#a wedding for christmas

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

Hayley has set a boundary - can't work because my sister has a wedding, I told you before the NYE wedding was mentioned. Now she has to "decide what's important" and risk losing her job if she doesn't do a last minute job that shouldn't be possible anyway for the Big Client that would put them on the map, despite already being renowned and a popular company.

[thewomanwhowatchedchristmas]

A Wedding for Christmas (2018)

Obviously she's conventionally pretty, but like... does she look super annoying to anyone else? Because that really impacted my attitude during this movie.

Haley Foster (Cristine Prosperi) is a high end wedding planner in LA, dating high end lawyer Ryan (Curtis McGann) and impressing her boss Ms. Reynolds (Vivica A. Fox). She is excited for her sister's upcoming wedding in Fiji even though it doesn't give her much to plan (she claims that planning her sister's wedding has been her dream since she was a little girl). That is, until a family dinner, when Angela (Natalie Mauro) and her fiancé Paul (Robert Livingston) decide that they would rather get married on Angela and Haley's grandpa's Christmas tree farm in a small town called Truxton on Christmas Eve. It's relevant to say that it's like late November at this point. The farm isn't in the family anymore either. When their grandpa passed away, their dad Frank (William McNamara) sold it and moved to LA.

Haley clearly has her work cut out for her. She seems to have taken time off from work, but that is unclear. Ms. Reynolds bugs her about doing other weddings, but Haley kinda blows her off. So. Idk. She's staying in Truxton on the farm with the current owner- her childhood neighbor and friend Carter Wilson (Colton Little). Haley is trying to do an LA style wedding on a farm, so she crashes and burns at first, offending everyone in town. Once she realizes that there is beauty in simple and rustic things, she shifts her design for the wedding and things go much more smoothly. Until a big snow storm is on the horizon for the night of the 23rd.

There are so many wedding planner Christmas movies and if I were a more organized person, I would see if that trend started before JLo starred in The Wedding Planner or after. I would guess after, so we can blame her. Anyway, so the acting in this film was mediocre at best. There was some chemistry between the characters, so that helped. But the music wasn't good, and obviously between the wedding planner trope, the small town/Christmas tree farm trope, and the childhood friend trope, this movie is completely predictable.

Overall, I give it 2 stars. Tolerable but tiring.

[dragonbonez]

And what’s the first thing I do after finishing finals? Indulge in a little meme redraw of my favorites. 💚💛

Honestly Aang is going to be right there with Toph for these mugshots. The guy went to prison and made friends with all the other prisoners like it was nothing! That and I’m sure whatever they did was probably Toph’s idea and worth it.

[farmer-swana]

Jenna and Julien are married, nature is officially HEALED

[forsapphics]

Carol (2015) — dir. Todd Haynes // Snapshots (2018) — dir. Melanie Mayron // Lez Bomb (2018) — dir. Jenna Laurenzo // Let It Snow (2019) — dir. Luke Snellin // Season of Love (2019) — dir. Christin Baker // City of Trees (2019) — dir. Alexandra Swarens // A New York Christmas Wedding (2020) — dir. Otoja Abit // Happiest Season (2020) — dir. Clea DuVall // The Christmas Lottery (2020) — dir. Tamika Miller // Every Time a Bell Rings (2021) — dir. Maclain Nelson // Christmas at the Ranch (2021) — dir. Christin Baker // Under the Christmas Tree (2021) — dir. Lisa Rose Snow // Looking for Her (2022) — dir. Alexandra Swarens // Friends & Family Christmas (2023) — dir. Anne Wheeler

[mertensia]

Ramón’s pouring straight gasoline onto the slowburn

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[thecandlesticksfromlesmis]

everyone pls appreciate the fit I wore to my cousins Tennessee wedding where I was surrounded by conservative christians most of whom had no idea I was queer but boy do they know now

(Not pictured the black stripes that ran down either side of my pants leg)

[piratefishmama]

Crashed the wedding, Part 7

Eddie had no grand speech prepared, he had nothing, his whole job was to wing it, which was probably a good thing because anything he’d have prepared to say, would have flown right out of the metaphorical window when he saw Steve.

He’d only just managed that witty quip as he Aragon’d his way through those doors, all the breath just taken right out of him god he was still as beautiful as the day Eddie left, nine years hadn’t touched him at all. His hair still impossibly perfect, even though he’d clearly not put much effort into it for the day, his glasses still made him look like the cutest pre-school teacher ever, and the moles.

Lord have mercy on his poor soul, the moles. He was too gay for this. He just wanted to skip everything, get directly to wrapping Steve up in the cosiest of sweaters, and handing him the tastiest mug of hot cocoa like he deserved, and just cuddling him for the rest of his life.

“E-Excuse me sir, we hadn’t actually gotten to that part yet” The reverend’s voice hesitantly cut through the silence that seemed to carry on for way longer than intended. The man choosing not to mention that the senior Harringtons had instructed him to remove the offer to the guests to object from the ceremony speech citing that they wouldn’t need it.

“Yeah well, it’s not like I had a damn invitation to sit in and wait, did I?” Eddie snapped right back, shaking himself up. He had a job to do, a love of his life to rescue, and no goddamn idea as to how he was supposed to do that if Steve wasn’t reacting in any way other than just staring at him with wide-eyed, open-mouthed surprise.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Steve heard from his left, turning to find his father’s face had turned a curious shade of red in apparent anger. The man quickly turning his eye onto his son hissing “did you have something to do with this?” At him. God Steve wished. He’d have given anything to have had the courage to just pick up the damn phone and call Eddie before all this shit went down.

Nine goddamn years, he wished he’d have picked up the phone each and every single day, but he hadn’t, too many missed calls, too many excuses for him to keep trying, he’d been so sure that Eddie had just… moved on, convincing himself more and more with each failed attempt to stay in touch that maybe… maybe it was just for the best.

Eddie was famous, for something good… besides the shit that happened during Vecna’s little bitch fit, Eddie hadn’t stepped a toe out of line in nine whole years, no scandals, no drug addiction stories, no compromising paparazzi shots in the papers, he sang his songs, played his nerd games, he showed up as ‘Metal Santa’ at Children’s hospitals with the other bandmates dressed as goofy elves, giving out toys all out of his own pocket, he helped out at soup kitchens on the weekends when he wasn’t busy, did charity auctions of random shit for troubled youth charities, he was good. The only time he’d had an issue was early ’88 with a mild drinking problem but Dustin knocked some sense into him on that one and he’d cleaned up his act by September the same year.

He looked mean and scary sometimes, but nobody, not a single person could ever accuse him of being anything but good. Steve was just… Steve.

A man going nowhere, stuck in his hometown with nothing to offer him. It’d been so easy to convince himself to just stop trying. Eddie didn’t need him, Eddie probably didn’t want him, he could have anyone, why would he want him?

Steve didn’t answer his father, instead turned back to the intruder, a smile fighting at the corner of his lips as he witnessed the man telling one of the bride’s huffy aunts to pipe the fuck down. “Eddie? The hell are you doing here?” How could he let his mind force him to doubt when Eddie was right there as if he’d heard that one wish Steve had spoken only in his mind.

“Rescuing you, sweetheart, can’t say I’m the most impressive of cavalry but at least I look good, which is more than I can say for your bride, yikes ma’am you just faceplant into a cake made up entirely of makeup this morning? Not a good look, I can see where the foundation meets the rest of your neck. One word, blend.” Liar, she looked flawless, but the outraged gasp of an offended bride was worth it. The shit stirring little fucker. “It will change your life.”

“Steven—” Harriet huffed, turning to her groom expectantly “aren’t you even going to—”

“No.” Steve immediately cut her off with a short, snort of a laugh, eyes still on Eddie as the man approached, his bride immediately turning to her parents to loudly complain about the interruption, Steve tuned her out completely, he’d tuned everything out, focusing entirely on Eddie “you could have worn a shirt, man.”

“And miss the warm Indiana breeze on my nip? I think not Steven.” Steve scrunched up his nose in distaste “Stevie? Steve-o, Ooh, ooh… Estebe?”

“That means Stebe and you know it means Stebe.”

“I know but you always thought it was cute.” He was within reaching distance now, so close he could touch him, could touch him to ensure he was real, that he hadn’t just hallucinated his way through his forced vows.

“I only thought it was cute cause you actually thought it meant Steve.” He reached, Eddie’s smile widening, only for it to drop, his eyes sharpening in barely concealed rage as Harrington Sr. grabbed the arm reaching out toward Eddie.

“Don’t even think about it, Steven. You will inform your brief, and unfortunate lapse in judgement that you were mistaken, that it meant nothing, and you’re marrying Miss Reid, do not make me remind you—”

“Sit the fuck down Harrington, nobody pulled your string.” Eddie snarled leaning in close enough for the man to release his grip in surprise.

“Eddie… he’s right, I—I have to.”

“No, no you don’t, I see nobody we know here Steve, your friends, your family they’re not here… why? Why aren’t they here Steve… on what should be the happiest day of your life, why did Nancy have to shoot a security guard in the arm just to get me in?”

“Nance did what?” Was that what that noise was?

“Surprised you didn’t hear the gunshot. Karen wheeler practically shoved this monkey suit on me and shoved me out the damn door in hopes I could get you out of this, the only reason the others aren’t here is because these assholes did well enough to have it clash with everything going on in their lives.” Not him though, Eddie would have abandoned a whole damn tour, he’d have cancelled mid-gig, if necessary, Steve needed him. He needed them. “What’s stopping you from walking out of that door right now, baby? What’s doing that?”

He saw that crack in Steve’s already crumbling resolve at the soft use of an old pet name, such a simple, generic little name but it always made Steve just a little weak hearing it from Eddie. “Eddie—Eddie I’m… I can’t…”

There were whispers, people had stood up to get a closer look, nobody in that church recognised Eddie, as famous as he was, he wasn’t their kind of famous. Eddie paid them no mind, taking those last few steps, using what little courage he had left to reach up and skim his calloused fingers along that perfect jawline, thumb caressing the soft cushion of his cheek just below where his glasses perched. “You can, baby boy… my sweet little prince, you can walk right out of here with me… whatever it is Steve, we can deal with it, money? Baby I have more in pocket change than your family’s entire net worth combined, including the shit in those offshore accounts ol John here doesn’t think anyone knows about it.” Steve’s father leaned a fraction backwards in surprise, how the fuck did Munson know about that? He could move all he wanted, Eddie wasn’t paying attention to him, his soft eyes were on Steve, watching as the man let his own drift shut, leaning into the palm cupping his cheek. “Hawkins? Sweetheart… I got here in a day, I flew first class, very fancy, if anything happens, we’ve got it, we can be back here so fast whatever that freaky-ass place throws at us, we’ll be ready for it same as always… so what is it, big boy, what’s stopping you?”

Steve let his eyes open halfway, taking in the man in front of him “I’m not worth it Eddie… just… just go, it’s okay… I’ll be fine, m’always fine” so why did that smile look so sad “…I’m not worth what you’d lose if I were to leave.”

Part 9

[ijustkindalikebooks]

“You see, one of the best things about reading is that you'll always have something to think about when you're not reading.” ― James Patterson.

[geniusphilester]

AITA for wearing a wedding dress to my son's wedding?

my son (M, young adult) and his partner (M, young adult) have been engaged for a long time. i (M, elder) thought i might die before i saw them walk down the aisle. but after five long years, the wedding day finally came, and everything was going well: there was good food, i gave my future son-in-law a tip for his piano playing, and, most importantly, i was wearing a snazzy suit. eye-catching, but not attention-grabbing.

it wasn't until everyone was gathering for the ceremony that everything fell apart. i'm not sure what happened! one minute, it felt like the universe glitched. the next, i was wearing a strapless white wedding gown. i'm not kidding; there have definitely been brides who said their vows wearing this thing. i'd never seen it before in my life, but suddenly, i'm slumping around the venue looking like a beautiful, sad angel.

in a moment of panic, i decided to just push through and not interrupt the ceremony. things went okay at first. my son walked down the aisle, his fiance's brother scattered pedals, and then...my son ran away from the wedding. clearly i upset him so much that he couldn't stand to look at me, dressed in white in the front row. fortunately, my now son-in-law saved the day and both the ceremony and the reception happened without a hitch.

still, i feel terrible. i did sit-ups at the reception while they were cutting the cake to cope with my feelings, but i could have so easily ruined that, too. i haven't managed to ask my son if he hates me, but i'm convinced he does. AITA?

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

Why is there a last minute NYE wedding that can be planned and catered for last minute but not a Christmas Eve one? I would think a huge company like that would have to be booked well in advance. If it's the fact they won't go to a small town that's even weirder.

[andallshallbewell]

[sincerelytennessee]

[cuppatealove]

I finished the quilt!

(Pattern)

The light's terrible, but I couldn't wait until morning to post!!

[selinaeliott]

German holiday butter bread