Was half asleep and then woke up to the sound of my cats trying to kill something. Turns out there was a giant spider beneath my pillow. They didn’t even kill it and now it’s scurried off somewhere 💀
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There is a Twitter Magnifico simp account who has the most braindeadass takes on Wish.
A notable post they made is comparing Asha with Gaston with Knowing What I Know Now compared to the Mob Song.
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yeah totally makes sense. song that literally goes “kill the beast” is the same as asha (who is being framed as a criminal by the king and has the whole kingdom against her) telling the truth to her friends about the king being crazy evil
although you know what really makes me mad. it’s people in the comments for these kind of posts. they always blindly go “yeah! so true! disney sucks! don’t watch their movies!” without even questioning what’s being talked about. they don’t know who this is. they haven’t seen wish. they haven’t seen a disney movie in 10 years. but they’ll always go “yeah disney is so bad now that it’s gone woke🙄” I’d literally love to take their phone and throw it out the window
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i only hope that with the way these changes are rolling out theyll eventually look decent once everything is done but. thats a pipe dream truly. xkit come fix this please. xkit pspspspspspsps
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I respect how you’re always doing your own thing lol you inspired me to not even care about my followers list
caring about followers is such a foreign concept to me and i dont understand why anyone would want a high follower count especially on tumblr like what are u even gonna do with them? just look at them?
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❛ you have never seen such heathens. ❜ Kohga says with a grin, referring to the Yiga. (For Ganondorf!)
"Oh, I have borne witness, both alike and distinct, to many." Ganondorf's answer comes like thunder, like fire. ━ a low rumble turned crackle turned air buzzing with too much and yet not enough all at once, an anticipation that followed him as he swept 'cross the grounds. For an individual of his size, he is almost weightless in his shifting, almost wilting to scrape high the roof of the ruins not high enough where the stones meet strands of red bristling off from his crown. Each footfall accentuated; the bleaching of stone & textile, the delicacy in which he revokes it, pulled back out of the earth as though a stain so simple to be removed. ━ how considerate it was, for Gods to fuss and worry over hospitalities.
he casts a glance to the Yigas master, eyes stunning and bright and terrible, curls of crimson mane licking up into color undefined, like blazing divinity, how inexpressible it could be, to see something of divinity wrapped in bone & skin & cloth. there is a wonder, if this is what being in the presence of Princesses or Heroes is like, the same divinity in the opposite way ━ the Hero always more human, not God, merely blessed, champion in this way ━ where Ganondorf was his own, but they were theirs. Two against one, eternal.
"None, however, as impassioned as you," he continues "I would consider it something of respect, that you could harbor such liveliness for so long."
He wonders; passingly in the low light of twilight bleeding into the hideout as it is full with noise & distraction & color and as fabric folds with his limbs as he moves to sit, content to watch the clan breathe with itself; how much the Yiga would be willing to risk in such devotion to their goal. ━ everything, until everything is too much, until the world turns on them again.
━ Again. how it has before. how it could again, forever worse to do. How Ganondorf knows something similar, burning in his blood. ( perhaps Kohga knows the feeling. )
He finds himself beginning to understand, why it is they come looking for him.
his eyes, momentary in their focus on their leader, find somewhere else to settle. ( and he finds himself wondering, just as passing to reserve it for less occupied times, just how long the Yiga will last as they are. Resourceful and fast and stubborn, but tracing edges of impermanence, the way everything does, is made to. Except him, of course. Except him. ━ he likes to think, sentiment more than hope, that their stretch of being will not be killed, so much as it does not stay the same; the definition changing. 'the Yiga' not as a weapon, not a sharpness and outracing and hidden, 'the Yiga' as a people allowed to be people, to be families, to stay. He likes to think, in the way it could be hope, that they will not be like him forever. They, to grow out of shunning. Him, to stay the same. He likes to think, in the way it is hope, that one day they will not need him. ━ a scar of history, remembered always, but only, only a scar. )
"... but are they always this rambunctious?"
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