#wedding day timeline

[world-of-wales]

ＴＨＥ ＰＲＩＮＣＥ ＡＮＤ Ｉ | 24 july 2004 • supermodel catalina .* :☆ﾟ｡ ･

Catherine took part in photoshoot for Really Wild Clothing at Blenheim Palace.

[quinn-pop]

the return of my dedede wedding headcanon

he likes to keep it lighthearted and sweet; most of why people like having him officiate is because of his charisma. he’s great at handling whatever situation and usually good at ad libbing. and he genuinely loves doing it because well. it’s a party and it’s about people caring for each other, what’s not to love?

(tbh he probably tries to hide how much he cries at weddings but he just really likes love lol)

also! dreamland culture is kinda complicated, being made up of so many species from all over and who knows where, so there are a lot of different wedding traditions and no one way to do it

anyway, silly art

i just really felt like drawing something soft

[acquiescest]

irt the lrb what would you say if i said liam & noel spent new years 2023 together in paris

what would you say if i said liam bought the house in france (the one with noel's name carved into the walls) in march 2023 and that month noel talked about wanting to spend several months in paris

which could mean nothing

[box-architecture]

Dream looked beautiful.

He was in his wedding dress, disheveled and covered in grass stains. His shoes were abandoned off to the side, and considering the way his ankles were rubbed raw from the heels, Sam couldn't blame him. His hair was out of it's usual knot, and his face was red from crying, but still. He was beautiful.

These things were not important right now though, so Sam carefully tucked the image away in his mind, loafing an arms length away. That was probably a safe distance. He didn't know how much space a person needed after a failed wedding, but an arms length was probably decent.

Dream smiled without humor, making no effort to protest Sam's arrival.

"Hi Sam."

"Hello." Sam greeted hesitantly. "Are you… okay?"

A snort was his reply.

They sat in silence for a few moments. It was a little awkward, but Sam fought the urge to shuffle around. He needed to be there for Dream more than he needed to be comfortable.

Finally, Dream spoke. "What do you want, Sam?"

Sam's paws gripped the ground. "I wanted to make sure you were alright after… I wanted to help."

Dream blinked. Then he chuckled, bitter and low. "Well, you came, you saw, and I'm fine. I don't need any help, but it was nice of you to ask."

Sam couldn't help himself- he shuffled a little closer.

"But your ankles-! I have a healing potion, or some food." Thoughtlessly, he pulled out a potion and popped the cork, only managing to set it against Dream's lips before a strong hand gripped his own.

"Stop." Dream commanded, and Sam froze, wide eyed. "I didn't say I would take that."

Sam felt overly aware of the callouses on Dream’s fingers, their strength in comparison to his own. He could push against them, force Dream to heal himself; he needed it, and Sam wanted to give him what he needed. But Dream had told him no, and would likely be more upset than when he had found him if Sam disobeyed.

Conflicted, Sam crumbled.

"Please?" He pleaded. "Dream, you're hurt."

Dream's grip tightened.

"What do you want in return for this?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Why do you care so much?"

"I just-" Sam stumbled over his words for a moment, at a loss. He couldn’t say he thought about a deeper motive. There hadn't been a lot of thinking in the wake of Dream fleeing his own wedding. Just the image of his distraught face that haunted Sam even now. He wanted to wipe it away, to see Dream smile like during Sam's first week on the server. Anything to bring that cherished memory back.

"I miss you." Is what he comes up with.

"…What?"

"I miss playing together." Sam insisted, stronger now. "We were all having a really good time, and now things are getting complicated and big and we're all separated these days. I just want to have fun with you again. I miss you."

Dream was very, very still. Sam couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he kept his gaze firmly on Dream, as if by staring him down he could somehow prove he wasn't lying.

"…Okay." Dream said softly.

Sam startled, but Dream was already directing Sam's hand and tipping the potion into his mouth. Suddenly, all remaining air left his lungs as Dream began to swallow the concoction down, as if Dream was drinking away his breath itself. He reached out to cup Dream's cheek with his other hand, marveling at the way the man leaned into his touch.

Beautiful. Even now, Dream was beautiful.

As soon as the last drop passed his lips, Dream released Sam, licking his lips. Sam let the empty bottle disappear into his inventory and dropped his hand from the man's cheek. The urge to touch him again was strong, but Sam wouldn't be greedy. Dream had just escaped a failed wedding; Sam's unwanted affections would only further hurt his friend further. Sam felt his heart twist at the thought.

Dream seemed to be of a different mind.

"Thank you," he murmured, and pushed himself forward to wrap his arms around Sam.

Sam made a small, warbling noise. "Dream?"

"I missed you too." His friend mumbled. Hesitantly, Sam hugged him back. He let his creeper paws stretch out as well to hold Dream's waist, and buried his nose in fluffy blond hair.

The world felt heavenly. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten a hug, much less from Dream. It was soft and safe, and his hair smelled like the world after a rainstorm. He nuzzled Dream's nape and tried very hard not to knead holes into the already ruined dress.

He could feel the smallest kiss against his neck. He shivered. Another kiss, slightly higher. A tiny warble left his throat. Sam's claws dug deep into the waist of the skirt, causing Dream to wince and draw back, away from their hug and away from Sam.

"I'm sorry!" Sam panicked, sheathing his claws and forcing himself to keep his paws flat on the ground. "I didn't mean to- please-"

Desperate, he peppered Dream with kisses, replacing the look of pain with something far sweeter that melted him and tugged painfully at his heart in turn. He made sure to leave kisses everywhere, until Dream's face was flushed and red.

"Sam." Dream tried to speak, but Sam tilted his head to press kisses down his throat, sucking in a mark for good measure. He would make sure Dream felt properly worshipped. His trust wasn't misplaced in Sam.

As a heady fervor settled over his mind, he let his teeth graze over the flesh before biting down and sucking hard. Dream keened, high pitched and wanton. The surge of arousal heated him to the core, and Sam's cock began to slide out of it's sheath. He grinded down to relieve some of the pressure.

"Sam, wait." Dream stuttered out a breath. Sam whined at him and grinded down more. He needed to make Dream feel good. He needed-

He found himself forced on his back, the sky a gorgeous blue to compliment the gold of Dream's hair as the man straddled his waist. His pupils were dialted, and his hands had Sam's wrists in an iron grip, so close to handholding that Sam's cock twitched at the thought.

"I told you to wait." Dream scolded, but there was clear amusement on his face, and Sam couldn't help but preen a little; Dream looked so pretty when he was happy.

"Are you going to listen now?" Dream leaned forward to press their lips together.

"Yes." Sam breathed. He would. Unless there was a reason to not. Anything for Dream.

"Good boy." Dream murmured, and Sam's hips jolted. Dream laughed and kissed him again.

"I want you inside me."

Oh. Oh that sounded wonderful. Sam moaned as Dream released his hands to wiggle down his creeper torso. His paws reached out to hold him steady, and his partner paused. He reached out to grip one and placed a small kiss on his pawpad.

"Thank you." He said softly. There was a shade of something sad in his expression. It wasn't right. Sam needed to fix it. With carefully sheathed claws, Sam tugged his partner forward to rest on the length of his fluffy torso, cuddling him close.

"This is kind of making it hard for you to fuck me, Sam." He laughed with a little bit of wheeze. That was good. That was better. Dream should be laughing. Dream should be brighter than the sun, always.

"I like holding you." He told him, unashamed. "You look good like this."

Dream laughed more, although the flush on his cheeks showed he wasn't entirely unaffected.

"You can hold me after I sit on your cock." He pushed himself up again. "Do you have another pot on you?"

Sam produced one, though anxiety suddenly fluttered in his heart. "Are you still hurt?"

"What? No." Dream scoffed, all smiles and affection. "Have you ever heard of lube, Sam?"

"I just had to be sure!" Sam protested. Dream snickered at him, and then he was sliding his skirt up to reveal the lace underneath, and then any words died on Sam's tongue.

"That's what I thought." Dream murmured.

[logically-asexual]

the wedding was shown on SvS to be on Saturday April 13, 2019

putting others first was posted on may 2020

flirting with social anxiety was posted on october 2020

working through intrusive thoughts shows the date of Thomas’s first message to Nico on Thomas’s phone as Tuesday April 20, (bc of the day of the week, implies it’s 2021)

with this info my question is

[everybodys-therapist]

These comics come out like 2 weeks apart. What a WILD turn of events. Comic canon is so weird.

[ratatatastic]

"And Lundy, talk about all the different Finns on this team: one of them a good friend of yours, Eetu Luostarinen got married pretty quickly right after the Cup got done. How did that party compare to the Cup parties? You guys just kept the action going it feels like!" "Yeah, I mean, it was awesome to see one of my best friends get married and be a part of it! But it got a little tight with the time since the season went so far—he actually missed his bachelor party but I think he's pretty happy with the parade and the parties we had in Florida so I don't think he minded that too much... but it was awesome to be a part of his wedding and see all his friends and family celebrating; that was a special moment as well."

Territory Talk | 8.26.24 (x)

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

God knows how many years I've had this bad boy for

I'm going to start building

Tomorrow

I'm tired

[crossbackpoke-check]

i am the nosy anon from yesterday and firstly i am so glad that i helped you find something!! how wonderful!! secondly i did some digging (typed morgan frost girlfriend into the tumblr.com search bar which is really what i probably should have done in the first place so. my bad) and the girlfriend is called taylor!

conclusion to the saga, thank you anon!!! sharing this for the sake of anyone else who was curious… they are as of july 7 dating lmao BUT allow me some points for accuracy here because taylor is definitely a different person than who i was thinking of 🤡

[deus-ex-mona]

just having natsuyuu thoughts on this totally fine thursday night~~

[permanentreverie]

The way that first love: hatsukoi is just hurting and pain but so good

[lime1991]

in my dsmp canon cdream is like close in age to cwilbur, just slightly younger, so just keep that in mind lol

[oh-gh0st]

while i wait for food im gonna write the second part of youkai lore

[kimasousparky]

i wonder if there's any fics about bonten mikey leading a double life of a restaurant owner and mafia boss. i got a sudden craving for this concept

mikey keeping a relatively good relationship with his friends, most unaware of how low he actually went. missed pah-chin's wedding, but he'll burn the world down if he misses takemichi's.

[newervegas]

KILIAN FITZGERALD — casual in the capital QZ before his disappearance | formal / workwear / “university” in the capital QZ a member of the governmental body | post disappearance, convinced single-handedly for fedra to abandon the denver QZ.

picrew

[theshanphotography]

Here is a breakdown of the typical wedding photography requirements and timelines to help guide you through the process of determining coverage hours.