au: ruby is a warrior in queen snow’s army; belle is a princess in a neighboring kingdom.
she could never sleep when ruby was away.
it took the sudden absence for her to realize just how much she’d grown used to a warm body next to her at night, longer legs tangling with hers, a steady breath on her neck.
but the call had come, as it always did, and ruby was loyal - to her queen, to her cause, to the armor she donned and the blade she swung. no matter what she told her at night (“i’m yours, only yours”), she was gone in the morning.
belle was no queen, not yet, perhaps not ever - but if only she were, if she were ruby’s queen, she’d forbid her from ever leaving her side.
when kai fagerström happened upon an old cottage in rural suomusjärvi, finland, abandoned decades ago, he began to document its new residents.
there were badger cubs born under the floorboards, who now used the fireplace as an entrance. there was a raccoon dog pup who would drop in every night at the same time. there was a pygmy owl who would try to catch the home’s voles. there were red squirrels who had built their dreys inside the house. and there was a fox pup, seen peeking out from a cat door, that had taken up in the dilapidated shed.
"there’s consolation in the idea that nature is reclaiming the places it has lent to people," he says, adding that when he enters the house “it’s like stepping back in time. the past lingers in the corners.” it’s not just the animals that interest him, but the people no longer there. “who were they? what was their daily life like?” he asks.
to get his shots of these human wary animals, fagerström typically envisions an image first and then plans it out. he’ll set his camera at the perfect angle, throw out peanuts as bait, and wait patiently for wildlife to wander into the picture frame. “sometimes you get lucky, but often it takes all night,” he says. “every so often a shot is pure happenstance.”
What is it with reporters? You take one person’s tragedy and force the world to experience it… spread it like sickness.
You will never be as cool as this woman.
Eagle hunter Makpal Abdrazakova
blood was its avatar and its seal » the masque of the red death
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Game of Thrones AU | The Night’s Watch as a SisterhoodI pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
Adam And Dog
The oscar nominated short film by Minkyu Lee.
“The Disney animator (“Wreck-It Ralph”) made the exquisite hand-drawn work independently and out of his own pocket for about $25,000. It’s an artful riff on the Genesis story with Adam discovering the friendly canine companion in the Garden of Eden and complicating his relationship with Eve.”
game of thrones meme: eight friendships or otps [6/8] → Daenerys Targaryen & Jon Snow
She sees him across the blood and smoke of a battlefield, his sword drawn, his face pale with regret. His sword is red with death and his skin shimmers with sweat, like the glimmer of rare metal. The battle is almost won as it is, her men swarming like locusts over the few survivors from the other side. “Not him,” she says. Her word spreads throughout her army and the word of the khaleesi is law. He is not to be harmed. (x)
In the years 1965 - 1967, Disneyland employed women dressed as mermaids to inhabit the lagoon for the Submarine Voyage ride. If you were lucky, you could glimpse them swimming through the portholes of the submarine as you were submerged underwater.
always reblogging this because I wish omg
honestly, i can’t think of a better job- you’d always look forward to working, wow
ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | ANTONIA THOMAS as HELEN OF TROY, the spartan queen who defied the kingdom of her father, who eloped with the prince of troy, whose decision leveled a city and launched the greatest war in legend.
She had been the prize of men her whole life, sullied by men, caged by men, given, given, always given. Helen of Sparta was a queen who was beholden to the basest peasantry; Helen of Troy shall be a goddess on earth. Choice, choice, she chants as she boards the ship with the bright eyed youth. Let them come, she thinks, and smiles. Let them come for their queen; let them come for their idol and their star, let them come for the mirage of a woman perfect beyond measure. Let them break their spears on the walls of Troy, let them break their spines beneath Trojan swords. You made me into a goddess, she thinks. And a goddess demands blood.
(did it hurt? when you clawed your way up from the depths of hell?)