maiden fair

everyone’s depressed honey… that’s why u gotta pretend ur an upper class Englishman from 1810 and that u smoke opium in ur sumptuous bedchambers while humming Gregorian chants to the fair maiden whose vast fields of wheat thou hast just plowed. her flaxen gold hair glows in the moonlight as u linger forever in this metaphysical state of contentment. that is, until, your boss tells u to wake the fuck up and get back to work

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For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady of a house of queens. And yet I know not how I should speak of her. When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die?

In the modern world, the goddesses don’t wait for men to fight their battles.
They take weapons and find battles.
Artemis has her hood up and goes hunting after dark. The city’s just another forest in need of a mistress to tip the scale between prey and predator and everyone always said her mouth looked better when it was painted blood red.

There’s too many tears in the streets. Aphrodite thinks it shouldn’t matter. That everyone should love who they want how they want, but it should all start with giving love to yourself. A couple of counseling degrees later and she’s started a movement. She’s glad they’re understanding the strength found in the heart.

Everyone is always at war, and Athena nurtures warriors. Ones that fight with their minds and ones who fight with their fists. Hera started a website and it nearly crashed in the first hour. There’s no room for weakness. Everyone is learning to be Queens.

Then there is one final lesson, the softness amongst the rough. They gather before her throne, and Persephone whispers softly into their ears that it’s ok to love fiercely and leave things behind. Hackles are still hackles no matter how pretty they are. Take your freedom and hope it makes the world burn.
—  There are no fair maidens here, there is only immortals with ichor and steel //L.H.Z
Happily Ever After // Remus Lupin

 A/N: Don’t ask me what this trash is because I don’t know. I’ve been doing Driver’s Ed shit all week and my brain isn’t functioning properly sorry if this is terrible lmao. I don’t have the energy to edit this either pls don’t hate me 

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo

Remus woke with a start. Sharp, loud cries echoed through the dark bedroom. He let out a tired groan as he rubbed at his eyes, moving your arm off of his bare chest. He did his best to gracefully scoot out of the bed without waking you. Your chin slipped off his shoulder and rested softly on the corner of his pillow. A sleepy smile grew on his face as you stirred a little, mumbling his name and smiling in your sleep.

The baby in the crib at the window let out a piercing cry, and Remus winced, glancing at you. You’d woken up, but he didn’t need to know that. You watched him pad the rest of the way over to the white wooden crib after mentally deciding you were still sleeping. He peered down at the baby, smiling gently at her for a couple seconds as he fumbled with a beautiful lavender throw Lily had made for your daughter draped across a rocking chair Remus’ grandfather had built. You watched him through squinted eyes and blurry vision as he lifted your daughter carefully from her crib. He swaddled her in the blanket, hushing her quietly and rocking her in his arms. He smiled softly at her, “Hello, my love. What’s the matter? Oh, sweetheart, stop crying. Nothing to fret over, angel. Daddy’s going to fix you right up.” 

You felt a smile grace your face as you watched Remus. You didn’t think you’d ever seen a more beautiful sight; your whole world standing together, painted in soft, pallid moonlight pouring through the open blinds. You watched Remus leave the room, coming back shortly with a bottle and your now quiet daughter. He took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting the bottle to the baby’s mouth. If she hadn’t been quiet before, she definitely was now. Remus gazed down at her, an expression full of love and adoration for the girl evident on his face. You wanted to giggle at the smile on his face; the ‘stupidly in love’ grin he always gave you. Your daughter finished the bottle up quickly, but still she remained restless. You frowned. A bottle normally put her right back to sleep. You contemplated getting up to give Remus a break, but then he began talking to the child, and as you listened, you decided you wouldn’t dare interrupt this.

“My beautiful little angel,” he whispered, staring down at her. He began to rock slowly. His fingers danced on the baby’s belly for a couple seconds. She laughed and Remus smiled wider. What a beautiful sound it was, her laugh. Your husband spoke again, “I was always a night owl, too. Your mummy though,” he paused to laugh, “well, that woman passes out at seven and doesn’t wake up until noon the next day. But, sometimes, she can’t sleep. It’s normal, darling, don’t worry. When Mummy can’t sleep, I always tell her stories. You want to hear a story, love? I believe you’re a tad too young to count sheep.”

Remus wiggled his fingers on your baby’s belly once more, causing her to let out a little shriek. “I’ll take that as a yes, then, Hope.”

Hope. You’d insisted on naming your daughter that. Not only was it Remus’ mother’s name, but it was exactly what Remus needed when she came around, and it was exactly what she delivered. After James, Lily, and Peter were killed and Sirius was taken to Azkaban, Remus had fallen into a deep hole of depression, and you couldn’t help him out of it. Most of your pregnancy was spent alone, and the stress of it all nearly killed you and Hope both, but you made it through. And when she was born, the twinkle in Remus’ eye return and with each passing day of having his child, he began to smile again and your hope for him to get better, his hope for a future, the hopes you shared for your baby and each other had been restored. That’s what your child was, pure hope.

You were torn from your thoughts as Remus’ silky voice filled the room again and the story began. “Once upon a time, there lived a princess; a beautiful, kind girl with the prettiest, fairest smile and a knack for loving things others thought unlovable. I know what you’re thinking, darling. This already sounds a lot like ‘Beauty and The Beast.’ Perhaps it is, in a way. The princess lived in a glorious castle called Hogwarts where she ruled over her people in the Ravenclaw Tower, a place for the witty ones. The castle was a big place full of magic and wonder. Her loyal knights, Sir James and Sir Remus,” he paused and giggled quietly at himself, “lived in the Gryffindor tower, a place for the bravest of them all. And down deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts lived a slimy little man named Snivellus, a mad sorcerer who wanted to see the downfall of the Princess Y/N and take her throne.”

You forced back a laugh. Serverus Snape was many things, but he was not a mad sorcerer and only got the chance to see your downfall once, before it was quickly taken care of. Remus continued, “One day, Princess Y/N was with her best friend, Hademar the Owl, in Hogwarts’ Owlery writing a note to her parents, who lived far, far away. Sir Remus was off with his mate Sir James, chasing after the fair maiden Lily Evans. Sir James was hooked on her, and always had a new plan to steal Lily’s heart, which almost always involved Sir Remus doing something crazy. And so, the princess was left unprotected by her brave knights giving Slimy Snivellus the perfect chance to use his latest terrible sorcery on her. While the brave knights tried to coax Lily Evans into going on a date to Hogsmeade with the poor, lovestruck, hopeless Sir James, Snivellus sat in a dark corner with his pathetic chemistry set, brewing up a terrible poison. He had the perfect plan to steal Princess Y/N’s crown. He would dip a fresh apple into his nasty concoction and trick the princess into taking a bite, putting her in a deep sleep for the rest of your life.” He laughed a little, “And knowing Princess Y/N, it was a pretty good plan. Her subjects wouldn’t have a hard time believing she’d retired from her princess duties to sleep for the rest of eternity.”  

You could tell Hope was dozing, but Remus didn’t seem to care. He continued his story. “Greasy Ol’ Sniv slithered up the steps to the owlery, a shiny red apple in his hand. Sir Remus was still distracted with Sir James’ shenanigans and was nowhere to stop the villainous creature. Snivellus approached Princess Y/N with a sly, disgustingly menacing smile on his face and offered her the apple. She reached out to take the gift. You see, Princess Y/N was very kind and always believed in second chances. But, as soon as she touched the apple, Sir Remus felt a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew something was wrong. So, he pulled out is magical map and searched for Princess Y/N frantically. Once he found her, he raced to the owlery, wand in hand. What’s going to happen, my love? Hm, Hope? Think Dad- Sir Remus can save the day?”

You shifted slightly, becoming uncomfortable. Remus glanced at you, but you shut your eyes quickly. When you opened them up again, he was finishing up the story. “Just in time, Sir Remus burst through the door and shouted a spell, knocking the poisoned apple out of the princess’ hand. She started to shout at Sir Remus, not letting him explain his side of the story before resorting to screaming, as usual.” You tried not to snort at that little comment. Remus just put on a stupid smirk and kept story-telling, “Sir James was right behind Sir Remus, sweet Lily hot on his trail. He put magical, unreakable handcuffs on greasy, slimy, disgusting Snivellus. Lily gave him a victorious kiss and Sir James nearly went into cardiac arrest. As for the princess, she’d stopped yelling and allowed Sir Remus some speaking time. He finished his explanation of why he’d saved her ungrateful, shouting life with a brave smile and the princess’ heart thumped out of her chest – her very nice chest. She jumped for joy and thanked Sir Remus a million hundred times. She gave him lots of thank you kisses, and thank you other things, and eventually told Sir Remus that she was in love with him. Yeah, she was so whipped, Hope. After begging a million times, the princess finally convinced Sir Remus to marry her. As for Sir James and the fair maiden Lily Evans, they had a big beautiful wedding and loved each other until the very end…and still do. The Hogwarts castle was a peace with its new Prince and Princess and Daddy and Mummy lived happily ever after.”

Remus kissed the top of Hope’s head. He stood up and placed the sleeping baby back in her crib carefully with a whisper, “The End. Goodnight, my love. Daddy loves you so much, Hope.”

With a yawn, he sleepily walked back to the bed, laying down carefully beside you. You pursed your lips and shuffled around, coming to lay on his chest after he’d burrowed back into the blankets. You smiled, “Princess Y/N, huh?”

Remus let out a loud groan before pushing your giggling figure off his chest, rolling over on his side and hiding his crimson cheeks. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and wrapping your arms and legs around him, “Goodnight, my brave prince.”

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You can pick this up on my Redbubble as a hardcover journal or spiral notebook! I am so going to make this my next sketchbook <3

Originally, this was made for a really nice dude who contacted me last week after reading one of my comments on Reddit. the guy is working on a Hunter’s Dream Skyrim mod and this texture will be used on one of the books in the Workshop so that the player will actually be able to interact with it and read it. I’ll have to instal Skyrim again just for this mod once it’s ready! XD

It’s not identical but still pretty close to the one in BB, don’t you think? All textures, except for the metal clip, are scanned from my collection of old books, thus the imperfections and stains here and there.

Imagine Thranduil Getting Deffensive When He Catches Thorin Checking You Out

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Master List of Imagines

“You should watch where your eyes linger dwarf.”

“Or what? You do not own the fair maiden and you do not own me. I can do as I please,” Thorin responds, sending you a sly smile.

You blush and turn to stare straight ahead as Thranduil’s gaze comes to rest on you.

“Y/n. Please leave our company. It seems prudent that you do,” Thranduil states, eying Thorin from the corner of his eyes.

You nod and walk out, but not before hearing Thorin say, “hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go.”

That causes Thranduil to growl and you to blush.

Lesbian History:

Anne Lister (1791–1840)

  • was a well-off  landowner, diarist, mountaineer and traveller (the first woman to climb Mont Perdu)
  • kept diaries which chronicled the details of her daily life, including her lesbian relationships, her financial concerns, her industrial activities and her work remodeling historical houses
  • her diaries contain more than 4,000,000 words including very intimate and graphic details about her sexual and romantic relationships which she wrote in code, as well as exactly how she preferred to seduce women
  • was noted for her ‘masculine appearance’ (read: hella butch)

“I love and only love the fairer sex… my heart revolts from any love but theirs.” - Journals, 29 October 1820

“I know how to please this fair maiden of mine” - Journals, 1820

a business-oriented, athletic, house-flipping lesbian i…. wow. if birkenstocks existed in 1820 she woulda had a pair.

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Albanian mythology: Zana or Thana 

During the Illyrian times Thana was known as the goddess of hunting. Her name translates to “fairy”. Over the years, she became what Albanians know as “Zana e Malit.” In Northern Albania and Kosovo every mountain was said to have its own zana, who appeared as a fair maiden found bathing naked in mountain streams. The zana is believed to be extremely courageous, a formidable opponent, who can bestow her protection on warriors. Albanians even have an expression Ai ishte trim si zana, meaning, “He was as brave as a fairy”, this is used to refer to very courageous individuals. The zana is believed to have the power to petrify humans with a glance.

anonymous asked:

Do you mind me asking for a list of your most recommended Naruto fics? Or if you've already made one, reblogging it again please? I've been recently run spare and just finished all of yours, plus you seem to have good taste when it comes to these things! (If not, feel free to ignore, I really don't mean to bother)

It seems I’ve actually failed to compile an actual rec list before now, so let’s fix that…

Convergence

An Invincible Summer

In Good Company

About Face

Baby Animals, Weddings, And Other Things Not Normally Associated With Uchiha Sasuke

Freedom in the Eyes of Another

Hush

Pulling my Weight

A Thoughtful, Moving Exploration of Passionate Youth

Dirt and Ashes, or: The One-and-a-Half Body Problem

survival of the fittest

Of Harrowed Hearts

How Naruto and Sasuke Became Friends

Force of Nature

It’s Just That Any One of Us Is Half Without Another One Is You

monogatari

Cultivate Your Hunger

The Worst Shift

How To Save The World With No One Even Realizing

White Wedding

Cohabitation

I Hold With Those Who Favour Fire

The Natural Habitat of Haruno Sakura

Doing It ANBU

Continually Adapting (to Stay Alive)

now, for the second act

What Isn’t Broken (Can Still Be Fixed)

Commit Ourselves Into the Depths

Following Dreams (to Doom or Desire)

to love what is mortal

A Set-up For A Romantic Comedy

The Fair Maiden

Dancing in Circles

growth

(J)oak’s on Yew

Give and Take

Shadows and Fangs

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The Fox and The Maiden Fair: The Morning Gift