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#𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒏 : a private & selective portrayal of disney's descendants, GIL BEAU LEGUME. a study into compassion as an act of rebellion, love vs duty & remaining kind against all odds. established on sept 2019 & revamped on march 2023.

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#pinned post.#mun: reh ( she / her ‚ 21 )

queeruma

can i get some uhhh gil appreciation please

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#this is so important to me fr #gil just he has so much depth and hes so inteligent #gosh i love him so much #* ☼ ‘ how come the sea remembers me every time ? ’ meta.

need a spring cleaning in this blog asap

#i did not wake up with the intent of comingbout of my hiatus cave but now that im here idk feels kinda cozy feels fresh

calithal

i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.

pre-established relationship prompts, accepting! ༄

she tilts her head to the side, landing on his shoulder, and she rests there, reaching up to twist his golden strands of hair between her fingers. god, she’s so far gone. she can’t remember anything, besides going out, alone, and ending up here, with gil. the word safe floats around, vague and unclinging. cj doesn’t think about it enough to let it stick, but the idea is there. she turns farther into him, like she’s hiding. he’s so warm with it. with everything. looking at him smile used to make her fucking sick knowing that he was stuck here with the rest of them. of course, not as sick as she got when she’d poke his teddy-bear-ass-self, and then have to look at his face.

what he says should make her just that: sick, sick, sick. but it doesn’t, she’s just quiet, sitting with it. a great part of her fights it, and she can feel the urge to bolt prick up like electricity. but she’s not here at all. “ i love you, gilly. ” it just leaves her, like a breath of air. “ but you can’t love me. ” she’s just talking, not thinking, not sulking, not brooding. it’s just what’s true. “ no one can. ” tomorrow’s going to be fucking rough, she thinks, half-absent.

softbrawn

the hold he had on her was sure, but soft, supporting her lithe form against him. the fingers in his hair make him chuckle and he doesn’t hesitate to embrace her as she hides in his chest, bringing his own fingers to play with her golden strands. gil wishes she was more accepting of this form of affection on their day-to-day, understands, maybe better than most, why she isn’t. but it’s nice to be allowed to hold her.

his calloused hands run repeating patterns on her back, as if trying to warm her, as if trying to soothe her. her words chip away at his heart, but he’s used to this response. every islander agreed they were born with the same disease, but gil would diagnose them differently – not unlovable, but unable to accept love. “ too bad, then. ” his voice is deep, due to the late hour and own drinks he had earlier. “ I can’t help it. ” he says, as simple as that, because for him it is. it has never been a hardship loving calista jane.

#coming out of my hibernation cave just for this bc god it hit me so hard #brb gonna redact my self real quick #i dont even remember my tags lmao #calithal #i love you boo

tgpgifs

#* ☼ ‘ two ghosts standing in the place of you and me ’ dyn. evie.#* ☼ ‘ with you i live on the honey of hope ’ dyn. allie.#* ☼ ‘ between your name and a prayer is there a difference ? ’ dyn. uma.

nicholasgalitznes

i’m worried about her.

#* ☼ ‘ his boyish grin could quite possibly heal the world ’ mirror.

heiresea

@softbrawn sent: ( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?

texting prompts. / accepting.

( sms: gil 💫 ): That sounds more interesting than any of this political bullshit they want me doing.

( sms: gil 💫 ): Get me one of those candy rings and I’m in.

softbrawn

﹙ ✉ ➝ ooooma ﹚ aye aye

﹙ ✉ ➝ ooooma ﹚ do u want the teal one for the vibes or the red one for flavor??

﹙ ✉ ➝ ooooma ﹚ thats an important question

#* ☼ ‘ the sunlight touches him and stays ’ ic.#* ☼ ‘ a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight ’ v. desc.#heiresea #* ☼ ‘ here comes the sun ’ queue.

contradictivs

‘ it’s only denial if you’re wrong. ‘

"I'm pretty sure that's not how that works, dude." Gil might have been onto something, though. Even if he was a bit skeptical about the logic that the other was using. "That just sounds like you're in more denial than you already were."

softbrawn

gil’s face twisted into a grimace as he shook his head. ❝ hm, no, that’s exactly how it works, man. Like, if it turns out you’re right, and what you say isn’t… isn’t, then it’s not denial, ‘cause you were right the whole time. ❞ the blond taps his forehead, as if what he had said was the brightest piece of info ever proclaimed. ❝ you’d be just a seer, at the most. ❞

#* ☼ ‘ the sunlight touches him and stays ’ ic.#contradictivs #* ☼ ‘ here comes the sun ’ queue.

springthings

@softbrawn.

" you look ... you look like the sun ... or- or a sunflower. " tall and taller and golden and stretching up, up, up. she stretches her own hands up, fingertips brushing the skin of his arms from where he wiggles his own hands. she thinks they could grow fields of flowers, meadows, with how sunny they are, how sunny they feel. glowing and glowing and warm and happy. " i hope it's day forever, i don't like the night, sometimes. "

softbrawn

@loetise.

with his arms up, hands reaching towards the sky as they lay there, gil sometimes wished he too could grow closer to the sun, ever brighter, ever warmer. he smiles as he hears allie talk, dropping his hand to play with hers. ❝ sunflowers grow towards the sun, d’you know? they’re always facing the sun. and I get it, if I was a flower I think I’d do the same. ❞ the blond nods, relating to her sentiment. ❝ I don’t like the nights either. ❞ some nights in auradon were so cold and dark, still so much like the isle.

#* ☼ ‘ the sunlight touches him and stays ’ ic.#* ☼ ‘ a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight ’ v. desc.#loetise #* ☼ ‘ here comes the sun ’ queue.

hookd

@softbrawn sent: “ how to use charcoal like a MAN ” ( ‘ shit heard at art school pt. 2 ′ )

harry, chin on gil’s shoulder, has been listening to him talk about his art classes, watching as he shows off various pieces. he loves hearing about what he’s been up to, taking the chance to be close and spend as much time as they can together. he laughs at gil’s comment about charcoal, voice teasing as he responds. “are you suggesting that the way i use charcoal isn’t very manly? something you know i care so deeply about?” he is, of course, referencing the dark circles painted around his eyes, something he knows plenty of people aren’t a fan of. he knows gil is, though.

softbrawn

like many of the other isle kids growing up, gil had been far from an overachiever in school. as it turns out, he just needed a better suited area of focus to thrive. and thriving he was. gil often found himself enthusiastic about his classes, nonstop rambling about all the theories and techniques he had learned. he stopped his new rant of art, dropping his head back on harry’s shoulders and laughing softly. ❝ hm, you know I love the way you use charcoal… even when it makes you look like a raccoon… ❞ he mumbles in reply, against the other pirate's neck. the blond rears his head back with a smile on his lips. ❝ a cute raccoon, though. ❞

#* ☼ ‘ the sunlight touches him and stays ’ ic.#* ☼ ‘ a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight ’ v. desc.#hookd #* ☼ ‘ here comes the sun ’ queue.

""""female"""" hairstyles that gil would/does wear on his day to day

#in love !!! with gil wearing little braids little trinkets on his long beautiful blonde hair

pelideswhore

a suffix to their name.

Barbie (2023), dir. Greta Gerwig // Les Misérables, Victor Hugo // Barbie (2023), dir. Greta Gerwig // Achilles Come Down, Gang of Youths // Barbie (2023), dir. Greta Gerwig

#* ☼ ‘ you long to be just honeyed skin and soft curls ’ study.#this is so extremely niche BUT #hear me out #i think this can apply to a lot of vk who are stuck to eithet their parents name od the gang they are part of #they are never just their own person but rather an extention of someone else #and that applies big time to gil who is always the muscle the fist to somebody but never his own #ken just made me phylosofical over gil what even is life anymore