Greetings.

i haven’t seen this on my dash once

      The Queen wanted to roll her eyes at his words, but fought against the urge.                                   His arrogance had not left him, that was for certain.      And as much as he sounded sincere in his tone,     his display was reason enough for her to distrust the man with auburn hair.                                                        Elsa was not going to trust this man easily, if at all.                                                                                   She wasn’t like her sister,                               whose trust and innocence was not shattered by that fateful day,                                                                                                       her naivety still intact.

❝ You speak highly of yourself, Prince Hans, ❞ she paused, her demeanor unchanging and            her poise unwavering. Her hands still held tightly           to her body, but her gaze was as icy cold as the inside of her heart.

❝ And in light of events that have occurred, you may have                                   forgotten what you did to us,                                                 but I certainly have not. And the risk,—                                        is not worth it.                                                         At least when it deals with you.                                                            I humbly decline your offer.❞ 

❝I see a greater wisdom holds you back from accepting my proposal—                                                                               and that is fair.

❝However, if this deal is not one you will take,        I will ask another inquiry of you—

                                                          ❝—Not a barter such as this but instead                                                                                a simple request.❞

                                            The Prince of the Southern Isles clasped both his hands                                    lightly about his abdomen, the expression on his face growing more                  somber as he spoke.

                                                           ❝Tell me how to begin. If there may ever be                                                                  anything I might do to start to help recompense for what                                              I have done the last time I was here, I shall gladly do it.❞

                   the Queen replied with a hint of disgust in her tone. The complexity of his words was like a puzzle;               the true meaning of what he was saying            masked by metaphors and long sentences.                     ❝ Then you realize that obtaining my forgiveness                           will not be an easy task, nor will it come easily. ❞                              Elsa kept her hands clasped together                                  in front of her as a means of control,                                      her eyes never leaving his body.              Her head and eyes followed       the prince as he moved about the room but her composure remained unwavering and tall.                    ❝  I have little reason to trust you, as I’m sure you’re well aware.                                                      Why should I give you a chance? ❞

                                                 His head angled as Hans looked to Elsa, all honesty                                                        manifesting in his expression as something coming off                                                    as a bit cocky, even then—it would be deceit to                                                                    appear completely penitent, in the end.

                    ❝Then let me relieve your senses of listening for me for too long.

❝The precise purpose of a chance is to see if one can find a reason to trust the reward behind the risk, Queen.❞

                                He paused in his stride and measured his gaze equally against                                     Elsa's once more, awaiting her response with quiet calculation.

If there is one picture i post on here that i really wish y’all would reblog the fuck out of, it’s this one.

actress Arlene Martel, or as most of us know her, T’Pring, died today at the age of 78

nothing but best wishes and condolences to her family

this beautiful, talented actress will in no way be forgotten