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polarsirens · 1 year
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hey brennan what the fuck. what do you mean they can’t say his name anymore
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nightfaeses · 1 year
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"You ask why I had loved her,
I ask; how could I not?" ☀
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gruvu · 1 year
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The truth will set you free.. Or so they say. I cannot wait to be emotionally trampled guys. I haven’t watched the newest episode but I saw these screenshots and I am like “yes. Yes I am gonna cry over a frog and his future divorce.” 
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The Frog Prince, 1971
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Kermit the Frog and his nephew Robin
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vosveti · 7 months
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Frog chronicles part 2
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jamiecalledraws · 1 year
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He's like the best flawed character in the series! I love how murph plays him so well, I'm still hoping for a happy ending for Gerard and Elody!
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lizaluvsthis · 3 months
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I've awoken from my deep slumber.
Anyways! Yahoo! We've officially got the SMG3 and SMG4 Designs for The Frog Prince AU!
Collabs with @shygirl4991 and @alianarepasa !
Thank you for counting me in as part of the collaboration! It'd be tough on making detailed designs but fear not! Liz's here >:)
(I used to design my OC's supersuit before, so probably I can also handle this one as well I'm funziez to details)
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SMG3's OUTFIT!!!
[First photo Aly's debut design]
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SMG4's OUTFIT!!!
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Hope you guys get pretty hyped up with our brand new AU! We've been holdin back for a bit but there you go! ^^
Will get to see everyone's faces here just- jaw dropped XD
"Omg guys I didn't know there would be a Frog Prince AU in here :00"
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enchantedbook · 2 years
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The Frog Prince by Yu. A. Vasnetsov, 1971
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thefugitivesaint · 2 months
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Jessie Marion King (1875-1949), 'The Frog Prince', 1913 Source
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polarsirens · 1 year
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I do love you.
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radiocrypt-id · 1 year
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The Sacrifice of The Frog Prince
The book, The Frog Prince, has been renamed.
No longer is it about a rude little boy, punished by a stranger and cursed to be a frog until someone decides to love him despite his flaws. No. Now, it is as we know it, The Princess and The Frog. Now it is about a little girl who met a silly little frog deep in the woods while she was playing, who returned her precious golden ball and claims to be a prince from some such other kingdom. Now the story, in which the princess was a means to an end, a lesson to be learned and then dismissed, is about the Princess and her choice to befriend a silly little frog from the pond. She is no longer the "true love" made just for the frog, but he is hers. The Frog is nameless, as many creatures are, as many princes are. For their names aren't important, just their roles.
The Frog, always claiming to be a prince, that the shape he's in is temporary, as soon as someone loves him enough despite his being a frog. He could be a prince again, if someone would just love him. Of course, The Frog is bound by a rigid idea of what love is. Of what the witch thought love was. Of what the Authors decided Love meant for a silly frog. There are many types of love, but that love isn't enough, not for them. It must be True, and Pure, and Perfect. It must be Romantic, from a Princess, in The Frogs case. Otherwise, how would he learn?
But he never really learned anything. Not from his story. Only after its end did he learn to look at himself and what he was and how his actions had consequences. Only after he made friends and knew love; unconditional, platonic, layered and silly love, did he learn anything. His party doesn't care that he's a frog, they don't care that he's a coward or that he's scared or angry or lost. They scream his victories to the moon, they soothe his wounds, share his losses, support his growth, hold him accountable for his wrongs. They love him, well and truly, not despite being a frog, but because of who he is and the frog is part of him, so they love the frog too. And not in the hopes he will become a prince one day, no, they never expect to see him a handsome human man, they don't care about his appearance or potential status. They love the Frog, no matter how he is.
Upon reflecting, Elody also loves Gerard The Frog, not in spite of his froggy state, but because he brings her joy and is her friend. That is the unique part of their shared story, they do not meet already in love, they grow into it. They are friends first, unlikely companions, a Princess and her silly, gross frog. It is unfortunate, that once The Frog becomes the Prince, and the story is over, that he forgets that. He is so worried about being a frog again, because he assumes that his potential to be a Prince is the only reason Elody loved him at all, that he forgets that she loved him before hand. It isn't until his party and the adventures they take and the hardships they share that he realizes he was wrong. Elody never wanted a Prince, she wanted her Frog, and she got neither one.
His apologies and warnings to her were sincere, his love of her is genuine, just as the Authors wanted. He loves Elody more than anything, how could he not? She's a force to be reckoned with, even before the wars. The Frog is finally a Prince when he makes the sacrifice he should have made from the beginning. It doesn't matter if he's a frog, he loves Elody and, on some level, she loves him. And stars is he grateful for any kindness from her, for any amount of love or care from her, because he knows he doesn't deserve a scrap of it. It is a treasure, precious and adored, and he will honour it the best he can.
The Frog gives up his name, his humanity, every piece of him he thought made him worthy of a love he was promised upon his cursing. Because love is not that simple or easy, and that sort of love should not be hoped for. He frees Elody of the expectation, the requirement that she Love him, that she be made for him in some way.
The Frog loves the Princess, and so he gives the Princess her freedom. Not in the hopes she will choose him anyway, not so she may appreciate the change and call him her hero. No. The Frog wishes the Princess happiness, where ever it may come from. He loves her more than he fears being unloved or abandoned. If her happiness is her freedom, and he has the power to grant her what she should have always had, then he will. He does.
The Frog frees the Princess from his Curse, and it is his hope she will be happy.
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kabishkat19 · 9 days
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The Grimm Legends Pt.4
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The reoccurring characters…
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Once upon a time…
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It was peculiar how names stuck. The young King had been released from his enchantment, but people spoke of him as the Frog King still. And Heinrich, his most loyal and beloved attendant, they still called Iron Heinrich. Except that name they only used in hushed tones, where the King's young bride would not hear.
But it was faithful Heinrich who had gone to fetch their King home once he had found his bride, the Princess who had broken his curse. He had personally handed them both into the royal carriage and escorted them home. Home to the palace that had been such an empty, sorrowful place without its master and that was now filled with joy and impending celebration, as the royal wedding was prepared. And no one was as helpful or as thoughtful in all the preparations as Heinrich.
It was not many days before the King’s betrothed came to find him in his quarters. She was wearing the collier of golden baubles that the young King had given her as an engagement gift, an affectionate joke he delighted in very much, and Heinrich had never beheld a prettier woman in his life.
“You could have sent for me, Your Highness,” he protested. “If you had need of my services.”
But she shook her head and raised a hand, meeting his eyes with most uncharacteristic caution. “You have been very kind to me,” she said. “While you have so much reason to resent me. I know you are the only one the King has told about how badly I treated him.”
Heinrich bowed his head to hide a smile. “I assure you his version of the events dwelt only on your good qualities,” he said. “My master does not resent being flung against a wall for his impertinence. Far from it, if I have understood him correctly. He is convinced you would have thrown him whether he was a frog or a man, and he greatly admires you for it.”
The Princess’s eyes, so large and becoming, gazed at him without being much affected by the flattery. “But you would have treated him more kindly,” she said.
Heinrich could not answer that.
“It is true, is it not?” she said. “That you had the royal smith clasp three iron bands around your heart, to keep it from breaking while the dear King was a frog? I heard you tell him so as you drove us here, whenever they creaked so that it frightened him.”
“Only because they were breaking, Your Highness,” he said. “Because my heart was so glad that you had released him.”
“And yet you are not happy now,” the Princess said. “And neither is he.”
And Heinrich, who had made ready to protest with all the practice of a courtier, instantly fell silent.
“He is not happy when you stand silently by to attend him and will not come nearer,” she said gravely. “And almost every evening he comes wandering to my quarters to speak to me. And he calls his chambers lonely, as if there was some accustomed comfort missing there.”
“His happiness will be secured then,” poor loyal Heinrich said. “The moment that you marry.”
The Princess frowned, and it was a stubborn frown that betrayed a temperament that her royal upbringing had only ever managed to mask. “I do wish to secure his happiness,” she said. “And I shall love being his wife. But if I love him, and I do, I must not be so blind as to think I am the only one to bring him happiness.”
Heinrich looked at her in amazement and the Princess, to his astonishment, placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Dear Heinrich, his dear Heinrich. I do hope that in time you may be my dear Heinrich as well. But for now, it is late, and I have letters to write. I suggest you make sure that my betrothed does not need to disturb me this evening before bed. Or I shall scold you both for it.”
And Heinrich, for what else could he do, bowed his flushed head and said: “Yes, Your Highness.”
The Princess smiled again. “That will do for now. We shall talk some more once I am mistress of this court and of your master.”m
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