courage and kindness

A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep...

[ellacinders-archive]

hello my friends! so, if you couldn’t already tell; 

                                    i’ve moved my blog!

please feel free to follow me over there! i’m super excited! 

[ellacinders-archive]

hello my friends! so, if you couldn’t already tell; 

                                    i’ve moved my blog!

please feel free to follow me over there! i’m super excited! 

[ellacinders-archive]

hello my friends! so, if you couldn’t already tell; 

                                    i’ve moved my blog!

please feel free to follow me over there! i’m super excited! 

[ellacinders-archive]

hello my friends! so, if you couldn’t already tell; 

                                    i’ve moved my blog!

please feel free to follow me over there! i’m super excited! 

[ellacinders-archive]

new blog!!!! hello friends! i’m going to make a new blog/archive this blog!!!

new blog will be up soon. 

[ellacinders-archive]

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

meme. || accepting. 

Head was bowed because she doesn’t want to understand the sentence he’s saying but she gets it. She understands. And so, her head rises and falls in a slow nod. “ They are some of the best moments and some of the worst. ”

[perfectlyrose]

a playlist for that breathless, warm, butterflies-in-the-stomach, heart skipping a beat feeling of the first blush of love — { l i s t en }

Fallin’ for You - Colbie Caillat // We Fit Together - Jess Penner // I Do Adore - Mindy Gledhill // The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson // You Always Make Me Smile - Kyle Andrews // be my forever - Christina Perri (feat. Ed Sheeran) // I Choose You - Sara Bareilles // Better Together - Us The Duo // All About Us (feat. Owl City) - He Is We // Sweeter - Jess Penner // You Are In Love - Taylor Swift // Hold My Hand - Jess Glynne

[lottewrites]

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

[ellacinders-archive]

hello lovelies!!! so i’d like to be able to sort of jump start this blog again bc quite honestly i miss it here. so like this!!! for a random starter from ella. <333

also, sidenote. i may reboot this blog bc the tags are a mess and like there’s just some issues with the blog so idk. in the next couple of days i’ll see about rebooting. the url would still be the same and this blog would be archived.

[underworldwrites-deactivated201]

oh god royal aus

“your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it” au

“we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice” au

“i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways” au

“i’m a prince/ss and you’re my bodyguard and we’re so not supposed to bang but we kind of did anyways” au (bonus: limo sex is great sex)

princess diaries style “i grew up not knowing i was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me i was so now i guess i’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but i still have a crush on you” au

alternately, “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

“i’m a prince/ss from a small country nobody’s heard of and i’m in college pretending not to be royal and you’re another student who’s always calling me out on my bs” au

“my country’s going through some issues so i’m here in hiding and you’re a civilian who lives in the same apartment complex as me” au

[toughtobeagod]

She saw the world, not always as it was, but as it could be.

Cinderella (2015)

[gruffalo-garrufatoe]

Visit Original Link

Underrated Disney Songs: Sing, Sweet Nightingale

Ilene Woods (Cinderella, 1950)

[ellacinders-archive]

USE THE LETTERS OF YOUR MUSE’S FIRST NAME TO DESCRIBE THEIR PERSONALITY.

Tagged by: @ourburden

E njoys any quiet moment she can receive ( even if it’s at 3am while shining shoes )

L oves to write letters to her parents ( even if neither are around to read them ) 

L istens to her step-family without fault ( because she fears what will happen if she doesn’t )

A lways sings tunes to herself ( and the mice ) while cleaning/working/etc.

Tagging: @princesircastic, @captaindashingrapscallion, anyone else who would like too!!!

[dragons-rpmeme]

Send "💇" for my muses reaction to your muse braiding their hair.

[ellacinders-archive]

( charles. ):

                    for what it’s worth she gets over his height well. charles is used to a moment of pause ( normally it’s because he’s being sized up ) but she moves on and his jacket fits on her narrow shoulders better than it has any right to. it’s like the universe is making jokes at cost of his frame, now. he waits a beat, through another flair of gentle worry.       ❝ perhaps you’re right — one run-about in the rain won’t really lead to something so severe, but why are you out in the rain to begin with? and barefoot no less? ❞      charles takes a tone that his father drilled into him through years, understanding but hard not to answer — best used to coax out something besides lies from the frightened.       ❝ if it’s agreeable to you, my man and i can walk with you back to your home, give our horses a rest and see you get there safely. ❞

                    charles smile is still soft. — it dampens a bit when he looks back at henry, henry who seems vaguely amused and more than a little disgruntled at having been volunteered to walk. but still he’s obedient to a fault — this ruse doesn’t change them, and for that charles will always owe henry. his squire who is by all accounts taller than him, who looks better with the sword around his waist, and who honestly may just be a better man. charles assumes that on foot they are less threatening to her, hopes at least, their horses making little noises and taking a few careful steps from where henry holds their reigns.

                    ❝ what does your family do in this area, miss? ❞      idle conversation, it seemed to suit an escort and charles did pride himself on being some sort of charming. though it could be argued it often did him more harm than good. still — a lovely conversation partner for a lovely day, and it was lovely too. the sun was at it’s height but hidden behind the clouds, the steady rainfall having stopping to a sprinkle with a rainbow threatening in a corner of the sky as he made to move, to start the walk.       ❝ my man here, my squire, henry. he’s something of an academic. i was once too. now i act mostly as mercenary. no worries — very much between jobs now. ❞      and he’d come to see the prince, to request aid with gentle smiles and promises of extended peace.  charles was more comfortable fighting with words than swords, though he could do both.

              the tone that this man's voice takes on leaves her feeling odd. his voice leaves her feeling as if she wants to tell him every secret she's every had and every awful thing anyone's ever done. in the back of her mind, she wonders if he's aware of what he's doing and she thinks that he knows. of course, he has to know. his job is to get information and do away with the useless. pushing her hands a little deeper into the pockets, her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.     “ i wanted to take a walk, i suppose. i was so eager to get out of the house that, in my haste, i forgot my shoes. ”     she failed to mention the reasons as to why she was so eager to leave. if they were to have that conversation, it would be at a later date. her head dips slightly in a nod; it was a kind gesture, to walk her home.     “ i would appreciate that very much. quite honestly, i hadn't realized how far i'd wandered. ”     this day and taken quite a turn; in the course of less than an hour, she had somehow made a new acquaintance and quite a handsome one at that.

              the question he asked, however, made her stomach drop slightly. what did her family do? there was always the option of lying, but what good would that do her? and so, she caught her lip between her teeth for a moment before carefully saying,      “ my father was a merchant. he would travel far and wide; but, not so long ago, he fell ill on the road and ---, ”      it was still hard for the girl to believe that her father was dead let alone say it,      “ --he passed on. so, currently, we're living off of the money that he left to the estate. ” swallowing thickly, she moved her attention to the young man who accompanied charles. it was easier that way; a distraction.      “ an academic? ”      her voice is more curious than it should be. her father, in his spare time, had taught her everything he knew: from language to dancing.      “ do either of you have a specific study of choice? ” her breath catches minutely when he out-rightly claims to be a mercenary. she knows of those men; brash and rude and horrid. and yet, it didn't seem possible that he could by any of those things. he seemed to hold a genuine kindness that she hadn't seen in anyone in a very long time.

[ourburden-blog]

❝ we have an awesome power, my x-men. it is our birthright and perhaps our burden. ❞

[ellacinders-archive]

( charles. ):

                    she says she’s well, but inherently there’s disbelief playing over charles’ features. he’d still expected her to duck off the path when they approached. she’s wet, her feet are muddy. she doesn’t LOOK well.       ❝ are you — positive that you’re alright? ❞       the women he’s been raised around — high born women, society ladies that schemed for their own advancement, their children’s, and advancement of their households… he can’t imagine them in her position, and actually talking to the strange man and sopping wet. charles isn’t dangerous — but be could be, mercenaries are rarely kind men. though, he would concede that it was probably some of the privilege of his birth that made him look down on them as he we sure they did only what they needed to to feed their families. yet the same could be said for soldiers and sailors, men of honest trades.

                    charles gets off his horse, making sure not to advance on her as he walks towards the packs his horse is carrying. in these packs are all that he and hank could grab and still he wonders ( though he knows they won’t ) if they’ll burn the xavier house just to rid it of ghosts. he grabs a jacket, leather and long in the style of the day. it’s worn, but it’s waterproof and warm and she’s positively small in all of this rain and that delicate dress. with care he walks to her, drapping it over it over her shoulders.       ❝ here. you’ll doubtlessly fall ill after so much time in the rain, but maybe i can keep you from consumption, ❞       it’s offered wryly and there’s the hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. from behind there’s just the sound of scuffling horse shoes and henry reigning at his horse.        ❝ if your offer stands, we would very much like a guide into the village. i’m charles. ❞

              ella’s brow creases when he asks again if she’s alright. she wraps her arms around herself lightly, starting to feel slightly self-conscious. she wonders how she looks to him; this drenched girl without shoes and matted, wet hair. she wonders if this is why her step-mother is ashamed of her. maybe it was because she was always dirty and tired. maybe it was because the woman got stuck with another daughter she didn’t want. her thoughts are digressing and she finds her eyes refocusing on him. 

              she watches as he dismounts from his horse easily; clearly, very well practiced. for a moment, she’s distracted by the thought that oh, they’re the same height. for some reason, she’d thought that he was taller, but maybe that’s because he had been sitting higher than she. it seems that this man actually has genuine kindness to him which is not necessarily expected with riding knights, especially unmarked knights. some called them mercenaries, those that killed so that they may continue to live, in a sense. she recognizes all the facts presented to her and yet, he’s approaching her to drop a coat over her shoulders and she can’t find it in herself to be suspicious of him. he must just be travelling to the kingdom. he must be. and for what business? she may not want to know. 

              a quiet sigh leaves her lips as the jacket settles around her. sliding her arms through the sleeves, she quickly ties the belt around her and finds that the jacket is almost a perfect fit. she slides her hands into the pockets as she begins to feel how cold she truly is. she wonders just how long she’s been outside. even so, her small smile pulls a little larger when he offers a wry humor. it’s a wonderful change from the bitter humor her step-family provided at her expense.   “ surely consumption can’t occur after just one walk in the rain, ”   she shifts slightly as the ground beneath her feet turns muddier and muddier.    “ if you’d like, i could go back home and lead you to the village on my horse. that way i won’t be hindering you once we arrive. ------ it’s a pleasure to meet you, charles. i’m ella. ”