Dreamingofsomethingdifferent - Dreaming Of Something Different

Imagine a version of Beauty and the Beast where, immediately after his transformation and the passionate kiss, the Beast dies. Belle is momentarily stunned, but then she joins the rest of her friends as they celebrate the curse being broken. Later, she travels to a provincial town, similar to the one she grew up in and wanted to leave so badly. The story ends with her looking to the horizon, like she did before her adventure.

There: you have the end of The Rise of Skywalker.

Kaizoku Oujo // Episode 8

green? green <3

“You’re hard to find.”

“You’re hard to get rid of.”

If you didn't want me to fall for the villain you shouldn't have made them sexy and sad

in conclusion, i am dead

Star Wars - movie costumes x modern style

Check out my blog for separate versions for Rey & Kylo and the og trio ✌

I respect everyone’s interpretations of Beauty and the Beast but I feel like for me personally “a person who behaves badly when angry and is incompetent at relationships learns better skills through hard work and the patience and firm boundaries of someone who loves them” is an Important Narrative and I wish it would not be equated with abuse

Can I watch a great film knowing the actresses in it were terrorized and mistreated the entire time? Can I watch a football game knowing that the players are getting brain injuries right before my eyes? Can I listen to my favorite albums anymore knowing that the singers were all beating their wives in between studio sessions? Can I eat at the new fancy taco place knowing when the building that used to be there got bulldozed eight families got kicked out of their homes so they could be replaced with condos and a chain restaurant? Can I wear the affordable clothes I bought downtown that were probably assembled in a sweatshop with child labor? Can I eat quinoa? Can I eat this burger? Can I drink this bottled water? Can I buy a car and drive to work because I’m sick of taking an hour each way on the subway? Whose bones do I stand on? Whose bones am I standing on right now?