#Dara Reneé

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The Permanent Rain Press Interview with Joshua Colley. (Watch in HD)

Joshua Colley chats about his role as Hook in Descendants: The Rise of Red, including shaping his young version of the iconic pirate, memorable scenes, the villain kids, and continuing the franchise's legacy.

He also discusses playing Monty in Dead Boy Detectives and his character's relationships with Edwin and Esther, his theatre background, and upcoming original music.

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DARA RENEÉ in HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL, THE MUSICAL, THE SERIES

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Via Darren's Instagram Story (August 23rd, 2024)

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HSMTMTS Casts (Oldest to Youngest) - p. 2/2

Julia Lester as Ashlyn Caswell (1x01-4x08) - January 28, 2000

Dara Reneé as Kourtney Greene (1x01-4x08) - November 7, 2000

Joshua Bassett as Ricky Bowen (1x01-4x08) - December 22, 2000

Olivia Rodrigo as Nini Salazar-Roberts (1x01-3x08) - February 20, 2003

Sofia Wylie as Gina Porter (1x01-4x08) - January 7, 2004

Saylor Bell Curda as Maddox (3x01-4x08) - May 19, 2004

Adrian Lyles as Jet (3x01-4x08) - January 4, 2005

Thank you for watching!

HSMTMTS: The Final Season

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Dara Reneé as Elsa is actually magical, thank you HSMTMTS

[thecraggus]

Disney's Descendants: The Rise Of Red (2024) Review

Disney's ongoing exercise in corporate synergy feels more like corporate cynicism as The Rise Of Red falls flat. #Review

[epickiya722]

they’re going to do china (and dara renee) dirty i fear :( disney used them for promotion, but it’s assumed they won’t have many scenes. china confirmed on live her scenes are minor.. i feel bad for her because she expressed promoting was uncomfortable for her in the first place (bc grief maybe)

Oh, how I feel the same, Anon.

I don't even blame China for feeling uncomfortable. I don't care what anyone says, she deserves a break, to be left alone and not bashed anymore by certain people.

I wouldn't even be surprised if Disney did do them dirty. Disappointed, but definitely not surprised.

Given the supposed plot of the film, Uma doesn't even have to be involved, but given that she is a very popular character (possibly the most popular) and Disney knows that, she was going to be written in to drawn in fans to watch the film. They're banking on that. At most, they're gonna have an Uma cameo. Which would suck because if they really want to please the fans, give my girl a whole musical sequence, give her half the time of the movie.

Let's be honest, without Uma, without China's amazing performance as Uma, the franchise would not be that big of a succession.

That's not to say everyone else didn't do that great of a job or their characters aren't as good as her. But let's just be real here.

Uma is a big hit. Almost everyone has her a favorite character. If that wasn't true, Disney wouldn't be using her for the next film. (If you somehow don't like Uma, I don't trust you, just saying. Don't care to hear the reasons why.)

And oh, I have thoughts for Dara, too!

Disney already done her dirty by giving her a role that practically doesn't make sense.

From my understanding, wasn't Dara first casted to be Chloe Charming? A princess?!

Even though the film is now called "Rise of Red", we know Chloe has a big part. But why isn't Dara playing her? Why isn't this black girl who is amazingly talented playing a princess who has a big role? Why did they cast Dara to play Ulyanna, Ursula's sister (who never has been mentioned before they just made her up for the movie when URSULA ALREADY HAS A SISTER, but I forgot! The series is supposedly ignoring sequels of the animated films) and a villain who most likely has a minor role in this film?

To me, it's just Disney's way "catering to representation but not wanting to cater too much". "You're in the movie. Be happy with that."

Note how when they cast black women and girls as characters in Descendants. They're all villainous, antagonistic in some way. Celia was someone who didn't have an "antagonistic" role really, granted because she is a child, but they advertised her as such and she did something bad, throwing the ember in water. (Which honestly, I chuckled at. I say let Celia have that because she was lied to. Have a great relationship with her dad and she was lied to. Shaking my head.)

Watch, they're gonna have Brandy's Cinderella be some neglectful mother or something. Or some bratty teen during their high school years. Hope I'm wrong about that.

[disneylife0463]

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Descendentes: A Ascensão de Copas conquista audiência recorde de estreia na Disney+

O novo filme da franquia Descendentes atinge números impressionantes e se torna a maior estreia do Disney+ em 2024. #DescendentesAAscensaodeCopas #Descendentes #DisneyPlus

O novo filme da franquia Descendentes, A Ascensão de Copas, alcançou mais de 6,7 milhões de visualizações em apenas três dias na Disney+. Segundo a própria Disney, o longa se tornou a maior estreia de uma produção original na plataforma de streaming. O sucesso imediato de A Ascensão de Copas Desde a estreia em 12 de julho, a audiência tem recebido bem o filme, que continua as histórias dos…

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Ahora todos los reinos son bienvenidos… “Descendientes: El Ascenso De Red”

Ahora que es Directora de la Preparatoria de Auradon, la exvillana Uma invita a Red, la revoltosa hija de la Reina de Corazones que gobierna el País de las Maravillas, para que asista a la escuela.

Hace mucho tiempo que esta reina tirana siente rencor hacia Auradon, y en especial contra Cenicienta, así que cuando lleva a su hija a la escuela, aprovecha la oportunidad para vengarse.

La Reina de Corazones lidera un golpe de Estado contra Auradon, por lo que Red tendrá que viajar al pasado con Chloe, la hija perfeccionista de Cenicienta, para tratar de evitar que ocurra el evento traumático que impulsó a la joven Reina de Corazones a transitar el camino de la maldad.

Estreno: 12 de julio de 2024 en Disney+.

Dirigida por Jennifer Phang, la película cuenta con las actuaciones de Kylie Cantrall, Malia Baker, Dara Reneé, Ruby Rose Turner, Morgan Dudley, Anthony Pyatt, Mars, Peder Lindell, Joshua Colley, Melanie Paxson, China Anne McClain, Brandy Norwood, Rita Ora, entre otros.

Pósteres Individuales

Video Musical: What's My Name (Red Version)

Video Musical: Red

[gilbertscurls]

christmas (baby please come home) — matt sturniolo

summary: when a twist of fate reunites you and matt at a holiday gathering, old wounds resurface, forcing you to confront the love you thought you'd buried years ago.

The first snow of December blanketed the town in a pristine white sheen, softening the harshness of the biting cold. You adjusted your scarf as you pulled into the driveway of the charming, snow-dusted cabin, your heart pounding more from nerves than the chill. Beside you, Paul grinned, completely oblivious to the storm brewing within your chest.

“Ready to meet the family?” he asked, his voice warm and inviting.

You forced a smile, nodding. “Of course. I’m sure they’ll love me.”

The words were meant to reassure him, but you were the one who needed convincing. The holidays with Paul’s family should have been exciting, but an unshakable anxiety had clung to you since the moment he mentioned the gathering.

“They’re really great,” Paul continued as he unloaded your bags from the car. “You’ll love Julie. She’s the sweetest, and her boyfriend Matt is a good guy. Quiet, but cool.”

The name struck you like a thunderclap. You froze, the winter air suddenly suffocating. Matt? Surely, it couldn’t be…

“Matt?” you echoed, your voice tighter than you intended.

“Yeah,” Paul said casually. “You’ll meet him inside. I think he and Julie already got here. Come on, let’s head in. I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.”

You followed reluctantly, your feet heavy with dread. Five years had passed since you last saw Matthew Sturniolo—five years since your love story had crumbled into silence. You hadn’t heard from him, hadn’t tried to reach out, hadn’t dared to look back.

The cabin door opened to a wave of warmth and chatter, the smell of pine mingling with cinnamon and nutmeg. Paul greeted his sister, Julie, with a hug before turning to introduce you.

And there he was.

Matt stood by the fireplace, his eyes locking on yours the moment you walked in. Time hadn’t dulled the intensity of his gaze. If anything, it made it sharper, weighted with unspoken words. His hair was longer than you remembered, and he carried himself with a confidence you didn’t recognize. But it was him.

“Y/N, this is my sister, Julie,” Paul said, oblivious to the tension suddenly thickening the room. “And that’s her boyfriend, Matt.”

Julie extended a hand, her smile radiant. “So nice to meet you!”

You shook her hand automatically, murmuring a polite response. But your eyes flickered back to Matt, who hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken.

“Y/N,” he said finally, his voice low, laced with disbelief.

Paul glanced between you two, frowning slightly. “Wait… you two know each other?”

The air crackled with the weight of the truth neither of you wanted to say. You swallowed hard, forcing a tight smile.

“We… grew up together,” you said lightly, as though the memories of your shared childhood and the heartbreak that followed weren’t threatening to choke you.

“Oh, small world!” Julie beamed. “This is going to be such a fun week!”

Matt’s jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving you. You could feel the questions in his gaze, the ghosts of your past clawing their way to the surface.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in a deceptive quiet, you realized this holiday was about to be anything but peaceful.

The cabin was alive with the warmth of laughter and crackling wood, but you had never felt more cold. Dinner was a blur of introductions, family stories, and clinking glasses. Your polite smiles were automatic, but your focus wavered each time you caught Matt’s eyes across the table. He sat beside Julie, their hands intertwined. Paul sat next to you, his arm draped over the back of your chair. The perfect symmetry of their group didn’t feel perfect at all.

“So, Matt,” Paul began, breaking your thoughts, “how did you and Julie meet?”

Matt hesitated for the briefest moment, his fork pausing mid-air. “Through mutual friends,” he said, his voice even. “It just… clicked.”

Julie leaned into him, smiling. “He was so shy, but I thought that was cute. He’s not as quiet as he seems, though—he has the driest sense of humor once you get to know him.”

You swallowed hard, forcing a bite of your mashed potatoes past the lump in your throat. That used to be your discovery, your secret treasure. You could still remember the way Matt used to make you laugh when no one else could, his wit sharp but never cruel.

“And what about you, Y/N/N?” Julie asked, her question dripping with unintentional irony. “How’d you and Paul meet?”

You blinked, startled by the use of the nickname you hadn’t heard in years. Matt’s head tilted slightly at the sound of it, and your stomach twisted.

“Uh, at a bookstore,” you said, managing a smile. “He asked me for a recommendation, and we just… started talking.”

Paul grinned, nudging your shoulder. “She’s underselling it. I walked into that store looking for a novel, and I walked out with a date.”

Everyone laughed, except for Matt, whose expression hardened almost imperceptibly. You pretended not to notice, but the tension followed you even as dinner wound down.

The forecast had warned of heavy snow, and by morning, the world outside was a swirling whiteout. Paul and Julie were busy in the kitchen, preparing lunch, while the others scattered around the cabin. You found yourself in the living room, staring out the window, lost in thought.

“Still hate the snow?”

The voice behind you was low, familiar, and entirely unwelcome. You turned to find Matt standing a few feet away, his arms crossed.

“Some things don’t change,” you replied, your tone colder than you intended.

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “You haven’t changed much, either.”

“Neither have you,” you said, sharper now.

A bitter laugh escaped him. “I think we both know that’s not true.”

You looked away, the unspoken weight of your shared past pressing on your chest. “Why are you talking to me, Matt? We’re not kids anymore. We don’t owe each other anything.”

“I’m not trying to stir things up,” he said, his voice softening. “I just—being here, seeing you—it’s… strange.”

“Strange?” you repeated, your voice trembling. “You think strange covers it? After everything—” You stopped yourself, taking a deep breath. “You have a girlfriend. I have Paul. Let’s not make this harder than it has to be.”

His jaw tightened, but he nodded. “You’re right. I’ll leave you alone.”

And just like that, he walked away, leaving you to the silence and the storm raging outside.

By the fourth night, the cabin’s family festivities had culminated in a bonfire behind the house. The fire’s warm glow illuminated the whole group as you huddled under blankets, sipping hot cocoa and sharing stories. But you felt like an outsider looking in.

You sat beside Paul, who was animatedly recounting a funny story about his childhood, while Julie leaned against Matt, her laughter filling the air. It was all so picture-perfect, so maddeningly normal.

“I need some air,” you murmured to Paul, excusing yourself before anyone could ask questions.

You wandered a little away from the fire, the cold biting through your jacket. You weren’t surprised when Matt followed you, his footsteps crunching in the snow.

“Y/N—”

“Stop,” you said, turning to face him. Your eyes glistened, reflecting the firelight. “Why are you doing this? Why are you making it so hard to forget?”

“I’m not trying to,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I just—I can’t pretend you’re not here. I can’t pretend like seeing you doesn’t hurt.”

Your breath hitched, your resolve crumbling. “Do you think it’s easy for me? Seeing you with her, pretending like we didn’t spend half our lives planning a future together?”

“Then why did you leave?” he asked, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “Why didn’t you fight for us?”

Your eyes filled with tears, but you held his gaze. “Because you didn’t ask me to stay.”

The weight of your words hit him like a freight train. For years, he had carried the blame, the bitterness of their breakup. But now, the truth was laid bare between you, raw and unforgiving.

“Y/N…”

“I can’t do this,” you whispered, shaking your head. “Not here. Not now.”

You turned away, walking back to the bonfire, leaving him standing alone in the dark.

The week passed in a blur, tension simmering just beneath the surface. By the time the last day arrived, you were eager to leave. You packed your bags with shaky hands, avoiding Matt as much as possible.

But fate had other plans. You found him outside, leaning against your car, his expression unreadable.

“You’re really leaving without saying anything?” he asked, his voice quieter than before.

You hesitated, glancing around the snow-covered driveway before stepping closer. “What do you want me to say, Matt?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “I just… I think we should talk.”

Your stomach tightened, but you nodded, leaning against the hood of the car beside him.

“I’ve been thinking,” you started, your voice steady despite the storm in your chest. “About Paul. About Julie. About us.”

“Me too,” he said, looking straight ahead, avoiding your eyes. “It’s not fair to them, is it? The way we’ve been acting this week.”

“No,” you agreed softly. “It’s not.”

Silence settled between you, the kind that spoke louder than any words. Finally, you turned to face him, your breath forming small clouds in the cold air.

“Julie’s good for you,” you said, forcing the words out even though they felt like glass. “I can see it. She makes you laugh. She looks at you the way I used to.”

He flinched at that, his jaw tightening. “Paul’s good for you, too. He seems like the kind of guy who knows how to take care of someone. He’s… steady.”

“He is,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “But he’s not you, Matt. And maybe that’s a good thing.”

He turned to you then, his eyes filled with something between regret and longing. “I feel the same about Julie. She’s amazing, and she deserves someone who can give her everything. But I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do that—not completely—not with you still in my head.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you just stared at each other, the weight of your words sinking in.

“So what do we do?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We try to be better. For them. For ourselves. We made choices, and it’s not fair to drag everyone else into our mess.”

You nodded slowly, tears welling in your eyes. “Maybe we don’t get a second chance. Maybe this is just… how it has to end.”

“Maybe,” he said, though his voice was thick with doubt. “But if there’s anything I’ve learned this week, it’s that I still want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me.”

Your tears spilled over, but you smiled through them, a bittersweet expression that mirrored his. “I want that for you, too.”

You stood there for a moment longer, the snow falling gently around you, before you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him in a brief, fierce hug.

“Goodbye, Matt,” you whispered.

“Goodbye, Y/N/N,” he replied, his voice breaking.

As you got into your car and drove away, leaving the cabin behind, you felt a strange sense of peace. You weren’t meant to be, not now. But maybe that was okay. Some endings weren’t about closure—they were about choosing to move forward, even when the past still lingered.

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The Permanent Rain Press Interview with Mars. (Watch in HD)

Mars chats about their role as Maleficent in Descendants: The Rise of Red, including creating her signature look and villain origin story as a teenager, drawing inspiration from Kristin Chenoweth's adult version, and the kindness of the ensemble cast and crew, their diverse experience in the arts and as a fashion stylist assistant, and upcoming personal short film, Celi-Yacked in Bushwack.

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DARA RENEÉ in HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL, THE MUSICAL, THE SERIES

[sillylilneurodivergent]

Hiii, so in case some of y’all didn’t know, I’m @joshuacolleyenthusiast but I’m on my main account! I just wanted to ask for y’all’s top ten favorite songs! (they don’t have to be in order) & also add your number one favorite Descendants song (I know it’s hard ;-;) :3

Mine are

‘Freak’ - Lana Del Rey

2. ‘Again’ - Flyleaf

3. ‘Battle of the Larynx’ - Melanie Martinez

4. ‘Strawberry Blond’ - Mitski

5. ‘I’m so Sick’ - Flyleaf

6. ‘Good Luck, Babe!’ - Chappell Roan

7. ‘Awake and Alive’ - Skillet

8. ‘Mad Hatter’ - Melanie Martinez

9. ‘Know Better’ - Sir Chloe

10. ‘Mad IQs’ - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Descendants: ‘Perfect Revenge’ - Dara Reneé, Peder Lindell, Joshua Colley, Anthony Pratt, & Mars

@brokenmilkcrates @saturnisaroace @frenchgirltalya @sleepyking @gaygoose09

@nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol @little-teacupss @skellseerwriting @shortnfuckinsweet @scraptumblers (the way I started saying “Oh no. Oh no- Oh no! OH NO! as I realized I tagged Chloe & Red instead of Kit & Scrap SORRY GUYS😭)

(THIS IS NOT A TAG GAME BTW THIS IS JUST SOMETHING I WANNA QUICKLY DO WITH MY ROLEPLAY GROUP PLEASE ;-;)

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Hi love! Could I request Morgie x Reader where she's always sticking up for Ella & Bridget even though she has other friends she always has their backs. Morgie and her have interactions like how Hook goes up to Chloe and when Uilana is running after Bridget he corners her but reader isn't scared of him since all he does is flirt and tease her. After when Uliana is planning her revenge she plots against the reader too. Uliana noticed that when Morgie went up to her she finally froze & was scared because he used his snake eyes and hissed. Reader's fear is snakes so when Uliana tells Morgie she wants him to carry out the plan (you can choose what it is) he is hesitant bc he's liked her for a while now. He's also upset bc he didn't want to scare you. He agrees to get revenge for Uliana but in reality he warns the reader while he's watching out for Merlin bc he sees her also on the lookout (helping Red & Chloe) hiding below him in a bush. They have a cute moment at the end.

If something doesn't make sense to you feel free to change it!

Morgie going AGAINST Uliana where she could catch him? As if (I love this prompt, I did have to study the scene though. Which proved harder than I thought as my gay ass struggles to focus on anything but Dara Reneé whenever she's on screen, despite what my blog may imply. But alas! It's here)

Snake Eyes

Morgie le Fay x Princess!Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: lions, tigers, and bears, anything but snakes. Oh, anything but snakes

Warnings: sexual references but it's really just Morgie turning her own words against her, I think I made him a touch more peculiar than the source material calls for idk, the princess turns slightly into snow white at the end (she uses a bird to warn the other girls but it's a finch not a blue bird)

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    Her voice has always sounded sweet but right now Morgie swears it’s dripping honey. Thick as syrup with a face somewhere between seductive and scary to match the sound. He watches, knowing it would be his turn to step in soon, she was his play thing, he’d called her. Of course, if it was up to Morgie, (Y/n) would be more than just his “play thing”. But certain things aren’t up to him now that he’s a villain, they’re up to Uliana. And flirting with princesses in a genuine way is not something that she allows. He assumes he can understand such a thing. Now though, as he watches her gently grasp Uli’s chin, tilting it ever so slightly upwards so the sea witch can’t look anywhere but at her eyes, the sorcerer doesn’t understand how Uliana isn’t absolutely in love with her. How could you ever have a supernova that close and not be eaten alive by the heat of it? He slinks up behind the girl, eyes locked on her pastel nails that softly slide some of his friend’s hair behind her shoulder. 

    “You know, Uli,” there’s this slight tilt to her head, eyes narrowing as she smiles at the sea witch as if she’s a predator honing in on prey, “I’ve always had a proclivity for calamari. Just to warn you.” And that, that empty and hollow threat of eating his friend alive, is the son of Morgana’s cue to step in; to devolve the situation back into one that Uliana has control over. He softly lets his fingers grasp her chin from behind, tilting it to him as he looks at her soft features from over her shoulder. Morgie’s chest presses up against her back with his voice this low and slow thing, “Oh, yeah? Personally I can think of some better things for your mouth to do.” There’s this flicker of something he can’t quite place flashing through her bright eyes, the things growing wider at his words. It’s a beautiful sight really, being able to render a girl -who he swore had to be the finest of royalty this school had to offer- completely speechless. How could he not claim her for himself when every flirtation that rolled off his tongue turned her into a flustered mess?  “Please, as if I would ever consider it,” but the bite her words held for Uliana isn’t lingering in her tone. Instead it found its way into that nervous way she seemed to bite her bottom lip. 

   (Y/n)’s hand drops from Uliana’s cheek, the girl side stepping away from Morgie twice as quickly as he could step up to her. Backing away from them and towards her friends’ circle as the other new girl steps up to Uliana. He doesn’t even understand how Bridget and Ella managed to make her their friend. The silver tongued, hot honey drenched princess had no business being friends with sunshine itself and the peasant girl. Naveen, Aladdin, and Zellie? He could understand that. Even the hard working Tiana and Jasmine made sense by her side. So what about Bridget and Ella would ever prompt her to leave her actual friends and jump to defend them? Some selfish part of Morgie hoped that it was him, this warped need to be near the sorcerer without admitting she wanted it. A boy could dream, couldn’t he? Morgie had always been quite the dreamer, it seems this little thing was no different. 

    If it wasn’t for his need to please Uliana, Morgie isn’t positive he would have been able to rejoin her side instead of following after the princess. The scent of the perfume leaving his senses in a way he nearly found lonely. He wondered what it was. Some expensive sweet thing that seemed to hang around, perhaps something local from her own kingdom. Morgie assumes it will never be his place to know. And now, though the sorcerer isn’t exactly sure what they’re laughing at, he knows it’s his job to laugh along with Hook and Uliana. Forcing this evil leaning and loud laugh to slip through his lips, eyes bouncing between the girls before him as if it means anything. As if they didn’t know exactly what face they craved to settle on. This is how it’s always going to be, isn’t it? He would always be lucky to steal glimpses of her as nothing else was the serpent’s place. It never would be his place. He was smart enough to be aware of that.  

    So Morgie finds himself letting his eyes bounce between (Y/n) and Uliana as he watches his group's leader drop a handful of bright pink feathers into her mouth. The sea witch is so proud, face shining as she tilts her head back up with a snap. For a moment, it seems as if everything had gone her way, until the honking starts. This loud and animalistic sound that would make more sense to be coming from him than from her lips. Pink feathers sputtering out of her mouth while the princess of his affections watches in near delight. A giggle escaping the girls lips, the sound somewhere between shock and enjoyment. It was beautiful, and if his loyalties weren’t required to lie with Uliana, he might have even allowed himself to bask in it. 

   Instead, he turns back to Uliana, head tilting as he studies the transformation. What was happening to her? Flamingo feathers weren’t necessarily something his mother dealt with often; meaning they weren’t something that he was all that familiar with. But if she was transforming into something, lord only knows what all would happen to her. So Morgie did the only thing he knew to do, he steps forward and nearly wrestles the jacket off of her arms, best to not let the sea witch’s favorite article of clothing get destroyed in whatever was happening to her. Her struggle against the spell sends the boy to the ground, his lips pursing as he stares up at her. Not that he gets to look at her for long before Uliana lunges for Bridget. At their notice of it, (Y/n) and Ella both snatch one of the pink princess’ arms, dragging her away from the enraged half-flamingo half-sea witch that made it her goal to attack their sunshine infused friend. 

   He’s the next to take off, running after the four girls with Hook and the two new girls hot on his heels. What on Earth was the princess thinking? There was no reason for her to run away from Uliana like that, everyone knew she wasn’t scared of her. And yet, there he found himself, chasing the girl he silently longed for down, reaching out to grab her arm and spin her against a wall. The motion successfully stopping her from protecting her friend from his own. “Morgie, move,” she goes to push him and he hisses, letting his eyes flash from his own hazel ones to golden iris with slits where his rounded pupils should go. The new form makes his eyes block out everyone but her, taking in the way her eyes widen. Morgie doesn’t think he’s ever seen her shrink down before, not to him at least. Had he scared her? Snakes, huh? Of course a natural part of him would be the thing that scared her. His eyes drop back to his normal state, peripheral vision returning to it’s full abilities as he hears a splash come from behind him. 

   Morgie turns and holds his arm out to keep the princess behind him against the wall and out of the way once he realizes the splash came not from Bridget falling but from Uliana. He’d learned his lesson about her falling in the water while she was angered already. The rough and red welts from her larger tentacles hitting him had lasted for nearly a month; there was no way that he allowed something like that to happen to (Y/n). But as Uliana comes up coughing, not with tentacles but with legs, he allows his body to relax, taking in the sight before him as she gets up. She pulls herself from the fountain screaming and as his friend gets up he turns his head slightly over his shoulder, hoping Hades won’t hear him. “Don’t go through the hallway I came out of, sneak around the back wall and go through the other one. I don’t want you in the crossfire.” She grabs his bicep slightly, steadying herself with a nod she knows he can’t see, but the girl listens.  And that is a win enough for him, god is that a win enough for him. 

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      He could understand planning to get revenge on Bridget, she’d been the one to bake the cupcakes. But why did (Y/n) have to be in the mix? Was laughing that big of a crime when so many others did too? And why did Hook have to open his fat mouth about the way Morgie finally made the girl coward down? It wasn’t fair, especially not with what Uliana and Hades had decided to do to her. Turning her hair into snakes? It was too far, much too far. He regrets ever telling her what he did. Not that Hades fully saw it, no, he was the one who painted her fate. What a villainous move that was. To make it worse, Uliana wanted him to be the one to cast the spell, and after asking her to dance no less. Morgie knew that he never had a chance, but this would kill everything. (Y/n) would hate him until the day he left Merlin Academy if he did that to her. No more daydreams for him, oh no, her face would hold nothing but anger when she looked to him. He can’t tear his mind from the thought as he sits in this stupid tree, face as sour as his mood. Until he hears the whispering. The sound being followed by a finch flying up from the bushes below him and towards Merlin’s office just seconds after his friends finally disappeared from his sight.

   Morgie knew well enough that there was no way finches would just be flying around this late at night. He was also well aware that there was only one princess in the school who liked to deal with birds. “(Y/n)?” His voice is soft, peering down into the bushes below him where he notices a small amount of her hair peeking out through the  leaves. Her name is met with a soft hiss of breath that he nearly misses, the girl slowly turning to look up at him. “Are you,” she pauses, standing up and stretching her probably strained muscles, “You weren’t supposed to hear me.” It makes him laugh, the boy climbing down slightly so he’s barely above her, “Even if I didn’t hear you, the bird made it obvious.” She bites her lip, looking away from him and back over her shoulder where her bird companion had fled to. “Did it really?” Now his lip is between his teeth too, eyes casting over the girl, “Yeah, it probably wouldn’t have caught anyone else off guard though, I just- I don’t know, I just pay attention I guess.” 

    The princess smiles at him now, face full of this odd wonder that he wasn’t used to. “Hey, uh, I’m sure that you aren’t or maybe you’re already going with Uliana or something, but are you going to the dance tomorrow night?” And in that moment, Morgie’s world stops. Of course this would be the moment that he found out he wasn’t fully wrong about the girl trying to get close to him. Why wouldn’t the universe give him this perfect shot to have her exactly when he was set to ruin her? It wasn’t fair, god this life he chose wasn’t at all fair. He finds himself playing with his fingers as he forces his eyes to meet her’s, “I am, but you shouldn’t go. Uliana has this awful prank planned for you and Bridget and I can’t let that happen to you, (Y/n). You have to promise me that you won’t go.” She pauses, face somewhere between adoration and fear, it’s this absolute wonder of a thing to behold. Then against all odds, she smirks, letting a hand find his leg as she steps forward. “Well, if you don’t want me to go, I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me by taking me out on a date, won’t you?” And now it’s his turn to be a mix of terrified and adoring. Uliana would just end him, he knows she would, but Morgie can’t help it. When would he ever get a chance for something like this again? “How about brunch on Sunday?” 

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More Reasons Rise of Red was way more disappointing than I hoped

The casting announcements of all the young heroes and heroines being so hyped up only for them to be used in a single song and as reaction fodder, having any other scenes they were in cut down or not even used.

The friendship between Red and Chloe was wayyy too rushed, even for Disney standards. Every moment just felt really forced, even when they did make up at the end.

Also, really wish they got more than one outfit each, even the original VK's got to have multiple outfits in the 1st Descendants. Like, how did the two princesses of all people not have enough pocket money on them to get new clothes in the past?

Listen, I adore Dara Reneé but I hated that they made her the sibling to a villain instead of just making her an OG Villain. I would have been okay with the sibling thing if she had been Morgana from Little Mermaid 2 so that she was already part of the Disney lore instead of a newly conceived villainess just for this trilogy

I also hate that Maleficent, the aforementioned WORST VILLAIN in all of Auradon, was reduced to just a semi-goth sidekick with literally 2 lines.

I really wish that we could have seen the Castlecoming dance or what kind of prank was actually being pulled on Bridget, but i will concede on those instances possibly happening in the next movie.

ok that's all i have to complain about for now byeeeeee :]