remember like 2 years ago when christmas stopped feeling like christmas for some reason
This post creeps me out because it is absolutely true
WHAT HAPPENED TO CHRISTMAS
eternally passionate about movie soundtracks and movie costumes and deleted scenes from movies and concept art for movies and scenery from movies and bloopers from movies and watching movies and movie theaters and just movies
Hello, my name is Strong Female Character, and my secret power is reaffirming the heterosexuality of the disproportionately male cast.
don’t let the patriarchy steal your basic human rights
if i’m ever rich i’m gonna always leave huge tips, like 200%. that’s like the dream. having enough money to give some waitress 40 bucks extra just because she’s nice.
I have my first job!
Because awesome fic is awesome and I love it.
People who believe that having a completely fucked up, abusive prison system is totally fine because ‘all the people there did bad things!’ are TERRIFYING.
imagine how pissed bucky got when he learned that steve jumped on a grenade in training camp
#Peggy tells the story with the utmost fondness#Bucky goes really still#and then sLOWLY turns to LOOK at Steve#who very pointedly is looking straight ahead#slowly starting to sweat as Bucky’s tries to glare a hole stRAIGHT THROUGH HIS THICK GODDAMN SKULL
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
Meg Giry was a fantastic dancer. Schooled by her mother, she cut through the air as easily as Christine's voice did. They were also well-matched in temper and humour, though Meg was far more protective. It was, perhaps, for this reason that Meg visited Christine in her dressing room often, especially with the threat of a theatre ghost looming like a black cloud over the chorus. This did not explain, however, Christine's flushed cheeks or Meg's self-satisfied smiles during rehearsals.
ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WOMAN