#beautiful imagery

[seethesunny]

Thinking about the Jackson AU/Tess lives AU and Joel playing with Tess’s hair before sleeping because it's getting long and he mentions if she'll cut it soon, but in a whisper she says she likes it, and he nods even though he has never seen her do this for herself but they're not in Boston anymore. That's a good thing.

[abbydjonesoffaerie]

Then another clear voice, as young and as ancient as Spring, like the song of a glad water flowing down into the night from a bright morning in the hills, came falling like silver to meet them...

The Fellowship of the Ring by JRR Tolkien

I mean seriously, does anyone write as beautifully as this man?

[quotingmyjourneys]

She returned to the strange world which was below light, below sound, penetrated only by the rhythm of tides pulled by the moon, by the sun, by the rhythm of the earth itself. She became one with the kything. Deepened creatures moving in the intricate pattern of song, of the loveliness of rhythm, of joy.

— A Wind in the Door (Madeleine L'Engle), pub. 1973, USA

[drulalovescas]

the parallels between the way their relationship started and ended might actually be the most beautiful in the history of tv

STARTED AND ENDED ON THE DEVIL'S TRAP

STARTED AND ENDED WITH A HANDPRINT

STARTED AND ENDED WITH CAS SAVING DEAN WINCHESTER

[petitprincess1]

[marc--chilton]

humor me. imagine if you will. dearest wilson, who is in his mid forties and drunk and having a little mope time because he may be a freak but he's a freak with depression. and he's bemoaning to house about his looks bc he saw an old picture of himself from med school or whatever, like fully being a little loser about it. "i used to be so cute. i had friends that would tease me for being a 'prettyboy'. (little sigh)"

and house is eating this UP because of course they're drinking together, he gets to see wilson be like..... an unserious amount of pathetic. literally not even paying attention to the tv anymore. "do i need to insult you more to fill your quota or something"

"no, no it's not that it's just," and wilson is still present enough to know he's gonna regret showing a weakness to house of all people but whatever. "miss being a pretty face i guess, i dunno"

house (who is NEVER going to let this moment be forgotten holy shit) has to like bite his tongue so he doesn't actually laugh in his face and get him to clam up. "aw, jimmy, (takes wilson's jaw and shakes him a bit like silly dudes do or like when you roughhouse with a dog) you're always a pretty face" and he's teasing of course but also. house is house, and house says some peculiar things regarding wilson so how fr he's being is an absolute mystery

cut to house actually looking at him and wilson is staring right back at him like 🥺 with big big beautiful brown cow eyes which are still kind of unfocused, cheeks a little smooshed where house is still holding his face, the weight of his head in his palm when wilson relaxes a little. "you think i'm pretty? 🥺"

and it's so much house has to avert his gaze. loosens his grip into something a little more soft. "yeah. sure"

[lanseax]

happen to have this on hand

OOOH THANK YOU!!

[ladylucck]

Fallen Angel / Humans & Their Meddling, by Seb Xavier x

[fatherjohnrainy]

[thisphantomlife]

Sobbing on the floor rn

[generativetenebrousautomata]

[abbydjonesoffaerie]

The Great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.

-A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

[quotingmyjourneys]

The air smelled of frost, and one or two flakes trickled from the sky. A thousand thousand times, I had crossed Aiaia’s slopes. The poplars, black and white, lacing their bare arms. The cornels and apple trees with fallen fruits still shriveling on the ground. The fennel tall as my waist, the sea rocks white with drying salt. Overhead, the skimming cormorants called to the waves. Mortals like to name such natural wonders changeless, eternal, but the island was always changing, that was the truth, flowing endlessly through its generations. Three hundred years and more had passed since I had come. The oak that creaked over my head I had known as a sapling. The beach ebbed and flowed, its curves changing with every winter season. Even the cliffs were different, carved by the rain and wind, by the claws of countless scrabbling lizards, by the seeds that stuck and sprouted in their cracks. Everything was united by the steady rise and fall of nature’s breath. Everything except for me.

— Madeline Miller (Circe)

[happyinthechapel]

Santa Maria La Mayor

[cloud-hymn]

The bloodhound guy being described as a “hunk of a man” when we’re in Aventurine’s pov…. Aventurine I know what you are

[souheki-lovechild]

ethereal beautiful meaningful soukoku and cringe fail loser soukoku are two concepts that can and should (and do) coexist