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Smallville Memories | Erica Durance & Tom Welling:
↳ What’s your favorite season of Smallville?
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"I have always enjoyed the episodes where Lois and Clark are investigating something, and they’re together and there’s a lot of stuff going on, and there’s a lot of banter, and there’s a bit of humor, and they spice it up with a little bit of everything. Those are my personal favorites, when I’m doing it, as an actress. Now, to sit back and watch it – because I also love the Superman mythology – I like to see him be so iconic. A prime example is in our 200th episode, when Clark is in the elevator with his Superman self. I freaked out. I went up to him and I was like, “Oh, my god!” It was fantastic! He had the phrasing down, and it almost sound old-fashioned. He just flawlessly went into this thing and I got excited, as a fan.” - Erica Durance

unhistorical:

July 30, 1818: Emily Brontë is born.

Few details are known about the relatively short life of the middle Brontë sister, due in part to her reclusive and shy personality; according to most who knew her (and few outside her family knew her well), Emily was typically silent, a lover of nature, but unsociable. She was born in Yorkshire, England, two years after Charlotte Brontë and two years before Anne, and she, like both her sisters, wrote under a pen name - according to Charlotte, the sisters ”had a vague impression that authoresses [were] liable to be looked on with prejudice”. 

Emily was Ellis Bell to Charlotte’s and Anne’s Currer and Acton Bell. Before she died at age 30 in 1848, she published several poems and a single novel - the classic Gothic novel Wuthering Heights, which initially received mixed reviews when it was first published at the beginning of the Victorian era. The novel was criticized for being too bleak, too gloomy and and wild and dark, and with one magazine writing: 

How a human being could have attempted such a book as the present without committing suicide before he had finished a dozen chapters, is a mystery.

Charlotte’s novel Jane Eyre was an immediate commercial (and to an extent critical) success, regarded until the end of the century as far superior to her sister’s work, but critical appreciation for Emily’s work grew throughout the 20th century. 

marthajefferson:

b&w gifs - nov 1485  /  colored gifs - dec 1487

ƒar away was the time when he 'fought' with his fencing master to impress his betrothed stealthily observing him. Two years. Two hectic years. Their Prince Arthur. A pretender. Her coronation. Two years during which they had both aged. Two years during which care and affection had appeared between them. "I do not want to see you on, or near a battlefield anymore," I do not want to lose  y o u she stated sudddenly, forcing him to look up from his work. A closed smile formed on his thin lips. "Are you giving an order to your King?" "No. To my husband." There was a tone in her voice that suggested him to listen carefully, and Henry focused on her face: the small lines around her mouth, the tense fit of her jaw, the typically kind yet dark blue eyes. Concern. "Your hands are not made to hold a sword," she said, “They are made to hold me. Just  m e ,”  —and that was the closest to I love you Elizabeth had ever come.

Cosima + favorite outfits

I think about you every night before I sleep. I imagine you are here with me. With one arm around me and your legs touching me then you kiss my neck and I fall asleep like that. It helps me sleep.

(via impf)

Selber

(via koerperkontakte)

youremyfavoritehigh:

"What has been the wildest fan experience you’ve had so far?" (x)

sweetconformity:

Hannibal’s Food

↳ Season 2

thewritersramblings:

House Martell + Ladies