Yeaaaaah so I disneybounded as Belle today and, after a HECKUVA LONG ORDEAL, got to meet Gaston! Which was amazing and slightly nerve-wracking and got an awesome selfie.
He demanded to know if I dressed as a secondary character deliberately, then I said I identify with Belle on a deep spiritual level, and I tried to add that I found him attractive, unlike her, but somehow it came out wrong and he got SUPER INSULTED because how DARE I not think he’s gorgeous (he then asked the rest of the line if they thought he was the most handsome man there and that was why they wanted to meet him), and asked if I would take pictures with him. I sighed and was all, “I guess I have to, don’t I?” And he made me stand really close, then he wrapped an arm around me and kept making smolder faces while I kept making annoyed faces. Before I left, I asked if I could take a selfie, and he said, “As long as MY face is in it!” which ended up producing my new favorite Disney picture.
That’s literally all I wanted to do. That was my goal for the trip. I have achieved it. I met Gaston while Bounding as Belle. Tomorrow I shall attempt to meet Belle at Epcot, but if I don’t, I met Gaston, and that’s all that matters.
(Which begs the question…what would happen if you took the 2017 Gaston to DisneyWorld? Like if you woke up one day and he was there in your house and you took him to Disney? And then he met the face character of himself? I need to know!)
photography captures all those little moments that we all fail to grasp the magnitude of the complexity that is existence in all the perceptitudes of grandiosity that encompass the fragility and pervasive nature that is existence both fervent and tragic in its temporary omnipresence.