the wings are g r e a t

fave beauty and the beast (2017) things

  • the prince’s fabulous make up
  • “if he could earn their love in return”
  • belle’s blue dress
  • “hmm… ‘je ne sais quoi’?” - “I don’t know what that means”
  • even the freaking ducks are singing
  • “it’s never gonna happen ladies”
  • gaston asking belle if she’s busy and belle saying “no”
  • otp gaston x mirrors
  • belle’s disgusted face when gaston gestures from his lower body to her when saying she should only be concerned with her own children
  • “no one can change… that much”
  • “madame gaston, his little wife, uGH
  • the whole scene with maurice in the castle
  • m a u r i c e
  • philippe, everyone’s hero
  • belle smashing lumière with a stool
  • “the east wing, or as I like to call it, the only wing
  • ‘G A S T O N’
  • gaston lifting both lefou and a lady onto his shoulders
  • “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it”
  • “he’ll blame me!” - “yes I will make sure of it”
  • “maestro, play quietly please” - “oh quietly, sotto voce, of course. are there any other tasteless demands you wish to make upon my artistry”
  • be. our. guest. be our guest put our service to the test
  • maurice trying to remember the way to the castle
  • “you really wanna marry into this family?”
  • “gaston, stop it. breathe. think happy thoughts. go back to the war! blood… explosions… countless widows…”
  • the nose boop
  • luke evans’ acting in that scene… hilariously creepy
  • “romeo and juliette fucking sucks here’s my huge library full of much better things to read” basically
  • beast is making jokes now
  • beast knocking out belle with his huge ass snowball like chill man
  • beast walking around the castle grounds with philippe and talking to him
  • belle watching that from the window and looking beautiful as hell like wow I knew I was gay but that was a solid reminder
  • “no? too touristy?”
  • the way lefou says maurice’s name and smiles when seeing he’s alive
  • waiting heeere. fooor. eee.ver.mooooore
  • luke evans singing
  • “there’s a beast running wild there’s no question, but I fear the wrong monster’s released”
  • stanley rocking that dress and owning it that’s my boy
  • lefou teaming up with mrs potts
  • “I am. not. a beast.”
  • L E F O U 
  • “turn back into a clock, turn back into a clock”
  • human plumette is so beautiful I wanted to cry
  • “how would you feel about growing a beard”
  • rawr
Mermaids: A Guide

Contents

  • O R I G I N S 
    Atargatis 
    Greek Gods

  • S P E C I E S
    General Capabilities
    - Nereides
    - Sirens 
    - Zagreus
    - Melusina
    - Briareos 
    - Galatos

  • L A N G U A G E
    Origins
    Basic Phrases
    Endearments

  • C U L T U R E 
    Magic
    Honor & Law
    Mating vs Bonding
    Courting
    Mating & Children
    Family Life

  • L I N K   T O  T H E  S T O R Y : C O R A L  &  B O N E
    This guide is based on the mermaids of Coral and Bone, who originate from the Assyrian goddess Atargatis and also, the Greek gods. This explores the theory of if the gods and their descendants fled to the sea in modern times.

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t h e  g o r g o n s  were three powerful, winged daemons named medusa, stheno, and euryale. while descriptions of gorgons vary across greek literature, the term commonly refers to any of three sisters who had hair made of living, venomous snakes, as well as a horrifying visage that turned those who beheld her to stone. of the three sisters, only medusa was mortal, and so it was her head which king polydectes of seriphos commanded the young hero perseus to fetch. 

Wings of Fire Design Observations

SkyWings: RainWings, but angery.
RainWings: Soft SkyWings. Comes in every colour. Each sold separately.
MudWings: rECtaNgLEs.
SeaWings: Dolphins if they were also crocodiles.
IceWings: Spiky, with G R A D I E N T S.
NightWings: Galaxies if they took the form of an edgy black dragon. Basically if a scene kid and a goth kid had a baby and that baby was a dragon.
SandWings: Think of the deadliest things in the desert, and just make that a dragon.

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“If one squinted into  C a b e s w a t e r  long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer’s fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. M a g i c.”  

G R E E N  L I G H T is for the sacrificial party-goer, with neon in their veins and recklessness on their lips they surrender to the noise, heart/drum beat in time, with mascara smudged and fishnets already ripped, they are a chaotic twirling beacon of hope, pulsing with the glow that comes from transcending human emotion. here there is no pain, here is where the party begins.

S O B E R is the national anthem of a lost kingdom ruled by girls with confetti crowns and boys with lipstick smeared cheekbones, where it’s always midnight and laughter cracks like thunder, it’s chipped nail varnish and singing along to a song you’ve never heard, lit fireworks crackling in your ribcage and bathroom floors, the smell of tarmac and city lights blurring into blinding light and the closest you ever get to religion

H O M E M A D E  D Y N A M I T E  is for the revolutionaries, with glitter like war paint and leather battle gear, it’s someone else’s drink in your hair and on your lips, shooting stars and smoke on the horizon, its a mouth overflowing with unforgiving teeth and a girl who sways like a bonfire, anger to the point of apathy and laughing until you cry, throwing your arms wide and screaming at the stars to swallow you whole

T H E  L O U V R E  is a handful of blurry polaroids from a pink summer when you thought the sky stretched on forever, crumpled bed sheets and kitchen counters at 2am, it is drowning in a sea of strangers without putting up a fight, the rotting smell of dying flowers and handwritten love letters, the sound of violin and cracked stained glass panels, it is the golden artificial glow of a naked lightbulb and hands stitched into your hair, white on white on white and watercolour nostalgia in three shades of lilac

L I A B I L I T Y is like a bird with broken wings, staying awake until the sun starts to rise, all pale skies and the ground damp with dew, it’s the drop of your stomach just before a fall, thin cotton against your skin and warm hazy hours of almost-sleep that seep together into evenings in flickering television light, scratched records listened to anyway, and the ritualistic waltz of everyday life, beating on with or without you

H A R D  F E E L I N G S is an abandoned house, with the table still laid for a breakfast, the key in the lock, the portrait of two people immortally framed in a perfectly symmetrical pattern of every day objects and  L O V E L E S S is the bubblegum perfume spritz spirit who lives there, between her books and half-finished poetry and his now cold cup of coffee, dancing alone in the hallway, lips like petals and heart like marble

S O B E R I I ( M E L O D R A M A ) happens behind the closed doors of the church, exposed necks like altars, hips like pews, hundreds of sparkling stained glass eyes and teeth like tombstones, a whole generation brought to its knees with the weight of its future, its the vibration of discordant piano, the glint on rubies on necks, the promise of something bigger than all of this, a fleeting taste of forever 

W R I T E R  I N  T H E  D A R K  is the roses growing up a building, vines curling into stone, playing god for one moment, a full deck of tarot cards, inky starless skies and the inability to let go, it is the process of prying yourself apart from a lover, tearing skin from skin, rearranging bones, the interlocked cages of your ribs and his, it is performance with no audience, it’s ‘i can’t live without you’ and ‘but i will, i will, will’

S U P E R C U T is dangling your feet into nostalgia, the whole world through rose-tinted sunglasses or a camera lens and the sky melting into itself in reds and pinks and oranges - as if the horizon were on fire, its 5am rooftop conversations and scuffed trainers on dashboards and long train rides, tall grass and flavoured lipgloss, it’s seeing their face in every crowd, echoes of their voice in every song, swimming in your clothes and dripping wet hair, it is collecting every beautiful moment and decorating your mind with them until you can’t move in there, like a room full of antiques

L I A B I L I T Y  ( R E P R I S E ) is a turning point, a certain sunrise, a certain car ride, life in a beautiful light, it’s the moment you realise you are not a sad story, it is years ahead of you still unwritten, smiles on lips of people you haven’t even met yet, it is harmonies and abstract paintings with slashes of colour in the black and the crescendo of birdsong, it is glittering dustmotes in sunlight and watching the city from far away, it’s not today, but it is soon, a sunlight soaked summer afternoon years from now when all of this seems so small

P E R F E C T  P L A C E S is where time stands still, is how we keep the morning at bay, it’s an almost evangelic escapism, shedding skins like clothes, spilling feelings like drinks, it is a moment of quiet found between the clouds, it is the bass in the base of your spine, it’s terrifying and temporary and fragile and beautiful because it can never last, it’s the birth of a new world, it’s worship of potential, it is running, running, running into that sunrise with arms and eyes open wide

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iron is s t r o n g
crystal can s h i n e
gold is m e l t e d
silver is p o u r e d

Yoon Jisung Hogwarts Au

I know I did Daniel as a Hufflepuff as well, but I can’t see Jisung as anything other???

• Hogwarts had always seemed a mystical place that you’d never get to visit,

• You’d been home schooled for a good 5 years,

• But there’s only so much someone can learn about potions in their kitchen,

• And you’d turned your sofa into a dog house by accident and your family had decided maybe Hogwarts was the place to go,

• Finally,

• I mean yeah home school could be cool but hOgWarTs!!!

• At this point you’re not even embarrassed to turn up and get sorted with the 1st years,

• You show some of the Muggle Born’s a Patronus on the boat trip to the castle and they loose their s h i t,

• Anyways,

• You get sorted into Hufflepuff, and boy are you glad because you feel they’d be the most welcoming to a complete newbie,

• And no offence to the 1st years but you kinda want some friends your own age,

• The first lesson the next day you are definitely lost,

• Why is this castle so big and why does it’s staircases move?

• Health and safety?

• And you swear you watched a room disappear, how is that practical?

• But nothing will get you down because you’re finally here,

• You spot a boy around your age walking past, and he just so happens to be Hufflepuff as well,

 • It’s not like you waited in a corner for 10 minutes to pic out a friendly looking target,

• Pfffft.  . . 

• “Heya, I’m new and totally lost, would you mind showing me where transfiguration is?”

• The boys soft brown hair and shiny eyes relax you enough to smile brightly,

• “That’s where I’m headed, you can walk with me,”

• You where not expecting this boy to have a smile to totally melt your heart,

• You’re taken back,

• How rude of him,

• His smile seems to trigger a reaction in you where you can’t help but smile back,

• “ I’m Y/N,”

• “ Jisung,”

• And just like a mama bird, he totally takes your vulnerable little self under wing,

• Jisung is actually a huge dork and a walking meme,

• (No matter how hard you try to explain, hardly anyone in Hogwarts understand what a meme is and it’s a s t r u g g l e),

• And he helps introduce you to your first ever proper friends :’)

• You learnt how to ride a broom and you knew of Quidditch before, but have you really lived if you haven’t gone to a proper Quidditch match?

• Hufflepuff wins although a Slytherin girl falls off her broom and almost nearly dies but gets saved and you hope every match is filled with this much excitement,

• A whole new world opens up to you and it’s all thanks to Jisung,

• And he just never stops showing you around?

• Everyone is 100% sure you know your way around everywhere but Jisung will be like,

• “No this way is a short cut,”

• You start to wonder how Jisung Knows even secret passages or knacks for getting things in the castle,

• Then you realised it’s Jisung he probably either asked nicely or made people so at ease with him that they’d just tell him,

• You’re normally sat in the Hufflepuff common room doing some work and he just appears,

• Takes your hand in his extremely soft ones and gently lead you away,

• And boi if you don’t LIVE for those moments, 

• He’ll take you a little into the forbidden Forrest or to a secret corner of the lake,

• He’ll find the highest window in the castle so you can watch the starts from it,

• Constantly wrapping his robe around your shoulders because you always forget yours,

• Haha, ‘forget’, nice one,

• But really why is his robe so much softer and warmer than yours?

• He always looks you in the eyes to speak to you so you feel as if you have his whole attention,

• Okay it’s been 3 months and you’re head over heels,

• Just when you think there can’t possibly be another secret place,

• The room of requirement,

• Jisung looks a little nervous when the door appears and he leads you inside,

• You figured it must be quite personal to him,

• oOps there goes your heart again,

• The room is small and quaint and colourful bean bags sit in one corner and bookshelves in the other and a hammock and the place looks so cozy you’re not sure you’re ever going to leave,

• You guys are sat on the bean bags and chatting but Jisung is half out of it and you start to worry,

• Is this the bit where he says that he was just being nice and showing you around,

• But then you remember his dorky smile and your open-heart conversations by the lake and when he went out of his way for you all of those times just to see you smile,

• You remember all those witty comments that always made you giggle, maybe just because Jisung said them,

• No one is purely that kind to people they don’t like, not even Jisung,

• “Hey Y/N, I kind of sort of like you?”

• While Jisung starts sounding confidant he drifts off at the end in an adorable raise of the eyebrow and uncertain tone,

•You can’t help but laugh a little at it,

• But you quickly stop so he doesn’t think you’re being mean,

• “We that’s awful lucky, because it just so happens I Like you too,”

• Neither of you can stop your little grins,

• Jisung lips are soft, just like his actions and both of you make slow lazy movements, almost as if trying not to frighten each other,

• Although a car could crash through a wall and you wouldn’t be startled,

• (Which is almost as dangerous as those stairs),

• From them on in it’s all gently taking each other hands when next to each other,

• His carefully slipping an arm around your waist in corridors,

• You tentatively slinging you arms around his neck as he places his hands on your hips when you’re alone,

• The highest your PDA goes is carefully wrapping yourself around each other,

• You’re both so sly though hardly anyone notices,

• Should of been a Slytherin,

• He loves it when you play with his hair so you’re forever running the soft strands through your hands,

• He almost seems to purr like a cat it’s kind of adorable,

• It’s awful though because if one of you starts to cry the other does as well and you become a group mess,

• But better be s group mess than a mess alone, right?

• You two have definitely been found in some corner somewhere crying about stupid things,

• “You got full marks on your defense against the dark arts test, oh my god," 

• Everyone just sort of leaves you to be emotional,

• Jisung always brings you little flowers he finds or snacks from the kitchens or manages to smuggle little gifts from Hogsmeade  to you,

• How does he do it though you’re always with him at Hogsmeade???

• How do you not see???

• You decide it’s better not to ask,

• Jisung is pure blood so he doesn’t know much from the Muggle world, so you get him little gifts and it makes his day,

• A rubix cube wasn’t a good choice though, he was addicted to it for an entire week,

• The two of you are combined a ball of sunshine and wit and it’s really damn cute,

• Overall Jisung is special to you on a whole different level- not only did he show you a new sort of love, he showed you a new sort of family,

Thanks if you’ve read till the end, I hope it’s satisfied all you Jisung Stans, heh.

"Where I come from, generals don't hide in their offices like cowards. They fight alongside their soldiers. They die with them on the battlefied."

By popular demand (ie @byzantinefox), and courtesy of “Bloody Red Tabs: General Officer Casualtues of the Great War 1914-1918,” here’s a list of the 78 or so British and Commonwealth generals who died for King and Country in the Great War. This not meant to attack Wonder Woman (2017), which is an excellent film. This, is for the record.

A. H. Baldwin, KIA 1915
R. B. Barker, KIA 1918
R. B. Bradford VC, KIA 1917
Sir William T. Bridges, died of wounds 1915
R. G. Broadwood, died of wounds 1917
C. H. J. Brown, KIA 1917
C. B. Bulkeley-Johnson, KIA 1917
George Bull, died of wounds 1916
G. A. S. Cape, KIA 1918
Sir Thomas Capper, died of wounds 1915
H. F. H. Clifford, KIA 1916
A. W. G. L. Cole, died of wound 1915
L. W. P. East, KIA 1918
Edward Feetham, KIA 1918
N. D. Findlay, KIA 1914
H .G. Fitton, died of wounds 1916
Charles Fitzclarence VC, KIA 1914
G. B. S. Follett, KIA 1918
G. N. B. Forster, KIA 1918
H. T. Fulton, died of concussion 1918
D. J. Glasfurd, died of wounds 1916
A. F. Gordon, died of wounds 1917
C. W. E. Gordon, KIA 1917
R. C. Gore, KIA 1918
Charles Gosling, wounded 1916, KIA 1917
John Edmond Gough VC, died of wounds 1915
E. J. Granet, died of wounds 1918
H. I. W. Hamilton, KIA 1914
W. J. St. J. Harvey, died of wounds 1916
Julian Hasler, KIA 1915
The Hon. J. F. Hepburn-Stuart-Forbes-Trefusis, KIA 1915
F. J. Heyworth, KIA 1915
G. B. Hodson, died of wounds 1916
William Holmes, died of wounds 1917
Philip Howell, KIA 1918
R. H. Husey, died of wounds as POW 1918
Edward Charles Ingouville-Williams, KIA 1916
F. E. Johnston, KIA 1917
Sir William A. I. Kay, 6th Bart., wounded 1918, KIA 1918
P. A. Kenna VC, died of wounds 1915
Noel Lee, died of wounds 1915
Louis James Lipsett, KIA 1918
S. H. Lomax, died of wounds 1915
Wlater Long, KIA 1917
Thomas Pakenham, 5th Earl of Longford, KIA 1915
A. C. Lowe, KIA 1917
A. D. Lumsden, KIA 1918
F. W. Lumsden VC, wounded 1917, KIA 1918
R. C. Maclachlan, KIA 1917
C. T. Martin, KIA 1918
G. E. Matthews, died of wounds 1917
Sir Frederick S. Maude, wounded 1915, died of cholera 1917
Francis Aylmer Maxwell VC, KIA 1917
N. R. McMahon, KIA 1914
Malcolm Smith Mercer, KIA 1916
H. E. Napier, KIA 1915
N. T. Nickalls, KIA 1915
G. C. Nugent, KIA 1915
V. A. Ormsby, KIA 1917
Malcolm Peake, KIA 1917
L. M. Philpott, KIA 1916
C. B. Prowse, died of wounds 1916
C. G. Rawling, KIA 1917
J. F. Riddell, KIA 1915
A. R. C. Sanders, KIA 1918
William Scott-Moncrieff, KIA 1915
G. S. Shephard, KIA 1918
C. E. Stewart, KIA 1916
J. A. Tanner, KIA 1917
S. C. Taylor, KIA 1918
G. H. Thesiger, KIA 1915
F. D. V. Wing, wounded 1914, KIA 1915
Frank Wormald, KIA 1915

Hey all of you, I hope you’re having a great weekend so far, and I bring you my 600 followers celebration! I have just reached 600 followers (I can’t believe it either) and to thank you all for following my trash blog, I’ve decided to host a follower celebration! (offering blogrates, name aesthetics, hp aesthetics, make me chose edits and writing prompts!)

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Send me two of the following: 

  • 🌟 for a blograte
  • ✨ for a name aesthetic, along with your prefered name
  • ⚡ for a hp aesthetic
  • two characters/ships (from hp) for a make me chose edit, or a prompt along with a character/ship for a short oneshot

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Said the Bee to the Bird About the Flower

p e t a l s
pistil
stamen
p o l l e n
today i am the bee
that makes love
to the f l o w e r
releasing sweet liquid
gold e c s t a s y
every curve
touched by my
u n d u l a t i n g wings
velvet to the touch
gently hovering l i n g e r i n g
pollen dust trapped in
the fibers of delicate
appendages my
antennae find
the f i l a m e n t
nectar fills this
buzzing h u m m i n g body
beauty shared between
a n t h e r
stigma
sepal
p e t a l s

draco malfoy ➩ defyrp.

—— I used to be a DARLING starlet like a c e n t e r p i e c e, had the whole WORLD wrapped around my ring, I flew too closely to the sun that’s setting in the EAST, and now I’m  m e l t i n g from my wings. ——- ❜