my mad fat diary meme × favorite quote: “You see yourself as a fragile thing. Like a little broken bird sloshing around in a bottle. But if you trust me, if we trust each other.. you’ll be all right. Because, basically, I think you’re a pretty tough cookie.”
Sorry, I'm sure you have discussed it before, but why do you disagree about the peeing one?
Harry tweeted this quote - “I’m
glad I was stood next to you at the urinals..if I had to get someone’s
pee splashed on me, I’d much rather have your pee than his pee.” - on November 30th, 2011, which is well over a year after Harry and Louis met in the X-Factor bathroom.
know that whenever Harry quotes somebody on Twitter without stating a
source, we assume Louis said it, but even if Louis said that particular
quote, I’m not sure why everybody automatically assumed it was related
to them meeting in the bathroom. Like…by that point, Harry and Louis had
probably been in the bathroom together many many many times. Also, it could have been Louis saying that (meaning, I’d rather your pee than his pee) to one of the other boys or whoever…just because Harry tweeted it doesn’t mean that Louis said it directly to and about him. Also, when they were at the London Session, fans in the audience said that one of the boys (I think Harry, but it could have been Louis) said that the other was standing at the sink when they met in the bathroom. So…..yeah.
I don’t care that people have this headcanon, but it does bother me that people in the fandom generally act like it’s 100% canon when it takes some major reaching (in my opinion) to get there. That headcanon rests on several assumptions, including 1) the “hi” and “oops” are definitely the first words Harry and Louis said to each other, 2) the tweet is a quote by Louis, 3) the quote by Louis was said to/about Harry, 4) the quote was said by Louis about when they first met, 5) they were talking about (and Harry was tweeting about) their first meeting over a year after it happened.
P.S. Just to clarify, I still think the “hi” and “oops” tattoos are complimentary, and I still think they’re in each others’ handwriting.
I love your work but I find it kinda creepy how in that one Tom and Ginny both look 16... I think it's important to remember she's 11
First of all, thank you for your message! I’m glad you sent an ask instead of writing your comment under the drawing :) That’s a really nice change! (I mean it, thank you!) Now I’ll just use my sarcastic font to tell you yes, you’re absolutely right! It would be much less creepy if she was 11 here (¬‿¬ ) Ok, now let’s be serious :) I know precisely what people would write under this drawing if Ginny were 11. Besides, I wanted to show how that trauma stays with her despite time passing by. This is the subject of this piece! This is why it’s called “The Nightmare” and why I used that particular quote from the book. Riddle wasn’t just a meaningless episode that was forgotten the moment she escaped the chamber of secrets. I really can’t understand why it’s so hard to grasp the concept of older Ginny with Riddle hovering somewhere in the back of her head. And it’s amusing how people so often ignore canon to the absolute ultimate limit yet aren’t capable to deal with this drawing. I think it’s important to remember I don’t have to stick to the canon when I draw fanart. Please, just stop bashing me around for this little piece, guys! Not here, not on the site where otter-Holmes is a thing. :) Love you but come ooooon *crying*
I groaned and dragged myself into my closet, muttering that it was too damn early.
“That’s no way for a princess to speak, is it?”
She teased as I entered the room.
“And it’s hardly early, as you slept through the morning AND a good portion of the afternoon.”
She smiled at me again as I yawned.
"I just came to bring your dress in from the tailor! It’s hanging on that rack over there. When you’re finished eating, the ‘crew’ is waiting for you.”
I muttered something about annoying princesses from Spain, earning me a remark about English princesses and an amused glance.
“I’ll see you soon!”
I called as she left, still laughing.
-a few hours later, just before dark-
I peeked out from behind the bookshelf from my place on the balcony, and noticed my father.
Thank god it wasn’t my mother.
I called as I glided down the staircase, stopping in front of him on the last step.
“Why does it never fail to surprise me to find you in the library?”
He smiled widely at me, his dark eyes lighting up. I shrugged.
“Genetics, I assume.”
I winked at him playfully, and he reached out to ruffle my hair affectionately.
“Watch the hair! I did not spend several hours of my life being tortured by Marcy with a curling iron for you to mess it up!”
We both laughed, and he settled for placing a gentle hand on my cheek.
(She’s wearing the outfit in the first pic)
"My dear, you look beautiful. I remember when you took your first steps in this library, straight past your mother and right for the bookshelves, toddling about like a maniac and screeching like a banshee when you couldn’t pull the book off of the shelf. I cannot believe how much you have grown, it seems like just yesterday you were my little princess who wanted to be the knight.”
I saw his eyes beginning to water, and reached my thumbs up to wipe his eyes.
“Not you too! Marya was reduced to sobs, I simply cannot handle a round 2!”
I joked, and he laughed slightly.
"I love you, father.”
He wrapped me in a hug, his arms protecting me from the world as they always had. His dark hair smelled like coffee, and he smelled of parchment and lazy Sunday mornings. I breathed in the comforting scent, the only word coming to mind was home.
“I love you more, my dear.”
We stayed that way for a while, before I pulled away slightly.
“I believe I have a ball to attend, and mother will behead us both if we’re late!”
He laughed, but stopped me.
“One last touch.”
He reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a gold crown.
“This is for you, a present from your mother and I.”
He gently placed it on my head, and I placed my fingertips to it in awe.
“Thank you, I love it!”
He smiled at me, and we interlocked arms as we made our way to the doors of the ballroom through the long halls of the palace.
We reached the heavy doors, and I took a deep breath.
The guards smiled encouragingly at me, and I repeated my grandmother’s favorite quote like a mantra under my breath.
“You will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow.”
Please don’t ask me why I found myself repeating that quote in particular, but it comforted me greatly.
I heard my father laughing quietly, and smacked his shoulder.
A loud voice boomed from inside the ballroom, halting all music.
“May I present to you, King Caspian and Princess Evangeline!”
The doors slowly opened to reveal my father and I.
Everyone turned to stare at me, and I smiled warmly at the crowds.
“Please, do not let us interrupt your dancing! May the festivities begin!”
I opened the ball with a wave of my arm, the crowds cheering in response.
The music resumed, a cheery and delightful tune that had me pulling my father out onto the floor.
He scoffed playfully.
“You know I hate to dance!”
"Too bad, dear father, because I love to.”
I smiled at him as he caved, and we began to dance.
The song soon ended and everyone clapped as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Your majesty, would you mind if I cut in?”
My father smiled tightly at Prince Jack, before allowing me to dance with him. He made his way over to my mother, Queen Susan, and he beamed at her. Oh, how I wish to be loved like that.
Prince Jack bowed in front of me, gently extending his hand, which I took with a wry smile.
“Pleasure seeing you here.”
“Well, it just so happens to be my ball.”
"You know what I meant, Princess.”
“I’m afraid I cannot quite decipher you or your words, Prince Jack.”
I laughed as he twirled me, winking at him while we continued our banter.
Prince Jack (Gilinsky) had been courting me since my family had visited his palace in Italy over the summer, attending my dear friend Prince Jack (Johnson) of France’s engagement celebration, hosted by his best friend.
(Yes I know Italy and France don’t have a royal family but just go with it for the sake of the story. Really a lot of these places don’t have royalty, but in my story they do haha)
The distance between us had been rather daunting, as I was still studying at university and he was away shadowing his father. He and his family had arrived at my family’s castle over a week ago, obviously invited to our Christmas Ball.
His dark hair and eyelashes still had snow on them, and I assumed he had recently been outside.
My suspicion was confirmed when I saw Jack (Johnson)’s backside, still plastered with snow.
I laughed gently, Jack’s (Gilinsky) dark eyes meeting mine playfully.
"Fine job you did on the decorating- must have taken you ages, what with your perfectionist ways.”
The ballroom did look beautiful, tall and elegantly decorated trees and warm golden decor, perfect to the last detail. It was even snowing!
Jack smiled down at me, expertly dipping me and cheekily planting a kiss on my cheek.
A slower song came on, and he placed one hand on my waist, more so on my back, and the other entwined with my hand. My free hand reached up to rest on Jack’s chest, and we stared in each other’s eyes.
Jack felt my back carefully, pausing his sentence.
He smiled forcefully at me, and pulled me close to whisper in my ear.
“Why the hell do you have a dagger tucked in to the corset of your dress.”
I scoffed, whispering back
“Really, Jack? Now? And for your information, it’s because the Prime Minister suspected foul play in the murder of Parliament member James Crossley. Security is tight and nothing could possibly go wrong, but this was just a last resort in case anything went wrong. Just precautions.”
He glared at me, before pulling me out the doors into the courtyard.
"I don’t like it. You don’t need it! for god’s sake Evie, you don’t even know how to use the thing!”
He spread his arms out exasperatedly, and I grabbed him by the tie. I spoke evenly, dead calm and a stone cold glare in my eyes.
“Listen here, Gilinsky. I’ve been training since I could barely walk, because being royalty is dangerous- and no matter how much security there is- there’s always a chance something will go wrong. I am my own person, and if I want to carry a goddamn dagger then I’ll carry a goddamn dagger. You do not get to dictate what I can and cannot do!”
"I’m sorry, Evie.” He spoke quietly. He opened his mouth to speak again , but seeing my anger, he closed his mouth tightly.
He went to put an arm around my waist.
“Don’t touch me.”
He ran his hands through his hair frustratedly, and he groaned.
“What do you want me to do, Evie? I said I’m sorry!”
I looked him straight in the eyes.
“Words are nothing without actions, Prince Jack.”
I twirled gracefully on my heel, and waltzed back into the ballroom. I fully planned on enjoying my night, even without Jack.
I made my rounds, stopping to greet Tatiana and even introduced her to my old friend Prince Taylor of Norway. The two hit it off spectacularly, with Tatiana’s younger brother Aaron watching over his sister worriedly from a distance.
Tatiana was going for the whole “Belle” look, and her yellow dress looked perfect alongside her dark braided updo, and her eyes seemed to twinkle with the firelight.
Taylor looked stunned to have been paired with her, disbelieving that the beautiful girl he had stared at from across the room even wished to speak to him.
I smiled as I watched the two, and I then found Jack (Johnson), who asked why I was not attached at the hip to his dear friend Gilinsky at the moment.
He noticed my expression darkening, and went to hug me, his sky blue eyes turning sympathetic.
“I’m so sorry Eves, I wish I knew what to say.”
I told him what had happened, and he cursed under his breath.
“I’ll talk to him, okay?”
He kissed my forehead before heading off to find Jack.
Next I found Prince Nash and Prince Hayes of Iceland, and learned that Will was off dancing with his fiancée, but caught him throwing me a smirk from across the room.
Nash left after kissing my cheek, finally persuaded by me to ask my cousin who was visiting from Wales -a lovely blonde, green eyed girl named Mary- to dance.
I chatted with Hayes for a while, his blue eyes not unlike his brother’s often flashing to a girl near us, and he constantly ran his fingers through his brown hair.
I soon realized the girl to be Emily ( hayestbh ). She was with Brigid, playing with the stunning little Skylynn, who wore an adorable dark green dress and had her hair curled. I silently cheered and called them over, hugging the duo.
Hayes hugged Brigid, apparently having met the Irish Princess before, and she whispered something in his ear that made him blush deeply. I raised my eyebrow at them, and turned to glance at the Princess of Scotland. Em shrugged, but I caught her faint blush. I saw Brigid hand Skylynn over to her mother, knowing it was the young girl’s bedtime.
“I simply must catch up with Evie, we have some… Ah, secret matters to attend to. Hayes, would you care to keep Emily company?”
Hayes and Em blushed, but complied to Brigid’s wishes as Hayes pulled her over to the balcony, Em’s elegant braid whipping behind her.
Brig smirked at me and pulled me into a warm hug. Her dark blonde curls smelled faintly of mocha, and I laughed at the girl’s constant use of the perfume I had given her last Christmas.
"It’s so great to see you! You look lovely, as always. Where’s Jack?”
“We had a slight fight, nothing to worry about!”
We chatted for a while, constantly peering at Hayes and Em dancing out on the balcony. They were so cute!
“I still can’t get over the fact that Em let you set them up like that.”
“Easy. I’m relentless, I would not give up on the subject until she relented! It’ll work out great anyway, they’re so great for each other!”
She smiled at her two friends, her blue-green eyes radiating happiness at the sight of her two best friends together, and I smiled my own little devious smile.
"Brigid, have you had the chance to meet my friend Mathew yet?”
I saw her facial expression change as she realized what was about to happen.
I smirked playfully before calling out to the boy who was close by.
“Matt! Lovely to see you again!”
The Polish Prince smiled at me, hugging me tightly.
“Always great to see you, Princess!”
“Have you happened to meet my dear friend Brigid?”
Matt smiled warmly at the girl, extending his hand for her to place hers in.
She went to shake, but he twisted her hand and bent down and kissed her knuckles.
“I don’t believe I have had the pleasure.”
Brigid blushed, and I took that as my cue to leave.
“I have to finish my rounds, you two have fun!”
I laughed as I realized how many relationships would be sprouting up after tonight.
Unfortunately, I was shaky in my own.
Sighing deeply, I approached my mother and father.
“Hello mother, father, are you enjoying your evening?”
My mother tucked me into a hug as my father hugged me from behind, and I was then released and spun around to find my uncles.
“Uncle Peter, Uncle Edward!”
Uncle Peter picked me up, spinning me around in a hug.
“How’s my dear Eves?”
“Good, I missed you so much!”
He kissed the top of my head, when I felt Uncle Edward pull me up again.
“Smalls! I missed you, love.”
“I missed you too!”
He put me down, and behind my mother I saw my Aunt Lucy.
Her smile widened as I ran at her, and we embraced tightly.
I almost had tears in my eyes from the happiness of seeing my closest relatives again, having missed them fiercely.
Lucy noticed my mood though, and asked that I follow her, under the pretense of wanting to catch up but throwing me a knowing look.
“Alright, what happened?”
I groaned, but knowing she wouldn’t give up, I relented.
I explained what had happened with Jack, and how it upset me that he did not see me as capable of protecting myself and “fragile”
She pursed her lips tightly, her dark lips contrasting beautifully with her pale skin and white dress, and complimenting her dark curls and bright eyes. As usual, her simplistic and natural beauty turned heads.
“Evie, dear, I’m terribly sorry. Susan and I used to loathe Peter and Edward’s overprotectiveness. That is, until we forced them to recognize us as fighters, not just ladies.”
Lucy smiled gently, her lips curving the same way my mother and I’s did.
My mother was beautiful as well, with long dark hair and intelligent jewel blue eyes. I looked a great deal like my mother and aunt, but thankfully inherited my father’s trait to tan, as in not having skin the color of a ghost- which I often had in the winter, as unlike my father, my tan would fade.
“I think you should talk to Jack, it’s important you two work it out together.”
“You’re right, but I’ll do it in the morning. I’m much too stressed and irritated right now to trust myself not to explode the first chance I get.”
We both laughed, and Lucy pulled me back into the ballroom, where I danced the night away with many of my dear friends and relatives.
The entire night I could always count on a pair of dark eyes on me, burning into my back and setting me on fire.
Eventually, it came time to close the ball.
Catching my father’s eye and his nod towards the center of the ballroom, I tapped at my glass of champagne.
Everyone quieted down as the music ceased, and all eyes turned to me.
"Everyone! Thank you all for coming to our annual Christmas Ball! It was an honor to have you all here. I would like to take the time to thank you all for making this a truly wonderful holiday, as this time of year holds no meaning without friends and family. Similarly, Christmas is also a time to make new friends as well as old. So to close this ball, I ask that you ask someone to dance that you are not close to, or someone that you’ve wanted to ask but have not found the courage to. This time of year, we find strength and comfort in the known, but we are encouraged to delve into the unknown, as you never know what you shall find there. Merry Christmas to all, and I hope to see you all again very soon!”
The crowds cheered and clapped loudly, and I caught my mother’s proud smile.
Smiling myself, I turned to find Jack (Gilinsky) making his way through the crowds.
I wasn’t quite ready to face him yet, so I turned quickly to find another face.
My eyes landed on Shawn Mendes, an American boy whose family was close with my mother’s side from when she was young.
He smiled at me, breaking through the crowds as well.
And then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned to find Parliament member Maxwell Markabee, an arrogant man much older than myself and invited out of courtesy.
"Why hello, Princess Evangeline. Would you care for a dance?”
His cold blue eyes, so unlike my Aunt Lucy’s, met mine, and I restrained the urge to shiver.
Luckily Shawn broke through just then, and but in.
“Very sorry sir, but Evangline promised to save the last dance for me, as we do every year.”
Shawn lied smoothly, and I sighed in relief as the man glared but trudged away.
“I love you.”
I breathed as I rested my head in his chest, and felt his laughter rumble.
“Who doesn’t? Now would you mind introducing me to your lovely friend Alaina ( emeraldsinhiseyes ) before we leave? I didn’t get the chance to properly introduce myself after she almost killed me.”
Catching my curious and amused gaze, he sighed exasperatedly.
"Oh, here we go. It was an accident! She tripped and hit one of the suits of armor and the sword slipped and almost sliced me across the face! She was so embarrassed and I was so embarrassed and I caught her name before she rushed off but-”
He was cut off by my laughter.
I smiled at him and told him not to worry, and that I would introduce them. Alaina was one of Brigid’s close friends, and wasn’t leaving for Ireland (where she often went during the winter months to visit Brigid instead of remaining in Italy) with her until after the holiday.
I felt a strange stare on me, but it was probably just Jack.
Except it didn’t feel like Jack’s.
Brushing it off as a slight buzz-induced feeling from the champagne, I went back to regaling tales of past Christmas balls with Shawn.
Until I heard a shriek.
I heard it from the courtyard, and recognized it to be my mother’s.
Not realizing just what was happening yet, I reached back and grabbed my dagger from my corset.
I ran for the garden, realizing that it had just been my mother and father out there.
I peeked through the doors, and saw a man holding my mother, his knife pressed against her throat.
Shawn went to scream for the guards, but I shushed him.
“Go and call the guards, but tell them not to enter yet. Code 23, they’ll know what to do.”
I ran into a connecting hall and launched myself up the stairs, grabbing my mother’s bow and arrow from the wall and quietly making my way out onto a dark balcony that overlooked the courtyard. I heard my father trying to negotiate with the man, but I knew it would be no use.
I carefully took my aim, knowing that one false move could kill my mother or alert the man to my presence, talking away my surprise advantage.
I evened my breathing.
Carefully, I pulled the arrow back.
Gently, I adjusted my aim once more.
I let the arrow fly, the silver ray of moonlight cutting through the night.
It collided with the knuckles of the hand holding the dagger, causing him to sputter curses and release my mother.
I dropped from the balcony, pulling out my dagger once more.
Just me and Maxwell.
He spat at me, his thin bone dagger gripped tightly in his right hand, his left bleeding deeply.
"You want a bitch? I’ll show you a bitch.”
I aimed for his right, catching him off guard that I would go for his strong side but then curved my thrust to cut a shallow wound on his opposite bicep, tearing his thin white shirt and blood seeping through the fabric.
He aimed to strike at my unprotected shoulder, barely grazing my forearm as I ducked and went in to punch his gut, quickly and effectively knocking his breath away.
"Evie!” I heard being called several times by several different voices, but I ignored all of them.
A battle was meant for two.
The crowds had heard the commotion, but all obeyed and stayed behind the glass.
We fought fiercely, parrying away thrusts and blocking shots, never once letting down our guard and senses heightening to the point where I could smell the sweat on the back of our observers’ necks inside, craning to get a view of the princess battling in a ball gown.
I heard my father shouting, but tuned it out.
Nothing could stop me now.
Untouchable like a god fighting a mortal, I sent a final blow to his stomach.
I turned to whisper in his ear as he dropped his dagger.
“Now, pulling this dagger out will let all your intestines loose, killing you. Leaving this dagger in might save you, but you’ll lose what little dignity you had left. Now tell me, did you kill James Crossley?”
He didn’t speak, so I twisted the dagger slightly.
He groaned, his face paling.
I let the man go, letting him fall to the ground with my dagger still buried in his stomach.
They all rushed outside.
“I want this man treated for his wounds, and then a trial. You all heard his confession to killing fellow Parliament member James Crossley? And saw his attempt to kill my mother, as well as attempting to kill me?”
My volume was normal, but the seriousness of my time carried.
Everyone shouted yes, and I paused to face the man.
“Then his trial shall be swift.”
I turned to face the guards once more, and muttered to one.
“Clean the dagger please, but leave it in. He deserves to rot in prison for what he’s done. Death will be a blessing compared to what awaits him.”
I turned to address the crowd.
“Everyone! You will find an attendant waiting for you when you leave the ballroom with your family! I ask that you all stay the night, as we are unsure as to wait else could be planned on the outside, and your safety is of the utmost importance. Please await news in your rooms, and breakfast will be served in the dining hall at 8 tomorrow morning. Goodnight!”
The crowd was ushered out quickly, and I sent reassuring glances at my friends before they left.
I caught Jack’s worried gaze, and sighed.
I found my way over towards him, letting my parents have some space to determine the damage done to my mother. Nothing serious, hopefully.
“Evie, God I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I was so worried, and oh shot you’re bleeding!"
He tucked me in a hug, and I gently hugged him back.
Suddenly, all the energy rushed out of me, leaving me drained and exhausted. I felt every little scrape, and my ankle started throbbing in pain. Why hadn’t I felt that earlier?
I collapsed to my knees, but Jack tightened his grip to keep me from falling further.
He picked me up bridal style, and whispered in my ear.
He promised to tell my parents that I was drained and needed sleep, and carried me to my room.
We fell into a nice silence, just comforted by each other’s presence.
We finally reached my room, and he carried me into the bathroom.
He set me down on the edge of my large bath, walked out and into my closet, and quickly returned with a large tee shirt, shorts, and sweatpants.
“Throw the shorts on so I can examine your ankle, and then you can put the sweats on since it’s freezing.”
He left quietly, shutting the door behind him.
I went over to the mirror, wincing as my ankle flared in pain.
I looked wild, makeup smudged and curls flying everywhere.
My dress wasn’t ripped though, funnily enough.
I slowly stripped, removing all my jewelry and washed all my makeup off.
I pulled on the clothes, threw my hair up in a loose bun, and called for Jack.
He came in, smiling cautiously at me, but frowning when he noticed my already swollen ankle and the bruises blossoming like violets on my arms and legs.
“You look like hell.”
“Thank you, Jack, you sure know how to woo a girl.”
I said dryly, faintly smiling.
He blushed lightly, and I giggled.
Sometime between him bandaging my cuts and apologizing over and over again for his actions, I had fallen asleep.
The dreams that accompanied my slumber were things best left unsaid, but they all began the same.
Hello there, fellow Klaroliners! Are you excited, yet? Because you will be soon enough!
I’m officially presenting to you (the brilliant idea actually belongs to Kayla, though) the first ever Klaroquote Day, which is going to take place on the next Thursday, aka the 10th of July.
During that day, throughout the whole day, the only thing that you are cordially invited to do is go on Twitter whenever you can and tweet your favorite Klaroline quotes, maybe adding why it is that you love those particular ones so much and also using the hashtag #KlaroquoteDay, so that people will be able to browse through everyone’s favorite quotes if they wish to.
Then, on that same day, at 3pm EST/8pm UK, we would very much love to trend ‘Happy Klaroquote Day’, always on Twitter of course, to celebrate the successful day all together!
I think this could be a great opportunity to have fun as a fandom, remembering all those amazing, epic and feels-inducing Klaroline quotes that we all love so much, and also to once again own Twitter like we all know that we can do.
I genuinely hope that you are all going to like and approve of this idea, and that you will all be able to take part to it.
Pretty please, reblog this to spread the word if you can, so as many people as possible will know about it and hopefully join.