•I am in love with the idea of Keith making jokes so only hunk can really hear
•and they are GOOD
•Hunk has laughed so hard hes cryed over some of them
•one time Keith’s joke got him so good that he skipped the laughter and went straight to crying
•but Keith is sneaky
•and no one EVER hears him exept Hunk
•Hunk is loosing it™
•I SWEAR GUYS KEITH IS FUNNY HE MAKES JOKES I SWEAR LANCE YOU BELIEVE ME RIGHT
•im sorry buddy but ??? Keith has literally never???
•Hunk looking at Keith
•hes so smug
•Hunk making the “im watching you” gesture
• Keith taking it as a CHALLENGE
•a challenge to get sneakeyer and funnier
•when they are heading to their lion
•right before they enter a room with everyone else
•as hunk is taking a sip of space juice so he does a spit take all over lance and pidge
•at the table when Keith walks behind hunks chair
•Keith is brutal with his jokes tbh
•they are always relevant to something going on
•"Are we sure Galra Keith isn’t evil??? I think he’s tring to make me laugh to death! Is that possible?“
•Keith is so happy to have a thing™ with Hunk
•he feels so proud of himself whenever Hunk laughs
•he did that he made him happy
•Keith would do anything to make that laugh and that smile stick around
•and he finds that making jokes like this is a great stress relief for both of them so thats a plus
•keith dosnt know when he started to automatically seak out Hunk when entering a room
•Hunk doesnt know when he started keeping a constant eye out for Keith
•really tho if you see one of them you probably see the other too and they are probably most definitely both trying to stifle a laughing fit
This is my first time writing Elucien and I have discovered that I love them. I was inspired by the scene in the 2005 Pride and Prejudice where Mr Bingley is following Jane around the ball (see gif) and I’m pretty sure Elain and Lucien are now solidified as Jane and Bingley in my head. Forever.
Elucien: Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.
The party was bright and vibrant. The windows were open to allow temperate weather outside to sweep away the stuffiness that threatened to swarm the room. Lucien was proud of what he had put together with the help of his mother, and Elain as well. His mother and Elain got along like dry sticks and a flame, which he was not at all surprised about it. They both had a gentleness and kindness that seeped deep into their bones, into their very being, but they still were strong and wilful.
He and Elain, they were taking it slow. Through the war and the recovery after Lucien hadn’t uttered a word to Elain about the mating bond. He had kept quiet for her. Lucien wanted Elain to adjust, to be and find out what she wanted before he approached her to accept it. He wanted her to want him and love him, without her feeling like she had to. Even though at times in drove Lucien mad not to be with her, not to claim his mate and love her as she deserved. But, slow. They were taking it slow.
In the meantime they had become friends, as they were undeniably drawn to each other. And lately, lately Lucien thought he had felt something more. Both from him and from her. Sometimes feelings thrummed down the bond and they had suggested… well something more. Lucien knew he was in love. Everyday he spent with her he was determined to make her laugh just so he could smile at the way Elain’s nose scrunched up when she did, or he would show her something that would make her eyes to open wide in wonder. He was unwaveringly dedicated to making her happy.
Lucien watched as his guests danced and mingled. The Night Court’s Inner Circle was here but they mainly kept to themselves. All except Morrigan who danced and flittered about the room seeing whoever she pleased, the shadowsinger never far behind. Lucien looked to the Inner Circle now to see if he could spot Elain. He only saw two golden brown haired heads and neither belonged to his mate and sending a sweeping glance around the room Lucien still couldn’t spot her.
“Looking for someone?”
The soft voice that sounded behind Lucien made him turn and he found Elain standing behind him. The sight of her knocked the breath out of him for moment. She looked radiant. Dressed in a gown of the palest lavender that it was almost white and with the tiny white flowers woven through her braided hair like a halo, Lucien thought she looked like and angel.
Elain smiled at him. “You’re staring.”
Lucien felt a flush rise to his cheeks and he swallowed before he quickly said, “You look beautiful.”
It was Elain’s turn to blush and she glanced away, “Thank you.”
Lucien was not this away around anyone else. When Elain stood in front of him his sarcasm and bravado fell away and he was left blushing and almost painfully awkward. His mother said he was simply a fool in love.
Clearing his throat he said to Elain, “Do you want to take a walk?”
Elain nodded, then Lucien extended his arm indicating that Elain should lead the way.
Lucien remained half a step behind Elain as they started to walk, it made weaving through the crowd easier. At times they were paused as people caught their attention, greeting the High Lord of Autumn and complementing him on his party. Whenever the guests commented on the party Lucien was sure to give Elain the praise she deserved, which she waved away with laugh and a blush. When they were left to themselves Elain asked Lucien about his horses, knowing he had been anxious about them recently as this years foals were starting to be born. Lucien could talk endlessly about his horses, being his passion and escape from his High Lord duties. And Elain, she listened and took interest. She knew which were his favourites and she asked after them by name and shared any concern and joy Lucien had in them.
They had now almost reached the edge of the crowd. Lucien noted that Elain had led them towards the gardens that just lay outside the party room, one of her favourite places in the whole Court. As she walked ahead of him Lucien watched as her skirts swished about her and how the ends of the lilac ribbon that was tied around her waist got lost in them. Without really thinking about what he was doing Lucien reached out to grab it, to run its softness through his fingers.
Elain turned to him, surprise written all over her face as well as a question. Missing the ribbon Lucien had touched Elain’s backside, practically pinched it. Lucien was sure his face matched the bright red shade of his hair and he was eternally grateful that they were now in the quiet corridor near the doors of the garden where no one could see his shame.
He swallowed once. Then twice. “I umm…” he stuttered out his face going impossibly redder, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch… your… ummm…”
Lucien was mortified. The offending hand rubbed at his face and neck while he looked anywhere except Elain’s face. Where Lucien was to go from here, he didn’t know. He sent a silent, gratitude filled prayer to the Mother thanking her that Nesta hadn’t see, otherwise he may have been dead this very moment. . Lucien felt reassurance and forgiveness and endless amusement pulse down the bond and he met Elain’s eyes.
Elain had a slight flush on her cheeks but beyond that she didn’t seem perturbed. She smiled at him then she leaned forward and kissed his cheek before taking Lucien’s hand in her own and began to lead them into the garden.
Lucien’s cheek burned where Elain had kissed it and he thought to himself that he might embarrass himself more often if this was his reward.
Wtf did disney do to make us fall in love with a couple that is barely seen. Even when they become human again we only see them for a brief second.
Oh, you know Disney, always having its magic touch…
But no, I think the real reason why the musicians have received so many positive reactions is because Disney gave us a reason to look.
Take the prologue. If we weren’t looking at the prince we were looking at the Madame. She stands out by a ton, with her wig and her dress and her place above the dancers like the full-blown opera diva she is. And if we weren’t looking, we were listening, and by heaven, she’s the best singer in the entire production. Plus if you know the lyrics to the Aria, she’s setting the prince up to be initially hate-able to the audience. She owns the prologue, no competition there.
And then, because he’s in her vicinity, we notice Cadenza. Even while the prince is dancing, the camera cuts away for little snippets of Cadenza’s expressions during the festivities, and he’s feeling every second of her performance and he’s so in love with her voice and her. And then we notice the harpsichord and I don’t know if you had this thought, but I remember thinking “Huh…that’s actually really good playing.” In fact, if people just listen to the audio, Cadenza’s a lot more prominent than one would initially think (because in the movie, the prologue gives us so much to look at that we hardly focus on the music. In fact, Cadenza’s got an amazing part in the OST “Castle Under Attack”–at around 3:28).
Another reason why they’re so noticeable is because–and this is a film trick that can be used in the best of ways–aside from the prince (but he’s so covered in makeup anyway), they’re the only ones whose faces are shown.
Even I have trouble remembering that the other servants were present for the entire dance because we were only shown their backs. If we did see their fronts, their faces were hidden in shadow. The only reactions we got to the prince’s transformation were Cadenza’s and Garderobe’s. And they weren’t so much terrified as they were in awe, but they helped put us in that moment, so our reactions became awe, whether it’s at the Enchantress or the festivities, or anything else.
The same thing happens at the end of the movie, when Garderobe’s singing the finale. They are literally the last faces we see. She sings the last E-flat, Cadenza’s hands go up to play the final note, and then the screen cuts to black. In a way, it started and ended with them, plus they represent and pay homage to what made this movie such a blast back in 1991: music. And above all, that’s what makes them so important.
Despite hundred of (amazing) different fics trying to imagine the Bucky/Steve reunion, none of us imagined what we got.
We (the collective fandom) tried to imagine a broken Bucky struggling to reconciles his recovered memories and his past as the Winter Soldier, having dramatic PTSD. Or simply trying to even just remember who he feels likes he should be (while suffering dramatic PTSD). And of course, Steve, knight in shining armor that he is, is supposed to be there along the way, helping during every moments of the Journey to Recovery.
Very few fic took the opposite direction: Bucky remembers who he used to be, but decides it’s not him anymore and therefore he doesn’t care about Steve no more because Steve belongs to past-Bucky. (Of course, until he’s exposed to Steve again, and realised the error of his ways because- true love.)
Instead, Bucky remembers his WW2 period and his Soldier period, assimilates both, has no trouble forging a current identity out of this mess while still liking Steve, is aware of his partial non-responsability in his crimes while still being very aware he’s the one who committed them, and is hiding to a) protect Steve, the population and himself from being used this way again b) recovery tiiime in his own time (the man know his needs and limits).
I’m blown away.
1) Talk about mental, moral and general resiliency. He probably has PTSD and and a terrrible time; but for all the horrors that happened to him, he got his shit seriously together.
2) I love how this outcome was a total evidence for both of them. The dialogue in Bucky’s appartement was like:
“-Come one, you know I’m here as a friendly. You saved my ass back there, so you know we’re friends. Don’t even front.
-La, la, la. I can’t hear you!
- Buckyyy, stop it! Yes, you do hear me!”
(Sulllen face. Internal dialogue: “Stevie, why you can’t play pretend for five fucking minutes. I swear! It’s OK to suck at this when we were five but you got seventy years to practice. How are you still so bad at it?!?!”)
Armed forces breaks in.
Steve and Bucky fight in tandem like WW2 was just yesterday.
And (here’s my favorite part) Bucky has no trouble or a second of hesitation to use Steve’s body as a weight to throw off his opponent!
He’s 100% sure Steve will:
-not fight him
-get what he’s trying to do
-be strong enought to still come out on top.
And Steve goes throught it because he’s that confident in Bucky right back.
In short: 2 partial deaths, 70 years of sleep, murders & atrocities, one epic fight and fucking showdown, one near drowning + rescue, plus some years incommunicado later, Bucky and Steve still trust each other like it’s day one!
It’s fucking amazing and I love it!!!!
True love is forever!
(Yes, thank you Disney for Unrealistic Expectations. That asides, it’s such a nice, cool story! Friendship for the win!!!)
ok but imagine a genuinely happy seventeen with big smiles on their faces and doing things that are actually fun and relaxing to relieve all stress theyve probably accumulated over the last months of schedules
that’s going to be their one fine day and holy crap im ready to cry