bert-and-ernie-are-gay:

kluckleberry:

#while bbc sherlock is at the stage where sherlock and john are finally discovering their love for each other #the movies have flown straight past flirting and into husband land

Interviewer: Tell us about your relationship with Robert Downey Jr on set.
Jude Law: Oh, I love him. I love him.
Interviewer: Yeah? You had a bit of a bromance going on there.
Jude Law: What is this new term everyone is using?
Interviewer: Bromance?
Jude Law: Oh, it’s a horrible term. What about just a romance?
Interviewer: No, it’s not the same.
Jude Law: Why not? Why?
Interviewer: Cause then you’d have to star in a romantic comedy together or something.
Jude Law: We just have. Have you not seen it? [x]


darkwingsnark:

the-goddamazon:

musingsofanawkwardblackgirl:

foreverpruned:

black-american-queen:

dapenguinninja:

giddytf2:

gyrojojo:

leylatimur:

yeeees

why is Ursula shunned from King Triton’s society? does it have something to do with being more powerful than him? why does King Triton have a magical trident, being otherwise a pretty regular merman? Ursula is a witch, if anyone should have a magical artifact it should be her, did King Triton steal it?

and finally, Ursula didn’t do Ariel much wrong

Ariel wanted some legs (and a vagina) and Ursula told her flat out that in the surface world you can have a vagina or a voice, not both

i’d watch the hell out of a movie about Ursula

Ursula told her flat out that in the surface world you can have a vagina or a voice, not both”

ohhhh shit though, ursula was being too real about the world

although perhaps a bit too literal

Okay, these were all excellent points and I’ll never see The Little Mermaid the same way again.

I laughed at that caption at first then the reality actually hit me

you can have a vagina or a voice, not both”

Bruh… Little mermaid was deep.

Ursula gave the game to Ariel:

"The men up there don’t like a lot of blather.
They think a girl who gossips is a boor.
And on land it’s much preferred for ladies not to say a word,
and she who holds her tongue gets a man.”

^^^

Literally the whole song “Poor Unfortunate Souls” was Ursula asking Ariel if she was sure that was the kind of life she wanted. She told Ariel EXACTLY what to expect and exactly what would happen should she fail to uphold her end of the bargain. Ursula was 100% honest with her. Ariel STILL said yes because she was naive.

And notice Eric wasn’t too distraught about Ariel not having a voice during their time together? After he got over the initial shock, he was like “Okay, cool, I’LL do all the talking and you just look pretty.”

Can we get a whole line-up of movies about our villains, though? I really am more interested in their backstories than anything.

EXCEPT everyone seems to be forgetting the fact Ursula interfered and  tried to stop Ariel from getting with Eric, by using magic and posing as another woman to be a big non-consensual love triangle. Not to mention that helping Ariel out was all for the sake of getting Triton to come in there and save his daughter when things went sour— so Ursula could have the triton. I mean, I’m all for an Ursula backstory movie— I LOVE me some Ursula— but don’t forget that she WAS a villain. 


pen-strokes-and-music-notes:

A Compilation of Stucky Posts, part three

Part One: http://pen-strokes-and-music-notes.tumblr.com/post/85553444111/a-compulation-of-beautifully-eloquent-stucky

Part Two: http://pen-strokes-and-music-notes.tumblr.com/post/87815054472/a-compilation-of-stucky-posts-part-two-part

pen-strokes-and-music-notes:

A Compilation of Stucky Posts, part two

Part One: http://pen-strokes-and-music-notes.tumblr.com/post/85553444111/a-compulation-of-beautifully-eloquent-stucky

Part Three: http://pen-strokes-and-music-notes.tumblr.com/post/87815310827/a-compilation-of-stucky-posts-part-three-part

pen-strokes-and-music-notes:

A compulation of beautifully eloquent Stucky posts.

Bless you Tumblr.

Part Two:
http://pen-strokes-and-music-notes.tumblr.com/post/87815054472/a-compilation-of-stucky-posts-part-two-part
Part Three:
http://pen-strokes-and-music-notes.tumblr.com/post/87815310827/a-compilation-of-stucky-posts-part-three-part

http://gladers.co.vu/post/100330810943/cutefeyrac-jewish-bucky-who-only-went-to

cutefeyrac:

jewish bucky who only went to synagogue until his bar mitzvah and never felt very religious

jewish bucky who doesn’t put up his mother’s mezuzah when he moves in with steve because he doesn’t want to draw the attention to their apartment, and hides it better than the dirty…


ginnyweasleay:

of-gods-and-monsters:

#he looks so proud to have outsmarted hermione

#That one time Wizards used psychology instead of magic #And it was 200% effective

harry’s face on the last gif


lupochedorme:

What’s your particular poison, love?


lost-shoe:

proxy-1:

It’s just so rare for Cas to show overt emotion, emotion that someone standing far away can see. Most of the time when he does have strong feeling, it is only subtly expressed (which is why some people seem to think he is emotionless). But with his fading grace, with his acceptance that yes, Dean does mean more to him than as just another piece of humanity, he is starting to show these emotions more. The fading grace is no longer damping these feelings down. As he’s feeling more, as he’s becoming more human - even as he’s dying - he’s becoming more open with showing those feelings.

Last week it was I miss him. This week it’s physically forcing himself to hold back those feelings, to just keep going. Because it’s Dean, and he needs to help him.

What I love also about this moment is what his body language reveals. The gesture of bringing your hands to your eyes to press them shut is often done as a physical response to a desire to block out a mental image. Castiel can’t help but envision Dean as a demon upon hearing what has happened to him, and the mental image that news evokes is so upsetting to him that reflexively he physically carries out what mentally he wishes he could.


avmisha:

somethingfangirly:

angelwithdemonicblood:

symbioticantithesis:

livebloggingmydescentintomadness:

justonemoremonster:

So Purgatory is a forest.

What if purgatory used to be Eden? It’s been warped since Adam and Eve ate the apple, but instead of being banished out of Eden, like, Eve was trapped there. and she became the Mother of monsters, and that’s where they live now.

A monstrous, darkened version of Eden. 

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So what happened to Adam??

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rebloging again … for reasons


chibstelford:

#TAKENOBULLSHIT2K14

 


professor-maple-mod:

forceguardian:

lpfan9976:

croatoanhero:

Harley is a gift from God.

This is why Harley is like my all time favorite!

Why did they leave out the best part of this scene?;

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The character development of Harley is probably one of the better things DC has done with their characters.

:(


knot-all-men:

au where there was two nogitsunes and they were in love


sheepnamedpig:

eeames:

TEEN WOLF HIGH SCHOOL AU (PART 23 *end*) | date the crap out of you

Derek:  My arms aren’t that bad.
Stiles:  Have you ever read Leo the Late Bloomer?
Derek:  Shut up.
Stiles:  You’re Leo.
Derek:  I got it.
Stiles:  
Stiles:  Am I attractive to Leos?
Derek:  Until I win the puberty jackpot, you’ll have to do.
Stiles:  Unless I win it first.
Derek:  You can’t win twice. Um.
Stiles:  Oh my god.
Derek:  Forget I said—
Stiles:  No! Never. Come here! 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

(via lielabell)

"Looking good, Hale!" Stiles shouts across the quad, holding both thumbs up. Derek, chatting with a few girls from his physics class, facepalms. "Like the leather!"

The new leather jacket, a gift from Stiles and combination birthday/Christmas/boyfriend present, had seemed way too big for Derek on the hangar, but Erica had been adamant about the size. Stiles is glad he listened, because it fits Derek to a T. One of the girls seems to like it, too, because she reaches out to touch it, her hand stroking along Derek’s arm.

Stiles is more bemused than jealous. After all, since when did girls hit on weird little Derek Hale, right? Actually, since when did girls crowd around Derek at all? When did that start happening?

Well, whatever. It’s not like they can have him. He and Stiles are a thing. They’re the thing. And they’ll continue thinging until hell freezes over, if Stiles has anything to say about it, and who cares if Derek is going to Pennsylvania for college while Stiles stays in California. People thing long-distance all the time.

Still, Stiles doesn’t like the way the girls are crowding closer, so he jogs over to defend his boo. Derek’s smiling and laughing, and Stiles falls a little further in love with the way the light falls on his face, highlighting the thick eyebrows and the straight nose and the cheekbones to make a Greek statue weep.

Stiles slows to a halt. He blinks, blinks again. Tilts his head as his mouth slowly falls open.

Holy shit, when the hell did Derek get hot?

Stiles stares at Derek, feeling like he’s jogged into another universe instead of halfway across the quad, because Derek is hot like sun, and also sunbeaming like the sun, all bright and shiny and happy with all these girls clustered around him. Pretty girls, too. The ones with the hair and the clothes and the legs that used to never even notice Derek’s peanut-eared existence, let alone give him the time of day.

Not anymore, apparently. Now that Derek got hot.

"Frickin puberty jackpot," Stiles mumbles to himself. He feels awkwardly insecure, which is hella ironic considering that he’d had to drag Derek out on a month’s worth dates before Derek finally resigned himself to the reality of their epic love.

The bell rings, and Stiles watches as Derek and his flock of pretty girls moves toward the class building.

He’s still a little out of it come lunch, picking at his corn distractedly, when Derek sits down next to him, just like usual. His hotness is even more intense close up, and Stiles struggles to reconcile the awkward, geeky face he fell for with the beefcake Adonis that just sat down.

"Hey, you okay?" Derek asks. His voice is still adorably high, thank god. Stiles doesn’t know if he could take it if his voice had dropped to a husky rumble as well.

He stares at Derek’s hot face, at the shoulders that he hadn’t even realized had gotten so big.

"Uh, yeah," Stiles says, and goes back to picking at his corn. "I’m fine."

He is. He’s totally fine. Not as fine as Derek, but he’s a solid B- on the scale of fineness. That’s nothing to be ashamed of, right?

So yeah, he’s fine. He’s just not okay.

He takes all his books and binders and shit out of his locker during the passing period before last period, so when the bell rings at 3:10, he’s practically the first person out into the parking lot.

"Stiles! Wait!"

Stiles slows down against his better judgment. He just really wants to go home and have a well deserved freak out and maybe eat some ice cream, provided his dad didn’t get to it first.

"Heyyyy, Derek," Stiles says sheepishly, scraping his fingers over his scalp. "What’s up?"

Derek’s eyebrows no longer crunch together into a unibrow when he scowls. Stiles is a little heartbroken at the loss.

"You’ve barely said a word to me today. And you didn’t text me in class like, at all. Are you okay?”

"Ayep," Stiles says, backing away. Derek is looking at him with big concerned eyes under big concerned eyebrows and Stiles desperately needs some time to process away from all that concerned prettiness. “Just gonna, y’know, head home.”

"You have practice today," Derek reminds him.

"Stomach bug," Stiles lies.

"You’re lying. Look, are you mad at me or something?"

"Or something," Stiles mutters.

Derek huffs and rolls his eyes, and at least that’s familiar. “Is this about prom? I actually do want to go. I was just playing hard to get because I wanted you to bribe me with the new Assassin’s Creed game and my birthday isn’t until December.”

"Oh my god! Seriously? I’m taking my freaking game back, jerk."

Derek folds his arms across his broad, pectacular chest. “Not unless you tell me why you’ve been acting weird since recess.”

Stiles scrubs his hands over his head and rubs his face. “It’s just,” he says, waving at Derek and his every all-the-things. “It’s just, you got hot.”

Derek looks down at himself. “Is that a problem?” He holds out his shirt, checking for stains, and when it snaps back Stiles catches a glimpse of taut, tanned belly and a thin treasure trail.

And it’s not like he hasn’t put his mouth on all that before, but that was before Derek got hot. Or at least, before Stiles realized he got hot.

"You won the puberty jackpot, dude. The freaking Mega Millions or whatever."

Derek shrugs. “I finally caught up. So what?”

"Caught up?" Stiles asks incredulously. "Caught up? You didn’t catch up, idiot. You Usain Bolt-ed your way to super hotness, leaving the rest of us eating your unfairly attractive dust and watching your bootylicious ass disappear into the distance.”

Derek’s eyebrows crunch together. “Are you being insecure right now? Because I got hot?” He rolls his eyes so hard it’s a wonder his whole head doesn’t pop off his thick neck. “You’re ridiculous. I love you, but you’re ridiculous.”

Stiles pouts. “You say that now, but what if someone way hotter than me comes along and you fall in love with them?”

Derek sighs. “This isn’t one of your dumb high school dramas, moron. And if you mention senpais even once, I’m going to key your jeep and tell your dad you deserved it. We’re stuck with each other now anyway, because UC Berkeley called to tell me I got in off the wait list, so I’m not going to U Penn after all.”

"Oh," Stiles says.

"Yeah," Derek agrees. "Now take me out for ice cream, since you’re apparently not going to practice. I’ll even let you make out with me in the shop if you pay for mine."

"Hell yes," Stiles says, and whips out his keys. "But I’m blowing you in the bathroom whether you like it or not."

Derek huffs and puffs and rolls his eyes, but he lets Stiles drag him across the parking lot by the hand anyway. He might as well get used to it, because Stiles intends to monogamy the crap out of him.


wolfalecki:

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