look at this hair that it's beautiful then ever

For my young trans people

⚡ you’re not too young to know who you are and what you want.

⚡ Not being allowed or able to transition yet doesn’t make you less valid in your gender identity.

⚡You’re parents are not always going to be making decisions for you. You will be free of them one day; be strong.

⚡ Don’t be afraid to reach out to older trans people. They’ve been where you are and done what you’re doing.

⚡ Young men: you look incredibly handsome, everyday. Remember, that masculinity doesn’t equal manhood. Wear a dress, do your makeup and/or your nails. I’m so proud of you.

⚡ Young ladies: you are absolutely beautiful, period. No exceptions. Remember, femininity doesn’t equate to womanhood. Never be ashamed of your deeper voice or body hair. I’m so proud of you.

⚡ The world’s view is changing, more rapidly now than it ever has before. Let that encourage you. It’s hard right now, I know. But it is going to keep getting better. Take courage.

minghao is GORGEOUS. he has surpassed all possible levels of beauty at this point. just when you thought his looks have reached its peak BOOM he switches that hair up on you, throws on some eyeliner, and takes another iconic selfie to let you know he’s got more tricks up his sleeve. I’m terrified. what’s he gonna do next? he’s already a top visual out of basically every idol group ever. you think I’m exaggerating? I’m not. he’s just too attractive. Its honestly infuriating now,, I don’t know what else to do except get physically angry whenever I see his perfect face. fucking angel faced piece of shit. how dare he.


robert sugden’s hair appreciation (7/?)

↳ 25th february 2016


Fandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary: Y/N wakes up in her boyfriend’s arms and the day begins as it always does, sneaking out of his room, until Tony notices lovebites on shy, quiet Y/N’s neck.

Words: 2,300+

Paring/Characters: SteveRogersxReader, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Bucky, Sam

Warning: Implied smutt, fluff

Author’s Note: I was rewatching Ultron and this trash sorta happened. And since I’ve been gone for a while, I’ll be posting some other new stuff this week too.

You lazily blinked your eyes, still swimming between sleep and wakefulness with Steve’s strong arms wrapped around you and his toned body pressed against your small form. He groaned quietly, clearly awake but not wanting to be as he held you tighter. You smiled, snuggling further into his chest, letting his warmth and his touch consume you fully.

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the-angry-walnut-fairy  asked:



  • otabek fresh out of an amicable divorce (OR THE OTHER PARENT DIES,,, ITS CLICHE BUT DAMN IF I AINT THE BIGGEST HO FOR IT)
  • has a lil 5 year old daughter (i personally like the name zarina for her) who takes ballet lessons and is super shy, its incredibly difficult for her to open up to ANYONE
  • but he takes her to a playground once and when he looks up from like his book or smth he sees her talking amicably with another lil girl, creating sandcastles and playing with their dolls
  • and watching over them is the single most beautiful man otabek has ever laid eyes on
  • his hair in a braided ponytail and flawless skin and wearing the most ridiculous leopard print sweater and his frown is super cute as he types angrily on his phone and wow
  • he decides to go talk to him bc fuck it, hes the guardian of zarina’s first friend and hes really fucking cute
  • his name is yuri, he learns, and hes zarina’s ballet instructor
  • the child he’s with, mieko, is the daughter of a married couple he is close to (viktor and yuuri)
  • (he scowls as he says viktor and yuuris names but has the fondest smile when he brings up mieko and otabek is d y i n g)
  • they stay until evening and decide to get dinner together bc mieko and zarina dont want to separate yet
  • at the end of the night he has yuri’s number and the decision to bring zarina to her lessons earlier so he can talk to him
  • they start talking everyday and he sees yuri perform once and dIEs and on zarina’s birthday he gives him a giant cat plushie and ho my gahd
  • he finally gets the courage to ask yuri out a year later and all yuri says is “jesus fuck, finally.”

I am really curious about the kind of concept nct dream is gonna comeback with

Sweet Creature // Harry Styles One Shot

A one shot based off of this wonderful edit of Sweet Creature – https://angstarella.tumblr.com/post/166172463020/irinagudronchik-this-is-literally-the

I sighed deeply as I put the car into park on the driveway; shutting off the ignition as my exhaustion began to set in. What was meant to be a three hour meeting turned into an all-day fiasco. The sun had been setting for a while; the horizon of pastel purples and oranges quickly darkened as I neared home.

And I had missed dinner with Harry.

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Columbiners be like

*picture of Dylan’s hand*

Yall: OHH MY GOSSHH, so hot, omg, how can his hands be so hot ??? Never seen anything so attractive in my life?? Look at that N A I L

*picture of Eric’s toe*

Yall: OML WHAT IS THIS ? I want to suck his toe so bad omg. I’d rate that toe 420/10. Like, Eric got so beautiful toes?? Like, his toes were special?? No boy ever has had toes like that? HIS TOES JUST ASKED ME OUT OMG

*picture of a single Eric’s hair*

Yall: AJAHSKDKDHDJD IM CUMMING, IM LIKE SO WET RIGHT NOW????!!! What is this?? Pornhub?? OMG N S F W. My kink!!!! ID LET THAT HAIR TOUCH MY BOOBS ANY TIME, daddy hair omggggg *licks the screen*

princess emoji rating

shading is all over the place. gradient is abused. her hair, skin, and tiara are all the same color. a disgusting mess. 3/10 step up your game apple

very nice! simplistic yet beautiful at the same time. is probably a great ruler. needs to spice up her hairstyle though. 8/10 a lovely lady indeed

a nice start. not even the thick outline can beat its beauty. could almost beat google in the rankings if it weren’t for the lazily line-tooled tiara. 7.5/10 don’t give up on your dreams

!!! magnifique!! beautiful!!! look at her brilliant tiara!! her fabulous locks!! her confidence!!! this woman will be the greatest ruler her kingdom will ever have!!!!! 10/10 a sassy and bold maiden

eugh. disgusting. her nose looks like a malformed egg. her “hair” is far too shiny to be considered real. her bedroom eyes make her look so unprofessional. she tries too hard to be google, without understanding what makes google so great. 4/10 not loving her at first sight

hmm. she seems like a chipper fellow but she needs to clean up her look. her hair is messy and covers her lovely eyes. her lipstick is far too excessive to kiss a toad. and please help her get that paper crown off her head!! 5/10 i like her hair color though

a bold, beautiful girl!! so confident she doesn’t even need to wear makeup!! she looks ready for the royal dance! her prince will surely come soon! 10/10 the belle of the ball

this lady looks like the stereotypical “evil prom queen” in those crappy high school dramas. she looks like a bitch. although i’m not gonna lie she does have a sense of elegance to her. 5.8/10 straight out of mean girls

she has so much potential. and yet she has a long way to go. her lines are too simple, and don’t quite capture the sense of beauty that google has. although i’m sure if she tries she can be as great as facebook and samsung. don’t give up on your dreams, twitter! 5/10 her tiara is nice i guess

hmm, i don’t know. she looks more like a queen than a princess. she seems like she was once a fair lady, but has lost that youth and charm in her face. 6/10 is twitter her daughter?

i’m sorry but this is a disgrace. her eyes are far too large. even an anime character would reject her. her lips are larger than htc’s. why are her ears as high up on her face as her eyes. her hair looks like a cloth. what is this mess. 4/10 i love the tiara though

did you even fucking try? her crown is lopsided, her eyes are emotionless, and she just looks like a chinese bootleg. 1/10 emojidex disappoints again

anonymous asked:

"Felicity" was a freaking ad-lib. How dead are you Matty?

Combined with the fact that the 1x03 script was basically flipped on its head by Stephen and Emily, improvised to give us that perfect first meeting we adore so much… and then this

Suffice it to say I’m very, very dead. (So dead that I’m urging you to join me in my graveyard.)

Because it just reinforces what we’ve always known :

No one ships Olicity like Amell ships Olicity 

And the two of them have improvised on the script to give us some of our most squeal-worthy Olicity moments.

Stephen and Emily - Destroying the Olicity Fandom, One Ad-Lib at a Time : A Saga

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Suicune sprite critique

Gold/Silver: Classic. Beautiful. 11/10

Crystal: Classic, beautiful, AND animated. 11/10

Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald: We’re in 32-bit now, and Suicune unsurprisingly looks fabulous in higher quality. 11/10

Diamond/Pearl/Platinum: It’s running away. This upsets me. 10.5/10

HeartGold/SoulSilver: The new color palette suits it very nicely. Gorgeous and good. 11/10

Black/White: It bounces threateningly, and yet still manages to look graceful while doing so. What a talented fellow. 11/10

XY/ORAS/SuMo: Suicune in 3D! More realistic than ever before! I still can’t reach into my screen and pet its hair physically, but Pokémon Refresh and Pokémon Amie are close. 11/10


Crystal (shiny): A gorgeusg. Gorgest. A beatiful pictjre. A beatiful pictjfe. A beautiful picture ,. A beatifjl. A beautiful picture of a beautiful pokémon! Lo

Same Level - Tom Holland Imagine

Request: Anonymous: I have a request, can u do a imagine, a tom holland one where ur the same height as tom and u are insecure about it but he tells u about how he love it. And if u could could u maybe use my name ( payton ) if u don’t use y/n. Thanks you and btw ur imaging are fucking amazing I love them

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of insecurity, smutty joke

Word Count: 1,024

A/N: Hope you liked it Payton! : )


Being in a relationship with Tom was the best thing in the world. He loved you more than ever. He loved every flaw you had, even though you hated your flaws, he loved how true you were. Tom saw you as a perfect beautiful girlfriend. You loved everything about him as well. You loved how he could make you smile, how his career never got in the way between you two, and how much he cared for everyone and everything. You loved the man with all your heart, but the one thing you weren’t to keen on was the fact that the both of you were the exact same height.

“Payton come on were going to be late” Tom knocked against the bathroom door.

“I’m almost finished!” You applied lipstick to your lips and gave your self a once over in the mirror. You swung the door open to reveal a very sexy looking Tom in his suit.

“Hey handsome” You flirted.

“Hey gorgeous” He placed a hand on your waist and pecked your cherry red lips.

“You ready?”

“Yeah just let me grab my shoes” You scurried off to your shared bedroom and searched for your black 5 inch Louboutin heels.

You never were really fond of heels, especially when you were standing next to Tom. You towered over him a little when you wore shoes like these. Then again you couldn’t just wear regular shoes with a designer dress, you’re stylist would kill you. So you had no choice, but to wear the darn things.

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Best of Wives & Best of Women Part 2

 Lin-Manuel x Reader

Part two requested by @whovianwriter  (part one here)

words: 3,006 holy crap im so sorry

warnings: a few swear words

a/n: yOU GUYS. 100+ followers, thank you so much, I love you ALL! In honor of you guys and @whovianwriter and her request, here is Best of Wives & Best of Women part two. Hope you all like it :) So sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting, I did my best sticking to your request! Don’t hate me! 

 (I don’t own any of the music lyrics mentioned here, all lyrics belong to the one and only!)

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The Maze Runner Preference: Tour

Tag List: @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester, @trumpetsaretheworst, @outsidersimagines57, @lucifer-in-leather, @nea90sweetie

Originally posted by newt-parker

(Y/n) felt a weight on her back and looked back to see a boy with dark hair sitting on top of her. He stood up and pulled her up as well. She stepped away from the boy who looked worried. 
“I’m Thomas… What’s your name? If you remember”
“Its nice to meet you (Y/n). Welcome to the Glade”
“Umm… Thomas, what’s in there?”
“That’s the maze. Don’t ever go in there. Its very very dangerous”
“Would you like me to show you around?”
“Yes please…”
Thomas and (Y/n) walked around the Glade talking. (Y/n) learned a lot about Thomas. He was caring and brave. She admired his strength even with the current situation. Thomas spoke about his friends, Newt, Chuck, and Minho. He also talked about Alby. To (Y/n) it seemed like Thomas thought highly of Alby, but everyone probably did considering he was the leader. 
“Um… Where am I going to sleep?”
“I guess near me and Chuck”
(Y/n) and Thomas walked around some more. They enjoyed each other’s company. When it was time they got dinner together. They sat with Chuck, Newt, and Minho. (Y/n) became friends with them quickly. Thomas knew then that (Y/n) was going to be special.

When (Y/n) realized what happened, she was on her back. She realized that who ever had tackled her had come from inside the gap in the wall she was running towards. The weight lifted off of her and (Y/n) was able to breath again. She saw the boy named Newt jog over. He was slow because of a limp he had.
“Hey Minho, back from the maze?”
“Yeah, is this the greenie?”
“What’s your name?”
“Why were you going into the maze?”
“I felt overwhelmed by how many people were crowding me over there so I thought if I went in there I wouldn’t get bothered.”
“You wouldn’t get bothered… But you can’t go in there…”
“It is very dangerous”
(Y/n) didn’t ask any more questions thinking she would annoy the boy. She looked down feeling all her emotions crash down on her. She started shaking, but successfully held back the tears. She felt a hand on her shoulder but didn’t look up. She didn’t want either of the two boys to see her on the verge of tears. A hand gently tilted her face up. She was face to face with the boy named Minho as Newt called him. She averted her eyes and looked everywhere but at him.
“You can cry if you want. It won’t make either of us think any less of you. Its okay to cry”
“Its not okay… I’ll get over it soon”
Minho and Newt just stared at (Y/n). Minho let go of (Y/n)’s chin. He looked at the girl in front of him with curious eyes. She was a very beautiful girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. The more Minho looked at her the more intrigued he became. He decided he wanted to spend some more time with her to figure out who she was.
“I’ll give you the tour if you want”
(Y/n) hated how she stuttered. She didn’t want to seem weak in his eyes. Minho thought that her stuttering was cute. It didn’t quite match how strong she was on the inside but it showed that she was afraid. That was a start on getting to know her. They walked around and talked about the jobs. Minho explained every job and described how he was a runner and what he did. The whole time Minho talked (Y/n) just listened quietly and asking questions when she had them. Minho seemed quite happy to be around her and didn’t seem like he was going to get annoyed with her. So she asked the question that had been on her mind,
“Where am I going to sleep? Do I have to sleep out here by all of these guys?”
“I’m not sure where you are going to sleep… We can go ask Alby, I don’t think that he will want you to sleep out here with all these guys… He will probably want you protected”
“Oh… Can we go ask him?”
Minho and (Y/n) walked around trying to find Alby. When they found him Minho immediately asked,
“Um… Alby, where is (Y/n) going to sleep? I don’t think it is a good idea if she sleeps out here with all of the other guys…”
“I don’t think it is a good idea either… Well… I guess it would be okay if she had a protector… I don’t know who would want to do that and it would have to be somebody who wouldn’t be inappropriate with her”
“I’ll do it Alby”
“I don’t think that is a good idea Minho… You are in the maze all day… Maybe Newt would be a better choice”
“I can stay with her at night and he can watch her while I’m in the maze, I think she trusts Newt… Do you (Y/n)?”
“I don’t know… I don’t know him very well… Do you trust him Minho?”
“Then I guess I can trust him as well”
“Then its decided, Minho you take care of her after you get back from the maze and Newt will take care of her while you are in the maze”
“(Y/n) did you have a question?”
“No… I was just thinking you should probably tell Newt about it”
“I will”
Minho and (Y/n) got their dinner and sat with their backs against a tree stump. They ate in a comfortable silence and watched the others mess around with each other. The doors started to close. (Y/n) whimpered. Minho had explained that the maze doors would close but she didn’t expect it to be that loud. Minho heard her whimper and put an arm around her shoulder trying to calm her down. She calmed down quickly and Minho removed his arm form her shoulders. They continued eating.  After they finished (Y/n) looked at Minho.
“Um… Where am I going to sleep?”
“Well… I can set up a hammock next to mine so that I can keep an eye on you”
“Come on, I’ll show you where it is”
They walked over to Minho’s hammock. (Y/n) looked at him. Minho smiled and started setting up (Y/n)’s hammock. When he had it set up he laid down on it to make sure it wouldn’t fall when (Y/n) was on it. Nothing bad happened so Minho got up and motioned for (Y/n) to lie down. She laid down on the hammock and smiled at Minho.
“Thank you”
“No problem. You should get some sleep. After all it was a very overwhelming day for you”
“Yeah… Good night Minho”
“Good night (Y/n)”
(Y/n) closed her eyes and was asleep within seconds. Minho smiled at the girl in front of him. He knew that it was going to be entertaining keeping an eye on her. 

(Y/n) hit the ground hard. All of the air in her body was knocked out. She felt a weight on her. Whoever it was, was very heavy and (Y/n) was having an even harder time breathing. She started to panic.
“Please get off of me!!”
She didn’t try to keep the panic and desperation out of her voice.
“Oh, sorry”
The weight was removed and the boy pulled her up. (Y/n) got her breathing under control.They boy was looking at her, concern laced his features. (Y/n) started shaking like a leaf. She was trying to hold back her tears.
“Its okay, you can let it out”
(Y/n) broke down and started crying. The boy stood there with a strange look on his face. He had no idea how to help in the situation. He had never dealt with a girl before. He had no idea how to calm her down. He just held his arms out to her. She walked into them and laid her head on his chest. He rubbed her back soothingly. He felt her tears soaking his shirt. He felt bad for the poor girl, she was in a totally new place, and she probably couldn’t remember anything. She was lucky to even remember her name at this point. He had heard her say it when she was in the box. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair and beautiful (e/c) eyes. He kept trying to calm the small girl in his arms down. He was a little awkward about it but he guessed that it was helping because her sobs were slowing down and her shaking had almost stopped. When she had finished crying she pulled out of his arms and looked at him. He felt the need to introduce himself so he did.
“I’m Gally”
“Sorry bout that, I can’t let you go in there.”
“Why not?”
“Its very dangerous in there”
(Y/n) didn’t question it anymore. She saw the rest of the boys running over. She whimpered and scooted away from them. Gally noticed and stepped in front of her in a protective manner. Then he yelled out to the other boys.
“Don’t come any closer!”
They all jerked to a stop. (Y/n) noticed that they all seemed afraid of Gally. She wondered why. But at the same time she figured that she would find out soon why everyone was afraid of him. Gally also seemed like he was in a somewhat higher position. Like he was a leader of sorts. The boys looked at Gally confused.
“The reason she ran is because she felt boxed in by you! You need to give her some space! She just got here for goodness sake!”
All of the boys looked at Gally then nodded and started to walk away. (Y/n) heard one boy say,
“I think Gally is going soft”
She chuckled at that. Gally turned to her and smiled.
“I guess that I’m in charge of showing you around.”
“Okay. Thanks”
Gally and (Y/n) were walking around the Glade. Gally was explaining to (Y/n) how everything worked in the Glade. Who did what job, what the jobs were, so on and so fourth. By the end of the day (Y/n) had a grasp on what  was going on and how everything worked. But when the doors started closing for the night (Y/n) still was startled. She didn’t think that they were going to be that loud. Gally seemed to notice and put his arm around her in attempt to calm her down. She looked at him and smiled. Gally smiled back, he realized that he was going soft. What was this girl doing to him?

(Y/n) looked up to see the boy who helped her out of the box straddling her. He got up quickly and held out his hand for her to take. She looked at his hand before taking it. He studied her, she had (h/l) (h/c) hair and beautiful (e/c) eyes. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. (Not to mention the only one that he could remember anyway). She looked at him as well. She noticed that he was very cute. (Y/n) looked down as her emotions crashed down on her. She sunk to her knees and put her hands up to cover her face. Newt looked down at the girl who was now crying and knelt down and pulled her into a hug. He felt her move her hands to grab his shirt. He was rubbing her back and whispering in her ear. Her tears were soaking his shirt but he didn’t care. (Y/n)’s sobs died down. She looked up at Newt.
“Thanks… Sorry I’ve caused you trouble haven’t I?”
“Its okay" 
Newt pulled (Y/n) up and he guided her back by Alby and Gally. They cast concerned glances at Newt but he paid them no attention. He just waited for them to talk to (Y/n). Instead he was instructed to explain the current situation and show her around.
"Newt since you have bonded with (Y/n) a little bit, why don’t you take her around the Glade”
“Okay. (Y/n) come with me”
(Y/n) started to follow Newt. She saw him limping. She wondered if he had done something to it while he was chasing her. If that was the case (Y/n) felt guilty for it. Newt showed (Y/n) around the Glade, explaining the jobs. He also told her what he did and who the leaders were. Newt saw that (Y/n) had become more comfortable, and started telling her about the maze. She took the news pretty well. She didn’t freak out like some of the other guys that had come up in the box. (Y/n) was stronger than some of the boys, maybe not physically but mentally. She wondered where she was going to sleep. She hoped that she wouldn’t have to sleep near all of the other guys in the Glade. She wasn’t quite comfortable with anyone other than Newt. She figured Alby was somebody she could trust according to Newt, she thought she could trust Newt’s judgement.
“Hey Newt?”
“Um… Where am I going to sleep?”
“Well… If you are comfortable with it you could sleep near me so that nobody tries anything funny”
“Okay. That would be great if its okay with you”
“Its perfectly fine with me”
“Okay. Thank you”
“Its no problem”
Newt and (Y/n) went to go eat dinner. Newt introduced (Y/n) to Thomas, Minho, and Chuck. (Y/n) and Chuck became friends quickly. They had the same friendly personality. Thomas and Minho were both shocked to see that the greenie was a girl but accepted it quickly. (Y/n) knew that she would be okay at the Glade.

Say You Won’t Let Go

Song from Rowan’s perspective about meeting Aelin. Falling in love with her, and their life post-TOG Intertwined with Lyrics to Say You Won’t Let Go. Hope y’all love it!!

–Say You Won’t Let Go–  

Songwriter credit: Neil Richard Ormandy / James Arthur / Steve Solomon

I met you in the dark, you lit me up
You made me feel as though I was enough

Rowan had been a broken male when he met Aelin. His wife and unborn child had been murdered, and in that vacuum of despair, he had sworn the rest of his life away in the service of Maeve. He had given up on everything and resigned himself to be used as a tool for destruction. What was the point in hoping for anything better?
But then, he had met Aelin. She had been as lost and broken as he had. Rowan was assigned to train her by Maeve. Maeve had known that he and Aelin were mates. No doubt she had received sick pleasure in dangling them in front of each other.

Slowly, over time, they came to trust each other. Trust turned to friendship, friendship turned to love.



We danced the night away, we drank too much
I held your hair back when
You were throwing up

Then you smiled over your shoulder
For a minute, I was stone-cold sober


The night of Aelin’s first burnout during Beltane, Rowan had been observing Aelin’s power to hold the flames steady. There was dancing, drinking, revelry, going on all around them. Rowan had found himself so attracted to Aelin that night that he barely noticed any of it. Until the strong woman he had been admiring and coaching became bewitched by the flames and the music. Her body and her power were no longer her own. He had lost her.

Instructed by the healers, he continuously cooled her off, over and over again. He placed freezing cold rags on her head to try and bring her back from the Hell that she had created inside her own body. He gently asked her questions each time he dispensed new rags and then had gone to fetch a tonic.

When Rowan returned he saw her back. More specifically, he had seen the scars on her back where her flesh had been torn from her young body. The shock and anger at seeing those healed wounds hit him like a physical blow. He had gaped. Rowan, who had killed hundreds of men, seen vicious wounds on the battlefield, found himself speechless.  

I pulled you closer to my chest
And you asked me to stay over
I said, I already told ya
I think that you should get some rest


Rowan had flown for hours after that. He was so angry at the nameless, faceless guards of Endovier. And at Maeve. And more than the rest, angry at himself for not being more approachable so she could have felt safe telling him. He had to do something. That woman deserved better in this world. And he could treat her better.  

He returned to Mistward, scooped her up, and took her into his own room. Into his own bed. No ulterior motives. He wanted her to feel safe. He wanted her to know that he cared about the terrible things that had been done to her and that she had almost died earlier that night. He needed her to know that she mattered to him.

She stretched out her hand towards his; he was at the edge of the bed, showing that he was a gentlemale. She told him her entire story, finally stopping as she was nodding off. He held her hand the whole night.

I knew I loved you then
But you’d never know
‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

Aelin had bargained for Rowan’s freedom. He could never have even hoped for a gift such as the one she had given him. He had never hoped for freedom. He had never hoped to love again. Yet here he was. He had fallen in love with Aelin.  He swore a blood oath to her immediately for her protection. And because a primal part of him wanted to always be needed by her. Even if she didn’t feel the same as him; even if he could never be the kind of male a queen deserved, he could still be useful to her in other ways.

And just like that, she was on a boat back to Adarlan. And she was not letting him go along. And it hurt so very badly. But he respected her and her wishes. He would repair Mistward and await word from her.

I know I needed you
But I never showed
But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go


They were married in a small ceremony on a boat later that year in the middle of the War. Only Aedion and Lysandra and the ship’s captain had been present. Two days later Maeve had kidnapped Aelin, thrown her in an iron coffin, with chains and a mask to contain her power.
Rowan had found her, his old cadre had risen up against Maeve. Aelin had died to fulfill the prophecy of the gods. Rowan gave up his immortality in exchange for Aelin to come back. It had been an easy choice. What would life be like without his Fireheart? It would be hell.  

I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed
I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head
And I’ll take the kids to school
Wave them goodbye



Rowan and Aelin did not know if they would ever be blessed with children. They knew that due to both of them having fae heritage, the odds would not be in their favor. Additionally, the terms of Rowan’s bargain were nebulous, as deals with gods always are; while he and Aelin were no longer immortal, they also had no way of knowing if they would have short, normal, or longer lifespans.

After five years of making love whenever they felt like it, they were delighted to find out that Aelin was with child.  Rowan was excited yet so scared. When Aelin birthed their daughter, Nehemia, Rowan cried tears of joy. Aelin was exhausted but had never been so happy. She felt proud that after so many years of taking lives and destroying, she had created something so innocent and precious.

Rowan scooped up the tiny, chubby cheeked babe, brought it up to his chest, and breathed in her scent. He and Aelin had created this perfect new life. Gods his life had changed so much in the past 7 years.

7 years later Nehemia was a wonderful older sister to 3 year old Gavin. Rowan couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had now been blessed three times over by his wife and their children. He often thanked Mara for her protection and blessings, even though the gods had left when Erawan had been banished.  He never thought he would have the opportunity to wake up to his children laughing. To his wife’s beautiful body draped over him in the morning.

And I’ll thank my lucky stars for that night

When you looked over your shoulder
For a minute, I forget that I’m older
I wanna dance with you right now


Rowan and Aelin were at a ball celebrating the birth of a new princess in Eyllwe.  He approached Aelin from behind, her scent filling his nostrils. He nuzzled the crown of her head, “I love you, Fireheart”
Aelin reached back to bring Rowan’s arms around her torso.

“I love you buzzard” she arched her neck to the side and lifted her head to receive a kiss. Rowan obliged.

“May I have the next dance?” Rowan asked, pulling her close and kissing her delicate neck skin. “And the dance after that.” Another kiss. “And  after that, and I think you get the idea.” He twirled her around to face him.

Aelin tried to keep a straight face, tried to not let everyone see how much her mate had gotten her all worked up. At this rate they would need to excuse themselves to ‘freshen up.’ She pursed her lips together, and clicked her tongue. “Well, as you may know, as Queen, I don’t like to play favorites, but I’ll make an exception for you,” she winked at him, kissed him, and lead him out to the dance floor.

Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever
And I swear that everyday you’ll get better
You make me feel this way somehow

I’m so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold

Nehemia and Gavin were adults now. Nehemia had found love with a Prince from Briarcliff, while Gavin was studying healing and learning to control his water magic in Banjali.  Rowan and Aelin were beginning to age. Aelin would pause by the mirror on occasion, in disbelief that she now had 4 grey hairs and some fine lines. Rowan thought she had never looked more beautiful. She now possessed the kind of beauty that comes with age, with living . Fine lines forged in loving and crying and laughter. Lines created by days in the sun with their children and friends. Grey hairs from the privilege of growing older.  His mate didn’t always agree. “You’re biased! You’ve always had white hair so of course you don’t mind it!” Aelin shouted from the bathroom one night before bed. Rowan just chuckled. And when she came to bed that night, he worshipped her like he did when they were first together. He worshipped her from her toes all the way up to her grey hairs.

We’ve come so far my dear
Look how we’ve grown
And I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go


There was no denying it. The King and Queen of Terrasen were approaching the end of their lives. Gavin would be a fair and just ruler. Nehemia was a consort in her own court and as such, the right to rule had passed on to her brother.  

Rowan had slowly begun to shrink the past few years. The frailty of aged bones and a lifetime of being a warrior catching up with him.  He and Aelin would walk in the Orynth courtyard on days when they felt up to it. Gavin had secretly been installing more benches as his parents needed to rest more and more often.

One Spring morning, they sat down on one of these new benches to take a rest.

Rowan turned to Aelin, a clarity in his eyes that was no longer always present. “Aelin. Have I ever thanked you for saving my life?”

Aelin took her husband’s hands into her papery hands. She sat there for a moment trying to guess what he meant, trying to feel it with her soul, as they so often were able to communicate. She gleaned nothing. “You gave up your immortality for me and to save me from death.” She responded, her long grey hair blowing in the breeze.

Rowan’s voice was quiet, “I wasn’t living until I met you Aelin. I was existing. I was skin. I was bones. But I was not alive. Thank you for giving me two wonderful children and for giving me a lifetime of love.” He squeezed her hand, and moved in to kiss her on her cheek.

Tears slid down Aelin’s timeworn face. “Oh Rowan. You saved my life long before you saved me from Limbo. You saved me from that pit of self-pitying hell I was in back at Mistward. I say, we’re even.” Alin smiled, lifting up their joined hands and kissing Rowan’s.

“To whatever end?” Rowan asked.

“To whatever end” Aelin replied. More tears were building up in her eyes and she did not need to ask what he meant.

I wanna live with you
Even when we’re ghosts
‘Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

I’m gonna love you till
My lungs give out

Aelin was alive. And yet she was not.

The King of Terrasen, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, had passed away in his sleep the night before. The household woke to Aelin howling like an animal.

“Rowan!!!! Ro—–wan!!!!” wailed over and over again. Aelin was in the bed with him, lying next to him, shaking his body gently.  Even though she knew in her heart and soul he was going to die soon, even though she knew that he had been preparing for it, she still did not believe it. Her mate was dead. Her heart was breaking. It was broken. Her chest physically ached. She did not want to live without him again. She could not breathe, she did not want to breathe, she could not do th……..

I promise till death we part like in our vows
So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows
‘Cause now it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old

Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go

Just say you won’t let go
Oh, just say you won’t let go


And just like that, Aelin faded into the Afterworld. There was no pain. There was only warmth. And the smell of pine and snow.


“how do i look?” you asked, fixing your hair one last time. 

Faraday made a face at you. “do you really need my opinion?” he asked. you nodded. “Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. you’re probably the most beautiful woman i ever will see and its a shame you dont see yourself the way i do.”