Between the Power Rangers movie, episode VIII, Spider-Man Homecoming, Justice League, Wonder Woman, Ragnarok, Guardians of the Galaxy and the Yu-Gi-Oh! film I feel like 2017’s nerdiest films are trying to apologize for Carrie Fisher’s death in 2016
I really liked the idea of doing a Carry On Beauty and the Beast AU after seeing the movie. After seeing @ace-artemis-fanartist do this AMAZING fanart AU version I decided to go for it! Let me know if your interested in this becoming chaptered :) The next chapters are available here: 23
The castle loomed darkly against the grey sky, a shadowy figure in the crisp wilderness. Simon shivered lightly in the cold weather, rubbing his arms against the wind. He wasn’t sure why he had come here; it wasn’t like he actually owed his father anything. But he had tracked him to this desolate place and felt the familiar need to keep his father close to him.
His footsteps crunching in the snow were the only audible sound. The place was incredibly eerie, even if it was beautiful. He had no idea what his father was doing in a place like this or why he hadn’t reached out to him. But it seemed dangerous; Simon’s magic swirled close to the surface of his skin.
As he reached the doorway he paused. Something told him that once he entered this place he would not come back the same. If he wanted to, he could walk away, let his father conduct his strange business in this creepy castle, and return to life in the village. Agatha was waiting for him there with a thousand promises in her brown eyes. There were a million reasons for him to walk away.
He took a deep breath and pushed the heavy doors open. His heart beat rapidly as he waited for something to jump out at him. As the seconds ticked by though, he noticed that the entryway was empty. With a frown, he stepped through the threshold.
The room was dank, as if it hadn’t seen sunlight in many years. As he stepped further into the castle he noticed a large sitting area to his left. Seemingly on its own accord, the fireplace lit up with bright orange flames. Simon jumped back a step and put his hand over the hilt of his sword. But nobody attacked him from behind the large fireplace.
Simon had been raised around magic his whole life, loved it even, yet he felt there was something wrong about this place. It was as if the castle dripped in something heavy, a kind of twisted magic hung in the air.
“Look Niall! I told you he would come!” He heard someone hiss behind him.
Simon froze, trying to appear as if he hadn’t heard the voice.
“Oh, shut up Dev!” Another voice whispered.
Simon whipped around, sure that he would discover who was speaking and found himself utterly confused. Behind him, on the stairs, lay a clock and candelabra, as if left there by mistake.
“What in Merlin…” Simon muttered.
The place was starting creep him out. Figuring it would be useful in the dark space, Simon picked up the candelabra and started up the grand staircase. The castle was obviously quite large and, in its own eerie way, very grand; but Simon could not understand what it was doing in the middle of the woods. Had his father, deluded by his own power, built a castle in forested isolation to pretend to be king? Simon had to admit that it was not that big of a stretch for his father. It didn’t, however, explain the strange whispering. Or the dark magic.
He found a corridor off to his left and walked up the stone steps, knowing that his father had a tendency to seek high ground. Eventually it became clear that he was in the dungeons of the castle, something that would normally cause him to go back to the main staircase. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was getting closer to his father with every step. Eventually he turned a corner and found the one cell that wasn’t empty in the vast tower.
In the corner his father lay balled up, his green cloak stained by the water dripping from the stone ceiling. Simon drew in an audible breath. Stirred by the noise, David Snow turned and looked at his son, his eyes blank. Then he jumped out of his slumped position and threw himself at the bars.
“Oh my son! My son! Thank Merlin you’ve found me!”
“Father…what happened to you?”
His father’s eyes shifted to look behind him.
“I was looking for something in the woods…I got lost. Eventually I found this place and decided to rest here for a bit. But Simon, my boy, there’s something terrible in this place.”
Simon glanced around him.
“Yeah I know. I can feel the dark magic here.”
“No!” His father yelled, grabbing Simon’s jacket through the bars, “You don’t understand! There’s a thing here, an evil creature! He’s the one who locked me up!”
Simon wondered if his father had hit his head.
“I’m sure he was a horrible man if he could do something like this to you father, but let’s not get carried away.”
His father’s eyes widened and his face went white. Weakly, he let go of Simon and backed away from him, his eyes focused on something behind Simon. His legs began to shake.
“Not a man…” His father trailed off.
Simon felt a chill run down his spine.
Simon whipped around and came face to face with his father’s captor. He was taller than Simon, enough so to loom over him. His skin was as grey as the sky outside the castle, and his eyes were the same color, if not a little stormier. His hair was jet black and wild about his face, as if he hadn’t cut it in years. All of this, strange as it was, was still human enough.
But the fangs, the horrible, sharp fangs that protruded from his dark red lips were undoubtedly beastly. His expression matched the cruelness of his appearance, a mask of pure and utter rage.
Simon did not know what to call this person, as he somehow had ascertained the creature in front of him was indeed a person. His sword was already drawn, but he had the sinking feeling it would do little against the menacing man in front of him.
“You dare take up a sword against me? In my own home?” The man hissed.
Simon swallowed loudly.
“I-I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that you…well, you surprised me.”
The man studied him.
“Well what?” Simon said.
“Well why haven’t you put your sword down yet? Seeing as you only drew out of bewilderment.”
Simon deliberated. Putting down the sword meant relinquishing his best weapon and left him vulnerable. But keeping it drawn would likely make the man attack. Slowly he sheathed his sword.
“There,” Simon said.
The man sneered.
“What are you doing in my castle? I don’t like trespassers.”
Simon clenched his jaw.
“I wasn’t trying to trespass. My father went missing a few days ago and I tracked him here. I didn’t realize the castle was occupied by you.”
The man snarled loudly.
“So you’re the son of this disgusting excuse of a man?”
Simon growled back at him.
“How dare you talk about my father like that!” Simon yelled.
The man threw him up onto the bars in a rush, barely exerting himself. Simon had been right to assume that the man was unnaturally strong. He felt his breath rush out of him against the force of the blow.
“Your father tried to slit my throat in my sleep.”
Simon wanted to deny it, to say his father would never be capable of such a thing, but he knew that he couldn’t. Unfortunately, Simon could very well imagine his father doing just that sort of thing. The man waited for Simon to defend his father and when it was clear he wouldn’t, set Simon down.
“Simon,” His father whimpered, “He’s a monster! I only thought I was doing the right thing!”
The man laughed darkly.
“Is that so? Is stuffing your bag with dozens of my possessions doing the right thing?”
Simon looked down. His father was not a good man, Simon knew this already, but he was the only family he had left. Whether he liked it or not, he would need to break his father out of the castle.
In a flash Simon had his wand out and pointed at the monstrous man’s throat. He was prepared to say a spell when the man laughed raucously. Simon paused, his mouth hanging open in confusion.
“Going to cast a spell are you? I don’t think you’ll have much luck with that.”
Simon realized that although he could feel his magic, he couldn’t tap into it.
“Why…what’s wrong with this place?”
The man pulled back his upper lip to expose more of his fangs. It was truly a terrible sight, an image that made fear run up the length of Simon’s body.
“It’s cursed. Like me.”
“What are you?” Simon whispered.
Something flitted across the man’s expression, too quick for Simon to decipher. As quickly as it had come, the look left the man’s expression and was replaced by cold disinterest.
“Enough questions. Your father will spend the rest of his life rotting in this cell; I don’t care what you think about it. He committed treason as far as I’m concerned. “
Simon sagged in defeat. The smart move would be to respectfully apologize on behalf of his father and to leave. It was in his best interest to leave his father, and this mysterious man, behind him forever. After all, his father had committed horrible crimes; he deserved to be here.
“I know,” Simon started, “That what my father did was despicable.”
His father moaned weakly in his cell.
“But,” Simon continued, through gritted teeth, “I cannot simply leave him here. I have no hope of beating you in a fight without my magic and I don’t wish for my family name to cause any more violence in your home.”
The man frowned.
“And so…” Simon trailed off, “Punish me instead.”
The man’s eyes widened. From behind him he could hear his father shrieking with happiness. Simon closed his eyes, trying to quell the pain in his chest.
“You would take your father’s place?”
Simon felt his father grab his leg through the bars. He was kissing Simon’s calf.
“Thank you my son. Oh. Bless you. I won’t forget this.”
Simon’s throat hurt.
“Yes, I will take his place.”
The man pointed in disgust to his father, who was crying in happiness on his hands and knees.
“You would sacrifice your entire life? For a coward like this?”
“Enough questions,” Simon threw the man’s earlier words back at him, “Just let him go and do what you want with me.”
The man glared at him for a minute, as if he was unwilling to accept Simon’s offer. Eventually though, he pushed Simon aside and unlocked the cell door. His father sprang out and ran down the stairs, without a backwards glance at Simon.
“I’ll come back for you Simon! I swear it,” He heard his father shout out from below.
Simon knew it was a lie. He knew that unless he found some way to escape on his own that he would be stuck here until he died. David Snow was not a good man but he was an even worse father.
The man allowed Simon the dignity of entering the cell on his own as opposed to throwing him in. Keeping eye contact with him, the man closed and locked the cell door.
“Your father is a selfish and cruel man. But you…”
Simon waited for him to continue. With a shake of his head, the man turned away and began to walk down the stone stairway.
“You are a fool.”
With that, the man walked away, leaving Simon completely alone. Sighing, Simon slid down to the floor. He wished he could say that the man was a monster, that he had forced Simon’s hand and treated his father unfairly. But the truth was cruel, and Simon had to bite his lip to stop himself from screaming.
The truth was that his father had deserved what he got.
And the beast had been right; Simon Snow was the biggest fool of all.
(If you have the time) you should do a book rec list!!
$Definitely!! I’m just going to include the ones that I’ve read that have resonated with me personally, so please feel free to message me for specific recs (Scifi, romance, wlw, etc) and i’ll look into making a more refined list for you. Reading is truly such a positive outlet, regardless of age, and I really hope there is something on here for everyone to love as much as I did.
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz. Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be.
This book is so important. It follows two Mexican-America boys, through the 80s in Texas, and at the very heart of all of it, is a love so pure and intense, it made me genuinely choke up with how intimate it was. (Try not to fall in love with Dante, I dare you, you will fail, just as hard as Ari)
Girl Mans Up by M-E Gerard. All Pen wants is to be the kind of girl she’s always been. So why does everyone have a problem with it? They think the way she looks and acts means she’s trying to be a boy—that she should quit trying to be something she’s not. If she dresses like a girl, and does what her folks want, it will show respect. If she takes orders and does what her friend Colby wants, it will show her loyalty.But respect and loyalty, Pen discovers, are empty words. Old-world parents, disintegrating friendships, and strong feelings for other girls drive Pen to see the truth—that in order to be who she truly wants to be, she’ll have to man up.
Girl Mans Up is such a great book about gender identity for queer girls. Pen is amazing narrator, and having it in the first person perspective is perfect for seeing just how frustrating it is to be a girl that doesn’t fit the gender role she’s expected to. (She also has a girlfriend who she stays with in the entire book and they have a wonderful relationship, no one dies 10/10)
Whatever: or how junior year became totally f$@ked by S.J. Goslee @pantstomatch. Junior year is about to start. Here’s what Mike Tate knows:His friends are awesome and their crappy garage band is a great excuse to drink cheap beer. Rook Wallace is the devil. The Lemonheads rock. And his girlfriend Lisa is the coolest. Then Lisa breaks up with him, which makes Mike only a little sad, because they’ll stay friends and he never knew what to do with her boobs anyway. But when Mike finds out why Lisa dumped him, it blows his mind. And worse―he gets elected to homecoming court.With a standout voice, a hilariously honest view on sex and sexuality, and enough f-bombs to make your mom blush, S.J. Goslee’s debut YA novel Whatever. is a fresh, modern take on the coming-out story.
I’m honestly 100% certain there isn’t a summary that could do Whatever justice. I read this book because another librarian I work with suggested it to me, and I haven’t laughed out loud so much at a book since the Georgia Nicholson Diaries. Mike is a bisexual teen who frequently doesn’t shower and hangs out with the most endearing group of straight boys you could possibly conjure up. This book also has incredibly refreshing male/female friendships and the sweetest sibling relationship between Mike and his eccentric little sister, Rosie.
Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who’s ever been chosen.That’s what his roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he’s probably right.Half the time, Simon can’t even make his wand work, and the other half, he starts something on fire. His mentor’s avoiding him, his girlfriend broke up with him, and there’s a magic-eating monster running around, wearing Simon’s face. Baz would be having a field day with all this, if he were here–it’s their last year at the Watford School of Magicks, and Simon’s infuriating nemesis didn’t even bother to show up.
It’s Harry Potter but funnier and Harry and Draco end up together!! Actually, it’s Simon and Baz, but honestly it’s what all of our thirteen year old selves were starved for, like junkies of fanfiction.net, just looking for a fix. I’m always a little hesitant of YA romance novels with vampires (For good reason, I think we’re all a little jaded still), but Baz is my Favorite Vampire™. He’s funny and sarcastic and moody and just a little bit lonely, the poor thing.
The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater @maggie-stiefvater. Every year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue never sees them–until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks to her.His name is Gansey, a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble.But Blue is drawn to Gansey, in a way she can’t entirely explain. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul whose emotions range from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher who notices many things but says very little.For as long as she can remember, Blue has been warned that she will cause her true love to die. She doesn’t believe in true love, and never thought this would be a problem. But as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she’s not so sure anymore
This sort of sounds like a lovey dovey romance novel right? It’s not. There’s magic, and psychics, and dead Welsh Kings (this medieval lit major was shook), and the most fleshed out characters I’ve read in a series in about 8,000 years. I didn’t think I could fall in love with a group of spoiled prep school boys, and neither does the main character Blue, but here she is with her four husbands.
Timekeeper by Tara Sim. In an alternate Victorian world controlled by clock towers, a damaged clock can fracture time–and a destroyed one can stop it completely. It’s a truth that seventeen-year-old clock mechanic Danny Hart knows all too well; his father has been trapped in a Stopped town east of London for three years. Though Danny is a prodigy who can repair not only clockwork, but the very fabric of time, his fixation with staging a rescue is quickly becoming a concern to his superiors. And so they assign him to Enfield, a town where the tower seems to be forever plagued with problems. Danny’s new apprentice both annoys and intrigues him, and though the boy is eager to work, he maintains a secretive distance. Danny soon discovers why: he is the tower’s clock spirit, a mythical being that oversees Enfield’s time. Though the boys are drawn together by their loneliness, Danny knows falling in love with a clock spirit is forbidden, and means risking everything he’s fought to achieve. But when a series of bombings at nearby towers threaten to Stop more cities, Danny must race to prevent Enfield from becoming the next target or he’ll not only lose his father, but the boy he loves, forever.
I didn’t think steampunk was my thing, but I see maybe I was wrong. Or maybe I just really love this one particular steampunk book. Danny is so full of moxie and sarcasm and nervous sweating and tea it’s easy to see why Colton falls for him. This book also tends to tackle really heavy subjects without you realizing its done just that.
AN: I wrote this some time ago and felt like sharing it because it’s not too bad. While reading, please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language, so excuse any possible mistakes.
The way he looks at me is irritating.
His eyes never seem
to leave me. They’re following me through the room, a solid blue
wall. Blue as crayons. They’re extraordinarily ordinary.
I try not to let him notice how he
unnerves me. I try to ignore him and his stupidly blue eyes. His
tawny skin and his unruly curls. Everything about him is golden and
so bright that it looks like he belongs in space. Somewhere far away.
Definitely not here.
This boy looks like he belongs to
another planet. His skin is an indescribable mixture of reds and
browns and it shimmers like pixie dust. His hair is dark and way
longer than mine and it falls over his shoulders, framing his face,
making it look at least a bit softer. Because his cheekbones are
sharp and his eyes are hard and he scowls all the time.
He should make me feel uncomfortable.
I should be scared by him.
But I’m not.
He seems to be
drawing me in. I can’t stop watching him, how he moves around. He
talks to no one and no one talks to him. Does he feel alone? It seems
like there are galaxies between me and him.
I finally know where he belongs. He’s
the sun that is missing in the galaxy I call my life. He completes my
very own sun-system. He still hasn’t stopped looking at me.
And when I hear people slowly leaving
the room, I decide that I should be brave once in my life.
I turn and look at him. Right into his
ridiculously blue eyes.
My breath catches and for a moment, he
is all that I can see. He’s the centre of my everything. He’s
every nice thing I can think of.
But then he looks away and the moment
His grey eyes seem to have unsettled
something deep inside of me. Something I was afraid do wake,
something I never wanted to think about. He’s still holding my gaze
and it hurts, looking at his face hurts. It makes me think of how
much I want to talk to him, screw his intimidating looks.
So I break the eye-contact.
Then I stand up.
And start to make my way towards him.
Within seconds he’s in front of me,
making my stomach turn. I can’t name the look on his face. Is he
angry because I stared at him? Shouldn’t I be the one who’s
But then he interrupts my thoughts by
saying: “You don’t talk to anyone.”
It surprises me. It’s not even a
question, it’s a simple statement. What am I supposed to answer to
this? I don’t want to scare him away, he’s even more beautiful up
“That’s none of
your fucking business.”
He spits out a rude answer, but I
can’t really blame him, since my question was probably the least
eloquent thing I could have said.
stutter, trying to regain my composure. “I just wanted to ask if I
could sit with you.”
There’s a flicker of something in
his eyes and I hope that he’ll say yes.
This boy is going to be the death of
me. Now that he’s standing right in front of me, I can see that his
face is sprinkled with tiny freckles. There’s an edge of one of his
teeth missing, which makes him look way younger. He’s making me feel
sick. But the good kind.
He asked if he could sit with me and
if I weren’t so absolutely incompatible with human beings, I would
have said yes by now. But I still haven’t answered his question and
he’s still looking up at me with his blue eyes, chewing on his plump
Before I can think to much about this,
I feel my mouth opening.
you insist,” he mumbles and for
a moment, I’m worried that he’s irritated by me and is just
surrendering because he wants me to stop talking. But then he shoots
me a half-smile and it feels like gravity has lost its hold on me.
smile back at him, already planning to tell Penny all of this as soon
as I enter our flat. Although he seemed so far away at first, almost
like he lived on another planet, I can’t feel the galaxies dividing
us any more. Now we’re circling around each other. As if he’s as
focused on me as I am on him.
But then he frowns.
He beams at me and I can’t help but
try to memorize all of his expression, in case I’m not seeing it
again. Or at least, not directed at me.
We’re both silent for a moment,
standing in the middle of the empty room and staring at each other.
Then I remember that I don’t even know his name.
His face falls when I stop smiling and
I immediately want to comfort him, tell him that I didn’t change my
mind, that I’m just thinking, but I’m not exactly known to be
empathic in public.
your name?”, I ask, cringing internally at how emotionless my voice
He relaxes, ruffling his curls as his
Oh well, at least we both have
He grins when he hears my name, and I
immediately feel self-conscious. My name is one of the things I will
never not be embarrassed about.
I have already opened my mouth to say
something when he cuts me off.
worry, I’m not making fun of you. Would be a bit hypocritical if you
consider that my name is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. You can call
me Baz though.”
I snort, feeling relieved. His name is
as extraordinary as he is and even though there’s no way I’m going to
remember all of it, I still like it. It sort of fits him.
My stomach does a somersault when
Simon says, “We match, I guess.”.
We do not match, we absolutely don’t.
But that doesn’t stop me from trying.
I believe in strong women. I believe in the woman who is able to stand up for herself. I believe in the woman who doesn’t need to hide behind her husband’s back. I believe that if you have problems, as a woman you deal with them, you don’t play victim, you don’t make yourself look pitiful, you don’t point fingers. You stand and you deal. You face the world with a head held high and you carry the universe in your heart.
She carries her own little universe within herself, every single content paints her life story and reminds her that she’s a piece of it,
the stars remind her of never giving up, of always seeing the good in bad and even when you’re at your worst you should just keep shining,
the clouds remind her of how important it is to travel, to see the beauty of this world and to breathe a different air and to get lost in a foreign city,
the hurricanes remind her of the past, of the fact that it may hurt, but accepting all that pain makes you stronger and wiser, everything can change in a minute and we have no control on anything,
the sunsets and sunrises remind her of how beautiful it is to continue doing your thing, even when nobody notices you, because it doesn’t mean that you suck, at the end of the day, you should do things for yourself first,
the rain reminds her of the fact that letting emotions out is always good to do, because in order to grow and to bloom you have to cry at first,
the air reminds her of being kind to others, to always help them and show them that life is truly beautiful, you know you have lived when someone tells you “because of you, i never gave up.”