#chris trousdale

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Dream Street (2001)

[damailbox]

Disney Adventures, June 2002

[alm0sthere]

the biggest fan (2002)

[shadowland]

PLAY + mp3 music player

[jimalim]

It's so nice too see the Dream Street boys still hang out. I know they reconnected cause of Chris' passing a few years ago, and its unfortunate it took such sad circumstances, but it's beautiful that they've really kept with it in the years since.

[hot-boyband-tourney]

Since the polls are uneven (there's a team of three) I thought we could give someone a second chance.

[under-the-canyonmoon]

I’m always going to be bitter about the fact that Dreamstreet reuniting only happened after Chris died. No one was interested in it when he tried to get everyone back together many times, but how many reunions have we had since Chris’ death?

I can understand wanting to fulfill what he wanted to honor his memory and realizing the importance of making some things a priority that might not seem as important as something else, but why did it have to take him dying for any of that to happen. I don’t get it.

[acmeoop]

Fowl Catch “Beauty & The Beast” (1991)

[movie-titlecards]

Beauty and the Beast (1991)

My rating: 7/10

[mikyapixie]

33 years ago today Beauty and The Beast released in theaters!!!

I know I’m not the only one who was disappointed with beast’s face reveal!!!

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Dream Street - It Happens Every Time (2001)

[gainaxvel3o]

I find it personally annoying when people talk about Disney movies like the company manifested them out of nowhere.

Like, Ron Clements and John Musker directed The Little Mermaid. They also did Aladdin, Hercules, Treasure Planet and Moana.

Kevin Lima and Chris Buck did Tarzan, Roger Allers and Rob Minkoff did The Lion King, Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise did Hunchback of Notre Damé.

Even if their styles are similar, these were still movies made by people. I wish we talked more about the people behind our childhood memories, especially when they do work for other companies. Chris Buck did Surf's Up for example.

[vintagewarhol]

[shadowland]

[randomusingsofalovesickgirl]

BACK TO FRIENDS: DAYLIGHT

masterlist

a/n: can be read standalone, or as a blurb prior to the back to friend series! || also not fully proofread lol

🎶 daylight by taylor swift 🎶 if i'm honest by trousdale 🎶 friends by ed sheeran

When he invited you over for a cup of tea, the last thing you expected was getting dragged into his daily stream. 

“And today, we have a special, special, guest!” He exclaimed, drumming the table dramatically, before leaning in and reading the captions. “Chat, Chris is not special. He literally lives here, I can drag him in whenever.” 

You snorted, making George look in your direction and smile. Motioning for you to come in, you popped your head into the corner of the frame and waved enthusiastically. “Hey guys! Chris is safe today, I’m the one who got dragged today.” 

Most of your subscribers and followers know your feelings about Twitch: you respected the grind and the hustle, but you were not a fan. 

A tip came in, with the message: finally! 

Another one came in, she also joins u all the time tho

“She does, she does, I know,” George threw his arm around the chair you’re sitting in, “but what can I say? We just can’t get enough of her.” He pinched your cheek, making you roll your eyes and push his arm away.

George can u do smth else real quick we wanna talk to just her 

He scoffed, flabbergasted. “So, this is my stream, and you’re telling me to leave!” He turned to face you, “you’re stealing my spotlight! Leave now!” 

“Happy to!” Immediately, you stood up–teasing him and pretending to leave. His hand instinctively went to your arm, dragging you down back into your seat. “No, stay, stay, I’m kidding!” 

“I thought you wanted me to leave?” You retorted, arching your eyebrow. “Hey, maybe this is a sign I should start streaming…” Dozens of comments came in, supporting the idea. “I’ll stream at the same time as you as well, take away all your views…” You trailed off, teasingly. 

George dramatically put his hand on his heart, before you returned your attention to the chat. “Can you two watch this video, please?” George read out, navigating his mouse to the link. 

While George continued to entertain the chat, telling them about his day; you leaned in, curious—until the title loaded.

Your stomach dipped.

The caption read: “they’re fr dating but just not telling us,” followed with a series of hashtags including your names. 

It was a TikTok edit. Of course it was.

And then the music started. And you had to stop yourself from internally face-palming. 

Of course, it was Taylor Swift. No edit of anyone with Taylor Swift music could ever be just platonic. Ever. 

There were flashes from your own vlogs–your park walks, late-night food runs, gym sessions, dinner at yours. Snippets from friend’s videos; the two of you chatting to yourselves in a crowd of people, the video cropped to highlight the two of you giggling. It would cut to the game night he hosted, you sitting between his legs and him staring at you a little too long with a look you swore your roommate gave her boyfriend a million times. You, watching him, that same night and smiling. It ended on Arthur TV's stream, someone asking him where George was, only for him to respond that he was with you, "as always".

It played like a montage of a couple who just hadn’t admitted it yet, or a recap of a couple to be played at their wedding. A highlight reel of moments you didn’t realise anyone noticed. 

Your heart kicked in your chest.

“Wait, oh my gosh, what the fuck did you do?” you blurted, reaching for the mouse, clicking away on another video before George could properly see it. You forced a laugh, pulling your best “shocked by George being a dumbass” expression. The stream would see this as you getting distracted by a stupid video of George, a friend wanting to make fun of the other. 

Distraction was always the easiest weapon.

He looked up at the new clip. It was the football shoot—the one where he tripped and sprained his ankle.

“You knew about it!” he said, eyes lighting up. “That day was terrible.” He looked at you with a new look in his eyes, and you immediately had to turn away. You couldn’t give the fans any more ammunition. 

But still, you swallowed hard. He didn’t say it out loud, but you remembered it well. You got the call from Chris that George was being a baby, so you showed up to see George at home pouting like a kid who had all their candy stolen from them. You remember bandaging him up. How he insisted you stayed over. How you two watched a movie while you helped him iced his leg, with his head on your shoulder. The weight of him was so comfortable that it hurt a little.

He turned back to chat. “Why did you guys send us this? We literally lived it.”

You changed the topic before the stream could correct him. After all, they hadn’t sent that TikTok. You clicked on it, away from what they did send. 

You didn’t want him to see that TikTok. To overthink everything between you. 

And he hadn’t seen it. But you had. And you couldn't unsee it.

It suddenly felt like a spotlight was on you, burning you up; making you sweat. Your hands felt clammy, your cheeks felt flushed, and your heart felt like it was beating miles per minute. 

You tried to follow George’s voice as he kept talking to chat, but everything sounded far away. Muffled.

You were still seeing the edit. Still hearing the music.

“I once believed love would be burning red…”

Your throat tightened.

You’d been in denial because it was safer, funnier, easier. But sitting next to him now, while your heart raced and the chat erupted in chaos.

It wasn’t a joke anymore. 

You missed him when you didn’t see him. The day felt empty when you didn’t text him or see him at least once. Your mood depended on whether he laughed at something you said. You knew how exactly he likes his tea, his Twitch schedule, and the weird look of concentration he had when he was stuck editing. 

You realised your whole world was built around him without intending to.

And it’s crazy. First, he was that weird guy you met at a Sidemen video, doing impressions on stage. And now he was your lifeline. 

After seeing it played back to you, it finally hit you—

You liked George. 

And not just a little.

You liked him in a way that made your chest ache.

In a way you couldn’t laugh off.

In a way that scared you shitless.

And you don’t want to think about going home and rambling to your roommate about this realisation, who’d only say four words back to you: “I fucking called it.”

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[hot-boyband-tourney]

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