#how does a moment last forever

[brb-on-a-quest]

It is a truth universally acknowledged at 1:25 is 30 minutes til I go home (excitedly, affectionate) but 1:35 is also 30 minutes til I go home (derogatory, full of pain).

[delightful-mirth]

[mermaidinthecity]

How Does A Moment Last Forever by Céline Dion

[aili-chan]

How does a moment last forever (Finnish fandub)

[braceletofteeth]

If you want to be happy, I hope it comes true.

I hope you will be happy too.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 4 :)

[taegularities]

gosh. the terribly poetic and heartbreaking nature of love that doesn't work out not because two people don't love each other, but because the world won't let them love each other. love that runs deep, but just won't work out the way one wants to. having external issues break what might be meant to be otherwise is truly pain on a whole different level.

[batbobsession]

Because this scene brings me pure joy, I re-uploaded this fic with better gifs. The first edition still had pictures obviously taken in a theatre.

Deserves a refurbishing, I think.

BatB Finale - Oneshot

Maurice never dreamed that he would end up in a place like this.

In a way, he was responsible for the scene that was laid out in front of him.  After all, he had foolishly discovered the castle and gotten kidnapped by the Beast, prompting Belle to take his place in the Beast’s horrible castle.  He could still hardly believe that the prince Belle danced with was—no, had been—the terrifying creature that locked him away for picking a flower.

He barely recognized it now, the castle, the staff, all gleaming sunlight and cascading roses, walls and windows clear and bright, couples dancing like they hadn’t done it in years.  His daughter, his fearless beauty, all dressed up in a white gown dyed and embroidered with those same red roses.  The prince, Adam, wearing a shade of blue that matched his eyes perfectly, the color of the sky, of relief, of beautiful days still waiting to be lived.

He had only struggled to paint a couple that beautiful one other time, and that was before he even moved to the village.  Before they knew about the castle, and magic, and beasts.  Before the love of his life was taken from him.

He had plenty of chances to feel envious, not just of his daughter, but of everyone else here.  The footman and the maid, for example, done up in gold and feather-white; the way they stared into each other’s eyes was something private, something only they could truly understand, but in a way, he saw it in the eyes of every couple in the room. Their love was young, like they were, yet much older than Belle and Adam’s love.  Boundless, yet unique.

Or the older couple in the corner, not dancing but singing, playing, adding more to the scene before him than he could ever hope to.  A painting couldn’t capture music, only memories of it, but he could still catch those glances full of life, love, and wonder that they exchanged between each chord.  Like they still couldn’t believe that the darkness had cleared even though they were creating their own, wonderful light with every look.  Maurice knew what that felt like; he had lived it.

Even Monsieur Jean, the potter, whom Maurice had spoken to very little before, now danced with his wife and son with a smile that completely changed the way he looked.  They were the perfect picture of a family reunited. Something Maurice could never have.

Yes, there were plenty of chances to feel envious.  But he never did, not once.  He was old, and he had lived his life.  Now it was their turn.  He was the one that would try to make something to look back on, to remember.

It was then that he glimpsed Monsieur Jean’s wife break away from the dancing and look around at all of the people gathered, her motherly gaze resting on the couple in the center of the ballroom.  Then she turned around and for a split second, their eyes met.  Something seemed to pass between them—an understanding, an acceptance.  Maurice smiled and dipped his head once.  He understood.  His song had ended, his time had passed; what would happen next was in their hands, their lives, their

love.

Maurice kept that smile as he turned to add the finishing touches.  After all, wasn’t love something to hold on to?  Wasn’t it what made the most precious of moments live on?

He would make this moment last forever, because it wasn’t just the end of an era, but a new beginning. One that would spark new ideas and changes, one that would live on and on until even time itself became familiar with its color and tune.  

A tale as old as time…yes.  

Yes, that sounded about right.

[chilapis]

I think every moment is eternal in its own right and we hold no authority to deny it that status. Even if it is a forever that will escape our memories, it’ll still exist as a forever in the history of time. In the memories of no-one but the Earth itself. In the records kept and made by no-one, where everything is stored for all time to come. No love is lost and no existence truly unacknowledged.

[quietwingsinthesky]

sometimes i think about my spn oc and how i rewrote everything about amara to interact with the story i was trying to tell about her. there were some really neat ideas in that i need to recycle for something one day. like, in the show proper, they just let amara take over a human baby and that’s fine, but amara’s not Meant To Be Here. this entire universe is one constructed in her absence. saying she can possess a human body should be like saying if you took a person and sent them to a universe where 1+1=3, they could just figure out how to function within that.

which in story took the form of Amara being something that could not be Understood, only Rationalized. a force locked outside the narrative who could only get inside and destroy things if given a role within it. by the Winchesters as A Monster To Face. by Chuck as Wayward, Unreachable Sister. and by miss oc as. simultaneously a projected creature to be saved, an amalgamation of injustices done to herself (and others) that would never be righted but could be made up for by being a part of this. and as something impossibly powerful that could be both protection and purpose.

and the Darkness wasn’t any of those things, really, but to have agency in her own story required new shackles, but ones she was always straining against. she wouldn’t fit inside the confines of a human mind, let alone a body, at least not well enough to leave it Intact. like lucifer burning through nick, but Worse. because the burns were an expected outcome of skin not strong enough to hold him. humans were built for angels, some were built better and some worse, but they’re meant to work. putting amara in human skin should disconnect the skin and mind and soul from the reality her brother built itself, i think. slowly. bit by bit.

and at the same time, i’d gone and written the kind of wild scenario you really can only write for your thirteen year old mary sue, given that spn oc the part of herald/high priestess/failed vessel. which she pursued with wild abandon like that would fix anything wrong with her <3

in the end, running alongside the borrowed family theming of the original show was my own theme of “how much self-annihilation will you accept to make your point. are you accepting it, really. or are you seeking it.” not just physically, in letting something unmake the base components of what you are as it tries to fit inside you or in it constricting and suffocating itself beyond self-recognition to get inside in the first place, but, obviously, it’s supernatural, how much selfhood do you cede to your family. is it worth it.

it was interesting, if nothing else. let thirteen year old me cook. she had ideas.

[deus-ex-mona]

happy white day, aiyuu!

[lilgynt]

honestly fine with gale as far as how he responds and feels about counter violence to the capitol like i get why katniss is like i hate how he treats innocent human beings like they’ve personally responsible for his suffering and doesn’t know about taking a life up close like she’s right but also he’s thinking big picture during a war and doesn’t help most of his thoughts about the capitol or said war are proven right - like when he’s like is it safe to have everyone gathered here at the hospital and katniss is thinking yeah this can’t be healthy or encourage healing and he’s thinking no they’re gonna be targeted bc they can’t run and are useless for capitol use and bam what happens. he’s right in his own way half the time but what annoys the fuck me about him is him being like so pushy about his feelings even when he KNOWS katniss is completely oblivious to that kind of stuff and keeps blindsiding her with it and getting mad at her for not knowing what to do with that info even with the fact that she found out at like. the worst time of her life when she was stuck in a situation she would have a very hard time getting out of safely with everyone she loves and holds it against her she cares about peeta at all and the whole you only care about me in pain and all i could think is i’ll never compete with how much pain peeta is in so i lost it’s like so you understand how katniss operates is mostly out of concern and worry romantically wise bc she hasn’t had a chance to care about this shit outside of like oh who i am hurting/killing with my choices and then are STILL like im gonna kiss her then stop bc she’s obviously not into it at the moment for the right reasons and it’s like kissing drunk i get he’s like a teenager and is a dumb shit but also leave that girl alone for the love of GOD

[itspileofgoodthings]

okay this is going to be an insufferable and niche post but the reason I’m so hard on Elyse Meyers is because we have so many similarities and such differences of purpose. Like. for both of us it goes

✔️ brunettes (curly hair)

✔️ interesting, imperfect faces

✔️ infectious laughs (eyes go all crinkly)

✔️ tons of anxiety

✔️ natural storytellers (good with words)

✔️ able to combine charm and vulnerability to awaken empathy

but we’re using those powers for very different reasons and in different ways. Every choice she makes is one I have consciously turned away from because I don’t think they’re valid choices!!!! (More thoughts in the tags)

[aeon-knight]

relistening to the trial arc makes me ILL bro /pos

its just. the way its so unfair. the way it feels so inherently wrong. how both we as the audience AND glenn learn about nicks true character, setting him up to fix these problems and properly connect with his son, only for everything to be ripped out from beneath our feet. its jarring. it feels like everything is going too fast. any shred of hope for a second chance is gone. glenn tried, goddammit it he tried, but he fucked up, and he was never given the chance to fix it. i cant express how dreadful that is, to realize your mistakes just too late, knowing full well the negative effect they had on the person you love most, right before that person as you know them is taken from you forever. you have to live every day seeing that person and thinking "you used to be mine" and knowing that your relationship will never be the same. and nothing you can ever do will change that. what the fuck.