any last words?

sticks and stones could break my bones. but anything you say will only fuel my lungs.

[fgadfanpage]

[Clopin Trouillefou] The King.

[faetthorn-deactivated20260410]

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996) + Romani words (pt 2)

pt 1: http://rail-tail.tumblr.com/post/184093062612/the-hunchback-of-notre-dame-1996-romani-words

[feebi]

(x)

[asthreria]

If there’s one thing the gods love, it’s tragedy. with wings that burn and boys who fall.

mythology excerpts (part i.) | R. (via lxcuna)

[mickeyandcompany]

June 21, 1996 - Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame is released

[neilnevins-deactivated20240617]

Hunchback of Notre Dame pitch meeting

“I’m talking SEXUAL LUST. I’m talking GENOCIDE. I’m talking heavy RELIGIOUS OVERTONES. also there’s gonna be a George Costanza gargoyle for the kiddos”

[doctwelves]

[clopintrouillefou-deactivated20]

[fantasia1940-blog]

It is a tale, a tale of a man, and a monster. - Disney’s “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” (1996)

[pocdisneys]

Don’t interrupt me! You’re very clever to have found our hideaway. Unfortunately, you won’t live to tell the tale.

[sugarscreams]

Randall smiled, the expression slightly manic and more than a little thrilled. He hadn’t actually expected to catch his fingers and the sudden contact was jarring. He gripped them tight for a second before twining his fingers around Clopin’s, easing back into the haughty, arrogant drawl he’d had before as he simulated obscene acts along the lines of his hands.

“You’ve already read the advertisement. It was printed on a window for you once, which, a nightmare that one for the PR fund. Basic shit really, three easy payments and all that jazz only with your soul or something like that.” He grinned, lifted Clopin’s hand to his lips and mimed the action of licking up his fingers before releasing it, his own fingers getting tucked into the pockets of his jeans. “Don’t act like you haven’t decided already, Frenchy.”

[soyouregoingtohang]

He wasn’t so bothered by Randall grabbing hold of his fingers, lacing them, until the other began a suggestive taunt, smirking at him. A jolt shot up his spine, bringing plum into his cheeks, looking flustered. He was never used to being hit on-- or, well, objectified.

Windows. Goddamn he was never going to be allowed to forget the window night, was he? Not that he really wanted to. He just wanted Randall to forget it so he couldn’t embarrass him with it.

“Hey!” He snatched his hand back, nursing it and then dropping it once he realized it hadn’t actually been licked. “Alright, alright, so what if I have? Maybe I’ll return the product for my money back.”

[soyouregoingtohang]

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

[theskeletonkxd-blog]

Barrel burst out laughing at Clopin’s response. “That’d be fucking weird” He said through laughs and he picked a few things off his floor and tossed them on his bed. Still unable to stop snickering, Barrel put on a real pair of pants, instead of his sweatpants and changed out of his t-shirt into a nicer one. 

“If it’s my late birthday party, why am I brining any money along?” He asked, releasing his hair from his ponytail and bending over upside-down to run his fingers through his hair, shaking it out. “Does it look weird down?” Barrel asked, moving to the mirror to examine his hair. “Or should I put it back up?” He tilted his head, not waiting for Clopin’s reply as he pulled his hair back, but willing to take it down if Clopin suggested that. 

Barrel had no idea that he’d insulted Clopin with his words, and that had not been the intent at all. He had simply wanted to have Stitch with them. “Awesome” Barrel grinned to Clopin. “This’ll be great” 

[soyouregoingtohang]

“What, if we were twins? Yeah, probably a little bit.” He could laugh a little bit at his slip of English, because it did sound pretty stupid. He leaned back lazily against the doorframe, trying not to dwell on what he’d taken as being snubbed.

“Because I’m not paying your stripper tips. I’ll buy the drinks and food but if you wanna play with the dancers that’s your prerogative.” He turned back around as Barrel asked his opinion on his hair, tilting his head. “I think it looks nice up. Makes you look distinguished. Not that you don’t look that way anyway.”

He knocked his hands together momentarily. “Yeah, it’ll be cool. We gotta double check that Stitch has a good fake I.D. but other than that we’ll be good. Let’s go get him.”

[theskeletonkxd-blog]

“Asshole broke my wrist, it’s fixed now” Barrel shrugged, holding up his arm. “That’s about it” 

[soyouregoingtohang]

“What? How the hell did that happen?” His brows tensed together in concern, clutching at his own wrist.

[sugarscreams]

“You might also be the darkest thing alongside serial apologizers and mica allergies,” Randall darted forward, making a quick swipe for Clopin’s fingers. “And you don’t have to yet. Free trial and all that fuckery. Though, let’s be fuckin’ honest, we all know the product is up to par.”

[soyouregoingtohang]

Clopin was startled at Randall’s swipe for his fingers, and let’s be honest, his choice of dark things. So he totally got him. “Mica? French to English translation troubles aside, what strings and fine print does this product come with? I didn’t get to read about it.” He pouted. “That’s for me to decide, don’t advertise your passion to me.”

[deceptivedisgrace-blog]

I Won’t Tell If You Don’t

[soyouregoingtohang]

“Sshhh--shhh shhhh-- yes--” he was trying to shush himself but was just being louder in the process. Kovu giggling along didn’t help because it sent him into another fit too, that he was just barely trying to muffle.

He laughed again, batting and completely missing Kovu’s fingers, subject to his petting instead. “I-- I’m trying-- you’re gonna get us caught too--” he was winded and breathless, laughing becoming more of a creak than anything.

He held his breath as he tried to stop laughing, holding it in, and he just ended up hiccuping once or twice instead, laughter coming to a slow, lazy crawl, eyes damp with mirth.

He settled back down, letting Kovu reach over him, propping his head on the wall like it was a pillow. “I’ve been drinkin’ for thirteen years and I haven’t died yet.” The laughter had pulled excess energy from him, letting his voice slur into a lazy, alcoholic puddle.

“Fuck Scar, to be honest. Anyone would rather drink this than drink his bitter ass.” His eyes watched Kovu, half mast, the other’s hands punctuating, painting the picture broadly and vividly. He pat the other’s torso with a hand reassuringly. “You deserve those good things.”

He paused before repeating Kovu again, mind thinking, and lay back again. “We deserve good things,” he murmured, this time almost as if trying to reassure himself, and less confident than before. Damn.

“I deserve alcohol, at least.” He reached for the viniq again, tipping it back.

[deceptivedisgrace-blog]

Kovu blanched a bit, feeling oddly exposed in the position he was in and ducked his head. “Yeah, well,” he began, lifting his gaze again in time to catch the slide of teeth on lips. “Math has never really been my strongest subject. Maybe you should spell it out for me.”

He listened nonetheless, not allowing the banter to distract him. As much as he wanted to deny it the stretch felt good, burning through his thighs and into his shoulders. It was a heady sort of place on the cusp of pain from just being. It felt like a challenge. He let his back arch, trying to keep his shoulders rounded back to hold the integrity of the heat in his chest and was halfway to just doing before his mind caught up with what Clopin said. 

His eyes darted back down, body slouching out of the position “Wait, what the hell. Are you serious?”

[soyouregoingtohang]

He could be a little less smug, a little less entertained by Kovu’s bashfulness, but he wasn’t. Oops. He still watched him, grin spread on his face. “How’s this? You plus me plus the cow pose. An easy word problem for you.”

Clopin wasn’t having quite the same burn Kovu was having-- he’d been practicing yoga for a while now and his muscles were finally loosening up again. He’d hate to go into year twenty-eight as stiff as an eighty year old. 

He paused at Kovu’s sudden outburst, eyes dropping to watch him, sparkling. “Course I’m serious. Keeps your neck muscles firm and relieves tension in your face and chest. You dropped your pose,” he pointed out nonchalantly. “Nobody’s watching us-- loosen up a little Vuvu.”

[soyouregoingtohang]

“Yes, you nerd.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ve been telling you that. You’ve really just only been okay though?”

[theskeletonkxd-blog]

“Ya” Barrel shrugged. “Whatcha mean only ok?” 

[soyouregoingtohang]

"I mean. You didn't mention anything else when I asked how you were. So?"