(Fuck it. I’m not going to be on tumblr until Saturday afternnoon. Peace out, mofos.)
Once they were over with Balin, Thorin took the glass and looked up at Josephine. “How do I do this again? Do I just step on it?”
"You just crunch it lightly with your boot," she smiled, gazing over at the curious faces around them.
"And you look stunning." he smiled as he stood up on the tips of his toes to peck her lips/
Many of the women around them cooed and giggled as he kissed her on the lips. Josephine only smiled and chuckled as she whisked her husband towards Balin who was holding a small glass that the people of Dale made.
Seeing everyone stopping to watch them, Thorin smiled and took a step back as he pulled Josephine into a small twirl out and back into his arms. “It’s the Royal dance.” he said as he saw Josephine looking about her. “It’s just a custom for us to share a dance with the floor all to ourselves.”
"Ah…" she said in understanding. Although there were both different sizes, they managed to dance gracefully enough to prevent them from looking like fools. Once the song was over, she leaned down and pecked him on the cheek. "You look so handsome today," she whispered in his ear.
You want to know what the best thing was about Frozen? The fjord horses. Yes, you actually can shave their manes into different 2-tone patterns.
That’s so cool!
Fuck. Gonna deal with my last final exam. I hate math. I especially hate the instructor.
Ottoman Ivory-Hilted Yataghan Sword and Scabbard
- Dated: late 18th/early 19th century
- Culture: Ottoman
- Place of Origin: Turkey
- Medium: steel, gold, ivory, wood, leather, copper
- Inscriptions: signed as “Work of Ahmad” and the owner’s name “Owner Sayyid Salim Agha”
The sword has a slightly curved steel blade wholly decorated with gold overlay floral motifs and central cartouche comprising inscription to one side of blade with flanking smaller cartouches and inscriptions. The ivory hilt features the characteristic yataghan pommel, leather covered wooden scabbard tooled with cartouches, ensuite gilt copper chape and a lock with abstract band design and finial in form of a makara.
Source: Copyright © 2013 Islamic Arts
"You need to dance with your bride." Dis smiled. "Come here." She took her brother’s hand and led him over to Balin where she asked him to dance, whisking him away.
Thorin looked up to Josephine and then bowed low to the floor, standing back up with a smile as he held out his hand towards her. “Would you like to dance?”
"Of course, You Majesty," she teased, giving him a curtsy. Taking his hand, she walked towards the middle of the dance floor slowly waltzed with him. For some reason, no one else was on the floor except for them. Everyone was watching them with teary eyes. Josephine supposed that this was another dwarf tradition.