The pilots of the reliable Jaeger ‘Dream Giver’, Pocahontas and Nakoma have been together since they were kids. When they were given the option to train in the corps to become Jaeger pilots, Pocahontas leapt at the new opportunity. Nakoma was a little more hesitant, but eventually realized that someone had to be there to protect her free spirited friend, to comfort her when she needed it. And besides, it wasn’t like she was going to let her best girl get in a giant robot with someone else by her side.
the warmth in a loved one's smile, getting flour everywhere when baking, but getting to lick the spoon, curling up on a saggy couch, sticky tree sap, watching cartoons on a gray day, sunlight after a storm, staying up late with your favorite people, birdsong in the morning,
the smell of clean clothes, bubble baths, putting your feet up after a long day, dewdrops sparkling in the morning sun, sitting under willow trees, the clicking of heels echoing in a large room, cut gem stones, singing when no one else is around to hear, polished silver, starlight,
blooming roses, walking barefoot through grass, petrichor, peaceful solitude, carving initials into a tree, twirling in skirts, the trickling of a stream, daydreaming during lessons, juicy berries, gently brushing hands when no one is looking,
doodling while taking notes, cherry lip gloss, stargazing, running until your lungs want to burst, threading fingers though soft hair, fireworks, placing your hand on water and not breaking the surface, hearing an old favorite song, the taste of salty tears, feeling at home,
intricate wood carvings, illustrations, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet, silk sheets, satin gloves, a pen gliding across a page, sunlight streaming through a window, freshly baked bread, that new book smell,
purring cats, fruity drinks, exotic perfumes, scrapping your knees, painting your nails, cooling sweat on the back of your neck, city sounds, basking in the sun, picking up smooth stones, the gleam of moonlight on soft skin,
long walks to nowhere, bleeding watercolors, rolling down grassy hills until your clothes are stained green, deep breaths, the wind blowing through you hair, the smokey taste of burning wood, weaving daisy crowns, roaring rivers, feeling secure in someone's arms, clear skies,
polished steel, flower petals, cold air nipping at your cheeks, chapped lips, yards of silky fabric, rough hands, cleanly flooded paper creases, sipping hot tea, relaxing strained muscles, being reunited with loved ones after a long time apart
powdered sugar, comfy shoes, refreshing swims on hot days, blinking city lights, savory home cooked meals, the warmth and familiarity of your own bed, constellations, the lingering scent of a meal after it's been put away, smiling until your face aches, trying new things,
coloring outside the lines, welcoming hugs, fine needlework, getting dirt under your fingernails, sunlight catching specks of dust, mixing globs of paint, pressing wildflowers in a book, sugary icing, carbonated drinks tickling your nose, a familiar lullaby,
wind whipping through your hair, oversized sweaters, sloppy handwriting, red sunsets, bruised elbows, that slightly sunburnt feeling after spending all day outside, mismatched socks, bonfires, the sturdy feeling of an old tree trunk, hidden paths through the forest,
checking every few moments to see if the brownies are done, wool mittens, bubble gum, being excited about seeing a dog, hot cocoa with whipped cream and cinnamon, butterfly kisses, pants with holes in the knees, brightly colored hair, too many pillows, drawing pictures in the fog on a window,
snowflakes on eyelashes, high heels, fern frost, the smell of hair dye, porcelain, mint toothpaste, sharpened pencils, salads with crisp lettuce leaves icy cold metal, pressing your forehead against a cool windowpane,
And I want to say that sorry not sorry, I love the sequel. Even if we don’t take in account the historical context, Pocahontas is better with John Rolfe.
John Smith showed hints of his self-centered personnality in the first movie. However Pocahontas didn’t see them, and I guess most of you also, because she was too interested in the fact that someone different was caring for her. She did not focus on the real him because she focused on the relationship she had with him. She was in love of course, but she was in love with the feeling and not the person. John Smith wanted to change her since the beggining. May I remind you that he wanted to kill her, the only reason he spared her is because she was attractive. If it had been someone else, he’d have shot. But my point is, he always wanted to change her, to sink her into his culture. At a certain moment, when she taught him about hers, he shut up, but as she returned to London, all he wanted was her to stay that way: whitened.
John Rolfe though, cared for her since he got to know her. Of course, he was surprised at first that she, a woman, could have such impact with her people, because in his society, women had no right to say anything. He had to get used to the etiquette of the Native-American culture. But he always cared about who she really was. He never wanted to change her, he always embraced her self. We see it when he gives Poca her mother’s necklace back. He learnt to love her and they have very much in common, though it doesn’t seem so.
Plus, to her, Smith was dead. She said it herself: it’s hard to say goodbye. But when she arrived in London, she had moved on. When she knew that Smith was still alive, she was slightly happy, but she was embarassed as well. She already started to have feelings for Rolfe and she was stuck because she didn’t want to push Smith away.
If Smith and her would have been together, they would have been unhappy because none of them wanted to abandon their customs. Each of them would have regrets. Rolfe was all for Pocahontas, and didn’t mind leaving all he had behind. She is better with him than with Smith, and she knows it. She knows that being with Rolfe will keep her free. And even if she could have been happy with either of them, being with Smith would have emprisonned her.
Disney for the first time did not put a princess with the first guy that showed interest. Disney made it more realistic, but because of that, most people hated it. Disney for once taught that love was not as simple as they supposed so.
I personnaly love the sequel.
Rolfe is such a cutie I can’t even omg.
I could actually write an essay about the subject.