anonymous asked:

i had this really cute dream where garnet went to an extra-dimensional room to calm down, and then amethyst appeared to see if she was okay. then the rest of the dream was amethyst clinging to garnet as they floated through the endless room. at the end both of them were smiling and i still haven't recovered from how cute they were

this is so beautiful i’m pretty sure i felt my brain gasp!


Finally. The *whole* thing. As in the whole whole thing. Well not the whole whole thing.


How many times had I stared at Edward and marveled over his beauty? How many hours – days, weeks – of my life had I spent dreaming about what I then deemed to be perfection? I thought I’d known his face better than my own. I’d thought this was the one sure physical thing in my whole world: the flawlessness of Edward’s face. I may as well have been blind. For the first time, with the dimming shadows and limiting weakness of humanity taken off my eyes, I saw his face. I gasped and then struggled with my vocabulary, unable to find the right words. I needed better words.


Anna Karenina from Page to Screen: Final Train Scene

“‘There!’ she said to herself, staring into the shadow of the carriage at the sand mixed with coal poured between the sleepers, 'there, right in the middle, and I’ll punish him and be rid of everybody and of myself.’
She wanted to fall under the first carriage, the midpoint of which had drawn even with her. But the red bag, which she had started taking off her arm, delayed her, and it was too late: the midpoint went by. She had to wait for the next carriage. A feeling seized her, similar to what she experienced when preparing to go into the water for a swim, and she crossed herself. The habitual gesture of making the sign of the cross called up in her soul a whole series of memories from childhood and girlhood, and suddenly the darkness that covered everything for her broke and life rose up before her momentarily with all its bright joys. Yet she did not take her eyes from the wheels of the approaching second carriage. And just at the moment when the midpoint between the two wheels came even with her, she threw her red bag aside and, drawing her head down between her shoulders, fell onto her hands under the carriage, and with a light movement, as if preparing to get up again at once, sank lower to her knees. And in that same instant she was horrified at what she was doing. 'Where am I? What am I doing? Why?’ She wanted to rise, to throw herself back, but something huge and implacable pushed her head and dragged over her. 'Lord, forgive me for everything!’ she said, feeling the impossibility of any struggle. A little muzhik, muttering to himself, was working on some iron. And the candle by the light of which she had been reading that book filled with anxieties, deceptions, grief and evil, flared up even brighter than ever, lit up for her all that had once been in darkness, sputtered, grew dim, and went out forever.”


《幻想神域》幻想Style舞蹈大賽甄選會 (by ffonlinetw)

New Dances in FF!