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Goryeo’s Best Dressed: Hae Soo as the King’s Woman

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Pity and disgust welled inside of Eragon. “You have become your father.”
A strange gleam leaped into Murtagh’s eyes. “No, not my father.”

y'all better not fucking reblog that lauren picture or post it fucking anywhere yall better not @ her on twitter or on here with your stupid fucking camren jokes or laughing about how ~we already knew~ because you didn’t fucking know !!! you didn’t!! she never told us!! and she’ll never get to fucking tell us or come out on her own time b/c she has been FORCED OUT!! so y'all better literally just shut the fuck up and leave her the hell alone.

Lindworm

@ofhealinglove You don’t know me and I don’t know you well, but I know you like MadaSaku and life can suck, but MadaSaku always makes things better for me. Story is inspired by the folktale of the Lindworm. I hope you like it.


Once upon a time a queen fell into despair after many years of being unable to carry a child. Her kingdom was without an heir and her home devoid of sweet children. She was weeping in the garden when an old woman approached her, asking about her tears. When the queen told the old woman it was because she was barren the old woman held out a pair of pruning sheers.

“Go into your garden and you will find one red rose and one white rose. If you eat the white rose you will bear a girl, the red rose will give you a son, but be warned, you must only eat one of these roses, to devour both would be unwise.”

“The queen does as the old woman instructs and finds the roses in her garden. Thinking it over, the queen plucks the red rose and eats it, thinking of her future son. But then her heart begins to long for a daughter, and before she can remember the old woman’s warning, she devours the white rose as well.

“Nine months pass and soon comes the time for the queen to deliver her child. Heavy with child, she labors for many hours before she is able to push her child free, but a babe does not greet the midwives. With a roar like that of a fire’s, a lindworm slithers from her room and snakes out the window in wings of long leather. Following the worm, the queen discharges a healthy human boy, wailing in crying. The queen swears her midwives to secrecy and all is well in the land for seventeen and a half odd years.

But then the noble prince grows up and is taken with the heart for adventure of the most rewarding kind. He wishes to find a wife to make his heart sing. With his father’s blessing, he prepares to depart on such a journey when on the road the mighty dragon blocks their path. With the words of moral men the dragon demands a bride as is his birthright. The prince tries three more times, and the same even occurs. Bringing this news home, the queen finally breaks down and reveals her treachery. Yes, the monster is truly her son, and her first born. The young son may not marry until the eldest is taken with a bride.

The king sends for princess of far off kingdoms to please his worm son, but one after the other, they are eaten by the monster on their wedding night. Distraught and in a panic as to what they can do with their son, the king and queen begin kidnapping girls from nearby villages to wed to their son, praying one will break the curse and satisfy his desires.

“And that’s how I ended up here, isn’t it?” Sakura asked with a wicked smirk.

Staring wide eyed, the chancellor gaped openly for a good solid minute before recovering. Pushing his glasses up, the dark haired man squeaked. “Rumors being what they are, there is always exaggeration to be found-“

“Cut the bull, Iruka, I don’t buy it.  Get to the point of what you wanted to say earlier.”

Iruka, to his credit, looked ashamed. “Beg your pardon, but I suspect the allure of marrying into royalty would not move you to give yourself over. I’m sorry, but you are the only one of our staff that does not have a father to speak for her. You’ve been with us only a month, but you’ve never had post or visitors and you don’t go into town. You won’t be…missed.”

Sakura frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and staring out to the side at the gardens she was tending. Her hands were dirty, and her dress was little more than rags fit for working in. She hadn’t tried to look nice in her new office of employment, in fact, she had purposely tied up her hair and kept it wrapped under and scarf so that no one would see it and remember her for it. She liked to remain unnoticed and be the person people forgot about first. It made travel from one place to another easy. 

At least, that’s how she felt when she was working on jobs. When she was freelancing, she was a whole other story.

“Do I have a choice in any of this, or are you going to seize me in the night and drag me gagged and bound before his highness?”

Iruka stuttered. “I-I am so sorry, my good lady. Isn’t there anything you might want? To live as a princess for even a day is more than some girls can hope for.”

“Ah,” Sakura mused, exaggerating the tapping of her chin in thought. “But it is only for one day. To live for one more day, what would I trade for that?”

Iruka looked off to the side and Sakura followed his line of sight to the guards who patrolled back and forth on shifts that rotated ever four to six hours. Poor Iruka, to be the man who strong-arms the girls into this deadly fate.

“I guess there are some things I want. If the king will give these to me, I will consent and marry his worm of a son without complaint.”

“You will?” Iruka’s eyes were almost as wide as when she first recounted the story that had been so closely guarded. Not even the kitchen staff could speak or hear of it, and the kitchen staff knew nearly everything. “W-w-whatever you want, it is yours, the king will surly grant you your wish.”

Sakura held up three fingers. “First, I want seven dresses, each one a half a size larger than the last so that I might wear them all at once. These are the dresses I will wear on my wedding night so I can’t marry him until then. Secondly, on the night of our wedding, in the room where bride and groom consummate their vows, I want a copper basin filled with milk from a cow that is without spot or blemish.”

“Those are…” he struggled to find the words, “odd requests if ever I’ve heard them. What is the third thing you ask for?”

Sakura smiled, cheekily. “I’ll let the king know that myself, since it depends on how the night goes. Once my dresses are made, let me know and I will come for the prince, until then, leave me to work in the garden.”

“You don’t want a room fit for a princess?”

Sakura snorted, turning her back on Iruka and picking up the ho she had been using. In a simple move, she swung the ho out and buried its metal into the dirt. The lines in her back stood out, betraying the secret strength that coiled under her skin. She was a delicate looking creature, but Iruka suspected there was more to her than such a fragile frame. No one else thought to look twice at her, including him, but now he thought better of it. She was a tricky woman, one that set him off balance, and one he was all the better leaving to her own devices.

“I will leave you to your work then, my good lady,” he said with a nod, turning to let the king and queen know of his good news.

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To my American travelers

We received devastating news this morning (or last night, for those of us who couldn’t sleep through). We are shaken. We know you are too.

But this is where the work begins. We are here for you, travelers. We are here for each and every one of you. Always. We will support you. We will defend you. We will represent you in our art and out in the world. We will work harder. We will do better.

Because we have each other, travelers. You are not alone. We will be here for you when you are lonely and afraid and suffering, and in return we ask that you be there for others when they are in need. This will not break us. Love triumphs.

My name is Sophie Kaner. I’m an American citizen, and this is my country. I’m not proud of it, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth saving. And, hell–it’s not like I had anywhere better to go.

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Today’s Robert Francis Friday post: Character alignments!  With all the many and varied characters Robert played over his career, I was confident that I’d find at least one example for each alignment.  And I did–

Lawful Good: Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)
Neutral Good: Lee (The Magnificent Seven)
Chaotic Good: Albert Stroller (Hustle)
Lawful Neutral: Hunt Stockwell (The A Team)
True Neutral: Harry Rule (The Protectors)
Chaotic Neutral: Gelt (Battle Beyond the Stars)
Lawful Evil: Walter Chalmers (Bullitt)
Neutral Evil: Hayden Danziger (Columbo)
Chaotic Evil: Ross Webster (Superman III)

Thanks to @ksturf and @theniftycat for help with this!

okamiwolf01  asked:

I don't mean to bother you. But this election has killed all the hope I had. I'm desperate. I just wanted someone to talk too. I'm being f****d over at 15.

*throws blanket over you and gives you tea* You’re not bothering me at all, sweetheart! 💗 I agree with you ): I’m so upset. I can’t believe people are supporting Trump -.- You can see how desperate our country has become. It seems the only people benefitting from Trump are straight white males. But just remember: you’re loved and you’re important, okay? I’ll be here to support you. 😘

Originally posted by stepihwang

- Admin Mochi ✨

Sleeping in my bed is a lot better when you’re in it, too.

Come to think of it, sleeping anywhere is better with you.
Being anywhere in general, is better with you.

It’s just that you add so much joy to my life.

—  Nicole Torres @ntorres-writtenemotions. // excerpt #6
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Jesminder had twins!

A little girl (Sarai) and little boy (Javon), and Arun finally showed up after they were born. That’s the first time I’ve ever seen him anywhere near Jesminder! He better help her with them babies or so help me … I’m not above locking him in an empty room without a door if he turns out to be a deadbeat dad ಠ_ಠ

“ sorry for going mia, things got really busy and i had to go back to miami with mom and all that. but i’m finally back in la after two weeks and i’ve missed it so much.  have i missed anything??“