#Cinderella: literally got her name from being covered in ash
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Thoughts on the little mermaid
I may be misremembering but didn't it feel like very painful to walk at some point after her transformation? Like the fact she's dancing makes me wonder if she's doing it by choice (my immediate image before I even realized it was probably the little mermaid was that she was delirious for some reason, maybe bc Cinderella wasn't like "yeah she's dancing and seems to be like. At peace" she just seems lost??)
Trying to figure out about the walking thing bit TV tropes reminded me: in the story mermaids DONT have an afterlife, iirc they fully become inanimate sea foam. How does this interact with Neverafter?? It seems like she persists between stories so I doubt it's like 'when mermaids die they stay dead instead of existing again' or whatever but at the same time this could be like way more fucked up if they do get another life? Bc while it's Unnatural for everyone one else it's like afterlife isn't super far from reincarnation they're not Close but there's a comparison to make about life/death/life again or whatever but if that part of mermaid lore is Canon in neveragyer uh. Well that's. Something
Also at the end spoilers for little mermaid the original one doesn't she like... become a daughter of the air. I fully forgot this Part and came back to write this but anyway that's interesting I forget where I was going with it though
read the Wikipedia article and it says that she "will be able to dance like no human has ever danced before. However, she will constantly feel as if she is walking on sharp knives" can we please get someone to prescribe her some painkillers
In the original story she also dances like for the prince... which... is curious. Is there a prince present on toy island?
SPEAKING OF toy island is like 12-14 year Olds right? So this brings up the question: how old is she? Did she just lice in the sea near the island or did she end up there because she's a kid or both?
Ylfa sister??? It would be really cool to contrast "transformation that makes you feel ugly and dangerous but gives you the ability to literally lessen the damage you take" and "transformation that makes you supernaturally graceful but causes you excruciating pain when you make use of that grace" like. Neither is Less Bad but they're so... hhhhhhh
Edit: generally the little mermaid is 15. Which would put her a Bit above the generally given age range (8-14?) Of toy island. Also the stepmother isn't special most of these girls don't have names
#Neverafter spoilers#I want to get her some good shoes with heel support and good cushioning and prescription drugs. Is this too much to ask.#(<- is in pain every time I stand for like more than 5 minutes. Please help her...)#Also. Sea witch. Let's go in the ocean everyone#And tbh if she is like 12-14 this makes the mer-king a lot less... scary? Not the right word but Like. If this is the case he has a point#Not a Great one but big diff between being weird abt his adult daughter being gone vs his potentially child daughter being gone yknow#I wanna meet her....#Stepmother: ohhhh I'm nameless this is so sad#Cinderella: literally got her name from being covered in ash#Little Mermaid and Sleeping Beauty and Snow White: kinda just. adjective plus noun. or 2 adjectives#For Snow White. Puss In Boots. Frog Prince. Mother Goose. Little Red Riding Hood. Ma'am a lot of pure descriptors going on.#Pinocchio is like the only actually Name that isn't purely a descriptor though it's kinda like. Related to wood maybe
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I came across this post because of the Little Mermaid tag, and I couldn't agree more. Like, take diversifying Ariel and her family. Other then the controversy about most of them being racially altered, this is just plain bad writing. None of them look related, and I've seen people post comments on YT under reviews of the movie saying they've had kids confused at that. You can say 'They are supposed to represent the 7 Seas' all you want, but how many children know what the 7 Seas are? On top of the fact that the 7 Seas themselves differ upon culture. The Gulf of Mexico, for example, isn't one of them where I'm from, but it is in the US. I can go on with examples, like how the Red Sea is one of the 7 Seas where I'm from and it isn't in the US. So they've essentially written themselves in a corner where only bookworms of Hermione Granger level who are American, will understand what the 7 mermaids are supposed to represent. Another thing, that I mentioned briefly in a previous post which this OP will probably recognize considering they're stating to be more of a reader then movie watcher, is the whole Roald Dahl sensitivity reader debacle. Take how they've made alterings about how 'there was nothing wrong with wearing a wig', etc. I follow writing classes, children's literature to be specific. One of the things I literally got taught by my textbook is that the younger a child is, the more difficulty it has understanding nuance. They like the good guys to be good looking, and the bad guys to be ugly. They actually use a paragraph from Harry Potter regarding his aunt Petunia to illustrate how bad guys are even written to SOUND mean AF. Petunia isn't a beauty either, and none of the Dursleys are. Voldemort literally lost his looks the worse he became. One can introduce more nuance if it's meant for older children, or if it is like Harry Potter,- a franchise in which the reader grows up alongside the protagonist in a sense, with more nuance and psychological depth being introduced with each novel. If it's a stand-alone story meant to be enjoyed by children of ALL ages? That's a BIG no-no. You cannot have something as well-thought out as masterpieces like Avatar: The Last Airbender in a 120 minute run-time and have the children understand. The closest thing we get to that are movies like Puss In Boots: The Last Wish, and that movie actually does have major flat-characters like Jack Horner. Even adults could appreciate that for once, we had a one-dimensional villain again. When adults are practically crying in happiness at seeing children-tropes in a children's movie, then that should be considered a major red flag of the current state of the movie industry. Stop hammering down adult politics in children's stories- you're creating a movie for yourself and not the children. They don't get it, they just want fun and there's nothing wrong with that. You could subtly play around with some messages, sure, but there is a gigantic difference between making a movie or book comprehensible for kids and having like one character or event written to be with a little subtle nuance - and having the entire movie written from an adult perspective that is ALSO supposed to please kids. Many corporations like Disney are doing the latter. Just that line from the newest Peter Pan reboot that they use in the trailer, when Wendy points out there are girls amongst The Lost Boys. It's just plainly sowing confusion amongst young kids and always with little to no explanation in the story. The novel stated why the Lost Boys are boys. If you're going to change that, at least change the lore in a way that you know, kids can understand? Disney's Cinderella remake was perfect in the sense they introduced changes that worked for the story and introduced elements that actually stem from versions of the fairy tale like how she got the name 'Cinderella' from sleeping by the fireplace and being covered in ashes. Why has the movie industry forgotten what their target demographic wants? Why has it forgotten what made fairy tales work? It's sad.
I’m more of a reader than a movie watcher…but the same thing applies. woke writers do NOT know how to “story”. look how the mcu and starwars is crashing and burning….you can’t just blame that all on the fans - oh wait….aren’t they owned by disney who is ALSO crashing and burning because their employees keep getting arrested as pedos? not to mention the fact that they just keep rehashing old stories and can’t seem to come up with anything new….and they keep attacking their customers….yeeeaaahhhh….
then you have the BIGGEST LANDMINE which amazon stepped on called LotR. they woked that up and raised a sleeping beast. the LotR fandom was upset with the Hobbit movies…..but then the fans aptly forgave Jackson for the Hobbit movies when the trailers came out for the amazon disaster and all the articles and cast members started telling us that THEY were the stars and telling THEIR story and how “WRONG TOLKIEN WAS” (they actually said that and shoulda been kicked off screen JUST for that)…….and then even the most STUBBORN of fans forgave the Hobbit movies when the amazon disaster actually came out….THAT is how BAD “Rings of Woke” is…just so you know. allz i’m saying….is focus on the STORY and forget about the politics WHATEVER they may be! stop trying to HAMMER down a POINT! it comes off as PREACHY and CRINGE. TELL the STORY. the end.
#disney#little mermaid#cinderella#reboot#live action remake#roald dahl#lost boys#peter pan#authors#lore changes#avatar the last airbender#harry potter#aunt petunia#what children want#why have children movies became so anti-kids?#allow kids to enjoy the stories that are meant for them#as an aspiring child author I am pained at the current state of children's entertainment#tetsutalk#why isn't it okay for children's movies to have a less-nuanced story?#They're kids for crying out loud
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Between the lines. Part 4
Summary:The reader is at Stanford with Sam and a few other familiar faces. She gets introduced to Dean, an FBI agent for help with a paper. The two grow even closer when Dean learns about her daughter and her troublesome situation. Check out the other parts here.
Pairing: Dean x reader.
Warnings: Language, Domestic abuse.
Something about this whole thing didn’t sit right with Dean and he wasn’t going anywhere until he knew you were ok. He knocked on the door again louder this time.
Inside Daniel Grabbed you and shoved you towards the door.
“Get rid of him.” He spat. You didn’t want to know what would happen if you went against him so you carefully opened the door. You came face to face with a worried dean.
“Y/n/n, what the hell happened to you? Are you ok?” Dean asked trying to look around you.
“I’m fine de. I just fell.” You lied.
“If you ‘just fell’ why did you tell Charlie you got into a fight at the bar.” Shit of course Charlie would talk to Dean about it, she’s known the Winchesters her whole life.
“I knew Charlie wouldn’t believe that I fell.” You say. Technically that wasn’t a lie.
“Neither do I y/n/n.” You step outside closing the door behind you.
“Dean you have to go.”
“I’m not leaving until I know you’re ok sweetheart.”
“Dean I'm fine really but I need you to leave please.” you try and push him back towards his car. You were getting desperate. You knew if Dean stayed any longer Daniel would hurt him too.
“Y/n what the hell is goin’ on?”
“Look I can’t talk right now ok just please leave ok, I promise I'm fine just go before..”
“Before what?”
“Before it gets worse.”
“Y/n..”
“Dean just go home.” You snapped. But it did the trick Dean just sighed defeatedly before heading back over to his car. You watched him pull off and leave before heading back inside. The second you got inside Daniel was screaming again. You knew what was coming.
A few days had gone by since you Dean had shown up on your doorstep, he’d been none stop calling and texting you to make sure you we’re alright. Every time he did, Daniel got more and more angry at you. He was convinced you had cheated on him that night, apart from to go to classes, work and pick Amelia up, he hadn’t let you out of his sight. You’d been avoiding all of your friends; you knew that they had an idea of what was happening but they didn’t understand nobody would understand. And that’s why you couldn’t tell them.
You were just leaving the library when you felt someone grab your wrist and pull you down the side of the building out of sight, you winced at the contact. They had barely even touched you but you already had a particularly nasty bruise there. And just about everywhere else that your clothes would cover. You looked up at the person whose hand was attached to your arm. It was Sam. And Charlie was standing just behind him. Sam noticed you wince at the contact and gently pulled your sleeve up seeing the purple skin before sharing a look with Charlie. You didn’t dare look at them.
“Y/n/n I know you probably don’t want to but please tell us what happened. We're your friends we can help.” Sam said sympathetically. You shook your head.
“You can’t help no one can.”
“Y/n we already know what happening, but you need to talk to us. It might make you feel a little better just to talk about it.” Charlie added.
“You won’t understand.” You said furiously wiping at the tear that had made its way down your face.
“Try us.” Sam said, giving you a reassuring smile. You took a shaky breath and finally made eye contact with your friends.
“Daniel he- uh- he likes to drink and when w-when he gets drunk he gets so mad and and..” You couldn’t finish the sentence. Tears now flowing freely down your face. Charlie pulled you into a tight hug for a minute until you had calmed down before letting go.
“y/n/n, why don’t you just leave him?” Sam asked.
“I can’t it’s not that simple.” you admitted.
“Why not?”
“Because he has us trapped there, he pays all the bills my job just covers the stuff I need for school and my car, he pays for everything else. And nobody is going to take us in. I don’t have any family to turn to. But he only hits me and I can deal with it.” You rambled without thinking.
“Us?” Sam asked confused. Your eyed went wide and you started to panic again. That is until you felt Charlie lightly squeeze your upper arm.
“Y/n, just tell him. It’s Sam he’s not going to judge you.” You nodded your head taking another shaky breath. Charlie was right.
“I have a daughter.”
“You woah that’s, wait she’s not Daniel’s, is she?”
“No.”
“Thank god. What’s her name? How old is she?” Sam asked a little excited.
“Amelia and she’s 4.”
“Wow. Can I meet her?” Sam sounded almost nervous. That made you smile. You were seriously beginning to question why you ever hid her from your friends.
“Of course you can, I'm sure she’d love to meet her uncle Sammy.”
“Oh my god I'm an uncle, this is oh my god I need to sit down.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Sam as he sat down on the nearby wall.
“Y/n, you really need to both get out of that house or get Daniel out, if not for you then for that little girl.” Charlie said
“I can’t.”
“Maybe you should talk to Dean, he can help. Hell it’s literally his job.” Sam added.
“Sam I c..”
“Can’t I know, but can you at least think about it.”
“Ok I'll think about it.” You promised.
“Sam one more thing.” Sam looked in your direction.
“You can’t tell anyone about Amelia ok?”
“I wont y/n/n. Promise.”
Later that night you were at home getting ready for work, you were trying to find an outfit that would cover your bruises, without making you to hot. You settled on a pair of blue skinny jeans with rips at the knees, a white top with long black sleeves and an ACDC logo on it and your black high-top converse. Not too long after you were pulling into the parking lot of a local bar, known as Harvelle’s roadhouse. It was the cops local watering hole of choice and also happened to be where you worked.
“Hey there Cinderella.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Ash’s nickname for you.
“Really ash, you’re never gonna let that one go, are you?” You said as you walked behind the bar, tying an apron around your waist.
“Never.” Ash turned to face you.
“Jesus Cinders, those bruises still there? How hard did this girl hit you?” Ash asked referring to the lie you had told him about the fight you’d had with a girl when you went out the other night.
“Eh don’t worry about it Ash, I've had worse.” It was sad but true. You slid Ash a PBR.
“Where’s Jo? I thought she was working tonight?” Ash didn’t say anything just nodded his head to the pool table at the other end of the room where Jo was laughing at something a guy was saying and twirling her hair. After a few minutes of Jo not getting the reaction she wanted she walked back over to the bar.
“Struck out Jo?” you teased.
“I’m not sure, maybe he’s playing hard to get.” She sulked leaning against the bar. The man Jo was talking to was playing pool with two other men and two women. The guy and one of his friends had their backs to you, but you could see the other man and the two women. The other guy looked older maybe mid 50’s and was wearing a suit. The woman with the short dark hair was wearing some sort of police uniform and looked around mid 40’s and the slightly short woman had long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and was also wearing a police uniform looked to be in her early 30’s.
You turned your attention to a random customer waiting at the bar, not noticing the group approach the other end of the bar where Jo was to take a seat after having finished their game. You turned around to talk to Jo and noticed a familiar face.
“Cas?” You walked over to the four people sitting there, the man Jo had been flirting with was nowhere to be seen.
“y/n is that you?” you smiled at the slightly older man.
“It’s good to see you again.”
“You too Cassy.” Cas pulled his face at the nickname.
“Well would you look what the cat dragged in.” You heard a familiar voice say from behind Cas. The man Jo had been flirting with.
“Dean.” You smiled. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s a bar sweetheart.” You laughed at that.
“Wait you two know each other?” Jo asked.
“Yeah this is Sam’s big brother.”
“Oh so this is the guy you were out with when you were ignoring my texts.” Jo teased making you blush.
“Ooo had cinders got a crush.” Ash joined in.
“Oh shut it ‘Dr badass’. “
“Cinders ay?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
“As in Cinderella.” You explained.
“Why does he call you Cinderella?”
“Because it doesn’t matter if she’s at work or you’ve convinced her to come out, she always disappears before midnight.” Jo explained laughing. Making you roll your eyes.
“That’s funny I couldn’t get rid of you until midday.” Dean added taking a swig of his beer.
“Oh you had to make that sound so much worse than it was didn’t you.” You laughed. Jo, Cas and Ash looking between you both and the obvious flirting going on.
“Are you not gonna introduce us ya idgit.” The older man Said to Dean.
“Sorry, y/n/n this is bobby, my boss. And this is Jody and Donna, they both work at the station where my mom does, and Jody is and old friend of Bobby’s too. Guys this is Y/n y/l/n. She goes to school with Sammy.” Dean explained. You all greeted each other and carried on the conversation. You and Dean flirted back and forth for the rest of your shift.
Over the next couple of weeks you and Dean texted back and forth getting closer every day. You hid it front Daniel as best as you could, deleting messages and stuff. He didn’t like you being friends with Charlie, never mind Sam and now Dean. Today was no different, Dean had just finished his morning shift, and you were stuck at school.
I’ve got to go to my stupid creative writing class and it sucks it’s so boring. You texted Dean.
Oh come on, it can’t be that bad. Dean texted back
I mean Sam, Charlie and Jess are in the class with me, but it still sucks.
If only you had someone to save you from it.
Yeah if only. You replied but Dean never texted you back.
After about 20 minutes of class someone knocked on the door.
“Come in.” your teacher, Professor Crowley, said. In walked Dean in his suit and flashed his badge.
“Mr Crowley is it? I’m Agent Winchester i need a word with one of your students and I wouldn’t expect her back a er.” Dean make a dramatic show of flipping through a notebook and stopping on a page before continuing.
“Miss y/n y/l/n?”
“Yes of course, you heard the agent y/n.” Crowley ushered you out. Sam, Jess and Charlie could barely hold back their laughter.
When you got outside the class room you turned to Dean.
“De what the hell is going on?”
“I’m saving you from the boring class sweetheart, now let’s go before Sammy, Charlie and Jess blow my cover.” Dean grabs your hand and starts dragging you down the hallway. You felt a jolt of electricity run through you at the contact but didn’t let go. Dean didn’t drop you hand until you made it to the impala and both climbed inside.
Before Dean could even start the car his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a text from Sam.
Could of got us all out of here De.
When you look like her Sammy maybe I will
Bitch
Jerk. Dean Laughed putting his phone down and starting the car
“Where are we going?” You asked.
“You’ll just have to wait and see sweetheart.” Dean laughed.
“Really De, you kidnap me from class and can’t even tell me where your taking me.”
“Pretty much.”
“Fine.” You pouted, “but I have to be back here for 3.” you told him.
“Why’s that?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know Winchester.” Dean drove for a little while, drumming on the steering wheel and dancing in his seat making you laugh, before pulling up to an empty field on the edge of town turning his music up and climbing out of the car leaving his door open and instructing you to do the same. He went to his trunk and pulled out his blanket and a couple of beers. He put down the blanket laying down of top of it and patting the space next to him. He passed you a beet and just stared up at the sky.
“Dean what are we doing?”
“Cloud gazing.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing.
“Why?”
“Because you won’t let me take you out late enough to stargaze.” He shrugged. You spent the next few hours pointing out random clouds and coming up with ridiculous things they were and just talking it was nice.
You and Dean had been getting along so well recently, you really felt like there could be something there. Maybe someone would actually want you and could help you get away from Daniel. The only problem was he didn’t know about Amelia yet. But you were going to change that. You were going to tell him. Today
On the drive back to Stanford, you turned to Dean.
“Hey de.”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I have something to...” You were interrupted by the sound of Deans phone ringing. He gave you an apologetic smile.
“Sorry do you mind if I?”
“No go ahead.”
“Winchester.” Dean said answering the phone, his face immediately dropped. You could only hear Deans side of the conversation.
“Lisa I don’t know how many times I have to tell you we’re not getting back together. Ever.” Dean paused for a minute letting the person on the other end, Lisa, talk.
“You know why.” He paused again.
“Because I refuse to raise a child that’s not mine.”
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Cinderella - movie reviews
Movie: Cinderella (1950)
Would I recommend: Yes - it’s another classic that’s still quite enjoyable today!
Had seen before: Yes (but couldn’t remember it)
Main movie, prequel, sequel, or midquel: Main movie
Theater or straight to video: Theater
Keep reading below for fun facts, my thoughts, and origin details (contains spoilers)!
Also further below are my reviews for the sequels!
Thoughts:
Why do all the mice and birds have clothes? BIRDS DO NOT NEED SHOES
Cinderella’s rant at the clock tower truly shows the universal hatred of being woken up by a clock in the morning
Cinderella certainly has more attitude than I remembered! It’s wonderful
I can’t help wondering why the prince’s baby portrait shows him as a blonde, and from a toddler on he has black hair
What’s going on with the fever dream bubbles? What was in that tea…
I love how much the mice care about Cinderella, they truly do everything they can to help her prepare for the ball
There’s a lot more humor in the movie than I remembered - a lot of it is a bit subtle, I think some may have just gone over my head when I was little
I love the prince’s attitude (hiding a yawn while meeting some of the ladies, and rolling his eyes at the step-sisters)
The king is a bit creepy, he’s so obsessed with having grandkids, to the point that he says some of the ladies must have potential to be great mothers (before correcting himself to say wives)!
It’s wonderful that Cinderella is so appealing to the prince because she’s not fawning over him or his position - he first notices her because she’s admiring the palace beauty instead of trying to gain his attention, and becomes more fascinating with her later when he realizes she’s interested in him (she doesn’t even know he’s the prince at the time!)
While spending time with the prince why does Cinderella splash her GLOVED hand in the fountain?
The poor grand duke.. He may be my favorite character, he’s so sweet and trying so hard. I feel so bad when he’s so panicked about telling the king Cinderella has disappeared (though of course he’d be panicked, the king threatened to kill him if anything went wrong!)
Another reason to love the grand duke - he is literally the only character who acknowledges the very real concern that the slipper may fit many women!
I have noticed that Cinderella wears a black choker both with her ball gown and with her wedding gown. I don’t know what to do with this knowledge.
Fun facts:
Cinderella’s prince is the one known as “Prince Charming”
While the Brothers Grimm wrote a tale about “Cinderella”, the Disney movie draws inspiration from Cendrillon (Cinderella, or The Little Glass Slipper), a tale by Charles Perrault, first published anonymously in 1697 in Paris (over a century before the Brothers Grimm tale, which differs in many ways) - for my research I read both versions, and highly recommend you do the same! The movie stays mostly true to Perrault’s tale, though personally I prefer the Grimm version.
Cinderella was originally going to be a short, but the ideas were too complicated to fit, so instead they made it into a movie
Origin: (Cendrillon, or The Little Glass Slipper, Charles Perrault tale) In this tale a gentleman, who had an incredibly sweet and good daughter from his first wife, married again, this time a haughty woman with much pride. She showed these traits almost immediately after the wedding. The step-mother disliked the man's daughter, especially since her goodness made her own daughters pale in comparison, so she made the girl clean and do the most horrible of tasks and sleep on a horrible straw bed, while her daughters had only the finest of things. The girl dared not tell her father, for he was completely under the influence of her stepmother.
Her step-sisters began to call her names, among them Cinderella, because she would sit among the cinders and ashes.
It then was that the king's son announced a ball, and that many young ladies were invited. The step-sisters were quite excited to attend, and spent much time planning their appearance, and Cinderella, in her goodness, helped them prepare. On the day of the ball Cinderella saw them off, then began to cry. Her godmother, who was a fairy, saw her crying and came to see what was wrong. When Cinderella told her she too wished to attend the ball she said that she would make it so.
She had Cinderella bring her a pumpkin, six mice, a rat, and six lizards, which she transformed into a fine, gold-gilded coach, fine horses, a coachman, and footmen. When Cinderella asked her about a dress she touched her with her wand, transforming her rags into cloth of gold and silver, covered in many jewels. Her godmother warned her before she left to leave before midnight, when everything would transform back into what it was before.
When Cinderella arrived all were stunned by her beauty, and admired her grace when they saw her dance. A fine meal was served, and Cinderella surprised her sister's by sitting near them and giving them some of the fine fruit the prince had given her (they did not know it was her). Shortly before midnight she returned home, and when her step-sisters returned home they told tales of a beautiful and kind princess who had been in attendance.
The following evening she attended again, dressed even more magnificently. She was having such a wonderful time she nearly forgot to leave before midnight, and had to hurriedly flee as the clock began to strike twelve. In her hurry she left a glass slipper behind, which the prince found. By the time she returned home she was once again in her dirty clothes, with the exception of her single glass slipper.
A few days later the prince announced that he would marry whomever could fit into the slipper. Many tried, including the step-sisters, but no matter how hard they tried none fit. Cinderella, watching all this amused, said they should see if it fit her. The gentleman whom the prince had set agreed she should try, as the prince had given him orders to let everyone try.
The slipper fit her perfectly, and her step-sisters were astonished, even more so when she pulled the matching flipper from her pocket. At that moment Cinderella's godmother came in and touched her wand to Cinderella, dressing her in things more fine than she had ever worn before. Her step-sisters, now recognizing her, threw themselves at her feet begging forgiveness. She raised them up and embraced them, forgiving them completely.
Cinderella was taken to the prince, and after a few days they were married. Cinderella, in all her goodness, gave her sisters homes in the palace as well, and that same day matched them with lords in the court.
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Movie: Cinderella II: Dreams Come True (2002)
Would I recommend: Yes*. You can definitely feel the ideas/influence from when this was going to be a TV show, it feels closer to three separate episodes rather than one overarching movie plot. *Overall it’s not as good as the first movie, but if you enjoyed the first and want some silly stories about events that take place after this may be a fun watch.
Had seen before: No
Main movie, prequel, sequel, or midquel: Sequel
Theater or straight to video: Straight to video
Keep reading below for fun facts and my thoughts (contains spoilers)!
Thoughts:
Cinderella is still rocking a choker with all of her gowns
Ball gowns are Cinderella’s Clark Kent glasses - with a gown on everyone immediately recognizes her, with no fancy gown she blends and no one recognizes her as the princess
I like that Cinderella questions many of the customs at the palace - that she shouldn’t make her own breakfast, that people can’t just choose where they sit at dinner, or wondering about essentially same colored napkins - it’s quite relatable
WHY DOES PART OF THE PLOT INVOLVE JAC BECOMING A HUMAN
There are color changing strings of lights at the Spring Festival - historical accuracy be darned
The fairy godmother needs the get “bippity boppity boo” embroidered on her sleeves or something, it’s her only spell and she still manages to forget it half the time
Well the movie has mice romance sub-plot, now all it needs is the kitchen sink… [edit from later in the movie: LUCIFER AND POM POM? That’s it, they’ve covered every possible love sub-plot]
Quite a 180 from the first movie, I actually am liking Anastasia (one of the step-sisters), and the other begins to seem better as well
Fun facts:
This was originally going to be a TV series, but it got cancelled, and the ideas adapted into a movie instead
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Movie: Cinderella III: A Twist in Time (2007)
Would I recommend: Yes - it’s certainly a fun sequel to the original, I’m finding myself debating whether I like it or the original better, and honestly, I think this one might be winning!
Had seen before: No
Main movie, prequel, sequel, or midquel: Sequel
Theater or straight to video: Straight to video
Keep reading below for my thoughts (contains spoilers)!
Thoughts:
I’m not 100% sure, it’s pretty subtle, but I think from the opening song this movie takes place a year after the first one
Lady Tremaine is so much more evil in this one! It shows in her use of magic too, hers is green, while the fairy godmother’s and Anastasia’s are white/blue
I love how much more independent and clever Cinderella is in this one - she’s taking control of her life, a true fighter!
SHE WEARS A SIZE 4.5? What is she, a fae?
Aww, Anastasia reminds the king so much of his wife (who I can tell through inference as passed away)
It’s amazing how some genuine kindness and care changes Anastasia’s personality and outlook, I sympathize with her so much in this movie - it really shows how much she just wants to be loved and appreciate for who she is
Good prince, questioning the weird animal interactions
OMG the prince is dramatic as heck, when told he was forbidden to take another step down the stairs he just yeeted himself out the window instead
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Day 2: Valentine’s Day
I woke up again from my interrupted sleep at 11am and packed my bags to now go to my Air bnb in Reykjavik.
I checked out at noon from my hotel and took off. When I left the hotel there was snow everywhere. It made me a little nervous driving but I’m glad I made the decision to rent a big car to have a less chance of sliding off the road.
It was a true winter wonderland driving. It’s not like anything I had ever seen before. I’ve been to Mt. Charleston in Vegas and seen some snow up there as a kid but this was something straight out of a movie. I mean it was miles and miles of snow everywhere and mountains covered. I drove by and just admired everything around me. Definitely had to stop on the side of the road and do the typical tourist thing and take selfies and photos of everything.
Driving into Reykjavik started to look a lot like the kids Christmas movies I used to watch growing up. The town truly looks so cute when you first get in. They even had a little town called “Elves Town”.
I arrived in Reykjavik at around 1pm and I remember my Air bnb people told me that there was street parking in front of the place but that I had to pay to park. It’s a one way street on most roads downtown so I got the most perfect parking spot that was right next to where I was staying! Someone pulled out and I parked right where they were. I parked and went up to the meter to pay and realized everything was in Icelandic…. OBVIOUSLY. I was like FUCK WHAT DO I DO. I start just pushing buttons until something pops up about language but could not figure it out. Thank God there’s parking people walking around that help you because one of the ladies came up to me since she could tell I was struggling and she helped me push the button on the meter that changes the language for you.
Tip: The red button I circled in the photo is the button you press to change the language on the meter.
Once again, I’m not used to paying for parking ANYWHERE nor did it ever register to me that there was a button that could help change the language because I’ve never used one of these things!
There’s 3 sections you can park in: P1, P2, P3.
I parked in section P1 which gives me access to park anywhere within the 3 paid parking sections because it’s the most expensive. I honestly didn’t care how much I spent as long as I was within walking distance to my car. I was not about to fucking hike to my car for some free parking or cheaper parking considering the fact the weather changes like I change my underwear.
I paid and headed towards where my Air bnb was at and got to the door where there was a key pad you push to unlock it and grab the key that’s inside. I pulled up the email with the instructions and was pushing the buttons and COULD NOT FIGURE IT OUT. I felt like I was in a fucking Resident Evil video game where you’re spending 2 hours trying to solve a puzzle or unlock something until you finally go on youtube to look it up lol. I spent maybe 10 min trying to figure it out and realized there was a button you pull down on that opens the box and in it was the key. THANK FUCK.
I get inside the building and look around for an elevator… There’s no fucking elevator to be found…. I had to lug alllll my shit up 5 flights of stairs.. All I could think of was the movie Cinderella when the mice steal the evil step mothers key and climb up all those stairs to get it to Cinderella to open the door to the room she’s locked in and the mice are sweating their asses off getting up the stairs… I was so irritated… My shit was so heavy and here my skinny ass is lugging all this shit up the stairs.
I punch in another code to get the house key and get in and the Air bnb is GORGEOUS and definitely worth all the hassle of lugging shit upstairs lol. I could not have found anything as nice as this. I had a balcony with a view of downtown and a view of the Ocean where I can see the sunrise. When I booked it I remember how hard it was to book because the apartment is typically always booked up and books fast when it’s available so I got real lucky there too.
I was starving when I got to Reykjavik and it’s hard for me to be on vacation sometimes because I HAVE to have breakfast before I eat anything otherwise it throws my body off. I’m not one of those people that can wake up and eat pizza. My body is very finicky with what I eat and the times I eat it.
I make my way down the street and find a little spot that has an egg on it and think YES THEY MUST HAVE BREAKFAST. I walk in and ask and the lady if they have breakfast and she looked at the clock and was like “uhhhh breakfast was over at 10am.. It’s 2pm….” I was like “miss, I’m sorry, I’m from Vegas where breakfast can be served all day and I saw the egg on the window and thought you guys were my best bet lol.” She laughed and showed me the Chinese food they had for the day. I looked at it and just thought to myself ‘fuck I really don’t want this I really want eggs and toast! 😦 ‘ I was having an internal conflict with myself over FOOD. She said there were other lunch places I could go to but I really wasn’t in the mood to spend more time searching for another place since my morning/afternoon was already so fucked, so I settled.
I got to talking with her and she told me her name was Alex. She was 35 and looked maybe 27. She was a red head with a beautiful long bob haircut parted down the middle and when she would walk her hair would flow so nicely. She had the most beautiful pale skin and I couldn’t stop staring at her.. Clearly lol. I was talking to her the entire time. I wanted to learn more about the city and what she was doing in Iceland. She told me she had moved from Poland and told me how hard people in Poland work and make no money. She said you can make waaaaay more money in Iceland which makes sense because the tourism has exploded over the past 5 years there so they’re always busy. She said she was going to school to study Forestry and would only like to visit the states to see the forests but that’s it. She had no desire to really go to the US.
I finished eating went to check out and noticed she had a map of Iceland which I could really use to help me navigate where I’m at and where I’m going since it’s hard to see the streets on my GPS sometimes. I felt like fate was working with me to let me know I wasn’t lost, just getting around the town and finding my way especially since I managed to go into an establishment that had maps of the city/country.
I walked around for a bit and met a guy by the name of Eyvi his full name is Eyjólfur Eyjólfsson. He was a very sweet guy. I invited him over so we could hang out and chat and he asked about my necklace (where I keep Nicks ashes in). I tried to dance around the conversation a little to try and avoid telling him but he asked if a boyfriend had gave it to me so I broke the news to him and told him why I was really in Iceland… I could tell he felt really bad and he opened up to me about how he’s experienced loss like that in his life as well. We really connected and I didn’t see it before when I was talking to him but he looked almost identical to Nick… I got chills when I saw the photo we took.
Eyvi is easily one of the most unique people I’ve ever met. He was wearing so much wool and just looked like something out of a movie. He was telling me he helps children how to build instruments and play flute and it was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard. We still keep in touch and hopefully I’ll get to party with him in the future when I go back to visit. He was meeting friends out that night and so he left from my place and I got ready to go to my tour to go see the northern lights at 9pm. This was the first tour I was doing and needed to walk to find the bus stop for this thing. I was damn near running to try and get there earlier than the time scheduled to leave because I had no clue what kind of bus stop this was or where I was going I was just following my map. On my way to the bus station I kept looking around at all the buildings and the amount of snow that was in the ground that kept getting all around and in my shoes. I was appreciating being in a different country all by myself and just happy I was doing all of these things alone and just figuring shit out.
I reached the bus station in time to start boarding the bus and off we went. I sat next to this guy that was as well traveling alone like me which I didn’t think would happen since it was Valentine’s Day and everyone was with their friends or couples.
It was raining on the way to wherever the fuck we were going to see these lights and idk where exactly we could see them since there were so many clouds.
On the way there the lady driving the bus kept talking and talking and talking and it was quite frankly driving me nuts. SHE EVEN FORGOT IT WAS VALENTINES DAY. She admitted that they don’t celebrate that in Iceland but that they celebrate the fuck out of Christmas! I thought it was funny that she had completely spaced about it.
We finally found a spot where it wasn’t cloudy or rainy and we just waited. The moon was beautiful and bright but this was the one time I started to get really cold since we had already been out for an hour and couldn’t see shit. It was supposed to be a 3 hour tour and I was over it after an hour. I was cold and just went back into the bus. When the lights finally decided to show they started pounding on the bus for everyone to come out and see the lights but you literally were only able to see them for not even 5 minutes. I managed to capture whatever photos I could on my phone since apparently my camera wasn’t able to pick up on them. The lights are normally more intense but it was beautiful to see them cut through the sky the way they did. Finally everyone was over it and it was midnight by this point so we were all ready to leave. I was beat tired so I was happy we were finally leaving.
Tip: I would NEVER buy a tour like that again. If you’re going to Iceland try and drive somewhere out of the city if you’re renting a car because you can see them just about anywhere in the country. Sometimes you can even see them in the city so paying for a tour is honestly NOT fucking worth it. I wouldn’t pay to GO SEE THEM ever again. JUST SAYINNN.
I got back to my hotel and just passed the fuck out.
The following day was going to be a very emotional tour for me and made sure I needed to be well rested since it was going to be an 8 hour tour. Stay tuned to find out what it was if you don’t know already. ♥
Letters from the Arctic pt.2 Day 2: Valentine's Day I woke up again from my interrupted sleep at 11am and packed my bags to now go to my Air bnb in Reykjavik.
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