bi beast

Once again, anyone criticizing LaFou being gay

It It their FIRST gay character. They are not going to obviously just have their very first gay character jump up and say it (especially in the time and place the movie is set)

But consider this, Disney is finally saying fuck you to the homophobia in their past. They aren’t afraid to piss people off anymore because they know how important representation is in this day and age.

Soon, we’ll have same-sex couples in the background. Soon we’ll have a gay/lesbian/bi sidekick who finds their true love and is happy with them. Soon we’ll have a gay prince and lesbian princess forced to be engaged before they find their real loves in the village below.

Soon, a young suicidal closeted LGBT kid will look at a Disney character like them and realize no matter who hates them, they are valuable and deserve to be alive and happy.

Soon, Disney will be on top once again and the world has the live action Beauty and the Beast to thank.

“Finally! A woman”

I have this headcanon that a young man once turned up at the castle. The beast and he fell in love but neither had admitted it yet (you know because they were both fucking scared that they’d get it wrong and the other would kill/leave them) and one day the young man went into town to buy a gift for The Beast. And when he would present it to The Beast, then the man would admit his love. He had this whole speech prepared. 

But when he was there he was so giddy with fear and excitement that he let slip that his gift was for a man and well you can see where this is going.

The Beast was heartbroken, he thought the man had left him. And so he became recluse. He scared away visitors and ignored the object-servants unless he was mad at them or something. He accepted his fate…

Until one day a bright eyed young woman who loved to read and readily sacrificed herself for her father appeared on his doorstep. 

And the beast was reminded of the man who had ran away from his home, traveled days through the forest, fought of wolves and bears, still had hope in his heart and no judgment in his eyes as he arrived at the castle. The beast let himself fall in love again.

And then she leaves.

abbykaye7  asked:

Omg all I can think of is Gafou height difference headcanons. Like Lefou struggling to get something on a high shelf and Gaston just smirks and easily reaches up to get it. Lefou having to tug Gaston down for a kiss. Gaston holding something in his hand purposely out of reach and keeps saying "Come on Lefou, reach for it!" And Lefou just punches him to make him drop it. But also Gaston hugging him from behind and laying his chin on his head and is all cuddly and purring softly.

I have so many for this I’m so rr y

  • When they dance, Gaston can literally sweep Lefou off his feet because during the twirls and the steps, Lefou can’t reach his hand to Gaston so he gets lifted with one arm
  • It’s really hot, dancing is one of Lefou’s fave past times because of this 
  • Gaston really likes the rhubarb jam Lefou buys in town, so he puts it on the third shelf of the cupboard so Lefou can’t reach it 
  • I mean he hates the blackberry and the gooseberry ones, they’re too bitter, so he leaves those for Lefou, but Lefou likes making pie with the rhubarb one so it’s a constant battle, especially in the mornings
  • “Mmmm. If only you could enjoy this fresh bread with this lovely, delicious rhubarb jam smeared all over it!” 
  • “Fuck you.”
  • Gaston asking Lefou to pack up their things for a hunting trip, but Lefou can’t reach any of the stuff he’s supposed to pack
  • He just stacks pots until he can get on top and finally reach, but one pot slips a little, and the shotgun Lefou’s reaching for goes off, blowing a hole in their bedroom ceiling
  • Gaston comes rushing in, and sees Lefou lying, groaning, in a pile of pots and pans, sawdust from the roof falling on him
  • “Well Lefou, at least we know you can fire a gun. Now to do it properly on our hunts, like I’ve been teaching you…”
  • Lefou working in the garden sometimes, standing up to admire how fucking amazing his green beans look, and feeling Gaston’s arms wrap around him from behind, his boyfriend’s chin resting on his head and his chest, rising and falling, pressed up against his back
  • “I love you so much,” Lefou whispers.
  • “Mmmm, as do I, my dear.”
  • “I was talking to my vegetables, Gaston, but you’re a great guy too.” 
  • People snickering in the streets over their height difference, and Gaston watching the light in Lefou’s eyes dim a little at every comment 
  • One day, he’s just fucking done with it, and whips around angrily
  • “Lefou may be smaller than you sir, but he is ten times the man you could ever hope to be!” 
  • “Gaston, stoppit! You just ripped into the school headmaster!
  • “It’s fine, he never liked me anyway.” 
  • Also height!! difference!! kisses!! 
  • Lefou standing on his tippie toes trying to reach up to Gaston’s lips, but can only make it to his neck, so Gaston’s got a lot of obvious hickeys 
  • When Gaston’s in one of his moods, he can always hold his head up to avoid the romantic gesture of Lefou’s kisses and it pisses Lefou off so much 
  • He tugs Gaston’s ponytail to get him to lean down
  • “Get your ass down here!”
  • “I thought you wanted to kiss my lips, not my ass.”
  • “You tALL bAsTaRd!!”
  • Gaston just laughs and picks Lefou up, slotting their lips together and spinning them both

They’re still in the tavern.

Everyone has gone away and only few candles are alight, casting long shadows on the walls.
After the boisterous laughs and drunken mess of a moment before, now there’s a sober stillness that gives Lefou a certain… almost disquieting feeling.
He stole a glance towards Gaston.

He sat there, a forgotten pint half drunk in front of him on the table. His face was partially hidden by a shadow, and the warm light only enhanced the strong line of his jaw. He seemed deep in thought; apparently still brooding over something.

Lefou got up, wobbling slightly, and took his overcoat. Time to call it a night, he supposed.

“You all right?” he asked, breaking the silence.

He thought he had managed to cheer the man up with his– frankly brilliant - improvised song.
Gaston didn’t reply. Instead he stood up with a loud screech of the chair. Lefou stood still, blinking at his friend.
He came near him humming quietly.

“…say it again, who’s a man among men”

The deep rumble of that voice sends a shiver down Lefou’s spine.

“…who’s the super success”
Lefou went along with him, a much slower (and maybe tipsier) version of the tune.

He felt the sudden warm weight of Gaston’s hands on his shoulders and stilled immediately. Gaston circled him and went on, still humming, until he brusquely pulled Lefou against him from behind.

For the second time that evening Lefou found himself against that strong and compact chest, and his mind went blank. He felt a warm breath on his ear, and shuddered closing his eyes.
He didn’t know what’s gotten all of a sudden into Gaston, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. It all felt rather like one of his dreams. Maybe it was.

“…Don’t you know”

Hearing that deep baritone from so close and being able to feel the vibrations of it on his back did things to him. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Gaston’s hands travelled from his shoulders down to his sides, and gripped hard.

Pressed like he was against his body, being kept firmly in place by those muscled arms and powerul hands, Lefou felt warm all over, he wanted this dream to never end… not a dream though, supplied one tiny part of his rational mind.

Maybe he should stop this. Maybe Gaston was joking. But it didn’t seem like that. He never did such things, not with Lefou at least.
What if…

“Can’t you guess” Gaston growled lowly in his ear, then nuzzled in his curled hair.

“G-Gastoooon…” his own voice was a high-pitched and strangled exhalation.

“Mmmh, that’s right.”

He could feel Gaston’s smirk on his neck. His legs felt like jelly and Gaston’s arms locked firmly on his waist.
The candles’ light danced before his eyes, the room started to wobble.
Oh no. It wasn’t the room. Lefou gasped and a low moan escaped him. Gaston was oh so very slowly swaying with him, left and right, humming still, back and forth, an hypnotizing rhythm.
But he needed to know.

“Isn’t- isn’t this a bit too much?” he asked, already fearing the response, the inevitable laugh and rejection.

Gaston breathed him in, rubbing his nose on Lefou’s neck. He nipped it lightly, his teeth sharp on his tender flesh. The man had really an obsession for bites, he thought amused. Seconds of cosy warmth and soothing rocking passed by.

“On the contrary, my little Lefou.” Gaston nearly purred, his voice was so low. Lefou gasped and felt a familiar electric pull on his lower belly.
Oh sweet heavens. Did he dare hope?

“It isn’t nearly enough.”


( Part 2 )

Some live-action BATB headcanons (mostly about Lumiere and Plumette’s wedding because I’m a sap):

  • Prince/Beast is bi or pan (”…his parties with the most beautiful people,” “…and earn their love in return”).
  • Before the spell was broken, the members of the staff who were able to move throughout the castle would relay messages between Cadenza and Garderobe from time to time.
  • Lumiere and Plumette get engaged soon after they become human again. Lumiere had promised her it would happen once the curse was lifted, and sometimes talking about their possible future was comforting to them.
  • Lumiere makes Cogsworth his best man, mostly because he’s very organized, but also because it means he’ll have to give a toast and admit that Lumiere has good points.
  • Chip is the ring bearer.
  • Cadenza plays the processional music, and Garderobe sings for their first dance (okay I’m going by modern wedding customs, I don’t know if any of this is how they did it in 18th century France). 
  • Lumiere cries when he sees her in the dress.
  • So does Cogsworth.
  • Everyone’s crying or almost crying during the vows, mainly because they thought there would never be a chance for this to happen.
  • When the officiant says “You may now kiss the bride” he hasn’t even finished the sentence before Plumette grabs Lumiere’s face and kisses him.
  • The Prince insists on throwing them a huge reception in the ballroom and basically invites the entire town (LeFou goes with his new boyfriend, of course).
  • Plumette has a dance with Chip and he’s standing on her feet the whole time and it’s adorable.
  • Everyone keeps saying how Plumette is the most beautiful woman there (and let’s be real, she is). Lumiere can’t take his eyes off her and he keeps smiling because he’s so ridiculously in love with her and he can’t believe his luck.