Tag: human!bell

There’s a knock on the door outside of Belle’s home, and a wrapped box waiting on her doorstep. Inside is several items covered in tissue paper; a bracelet with several loose and glittery beads on a wire string, a phone case made to look and sound like bubble wrap, and a set of headphones whose wire is wrapped in squishy foam material.

Taking the box inside and digging through the contents, Belle bounced in her seat on the couch. Jiggling the sparkling beads and feeling the texture of the phone case. 

“Oh!” jumping up suddenly, she ran to the door and flung it open. She shouted as loud as she could, “THANK YOU, SECRET ADMIRER! I LOVE YOU TOO. Okay, bye.”

Slamming the door shut again, with her cheeks flush and grin still in place, she took her new treasures to her bedroom. She ignored her dad’s strange looks from over his coffee frozen halfway to his mouth.

moanaialiki:

syx-blue:

Dropping the books to a table, Belle leaned on them heavily, “Really? Huh… who was then?”

Anything to serve as a distraction from her mind-numbing math homework. Idly she sorted her course books into piles. With a wrinkle to her nose, she pushed the calculus book off the table, then dropped the writing guide on top of it.

“I haven’t really taken much history. I sorta wanted’a but, fuck, I have a gazillion classes as it is and I don’t even know why they are making me take half of this shit,” she played with her necklace, not ever quite meeting the other girl’s eyes, “That already sound so much more fun than what I’m taking.”

“My ANCESTORS.” Moana answered simply with a small grin. “Our ancestors of the Pacific Islands were navigating and sailing across the seas way before the vikings. We used techniques with the simplest of technologies. The things my ancestors could do was amazing.”

There’s the obvious excitement in her voice, eyes LIGHTING UP at the pride and joy she felt for the RICH history that she shared with so many from the Pacific Islands. Though she would have to tone it down just a bit for the sake of Bell.

“And CALCULUS doesn’t sound that bad. But I never had much problem with MATH before.” She admitted with a small shrug. “As for the HISTORY bit, it really does DEPEND on WHEN and WHERE you’re learning from. History itself is interesting and EXCITING, but there’s a lot of frustrating and not so pleasant moments that’ve happened.”

“It’s not hard,” Belle shook her head, “It’s boooooooring,” she dragged out the word and tipped her chain back, “I already know this but they refused to let me test out of it. I only failed the classes in highschool because the teachers are assholes and the homework is stupid,” she scowled and pouted. It was just painfully tedious and pointless. She at least wanted a challenge, not busy work. The teachers never took well to her correcting them either.

“But that! That sounds really cool,” she bounced, eyes lighting up, “I’ve never even been on the ocean in a boat but Dad took me to visit the tide pools before. The ocean is so different from the lake. But I’ve been out on that a lot!” her grin split her face, happy to have a interesting thing to talk about, “What kind of stuff did they use? Like you can’t row in deep water and get anywhere… So sailing? Yeah? I’ve always wanted to go on one of those huge sail boats,” she rambled before biting her bright sparkling painted lip when she’d likely been talking too much.

Not Allowed

|| @glittergcld || Haylee ||

Belle never was one for public spaces but she’d wanted to try and get more in shape. She’d spent so long afraid to really work out for fear of bulking up too much, but now she just felt soft and flabby. Curves were good, but she’d finally gotten to the point where she could love herself. All of herself. So she found herself in the local gym.

Aerobics and leg workouts, she still avoided most of the upper body workout. When she flexed in the mirror a shadow of doubt still flashed into her head, too broad in the shoulder already. Still, she was grinning and tired as she wiped the sweat from her brow and headed to the locker room. Ear buds in she had ignored all the others while working out, but in the locker room, their eyes made her skin crawl. 

Her heart too loud, she kept her eyes down and started changing. Drenched in sweat… she glanced towards the showers. Women in various states of undress around her. The difference between them and herself would be so obvious once her loose shorts came off. 

Her hand slapped rhythmically against her thigh, fuck! It was high school all over again. Taking her head wrap off, her large volume of blue curls fell and became a shield against the world. The headphones had to come out to shower, that made it worse. Trying not to run or move too oddly, she moved towards the showers and didn’t drop her shorts till she was near the wall. As it was, she must not have been good enough at keeping her back turned. 

“The fuCK! There’s a fucking dick in here.”

Belle could feel the tears in her eyes already. Damn it, damn it! She wanted to shout at the woman to just shut up, to let her be, but her throat closed in on her. Her nails dug into her own skin as her heart hammered away. Trying so hard to just shower and get out, Belle hadn’t realized that the angry woman had gotten closer until the land landed on her shoulder.

“Did you fucking hear me?!”

Eyes flying wide, Belle yelped and pulled back hard. Her shoulder slammed back against the wall as he pulled away from the unwanted touch. Her hand pressed over the spot where she could still feel the contact on her skin.

“Are you mute or something? Hey!”

The muttered slurs echoed through Belle’s head. She’d heard them all before. Black, trans, autistic. There were so many ways for people to hate her. It was less a question of if they would and more a question of which slur it would be this time. She could fill a bingo card on bad days.

The tears were already runner down her cheeks and it had barely started. Damn! Damn! Damn it! Forcing the words out, she managed, “D-don-t.”

syx-blue asked:

A pile of books with an afro peeking out from behind sighs heavily and asks, “So what class are you regretting every life choice you’ve ever made about?” they shift and wobble precariously, “Calculous is already making me want to cry.”

@moanaialiki from here:

“Sometimes I regret taking European History at times. One time I had an ARGUMENT with a student about how the vikings technically weren’t really the first SAILORS or NAVIGATORSacross the ocean seas. Some people are just really stubborn.” She being ONE of those people, even if she was entirely right.

Dropping the books to a table, Belle leaned on them heavily, “Really? Huh… who was then?”

Anything to serve as a distraction from her mind-numbing math homework. Idly she sorted her course books into piles. With a wrinkle to her nose, she pushed the calculus book off the table, then dropped the writing guide on top of it.

“I haven’t really taken much history. I sorta wanted’a but, fuck, I have a gazillion classes as it is and I don’t even know why they are making me take half of this shit,” she played with her necklace, not ever quite meeting the other girl’s eyes, “That already sound so much more fun than what I’m taking.”