#the first bit

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Was working on the next wobbly hearts chapter and then an intro lined slammed into me and now I'm writing pt 2 of that Glaciated Memories au thing instead I'm so focused and productive and functional

[allisonreader]

A Different Kind of Cinderella

A story I wrote in my childhood

All of the sudden, in the middle of his supper the pain in his heart began.

“Douglas, are you alright?”  His concerned wife asked.  The pain stopped.

“Yes, I am fine. How is little Mathew eating? He replied.

The one and a half year old gargled “good, good” as he banged his spoon on the table. Then there was a loud knock on the door.  

“Samantha, dearest, can you get that for me please? I have got a most splitting headache” Douglas asked his wife.

“Yes dear, I will” answered Samantha. “Hello” she said as she opened the front door.

“Good Evening, Lady Samantha, is Lord Douglas in?” asked the young man.

“Yes he is in. May I ask why?” she replied.

“I need him to come with me immediately; the king would like to speak with him about his will” answered the tall, dark haired man replied.

“Why? What is wrong with it?” she asked.

“My Lady, I do not know I am just the King’s Paige” answered the young man.  

“I will go get him, your name please so I may tell him who is calling” she said.

“Zachary.”  

Then there was a big crash. Both Samantha and Zachary raced to the dining hall, where they came upon the scene of Mathew in a crying fit and Douglas sprawled on the floor unconscious. The first thing Samantha did was go and pick up her baby and try to calm him down. At the same time Zachary checked on how Lord Douglas was, to make sure he was alive.

“My lady, I can go get help, the lord Douglas is still alive but not doing well” Zachary informed the Lady.

“Yes, yes, go fast please” she said nearly in tears while cradling her now half sleeping child.

“Hang on my love, hang on, hang on my love please” she murmured to her husband while sitting beside him, stroking his dark blond greying hair.  

Once Zachary got help, he made sure the lord was going to live, then Zachary told the events that happened to the king.

“Douglas must not travel until he regains strength. I will go to him to talk about his will” said King Roy. A couple of days later King Roy arrived at the house and home of Lady Samantha.

Samantha made the king and feel welcome. “So, good king is there anything I can do for you?” asked Lady Samantha.

“Yes I would like to speak to Lord Douglas” answered the king.

“Why of course your majesty” she replied.

King Roy was led up to Douglas’s room by a young maid. Once there, the king sat in a large red velvet chair. “Douglas, you want an infant to inherit your title as soon as you pass on?” asked the king.

“Yes” Lord Douglas said with as much energy he could muster. “Please… send… in… my… wife?” asked Douglas.

Samantha rushed to her up to her husband’s room. With the last of his strength he held her hand and gave it one last squeeze, and with the simple whispered phrase “I love you”, then he was gone. Samantha then started to cry. King Roy then got up and quietly slipped out of the room.

“Zachary, in about a year, marry the girl” the king told the young man.  

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A few years later…

“Mathew, come here please” asked his very sickly mother in a quiet voice.

“Yes, Mother?” her son replied.

“I love… you… so much.… Keep the… house… in… good… repair…. I… love… you” Samantha said to her son with her last breath.  After a couple moments alone in the room with his mother, Mathew emerged.

“Zachary, my- my m-m-mother has- has pa-passed a-away” the little boy told his step-father.  

A few months later

“Mathew go clean out the stable. Do not forget to do the dishes, then you can wash the floors and learn to sew” ordered his step-father.

“Of course Zach” answered Mathew.  “I am now a slave with a tittle. I am eight and must do chores for my step-father and his twins; Oscar and Prunella.” Mathew thought to himself.  

Now as Mathew worked as a servant, the only freedom was going to town. He was allowed to wear his best outfit, for in town he was the young Lord Mathew, whom everyone loved.

One day when Mathew went to town he me a girl his age (15).

“Fruits, fresh fruits” called the young girl.

Mathew stopped and looked at her various fruit. “I will buy a bunch of strawberries and an apple” Mathew told the girl.

“Of course sir, let me gather your fruit” she replied kindly.

“Would you mind if I asked why you have your hair over half your face?” asked Mathew curiously.

“I will show you, but I warn you, ‘tis not pretty” she said as she pulled back her hair to show him a big, ugly, long, red, fresh looking scar.

“How did that happen, may I ask?” He phrased politely.

“A store with a glass window was on fire and for some reason the glass broke and sent glass flying into the street. I and a few other unfortunate people were hit with the flying glass. Some of the people who were close were so injured that they died, but I had one piece of glass cut my face so deep that I am most likely to always have a scar” answered the girl honestly.

“I fear I have asked some harsh questions. I should have at least asked you for your name.” He told the girl as she fixed her hair.

“My name! No one ever asks my name!” She exclaimed.

“Is that a no to telling me your name then?” asked a disappointed Mathew.

“No, of course not, I am just not used to being asked my name. ‘Tis Anna.” She replied.

“I am sorry, but I do not know… I do not know who you are” she said embarrassedly as she blushed.

“Do not worry about it; I tend to keep to myself. I am Mathew” he answered.

“Thank-you Mathew for buying my fruit” said Anna.

“What are you doing Anna! You cannot talk to him like that! Do you not know who that is!” said a boy about the same age as them.

“What Neil? He’s a customer. I am being polite” answered Anna.  

“Anna that is the young Lord Mathew” Neil whispered near her ear.  

“I am so sorry sir, please forgive my younger sister” Neil apologized.

“I am only ten minutes younger Neil!” Anna yelled.

“I better be going… so you can finish your… uhmmm… conversation” said Mathew.

“Look what you have done now. You have frightened him away! You are always doing that! You scare away other boys. You are my brother Neil… NOT our father.  If you keep doing that how am I ever going to get married” she told her brother.

“I am just trying to protect you” he told her.

The next day when Mathew went back to town, he stopped by the fruit stand.

“Oh! Sir, you are here again. I thought you would not come back Lord Mathew” exclaimed Anna.

“Please call me Mathew. Honestly I am no different than you or your brother Anna” he told her.

“I do not believe that. You probably have servants to do everything for you” she replied.

“No, I do not.”

“I do not believe you.”

“Listen, my mother died the day before I was eight; within five months my step-father got rid of all the servants and made me do all of the work. I have to make every meal and clean the stables, kennels, kitchen, halls, bedrooms, dining hall, great hall, ballroom, staircases, clothes, dishes drapes, carriages, horses, dogs, chicken coop, and the library, parlor, drawing room. I also have to feed all the animals, and all the sewing, sewing!” he exclaimed quietly. “You cannot say I am different” Mathew stated.

“But you are a lord” was all Anna could say.

“Yes but he is older than me and I must wait ‘til I am older before I can free myself from him” answered Mathew.

“Oh” she said. From that day on they were friends.

In the castle there was a heated argument between the king and queen.

“Our daughter is the eldest, she should be queen” said Queen Rose.

“They are twins it does not matter. We can say Philip was born first, no one will be wiser” said the king.

“I will know and so would Philip and Marie” said the queen.

“It is always the eldest son who gets the throne first, it is tradition” countered King Roy.

“We do not have to follow tradition. May I question why we must do this now, could it not wait a few more years?” asked Queen Rose.

“Yes we must. I do not want to fight about it on some ones wedding day. Speaking of weddings, we must start looking for a husband for Marie and a wife for Philip” King Roy responded.

“They are only 15 it can be held off for a year or two. You want to jump into things much too quick” Queen Rose replied.

“Mother what are you and father talking about?” asked Marie.

“Darling we are just talking about the future. Please go back to your studies.” Rose answered.

“Yes Mother if you insist” the princess said. After the princess was gone the queen said in a soft quiet voice “We are done our talk.” Then she left.

After the queen left the king howled in rage, “Rose you will regret this!” Then under his breath he said, “No she will not but I will look for their wife and husband.  My wife cannot stop me.”

“Philip I overheard mother and father arguing over us. `Sons have always been eldest he should be first in line. ` Then Mama said something like `Marie is the eldest she should have a chance. We do not have to follow tradition. ` After that father said that we should have to start looking for a husband and wife! To annoy them I came in and asked them what they were talking about.” Marie told her brother in delight.

“You talk too much Marie. At the moment I do not want to or care about being king.” Philip responded.

“Fine, it is almost dinner time! We will be late if we do not go now! Come on Philip!” Marie said in a panic.

“Hurray; dinner. Let them be mad if we (or at least me) are late.” Philip said.

“See you at dinner then, bye!” Marie said in a rush.

“Ahhhh, alone at last!” Philip said to himself.

Marie rushed to the dining room and arrived on time.

“Marie, darling thank-you for being so punctual. Now where is your brother?” King Roy asked.

“Father, he has decided to be late. He should be here soon though” answered Marie.

“Well, I guess late is better than not here at all? Am I right?” asked Queen Rose.

“That boy is going to go hungry if he is not here before the first course is over” stated the king. With that, as if the prince were on cue, he entered.

“There I am here” announced Prince Philip.

“It is good that you have decided to join us Philip. You should learn to be on time. It is rude to show up late. If this were a ball it would reflect badly upon us” Queen Rose told her son.

“Son you may have to rule this kingdom one day. To do that you must be on time” lectured Roy.

“Yes father” answered Philip crankily. Then they ate the rest of their meal in an awkward silence.    

Next bit here

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[marzipanandminutiae]

As someone who works with social history for a living, I feel like I’m the aggressive opposite of an anti-vaxxer

I fucking LOVE vaccines, friends. Give me the science stab. I’m so ready. it’s a beautiful day to not die of a Bajillion and one diseases that carried off like half the population before they had even reached age 10, and a significant portion before they made it to old age, 150 years ago

I go to the old cemetery. I see the vast numbers of infant and child and young adult graves. And then I go to my doctor and get injected with Potion of Fuck That Noise. This is beautiful and miraculous and I do not remotely understand how some people can reject it – not just for themselves, but for their children

[deaddriv]

Translated with permission!!

Here's the author's Twitter (achu_0u0) and the original post!

Note from author: Wouldn't it be hard for half-foots to go to the movie theater?

[eydilily]

gem n joel the strongest duo (family) that you are

and of course. her

[dirtflunk]

th unsettling knights r kissing in the dungeon, m'lord.

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[moonyistired]

kris deltarune in some outfits i thought they'd like

[specsthesecond]

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Alien partner who is constantly amazed and appalled by human biology. 

You crack your knuckles In front of them once and they look at you with the most horrified expression.

You don't react in immense pain so obviously you're fine but this poor soul thinks you actually just broke your bones out of nowhere 😭. 

They can hear your heart beat and are absolutely fascinated with the way it speeds up and slows down. 

They like how it speeds up when they get closer and talk lower so they do that pretty often. They like how it slows down when you go to sleep, they find the slow rhythmic thumps very soothing. 

They'll constantly ask you questions about your species whenever a question pops into their head. 

"What are these for?"

They gently brush your eyelashes with their finger as you lay on their chest one morning. You don't open your sleepy eyes when you respond. 

"Keeps dust out of our eyes." 

There's definitely a better answer you could've given but that's all you have the energy for right then and they seem to be satisfied with that. 

Just imagine an alien partner who is so openly enthralled by you. They can't help but hold your cheeks and stare into your eyes, absolutely amazed. 

"Do all human eyes look like yours?"

You manage to actually respond, voice soft to match theirs,

"They come in a few colours but everyone's eyes are different." 

"Yours is the most beautiful colour I've ever seen."

They say while gazing into your eyes as if you hold all the stars in the galaxy in your pupils.

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[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[mangozic]

pre-distortion michael shelley but pointier and more shaped

[blackkatdraws2]

[⚠️The Amazing Digital Circus SPOILERS] This episode was interesting!

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[mirrorama]

estimate! and say you currently still work at your first job, just choose how long you’ve been employed. i also understand there might be some nuance as far as maybe like promotions/transfers/etc etc etc, so feel free to explain things in the tags!

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived