An angel (from the Greek ἄγγελος ángelos, “messenger”) is a supernatural being or spirit, often depicted in humanoid form with feathered wings on their backs and halos around their heads. They may act to protect or help people.

Demons stand on the opposite side of the cosmic balance from angels. A demon is considered an unclean spirit, a fallen angel, or a spirit of unknown type which may cause demonic possession, calling for an exorcism.

make me choosedanefonda asked: “Over the Rainbow” or "The Man That Got Away"?

brace yourselves… w i n t e r   i s   c o m i n g

A ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sɪᴅᴇ

There are those who say fate is something beyond our command. That destiny is not our own, but I know better. Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it.

Who does this castle belong to? Everything here belongs to me.

another meme i won’t finish ● {3/20} female characters - Princess Leia Organa

 I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but from now on you’ll do as I tell you, okay? 

LOTR meme♦ 9 Characters  
6. Gandalf
“The Dark Lord has Nine. But we have One, mightier than they: the White Rider. He has passed through the fire and the abyss, and they shall fear him. We will go where he leads.

Audrey Hepburn & Humphrey Bogart in Sabrina; 1954.

Guinevere Fest | Day 3: Favourite Outfit

No, I am a widow. On your honour, Sir, don’t call me Queen
Guinevere lived out the rest of her days in a convent, she didn’t speak to the sisters about her days as a young girl in love with a Knight or when she was  Queen of a collapsing Kingdom, and they didn’t ask. Her years after the downfall of Camelot was filled with sorrowed thoughts; of her first & true love, the life that was stolen from her by destiny, the children she never had, the King who breathed his final days with another she named brother and a kind Lady whose heart grew cold that she had once called sister. In her final years Guinevere found peace in faith and regained spirit, though by then the once timid carefree girl with bright eyes was long gone.

"Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine… but I don’t know what your favorite color is?" he says. A smile creeps onto my lips. "Green. What’s yours?"  "Orange," he says. "Orange? Like Effie’s hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says.

                                           More like … s u n s e t .

"Your favorite color…it’s green?" "That’s right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. Not bright orange.

                                                            But soft. Like the s u n s e t.

 ”At least, that’s what you told me once.”

"I wanted to show that this poor guy is trapped by shadows, and she’s stuck in the light. And the hand that reaches out to touch her isn’t even a human hand anymore.”

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory