Destined for – what?

lynati:

magic-and-moonlit-wings:

I’m not active in the Megamind fandom so I’m not sure how many tears have already been shed over this but here it is for everyone to lament: 

There is a very sad difference between one of the trailers and the movie itself. 

In the trailer, when Megamind’s parents put him and Minion in the escape pod, his father tells him, “You are destined for greatness.” Megamind’s narration comments, “That was a lot of pressure to place on an eight-day-old.” 

BUT, 

In the actual movie, his father says, “You are destined for -” and then the escape pod seals. “I didn’t quite hear that last part. Destined for … what?” And then he spends basically the whole movie trying to figure out what his destiny is supposed to be. 

Megamind’s ongoing existential crisis aside, here’s why I find that change super-sad. 

We, those of the audience who have seen that trailer, know the entirety of Megamind’s parents’ last words to him. 

Megamind, canonically, does not.

…ouch.

syx-blue:

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MINE (Anna)

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❝My Evil Queen,❞ Syx murmured, rolling over so that he was pinning her to the bed, ❝My wild Tiger,❞ he peppered her dark skin with soft kisses,

❝I’m yours. A million times over and for every star in the sky. Yours~❞ 

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MINE

dark-blue-mondays:

Harrison pulls Syx close, god, as close as he can.  Their blue limbs are tangled in each other and their lips kiss and nip all the sensitive spots on each other’s neck and ears.

And still he wants him closer.  He wants there to be nothing between them, no clothes, no secrets, no painfully inadequate human words to describe this.  As he tangles his fingers behind Syx’s soft bald head, their lips parting just long enough for a breath, he exhales a word.  

“Yours.”