and his lovely wife

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“Ajusshi, Who Are You?”

anonymous asked:

That has to be his wedding band. I mean look at the one he had on that finger before. It is a simple band, not a gaudy one. It is actually really beautiful to see this. Instead of having rings on of men he killed, now he has on rings that show his eternal bond to the two people he loves most. His wife (Emma) and his brother (Liam)

Yeah, I thought the other ring looked a lot like Liam’s ring!  Since we know Liam’s ring makes a return in the next episode, perhaps Emma offers it to him as a reminder that all sins can be forgiven when someone loves you :’)

The alarm clock roused him from his slumber- it was just like any other day, with the exception that it was currently 3 in the morning. Unfortunately, this was not a mistake. His job had a habit of taking him all across the globe and at all hours of the night. He switches it off quickly, in the hopes his loving wife won’t be disturbed. He didn’t sleep much anyway.
Benedict swings his legs out from under the covers, stands and stretches. He can hear his back pop. He thinks about getting older with a sigh. All his health and fitness can’t prolong the inevitable. But he doesn’t mind. With a family, growing older only has its pleasures for him now.
Though, currently, he has a less pleasurable task, which is getting ready to head off to the airport before the sun rises. He’s beginning work on a new film today, an exciting one with dangerous plot twists, romance, and a setting which is miles away from home and hearth. He hates to complain, but nobody enjoys this side of the job.
Flicking a light on, he enters his bathroom. Step one: Brush, step two: paste, step three: clean. Ben was bleary eyed, scrolling through the news on his phone as he brushed his teeth. step four: spit, step five: rinse. He locks the screen and smiles at the photo of Sophie with their two beautiful children. He’ll have just enough time to give them each a long kiss and hug goodbye before having to brace himself for the mayhem of airport navigation. It only gets harder as his star rises. Sometimes he considers going the route of more eccentric icons and donning a mask or a wig, but maybe that’s the sleepless night talking.
What’s next? Ben feels his chin- stubbly, but not in an attractive way. He had better shave, he has the time.
It is at that moment, razor in hand, that Ben finally turns his head up and gives a proper look in the mirror- to find to his shock, this is not his face.
Ben blinks. Blink blink blink. He rubs his eyes. The face looking back at him in the mirror is not his own. It’s not even movingbwhen he moves. What the hell is this? He opens his phone to the front facing camera to make sure he’s not in some sort of film plot- as often is the case in his nightmares- he pinches himself; not an actual nightmare either then.
Just as he reaches up to touch the glass of the mirror, the man looking back at him blinks too.
He’s odd, he looks almost like Ben, perhaps if viewed from afar. He’s wearing odd clothing- nothing Ben could put a label to, however. Finally Ben finds the energy to speak: “What- who are you? What the fuck is this?”
An ethereal voice echoes back to him, high and sounding like it’s coming from everywhere:
“I am Sufjan Stevens”

anonymous asked:

Weird question but curious :) if you could take your favourite bits from different royals and mash them together to make the perfect royal, what attributes would you choose? (For example I'd pick Maxima's energy and Charles' dedication and Harald's love for his wife etc)

That’s a lovely question. It will mostly be the ladies because I love them:

Jetsun Pema’s grace

Masako’s strength

Rania’s eloquence

Mary’s passion

Victoria’s work ethic

Claire’s intelligence

Sofia’s sense of humour

Maxima’s energy (totally agree there)

Kate’s sweet nature

Harald’s outspokenness 

The Queen’s longevity 

and Charlene’s wardrobe (she’s much more than a wardrobe but her clothing is just to die for)

 s/b:    what  made  you  want  to  write  prince  kit  /  charming  ?
 me:    idk.    richard  madden’s  pretty  face.    to  throw  shade  @  all  the  other  princes.    his  love  and  devotion  for  his  beautiful  wife  ella.    the  crack  rps.   the  foot  fetish.

anonymous asked:

I recently saw a whisper about a man who had 7 dogs because his wife loved dogs and he loved her. Who would do the same, out of the guys, for their old lady?

Jax, Juice, Chibs and secretly but not so secretly Happy ❤️🐶

ghoulishmalady  asked:

Finn Kirkwood and Jonathan Strange <3

Thank you! :D

@tehsharkie also requested Finn but I haven’t been asked about Jonathan yet, so here goes!

Jonathan Strange

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: His irrefutable, unbreakable love for his wife and his passion for magic and bringing it to everyone in England.
worst quality: Jonathan does have a tendency to let things to go to his head, both pre- and post-Peninsula (and he was a right arse to Bell sometimes) but that entirely disappeared after Waterloo. That’s only a minor issue, though. Worst quality, if you can even call it such? As much as I love mad!Jonathan, it’s heartbreaking how obsession (of the most noble kind, mind) broke him in the end. But then again, that’s his character arc, isn’t it? That’s how he matures and gets from being in Henry IV, Part I to King Lear (thank you Bertie for this wonderful analogy!)…so I guess it’s a double-edged sword.
ship them with: Arabella Strange, of course.
brotp them with: Mr Norrell! :3
needs to stay away from: Pineapples. In all seriousness, the Gentleman with the Thistledown Hair. Get that fucker away from Jonathan, and especially Arabella.
misc. thoughts: Hapless-gentleman-wastrel-turned-BAMF-magician-extraordinaire. With equally extraordinary hair. :)

Jason Brinley surprised his wife by decorating their bedroom with 7,000 love letters. He spent months writing notes on Post-Its and arranging them on cardboard panels- which he used to cover the walls. Every note contains something he loves about her, like ‘I love that you put animals before people,’ and 'I love that you sing when you cook and no one else is around.’ Source

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Peter Cushing + That sexy neck thing he always does after getting choked out

Patater Week (Feb 6) Get Together

you know how i said i wasn’t doing this

apparently i am a liar.

(all the week’s fics will go onto ao3)

They literally slam into each other at a roller rink.

It’s a You Can Play benefit thing for kids. Kent’s too busy watching to make sure he doesn’t run over one of the mini-tots that he completely misses the giant headed in his direction. And you would think, wouldn’t you, that a guy whose career involved balancing on knives on ice would take a check on skates as well as he did in an ice rink, but nope. Kent hits Alexei Mashkov head-on and sends them both into a pile on the ground.

The icing on the cake is Kent’s arm clotheslining a six-year-old on the way down.

So now he and Tater are both sitting on the side of the roller skating rink, holding matching cold packs to their faces while a small child stuffs tissues up his nose to stop the bleeding.

“I’mb gonna tell everybody at school that Kent Parsob hit by face!” the kid tells Kent happily, oblivious to his dad’s efforts to keep him from talking and thereby snorting blood everywhere.

Kent gives him a weak thumbs up. At his side, Alexei makes a noise that might actually be a giggle.

“You so cute with kids,” Alexei says.

Damn language barriers, Kent thinks. “You mean I’m good with kids. And I’m not that great. They just like me because I’m ridiculous.”

“You are very ridiculous,” Alexie agrees. “But I’m choose right word, ‘cute.’ You are cute being with kids.”

Kent thinks the head-on collision must have knocked something loose in both their heads. He twists sideways and gapes, the effect of which is probably lost due to the ice pack covering half his face. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?”

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