god give me your everything

the true beauty and the beast ‘gay moment’

  • “who needs her when you’ve got us?”
  • “it’s never going to happen ladies”
  • “I’m not done with you yet” - “me neither”
  • LeFou looking dreamy and biting his bottom lip when Gaston says “picture it LeFou (…) adorable children running around while my love rubs my tired feet”
  • LeFou’s dreamy look turning into a frown the second Gaston adds ‘but what does Belle say?”
  • the whole Gaston song
  • “LeFou you’re the best. How is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” - “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it” + the Look
  • the nose boop
  • the dance with Stanley at the end

basically pretty much all the lefou scenes were gay because he’s gay af it wasn’t even subtext it was obvious and subtle at the same time goodbye



@reserve​ and i were talking about contemporary witch kylo on twitter dot com and we agreed a lot of it is probably just kylo buying too many crystals and trying to get hux to wear protective charms (and also kylo making up weird rituals to try to get hux to try new things in bed) ANYWAYS i really like the aesthetic

Having to read a book you completely despise for English class

Originally posted by razle-dazle

I don’t know Sarah Shahi but I trust her with my life

i don’t understand whats so hard to understand about the fact that if you give an attention seeker your attention, if you spend every waking minute of your day hating on them or sending them tweets or ‘exposing’ them to the world, you’re literally giving them everything they want.

Request -- I have a thing for Dean's freckles so could do a readerxdean one where the reader trace them with the tip of her fingers, connecting them and draw maps on 'em?

(I hope that you like this short but sweet one shot that I wrote in between exams, and that everyone is having a great week despite finals! Hang in there!)

Dean was slowly pulled out of the abyss of sleep, one that he had spent a lot more time than he had been lately in, due to the gentle sensations of something brushing over one of his cheeks. Without opening his eyes, he allowed himself to become conscious of everything that he could he without his vision, enjoying being bathed in the peacefulness that he was in at the moment. From behind his eyelids, he could see the sunlight streaming in from the window adjacent to your bed; he figured that you must have opened it earlier before returning to lie down with him again. He could feel that his legs were tangled with yours, and that you were sweeping your finger over his face for a reason unknown to him. Your breathing was steady and content as you did so, and he waited for at least a minute before revealing that he was awake because he savored in listening to one of his favorite sounds.

It took you by surprise when Dean suddenly took your hand away from his cheek, holding it tenderly before he pressed his lips to each of your knuckles. You hadn’t even noticed that he had opened his eyes because you had been so invested in what you had been doing, and reveled in the affection in the green orbs that were still alight even though it seemed like they had seen more than enough full lifetimes. Illuminated in the white winter morning light, they showed off his smile as his mouth curved upwards.

“Good morning,” you whispered with a smile of your own, a bit sheepish that he had caught you in your act.

“Mm,” He brought his lips to yours and embraced them in the first kiss of the day, one that promised many more to come throughout it and into hours after nightfall. Pulling away several moments later, his greeting on response to you was breathed out in bliss as he pulled you into his strong arms. “‘Morning. How long have you been awake?“

Shrugging against him, you laid your head against his chest and listened to his unfaltering heartbeat and how it lightly reverberated against your ear and through your head.

"An hour?” The tone of your voice went up to make what was going to be a statement. You weren’t going to admit that you had lost track of time because you had been invested in him as he slept.

Dean smirked. “And what exactly have you been doing the whole time?”

He brought your hand, which he was still holding gently, to the exact same place it had been on his cheek when he had awoken to its touch against his flesh. A chuckle went through him as you buried your head into his torso, cheeks surely burning the color of light-bodied red wine at the very least. Using the tips of his fingers, he gingerly coaxed your chin back up so that you would look at him, his musical laughter as he did convincing you to give in.

“…I was connecting your freckles,” you finally confessed, voice tinged with shyness. “This wasn’t the first time either. Whenever I wake up and you’re still asleep next to me, I just get, I don’t know, fascinated with them.”

"Really?” Dean looked surprised as his brows furrowed and he contemplated what you had just said in a couple of seconds of silence before giving you a small smile of amusement. “I personally don’t think that they’re that interesting.”

As you brushed your fingers from a cluster of dark brown spots splattered over the bridge of his nose to the middle of his cheek, you watched as he closed his eyes in contentment. Your heart swelled as he sighed, pressing into your fingers so that he could feel your touch strongly.

“They’re beautiful,” you murmured quietly in reply, tracing a path of freckles from his temple to the top of his jawline. “Just sprinkled all over your face in the most perfect way.”

A short laugh escaped from between his lips. “You make me sound like I’m a cupcake or something.”

You couldn’t help but giggle while shaking your head. “No, it’s like—it’s like the night sky, and I keep discovering new constellations while you’re asleep. And then I can still look at them during the day, unlike the stars, and remember why I keep going. It’s because my whole world, my whole galaxy is always with me.”

“…I’m your galaxy?” Dean quipped with a voice that was slightly cracked with emotion, putting a soft kiss to the top of your forehead, grinning down at you. You nodded with a bright smile, stealing a quick kiss off of his lips before responding in words.

“You are,” you replied, lightly running your thumb over the freckles that outlined his pink and slightly cracked lips that you loved. “Your freckles are the only part of you that I haven’t plotted out yet, and I’m lucky enough to be the one that is drawing out your star map.”

Dean held you even more tightly in his arms at your words, and you put your head in the crook of his neck as an affectionate silence that only lovers could have together fell between you. You knew that he had heard only a few variations of what you had just told him in his lifetime, that he was something more than he actually thought he was, and thanked whoever was looking down upon you for the the that you had together and that he had found you out. The simplest, infatuated action had allowed the truth that had been known but not spoken to finally come out. An unexpected, but deeply welcomed windfall.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Dean breathed after at least half of a minute later, pulling back from the embrace he had given you so that he could lock his loving eyes with yours. “God, you give me everything I’ll ever need. You are my everything, and more.”

You smiled tearfully, bringing your fingers back up to his cheek. “I believe that there’s an infinity in every star, and I’m determined to find out how many you consist of. Because when I finally do, you’ll know exactly how much you have given to me, and I know that that will be a number that I will never be able to match or even come close to returning.”