#Coronation: C

[crownprincesses]

Princess Charlotte having a great time at the coronation concert at Windsor Castle tonight. || May 7th, 2023

[didthekingdieyet]

[charlotte-of-wales]

[sergle]

here’s hoping you reach your goal by the weekend so we can celebrate Tittus Quittus instead of the coronation prince what’s his nuts

NEW GOAL EVERYBODY

[agentark]

live look at me bringing Beckett to the coroner's office, failing the stat check to get the doctor talking, BUT getting whisperings of ass kicking B:

[heir-less]

I mean let's be honest, she went back to the UK twice for these high profile events where she was clearly hidden away and did nothing but stand there . . . and yet people still bullied her and ran a massive smear campaign against her for peeking her head out of a window and holding Harry's hand among many other terrible, terrible crimes.

Says a lot that they're more willing to accept Harry back after Spare, something Meghan had nothing to do with firsthand. It's just more tired misogynoir from that camp.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Then he said, "Rise up King and Queen of Narnia, father and mother of many kings that shall be in Narnia and the Isles and Archenland. Be just and merciful and brave. The blessing is upon you."

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew" - C. S. Lewis

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

I know this has been ragged on a million times but I gotta

[void-botanist]

Thade Adventures: Parkour

OCs: Thade Orech-Pabat, Caladea Ores-Pabat, and Pirianus Orech-Pabat

Words: 500

Content warnings: heights, getting kinda made fun of in front of your crush

Taglist: @vacantgodling

“Do you think it’s possible to parkour all the way down to the ground floor from here?” Thade said, leaning against the railing at the edge of the open space that cut all the way down to said ground floor.

“Maybe,” Caladea said, barely looking up from her phone.

He grinned.  “You think I should try?”

She looked up for real.  “No, you can’t parkour.”

“I can totally parkour,” he said, pushing himself up on his arms so that his hips rested against the top of the railing.  He brought one sandaled foot up between his hands—he wasn’t going to go further than crouching on the rail, because he couldn’t parkour, but his foot slipped out from under him and his arms betrayed him and he found himself bent double over the railing, clinging to the slats, his feet barely skimming the carpet.  The fourth floor suddenly looked very high up.  

“Okay, I take it back,” he said.  “Can you help me?”  If he’d been with anyone but Caladea, they probably would have left him there to think about his actions for a while, but she came over right away to haul him back up by his pants waistband.  Which would have worked if he hadn’t chosen this moment to be wearing sweatpants.  Instead of helping, she just pulled down his pants, and he suspected also his boxer briefs.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she said like it was an accident, but she was also giggling.  

“Callie, you better not be filming this.”

“I’m not.”  Giggle giggle.  She must be, because she certainly wasn’t helping him.  He kicked his legs a little bit and felt a cold rush of fear as he shifted forward on the rail.  Well, this was fine.  He could just work his way back up the slats with his hands, and he would eventually slide back onto the floor.  It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be faster.  He’d hardly started when he felt familiar rough-edged hands on his hips and he was ungraciously pulled back upright.  As his blood stopped pooling in his head, he beheld Pirianus standing there, frowning as always.  That is, until Caladea showed him something on her phone, and he cracked a tiny blue-edged smile.

“Thanks,” Thade said with zero gratitude, pulling up his stupid sweatpants.  Before he could escape these two chucklefucks, though, Caladea turned her phone on him, and he was met with a photo of himself stranded over the rail, his panicked face looking through the slats, and his hairy asscrack surrounded by ironic hearts and sparkles.  Across the top was the word PARKOUR flanked with party poppers and flames.

“Great, thank you,” he said with a fake smile.  It should have been funny.  He should have been laughing—he could take a joke at his expense any day of the week—but instead he felt his cheeks burning.  “I’ll get that put on my calling cards.”  

He didn’t look at her or Pirianus as he walked away.

[theinfinitedivides]

TVXQ! Rebel reaction vid is out and i'm f*cking dying

[capybaraonabicycle]

My mum just sent me a picture and they put little British flags around the altar at her church and sang 'God save the King' during service today. They're not even British.

[crownprincesses]

The Princess of Wales, Princes George & Charlotte of Wales and Princess Eugenie of York having fun at the coronation concert at Windsor Castle. || May 7th, 2023

[therovers]

[charlotte-of-wales]

The Prince and Princess of Wales and Prince Louis appear on the balcony of Buckingham Palace following King Charles III’s Coronation | May 6th, 2023

[akkivee]

i know we decided that hella awesome banquet gave bat disney villain vibes but the mv honestly makes me wonder if bat’s about to go to hell and is going to drag us there with them like a siren call lol

[spareisms]

@immorals

It had been more than three years, but she would recognize him anywhere, at any time, in any place,

As Anna’s hands, trembling slightly, lowered from adjusting her the Coronation Crown (one slightly larger than the more every day article she’d become used to in the weeks leading to this day), her eyes had moved across the room. Her guests, dancing and laughing and eating; her sister, laughing with Honeymaren at the drinks table, the best sound in the world; what was there to be worried or anxious about?

It was just this thought that entered her head when she locked eyes with Hans. It was then she made the split second decision not to look away, but rather to start towards him, the guests in the room parting slightly though she wished they wouldn’t. She didn’t want anyone to overhear whatever words were about to cross her lips. Whatever emotions would resurface after all this time.

Truthfully, she wasn’t sure why he had come at all. She’d extended the invitation as more of a political courtesy, more of a regal rationale. She didn’t think he would actually take her up on it. And it was the surprise at seeing him, actually here in Arendelle, which propelled Anna across the floor.

She stood in front of him, her eyes searching his form, dimly appreciating his retained height, the more sustained air of royal presence which had drawn her to him all those years ago. But that was a different time, a different world. Back when he could be trusted, and back when she trusted anyone who showed her common kindness.

“I’m surprised to see you here, Prince Hans….Of The Southern Isles,” she added the last bit more for herself, to steady her own voice as she adjusted to the reality of him being here. Right here.

“I wasn’t sure you even knew.”