#ch: william

[warwickroyals]

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New Westminster - New Westminster is the westernmost province of Sunderland. Flanked by the Pacific Ocean and the Rocky Mountains. The province has a diverse geography, characterized by dense forests, rugged coastlines, and arid farmland. New Westminister is bordered to the south by the province of Alexandria, Cheyenne to the east, and the Canadian province of British Columbia to the north. It is Sunderland's third-most populous province.

Cascadia - Cascadia is a major city in Western Sunderland and the most populous city in New Westminster.

[etenniettes]

[theoneryderlynn]

Well yeah, it'll be one of the biggest days of my life, so a lil bit of stress seems quite natural. Great! Are you guys still together? I can relate because I'll be also married to my best friend, and I couldn't be happier.

Well if your friend wants to talk about why he's freaking out about his own wedding, then consider this friend to be open for conversation. I was married once, and it was the most beautiful time of my life since I got to marry my best friend.

[spuffygifs]

William Pratt in his suit (requested) BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | S7E17: Lies My Parents Told Me

[brw]

What is Simon Williams if not Hank McCoy's personal jungle gym.

[papabigtoes]

the other helf freem yeesteerdeey (im calling both halfs Hamburger Time with a side eh Korn)

[nurturercelia]

Naturally, the idea of hours of manual labor in the hot sun did not seem thrilling to many, but the Greenhouse was Celia's escape. It was a place that required immense care, a calming respite where Celia knew exactly how to fix the problems the plants possessed.

While she visited the Greenhouse Saturday morning, never once did she think all of the wards would be under its roof in a few short days. She very rarely seemed to find any of them accompanied her on her visits. She supposed, like many labors of youth, the plants were left unattended, forced to shrivel and harden with age. It was difficult to bear the thought of something so important to Richard falling to neglect. That was as good a motivation for her as any to start the day.

She entered the Greenhouse with her morning tea in hand, expecting to find it as she always did. The sight of another made her mind wonder to who could share in her adoration. At first she assumed Angus--he probably had a laundry list of tasks to prepare and duties to assign before the others arrived.

She found herself, against her will, both perplexed and delighted to find it was in fact William who called to her. The skipping of heart beats so familiar to her more than fifteen years ago fell in her chest. William did not present as the type who yearned to get a lead on the day's work, but he was the type to know where she wanted to be. Turns out he was more than right.

There was a hair she just desperately needed to smooth and tuck behind her ear. "I didn't pin you as someone who wanted to get a head start this morning," she replied in leiu of a greeting. She grinned at him, impossibly recounting the last time she had ever done so. It felt like no time had passed. Like eighteen years of growing up hadn't happened. Like Celia's wedding hadn't happened.

She ignored his comment, shaking it off with a scoff. "His name is Michael," she corrected, feeling her stomach drop. "You know that." Or you would if you read my letters. The subject made her tense, an unfamiliar and unwelcomed feeling. She approached him, meandering close, but choosing to follow his gaze to the pile of dried limbs that lay before them. "Could you not sleep? Or did you just want to show Angus and Natalia you're a go-getter?"

for: @nurturercelia 

Date: Day 2, six am.

location: the greenhouse

The greenhouse lay away from the magnificent face of Woodrow, green sweeps of turf marking William's solitary amble to its doors. His personal feelings of inadequacy had roused him from sleep and brought him here --- he could not live to see his private sentiments of uselessness in mourning become a sated fact. William had spent little time in the greenhouse during his youth, but nostalgia had become a wonderful stimulus to his nerves --- while death set to rotting the foundation of Woodrow, William would clear away root and twig, attempting to conjure memories that would sting his eyes. William did not find beauty when he stepped inside, tugging a pair of gloves onto his fingers; his aim now had become to rescue a piece of greenery for safe-keeping. He took in flowers growing in bunches, their tangled limbs embalming the pots beneath them --- the evidence of skilled hands present in pots bearing labels, chicken wire to aid in growth. William's ambivalent survey found pleasant interruption; he looked up at the approaching figure, their frame passing through the door he'd left open. "So, you don't trust me alone in here either?" The wards had long been eased of responsibility whenever Celia appeared, a saintly chivalry in her hands as she carried their burdens --- but as William turned upon her now, he knew her heart laboured painfully. He could never look upon Celia and not endeavour to make his countenance a kingly place; there was a primitive, instinctive devotedness in his manner towards her. "Unless of course, you just wanted to see me; I could naturally understand that. That Geoffrey, Lionel, whoever you married -- I can't imagine he offers you stimulating interactions, the way I can."

[artofdisneyfairies]

Tinker Bell (Book) - Illustration by William Fenholt

- ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ -

[dragonologist-phd]

The Soul of the Rose

huge thank you to @felrija for this classical redraw commission of Piper!!

I'm so in love with this, it's such a gorgeous piece and I'm absolutely over the moon with how it turned out. I've always loved the original and the redraw fits Piper so well- the colors and the atmosphere of it all is just perfect!

[haikyooh]

Ellie's birthday on film. (x)

[hyacinths-bridgerton]

CAN'T SHAKE THE DEVIL LIVING IN MY SHOULDER

YOU FIRST, Paramore

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | sexual content | anal mention | character mentions murdering you at the end as sex innuendo.

TALON swears it's nothing to him, that you're nothing to him. His life is in service of the Court, of his self-interest, of his preservation. There's no room for you, or someone like you when his duties must be upheld, and sacrifices are to be made. If anyone were to think you meant something to him, you could be the sacrifice. Dealt on the altar of power, you'd be a snow white lamb with your throat cut. There is no room for you with him.

Yet when he looks into your sweet doe eyes, breathes in the scent of your hair, he forgets everything for a moment. One merciful moment is his as he indulges in rich rapture, drinking you in like the God of Wine's most sacred blend. You are an art-form. Truly, in your most vulnerable state, you allow him to bask in it. No one knows what you sound like at climax, no one has seen your bare statuesque form bent and frayed in every position as he unravels you from the inside, no one but him. You give it all to him so trustingly, so naive yet impetuous. He admires it, admires you.

You've grown so distracting to him, he even ponders your recent escapades during his missions. The lonely and long hours of the night are a little more bearable when he visualizes your warm body underneath him, soaking him up as you take his every inch. Briefly, he considers entering you from another hole just to see your eyes light up with intrigue, greeting the new sensation with all the wiles and tenacity of a girl eager to prove herself. You do good for him.

One single claw draws up the blade of his knife at the thought. Uncharacteristically absent-minded, your image runs away with him, a curl tugging at the corner of his mouth when he stifles an anticipatory chuckle. He'll be with you soon. Even if he can't have you completely, that he won't let himself be yours, he'll borrow you as many times as he sees fit.

And if the Court discovers you, he'll be the one to end you. Compared to what the Court will do to you if they find out you've laid with the Talon, it'll be merciful. He'll even let you look into his eyes.

[soup-of-bones]

Drop the most underrated WWATTW songs in the RBs

For me, Yes, to err is human, so don't be one. As well as Venetian Blind Man

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

I haven't even read it yet and it ALREADY HURTS (even more so with context of what happened just before)

I already feel too many emotions

screaming "I DIDN'T HAVE IT IN MYSELF TO GO WITH GRACE, 'CAUSE WHEN I'D FIGHT YOU USED TO TELL ME I WAS BRAVE!"

[alfapratt]

Why do you think Spike says "No, you don't. But thanks for saying it." to Buffy in his final moments?

Do you think Buffy and Spike eventually get to be together?

[brw]

Simon Williams | Wonder Man

art source -> Mark Brooks, part of his Disney'fied Marvel Comic characters' series, which you can follow on his Instagram and Twitter accounts.