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The Night Court - Inner Circle ~ The court of dreams

“The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares. And the huntress with an artist’s soul.”

Mor / Amren / FeyreFeysand / Manon / Courts

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Happy Birthday Roger Livesey (25th June 1906 - 4th February 1976)

He was one of the rare actors that really listens to you - Wendy Hiller

I had seen Roger Livesey at the Old Vic and had been very impressed by this broad-shouldered, golden haired Viking…I vowed to myself that one day I would make Roger’s husky voice beloved all over the world - Michael Powell

His acting ability of course was well known to the profession and public alike; what, perhaps, was not so generally known was his generosity and kindness to the smaller fry - Kenneth More

I’m quite ready to continue my screen work. I enjoy acting for films. It is a different technique from the stage of course; but it fascinates me - Roger Livesey, in 1938

nixiegenesis  asked:

Migraines are the worst! I suffer from them too and hey just suck the life from you. Would you choose Maedhros pre or post Thangorodrim? Feel better!

Oh, this is an interesting one! My first instinct was to say pre- Thangorodrim simply because Maedhros who hasn’t suffered is a good thing.

BUT…

Part of the reason I love Maedhros like I do is because he suffered so much and yet didn’t let it break his spirit. Instead he learned “to wield his sword with left hand more deadly than his right had been” and fights back fiercely against Morgoth’s forces, eventually forming the Union of Maedhros. That all his efforts failed in the end is heartbreaking to me! 

Most of the smutty Gladio reader inserts I find have a daddy kink in them, and so I’m just sitting here, sulking on how I’m missing out on what’s most possibly a really good smut because of one kink in particular that makes me uncomfortable, ahhhh–

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So instead of doing anything else, I got obsessed with the Howls Moving Castle AU.  

This has nothing to do w/ anything and I know people have talked about it before BUT I want to as well. Usually my metas tend to be angsty af and then end on a hopeful note, and this will probably be no exception. But anyway, a delve into Victor’s love of fairytales!

I can recall on 2 occasions Victor specifically comparing Yuuri to a fairytale.

Which may not seem like a lot but we have 12 episodes and if something is pointed out twice in a story, it has some amount of significance. Anyway, I just think it’s so damn cute that Victor considers Yuuri prince-like. Even the visuals and story of On Love: Eros is like a fairytale!

We go on about how extra Victor is (and he 200% is…that 50s pink cadillac tho) but I wanna here more about how much of a true romantic Victor is. 

This entire thing is like an hc-palooza courtesy of me. Here we go!

I like to think of a little Victor, watching all these fairytale movies–Disney or otherwise–and dreaming of one day finding a prince of his own.

A 12 year old Victor with his first real crush, staring at a pretty boy with darker hair and kind eyes in one of his classes or at the rink. Victor thought he had found his prince, until one day the affection faded and his mind focused on other things. 

A teenage Victor, going through various relationships like others would go through clothing. He’s a busy young man after all, and no one seems to want to look beyond the Victor Nikiforov on screen, one the ice, and actually date him. Victor starts to wonder if there is a prince out there for him. 

Victor as a young adult, still a romantic at heart, but has pretty much entirely lost hope on finding his true love. No one sticks around, and he hasn’t found anyone he cares deeply enough about to chase. Victor’s lonely, to put it simply. He sits up at night sometimes, and watches all those fairytales from when he was a child. Victor smiles sadly at the end of them all, and dreams of a prince of his own. 

And Victor in his late 20s, as we see him pre-series. He’s frosted with depression and loneliness; the never-ending cold discs of metal, the isolation from other skaters, people kissing up to him left and right. Everything is predictable. He’s running out of motivation, out of ideas. Victor knows people only want him as what they see when he performs. It’s a saddening thought, that Victor is not lovable as himself. Some people were not meant to find a true love, he supposes.

Until one night, a night we all know well. 

The Sochi GPF banquet. Victor is intrigued by this attractive man flitting through the room, clearly intoxicated, but with this charming energy no one can resist. Not even Yuri Plisestky, himself pulled into a dance with Japan’s Yuuri Katsuki. 

Victor manages to escape from his sponsors to laugh and point and take pictures from the sidelines. Yuuri whirls past him and the way the light shines on his hair and eyes makes Victor’s breath catch and his heart skip. 

Victor watches as Yuuri dances with Chris–and wow, is that a show and a half. Yuuri strides over to Victor and holds him in place, hips shaking and Victor can only stare on in wonder. This beautiful, energetic, charming young man is staring up at him, like he’s the only person in the room. Victor can’t understand Japanese, but that doesn’t matter–what matters is the warmth of Yuuri’s body, the sparkle of his eyes, and the earnestly fond tone he speaks with. Victor’s heart is beating out of his chest and he can’t imagine this moment getting better until-

Be my coach, Victor!

Victor’s face flushes with a little gasp and he can’t find it in himself to refuse the request or the next dance they share together. 

As Victor laughs spins and smiles like he hasn’t since child, looking at Yuuri all the while, he can feel it in his chest. 

A prince. A prince is with him!

And oh, when Yuuri dips him low, the lights above framing his face and hair like a halo, Victor knows that his prince has finally come for him.