I realised that the plot of AOT Season 3 Pt. 1 is roughly the plot of Toy Story 2.
Think about it…
~ The main character gets kidnapped due to a tie-in importance of them.
~ The rest of the supporting cast need to go on a rescue mission together while discovering new things along the way.
~ The kidnapper is just a minor antagonist to the true one later in the story.
~ There’s a female character with a sad backstory revealed and later on have their ideals flipped around near the end.
~ The main character troubles with their insecurities only for the side cast to pass advice, leading them to overcome them.
~ Short, chubby men are the true villains of the stories.
~ The most badass characters are badasses as usual.
~ Made a big impact on the world building and the fan bases.
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I might be stretching it a bit but I can’t help but see the similarities. If there’s anything I miss, pls let me know. 👍
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The Autism Allegations
Made a bet with my significant other on whether my ASD evaluation would come out autism positive (the partner's stance) or autism negative (my stance). Evidence for both sides is as follows:
Autism Positive
- "Your Entire Existence" - quote from partner
- Everyone else thinks I'm autism sus
- ADHD test came back as 3/5; some traits but not enough for a clinical diagnosis
- Liked trains as child
- regularly uses chew toy
Autism Negative
- Will the doctors know what they're talking about?
- I've never met the medical stereotype fully
- And even if I did, those idiots somehow missed me with how obvious everyone says my supposed autism is.
- I could just be weird
We staked 30 of our hard earned, american dollars on this bet.
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It was, of course, George who expressed the sentiment.
“Of course, Drew, of course, it took you less than three months.”
(She also mutters under her breath about how if she’d held off eight more weeks she’d have won a ton of money.)
But five months would have been impossible. Even three months had felt like forever to Nancy. A short eternity. An eternity filled with sex and snuggling and breakfasts and movie nights and her friends and dads’ gentle ribbing and more happiness than she could ever remember feeling. Still, an eternity. She’s sure some would say they moved far too fast. She was, after all, not even 21, and while they were practically living together and were certainly planning on forever, getting married before she could legally drink did sound like a crazy idea to many.
But the way they had looked at it, they’d been apart. They didn’t want to be apart anymore, not for a moment longer. And they were soulmates, both planning on forever, so why wait just to wait?
If he hadn’t proposed, she knows she would have. And it was so them, right after a banishment ritual, her hair still windswept, his fingers digging into her sides as he held her back from the spirit that had threatened to carry her away.
She had turned to face him, and he’d been looking at her with this light in his eyes, a light she had never seen before.
“Nance,” he had gasped. “Nance, marry me.”
She surged up and kissed him, and again, they didn’t need any words. They never had.
I choose this, she had said to Temperance. And she did. And she would, she’d choose him anywhere, anytime, in any lifetime.
From there, they’d made it five days.
(Realistically, that was for Bess’ sanity, because the amount of permutations on five days to plan a wedding, are both of you bloody insane that they’d heard in that time period necessitated at least a few days between engagement and wedding.)
It was perfect. It was beautiful. It was just them, at the waterfront, their friends in attendance, her dads walking her down the aisle (Ryan had definitely cried when she’d stressed she wanted him there too). Nick marries them, a smile on his face and a few secret glances at George that none of them miss.
There is never a question of where the honeymoon will be, but it does take them a few months to save up.
And then they’re there, living out her dream, and it feels like it is indeed a dream, too good to be true, too blissful to have come out of the last few months. They recreate her parents’ honeymoon photo, Ace’s arm slipped around her waist, his lips pressing into her cheek, Nancy trying valiantly to hold back tears, and she can feel both her mothers with her as much as if they had been physically standing there.
And so, three months after the banishment of a curse that Nancy Drew had thought damned her entire life, she tips her head back onto her husband’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of Paris around her, and she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that George was right all that time ago, that love was the most human of all things.
(Of course, the story doesn’t end there. The adventures ahead, good, bad and otherwise, come fast for Nancy Drew Hardy, in a future she knows will begin as soon as she sets foot in Horsehoe Bay again, but that’s okay, because it’s a future they get to have, and they get to have it together.)
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