cripples, bastards and broken things

lotr meme: one film → the return of the king

blood stains the coliseum doors

lies on the lips of a priest

Bronze and glass sculptures by Miles Van Rensselaer | Artist Website

"If we can’t protect the earth, you can be damned well sure we’ll avenge it."

"What Disney Characters ALMOST Looked Like”

that flynn rider sketch omg,

THIS IS MY FAVORITE GIFSET IN THE HISTORY OF EVER

None of us can choose our destiny, Merlin. And none of us can escape it.

favourite songs from les misérables (part 1/2)

Heracleion: Submerged City of Ancient Egypt

Heracleion, was an ancient Egyptian city near Alexandria whose ruins are located in Abu Qir Bay, currently 6.5 km off the coast. Its legendary beginnings go back to as early as the 12th century BC, but until recently the city had been known only from a few literary and epigraphic sources including the writings of such ancient Greek historians as Diodorus and Strabo, as well as Herodotus.

Heracleion reportedly grew in importance from the 6th to the 4th century BC, as revealed by numerous archaeological finds… during the waning days of the Pharaohs… when it became Egypt’s main port. The city was originally built on some adjoining islands in the Nile delta, and was intersected by canals.

It was believed that Paris and Helen of Troy were stranded there on their flight from the jealous Menelaus, before the Trojan war began, and was further suggested that Heracles, himself, had visited the city, and that Heracleion had gained its name from him. The city had a large temple of Khonsou, son of Amun, who was known to the Greeks as Heracles. Pharaoh Nectanebo I made many additions to the temple in the 4th century B.C.

The city sank in the 6th or 7th century A.D., probably due to major earthquakes and floods. The ruins submerged in the sea were finally located and rediscovered by the French underwater archaeologist Franck Goddio in 2000.

The story we have been a part of will live long in the minds of men.

There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

oh captain my captain! we will follow you into the dark for you are our captain and your mind is sharp. you lead us and take us to new places far away but by your side  we are home.