This is how I spent my evening. How bout you?
Dunno why, but I’m tempted to add ‘at Torquay hotel’ to the subhead.
DOCTOR: Well, when I was a little boy, we used to live in a house that was perched halfway up the top of a mountain. And behind our house, there sat under a tree an old man—a hermit, a monk. He’d lived under this tree for half his lifetime, so they said, and he’d learned the secret of life. So, when my black day came, I went and asked him to help me.
JO: And he told you the secret? Well, what was it?
DOCTOR: Well, I’m coming to that, Jo, in my own time. Ah, I’ll never forget what it was like up there. All bleak and cold, it was—a few bare rocks with some weeds sprouting from them and some pathetic little patches of sludgy snow. It was just grey. Grey, grey, grey. Well, the tree the old man sat under, that was ancient and twisted and the old man himself was… he was as brittle and as dry as a leaf in the autumn.
JO: But what did he say?
DOCTOR: Nothing, not a word. He just sat there, silently, expressionless, and he listened while I poured out my troubles to him. I was too unhappy even for tears, I remember. And when I’d finished, he lifted a skeletal hand and… he pointed. Do you know what he pointed at?
JO: No.
DOCTOR: A flower. One of those little weeds. Just like a daisy it was. Well, I looked at it for a moment and suddenly I saw it through his eyes. It was simply glowing with life, like a perfectly cut jewel, and the colours! Well, the colours were deeper and richer than you could possibly imagine. Yes, it was the daisiest daisy I’d ever seen.
JO: And that was the secret of life? A daisy? Honestly, Doctor!
DOCTOR: Yes, I laughed too when I first heard it. So, later, I got up and I ran down that mountain and I found that the rocks weren’t grey at all—but they were red, brown and purple and gold. And those pathetic little patches of sludgy snow were shining white. Shining white in the sunlight. You still frightened, Jo?
DAISIEST DAISY AUTO REBLOG. ♥ ♥ ♥
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This popped up on my dash immediately after some Cardassian fan art. I’m now haunted by the nagging feeling that the classical tradition of iconography is basically drawing Cardassians (look at the noses! The foreheads!)
My brain is, I admit, a weird, weird, place.
(via fyeahcontemplatives)
FAVORITE LOTR CHARACTERS (in no particular order) - Eowyn
I love her. I love her face, I love her sword, I love her bravery, I love her hair, I love her way with words, I love her determination, I love her loyalty, I love her anger, I love her despair.
Eowyn was the first heroine I fell in love with. (And then came Susan, and then ALL THE REST.)
Éowyn wasn’t my first heroine (that must have been Alanna of Trebond), but THEN came Éowyn, and then ALL THE REST.
However, Éowyn’s fierce resentment and quiet despair still break my heart.
:D
Oh, look, a thing I made!
(via savagedamsel)
Mary and the Apostles at the Ascension of Christc. 801 -815
Kabinett Hüpsch Hessisches Landesmuseum, Darmstadt
