look i have the crown to prove it

I don’t even know where to begin, if you had said to me last month I was going to meet Taylor Swift in October I would of called you crazy 😂 I just can’t believe this photo actually exists, I’m so grateful to have been invited to the secret session it was seriously the best night of my life and I will always cherish it 💛 I finally got to meet my idol, the person I have looked up to since 2008, she was exactly as I knew she would be, kind, humble, funny, generous, gorgeous and so much more 💖. She was so kind to me and instantly recognised me as soon as I walked through the door “Morgennnn I’m so glad you could make it” I will never forget those words, I never thought she actually knew who Is was but Taylor proved me wrong ☺️. She also told me she always associates me with the flower crown filter which I died when she told me as all my friends of hers call me “flower king” because of that 😂 I fell in love with her in 2008 and met her in 2017. Last month I was in a dark place, I had my first heartbreak I felt so lost and depressed for a long time but as soon as I received that message from Taylor Nation everything changed. Someone once told me that with every low comes a high and this is definitely that because I have never felt this happy in my life and will never stop thinking about it😊

Taylor thank you so much for inviting me into your home( which is beautiful btw) to hangout with you for a night and listen to Reputation early, which I am gonna say again is the best album you have created you have put your heart and soul into this album and just looked so happy when listening to it with us and just throughout the whole night, I’m just so happy for you ♥️ I cannot wait for everyone to hear Reputation and also can’t wait for you to win album of the year for the third time when the Grammys come around 😌 it’s gonna happen and I am so ready for it! And finally thank you so much for the friendships I have made from the Secret Sessions, I finally got to meet @ethereal-swiftness and @taylorsparklingswift who i had been friends with before the event, it was such a great surprise to see them and to freak out together throughout the whole night with 😄 Also I’m sorry for kinda freezing like a statue when meeting I was so awkward and just overwhelmed that all the thing I wanted to say to you I forgot to speak to you about and I didn’t even ask for a picture with just me and you which I kinda best myself up about as they were personal things I wanted to thank you for but I’m gonna make a post with all those things so please if it made by the fine you read this look on my blog for it it would mean so much to me if you knew.

Thank you so much again Taylor for everything. I love you so much Taylor it was truly enchanting to meet you, the memories of October 13 will stay with me forever, see you on tour!

Love from your Scottish Swiftie


Morgen 😘🌷🌺

Character analysis: Undertaker

-Undertaker is not only my favorite character from “Black butler”, but my all time favorite character. He’s interesting, funny and complex. There’s still much we don’t know about him, but I feel that his story will be very important to the plot, especially if it turns out that he was romantically involved with Claudia Phantomhive, Earl Phantomhive’s grandmother, which is one of the most famous headcanons about him.

-Undertaker is presented to us, at first, as someone who accepts laughter as payment. He knew many things about the underworld, and therefore worked for Earl Phantomhive. After that, we learn that Undertaker was part of ‘Evil Aristocrats,’ and that he used to work for Earl Vincent Phantomhive as well. He became a much important character when we learn that he was a Shinigami; that he was behind the bizarre dolls creation; and that he carries the hair of Claudia Phantomhive with himself, in one of his lockets.

-Undertaker seems like someone, who is nonjudgmental by nature. But that, on the other hand, he seems like someone, who has strong opinions, and that is not afraid of using razor sharp words.

He’s analytical, and tries to understand humans, while at the same time he is fascinated by them.

I think that this fascination is related to his human life. He committed suicide, and then became a Shinigami. We can easily assume that he did that out of guilt, but it’s highly possible that there were other causes, for example loss of someone he loved, or unrequited feelings for someone. Undertaker seems to bear lots of guilt, and that could come either from his former life as a human, or from his Shinigami life. It could be that a situation, which may or may not have led him to suicide, was also part of his life as a Shinigami, like Grelle. She still cannot realize her dream to become a biological female, even after death. Meaning that she will continue longing to be a female forever. “What was that impossible situation that led him to suicide?” is a question we still don’t know. No matter how much he smiled, and how carefree he may seem, his eyes are still sad. He carries the burden of sorrow, grief, and guilt within, wherever he goes.

-Undertaker always presents himself as a person, who loves jokes, and that is on the insane side. Even kids are scared of him, but

I don’t think that his real self is 100% like this. He may have a creepy,funny side, which he overshows, but he definitely hides other parts of personality. I believe that he is a lot more sensible than he seems to be. His nature seems to be creative, because of his style (I mean just look at all those piercings and the braid and the shoes!), but from what Yana Sensei said, he doesn’t wash his hair, that’s why his hair is sometimes gray and not white. (Oh God.) Anyway, that means that he doesn’t care that much about cleanliness, even in his shop. It’s highly likely that he suffers from depression, even after his death. He’s definitely lonely, but I believe that it’s extremely hard to get close to him. His trust might even be broken several times, and he might be already sick of the lies, even though ironically he also lies.

This isolation made him even further depressed. I think that Undertaker tries his hardest to find meaning and joy in life, even if that’s a little. Maybe, he regrets not enjoying his life to the fullest, when he was alive, and if the Claudia/Undertaker theory is true, it’s possible that Claudia made him love life.

-When it comes to the way, Undertaker took his own life, I have two theories. It’s possible that the words, that he said to Our Ciel, were a hint.

Although, it’s possible that he was talking about Claudia here. Just saying…Another theory, is that he drowned himself. As we can see from the silhouette.

-What about his scars? I think that it’s highly likely that he got them later, maybe after his retirement. As we can see from the artbooks, Undertaker didn’t have them back then.

There, we see that his death-scythe had the skeleton, but from his flashbacks, we don’t see it. What’s the history behind it? I hope it didn’t belong to someone. *smirks*

-His entire persona is enigmatic and mysterious, and makes us want to know more about him, and even like him. (I also like that he used to keep his hair tied up like this. It looks cute.) We don’t know his real name, and where he is from. (I don’t believe that he was named Adrian. That’s just a headcanon. But, who knows?)

Undertaker is surely cunning, and who knows what he has up in his sleeves. (Technically, we know what he has, but shh). We don’t know his plans, but they seem to be highly likely related with resurrecting the dead, for example Vincent Phantomhive.

They seem to have been good friends, at least, and I think that Vincent Phantomhive is exactly the kind of person, you’d see Undertaker hanging out with, cunning, clever, funny, and easy-going. Undertaker clearly misses him, and we have many proves of their friendship.

-I’m really looking forward to be learning more about him, and I think that’s highly likely that this is going to have part two or more. And, I have another thing to add. How is possible that he can be productive with those long nails? They are really long. Hahahaha.

~By Red Rose Crown.
~Photos by Yana Toboso.

WINTERVINE
by Lindsay Smith

I will rule for a thousand years, and none shall defy my reign.

I am the sole queen of these lands. Sole heir to the winter and the forests and the streams, sole arbiter of the echoing city streets of stone. So many would keep me from my throne, my true calling. But I have earned my place. I have shown them all what it means to rule.

It started with my sister. From my first hazy memories I remember her shadow weighing down on me, stifling my every move. “One day one of you must rule,” our father said to us, night after night when we gathered at his feet. “If it must be one of you, then I will be the one to choose.”

How could we learn to be sisters with such a decree? All I wanted was a friend, someone to look up to, someone to whisper to at night to keep the darkness away. But I learned quickly that that was only the surest path to her scorn. She saw me as weak, as foolish, as younger. I would reach out to her to pull me up and she would shove me right back down. I would show her my weakness and she would pry it open wide, ragged and bloody.

I didn’t realize the significance, at first, of what our father wanted us to become. Didn’t know what it meant to be queen, or why it was something worth fighting for. But as I learned from my sister, I learned to covet it, to hunger for it so fiercely that everything else tasted dried out and dull. She wanted to rule so that all would obey her. I wanted to rule so she could not.

The first time she tried to kill me, it was my nurse who gave it away. She woke me up in the dead of night and bundled me into a closet, told me not to make a noise no matter what followed. Then the guards came, swords drawn, visors lowered. They were only boys infatuated with my sister, but at the time everyone seemed impossibly old to me, unstoppably strong. I feared them, but I believed my nurse invincible too.

They taught me, quickly, how wrong I was.

After that, my father sent me to the country for a spell. Armed guards, a fleet of tutors, and an ailing count who watched over me with a gaze like sharpened knives. Sometimes the threats came in letters that the count would burn before he thought I could read them. Sometimes, It was assassins in the night.

Worst of all, though, were the long silences. The heaviness of her inaction dragging me to the bottom, drowning me. I never knew when the next assault would come for me.

Slowly, finally, I could wait no longer.

I found the woman in the country market, slender fingers grazing over her wares of pewter charms and crystals and bundled flowers. Her skin was smooth, her hair like silk, and when she looked my way, I saw the kiss of winter in her eyes.

“You look troubled,” she said, and the words wrapped around me like a soft breeze. “You look far too troubled for someone your age.”

I looked away then, ashamed to be so young. If I was older, if I was cleverer, I wouldn’t have to be sent away. I could prove myself worthy of the crown. I could beat my sister for good, beat her just enough that she’d never need attack me again. How foolish, that I thought winning once would be enough.

“Come closer.” She swept her hand over her goods. “Perhaps I might ease some of your pain.”

I started to meet with her every time I could sneak away from the count’s estate. It wasn’t often, but her lessons in the ways of magic filled me up with a sustenance I didn’t know I craved. I wanted to be her, to share her easy confidence and capability, to bend the world toward me with a subtle call the way she did. Her poultices cleared away blemishes and made water drinkable, but they also could boil blood, shatter bones, freeze a pond. She let me practice these skills as though they were interchangeable. She let me build on them, stringing them together like beads on a necklace, as I practiced on the woods beyond her hut.

The more power I gained, the more I sought. At long last, I understood the hunger in my sister’s belly. For now, I hungered too.

“You have a keen mind for magic,” she told me, when I worked something particularly cruel on a sparrow we found feasting on her garden. “A cruel mind. But I think a girl like you has to be cruel.”

“My sister is cruel. I just wish to survive.”

“Then I hope I’ve equipped you well,” she said. “Be like the wintervine. Feast on cold, on nothingness. For they have given you nothing. Use it to sprout your ice, your thorns.”

I looked at the wintervine where it flourished in the ice, and I felt its loneliness, its stubbornness, its scorn.

At long last I was of age, and my father sent for me once more. The time to choose was drawing near, but, he confided, in some ways he feared us both. His kingdom needed a decisive leader, yes, a sturdy leader, but compassion, too, he said, was called for. He did not see that he’d been the one to rob us of that. He didn’t see the dark seeds he’d planted in both our minds take hold.

My sister began her attempts anew, but this time, I was ready.

The first men she sent to kill me simply disappeared. They became nothing more than char burned into the cobbles of my bedroom floor. The next, though, I made sure she saw, their flayed corpses piled at the palace gates. Cruelty was my reflex, now, and each test made it stronger still.

“You cannot beat me,” she hissed, over a banquet table while our father entertained. “I deserve this. I will earn this.”

She cut her steak with a furious scrape of knife and fork. The noise grated at my soul. When was the last time she had shown kindness? It had been carved out of her, if it had ever been there at all.

Father wanted to make one of us a queen. He wanted someone compassionate. Maybe compassion was still in me; maybe not.

But it would never be in her.

As she swallowed, the lump of meat grew thorns. I could almost feel it myself as I directed it, as it swelled inside her throat, tore its way through her flesh. She gagged and choked, and I imagined she gagged and choked on all the hatred she’d let fester for years and years.

I wanted the coldness, the loneliness I felt to be visible to everyone. I wanted those thorns.

Frost sprouted from my fingertips and webbed across the banquet table. She scrabbled for a goblet of wine to try to wash the meat down, but everything turned cold. A guard stepped forward—but she deserved no kindness, no comfort. I never felt her embrace, so why should she feel the same? He withered, cold and empty, before he could reach her.

“What is the meaning of this?” my father cried. “Stop this at once!”

But the cold was radiant, alive now, warming me even as it drew warmth away from everything. The dark thorns in my sister’s throat flourished, drinking up the cold, and twined their way across the table to wrap around everyone’s limbs. My breath hung in the air before me as I stood, untouched, unsnared by the darkness and frost.

I had to beat her. I could not let her win.

And if I could feel no warmth, no freedom without her darkness over me, then neither could anyone.

I do not remember what came next, but it did not come for a long time. Icicles hung from the chandeliers; black thorns sprouted from the walls. All was still and glistening and cold. I walked through the hall like a phantom, soundless, for it was how I felt. But I was all that remained of my sister’s hatred. I was her greed given form.

And I will rule for a thousand years. With this cruelty beating inside me, my sister’s words, her greed, her anger—with the coldness she left inside me—I will rule for a thousand more.

anonymous asked:

Everyone seems to think that Hufflepuffs are the kinds of people to listen to Lana Del Rey and wear flower crowns, meanwhile me and most of my Hufflepuff friends are pretty into the rock/metal scene and dress to kill every day. I love how varied our house is, I just wish more people would put representation into the "reckless" looking Puffs to prove that ANYONE can have these lovely n sweet values/traits ! 💛

friendly reminder that nymphadora tonks aka the ultimate badass was a hufflepuff

Originally posted by secondhorcrux

Title: Coach Negan (Part 5.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Working Late

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
Summary:
Negan finds out where you work.
Word Count: 3,325
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: HUGE THANKS TO @brexja FOR BEING MY BETA!!! <3 This is just a filler. So, enjoy the smutty goodness… ;-)

(GIF Source: @jeffrey-daddy-morgan​)

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missyriver  asked:

Prompt #8 Holiday gala; slow dacing in a winter wonderland.

thanks for the prompt! I hope you don’t mind that I took this in a very modern fairytale (love at first dance Cinderella style and everything) AU route :D enjoy!

*check out the tag for my countdown here if you missed any of the previous days (and to read last year’s countdown fics)*


“Your highness?”

“Felicity!” Her mom nudged her shoulder. “Are you even paying attention?”

Looking up from her tablet she noticed the royal seamstress watching her expectantly.

“I’m sorry. What were you asking?”

The seamstress gestured to the two dresses she had on display. “I was wondering if you had made a decision on what dress you’d like to wear for the Winter Ball so that I can finish the alterations, Your Highness.”

“Oh. Ummm…”

“I like the red one,” her mom commented. “It’s a beautiful color on you….”

She was beyond caring. Her excitement for the annual ball had fled the country and abdicated the throne when she realized that this year the festivities were going to feel like an entire season of the Bachelorette crammed into one evening with potential suitors all trying to vie for her attention. With her ascension to the throne looming, the local eligible bachelors had started to turn into piranhas.

She shrugged, “Sure. Let’s go with the red.”

“Oooh does that mean I can wear the gold one?” Her best friend Iris swept into the room and flopped down onto her bed next to her.

“Knock yourself out.”

“Will there be time to alter it for me?” Iris asked the seamstress.

“Certainly, your grace,” she nodded, pulling out her measuring tape and gesturing for Iris to step forward.

“I know you’re not excited for this ball,” her mother began while the seamstress set to work pinning the gold gown around Iris’ figure. “But try to keep an open mind about the gentlemen who will be in attendance. No one is forcing you to marry any of them.”

“It certainly feels like it,” she muttered.

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Inner Circle / Feysand / Bowling AU

My first attempt at writing fanfic! I am not entirely sure what that is. Sorry if it has lots of mistakes, but English isn’t my first language and it’s 1am here and I’m too tired to proofread, but I really wanted to share this with you guys. I know it isn’t good, but I hope you like it.

I sighed, putting the brush away. I was exhausted from the nearly five hours that I spent on painting –and that’s only for today- but now, when I could finally look at my finished work… it was worth it. I planned to just stay at home for the rest of the day. It was Saturday and I had nothing better to do than watch some movies or perhaps read a book. But when my roommate entered the apartment, slamming the door behind her and smiling happily, I knew that that was not going to happen.

“You should’ve been ready!”, Mor said in a way of greeting.

I lifted a brow, looking at her. “And why exactly is that?”

“You will finally meet my family”, she stated.

I knew she didn’t meant her real family. Morrigan has never told me the whole story, but even knowing only parts of it, I knew she would never be so happy to see her blood family. No, she was referring to her cousin, his adopted brothers and Amren, who I was in my art class with. I had never talked to her though.

But have I even talked to anyone lately?

Not after what happened with Tamlin. Not after losing the only one I have ever loved and my best friend. Because no matter what happened, at the end no one chose me.

But I was fine with that.

Or at least I thought I was before meeting Mor three months ago.

“If you don’t want to…”, she started. I instantly shook my head, clearing my mind. I didn’t know what she had seen on my face to look so concerned, but I smiled to assure her that everything was fine.

If she was ready to give me that part of her, to meet the people she loves more than anything in the world… I would do it.

“So, what should I wear?”

A wicked smile appeared on her face before she disappeared in my room.


From what I knew about Mor, I never thought I would meet her friends this way. Maybe at a party, a club or a bar, somewhere with loud music and a dance floor. Not bowling.

I couldn’t say I didn’t like it though. Bowling was fun and normal. Not like the posh restaurants Tamlin brought me, where I couldn’t afford most of the menu. And luckily, it was something I was good at.

“If they say something inappropriate, feel free to punch them in the face. Rhysand won’t be happy if something happens to his beautiful face, but I’ll certainly enjoy it. Cassian will love you for it. Azriel will probably say nothing, but he’ll try not to laugh the whole time. Amren however… Try not to get on her bad side and everything’s going to be fine”.

I nodded, not sure what to say. Mor send me a warm, assuring smile before she stopped. I haven’t realized whe’d arrived until her glare moved to the big door in front of us. She returned her eyes to me then, as if to say You have nothing to worry about, they are not like him. I knew why she couldn’t say it out loud, but even so, I knew she meant every word. So I smiled in return and nodded towards the door.

“Let’s go.”

When we entered the building, before us stood a tiny, but somehow dangerous looking woman, what I assumed to be Amren. Next to her were standing three men. Two of them looked alike, one had his long dark hair tied in a bun, while the other held it short. They both had tan skin, hazel eyes and were utterly gorgeous. And the one between them, with his impossible violet eyes, midnight hair and the unbuttoned shirt that did nothing to hide the tattoos on his chest…  

He was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

“You should be Feyre” grinned the long-haired one. “I was ready to beat your ass in this game, but now I think I’d enjoy it anyway.”

Morrigan rolled her eyes, fighting a grin.

“That’s Cassian. The purring baby bat next to him is my cousin Rhys”, Rhys lifted a brow at the name, but decided to say nothing. “Then there is Azriel. He’s the only one of them that’s civilized enough to not be ashamed of him.” It didn’t really sound like a compliment, but a smirk fought his way to Azriel’s lips. “And Amren, the one who will either ignore you forever or kill you for less than a minute.”

I was about to chuckle at that, when I looked at Amren and immediately froze. She was beautiful. A tiny monster, I thought. But even though her hair was as dark as the space between the stars, not a line of silver in it, and everyone in the room was taller than her, the look in her silver eyes… It was ancient. Otherworldly.

“How about we start to play?”, Rhys said, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a shiver down my spine and found, that I couldn’t look away either. That I didn’t want to.

“Girls vs boys. Let us show you pricks how a queen wins her crown” Mor crossed her arms with a wicked smile. Oh, they were all doomed.

“Challenge accepted” Cassian said and went to pay for two lanes. He told are names to the guy working there and only a moment later, they appeared on two small screens. Mor was first from our team, Rhys from the other. Morrigan took a ball and threw it with an impressive grace and hit… nothing. We all saw the satisfied looks on the boys’ faces. Mor showed them a vulgar gesture, then turned on her heels, her golden hair flowing with the movement.

“Let’s see what you can do”, I said, still glaring at Rhys.

I take a ball and prepare myself to throw it, but not before I can see what will manage. He only smirks, before throwing the ball. Only two pins stayed at the end of the lane.

“Hm, not as bad as I thought you’ll be.” I finally take my eyes off of him. Now, I was ready to win. “Maybe it was just beginner’s luck”

I threw the ball and turned around, not looking at what I’ll do. I already knew what was going to happen, or at least hoped I knew.

“Good luck, Feyre darling”, he purred. “Are you sure you’ll be be-“

I heard the sound of the pins falling, then lifted a brow. Rhys looked behind me and his eyes widened with surprise. Not a second later, the iconic smirk returned to his face. I could hear Mor’s happy squeal from behind me and Azriel’s quiet words, but I didn’t really listen to anything except Rhys, when he looked at me with those violet eyes.

“There’s more to you than Mor has told us” he smiled softly.

“Like the fact that I can beat you all without even trying?”

He chuckled.

“Cassian won’t be happy when you prove it in a couple of minutes, you know. Don’t you feel just slightly sorry for him?”

I pretended to think for a moment.

“Losers have to learn how to accept things the way they are. Nobody can take a queen’s crown. Especially not when Mor is around”

After a moment of silence, Cassian shouted to Rhys to get his sorry ass to the lane and help them win the war against the mad women. He obeyed and I suddenly realized, it was my turn too.

The game went on. Mor got better with every throw. She was really into the game, maybe a little too much. Amren, however, got bored five minutes in, but continued playing, mostly because Mor promised to buy her a new necklace if they won this game.

At the end, the guys lost. It wasn’t a surprise for neither of them, but Cassian stated that he would never survive this humiliation without a drink. Azriel looked quietly at Mor and rose a brow in some unsaid question.

“I have to show you my winner dance!” she announced. “We’re going to Rita’s. You’re coming?”

Amren shook her head. “No, I have a book and Varian waiting for me”. And with that she left.

“I prefer to go home and rest” I said.

“Okay. See you later!”

Mor placed a hand on Azriel’s and Cassian’s shoulders and went out the building. I turned to face Rhys and was about to ask him what he was doing and why he didn’t follow his cousin and friends, when he interrupted my thoughts.

“Can I walk you home?” he asked. His violet eyes shone in the light.

“I’d love to”, I answered.
And this time, I wasn’t lying. This time, when all of the others left, it didn’t feel like there was a need for goodbye. It didn’t feel like the end of the day was the end of everything.

Maybe this time, I had found not only one friend, but four. I made a mental note to thank Mor later.

Because today, I felt like home.

The year is coming to a close and as I write this in the fading few days we have left  of 2017, I present one special post before it’s officially over. For today, let’s reminisce about some of the best parts of audio drama that have come out this year. Be it personal favorites or some memorable moments we can all still look back on with a smile, here is my top ten podcast moments of 2017. 

10. Radio Drama Riveting!

@radiodramarevival had some excellent interviews lined up this year from The Penumbra to Archive 81. A crowning episode early in the year was certainly with the always amazing and abstract @timescanner who proved to be as good as guest as you would expect…or maybe, not expect. He’s kinda weird. 

9. Amazing Art

This year we were positively spoiled by artwork provided from a variety of artistic talents out there. Be it @disasterscenario and her gorgeous covers for @thepenumbrapodcast or the variety of designs going into @officialjimrobbieandthewanderers or the creatively cryptic images put to use in @sablepodcast, I’m certain at least one of them has stuck out to you.

8. Made For TV

For the popular titles TANIS and The Bright Sessions came the exciting news that their shows would be developed into a TV series some time in the future. There’s plenty to anticipate from the news alone and though info is limited to this one article and the creators’ word for it, I certainly consider it a major highlight for the community as a whole. 

7. Podcast Premiers

Every year we get a share of new audio dramas to anticipate and 2017 was no different. This year we got the especially promising debuts of @whatsthefrequencypodcast @s2s-podcast and @girlinspacepodcast that have won us over in just a few early episodes. Let’s all hope to hear more from all of them in 2018.

6. Fresh Ink

While still on the topic of premiers, it’s only fair to talk about how the fashion magazine sci-fi comedy @inkwyrmpodcast that blew us all out of the water and into the solar system with a strong first season composed of excellent episode after excellent episode. I think it’s fair to say it will be setting even more trends next year. 

5. Positively Paradoxical

In late October, we were finally able to spend our precious time tuning back into @arsparadoxica, the amazing and sometimes trippy time traveling story that left us wanting more back in 2016. This also goes for the official premiere of @thefarmeridian made from some of the same smart people.

4. Aye, Aye A.I.! 

If there was anything that threw me for a loop this year it was the return of the podcast SAYER, the sci-fi horror darling of creator @adambash. Not only did it make excellent progress on their Kickstarter in record time, but gave SAYER the kind of continuation it truly deserved for its immersive world and equal parts fascinating and terrifying A..I. characters. If you weren’t tuning into the show back in 2015, you are majorly missing out. 

3. Space Survior Anthem

This was a good year of @wolf359radio for both fans and crew as the epic sci-fi comedy audio drama draws itself to a close and we’re left with one of the most well produced and well written podcasts in recent years to be wrapped into the  neat little bow it deserves. Not to mention speedy support for the Patreon that boosted just enough money to create more additional content such as Mission Mishaps shorts and the official Pryce and Carter’s Deep Space Survival Procedure and Protocol Manual. 

2. Sharing the Spotlight

This year was especially abundant with everyone in the audio drama pitching a hand to one another via their voices or writing talents. If there’s anything I’ve adored about the podcast scene is the sense of community and teamwork that goes into it and hearing the voices of @hadrongospelhour and the one and only @iamzachvalenti being generously sprinkled into different titles are the kinds of collaborations I hope to see more of. 

1. Help Wanted

Out of the few years I’ve been running this blog, 2017 is what really shined in the enormous amount of support that pours into the audio drama community. Be it through crowdfunding, iTunes reviews, or just spreading the word around the web, every little contribution counts and can make for amazing things. I’ve also noticed a rise in audio drama creators reaching out through casting calls and taking on writers and video editors from all corners of the web. A little teamwork can go a long way.


2017 went by so quickly, it’s almost hard to believe we could squeeze so much  into what seemed like so little time. It’s truly a pity I had to narrow everything down to ten things since my passion and drive from the podcast world is something that burns brightly no matter the date. 

Keep listening and keep your head high because 2018 will most definitely have you perking your ears.

love, the one and only audio romantic, PodCake

flightsnitch96  asked:

After this last episode with the making the 'batsuit' scene you should totally do a story about the first time Claire made some sort of costume for Bree

For the first time in my life, I cursed my juvenile disinterest in sewing. As a child, I’d mended clothes out of sheer necessity, the rigor of constant travel taking its toll on my shirts and trousers. I had cared little for skill back then, regarding the whole affair as a tedious chore that kept me from more important duties—namely, dusting off bones for Lamb.

As an adult, I was a surgeon, but even that seemed to do me no favors. Despite my professional expertise—how many wounds had I stitched with far sharper tools on far more delicate materials? —it seemed I still couldn’t manage a bloody Halloween costume. In previous years, I’d simply bought one or asked Millie, our neighbor, for a helping hand at the cost of a bottle of wine.

My break from tradition was inspired by a recent conversation, whereupon it was revealed—to the horror of several Betty Crocker types—I had no plans to slave over a Singer for the sake of my daughter’s trick-or-treating.

“Oh, but you must,” one woman had said.

“Your child would so appreciate it,” another had chimed in.

“She’ll be the only one whose mother didn’t make her costume.”

I’d rather thought Bree wouldn’t notice either way, she being the sort who’d drape a sheet over her head, stare through two circular cut-outs, and cry “Boo!” as if she were the most convincing ghost in the world. But the women’s scornful expressions had stayed with me, stirring up feelings I hadn’t felt since I’d arrived in America: a nagging self-consciousness; a desperate need to prove myself.

Bree was ecstatic when I informed her that I, not Millie, would be making her costume this Halloween, and what was it she’d like to be? Frank’s incessant prattling about the monarchy had clearly made an impression. Of all things, Bree had chosen Queen Elizabeth II, who’d been crowned the year before.

If I’d known how complicated it would be, I might have scrapped the project altogether and thrust expensive merlot in Millie’s face. Being without such hindsight, I now had a half-constructed dress that looked more like a war casualty than a royal ballgown.

“You sodding bastard,” I barked at the sewing machine.

My daughter, sitting not five feet away, looked up from her book with a delighted smirk. I groaned, already envisioning the moment Frank would walk through the door, greeted by an oral report of the day’s linguistic infractions (most of them mine). Though Bree shared her biological father’s penchant for mischief, she’d adopted the English reserve of the man who raised her. With frequent lapses, of course—she, after all, was my child too.

“Mama,” she tsked now, “you know what that means…” Smiling, she pointed towards the table beneath the window, which sat littered with the odds and ends of our daily life. The dried stems of pressed flowers sprouted from a medical textbook. A dog toy, practically chewed into oblivion, sat beside Frank’s corn cob pipe—a habit he’d taken up as a way of ingratiating himself to Harvard’s social circles. At the center of it all, however, stood the glass jar whose cheery label, “SWEAR BANK,” had become the bane of my existence.

Two weeks ago, Frank and I had been called to Bree’s school on the grounds of discussing a recent misbehavior. Our daughter, it seemed, had a fondness for words that were unsuitable to a woman of 35, much less a girl of 6. The principal’s meaningful looks had plainly indicated he knew where—or from whom—Brianna had received her vocabulary lessons.

“Children, you know,” he’d said, leaning forwards. “They don’t just learn these things by themselves. I think some disciplinary action could be taken at home…”

And so it was by Principal Gellar’s suggestion that we—the Randalls of ill repute—came to use a swear jar. For every curse, the delinquent had to add two quarters, with each subsequent offense requiring double that amount. A mild punishment, I’d thought, until it was obvious that losing pocket change wasn’t sufficient inducement to watch my own mouth.

Because of this, it was agreed that I prepare a proper dinner—from scratch, not frozen—if I exceeded my daily max of five swear words. Frank promised to exchange his loose leaf tea for Lipton’s, should he do the same, though this was more a demonstration of his superiority than his solidarity. Unless provoked, he rarely said more than the occasional “damn” in Bree’s presence.

Rummaging through the purse at my feet, I extracted money from my wallet.

“There,” I said, giving it to Bree. “Happy?”

Bills in one hand, Bree counted her fingers on the other, “That’s six today, Mama,” she said, still smirking. “So what’s for dinner?”

I snorted and motioned her towards me. “Well, if you want this costume finished, I’ll have to take a rain check.” I looked at the chaos strewn about my work table. “A two-week rain check.”

“I guess that’s okay,” Bree said, skipping over to my side. “Daddy and I will have meatloaf tonight, and you can have soap.”

I laughed. It always baffled me how my child—once a gurgling thing with an untamable cowlick—had transformed into a human capable of swear words and jokes.

As they always did when Bree came close, one of her hands automatically rested on my head, tiny fingers submerging themselves in a tousle of curls. They found the tender patch behind my ears, beginning an idle massage that expelled all tension from my body.

She’d done this as a baby—then, with a naïve curiosity; now, by the simple force of habit. It reminded me of someone else, though I knew it was merely coincidence and not some genetic trait passed down through the centuries. Still, the small fingers always grew larger in my mind—pads turned to callous and nails made blunt—as they moved in slow, gentle circles towards my temples. I could hear Gaelic, spoken softly, and see a calmness wash over a startled horse, as it now washed over me.

I shook the memory away, and returned to the disaster cascading into my lap.

Really, there was no hope for it. Uneven hems. Too-large and crooked stitches. The circumference of one shirtsleeve would fit someone’s thigh, not Bree’s skinny arm.

“Smudge,” I sighed, “perhaps this wasn’t a good idea. I mean—” I gestured at the clumsy mess before me, and Bree removed her hand.

She leaned closer, head tilted to examine the work I’d done until her expression turned into one of obvious resolve. “I could always be a hobo,” she said matter-of-factly. “Or a garbage man.”

In that moment, I swear I had never loved her more.

Clearly unconcerned, Bree flopped down on the couch, and asked, “What’d you dress up as when you were a kid, Mama?”

“Come to think of it, I can only remember one Halloween,” I said, sitting back. “I was a little older than you, and my outfit was a hodge-podge of things. Somewhere between Indiana Jones and a girl who raided a closet, blindfolded.”

As a vagabond who drifted from continent and continent, Halloween never seemed to cross Lamb’s mind. A brief lecture, perhaps, about its pagan origins—but there was none of the pomp and circumstance one would see today. Being only vaguely aware of the holiday’s existence myself, I had never found us lacking for it. Our days were already filled with adventures, strange characters, and the spirits of years past.

It was one of Lamb’s colleagues—a charismatic American named Tom—who put forth the notion we hold a celebration of our own. Even I, who by this time was more adult than child, couldn’t resist the idea of being someone else, swapping ghost stories under a full moon, and gorging myself on sweets.

Lamb, bless his soul, was more than happy to oblige me. It was a belated birthday present of sorts, as October 20th, 1926 had passed in whirlwind of sand and dirt. The more immediate concerns of suffocation and hazardous winds had taken precedence over cake and candles that day.

Lamb and Tom took me to the market one morning, each of us bouncing from stall to stall to inspect the wares. After hours of browsing, we’d managed to scrape together a rudimentary costume, though it had none of the frills, silks, or skirts Tom had assumed I’d want.

“Are you sure you don’t want to be a princess?” he’d said, regarding me sideways. At the insistent (and fiftieth) shake of my head, Lamb had clapped Tom on the back with a jovial smile, reminding him that I was a girl who preferred slouch hats to tiaras. I recall grinning up at him, then, and taking his hand as we walked back to camp. In truth, I think I’d just wanted to be Lamb for a night.

And so there I was days later: a poor man’s cowgirl astride an invisible horse, galloping through the nearby village in search of treats. Naturally, few people were prepared for the presence of my wild-eyed, boyish self at their door. But most smiled at my requests—all spoken with a pitiful Southern twang—and indulged me with whatever they could spare. Lamb, meanwhile, stood at my side—an elderly pirate-guard who assured them we were not, in fact, bandits.

We returned to camp at sundown with a sack full of furry, odorous, and glittering miscellany slung across my shoulder. Against all sense, someone had given me a pack of cigars, and I placed one between my lips. Knees braced and arranging my hands into a finger gun, I did my best Butch Cassidy impression as Lamb inspected the bag for other inappropriate goods.

“That stuff ain’t yours, old man,” I’d said, words mumbled by the cigar. “Stick ‘em up.”

Lamb had hooted, crying, “Excellent, my dear! Just marvelous!” and took a seat across the fire. His head bent before a lit match, the flame lighting the end of one of the contraband cigars.

What I remember most, though, was his face when he looked up at me. My cheeks were flushed beneath a layer of grime. My too-long pants were pooled around my feet, while my dark hair was pulled into a bushy ponytail. I imagine I’d been the image of freedom and recklessness—a person who appreciated the simplest of joys, like dress-up and too much sugar.

“You’ve always favored your mother, Claire. But I daresay that right now…” And here, Lamb’s eyes had shimmered, his expression grown suddenly soft. “Right now I see so much of your father in you.”

“Mama?” A voice broke through the haze of my memory. “Mama, were you listening to me?”

“Hmm?” I said distractedly, slowly returning to the present. Shaking her head, Bree said, “Maybe next year I could be a cowgirl too?” before launching onto an entirely different topic.

Seeing my daughter chatting confidently away, her hands fluttering with the excitement of conversation, of being with someone…Seeing her hair catch the sinking sun and the mischief inside her curving mouth—a mouth that would never cease to amaze me with its jokes and its compliments and its observations. Seeing these things, and how her slanted blue eyes took in her shabby costume—unbothered by its inelegance but appreciative of the work I’d put into it—I thought I saw so much of her father in her too.

RPDR All Stars 3 - Cast RuVeal

Aja

Miss Club from Brooklyn is back to snatch our edges. She served us drama in Season 9 and showed potential during her time on the show. Her look has improved within a short span of time and she is ready to assassinate a performance. Her gold look is like a golden goddess of liberty–what she should have served for her hometown look. 

She’s more aware now and she appears to be going for a surprise top contender for the crown. Of the season 9 queens to come back, I think Aja is a great choice. I think the other queens made a smart decision to wait, but for Aja I think it’s a great opportunity for her to prove why she was cast in the first place. Also her facebook live look was stunning! I won’t lie she kind of looked like Valentina…but she like c’mon, STUNNING. If there’s one thing I’m excited for her to bring it’s the DRAWMA MAWMA. Are you ready for the Next “Linda Evangelista” rant? Are you ready for more meme reactions? ‘Cause I can’t wait.

BenDeLaCreme

My favorite from Season 6: Miss Creme (cuz I’m feeling a little nasty… :P ). I won’t lie, I was so disappointed when she went home, but when you’re against Darriene…you’re going to have a bad time. She lost the first time and was saved (thank God RuPaul), but alas she somehow landed in the bottom in the glitter ball…and she lost. Miss Congeniality, fan favorite, and a smart queen.

I love her “terminally delightful” character. I love her showgirl, burlesque aesthetic. A Snatch Game winner. I wanted her on All Stars 2 (she wouldn’t have won…I mean…Alaska was destined to win that), but she supposedly wouldn’t return for All Stars. But she’s back for All Stars 3 and she’s ready to compete! Her gold look is stunningly polished royalty. She’s a strong front runner for me. I haven’t set in stone that I’m really rooting for her, because this cast has so many potential winners. But I’m so excited to see her again!  

Chi Chi DeVayne

Lady of Bayou, Chi Chi DeVayne. She was an assassin in Season 8 who surprised us all. She was very similar to Tyra who was a queen who went from rags to riches; the only difference was: she’s so lovable. Her strength is being a dancer and are ready to see her Lip Sync again (possibly with Kennedy!)?! She was unfortunately cut off from the top 4. Statistically, it made sense, but in retrospect she was just as deserving and could you imagine if she had the lipsync tournament for her finale?

She now has some coinz and ready to serve us a more polished Chi Chi. Her gold look is serving me Lousiana flapper at the cotton-club and that HAIR–flawless! She can serve a look. She’s so deceptively talented and beautiful. I can’t wait to hear her confessionals. I’m ready to see her more confident than ever!

Kennedy Davenport

She had crystalized and know she’s a glamazon bitch ready to slay all stars - Kennedy Davenport! First of all her gold look…GODDESS! Our dancing diva is ready to slay us all. Another Top 4 queen ready to show the world that she’s a fierce bitch! With an iconic snatch game, funny confessionals, and legendary lipsync (I love Katya but she lost; a jump split off the stage is impressive–think about it–she lipsynced for her mothafucking life).

I won’t lie, I didn’t personally like her upon first watch. But watching season 7 again, she definitely deserved top 4 and would have been just as great as part of the top 3 (yeah that speech was rough though lol). In a season of a lot of acting challenges, she did really well so I think she will be a major contender for this crown. I hope some of y’all haters will change your minds and realize what an amazing queen Kennedy is! Otherwise…NEXT!

Milk

Who’s thirsty for some Milk? A queen the show wasn’t prepared for. Constantly trying to push buttons with her looks, she’s back again to make us go: WTF? Let me just say: I LOVE HER GOLD LOOK. Serving us golden amazon warrior princess HER-cules. Have you seen the she-hulk photoshop? Alexis Michele is shook.

She really has taken off post-show. But I can already tell from her MTQ she isn’t as super galvanized as some others. I don’t know when these interviews were filmed, but she seemed like she was back more to show off how far she’s come rather than “I’m going to win”, not that’s a bad thing. I’m ready for the looks she’s going to bring and for people to go, “WTF?” That’s part of her aesthetic and schtick is the shock value and boy am I ready for that! 

Morgan McMichaels

Another Season 2 bitch ready to bring some drama. She has improved SO MUCH! Her golden look is bodacious hooker suburban housewife heiress to a fortune. The one problem I have with her look is that for some reason she looks short and I think it’s because of the shoes (I can hear Raven booting it in the distance). But from the boobs up she is utter perfection.

She’s a fierce lipsyncer. She’s another person I wish was on All Stars 2, but at least she’s here now. I don’t know about you but I’m so excited to see her and how much she’s grown compared to season 2. I can’t wait to see her stir shit up! Let’s not forget she’s a part of the original untucked drama that gave us, “Bitch, I am from Chicago!”. 

Shangela

HALELOO BITCHES! SHE’S BACK! Shangela is back for her third time in Drag Race on All Stars 3. Haus of Edwards ready to represent. She’s serving us goddess phoenix queen. She has had a lot of time to improve and she is now serving us amazing performances, great looks, funny queen, and she’s a business woman–SHE’S A PROFESSIONAL.

Another bitch who ain’t afraid to stir drama, are you ready for some guud reality TV? She still doesn’t have a sugar daddy, but she’s ready to show everything she’s worked for and built herself 🍸. She’s a top contender for this crown for sure. She gave us tulle-gate and she is the OG Nancy Drew of drag. All y’all haters need to chill out, because whether you like it or not–she’s gonna be popping out of that box again! Can’t wait for her to make us gag over her lipsyncs!

Thorgy Thor

Feeling INCREDIBLE? Thorgy is back! I loved her positive and lively energy from Season 8. She was a strong contender back then and her only downfall was getting too in her head. She was set-up to go home that episode going against Chi Chi in a lipsync that is “And I’m Telling You”, there was no way Thorgy would have stayed. She was one of the queens I thought would end up in the Top 3, alas she had to go. 

She definitely has an eclectic style but I just love it. It’s colorful. It’s postively fun. I love how much she says that, “Drag is Fun!” because that shows me she loves what she does. I really hope she gets to slay us with her violin because she never really got to do that in Season 8 (I smell a talent show episode!). Her gold look isn’t all that impressive (her RuVeal episode look though is perfectly her); but she’s serving me toga party at the disco and she makes me smile. Her MTQ and RuVeal doesn’t have that determination to win which doesn’t inspire confidence in how well she’ll do in the show even though I peg her to be a strong contender, but I’m so ecstatic to see her! I’ll love her no matter how far she goes. She’s a witty Queen, you know what I mean?

Trixie Mattel

OH HONEY! Trixie Mattel is back for a third time as well (remember that bitches). Her gold look is campy and smart af serving: golden barbie, glitter rodeo edition (the spurs on the heels!). I squealed when I saw her. She was my queen for season 7 and I was so disappointed with her run because let’s face it (she even admitted it herself), she sucked. But now she’s a force to be reckoned with.

Her make-up and look is iconic. She’s gone viral with Unhhhhh. She’s released an album. She has a huge social media fanbase (some of y’all some messy ass bitches too). She’s locked on to her comedy (giggled like a fool during her RuVeal and MTQ). She is the Alaska going into this competition. All Stars has always had a clear winner (as Aja so artfully said), let’s see if it’ll be the same with her. She’s truly a top contender ready to kill this competition. The real gag would be if she doesn’t make it to the end (dear god…I can’t even imagine…). I’ll be honest…I was pretty sold once she quoted our beloved Roxxxy. Can’t wait to see if this birthday clown barbie makes it into the Hall of Fame.

10th Mystery Queen?

I’m not going to spoil it–Reddit has…allegedly. But let’s just say this queen makes it even HARDER to choose a favorite to win. If you haven’t been stalking reddit reading the gossip, and reddit is right, you’re going to be gagged. This alleged queen will be a fierce contender for the crown. She’ll probably attract undeserved hate from some messy fans. But they’ll have to face the facts when she’ll undoubtedly slay. This supposed queen deserves some exposure so that newer fans can see what it truly means to be royalty deserving of being an All Star. If you want a hint…I’ll leave it below. I’m so happy for this cast. This cast is full of amazing queens. I can’t wait to watch it. It looks like tons of drama is going to be served and it’s going to be another legendary season.

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Gray Ghost Week (May 3 - May 9)
Day 2: Fantasy/Lore AU

The Cycle restarts.

Phantom, I must tell you - warn you. There’s something you should know.

You fought the Ghost King, Pariah. Even at his strongest - wearing the Crown of Fire, and the Ring of Rage - you didn’t hesitate. You saved us all. For that, we thank you - but I’m afraid you went into that fight blind.

Pariah Dark was not always evil. Nor was he always King. The Ghost Zone’s royalty is chosen not by birthright, but by the artifacts they wield.

That’s right. The Crown of Fire chooses the King, not the other way around. 

And the ring, you ask? Very perceptive of you. They were never meant to be worn together, the ring and the crown. Each has a mind of its own; Each chose a different person to bear them.

You see, The Crown of Fire was meant for Pariah.

The Ring was for his wife.

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Hail to the King

Characters: Crowley x Reader, Lucifer (mentioned)

Word Count: 1070 (With Lyrics)

Warnings: Language, Cannon Divergence,

A/N:  This is my first time writing Crowley and I thought it would be awful but thanks to @atc74, @chelsea072498, @paintrider13-blog and @tankcupcakes for their encouragement I did what I thought I couldn’t.  I heard this song and couldn’t get this idea out of my head!  Any and all feedback is welcomed!!!

A/N 2: This is my entry for the lovely @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms ‘s 2,000 follower celebration/ challenge.  My prompt was “My friend said I couldn’t do it so I had to prove them wrong” which I changed to “Everyone says I can’t do it so I have to prove them wrong.” I hope you don’t mind =) and congrats again!

Beta’d: The amazingly wonderful @atc74

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A Royal Mess (Part Three)

Summary: Leo and Liam continue working through Liam’s confession when Drake comes up with a potential solution.

Work Count: 790

You can and should read Part One and Part Two.

**I tried to add slight nods in this one, almost like Easter eggs if you will, please enjoy!

Leo tries everything to keep his jaw from dropping. His entire life, he wanted Liam to stray from tradition but he never could. Liam has always been the golden boy but he never thought he could actually stir up a scandal. Liam had chosen Madeline to avoid a huge scandal but now Leo wasn’t sure to be proud of his brother’s rebellious act or to be worried this would kill him

           “How? When?” Leo thinks back and calculates the Coronation was four years ago and he had heard Riley went back to New York.

           “Applewood. Maxwell arranges visits.”

           It made sense why Liam seemed to be there at least once a month if not twice, but he didn’t think much about it. It had always been their favorite place to visit during the summers. “How long has this been going on?” Leo honestly thinks this is a dream, how could Liam be involved in something so scandalous, something so Leo.

           “Two years. Drake went to New York to look for Savannah due to a lead he found a year after the Coronation and ran into her. She asked about me and wanted to reach out and we wrote for a year but then I invited her here for the Apple Blossom Festival. It was her favorite.” Liam shrugs.

           Leo is staring blanking at his brother, seriously waiting for Kate to wake him up before Liam starts talking again.

“Maxwell made a place for her at their estate.”
“Liam…” Leo honesty can’t think of what to say.

“I know. I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t. I…I still love her. You understand that, right?”

He did, Leo knew even when he was still with Madeline, he always thought of how he’d get back to Kate. If the roles were reversed, he doesn’t know how he could stay away from Kate.

“I understand. What do you want to do?”

Liam kicks the dirt at his feet, “I’m conflicted. I want to be a good King but I don’t want to keep lying. I want to be with her. To be with my child.”

Leo puts an arm around Liam as he starts crying. For the first time, Leo regrets running from his responsibilities, for putting Liam in this position. For making his take a role that wasn’t even his to begin with. Most people expected this behavior from Leo so this becoming public, would be earth shattering for him.

“I could abdicate.”

Leo sucks in a deep breath. It almost killed their father when he had done it but to have both sons just dismiss the crown, especially in his current health, would break his heart.

“I could fight for an annulment.”

           “Under what grounds? It’s been three years,” Leo questions. He knows an annulment wouldn’t be completely unsound but after this long, it may take some strong convincing.

           “I could say that she’s Queen Regina’s daughter. That has to work, right?” Liam looks up, his face is completely helpless and worn with worry.

           “As much as it wouldn’t surprise me, that’s just a theory we have right now. Even our best men can’t seem to prove it yet.” Leo sighs before offering, “Is there any way you can prove that she can’t produce an heir?”

           Not being able to have children has been used for civil annulments for years, especially in the noble life due to needing a successor. However, the last time this occurred was when their great, great, great, great grandfather, King Albert married a commoner woman who could not bare children. Leo knows this because Queen Regina constantly blamed Albert for where Leo got his rebellious genes and why he left the Crown and marry Kate.

           “I don’t know. We haven’t –” Liam ends the sentence, looking up at Leo for an unspoken understanding.

           Leo almost falls over. He couldn’t keep his hands off Kate from the moment he met her. He literally had her in his arms at the Acropolis when he had caught her and then again when they were walking in town. But Liam had a reason, which he understood but just putting himself in his place, he couldn’t process it.

           “What do I do?” Liam weakly looks up at his brother, who still has an arm draped around his shoulder.

           If that wasn’t the question of the hour, Leo couldn’t give you one. Just as Leo goes to speak, Drake walks over.

           “I may have a solution, but it’s going to cause quiet a scandal.”

           Leo tries to suppress a laugh but is only half successful, “Because this whole thing is scandal-free?’

           Drake glares at Leo, still a slight bit unforgiving of his part of this whole mess, but continues unfazed, “We pay her off.”

The Lost Kingdom of Lis

@hd-hale

by @ghostfuker69

Teen and up - very brief description of violence, someone gets poisoned (but voluntarily?)

Medieval AU featuring Omegaverse, full-shift werewolves, werefox!Stiles who is also a secret prince acting as manservant to Prince Derek. They fall in sweet, sweet love. 


Brief excerpt (check out the rest on AO3!):

Peter looked like the cat that had gotten the cream. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and hummed, “Ah, of course. That horrible tragedy that occurred there just three short weeks ago. My condolences. I know that after an event like that, you will surely be seeking to make a life here in Triskele.”

Stiles looked up at the Duke with wary golden eyes and gave a gentle nod. “Yes, Your Grace. I have found employment here under Master Deaton, though. He knew my mother, they were good friends in their younger days.”

Peter hummed and shrugged, “Of course. But no position would be as prestigious as a place in the Royal household, don’t you think, dear sister?”

Talia looked over the fox with interest and gave a small nod. “He did display quite exceptional bravery in his act. Perhaps he could find use being Derek’s personal manservant? After all, Derek will have far more responsibilities now that he is the official Crowned Prince.”

Derek and Stiles both sputtered, Derek out of offense and Stiles out of surprise. The Prince shook his head, “Mother, I have no need for a personal manservant. Let along an Omega fox.”

Talia’s eyes widened, “Derek Lucas Hale, I have taught you better than to judge others based on their gender, have I not? Stiles is a Fox, yes, but he has proved to us that there is no reason to assume he is here to harm you. Omegas work as servants and simply take heat leave, it is not unheard of.”

Derek looked like a thoroughly scolded pup at the end of Talia’s rant. He gave up quickly and nodded, “Of course, mother.”

Talia brightened and nodded, “Good. Then, young fox, I will expect you to shadow Derek’s current servant for a short week before taking over the duties completely.”

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anonymous asked:

So with Roma's backstory it is possible that ghouls can extend their lifespan. Thus we can assume that the original OEK is incredibly old (skull depiction). if he is to parallel kaneki then it is possible for him to have children. Many children, due to his long life. now I have this far fetched theory going on where Hide is one of the og OEK's children (Naagas?) and is a quarter ghoul with inhuman capabilities. But I don't have enough info to prove me right. Still, wouldn't this be super cool?!

Oh, I’m still sticking by my theory that Hide was just a hyper intelligent human before the end of the first series. I very much agree with the OEK looking like the crowned skeleton of legend though, although I think the naagas are his kagune:

As for any children of the Old King, I think it would be more fitting if he were never able to conceive a child. In Kaneki’s case, his child with Touka (which I now believe will survive) will be a symbol of the possibility of Human-Ghoul coexistence. I think the Old King will serve as a negative reflection of Kaneki and a warning to him about the corruption of power; so for him to be childless would be an apt reflection of his failure to achieve that goal of creating a sustainable future.

anonymous asked:

"Why are sansa ships so hated upon" lmao which one? Sansan? Where a 13 years old girl is paired with a 30+ man? Jonsa, where she is paired with her cousin/sibiling who she neglected her whole life and only cares about him bc he is what's left of her family? Or Sansa/Littlefinger maybe, when she's paired with a creep, pedophile and an asshole? Geez I wonder why these a+ healthy ships are so hated upon (im not even a jonerys btw, you guys are annoying the same amount)

Originally posted by jesuschristnation

I suppose you are talking about this? Because I don’t remember ever writing anything about why “Several Sansa ships are so hated upon” … Like, I really don’t. I remember writing the thing linked to above, where I bring up the issue why I think Sansa, like the character, not her ships … you do … you do understand the difference? Do you? Wait, here let me display it as easily as possible: 

Sansa == “the character”
Sansa/Whatever == NOT “the character”

Do we have that? Take your time, I don’t want you to strain your brain. Just try to realize what’s the difference between “a character” and “the ships involving that character”. Don’t hurry, this is a very important point, I can only keep going once you get that distinction into your lovely, little head. I’ll wait, don’t worry. 

Got it? Good. I’m proud of you. Well done. Here, have a treat. 

Originally posted by bratmall

What a gooood boooyyyyyyy. 

I did talk about ships in that post as well, but … not about the ones surrounding “Sansa” (you know … “the character” Remember? We already learned what that means?), but the most popular possible canon-pairings for Jon. Who is not Sansa … wait, time for another explanation:

Sansa == Sansa
Sansa == NOT Jon
Jon == NOT Sansa
Jon == Jon
Jon/Whatever == NOT Sansa/Whatever

Okay? One of them has a dick, the other has a vagina and tits. One of them has black hair, the other one red. One of them likes sword fighting and brooding, the other likes stitching and dancing. One of them is of above-average height, the other one is a smoll dwarf king… I honestly don’t know, how you could confuse the two. But okay,  I hope you understand now, so it’s time for another treat:

Originally posted by learningfocus

Look at thaaat!!! A good boy through and through! 

And not even concerning those did I ever talk about why people might dislike one or the other. I talked about my own personal preferences a bit …. okay, just so you understand what that means: 

my own personal preferences == my own personal preferences
my own personal preferences == NOT why other people might dislike them
my own personal preferences == NOT other people’s personal preferences

We already learned another thingy! I know, it would be time for another treat, but I don’t want to spoil you. I promise to give you one if you power through until the end, okay? I know this is much to take in at once, but I know you can do it. I BELIEVE IN YOU! 

So here we go, the last complicated concept for today: 

If I remember correctly my little thing was called “On why Jonsa of all ships is so bitterly fought about and/or not taken seriously” not “Why Sansa ships are so hated upon”. That’s … not the same. I just proposed the theory that Jonsa is so easily dismissed as a canon possibility because 

a) Sansa is still considered a side character or at best the least important main character by many people and
b) she attracts a lot of unwarranted hate (that doesn’t mean you have to stan her, love her or even necessarily like her. But so many people hate her to an unreasonable degree)

I just stated that if you consider all three key ladies to be of equal importance, all three ships are a legit candidate for jon!endgame!romance. You can find foreshadowing and clues for all, which one (if any at all, or all of them, whatever) you do actively get behind depends on your personal preferences (and I’m not going to judge that? Like, why would I?) and other endgame presumptions. (Will Jon live or die, will one of the three Ladies die? Will there still be a Iron Throne or not? If it does, who will sit on it? Etc, etc.) And if you don’t think they are equally important, every discussion about what is “delusional” or “possible” becomes obsolete because you’re not even approaching the whole issue from the same starting point. 

I never talked about why people might “hate” that one ship I actually talked about, except those two things. I totally get people who are a bit grossed out by the “thought-they-were-siblings” factor. I totally get that people dislike the ship for a variety of reasons, or no reason at all. Like, you do you. It’s just that (here comes another hard one, that many people seem to struggle with): 

What will happen == NOT just what you like
What is possible == NOT just what you like

I don’t know how you could read that thing (if you even did) and come to the conclusion that I wrote about why people dislike/hate specific Sansa-ships. I hope with all this new fancy information you can go back and think about the things I actually wrote about. But before you do, have another treat, you deserve it (that was a lot information at once. I know.)

Originally posted by petcornerblog

What a good boy. Look at him go. Isn’t that yummy? Yes, it is. 

Now before you go take a nap to digest all these delicious treats and to recharge your brain, I have to talk about one last topic. I do prefer positive affirmation, but every now and then one has to resort to a stricter tone, especially when people talk shit about my ship: 

  • If we guys are that annoying to you, why do you take the time to look at our posts and respond to them? Like, just block us and go on with your life. 
  • It’s funny that you think 11-year-old-and-younger Sansa was in any position to “neglect” Jon.
  • It’s also funny how people just assume that Sansa somehow bullied Jon all the time (because I guess that’s what you’re getting at), when there is no canon evidence of her being THAT bad. In the show, she apologizes for “being awful to him”, but there actually is no book evidence that she was. More on that later. 
  • Even if she was a bit of an entitled brat AS A CHILD, show!Jon already forgave her for that, so why can’t you? Like, why do you people still blame her for something that not even the character you are supposedly defending gives a shit about? 
  • The only time book!Jon thinks about her in a somewhat resentful way is when thinking “he even misses Sansa, who never called him anything but her half-brother since she was old enough to understand what bastard meant.” And honestly, even the term “somewhat resentful” is too strong anyway. He’s simply surprised that he also misses the sibling he was the least close too. He thinks about her a couple more times, but never in a bad light (After Ned gets killed, he’s worried about both his sisters, who he assumes are in KL and hostages of the Lannisters. He thinks that Sansa would cry at “the magic” of the wall, while Arya would just laugh it off. He thinks about Sansa’s advice about talking to girls. He mentions her in passing when talking about the feast in Winterfell and being forced to sit in the back. (Though he was obviously lying about being that pissed at his family to manipulate Mance.) He thinks about her when thinking about his weak claim to WF (that even his sisters come before him in the line of succession). He declines Stannis’ offer to make him Lord of Winterfell because “by right it belongs to Sansa.” twice. He thinks about her brushing out Lady’s fur, after receiving the Pink Letter. I honestly don’t know where people get the idea from that they hated each other or even look back at each other in a particularly negative way. They weren’t close, no, but if you claim jonsa is an “unhealthy” ship, because Sansa “neglected” him so badly … I hate to tell, that’s all in your head. Seems like you people are projecting your own wrong conclusions and feelings onto a fictional character. Okay, he talks about her once before leaving WF, when he and Arya mention their most important rule for doing some forbidden shit “Don’t tell Sansa!” OH NO! She must have been a tyrant to her other siblings. Now, that proves it. Do any of you people have any siblings or cousins yourself? Did any of you interact with other children or teenagers when you were that age? Did your grow up on some isolated island with literally no other people around? 
    EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTION THE BEST EXAMPLE OF JON “HATING” SANSA: At the feast they throw for Bobby B at Winterfell, he doesn’t think “look at that smug, arrogant, privileged bitch who always calls me her “half-brother”, getting to walk next to the crown prince while I have to sit in the back!”, He thinks that SHE LOOKS RADIANT! Man, Jon really hated her and only left Winterfell because she was so very awful to him. 
  • Sansa actually did think about Jon before “he was everything that was left of her family”. She includes him in her prayer at the Battle of Blackwater and worries about him after realizing that not all men of the Night’s Watch are chivalrous black knights. (And before you give her shit for being so naive … Jon believed the exact same thing before actually travelling to the Wall.)
  • She thinks about him later as well (when fashioning her Alayne persona after him), but since you didn’t claim she doesn’t I can’t criticize you for that, can I?  (See what I’m doing? I’m reacting to the things you actually wrote). 
  • Btw, the whole sibling turned cousin issue is one of the things I totally get. I think it’s pretty bigoted going after those who don’t (like me and … all other Jonsa shippers), but I’m not going to argue with people that they shouldn’t either. Like, you do you and I do I or whatever. 
  • That said, I do think that the arguments “they see each other as siblings” and “weren’t even close” put in the same sentence are most often an obvious contradiction. “They see each other as siblings that can’t stand each other” would be a valid argument, if the later statement only had some proof to back it up. 

While I was very forgiving and tried to be nice and explain things, I can’t give you a pass for this nonsense

You know, there are probably many faws in my thinking and writing, but you people aren’t even trying. Just once I would like to have a civil, interesting, mind-provoking discussion with someone who disagrees with me. Instead, I get all the idiots with poor reading comprehension who can only bring up the same three illogical, stupid arguments. It’s getting boring. 

anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for having this blog and just treating this topic with respect. The other day I was looking at Dahmers crime scene photos and what made me sick was that there are blogs that refer to Jeff as their "lil gay boi" with a default of Jeff in a flower crown. That's disgusting. Im not ashamed yo be part of the TCC knowing there's people like you

While I don’t like judging people in the TCC for who they find attractive, I agree that there’s a limit to how much you can express yourself until it becomes distasteful. I personally hate the flower crown edits, the imagines involving killers,  and the weird little pet names people have for serial killers. It really does make everyone in the TCC look like a groupie, whereas I try to stay as far away from groupiedom as possible. 

In a way, I want my blog to prove that not everyone in this community is a fangirl or an edgelord. I’m passionate about educating people on crime and how to avoid victimization, and hopefully that shows in my posts :) 

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you, my history crush: King Richard III of England. Born on October 2nd 1452, the youngest of eleven - ELEVEN - children of Richard Duke of York and his wife Cecily. Lost his dad at eight years old in battle, had to go into exile with his brother George, they stayed at Utrecht, and when his other brother Edward was crowned the fourth King of that name, he and George were created Dukes of Gloucester and Clarence respectively.

Anyway. He was fiercely loyal to his brother the King, which earned him 10+ titles, and pretty much half of England. He had a good eye for law and order, he took his religion very seriously (he even had his own Book of Hours which he made notes in), and when Edward died in 1483, Richard was named Lord Protector for Edward V until he came of age.

Now this is where the controversy really happens. The boy king’s mother, Elizabeth Woodville, and her family, were not happy to hear that Richard was Lord Protector and not her brother Anthony Earl Rivers. She didn’t trust Richard to look after her sons and keep them safe, plus she knew the boy King would sooner take advice from Uncle Rivers than Uncle Gloucester. Bishop Robert Stillington of Bath and Wells came to Richard during his Protectorship and claimed that Edward IV’s marriage to Ms Woodville was in fact bigamous and Parliament therefore declared Edward V and his brother Richard Duke of York illegitimate. Since there was no other legitimate heir to the throne, Richard of Gloucester did what he had to in order to ensure the security of the realm and take the crown for himself. So, in late June 1483 he was crowned King Richard III together with his wife Queen Anne Neville in a joint coronation. Rumours were spread that Richard had the two boys bumped off to make his rule secure. Another theory suggests that Richard had them sent to safety in secret. Or maybe, when King Richard sent for his nephew Richard he was given a body double with the real Duke of York sent to safety, and the two boys still got killed. Or maybe even this; Edward V died of a fever whilst young and the other sent to safety? The truth is, no-one knows. And whilst people are refused permission to (literally) go digging, we’re not gonna know.

Now. During his twenty-six month reign, Richard III enacted laws that were designed to protect the common people, and they still apply today. He was a fine soldier; he was able to crush a rebellion that happened just four months after his coronation. Unfortunately, he also suffered great losses; his only legitimate son, Edward of Middleham, died of a fever aged just eight, and his wife, Queen Anne, died eleven months later, possibly of tuberculosis. Another rumour was spread that he expressed a desire to marry his niece, Elizabth of York, but the problem was that the law that made him the legitimate successor also made her illegitimate. It could very well be that there was a misunderstanding at court because people will have heard that he was busy making marriage arrangements not only for himself but also for Elizabeth. The truth is he was looking to the Portugese royal family, descendants of the Lancastrian line, to find suitors for himself and Elizabeth. 

There was always the looming threat of invasion coming from a Welshman of the Lancastrian line called Henry Tudor. Richard rarely took this seriously, up until the day of battle itself. August 22nd 1485. Bosworth. Richard was confident he would win, even without the help of Thomas, Lord Stanley and his brother, who said they couldn’t join him due to illness. The battle was going quite smoothly for Richard, until a third force charged in, by Stanley himself… for Tudor. Richard is said to have called him out for treason, and that he ultimately “died fighting manfully amongst the thickest press of his enemies”.

Since his death and Henry’s accession to the throne as Henry VII, many vicious rumours were spread about him, ranging from him having a hunchback (he actually had scoliosis - two very different things. It’ll have been noticed after Richard’s body was stripped of its armour and all valuables after his death on the battlefield, and then flung onto the back of a horse, “privy parts” on show and everything), to him having murdered his nephews, poisoned his wife in order to marry his niece… you can thank Thomas More and William Shakespeare for all that, because they lived under Tudor reign, they did to please their kings and queens, a portrait of Richard was even tampered with to make him look more evil because that also meant legitimising Henry’s seizure of the throne at Richard’s expense. The public had to believe that Henry Tudor was in the right for taking the crown from Richard, they had to believe he saved the realm from the tyrant that was Richard.

The truth is, Richard was no tyrant. He was a gentle, loyal person, and his downfall was partly brought on by placing his trust in the wrong people. He would have made a damn good king had he more than just twenty-six months to prove himself. I firmly believe that.

TL;DR - Richard was a good guy and I will defend him to the death OK