the crying sacrifice

I’ve loved you Lizzie! Ohhh, I have loved you! I didn’t know that I could love! You have been the grace of my life! But I never deserved you! Whatever happens you must be safe! Go to the Tower! Speak to him!
— 

Henry Vii to Lizzie (Elizabeth of York), in episode 8

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anonymous asked:

why do you ship swan queen?

Look at the angst:


I ship it because I believe they make a great pair in many senses, starting with they are good for one another, by the way they act I believe they are in love with each other and they ache inside but don’t know how to tell one another or their family how they feel. But they definitely do feel.

I ship it because the characters are perfect for one another. The writers write it like that and the  chemistry and sexual tension is undeniable between them.

I ship them because their story is beautiful, they’ve grown together since season one, Emma brings out the best in Regina and Regina does the same for Emma, they care for each other, they work as a team, rely on one another, support one another, do powerful magic that can break curses and move the moon, like they are complementary.

Because they are comfortable with one another to open up, to trust, because they just know each other deep inside.

Because they are in love! they look at each other like this for crying out loud

And they sacrifice theirselves truly and selflesly for one another ! repeatedly

Woooooow factor in this last one, I mean look at the face of desperation to save Regina from darkness or death.

It’s a beautiful story! In the end, what Regina thought would be her revenge is actually her salvation. She’s finally good again, whole, the real Regina. Because she had support and love and most importantly, trust! Emma gave her that, Emma is her savior.

Truth is if Emma’s character were a man he would be the love interest savior to the evil in redemption protagonist of the show, Regina. But instead they just play us for views…

(But to me it doesn’t matter how the show ends, married to the pirate or not, at a point in the future Emma will realize that she needs to be herself, that she has been in love with Regina and she will finally feel free to be herself and not someone she thinks her parents will approve.)

They ache for one another 💔 

(gifs aren’t mine)

Lost Track of Time

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You were mad, but he was out of patience 

Word Count: 1526

Warning: eh, not really a warning…that is unless you hate the F-bomb and other kinds of curse words.

Originally posted by shishikookie

You were fuming. Here you were, dressed in a stunning gown that you knew he would love and holding a boxed Rolex that you were going to gift him. You had waited for him in the fancy 5-star restaurant where you had gotten a reservation, a reservation that took you at least eight months worth of pay to save up for. But here you were, back in your shared apartment at 1 am in the morning waiting for your boyfriend of two years to come home. Yes, he had stood you up.

You would have understood if he had called you or messaged you. Hell, you would have understood if he sent a freaking messenger pigeon to send you a letter telling you why he couldn’t make it. But guess what you didn’t receive? Any sort of indication from Jungkook on where he was or why he didn’t come. 

On the couch you fiddled around with your phone tossing it up and catching it over and over again, waiting for a phone call or text message from him. Instead of the blaring sound of your ringtone or a notification indicating a message, you heard something else: the opening of the front door. He was home. 

Jungkook crept in and quietly removed his shoes since he thought that you would be most likely to be asleep by now. That’s why he was so surprised to find you awake in the middle of the night sitting on the couch wearing a long gown. 

“Oh, jagi. I thought you were asleep.” You shook your head and scoffed in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t know why I’m awake right now, Jeon Jungkook.” He shifted when he heard you refer to him by his full name. You never used his full name unless you were angry. 

If he wasn’t so tired he would have asked you what was wrong. If he wasn’t so tired he would be doing his aegyo to cheer you up. If he wasn’t so tired he wouldn’t be picking a fight with you. 

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Why I Love Professional Wrestling

30 DAY WRESTLING CHALLENGE

Day 30: Why You Are a Wrestling Fan/Why You Love It

WRESTLING HAS EVERYTHING YOU COULD WANT IN ENTERTAINMENT:

You have the childhood heroes

And anti-heroes

You have villains

(Or just a villain)

You have legends of old

And warriors of today

You have kings

And Queens

You have Underdogs

And Giants

You have the common man

And  creatures of myth

They perform for us

And bleed for us

They make us laugh

And cry

They sacrifice their bodies for us

And sometimes…

…even their lives

All to give us, the fans,  the greatest moments of joy and surprise. And to create moments that live forever.

It’s not just a ring, it’s a home. When I go to live events whether it’s RAW, SmackDown, a WWE Live Show, or an Indy show, I feel at home. I’m in a room surrounded by hundreds, sometimes thousands of people who love wrestling as much as I do. And wrestling fans are a family. I can say that every time I’ve gone to a live event I’ve met new people and I’ve had conversations, and it’s great to have a twenty-minute conversation about wrestling with the guy next to me who loves wrestling as much as I do while we wait for the show to start.

We are not a few, we are millions. I often forget this being from a small town where there aren’t a lot of professional wrestling fans around. But I’m always reminded when I’m standing in a room full of 16,000 people screaming as loud as I am. Or when I see events like Wrestlemania that have 60,000+ people in attendance. I know that I am never alone in professional wrestling.

It’s not just passion, it’s emotion. I love professional wrestling. And I’m passionate about it. But wrestling is emotional, and I don’t care what you say. I am not ashamed to say that professional wrestling has made me laugh, cry, and feel every emotion in between.

And that is why I love professional wrestling.

Do you know
how many
restless nights
i’ve spent thinking about
my flaws
because
you’re online
but not talking to me?

Do you know
how many
mornings
i’ve spent being in a bad mood
because
you
didn’t reply me the night before?

Do you know
how many
tears
i’ve wasted crying over you
because
you got another girl around?

Do you know
how many
months
i’ve wasted plotting on how to make
you
mine
because
i thought you were the one?

Do you know
how many
guys
i’ve turned down
because
i took
you
as the best above all?

Do you know
how many
friends
i’ve annoyed
because
all that comes out of my mouth is
your name?

Do you know
how many
sacrifices
i’ve made
because to me,
seeing
you
smile
was the best thing ever?

Do you know
how many
stupid mistakes
i’ve commited
because
i was so caught up in
you?

—  i was never like this.
Every character as the protagonist

this was hard to write-because *cough* spoilers, so tried to not put actual facts 

also, points with ((-)) are things that break the fourth wall 

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Also I’m maybe even more unsettled by the way Davies talks about Les Mis being about “redemption” but not at all about the social commentary? 

Because yes, absolutely, Les Mis is about redemption!  But like…what does he think people  (…Valjean. He only cares about Valjean. and probably Javert. I’m resigned to this.)  are being redeemed from?  Bad luck?  Their own Evil Impulses?   The Lost Luggage department? 

Because if he doesn’t get that the whole point is that they’re being redeemed from the darkness society creates,  then this thing is gonna be missing the point by 1.60934km. 

Elorcan Fan-fic; angst and slight smut

Elide stood quietly in the ballroom, the stained glass windows bathed the room in hues of green. Victory was bittersweet, the war against Erawan and Mave was hard won and the road to normalcy would be difficult, the court had much to reconstruct for Terrasan and for themselves. She sucked in a sharp breath to steady herself. Would things be easier if she had the guiding hand of her mother? Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, what would her mother say today; the day of her daughter’s coronation? The wooden double doors of the ballroom swung open wildly, the Queen of Terrasan marched hastily towards Elide. She nearly jumped out of her skin, the grin on the Queen’s face was as wicked and beautiful as she was. It had taken weeks for the court to fully recover, King Rowan insisted that Aelin remain in bed resting. At first, it very clearly did not befit Aelin, but after much yelling from both parties she consigned. “Majesty! Be careful with your woun- “. Aelin took Elide into her arms, “Cut the ‘Majesty’ bull. Today is your special day! There is just simply, no way I am going to stay in bed.” The Queen beamed, the light that glowed from her Queen nearly made Elide want to cry, the sacrifice her mother made all too much sense.  Aelin’s face fell, “Elide, why are you crying? “Elide stepped out of her arms shaking her head and giggling, “You are absolutely right Aelin, this would not be a true celebration without your extraordinary taste.” The Queen grinned and took Elide by the arm, “Come I’ve made arrangements for the maids to draw you a bath and primp you for the ceremony. Everything else consider it done. The only thing you need to worry about is having fun.”

A sick panic welled up in Elide’s abdomen, suddenly everything was too fast. She was whisked away from her Queen’s side by the maids. They made quick work of undressing her and unbounding her hair from the tight knot it had sat upon her head. Steam swallowed the bathing room, a sweet smell of vanilla and elderberries peppered the air. Elide sunk into the bath with a groan, the muscles on her shoulders slumped as the knots melted off. These weeks had consumed her mind with worry so thoroughly she could not recall the last time she had a restful night of sleep. A night where nightmares were not there to shake her from her slumber. One of the misses combed Elide’s long black hair with cinnamon and elderberry oils, lathering it into her roots and massaging her scalp. The maids washed the oils from her dark locks and left the warm water running as they exited the room allowing Elide a moment to herself.

Silence was not always the best company for a racing mind. She brought her knees towards her chest and rested her cheek a top her knees. For a moment she closed her eyes and submerged her face in the warmth of the water. Dark eyes stared at her nakedness, unforgiving and calculating. But when they turned to her face they softened, his words caressed her ribs, beneath her breast, and her hips. Goosebumps speckled her skin as he moved towards her a sadness churned in his eyes, “I am sorry Elide. Please forgive me.” The roughness in his hands was tender as he stroked her shoulders making lazy circles, the heat of his breath on the crook of her neck made her knees wobble. Lorcan kissed a gently path down her collarbone as Elide tipped her chin higher lust filled hunger and heat flickered her stomach a small sigh escaped her lips. Pulling away from her neck Lorcan ravaged her with his onyx eyes as he drank in her peaked breast and shallow breath; until he gripped her wrist, tears welled in his eyes; “Please, Elide.” Pain seared her arms as he twisted harder the angular face melted into a familiar face older and sinister, a voice like venom dripped from thin lips and Vernon screamed with laughter.

Elide shot up from the bath heaving, nausea filled her. She looked around hastily; no Vernon was dead; he would never escape Hellas. At the thought of the God a certain demi-fae also crossed her mind. She shook her head furiously, Absolutely not. Lorcan was a traitor regardless of the help he provided in the war, if she never saw him again it would be too soon.

Elide sat still has the maids brushed her face with cosmetics and braided her hair into a crown on top of her head. Kohl was swept above her lashes forming a cat eye, her lashes curled and darkened, and her lips painted ruby red. Surprise danced in her eyes as she looked at the woman in the mirror. The olive of her skin was polished bringing out the light of her onyx eyes, she appeared older perhaps this façade was better fit to be Lady of Perranth then she felt. “My lady, you have a visitor.” She arched a groomed brow when the maid stepped away from the frame of the open door to reveal a different body. Elide bristled like a cat as Lorcan stood at the door with a dozen white roses in his arms. “What. Are. You. Doing. Here.”, she gritted through her teeth her eyes narrowing. Lorcan cleared his throat, “Today is your corona-”” I gods damn know what day it is. I want to know what made you think you were invited.”, Elide spat. She uncoiled to her feet and approached Lorcan, taking the flowers from his arms, “You can shove these right up yo-” The chambermaid cleared her throat and made a hasty exit, Elide pressed her lips into a hard line and turned towards her bed lying the bouquet sloppily on the bed. Lorcan concealed a grin behind a hand. She turned back to the chair facing the mirrored vanity and mumbled, “Insufferable bastard.”

He was towering in the, suddenly, small room and roguishly handsome in the elegant white tunic, his black hair pulled into a low pony tail. But she could not deny herself a chance to exam the thunderous rolls of muscles on his body in the mirror; she gulped. Lorcan prowled closer to Elide, she tipped her chin up in disgust, “You look lovely. Perranth will have a beautiful lady.” Her lower spine tingled as he stood behind her, so close but yet she hated the space that still separated them. Hated herself for ever admitting she wanted him closer. No, instead she rose from the chair and turned to the male with an icy smile a crude remark on her lips until, “My lady, it is time.” Mika announced. Elide allowed herself to exam his body openly, convincing herself it was to belittle him, but the predatory smile on the male’s lips told her Lorcan was not convinced with her act, something on his face was different, not quite right perhaps gaunt from whatever nightmares haunted him; she stepped around him to reach Mika.  

The gown was made with heavy silk, draped taffeta on the skirt, the bodice tight charmeuse like a second skin with a bateau neckline; oh but it was the color of the gown a deep shade of jade.  Elide wore slippers instead of the traditional heeled shoe to ease the pain in her ruined ankle. The orchestra played a playful twinkling piece as she walked with ease towards the temple grounds of the Three-Faced Goddess. A woman in an abysmal red dress stood off to the side her long silver hair whipping in the wind her yellow sharp eyes lined with silver alight with pride; Manon; Elide’s eyes watered but she held her head high. Beside the wing leader was the King of Adarlan both dressed in red although the King bore his crown. The priestess in the temple quietly sang hymns to Elide, hymns of powerful futures for Terrasan, for Aelin’s court, the hymns told of the magic that simmered quietly in Elide’s veins, and finally; the last hymn spoke of being the blessed of Anneith and ever favored object of Hellas. Her face warmed at the mention of the Goddesses’ consort but the resumption of the orchestra told Elide it would be time to for her crowning.

Elide held her breath as a silvered box marched toward her, the bearer was Chaol Westfall, the King of Adarlan’s right hand man. His brown eyes shown with pride as well, the war had brought about an unlikely friendship between the two. A silvered parure with green opals was revealed and Elide bowed as deeply as her ankle would allow her. The parure heavy with jewels and responsibility; she felt the weight of her people on her heart. When Elide coiled to her feet in front of her stood Queen Aelin and King Rowan in meek finery. “Rise, Lady of Perranth and welcome home.” Tears shone in the Queen’s eyes and both of the monarch’s bowed as she straightened to her feet. Turning to face the crowd the entire procession erupted into thunderous applause. Elide smiled a warm gentle hand squeezed her exposed shoulder and whispered into her ear, “Lady Marion would be so proud.” She swallowed the want to explode into tears and instead straightened her back; she will be strong for Perranth, like her mother was strong for her.

After the ceremony Elide strolled into the garden for a moment alone with her thoughts. She hadn’t spotted Lorcan with the other cadre during the ceremony, perhaps the weight of her words did cause the demi-fae to disappear like some genteel warrior. A knot formed on her chest, and Elide shook her head against that feeling as her eyes stung from the emotions building behind them, No, it didn’t matter she didn’t want him there to begin with not after what he had done to her queen. “I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it, Elide.” “I will always find you,” he swore to her. A sob built in her throat, naive and stupid that’s what those thoughts placed her in the shoes of a little girl.

“Elide?”, a female voice sounded from behind her and Elide straightened her spin at the cool command of the voice. Impulsively, she wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks but too late Manon turned her around and concern wrinkled her beautiful features, “What’s the matter, witchling?” Elide quivered, “Nothing, Lorcan, he … I did not…” She halted her sentence at the sight of Manon’s expression of anguish, “Oh, Elide. Lorcan he didn’t… Remember in the war he.” Elide’s world tilted,

oh yes

, a hole punched through her chest. Pain, the likes of which she had never endured, gaped below her like a sinkhole. Her soul guttered, her frame shuddered viciously.

The court had lost so many, Mave, she did not die without someone to take with her into the darkness.

Lorcan couldn’t be dead he had been in her room; by the Gods he had delivered roses!

Unrelenting screams rattled from Elide’s throat at the sight of Lorcan burning from his powers. Magic sucking the life from him, but strong hands held her fast; Choal shuddered against her thrashing.

Elide stared beyond Manon to see her court there, lips pursed, eye avoidant, and faces sullen.

“Please no, Lorcan!”

, she had screamed until she was hoarse. She had held him as the healers attempt to save him from that darkness. Tears stained her dirty face. Her nails broken and bleeding as she held him. His frame too big for her to completely engulf him with her warmth.

They had heard her conversation with Lorcan, no, the conversation she thought was Lorcan in her chamber but it had been Manon. The tears lining her eyes was not only for pride, no it was also from the pain.

Her body rattled from holding him against her, she had kissed his cold lips over and over. Not again, not another person to rip away from her. “I think… I think I loved you.” She whispered to him but he was impossibly cold, she would not release him.

No one moved for a long moment and Elide strained to still her feverish fluttering heart. She was going to combust, her bones melted as she sank to her knees. The beautiful skirt of the emerald dress puffed around her. Rowan approached her slowly, as if she were some prey but she could not find the strength to fight against the horror that washed her world.

“I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”,

they had been close to death once and he had whispered that to her. “I wanted you to come with me, to Perranth.”, Elide whispered as she bowed her head, a pray on her lips as she sent that message to Hellas himself.

you know the love is real when you’re reading extremely detailed spoilers and you can feel your heart breaking, the sobs start coming, and the angry screaming works its way in

anonymous asked:

please tell me i'm not the only one that sees the shape of you performance as a growl 2.0 it was soooo cool and the members were also low ranks sadly :-((

ekweljer yeah that’s what I thought when I saw it. The choreo was creative and involved a lot of tiny details (which is what I really like to see in choreo), but skfkjweflkew not only did Mnet edit their performance terribly, but they’re also low ranked. 

I hate crying that things aren’t fair because it doesn’t change anything BUT ITS NOT FAIR BYE. 

Edit: I wrote this in a rush, but I did want to acknowledge that even though SoY team was slighted in their edit, they did have a longer time period to accumulate votes than do the teams that are being shown today. So anyway, this show is emotionally taxing on me bye.