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aleksa-sims · 1 day

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RL Story

Today I went shopping with my Mom & Ana. We bought a baby bed. If it were up to my Mother, she would have bought a complete.... fully-equipped nursery and even more. Going shopping with this woman, is a never-ending ordeal.

I just needed a crib, everything else would have been too much!! We didn’t have enough space in my room. Later when I move into my new apartment, my little one will get his own room, but now, here, it's simply not possible! Idk what my Mom was up to?...And that.... fancy baby bed she bought, was extremely difficult to... assemble, because some screws were missing. That pissed my Dad off! So time for me to leave here!

I went down to the living room to chat with Ana a bit. I asked Ana to be honest with me. I still didn’t understand why she wanted to lie for Philip in court? Next week the trial starts.

Ana: It’s too late anyway. I officially moved in with Philip. I am now P.’s girlfriend. We take care of Annabelle together. With my help, Annabelle will get back to her dad.

Me: Why are you doing this for Philip?? You’re not really together and you don't love him. So, why?

Ana: Agh.... I'm doing it for Annabelle. If you had seen what I saw, you would do the same. I have to prevent Annabelle from staying with Isabella’s parents!! Believe me, I know what I’m doing.

Me: What are you talking about? .... Please explain.

Ana: But you can’t tell Philip! He's gonna freak out. If he finds out, he’s gonna do some shit and lose custody, even before he gets the chance to get it back.

Me: I won't tell P., Ana!

Ana: When Victoria and I visited Philip in the summer... Once Isabella’s brother came by, to pick up Annabella. A few minutes after he left with Annabelle, I made my way home too. I saw him and Annabelle downstairs, outside P.’s apartment. Isabella’s brother didn’t get Annabelle’s stroller in his car, he was pretty pissed. I offered my help. Then he placed Annabelle in her car seat and..... agh, she started screaming.... I think he slapped Annabelle, but I’m not sure, yk? I didn't get a good look. But I talked to him about it. ...

Ana: Tbh, I threatened him. If he hurts Annabelle and I find out, he’ll never see her again.... However, that’s why I talked to P.’s lawyer. He then talked to Philip and asked him to have Annabelle examined by a pediatrician. But he didn’t tell him why. He just said they might need a report for the trial.

Me: Why didn’t you tell me?.... Damn, we need to get Annabelle out of there! 🙁

Ana: Isabella’s parents treat Annabelle well, but her brother is... crazy! P.'s lawyer discussed this with them. He talked to their lawyer about it. And well, as far as I know, Annabelle is safe. But since that day, that... picture of Annabelle and Isabella’s crazy brother haunts me. I feel obliged to help Annabelle. And I WANT IT!!!.... Why I didn’t tell you is, bcs... I was afraid you would tell Nico and he would tell Philip, yk? But we have to stop Philip from finding out, or he’ll do some shit. You know him! That wouldn’t look good for him in court, if he hurt Isabella’s brother or something.

Me: You're right! P. is... unpredictable when he is angry. Don’t worry, I won’t tell N.!

Ana: Only one more week and we're off.

Me: I am the first to testify. I am curious what the judge will ask me? I know P.’s lawyer will ask me questions about Isabella. I’m supposed to tell them what it was like, when she told us about her pregnancy & Annabelle.

Ana: Yeah, you and Victoria are the first. A day later it’s Nico’s turn. I have to be there every day and also accompany Philip as his girlfriend. With me by his side, he’ll get Annabelle back.

Me: It’s gonna work! He’s her Dad. Kids belong to their parents. In any case, Philip owes you a big favor afterwards. You're Annabelle's Angel. 🙂

Ana: Not a big deal for me. I just have to pretend to be P.’s gf for a while. Most of the time I’m in college anyway.

I admit I was proud of my baby sis. Now I knew why Ana was so eager to help P. Poor Annabelle. Isabella’s family is just as crazy as Isabella!

After that Ana confessed to me, that she had some dates with P.’s lawyer. So this was true, but she didn’t fall for him or anything. And she also didn't sleep with him. He's 29! Nine years older than her. But he was nice and funny, Ana liked this about him.

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rubra-wav · 2 days

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Falling Through The Cracks : Hazbin Hotel x reader

[ Prologue: The Price Of Overtime ]

Word count: 2.7k

A/N There isn't a lot of interaction with the characters yet bc this is just establishing how reader got there, but there will be with most of the hotel in chapter 2 🙏

This was bc I reached 300 followers. Thank you for getting me to that milestone 💛

Cw SFW, gn!reader, stalking, slightly descriptive depiction of violence, death, vomit(?), reader has a bad time pretty much

Your steps echoed out in the darkness as you walked down the pockmarked sidewalk. The only thing keeping you from falling flat on the pavement with how dark it was was barely working street lights.

It felt as if you were walking in a different plain of existence at 12am through the eerily silent and abandoned streets, the unnatural lights which cast a sickly yellow glow over everything only added to that impression.

Normally, you would have knocked off at your job before the sun had set to avoid the crazies out at night in your city. Overtime rates seemed worth it this morning, though; a decision you absolutely regretted now.

In-between the cries of the crickets, frogs and the other normal sounds of the night - a quiet sound like a second pair of footsteps had been following you for a while now, although each time you looked over your shoulder and stopped in the middle of the gloomy patches of light lining your trek home, nothing was behind you and the second pair of steps stopped along with your own.

This constant seeking of reassurance did absolutely nothing to calm your steadily rising hackles, however.

As your eyes scanned the abandoned streets all around you, your hair stood on end. Something was there, and you could feel it. Somehow the lack of life made it worse then if you could actually see whoever the person was following you.

Maybe it was paranoid bullshit in reality, but you would far rather it be your mind playing tricks on you than die finding out it was real. You quickened your pace.

The seconds ticked by extremely slowly due to your hyper-awareness of everything going on around you, your eyes darting around to try and catch sight of whoever it was; instead only finding the shadows of tree limbs which were all too human-like and the occasional bird which was startled due to your presence.

You were just a few minutes away from home, so if you could just reach it-

You startled, becoming rigid where you stood, trembling as jittery adrenaline began flowing through you as you heard it.

The low sound of a whispering voice flowed out of the inky darkness, a melodic sound which tickled at your ears and made your mind feel strange, almost like zoning out.

It felt.. Nice after the long day you had had. It felt right. You couldn't quite understand the words being spoken, it sounded like some kind of long-forgotten dead language, but it lulled you into calmness.

‘Wha… are y…’ A half-formed thought which was drowned out. Your eyelids felt heavy as the stress of the day weighed on your shoulders, the siren call feeling like a warm hug in comparison to the fear of the unknown that was quickly ebbing away.

‘What… you.. doi..’ You just wanted to sleep so badly.

You swayed in place, body stubbornly fighting your mind's desire to collapse and do as the whispering voice was seemingly telling you.

The stranger's words would have fully ensnared you if your rational thought hadn't screamed out finally after its continuous suppression.

‘What are you doing!’

You snapped back to reality, suddenly aware of the way the footsteps had grown louder, a glimpse of the outline of an inhumanly tall person just out of view under the poor lighting visible from the corner of your eye.

Oh fuck.

It was like a fire was lit under you all at once as you finally comprehended just how royally screwed you could have been had you waited for whatever supernatural bullshit this was to catch up with you. You ran as fast as you could, a primal response to flee suddenly waking up and prompting you to haul ass as fast as you could away from the figure.

The world blurred around you as you passed lines of trees and occasional benches on your way, your scared mind fearing that any of the long shadows cast could be inhabited by whatever it was.

Your heart beat out of your chest, feeling light-headed with the mixture of fear and adrenaline as your ability to quickly move kicked into high gear.

Your throat and lungs burnt, hair plastered to your forehead with sweat uncomfortably, but you didn't stop even once as it gained on you.

Whatever it was saying only grew louder - what was gentle and appealing to your ears now stung them and made your head hurt, loudly ringing within them.

You should have just taken a normal shift.

Hey, at least you'd die with a bunch in your bank account though, huh? The pessimistic thought made you laugh out loud despite the pain and fear combing into nausea within you.

You were confident that to any nosy onlookers safely within their houses, you probably looked batshit insane with your wild mess of hair, terrified expression and shaky laughter, running away from ‘nothing’.

You were so fucked.

Tears stung your eyes, blurring with your throbbing headache brought upon the voice now screaming its commands at you.

It fell on deaf ears ironically as you continued the breakneck pace away from it.

You made the mistake of snatching a glance behind you again, throwing your head around and trying to remove the hair from your eyes in an attempt to see if the figure was still present. The toe of your scuffed up converse caught within a large hole in the sidewalk painfully, and you went spiralling downwards.

You cursed loudly.

The next few seconds seemed to move differently as if you fell in slow motion, heartbeat echoing in your ears as the sound of the voice abruptly ended.

Beat beat.

You squeezed your watering eyes shut instinctually as you made eye contact with the grey pavement you were now falling towards.

Beat beat.

You put your hands out in front of you to try to stop yourself from going face first into the ground.

Beat beat.

An odd cracking sound akin to electricity echoed around you.

Beat beat.

You braced for impact, your thoughts a jumbled mess of fabricated monsters you envisioned were going to catch you any second and longing for the mundane problems which had seemed so hard before this.

Beat beat.

...

Collision with the ground never came.

What?

The feeling of falling suddenly intensified as time became normal again, hot wind whipping at your tear-stained cheeks and quickly drying them. You opened your eyes.

And promptly began screaming.

The vision of the tops of buildings which were cut into a pentagram shape turned your already struggling brain to mush as you realised you were now falling from a great height into a city rather than just a small distance to the pavement below.

Visceral fear filled you as you quickly approached a seemingly much worse, more gruesome fate.

The tall walls of highly built units rushed past you as you fell with no hope in sight of stopping.

As the garbage ridden streets of the strangely shaped city came into view, you almost managed to cry despite the hot air as a gut-wrenching scent like burning meat and hair hit your nostrils.

Great, you'd die in filth. At least in the streets where you were you would have died with some dignity, but this nightmarish, oddly red landscape robbed you of even that.

'I'm so dead.'

Everything went dark just before your body collided with the alleyway below, your brain trying to afford you one last favour so you wouldn't feel anything from your supposed impending doom.

Vaggie didn't know what to expect on that morning when she and Charlie took a walk through the streets of hell after the announcement that the next extermination would be moved up.

With one hand in her hopeful girlfriend’s to try keep her from running off into the violent streets full of terrified demons killing each other, the other on her trusted spear, she surveyed the shitshow that was the streets of Pentagram city as best as she could with her one eye.

They were trying to recruit more people into the hotel; hoping that the news would lead people to their doorstep with hope that they could escape the next oncoming attack from heaven.

However, it was as if the depravity was dialled up to a hundred. People were desperate, but they weren't desperate in the way that she and Charlie were looking for.

She shook her head at the carnage occurring in the messy streets, all the more outlandishly sinister with the way the red glow of the sky in the Pride ring shone down on everything.

“Everyone is uh, sure more… lively today, aren't they, Vaggie?” Charlie spoke up from next to her as a demon ran full speed at the two of them while yelling nonsense, promptly being cut down in place effortlessly by her spear.

Vaggie sighed softly as her yellow eye looked down at the body to her right, making sure they were dead before pulling out the point of her spear with a sickening squelching sound that prompted the princess to shudder, hand trembling in her's slightly.

“I don't think we're going to find anyone here who..” she trailed off as her eye which was analysing everything going on with rapt attention caught sight of a sinner’s unconscious body being hauled over the shoulder of a more than suspicious looking demoness.

She was unsure of what exactly drew her attention to them, however that's when she began noticing certain.. differences.

Your form was far too small and fragile-looking to be that of a normal resident of hell. Her brows furrowed as she squinted to try get a better look at you from where you slowly started to stir as the demon holding you leaned down to try pick at a freshly fallen body; presumably to pick-pocket them.

Charlie hummed in confusion at the way she stopped speaking, following her line of sight.

She too watched in unbridled surprise as your tangled head of hair raised to reveal your face looking up at them with tired and unfocused puffy eyes.

Your undoubtedly human face.

After you finally grasped what was going on, you startled and began squirming to try and get away from the person holding you around the middle in an uncomfortably tight grip. Your horrified, glossy eyes looked around wildly as the one keeping you in an iron grip yelled at you to stop before landing on Charlie and Vaggie, who were gawking at you in disbelief.

The way that you stared at them as if they had two heads despite looking relatively normal as far as people down here went was the last indication that the two of them needed that you definitely didn't belong here.

Vaggie cursed as Charlie let go of her hand and rushed over to try and help you, steps crunching loudly on the mixture of broken glass and bodies strewn across the ground.

The fallen angel shook her head at the princess blindly rushing in with no weapon, raising her spear to strike the sinner down before they could harm Charlie, fighting to catch up with the overly enthusiastic blonde.

Your world pivoted suddenly as your captor whipped around upon hearing them approaching, turning you to face a graffiti-ridden wall instead. You swallowed down bile as you fought to keep from throwing up with the sky-high nausea filling you at just about everything going on.

This had to be some kind of weird dream. Those weren't actually dead bodies around, right? You weren't actually followed home by a weird supernatural creature, right? Maybe you were just actually unconscious, passed out because you were so tired after the day. Surely that was it.

Your thoughts ticked over into nonsense as your panic grew and grew to the point that you barely heard the altercation happening right next to you.

That is, until something warm splashed against your face and knocked you back to the reality that didn't quite feel real at all.

The person holding you collapsed, and you felt your brain go blank as you saw the silver blade of the shorter woman’s spear sticking out of her back, impaling her all the way through.

You barely felt the collision with the ground.

You slowly pulled yourself out of the now loose grip of the dead sinner who held you with your jaw slack, pupils impossibly wide while you trembled numbly, your mind fighting to make sense of what was even happening.

Bringing your hand up to your cheek, you felt at whatever had splattered on your face, barely able to even feel the heat of it.

It was when you pulled your hand back to find dark crimson staining your palm, that you finally retched loudly before vomiting next to the corpse.

This was all, in fact, very real, and you were in very real danger with whatever was going on.

Your instinct was to run again, but your whole body protested painfully at that idea. You could barely move at all at that point, confined to where you were, whether you liked it or not.

If the two women trying to talk to you - who you couldn't hear for some reason despite their lips moving to form words - decided you were next then you'd lay down and just let it fucking happen.

You were too damn tired to fight it at this point, and your pessimistic brain insisted that considering what had happened, you'd just probably end up being killed elsewhere in this shithole anyway.

You braced yourself for some awful weapon as the blonde woman pressed her hand into her pocket for something as she crouched down in front of you, squeezing your eyes shut in hope you wouldn't have to see yourself violently murdered in the same way that other person was.

Your eyes cracked open again, brow furrowed hard in confusion as something soft brushed over your cheek where the blood had now begun drying against your grimy skin instead.

Charlie swiped her handkerchief across your face, hoping to at least try to give you some relief from your obvious distress by removing the blood off of you.

She was used to hell; all the fighting, murder, blood and whatnot, but she imagined it must've been difficult for someone new - let alone someone who hadn't even become a sinner - to witness hell in about the most brutal, reality-altering way there was.

It made her heart clench with sympathy the way your exhausted eyes looked up at her, mind very clearly shot from your complete lack of response to her questions about how you got there.

Charlie looked to the side as Vaggie crouched down next to her, red pupils wide and looking at her girlfriend as if asking a silent question.

“There's no way that they would survive out here… We need to take them back with us?” Charlie slowly proposed the idea, hesitant but more than ready to argue her point to Vaggie.

Vaggie's half-lidded yellow eye looked down at you, taking in the way you could barely keep yourself awake after it was clear the violence had finally ended.

The hotel for sure had some characters who'd be nasty around someone like you.

Alastor would be an absolute pain to deal with; the cannibalistic overlord probably would be itching to taste human flesh again for the first time in decades.

Then there was Niffty.

She shuddered thinking of the recent situation of the small maid putting drain cleaner in Angel's drink and waiting with sick enjoyment for the pornstar to chug it, only to end up with a nasty surprise. What would that do to a human?

Vaggie took a deep breath through her nose as she pondered the headache keeping you in the hotel would cause. “Yes. Yes we do.” All of the issues that this would stir up in the hotel would be better than letting some poor, still-living soul who somehow managed to get down here fend for themselves against the harsh conditions of the streets of hell.

Her heart may have been dulled in all the years she had been alive, however, it still beat in her chest despite everything. Even she couldn't bear to think about the alternative.

Charlie let out a sigh of relief. She was thankful they were on the same page about this, she wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing she hadn't taken you in.

You wouldn't last a day with the kinds of freaks who'd pounce on you out here.

The princess retracted her handkerchief from your face as it was clear you were calming down now, and she instead gently rested her hand on your shoulder.

“You're safe with us. We'll help you, don't worry.”

Those words wrapped around you comfortingly despite still sounding a bit far away in your hazy state, and your eyes fluttered shut as you muttered out a barely audible "thank you”, before collapsing again.

Charlie laughed quietly as Vaggie moved to pick you up off of the ground before you fell in anything.. gross - er - more gross while she shook her head.

“A living human in hell. How does something like that even happen?” Vaggie asked Charlie, hoping she had some clue of what went on considering her lineage. She found no such solace, however.

“I have no idea. I've never once heard of a still-living soul passing through to hell from earth.” Charlie smiled ecstatically at Vaggie, who cautiously regarded your sleeping form as she picked you up bridal style as if you'd shatter in her arms otherwise.

Charlie stood alongside her and could barely contain her excitement. “buuuut, if we can keep them virtuous enough to still get into heaven while they're under our protection, then they can be proof that our program works!” She exclaimed brightly.

Vaggie smiled despite the doubt licking at the edges of her mind.

She had a very bad feeling about this.

*Throws you this and runs*/j

There might be some scuff, but I refuse to hold this back for even longer bc I said it'd be out like 2 days ago already 💀

If you'd like to be tagged when I update next, then lmk!

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halliestinks · 3 days

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Hi, i was wondering if you could do some wholesome headcannons for Y/N (who acts like Douchebag in the sot game) Thats like a sister to Cartman. His mother adores her and he likes to bully her. But when others do it hes like "No only i can >:/"

Cartman w/ reader who’s like a sister to him HCS

a/n: this is an old request that’s been sitting in my inbox for over 2 yrs, decided to write it as my first request since i’ve returned :3

• oh boy, cartman as a brother figure could be both great and awful.

• having first met you he would notice how quiet and chill you are, trying to get you to crack on many different occasions (failing miserably everytime). he never really cared too much about you. however once you started to spend more time with him and you found yourself at his house quite often, you developed an unexpected sibling bond with him

• he would definitely take advantage of your silence whenever he asks for a favour, immediately roping you into any and all of his problems. (kind of like butters— however he doesn’t screw you over as much)

• the teasing is the worst part. he knows exactly what ticks you off and how to break your silent facade

“HAHAHA YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE!!”

“… 🙂”

• he knows when to stop though

• he unfortunately learnt his lesson after you beat the crap out of him for pushing you way past your limit!! (i just love sibling bonding experiences)

• aside from all of that… cartman is actually really fun to be around when he’s not being an asshole. the two of you usually spend your time together playing video games and doing random shit outside in the snow

• his mom absolutely adores you!!! she would constantly ask cartman if you would be coming over to their place later, always making sure to cook extra for dinner just in case

• cartman definitely gets jealous over his mom pampering you, thinks that she should pay more attention to her real son. and to piss him off even more, his mom always makes sure he shares everything with you

“but myeeeem… those are my cheesy poofs 🤬”

“😈😈”

• cartman’s mom is completely oblivious to any of the sibling rivalry, instead tells cartman he just needs to learn to share

• both of you have a silent agreement to always stick up for each other if either of you are being bullied, (not that cartman really needs help)

• i don’t think cartman would straight up defend you, however he would take your side in more subtle ways

“come on guys, let’s cut y/n some slack… otherwise she’ll get all depressed and probably start crying..”

“😐”

• but if anyone ever hurt you physically or did bully you to the point of actually hurting you, cartman will find out and go on a tangent about how he’s the only person who’s allowed to do that. plus if he’s in a bad mood then he’d probably figure out a way to ruin their life

• anyways.. at the end of most days, you find yourself sleeping on the floor in cartman’s room (he kicks you off his bed) and the two of you stay up late having silly conversations— finding yourselves laughing so hard to the point of tears

• until his mom comes in and tells you to go to bed because it’s a school night 🙄

• the two of you never listen, secretly doing an all nighter then feeling like absolute crap the next day. (it’s just a nightly tradition at this point)

• a lot of kids at school mistake you two for actually being related, which never fails to make you smile

• maybe he isn’t such a bad non biological brother after all

#south park x reader #sp x reader #eric cartman #cartman x reader #eric cartman x reader #platonic #sibling trope #south park #south park headcanons #s

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knuckles-junior · 2 days

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🧜‍♀️💕

Here are tonight’s highlights from tonight’s watch party! This is my very first time doing this so without further ado, here are the following highlights:

“Sea Scouts”

•I’ve never watched any of the old Donald Duck cartoons lol

•The cartoon ended with

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“Something Fishy”

•this is my first darkwing duck viewing ever.

•I’m the only one that thinks that Neptunia’s design is so odd.

•Missy simping for Darkwing (I will not bother doing the thirst count).

•3 Bonks were heard.

•Neptunia loves litter lol.

•Missy: Litter killed my grandma.

WHY MISSY WHY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

•Overall this episode was really random. I have no idea what was happening. lol. Moving on.

“The Lost Harp of Mervana!”

•THE BEST EPISODE IS NEXT.

•Me geeking out over mermaids throughout the episode.

•HUEY AND SCROOGE MOMENT 🥹🥹🥹

•Missy being a simp for Della as usual. XD

•”Arming torpedoes”

•Me: WEBBY IS SO ME RN!!!

•PART OF YOUR WORLD REFERENCE!!!

•SO. MUCH. MERDUCKS. IM IN HEAVEN.

•I quickly forgot that I made my Mervanan Scrooge AU back in 2021 💀

•Me: Scrooge made some really adorable drawings! Why reject them?

•Me: BEAKLEY IS SUS.

•EVERYONE BOW DOWN TO DONALD DUCK

•”Namaste.”

•Me: WHY IS DELLA PLAYING TIC TAC TOE ALL BY HERSELF????

•”I have no family.”

-Della Duck

•SCROOGE BEING TOO CUTE IN THIS EPISODE ISTG

“Peace and Love! Follow your bless!”

•Scrooge would be the merman ever.

•”It’s just okay.”

•I think we can all agree that Louie is the best at motivational speeches. Can we appreciate him for that?

•TIME TO DRAW MORE MERDUCKS.

•SHES FIBBING FIBBING FIBBING.

•Will: Bye! See ya in the finale!

The wonders of the deep

•We could’ve gotten the au’s during the scene where Mickey and Donald saw Minnie and Daisy as mermaids.

•Their designs are the prettiest!

“The Little Mermaid (1989)”

•This is my favorite Disney movies of all time and I’ll never get tired of watching it again and again.

•Mickey, Donald, Goofy and Kermit made a cameo in the beginning of the movie!

•Also @puffywuffy8904, I f*cking hate you for calling this a 🍆 castle.

•Missy: King Triton is kinda…

•Violet asked her to behave for me lol

•Ariel being adorable throughout the movie.

•King Triton being a bad dad.

•Iconic song incoming 🧜‍♀️✨✨ 🎵

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•Max my beloved.

•Reprise time 🎵

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•Stitch interrupting other Disney movies was mentioned by Will.

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• @violetganache42 shared a little mermaid lorcana card every time a song came up. Starting with the reprise.

I won’t share all of that were shared due to the 10 photo limit.

•Another iconic song incoming.

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•The art for the lorcana cards are incredible.

•Everyone talking about Triton being an awful dad because he IS ONE. Until the end of the movie.

•SEBASTIAN BEING A SNITCH.

•ERIC STATUE GETS THANOSED.

•Ursula’s best song incoming.

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•BODY LANGUAGE. ✨✨🍑

•Ursula giving off Magica vibes.

•LA VOCE TO ME!!!

•Ariel being the most expressive character ever. ❤️

•Ariel and Eric being the cutest couple. Some we’re discussing that the remake improved on the relationship between them and I do agree with that.

•We were also talking about some of us that watched the remake really enjoy it, including myself. Halle Bailey really nailed the role for Ariel. Screw those racists. Sebastian in that version is not that great.

•ARIEL’S OUTFITS

•”Fish are friends. Not food.”

•melcat33 getting hungry for seafood.

•🎵Kiss the girl🎵 ✨✨✨

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Also please listen to Ashley Tisdale’s version. It’s so good.

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•Eric littered. Someone call Neptunia.

•Everyone pumped up for Vanessa before she kicked Max. Poor dog.

•The contract reminding some of us of the papyrus of binding.

•Stabby Stabby 🔪

•Triton being a good dad for once in the end.

•Sebastian slay ✨✨✨

•I love everything about this movie and the remake and I will cherish them equally.

I had a lot of fun making this highlight and I hope you enjoyed reading it as well. If you have any highlights that you’d like to share, please do for those who participated in the watch party! Special shoutout to @writebackatya for making this watch party happen and has thought of me as a mermaid fan! Thank you! And Happy Mermay! 🧜‍♀️✨✨💕💕

#my post #duckblur movie nights #duckblur #dt cafeteria table #sea scouts #something fishy #the lost harp of Mervana #wonders of the deep #the little mermaid #disney #darkwing duck #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #mermaid night #mermay #ducktales reboot #ducktales season 3 #YouTube

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spade-riddles · 2 days

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Submission: About the house facade falling

About that reference to a silent movie with house facade falling - hello silent movie fan here! :)

You are thinking of the iconic scene from "Steamboat Bill jr", a film by and with Buster Keaton! (Who happens to be a cousin of mine, so double interest jippie!)

This is one of his most famous scenes. The house facade was weighing about 2 tons, so no cardboard here - he could have been killed if the calculations hadn't worked out and the crew on set was worried about Buster's safety. This is even more amazing when you think about Buster's education or lack thereof - his parents were Vaudevillian actors and Buster grew up "on tour" and acting from early childhood on. Meaning he never got a formal education. He famously had difficulties writing his own name. Buster couldn't really read or write but created these elaborated sets and stunts himself.

Buster talked about that if he hadn't been born into an entertainment business family, he would have become an engineer. The film industry was quite literally build with his technical input on film technology (he took cameras apart and rebuild them, to make them more adaptable to his ideas for example) and stunt work on set.

All of this to say - the falling facade is iconic in so many ways! And I hope Taylor saw "Steamboat Bill jr". :)

Copyright has run out and Library of Congress has put it on the National Film Registry. So it is easily possible to watch this online.

I don't know if I'm being a bit too informed but I want to add this too - maybe Taylor not only wanted to reference (maybe) this iconic scene, but also the circumstances?

You see Buster was one of THE creators of cinema. Even back then people acknowledged that. But he was always bad with, or rather not interested in, money!

Unlike Charlie Chaplin and Harold Lloyd, his two big contemporaries, he decided to sign with a big studio. Thinking that way he didn't have to do the paper work (he couldn't read anyway) and accounting and the studio could do the promo work he wasn't really interested in.

That deal turned to be his downfall! He got screwed over with the contract. The studio thought he was dumb and uneducated and treated him terribly. Buster suddenly had to hand in written scripts - how? The studio was getting more and more involved with production because he couldn't give them written pages ... it was a disaster!

At that time his marriage to a famous actress also started to fall apart and Buster started drinking. By the time of "Steamboat Bill jr" he was a full blown alcoholic. His last wife, he met after he had sobered up, Eleanor, later talked about that everyone around Buster back then thought, he was trying to kill himself with this stunt (which was filmed at the end of the movie shoot) because he was so desperate and depressed at that point. He couldn't deal with his marriage falling apart and the studio trying to micromanage him.

So yeah ... I don't know. Did Taylor reference this? She knows about Clara Bow, the star no one was interested in when she started speaking ... does she know about Buster and his conflict with the film industry which sucked him dry and discarded him? Possible ...

If you want to know more about Buster - there is a very good documentary "Buster Keaton - a hard act to follow". He is also featured in the "Silent Hollywood" documentary series. All his films are amazing, but his personal favourite was "The General". I think that is the one Buster would recommend to you. ;)

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Anonymous said:

So after the volcano 🌋 anon she Buster Keaton’s through the door and comes out under the floor.

#submission

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