The Artist's Haven

emilianadarling:

“One thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled. It was a time of darkness. It was a world of fear. It was the age of gargoyles.” (x)

lonelycelt:

rose-papillon:

nym-fanfic:

rose-papillon:

Original Vincent, The Beast and Rumplestiltskin react to CW’s Vincent Koslow (aka The Beast) from the upcoming remake of the Beauty and the Beast TV series.

Really CW? That’s what you’re going with? He has a scar on his face. Is that what makes him a beast?

Are they trying to cash in on GRRM’s current surge of TV-kudos, or cheaply get on the fairytale-popularity bandwagon without developing new property, or… what?

*wince*

I wondered the same thing when they first announced the remake. I mean, the original series finished in 1990. Why remake it now?
GRRM himself was skeptical about this new version and after seeing the promo, I have to say that I agree with him.
The whole concept of Beauty falls in love with the Beast kind of gets thrown out the window when the Beast is just some handsome guy who occasionally transforms, slightly.
Damn, and I was really hoping they would do something cool with the make up in the new series… 

WTF they need to bring baRon Perlman.

sevysev:

Martin Freeman + aging = Jim Broadbent

lonelycelt:

Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold, read by Tom Hiddleston

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

WTF TOM now my ears are bleeding unicorn tears and I got a Ladyboner.

goddamnhella:

(via lonelycelt)

spoilery sketches featuring Queen Elinor and a certain bear….or should I say just Elinor?

“That’s me brothers! Wee devils, more like….”

I wonder what this movie would be like from Maudie the Maid’s POV…..

brainbubblegum:

Tattoos always come back to haunt you…

kgishfish:

Rapunzel and Merida: Their friendship hugs are FORBIDDEN!