1.12 | skin deep
A hunter blows his horn as his hunting dog attacks a beaver. Miniature from a late 13th century manuscript of the De avibus (On Birds) by Hugh of Fouilloy (ca. 1100-1172). Now in the J. Paul Getty Museum, Malibu.
Rick O’Connell: a summary
You know there are all these fanfics about Rumple and Belle in the Dark Castle where she’s like I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME and he’s like, “hells yeah!” and I’m totally into Dark Castle smut because it is my fetish and all, but at the same time this is a man who she literally chased around a table like a secretary in a 60s Playboy comic. She could have stripped off all her clothes, crawled into his bed with him in it and been like “I need you to make a woman out of me, Rumpelstiltskin” and he’d have been all “oh hey what’s up, Belle? What’s wrong? Were there spiders? Did you have a bad dream? Was the dream about spiders? Are you lost? Your room is down the hall!” and then he’d have teleported himself the fuck out of there because holy shit nekkid lady in my bed what do I do abort mission abort abort abort they did not cover this in Dark One training camp I am unprepared.
2.01 | broken
What is love?
This is perfection.
There’s a powerful wand which, uh, I came to possess. Anyway, legend says, it can recreate any magic that’s ever been wielded.
Monologuing is half the fun!