I: Favorite all time character from the original trilogy of Star Wars films? D: If I have to chose one, and I think he chose me, it’s Darth. It’s like he appears in my nightmares, he’s there always. R: And in your dreams! D: I went to the set one day when Gareth was doing a test and I started listening to [Darth Vader noises] and, literally, I became six years old and freezed. I was like [obscenities]! I don’t feel that with anyone or anything. R: Not even with me? D: Not even with you. I mean, and our thing is special, but that is here. I’m sorry. I accepted it, I feel much better. Darth Vader!
it bothers me so much that one of the biggest complaints about BvS not being up to people’s tastes was the martha scene. like, you have the absolute freedom not to like a film, let alone a film that represents your favorite characters, but you don’t get to shit on the one scene that screams volumes about batman’s character, an aspect no other film and sometimes not even the comics dare to show this openly: bruce wayne was traumatized
there’s such a good chance bruce never dared to utter his mother’s name after his parents’ death, that he probably changed the subject or right out left the room when alfred so much as began mentioning her, and then he flat out hears it out of the mouth of the person he’s poured all his hate into, the individual he doesn’t even consider human up until that point? how can that moment be anything but bruce falling into complete disarray, even going as far as disassociating before his mind starts working in a polar opposite fashion? was that exhibition of vulnerability just not up to your standards of how big, bad, unbeatable batman is supposed to be?
i’ve seen so many people ever since i can remember just throw around “trauma” and “batman” in the same sentence because yeah yeah, we know that for batman to be born, bruce wayne had to lose his parents, who doesn’t know this, but you all did a 180 when suddenly we could now clearly see what that trauma meant when it came to grown up bruce wayne. it wasn’t just part of some dusted origin of a hero that’s been around since the dawn of our lives for most of us; it was out there straight in our faces this time. it was palpable. the sudden, almost irrational reaction to a name that ended up turning the tides so much that the entire film was changed in the last 20 minutes. a trigger word that means nothing to us but managed to make bruce’s vindictive stance lose all force, not because the word martha was blessed by three mystical wizards with mind-controlling powers clark found when he went for that mountain hike, but because trauma is different for everyone, it’s unexplainable to those who don’t understand, and because if “gum wrapper” or something equally harmless makes someone lose their shit because it’s closely associated with the worst night of their lives, it doesn’t need to be explained with flawless script writing. this is how trauma and the surviving days, months, years, your entire life afterwards work: it’s not pretty, it’s not coherent, it’s not cinematic, it might be downright silly to the ones unaffected, and it was portrayed as honestly as it should have been
Okay, you see this? These are jacket cover/inside cover of a book called “The Beast Within” written by Serena Valentino, who wrote other Disney books that are so amazing. I purchased her first Disney book in the Germany Pavilion in Epcot a few years ago and have bought every other book of hers since. But lemme tell you why this one is my favorite:
Not only is “Beauty and the Beast” one of my favorite films of all time, but the Beast is one of my favorite characters in any film. And this book makes him seem so much more understandable. It’s written in his perspective and there’s literally a scene where he’s so close to being an actual monster that he goes out to kill Belle after she runs away from him.
Did you hear me?
HE GOES TO KILL BELLE.
Of course, he fights the wolves that attack her because in his mind, he’s like “wait I can redeem my human status still” while the beast side is literally chanting “RIP THE FLESH OPEN AND SPILL HER BLOOD EVERYWHERE ALL OVER THE SNOW COVERED GROUND”.
Let me tell you, this book is so good. And it gives more backstory to Gaston (who is, as you guessed, one of my favorite Disney villains).
If you enjoyed the 2017 version of “Beauty and the Beast”, you’ll enjoy this book. It’s different than the film, but just as good, in my opinion.
I really really needed to draw these two after rewatching Belle. It has to be one of my favorite films, I love everything from the characters to the costuming to the score to the relationship/growth between Dido and Davinier
↳“If it had been you that he beat to a bloody pulp, if he had taken you from this world, I would’ve done nothing but search the planet for this pathetic pile of evil, death-worshiping garbage and then send him off to hell!”
Request: could you please do an imagine with tom holland where the age gap is like 5 years, and toms the older one, and they’re kinda scared to tell him but toms just like lol I like you too ? I know you wrote similar one with peter so it’s all good if you don’t wanna write this one, love all your writing by the way xx
It was nerve wracking to be the youngest person in the mcu at the time. You’d been cast as one of Peter’s best friends, one that had been added into the latest movie at the last minute, a character completely unfamiliar to the comics, and you were the youngest of the bunch. Even the x-men kids down at Sony weren’t even as young as you and now you were on the big screen, filming alongside some of your favorite characters in the history of everything.
Not only were you working with great characters but with more than great actors, more specifically Tom. It took you all of five minutes to fall in love with the guy, he was great to talk with, he constantly made you feel like you fit in on set, he was awkward but in a really cute nerdy way, and your damn hormones had gotten the better of you, making you fall in love. However, there was only one teeny tiny thing setting you back; Tom Holland just so happened to be five years older than you. Yes, you were 15 years old, coming in at the youngest player in the game of Marvel.
Most everyone was twice your age if not more but here everyone was at least a bit closer to you in age but there was still that damn age gap between you and all of your coworkers. To say that this realization but a damper on your mood would be putting it lightly. You almost felt inferior to everyone else due to your age, sometimes they even directly contributed to that little nagging inferior feeling.
More often than not you were the butt of everyone’s joke, whether that be your small size (puberty was still trying to make it’s way to you) or the fact that you were so young. So despite Tom’s best efforts to make you feel accepted amongst everyone you still felt like shit every time you walked on set.
The teasing especially got bad in breaks and lunches. Every time you’d even set foot within one of your coworkers you were bound to be roasted for something and honestly you’d had enough. You wanted to quit filming, go back home and pretend like you never got this bit of fame but you Had a contract, an eight movie contract over the course of 6 years. You had to put up with all this ridicule for six years and you honestly didn’t even want to fathom what the later years were going to bring you.
The stress of filming (aka your coworkers) was finally starting to get to you and you’d had enough. As soon as the director called for a break you ran off, locking yourself in your trailer to avoid any confrontation with anyone. With a shaky sigh you slump against your door, burying your face in your hands as you attempted to soothe your nerves so that when someone came to retrieve you you’d be ready to face everyone. However, this happened a bit earlier than you had expected as a slight knock on your trailer door pulled you away from your hands.
“Hey, (Y/N)?” Tom’s voice rings in your ears, involuntarily making your cheeks heat up. “You in here?”
“Y-Yeah,” You manage, your voice shakier than intended.
“Are you okay?” His tone sounds hesitant, as though he was scared of asking you if you were alright.
“Yeah, I’m good, just a bit of a headache,” You lie through your teeth, wincing when you realized how fake your tone sounds.
“…can I come in?” God, if you said no he was going to know something was up, even through all this shit you had been absolutely chipper, putting on a fake smile even though the ridicule infuriated you beyond belief. If you started acting strange now Tom would most definitely know what was wrong.
“Sure,” You mutter, quickly turning the lock so he could open the door. Not even a moment later the door opened, revealing a rather concerned looking Tom.
“Um…” Tom closes the door behind him, leaving the two of you encased in the trailer. “Are you sure you’re okay (Y/N)? You seem…off recently,” You nod your head, gulping as you lied once again.
“Yeah, I think the stress of everything is just getting to me-”
“(Y/N), you are the worst liar on the face of this planet, don’t even try to deny it, now will you please tell me what’s really wrong?” You crack a small smile at his joke, even when you were feeling super shitty he was able to make you smile. But your smile soon dissipated when you realized that Tom had figured you out, he knew something was up and he wasn’t going to drop it until he knew what was wrong. So as of right now you had two options; tell him the truth and have your heartbroken by your best friend, or make up another lie that he was most likely going to be able to see through. So with a sigh and heavy heart you began to spill your heart out.
“Well, there’s this guy I like on set but since everyone is so much older than me I doubt he’d ever like me back and I guess it just makes me really sad,” Tom nods, his lips pressed into a thin line. “And I guess all the ridicule doesn’t really help either,” You mumble, your gaze falling to your fingers as you pick at your nails, anything to avoid Tom’s gaze.
“(Y/N)…do you-” He scoffs lightly at himself, almost in disbelief of what he was going to ask. “Do you like me?” You gulp, the line of your throat bobbing as Tom hit the head of the nail straight on, having already figured out your predicament weeks ago.
“I’m sorry!” You squeak, your voice a few octaves higher than intended. “I know you probably just see me as a kid and I get that but-”
“(Y/N),” Tom places his hands on your shoulders gently, efficiently shushing you gently. “It’s okay,” He stares at you softly, some form of twinkle in his eyes as he does. “I uh…I kinda like you too,” You immediately perk up at this, not quite believing the words that had just come from his own lips. “I just thought that the age gap would weird you out and-” You immediately shake your head no, staring up at him with wide eyes. Tom gives you a little smile, an almost relived chuckle falling from his lips. “You know…if we got together it’d kinda be illegal and frowned upon,” You nod your head, slumping down in defeat once again. “But I think I can wait three years for you,” You look up at him with a faint smile, your hopes rising once again.
“Really?” You ask softly, not quite believing his words yet again. Tom nods, smiling a bit brighter than before.
“Yeah, it’s not that too far down the road, we won’t even be filming our next movie by then,” You nod your head, your spirits a bit brighter than when you left the set. “Now why don’t you come out and eat lunch with us?” You nod your head yet again, smiling widely.
It may be a few years before the two of you could ever get together but you knew it was going to be well worth the wait.
Princess Leia was always my favorite; she was the first female character I saw in a film that didn’t need a man to rescue her. She could fight for herself. She may have been a “princess” but she was a lot stronger than any princess before that time. I still love how she pretty much bad mouthed Vader within 5 minutes into A New Hope. I still cry when Han says “I know.” After Leia says “I love you.”
Star Wars formed my childhood. I don’t what my life would be without Princess Leia as a role model. Prayers to her family, the fandom, and the casts of any of these incredible films in the franchise.
·fuck,,, I’m not crying,, you are,,
·"that was my favorite mug" “I’m not a box of avocados” and then “beware the light” caliban please save my soul
·my first thought: why the fuck is Wheatley in this movie
·my last thought: FUcK
·the part that had me crying (besides the end) was when they wheeled Charles out of the arcade place and he kept on whispering “I’m sorry”
·WHEN LAURA FUCKING TURNED THE CROSS OVER TO MAKE AN X FUCKING DESTROYED ME
·can we talk about the fact that they put X24 in a fucking black tank top to show that he was evil omg
·LAURAS SPEECH AT THE END AHHH
·but in all seriousness, I’ve grown up with the x-men films and two of my favorite characters are gone. Just like that. These characters have been as a part of my life as my fucking dad has and I am literally still crying. It is so sad to see them go. Thank you, Hugh Jackman and Patrick Stewart. You will be missed so, so, so, so so much by me, my family, and I’m sure many others.