back to the land

Head canon that since he didn’t, in fact, use the magic bean, Killian brought it back with him to SB. (It was back to it’s former, usable glory once Emma’s belief returned.) He gave the bean to Anton, who planted it and ended up creating a whole new magic bean farm. Now people can travel back and forth to whatever land they want.
the sky could be blue, I don't mind (without you it's a waste of time) - WhenTheSkyeQuakes - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons
Characters: Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons
Additional Tags: meet cute, sort of, Leo Fitz is a huge dork™, Love, science babies doing what they do best, being cute, Sort of Academy Era, but no SHIELD so there’s that, Fake/Pretend Relationship, but it’s for free cake sooooooo, Fluff, aaaaaaaalllll the fluff, to detox all those icky feels from canon

She was cut off by some scuffling inside the glass case. They turned to see the owner of the bakery sliding a sign into a spare spot.

Free wedding cake sampling for couples

He reddened as the baker offered a blatant wink at the two of them before sliding the compartment closed.

“Well, um, I’m sorry …” Fitz stammered, redder than the velvet cake on display.

Jemma was simply laughing. “Don’t be! We just got ourselves some free cake!”

anonymous asked:

Could you write something for this prompt: Lena becomes nervous about the amount of aliens that have threatened her because of Cadmus and, knowing that Superman would be more than willing to bring her down if given the chance, she arms herself with a kryptonite gun. And it's all fine and dandy since she never plans on using it but then she's putting it back in it's safe when an intruder lands on her balcony and Lena finds herself pulling the trigger before she can realize it's Supergirl

Sorry for the Supercorp angst…

She would never admit it to anyone; admit that she was scared, admit that she was terrified that each day would be her last, the sleepless nights racked with worry, or if she did manage to fall into a slumber; the nightmares that awaited her, that stalked her.

She found herself brushing up on her martial arts, found herself adding to her ever growing arsenal of weapons; the taser that was now a permanent fixture in her handbag alongside the small hand gun, the guns she kept in her office, locked in the top drawer of her desk and her safe. Not to mention the ones secured around her penthouse. She wasn’t taking any chances.

She didn’t dwell on the fact that most of her weapons were useless against any cyborg Cadmus, her mother, sent after her.

She opened the safe in her office and took out the lead lined box, the one she had placed in there two months ago, the one she hadn’t told anyone about, not even Kara…

Lena flipped the catches and lifted the lid, a soft green glow illuminating her face. She pulled out the gun and started taking it apart to clean it; she found the process soothing, routine helped her to think, helped her to organise her thoughts.

She picked up one of the bullets and looked it over; she had to admit she was rather proud of what she had been able to achieve- bonding Kryptonite to the lead casing of the bullet, injecting it so that thin strands of the embedded substance wove around the projectile.

Lena knew she was being ridiculous in developing a weapon to take down a Kryptonian in the first place, but after the night Superman had landed on her balcony, she felt the need to protect herself.

There was a soft thud as Superman landed, knees bent, on the balcony to Lena’s office at L. Corp. He pushed through the glass door, searching for the CEO.

There was an attack in Metropolis; it has your brothers handiwork all over it…’

So you’re here to what? Check up on me?’ Lena asked incredulously.

Superman stayed silent.

Because I’m a Luthor?’

Because I can’t trust you not to follow in your brothers footsteps.’

Supergirl trusts me.’

I’m not Supergirl.’

Clearly…’ Lena spat, the venom evident in her voice.

Superman walked up to her and leaned over so that their noses were almost touching.

Let me make myself very clear; if I for one moment have reason to believe that you are heading down the same path as Lex, I will not hesitate to take you down. Understood?’

Lena stayed silent and raised her chin in defiance. Only after he left did she allow her knees to buckle and her lip to wobble. She poured herself two fingers of whiskey as adrenaline coursed through her, her mind working on ways to defend herself should Superman try to make good on his promise.

The project had given Lena something to work on, something to take her mind off the constant danger she was in. She never planned on using the weapon, it was there to offer comfort, a safety net.

Suddenly the office was plunged into darkness and Lena immediately grabbed one of the cartridges, clicking it into place. A quick glance out of the window told her that it wasn’t just L. Corp that was affected, it looked like the whole of National City had lost power.

Lena felt her way along the wall of her office, gun still firmly in her hand, until she reached the fuse box she had insisted be placed in her office in case of emergency.

Using the flash light she kept inside the fuse box to illuminate the wires, Lena started to try and bring power back to her building.

She looked up, startled on hearing a loud crash as someone or something came smashing through the glass door to her balcony.

‘Who’s there?!’ Lena yelled out, standing with the gun held out in front of her.

The figure stood and Lena squinted, but it was too dark to discern who or what was in her office.

The figure raised its hand and Lena panicked, thinking the intruder was holding a gun. Her instincts kicked in and she fired two shots.

The figure fell to the floor as they let out a cry of surprise.

Lena saw a flash of red material in the moonlight and realised that it was a cape. ‘Fuck’ she muttered. She never actually meant to use the Kryptonite bullets against Superman. She moved towards the body, wondering what the hell Superman was doing back in National City, when she saw the blonde curls covering the intruders face.

‘KARA!’ Lena cried out as she rush to Supergirls side, ‘No… No… No…’

‘How did you manage to shoot me?’ Kara spluttered as she looked down at her blood soaked hand in shock.

‘Bullets laced with Kryptonite… What are you doing here?’

‘Blackout… wanted to bring you some candles’ Kara gestured towards the object Lena had thought was a gun, ‘messed up my landing a bit and crashed through your balcony door by accident…’

Lena pulled off her jacket and placed it over Kara’s chest to try and stem the bleeding.

‘I’m so sorry… I didn’t realise…’ Lena sobbed as Kara’s breathing started to slow.

Lena heard a small crackle from the earpiece Kara wore when out as Supergirl and scrabbled to find it.

‘Alex? Alex! You need to send an ambulance to my office now. Kara’s been shot… I… I shot her’

Lena looked at her jacket which was saturated with blood and took Kara’s hand in hers.

‘Kara… Kara listen to me, you can’t leave me. Understood? Not when… not when there’s so much I haven’t said to you.’

Kara smiled weakly as her eyes fluttered closed.

‘Kara! You have to stay with me. I’m so sorry I was too much of a coward to tell you how much to mean to me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the Kryptonite gun and how scared I was when your cousin threatened me. I’m so sorry I never told you how I really feel about you.’

‘I know…’ Kara coughed.

Lena looked down at Kara, tears rolling down her cheeks.

‘I know how you feel, because I feel the same…’ Kara whispered, ‘my only regret is I never told you sooner, never got to kiss-’

‘Don’t say that’ Lena interrupted, ‘your sister is sending help, you’re going to be fine.’

Kara’s eyes fluttered closed again.

‘Kara, you don’t get to die on me’ Lena pleaded as her body fell onto Kara’s, their foreheads touching. She heard sirens in the pulling up outside L. Corp and within moments, heard the heavy footfall of a tactical team arriving outside her office.

Alex burst through the door to see Lena hovering over her sisters body, covered in blood, a gun on the floor next to her. She glanced at the box by the open safe and spotted the Kryptonite laced bullets and pieced the events that had transpired together.

‘I love you Kara’ Lena murmured, placing a kiss to Kara’s lips as she felt Alex drag her off of Kara and towards Maggie.

Love… you…’ Kara muttered weakly as she was surrounded by medics who immediately started preparing Kara to take back to the DEO.

‘Lena Luthor, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…’ Maggie recited Lena’s rights as she snapped the cold handcuffs around Lena’s wrists.

Lena’s mind went black as she saw Kara’s body lifted onto a stretcher; by tomorrow morning it would be all over the news ‘Lena Luthor shoots Supergirl’ and she will have become the one thing she always promised herself she wouldn’t become; a Luthor…

anonymous asked:

I feel so dumb bc when they found out Luna survived the radiation bc nightblood I was like "woaaaaah what??" but then I realized thinking back to S3, they show Becca landing in Polis and her suit rips and she takes her helmet off. And I remember at the time being like "wtf how is she okay right now" but I guess that was the big reveal for nightblood metabolizing radiation all along. Tbh I rly didn't think they thought that far ahead lmao

I mean…to be honest….nightblood in and of itself makes no biological sense sooo….no one can blame you for being confused.

I mean you know that when it comes down to it Peter is hella ride or die he doesn’t really believe that anyone needs him and would honestly die for any of his friends and I bet that fucking pisses Rocket off so hard like every time Peter almost dies or takes a hit for someone he gets a ‘welcome back to the land of the living’ speech from Rocket about how he needs to stop being a dumbass and trying to save everyone and quit trying to be a Big Damn Hero™ all the time

And Peter just nods and listens having absolutely no intention of ever stopping cause his friends are just that important to him, and Rocket knows that but he rants anyway ‘cause it makes him feel better. 

Anna Kendrick: Sassy, sarcastic smartass constantly on social media and interviews. We get new projects and personal anecdotes all the time

Alycia Debnam Carey: Slightly shy but still has presence on social media and regularly appears on interviews. We have a steady presence and some minor personal anecdotes

Katie McGrath:Wild and funny she lives in the shadows. Appears once in a Blue Moon to pet your dog before she retreats back to the Land of the Fae. Interviews are rare and treasured and personal anecdotes even more so. Who is she? When was she was born? Is she an Ancient Goddess? Nobody knows

how to make a dreamcatcher mobile🌟

ok so first off your going to need a few things 




-crystal chips (optional, but highly suggested)

1st step: make a circle out of sticks

step 2: dress it up and glue it together

step 3: for those long strings that come down i made some that are just crystals with strings like this 

or i would add sticks to it like this

basically all i did for those was i got some string, tied a knot at the bottom, and glued it on to the crystal chips

step 4: design the circle of sticks any way you like

and i added a tigers eye in the middle

step 5: put it all together!

and then your done! have fun my little witches (I know a lot of you know that I changed the name of this post a few times to appease some of you, but I decided to change it back because frankly making a piece of art respecting the land I was born on (Canada) and incorporating witchcraft into it is not cultural appropriation)

How much land do you really need to be self sufficient?

With a world food crisis, drought and civil unrest over escalating food prices, around the world, we all have concerns about food security and the ability to feed our own families.  An info-graphic is circulating the internet that tells us that we need a full 2 acres to be self sufficient in food on a omnivore diet, implying less land if one is vegan.  The problem with a graphic like this is that it discourages experimentation, and assumes a one-size-fits all family eating style.  It uses yield estimates taken from mono-cultural commercial agriculture and imposes them on the homestead.  This discourages people who want to attempt to be self sufficient and live a more sustainable life.  2 acres is a substantial investment in a highly productive agricultural belt or near an urban area. And this info-graphic assumes highly productive land — expensive land.

So is 2 acres a reasonable estimate?  That depends where you live and what you mean by “self-sufficiency”.  When Canada was being divided up in homesteading grids — it was assumed that on the Prairies an average family would need a section of land (over 1,000 acres) to be self-sufficient.  In those days, self-sufficient meant to survive to the next year, without grocery stores to fall back on.  In Ontario and B.C. the amount of land necessary to feed and cloth a family was considered a ¼ section — 160 acres.  That area provided water, food, energy, and a livelihood.  Along the St. Laurence and in the Maritimes the amount of land needed was less — due to the proximity of fishing and water.  The closer one is to fresh water, whether a stream or through rainfall, the less land that is necessary to sustain  a family.

Those in the North or at higher elevations need more land to be self-sufficient.  Its hard to grow food — other than livestock and hay — in a growing season that’s shortened by intermittent summer frost.  But it can be done.  Land in these areas is cheaper, too.  You will need 5 to 15 acres to be productive in a Northern area and you will have more land dedicated to raising livestock and hay and less land dedicated to vegetables and fruit.

How much land do you need?

So what’s a reasonable estimate for how much land you really need to sustain your family?

Skip the 2,000 square foot house.  Its unnecessary.  A smaller footprint that builds upward  is a better use of space, and is easier to heat and clean.  Solar panels?  Possibly if you are far enough south and have a good exposure.   Wind? Micro-hydro?  Methane?  Wood?  All are possibilities to explore for energy efficiency.  Each property has to be assessed individually.  There is no one-size-fits-all solution — except the grid.  Cut the house footprint in half.

Livestock?  Skip the pigs — they produce only meat and take up valuable space.  Skip the corn unless you live in the South, where your summer has the heat value to ripen corn easily.  The livestock doesn’t need it and its low on food value — 2 goats and 5 chickens can live on garden surplus, grass and weeds.  5 chickens will feed a family 2 dozen eggs a week in the peak laying season.  They don’t need their own dedicated space.  Put them in a movable chicken tractor and let them till the garden, eating bugs and weeds.  Move them every morning during the growing season and it will improve your soil quality, too.

Goats can be housed in a shed near the house, a lean to onto the house or even the back of the garage.  They only need a small bedding area and can be taken for walks in the hedgerows of your neighbourhood to feed on browse.  They can be given a loafing area or be tethered in different spots around the yard to help keep down weeds.  Protect them from stray dogs and predators and they will give you 8 to 10 years of the highest quality raw milk for drinking, cheese, yogourt and ice-cream.  They can be fed with garden waste.  Or share your field peas and produce with them, in exchange for their milk.  Their manure will increase the fertility of the garden space.  2 full size dairy goats will give your family a gallon of milk a day and 3 kids for 90 lbs. of meat every fall. Live in an urban area? Invest in Nigerian Dwarf goats and half the production rates, as well as the food inputs.

Instead of corn in cooler regions, grow potatoes.  They offer more calories and can be grown in more climates and take up less space.  You can follow a crop of potatoes with kale for a longer harvest season, even in a colder climate.

Don’t forget the orchard

Fruit and nut trees are a must. Nut trees take a while to mature but the increase in protein is beneficial to you, and your livestock — plant them if you have the space.  Dwarf fruit trees will grow on a 6 foot centre and can be trellised along a fence to increase yields per space. If space is at a premium, do consider trellising them — planting 6 feet apart in a one foot wide row.  One dwarf tree will yield 75 lbs. of fruit, once it is mature.  10 trees trellised along a fence with a Southern exposure, blossom sooner in spring and have an extended growing season, and will give you enough fruit for a family for jamming, canning and preserving.

Berries and small fruits take up little space and can offer high vitamins and antioxidants to your diet.  If wild roses and wild strawberries grow in your area than other berries will as well.

Sunflowers are an annual crop that provide an increase in protein for your diet, and can grow on the borders of the garden, taking up very little space.

Raised beds for vegetables

Vegetables, grown in raised beds or containers, give high yields and can be rotated for 3 season gardening — greens from spinach to lettuce to kale can rotate through the growing season to keep your plate full for daily salads and vegetables.  We grow all the greens we need in about 20 square feet this way.  Other vegetables, like cabbage, beans, carrots and beets, need a full growing season but can be inter-cropped with flowers and herbs to feed bees, and provide medicinal plants for the family first aid kit.  With raised bed gardening you could cut down the vegetable area square footage by ½ to 2/3rds   Add a greenhouse and train vines to grow up instead of out and you can increase the growing season and the yields in the available space.

Community is essential

This chart fails to take into account the sharing that inevitably happens between gardeners — zucchinis, squash, lettuces and other prolific growers provide a bountiful harvest that many families can share, at the peak of the growing season.

Rabbits?  Chickens? Ducks?

Put in some rabbit hutches – Each rabbit needs 2 feet by 3 ft. space.  You can give them a grass run and build rabbit condos that offer them a wonderful, natural lifestyle.   3 female french angora rabbits and 1 male will provide your family with a meal of rabbit meat once a week and enough angora to keep your family in mittens and hats for the winter.  They will eat your garden surplus, and grass hay.  In Europe, during WWII, families with back yard rabbits would make hay by harvesting the grass from vacant lots and roadsides all summer.  And they make affectionate pets, too.  Are we eating our pets? No, as a farmer you make pets out of the breeding animals and give the best possible life and respect to the young that end up on your plate.

You don’t need meat every day, but you do need high quality protein every day and this kind of gardening will give you that.

Consider planting field peas for increased protein.  Field peas increase the fertility of the soil and the crop is ready to harvest in August when the ground can be cleared and a second crop can be planted of either peas or a winter vegetables.  The straw from peas is relished by goats and rabbits.


Consider the addition of an aquaponics greenhouse in the vegetable growing area.  This will yield fish fertilizer, vegetables, and fish for a well rounded diet for you and your garden — along with year round vegetables.  Add a methane digester and you can supply some of your own energy needs as well.  If you can grow meat and vegetables year round, you reduce your dependence on a freezer, which lowers your electrical needs.

My estimate is that in a highly productive area with adequate rainfall, the average family could raise all their food needs on 1 acre of land.  Many did just this during WWII with just a large city lot, by walking their goats and moving their chickens around the vegetable garden.  The key to making this work is to eat what you can grow in your climate — using heritage seeds that are adapted to your growing conditions. With more land — 5 acres — you can move from subsistence farming to commercial agriculture and begin to make some money from your productivity.

If you have more land, grow more food and expand your self sufficiency. But if you only have a balcony in a city apartment, grow where you are planted.  And start in a small way to be more sufficient now.  On the Joybilee Farm Facebook Page, I post periodic links to urban agricultural projects to inspire your urban efforts for self sufficiency.

One of my favorite resources for urban farm is the Urban Farm Guys. Their videos are practical step-by-step guidelines to help you harvest more food from a small amount of land. –

  • Kanan: *changes his whole name, wears different clothes, uses a blaster if the lightsaber isn't necessary*
  • Ahsoka: *also wears new clothes, goes by a super secret codename does stuff anonymously*
  • Obi-wan: *only changes his first name, wears his same jedi robes every day for 19 years, openly uses lightsaber on some random dude in a bar*
what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.


the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.