Seriously guys, I’m pretty new to the crossover thing but even I know that this guy has been shipped with everyone. EVERYONE!! So why ship him with so many people besides matchmaking being a fun pastime? Well as the matchmaking Комментарий before suggests Jim Hawkins is one of the few to end his movie single. No shame in that. But being single gives the shipping community a bit еще leeway to the possibilities on the match that would have been made with Jim because not only did Jim not have a match but its kinda fun to wonder what is his type. The shipping community here on Fanpop seems to avoid...
Rapunzel was nervous. She was about to tell her mother the biggest lie she had ever had to tell in her entire life. Such a thing wasn’t easy, especially with a strict mother like hers, who could usually see through a lie in a second. Rapunzel prayed that Elsa was as good a liar as she claimed to be.
Glancing outside at the snow, Rapunzel sighed. Why did winter have to be so cold? Elsa always claimed that the cold never really bother her, but it bothered Rapunzel, who was so fond of going about barefoot in a thin cotton dress throughout the rest of the year, when it was hot and dry. But in...
“And now, if you’ll excuse me, Archdeacon, I must give these to the Belles of Notre Dame.”
Le Jour d'Amour was everyone in Paris’ favourite holiday, and it had rapidly become Clopin Trouillefou’s too. As he stood on the steps of Notre Dame, selling the yellow Розы that were the symbol of this particular holiday, to those who would proclaim their Любовь for their partners in a matter of days, Clopin smiled to himself. Eight years ago, he had met the woman of his dreams. Well, no, that wasn’t strictly true – they had met once before that, back when he was seventeen and she only seven – but eight years назад their paths had crossed again and they had been swept up in an adventure...
Belle smiled to herself as she finished stacking the last shelfload of books. It was almost time to shut up shop, so she leaned down the ladder and addressed the small, fair haired girl sitting with her nose deep in a book.
“Angie. Angie, sweetie.”
The girl looked up. “Sorry, Mama, did Ты say something?”
“It’s nearly time to go.”
“Oh, but I’m in the middle of this great book-”
“Then Ты can take it with you. I’m sure Mr Bookkeeper won’t mind.” Belle slid down the ladder and held out her hand. “Come on, let’s go home.”