I’m ready for a retelling of Beauty and the Beast with a younger Belle and Maurice (and the Prince should probably be in his late 30s at least) where the Prince is so over the heteronormativity happening in his castle because he’s gay, goddammit! But he’s afraid to come out, and it’s not like he’ll ever find love as a beast anyway, right?
Then Belle requests that her father be able to visit, and fuckin’ the Prince and Maurice fall in love and it’s beautiful and all the servants get chastised at the end for assuming the Prince was straight. Belle shoulda just stayed at home to begin with because she almost prevented the greatest gay love story ever told.
Also Belle should probably be a lesbian because there’s no such thing as too many gay characters in a story.
I always wondered what love would be like. I imagined it being like the movies. Kissing in the rain, both loving eachother just as much and a happy ever after. But in reality it’s kissing between the commercials and the popcorn eating. It’s arguing but knowing we will always figure it out. But it’s also realizing that the love we have now might not be there tomorrow