disney ya

Took me 4 hours but I’m done! My first official Kaider fanart from The Lunar Chronicles! I just started reading and I’m at Scarlet now. So far I LOVED IT! I SHIP KAIDER SO MUCH! Also, I know Marissa Meyer loves Sailor Moon and the series nods to it, so there! I put them together in a fanart! Cinder and Kai as Princess Serenity and Prince Endymion. :3

Sort of Disney style.

TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

(Please do not repost without crediting or asking for my permission (;▽;) Reblogging is fine. More than welcome. That’s different. ( ・∀・)b OK!)
  • Slytherin: (dealing with a bunch of assholes)
  • Gryffindor: (tries to save her)
  • Slytherin: Beat it, Gryff. I'm okay.
  • Gryffindor: But...aren't you a damsel in distress?
  • Slytherin: I'm a damsel.
  • Slytherin: I'm in distress.
  • Gryffindor: ??
  • Slytherin: I can handle this.
  • Gryffindor: ?????
  • Slytherin: *dismissive* Have a nice day.
  • Slytherin: (proceeds to fuck up the person who was messing with her)
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Thought this bit from ‘The Little Engine That Couldn’t’ was pretty cute. :) 

- Marianne

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anastasia • dir.  don bluth, gary goldman [classics]

<<why the change of  m i n d ?>>

                       <<it was more a change of  h e a r t .>>

Days in the Sun. (Prince Adam Oneshot.)

to contradict the super smutty asks I’ve been getting and answering, it is I here to remind you that I am truly a romantic binch.

Originally posted by until-the-last-petal-falls

Title: Days In The Sun.
Pairing: Prince Adam x Female!Reader.
Words: 1,273.
Rating: K.
Summary: i just wanted to write a reprise to ‘Days in the Sun’. (I’ll probably post the lyrics themselves on another post!)


Do you ever feel like you’re living in a dream? That sort of euphoric sensation that wraps itself around you, trying to trick you into a reality that was too good to be true? That’s how Prince Adam felt as he stood out on the balcony, holding his first born child in his arms. They were snug in a blanket made by Mrs. Potts, one of their first gifts actually, to keep them warm. Adam himself was wearing nothing other than a pair of soft blue pants and a silk, handmade robe that covered his torso. His hair was tugged into a rather loose hair tie, some of his light hair spilling and framing his face. From the rolling colors in the sky, Adam figured it was nearly dawn. The purples were turning into pinks, and the pinks into light oranges. He couldn’t tell how long he had been awake, but he did wake up first when the moon and stars were the only light you were able to maneuver around in.

Adam looked down at the baby in his arms. Only three months old, amazingly, and he’s gotten quite used to hold them and has even learned the proper way as well. He hadn’t been around a baby in years, let alone hold one on his own. He thought for a moment. No, he’d never actually held one before. Fortunately, he had you to show him because admittedly he was completely clueless. They looked a lot like him, having a swirl of strawberry blond hair. A few shades darker than his actually, but he figured it may lighten up as they grew up. Their eyes were still a gray color and hadn’t decided what color they were going to be. While you hoped that it’s a beautiful mix between his and yours, he’d argue certainly, saying that they need to be your eyes because they held so much love and adoration.

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     / *                “ on the evenings when the mermaids rose through the water like this, arm in arm, their youngest sister stayed behind all alone, looking after them and wanting to weep. ”

HANS  CHRISTIAN  ANDERSEN’S   THE  LITTLE  MERMAID.