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Guys I love sparkles. Throw back to some photos from 2015! Oh my god we’re already in 2017 arent we? Aaaaah.
@royallily’s amazing Bloom cosplay that I was just absolutely in love with. Yeah okay, I’ve never seen the show but you can tell just at a glance that this woman absolutely nailed this character. And those wings right? I know she paid a ton for them, I cant remember where she got them from but they were just so pretty and had such a nice natural reflective glow to them and matched the costume so perfectly.
Nailed it babe. <3
Also it’s come to my attention that the colors are distorted on the mobile app. Try checking it out on desktop.

my favorite things about the Anastasia OBC recording
  • the ensemble singing those lines from The Neva Flows with Ramin FUCKING Karimloo Gleb talking on top of it
  • “They can call it LeninGRAD, but it’ll always BE Petersburg!”
  • the large collective “shhh” at the end of A Rumor In St. Petersburg
  • the way Christy sings “and I hear a voice whisper I’ll meet you right there” that line will actually be the death of me tbfh
  • everything about Learn To Do It
  • yes, I mean everything
  • “Am I floating?” “Like a sinking boat”
  • “I’VE HAD IT and I hate you both, I’m sorry that we ever met!”
  • Ramin Karimloo is just great ok
  • “Could I have pulled the trigger if I’d been told?”
  • My Petersburg is a blessing
  • “…but tonight, there’s a sky and quiiiite a view
  • the background harmonies in the middle of Once Upon A December cleansed my soul
  • all the harmonies in Stay I Pray You are blessed
  • “this chaaance” “this chaaance” “is allllllllllll” “is allllllllll I’ve gooooooot, keep a grip and take a deep breath and
  • the end of We’ll Go From There is so pure
  • Ramin Karimloo
  • “a son becomes a man at his father’s kneeeeee”
  • “I’m innocent she cries but then you see her eyes and something in them tells you that she absolutely liiiiiiiies”
  • tbh Ramin could punch me in the face and I’d thank him
  • Journey To The Past is just iconic k
  • “Home, love, faaaaamily”

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Major Danish tiaras:

The Floral Aigrette Tiara
The Pearl Poire Tiara
The Danish Emerald Parure Tiara
The Baden Palmette Tiara
The Naasut Tiara
The Turquoise Bandeau
The Danish Ruby Parure Tiara
Mary’s Wedding Tiara
The Danish Floral Tiara
The Alexandrine Drop Tiara

in the blood

presenting: the jily royal au no one asked for someone pls validate me i hate writing long fics


It starts at a party.

You’re dancing with your friends, beer in hand, hair held back with a headband, gold paint swiped down your temple, curling around your cheekbones.

Those damned cheekbones and that damned jawline. A bone structure carved from history. You are catastrophically beautiful.

Marlene waves at you; she tells me you’re old family friends. Your chin lifts, corners of your mouth lifting to reveal lines of perfect teeth. Her hands grabs mine and she’s weaving us through the crowds of hot bodies.

“Marls.” You say, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek. She screws up her face.

“Boundaries, Potter.”

You smirk at me. “She loves me really.” She scoffs but there is sunlight glinting in her smile.

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Queen Victoria’s Beautiful Birthday Fan

This amazing fan was gifted to Queen Victoria on her 39th birthday (24th May 1858) by Prince Albert. The fan was almost certainly made in France by  Madame Rebours, who had been granted a royal warrant by Victoria. It features Victoria’s monogram VR below by a crown, and swags of lilies-of-the-valley (among other flowers) and ribbons. During the Victorian era, flower symbolism became immensely popular .Since this fan was commissioned for Victoria’s birthday her ‘birth flower’ (those lilies-of-the-valley) decorates the fan extensively. 

The Kitchens

part iii


Sirius thought being a royal meant having power. He thought having power meant having answers. Academically speaking he supposed this was true. He did have power. In a few more months, he’d have all the power in the world. A kingdom. A nation. Anything available, all answers ready at the snap of his fingers. His whole being would be flooded with his royal blood. It would be all anyone would see. Not that people saw much more anyhow.

Sirius looked down from the doorway, blinking and surprised to find his hand outstretched towards the place where Remus had been a moment before. He opened and closed it a few times, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. He could use an answer right about now.

But it was useless. Power. Royalty. It was all so utterly useless against… whatever had just happened. He was tempted to try, to search and see if someone could puzzle this one out for him as well. But he wasn’t sure that was possible.

He put his hand down, only now noticing how cool the room had gotten as the sun set. He looked up at the sound of feet above him, frantic feet… pacing? The floorboards groaned under the hesitation and then squeaked and protested when the pacing started up again. Twice they came to the top of the stairs, and twice they retreated once more. He wanted to go up, almost did a few times… But Sirius didn’t know if he was welcome upstairs. He frowned as Remus’ words echoed in his ears.

Of course you can be here. You’re you.

He sat back on the stool, sighing and picking another piece of cake from the crumb ridden plate. The phrase really shouldn’t bother him. It was true after all. He could go any where he pleased. And it was because of who he was. He should be proud of that, that was power, so why wasn’t he? It was maddening, honestly, but he didn’t want Remus to think-

Sirius threw the cake down, rubbing his hands over his face.

He didn’t know what he didn’t want Remus to think. That he would invade any space he chooses just because he can? Yes. But he could so why shouldn’t he?

Sirius stood. He wanted answers. Why shouldn’t he get them?

The stairs practically wailed under his feet and he heard Remus still. He turned into a small, nearly bare bedroom almost immediately as he followed the sound—or lack of. He hoped his reaction didn’t register on his face. The room was sad, and drab, and positively wretched. He didn’t know how Remus lived in here much less slept at night.

“Who said you could come up here?”

Sirius turned his gaze away from Remus’ bedroom and to the boy himself. Remus stood in the center on a small, threadbare rug that could hardly pass for more than an old dishtowel in Sirius’ opinion. His arms were wrapped protectively around himself and he was red from his cheeks to his neck, a dark embarrassed flush that made him look positively endearing and livid at the same moment.

Sirius stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the moldy door frame, “You left without explanation, I came-“

“That doesn’t mean I wanted you to follow.”

Sirius shook his head, mind reeling, “I don’t understand.”

“Oh,” Remus scoffed, “There’s a first.”

Sirius, to his surprise, flooded with hurt rather than anger at the insult. He didn’t want to lash out, not like he usually did. But he wanted it to stop. He took a deep breath through his nose.

“Why, are you so angry?”

“Because-“ Remus gestured wildly at Sirius who looked down at himself, trying to pinpoint something that he could have done. He looked back up, bewildered, when Remus failed to elaborate.

Remus’ cheeks were pink his eyes burning, “You can’t just waltz in everywhere like you own the place!”

“I do own the place!” Sirius burst, confusion slowly giving way to the familiar burning flare of his temper.

“That doesn’t give you the right!”

“I-“ He snapped his mouth shut. His hands were fists at his side. He felt deep, dark shame spread through his chest, snuffing anything else out in its path. His straightened, “I know that.”

He dropped his gaze from Remus’ who was still breathing hard, “I know that.”

Remus turned away too, bracing his hands against the splintering desk on the far wall and not saying a word.

Sirius wanted to take it back. He’d foreseen this reaction and carried it out anyway. Why?

Pride.

Sirius swallowed.

Remus’ knuckles were white against the wood and he stiffened when Sirius took a step forward so he took two backwards instead, “I apologize.” After the evening they’d spent together, the words felt too formal coming out of his mouth but he continued the tone anyway. He didn’t know how to not set Remus off again. He didn’t want to.

“I overstepped. I was… confused. I didn’t mean-“

“I know.” Sirius was surprised at Remus’ voice. It was shaky and unsure. It was hopeless, “I know you didn’t mean it, you never mean it, but you do it and I… I think its best that you go. Just right now, I-“ Remus turned back around, sighing. Sirius’s fingers dug into his palms at the relief that flooded his chest when Remus looked at him, “I don’t know what to say right now, alright? I’m sorry, you’re sorry, let’s just… leave it at that. This is strange enough as it is.”

Sirius blinked, “I didn’t- what about this is strange?”

Remus let out a small, only half humorous laugh, “Really?”

Sirius shuffled, unsure. He didn’t like not knowing, he didn’t like being unsure. But here he was, with Remus, a boy who seemed to be nothing but unfamiliar territory.

“I- I had a fine time tonight. I don’t see what’s so odd.” He clasped his hands behind his back, then unclasped them, the gesture reminding him too much of his father.

Remus looked at him for a moment more, then shook his head, hands going behind him briefly to untie his plain, canvas apron from around his waist, tossing it onto the bed, “Have you forgotten who we are?”

“Of course not.” And then Sirius slipped a little, “Quite hard to given the state of this room.” He trailed off at the end, biting down hard on his tongue, “I- I didn’t-“

“Yeah, you didn’t mean it, right?” Remus’ stare was colder than Sirius had seen it yet, “You really should go.”

The silence in the room was crushing. Sirius tried to straighten his back, to regain some form of composure… but he couldn’t. Not enough, anyway. And he turned quickly on his heels, thundering back down the stairs and up out of the cool kitchen. He ran and didn’t stop until he was leaning back against the shut door of his room. He gazed around at it, breathing hard.

Everything was perfect.

The pillows were fluffed, the sheets turned down. Not a speck of dust. The finest of silk sheets lay waiting for him, the wood bed frame positively shone. The expensively dyed, woven tapestries on the walls showed riches and wealth.

He gulped down air, nails digging into the wood behind him. He’d let himself believe for a moment. He’d let himself think that maybe, just maybe…

A friend.

But here he was, back where he started. In this spotless room, waiting for a future to be mapped out for him. Waiting and simply passing the time. Is that what he’s trying to do with Remus? Yes. Yes, that’s better. It’s better to think of it like that. Just a way to pass the time. Not a friend. A servant. That’s what he is, that’s what James is, that’s what they all are. And he is a king.

He is a king, and a king rules alone.

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Sirius stayed quiet as James dressed him, avoiding his curious glances when any attempt at banter or conversation was more or less ignored.

“Mate, the party won’t be that bad. There will be drinks, look at it that way.”

Sirius nodded, busying himself with undoing and re-doing a tie on his sleeve, “I’m sure.”

He heard James still from where he was hanging up a dress jacket from behind him, then sigh, “Alright…”

Sirius closed his eyes briefly at the guilt that flooded his chest. He didn’t want James to think he was angry with him. He wasn’t really all that angry at all. He was confused, he was hurt. He couldn’t seem to say the right thing anyhow so why say anything at all?

“The pub was fine, by the way,” James voice came after a moment, much more guarded than before, “thanks for asking-”

“I’ll take the green instead, actually.” Sirius cut him off before he could try and start another conversation, a conversation Sirius didn’t think he could finish before slipping up and loosing what little distance he’d been able to put between him and his friend in the half hour James had been in his room. He shrugged off the black vest he was wearing and held it out without eye contact, simply trying to keep James busy.

He could feel James looking at him and finally had to look up as well, not wanting to run the risk of appearing childish. They held each other’s gaze for a second before James took the thin velvet garment, turning back to the closet and swiping the green, “Why the sudden change of heart?”

He was not referring to the jacket.

Sirius allowed James to ease the material over his broad shoulders, straightening it with a tug, “Just… thought it would be better.”

He was not referring to the jacket.

A few beats of silence and then he heard James huff out a breath, “Well then. Okay.” Sirius turned around nodding as James eyed him somewhat too knowingly. Sirius knew he knew something was up. Instead of pressing, however, James just spread his hands then let them drop back to his sides, slapping against his pants, “Right, enjoy your party, feast, ball, whatever it is.”

“Not likely.”

James smirked at the same time Sirius did and there it was. The friendship leaking through the cracks. Sirius cursed himself for letting it, and thanked god that it was there in the first place. He straightened.

“I’ll let you know if I need anything. I assume you won’t be waitering?”

“McGonagall said they had enough so, no.” James pushed his hands into his pockets.

Sirius nodded. McGonagall, head of the downstairs, always on top of things. Sirius had always liked her despite what his mother said about her habits and dress.

“Right, okay.”

James nodded back, and was turning to go when he halted, hand on the door nob, and turned, “Sirius?”

No, no, just leave, James. Sirius chanted at him in his head. He would slip up again. James was all he had and he would slip up again, “Hm?”

James tilted his head a little, “Are you okay?”

Sirius exhaled a shaky breath, closing his eyes. Because of course. James, all he had, his first and only friend, and the only person to ever ask him that, ever. He savored it, he let it melt the walls away. He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t sure he’d even tried properly—wasn’t sure he could try properly, but he couldn’t shut him out. Not James.

“Sirius?” Worry clouded James’ voice now.

Sirius opened his eyes and nodded quickly, “Yes. Yes, fine. Just…” He tok a breath, words coming out with his exhale, exhausted, “you know how I get at these things.”

James nodded slowly, as if weighing it for truthfulness, “Right.” He turned to go but turned once more, “You’d say, wouldn’t you? You’d tell me if it was more?”

Sirius melted a little more. Care and kindness was not something he was experienced with, and he fumbled to handle it each and every time. His conscious screamed a few things that his mind didn’t quite comprehend yet.

I’m so lonely I can barely stand it.

Everything I need is right here. Everything I want is right here and so far.

I’m a king and he’s not.

That last was especially dangerous. He didn’t know what would happen if he let that one come to full comprehension.

“Sure. ‘course.” Sirius bit the inside of his bottom lip, “Of course I would, James. Have a good night, yeah?”

James flashed him an uneasy grin and left fully this time, door shutting softly behind him.

Sirius let out a breath he had been holding. His sheets were silk. His crown was pure gold. His clothes were the finest all around. His cellar was full of riches and coin. His home was a castle. His birthright was a country and a beautiful queen.

And yet, at that moment, he would have traded it all for a bit of plain chocolate cake and the sandy hair and kind smile that went with it. And he didn’t know why. He knew which should be more promising, but he also knew which one actually was.

He left for the party with heavy feet and a conflicted mind.

~

The party was brilliant and soft. The lanterns shone out against the dusky sky and laughter filled the summer garden. The patterns in the paper placed around the candles cast intricate patterns on the guest’s faces, making them seem to be a part of the flowers that surrounded them. Sirius wished he could enjoy it all more, honestly, he did. He lived for summer evenings. But his mother was cackling at his elbow, his brother sulking at his other, and his father downing scotch after scotch across from him, all while pretentious dukes and nobles and their wives laughed and practically bowed on the spot. Anything to gain favor. Sirius stood, back straight to avoid a glare and nails digging painfully into his neck, but it was all he could do to not slap the lot of them. But he had become fluent in the art of restraint early in his life. For many reasons.

He turned to Regulus, seeking at least some refuge, “Fancy a swim tomorrow?”

Regulus didn’t even look at him, “Not particularly.”

Sirius blinked, staring at his little brother for too long. His mind played images of them only a few years ago, snorting at the table and sneaking off from parties to some mischief. For the life of him, Sirius couldn’t say what had gone wrong. Another question, it seemed, the royal blood did not get him the answer to.

He sighed, turning away, “Right then. Nice of you to let me down lightly.”

Regulus glared sharply at him but turned away again, wordless.

“Sirius!”

Sirius’ stomach clenched at his mother’s voice—the singsong one she used in company. He flicked the corners of his lips up almost on instinct, turning towards the sound and whoever it was he was meant to greet. He nearly lost the slapped on smile, however, when he saw who that was.

“Sirius, darling, meet Anthea. Anthea Cerberus. You know the family…” His mother muttered the last part in his ear.

Sirius stared at the young girl for a moment. She looked around his age, maybe a few years younger. Her eyes were practically black against the swirling pattern of light that a lantern was slanting across her face, and although Sirius knew it was the lighting darkening the brown irises, it unnerved him. She looked soft and flush, just like the rest of the guests, but her gaze did not. Sirius listed off what he knew in his head. His age, female, introduced to him by his mother who followed the introduction by hissing a reminder of her status in his ear. Sirius gulped down the dread that was rising in his chest.

“Ms. Cerberus-“

“Oh, do call her Anthea, boy!”

Sirius grit his teeth, letting the pleasure he took in the slip up of his mother’s tone into his veins. He took the hand she was presumptuously offering, “Anthea. Pleasure is mine.”

She let out a little laugh, biting on her lip in a way that he was sure was suppose to look sweet, “I’m sure.”

He scoffed ever so softly under his breath, “Are you?”

Sirius flinched at the familiar dig of his mother’s nails onto the flesh where his neck met his shoulder. His back straightened instinctively and his heart picked up. They retreated, and he could feel the sharp sting where the crescent shapes had broken skin.

“Anthea lives just in Akeldama. You know Akeldama.” The queen’s voice was back and strong, dripping with false adoration.

“Oh yes, wonderful hunting.” Sirius had never been hunting in his life and never would if he could help it.

“Quite right!” She fanned herself with the small embroidered fan she held. Two snakes with entertained necks blinked at Sirius from the stitching, “Perhaps one day you can catch me something. Something… big and bloodied.” Her eyes had lit up in a way that made Sirius want to positively run.

“Yes…” He swallowed, keeping the smile up, “Perhaps-“

Sirius broke off, a movement from just beyond the lights catching his eye. He wasn’t even sure how he noticed it until he realized what exactly he was looking at. A face peaking out from between trees. More importantly, a face with a nose that sloped up just a bit at the end and caramel hair.

Sirius blinked a few times, then turned back to Anthea, knowing he had paused for too long to appear normal but attempting to recover anyway, “Yes, absolutely. Perhaps, in the meantime, I can offer you…” He glanced over to the dessert table, “something sweet?”

She giggled, although it didn’t sound like a giggle. It was horribly high pitched and came out through her nose.

“Oh yes, please.”

He left the girl and his mother, who were gushing about his gentlemanly actions, with no plan on returning.

He weaved through the crowds of people towards the long table that was laden to the brim with sweets and cakes and puddings. He nicked a plate and started from one end. He made his way through the table, taking two of every dessert that visibly contained or that he knew to contain any form of chocolate. When he was done, the plate was only just nearing too piled and he looked at it with satisfaction. If anything qualified as a piece offering, this was it. With a last glance towards where he could just see the tops of his mother and Anthea’s heads, he disappeared from under the lights, arcing around the trees, which he knew to ring a small clearing, where he had seen Remus’ face moments earlier.

He walked briskly until he was at the opposite edge of the clearing, fully able to see Remus’ back as he watched the party from the safety of the trees. His hands were pressed to the bark of the one to his left, wrapping around it and letting his temple rest against it. Sirius thought he heard soft humming in time to the music. Sirius took quiet, slow, steps until he was just behind Remus.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage,

“A fairy’s ring.” Remus jumped out of his skin and Sirius grinned, “That’s what they call this.”

Remus let out a huff that could have been a laugh and turned, “Jesus fucking…”

“It’s suppose to have powers… of some sort.” Sirius interrupted him and pretended to look around at the darkening trees, the lights of the party only just filtering through them, when really he was watching Remus from the corner of his eye. Finally, he shrugged, eyes falling back on Remus fully, “If you believe in that sort of thing.”

Remus stood there quietly, watching Sirius with guarded eyes. When he said nothing, Sirius strode forward the last few steps to see the party as Remus had seen it, from between the trees. He spied his mother with her crown and cape almost instantly. You could not hear her cackle or falseness from here. You could not hear the snide, narrow-minded comments from here. You could not smell the reek of alcohol off his father from here. They all looked so happy from here. He wondered if Remus knew the truth.

“Looks quite lovely, doesn’t it?”

There was a few more beats of silence, until he felt Remus step up beside him, felt the warmth of his skin, “Yes. But you know that.”

His voice was guarded. The coolness stirred something in Sirius, some strange desire to do whatever he could to get rid of it. He thought of Remus in front of the oven that evening after swimming. He had felt so completely alone that day, floating in the center of the lake. But with Remus and his pink cheeks and freckled nose, he’d felt… cured? He didn’t know. Sirius shifted, clearing his throat, “I was making conversation.”

“You struggle with that.”

“With you, yes.” Sirius sighed. Again, he seemed to have stepped wrong.

He felt Remus stiffen beside him, then shift away to lean against the tree again. The heat of his skin had been distracting in a way that Sirius was sure it shouldn’t be, and was even more so now that it had gone.

Sirius tensed at the thought, the sudden want in his chest to regain that contact, and at his fingers tightening around the plate in his hands, he remembered what he was holding. He turned, holding it out wordlessly.

Remus looked down at it, eyes wide and blinking rapidly, then looked at Sirius with the same questioning stare.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to say…” Sirius hesitated. In reality, he couldn’t really remember what he had said to make Remus leave in the first place, “I meant not offense,” He settled on instead, “and I know you like chocolate, so… think of it as a peace offering. I hear the chocolate cake is divine.”

Remus’ mouth twitched upward at that and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, hesitantly taking the plate.

I want to give him more. I want him to look at me like that again.

“I’ve… I’ve never had half of these.”

Sirius blinked, “You make all of these.”

“For you.” Remus laughed, actually laughed, and then caught himself, stuttering, “I mean for the upstairs. I mean- you know, your family.”

Sirius felt knocked askew at the guilt that rushed suddenly through him, “Oh. Well, we can sit. Or- you can sit. If you prefer.”

“No. No, it’s alright.” Remus nearly mumbled it and he dropped quickly to the ground. The light from the party cast soft shadows through the leaves against Remus’ face as he looked up at Sirius. It was better than the patterns of the lanterns and Sirius wished he could capture it somehow, “We can sit.”

He nodded, then sat too, shifting so he was shoulder to shoulder with Remus again, unable to resist feeling the warmth once more.

They sat quietly for the most part, picking at the chocolate, Remus occasionally commenting and Sirius occasionally agreeing. He didn’t take anything unless Remus offered it to him, something that he found took some restraint. He wasn’t use to being denied such trivial things. Eventually Remus scooted until he was turned around, and merely nodded in the direction of the party when Sirius raised an eyebrow. He wanted to watch. Sirius rubbed his cold shoulder softly before catching himself. He could have sworn Remus was watching the gesture, but when he really looked Remus’ eyes had darted away. The lights flickered through the leaves against his face, casting soft patterns. He offered Sirius a round truffle and Sirius took it.

He rolled it between his fingers, coating them in the bitter cocoa dust, “You like watching the dancing.”

“And you can’t cook an egg.” Remus said through a cherry sponge cake, “Anything else we’ve learned about each other?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes slightly, smile playing at his mouth, “Yes.”

“Oh, really?”

Sirius leaned forward, elbows on his knees, “You aren’t afraid to correct me.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, taking the truffle back that Sirius had yet to eat, “You aren’t afraid to insult me.” He popped it into his mouth, “So, you’re basically saying I’m head strong and can’t dance. Anything else?”

Sirius sighed, letting his head fall back against the rough tree bark, looking at Remus threw his eyelashes, eyelids hooded, “Well. I could teach you.”

Remus dropped the sponge cake onto the grass, just missing the plate, “Wh.. Sorry?”

Already Sirius’ chest was warming at the thought. The burning desire to have Remus’ palm against his almost scared him, “I could teach you. To dance. You said you knew of the Summer’s Waltz.”

“Knew of. As in can’t actually do it.” Remus’ neck was flushed with unsureness.

“Yes,” Sirius drew out the word, pushing himself up, dusting his hands off on his pants, and then offering one to Remus, “And I could teach you. As in assist you until you know it.” He added the last part playfully.

Remus just looked up at Sirius, eyes raking up and down his figure and then flicking momentarily down to his own, “I’m not wearing shoes.”

Sirius considered this, then looked down. He glanced up at Remus repeatedly, smirking at the shocked expression on his face as he undid his own boots, letting the grass cool his feet. He held out his hand once more, “Neither am I.”

Remus couldn’t describe that feeling in his chest as he slowly reached out and pressed his fingers around Sirius’. It was delight. It was want. It was dread.

“You’re very persistent.” Remus grumbled.

Sirius pulled Remus up, smiling at the soft noise Remus made with the effort. The smile wavered at just how perfect the weight of Remus’ palm felt in his. He frowned slightly at their hands. He didn’t know why he was so persistent. He didn’t know why he wanted to teach Remus to dance. He looked over his shoulder, at the blurry lights of the party. He knew why he didn’t want to ask Anthea to dance. Because she was rude, and she was ghastly, and she gnawed on her lip in an attempt to be flirtatious. He turned back to Remus, eyes falling on their hands and then his face. Remus looked nervous, and he was biting his lip, but this time it made Sirius’ chest seize up. Sirius let out a breath.

Alliances must be made, Sirius.

He knew he shouldn’t want this. He’d learned… he’d thought he’d learned to control it. He’d flirted with the servant girls, even taken some of them back to his room in an attempt to prove a point, more to himself than others. He’d liked it, being with them, but he hadn’t… enjoyed it. Not exactly.

But he wanted to teach Remus to dance. He wanted to hold his hand.

And he was a prince. Why shouldn’t he have, at least for a moment, what he wants?

He realized he had been standing there far to long only when Remus started to clear his throat and pull away.

“Um. If you’ve changed your mind-“

“No.” Sirius said quickly, “No. No, I haven’t I was just-“ He was caught off guard momentarily as Remus stopped attempting to extract his hand and it settled comfortably back into Sirius’, “I was just planning.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Planning?”

Sirius took a step forward, “Of sorts. Now,” Sirius took Remus’ other hand and pressed it gently to the shoulder of his arm not holding Remus’ other hand, “I’ll lead, so you’ll have to be the girl.”

Remus kicked Sirius’ shin and Sirius let out a loud fall of laughter, delighted that the joking side of Remus was back.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat as his laughter died down, “And I have my hand,” he tried to ignore the thrumming of his heart as he pressed his other hand to the small of Remus’ back, “here.” They were so close now that Remus stumbled forward, stepping on Sirius’ bare toes. He flushed but said nothing of it.

“Good?” Sirius said softly, looking down at Remus. He could feel the puffs of his breath against his neck and swallowed.

Remus looked up at him quickly, like he was taking a risk, and then straight again, eyes level with Sirius’ lips, “Good.” He coughed a little, “Next step?”

Sirius smiled, “You make it sound like we’re in the kitchen, cooking something.”

Remus flashed his eyes up again, lingering a little longer this time, and offering a smile of his own. He adjusted his hand and it ended up pressed closer to Sirius’, “Is it really that different?”

Sirius tried not to tighten his grip, “Suppose not, no…”

“So? Steps?”

Sirius jolted a little, “Yes- Yes. Yes, steps. Right.”

It was easier than Sirius had expected. Remus followed carefully and precisely for the most part, having an easier time of it once Sirius told him to step forward whenever he stepped back and vise versa. They laughed a little at small mistakes, but other than that it was only Sirius murmuring soft instructions and counting under his breath, a sound only accompanied by the settling wind in the trees. Sirius savored the way their eyes followed each other, the way only their wrists touched when the spun, and how they came back together nearly seamlessly.

Finally, Sirius lifted their hands up, pressing their fingers together until they were palm against palm, practically nose to nose, the final movement. Remus was looking at him this time, chin having to tilt upwards a little, lips parted.

“Like that?” He could feel Remus’ uneven breathing.

“Yes.” Sirius was sure his was the same. He almost couldn’t focus on the words. Remus’ hand was smooth, with a few working callouses littering the crest of his palm. His eyes were golden in the nearly faded light. “Just like that.”

Just like that. Just like that Sirius felt it in every cell of his body. His heart pumped it through his veins, his mind sparked it through his limbs. He wanted to kiss Remus. He wanted to so badly.

He stepped back, and the want dragged like a hook in his chest, attempting to drag him painfully forward once more.

“Just like that.” Sirius bent to pull his shoes back on, to hide the rapid rising of his chest, the flush on his neck, the panic and need in his eyes.

“Oh.” Sirius could see the way Remus’ now empty hand was opening and closing a few times, stretching the fingers out, “Well. Maybe once more-“

“I should probably get back to the party.” He needed a moment. Just a moment away, to regain his composer.

“Oh.” The hurt in his voice was overpowering, “Right. ‘Course you do.”

Sirius straightened, eyes almost pleading, “Not like that.” Please don’t be angry with me.

Remus turned back around sharply from where Sirius hadn’t realized he’d turned away, “Not like what?” His tone was almost… hopeful.

Sirius had never felt so conflicted in his life. The party lights were no longer beautiful, instead they felt like they were burning into the back of his neck. He wanted to stay here, in the cool, softness of this clearing with Remus. Maybe the so-called powers could trap them there, together.

He rushed forward, closing the few steps between them and took Remus’ hand again, pressing it between his own. If he had to go back to the party, he at least needed this.

“Come to the lake tomorrow. The one on the south grounds. Can you manage? At noon.”

When Remus nodded Sirius felt a wild relief. He very well could have kissed him again.

“Say it back so I know you’ll remember.”

Remus blinked. How on earth could he forget? He said it anyway, “Lake. South grounds. Noon.”

Tomorrow.” Sirius repeated urgently.

“Tomorrow.” Remus repeated once more, standing there until Sirius disappeared into the crowd of royals, hand warm and heart thumping.

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Lori Tony Loud Commission 

and Lily “The Ransom” Loud

Royal Woods


Retrofitted with strength enhancing Brass Knuckles, courtesy of Lisa. Lori can violently kill anyone that gets in her way with single punches and kill group with a charged swipe. That comes at a cost of having no control of her strength causing any attempt to pick up weapons to be potentially lethal for her. This means Lori can’t use anything besides her Brass Knuckles not that she cares. Her warpath will not stop till she and her siblings find and rescue Lily. Till then only death awaits those who get in her way.

Poor poor Lily did nothing wrong and is now in the hands of some Italian Mobster. Or is it poor Italians as they have no idea what kind of monsters they stole a baby from.  

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This Day in 1D History - November 19

|| HIGHLIGHTS || ~ Royal Variety Performance (2012); London Session, Ep. 4 (2015); Niam at Seacrest (2015); Jimmy Kimmel (2015); Louis and Steve take Vegas (2016)


2010: 

2011: 

  • Harry gets ask to sing “I’m sexy and I know it” at the album signing in Dublin 😂😂

2012: 

  • 1D meet the Queen while recording the Royal Variety Performance!!!

2013: 

  • Lily Allen has a few familiar faces on her flight into NY (via her Insta)

2014: 

  • Narry Zambo interview posted 

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ranking flower names (swedish)

a spinoff to my ranking of fruit names! flowers can have just the cutest - or weirdest - names, so i wanted to make a list about them. listing flowers whose names aren’t very similar to english (so like, no lavender or rose).

påsklilja (daffodil): this literally means easter lily. they rarely manage to bloom exactly when easter actually is. it’s okay though. it’s a pretty name. better than daffodil imo. 6/10

prästkrage (daisy, the taller kind): priest’s collar. not really a pretty name, but very accurate description of what the flower looks like. 5.4/10

tusensköna (daisy, but like really small, grows in lawns): thousand beauty. look me in the eyes and tell me that’s not the cutest name you’ve ever heard. 1000/10

vitsippa (wood anemone): very clear and literal name. vit means white, and that’s the colour of the flower. sippa indicates that it’s part of the anemone family. 7/10 for being this clear, but a little boring.

blåsippa (hepatica): the name suggests that this is just like the vitsippa but blue, and apperantly new resarch supports this flower to be in the same family as anemones, but in sweden these are protected, you’re not allowed to pick them, unlike wood anemones. there’s even a childrens’ song about picking hepatica, it’s very old, but kids today don’t know that and therefore think it’s okay to pick them. 1/10 for tricking children like this.

solros (sunflower): sun rose. okay. it’s not a rose at all though. 4/10

hyacint (hyacinth): ok i KNOW this one is very similar to english and therefore shouldn’t be in this list but i love the name ok it’s 10/10 leave me alone

syren (lilac): according to swedish grammar rules of pronounciation, the emphasis should be on the y here (like the word syre, oxygen), but it isn’t. it’s on the e. syreeeeen. you could solve this by adding a ´ to the e. like in matiné. but we don’t. the word is spelled that way. 10/10 for how it sounds but 0/10 for it’s spelling.

löjtnanshjärta (bleeding heart): lieutenant’s heart. sounds noble, doesn’t it? sounds important. and they sure look like a troop, the way they line up. 8.8/10

maskros (dandelion): worm rose. um. you’re not a rose either. and i’m not sure where you get the worm part from. i do like the name though, sounds hardcore, just like this flower is. it’s strong as heck. 5/10

ringblomma (marigold): circle flower. i’m very curious about who decided that this particular flower would get that name? it’s not like it’s the only one that’s round? 5.9/10

pelargon (geranium): cute!! also sounds kinda funny. i like saying it. maybe it’s because it’s in a sketch and i crack up everytime. idk. 8/10

tussilago (coltsfoot): it frustrates me that i can’t define what puts me off about this name, but it sure is something. 2/10

smörblomma (buttercup): guuuurl this is such a good name!! like if i didn’t know better i’d legit think you made butter from these flowers, because of their texure on the petals. 9.3/10

vallmo (poppy): oh doesn’t this sound lovely when you say it. the flow. just like how they move in a light breeze. vallmo…. vallmo 10/10

nejlika (carnation): also a very pretty name! i mean if you’d devide this into nej and lika it would mean no and alike and that makes no sense but as one word? it’s perfect! 8.9/10

liljekonvalj (lily of the valley): again i loooove the flow of this word. easily one of the prettiest words we have in this language. 11/10

förgätmigej (forgetmenot): this is the same name as in english, but in swedish. förgät is however a very old way of saying forget, today we say glömma (and imperative would be glöm) instead. but try to say glömmiginte. that just sounds suuuuper weird. it would be like saying dontforgetme in english. i’m glad we’re throwing in old swedish in this. 7.6/10

orkidé (orchid): this is like tussilago but the oppoiste? i wanna point out what i like with this but i can’t define it? i just really like it. maybe it’s because it sounds a little french. 8.6/10

blåklocka (bluebell): again a literal translation. and who can blame us, it’s exactly what the flower looks like. but unlike vitsippa this also sounds very beautiful. 8.1/10

fingerborgsblomma (foxglove): thimble flower. because the petals look like you could put them on your finger when you’re sewing. wouldn’t recommend actually doing it though, i believe they’re poisonous? 3/10

kungsängslilja (checkerd lily): look at how MaJEsTIC this sounds!!! king meadow lily. a royal flower indeed. does remind me of a village and company name though (kungsängen). the company makes beds. a weird connection. 9/10 still sounds royal af.

myskmadra (woodruff): imagine if lynda woodruffs name was lynda myskmadra.. i can see why they didn’t choose it. love the name in itself though. sounds mystical, makes me think of dark forests and earthy smells. and witches. 9.9/10

midsommarblomster (cranesbill): I. LOVE IT! what a lovely name to give a flower, to make people think of midsummer, the magical holiday and highlight of june. and it sounds just loooovely. 12/10

kaprifol (honeysuckle): YES. good. there’s something powerful in this. if kungsängslilja is the prom king kaprifol is the queen. and if the king does her wrong she will not hesitate to take him out. she shows no mercy to those who bring injustice to society. 10/10.

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The Queen’s Brooches

  1. The Williamson Diamond - The central stone of this flower-shaped brooch is considered one of the finest pink diamonds ever discovered, 23.6 carat pink diamond. A wedding present by the Canadian geologist and royalist, Dr. John Thorburn Wililamson. The Queen had the stone cut and set into this brooch in 1953. Her Majesty is wearing lavender and pearls here at Prince Edward’s wedding to Sofie Rhys-Jones in 1999.
  2. City of London Lily Brooch - This Lily brooch was given to the Queen by the City of London when she was given the Freedom of the City in 1947.
  3. The Australian Wattle Brooch - Yellow diamonds represent the wattle, the national flower.  Also, diamonds with a slightly blue color signify mimosa leaves, forming a background for diamond tea tree blossoms.
  4. Ture Lover’s Knot Brooch - This is the largest and fanciest bow brooch in the Queen’s collection. Queen Mary aquired this from Garrards in the 1930s. Her Majesty wore this brooch on Prince William’s and Kate Middleton’s wedding day.
marauders x 100 midnight thoughts
  1. “I wonder why McGonagall wears that hat all the time”
  2. “dyou guys think Evans would say yes if I asked her to Hogsmeade?”
  3. “I really do have fabulous hair, dont I?” “shut up, Padfoot.”
  4. “I could use a butterbeer right now”
  5. “if we cut our hair, would our animagi form be shaved?”
  6. “I should not have eaten that second piece of pie”
  7. “where IS Sirius??”
  8. “I wonder if anyone lives on the moon”
  9. “its so bloody dark in here”
  10. “did any of you see that cat in Dumbledore’s office?”
  11. “why are there so many staircases?”
  12. “why does Padfoot get all the girls”
  13. “I really hate tomatoes”
  14. “could I learn to actually speak dog?”
  15. “I’m seriously considering sneaking out”
  16. “why do we keep so much stuff on the floor?”
  17. “MERLIN’S BEARD Moony, your books weigh tons!”
  18. “what was that crashing noise? is someone sneaking out???”
  19. “did we have herbology homework?”
  20. “I need to get less linty socks”
  21. “why do americans think tomato rhymes with potato?”
  22. “I hope I didn’t fail that exam…”
  23. “how did I get stuck with Wormtail for a nickname”
  24. “we need to add the new passage to the map”
  25. “how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?”
  26. “I just realised I’m not wearing any pants”
  27. “any particular reason Padfoot isn’t wearing pants?”
  28. “how many days until the holidays?”
  29. “I really fancy a chocolate frog about now”
  30. “to whom it may concern: I’ll kill you for eating all the chocolate frogs”
  31. “how best to ask Evans to Hogsmeade…”
  32. “don’t be surprised if I’m not at lessons tomorrow”
  33. “I can’t BELIEVE we lost that match”
  34. “full moon next week.. we’d better start preparing”
  35. “stars above, Wormtail, where have you been hiding all that food?”
  36. “but what do the Muggles use the internet for
  37. “just because you’ve grown up magical doesn’t mean we all have”
  38. “that idiot Malfoy set my robes on fire this morning”
  39. “double transfiguration tomorrow”
  40. “and McGonagall is already onto us…”
  41. “I still do not understand how she could hang out with him
  42. “brooding about Snivellus again, Prongs?”
  43. “midnight is my brooding time”
  44. “I absolutely cannot take another holiday with my abysmal family”
  45. “Prongs, I’m cold” “Padfoot you idiot you’ve left the window open”
  46. “where’s the light coming from? whuzzat?”
  47. “one more chapter guys, then I promise I’m done”
  48. “remind me to deck you in the morning, Prongs”
  49. “running low on Honeydukes supply…”
  50. “tomorrow, homework. tonight, we prank the Slytherins.”
  51. “Prongs, why are you making the annoyed deer noise?”
  52. “we’re just… stuck here in school while a war happens. it’s infuriating”
  53. “now is not the right time to be existential”
  54. “yeah, or to have a death wish”
  55. “do you ever wanna just…. leave”
  56. “why am I even friends with you”
  57. “dogs are man’s best friend, remember?”
  58. “I think I should write inspirational sayings for a living”
  59. “I’m hungry. let’s bribe the house elves into letting us into the kitchen”
  60. “you are literally always hungry. shut up”
  61. “that thing you’re thinking? stop thinking it”
  62. “but like… why do you think my animagus is a rat?”
  63. “I’m emotionally unstable, Padfoot”
  64. “everything is louder when you’re a dog”
  65. “hold up. you’re telling me we were supposed to attend classes today?”
  66. “it’s a tuesday, idiot. of course we were meant to be in class”
  67. “that one girl… looking at us weirdly… she knOWS OUR SECRET !!!”
  68. “paranoia doesn’t suit you, Moony”
  69. “my feet… so cold… of all the unfairness…”
  70. “road trip. what we need is a road trip. all five of us.”
  71. five of us, Prongs? when did we become five?’
  72. “when His Royal Dorkishness finally convinced Lily he wasn’t a jerk”
  73. “we could take a car, a real muggle one !”
  74. “I call shotgun.” “you can’t call shotgun on a nonexistent trip” “watch me”
  75. “I’m adopting a bird” “you already have a bird. feathery, delivers mail?”
  76. “why doesn’t Hogwarts have a musical?”
  77. “okay but hear me out…” “nothing good ever started with that”
  78. “burn it. you can’t fool me, Pads, I saw the letter from your mum. burn it.”
  79. “is your hair… in braids ??????????
  80. “how do you think people would react if I just started wearing a tiara”
  81. “better pay attention in defence next week- werewolf unit”
  82. “who exactly does our laundry? its not me. is it you? dumbledore?”
  83. “the house elves, you dolt, the house elves”
  84. “yeah, and all my clothes are darks. whats up with that?”
  85. “it’s a side effect of being punk rock, I think”
  86. “I’ve got ten galleons on that match tomorrow, make me proud Prongs”
  87. “can you make sure Lily’s watching?”
  88. “you should look over at her every 2-3.5 minutes to make sure”
  89. “actually I think I’ll just appoint Moony to watch her the whole time”
  90. “but why… do we wear shoes… or even socks…”
  91. “guYs I’m an artist !!!! I drew a smiley with perfect proportions!”
  92. “oh so Padfoot can have a man bun but on me it just looks weird?”
  93. “is someone hurt ??? there’s wailing?? are you dYing ??????” 
  94. “nah, Wormtail’s just singing in the shower again”
  95. “merry christmas!” “mate its april go back to sleep”
  96. “I’ve got it. I’ll send myself a flattering howler and then lily will hear…”
  97. “…and think you’re a self absorbed idiot. face it, Prongs.”
  98. “tomorrow, the full moon.”
  99. “tomorrow, we help Moony survive. whatever it takes.”
  100. “tomorrow, I’ll survive for them. whatever it takes.”

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Viktuuri, modern day royalty au

Viktor sees him across the room, sipping champagne and talking to diplomats, resplendent in his starched white military uniform decorated with golden medals, and remembers the heated words and kisses exchanged during their last encounter. The memory of His Imperial Highness Yuuri Katsuki’s fingertips has been indelibly etched into his skin, making him shiver even in a stuffy room full of dancing couples and cheer. 

Yuuri’s dark eyes lock with his, startling in their intensity, and Viktor feels something inside him crumble at the small curve of the Crown Prince’s smile.

Anastasia - October 14, 2017 Matinee

I just got back from Anastasia and I’m still internally screaming despite it ending like 4 hours ago. here’s my detailed explanation description. (and I mean very, VERY detailed. a lot of it is under a cut bc I get into super spoilery territory)

  • Zach was on as Dimitry, and Ian and Kristen were on for Zach and Molly respectively. ZACH. DIMITRY.
  • before anyone asks, I didn’t record an audio. I got so caught up in the moment I forgot lol whoops.
  • honest to god, even before the curtain went up I was crying when I heard the opening notes of the Prologue.
  • NICOLE IS SO ADORABLE
  • during Last Dance Of The Romanovs, the suitor dancing with Kristen didn’t lift her properly and right after they looked at each other and he was like “whoops”
  • the death of the Romanovs actually scared me like they made it terrifying with the window shattering effects and the red EVERYTHING
  • Lily can actually be seen comforting the Dowager Empress after Last Dance Of The Romanovs
  • yes, I internally screamed when Ramin came on. don’t judge me.

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