𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑦

love is surely the greatest force of all

[mosabahmad1]

I am begging you don’t let my wife die because you did nothing.

The doctors said clearly that my wife needs treatment first, and then surgery to have a chance to survive.

Every moment of delay takes away another chance for her to live.

We are not asking for a miracle

Just $10 from 50 people could give her a chance to get the treatment and then the surgery that may save her life.

An amount you might not even notice

but for her, it means breath, time, and hope.

Please don’t ignore this plea.

Donate if you can, or share this post.

Your share could be the reason she survives

Vetted by #520

[mosabahmad1]

Time is passing quickly Your donations are the only hope to save her Please don’t leave us alone

[friedricrown]

me and mara just have fred and edwina as two little gossipers throughout the entire series. oh benedict and sophie? pen and colin? anything remotely interesting happens? fred and edwina are chatting it up

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.

care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.

connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims

gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme

glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.

ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme

life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure

taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies

the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care

islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support

baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies

gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.

hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste

anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care

palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon

dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram

certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.

[promptshelf]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇.

› prompts from rachel gillig's novel the knight and the moth (2025). feel free to tweak as you see fit , bartholomew.

❛ you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you. ❜

❛ when you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. ❜

❛ we all want to be special.”

❛ what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. ❜

❛ which is more intricate? the designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men? ❜

❛ people who love you for your usefulness don't love you at all. ❜

❛ you want to throw me down. ❜

❛ i, prideful, disdainful, godless. ❜

❛ i want to drag you into the dirt with me. ❜

❛ you know this story, (name,) though you do not remember it. ❜

❛ to tell a story is in part to tell a lie, isn't it? ❜

❛ it's hard to see who i am when i am lost in what's expected of me. ❜

❛ fear not, (name!) every day has its dog. ❜

❛ if you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly? ❜

❛ it is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else's cause than to sit with who we are without one. ❜

❛ take my hand, you strange little creature. ❜

❛ it sounds awful when i say it out loud. ❜

❛ you are more special than you realize. ❜

❛ i would do anything for you. ❜

❛ i cannot decide which i like best. the sunrise, or the sunset. ❜

❛ i was losing my faith in everything. ❜

❛ the two of us meeting… it felt almost divine. ❜

❛ i think her quite the bitch. ❜

❛ how undignified. ❜

❛ did anyone see me fall? ❜

❛ i want someone to see me. ❜

❛ i want it to be you. ❜

❛ no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. ❜

❛ i’ll do anything you ask of me. ❜

❛ if i were beside myself, there would be two of me ❜

❛ oh, (name.) he's dreamy. ❜

❛ do you want to know how it ends? ❜

❛ does it end? ❜

❛ it ends when you kiss me. ❜

❛ why do we do these things to ourselves? ❜

❛ you’re an incomparable fiend, (name.) a truly accomplished asshole. ❜

❛ i’d like you better if you were on your back again. ❜

❛ it is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings. ❜

❛ am i all that you imagined? ❜

❛ your hands are marked by the blood of my metamorphosis. ❜

❛ whatever my soul was made of was frail. ❜

❛ violence is a craft. so is compassion. ❜

❛ no is a sufficient answer. ❜

❛ anger is a fine weapon. ❜

❛ now have some soup. ❜

❛ i will shoulder any weight you give me. ❜

❛ would that things were different. ❜

❛ i think i would like to stop promising myself away, or else there will be nothing left of me to give. ❜

❛ i don’t know why i say the things i do. ❜

[edwinamond]

she listens the way one listens to rain when it has finally begun to fall after a long, unpromising sky, not with urgency, not with doubt, but with a quiet gratitude that asks nothing more of the moment than to be what it is. his words do not rush toward her; they arrive carefully, as if they know she has spent too long learning how to brace for disappointment. and something in her softens, not all at once, but enough. she has always been taught how to receive attention, how to bow her head just so, how to smile at the appropriate moments, how to accept admiration without mistaking it for affection. but this is different. this is not a performance she must step into. it is an invitation to remain exactly where she is. ❛❛ you speak of faith, ❜❜ edwina replies at last, her voice gentle, reflective, as though she is discovering the thought even as she gives it shape. ❛❛ and i find i am grateful for it, not because it asks me to be certain, but because it allows me not to be. ❜❜ she glances down briefly, aware once more of how lightly her hand rests at his arm, how easily it could be withdrawn, and how little she wishes to do so. there is comfort in his steadiness, in the way he does not tighten his hold or claim the closeness as anything more than it has already become. patience, she thinks, is a rarer form of devotion than she ever knew how to name before.

❛❛ for so long, ❜❜ she continues, her smile softening into something more thoughtful than bright, ❛❛ i believed that love must arrive all at once, fully formed, lest it disappear if left unattended. ❜❜ a quiet pause. ❛❛ but you make it seem… kinder than that. ❜❜ she looks up at him then, meeting his gaze with a courage that is still shy, but no longer uncertain. ❛❛ if waiting is faith, ❜❜ edwina says, warmth threading through her words, ❛❛ then i would like to believe alongside you. ❜❜ her fingers shift, not to grasp, not to claim, but to rest more surely, as if acknowledging the choice she is making without needing to announce it. ❛❛ thank you, ❜❜ she adds softly, not as courtesy but as truth. ❛❛ for standing where i can find you, rather than asking me to hurry toward you. ❜❜

[friedricrown]

❛❛ Then allow me to remain, ❜❜  Prince Friedrich replies, his voice lowered not by doubt, but by intention, as though he understands that some promises are best made quietly. He does not adjust his pace, nor does he turn to face her fully; instead, he keeps his steps aligned with hers, a deliberate choice, as if walking beside her is itself an answer. ❛❛ I have never trusted devotion that demands certainty at once, ❜❜ he continues, the words unhurried, carefully placed. ❛❛ Nor affection that proves itself through urgency rather than presence. ❜❜ There is a pause then, not an absence, but a space held open, and the garden seems to listen.

❛❛ Faith, to me, ❜❜  Friedrich says softly, ❛❛ has always meant choosing to stay without knowing the end of the path. To walk forward without insisting upon arrival. ❜❜ His gaze drifts briefly to where her hand rests at his arm, warm, unassuming, before lifting again to meet her eyes. A faint smile returns, not triumphant, not assured, but quietly resolved. ❛❛ If belief is what you offer, Miss Sharma, ❜❜  he adds, ❛❛ then I will meet you there, not ahead of you, nor behind, but I rather be beside you. ❜❜ He does not speak of vows or futures yet unnamed. He speaks only of the present, and treats it as something worthy of care. ❛❛ Take all the time you require, ❜❜  Friedrich finishes gently. ❛❛ I have no fear of waiting, if it means I may wait with you. ❜❜

[friedricrown]

as far as a main verse go, for the primary interactions focusing on season four, friedrich and edwina are engaged but back to visit the queen, alongside kate and anthony and their nieces. edwina and friedrich's engagement and courting occurred mainly in prussia, whilst edwina visited following the events of season 2. their wedding has not yet occurred, and will likely happen in the season after benedict and sophie, due to political pressures. this timeline was built by me and zoya.

[edwinamond]

she has always believed that words can be held, if one is careful enough. so she gathers his gently, the way one might cup light between both hands, letting them settle before she dares to look up again. his voice is calm, unrushed, as if it feels like a kindness she did not know she was permitted to receive, and for a moment, edwina forgets entirely how to be anything but still. how long has it been since she'd allowed herself love and dreams? how long has she kept punishing herself for nearly stealing her sister's happiness? how long has she deprived herself of her dreams? of mornings softened by laughter and evenings unafraid of quiet. to be chosen not for spectacle, but for warmth. to never be unloved. and standing here, with a prince who speaks of patience as though it were a gift rather than a test, she feels something in her chest ease — a hope stretching, tentative but sincere. she smiles, small at first, as though unsure she has earned the moment yet. ❝ you speak as if waiting were a form of devotion, ❞  edwina says, voice lilting with wonder rather than wit. ❝ i think i like that very much. ❞ the gardens seem to hold their breath. she studies him from beneath her lashes, the careful distance he keeps, the way his regard does not press or weigh, only warms. she has been taught how to walk, how to stand, how to balance the expectations placed upon her head like fragile fruit, but this — being met halfway — feels like something else entirely. something far more gentle ❝ if time is what you offer, ❞  she continues, a shy courage threading through her softness, ❝ then i would like to take it. ❞ her hand slips into the crook of his arm, light as a promise, not possession but permission. ❝ i have never been very fond of rushing beautiful things. ❞  and as they begin to walk, side by side, edwina allows herself the smallest certainty — that perhaps the golden house she dreams of does not wait at the end of the path, but begins here, in steps taken slowly, with someone willing to linger beside her.

[friedricrown]

❛❛ Then we are in agreement, ❜❜  Prince Friedrich answers, his voice warm with something like relief, as though her words have settled a question he had not dared to ask aloud. He glances down at where her hand rests so lightly at his arm, and for a moment he does not move at all — not out of hesitation, but reverence, as if this quiet closeness deserves to be acknowledged before anything else. ❛❛ I have never believed that beautiful things should be hurried. ❜❜ They begin to walk, slowly, their steps finding an easy rhythm beneath the arching branches of the garden. Sunlight filters through the leaves in soft fragments, catching at the pale silk of her dress, and Friedrich’s attention follows it there — not possessive, never pressing, only attentive in the way one becomes when something precious has been placed briefly within reach. There is a gentleness to her that draws him in, a warmth that feels earned rather than displayed, and he finds himself unwilling to break the spell of it with anything too grand.

❛❛ Waiting, ❜❜  he says after a moment, as though choosing his words with care, ❛❛ has always seemed to me a form of faith. Faith that what is meant to arrive will do so in its own time. ❜❜ A faint smile touches his mouth, soft and sincere. ❛❛ And I am content to have faith, if it is with you. ❜❜ He does not look ahead to crowns or futures yet unwritten. Instead, he keeps his gaze where it belongs — on her, on the quiet courage in her smile, on the way she walks beside him as though this were not a beginning to be feared, but a moment to be held. ❛❛ Take all the time you wish, Miss Sharma, ❜❜  Friedrich adds gently. ❛❛ I intend to be here for every step of it. ❜❜

[friedricrown]

❛❛ I would never rush a coronation, ❜❜  Prince Friedrich says softly, as though the notion itself deserves reverence rather than haste. He inclines his head toward her, not a bow, not quite, but something gentler, more intimate, the sort of gesture meant for one person alone. ❛❛ Some titles should be earned slowly. Savored. ❜❜  The gardens are in their full bloom, and yet his attention seems fixed on a single point within them. Edwina Sharma, standing in pale silk beneath the afternoon light, is all grace and quiet wonder — a beauty that does not demand notice, but receives it all the same. Friedrich watches the way her hands fold together, the way her lashes lower when she smiles, as though modesty were second nature rather than a practiced art. It stirs something unexpectedly tender in him, this gentleness, this calm that feels untouched by ambition. 

❛❛ In my country, ❜❜  he continues, voice lowering just enough to feel like a secret, ❛❛ we believe the rarest jewels are the ones that catch the light without trying. ❜❜  A pause, and then a smile — warm, almost shy, as if he is newly aware of the boldness of his own words. ❛❛ You do that. Catch the light, I mean. ❜❜ He offers his arm then, not with the confidence of a prince assured of victory, but with the hopeful courtesy of a man who wishes to walk beside her a little longer. ❛❛ Would you allow me this afternoon, Miss Sharma? ❜❜ @edwinamond

[terrorignitis]

Meditation On The Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology Of Poetry, 'Memory of Tlatelolco' | Rosario Castellanos

[edwinadaily]

EDWINA SHARMA & PRINCE FRIEDRICH | insp x