Streets Of Gold

Ooooooh! Who is it? Whooooo is it?

And, trust me, Tammy. This is my business; I will make it my business, whether you ask me or not.

Now, spill!!

It was just dinner, pizza, beer, not exactly your black tie event, soldier.

Oh, you stupid, stupid woman, it doesn’t matter if it was formal or not, you were on a date!!

Who. Is. The. Man?

Men, actually

Men?

PLURAL?

Girl! Spill the beans, I want to know ALL about this!

Are you familiar with someone called Rider?

Aaahhhmmm…..

Rider, Rider, Rider…

I know a Flynn Rider, met him once or twice. Him who you’e talkin’ about?

Yeah, that’s the one.

Oh my god.

You and that prick??

Well, compared to some of the slobbering, depraved baboons that crossed my path at Gaston’s, I’d say he’s almost an improvement. Almost.

Maybe you just need to look somewhere else to find better men.

Anyone up for some drinks?

To be honest, I never realy gave her the chance. Anyways, I don’t think I’ve seen Ven… And have I met Oliver? I don’t think I have…

Ooooh, her? I’m going to totally ignore the fact that you said this person was a kid just so I can lord it over you

Anyway, I haven’t taken you to meet Oliver yet? Huh. Well, you’ll probably meet him soon enough, anyway.

So, what did you and the little missy talk about while she was your conscience?

We really didn’t talk about much… she just said that should I feel guilty about something then I had to have done something wrong…

Do you think she knew about the money?

pegasus-loves-thefew

Yeah… I’m not sure if I want puppies. I doubt Dean wants puppies either. What’s your name?

Get a fixed female dog, then. It won’t care one way or another, and it can’t get pregnant.

Or get that horny dog of yours fixed. Either way would work, really.

I’m Rita, Rita Fagin. And you?

pegasus-loves-thefew

Oh. Yeah, that’s actually a good idea. That way they could do whatever and not have little puppies running everywhere. That would be hectic.

My name is Pegasus. Just Pegasua.

Pfft, hectic? It'd be adorable!

Pegasus, huh? Odd name. Like that horse from European mythology?

pegasus-loves-thefew

Yeah… I’m not sure if I want puppies. I doubt Dean wants puppies either. What’s your name?

Get a fixed female dog, then. It won't care one way or another, and it can't get pregnant.

Or get that horny dog of yours fixed. Either way would work, really.

I'm Rita, Rita Fagin. And you?

Ooooooh! Who is it? Whooooo is it?

And, trust me, Tammy. This is my business; I will make it my business, whether you ask me or not.

Now, spill!!

It was just dinner, pizza, beer, not exactly your black tie event, soldier.

Oh, you stupid, stupid woman, it doesn’t matter if it was formal or not, you were on a date!!

Who. Is. The. Man?

Men, actually

Men?

PLURAL?

Girl! Spill the beans, I want to know ALL about this!

Are you familiar with someone called Rider?

Aaahhhmmm…..

Rider, Rider, Rider…

I know a Flynn Rider, met him once or twice. Him who you’e talkin’ about?

Yeah, that’s the one.

Oh my god.

You and that prick??

Anyone up for some drinks?

Life’s been good. Just chilling whenever i’m not at work or rushing my brother to the hospital. I somehow managed to get a kid to try to be my conscience, but whatever. How about you? Gang doing alright?

A kid tried to be your conscience? How’d that work out for—well, for the both of you?

I’ve been pretty good. A lot of people seem to have gone missing, though.. Oliver disappeared, and my little Ven is nowhere to be found. Seen either of them around?

To be honest, I never realy gave her the chance. Anyways, I don’t think I’ve seen Ven… And have I met Oliver? I don’t think I have…

Ooooh, her? I'm going to totally ignore the fact that you said this person was a kid just so I can lord it over you

Anyway, I haven't taken you to meet Oliver yet? Huh. Well, you'll probably meet him soon enough, anyway.

So, what did you and the little missy talk about while she was your conscience?

The Bells || Rita & Quasimodo

sing-the-bells

take-the-town:

Rita threw her arms around Quasi an dressed her warm lips to his smooth, unscarred cheek in her joy. Thank god, she thought! She could take him away from this horrid man!

And get some sleep, too. But that was beside the point.

But, she thought to herself as she looked around at the pale light of the full moon filled room, she would also be taking him from all this wonder—she’d be taking him from all his bells, from his view of the city sprawled below, ripping him from his friends in the church and all he knew. For the first time since the moments ago when she had so brazenly stood up for her new friend, she felt regret, felt doubt.

How could she do this? She hand’t even once asked him if he had wanted to go… She just assumed—no, she’d actually demanded—that he’d go with her, never once taking his fears or phobias or een his comfort zones into consideration.

God, she was a heartless—and brainless—bitch.

Pulling back from the tight embrace, she looked at him with brows furrowed deeply over her eyes, a frown on her face. “Wait,” se said, shaking her head. “Are you absolutely sure? Sure you don’t feel pressured to do this, that you really want to go? I don’t want to take you away from anything you love, like the church, or the bells, or the privacy, or… Well, anything.” She gave him a very serious look, her chocolatey eyes boring into his. “Are you sure?”

Quasi pulled his eyes away from Rita and cast them over the walls of the belltower. With a sad smile, he ran is hand over a nearby pillar, pausing when his fingers brushed a notch in the stone. Dozens of similar marks had been carved above and below it, with Quasimodo’s name placed next to each one. The letters slowly changed from a child’s scrawl to an adult’s praticed script the higher the notches went, with the last mark just over the boy’s head. It was a growth chart, twenty notches for twenty years. Turning back towards Rita, Quasi smiled again, but this time, it was genuine, reaching his eyes and making them sparkle.

“Rita, I’ve been up here my whole life, watching the streets below and dreaming, hoping that I might have a chance to be a part of it, even for just one day. I know I’ll never belong down there, not like you do, but I can’t stay cooped up in here forever either.”

The rush of happiness in his heart seemed to propell Quasimodo’s words forward, making them flow easily and keeping his stutter at bay. Awash with newfound confidence, he reached for Rita, his large hand all but swallowing her tiny fingers. He pulled her back towards the tower door. A cool breeze blew from inside, becoking the pair forward.

“I promise I’m not going to leave for good, I c-can’t. It’s my home, but there’s nothing wrong with leaving to visit a friend.”

#man #Rita needs to get in shape #also sorry this took so long I have no excuse glhfwihwatg

Rita’s heart lifted effortlessly when she saw the smile on Quasi’s face, true and sincere. She listened to his words, growing in their assuredness and confidence, a smile growing on her own face, her eyes tearing up a bit—not enough that she wouldn’t be able to deny it later, mind you, but nevertheless tearing up with joy.

Rita gave a little undignified “oomf!” when she was somewhat whisked toward the tower door, her hands dwarfed inside Quasi’s. It was only about one in the morning by now, if the stars and moon were any indication, so the church was chilled and still, as if mourning the loss of its keeper.

Before the two entered the staircase, she stopped them and withdrew her hands from Quasi’s long enough to give him a hard, tight hug and whisper, “Quasi, no matter what you may think now, you do belong down there, every bit as much as I do and every bit as much as Venellope and—hell, every bit as much as everyone else does. Don’t ever doubt that.” Then, withdrawing from the hug, she gave a somewhat crazed grin. “Now, what are we waiting for? There’s a whole town down there, just waiting for us to go and wreck it!” With an insane laugh, she grasped his hands again and practically flew down the stairs.

Okay, well, she flew down the first forty or so.

Anyone up for some drinks?

Huh. You know what? You’re right.

Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve heard of anyone really leaving this town for.. well, anything. Weird.

So, other than worrying about your accident prone brother, what’s up, doll? How’s life been?

A kid tried to be your conscience? How'd that work out for--well, for the both of you?

I've been pretty good. A lot of people seem to have gone missing, though.. Oliver disappeared, and my little Ven is nowhere to be found. Seen either of them around?

#derp reply sorry

Violate My Privacy.

1. Did you wake up cranky?

2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?

3. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?

4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?

5. Can you commit to one person?

6. How do you look right now?

7. What exactly are you wearing right now?

8. How often do you listen to music?

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2014?

11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?

12. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

13. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

14. Can you drive a stick shift?

15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?

16. Are you going out of town soon?

17. When was the last time you cried?

18. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

19. If you could change your eye color, would you?

20. Name something you have to do tomorrow?

21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.

22. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?

23. Are you nice to everyone?

24. What are you sitting on right now?

25. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?

28. Do you get a lot of colds?

29. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?

30. Does anyone hate you?

31. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

32. Do you like watching scary movies?

33. Are you a jealous person?

34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?

35. Did you have a dream last night?

36. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

40. Did you have a good day yesterday?

41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?

42. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

43. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

44. What’s the best part about school?

45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?

46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?

47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

48. Were you single over the last summer?

49. What are you supposed to be doing right now?

50. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?

SO BORED SEND ME NUMBERS AND I WILL LOVE U FOREVER OK

Anyone up for some drinks?

But, in reality, it’s not like you can be there for him 24/7. Don’t beat yourself up on it, eh?

did he have to go to the hospital out of town or was he stable enough to stay here?

He stayed here in town. Though… I don’t think I’ve heard of many people going to the hospital out of town… Eh, whatever…

Huh. You know what? You're right.

Come to think of it, I don't think I've heard of anyone really leaving this town for.. well, anything. Weird.

So, other than worrying about your accident prone brother, what's up, doll? How's life been?

Anyone up for some drinks?

Oh, goodness. What happened? Shoot a nail through his foot? Break his back trying to clean up the bar?