#cobtraste

[ruedamix]

Parte de una de mis #exposiciones en el Castillo de Chipiona con luz natural. #exposición #exibition #castillodechipiona #art #arte #oleos #oilpaintings #colorful #popsurrealism #surrealismopop #abstractart #abstract #arteabstracto #color #contrast #luznatural #cobtraste #chipiona #chipionanatural #artcollector #artecontemporaneo #contemporaryart #cadiz #artistsoninstagram #artistscommunity #antoniorueda (en Castillo de Chipiona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoHeluojOdS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tisezra]

Day 15 - Spotlight

[noir-ish-bee]

I'm screaming at those new FNFHS designs LOOK AT HEX LOOK AT SKID AND PUMP LOOK AT GF AAAAAAAA

YESSS I KNOW RIGHT

ALSO I LOOOVE HOW SENPAIS ANIME STYLE REALLY COBTRASTS WITH EVERYONE ELSE

AND EVERYONE LOOKS SO CUTE TOO 💥💥

[no-me-hagas-caso]

Una de por ahí #photography #photo #fotografia #foto #cobtraste #contrast #urbanphotography (en Santiago De Surco, Lima, Peru) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7ZgdB1hpjp/?igshid=dc6rjc5bfilh

[ssfoc]

...."not in contact"....

Their teams are in contact, I’m pretty sure. Both in the sense of Matt Vines following Jeff Azoff/ coordinated promo, being seen on the same days, Italy, etc. And in the sense of Sony’s overseeing both careers, hey-let’s-get-Harry-seen-with-Rob-Stringer-right-when-Louis-was-supposed-to-perform-his-lead-single-never-mind-his-sister’s-death-two-days-prior.

Yes, it was crass and heartless. Yes, HL may not have had much say about it. This is Sony Music, after all; it’s not about being compassionate, is it? Even if Harry and Louis aren’t even friends, they were bandmates, and are under the same parent label. Sony has preferences. Was it a good time to hammer this in?

[bakhsoliani2511]

#tbilisijungle #tbilisi #art #cobtrast #georgia #artfair #photigraphy #urban (at Tbilisi, Georgia)

[penny-nichols]

I think Will Powers should get reading glasses, specifically a tiny little Pince-nez in cobtrast to his very large... everything

[pamoros]

Another #picture from #malham last #weekend... that is a huuuuge shaped #cliff formation of #limestone #rock! With #amazing #views from the top! #canon #bnw_one #bnwlife #bnw_country #bnw_of_our_world #cobtrast #tree #clouds #Yorkshire #dales

[irritatinglytidsoptimist]

So i have 3 nieces. From one of mg brothers.

And i've been there for most of their growing up stage in life, til now. And i kinda have instill in the them the same fairness that i have wished i experience with my 2 older brothers.

I've made it my goal not to let them be like me. Sulking and keeping their grievances to the somehow unfair treatment that i have experienced in cobtrast with my brothers.

So i keep the balance between them three. Tho i often lean more favoritism to their youngest sister. Bunso din ako iihhhh. Hahaha

Ang saya lang mang threaten sakanila having the upperhand of age, so they respect me. And nagagamit ko na sakanila yung technique ng matatanda na bibilangan yung younger ones to follow my orsers. 😂😂😂

[morteem]

@bleep3

"Hyde,if it was a no, I would've clearly said it."

The young male couldn't hide his blush on his face that was going up to his ears,cobtrasting with the deep blue of his eyes. "Of course I'm okay with it. But uh..be careful,I'm still a bit sore."

[birdiepaws]

the start cobtrast of going from “boom boom boom” to misery meat is so sharp i thought it paused

nope boom boom boom just cuts off abruptly and misery meat fades in :)))

[besthennaworldwide-blog]

Stunning henna stain by @henna_amelia I like the fact that the henna is half removed! It makes a beautiful cobtrast between the skin, the stain and the paste!

[iwasborneveryday]

A sword may not last very long, but the warrior of light must. That is why he never allows himself to be deceived by his own abilities and this avoids being taken by surprise. He gives each thing the value it deserves. Often, when the warrior is pondering grave matters, the devil whispers in his ears: ‘Don’t worry about that, it is not important’. At others, when he is faved by banalities, the devils says to him: ‘You should puor all your energies into resolving this situation’. The warrior does not listen to what the devil is telling him; he is the master of his sword. • • • Una spada può durare poco. Ma il guerriero della luce deve durare a lungo. Perciò non si lascia ingannare dalle proprie capacità ed evita di farsi cogliere di sorpresa. A ogni cosa dà il valore che merita. Alcune volte, di fronte a gravi problemi, il demonio gli sussurra all’orecchio: ‘Non preoccuparti, non è una cosa seria’. Altre volte, di fronte a cose banali, il demonio gli dice: ‘Hai bisogno di concentrare tutte le tue energie per risolvere questa situazione’. Il guerriero non ascolta ciò che dice il demonio: egli è maestro della sua spada.

A warrior of light is always vigilant. He does not ask anyone else for permission to wield his sword; he simply takes it in his hands. Nor does he waste time explaining his actions; faithful to God’s decisions, he gives his answer in what he does. He looks to either side of him and identifies his friends. He looks behind him and identifies his opponents. He is implacable with treachery, but he does not seek revenge; he merely drives away the enemies of his life, never fighting with them any longer than necessary. A warrior does not try to seem, he is. • • • Un guerriero della luce è sempre vigile. Non chiede il permesso ad altri per impugnare la propria spada, semplicemente la prende fra le mani. Né perde tempo a spiegare i suoi gesti: fedele alle decisioni di Dio, egli risponde di ciò che fa. Si guarda accanto e individua gli amici. Scruta dietro di sé e identifica gli avversari. È implacabile con il tradimento, ma non si vendica. Si limita ad allontanare i nemici dalla propria vita, senza lottare contro di loro oltre il tempo necessario. Un guerriero non tenta di sembrare. Egli è.

A warrior does not keep company with those who wish to harm him. Nor he is seen in the company of those who wants to ‘console’ him. He avoids anyone who is only by his side in the event of a defeat: these false friends want to prove that weakness is rewarded. They always bring him bad news. They always try to destroy the warrior’s confidence, all under the cloak of ‘solidarity’. When they see him wounded, they dissolve in tears, but, in their heart of hearts, they are happy because the warrior has lost a battle. They do not understand that this is part of the fight. The true companions of a warrior are beside him always, during the difficult times and the easy times. • • • Un guerriero non si accompagna a chi vuole fargli del male. Ne tanto meno viene visto in compagnia di coloro che desiderano ‘consolarlo’. Evita chi gli sta accanto solo in caso di sconfitta: questi falsi amici vogliono dimostrare che la debolezza ricompensa. Portano sempre cattive notizie. Tentano sempre di distruggere la fiducia del guerriero, sotto il mantello della ‘solidarietà’. Quando lo vedono ferito, si sciolgono in lacrime, ma in fondo al cuore sono contenti perché il guerriero ha perduto la battaglia. Non capiscono che questo fa parte del combattimento. I veri compagni di un guerriero sono sempre al suo fianco, nei momenti difficili e in quelli favorevoli.

At the beginning of his struggle, the warrior of light stated: ‘I have dreams’. After some years, he realises that it is actually possible to reach his goal; he knows that he will be rewarded. At that moment, he feels sad. He knows about other people’sunhappiness, about the loneliness and frustration experienced by a large section of humanity, and he does not believe that he deserves what he is about to receive. His angel whispers: ‘Give it all up’. The warrior kneels down and offers God his conquests. The act of surrender offers the warrior to stop asking foolish questions and helps him to overcome his feelings of guilt. • • • All’inizio della sua lotta, il guerriero della luce ha dichiarato: ‘Io ho dei sogni’. Dopo alcuni anni, capisce che è possibile arrivare dove vuole, sa che verrà ricompensato. In quel momento diviene triste. Conosce l’infelicità altrui, la solitudine, le frustrazioni che accompagnano gran parte dell’umanità, e pensa di non meritare ciò che sta per ricevere. Il suo angelo sussurra: ‘Consegna tutto’. Il guerriero si inginocchia e offre a Dio le sue conquiste. L’Offerta costringe il guerriero a smettere di fare domande sciocche, e lo aiuta a vincere la colpa.

The warrior of light has the sword in his hands. He is the one who decides what he will do and what he will never do. There are moments when life leads him into a crisis; he is separated from things he has always loved; it is then that the warrior reflects. He checks that he is fulfilling God’s will or he is merely acting selfishly. If this separation is really part of his path, then he accepts without complaint. If, however, such a separation was provoked by someone else’s perverse actions, then hebis implacable in his response. The warrior possesses both force and forgiveness. He can use both with equal skill. • • • La spada del guerriero è nelle sue mani. È lui che decide ciò che farà e ciò che non farà mai, in nessuna circostanza. Ci sono momenti in cui la vita lo conduce verso una crisi: è costretto a separarsi da cose che ha sempre amato; allora il guerriero riflette. Considera se stia compiendo la volontà di dio, o se agisca per egoismo. Qualora la separazione sia comunque sul suo cammino, ebbene egli la accetta senza protestare. Se, invece, la separazione è provocata dalla perversità altrui, la sua risposta risulta implacabile. Il guerriero possiede il colpo e il perdono. Sa usarli entrambi con la stessa abilità.

The warrior of light never falls into the trap ofbthat word ‘freedom’. When his people are oppressed, freedom is a very clear concept. At such times, using sword and shield, he fights as lobg as he has breath and life. When cobtrasted with oppression, freedom is easy to understand: it is the opposite of slavery. But sometimes the warrior hears older people saying: ‘When I stop working, I will be free’. A year later, those same people are complaining: ‘Life is all boring routine’. In this case, freedom is difficult to understand: it means absence of meaning. A warrior of light is always commited. He is the slave of his dream and free to act. • • • Il guerriero della luce non cade nella trappola della parola ‘libertà’. Quando il suo popolo è oppresso, la libertà è un concetto molto chiaro. In quei momenti, usando la spada e lo scudo, lotta fino allo stremo, o fino a perdere la vita. Dinnanzi all’oppressione, la libertà è facilmente comprensibile: è l’opposto della schiavitù. Ma, a volte, il guerriero sente gli anziani dire: ‘Quando smetterò di lavorare, sarò libero’. Poi, dopo un anno, i vecchi si lamentano: ‘La vita è solo noia e routine’. In questo caso, la libertà è difficile da comprendere: significa mancanza di significato. Un guerriero della luce è sempre impegnato. È schiavo del proprio sogno e libero nei propri passi.

A warrior of light is not constantly repeating the same struggle, especially when there are neither advances or retreats. If a battle is not progressing, he knows that he must sit down with the enemy and negotiate a truce; they have both practiced the art of the sword, now they need to understand each other. This is a dignified gesture, not a cowardly one. It is a balance of forces and a change of strategy. Once the peace plans ave been drawn up, the warriors return to their houses. They do not need to prove anything to anyone. They fought the Good Fight and kept the faith. Each one gave a little, thus learning the art of negotiation. • • • Un guerriero della luce non ripete sempre la stessa lotta: soprattutto quando nota di non andare né avanti, né indietro. Se il combattimento non progredisce, comprende che è necessario sedersi con il nemico e discutere una tregua: hanno praticato entrambi l’arte della spada, e adesso hanno bisogno di capirsi. È un gesto di dignità, non di vigliaccheria. È un equilibrio di forze e un cambiamento di strategia. Delineati i piani di pace, i guerrieri tornano a casa. Non hanno bisogno di dimostrare niente a nessuno. Si sono scontrati nel Buon Combattimento e hanno mantenuto la fede. Ciascuno ha ceduto un po’, apprendendo così l’arte del negoziato.

The friends of the warrior of light ask him where he draws his energy from. He says: ‘From the hidden enemy’. His friends ask who that is. The warrior responds: ‘Someone we can no longer hurt’. It might be a boy who beat him in a childhood scrap, the girlfriend who left him when he was eleven, the teacher who said he was stupid. When he is tired, the warrior reminds himself that these enemies have still not seen his courage. He does not consider revenge, because the hidden enemy is no longer part of his story. He thinks only of improving his skill so that his deeds will be known throughout the world and reach the earsof those who have hurt him in the past. Yesterday’s pain is the warrior of light’s strength. • • • Gli amici del guerriero della luce gli domandano da dove provenga la sua energia. Egli risponde: ‘Dal nemico occulto’. Gli amici gli chiedono chi sia. Il guerriero dice: ‘Qualcuno che non possiamo ferire’. Può essere un bambino che lo ha sconfitto durante un litigio nell’infanzia, l’innamorata che lo ha lasciato a undici anni, l’insegnante che lo chiamava ‘asino’. Quando è stanco, il guerriero si ricorda di non avere ancora visto il suo coraggio. Egli non pensa alla vendetta, perché il nemico occulto non appartiene più alla sua storia. Pensa soltanto a migliorare la propria abilità, affinché la fama delle sue imprese faccia il giro del mondo e giunga alle orecchie di chi lo ha addolorato in passato. Il dolore di ieri è la forza del guerriero della luce.

A warrior of light always has a second chance in life. Like all other men and women, he was not born knowing how to use a sword; he made many mistakes before he discovered his Personal Legend. No warrior can sit down by the fire and tell the others: ‘I always did the right thing’. Anyone who says this is lying and has not learned to know himself yet. The true warrior of light has committed injustices in the past. But as he proceeds in his journey, he realises that the people with whom he did not behave correctly always cross his path again. It is his chance to right the wrong he did them, and he always, unhesitatingly, seizes that chance. • • • Un guerriero della luce ha sempre una seconda opportunità nella vita. Come tutti gli altri uomini e le altre donne, egli non è nato sapendo già maneggiare la spada. Ha sbagliato molte volte prima di scoprire la propria Leggenda Personale. Nessun guerriero può sedersi intorno al fuoco e dire agli altri: ‘Ho sempre agito nella maniera giusta ‘. Chi afferma ciò, sta mentendo, e non ha ancora imparato a conoscere se stesso. Inoltre, nel passato, il vero guerriero della luce ha commesso qualche ingiustizia. Ma, nel corso del viaggio, capisce che prima o poi incontrerà di nuovo gli uomini con cui ha agito in modo sbagliato. È la sua opportunità di porre rimedio al male che ha causato. Ed egli la coglie sempre senza esitare.

A warrior is as wise as a serpent and as innocent as a dove. When people gather to talk, he does not judge the behaviour of others; he knows that darkness uses an invisible net to spread its evil. This net catches any snippet of information floating in the air and transforms it into the intrigue and envy that infest the human soul. Thus, everything that is said about someone always reaches the ears of the enemies of that person, augmented by the dark weight of poison and malice. For this reason, when the warrior speaks of his brother’s opinions, he imagines that his brother is there present, listening to what he is saying. • • • Un guerriero é semplice come le colombe, e prudente come i serpenti. Quando si riunisce con gli altri per chiacchierare non giudica il loro comportamento; egli sa che le tenebre si servono di una rete invisibile per diffondere il male. Questa rete capta qualsiasi informatore vagante nell’aria e la trasforma nell’intrigo e nell’invidia che albergano come parassiti nell’anima umana. Così, tutto ciò che viene detto su qualcuno finisce sempre per giungere alle orecchie dei nemici di costui, col sovraccarico tenebroso di veleno e malignità. Perciò, quando il guerriero dei comportamenti di un proprio fratello, immagina che questi sia presente e stia ascoltando ciò che egli dice.

he Breviary of Medieval Knights says: ‘The spiritual energy of the Path uses justice and patience to prepare your spirit. This is the Path of the Knight: a path that is at once easy and difficult, because it forces one to set aside trivial things and change friendships. That is why, at first, many hesitate to follow it. This is the first teaching of the Knights: you will erase everything you had written in the book of your life up until now: restlessness, uncertainty, lies. And in the place of all this you will write the word COURAGE. By beginning the journey with that word and continuing with faith in God, you will arrive wherever you need to arrive’. • • • Il Breviario della Cavalleria Medievale dice: ‘L’energia spirituale del Cammino si serve della giustizia e della pazienza per preparare il tuo spirito. Questo è il Cammino del Cavaliere: un cammino facile e, nello stesso tempo, difficile, perché obbliga a tralasciare le cose inutili, e le amicizie marginali. Perciò, all’inizio, si esita lungamente prima di seguirlo. Ecco il primo insegnamento della Cavalleria: tu cancellerai ciò che fino ad allora avrai scritto sul quaderno della tua vita: inquietudine, insicurezza, menzogna. E al posto di tutto ciò, scriverai la parola CORAGGIO. Iniziando il viaggio con questa parola, e proseguendo con la fede in Dio, arriverai dove hai bisogno di arrivare.

When the moment for combat approaches, the warrior of light is prepared for all eventualities. He analyses every strategy and asks: ‘What would I do if I had to fight myself?’ He thus discovers his weak points. At that moment, his opponent approaches; he comes with a bag full of promises, treaties, negotiations. He has tempting proposals and easy alternatives. The warrior analyses each of the proposals; he also seeks agreement, but without ever losing his dignity. If he avoids combat, it will not be because he was seduced, but because he judged it to be the best strategy. A warrior of light does not accept gifts from his enemy. • • • Quando si avvicina il momento del combattimento, il guerriero della luce è pronto a tutte le eventualità. Valuta ogni singola strategia, e si domanda: ‘Che cosa farei se dovessi lottare con me stesso?’ In questa maniera, scopre i propri punti deboli. In quell’istante l’avversario si avvicina. La sua borsa è piena di promesse, trattati, negoziati. Ha prooste allettanti e facili alternative. Il guerriero analizza ognuna delle proposte. Cerca anche un accordo, ma senza perdere la dignità. Se eviterà il combattimento, non lo farà perché è stato sedotto, ma perché ha pensato che questa fosse la strategia migliore. Un guerriero della luce non accetta doni dal nemico.

I repeat: You can recognise a warrior of light by the look in his eye. Warriors of light are in the world, the form part of the world, and they were sent into the world without saddlebags or sandals. They are often cowardly. They do not always act correctly. Warriors of light are wounded by the most foolish things, they worryabout trivialities, they believe themselves incapable of growing. Warriors of light sometimes believe themselves unworthy of any blessing or miracle. Warriors of light often ask themselves what they are doing here. Often they find their lives meaningless. That is why they are warriors of light. Because they fail. Because they ask questions. Because they keep looking for a meaning. And, in the end, they will find it. • • • Allora io ripeto: I guerrieri della luce si riconoscono dallo sguardo. Si trovano nel mondo, fanno parte del mondo, e al mondo sono stati inviati senza bisaccia e senza sandali. Molte volte sono dei codardi. Non sempre agiscono nella maniera giusta. I guerrieri della luce soffrono per stupidaggini, si preoccupano di cose meschine, si reputano incapaci di crescere. Talvolta si credono indegni di qualsiasi benedizione o miracolo. I guerrieri della luce sovente si domandano che cosa stiano facendo qui. Molte volte pensano che la loro vita non abbia alcun significato. Perciò sono guerrieri della luce. Perché sbagliano. Perché si interrogano. Perché continuano a ricercare un significato. E finiranno col trovarlo.

The manual of The Warrior of Light – Fourth part

[itsswansecrets]

Something Bad (OuaT, Ruby/Zelena)

Title:  Something Bad

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Pairing: Ruby/Zelena

Rating: R

Word Count: 1226

Note: The was written for the Ruby Lucas Femslash Week 2017 Prompts “Wicked Red” and “Villain!Ruby” Title take from the Wicked song of the same name.

Summary: Villain!Ruby has scored a major victory for Zelena in her quest to dominate Oz.

Warning: Character Death, violence and some mild suggestiveness

Ruby had a spring in her step as she walked through Emerald City. The sky was a gorgeous clear blue. She drew fearful glances and people, peasants mostly, cowered from her.

With good reason.

She had walked the yellow brick road and she followed it still towards the great palace. She was carrying a wicker basket, the kind a young girl might take filled with goodies on a visit to her grandmother’s house. Except usually young girls didn’t go around with a severed head in their basket. The head was displayed so the face was visible. It was a woman’s head. Her eyes were open and fixed in their lifeless stare.

Ruby smiled at the repulsed people but didn’t say anything.  The head said it all.

Ruby had on a long red cloak, a black corset that was trimmed with red lace, a short black skirt and black knee high boots. Her lips were painted scarlet and her eyes were lined with dark make-up. There were streaks of red in her loose dark brown hair. She carried no weapons. Ruby was herself a weapon.

She was nearly at the palace when she caught sight of a defiant look. The man giving it was perhaps fifty, of average height, skinny and dark haired. He didn’t seem afraid of her at all. He stood at the side of the yellow brick road, one of many who had made way for Ruby.

Ruby stopped and regarded the man. Still he did not show fear. Ruby stepped up to him and let her eyes flash for a moment from their usual warm brown to a vibrant golden yellow. But he didn’t blink. He didn’t flinch. He held her gaze. A brave one. They were a rare breed these days.

“What makes you so bold that you think you can look at me like that?” Ruby demanded.

The man gestured to the severed head Ruby carried. “She let many find their courage.”

Ruby laughed. “And their heart and their brains, blah blah, I’ve heard the story. But there’s no happy ending,” she shook the basket, jiggling the severed head. “Not if you rebel against your betters.”

“Not yet,” he replied, his voice clear and fearless.

Ruby considered ripping his heart out and eating it in front of his fellow citizens. People were staring. Those that had been walking had stopped to look on, they were wondering what price the man would pay for his courage.

Instead of inflicting pain Ruby leaned in close and sniffed him. She breathed in his scent and committed it to memory. “You smell like worthless shit,” Ruby whispered. “And now I know your stink I can find you anytime, anywhere. One night while you’re sleeping I’m going to come and eat you. If you have any children or a wife or anyone else in your home with you I’ll eat them first. You’ll die knowing they are dead and it’s all your fault. We’ll see how much fucking courage you have then.” As expected Ruby smelled the change.

The sour whiff of fear at last.

She patted his face, stepped back, gave him one last smile, all sweetness and light, then resumed her stroll down the yellow brick road.

The guards let her into the palace without challenge. Overhead a patrol of flying monkeys in formation soared out into the city. No one commented but boy did she get some looks as she walked through the corridors of power. Some were obviously glad to see the head of their enemy. Others were shocked to see such a gruesome display.

Ruby paused when she reached the throne room. There was a pair of armed and armored guards flanking the grand, elaborately carved, doors. The guards tried to remain stoic but they couldn't hide their reaction to the contents of Ruby’s basket. Ruby straightened the head so it was fully face up then nodded at the guards. They pulled open the doors and closed them again once Ruby was through them.

Zelena was sitting on the glittering gold throne. She was wearing black robes, and a pointed black hat. She was amusing herself with a prisoner. A man made of straw. He was hanging in the air, green tendrils of energy bound him around his legs, arm, neck and curled around his torso. The tendrils led to Zelena’s right hand. One of the scarecrow’s arms was on the floor.

Zelena’s lips, cherry red in contrast to her green skin, curled up into a smile. “You brought me a present darling?”

Ruby crossed the expansive throne room. It was all marble and gold and open space. In one corner was a rusted collection of metal that was vaguely in the shape of a man. “I did. The best present.”

The scarecrow let out a wail when he saw what was in the basket. Ruby knelt in front of the throne and presented her gift to Zelena.

Zelena giggled with glee. She leaned forward and snatched up the head and held it dangling by the hair. “Ding-dong the bitch is dead,” Zelena said and spat in Dorothy’s face. She stared at the face of her enemy, taking in every detail, savouring the moment. This was her victory. Her shining moment of glory. Dorothy Gale was at last dead. “She’s really dead,” Zelena held the head close. Almost close enough to kiss Dorothy’s bloodless lips.

“Dead as it gets,” Ruby said, still kneeling.

“Well,” Zelena looked up at the distraught scarecrow. “I suppose I don’t need you anymore.” Zelena closed her hand into a fist and the tendrils of energy all contracted violently. The scarecrow was shredded instantly. He burst apart in a cloud of swirling straw and tattered fabric.

Zelena tossed the head back in the basket. Ruby left the basket on the floor and stood, brushing off some stray straw.

“You killed her. You beautiful thing,” Zelena gestured for Ruby to come to her.

Ruby did, straddling Zelena’s lap. Zelena undid the tie of Ruby’s cloak. Ruby shrugged it off and it slid liquid-like to the floor, partly covering the basket.

“Tell me, tell me what it was like,” Zelena rested her green hands on Ruby’s waist.

Ruby regaled Zelena with the full tale. From hunting to fighting to finally killing Dorothy.

While Ruby spoke Zelena’s fingers steadily unfastened the front clasps of Ruby’s corset.

“So,” said Ruby once she had finished her exhilarating tale, “What happens next?”

Zelena plucked her hat off, letting her hair hang free, and dropped it on the floor. “Next we celebrate,” Zelena leaned in and kissed Ruby on the lips.

“Yes, lots of celebrating,” Ruby nodded, her hand slipping into the folds of Zelena’s robe. “But after that. What happens now Dorothy is gone?”

“We rule Oz, we do whatever the hell we like.”

“We?”

“We.”

Ruby grinned. It had been worth it then. Killing Dorothy had sealed her place in Zelena’s affections and elevated her to something like equal status to the Wicked Witch. Ruby kissed Zelena and soon they were engaged in enthusiastic celebration.

But that didn’t stop Ruby thinking about what she was going to have to do to complete her journey and become the real top dog in Oz. After all in any pack their could be only one true alpha, and Ruby was determined it would be her.

[agnirita]

Sempre muito bem recebida e com a Energia a mil...principalmente nesse Presente que vem de Presente para um futuro Presente.• • Seja bem vindo um certo alguém conectado com bem.• • Grávidos de AmoR, Luz e Sabedoria para fazer dessa família a Energia que irradia.• • Por todas as suas viagens, em todas as direcoes e cobtrastes, pais em constante transformação e coragem. Amo vcs! E toda essas suas artes.• • Respiramos... Juntos para a chegada de mais uma Arte. Gratidão por cuidar... 🙏🏽😑🌄🎶👶Jay!!!• • @artedreads #artedreads #artdreads #dreads https://www.instagram.com/agnirita/p/BtyWs9fhxhJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=woxrfaza1679

[terpsichoremovementasmuse]

#Repost @laurahalzack ・・・ The other side...... here is another gem from my collaboration with the amazing @jrcmccord . . #bnw #blackandwhite #bnw_captures #bnwmood #bnwphotography #brooklyn #dance #dancers #dancer #photography #beauty #cobtrast #artistsoninstagram #art #artistsofinstagram #artists #collaboration #ny #nyc #dancelufe #insta #instagram