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Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

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favourite disney animated movies — 1/5

ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001)

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My boy Chicken Little brushing his crest alongside other of my favorites Disney protagonists Milo Tatch.

Im so glad to see this little buddy after all this years!

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PRINCESS KIDA in Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

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How Milo Thatch Avoids Being A White Savior:

He doesn’t go to Atlantis to teach the Atlanteans the ways of the surface. He may be a linguist and cartographer, but Milo’s got the attitude of an anthropologist, he wants to observe Atlantean culture AS IT IS, and isn’t looking to change or influence it. He wants to know about THEM, he doesn’t want them to be like HIM; he approaches them as a student eager to learn, rather than an expert willing to teach.

He never assumes he knows more than they do. He specifically says to Kida “I can read and write Atlantean, JUST LIKE YOU CAN.” He never claims or acts like he knows more about Atlantean culture and language than Kida, and he’s genuinely upset when he learns the Atlanteans have lost the ability to read their own language. He’s also very aware that he’s most likely getting things wrong; after speaking Atlantean he asks Kida “How’s my accent?” and she immediately replies with “Boorish, provincial, and you speak it through your nose.”

Unlike Rourke, Milo does his best to respect and adhere to the customs and mannerisms of the Atlanteans, rather than assuming surface world behavior is best. When introduced to the king, Milo copies Kida’s bow, and advises Rourke to obey the king’s orders instead of just doing whatever they want. It may not be what he’s used to, but he goes out of his way to emulate Atlantean behaviors out of respect; this is their home, and he’s the foreigner here.

He gives credit for what he knows back to the Atlanteans. When he shows the others how to operate the flying fish, he specifically says “Kida showed me.” She was studying the flying fish and trying to get them to work long before he arrived, and he acknowledges her efforts by giving her the credit for the rediscovery. He even says to her “You deserve credit for even getting this far.” when she first shows him, since she couldn’t even read the instructions but still managed to mostly figure out what they said.

He gets permission. Kida specifically asks for Milo’s help in reading the written history to find answers, and he is INVITED to stay in Atlantis and teach them. The king begs him to save Kida and the rest of Atlantis, and GIVES him the crystal he uses in the battle. Kida welcomes him to Atlantis and shows him the city and it’s culture; he never just assumes he’s welcome or accepted.

[lovewillthaw-j]

Kida & Milo

Once Upon a Studio (2023)

[stuffofknightmares]

What Disney has been missing lately.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

what movie had the better aesthetic? Tresure Planet or Atlantis the Lost Empire

You're not gonna force me to put these two bad bitches against each other. Both have been my gold standard adventure movie aesthetics since I was a kid and they're not about to stop now.

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Favorite Atlantis: the Lost Empire (2001) moments / 1/?

[sivyera]

Disney characters as boyfriends/girlfriends

ft. milo j. t., jim h., evelyn d., winston d., elsa, woody, maleficent, hiro h., tadashi h.

⤷ Milo James Thatch

He always wants to be near you. Loves holding your hand and kiss your cheek. He loves reading books with you and watching documentary movies. Movies marathons overall. Will do you your favourite tea/coffee all the time. He LOVES when you play with his hair. He can be very protective. Cuddles with you are his favourite. Buying another fluffy kitty.

⤷ Jim Hawkins

Partners in crime. Saving him from the police. His mom loves you, she think Jim will be more good when he is with you. Making him small braids. Cooking together. Helping him with everything. He is very grateful for you. Nose kisses and neck kisses. Surfer races, he is always so proud when you win. He smiles sincerely whenever you are around.

⤷ Evelyn Deavor

Neck kisses all the time. Making you suit and other things when she's bored. Hugs from behind. Matching nails once a time. Sitting at her lap in her laboratory. She will give you her hoodies. She always put more perfume on it when she is about to give you the hoodie. Cooks your favourite food. Unknowingly playing with your hair. She loves it and playing with them automatically.

⤷ Winston Deavor

Dates at fancy restaurants. Helping him convince people about heroes About that they are good. Buying you expensive clothes and other things like new phone, watch etc. Doing masks together while drinking wine and watching movies. Playing with his hair when he is in stress. He is a small spoon because he feels safe in your arms. He loves getting coffee and cinnamon rolls with you every morning.

⤷ Elsa

In hot days she will cool you down. Making her braids. Anna loves you and is very supportive for your relationship. Taking coffee/tea together. Common ice skating. She trust you more than anyone. Making you little cute things from ice. She praises everything you do. Spending so much time together. She leaves you little notes when she have some things to do and have to leave early.

⤷ Woody

Spending all his time with you. He lets you borrow his hat. Deep talks. Helping him saving other toys. He loves you more than anything even more than Andy and Bonnie. His eyes gets soft when he sees you. Putting his head into crock of your neck. Loves seeing you smile. And he never fails to make you smile. He is jealous of Buzz.

⤷ Maleficent

Maleficent never thought she could fall in love again. But she did and it was the best thing she ever did. Protective gf, like even overprotective. Common flights. She always hugs you from behind and flights high just to see your reaction. She loves teasing you. Hugs from behind are her favourites. She let you touch her wings and horns. Neck and nose kisses. Jealous af.

⤷ Hiro Hamada

Cute picnic dates. Cheek kisses. Sarcastic couple. Building robots together. Cooking together. Watching movies mostly action or fantasy. Gets jealous easily. He pulls you closer to him when he is asleep. Let you paint his nails. Aunt Cass loves you. She thinks you are perfect for Hiro. Probably little spoon. Loves when you play with his hair. Medium pda.

⤷ Tadashi Hamada

Helping him with Baymax. Really sweet and caring bf. Spending so much time in his lab with him. Hand holding and really sweet passionate kisses on the lips. Loves hug you from behind. Ice cream dates. Loves seeing you in his clothes. Loves playing with your hair or when you play with his hair. Big spoon. Protective but not overprotective, he know you can handle yourself. But if you need anything he will listen. Cass loves you as well.

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[crimsoni-nkwell]

Milo Thatch x Male!reader smut

Female/fem aligned, this isn’t for you

You have big dreams for your life, and you don’t intend to let anything get in the way. Especially your attraction to men, which you’ve kept hidden for years. That is, until you meet Milo James Thatch

It was something you’d thought about before, a constant presence in the back of your mind, but you’d pushed it down. It was ridiculous to think of, and you had goals and plans that it would get in the way of. If you wanted your life to amount to anything, you would have to ignore the dull longing to be with a man until the day you died.

Well, that was how you used to think. Until you met him. 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘰. Milo James Thatch, as he had introduced himself.

Fresh out of college and on a mission to do something with your life, you had made quick work of finding a moderately well paying job as an assistant budget manager at Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. You had no intention of staying in Washington for very long, but you needed to think realistically about what jobs would hire a young man such as yourself.

Milo had accosted you in the hall, not two hours into your first day on the job. Shaking your hand enthusiastically, he introduced himself and barely paused to hear your name before going off on a spiel about his first days at Smithsonian. You had been surprised, yet not uncomfortable. In fact, you felt a distinct sense of contentment wash over you, and listened to him attentively until you had to excuse yourself.

Later that day, you asked one of the other men at the institute about Milo. He had looked at you with a look of poorly veiled disgust on his face.

“He’s a linguist. Works in the boiler room.” He lowered his voice a bit “If you were to ask me, I’d say he isn’t really all there. In the head, if you catch my drift.”

He’d then given you a few choice words on his theories about Milo’s romantic preferences. You had only nodded shortly at these proclamations, but you took the words to heart. You wanted a career, a life, perhaps even a legacy. Everyone you talked to about Milo seemed to feel the same way as the man, which meant that being seen with him, talking to him, was directly not in your interest. You promised yourself you’d stay away from him.

It wasn’t long before you broke that promise. Despite every ounce of your common sense telling you that you shouldn’t be, you found yourself drawn to Milo. You found that you couldn’t stay away from him. Your relationship with him grew quickly, and it wasn’t long before you were playing off being seen with him to your coworkers, mumbling half hearted excuses about your jobs simply crossing over constantly.

You grew to know Milo inside and out, and he you. You truly believed Milo was the only person you met who had understood you on such a level, and you in turn felt as though you’d never understood a person better. Milo was a breath of fresh air in the harsh, artificial reality you’d come to accept. Try as you might, you couldn’t escape him.

All this came to a head one night when the two of you stayed late in Milo’s office. It was dark except for the faint yellowish-orange glow emanating from the gas lamps scattered around the room. The room was warm, bordering hot, and the only sound was Milo’s voice as he rambled on about something or other. You weren’t really paying attention, just content to be in his presence.

The heat was stifling, you had no idea how Milo didn’t seem affected. You had already shed your coat, now you undid the top button of your shirt, pulling it away from your skin and shifting in the chair you were seated in, trying to get some relief. It didn’t help. Your heart was racing and you could feed your hands beginning to shake. You made a decision.

You stood up. Milo made no notice, continuing to talk. You approached him until you were inches apart. He was standing with his back to you, completely unaware of your presence.

“Milo…” You muttered.

He didn’t hear you.

“Milo,” You said again, this time you placed your hand on his waist and nuzzled your face into his neck.

He paused and turned his head to you, a confused, somewhat nervous smile on his face. He opened his mouth, beginning to form a question but you didn’t let him. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, softly, you didn’t want to scare him away.

Milo didn’t really kiss you back, he didn’t close his mouth, he kept his eyes open, he didn’t even move. You pulled back, a slight sinking feeling in your chest. Perhaps you had misread him, overstepped his boundaries. Perhaps you were going to lose him, but you kept your composure.

Pulling back you looked him in the eyes. Instinctively, your hand went to the buttons on your shirt, closing the one you had opened earlier.

“Should I not have done that?” You broke the heavy silence that had fallen between you.

Milo shook his head. You felt your throat tighten, and your face grew even warmer.

“Well then. I guess I’ll be going.”

You turned, moving to the chair you had discarded your jacket on, making to pick it up, but before you could, Milo grabbed your wrist. You thought the strength in his grip was astonishing, much tighter than someone with his body should be able to do. He wasn’t making eye contact with you, and he was still shaking his head.

“No that’s not what I meant,” he was muttering quickly, almost to himself “Don’t go. Just…just come back over here.”

You obliged, you wouldn’t have been able not to if you had wanted to. He was taller than you, just enough to lean down slightly when he kissed you. And this time it was a real kiss.

One of his hands was still gripping your wrist, and his free one was trying to find a place to settle. It roamed over your shoulders, hips, back, neck, causing you to shiver slightly.

“Milo,” you whispered his name into the kiss, breathless “Milo,”

Your head was spinning and you wrapped your arm not gripped in Milo’s hand around the back of his neck to steady yourself. The kiss was open mouthed and hungry. You coaxed Milo’s tongue into your mouth. He tasted good, something smoky that you couldn’t quite place. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

“This… is so good,” Milo mumbled. His words were strained and broken.

His voice awoke something in you. You opened your eyes and freed your arm from his grip. Grabbing his hips, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit the desk and his legs buckled, never once breaking the kiss. Milo clumsily pushed some books and papers off the desk so he could sit comfortably.

He pulled away from the kiss, looking up at you. His glasses were slightly askew. In the faint light you could see his skin was flushed a faint red and his pupils were blown out. The sight sent a blinding heat through your body.

“Jesus,” you muttered to yourself, before quickly beginning to fumble with the buttons of your shirt, and you shrugged it off your shoulders.

Milo began to mimic your actions, but his hands were trembling and he struggled with the buttons. He eventually gave up and pulled the shirt over his head, causing his glasses to get caught and knocking them even more askew. You made to remove them but he stopped you.

“Don’t,” He said faintly “I want to be able to see you,”

His words sent a jolt of heat straight down your body. You had already been painfully hard, but this made it nearly unbearable. You rushed into another kiss, pulling up his hips so they ground against yours. Milo was hard too and the feeling of him against you sent pleasure coursing through your veins.

He ground his hips up into yours again, this time on his own. This went on for a bit, both of you breathless and moaning, until you pulled away from the kiss with an obscene noise. Milo looked at you questioningly, but quickly stopped as you moved down to kiss his neck, biting at his prominent collarbone.

You moved down his body quickly, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses on skin, leaving bruises where you wanted, until you were sitting on your knees between his legs, one hand resting on his thigh. You looked up at him, trying to read his face.

“This is alright with you?” You needed to be sure.

Milo nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, please.”

He leaned over and began to fumble with his belt. You reached up, helping him. He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his pants and boxers down around his ankles.

You wasted no time in taking him into your mouth, gripping his thigh to steady yourself. He moaned, more of a whimper than anything. His hips thrusted into your mouth and he mumbled an apology. You sighed in pleasure, causing Milo to whimper again. You closed your eyes, moving your head up and down, content to listen to Milo’s moans and whimpers.

As Milo’s noises became louder and his hips began to twitch you opened your eyes and looked up at him. His head was tossed back and his eyes were screwed up in pleasure. One of his hands was at his chest, pinching and rubbing at his hardened nipples. The sight was so unbelievably erotic, it was beautiful. Milo noticed you looking and his hand reached down to tangle in your hair. You knew he was close. You sped up your pace and his grip in your hair tightened, and then you pulled off him.

He made a sort of strangled noise, almost a sob, and pushed your head down, trying to make you continue.

“Please, please,” he breathed out, you could swear there were tears forming in his eyes.

You stood up.

“No.” You said, your voice shaky but confident. “I want you inside me.”

Milo looked up at you, shocked at your forwardness,

but then all at once, stood up. He kissed you, hard, and began pushing you towards the wall. He kicked his pants off from around his ankles. He stumbled over them, knocking you into the wall harder than he had intended. You didn’t mind.

The two of you made quick work of removing your pants and boxers, throwing them haphazardly to the side. As Milo began to kiss your neck you let out a strained moan.

“You know how?” You asked, your words coming out desperate.

He nodded. You felt an irrational pang of jealousy, knowing that Milo had been with other men, but it was quickly forgotten when he pressed two fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth, taking them in, running your tongue across them. His fingers were soft and delicate, gently feeling around your mouth.

Milo watched you with half lidded eyes, his breathing slow and loud, until he decided you’d coated his fingers enough and extracted them from your mouth.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he muttered.

You complied, surprised at how he was able to hold you up against the wall. He moved his hand down to your ass, feeling around. He found what he was looking for, and glided a finger around your hole. You gasped slightly at the sensation. Milo’s head was resting on your chest, watching his actions, seemingly curious, observing it as he might some paper or book. You groaned.

“Don’t tease, Milo.”

Milo looked at you and half nodded. You moaned, burying your face in his neck as he slid a finger into you, moving it around experimentally. Your hips jerked back, looking for more. Milo slid the second finger in, and you snapped your head up to kiss him. It was less of a kiss and more of a sharing of air, your head too clouded with pleasure to focus on kissing. Milo curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made you cry out. He did it again, getting a similar reaction and continued to move his fingers around until, satisfied, he pulled them out.

You whimpered at the loss, your hole clenching around nothing, as Milo reached down between you and began to stroke his cock, spreading the precome across it, before aligning himself with you. He pushed into you slowly, making a half sob half moan sound, and causing you to moan loudly.

“Milo,” You whispered.

You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t move yet,” Milo mumbled against your skin.

“What? Why?” Your words came out more desperate than you had intended.

“If you do, I’m going to come.” He sounded slightly embarrassed.

You complied, burying your face into Milo’s neck, relishing the closeness until Milo mumbled a soft okay.

You rolled your hips and the pleasure was instant. Milo was big, bigger than you had realized when you were sucking him off. It almost bordered on painful, but he was at an angle where he was hitting the right spot with every thrust and the pleasure drowned out most of the discomfort.

You had been with other men before, but it had always been for the physical release. Strangers you’d met in dark, rundown hotels or a man you’d locked eyes with at a college party. There had never been any underlying affection, and it had been clear with the way the men had treated you. With Milo it was different, besides the physical pleasure it felt like a seal on your relationship. It felt like you were confirming the trust you had for each other, perhaps even the love. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Milo moaned.

“You’re so warm…” He said, his voice soft and thick from pleasure.

You didn’t say anything back, just bit down lightly on his neck. You were so caught up in the pleasure it was hard to do anything besides cling to Milo. You struggled to continue your movement. You shook your head slightly.

“I can’t…”

Milo seemed to catch on as he grabbed your hips, moving you against him. Despite Milo being the one inside you, you had been in control up until this moment. Something about letting Milo have complete authority over you, trusting him with your body, made you want to cry. You desperately wanted to tell him you loved him, more than anything, but you were scared. What if it was too early? What if he didn’t love you and was truly just using you as a form of release as you had done with so many other men?

But, as Milo leaned in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear, something in you snapped.

“I love you,” you said softly.

Milo’s entire body tensed and he came. As he did, he whispered your name over and over like a prayer and other proclamations of love. The feeling of Milo inside you and hearing the broken way he said “I love you” sent you over the edge. You swore your vision went white as you arched your body closer to Milo, tears threatening to spill over.

You stayed there for a moment, Milo holding you up while you clung to him, then you disentangled yourself from him. Your legs were weak and there was a dull aching sensation. You leaned heavily against the wall, Milo pressed against you. You were both breathing hard and your skin was burning. Milo’s head was still buried in your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin.

Milo was the one to break the silence.

“Come home with me. Stay the night, I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course I’ll come home with you.” You said, hardly surprised at the request.

Milo began to laugh softly.

“What’s so funny?” You asked him.

“I just love you,” He said.

You felt a warmth and a sense of peace spread through your body as you realized you’d found a home in Milo, something you’d been searching for for a long time. Any thoughts of your coworkers finding out, any fear of potential consequences were drowned out by the overwhelming desire to be with Milo. You knew he felt the same.

And that was enough.

[lizstcore]

Helga Sinclair x fem! reader

(part 1??)

this is literally my first time writing something and posting it,and it's not too good (+, English is not my first language).And nothing much happens,sorry 😭 . I can make a part 2 tho! Also,very ooc.

` When you accepted joining a mission on discovering the lost city of Atlantis and getting a bunch of money for simply doing what you know best,you couldn't be happier. Of course,you didn't expect to actually find living atlantians in there,but that's a story for another day. Now you were busy trying to get out of an active volcano.

"Milo!" you all desperately screamed,as the linguist tried to attach a crystallized Kida to our vehicle. You turned around in a hurry, wanting to see if there was anyone left. You felt your breath get stuck in your throat at the sight of the woman who betrayed you all,the cold hearted mercenary that was willing to wipe out an entire society for some money. The woman you unfortunately fell in love with, bleeding out in the crater of an active volcano that was about to erupt.

You stopped dead in your tracks, considering your options . In a moment of desperation,you jumped out of the vehicle,despite everyone telling you to get back and drive away. You ran to Helga as quickly as you could, struggling to pick her up over her shoulders. The blonde woman looked like she was trying to say something, presumably some snarky remark,but she only managed to let out a few painful sounding coughs and whimpers

Her eyes opened and widened momentarily, her face turned from an unreadable expression into a grimace. She was visibly uncomfortable, her teeth gritting painfully and her eyes closed in pain. She gave a sharp intake of air, which triggerd a deep, harsh cough. The red blood which stained her lips made her look almost demonic as she opend her eyes again and fixated your gaze for a moment. She did not appear to recognize you at first, but then the color began to slowly return to her face.

"Get me...out of here.. I'll be fine." she mumbled , trying to avoid your gaze

You immediately panicked and rushed to your vehicle, quickly pushing Helga inside while you put on your seat belt. Even as she laid hurt and half unconscious next to you,she was still very intimidating.

A few days passed by quickly,and everything was going pretty well. You and the crew returned from the Atlantis mission with more treasures than you've ever seen before,and an incredible discovery. While the others were busy trying to forget about everything Rourke did to the entire Atlantian civilisation,you spent most of your time in the hospital with Helga.

"I got you some stuff....check this out, it's an Atlantian dress! This would look beautiful on you!" you said excitedly, showing Helga the beautiful item of clothing. She scoffed and closed her eyes.

"Not my style. How long 'till I get out of this nightmare?" she asked, clearly done with everything that has happened in the past days

"A few days, don't worry... it's a miracle how you managed to survive that fall. The doctors are super shocked about your recovery." She chuckled,which was surprisingly attractive.

"I'm a tough gal,eh?...." she chuckled,then paused, looking like she wanted to ask something. Before she could open her mouth,you interrupted her.

"Yes,Rourke is dead. Yes, you're the one that finished him off,more or less" you smiled softly as you saw the corners of her mouth turn upwards. You haven't seen her actually smile in a while,it was a beautiful sight.

"Is that so?" she mumbled softly, clearly trying not to grin but failing miserably. Yeah,no one liked Rourke. You let your hand fall by your side,not noticing Helga's hand resting against the side of the hospital bed. Your hands brushed against eachother,and your touch starved ass immediately started sweating nervously. Yet no one moved.

"I...really like you, y'know... you're very strong. Emotionally and physically." you felt the urge to compliment her,and couldn't help yourself as you saw a literal goddess in front of you.

"Thank you,little girl" she smirked, teasing you.

"Hey now, I'm only a couple years younger!"

"Mhm..."

You couldn't help but look at the way her muscles flexed against the thin material of the hospital clothes. In fact,you looked so much you forgot you were even having a conversation with her.

"Getting quite distracted,I see. Just wait until I get out of here, sweetheart" she knew how much her teasing was affecting you,yet she continued. How awfully cruel... You felt your face getting red,and ignored your heart beating faster and faster.

You kept awkwardly chatting,until...

"They hate me, don't they?" Helga blurted out suddenly,as you bit you lip. She probably won't care less,so you decided to tell her the truth.

"They haven't forgiven you for betraying us... neither have I. You're lucky I get attached too easily. They got a bunch of treasures and valuable junk from Atlantis while I was busy getting Joshua to treat you...but I can't say I regret it" her emotions visibly changed all throughout your small explanation,but she finally looked at you with some sort of appreciation. She would never admit it though.

"If I knew you'd be here to annoy me all day before that motherfucker threw me out of the air balloon,I would've thrown myself" she joked with a smirk on her face. She was still cold... alright...you could work with it. It was getting pretty late,and you felt a bit nervous about sending more time with her. Even if you wanted to.

"I'll think I'll go home... goodbye,Helga. I really hope your recovering goes well."

The second the word "goodbye" came out of your mouth,she wanted to jump off the hospital bed and push you back on the chair (or in bed with her). She wasn't used to so much loneliness,she could usually get men at her feet whenever she wanted (either wanting to kiss her,or begging for help). Even if she did prefer being alone ,not having anyone to talk to was different. Especially if that someone was you. She hated it,but she was starting to get attached.

"... goodbye. You'll come visit,yes?" she asked trying to cover her nervous tone .You chuckled. Obviously you would.

"Yes."

[asadfangirlbitxh]

Blogmas #2 2023

Underrated Disney movies that I love

1) Big Hero 6

This movie always makes me cry like a baby

2) Dinosaur

Before Disney Plus, I swear I had thought I dreamt this movie. Because no one else seemed to remember it. But honestly this movie makes me cry so much. Like definitely worth a watch

3) The Wild

This was clearly Disney's attempt to compete with Madagascar. But it was a cute attempt, nostalgia is definitely helping this but it's definitely a classic

But the iconic dialogue lives in my head.

"who knows how to stere?"

"we are animals"

"so none of us"

4) 101 Dalmatians

Cruella Deville is a bop. And i have to say the movie is so aesthetically pleasing. It makes me happy to see all those little puppies just vibing as the adults scramble to save them

5) Atlantis; the lost empire

This movie made me bisexual

6) The Emperor's new groove

This movie made me the person I am today. It's the perfect combination of heart, humor and just utter ridiculousness. This movie genuinely feels like a warm hug of my childhood after a particularly hard day

7) the Rescuer series

Under movie which I was convinced for the longest time was a fever dream. I love that they made this film. It broke my heart to see both those children and how the adults in their life let them down but it made me the person I am today. I work in healthcare to make sure that no child ever feels like that. So this movie really is worth the watch..brilliantly written just deserves so much more credit

8) The Hunchback of Notre Dame

First of all, the crush I had on Esmeralda is unreal. Like she is so pretty. Also, i love how they showed that she didn't love Quasimodo but not because he was ugly but he just wasn't the person for her. Also the villian death was so Amazing. I was so happy when that mother ducker perished

Also god helped the outcasts deserves an Oscar

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9) Brother Bear

Another story that makes.me cry. And i love the portrayal of Native American lore compared to Pocahontas where there was a glamoroisation of the coloniser. The ending always gets me and makes.me an ugly crying mess

Also the iconic "stop.telling people I'm dead" meme

10) Robin Hood

The humor in this movie is unmatched. I had the biggest crush on Robin. He was so smooth and those eyes. Sir! Omg please.

Also i think it's so well written which can't be said for some Disney movies

[fyeahdisney]

ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001)

[sashaedits]

Milo Thatch + Freudian slip // Atlantis: the Lost Empire (2001)