#e:wedding

[fy-shineeworld]

170316 Minho- Jung Da Eun’s wedding

[포토엔]샤이니 민호 ‘깔끔한 하객 패션’(조우종 정다은결혼)

[뉴스엔 표명중 기자] 방송인 조우종-KBS 정다은 아나운서 결혼식이 3월16일 오후 서울 용산구 한남동 서울 하얏트호텔에서 진행됐다

Trans: [Photos] SHINee's Minho 'Clean customer fashion' (at Jung Da Eun's Wedding)

[News reporter]

The KBS announcer Jung Da Eun had his wedding ceremony at the Hyatt Hotel in Han Nam-dong, Yongsan-gu, Seoul, on March 16

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[kimtae-yeons]

[kimtae-yeons]

Vaneet and Sanjeet's perfect wedding

[therobertbaratheon]

-Robert sat in the hallway outside the kitchen on the floor, eating a platter of food. An arrow protruding from his side as he continued to drink wine as if the whole castle wasn't coming apart at the seams-

[benjen-thirdson]

I f-well, I uh I ffff-f-f-found him I-I

I-I found him.

[princess-dany-blog]

[princess-dany-blog]

Born In Fire || Self Para

Daenerys' attention snapped to the crazed lunatic sprinting up the aisle of the Sept, confusion clear on her stunning features. She watched in unconcealed horror as the carpet engulfed in flames. The cloak Viserys had been placing around her shoulders fell to the ground, forgotten as the girl stepped back from the fire. "By all the Gods..." Viserys' exclamation was lost the the explosions that followed, and her own heart was pounding so fast it hurt. The Sept shook and fire started spreading everywhere like the panic in her veins. Dany clung to Rhaegar's hand as she stumbled after him. Her dress that before had seemed so perfect and pristine was now nothing more that a hindrance. She could have screamed as Rhaegar broke away from them but her refusal to be parted with him turned to anguish when she spotted Lyanna. "No..." She croaked, feeling strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her away.

"I must get you to safety, Princess." Ser Arthur... Dany wrenched herself from the Knight's grasp and looked frantically around. "Where's Viserys?" She asked. Her brother was no where in sight. "Princess please, your brother has already left the Sept." Of course, she thought in a moment of bitterness. Of course Viserys would rush outside while his siblings stood in a collapsing Sept filled with fire.

"Help..." The choked plea came from a pile of rubble beside them. Dany and Ser Arthur exchanged a look before collapsing beside the pile and clawing at the remains. A hand reached out and Daenerys clutched it tight. "It's alright, we're here. We'll help you." She shot the Knight an urgent glance and watched as he tore through the rubble as if it were wet parchment. A girl no older than the Princess was lay shaking and bloody, she obviously needed a Maester and quickly. "Take her," Dany instructed, moving away so Ser Arthur could pick the girl up. "But Princess--".

"That is an order, Ser Arthur. Take this girl to safety, I will follow." After only a seconds hesitation, the Knight picked the girl up and rushed off assuming the Princess would be right on his heels. Instead a deep rumbling caught her attention and as she whirled around to see what was going on, all of the air rushed out of Daenerys' lungs.

There stood her father and Ser Barristan grappling for the eggs. As much as Dany loved and cared for the old Knight, it was the white-bearded man with a crazed look in his eye that captured her attention. What in the name of all the Gods was her father doing in the Sept? How long had he been here? Had the Mad King been at her wedding from the start? Who's genius idea was it to keep that piece of information from her? Daenerys would have been furious if she wasn't standing in the middle of a crumbling building surrounded by fire and smoke and watching in obvious horror as stone and wood fell on top of her father and Ser Barristan. A cry wrenched itself from deep in her chest then, not for her father, but for the man who had always been so kind to her. The man who had sometimes slipped her a sweet when no one was looking. The man who carried her on his shoulders when she was small. That was the man who spurred her feet forward even though she could see the ruble bury him. Dany knew he was dead and yet the only thing that stopped her was the flaming beam she tripped over.

Daenerys flew forward and caught her weight on her forearms as she crashed to the ground. She cried out as pain shot up her arms, but is faded away as quickly as it had come. Pulling herself into a sitting position, she gasped at the sight of her train as it erupted into bright flames. Dany frantically beat at the flames, but they wouldn't go out. That wasn't what made her sit still however, it was the fact the flames licked at her legs and it caused her no pain. She stared transfixed as the flames singed away more and more of her dress until it was above knees and still no pain. A loud rumble and a crash of debris beside her made Dany shriek and extinguish the flames on her dress with her bare hands. Getting up, she noted that few remained in the Sept before sprinting for the exit Ser Arthur had used minutes ago.

[robert--stark]

Fall Apart || Self-para

The wedding has been interrupted and the Sept of Baelor destroyed. You are encouraged to write a self-para about your character during this event.

But still...Rob felt like a coward. He was hiding in his chambers in the Keep, refusing to go to the Sept. He knew everyone was there and his bedchambers were the only place where he felt like there was no one to disturb him. To ask him why he wasn't happy. He had tried so hard not to raise his voice at one of the poor people who had talked to him. But he was taught better, aggression didn't solve problems. And the boy refused to keep anger and negative emotions inside of him, to express those emotions in front of other people. He may offend them, and that was never a thing he wanted. He was going to be a knight. A true knight, to be exact. And what did that mean? What?

"In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave." "In the name of the Father I charge you to be just." "In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent." "In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women....

Those were the words he hoped he would hear some day and he was determined to follow them. Aggression had no place in them. He would be brave and just. Defend the young and innocent and would be cleanly as well as godly. Act with military courtesy. He was determined. Determined not to stray away. He would show that true knights were not extinct. They still existed and he was going to be one.

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He had to. He had to attend. At least for his family. He did not want to embarrass them. He had already taken the road that was leading to the Sept of Baelor. So many thoughts were crossing his mind. Battling for control. He no longer knew what to do. He was so confused and utterly crushed. Why were the gods so cruel? Why were they doing this? Never in his life had he ever felt so miserable. The girl he loved was getting married, and it was not to him. There was nothing that could be done. He didn't want to complain or disrupt the peace by voicing his opinion about the wedding. Voicing his feelings. They did not matter when it came to a Targaryen wedding, it appeared. It had always been strange to him how the family married one another, marriage between family members. It was odd. And didn't it bother them? Its was...unusual. What was the whole purpose? To keep the bloodline? But so many people got hurt that way. And wasn't marriage supposed to be about love? He doubted that many of the Targaryens were happy in their marriages. Everything was so forced, not given room for true feelings and affection. Rob knew that there would come a day when he would have to marry and he wished that his married life would resemble the one between his parents. They obviously loved and cared for each other a lot. Nothing was forced between them. After three children and years of marriage, they still loved each other. The boy hoped he would find love with whoever his future would be. He hoped he would love her as much as his father loved his mother. It was the marriage he wished for. So much love and care. It was something rare, but Rob liked reaching for things that seemed impossible. Maybe he was a bit of a dreamer, but he didn't care. He wanted to try. Better to try and fail, than not to have tried at all.

Couldn't hold it anymore. Was he crying? He felt something wet sliding down his cheeks. His hand raised to touch the spot. They were warm and felt just like tears. He was definitely crying. Had tried to control himself, not to break. He was going to be a knight. Did knights cry? He had never seen any of them crying. Rob would make such a weak knight. If he was crying over his broken heart, then what else would bring tears around his eyes? He was so soft. Such a great knight. He knew what he felt at that moment. A negative emotion. Anger. Anger aimed at his own self. He hoped the people who were passing weren't paying attention. Or they would see Robert Stark being a huge baby, a future knight behaving like a little child. He was a Stark, a member of a great house. The great house Stark. Why was he acting in such a manner? He didn't want to disappoint his ancestors. They were probably strong people, not like him. With his tears he was disappointing everyone. Those before him, the gods, his family. Everyone. And he was disappointing her. Dany. If she could see him now. No, he was not a good match for her. She needed someone strong, not a baby. He was so nervous and strange all the time. Couldn't even talk properly to girls. And yet, Rob wanted to believe that he was a man. What kind of man? Someone like him did not deserve to be called a man. A baby. A baby. A baby.

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Then he heard it. He couldn't see clearly because of the tears in his eyes, but he heard it. An explosion. And it was coming from the Sept. The place where the ceremony was being held at. The place where his family and Dany were at. Rob started running towards it as fast he could. He felt like he had never been running so fast before. It was amazing what his feelings could do. The power they had over him. Over his body. He didn't feel fatigue, not in the slightest. His attention was focused on getting to his destination on time. He had to do something. He had to help. As he was getting closer, he saw the destruction. Everything was tumbling down, collapsing. Rob had never seen something so horrible. All of his worst fears coming to life. Everyone who he cared about was at that Sept, and they were all in danger. 

"Mother? Father? Uncle? Serra, Arthur, Dany?" , he called. But his yelling was probably left unheard. There was so much smoke. He couldn't see, and it was stopping him from taking a step forward. The boy was already too close to the disaster. He was afraid. He was so afraid. There he was, standing. Wondering if his family and his love had survived, if they were okay. And at that moment, he felt so utterly weak.