fav movies ever

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favorite on-screen couples: gomez & morticia, the addams family and addams family values

― just think, someday we’ll be buried here. side by side, six feet under in matching coffins. our lifeless bodies rotting together for all eternity.

CUTEST

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the adventures of young indiana jones rewatch
↳ the trenches of hell, somme 1916

Belle and the Prince bond over Shakespeare and that’s nice, but I’m all for Gaston borrowing from the Bard (albeit unintentionally) in The Mob Song. 

“Screw your courage to the sticking place!” he yells, rallying the villagers, using the same expression that Lady Macbeth uses in Act 1, Scene 7 from the Scottish Play. 

My, what a guy. 

Alright so I don’t know if anyone else figured this out but when I was re-watching Howl’s Moving Castle it suddenly occurred to me that from the beginning Howl was searching for Sophie all along.Now let me just connect the dots here for a sec when Sophie time traveled back to Howl’s childhood she told him before she left that she knew how to help him now and to find her in the future. 

So the point that I’m trying to make is it wasn’t just a coincidence that he found her when he did and seemed to already know who she was. What do you think Howl meant when he said he’d been looking everywhere for her when he came to her rescue when being cornered by those soldiers who kelp flirting with her when she was in town?

Originally posted by likeoxgen

He literally was searching for Sophie throughout most of his life. Maybe just maybe he became a wizard in the first place just so he could use his magic to find her

Originally posted by howls-moving-feels

 I can’t believe I’m just figuring this out now but I had to share my thoughts here because honestly it makes so much sense.

Beauty and the Beast

A/N: A small drabble about one of my fav movies ever. 

This was the 4th time that Dean had joined you, this week. You were certain that he would have hated it the first time he saw the classic movie but each time he heard the familiar opening song, he came barreling towards your shared room and pulled you into his arms. The bed would always sink under his weight, forcing you to rest your head on his chest as he mumbled along to some of the songs.

“Okay, what gives? Since when do you like Disney?” you asked, pausing the movie. He protested, wanting to finish it. Standing at the foot of the bed with both your hands on your hips, you didn’t waver in your stare. A blush dusted his cheeks, emerald eyes darting nervously around the room.

“What? Is it a crime to like Disney now?”

“No, but since when do you like it? You’ve watched Beauty and the Beast with me every single time that I’ve watched it…what gives?” You didn’t want to make it a huge deal, frankly, you were overjoyed that Dean wanted to just lounge around and cuddle with you as you watched your favorite Disney movie – but there was something more that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“It’s stupid,” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. The first time he saw it, he swore he was gonna hate it. But when he actually payed attention the film, he would rather eat vegetables than admit that he was obsessed with it.

“Please, just tell me! I promise I won’t laugh, I’m just genuinely curious,” Crawling across the bed and over to his side, he knew there was no way he was going to get out of this conversation. With a sigh of defeat, he easily picked you up and sat you on his lap, gingerly tracing the skin that was exposed to the cool air of the night. The shirt that you were wearing was undoubtedly his, from the way it dwarfed you, the dark plaid was unlike anything your normally wore – he took pride in the fact that you willingly chose to rest in something of his.

“I like it because it reminds me of us.”

It took you a moment to process what he had said. He scowled as he saw you trying to fight off a grin.

“I knew you were gonna think it’s stupid!” he groaned, wanting to leave the room. However, you quickly wrapped your arms around him, a wide smile he couldn’t resist, gracing your lips. “Y/N, just let me go,”

“No, no. Stop, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I just – it’s cute.”

“That’s even worse!” He flopped himself onto his stomach, ignoring your giggling as you tried to get him to face you.

“Dean! Come on, I just want to understand.” You whined, “I will sit on you!”

His shoulder moved, indicating that he was chuckling at you. It only served to become even more persistent in your efforts to get him to open up. He had clearly spent quite some time thinking about this. He finally peaked out over his arms at you, taking in your messy hair and silly euphoric grin.

“You’re Belle and I’m the Beast,” he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Immediately your defenses went up, not knowing if something negative was going to come out of this. He must’ve seen the wariness in your eyes and quickly tried to explain himself. “The way we met, the way we, um, the way we fell in love. The beautiful, intelligent woman falling for the monster. It just, it reminds me that you chose me. Despite everything, despite who I am the life I live and the hell I drag you through…you chose me, Y/N.”

           Your heart constricted inside your chest, your throat tightened making it difficult to breathe. Oh, Dean.

“You got all this from a Disney movie?” you questioned breathlessly, eyes watering as you brushed your hands through his hair. He smiled sheepishly, hoisting himself up to face you.

“I do love a good chick flick moment, sweetheart.” He merely shrugged, hands placed on either side of your face and gently pressed a soft kiss against your lips.

“I’m always going to choose you, Beast.”

With a playful growl, his broad frame tackled you to the bed - endless laughter filling the shared room and for once you felt like a princess. A badass princess with a handsome beast.