Prince Hans is a mirror. He reflects the way people act around him. With Anna he is clumsy and goofy. With the Duke he is aggressive. With Elsa he acts like a hero; Powerful, but also scared. And the only scene in which he acts like his true self is a scene where he looks at his own reflection.
Sorry I was speeding, officer. I was listening to Mumford and Sons and the banjo solo came on.
there’s not enough bruce banner on my dash and i’m fixing that 6/∞
My two entries for the contest ‘I Wish I Was Kryptonian’ on www.superwomenmania.com! The task was to draw a female character from a movie or a comic with Superman’s powers! I chose Anna from Frozen and I gave her super strength and the power to fly! I had a lot of fun in drawing her costume!
the scariest thing about the Hunger Games films is when Caesar Flickerman legitimately makes you smile because he is the one that turns this twisted fight to the death into mindless entertainment for the masses and in that moment you realize that just for a second it worked on you.
Scientists, examining Britain’s greatest Anglo-Saxon gold treasure collection, have discovered that it isn’t quite as golden as they thought.
Tests on the famous Staffordshire Anglo-Saxon treasure, a vast gold and silver hoard found by a metal detectorist five years ago, have now revealed that the 7th century Anglo-Saxon goldsmiths used sophisticated techniques to make 12-18 karat gold look like 21-23 karat material.
Scientific research, carried out over the past two years on behalf of Birmingham City and Stoke-on-Trent City councils, which jointly own the hoard, has revealed that the Anglo-Saxon goldsmiths had discovered an ingenious way of, metallurgically, dressing mutton up as a lamb. Read more.
we can put a man on the moon, but we can’t determine why the heck I’m attracted to Eddie Redmayne? [shakes head] america is going downhill
If I ever did write Game of Thrones fanfic, it probably would just be about how I smuggled Sam Tarly out of a wormhole from Westeros to some other happier fancy mystical land where he could be peaceful and happy with his books and stuff. Maybe Narnia. He’s used to the snow.
— From Sonnet 104, William Shakespeare
This poem seems fitting because as of today, it’s been three years since my beloved gentleman companion first asked me out. But I didn’t post the whole poem, because Shakespeare (or at least the narrator of his sonnets) seems to have some weird preoccupation with aging and the decay of beauty.
My version of the sonnet would probably end with something about how the passage of time just changes beauty to a different beauty. The longer I get to know your face, the more nature subtly adapts it, so that every time I look at this face that I know so well, I’m actually looking at it for the first time. I think that’s awesome. But that’s probably why Shakespeare’s a famous writer and not me.