Let’s play a little game called “spot the 5 year old.”
They bounce so they can be as tall as everyone else
Coming in 2018 is Disney’s next fairy tale mythology animated feature film, set amongst the South Pacific islands, rendered in a ‘painterly-style CGI’ (think the Paperman short): and y’all are going to LOVE IT:
The main character will be Moana Waialiki, a sea voyaging enthusiast, and the only daughter of a chief in a long line of navigators. When her family needs her help, she sets off on an epic journey. The film will also include demi-gods and spirits taken from real mythology.
Oh God there’s concept art.
According to the captions of the first Thor movie, the battle between the Jotuns and Asgardians take place in Norway, 965 AD. Around this time, Loki was born.
In Thor 2 the life expectancy was stated to be around 5,000. The average human life in developed countries from what I’ve gathered is approximately 82.
Therefore, in human years Loki is somewhere around 17.
#are you telling me loki is just going through his rebellious teenage emo stage
a women letting you see her naked is her trusting you to the fucking core. don’t take it for granted. something like that may be minor to you but to her. its everything.
"don’t interpret this friendship between women as a romance we should value women’s friendships because there are so few."
man, sorry, i was so busy rolling in the abundant representation of queer women and their relationships that i forgot to consider the plight of the platonic cishets.
Just listen until the end, ok?
And then drown in feels.
(Listening with earphones/turning volume up will help)
I had to find this again
and listen to it
might be my favourite post ever
it’s so beautiful and heart-breaking and everything
im screaming because i listened to this all day today and i said “what if that song was used for this audio post” and iT WAS
BUT NOW IT HAS A WHOLE NEW MEANING WOW OK
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
to whomever wrote this