aaryastaarks:

SAI BENNETT as MARY ROSE TUDOR in THE SPANISH PRINCESS 2x04, THE OTHER WOMAN.

semjase:

Stars


Her blue eyes gleams like stars,

seems like a wonderful everflowing

of ocean glistening in warm summer

days that were filled with euphoria.


Heart like the bouncing moonbeams,

and golden light blonde hair that

ever glows in the sun rays, and yet

waving like graceful oceanic waves.


Her pale white skin gleams and glow,

how magnificent for she was made up

of stars, finding their way back up

to the multidimensional universe.


She wasn’t sent to be admired, but

was here to bring light and teaches

love into the entirety of a human

spirit, thus making her connected.


With stars that didn’t know races,

as ancient as the universal laws,

she knew somehow that were all

connected towards one another.


It didn’t take long after she had

aligned herself with the beautiful

constellations, and through that

she found what she’s capable of.


Semjase 10: 19 / 10-21-20

spaceshipkat:

He leaned over to grasp my hand. His completely enfolded mine and he shook it up and down enthusiastically enough to make my teeth rattle. “Ah, Fantastico! How propitious! Welcome to the Circus Maurizio! We are a little, how you say, short-handed, and need some assistenza while we are in your magnifica città, eh? Splendido to have you! Let us get a started immediatamente.”

my stomach hurts

cortland:

blog-warming celebration: @maiastamarin asked winter
                                            ↳ The Wolves of Mercy Falls by Maggie Stiefvater

The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.

zenathered:

Thank you.

squinoas:

ITS ALREADY BEEN FOUR YEARS NOW.

killingevegifs:

I thought killing wasn’t really your thing at the moment.

id-have-babies-with-hades:

Ok so, I LOOOOOOOVEED how after their kiss their physical language quickly evolved. Like, they became much more bold with touching each other. And it’s just so full of affection and it feels so natural. I mean, just look at them

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nazyalensky:

The girl touched the collar at her neck, the fetter at her wrist. So many men had tried to make her a queen. Now she understood that she was meant for something more. The Darkling had told her he was destined to rule. He had claimed his throne, and a part of her too. He was welcome to it.

For the living and the dead, she would make herself a r e c k o n i n g.

She would r i s e.

thejaebeom:

@booksociety’s All Things Victorian event
“Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle!”  
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland