memorable queens

anonymous asked:

(Besides lance) which paladin knows all the words to dancing queen

everyone in the castle knows all the words to dancing queen because lance Does Not Stop Ever 


Memorable Queens of England
↳ Elizabeth of York - Queen Consort

“Elizabeth of York is seen as the forgotten queen of Tudor England. Yet through her marriage to Henry VII she became the mother of the dynasty, with her children including a King of England and Queens of Scotland and France, and her direct descendants include three Tudor monarchs, two executed queens and, ultimately, the Stuart royal family." Inspired by [x]

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.

You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.

In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.

You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.

Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.

“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.

“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.

“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.

“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.

“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.

“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.

He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.

It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.

He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.

“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.

He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.

Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.

His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.

“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.

“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.

“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.

“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.

“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”

“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”

You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.

“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.

“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.

“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.

So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.

Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.

“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.

“I am sorry about your underwear though…”


I was in high school during the early 90s. It was the height of the grunge era, but me, I spent most of that time obsessed with Queen. I taped the Concert for Life off of MTV in 1992, and spent that summer literally watching at least part of it every single day. George Michael was, without a doubt, the #1 highlight of the whole concert. He did three songs with Queen, culminating in this, a contender for best live musical performance I’ve ever seen, period. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched/listened to this version of the song. Possibly even more than the original Queen version.

George Michael was an absolute pop music superstar. 

  • Kirk: Do you want to play this 21st century video game I just got. It's called "Just Dance 2"?
  • Chekov: I'm not really one for old wideo games.
  • Kirk: It has this song called Rasputin on it.
  • Chekov: I will never be productive ever again.
A Birthday Unlike any Other

For Corrianderweek, Day 6: Surprise
Watch out for the sin, ye who enters!

The birthday of the King was by no means a simple even to host – the preparations for it began with months of advance, and the days only tended to get busier as it approached.

Kamui knew her Xander – she realized he would overwork himself to the point of exhaustion until he saw the task ahead of him done. Which was why she had prepared a surprise that, although it might deprive him of some sleep, surely would keep his mind occupied with something other than his duties.

She had prepared a proper present, of course, one she would give him during their public speech after their morning duties. But this surprise… could only be given after he had gone to sleep.

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Memorable Queens of England
↳ Anne Boleyn - Queen Consort

“Anne Boleyn changed everything - she was the second commoner to become an English Queen. She took Catherine of Aragon’s place and she set up an example for other ladies at court. For Anne, Henry broke with the Catholic Church risking everything. Anne Boleyn had her flaws, like not being afraid to express her own opinions, even if others did not approve of them. Anne also had conservative tendencies too, which could be seen through her devotion to the Virgin Mary." Inspired by this post.

there was such beauty in the days of the early 5sos fam and I’m like in tears so I’m making a list of memorable things:

• teenage queen getting leaked on keek and then sOLD
• Muke almost kissing in that twitcam
• that sweaty Ashton selfie with an orange bandana
• only being able to listen to 18, good girls, voodoo doll, amnesia, and more in forms of recordings from concerts
• slsp getting leaked from a weird ass radio station??????
• when we thought if you don’t know would never be played live
• Georgie and Michael seeing each other and taking selfies
• Halsey and Ashton being best friends
• calum’s lip piercing that lasted like a day???
• when Luke put a bobby pin on his shirt sleeve to keep it rolled up
• wherever you are :“/
• the rise of the jack hemmings fandom
• Gemma styles and Ashton?????????#gashton
• Calum’s ass pic
• every one and their goddamn mother claiming they were one of the twelve OG fans that went to the first gig in AUS
• Michael and Luke getting high and then that picture of them talking to a cop/security guard w/e
• luke and the fucking hamburger card
• the first time Michael wore a SnapBack on stage
• cashton dancing in sweatpants on that twitcam to hot in herre
• you suck by Abigail Breslin
• literal fandom wars bc 1d fans wanted 5sos to credit them for making them famous
• Michael in that oversized white sweater
• Luke’s hair writing the song "defying gravity” for the musical wicked
• “what the fuck is this”
• the tally marks getting taken away
• column interview
• that vine of Harry and Ashton snapping
• sleep is for the weak tank top
• people finding Calum’s pictures from when he played football
• those 5sos member introduction videos on yt
• Calum giving us sneaky peeks on the album on Instagram
• michaelgclifford & luke_is_a_penguin
• liz hemmings photography pics from concerts
• you complete meSS
• the bandana Ashton era
• that time Calum said he hated miss Jackson by panic at the disco
• hungry5sos???????
• 5ONTHEWALL??????????????????

cavaleiro-de-dragao  asked:

Please, write more of that ironpanther au, it was really good >< (or any more ironpanther, the lack of fanfic for them is depressing). Thanks!!

Okay, okay, here goes! 

Following after my first post

When Tony is taken in Afghanistan T’Challa is mad with worry. Tony tries to reassure him time and time again through their bond but after the first month there was only so much he could say. When he breaks free and Rhodey finally finds him they head for Wakanda first where everyone fusses over him. Pepper heads over the moment she can. Tony creates Iron Man and can’t keep it a secret from T’Challa because of the bond, Pepper because she’s hyper vigilant and Rhodey because he recognizes when Tony is trying to keep a secret. Obie gets taken down almost instantly because Pepper isn’t as weak and fragile as everyone thinks she is and Tony may or may not have had sparring sessions with both her and Rhodey and T’Challa and the Dora (they are vicious!) and learned a bit of boxing from Happy.

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