"Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count."
Jim Carter and Michelle Dockery arrive at HBO’s Annual Primetime Emmy Awards Post Award Reception held at The Plaza at the Pacific Design Center on August 25, 2014 in Los Angeles, California
More Jim on my dash. Never too much Jim on my dash.
Edited to ask: does anyone else notice Jim saying ‘careful’ in the 2nd gif?
Excellent lip reading, once again! Thank you!
"The passions that we fought with and subdued
Never quite die. In some maimed serpent’s coil
They lurk, ready to spring and vindicate
That power was once our torture and our lord.”
— Trumbull Stickney
Track List: 01. The Ladder by Andrew Belle 02. Wonder by Lauren Aquilina 03. I’m Gonna Be (500 miles) cover by Sleeping at Last 04. You’re the One That I Want by Angus & Julia Stone 05. I’ve Got This Friend by The Civil Wars 06. Riptide by Vance Joy 07. Home by Gabrielle Aplin 08. Flightless Bird, American Mouth (Wedding Version) by Iron and Wine 09. Gotta Have You by The Weepies 10. Out of My League by Stephen Speaks 11. Crave You by Flightless Facilities ft. Giselle 12. Haven’t Told Her by Plain White T’s 13. Salt Skin by Ellie Goulding 14. When the Day Met the Night by Panic! at the Disco 15. Scarecrow by Alex and Sierra 16. These Broken Hands of Mine by Joe Brooks 17. Endlessly by Duffy 18. Autumn Leaves by Ed Sheeran 19. Heal for the Honey by Brooke Waggoner 20. The Longer the Waiting (The Sweeter the Kiss) by Anna Ternheim & David Ferguson
I’ll just leave this here…
Happiness is this beautiful bit of Chelsie perfection on my dash!
What a perfect view for my dash this evening!
Will always reblog
Mandatory reblog of Chelsie loveliness!
Reblog - love them x
Keep the love alive until S5!
And beyond! Just to clarify, I didn’t mean to keep it alive and then let the love die when S5 starts. I just meant to keep reblogging our favorite scene until then, because we have nothing more to go on - yet. Aw, you know what I meant.
Let’s make it to 2400 tonight!
Working toward our goal
And here’s one more! Third time today!
Still makes me smile like an idiot 8 months later
Valancy, so cowed and subdued and overridden and snubbed in real life, was wont to let herself go rather splendidly in her day-dreams. Nobody in the Stirling clan, or its ramifications, suspected this, least of all her mother and Cousin Stickles. They never knew that Valancy had two homes—the ugly red brick box of a home, on Elm Street, and the Blue Castle in Spain. Valancy had lived spiritually in the Blue Castle ever since she could remember. She had been a very tiny child when she found herself possessed of it. Always, when she shut her eyes, she could see it plainly, with its turrets and banners on the pine-clad mountain height, wrapped in its faint, blue loveliness, against the sunset skies of a fair and unknown land. Everything wonderful and beautiful was in that castle. Jewels that queens might have worn; robes of moonlight and fire; couches of roses and gold; long flights of shallow marble steps, with great, white urns, and with slender, mist-clad maidens going up and down them; courts, marble-pillared, where shimmering fountains fell and nightingales sang among the myrtles; halls of mirrors that reflected only handsome knights and lovely women—herself the loveliest of all, for whose glance men died. All that supported her through the boredom of her days was the hope of going on a dream spree at night. Most, if not all, of the Stirlings would have died of horror if they had known half the things Valancy did in her Blue Castle.
For one thing she had quite a few lovers in it. Oh, only one at a time. One who wooed her with all the romantic ardour of the age of chivalry and won her after long devotion and many deeds of derring-do, and was wedded to her with pomp and circumstance in the great, banner-hung chapel of the Blue Castle.
At twelve, this lover was a fair lad with golden curls and heavenly blue eyes. At fifteen, he was tall and dark and pale, but still necessarily handsome. At twenty, he was ascetic, dreamy, spiritual. At twenty-five, he had a clean-cut jaw, slightly grim, and a face strong and rugged rather than handsome. Valancy never grew older than twenty-five in her Blue Castle, but recently—very recently—her hero had had reddish, tawny hair, a twisted smile and a mysterious past.
I don’t say Valancy deliberately murdered these lovers as she outgrew them. One simply faded away as another came. Things are very convenient in this respect in Blue Castles." —-
L.M. Montgomery - The Blue Castle [x]
Every time I see this:
I think this:
Couldn’t have put it better…
Maria Doyle Kennedy + Dancing