iām still losing it over the fucking narrative choice trying to make a rich asshole who WANTS TO TURN PUPPIES INTO A FUCKING FUR COAT sympathetic by, uh
[spins roulette wheel] having her be raised by a kindly mother who dies to [picks papers out of a hat] a pack of dalmatians running her off a cliff [throws darts at a board] and those dalmatians actually being trained ones that i guess, assassinated her fucking mother through aforementioned cliff-running and [squints at hand] are owned by a rich fashion mogul that scrappy victorian orphan cruella initially admires and wants to be like, but swears revenge on her when she finds out about her role in her motherās death?
I donāt want to believe you but I canāt bring myself to disbelieve this.
More than anything I DESPERATELY wish I could tell you I was joking about literally any of it
there are a lot of people who are going HUH??? at me in this post and iām so fucking sorry
it is super fucking real


























