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DONT COMPARE BEING A DISGUSTING PEDOPHILE TO HEING A GAY MAN YOU GROSS SHIT

I am not a ticking-time bomb

I don’t need to suppress myself or my attractions, I don’t need help or treatment, you know why? Because I don’t want to rape kids. It was never  and never ever will be in my desire to do so.  In fact, abusing kids might as well be the least attractive thing to me. I am OK, I don’t need help, treatment or to change myself and I never will abuse children and I totally trust myself around them. I am not a danger.  A gay man doesn’t rape every man they see, a teleiophile ( adult attracted) person doesn’t necessarily rape adults. The same goes for MAPS. Some of us rape, some of us want to rape, but I don’t. I never did and never will, in fact, I created this blog just about a month after I was raped.

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🌸💕 Map positivity!

you’re all fucking gross. even if you’re ‘non offending.’ when you post on a website full of a bunch of underage minors about getting hard after seeing a toddler, you are offending. you are making minors uncomfortable. you don’t deserve a place in society. i hope you burn in hell.

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i thought you said alan RICKMAN and i was so confused like tf do you mean alan rickman was in all of these movies

Alan Menken appreciation post

Because whether you know it or not,

this man

was

probably

a major

part

of your

childhood

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hey yall

can you check out my quotev account ?? i deactivated my main which was @ newtsniffler but i still have my belle roleplay account!!! the url on q is @ littletown and i am super proud of her so pls, if you have an account, follow !!

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@lumiereswig something to brighten your day

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can i join the skype chat bc i wasn't Notified

@im-too-obssesed @lumiereswig @plumettesfeathers @cad-enza @batbobsession (and anyone else interested) ALRIGHT THE DVD’S OUT WE SHOULD ACTUALLY START PLANNING FOR THIS MOVIE (we haz the kik chat but reminder that 2 ppl can’t get kik)

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Do any of you have that one tv show that is just so close to your heart? Like you could watch all these other shows; but when you go back to that one, you just feel like you’ve stumbled your way home after being lost for a little while. Maybe the show ended years ago, maybe the show is still airing or is on hiatus, but no matter what the same holds true; when you see it, or talk about it, it feels like home.

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Midnight

This is for the 30 Day BATB Celebration ! The link is there so you can read about it but this is for the prompt Midnight!

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At 11:53 a.m., she wakes, her dark curls sticking to her face as she pants desperately, gasping for any air she can find. All breath has lost her body, it seems, and she searches desperately for oxygen to fill her lungs – to relieve her, and oh god, how good it feels when it does!

At 11:54 a.m., Plumette reaches for something in the darkness, a dark hand clenching wretchedly at the thick, humid air. A layer of sweat covers her face, her bare arms and legs, her torso hidden by a thin nightshirt borrowed from her boyfriend Lumiere … and he lay next to her, sitting up after hearing her, heavy wheezes and soft sobbing. His hand extended into the air which, somehow, felt thick as though you could cut it with a knife. His soft hand grips Plumette’s sweaty one, and he trails his down to her shoulders before tugging her closer to him. She sobs into his chest, shaking with the debris of a nightmare weighing heavily on her mind.

At 11:55, Plumette pulls away from him with her breathing steadier than it had been. Lumiere is gazing at her, not speaking for just a moment before, very softly, as thought it were but a whisper, he asked her what was wrong.

“Cherie,” he whispers, bringing his hand up to gently run his thumb over her face, slick with the tears that had fallen a moment ago, “please, please, what is wrong?”

At 11:56, Plumette allows herself a moment to regain her composure and then lays back in bed, leaving Lumiere still in his sitting position, his blue eyes peering down at her, worry dripping from his irises and spilling onto her like rays of sun. “Mon coeur.” she speaks in a soft yet firm voice, reassuring Lumiere that, while clearly upset – or more than upset – she is okay. “I had a nightmare, Lumiere, and I lost you and – what is it?”

Lumiere rests himself beside her, wrapping an arm beneath her shoulders as the clock in the corner of the room ticks to 11:57 in the morning. The clock, Plumette believes, reminded her of Cogsworth, except he was a clock, and she a featherduster, and Lumiere a candelabra. Had it really been just weeks prior, where Plumette’s feather had reached out to touch Lumiere’s brass face one last time before her soul departed from her form, the first to turn into a mere little knickknack? Lumiere replies to her question with a shake of his head. “I believe I know what you plan to say, Plumette, and we’ll never be those objects again. I assure you, I will protect you if it’s the last thing I do. Do you understand me, mon amour?”

11:58. A minute passes before Plumette swallows the lump in her throat and nods, wiping her tears on the back of her hand. The sky outside is dazzling with stars, and Plumette turns her head to stare at them before turning back to her lover, who stares at her with a lovestruck expression on his oh so gorgeous face. His eyes shine brighter than the stars outside, blue, blue, blue. Everything is blue, yet he shines yellow and she white. It is his eyes that she thinks of as she nods, leaning up to kiss his cheek graciously as they curl themselves into each other, Lumiere resting his cheek on her soft head of dark locks.

They mutter their mutual love for each other as the clock strikes 11:59. Plumette’s fingers dig into his arms, squeezing gently, a small declaration of their love for one another as the pair closes their eyes to go to sleep. She is well, and they are human. They are not objects. They were for a brief section of their lives and yet, it is over. They are together, and they’ll never be separated.

The clock chimes midnight, and the two lovers sleep at last.

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LETS D O THIS SHIT 

someone make more Squads i can be apart of i need attention i have like one squad in total

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THE KIK CHAT IS DYING, OH MY FUCKIN GOD SHE FUCKIN DEAD

someone make more Squads i can be apart of i need attention i have like one squad in total

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Midnight

This is for the 30 Day BATB Celebration ! The link is there so you can read about it but this is for the prompt Midnight!

~

At 11:53 a.m., she wakes, her dark curls sticking to her face as she pants desperately, gasping for any air she can find. All breath has lost her body, it seems, and she searches desperately for oxygen to fill her lungs -- to relieve her, and oh god, how good it feels when it does!

At 11:54 a.m., Plumette reaches for something in the darkness, a dark hand clenching wretchedly at the thick, humid air. A layer of sweat covers her face, her bare arms and legs, her torso hidden by a thin nightshirt borrowed from her boyfriend Lumiere … and he lay next to her, sitting up after hearing her, heavy wheezes and soft sobbing. His hand extended into the air which, somehow, felt thick as though you could cut it with a knife. His soft hand grips Plumette’s sweaty one, and he trails his down to her shoulders before tugging her closer to him. She sobs into his chest, shaking with the debris of a nightmare weighing heavily on her mind.

At 11:55, Plumette pulls away from him with her breathing steadier than it had been. Lumiere is gazing at her, not speaking for just a moment before, very softly, as thought it were but a whisper, he asked her what was wrong.

“Cherie,” he whispers, bringing his hand up to gently run his thumb over her face, slick with the tears that had fallen a moment ago, “please, please, what is wrong?”

At 11:56, Plumette allows herself a moment to regain her composure and then lays back in bed, leaving Lumiere still in his sitting position, his blue eyes peering down at her, worry dripping from his irises and spilling onto her like rays of sun. “Mon coeur.” she speaks in a soft yet firm voice, reassuring Lumiere that, while clearly upset -- or more than upset -- she is okay. “I had a nightmare, Lumiere, and I lost you and -- what is it?”

Lumiere rests himself beside her, wrapping an arm beneath her shoulders as the clock in the corner of the room ticks to 11:57 in the morning. The clock, Plumette believes, reminded her of Cogsworth, except he was a clock, and she a featherduster, and Lumiere a candelabra. Had it really been just weeks prior, where Plumette’s feather had reached out to touch Lumiere’s brass face one last time before her soul departed from her form, the first to turn into a mere little knickknack? Lumiere replies to her question with a shake of his head. “I believe I know what you plan to say, Plumette, and we’ll never be those objects again. I assure you, I will protect you if it’s the last thing I do. Do you understand me, mon amour?”

11:58. A minute passes before Plumette swallows the lump in her throat and nods, wiping her tears on the back of her hand. The sky outside is dazzling with stars, and Plumette turns her head to stare at them before turning back to her lover, who stares at her with a lovestruck expression on his oh so gorgeous face. His eyes shine brighter than the stars outside, blue, blue, blue. Everything is blue, yet he shines yellow and she white. It is his eyes that she thinks of as she nods, leaning up to kiss his cheek graciously as they curl themselves into each other, Lumiere resting his cheek on her soft head of dark locks.

They mutter their mutual love for each other as the clock strikes 11:59. Plumette’s fingers dig into his arms, squeezing gently, a small declaration of their love for one another as the pair closes their eyes to go to sleep. She is well, and they are human. They are not objects. They were for a brief section of their lives and yet, it is over. They are together, and they’ll never be separated.

The clock chimes midnight, and the two lovers sleep at last.

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HOTSAUCEJHMSN

can you give me the cheesiest pet names you could possibly think of? i live for this stuff

for you ma petite choux à la crème i have a thousand cheesy plumiere nicknames

obviously they call each other the usual love-names: mon amour, mon cœur, mon chéri/ma chérie, ma moitié. but if we’re gonna be specific

plumette talking to lumiere:

my spark

my light

my flame

Mon soleil de fromage (my sun made of cheese)

mon acteur (my actor)

mon bisou (my kiss)

mon étoile (my star)

mon beau (my beautiful)

my glowing rod of manliness

hot sauce

mon pain au chocolat (because…yum)

mon éclair (like the pastry AND the lightning)

Soleil de ma vie (sun of my life)

Mon cœur d'or (golden heart)

lumiere talking to plumette:

La plume dans mon casquette (the feather in my cap)

my dove

light of my life

LIGHTER than life

“Atchoum!“ (reference to the sound of sneezing—sneezing like because dust—like feather dusting? look he and i TRIED)

O fair one

mon doux sucré (my sweet, soft one)

ma précieuse (my precious [gollum, gollum])

beautiful legs

Ma danseuse (my dancer)

ma brioche parfaite (my perfect sweet-bun)

moonshine

night-grown angel

sweetness incarnate

my tender strength

my spotlight

Cogsworth, talking about both of them:

ninnies

fools

love-struck giblets

send help

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bye

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lumiere during be our guest: BELLE EAT UP! EAT OUR FOOD BELLE! EAT UP

also lumiere during be our guest: keeps moving the food around and doesn't let belle eat anything ?¿

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i just made a kik and im so confused. i feel like an 87 year old grandma who doesn’t know how to use an iphone

@lumiereswig @cad-enza @batbobsession @plumettesfeathers @im-too-obssesed

dudes, we should plan the next watch session for the live action BATB

also I’m unofficially calling us the BATBuddies. I’m tagging all ur posts BATBuddies when I reblog them. bc I love you guys.

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i’ll get kik if that’s the best option

@lumiereswig @cad-enza @batbobsession @plumettesfeathers @im-too-obssesed

dudes, we should plan the next watch session for the live action BATB

also I’m unofficially calling us the BATBuddies. I’m tagging all ur posts BATBuddies when I reblog them. bc I love you guys.

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would sc work? they have groups but i’ve never tried them out before. 

@lumiereswig @cad-enza @batbobsession @plumettesfeathers @im-too-obssesed

dudes, we should plan the next watch session for the live action BATB

also I’m unofficially calling us the BATBuddies. I’m tagging all ur posts BATBuddies when I reblog them. bc I love you guys.