look at this diva

anonymous asked:

garderobe and lumiere for the unlikely character fics

he is guided by the sound of her weeping.

the maestro is fit to go mad in the ballroom—he is running, skittering everywhere, the hard harpsichord’s feet making tracks in the marble floor as he tries to pull his mass up the stairs, or out the doors, or anywhere his wife might be. the harpsichord, the maestro, is too heavy. so lumiere goes looking, plumette floating by his side. the sky is grey and it is hard to see through the windows, but they check each room, looking for the beautiful diva.

they find her in the darkest tower. the door is old and the lock is broken and from his now-diminished height, he is unsure how to get in. when you are six feet tall, you don’t imagine how lucky you are to be able to pull open a door—! but plumette is clever (she is always so clever), and they manage to open the door to the dusty old suite, the one near where the prince’s mother used to live.

madame de garderobe is inside. in the dark, crying. her gowns are bunched all over the floor; it is a mess to hop over the velvets and silks and satins and reach her. lumiere wants to stroke her, comfort her by caress—

“lumiere! non!”

plumette’s cry catches him just in time. fire, on wood. he draws back from the singer, and she cries again, making the noise but with no tears running from her face. how can she cry, truly, beyond the gasps of her throat? water brings rot to wood and fabric. madame de garderobe is denied her own tears.

plumette flies off, to tell the maestro they found his wife. to break the harsh, hard, wooden news. garderobe cries and lumiere stands (he does not even notice how his arms, now, naturally twist upward; the candelabra pose is uncannily easy, when he doesn’t watch out); and speaks french to her, and she replies in italian, and he talks to her until she goes to sleep. it will be all right, madame. we will make it well, madame. you are among friends, madame.

it is not until she’s asleep that lumiere tries to remember what she looked like as a human. he only knew her for an hour—but she was stunning, then, and look at her now.

he skirts his way around the fabrics—why is everything so flammable, mon dieu! he will have to watch his hands—and tells himself that when this curse is broken, he will personally bring wine and truffles to the madame and the maestro. it is la tragédie, to have them parted so. and then he goes to plumette, and thanks the heavens (even though they are grey, now, always grey) that he is still so lucky. so lucky, still.

and still he hears her weeping.


DAY 2: St. Olga’s/headcanons

My fav headcanon is that Margo (Marco) feel really euphoric because her hair is more long! “What’s that cool girl in the mirror? oh wait, is me!!!”

week made by @queenmarco 


happy birthday, billie holiday // april 7, 1915 - july 17, 1959 // “there’s no damn business like show business - you have to smile to keep from throwing up”

“Behind me, Billie was on her last song. I picked up the refrain, humming a few bars. Her voice sounded different to me now. Beneath the layers of hurt, beneath the ragged laughter, I heard a willingness to endure. Endure- and make music that wasn’t there before.“ President Barack Obama

“Once, when [I was] playing at the Apollo, [Billie] was working a block away at the Harlem Opera House. Some of us went over between shows to catch her, and afterward, we went backstage. I did something then, and I still don’t know if it was the right thing to do - I asked her for her autograph.”  Ella Fitzgerald 

“With few exceptions, every major pop singer in the US during her generation has been touched in some way by her genius. It is Billie Holiday who was, and still remains, the greatest single musical influence on me. Lady Day is unquestionably the most important influence on American popular singing." Frank Sinatra

"If I hear a record once, I usually never listen to it again. I rarely listen to music - unless it’s Billie Holiday." Barbra Streisand

“She could express more emotion in one chorus than most actresses can in three acts.” Jeanne Moreau

"I have the ability to sing with emotion and feeling, but if you say I sound like Billie Holiday, that’s cool. Let’s look at who Billie was: she was this person, this singer, this beautiful diva who could move the audience with the slightest gesture of her hand." Erykah Badu

"Billie Holiday….she is so subtle, she can milk you with two notes. She can go no farther than from a to b, and she can make you feel like she told you the whole universe." Janis Joplin

"My great hero is Billie Holiday." Tim Curry


So, you feel qualified to write songs for the Pussycats? Yeah. For divas of color? No. Maybe, maybe. Look, this isn’t LA or New York, this is Riverdale, and people’s minds are opening up, but do you have any idea how much hate mail my mom got when she was elected mayor? I campaigned for your mom, I get it. No, no, no, baby, you don’t.