i think i'm the only person who loves this movie

snarky-fangirl  asked:

I just realized a parallel, but I'm not quite sure how to word it, so bear with me. When the Enchantress reveals herself to the Prince, everyone, including all of his lovely lady-friends, runs away. He had to face his transformation abandoned and alone. Jump to the end of the movie, where the Beast is initially alone, scared, and heartbroken. Then Belle appears and is with him as he dies, feeling loved and hopeful. Then he transforms with only one person present, but who is Everything to him.

Oh, this is such a cool parallel, and I think I understand what you mean.

Each transformation is just an outward expression of what has already happened internally. There are many biblical parallels here as well. 

-The first transformation is an isolating process. By not having love in his heart, the Prince has already isolated himself from the world in the ways that truly matter, which fits nicely with my previous discussions (here and here) about how the prince sort of loses himself through the dance. In the same way, becoming the Beast is just a reflection of him already losing his innocence, his goodness.

What’s intriguing to me is this question of whether or not the enchantress really hurts him or helps him by changing him. In removing his humanity, the enchantress apparently strips him of his ability to save himself, forcing him to see that he needs help. 

But then, does the spell really strip him of his free will? Or does the spell simply expose his need to be saved? The spell–as much as it is an entrapment–is also freeing in many ways, because it forces him to look where he would not have looked otherwise, i.e. the heart. And perhaps the reason all those people at the party “abandon him” is because they were never really his friends to begin with. However, his staff–his true friends–stay. And yes, they are “punished” along with him, but I also think many of them would have stayed regardless. So what seems cruel may actually be necessary; they each had a lesson to learn through becoming objects as well. 

-In contrast, the second transformation is a kind of communion. The change back into a man is not necessary for either Belle or the Prince to love, and yet that’s the very reason the change happens at all. It’s simply a way for Belle and the Prince to come together, as he becomes the man she’s always seen. This time, the change is an expression of acceptance and unconditional love. 

Another thing I find compelling about this is the inverse prodigal son story playing out. Unlike the parable, the Prince doesn’t have to go anywhere. He stays, while Belle is the one who leaves. In losing her, he finds himself again; he finds love. And that’s what Evermore is all about. 

Anyway, those are my thoughts. I could talk about this all day. Thanks for sending me this message!

I'm Sorry

Summary: You and Harry broke up awhile a go, but he can’t stop thinking of you. No matter how hard the two of you try to move on it doesn’t work.

Mason and I were cuddling on the couch for a movie night. Earlier, he put on “Love, Rosie”. I absolutely loved it. Mason, on the other hand, probably though otherwise since it did nothing but lull him to sleep. His head was on my lap with my hands tangled in his hair. Suddenly, my phone began to ring. It could only be one person that I knew who would call me at midnight on a Saturday.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N. Were you busy?”

Harry. We had broken up seven months ago, but he never neglected to call me up and talk with me. It never occured to me that this may be wrong until I looked into the face of my current boyfriend. Mason’s a good guy. Our relationship is nothing like I had with Harry. We were great together, but nothing lasts forever.

“Actually, Harry, I can’t talk tonight or any night for that matter.”

He sucked in a breath of air. “What do you mean?”

“This?!” Mason shifted, and I quieted down my voice. There was no way I could move without waking him up. “You can’t call me and pretend like we never broke up. It happened, ya know.”

“I didn’t know breaking up meant we couldn’t be friends.” I heard the hurt in his voice.

“Harry, friends talk about the things we do. I can’t do this with you anymore.”

It was silent for awhile. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, but it hurt me too. He was one of the only people who understood me like the back of his hand. We had a history that was difficut to erase.

“What’s his name?”

I nearly choked on air. “What are you talking about?”

“Who’s the guy you’re with?”

“With all do respect, that’s none of your business. When we broke up you lost all rights to that part of my life.”

“I know. I just want to know you’re happy.”

“I’m fine.”

Mason made me laugh. After he fixed the broken peices, I naturally fell for him and all of his qualities. He mended all that was shattered.

“Do you remember when you met my family? You were so nervous…”

I stifled a laugh. “Oh God, I made such a fool of myself. I tripped over your mother’s carpet, and spilled wine all over myself. I thought they hated me, haha.”

“They could never hate you, love. My mother still adores you even after all this time. Gemma yells at me every time I see her now for letting you go.”

That crippling devastation that I thought I packed away with all of Harry’s things came crawling back. I wiped away the single tear from my eyes. I believed I was done crying over Harry Styles a long time ago, yet here I am ready to bawl my eyes out.

“You did let me go. Why? Why didn’t you fight for me?” My voice trembled.

“Y/N, I wanted to so badly. I still do. Why do you think I call you every night at midnight? This is the only way I can have you.”

“You could have stopped me. You could have reassured me, Harry. I would have stayed. All you had to do was say the words, and I would have listened.”

“Well, I can’t go back in time. I wanted you to be happy. You told me you weren’t, so letting you go is the only thing I could think of.”

“It was all the nights you were gone. Harry, I never felt so alone in my life. The tours, the fans, and the rumors…it was all too much for me.”

He sniffed. “You told me you didn’t care about all that. Wasn’t my love enough to make you want to stay?”

“I have to go.” I exclaimed, ending the call.

Mason sat up, and I quickly wiped my face once more. By the expression on his face I knew he heard the last bit our conversation.

“So, you still love him?”

The question hit me hard in my stomach. My mind and my heart were telling me two different things. Then there was Mason. How could I do this to him?

“No.”

“I’ve been with you long enough to know when you’re lying, Y/N. You weren’t over Harry then, and you aren’t over him now. If we had anything I thought it was honesty.”

“I’m sorry.” I cried, but it was too late.

Mason was up before I could beg him to stay. Not that I would. He deserved better, and so did I. The only face that came to mind was Harry.

I hope you enjoyed that. Part two is now up Xoxo