Natalie Dormer as Elsa
Sophie Turner as AnnaPlease tell me I’m not the only one who sees it they’re even both doing the eyebrow thing
But, as many thought whenever they saw the graceful figure soaring through the air, it took a great hero and a terrible villain to make it all come about. And her name was Maleficent.
Mom, Bruce, you’re lucky. You’ve fallen in love with your best friend. The person who accepts you at your worst and laughs at your stupid jokes. The person who knows you better than you know yourself.
I would kill to spend the rest of my life with that person.
The way I see it is that it took Alison Dilaurentis 100 episodes to finally admit that her kisses with Emily weren’t just for practice so Karma Ashcroft doesn’t need to have everything figured out after only 8 episodes.
Just imagine the Avengers going to Ikea, and Thor is the only one who can pronounce the name of anything.
This is disproportionately hilarious to me.
well shit. voldemort is now trying to take over one of the districts in the hunger games. what is this?
— yeah… YOU TWO DO NOT LOOK MARRIED AT ALL! [x]
There must be a fanfic that takes this self-aware, almost parodying approach to the source material.
It’s only been 10 hours since the last crisis
Swan Queen Appreciation Week - Day 2
↳ Favorite Moment: The Stakeout
As great as the big, explosive moments are with these two
and they truly arenothing ever beats the calm, quiet, and simple moments that allow for discussion and bonding. I could literally watch nothing but these two sitting around, waiting, because they have so much to deal with in that kind of “time out” space.
And I love everything about how they do just that. They don’t snipe or argue
but there’s still huffing and eye-rolling because they are, you know, themand they discuss some pretty heavy things - like Emma almost not coming back - that are so loaded the moment could easily devolve into a fight. Except it doesn’t; they talk, and actually connect, and joke around a little.
They let their guards down and look at each other tenderly and in sympathy and in empathy. They let themselves understand each other, share their thoughts and fears, and they smile about it. It’s easy. Their conversation is bittersweet and circles hard truths, but they don’t struggle through any of it; it’s natural and safe.
And then, on top of it all, they share dorky mom grins about their kid.
The Secret’s In The Telling is the best fict I’ve ever read. It deserves its own season.