#I cry every single time

[theguyifuckmorethanonce]

You really care about Meet the Robinsons and I love that. What is it about this movie that has made you fall in love with it?

That is an excellent question!

Personally I just really love the film because no matter how many times I watch it, the ending gets me EVERY SINGLE TIME. It's funny, sad, witty, charming, and I find myself quoting it just about every day.

I've found that a lot of movies don't have likeable main characters, but I really love Lewis. He's just a little boy who wants to be loved, and he gets that and more by the end of the film, and it makes me emotional every time.

I love that there are so many characters that we only see a glimpse of, because it's really fun coming up with headcanons for them, too.

I could watch this movie a million times and still catch things I haven't before, and I will laugh at the jokes no matter how many times I've heard them because they're so funny to me.

Overall I just really love this movie because it holds such a special place in my heart. My daughter has even started asking me to watch it with her, and I will never tell her no. She calls it "The Bowler Hat Guy Movie," and that makes me really happy for some reason.

In conclusion, I just really love this movie. 😭🥲

[crystalbaby12]

[f--hawk]

You know you're invested in a character when years later, you watch their death scene and it STILL makes you cry.

[llanta-flema]

i love fem!andreil fanfiction, pls never stop making it, its my reason to live

[thanekrios]

me: *watching mele’s trailer for the 87th time*

garrus: you were born to do this

me, sobbing: i was not prepared for that😭😭😭

[ecstarry]

my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder

[gamoraswonder]

25 years ago Elton met his husband David and is finally loved. Properly

Me watching Rocketman for the 524th time:

[torturedpoetspsychward]

this may be one of the saddest songs she’s ever written, along with being one of her best

[honeyyglaze]

Literally never going to stop recommending Midnight Gospel to everyone I know

[einaudis]

Few scenes make me more emotional than the one on episode 7 when, after the adjournment (and with Townes there), the boys call Beth and work together to help her win that match.

[jadethirwall]

returns from rewatching the vincent and the doctor episode covered in blood

[yamsgarden]

wasn't gonna make any more Still Wakes the Deep fanart, but I guess it's one my mind more than I hoped OTL

[lost-in-fandoms]

"Tell me again."

Max hums, moving his hand in slow circles along Daniel's back, feeling his chest move against his side, his face hidden in the folds of Max's t-shirt.

He bows his head, pressing a kiss against Daniel's hair, shifting against the hotel's pillows until he's comfortable again.

"It's going to be sunny," he says, voice low, letting Daniel's curls tickle his lips and nose. "It's going to be sunset, orange, the trees all golden in the way you like."

Daniel's back shifts under his hand, his fingers twisting in Max's shirt.

"We'll be sitting in chairs, because you have old man knees, and would complain about sitting on the floor."

He twists away from the halfhearted poke in his side, then settles back.

"They will be those garden ones, the ones with the straw?"

"Wicker," Daniel corrects him softly, voice scratchy.

"Yes, wicker." He tugs Daniel even closer, not knowing how it is even possible. "With pillows, so you can curl in them like a little cat."

He smooths his hand down Daniel's back, like he does with Sassy, when she stretches out beside him on the bed, similar to how Daniel is now. Does it again when he feels Daniel's shoulders uncurl slightly.

"We will be drinking your weird beers, the expensive ones that taste worse than all the others."

"Craft beer isn't weird," Daniel argues, just like Max was expecting him to. He sounds like there's something stuck in the back of his throat, and Max kisses his hair again.

"It is weird, Daniel. Beer does not need to be that expensive."

He gives him space to reply once more, but Daniel doesn't.

"We will drink your weird beer, and we will talk about that time we ate pasta in your hotel room."

It wasn't just one time, but Max knows he doesn't need to specify. They're both thinking about the same one, illegal spaghetti ordered from room service, hidden from their trainers, sauce on the corner of Max's mouth, cleaned by Daniel's thumb first, Daniel's mouth later. And even if they aren't thinking about the same, it doesn't matter. Every plate of pasta shared, in every hotel room, would matter just as much, stepping stones in their story, just as important as that first kiss.

"And it will be rainy," Max continues, voice even lower. His t-shirt is damp, stretched by Daniel's tense fingers. Daniel's back is shuddering, even when he holds him closer and closer and closer.

"It will rain, and you will have a blanket, because you always get cold, even more when it is humid."

The thing that was in Daniel's throat is in his too now.

"We will talk about how stupid everyone was. We will say it was all unfair. But we will not be angry anymore, because it will not matter anymore."

Daniel's hair smell like Max's shampoo, even if he usually doesn't use it, because he hates how dry it makes it feel. Max can taste salt on the back of his throat as he shifts his head slightly, trying to at least keep his ears dry, now that his cheeks are a lost cause.

Daniel's breathing is a stuttered rhythm against his ribs.

"We will cook eggs," Max pushes on, pressing every word against Daniel's skin, hoping every one feels like the i love you that it is. "Because we will have chickens on your farm, like a real farm, so we will be good at cooking eggs. And you will drink your wine, and sing your songs."

His voice breaks, sudden betrayal, just as Daniel trembles in a sob, but Max pushes through. They've both always known how to push through.

"And I will ask are you happy and you will say yes," he says, making it sound like a promise, because it is a promise. "And we will not regret any of it."

He knows they won't. Not the angry moments, not the painful moments, not the annoying little moments they will never even remember. They will take all of them and throw them into the jar of their lives, little pebbles, and colorful marbles, and shards of glass smoothed out with time and love and distance, all mixed together.

"We will sit on your chairs, and they will have nothing, and we will have us."

He holds Daniel closecloseclose, because he's never learned how to let go of the things he cares about, has always clung to things with his teeth and desire bared, and he has no intention of starting now. He has no intention of starting ever.

Even if this is not the way he wanted things to happen, he doesn't believe in letting go, especially when it comes to Daniel.

He swallows, clears his throat to try and dislodge the tight knot of feelings there, raises a hand to swipe his thumb along Daniel's wet jaw.

"We will have chickens, and a garage full of dirt bikes, and I will ask Grace to teach me how to make the pasta sauce you spilled all over the carpet when you were five."

Daniel nods against his chest, fingers relaxing. His breathing is still uneven, Max's t-shirt is still damp, but he can feel him going lax against him, relaxing bit by bit.

"We will," Daniel murmurs, voice shaky enough it sounds closer to a question.

"We will," Max tells him, firm. Would be happy to tell him again and again, until Daniel's voice doesn't shake on it anymore. "We will eat so much food, and we will become fat, and we will be happy. We will."

Daniel nods again, then shifts, wiggling in Max's hold until he can properly climb on top of him, pointy elbows planted on the bed, above Max's shoulders, trembling fingers tracing the wet lines on his cheeks, red-rimmed eyes soft.

When Daniel kisses him, they both taste like salt, exhaustion and the future.

[lesbianmaxevans]

Louis smiling because of Lestat (+ Dreamstat)

[erinwantstowrite]

"you removed my comment :(" you commented Batcest. get fucking nuked, you get no rights, eat my shit, blah blah blah

[zours025]

Theory of FrUk. (in my crazyperson eyes)