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[charitydingle]

Иваново детство / Ivan’s Childhood — 1962, dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

[cormatris]

sips her wine, avoiding the sin her children are committing before her eyes

[klaus-hargreeves-official]

whatcha going as for halloween

ghostface from scream

[vhenast]

❛ are you kidding? i jumped off a building — of course i’m hurt. ❜

skulduggery  |  @skysaved

                  ❛  WHICH  BEGS  THE  QUESTION —  why  did  you  jump  off  a  building,  mislyn. ❜ 

[laufeysons]

Hey, everyone! I saw Ragnarok on Thursday and when I came home I couldn’t find any icons I wanted to use, so I made some. There are about 10 different icons in a variety of colors. 

find them here

tip: use the search bar at the top! i tagged everything with “ragnarok”

THERE’S QUITE A BIT OF LOKI AND I’M NOT SORRY ABOUT IT.

Will be making more once the DVD is released. These are just from trailers and various tv spots.

like/reblog if you want to! also feel free to request anything you want to see in the future. thanks!

[vhenast]

❝ I could never love another as I do you, even if I wanted to. ❞

heart  ache  |  @vigilsworn​

GREY  EYES,  as  crestfallen  as  they  are  impassioned,  cause  the  woman’s  broken  heart  to  stir.

             she  becomes  glass  under  rainier’s  vigilant  gaze;  she  is  lucid,  bare,  fragile-  all  terrifying  prospects  anywhere  else,  except  there,  with  him.  he  sees  through  her  like  no  one  else.

             the  inquisitor  had  denied  them  both  each  other’s  company  for  nearly  two  weeks  following  his  pardon,  to  allow  their  minds  to  clear  without  distraction.  unbeknownst  to  her,  his  touch  had  been  sorely  missed  in  that  time.  it  is  only  as  tension  visibly  leaves  her  shoulders  and  she  sinks  into  the  warmth  of  calloused  hand  on  her  cheek,  amongst  their  world  of  uncertainties,  that  she  finally  receives  clarity.

             merilin  had  spent  her  life  feeling  incomplete,  homesick  for  a  home  that  did  not  exist  for  her,  until  she  found  it,  at  last,  with  him.

             and  so,  for  the  first  time  since  that  night  he  fled  to  val  royeaux,  a  wide  smile  spreads  on  her  lips,  followed  closely  by  bittersweet  tears.  the  pain  of  the  aftermath  is  far  from  over,  but  as  he  thumbs  away  the  dampness  under  her  eyelashes  with  meticulous  care,  merilin’s  chest  aches  with  fondness.  it’s  as  if  time  and  memory  suspend  in  that  moment,  their  collective  sins  forgotten  in  favor  of  their  bond.

             ❛  thom,   ❜  she  whispers.  the  name  doesn’t  match  his  face  quite  yet,  the  one  meant  for  blackwall…  but  she  has  faith  that  it  will,  someday.  ❛  you  are  the  reason  that  i  see  a  future  for  myself  after  the  inquisition.  ❜

             merilin  watches  the  former  fugitive’s  features  closely  as  they  soften,  and  she  knows  he  feels  the  same  intoxicating  ache  of  unconditional  acceptance  as  she.  it  is  love  unabashed,  emboldened  by  their  hardship.  her  head  turns  so  she  may  kiss  the  heel  of  his  hand  as  she  holds  it  in  place.  she  is  flooding  with  gratitude  she  will  be  attempting  to  put  into  words  in  the  years  to  come.  soft  lips  linger  and  trace  a  deep  scar  that  perfectly  bisects  the  heart  line  of  his  palm.

             ❛  i’ll  forget  my  own  name  before  i  stop  loving  you. ❜

[vhenast]

      ❝ haven't  you  considered  having  children  of  your  own,  someday? ❞

    warm  olive  eyes  crinkle  at  the  corners  for  her  dear  friend,  a  smile  lining  merilin’s  lips  into  a  gentle  curve.  her  head  tilts  curiously  at  the  man.  ❝ i  see  how  good  you  are  with  them.  i'd  even  dare  say  you  seem  fond. ❞   she  teases  good - heartedly, in  mild  undertones  of  mischief  reserved  solely  for  those  with  whom  she  feels  most  familiar.  

      @bghra