evening bells

What a puzzle

Originally posted by wizardfrenchfries

He found his father-in-law in the sitting room that overlooked the rose garden and the fountain, where the western wall was only a thousand panes of polished glass. The sun was setting and the room was filled with the rich, amber sunlight of a late summer evening and the paler flickers from the hearth where drift-wood burned. Belle preferred the strangely shaped, salt-rimed wood to the traditional oak and pine for the unusual dancing color of the flames, the unpredictable shower of silver sparks, the fineness of the ash left in the hearth. Maurice was smoking a pipe and the smoke curled like twilight coming into the room, scenting the room with its sweetness.

“Maurice, I need to talk to you,” Adam began, running his hand through his hair half-distracted, marveling a little at how human it felt.

“I wondered how long it would take for you to figure it out,” Maurice said, puffing a little on the pipe, then setting it aside. “Frankly, I’m rather impressed with how quickly you have understood. I have perhaps underestimated you,” he said calmly, with an appraising amusement Adam had never been subjected to before. The older man made a small gesture of encouragement.

“It’s Belle. She’s…” Adam trailed off, searching himself for the correct word, the right collection of words that would explain it.

“She’s terrifying,” her father said plainly. “She’s always been this way, you know. Imagine how it was for me, I could hardly speak of it, of her, to anyone else. And such a little girl, no one would have believed me.”

“I thought she just liked to read. I thought she was very bright, self-taught– I thought,” Adam said. Maurice interrupted.

“You thought you could keep up with her. That it would be easy to do so, no?”

“I found her reading Vitruvius and Taccola, di Giorgio in the library. I didn’t know I owned the books, but I do. We do. I hardly knew who they were but she explained. I thought she would be reading Marlowe or Sidney or Marie de France, getting drunk on poetry, but she is designing a new mill and a bridge for Villeneuve now!” Adam exclaimed.

“When she was four, she built herself an abacus from the clock-work gears she found in my workshop. She learned German from the Belgian woman who made the best rolls in town when we were in Bergues, Latin from the priest,” Maurice paused. “I always wished there was an academy for her to attend, a tutor I could hire but there was no school which would take her, no teacher I could afford. Even to buy her a book was beyond me.”

“Does she love me only for my library?” Adam asked, aware he sounded overly dramatic, the echo of the self he had been before Belle, before the Beast, when he had been the prince and never gainsaid by anyone. Maurice just laughed.

“Of course not, you young fool. She is my daughter, but I’m not blind—anyone can see how she looks at you. But you must see her, understand her, if you want to make her happy—and it may not be easy. She’s not an easy woman, Belle, even if she might seem that way,” Maurice said.

“Go on,” Adam said. He had not yet learned enough humility to ask for the guidance he needed but if it was being offered, as Maurice was doing…

“She read all the time because as odd as it was, the villagers could understand it. There have been women who loved God’s word before and this is France, we have had our troubadours, our lays, our Heloise to Abelard. They could not understand a woman who was an engineer, who could rebuild their crumbling bridge, their windmills, re-design a city to resist the plague. To be fair, I’m not sure where she might go that the people would know what to make of her. But you, you have been several selves already, have been transformed and taught, however bluntly, by Madame Agathe, to see within and to accept. You might be the making of her,” Maurice said, pausing. “And I should like to see it. Her mother was much the same and I only painted her. Don’t do that.”

“I haven’t the skill or the inclination,” Adam replied, considering what a lovely model Belle would make, except that the static representation could never capture her essential quality of action, her mind, her eye, her hand all vital and primed to observe and change what was around her.

“Devote your talents to other endeavors, then. Buy her more books, yes, but also a surveyor’s kit, some broken clocks, a quantity of charcoal and paper, and if there is an opportunity for you to consult an architect, invite the man to dinner,” Maurice said. “You’re lucky,” he added. “You may invite whatever guests will please her and not worry that she will prepare the meal. She has many gifts, but cooking bores her. The kitchen doesn’t take such inattention lightly.”

“No, I gather from Mrs. Potts it does not. Have you any other wisdom to impart?” Adam answered.

“Nothing you cannot divine for yourself. You are intelligent enough, even if you are not her equal. Don’t let her know it and don’t forget it. Now, what vintage will we share tonight? A Burgundy? I thought I smelled some capon…”

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anonymous asked:

As a bit of an enthusiast when it comes to historical fashion it annoys me they tried to "modernize" it. Like the original dress wasn't period-accurate either, but it DID have a basis in history (albeit the wrong period), whereas the new dress doesn't seem to have any respect to history

i feel you, but if they had ditched the historical accuracy for a good looking dress, i would let it slide. like, i can’t speak for historical accuracy on cinderella’s dress, but just look at this

it really looks like a magical dress. like a big, fluffy, beautiful blue cloud of a dress. just looking at it makes me want to reach out and feel it’s texture. the only downside is the too tight corset, imo, but just loose it up a bit, let the poor girl fucking breathe, and you have a simple, yet regal and dreamy dress. a++

now compare it to this and just

what is this stiff, piss-colored thing. what the hell. it looks as sad as i feel while seeing it.

actually, for better accuracy, just take these two similar shots of the princesses wearing their respective gowns:

vs

really, in my opinion, there’s no competition. this dress is lazy and boring. step up your game once more, disney.

don’t get me wrong, high school is stressful af but it’s also such a weird time?? last friday i was in ap world history which is supposed to be filled “”smart”” kids when this one student pulls out a water bottle that has 4 fish in it and passed it around the class so everyone could see it and i genuinely feel like that sums up my entire high school experience so far 

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Some cosplay valentines for all my sweetheart followers! 

 Happy Valentine’s Day!! 💖😘

(also happy birthday to my boy andy robinson aka garak aka the love of my life. they are both my valentines today)

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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.

  • David: Granny, can you pick up Neal from daycare? Hook and I have some important business to take care of that could take who knows how long, and Ashley has a strict 6 pm pick-up at her daycare.
  • Granny: Can't Emma do it?
  • David: She took Henry canoeing.
  • Granny: What about the nuns? Don't they usually watch the babies?
  • David: The nuns just let a baby get kidnapped to a hell dimension.
  • Granny: I feel like he's spent more time with Belle than with me. Can she get him?
  • David: It was her baby that got kidnapped. Seems insensitive to ask her to babysit.
  • Granny: Fine. I'll do it.
  • Zelena: I would need the magic wand in order to open a portal for you.
  • Belle: Ok. Who should I ask to get it for me?
  • Zelena: Well, Emma has experience stealing things. Your pirate roommate might be able to help. Snow White was a bandit. All of them are your friends.
  • Belle: I know, I'll ask Aladdin, the guy I barely know.
  • Zelena: Eh, we're paying him to be in this show, might as well use him.

Bucky likes to cook, Clint likes to taste, but isn’t allowed anymore.

(Bucky has good reason, even Clint will admit. Which doesn’t mean he won’t try. Unless he asks for the help of a certain redhead though, he will never be stealthy enough to get past the former Winter Soldier.)