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That's hard.  I think Flynn would be a cowboy or something where he could still think he looked handsome, yet still be costumed enough that Rapunzel wouldn't bug him.

Rapunzel would have trouble picking a costume.  Should she be April O'Neil or Thelma from Scooby Doo?  Hot Dog Princess, or a frumpy dinosaur, or the Smurfit-Stone Building?  ("Eugene?  What?  I like that building.  Why are you laughing?... No, that's not it's name.") 

So many choices!

She could be a mummy, but then Flynn would just have to carry her around for it to be authentic.  She also kind of wants to be that pirate at Navy Pier.  Not a pirate.  That one pirate.  But Flynn doesn't think that will work as well as she thinks it will.

I have NO idea how to take screenshots of my tumblr crushes, but right now I have so many good ones on there, I'm just going to have to post a bunch of links.

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Thank you all for being magical, lovely people with beautiful blogs!!! 

My favorite films (besides Tangled) are: The Last Unicorn, The Fall, Brotherhood of the Wolf, and 3:10 to Yuma. And Chistopher Nolan everything.

I have two celebrity husbands. Chris Martin and Simon Baker.

I want to go to Amalfi to paint all the boats and wade into the sea holding my skirts idly in one hand as I look for mermaids.

I can't eat peaches because they taste like embryos. 

My favorite store in Chicago is All Saints on Michigan Avenue.

I fucking love Christmas.

Five Guys is my favorite restaurant. Ever.

Recently on the shore side fire pits of Daytona I learned that the best way to make smore's is with a Reese's Cup. I can never go back.

I ride with the Sons of Turner.

More than anything I want a Caucasian Shepherd. Because that would be awesome.

fuckyeahtangled answered your question: Drabble time!

Something related to pink and white frosted animal crackers with rainbow sprinkles. Please.

They no longer had foods that could be anthropomorphized at snack time.

Ants on a log were out after the girl's half hour, harrowing tale of the ants caught in the currents of a raging river, swept down stream and away from all they knew and loved, clinging to their bit of log as if their small lives depended on it, as the rapids crashed them against rocks and the roaring water snatched at their legs to drag them down, down, down.  Her younger brother's eye grew ever wider with the tale until the first ant was lost, thrown into the black, tumbling depths and gobbled up by his sister.  He cried for a half hour, sobbing and hiccuping into his sitter's shirt as she tried desperately to calm him.

The frosted animal crackers became an entire animal civilization, with a complicated social structure.  Animals were segregated depending on species, with the camels clearly at the top of the hierarchy until the rebel elephants put an end to their iron-fisted reign with a bloody coup that left crumbs ground into the carpet and sprinkles littered across the table, stuck in the girl's hair.  The boy laughed until every last camel cookie was destroyed, at which point the girl announced that the elephants, driven mad with power, were just as bad as the camels (if not worse!) and now they had to be dealt with as well.

The pizza bagels that looked like smiley faces - the horror.