#SAW IT LAST NIGHT

[veilkeeper]

UHHHH WOW THAT SHIT WITH TAASH IS REAL BAD HUH

[dont-open-dead-inside-25]

baby driver had zero business being that good

[darkles--sparkles]

i feel this on a deep emotional level

[ieattaperecorders]

Me: *watching Mad God* fucking FINALLY a movie that's weird enough.

[breha]

btw monkey man monkey mannnnnnnnnnnn

[cullensart]

He stick he leggy out real far

[xieliancore]

obsessed with chappell roan's vmas outfit!!

[paperbooart]

lil shadow and stone for @cheap-slaw 🖤❄️

[saessenach]

Obsessed how in Ghibli films, you can never go back to the magical world you've visited - the gate closes, the era ends and we will never be who we once were during the adventure! And that's life, it just goes on

And in this one too, Mahito leaves the tower and it crumbles behind him, but he can still remember? In this one, he carries the memento with him, not unlike Chihiro and her charmed hair-tie, but it's framed in this kind way - 'You're not supposed to remember, and you must forget, but you can carry it with you for a while yet' and this gentleness absolutely fucking ruins me.

[o-wild-west-wind]

The more I think about it, I actually REALLY like the choice in the Wicked movie to alter Elphaba and Fiyero’s introduction and to switch Avaric (I think?) from a human to a sentient Horse—because it adds the tiiiiniest bit of insight and foreshadowing into Fiyero’s character and his subsequent relationship with Elphaba.

Not only does it soften their introduction, but it also establishes him as someone who—while clearly seeing himself as superior in terms of rank—still views Animals as fellow people. He and the Horse have banter and camaraderie, and Fiyero explicitly uses “we” instead of “I.” He makes it clear that they’re both fully present with Elphaba in the scene.

That helps fill in the arguable plot hole of why Elphaba spares him (and not also Glinda) in the lion cub scene—he’s already established as someone who respects Animal autonomy in at least some capacity, and who she can reasonably trust to “get” the problem with Animal subjugation (something that Glinda, while just having proven her empathy for Elphaba specifically, hasn’t genuinely shown herself to understand yet). IMO, it subtly helps establish Elphaba and Fiyero’s relationship as one borne of political allyship (something that was really only subtextual in the stage show)—which is also part of why Glinda’s relationships with the both of them are tragically and inextricably doomed by the narrative.

anyway. we stan one (1) woke bisexual winkie prince

[hotdaugvoid]

THE FNAF MOVIEWAS SO GOOD WHATTT

[menelaiad]

the infamous 'last sighting of a barbary lion in the wild' photo taken by marcelin flandrin (1925) haunts me to my core. there's something so achingly poetic about it.

[moghedien]

Lae’zel is killing me because she’s like such a freak in so many ways and like we literally beat the shit out of each other and she’s so fucking into it and horny about it and I can push her down in the middle of camp after and just make out with her in the mud and blood from our fight in the middle of camp, and she is like soooo into it

But I ask her to just kiss me in public and she’s like “no I’m shy” and immediately turns into this 🥺

I love her

[chloesimaginationthings]

Jeremiah and Mike’s first conversation in FNAF 2

[cherubytes]

[daisynik7]

Nanami feels guilty having sex while the two of you stay at your parent’s house for the weekend. He claims it’s “utterly disrespectful” to his in-laws, who he respects so much. But this doesn’t make him immune to temptation, especially when you’re just so fucking good at teasing him.

So, he found a loophole. 

While your parents sleep peacefully down the hall, you and Nanami are in your bedroom, dry-humping each other to a point where nothing is dry between you. You’re sitting pretty on his lap in your most delicate panties, already damp with your arousal, leaking onto his briefs. You’ve been riding his shaft for the past thirty minutes, making yourself come again and again from sheer friction as your husband watches you with half-lidded eyes, indulging in the delicious sight before him. His cock is bulging in his underwear, a wet spot forming at the tip where his precum dribbles out. You can tell he’s almost there; he’s been hanging on the edge for a while now, waiting until you’ve had your fill, or until he can’t hold it in any longer. When you reach your climax, he comes with you this time, spilling inside his briefs, cum soaking through the fabric. You look down between you, smiling at the mess you both made, guilt-free and satiated.