make every effort to bring a smile on your face and bask in happiness all day when I manage to do so even if it’s just for one moment. But then I see the way your eyes sparkle when you see her and that’s when I know- in the movie of my life, I am that side heroine who is doomed to have her heartbroken just so the hero can realise his love for the heroine. I am that girl who everyone knows is bound to be dumped at the end without any closure just so the hero can meet the love of his life. But I can’t - won’t do it anymore. I can’t be anyone’s consolation prize. I deserve so much more. So I turn away ‘cause I am the writer of my own f*cking movie. I won’t tolerate this sh*t for anyone. I owe this to myself.
It's only after seeing those BTS gifsthat I can fully appreciate how beautifully Chirrut moves, because his clothes have that faux-cape thing and normally those would impede on the movements of trained martial artists (because lbr those things could hit you in the face if you move too fast) but Donnie Yen makes it looks like an extension of his body and moves so gracefully that I could just stare at gifs of him beating up stormtroopers forever and not be bored