#first time failing queen?

[butchnavi]

I don’t think I’ve EVER been this unprepared on the day of an exam that I’m gonna give ijbol pray 4 me hahahahahahahahahahaha. haha. ha 💀

[gaydexvocaloid]

that sure was a splatfest huh

[wonder-worker]

Is it true that Elizabeth of York birth celebrated like she was a son? I have seen some historians say this.

Hi! Yes, Edward IV did celebrate his daughter’s birth as though she was a male heir (“a prince”), iirc as per the Great Chronicle.

While we have no contemporary reports at the time of Elizabeth of York's birth, we know that Luchino Dallaghiexia reported that the birth of Edward and Elizabeth's third child, Cecily of York, "rejoiced the king and all the nobles exceedingly*, though they would have preferred a son'. Wanting a son (ie: an heir) was typical for their time period, likely enhanced by Edward and Elizabeth's unprecedentedly controversial marriage, her very unsuitable origins and his own status as a usurper. The fact that he was described as being "exceedingly" delighted at the birth of his third daughter in a row regardless does support the claim that he would have gone over-the-top to celebrate the birth of his first legitimate** child.

Hope this helps!

*Bizarrely, I have seen several historians and blogs use Dallaghiexia's letter to claim that Edward IV was bitterly disappointed at Cecily of York's birth. I don't understand how historical reading comprehension can be so poor that "rejoiced the king exceedingly" has somehow been rewritten as the...exact opposite of that. With no self-awareness whatsoever. **Edward's illegitimate daughter Margaret - popularly known as Elizabeth for some reason - was almost definitely born before his marriage. We don't know the birth dates of his other two illegitimate children: I think the likeliest conception date for Arthur was in early 1470 (when he was away from court, near Hampshire), but it's unverified; and we know nothing about Grace - which was probably her surname, not her name - other than the fact that Elizabeth Woodville seems to have been very attached to her.

[kooki914]

*Slides in* Hi, it’s I, the mighty incorrect quoter

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Asgore: What are you in the mood for?

Spade: World domination.

Asgore: That's a bit ambitious.

Spade: You are my world.

Asgore: Aww...

Spade:

Asgore:

Spade:

Asgore: OH.

—

Asgore: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Spade: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Asgore: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

—

Spade: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Asgore: I wrote you a poem.

Spade, already crying: You did?

—

Spade: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Asgore: Nope, there's 26.

Spade: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Asgore: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Spade: You'll get the D later ;).

Asgore: 😳

—

Spade: Asgore, you love me, right?

Asgore: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

—

Spade: I hate you.

Asgore: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

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Spade: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Asgore: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

—

Spade: Listen, in the wild wild west there is always a woman in the saloon and nobody messes with her even though they all have guns.

Asgore: That's because she's a prostitute.

—

Asgore: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Spade: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Asgore: I—

Asgore: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

—

These gave me a lot of inspiration, get ready for the saga of "They're both switches but Spade is in denial about it"

[discendia]

A mafia heiress ready to enjoy four years of her life barely supervised (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I forgot I never posted this sketch of Stella even if I made it like half a year ago...

[aerticent]

this is so Maven omg like

[queen-scribbles]

41. a kiss because the world is saved for a pairing of your choice! 👀

[Vikkari/Arueshalae felt perfect for this :'D]

The heart of the Worldwound gaped before them. Endless. Defiant. Inescapable in its demand for a sacrifice to end it.

And Areelu knelt, defeated but not cowed, not swayed, denying the happy ending they'd hoped for with an impassive stare.

And Arueshalae's heart stopped at her refusal, knowing what it meant. No, we're so close, you can't take this from us-! she wanted to scream.

'What if I'm willing to sacrifice my life to close the Worldwound?'

She didn't want to look at Vikkari. Didn't want to see the sadness, the resignation, the determination to do what was right, no matter what it cost. She didn't want to stop looking at Vikkari. Wanted to memorize his features; the angle of his jaw, the softness of his hair, the glow of his eyes.

Eyes locked with hers as he mouthed a heartbroken "I'm sorry".

No!

He tore his gaze away, shoulder squared, and plunged into the rift.

Desna, please-!

But the Worldwound sealed, her heart broken by the dying gasp of wind and the shimmer of a rainbow where he once stood.

The wind howled, the air smelled burnt, and the vision faded from before her eyes.

Arueshalae caught a breath, swallowed a sob of relief. They were in Threshold, the Wound was still there, ugly, hungry. But here Areelu stood on the precipice of that void with Vikkari, something akin to respect in her eyes as he spoke.

There was a weight at her side, Arueshalae realized, as the real world came more into focus. Seelah, she was supporting Seelah, heavily battered, blood and cinders staining her armor as they watched together with bated breath.

Desna, please... Her free hand sought the small carved butterfly, squeezing it so hard it was a marvel it didn't crack.

Areelu inclined her head respectfully and stepped away from Vikkari.

Seelah's fingers dug into her shoulder, a hopeful gasp the echo of Arueshalae's own escaping the paladin.

The Architect of the Worldwound turned toward her creation, head held high, ragged and smoldering wings tucked close at her back. The wind howled, keening to a nigh-unbearable fever pitch, the magic churned in resistance before surrendering to its dismissal, there was a brilliant red-hot flash--

And then everything was ringing, breathless silence.

She barely noticed Sosiel helping Woljif to his feet, or Lann moving in to take over supporting Seelah. Her focus was on Vikkari, still standing though exhausted, smudges of soot on his armor and blood running down his face.

Arueshalae moved toward him and he smiled as he welcomed her, his arms circling her waist, burying his face against the curve of her neck. "Arue."

"We did it," she murmured, scarcely believing, matching smile just starting to tug her lips as it sank in.

"We did," Vikkari confirmed, his voice shaking with relief, pulling back so his gaze could drink in her face.

"You're... you're still here." Her hands trembled as she reached for his cheek, smearing away blood from the cut above his brow. One more nightmare to push away, this one never to be dwelt on again.

"I am." His smile bloomed full. Elysian butterflies whirled around them, a kaleidoscope of blue and teal. "So, Arueshalae..." one hand rose, cool and comforting, to cradle her jaw, "...how does it feel to save the world?"

Her heart was too full, her joy overwhelming at the thought it was truly done, and she had to surge forward and kiss him. Her fingers dug into his hair, emotion leaking hot from the corners of her eyes.

"It feels like a dream," she laughed when she pulled back. Just far enough to see his golden eyes. Still warm, still glowing, still hers. She leaned into it when his thumb wiped away her tears. "It feels like hope."

Vikkari kissed her again, holding her close.

The Worldwound was sealed, her heart soaring at what the future held and the beating of his heart in time with hers.

Hope, indeed.

[kingdomoftyto]

...BIG FEELS AND BIG PLOT DEVELOPMENTS AT THE END OF THAT BOOK, HUH

[tremsing82]

CC Character Rant

(I just started reading CC3 but this anger at this character started in CC2. I just read chapter 1 of CC3. I have kept myself mostly spoiler free for the over arching plot but for this character I hate my friend tried to help me understand her better and gave me some spoilers but yeah those spoilers did not help one bit. If anything I got even angrier which is why I had type this out and see if there are any other Lidia Cervos Haters out there.)

I HATE LIDIA!!!!! Like with all my being. With a passion. With anger I have never felt towards any character ever. I HATE THIS CHARACTER.

I hate the idea that I need to read this book and have SJM and fucken Lidia and any other bleeding heart character in CC who forgives her, GASLIGHT me into thinking she is some victim. She is a MURDERER. Her reason for being a double agent who murders her secret allies for the enemy are stupid and flawed and not worth the innocent lives she has MURDERED.

I👏HAVE👏NO👏SYMPATHY👏FOR👏THIS👏BITCH!!!!!👏

NONE 👏👏👏👏

She is not a victim, she is the abuser. And her excuse for doing what she does is stupid. She had some accidental babies which she kept secret from EVERYONE and hid away. No one knows about them and then she joins the asteri and becomes their death warden all to protect them. From WHO?!?!?! NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THEM!!!!! YOU HID THEM!!!! YOU GAVE THEM UP YOU STUPID BITCH!!!! You cannot use them as an excuse for you murdering people to keep them safe. THEY ARE SAFE DUMBASS. Just stay away from them, they obviously don’t need you as their mother. They are better off without you in their lives.

And I am suppose to read this book and then feel sad for her FUCK NO!!!!!! She is in the dungeons order ruhns torture all while she is gonna be pleading in his mind to “please talk to me I feel sad for hurting you and your family and i need you to forgive me and tell me it’s ok I murder innocent people daily.” And the worst part is sweet kind Ruhn will finally give in and talk to her all while having his skin peeled off and tell her “it’s ok your just doing what you have to” because that stupid fucken mate bond of theirs is gonna make him do it.

If SJM ever wants to do a rejected mate bond plot it should be for Ruhn and Lidia. This bitch deserves no happiness for the rest of her life. She should live in an isolated cottage in the woods somewhere where none of her victims or their families have to see her walking in the street with a smile on her face, like everything is normal. She has a metal bar for a jacket collar because of how many people she has killed. Every single one of her victims or victims families have every right to hate her and not be lectured on forgiveness being the greatest form of healing. FUCK NO!!!! SOMETIMES FOR A TRULY EVIL PERSON THEY DESERVE TO BE HATED!!!! She is the worst character I have ever come across.

And I love CC. I want to finish this book for Bryce and Hunt and for Tharion and Ithan. And originally I wanted to see Ruhn happy but I gave up that hope. But this bitch makes me so fuming mad when she appears on the page that I am actually contemplating if I should just DNF it.

[hauntingblue]

I have connected two dots... yamato kaido and momo (and kinda shirahoshi with her top) have clouds above their shoulders... and luffy in gear fourth has them also.... I can see the signs

[sophfandoms53]

Putting Ratcole, Cameron, Frankie, and Cauliflower on the same level of legendary status as Britney, Taylor, Danielle, Josh, and Xavier is kinda nuts imo

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 58

Chapter; Highlights

Not that there was much Elide could do.

Despite the generous gift of power that ran through the Lochan bloodline, she possessed no magic, no gifts beyond reading people and lying.

Rushed to get bandages, hot water, and whatever salves or herbs the healers calmly requested. None of them shouted. They only raised their voices, magic glowing bright around them, if a soldier was shrieking too loudly for their words to be heard.

The sun was barely over the horizon, judging by the light at the windows set high in the Great Hall, and so many already lay injured. So many. Still they kept coming, and Elide kept moving, her limp becoming a dull, then a sharp ache. A minor pain, compared to what the soldiers endured. Compared to what they faced on the battlements.

She didn't let herself think of her friends.

Didn't let herself think of Lorcan, who had not come to the chamber last night and had not sought them out this morning. As if he didn't want to be near her. As if he'd taken every hateful word she'd spoken to heart.

So Elide aided—and did not stop.

No, that magnificent horse trampled them, fearless and wicked, just as Chaol had predicted. A horse whose name meant butterfly

—stomping all over Valg foot soldiers.

Had his breath not been a rasp in his chest, Chaol might have smiled. Had men not been cut down around him, he might have laughed a bit, too.

But Morath was launching itself at the walls and gates with a furor they had not yet witnessed. Perhaps they knew who had come to Anielle and now hewed them down. Aelin and Rowan fought back-to-back, and Fenrys had plowed his way down the battlements to join Chaol by the second siege tower.

Morath, it seemed, did not think to surrender. Only to inflict destruction, to break into the keep and slaughter as many as they could before meeting their end.

His shield bloodied and dented, his horse a raging demon herself beneath him, Chaol kept swinging his sword. His wife lay within the keep behind him. He would not fail her.

Soon now. They'd win the field soon, and the song in his blood would quiet.

Part of him didn't want it to end, even as his body began to scream to rest.

Yet when the battle was done, what would remain?

Nothing. Elide had made that clear enough.

She loved him, but she hated herself for it.

He hadn't deserved her anyway.

She deserved a life of peace, of happiness.

He didn't know such things. Had thought he'd glimpsed them during the months they'd traveled together, before everything went to hell, but now he knew he was not meant for anything like it.

But this battlefield, this death-song around him ... This, he could do. This, he could savor.

The golden helmets of the khagan's army became clear, their fiery horses unfaltering.

Finer than any host he'd fought beside in a mortal kingdom. In many immortal kingdoms, too.

Obeying the death-song in his blood, Lorcan let his shields drop. He did not wish it to be easy. He wanted to feel each blow, see his enemy's life drain out beneath his sword.

The earth shook beneath thundering hooves, and arrows screamed overhead. Then there was roaring. And then blackness.

[muirneach]

much like how the panthers gave up on home ice cup (minus matty bob and erod) i have given up on my exam and whatever happens tomorrow morning happens. trying to assure myself of the fact that its fine it doesnt matter. but like. what if it does matter.

[ricketycr1cks]

which scene from sunny makes you the most emotional?

God there’s so many mfhp, Dennis getting the rpg, like any scene that talks about/alludes to Macs childhood, Dennis leaving, and the end of the gang broke Dee all are pretty emotional to me in their own ways

[daydreamerdrew]

Jungle Comics (1940) #11

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

2013 Me: dear future me: I hope you're happy and living with someone who loves you so so so much! I cant wait to meet your husband and kids!!

2023 Me: *clinically depressed and eating fun dip in bed* you and me both kid.