#disney silver age

[glossytreasures]

alice in wonderland [1951]

[disney-is-mylife]

I'm ONLY counting films from the Walt Disney Animations Studios after the "Package Film Era" (post 1949), and ending with Walt's final film. There's some debate on whether the infamous "Bronze/Dark Ages" of Disney began with 101 Dalmatians, or possibly The Jungle Book itself. But for me, the Bronze/Dark Age didn't truly begin until after Walt's death, so for the sake of argument, I'm including the three 60's animated films.

(Before anyone asks, NO, Mary Poppins does NOT count. It is a live-action film with an animated sequence, not the other way around, like Fantasia).

Happy voting! ❤

[synergysilhouette]

If Disney was just starting to do remakes, this is how I'd feel about it. You may be surprised

Note: this is concerning REMAKES, not reimagining (ie Maleficent) or sequels (Alice in Wonderland). Lemme know if you have any questions/concerns!

[ariel-is-a-goddess]

✨Disney Silver Age 1950-1967✨

Cinderella (1950)

Alice in Wonderland (1951)

Peter Pan (1953)

Lady and the Tramp (1955)

Sleeping Beauty (1959)

One Hundred and One Dalmatians (1961)

The Sword in the Stone (1963)

The Jungle Book (1967)

[yen-sids-tournament]

Disney Animated Movie Music

Our first tournament (the reason we even created this blog) is about which animated Disney movie has the best music.

Nominate your favorite Disney animated movies based on their music. Whether it be your absolute favorite song, the genius of the composer, the contribution to music, which soundtrack is full of the most bangers, or really anything you want, as long as you include the name, it will be considered.

There is space for you to nominate up to five films if you are super committed to one movie you can always put it multiple times. there is no requirement for you to chose five movies as well. And for clarification; this is for purely animated movies. We will accept Pixar as well as Disney Animated Studios, but not something acquired by Disney (like Anastasia 1997). We also will not accept Mary Poppins, High School Musical, or (while we do call it an animated movie) the 2019 Lion King and the like here.

The votes will be tallied to create the bracket inclusions and placements. Any movie that has won or been nominated for a notable award (like Oscars) will start with one point for each nomination and two points for each win.

The size of the bracket will depend on how many submissions are received. Nominations will remain open until May 20th, unless we are overwhelmed. (in that case we will close it early after announcing the change).

inspired by: @maskedmaniatournament @found-family-tournament @mermaidbracket @princesspoll @latine-showdown @disabled-character-showdown @gentle-giant-swag @the-worst-bracket @eldest-sibling-tournament @disneychanneltournament

[adiarosefandoms]

Underrated Disney Films

It doesn’t matter how old I get; I will always love Disney movies. They were so instrumental in my childhood and really kick started that part of me that loves story telling in all medias. But it seems that all my favorites (with the exception of Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty), are the least known. So, if you haven’t watched these Disney movies, you need to get on that because they are just the best and they really need more love. In no particular order:

Robin Hood: 1973 I just love the whole story of Robin Hood, and the way Disney wrote music in the silver/bronze age just always warmed my heart. Plus, I think Robin Hood and Maid Marian have one of the best relationships in Disney movies, and Robin and Little John’s friendship is so wholesome.

The Sword in the Stone: 1963 Upon my first read of Harry Potter I couldn’t not imagine Dumbledore as this incarnation of Merlin, and it actually really works. Upon reflection I think I just loved stories that took place in the UK. Plus, To and Fro is a great song, and Merlin is a riot.

Peter Pan: 1953 Once again, we’re in England. I always loved story lines where these seemingly normal people were suddenly thrust into a world a magic. Later I would fall in love with Harry Potter and The Mortal Instruments, but I think that fondness started here.

The Fox and the Hound: 1981 This movie and its sequel were the cause of my first heartbreak. But I think ultimately, I loved it because it was just so sweet, and my childhood stuffed animal was a fox and I LOVED her. (Correction: love her.)

Alice in Wonderland: 1951 The story of Alice and Wonderland has gotten a resurgence in popularity, but I even as a little girl was fascinated by the animated film, even though the twins and queen of hearts really frightened me. I just loved how “airy” Alice was.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: 1996 This may be the single most underrated film Disney has ever created alongside Black Cauldron. This film was the reason I was broken at Notre Dame’s burning. I immediately ran to my room to listen to this film’s soundtrack. Plus, the music is great, Quasimodo belts like no tomorrow, and Esmerelda was a really good female character.

 The Aristocats: 1970 The cats were just so damned cute!!! Marie was my favorite and I use to have the Thomas O’Malley tune memorized. Note though that this movie has one of the most offensive scenes I can recall from a Disney film with the inclusion of an oddly Asian stereotyped feline. I can’t help but love this film with it being so prevalent in my childhood, but I always have to skip over that part.

Oliver and Company: 1988 How can a Disney film with Billy Joel as one of the lead voice actors not be a smash hit? “Why Should I Worry” is so good, it hurts that more people don’t know this film. It needs more love!

[disneydarling19]

[101obsessions]

[scurviesdisneyblog]

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚝Ｉᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴇ (1950 - 1967)

[housesofmouses]

ALICE IN WONDERLAND

[torchbluelegacy]

Toes are froze!

Disney Silver Age Predictive Text

With @resilientnarnian

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

They feel like brothers to me alright

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|Bonus pets content|

We have:

Ratigan as the middle one, even if everyone is sure that he was the absolute first to pop out...how even old is this man? This is truly a mystery. Got a love-hate relationship with the younger brother, even if, if the aforementioned brother would be in need help, nothing can stop him to be there for him.

We have Sikes that's supposedly the oldest. Short tempered, always comes with hands with the middle one, '...too much, too much plotting, plotting, plotting! Chitter chattering-!' But still, he has a lot of respect for his brilliant mind.

Then John-! Well. He's the youngest. The ray of sunshine. The untouchable. Even Ratigan never pulled his hairs when was little. John has to be the responsible braincell. He's the mediator between his oldest brothers.

When the three of them are together, two full hours cannot pass, without a grumbling or complaining. But at the end of the day, they all had cooked, eaten, and tidied up the kitchen; the house is- maybe a bit too frivolous- but clean, and the bills at the end of the month payed and archived.

(But wait! There's more)

[theruffiansretrorampage]

art by CrashToyDdj

[smirkwall]

i’ve been laying awake all night thinking about this. i am Normal about these two men [id: doofenshmirtz “if i had a nickle” meme that reads: if i had a nickel for every time i cared about a captain with a missing eye, some kind of leg prosthesis/brace, a father-son relationship with a younger man, and an affinity for gold who was forced to change his path in life b/c of the aforementioned younger man, i’d have two nickles, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice. inside the meme is a picture of john silver from treasure planet and the iron bull from dragon age inquisition. end id.] 

[booksandteaplusart]

I know Disney is kinda eh right now but I was curious. Silver age is kinda accurate since Alice in Wonderland, Lady and the Tramp, Peter Pan and my favorite: Sleeping Beauty all were part of it.

[sawyerfalksthesilverfox]

WIP: "Jack Frost Nipping at Your Nose"

[This is a snippet from a WIP that I am hesitant to share, as this is definitely a rare pair from a totally cringe-inducing movie and I hope I don't scare anyone off! And to verify: I only write sexy times for AGE APPROPRIATE characters. FULL STOP.

So now that I've established that, this is a snippet of older!Lucy Miller x Jack Frost. No, not that Jack Frost. The other one: Martin Short in the Santa Clause 3.

I have literally no idea how this fic got away from me. I've written over 20k WORDS already for this story! WHAT. Martin Short was the only decent thing IN that terrible film! Is it obvious I'm mildly embarrassed about this? Hence not posting in December. I'm a coward.]

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Lucy was rewarded with movement for her choice, and continued on until she could discern the rough estimate of a tall, masculine figure. Well, maybe not tall, but at least taller than the elves. Short? Short-ish? 

She squinted down the candy-cane decorated hallway, trying to sense if the set of white-suited shoulders and swish of tailored clothing belonged to the person she was looking for. 

Lucy fell into a sprint, her footsteps echoing on the tiles and sounding off loudly due to the high arch the peppermint canes provided. 

Frost heard the footsteps and paused, glancing over his shoulder. 

He debated bolting onward when he realized it was the Miller daughter, the very person he had been trying to avoid. She apparently had enough time to change, as her festive blouse and tight skirt had been swapped out for looser long-sleeved tee and a set of fleece leggings. (Which, despite covering more skin somehow made her legs look even more fantastic.) 

Oh chestnuts, he had let her catch up to him! 

"There you are," Lucy sighed as she rounded around to his front to face him. "I've been looking for you." 

"Me? Well, you found me," Frost affirmed. 

Lucy grabbed his hand, and yanked him into the room beside them. She had been too quick and too determined, that Frost hadn't even registered the warmth in his palm or the change of location until she pulled her hand away. 

"Hey! Nice people don't go about shoving others into storage rooms!" Frost snapped. 

"We need to talk, and that hallway echoes too much!" Lucy huffed. "When I was walking towards you, it sounded like an elephant was running through the Workshop!" 

"And what exactly, do you need to ask of ole Jack Frost that requires hush-hush conversation?" Frost inquired with a tilted eyebrow and look of modest curiosity. "Because I explained, doing a Secret Santa with the actual Santa Claus doesn't work!" 

Lucy's brow pinched, and she said simply, "The party." 

"What about it? I already told Missus The Claus: the eggnog wasn't my fault this time. Ask Paige, she was on refreshments since I was so unjustly banned. 1000-year old recipe, my frost-bitten butt!" 

"What – No, that's not it," Lucy sighed with a look of frustration. "You said you would be there, and you weren't." 

She took a small step toward him, and Frost noted with a mild panic that there was quite a large stack of boxes beside him. No room for retreat, as it was. 

"I... I missed you," she added quietly. "I had been hoping to talk to you. I don't get to see you very often, Uncle Jack." 

"Oh, well..." Frost drawled, trying to seem nonchalant. "I am quite the loquacious fellow." 

Lucy worried her bottom lip, drawing his attention to the spot. He watched as her teeth peeked out, nibbling at the spot and leaving her lip a darker rose than it previously had been. Inviting. Soft. 

Oh dear. 

"Exactly, and... And I rather like our conversations now. Now that I'm you know, older, and can appreciate your experience on things," Lucy managed. She knew that was too bold of a statement, but she was grasping at straws leftover from her confusion. 

Frost swallowed at the word 'experience' and he tried to distract himself from thinking about the connotations of that statement. Unfortunately, his brain decided to focus on her eyes. How did she do that? Despite sharing the same eye color, his were nothing like hers. Her lovely blue eyes were always so bright, even in the dusty, dim light of the storage room... 

Lucy sensed his hesitation, and slid ever closer to him. Had he not heard her? Perhaps in her effort to be surreptitious, she had been too audibly quiet? 

Frost meanwhile, was starting to panic. Lucy was too close to him now, and Frost made a showy gesture with his hand to mask that he was darting away from her proximity. 

"That does come with the territory," he said vaguely, with a broad sweep of his person that had him twirling around her. He left her beside a large stack of boxes, and she turned on her own heel to prevent him from heading to the door. 

"Where did you go?" Lucy asked, looking confused and... Hurt? Why did she look so upset? 

"Pardon?" Frost managed, as the young woman's facial expression made his throat constrict. 

"You... You left the party," she stated. "I only caught a glimpse of you, and then you were gone." 

"Oh, well... It was getting late, and you know, tomorrow's a big day. The big day, really. I thought I should get some shut-eye," Frost said with a shrug that wasn't very convincing. 

Lucy's brow furrowed, and she said flatly: "Uncle Jack, you... You told me you don't sleep." 

Frost went still, as his eyes darted to the side and back. His brain was just spinning tires in a snowbank, trying to come up with something to counter that or at the least, an amusing bon mot to distract her from the obvious. 

"You were avoiding me," she realized. Her already hurt expression turned really wounded then, as her face pinched and her shoulders dropped. 

"What? No!" Frost immediately protested. "Come on, that's ridiculous. You know I – I mean, come on! You're my favorite little elf!" 

Lucy frowned at him, and crossed her arms. 

Her stance had Frost floundering, so she chose to remain still until he explained himself. Frost stammered and took a couple steps backward, which only had Lucy holding her pose while advancing toward him. 

And the wall was getting closer, so escape was not going to be an option. Well, not unless he shoved her aside, and he wasn't really wanting to do that either. 

"Fine, fine! I did leave early because of you, but not for the reason you're thinking," Frost said. "Better?" 

"Not at all!" she complained. "What did I do to upset you so much?" 

"Huh? Nothing," Frost said immediately with a tone of confusion. 

Which only confused Lucy more. 

"What?!" she exclaimed in a huff. "I don't – I waited there for hours, and you had already left because of me, but not because you were upset with me?!" 

"Hours? What do you mean hours?" Frost asked. 

Lucy groaned, and looked up in the ceiling as if it could assist in the agonizing conversation about to occur. 

"I... I was standing under the mistletoe," she whispered. 

"Repeat that?" Frost asked, because it had only reached his ears as a jumble of noise given the fact she had directed it heavenward. 

"The mistletoe," Lucy groaned, and immediately regretted everything as Frost's face became startled. His eyes were the widest she had ever seen, with his mouth left mildly agape. 

But then, he looked away. The previous expression was replaced with something softer, but more troubling. 

He looked... Serious? Which was weird on its own, but then the added layer of resignation had him looking...  

Haunted. 

"Uncle Jack?" she whispered. 

"Is this because of how I've been looking at you lately?" Frost laughed quietly. "You're... You're reading too much into it, you silly thing. I just, I'm quite a fan of winter fashion, obviously, and well, you see – " 

"How have you been looking at me?" Lucy asked softly. 

Frost stared at her in disbelief, and swallowed harshly. "You mean... You haven't noticed my inappropriate perusal of your womanly person?" 

"Your what of my what?" Lucy asked, completely lost. 

Wait, so his less-than-covert glances were apparently more covert than he thought? Or was he (ironically) reading too much into what Lucy was saying? Or... Or... 

Or was there something else happening, something that he didn't quite yet see? 

Frost took a step towards her. Lucy shivered a fraction, wetting her lips with her tongue. She stared at him desperately, clearly trying to convey something with her eyes that her mouth was refusing to explain. 

Mistletoe, she had said mistletoe... 

"What is it that you want from me, dear Lucy?" Frost murmured. 

"I... Well, I... I suppose I was hoping for a kiss," Lucy admitted quietly. 

Somehow, even with all the tempting, teasing atmosphere of promise charged in the air between them, that was not what Frost had been anticipating her to say. 

"A kiss?" Frost repeated. 

"Yes! Why – Who, for who else would I have stood under the mistletoe for hours?" Lucy asked with an incredulous scoff. "My parents? My brother?" 

Realization began to flicker across Frost's face, but it left just as quickly as it appeared. Instead, it was replaced with a smug smile and a cocky eyebrow lift. 

"Of course you do! It's a hot commodity, who wouldn't want to be kissed by The Jack Frost? I have 'em lined up 'round the block, just for even the mere chance at pressing their lips to mine!" Frost boasted boldly. 

Then he caught her eyes with a half-chuckle, then a full chuckle, and then his voice immediately dropped low and he slid toward her with a look of absolute concern, "So, um, why exactly?" 

Lucy chuckled at his antics, once again endeared by his dramatic and comedic personality. "Because… I love everything about winter." 

"You – You love everything about winter," he said with a decisive tone. "Including me, since I'm… I'm winter incarnate. Interesting, yes…" 

Frost tapped a finger to his lips as he held her eye contact. 

"There's no mistletoe now," he observed. 

"Are you stalling?" Lucy baited. Inside, her heartbeat was going at a rapid clip; part of her was certain this was a dream. There was no way Jack Frost was actually entertaining this conversation, was there? 

"Oh-ho," Frost cackled. "You really think – Me? Stalling! Ha! Laughable, Lucy dear!" 

But Lucy watched as he drummed his fingers against his cheek, and she absently wondered just what was going on in his mind. 

Frost was actually thinking perhaps this was some long-form prank of some kind; perhaps this "Lucy" was actually a well-crafted toy clone of the winsome redhead, and if he kissed her, she would blow up in a shower of confetti with a cacophony of sound to alert everyone that he had fallen for their trick. 

The audacity! 

Yes, yes, he could see it now! And it would be on-brand, because of all his pestering to be granted his own holiday... Perhaps once the trick was revealed, the Council would leap from the shadows and exclaim, "See, you're just an APRIL FOOL, JACK FROST! HAHAHA!" 

Which was a terrible prank! It didn't even make sense! Those immortal defalcators couldn't even do that right! 

But then again, the uncertainty in Lucy's bright eyes and the pink of her cheeks (getting darker by the moment) seemed far too realistic for even Christmas Magic to conjure. Sure, the smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose could be mimicked with a paintbrush... But could those miniature magic manufacturers craft such a delectable little pout of her lips like that? 

And Lucy Miller did like winter. Everyone knew that. Hell, the fucking reindeer knew that and he once watched Chet eat a styrofoam shoe thinking it was food (despite foam not being food and despite shoes also not being food). 

Little Lucy Miller. 

Well, not little anymore. Oh dear, definitely not. Little Lucy had a squeaky voice like one of the elves, and preferred a mountain of whipped cream with her cocoa, and liked glitter and ponies or something, probably, (he had never really asked). 

This Lucy, this... This different Lucy, this Lucy was like an entirely different person who just happened to have a very similar backstory to the aforementioned Little Lucy. 

This Lucy Miller, she liked her coffee black and classic rock and terrible puns. She always had double helpings of green bean casserole, but refused to eat ham and green bean soup. She liked taking care of the reindeer, and didn't mind if she got a bit muddy in the process. Her nails were always painted carefully with glitter accents, which were meticulously niveous in their execution. And she filled out her clingy clothing in the most perfect of ways. 

Frost came to a decision, which gave him a mild head rush and quickened his heartbeat. 

He leaned forward, tantalizingly close. Lucy inhaled sharply but softly, trying not to have Frost think she was startled and change his mind. 

Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! He's leaning in to kiss you Lucy! Stay in the moment, stay in the moment! 

Frost's lips brushed feather-light over her cheek, and pressed gently. It was a whisper of a kiss, but it made her shiver all the same. 

Then he pulled away, eyeing the young woman with a smirk hinting at the corner of his lips. 

"Is that what you were thinking of, dear Lucy?" he whispered coyly as his chin rested on his knuckles. 

Lucy huffed shortly through her nose and made a noise of disapproval. She held his eye contact, trying not to smirk herself. The smug bastard. 

"More," she requested firmly, as her gaze dropped to Frost's lips and back up to his expressive blue eyes again. 

Frost licked his bottom lip, pausing as he considered her. His smirk faded as a small smile emerged. Then Frost reached for her, and his fingertips grazed over Lucy's cheek where the ghost of his kiss still lingered. 

"Well, allow me..." he murmured, and closed the gap between them. 

She tilted her head toward him, as her eyes slid shut. Frost met her carefully, giving her ample time to change her mind it seemed. This kiss was less chaste, and sparked across the seam of her lips. 

After a moment, Frost pulled away and left her breathless all over again. Her eyes flew open, staring at him with an expression of longing. 

"Did that satisfy your craving, then?" Frost murmured, and his voice had an edge of something rough in it now. 

Lucy whined in her throat, and shook her head in the negative. 

Frost chuckled, then quipped: "Sorry, perhaps I'm a bit rusty. It's been a couple decades since I conned anyone into wanting to kiss me." 

"Not what I meant," Lucy complained. "I want... I need..." 

Frost swallowed harshly, delighted and mildly stunned. Hoo boy. This was as exciting as it was terrifying. Oh shit! If her parents – or Santa Claus – or the Council – or anyone in the damned North Pole globe, really – found out that he had kissed Lucy Miller... 

"Please?" Lucy whispered. Her hand trembled, just a fraction, as it slid onto his upper arm. His breath caught, and then he found himself hypnotized by her lips and drawn to them again by some unseen, magnetic force. 

His crashed upon hers with an exhale of relief, as he gathered her lithe body into his awaiting arms. Lucy melted into him, and warmth flooded his heart and ricocheted throughout his body like a misfired lightning bolt. 

Oh, right! Her magic hugs! He should've anticipated... 

He should've... 

He... 

Damn, she tasted like heaven. Her kiss reminded him of the warmth of apple pie beneath that little à la mode scoop of vanilla: chasing the chill, making it come alive with spice and cinnamon, and warmth, and that feeling of coming home, and... 

Lucy groaned as she fisted his candy-cane inspired lapels, diving more into the kiss that Frost offered. Her tongue was questing in his mouth as he sought to uncover more about him. This time, more about his passion, his affections, his desires... His kiss was making her shiver, making her want to burrow further into his warm arms, like cuddling beneath a blanket to watch the snowstorm rage outside a window. 

At a length, Frost pulled away for a moment. He had lost himself in their passionate kiss, and needed to ground himself. She stared up at him with a look of dazed hunger; blissed but wanting more. 

Which he probably was mirroring right back at her, if he was being honest. Which was making the pants of his suit a tad too tight in the front. Which in turn, was making him feel like a much younger version of himself. He hadn't felt such a heady rush and need for heavy petting in a hundred years... 

"Eh, one more," Frost mumbled, mostly to himself, and captured her sweet little mouth again.