#girl quirky) on land before her wedding to Eric

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So, I was just looking for a Snow White gif set, and I came across quite a few posts expressing displeasure about Rachel Zegler’s flippant attitude to the original Disney film. And while I agree she was being a bit glib, you have to remember, it’s all about playing it up for the camera. Maybe her manager told her to push a love-to-hate-it angle. Who knows. Disney is still trying to work that little bit of feminism that is truly marketable but is ‘safe’ in their standards.

But what irritates me is that those posts immediately delve into the history and animation of the work in the film. As an artist, I totally respect the work and success Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs was in 1937. It’s a beautiful piece, to be sure.

And Snow White was kind of modern for the movie’s supposed setting and time period! She has a bob! It’s easily demonstrated and acknowledged by the audience how hard she works, in both the castle and the cottage! She’s a upper class woman who manages to stay chaste despite living with, horror among horrors, seven unmarried men!

But, come on. She was relatively safe, barely pushing the envelope, in 1937. Women were in factories, wearing pants, and were still actively fighting for their rights at the time. All while weathering the Great Depression!

Films like Mirror Mirror and Snow White and the Huntsman have already done more-feminine-modern takes on the tale. But Zegler isn’t wrong. If the original film’s story, no changes, came out today, it would be disappointing to a lot of feminists. So if you’ve watched the other live action Disney princess films, I’d say don’t knock the Snow White one just yet. It might actually offer something new but nice to more modern feminist audiences.

Just please don’t forget that something can be wonderful in one way and meh in another. The original film was an artistic masterpiece, but wasn’t the be-all end-all of feminism in the 30s. Check out this film, for example.

And hey, this is the webbed site of anxiety. You’ve all probably said things you regret, whether you ‘deserve’ to regret it or not. Don’t forget actors can make mistakes too. They’re human.

#Snow White #trust me I love the already-out there modern live action remake Mirror mirror #but I think you guys are being harsh #Ann Vickers #snow white 2024 #what I liked best about the new little mermaid film was that we still got to see Ariel’s thoughts and passions (without it just being pixie #girl quirky) on land before her wedding to Eric #the expansion of her motivations #and a bunch of other little things that made it different from the original #I wouldn’t have seen it multiple times if it was just a carbon copy #my only complaint was that under the sea should’ve been a chorus song #some animals already sang! #but in any case I loved it #the parts I loved about the other live action Disney princess movies were the things they changed too! (mostly) #I enjoyed Belle actively using her book knowledge to invent #I like Cinderella having that one last conversation with tremaine and still managing to walk away fine and strong #maleficent’s new relationship with aurora was excellent #we got to see jasmine’s internal life richer and better than ever #and for all it’s faults I do appreciate that they tried making Mulan a warrior who didn’t have to hide her womanhood #I do think the Little Mermaid did it best though #so all in all #I think the new Snow White has potential

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Black Out Days.

Prologue:

Burning Cottage, 13 Years Ago

The small solitary cottage at the end of Linacre Lane was on fire. You probably have already guessed that given the title. Just know that the fire was an accident, that had started as an act of bravery that didn’t end so well. According to news reports; the blaze was due to a faulty boiler in the downstairs cupboard, though if you ask me I’d say the fire’s origin was the burning corpse splayed on the coffee table in the first room. It was a perverse transformation from the happy family home it had been when Markus last visited, two days ago. He marked his return by using his attacker as a battering ram on the quaint wooden front door.

In contrast to its residents, the house had been simple and pleasant, mostly furbished in oak and decorated with needless, but no less pretty little knick-knacks. One word that comes to mind that you wouldn’t have found on the owner’s description of the cosy cottage for two, would be flammable; and considering the occupation of the young couple renting and the dangers in which they were fleeing, one would think they would have noticed this.

The smoke had not reached the amount to dim the light of the mocking flames reflected in the many picture frames that lined the mantle. Pictures of young friends laughing, a happy couple on their wedding day and again in a hospital room; smiling proudly at the new born in their arms.

It was the screams from above that caught his attention which was all the beast needed, growls tore from it as it came upon him; claws raked his chest whilst he fought to keep the distance between his throat and possible death. Hungry red eyes reflected his own terrified face. When it was alive it might have been a twenty something girl, auburn haired and quite pretty. The creature froze mid-snarl, the crimson glare depleted from its eyes as it imploded around the stake thrust into its chest. Ash rained down as he leapt up ready for another attack, but instead of the tortured face of a long dead monster, what he glimpsed was far worse.

Ignoring the living room, much like the official police report, he made his way to the cottage’s kitchen; it was charming in its decor; the kitchen had as assumed, an oak worktop, quirky, duck egg blue kitchen units, an on-set sink and possibly the only modern thing, an old fridge, which was cramped into the corner of the already cramped kitchen. The place was a mess, the blood that spattered the cupboards only added to the horror of the body he found lifeless on the cold grey tiles. It was the woman from the photographs, throat mauled as if an animal had been at her. He staggered towards her, heavy with the numbness that accompanies violent atrocities. His shaking hand brushed the hair back from her brow, her skin was still warm, his eyes watered, whether from grief or smoke, but he did not cry. Straightening he noticed that he was standing in the growing puddle of blood spouting from her injuries. He visibly shook himself, now was not the time, clenching his hand around the stake, he left what was left of his friend and raced up the stairs two at a time.

The fire had now spread to the second floor. He followed the sound of the child’s screaming and used it to navigate his way through the smoke permeating the upstairs landing. Without hesitation, Markus raised his right leg and kicked in the bedroom door immediately saw the predator as it ran at him. He allowed the thing to tackle him onto his back and using it’s own momentum to flipped the position till he was straddling it and through the wriggling he drove his stake home. He got up and stumbled to the wardrobe where the crying was coming from in the farthest corner of the children’s playroom. The door of which was splintered under the constant attempt to break in. The man gently pried the panels away and the hysterical girl almost toppled out, in her arms she clutched the crying swaddle of blankets protectively.

“Shhh, Amy? You remember me, right?” He tried to soothe her. “Are you and Eric okay?”

The frightened child nodded in distress, trembling from her own sobs as she rocked her baby brother to calm his. “Where’s my mummy and daddy?”

“They had to go away; I can take you some place safe okay? You need to come with me right now. I can carry him for you.” He opened his arms and at first, she seemed reluctant but she did as she was told. He had gotten them out and safe in his car, distant sirens of approaching vehicles drifted down the lane just as the windows exploded outwards, showering his car in glass, I did tell you the boiler was faulty, he put his foot down hard and the wheels carved paths into the gravel drive as he sped away.

It was late the next morning when he drove through a tiny coastal village. He took directions from the map in the village square. Around noon was when he woke little Amy in his back seat, she looked at him through heavy lidded eyes as he gently helped her climb out.

“I want my mum.” She murmured tiredly.

“I know but she would want you to be a big girl for her, wouldn’t she?” The girl nodded and it nearly broke his heart.

“Now you need to look after Eric, he’s going to need his big sister.” He kissed her on the head and rang the doorbell. Hopping back into his car, he made sure the door opened before he drove off; opening the glove box expertly while keeping an eye on the road, he searched for his phone. They needed to be told what had happened.

#story #vampire #horror #action #it gets better #hopefully #supernatural #killing things #dramatic