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cecaelias:

INSPIRATION - lady armor 

for the females that go to battle amidst leagues of men, who are not afraid to wear their sex with pride, and whose blows sting with a venomous fury provoked by years of repression. they are dangerous, and not to be undermined unless one wishes to hear their scream echo across the vast plains while their blood is used to paint the ground scarlet. 




“Thus is it spoken: Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn.”


under: #lotr #gifset





princessleiaiam:

“All I’m saying is, there’s a reason why Sporty Spice is the only one without a fella.”




fuckyestomhiddlestonsvoice:

Tom Hiddleston reads To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell


Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

        But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv’d virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

        Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am’rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

This poem is just fantastic. Those last few lines…




other-wordly:

pronunciation |  \el-‘E-zhan\ (el-EE-sian as in vision)

other-wordly:

pronunciation | \el-‘E-zhan\ (el-EE-sian as in vision)




mydarkenedeyes:

Federico Bebber

On Tumblr








under: #tea


Loki vs Tom: who wins?




oto2:

Le Petit Prince







fuckyestomhiddlestonsvoice:

Avengers interview, uploaded by kaisacco

OMG, he quotes American Gods. 




“You got overwhelmed with a wave of emotion you didn’t see coming.”
“You didn’t listen because you couldn’t listen. Because you were too overwhelmed with emotion.”

Suits (2x01) - She Knows

under: #suits #gifset