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It was Paul Rudish “Creator of the Mickey Mouse Shorts” Birthday over the weekend and we through a fun surprise Birthday party for him on Friday. I ended up drawing the card which was so fun and hard to keep secret since he reviews my work a lot. I had to draw him with his babies of course. He’s the best boss ever. <3
Haha look Eliza Icons 👻
Alright I made quick renders of Eliza so feel free to use them in your editing yall!
Woody dragging Young Master Xehanort through the mud in KH3
I love you KH fans dearly but how do you guys not lose your shit daily when you see disney characters dropping lines like this at bishie anime characters
you say that like that’s not half the appeal of this godforsaken franchise
Do you think the non human babies are different at birth? Like a cub is the size of a chihuahua, dragon babies are slimey when they hatch and merbabies are all veiny and translucent?
I think so!!
The cubs are so tiny! Dragon babies are covered in slick and have pieces of eggshell stuck to them. Merbabies are very translucent, you can see their little hearts beating through their skin.
In terms of body horror for a human who gives birth and then gets handed one of those and has to try to not recoil..
As long as I’ve got prior warning I’m down. I will hug my freaky newborns!
fairy gala “help malleus to not look so gloomy so he doesn’t scare the other fairies” edition
Ariel did not simply ‘give [her] voice up for a man.’
Since childhood, Ariel has been among my favorite Disney princesses. I connect with her deeply – and whenever someone (like Keira Knightley recently) brings up the old line that she is a ‘bad role model’ for young girls because she ‘gives up her voice for a man,’ my heart breaks.
That reading of Ariel’s character is reductive and inaccurate.
Everyone always mentions that Ariel was interested in the human world before meeting Eric, but not as many people point out how radical that makes her in the context of her own society.
Ariel lives in a society that is xenophobic towards humans, Triton at various points calls them “barbarians,” “savage,” and “incapable of any real feeling.” She lives in a society that constantly tells her that her interest in the human world is wrong and bad, something she struggles with at the start of Part of Your World:
By seeking a fuller understanding of the human world, Ariel actively challenges her father’s xenophobia, thinking for herself instead of accepting her society’s fears and prejudices.
The film goes out of its way to establish Ariel as an outsider within her own society. Think for a moment about the opening lines of Part of Your World:
Look at this stuff. Isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl The girl who has everything? Look at this trove, Treasures untold How many wonders can one cavern hold? Lookin’ around here you’d think Sure, she’s got everything…
People who criticize Ariel so often mis-characterize her as simply a spoiled teenager. The very statement, “She gave up her voice for a man!” implies she’s a foolish girl who throws her life and agency away in a fit of pique.
Yet, the opening of Part of Your World anticipates that certain members of the audience will have a superficial understanding of Ariel’s pain and directly addresses that. On a superficial level, Ariel does seem like “the girl who has everything.” She is the daughter of the most important merman in Atlantica, she has countless treasures hidden away in her grotto…
But that’s the thing, you see. They’re hidden in her grotto. Ariel may be the daughter of the sea-king, but the sea-king hates and fears humanity. Part of Your World is the most heartbreaking rebuttal to anyone who sees Ariel as a shallow teenager because it shows how alone she truly is. Except for Flounder, she has no one under the sea she can genuinely confide in. (She confides in Sebastian, of course, but he was sent by her father to spy on her and he does betray her trust – by mistake, but he does). Her sisters and the rest of Atlantica presumably do not question the prejudices that cause the human world to be forbidden to the sea folk.
Ariel is an outcast, forced to hide who she is from the people who should love her unconditionally.
The more Part of Your World goes on, the more devastating and resonant Ariel’s collection of artifacts becomes.
These artifacts represent a void in her life and, at the same time, are the only means she has of filling that void.
She longs to have knowledge, but her society imposes ignorance on her. She longs to see the human world herself, to ask questions and finally be answered – but it is all denied her. The imposed ignorance forces her to live vicariously through the artifacts she collects.
She cannot see a couple dancing, so she must content herself with a music box.
She can only experience the shadow of fire on oil and canvas.
Her collection perpetually reminds her that there is a world beyond her reach. At the same time, it is her central way of interacting with that world. Yes, she can go up to to the surface and talk to Scuttle, but her collection is something so much more personal. These are items she saved from the ruins of ships, sometimes at the risk of her own life… so she could study them, learn from them, and lament the unjust rules of her society that prevent her from learning more…
Her courage, her curiosity, her thirst for knowledge are all bound up in these precious possessions.
And yes, they are objects. Yes, she wants more than a collection of objects. But this collection is all she has. And, as far as Ariel knows, it is all she will ever have…
When you’re all but alone in the world and you have only meager scraps to cling to, those scraps mean the world to you.
And, I remind you, Ariel cannot even openly enjoy her collection of scraps, the shadows of a world she cannot touch. She has to hide even them, guard them, keep them secret.
Ariel’s grotto is a place of solace and security where she can be herself without fear of judgment.
There is a reason the destruction of Ariel’s grotto harrowed me more as a child than any other scene in a Disney film. I could hardly watch it. I hid my face. I begged my family to skip scene. I was reduced to a sobbing mess. On a personal level, it harrowed me more than the destruction of Cinderella’s dress.
That reason is because, in watching the scene, I felt the pain of a place of refuge being invaded.
By the time we reach the destruction of the grotto, we are as emotionally invested in Ariel’s collection as she is because we see that the objects are more than objects. They are extensions of herself, encapsulating all her feelings of hope and hopelessness.
Destroying those items is like annihilating a part of her soul.
That is why I hate the “she gave up her voice for a man” line of thought so much. Because it so blatantly disregards the context of the film. Because it paints Ariel as a shallow teenager. Because it places blame for what follows solely on Ariel’s shoulders and absolves Triton of any wrongdoing.
I want to tread carefully here because, like Ariel, Triton is a nuanced and complex character. He has good intentions and cares about his youngest daughter.
Yet, even a well-intentioned individual can be in the wrong. Even an individual who is right about certain things (Ariel is indeed impetuous and reckless at times – though I hope my analysis reminds readers that those are not her sole character traits), can be wrong about other things.
And Triton’s confrontation with Ariel highlights his failings and his faults.
Look at Ariel’s face when she first sees her father in the grotto:
The enhancement of expression in animation allows the audience to clearly see the fear in her face.
Triton has created an environment where his own daughter is afraid of him.
No parent should do that to their child.
Confronting Ariel, Triton says, “I consider myself a reasonable merman. I set certain rules and I expect those rules to be obeyed.”
On one level, Triton is right to expect his children to respect the rules he sets in place.
What I feel Triton misses, however, is that respect is not the same as intimidation.
Since Triton wants Ariel to accept his rules based solely on his authority as her father, he makes it impossible for there to be any communication between himself and his daughter.
This dynamic means that he will not listen to Ariel even when Ariel is in the right and he is not. Children should listen to their parents, but in the same way, parents should listen to their children.
Triton may be in the right to worry about his daughter’s safety, but his fear is still born of bigotry – bigotry that Ariel recognizes and rejects.
Triton, after all, grows angry at his daughter because she wouldn’t let another living being die. He specifically calls her out because she “rescued a human from drowning.” When Ariel counters that allowing someone helpless to miserably drown is cruel, he shuts her down with:
When Ariel points out the illogical nature of her father’s brutal line of thought and says, “You don’t even know him!”, Triton responds:
Even if a viewer is largely sympathetic to Triton, that viewer cannot ignore Triton’s prejudice in this moment.
He generalizes millions of people.
And if the rules he sets down include the tacit understanding, “Let innocents die because, by virtue of their humanity, their lives have no value,” then maybe those rules deserve to be broken. Maybe those rules need to be changed.
Ariel may be a teenager, but she is wiser than her father here.
(Also, can I say that Ariel’s body language here breaks my heart every time I see it? She’s swimming away from her father, recoiling…
…until she’s cowering behind Eric’s statue. She looks like she’s about to cry as her father pours forth more vitriol…
…and after she bursts out with the exclamation, “Daddy, I love him!”, she’s terrified that she’s said it.)
Triton believes that he alone is in the right and destroys the grotto because he feels it is “the only way” to “get through to” his daughter. He believes he must be cruel only to be kind.
Yet, in the end…
…he only succeeds…
…in being cruel.
Triton’s unwillingness to listen to his daughter – his unwillingness to treat her with the same respect he demands of her – only widens the gulf between them.
Ariel does not go to the sea-witch because she has been mooning over a man.
Ariel goes to the sea-witch because she has no voice in her own home. Becoming human, she gains the ability to live life on her own terms. Becoming human, she ironically gains the voice she has been denied for so long.
Ariel goes to the sea-witch because her father sends a message to her – a message that she does not matter, that there is no place for someone like her in Atlantica.
Triton may never have meant to send that message, but send it, he did… and he should be held accountable for that.
Indeed, the film does hold him accountable for that.
After destroying the grotto, Triton realizes he has done a horrible thing.
Look into his eyes after Ariel falls to weeping:
Look at the regret in his eyes. Look at the remorse. He knows he has gone too far. He never meant to hurt his daughter like this.
And when Ariel vanishes from Atlantica, Triton takes responsibility for his actions. What does he say when his daughter cannot be found? Does he say, “What folly has my daughter gotten herself into now?”
No. He says:
Simply saying that Ariel ‘gave up [her] voice for a man’ ignores the painful complexity of the situation in which she finds herself. It ignores the depth of her motivation. It ignores Triton’s culpability. It ignores her best character traits and only highlights her flaws (and yes, she has flaws, for she is a multifaceted, well-written character.)
But Ariel’s rejection of prejudice, her ability to see beauty in a group that nearly everyone around her demonizes, her courage and determination and love, are all venerable traits…
…and Ariel’s courage, determination, and love are what inspire Triton to open his heart and change.
Some people say that The Little Mermaid is more Triton’s story than Ariel’s. I disagree and feel that assessment unfairly dismisses Ariel’s emotional journey. Triton has a compelling arc in the film – but that arc is only set in motion because of Ariel’s agency.
He learns from his daughter’s example.
He grows because of her.
Why don’t we talk more about Ariel, the young woman who always challenged her father’s prejudice? Why don’t we talk more about Ariel, who actively spoke out about the flaws she saw in her society? Why don’t we talk more about Ariel, whose actions helped change that society for the better? Why don’t we talk more about Ariel, who formed a bridge between two worlds and enacted positive change?
Why don’t we talk more about that Ariel?
I know Ariel can be impulsive, but she is sixteen years old, and her impulsiveness only makes her character realistic. She makes mistakes but, like her father, she owns up to those mistakes and learns from them:
There are critics of Ariel’s character who want to make the story of The Little Mermaid black and white. Because Triton recognizes Ariel’s impulsiveness, they ignore Triton’s faults and trivialize Ariel.
Yet, the story the film presents is not so black and white. Ariel and Triton are not so one-dimensional.
They both learn from each other and grow together.
This embrace is so meaningful because, by the end of the film, Triton finally shows Ariel the same respect he asks of her and in so doing, he earns her respect.
Ariel, meanwhile, recognizes her own mistakes and gains a new appreciation for her father.
The Little Mermaid is a beautiful film and Ariel is a brave, inspiring, complex heroine.
this is the bi flag of death
reblog if you are bi and dead
My kink is unloved characters suddenly being loved unconditionally
matcha x strawberry
felt good to dust off the ol’ otp after a million years, haha
This is the Karna of Charity. Alterjuna will respond to your summons but only if you reply with “I never resented you brother”
Sunshine tits anon BRING BACK HOT LOAD OF BRED
Yo, I second that.
“Ah, ahhh! Please! Just, just a bit more!” Sandalphon was so very very close. And he’d been close for what felt like eons. He couldn’t tell. Couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t move. He could only hear and feel and it was driving him mad.
“Ah ah ah, not yet sweetie. But since you’ve been holding out so well I have a special treat for you.” Your voice was a mix of taunting and alluring in his ears. Sometimes circling him, sometimes so close he could almost feel you, always tantalizing. “Do you want a treat darling?”
“Y yes. Anything you have to give me. Just please, end this.” Sandalphon could feel the stiff yet soft caress of something he couldn’t quite identify running up his sides, skipping over the ropes that decorated his torso. “Wh what is…?”
“You’re a smart boy Sandalphon. I’m sure you can guess it. Guess right and I’ll ride you until you’re done, does that sound good?” Up and down his sides it went, lingering on his stomach, brushing over his neck and thighs. So familiar but just beyond his grasp.
“Hah haaah. I know this feeling. I know it I just can’t-!” it went over his nipples in teasing circles. Finally you were paying attention to them again. He was loath to admit it but he loved it when you teased him there.
“That’s it, just a little further and you’ll get it. Shall I give you a hint?” Ugh, you were right by his ear now. You weren’t playing fair at all.
“I don’t need a hint! Just stop talking so I can concentrate.” Bad choice of words. As soon as he said that you moved it down to trace over the head of his cock. “Gahh! You dirty-!”
“Not going to guess? That’s a shame. Guess I’ll have to end this here and untie you.” You lifted it off of him and seemed to be, as far as he could guess from the sounds, moving to untie him.
“No! No. I just need a moment. It’s it’s, wait, you can’t be serious. Is that one of my feathers?!” How had he not guessed that immediately? He’d had wings all his life. He should have recognized it. Still, from the sound of your pleased laughter he’d gotten it right.
“Bingo! That’s my good boy! You did it!” You placed a kiss on his forehead and moved to untie his legs. “Now don’t pout. I can’t comfortably ride you in this position. If I don’t untie you just a little bit it’s no good.”
“You’d better keep your word. You promised me.” Sandalphon frowned while you carefully unbound his legs and stretched them out. Once you had massaged some blood flow back into them you carefully pushed him down so that he was laying on his back.
“Always love. Now do you want me to take your blindfold off yet or no?” He always gave the same answer but he was happy that you always asked.
“No. I want to ride this out to the end the same way I have been.”
“Ride huh? Hehehe.”
“Ugh, you would bring puns into the bedroom.” annoyed though he was that did let him release some of the tension that had been building up.
“I would indeed. Here we go!” Sandalphon bit his lip to keep from crying out as your soft wetness began to engulf him. “Mm, always a snug fit. But you know I love it. You always feel so good inside me.”
“O of course I do. Hahh...” there, now he was fully inside you. He was grateful for the moment you always gave him when you’d settled on to him like this. A moment to feel your weight on his hips and thighs so he could ground himself in that sensation. “You must really love tormenting me to be this wet already.”
“Only when you ask for it. I’m going to start moving now sweetie. G gonna go as fast as I can. O okay?” You lifted yourself off of him slowly before slamming back down on him, drawing a loud cry from him. “You okay there? That was a good shout not a bad shout right?”
“A g a good one. Please, continue. I’m so close.” Although he couldn’t see it he knew you’d nodded at that. You always did and it was painfully cute. In answer to his request you started a fast pace, angling your hips back so he could hit that one spot that felt even better than all the others. Neither of you would last long now but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that wonderful friction between your bodies, that wet slapping sound, the sweet moans that you pulled from each other’s lips. These sessions were so rough on you both but always so so worth it.
“Ha, ha, I make fun of you so much but think I’m the one whose not gonna last. Guess I’m too, too worked up.” your pace was becoming uneven but by this point he didn’t care. Everything felt so good like this. “A aahhh! C coming-!”
“M Me too! Nnngh!” he let out everything he had inside of you with a shuddered moan. After a minute or so you carefully slid off of him and started untying him. Every time a knot came undone you massaged the skin under it and left a quick kiss there before moving on. Slowly, bit by bit you untied him until he was once again bare of everything but the blindfold which he took off himself.
“How are you feeling Sandy? All good? Sore anywhere?” You fussed over every inch of him like this every time. It was sweet.
“Only the kind of sore I’m supposed to be. It’s already fading.” Sandalphon kissed your cheek before pulling you in for a hug. “I know I complain but, you do know that I enjoy this time with you right? I wouldn’t do this with just anyone.”
“Mm, I’m glad. Love you Sandy.”
“Love you too.”
i just met someone who kins hellboy and was really sexist in a rabies server and turns out that someone in a cannibal server im in had receipts about them being really homophobic so im screaming so hard right now.
you’re just saying words to me they don’t go together like that
u lie down and its like (• ) ( •) and thats just how it is
You lie on your side and it’s just (•)(• )
what kind of eyes do y’all have
Wait wait wait. Let’s see if they can figure it out.
concept
a beaded curtain, but instead of beads they’re worms on strings
you know… these guys
Hi op I hope this satisfies your needs.
Needs more worms
I wanna make one of these that is like a literal curtain of worms
No clear strings available to get caught and tangle, I want them nose to ass like some kind of horrible human centipede of worms, covering my doorway
@fanotastic more worms
Aw fuck. Nothing makes you assholes happy.
Fuck you guys.
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Where did you GET THE WORMS THO
