the band that would be king

anonymous asked:

Okay but Justin dating Paris Jackson would be so iconic like the prince of pop dating the king of pop's daughter FUCK i do know that she's dating someone right now some guy from a band but like Jaris is such a concept

Lmao plus Michael Jackson is his idol and to date his daughter would be living up to his dream lmao but I think Justin doesn’t really care anymore about names. Like he wouldn’t date her because she’s MJ’s daughter…that would be kinda weird.

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In honor of #PokemonDay I wanted to share some of my most prized and retro Pokémon possessions! I have some pretty obscure goodies like Pokémon Band-Aids, Pokémon watches, erasers of Pikachu, Meowth and Blastiose, as well as a Pikachu Walkie Talkie! (I used to have the matching Meowth Walkie Talkie, but I’m not sure where it is anymore!) I included some of the figures I got at Burger King when they did their promotion way back in the day as well as some guidebooks and consoles! I thought it would be neat to compare my first ever handheld gaming console to my most recent one in the last picture! I had a fun time putting together this little display and hope you all enjoy it as well! I have a Photoset of my Pokémon Video Games Collection if you’d like to check that out as well! All of these photos can be found in high resolution on my Flickr!

Remember that time that Niall and I think Harry and Liam were interviewed in New Zealand, and the interviewer asked them what they would do if they were suddenly Mayor of Aukland, like clearly expecting immature king for a day type answers, and instead Niall was immediately like, “well, how’s your public transportation? How much are the teachers getting paid?” and so on and so forth just like, completely subverting her expectations and being funny and smart at the same time?  It makes me happy every time i think about it.  Niall is the best. 

My (Personal) GOT7 Analysis and why i love them so much

BamBam: cute af; a baby who is shedding his innocent image faster than the speed of light; super proud of his bff yugyeom’s dancing; knows everyone loves him and loves it; was so tiny(literally) when he first met jackson and mark; only problematic when he wants attention from his hyungs; hyungs are so proud of how he’s grown; quick to tell fans if he genuinely thinks they’re beautiful; KING OF FASHION; when he argues with yugyeom they probably make up 2 mins later; OWNED the karaoke episode of GOT7ing and made is bandmates so happy

Choi Youngjae:  the voice, the sun, the laugh; takes particular enjoyment in picking on Jackson and receiving love and/or spanking from JB; unproblematic af; so awkward and pure; makes every situation better by laughing out of the blue; so cute; called sunshine for a reason; loves learning and speaking english;  (i want to play video games with him so bad); loves his puppy CoCo more than life itself

Jackson Wang: proud AmeriThaiKong member; stans his bandmates; one of the most openly physically affectionate (kissed a guy on the lips on SNL too); probably mad he can’t date his bandmates (was super happy when he could date jinyoung); variety show king; loves picking on youngjae; loves being extra; small friendship things break his heart i.e. telling mark he misses rooming with him and bringing him shampoo; wears his heart on his sleeve; would marry mark and follow him to pluto; would remember the first time he met you and what you wore and said like he remembers mark had dark hair and an umbrella; respects his parents SO MUCH; a meme

Jinyoung:  hot af and knows it; looks like a wealthy prince who escapes to hang with his adorable band; could win an oscar probably; uses his amazing bum for attention; gets jealous easily and it’s rlly hot and scary; savage; happily involved in a GOT7 love triangle w Mark/Jackson; is JB’s wife; loves kissing his bandmates and is one of the most easily annoyed but also physically affectionate; has an angsty love/hate relationship with yugyeom that’s hot af, probably has dreams about him where they do things other than argue if you know what i mean

JB: King; most baddass leader in town; can probably calm his bandmates down with the sound of his voice; intimidating but super sweet with fans; could probably be president; glows when he smiles and laughs; has some of the most interesting fashion choices; is super cute with the macknae line; would marry youngjae; is super attracted to youngjae; already married to jinyoung;  probably can read jinyoung’s thoughts at this point; charismatic af; skydived with zero fear and glowed afterward; secretly a superhero

Kim Yugyeom:  danced on hit the stage and shook his fans and bandmates to the core; effortlessly talented; bandmates think he’s too nice, i.e. jinyoung wanting to toughen him up; enjoys picking on jinyoung and is always shook when he compliments him; if he aint your bias he will wreck your bias list if you watch hit the stage; WATCH HIM ON HIT THE STAGE; has a crush on jinyoung and chris brown;  loves his 97′ friends like BamBam and Jungkook more than words can say; claimed to be innocent but then he grinded on Hit the Stage and impregnated e v e r y o n e

Mark Tuan: loved and respected by everyone; the eldest; tries to internalize everything but breaks down in front of his bandmates if he needs love/hugs; clingy af; pranks fuel him; super good at reading everyone’s feelings; lives for extreme sports; would marry jackson in 2 seconds; would marry jinyoung too; one of the members besides jackson and jinyoung who is the most physically affectionate; gorgeous; bandmates love staring at his face; shy but wild, seemingly fearless, parasailed and skydived on Hard Carry and broke me; fucks w gravity 25/7; kissing level 10000 i.e. dipping BamBam on kiss the radio simultaneously wrecking BamBam and everyone

GOT7 as a whole:  A GIANT SHIP; A SPACESHIP;  CREATED MUSIC VIDEOS ABOUT SAVING EACHOTHER,  WILL DESTROY YOU AND RAISE YOU FROM THE DEAD;  WEAR MAKEUP SO WELL THEY WILL MAKE YOU WATCH MAKEUP TUTORIALS;  THEY FCKING LOVE EACHOTHER SO MUCH I WANT THEM ALL TO BE IN ROMANCE MOVIES WITH EACHOTHER; CUTE; DORKY; GAY AF; HAS 19384572308 SHIPS AND THEY’RE ALL IMPORTANT; 7 OR NEVER, 7 OR NOTHING; INVENTED THE WORD FRIENDSHIP

LoS Part 1: Snippets from Tumblr

From tumblr:

1.  “Actually, it’s short for Maximum Lightwood,” said Magnus. “As in the most amount of Lightwood you can have.”

2.  Far below them the world spun by, a patchwork of summer-gold fields, green hills, and luminous, winding rivers of blue and green. It was beautiful, but Julian could not take his eyes off his brother. So this is the Wild Hunt, he thought. This freedom, this expanse, this ferocity of joy. For the first time, he understood how and why Mark’s choice to stay with his family might not be an easy one. For the first time he thought in wonder of how much his brother must love him after all, to consider giving up the sky for his sake.

3. And even odder, when Mark and Kieran had come into the library, Kieran had gone immediately over to Max and picked him up, delighted by his blue skin and his tiny horns.Max had stuck his hand into Kieran’s wavy hair and pulled. Kieran had just laughed. “That’s right, it changes color, little nixie-like warlock,” he said. “Look.” And his hair went from blue-black to blue in an instant. Max giggled.“I didn’t know you could do that on purpose,” said Mark, who had always thought of Kieran’s hair as a reflection of his moods, uncontrollable as the tides.“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Mark Blackthorn,” Kieran said, setting Max down.Alec and Magnus had exchanged a look at that, the sort of look that made Mark feel as if they had reached a silent and agreed-upon consensus …

4.  “You’re going to have to learn to live with it,” Jules said. “Even if it horrifies you, Emma. Even if it makes you sick. Just like I’m going to have to live with whatever other boyfriends you have, because we are forever no matter how, Emma, no matter what you want to call what we have, we will always be us.”

5. They threw their weapons down and hurled themselves toward the row of horses, one after the other — Livvy leapt at Julian, throwing her arms around his neck. Mark flung himself from his horse and landed to find himself being hugged tightly by Dru and Tavvy. Ty came more quietly, but with the same incandescent happiness on his face. He waited for Livvy to be done nearly strangling her brother and then stepped in to take Julian’s hands.And Julian, who Kit had always thought of as an almost frightening model of control and distance, grabbed his brother and yanked him close, his hands twisting in the back of Ty’s shirt. His eyes were shut, and Kit had to look away.He had never had anyone but his father, and he was sure beyond any words that his father had never loved him like that.

6. “Clary, what are you not telling me?”There was a long silence. Clary looked out toward the dark water, biting her lip. Finally, she spoke. “Jace asked me to marry him.”“Oh!” Emma had already begun opening her arms to hug the other girl when she caught sight of Clary’s expression. She froze. “What’s wrong?”

7. There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.

8. There was a commotion atop the pavilion, and a single blast from a horn shattered the murmuring quiet in the clearing. The gentry looked up. A tall figure had appeared beside the throne. He was all in white, salt-white, with a doublet of white silk and gauntlets of white bone. White horns curled from either side of his head, startling against the blackness of his hair. A gold band encircled his forehead.Cristina exhaled. “The King.”Emma could see his profile: it was beautiful. Clear, precise, clean like a drawing of something perfect. Emma couldn’t have described the shape of his eyes or cheekbones or the crook of his mouth, and she lacked Jules’ ability to paint it, but she knew it was uncanny and wonderful and that she would remember the face of the King of the Seelie Court for all of her life.He turned, bringing his face into full view. Emma heard Cristina gasp faintly. The King’s face was divided down the middle. The right side was the face of a handsome young man, luminous with youth and beauty. The left side was an inhuman mask, gray skin tight and leathery over bone, eyesocket empty and black, mottled with red scars.Kieran, bound to the tree, looked once at the monstrous face of his father and turned his head away, his chin dropping, tangled dark hair falling to hide his eyes.

9. When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”

10. “It can’t last,” Emma said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way out of his ribcage. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”

11. “I have always needed you, Kieran,” Mark said. “I have needed you to live. I’ve always needed you so much, I never had a chance to think about whether we were good for each other or not.”Kieran sat up. “That is honest,” he said, finally. “I cannot fault you there.”

12. Cristina spread her hands apart in bewilderment, and winced. Mark’s expression turned to one of concern.“You’re not in pain?” he said.“No,” she said. “Are you?”“You’re near me,” he said. “There is no reason for me to hurt.”

13.  “I know.” Mark brushed his lips across her forehead. Cristina could feel his heart pounding. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll fix it.”

14.  Kieran sat up rather reluctantly. The waves of his hair had lightened to blue; he turned around, and leaned back against Mark, rather as if they were on horseback and Mark was behind.

15. Kieran shook his head. “I cannot do it,” he said.“Kier —“ Mark began angrily, but Kieran had his head down, like a beaten dog. His hair fell, sweat-tangled, into his face, and his shirt and the waist of his breeches were soaked in blood. “You’re bleeding again. I thought you said you were healing?”“I thought I was,” Kieran said softly. “Mark, leave me here —“A hand touched Mark’s shoulder. Cristina. She had put her knife away. She looked at him, levelly. “I’ll help you get him over the wall.”

16. “Not one of my best,” said Magnus, to Kieran. “I apologize — I’m not a big fan of your father’s.”“My father does not have fans.” Kieran leaned against the edge of the table. “He has subjects. And enemies.”“And sons.”“His sons are his enemies,” said Kieran, without inflection.

I love how the further Dragon Age progresses as a series, the more retroactively badass everything the warden did in the first game becomes.

I mean, the guy you pulled out of a cage can become the freaking Arishok. That odd woman you meet in the tavern and decide to bring along can become Divine Victoria. Alistair can be king. That witch who turned into a dragon when you fought her was actually an ancient elven god. If we count Dragon!Andraste and the arch demon, that’s three potential dragon gods you can kill in that game.

You manage to resolve tense political situations that would take other groups months of efforts and tons of diplomatic resources and military presence with just yourself, your colourful band of misfit/murderous companions, and your dog. In under a year. 

You can even make friends with one of those insane darkspawn magisters that almost destroys the world in DA:I. Just like, palling around with him. Swapping notes. Doing trust building exercises while everyone else is losing their shit over Corypheus.

And it’s just hilarious because the Hero of Ferelden is this person who some of the most powerful individuals in Thedas will actually fall in line behind, this ridiculously competent and influential figure who solves world-ending problems like they’re Sunday morning crosswords, and it’s going to be useless in the coming crisis because they can’t bring the warden back.

the broken ones (m) | preview

Originally posted by jeonbase

goblin inspired.

muses: corporate heir!jungkook. ceo!yoongi. ceo startup!reader.
genre: fluff, angst, smut.

Warning: “Darling, I love the broken ones.”


There was nothing more you hate than having to stand two straight hours in a 6 inch heels, holding a glass of Chateu Margaux that you’ll never finish, drowning in the slow rhythm no one danced to whilst trying to retain the smallest crumb of self-control as to not make a beeline for the inviting double doors where the valets await to return your Audi in front of the doorsteps. But ah, you’d arrived here with Jungkook as he’d hinted a few times too many that you came together. Just to feed the press something to chew on for next few days.

Your eyes wandered through the dress adored figures and suited bodies in search for said boy who you found in less than a heartbeat. When you’re the corporate heir of J&J Group, there’s nothing that can hide your from the spotlight of swooning heiress and a couple lonely corporate wives. And if it wasn’t the forming crowd of the female species that drew you, it would be the uncontained giggle of drunken lovers with painted features in hopes to attract the eye of the gala. 

Lovers. Jungkook had a lot of those, far too many than both fingers combined and no further than a phone call away. They’d come running without him having to say the words of courting nor profess his undying love with flowers in their doorsteps.

Love. It was another thing that the young heir was full of too. There was never a spot too small or unfitting in his heart. If the opposite sex needed it, then he would, without a moment’s hesitation, gather her in his arms and show her what it meant to be treated as the queen she is. He would cherish her, worship her, kiss every inch over her skin and whisper her perfection. But it would only be for tonight. As Jeon Jungkook had many lovers and he loved them all.

“But baby, you’re my favorite.” He would murmur against the sensitive flesh of your neck, arms banded around your waist as he trailed butterflies down your shoulders. He never failed to tell you each night you spent together in his king bed, glistening with sweat and lust and greed and love.

the raven cycle masterlist of quotes/scenes (bold is faves)
  • it was a young man in slacks and a sweater, hair rumpled. he was not quite transparent, but he wasn’t quite there, either. his figure was as murky as dirty water, his face indistinct. there was no identifying feature to him apart from his youth. he was so young-that was the hardest part to get used to. 
  • is this how we make our way to death? blue wondered. a stumbling fade out instead of a self-aware finale?
  • She asked, “Will you tell me your name?” He faced her and she realized with shock that he wore an Aglionby sweater. “Gansey,” he said. Though his voice was quiet, it wasn’t a whisper. It was a real voice spoken from someplace almost too far away to hear. Blue couldn’t stop staring at his mussed hair, the suggestion of staring eyes, the raven on his sweater. His shoulders were soaked, she saw, and the rest of his clothing rain spattered, from a storm that hadn’t happened yet. This close, she could smell something minty that she wasn’t sure was unqiue to him or unique to spirits. He was so real. When it finally happened, when she finally saw him, it didn’t feel like magic at all. It felt like looking into the grave and seeing it look back at her. “is that all?” she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. “That’s all there is.” He fell to his knees, a soundless gesture for a boy with no real body. One hand splayed in the dirt, fingers pressed to the ground. 
  • “You missed World Hist. I thought you were dead in a ditch.”
  • His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain. 
  • Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who’d proven themselves worthy. The way Gansey saw it was this: If you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look. 
  • “Fate,” Blue replied, glowering at her mother, “is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”
  • Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
  • Gansey’s invented apartment was a dreamer’s laboratory…and everywhere, everywhere, there were books. Not the tidy stacks of an intellectual attempting to impress, but the slumping piles of a scholar obsessed. 

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Sixth Queen Theory

Lauren is theorising again. Duck for cover people this will not end well. But I was having some Thoughts about the mystery sixth queen. I think the biggest theory for this so far is that she’s Feyre’s mother and I just…Can’t quite get on board with that, there’s something about it that bothers me. SO. Here is an alternative: 

‘I said, “Where is Father?” It felt like the only safe thing to say.
“In Neva,” Nesta said, naming one of the largest cities on the continent. “Trading with some merchants from the other half of the world. And attending a summit about the threat above the wall. A threat I wonder if you’ve come back to warn us about.” 

This is what Nesta says about her father’s absence when Feyre returns to her sisters in ACOMAF. But later on Feyre says this: 

“My father is away on business—and attending a meeting in Neva about the threat of Prythian.”
“Prythian?” Cassian said, twisting toward us. “Not Hybern?”
“It’s possible my sisters were mistaken—your lands are foreign to them. They merely said ‘above the wall.’ I assumed they thought it was Prythian.”

“Where is the sixth?”

The ancient queen, her blue gown heavy and rich, merely said, “She is unwell, and could not make the journey.” 

 In the letter the golden queen leaves for Rhys and the others she says this: 

Do not trust the others. The sixth queen was not ill.’ 

This is obviously what sparked the speculation but I don’t think the queen is Feyre’s mother and secretly stayed away for that. I think she was at that convention in Neva. And I think it was about the threat of Prythian. Not Hybern. Why bring that up again if not to hint at that idea? I think even then the queens were working with Hybern and Jurian. 

 “Because the King of Hybern is indeed about to launch a war, and he wants to resurrect Jurian to do it.”

Jurian—the ancient warrior whose soul Amarantha had imprisoned within that hideous ring as punishment for killing her sister. The ring that contained his eye …

[…]

Mor groaned, “Why would the king want to resurrect Jurian? He was so odious. All he liked to do was talk about himself.”

 Why indeed did the king want to resurrect Jurian? The answer was that he became an emissary to the queens. 


“You made a very big mistake,” the king said to Rhysand, my mate’s arms banded around me, “the day you went after the Book. I had no need of it. I was content to let it lie hidden. But the moment your forces started sniffing around … I decided who better than to be my liaison to the human realm than my newly reborn friend, Jurian? He’d just finished all those months of recovering from the process, and longed to see what his former home had become, so he was more than happy to visit the continent for an extended visit.”

Indeed the queens smiled at him—bowed their heads. Rhys’s arms tightened in silent warning.

“The brave, cunning Jurian, who suffered so badly at the end of theWar—now my ally. Here to help me convince these queens to aid in my cause. For a price of his own, of course, but it has no bearing here. And wiser to work with me, my men, than to allow you monsters in the Night Court to rule and attack. Jurian was right to warn their Majesties that you’d try to take the Book—that you would feed them lies of love and goodness, when he had seen what the High Lord of the Night Court was capable of. The hero of the human forces, reborn as a gesture to the human world of my good faith. I do not wish to invade the continent—but to work with them.

 I feel like this all but proves this theory. We know that there is a summit happening in Neva, on the continent, that Feyre’s father attended to consider the threat that Prythian presents. We know that the Sixth Queen was missing during this time as well. We know that Jurian was sent as an emissary to the queens and that he visited the continent for an extended period of time. He was with the sixth mortal queen and those on the continent convincing them to ally with Hybern and go to war against Prythian. 

TL;DR: The queens were always working for Hybern and the Sixth was away not due to illness but because she was on the continent working to turn those people against Prythian and have them ally with Hybern. 

(I’m definitely making another post about Jurian because that….Is going to be relevant in ACOWAR and no-one is really talking about it that much but it scares me.) 

goblin!jinyoung

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

  • for the request for spirit!jinyoung!! i changed it up quite a bit as you can see, so hopefully you like the idea
  • this is also heavily based off goblin, the kdrama, but it doesn’t follow the same storyline, so much as it just uses its definition of the goblin and life consequences of the goblin

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◦ pairing: reader x hyungsik

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.9k

◦ request: gurl i think you already know who dis is ;))) but man oh man write some of that hyungsik smut 👌🏼 um i have no storyline in mind but pure smut will be right too? 😂

please please please write a hyungsik scenario where you’re obsessing over him in hwarang and he teases you about it (i saw your post and i was like same because i never paid attention to ze:a until after hwarang and i’m personally hyungsHOOK)

@tsumi-o-okashimashita@jihoon-cena@intangiblemusings

◦ a/n: @thejungcock​ I SEE YOU GIRL // Everyone is thirsty for the Hyungdick so here is something to satisfy everyone’s needs. ENJOY. 

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“Oh no…” You gasped, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. “No, no, please,” your fingers gripped tightly at your knees. “Aw, don’t cry. I’ll love you.” You whispered, trying not to drown out the sound of their voices. “I swear to God–“ you began, but quickly cut yourself off with another gasp.

Your boyfriend chuckled beside you. He laid across the couch with his hand behind his head, propping it up as he glanced up to see your reaction every once in a while. Your eyes flashed over to him in horror.

“No,” he shook his head, sitting up. “I won’t.” He answered before you even opened your mouth. This was a weekly routine. You would both plant yourself in front of the television in your pajamas to watch Hwarang. You would end up completely caught up in the story, yelling at the screen, complaining about how Sam Maekjong needed to be loved and constantly squealing that Hansung was your favorite Hwarang, and your boyfriend would hardly look at the screen. Then, they would drop an unexpected cliffhanger and you would turn to your boyfriend, begging and begging for him to tell you what happens next.

“Baby, please,” you whined, shaking his arm. “I’m begging you. I won’t ever ask again,” you complained.

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“Stand For Something” - Aelin

This is an AU. 


She was light as a feather with the weight of worlds on her shoulders. In that moment she was nothing and everything. In that moment she was made of nothing and all of the elements.

She thrashed and bucked as Aedion squeezed her small frame, his face buried in her neck. He was muttering small words over and over against her skin, “Long live the King, long live the King, long live the King”

Aelin arched her back and she screamed as her mother said the words. She said the words that shattered everything she was made of. Evalin collapsed against Rhoe as the words tumbled off her lips,

“Sam is dead, fireheart”


Aelin looked in the mirror, her eyes red and dull. She swallowed, looking down at her hands. Her fingers were shaking and she gasped, covering her face. She couldn’t do this. There wasn’t one single part of her that was ready, yet she still felt a hand against her shoulder. 

“It’s time, milady” Aelin almost broke again, right there. Only Sam had whispered that word. Only Sam had spun her around and kissed her with everything he had, only to whisper in her ear, “I’m yours, milady”

Aelin closed her eyes. 

Laughter. What a blissful thing. They were meadows, having just had their picnic. Guards stood near by, but they ignored them. Sam smiled and he bowed deeply, holding his hand out. “May I have this dance, milady?”

They were so, so young. Their eyes still sparkled with an essence of youth and Aelin bowed deeply, fluttering her eyelashes slowly. She took her husband’s hand and let him pull her against his chest. 

It was then they swayed, Aelin’s face buried against his shoulder. Her arm was loosely wrapped around his neck, the other around his waist. Sam smiled and looped his arms around her waist in return, and they just slowly moved around in a circle. 

As one, together. The two of them. Nothing would break them, no matter how young they were, no matter how many people frowned down at their foolishness, they were still the Queen and King of Terrasen. 

“Milady? Lysandra bowed deeply and Aelin sucked in her breath, sliding on her lace black gloves. She watched as her wedding band, pure silver, disappeared under the fabric. She kissed her wedding ring gently, before nodding and setting her shoulders back.

She was queen. And it was time to put her king to rest. 

“He was a good man, milady,” Lysandra said as she led Aelin down the hallway. Aelin could hear the guards trailing behind her and her fingers went up to her hair, now flowing down her back. Too soon she had to do away with the married up-do she had worn ever since she married Sam. 

His death was only a short time ago and she was already changing. Aelin clasped her hands in front of her, pressing them against her abdomen. “I know he was,” She said as they turned the corner.

The night was particularly cold. The queen and king had been curled together, Aelin’s head buried in Sam’s chest. The blankets around them were a tangled mess, but they breathed as one. 

That was when the doors opened and Aelin was up in a moment. 

She was screaming the next. Men yanked her out of the bed and clamped their hands over her mouth, pinning her arms to her body, and holding her legs. They were suffocating her, too close, too unfamiliar. She couldn’t summon her flames.

Sam was up the next moment, but he already had a blade positioned at his throat. Tears were a steady stream going down the queen’s face and she screamed against the hand that was clasped against her mouth. 

The sharp tang of blood filled her mouth as she was slapped. She held her cheek and her lower lip wobbled. Someone grabbed her chin and she spat in their face, blood splattering. The man scowled and wiped it off slowly, “Girl-Queen and Boy-King”

Aelin would never forget his Adarlan accent. Her lips puckered as he pushed her cheeks in with his thumb and pointer finger, gripping hard enough to bruise. Aelin sobbed as she felt the fabric of her night dress move and Sam shouted. 

“The Boy-King dies,” Another snarled. Aelin sobbed and she screamed and thrashed as she was lowered onto her back. She arched her back as her wrists were pinned above her head, her ankles pinned to the ground. 

Her knees were bent and Aelin wriggled and bucked, trying to break free. “The Boy-King dies” The first man snarled, his fingers going down to his waistband. That was when Aelin heard the guards. The men froze as she trembled, then they were gone. 

Out the window. She hoped they fell to their deaths. 

Aelin got to her feet and she stumbled to the bed, before letting out a scream. She jumped into the bed, now stained and wet with red, pulling Sam’s head into her lap. “Get help! Help me! Please!” Aelin screamed. 

Her hands trembled as she pressed down on the wound in her husband’s abdomen. She screamed and buried her face in his neck, muttering prayer after prayer, to Mala Fire-Bringer, to Brannon, to anyone who would listen. 

Her husband stroked her hair, fully aware it was the last time he ever would. 

“Aelin,” Her cousin ripped her out of her thoughts and Aelin looked up. She struggled to swallow and let out a loose breath as Aedion wrapped his arms around her, hugging his widowed cousin. 

“The queen will be ahead shortly,” Aedion said dismissively. The guards bowed and they walked forward down to the other end of the corridor. But Lysandra stayed. Aedion paused and he looked at the girl, before raising an eyebrow. 

Lysandra bowed as low as she could go before scurrying off after the guards. Tears streamed down Aelin’s cheeks and Aedion quickly brushed them, kissing her cheek with a ghost of a touch. “He’s at peace now”

“Don’t fill me with soft lies and half comforts,” Aelin waved him off. She looped her arm with her cousin’s and began to walk once more. Though her legs felt like jelly and she wanted to vomit until she could no more, she made it outside. 

“Baby girl,” Evalin pressed her fingers against her mouth. Aelin put her hand up, silencing her mother. They were outside now. The whole continent was watching, waiting to see what the girl-queen would do. And she would show them exactly that. 

Aelin silently motioned for her parents to get behind her. She squared her jaw and let Aedion lift her sideways onto her horse. She let loose a small, private breath before the horse began to move. 

Aelin lifted her chin and she lowered her veil as they passed through the first of three towns they would pass. Aelin looked forward, not watching the people. They wailed for their king, her husband; they threw flowers and sent prayers to the gods. 

Aelin wanted to snarl the gods weren’t listening. But she stayed silent as they traveled through all three towns, her head bowed. But she was strong, because the people needed to believe their queen would get through this, even if she didn’t believe it herself. 

All too soon Aedion was pulling her down from her horse. She squared her shoulders yet again and waited for her parents and Aedion to fall in line behind her. 

Then the queen began to walk, she began her parade, to go bury her husband. 

She was wearing a white dress. The brightest and purest dress she had ever seen. And Sam couldn’t stop grinning. He was grinning so hard, his dimples dug into his skin. And Aelin giggled behind her hand. 

She had sworn she would marry for love and that’s what she was about to do. She would not marry for an alliance, she would not marry for power or a foothold into another kingdom. She would not marry Crown Prince Dorian Havilliard. 

She would marry Sam Cortland or she would not marry at all. 

And she was having her way. Though neither of them save themselves getting married at sixteen and seventeen, it was nothing short of perfect. Aelin kissed her parent’s cheeks and she grinned at Aedion, who in turn gave her two thumbs up. 

That was when she began to walk. Again, the whole continent was watching. And Aelin intended them to give all of them both her middle fingers as she married the love of her life. 

She was walking to Sam, and Sam was walking to her. They met in the middle and Aelin’s heart fluttered. She reached out and grasped Sam’s hands. “I do,” Aelin said after their minister said his holy words. “I do, I do, on this earth and the next, in this megauniverse and those that come after it, on this continent or at the bottom of the ocean. I take Sam Cortland, no one else, to be my husband. To hold my heart in his hands, to hold me in his arms”

Sam just grinned. “What she said,” He muttered softly. Aelin laughed and she looked back at the minister, an eyebrow raised. 

“I now pronounce you, wife and husband” 

Aelin pulled Sam down and she dipped him immediately, kissing him. The people gasped, but Aedion hollered, clapping. Sam laughed and he held Aelin’s head, fingering her hair, letting her dip him and kiss him. 

Aelin laughed and she stumbled a bit as Sam stood back up. His cheeks were flushed and he fixed her hair, brushing her cheeks and holding her face. “Good gods woman, I can’t wait until you do that again,” He grinned. 

Then they kneeled. And then they let crowns rest on their heads. And then they were queen and king. 

Aelin touched her lips. She was already next to the solid black casket. She pressed her hands tightly against her lips, and blinked rapidly behind her veil of black. Of mourning. Of death and destruction and a broken heart. 

Aedion gently pressed her back, giving her comfort. Aelin nodded and she clasped her hands in front of her, staring at her people. The lords and lordesses, the dukes and duchesses, they were here to mourn their king, and support their queen. 

In the front row Aelin saw Cal and Marion Lochan. Elide wore a black dress, lace flowing at the cuffs. Tears ran down her cheeks and she ducked her head into her father’s chest. Aelin wished she could do that, but she couldn’t. She had to be strong. 

Aelin swallowed and she bowed. She bowed for her king. Her knees pressed against the black fabric laid down for her. She pushed her entirely lace dress out, and she lifted her veil, her black morning crown settle on her golden head. 

Aelin leaned down and she pressed a soft kiss to the black casket. She ran her hand across it slowly and the people held their breath as their queen said goodbye to her king. Aelin moved her lips against the casket, “I miss you so much. But I will have our revenge,” Aelin snarled the word before she stood up, looking at her people once again. 

She felt like screaming. 

“Sam is dead, fireheart”

Aelin ran. She ran in her pale green nightgown, soaked in her husband’s blood. Aedion called after her then ran after his cousin. The guards turned away, pretending not to notice as their queen broke down. 

She ran into the throne room and narrowed her eyes on the Adarlan flag. She rushed over and gripped it, before ripping it to the ground. Aelin couldn’t breathe as she ripped down the Fenharrow, Melisande, and Ellywe flags. 

She spun around, Sam’s blood drying on her skin and she screamed, her throat spasming. Her voice cracked and she fell to the ground, screaming and sobbing. He was gone, he was gone and she could not bring him back. 

Then the flags burned. And the Adarlan one was first. 

“We stand here as a country in a terrible situation. Men broke down our walls and took our king,” Aelin’s voice did not waver. She stared her people, begging them to call to action. “They tried to ruin your queen and they killed your king. They killed my husband, my king, they killed Sam Galathynius”

Aelin clasped her hands tightly behind her back. She lifted her chin and swallowed. Her eyes stung with tears, but she willed them away. “My husband is dead. Our king is dead. But our nation is strong, power, and ruthless. Yet we are kind, loving, and prosperous. We will mourn and then we will be better than ever. Let my husband be a martyr, let him mean something” 

As one her people stood, then they bowed. They bowed to their queen, to their dead king, and to what they meant. Aelin slowly lowered her veil and she pulled her skirts out, a show of recognition to her people.

Then she turned away and stood by Aedion as her husband was put to rest in the Galathynius family tomb. Aelin looked away as the doors closed. She grabbed Aedion’s hand, her lace gloves brushing against his callouses. 

“They will get what’s coming to them,” Aedion whispered so softly, no one heard but her. Aelin looked up and Aedion gave a small nod. 

“They will give you a year of mourning,” Aedion said, clasping Aelin’s shoulder. She stood a little taller and stared at her cousin, power booming in those Ashryver eyes. “They will give you until you are seventeen, Aelin, then you will be forced to court and soon marry again. No one will interrupt your mourning. A year, Aelin, one year”

Aelin nodded and she took the black suit, the cloak, the dagger, and the parchment. She opened the parchment and read through it, before she reached a name. “Celaena Sardothien,” The queen whispered. This was who she would become after she put her husband to rest. 

She would become ruthless, she would become a blade, she would become the Adarlan assassins who had punctured her husband through his abdomen. And she would find them, she would look them in the eye. 

And she hoped they would recognizing the Girl-Queen that stared at them. Because she would be the last thing they ever saw. 

“Get revenge for my king, my brother,” Aedion said, his eyes hard. Aelin bowed to her cousin, and then Aedion bowed back. They clasped arms and shared a cruel smile. Then Aelin turned around and she left the General Commander’s office, ready to complete her mission. 

Now Aelin turned away from her people, to the Galathynius tomb, a trail of black lace following her. She walked slowly, seconds and seconds going by between each step. She slowed down her breathing as she slowly lifted up her veil. 

The Queen of Terrasen stared to the sky, and her eyes hardened. She pressed her fingers to her lips, and then she turned south, looking straight at Adarlan. She gave a wicked smile a queen would never have, “My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid”

“But you will be. I am ruination,” She growled, before lowering her veil. She would have her revenge. She would have it and she would enjoy every second of it. 

anonymous asked:

When Beth was singing to Daryl she was playing Be Good. Why? They could choose another one but she chose Be Good, she or whoever. Is there any reason for this?

Beth sang Be Good because the writers wanted to convey a romantic connection in that scene. When the song was released in 2012, NPR described Be Good as a song about not wanting to ruin a friendship because of romantic feelings (X):

It’s a love song like the rest, but with an important tweak: “You don’t wanna be my boyfriend / I don’t wanna be your girl / And that’s a relief.”

In few words, Crutchfield profiles two people who love and trust each other deeply, who share their dreams and secret shames, but who would rather shotgun beers together than make out. Such friendships, like most beautiful things, are delicate. Bound up in the reverie of “Be Good” is an understanding of what could happen if either party upsets the balance: “That gets messy / You will hurt me / Or I’ll disappear.”

Beth and Daryl had become best friends in the time jump between Still and Alone. They were everything to each other, and in Alone, they were both starting to realize their feelings for one another in different ways. Daryl’s realization was more conscious, but I think Beth was also starting to realize her feelings, on a subconscious level. They were sheltering in a fortified house where she could let her guard down. Beth’s flirty gaze after Daryl and her fidgeting with the peanut butter jar make it clear she had feelings too (X):

Beth chose that song because she was likely feeling conflict subconsciously, as Daryl was consciously. They would both be afraid of ruining their friendship. It’s an expected fear for two people in their situation as such a step could make things “messy” like in the song. Scott Gimple and Emily sifted through several songs because Scott wanted that “moment” (X). Be Good captured that tender moment between Bethyl when Beth played the piano, and the song also captured the unspoken romantic conflict.

Originally, TPTB were going to use King of Carrot Flowers, by Neutral Milk Hotel, but couldn’t because of licensing (X). The band has two songs with that title, divided into “parts”. Going by the themes in the different songs, Emily most likely meant King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1. This is one of the verses from the song:

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
.”

Sounds just like their time in the funeral home, doesn’t it?

anonymous asked:

How would the band react to hearing their s/o singing Disney songs?

I’m currently updating from a hotel in Denver on my way back home from college and this is the best wifi I’ve had in months. I am so happy. Just thought I’d share. 


Murdoc Niccals:

  • He pretends not to recognize the music, but when you break out “The Lion King” soundtrack he breaks and sings along. What? He really relates to Scar, he reminds him of his father. 
  • He ONLY does this in secret. If anyone caught him singing along with you his good name would be ruined.
  • You have a video of him singing “Circle of Life” in his underwear (using Katsu as Simba), and you use it for blackmail.

Stu Pot (2D): 

  • Honestly he’d never heard of any of the Disney movies before because he’s rotted his brain with “Dawn of the Dead” instead. He likes them though, he thinks they’re happy and likes the sound of them. 
  • His favorite song is “Wanna Be Like You” from the Jungle Book, because he thinks it’s fun to dance around like a monkey. It’s a pretty funny sight. 
  • You show him a few of the films from Disney and Pixar, and he comments on the lack of gore. But he doesn’t mind them as long as you don’t mind switching it up every so often with horror films on your movie nights. 

Russel Hobbs:

  • Oh man are you kidding? This is a grown-ass man that cried at the end of Toy Story 3. He loves Disney. He knows all the songs and all the movies up to 2010. 
  • His favorite song is “You’ll Be in my Heart” from Tarzan. He thinks it’s classy. Phil Collins is a classy dude. 
  • He’s not a fan of the newer princess movies but he always has a soft spot for Ratatouille. Something about that little mouse trying his best just makes him feel good. inc.

Noodle:

  • Um, on Noodle’s list of inspirational women, Mulan is pretty up there. She loves Disney, it helped her connect to her more feminine side when she was growing up in a house of boys. 
  • Her favorite song is without a doubt “I’ll Make a Man out of You,” because she knows the irony that being kick-ass isn’t gender exclusive. 
  • She full on knows the dance moves to most of the films, so you better believe if she catches you singing she’s right there with you. 

galaxyyfairy  asked:

Marching Band (High School AU?) What the RFA squad would play/be doing like color guard or conductor etc

(here goes all my barching mand knowledge hhhh sorry if anything is ooc or not accurate!)

Yoosung

  • a drummer
  • beause honestly…. that’s what he does
  • he wanted to play a trumpet or something when he was younger but he soon realized his lungs couldn’t possibly even play that, leave alone march and play
  • sometimes he mixes up right and left but he’s improving! he’s getting much better!

Jaehee

  • everyone knows she’s fit to be the conductor, but she’s just…. not?
  • she’s one of the boosters
  • moving equipment, carrying water, making sure everything is in order
  • the band has never been so top-notch and ready to go ever since she came in

Zen

  • he’s usually the leader of the trumpets
  • singing helps his lungs, sure, but playing and marching do wonders for that even more
  • looks unfairly handsome in the uniform
  • looks like he came right out of a movie where the king is coming and the trumpet people start playing all beautifully and every other trumpet player is lowkey jealous that he steals the spotlight

Jumin

  • the conductor of the band
  • even though he’s a good and actually pretty good conductor, when he’s not actually doing that he tends to butt heads with other band members
  • more specifically, Zen, who always has something to complain about
  • he constantly says he’d put Zen in the very back if he wasn’t such a good player
  • nobody dares mess up because he has such a scary face they all dread to see what would happen if he went angry

707

  • the baton twirler
  • everyone just kinda ????
  • and the worst part about it all isn’t that he’s the baton twirler- he’s free to be whatever he wants to be sure- but the fact he’s just… so much better as a tuba player??
  • it’s clear he knows how to play a tuba and has taken classes but he just. refuses to admit it
  • makes Jumin want to rip out his hair because the band doesn’t have enough tuba players and the one person who knows how to play the tuba refuses to leave the role of baton twirler
  • but in all fairness, he’s pretty good at twirling the baton and gives a flare to the band so at least he has that going on for him
Anne Boleyn cried the day of
her third miscarriage but not
on the day of her execution.

Instead, she stayed up talking
to God until the early hours.

Instead, she reflected on her
childhood, remembered the days
when Mary would fashion her
long black hair into braids.

Instead, she wondered what it would’ve
been like if she’d only been his mistress,
or if she’d never married him,
or if she’d given birth to a son.

Instead, she thought back to when her
affection had been more important to him
than good relations with Rome.

Instead, she got dressed. Wore a red
petticoat under her dark grey gown.
Her mother’s ring on her left
hand instead of her wedding band.

Instead, she walked up to the scaffold
with steady hands and addressed the
crowd, spoke fondly of the King.

They tied a blindfold around her head
and she closed her eyes. Thinking of God,
thinking of Elizabeth.

She didn’t feel the sword.
—  ‘Anne Boleyn on the day of her execution’ by Cassie Lewis