I don’t think one can really articulate their thoughts on life through writing, but I’ve been asked to try, so here it goes. I think we’re all connected. Maybe not in a way that makes much sense, but I don’t think anyone is ever truly alone. You, reading this, are not alone. We may never meet, I may never be more than a character in a story to you, but that doesn’t matter. I think that when we pour a little bit of ourselves into paper and ink, those stories pour a bit of themselves back into us, too, and that makes us closer than you can imagine. Life is strange and difficult. You’ll sometimes feel completely lost. You’ll fall in love with the voices in your head. You’ll look in all the right places at all the wrong times for something that you think will make you happy. You’ll be forced to go through so much pain. But just know that, through it all, you are not alone. I’m with you, the character in the story that you poured a bit of yourself into when you took the time to read. I’m with you.
(Maybe we can never completely separate fictional characters from our own perspective and understanding—can we ever separate anything from that, really?—and they may not really reciprocate what we feel about them (be it love or hate), but that feeling itself is enough to change us. The more we pour our life, our time, our perception, our love and hate into the characters, the more we feel about them, then the more we are different from our past selves who had not poured and had not felt. And who knows, maybe that will lead to other changes. Maybe we’ll one day feel differently towards another incident, or make a different decision, because of what we’ve read and felt before? The characters are with us and we are not alone. I feel very blessed, or loved, to have met the characters I love.)
thoughts: My absolute favorite fluffy fic in this fandom. It’s written in an unconventional albeit REAAAALLY astounding style (read: First POV Katara writing in a journal hooo boy). Features drunk!Zuko, ticklish!Zuko, and overall #1FuckingDorkinTheWorld!Zuko, but also angsty!Zuko and dumbshit!Zuko who just wants to set everything on fire bc he’s a dumbshit sometimes tbh. You will laugh and cry and laugh and laugh and cry over and over again and I just cannot recommend this fic enough please go read it now edhsujsa.
Accompanying Oneshots if you’re up to it (you will be trust me):
the collected lists of zuko - a comprehensive list of things that annoy Katara and why Katara is the most impossible girl in the history of ever (which is why you love her Zuko. we all know. WE ALL. KNOW.), according to our favorite fire lord
the crooked thing - they’re trying to keep this thing they have a secret; a.k.a. in which things are perfectly imperfect.
thoughts: Listen. LISTEN. @raisindeatre / Atia is an absolute GODDESS. Her writing style is one of the best I’ve seen in this fandom, and it’s absolutely breathtaking. She just blows my mind on a regular tbh. This fic is genius and stunningly weaves canon into a modern AU, and one that actually works (and there’s very few of those imho). Slow burn but worth it. Every word of this is golden (also please read all of raisindeatre’s work, she’s amazing I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH).
thoughts: Zuko and Katara on the night of their wedding. I absolutely love it when authors weave in Fire Nation/Water Tribe/any kind of avatar lore into their stories (it amazes me moreso when it comes sTRAIGHT FROM THE AUTHOR’S OWN RESEARCH AND IMAGINATION) and I’m overall just a sucker for this kinda shit. This fic also achieves the perfect balance of smut and fluff, and is written so beautifully it just makes me wanna cry go read it pls.
this is from chromeknickers’ collection of drabbles and ficlets (they’re very short, but they’re so well-written and they make me want to cry tbh). Not all of the entries are fluffy, so I’ve listed the ones that are!
Currently in the middle of reading this AND I CANNOT STOP FLAILING. It has some angst in it but the in-between fluff is where it’s at, fam. The writing style is very unique and i’ve never read anythign quite like it. It’s genius. Thank you so much to @babyfairybaekhyun for reccing this iufdhsuijhn
i havent been active in the fandom very much so this has been such a nice refresher! Plus i’m an absolute sucker for fluff. Anyhow, I miss you guys lots, so please accept this as a sort of gift from the bottom of this MIA zutarian’s heart. Enjoy and feel free to add more!!!
40 years of Crown Princess Victoria. Grattis på födelsedagen, Vikkan.
Looking at Hollywood and the stories that many grew up with, the image of a princess is hugely superficial. And I really think that the Crown Princess helps to tear that picture down.
- Swedish politician Ebba Busch Thor
(When asked who his personal role model is) My wife
- Prince Daniel, her husband
I feel like a step-brother sometimes. Of course I’ll help her and share my experiences with her if she needs my support. And I get a lot of great input from her as well
- Crown Prince Frederik, her second cousin and friend
As a mother, I think of course that Victoria is an amazing person, with great compassion, a good heart, intelligence. She will be a good Queen. She is a good mother and a good person.
- Queen Silvia, her mother
Our relation is, however, deeper than that between a monarch and his successor. I am your father. You are my beloved daughter. No one should believe anything else than that my highest wish has always been — and is — to see you happy.
- King Carl XVI Gustaf, her father
Victoria took a lot of responsibility for us (Madeleine and Carl Philip) and looked after us. She’s also very creative and that makes her such a wonderful sister. She invented fun games, we built the most beautiful tree houses. She always did everything for us.
- Princess Madeleine, her little sister
She spends time with everyone she meets. She is always engaged and well-informed. She has a warm charisma and is a very beautiful lady, who touches everyone she meets. She is truly a fine representative of our country.
Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10, at 12 you became best friends, at 14 you had your first kiss, at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.
Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.
A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.
I wasn’t gonna post this today but here it is :)
You didn’t hear his almost inaudible whisper as he
stroked your hair, hugging you closer to him “What am I going to do with you?
You make me crazy”. You looked up to him, his strands of blonde hair matted in
sweat pushed back. “That was amazing” you whispered.
“I know right? I was made for this” he cockily
grinned. “Oh my god you are such a tease” you hit his chest and he grabs your
hands as he places his finger against your lips. ”But I know you love it”. He says
before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.
A week went by and
all you could think about was Taehyung, his kisses, his very touch, his
beautiful laughter, his silly way of being… he was the calm after the storm. But
you couldn’t stop Jungkook’s name from crossing your mind at least once a day.
Since the fight he had sent you dozens of texts, he even called you. But you
had ignored each one of them. You had decided with Taehyung that you would keep
your “relationship” secret for a while until you were ready to tell
Jungkook. You really didn’t know what to tell Jungkook; “I like one of your
best friends and I want to try to have a relationship with him?” You knew that
wouldn’t work, you knew that the moment you would see Jungkook, the name Taehyung
would disappear from your head. You knew that the moment you tried to leave
Jungkook he would follow you and absorb you again, so strong was your
attachment to him, so strong the name of Jeon Jungkook was buried in your
A nocked sounded at your front door and you hurried to
get out of the couch to open it,
You looked through the peephole of the door to meet a
young man with blond hair, you smiled to yourself before opening the door with
a smile on your face. “What are you doing here?” You asked.
Taehyung stood in front of the now open door with his
characteristic grin. “I just wanted to see you” he replied; entering
to your house with a long step to shorten the distance of your bodies. He
cupped your cheeks in both of his hands and gently pressed his pink lips
against yours. A feeling of calmness running through you right away; It was
always like that with Taehyung, he managed to generate that effect in people;
You closed the door by pushing him against it, melting
in the kiss deeper. If you were thinking about Jungkook just moments ago; that
name was now in the depths of your head.
Taehyung was the first to separate his lips for air.
“someone is anxious?” He chuckled softly. “Yah! You appeared out
of nowhere in my apartment” you said blushing. "Speaking of which, what
are you doing here seriously?”
“You didn’t want to see me?” He asked
frowning, pretending to be hurt. “Firstly I really wanted to see you and
… secondly there’s a party at Jackson’s tomorrow, you should go …” he
said as he walked towards the sofa to sit on.
“Uh oh Jungkook will surely be there Tae, I’m not
ready yet” Saying the name of your ex aloud still was hard and more with
the man who was in front of you at the moment.
“Listen… I know Jungkook will be there, but this
is an opportunity to show him that you are more than an object with which he
can play and then throw away.” He stopped and then continued. “I’m
not telling you to tell Jungkook about … our relationship” The last word
came out in a sigh, the way he said it made you feel bad, you knew that Tae
wanted to be with you officially, wanted to show everyone how happy he could make
you, but it was not yet the time when Jungkook still fluttered in your mind.
“Just go, take Minah with you, have some fun,” He finished smiling,
giving you security.
“You’re right, I could have some fun after all…”
you agreed with Taehyung that leaving your house wouldn’t do you so bad, you
could always leave the party if you felt uncomfortable. “If you want to
leave just send me a text and we’ll leave together, what do you think?” He
said in a seductive voice, intending to continue what had happened a few
minutes ago between you two.
That ended up convincing you; you had Minah and Tae if
something went wrong. Maybe you wouldn’t even see Jungkook with the number of
people who used to attend the parties of Jackson.
The reality was that Taehyung was everything you
wanted to have after Jungkook broke up with you, someone who was there for you,
who would listen to you, who would talk to you, distract you from the horrible
thoughts that inhabited your mind. Since the black-haired young man left you,
the only thing you could think of was that you weren’t good enough, beautiful
enough or intelligent enough and that’s why he left you. You couldn’t help
thinking that there was something wrong with you, that you had done something mistakenly,
you still didn’t understand very well how fate had made you cross with a person
as wonderful as Kim Taehyung, and how he had accepted you with his arms open
even knowing how broken you were. There was more of Kim Taehyung than you knew.
Tae’s deep voice brought you back to the real world.
“What are you thinking?” He asked and you looked at him in surprise.
The question shocked you a little, pushing the thought to the back of your mind,
hiding them, with your best smile you answered; “I was just thinking about
what to wear tomorrow,” you lied.
“Ah, I do not care what you wear as long as you
take it off for me.” He grinned and winked at you as you rolled your eyes
at the comment but you couldn’t help but smile.
“Are you thinking about impure things already?
What a slutty woman.”
are you saying!? You’re the one who was talking about taking off my clothes!”
You replied by throwing yourself to him and hitting him on the chest with both
Suddenly he grabbed you gently but strongly enough for
you to not be able to move and turned you around, locking you on the couch with
his legs “Or … you can take off your clothes now, I wouldn’t mind,”
he said before kissing you roughly.
EXO Reaction ~ Your Younger Sister Flirts With Them
Request: Heiii I love this blog so much 💜 ~ Can I request EXO reaction when their s/o’s younger sister (2-3 years younger) tries to flirt with themThank You xx
A/N: I changed this up from my usual and just put what they would basically say.
“I’m sorry, but I’m already in love with your sister… I might have a single friend your age though?”
*Visualize your sister as Sehun*“Don’t you have anything better to do with your time?!”
“I’m sorry but I only treat your sister like a princess and my pet in bed, sweetheart” #xiudaddy
“Yeah, No… Goodbye whatever your name was again…”
“This must be really embarrassing for you, I’m sorry… Sehun is single though.”
“I’ll just have the wedding planner sit you next to Yixing, Jongdae and Sehun on mine on y/n’s wedding day then…”
“Do I look easy to you? What disgust… No one owns Junmoney but y/n”
“Wow, your flirting skills are as disgusting as your fashion sense and your respect towards your sister…”
“What the~ Get it away from me… y/n get the disgust off my legs please!”
“WhY THE FUCK AM I TIED TO A CHAIR IN A CREEPY OLD EMPTY BASEMENT?!”
“I could say that I’ve committed unnamed and numerous plotted crimes before but if you touch or flirt with me again knowingly that your very beautiful sister is dating me… I will surrender you to North Korea.”
“Can you tell your sister that I’m in the mood for a good rough sex session from her and not her younger sister please? I think she’s in the kitchen. Thanks y/s/n”
hey! i was wondering if you have any voltron angsty lance-centric fic recommendations? aside from your own amazing ones ofc
Mmkay, so I’m what I’m doing here is going through my fic rec tag and just copy-pasting stories where Lance suffers. Some are angst, some are hurt/comfort, some are epic stories where the angst and hurt/comfort might be more of a side dish than a main course.
The word count on most of the WIPs is no longer accurate, and some are complete, but I am too lazy to edit. This is taking long enough as it is. But yeah, you asked for it, you’re getting it. Langst recs, maychorian style. Warning: This is long. If you press the read more, be prepared to scroll.
There’s a buttload of things I like about this one, but I’m not gonna make an ass of myself trying to get to the bottom of it all.
10/10, no ifs, ands or butts
That very steely gaze that exudes pure determination with a hint of inexperienced insecurity. Thank you Senri Kita for this 10/10 Ike
I could have just put every RD cutscene Ike here but the image of this clunking giant of a man crouched down, giving kind words of encouragement and praise to a goddess in her time of self-doubt? Iconic. Definitive. A 10/10 Ike for sure
What exactly is happening here? Every time I look at this image I somehow feel my connection to this plane weakening. This is the Ike equivalent of a stroll through a Target aisle at 3am. Inexplicable, and somehow very powerful. The sparkle alone makes this a 10/10 Ike.
A gorgeous picture of a very beautiful man, with a touch of sadness to it. Senri Kita herself mentioned that this is supposed to be Ike looking back at us one last time before he leaves on his journey for good.
regarding leia and kylo's relationship being especially poignant (and not just because it's basically the prodigal son allegory in space), one of leia's first and most profound connections with the force is with tiny fetus ben which comes about at a time when leia is feeling abandoned and at her most vulnerable without luke's guidance or han's moral support. there cannot be more explicit evidence that their relationship is beyond that of a mere mother and child. it's borderline mystical ffs.
Absolutely. Not only are they mother and son - which is so important - but there is a supernatural element that goes beyond the physical and even emotional world. They have a spiritual connection beyond imagination. I love that part of the novel, and Chuck Wendig writes it beautifully. For those who haven’t read it yet:
“Her skin tingles. Her mind feels suddenly unmoored from the rest of her. Leia feels dizzy enough to fall over. Oh. Oh, my! There! There it is. Washing over her and through her – an awareness unlike any she’s ever felt before. A pulsing glow, flickering and strong. It’s not the plant. It’s not Luke. It’s not even Han. It’s her child. This isn’t just a mother’s recognition of the life inside – that, she already knows. She’s already aware of the bump and tumble of that little person she carries… This goes beyond all that. This is something separate from her. It isn’t a physical feeling. It is all around her. It suffuses her like the perfume from a jungle of flowers. As such, she is suddenly aware of her child’s mind and spirit: She senses pluck and wit and steel blood and a keen mind and by the blood of Alderaan is this one going to be a fighter! …Her hands fly in front of her mouth as she both laughs and cries at the same time. This, she thinks, is the light side that Luke always goes on about – the promise of light, the promise of a new life…”
(Aftermath: Life Debt, pp. 223-224)
The novel then goes on to show what is presumably Snoke reaching his tendrils out to Ben and touching him with the dark side from within the womb… it is a very disturbing moment after such a beautiful, touching scene with her unborn son.
Anyway, this is one of my favorite Leia moments in all of SW canon, and I think it saysa lot about Ben Solo. The fact that he is the reason his mother felt the Force - for the FIRST time in her life… and that he was consumed with such light… It’s so beautiful. And then that moment following, of darkness, and the foreshadowing that, too, holds.
I also believe these perspectives foreshadow a redeemed Ben Solo, who is ALSO found through the love and spirit of his mother. He showed her the Force and light… and she, his loving mother, will bring him back to it from his darkness through her own light.
So, yes, their bond is deeper than the general audience is aware of. This is why extended canon is SO IMPORTANT if we are going to look into analysis of SW. It doesn’t do to take just the movies at face value, when the novels offer such a deeper perspective on so many things.
When people act like Leia could never forgive her son… I would point them to passages like these.
betty and jug had a baby when they were 16 and are now 20, their boy was born with a type of autism and everyone felt 'bad' for them he had the type of autism where he wont look anyone in the eye and everything had to be done to a schedule but him and jug have a really good connection. all 3 go out to lunch and their son has a massive tantrum and jug has to settle him and betty feels helpless and has a breakdown, its okay if you dont know how to approach this it was just a thought i had :)
Okay first of all anon thankyou for this beautiful idea! I love it, very touching and I am honored you trusted me with such a concept. Secondly, sorry about the insane wait with this one I just had to take a while to determine how to best go about this. Also this was supposed to be a little oneshot and turned into like 9 word document pages haah
as for the story I am a little unsure what you will all think as the subject matter was obviously a bit tricky. I am by no means an expert in this field but I did do a bit of research before writing so I hope I don’t offend anyone or invalidate anything.
So basically I tried to make the symptoms of their child’s autism ingrained throughout the story without explicitly stating what they are but for reference I went mostly with communication difficulty [impaired, delayed speech, repetitive speech], difficulty with eye contact, obsession and slight aversion to touch.
TO BE A FAMILY:
“Ready Jug?” Betty called from the living room eyes darting
around as she mentally ran through the list of supplies she needed for their
outing. The blonde nodded her head in affirmation, satisfied that she had
managed to cram everything they could possibly need in the day bag.
The sound of two sets of footsteps padding down the hallway
of their small home pre-empted her answer before it was delivered from the
Grabbing the day bag off the coffee table and slinging it over
her shoulder Betty turned toward Jughead’s voice. She couldn’t help the smile
that spread across her lips as she took in the sight of her long-term boyfriend
leaning against the door frame, their
almost four year old son standing close to his father’s legs- not quite
It was a vision that never failed to make her heart contract
and warmth spread throughout her being.
Noticing her smile, Jughead’s lips twitched in retaliation.
He raised a dark eyebrow at her teasingly.
“I think your mum’s checking me out bud,” Jughead quipped
casting a glance down at Ollie who was idly fiddling with his fingers and
watching the floor.
“Don’t flatter yourself Jones,” the young mother teased
back, rolling her eyes at him good naturedly, “Okay let’s get going or Kevin’s
going to lecture us on the value of respect again.”
Jughead let out a laugh at that, nodding before pushing
himself off the door frame.
“Out,” Ollie mumbled glancing up at his father with wide
eyes and scrunched brows that made the young man’s heart clench with affection.
“Yeah Ol, she won’t admit it though,” he kneeled down to his
son’s level, placing a sure hand on his arm and waiting a moment before picking
him up and settling the toddler on his hip.
Jughead grabbed his keys from the bowl near the door before
opening the front door.
“It’s not even his event,” he threw over his shoulder to
Betty continuing on with their conversation as though there had been no
interruption; a norm after parenthood had dawned upon them.
The blonde merely shrugged, moving past him out the door
“Yes, although I think Veronica would probably appreciate
our punctuality as well, she’s only in town for a few more days and it is her
birthday,” Betty replied.
“Birthday,” Ollie mumbled as the pair manoeuvred him into
the car seat. Betty smiled at her son, finishing buckling his seat belt as
Jughead hopped in the driver’s seat and started the engine.
“That’s right, Aunt V’s birthday,” she affirmed, smoothing
down Ollie’s wild blonde curls. The
toddler squirmed away from her touch, his blue eyes flicking to the floor. Betty removed her hand and sighed.
She tried her best not to take her son’s aversion
personally. He wasn’t as severely adverse or hypersensitive to touch as other
children on the autism spectrum but it did still bother him. She and Jughead
had learned resilience in showing affection to their son. He was mostly okay
when the touch was heavy and anticipatory; it was the soft brushes of affection
that they would sometimes slip up with through instinct that he would flinch
They had learned to understand and adapt to the quality in
their son, but it didn’t mean it made it any easier to have the little person
you loved so much recoil from you. Betty cherished the moments when Ollie
sought her out for physical affection or comfort and tried to remind herself of
those moments during the moments when he shied away from her. She respected his
discomfort, but it didn’t make her heart ache any less.
“Betts?” Jughead’s voice broke Betty from her reverie. She
blinked a few times before meeting his gaze in the rear view mirror. His tone was soft and understanding and Betty
felt herself falling a little further in love with him in that moment- except
it wasn’t just that moment it was a million moments since they were 16 and he
had promised her that they would make this work.
She smiled back at him, a small curve of the lips tilting
more toward the side of genuine than placatory, before closing the back car
door and moving to climb in the passenger seat.
Her right hand immediately found the stereo, while Jughead’s
immediately clasped her left, his other holding a firm grip on the wheel as
they set off on the relatively short drive to Greendale. Veronica had booked a
table at the new bistro that had opened there and although both Jughead and
Betty always enjoyed seeing their friends whom were only in town for a short
while longer the latter couldn’t deny that the unfamiliar venue caused an
uncomfortable pressure to erupt in her chest.
Sensing her unease Jughead gave her hand a squeeze. Betty
took a deep breath and let her eyes card over his form, finding comfort in his
beauty. His sharp jaw, striking blue eyes and dark hair [still partially
covered by a beanie] were features that had only become more attractive as he matured
and she still found herself in awe of being able to call him hers after almost
five years together.
The windows were rolled down slightly and Betty let the warm
summer air calm her as it drifted across her skin. The sounds of the Rolling
Stones filtered through the stereo of the truck and Betty couldn’t help but
laugh as Ollie bounced happily in the back to the sound. He loved all music,
but classic rock was his favourite, something Jughead was exceptionally proud
The peaceful feeling didn’t last though. Twenty minutes
later they were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant and Betty could
see her friend’s various vehicles littered across the spaces. Her hands
clenched nervously once Jughead had to pull his away to park the truck.
“Dad,” Ollie shouted from the back seat and Jughead turned
around after shutting off the engine.
“Dad, music,” Jughead was spun around in his seat now,
giving Ollie his full attention while Betty was busying herself grabbing the
day bag and Veronica’s present from the back seat.
“We’ll listen to more later, but now we have to go inside,”
the dark haired man tried to assure.
“Music!” Ollie’s hands were fidgeting and his eyebrows were
scrunched, with a little pout to rival his mother’s best signalling his
“Na bud, how about we talk about trains instead?” He
placated, quickly unlocking his phone and pulling up some pictures he had saved
of the freight vehicles to occupy his son’s attention.
It seemed to do the trick as Ollie grabbed the device
eagerly and started babbling nonsensically a few delayed moments later about
Thomas the Tank engine and his favourite trains.
Moving out of the car, Jughead came up to the passenger side
and carefully extracted Ollie from his car seat, placing the little blonde boy
on his chubby legs. Kneeling down Jughead held his hand out.
“Can I have my phone back please?” Ollie kept his blue eyes
that mirrored his fathers trained on the asphalt ground, shaking his head.
“Thomas… blue train and Percy-“
Jughead nodded, engaging his son’s conversation.
“Yeah that’s very true but dad needs his phone back now. I
promise you can have it back once we’re inside,” he tried to reason with him,
ducking his head a little to meet Ollie’s eyes. The toddler shuffled flicking
his eyes between his dad and the ground.
Betty bit her lip to hold back a small chuckle of amusement
at the stubborn little boy; she knew he didn’t refuse in order to be stubborn
but it was still endearing to her to see his eye brows furrowed so much like
Moving gently down to kneel beside him, Betty ensured Ollie
acknowledged her presence before placing her hands on his arms.
“Ollie if you don’t give Daddy back his phone then he’s
going to have to carry you inside and no one will know what a big boy you are
now,” she stated in a firm but not threatening tone. Their little boy’s eyes
widened for a second, flicking to his mother. She couldn’t help but let out a
small laugh at the adorably conflicted look on his face.
“Okay, I guess mum’s right,” Jughead began, moving as though
he was going to pick Ollie up. The toddler’s hands quickly shot out, offering
the phone back to his dad immediately. Jughead smirked as he and Betty shared a
brief look with equal amusement shining in their gazes.
“Thanks little man,” Jughead said pocketing the phone, while
Betty smiled at her son in gratitude.
“Big boy,” he uttered offering his hand to his mother to
hold as they began to walk towards the front door.
“That’s right,” the blonde agreed, handing the bag over to
Jughead paused before opening the door, turning to Betty.
“Did I tell you that you look gorgeous today Betty Cooper?”
he asked in mock concern. Betty laughed, finding herself appreciating his
ability to ease her nerves all over again.
“Shut up,” she murmured pecking his lips, before following
him through the doors of the restaurant.
“Betty!” Veronica’s enthusiastic voice rang across the room
before the young woman morphed into a blur of raven hair and purple fabric,
practically throwing herself at her best friend. Betty laughed at her friend’s
antics, holding her ground firmly as not to jostle her son- who was still
holding her hand- too much.
It had been a few weeks since she was crowned Princess Elect. Despite all the studies and work to keep her mind busy, it didn’t help once she was in her room with her thoughts. Luckily, Giles had let her personalize the room some, letting her have a few belongings from her commoner times. She didn’t have much; an old, silver hairbrush with a matching hand held mirror, her tiny rose necklace, a few books with burnt edges, and a picture of her parents. He was even kind enough to get a small frame for it, even if he wanted it to “make it match the room better”. But even with it by the bed, the best she did was fall asleep on the couch with an old book in her lap.
Looking at the photo of her parents, she couldn’t help the soft sigh. Until she looked between them and the bed. she supposed there was one thing she could still try.
Carefully, she climbed onto the bed while picking up the picture frame. Standing on it, she held the frame to her chest before letting herself give a few jumps. The rain outside started picking up, heavy winds shaking her windows. But she looked at the frame again, giggling a little before starting to jump again. As she twirled in place, she heard a knock on the door. Giles had opened it just as she plopped on her bum.
“I came to check on you before bed, Princess. Though I didn’t think I’d have to tell you it isn’t wise to be jumping about.”
Looking away from his scolding, she was mostly embarrassed he caught her jumping to begin with. “Y-yes. I’m sorry, Giles.”
He stood there a moment, “Is that the photo of your parents?”
She now looked up to see him walking over, “Yes.” Holding it better in her lap, he was able to see them more clearly. “This is the only photo I have of them. From the old house.”
“Did you move after this one?” He carefully sat on the edge of the bed, watching her.
She could only nod before a roar of thunder shook the palace walls. Instinctively, Holding the photo against herself again. “It was from a night like this too…” She moved a little closer to him, keeping the frame in her lap. “We lived in a old farm building outside of the village. But during a storm, lightning hit our house. Everything burnt down, even with the heavy rain.” She took a breath to steady myself. “When we moved into Wysteria, we took what we could save.” Looking at Giles, smiling from the memories, “My father’s favorite books that he read to me each night, the brush and mirror he gave mother on their wedding night, and this picture.” With another roar of thunder, she waited for it to quiet down some. “But it was terrifying trying to sleep as a kid, wondering if another storm would take that house away too. So my parents picked me up, and started jumping on the bed.” Her smile coming back, “He said it would stomp out the worries and fears from entering into my dreams.”
“Your parents sound like caring people.” He tucked the loose strands behind her ear.
Giving a nod, “They were. But….when the storm came around, that house burnt down too. They helped me out, but….I lost them.” Gripping the frame in her arms, “All they found was the rose necklace my mother wore. I was supposed to receive it when I turned sixteen. But I ended up having it at seven…” Turning her head away, “I could never sleep during a storm since then…or any night really.” Her vision blurred as tears started forming. “The bed is really nice here. But…whenever I sleep, it’s always empty. And one this size…one my parents could easily fit with me-”
She stopped as the door opened more, hiding behind Giles with the next roll of thunder. He raised his arm up to protect her, but he soon laughed while getting up. She looked just to see him picking up his cat. “Michelangelo, you shouldn’t startle the princess so.” He came over to the bed once more, the cat jumped out of his arms. “Princess, I’m sorry you’ve lost so much, and at so young.”
Watching him sit down, his cat rubbed her head against her arm. “It’s not something I really wanted.” Looking at the pillows at the foot of the bed, “I’m just scared if I go to sleep, I’ll see those nightmares again. Or I’ll wake up to this place burning down too…”
He came over to her, sitting while careful not to disturb the cat. Wrapping his arm around her, his hand pressed softly against her head, letting the princess lean against him. “This castle won’t go down that easily. And you won’t ever be alone in here.” She could feel his hand rubbing her arm, reassuring her. “Would you like me to stay tonight?”
Without thinking, she gave a nod. “Yes please.” He helped her to bed, tucking me in while Michelangelo sat at her feet.
He looked to the feline, scratching softly behind her ears. “Are you gonna keep her company too?” Giving a chuckle before laying next to her, on top of the covers respectively. “We’ll both stay here until you fall asleep.”
She kept the picture in her arms, giving a nod. “Giles? Thank you.”
His fingers traced against her head softly, petting her like his cat. It seemed silly, but it kept her relaxed. Slowly shutting her eyes. Soon her breathing had slowed, letting her sleep calmly for once.
As she fell asleep, he carefully took the frame from her arms. With her parents now on the side table, he had them facing her. “Your daughter has become a wonderful person. Even the king is taken kindly to her. I’m sure you’re both proud of her.” After his whispers, the rain outside seemed to settle. He kept next to her, hearing the clock chime midnight. Seeing Michelangelo was comfortable, he took off most his clothing pieces except his pants before laying in bed with an arm on top of her.
170603 Hwasa sent flowers to SISTAR for their promotion (trans.)
(1) Soyou Instagram Stories: Mamamoo’s Hwasa sent us these pretty flowers ❤️️❤️️ Thank you very much ^^ This is so touching, the flowers are very beautiful and your heart is beautiful, too. I will cheer for you always 😀❤️️
When I was looking up photographs for sunset lighting and motorcycles and leather jackets I kept coming across pictures from Top Gun and I realized Karamatsu definitely loves Top Gun and definitely views Maverick as a paragon of sensitive roguish masculine sensuality and definitely stands in front of the mirror with the dvd paused doing his best imitation of various 1986 Tom Cruise poses.