ticket to the moon.

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Concept art for Pixar's Hoppers

[starchaserfanatic]

My Friends/Family: Hey can I see your phone? I need to look something up.

Me, closing like 80+ Ao3 Tabs as fast as I can:

[night-dawn-day]

Mickey’s Christmas Carol (1983)

“And a Bah Humbug… I mean, a Merry Christmas to you, sir!”

[adrianivashkov]

[azaleablueme]

This scene from the movie erks me to no end. Stupid script messed up the complexity of the situation completely. This is why I like the books better.

…………………..

Harry looked around. For one bewildered moment he thought that Ron had left the tent, then realized that Ron was lying in the shadow of a bunk, looking stony. “Oh, remembered me, have you?” he said. “What?” Ron snorted as he stared up at the underside of the upper bunk. “You two carry on. Don’t let me spoil your fun.” Perplexed, Harry looked to Hermione for help, but she shook her head, apparently as nonplussed as he was. “What’s the problem?” asked Harry. “Problem? There’s no problem,” said Ron, still refusing to look at Harry. “Not according to you, anyways.” There were several plunks on the canvas over their heads. It had started to rain. “Well, you’ve obviously got a problem,” said Harry. “Spit it out, will you?” Ron swung his long legs off the bed and sat up. He looked mean, unlike himself. “All right, I’ll spit it out. Don’t expect me to skip up and down the tent because there’s some other damn thing we’ve got to find. Just add it to the list of stuff you don’t know.” “I don’t know?” repeated Harry. “I don’t know?” Plunk, plunk, plunk. The rain was falling harder and heavier; it pattered on the leaf-strewn bank all around them and into the river chattering through the dark. Dread doused Harry’s jubilation; Ron was saying exactly what he had suspected and feared him to be thinking. “It’s not like I’m not having the time of my life here,” said Ron, “you know, with my arm mangled and nothing to eat and freezing my backside off every night. I just hoped, you know, after we’d been running around a few weeks, we’d have achieved something.” “Ron,” Hermione said, but in such a quiet voice that Ron could pretend not to have heard it over the loud tattoo the rain was beating on the tent. “I thought you knew what you’d signed up for,” said Harry. “Yeah, I thought I did too.” “So what part of it isn’t living up to your expectations?” asked Harry. Anger was coming to his defense now. “Did you think we’d be staying in five-star hotels? Finding a Horcrux every other day? Did you think you’d be back to Mummy by Christmas?” //{ see? Harry taunts Ron}  “We thought you knew what you were doing!” shouted Ron, standing up, and his words Harry like scalding knives. “We thought Dumbledore had told you what to do, we thought you had a real plan!” “Ron!” said Hermione, this time clearly audible over the rain thundering on the tent roof, but again, he ignored her. “Well, sorry to let you down,” said Harry, his voice quite calm even though he felt hollow, inadequate. “I’ve been straight with you from the start. I told you everything Dumbledore told me. And in the case you haven’t noticed, we’ve found one Horcrux—” “Yeah, and we’re about as near getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them—nowhere effing near in other words.” “take off the locket, Ron,” Hermione said, her voice unusually high. “Please take it off. You wouldn’t be talking like this if you hadn’t been wearing it all day.” “Yeah, he would,” said Harry, who did not want excuses made for Ron. “D’you think I haven’t noticed the two of you whispering behind my back? D’you think I didn’t guess you were thinking this stuff? “Harry, we weren’t—” “Don’t lie!” Ron hurled at her. “You said it too, you said you were disappointed, you said you’d thought he had a bit more to go on than—” “I didn’t say it like that—Harry, I didn’t!” she cried. The rain was pounding the tent, tears were pouring down Hermione’s face, and the excitement of a few minutes before had vanished as if it had never been, a short-lived firework that had flared and died, leaving everything dark, wet, and cold. The sword of Gryffindor was hidden they knew not where, and they were three teenagers in a tent whose only achievement was not, yet, to be dead. “So why are you still here?” Harry asked Ron. “Search me,” said Ron. “Go home then,” said Harry.

“Yeah, maybe I will!” shouted Ron, and he took several steps toward Harry, who did not back away. “Didn’t you hear what they said about my sister? But you don’t give a rat’s fart, do you, it’s only the Forbidden Forest, Harry I’ve-Faced-Worse Potter doesn’t care what happened to her in there—well, I do, all right, giant spiders and mental stuff—”

“I was only saying—she was with the others, they were with Hagrid—” “Yeah, I get it, you don’t care! And what about the rest of my family, ‘the Weasleys don’t need another kid injured,’ did you hear that?” “Yeah, I—” “Not bothered what it meant, though?” “Ron!” said Hermione, forcing her way between them. “I don’t think it means anything new has happened, anything we don’t know about; think, Ron, Bill’s already scared, plenty of people must have seen that George has lost an ear by now, and you’re supposed to be on your deathbed with spattergroit, I’m sure that’s all he meant—” “Oh, you’re sure, are you? Right then, well, I won’t bother myself about them. It’s all right for you, isn’t it, with your parents safely out of the way—” “My parents are dead!” Harry bellowed.

“And mine could be going the same way!” yelled Ron.

“Then GO!” roared Harry. “Go back to them, pretend you’re got over your spattergroit and Mummy’ll be able to feed you up and—” Ron made a sudden movement: Harry reacted, but before either wand was clear of its owner’s pocket, Hermione had raised her own.

………………

Those who complain that we Ron defenders always seem to be up for a fight should read the books for a change. We defend this guy who is injured, starved and in hiding, not because he is marked by Voldemort or he is a muggleborn. He is there for his friends. He willingly left his safety net of a pureblood home for his best mate, the same guy who taunts him over and over. He is angry because Harry doesn’t seem to care about his sister, or his parents. HE DOES NOT LEAVE BECAUSE HE IS JEALOUS.

[maakeme-up]

D-DAY. the day finally is here. if only time could be more slow.. but now we want time to go faster so we won’t feel anything for this next 2 years but more love for you. we’re here when sending you to serve and we’ll be here too when you finished to serve well. you’ll do just very great and please don’t get hurt or sick. you are indeed a very great leader💕

[seong-wu]

Ong apologizing to Daniel after having jumped on him. 

[thevagueambition]

The Mr. Darcy Fantasy isn’t based in what it’s usually made out to be based in

The fantasy isn’t that a brooding “tall, dark and handsome” man will come and swoop you of your feet. 

Darcy changes for Elizabeth. She rejects him, she stands up to him, she insults him in a magnitude of ways, both warranted and not, and he takes all of that, and he reflects on it, and he changes his behavior. He tries to be better. Because he respects Elizabeth and he finds her opinion valuable. 

Think about it. A usual response, both back then and today, would be to dismiss Elizabeth as a “crazy bitch.” He doesn’t do that at all, no, he takes valid criticism found among misunderstandings and takes it to heart. 

The Mr. Darcy Fantasy is a fantasy about being respected and having your opinion be valued very highly. 

The Mr. Darcy Fantasy is that a man would be willing to change his behavior just to be worthy of you. 

[oliviahye-moved]

respect for mentor xiao // translation © taq

[ongnable]

well. that escalated quickly.

[zyx]

yixing was so concentrated in cai xukun performance he didn’t recognized his own choreo lol

[caikuns]

flirtatious

[adachiyoujinjin]

The look Yixing gives this kid after he cursed, is priceless.

[star-hoya]

This was way more romantic in my head feat. woojong re-enacting ‘Goblin’. 

[ddoxies]

someone:are you ok

me:...........anyway

[linda-belcher]

I’m always a slut for lying in bed for hours on end doing nothing productive.

[rogue-cassian]

coming soon

[demondae]

i would go to sleep but i keep thinkin about that time yixing SNAPPED