Jason: yes, you love Stephanie, we know, you love Stephanie so much, she’s the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stephanie we KNOW, you love Stephanie you fucking love Stephanie okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEPHANIE FUCKING PATRICK. WE GET IT.
Every morning there’s a battle between ‘smart me’ who set the alarm and had prosperous plans, and 'dumb me’ who makes a weak, incoherent case for having some additional sleep. Sadly 'dumb me’ is also the decision maker.
Allah created both night and day. If it’s dark in your life right now, be patient. The sun always rises. And if it’s light right now, be thankful. But know that the sun must also set. Praise your Maker for both the night and the day, and know that He never sets.
Marguerite is wearing a “Benda” mask, here’s a couple higher quality images of one:
From Wikipedia: Władysław Teodor “W.T.” Benda (January 15, 1873, Poznań, Poland (Posen, German Empire) – November 30, 1948, Newark, New Jersey, United States) was a Polish painter, illustrator, and designer.
Beginning in 1914, Benda was also an accomplished mask maker and costume designer. His sculpted, papier-mâché face masks were used in plays and dances and often in his own paintings and illustrations. They were used in masques or miracle plays in New York City at venues like the New York Coffee House. Benda also created the masks for stage productions in New York and London for such writers as Eugene O'Neill and Noël Coward. He became so well known as a mask maker that his name became synonymous for any lifelike mask, whether it was of his design or not. Benda also created “grotesque” masks, which were more fantasy or caricature in nature. Benda created the original mask design for the movie The Mask of Fu Manchu, which was originally published as a twelve part serial in Collier’s from May 7, 1932 through July 23, 1932. The cover of the May 7 issue presented a stunning portrait by Benda. In the latter stages of his career, Benda spent less time doing illustration and more time making masks.
So sometime after the wedding
Belle finds out she’s pregnant (you can headcanon how soon or long after the
wedding they conceived - the point is that as soon as Belle found out she was
pregnant she rushed to tell Rumple at the shop and then they decided gtfo of SB
And they enjoyed a normal, non-magically sped up, 9-month
pregnancy filled with so much fluff and smut. And they both researched and
chose a name for the baby together. And Rumple drove Belle to the hospital and
witnessed the birth. And they lived happily ever after. The end. This is what
happened and I don’t know what anyone else is talking about.