Prince Gumball’s path to the throne was brutal. Fionna wasn’t around during the Sugar Wars; Gumball distracts her by acting super bland and wearing disco pants.
Marshall Lee knows the truth, but as Chaotic Neutral, he just can’t bring himself to give a shit.
ETA: Nhyworks just gave me the amazing pun ‘Game of Scones.’ Brb dying ok.
YOU FINALLY FINISHED IT COT! YOU AMAZING BEAUTIFUL CREATURE YOU. Sugar wars hehehehehe
If I Left You a Voicemail, This Would Be It (Shinji Moon)
Brienne, I have taken many wellborn ladies into my service over the years, but never one like you.
(Source: catelyn-tully)
(Source: lilydrawsart)
30 favourite characters (in no particular order) » 5. Shae
My mother called me Shae, men call me… often.
You can love your abuser. Your abuser can love you. That does not do anything to excuse their abuse nor make you any less of a victim.
My mother is “only” intermittently verbally abusive towards me, but she’s been abusive enough that it’s had a lasting effect on me. I know she cares and worries about me, even if her methods of “helping” often end up making me feel worse. When she’s in a good mood, I enjoy spending time with her and occasionally look to her for advice. However, I know my relationship with her (and the rest of my family) isn’t healthy and has been hurting me for years. I love my mom, she loves me. That doesn’t change the fact that her actions were abusive nor that my pain is very much valid.
I needed this.
More people need to understand this. Including my abuser (my mom).
Billy, age 4 (via bambi-no)
(Source: bruisebouquet)
fantine greets eponine in the afterlife
“then you do not hate me?” eponine asks, confused and no less sad than before. the woman has been so kind to her. “after what i did? when we were children, i was cruel to the lark… and then when i found her again… i tried to… well, i…”
fantine smiles kindly, turning to eponine and cupping her face. ”we all make foolish mistakes as children, and when we are older do no less wild things to protect love and find happiness.” she kisses eponine’s brow before leaning away. “come in from the rain. come into the light.”
eponine takes her hand and follows, leaving the shadows behind her. a gust of air blows over her, drying and warming her at once. fantine does not drop her hand all the while, but continues to lead her on through the paradise.
“and i know when my daughter joins us,” fantine speaks, “someday in a long while, that she will bear her cheek to you so that you may kiss it, and the pair of you will live in peace as sisters forevermore from then. i promise you; just like that it is all forgiven.”
tears prickle eponine’s eyes, but no longer from sorrow. her chest swells with so much joy that she is certain she will simply burst.
“like sisters?” she asks slowly. ”then might you be like my mother? might i have a mother again? one who will brush my hair and sing sweet songs and love me very much?”
fantine smiles back at her. ”i should very much like to have another daughter i can love.”
