The Duck Pond

My little nook of insanity

Disney Parks + animated outfit study

(Source: petitetiaras, via disneyfrozen)

ask-ahiru:

……….

He said not to ever try it again. And that if I did, all the bread was gonna disappear from the pantry for a week…

ask-ahiru:

……….

He said not to ever try it again. And that if I did, all the bread was gonna disappear from the pantry for a week…

kaleigh-marie:

iluvatardis:

polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

                             (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

This gave me chills like twice

(Source: jamesfrancos, via definitionofdisney)

Jelsa Rant

Let me tell you why I’m not a huge fan of “Jelsa”. Now, I really like the idea of Elsa and Jack together, but.. Some accusations made by the shippers makes me really dislike it. It doesn’t even make sense to me that they’d even be a couple now.
Picture this.
You’ve known this child that was basically family to you your entire life. And you always would be there for them, and play with them, and make sure they’re content. Like any child would want to be. But as they grow older..
You start to have a liking for them?
Now, that’s where things kind of tip the scale for me. I think Jelsa would be a much more successful ship if Jack and Elsa hadn’t related before she became The Snow Queen. Or, Elsa had stopped believing in him after a certain age, causing their interactions to be limited only to that “child” age group.
I mean, out of all the ships out there, I think Helsa would make the most sense, to me, at least. And before you can say it, yes, he tried to kill them, but hear me out for like, three seconds. People are driven by different things, in different times in your life. Hans wanted power, sure, and his thoughts were driven with the thought of power behind it, doing anything (including murder) to achieve his dream of being King. But, let’s consider after Frozen’s film timeline. What if Hans had cleared his head, and begun to think more clearly? I never really liked the Disney stereotypes. I think people are more complex than just having one emotion. A villain, for example. Throughout the entire movie, they all display a certain drive, whether it be anger, or depression, or revenge. But.. We all get that way, don’t we? Why doesn’t Disney display the other emotions of a villain? They were (maybe even are) good, sane people. At some point in their lives, they felt genuine happiness. And I believe, after all Hans did, he repented his ways and tried to regain the respect of the Citizens of Arendalle.
Also. Jack is an immortal being, right? He’s been around for a good long time. Quick tangent. I never really liked Twilight due to the fact that Edward was nine hundred years older than Bella. It’s like dating a pruny old man in a sparkly vampire body. I feel the same with Jack and Elsa. He’s so much older than her. I seriously don’t mind an age gap, but like, five years, tops.
And lastly.. They don’t even look good together. I’m sorry, man, I see Jelsa everywhere and I need to just get it out. They come from two extremely different styles of animation, and the different sized eyes weird the crap out of me. Even though they share hair and eye colors, they just.. Physically do not compliment eachother. So, in conclusion, I think Jack and Elsa should have an intimate relationship.. But in a brother-sister sort of way, especially when considering Jack knew her his entire life, seeing her grow from a baby to a strong adult. Seriously, no one else considers that weird?
Dunno. Late night rant.

amissapanda:

WHAT IF every time Fakir tried to insult/say a bad word, it was replaced by something RIDICULOUSLY CUTE/SWEET/CORNY?

trixystix:

i’ll look around for fic! as for prompts, hmm. the main four on a double date?

Thanks for the prompt!  :D Hope this is okay.

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"… Why the hell are you looking at me like that?"

Prince Siegfried cleared his throat, reaching up to hide the tiny smirk on his lips.  ”Like what, Fakir?  I don’t know what you mean.”

"You know what I mean."  And it never ceased to throw Fakir off-balance with how utterly observant Myth—Prince Siegfried turned out to be.  And the prince’s penchant for subtly rubbing it in.  Dammit, was this entire outing going to be like this?

The two men were quite a sight to behold, though—both handsome in different ways, casually waiting by the swan-drawn carriage for their ladies, standing dignified and poised in a way only polished dancers could, one in white, the other a deep, dark blue.  They seemed above anything petty, Fakir calm and introspective, Prince Siegfried regal and warm.

But if any of the passing servants listened carefully, they’d hear Prince Siegfried’s chuckle of amusement and the low grumble from Fakir’s throat.

"You’ve fallen in love.  Am I not allowed to feel joy on your behalf?"

Fakir wasn’t accustomed to him feeling anything.  ”More like at my expense.”

"Love is a precious thing, Fakir," the prince said, straightening his gold-trimmed tunic.  The amusement and mirth dimmed in his golden eyes as his tone turned whimsical.  "Tainted or pure, love itself can change the world.  Just as it’s changed yours.  And I cannot think of two people more deserving of such a feeling as you both."  He turned to Fakir, his smile gentle.  "You two have given us hope.  Let me revel in your happiness, as yours is mine."

The harsh lines of Fakir’s expression softened.  ”It’s not … that big of a deal.  But thanks.”  Fakir turned toward the swans of the carriage, stepping forward to brush through the white feathers.  Those two girls sure took their sweet time.

"So, when will you two marry?"

When Fakir tripped over his own feet with a startled yelp, Prince Siegfried bit back a very undignified snort.

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