i always see wholesome posts about loving your mom and giving her the world. those posts are fine and all, i’m glad you guys love your moms and have happy healthy relationships. but for some of us it just isn’t realistic, so this one goes out to everyone who’s stomach twists when they see those posts because their mom isn’t a good person and because they don’t have a good relationship with her. you don’t have to love your mom, you don’t have to love any of your family members. you choose to love who treats you right, don’t let posts like that make you feel bad for not liking your mom.
I saw a pic with Mishima in his full gym clothes and he was so cute this monster happened
anyway I feel like someone as tiny as Mishima playing sports would be so cute to watch? I like to think he’s pretty decent at it since he was in a sports club (I assume to stand out, but well things didn’t work out.… .)
i also like to think of Ryuji as the Tired Best Friend who knows Akira has a crush on Mishima but has to watch Mishima unknowingly side-step all the damn time (gdi ryuji, blocking me at the school fest too)
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
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
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
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
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.
there’s a lot of posts on here and other social media about fake service dogs, how to spot them and what not, and it pisses me off.
when you see a service dog, IGNORE THEM. don’t scrutinize, try to figure out if they’re “real” or anything of the like. turn your head away and act like it’s not there. because your staring is still RUDE no matter your goal.
and if, by some chance they do something outside of service dog etiquette that does NOT make them fake. you can’t know the tasks they are needed for by looking at them, so DON’T judge.
“but the handler is letting people pet it!!” maybe it’s an allergen detection dog and it doesn’t affect their job to let people pet them outside of meals. again, you can’t know by looking at them, so IGNORE IT. you don’t get to decide how other teams operate.
a lot of service dog etiquette is about making the dog invisible, and as unobtrusive as possible. that’s all well and good, but let me make this very clear: disabled people do not need to take up as little space as an able person to be allowed in public. service dog doesn’t have a perfect heel position?? handler still deserves to walk through stores. service dog doesn’t tuck properly?? handler still deserves to sit. just as oxygen tanks, crutches, or any other accommodation can take up space, so can a service dog.
and i’d like to bring up the legal definition of a service dog((in the us)):
Under the ADA, a service animal is defined as a dog
that has been individually trained to do work or perform tasks for an
individual with a disability. The task(s) performed by the dog must be directly related to the person’s disability. The ADA requires the animal to be under the control of the handler. This can occur using a harness, leash, or other tether. However, in cases where either the handler is unable to hold a tether because of a disability or its use would interfere with the service animal’s safe, effective performance of work or tasks, the service animal must be under the handler’s control by some other means, such as voice control. The animal must be housebroken. The ADA does not require covered entities to provide for the care or supervision of a service animal, including cleaning up after the animal. The animal should be vaccinated in accordance with state and local laws.
that’s it. as long as a service dog hits all these, the handler has the legal right to be in public with it.
dogs that are not task trained, are out of control or otherwise outside of the definition are not allowed in public, but it’s the responsibility of the establishment to remove them, not yours. tell an employee if you’re concerned, but do not take the situation into your own hands. there’s a time and place for sd education, and the middle of walmart sure as hell isn’t it.
is it frustrating dealing with the general public and their lack of respect for your service dog?? absolutely. but don’t blame it on other teams. blaming disabled people for ableism helps no one.