narrativepriorities:
Loosening up and trying out new brushes with a quick Major Kira break.
Because seriously, can there ever be enough Kira?
NO THERE CANNOT.
"
You know what I imagine,“ she said, looking towards me again. "Not so much the murdering of them as an abandon which disregards them completely. I imagine drinking wine until I’m so drunk I strip off my clothes and bathe in the mountain streams naked.”
I almost laughed. But it was a sublime amusement. I looked up at her, uncertain for a moment that I was hearing her correctly. But she had said these words and she wasn’t finished.
“And then I imagine going into the village,” she said, “and up into the inn and taking into my bed any men that come there-crude men, big men, old men, boys. Just lying there and taking them one after another, and feeling some magnificent triumph in it, some absolute release without a thought of what happens to your father or your brothers, whether they are alive or dead. In that moment I am purely myself. I belong to no one.
"
—Gabrielle de Lioncourt to her son Lestat - The Vampire Lestat (Anne Rice)
shoveaspockinit:
princehamlette:
I like to think of Amanda as the jet setter of Vulcan. Like everyone wears these drab clothes and then BAM! Lady Amanda walking down the street in these bright human colours and she is just gorgeous and all the fashion designers of Vulcan are all like ‘Ooh aah Ambassador Sarek’s bondmate is just so logically fabulous!’ She would be like this wonderful socialite in Shi’Khar and then you would see all of these Vulcan women start incorporating these bright fabrics and flowers and jewelry to complement their dull clothing.
/head cannon.
Lady Amanda can’t be tamed.
