awwww yiss, that’s what I’ll sing all day, THANK
I’m cleaning out my room and I found these dope old SUSPENDERS and obviously I had to put them on and THEN I found this dope HAT to go with the dope suspenders and and and and and I don’t know if I look like a douche or what but damn I just want to go walk around outside and tip my dope hat to random strangers and sing a lot or something
Feeding Line - Boy & Bear
I got my whole damn life
Caught up in moments entirely of yours
I’m finding it harder to reason in order to grow
And finding it hard is a feeling that all of you know
During the scene when Mulan decides to go to war instead of her father, she decides to do it while sitting on the foot of the Great Stone Dragon. The image of the dragon looking over Mulan is repeated several times throughout the sequence, and the bolts of lightning strike at significant times whenever the dragon is in sight. When Mulan takes her father’s scroll and when she is praying to her ancestors, the Great Stone Dragon can be seen. It is also engraved on the sword Mulan uses to cut her hair and the handles of the wardrobe containing the armor are in the shape of the dragon’s head. The dragon’s eyes glowing in the temple symbolizes Mulan’s role as protector of her family awakening, instead of the actual dragon.
The reason Mushu couldn’t wake the dragon is because the dragon was no longer there. Mulan is implied to be the Great Dragon that protects her family.
Anthony Russo [x].
*Punches the air.* YES! The directors get it. Cap 3 is going to be amazing.
Things I’m gonna do when this movie comes out: cry forever probably.
Chris Evans + text posts
0tterp0p I think you might need to see this
YES um this is very INTERESTING and uhhhhh INFORMATIVE and for erm SCHOLARLY PURPOSES ONLY
Via Schtaky with thanks to Lickal0lli for the translation
This came out as a sequel to the Lettuce AU!
"Hi." Lettuce Boy’s voice is softer than he remembered. Deeper. Bucky smiles a little nervously (a little. Just a little nervous. There’s nothing wrong with being nervous on his first date with crushtomer-turned-lettuce-rogue-turned-maybe-actual-boyfriend??-oh-god) and is rewarded with that dimpling smile from Lettuce Boy. Oh God.
"Hi," Bucky chokes in return, very coolly.
"I’m glad you found this place," Lettuce Boy says in a rich, chocolatey drawl. He takes a languid sip of coffee and Bucky watches his lips against the mug, his throat long and smooth as he swallows, and snaps his eyes back to his own mug because oh god oh god oh god he’s out of his depth when did Lettuce Boy get this—this—hot doesn’t cover it anymore. “Hawt," Natasha would have said, in the italics, but Bucky doesn’t think even that is enough.
"It’s one of my favorite haunts," Lettuce Boy continues, emphasizing the word. "The pre-war architecture, you know."
Bucky moved east five years ago and in the intervening time has never bothered to figure out if pre-war is an advantage or even which war it’s referring to. The cafe is very brick-y and a little dark. He looks around with a vaguely appreciative glance—the same expression he gives Natasha when she makes him sample organic roasts—and gives a noncommital murmur. His hands are really. shaking. He is not playing this cool. He wraps his palms around his mug and takes his own languid sip of coffee. It dribbles down his chin.
Lettuce Boy’s eyes follow the liquid as it trails down Bucky’s throat. “Oh dear,” he says calmly, and also, it occurs to Bucky with a drip of fear that slides iced-coffee-like into his gut, like every white-cat-stroking villain in every movie Bucky has ever seen. Bucky grips the mug tighter. “Oh dear,” Lettuce Boy repeats, and lifts a hand to wipe the coffee away with one soft finger.
Bucky shoots back in his chair. A vein pulses in his throat and there are a lot of reactions going in his body that have nothing to do—okay maybe a little to do—with the gorgeous man sitting across from him. His thoughts beat in his skull like a mocha smoothie in a blender. Gorgeous is a much better word that hawt. More classy. He should tell Natasha. He should. He.
Lettuce Boy locks eyes with Bucky and holds his gaze. He raises his finger to his mouth and licks away the coffee dribble. Everything in Bucky slows. down.
"Uh," he finds himself saying. "Uh, what is. what," and then at Lettuce Boy’s raised eyebrow some of the spell is broken and words flop out, "What is going on, I thought you were cute, you were cute—I mean also hot—but you were just cute and you forgot lettuce and you laughed like I was funny and your eyes matched the aisle placards and now you’re—this—” Failing words to describe this, Bucky flaps his hands at Lettuce Boy’s affably bemused face— “you’re not even Lettuce Boy anymore, you’re like—Coffee—God—and I don’t understand what is—or why—and—and—”
He clutches his mug like a tether and closes his mouth around what wanted to come out next, a very whimpery I wanted my Lettuce Boy. He takes another, more careful and less seductive, sip of coffee and tries not to look too much like a child denied an Italian soda.
"Ah," Coffee God breathes, as if Bucky’s outburst has explained everything. "Well, you see," and he gestures toward the window.
Bucky doesn’t see. He looks back at Coffee God, eyes narrowed so he looks thoughtful instead of clueless, and back to the window. But he doesn’t
"I’m very sorry about this," Coffee God says, snapping his jaw and baring incisors. Bucky has enough time to think, with a surprising amount of indignation given the circumstances, no you’re not and then—
Bucky bursts awake on the couch.
"Immortality makes me feel so old," his laptop says, and Bucky claps a hand over his chest to hold his heart in place. He wheezes in air. "Okay," he pants to himself. "Okay. No more Being Human before bed."
He catches his breath enough to pause Netflix and shift the laptop off him. Another few breaths and—well—it can’t hurt.
He finds his phone under the second couch cushion. With very remarkably few second thoughts, he pulls up Lettuce Boy.
ur not a vampire r u
And then, because that was maybe a little abrupt,
that’s a p incongruous use of a :-) bean boy
Bucky’s breath goes out in a whoosh.
Well that’s settled. Bucky sits back and smiles at the image of his cute and definitely-not-vampiric new (boy??)friend taking the time to type “incongruous” but not “pretty.” Then the rest of the message sinks in.
He’s still trying to figure out how many question marks he needs to adequately express his disgust (because Bean Boy?? Really??? that’s not even a thing!!) when Lettuce Boy sends back
oh yeah nat’s in history w me!
she’s been telling me all about u :-)
(see that’s how u use a :-) )
THIS IS WORSE THAN VAMPIRES Bucky sends before he can think about it. He groans and throws his phone aside at Lettuce Boy’s ???
Then he scrambles after it and pulls up Natasha.
fairs fair. give me everything u have on lettuce boy