STAR WARS REQUEST!

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reasons why i am now in love with johnny flynn as mr. knightley in emma (2020), in chronological order:

our first glimpse of knightley is as an independent person, completely separate from his relationship to emma, and though those first minutes of his screen time have very little dialogue, we see him (*ahem* all of him *ahem* *chef’s kiss*) and bits of his character shining through in how he carries himself during vulnerable moments, how he interacts with his servants and banters with them, how he is clearly an energetic, against the grain, down-to-earth man, from his clear familial intimacy with the housekeeper to his desire to walk everywhere rather than taking a carriage. we also get a simple establishing shot of him walking through empty covered rooms that sets up the importance of the relationship with the woodhouse family in his presumably lonely bachelor life

(but also, god bless autumn de wilde for truly directing this movie in the female gaze, BLESS YOU)

just…the way he’s always soft and familiar with emma - they banter and argue passionately, but also sit close together and laugh in private moments together showing how kindred they are

the DANCE at the BALL - the way he carefully takes her hand before the dance, the way you can literally see him get drawn into the dance and staring into her eyes, the way he forgets the steps and does the WRONG MANEUVER at the end so that she is in his arms, the HANDS the hands ok i’ll stop now

the way he seems so stricken and confused and desperate and longing as he gets left behind after the dance, and then runs after her?! and then stares at her when she runs out to meet him?! the restless pining is just ungghhh

and THEN he’s adorably bumbling and thinks emma wants him to stay but then emma asks for frank to stay instead and he does that adorable scrunched up face like …”really? him? in front of my salad?”

also, taking off the uncomfortable bits of his period costume so he can starfish sprawl on the floor in romantic frustration what a mood

i liked how, in the box hill fight, you get a sense that he’s not so much straight angry at her but more viscerally disappointed in emma because he loves her so much and knows that she should know better and that she is capable of being better and he just desperately wishes that she could find the empathy he knows she possesses underneath her societal mask of superiority

him running and hopping over walls to meet emma before The Scene was absolutely adorable

he gets teary-eyed not ONCE but TWICE at the end of this movie because he loves emma so much and he’s so EARNEST as he bares his heart to her - he is definitely the most emotionally moved and visibly in love mr knightley of all the adaptations, and i just…MY HEART

he’s bumbling for most of the movie but THEN at the end he’s suddenly smooth and sneakily like “oh mr. woodhouse maybe you are right maybe there is a draft in the room oh no i must go sit next to emma” and then he’s so SWEET and he looks so fond and even more in love when she gives him the adorable little peck of a kiss… and they do the forehead touch!! as he gazes at her and slowly leans back in?! i was SWOONING i tell you

basically, johnny flynn was just a really SOFT mr. knightley and i love him thank you for coming to my TED talk

OKAY DEMIGODS, WAKE UP!! IT’S HERE!! IT’S FREAKIN HAPPENINGGG 😭😭

michael lee brown’s connor murphy look

im sweating my dudes he looks too damn fine and it suits him A LOT it makes me want to yell ‘till my lungs explode.

please. just. MLB’s connor murphy look. reblog if you agree. 

Me watching the secret garden (1993) :

Is this dark academia or cottagecore?

We'll never know folks

Watch out Broadway, you have some competition and it's called John Mulaney and the Sack Lunch Bunch.

how to be a god

speak with a smirk, your smile can be a magnet. speak with a scowl, your eyes could cut like daggers.

walk with your head high, let your wings stretch as wide as possible. never look down on mortals, you’re meant for the skies.

dress to the nines no matter the occasion. ballgowns from any time period, victorian suits, knights armor. blood stains are simply proof of your power.

stain your lips with cherries or pomegranates, or even blood. slip daggers into your hair and tie your hair back with gold chains. never forget to adorn your head with a crown.

always touch, never be touched. let your hands roam their body freely, and take your time sizing up your pray. when you kiss them, don’t forget to bite.

carry around books from the crusades, from witches, from the romans. read to remember the battles you were apart of, the stories written after you.

speak in latin, in ancient greek, in ancient tamil. let the mortals know your words have power. scrawl ominous sayings across the wall, whether it be in blood or wine

every day feast as if there’s no tomorrow. accept only ambrosia and wine. sit at the head of your table and unfurl your wings, the world is at your fingertips.

let the women circle around you, shouting your name in a crazed way. let them dedicate their lives to your glory, let them kill to be near you. you are above all.

take your time. time runs by you, drink your wine slowly, scrawl threats on paper without rush, slide your sword into the mere mortal tenderly. you own the world.

if season 2 is cancelled, i say we petition jonathan stroud to write more lockwood & co books

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