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Tristan…. I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.

STARDUST 2007 | Dir: Matthew Vaughn

Disney doesn't need to change "the formula." That's the last thing that Wish proves.

What Wish proves is that "the formula" only works when you know why the ingredients are in it, and you use them the correct way.

The Princess Character is meant to wish for only half of the movie's message, and go through an adventure that teaches her what the other half is; what her dream was missing. Ariel dreamed of understanding but she was missing love. Tiana dreamed of achieving her goals but she was missing faith. Jasmine dreamed of freedom but she was missing trust. Belle dreamed of adventure but she was missing being understood.

The Villain is meant to highlight the opposite of the movie's message. Jafar gets what he wants through trickery and manipulation; that's the opposite of Aladdin's "truth will set you free" message, and he gets imprisoned in a lamp. Scar thinks being a King is having his way all the time and can't learn from his past of living in Mufasa's shadow; that's the opposite of The Lion King's "Let the past remind you of your responsibility to selflessness." Gaston loves only himself and is always obsessed with appearances; that's the opposite of Beauty & the Beast's "true love is found within a heart of self-sacrifice." That's what makes them such good villains. (and that clear direction is what drives good villain songs, since Magnifico's is what everyone is talking about)

The sidekick is supposed to compare/contrast with the main character's qualities. Abu is a greedy thief, which is what everyone in Agrabah thinks Aladdin is; when he scolds Abu and teaches him selflessness, it shows us who Aladdin actually is. Flounder is easily frightened and looks at the glass half-full; when Ariel coaxes him and leads by example, we see her bravery and positivity reflected in Flounder's tiny character arc. Timon & Pumbaa do whatever they want all day just like young Simba always dreamed of; when Simba goes to live with them, he finds that "getting his way all the time" makes him forget who he really is and feel empty.

The setting is supposed to show off the characters and highlight the movie's message. Rapunzel's tower is designed to be pretty on the inside because of her influence; if it were too dark and prison-shaped, we'd wonder why she didn't work up the courage to leave sooner. Just like how Quasimodo has made his corner of the bell-tower beautiful, too; they're taught the world is cruel and they're not strong enough for it, but they make their own worlds beautiful enough to hint that that's wrong right from the start. Ariel's grotto is shaped like a tower with no roof so that she only has one window to the forbidden Surface, and it's the light that comes from that forbidden world into her dark grotto which literally makes her able to see human things differently. Tiana's apartment has no interesting features except her father's picture, a perfectly made bed, a drawer with no extra outfits but stuffed with tip money, and only two dresses; both of which are for work.

None of that is happening in Wish, because they didn't know why the formula ingredients are there. Disney needs to understand and return to the formula the right way; forgetting it was what got them here.

Asha learns nothing to add to her dream, unless you count "the power to grant wishes is in me." Which you shouldn't, because we didn't even know she was confused about that until the animals sang a song that was completely off-topic and she had the chance to jump in and sing "I'm a Star!"

Magnifico does not demonstrate the opposite of Wish's message effectively because his character has nothing to do with a philosophy against making wishes, and everything to do with power. (He is the strongest character in the film. But because the message and core concept of what wishes are are so bad, that's not saying much.)

Valentino, and Asha's friends, do not highlight anything about her character through compare/contrast. Valentino is brave and all over the place. Her friends are seven-dwarfs parodies. Happy, Doc, Sneezy, Dopey, Bashful, Sleepy, Grumpy. None of that contrasts with Asha's vague characterization of "cares too much." None of it compares to that characterization, either.

The setting is empty. There are no interesting details that teach you something about any of the characters. None in Asha's home, none in the neat-and-tidy one-dimensional forest, none in the Rosas square, and none in the bland, empty castle. Magnifico's study is the closest anything gets; there's a loose concept that all of Asha's friends have to work together to open the roof, and take a leap of faith to weigh the pulley system down. Unfortunately, none of these characters is shown struggling to work together, OR to take leaps of faith, at all, before this point.

The ingredients of the formula are in Wish. They're just not being used correctly. This is how not to use the formula; it's not the formulas fault. If it ain't broke. They should never have let people convince them to try and fix it.

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Last art of the year to celebrate the end of 2022!

Chose to draw a scene from one of my favourite movies: Stardust! Tristan and Yvaine dancing is a sequence I adore 🌟🌠💙

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Why Should I Care - Billy Russo Part 24

A/N: This is a long chapter!

Warning: Unwanted touching

“It’s good to see you again Wilson.” You greeted the man.

“I’ve told you before my friends call me Willie.” He corrected you

“So we’re friends?” You gave him a questioning gaze as you stepped out of his touch. You almost forgot how imposing he was.

“I’d like to think so. I’ve always preferred your company to that of your ex’s.” He told you as he gave you a smile.

You knew Wilson Fisk could be a very dangerous man but you also knew he never took a shining to your ex, which was funny because your ex introduced you to him. You figured it was to get on Fisk’s good side but the joke was on him. Fisk still didn’t give two shits about your ex but did take an immediate liking to you.

“I think we can both agree on that.” You gave him a genuine smile.

“Well, shall we?” He asked gesturing to the door leading to the gala.

“I’ll be in a bit.” You told him. “I need a breather after that mess outside.”

“Very well. Just remember not to be a stranger.” He smiled at you before he left.

You wished you could have walked in with Wilson, it would have made you feel safer but you needed to get your head on right. Your ex was somewhere on the other side of those double doors and you were going to have to get close enough to touch him.

You almost turned to run when your phone buzzed. Taking a quick glance at it you saw it was a text from Maria.

-Hope you’re having fun.

-Kids miss you! We miss you!

She sent you an attached picture of all of them and that’s all you needed to see. It reminded you why you had to stop running.

You took a deep breath and straightened your back before you walked to the large double doors.

There were two men there opening the doors and you gave them a small nod before entering. Your eyes scanned the room looking at all the party goers until the landed on Billy.

Billy had hoped he got there before you. He set himself up by the bar, facing the doors, as he scanned the room. He didn’t spot you so he ordered a whiskey to keep up the ruse.

Once he received his drink his eyes scanned the room again as he brought his lips to his glass. His whole body stilled when he took in the sight of you.

He knew he saw you in that dress before but seeing you now took his breath away and he couldn’t help but to stare.

“That’s a nice piece of ass,” A man next to him said and Billy had to restrain himself for decking the guy.

“That’s a piece of art.” He corrected him with a sneer, still not taking his eyes off you.

You watched him as he gave you a small nod and you finally tore your eyes away. 

You had to do the daunting task of going face to face with your ex.

You took another deep breath before you set out. 

You made the small greetings when someone called out your name and did tour best to avoid getting stuck talking to someone. You wanted this night to be over quickly.

While it seemed like forever it didn’t take long to finally spot him. He was off to the side chatting up some rich older men. And if you didn’t know him better you would have found him charming and extremely good looking. But nowhere near as good looking as Billy; every bit of him was different compared to Billy.

He wore his traditional light tan suit, the same one he wore when he first took you out. He said it brought him good luck if it got a second date with you. At the time you thought the notice was cute and loved to see him wear it. Now you hated it with a passion, especially since he wore knowing he was forcing you to go with him.

His bleached blonde hair, which had once reminded you of a surfer now all it reminded you of was how it reflected how cold his heart was.

You gave a glance over to Billy in hopes to convey you’d found your mark. To your surprise, he was already staring at you. His dark eyes almost hypnotizing you but you managed to give a small motion with your head in the direction of your ex before you turned away.

When your eyes landed on him again he was already looking at you and a cocky smirk spread across his face; you wanted nothing more than to wipe it right off him but instead forced a small smile on your face.

He wasted no time, as he quickly excused himself, and made his way over to you and soon was standing inches away from you.

His hands quickly went to your hips and he held a tight hold, that you were sure was going to leave bruises. He pulled you flesh against his chest and rest his face in the crook of your neck. You noticed the two men off in the corner of the room take a few steps closer, rich boy really didn’t go anywhere without help.

“God I missed touching you.” He said as he nuzzled his nose against your skin.

You shivered from how cold his presence made you feel but unfortunately, he thought it was a different type of shiver.

“Don’t worry Baby Girl, I’ll warm you back up real quick.” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear and his hands traveled to your ass, where he gave it a quick squeeze. You gave a gasp at the sudden contact but barely had time to do anything before his hands started to circle back to your sides. His right hand gripped your hip again while his left hand continued to trail down to the slit of your dress.

“This isn’t the dress I picked out for you Baby Girl but I do love the easy access.” He said as he slides his hand under the cut and moved his fingers up your inner thigh.

You tried to push him back but his grip was too strong and his response was to bite down on the flesh of your neck.

Billy was still seated at the bar nursing his drink when you ex approached you. He noticed the drastic difference between himself and the man in front of you. The difference was night and day and he had to wonder if you would have given him a second look if your ex didn’t turn out how he did.

Would you have flirted with him the way you did if you could have that glamorous rich lifestyle? He didn’t think so. He was damaged goods and you deserved only the best in life. Things he couldn’t give you.

He was snapped from his thoughts when he saw what your ex was doing to you. His jaw tightened and his lips pursed as he was forced to sit there and watch him pull you close and roam his hands all over your body. He knew he couldn’t make a scene but he lost it when he saw him slide his hand in the slit of your dress. He gripped his glass so hard it broke. He was thankful that the room was loud enough for only two other people to pay notice, the bartender and the man who made the comment about you.

You had your eyes shut tight trying to remember how it felt when Billy had done the same but you couldn’t; it all felt wrong. You needed to stop this but he was just too damn strong. Stupid personal trainer was what you thought as you shot a quick look over to Billy to ask for help but the notion didn’t go unnoticed by your ex. His grip on your hip increased and he pulled his other hand back.

“Perhaps Drew was right in trying to collect you.” He seethed gripping your jaw tightly.

Your eyes were wide in shock for a brief moment before a glare settled in your features. “I have no idea what you’re on about?” You lied

“You don’t think I wouldn’t have my eyes on the door the whole night? I’ve seen the looks you’ve been sending pretty boy over there.” His said, his voice was growing with anger at every word.

He turned you around and pressed your back to his chest. He made sure you were facing Billy. You could see the silent rage on Billy’s face even from this far away.

“Do you think he enjoyed the show?” He whispered in your ear.

It was then that you realized he had set a trap. His location in the room and his actions before, they weren’t just to search you for a weapon but to display his claim on you in front of Billy and show you that he was steps ahead of you.

Billy noticed the look of distress on your face and moved to help you but was stopped short of taking a step forward. He felt the press of a gun’s barrel on his lower back.

You watched as Billy started to move towards you but quickly froze in his movements. “You’ve had a man on him all night.” You realized in fear.

“You always were a smart woman AJ. Just not smart enough to stay where you were supposed to.” He whispered in your ear.

“Maybe you just couldn’t handle me.” You spat back. You weren’t going to give him any satisfaction in his victory.

“And pretty boy could?” He laughed “I’ll make you a deal. Come back home with me and I’ll let this one live and leave that cute little family you’re so fond of alone." 

You knew that was a lie. You knew he would never let any man you were interested in live, especially if he found out how close you two had gotten. But you also knew Billy was trained and that was something he didn’t know. You just hope it would be enough of an advantage.

"Fine. You win. I’ll go with you. So long as you don’t kill him.” You turned your head to look him in the eyes.

“Shall we seal it with a kiss?” He asked before placing his mouth over yours. You gave no response to the kiss and it was over almost as quickly as it began.

He pulled away, still filled with rage when you didn’t return his kiss.

“Let’s go.” He ordered moving his hand to your wrist before pulling you towards the doors.

You failed to see the signal he sent his man to lead Billy out to finish him off but you already knew it would happen. This wasn’t the first time it’s happened after all. 

You were quickly rushed through the doors followed by the two men who held the door open for you, his men you realized.

He noticed the paparazzi still outside and turned to lead you out a side door of the hotel.

On your journey to the carpark, you heard one of the guy’s radio goes off. 

“Boss, it’s for you.” The guy to the left of him told him handing his radio over

“Go ahead.” He said with a grin you knew too well. 

“I got him out the back. Want me to finish him?" The man, who you assumed was the one behind Billy at the bar, asked.

"Yeah. Have fun. Radio when the job is done.” He answered.

It a long walk to the carpark, due to going out the side of the building, but it seemed all too quickly that the radio transmitted again confirming the kill. Billy was dead. He was dead and it was your fault. It was always your fault. All the deaths you’ve caused over the years because you were foolish enough to think you could escape this man.

And now you lost the only person you thought could help you permanently escape. You should have just left instead of trying to leave that stupid letter; then Billy would still be alive

 You felt empty as you allowed your body to be pushed into the back of a limo.

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I think Septimus is the seventh child, but sixth son. Una is the firstborn, right? Though, that is an interesting detail I hadn't noticed :)

I just remembered a little detail from the movie Stardust that amuses me… at the end of the film when Tristan discovers he is the heir to the throne of Stormhold, the ghosts of the dead princes turn to white orbs and float upwards- all but one which, if you watch closely, you’ll notice turns red and floats down towards the fireplace.  I like to think that that’s Septimus being sent to hell for being a murderous lunatic (he IS the SEVENth son after all… ahem ahem.)

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"All white people are racist--"

No group is all bad.

In any group you have a range of horrible assholes and blessedly wonderful people.

To say of any group that they're all racist, evil, oppressive is racism.

And yes, black and brown people can be racist. I've experienced it both because they thought I was white or because they saw I'm Hapa.

I'm sick and fucking tired of racist black folk getting away with saying ALL whites are racist and not looking to their own community.

My late mother was white. She was a wonderful, loving woman, to everyone. But people claim that because she was white she HAD to be racist. Even though she married an Southeast Asian man back when it was illegal in half of the American states.

And I am sick of white Liberals, especially self-hating white women, kissing ass and bowing to racist blacks in order to Signal Boost what Allies they are, so they can say "Other whites are racist, but not me." Girls, I guarantee when your back is turned they're saying nasty things about you, too. Racists think it's hilarious that you think they respect you.

And white Liberals:

Because you never do. Even with all the security videos and TikToks showing black folk beating up elder Asians, you haven't spoken out that those are Hate Crimes.

And I'm appalled by black folks who've gone all anti-Semitic. If you want white folks to remember Jim Crow and feel guilty (even if they didn't live then), how about you feel guilty about your willful ignorance about the Jews who marched for civil rights? Who were attacked. And those who were killed by the KKK. Who didn't have to put their lives at risk at all. They could have ignored the marches. But they didn't. They left safety and put themselves in danger.

And your thanks is to call Jews every horrible slur and tear down posters of Jewish people, including children, who are currently being held hostage.

Do you have mirrors? How about you go look in them. Ask yourself what Dr. King, who marched side-by-side with rabbis, would think of you?

Oh. Wait. I forgot. Y'all canceled Dr. King because he was "too nice." Talk about ingratitude.

I'm tired of being polite. If you say "all whites are" or "all Jews are" or "all asians are" you are racists as bad as any white person. You have no right to feel holier than thou, to feel superior, or more moral.

I remember the black folks I grew up with -- my mother was the only white in our neighborhood, and my dad and I the only asians, but there were a lot of mixed black kids, as there always are -- those folks who grew up with serious oppression. They became doctors, lawyers, educators, scientists, even in the worst of times, because they and their community believed in achievement, not victimhood.

Instead of moaning about racism, which is less legally than it was when I was a kid, why don't you tell children to concentrate on achievement? Because if black folks in the 1920s and 30s became professionals, you sure as hell can.

And stop being mad if we asians -- even half-Asians like me -- and Jews choose achievement instead of pointing fingers at others and crying that you can't get anywhere because Racism.