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His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat. After the Terror, in the early days of the Directory, the aristos who’d escaped the guillotine had an ironic fad of tying a red ribbon round their necks at just the point where the blade would have sliced it through, a red ribbon like the memory of a wound. And his grandmother, taken with the notion, had her ribbon made up in rubies; such a gesture of luxurious defiance! That night at the opera comes back to me even now… the white dress; the frail child within it; and the flashing crimson jewels round her throat, bright as arterial blood.
I saw him watching me in the gilded mirrors with the assessing eye of a connoisseur inspecting horseflesh, or even of a housewife in the market, inspecting cuts on the slab. I’d never seen, or else had never acknowledged, that regard of his before, the sheer carnal avarice of it; and it was strangely magnified by the monocle lodged in his left eye. When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. And I saw myself, suddenly, as he saw me, my pale face, the way the muscles in my neck stuck out like thin wire. I saw how much that cruel necklace became me. And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.
The next day, we were married.
” Angela Carter; The Bloody Chamber (via eldritche)(Source: sherlockable)
Dollar Note by Robert Gligorov: 2 white vertical pianos standing back to back, with a birdcage on top. When the birds jump from one perch to an other perch, the pianos play a note.
This is such a gorgeous idea!
I am in awe.
“Britney and Christina would come ask me questions about sex, and I just told them what I heard, like positions and stuff. And all the mothers went to Disney and told them I was corrupting their kids….So, yes, Britney narced me out. And I feel somewhat responsible for how sexual she is right now. When I see her with a snake around her neck, I think, Did I do that?”
Ryan Gosling on co-star Britney Spears ( Mickey Mouse Club)(Source: ryangoslingarmy)
- Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions
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I find it interesting the way that the females of Community view Britta
I’ve tried ten million times to get the last gif to move in the photoset, but tumblr refuses to cooperate. You’ll have to click on it to watch it. *headdesks*
this house is falling apart | a black widow x phil coulson backstory
∟ fire-crackers in the east / my car parked south / your hands on my cheeks / your shoulder in my mouthShe comes at him suddenly, in a move that she thinks will take him by surprise but obviously doesn’t, judging by the way he side steps easily and reaches for her wrist. it’s thin and white and for a moment time stands still, and she thinks that flesh and bone are going to snap in the burning palm of his hand, before he gives a sharp yank backward and sends her sprawling.
He’s not gentle, but then he never is, which is why hear head comes into contact with the floor so forcefully that she sees stars, and when she finally gets her eyes open to look at him, he hasn’t offered her his hand. He’s just staring down at her with this blank expression as he waits for her to stand.
And Natasha does stand; of course she does, and Coulson says again in this dispassionate voice that touches all the dark places deep inside of her. She lunges, and greets the hard floor with a smile this time before she even hits it, and waits for him to say again as though he doesn’t care.
I’ll make him care, she swears, as she dances out of reach this time, and watches him come after her. The way she turns, when he catches her, moves her hair in such a way that his face is pressed into it, and just for an instant Natasha thinks she has a chance. But the single second of hesitation breeds violence, and there is power in him like nothing she has ever felt this time as he hurls her to the floor. The room spins.
But this time, when she blinks the bright white spots away, she sees him, taking heaving, gasping breaths. Again, he says, and this time there is anger; frustration that makes them almost equals.
And next time, when his hand closes around her thin white wrist, Natasha hopes he’ll break it, just so she can see if he can.
“Jesse just seems like he’s constantly struggling to keep his head above water, and he’s just this messed up kid trying to find his way, but you know he has this soul, he has this heart; and that’s why I feel people are rooting for him, and they just want to hug him and tell him it’s gonna be okay.”—Aaron Paul
