#TheHeirs

[hallyudorama]

His ability to switch from a cute boy-next-door to full-on leading man is just one of his many strengths. Without further ado, here are some of our favorite Park Hyung-sik K-dramas to date.

[lmhsny]

[2013.09.30] The Heirs Stills

[beingkatiara]

The Heirs - Random Thoughts

I feel like I understand Eun-Sang. Everything she did was because both her and her mother were struggling to survive; those were her intentions. She was poor and that painted her world because that’s her reality. She was flippant often to Tan, but that’s because what she stood to lose was far greater. I feel like people who don’t know the struggle of having less may not understand her characterization. I feel like from the beginning of the show we see who she is perfectly. 

[minozdee]

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[greekminoz]

🥳Happy 9th Anniversary 👑The Heirs 👑

Hangul: 왕관을 쓰려는자, 그무게를 견뎌라-상속자들

Starring: @actorleeminho @ssinz7 and @____kimwoobin @real_jinhyuk

Writer: Kim Eun-Sook

Network: @sbsdrama.official

Episodes: 20

Release Date: October 9 - December 12, 2013

[sepia-mahogany]

Jiang Cheng’s sacrifice of distracting the guards is just like when they were kids and he promised to keep the dogs away, once he might’ve cared about Wei Wuxian, but not by the time he declares him an enemy to the sects, not when he leads an entire siege to kill Wei Wuxian (and spends rest of the days finding and killing people who reminded him of Wei Wuxian), not when he himself ties WWX down and lets him loose his mind as he places a dog on him or hell when he tries to attack wwx while he’s in a qi deviation. That’s like the tragedy of Yunmeng Twin Prides, once they were friends, then one of them was overtaken by hatred for the other and led the army to kill him.

[lunardragon00]

The Heir (Choi San x OC)

Masterlist

Genre: Fantasy , Lord!San x Princess!OC

Words: 4655

Warning: Angst, light fluff (you guys I almost cried writing this)

Chapter Four --> Chapter Five --> Chapter Seven

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔵 - 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔶, 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am hers, and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days."

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his, and he is mine, from this day until the end of my days."

The Sept of Suncrest stood resplendent in the golden glow of the afternoon sun, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens like fingers of faith. Inside, the air was alive with a sense of anticipation, mingling with the fragrance of incense and the soft murmur of prayers. At the heart of the sept stood Prince Hongjoong, the heir to the Iron Throne, a figure of regal poise and dignity. Beside him, his betrothed, Arya Tyrell, radiated a quiet beauty, her gown of white silk trailing behind her like a river of moonlight.

The pews were filled with nobles and commoners alike, their eyes fixed on the couple before them, their hearts brimming with hope and joy. For this union was more than a marriage of two souls; it was a promise of peace and prosperity, a beacon of hope in a world plagued by strife. As the High Septon began the sacred rites, his voice reverberating through the hallowed halls, a hush fell over the crowd, broken only by the solemn exchange of vows and the gentle strains of music.

Outside, the city bustled with life, unaware of the solemn ceremony taking place within the sept's sacred walls. But inside, amidst the flickering candlelight and the scent of roses, Prince Hongjoong and Lady Arya Tyrell pledged their love before gods and men, sealing their bond for all eternity. 

The newlyweds, Prince Hongjoong and Arya, chose to have their celebratory feast outdoors in the garden, a serene and picturesque location within the castle grounds. The garden, adorned with blooming flowers, winding pathways, and lush greenery, provided a romantic ambiance for the joyous occasion. Arya, with her radiant smile and sparkling eyes, led Hongjoong through the garden. As they strolled hand in hand, their affection for each other was evident to all who beheld them. The couple, newly joined in matrimony, remained close together, their love and happiness palpable in the air.

Guests mingled amidst the colorful blooms, savoring delectable dishes and raising their glasses in toast to the newlyweds. Music filled the air, adding to the festive atmosphere of the celebration. Underneath the canopy of stars, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of their loved ones, Hongjoong and Arya basked in the glow of their love, cherishing each moment of their special day. 

"They make a lovely couple, don't they?" Takashi - Arya's father - remarked, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and fondness for his daughter and her chosen partner. 

"It brings me great joy to see such happiness upon my son's face," the King agreed, his voice resonating with pride and contentment as he observed Prince Hongjoong and Arya, the newlyweds, sharing tender moments together in the garden. The King's hand, standing beside the King, nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with paternal affection as he watched his daughter and her beloved husband. The couple, with their undeniable chemistry and genuine affection for each other, radiated a sense of joy and harmony that warmed the hearts of all who beheld them. 

"Will they be leaving for Dragonspire soon?" Asked Takashi, but the King shook his head. 

"No, my son will stay with me here in Drake's Landing. He still has much learn if he is to be King one day." The hand stood shocked at this news, for it was custom for the heir to the throne to reside on Dragonspire until it was time to ascend as King. "So, Dragonspire will remain empty?"

 "No, I plan to have my daughter move there once her and Prince Wooyoung wed." Takashi Tyrell gazed thoughtfully at his monarch. His brow furrowed with concern as he voiced his query, his words weighed with the gravity of a father's love and the wisdom of a seasoned advisor.

"You do not wish for her to remain here?" Takashi's inquiry hung in the air, his tone measured yet tinged with a hint of apprehension. The King's daughter was the spirited embodiment of the Kim name, her presence a captivating blend of grace and determination. As her father, understood the depths of her soul, the restless spirit that yearned for more than the confines of courtly life. Kang-Dae met Takashi's gaze with a solemn nod, his features etched with a paternal concern mirrored by the elder Tyrell. 

"It's not that," Kang-Dae began, his voice a steady cadence of reassurance. "Hana has never truly liked the court. She has grown to have respect for it now, but she has no interest in playing nicely with them."

The King's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable resonating with the weight of unspoken truths and heartfelt intentions. He understood his daughter's heart, her restless spirit that yearned for the freedom of open skies and uncharted horizons. And he knew she would be happier away from the palace, amidst the untamed beauty of Dragonspire. Hearing her speak of her time in Sunphinx only cemented that thought, her tales of adventure and discovery painting a vivid portrait of a soul unbound by the constraints of courtly decorum. While both of his children were dragon riders, only Hana carried the true blood of the dragon within her veins. She was restless, chaotic, her spirit untamed yet fiercely loyal to her convictions, and Kang-Dae embraced the fire that burned within her, knowing that her journey would lead her to greatness beyond the walls of the Red Keep. 

Their gaze went back to their grown children. Amidst the tranquil beauty of the garden, the newlyweds moved with a grace that spoke of a love pure and true. Theirs was a dance of enchantment, a symphony of two souls entwined in the sweet embrace of matrimony. As the soft strains of music filled the air, they moved as one, their steps guided by the rhythm of their hearts and the melody of their love. In the midst of the gathered guests, their eyes were solely for each other, their gazes locked in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of the bond they shared. The world around them faded into insignificance, for in that moment, there existed only the two of them, cocooned in the warmth of their affection.

With each gentle sway and graceful turn, they painted a portrait of devotion and commitment, their movements a testament to the depth of their love. Amidst the whispers of leaves and the blooming flowers, they wove a tapestry of memories that would linger in their hearts for a lifetime. For Hongjoong and Arya, this was their moment, their celebration of a love that knew no bounds, a love that would endure for eternity. 

As Hana stood beneath the shade of the tree, watching the joyous dance of Hongjoong and Arya, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy gnawing at her heart. Her gaze lingered on the couple, their happiness a stark reminder of the love she yearned for but could not attain. With each graceful movement of the dancers, Hana's thoughts drifted to San, the one she longed for with every fiber of her being. In the depths of her soul, she felt an emptiness, a void that only he could fill. Memories of their shared moments flooded her mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of what once was and what could have been.

As she lifted the glass of wine to her lips, its taste bitter against her tongue, Hana couldn't shake the feeling of longing that consumed her. Her own wedding loomed on the horizon, but the prospect brought her no joy, only a sense of resignation to a fate she had not chosen.In the quiet solitude of the garden, surrounded by the laughter and merriment of others, Hana's heart echoed with the absence of the one she loved. As Hana observed San chatting amiably with her betrothed and his brother, a tumult of emotions surged within her. His presence, once a source of comfort and joy, now served as a painful reminder of the choices they had made and the consequences they bore.

A part of her longed to approach him, to bridge the distance that had grown between them and seek solace in his familiar presence. Yet, she knew that doing so would only deepen the wounds that already festered within her heart. In the quiet depths of her mind, Hana grappled with the weight of regret, wishing fervently that she could undo the night they had shared, erase the traces of longing that lingered in its wake. The memory of their forbidden union cast a shadow over her thoughts, a constant reminder of the complexities of love and desire. With a heavy heart, Hana turned away, burying her feelings beneath a facade of composure. 

As Park Seonghwa approached Hana, his steps measured and his expression thoughtful, he noticed the subtle shift in her demeanor. Her usually vibrant countenance was overshadowed by an air of melancholy, her eyes betraying a depth of emotion that spoke volumes. Concern etched across his features, he greeted Hana with a gentle smile, his voice soft and reassuring. 

"Princess Hana," he began, his tone warm with genuine concern, "I couldn't help but notice that something weighs heavy on your heart. Is everything alright?"

Hana offered him a fleeting smile, though it failed to reach the depths of her eyes. Despite her efforts to mask her inner turmoil, she found solace in Seonghwa's genuine concern, a testament to the bond they shared as dear friends.

"I appreciate your concern, Seonghwa," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "It's nothing I can't handle." But even as she spoke the words, Hana knew that the burden she carried was not one easily shrugged off. In the quiet corners of her mind, the echoes of regret and longing whispered their relentless refrain, a constant reminder of the choices she had made and the consequences they bore. As Seonghwa followed Hana's gaze, his perceptive eyes honed in on the trio engaged in conversation, their voices carrying amidst the gentle hum of the garden. With a gentle understanding born of years of friendship, he recognized the weight of Hana's unspoken thoughts, the silent tumult that stirred beneath the surface of her calm facade.

"You're thinking about your own wedding that's coming soon," Seonghwa ventured, his voice a soft murmur that bespoke his empathy and understanding. He observed Hana's guarded expression, the subtle tension that lingered in the line of her shoulders, and he offered her a reassuring smile, a silent reassurance that she need not bear her burdens alone.In the quiet of the garden, Hana found herself enveloped by a sense of camaraderie, a shared understanding that transcended words. 

"Something like that." Perhaps she could tell him, maybe he can offer his wisdom. He had known San all his life, he has lived in court ever since he was young. Maybe he could provide insight on what she could do. As the thought flickered through her mind, Hana considered the possibility of confiding in Seonghwa, of seeking his counsel and guidance in navigating the complex currents of her heart. He had been a steadfast presence in her life, a friend whose wisdom and insight she valued above all else. With a silent resolve, she turned to Seonghwa, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"Seonghwa," she began, her voice a soft murmur that carried the weight of her unspoken concerns. "There is something I wish to discuss with you, something that weighs heavily on my heart." In the quiet intimacy of their conversation, Hana found solace in the presence of a trusted confidant, a friend whose unwavering support she knew she could rely on.With a steady gaze and an empathetic ear, Seonghwa listened, his presence a beacon of reassurance amidst the uncertainty that clouded her thoughts.

"I do not love him." Seonghwa gave a puzzled look. "Wooyoung?" He asked for clarity. Hana nodds, "There is another who has taken claim of my heart." Hana looks back to the trio, Seonghwa matches her gaze before realization hits. It was San, she was in love with San.  As understanding dawned in Seonghwa's eyes, a solemn acknowledgment passed between them, unspoken words weaving a tapestry of shared understanding and empathy. In that fleeting moment of revelation, Hana's heart lay bare, her unspoken truth laid bare before her trusted friend.

"For how long?" He asked gently, keeping his voice quiet as to not draw attention. "Years, it started when we were ten and five." Seonghwa was dumbfounded, he had never known. Though he supposes he should not be surprised, for it was probably for Hana's sake as princess and for keeping his friendship with Hongjoong that he kept it so well hidden. The depth of her feelings, hidden beneath layers of duty and obligation, resonated within him, a testament to the complexities of love and longing that transcended the boundaries of their station and circumstance.

"Years..." Seonghwa echoed softly, his voice tinged with a mixture of understanding and empathy. "To carry such a burden in silence, to hold onto a love that dared not speak its name... It must have been a heavy burden to bear."

As the gravity of Hana's confession settled between them, Seonghwa felt a profound sense of respect and admiration for the princess before him. Despite the constraints of her position, despite the expectations placed upon her shoulders, she had dared to love fiercely and unapologetically, her heart a beacon of unwavering devotion in a world fraught with uncertainty and upheaval. Seonghwa regarded Hana with a mixture of compassion and understanding, his words tempered with wisdom gleaned from years of navigating the intricate webs of courtly intrigue and personal relationships.

"Your duty as princess is undeniable, Hana," Seonghwa began, his tone measured yet compassionate. "The responsibilities that accompany your station are not to be taken lightly, for they are the threads that bind the realm together. In marrying Prince Wooyoung, you fulfill not only your duty to your family but also your duty to the realm." He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing.

"Love, however powerful, cannot always dictate the course of our lives. Sometimes, duty must take precedence, for it is the foundation upon which kingdoms are built," Seonghwa explained, his voice tinged with a solemn reverence for the weight of Hana's choices.

"Yet, that does not mean your heart must remain shackled by duty alone," he added gently. "Find solace in the knowledge that love, in its many forms, has the power to transcend even the most formidable of barriers. While your marriage to Prince Wooyoung may be born of duty, it does not preclude the possibility of finding fulfillment and companionship within its confines."Seonghwa's words carried a sense of quiet reassurance, a reminder that even amidst the complexities of courtly life, there existed moments of joy and connection waiting to be discovered.

"Remember, Hana, that your heart is resilient, capable of finding love and contentment in unexpected places," Seonghwa concluded, his voice imbued with a sense of hope and possibility. "Trust in the strength of your convictions." She gave another look to the trio, this time their gazes meet. 

As he meets Hana's gaze, he feels a pang of longing and regret, tempered by the awareness of the insurmountable obstacles that stand between them. In Hana's eyes, he sees the turmoil of conflicted desires and unspoken yearning. He senses the weight of her duty and the sacrifices she must make for the stability of the realm, even as her heart yearns for something more.Despite the undeniable connection they share, San understands the constraints of their circumstances. As a princess, Hana is bound by duty and obligation, her choices dictated by the expectations of her station and the needs of the realm. He knows that their love, though powerful, cannot easily transcend the barriers that separate them.

Yet, beneath the surface of duty and decorum, San glimpses the flicker of rebellion and defiance in Hana's gaze. He recognizes the fire that burns within her, the same fire that has drawn him to her since they were children. In her eyes, he sees echoes of their shared past and the unspoken promises of a future that may never come to pass. For San, the moment is bittersweet, a reminder of the fragile balance between love and duty, desire and responsibility. As he meets Hana's gaze, he silently pledges to honor their connection, even as he acknowledges the impossibility of their union in the eyes of the world. 

"I'll be back, I'm going to get some fresh air." Hana states, before walking away from the celebration. She walks deeper into the trees, wanting to dwell in her emotions before putting on a happy smile for the rest of the night. As Hana wanders deeper into the embrace of the trees, the sounds of the celebration fade into the background, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft murmur of the night. The cool breeze brushes against her skin, offering a moment of respite from the suffocating weight of expectation and obligation.

In the solitude of the forest, Hana allows herself to unravel, to confront the whirlwind of emotions that churn within her heart. She feels the weight of her impending marriage pressing down upon her, a heavy burden that threatens to engulf her in its suffocating embrace.Memories of her fleeting moments with San flood her mind, each recollection a poignant reminder of the forbidden love that simmers beneath the surface of her carefully curated facade. She recalls the warmth of his touch, the tenderness of his gaze, and the whispered promises of a future that remains forever out of reach. 

"Are you alright princess?" Dammit, she thought. She looks up at the strange voice, already knowing who she will see. "You know the answer to that."  

San's voice, laced with concern, cut through the stillness of the night, his presence casting a shadow upon the moonlit path. Hana's heart quickened at the sight of him, her emotions swirling in a tempest of conflicting desires and unspoken truths. She met his gaze with a mixture of apprehension and longing, the weight of their shared secrets hanging heavy between them like an unbreakable bond. In his eyes, she saw mirrored reflections of her own turmoil, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken yearnings that lingered in the spaces between their words.

"I cannot pretend that everything is well," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "The weight of expectation bears heavily upon me, threatening to consume me in its relentless embrace." San's expression softened, a silent understanding passing between them like a fleeting whisper in the night. He reached out to her, his touch a gentle caress against the tumult of her emotions, offering solace in the midst of her turmoil.

"You are not alone in your struggles," he reassured her, his voice a soothing balm against the ache of her uncertainty. "We carry our burdens together, bound by the threads of fate that intertwine our destinies." In the quiet intimacy of the woods, Hana found solace in San's presence, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of her conflicted heart. In his embrace, Hana looks up at him before deciding to lean in. San moves his head to the side, dodging her kiss. "No." He won't look at her, for if he did he would only give in. 

As Hana leaned in, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and longing, she found herself met with San's steadfast refusal. Her frustration simmered beneath the surface, a tempest of conflicting emotions threatening to unravel the fragile threads of her composure. In the depths of her heart, she knew that San's words held truth, a stark reminder of the boundaries that bound them to their respective destinies.

"We are at your brother's wedding, Hana," San's voice carried a note of urgency, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes. "Your betrothed stands only feet away." The reality of his words pierced through the haze of her desires, the weight of obligation pressing down upon her with relentless force. In the flickering light of the night, she saw the echoes of their shared anguish reflected in San's eyes, a silent testament to the sacrifices they were destined to make in the name of duty and honor.

"Take me," Hana's voice trembled with urgency, her words a whispered plea that reverberated through the stillness of the night. "Take me like you did last night. Whisk me away, let our desires become real." With each word she spoke, the distance between them narrowed, the palpable tension of their shared longing enveloping them in its embrace. As San moved to separate them, Hana held him close, her fingers tracing the contours of his face with a gentle touch, her touch igniting a spark that set their souls ablaze with passion.

"Please San, please give me one more night," her voice trembled with desperation, the edges of her words fraying beneath the weight of unspoken longing. "Let's flee, go back to that brothel and stay there. Or, we can fly together to Essos, where a persons name means nothing to it's people." Her words lingered in the air, a whispered plea that reverberated through the quiet serenity of the morning. In the hazy light of day, San's gaze flickered with turmoil, he knew the dangers that lurked in the shadows, the consequences of surrendering to the pull of their desires. 

"Hana," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur amidst the stillness of the morning, urging her to pause, to reconsider the path they tread. For he knew not how long he could resist the siren call of their forbidden love. 

"Please, my love," she whispered back, her voice a fragile echo of the depths of her yearning. Her words hung in the air, a silent plea that reverberated through the quiet solitude of the morning, binding them together in a delicate dance of desire and longing. "Stay, stay with me," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "Please, I beg of you. For years you have come and gone, but my heart cannot bear it any longer. I choose you, I want you."

In those words, she bared her soul to him, laying bare the depths of her vulnerability and the extent of her desire. With each plea, she reached out across the expanse that separated them, bridging the gap with the raw intensity of her emotions. San stood before her, his heart a tumultuous storm of conflicting emotions. Her words, spoken with such fervent sincerity, stirred something deep within him, igniting a fire that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. In her eyes, he saw the reflection of his own longing, mirrored in the depths of her gaze. He felt the weight of her words, each syllable a dagger that pierced the armor of his resolve, laying bare the vulnerability he had fought so hard to conceal. 

Their lips met in a fervent embrace, a collision of longing and desire that transcended the confines of time and space. In that moment, they were consumed by the intensity of their shared passion, lost in the tumult of their emotions. The kiss spoke volumes, a silent testament to the depth of their connection and the fervor of their desire. It was a union of souls and, for a fleeting instant, the world around them ceased to exist, fading into insignificance against the backdrop of their shared ecstasy. In that timeless moment, there was only the intoxicating rush of desire, the electric spark that ignited between them. They separated, only for moment as to catch their breath. 

"I love you, my heart," San murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "I would die for you, I would kill for you. Whatever you desire, I would grant it."

His words hung in the air, thick with the promise of forbidden ecstasy and unbridled passion.With a hunger born of years of longing, San closed the distance between them once again, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that set her soul ablaze. In that searing embrace, they lost themselves in the intoxicating rush of their passion, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself.As their kiss deepened, the world around them faded into oblivion, consumed by the fiery intensity of their desire. In that timeless embrace, they became lost in each other, their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace that spoke volumes of the love that burned between them. As they separated once again, a chasm of despair opened between them, widening with each passing moment.

"But I cannot grant you this," San whispered, his voice heavy with sorrow as he gently pushed her away. Hana recoiled, her heart breaking with every inch of distance that grew between them. Desperation clawed at her, urging her to cling to him, to hold onto the fleeting moments they shared.

"No, no," she pleaded, her voice trembling with unshed tears as she reached out for him. But San remained resolute, his grip firm as he held her at arm's length, his eyes reflecting the anguish that tore at his soul.

"Please, don't make this harder," he implored, his voice a fragile whisper amidst the storm of emotions that raged within him. With each word, his heart shattered anew, his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of their impossible love.

"I am the princess. I am the King's daughter," Hana declared, her voice cracking with the weight of her sorrow. "I demand you, Lord San, to stay here. I demand you to remain with me." But even as she spoke, she knew the futility of her words, for their love was a flame that burned too brightly, consuming everything in its path. And as San's lips met hers one last time, she tasted the bittersweetness of their parting, the bitter sting of farewell lingering on her lips.

"I will always love you, never forget that," he whispered, his voice a haunting echo of the love they shared. And as he turned away, his heart heavy with the weight of their goodbye, Hana watched him fade into the shadows, her soul tethered to his in an eternal bond of love and longing.

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The wedding day dawned with golden rays of sunlight streaming through the windows, casting a warm glow upon the bustling halls of the palace. For Hana, the day held the promise of new beginnings, the start of a life bound to another through vows spoken and promises made. As she adorned herself in the finery befitting a princess on her wedding day, her heart weighed heavy with the absence of the one she loved.

Amidst the flurry of preparations and the whispered congratulations that filled the air, Hana moved with a grace born of duty rather than desire. She smiled for the guests, her laughter ringing hollow amidst the jubilant celebrations. But behind the facade of happiness, a silent ache gnawed at her soul, a silent reminder of the love she had lost.

As she stood before the altar, her hand clasped in Wooyoung's, she felt the weight of their impending union settle upon her like a heavy cloak. The words of the ceremony washed over her, a blur of solemn vows and whispered promises that echoed hollow in her ears. Amidst the cheers and applause that greeted their union, Hana felt a pang of longing grip her heart, a silent lament for the love that could never be. For in the depths of her soul, she knew that her heart would always belong to another, a shadowy figure lost to the winds of time and fate.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am hers, and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days."

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his, and he is mine, from this day until the end of my days."

[bluerosefox]

Supersons vs Ghost Gal (It started with Grandma's Kent Cookies)

Jon huffs as he tosses himself on his bed.

He didn't do it! He really didn't! At least not this time and yet he's in trouble for 'lying'!!!

Sure he liked to sneak pieces of whatever his grandmother would bake for dessert for the night, heck sometimes she sneakily let him, but he swears this time he didn't do it! And if he did he wouldn't had taken so many cookies! He may not be the sharpest but even he knew better than to take so many from the tray!

And yet no one believed him! His mom was so disappointed he wasn't 'owning up' to it that she banned dessert for him for like three days! He's totally innocent!

He frowned and began to wonder if it was Conner but remembered he was off world doing a reunion of YJ in space for the last few days.

But still someone had taken those cookies. And it wasn't him! Or grandpa, or his dad, he knew it wasn't his mom and his grandma loved feeding people over eating it for herself, it was her love language! And-

Jon's eyes widened and shot up when he realized something

Someone stole his grandma's cookies... without alerting him, the one with super-hearing!

And...

And no one believed he dint steal them or realized this either.

Oh... he... he needed help. And he knew just who might be able to help him.

-×-×-

FarmBoi2.0: Damian! I need your help!!!!!!ndjekeormekzndiekdkdprjwnaofnfl

TheHeir is typing....

-×-×-

Meanwhile, hidden not to far from the Kent's farm, hiding in a old tree house that had been built for a young Clark Kent, a girl roughly around Jon's age with white hair and glowing green eyes happily munched away on the cookies she had managed to snag for the night.

'I'll write a sorry note tomorrow. They smelt so freaking good and I haven't had chocolate chip cookies in ages' she thought as she stuffed another in her mouth.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Does Somebody Need A Hug?

Summary: Two gets a taste of his own tickle hug game.

(Don't know if anyone will get the title reference ❤️:) But I'm hoping you guys enjoy! ❤️:))

"Come on Two. It's just a huuug."

The eldest held out a hand as he continued backing away. "No ihits nohot!"

One grinned. "But yohou ahalwahays love giving mehe huhugs."

"Whihich ihis why you neheed to stahay ohover there!"

As One continued following the eldest around the room, Three poked his head out of one of the downstairs rooms. "What are you two up to?"

"Three! Two wohon't gihive me a huhug."

Two could feel the grin growing across Three's face. "Shut ihit yohou!"

"I wasn't saying anythihing."

The eldest used his other hand to point at his middle brother. "Yohou're thinking ihit!"

"Oh come on Dohos. Lohook ahat his little faaace. He's going to be soho sad if you don't give him a huuug."

As if on cue, One poked out his bottom lip and gave his best puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

Two felt his resolve crumble. He had a weak spot for those eyes.

And it wasn't helping that his annoying middle brother was grinning behind the youngest while also motioning to him.

"Fine." Two opened up his arms. "Get over here."

Immediately, One glued himself to the eldest. A small smile pulled up the corners of Two's mouth as he wrapped his arms around Peter One. He really needed a hug today.

"Aww." Three cooed followed by a click. "Aren't you two the most adorable thing ever?"

In true mature form, Two stuck his tongue out at the middle Peter and his phone. However, in true Peter Parker hug form, spidering fingers began to make their way up his back.

"No!" Two reached behind him in an effort to grab those hands. "Dohont yohou dahare!"

One giggled. "What's wrohong big brohother ohof mihine?"

Curse Spiderman's spider strength! Two thought as he squirmed. Of course, one good squeeze to the little stinker's side would have him free in no time.

"Your muscles ahare really tehense Two." One massaged a spot under Two's shoulder blade. "Mahaybehe yohou need aha massage."

The eldest shrieked. "NOHO!"

"Good job helping him destress Uhuno!" Three encouraged followed by another click. "Look how much he loves you!"

"SHUU---SHUUUHUHU---!"

"Hehe's speheeclehess," One teased.

Two buried his beet red face in One's shoulder as he felt those fingers creep further and further up.

"Aww, hehes hidihing."

A loud squeak slipped out and Two's shoulders turtled up to his ears. "JERK!"

"What was thahat?" One gently squeezed on the back of Two's neck. "Cohouldn't hehear you throhough my shouldeher."

The eldest snorted.

Another click came from Three. If Two wasn't positively melting he would have sent his other younger brother a glare. He wasn't embarrassed by the photos. He had a bunch of his own from tickle fights and other cute moments in the past.

It just made him so flustered!

Then One's fingers came in contact with his ears and he was a complete snorting puddle of hand flapping goo in his baby brother's arms.

"Ahaww." The little stinker used one hand to pinch his exposed cheek. "Sohomeohone's enjoyihing theheir ticklehels."

A snicker followed by another click came next.

If Two wasn't preoccupied, the middle brother would have a web to the face.

"Hey Twoooo!" One shifted closer.

"WHAHAT!"

The youngest began to whisper nonsense into his ear.

With a squeal, Two's knees buckled. He would have fallen to the ground if his bugger of a little brother wasn't holding him upright.

Then a third hand ruffled his hair. "Isn't he just thehe cutest?"

"Ahabsoloutelyhy adohorahable Threhee."

By now, the eldest's entire face was a solid mass of red and his hands were stimming like crazy. It was rare for the younger two to fluster him since he would normally retort back. He would have them red before they have a blush forming on his cheeks. Being an older brother had it perks.

Now here he was blushing into One's shoulder just like the younger two normally were into his.

With a truly devious smirk, the youngest then quickly blew a raspberry into Two's neck.

"NAAAAHAHA!" The eldest snorted. "OHONE!"

A stream of bubbly giggles followed. "Nohot ahas good ahas yohours thohough."

Only Peter 1 would find a way to compliment the oldest Peter while also tickling him to death.

While Two recovered from the attack, Three chuckled again. "Ihi thihink he needs aha break Unoho."

"Yehes! Plehease!"

The youngest helped him back onto his feet. "Okahay ohokay."

Two started rocking as he calmed. He also fake pouted at the youngest. "Yohoure soho mehehean."

"But we never gehet toho hear you lahaugh!" One twirled a curl around his finger. "Pluhus, you kinda looked lihike you needed a cuddly ticklehel."

Even though his flushed face had faded a bit, it immediately reflamed at One's observation. However, he couldn't wipe off the blush off his cheeks and the smile forming on his lips.

"He can be flustehered," Three teased while snapping another picture.

Two growled. "That's it!"

A moment later, both Peter 3 and Peter 1 were down on the floor.

"C'mere yohou twoho!" The eldest pinned them both side by side before digging into random tickle spots. "Now ihit's your turns! Ahand Ihim planning on taking myhy sweet time wihith you two adorable little brohos. Yes Ihi will! Yehes I will!"

Both flaming faces reminded him once again that there were perks to being the oldest brother. Even if he was the ticklee sometimes.

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Kdrama: The Heirs (2013)

The way he looks at her 😩 #shorts #kdrama #theheirs #leeminho #parkshinhye #kimwoobin #jealousy

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/XXAoWVG-nik

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Lee Minho 💕 #leeminho #이민호 #李敏镐 #イミンホ #minoz #minozDee #minozDeeTV #promiz #gongryong #askthestars #whenthestarsgossip #pachinko #kohhansu #thekingeternalmonarch #theking #legendofthebluesea #leegon #heojoonjae #kimdamryeong #theheirs #kimtan #personaltaste #boysoverflowers #gujunpyo #gangnam1970 #gangnamblues #gangnamblues1970 #kimjongdae #bountyhunters #leesan https://www.instagram.com/p/CqrwmavPBPK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[warsofasoiaf]

Addam marbrand is friend to Jamie Lannister. He's theheir to Ashemark and quite possibly a second cousin tothe Lannisters as well. He's a skilled commander andswordsman, known to be charming and handsome. From what we understand, he's of an age or close in age to early 30’s Jaime as well. While it's not out of the norm, why is that he's still unmarried?

Unfortunately, the answer is probably that it really doesn't matter to the overall plot. Whereas Edmure being unmarried is clearly due to the plot needing him to be unmarried to set up the Red Wedding, Addam Marbrand probably just doesn't have his family life mattering.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

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rachel   hilson   .   she/her.   cis   woman.   ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   destiny   chloe   harris   ,   most   likely   listening   to   put   your   records   on   by   mitt   romney   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-seven   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -airheaded   yet   +friendly   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you’ll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   bookshelves   full   of   unread   books,   notebooks   full   of   old   tickets   &   illegible   scrawl   ,   &   the   sound   of   stilettos   on   the   private   library   floor   ,   followed   by   louis   vuitton   symphony   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   the   ghostwriter   their   father   hired   to   write   their   book   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .

*˖ ⊹       basics        ☆ﾟ

name: destiny chloe harris

age: twenty-seven

pronouns: she/her

orientation: bisexual

place of birth: new york city, new york

occupation: author

zodiac sign: cancer

*˖ ⊹       bio        ☆ﾟ

destiny was born on a cheery summer morning to two happy, loving parents. their first and only child, both anthony and naomi harris were excited to welcome their daughter into the world. her parents were both theheirs to their own massive fortunes, and had used the money sitting in their trust funds to slowly build their small passion project, an independent publishing house, into a massive, international publishing empire, with authors from all over the globe under their belts.

destiny grew up roaming the halls of the publishing houses' main office, spending most of her childhood sitting in the massive, comfortable chairs in her father's office reading the literary journals that covered the shelves. with two doting parents, she was spoiled, offered just about anything she wanted. whether it was literary icons she wanted to meet or cities she wanted to explore, the world was her oyster. it was no wonder that she spent her childhood giving into every whim and chasing down every adventure that her literary heart wanted.

her parents appreciated the child-like whismy that destiny had, and did everything in their power to shield her from the world and let her hold onto it. this, in turn, caused her to be slightly sheltered from the world and it's potential cruelty. she was homeschooled, and with her parents being literary giants, set apart from the hollywood glamour, she was kept out of the limelight of the media. this was fine for destiny, who was happy to live inside her books, and follow those stories to their real-world counters.

as she got older, the stories that she had consumed for so much of her life began spilling out of her. she bought her first journal when she was fourteen, and to this day, she has a shelf of her personal library that's dedicated to the different journals she's collected over the years. it was no surprise that the daughter of cultured literary publishers wanted to become an author herself, and no wonder that her parents were happy to indulge her. her first literary novel came out when destiny was twenty-three.

naive and secluded, she was unaware of how cruel the literary community could be. her first book was torn to shreds by critics who were unhappy with her connections-- those who claimed that she only got published because she had connections in the industry, and that her novel ( albeit well written ) didn't deserve the hype or publicity it received. it didn't help that destiny herself didn't fit their ideal image of an ' author ' : she wasn't distinguished with a wide vocabulary ; she liked to wear bright shades of pink and blue and orange ; she liked to praise other authors rather than tear them down. the criticism was difficult to her to stomach. sensitive, she became obsessed with the idea of proving them wrong with her second novel.

unfortunately, that obsession, and the isolation that came with it, took the joy out of writing, and she became stuck with writer's block. still unable to tap into her creativity, she sits with a half-finished storyline and tons of unused potential.

*˖ ⊹       personality        ☆ﾟ

think about what an ' author ' looks like, and then think about the exact opposite. that's what destiny is like. she can be airheaded and ditzy, often losing track of her things or places she's going or what she's trying to do, and she's terrible with remembering names or putting them to faces. she's also clumsy. she is, however, stubborn, and a very hard worker, two things that she learned from her parents. most of the time she fails to notice tension in conversations because she sees the good in all people ( it's the romantic in her ) and it's kind of a willful ignorance on her part. she's one of those rich people that's sympathetic, but genuinely doesn't understand what others might be going through. ( " oh... you mean you don't go skiing every winter with your mom and dad ?" ) she also comes across as dense because of the way she talks, but she has a lot of knowledge swirling in her brain, especially in regards to literary criticism. " you know, i just totally think jane eyre was breaking the girl code. like why would you date a man that has his WIFE locked in the attic ? " type beat.

*˖ ⊹       potential connections        ☆ﾟ

tba !

[christianityoriginal]

*#theheir #sonofGod #gameofthrones* http://ChristianityOriginal.com/Christ One day as Jesus was teaching the people in the temple courts and proclaiming the good news, the chief priests and the teachers of the law, together with the elders, came up to him. “Tell us by what authority you are doing these things,” they said. “Who gave you this authority?” He went on to tell the people this parable: “A man planted a vineyard, rented it to some farmers and went away for a long time. At harvest time he sent a servant to the tenants so they would give him some of the fruit of the vineyard. But the tenants beat him and sent him away empty-handed. He sent another servant, but that one also they beat and treated shamefully and sent away empty-handed. He sent still a third, and they wounded him and threw him out. “Then the owner of the vineyard said, 'What shall I do? I will send my son, whom I love; perhaps they will respect him.' “But when the tenants saw him, they talked the matter over. 'This is the heir,' they said. 'Let's kill him, and the inheritance will be ours.' So they threw him out of the vineyard and killed him. “What then will the owner of the vineyard do to them? He will come and kill those tenants and give the vineyard to others.” When the people heard this, they said, “God forbid!” Jesus looked directly at them and asked, “Then what is the meaning of that which is written: “ 'The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone' ? Everyone who falls on that stone will be broken to pieces; anyone on whom it falls will be crushed.” The teachers of the law and the chief priests looked for a way to arrest him immediately, because they knew he had spoken this parable against them. Luke 20:1-2,9-19 https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=561114846046968&set=a.549191003906019&type=3