Samantha — Wise cracking firebender with a Lannister's pride and ambition coupled with the mannerisms of a Tyrell. A proud Star Sapphire who prides love and amibtion above all things. Take a look at my favorite characters, maybe it'd be more definitive. I'm just another passionate and fragmentary girl with her eyes set on success...more?
Women of Note; Isadora Duncan
1877-1927. Isadora is considered by many to be the creator of modern dance. She was born in New York and did not leave America until 1899, one year after the SS Mohegan sunk—a British passenger steamer carrying her father, who died in the accident. She traveled to Europe, achieving success in cities such as London and Paris and quickly becoming an inspiration to other artists, poets and authors. In 1913 her likeness was carved over the entrance to the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées.
A communist, she expressed her views on stage—memorably in Boston, when she bared her breast to the audience and exclaimed, “This is red, so am I!”. She had two children out of wedlock and was married in 1922 to a Russian poet, 18 years her junior; Sergei Yesenin. Sergei was an alcoholic and left Isadora after a year, returning to Moscow—he committed suicide at 30 years old. After her husband’s death, Isadora had a passionate affair with another poet, Mercedes de Acosta, and love letters between the two women can be traced all the way into 1927, the year Isadora died. In one, she wrote: ”Mercedes, lead me with your little strong hands and I will follow you—to the top of a mountain. To the end of the world. Wherever you wish.”
Isadora died in France, when one end of the scarf she was wearing became caught in the wheels of her automobile and her neck was broken. The incident, infamous and iconic, is referenced in several artworks including plays, novels and poetry, such as in Sylvia Plath’s poem, Fever 103; One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel…
(via gerutha)
WITH ALL THAT SPECULATION I COULDN’T RESIST SO
HAVE A SAKURA RELEASING THE YIN SEALLLLLL
Can I just say that Naruto’s dismissal of Sakura really pissed me off.
I mean okay he’s worried she just healed him okay whateves she seemed fine to me and Sasuke is her fucking teammate too and she should have every right to fight alongside him with Naruto bitch please
Sometimes, I feel it’s not just Naruto. But even Kakashi? And maybe Sasuke (although that’s difficult to discern apart from the “!!!” from chapter 631 at her arrival). At this point, we should recall that Sakura has yet to learn the entire truth behind the Uchiha massacre and Sasuke’s decisions. I still can’t believe they held the truth against her. She’s a part of Team 7, irregardless of whether she’s a medic or a woman. I always feel like Naruto himself have some sort of “savior” complex, possibly derived from his desire to be a hokage and accepted and maybe also due to his genin days with Sakura. But he should know now, more than ever, that Sakura is capable of handling herself. That’s why I’m really glad that Kishi established that moment with Sakura - her calling them out on their bullshit.
(via shannaros)
Ivan Aivazovsky, Battle of Chesma (detail), 1848
(Source: sophistae, via khaleesiha)
I used to be gold. First prize
collarbones, atomic number
79.
I think of our bodies unhinging.
Dismantling a masterpiece we
worked so hard to build with
creased hands. A workshop of
cracking spines to straighten out
the way we would slouch.
Maintenance was: drilling openings
inside each others joints, stitching
ligaments, embroidering our hopes
beneath surfaces in cryptic codes
unseen.
When I arrived I was sun. Already
sweltering inside your pores,
glazing skin in honey residue.
My promises rinsed over in drizzling
rain, marinating your bones, flooding,
breaking into the current network
of your nerves.
Often, all I have are promises.
It starts with a loud rumbling noise
from the inside out, a vicious clap of
thunder rendering breathing patterns
defenceless. An expansion of pressure
that is too close for comfort.
When I think of slipped disks,
they remind me of those stepping stones
we crossed towards the Colosseum
we had in our minds.
We hung expectations from our shoulders.
Self depreciation is a gale force wind
who knocks once, twice, strikes fragility
down with her fury—ungluing the grip
beneath my feet, begging that I get familiar
with my knees.
She says, “You’re going to have to look at
them up close if you want to learn how to assess damage.”
When I unzipped my ribcage I saw those
impressions that you’d left on my heart,
ransacked awareness told me you’d been
here, moulding yourself between my
ventricles.
Last night I set a fire,
and watched as it burn the end
of the rope that I’d been holding
to keep you
close.
Carice van Houten by Marc de Groot
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Kebechet - Parented by gods of both light and darkness (Anubis and Anput), the snake goddess was the last known “Lady of Balance”. Kebechet (spelt in Hieroglyphs as Qeb-Hwt, and also transliterated as Kebhut, Kebehut, Qébéhout, and Kabechet) was the deification of embalming liquid - her name meaning cooling water. As the goddess of freshness and purification via water, she washed the entrails of the deceased and was thought to give water to the spirits of the dead while they waited for the mummification process to be complete where she would fortify the body against corruption so it would stay fresh for reanimation by the deceased’s ka. She’s depicted as a snake with a body of stars, or simply as a woman with the head of a snake, although in rare instances she was pictured as an ostrich, which is representative of Ma’at (purity/righteousness).
