#The lady’s not for burning

[herbofgraceandpeace]

the thing I like about both love stories in “The Lady’s Not for Burning” is that they’re both about people who fall in love against their wills, but it’s because they have previously given in to despair. They’ve decided love (and life) isn’t for them for various reasons, and then the narrative says no actually!!! You will fall in love!! And you will live!! They are unexpectedly overpowered by GOOD

[muffinlance]

I'm barely to the massacre and I can already tell I'm going to be screaming at every this-makes-no-sense decision made by the writers (your temple is under violent attack, and you evacuate the kids... to a barely enclosed corner in a prominent temple room? Instead of to the hundreds of sky bison that were highlighted as flying in earlier? Why?) (And Aang left to clear his head and think instead of to run from his duties? That's such a less compelling plot arc?) (And the show had him briefly monologue about being a goofy kid who loves pies and his friends instead of using the extended temple scene to show any of that? Didn't want to pay more child actors, did you, Netflix?)

Yeah I'm just. Going to be screaming at the screen instead of enjoying this. Different decisions aren't necessarily bad, but when those decisions seem to be in the direction of "show a man burning alive before we even get to the on-screen massacre" this is just... not the show for me.

[zoe-oneesama]

Things heating up in the Agreste Mansion!

Episode 46 Part 6

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[puffywiz]

"Anuhe."

Some divine highness au... for a treat.

[adamkdexter]

They MUST have straight up directed Larry Linville to channel a ferret because it's UNCANNY how accurate the insult is.

[columboscreens]

[crazycatsiren]

"But what is your purpose as a woman if not to be a mother and raise children?"

To be a complete royal headache for people like you, dum-dum.

[lionofchaeronea]

The Beguiling of Merlin, Edward Burne-Jones, 1874

[doodlesnoff]

Hi guys, I’m getting pretty desperate over on insta. Friends of my friends are trying to flee Gaza, and as many commissions as I get for other funds, very few have donated to the gofundmes directly. I’d really appreciate it if folks can share this and contribute if you can. This link tree has the gofundmes. If you contribute any amount ill draw you anything. If you’re American this is not a substitute for protesting our government to stop funding genocide so nobody has to flee their homes.

[lavenderfairiez]

valgrace reunion since rick robbed us

idk who told you Jason died, but I have proof he’s alive: see, here he is reuniting with Leo at the end of the burning maze after Jason DIDN’T die! Remember that part in tbm where Leo’s like “where’s Jason.” And then Jason comes running around the corner and hugs him? I certainly do.

[miss-positive-negative]

JANEFORD YOU HAVE BEWITCHED ME BODY AND SOUL, AND I LOVE, I LOVE, I LOVE YOU

[herbofgraceandpeace]

This is a good example of why I love this play—aside from the beauty of the language and the mind-expanding metaphors, I love, love, love its articulation of the search for meaning in life! And the fear that there is none!

I love Hamlet for the same reason and Ecclesiastes too and The Wasteland! They all speak to that deep-rooted need to articulate that the world MUST have meaning and order and justice and goodness, because if none of those things can be found then life isn’t worth living at all. And this truth can be expressed in the form of despair at the absence of those things in the world, at the seeming futility of the search for meaning, and still be valuable and beautiful and TRUE!

The wise and the fool both die. April is the cruelest month. How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable / seem to me all the uses of this world.

There’s something so beautiful and so comforting to me about admitting that this is world is broken to its core. That things are not as they should be. Because we all know it deep down, and we have to admit it before anything can be done about it. We have to admit that we are the problem, that the whole world is the problem, before a solution can be glimpsed.

And that’s the salvific moment: the glimpse of the solution, the realization that something outside of this world, something exempt from the brokenness MUST save us.

That’s the golden, life-bringing truth—in the fullness of time, one egg that hatched DID bring the Reason for it all into the hoping, suffering, waiting world. The Creator, Love Himself, entered the world to renew and redeem and resurrect and make everything very good once again. Only perfect Love, separate (holy) and thus exempt from the brokenness could restore the world, by entering into it and taking all of the wrong into Himself, where none of it could be a match for Meaning itself.

Jesus Christ was the cuckoo in Mary and Joseph’s family, the One not like the others, but instead of being there to kill the children He was there to be killed for their sakes’ so that they might have life, and life abundantly.

Joy to the world, Spring has come at last.

[recsspecs]

Anthony going from a man with apathy to drowning in emotions is the kind of leap I want in my reality. 0-100 super quick

[jessie-lou]

If you haven't seen this yet... see it now

[arcanegifs]

cmon you guys stop it with the garen hate smh his lines with Kat in LOR are so fucking funny ksdjfksdjfksdjfks

If you really want more lesbiabs in League you can also watch/read Leona and Diana!!!!!!!

DOOMED YURI SAVE US ALL

[honeycollectswhump]

Porcelain Cracks

[masterlist]

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, physical harm

Something is off today. Ashtray can feel it in his bones —not that it’s his purpose to make a judgement about the situation. He is only supposed to please his Mistress. 

Kneeling next to her, his golden collar connected to a leash held loosely in her hand. It’s picturesque, her beautifully manicured fingers tapping against the shining metal in something he can only hope is not annoyance.

There is no visitor today, a surprise given the collar, but he is still on his best behaviour. Mistress is only watching the TV, decorated in a golden antique frame to be hidden at will. Only his beloved Mistress could come up with such a perfect concept, combining her intricate style with the comfort of modern invention. He hopes her servants appreciate the design when they clean it. 

Mistress doesn’t seem to care much for it today though, just instead making a sound he’d never dare compare to a growl. Nevertheless, it makes him shiver. He can’t seem to stop, ever since she marked her own artwork —rightfully so!—, but he does his best to keep them under control. Barely visible to the eye, only noticeable when he is touched. 

And nowadays he rarely is.

Suddenly, she tucks at the chain, beckoning him closer. She blows her smoke into his face, drowning him out in the cloud, his eyes stinging. Finally, something familiar.

Instead of extinguishing her still-lit cigarette, she pushes his chin with a single, slender finger until he leans back, the posture tugging at his many scars.

As gracefully as possible, almost sensually, Ashtray lets his head fall back too, light blond hair spilling over his face, getting caught in his long eyelashes, his eyes closed. 

Suddenly, her nails trace the letters over his heart and they are sharp almost like—

like knives. 

Sharp, honed, new blades, with the single purpose of splitting Ashtray’s flesh with ease. 

Prolonged cutting he doesn’t dare call cruel, white lighting and red rivers. 

He is right there. All over again. 

It’s like his body reacts before he can, caught in a memory he should be grateful for if he wasn’t somehow broken.

The body flinches back, from his Mistress's holy touch.

For a moment, everything is silent. 

Ashtray stares at the ceiling, a horrible feeling of knowing washing over him. Whatever his Mistress did, rightfully, he never flinched. 

In the next second, his head snaps to the side, the loud bang of his Mistress slapping him echoing through the room.

Mistress is screaming at him, for the first time. He has never failed her before, not like this. And he can’t even comprehend her words. 

Whatever she is telling him is lost to his mind that he never quite understood. He only knows he is inferior in a way even an ashtray shouldn’t be, and he can do nothing to remedy that.

Tears pool in his eyes, as the servants drag him away from his still-shouting Mistress. When did he get so useless? 

When did his beautiful porcelain conditioning crack?

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