Straggle I couldn’t resist….
thestraggletag said I think the part of him that was the Dark One was also attracted to Belle. I think the whole of him was, and that was why it was True Love and could break the curse.
The whole bit with Gaston is DO 101, and he gives the rose to Belle. That’s the Dark One’s way to be romantic: “I gave her a former-fiancé-turned-rose. Bitches love former-fiancés-turned-roses”
This is why I love this fandom to pieces. THIS right here.
I think I have a new favorite gifset
the fuckING PENCIL SHARPENER ONE
BRILLIANT THANK YOU
i also like the idea of vaginas having razors inside of them like pencil sharpeners.
This is textbook example of “owned”.
Art is the Weapon
I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST CRAYONS BUT THEN IT WASN’T
IT’S A WEAPON OF MASS CREATION
I laughed more than I should have. The accurateness of this gif is like 2000%
Renbelle for Lost
Fifty First Dates with Rumple and Belle. ((If you’re into OUAT, I promise you this is one of the funniest parodies of it you’ll ever see.))
Okay, this really brightened my day.
I need this. Has anyone ficc’d this yet?
sending people nice anonymous messages and watching them get really happy about it is my favorite thing to do on this website
Gold had bad pneumonia and Belle takes care of him.
That first morning, when Belle awoke to Rumple tossing in the bed beside her, with sweat drenching his brow, was the worst. She was still so new to this world, and never, even in the Dark Castle, had Belle seen Rumplestiltskin in so much pain. Even when that man, Robin Hood, shot Rumple with one of his own arrows, Rumple had been more shocked than pained.
It was the searing heat that was burning her true love from the inside out that broke Belle’s own shock, and pushed her into action. She might not have known any of the cures in this new world, but Belle had spent years watching the healers at her father’s castle, treating the ogre’s victims.
Slipping out of the bed, she wrapped her beloved tightly in the bed clothes, and then ran across the room, opening the windows. Next, she ran to the kitchen, filling a large bowl with cold water and ice, and grabbing all the towels she could carry.
When she returned to their room, Rumple was just as she had left him, tightly wrapped and still tossing. Though, he did awake when Belle pulled one of the armchairs closer to the bed, placing the bowl and towels on the nightstand.
“Hey,” She whispered, wiping his brow, “How’re you feeling?”
Rumple stared at her, his eyes wide and glazed, “Belle?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” She smiled, dipping the towel in the cold water, and wiping along his face and neck.
He gifted her with a small, blissful smile, his whole face relaxing in that moment, before the fever and the pain overtook, curling towards Belle and the relief she offered.
No, I don’t think we picked a day
Okay, well, what days would work best for you? We will probably just start where we left off last time. And maybe do more than one a week…
At the moment, any day is good except thuesdays and thursdays after 7:15pm est. I’ve got a summer class then.
More than one a week sounds exciting!
Let’s say Wednesday evenings, then. Around 5:30-6pm PST.
Sounds good to me! :D