「 HAIL THE QUEEN | ♖

[surprisebitch]

this is sooo sweet <3

[queensweasley]

MCU Movies Ladies + Planet Symbolism

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[felicitykings]

[insp.]

[celeb-iconsedit]

Word Counter - Not only does it count the number of words you’ve written, it tells you which words are used most often and how many times they appear.

Tip Of My Tongue - Have you ever had a word on the tip of your tongue, but you just can’t figure out what it is? This site searches words by letters, length, definition, and more to alleviate that.

Readability Score - This calculates a multitude of text statistics, including character, syllable, word, and sentence count, characters and syllables per word, words per sentence, and average grade level.

Writer’s Block (Desktop Application) - This free application for your computer will block out everything on your computer until you meet a certain word count or spend a certain amount of time writing.

Cliche Finder - It does what the name says.

Write Rhymes - It’ll find rhymes for words as you write.

Verbix - This site conjugates verbs, because English is a weird language.

Graviax - This grammar checker is much more comprehensive than Microsoft Word, again, because English is a weird language.

Sorry for how short this is! I wanted to only include things I genuinely find useful.

[aly-naith]

100 aesthetic summer challenge

#14 Rhysand’s Inner Circle for @siderainfinitus

[davinaclairem]

requested by anonymous.

[davinaclairem]

requested by anonymous.

[davinafray]

PERHAPS SHE WILL BE THE ONE YOU FOLLOW INTO BATTLE {insp}

[hedda-lettuce]

Once upon a time there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists. In a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered and everything is possible. I stick it could be a sword. A pebble could be a diamond. A tree a castle. Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up 1000 games. She was the queen and he was the king. In the autumn like her hair shown like a crown. They collected the world and small handfuls of in the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he want to spend his whole life answering.

-Nicole krauss

[daniellecampbells-archive-blog]

[gemma-cabello]

charlottevcltaire:

Charlotte couldn’t shake the image of the male ever since Gemma had stood over his crumpled body. It was a cocky move on her part, one that would cause them all many horrible consequences and while Charlotte knew that it was certainly not the smartest of idea’s to find the vampire after such a scene. When she’d been adamant to prove to the witches that her pack had little, if nothing, to do with these recent events – she still needed to speak to Gemma. 

The door slammed against the wall as she stepped inside the office. All it had taken were a few well placed threats and a show of strength to have a townsfolk singing like a bird about her whereabouts. The blonde almost growled as she stepped in and noticed Gemma, as relaxed as anyone could be. “You have some kind of nerve.” Her gaze narrowed as she stepped forward. 

“A public execution? That’s exactly how a war starts. One you’re certainly not ready, prepared for or have any idea how to control.”

Gemma thought the day she’d actually be looking forward to Charlotte Voltaire visiting her office would also be the day the zombie apocalypse started. Yet as the familiar bitchy tone was spoken, it was like music to her ears. An almost smile graced her features. Almost.

“Took you long enough.”

Words that should never be spoken between women of the like. Two queens from vastly different backgrounds and with distinct morals should not even be allowed to converse so freely. It could either be the best thing to ever happen ⎯⎯ ⎯  or the worst. Past conversations did not go over so well so their track record wasn’t looking so splendid. But still, Gemma was interested in seeing how today’s one would end. “Now before you go talking out of your ass again like the 12 year old you really are, can I just say that I am slightly disappointed in you. I expected a dramatic entrance and accusation at least three hours ago missy.”

[gemma-cabello]

gabrielmueller:

       The iron wall veiled the Queen’s emotional vulnerability on such an obvious touchy subject. It wasn’t as though his parents had ever been abusive – more neglecting – to him thus he couldn’t exactly fathom how a parent could scar a child so brutally. The fury of thoughts twisting in that chaotic mind decided against commenting further. It was already clear how thin the line he’d been treading on was. – She didn’t trust him therefore he had no right to be prying into her past, he respected that. 

       Tender digits squeezed with an unspoken comfort, however almost immediately she’d abandoned his touch. Lingering in discomfort Gabriel scratched at the nape of his neck before swiftly concealing his exposed chest once again. Honeyed irises focused on the stubborn buttons, attempting to distract himself from gazing at the raven haired beauty in fear of being caught. “– They’re more of a reminder, for me at least” he challenged with his own back brazenly turned as he wandered the room with curious eyes. “– Gabriel Mueller… resident black sheep in the Voltaire pack.”

Gemma huffed. Reminders they were. 

Sometimes she tried to view at them in a positive light. Following her own advice wasn’t hard at all in fact. Knowing what her mother did to her was one of the main reasons she stood where she did today. Well, minus the Maddox situation. But those faded marks were what pushed her. A promise she kept to herself, that no person would ever use her like a pawn in their game.

But sometimes queens slipped up. And even the most guarded walls tremble in their wake. Sighing, the anything but small vampire forced herself to focus on the situation at hand. Stress was piling on, so reverting to memories came easily unfortunately, so hearing that this...Gabriel was a Voltaire wolf was the icing on the cake. “Figures you’re one of Caleb’s,” she muttered. “Does he even know that you’re here right now? Or am I another one of your conveniently kept secrets?”

[gemma-cabello]

 tcradesci:

          ‘ you have actual guts asking me what the hell i want, ’ the witch muttered, her attitude almost changing instantly as the sober annoyance came rushing to the surface, quickly taking a large swing of her drink, setting it down soon enough and looking at the vampire across from her. she was older, stronger. someone that tara wouldn’t be able to take on her own but that didn’t mean she didn’t have enough strength to hurt her enough to make sure she could prove her worth, prove that her strength on her own was enough to scare off a vampire no matter how old and only a hit of what her coven would be able to do.

          ‘ quite a stunt you pulled, huh? go big or go home, am i right? ’ she asked, reaching over to take hold of the bottle the vampire was holding, her magic slithering through her fingertips to burn the vampires skin enough to make her let go, taking the bottle into her possession and take a swing of it as well, ‘ sorry – did that hurt? ’ she asked with a sarcastic tone, leaning back in her chair with her eyebrow raised.

The witch had fire. Literally. Guts to not only demand a meeting with her but to then take control of the situation entirely. Glancing down at her now fading burn mark, her lips quirked a bit. Such actions would invoke the permanent removal of such ballsy hands. But curiosity was eating at her. That and lack of entertainment. Gemma gleamed at the witch in front of her tauntingly from underneath a thick set of eyelashes. “Hmm, don’t threaten me with a good time honey.” She laughed. “Speaking of time ⎯⎯⎯  ⎯ are you going to get to the point or keep wasting mine’s?”

[petrova]

[nrgburst]

[impossiblexwinner-deactivated20]

Scott had implored him to not act on a whim. Logan complied over a restless night. Sitting idle had never been his strong suit. If the world retaliated against aggressors and found a way to right inevitable wrongs, Gemma would be torn to pieces by the time it took Logan to take the stairs two at a time to her office. He’d find her sprawled on the floor with a vicious wolf bite or a stake pinning her to a wall. 

No, she deserved something far worse if the vampire continued at the rate she was. Something with flair, a grand spectacle fit for a queen.

Opening the door wide he instead found.. arts and crafts or some shit? Gemma had been whiling away her time in front of a canvas. The flippant way humans refer to living without regrets shifted finding her so composed in wake of her most recent atrocities. Gemma looked fresh and light, the glow about her powered by the life of another. 

Fucking vamps.

His nose scrunched in disdain giving the canvas a brief look. ‘’If we’re discussing points of etiquette, I’d say being judge, jury, and executioner last night was poor form, Gemma.’’ Along with the offensive historical precedent against witches, but she was well of aware. 

[gemma-cabello]

It was inevitable to hear the whining of a witch sooner rather than later. After studying their way of life she knew how close they felt about the loss of their fellow kin. So killing one publicly and making them watch him burn was going to piss some of them off. But it was a sacrifice that needed to be made. The only surprise Gemma felt in this moment of being disturbed, was that the whining came from one of her own.

She thought he understood.

Her body faced his and the look of scorn made her feel unease. She’d noticed a lot lately how he’d been talking back, mouthing off rather impulsively. Something she didn’t appreciate from someone she was supposed to rely on and call an ally. “And who would you rather be the judge, jury, and executioner Logan?” She spoke with a soft sigh. “I get that you’re upset, but it had to be done. The witches have done nothing but sit on their asses and they needed a push. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't like living in a fish bowl. So unless you have an adequate argument I suggest you leave.”