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Pull the lever, Kronk!

Have you ever liked a villain more than the hero? Who and why?

1. Yzma had every right to be upset. She literally ran the empire, and she practically raised the boy, only for the brat to pink-slip her without a warning. 100% understandable crash out.

2. Ursula was very upfront about the “poor unfortunate souls” situation. There was a song. Conversations were had. Miss Princess was literally told.

3. Maleficent was very ready to forgive and forget. Then King Stephen & Co. had to go and be disrespectful. Naturally, everyone got hexed. Zero surprise there.

Finally, all three powerful ladies are excellent Mages in their own right. They also have a wicked sense of humour, and each one has impeccable style.

I will take no further questions on this matter.

#dailysnark

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Surprise me

Who are your favorite artists?

Um, which art? And which genre?

Books – Movies – Music – Paintings – Dance – Artisans – ?
There are so many arts to choose from, the number of incredible artists are too many to count.

To me, fave’s come and go. Some turn out to be deeply problematic, if not monstrous, others were a fave for a particular time (teens, twens, that one time while traveling, etc.). Some are constants, though the reasons may change over time.

The gauge is surprise. Whether pleasant or thought-provoking: Surprise me. Make me think. Tug at particular heart strings, without manipulation. Observe something interesting. Tell me something I don’t already know. Reflect on something unexpected. Do something wonderful. Show me your experience of the world we both see.

Art is such a sublime thing, uncontainable and uncontained, any artist who can catch that “spark of divine fire” is worth praise.

#create

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*John Malkovich scowl*

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

Why are you here? Ah-ah-ah. Don’t move. Don’t move. You move, I get nervous because I don’t know what you’ll do, and you know what will happen then? Things will get messy. You don’t want that. So, again. Why are you here? No, Matthew, this is not about me. It’s about you. Why are you here? Just answer the question, Matthew. Na-ah-ah. What did I say about moving. There you go, moving again. Why aren’t you answering the question? The question, Matthew. See, now you’re making me nervous. And I told you, Matthew, don’t make me nervous. Now, things are going to get messy. All because you couldn’t answer a simple question, Matthew. *sigh* You disappoint me. *click*

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Ye Olden Dayes

Do you remember life before the internet?

Reading without distractions.

Owning things: books, music, movies.

That particular silence outdoors.

Clothes that lasted.

Postcards.