#every inch a queen

[camillasgirl]

King Charles III and Queen Camilla attend the State Banquet at Bellevue Palace, Berlin, the official residence of the President of Germany, 29.03.2023

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Random thing I enjoyed that they changed in adapting the Wingfeather books to a tv show (that’s also in the short film but anyway):

~*SPOILERS*~ if you haven’t read book 2, “North! Or be Eaten”

The scene where Leeli sings Yurgen’s Tune with the dragons on the cliffs in the first episode and Yurgen pops up over the cliff and just hovers over her. In the books, the dragons are watching from the Dark Sea, but they keep their distance from the cliff walls, so while the kids still experience the magic of Leeli’s singing and the dragon’s memories, there’s no enormous creature hovering there speaking directly to them.

Why I like this change so much is because at the end of book 2 we get the exact same visual, except this time Yurgen isn’t just curious, he’s trying to end them, he’s ready to straight up destroy the ship they’re on. And as he hovers there, massive and intimidating, tiny Leeli gets out her whistleharp and stands there in utter defiance of him and plays Yurgen’s tune, which calms him down enough that he doesn’t just immediately kill them.

(And then Leeli reaches out and touches him, the first person to touch a dragon in epochs.)

And the parallels of these scenes, when we have them both visually done, are going to be so powerful and impactful. The first episode of season 1 and (what I assume will be) the last episode of season 2 with the same visuals but in vastly different context.

I can’t wait to see it.

[black-queen-rising]

This Council is Hereby Called To Order

(Starter for an ensemble scene within @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood)

Since the dragons first landed in Westeros, one truth has remained foremost within the halls the Red Keep and at the heart of the power held by the Targaryen Crown; The Small Council of the ruling King or Queen were the only members of the court who truly had the ear of their kingdom's monarch.

"You must ensure you arrive after the Lords have had enough time to treat with one another, without allowing their negotiations to turn to madness."

Rhaenyra was skeptical of most of the advice her late father had provided on matters of ruling; the decade she spent as Hand, in truth, ruling in his stead, was more formative of an education than any advice the late King had seen fit to provide. On this matter, however, she had found the guidance sound, and arrived precisely ten minutes after the Lords of her small council had been called to arrive. The new Queen entered in a whirl of silver-gold curls and burgundy toned silk, taking the seat at the head of the long, oak table that filled most of the small council chamber as if it had belonged to Rhaenyra all her life. After all, had it not in so many ways? It was no secret she was still recovering from the attempt on her life, but none would no simply by looking at her, if there was one thing Westeros' first ruling Queen had honed to its pinnacle over her life, it was the presentation of perfection, regardless of what persisted underneath the veneer.

It took no more than a gentle clearing of her throat for the advisors gathered around the table to fall silent, then Rhaenyra offered a dazzling smile, and called the meeting to order. "Good morrow, my lords, ladies, you have my gratitude for your patience, so let us be prompt and see straight to our most pressing business of the day. I believe my Good-Father, Lord Corlys, has petitioned to take the floor first, then their is our Lady-Hand's agenda, updates I have been informed should liked to be discussed by Lord Dalton, Prince Daemon and Lady Mysaria, as well as Lord Cregan, regarding the loyalties of their respective lieges and some ruffled feathers that may need soothing in the Wastelands, and, of course, Prince Jacaerys Ser Stefan, and Prince Daeron's progress on the investigation into the...unfortunate interruption at His Grace, my Father's funeral feast," The Queen forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat that persisted whenever the attempt on her life was broached, even now nearly a moon hence, before concluding. "That said, my Lord Corlys, you have the floor."

Response order is as follows: @lordhusband @calla-celtigar @creganstarkrp @daltongreyjoy-rp @theladymysaria

@rogueprincedaemontarg @sersteffondarklyn @notatargaryenbastard @thedaringprince

[swimmingpandaeaglehands]

If anyone needs a reminder how beautiful Catherine Tate is

was binge watching her stuff last night and... listen I already know she's super beautiful, but...

(speechless) (stunned by her beauty)

[itsscottiesstark]

Okay but if season 3 doesn't include Crowley drunk in love singing "I was born to love you" by Queen to Aziraphale WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT

[mlobsters]

hannibal x pretty hate machine (1989) by nine inch nails the only time / kinda i want to / get down make love

[foreverhotwife]

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[sing-you-fools]

[southsideborn]

JB Jones & Percival Pickens (ft. @powertoinduce)

[ludashiki]

for as many times as ive accidentally squashed and kicked her while writhing around in pain on the couch she sure does insist on being with me anyway

[fr33me]

need this too but she would maintain her fits on check

she is the type of woman that is classy 24/7 high heels and stuf with massive bags under her eyes?

YES

sleep deprived and ✨elegant✨

The way I need Gwen to have a Jonathan Sims arc, I need her to grow her hair out and wear a ratty t shirt and fall in love with her annoying coworker who gave her coffee once

[black-queen-rising]

House of Memories

(Closed starter for @helaenasdreamfyres)

The hours that sat between dusk and true night hung long in the transition from spring to summer where the seasons had been sitting for nigh on half a year. Helaena, Aegon, the rest of Rhaenyra's younger half siblings, and their whole household arrived back at the Red Keep the day before; returned to King's Landing for the first time since they were officially named Prince and Princess of Dragonstone by the Princess-Hand's own decree. The latest, and largest, show of good faith in the long string of promises, compromises, and peace offerings she'd orchestrated in the hopes her efforts would sate those who wished to go against her father's will and seat Aegon on the throne no matter the cost to The Realm.

It was no secret Rhaenyra missed Helaena most when their family split apart once more after all sharing a roof for nearly a decade since their father made her hand, not to either of them, the rest of their house, or anyone in the court not too distracted by spreading rumors about how they must loathe each other behind the scenes; because of course, isn't that what all women do? Rhaenyra let out a quiet laugh at the thought, contemplating how much she truly had missed her sister in their time away, and now they're here, and all she had to do was wait for Helaena to see her own children off to bed before they'd have a chance to speak freely with one another—as the pair had agreed earlier that day—her patience for waiting has seemed to vanish into thin air.

If the new Targaryens of Dragonstone had only returned to the Red Keep for some celebration or event, to celebrate Queen Alicent's name day, Jacaerys' wedding, perhaps even another babe she's all too aware her siblings were unlikely to have—but hoped they may have decided to pursue after all, as the comfort of their family island had inspired in her what now felt like half a life time ago—the only thing testing her patience would be the giddy nerves that catalyzed her whenever events and visitors descended upon King's Landing. However, the circumstances of their father's rapidly deteriorating health, what it meant for the realm, and the swarms of nobles all crowding into the capital expected to mourn the fall of a King and celebrate the rise of a Queen in equal parts have created countless more complicated emotions to eat at the Rhaenyra's resolve.

Persistent, pounding, perpetual worry for their father, their family, Helaena as much, and perhaps more than all the rest, was the fruit of the tree grown by all those inarticulable, awful feelings; Rhaenyra would never hesitate sing her sister's praises, but she was never good with handling stress, even less so at negative emotions, and though she'd never admit such to her, the older Princess had lost sleep in the past few days caught up in the anxiety of knowing grief was not a pain her sister could be protected from any longer, no matter how hard she wished it.

A knock on the door finally roused the Rhaenyra from her worrying. "Sweet sister!" Rhaenyra stands as soon as the guard stationed outside her chambers announces the younger Princess' arrival. She wrapped her arms around her sister gently before she'd barely crossed the threshold, before lead her back towards the sitting area with a gentle smile she hoped would at least conceal her nerves to ensure Helaena wasn't sent scurrying away by her own anxieties. "How are you faring, my love, and the children? I wish you were all returning under happier circumstances but I...I am happy to see you."

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[chobunz]

── “ something new ” ( lhs ) 📌

๑ You and your boyfriend try face riding for the first time ever, his new #favorite position from now on.

pair: jock!heeseung ㅊ thick gf!reader | warnings: smut, dry grinding, face sitting, shaking, spanking, praise, quick death jokes, heeseung admiring you to the core, trying new things, worried reader, thirsty heeseung ftw, use of safe word | words: 918

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“fuck..” heeseung groaned, feeling your core grind on top of his clothed erect. ‘netflix and chill’, yeah it's cliché and all but it gets the sex drive going. the two of you were watching *** (show/movie name) cuddled up in bed together. you finally had the day off and what better way to spend it than with your precious, handsome boyfriend? always 100% a good time. guaranteed.

“mmh.. ‘m so wet baby.” you moaned against his mouth, if anything, after you finished you wanted his lips to be bruised, you wanted everyone to know that he had more than what he needed, you knew your worth. “you make me so wet…”

watching you ride him always struck a line in him. he was always wanting to try new things with you in the bedroom. you two have been through a series of ‘never do agains’ ‘once in a whiles’ and ‘fucking greats’, position wise. though, you were always a riding type of girl, you loved how you could feel every inch of him and even have control of him when you’re on top.

“wan’ you to ride my face this time, princess.” he breathed out as you pull away, gently caressing your skin. his hands travelled the curves of your body, all the way down to the hem of your shorts. tugging them down past your thighs.

you tip off of him to take your shorts off fully, feeling him smack your ass as in indicator to do so. “ride your face ?..” you questioned. you weren’t really sure how to ride someone’s face as you’ve never tried it before, sitting back down on his waist.

he hummed at your shyness, pulling your bottom up to his chest. “you don’ want to ?” “we don’ gotta...” he lazily spoke, not wanting you to feel pressured at all.

“no, no. i mean.. i’m definitely down. i just don’t wanna kill you..” you couldn’t help but worry, you worried about if he’d be able to breathe properly while you sat on his pretty face.

“no baby, i’d live just to die from this pussy. kill me.” he joked kissing your thigh. “wan’ you to suffocate me..” his eyes found yours biting his lip. his sight dripped from your eyes, to your lips, then your boobs, and all the way down to your wetness. he could feel the heat from your core on his bare skin.

you felt so lucky to have someone who constantly praised and worshipped you. he made you feel like a queen, which he so rightfully believed you were one. maybe even a lost princess, ready to claim the throne as yours.

and let’s not lie, you certainly did find one. which looked something like heeseung’s lap— and his face pretty soon.

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“heeseu.. heeseung !” your hands tugged at the strands of his hair as he licked your slate clean. you were constantly whining. your moans singing a beautiful song to heeseung’s ears.

everytime you found yourself lifting up from his mouth you felt him forcefully pulling you back down. devouring you like a lion to it’s prey. hearing him groan an ‘uhnuhn’ whenever you’d try and lighten the weight you put on his head.

his tongue entered you from time to time, stroking the side of your walls with perfection. “baby, kiwi..” you cried, patting the top of his head. when the safe word slid out of your mouth he immediately stopped.

“did i do something wrong ?” he rubbed your thighs as you shifted on top of him. the bit of worry leaving him once you hovered back over his thirsty mouth.

“mhm.. jus’ wanted to turn around..” you shakily exhaled, feeling him tighten his grip on your ass before he dove back into you.

“taste so good baby..” his hot breath fanned against your sopping core.

you brushed your fingers along his abdomen, pulling his designer briefs down far enough for his bulge to fling out. your hips rotating at just the sight alone.

“hm, no baby, just relax pretty.” he groaned, nibbling on your bud.

“please, hee..” you pleaded, rubbing his length gently.

“no, sit the fuck up.” he pulled your waist, causing you to lean up straight. a pout adorning your lips.

“but, you’re so hard baby..” “looks so good..” you grinded against his mouth once his tongue found your insides again. moaning at your neediness for him.

you felt yourself shaking just at the feel of him kissing your dewy cunt. it was so sloppy and passionate. he kissed your pussy like he loved it. and he did. he could do it for hours without complaining.

“shit.. gonna come..” you breathlessly whined.

“you’re gonna come, hmm? mama ?” he smirked against you licking through each fold. he didn’t wanna waste a single drop of you.

“yeah..” eyes closing shut at the feeling, ready to burst any minute.

“then do it.” he teased your clit, spelling out his name on the tip of your swollen bud. giggling as he could hear you falling apart above him.

“come for me baby.”

he continued praising you, cheering you on every step of the way. your legs were shaking uncontrollably.

“ugh, i’m coming.. right now..” you struggled to even speak, a last stroke of his tongue making your insides tighten. “fuck !”

your body ‘laxed on his. you were breathing heavier than ever. and even felt slight embarrassment for yourself.

“shit princess, you just squirted..” he caressed your shivering ass; licking his cumstache with a ‘good girl.’

“hmmm...”

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