actually i'm not done gushing about the animation in this scene, LOOK HOW SMOOTH, HOW GOOD THE CHOREO IS!!! LIKE VISUAL BUTTER
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“Representation” this, “Disney’s First Gay Character” that, “Queercoded Disney Villain” my eye, Disney had its first gay character in 1942 and y’all better be putting some RESPECT on my boy’s name--
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Stede not flinching shooting a gun wearing his fancy outfit is just 🤌🏻
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I think… maybe Jason just deserves someone who crushes on him hard and doesn’t make an attempt to hide it, like “giggling, kicking your feet, thinking he’s funny even though what he said is definitely not funny” level straightforward.
He is startled by it at first, finding it strange even. But eventually, he grew to like the way that it doesn’t matter who you are talking to just before, you always beam when he shows up and undoubtedly leave the other person standing there waiting while he has your complete attention.
He isn’t used to people making it clear that they are happy to see him, let alone preferred over all the other people you could have instead.
And it makes him feel all mushy inside, all tingly and warm and borderline uneasy to be someone’s favourite.
It cannot be explained why you are so attracted to him but you just are, freezing in place and groaning into your hand because he’s just so hot and for what even though he has done practically nothing extraordinary.
But it’s a crush, and crushes don’t have to make sense, and it fills up a hole he has long forgotten is there at the feeling of being wanted without having to prove he deserves to be.
“I just… I don’t know,” you mumble into your palm, eyes curling into crescents as you try to hide your stupidly wide smile when he brings it up, because god he notices and it’s so embarrassing but he’s talking to you, “there’s just… something about you I guess, I’ve never acted like this with anyone else.”
And I think maybe he should get to feel special sometimes too.
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Being loomed over. Receiving little flirty comments from someone a hundred times your size. Your difference in size and power is nearly indescribable - you can barely comprehend how large they must be even as you look at them. Their voice comes out as a low rumble, their body moving slower than normal due to the dilation of time caused by their size (or, perhaps, your size), and as their hand reaches down towards you impossibly slowly, you still cant escape it, in all of its vastness. A finger taller than you are poking you in the stomach and causing you to nearly topple over. The larger is on another plane of existence, in a way. But as they look down at you with such infatuation, regardless of your survival instinct telling you to run, your pounding heart, and your trembling form, you feel oddly safe. Its nice to be doted on a little. To be observed by eyes larger than your torso. To be treated gently by something that could crush you like a bug. To be loved by something beyond comprehension. Erm. Yeah.
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