#beauty and the beast 1987

[zoeloveconvers99]

This is out of fun and personal ideas and i watched more versions but I was tired to find them all

[iolaussharpe-24]

Am I just a delusional shipper or does this feel like it should have been a thing?

Spoilers for Gargoyles (1972) ahead.

"Go on, your voice pleases me."

"'The sin was not my own, but forced upon me by the incubus; who overnight did slip into my bedchamber and taunt and seduce me with demon's promises until I was as if on fire. He was of uncommon height and finely built. A devil's face of frightful beauty that did put me in a spell. I had no will of my own, but did let the incubus do his will until I was driven mad.'"

Those are actual lines out of the movie. I didn't paraphrase. At all. I played the scene where she was reading out of the book, and typed every word she said. This is a movie about demons who "sometimes take human women" who are trying to conquer the world. Also, in this movie, the gargoyles with wings are the breeders. This one says as much. He was basically the leader. His reaction to being told that he's lost is literally, "Not as long as there are two winged breeders."

Also, the way the gargoyle acts when he first sees Diana just SCREAMS "shipping fuel". If this were written in the modern day, they would have done it. You can't convince me otherwise. You know why I say that?

BECAUSE THE 90s DID IT!!!

I don't care that these two stories have nothing to do with one another. This is a really good comparison. And, even if it wasn't, I have plenty of fuel for this fire. (I don't even need my usual go-to of vampire movies to prove this point.)

Diana and The Gargoyle fit into two categories that I love and frequently ship. Hero/Villain (though I guess this is more damsel/villain) and Human/Monster. I'm going to give examples from both categories that I will die shipping. (They overlap quite a bit, actually.)

Jareth the Goblin King x Sarah Williams

Katara x Prince Zuko

Rey x Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Vlad Dracula x Mina Murray/Mina Harker

Erik x Christine Daaé

Batman/Bruce Wayne x Catwoman/Selina Kyle

Elisa Esposito x The Amphibian Man

Catherine Chandler x Vincent

So, with all that context in mind,

DOES THIS REALLY LOOK LIKE THAT MUCH OF A STRETCH?!?!

[theashandpaper]

My favorite man-imal.

[historicalreusedcostumes]

This Green costume with golden on is worn on uknown actor as Beauty brother in Beauty and the Beast (1987) and later worn on Lysette Anthony as Princess Gilda in The Emperor's New Clothes (1987)

[amplifyme]

Rick Baker deserved an Emmy for designing this face. Absolutely seamless make-up. Enlarge this and see what I mean. You can't tell where Perlman ends and Vincent begins. But those eyes. No mistaking those baby blues.

[brienneoftarth]

Beauty and the Beast was a TV series starring Linda Hamilton and Ron Perlman in the 1980's. George R.R. Martin was one of the writers and producers. It's also strange. This will be my last video for a long time as I'll be giving birth in three weeks.

[jollyhaunt]

how is it that we get them in the same series but different episodes TWICE

[strangenocturne]

started watching Beauty and the Beast from 1987 and it’s cheesy as all hell but I’m a monster fucker so I love me a monster man lol

[randomfoggytiger]

"I Know You. It’s What I Do."

The X-Files and Beauty and the Beast 1987 crossover.

Dedicated to @amplifyme, who nurtured me into the wonderful world Below~. Saw this post again and couldn't resist (though Mulder and Vincent were sidelined quite unexpectedly.)

*****

The hulking shadow had vanished from the tunnel mouth, slipping through cold, faded stone as easily as mist; and taken her partner with him. Mulder’s ferocious “FBI--” wilted into an unanswered echo while she yelled for him, hit the rock, hit it again, and began pushing, shoving each of the weathered corners to find a weak spot. 

*****

Werewolves, he’d pronounced two days ago, toying her with gruesome crime scene photos. There has to be two-- one to bait the victim, the other to catch him unawares and cleave him in half. The targets were always men, were always attacked at night, were always within a respectable radius of each other. Mulder kept his math sharp since the Dupre-Phillips case. 

She’d argued this was a case for serious intervention from animal control, laying out the impossibility of his theory in the singular (let alone as a coupling of homicidal carnivores.) 

They never eat the bodies, Scully-- just shred them. Probably protecting themselves or their families.

The debate was picked up and set aside at various junctures-- taxi, plane, taxi, motel, taxi, police station-- but while he entertained theories of another mated Jersey Devil pair, she avoided recollections of Lyle Parker groaning and shrieking in pain in the dark. 

*****

The tapping could have been mistaken for the wind innocuously sweeping up pebbles littered around her feet had Scully not been earnestly listening for a sign. Louder, softer; longer, short, short, long. Code-- and not one her father had taught her when starching her nouns and adjectives with the repetitive heartbeat of Morse Code pounded out on the table, on the dashboard, on the wheel of their rented vacation boat. But whoever was out there making noise would at least hear her own attempts at communication. 

SOS, HELP, LOST, Scully beat, fingers splayed to protect her manicure while she banged out her distress over and over and over. 

The wall gave way, softly grinding across the floor and spilling out the warmth of torch light, dazzling to Scully’s unadjusted eyes. She wheeled back, searching for purchase on the slick stone and dirt and dust, grappling for her holstered gun as a tall silhouette emerged from the secret door. Not as tall as the shadow, not even as tall as her partner; not an animal and most definitely not a werewolf. 

The stranger stretched her palm up and out, her friendly face and flaming hair escaping over one shoulder in the twin beams of her own and her guest's light. 

“Nice to finally meet you, Scully, FBI. Diana Bennett. I’m with the New York City police department.” 

*****

The Tunnels, Diana explained, were a sacred part of the world Below. A couple miles the right way and you came straight to the Chambers; a couple yards the wrong way, and you were likely to find a nasty surprise or two. 

“Then where’s Agent Mulder? Are you taking me to him?” 

“He’s with Vincent. Rather, Vincent’s with him, letting your partner think he’s in charge. Don’t worry about him: the two of them’ll be back once they’ve had their fun.”

Scully halted their steady walk and stood back, weighing the truth in Diana’s eyes. There was a keen intelligence that edged somewhere between clever and clairvoyant-- but the edges were straight all the way down; and kind. “My partner will know he’s being fooled with.” 

“I figured,” Diana nodded, turning to slide the torch into the nearest hook, “but Vincent doesn’t play a fool’s game. He wants to take your partner’s measure.” Her smile, wide and fleeting, carved through the darkness. “It’s been a while since Above gave him anything, anyone, new to abstract over.” 

It was, Scully decided, wisest to evenly match Diana’s stride, light bearer that she was. Carefully, she cooled her voice to a sharp, practiced nonchalance: “Did Vincent have anything to do with the killings?” 

“Yes. They came after him and…." She trailed off, changing directions before the silence became pronounced. "Vincent was captured by a ruthless, powerful man six years ago. Since then, the enemies have been pouring in by trickle and truckload. Can’t shake ‘em, and they won’t shake us. It’s become a three-way habit now. Vincent and I are hunters-- you can’t beat that on home turf. But... it wears on him. Then you two flew into town.” Again, the smile. “You should’ve seen him this morning when Agent Mulder found that tuft of fur. Both of them were practically quivering with excitement over the other.” 

Then she became serious; and stopped talking the rest of the walk. 

*****

Time was hard to determine in this unending darkness: it sank into one's mind, tearing out the crucial parts until all that was left was anxious awareness.

 “Look, I don’t know what you or, or Vincent want with me or with Mulder, but I’d like to know where he is so both of us can go home.” 

Diana stopped this time, appraising Scully’s rigid posture and shaking hands, opening her mouth halfway in contemplation, standing absolutely still. A pipe creaked, or groaned, or tapped; and she lifted her head higher as if from a daze, abrupt and wincing. 

“Back that way, then.” 

The women turned, gaining a foot or two before she clumsily lunged towards the wall-- “Forgot to alert Vincent”-- and squatted down to pick up the nearest rock she could find. Language was once more transmitted along an adjacent, sinewy pipe, swirling and jolting deeper into that impenetrable darkness. 

“Is he bringing my partner?” 

“I think Agent Mulder will be along on his own.” 

*****

Day was seeping into the tunnel before Diana spoke again. 

“I was 32 when my life changed. One day I was working on an unsolvable case about a woman found dead in her apartment-- many stories up, no witnesses, no evidence-- and the next I was mapping out Vincent's mind on my board at home. I anticipated him, tracked him, found him. I saved him, he saved me back. Now, we save each other.”

Scully watched her brush off another secret notion with another escaping tendril of hair: disturbed; and determined not to show it. They both knew she’d shown it. 

“It was my idea for the two of you to come down here, see Below for yourselves. Thought it’d be my way to start you on your own 32.” With a sigh, she straightened and ambled closer to the secret door. “But you’re not ready yet. Too bad.” 

“Too bad I won’t see more of the sewers?” A bluff affront, a wry offering of peace. And well-received. 

“Too bad you won’t hear the angels sing. Vincent or one of his books might call it something like, ‘Some glorious nothing I did see’.” 

“Hm. Maybe next time.” 

A rush of calm settled close, punctuated by scattered code calls faintly reverberating off the walls. 

*****

Taxi, motel, taxi, police station, taxi, motel. 

Mulder remained subdued after their reunion in the Park. 

She’d left Diana, walking ahead to relish the sun, the morning birds, the earliest joggers circling their usual route. 32, with three haunting years tailing behind her. 32, with darkness a comforting consideration rather than an oppressive presence. 

Taxi, airport. 

Scully turned on the nondescript bench-- coffee flavor of the month in one hand and guilty rag magazine in the other-- to stare at her partner, watching the blazing sun eat away at the shadows lingering in the peaks and valleys of his profile.  

“Mulder.” And he turned, staring back. “Did you see anything?” 

His mouth worked back and forth, eyes flecked with tangling emotions. “I… heard singing.”

*****

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic

[loddyjean]

One hug from her can tame the beast

[rjalker]

I finally found a list of the episodes so if you are planning to watch the 1987 show, Beauty and the Beast, if you are autistic, and especially if you are Black and autistic, you might want to skip Season 1's episode 23, "Chamber Music".

It's about an autistic Black boy being exploited, dehumanized, and ultimately traumatized and his entire life ruined because people only care about him because of what he can do for them, which in his case is his ability to play music on the piano without having to be taught.

The entire point of the episode is that the way he is being treated is horrific and wrong, but if you're autistic, and especially Black, you do not need to be told this. You can skip it.

I literally cannot hear any part of Moonlight Sonata without being filled with murderous rage.

If you're already aware that ABA is literal torture and abuse and that autistic people, and especially Black autistic people, are regularly dehumanized and abused, you don't need to watch this episode.

[noybusiness]

Beauty and the Beast 1987

I’ve been binge watching the original 1987 Beauty and the Beast TV series, and you romance writers can all give up. You’re not going to write a better boyfriend than Vincent.

[nakmor-leigh]

Oh AYE, Vincent says "I'm going to be gone for three days exploring deep caves all by myself to find a gift for Catherine" and his family is all "Okay have fun!"

BUT WHEN HE SAYS "I'm going on a trip with Catherine for a day or two out to a secluded cabin in the mountains" ITS ALL "You're gonna leave us FOREVER and then we'll have no one to PROTECT us! Vincent what about US!!"

What about VINCENT you fuckers??? Even BODYGUARDS need a damn BREAK

[elljayvee]

the one with the sedoretu

Excerpt from the current fic project:

Diana studied Vincent calmly. She felt she knew him already, from his beautiful penmanship, from Cathy's obvious love, from these carefully-hidden and well-kept tunnels below Cathy's building. "She mentioned you," she said, eventually, and he flinched back. "I met her, just a few days before she vanished--" and then it was her turn to flinch a little, as his head snapped up, his wide blue eyes fixed on her suddenly. "I asked for her number, and she said it wasn't a good time, because her lover had been ill." She bit her lip, then continued, slowly, watching him carefully.  "She was pregnant." 

"Pregnant," Vincent said, and shook his head. He wilted, visibly, hollowing into himself, seeming to halve in size from the pain of it. "She told you she was -- pregnant?"

"No," Diana said, and sat beside Vincent, held out her hand. He ignored it, and she pulled it back in.  "I'm not sure she knew," she said. "I can sense things, sometimes. I shook her hand. I've never felt anything like it. I wanted to marry her, and whoever her Evening man was, and raise that child with her. I just knew." 

"It can't possibly be my child," Vincent said, still crumpled like a leaf, pressed against the wall of the tunnel. 

"There's not one sign in her entire life," Diana said, firmly, "not one sign there was any man in it but you." 

"I am not a man," Vincent said. Heavily, he got to his feet, and reached down to help her up. 

She clasped his hand, and felt it: clear, strong, a bell choir, dark-toned and rich, and through it a bright gold thread, running through him and away, away towards sunrise. She tightened her fingers and reached.

[historicalreusedcostumes]

This Blue Flower Dress is worn on Rebecca De Mornay as Beauty in Beauty and the Beast 1987 and worn again later on Lysette Anthony as Princess Gilda in The Emperor’s New Clothes 1987

[amplifyme]

Happy 37th anniversary to this TV relic. This is the one that infected me with the fanfic writing bug. Cheers! 🍷

Signed,

A fellow relic