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Trina Schart Hyman’s covers for Patricia C. Wrede’s Enchanted Forest Chronicles.
The very best editions of a delightful series! (I used to want a daughter named Cimorene…)
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THE LAST JEDI (2017) dir. Rian Johnson
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I heard life was a windin' road, there's no hounds or child around, but the Devil follows where I go.
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The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) dir. Garry Marshall
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Blue and purple stood the White Mountains, rising into peaks of jet, tipped with glimmering snows, flushed with the rose of morning.
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THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) Dir. Rob Marshall
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Happy Thanksgiving!
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You are a queen, her bear said. In Westeros. “It is such a long way,” she complained.
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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003) “Pangs”
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FRIENDS (1994-2004)
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“You’ve no right to starve people, to punish them for no reason. No right to take away their life and freedom. Those are things everyone is born with, and they’re not yours for the taking. Winning a war doesn’t give you that right. Having more weapons doesn’t give you that right. Being from the Capitol doesn’t give you that right. Nothing does.” ― Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes
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FRIENDS (1994-2004) ↳ 6.13 'The One with Rachel's Sister'
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#crowley's need to move unnecessarily closer to aziraphale
+ BONUS
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The Hunger Games Renaissance. The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023), dir. Francis Lawrence "“The District Twelve girl tribute is Lucy Gray Baird,” he said into a mic. The camera swept over the crowd of gray, hungry faces in gray, shapeless clothing, seeking the tribute. It zoomed in toward a disturbance, girls drawing back from the unfortunate chosen one. The audience gave a surprised murmur at the sight of her. Lucy Gray Baird stood upright in a dress made of a rainbow of ruffles, now raggedy but once fancy. Her dark, curly hair was pulled up and woven with limp wildflowers. Her colorful ensemble drew the eye, as to a tattered butterfly in a field of moths. She did not make straight for the stage but began to weave through the girls off to her right. It happened quickly. The dip of her hand into the ruffles at her hip, the wriggle of bright green transported from her pocket and deposited down the collar of a smirking redhead’s blouse, the rustle of her skirt as she moved on. Focus stayed on the victim, her smirk changing to an expression of horror, her shrieks as she fell to the ground, pawing at her clothes, the shouts of the mayor. And in the background, her assailant was still weaving, still gliding her way to the stage, not looking back even once."
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Source: tothless
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And it was his birthday, which was really lovely, so we embarrassed him, and we sang him Happy Birthday.