Hay thar. I'm a 20+ year old art student and this is my personal blog.
It's mainly to reblog stuff that interest me, which include
Be warned, I spam a lot of stuff everyday in here, your dash will be several pages longer. BE VERY WARNED. I also sometimes post some NSFW things.Main blog: ones-inspiration, which is my art/animation/writing blog thing for references and art stuff.
Sometimes I don't know if I offended someone or not by their reactions (it's hard to tell online) so... just to let you know I don't mean it, don't take it to heart. I don't joke about things, or purposely write some trolling/flame-attracting messages (unless I'm pissed off and looking for a fight, which is rare). If it seems that way, I probably phrased my words wrong or spoke too bluntly. Please be forgiving if I've made such an error.
An action film.
With a female lead.
Played by Scarlett Johanssen
With no love interest.
And Morgan Freeman.
I had no idea how much I wanted this until this moment.
What gets me in this scene is George lost the most important person in his life and he’s grieving, he’s terrified, he’s confused and he doesn’t know what to do. But he sees his little brother come in. And he knows that he could have lost him too and that in itself is not something he could deal with. So he is able to tear himself away from his other half to hug his baby brother. The brother he teased mercilessly and pranked. The brother he was never really the nicest too. But it didn’t matter in that moment because he was alive and he could not take another person he loved leaving him.
excuse u who gave u the right
pls give me a franchise where, when a good female character turns evil, she is not immediately dressed in a bondage-inspired outfit that is 2 strips of leather and a thong and instead dresses in sensible jeans and combat boots and a comfy jacket because hello, evil agenda here, there’s no time to be objectified, world domination is priority
The most important thing I have learned is that even when things are shit, it’s only gonna last for a little while. Somewhere along the way, you learn to pick yourself up and glue yourself back together. Waiting for someone to glue you back together is not the way to go, because they will never know which pieces go where, only you do. And you will be okay. Because everything will be okay.