With the Windenburg University Fan Pack, you can better prepare your Sims for their transition into adulthood. Immerse them in the college lifestyle and let the Campus become their classroom! Send those teens off to Get Educated!
Get set up in your new dorm room and meet your fellow students, maybe join a club or two! On the first floor of your dorm, you will find the common area where we keep recreational and gaming equipment that can be checked out from the hall desk, as well as a small kitchen for late night snacking.
Don’t forget to take note of the lecture halls inside the main building so you aren’t late on your first day. The Dean has a great view of the entire Campus from his office in the tower so make sure to be on your best behavior.
The library in the West wing of the main building boasts more than 3000 books to browse, 14 desktop computers, and a quiet space to spread out and do all that homework you’ve neglected!
The cafeteria in the East wing of the main building will keep you well fed. Keep an eye out for (hopefully) delicious experimental dishes from the Culinary Arts Kitchens upstairs.
Interested in the fine arts program? Take some time to explore your creativity in the Art District next door to the dorm. With it’s towering walls decorated with former student’s works of art, you’re sure to feel those creative juices flow and become inspired to create some of your own.
Across the Quad from your dorm is the Science District. Collect samples from the surrounding area to splice and grow in our gorgeous Greenhouse and terrace.
In your free time, ‘The White Lotus’ basement terrace is a gorgeous place to grab some caffiene and sweets. Later in the evening, The Green Leprechaun Bar will be your new stomping ground. Mingle with your fellow nightowls and blow off some steam! Shop at the official campus bookstore for all of your supply and swag needs.
Windenburg University Majors
Science (Skills : Logic - Programming)
Art (Skills : Painting - Handiness - Photography)
Media / Communication (Skills : Charisma - Photography)
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Because the University is set as a
lbrary, kids can possibly show up. It doesn’t happens a lot, but it
could be annoying for some users. To prevent this, chose the lot trait
“teens hangout”. Also, if you’ve Get Together, create a group of
students and set up the campus as their favorite location. With both
combine, you’ve a slim chance to have kids showing up, and if they do,
they’ll leave pretty soon.
(Includes all the custom contents, the poses pack and the lot tray file)
all so proud and happy to finally share our project. It was quite
challenging but I think the wait finally worth it. Thanks for your
support, your patience and ideas. Besides, I want to thanks all the
person who’ve somehow participated on the project. No doubt I’ll do it
again because it was such a great experience to share with amazing
creators and you. Once again, happy simming and feel free to tag us or
use the hashtag “windenburguniversity” if you’re using our creations ! -Red.
I may or may not have spent the past day trying to map out the Bunker.
This may have involved watching every scene in the bunker since season 8 up till current. Yes, within the last 24 hours.
I may have come to the conclusion that this is impossible.
Sam’s bedroom keeps moving where it is in the bunker. Doors appear and disappear. Doors are placed in walls where they can’t logically go anywhere. Directions are given to rooms that don’t exist. (There aren’t four doors on the left down that hall Sam I counted there just aren’t.) One room may be four separate and distinct locations. There doesn’t seem to be anything on the top of the map, yet I know of three rooms that have to be there. There’s at least one basement and one upper floor. I can’t find the stairs.
Don’t ever try to make sense of the Bunker. Save yourselves.
Back in 1983 my high school library was a bit of a joke. It seems we never had more than 2 copies of any book the county put on its required list. What this meant was that everyone was frantically trying to get the same books to complete papers with. Before I could drive this meant getting my poor mom to drive me to every library in the area.
One day our library started asking for volunteers to do a fundraiser to get more materials and namely more copies of the required books. Some of us jumped on board and sold everything from donuts to coupons. We would also hold bake sales, car washes, and etc. We were elated when at the end of the drive we had far exceeded the goals.
We were all promised that we would have our dreams realized over the summer. The school year starts up and we are giddy to see the new books. Imagine our dismay when we get into the library and find that most of the books are gone. Bare shelves glared at us as we went along the rows. Thats when we noticed that the holy grail of the library was also missing - the card catalog file. In its place was two computer terminals - mind you not computers.
We went to the front desk and asked the librarian what was going on. She had decided to get a fancy computer system ‘to make her job easier and cut down on theft’. We were stunned because we did not have a theft problem. Certainly some books would get lost or damaged but not very many. The books were mostly missing because they had been sent to a company to 'have security embedded in them’. The worst part is the librarian overspent and therefore, you guessed it, was not able to purchase more books.
We felt the shame of being used, lied to, and screwed over. It was at this point that we knew revenge was in order. It took myself and a couple of my fellow computer nerds 15 min to figure out what they had done to the books. The security tag was a RF tag (like at stores) on the card pocket of the book. The new cards themselves had metal foil in their center. Without this foil the tag would receive energy from the newly installed gates at the library door and set off an alarm.
I decided to test our knowledge. I grabbed a reference book, threw a gum wrapper in the pocket, shoved it in my bag, and hit the door. I passed out the door without a peep from the gates. After that day we threw our plan into action. We would steal as many books as we could and hide them in any location we could find.
At first we used storage rooms by boxing them up and soon ran out of space. We then started using empty lockers and even putting them in the ceiling on top of divider walls. By the end of the year the librarian was getting frantic. She could not balance her inventory with the new computer system and she was being called out on it thanks to our many complaints. Another genius move was to have then boxes labeled as other textbooks and sent to the warehouse over the summer. This was easy to do since WE were the volunteers that wrote a program to do it and would print the labels.
The librarian ended up losing her job and being investigated for fraud since there seemed to be some missing funds as well. Over the summer the county finally spent the money to fill our book request due to the uproar. It was not until a week before the start of school that they started discovering library books in the extra boxes several teachers received.
This was just the beginning of us getting revenge on some of the teachers. In the end we got our revenge and the original items we worked so hard to get.
Extra: the books never left county property. We boxed most up and sent them to the warehouse. They came back next year.
Also the company finished the other books they had and sent them back midway through the year. This worked to our advantage because the librarian could not see how many were gone until they placed all the secured books on the shelf from the final shipment.
10 Easy Changes You Can Make To Your Lifestyle To Be Happier And Healthier Almost Instantly
I’ve been having some issues lately with staying positive and pushing myself to build healthy habits. At times I get too wrapped up in work and friends and my education that I forget that I’m a human being and that I need to put myself higher on my list of priorities. I have a major problems with articles that claim they have “easy” tips for being happy and healthy overnight. It’s really not that simple, and I’m not going to lie, the ones below aren’t a cakewalk for everyone, but I thought they were useful in my own experience and wanted to share them with you.
Every time you reach for a soda or an extra coffee, switch it out for water. It provides a healthier and more long term boost of energy by clearing out those mentally depressing toxins from your body.
Meditate once a day. Even if it’s only 30 seconds in the morning after you’ve finished getting ready, take a step back and devote some time to becoming calm and clearing your head to increase focus and encourage a peaceful mindset.
Exercise. Don’t create a hardcore 2 hour daily workout routine right off the bat after months of little to no activity. Start small, maybe 10 abdominal exercises, 10 leg exercises, and 10 weighted tricep curls on each arm paired with a 15 minute walk around the block. There. That’s only roughly 30 minutes of your day and you’re not even sweaty enough to have to shower afterwards.
Use natural ingredients as skin care. Moisturize with coconut oil, make your own essential oils and charcoal face wash, soap, and bath bombs, and maybe devote 1-2 days of the week to wearing no make up (if you wear it every day) in order to let your skin breathe.
Keep your space organised. When you’ve just changed and that sweater you wore today is on the floor, take the two extra seconds to hang it up or fold it and put it away. When you’re done with your meal, rinse it and put it in the dish washer. It’s not that difficult to prevent your home from becoming a pig sty.
Make your bed every morning. It’s a good habit to have, it makes your room look nice and clean, even if there are some things on the floor, and it makes it look even more appealing when you look over at 11 PM and decide whether to watch another episode of your Netflix obsession or get some beauty rest.
Speaking of sleep, do it! Regularly! It is essential to your health and happiness to get a good amount of sleep every night. 7-10 hours is the recommended amount of nightly rest you should fit in, so set a bedtime and your alarm and get that shut eye.
Spend the time to treat yourself. If you think a 20 minute sheet mask or some extra time to have a cup of tea and read your latest pick from the library shelves, set that time aside to enjoy yourself and wind down. You need the time to recharge, so keep that high on your priority list.
Keep a planner. It may be something you’re already doing, but if you’re not, this is a life changing habit to have. Every morning, write down your to-do list, your schedule, and any reminders. Save some room on your calendar for any plans that may pop up and your life will instantly be more organised and you’ll be way less likely to forget that really important due date.
Don’t push positivity if it isn’t there. Nobody is happy and bubbly and super motivated all the time, so don’t spend all of your time reblogging positivity quotes on Tumblr or trying to ignore every emotion that is “negative”. You’re human. Life happens and sometimes you’ll be just plain blue. It’s healthy to acknowledge the feelings that make you feel hopeless and unmotivated and seem all too frequent. The sun will shine tomorrow and you will find more and more reasons to fill every moment with meaning every single day.
Here’s to future health and happiness for you all. Cheers! x
The thing that gets me about the fact that they don’t release professional recordings of Broadway shows is that they literally record all of them anyway
I’d get it if it was too much of an undertaking to record and release every show. I’d understand. But they already do that, and they’re archived at the Library of Performing Arts at Lincoln Center and people with a New York library card can set up screenings of any show they want. The thing is, hardly anyone knows about it, and it’s only open to NY residents.
If you’re recording them anyway, if you have them on file, why not release the recordings to the public after the show closes? No harm done, and theatre is accessible to people who don’t have the means to see shows live.
Request from alyssagrasshopper: Draco smut? He has been close friend to the reader since 1st year, she makes him try to be better. They always joking around and spending time together. After a teasing war all of their feeling for each other come to the surface and smut happens.
Pairings: Draco x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut smut smut smut n swearwords
A/N: i’m really sorry that I haven’t been coming up with imagines for a while! i just got on spring break, so yay!!
“I still don’t understand why you chose to be with them.” I huff, glaring at the Inquisitorial Squad badge pinned tightly to his robes.
“Neither do I, but Blaise and Pansy did it, so I did it, too,” he shrugged. “Even if it’s with that toad.”
“Well, when you’re done following those two around, maybe look up to someone who’s actually mature enough to stay away from devil women who allow their ‘squad members’ to cheat for house cups.”
“Yeah, maybe I’ll make Theo my role model someday.” He smirks. God, that smirk. That annoying arse smirk. That mesmerising arse smirk.
“Oh, shut up, Malfoy.” I elbow him softly in the ribs.
“Make me.” He elbows me back, just as Umbridge passes by.
“Boys and girls are forbidden from being eight inches or closer to each other. I believe I have made that clear, Mr. Malfoy and Miss (y/l/n)?” Umbridge flashes a sugar sweet smile at us that makes me want to punch her in the bosom multiple times. That would hurt her not nearly as much as she has hurt the school and its students, but, nonetheless, it would feel amazing.
“Yes, ma’am.” Draco and I say in unison as the gay witches and wizards chuckle.
“Good. Next time I catch you two at foul play, two month’s detention will be given to each of you. Have a good day.”
I glare at the toad-like woman as she struts down the corridor, waving her wand every second at students. As she gets farther away from us, I thrust my middle finger in the air at her.
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“I hate that woman,” I set my library books on the coffee table carefully, as Madame Pince would literally murder me if I broke another. “So entitled to her own opinion. Honestly, couldn’t the Ministry have sent someone better?”
“Relax, y/n. It’s Sunday - let’s get Umbitch out of our minds.” Draco sits on the couch and pats the spot next to him. “Sit.”
“And how, exactly, are we going to do that?” I cross my arms and sink into the couch.
“I don’t know, skinny dip in the lake, kill ourselves in the Forbidden Forest, whatever you’d like,” he smirks.
“Well, I’ve been a bit… bored this past month, if you know what I mean,” I wink seductively.
“I’m up for anything. If you are, too.”
“You know I’m joking, right?” As soon as the words leave my lips, I regret it. His words were like music to my ears. For a split second, I thought he was serious. That he actually almost admitted to having feelings for me. And I would admit mine. But the fantasy evaporated, leaving only the bleak, loveless reality.
“Yeah, yeah. I was, too.” He scratches his head nervously.
“Oh, um, ok. Sorry, I thought you were serious.”
“I-I kind of was.” I turn to look at Draco, confusion written all over my face.
“Y-yeah. Listen, (y/n), I know this is sudden, and I certainly did not expect everything to come to the surface this way, but I’m in love with you. Always have been. I know you probably only see me as a friend, but I do, too. The difference is that I want something more.”
I say nothing. I only stare at the fearful, stormy grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. I lean in. I smell his minty breath hitting my face. I feel his lips brushing against mine. And I feel his kiss. Slow, but passionate. He reaches over and cups my face in his hands, while I wrap my arms around his neck.
Then I feel something click, something stimulating, and I know he feels it, too. I continue to kiss him, only roughly. His teeth begin to nibble at my lips, seeking permission for entrance, to which I grant him. Our tongues collide, fighting for dominance, for control. Draco pulls me onto his lap and begins to kiss my jawline, slowly going down towards my neck. He finds my sweet spot and begins sucking. I moan loudly. My moans must have turned him on, because I begin to feel a tent emerging in his pants. As he gives me hickeys, I begin grind on him, both of us moaning as I do so.
I unbutton his shirt and throw it to the ground while he pulls mine over my head and unhooks my bra. He pulls off my skinny jeans and throws it to the ground as well. I slip off my panties while Draco stands up, only in his tight dress pants.
“Jump,” he says. I oblige and wrap my legs around his hips, kissing him roughly and passionately.
Draco walks into a dormitory and locks the door behind him. He throws me onto the bed and lowers himself until his head is level with my soaking core. Draco licks a long stripe down my pussy and attaches his mouth to my clit, sucking. I moan loudly and grasp my hands on his platinum blonde, unkempt hair. Without warning, he thrusts two digits into me, making me moan. He pumps his fingers, hitting just the right spot. Draco continues to suck and suck and pump and pump. Right when I’m about to climax, he pulls out and levels himself with my entrance.
“Is this okay?” He asks nervously.
“Yeah, better than okay,” I smile at him.
Suddenly, he thrusts into me, causing me to nearly scream out of pleasure. He moans loudly and thrusts at a swift pace. Swift, but not swift enough.
“Faster, Draco,” I pant.
Draco then quickens his pace to a much more pleasurable speed. He wraps my legs around his waist, allowing for a deeper angle. His cock hits my G-spot with every thrust.
“Yeah, that’s the spot,” I moan.
He continues to pound mercilessly into me, making me scream with every thrust.
“I’m about to come,” I say.
“Me, too,” he pants.
Draco’s thrusts become sloppier until he empties his warm seed into me. The feeling stimulates me, and I empty myself all over his cock. He pulls out and lies beside me. Both of us are panting. Both of us are still recovering from what had just happened.
“Hey,” I turn over to face Draco. “If you haven’t guessed, I’m in love with you, too.”
He smiles, kisses me, and preps himself for round two.
Description: Jughead and reader have drifted apart, and reader just wants to know why she lost one of her best friends (the requested “holy shit you have a lot of books” prompt)
Warnings: None wow what a shocker
It was no secret that I loved reading. It ignited a passion in me, the stories I read gave me hope, and faith, they taught me to dream big and always reach for the stars. As cliché as it sounded, reading was my favorite pass time. My parents obviously saw how dedicated I was to literature, and they were proud of my intelligence and my sophisticated and mature personality, which had come from many of the books I had read, so it was no surprise that our home included a personal library for me to lounge in and read.
My parents were very well off when it came to money, especially living in Riverdale and having a decent paying job. We lived in a two-story house in the same neighborhood as the blossoms, although Cheryl and I weren’t any more than friendly neighbors and classmates. I usually kept to myself, having my few friends like Archie Andrews or Betty Cooper. My parents had been friends with theirs for as long as I can remember, which made the three of us close. I was also friends with Veronica Lodge and Kevin Keller.
Jughead Jones and I had a confusing relationship to say the least. We started off as childhood friends, then drifted apart during middle school. Then we grew closer over the summer, after Archie had ditched the road trip, and then he began to distance himself from me again. I didn’t know why, but it irritated me greatly, and it didn’t help that I had become infatuated with the broody teen. I would have done anything to fix whatever happened to our friendship, so when Betty told me Jughead had been having trouble in history class, I jumped at the offer to tutor him, managing to corner him at school.
“Jughead Jones.” I stood behind the boy who was hunched over his locker. He slowly turned to face me, a bored expression on his face.
“That’s me.” He replied, closing his locker door and leaning against it. I straightened my posture, not letting his loose demeanor intimidate me further.
“I know you’re having trouble in history, and lucky for you, we just so happen to have history, so I’m here to help.” I spoke cheerfully, a grin on my face.
“No thanks, I don’t need your charity.” Jughead pushed off the lockers, beginning to walk away.
“Jughead,” I grabbed his arm, turning him back around to face me. I decided to take control of the situation, putting on a brave face.
“It wasn’t an offer. You need the help, and you know it.” I let go of his arm.” Be at my house at 3:30, or retake history, it’s your call.”
With that, I turned on my heel, walking away.
———————————————– I paced my living room floor, too nervous to sit or do anything else for that matter. It was 3:31, and I was anxiously wondering if Jughead would come.
Ten minutes later, I heard a knock at my door, and I quickly ran to it, peeking out the window. When I saw Jughead standing there, arms crossed and his backpack on his shoulders, I sighed in relief, thanking my lucky stars he actually came.
I unlocked the bolt, opening the door and nodding my head to greet him. Jughead stepped inside, looking around at the hallway of my home. After a moment, I cleared my throat to catch his attention before leading him to the dining room table. I had already grabbed a few history books from the library, setting them neatly on the table.
“Would you like something to drink? We have water, sweet tea, soda….”
“Do you have root beer?” He asked, his attention already on one of the history books that sat on the table.
“Jughead Jones, I’m personally offended that you would ask me such a question.” I remarked, trying to lighten the mood. I saw a ghost of a smile flash across his face, and grinned to myself, happy that I had gotten something out of him. I grabbed a root beer from the fridge, walking over to him and handing him the bottle before sitting down next to him.
We had gotten an hour and a half in to tutoring, and I had been helping jughead with all the key things he would need to know for our midterm. Jughead had mostly been quiet, not saying much more than the answers to the questions. I gave up on trying to rekindle whatever friendship there was left. I just didn’t understand what I had done wrong, and it bothered me greatly.
“Ok, that’s it for today.” I stood up, collecting the history books in my arms.” I think you’re more than prepared for the test.” I walked out of the room, making my way to the library and swinging the door open. I walked over to the little nonfiction section I had assigned, putting the books back in alphabetical order.
“Holy shit.” I swung around, turning to see Jughead standing at the door.” That’s a lot of books.”
“Yeah.” I agreed, blushing lightly.” My mom and dad helped me make it when we moved in here. It’s my favorite room.” I turned my attention back to Jughead, who seemed to be fixated on one of the shelves, his fingers running across the spines of the books gently. After a moment or so, I broke the silence, uttering the question I had been wanting to ask for the longest time.
“What happened between us?” Jughead’s attention snapped back towards me, a sad look on his face.” Did I do something wrong? Why aren’t we friends anymore, Jughead? If it’s because of me – “
“It wasn’t you, y/n.” Jughead sighed, stepping towards me.” Trust me, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Jughead dropped his head, finding the ground more interesting.
“Then what happened?” I questioned, looking at him expectantly. Jughead looked up, his eyes locking with mine. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to say, but couldn’t. I sighed, looking away from him.
“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, I’m sorry for binging it up, I just wanted to know wh-“ I was cut off when Jughead cupped my face, turning me to look back at him. His hands stayed there for a moment, thumbs brushing against my cheekbones lightly, before he closed the distance between us, kissing me softly. My hands gripped Jughead’s wrists, not knowing where else to go.
After a moment, Jughead moved his hands, opting to wrap his arms around my waist instead. My arms went around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip. Jughead and I finally broke apart, eyes locking again.
“That’s why.” Jughead spoke, voice cracking a bit. We both let out a breathy laugh, smiling as we realized we both had mutual feelings.
“You idiot. We could have been doing this a long time ago.” I shook my head, pushing him down by the back of his neck to kiss me again.
When we set up the library we painstakingly created a whole series of user-friendly pages - which can be found here.
We plan to fill these with all and every Hannigram, AU and Rare Pair Omegaverse fic/art/creation we can find from ao3 and tumblr. However, we realised early on that most (possibly all) Tumblr Apps cannot access tumblr pages and just reroute back to the main blog. It has taken us a while to come up with the solution and there may still be access issues (the Library Pages continue to be available in browsers), but we hope this solution is viable.
Having meticulously tagged reblogs and library shelving updates, we have set up this Masterpost to link to blog posts rather than pages via tag links. Below is a list of those tags, which will likely be added to over time (those currently with no links have no active tags as yet). You can use these to look up stories we have, and continue to, post and reblog.
Happy browsing, oh, and if you find our missing box of knotting dildos on one of the shelves, just had it in at the helpdesk!
In the myth of Osiris, the duality of Osiris and Seth is that of death and life. Seth makes separation between life and death. The restoration of the unity of life here and yonder is symbolized by the birth of the divine child Horus. Isis receives the seed of the living dead Osiris. Yet Seth also limits the existence of Horus and his mother. The child Horus is brought forth by Isis in solitude. In the difficulties and dangers mother and child have to endure, not in ordered society, but in the inhospitable marshes of Khemmis, the glorious, original divine life is almost lost. Not only is the cosmos surrounded by primeval chaos, the cosmos itself proves to be fissured by Seth’s first stirring. Horus no longer has a female complement, like the gods before him. In contrast with the gods of the ennead, he also displays the state of being a child (Harpocrates) and of being brought up. Bringing up had become necessary because the cosmos had become disordered through the untimely birth of Seth. The Osiris hymn of Amenmose relates, that Horus was not presented to the gathering of the gods by his mother until he was sufficiently equipped physically and mentally: strong of arm, firm of heart. Horus had to learn and win adult divine life through sad experience. The quarrel of Horus and Seth, who originated accidentally, but is now a determining factor in reality, was inevitable.
ok so i work a volunteer job at my local public library and we have this ancient fucking vending machine, like i mean we’ve been using it since the seventies and theres a bunch of really old stickers on it and stuff. like just to get you a feel for how old this thing is two of the slots doesn’t work and the machine gives your change in nickels instead of quarters. pretty damn ancient.
anyway, weve been having a problem with these fake one dollar bills recently. the fake ones are just one sided black and white copies on kinda thickish paper so the machine sees it as a real one dollar bill when its a fucking blurry picture of George washintone. so what the library did was set up a camera on this cornor really obscurely so they could see who was putting them in.
so they do catch the guy, some white college student fuckboi who drove this huge fuckin truck and clearly had money to spare, but my boss Cindy wanted to fuck with him a little bit. she knew the guy used the printer to print out “"essays”“ (which apparently also included fake one dollar bills).
now, cindy used to work in a juvenile detention center and has some old friends who are police officers but really fucking scary ones. we’re talking tats and shaved heads and ear piercings and shit, so a bunch of stuff that would scare the Shit out of White Fuckboi whos daddy paid for college.
they fucking pretended to be waiting in line behind him, waited until he pulled out the (clearly fake) one dollar bills, and arrested him. and this guy got in SO much trouble. apparently his parents also owned a lot of stock in oil and was like, pretty rich (texans yaknow) and this fucker got out of jail after like, two months?
first thing he did was come back and apologize to the library personally, but what he didnt realize is that they still had the cameras up. this fucker DID THE SAME SHIT AGAIN, RIGHT AFTER APOLOGIZING TO THE FUCKING LIBRARY PERSONALLY, AND THEY GOT THIS SHIT ON TAPE
im just???? working two jobs with the goverment of texas is like a fucking Trip
Adam Bourbon is the sole heir to the Earldom of Villeneuve, and loves to attend parties in London, gamble and spend ridiculous amounts of money of clothes and material possessions.
He’s been the centre of numerous scandals (with both married and unmarried women) that his father desperately pays to keep out of the papers for fear of his own reputation.
After realizing they’re loosing money and their estate is at risk due to a bad investment, Adam’s cold and distant father tells him he must marry and settle down, or he’ll be disinherited and the estate and title will do to the next heir (a very distant cousin).
Not wanting to lose his inheritance or title, Adam begrudgingly agrees and his father orders him to stay at the family estate in the country to keep out of trouble. His father rarely spends time there, but nonetheless starts organizing dinners with respectable potential brides for Adam, though he shows little interest.
Months of unsuccessful marriage attempts go by, and Adam feels as though there’s no one for him, until a woman in a maid’s dress catches his eye.
Belle is hired by Cogsworth and Mrs.Potts as a housemaid in the earldom’s big house. She is content with her position, but knows that she’d doesn’t want to work in service forever. She’s saving up to travel and see libraries all over the world.
Belle quickly becomes friends with Plumette, the head housemaid.
Adam and Belle accidentally meet when she walks into the library to dust and set the fire, and is taken aback to see that Adam is there.
She apologizes, saying she thought he’d be hunting with the rest of his visiting relatives, and he says he was never keen on the hunt. He also lets it slip that his father teases him mercilessly because of it, and says some not-so-kind remarks about him. After quickly realizing he shouldn’t have said that, Belle promises not to tell anyone. Adam smiles, doesn’t say a word, and leaves Belle to her duties.
Adam starts “accidentally” running into Belle whenever he can, interrupting her duties. Belle eventually becomes slightly frustrated with Adam’s advances as he’s inconveniencing her and if they were to be found out, she would be sacked. He realizes this, eventually, and backs off (if a little reluctantly).
One afternoon, Adam catches Belle in the library, secretly reading his mother’s copy of Romeo and Juliet, and can’t help but let out a snort of disapproval. Belle jumps, quickly putting the book back as Adam saunters into the library.
Adam: “Of all the books in this room, you choose to read that one?”
Belle: “It’s my favourite, actually.” She’s trying (albeit not successfully) to not sound offended.
Adam: “But all the heartache and the pining… there are so many better things to read.”
Belle: “Well I haven’t had the luxury of a library such as this.”
Adam: “You have that now.”
Belle looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “What- what do you mean?”
Adam: “You can borrow any of these books, if you want to.”
Belle: “Does your father allow the staff to borrow from the library?”
Adam: “Oh, no. He keeps a ledger that even I have to use. But I would be willing to sign my name next to the books you want to read.”
Belle can’t help but let out a small laugh of joy.
On one of the staff’s nights off, Belle, Plumette, and the other maids head down to the visiting fair in the village. Belle decides to stay a bit later, and is noticed by a few young men who start to make unwanted advances. These advances start to get violent, and Adam (who had come to the fair out of nostalgia and remembering when his mother used to take him) notices these men ganging up on Belle and fights them off.
With all the adrenaline and an injured Belle, Adam rushes home and doesn’t leave her in her small bedroom in the servants’ quarters, but instead brings her to a guest bedroom.
Adam decides to revive a tradition put away when his mother died: the servants’ ball
It’s basically an excuse for his to dance with Belle in a non-scandalous setting.
Cogsworth is worried by the idea, thinking the Earl will find out, but Adam persists (with the help of Lumière and Plumette) and Cogsowrth eventually, begrudgingly accepts.