god-i-loved-her-in-the-movie

anonymous asked:

All the twilight talk is reminding me of that one story Robert had about a stalker of his - she was outside his hotels day after day for weeks on end, and finally he agreed to go on a date with her, but then on the date he made himself as boring as possible and complained about his work until she had her imaginary version of him completely shattered, like what an #icon

I REMEMBER THAT STORY BUT IF I’M REMEMBERING RIGHT HE DIDN’T TRY TO MAKE HIMSELF BORING ON PURPOSE HE WAS JUST KIND OF HIMSELF AND SPENT THE WHOLE DATE COMPLAINING ABOUT THINGS AND IT TURNED HER OFF SO COMPLETELY SHE STOPPED STALKING HIM

anonymous asked:

I LOVE YURI ON ICE !!!! AND I FING LOVE THE BOOK THIEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I DO TOO!!! Our class just watched the book thief movie today…not gonna lie, it was nothing compared to the book but rUDY (SPOILERS PLEASE STAY AWAY IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS) DYING IN THE MIDDLE OF HIM TRYING TO SAY THAT HE LOVES HER GOD I HATE MY LIFE

i saw miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children last night, and i. fell. in. love. with. miss. peregrine. like….

what a freakin badass. look at that crossbow. look at that confidence. anddd…

i mean… her hair is like fifteen different colors. it’s amazing. plus……………

every. god. damn. time. she. smoked. that. pipe. i swear ten years were added to my gay little life.

honestly thank god for eva green.

the true beauty and the beast ‘gay moment’

  • “who needs her when you’ve got us?”
  • “it’s never going to happen ladies”
  • “I’m not done with you yet” - “me neither”
  • LeFou looking dreamy and biting his bottom lip when Gaston says “picture it LeFou (…) adorable children running around while my love rubs my tired feet”
  • LeFou’s dreamy look turning into a frown the second Gaston adds ‘but what does Belle say?”
  • the whole Gaston song
  • “LeFou you’re the best. How is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” - “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it” + the Look
  • the nose boop
  • the dance with Stanley at the end

basically pretty much all the lefou scenes were gay because he’s gay af it wasn’t even subtext it was obvious and subtle at the same time goodbye

And my god, I hope you wake up one morning to someone who loves you like you’re a sunflower and they’re desperate to keep you alive.
I hope you dance with them in the small space of your kitchen floor, messy hair and tired eyes because you both been up all night watching movies again.
I hope you laugh with them in a way you never did with anyone else, head tilted back and lips apart as you let out every sound your laugh can possibly make and I hope to god you don’t try to cover your mouth. And if you do, because that’s okay, I know I sometimes do, I hope they stop you.
I hope they grab your hand before it ever comes in contact with your lips and I hope they hold it to their chest as they watch you with kind loving eyes. Because fuck, everyone knows you deserve it. And I hope you find someone who’ll accept you.
I hope they accept your messy hair in the early morning of the day and I hope they accept the way you sometimes talk too much and can’t seem to stop when you’re nervous or how you still cry yourself to sleep on some nights.
I hope they hold you and kiss you on the places where you’re most insecure at and I hope to god you let them.
I hope you find someone who makes you happy, even when you feel like sometimes, life is too hard for you. And I hope that when you both come across a tough situation and it comes down to a choice where you are one of them,
I hope they choose you. Every goddamn time, I hope they choose you.
—  A.M//for you
Jason Dean

I always end up crying because JD in the musical is so pure, he doesn’t know that what he is doing is wrong, because he has always been treated like that. When he goes to Veronica’s house in “Meant To Be Yours” he just wants to be with her, he wants to kill everyone who hurt them, because the only person who really loved him and supported him was her. When he finds finds her “dead” I always start sobbing. He is hurt. And then he really is a psycho. “Still I will if I must” is the line. Though the note he wrote was very powerful too. I think it is all because in the movie he wants to kill her, he is a murderer; in the musical he is just blind, but he really loves Veronica. He worships her. He trades his life for hers. Their love is God.

Oh God she’s beautiful. She’s beyond beautiful, she’s real. She seems funny too, and a hint of crazy, I can feel it. Beautiful, crazy, funny. Jesus Christ she’s perfect. And that’s really annoying. Really annoying.
—  Dell, Comet (2014)
  • Rick Riordan: Makes multiple characters of different races having to deal with racial discrimination
  • Rick Riordan: Makes multiple strong female characters who have to deal with misogyny
  • Rick Riordan: Makes multiple lgbt characters who have had to deal with homophobia
  • Rick Riordan: Makes multiple characters with different body types who have deal with weight and size
  • Rick Riordan: Makes multiple characters with different handicaps who learn to cope with them
  • Everyone: Eh
  • J.K. Rowling: Announces Dumbledore is gay two years after his death never mentioning it in the books or movies
  • Everyone: OH MY GOD THIS WOMAN IS MY HERO I LOVE HER SO MUCH THIS IS HOW WE SHOULD COMBAT HOMOPHOBIA ! THINK OF THE CHILDREN WHO READ THIS THEY MUST BE SO POSITIVELY IMPACTED !
timing (jughead jones x reader)

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pairing: jughead jones x reader

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request: hello i love your blog and i hope your week has been wonderful and i hope your next one will be as well!! also, may i request a jughead x reader (i just lóve him) in which the reader is a lot like audrey hepburn and juggy likes her a lot but doesnt feel good enough for her and then they get drunk off of red wine and the reader maybe lits up a cig and juggy watches her and then just whispers “dear god i love you” but the reader hears it? i hope you understand thank you so much 💞

He noticed something the first time he looked at you: a type of grace that flowed through your limbs, charismatic highs and lows to your voice, and the way you dressed like a cross between Betty and Veronica. “Has anyone ever told you you’re like someone out of a movie?” He asked you, sitting across from you in the booth at Pops.

You shrugged. “I’ve heard some things like that.”

You were instantly great friends, but unfortunately for him, he was not the only one to notice something when they looked at you. You caught a lot of people’s attention, but Jughead liked to think that they just noticed how you looked, or the way you walked, or something simple. Meanwhile, he noticed everything— your care for others, the way you spoke out even when your voice broke, the way you could be both so determined and playful, everything.

He felt like he wasn’t good enough for you and figured he should just leave you alone so he didn’t develop a weird obsession. But he never did develop an obsession, and something magnetized you to each other so neither of you felt like you could let go even if you tried. You had the same classes, the same group of friends, and took up the same space.

“I got us something,” You pulled out a bottle of red wine, and two plastic cups, and Jughead laughed— a deep, full, throwing-your-head-back laugh.

The space you were currently taking up was the roof of the shack at the drive-in. It was the last night it would be open, and Jughead probably should have been more afraid of the fact than he currently was, but you were a good distraction. Or maybe it wasn’t you that was distracting him, and it was actually the alcohol you had smuggled and shared.

“You know, I’m really sad about this place being demolished, and I haven’t even been here that long.” You sighed. “So I can only imagine how you feel.”

“I feel just fine,” Jughead insisted sarcastically.

“Protesting, meeting with the mayor, only things a very fine person would do,” You agreed back, a slight grin on your face.

“Yeah,” Jughead breathed, trying not to get caught up in your smile, and the way you may or may not have just called him very fine.

“Well, there’s only one thing to do when you’re sad,” You turned back to rummage through your bag.

“I thought we were already doing that,” Jughead raised his red-wine-filled plastic cup.

“Maybe for the blues, but nowhere near enough for the mean reds,” You firmly stated.

With that sentence it clicked in Jughead’s mind who you reminded him of— Audrey Hepburn. Yet somehow, when you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, he was surprised. “Really?”

You lit the cigarette and took a long, biologically suicidal, aesthetically pleasing drag. “You don’t know everything about me, Jones. Though you’ve gotten surprisingly close.”

It was ridiculous how much every little thing you did enchanted him, and he smirked incredulously. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you were real— you had many flaws, and they were evident to him, and he didn’t condone the lung cancer but it sure was a surprising trait. “God, I’m in love with you,” He murmured to himself, figuring you wouldn’t hear him, as you usually didn’t once it became this late, and he became this desperate.

“What?” You snapped your head towards him abruptly, not believing your ears.

“I—“ Jughead was about to clumsily attempt to cover up his excuse, but you didn’t seem as intoxicated as usual, and he figured that if you were going to be brave and passionate all the time— he should try to be, too. He paused for a moment, swallowing hard until he just said it— “I’m in love with you.”

“You sure that’s not just the…” You gestured to his wine cup. “Mean reds talking?”

“I’m sure. I know. I am in love with you, (Y/N).” He said it with conviction— now that it was already out there, it was easy to say it over and over, and it felt right. It felt good, and he wanted to say it a million times.

You were taken aback by his sudden shift in nature. “Well, I’ve never heard anyone say it to me like that before.”

“What do you mean?” He moved closer to you. “Say it how?“

“Honestly.”

“So…?” Jughead trailed, still awaiting a response.

You looked to the big screen for a moment, and noticed it was almost over. You grabbed Jughead by the hand and stood up, pulling him up with you. You saw he still had a fearful look on his face. “Don’t worry,” You assured him. “I’m just waiting for something.”

“For what?” He asked, moving closer to you, his arms circled around your waist now, holding you close despite your lack of reciprocation.

As soon as the movie’s end music began, you pressed your lips against his suddenly. You took off his beanie with one hand, the other running your fingers through it, pulling at his hair as he moaned into your mouth. When you pulled away, you gasped a little. When he starred into your eyes deeply, you turned your head to see the words “the end” showing on the screen. “Timing,” you whispered, pressing the beanie into is chest. You saw him hold it there above his heart with both hands, wonderstruck, before turning on your heel and walking away from him.

You liked him, but you didn’t love him— it was always harder than that to get an Audrey-Hepurn-esque girl to fall in love with you. But you smiled, knowing that in time, you would.

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“Adam Driver was the idea of Kathy Kennedy. Not that Adam Driver was the idea of Kathy Kennedy. For this movie, it was her idea. I mean, he existed prior. But she brought him up, and we immediately thought, ‘Oh my God, this guy would be amazing’.[…] And Adam would just go into these fantastic rages. Not at anyone, just sort of… It’s his process. But I loved the guy, and working with Adam was one of the highlights of my professional career. […]  And now we go to this scene, where we actually get a very different side of Kylo Ren. Where we see how unlike Vader he is. How tempestuous he is. How uncontrolled he is. […] We were really throwing sparks his way. I think the moment I actually just fell in love with Adam Driver was in his timing of this line. ‘Anything else?’” - J.J. Abrams

‘I know the way.’

I GOT TO SEE MOANA ON FRIDAY <3 Oh man, I haven’t talked about it, but I’ve been waiting since they released the concept art for this movie. It’s such a beautiful film, in visuals and story, and it’s the first time I’ve been truly excited for a Disney movie in a long time. It was a gorgeous show of culture, character and bravery. I LOVE Moana as a character, and it was so easy for me to connect with her.

PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. If you haven’t gone to see it yet, get off your butt and go see Moana RIGHT now. It’s so worth it. If anything, go for the animation, it’s so smooth and glittery and just… -goes to faint in a hole-

Quickfire with Sherlock actor Rupert Graves

 (Daily Mail, 1/1/17)

[Some answers we’ve seen before, some new ones - posted entire thing here so you don’t need to give the Fail any clicks :) Happy New Year!]

Guilty pleasure? Montepulciano red wine. I can drink it more easily than I can pronounce it.

Where is home? A townhouse in Islington, London, with my wife Susie and our five children, three boys and two girls.

Career plan B? I have no plan B, but I have all sorts of fantasy plan As, such as rock god and football star.

Who would play you in a movie of your life? Julie Walters, because I love her and she can do anything. I appeared with her in the film Intimate Relations in 1996.

Biggest bugbear? As a cyclist there are times when I wish the world was a bit flatter.

As a child you wanted to be… A zoologist – I’ve a passion for primates.

Your best quality? I try not to be judgmental.

And your worst? Failing, and being judgmental and angry.

How is it being a father of five? Fun if you embrace it, a pain if you resist.

Secret to a happy relationship? You have to be in love.

Last meal on earth? A selection from a fantastic place in New York called Up Thai, where every dish is delicious.

Dream dinner-party guests? Nelson Mandela, Oscar Wilde, Gore Vidal and Sinéad O’Connor.

Advice to teenage self? Don’t be afraid – do everything with abandon.

What do you see when you look in the mirror? A 53-year-old man. The good thing is that as you get older and your looks go, your eyesight deteriorates, too. [He needs a better mirror if he thinks his looks are going!]

On a day off we’d find you… Playing football, playing with the kids, strumming my guitar or trying to write.

Starstruck moment? Meeting the Queen Mother at a film premiere. I’m not a royalist, but my cynicism was disarmed by the glamour of royalty.

Career highlight? Highlights happen when you do a scene that transports you – they are like flashes of lightning. [I love this answer!]

Hangover cure? I don’t drink that much, but if I do I just grouch my way through it.

Biggest inspiration? Reading Anton Chekhov’s The Seagull when I was 13 or 14. I already knew I wanted to be an actor, but that play confirmed it.

One thing that would make your life better? Boundless energy. [Thought he had that already!]

Philosophy? Don’t philosophise, just get on with it.

Last film that made you cry? It’s the reaction of my children when watching films such as Finding Nemo that brings a tear to my eye.

Where would you time travel to? The building of the pyramids in Egypt, which is a genuine mystery – plus, it would be warm.

First record you bought? The World of David Bowie, which came out in 1970.

Most extravagant purchase? A 1965 sunburst Gibson guitar. [This one]

Biggest regret? Not learning to play football when I was younger.

Celebrity crush? Louise Brooks.

Happiness is… My family ticking along, everyone happy.

Rupert returns as Detective Inspector Lestrade in the new series of Sherlock tonight at 8.30pm on BBC One

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HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE TWO

GM GOODBYE RIARKLE

so here’s riley walking into class in GM Goodbye 

and here’s farkle’s face

this is right after GM Sweet Sixteen and everyone’s freaking out about Riley moving to London. Every looks so concerned except

except

EXCEPT

FOR FARKLE FUCKING MINKUS WHO IS LITERALLY JUST SITTING THERE GLARING AT HER THE FUCKING SECOND SHE WALKS INTO THE CLASSROOM. NO EMOTION OR ANYTHING, JUST GLARING AT HER LIKE “WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME!? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!? GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH, BUT I LOVE YOU, HOW COULD YOU!?!” 

loOK aT hIS GoDDaMN FaCE PeOPLe Oh mY GoD