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[belphegor1982]

@tinydooms​ replied to your post: So are gonna talk about how Lin-Manuel Miranda is such a 90s teen that he sneaks “Truly Madly Deeply” in every other musical/OST he composes or what?

Wait WHAT

From “What Else Can I Do?” (Encanto, 2021):

From “In The Club” (In The Heights, 2008):

(Usnavi you are SUCH A DORK XD)

[oldshrewsburyian]

Walter Scott at 250: so much more than a great historical novelist

Best known for his big historical novels, Scott was also a bestselling poet and a fine short-story writer who brought a vivid portrayal of Scots and Scotland to the world.

Relevant to my Ivanhoe reread (and complicated affection for Sir Walter Scott always): in praise of his big fat novels, his sharp short stories, and the emotional and political complexities of both.

[tarzan-the-ctcrnal-lovcr]

License My Roving Hands

A movie!verse Belle x Adam fic by @tinydooms on ao3.

Rating: Mature  |  Word Count: 3532  |  Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Belle, Adam, and lessons in pleasure.

“What are you reading?”

Belle looked at her book and Adam watched her make up her mind about something. “Erotic poetry by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester.”

...

[naturepointstheway]

tinydooms replied to your post: Idea came into my head last night at like…midnight...

You know, I had the same thought recently. A Christmas Carol lends itself to this ‘verse particularly well.

It really does, doesn’t it? I can imagine Ghost of Future Christmas perhaps showing him as the Beast (including the painful transformation with screams of agony and all because I’m evil as well). Because in the original story, they showed Scrooge only the negative, perhaps this would continue into showing Adam the servants eventually becoming fully inanimate before his own eyes, because he did not learn to love. 

But in terms of Belle, it’s still okay if this AU means he doesn’t turn into a Beast at all, as I’m going with A Name That More Approaches Truth where Maurice mentions having come to Villeneuve to do a commission portrait for the prince. So perhaps that’s how Adam (who in this timeline ends up not a little bitch) meets her in this AU (beyond the story or in some epilogue.) 

[morgaine2005]

The Snow Queen, Rapunzel, and Beauty and the Beast

Keep scrolling, I just answered Beauty and the Beast!

The Snow Queen: Who is your best friend and what would you do for them?

My best friend? I don’t even know anymore. I’m not good at holding onto friendships.

As for what I’d do for them - well, I’m the advice friend, the help you out financially friend, the let’s calm down and look at this logically friend. And if I can physically help you out, I will do it.

Rapunzel: Do you like being outside?

Strangely enough, not really. I live in a part of the world that goes from COLD COLD COLD in the winter to YIKES THAT’S HOT in the summer with not a lot of time spent in between. But take me to the beach and I’m much happier about being outside.

[batbobsession]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Okay, y’all need to read this, because it’s sweet and adorable and has Cadenza and Chapeau collaborating together (which is something I’ve wanted since listening to Days in the Sun).

It’s a scene that’s a part of this story here, but was never put into it...I dunno, I kind of like it on its own.  Little Julia’s definitely one of the cutest OCs I’ve ever laid eyes on, and her story’s quite adorable.  

So go read them both.

[belphegor1982]

Rick and Jonathan, fishing OR Rick and Evie, hospital

I almost went for the second one because I had a devastating idea (something set in 1976, and the year is relevant because of these drawings I made a while ago) but then the first prompt gave me a mental picture and I just had to do something with it :D The format is a little unusual, dialogue-only, but I hope you like anyway.

Gone Fishing

“I must say, old boy, this is not exactly how I saw this afternoon going.”

“And whose fault is that? We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t—”

“Hold on there, partner, I refuse to shoulder the entirety of the blame here. You were the one who kept insisting she should lie down.”

“But – but you called her a beached whale!”

“She’s my sister! We’re legally allowed to be horrible to each other! Besides, she knows I didn’t mean a word of—”

“Yeah, well, look at the result! God, I can’t believe you got me banished from my own home – by my own wife – hey, I think yours is biting.”

“Fat chance of that. I didn’t put anything on the hook.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot—”

“I didn’t forget anything. I’d rather not touch anything that slimy and wriggly if I can help it. Earthworms belong in the earth. It’s in the name description and everything.”

“Jonathan!”

“What? Just because my very pregnant sister got sick of us both and sent us away to ‘catch tonight’s meal’ doesn’t mean I have to bow down to her every wish – which, by the way, is your job – and get my fingers acquainted with disgusting members of the animal kingdom. Eurgh.”

[sighs] “At this rate we’ll still be there next week.”

“That’s being optimistic. I don’t know about you, but I’m a lousy fisherman.”

“No kidding. I’d never have guessed.”

“Hah bloody hah, O’Connell.”

“Look, what I’m saying is that all we need to do is catch something, apologise to Evy, and we both get to go home – you back to London and me back to my – again – very pregnant wife.” [beat] “Hey, uh… Eight months is pretty far along, right?”

“I’ll say. Poor Evy looks fit to burst these days. Why?”

“You don’t think there’s a risk she might…? You know, if the baby decides it’s time to…?”

“…”

“…”

“…Sod this, let’s drive to Walton-on-Thames. We’re halfway there anyway. Someone might be able to sell us a fresh shad or something.”

“Okay. Good call. As long as we’re both off the hook when we get back.”

“Indeed. Oh, er, speaking of hooks, I do believe you’ve got something at the end of yours.”

“Well, how about that? Okay, let me just… reel it in…”

“Careful there, Rick, you don’t want to—”

“I know what I’m doing, all right? Don’t—”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…Walton-on-Thames, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, let’s go get a fish. And not a word to Evy.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

______________________

Doooorks

So, in case it was unclear, Rick got a little too overprotective with pregnant Evy (because he’s worried, poor man), and then Jonathan popped in with a truly spectacular show of bad timing, and Evy just got Enough. Don’t worry, though, Alex will be born at full-term, and not while his father and uncle are cheating at fishing :D

[belphegor1982]

Jonathan and Alex, "seaside" :-)

Beside the Side of the Silvery Sea

 Brighton, July 1933

There was something about the proximity of the sea, Jonathan decided, that turned even perfectly well-behaved children into tightly-wound human springs. Or jumping beans. Even Evy hadn’t been immune when they were kids. Naturally Alex, who had inherited her giant heart and passion for learning but also had an occasional mischievous streak a mile wide, was so excited he could hardly sit still on his seat.

“I can see the sea, Uncle Jon!”

“Oh can you?”

“Sure, it’s just behind that hill!”

Unlike his nephew Jonathan knew perfectly well that the English Channel did not, in fact, lie just behind the hill Alex was pointing at. Nevertheless he nodded with the acquired wisdom of the seasoned uncle who had learned by now some humouring was sometimes better than arguing. Especially when at the wheel of a car.

At least looking for glimpses of blue in the distance kept Alex from counting the minutes till they arrived. At six years old, the boy was quick and bright, though easily bored – but, fortunately, equally easily distracted. He absorbed knowledge like a sponge and was always eager to share it. Knowing this, all Jonathan had to do to avoid the dreaded “Are we there yet” was to ask a random question to get an enthusiastic conversation going.

The drive down the Old Steine – particularly once the sea did finally come into view – had Alex stare straight ahead with shining eyes.

“When we’re there,” he chirped while Jonathan looked for a place to park his car, “I’m gonna show you what I can do with the sand. Last time Mum and Dad took me to the beach I made the Pyramids of Giza and even the Sphinx! Well, Mum had to help me ‘cause I didn’t remember which one was in the middle – I thought it was the biggest pyramid but it’s actually the middle one, er, Khephren’s. Anyway, now I know how to do it right!”

“Sounds great, partner,” said Jonathan somewhat distractedly as he manoeuvred the car into a fitting spot. “But you might rethink your plans. No sandcastles for you today, I’m afraid.”

Alex wrinkled his nose.

“Why’s that?”

The answer came all too soon when uncle and nephew set foot on Brighton Beach. Alex’s jaw dropped open.

“But… But…”

His flabbergasted stare quickly became an open-mouthed look of horror.

“It’s all rocks!”

(Read the rest on AO3!)