Yknow what. I’m just gonna say it.

It’s about time we have a fictional princess who actually enjoys being a princess.

She enjoys the politics. She enjoys the diplomacy. And she enjoys the balls and banquets and attention and pretty dresses and that doesn’t make her a dumb shallow bimbo or some regressive anti feminist handmaid or whatever the kids say these days about women who don’t fall in line with their Strong Female Character power fantasies.

All the princesses urging for ‘something more’ that’s all fine and good but I’m ready to see a princess who appreciates that being a princess is already a lot!

Honestly I’m also down with a princess who understands that not getting to, like, freely pick your husband is part of the deal. You get to eat essentially as much as you like, are filthy rich, and, even if you live in a male-line-only type of monarchy, you have the ear of the ruler of the country, who’s either your father or your husband. Your literally one of the top five most powerful people in the nation in any constellation. The only people who officially outrank you are your parents - who will die eventually - your husband, and possibly the equivalent of the pope. Have some bloody gratitude, you know?

Also your proposal would make for a dope story because doing politics and diplomacy was what being a noble lady was all about, and the “ugh I have to dress up pretty for the male nobles who are slobbering all over my hand when greeting me and no one takes me seriously because I’m a woman” was, like, never true in at the very least European monarchies. Not sure about other countries. I know the Chinese Empress and Mother of the Emperor were a huge deal, at least, but that might have just been those two, not noble women in general.

Exactly. Like surely there were some princesses under very oppressive circumstances but the vast majority had access to some of the best education available at the time, weren’t dying of starvation or cold, wearing the best crafted garments available, and yeah had a lot more influence than people today give them credit for.

Princess: "Oh I wish I was born a commoner so I could do as I please and marry for love."

Peasant girls who can't do either:

Make this a 40k post then, I’m not a coward

stop hiding gold in the tags, people

#a dark lord comes along to demand her as his bride or else he'll lay waste to her kingdom and she's just like #who is this idiot out here saying the quiet part out loud? has he heard of this quaint little idea called 'marriage negotiations'? #if he'd asked nicely there's a chance he might've gotten what he wanted but now if my father accepts he'll look weak #it's a shame. i look great in black and red. plus he looks dumb enough to manipulate easily #but unfortunately he's just too stupid to rule a country #and then she ends up marrying a *different* dark lord -- one with manners -- and their combined armies squish the first dark lord into paste

Im-

I would simply quit my job

Me every time an executive order is signed:

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Justice League (2017) dir. Zack Snyder

Perception

1/1 - 1,803 words - Rated G - Read it on AO3

Inspired by the AMAZING manip I received yesterday from @winterbythesea

On a sticky, hot summer night, the breeze welcoming and honeysuckle-scented, Emma Swan stood upon the balcony of her uncle Leopold’s new home. The music of a string quartet wafted from the stuffy ballroom behind her. A jaunty dance had just concluded, and the high-society crowd was busy with their polite applause and formal conversation. Not a single person inside, it seemed, was concerned with the young woman on the terrace.

She looked down into the gardens below, with the carefully-manicured topiaries flanking a trickling fountain. The water glistened below the starry night sky. Emma allowed her hip to rest against the railing and released a long breath.

From almost directly below the balcony, there was a soft hissing sound. Emma blinked and leaned a bit farther over the edge, her white-gloved hands gripping the marble cautiously.

“Hello?” She whispered, glancing around what seemed to be a completely abandoned garden.

“Hello,” came a reply, followed by a gentle rustling of the bushes. A young man stepped slowly out of the shrubbery and smiled up at her.

Emma’s breath caught in her chest. He was a handsome young man, to be sure. But his mere presence surprised her. Flummoxed, she cleared her throat. It was not within her recollection that she had ever been introduced to this particular gentleman. However, seeing as no one was around to witness their interaction, she dared to offer a polite smile and whispered down to him, directly this time.

“What are you doing down there?” She inquired, leaning down to get a better look at him. As he moved into the direct beam of moonlight below, she caught sight of his bright blue eyes and stubbled jaw.

The young man licked his lips slowly and smirked, “I saw a beautiful maiden upon the balcony and could not miss my opportunity to play the Romeo to her Juliet,” he gestured up toward her, a sparkle in his eye.

“Romeo, Romeo,” she scolded him playfully, rolling her eyes and smiling against her better judgment. “Or rather…what is your name, Romeo?”

“Killian Edward Fitzwilliam Jones, at your service, fair Juliet,” he bowed low, sweeping the gloved fingers of his left hand against the neatly-trimmed blades of grass below.

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