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;; soo, to explain my lack of being here. it's the holidays, so ya'know i'm enjoying it. i'll probably resume back here around when i go back to college which will be another week. maybe less. we'll see. apologies from gaston and i c:

#;outofantlers

& I L I E D when I said, ❝ It didn’t hurt.❞

#;musings

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"What if I don’t want to? What are you going to do about that?”

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❝ Oh please-- you don't get a choice. ❞

#listenwellallofyou #v; covered with hair

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Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy [x]

♟ patching up a wound

No one says no to Gaston, he’d repeat to himself. It was like a mantra, to boost his confidence before a big sports game; or in this case, proposing to another beautiful woman. Gaston had been practicing in the mirror the entirety of that morning, when he wasn’t admiring himself, of course. But— things rarely ever went to plan. The girl had said no, and slammed her front door in his face. Angered, humiliated, who does she think she is?! In a fit of frustration and in a feeble attempt to escape his friendsof whom had attended to watch the occasion, the Frenchman fled to the edge of the province where it met the forest. Still with thedisappointment coursing through his brutish form, he felt the need to release his anger somehow. Looking from side to side, and noticing a lack of bumbling fools, Gaston set his eyes on the tallest, thickest tree he could find. He laid one punch in to the solid plant, and within seconds the valiant hunter was reduced to a mass ofwhimpers and regret. He cradled his broken, bloodied hand in his other one, and scurried away till he had composed himself.

#singingwithoutfail #;letters #[ this was so fun omfg ]

Send me a ship: Everyone / Gaston

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

;; pretty much

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Gaston/Pocahontas [ wanted to send something but wasn't sure what to send so r est in pieces ]

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

;; okay well i love pocahontas because she is super awesome but i can’t decide if i ship them or not yet. i guess we’ll have to rp more for me to find out… but tbh i know she would totally hate gaston because, well, it’s gaston

#riiverbend #;letters #;outofantlers

anna/gaston

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

;; this is where i feel really bad because i haven’t seen frozen so i can’t really answer this properly i’m sorry Dx

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Giselle/Gaston

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

;; omfg i really reaallllyyy need to rewatch enchanted but yes i love giselle’s innocence and naivety and i know gaston would love that tooo. plus they could sing ALL the time together.

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Frollo/Gaston (self absorbed, entitled frenchmen i mean come on)

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

;; this is a difficult one because like they’re my two favourite villains but like, i think they’d be great bros… like yeah frollo/gaston bromance for sure ♡

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yoncez

Send me a ship:

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ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

#;meme

♠ (i'll forever keep sending you stuff because you play gaston spot-on!)

Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy [x]

♠ Adjusting their jewelry/ neck tie/ etc

❝ Today is the day— I know it, I can smell it! ❞The Frenchman stood tall and arrogantly proud as the triplets fretted around him. Aimee balanced on a stool so she could match his height and comb his raven hair neatly to the side, Desiree was knelt by his side polishing his boots till she was able to see her pretty little face in the refection of them. And finally, Fleur was adjusting his neck tie. ❝ Not too tight, goddammit! ❞He pushed them each away and strode towards a full-length mirror, turning so he could admire himself from every angle. ❝ Belle isn’t going to be able to resist me this time. ❞

#thebimbettes #;letters #v; biceps to spare #[ omfg thank you #you're too kind c: ]

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Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy [x]

♟ patching up a wound

It had been a foggy morning, and Gaston’s craving for the scent of animal blood and his adrenaline-fueled sweat to fill his nostrils had gotten the better of him. LeFou and he left before the sun had barely risen, and the taller of the two had made the foolish decision to allow the incompetent boy to reload his blunderbuss. As a result, Gaston now sat in an attractive blonde’s living room as she patched the gunshot wound on his shoulder. It wasn’t serious, just a scratch in the skin. He could have stitched himself up, but— his village was a few miles West and there was far too much blood for him to make the trip back in time. ❝ Do you allow bloodied strangers in to your home often, then—? ❞

#ofbriar #;letters #v; biceps to spare #[ omfg thank you #ive been wanting to rp with you from the moment we started following one another ]

I’m a very jealous and possessive person. What’s mine is mine. If you touch what’s mine, I will fuck you up. If you run away after touching what’s mine, I will hunt you down and fuck you up. If you hurt what’s mine, I’ll destroy you. Don’t ever say I didn’t warn you.

#;musings #[ hAHA ]