Nobody Could Have Played Eustace Scrubb The Same Way That Will Poulter Did Thanks For Ur Attention

man I wish the original movie was more like this disney cruise line stage musical, who knew fucking Woody Toy Story actually had the biggest banger of a threatening villain-esque disney song?!

gilbert blythe really said i wanna ruin our friendship we should be lovers instead 😳

“Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I’m present, am I here at all?”

— Lang Leav (via lang-leav)

don’t you ever find yourself talking about how much edmund’s life changed after he was manipulated by the white witch? besides from becoming a king in a magical land where animals could talk he always tried to do his best to prove himself that he had changed and he was still chased by the fact that he almost hurt his family, even when everyone had already forgive him, he felt like he wasn’t doing enough and it physically hurts to know that. i think i proved my point

Ok, I'm not okay. I just saw someone on TikTok saying that the worst thing is that we'll keep getting older, but the fictional characters we love won't grow, they will stay their age.

So I just realized that Edmund was 18-19 in the last book of the chronicles of Narnia and I'm 17 rn. I will be 18 next year and then 19 soon. Now I just wanna cry in my bed.

When you think of perception, there’s a million versions of yourself out there that people think are actually you. You can be upset about that or make the best of it.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ -Hawks

So valid

What people think why i became a bookbinder: Oh she wants to explore her artistic horizon with those pretty leather bound books of hers. She even gives them out as gifts to her friends. It most likely helps her with anxiety or maybe she just wanted a more special costume made notebook.

Why I actually became a bookbinder: I just illegally downloaded and printed out several of my favourite fanfics and books and started binding them into books cuz I love reading them but looking at screens for too long gives me headaches.

love in fiction when scientists get a little too wild in the pursuit of science and end up a little fucked up because of it. you inject yourself with alien dna, you meld minds with some kind of mysterious creature, you let the parasite infect you. like yesss express your total devotion to your field by sacrificing a part of yourself to it and becoming slightly unhuman in the process

I learnt something today that I think is just beautiful. My grandmother was a very sick woman and pretty much housebound for the last of her life.  She derived great pleasure from watching her neighbour’s backyard chickens.  She adored these chickens.  Every time I called, she had new chicken drama to tell me—think Linda Belcher and the raccoons.   It turns out that at some point, their neighbour was no longer able to have chickens because due to a disability he could no longer afford to keep them.  My grandfather, upon learning this, immediately used his spending money to keep the neighbour in both chickens and chicken feed so that my grandmother would have chickens to watch since my grandfather didn’t have time to keep chickens at their home. He did this for ten years, guys.  TEN YEARS he secretly funded his neighbour’s backyard chickens so that my grandmother would have chickens to watch every day until the day she died.   That’s true love.