Posts tagged belle
Posts tagged belle
Ouat and Howl’s Moving Castle.
it’s been decided.
Love is hope. It fuels our dreams.
What I love about this speech is that it shows that, to Belle, love is still a good thing and she still believes in it. Her heart has been broken, but she still knows it could have been wonderful.
Yes, this. Which underscores for me how much of a hero she is. She’s strong enough to believe in love even now.
Meanwhile Rumpelstiltskin, in the same situation, gives the inverse of this speech, love’s-a-disease-it-haunts-our-dreams. They keep contrasting these two. She’s bravery and love and he’s fear and bitterness, still.
“Love is hope. It fuels our dreams.”
“Love makes us sick. Haunts our dreams.”
If they don’t stop talking about love, I really am going to just walk into the ocean.
We’ll still see her on OUAT…and yes, she tweeted me. yay :)
no one decides my fate but me
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Srsly. Snow White, Cinderella:
Shut the hell up.
“That’s not how a deal works,” Mr Gold says. He’s staring at the envelope like he’s starving and it’s a three-course dinner. “You don’t give the item until you get paid. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”
“I’m not my mom,” Henry says, giving the envelope an inviting shake. “You don’t need to tell me anything. But I want to give you these anyway. I just figured I would ask in a way you’d understand.”
Mr Gold reaches out. His hand is shaking when he takes the envelope.
“It’s okay,” Henry says. “Emma’s good at finding people. She’ll find her.”
I do too. It would make me feel so much better about her.
The many misadventures they would have. I’m thinking towels, I’m think of awkward moments, I’m thinking of entering a room at the wrong time. I’m thinking that Belle shrunk his leather pants on…
You know Belle looked. A guy walks around his estate in tight leather pants, you can’t help but look.