HAPPY BIRTHDAY *gives cake*
Thank you dear!
cherry valley forever

blake kathryn
Today's Document
Three Goblin Art

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if i look back, i am lost
noise dept.
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wallacepolsom
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON
occasionally subtle
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Peter Solarz
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

tannertan36
almost home

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@askthebriton
HAPPY BIRTHDAY *gives cake*
Thank you dear!
Aph France aesthetic mood board!
@ask-aph-francis
You: France Me, an intellectual: Frog.
@ask-aph-francis
You: France Me, an intellectual: Frog.
For anyone interested, here’s the FACE Family Christmas for this year!!!
Hallelujah: Fruk Fiction
http://archiveofourown.org/works/8366227
Based off of the song Hallelujah.
Arthur comes to terms with his struggle in loving someone and realising he loves someone. Sometimes it is hard to admit how you truly feel.
Work Text:
Growing up I had heard my mother whisper words of praise. Praise to a god I suppose I never truly believed in. That was… until I meet Francis. They say that hallelujah means god be praised. But what if it was more than that. What if there was an underlying meaning to hallelujah. Perhaps god had sent him to me. Perhaps it was punishment. Perhaps it was to teach me a lesson. A lesson not to take love for granted. The night I almost lost him was unlike any nightmare I could’ve imagined. I should have been more careful with my words. I should have remembered what my mother once told me, that words could not be taken back once they were spoken. So of course I regretted telling him to leave. Of course I regretted throwing the dish. Of course I regretted saying I would never love him. It had all started over a simple argument. Nothing too major. But it had spiralled out of control too quickly. How had it even come to this? To this anger?
Keep reading
How countries are introduced to their leaders
The countries, of course, are a national secret, and have to be explained to every leader once they’re elected.
Great Britain: Knowledge of Arthur Kirkland is a secret passed down through the royal family, and once the prime minister has been elected the reigning king/queen, Arthur, and the new prime minister all sit down to have a chat over tea.
America: the new president is whisked off to this super-secret underground bunker, is briefed by numerous important and scary-looking men in suits on how “what he/she is about to see is the most important national secret, one that has been kept since America began" and then finally Alfred the teenager in jeans and a sweatshirt walks in with McDonalds and is like “yo”
France: The new French president opens the door to his office… . only to see Francis already sitting in his seat with a glass of wine. France offers him a glass and tells him all about the countries.
Canada: Canada comes in riding a bear.
Chibi art by @grimdarkmatt ( @sirarthurkirkland ‘s mun) used with permission Edits and event by me, frukheaven!
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Is the mun of this blog actually English?
((I am in fact English. It’s hard to describe but basically, I have dual citizenship of England and the US. And I grew up mostly in the US.
You: England
Me, an intellectual: Eyebrow Demon
I beg your pardon?
I wish you were an enzyme, so I could just unzip your genes
And if you’re trying to seduce me, cheesy scientific pickup lines will not work.
You still look pretty hot to be honest....
If you had to choose 3 countries to spend the rest of your life with, who would you choose and what would your relationship with them be?
Well if we were stranded on an island or something along those lines I would choose:
Of course our island would have a government. I’d be king.
So France would be my court jester.
Japan my royal adviser.
And Alfred to be my loyal servant.
Are you going to recite poetry for us?
Here’s a poem I wrote for you all:
Favourite colony?
Uh… I mean all of them of course.
Who's the best of Scotland Wales and Ireland?
He’s the only quite one… well most of the time.
What's your favorite thing to cook?
If so, then I love to make scones.