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[dancingwdinosaurs]

I will be your hands, I will be your eyes.

[cardaans]

—please jude.

[eternallyconfusedsarai]

Ah plants. Pinwheel plant in full bloom

[eternallyconfusedsarai]

The other day I was watching Lady Bird and I thought Odeya Rush, she played the character Jenna in the movie* would make a perfect Jude.

Thoughts?

[eternallyconfusedsarai]

Major Cardan Greenbriar vibes!!!

[thats-so-meme]

Sex Education 👀 Season 2 recently dropped on Netflix and 😍😍😍

[snazzyskeletor]

[eternallyconfusedsarai]

Gone for the Messenger.bye

[starrynight0612]

Netflix Messiah Thoughts Part 1*Spoilers*

The number #1 thing that surprised me was how much I wanted him to be the Messiah. 

Mehdi Dehbi deserves an award

There were moments when I could feel the weight of responsibility on Al-Masih’s shoulder and mentally ill or not I truly believe he believes he’s a messenger of God

The speech about borders actually made me tear up. 

Also, the one about what people choose to worship

And goodness

Honestly, a lot of the speeches had me shook

I absolutely knew three things had to happen: walking on water, raising someone from the dead, and natural disasters. 

Honestly, I don’t really like Eva. I mean wonderful acting and I felt for her but personality wise we would rub each other the wrong way. 

I really wanted to call her out on her lecture about the truth because fuck if the government itself isn’t made up of criminals. Also, I wanted to turn it back on her in that interrogation room and I’m glad that he did. 

I get the anger at her dad but she got so little background story it just made her seem cold and harsh to a man who was losing his sense of self. A person can grow up to have regrets okay. And he’s trying at least. 

I was embarrassed by the reaction of a lot of people in the US

What was more embarrassing was how accurate it is. 

Emily Kinney was amazing and I cried for her

At the same time I knew what would happen. 

I’m not religious but I grew up religious and I knew that going to God because you want something isn’t going to really end well. 

That call out to C.S Lewis though

I stan Will Mathers

more to come 

[eternallyconfusedsarai]

I just LOVE this!

[kuwentista]

“Today you sit in the seat of the fortunate. Just remember what put you there. Fate. What is fate… But the hand of God.” Al-Masih, MESSIAH

[eternallyconfusedsarai]

Gone for him.

[notkatniss]

KINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

[honeyglazedbabe]

Hozier had time today huh

[nightquills]

i saw him in concert last week, and he literally said something along the lines of “these governments aren’t subtle with their actions. so i say: hell to subtle art. i’ll be as blatant as i please.” it’s nice to see he’s just always like that lmao.

[thecollectibles]

Art by Carlos Alberto Martínez

[ekbelsher]

Jude Duarte, from The Cruel Prince and The Wicked King. This is what I imagine Cardan sees when he closes his eyes and pictures Jude’s face. (I seriously doubt he fantasizes about her elaborate horned hairstyle).

Jude was harder to draw than Cardan. This was partly because the story is told from her point of view. We know she’s brave, clever and tough, but we don’t see her from the outside. However, there’s a short story added to the end of The Cruel Prince that’s from Kaye Fierch’s POV, which was helpful. Kaye describes Jude as a girl of medium height with soft features and reddish-brown hair, and ‘the solid grace of someone used to living in her body’. OK then. It’s tough to strike a balance between softness and strength, but this is what I came up with.

[sonseulsoleil]

today’s fresh take

[my-folkoftheair-headcanons]

I mean is not innacurate 

[eternallyconfusedsarai]

Accurate af

[stardustsroses]

random judexcardan headcanons

cardan, much like jude, has a very light sleep

he wakes up at the smallest of movements from jude

and, at times, she feels him stir in the middle of the day

even with curtains fully drawn and the room etched in darkness and the warm body next to him-

cardan’s breathing changes

just with the flutter of a bird’s wings outside their window

and jude knows, she feels him wake, and that’s when she, herself, wakes, too

“Cardan.”

he turns to her, pulls her closer, and does not respond

he tucks her into him, his chin on top of her head, his arms snaking around her

they’ve learned to read each other by now

silence from him means he does not wish to speak of whatever it is troubling him 

still

jude watches his bare chest

feels the way his heart slows beneath her hand at her closeness

“Cardan,” she says again, softer this time, because her heart is filled with strange anxiousness, a sort of hopelessness, at seeing him like this

her smirky, snarky husband

now clinging to her

as if for dear life

“Sleep, Jude.” His tone is soft, layered with sleep

she feels his breath atop her head

“It is almost twilight,” she mumbles. “Will you look at me?”

he finds it a strange request, but does nonetheless

in the darkness, jude’s eyes seem ablaze

he watches her as she watches him

analysing

he wonders what she sees

at last, she whispers, quite sadly, “You’ve had dreams.”

silence, for he can’t lie

“Do you wish to speak of them?”

“No.”

Jude nods, sighing softly. “It hurts to see you like this,” she admits. “And knowing I can do nothing to make it better.”

“You do,” he says, closing his eyes, nuzzling his face closer. “My Jude, my wife.”

Jude’s smile suddenly grows, her eyes fluttering shut as their noses touch. “You insist on calling me that.”

“Is that not what you are?”

“You’re distracting me. Avoiding this conversation.”

Cardan sighs, at last pulling away

but jude touches his arm, so gently, and says, “I thought you wanted me to let go of my shield. I did. Why don’t you drop yours?”

Cardan looks at her, sadness in his eyes

and the truth is - he wants to

but at the end of the day, some things just do not have an explanation

“You have been tense,” she murmurs, sitting up on the bed. “Nervous. Not sleeping. Sometimes I catch you looking at me as if you’re wondering if something is wrong-”

the orange tint of the skies, so strong in the twilight hour, manages to slip through the windows, and beneath the dark curtains. The breeze moves the fabric, making it sway, and the orange glint catches Jude’s eye for a moment, that blazing brown, and, for that second, as cardan looks at her, in that single moment-

he stops

starts

jude blinks. “What?”

he freezes, moving slowly into a sitting position, as she is

staring

and staring

and staring

“Jude,” he breathes

jude touches her face, her neck, her face growing worried. “What is it?”

he blinks then, cocking his head to the side

watching her

the glint he caught in her eye

that strange light-

“Cardan,” jude insists

his eyes travel down her body, the thin nightgown

the glow of her skin

down, and down - to her middle

“What are you looking at?” she breathes

he pauses, and his eyes meet hers

and then: “Do you have news?”

just that

Do you have news?

jude swallows hard, watching him with a mixture of bafflement and guilt

but there is not a whiff of anger or frustration in him

just-

a hint of surprise

without saying a word, he touches her leg behind her knee, and pulls her body to him

jude’s breath hitches in surprise, her body half laying down, her legs on either side of his waist

and as cardan’s eyes skim every inch and corner of her-

she knows that he knows

“I was going to tell you.”

“When?”

jude pauses, heart beating out of her chest, her mouth opening but her words failing her, always failing her

cardan leans over her, and jude’s breath comes out in shaky puffs

she’s smiling

cardan nears her, touches his nose to her jawline

he pauses, eyes closed, and takes a breath. slowly, he whispers, “I am not sure how I was able to miss it.”

jude bites her lip, fascinated with his behaviour

the way that he picked it up

the smallest, non-existing sign-

and he got it

“Of course,” he murmurs, pulling back

“I was going to tell you,” she murmurs again. “Tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow?”

jude pauses, shrugging, “I… wanted to go to the human world. Be checked by a do- a healer. A human healer. Just to… just to be sure.”

cardan eyes her, moonlight dancing in his eyes. “Be sure, Jude,” he leans over her, touching his lips to her nose. “Be sure, it is our child you are carrying.”

jude breathes out, touching his cheeks. “How did you-?”

“So many signs,” he says, sighing. Shaking his head. “I should have known sooner. Your eyes, the way your breathing has changed. Your scent-”

“You can pick up those things,” she murmurs. It’s not a question - more like fact of wonder

he nods, touching her cheeks. “It all makes sense now.”

“Your anxiousness,” she completes, watching his eyes. “You knew before you knew. Even before I, myself, knew.”

cardan stays silent, watching her face. “It is soon.”

jude blinks. “For whom?”

cardan touches her bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. “For you, is it not? I heard… well, it came in conversation with oldest sister once, and she said humans have children when they are much older. I must inquire about your happiness, then. Did you expect…” there’s a fear to him now, just under the surface. “Did you expect it to happen so soon?”

“No,” she breathes, holding his hand to her cheek. “Not so soon. But I am not… sad. Nor was I angry or frightened when I discovered it yesterday. Surprised, yes. But-” Jude pauses. “If it makes you happy…”

Cardan smiles then, touching his nose to hers, “If it makes you happy…”

she smiles as his lips touch hers, “Yes,” she murmurs. “Yes, it makes me happy.”

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[bakwaaas]

someone said ‘the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility’ and wow

[sandydragon1]

Things to Consider When Writing About Royalty

How is the throne inherited? How strict are the traditions concerning transfers of power? How is the order of succession determined? Can commoners become royalty?

How are heirs trained?

How much, if at all, are marriages for power/political ties favored over marriages for love? How common are arranged marriages

What are the biggest threats to their position?

How good is there relationship with their subjects? 

What is their preferred method of interacting with their subjects? Do they prefer to interact with them directly or indirectly?

How long has the monarchy been in power? How did it originally gain that power?

What special etiquette is required when dealing with royalty? How strict is it?

How are princes and/or princesses that aren’t first in line for the throne handled? Are they given special responsibilities in the hopes of discouraging resentment?

How do they deal with assassination attempts?

How do they spend their wealth? Why do they prioritize certain aspects of their kingdom’s well being over others?

Would they rather inspire love or fear in their subjects?

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some favorite quotes from little weirds by jenny slate:

I have wondered on many occasions if any confidence I have is just a weird side effect of foolishness and I live under the weight of so much embarrassment, I’m surprised the top of my head isn’t flat.

I am so delicate, so delicate that I am the one the ghosts know not to spook.

My vulnerability is natural and permissible and beautiful to me, and it should remind you of your responsibility to behave like a friend to me and the world.

But what am I supposed to do with all of the parts of my heart that are only there to be given?

When people get a glimpse of me I’d like them to feel like it is a good omen. I want to have a face with dirt on it. I want to jump on people!

I have always known that I would die for love. I think I am dying while or because of waiting for it. I cannot bear how it feels like a surging throng of beats and yells and gasps inside of my small form.

Is he stuck walking up a staircase for all eternity, stepping with each step on the words that he sent with all his heart, crushing them under his own invisible foot, feeling his real heart break? Did he choose love and it didn’t take, and now is he stuck in the world without the love, forever?

My physical heart feels so exposed, so shallowly planted. It feels like it is in my mouth.

I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?

Somebody always needs to go first. I know this. I go first.