Writer's block- simple Disney definition. Somebody let Sadness near the control panel and she got tears and snot all in the Idea slot and then when Fear saw he went crazy and knocked into the button that shut down your Poetry Island, and it took the crew a long time to repair it because Joy thought that replacing the Idea slot was more important so she had them do that first. Most likely, JD4, Sadness cried for a longer time than usual so the crew had to repair more of the control panel, so you should expect your writer's block to be fixed shortly.

Sincerly, Explanation Team

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Snow doesn't descend down the folkloric streets of Mexico City. Instead, a gray-colored sky —joint by a undecent fog— crawls into the bones of old inhabitants of the neighbourhood during Christmas Eve, and forces family into uniting over dinner and regret the elegies they have taken over the year that has passed. However, 2017 came to bring a new ghost, who floated over the mouth-transferred stories that reigned over this town. Eugenia, Petén, Medellín, Álvaro Obregón; these Mexican streets held a new kind of monument that had been recalled by older generations yet remained ignored during the new millenium: debris. Imponent buildings that held the memory of an entire borough and the home of various families were reduced to dust. The blocks they lay on before now were completely abandoned, while over the debris, every other toy, yearbook or piece of clothing would show up over it. Some families dared to visit them to point them out in the name of amaze and post-traumatic shock, but in reality, they treated the sites the same they would treat touristic attractions.

For they forget the rumble that only scared them enough to post a dramatic statement on social media, yet shook the life of an entire universe that lay in between the apartments of a condo. For they forget how even the ground they relied on shook in an intense and sudden manner, threatening the confidence we have on our own existance's importance. For they forget that there was acutal suffering beyond their basic amaze, for they forget the unknown tragedies that occured just a few blocks away in a walking distance. For they have no respect for the boy that was crushed by a crumbling building while trying o get his boy back, the freshman student that watched his school fall apart, the parent who never saw his children again, the names that would be forgotten to become statistics.

Don't point out what happened in September the 19th, honor it through silent prayers and respect the grief that created these new monuments. But most of all, go on and enjoy the tiny existance that was brought to you to live. Because anytime, the September 19th demos may come back, and haunt the lives of yet a whole new generation to come... once again.

I rubbed my eyes as I sat alone on my couch, my focus locked on the computer screen in front of me. I read over the last sentence I had typed up and smiled, so close to being done. I placed my hands on the keyboard, only to be stopped by a loud bang coming from the room next door. Releasing a sigh, I shut my laptop and stood up, arching my back and raising my arms over my head as I yawned. I reached over and shut off the lamp beside the couch and walked over to the balcony. The door was already open so I just slipped into the cool, spring air and sat down. I gazed out at the neighboring hotels and the mountains far in the distance and sucked in a breath.

I jumped as another loud bang sounded from my neighbors' room, except this time it was louder, and a series of smaller sounds followed it. I stood up and gazed at the balcony attached to my neighbors room. The hairs on my arms stood up as I watched the shadows dance across the curtains shielding my neighbors glass, balcony, door.

My neighbor had moved in at least a month ago, and ever sense, I had been hearing suspicious sounds from next door. I had considered calling the hotel management, or even the police, but had convinced myself everything was fine. I was starting to regret that decision.

Turning around, I stepped inside my room and slipped on my shoes. I wasnt gonna sit back and let my neighbor scare me just because of a few sounds, so I was gonna find out what they were doing. When I reached my front door, I hesitantly gripped the handle, my other hand slowly twisting the lock. My heart wouldnt stop pounding as I pulled the door open.

Everything seemed to slow down as I stepped into the hotel hallway. I gazed around at the yellow walls and the brown and black carpet, taking it all on as I shut my door. When the door clicked, the sound seemed to reverberate along my bones and my gut was gripped by an invisible fist of anxiety. I turned around and began to fidget with my hands as my neighbors door loomed in front of me.

I raised my hand and knocked nervously on the white door, my knuckles screaming with protest with each pound of my fist on the wood. I suddenly felt very stupid as my arm fell to my side but I was frozen, I couldnt even move to try and get back in my room before my neighbor got to the door.

A quiet whimper escaped my lips as the door creaked open, but I immediately hid my fear as my neigbour appeared in the doorway. She had short, ginger hair with barely visible freckles plastering her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, her lips were plump and a rosy red and her eyes were a dazzling green. She was actually... pretty, nothing like I expected.

"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice soft and some what angelic. I shook my head, freeing myself from what seemed like a transe before replying

"No, I'm so sorry to bug you, I just heard some banging and, because it was so late at night,I wanted to come see if everything was alright." I stammered. She smiled sweetly, her teeth flashing.

"No problem. But you really shouldnt have come." She said, her voice changing from soothing to startling.

"Pardon me?" I choked out. The girls face began to morph into a horrific image plastered in blood and gore. I tried to scream but she reached out with clawed fingers and dragged me into her room by my hair. I choked on air as I sucked in breaths, trying to stay calm despite the situation. Maybe it was just a dream. Please let it be just a dream.

When she finally let go of my hair, she had morped back into the form of a woman, her body curving in and out like an hour glass. Every part of me envied her, but a small part of me also knew I should be terrified.

"Wh-whats going on." I croaked, my hands planted on the carpeted floor, the womans back to me as she walked towards the door.

"You just made a grave mistake, THATS whats going on." The woman hissed as she reached the door. But even after she said that, I wasnt purely terrified until she turned to face me, a malice grin dancing across her lips. And, when she pushed the door closed, I realized that these last moments were all I had, because when the door clicked, I was in her world, and her world was her territory.

When I heard the door click, my whole word collapsed around me, taking my sanity with it.

I have learned the most important thing in life is to put yourself first.

Not in the sense that you can never put somebody else before you, but that for the most part, you need to think about how something will affect you. Can you stand back from yourself, from the pressure put on you and think about what the end result will be?

If you're asked to stand out in the cold, are you going to do it? Or are you able to refuse because you know you'll be sick within the hour?

Sometimes, we meet people. People who we think will be our everything, whether it be a significant other, or a friend, even a family member. We think we know them. We think they would never do anything to hurt us.

And perhaps, it's not intentional.

But intentional hurt is still hurt.

And sometimes, that person becomes everything to us anyway. We would kill for them. They are all we want, all we think we need.

But after a while, we can feel that something is off. It may be a subtle feeling, or perhaps, it's one we won't admit to feeling. Suddenly, we feel ourselves searching for something else, but at the same time, we are hoping that 'something' belongs to them.

However, as time goes on, it becomes more and more difficult to deny the obvious.

This person is toxic.

What a difficult thing to admit to oneself.

But when you're in a relationship where everything you do is wrong because the other person says so, even if there is no reason for them to think that. Where you do something one way, and then try it another, and another, and it can still never be right.

When somebody toys with your emotion, manipulates you.

And you tell yourself, you're leaving.

For good.

But later, you find yourself coming back again.

And again, you find yourself with that pit in your stomach. You find yourself replaying every memory with this person over and over, and none of them seem to be good.

And you keep yourself in this loop. You tell yourself that forgiveness is key. That they'll be different this time. That they can't hurt you again.

Afterall, you have been bulding a resistance. You think your walls are strong enough to withstand anything they may throw at you.

So when you go back to them again, you go in thinking you're bullet proof, and yet, they know where each and every crack is located. They have built ladders to climb over the wall and dug tunnels to reach beneath it.

And there you are again, hurting and exposed with each action and each word they toss your way. You realize, that instead of growing stronger, you've grown weaker. Your knees buckle and you feel as if you're going to cry. You want to hide, but you have nowhere to go.

But eventually, you have to make a choice.

The hardest choice you will ever make.

You have to choose yourself. This is your life. Nobody else can control it. And so you steel yourself. You get ready for the epic battle you are about to cause. As you decide, this time, when I walk away, I am not coming back. And this time, you mean it.

And suddenly, everything floods from your lips, every word you left unsaid. Every feeling you had tucked away. And you tell them that you're gone. They laugh, reminding you of each and every time you came running back, or every time you begged them to stay. Because, after all, they owned you. They controlled you.

You take a deep breath and you turn and you walk away.

And in that moment, you know you have to prioritize yourself. You spent so long trying to please somebody who didn't give a crap about you. But now, you are going to give a crap about yourself.

2017 comes to a close.

Despite all the controversy and chaos in the world this year has actually been a good year for movies. Epic superhero blockbusters, smash hit sequels, and original new tales were all on the big screen. And I, like many, got a chance to check them out. So I’ve decided to compile a list of the Top 10 Best Movies of 2017.

My rules for placement are simple:

1) This list was organized based on my personal thoughts of the movies. If there’s a movie on this list that you don’t like or a movie that should be placed on this list, then I highly recommend you posting your own list. Again this is just my opinion. You don’t have to agree with it.

2) They have to be movies that I’ve seen. So if you’re hoping that a movie like Baby Driver or Get Out to be on this list. I’m sorry to say that I haven’t had the chance to see those movies yet.

3) In order to be placed on my Best Movies list these movies must have received a A- to A+ on my grading scale, and have the hashtag AGrade with the review. I’ll make acceptions for movies that received a B+ because I may not always see every movie I want; or not every movie recieves a solid A. That’s just how it goes.

4) I won’t be reviewing them again, but I will provide some additional commentary to each pick. Links to these reviews will also be provided in case you ever want to read them again or you haven’t checked them out yet.

5) These are only for full length feature films that came out in the year 2017. Any films I reviewed before that year will not be placed on the list. Additionally short films will not be featured as well. As much as I loved the short film In A Heartbeat and I hope it gets an Oscar nomination, it will not be on this list sad to say.

For an honorable mention I would like to give a shout out to Thor: Ragnorak. It was a fun Marvel flick, and the best of the Thor movies. Sadly it barely made the cut to this list.

And now let’s jump right into my picks for the Top 10 Best Movies of 2017, starting with...

Number 10: Captain Underpants

Link: https://theprose.com/post/166355/harry-situation-reviews-captain-underpants

My Final Grade: A

Additional Thoughts: This is probably the most underrated movie of 2017, at least in my opinion. I remember reading some of the books as a kid and wondered when a feature film would come. And now it’s here and it was great. Captain Underpants was just absolute fun. If you were a fan of the books way back when you’ll likely love this movie. If not check it out for a fun animated comedy. Just know there’s a bunch of toilet humor in it.

Number 9: War for the Planet of the Apes

Link: https://theprose.com/post/173340/harry-situation-reviews-war-for-the-planet-of-the-apes

My Final Grade: A

Additional Thoughts: The prequel/reboot trilogy comes to a spectacular close with War for the Planet of the Apes. The tale of the ape Caesar’s rise, his dawn of the new world, and his war for survival have ended in this amazing third installment in a pretty solid trilogy. I loved each of these new Planet of the Ape films and they’ve seemed to get better with each new sequel. Andy Serkis was just phenomenal as Caesar with both his acting and motion capture performance. It’s something to go ape over.

Number 8: Wonder Woman

Link: https://theprose.com/post/164434/harry-situation-reviews-wonder-woman

My Final Grade: A

Additional Thoughts: Finally, a DC film that both critics and audiences enjoyed! Wonder Woman was the superhero movie I’ve been hoping for. This is a proper way to start up the DC Extended Universe. It was fun, it was badass, and Gal Gadot owns the role. It really gets me pumped for DC’s next film (for the most part).

Number 7: IT (2017 version)

Link: https://theprose.com/post/182698/harry-situation-reviews-it-2017

My Final Grade: A

Additional Thoughts: This is hands down the scariest movie I’ve seen all year, and definitely one of my favorites. IT was an absolute blast to watch. The kids who played the members of the Losers Club were amazing and Pennywise himself was truly terrifying. And from my understanding, IT is now considered one of the best adapted movies of Stephen King’s work. You won’t know fear until you’ve seen IT!

Number 6: Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Link: https://theprose.com/post/195863/harry-situation-reviews-star-wars-episode-viii-the-last-jedi

My Final Grade: A+

Additional Thoughts: I can understand that fans have very mixed feelings about this movie. Hell, placing this here alone will divide some of my readers. But regardless the amount of fun I had while watching The Last Jedi outweighed the flaws it had, and that’s what a proper movie should do. I really loved Star Wars: The Last Jedi. I loved the bold new direction it would for the series. The main theme for this film is that it is not following the path that the other films took, it’s following a new one. The cast and characters were amazing, the action was great, and it was a true send off to the beloved Carrie Fisher. If you don’t like this movie that’s fine. I get it. Just please act mature about it and don’t ruin it for those who did enjoy the film. In the meantime, I going to set course to the new horizon a the galaxy far, far away.

Number 5: The Lego Batman Movie

Link: https://theprose.com/post/136662/harry-situation-reviews-the-lego-batman-movie

My Final Grade: A+

Additional Thoughts: It’s Lego and Batman! What more do you need? The Lego Batman Movie was one of the most fun animated films of the year. I’ll be pissed if it doesn’t get nominated for something. The voice talents were excellent, the animation stylish, the jokes worked, and it was a clever nod to various Batman lore but done in Lego form.

Number 4: Logan

Link: https://theprose.com/post/140217/harry-situation-reviews-logan

My Final Grade: A+

Additional Thoughts: Hugh Jackman delivers his final and most powerful portrayal of Marvel’s most popular comic book character, the Wolverine. Logan wasn’t just another comic book movie, it was an emotional roadtrip from start to finish. My heart broke everytime Logan was at his weakest but he kept fighting. Patrick Stewart was at his best as Charles Xavier in this film too. Makes you really wonder why the hell he went to voice a poop emoji doesn’t it? And if you want a film that’ll make me cry at the end, this is it.

Number 3: Dunkirk

Link: https://theprose.com/post/174599/harry-situation-reviews-dunkirk

My Final Grade: A+

Additional Thoughts: Dunkirk was a movie experience unlike any other. Picture the first twenty minutes of Saving Private Ryan, you know the D-Day scene, but imagine watching it for two nail-biting hours. Dunkirk was a film that had to be experienced on the big screen. It won’t feel as grand scale like watching it on Blu-ray. But regardless it was a great experience to see it on opening day. For a while this was originally going to be my pick for the top spot but there were two others that topped this one.

Number 2: Blade Runner 2049

Link: https://theprose.com/post/186471/harry-situation-reviews-blade-runner-2049

My Final Grade: A+

Additional Thoughts: This was by far the best sequel to come out of this year. I’ll be honest I didn’t have much hopes for it but that’s how this film won me over. Who would have thought that a sequel to Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner could be so good? Hell it wasn’t good, it was fantastic. Blade Runner 2049 did everything a sequel should do. Reintroduce viewers to a world previously established, adding and building new lore to that world, and standing on its own two feet and not feeling like a carbon copy. I was dazzled by this beautifully written, acted, and directed sequel. Too bad it wasn’t a box office hit. Why the hell not? Did you people go see this movie like I told you to do? No? Why the hell not? If you spent your money to see The Case for Christ instead of this epic film, SHAME ON YOU!

Number 1: The Disaster Artist

Link: https://theprose.com/post/195945/harry-situation-reviews-the-disaster-artist

My Final Grade: A+

Additional Thoughts: People might say this is cheap but I don’t give a fuck. The Disaster Artist is probably my favorite movie of the year. James Franco and company recreate Tommy Wiseau’s infamous film The Room and tell the story behind the making of it. What I loved most about it was its message. Follow your dreams; and when you end up failing, turn it around and make it a success. And that’s why The Disaster Artist is my top pick for Best Movie of 2017.

So there’s my list for the Top 10 Best Movies of 2017. Have you seen any of these movies? What were your thoughts? Any movies that should have made this list? As usual please be kind, leave a like and comment, and be sure to check out my listings for the Bottom 5 Worst Movies of 2017 when I post that soon.

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Even with the streetlights on, it gets dark outside. And trust me, it always gets cold.

We gathered pizza boxes and liquor bottles around us to keep us warm. It kept the light at the end of the tunnel shining. And though we never walked towards it, we had it around as a point of focus. Something to gather around and tell our stories while the bottle got passed around. We didn't have a care in the world, we were seen as the crust-botom of society and it was expected of us to live freely. Of course we weren't serious, we're a bunch of dirty clowns going with the hedonistic wave. And if you think you aren't jealous of us for having the audacity to live a life of freedom, then you're wrong.

Everyone wants this.

Why else have I seen randoms getting on their high horse and yelling at us for doing exactly that? What the hell do they care when I've done nothing at all to get in their way. Most of the time, I'm polite and cross the road, just to tip my hat and let that poor soul work out my existence in their own time.

But, why so serious? Because living care-free is one thing which I can always go back to. But hell, I move from town to town as if its 1933, carrying a guitar, a banjo and an accordion, a notebook filled with poems, writings, drawings and lyrics. And there's something called the internet that I just need to push the buttons to, maybe there'll be an opportunity I gotta see! Then, I'll turn it down because the streets is where I want to be. But, at least, I'll have seen't it.

"Ophelia...''

''Yes?''

''Promise that you'll never abandon me, ever-''

''I promise...''

Those few agonizing words reverberated in his mind like a broken record that ceaselessly repeated the same infuriating note again and again.

Seven years had passed since that grievous incident befell on the Prince of Jevanna, but time seemed to stop for him. Isolation engulfed his body and strangled him with despair as he knelt beside his deceased wife's grave.

Tears threatened to cascade down his eyes, but his pride wouldn't let him weep away the twinge.

''You lied to me sweet Ophelia...when you said that you'd stay with me forever...'' He whispered monotonously. The very same words he repeated every Friday when he visited her sepulcher. Never forgetting to place a bouquet of white roses on her grave.

Her Favorite Flowers.

Prince Matthew, who was once known for his charisma was buried long ago along with his wife. The person who stood in front of her grave now was a statue fashioned out of his callous fate's spite.

If only he could go back in time - if only she was not persistent. She still would have been besides him. Resting against his shoulder and humming a well-known tune. Of course those suppositions were just to provide solace to his tumultuous mind.

''Oh dear Ophelia, if only... if I knew who it was...'' He gritted his teeth in ill humor.

Rage, the only emotion he was acquainted with in these seven agonizing years. Aside from that was guilt which he felt as he reminisced about his dead wife.

Her beautiful face,

her dazzling green eyes,

her cheerful laugh...

All of it was nothing but a recollection that pierced his heart like a jagged dagger. He could have written pages on how painful it was, but all those words would not have been enough to explain his broken heart.

If only she had not departed the way she did.

Time was supposed to heal his wounds, but instead it added salt to them. Each and every second reminded him that his mate was no longer with him anymore. His train of miserable thoughts came to a halt as he heard a familiar, tender yet masculine, voice calling out to him.

''Sire, I believe it's time to leave. You might catch a cold.''  He stated, his eyes cast down in respect.

''I don't want to-'' The prince replied impassively. He was shivering with cold and his eyes were bloodshot as they clashed with the colour of his dull sapphire irises. He could not care less; he just wanted to spend some time alone with his wife. Dead wife.

''...Your wife wouldn't be pleased if I let you stay in the rain.'' Mumbled the most loyal servant of the prince. An exasperated sigh escaped through the cold lips of the Prince of Jevanna before he nodded and followed Joseph, disdainfully tearing away his gaze from his wife's grave.

He knew she was sleeping there peacefully..... Without him.