"Never again shall you thirst, for I am come to wet your mouth with wine and water, to quench your thirst with kisses. Words of Love from my own lips will serve as your oasis, and you shall never want for drink again."
jack says you can’t go into the empty. jack says it’s too loud in there. jack woke up the empty. jack made it loud, filling the space with angelic screeching, with the screams and wails of demons. no human could stand the noise. no human could survive it.
dean looks like he’s been punched, looks like he might cry. sam’s face is a careful mask as he places a delicate hand on his brother’s shoulder. neither of them wanted to hear these news. jack looks well and truly sorry to have delivered it.
eileen steps forward.
i’ll go, she says. the winchesters exchange looks. a smile grows in the corners of sam’s mouth. eileen pulls on dean’s jacket, the one with the bloody handprint painted on the sleeve. she curls her hand around an angel blade. she gives sam a kiss on the lips, and dean a kiss on the forehead, wrapping a hand around his neck and hauling him down to her height. she ruffles jack’s hair, and he opens up a tear in the universe.
the empty makes a horrible screeching noise, the sound of millions of angels screaming, the sound of demons wailing and hissing. sam and dean fall to their knees, cover their bleeding ears. eileen leaps into the portal.
it closes behind her. dean and sam sit in the bunker library in silence. dean stews in self-loathing–why couldn’t he have rescued cas, why’d he have to risk eileen, what if something happens, they can’t afford for both winchester brothers to wallow in grief, god he’s such a fuck-up–and sam waits with bated breath. he knows eileen will come back. he knows she’ll have cas with her.
i found out that Robin Williams was paid $75,000 for voicing the Genie in Aladdin, which went on to gross over $504 million worldwide.
Disney later sent him a late Picasso painting (estimated at the time to be worth $1 million) as a way of thanking him for his work.
Yeah and he was so furious about the way that disney treated him that he refused to accept the painting. Disney completely fucked him over because disney doesn’t care about anything other than making money.
Before he was scouted for aladdin he was working on a passion project (ferngully) when disney caught wind of the fact that a smaller animation studio had got comedian smash hit robbin williams. They tried at first to get him to only work on aladdin but robin refused to stop working on ferngully. Disney didn’t like that so they actively sabotaged the production of ferngully by doing things like renting out locations which the ferngully team had already paid to use, but nobody can turn down disney money.
There’s a good reason why robin refused to voice the genie in aladdin 2 or any of the videogames he appeared in. Fuck disney
Dude, we got Aladin out of it. That’s worth destroying some random project that probably wasn’t going to be any good in the first place.
There is no way on earth some b list indie movie is better than aladdin, a contender for best animated movie ever.
Indie movie? Not only is it a good film, it was produced by 20th Century Fox, one of the biggest film studios on the planet at the time. Why do people assume that any animated film not made by Disney must automatically be inferior? There are plenty of creative voices out there that just don’t fit in with the Mouse Monolith.
Anyway, there’s a reason why Robin Williams was only paid $75k to play the Genie: he actually refused a multi-million dollar offer and took a pay cut in exchange for Disney’s promise that they wouldn’t use his name or the Genie character to promote the film. Williams hated the idea of his name and voice being used to sell merchandise to kids, thinking that it was predatory and that it cheapened animation as an art form. So he asked Disney to promise not to put his name in any ads, and only give the Genie a small spot on the film poster. How’d that work out?
YEAH, NOT GREAT.
This is the original theatrical poster. It’s pretty much the complete opposite of what Williams was promised by Disney. The ad campaign hyped the hell out of Williams being in the movie: if you look at the old TV ads, Aladdin himself is barely in them, it’s pretty much a Genie sizzle reel. And of course, they made an Mt. Everest’s worth of Genie merchandise and marketed it directly to kids. Williams was livid, and refused to work on any Disney project for years (which was right around the time that he became the hottest comedian in Hollywood. Disney played themselves.) That’s why Genie is voiced by another actor in the sequel and the subsequent Aladdin TV series.
Four years later, Williams patched things up with Disney (after one of their top execs publicly apologized to him) and he agreed to play the Genie in the direct-to-video film Aladdin and the King of Thieves. This time, he didn’t even bother trying to appeal to Disney’s good faith: he took a million dollar payday, at that point the biggest payment an actor had ever received for a direct-to-video film. And he agreed to let them use his name in advertising, which Disney was not shy about: the words “starring Robin Williams” are PART OF THE FILM’S LOGO.
I had to reblog this addition, because brand loyalty amazes me. ‘Disney’s name is on it, so it HAS to be superior.’ Smh
I wasn’t going to reblog this, because I already knew about the whole Aladdin/Robin Williams debacle, BUT THE SHEER AUDACITY OF PEOPLE CLAIMING FERN GULLY DESERVED TO BE SHAT ON BECAUSE IT WASN’T DISNEY INFURIATES ME.
Fern Gully was one of my fave movies as a child. The animation was stunning and inspiring to me. Watching water ripples light up in dark caves as a fairy skipped through them, seeing plants grow and bloom throughout a forest. Not only Robin Williams was a part of this film, but so was Tim Curry. Just watch this villain song and tell me Fern Gully isn’t worth anyone’s time.
I *loved* fern gully.
Fern Gully gave me nightmares but in a good way. Aladdin was fun but Fern Gully made you FEEL THINGS.
It’s nearing midnight and they stop for fuel at some gas station in the middle of nowhere.
Sam has been dozing in the backseat for the last fifteen miles and Cas, sitting shotgun, has started to nod off. Even Dean’s eyes are starting to itch and he knows he’ll have to stop for the night soon if he doesn’t wanna get into an accident.
But first, fuel. Dean inserts the gas pump and considers heading inside to pick up some snack to help keep himself awake for the last stretch of the day’s journey. He’s debating between red vines and mixed nuts when the door on the passenger side opens and Cas exits.
Dean looks him over as he stands and stretches, a familiar warmth blooming underneath his collar. He considers saying something to break the tension probably only he feels but decides against it; the night is too quiet and too lovely to be interrupted like that.
It rained earlier. The ground is still wet, small puddles gathered where the pavement is concave, reflecting the too-bright lights hanging above them. There’s a faint smell of gasoline in the air but also that undefinable scent of the aftermath of rain, fresh and cool.
Cas finishes stretching and now he’s the one looking at Dean, staring unashamedly. Dean stares right back, at Cas’ hair sticking up where his head rested against the window, at the dark bruise forming on his cheek. His eyes have an almost eerie glow to them in this light and he’s so beautiful it makes Dean ache.
Dean should say something. Ask Cas if he wants something from the shop. Tell him they’ll be stopping for the night as soon as they come across a motel. Make small talk about the weather, even.
He doesn’t. He keeps staring and Cas stares back and just when it seems that nothing can end this moment, Cas leans in.
Dean inhales sharply as Cas’ lips touch his, eyes closing on instinct. It’s barely a kiss, just a dry press of lips against lips that lasts for all of two seconds before Cas is pulling away, leaving Dean dizzy and wanting for more. It almost seems like it didn’t happen, the only hint in Cas’ expression the faint, pleased upturn of his lips.
“I’m going inside to buy beef jerky,” he tells Dean.
Dean stares at him.
“Do you want anything?”
Dean wordlessly shakes his head.
“Alright.”
Cas walks off and Dean watches him go, bewildered. He’s still standing in the same spot when Cas returns.
“I got you peanut M&Ms,” he says, handing Dean the bag and climbing back into his seat.
Dean watches him for a beat, the turns back to the pump. It’s stopped, the tank long since full, and Dean puts it away on autopilot before getting in the car. He looks down at the bag of M&Ms in his hand, then at Cas, who looks back at him nonplussed.
“Thanks,” he finally croaks.
“You’re welcome,” Cas says.
Dean goes to turn the engine on. Then, considering, he looks over his shoulder to check on Sam - still out like a light. He turns back to Cas, something surging in his chest, giving him the courage to lean in and give him a quick peck on the cheek. It makes him feel strange and clumsy but Cas just gives him an unbearably gentle smile, eyes alight.
