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Gaston hefted the packages easily under one arm, presuming to walk alongside her and match her meandering pace. “I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new to Villeneuve?”

“A girl like you has no business being alone in the woods!” Gaston’s admonishment echoed through the dark trees, tossed as carelessly over his shoulder as an apple core and no doubt smacking her in the face with the exact same force as they rode together back into the village.

“It’s simply unsafe. What do you mean to come of it?”

Gaston stood over the fallen body staring not down upon it, as a hunter its marked prey, but up into the sky above it. Somehow the pale, waifish little creature had just...fallen, as if from the very sky itself. (The nighttime only twinkled back at him, stars winking an inside joke high above.)

“ H O W   did you fall from thin air like that?”

His interest was piqued, to say the least, when the object of his desire stepped lightly into the tavern. Belle was an unusual girl--and what’s more, an unusual sight to be found in the tavern! Gaston’s quirked eyebrow and attentive hum followed her through the door, his dark eyes caught on her lithe frame in a way that would have made any other girl in town shiver for want of him.

But he did not stand on his feet and boom a greeting to her, cow her to his side through peer pressure alone: that hadn’t worked for him yet, after all. His unusual girl was quite content to be maligned by society. He simply shifted to his feet and slipped away, stein in one hand, to fetch himself more beer...and seemingly quite accidentally ended up at her side instead.

“Good evening, Belle.” His voice rumbled low from out of his chest as he leaned in closer, keeping their conversation both private and intimate--blending in for her sake, for the sake of keeping her close, more than for his own.

Ah--a new face in the village! To Gaston, that meant only one thing: a new person to be wooed, charmed by his own personal magnetism into loving and praising him. That it was a young girl he spied made it only the more appealing to win her over.

“My! That’s quite a heavy load for one little girl to be carrying,” the hunter boomed, approaching the girl with a dubious expression tinted friendly by the smile hiding in the corner of his lips. “Would you like some help with that?”

;;who wants some?

;; -shows up several years late with Starbucks- Sup?

;;I just want someone to pay me specific compliments and pet/cuddle me as I drift off to the sweet sweet crooning of Alice Cooper. Is that really so much to ask?

;;Two busted clothing shopping trips later ending in finding out I'm too large for one shop and have gone up another size or two in general and I have this advice for you: get. The damn. Ice cream. When the shopping went tits up and I had to go to the grocery store anyway, I didn't get it at first. I was bummed over my weight and my general appearance and I felt a lot of things about that ice cream. I felt like I didn't deserve it. I felt like it would only cause me more problems. I felt fat without it and was sure I'd feel fatter with it. I actually walked out of the grocery store without it. Then did a 180 and bought it anyway. And I had a few bites of it. And it's up in the fridge now. And you know what I feel? Good. Because I was able to have some of what I wanted and control it, and because s'mores ice cream is fucking DELICIOUS, and because the ice cream isn't now and wasn't then the problem. My attitude was and is and probably will be again. Abstinence doesn't work. Not in sex ed and not in diets. Just straight up denying yourself at every turn is always gonna fail. If you're like me you're sick of hearing "everything in moderation," so try this on for size: abstinence doesn't work, but neither does indulgence. So get. The goddamned. Ice cream. And eat less than a serving of it, or just a serving of it, and put it away for another day. Cause that's what it's there for. And that's what works.

;;Anyway! Long day in the office, like for a thing!

;;lowkey excited to finally be seriously pulling a cosplay together. believe it or not i'm only short one piece for the rudimentary costume. the question becomes whether to blow more money and buy it for myself now or whether to sit on it for a bit and stick it on a wishlist for my birthday.