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2020: A MERLIN CALENDAR (insp.)

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realizing ive been here since i was 15-16

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I’d like to take this moment to remember with fondness how Mad Max Fury Road was a feminist anti-establishment anti-capitalist anti-war film that criticised the toxic world in which boys are bred as short-lived canon fodder for selfish bloated old men who hoard resources 

while women who dream of a softer, kinder world but are able to fight for it are the key to a better future with better leadership so long as they kill the old, abusive authorities along the way, and distribute resources fairly instead of selling lies about its limits as set by said selfish bloated resource hoarding old men

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the most underrated moment in movie history is when darcy pretends to be jane so bingley can practice proposing

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today is the only day you can reblog this ever

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#A LOOK

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not to sound like one of those annoying old people who hates change and refuses to accept new things or whatever but i miss traditional hand drawn 2d animated films like….. why does everything have to be 3d cgi nowadays

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it already happened :D

may the last months of 2017 be the plot twist you have been waiting for

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pretty sure the WHYYYYYY part of sabotage is just bones screaming at warp speed through deep space

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Now remember, Captain Shakespeare has a fearsome reputation.

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get to know me meme [2/20] movies ▻ Stardust (2007)

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really… “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.

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The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth. 

-George R.R Martin

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if you were born in the 2000s there’s a 100% chance i still think y’all are like 7.

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season 3 of skam was the most authentic, well-written piece of media i’ve seen probably ever. experiencing it in real time was like reading your favourite book, one you didn’t want to put down the first time you read; one you’ve re-read countless times and dog-eared, highlited, and scribbled in so much it’s almost intelligible. 

season 3 taught me what it was like to see myself in someone else’s eyes through mainstream television. being gay is one of the hardest struggles i’ve ever faced, doubled with the burden of being trans. whilst season 3 doesn’t necessarily touch basis on the aforementioned, it sheds light on the lgbtq+ community as a whole, something we can all take from, straight or queer.

being pansexual and seeing straight cis boys discussing my sexuality like it’s not some made up, tumblr bullshit thing is so rewarding. hearing about bipolar disorder and how ugly it can be, how love doesn’t save you but the promise of a future certainly will is so rewarding. how depression isn’t fun or pretty and often leaves a sour taste in your mouth, something your lover will never rescue you from is so rewarding. seeing that, so raw and tender laid out in front of me, is something i’ll never forget, near into the future. mania is scary. mania is awful and ugly and pulses through your veins and bruises your skin. mania is manageable, though, and i never thought i’d see such split open love for queer, mentally ill people.

season 3 of skam was a ride. one that made my stomach sink and my heart twist and bend. one i didn’t want to get off of. the acting was the most phenomenal display of tangible emotion, and i quickly got addicted and sucked into it. 

isak valtersen is one of the most developed characters i’ve had the pleasure of seeing. he’s flawed and ripped at the edges, but he’s also kind and caring and loyal. watching him go from a snotty, slightly misogynistic 15 year old boy blinded by love for his best friend to an out 17 year old living with his boyfriend and tackling the future for himself, his partner, and his friends was a wonderful experience.

gullruten or not, tarjei sandvik moe and his character isak valtersen are everything in my eyes.

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You remember that first time? Sitting in theaters? Watching a swarm of space bees explode to the beat of Sabotage? Realizing that the ST:B team had somehow manged to translate the overwhelming camp of the 1960s into the 2010s and created something so ridiculous and beautiful it could only be Star Trek? I remember that. 

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