To say you loved Disney movies was possibly the biggest understatement to ever exist in the history of understatements. You were obsessed! You just adored the songs, the characters and the story lines, and the way near enough every single one has a badass female character.
The newest one that had been released was Moana, you had seen all of the trailers and had even studied Hawaiian Demi-Gods, mainly focusing on Maui as he was one of the stories main characters.
You had already seen it, but you wanted the two boys who you called brothers to bask in it’s glory. Sam was easy to convince, he’s had a soft spot for Disney movies ever since he was a kid.
Dean, however was slightly more reluctant.
“Come on, Dea! Just this once, I promise you’ll love it” You begged, Dean rolled his eyes “no, and you’ve already seen it! Why do you want me and Sam to see it so badly?” He asked, he was trying to get some research on the British Men Of Letters, he needed a break.
“I want you and Sam to see it because it’s amazing and I don’t want to look like a loner. Now, come on, lets gooo” you said tugging on his arm, trying to get him out of the chair.
Dean chuckled lightly at your eagerness, “you and Sam just go without me, I’m not really into Disney movies anyway” he said causing you to stop and stare wide eyed at him.
“You… you don’t like Disney movies? This is where our friendship ends, right here right now” You said in disbelief, you heard Sam release a quiet “uh oh” before he sat down, he knew you were going to rant, he found them amusing.
“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies! They are the soil of every persons belonging, the heart and soul of every child’s dream!” You said dramatically, Dean closed the laptop and stared at you, an eyebrow quirked up in amusement.
“I just don’t like the whole, cheesy love story to it-” you interrupted him by jumping up from the chair you had been sat on, “but that’s the great thing about this movie! There’s no love story! It’s about this badass teenager from this Island in Hawaii who get’s chosen by the water to sail across the ocean to find this Demi-god guy names Maui so he can restore the heart of Te-fiti and save the freaking world from this curse that was released when he stole it! See, no love story, zero love. Zilch. Nada. None.” You said in one breath, the boys were looking at you like you were a crazy person.
“What? I do my research.” You said smugly, before turning back to Dean. He sighed and stood up “fine, come on lets go” he muttered, you ran in front of him “I promise you’ll love it!” You called behind you.
I’m normally not the one to talk about new dolls whether they are a part of my favorite franchise or not. Books, movies, tv shows alright but dolls… Not so much. But the new Back-to-school Apple White deserves a reaction.
Back-to-school line as a whole isn’t spectacular but, alright, not everyone has to have every single piece of merchandise to be super fancy like me.
BtS Apple is an Apple doll that has (FINALLY!) glasses. Unlike Cupid and Blondie who wear them because nerdy easthetic(!!!) and don’t actually need them. The black rims look too serious and sad for Apple’s face and bubbly personality though.
Otherwise the doll is a disapointment. It’s not that she’s made badly but basically she wears her School Spirit outfit. Like, ok, nice shirt and skirt, I know, but I don’t need the same clothes twice!
This Apple doll is an embodiment of whoever manages EAH that person is running out of budget AND ideas. :/
Tbh I don’t think the voice actors in ROTG realize just what an impact they’ve had on people. And I don’t think they realize just what an AMAZING job they did and just how amazing the casting was. I mean, William Joyce and Peter Ramsey and the animators know but like
Alec Baldwin as a Russian Santa with tattoos and broadswords that has a HUGE personality but does have his soft, quiet moments that are very fatherly like with Jack. (Also I read all of North’s lines in the GoC books in the voice Alec used for North. Yup.)
Hugh Jackman as a 6'1" Australian rabbit with boomerangs and egg bombs that’s basically Wolverine but loves to garden and can’t swear because there’s kids around. Also is a freaking JERK at times but still amazing with kids.
Isla Fisher as the bubbliest Tooth Fairy to ever fly on the planet but can still kick your ass if need be and be a scolding mother at the same time.
Jude Law as the FreAking BOOGEYMAN (honestly my favorite casting choice here). I mean he has one of the best villain voices EVER and he knows how to use it to be the cunning, terrifying villain of this movie. I can’t tell you how much I love it. And when I read the GoC books I read every one of Pitch’s lines in Jude’s voice. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.
And of course Chris Pine as Jack Frost, who probably has the most influence of all the characters in this movie. Jack’s just a little shit basically but he’s great with kids and loves to be with them but he also has this feeling of desperation to him that we can all relate to because he doesn’t know who he is and he’s on a journey to find it. Not to mention he’s snarky as hell and not willing to back down from a fight and idk it shows a side to Chris Pine that we don’t typically see imo.
And we can’t forget about our sassy little Sandman and Jamie and Sophie and EVERYONE.
Idk most of these characters are complete opposites of the actors who played them’s character and I find it so impressive that they were able to do such a good job considering that they’re used to acting in front of a camera and not a microphone.
Okay, let’s talk for a minute about Batman Unlimited.
I don’t even care that these movies are probably just to provide context and hype for a DC toy line for kiddos. These movies are providing something that I have craved for as long as I can remember.
They are the embodiment of fanfiction (and crackfic!) in full-length animation. From the vague, weird story lines, to the sub-great writing, to *most importantly* the INCLUSION OF VARIOUS CHARACTERS OF IMPORT, they give things that the serious animated features have not. We haven’t had a show or film from DC in which more than two Robins exist, alive, in the same universe. WELL NOW WE HAVE THREE OF FIVE EXISTING. And the birdflash friendship?! And why are Wally (or maybe Barry but I’m going with Wally because I’m birdflash trash) and Ollie and Vic even there in Gotham, hanging out and helping?? WHO CARES! I WANT THEM THERE.
I don’t care that they’re mis-characterizing Damian, distancing him from Dick and attaching him to Tim. The fact that the three of them are there and know each other??? I can’t ask for more right now because that seems like too much to ask for anyway.
I just finished watching the newest movie, Mechs vs. Mutants, and was so happy to see Dami and practically every one of my favorite classic Batman villains.
I don’t care that the plot is weak and the lines are corny and that the story is wayyy too dumbed down because their target demographic is probably decades younger than me. I’m just so happy to watch these characters interact on a screen together.
OMG if they ever do a serious animated film the right way and pick a really great story line (like No Mans Land or BftC) and don’t re-write it to include New52 elements, and don’t leave out any cast members, I would die a happy death right on the spot. But until then, I will be a happy nerd watching these little kid and fan-nerd pleasing crack!fic-esque movies.
Why I like them: gay! Adorable!
Why I don’t: I don’t understand the question and I refuse to answer it
Favorite episode (scene if movie): “The Gang Goes to Hell”
Favorite season/movie: 11
Favorite line: “RICH GAY MAC RULES!”
Favorite outfit: the sleeveless RIOT shirt
Favorite Friendship: Charlie/Mac
Head Canon: he’s recently started making a list of every dick scene in a movie, having no idea that many websites are way ahead of him on this
Unpopular opinion: I don’t really get the thing of him being more innocent than Dennis
A wish: boyfriend! Boyfriend! Boyfriend!
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I don’t think it’d ever happen, but going back in the closet
5 words to best describe them: cute rich gay Mac rules!
My nickname for them: I just call him Mac
Well to be honest I’m afraid that when I kiss you I will ever so slowly retreat my head and our eyes will find an eternity out of seconds as if in some cliche romance movie.
I’m afraid the director may yell cut and the camera will slowly fade away, transparent to the human eye…
I’m afraid we are actors for this surreal moment seems so real - but only when my eyes are tightened shut and nothing is real at all.
I’m afraid to kiss you for your prior beauty may multiply to some infinity that does not exist. I’m afraid you will look different as my eyes sprout open, maybe for the better, unlikely for the worse, but either way I lose.
I’m afraid to kiss you because what if my mom walks in and I have to explain to her why I’m sweating like a nervous wreck and my face has a clammy blush. She may mistake the pigment of my skin as strawberry and throw cream cheese on me… okay so she probably wouldn’t throw cream cheese at me.
I’m afraid to kiss you because I’m impulsive and youthful and… fuck it, I’m just going to kiss you.
But I am afraid for what comes after that kiss…
I don’t need your colorful, pleasure positions. The reverse cowgirl, the cowgirl, the reverse, the girl cow, the 69, or any other freaky concoctions of our era.
I just need the 11, me and you, next to each other; no contact necessary, some preferred.
Maybe I’m holding your hand
Maybe we are watching a movie.
Maybe we are eating crackers; in fact there may be cracker crumbs all over the bed but quite frankly it makes no difference at all.
I want to 11 you all over those cracker crumbs. I want to 11 on the pathway while walking to class, and by god I want to 11 you while standing in line to see your favorite band play.
Every 11:11 I wish for 11 11’s with you but it wouldn’t be enough.
Which brings me back to my ever lasting fear. That is Why I am afraid to kiss you.
Summary: What happens when two hormonal teenagers accidentally switch into a porn channel when they were tug-o-warring the remote?
[[based of this prompt: Muse A and Muse B are watching a movie together, when suddenly an unexpected sexy/sexual scene comes on, causing extreme awkwardness between them, as they are crushing on each other but not yet together.]]
Warnings: The most detailed smutty smutty smut I have ever written.
Word Count: 2564
Grab your bibles and your holy books cause yall about to sin. YALL NEED JESUS!
Rules: Answer the questions and tag 10(or 5 sue me) people [Optional: post any MEA screenshot you’d like to share!] Don’t forget to tag your post with #meapartyweek
☆ What is your favorite scene in MEA?
Absolutly 100% the movie night, every crew member had great lines and you really got to see the characters at their best.
☆ What is your favorite weapon?
The Black Widow sniper rifle by far, the sheer DPS of that thing made it so fun to use. Plus i named it legion so if i ever dont equip it i feel sad.
☆ What is your favorite armor?
so in the original trilogy i really didnt like most of the helmets but in andromeda i loved most of them. The new Exploration focused design philosophy really made some of the armour sets pop in my opinon. I went with the Maverick chest, and the Rem-Tech helmet.
☆ What is your favorite power ability?
Tactical Cloak. once an infiltrator always an infiltrator
☆ What is your favorite planet?
Elaaden, it really felt like some vast charred desert world yerrning to be explored. Plus the yellow/white color pallet looked really good, and the sand worm gave me those dune vibes(Even if it was a robot).
☆ What is your favorite addition to MEA that wasn’t in the original trilogy?
I really liked Biowares commitment to Equal Gender representation. It was always a pet pieve of mine that you only ever saw a handful of females of the various alien races in the Original Trilogy. But in andromeda they are freaking everywhere and i love it.
☆ Who is your favorite non-romanced (one you didn’t romance but can be romanced) character? (can be NPC or squadmate)
Liam was the ultimate bro and i LOVED talking to him. Honestly he’s one of the only starting squadmates that i really enjoyed talking to, though theyre all great dont get me wrong. I know it
☆ Favorite squad/party combo?
Vetra/Liam cause i love the drama
☆ Favorite non-bipedal animal in Andromeda?
i liked the Floating crab whales From habatat 7 alot. Very classic scifi looking creatures
☆ What surprised you most when you first played MEA?
i will be god damned if the dynamic cover didnt suprise me with how natural it felt to use. I expected it to be jarring, instead flowing from cover to cover feels cool and usefull. Really helps speed up the flow of combat.
Put on your tin-foil hats and buckle up for a ride to Crazy Town, folks. I admit this one is out there.
In late July of 1974, a 13-year-old girl walking her dog in the dunes outside of Provincetown, MA, followed her beagle into a stand of stunted pines, and nearly stepped on the badly decomposed body of a young woman. For a time, the inconclusive investigation into her death gripped all of New England.
An attempt had been made to remove her head, probably with the blade of a shovel, but the decapitation had been unsuccessful. The killer had better luck taking off her hands, which were never found. Several teeth had also been removed, all part of an effort, one presumes, to make her impossible to identify. Her jeans and a blue bandana had been folded and placed beneath her head.
The press dubbed her the Lady of the Dunes and at the time of this writing, over 40 years later, no one has ever claimed her. She remains without a name or a history. Her killer has never been identified.
Much has been written about the Lady of the Dunes and I won’t bother to recap four decades of investigative work here. Deborah Halber dug about as deep into her story as anyone has ever gone in her book The Skeleton Crew: How Amateur Sleuths are Solving America’s Coldest Cases. I recommend it to anyone interested in the granular details of the Lady and also for readers of true crime in general.
For now, though, accept that to this day there are only a limited number of established facts. We know about the blue bandana and the Wrangler jeans. We know she was between the ages of 25 and 49 years old… although 30 seems a particularly good bet. She had expensive dental work. Her hair was auburn or red. She was fit, 145 pounds, and when she was discovered her hair was in a ponytail, captured by a holder with gold sparkles in it. There have been several attempts to reconstruct what she looked like. Here’s one of the most recent efforts:
That’s it. That’s what we know for sure. Everything else is conjecture. And in all the time since her death not one person has stepped forward to say, “I saw her. I met her a few weeks before she was found. I can tell you her name.”
But what if we’ve all seen her? What if she’s been in front of us for decades and we just never noticed?
Who’s in the mood for a ghost story?
So let’s talk about JAWS.
JAWS was filmed in Martha’s Vineyard in the summer of 1974. It was a famously challenging production; originally scheduled for 50 days of shooting, it took over 120 days to complete, and was continuously teetering on the edge of disaster. The work was worth it - it is the summer movie by which all other summer movies are judged. (The story of how the film got made is a fascinating narrative in its own right. Carl Gottlieb’s The JAWS Log is probably the single best recounting of those hot, desperate days on the beaches of Edgartown, MA)
It’s also my favorite movie. Nothing else is even close. It’s a story I’ve returned to again and again. I think I was nine the first time I saw it, on laserdisc, a format which predated VHS and DVD (God, I loved those big silver platters!). I’ve seen it at least once, almost every single year, ever since. I’m sure I’ve viewed the picture 25+ times. I can recite the lines in much the way a tent revival preacher can recite long passages of the Bible.
And yet I had never seen it on the big screen until this summer. In June, JAWS was unleashed on theaters once more to celebrate its 40th anniversary. Naturally, predictably, maybe inevitably, I was there. For the first time I saw the picture the way it was meant to be seen. On the big screen, baby, that shark’s mouth is just about wide enough to ride a bicycle into it.
I was watching in my usual tranced out state of dreamy pleasure… and then, suddenly, found myself half-lunging out of my seat, prickling with gooseflesh.
Now understand, I had only just finished reading The Skeleton Crew a few weeks before. The Lady of the Dunes is in many ways the centerpiece of the book, and unlike the other crimes Mrs. Halber explores, it remains infuriatingly unsolved. After finishing the book, I had spent a few minutes online, acquainting myself with the latest details… and studying the recreation of the Lady’s face.
And now, suddenly, impossibly, there she was… life-size and looking over her shoulder at me. There for a moment in a busy crowd scene, and then gone.
I settled back into my seat and after my pulse returned to normal, I was able to enjoy the film. By the time I got home I had mostly talked myself into believing I had fantasized the whole thing. Just to be sure, I queued up the scene in question my DVD and rewatched it, to see if my eye would find her once more. But no. At least on the 15″ screen of my MacBook Pro, at 11 at night, I was unable to spot her a second time.
But the thought wouldn’t leave me that my unconscious mind had, in fact, latched into something. In the weeks that followed I talked to several friends about what I had seen (or thought I saw). Finally, I broached the subject with an FBI agent I know socially. I expected a good bit of teasing. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and said, “You know, it might be worth going forward with your theory. There might be something in it. Odder ideas have cracked colder cases.”
With this modest encouragement, I watched the film yet again, going over the sequence in question on a big screen TV, frame-by-frame, with @VoodooDarling as an extra set of eyes.
Here’s that recreation of the Lady of the Dunes again.
And here’s a crowd scene that appears 54 minutes and 2 seconds into JAWS.
Is that her? On the left?
Let’s take a closer look.
Blue bandana. About 30. Fit, 145 pounds. I don’t believe those are Wrangler jeans, but a lady presumably owns more than one pair of jeans.
Is the Lady of the Dunes in JAWS?
I admit its pretty goddamn wild speculation. And yet…
Let’s go a little further down this very dim, very narrow alley of fantastic conjecture.
It is impossible to say with complete precision when they filmed the “July 4th - Crowd Arrives” sequence, which is where this shot appears. But we know it was almost certainly shot in June, because they filmed all the “on island” scenes they could early. The water was too cold for swimming, and the malfunctioning shark wasn’t ready for the “at sea” material until late July.
We also know the Lady of the Dunes was alive in June and that the filming of JAWS was a big deal locally. Lots of folks turned up to try and get a peek at the stars, or the shark, or to see if they could sneak into a shot.
The geography works too. Martha’s Vineyard is a short hop from Provincetown. It would be no surprise at all if a girl summering on the Cape decided to take a few days to explore the Vineyard… especially with the added bait of celebrity to draw her in.
Of course this is far from being even vaguely conclusive. The girl in my isolated frame of JAWS wears a blue bandana, but what of it? In the next sequence, on the busy beach, there are half a dozen women wearing blue bandanas. It must’ve been the style. Furthermore, it sure would be nice if her hair was in a ponytail, looped with a holder that has gold thread in it. But her hair is loose. It would be great if those were Wrangler jeans, but my Google Fu suggests they aren’t.
Here’s all we really have: an extra who bears a startling resemblance to a girl who turned up dead, some coincidences of time and geography, and a writer of horror stories who has a “feeling.”
Not exactly case closed, huh?
I create fiction for a living and I am always my own first audience. Telling stories to myself (especially ghost stories) has been my great pleasure - and compulsion - since childhood.
I am under no illusions about the situation here. I was watching JAWS, under the influence of The Skeleton Crew, and my subconscious invented an exciting little story about the Lady of the Dunes on the spot. It was so good, I persuaded myself it might be true.
It IS a helluva what-if, isn’t it? What if the young murder victim no one has ever been able to identify has been seen by hundreds of millions of people in a beloved summer classic and they didn’t even know they were looking at her? What if the ghost of the Lady of the Dunes haunts JAWS?
I know: to believe an extra glimpsed in JAWS is the verysame woman killed outside of Provincetown is a leap into the extreme hypothetical. That said, before her death, this woman had a life, and some of that life was spent on the Cape during the summer of JAWS. The odds are long that the Lady of the Dunes appears in the picture… but maybe not unimaginably long.
I turn this possibility over to the greatest puzzle solving instrument humans have ever created: the Internet. Give JAWS another watch. Look for the Lady.
Did you spend the summer of 1974 on the Cape or on the Vineyard? Were you in JAWS? Who else was there, the day they captured you on camera? Who did you talk to between shots? What do you remember?
Why I like them: he’s smart, but in the way that isn’t normally valued. he has such good character development, like he could’ve grown up to be such a fuckboy with an inferiority complex, and he didn’t? like, he stayed loyal, brave, and humble.
Why I don’t: not applicable, dude. no way.
Favorite episode (scene if movie): if i had to pick from the movies, i’d say it’s that scene in ootp when hermione’s like “that was clever” and he’s like “It’s been known to happen.” book!ron! <3
Favorite season/movie/book: deathly hallows tbh
Favorite line: “it’s me. i’m extremely famous.”
Favorite outfit: his red flannel. i’m a sucker for guys in flannel.
OTP: ron x hermione, in every possible universe <3
Brotp: ron x harry
Head Canon: ron is totally that dad that knows how to do his kids’ hair.
Unpopular opinion: although i don’t hate that ron goes on to run weasley’s wheezes, i thought it would’ve been more interesting to have him become a top auror.
A wish: i wish people recognized how awesome ron is.
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: he and hermione divorce. stop. no.
5 words to best describe them: ron weasley is our king
Little kid Miyuki meeting his s/o who's also a little kid! (Childhood friend sorta thing) and Miyuki who just recently learned how to play baseball is attempting to teach kid s/o how to play too!
//brb dying childhood friend turned lover trope is basically my favorite thing ever. Line my coffin with every single ao3 fanfic with this trope.
You climbed the tree because you wanted to be like Nim, from that movie you watched with the neighbor girl, but it couldn’t be just any tree, it had to be the tallest one in the park: the ancient ash that stretched as wide as it did tall, and whose lowest branches were so high out of reach that you had to take a flying leap to even grab on. Sure, it seemed like a great idea at the time, when your feet were still firmly on the ground, but now that you were ten feet from soil, legs kicking in the violent breeze, hands chafed and bleeding from the rough bark, this whole adventure seemed like a rather stupid thing to do.
“Hey!” A boy calls to you from the base of the trunk. He’s got irises like the ripples in your dad’s black coffee, glassy and keen, hidden behind thick framed glasses, much too large for his face. His hat is on sideways. He’s missing a tooth in the front. His name is Miyuki Kazuya and he’s the boy you’re going to love in the future.
But of course, you don’t know that yet.
Fate is funny that way. Isn’t it?
“You need any help?” He calls, putting his glove down by his feet and stretching his arms towards you. He’s got a mischievous glint in his eye and it raises your hackles. “C’mon, I’ll catch you!” He promises, all seemingly genuine smiles and heartfelt benevolence.
Your lips screw into a pout. “No way! I don’t trust you! I don’t even know your name!”
He shrugs. It seems theatrical. “It’s Kazuya. Well, are you gonna dangle there all day?”
Suddenly you think of having to live the rest of your life up in this tree. You’d never get to see your family again–no more mother or father–and you wouldn’t be able to go to school or see your best friends. “Fine. But I’m heavy. You’d better watch it.” You finally conceded, shimmying yourself down until you’re hanging from the branch.
“Don’t worry. I’m good at catching.”Kazuya says and for some reason it sounds foreboding, the way it comes off his tongue so confidently.
You close your eyes and take in a deep breath. Your legs are trembling, stomach clenched tightly in fear, but it’s this, or staying in the tree, so you let go. You’re falling for what seems like forever, and then, his arms are around you. He’s bigger and stronger than you expected, and you’re sure you’ve just fallen into puppy love when:
“Haha! Now as payment you have to play catch ball with me!”
You startle and go tumbling from his grasp. “What!” You shriek, the wind whipping up the volume and sending it scattering everywhere. “You promised you were just being nice!”
“Hmmm…” He clicks his tongue. “Don’t remember any promise. Now, are you gonna repay your savior or not?” He throws the ball in a delicate, underhand arc, and you catch it, scowling.
“So, what do I do?” You ask. Kazuya’s situated in front of you, crouched down, catcher’s mitt held up to chest-level. You were positive baseball was meant to be played with a bat and a ball, but he didn’t bring a bat and held no interesting in going to search for one.
“Just throw the ball to me. I’ll catch anything you toss.”
You shifted the ball around in your hands a bit. It’s heavy and just a little too big to fix your fingers around properly. You were never that great of a thrower–the ball tended to have a mind of its own–but Kazuya was looking at you with the brightest expression you’ve ever seen and you couldn’t refuse. So, you reel back, shifting your hips, and throw will all your might. It wobbles in the air, much too high and slow, but Kazuya catches it anyway, his body moving with liquid athleticism.
“That was okay.” He tries to think up a complement to precede his criticism. “But try releasing the ball lower. He tosses it back and you try again.
You throw him ball after ball, and when you’re sweaty and tired, muscles screeching, he’s still shining and bright, excited for the next toss. His comments are endless; he always has something to say on the matter of your improvement, like you’ve become his own personal project for the day. The sun sinks below the suburban horizon and you can hear your parents worried voices calling your name.
“I’ve got to go.” You mumble, breathing hard. “Are your parents coming for you soon?”
He toes the dirt awkwardly, but looks up at you and recites a line (read: excuse) he’s told over and over again. “Yeah, they’re just a bit late.”
You wave goodbye to him as you run towards your mother’s open arms, and you know, without really knowing why you know, that you’ll see him again very soon.
Dipper secretly thinks Aladdin is the greatest movie ever made and always watches it when he’s home alone because he thinks if anyone sees him watching it they’ll make fun of him
He’s seen it so many times that he can basically quote every line in the movie. One time when Dipper’s watching it with Bill because he begged to see what all the fuss was about Dipper happily quotes the part where Aladdin wishes he were a prince because that’s his favorite part of the movie but Bill takes it the wrong way and thinks Dipper is asking if he can become a prince and he’s just like “okay sure” and actually goes through with it but through the entire progress Dipper’s all “I didn’t mean it literally oh my god”
His favorite Disney Movie is without a doubt Treasure Planet. A shitty kid who is constantly screwing up, without a dad, who goes on some crazy dangerous adventure to save the world so he can give it to his mom? On boats in space? What isn't there to love?
Lilo and Stich has been her favorite since it came out. People always assume that her favorite will be Beauty and the Beast because Belle is smart. While she loved that movie, the line "Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind" pretty much makes her cry every time she watches it.
The Princess and the Frog, for exactly the reasons everyone always assumes. While she does hate it that Tiana is a frog for 80% of the movie, before she died the only princess she ever saw was Snow White.
Frank is always caught between Mulan and Dumbo. He loves the story of Mulan and the Chinese culture. And he wishes more than anything that he could have taken his mother's place in war so she didn't have to go. But he also remembers watching Dumbo as a little kid and his mother sining "Baby Mine" to him. So both are too good and too important for him to ever pick one above the other.
Hercules, for the expected reason. When you literally grow up with the Greek and Roman gods in your back yard, you kind of grow attached to well done modern tributes to them.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Dark, some what indie movie with the best Disney soundtrack, all about the difference between external and internal beauty and a deep moral debate on what it means to be human? Sign her right the fuck up. Hunchback as a favorite movie was also one of the first things that she found out she had in common with Drew when they first started to be nice to each other, so it wasn't just a favorite of her childhood, but also the movie that helped give her a relationship with her sister.
The Lion King. Kid thinks he kill his parent when it was just some crazy relative, then runs away from his problems and makes a lot of jokes? He's basically Simba without all the cool animal friends.
Peter Pan. He never really understood Bianca's choices until he saw Wendy and realized how hard it is to be a child who has to be a mother, and why sometimes kids do need to be allowed to be kids. Seeing it opened something in him that let him enjoy some of the old things he use to enjoy, like Mythomagic. Also the idea of never growing up reminded him a lot of the Lotus Casino. Also pirates.
Mary Poppins. Before going to camp, he use to pray that Mary Poppins would come to be his nanny and bring his dad home. Feed the Birds made him a caring person who always watched out for people, and cared for those who needed help, sacrificing what needed to be sacrificed -- it was why he was able to so willingly and thanklessly leave his cabin to help Annabeth after Michael fell, he knew there was more to the war then just themselves. A Spoon Full of Sugar and Chim Chim Cheree made him realize that sometimes there were jobs to do that you didn't want to, but anything can be fun if you just make it, which got him through a lot of medical training and all nighters in the infirmary. Let's Go Fly A Kite reminded him that not everyone is cruel (especially the gods) they're just misguided and need to be reminded of what it the most important.
The Emperor's New Grove. She's seen and sees so much shit in her life that sometimes she needs to just sit down with some stupid buddy comedy and laugh about a talking llama without getting all deep and metaphorical. Also, she and Nico are occasionally Patcha and Kuzco.
You probably already know this one, but we LOVE pizza. Our exact order is… Large pizza with extra sauce, one half ham and pineapple (Megan) and one half black olives, pineapple, onion and tomato. (Liz)
Amy from “Karmin” gave us some of the best advice we have ever received in our music career, and it was “Learn to do your own stage/show/red carpet makeup, not only is it a great skill to have, but it saves a ton of money!"
We have an owl we named that sits out side our window at home in Nashville, we named him Andrew. (LOL)
Going on Radio tour is probably one of our favorite things about being artists.
We can actually repeat every line in the movie "Titanic.” Seriously, challenge us some time.
It is an extremely rare situation that we are both single at the same time, or both in a relationship at the same time. We realized we have an odd balance when it comes to both of us in relationships or not!
We have a habit of looking at each other when we sing, that we didn’t even notice we had until the fans pointed it out. We think it connects us and makes our harmonies tighter. Well, thats our theory anyways! ;)