i still cry watching it








I’m excited and at the same time not ready even if it’s out in June.

*hugs prompto because he totally needs it* (hug him with me guys)

anonymous asked:

My personal fav Michael and Maria moment was when he visited her in the rain and cried in her bed. THAT'S when I became a huge Michael fan and started to realize they had something powerful. I still cry when I watch it

awww, that is such a beautiful moment! I should have mentioned it as well! so damn great. maria playing it all cold, ‘no matter what you say, mister, the answer is no. No, no, no, no, NO!’ and then there she is drying him with a towel, hehe. I love that. and the fact that she knows, SHE FUCKING KNOWS that he doesn’t want or can talk about it, that he just needs to be comforted and reassures him ‘it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me, it’s okay.’ She lets him know that she’s not gonna push it, not if he doesn’t want to tell her. if that doesn’t say everything about how much maria knows him and understands how he is feeling at that moment, I don’t know what does. don’t even get me started on how much michael TRUSTS HER  to show such vulnerability in her presence. I just– I can’t. I start thinking and talking about these idiots and I swear I could go on and on forever fueled only by the feels they give me.

so i knew moana was great about hiring south pacific actors but i just found out that alan tudyk (who they were reluctant to cast but eventually gave the bit part of the rooster) is the only actor in the film with no polynesian descent????? and now i’m crying????? please let every movie with poc characters from here on out take a note from moana’s book

Oh, he’s no stranger, we’ve met before, once upon a dream.

goodbye, forever, i literally can’t believe this happened,,,,

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As we watch this world burn,  a simple truth, so hard to learn. When things go wrong, it’s hard to see. It’s not just you, but also me. I will burn this world to the ground, I will burn it all down. Some men find creation in destruction. Others just want to watch the world burn.  (x)


…but look, look at the boy squad and the girl squad at the end credits of the last episode…even is part of the boy squad!!

Originally posted by pennytlr

A mix of things I love: summer, beaches and Lance ☆

Root & Shaw love scene with no background music. You hear everything. Thank me later. (Quality isn’t the greatest but…)


Matching icons for you and your almost forgotten bf/gf

Look at those faces they make, it’s gradually changed. So cute! So painful!


anon requested: the scene where philippe finds out about the chevalier’s arrest

I know what you are now.  I think I knew before, but, you know, after I sent that kid to the hospital, years ago, they said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true.  I was angry because of something else.  Something I’d lost.  Trying so hard since not to be angry.  Got me all defenseless, and I lost more, and more, and more… that’s not getting better.  I want to be angry.  When I ran home from college, on the bus I had this dream, or maybe I saw it out the window, last leaf on the tree finally blown off.  I’m so scared, all the time, and the fear *hurts*.  Feeling like everything is over, was over long before I got here, so long, hiding, or trying to outrun this.  I get it.  This won’t stop until I die, but when I die, I want it to hurt.  When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt.  Bad.  I want to lose.  I want to get beaten up.  I want to hold on.  Until I’m thrown off and everything ends.  And you know what?  Until that happens, I want to hope again and I want it to hurt.  Because that means it meant something.  It means I am… something, at least.  Heh.  Pretty amazing to be something, at least. […] I know this won’t save me in the end, but I don’t need it to save me forever, I just need it to save me now.
—  Mae Borowski, Night in the Woods