A Portrait Worth a Thousand Words (Bruce Wayne x Reader)
aka My Sad Attempt at Fluff for Bruce
The portrait wasn’t the
original – that one had been one of
the many things lost in the fire that claimed Wayne Manor. No, this one was actually a copy that had once
hung for many years at Wayne Tower in downtown Gotham. Of course, Bruce made
sure that it had been replaced with a duplicate he’d commissioned, earning
admiration from many who saw it as the act of a loving, successful son who was
determined to always keep another legacy of his parents nearby.
It therefore puzzled you
that he didn’t keep it aboveground in the Glass House but, instead, subterranean
in the Batcave. It became even more perplexing when you realized that it was
placed in a hallway that Bruce seemed to rarely walk down, quite possibly even
finding alternate options to the route if he could. Most people would have a
painting of their long-deceased parents somewhere in a common area or even
private one; just somewhere where they could always see them and smile at them,
maybe even hold a conversation. Then again, Bruce was not most people, being a
tall, stupid-rich, former-playboy who moonlighted as knuckle-baring vigilante
in a bat suit.
What do you think of Connie's speech at the end of the new SU episode?
i think connie’s realized how rough things have been for steven, in a way his group of “superpowered children” haven’t. if anyone was worried connie was gonna get “shoved aside” because she’s not always involved, or that her character would get stagnant, take comfort in how very relevant connie’s speech and realization was to steven’s current core dilemma.
i think that’s gonna keep being built on. connie’s been an important player in steven’s recovery from traumatic incidents ever since full disclosure - if not earlier! it’s a really well-developed relationship: she gets that steven’s been given a lot of hardship without ever being asked. i think that realization was the core of “the new crystal gems” - someone being put in his shoes, and realizing how difficult the peacemaking job is, how often he has to be the “adult”, and how horrible it’s been for steven to feel like he fails that.
in general, yes, connie’s pretty firmly planted as the “friend/love interest” character. but, as with all characters that are rooted in archetypes, it’s how they play with that and how genuine their bond is that makes the relationship interesting. connie gives an homage to the best part of those tropes, without having steven’s life consuming her entire identity - she’s got her parents, tennis, books, sword practice, her own anti-authoritarian views, she’s not a patient peacemaker, she’s a talented liar, has her own relationship with several gems, ect… and alongside all that, she loves steven. she’s his best friend, she understands him in a way no one else does, and she’s there for him.
tl;dr: i really loved her speech, i felt it summed up both how important connie is gonna keep being in the narrative, while also lending focus to how much steven’s just been through.
Okay! First of all, I love your hcs and fics so much, and I'm such a happy and proud potato that you keep your blog up-to-date through everything! SO what if MC switched bodies (somehow) with the people of the RFA+V+Saeran? SFW or NSFW, it's up to you. Much love!
This might be a little short, def ooc, and not completely on the NSFW side, but I thought this would be a good chance to have something a little silly/funny on the blog! Much love to you too!!
(Lets also say that they’re dreaming or something like that for an excuse habfhsdbfhs I’m so bad when it comes to these plots)
All panicking aside, these folks may do a few weird things.
Zen would probably want to view himself from ‘your’ eyes- Getting an actual outside perspective of himself and loving it (also making some notes on what he could do to tone up a bit more, new ways to style his hair, etc). When if came to your body, however, he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands. For one, he would really, really, want to touch a few certain areas, but the look you give him when he’s quietly thinking about it scares him into forgetting the thought right then and now. Besides, he’s too much of a gentlemen to actually follow through those thoughts…
Yoosung would probably panic the whole day, and not just for your sake either. He’d be so worried about how you would think of his body. Is it weird??? Are you…Are you looking at–Aah! He’s panic so much. He’d want to be with you the whole time the ordeal was going on, just so he knows you’re not looking at him naked and critiquing his body. As for yours, he would have such a hard time changing clothes. And don’t even get him started on your bra- He tried putting on a shirt with his eyes closed and nearly died when he realised he was forgetting it.
Jumin wouldn’t leave your side. He’d be very worried about how you would present him. He would know that you would have a different air about you, and he needs to keep his reputation. Not that he doesn’t trust you….But he knows you. You haven’t grown up with the years of training he has on etiquette and presenting yourself. You’re still lost on his lifestyle, so he would stay by your side, acting so stoic in your body it gives you some weird vibes. But, granted, he wouldn’t let his mind wander about your body at all.
Seven would probably jokingly encourage you to mess around with his body, joking about how you two can really switch the roles up. But, silliness aside, he would be a bit weirded out. Very weirded out. If you even took his jacket off he would whine a bit, wanting you to cover himself back up. I mean it’s one thing when he decides to undress for you, but you in his body seeing himself from his perspective…Too much!!! He might practice taking off your bra a bit…How does that one latch always get stuck???
Jaehee would be pretty uncomfortable. She might think it’s nice to not have that weight on her chest all the time, and her hair longer, but seeing how she looks to other people would just be so weird. She’d be constantly frowning, walking around ‘you’ and thinking about a few ways she needs to adjust herself (Maybe getting a skirt thats a little less tight, different colored stockings….). After you try to give her some encouraging words (and failing due to the general weirdness), she’d calm down a bit….but definitely would be researching ways to reverse this
Saeran is not coming out of his room. No. Nope. Never. Not until he gets his own body back. And he would nearly want to force you to do the exact same- Do Not make a fool out of him, please god. He would die. Would he want to view your body? Probably. But he would be so creeped out by the whole thing he would just lay in bed and try to sleep it away, or just ignore it to the best of his ability.
V would probably be too shy to stay with you in the room. He’d frown about how his hair can be sometimes (”I never realized how much it nearly covered my eyes…”), and a few other details, but he would never, ever, let his hands stray over any strange areas for too long. He’d be a bit confused on what exactly is happening, why this even happened in the first place, but he’d focus on calming you down first, if he can. (Though he might ask you to make sure to brush his hair if you absolutely need to go out).
(If this was a dream, I’d like to imagine the RFA and Co waking up in a cold sweat, wondering what the fucking hell they just dreamed about.)
I'm scared now. Some one said most rescue dogs fail to become service dogs?😞
Most dogs IN GENERAL fail to become service dogs. The odds are stacked against shelter dogs because you have no way of knowing what their future health could be like (by looking at the lines they are from), and because you don’t know what kind of potential problems they could have with training due to previous bad experiences. But, that doesn’t mean that a rescue can’t ever successfully become a good service dog!
I would be very curious to hear your opinions on how what you people are doing is almost detail for detail how the Soviet union got its start in Russia, like I'm not accusing you of anything or trying to be hostile, I'm just genuinely curious, and if you don't know what I'm talking about the book "Gulag Archipelago" is a Very critically acclaimed book from back in the day that details the uprising of the Soviet Union
Oh yeah of course! How could we not see the comparisons between a nonsectarian international movement of people devoted to protecting human rights by opposing fascism, racism and other forms of bigotry with a peasants’ movement to overthrow Tsarist autocrats that really kicked off when the Imperial Guard slaughtered hundreds of unarmed protestors marching to the Winter Palace on Bloody Sunday, which led to massive general strikes and retaliatory mass executions carried out under orders of Tsar Nicholas II, leading to the creation of the first Soviets and constitutional reform and setting the stage for the February Revolution of 1917 - itself kicking off when the Tsar failed to put down a general strike with repressive military force and led to the surging popularity of Lenin’s Bolsheviks party, the October Revolution, the first soviet government, and the Russian Civil War, which in turn beget the system of gulags Lenin set up to repress political dissent?
It’s almost as if an international movement disrupting and opposing fascists and racists using creative confrontational tactics taking place today, 100 years after the Soviet revolution, has nothing at all to do with any aspect of Soviet history* or something. You might as well be comparing tumblr to a casserole, given the complete and utter lack of commonalities between the two.
Maybe you missed/misunderstood this part of The Gulag Archipelago: “That was how the agents of the Inquisition fortified their wills: by invoking Christianity; the conquerors of foreign lands, by extolling the grandeur of their Motherland; the colonizers, by civilization; the Nazis, by race; …. Without evildoers there would have been no Archipelago.”
Hope you’re not turning in anything on this important book for a school paper, because you’re not getting a good grade on it, Holmes!
(*except for Soviet resistance to Nazi occupation, of course!)
when interacting with their crushes, would your oc/s :
-lash out to hide their feelings? -openly and publicly express their emotions? would they also actively try to win the crush’s affections? -act as if they had no interest at all? would they be very convincing at it? -try to act normal but fail? -try to impress their crush but fail? -act weird in general? -treat them like a regular friend but drop hints every so often? -(add your own).
Keith had wanted to be alone so he’d found the quietest corridor in the furthest part of the most disused part of the ship. He was staring out the large viewport, or rather, he was staring at his face reflected in it.
He still found it hard to look at. Still found it hard to believe that it was his face. But, given the hideous transformations he’d gone through in his nightmares it could have been a lot worse. He still looked mostly human.
With a now clawed finger he traced one of the deep purple lines that started at the inner corner of his eye, followed the side of his nose before curving out over his cheek to meet the corner of his mouth. The overall look was highly reminiscent of the tear-tracks of a cheetah. The lilac spots of colour dotted about his face only added to the similarity to Earth’s fastest feline.
His ears now had a sharp point to them, more elfin than galran, though the lynx-like tufts at the tips were definitely more giant, purple murder cat than graceful immortal warrior. The teeth, which he absently prodded at with the tip of his tongue, had also become quite sharp, and were taking some getting used to. They hadn’t really changed the sound of his voice, though there was a distinct growling quality to it now whenever he was angry or upset, which, truth be told, was most of the time. But he’d lost count of how many times he’d punctured his lip with the damn things!
His eyes had remained mostly unchanged. The sclera had a slight yellowish tint to them, but otherwise they appeared the same greyish-violet they always had. They were more sensitive to light, however, which made for enhanced night vision, not a bad adaptation for the inky blackness of space, actually.
In fact, all his senses had been heightened. Sight, hearing, smell, taste, even touch. He could identify his friends by scent alone now, by the way their feet touched the ground. They didn’t seem to care about the change.
‘I have to admit, you look pretty badass.’ Lance had grinned, though Keith wasn’t sure he wasn’t quoting from one of his many favourite movies. He was sure he’d heard a line like that somewhere. Concerning some guy who had inadvertently turned himself into some kind of hairy monster.
His ears pricked up as he heard footsteps approaching. He sniffed the air though it only confirmed what he’d already gleaned from the footfalls.
She’d been avoiding him ever since…he’d started looking like this. It had hurt him more than he cared to admit. He thought she’d gotten over it, they had been becoming so close. REALLY close. He’d begun to feel in a way that he’d never felt before, in a way that his limited experience with females, or with others in general, failed to explain.
He turned to look at her as she rounded the corner and came into view. She studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she moved faster than he’d have thought possible. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the opposite wall of the corridor with such force it made his head spin. Or maybe that was from the way it had impacted with the wall. His feet scrambled for some kind of purchase but she was holding him at least half a meter off the ground. She held one of his arms above his head, the other she pressed against his chest, holding him firmly in place. He’d seen her do something similar to Ulaz.
'So this is how it’s gonna be.’ It took all his presence of mind not to bear his teeth at her.
She leaned in close, dangerously close. He could feel her breath, so warm on his face, as she angled herself to whisper. “Do you have any idea what these ears are doing to me?”
Her voice had been throaty…sultry…even…seductive…?
“Princess?” He question. He had to be imagining it.
His eyes widened and his body tensed as soft lips pressed against the mentioned facial feature. She continued to lay a trail of featherlight kissed from tip to lobe. His head lolled to the side as his body relaxed granting her better access to his jaw and neck which she happily took advantage of.
A deep, reverberating rumbling began to vibrate through his chest. Was he purring? And she’d thought the ears had been the most appealing aspect of his change. She giggled but it didn’t stop her tender machination to his neck.
Keith threw his head back against the wall, partly in response to what Allura was doing to his neck, his jaw, his clavicle, any place she could reach from where she had him pinned to the wall really. Oh, back to the ear now. That was nice. He let out a low groan and felt his eyes roll back of their own accord, the reaction only seemed to encourage Allura to double her efforts.
He threw his head back again. He had done that in an attempt to clear the warm fuzzies that were settling there. But he liked the warm fuzzies. They were so very warm. And so fuzzily fuzzy. He flexed the hand that she held trapped above both their heads. Damn she was strong. But he was no lightweight himself. Especially now. He might not be able to touch the ground, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t brace himself.
He planted a foot against the wall behind him and kicked off.
The motion threw Allura across the corridor to impact the wall beside the large viewport. Her face fell, she must be thinking his actions were a rejection. But only for the millisecond it took him to pounce. He wasn’t rejecting her, he was just turning the tables.
She gasped, out of surprise rather than fear, as sharp teeth dragged across her throat. She knew those teeth could easily rend her flesh if he so chose, but she wasn’t afraid. This was Keith. Sweet, naive, innocent…well…maybe not so innocent considering the way his hands were beginning to roam.
She tilted her head back as his mouth worked its way slowly up the column of her neck. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he moved along her jawline to her own pointed ear. She let out a deep, contented sigh. It seemed her ears were as sensitive as his were. Maybe more so. It was his turn to chuckle.
She tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling him, a little reluctantly, from where he had been nuzzling her neck. She had a sudden compulsion to see his face. She reached out to cup it, stroking the tear-tracks gently with her thumbs. Pidge had told her that his markings resembled one of their homeworld’s big cats, one known for its speed, which seemed so appropriate. And his ears were a proper shape now. But it was still his eyes that truly held her gaze. She was so glad that the change had barely touched them. In the dim light afforded from the stars outside it was impossible to even notice the slight yellowing in them at all. They were the same beautiful shade of violet they’d always been.
Right now they were blinking slowly, looking at her while she was looking at him. On some mutual unspoken agreement they leaned towards each other. There was no teasing this time. No nuzzling, no toying with overly sensitive ears.
Their lips met tentatively at first, neither of them had any experience at this kind of thing. But months of unspoken attraction, of burgeoning feelings they had refused to act upon due to their shared overdeveloped sense of duty, quickly erupted into a passion neither one knew they were capable of, which, given their similar fiery personalities, was really saying something.
Allura wrapped her arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him even closer than he already was. He obliged as best he could, his arms coiling about her waist. She was beginning to feel light-headed, probably due to lack of oxygen, but she didn’t want to break away, even to breathe.
Then suddenly he was gone. She was sent actually spinning, coming to a stop in front of the view screen. Keith was standing a few steps away, breathing heavily, staring out at the stars. She was about to demand to know what the quiznak he was playing at when she heard Lance’s voice.
“And then I said-”
“We know what you said, Lance.” Hunk’s voice answered patiently. “We were there.”
“And you’ve told this story at least half a dozen times now.” Pidge snorted.
“But it gets better every time I tell it.”
She glanced at him. His eyes had flicked to her for a moment before returning to the stars. He’d heard them coming. He had only broken the kiss to save them being caught in a compromising position. He glanced quickly at her again, running a hand through his hair when he did so. She reached up to touch her own hair finding it was a little tussled. She quickly smoothed it out. She noticed his was quite unruly as well, but it always was. She doubted they would notice anything amiss.
“Princess.” Lance greeted happily. “Fearless, Fuzzy Leader.” He teased when he noticed Keith.
“I am NOT fuzzy!” He snapped.
Allura tried not to smile. She knew now from close, personal, physical contact that he actually kind of was. But she couldn’t argue the point without exposing them so she kept quiet.
“Where are you headed?” She asked instead.
“Training room.” Hunk told her. “Thought we’d get in a little target practice.”
“A workout sounds good.” Keith agreed.
“I think I’ll join you too.” Allura nodded. They had to do something to release the…energies…they’d just built up.
“Well go suit up.” Lance said. “We’ll meet you down there.”
As the two boys walked off Pidge lingered, waiting until they were well out of earshot. She turned and studied the pair for a moment, pushing her glasses up her nose.
“You know, Princess…” She began in a matter-of-factly tone. “You might want to consider a different shade of lipstick.” She licked her thumb and ran the damp digit along her reluctant leader’s jaw, like a mother cleaning up her dirty offspring. “This one really doesn’t look good on Keith.”
With a grin she turned to follow the boys, leaving the flabbergasted possible couple behind.
For @jonxsansafanfiction ‘s Valentines Challenge! Day 3: Confessions Summary: Dystopian AU: After Winterfell, one of the largest ships in the galaxy, is attacked by rebels, Lieutenant Snow is tasked with protecting the princess, but when they are saved by the royal military unit, Lieutenant Snow is interrogated over what really transpired during the rebellion.
“State your name and station.”
“Jon Snow. Lieutenant at The Wall.”
The man crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back. His blonde hair was cropped to the scalp and there was a long jagged scar down his right eye. He would be intimidating if Jon hadn’t spent the past five years at The Wall where he had seen the worst of what the war could do to people.
“What was your business at Winterfell?”
“I was sent by my general to discuss a private matter.”
“What was that matter?”
“That is above your clearance.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. He placed both hands on the cool, metal table.
“Lieutenant Snow, I can assure you I have clearance.”
“Unless General Mormont tells me personally, I cannot say any further.”
There was a moment where the man seemed to consider this and debate whether it was worth pressing the issue further but a knock from the other side of the mirror decided for him. Jon didn’t know who was watching behind the glass or how many people had been involved in the rebellion, all he cared about was getting out of here and finding her.
“Very well. So you arrived at Winterfell three days prior. Is that correct?”
“And then what happened?”
“My men and I were escorted immediately to General Stark’s office where the matter was discussed.”
“This is Eddard Stark?”
“No. This was his son. Robb Stark.”
“Where was Eddard Stark? Last we heard, he was the General in charge of Winterfell.”
“He is retired with his wife at Riverrun, or so I was told.”
“So you met with General Robb Stark. What happened after?”
“Once the matter was concluded, General Stark held a feast for my men and I. It had been a long journey from The Wall. It was to lift our spirits.”
“Were you intoxicated at this feast, Lieutenant Snow?”
“Was this when the rebels arrived?”
“No. That happened later.”
“So what happened at the feast?”
“We drank, we ate. It was a feast. Nothing of import happened other than that.”
“Was that when you met the princess?”
Jon’s jaw clenched imperceptibly.
“Yes and no. We were introduced in passing but I did not speak to her.”
“Did you want to?”
“I don’t see how that is relevant.”
“Answer the question, lieutenant.”
“No, I did not want to. She is a woman well above my station. I had no reason to want to speak to her.”
The man wrote something in his file and nodded. Jon knew what was coming but knowing it did little to ease the tension built up around his shoulders.
“So the rebels came at what hour?”
“What happened first?”
“A blast broke down in the hull of the ship. Even from where our quarters were, it rocked all of Winterfell.”
“Did you try to reach an escape pod?”
“No, I am a soldier. My duty was to my men. We stayed and fought.”
“But you didn’t stay for long.”
“Is that a question?”
“What did General Stark say to you during the fighting?”
“He ordered me to protect the princess.”
“Just me. He did not trust anyone else.”
“And why is that?”
“Because Winterfell had not detected any enemy ships so the rebels must’ve already been on board when they attacked. There was no telling which of us were compromised.”
“But General Stark was sure you weren’t?”
“We trained together at the Academy. He knows I am loyal.”
The man jotted something else down. Jon’s unease grew.
“So you abandoned the fight and went to find the princess. What happened?”
“I escorted her to an escape pod but we were ambushed. We had to find refuge somewhere. There were six rebels after us and I couldn’t take them all at once without risking the safety of the princess.”
“I see. And so you blocaded yourselves in the infirmary. For the entire time?”
“Where else would we go? We could still hear the fighting. If we tried to reach our escape pod with those rebels looking for us, we’d be dead. I had a mission to protect the princess at all cost and I was not willing to fail.”
“Because of General Stark?”
“And no other reason?”
“What are you insinuating?”
“You were alone with the princess for two days, Lieutenant Snow. You tell us.”
“If you’re asking if anything happened between the princess and I then the answer is no. Like I said, I am a soldier and she is a princess. She is well above my station.”
“But did you want something to happen?”
“I don’t see how this is relevant to the rebellion.”
“It is very relevant, Lieutenant Snow. Now answer the question.”
“My only concerns were about her safety. I kept her safe. That is all.”
A shout could be heard from beyond the room and Jon jerked forward, alert and ready.
The man looked nonplussed, as if he barely even heard the noise. He merely flipped through the file in his lap.
“None of your concern. Now, how did the princess sustain her injuries?”
The shouting continued. Jon’s eyes flickered to the only entrance into the room. Something wasn’t right. He had felt it as soon as these men had arrived, claiming to be the White Cavalry, a military unit dedicated to protecting the royal family, but there was something off about them. Jon couldn’t put his finger on what it was but he needed to find her. He needed to make sure she was safe.
“Lieutenant Snow, how did the princess sustain her injuries?”
Jon looked back at the man, frowning.
“We were found by the rebels on the last day. There were three of them this time. I did my best but one of them got to her before I could incapacitate them.”
The memory pained him still. He had let them touch her. It was his job to protect the princess, his job to protect his friend’s cousin, but he had barely managed that.
“Is she okay?”
The man looked up from his file, a slow, sinister smile pulling taut across his face. Jon’s fingers clenched tightly at his side.
“Tell me, Lieutenant Snow, what is the nature of your relationship with the princess?”
“There is no relationship.”
“Hmm, I beg to differ. According to footage recovered from Winterfell, there is in fact a rather fond relationship between the two of you.” The man closed his file. He smiled even wider now. “So if I were to threaten your life, do you think the princess would rush to your aid? Do you think she would reveal her father’s plans for the warship?”
Jon’s breath left him in a rush. He brought both fists down onto the table and lurched forward.
“You piece of shit, where did you take her!”
The man leaned back. There was nothing Jon could do with the restraints holding him in place. His heart pounded in his chest, all the worries and doubts coming to surface all at once. They were part of the rebellion. He should have known. He should have protected her.
“That is none of your concern, Lieutenant Snow.”
“You touch her and I’ll kill you!”
The man laughed, a foreboding sound to Jon’s ears.
“It’s quite touching, really, this little crush you have on the princess. Pathetic, lieutenant, but touching. It’s too bad she has to die for the cause. Such a pretty girl too.”
The shouting returned, now closer than before, and this time, it did cause the man to turn towards the mirrored wall with a furrow between his brows. Jon tried to regain control of his breathing. If he remained calm, he could find a way out of his restraints and save her. He could still save her. He had to.
Abruptly, the mirror exploded, shards of glass flying everywhere. Jon tucked his head towards his chest and angled his body as best as he could away from the projectiles. When he looked back up, his men were jumping into the room with their guns raised. Two grabbed the man who had been interrogating Jon, and his second-in-command unlocked Jon’s restraints with a smirk.
“Alright, Jon?” Edd asked. “You look like shit.”
Jon laughed and rubbed at his wrists as soon as the metal handcuffs had dropped away. He stood up, walking over to the man, and punched him square in the jaw.
“Not a crush,” Jon said, leaning forward so his voice remained low enough for only the man to hear, confessing something he hadn’t even said to the woman in question. “I love her. And the next time you try to threaten her life, I’ll make sure you die a slow and agonising death.”
As soon as the man was carried out from the room, a flurry of red came bounding towards him, his hands instinctively going around her waist. Her lips found his easily and she kissed him so fully, so deeply, that several of his men started to cough to get their attention. Jon chuckled, pushing her back but keeping one arm secured around her waist.
“Search the ship. Lock up any rebels you find and bring the injured to the main hall. Edd, I need you to contact General Mormont. No one else. Not even the royal family. We don’t know how many have been compromised.”
When his men had filed out, leaving him alone with her, Jon turned her in his arms and cradled her face in between his hands.
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
“Jon,” she sighed, smiling. “I’m okay. I really am.”
He kissed her again, just to make sure she was really there in his arms.
“What’ll happen now?”
“I don’t know,” Jon said honestly. “But I’m not letting you out of my sight. You stay with me. It’s the only way I can protect you.”
So I have seen this post on my dash one too many times. And… I would like to be sympathetic to it. Out of context, young boys (and girls!) need to learn that being romantically interested in someone does not mean that you are entitled to their time or interest. And Disney movies are great for that.
The problem with this…
According to the Disney wiki, there are 76 characters with disabilities in the Disney canon out of 10,046 total. Now, this covers every Disney property, including things like Star Wars. I’m not counting Star Wars, Marvel, or any of the TV shows in this ranking; I’m also not counting Pixar. I’m just talking about the movies with Disney’s brand on them.
But out of the entire Disney Animated Canon, there are only 25 canonically disabled characters. Only 7 of them are named, have speaking parts, and are not villains. And only 1 of those characters is the protagonist.
Yup. That’s right. The male character who is specifically praised for being the one hero in the Disney canon who has a Disney romance but gives it up for the greater good…
Is also the one disabled protagonist in the entire Disney canon.
This is a massive, massive intersectionality fail.
If you’re disabled, especially if you’re physically disabled, you are often told that you’re unattractive. (”Boy, you’d be pretty if you weren’t in a wheelchair!”) People stare at you like you’re some kind of freak, and they do it all the time. People often think, if you have a partner, that loving you must be some kind of sacrifice on their part.
Saying that this subplot is good and feminist inadvertently sends out the message that what people are saying is true. That even in Disney movies, where Love Conquers All, disabled people are fundamentally too broken and ugly to be loveable. The honourable thing to do is of course ‘let’ the ‘better’ person and let your lover find someone else.
…I think we can all agree that this is suboptimal.