maybe a little crying

Went and saw Beauty and the Beast, and I just had to share my experience because it was so pure?

So, like, I get into the theater, find myself a nice spot smack dab midscreen, which is WAY EASIER without thirty people traipsing in behind you in a group, lemme tell you, and I’m just sitting there, by my lonesome, scrolling tumblr and watching whatever weird stuff they’ve got on screen, and a family comes to sit in my row, which was the only empty one not right in front of the screen. Sat down what I thought was a seat away from me until I saw a little girl in an adorable ass red dress climbing over mom and dad to sit next to me. 

Totally fine. I was just off of center and they got to sit right in the middle of the screen, and when she finally gets settled this little girl looks up at me, with a soda half her size in one hand, and somehow both popcorn and candy in her tiny little lap, and she stage whispers to her mom:

“She’s by herself!”

Mom looks embarrassed, but I smile and wave off the apology. 

I go back to my phone, only to realize someone is tugging at my sleeve. Little girl looks up at me, all wide eyes and curiosity, and holds out a napkin filled with popcorn and chocolate. Like, I remember being a kid, and I remember how important candy and popcorn at the theater are, and I think she thought she was saving my life by offering this sustenance.

I almost fucking cried guys, kids are the best.

So I take it and thank her and let her talk my ear off for a few minutes until she needs a drink because she has been talking SO MUCH her mouth is dry. This kid is going places, guys, I’m telling you right now, because she picked up that cup the size of her torso like a champ and angled the straw just right and continued to try to talk to me around her gulps.

While this is happening, on the other side of me another mom and daughter sat down, and, turns out, the girls know each other. I’m guessing, based on the gumption of Red Dress, that they probably met in the lobby before they went into the theater. 

Girl number 2, I’ll call her Princess Dress, because it was a fantastic dress and when I told her so she proceeded to point to every princess along the neck and name them and give me their Stats, proceeds to have a conversation across me with Red Dress.

Both sets of parents were looking like they wanted to bury their heads in their hands, but I was having a blast.

Anyway, eventually lights go down, we get into the movie, and for the most part Red and Princess were content, although every so often Red made sure to pass me a handful of sticky half-melted chocolate. 

Watching a live action version of a movie that I watched for the first time when I was their age was a fuckin’ trip, man. Like. I got super emotional over things I didn’t expect to, and during the wolf scenes I was actually mildly distressed, because Princess was gripping the hand rest so hard on my right I thought she was gonna break it. Any scene I laughed or snorted at got a peal of laughter from my two new best friends, so hopefully no one has to go home and explain why I nearly snorted out my drink during “Be Our Guest” when they went for a visual gag for “After all miss, this is France!”.

During the ballroom scene, Red turned to her mom and whispered “The Beast is handsome!” and it took so much for me not to lean over and whisper back “Girl same.”

But my favorite, MY VERY FAVORITE part of this whole experience was when Gaston shot the Beast - FOR THE THIRD TIME HOLY HELL I KNEW IT WAS DARK BUT GODDAMN THIS IS A KIDS MOVIE ISN’T IT - Red patted my arm because yeah, okay, I was maybe crying a little, look, I know what happens but the movie made me feel things okay. Anyway, she like, pushes herself up in her seat and leans in close and she goes “It’s okay. He’s gonna be okay.”

The point is, children are so pure, and everyone should always watch movies with strangers.

Sorry I stumbled on a gif set the other day and couldn’t get this out of my head.

THEY BOTH DO IT. Who taught these boys this move? Do you think it was Peggy?

Peggy (1940s): If I tell them falling over is a Good Fighting Tactic™ do you think they’ll believe me?

Peggy (2010s): Huh.

skribblindaydreamer  asked:

boi i have this au where viktor moves into the neighborhood and yuuri is walking home one day and sees makkachin sitting in viktor's front yard and he's like *VICCHAN FEELS* and jumps the fence to pat and play with makkachin and maybe cry a little then viktor arrives home and he's like ??? who is this precious boy?? and yuuri's like PLS DONT CALL THE POLICE I JUST LIKE POODLES

SFJ;DSFJKDSLFJDKJDFK THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL AU

leaderly grumbles

Okay so I’ve seen a lot of fanart and fics where aged up Lance has scars on his skin, and man do I dig that aesthetic, but what if it’s the opposite? What if healing pods not only repair injuries to the point where there’s no scarring, but they also repair old damage? Like, say, regenerating tissues and cells to the point where the whole body is like brand new.

The scar that Lance’s sister gave him when he was four? Gone. The old burn he had when he was twelve and touched the stove? Like it was never there in the first place. And siblings fight, and Lance has a lot of siblings, so he’s bound to have many “battle” scars, but they’re wiped away, one by one  — like they were never there, like his past with his family never happened.

So maybe at some point, when he only has so many scars left, Lance starts fearing taking an injury, not because of pain and blood, but because that means another trip to a healing pod. Another mark of his past, proof that he really is a boy from Cuba, washed away like ocean foam. Maybe at some point, even if the injury is severe enough to warrant a visit to the pods, but not quite severe enough that it’d keep Lance from piloting Blue, he denies Coran when he suggests he visit the infirmary. Maybe he wants to heal naturally, welcoming new scars to join the old ones.

Maybe he learns to accept it, maybe he doesn’t. Maybe the birthmark on his hip is one day wiped away, replaced by unblemished tanned skin, and maybe Lance stays up till two crying because there’s so little left of who he used to be. What’s left of him that hasn’t been stomped on by parades of war and sullied with blood, tears and duty?

And maybe, when years have passed and the universe is finally well off that they can return home for a few vargas, maybe… Maybe Lance still looks the same.

Maybe all his visits to the healing pods; being exposed to their magic and quintessence has regenerated him to the point where he still looks exactly the same as he did when they snuck out of the Garrison that one oh so fateful night. Maybe it’s been two years, maybe it’s been ten, but the Paladins all look the same, to the dot, like they’re untouched by time. But Lance’s family doesn’t. His little sister, who used to only reach Lance’s hip, all pigtails and freckles, maybe she’s now tall enough to reach his chest and better at math than Lance will ever be. Maybe she has new scars Lance has never seen or kissed away.

Maybe his mom has worry lines and grey hairs Lance knows she didn’t have when he last saw her, and maybe she talks less than he remembers. Maybe she has to pinch herself when she first sees her son after however many years, because he hasn’t changed a bit. Maybe she breaks into tears at the sight of him, and her hug is just as warm and three times as tight as Lance remembers.

Maybe his siblings give him a new scar to cherish before there’s another planet, another crisis that needs Voltron.

Bangtan Bomb - Jungkook’s Graduation

Like I know we’re all Jungshook about this but I can’t help just to write this down.
Like when Jimin shared that short video where he congratulated to Jungkook and it was so sweet, boyfriendish and perfect back on that day, I was like, wow, my heartu 100% died. But no. That wasn’t even close to 100% considering this Bangtan Bomb. Like.
It was full of JiKook, but what got me completely shook was that conversation in car.

Originally posted by apgujeon

It’s not a ship (for me it never quite was, but that’s just because I’m relatively new, so all the proofs had been proven when I discovered JiKook) anymore. Like. It’s us, watching them on important day in their relationship. You don’t need to analyze the words - they play good amount of awesomness in this, but - just the freaking TONE of their voices. Like completely *in love* couple. Low, soft voice full of love, I would like to state that I consider myself to be a realist (more of a pessimist, really) but there’s nothing unrealistic about that voice.

You don’t talk like that to friends.
You don’t look like that at friends.
Your bodylanguage isn’t like that with friends.
That longing to touch, the way Jimin was completely turned towards Jungkook and comfortable.
There just was love.
Tons of love in all kinds of looks, words, tone of those words and bodylanguage. Did I mention eyes?
And when Jungkook was singing softly in the car, that hit me hard. And I think it hit Jimin, too.
Not even talking about “buy me an apartment then” joke, or Jimin being sad about not seeing Kook at his ceremony.
PS: Poor Tae, thirdweeling this time, he didn’t even had to say full two sentences because that lovelies kept talking in their little bubble. (It’s not like I’m mocking VKook shippers if some of you read this, just writing what I think about it ~~)

(Love) Letters

Harry Potter,
Last chance to accept my proposal of friendship. You don’t want to make a mistake you cannot erase.
Draco Malfoy.

Hey Putter,
I’d love the hit you with a few golf balls.
Malfoy.

Hey Potty,
Were you born that ugly, or did you get punched in the face too many times by your muggle family?
Malfoy.

Hey Scarhead,
How’s your frizzy-haired Mudblood girlfriend? And your pet orangutan?
Malfoy.

Hey Arselmouth,
I didn’t realise specky gits enjoyed murdering Hufflepuffs with snakes? I’m almost impressed.
Malfoy.

Hey Orphan,
Missing Mummy and Daddy?
Malfoy.

Hey Princess,
Did you hurt your head real bad when you fainted, or are you already damaged beyond repair?
Malfoy.

Hey Prickter,
I know you’re up to something. I know what Hagrid’s doing.
Malfoy.

Hey Prince,
Didn’t get enough attention last year? Had to cheat your way into championship? I don’t think you’ll last 5 minutes.
Malfoy.

Hey Porkie,
Are you still starving yourself? You’re like a bag of bones. Except with less fashion sense.
Malfoy.

Hey Pisster,
I can’t believe you’re still alive! Maybe die next time?
Malfoy.

Hey Pothead,
Is your little Mudblood still crying over a couple of words? Just learn, you must not tell lies.
Malfoy.

Hey Plonker,
Umbridge is looking for you.
Malfoy.

Hey Plantpot,
Umbridge can’t get into the room. She doesn’t know how.
Malfoy.

Potter,
Stop following me.
Malfoy.

Potter,
Seriously, stop following me. I’ll fucking kill you.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You almost killed me.
Draco.

Potter,
Where are you? Why did you leave?
Malfoy.

Potter,
These letters just keep getting brought back. Where are you? Are you dead?
Malfoy.

Potter,
Please come back.
Malfoy.

Potter,
I knew it was you.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You were in my house. You saw my house.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You can’t die. Please don’t die.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You fucking saved me.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You’re dead. You’re gone.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You aren’t dead.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You did it.
Malfoy.

Hello Potter,
Thank you, so much, for saving me. Thank you for saving my mother. Thank you for saving the entire wizarding world. I’m sorry for everything I did. And, I-
Sincerely, Malfoy.

Mr Potter,
Thank you so much for returning my wand.
Draco Malfoy.

Potter,
I don’t know how you did it, but thanks.
Malfoy.

Potter,
How do you unlock the staff room again?
Malfoy.

Hello Potter,
Granger is forcing me to ask you if you’d care to join us for drinks on Friday night. (You can say no.)
Malfoy.

Potter,
Are you still coming tonight?
Malfoy.

Hey Potter,
Thanks for last night. I’m sorry you had to see me like that.
Malfoy.

Hey Potter,
Do you want to go for a pint tonight, after work? I’ll pay?
Malfoy.

Hey Potter,
What time did you say you’re picking me up?
Draco.

Hey Harry,
Yesterday was amazing.
Draco.
Ps. We were always going to win!

Harry,
Are you sure I’m supposed to feel like this? Are you sure it was a muggle film? There was no misery potion involved?
Draco.

Harry,
Where did you learn to cook!?
Draco.

Harry,
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Draco.

Harry,
I miss you. When are you home?
Draco.

Harry,
I love you.
Draco.

Harry,
Are you sure this is a good idea? Last chance to back out?!
Draco.

Harry,
I’ve forgotten my keys..
Draco.

Harry,
YOU LEFT LAUNDRY ON THE FLOOR! AGAIN!!
Draco.

Harry,
Will you cook tonight? Pretty please?
D.

Harry,
You forgot your paperwork. I’ll send Hedwig.
D.

Hey Harry,
Come and find me, I’ve got your coffee!
D.

Harry,
Where’s my tie!?
D.

-

Marry me, Draco?
Harry.

I have this feeling...

That Jackie will break up with Marco at the start of season 3. It might be something like-

Marco: Jackie, Star is-
Jackie: I know. Star needs you, Marco. You’ve been with her on all her crazy adventures until now, and things wouldn’t turn out well if you didn’t follow her now. You need to go. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.
Marco: But Jackie, what about everything that’s going on here? I don’t know how long I’ll be gone-
Jackie: Marco-
Marco: But I can’t just just abandon Star, she’s in so much danger and all of Mewni is at stake-
Jackie: Marco.
Marco: I can’t leave her all by herself, all alone, but I can’t leave you either, I mean, what about us-
Jackie: Marco!
*Marco abruptly stops rambling and Jackie softly takes his hands, gaze toward the ground*
Jackie: I know. That’s why…
*Jackie lifts her eyes to meet Marco’s*
Jackie: I think we need to break up.

I AM CRYING

I CAN’T BELIEVE TAHEREH MAFI IS WRITING THREE (?!) NEW BOOKS FOR THE SHATTER ME SERIES AND THEY WILL BE WRITTEN IN BOTH WARNERS AND JULIETTES POV!!! JUST IMAGINE HOW MANY NEW JULIETTE BEING BADASS SCENES WE WILL READ!! AND HOW MANY HOT MAKE OUT SCENES THERE WILL BE BETWEEM WARNER AND HER AND HOW HOT HE IS AND HOW SOMEONE SMACK ADAM IN THE FACE (He deserves it tbh) I’M NOT READY BYE

Someone coming down with something, in those first couple days when it feels the worst - but they don’t look bad. They seem a little tired, maybe, and their co-workers joke about them having a late night, but that’s it. And since no-one says anything about them looking sick, they don’t ask for time off and they don’t try to take it easy. They work their whole shift, maybe even more, and all the while their throat hurts with that sharp, painful swelling that doesn’t go away, not even with aspirin. It doesn’t help to eat, only to drink hot things, so they’re downing tea or coffee like there’s no tomorrow, getting jittery from all that caffeine, yet still exhausted. Then the fever kicks in, and everything seems to take too much effort. They just want to lay down and die, but their co-workers haven’t noticed how shitty they feel. They can’t go home early, they’d feel way too guilty. So they work.

When they finally do get home, shaky from coffee and fever and lack of actual food, throat still distressingly sore, their roommate/S.O./family member takes one glance at them and is like, “Oh my god, honey, you look TERRIBLE! What’s wrong? Come sit down, baby, let me help you! You poor thing.” And they’re so happy to just sit and be cuddled.