Royalty (prince/princess) rebelling against an arranged marriage with someone much much older than them prompts?
1) “He’s a very respectable match.”
“And dinosaurs are very respectable creatures, but that doesn’t mean I want to marry one.”
“The count isn’t that old. You’re being ridiculous.”
2) “You could do worse. The countess will provide you with a comfortable life and much wisdom.”
“And a life support machine.” They continued stuffing their belongings in a bag, all set to run.
“Then nobody will notice when they die, leave you their ancient fortune, and I’ll come and live with you.”
“I don’t want to murder her! I just don’t want to marry her.”
“All I’m saying is that there are smarter ways to get what you want then running. They’ll only drag you back anyway.”
“…you have something in mind?” They asked their lover.
3) They looked at the young, foolish thing they were supposed to marry and felt a stab of amusement at their antics. At the least suitable match they could find dangling on their arm.
“So, we want to announce we got married last night,” the young royal declared.
Oh, this would definitely bring some life back to the palace.
“There’s something in the book return bin.” Acrylic nails drum against the circulation desk countertop; Junk winces, trying to block out the aggressive unpleasantness of the sound. Her cat, sleeping on the countertop, stirs irritably. The patron mistakes Junk’s discomfort for belligerence, and repeats themself more loudly: “There’s something in the book return bin.”
Junk looks up, puts on her best attempt at a customer-service smile. “Is it books?” She asks, without an awful lot of hope.
It is not books. Or, more accurately, it is not just books. Maybe a homeless man, the patron at the desk had told her, or maybe a fox, or a raccoon, or one of those things, the, uh, what are the furry things with the naked tails and the opposable thumbs and the small, sharp teeth? Possums, right, they’d said. Maybe it’s a possum.
Whatever it is, it’s Junk’s responsibility as student assistant librarian to deal with it. Which is not particularly cool or fun, but then, no one ever said that being the student assistant librarian would be either.
There’s a procedure for things like these. There’s an old paperback on the front shelf to be checked out and checked in and checked out again, for use as a tester whenever there’s a kink in the barcode scanner or something in the book return bin. That’s the first tool. Junk takes the paperback and checks it out. There’s a small notebook on top of the stock shelf, full of helpful troubleshooting tips Junk’s collected herself over the course of her employment here. That’s the second tool. Junk puts it in one of the many spacious pockets in her cargo pants. There’s a big cardboard shoebox under the circulation desk, and a smaller cardboard shoebox inside of it, and a smaller iron lockbox inside of that. That’s where they keep the thousand and one. The third tool. Junk leaves it in its boxes, for now. She’ll come back for it if she needs it. Hopefully she won’t. It’s never a good day when she needs to take the thousand and one out of its boxes.
Chat Noir’s ears twitched at the sound of footsteps behind him. “Hey! What have you got there?” asked Ladybug as she plopped down next to him, legs dangling off of a beam of the Eiffel Tower.
“Mmmm. New bakery opened up. You won’t believe how good these are. Macaron?” Chat Noir held one out to her and Ladybug plucked it from his fingers with a scoff.
“No way it can be better than Tom & Sabine’s,” she asserted, tossing her pigtails and nibbling the edge of the macaron. Hmmm. It was pretty good, in her nearly-professional opinion. Her papa’s macarons would always be the best, though.
“I don’t know, Bug. Not kitten you, I’m seriously impressed with the place. They have all this space, and the pastries are laid out in really creative arrangements. Their line-up is double the variety I’ve seen anywhere else. Tom & Sabine’s is more like the friendly local place. La Maison is out to impress.”
Ladybug sniffed derisively. “Well, this macaron is pretty good, but if it’s the best they’ve got to offer…”
“Here, check it,” Chat Noir reached into the tall paper sack beside him and relieved it of a fresh baguette, “the bread is paws-itively spectacular.” Ladybug took the bite he broke off for her in one gloved hand, feeling piqued. Tom & Sabine’s was the best. She always brought him treats from there; it was kind of their thing. Could this new place really be any good? She chewed the piece of baguette and frowned. It was excellent, both in texture and taste.
“You don’t like it?” Chat Noir asked cautiously, seeing the glum expression on her face.
“No, no, you’re right. It’s really good.” Ladybug set down the uneaten half-bite she had left on the beam. She wiggled it against the steel, watching crumbs break off and blow away in the breeze. “I still think Tom & Sabine have this baguette beat.”
“Maybe you’re right. But you should try this, too.” He reached into the sack for a new item. Ladybug felt heat rise behind her eyes.
“God, Chat, did you buy the whole store?” Chat Noir’s hand stilled at Ladybug’s outburst.
“No, I just grabbed what I liked. Do you want something else or not?”
“No! I don’t want to try anything else from your new favorite bakery. If it’s not as good as Tom & Sabine’s, then I don’t want to waste my time.”
“I didn’t say it was my new favorite bakery. I said I was impressed, that’s all. Since when are you so dedicated to one little local bakehouse, anyway? We eat stuff from other places all the time.”
“Well, I’m not hungry anymore,” Ladybug crossed her arms defiantly. “You can take that bag of pastries and-”
“Whoa! Ladybug! Dial it back a little.” Chat Noir glared at her, his glowing green eyes narrowing with irritation. Crush or no crush, he wasn’t going to let her lash out at him over a sack of baked goods.
“I was going to say ‘pitch it off the Tower for all I care’, before I was interrupted,” Ladybug rejoined. Two pink spots grew on her cheeks below her mask. She pulled her knees up to her chest, gathering her feet against the backs of her thighs. “Maybe we should get out on patrol.”
“Not before I’m done with my food. I didn’t get any dinner,” Chat Noir snapped. Ladybug leaned away from him, fixing him with an irritated look of her own.
“No need to get rude.”
“I could say the same to you.”
“It’s the sub-par pastries that are doing this to you.”
“No, you’re the one doing this to me. Let me eat my awesome pastries in peace.”
“If you’d gotten them from Tom & Sabine’s like we always do, maybe I could.”
“Well, maybe I was tired of the same old thing. Maybe I didn’t want to run into that girl we know, Marinette, because she talks a lot and I had to get out here to meet you because yesterday you told me off for being late. Or maybe La Maison just has the best bread in town. Or maybe-” Chat Noir broke off and squinted at his partner, who had hunched over her legs and turned her face away from him. “Are you crying?”
Ladybug brushed at her mask and tried to suck in a breath that didn’t shake. “No, of course not.” She didn’t feel ready to turn back to him yet, instead making her face into an angry mask and trusting that the angle would hide her fake expression. She should have known better. She saw Chat Noir deflate out of the corner of her eye.
had a lovely retreat over the weekend, time in worship and fellowship with friends :-)
there is little more I want than to inspire and encourage people in their walks with Christ, for the importance of light & life - in every sense of the word - is something I am only starting to grasp, and all the more must learn about x
get one here. have a labour day sale coming (for those in the US!) so keep a lookout :-) wishing you all a good week, my inbox is always open if you need prayer/simply a listening ear.
May I have some HCs on Chuuya and Dazai having an SO that likes to make them food to bring to the port mafia/ADA to eat during lunch please?
Chuuya appreciates you taking the time out of your day to whip up one of his favorite meals in the morning and packing it up all nicely and taking it to the Port Mafia for him to have for lunch, but he tells you that you don’t have to go through all of the trouble of doing it so often because he knows that cooking can be time-consuming and requires a lot of energy. But if you insist that you’re fine with it and that you enjoy making food for him then Chuuya obviously won’t stop you from wanting to feed him.
Chuuya often looks forward to your regular visits and seeing you with his delicious lunch in your hands ever since you coming to the Port Mafia during lunch time has become a routine. He makes sure not to have anything after breakfast and that he’s back at the mafia’s headquarters around noon so that he gets to see you when you drop it off before he’s off to take care of some important businesses again because he won’t be back until after midnight.
Chuuya can sometimes get so adorably excited to find out what you’ve made for him that day and there’s always a curious grin on his face as he’s unwrapping the furoshiki from the bento box and opening it to reveal its contents. He’s always impressed with the way you’d creatively arrange the meats and veggies in an aesthetic manner because like most people, Chuuya definitely eats with his eyes first before he actually goes to dig in.
Dazai’s always happy and beams with absolute joy whenever you show up at the agency, and even more so when you come with a pretty packed lunch for him after slaving away in the kitchen for a good hour in the morning to produce a yummy home cooked meal. Dazai tends to make a dramatic scene at the first sight of you and he always manages to draw a smile and a giggle from you even if you become easily embarrassed by his silly and outrageous antics.
Whenever Dazai sits down to eat his lunch he always brags to the other members in the agency about how much of a wonderful and amazing cook you are and how everything you make tastes so heavenly in his mouth, even if it was something really simple and basic you put together that day. Even when he’s constantly praising you, Dazai never seems to offer anyone to try a piece of what you’ve made so they can share the same experience that he gets whenever he tastes your delightful cooking. Dazai finds that sacrificing even the smallest bite pains his heart since he knows that you worked so hard to make this for him.
Dazai makes you stay with him during lunch time and shares the food that you made for him with you if you didn’t bring one for yourself, and he’d have this pleasant bright smile plastered on his face the entire time he’s enjoying your food and lets out a satisfied hum after each bite. He also mumbles things like “yummy~” or “mmm, so good” and takes turn feeding you and himself until there isn’t a single grain of rice left in the bowl.
You are the philanthropist, humanitarian, socially conscious, and are deeply concerned about the state of the world. You have great compassion and idealism. You are a utopian, and will spend your life trying to realize some aspect of your utopian dream, sacrificing money, time, and energy for a better world. It is in giving that you will find much satisfaction.
You have a broad outlook on life. You tend to see the big picture, rather than the minute details. You naturally attract people from all walks of life who can fit into your larger plans and take over the areas you find uninteresting. The person with a 9 Life Path is rarely prejudiced or accepts social biases of people. Instead, they evaluate people on the basis of what they can do for the larger cause.
They are the true egalitarian. You are imaginative and creative, especially at harmoniously arranging the beauty already potential in the environment. These abilities can lead you into such fields as interior decorating, landscape art, and photography. But because of your strong social consciousness, you can be an effective politician, lawyer, judge, minister, teacher, healer, and environmentalist. Vocations that require self- sacrifice and have a clear social impact are common among 9s.
You are often disappointed by the realities of life: the shortcomings of others, or of yourself. Somehow, you don’t want to accept the imperfections of the world, a feeling that drives you constantly to try to improve upon it. But rather than be satisfied with your efforts, and those of others, you relentlessly push on, striving for greater accomplishments. You are often unsatisfied with the results. In short, you lack the perspective that would otherwise make it possible for you to enjoy life more fully, and accept its natural limitations.
You have a controlled enthusiasm and the ability to finish what you start. A key to your personality is the necessity of sacrifice. You have to learn to let go of material possessions and relationships, the inherent lesson being that holding on too tightly to anything causes pain. Money comes to you through mysterious or unexpected ways: inheritance; the benevolence of someone who was inspired by your work; or a lucky investment.
Conversely, if you pursue money for its own sake, after giving up on your larger dreams, you’re likely to find yourself empty handed. The most successful and satisfying road for a nine is giving, sharing, and sacrificing for a larger goal without expecting anything in return. Your greatest chance at success is to tie your personal fortunes to an endeavor that makes the world a better place for others. Very often, this turns into a highly successful and lucrative enterprise, providing amply for you and your family. Your life rests on the axiom that the more you give, the bigger your reward.
You are romantic, but your love is more impersonal. You tend to be focused on your dreams. When you are not in harmony with your true nature, you can fall to moodiness, or become aloof, and withdrawn. You can become timid, uncertain, and ungrateful, putting the blame for your troubles on others or the world. You have a gift for examining your life objectively, and at some distance. Be honest with yourself. By openly facing your shortcomings, as well as your strengths, you develop equilibrium. You are thus able to love and better understand yourself and all of life.
4 cups water 2 lemons 2 cups of frozen berry medley (strawberry, raspberry, blackberry and blueberry or your choice) 2 silicone ice cube trays :GET START
Lemon and Berry Fruit Infused Ice Cubes Save
Use a vegetable peeler to remove the rind of one lemon. Try to only get the bright yellow part and not the white. Bring lemon peel and water to a boil in a medium saucepan. Set aside to cool.
Slice the other lemon thinly into rings, then into 8 triangles like when cutting a pie.
Add berries and lemon triangles to the ice cube trays. Get creative and artistic, arranging the fruit so that it’s most colorful on the outside. Fill the trays ¼ through, then place in the freezer for 1 hour. This will ensure that the fruit does not float to the top.
Remove the Lemon and Berry Fruit Infused Ice Cubes tray from the freezer and fill to the top with water. Place the tray back into the freezer until the cubes frozen all the way through. You can move the cubes to a freezer bag and start over if you are throwing a large party.
Store in the freezer until you are ready to use. The cubes will keep for up to 2 weeks.
“so I was bored & decided to go through my Dad’s phone camera roll. To my surprise/dismay, there were quite a few selfies but I found this picture of me & @daltonrapattoni at his house back in Texas. To think that tomorrow he’s going to perform for the finals of American Idol just confirms what I’ve known for a long time: this guy is one of a kind. seriously, who else that would sing Phantom of the Opera with an acoustic guitar & make It’s Gonna Be Me a love ballad?
Time and time again the judges & audience alike have praised him for "Daltonizing” songs, which he has done masterfully, but there’s so much more to that than creative song arrangements. “Daltonizing” a song is seeing someone who performs like it’ll be their last time on a stage & who sings lyrics like it’s their therapy. whether he wins or not, you all are the real winners because you got to witness the start of a very special artist. I have as much idea as you all do what he’s going to do next musically but I have no doubt it’s going to be epic.
Dalton, I honestly couldn’t be more proud of you. I can’t wait to watch you in the audience tomorrow & especially can’t wait for you to answer your phone again when all the Idol craziness dies down. here’s to more music, more laughs, as well as more of actually seeing you in LA because if you don’t move out here we have a problem. congratulations on everything 😃