I cannot even put into words how many emotions this story makes me feel. It’s so sad and sweet and cute and just plain heartbreaking. It shows us how much of a monster Gothel really was, but it also shows just how strong Eugene and Rapunzel’s bond is. This is how you OTP.
Im so glad no one was home when I read this because I was just sobbing and giggling like an idiot.
THIS IS SO PERFECT I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE IT.
The whole fact that Rapunzel was emotionally abused her whole life gets so overlooked and it’s not like happily ever after comes easy but when someone really loves you, like Flynn does, holy shit does it help. This is so perfect. I can’t.
Since you like flowers so much you can have mine.
with ryan reynolds
that ignores x men origins
It’s about 20 degrees cooler in this shade
guys someone did it
This is disgusting Ill take twelve boxes
What I love the most about this gif, it’s that Seb is so used to the boob grab thing that when Chris grab his shoulder instead he has to grab it himself.
*does laundry but like in a punk way*
*does laundry but in a musical theatre way*
*does musical theatre but in a punk way*
*does punk but in a musical theatre way*
Ignoring Cas’s blunt and completely hilarious sense of dry humor for a moment, think about what he’s actually saying here. Castiel is the name given to him by God. Castiel translates roughly to ‘my cover is God’ or ‘shield of God’ in Biblical theophory—the ‘el’ suffix means ‘God’, and ‘iel’ means ‘of God.’ Cas is the name given to him by Dean. Deliberately or not, Dean removed the part of Cas’s name that means ‘of God’, and left him with ‘shield’. Castiel isn’t actually a Biblical angel—it’s a variant of the name ‘Cassiel’, who was an archangel in the Kabbalah responsible for observing the Earth with no interference. Making it up as we go, indeed.
“Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.” – Lori
I will not hold my tongue because you have no wish to hear me. I will not choke down my opinions because you disagree with them. I will not revert to the timid child I once was to placate you. I will not change for you. I will not be silent. I will not be the doll to your dollhouse.
#UGH GOD UR NOT GOOD AT THIS ACTING THING STOP #OKAY BECAUSE STOP ACTING WITH YOUR EYES #YOUR ENTIRE BODY LANGUAGE SHOWS ASSASSIN BUT YOUR EYES SHOW SCARED CHILD HE’S STILL BUCKY IN HIS EYES #SHOVE A KNIFE UP MY ASS #IT’LL HURT LESS (norocket)
It kills me that there are moments when the Winter Soldier is doing stuff that he has the eyes of someone who DESPERATELY wants off the ride. I’m not sure how aware of anything he is internally, but there are moments his eyes look horrified, like something in there is aware and has no clue how to stop what’s happening. They’re too wide. Too startled. Like someone being forced to do something at gun point. He does it several times in this scene, and he does it when he catches the shield after shooting Fury.
This really makes me think of the thing that SebStan said about WS: that he isn’t empty, his mind is all over the place.
It’s one thing I noticed on my rewatch, which was exactly how much he remembered in the chair scene, when he’s like “But I knew him.” He flashed back to the train, being pulled through the snow, the experimentation, the arm. He wasn’t robbed of his memories, he was robbed of their significance. And so, he has nothing to focus on except the mission.
#ha ha ha#shoot me in the face it would be kinder#that’s why they put the mask on him y/y#it makes him less human it makes him a monster#if you’re trying to create a weapon you don’t want it staring at your target in bewilderment/worry#bucky trying to sort through his memories to figure out what these flashes of faces and snow and ice and mud mean#the only familiarity they leave him the only thing he knows concretely are weapons and orders and targets#it’s the only thing that makes sense#but#who the hell is bucky#sob#god#what a fucking question#and HE IMMEDIATELY ASKS IT#there is no ignoring it no continuing the mission#HE KNOWS HE SHOULD KNOW THIS#HE KNOWS THIS IS IMPORTANT#like how fucking awful is that that everything stops for him for a second#who the hell is bucky#he doesn’t get to ask questions he just gets orders but he ASKS THAT QUESTION
I don’t really give a damn bout the next generation of kids coming up not having the same shit we did being “90’s kids” and all but I truly do feel bad that they’ll never experience the month leading up to halloween like we did