if you don't love this movie you are wrong

my fave parts in beauty and the beast:

  • gaston dragging agathe in front of the whole town and then just going like ‘no offense agathe’
  • when lefou asked gaston whether he seriously wanted to be part of belle’s family
  • “is that fair?” - “i don’t care”
  • when gaston told belle that she just had to find the right man and she was all like ‘it’s a small village i’ve met everyone’ like what kind of savage
  • “BE FREE!” iconic
  • lefou spelling gaston’s name
  • beast dragging belle for her taste in shakespeare
  • belle holding back tears when she’s in the library for the first time honestly same
  • lefou’s smile upon realizing that maurice was still alive
  • “there’s a beast running wild, there’s no question, but i fear the wrong monster’s released”
  • maestro cadenza going “ouch” when gaston ditches lefou
  • when chip apologized to maurice for moving and maurice was just like ‘it’s alright’ and then he fucking bolted
  • luke evans singing
  • EVERMORE
  • “too much?” - “…yep”
  • belle teaching that little girl how to read
  • “i didn’t think she would say yes!”
  • when everyone was changed back
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#yo witwer i’m really happy for you #imma let you finish #but what’s it gonna take to get the rest of you in a star wars movie??? #BECAUSE I NEED IT NOW BRO

anonymous asked:

Totally agree with your movie vs. tv Magnus Bane post. I would also love to see what you have to say about the "preferring GG's Magnus with MD Alec's" thing cause I've also noticed it & it rubs me the wrong way. I just can't quite put my finger on the exact underlying reasons why people do it. First instinct is "It's cause GG "passes" & HSJr does not", but I don't think that's the case here. My other guess is "Magnus is better as a pretty prop, don't want to face that asians are ppl" ...

Hi! Thanks! You saw my tags :) Yeah, truth be told, my blood pressure rises, whenever I see an edit / a fic or a shipping suggestion with Godfrey’s Magnus and MD’s Alec. Personally, I see it as nothing more than racism and fetishization with a weird mix of colorism.

I wouldn’t say that Godfrey’s “passing” but, for whatever unfathomable reason, some people do:

Sometimes I read that I’m not 100 per cent Chinese, because I don’t look all that Chinese

I really have no idea why. Maybe because he’s tall or something… I’ve seen a lot of people thinking similarly in regards of Gemma Chan, and saying that she is biracial (which she isn’t). And that’s another thing I’ll never understand. Racism has a lot to do with this, for sure.  

I’ve actually seen one fic writer saying that they imagine only Godfrey’s Magnus with MD’s Alec when writing “because Godfrey is hot”. Basically, the implication here is that:

  • They don’t find Harry attractive enough [you-know-why.gif]
  • Their whitefave “deserves” only the “hot” Asian.

It’s fetishization and racism all in one ugly package. Neither Harry nor Godfrey deserve this kind of crap.

Godfrey doesn’t deserve it because this kind of thing:

Isn’t a “compliment”. It’s ugly racism. 

anonymous asked:

So I just recently watched Train to Busan(I was sobbing man) and I've also been getting really into Mark of NCT. Could you maybe do a Scenario with like Train to Busan concept and Mark and the reader just met and he saves her and they stay together. Happy ending please, don't do my wrong like the movie 😭love you!😘

Originally posted by jonqins

Pairing : reader x mark

Genre : train to busan/ apocalypse AU

A/N : this was such a cool and fun request thank you for sending it in !! So sorry it took ages to post it tho ehe

tee xx

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“Okay make sure you get off at the right station. If you miss Busan you’ll have to get off at another station and catch another train”

“Yes mum” I mumbled barely listening to what she was saying. I tried to navigate myself through the crowd and find the platform that my train would be on. My mum and I had been planning my trip down to see her in Busan for months. She’d moved to get closer to the sea while I’d stayed in Seoul with my dad.

The train arrived and slowed to a stop. I waited for people to step out of the train before I got in and searched for my seat. Knowing this train was a popular one I had reserved a seat to make sure I wouldn’t be left stranded. As soon as I sat down a boy with short light brown hair and and almond eyes sat down next to me. He had earphones in and smiled slightly at me as a greeting. I bowed my head and looked out of the window.

After a few stops I needed to go to the bathroom. I got up in search for a toilet and found one on the other side of my cabin. As I open the door to leave the same boy from earlier rushes in and slams the door shut.

“Hey okay you’re safe I thought you might have been attacked” he panted scanning me with this eyes.

“What? Attacked? What are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“Okay this sounds crazy and I wouldn’t believe it myself if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. But, something is changing people into zombies. They’re running all over the train and infecting as many people as they can.”

I scoffed “look dude if this is some weird way to get us in a quiet place together or to get my number then it’s not working”. I opened the door to leave when a bunch of heads turned to look at me. Their eyes were completely white and they had blood dripping from their mouths onto their clothes and hands.

I froze. A scream was lodged in my throat and my brain was screaming for me to move, to do something. But I stood there motionless staring ahead of me as the creatures slowly made their way towards me. Out of nowhere the boy behind me lunged at the the door and closed it making sure to lock it. We heard banging and scratching coming from the other side and the doorknob turned but they failed to come in. I panted looking at the guy who was still stood stuck on the door. His chest was moving up and down at an alarming rate but he still seemed to scan me, maybe to see if I was okay.

“I hate to be the guy who says this but I told you so. Oh and for the record if I wanted your number I’d be a lot smoother”

“This is not the time to get cocky boy. Why the hell are there zombies outside? Zombies only exist in movies don’t they? What is going on?” I started rambling walking back and forth in the tiny bathroom. We needed to get out, I needed to warn my mum. Where there zombies all over the country? Had they already gotten to my parents? Where they dead?

“Hey stop you’re making me dizzy and you’re overthinking.That’s not gonna help us in anyway” He grabbed hold of my shoulders looking me in the eyes. “We should find out how far this has spread have you got your phone with you?”

I nodded frantically pulling it out of my pocket. I had texts and missed calls from everyone I knew including both my parents.

“Good. Now look for as much information on what is going on as you can. Answer everyone later we need to have an escape route and find a way out okay?” His voice was so calm and reassuring cutting through all the worst case scenarios playing in my head. “I’m Mark by the way” he held out his hand and I shook it.

“Y/n” I answered.

Suddenly all the lights turned off and the constant banging from across the door stopped. Everything stayed eerily silent until the lights came on again. Mark and I looked at each other understanding one another. They got confused in the dark and if we wanted to escape we’d have to escape next time we go through a tunnel.

“Mark it says here Busan has been marked as a safe haven and is the closest city to us” I showed him the article on my phone and he nodded scrolling through his.

“We go through a tunnel in 10 minutes then we have approximately 5 minutes to run from here to cabin C. It’s where all the others ran to stay safe.”

I gulped and nodded. This was our one shot and if we didn’t make it we’d probably die. We stood together counting  down the minutes and holding onto each other’s hand.

“You ready” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm”

“Okay now”

As if on cue the noise stopped and we slowly slid the door open. We tiptoed around the zombies closest to us and began running through cabin after cabin. I tripped over something on the floor and felt a hand grab onto my ankle. Before I could scream Mark kicked at it and helped me up. Time was running out and we still had one more cabin to run through. We got to the closed door and Mark knocked 3 times then twice. It opened slightly and the face of an older man appeared. He let us in and just as the train left the tunnel he closed the door, barricading it.

Mark and I stood panting, clinging onto each other. There were so many people watching us, from old men and women to tiny little babies and children.

“Busan is the safest place for us and it’s the next stop. We need to get off before we’re seen by those .. things” I said wondering if they had any plans of their owns. Everyone nodded and resumed what they had been doing earlier. They all seemed just as scared and lost as I felt.

I stayed in Mark’s arms until we reached our destination and left the train. We walked past  wounded corpses on the floor and crashed trains. This wasn’t what the Busan train station was meant to look like. I choked back tears as Mark reassuringly squeezed my hand and we made our way into Busan.

choi-cocomimi  asked:

Hey~~ How are you doing? By the way, is it me or Youngjae gained some weight? I don't say that negatively, I will love if he gains more weight (i love chubby cheeks haha) anyway I'm maybe wrong... Do you know what's his favorite movie?

Hey dear, 

Oh I’m glad you actually said that because I thought I was the only one who noticed it. I’m so happy that our Youngjae gained weight even just for his chubby cheeks..kekeke I realized it during the GOT7 Japan tour especially in this photo, 

I don’t know if it’s because he was laughing while the photo was taken but look at him a month ago, 

Not only that, look at his thighs too…I love that now he has more meat on his thigh cuz honestly I really really love Youngjae’s thick thighs. kekeke

I am so happy that our Youngjae is getting better and healthier each day because knowing that he is not well really hurts me. So, seeing him gained weight even just for on his cheeks just made me happy though I still want him to gain more weight since he still looks skinny to me. Whatever it is, I’m just happy seeing him happy & healthy.

Oh please don’t mention to Youngjae that he gained weight because I’m sure if he reads comments saying he gained weight probably he would work out to shed those few pounds he gained. kekeke 

Oh ya, Youngjae favorite movie so far that he mentioned is Pitch Perfect 

Carry on characters as things I have said
  • Simon: Why procrastinate when I can just abandon and start a new career as a stripper?
  • Agatha: I think we have a better chance at passing our exams by studying instead of bribing the teacher by talking to her about gossip.
  • Penny: No I don't have OCD- yes I know all my books are arranged in an alpabetical order- yes I kow I have over a 200, that's not the point.
  • Baz: Listen up bitch, if you're looking for me, well you're gonna find me- wait that sounded wrong -it's a french expression isn't it?
  • Fiona: You don't get to tell me what to do! You're not my moth- oh wait, I forgot you actually are.
  • Ebb: He held the door for me, I said omg and broke down sobbing.
  • Nicodemus: No I don't wanna go see a romance movie with you, why pay to be fed propaganda, love isn't real.
  • Natasha Pitch: I'd hit you, but i don't wanna get my hands dirty.
  • Dev and Niall: Wait- you've been gay this whole time and you didn't tell me?
  • The numpties: The only miracle I want is to find a blanket under this couch because I'm too lazy to get one from upstairs.

anonymous asked:

Imagine being so full of yourself that you think you created a meme, you write yourself into the Wikipedia (ip addresses don't lie!), and say you should be in the next movie... you ain't shit sweetie.

1) if u think i’m taking any of this seriously yr 600% wrong and i would absolutely love to see some IP address evidence that i edited a wikipedia page. They literally list that so go ahead and pull that sucker up.

2) now if you think my name is Brandt Luke Zorn and I woke up at 4am to edit myself into a wikipedia page yr wack as hell

3) if the babadook gets a sequel i will fly out to whatever weird cave you live in and let you personally roundhouse kick my giant head off my body

You know that last post got me thinking: what is up with the these alleged fans who don’t think Star Wars is funny? Don’t get me wrong: I absolutely am here for the Skywalker Family Drama (because hello I have a pulse) and the Kenobi Sads and the Lore but like…at the end of the day? Star Wars is ridiculous! It’s so delightfully humorous. How do people not see this?! Who are these guys and why don’t they want to actually have fun with any of this nonsense?

“I don’t know much about relationships. I don’t know anything about love. All I want, like, in this whole world, is to just keep talking to you. I wanna know how your day was, where you wanna eat, and I wanna argue with you. And I wanna hear all your theories, even the ones that are just completely, you know, wrong. And I know it’s not that simple. I just believe that if you are really willing to continue having this conversation with me, then we can figure the rest out.”

The first time.

So I’m probably going to get hate for saying this but tbh I don’t care about the skin color of TV characters or movie characters. At all.

I don’t friggin care about “whitewashing”

I don’t care if the entire cast is black

I don’t care if the entire cast is white

I don’t care if the entire cast is purple with polkadots made out of the friggin color from H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Colour Out of Space”

LISTEN: You don’t need a character to have the same skin color as you to be able to relate to them.

You do not need a character to have the same skin color as you to be able to enjoy them.

And believe me, I know. I’m not black and yet there are some black characters whom I really relate to and enjoy.

Case in point? Iris West from CW’s The Flash. For the first season I was kinda neutral towards her, but when she landed a journalistic job and became more aware of Barry’s feelings towards her I really started to grow attached. I’m a journalistic writer like Iris, I’ve got two siblings like Iris, I’m here for emotional support like Iris, if my brother/boyfriend was a superhero I’d probably run around getting myself into trouble like Iris, too. #IrisWestIsTheNextLoisLane

My point is that you don’t have to have the same skin color as someone to be able to relate to them!

My point is that skin color doesn’t matter because we’re all humans. People of every ethnicity go through the same struggles, such as:

  • Depression
  • Anxiety
  • Love
  • Heartache
  • Loss
  • Abuse
  • Rape
  • Poverty
  • Loneliness
  • Responsibility
  • Guilt
  • Emptiness
  • Hopelessness
  • Envy
  • Vanity & Pride
  • Anger
  • Yeah basically all the 7 deadly sins

I could go on but I think y’all get the point.

I just can’t see any reason for why we need to have exactly 25% black characters and 25% Asian characters and 25% Muslim characters and–

like, for the love of Dormammu I don’t care, just give me a compelling character who’s going through a relatable struggle

I can understand why it would matter if you’re trying to make a film that focuses specifically on racism, or the Holocaust, or oppression as a key theme. Then I can understand why casting and skin color matters.

But the vast majority of entertainment are about superheroes and ninja turtles and starship captains and elves and teenage drama and adult drama. Most of these shows and movies take place in privileged America where your biggest dilemma is the fact that they took Doctor Who off of Netflix, not the fact that you fear getting shot in the streets because of your skin color.

To clarify: I’m not against having a diverse cast. I’m not saying that we should just turn a blind eye to racism. I’m not saying hate crimes don’t happen in America.

What I’m saying is that if you really want to make a change, focus less on entertainment (which you are so very privileged to receive in the first place) and more on the REAL issues in the world, like the fact that people are dying for being LGBT, women are being raped. Stop complaining about how some dumb TV show didn’t cast enough black people and try doing something substantial for once. Go out and join a club that actually raises funds to help people or something.

I feel like we’re getting worked up over all the wrong things.

Sorry if I triggered anyone out there.

Originally posted by robotjedi

anonymous asked:

OK so I'm getting married tomorrow and I'm shitting myself in case something goes horribly wrong and she changes her mind or something and I love her to death so I don't want that to happen, what the fuck do I do.

Okay so let me tell you the honest thing about weddings:

- If your partner was going to back out she’d have done so already by now. She’s marrying you, so she obviously loves you. Despite movies it’s extremely rare and unlikely to be left at the altar. Just trust that she loves you if she’s marrying you, because uncertainty or doubting her on that front is not a great way to start a marriage. People don’t just change their minds on the day of their wedding.

- Some shit WILL go wrong. It won’t be related to you actually marrying her. But let me tell you, weddings are basically just giant parties disguised to look classy and shit WILL GO SO WRONG. Our wedding cake melted in the summer heat and slid apart, requiring emergency surgery to fix it. Our balloons all deflated overnight, since my mother and brothers-in-law did it themselves with helium tanks rather than do it professionally. My uncle who was the wedding car driver woke up the day of the wedding with horrific diarrhoea so he missed it and Alex had to get driven to the hall in someone else’s car. My own damn parents both forgot their phones and so couldn’t film the ceremony. SHIT WILL GO WRONG. And it will be the best day of your life and those things will be hilarious to look back on. Trust me.

Congratulations and good luck mon ami.

He's Your Ex Husband and Him And Your Daughter Don't Celebrate Christmas With You

Masterlist 

Waking up on Christmas morning is inevitably a joyful feeling. It’s the day for giving and receiving, loving and sharing. Although, this Christmas, Y/n woke up feeling a knew level of loneliness. Harry, her ex husband, is celebrating this years holiday at his girlfriends house. Y/n’s daughter, Tracie, is joining them as well, since Harry had begged to celebrate Christmas with her and his girlfriend at once. Y/n couldn’t say no, considering Harry rarely got to see Tracie with the busyness of his job. She took it as she wasn’t invited. Harry’s new girlfriend, Cara, and her had never gotten along. It was a typical ex wife and new girlfriend move, constant and uncontrollable feelings of jealousy the more minutes spent with one another. 

Sighing, Y/n hops out of bed. She has no plans for the day, so she immediately heads out for a walk. She’s aware of the bitter cold air, and the ice forming around her, but she figures that maybe, just maybe, something could relate to how she’s felt these last couple of months. Hugging the jacket closer, Y/n shivers at the gusts of white winds blowing against her. Her fragile body becoming even more sensitive, and she quickly partakes in the action of taking out a cigarette. Placing it between her lips, lighting it, she is more calm that she has been. 

How did she get so lonely so fast? That’s all she’s been wondering for the past couple of months. She used to be the happiest woman on Earth. Gifted with a beautiful baby girl. Gifted with the perfect husband. Gifted with a roof over her head and love in the air. She doesn’t understand why it ended up with her, walking alone on Christmas morning, burning the pain away. 

A part of her blames Harry. The other parts don’t want to, because she’s undoubtably in love with him, and she wants to forgive him for the mistakes he’s made. But that other part of her, that big part of her, knows that this wouldn’t be her new life if he just would have just loved her. A month after Tracie was born, Harry had told Y/n that he had met another woman. He met her at a business meeting, where she was hired to work under his new company. Ever since the day they met, he had loved her. Harry didn’t cheat, per say, but he had fallen out of love with his wife and fallen in love with a client. It surly was enough to file for divorce, where Y/n later gained custody of Tracie. 

In the thoughts of her daughter, Y/n begins to wonder what she’s doing. What gifts she’s unwrapping, her reactions to them. What Christmas song they’re listening to, if she knows the words. What food they’re making for her, if she’s devoured every bit of it. She decides to call in. It’s around noon, and she knows without a doubt that they are already done, or nearly done, with her gifts. 

Taking a seat on the nearest park bench, Y/n calls Harry. Tracie is opening her last gift when Harry gets the call from Y/n. 

“Tracie! It’s mummy!” Harry calls, smiling before answering the call. 

“Y/n! Merry Christmas!” He cheers. 

“Mummy, mummy, mummy!” Tracie chants, rushing over to her father as she jumps on top of him. 

“Merry Christmas! How is everything going?” Y/n asks, discreetly taking a drag of her half-finished cigarette. 

“It’s going great! Tracie just opened her last gift. Which I believe was a—”

 "A new American Girl Doll! We got matching pajamas and everything!“ Tracie squeals.

"That’s amazing, baby! Mumma misses you very much. You’re going to have to show me your new twin tomorrow, honey!" 

"No! No! I want to show you today! Daddy, can we visit mummy? I miss her and I want her to play dolls with me!" 

"Baby, Cara wanted us to—" 

"But I want mummy.” Tracie pouts, tugging at the hem of his shirt in desperation. 

 Harry sighs, looking at his daughter with so much care and love. Who could say no to her begs? He doesn’t want to see her sad, especially on her favorite holiday. 

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Y/n, we’ll meet you in a bit. Maybe after some lunch at tea?”

 Y/n smiles slightly, throwing her now used up cigarette on the concrete before stepping on it with the bottom of her boots. 

“That’s fine. I have to clean up the house anyways, if you guys are coming over. How about I make some food, or something?" 

"Whatever works for you. We’ll be there in two or so hours. I suppose we can exchange gifts today then?" 

"That’s fine. I should start getting to work. See you later, Harry, bye!" 

After hanging up, Y/n’s quick to walk back to her house. It wasn’t planned for her to see Tracie or Harry until tomorrow evening. She’s been planning on going through a lonely, sad, long Christmas. But now she’s going to be with the two people she loves with all her heart, and she can’t be more excited. 

The first hour and a half have been consisting of constant cleaning and baking. Once everything was complete, she sat down to watch Tracie’s favorite, The Polar Express, to see if her mood would brighten to it’s fullest. It’s in this moment, where she is sitting alone, on Christmas, and having nobody to turn to her time of sadness when she realizes that she misses Harry. Now more than ever, she wishes she could hold him how she had before. She wishes they could love each other the way they used to, that is, if he ever loved her back. It was times like these when she usually had Tracie to pull her back up, but she doesn’t have her now, when she needs her most. And she can’t help but to cry for her pathetic feelings she has for her ex husband, and how much she still relies on him for the sake of her happiness. 

 Wiping her tears, Y/n hears the front door open without warning. 

"Mummy! Mummy!” Tracie calls, clapping her hands in the air in excitement. 

“Oh my little angel!” Y/n cheers, lifting her tiny body up until her neck reached her face. 

She buried her face in her daughter’s neck, thankful for her to be home when she most needed her. 

 "Missed you so much. So, so much" Y/n whispers, peppering soft kisses along her neck. “

That tickles, mummy, that tickles!” Tracie laughs, her squeals of sensitivity bouncing off the walls. She places her down on the floor, and Tracie immediately takes off to watch The Polar Express. Y/n laughs to herself, shaking her head before turning to look at Harry. He looks concerned, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s quick to hug her, and she could tell he was trying his best to make her feel better, for whatever the reason she was upset. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/n” he smiles. 

“Merry Christmas." 

It turns silent, and the only thing that they could make out was the movie blaring from the speakers. Y/n wipes her eyes again, remnants of tears still leaving evidence upon her skin. 

"Well, shall we join Tracie?" 

"Y/n, what’s wrong?" 

"I don't—" 

"I know you more than anybody. I’ve studied every part of you, I know you too much to know something is wrong." 

"Nothing’s wrong! Can we please just watch the movie?” Y/n begs, scared that she’ll end up showing her true emotions. 

“Y/n, why don’t you talk to me anymore? You used to always talk to me.” Harry frowns at his words, because he finally realizes that it hurts him that she doesn’t talk to him like she used to. To this day, even despite the fact he is in love with another woman, Y/n will always be the biggest part of him. She was his everything, his everything and all. But not in the way she used to be. 

“I don’t have to talk to you anymore.” She cries, “besides, it doesn’t matter. Nothing’s changed. I’m always negative, I’ve always been negative. That’s why you fell out of love with me, right? Lets just watch the movie, okay?" 

Harry frowns, but quickly obliges to her suggestion. 

They take a seat on the couch, sitting close together, because that’s how Tracie likes it. Half way through the movie, Tracie has drifted ff to sleep. She had woken up too early to stay up all day, but she wouldn’t be missing much to begin with. 

 "Y/n?” Harry whispers. 

“Mhm?” He fidgets, nervous at what he was about to do.

 Harry figures that what he’s about to do needs to be done, to bring some closure for himself. Maybe even to help her. He has never seen Y/n this upset in his life. She just looks so lost, almost disconnected from her surroundings. Tracie has told him that she cries at night, but he never knew why. But he can  see it now. The way she shies away from him, closes all her barriers around him, he can see it  now. He knows it’s him, it’s him that makes her cry, that makes her burn her insides with toxic, and that makes her lose trust in him.

“Can—can I hold you?”

Y/n’s eyes go wide. What? Why would he ask her that? Why would he do that to her? She’s dying to say no, because he doesn’t love her anymore, but she’s still in love with him, and this will bring her even more pain. 

But she needs this. She needs the comfort and the love and the support she’s had lack of. What else was she supposed to do?

Without replying, she moves into his body. His strong arms hold her tightly against him, as in a way to keep her close. This is all he wants, for her to realize that it doesn’t have to be so bad. She doesn’t have to be so sad.

“I care for you, more than anything. I may be in love with Cara, and madly in love with her, but Y/n, you’re you. My first kiss, my first time, my first love. I gave you everything. You gave me everything. I opened up to you in ways I haven’t even opened up to myself. You showed me the God damn world, Y/n. I still love you. I love you so, so much. I always will. You’re always apart of something in me. I just want you to remember that." 

Y/n has silent tears running down her face. She’s rubbing his skin with her thumb. She’s upset. Upset because she loves him more than anybody. Upset because she will never be able to let him go. She knows she should, she knows. But she can’t. She will never. 

"I just wish it could be how it was before” she sniffles, her gaze blank, falling on the floor. 

Harry pushes her back towards him a bit more, maybe for her body to shield his broken heart. Maybe just to try and understand why he couldn’t love her like that anymore. He doesn’t know. But it was instinct to hold her; protect her. Because he’s still protective of her. He doesn’t want her to shatter and break to pieces. 

“I wish it could be, too.” he whispers. “I really wish it could be.”

"You don't have a family, do you?" // Dally Imagine

Requested by @ponygirlcurtis11

Me and my boyfriend, Dally, had just finished our movie at the nightly double and were about to go home.
“Well, I’ll see you later, I guess,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“Yeah,” I said, sighing. I loved our dates because they made me feel like I belonged. I had no family and no home, I just slept on park benches or anywhere I could find. Of course, as far as Dally knew, I had a home and a family. But that wasn’t true.
He could see something was wrong, and he said, “You don’t have a family, do you?” I felt the tears stinging behind my eyes and I looked down and shuffled my feet. “Look, I got a room at Buck’s and if you need somewhere to stay you can always come to my place…” “Oh, Dal, you don’t have to do that. Besides, Buck’s never been too fond of me anyhow,” I said. “No, I want you to have somewhere safe to go. Buck will let you stay there as long as I’m paying rent. And if he doesn’t, well… he can take that up with me.” He put his arm around me and kissed my head. “Everything’s gonna work out, I promise.”

Send to see how my muse responds
  • "Take a chance on me."
  • "I'm the shell of a person that I used to be."
  • "I believe in you."
  • "From now on, I'm yours. Forever."
  • "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
  • "I'm so grateful to you."
  • "Nothing here is right."
  • "Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down."
  • "Did you met anyone?"
  • "People down here think I'm crazy, but I don't care."
  • "Why heart doesn't listen common sense?"
  • "With you it felt like in the movies."
  • "Kiss my ass!"
  • "I really want to make a love connection."
  • "I'm not afraid to face a little bit of danger."
  • "Let's get away just for one day."
  • "I wanted to vent but I never said nothing at all."
  • "What I did to you to make you hate me?"
  • "I ain’t censoring myself for nobody."
  • "Don't you ever wonder how we survive?"
  • "I'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching."
  • "Save me."
  • "I should've known better."
  • "This can't be happening to me."
  • "I know it's already over now."
  • "You don't have to pretend that you didn't notice me."
  • "Raise your glass!"
  • "I would any day die for you."
  • "You touch me in many ways."
  • "Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?"
  • "Would you kill to prove you're right?"
  • "Where is your God?"
  • "I want to show sun to you."
  • "Let's get down to business."
  • "Let's save the world."
  • "I think about you too much."
  • "This isn't normal anymore."
  • "You are my only one."
  • "This is the best time."
  • "What ever can happen."
  • "I've always been like this."
  • "I'm kind of outsider."
  • "It is easy to get me wrong if you don't know me."
ASDF Movie Sentence Meme
  • "Look out he's got a gun!"
  • "You gotta help me man!"
  • "My tie is evil and it's gonna kill me!"
  • "Please don't hurt me"
  • "What the hell is wrong with you?"
  • "Ahhhh, why would you do this?"
  • "Tell my children I love them"
  • "I baked you a pie"
  • "I like trains"
  • "Hey, it's says gullible on the ceiling"
  • "Haha! They said I could never teach a llama to drive!"
  • "How did I get here?"
  • "Hahaha, I can't read"
  • "I'm allergic to adorableness!"
  • "Hey man look at my new dog"
  • "Screw gravity"
  • "There's something on your face!" *punches* "It was pain!"
  • "I am punching your salad"
  • "Buy me more jewellery!"
  • "This is a robbery"
  • "I want to be a pie!"
  • "Well, I stole your face"
  • "It worked! My time machine worked!"
  • "Banana fight!"
  • "Alien attack!"
  • "Throw the CHEESE!"
  • "It's so beautiful out here"
  • "Yeah, it's me, you, and the moon"
  • "Hey, do you want to play some video games?"
  • "I work at the muffin factory"
  • "We are so in sync"
  • "I'm going to punch you in the face"
  • "I'm going to punch your face, in the face"
  • "Hello and welcome to standing up school"
  • "Oh, a puppy!"
  • "I have no idea how to breathe"
  • "Here comes the aeroplane"
  • "You're a nerd!"
  • "But I want to die!"
  • "Hey, _______, do you want to go to the prom with me?"
  • "I am a very tall midget"
  • "I love you, baby"
  • "Stay away from my baby"
  • "But mother, I love him"
  • "I'm afraid of back stories"
  • "When did this all start?"
  • "This is the worst date ever!"
  • "My boyfriend said I'm the most beautiful girl in the world"
  • "Oh no! Giant flying sheep!"
  • "You're leaving me?"
  • "You're adopted"
  • "Would you like to see a magic trick?"
8

15 Days Dream Team (Twilight) Challenge ― Day 1 ― Favorite character:
Edward Cullen.

Shout out to everyone else in the Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children fandom that is slowly watching it become popularized (and leaving the actual book in the dust.)