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She can’t stop fidgeting, she really can’t. “Are you sure-”

Elsa takes her hands in her own. “Yes, I’m sure.” Her smile is more indulgent than anything, Anna thinks. She looks so much like Mother, the thought comes unbidden, though not unwelcome.

She bites her lip, looking down at their hands. “But what if-”

“Anna,” her sister says, raising one hand to gently touch her cheek. Anna looks up. “You’ll be fine. You’ll be amazing. I am absolutely sure.”

And how can Anna not feel bolstered by Elsa’s confidence in her? “Okay,” she says, straightening her spine, throwing her shoulders back. “If you say so.”

Fork It (2433 words) by NRGburst

It was easier when she only thought they were dinglehoppers. 

The prompt was for Ariel to take a hard look at a marriage made in haste. And as there was a huge dealbreaker right there in the film that was glossed over, I went ahead and took it apart “Language of Thorns” style. So this is a bittersweet twist-in-the-tale story for anybody else who thought that maybe it wasn’t romantic that a sixteen year old gave up her family, world and body for a man. And then wondered how she might find her way home again. 

Chapter 12: Fallacies can be Faced

Summary:

"What're you doing here?"

She froze. She would know that drawl anywhere.

beauty and the beast (2017), belle pov, 

belle adjusts in the time between the curse breaking and the ball at the end.

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the first few days after are weird and confusing.

belle keeps expecting to turn around and see the castle shrouded in darkness and cobwebs. she keeps expecting the furniture to talk and to move and to sing and the world outside to be covered in perpetual snow. (she wonders when these things became so normal to her.)

but the castle is full of life now, bright and full of people, restored to its former glory and it takes her a while to get used to it.

the only place that has not changed all that much is the library, and whenever she needs a moment to herself, that is where she goes, loses herself in books.

the prince and her father give her time to adjust (hell, her father needs time to adjust to the castle life), and bond over stories of her, and it’s not long before she finds them bent over one of maurice’s many sketches of some machinery or another, the prince asking questions, curious.

Disney Snapshot #7

Fandom: Aladdin, Tangled 

Words: 122 

Stained curtains hung like tattered bat wings over crumbling stone. Wood beams punctured the ceiling, casting perpendicular shadows around shattered pottery.

“Nice accommodations,” Eugene whistled. “I mean, if you’re in’ta the rustic life,” he continued with a smirk, hands politely in his pockets.

The blacked haired man grinned, smile bright enough to outweigh a diamond in value.

“Well, a roof’s a roof. But I don’t live here anymore.” 

He tilted his head toward the sunset. A pink and fuchsia sky trimmed with copper-topaz clouds glowed behind a dazzling white palace, adorned in a lustrous gold crown.

“I live there now. At the palace.”

Eugene whistled again, awestruck.

(Mid-movie.) En route to the circus' next stop after the pachydrem pyramid disaster, Timothy takes care of Dumbo and silently ponders what all has gone on, including concerning the true culprit of the Big Top falling.