5 days left until Kang Minhyuk's Birthday
Countdown to my angel/love of my life/ lovely/ beloved one's birthday <3
oh, brave gryffindor, why do you look so shaken?
And it’s killing the flowers in my heart
Were you in love with her, beast?
LET ME EXPLAIN WHY I PICKED BEAUTY AND THE BEAST BECAUSE IT’S NOT ACTUALLY A PERFECT PARALLEL AT ALL WARD IS EXPECTING SKYE TO SAVE HIM HE THINKS SHE’S HIS BELLE AND SHE’S NOT HERE TO SAVE HIM SHE LOVES HIM AND THAT MIGHT BE HIS SAVING GRACE BUT SHE WILL NOT PUT HERSELF IN HARM’S WAY FOR HIM IT’S THE IDEA OF THE FAIRYTALE PRINCESS SUBVERTED SHE IS HER OWN SAVIOR AND YET AND YET HER HEART IS NOT PURE BUT IT IS LOVING AND THAT IS WHAT MATTERS MOST OF ALL BUT WHO COULD EVER LEARN TO LOVE A BEAST A MONSTER SHE DIDNT LEARN IT JUST HAPPENED AND SHE CAN’T TURN IT OFF BUT SHE WANTS TO OH HOW SHE WANTS TO
Emma and hook complete each other now if only they knew it
If EXO own the weather → Luhan would be the reason behind the summer drizzle
DARK FAIRYTALE PRINCESSES | Snow White
Lips red as blood, skin as the most precious ivory and porcelain, hair as black as silken night, she is always beautiful, no one can ever deny her that. That touch of powerlust that lies in her eyes, her touch a devasting sin, ensnarling nevertheless. Her face splits trough about a million shifts from obsessive to loving to psychotic to terrified to resolved to ice cold. Armies and kingdoms part when she bats her eyelashes, men and women falling on their knees, desiring the untouchable, the ravishing bloom. She is a treat for every warrior and every child, for every king and every queen, she is savage and vicious and vital and you’ll adore her for it. She is toxic, bathes rotten apples in her poisonous blood to gift them to her worshippers who devour them blindly, slowly killing but still keeping you alive, wanting more of her neverending reign over the enigmatic forest, the obscure temple of her noxious cathedral, gladling tossing themselves in agony just to get one imperious glance in her omniscient eyes.
DARK FAIRYTALE PRINCESSES | Sleeping Beauty
Crowned with thorns and bloody roses, the sylvan queen, her beauty mystifies her like silver filaments of a spinning wheel strewn with drops of gold, wears her bloom like a bloody bejeweled knife. She’s a force of nature and beyond control, a raging hurricane at the centre of a man’s desire. She’s wild, she’s the hunter and the prey, a siren of the woods, collects corpses of travelers and hunters that she lurked in her dark meadow long time ago. She loves and make you feel loved so deeply it will consume you, the feeling running through you too powerful, too profound, piercing your soul in the most beautiful agony until you fall in the deepest slumber. She beds you on brier wood and rose petals, nourishes from the sweetest dreams of a lover, from nightmares of carnivores and cannibals, sucks you dry until nothing remains than an empty body willing to serve her until eternity.
She’s the beauty from the dark, rising from ashes and dusk and the darkest pitch of the night, a queen of a murk kingdom, ruins made of cinder and rust. Her private spiritual abyss shows in her dark orbs perfectly hidden behind her mask, inviting and bidding people to her masquerade to let women and girls dance until their feet bleed and the marble is soaked in ravishing red. On the stroke of midnight her tribe crawls out, hungry rats flooding in the ballroom and her cackle echoes from the walls, the last chime fading with death rattles and despicable wailing.