a little lion girl

"Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night."

[fuckyeahlolitamovies]

[fuckyeahlolitamovies]

For my nymphet I needed a diminutive with a lyrical lilt to it. One of the most limpid and luminous letters is ‘L’. The suffix ‘-ita’ has a lot of Latin tenderness, and this was required too. Hence: Lolita. However, it should not be pronounced as most Americans pronounce it: Low-lee-ta, with a heavy, clammy ‘L’ and a long ‘O.’ No, the first syllable should be as in ‘lollipop,’ the ‘L’ liquid and delicate, the ‘lee’ not too sharp. Another consideration was the welcome murmur of its source name, the fountain name: those roses and tears in ‘Dolores’. My little girl’s heart-rending fate had to be taken into account together with the cuteness and limpidity. Dolores also provided her with another, plainer, more familiar and infantile diminutive: Dolly, which went nicely with the surname ‘Haze’

Vladimir Nabokov, The Annotated Lolita (via fuckyeahlolitamovies)

[viejaculturafrita]

Ella en verdad había creído que el dios de los españoles era el dios verdadero y que éste no era otro que una nueva manifestación de Quetzalcóatl, quien había venido a aclarar que él no necesitaba que los hombres murieran en la piedra de los sacrificios. Pero la manera en que había visto actuar a los españoles la dejaba desolada, desamparada, desilusionada y, más que nada, aterrorizada. La pregunta obligada era: ¿a quién iba a servir? Y lo más importante: ¿para qué? ¿Qué sentido tenía vivir en un mundo que estaba perdiendo su significado? ¿Qué era lo que seguía?

"Malinche" - Laura Esquivel. (via viejaculturafrita)

[etoilesdecoupe]

FAKE MOVIE MEME: come morning light an era vampire movie set in 1394

Emma Watson - Quetzalcoatl, of the Americas Stefanos Milatos - Belenus (Bel), of Europe Tasie Lawrence - Oya, of Africa

After an outcast vampire destroys the leaders of Antarctica, Australia, and Asia, he sets his sights for the leader of Africa, Oya. However, before he reaches her savanna, a council, made up of the three remaining continent leaders, is held upon the request of the benevolent Quetzalcoatl. After much negotiation, the leader of Europe, Belenus, eventually agrees to provide his assistance. The trio then embark on a trip to find the outcast and halt his destruction, but along their journey, they discover their enemy is much more than what meets the eye.

“Fok die kak. He’s a threat —”

"— he’s an ally.”

"He’s actually right here.”

[unenuitreveur]

Quetzalcoatl: originating from the Nahuatl language and meaning "feathered serpent". The first worship toward this ancient goddess was documented in Teotihuacan in the first century B.C. She is a symbol of fertility and internal political structures contrasting with the War Serpent that symbolized military expansion. She is connected to the planet Venus, she is the creator, represented in the human face of the maize god. In the eyes of the Aztecs, she is no mere creature, she is literally a flying serpent. She is the reason mankind was created, the sun rises and sets for her. Next to the sun God, she is the most important, the highest priestess. 

You have graciously come on earth, you have graciously approached your water, your high place of Mexico, you have come down to your mat, your throne, which I have briefly kept for you, I who used to keep it for you,

You have graciously arrived, you have known pain, you have known weariness, now come on earth, take your rest, enter into your palace, rest your limbs; may our lords come on earth.

[etoilesdecoupe]

Chills immediately shot up his spine, followed by goosebumps trailing rapidly along his bare skin. So blatantly taken off-guard by the sudden utterance of his name, Jas pulled his extended hand to his chest so hastily that his feet stumbled back against the tip of the window’s outer sill from its force. Nearly falling off of the stone perch and onto the evening streets of London, he gritted his teeth as he attempted to regain his composure, slowly gripping a curtain the other brunette had pushed just barely in his reach. Pursing his lips, the pirate kept his eyebrows furrowed as he pulled, with a look of disdain painting itself over his previous, more soft countenance. He crossed his arms once he regained his proper footing, and breathed with a raspy tone, “Hello, Wendy Darling.”

[unenuitreveur]

It all seemed to have occurred in a blur, must have only taken a few seconds to take place but somehow managed to seem like forever. That's how time often felt for Wendy, messed up in a way that was beyond explanation. She studied him as he nearly fell backward, a hand instinctively reaching out before she realized what she was doing and bringing it back just as he steadied himself once more on the window sill. Wendy Darling almost had time to worry about it until she realized that it was he who had come all this way. To see her? Well, that would be much flattery, she did not know if it was one she could afford. "H--hello." she managed to breathe before fully regaining composure. "Fancy meeting you here." 

[etoilesdecoupe]

Jas’ hand clasped the handle of the Jolly Roger so tightly, his knuckles were bleached an unsettling white. With his jaw clenched and his eyes narrow in scrutiny, a drop of sweat trickled down his temple uneasily, although he promptly swept it from his face with the back of his grime-speckled hand. Gritting his teeth, the pirate attempted to gulp down his discouragement and pursue his course – pursue his trek to London carelessly through the moonlit sky at an unusual haste. He had traveled on his own on numerous occasions, and yet, at that moment as he passed illuminated wisps of clouds, he felt as though he was vulnerable. Releasing a few exasperated breaths, never had he felt so exposed – so raw at his core, yearning for his usual companionship. Quite frankly, the sensation tore at him; it made him agitated as he tightened the sails to slow down the heap of flying wood.

Naturally, she was the reason, of course. It was always her that made him feel as though his legs were limp, and his frigid heart could feel anything other from hostility. She was exactly why he found himself parking his ship before her residency, nestling it quietly between the roofs of the English homes. She was also why he stepped from the comfort of his plank hesitantly onto the windowsill he knew all too well. She was.. right there, seated on her window seat just beyond the curtains that shielded him from his impending confrontation. She was just barely in his reach, which caused him to absentmindedly extend his hand towards the brunette through the thin lace. He realized, as he allowed his calloused fingers to slowly penetrate the air, that he wanted to grasp the attention of someone he thought he knew all too well.

[unenuitreveur]

Wendy felt the wind begin to pick up around her, washing her long brown locks across her face as she settled deeper into the seat, reaching across to grab a book from the desk. The cover was green and beginning to fade, it was a collection of Aesop tales. She'd never been too fond of them but they would have to do for now. Her aunt had presented them to her as a gift and she felt it only right to read them all in order to demonstrate her gratitude. Her attention was caught when the light in the room dimmed some, it was not a thing of the lamps but a thing of the moon. The light it had been emitting into the room had been blocked, perhaps by the clouds. However, as Wendy reached up again, kneeling on the seat and shoving the curtains completely open a tiny gasp escaped her cherry lips. 

"Hook."

[unenuitreveur]

Tiny lights flickered on as Wendy stumbled into her room. It was difficult to turn the few lamps on while her hands were filled with new thick books. Reading was not quite the same any longer. It felt odd, to try and enter other worlds through literature. For some reason the words seemed dull, like she knew that by sitting there at her desk and reading she was not accomplishing much. She set the heavy pile on the wooden desk her father had gotten for her only recently to replace the old one her brothers had broken and found herself wandering toward her window. The lace curtains rustled slightly as the wind came in. Wendy parted the two and looked out, London was quiet now, dark. She sat upon her window seat -- this night felt different but she always told herself that, always expected much more than what happened every night, nothing. There was something there however, someone, someone in the shadows. 

[asteropes]

"These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.”

[unenuitreveur]

Wendy: Adventure is quite the tempting word. But joy and adventure are not necessarily tied to one another. One never knows how an adventure could wind up, it could bring no happiness at all.

Hook: They are tied together as though they're a knot, my Darling. If you stuck 'round me long enough, and not that forsaken Pan, well, maybe you would be more enlightened. A pirate's adventure always winds up just as they want it to, whether you believe so or not.

Wendy: And what if you wanted it to end badly? What of it then?

Hook: We do not. There's a difference between ending a circumstance badly, and ending a circumstance in our favor.

Wendy: Oh, you always did have a way with words, didn't you?

Hook: Only with you, Wendy. Always with you.