fortunaudentes and Aikainkauna HQ are about to embark on a rewatch of Aladdin.
-Yours truly has not seen it since it was first in theatres and she went to see it as a snooty 13-year old who thought she was way too old to watch Disney cartoons but heard it was ~quality cinema~ and therefore acceptable
-Fortunaudentes was a fetus when the movie came out but has adored it on video ever since she was a toddler and it has many pleasant childhood memories for her and it’s her FAVOURITE DISNEY MOVIE EVER but she hasn’t seen it in three years or so
-We were both deeply sexually traumatised at a young age by the slave girl scene and also repressed any twinges we may have felt in our little girl pants for wicked Grand Viziers
-We have now been completely and utterly ruined by THE ORIGINAL AND MASTURBATE TO THE FUCKER ON A REGULAR BASIS
-Fortunaudentes also tells me “It was a tradition watching Aladdin at least once a year since I was a child but I stopped since I watched Connie’s Jaffar, for fear of what could happen.”
WE’RE GOING TO BE SO FUCKED
I can’t add anything else. I’m actually frightened here. I can’t even think properly. We’re so, so fucked.
As are they. Smiling like dorks, that is. Big, beaming, can’t-hold-it-in grins.
(Then maybe they make out a little.)
I WAS LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH fortunaudentes TODAY WHEN WE SAW THAT GIFSET.
Except it involved flipped-up tunics and Dave’s wibbly mouth wrapped around a certain part of Peter’s anatomy and loud banging noises in the TARDIS.
Loud Scottish noises.
context? what context?
The Master co