Florence Welch Photographed By Valerie Lee

Florence Welch photographed by Valerie Lee 

Shadow and Bone is such a fucking mess, the writing is questionable, the plot is insane, the performances are great, the fan service is all over the place… I love it. Ten more seasons, please.

just a very rough idea about rapunzel and la bête

something about how they travelled together for a time to arrive in this neverafter. something about being polar opposites—a diplomat with honeyed greetings and an innocent face versus a warrior with the form of a beast and few words—but also being so similar, a front built to survive in their worlds. something about being called monstrous. something about being honest, and how la bête values it. something about rapunzel being able to ‘let her hair down’ around her because of it. something something

nikolai really looked at mal and said you deserve a life and not only will i give you one but i will give you mine and specifically the life that i chose and chased that gave me freedom and also this compass that i gave your girlfriend who is my fiance as a promise that she'd come back to me alive and don't worry at all about the locket adjacent shape or the fact that it's nature as an object is to rest close to my heart

[Image Description: A drawing of Lockwood, George and Lucy’s hands reaching into the air against a blue sky. Lockwoods palm is facing away, Lucy and George’s are facing forwards. They have simple matching tattoos of a skull in a jar. Down the left side reads "and it feels good to be known, so well". End ID.]

and it feels good to be known, so well

[george/lucy/lockwood, cot3 get together, 20k words]

When he looks at her like that she can almost understand why George would lie to him, in favour of keeping the balance of everything the same. Even if it’s for just a little bit longer. She remembers something George said to her, in the beginning, at the start of the job that led them into the wild descent of where they are now. You have to say no to him. Or you’ll make him worse. It feels unfair to think that maybe this is just another thing that George said no to. Another distraction, the thing that shakes him off of the even path.

She can’t make sense of the way that they are around each other. The two boys together and where that leaves her. Where she fits into the routines and the inside jokes and the way the two of them look at each other, that they think she doesn’t notice.

Or Lucy and George kiss, and together the three of them have to figure out what they want.

“Did he love the girl he forced to commit those murders? What about the girl he tossed into the old king’s bed for his own purposes, then mutilated when she dared to challenge him? Or the woman he blinded for failing to offer him unswerving devotion?” Who would speak for Liliyana, for Genya and Alina and Baghra if she did not? Who will speak for me?

‒ King of Scars, Chapter 14