b&w gifs - nov 1485 / colored gifs - dec 1487
ƒar away was the time when he 'fought' with his fencing master to impress his betrothed stealthily observing him. Two years. Two hectic years. Their Prince Arthur. A pretender. Her coronation. Two years during which they had both aged. Two years during which care and affection had appeared between them. "I do not want to see you on, or near a battlefield anymore,"
I do not want to lose y o ushe stated sudddenly, forcing him to look up from his work. A closed smile formed on his thin lips. "Are you giving an order to your King?" "No. To my husband." There was a tone in her voice that suggested him to listen carefully, and Henry focused on her face: the small lines around her mouth, the tense fit of her jaw, the typically kind yet dark blue eyes. Concern. "Your hands are not made to hold a sword," she said, “They are made to hold me. Just m e ,” —and that was the closest to I love you Elizabeth had ever come.
"I am H e n r y T u d o r, heir to the Lancastrian throne and one day I will be King of England."
Richard, Duke of Gloucester, was the youngest son of Richard, Duke of York and Cecily Neville. By the time his brother became King Edward IV, when Richard was just eleven, he had already endured many hardships, including the deaths of his beloved father and eldest brother Edmund, and foreign exile. However, he soon proved himself to be a young man of character: he was a valiant warrior and a fiercely loyal subject. Though he (likely already) had two illegitimate children when he married Anne Neville, he seems to have been faithful to her—highly unusual for the time. Richard was, of course, hardly a saint. Yet while questions remain concerning his actions following Edward’s death in 1483, the fact remains that he was a remarkably successful and socially-conscious king despite his his brief reign. He died bravely in the summer of 1485 and remains the last English king to have fallen in battle.
Here’s a few links you could try! They’re all faceless photos of people.
- FACELESS BALLET DANCERS
- FACELESS BLONDE GIRLS
- FACELESS BRIDE & GROOM
- FACELESS BRUNETTE BALLET
- FACELESS COUPLES
- FACELESS GIRL/GIRL
- FACELESS MALE BALLET
- FACELESS MEN IN HOSPITALS
- FACELESS MEN WITH TATTOOS
- FACELESS MISCELLANEOUS
- FACELESS MISCELLANEOUS 2
- FACELESS POLYAMOROUS GIRLS
- FACELESS TEENAGERS
Besides these, here are some things you can type into Google and Weheartit.
- Faceless Blonde
- Faceless Boy
- Faceless Brunette
- Faceless Girl
- Faceless Photography
Hope it helps!
Russian Ark (dir. Alexander Sokurov, 2002)
Mockingjay Part 1, Characters + Promotional Images
In revolutionary school, as vicious as Musain rule,
I got my feelings bruised by the leader in red
And I propped to the bar, as he told me
“R, you’re good for nothing, fool”
and I hear every word that he said.
“Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were — damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn’t true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn’t be different for them, because they weren’t special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can’t be. There, now. Isn’t that the scariest story you’ve ever heard?”
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