beastly

Rumpelstiltskin is delighted.

Belle has decided that any person who cannot walk past a half-invisible smirking cat, probably shouldn't face the Dark One anyway.

She also sets aside the nicest cuts of meat, and they vanish when she isn't looking.

Rumpelstiltskin is less delighted about that.

:)

- Meowmaid

Boston ⬇️

This is what's so fucked up about "nothing that requires the labor of others is a human right".

The labor is already being done under capitalism. The laborers are already being underpaid under capitalism.

When you propose removing the greedy profiteers and paying the workers a reasonable wage, people call that "slavery" while they have no problem with the current system.

Rating: T

Pairing: Rumbelle

Summary: On the eve of Belle’s wedding to Prince Gaston, she falls into a wishing well that sends her to a strange new land.

Mr. Gold is desperate to connect with his son now that he has a good job, but he’s finding it harder and harder until Bae insists he stop to help an injured woman dressed like a princess. 

Read from the beginning

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Belle woke to weak grey light shining through the curtains of Robert’s bedroom. She stretched, but before she could roll over to see if he was awake, Robert’s hand snaked over her hip. She flushed with happiness as he pulled her closer, kissing her shoulder.

“Good morning.” She pulled his arm tighter around her.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He kissed her again, snuggling up behind her, and she couldn’t help warming everywhere. 

“Did you sleep well?” she asked. His chest was bare now against her back because she wore his shirt, and her pajamas and his pants were somewhere on the floor. 

“I don’t sleep.” He moved her braid to kiss her neck, lingering a second. “Did you?”

It wasn’t any quieter in Robert’s room than it was on the couch, but his bed was soft and warm, and she had fallen asleep with little effort once she’d pulled his shirt and her underwear back on. It hadn’t been for that long, but she’d slept better than she had all week.

“Perfectly.” She turned her head to meet his lips, and then they both froze at the sound of Bae’s door opening. 

“We didn’t get up fast enough to hide,” he said, and she stifled her laugh as they rolled apart just in time for Bae to pound on the door.

“Dad!” he yelled, turning the knob. “Dad, Belle’s gone! I don’t—”

trying to get back into the swing of digital art after what seems like an eternity of school and irl stuff