“I had to, in a scene when I fell out of the tree, I was talking to Captain Hook, right, and all this evil stuff. And he does not know what I am saying … And it’s really funny because I’m saying all this stuff and it can’t be just ‘no’.”

carsen gray as tiger lily | peter pan (2003) dir. p.j. hogan

AUDREY HEPBURN & CARY GRANT in CHARADE (1963) dir. Stanley Donen

+ BONUS

Fantasia 2000

FANTASIA: The Pastoral Symphony (1940)

not to be a nerd but it’s so crazy how he (Bernini) really did that from cold hard stone……. truly a spectacle, truly breathtaking, an honor to behold

not to be a horny but i think we should hold hands and go on museum dates together ♡

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ANASTASIA (1997) dir. Don Bluth & Gary Goldman

If we live through this, remind me to thank you.

AARON TVEIT as Enjolras LES MISÉRABLES (2012) dir. Tom Hooper

The Real Les Mis Captions

THE MUMMY (1999)

DEATH ON THE NILE (1978) dir. John Guillermin

The Mummy Returns dir. Stephen Sommers | 2001

I am them, they are me.

NORTHANGER ABBEY (2007) Dir. Jon Jones

William Bracewell and Fumi Kaneko The Royal Ballet Sugar Plum pas de deux

edmund absolutely adored snowy weather. waking up to snow on the ground was his dream come true, and he rarely waited long enough to be bundled up before rushing outside and leaping into the fluffy, cold snow. it was his favorite weather, and that was one trait about him that always made his mother and father laugh.

but upon the pevensie's return home, their mother notices the shift in edmund.

one evening, as it gets closer to christmas, she notices the snowfall outside, and smiles, calling to edmund, announcing the snow with the expectation that he'll rush to the glass, press his nose up against it, and ask delightedly if they can go sledding in the morning.

instead of the joyful shine in her youngest son's eyes, however, she sees nothing but horror as he abandons his chess game with susan in favor of scrambling backwards, getting as far away from the window as possible, curling up into the tiniest ball, his face pressed into his knees.

she's left at a loss for words, and reaches out for him, but she's too slow compared to his siblings. immediately, lucy's at her brother's side, crouching in front of him and holding his hands tightly as she whispers soft things in a nonsensical language. peter's grabbing the warmest blanket from the couch, and sitting beside edmund, wrapping it around his shoulders and tucking his brother against his side. susan's returning from the kitchen where she had rushed off to as soon as her mother announced the snow, a steaming mug of tea (not hot chocolate, never hot chocolate. the taste makes edmund want to vomit, memories of cold touches burning his skin, and tempting whispers of power in his ears) held tightly in her hands before it's passed off to edmund.

their mother can only watch as edmund shakes, eyes firmly fixed on lucy's face as she holds his hands with a smile, as peter begins speaking softly, a whispered story only for his siblings' ears, as susan gently runs her fingers (warm and firm, never cold and frail like the ones that haunt edmund's dreams) through his hair.

edmund doesn't love snow anymore.