#and then we can start our quartet band 😂

[ian-galagher]

[side-eyes reboots] go back to your corner!

for your followers: africa spoilers, close your eyes.

today's movie: beauty and the beast (1991).

- ian, back in chicago:

- ian annoying everyone and their mother with photography & mickey milkovich.

- ian setting out to africa.

- how africa feels to ian.

- ian having his hopes crushed and burned on day one.

- ian: lies. nandi / inyoni: oh, ian is seeing someone. mickey:

- inyoni bringing ian food on day two.

- ian taking mickey's portrait ("don't move a muscle.")

- jan and gerrit trying to get one up on mickey.

- them in the city.

- "keep it." / "what?" / "the gear, keep it. it's yours."

- ian x mickey vs the horrors. ("do the thing?" / "sometimes we talk. mostly we just hang out. and sometimes […] sometimes, you fight the demons for me.")

- there's NOTHING to see down the hill, apart from creepy silhouettes and figures.

- "you're so fuckin' perfect." / "you deserve so much better."

- them holding hands in the theatre.

- i can't explain WHAT, exactly, but the whole kiss debacle right after the movie in one gif.

- ian finding mickey's secret paperwork prior to his call with fiona.

- mickey and mandy planning the braai.

- "there's a joy in him that wasn't there before," inyoni said quietly.

bonus: jan [grinds teeth].

[pulls out megaphone] we're searching for our trusty full time screamer / part time waitress @francesrose3. if you spot her, please don't spook her, but immediately escort her to this post.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST MY BELOVED???? 😭😭😭😭🥹🧡

okay but this HAS to be my favorite of all the Disney films so you chose well Nosho!!! 🥹🧡

I MEAN 😭 THAT FIRST ONE INSTANTLY KNOCKING IT OUT OF THE PARK 😭 SO ACCURATE ALREADY

Ian with his nose in the books 😂 AND THE LITTLE SHEEP IS MICKEY 😭😂

THE MOUNTAINS!!!!!! Ian is off to Africa 😭 I always forget just how absolutely beautiful these animations are, just look at that detail, those landscapes, the colours oohhhh man.... 🧡 melting!!!

HIS HOPES CRUSHED 😭

MICKEY AS THE GRUMPY BEAST!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😂😂😂 your galaxy brain Nosho, it's impressive

THE TEAPOT = INYONI 😭😭😭

the portrait of mickey 😂 with all the birds on his arms!!! PERRRRYYYYY 😭😭😭

Jan & Gerrit are here 😂 power couple! 😂😂😂

THE SNOWBALL FIGHT 😭😭😭 this movie really had it all 🧡

THE MIRROR / GEAR & KEEP IT 😭😭😭 I did genuinely think about that library scene when writing that 😂 there's always a gift of some sorts, for Belle it was books, what's Ian's biggest dream here, gear! 😂

THEM FIGHTING THE HORRORS 😭😭😭 AND the silhouette!!!

MICKEY BEING SO INSECURE 😭😭😭 "IAN IS JUST SO- AND IM SO-" 😭😭😭

HAND HOLDING--- IM 💀 this post officially killed me

100% agree with that gif being exactly what happened after the kiss stuff, 100%

THE FORBIDDEN WING IAN WENT INTO THE FORBIDDEN WING🚨

omg "i wanna do something for her but what" 😂 okay this is now officially a call out post, I copied this entire movie didn't I 😂 BUT IT'S SO GOOD 😂 I bet we have different endings though 😂 the ending is ALL Shameless style again 😂 you don't get that in Disney movies!

*sings* there's just something there that wasn't there before 🥰🧡

*the full gang descends on this post to come devour it* 🧡💖💚💙@francesrose3 @juliakayyy

NOSHOOOO you are the BEST for these and I will treasure these posts FOREVER! 🥰🧡💚

[oodelally3]

WIP Wednesday!

The fic I'm working on (What I Did For Love) actually started out as a reunion one-shot for a prompt competition. I'd bitten off more than I could chew and didn't manage to finish it, but it gave me the push I needed to begin. I could see where my fic was headed, at the very least. *And* I have parts of a future chapter or two written.

The reunion is Halloween-themed and hosted at the White Tower in London, so it's perfect to share today, being spooky season an' all. Some things have changed since I wrote this; for instance, Rahim is voted out early in my fic, so Henry VIII doesn't make much sense for him. 😂 I've also grown as a writer...some of this is pretty darn clunky, I'm not gonna lie. It's definitely a WIP, and that P doesn't stand for "polished."

Anyway! Enjoy Vivian as a sexy Mrs. Peacock and Carl as Professor Plum. (I cannot resist a man in tweed.)

The day of the Halloween-themed reunion has arrived. The producers had put everyone up in different hotels across the city, so no one would run into each other. (They obviously want any drama to happen on camera.) They’d also helped us Islanders out with costumes, which was a relief. I jokingly told Carl they probably only did it to make sure everyone looked sexy enough.   Our costumes had arrived the day before, to ensure everything fit properly. Carl was going as Professor Plum from the Clue board game, after being talked out of going as Spock. I was Mrs. Peacock, but the sexiest Mrs. Peacock I’d ever seen. I rolled my eyes the first time I pulled out the costume.  We didn’t know who else was going as Clue characters, or what everyone else would be doing. “If they didn’t give Miss Scarlet to Priya, someone ought to be fired,” I said to Carl.  “Yes, and Gary has got to be Colonel Mustard!”   Carl looks so handsome in his tweed suit, sweater vest, and bowtie. Others may not think it’s sexy, but damn, those elbow patches really do something to me.   “Don’t give me those bedroom eyes, Curls. We haven’t the time!” he admonishes and puts the professor’s pipe in his mouth for emphasis.   “Damn,” I mutter under my breath.   My own costume is some sort of burlesque-looking corset with a feather skirt tied over my waist, open in front to show my legs in fishnet stockings. I’ve put my hair in an updo, my copper curls escaping here and there, with a beautiful peacock-feathered fascinator to complete the look. I think I look ridiculous, but the rising bulge in Carl’s tweed slacks tells me he thinks otherwise.  I meet his gaze and raise an eyebrow with a cheeky smirk. He blushes and clears his throat.   “Right. Well. We don’t have time, more’s the pity,” he says with a shrug, pushing his fake glasses up his nose. Damn, he’s really got this hot 1930s professor thing down, without even trying.   “Well, who knows? Maybe there’ll be a Hideaway.” *****   The car drops us off at the Tower of London—incredibly, the reunion is being held at the White Tower. The moment Carl and I found out, we were on the phone, giddy with excitement as only two history buffs can be.   We’re greeted by a couple producers who give us the basic schedule and put our mic packs on. I hadn’t missed these, but at least they blend in with our outfits now. They tell us they’ve had our arrivals staggered and we’re among the last to arrive. After testing our mics, they point us to the doors of the White Tower.   Carl holds out his hand for me to take and we walk in together.   The main hall upstairs is amazing, all lit up with soft, warm colours and candlelight in the main areas and red or blue lights in the cozy nooks. Each nook has an overstuffed sofa and armchairs, perfect for intimate chats or a small gathering of friends. There’s a string quartet, who look like they could be a punk band, playing a decent mix of pop and classical music. The suits of armour displayed in the White Tower look amazing in this setting. Henry VIII could never. 

“Oh, wow,” we say in unison, right before we’re besieged by pink silks and taffeta and velvet squealing into our ears. I can’t see her face yet, but I know it’s Chelsea.  “Baaaaaabes! Oh, I’ve missed you both so much!”  “Chelseeeaaaa!” I hug her tight, then pull away to get a better look at her costume. It’s definitely some sort of a Tudor costume, but in anachronistic pinks. And with a modern sexy take. “You are…?” “Katherine Howard, bra!” She twirls around for me, and I see the make-up effects that make her look as though her head has been chopped off and placed back on. “I told them I’d do it if I could be in pink.”  “You are the perfect Katherine Howard,” Carl smiles. “Just don’t cheat on your husband, and you should be fine,” I add with a laugh.  “Eek!” She pretends to cut her head off with her hand. “And you two are from Cluedo! I think the rest of your group is already here. I’m still waiting on a couple wives, but my Henry is here,” she says as she points to Ibrahim as Henry VIII.  Carl and I both laugh. It’s a fitting character, considering how many people Rahim coupled up with on the show. And it looks as though Jo is one of the wives. Anne of Cleves, if I’m not mistaken. The producers certainly have a sense of humour. (I’m pretty good with my Tudor history. Not exactly something to brag about in Love Island circles.)  Chelsea takes our hands and leads us straight to the bar, bless her. They’ve created specialty drinks for the reunion, based on a lot of our characters. Naturally, we choose our namesake drinks: Professor Plum’s is some sort of hot toddy that turns purple when the angostura bitters is put in, and Mrs. Peacock’s is a fizzy concoction with Crème de Violette.  “Cheers, Mrs. Peacock,” Carl says before clinking my coupe glass.  “Cheers, Professor.”  We take a sip and both raise our eyebrows—these are pretty good!  “Well, well, well…look what we have here!”  We turn to see Gary, arms outstretched, waiting to give me a big bear hug. I gladly step into his embrace and place a kiss on his cheek, his fake handlebar moustache tickling my skin. He and Carl warmly shake hands.  “Oh, my god, Carl was right.”  “What?” Gary asks.  “You are Colonel Mustard!” He gives us a sheepish grin. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not as cool as Henry VIII over there, but Colonel Mustard is a right sort of chap. Even if they wouldn’t give me a rifle to carry around.”