Scarlett Johansson: "If you feel glamorous, you definitely look glamorous."

The beauty of this woman is amazing

What a wonderful actress, what a wonderful woman.

Beautiful Enchantress by Bambi-Killer

Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.

An Incantation John Collier, c. 1870 

"Well, doesn’t everyone live in the woods by that logic?" Rapunzel asked, pulling her hair back into a braid, and then standing with hands on her hips. She smiled, though. She had always wanted to camp! And now, with all her friends! It was a dream come true, really. 

"Do you need help with your tent?"

     "I had heard that there are to be cabins, one for each gender,       so tents won't be entirely necessary." An annoying thought to       Lillith, being more used to living solo, though the young woman       couldn't help but pull a small smile from the Enchantress. "You       seem very excited. That's too sweet."

On the way to Witch’s castle - Portland, Ore.

48 Shades of Lightning  Taken from last night’s thunderstorm. (color hues are unretouched)

"In any way you want, doll. Just use your imagination." He smirked.

"Tell me, you got any ideas?"

     "I have a few ideas." It took every bit of willpower within herself       to not turn the oaf into a rug then and there, but kept that urge       repressed for now. "But I'm sure yours are a bit different. Now       tell me, who exactly would you be, mon petit chasseur."

"I’m always fearful. Fear in you generates a huge energy. You can use it. When I feel that mounting fear, I think, ‘Oh yes, there it is’. It’s like petrol." - Dame Judi Dench

Reblog if you are a Beauty and the Beast RP blog.

I wish I were on yonder hill; 'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill 'Til every tear would turn a mill. * Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán… I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel, I’ll sell my only spinning wheel And buy my love a sword of steel. Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán… I’ll dye my petticoats; I’ll dye them red And ‘round the world I’ll beg for bread Until my parents shall wish me dead. Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán… I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, I wish I had my heart again And vainly think I’d not complain. Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán… But now my love has gone to France To try his fortune to advance. If he e’er comes back, ‘tis but a chance… Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán… — Siúil a Rún, Trad. Irish. * Translation: ‘May you go safely, my darling.’ Artwork: Siúil a Rún, by Vassantha.

"No need to lose your head. If you’re looking for a good time, look no further."

     She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his comment,      having to stop herself from changing into her older form      in an attempt to scare him. "Oh and you honestly think      you can form some sort of entertainment to me? How so?"