Wreck it Ralph and Tangled similaritiesI have recently begun to really enjoy Tangled and I already love Wreck it Ralph, but I've noticed several similar qualities between the two movies. Shockingly both movies have very close similarities that may sound far-fetched at times, but I wanted to make a list of some of the similarities I noticed.
Both Wreck-it Ralph and Flynn Rider start and end their movies as narrators off screen.
(Tangled's Beginning Line) - Flynn: "This is the story of how I died."
(Wreck-it Ralph's Beginning Line) - Ralph: "My name's Wreck-it Ralph."
(Tangled's Ending Line) - Flynn: "Yes we are"
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It's too cold outside for angels to flyI made this Elsa edit few days ago :iconlazypoolplz: My friend :iconglompsomethingplz::iconsonnikufan4ever: told me this quote remember her to Frozen, and told me to make an edit of it! so here it is!! I hope you like itIt's too cold outside for angels to fly1 year ago in Personal More Like This
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100 watchers!I honestly can't believe it!!! :iconhuggleplz: THANK YOU ALL100 watchers!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Wait ahh 101 watchers!! Thank you so much!! <3 I never really thought my art was any good and when you deviants started liking it it made me feel so happy
It means a lot to me, I just can't explain it through words... XD
:iconMarie-Mike: ~ First Watcher
:iconColtboy: ~ 50th watcher
:iconBlaze-Libby: 100th watcher
and fluttershyismysoul 101!!!
And lets not forget these people!
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Who are all awesome, thanks for bei
#rapunzelized#rapunzelized2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Back from my outing (to be specific, it was the Senior Retreat).
AND GUESS WHAT.
WE RELEASED LANTERNS.
OH MY FREAKIN' GOSH.
AND MY GROUP'S LANTERN FLOATED THE HIGHEST.
Like seriously, I was squealing so hard. When the retreat master announced that we'd be releasing lanterns, I screamed "OH MY FEELS" so loud that all my batchmates now know my stupid Tangled obsession. XD Then when our lantern floated away, I was all like "I'M RAPUNZEL AND I'VE GOT A DREAM!". :iconallthethingsplz:
11-14-13: I saw the light. ♡
BEST. RETREAT. EVER!!
I'll find my "Eugene" next time and knock him out with a frying pan. XD
Guide MeThe shadows of my past, like trembling fingers, strum the song of warfare with my heartstrings and piano-key-ribs.Guide Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ghosts of empty faces, empty shells, waltz to the tune of my miseries.
The war raging inside my head, like the waves of an ocean crashing against the sides of skull, cause me to drown in insecurities so deep within my tired vessel.
I am tired of this warfare.
I am tired of playing the role of some valiant soldier.
I am dimming under the power of the shadows, of the ghosts, of the war inside me –
And my only beacon is you, dear mother.
When the fire rages on, and the music is gone, I will always look to you for guidance – and you will guide me to safety, always ending the war within me.
Sleeplessshe spends those sleepless nightsSleepless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caught in her little worlds,
cursed by the moonlight, dying in the twilight –
and the darken figure within her dreams
and the stories she spins of courageous men
end only in tragedies
(melodies are lost).
but the little bird which rests in her hands
awakens her from within,
hope fills her lungs, her heart, her soul –
when the time arrives and her bird sings
the softest tune,
she will become imprisoned
Interrupting the Fallbrittle carcassesInterrupting the Fall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of autumn trees,
naked and bare,
swaying, contorting, like my feeble frame -
bending and breaking, breaking and bending,
under the pressure of
the words i speak to myself:
simply cold, and harsh,
like an early winter,
interrupting the fall.
Ramblings about 'internet fame'A lot of stuff has happened lately in life lately, and is has made me think about things, and about my perspective on it. One of those things, is the internet.Ramblings about 'internet fame'2 years ago in Personal More Like This
As some of you know, I'm a huge nerd. While as kid, I didn't had a computer at home, and I hated those damn machines because I wasn't able to work with them at all (so much fail T__T), I soon caught up when I got my first computer at age 14. And while most of my family expected me to end up as a hopeless internet addict, I soon started to learn myself how to program. The rest is history. With my 26th birthday, I also celebrated being a webprogrammer for 10 years already. Oh yeah, I'm getting old for sure.
The recent chain of events have caused me to think about the internet and it's role in life, however. When I first started out with art, I was only a little girl. Me, and both of my younger sisters, were all very creative. And we spend almost all of our time drawing at the kitchen table, while discussing about the characters we
Colliding with DestinyJack loved flying over the ocean. The sound of waves and the occasional dolphin were the only noises he heard as he sailed through the night under the cloudless sky.Colliding with Destiny2 years ago in Romance More Like This
This was his yearly migration. Now that the west side of the world was turning into spring it was time to find a colder part of the world to play in.
After half a day of flying he caught a glimpse of something in the distance. after getting closer he made out the rocky bluffs of Scotland. The trees' leaves were golden with different shades of yellow and reds. Jack smiled
"Hope your ready for winter Scotland!"
As he approached land he charged his staff which made grey clouds appear and escort him to his new playground. Once above the trees he released the energy in his staff and sent a flurry of snowflakes on the unsuspecting forest. He worked through the night and only stopped once the sun had begun to rise. he lightly perched on a tall pine tree and admired his work. The light made the snow sparkle and he admired it.
Insecuritiesi could tell you a million talesInsecurities2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of when i stared into the abyss,
and drowned in the thrashing waves
of my own torturous thoughts,
that the dark crevices of my mind
began dragging me under
a sea of endless insecurities
imprinting on my bones.
More song suggestions?I like opening up for song suggestions every few months, and I could definitely use some new listens and I've definitely received some very good suggestions in the past. I'll provide some of my music tastes below to give you guys an idea of what I like!More song suggestions?2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Favorite Songs (in no particular order):
'Demons' , 'On Top of the World' & 'It's Time' - Imagine DragonsGet Up - Barcelona'Oblivion' , 'The Weight of Living pt. 2' , 'Flaws' - BastillePoison Oak - Bright Eyes'Adulthood', 'At Last' - Jukebox the Ghost'Terrible Things', 'Three Cheers for 5 Years' & 'You Be The Anchor [...]' - Mayday ParadePerpetuum Mobile - Penguin Cafe OrchestraRun for Your Life - The Fray'Severus & Stone' , 'Always Gold' - Radical FaceSo Cold - Ben CockerYoung and Beautiful - Lana Del RayIn Reverence - David TolkEcho - Jason Walker'Two Fingers' , 'Lightening Bolt' , 'Simple as This' - Jake Bugg'We Don't Eat' , 'The Sparrow and the Wolf' - James Vincent McMorrow'Medicine' , 'Youth'
ask yourselfwe fightask yourself4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for the right
with all our might
we break into war
leaving the world sore
but still we want more
we're bathed in blood
but still we crawl in the mud
and cradled in our arms, a gun
soon everything is done and gone
once the chance has passed us by
we look on the bodies that silently lie
and we ask ourselves, why?
What is Perfection?What does it mean...to create art?What is Perfection?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
What i like to think of it as, is that we give a piece of ourselves, in order to express something,
That is impossible to express.
even when we given that piece of ourselves, the message is only clear to a few people.
hundreds may admire it, even stand in awe at it...
but even if millions where to admire your art, i believe only a few thousand would understand it.
maybe not that even...maybe just a few hundreds..or perhaps a few twenties.
When we give a piece of ourselves, we try to express something, but it will always fail, for only a few...
only a few will truly understand it, and even then, it will be imperfect.
When i write, the quality will always be pulled into question.
even if i check in the english dictionary just to make sure i got the grammar right, it will always be imperfect.
Beacuse of this... between every twentieth thing i write, only one of them will be the artwork where im capable of putting
my soul and heart into writing it.
So Much Trouble In The World“Bipolar disorder, also known as manic-depressive illness, is a brain disorder that causes unusual shifts in…”So Much Trouble In The World1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“… Approximately 5.7 million adult Americans, or about 2.6% of the U.S population age 18 and older every year…”
“… Experiencing "highs" and "lows"—periods of mania and depression…”
“… Racing speech, racing thoughts, flight of idea, impulsiveness, poor judgment, easily distracted, reckless behavior…”
“… People with bipolar disorder are depressed for almost one third of their lives…”
“… Pessimism, indifference, feeling of guilt, worthlessness, social withdrawal…”
“… Recurring thoughts about death or suicide, or attempting suicide.”
You know when you suddenly feel interest towards a subject whilst you were utterly indifferent towards before? Like how a
Freedom, a thoughtFreedom…Freedom, a thought2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A thought or a reality?
Are we not trapped in our endless illusions?
The Prison we call hard work?
With the promise of a reward at the end of the line.
The uncertainity we call heaven?
With the promise of some endless paradise at the end of the line.
Think about it, think about it good, with true intent, and you will see that the world we live in does not exist.
That the values we hold are lies.
We have our science and our technology, the things we claim as the truths of the world.
But you must consider this, we call them facts beacuse we have «proof» to support them.
We call it a fact that our ancestors, long, long ago used sticks and rocks and weapons, beacuse he have «evidence» to support it, but what if there is evidence, hidden underground somewhere where we have not looked, that says our species was more advanced then, then we are now?
So you see, there are no facts, at the same time as there are no lies, just beacuse we think one thing, th
Green Eyed GirlVERSE--Green Eyed Girl2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I saw you, green eyed girl
broken down on the floor
your sobs wracked your body
I saw you shake to the core
You were shattered glass
I cut myself on you
but all I bled was love
My heart can't be more true
And as I picked up your pieces
Put them back together
The way you smiled at me
All I could think was “forever”
I felt my heart meld to yours
as your smi-le grew
The way the light hit your eyes
it took one look and I knew
And the night you left
was the night I fell apart
And will you show me the end
Or will we fall to the start?
So let me run to you
we'll have our fairy tale ending
please don't let this go
my heart is breaking and bending...
The night I showed you the moon
And we kissed in the starlight
How did it all lead to this?
How can I make it alright?
When you fell for the moonlight
and I fell into you
I kept you safe in my arms
Held you together like glue
I want to erase the tears
And watch you smi-le at me
SpeechlessSeriously. The sheer horrifying nature of the internet has left me speechless for now.Speechless2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I live in a free country, where freedom of speech is an important matter. A long while ago, when I was still young and at school, we learned how to do a proper discussion in class. We were learned that provocation isn't that bad to get a message across, but that you should always have at least some respect for the people you discuss with, and talk with them with calmness and reason. If you lose your temper, you lose the argument. That's what I've learned.
The reactions I got on my last journal, however, have left met both sad and speechless. Because I'm unable to grasp how people can be so downright insulting towards a fellow human being. To a member of the same website....
My journal wasn't meant to tell people how much I hate fanartist. Because... I don't really hate them. I just feel sad about how hard it is to get attention for original work in the sea of fanart ou
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,Condemned2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –
survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,
how many graves are we standing on, today?
Okay? Okay...I have never cried over any fictional character.Okay? Okay...2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I did not cry when Fred Weasley died, I did not cry when Luke Castellan died, I did not cry when Finnick Odair died.
I did not cry when Percabeth fell into Tartarus, or when Harry deliberately walked to his death.
I did not cry when Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, Collin Creevey or Cedric Diggory died.
I did not cry even when Jack Frost fell into the lake and drowned.
I fell in love with Fred and George, Harry and Dumbledore for the duration of 6-7 books. I adored Tonks and Lupin for 2 amazing books.
I loved Finnick from the second he freaked out over Annie's imitated screams. I kept hoping for Luke to finally be the good guy he was and make things right for 5 breath-taking books.
I fangirled over Jack Frost for the duration of 97 minutes. Nonstop.
Do not even mention Percabeth.
Yet I did not cry over any of them.
Then again... I cried over Augustus Waters.
Augustus Waters who was not part of a series, not even the main character of th
if Paper Stars was a movie...with Sophie Turner as Saraif Paper Stars was a movie...2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Max Thieriot as Benjamin Jastrow
and David Kross / Austin Butler / Aaron Tveit as Saul Eberstark
Beautyhe held a mirrorBeauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
up to her face, and
‘you are beautiful’.
mask of happiness
‘that’s because you’ve
No Rest For The WickedScreaming. Blood. Pain. Darkness. Pressure around my throat. Needles in my skin. My feet bleeding, glass cutting into them. Everything burning. A set of mismatched eyes, staring at me, screaming for help as a body, his body, burst into flames. Pain. So much pain. It was like everything was rushing at me at once. I ran to him, but every step was harder to take, every step felt heavier. I screamed, I put all my weight in each step, I clawed, I punched, but with every effort, I felt a little further. Hands on my feet, on my arms, on my face, pushing into my eyes, my mouth, clawing at my hair. Hands, dark and silky. Strong as steel yet as smooth as if they were made of nothing. I punched, but they tightened around me. I kicked, but they bound my feet. I screamed and shook myself uncontrollably but they held on, they never let go. Under their pressure, I could feel my lungs deflating. I could feel my bones crushing. I could feel my… Suddenly, I couldn’t feel anythiNo Rest For The Wicked1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This