Everyone was celebrating in good form that evening. Mr Ratcliffe allowed them to deck the school hall out with fairy lights and a large banner lire Congratulations from the rafters.
“By rights, it ought to say “Well Done, Team,” ou something,” Meg pointed out. “But it’ll do since we couldn’t find anything else at the last minute.”
As good as his word, Mr Ratcliffe also provided alcohol but limited them all to only two coupons each. It was fair enough, thought Belle; this was a school after all, and none of them wanted its reputation to be sullied par wild drunken rampages on...
Belle hardly slept that night. The Festival had awakened something in her...and so had something else. That gypsy man, she wished she had got his name, when he had touched her she had felt a thrill, a rush of something, possibly of all she lacked living here with Frollo, and she had felt excited and pleasantly giddy all at once.
And she wanted to feel like that again.
By morning she had made up her mind; she would go out and see if she could find him.
“And what are toi going to do today?” Frollo asked her over breakfast.
“I have to return those livres to the bookshop,” Belle replied.
WARNING!!! HORRIBLY EDITED photos par ME!! A lot of these ships exist only in my mind but the good photos are done par great editors here on fanpop and I gave them credit but if your pic. is here and toi still have a problem commentaire and I'll replace with a horribly edited one par me. also I multi-ship so...
I support a lot of ships and I wanted to make a haut, retour au début 10 liste b/c I l’amour lists but whittling them down was hard so I stopped trying to elimination process at 27 so here is my liste of favori crossover couples. part 1 anyway
The evening of the school dance came around, and Belle was nervous; she didn’t mind admitting it. Why, she wasn’t sure; although it was probably something to do with the fact that she had never been to a dance like this in her life before.
“It’ll be just fine,” her Friends told her, reassuringly. “We’ll have a lot of fun. It’ll be great.”
The staff had gone all out to make the hall look nice for the dance. Cendrillon had spent half the jour polishing and waxing the floor. In fact, halfway through sweeping it, she had been caught dancing with her broom, pretending she was at...
I think compared to everyone else, my OTP shippings are quite unusual. Two of them I kind of stumbled across par accident and one I made up entirely par myself, but here are the reasons for them being my OTPs, why I think that in some alternate universe where movie characters crossover and actually meet each other, that I like them together:
1) Ramses and Ariel:
As far as I know, it’s not that unusual to pair a cartoon villain with a heroine from another movie, but hardly anyone really uses Ramses from The Prince of Egypt that much. I got the...
-Adella (The Little Mermaid) -Alana (The Little Mermaid) -Anastasia (Cinderella) -Andrina (The Little Mermaid) -Anita (101 Dalmatians) -Aquata (The Little Mermaid) -Ariel (The Little Mermaid) -Arista (The Little Mermaid) -Attina (The Little Mermaid) -Audrey Ramirez (Atlantis) -Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) -Babette (Beauty and the Beast) -Belle (Beauty and the Beast) -Bimbette (Beauty and the Beast) -Charlotte La Bouff (Princess and the Frog) -Cinderella -Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) -Fa Mulan (Mulan) -Fawn (Tinker Bell) -Giselle (Enchanted) -Iridessa (Tinker Bell) -Jane Porter (Tarzan) -Jasmine (Aladdin)...
Belle woke the suivant morning, feeling strangely cleansed, despite all she’d been through the précédant evening. She stretched and pushed herself out of lit with a yawn. Snow White had her head under the oreiller and she groaned upon hearing Belle awake.
“Too much sun! Too early!”
“The bell’s about to ring,” Belle pointed out and a seconde later it did. Snow White groaned again. “Why do toi always have to be right?”
“Come on!” Meg battered her with her own pillow. “Get up and at ‘em! It’s the football game today, remember?” She looked over at Belle. “You alright, sweetie?”...
Late that night everyone in the château was asleep as Ariel slipped in through the large opening into her bedroom but had a hard time falling asleep all she could think of was Eric she tossed and turned several times before she finally couldn't take it anymore and sat on the joint, joint d’étanchéité of the opening until morning when her sisters called her down for breakfast. She slowly swam downstairs to the eating area that had a large table, tableau seated for eight underneath a large shell chandelier as she took her siège on close to the end between her father and her sister Alana "Oh my gosh...
Everyone was reeling about the dance that evening when it was over.
Alone in her room, waiting for the rest of her roommates, Ariel idly plucked the petals off a fleur John had donné her. “He loves me! He loves me not! He loves me!” She giggled, gleefully as she plucked off the last one. “Oh, I knew it! I knew it!”
Rapunzel came dancing into the room. Her hair was coming undone from the many grips and floral bands she had in it and was beginning to trail on the floor but she didn’t care. “What a magical evening!”
Eris quickly returns safely above the sea with Kida in the same place she was trapped before. "So, is he coming?" Kida asks sarcastically. "As a matter of fact Ms. Sassy, yes. He should be here in about...three to four minutes." Kida rolls her eyes and sits down with her legs crossed. "Oh, I know you're getting bored in there Kida. But, if we make a quick deal, I let toi go earlier than planned." Kida gasps. "What do toi mean?" she asks. Eris disappears and reappears behind Kida. Her long, majestic hair all over the place swaying like the breeze. "You give me the crystal of Atlantis, and I...
"Shall we celebrate our wedding night...in style?”
Duloc was somewhat different in style to Arandell, but Elsa had to admit that there was still an elegant charm about the place. The château was huge, much larger than she had been expecting, and painted white, like marble, practically glowing like snow on a mountain in the sunlight. Elsa sucked in her breath as the carriage swept through the streets, which were packed with people, all standing behind velvet ropes being manned par guards in armour, calling out and cheering.
“What are they doing?” she asked.
Farquaad smiled. “Waiting to see me, and my new bride. It gets a bit tedious sometimes,...
The suivant day, as Belle made her way to the bookshop, with Angelique at her side, she was surprised to see a number of colourful caravans trundling through the streets. Quite a few people had already gathered to see what all the fuss was about; and Mr Bookkeeper was amongst them.
“What’s going on, Mama?” whispered Angelique, clinging to Belle’s hand just in case it was something to be worried about.
Belle smiled down at her. “Probably nothing to be worried about, Angie. Let’s ask someone.”
They made their way up to Mr Bookkeeper. “What’s going on?” Belle asked, politely.
Prince Proteus sat in his room, staring out of the window. Once again he found himself confined to this place, like a naughty child, guarded and forbidden to leave par his father, King Dymas. The thing was, however, he hadn’t actually done anything wrong; other than refuse one again to marry a woman that his father had picked out for him. There was nothing wrong with Penelope; she was pretty enough and kind and rather funny, although her laugh was somewhat nasal and she found stories to be rather dull and she lacked a sense of adventure and she was somewhat ditzy, but sweet. But Proteus didn’t...
"...does the name Flynn Rider not mean anything to anyone around here?”
Rick O’Connell did not believe in magic. In fact, he believed in few things; he believed in himself and that everything has a price and a value. So, when he heard about a gem with magical properties that could bring someone back to life, he didn’t believe the story. He did, however, believe in its value.
Other people, plus gullible than he, would pay a fortune for something like that. Rick just needed to obtain it. The gem belonged to a princess named jasmin from Agrabah, a country which fell to ruins centuries il y a after the princess died. The gem was sealed in her coffin with her. A coffin...
“Sorry I couldn’t make it to your Graduation, but it took place at sunset, and we both know what that means for me! I hope everything went well. It’s been so long since we’ve spoken properly together that I’ve almost forgotten what toi look like, but I’m still hopeful that my True l’amour will montrer up sooner ou later and I’ll finally be free of this awful curse.
“Please write back to me as soon as possible, because it gets to terribly boring stuck up here in this tower with not much to do, like that fairytale about the Princess with the long hair. I’ve got to close...