batneko:

cinderella marries the prince

and it’s… fine. The prince is great! They’re in love, he’s very sweet and passionate, writing her poems and songs, giving her anything she wants. The time she spends with her husband is great.

but cinderella is not royalty, her family was noble but she never spent time in those circles. She’s used to being busy, she’s used to cooking and cleaning and mending. There are hours, days, where she has nothing to do.

time passes. cinderella learns the fancy lady type of needlework. Learns to ride horses. Reads a lot.

as is normal for royalty at the time, they travel and are hosted by nobles or stay at castles owned by the king. But even that variety begins to become routine. The prince is distracted, there’s a lot of young women living and working on their route. Daughters of nobles. Younger and prettier with soft hands that have never done a day’s work.

cinderella needs something to spend her time on, and there’s a part of her thinking a couple-only trip might get her husband’s attention again, so she suggests making an old castle that’s fallen into disrepair their “project.” It was built in the time when castles were made to be defensible, so it’s quite sturdy, but it’s overgrown and secluded. The prince doesn’t know why his family stopped living there either. A hundred years ago it was their summer home.

so they go. And they work. And for a while it’s great! But when they leave for winter cinderella’s husband forgets her once again. cinderella resolves to make the best of her life and stop worrying about a man who has gotten what he wanted from her.

summer comes again and this time cinderella goes alone to the old castle (minus staff, of course, but cinderella manages to narrow it down to only repair workers and one maid). She can cook and clean and mend again, but this time it’s her own choice. She is happy.

this summer they make more progress on repairs. The workers say that most of it can be salvaged, except one tower that’s been completely overgrown with vines and briars. It will have to come down, eventually, but for now it can be safely ignored.

cinderella has more free time now. The old castle has a surprisingly untouched library, though time and moisture have damaged many of the books. Behind a collection of greek poetry cinderella finds an old diary. Very old, in fact, at least a hundred years. It’s rude to read a diary, of course, but whoever wrote this is long dead, and cinderella is bored, so…

from the description of activities the author looks to have been nobility. Maybe even a princess. She’s sensitive and sweet and smarter than she seems to realize. If circumstances had been different cinderella wishes they could have been friends…

after the summer ends cinderella returns to her husband. He’s spending a lot of time with a young musician and cinderella can’t even work up the energy to care. She does some research about the castle and the family she’s married into, finds out the name of the princess who wrote the diary.

aurora. Cursed and forgotten. She died young, they say, in a plague that also took out the castle staff and her own parents. Luckily they avoided a succession crisis, but not so lucky for the dead.

time passes. cinderella goes to the old castle again and again, even out of season. Soon enough all that remains to be done is the old tower, and the builders say they should tear it down and fill the gaps before it gets cold.

one night cinderella is restless. The princess from the diary had been fond of that tower, and cinderella is far more attached to a dead woman than she ought to be. She gets out of bed, reads by candlelight, and finally goes to walk the empty halls.

she finds herself going to the tower. Pushing past the vines that don’t seem so troublesome really. They almost part before her. The stairs are perfectly intact, the door at the top is already cracked open. As if she should have done this years ago, cinderella steps into aurora’s bedroom.

she’s as beautiful as the stories say. And sitting under her hands, crossed across her stomach as it rises and falls, is a book of greek poetry.


years later, people will tell the story of cinderella as a cautionary one. Don’t seek above your station. Don’t marry for prestige. After all, a girl who grew up as a servant once married the crown prince, and disappeared after only three years. She ran away, they say, she couldn’t handle the lifestyle.

two old women who run a bookshop together agree with the lesson. Marrying for the wrong reasons never ends well. It’s best to wait for someone you have things in common with, shared interests.

or, failing that, the more linguistic of the two says, wait a decade or ten for someone to fall in love with you from your diary.

her partner laughs and hits her with the socks she is mending.

Grand Slam Thank You, Ma’am (2/4)

femininenachos:

No one took much notice of Lexa Woods as a scrawny little upstart, but flash forward a few years and she’s got a real shot at a Wimbledon Title. But when a recurring injury flares up before the Championships begin, she’s forced to seek treatment. What she wasn’t counting on when she walked into the clinic that day was for a sassy blonde physio to turn her carefully ordered world upside down…

AKA Tennis!AU.

[Read on AO3]

weasal:

kassieskai:

Been showing Lexa more of my old movies, as watching her squirm in her seat is so fucking hot!

This one had a pretty high budget, and we shot it over a weekend in the Nevada desert. I got spat on by a camel during a scene where I’m 69ing Raven and it kinda put me off my stride – you could say I got the hump (well actually I did get humped a bunch of times by Octavia and Raven!) I don’t recommend fucking on the desert though you guys, that stuff gets in places you don’t want it to be. The crew nicknamed me Sandy Crack for weeks afterwards.

My buddies at @niylahsniknaks will be selling postcards of my back catalogue at @clexacon, so be sure to pay them a visit and tell them Kassie sent you 😘

I’d like to see Kassie’s back catalogue….

One day, in her dotage, a confused someone is going to interview Eliza Taylor about her past life as a porn star. I doubt I’ll be around to see it and that makes me a little cross. 

If I’ve made it to San Junipero, could someone plug in for five minutes and give me the scoop? It’ll be the best story.  

Bless these legends.  Hope you have a big time in Vegas. 

jenroses:

splend-42:

zdelta-xray-delta:

strangesigils:

eternallyhungry-phan:

eternallyhungry-phan:

weirdseaotter:

beeblebrox-writes:

viatae:

hopesdayydream:

hey uh? i dont really know if this is real but im? kinda both scared and disgusted rn? even if you’re not muslim if you could spread this? i dont know how many muslim followers i have but, please, stay safe?

please spread this and please stay safe.

every single one of my followers should reblog this. Keep your brothers and sisters safe.

DUDE WTH

what the frick is this real

according to the internet this is a real thing in the UK.

thats messed up.

stay safe 

I just looked it up and for real people are getting these letters all over the UK.

Please be safe if youre muslim, if youre not muslim please look out for and protect the muslim people around you, theres some seriously sick people out there that may very well act on this.

What the actual fuck.

Please stay safe everyone

Rushed to snopes, hoping to find it’s a hoax – doesn’t seem to be, and it’s reported on The Independent and on Sky News and on The Guardian.

Stay safe, everyone.

Sounds like everyday needs to be protect-a-Muslim day, but especially April 3. WTF humanity. WTF.

Supposed to find out today if my mother’s cancer is genetic (meaning if I have a chance to get it, I’ll need surgery), but losing hope on a call. Will probably spend the weekend spinning in my anxiety with no sleep. 

Another addition to All The Things They Never Tell You.  

comiclandsavior:

naesnark:

genderterrorist:

OH MY GOD

THIS IS SO HORRIBLY PERFECT

I LOVE IT

I was prepared to roll my eyes and say fuck this, but this might just be one of the best things I’ve ever seen on tumblr

Whenever someone says ‘we’re killing the planet.’  

The millions of years old planet:

 I’ve the seen beginning of all life in these parts, watched it change, watched it fall to pieces and be reborn again. I saw the dinosaurs in and I saw them out. I’ve put up with Ice Age after Ice Age. Meteors. Tectonic shift. Romantics. Radiation burns. Fascists.  But you, tiny human? 

Hahahahahaha.