Look, Ace Belle is not just into the whole…. sex thing, okay? Just no. She wants to read her books, to travel the world and maybe, just maybe, she can find someone who’s going to understand, that she’s not broken or unnatural, that she can love.
(But sometimes, in those dim hours before dawn breaks, Belle gives in to the fear that she is broken, that she can read about romance and kisses and love and desire and smile but not want it for herself and that she’s unnatural and sick for not wanting these things, these silly sweet things that most girls her age have dreamed of, that lead to marriage and the wedding bed.)
And the main problem with Gaston is that he doesn’t get this - because he’s the one convinced that he can fix her - that she’s just frigid or repressed and that if she just puts the books away, the right man (read: Gaston) can “awaken her passions.”
And Belle knows this is bullshit. So she makes it a point to run far, far away from Gaston whenever he comes skulking around and that her skin crawls when he tries to touch her and that the thought of being his “little wife” makes her physically ill.
So eventually Belle meets the Beast - in pretty much the same way we’re familiar with - and the Beast knows he’s on a timetable, that he’s got to find true love and break the spell and all that jazz.
Except he becomes friends with Belle first. And they end up sharing interests and stories and jokes and snark and laughter and finally, finally, Belle trusts him enough with her secret, the one where she thinks she’s different
and that she can love with all her heart but there’s something different
in her love and they have told her that her kind of love isn’t true at all, that it’s not any kind of love, period.
And the Beast is enraged. Not at Belle - but at everyone who’s ever made her feel this way, that her friendship was not enough, that her heart is not enough, that somehow this bright, beautiful, kind girl - who’d become his first friend in all these lonely years and whose made him realize that his enchanted servants were also his truest friends, not just frightened, paid lackeys - that they made Belle believe she was broken.
“You are not broken,” The Beast tells her. “You are Belle and I love you just as you are.”
The Beast knows he has laid his heart before her and he’s terrified and defiant all at the same time but it’s his own truth, curse or no curse.
Belle’s smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And she tells him that she loves him too, just as he is.
The curse breaks and the Beast is a Prince again and she looks at him in wonder and reaches out to touch his face, to look into his eyes. Belle knows her Beast because his eyes have never changed.
When he kisses her, he asks her first and hesitantly, she nods and that first kiss is sweet for both of them but she is pale and she trembles and he reminds her, “Did I not tell you? You are not broken. You are Belle and I love you just as you are.”
And Belle knows her Beast, her Prince, will never ask for more than she can give, will never demand her body in his bed or believe that he could somehow “awaken” her supposed “desires.”
That kind of understanding and respect is the truest sort of love.
They make this - I love you just as you are - part of their wedding vows.
And they carry on as they have always done, because they both love their books and their stories and the two of them wander the world together hand in hand and they love each other, earnest and true and happily ever after.
Concept: we’ve made a blanket fort. We’re laying on piles of pillows and playing video games. I keep winning but I think you’re letting me. This is the most at-home I’ve felt in weeks, and I feel more comfortable with you every day
Person A manages to piss Person B off. So Person A goes out to work or whatever and comes home to find their living room has been turned into a fort. There’s a sign hanging on the door that says “no douche bags allowed” and Person A usually wouldn’t care, but they’re kind of mad at Person B, so they refuse to just let Person B have their fort and begin demanding entrance, which Person B refuses. Person A gets so mad that they break the fort, resulting in Person B attacking them with pillows. This, of course, means war. In the end, they’re a giggly mess on the floor, exhausted from their pillow fight, and all is forgiven.
Except for the destruction of the pillow fort. You /know/ Person B made Person A rebuild it.
I loved every bit of you, even the things you failed to love about yourself. I know you managed to doubt that. But in this whole world that I love deeply, you were the most beautiful thing. In all your imperfections, nothing was ever more beautiful to me than you.
Gryffindor - thunderstorms, dancing in a rain storm, really close flashes of lightning, midnight conversations where you share secrets you never thought you’d share because you know they’ll never tell anyone, confrontation, the uncontrolled feeling of anger where you see red and your blood is hot in your veins, whispering during movies, loud bursts of laughter, voices gradually growing louder and louder in arguments, being a sore loser, adrenaline rushes, taking risks, goofing around, dancing like no one is watching, loud music and loud singing/yelling along, playfully insulting friends, over the top poses for photographs, being unable to keep a poker face, the sparks that fly off of fires, unbuttoned plaid shirts, talking back, everlasting incredibly fierce loyalty and love for their friends, the satisfaction that overrides all exhaustion after exercise, scraped knees, constantly covered in plasters, climbing trees, loud celebrations, giant hugs
Slytherin - tiny hidden tattoos, the cold but refreshing feeling of freezing wind hitting your face, resting bitch face, ripped jeans, being brutally honest with their friends when it’s needed without guilt, hoodies, the determination to prove themselves different to people’s ideas of them, an old teddy bear or knitted gift from their grandma they hide away but treasure, wary of too much affection, having only one or two really close friends and liking it that way, not wanting to share the things that bring them the most happiness because their favourite things belong to them, being able to find loopholes in everything and using it to their advantage, smug smiles when they know they’re right, the satisfaction of knowing someone is wrong and knowing they’re about to prove it, confidence, only ever respecting people if they prove they deserve it no matter how old the person may be, doing things just because people say they can’t, fierce protectors, swimming way underwater and pretending to be a mermaid, constantly cold hands
Ravenclaw - always getting the perfect present because they remember the smallest thing about you, messy smudges of paint on desks and skin, biting lips and tugging hair in concentration, the mixture of exhaustion and relief when they finally perfect their work, the sound of pencil against paper, saying they’re fine when they’re not because other things need to be focused on, always being ready to listen, giving great advice, elegance, the light shining through stained glass windows in churches, travelling to historic places, unfinished notebooks, unable to resist starting that new project even when they said they would take a break, knowing random bits of information that other people may find useless, classical music, listening to film soundtracks to concentrate, crumbling castles half hidden in fog, forgetting simple things but knowing everything about complicated stuff, realising the answer half way through a question and yelling it out, watching people pass by and trying to deduce their life
Hufflepuff - dungarees, flowers tucked into pockets, fairy lights, the feeling of warmth when you’re inside all cuddled up and there’s bad weather outside, blanket forts, decorating the walls with pictures of good memories, birthday cards filled with stick men and scribbles of inside jokes, oversized sweaters, decorating bags with badges, nicknames, not wanting to leave bed, wearing a blanket as a cape, laziness, swing sets and slides, the lovely feeling when a stranger is nice to you, the rush of happiness when you meet someone and just know they’re going to be a good friend, stickers all over their belongings, wind chimes, cottages in the country side, disney fairy tale movies, scented candles, singing christmas songs all year around and planning decorations in September, cheeks hurting from smiling so much, dressing up for halloween every year even if they’re just staying at home, lying on their friends laps, surprise presents even when there’s no occasion, collecting acorns, candy shops
Aries- one more round of shots. Running over a bridge at sunrise. Fighting with people you love, 60′s mod clothes and bloody knuckles, hugs with tears in your eyes and short hair blowing in the breeze. Making you feel like you’re in an exclusive clique.
Taurus- warm hugs and blankets. A feeling of belonging. Two types- the ones who slay at life and are everyone’s older sibling and the ones who are complete diamonds in the rough. Chocolate and kisses on your cheek that leave perfect lipstick marks. Little boxes full of memories. Subtle perfume that makes you calmer.
Pisces- stargazing, lullabies and heartbreak. Poems that you think of at 3am. Acoustic guitars. John green novels. Origami and shy giggles. The most open conversations that make you see new beauty in the world. Sighing when you’re lost for words.
Leo- crushing like you’re in middle school. Laughing until your ribs ache and your nose runs. Camaraderie, perfectly rolled cigarettes and lungs full of pride. Sitting on someone’s lap and feeling comfy there. Bringing a subtle gold glow of happiness to the room. Secret handshakes and in-jokes.
Capricorn- the type of rare people I don’t get to be friends with but wish I was. Knee high socks and the freshly mown grass of a school running track. bubblemint chewing gum and soft k-pop ballads on a sunny morning. Box braided hair and constellation freckles.
Libra- having your hair played with. Bags full of things people always need. Singing along to the car radio loudly and with all the wrong lyrics. Never knowing what to say but always being there when things are rough. Soft jumpers and smiling with one corner of your mouth.
Virgo- always running a hand through your hair when you see a mirror. Having a system for all your things that nobody gets. New book smell and bear hugs. Tears that come from nowhere. The feeling of getting the best view at the concert.
Cancer- pinkie promises and taking polaroids. Biting nails and fretting the small things. Friends that feel like family. The feeling of sand between your toes and staying up all night talking. Blanket forts and feeling frustrated. Celebrating the best in people.
Sagittarius- the thump in your chest when you see someone beautiful. Tears that sting your eyes and turn them red. Friends to the end, even when you change and grow. Second chances, driving with the windows down at night with your anthems playing. Muttering under your breath in your first language.
Gemini- fixing your computer in exchange for home cooking. Whispers during drinking games and being told what you don’t always want to hear. Spooning with friends. Shiny glasses, worn dance shoes and carpooling with your best friends. Feeling inadequate. Jumping on beds and sharing secrets.
Scorpio- the feeling of arriving right as the train does. Marble floors and soothing incense. Wishing your friends lived closer. Getting ready for a party and dancing around the room. Being wild beyond measure but always staying safe. Taking naps with people you love.
Aquarius- people watching over coffee. Interlocking fingers and pastel coloured post it notes. Comfy bean bags in libraries with fascinating rare books. Softly tracing skin. Stern looks and lip biting. Not getting the joke the first time round. Drowning out the world with headphones.
Okay, yeah, I know that Jason is all Roman and stuff, but just imagine him being as childish as hell sometimes (you know, at Camp Jupiter) and sometimes legionnaires will come in like:
Excuse me, Praetor Reyna, but we need Jason Grace.
And Reyna just rolls her eyes and points to Jason who’s made a blanket fort in the middle of her villa like:
Oh, so you were looking for your responsible praetor who’s going to save the world when he’s sixteen according to a super old prophecy? Yeah, he’s right there under those blankets pretending he’s on Mars.