Peter Pan + favorite facial expressions
Robbie has very expressive eyebrows.
I’ve got a lot of free time so
EVERY PERSON who reblogs this will get a gif that corresponds to their url in their submit thingy.
no, like, every person.
I WANT IT
i’d like to see you try, man
SHE DID IT
I’m interested in seeing a shrimp ramen gif
Mine is a Buffy reference, have at it!
Good luck, mine has no direct reference to anything.
(darling pan theme song)
I love that OUaT screws up the Peter Pan story…and the Darling Pan fandom immediately goes AU, gets darker, and forms a freaking army.
I don’t know what happened in the last few episodes…but I’ve gone from being ambivalent about Duke/Jennifer, to being so completely involved in them.
(Didn’t anyone tell you?
Only boys with gasoline mouths
should play with burning girls.)
Bruce Banner was not always The Hulk.
He became that way as a result of a failed experiment
with a Gamma Bomb. Most of us, I think
have some failure we can point to in our past.
“This,” we say, “This is why I’m monstrous.”
The Hulk does not hulk out randomly.
Only when he’s stressed, or angry.
When Bruce Banner disappears into the other guy,
he doesn’t remember being Bruce Banner,
He’s just some wild force of nature who can’t
control his hands.
Having an anxiety attack feels
like living through death.
A person should not be able to endure that kind of fear
and keep breathing. But still, every time
my lungs and heart betray me. I keep not dying.
The Hulk can’t kill himself. He has tried.
It is so hard to live half monster, to hurt everything
you love by trying to protect it wrong.
I keep trying to protect you from me.
From the nights when I drink the whole bottle,
From the days I don’t get out of bed and just hide
from everything. I don’t Deal With Things well.
I’m not Good At Being An Adult.
When I get scared I can’t control my hands,
I would do anything to make myself feel better.
Even hurt the ones who are trying to save me.
When I calm down, when I can breathe again,
I feel like a superhero at the end of the movie.
When the war is over, and the bad guy is gone,
and he has to walk home through the wreckage
of the city he destroyed by trying
to be a savior.
If I am being honest, I know
I can’t save you. I can’t even save myself.
The thing about the Hulk is he would give anything
to be less interesting.
To be normal, to never again wake up
naked and lonely, staring at the destruction
with no one to blame but himself.
…even from yourself.
My girl would never say what I need to hear
To make it all ok
So we try to make nice and the kids won’t know
For a little while
But it really doesn’t make it
I find you, alone awhile with a heavy hand and a dark-lit smile
At a fine time to regret what I still don’t know
And I really want to make her mine
Heeeeeh... I saw you like my Clintasha edit and I thought I knew your URL from somewhere and I checked and it's cause we're LJ friends xD
We’re like two fantastic planets with excellent taste in entertainment revolving around the same sun.
The type of kisses where teeth collide
When she laughs, the heavens hum a stun-gun lullaby
Those twinkling vixens with the shining spiral eyes
Their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she’s walking by
Curiosity, while you’re there, tell Spirit we’ll never forget. (Spirit by xkcd)
This just made me super sad
This is like Wall-E all over again.
I’m overidentifying with a robot.
Regina stared at the diminutive blonde incredulously. ”Excuse you?”
"I said I forgive you," Tinkerbell repeated, stepping closer to the deposed Queen with visible trepidation.
"I didn’t ask for forgiveness."
"I’m offering it anyways," Tink retorted with a sharpness that Regina knew she’d put there. "Everything that happened wasn’t my fault, but it wasn’t just yours either."
"Therapy sessions with the Blue Fairy?" Regina asked snidely, biting the inside of her lip to restrain the true snarl that wanted to twist her face.
"Dr. Hopper, actually," Tink clarified, smiling slightly. "I wasn’t a good friend to you. I thought I was, but I wasn’t. I pushed you too soon and too fast and if I’d been a good fairy or even a good friend, I’d have had the patience to help you heal instead of offering a band-aid. I’ve never been in love so I didn’t understand what you were going through, I only thought I did."
"You’re paraphrasing Hopper, use your own words, fairy."
"You’re a queen with no kingdom, I’m a fairy with no wings. I was thinking that we could try to be friends again."
"Stranger things have happened," Regina admitted, though she wasn’t smiling and didn’t appear to have softened at all. Inside her chest there was a fizzy feeling that wasn’t quite tickling in her throat but it was a close thing. "I don’t have friends, only people yet to become my enemy."
"You were my first friend. I guess I’ll be yours, as well."
Regina didn’t have an answer for that. She’d been alone for so long that she could barely remember a time when it wasn’t so. Her memories of Daniel had long started to blur until the only thing she could recall with any clarity were the jagged edges of the hole he left in her spirit.
The dark thoughts must have crossed her face but Tink found her courage and stepped closer. She moved hesitantly, clearly waiting for Regina to lash out magically or even physically, but the Queen held back those instincts and forced stillness into her body. Tink’s hands were chilled as she grasped Regina’s forearms, pausing to gauge her reaction to the touch and upon finding none, continued her movements.
Her arms rested feather light around Regina’s shoulders for several minutes before the Queen showed any reaction. Tink jumped when she placed her hands on her back, but it was the permission she’d been waiting for. Her grip settled and solidified around Regina, her breath releasing, her body softening and becoming a comfort to the rigidness the woman she held.
"It’s okay to be sad, Regina. To let go of the anger and to let yourself grieve for him. You’ve put it off for so long, aren’t you exhausted of being so angry?"
She was, but Regina didn’t have to words to explain that she didn’t know how to let things go.