Gaston's loyal fangirls

Settled in the 18th century Paris. I should be able to get some inspiration out of this for the bimbs. Or something. 

This is such a creepy movie. ;___;

oohavemercy:

Gaston’s loyal fangirls: @Klucky

ellethebellewithnoshoeson:

thebimbettes:

It took the three blondes almost a day to get from their small village to Calais. With loads of patience and a sweet smile they managed to start and continue their trip. The landscapes passed by as the hours passed by too.

“Good thing ze…

The man scowled at the girls, frustrated in their apparent lack of nautical knowledge. “Can’t you go a furlough without chuckin’ up on me ship?” He grunted and wandered off, leaving the sisters to deal with Fleur as she tossed the rest of her meal overboard.

A few days later, things had calmed down. The captain, who’s name was Peter, returned to his jolly self, laughing and joking with the girls. It was Fleur who first spotted the town coming into view, and asked if that was London.

“Aye, that it is. Ain’t she grand? And now you can tell the world you’ve seen London!” With that, he steered his small sloop up the river, leading away from the city. Noticing the angry looks and muttered French curses under their breath, Peter shrugged innocently. “You mentioned seeing it, so now you’ve seen it. I thought it was more important for you to get to Nottingham, an’ that’s what I’m doing. Any problems, you can be let off at the next port.”

“Oh non non, it’s fine!” Desiree quickly said, her gaze fixed again on the dot that was now London. “Really. Merci for taking us to Nottingham.” Aimee added. 

~2 weeks later~

The trip with Peter hadn’t been all that bad. He was a nice and friendly guy, and he even brought them all the way to Nottingham! “Monsieur, we can’t thank you enough.” Fleur said, as her sisters brought their suitcases back on deck as they entered the harbour. “Is zere anything we can do to repay you?”