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black-dhalias · 2 years ago

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2000s Barbie movies

So I may, or may not have spent my day yesterday listening to every barbie song, and then proceeded to rank them based on five criteria.

(1) Memorability?

(2) Aesthetic?

(3) Serotonin Boost?

(4) How Likely Am I To Play It Casually?

(5) Nostalgic?

Linked below is the playlist I created based on my ranking...

However, if you are apart of my niche, below there is a complete list + my rationale (will be controversial)

Top Ten

These are the songs that score high in all categories...

Free -- Princess and the Pauper

I Need to Know -- The Island Princess

To Be A Princess -- Princess and the Pauper

How Can I Refuse? -- Princess and the Pauper

12 Dancing Princesses Theme -- 12 Dancing Princesses

Shine -- 12 Dancing Princesses

All For One -- 3 Musketeers

Keep On Dancing -- The Pink Shoes

Unbelievable -- 3 Musketeers

A Girl Like You -- Princess and the Pauper

Still Good, but not God Tier

These are the songs that scored well in most areas, but in one or two areas it just didn't perform as well.

What If I Shine -- Rock N Royals

If You Love Me For Me -- Princess and the Pauper

Right Here In My Arms (reunion) -- The Island Princess

Here I Am (Keira Version) -- Princess and the Popstar

Do The Mermaid -- Mermaid Tale II

Can You Keep A Secret -- A Fairy Secret

On Top of the World -- Princess Charm School

Another Me -- A Fashion Fairytale

Find Yourself in a Song -- Rock N Royals

The Rat Song -- The Island Princess

A Cat's Meow -- Princess and the Pauper

Fashion Fairytale Theme -- A Fashion Fairytale

Rapunzel's Main Theme -- Rapunzel

We're Gonna Find It -- The Diamond Castle

Connected -- The Diamond Castle

You Can Tell She's A Princess -- Princess Charm School

Constant As The Stars Above -- Rapunzel

Shooting Star -- Starlight Adventures

Shooting Star (acoustic) -- Starlight Adventures

When We Have Love -- The Island Princess

A Brand New Shore -- The Island Princess

Two Voices, One Song -- The Diamond Castle

Get Your Sparkle On -- A Fashion Fairytale

Written in Your Heart -- Princess and the Pauper

Fun At First

These are the songs that are good, but after you listen to them a couple times, I started scoring them lower than the first run through.

Jolly Ole St. Nicholas -- A Christmas Carol

Summer Sunshine -- A Mermaid Tale

Finale Mashup -- Rock N Royals

Wings -- Swan Lake

Gotta Get To Camp -- Rock N Royals

Love is for Peasants -- The Island Princess

Only A Breath Away -- Mariposa and the Fairy Princess

Unlock Your Dreams -- Rock N Royals

Hope Has Wings -- Magic of Pegasus

We Rule This School -- Princess Charm School

You're the One -- A Pony Tale

Believe -- The Diamond Castle

Queen of the Waves -- A Mermaid Tale

Soaring -- Princess Power

Look How High We Can Fly -- Princess and the Popstar

A Perfect Christmas -- A Perfect Christmas

Be A Friend -- Mariposa and the Fairy Princess

Wonderful Me -- The Diamond Castle

Okay Songs... Not Good, but okay

You can listen to these every once and while, but in the wrong mood, it just irritates. Not terrible though.

At The Ball -- The Island Princess

Light Up The World -- The Pearl Princess

Mermaid Party -- The Pearl Princess

Always More -- The Island Princess

This Is Me -- Barbie Diaries

Here I Am (tori version) -- Princess and the Popstar

Note to Self -- Barbie Diaries

Strength in Numbers -- Spy Squad

What If I Shine (remix) -- Rock N Royals

Brand New Sound -- Rock N Royals

Girl Most Likely To -- Barbie Diaries

Real Life -- Barbie Diaries

Feels Like Love -- Barbie Diaries

Perfect Day -- Princess and the Popstar

Fate Finds A Way -- Barbie Diaries

Coolest Thing Ever -- Princess Power

Coolest Thing Ever (reprise) -- Princess Power

So Beautiful -- Starlight Adventures

Will Probably Not Listen To

These are the songs that I did skip at least once in both rotations, and will probably continue to skip.

Champions -- Spy Squad

When You're A Princess -- Rock N Royals

Treasure -- Dolphin Magic

The Greatest Days -- Great Puppy Adventure

Live in the Moment -- Puppy Chase

Silver Lining -- Spy Squad

I Wish I Had Her Life -- Princess and the Popstar

Gotta Get To Camp (reprise) -- Rock N Royals

Raise Our Voices -- Rock N Royals

To Be A Princess/To Be A Popstar -- Princess and the Popstar

Here I Am/Princesses Just Wanna Have Fun -- Princess and the Popstar

All We Got -- Spy Squad

Princess and the Popstar Finale -- Princess and the Popstar

Well there it is...hours of work, and commitment, to decide that I still hate princess and the popstar...

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royalpain16 · 3 years ago

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Fun Facts about Queen Elizabeth II according to People Magazine

Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II lesser known titles:

Beyond the Seas Queen

Princess Auto Mechanic

Seigneur of the Swans

Missis Queen, Jamaica

Chief Hunter of the order of the Buffalo Hunt

Mama belong Big Family, Papua New Guinea

The one who brings the Rain, South Africa

The Knight of the order of the Elephant, Denmark

Admiral in the Great Navy of the State of Nebraska

Estimated cost of the Jubilee events is about $20 million.

The Queen owns Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and a custom Range Rover LWB Landaulet with the royal flag and an open air too.

The Queen has worn about 5,000 hats

Sometimes enjoys a Gin and Dubonnet

Patron of over 600 Charities

Royal art collection estimated worth is over $10 Billion

She owns an off-shore wind farm in the North Sea

Has the Key to Long Beach, CA

She was a driver and mechanic in the 1945 Women's Auxiliary Territorial Service, Her service number was 230873

Childhood nickname was Lilibet

Her U.S. Secret Service code names were Kittyhawk and Redfern

Has traveled 1,032,513 miles to 117 of the worlds 195 countries

Worth of the crown jewels, PRICELESS (they are not insured either, which means they've likely never been appraised)

500 Horses will be in the Windsor Castle Celebration

She loves chocolate cookie cake

Among the official gifts to the monarch:

A canary, two jaguars, two wallabies, two black beavers, two giant turtles, an elephant named Jumbo, a marzipan model of the Brandenburg gate, a pig from Fiji, 500 tins of pineapple, a Grove of maple trees, a white Nguni Bull, teeth of a sperm whale, a Nile crocodile

There are 36 Foot Soldiers in the Queen's Guard

The queen has owned more than 30 corgis and dorgis, a dachshund-Corgi mix

#queen elizabeth ii #platinum Jubilee #facts about the queen #people magazine #the Queen's titles #the crown jewels #gifts to the monarch

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phantombandit-films · 5 years ago

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Ultimate film list

Forever Updating this;

♥ Labyrinth. ♥ War of the Worlds (2005) ♥ Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. ♥ The Mummy/ The Mummy Returns. ♥ The Maze Runner/ Scorch Trails/ Death Cure. ♥ Jurassic Park/ World. ♥ Godzilla/ King of the Monsters. ♥ Lord of the Rings/ Two Towers/ Return of the King. ♥ The Conjuring/ The Conjuring 2. ♥ Rogue One. ♥ Star Wars: New Hope/ The Empire Strikes Back/ Return of the Jedi. ♥ The Force Awakens/ The Last Jedi/ The Rise of Skywalker.

♥ Train to Busan. (Korean) ♥ Peninsula (Korean) ♥ Dunkirk. ♥ Mirror Mirror. ♥ Howls Moving Castle. ♥ The Witness (Chinese Version) ♥ In Secret. ♥ Crimson Peak. ♥ Independence Day. ♥ Red Eye. ♥ Thor/ The Dark World/ Ragnarok. ♥ Avengers/ Age of Ultron/ Infinity War/ End Game. ♥ The Sixth Sense. ♥ The Mist. ♥ House of Wax. ♥ The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey/ The Desolation of Smaug/ The Battle of Five Armies. ♥ Snowpiercer. ♥ Spider-man: Homecoming/ Far from Home. ♥ Kong: Skull Island. ♥ The Day After Tomorrow. ♥ Dark Skies. ♥ A Quiet Place. ♥ Attack the Block. ♥ Gremlins/ The New Batch. ♥ The Little Mermaid. ♥ The Princess Bride. ♥ The Swan Princess. ♥ The Man Who laughs (2012) ♥ Suckerpunch. ♥ Swing Kids. (Korean/ American) ♥ Middle School Girl A. (Korean) ♥ One Way Trip (Korean) ♥ So I Married an Anti-fan. (Korean) ♥ Seondal: The Man Who Sells the River ♥ Pandora. (Korean) ♥ The Wave/ The Quake. (Norwegian) ♥ Only the Brave. ♥ Bohemian Rhapsody. ♥ Charlie’s Angels/ Full Throttle. ♥ Charlie’s Angels (2019) ♥ Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl/ Dead Man’s Chest/ At Worlds End. ♥ Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides/ Salazar’s Revenge. ♥ Tolkien. ♥ Ruby Red/ Sapphire Blue/ Emerald Green. (German) ♥ Sorority Wars. ♥ Vampire Acadmey. ♥ The Secret of Moonacre. ♥Jaws/ Jaws 2. ♥ Tremors. ♥ Underwater. ♥ Starstruck. ♥ Lemonade Mouth. ♥ Circle. ♥ Havana Nights. ♥ Anna. ♥ The Breakfast Club. ♥ Pretty in Pink. ♥ Tuff Turf. ♥ Detention. ♥ Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone/ Chamber of Secrets/ Prisoner of Azkaban/ Goblet of Fire/ Order of the Phoenix/ Half-Blood Prince/ Deathly Hallows 1/2. ♥ The Hunger Games/ Catching Fire/ Mockingjay 1/2. ♥ The Mortal Instruments. ♥ Coco. ♥ Legend. (1985) ♥ Men in Black/ Men in Black 2. ♥ The Apparition. ♥ Ghostbusters/ Ghostbusters 2 . ♥ Ghostbusters. (2016) ♥ Poltergeist. ♥ Insidious Chapters 1,2,3.~ ♥ The Lost Boys. ♥ Cloverfield. ♥ The Fifth Element. ♥ Eragon. ♥ Pacific Rim. ♥ Evolution. ♥ Van Helsing. ♥ Mad Max: Fury Road. ♥ Stargate. (1994) ♥ San Andreas. ♥ The Purge. ♥ Poseidon. (2006) ♥ Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol/ Rogue Nation. ♥ 28 Days Later/ 28 Weeks Later. ♥ Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters. ♥ Tag. ♥ The fall. (2006) ♥ Ink Heart. ♥ Four Brothers. ♥ Alice. (2009) ♥ Hunky Dory. ♥ Bring It On: All or Nothing. ♥ Narnia/ Prince Caspian/ The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. ♥ X-Men: First Class/ Days of Future Past/ Apocalypse. ♥ Jumper. ♥ Pride. ♥ The Never Ending Story. ♥ Adventures in Babysitting. ♥ 10 Things I Hate About You. ♥ Footloose. ♥ The Rocky Horror Picture Show. ♥ The Decoy Bride. ♥ A Cinderella Story: Once Upon a Song. ♥ Hard Rain. ♥ Titanic. ♥ Girls Just Want to Have Fun. ♥ Wild Child. ♥ Now You See Me 1,2. ♥ Les Miserables. ♥ The History Boys. ♥ Waterworld. ♥ Red Lights. ♥ Spirited Away. ♥ My Neighbor Totoro. ♥ Wind River. ♥ Kiki’s Delivery Service. ♥ Mary and the Witches Flower. ♥ All I Wanna Do (Strike!) ♥ Taking 5 ♥ Inside Llewyn Davis ♥ Agora ♥ Fun Size ♥ Blue Crush 2 ♥ The Darkest Hour ♥ Ophelia ♥ Four Brothers ♥ County Strong ♥ Nerve ♥ Set It Up ♥ Prada to Nada ♥ High Society (German) ♥ Young Guns, Young Guns II ♥ Don’t Tell Mum the Babysitters Dead ♥ You’re Name ♥ Alita: Battle Angel ♥ Annabelle Comes Home ♥ Riot Girls ♥ Don’t be Afraid of the Dark ♥ La Bamba ♥ Just my Luck ♥ Mindhunters ♥ Class of 1984 ♥ The New Kids ♥ Drop Dead Fred ♥ Triple Dog ♥ Ella Enchanted ♥ Red Shoes and Seven Dwarfs ♥ The Lake House ♥ Green Book ♥ The Babysitter, The Babysitter 2 ♥ I met a girl ♥ The Devil all the Time ♥ Skyline ♥ Fright Night ♥ Clouds ♥ Love and Monsters ♥ Belle ♥ Bait ♥ The Village

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thegaylibrarian · 4 years ago

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My Top 100 Films & TV Shows

Here’s a list of my top 100 Films and TV Shows that I couldn’t live without and have had the biggest influence and best memories attached to them!

The Addams Family

Addams Family Values

An American Tail: Fievel Goes West

Anastasia (1997)

Batman

Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Bedknobs and Broomsticks

The Berenstain Bears' Christmas Tree

The Berenstain Bears Meet Big Paw

Big Business

The Boondock Saints

Can You Ever Forgive Me?

Captain America: The First Avenger

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

A Cat in Paris

A Charlie Brown Christmas

Coraline

The Dark Crystal

Destry Rides Again

Dog Day Afternoon

Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas

Ernest & Celestine

Fantasia

Fantastic Mr. Fox

FernGully the Last Rainforest

Follow that Bird

Fried Green Tomatoes

Frosty the Snowman

Frozen

The Goofy Movie

The Grand Budapest Hotel

Grease

The Great Mouse Detective

Gremlins

Guardians of the Galaxy

Guardians of the Galaxy, Volume 2

The Halloween Tree

Hocus Pocus

Hook

How the Grince Stole Christmas

Howl's Moving Castle

Isle of Dogs

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

Knives Out

Kubo and the Two Strings

Labyrinth

Lady and the Tramp

The Land Before Time

The Last Unicorn

The Little Drummer Boy

The Little Drummer Boy, Book 2

The Little Mermaid

Little Shop of Horrors

Loving Vincent

Mary and the Witch's Flower

Masters of the Universe

Matilda

Miracle on 34th Street

The Muppet Christmas Carol

A Muppet Family Christmas

Muppet Treasure Island

One Hundred and One Dalmatians

Practical Magic

The Princess Bride

Princess Mononoke

Read or Die

Rise of the Guardians

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World

The Secret of NIMH

Serenity

Sister Act

Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit

Sleeping Beauty

Song of the Sea

The Sound of Music

Super Troopers

The Swan Princess

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: Secret of the Ooze

Troop Beverly Hills

Watership Down

What We Do in the Shadows

White Christmas

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

The Wizard of Oz

American Dad!

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Firefly

Gravity Falls

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Joe Pera Talks with You

The Legend of Korra

Over the Garden Wall

Pushing Daisies

Rick and Morty

What We Do in the Shadows: The Series

#Lists #Film #Television #Movie List

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teaespensonawards · 6 years ago

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2019 T.E.A. WINNERS!

CONGRATULATIONS, award winners!

We would like to thank everyone who participated - every creator in the Rumbelle fandom, every person who sent in nominations, every nominee, everyone who voted. All of you made this T.E.A. season wonderful!

And it bears repeating, just in case anyone missed it. Every work on the ballot received votes.

Now! Without further ado, HERE ARE OUR 2019 WINNERS!

2019 T.E.A. Winners

FLUFF

Family Tuesdays at the French Theater, by @prissyhalliwell

Comfort Sleeping Arrangements, by @mariequitecontrarie

Fix-It The Life You Save May Be Your Own, by @thatravenclawbitch

Reunion Home Again, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Child Fic The Naming of Dinosaurs, by @worryinglyinnocent

SMUT

Kink Closing the Circle, by @emospritelet

Romance Gold in the Afternoon, by @nerdrumple

Comedy No Satisfaction, by @thatravenclawbitch

Threesome Love and Trust, by @emospritelet

Best First Time Dripping in Gold, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Afterlife Smut Coming Home, by @scribbles-by-kate

PWP Midnight Rider, by @maplesyrupao3

BDSM A Dozen Roses, by @ladybookwormwithteeth

ANGST

Why? Love Makes Us Sick, by @thatravenclawbitch

Death Belle and gold meet at grief counseling, by @lotus0kid

Oops Spoils of War II, by @bad-faery

Hurts So Good Enchanted Tales with Belle, by @bad-faery

ROMANCE

Best Date Bottle Episode, by @standbyyourmantis

Best Courtship Walking After Midnight, by @nerdrumple

Best First Meeting A Princess in Theory, by @elanorjane

GENERAL AWARDS

Best One-Shot Vows, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Drabble The Ornament, by @timelordthirteen

Best Post-Ep Fic Marigolds, by @mariequitecontrarie

Best Comedy Fic The Pages In Between, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Movie AU Life in Detail, by @ishtarelisheba

Best Book AU 221B Avonlea Street, by @wierdogal

Best TV Show AU Black Roses, by @ifishouldvanish

Best AU Inspired By Other Media This Secret is Safe, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Historical AU A Night to Remember, by @tinuviel-undomiel

Best AU Dark Heart, by @emospritelet

Best AU!OUAT Ties of Blood, by @thestraggletag

Best Series Alterations ’verse, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Holiday Fic A Card for Mr. Gold, by @timelordthirteen

Best Remix The House Keeper, by @b-does-the-write-thing

Best Crossover Fic Warmth and Desire, by @celticheartedfangirl

Best Dark Castle Mirrored Memories, by @mareyshelley

Best Storybrooke Kiss of Life, by @emospritelet

Best Travel A Life Worth Living, by @woodelf68

Best “Missing Years” Fic Who Says Dark Ones Don’t Dance?, by @ifishouldvanish

SPECIAL CATEGORIES

Best Golden Lace So a Lawyer Walks into a Bar, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Woven Lace Things Left Unsaid, by @emospritelet

Best Woven Beauty What the Heart Wants, by @mareyshelley

Best Rumbelle Poly Ship The Darkness Within, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Background Swanfire Bae, Emma, and Henry live in their car outside Belle’s library, by @lotus0kid

Best Side Pairing Ruby/Ariel, This Secret is Safe, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Afterlife Fic Coming Home, by @scribbles-by-kate

Best Crack!Fic Receipt in the Bag?, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Drama Fairy Tales & Happy Endings, by @standbyyourmantis

Best Supernatural The Darkness Within, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Creature AU Heavenly Bodies, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Unexpected Twist The Bartender, by @timelordthirteen

Best Dark One Lore Fic Forgotten Lore, by @thestraggletag

Best Bobby Squared Dark Halves, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Trope Swipe Right, by @standbyyourmantis

Best Meta Rumbelle Ethics, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Prompter @anonymousnerdgirl

EVENTS

Rumbelle Secret Santa The Great Storybrooke Christmas Bakeoff, by @spottytonguedog

Rumbelle Christmas in July No Satisfaction, by @thatravenclawbitch

May Day Menagerie Merfolk Rumbelle AU, by @nropay

Fluffapalooza Gideon chips the teacup, by @we-aim-to-misbehave

Monthly Rumbelle (Non-smut) Best Failed Date Ever, by @barpurplewrites

Monthly Rumbelle (Smut) Dreamy, by @mariequitecontrarie

Rumbelle is Hope The Domestic Life of the Dark One and his Lady, as Observed by Emma Swan, by @worryinglyinnocent

CHARACTER AWARDS

Best Belle Heavenly Bodies, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Dark One!Belle Through the Veil, by @theoneandonlylittlebird

Best AU Belle The Pages In Between, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Lacey Vodka and Peppermint, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Detective Weaver Vigilante Rose, by @elanorjane

Best Dark One Deseo, by @thestraggletag

Best Mr. Gold Dark Heart, by @emospritelet

Best AU!Gold/Rumple Closing the Circle, by @emospritelet

Best Spinner!Rumple Fractured Blue, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Woobie!Rum Hear Me Still, by @betweenpaperpages

Best Wish!Rumple Echoing Hearts, by @mareyshelley

Best Baelfire/Neal The Exchange, by @rumbellegem15

Best Gideon Lion!Gideon, Zootopia AU, by @thestraggletag

Best OC Rumbelle Child Olivia Rose Gold, Star-Crossed, by @celticheartedfangirl

RATINGS

Best of General Audience Handprints, by @timelordthirteen

Best of Mature Let It Snow, by @standbyyourmantis

ART

Best Fan Art Peace ooot Dearies, by @delintthedarkone

Best Cover Art All of Me, by @wizzygold

Best Graphic Art - Gifs Detective Weaver - Then and Now, by @virgidearie

Best Graphic Art - Still Images Teacup Garden, by @staypee

Best AU in Art Belle and Ogilvy, by @virgidearie

Best Fluff Art Where it allllll began, by @delintthedarkone

Best Angsty Art Not much longer to wait, darling, by @delintthedarkone

Best Smutty Art Love, by @virgidearie

Best Comic/Graphic Novel Belle Protects Rumple AU, by @nropay

Best Dark One Form Rumplestiltskin’s 5 different personas, by @ripperblackstaff

Best Use of Color Detective Weaver, by @ripperblackstaff

Best Video The Rumbelle Movie, by @poca-staks

Best Artist @nropay

BEST AUTHOR

@mariequitecontrarie

BEST NEW AUTHOR

@mareyshelley

BEST RUMBELLE FIC

Enchanted Tales with Belle, by @bad-faery

BEST ANYELLE FIC

Homecoming, by @emospritelet

BEST ANYEM FIC

The Worst That Could Happen, by @thatravenclawbitch

Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement Award

Each year, the Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement Award goes to a person who has done something spectacular in the fandom. Either by making people feel welcome, organizing events, or simply embodying the Rumbelle fandom as a whole. This year, the Lifetime Achievement Award goes to...

@standbyyourmantis

And last but definitely not least...

Newbie Spotlight

@sieben9 @idesignedthefjords @mareyshelley @shamelessrumbellefan @thespinningmeanie @shikoslady @elanorjane @a-tardis-at-downton

Welcome, new Rumbellers, to our delightfully filthy little corner of the fandom!

#the espenson awards #tea awards #rumbelle #rumbelle fic #rumbelle art #rumplestiltskin #belle french #anyelle #anyem

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jugandbettsdetectiveagency · 7 years ago

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The Serpent and The Swan - Ch.3

Thank you for your lovely comments on this fic so far <3 Sorry for the wait, I got a bit busy and this chapter didn't want to come easily! I hope you enjoy regardless.

Ch.1 / Ch.2 / Read on AO3

Betty winced as Ethel slid yet more pins into her unruly hair. Her scalp still tingled slightly from having slept in rags to form soft curls, her maid pining half of the locks up in an intricate twist, loose tendrils framing her face. Betty looked at her reflection in her hand mirror, wide eyes glossy and fearful. She pinched her cheeks and rubbed her lips together hard, attempting to get some colour to flood back into them.

“You’re trembling, Your Highness. Have you taken a chill?” Ethel asked in concern. Betty smiled warmly at the girl’s worried tone, her efforts only supplying her with a grimace instead.

“No, sweet one, I’m fine. Just nervous,” she added, the honesty so close to the tip of her tongue that it tripped off before she could bite it back. “Have you encountered any of the prince’s party yet?” Betty asked, hoping her question seemed casual, but ultimately knowing that Ethel was aware of just how afraid she was to meet her future husband.

“I saw them enter the castle. He looks… very handsome,” Ethel supplied hesitantly, not sure if she was overstepping her bounds by trying to offer the shaken princess some words of comfort. Betty pressed her lips together, the kind words offering her the exact opposite of reassurance.

She had been told tales of the prince’s good looks. He was said to look like his father in his younger, less tyrannical days. King Forsythe II was described to her as handsome, dark, and charming. While more weathered due to life’s unrelenting torments his lingering looks and unparalleled status allowed him to begin any affair he so desired – even while his wife was still alive, so Betty had heard through fast travelling castle gossip.

If the prince was as alike in demeanour as he was in looks to his father, Betty considered herself entirely helpless. The kiss she’d shared many months ago with Archie was her only exploration into a world otherwise kept from her. The soft fluttering of butterflies’ wings against the lining of her stomach had been the beginning and the end to her foray into the realm of sexual desire. She had been entirely ready to give her body over to the man who was to be her husband, knowing him to be a sweet and gentle soul. Betty practically told him as much by the way she sighed lustfully into his mouth. The memory of the unashamed action made her spine tingle with embarrassment now, aware that all of her firsts were being experienced by a dark haired beauty instead.

The Serpents’ reputation painted them as unbridled degenerates. It was no matter that they had one of the largest wealths of the five factions, because the way they obtained it spoke to a poverty of good character. They were thieves and nothing more. The men of the snake took whatever they wanted, whenever they pleased, spanning from the materialism of money to the sin of stolen virtue. Their brute strength and number was all that stopped them from being overthrown.

Betty raised her hand mirror to her face one more time, taking in her ashen cheeks and abysmal expression. Her free hand clenched subconsciously into a fist, the sharp sting of her nails breaking barely healed wounds causing her eyes to squeeze shut, a silent gasp slipping past her pallid lips. She placed the glass face down on her bedspread to keep her eyes from catching her reflection again. Images of the Serpent women she’d seen so briefly in all her years flashed behind her eyelids. They had dark, cascading curls the same colour as the coal flecks in their eyes. The orbs glinted with mischievous knowing as they trailed their skilful lips down the faceless prince’s neck, his hands clutching at their flawless, ivory skin.

Betty blew out a breath as her stomach lurched with the vision. Her chest tightened with longing; she wished Polly were here to guide her into this unsettling unknown that she was being plunged into. She had so many questions that propriety prevented her from asking, that loneliness left her with no one to ask anyway. She willed the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes not to fall.

“Princess?” Ethel’s panicked voice caused Betty to open her eyes, blinking rapidly against the dampness. The maid’s hand was half-raised, handkerchief clutched between her fingers like a white flag offering. Betty smiled sadly, taking the cloth from her and dabbing swiftly at the offending moisture.

“Ethel,” Betty began, voice catching on the thickness in her throat. The girl stopped, waiting patiently. “What is your experience with… men?” she finished, annoyed by the way her cheeks burned. The devoted handmaiden seemed to be the only one left with whom Betty could confide. She raised her hopeful eyes to the girl, finding Ethel burdened with a flush that mirrored her own.

“Very little, Your Highness,” she replied, gaze averted. Betty nodded, hiding her disappointed sigh. Even if she couldn’t offer advice, Ethel would always be a priceless confidant.

Betty rose and drifted over to the floor length mirror adorning the corner of her chambers. She looked at herself, green eyes still barely free from watering, the fleeting emotions bringing some of her rosy complexion back to the forefront of her features. Kevin’s gown had turned out beautifully; even while on her body she was aware of that fact. The lavender satin fell in soft pleats to her feet, the lowered neckline adorned with cream lace that lay flat against the curve of her breasts. Betty readjusted the bust, feeling a secret pleasure bloom in her chest at the outrage she knew her mother would long to express upon seeing the new cut of the dress that bordered on indecency. There was a reason she hadn’t allowed the Queen to see her garment before the ball, disguising the misdeed with the veil of wanting it to be a surprise, instead knowing that her mother would be unable to make a scene among so many of their friends and citizens. Allowing herself to picture the different shades of crimson Alice’s face would turn distracted her momentarily from her impending meeting.

“You look beautiful,” Ethel’s timid voice came from behind her, the girl’s face appearing over her shoulder in the looking glass. Betty willed a smile to her lips, watching at she tilted the corners upwards forcefully. Mastering the reluctant expression now would make it all the more easy when she had to finally address her new betrothed. She held the eventual smile for a moment longer, cementing the feeling into her memory so it could be replicated later. “The prince would be a fool not to love you.”

Her façade faltered. It was she that already felt the fool. She was an unsatisfactory, naive gift, wishing to be anyone but herself. But fantasies of a different life were wasted now, it was far too late to make her escape. She could hear the soothing notes of the orchestra playing by the orchard drifting up through her open window. The sounds of joyous chatter from the people gathered below clung to the wind, swirling higher in a jumble of contented sweetness that would make Betty’s heart sing if she weren’t so petrified of her next move.

It was time – she could delay the inevitable no longer.

Despite it all Betty was excited to step out of the shadows of the foyer and into the decorations of the Solstice festival. She had poured her passion into making this is the best one she had ever planned, finding it a welcome distraction from the true purpose of the event. The flickering of the newly lit lanterns flooded through the arched window, casting an orange glow across her face. The sunlight was fading fast, the colours of the twilight sky mirroring her own appearance.

Betty peeked tentatively into the courtyard, still shielded from view. It looked almost magical. The rich reds and purples of the decorations would increase in warmth as the hour latened and the firelight burned against the darkness of the night. The guests were joyous in their bountiful attendance. They congregated around the heaps of seasonal food the kitchens had been slaving away for weeks to prepare, sharing their gluttony with their fellow man. A carpet of scarlet velvet had been lain down in the centre of the square, beneath the densest arrangement of lights, to act as the dancefloor. Couples twirled and laughed heartily to the jig that was playing. Betty recognised the dance as one her father had shown her in her earliest memories; it was a thank you gift to the gods for the plentiful harvest they had brought upon the year. Dark, mahogany gondolas floated majestically on the river that ran along the length of the castle gardens, offering a shadowed retreat away from the boisterous party.

Betty moved shakily out of the doorway, emboldened by the spirit of the festival, onto the stone steps that lead down from the castle. Those nearby who noticed her presence turned to bow in politeness to the young princess, she nodding her head gracefully in response. Her eyes scanned the crowds as she glided further into the celebration. She heard the mumbled chatter of her people, commenting on her looks, her gown, an underlying sense of awe helping to relax Betty’s shoulders.

The Queen caught her eye from the corner where she was speaking with some members of the court, barely concealed fury blazing in her eyes and melting their icy depths as she looked over her daughter’s attire. Betty turned from her quickly, knowing that all it took was for her to be pushed into a secluded nook for her mother’s wrath to be unleashed. Somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped Kevin managed to avoid her for the next few days. She spun on her heel, colliding with something firm and losing her footing.

“Oh! I beg your pardon,” Betty hurried, leaning into the steadying hands on her waist. When she looked up she was met with impossibly dark eyes. Her breath caught as the word ‘snake’ branded itself into her thoughts.

“It is I that should be apologising, Your Highness,” the man replied, dropping his hands to fold into a graceful bow. His motions were smooth and rehearsed, the ease with which he moved causing the hairs on Betty’s arms to raise.

“Y-Your Majesty,” Betty stammered, quickly dropping into a curtsey before King Forsythe, if only to have an excuse to disconnect their gazes. A finger appeared beneath her chin, softly bringing her back up.

“Finally I get to meet the delight that my son is to marry,” the King said, appraising her with a distinct lack of subtlety. The princess bristled uncomfortable under the inspection. “It is a shame we couldn’t have been introduced sooner, given the union our families are about to share,” he continued. Betty couldn’t help but feel as if she was being chastised for something.

“Yes. Of course. I am sorry for the delay. You see, I’ve been so busy arranging the festival that I’ve barely had time to–” she rushed to explain. Betty had never been able to disappoint.

“And what a marvellous job it appears you have done,” FP interrupted her ramblings, widely gesturing to the splendour around them. His compliments still felt like a slightly shielded insult, and she couldn’t figure out why. Perhaps all his words sounded as such, Betty mused quietly, thinking that he must be so used to being unchallenged in his conversation. She stood a little taller.

“All in attendance are enjoying themselves, as you can clearly see,” Betty shot back, stunned by the firmness in her own voice. FP blinked in surprise, staring down at the frail young girl with a look that could only be described as impressed. This man was forcing her to wed his son without even having met; she suddenly felt no need to be liked by him. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” Betty trailed off, intending to leave his unwelcome company.

“Have you met him yet? My son?” FP asked, halting her in her tracks. Betty shook her head, curls bouncing around her face. The King smirked, raising a hand that was clutching a silver goblet, lifting one finger from the metal to point in the direction of the lake. “He’s over there. An introduction should be made.” His eyes hardened. “Sooner rather than later.” This time is was he who walked away, leaving her with an unpleasant taste in her mouth.

When she had collected herself Betty turned in the direction the King had indicated. It took a moment for her eyes to focus into the distance before she found the dark figure, nestled beneath one of the evergreens on the embankment. She edged closer to the prince, trying to discern his features in the low light.

He was tall – taller than her by some inches – and thin. His suit did a good job of concealing from her whether there were any lean muscles hiding beneath his olive toned skin, but she assumed there would be. Being a prince came with many duties, learning how to actively fight in case of any unsuspecting combat being one of them. Jet black hair adorned his head in waves, a few stray curls dangling enticingly over piercing blue eyes. Betty could see where he resembled his father, but Prince Forsythe must have adopted many of his mother’s features as well.

The princess felt a tingle spread across her heated skin. The young man was definitely handsome, she was not blind to the facts that lay before her. She watched the way his long fingers gripped the stem of his cup, bringing it to thin, downturned lips, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. For a moment Betty felt awash with betrayal at her sudden attraction before realising that this was the man she was supposed to marry. He was to be her husband, and she his wife. Feeling some kind of basic draw towards him should be considered a good sign, shouldn’t it?

Taking one last deep breath Betty began to march towards him, determined to make her presence finally known. Before any words could pass her lips a flash of copper darted forwards from her right, heading straight for the prince.

Princess Cheryl was one of the two Blossom children of the current rulers of their faction. With their unmistakable red hair and predatory gazes it was no wonder that their crest was a Tiger. Cheryl was currently reaching out with her cherry red claws, gripping onto the fabric of Forsythe’s sleeve and pulling herself closer.

Not again, Betty thought desperately, noticing the rising smirk on the prince’s face. She was to be a second choice again.

***

“Jughead,” Cheryl greeted as she stalked towards him.

“Cheryl,” Jughead returned with a smirk, resting the urge to roll his eyes at the seductive look the princess was attempting to shoot him. “Never a pleasure,” he murmured. Her painted crimson lips curled into a menacing grin.

“Oh, trust me. It would always be a pleasure with me,” she crooned, pulling herself closer to him. He didn’t shake her grip from his forearm, knowing that wouldn’t dissuade the young temptress. Clearly, Cheryl hadn’t been paying any attention when given lessons in decorum.

A little known fact to the other three factions, the Blossoms spent far more time with the Joneses than anyone but they knew. Although they garnered a reputation for being untrustworthy and scheming, none of the other rulers could ever find any proof of King Clifford and Queen Penelope’s underhanded deeds. Not that there weren’t any, as Jughead well knew.

While his father had keep him out of the dealings when it came to sordid specifics he was always there to greet King Clifford upon his arrival to Castle Fosse. This was something that happened more and more frequently in recent years, although off record as he had been lead to believe. Jughead didn’t know what FP and Clifford were doing behind the closed doors of the main chambers, wasn’t sure he cared to, but it always ended with warm smiles and firm handshakes, coy conversations of another job well done. The secret union between their factions had never sat well with Jughead, but he knew that unless he was in possession of all the facts – and the true reasons for the visits – there was nothing that could be done to end the affair.

However, to focus on his area of expertise, with Clifford often came Cheryl. As deceitful as she was beautiful, the fiery haired maiden had become a regular invader to Jughead’s privacy. Confident and assured, she hadn’t been shy about making her affections for Jughead known, him being the only figure she ever left her twin brother’s side for. Ever the gentleman, he had thanked her for her flattery while making his lack of reciprocation abundantly clear. Apparently uneasy to dissuade joined the list of attributes that made up the delight that was Cheryl Blossom.

“Cheryl, it’s impolite to stare,” Jughead told her, offhand, as he turned the page of his book while sitting beneath his favourite window in the library. She slid the blade of a letter opener down the flesh of the red-ripened apple in her hands, slipping the piece between her teeth.

“If you wouldn’t make the view so delightful…” she flirted back. Having grown accustomed to the tone of their conversations Jughead only chuckled, shaking his head as he returned his attention to the volume in his hand.

To Jughead the friendship she had enforced upon him was harmless – that is, harmless for now.

With all the conspiracy between the two families Jughead had been sure that their fathers would hurriedly attempt to marry their children off to secure an unbreakable blood tie, which is why the news of his engagement to Princess Elizabeth had come as such a shock.

“Have you seen her yet?” Cheryl asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Jughead looked into the liquid in his cup, swirling the contents round absentmindedly. He hated how unclear it made his head; he shook it in the negative. “I have,” she boasted. “She is quite the beauty, even more so than her sister. And the dress they have her wearing…” Cheryl bit her rouged lower lip. Jughead opened his mouth to scold her teasing.

“Prince Forsythe?” The voice rang out from a little ways up the incline he was standing on. The pair turned their heads, finding its owner staring down at them with a guarded expression. Jughead’s lips parted as he took in the woman before him.

She was unlike any of the women he had set his sights on before in his home faction. Her golden hair was lit from behind by the festival lights, shrouding her in the illusion of a halo. Her green eyes were hooded, thick, sooty lashes casting shadows on the apples of her flushed cheeks, plush upper lip slightly overlapping the lower one as if shielding it from intrusive kisses. His eyes traced down her up-tilted chin, raised in unsure defiance against him, across the alabaster skin that covered her chest, to the plunge in her bodice that revealed the mounds of her breasts. She was a revelation.

“Princess Elizabeth?” Jughead breathed, taken aback by the unfamiliar tightness clutching at his chest. Her hands clenched at her sides.

“How enlightening it is to finally make your acquaintance,” the princess bit out, offering Jughead a stiff curtesy. He straightened up immediately, responding with a curt bow, eyes never leaving her face.

“Yes, indeed. I hope you’ll accept my apology for–” Jughead stammered, starting towards her.

“I see you haven’t been enduring any loneliness in the wake of our introduction,” she said with an arched brow, eyes shifting over to Cheryl. The redhead licked her lips, folding her arms over her torso as she stood tall under Princess Elizabeth’s inspection. Jughead followed her gaze.

“Cheryl and I are old friends,” he explained with a small smile. To his surprise his betrothed huffed out an uncharacteristic laugh through her nostrils.

“Of course,” she murmured, finally dropped her eyes to the floor, causing Jughead’s brow to furrow in confusion. When she lifted her head again, her eyes were harder than before. “I trust that once we are married any continuation of your friendship will be kept discreet?” Jughead’s mouth snapped shut, hackles raising. He met her cold expression with his own, taking further steps towards her until his height exceeded her own. She swayed slightly but refused to move away.

“I see my father’s reputation had preceded me,” Jughead growled, unable to keep some of the venom out of his tone. He saw her flinch delicately. “Do not worry yourself, Princess. I feel our marriage will be conducted in such a way that suits the both of us.”

Jughead could feel the heat radiating from her skin as he suddenly became aware of the little space between their bodies. They had drifted together, pulled towards one another despite themselves. He felt his chin tipping towards her, her eyes flicking to his lips. Her sharp intake of breath snapped them both from their trance.

“I’m sure it will,” she mumbled, turning swiftly and marching away, disappearing into the crowd. He stood, cool air rushing to his frozen extremities. He jumped as a warm palm caressed his shoulder, lips coming close to his ear.

“Only love can breed true jealousy,” Cheryl whispered, amusement evident in her voice. “And I have never seen a girl more jealous than our dear Princess Elizabeth just now,” she laughed. Jughead absently pushed her hand away from him, scanning the rabble for Elizabeth’s soft glow.

He couldn’t stand her. Within a moment of meeting her she had betrayed her judgemental nature, her prim prejudices towards his homeland confirmed without more than a sentence of conversation.

He couldn’t wait to see her again.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead au #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty x jughead #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #bughead fan fiction #jetty #writing

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droo216 · 7 years ago

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ONCE UPON A TIME : the reboot by drew and menelaos

season 7, episode 10 : Swan Song

present : In the midst of the chaotic preparations for battle, Mary Margaret goes into labor. Emma does not want to leave her side, but Granny, Queen Ashleigh, and Sultana Linda volunteer to take care of her and help with the delivery. Chernabog’s forces invade the Land of Ever and the battle erupts. Emma is startled when she comes face-to-face with Graham Buchanan, leading to a shocking revelation: because Chernabog’s army is comprised of the spirits of the dead, the people of Ever must battle their own dead loved ones and former enemies. Ruby sobs as she fights against Ezekiel, the boyfriend she lost so many years ago, and Timothy finds himself taking down a line of his family members as he encounters the spirits of his father Maximilian, his mother Constantina, and his grandfather Hubert. Cynthia and Matthew find themselves face-to-face with their former rivals, Almira and Killian. Gabriel and Robbie struggle to fend off the revived Phillip and Aurora, and Archie holds his own against a haunting Ariel until Scott comes to help him. Luciana takes on her father, Midas, with her wife at her side, fighting off King George. Ivy and Matilda take on the spirits of twins David and James, and Regina’s current huntsman, Gerard, fights against her former huntsman, Graham. Emma and Ryan combine their powers as savior and portal jumper and create a bridge between the other magical realms – Matthew and Sylvia lead fairies and the Lost Boys from the Land of Never; Cynthia charges with Munchkins and flying monkeys swarming from the Land of Oz; Dryden and Slick lead jabberwockies, dodos, and a host of strange creatures from the Land of Wonder. King Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot, and the entire army of Camelot are soon resurrected to fight for Chernabog, and the people of Ever are losing. Henry grabs the attention of Matthew and Ivy and together they manage to take on Arthur; Henry wrestles the sword Excalibur away from the King of Camelot and takes it to Evelyn, who performs the same magic from all those years ago to imbed Chernabog’s soul within its blade – but this time without the curse that will pass along to his killer. Evelyn takes off, flying overhead and sending the spirits back to their graves, until Maleficent lashes out with her dragon fire, killing Evelyn. Her death releases Chernabog and the other former Servants from Bald Mountain, and things take a turn for the worse as they join the frey. Emma and Regina find each other in the battle, and they join their magic together to overpower Maleficent and blast her into oblivion. Chernabog is outraged and moves to attack Henry until Emma and Regina block him and take on the original Servant together. Henry manages to pass the sword Excalibur to Emma, and while Chernabog is distracted by Regina, Emma plunges Excalibur into his chest. Chernabog dies, and the spirits disappear with him, including Nathaniel. Gold, unwilling to be separated from his his son any longer, throws himself from the top of the highest tower of Castle Misthaven, bringing Marjanah’s prophecy to Regina to a conclusion. The battle is won. Emma, Regina, Henry, and the others return to Mary Margaret’s chambers to meet the newest addition to the royal family, Prince David II.

future : A few years down the road, newly-married Emma and Ryan awaken on the morning of Emma’s coronation as High Queen of the Land of Ever. At the ceremony, Emma thanks the people of Ever and congratulates them on the happy endings they have worked so hard to achieve as they have grown and evolved, rebuilding their realm with hope for generations to come. Matthew and Archie, Ivy and Matilda, Ruby and Cynthia, Ashleigh and Timothy, Scott and Linda, Scheherazade and Marjanah, Gabriel and Robbie, and so many others continue to live happily throughout the land. Queen Regina joins her husband and consort, Prince Gerard, and they watch as Henry reads his storybook to a small gathering of toddlers, including Mary Margaret’s son David, Ashleigh and William’s daughter Alexandra, Zoe and Annie’s daughters Tiana and Charlotte, and Ivy and Matilda’s son Eugene. Looking around at the new generation, Henry is reminded of Scheherazade’s second book – but vows to keep it a secret, at least for now. As part of Emma’s coronation ceremony, Emma and Ryan are sworn as protectors of the Land of Ever. They use their shared magic as the Last Realm Jumper and the Savior to create a bridge that unites the Lands of Ever, Never, Wonder, Oz, and even the Land Without Magic for the rest of time. At long last, they do, in fact, live happily ever after.

‘once upon a time’ stars : Salma Hayek as the Evil Queen/Regina Mills, Emily Rose as Emma Swan, Jaimie Alexander as Snow White/Mary Margaret Blanchard, Raphael Sbarge as Jiminy Cricket/Dr. Archie Hopper, Cate Blanchett as the Blue Fairy/Celestina/Evelyn Oxford, Daniel Gillies as Peter Pan/Dr. Matthew Llewelyn, Meghan Ory as Red Riding Hood/Ruby Connor, Sonequa Martin-Green as Cynthia Fogg, CJ Adams as Henry Mills, and Robert Carlyle as Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold

recurring stars this season include : Michael Fassbender as Chernabog , Idris Elba as the Sheriff of Nottingham/Lord Gerard, Chris Evans as Ryan Booth

guest stars include : Beverly Elliott as Granny, Gugu Mbatha-Raw as Queen Cinderella/Ashleigh Boyd, Freida Pinto as Sultana Jasmine/Linda Kaur, Richard Madden as the Huntsman/Graham Buchanan, Bob Morley as Ezekiel, Tom Hiddleston as King William/Timothy Rupert, Steven Waddington as Prince Maximilian, Katheryn Winnick as Princess Constantina, Derek Jacobi as King Hubert, Angela Bassett as Almira/Monique Hamilton, Santiago Cabrera as Killian Jones/Captain Hook, Max Irons as King Beau/Gabriel Barbot-Beaumont, Oscar Isaac as King Adam/Robbie Barbot-Beaumont, Noah Huntley as King Phillip, Rebecca Ferguson as Queen Aurora, Sophie Turner as Ariel, Avan Jogia as Sultan Aladdin/Scott Rao, Kylie Bunbury as Queen Luciana/Zoe Nolan, Mia Wasikowska as Queen Goldilocks/Annie Orleans, Peter Mensah as King Midas, Charles Dance as King George, Rose Leslie as Queen Robin Hood/Ivy Langland, Antonia Thomas as Queen Marian/Matilda Fitzwalter, Henry Cavill as Prince Charming/David Nolan/Prince James, Rose McIver as Tinker Bell/Sylvia Wren, David Dastmalchian as Nivens McTwisp/Dryden, Michael Pena as Thackery Earwicket/Slick, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as King Arthur, Ruth Negga as Queen Guinevere, Adetomiwa Edun as Sir Lancelot du Lac, Angelina Jolie as Maleficent

[ previously on once upon a time ]

#once upon a time #fairytaleedit #fantasyedit #ouatreboot #and that's our story folks #i cannot believe it's over #huge thank you to menelaos #who has been an amazing writing partner and so gracious and so forgiving whenever i made changes #also i have to thank amie and brenna and chris and especially conor and laura #who have reblogged so faithfully and given such wonderful feedback and speculation #you guys have really kept me going through this whole project #i'm so glad that it's complete but also a little sad that it's over #i hope you guys have enjoyed this ride and i hope this was a satisfying conclusion #thank you once more and good night!#tw: suicide

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arabic-langblr · 8 years ago

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Animated movies in Arabic

This post was inspired by @ainarstargo's question. Thank you!

Note : to find a movie, press Control+f then type the name of the movie you’re looking for.

Not all movies are available in Modern Standard Arabic, some movies are only available in the Egyptian Dialect but their sequel can be in Modern Standard Arabic and vice versa.

Note: to find a movie, press Control+f then type the name of the movie you’re looking for.

Not all movies are available in Modern Standard Arabic, some movies are only available in the Egyptian Dialect but their sequel can be in Modern Standard Arabic and vice versa.

Some of these sites have ads which are annoying, just be patient and click the link again if it’s redirected all the links work and the movies should play.

I. DreamWorks

Bee movie

Cloudy with a chance of meatballs

Cloudy with a chance of meatballs 2

Despicable me [Arabic sub]

Despicable me 2

Flushed away

Hotel Transylvania

Hotel Transylvania 2

Home

How to train your dragon

How to train your dragon 2

Ice Age

Ice Age 2: the Meltdown

Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs

Ice Age 4: Continental drift

Ice Age: Collision Course

Kung Fu Panda

Kung Fu Panda 2

Kung Fu Panda 3

Monsters vs Aliens

Madagscar

Madagascar 2

Madagascar 3

Megamind

Mr. Peabody and Sherman

Minions

Penguins of Madagascar

Puss in Boots

Shark Tale

Sinbad: Legend of the seven seas

Shrek [Arabic subs]

Shrek the third

Shrek: Forever After

Spirit

The Croods

II. Disney and Pixar

An extremely Goofy movie

Bambi

Bambi 2

Brave

Big Hero 6

Bolt

Brother Bear

Brother Bear 2

Cinderella

Cinderella 3

Finding nemo

Frozen

Frozen Fever 2015

Finding dory (the movie is mostly in MSA but with a little bit Egyptian dialect included)

Inside out

Mulan

Monsters University

Planes

Tarzan and Jane

Treasure Planet

Toy story

Toy Story 2

Toy Story 3

The Fox and the hound

Tigger movie

The Lion King II

The Lion King III

The Lion Guard

The Three Musketeers

The Wild

Ratatouille

Robin Hood

Valiant

Wreck it Ralph

Zootopia

III. Other movies

A monster in Paris

Astroboy

Anastasia

Asterix in Britain

Barbie and the magic door 2014 (mostly MSA with some Lebanese dialect)

Barbie and the Swan lake

Baribie and the magic door (2017)

Black beauty

Bartok the Magnificent

Border Town

Cinderella monogatari

Epic

Elena and the secret of avalor

Flipper and Lopaka the movie

Great women in the Prophet’s time (Islamic Movie)

Happily never after

Heidi

Hi no ame ga furu

Howl’s moving castle

Kubo And The Two Strings

Little Red Riding Hood (1995)

Lion of Oz

Mohamed the last Prophet (Islamic movie)

Monster House

Niko Flight To The Stars

Salman Al Farisi (Islamic movie)

The adventure of Tintin

The angry birds (2016)

The blind man’s daughter

The boxtrolls

The Sun of Egypt (Islamic movie)

The Nutcracker Prince (1990)

The pirate fairy

The Prince and the pauper

The Swan Princess

The Swan Princess 2 : the secret of the castle

The Secret life of pets

The snow queen

The peanuts movie

The Lorax

The Princess Castle

The Ice Queen

Over the garden wall

Planet 51

Rango

Rail of the Star - A True Story of Children

Rio (subbed)

Rio II

Sango-sho Densetsu: Aoi Umi no Erufii (Child of the sea)

Sleeping beauty

Violin in the starry sky

Who’s left behind

I. Disney and Pixar movies

101 Dalmatians

101 Dalmatians 2

An extremely goofy movie

A bug’s life

Alice in Wonderland

Aladdin

Aladdin : Jafar’s return

Aladdin and the King of Thieves

Atlantis the lost empire

Atlantis: Milo’s return

Beauty and the beast

Bambi

Brother bear 2

Cinderella

Cinderella 2

Chicken Little

Dinosaur

Dumbo

Emperor’s New Groove

Finding Nemo

Home on the range

Hercules

Lilo and stitch

Lilo and stitch 2

Mulan

Mulan 2

Monsters Inc.

Meet the Robinsons

Moana (this movie has a mix of Egyptian dialect and MSA)

Oliver and company

Peter Pan

Peter Pan : return to Neverland

Piglet’s big movie

Pinocchio

Princess and the frog

Ratatouille

Snow White

Lady and the Tramp

The aristocats

The Sleeping Beauty

The Lion King

The Lion King 2

The Lion King III

The Incredibles

Toy story

Toy Story 2

Toy Story 3

Toy Story Hawaiian Vacation

The tigger movie

The jungle book

The jungle book 2

The hunchback of Notre Dame

Tangled

Tangled: ever after

Tarzan

Treasure planet

The little mermaid

Wall-E

Winnie the pooh: the heffalump movie

II. Dreamworks

Horton hears a who

Madagascar

III. Other movies

Thumbelina

If there’s any other animated movie that I’ve missed and you would like to see please send me an ask and I’ll add it.

#if there are any broken links let me know #although I've tries them all and they are work #I won't be posting a grammar lesson this week #I spent all my energy making this list >////////<#arabic #disney #dreamworks #animated movies #references #dialects

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lamingtonladies · 7 years ago

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The Darkening Ecliptic – Ern Malley

Printable pamphlet here

These poems are complete. There are no scoriae or unfulfilled intentions. Every note and revision has been destroyed. There is no biographical data.

These poems are complete in themselves. They have a domestic economy of their own and if they face outwards to the reader that is because they have first faced inwards to themselves. Every poem should be an autarchy.

The writing was done over five years. Certain changes of mental allegiance and superficial method took place. That is all that needs to be said on the subject of schools and influences.

To discover the hidden fealty of certain arrangements of sound in a line and certain concatenations of the analytic emotions is the “secret” of style.

When thought, at a certain level, and with a certain intention, discovers itself to be poetry it discovers also that duty does after all exist: the duty of a public act. That duty is wholly performed by setting the pen to paper. To read what has thus been done is another thing again, and implies another order of loyalty.

Simplicity in our time is arrived at by an ambages. There is, at this moment, no such thing as a simple poem if what is meant by that is a point-to-point straight line relation of images. If I said that this was so because on the level where the world is mental occurrence a point-to-point relation is no longer genuine I should be accused of mysticism. Yet it is so.

Those who say: What might not X have done if he had lived? demonstrate their different way of living from the poet’s way. It is a kind of truth, which I have tried to express, to say in return: All one can do in one’s span of time is to uncover a set of objective allegiances. The rest is not one’s concern.

Dürer: Innsbruck, 1495

I had often, cowled in the slumberous heavy air, Closed my inanimate lids to find it real, As I knew it would be, the colourful spires And painted roofs, the high snows glimpsed at the back, All reversed in the quiet reflecting waters — Not knowing then that Dürer perceived it too. Now I find that once more I have shrunk To an interloper, robber of dead men’s dream, I had read in books that art is not easy But no one warned that the mind repeats In its ignorance the vision of others. I am still the black swan of trespass on alien waters.

Sonnets for the Novachord

(i.)

Rise from the wrist, o kestrel Mind, to a clear expanse. Perform your high dance On the clouds of ancestral Duty. Hawk at the wraith Of remembered emotions. Vindicate our high notions Of a new and pitiless faith. It is not without risk! In a lofty attempt The fool makes a brisk Tumble. Rightly contempt Rewards the cloud-foot unwary Who falls to the prairie.

(ii.)

Poetry: the loaves and fishes, Or no less miracle; For in this deft pentacle We imprison our wishes. Though stilled to alabaster This Ichthys shall swim From the mind’s disaster On the volatile hymn. If this be the norm Of our serious frolic There’s no remorse: Our magical force Cleaves the ignorant storm On the hyperbolic.

Sweet William

I have avoided your wide English eyes: But now I am whirled in their vortex. My blood becomes a Damaged Man Most like your Albion; And I must go with stone feet Down the staircase of flesh To where in a shuddering embrace My toppling opposites commit The obscene, the unforgivable rape. One moment of daylight let me have Like a white arm thrust Out of the dark and self-denying wave And in the one moment I Shall irremediably attest How (though with sobs, and torn cries bleeding) My white swan of quietness lies Sanctified on my black swan’s breast.

Boult to Marina

Only a part of me shall triumph in this (I am not Pericles) Though I have your silken eyes to kiss And maiden-knees Part of me remains, wench, Boult-upright The rest of me drops off into the night. What would you have me do? Go to the wars? There’s damned deceit In these wounds, thrusts, shell-holes, of the cause And I’m no cheat. So blowing this lily as trumpet with my lips I assert my original glory in the dark eclipse. Sainted and schismatic would you be? Four frowning bedposts Will be the cliffs of your wind-thrummelled sea Lady of these coasts, Blown lily, surplice and stole of Mytilene, You shall rest snug to-night and know what I mean.

Sybilline

That rabbit’s foot I carried in my left pocket Has worn a haemorrhage in the lining The bunch of keys I carry with it Jingles like fate in my omphagic ear And when I stepped clear of the solid basalt The introverted obelisk of night I seized upon this Traumdeutung as a sword To hew a passage to my love. And now out of life, permanent revenant I assert: the caterpillar feet Of these predictions lead nowhere, It is necessary to understand That a poet may not exist, that his writings Are the incomplete circle and straight drop Of a question mark And yet I know I shall be raised up On the vertical banners of praise. The rabbit’s foot of fur and claw Taps on the drain-pipe. In the alley The children throw a ball against Their future walls. The evening Settles down like a brooding bird Over streets that divide our life like a trauma Would it be strange now to meet The figure that strode hell swinging His head by the hair On Princess Street?

Night Piece

The swung torch scatters seeds In the umbelliferous dark And a frog makes guttural comment On the naked and trespassing Nymph of the lake. The symbols were evident, Though on park-gates The iron birds looked disapproval With rusty invidious beaks. Among the water-lilies A splash — white foam in the dark! And you lay sobbing then Upon my trembling intuitive arm.

Documentary Film

Innumerable the images The register of birth and dying Under the carved rococo porch The Tigris — Venice — Melbourne — The Ch’en Plain — And the sound track like a trail of saliva. Dürer: “Samson killing the Lion” 1498 Thumbs twisting the great snarl of the beast’s mouth Tail thrashing the air of disturbed swallows That fly to the castle on the abraded hill London: Samson that great city, his anatomy on fire Grasping with gnarled hands at the mad wasps Yet while his bearded rage survives contriving An entelechy of clouds and trumpets. There have been interpolations, false syndromes Like a rivet through the hand Such deliberate suppressions of crisis as Footscray: The slant sun now descending Upon the montage of the desecrate womb Opened like a drain. The young men aspire Like departing souls from leaking roofs And fractured imploring windows to (All must be synchronized, the jagged Quartz of vision with the asphalt of human speech) Java: The elephant motifs contorted on admonitory walls, The subtle nagas that raise the cobra hood And hiss in the white masterful face. What are these mirk channels of the flesh That now sweep me from The blood-dripping hirsute maw of night’s other temple Down through the helpless row of bonzes Till peace suddenly comes: Adonai: The solemn symphony of angels lighting My steps with music, o consolations! Palms! O far shore, target and shield that I now Desire beyond these terrestrial commitments.

Palinode

There are ribald interventions Like spurious seals upon A Chinese landscape-roll Or tangents to the rainbow. We have known these declensions, Have winked when Hyperion Was transmuted to a troll. We dubbed it a sideshow. Now we find, too late That these distractions were clues To a transposed version Of our too rigid state. It is an ancient forgotten ruse And a natural diversion. Wiser now, but dissident, I snap off your wrist Like a stalk that entangles And make my adieu. Remember, in any event, I was a haphazard amorist Caught on the unlikely angles Of an awkward arrangement. Weren’t you?

Night-piece (Alternate Version)

The intemperate torch grazed With fire the umbel of the dark. The pond-lilies could not stifle The green descant of frogs. We had not heeded the warning That the iron birds creaked. As we swung the park-gates Their beaks glinted with dew. A splash — the silver nymph Was a foam flake in the night. But though the careful winds Visited our trembling flesh They carried no echo.

Baroque Exterior

When the hysterical vision strikes The façade of an era it manifests Its insidious relations. The windowed eyes gleam with terror The twin balconies are breasts And at the efflux of a period’s error Is a carved malicious portico. Everyman arrests His motives in these anthropoid erections. Momentarily we awake — Even as lately through wide eyes I saw The promise of a new architecture Of more sensitive pride, and I cursed For the first time my own obliteration. What Inigo had built I perceived In a dream of recognition, And for nights afterwards struggled Helpless against the choking Sands of time in my throat.

Perspective Lovesong

It was a night when the planets Were wreathed in dying garlands. It seemed we had substituted The abattoirs for the guillotine. I shall not forget how you invented Then, the conventions of faithfulness. It seemed that we were submerged Under a reef of coral to tantalize The wise-grinning shark. The waters flashed With Blue Angels and Moorish Idols. And if I mistook your dark hair for weed Was it not floating upon my tides? I have remembered the chiaroscuro Of your naked breasts and loins. For you were wholly an admonition That said: “From bright to dark Is a brief longing. To hasten is now To delay.” But I could not obey. Princess, you lived in Princess St., Where the urchins pick their nose in the sun With the left hand. You thought That paying the price would give you admission To the sad autumn of my Valhalla. But I, too, invented faithfulness

Culture as Exhibit

“Swamps, marshes, borrow-pits and other Areas of stagnant water serve As breeding-grounds ...” Now Have I found you, my Anopheles! (There is a meaning for the circumspect) Come, we will dance sedate quadrilles, A pallid polka or a yelping shimmy Over these sunken sodden breeding-grounds! We will be wraiths and wreaths of tissue-paper To clog the Town Council in their plans. Culture forsooth! Albert, get my gun. I have been noted in the reading-rooms As a borer of calf-bound volumes Full of scandals at the Court. (Milord Had his hand upon that snowy globe Milady Lucy’s sinister breast . . .) Attendants Have peered me over while I chewed Back-numbers of Florentine gazettes (Knowst not, my Lucia, that he Who has caparisoned a nun dies With his twankydillo at the ready? . . .) But in all of this I got no culture till I read a little pamphlet on my thighs Entitled: “Friction as a Social Process.” What? Look, my Anopheles, See how the floor of Heav’n is thick Inlaid with patines of etcetera . . . Sting them, sting them, my Anopheles.

Egyptian Register

The hand burns resinous in the evening sky Which is a lake of roses, perfumes, idylls Breathed from the wastes of the Tartarean heart. The skull gathers darkness, like an inept mountain That broods on its aeons of self-injury. The spine, barbed and venomous, pierces The one unmodulated cumulus of cloud And brings the gush of evanescent waters. The lungs are Ra’s divine aquaria Where the striped fish move at will Towards a purpose darker than a dawn. The body’s a hillside, darling, moist With bitter dews of regret. The genitals (o lures of starveling faiths!) Make an immense index to my cold remorse. Magic in the vegetable universe Marks us at birth upon the forehead With the ancient ankh. Nature Has her own green centuries which move Through our thin convex time. Aeons Of that purpose slowly riot In the decimals of our deceiving age. It may be for nothing that we are: But what we are continues In larger patterns than the frontal stone That taunts the living life. O those dawn-waders, cold-sea-gazers, The long-shanked ibises that on the Nile Told one hushed peasant of rebirth Move in a calm immortal frieze On the mausoleum of my incestuous And self-fructifying death.

Young Prince of Tyre

“Thy ear is liable, thy food is such As hath been belch’d on by infected lungs” — Pericles

Inattentive, suborned, betrayed, and shiftless, You have hawked in your throat and spat Outrage upon the velocipede of thriftless Mechanical men posting themselves that Built you a gibbet in the vile morass Which now you must dangle on, alas. The eyeless worm threads the bone, the living Stand upright by habitual insouciance Else they would fall. But how unforgiving Are they to nonce-men that falter in the dance! Their words are clews that clutched you on the post And you were hung up, dry, a fidgety ghost. The magpie’s carol has dried upon his tongue To a flaky spittle of contempt. The loyalists Clank their armour. We are no longer young, And our rusty coat fares badly in the lists. Poor Thaisa has a red wound in the groin That ill advises our concupiscence to foin. Yet there is one that stands i’ the gaps to teach us The stages of our story. He the dark hero Moistens his finger in iguana’s blood to beseech us (Siegfried-like) to renew the language. Nero And the botched tribe of imperial poets burn Like the rafters. The new men are cool as spreading fern. Now get you out, as you can, makeshift singers: “Sail seas in cockles, have an wish for’t.” New sign-posts stretch out the road that lingers Yet on the spool. New images distort Our creeping disjunct minds to incredible patterns, Else thwarting the wayward seas to fetch home the slatterns, Take it for a sign, insolent and superb That at nightfall the woman who scarcely would Now opens her cunning thighs to reveal the herb Of content. The valiant man who withstood Rage, envy and malignant love, is no more The wrecked Prince he was on the latter shore.

Colloquy with John Keats

“And the Lord destroyeth the imagination of all them that had not the truth with them.” (Odes of Solomon 24.8.)

I have been bitter with you, my brother, Remembering that saying of Lenin when the shadow Was already on his face: “The emotions are not skilled workers.” Yet we are as the double almond concealed in one shell. I have mistrusted your apodictic strength Saying always: Yet why did you not finish Hyperion? But now I have learned not to curtail What was in you the valency of speech The bond of molecular utterance. I have arranged the interstellar zodiac With flowers on the Goat’s horn, and curious Markings on the back of the Crab. I have lain With the Lion, not with the Virgin, and become He that discovers meanings. Now in your honour Keats, I spin The loaded Zodiac with my left hand As the man at the fair revolves His coloured deceitful board. Together We lean over that whirl of Beasts flowers images and men Until it stops . . . Look! my number is up! Like you I sought at first for Beauty And then, in disgust, returned As did you to the locus of sensation And not till then did my voice build crenellated towers Of an enteric substance in the air. Then first I learned to speak clear; then through my turrets Pealed that Great Bourdon which men have ignored. Coda We have lived as ectoplasm The hand that would clutch Our substance finds that his rude touch Runs through him a frightful spasm And hurls him back against the opposite wall.

Petit Testament

In the twenty-fifth year of my age I find myself to be a dromedary That has run short of water between One oasis and the next mirage And having despaired of ever Making my obsessions intelligible I am content at last to be The sole clerk of my metamorphoses. Begin here: In the year 1943 I resigned to the living all collateral images Reserving to myself a man’s Inalienable right to be sad At his own funeral. (Here the peacock blinks the eyes of his multipennate tail.) In the same year I said to my love (who is living) Dear we shall never be that verb Perched on the sole Arabian Tree Not having learnt in our green age to forget The sins that flow between the hands and feet (Here the Tree weep gum tears Which are also real: I tell you These things are real) So I forced a parting Scrubbing my few dingy words to brightness. Where I have lived The bed-bug sleeps in the seam, the cockroach Inhabits the crack and the careful spider Spins his aphorisms in the comer. I have heard them shout in the streets The chiliasms of the Socialist Reich And in the magazines I have read The Popular Front-to-Back. But where I have lived Spain weeps in the gutters of Footscray Guernica is the ticking of the clock The nightmare has become real, not as belief But in the scrub-typhus of Mubo. It is something to be at last speaking Though in this No-Man’s-language appropriate Only to No-Man’s-Land. Set this down too: I have pursued rhyme, image, and metre, Known all the clefts in which the foot may stick, Stumbled often, stammered, But in time the fading voice grows wise And seizing the co-ordinates of all existence Traces the inevitable graph And in conclusion: There is a moment when the pelvis Explodes like a grenade. I Who have lived in the shadow that each act Casts on the next act now emerge As loyal as the thistle that in session Puffs its full seed upon the indicative air. I have split the infinite. Beyond is anything.

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