reminds me of tan

Okay, so, after watching episodes 2 and 3 of Reinas, some thoughts

Since when Mildred Cook (Cecil’s wife) is “friend and adviser” of Elizabeth?

“Desnúdate, pienso mejor después de desahogarme” (XDXDXD)

Philip waiting for the alchemists to invent the formula to create gold… okay…

Mary wanting to marry Rizzio… yeah….

Why Elizabeth is so reddish? She remind me of Melisandre lol

“tan zorra como la major de mis prostitutas”… there is no need to make her a whore, come on

I like the “psychoanalytic” version of Mary lol

“Fornicador compulsivo” O-M-G

Bacchanalia? Come on Cecil, you need to chill out

Rape Mary was not cool

Prince Charles throwing people through the window

Btw, I love the music in Prince Charles’ scenes XDXD

“toda la culpa es de mi prima” is a good summary for this show

Where is Robert in the third episode? This show is pretty boring without him

Okay, when your family marry between cousins for generations, Prince Charles is what happens…

anonymous asked:

I feel like Hawkfrost as a lynx point makes more sense not only bc its genetically correct, but his name would also seem more reasonable?? Idk but the more whitish tan reminds me of frost while the brown for a hawk. Kinda like a frost bitten hawk pft

yea i feel you!! and he would get to keep his icy blue eyes

This reminds me so much of our family! Except for the hair, make-up, tan, thigh gap, tattoos hinting at an dangerous-yet-intriguing past, delicate jewelry, rested eyes, impeccably tailored clothing, and overall will to live. Other than that, this is exactly what having twins is like.

Submitted by Elizabeth Knaster

sagittarians are competitive - but they compete mostly with themselves, to see how much of their vision they can carve out, to see how many stars they can swing from and how many oceans they can sail. they work with real imagination and find the deepest elements of the human psyche of most curious and interesting. there is something really summery and offbeat with sagittarius, they remind me of bongo drums and the smell of coconut sun tan oil. its the party of life with sagittarius, the joy of youth and exploration
the bliss of elderly wisdom, it’s the celebration of the whole vibratory character of being

Every life has a soundtrack.

There is a tune that makes me think of the summer I spent rubbing baby oil on my stomach in pursuit of the perfect tan. There’s another that reminds me of tagging along with my father on Sunday morning to pick up the New York Times. There’s the song that reminds me of using fake ID to get into a nightclub; and the one that brings back my cousin Isobel’s sweet sixteen, where I played Seven Minutes in Heaven with a boy whose breath smelled like tomato soup.

If you ask me, music is the language of memory.

—  Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home