Adam Driver Behind The Scenes Of ‘Star Wars: The Last Jedi’. 🎬

Pretty sure the final fight went like this

don't have daddy issues or mommy issues, I got them ✨️khandani issues✨️🫶🏻

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

she would have loved him if she could have ever met him, and he would have loved her.

I know that, had she lived, this little squirt would have been glued to her side. she probably knew Paz, even distantly, due to them both being pilots. she might have even known the kid as a tiny little infant.

and then the war is over and... no one wants him. no one wants to take care of him. it's seen as a chore. but she can't help, even if she never considered herself to be a motherly type, not with the cards she had previously been dealt, but to go see the little thing in whatever makeshift nursery they she set up for him. to place her finger in his little hand and feel him squeeze it with all his tiny might.

she doesn't have to be his mom, she tells herself, just his fun tia, or maybe his badass big sister.

she sings to him little Spanish lullabies she remembers from her own childhood, and dances with him in the nursery when she manages to scrape up some old audio files. calls him by the middle name he was given, cause Javier had a better ring than Miles (she wonders who decided on that. can't decide wish irks her more). seeing that boy smile every time she entered the room, arms reaching for her, it makes her day.

as he gets bigger, starting to walk, holding her hand, then running, running away, her heart briefly fluttering with melancholy, before he runs right back into her arms. he starts to speak, and tries his best to say her name, with all his might, before giving up and calling her di-di.

he follows her around. she puts little braids and beads and feathers in her hair. he clings to her legs. she takes him flying.

he inherits her fire. Quaritch can't be found in his face or his eyes. all anyone can see is Trudy.

she'd raise hell for her baby. brother. boy. son.

Save me. Save me, cunty father and son who never acknowledge each other as such and get stoned together while casually running one of Gotham's most powerful crime empires and who may also beat the shit out of each other from time to time because they both suffer from anger issues and have a history of violence but they also care about each other in a terrible, horrible, dysfunctional way because they share a similar desperation for family that Gotham tore away from them both. Save me.

WHO IS SHE, HOW DID THEY FALL IN LOVE, DID HE ASK JAKE FOR ADVICE, DO THEY HAVE A FAMILY, ARE HER AND NEYTIRI BESTIES I HAVE TO KNOW.

That explains why he has alot of olangi accessories. I NEED MORE NORM he's so underrated

Reposting last year’s art

prometheus: hot take,

the greek gods: no give that back

The year was 2004. Young Mousie just received some truly terrible news. And then she went to watch Shah Rukh Khan in Main Hoon Na, and miraculously, was able to forget about them for 3+ hours in that darkened movie theater.

The year is now 2025, the world is going to hell and I am watching Shak Rukh Khan in Jawan, and miraculously, I am able to forget about it for 3+ hours in my darkened room.

I don't really watch much Bollywood any longer (I used to be HARDCORE back way when) and probably couldn't name any of the newer stars for the life of me.

But Shah Rukh Khan? My once and forever obsession; never any other actor from anywhere has made me feel the same.