No, but what gets me in this movie

is that every woman is beautiful to Giselle.

Women who wear suits and aren’t cute and petite. Women with wide hips and large rear ends and small breasts. Women who are black and white and every other ethnicity she came across, I’m sure. Women with straight hair and natural hair and grey hair. Older women and middle-aged women and young women.

Everyone is beautiful to Giselle. There’s no reason anyone wouldn’t be beautiful. There’s no reason beauty should ever be just one thing, that being a princess should ever be just one thing.

Everyone is a princess to Giselle, and if one of the princesses politely corrected her and said they were a prince she’d probably nod earnestly and talk about how dashing and handsome they looked too.

Nailed it.



baby dragons that haven’t learned how to breath fire yet and just stumble around blowing smoke and trying to look as intimidating as their parents. dragon children that can’t control their fire and nearly set the entire forest on fire whenever they sneeze. teenage dragons whose voices crack whenever they try to roar. elderly dragons who gather the children around to tell them stories and blow smoke rings for them. dragons.





Sherlock and John + (tormenting) thinking about each other

The thing that really gets me about this is how *happy* John is. Look at that smile he’s fighting (not very hard)! This is definitely a turnaround— warm exasperation already!  In an odd way, for John, this is the private moment so many of us wanted for them; not in a restaurant, in front of strangers and his wife. Instead, it’s in his office, behind closed doors: John is so pleased. So *chuffed*— thinking about this a bit out of context, it’s as if he was a fair maiden and not a professional doctor with military experience. He *wants* Sherlock to do silly things like this… even though it was Sherlock’s silly approach that pissed him off so much at the restaurant. It’s not smooth sailing, but it’s moments like this— and in the train car— that actually convince me that of course, when the pressure’s off, John does know Sherlock isn’t a god but all too human. Under stress, yes, he reverts to treating Sherlock as if he’s a genie— but relaxed John seems to just expect Sherlock to act like a total wacko, and that’s okay. He likes that. It’s all fine.

Isn’t that just so ironic and painful?

It’s also clear that on some level John knows Sherlock wouldn’t give up, so he expects some… effort? I hesitate to say courting, but a sort of courting. When one considers Sherlock’s highly awkward behavior at the restaurant, the disguise and the silly mustache that went so wrong, and Sherlock’s attempts to laugh it all off in this context— imagine Sherlock thinking that this is what John likes. Because, indeed, it’s what John likes. He tried it again in the train car, and John’s helpless smile even in his anger and embarrassment was the answer.

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It’s what John likes.