fairy tale like


Zonneschijn jan-mei 1926 ill Anton Pieck b by janwillemsen

Anton Franciscus Pieck (19 April 1895 – 24 November 1987) was a Dutch painter, artist and graphic artist. His works are noted for their nostalgic or fairy tale-like character and are widely popular, appearing regularly on cards and calendars.

I’d love to be in a wintery, witchy fairy tale. My home would be an old quaint castle hidden in the forest, I’d be the young witch of the woods villagers would brave traveling to for tinctures, cures, and spells for ailments. And I’d always be known as kind, but very dangerous.

okay so im sure I saw a post about mermaids having their own form of sign language bc sound doesn’t travel underwater, but what if they’ve just evolved without hearing at a certain point? in or out of the water, they have to sign to understand one another. (sorry 

and maybe a girl who’s deaf or hard of hearing is in a shipwreck, and while the others are shouting for help in a cold and soundless sea, the girl is frantically signing. she knows its useless, but her panic flies through her fingers as she falls deeper and deeper into the ocean. the mermaids watch, unmoved, as the rest of the sailors drown, but they recognize that her hands are making words, though they dont have the same language. 

when the girl wakes up, she finds herself on a tiny spit of land, waterlogged but alive, and surrounded by sharp-toothed fish people whose fins shimmer darkly beneath the surface. it takes a bit of doing, but once she realizes that they don’t want to eat her, the girl begins to learn their signs, and vice versa. they feed her and teach her to fish, and she teaches them jokes and sleight of hand.

what im saying is mermaids adopting a deaf or hoh girl as one of their own, and moving their colony closer to the surface in order to be near her and them being a weird fishy/human family and living in their own silent and lovely world

My flatmate was like “in the Philippines it feels like fairy tales and folklore can really happen” and I was like “in the American south it feels like the devil might be lurking behind any given tree”

Girl with a wolf mask.
girl who bites back.
girl with teeth, with claws,
girl with blood on her mouth.

he thinks he can catch her.
thinks he can hunt her down, rifle at the ready, point aim fire point aim fire point aim fire and
he misses.

but there comes a point when even god gets tired. even monsters need sleep. even wolves let their guard down.

girl with a doll face.
girl with no bite.
girl with shiny teeth, with painted nails,
girl with a lipstick mouth.

she looks in the mirror
“this is what he’s done to me,”

girl learns how to fight with bare hands. learns how to tear skin from bone.

new wolf mask
new claws
new teeth
girl never sleeps again.

—  red riding hood wasn’t looking for anyone to save her– lily rain

“You’re probably going to have a castle, and a prince and a princess, if you’re looking
at a fairy tale.”  
/   “She is  .  .  .  almost like Cinderella.”   /   “When his mask comes off .  .  . 
he looks like a sort of prince.” 
                        — J.J. Abrams (x)

Lauren isn’t expecting much from her twenty second birthday. All the important milestones had already passed, all of them leaving her empty handed. No Hogwarts letter had arrived on her eleventh birthday, no mermaid tail had appeared on her thirteenth. The enormously prophetic sixteenth year – the year famously known for having destinies foretold, for being kidnapped by gods, for falling into a ridiculous love triangle – had come and gone with nothing of note. The most magical part of her twenty first birthday had been that’d she’d manage to consume that amount of alcohol without dying

No grand epics begin on the day of someone’s twenty second birthday.

This is because of those unlucky enough to be chosen at this tender age – most don’t ever make it back.

Dead men tell no tales, after all.


(Dead women do. The bones and bubbling corpses of hundreds of daring, unfortunate women are screaming warnings and fury at the next girl to join their ranks of the lost and forgotten.

But no one listens to a woman’s screaming.

No one will listen to your screaming either.

Sorry, dear. )


She wakes up and goes to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

This is a hasty decision, of course, although she does not know it at the time.

This may be her last morning. If she’d known, maybe she would have savored it. Snuggled into her warm sheets, pressed her face into the softness of her pillow, pulled the comforter about her bare shoulders, the most instinctual and simple of comforts.

But then again. Maybe not.

There is also an instinctual, twisted pleasure in ripping off the bandaid.

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okay alright can we talk about how Magnus Bane, the high warlock of brooklyn Magnus Bane, was so so scared of losing Alec that for a second there he had hope that a true love’s kiss might actually work and how he didn’t even doubt that what he felt for Alec was enough to one day be the true love that is written about in fairy tales because like I wanna throw myself off a bridge

u know what i love about qrow??? he’s so extra. 

  • he spells out SNOBS in the WOR
  • his entire argument with james was basically “im ozpins favourite i do what i want”
  • teasing his scythe in the winter fight and then doing the asshole “come get me” hand gesture as well as that shit-eating face
  • pretends to be attacking james during the v3 finale for the pure fucking fun of it
  • casually saunters to his weapon during the LIFE OR DEATH tyrian fight 
  •  ends the episode on “what’s your favourite fairy tale?” like an asshole instead of saying “you’ve dismembered two people and remember the silver eyes power??? they’re after you for both of those things”

like he’s the biggest fucking drama queen im in love