you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started
Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself. So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out, the dog’s having a seizure and I still got half a pie left.
i feel it necessary to reblog since i just read that whole thing
I finally know where I belong.
#poor meg. she’s not even angry or disappointed #she knew this would come and while she still loves and trusts herc #she doesn’t think she’d ever compare to a life up on olympus with the other gods #she’s used to being replaced by bigger and better things. she doesn’t know what it’s like to be first choice #but then herc…that big lovable goofy dork #HE CHOOSES HER #he gives up his LIFE LONG DREAM to be with meg instead #i love herc so much. no one really talks about him #hercules #Disney
These tags are perfect and I really wish the audience would acknowledge the value of similar sacrifices made by female characters (*cough Ariel cough*) as well rather than condemning them for supposedly being “selfish, obsessive and leaving a family behind” while considering the same gestures romantic, epic and overwhelmingly beautiful when coming from a man. But yeah, too much unrelated rambling. Hercules and Meg are precious.
Herc is my main man, yo, but his situation was WAY different from Ariel’s.
Ariel actually had a family that she knew and loved in Atlantis while Hercules had only ever had brief exchanges with his “father.” He already had a whole life built on Earth when he chose to stay with Meg.
Hercules’ dream was to become a god because he felt alien and out of place on Earth. Yeah, he stays for Meg, but that not the point. The point is that he finally found a way to fit in NOT by running from his problems, but by embracing who he was and becoming the best version of himself. Meg was a part of that, because she loved him for who he was, and not because he was a god.
Ariel, on the other hand, is simply fascinated by an unobtainable world that she finds interesting. Ariel BELONGED in Atlantis. She wasn’t out of place or made fun of. She had everything she could need, except maybe a way to explore that alien world at the surface. When she falls in love, that opens her up to being victimized and manipulated by Ursula, so I will agree that people treat her unfairly, but it’s still not the same. It’s basically like a weeaboo trading a kidney for a flight to Japan, and then staying because they fell in love. Yeah, that’s okay, but it’s not exactly sending a good message?
Hercules’ story is about learning to love yourself and promises that the love of others will follow. The Little Mermaid is about… actually it’s not really clear. Following your heart no matter how stupid or dangerous it is, I guess.