“When her kiss transforms the Beast, she is furious. “You should have
warned me! Here I was smitten by an exceptional being, and all of a
sudden, my fiance becomes an ordinary distinguished young man!“”
— the 1909 play Beauty and the Beast: Fantasy in Two Acts by
Fernand Noziere, the very first published version of the story where
the Beauty is disappointed when the Beast transforms into a human at the
end. (via corseque)
1909. This isn’t a Millenial thing. Their grannies even wanted to fuck The Beast.
Oldschool furries.
Even in Jean Cocteau’s film version, Belle’s reaction to the transformation was “Ou est ma bette?” translated: “Where is my beast?”
Belle was totally a furry.
There are certain generational commonalities when the Beast is preferred (and often, when the “Beauty and the Beast” story in general enjoys higher popularity). 1909 we see, Jean Cocteau’s film was 1946, Disney’s animated version was 1991, and now we’re thirsty for the Beast again in 2018. In all of these cases, a bunch of young people were dying in the name of old people’s dreams of profit and empire. Why thirst after humans when humans are so awful to each other? Someone who could be a violent beast but is tamed because love conquers all is far more interesting than some random French aristocrat dude.
NGL, I felt some things because of the Beast back in 91
A woman dressed as “Widowed Belgium” in a parade held demanding Lloyd George give women the right to take the place of men in munition factories, London, 1915