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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

#ask meme.

edwardwindsor:

Edward rocked back, halting himself from colliding with the man as he opened the door. He began to mumble out a response, “Oh sorry, wrong door.” He looked up at the guy, who looked vaguely familiar – although everyone here seemed to – and noticed a dusting of white powder trapped in his facial hair. Not thinking, he said, “Wait, are you doing coke? How did you get that so fast? Because I thought about trying to bring something, but I knew airport security would figure it out.”

His volume control was very poor and he barely caught himself from yelling it out to the entire hallway. But he thought he might have seen some more of the powder on the desk in the far recesses of the room when he rose up higher on the balls of his feet and peeked behind the man’s shoulder. “Are you just doing it alone? Because, trust me, it’s better with company.”

Cheng-en’s eyes widened when this Edward, presumably the young Prince Edward, started going on and on about cocaine. He leaned out into the hallway and looked both ways before grabbing him by the shirt and yanking him in his room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, irritation clear on his face. He paused by a mirror and carefully brushed the powder out of his facial hair before turning to his guest again. “You can’t just say things like that out loud. Don’t you know how much trouble I could get in?” He ran his fingers through his hair and sniffed in deeply.

hadassahsafir:

Hadassah was swamped. It was only 2:00 and already she’d been to four meetings, a briefing and conducted two business calls with her father and his cabinet. And she’d done it all while running on an hour of sleep. She was exhausted, and what had started out as a morning filled with anticipation had turned to one of dread. She looked like shit, and the last thing she needed Cheng-en to see was her looking weak.

She took one last glance in the window of the nearest building. Her outfit was simple, yet infinitely flattering. She wore a sleeveless dress of bright yellow with matching heels. Her hair was curled softly and although the bags under her eyes were still visible if you stared hard enough, her makeup was perfect.

Bracing herself she tore herself away from the window, casting a nervous glance towards her guards before entering the coffee shop. Her eyes immediately find Cheng-en and she gives him a practiced smile. He looked great, his suit fit perfectly, not a hair out of place. She knew he was just as busy as her, yet somehow he managed to look like he wasn’t bothered by his workload at all.

A knot formed in her stomach as she walked to his table. She inclined her head, “As do you, Prince Cheng-en. It’s a pleasure.”

Cheng-en’s smile was wide as he moved and carefully pulled a seat out for her. “That’s very kind of you to say.” He resettled down in the chair he’d previously occupied once again, trying not to stare too much in amazement, before he jumped up again. His expression became sheepish and he asked “I’m sorry, what would you like? I can order for us.”

He hadn’t gone into this experience expecting to be as taken with his fiancé as what he was. His breakup had been half a year ago, and his heart was still broken from it, so to find Princess Hadassah so breathtaking was startling to him. She seemed hard-working and passionate and strong and both times he’d met with her, despite both of them clearly having full days of work, she never looked less than her best.

He admired that. A lot.

He nodded in understanding when she listed off what she wanted and then moved to the counter to order, making sure to leave a very generous tip in the tip jar. The girls were very flustered and giggly and he wondered if they recognized him as crown prince, or if they were merely in a good mood.

Once he had their order he returned to the table, finally taking his seat again.

edwardwindsor:

Edward stumbled down the hallway, he had had a long night searching for solace from his anxieties at the bottom of a bottle. It was exhausting. All he wanted was to curl up on his bed and sleep for as many days as he would be allowed. Hands gripping the plaster walls of the hotel, feet tripping over each other. He could have sworn his quarters were down here. ‘Room 306, was it? No, 316?’ His mind was jumbled and the plaques on the doors declaring the room numbers were beginning to blur together. “Bah, to hell with this.”

He turned towards the nearest maybe familiar room and jumbled the door handle. His key had been left behind somewhere along the way, but surely there would be a servant waiting within. Edward banged on the door, “Oh come on, let me in. It’s Edward.” As the door swung open, he realized that this was, in fact, not his room.

Cheng-en had four hours to sleep before he had to be up again for meetings. But, of course, he had five hours worth of paperwork to get done before then. He’d been getting irritable towards the end of his day and the second he had some alone time he changed into some sweatpants and a tee shirt and he poured the last of his cocaine out onto his desk and he began to breathe it in.

That is, until there was obnoxious knocking on his door. He choked a little, startled, and quickly wiped his nose, not noticing the white trapped in his beard. He opened the door and stared down in red-eyed annoyance at the clearly drunk guy who almost stumbled into his chest.

“Can I help you, Edward?” he asked, trying his best to at least be civil.

Cheng-en knew that he had to make the most of his hour with Hadassah. It had been made obvious to him at their last meeting that they were both extremely dedicated and busy people. But this was important to him; these interactions would be the foundation of their marriage.

At the very least, he wanted desperately for them to be friends.

He managed to close a meeting pretty quickly and stopped in his room to make sure he looked cleaned up. He decided to forego his tie to make it a smidge more casual, still wearing a navy suit with a pocket handkerchief tucked artfully in his chest pocket.

He got fixed up, of course, before he left his room and he smoked a cigarette on his way there. He was focused and aware and in a very pleasant mood. He went ahead and found a table for them to start at. He even turned his cell phone off, tucking it away in his back pocket. His full attention would be on Hadassah.

He tapped his fingers mindlessly, smiling at people who passed by, even turning to make conversation with his favorite guard. But he saw her the second she stepped into the café, looking as confident and elegant as she had the day before, and a huge smile lit up his face. He stood up out of respect.

“Princess Hadassah. You look incredible.”

@hadassahsafir

#closed starter.

sophiestuartx:

Sophie’s doe eyes locked with the males and she put on her best smile.·“Yes it is.” She said softly.·“Definitely a great day to be outside and admire nature in all it’s beauty.” She said shyly.·

Cheng-en tilted his head to the side a fraction and stepped a little bit closer. “I take from your accent that you belong to the Stuart family?” he asked with a smile. “I should introduce myself. I’m Cheng-en, Crown Prince of Taiwan, though I find most English speakers prefer to call me William. It’s a pleasure to make your formal acquaintance.”

tatianavalentinov:

tatiana chewed on her lip, dark brown eyes filled with disdain as she gazed out the window in front of her. the view was beautiful, certainly, no expense had been saved it seemed when it came to the summit but the words she couldn’t stop the words beautifully gilded cage from bouncing around her thoughts. “i miss home.” the princess muttered absentmindedly, more to herself than to the company she kept. in theory she understood the logic behind all the betrothals, but hadn’t tatiana done enough for her country? this marriage, this whole summit just felt like a slap in the face, a reminder that no matter how much she sacrificed to her title, it would never be enough.

cheng-en was almost-running. that’s all he ever seemed to do anymore. between meetings, there was barely enough time to think, let alone stop. the only rest he got was when he collapsed on his bed for a few hours of sleep before getting up to go again. he weaved through rooms, checking numbers and reading signs, only to stop when he heard a small voice speaking a language he wasn’t all too familiar with. “i’m sorry,” he said in perfect English upon recognizing the princess of bulgaria from his notes. “are you alright?”

hadassahsafir:

Hadassah had barely taken her seat before she was swept into a whirlpool of political talk, negotiations and wedding plans. She had thrown a few suggestions in here and there, but it was obvious both the King and Queen had many ideas that outweighed her Cheng-en’s and her own. And then suddenly the Queen was saying goodbye, and her father was telling her he loved her before hanging up, and she was left alone with a man she barely knew.

He addressed her, his English impeccable, his tone polite and she couldn’t help the smile that forms on her face. For once it was genuine and not the fake one she reserved for the public.

“As well as such a thing can go, I suppose, “ she replied, her tone nervous. She tugged on her sleeve. “My father was a bit overzealous, unfortunately.” she stood gracefully, desperately trying to grasp a topic of conversation.

How was it she could speak in front of hundreds of delegates or thousands of citizens but not to a single man? Surely this wouldn’t be how the rest of their shared lives would go? Polite conversation interspersed with long, awkward silences?

Determined to find some common ground, Hadassah cleared her throat. “Have you had a chance to explore the hotel yet? I’ve heard it’s beautiful. I wouldn’t know as I only arrived here this morning and my schedule has been booked all day.” the brunette stopped abruptly. Light pink flushed across her cheeks as she realized she’d been rambling.

“I know my mother can come off as stoic to most people, so the fact that she smiled it a modern miracle,” Cheng-en agreed with a chuckle. “I’m sorry we were almost late, by the way. Sometimes there just aren’t enough hours in the day.”

He tucked his fingers into his pockets and watched her as she spoke. He could tell she was nervous despite the somewhat practiced serenity she exuded. She was lovely and she was passionate and he knew that, even if they never came to love each other, he could at least respect her and work with her.

That was the point of all of this, after all. Finding a permanent coworker.

“I haven’t, actually. I’ve been here... two days, I believe? And I think I’ve gotten a solid four hours of sleep. It’s been nonstop,” he continued. “If you’re free tomorrow, maybe you’d like to meet up at the café on the first floor and take a walk?”

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#musing.

hadassahsafir:

Standing abruptly, Hadassah pushed her chair back, smoothing her dress as she turned to face the voice that spoke her title.

If she had been raised in any household other than a royal one her jaw would have dropped. Her betrothed was nothing like she’d imagined, he was a lot taller, more stylish and gorgeous. She hadn’t looked him up, every time she thought she might her stomach rolled and she lost the urge. Looking at him now she wished she would have just googled him, it certainly would have spared her the problem of appearing like a mute idiot.

Turning towards the older woman she bowed deeply. “Your Majesty, it’s an honor.” She smiled before turning to the younger man, her future husband.

“Please,” she smiled. “I prefer Hadassah.” She curtsied, fanning her dress around her.

Glancing slyly at her father she could see the smirk threatening to break across his face. He cleared his throat and spoke. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

Cheng-en finally spared his mother a glance and she had that aggravating smirk on her face, one very similar to the one the King of Israel was wearing on his own. He gave her a look and she merely patted her son’s arm and gave Hadassah a smile (something she didn’t bestow upon many people).

Cheng-en hurried around to help his mother sit down before taking a seat, himself, and clearing his throat.

“My family and I are very eager to discuss the mutual benefits Israel and Taiwan can enjoy from the union between me and Her High- I mean. Hadassah.” He gave his fiancé a small smile and clasped his hands together, allowing the discussions to begin.

The conversation went along quickly and easily. All four people participated enthusiastically and Cheng-en noticed quickly how intelligent and well-spoken Hadassah was. Some of the best ideas of the conversation came from her and he knew it impressed not only him, but the Queen as well.

After deals were reached and goodbyes were said, the King and the Queen excused themselves, leaving the couple alone. Chen stood and took a deep breath before offering her a grin. “That went blessedly well, didn’t it?”

#i feel like this was a mess #bc i kept getting distracted #my apologies

yungbludsxx

Sophie wasn’t ready to socialize yet. In fact she wasn’t ready for any of this. She wanted to go back to Scotland and go back to how things were. She didn’t want to be married off. She needed fresh air so she grabbed on of her favorite books and headed to the courtyard. She sat down on a bench and opened her book, trying to distract herself from her anxiety and insecurity.

willicmz

It was rare for Cheng-en to have a moment to himself, so to have ten minutes was unheard of. After being in meetings all day, it felt nice to stretch his legs and get some fresh air. The courtyard was gorgeous and the weather was pleasant and it did miracles to help clear his mind. His hands in his pockets, he strolled down along the pathway until he came upon a young woman. He hadn’t met her, but he knew her instantly from years of memorizing royal faces and names. “Hello. Lovely day, isn’t it?” he asked cordially in his soft voice, a smile on his tired face.

hadassahsafir:

Hadassah wrung her hands together nervously, eyes locked on the clock ahead of her. The hands moved slowly, inching towards 2:30. Her stomach dropped as she realized in only two minutes she’d be meeting the man she was to spend the rest of her life with. How had she ended up here? It had been only hours ago she had arrived at the Summit, a fresh sense of bravado nipping at her heels. And now she was a nervous wreck who couldn’t make eye contact with the computer sitting across from her.

She stared at the video image of her father until she had felt sick. He looked the epitome of professional, his hair coiffed perfectly, a pleasant smile on his face. He looked too calm and happy to be attending what she felt was her funeral. The King couldn’t make the meeting in person he was, after all, obligated to his duty to Israel, something Hadassah understood all too well. And her mother… well, she hadn’t left the house in years.

Drawing her attention back to the clock her heart skips. 2:30. And he wasn’t here. She took a deep breath, prepared to heave a heavy sigh of annoyance when the doors suddenly flung open, and all of her thoughts went out the window.

Cheng-en and his mother were running. Literally running. He’d told her she’d overbooked their day, she always did, but she insisted they’d make it. His legs were so much longer than hers, it took a lot of will to keep himself from making bounds and leaving her behind but his mother was definitely not someone who’d accept that. He could practically feel her hand smacking the back of his head just for thinking about it.

But still, he refused to be late to his first meeting with his fiancé.

He pushed open the door to one of the private libraries that had been reserved for their meeting, breathing in deeply when he saw the time on the clock was exactly 2:30. He knew his mother had a smirk on her face, so instead of looking back at her his eyes came to rest on the young woman and the man on the screen beside her. His betrothed.

She was beautiful. Of course he’d looked her up, he’d researched her beyond the talking points he’d been given by his assistants. But no photo could adequately describe the way she carried herself, the elegance she seemed to exude. She was breathtaking, really.

He straightened his back and adjusted the navy suit jacket he was wearing before he dropped into a perfectly performed bow.

“Your Majesty,” he said in the direction of the king before his eyes returned to the woman. “Your Highness.”

♔ Now announcing ZHĀNG CHENG-EN (WILLIAM ZHĀNG), CROWN PRINCE of TAIWAN. HE is known to be OBSERVANT and COMPASSIONATE, but also UPTIGHT and NERVOUS. I hear the 31 year old is set to wed NATALIE PORTMAN in a few months. Rumor has it HE’S ADDICTED TO COCAINE. They look a bit like GODFREY GAO, don’t they?