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another meme i won’t finish: [2/?] movies → beauty and the beast (2017) 

If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fall, the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

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hello to the ones still around. does anyone still plans to continue logging in / answering to threads? do you guys have anything planned?

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bachelorettenumberthree:

Fiona wouldn’t wish the day she had been having on anyone - or year for that matter. Nearly fresh back on the market after almost fifteen years, still dealing with the aftershock waves of her divorce, she was in the midst of getting her feet back on the ground with her planning business. Her business still had ties to James’ family, and she was working diligently with her lawyer to sort through the logistics. It was exhausting, and as long as she was still in touch with anyone pertaining to him, James felt it within his heart or whatever, to continue to essentially harass Fiona for leaving.

Today was one of those days - phone call after phone call. Some for weddings, two with her lawyer, one with her mother, and one from James and seven text messages. She felt as though she was about to lose it, though that morning she found a cat, a little white cat with black spots and the prettiest eyes she had ever seen. He was a sweet cat, and ran right to Fiona when she left her flat for the morning. She tried to leave, but the cat followed her down the stairs. She couldn’t help but wonder if it belonged to someone, because it seemed well groomed, and she didn’t want to lead it out on the streets. She waited a moment, walked back up to her flat - the cat in tow, and after a few moments and another phone call, knew she had to go. So, she quickly let the cat into her place, hoping Kitty wouldn’t mind too much, and after she saw a civil interaction, quickly left for a meeting with her client, knowing she’d be back soon enough.

After about two hours, she returned to a flat that had yet to be burned down, and two cats seated on the opposite ends of her couch, just staring at each other. She had finally settled down on the couch, petting the mysterious new friend of hers, and was about to feed the two of them when she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door to see a young brunette standing in front of her. She recognized her from the hall, or, thought she did, anyway. Fiona had been so busy she wasn’t even sure she’d recognize her own mother if she showed up, though. But when she heard her speak of the cat, she was relieved. “Actually, yeah, I do, I think.. I kind of stole him. Well, I didn’t steal him. I just found him out in the hallway earlier and he wouldn’t leave me. and I had to leave for a meeting, so I just kind of let him in and hoped for the best. I’ve got a cat, so I’m familiar with me. But, I’m glad to know he’s got an owner. Would you like to come in and get him?” She probably sounded crazy in that moment, and on top of it just invited a stranger into her apartment because of a cat. Then again, she was her neighbor, and she was sure she hadn’t heard anything out of the ordinary out of her before, so no harm.

so, okay, belle is a person who sees the good on others, but that does not mean the exact thing she was expecting was to get a door shut on her nose but instead she gets a gorgeous auburn haired woman sympathizing and inviting her in. well, belle didn't even know this neighbor was a female – not that this excepted her from being a maniac homicidal! -- yet, any possible thoughts of walking away are thrown off the window when she hears a meowl, which did not only mean the woman was a truthful person, but that the cat was just the familiar brat the brunette was looking for.

“um, i hope you don’t mind me…” she says, but is already going in for the opening offered. the neighbor’s flat is very much like her own (if you ignore the likeness only a place barbara and her boyfriend had put their hands on would have) except by the felines in the couch, including that same one who brought belle here. “i would say i can’t believe it, but it’d be a lie,” which is exactly why there was barely a reaction at the declaration of a cat theft by the red haired stranger. 

with lips pursed, the beaumont goes to the animal, its green eyes following her and saying something along the lines of oh, so you found me? “you naughty cat,” belle can’t help the scold, picking up the nameless cat. “i’m sorry for this,” the brunette turns to the apartment’s owner then, the awkwardness not by one bit decreasing -- she doesn't know many books with meetings as such. “i suppose he likes the company,” belle pauses, and glances at the lazy beauty on the couch. “oh...oh, no. has he done anything he shouldn’t…?” if the cat was a female, it’s better to check before freaking out even more.

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🍰 ☕ 🚿 💐 🔋

all the little things meme: closed!

🍰 - Do they eat healthy or do they like junk food?

is there a in between? if there is, that’s where belle’s diet is: she loves fast food, but also loves home made meals, and snacks in all ways they come: natural or junk. lately she’s been trying to stick with more healthy options, eating more greens and grilled stuff, less sugary treats, along with drinking less alcohol and sodas but it’s a daily struggle.

☕ - Tea or Coffee?  How do they take theirs?

she is totally a tea gal, the kind who will even go as far as dissing coffee, as she simply hates its smell or taste. belle likes herbal teas the most, but she also takes many cups of caffeinated tea because she must stand through the day: she prefers her tea with honey or/and milk, but will also have it plain. honestly she’s just a sucker for tea tbh.

🚿 - Do they like hot or cold showers?

first of all, she’s not even a big fan of showers (she loooves baths) but it’s likely she will have cold showers more than hot ones so it helps her wake up in the mornings, or she will find a middle ground.

💐 - Favorite type of flower

she’s babbled about it here, but she loves roses.

🔋 - What makes them feel better after a long day?

a long ass bubble bath – belle is just whipped for long warm baths, and she can spend over an hour just lying there, reading, singing, going online….if possible, with some fancy bubble baths and another extra (or is it essential?) is a nice meal (after the weird standards mentioned in question one) after it.

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tybalt was never a baby, but, unfortunately, he had grown to be the exact opposite of that. over ten years old now, he’s slowly succumbing to age as all other animals do, causing his mum owner to take extra care of the large little thing -- he was far too precious for her to worry about some money she’d waste and be deemed unnecessary later. plus, it never hurt to coddle and spoil your baby from time to time.

the cat surely likes it, purring as he takes one of his naps in his little bag-carrier. he does not awake once the slight bouncing from the walking down the street stops, nor when his name is called by the woman in the desk -- it never failed to amuse and inspire belle the way jane was so caring to animals, and it is obvious by the smile in the french’s full lips. “yes. bonjour, jane. he’d say good morning too, but he’s still in who knows timezone,” the brunette shakes her head, and rolls her eyes slightly to her own bad joke before putting the carrier in the counter.

once it is opened, it seems tybalt realizes he’s been moved from his bed, yet makes no move in explore the place -- which was one of the reasons for her to come here, and so she should add to her list, belle tells herself. “do you not have classes today?” she questions, raising her eyebrows slightly at the other. “staying here outside counts as your internship hours, or your father got it all handled in there?” what would seem like a joke to others, it’s an actual question from someone who understands it so well what is like to have a rather off brilliant dad.

jane and belle

jane sat parked behind the front desk of porter veterinary clinic, coffee cup to her left and computer mouse to her right. it was a crisp september morning, around nine-thirty am. the receptionist had called in at around five to tell archimedes that her son had come down with “the flu” and that in amidst all the vomit, she would not be able to make it into work for six. so, jane was pulling double-duty. it had been a fairly slow morning so far–two walk ins and one scheduled nail trim for a rather unruly dachshund named chummy–so jane had been studying her notes while slowly drinking her coffee. 

her study session was, however, interrupted by the famililar ding of the door opening. jane shut her book and looked up with a smile, ready to greet the next patient, and was pleasantly surprised to see belle walk in with her cat, tybalt. 

“good morning belle, tybalt. just in for a checkup today?” she asked, briefly looking away to type belle’s name into the computer before returning her gaze to the woman and her spotted companion.

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pasvnebete:

that known handwriting—that’s what his eyes end up focusing distractedly, observing as she fills the small papers, the way she writes his name, the same way as he’s seen her doing so several times before. he had always liked to see her writing, it was a distracting yet amusing sight, the way her eyes focus on the task, or how a lock of her hair would, sometimes, fall on the side of her face. many were the times this happened before they dated and he always felt the urge to touch her, to pull that lock away and brush his fingertips on the side of her face, tracing it. and many were the times he had actually done it when they were together, when she was sleeping in his arms, too deep in sleep whenever he suddenly woke in the middle of the night. those are just some of the memories that fill his mind just by the single sight of her. it’s weirdly uncomfortable how this still affects him—though he is not surprised by his own reactions.

her tone, though, brings him back to reality, to present, in which they are no longer together or are each other’s business. harsh, he notices, lips pressing together into a thin line to control any comment that could follow. he didn’t expect her to mope, not in a library, not ever—he’s barely seen her actually sad in all the time they’ve been together. mad, yes, but sad? no. just once, perhaps, in paris… but in general, she was… and still may be strong. probably much stronger than he is. the thought of that makes his heart feel even smaller in his chest, tight as there is a hand squeezing it hard. “of course not. you never mope.” adam comments with a small, sad smile. “i see…” he remembers her father all too well, of course. how he had invited him in when they were barely friends, taking him in under their roof for a family holiday—one he never thought he would ever have again. he knows how attached she is with the old man, so doesn’t feel impressed at all at the thought that she is still in avenir because of him, to take care of him.

adam’s eyebrow raise in slight confusion when she brings in his father, only to realize what she is saying. “i suppose he’s been as busy as before. he isn’t the one behind this branch. that’s me.” the words come slightly monotonous, as if he is just stating facts. he would’ve never guessed she would think it was his father who’s been here—though he can’t say she is wrong in thinking so. adam had just started stepping his game with the building in avenir, and never got into the business involving any of the other hotels, besides paris. at the question, then, he shrugs slowly. “it is slightly less fancy than the other ones,” as much as he tells the truth, anyone who stepped into the hallways of the place would beg to differ—but that would really be because they’ve never seen his father’s building, for sure, “to fit in the city. not going to bore you with details about it. but i came because… well, it was on the plans to have one here a long time ago.” not a lie, once again. he remembers the projects his father did in honor to irene, who wanted them to have a branch in her hometown, how good it could be, to be able to employ people in a small city and, yet, give outsiders a good place to stay if any of them wanted to plan an event—much of the thibault specialty along those years. adam doesn’t share any of this now, though, feeling his tongue dry and incapable of forming words. “so… you haven’t been there before.”

perhaps it’s not with meaning, but as simple as his words are, they still hit her hard. you never mope sounds awfully lot as a call out for the tear-less break up, for how she didn’t try reaching out for the following months -- they’re all text book steps to a healthy break up, she would think, but in adam’s eyes? she knows how it must have seemed like: like she didn’t care for him, when behind closed doors, she had preferred found ways to overwhelm herself rather than drowning in tears. maybe i am numb, she tells herself, contradictorily swallowing a set of tears and sentences that would only stir things in a way they shouldn’t.

he has always frowned whenever his father was brought up in the conversation, but his surprise receives an ulterior reason when he speaks up, and it fuels her own shock. sure, he had shared his architecture tastes and ambitions, and his major was related to the family’s hotelier business, but she had never expected him to actually follow through -- and right here? in her city? belle is sure her widen eyes hide nothing of what she feels, but she doesn’t feel like she could be blamed; how many days she had actually walked the other way, afraid mr. thibault might be out there just waiting to give her a i told you so look?

“less fancy. right, like i’d believe you,” comes out with a nervous laugh, and she’s definitely red in the face for spending so long with no decent words to say. the brunette purses her lips slightly, putting down the pen with slight clamp hands and bringing them to her skirt’s pockets instead. “of course. it was foolish of me not to think of her.” and it truly was, it’s not just out of her inborn kindness; how many times has he spoken of his mother to her? how many times has he been with belle here and found memories in every corner? the brunette brings out her hand to hover over his, and it’s almost automatic for her to brush her thumb over the back of his hand gently.

it takes her seconds to notice it’s not an ideal move in her part, and she pulls apart, clearing her throat and picking up the stack of books to move them to a cart. “i’m a busy person, you know,” belle states, as if to excuse her not showing up on his hotel. “today is my realization, although you most likely haven’t noticed.” now this is supposed to sound as a slight scold, obviously as a little teasing. “actually, even my children are here,” the brunette nods towards a pair of children with a man, and, as always, belle can’t help but to smile widely at the sight of one of her students and his little sister (a future student, hopefully!). “can you believe i’ve always knew their father? it’s so odd to me to see people from here as functioning adults,” she confides as if adam was just an old friend, unaware of how she may sound and how he is able to do a lot but to be her friend.

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                        BODY / APPEARANCE TAG.

BODY.

long legs. short legs. average legs. slender thighs. thick thighs. muscular thighs. skinny arms. soft arms. muscular arms. toned stomach. flat stomach. flabby stomach. soft stomach. six-pack. beer belly. lean frame. slender frame. beefy/muscular frame. voluptuous frame. petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). lanky frame. short nails. long nails.manicured nails. dirty nails. flat ass. toned ass. bubble butt. thick ass. small waist.average waist. thick waist. narrow hips. average hips. wide hips. big feet. average feet.small feet. soft feet. slender feet. calloused feet. calloused hands. soft hands. big hands. yaoi hands.average hands. small hands. long fingers. short fingers. average fingers. broad shoulder. average shoulder. narrow shoulder. underweight. average weight. overweight.

HEIGHT.

shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

pale. fair. rosy. olive. dark. tanned. blotchy. smooth. acne. dry. greasy. freckled. scarred.

EYES.

small. large. average. grey. brown. blue. black. red. green. gold. hazel. doe-eyed. almond. close-set. wide-set. squinty. monolid. heavy eyelids. upturned. down-turned.

HAIR.

thin. thick. fine. normal. greasy. smooth. dry. soft. shiny. curly. frizzy. wild. unruly. straight.wavy. floppy. cropped. pixie-cut. short. shoulder length. back length. waist length. floor length. buzz cut. bald. jaw length. mohawk. white. platinum blonde. golden blonde. dirty blonde. ombre. light brown. mouse brown. chestnut brown. golden brown. chocolate brown. dark brown. jet black. ginger. auburn. dyed red. dyed any “unnatural color”. thin eyebrows. average eyebrows. thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

full sleeve. thigh tattoo. shin tattoo. wrist tattoo. hand/finger tattoo. foot tattoo. neck tattoo. face tattoo. chest tattoo. one tattoo. a few here and there. multiple. no tattoos. monroe piercing. nose piercing. septum. nipple piercing(s). genital piercing(s). industrial piercings. earlobe piercing. prince albert piercing. eyebrow piercing(s). tongue piercing(s). lip piercing(s). tragus piercing. angel bites. labret. stretches out ears. navel piercing. inverse navel piercing. cheek piercing(s). smiley. nape piercing(s). helix piercing. no piercings.

COSMETICS.

eyeliner. light eyeliner. heavy eyeliner. cat eyes. mascara. fake eyelashes. matte lipstick.regular lipstick. lipgloss. lip balm. red lips. pink lips. dark lips. bronzer. highlighter.eyeshadow. neutral eyeshadow. smoky eyes. colorful eyeshadow. blush. lipliner. light contouring. heavy contouring. powder. matte foundation. dewy foundation. concealer.wears make up regularly. wears it from time to time. never wears make-up.

SCENT.

floral. fruity. perfumes. aftershave. cocoa. moisturizer. natural soap. shampoo. cigarettes. leather. sweat. food. incense. marijuana. cologne. whiskey. wine. fried food. blood. fire.metal. rain. grass. ocean. autumn leaves. baked bread. freshly baked cookies. smoke. campfire. lavender. trees. pumpkin pie. musk. rose. gingerbread. oak. honey. lemon. vanilla. coffee cake. mint. raw hyde.

CLOTHES.

jeans. tight pants. overknee socks. tights. leggings. yoga pants. pencil skirt. tight skirt.loose skirt. ballerina skirt.  long skirt. miniskirt. tight/formfitting dress. maxidress. sun dress. cocktail dress. high slit dress/skirt. cardigans. blouse. t-shirt. button up shirt.band-t-shirt. sports-t-shirt. cut off t-shirt. tanktop. designer. high street. online stores.thrift.loose clothing. tight clothing. tie. suit. tuxedo. sweater vest. sweater. hoodie.harem pants. sweatpants. hot pants. jean shorts. khaki pants. basketball shorts. boxers. boxer-briefs. briefs. thong. lingerie. hipster panties. bra. sports bra. crop top. corset. leotard.polka dot. stripes. glitter. silk. lace. leather. velvet. chemise. patterns. florals. neon colors.pastels. plaid. black. dark colors. fur. faux fur.

SHOES.

sneakers. slip-ons. flats. slippers. sandals. high heels. kitten heels. ankle boots. combat boots. boots. cowboy boots. knee-high. platforms. stripper heels. bare feet. loafers.

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svlly-doll:

“Oh, thank you,” Sally offered the stranger a grateful smile, careful of the shards of glass in her hands. She places the broken shards within the vicinity of the broom, picking for the smaller pieces. “It’s alright-this happens quite often honestly. I’m terribly clumsy.” Terribly clumsy was an understatement and it doesn’t take very long for people to figure that out, “You’re not hurt though right?” Her gaze instantly snaps back the other girl, eyes roving and doing a quick assessment, nurse instincts kicking in. There seems to be no major injuries that she can tell, but in the very case the other woman is hurt, she has a first aid kit in the back and a giant room filled with plants with medicinal properties. The mess practically tidies itself up with the two of them working together and Sally is thankful that nothing too disastrous happened other than a singular pot breaking.

she has done this a thousand times and one, and while it does seem like it for a while, it only takes one particularly sharp shard for belle to wince as she feels the small open cut. "merde," the brunette curses under her breath, but purses her lips and only lifts the finger injured so it wouldn't get in the way as she finished picking up the shovel and gathered all the pieces -- all the ones she was able to see, at least. "i'm alright," belle promises, a smile up in her lips automatically once they had discarded the pot in the trash. “this happens quite often," she repeats the red haired's words with amusement, but still keeps the slight bloody finger up. "you have lovely gladiolas. are they alright to keep in here, because of the weather?" she motions at the now pot-less foreign flowers, and the motion unconsciously brings a small grimace to her face. "actually, would you mind if i used your bathroom?" by some odd turn of events, she was out of antiseptic -- water would do just fine by now. 

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“I also need—no, no, no. Actually, yes.”

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Even More Unusual Asks

😬- If you bit someone, would it hurt? 🏨- Name a time you were badly injured. What happened and what caused it? 🏆- Do you consider yourself competitive at all? What will you do to win a game/fight? 🥘- Are you good at cooking? What is the best dish you have made. Alternatively, how bad are you at cooking? What’s the worst dish you’ve made? 🌴- Do you like going on vacation? Or does your boss force you to take a break? 🐚- When treasure hunting, what do you look for? Stuff that sparkles and shines or dusty ancient relics? 👓- How good is your eyesight? Do you ever need glasses for anything? 👛- What are the contents of your purse/bag/pockets? 👘- Describe your formal attire. What would you wear to a wedding, fancy dance/date/dinner, funeral, or similar formal events? 🐩- What dog breed bests suits you? 🐆- What cat breed best suits you? 🐻- What wild animal best suits you? 🎀- Do you like cute things at all? What is the cutest thing you have or have met? 🎉- What is a typical birthday celebration like for you? How do you go about celebrating other people’s birthdays? 🗝- What is looped around your key ring? 🛁- What do you do to treat yourself? 💉- Do you dislike shots and injections? 🌅- Are there any scenic locations you would like to live out your retirement in? 🍸- Do you need to relax right now? What do you do when you take the day off? 🏰- If you owned a castle, what would you make it look like? 🚏- How good are you with directions? Do you get lost easily? ⚽️- What games did you play with other kids when you were younger? 🍱- Are you hungry right now? Are you craving anything to eat?

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Favourite Disney Songs ➜ Belle

With a dreamy, far-off look And her nose stuck in a book What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle

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she was late. belle hated being late, you see -- she hadn't planned to spend the night over color paints and markers as she fixed some banner for her kids, and she surely didn't plan to wake up an hour after her usual five and something in the morning with a dash of paint in her cheek. today may be a day off, but it didn't mean she was free to do whatever or to sleep herself numb, so it was in a rush she fixed herself up, applying her lip balm without even as much of a glance to the blue still in her face. 

her mind screams at her as she makes her way to the familiar cafe, and when she gets to the door, her stomach joins in loud grumbles. fortunately, they are all muffled when arms are thrown around the french, and the shock barely lasts a second before the other is hugged right back. "did something bite you, sweets?" belle questions warmly, and the beating in her chest seems to fix itself into a quieter rhythm at eve's familiar vision and scent. "am i terribly late? i stole some of papa's paints and worked into oblivion and up to like...2 am? god, i'm a mess, aren't i?" she furrows her eyebrows as she speaks, but a laugh is not helped -- it was always easy to end up like this when her friend was around.

“you know, we are on the way, officer,” the older female’s hand lies on her friend’s hip to guide them to their usual booth, and even its warmth are comforting for the beaumont. so were the many options ahead of her, which were enough to make her lips part a little. “a feast,” she comments, as if surprised and impressed. “are you congratulating yourself for something now? do tell.”

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it was like no time had passed at all, and yet all the time world somehow had. belle looked the same as she remembered, she always did, but she looked different too, very subtly more grown in a way eve couldn’t really place if someone asked her too. it was something that just seemed to be proof that time had passed, and now, like all the times before when they’d been apart…they were meeting up again and doing their best to overcome lost time. eve couldn’t wait to see her every time that she got to, couldn’t wait to catch up and hear how she was doing, all the things she’d been up to, all the things she planned on getting up to in the near future. she juggled two mugs of hot chocolate at the moment and shimmied her way through the inside of the cafe to get through the typical morning crowd, simply so eve could reach the table where she and belle always claimed for themselves. it was like when people saw one of them here, they knew they’d see the other, and they knew to not touch that table. eve’s knuckles on her left hand were already wrapped, she didn’t want to make that worse if someone got to the table before she did. 

luckily, it was empty and illuminated in early morning light, so that meant the leather of the benches were already warm. where the air was still cool outside, the thought of that warmth and that of the hot chocolate in her hands that seeped through her skin, was very welcoming. she had ordered a small variety of teas too, but the woman at the counter told it would take a short while and be brought to them. she loved trying out all of the seasonal teas, from lavenders to jasmines, to chocolate….which was weird but a must-try? setting the mugs on the table carefully she slipped the small paper bag from her wrist to the table too, a few wrapped breakfast items, scones, a few sandwiches of bacon and cheese. while her stomach was ready, it was being assaulted with little excited flutters to see belle again and she knew she’d be sliding from the warmth of the bench the moment she came through the door just to hug the shit out of her.

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w. @bachelorettenumberthree ; boston, august, 2008.

belle always finds it odd how she never took interest on actually raising a pet -- most only children did, but then, when she stops to think about it, most only children didn’t have a father like maurice: raising himself and his daughter (because one definitely raised the other, belle has no doubt) was enough of a task. however, if she had kept a pet then, she wouldn’t have met so much struggle with the new resident in her flat.

the cat had been coming around for a year now, almost as much as the time belle lived in the building: she gave him food and rubbed his ears, gave him shelter during stormy days and they snuggled when it was cold -- one day the cat just didn’t leave, and she found herself not bothered at all. the poor thing obviously didn’t have an owner, and life on the streets was rough.

but, also, apparently, something the cat had gotten used to, thus, leading her here, on the hallway, looking for the damn spotted cat and pulling a audrey hepburn as she clicked her tongue and called out for cat (as, the same as holly, she had preferred not to name the animal while his stay wasn’t exactly permanent), instead of being in her shift at the campus’ cafeteria. her boss would deck out of her pay, and she would feel it horribly by the weekend, but the brunette is stubborn and just sure she had heard the animal around, so she continues, although the next time her tongue clicks it’s not to call the feline, but rather in annoyance.

maybe he had snuck into someone else’s apartment, she tries to reason with herself, knowing how many times the cat had decided climbing in through windows was better than to use the door -- habits could be hard to kill even with animals, it seems. so she turns to one of the doors and knocks on it, trying her best to ignore how she has never even talked to one of the neighbors even since moving in (and, as far as she knew, it was the same for her roommate) and the implications this may bring. “oh, hey! i’m sorry to bother, but have you, maybe, seen a cat? he’s white with black spots, has greenish eyes....a sucker for belly rubs...” some good first impression, belle. “i, um, live down the hall?” just great.

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#adorable queen

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all the little things meme: closed!

🎨 - Artistic ability

as much as she adores reading, belle is not very good of a narrative writer for today’s standards? she writes too much, adds too much flowery, and her characters often don’t flow as they should – in contrast, she’s pretty good at drawings, and you can find them all over her journals. she can not paint with water colors, though. now crayons and 64 colors coloring pencils? she’s ya girl.

🎤 - Can they sing?

i’ve said it before, and she isn’t a big singer, much because she’s embarrassed? she can sing, keeping a note and all, but she prefers to hum (especially because she loves instrumentals / film scores).

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trust--kaa:

It’s a pet peeve that sends her blood rushing and mood plummeting in the unhealtiest of ways. Kaa triggered and pulled back to a time when she was simply a beggar on the streets, trying to provide for crowded family. Every pair of eyes she met ignoring her. Her life and the livelihood of her family didn’t matter to them. This is why she abhors being ignored by those whose attention she seeks, even more so when it’s the other way around. Such rudeness can not be tolerated by the grifter, ironic considering whatever else can.

Kaa takes a moment to find clarity and peace before addressing her patron. The leggy brunette swallowing whatever poison had riled up in the back of her throat as she offers her patron a smile. “Certainly not. I can persssuade you to buy our latest fall items. You’ll be in style for the ssseason.” Kaa replied, speaking of the new autumn arrivals.

the emotions and thoughts can be seen on the other’s face as she considers, and it’s not by much belle actually stops herself from sighing in relief -- she was a brave little thing, but dealing with people can be a rather scary matter, you see. also something to be relieved? not to buy heels. they may be cute and everything, but they’re more pain than actual gain, and by how quickly she steered away from the mere glance towards that section probably gave the beauty away.

the same can not be said for the suggestion from the boutique’s owner. “oh, i have been ready for fall since spring, in fact.” she chuckles, almost certain kalini would dread belle’s closed -- all fall and winter, and only a few warmer seasons’ clothes in florals hidden between beiges, browns and blues. “but there’s never too much, right? what would you suggest? is it going to be too cold for dresses, or will pantyhoses make a come back?”

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belle felt like she was becoming a very responsible person, keeping up an schedule such as this -- her sixteen year old who barely managed to dodge a ball in P.E. would be awed by herself in over ten years from then, who is on the gym on time, waiting for her friend. unfortunately, fifteen minutes in and eve texts the beaumont about a sudden engagement, and as much as belle had a feeling it would be better to go home, another part of her also tried to reason: she had gotten all dressed up for the activity, and there was no yoga classes or anything like this, so why not just try to do a little of what she has been taught?

so she was about to do, even with no certainty on it, but it seems she would still need to wait a bit longer -- which she doesn’t mind as much, standing some steps away, low key amazed, as the other woman almost manages to open a hole in the punching bag. “you should. is there no danger of injuring a muscle when you do it like that?” the brunette can’t help asking as she slowly approaches the stranger, wrapping her arms around the sand bag to stop it from its natural swaying. 

by now she should probably not bug the other woman and just focus on her training, but truth to be told, belle felt completely clueless without eve. “do you have a routine or something or sorts? or do you just...punch it?” well, asking for help never harmed anyone -- and she hoped this one time wouldn’t be an exception to this rule.

Slam. Slam. SMACK. THWAP. 

Vitani punched and kicked, and punched and kicked again. She’d been getting increasingly more angry lately. She channeled that into another punch, her fist connecting hard with the punching bag. Finally she stopped, letting the punching bag swing to a halt and pulling off her gloves and downing half of the large water bottle she’d filled for this. She used to go to the gym but hadn’t been in years. Now she was trying it again. No trainer, just herself. But damn did taking out her anger on the punching bag feel good. And- she couldn’t get in trouble for it. She glanced over to see someone standing a little ways away. “You can use it if you want… I’m taking a break.” She leaned back against the wall. Despite being completely exhausted she felt more relaxed than she had since she finished high school.