we have eachother

my what a guy, gaston!

okay so i know i already did one of these for beauty and the beast (for fuck’s sake shana write about some new fairytales why are you like this) but i listened to sam tsui’s cover of a tale as old as time and OH BOY, OH MY HONEY OH MY DARLING

okay, so in the very early stages of the original beauty and the beast, gaston was an aristocrat. that eventually got scrapped, but oh what if it didn’t

so say gaston is the son of someone very high up in the royalty chain, someone who’s parents are important enough that he spends an awful lot of time at the castle? and our prince adam isn’t really down with this whole ~being a prince~ thing, he’s a brat, like so many other kids are brats (but these kids don’t get turned into beasts by random witches, like i’m sorry but i’ll never not think that beast didn’t get the short end of the stick there) and so he spends the least about of time possible parading about with a crown on his head. he likes going outside, like riding his horses and playing in the woods, and all sorts of other things that make his parents shake their heads and despair at the inability to have another child, because their son is a small disaster.

and here comes gaston, who’s older and more long suffering. gaston in naturally dramatic, okay, he likes being flashy and fun and loud, all the things the son of a noble shouldn’t be. so by the point he meets adam he’s listened to his parents, folded himself up nice and tight into this quiet boy who just doesn’t want any trouble. adam loves trouble. if he can’t find it, he invents it.

so he grabs onto gaston like glue, and gaston is irritated, but he’s the prince, he can’t say anything or his parents will kill him. so he lets adam keep dragging him out horseback riding and hunting and rock climbing and all sorts of things little noble boys aren’t supposed to do. they spare, and no matter that gaston is bigger and older he never wins, adam always ends up pinning him to the ground with his arm to his throat and he’d more irritated about it if the prince didn’t look so delighted every time he won. adam loves all the animals that he’s not interested in eating, and gaston tries to point out that it’s a little weird how thrilled adam is to take down a deer when two minute later he’s trying to entice a wolf to come closer so he can pet it, and also holy shit adam that’s a wolf what’s wrong with you

adam loves his staff, the people who do their best to reign in this little terror but don’t try that hard, because the thing about bratty kids is that they’re rarely brats all the time, as an adult you swing between wanting to strangle them and finding them so adorable and charming your chest hurts. so mrs. potts indulges him, likes the way he’s only ever really patient while he’s playing with her son chip when he’s snuck into the kitchen to beg her for some extra cookies. lumiere and cogsworth are his tutors and spend more time arguing with each other than teaching him, and he’s delighted by that.

and so adam is this loud, exuberant little prince who slowly but surely picks at gaston’s barrier until gaston almost feels like himself again, and adam doesn’t do what his parents did. adam doesn’t make fun of him for how much he cares about his hair, about how he hates dirt under his fingernails. as long as gaston keeps following him into dangerous situations, adam doesn’t care about much of anything, and gaston loves him for it.

and gaston’s on the cusp of teenagerhood when he realizes he loves adam, the prince, this is awful and he immediately has a panic attack over it, he’s to be lord and adam is to be king, it will never work, oh, and adam probably doesn’t like boys, and – oh my god, all those schoolyard taunts about him being gay we’re right this is a nightmare.

he’d freak out about this properly and probably go charging to the castle to confess his love in true embarrassing 12 year old fashion – except his parents set him down, pale, and say, “they’re gone, they’re all gone, the king and queen were found dead and the prince is gone and now a monster lives in the castle.” and of course gaston takes this to the most logical conclusion – a beast broke into the castle, killed the love of his young life, and now he’s claimed the castle for his own.

this is gaston’s defining moment okay, this is the point where he snaps and never goes back. he rebels against his parents, refuses to fit himself back into the mold of the perfect son, tries to live his life like adam would have wanted him to. that means being exactly who he is and damn the consequences. he focuses on his hair and his clothes and his looks, he pursues hunting because it reminds him of adam, because so much of their friendship took place in the woods, covered in mud and laughing. he pursues hunting because, one day, when he’s the very best he’s going to go the castle and kill the beast that killed adam. and his parents are furious about all of this and they disown him in favor of his young siblings and he just. doesn’t give a shit.

so he moves to the town, and everyone loves him, of course they love him. he’s loud and arrogant, but – he’s not cruel. he’s beautiful and brings in more pelts and meat than any other hunter and gaston doesn’t miss the days of being a young lordling in the slightest. but girls keep throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know how to keep refusing either outing himself or hurting their feelings, so he goes to belle. belle, who is every inch as pretty he is. belle, who is smart and quiet and kind in a reserved sort of way. if there’s anyone who won’t judge him, it’s her.

so he goes to her, and tells her the truth – that he only likes men, that he’s not interested in advertising the fact, and asks her to pretend to be his lady. and belle, kind sweet belle, agrees. she does it out of sense of duty to help those in need, because nothing she knows of gaston says she will enjoy this. but she’s proven wrong, because gaston was raised to be a lord of course he’s educated, just because he doesn’t really care about any of that stuff doesn’t mean he doesn’t know it. and belle can speak with him like she can no other, because gaston has more formal education than anyone else in this village. and to their surprise, gaston and belle become friends, become the closest of friends, and gaston hasn’t known this closeness since adam, although it’s different because he loves belle but he’s not in love with belle.

and one day belle and her father are out traveling and sudden snowstorm forces them into the castle. belle knows there’s some sort of monster that supposedly lives there, but it’s either the castle for refuge or dying of cold outside, so into the castle they go. and instead of a hideous monster there’s adam, the beast. he’s rude and gruff and calls them twelve kinds of idiots for getting caught in a snowstorm in the first place. he offers them a room before sulking back into his study, watching the last petal threaten to the fall from the rose.

the castle is so excited to have guests, to have a young girl that may be their saving grace, and beast doesn’t know how to tell them that he likes girls well enough, but the only person he’s ever loved is a prickly, stuffy little boy who used to wring his hands together whenever they went looking for wolves. the storm doesn’t abate, and belle and her father stay. beast likes belle, likes how much she loves his library and the courteous way she speaks to all his staff even tho they’re all furniture, and he wishes he could love her, she is a woman that deserves to be loved. but he can’t.

back in the village, gaston has had it. the beast took adam from him, and he wont allow that thing to take belle. he rallies the villagers and goes marching to the castle, determined to save belle and her father, determined to kill the thing that killed adam.

so they storm the castle and he and the beast fight. belle and her father rush forward to stop the rest of the angry village men, and belle is screaming at gaston to stop, that things aren’t as they seem. but he’s mad with bloodlust, with revenge, and he’s about to take the beast’s head off with his axe when the beast lunges and pushes him to the ground, pinning him with an arm to his throat. and the muscle memory is so sudden and visceral that gaston freezes and stares at the snarling beast and whispers, “adam?”

and the beast blinks, and pulls back a little, and goes …… “gaston!?”

literally everyone is so confused, but they only get more confused when gaston throws himself at the beast and there’s a rush of magic as the last petal falls and the spell is broken. gaston sees beast for who he really is, loves him wholly and completely in the way only children can, and the curse is broken.

so gaston goes from having the beast in his arms to having a man, and he kisses him, outing himself in front of the whole village and not caring in the slightest. “i’ve missed you,” adam says, reaching out a hand to cup gaston’s cheek.

his staff are people again, and the cloud of darkness that had fallen over the castle is lifted. the old and irritable third cousin twice removed who’d been running the country is more than happy to hand it back over to adam, so happy in fact that he doesn’t question anything about this incredibly weird situation.

gaston and adam were children with a children’s love, but as adam gets his castle and kingdom up and running again, gaston is there. and their love deepens, and strengthens, and becomes something much more real and true than it ever was before. and gaston knows he can’t keep this, that adam will need to take a queen and gaston won’t be able to be with him after that.

except no one told adam that, because he goes to belle who just, never left the castle because she likes it and it likes her and her two favorite people are here. and also they’ll pry her from that library over her dead body. “hey,” adam says, “so, i’m kind of the king now.”

“i noticed,” belle answers, and doesn’t look up from her book.

adam considers closing it, but also considers that he likes his hands attached to his wrists. “want to get married? we’ll need to produce an heir or two, but beyond that you’ll get all the books you want and a whole country to boss around.” one of the things adam had quickly learned was that belle loved bossing people around.

belle doesn’t look up from her book. he hadn’t honestly expected her too. “okay. I’m dating plumette. im going to keep doing that.”

“nice,” he says, because plumette is a lot prettier now that she isn’t a feather duster.

so adam find gaston and tells him that he’s marrying belle, and gaston’s whole heart breaks but it makes sense, adam and belle make sense together, and he wishes he could make himself hate either of them but he can’t because he loves them both. but then adam is talking about how belle will have the rooms next to theirs, and gaston should probably stop paying rent for his house in the village, he lives in a literal palace, come on now.

and gaston figures out that adam is planning to stay with him, that belle is his wife and queen in name only and and gaston will continue to be the one in his heart and in his bed. adam is talking about how they all really need to sit down and do something about the redistribution of tax revenue, and they should probably do it before the wedding because otherwise their subjects will only show up to throw fruit at them. gaston cuts him off by pressing his king and love of his life against the wall and kissing him breathless.

cogsworth and lumiere walk by and pause mid-argument to wolf whistle at them before continuing on their way. gaston and adam end up having to hold each other up as they laugh so hard they can’t breath.

and everyone lives happily ever after.


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/APPARENTLY/ we could be seeing spideys underarm webbing in the new movie!! Fancy suit upgrades! 

Don’t be afraid to wake me, Love

For you are better than any dream I could be dreaming

And the best part is, you’re my reality

After everything we have been through
After everything we have done for eachother
After all the smiles we shared and the pain we caused
After all the mistakes we made
After all this time, even after all this time
I only need one word from you

To smile, to Try
To believe, to trust
To forgive, to forget
To love, to live

“STAY”

—  multiversalwolf 

something i love about driving on backroads in the middle of the night:

on the rare occasion i see someone driving towards me in the distance, i flash my brights 3 times really quickly and see if they flash back. and then, in the short amount of time that we have before we pass eachother, we have a quick bright-flashing conversation.

i flash twice
they flash twice
i flash 5 times really quick
they flash 5 times really quick

it’s great. it just happened and it made my night 500% better. i’m absolutely giddy.

thank you, anonymous driver, for makin my night happier.

Our Apartment
Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties
Our Apartment

I found enough of your hairpins to build you a monument,
A statue to loneliness. Breathe it in. Let it go.
I caved a piece of the drywall in,
Replaying the argument,
I’m icing my swollen fist.
It’s a lie and this isn’t a home, no, no, no, no.
I’m just skin and bones.
I broke my cell phone
Cause it won’t fucking tell me when you’re coming home.

You have heard about prequel with Chloe

Now get ready for Rachel Amber actually living, Nathan Prescott actually not being that angry and Max actually being constantly mentioned

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This piece was an attempt to vocalize my own fears and anger, but also the fact that despite how dark things seem right now, there is hope in love.

Nico seeing Trump elected after LIVING through a part of WWII would literally destroy a part of him. After all that struggle to accept that modern day is better, after coming out and learning to be okay with himself, he sees the same thing he saw back when he was little. The same things that scared him into keeping his sexuality a complete and utter secret that scared him beyond even the terrors of tartarus.

Will has you BB. 

And we all have eachother.

Its almost a year since me and my boyfriend met.
I was cosplaying Riza Hawkeye and he was cosplaying Roy mustang at Birmingham MCM he ran up to me shouting ‘Lieutenant!’ To get my attention and we spoke in character for a bit before introducing ourselves
Its MCM Birmingham again in just over a week so to honor tradition we’re going as Royai

Whats great is we have always refered to eachother as ‘Lieutenant’ and ‘Colonel’ and his family call me Riza.

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A force to be reckoned with.. for 5 years my girls and I have stuck together, been there for eachother and grown into not only best friends but sisters.. that will always always have eachothers backs! We’ve been through break ups, we’ve been at our lowest but we have always helped eachother come out stronger on the other end! Call me the luckiest girl alive, because this is a dream I am living, but I get to live it with 3 of the most talented, special individuals Alive. Now let’s smash the shit out of this! 

On The Contrary, My Dear...

Anon asked: Ommmmmggg I am I’m need of sassy old couple obi-wan x reader in a new hope, maybe from Luke’s point of view or something but I just. Want to grow old and sassy with obi on tatooine I love it like?? Maybe the reader was a Jedi too Idk whatever I like you’re stories a lot good job congrats keep working and improving friend you go

Author: Zoe

(A/N: I haven’t written a snarky old couple before, but I’m loving this idea!)

Plot Summary: You and Obi-Wan have known eachother since your teenage years, training side by side as padawans underneath your respective masters. After his battle against Anakin, he took a heavy toll on his shoulders, both physically and mentally. Now, together in exile on Tatooine, you both follow the Jedi Code to some extent. I mean, two Jedis aren’t supposed to get married and grow old and sassy together, right?

Originally posted by geminoweasley

“Darling, how’s training with Luke? Any hints of his father?” You asked, brushing a few strands of gray hair behind your ear.

“On the contrary, my dear, he’s not much like his father. There is Light within him.”

“I do hope so. You’re getting too old for fighting.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m still as sprightly as when we were in the Academy!” 

You chuckled, pressing a chaste hiss to his cheek. “But of course, dear.”

“Luke, you can stop now.” You outstretched your hand and placed it on the young boy’s shoulders.

“What are you doing? He still has much to learn.” Obi-Wan walked to your side.

“The boy needs a break, he’s getting there, but he needs to recharge his energy.” Luke removed his helmet, smiling up at the two of you.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He sighed and collapsed into his seat.

“Oh, alright, but don’t think that I’ll go easy on you next time, Luke. You’re only taking the first steps to becoming a Jedi.”

“Says the man that always became too flustered during our sparring sessions at the academy.” You muttered.

“I heard that, darling!” Obi-Wan yelled from the doorway.

“I love you too!” You yelled back, sarcastically.

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Simon Imagine - sad break ups and drunken make ups part 2

REQUESTED:  “Part 2 to sad break ups and drunken make ups? Like you’re trying to get your lives back together and your relationship back on track, and everything feels so new again”

SIDENOTE!!! PLEASE READ PART 1 FIRST OTHERWISE THIS WILL MAKE NO SENSE TY BYE

Waking up next to Simon the day after the party was weird to say the least. The feeling of his naked chest against my back was both comforting and unnerving. It was a feeling I had missed, but also a silent confirmation of my fears: so we had definitely done stuff last night. I let my eyes wander around the familiar room, trying to look for some sort of change, some sort of tell tale to what had gone on whilst I had been away. But everything just looked exactly the same.

“Y/n? Are you awake?”

Oh that morning voice. My heart expanded in my chest, tripling it’s size. I wanted to remain silent; this moment was not to be ruined by words. However, as I felt his body shift behind me, I turned to face Simon.

“Yes.” I breathed, my voice timid and croaky after all the alcohol last night. “I’m awake.”

He looked down at me, his great blue eyes burning holes into mine. I thought maybe he might say anything - but he didn’t. Instead he just remained quiet, his arms returning cautiously to my naked waist. For some odd reason I felt extremely insecure in my naked state. My mind turned to wandering whether he was in the same manner underneath the covers. After as long apart as we had had, I felt as if Simon was a new person. It felt like being in the dating stage: everything is slightly awkward, uncomfortable, and you’re always on egg shells. 

This is what it felt like currently lying with Simon.

“Do I dare ask what this means for us or will it ruin this moment right here?” 

He broke the silence first, resting his head against the pillow as he looked at me. It occurred to me that perhaps he was trying to find an answer in my face as an alternative to in my words. This is always how our relationship went in the past. I broke the eye contact, looking down at his bare chest, tracing his anatomy with my fingers. 

“I think you just asked.”

His face broke into a timid smile. “It’s good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humour.”

“Never,” I whispered, mirroring his smirk. “Simon what does this mean?”

His body tensed, but the words were already out, no taking them back. I wanted to bury my face in his chest and hide, already feeling exposed enough without my clothes, let alone now asking the dreaded question no one wants to hear while lying next to their ex after a drunken night. But as I looked down, my face heating, he placed a hand under my chin and lifted it.

“Y/n, it’s whatever you want it to be. I love you and you know that. That’s never ever gonna change. But I don’t want you to feel pressured, and that’s why I’m making this your call.”

I chuckled at the irony. No pressure, Y/n, but everything that happens from now is completely your call. Great. 

What did I want to happen? I loved Simon, I knew this, but everything in the world of Minter moves so damn fast, and I didn’t want a repeat of last time. I didn’t want to end up hurt and alone again. The thought made my eyes sting.

“Hey,” he cooed, his voice soft and warming. “Don’t get upset, okay, you don’t have to decide anything straight away. Just know I’m not going anywhere until you do. I want you, Y/n.”

I avoided his eye again, feeling painfully shy at the raw confessions, for some reason. 

“I want you too, Simon.” 

His body visibly relaxed at my revelation, however I pressed my palm to his chest, looking up at him.

“But we have to take it slow, okay. It’s not a relationship yet. It’s just…seeing eachother. We have to get to know eachother again.”

His eyes flashed with an emotion I did not recognise, and I felt my heart wrench a little. Was this not what he wanted? Was it even what I wanted? This all just seemed too much.

“Okay. Getting to know eachother again. Deal.”

“Thank you, Simon.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. Now what exactly does slow mean?”

“It just means less intensity. Less talk of the future, less involvement from fans, less travelling and all that jazz. I just want us to be happy together, just us, without any added labels. Is that okay with you?”

“Anything’s okay with me as long as you’re involved, Y/n.”

I smiled up at him as he propped his head up on his elbow, his face in his hand.

“I missed you, Simon.”

“I missed you more than you know, Y/n. Now one last question.”

“Shoot.”

“I can still touch you right?”

I laughed, hitting his shoulder playfully. 

“Well that depends on your behaviour, Mr Minter.”

He smiled, mouthing a ‘whatever’ at me as he lay back down. I turned to lay on my back and he put his arms over me, rubbing his hands over my stomach, my breasts, my thighs. 

“I’m getting to know your body,” he breathed against my earlobe.

“I think you know that well enough.”

“Oh I’ll never know it well enough, Y/n, believe me.”

We can’t do this alone, we have to help eachother together. So remember to listen to others instead of thinking while they speak, communicate to eachother, look in their eyes, express ideas instead of talking about people, think outside of the box, do something out of your comfort zone, trust people, have faith, be happy, find comfort in silence and most importantly love with all of your heart
—  The Awakened State - Wrote this a few years ago ♥