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OOC
I wanted to share some of my own wedding photos since there's so much wedding-love this week! This me and my husband (the guy who plays Thomas <3) at our Renaissance wedding in November.
(Ten points for anyone who knows what we're doing here. ;D)
Hope you and Thomas can join us for the wedding! *hands you an invitation*
We will most certainly be there! Oh my gosh, I love weddings!!! (I'm totally going to steal some ideas...)
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Hey guys, sorry I haven't been around in a bit. Matt (Thomas) and I have been rather busy, but we're going to make an effort to stay as consistently active as possible from here on out. <3 It might just be a couple of posts every now and then, depending on the activity in the RP and in our real lives, but it'll be something! =D
Stunning! (09/30/11)
You bet I am. =D
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I hate to make a whiny ooc post, but I really don't understand why there's been such this big uproar lately about David/Clopin- the main issue, from what I've gathered. The argument that it's turning the RP non-canon makes no sense to me, because isn't the fact that we're all talking to each other already non-canon? If there's another reason, I'd very much like to hear it and if it's the one I think it is, I'm not sure I want to stay here either.
Anastasia and Lady Tremaine on Flickr.
Mother and I only have the loveliest of expressions.
Congratulations Anastasia!! I'm so happy for you and Thomas! *hugs* We really need to go out sometime soon so we can talk about everything! *smiles*
Thank you, Ella, my dear!!! <3 <3 <3 I would LOVE that! I need to start shopping and preparing for the wedding, after all! We don't want a very long engagement, so we're thinking of scheduling it for February, close to Valentine's Day. I'm SO EXCITED, but that gives me very little time to prepare, so I think I need to start ASAP!!! Please let me know when you're available! I can use all the help I can get, and mother and Drizella are being absolute drags about the whole thing and really no help at all. *sigh*
<3 Anastasia
AAAWWW!!! Look at my lovely Ella and me, bein' adorable! <3 <3 <3
*simultaneous sighs* Oh, Gaston!
He is pretty dreamy, I have to admit. *giggle*
Christmas was FANTASTIC
But really, no gift was greater than the one Thomas gave to me.
That's right...I'M ENGAGED!!!! FJDFJDHJSDK.
As you can see, mother and Drizzy are SO HAPPY FOR ME. <3 <3 <3
monsieurgypsyking said: ooc: /APPLAUDS/
ooc; lol, was that because it went on too long? XD
thecooleststepsister:
Initially, he felt a mixture of utter shame -for not just sucking it up and taking the plunge instead forcing his poor Anastasia to get on her knee- and surprise for what she was doing. He certainly wasn’t expecting her to resort to that.
But then again, that’s why he loved her. He never truly knew what Anastasia was going to do next and he found that angle to her very endearing and exciting. Once more, she was putting him through his paces, letting him know that his pride was most certainly not going to keep her from marrying him.
So he let himself laugh and forget whatever shame hung over his head. What more evidence did he need that she wanted to marry him and didn’t care a lick for his lack-luster attempt at a proposal that almost get her killed? This what they were, after all: two screw-ups. But it was what made them wonderful together.
“Of course I’ll marry you, Ana,” he said happily, bringing her to her feet and then twirling her around once in his arms. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He nuzzled his nose against hers -their signature Eskimo kiss- as he replaced the earring she had given him. Before he could promise her to either find the one he had lost or get her a new one, the sound of someone running up to them interuppted him.
“Thomas! Thomas!” Pierre cried, holding something in his hand. “Je l’ai trouvé! I have found it!”
From the way the small object sparkled in between the chef’s fingers, Thomas could tell it was the very ring he had lost. It seemed rather superfluous now, but he accepted it from Pierre gratefully and then gently placed it on Anastasia’s left ring finger.
Anastasia smiled widely at the sight and feel of it. It was an admittedly gorgeous silver band with curly designs leading to a ruby embedded in it's center.
"You remembered I loved rubies," she mentioned. "And what my ring size was. I wouldn't call that screwing up at all, Tommy-bear."
She then gave him a lingering kiss before whispering, "Merry Christmas, husband-to-be."
thecooleststepsister:
Anastasia grabbed Thomas’ arm rather compulsively before he could get very far, and she couldn’t help but be reminded of that day, a year ago, when he had done the same to her in the village courtyard.
“Tommy, please,” she begged, bringing him back to face her. “I’ve wanted you to ask me to marry you for months now. Do you really think that just because your proposal didn’t go off without a hitch that I’m just going to say no? I mean, isn’t a marriage about more than just glitz and glamour and romance? We’re not always going to have perfect moments, Tommy, and things aren’t always going to go our way- especially with two people like us. But I know we’ve got it right this time. Don’t tell me you’re just going to throw that away because of one slip-up.”
“I don’t feel confident anymore,” he admitted. “I don’t feel like I’m worthy to be asking you to take such a big step with me.”
Thinking quickly, Anastasia took out one of her pearl earrings -a peice of a set her late father had given her for Christmas many years ago-, grabbed Thomas' hand, and fell to one knee before him in her Christmas gown on the cold balcony, wincing from glacial bite.
"Thomas Baker," she said, inhaling deeply. "If you're not going to ask me to marry you, then I'm going to have to do the honors. Will you pretty, pretty please make me the happiest klutz in the kingdom by accepting this pearl earring in exchange for becoming my beloved husband?"
thecooleststepsister:
Anastasia gasped loudly, clapping hands over her mouth in surprise. Thomas wanted to marry her? He was going to propose? She ruined it by gobbling the tart up like a pig and choking on the godforsaken ring???
“Thomas…! Oh my gosh…this is all my fault! I-I-I didn’t know there was ring in there! I wouldn’t have eaten so fast had I known, I promise! Oh no, oh no, oh no…please, please don’t blame yourself, this is all my doing.”
Thomas took her hands into his to calm her down.
“Ana, stop. This is my fault, not yours. I should have known better. I’m sorry I ruined everything, but I suppose it’s better to find out now what a screw-up I can be rather than after you’ve made the mistake of marrying me.”
He kissed her briefly on the cheek before turning to head back inside.
Anastasia grabbed Thomas' arm rather compulsively before he could get very far, and she couldn't help but be reminded of that day, a year ago, when he had done the same to her in the village courtyard.
"Tommy, please," she begged, bringing him back to face her. "I've wanted you to ask me to marry you for months now. Do you really think that just because your proposal didn't go off without a hitch that I'm just going to say no? I mean, isn't a marriage about more than just glitz and glamour and romance? We're not always going to have perfect moments, Tommy, and things aren't always going to go our way- especially with two people like us. But I know we've got it right this time. Don't tell me you're just going to throw that away because of one slip-up."
thecooleststepsister:
Thomas hesitated, chewing his lip nervously as he tried to decide how to explain the situation. He so didn’t want it to pan out like this. She was supposed to discover the ring, jump and down excitedly, and then he would propose to her formally in front of everyone. It would be dramatic and romantic, just as Anastasia had hopefully invisioned it.
And yet, here he was, ringless (from a ring he had spent quite a fortune on, as a matter of fact) and pathetically wasting time trying to figure out how to explain to this woman he loved so much that he had completely messed up the one moment she had been looking forward to for so long.
“Look, Anastasia…you’re…my best friend. I…I want to wake-up next to you every morning. I want to come home to you every night and eat dinner with you and complain about our days together. I want to argue with you over petty things until we can’t remember what we’re fighting about and then just decide to laugh and get over it and cuddle. I want to have kids with you and change their diapers and raise them together and be the best parents ever. I want to get old and feeble with you because I love you so, so, so much. I want you to be my wife, Ana. I want all of these things, but I can’t ask you to marry me because I, the person who thought he was fit to be your husband, couldn’t even remember how much you loved cherry tart and how obviously terrible an idea it was to try to hide an engagement ring in there for you to find by surprise.”
Anastasia gasped loudly, clapping hands over her mouth in surprise. Thomas wanted to marry her? He was going to propose? She ruined it by gobbling the tart up like a pig and choking on the godforsaken ring???
"Thomas...! Oh my gosh...this is all my fault! I-I-I didn't know there was ring in there! I wouldn't have eaten so fast had I known, I promise! Oh no, oh no, oh no...please, please don't blame yourself, this is all my doing."
thecooleststepsister:
Thomas sighed and leaned up against the railing of the balcony, staring blankly at what he would usually consider a beautiful sight. Not so this evening, considering all that had happened.
“I think it’s only fair that you know what an utter failure I am. I tried so hard to do something incredible for you tonight and I botched it completely. You know what the worst part of it is? Everything that went wrong is something I should’ve known would happen.”
Anastasia joined him, resting her elbows on the admittedly very cold surface of the stone balcony railing.
"Alright, so we're both screw-ups," she said softly. "I mean, as you know, I'm always messing things up, getting things wrong, tripping over my own shadow, all of that sorta stuff. Even if I wanted to, I'd have no right to judge you. But for goodness sakes, Thomas, what did you mess up in the first place? I don't even know what we're discussing here."