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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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Gala (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader)

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader Modern AU Rated: 18+, just lots of thirst and suggestiveness Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You attend a charity gala with your boss who really is too much trouble in a tux.

Author's Note: Requested by and dedicated to @queenofmean14 Bit cracky and intended to be humorous 😜 Also credit to @broooookiecrisp from whom I pilfered the job details of her modern Anthony.

“He’s here.” Security announced in your earpiece. Not that you needed them to. You knew the Jaguar as it pulled up. So did the line of paparazzi who started to jostle for the clearest shot. But when he stepped out, you didn’t even know your own name. Anthony Bridgerton, CEO of Bridgerton House Enterprises and your boss, was going to make tonight even more difficult for you.

He had talked to you about his planned outfit beforehand, but you hadn’t gotten a preview and hadn’t envisioned it like this. A perfectly tailored velvet tux jacket accented with a diamond bee brooch. Smart shoes, an effortlessly coiffed wave of hair and most arresting of all, a pair of sleek shades that he slid on as he exited the car even though it was long past sundown. An errant corner of your brain replayed some 80’s song lyrics, but you couldn’t deny that the entire look worked. It worked entirely too well for you as your body flushed with heat and breathing suddenly became a task. The man could wear the hell out of a tux.

Granted, he always looked mouthwatering no matter how he was dressed, and as his executive assistant for the span of eight months you had seen the spectrum of his wardrobe. Everything hung so perfectly on his muscled frame, exuding old money power with a currently fashionable touch. Clothes made the man, but you suspected Anthony Bridgerton could elevate a bin bag. It was a visual challenge you had adapted to in your job, over time finding it easier and easier to speak to him without choking on your tongue first. His arrogant playfulness had helped with that and the two of you had built a deep mutual trust, a friendship even. You had bonded in the trenches of corporate crises enough to sling endearing insults at each other and always be blatantly honest. Except about one thing. You could obviously never reveal to him how desperately you wanted to jump his bones. How your blood simmered when his voice dropped to a certain pitch. How you broke into gooseflesh whenever he shook your hand and met you with something caring in his deep umber eyes. The light flirtation you both fell into from time to time certainly didn’t help either. And now with him in black tie, you began to wonder if this job was hazardous to your health.

Tonight was the company’s annual charity gala. A star-studded event at one of London’s best hotels where celebrities and socialites donated funds for the hospitals partnered with BHE. Anthony would give the closing speech and as planned, was the last to arrive on the red carpet so that he would get unencumbered press focus. You had spent the entire day on site making sure everything was prepped to perfection and now you stood at the top of the entry stairs with the other staff, ready to welcome the MVP of the evening. Given the high profile of the event, you had dressed for the occasion too. You would be seated at his table and weren’t going to be photographed looking like an intern. You had found a dress you loved, a shimmering number that showed off your best assets, and splurged on a hair and makeup artist. Maybe your position made you more akin to the prince’s valet but if this was how you got into the ball, you were going to make the most of it.

You watched Anthony pausing for photos, realizing this was one of the rare times you could observe him from afar. He moved with such confidence, back straight and head held high. He would run his fingers through his greying temples or brush a thumb over his stubbled chin while flashing that killer smile and your legs wanted to give out. He knew how to work a camera. It was one of the many awful, wonderful things about him. But if the attention helped raise money for charitable causes it was all worth it. You supposed your undergarments could suffer for the greater good.

As he moved along, you noticed he was licking his lips. A peek of his tongue in the corner of his mouth as he faced your direction. He was probably hot under all the camera flashes. But that small gesture was infecting you with heat too. He really needed to stop or you were liable to tumble down the steps and really make a headline. It took all your strength not to fan yourself with the tablet you were holding until at last he ascended and gave you a dazzling smile, falling into step beside you as you moved indoors.

You hovered in his orbit as he was greeted by the first throng of attendees at the bar and you called for a flute of champagne. When he was alone at last for a moment, you pulled him into a quiet corner and offered him the drink.

“Thirsty?”

“Sorry?” He moved closer, inclining his head. He was curiously still wearing his sunglasses indoors. You could smell his cologne. Amber and smoke and spice and it made you want to sink your teeth into his neck.

“Are you thirsty?” You said louder, shoving the glass into his hand as he chuckled.

“Why do you ask?” He took a sip.

What a stupid question. Couldn’t you just offer him some refreshment? Didn’t humans need to hydrate? Now you had to answer him.

“I um…” You wavered. “I saw you. You were…licking your lips out there so I just figured…”

His brows show up over his frames and he grinned. “You’re very attentive.”

Something shot down your spine. His voice was getting close to that register. “It’s my job to take care of your needs.” You reminded him, though you laid on a heavy layer of sarcasm.

“And you are so very good at it.” He rumbled, reaching the danger pitch. Oh god, he was going to assault you both visually and aurally at the same time, wasn’t he? He was going to flirt with you while daring to look like that. He was cruel, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

He confirmed it by stepping even closer, turning so the front of his velvet jacket brushed your bare arm and he leaned down to murmur directly in your ear. “You look incredible by the way.”

You swallowed hard, instructing yourself to inhale and exhale. But that wasn’t really helping because his intoxicating scent was making things worse. You had to keep your head. You had to spar with him or else you were going to melt into the carpet. “So do you.” You pursed your lips and gave him an exaggerated once over as if you were only mildly impressed. “The glasses were a good choice.”

He smiled and you detected something genuine, like he was actually eager for your praise. He tapped the frames lightly. “Useful too. I don’t have to give anyone my undivided attention if I don’t want to. I could be talking to them while scanning the crowd and they would be none the wiser.”

This sounded like the setup for a joke. Something about not listening to you as you conducted him through his schedule for the evening. You were beginning to resent those glasses and you would let him know if he tried to get sassy with you.

“So what are you looking at?” You smirked, waiting for the punchline.

He took another sip of champagne, facing you but now you couldn’t be sure if he wasn’t staring directly over your head. “A beautiful woman who is driving me to distraction.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course. The man lived at the office and didn’t really have time for a social or romantic life. He would have to double up and treat a work event as an opportunity for a hookup. Especially at an event as glamorous as this, with so many swanlike women floating around and everyone dressed in their finest, you understood, despite the envy it flared in you.

“Ah, I see. Is there someone I should invite over to your table?”

He shook his head, downed the last of the champagne and set it aside with a decisive clink. “Unnecessary. You’re already at my table.”

He said it so matter-of-factly it took your brain several seconds to even comprehend its meaning. You must have been going mad. Your heart started to pound, fueled equally by embarrassed confusion and ridiculous hope. There was no way. Absolutely no way on earth he could have said what you thought he said. And even if he had, he was just toying with you, right?

“I’m not…” You stuttered, hoping he couldn’t see the blush you felt creeping up your neck. “You weren’t…you weren't looking at me.”

Then your breath caught in your throat as he rounded on you, standing directly before you so your back was pressed against the wall and all you could see was him. He loomed, black velvet and chestnut hair and perfect stubble. That scent was making you feral and now you could feel his hot breath across your skin. You could see yourself in the reflection of his dark lenses, peering up at him like trapped prey. This was how you died. Or lost your job. You were sure of it.

“How would you know?” He smiled wolfishly and tapped the glasses again. “All the better to see you with, my dear.”

You were hit by lightning. The gooseflesh rippled across your skin. Your underwear soaked. All you could do was stand there and tremble as he ran a finger idly up and down your arm. You were surprised sparks weren’t erupting out of your skin where he touched you.

“Why do you think I was licking my lips?” He asked in a low voice, finally removing the shades to pierce through you with his dilated, chocolate eyes. “I’m afraid even with the champagne, I’m still thirsty.” Then he did it again, flicking that weapon of mass destruction across his luscious bottom lip and staring at you pointedly.

Your brain functioned enough to realize that he was breathing just as heavy as you were. And that he was opening a door, giving you an option. The option you had been fantasizing about since the day you met him. It seemed too good to be true. You were half convinced you were dreaming in a coma after faceplanting down the steps outside thanks to his appearance. But the prickle of your electrified nerves and the river between your thighs felt real enough to persuade you that you were indeed still in your own body. You were not going to pass this up, whatever it might lead to. Really, you wanted to scream aloud like you had won the lottery.

But instead you whispered, “There’s water in the green room.”

He grinned broadly, creasing that dimple in his left cheek that you wanted to lick right off his face. “Excellent idea. I think we’ll need an emergency private conference to…go over my notes.”

His hand found the small of your back and you prayed that your legs would carry you that far. This was really going to throw off the itinerary but you were good at your job, you could adjust. You smiled back at him. “Whatever you say, sir. I’m here to take care of your needs.”

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @broooookiecrisp @secretagentbucky @colettebronte @faye-tale

#bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton imagine #female reader #modern au #thirst #met gala #jonathan bailey

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libraford · 6 months

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You are today's MVP in my world for introducing me to the word "apellido". That word alone made my job significantly easier today. Thank you.

The day that I heard the translator say 'y tú apellido' and understood that it means 'and your last name'- a whole new wave of confidence in my ability to do my job washed over me and I added the phrase to my personal vocabulary forever.

I suck at language. I'd taken Spanish for like 4 years in school and it never stuck. Verb conjugation is hard and I've been so very attacked by false cognates.

The spanish that I use is a clumsy assortment of vocabulary that gets the point across enough to get what I need and it is not by any means perfect. But its what's easy for me to remember and it's better than nothing.

Heres the stock conversation I use as a school photographer:

"Como te llamas?" (What is your name?)

"Gracias, y tú apellido?" (Thank you, and your last name?)

"Gracias, sientete por favor." (Thank you, please sit down.)

"Pies aquí" (feet here) -i point to the arrows on the floor-

"Manos aquí." (Hands here) -i put my hands in my lap-

"Mira aquí." (Look here) -i point to the camera-

"Y sonrisa!" (And smile!) -take photo-

"Uno mas" (one more)

"Muchas gracias." (Thank you very much)

If someone asks if I speak Spanish, I say "pequeño" (little). Most people can tell I dont speak much spanish right off the bat, but if someone assumes I know more I say 'lo siento- habla pequeño español.' (I'm sorry, I speak little Spanish.)

Which feels a bit like that Family Guy bit where hes like 'you know english?' 'No, just that one sentence and this one explaining it's but it's like that sometimes.

I probably messed some of that up and if someone wants to correct me I'll try to fix it for next time. But so far this has gone well for me as a script for my specific job and everyone is really pleased that the company has a 'Spanish speaker' even if I only know like a handful of words to do my job.

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betterthanburrow · 9 months

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Bengals’ Media Day Photographer - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Photographer! OC)

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yourinstagram: miss photographer is my name.

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yourbrother: what’s your photography job for the day?

↳ yourinstagram: the bengals’ media photos 😊

↳ yourbrother: AND I WASN’T INVITED TO COME WITH YOU?! … please can you tell Joe Burrow i said hi.

↳ yourinstagram: okay sure… and i’ll tell him your his biggest fan too.

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photographyinstagram: a day in the jungle 🐅🍃

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username1: MEDIA DAY CONTENT IS COMING SOON!

username2: whoa… the jungle design setup is nice!

username3: WHO DEY!

username4: welcome to the jungle!

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Bengals_Updates: Joe Burrow for the 2023 Media Day Photoshoot (IG Story from @.yourinstagram)

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username1: THAT’S MY QUARTERBACK

username2: hot boy with a headband alert 🤤

username3: this man is SO FINE!

username4: I’M ON MY KNEES FOR HIM!

username5: joe burrow should be banned from our society… look at all of these honey comments 😳

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joeyb_9: Year 4 🏈 📷: @.yourinstagram

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Bengals: 🔥🔥🔥

username1: delete this!!!! my WIFE follows you on IG!

username2: mahomes wanna-be!!!!!!!!!

↳ username3: football fans trying to gatekeep football players wearing headbands is a new low 😵‍💫

username4: YOU’RE THE REASON MY GIRLFRIEND BROKE UP WITH ME! I HATE THE BENGALS!

yourinstagram: the Cincinnati Bengals’ QB giving photography credits?! i feel very honored!

↳ joeyb_9: as long as the outtake photos never see the light of day… you will get the photography credit!

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NFL: Headband Joe 🫡

📷: @.photographyinstagram

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username1: 🤤🤤🤤

username2: i’ve never been so attracted to a white man until now 😵‍💫

username3: look at the next NFL MVP!

yourinstagram: the outtakes from the photoshoot will be posted online one day… trust me on that!

↳ joeyb_9: umm… NOT on my watch!

username4: REVENGE TOUR IS HAPPENING SOON!

username5: answer the dms @.joeyb_9

username6: the NFL is a Joe Burrow DICK-RIDER!

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yourinstagram: the perfect first date outfit 🕷️

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yourbrother: i find out you’re going on first date from an Instagram Post?

username1: so you’re the photographer who did the Mediw Day photoshoot 👀

↳ username2: imagine if she’s going on a date with one of the football players that she photographed!

yourbestfriend: a first date… with WHO?

↳ yourinstagram: 🐅

username3: modeling should’ve been your career instead of being a professional photographer… you’re too pretty to always be behind the camera.

joeyb_9: i wonder who you’re getting dressed up for?

↳ yourinstagram: i wonder who too 😊

for some reason, it feels like it’s been a long time since i’ve published an Instagram AU… but it’s only been over a week.

if you have an Instagram AU request, please send the request to my Inbox and i’ll try to get the requested Instagram AU published as soon as i can

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

#Joe Burrow #NFL #CFB #LSU Tigers #Cincinnati Bengals #Joe Burrow Fanfiction #Joe Burrow Fanfic #Joe Burrow Fic #Joe Burrow x Reader #Joe Burrow x OC #Joe Burrow x Y/N #Joe Burrow Instagram #Joe Burrow Instagram AU #Instagram AU #NFL Fanfiction #NFL Instagram #NFL Instagram AU

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hamsterclaw · 5 months

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Fic Library: OT7/poly

The OT7/poly Bangtan stories that keep me wanting more. Please show these authors some love for their amazing writing!

Void OT7 x reader, space AU by @btssavedmylifeblr. None of my writing friends have been spared from my raving about this series. A unique premise, superstellar writing and every chapter so far has been gold.

Heaven said no by @eserethriddle is a cracky, hilarious ongoing soulmate AU series with a perfectly characterised Bangtan.

Versus by @minisugakoobies features reader x Yoongi x Hoseok set in a supervillains/superheroes AU with a sexy Namjoon and supercomputer Jin. Fun, cracky and entertaining.

Joyride by @minisugakoobies is another fun romp with hotter than hell mechanics Jungkook and Taehyung who show reader what a real ride is after a date with spoiled little rich boy Jimin goes wrong.

All wound up (harder) by @minisugakoobies, who is surely the MVP of my poly/OT7 library features reader x Jimin x Seokjin and is funny, amazing and filthy -- all the best things.

Fall in deeper by @whatifyoulivelikethat has the perfect setup with sex worker reader, music producer Yoongi and hapless, 'caught in the headlights' photographer/video editor Jungkook and is searingly hot.

Lost my head by @floralseokjin features reader in an established relationship with Yoongi and an unforgettable appearance by ex Seokjin and is hot and funny and everything smut should be.

#fic rec: OT7 #fic rec: BTS poly #fic recs list #bts fic #bts smut

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theviridianbunny · 11 months

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SCAPBOOKING - JUNE 2023

A collection of scans from my current scrapbook. Just a bunch of doodles, stickers and things that make me happy/ inspire me

notes/credits to follow under the cut:

AGHHH HI IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I'VE DONE ONE OF THESE!!

a few credits and notes:

WOW - what a fun few months it's been - Not really done too much work on this scrap boom for a while (just because my brain is always in 50 places at once ahaahah!!) - had a few problems the with the scanner at my local library again (but it was still fun trying it out !!) - i am aware a few of the pages look rather... blank - I may go back and add to them soon- I think today it was just a "oH MY GOD I NEED TO GET SCANS DONE AHDHJHDFDHFJD !!!" and I BATTLED WITH THE SCANNER AND SCRAMED A LITTLE INTERNALLY BUT HERE WE ARE--- WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

prited out a few of my fave jackie / viridian screenshots- also a few solo shots of my best girlie !! also went mad with stickers because you can NEVER have too many of them !! also collected the cinema tickets from when i saw john wick 4 and across the spriderverse ~

hand written note on the first page is from my dear friend bluefayt (linked her caard) - above that is a picture of me from comic con last year (taken by my fantastic irl bestie @withoutyouimsaskia <333 i love you aaaaa - we saw a bunch of star wars cosplayers and this person cosplaying as darth vader was posing for photos - they LARPed with me for a moment anf that photo was taken mid LARP - oh what an experice that was ~) sorry if you cant see it very well because of the damn contrast settings (tried to edit the scans but they ended up looking worse... so just posted the raw ones!!)

The xfiles tea packet is from @beastlybeverages !! I bought a pack of the xfiles themed tea last year after going to comic con - its a tea I really really enjoyed !!

The fith page - on the right - the postcard with the black and pink squares !! thats some serious art but my irl bestie Tim (aka 1710.film) - the post card was from an exhibition that happened when we were both at uni!!! Tim is not on tumblr- but please do check out his work- He is a photographer / conceptual artist - and one of my best dearest and lovely friends <3 you can find him on intagram here

sticker of the iron bull on page 4 is by @seonysketches - the manga ladies on pages 4 , 6 and 7 are by @pinkapplejam (find her esty here) - most of the other stickers i just had laying around - or picked up random packs in charity shops !! post cards and art cards too !! i found a whole pack of fairyloot(?) prints in a charity shop for like £2.49 and was like YOOO NEED - the art on the first pahe on the left side is of one of the main characters from these violent delights by chloe gong (WHICH I AM HOPING TO START READING SOON AGHHHH!))))

ugh um if you're at the end if this rammble your're the real mvp - thank you for coming to my ted talk wooOOOO !!!!!!!

#scrapbooking #journaling #oc: viridian #traditional art #art on tumblr #cp2077 #bunny makes art #oc: rowan hawkmore #demon slayer #cyberpunk 2077 #jackie welles #otp: to this #scrapbook journal #idk how to tag this aghhh #bunny screams into the void

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kiran-wears-science-blues · 1 year

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Our Wedding Sitcom

So my new wife and I were married on Sunday and had an incredible, hectic, wonderful day! A hundred and one things went wrong, like things right out of a sitcom, so I’m writing it all up here for your enjoyment. (We still had a great time and only fond feelings! But damn, when they say things will go wrong, I’m not sure they mean quite so much.)

The bad luck started a week before the wedding, when our photographer had to drop out due to pregnancy complications. (She and the baby are doing great! Just on bed rest for now.) Our photographer was able to find us a backup, so all good.

Then, the night before the wedding -- an hour before the rehearsal dinner -- a pipe broke in our house! Complete freak event; the plastic valve just decided to give way. Thank everything that is good in the world that it happened when it did, and not an hour later or during the wedding day, because we were able to shut everything off immediately without too much damage. But here we are, the day before the wedding, with no water in our house other than the water flowing in through the light fixture into our kitchen.

At this point, my sister has missed three different flights and isn't sure she's going to make it to the wedding.

We had a wonderful rehearsal dinner, and then crashed at my in-laws for the night. We had an 11:30 AM wedding, so we were up bright and early before the sun rose, and at our venue by 8 AM. That's when we noticed the florist was setting up our chuppah in the wrong spot. When we pointed this out, she agreed to move it, but showed us the design she had from the wedding planner, which were plans we had never seen before or approved. This would be the first of many mistakes from the planner.

Our wedding party then arrived at the venue, as did our hairdresser, and we had a wonderful breakfast. After breakfast, my partner and I separated to start getting ready. I was ready for our first look at 10 AM . . .

. . . and no one showed up.

Eventually our photographer showed up and whisked me away to another room to take a lot of photos alone. I had no idea what was going on, and my bridal folks weren't there either. I wondered at first if there had been a mix-up, as my partner wanted lots of individual photos, but not me -- but they assured me all was fine.

Finally, 30 minutes later after we were supposed to have our first look, my partner's bridesmaid came out to tell me that the zipper on my partner's dress had broken, and her sister was currently sewing her into the dress on the spot.

Fifteen minutes later, we finally had our first look! My partner's sister didn't have time to finish sewing up the dress, but thankfully my partner's dress came with a little jacket she hadn't been planning on wearing but covered most of the issue.

After our rushed first look, and some family photos (note: my sister has still not arrived) we were ready for the ceremony!

....At which point we realized there was no music, and our planner told us that our DJ had never showed.

(We found out later that the DJ also had a medical emergency and wasn't able to contact us. He's recovering now and should be okay.)

Then our planner was working on a backup plan, but the ceremony was delayed 30 minutes. This actually worked out in our favor, because gave us time to realize that the florists' chuppah structure was way too large for our chuppah, and so they had draped the chuppah fabric over the front like a curtain (beautiful, but does not meet the requirements of a chuppah). We sent out our hairdresser (who by the way, has been delivering all our messages -- she was the real MVP of the day) and had her say that we need some fabric, any fabric over top.

And that's how we ended up with a tablecloth for our chuppah!

Finally, a bluetooth speaker arrived on site, and our planner plugged in her phone, and we had music. My sister arrived just in time for the ceremony to start.

The ceremony was wonderful, although we had to speak as loudly as possible since we didn't have a microphone. I did forget what we were doing and tried to kiss my partner in the middle of our vows, and she politely reminded me we weren't at that part yet.

Later, the bridesmaids told us that my sister kept moving seats during the ceremony and walking down the aisle, but we didn't notice.

Most of the rest of the day went much more smoothly, but we still had many hiccups, including:

For some reason, the planner did not use any of the easels I provided and instead placed all but one sign on the floor or against the wall.

We were supposed to have family heirloom china at our sweetheart table, but it never showed.

It turned out wedding planner did not have Spotify Premium and so ads played throughout the reception, including ads about period products. For some reason, she refused to take our phones, which had the playlists and Spotify Premium.

Our exit was going to involve a dramatic distribution of favors, but all the favors were placed at the seats at the start of the reception, so we had to rethink our exit on the spot.

My dad decided not to do a toast so he refused when he was called up, rather than mentioning something beforehand.

Dessert labels were mixed up so that the scones with nuts were labelled as nut-free. Thankfully, our guest with a nut allergy had cancelled last minute.

Our tip envelopes didn't go out, so we have to follow up with all our vendors now.

Overall, though, we had the best day. So many people helped out when things went wrong, and all our guests handled the confusions with grace and patience. We had a blast with our off-beat reception (And our swordfight! Thankfully that went well, although our final practice was cancelled due to the burst pipe), and many guests told us it was the most fun wedding they'd ever been to.

Anyway -- I'm married, y'all!!!

#personal log

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roxy206 · 2 years

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I mean Gabriel is not wrong

make sure you follow tour photographer & BTS MVP Gabriel Gastelum on Twitter & Instagram

#thank you gabriel #but your dad just calls me katya #oh honeyyyyy #trixya #trixie & katya #katya #katya zamo #katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel #trixie & katya live

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robbyrobinson · 2 years

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Episode 10: Spy x Family (Review)

Woo, here we go the dodgeball episode.

I keep saying this, but it's true: it feels like the show keeps having hit after hit in their episodes this one is interesting. We get more of Mr. Henderson going about his day being an elegant gentleman but he is slightly put off by Anya and Damian getting into another scuffle.

So there is a rumor going around saying that if any of them are declared the MVP for the upcoming dodgeball game, they could get a Stella Star. So, Anya decides to have Yor train her.

Never play sports with Yor. Not just in dodgeball but in sports in general you will die. Just Jesus, man. Even when she is doing something as mundane as helping Anya practice and turn it into a bloodbath. She tosses the dodgeball and drops several trees with the ball still intact. RIP to the trees and whoever was the poor sap that received that ball.

Oh my god. What the hell kind of training does the Garden provide? The woman's a savage.

What caught my eye more is Damian getting his time to shine. We actually learn a little more about him. If Donovan was not enough of a potentially dangerous terrorist, he is also Worst Father of the Year. The dude is such a recluse, he does not bother attending the entry photograph. Poor Damian looking all sad in the photo makes me want to see Yor and Loid give the guy a good beating.

Damian is neglected and constantly feels trapped in his older brother's shadow his primary motivation is not just to become an Imperial Scholar but the MVP so his father would acknowledge him. It suddenly explains a lot of his abrasive behavior.

But the biggest shock of the episode, both metaphorically and literally, is Bill frickin' Walkins. Reading his Wikipedia page, he is a 6-year-old, but oh dear lord. This guy is a total unit. He had trained for a majority of his life hoping to get a Stella star to make his father, a frickin' giant himself, proud.

Oy vey...he bodies Damian and Anya's team starting off with four and acting cold about it like he just straight-up murdered them. We'll just need Yor playing against him and the dragons from Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, and they can all have an apocalyptic match.

Damian and his two goons have been having their own training montage as well. Again, I love how this show gets young kids right: they think they are doing epic training when they are actually just pushing a tire wheel or climbing the jungle gym. I have seen kids who have legitimately visualized their surroundings as being grandiose while they are actually just using the power of their imagination.

My man Damian gets some growth where he grabs the dodgeball when Bill tosses it in Anya's direction after she used her telepathy to read his every move. Does it count as cheating? I don't know, but who cares? We wouldn't have gotten Damian protecting Anya even though he was desperately wanting the Stella star.

I call foul at Anya completely flunking that killing move since she punched Damian across the room, but to be frank, he was probably lucky that Anya didn't use the technique Yor taught her.

Surprise, surprise. It was just a rumor after all and no Stella stars will be distributed. So it was all for nothing, but not a total loss since Damian opened himself a bit to Anya.

#spy x family #spyxfamily #anya x damian #review #reviews

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jtnortoncom · 6 months

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Dual County Duel at Jenkins Mountain

Sunday, December 10, 2023 at Jenkins Mountain Disc Golf in Washington, VirginiaAmateur C-tier · PDGA-sanctioned singles tournament MA3Mixed Amateur 3JT Norton is playing in this class, and play this course because I love the course and the people here! About this tournament Thanks for playing in the Dual County Duel at Jenkins Mountain This stroke play event at Jenkins Mountain Disc Golf in…

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Closed, plotted starter for @aceparagon!

A nearly two hour train ride to one of Novoselic's smaller mountain towns hadn't been on her official royal diary, if Sonia was to be honest. Her short holiday home from Japan, away from her life as a normal student at Hope's Peak Academy, was supposed to be filled with meetings, tours of various new establishments and important cultural organizations, several formal dinners, a house party in the countryside, and at least one gala that required a gown to be fitted to her nearly as soon as she stepped off the private jet.

It did not include an anti-aristocracy demonstration in the capital, a short distance away from Novoselic Castle. From what she'd been briefed on, it was a ceremony to honor those who had given special services to the country: in science, in sports and in the arts. It was the son of a Marquess that had been targeted: it was common knowledge amongst the members of the aristocracy that his position on the national football team had been all but bought and paid for by his father, but the young man still proved to be a decent athlete. To the point that, for the first time in decades, Novoselic had won the European Cup and he had been named MVP of the entire competition, now picked to head the Olympic team. Something that didn't sit right with some of the citizens, enough to stage an attack on the ceremony itself to protest the nepotism and wealth involved: smoke bombs and other explosives meant to destroy the stage her uncle, brother of the King of Novoselic and entrusted to handle the ceremony, and the football player to receive the medal were standing on, hoping to take them and other members of the peerage with it as it crumbled.

Except that hadn't come to pass. Instead, one of the bystanders had stepped (or perhaps jumped) into the fray and had diverted the explosive elsewhere, rescuing the intended targets but not without taking the brunt of the fall and subsequent explosion themselves. There had been a great amount of rubble and debris, Sonia had been told, and after she had visited her uncle recuperating at his home in the capital with her aunt and cousins, her father had made the gentle suggestion that perhaps the Princess of Novoselic might pay the hero a visit. After all, her schedule was far more flexible than her parents', and with her cousins too young and her aunt far too shaken up to leave their royal apartments, it was decided that Sonia would make the impromptu hospital visit. Well outside of the capital, the patient was apparently healing at a hospital near the part of the Alps that ran through Novoselic. At that time of year, the snowy skiing trails had melted away for rich, green hills, wildflowers, and the tall waterfalls.

There were worse places to convalesce in, Sonia thought as she was ushered from the royal train, to a car with bulletproof doors and windows, to the balloon-adorned entrance to the hospital. The Royal Family had spared no expense in a public display of gratitude: complete with photographers, plenty of handshakes and smiles, and an array of wrapped gifts. It was publicized as an official visit to the pediatrics ward, thus the amount of toys, treats, and other amusements that required a dozen handlers to carry behind her. But the truth was, Sonia was there to thank The Hero on behalf of her family, and that was something no amount of books, or video games, or towers of chocolate confections could convey.

The person who diverted the explosion is young, like you, Her father had told her the day before, after summoning her to his formal office: the far more stuffy one that had zero trace of the father she loved and filled with reminders of his title and the centuries-long responsibility the House of Nevermind had in protecting and guiding the nation. I am certain they would much prefer your company to mine or your mother's. You will go in my stead, Sonia: be grateful, and listen to whatever they have to say.

She didn't doubt that, at least where her mother was concerned: hospital visits weren't often the highlight of Queen Valentina's diary unless they were particularly brief and a necessary PR move. Thankfully, she was down to one assistant to accompany her, holding a gift basket and a wrapped present: the rest of the loot had already been distributed among the other young residents of the ward. "You may go in now, Your Highness," the head nurse smiled at her, bobbing into a small curtsy after knocking twice on the patient's door. "I'm sure she'd like a visitor besides all of us doctors and nurses!"

And the press, Sonia thought. Once they figured out that The Hero had been swept away from the capital soon after emergency services arrived, nearly every major news organization in Novoselic would be making their way north for an interview. "Thank you, my family is very grateful that you were able to assist in this matter," She replied, returning the nurse's smile before stepping through the open door.

Her father had been right: the girl in the hospital bed did look similar to Sonia herself in age, with blonde hair and Asian features. It was entirely possible she was Novosonian, considering how many Japanese expats had come to the country since the second World War and settled there. But she hadn't been found with any official licenses or passports indicating she was a Novoselic citizen. Where did she come from, then? "Good morning," Sonia greeted her, pausing her steps a comfortable distance away from the side of the hospital bed. Her hand rested against the back of the chair situated beside it. "How are you feeling? I am told that my family and I have you to thank for minimizing the possible disaster that could have befallen those present. You have done a wonderful, selfless thing that cannot ever be fully repaid. Thank you, Miss..." She trailed off, checking the notes she'd been given before looking back at the girl in the bed.

"You know, this does not happen often, but I do not think I was told your name. With that in mind," She smiled, holding out her hand for the girl to reach and shake if she wished. "My name is Sonia Nevermind, it is a pleasure to meet you." It went against protocol: in situations like this, Sonia was often introduced by others or, most likely, she needed no introduction as the Crown Princess and heir to the throne. Still, she didn't care much for formalities, especially in a situation like this: this girl could've died to save members of the aristocracy. Being introduced by her title seemed superfluous now.

#aceparagon #Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse #(Thanks for liking my starter call!)#(I hope this works: based on what we chatted about)#(Let me know if there's anything you need changed or if you have questions)

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