I know somewhere there’s the exact same Louis/Lottie picture with Harry on the other side giving Lottie the same kiss on the cheek
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the thing about the adult gaang movie is even if it’s somehow done really well, i don’t wanna see aang and katara as adults, that will actually make me really sad. whereas if sokka is the protagonist that’s fine because i already think everyone should heal and find fulfillment after the war except for sokka. i think sokka should get worse. i think sokka should continue collecting mental illnesses like they’re pokemans creatures. a qing dynasty court intrigue film with sokka navigating ba sing se politics (and iroh can feature as he dispenses occasional wisdom. but sokka is just like “call your son”), or a xai bau spy thriller (except tbh this one would work better as a novel), or even just. a mai and sokka roadtrip movie in the style of an early 2000s stoner comedy (this one would have no artistic merit but it’s also probably the best idea ive ever had). these are but a few examples of the many ideas i have for movies that put my favorite guy through hours of suffering without having to depict my other favorite guys as anything other than the precious babies i know and love.
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If you like Kuwei, whatever you do, just don’t think about how he probably grew up isolated from his peers because of his father’s status. How he probably took to reading because no one around him could spare a single second for him. How, when he and his father had to flee the country and were captured by the Fjerdans, he probably realized that what happened to him was a perfect backstory for a main character of some epic story. How, when he had to watch his father try to create a drug that could enslave and kill nearly all Grisha in the world, people just like the two of them, his biggest comfort came from the silly belief that at the end of his story, he too would have everything that he wanted — a family, a lover, a friend, just anyone who would finally care about him. Recognition. Joy. Love.
How, when his father died and he was left alone, a small, delusional, cruel part of him was almost sure that it was necessary for him to then be loved. How, when the Crows came for him, deep down, he fully expected them to be his new family. How, even when everyone was cold to him on the ship, he still tired to convince himself that it was because one of theirs was on the brink of death. How he dumbly tried to tell himself that they won’t actually turn him over to the merchant that wants him because they’re reasonable people. How he spent his days and nights in a cold tomb, pushing down the memories of his now dead father and his grim future, all alone, curled up in a corner.
How he had developed a crush on Jesper, bright, kind, warm Jesper, as if he could do anything else, and then had to watch helplessly as that ray of sunshine ignored him, as he got closer to the boy that had his face. How his skills and efforts were ignored just because what he might know seemed far more important to the people around him. How, not more than two days before the auction where his death would be faked, he got kissed by the man he began to adore and then was disliked for it by the only member of the team that actually tried to befriend him for a while.
How he had to stand tall in front of all the people, all those merchants, the royalty, the warriors, the guards, the farmers, the children, everyone, all the people who came to the Church of barter just to see who he’d be sold to. How he had to trust the six teens who only had qualms about killing him because he was worth a whole lot of money, with his life as different governments called out numbers that could feed the whole world for an entire lifetime. How the last thing that he could’ve seen before he died if the bullet that hit his chest missed his button even by a single hair, was the chaos ‘Brekker and his Crows’ started.
How, when he woke up, he barely had any time to calm down because one of the teens, the Drüskelle, was dead. How he now had to mourn him now, too, along with all that he lost. How, when he was laying down on the ship to pretend he’s dead, he realized that the people he saw as his saviors less than two months ago, and as the thing that he wanted more than life, didn’t care for him at all anymore. That they might even be happier if he died. How, as he neared the sea, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d let his one chance at happiness higher along the canal and that he was now destined for a life of despair.
How, when he arrived to the Little Palace, he wasn’t met with kindness or friendly faces. How he had to hide the fact that the thing he worked on day and night was the cure to a drug that his father had created, a drug that could’ve destroyed Grisha all around the world. How he was their only hope in the war against Fjerda. How he spent his nights awake dreaming of being a part of the family that the Crows clearly were. How he couldn’t seem to fit in anywhere he went.
Most importantly of all, don’t think about the fact that he’d been alone all his life.
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Hey Ro 🧡!!
I'm travelling mid September!! But rn I wanna share a thought I've been having for a while.
Going in a travel with the boys. Everyone packed inside a car and having to sit on their lap 😌 and be fucked and passed around from lap to lap like a "blunt". Being stuffed by each of the sins 👌
With love
- 🍋
Hiya 🍋!! A trip omgg sounds like fun XD
Also ‘Like a blunt’ is honestly the best way to describe it too- helpsjskks
and the only reason they’ll all actually take turns is because one; you’re enjoying it and two; somebody has to drive / change seats at least twice so they can all get a turn- (and yk give you a break) shhshsh
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is this anything.
[ID: two screenshots of lyrics.
The first screenshot contains lyrics from the song “How Marvin Eats His Breakfast” from In Trousers and reads, “[All] Life is lonely / Life is rotten [Marvin] And thankfully short / Thankfully short / Thankfully short”
The second screenshot contains lyrics from the song “What Would I Do?” from Falsettos and reads, “[Marvin] Yes, I’d beg or steal or borrow / if I could hold you for / one hour more [Whizzer] One hour more [Marvin] One hour more [Both] One hour, one hour more” [/end]
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Aqualad is brutal, man.
Fighting a giant conquistadore robot: “This is what Peace Corps work is?”
While Robin is trying to work out how an untouched bulldozer suddenly rolled itself into the water: “You figure out the plot, Robin, while I get that dozer up.”
When Kid Flash asks Robin for a simpler explanation: “Sure, Kid Flash, for you, we’ve got the ten-cent special. It never happened— we all dreamed it!”
When one guy says his people fear the weird animals with human faces: “Brother, so do I!”
This account is now a 60s Aqualad fan account.
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So Loreen basically just sang the same song twice and managed to win both times???
I genuinely liked Euphoria for years but Tattoo is so fucking similar it hurts…the same sounds, the same structure, the same build up before the chorus - the list goes on…
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&& when I catch South Korea then what…..
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