dude's a beast

So one time, one of my guy friends said, “I’m pretty sure I’m straight but I’ve never slept with a man so how do I know for sure if I’m not bisexual or gay” and so he actually went and picked up a guy, had sex with him and after ward he said, “Well that was fun but I appear to be straight.” and just went on with his life without making a big deal about his dip into homosexuality and really, I think everybody should be this relaxed about sexualities

Inspired by THIS POST about gay Disney Princesses. 


When the old beggar comes to the door, Addy knows better than to let her in. She doesn’t look at the rose or the woman too long; she shuts the door.

Some will call her arrogant or selfish, but what is she to do? No guards, parents in the capital (not, here, not here), and the knowledge that she is the damsel in all those fairy tales weighs heavily on her mind. Oh, little princess, far from home and alone, so alone.

The Enchantress (for they do not call her witch) makes sure that she stays that way.

Alone except for her wilting rose.

(She did not want it, would not take it, so she was bound to it. Such is the way of Princesses.)

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Addy used to have frightful bursts of temper. Her face would turn red, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, mouth screwed into an upside down kidney bean. Anything could set her off; a too tight corset, a walk ended too quickly, another toy sword taken away. She’d wail and scream, kick her feet and punch the air, tear and rend anything within arm’s reach.

The first time she has a fit in her new form, it’s after Mrs. Potts reads the King and Queen’s decision on her…condition. She’s to stay here, on the outskirts of their kingdom, until a Prince comes to release her from her spell. Alone until a different sort of bond is forced on her, until she is made to change from princess to beast to bride.

Addy know why they refuse to save her. It’s because she’s always been too big, too strong, too ill-tempered, too–

In her rage, Addy upends the tea tray, forgetting, forgetting, forgetting.

She is reminded when fine china falls to the hard ground, when it rattles, when it shatters, when it screams.

“No!” Addy falls to her knees next to her dishes– no, her friends and frantically rights them, apologies tumbling from her lips, eyes brimming with tears.

“Temper,” Mrs. Potts murmurs, more out of reflex than anything, looking obviously terrified. She hops from her side to her base, better able to control her new body than any other castle resident. Her lid is sitting askew and her eyes are wide (so wide) as they dart from one cup to another. “Daniel? Daniel!”

Addy cuts herself on broken porcelain and flinches. She–she’d killed him, she’d been so thoughtless, how could she? “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–”

“I’m okay,” a little voice says. “I’m okay, Mom!”

 Addy sobs as she locates him under the silver platter, on his side, trapped. She throws the platter too hard, lodging it in the wall, and takes Daniel in her paws.  

“It’s okay, Princess Addy,” Daniel chirps at her. He’s a little older than her, just a few years, and he’s always trying to be strong. His eyes are wide (too wide), but he offers her a tremulous smile. “I’m okay.”

“Thank goodness,” Mrs. Potts says and her china clinks as she hops forward. 

Addy’s eyes lock on the horrible, huge chip in his rim. 

I did that.

She’s across the room before being aware of setting Daniel down, of standing, of leaping away.

“Princess,” Mrs. Potts says from her low, low position on the floor. “What–”

“Don’t call me that,” Addy grits out. Her huge body leans heavily against the door, making it groan, as she desperately tries to wrap her paw around the handle. She can’t stop looking at the chip, the proof of harm, the proof that something much worse can happen so easily. “Don’t call me– I’m not–I’m not the Princess. I’m the Beast.”

The door crashes open and she disappears.

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It’s weeks before the servants realize that she’s never going to answer to her name again. She no longer sleeps in her princess bed or attempts to wear her princess clothes. She wears pants scavenged from the servants’ quarters, tunics from her father’s closet, ties her mane back with twine instead of ornaments.

“Addy!” they call. “Princess Addy!”

The Beast doesn’t even know who that is.

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how they dare make Gaston a kind, not really pushy person who just wants to win girl’s heart. He doesn’t mock Belle for reading. He actually tries to understand her unlikely to the others. A character who went to war and now suffers from PTSD. Who just wants to live a peacful, happy life with a wife by his side. How they fucking dare do that and not expect that I would fall from him,

  • Julia: I ALMOST HAD REYNARD PLEASE GIVE ME BACK THE BEAST SO I CAN KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER, IT'LL BE LIKE 10 MINUTES PLEASE!!!
  • Everyone: Sorry, we don't don't care.
  • Me: *crying* I care

momomomma2  asked:

SO WHAT ABOUT A GRAMANDER FAKE RELATIONSHIP AU? Because Newt cannot lie to save his ass, Im convinced of it

1. fake relationship

I can see it now. Newt, International Criminal Extraordinaire. Gets by to be honest on his quick thinking, on his ability to sneak about places, his skill with languages, and frankly with the help of the hoard of magical creatures he has at his disposal. On his own, he’s actually quite good at getting himself out of trouble – so long as it’s not him that’s in trouble. Magical creature? No problem. Is it a friend? No hesitation! Family? They don’t even have to ask.

But when he’s the one that’s been cornered, he has quite the problem talking himself out of the situation.

Graves observes Newt struggling with this for a few minutes with quiet amusement. 

Newt’s just trying to get into the establishment to talk to the manager. Apparently he has some [insert magical creature here] caged up in the back, and Newt is determined to free them. If he can’t get in through the front, then Newt knows perfectly well that he could break in later that night and quietly sneak all the creatures into his suitcase before morning. But that wouldn’t be polite, that wouldn’t teach the manager a lesson. If Newt stole them all, the manager would just go out and get more, and what good would that do?

So Newt is trying to get in, and Graves is already there for whatever reason, and the bouncers at the door are like, NO SIR. PLEASE, YOU AREN’T ON THE GUEST LIST. YOU CAN’T COME IN.

“I– I understand that, but if you would please just let me talk to the manager, I can get this situation cleared right up, and–”

Graves rises to rescue the poor man.

Darling,” he says with his voice dripping in sugar, sliding between the bouncers like they aren’t even a part of his world view. “You’re late. I was beginning to think you were going to leave me hanging!”

“What, I–” Newt stammers.

Mercy, the man is helpless, and that’s all before Graves kisses him, deeply, arms thrown over Newt’s shoulders, Graves pressing against Newt’s chest like a sex kitten, sighing gently when he falls back on his heels.

Graves tugs Newt along as he moves back into the establishment. He winks at the bouncers. “He’s with me, boy. Sorry about the mix up!”

He hustles Newt into a booth and hisses at him, “Play along,” before throwing his legs over Newt’s lap and cuddling up to his side.

Newt muffles a horrified moan against Graves’ shoulder. “I can’t,” he says. “I’m a horrible liar. Everyone says so.”

“Well,” Graves reasons and he turns to bite along the shell of Newt’s ear, “then for the sake of all parties, pretend it’s not a lie.”

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numbahsixty  asked:

Hey! I feel like I'm totally in the minority with this one, but do you have any Benlos headcanons? :)

- Super quirky handshakes but they are adorable so they make it work

- The people of Auradon can’t help but immediately love Carlos, as well as Adam and Belle. It’s a bit of an inside joke that they favor their son’s boyfriend more than their actual son.

- Flowers and chocolates are their tradition every anniversary and they always try to one up each other every time. To be more specific, there is these special magical red roses with white dots that the couple like to claim as their tradition.

- Carlos always comes along whenever Ben has to go on a trip for his kingly duties

- They are basically that really adorable and pure couple that everyone knows and tease, despite being maybe slightly jealous, because they are practically married and there isn’t literally anyone who doubts that they will never split up.

- Dude always either sleeps at the bottom of their bed or in between the teens whenever they fall asleep in the same bed.

- Golden promise rings with roses imprinted on them

- Despite Carlos claiming that he’s okay with them now, Ben always makes sure that there isn’t any fur clothing peices in sight of the freckled teen. (Probably for the best since, although Carlos doesn’t quiver at the sight of the items anymore, it does send a small chill down him spine and his through goes dry.)

- Carlos adjusted fairly well to the royal life and helps Ben ease up at times that he is too stressed out and needs a break.

- Ben totally believes in true love and had felt his heart had definitely skip a beat (or two) when the white haired boy tumbled out of the limo.

Originally posted by takenbydisney

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I drew Credence to inaugurate my new sketchbook and ease myself back into watercolors and painting again. I love him. 

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