i am going to try to sleep, and when i wake up i would like to find myself in a) mirkwood; b) villa diodati during the (non-) summer of 1816; c) first-century judea; or d) late victorian london. someone please make this happen thank you in advance
sometimes i think about how i can’t wait until i’m able to become a nasty bitter unsociable writer and then i realize that i already am; the thing i am looking forward to is being a famous nasty bitter unsociable writer
forgive and forget?? haha no resent and remember
Royalty Meme ♛ [2/5] Royal Siblings
↳ Mary and Elizabeth Tudor
Mary Tudor was the only surviving child of Henry VIII of England and his first wife, Queen Catherine of Aragon. In childhood, she was beloved by both her parents. Her father boasted that she was his “pearl of the world.” She was sent to live at Ludlow Castle in Wales at age nine. Her parents’ marriage began to crumble, and though Catherine fought for Mary’s rights, the young princess was ultimately declared illegitimate. She was no longer permitted to see her mother, who had also been sent away from court.
Meanwhile, Henry’s second wife Anne Boleyn gave birth to a baby girl—rather than the longed-for son—in 1533. The infant was named Elizabeth after her grandmother and was promptly sent to live in the country house of Hatfield. The king ordered his older daughter Mary to serve in Elizabeth’s new household, which she resented, though she seems to have grown to love her baby sister. When the new princess was only two, Anne was accused of treason and executed. Her young daughter was left as the “Lady Elizabeth”—like Mary, she had become a motherless bastard.
Both Mary and Elizabeth were precocious, attractive young women. While Elizabeth was a young girl, they may even have remained friends. Elizabeth rode into London alongside Mary before the latter’s coronation. Their stark religious differences, however—perhaps exacerbated by Mary’s intense resentment of Elizabeth’s mother—ultimately undermined their relationship. Following rumors that dissatisfied Protestant nobles planned to replace Mary with her younger sister, Elizabeth was imprisoned in the Tower; she was later released and placed under house arrest. However, Mary named Elizabeth as her heir shortly before her death 1558, and on 17 November, Elizabeth became the Queen of England.
Mary’s brief, unsuccessful reign—including an unpopular foreign marriage, military defeats, and the persecution of Protestants—left her with the posthumous epithet “Bloody Mary.” Her sister, who reigned for nearly forty-five years, is still remembered as “Good Queen Bess,” “Gloriana,” and the “Virgin Queen.” Both women, however, led tragic and lonely early lives. Both were intelligent and devout, and both cherished the memories of the ill-fated mothers who had fought to protect them for the rest of their lives. They were buried together in Westminster Abbey, where the inscription reads: “Consorts in realm and tomb, here we sleep, Elizabeth and Mary, sisters, in hope of resurrection.”
I REALLY LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS
Do not find homes in people. Do not settle in someone’s else’s skin for the way they make you feel. Plant your roots next to theirs and watch each other grow. Do not fall in love with temporary places.
FAVE DISNEY CHARACTERS : ONE KING : EMPEROR KUZCO
Will you take a look at that? Pretty pathetic, huh? Well, you’ll never believe this, but that llama you’re looking at was once a human being. And not just any human being. That guy was an emperor. A rich, powerful ball of charisma. Oh, yeah! This is his story. Well, actually, my story. That’s right… I’m that llama. The name is Kuzco… Emperor Kuzco. I was the world’s nicest guy and they ruined my life for no reason. Oh, is that hard to believe? Look, I’ll tell you what. You go back a ways, you know, before I was a llama, and this will all make sense.
Bafta rising stars party, hosted by Orange and Esquire at The Savoy Hotel on February 7, 2012 in London, England
And so they come back, those girls who painted
the watch dials luminous and died.
They come back and their hands glow and their lips
and hair and their footprints gleam in the past like alien snow.
It was as if what shone in them once had broken free
and burned through the cotton of their lives.
And I want to know this: how they came to believe
that something so beautiful could ever have turned out right,
but though they open their mouths to answer me,
all I can hear is light.