Gabbie | Asian | INFP
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"O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!”
(Hamlet, Act I, Scene V)
|· jane foster ·|
Diaval Asks About The Curse
I found the Maleval deleted scene :’D
Everyone just wants Loki to be a prostitute, don’t they?
Well, we all know why.
Jane Foster was not a desperate woman. She wasn’t even a lonely one (okay, maybe a little bit sometimes). What she was was a single, working woman moving up the corporate ladder, reading scientific texts on the side and saving up for her annual week in the summer with her Godfather up in Norway. (He’d been doing very well since retiring, and Jane was eager to see him again.)
She had a small pool of friends, if not close ones. Most were leftover from her high school days. At least one was a former intern she had never lost touch with. All of them had go on to their own lives, with careers and families. Darcy had been the last of them, marrying the sweet and somewhat dorky Ian just three months ago. Already, they were expecting their first child from a rather wild honeymoon, as Darcy described it.
Jane was happy for her, she really was. She was happy for all her friends, but maybe there were times, when she had a slow day at work and nothing good was on TV, when thoughts of what it would be like to have a significant other again. So what if her first (and so far last) big attempt hadn’t worked out. It wasn’t her fault she and Don had grown apart. These things just happened sometimes. Fairy tales were for storybooks and real life did not come with happy endings. Not completely happy anyway.
But none of that was the reason she had found herself in this ‘bad’ part of town, driving along an almost empty road amid neon street signs and scantily clad woman in gaudy make-up walking up and down the street turning tricks. It had absolutely nothing to do with the wedding announcement for Donald Blake and his beautiful fiancee, whatsherface (Jane had forgotten), complete with sickeningly sweet photograph of them hugging, with Don kissing the woman’s cheek as she beamed. It definitely had nothing to do with the necklace the woman was wearing in the shot, which looked rather suspiciously like the one he was going to give Jane for Christmas before they broke up.
Jane would never admit to anything.
Japanese child actress Mana Ashida (little Mako) was embarrassed that she couldn’t pronounce Guillermo Del Toro’s name so he gave her special permission to call him “Totoro-san” instead.
My Neighbor Guillermo Del Toro.
If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.
Remember that the man has had a first-rate, classical education. He’s an actor, and a genius at that. Do you think for even a split second he doesn’t know what he’s doing with his hands? I took one look at the photo from LFF and thought ‘Renaissance Hands.’
Well it may not be a hammer but it sure is magical 💚✨
The moment Jane realized she fell for the wrong brother …