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Source: grace--upon--grace
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This is legitimately the cutest thing. Also, bonus:
This is one of the sweetest, most awesome things I’ve read all day.
Mama cat knew who to pick
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Pirate Diplomacy
A quick thing that I’m dedicating to @shoedonym, who had the idea of Killian threatening people while looking, well, like this.
It’s almost night time in Storybrooke. The hour between light and dark, where distances grow fuzzy and the eyes play tricks.
The thieving hour, it ought to be called. At least, in the opinion of a young criminal mastermind by the name of Jack Bradagan, who is probably given to more poetic flights of fancy than most thieves.
Storybrooke, he has discovered in the short time since he stumbled through a portal, is a very sleepy, unassuming town. The port is far less crowded than any he’s ever visited back home. In fact, at this hour, it’s all but deserted. There is no noise and light spilling from taverns beckoning sailors to drink and spend their coin, no brothel or loitering whore to be seen anywhere, no late-night gambling or merchant stalls.
He has his target. He has his crew. He also has a sword, and several knives hidden in strategic places upon his person. He takes a deep breath, then motions to the other four, and they make their way along the docks, to the lone sailing ship tied up at the pier. The Jolly Roger.
The gangplank is down. Jack leads the way up to the deck, almost giddy with excitement. The price he paid for the tip-off looks to have been worth it. It’s not nearly this easy to even board a ship back home.
“I don’t think you want to do that, mate,” says a man’s voice behind him. It’s a hard, world-weary sort of voice, a voice that has seen more than its share of thievery. It’s followed by a soft cooing sound that seems out of place. The voice goes on, “Turn around.”
Jack is already doing so. His heart is simultaneously somewhere around his knees, and trying to jump into his throat. He knows that voice, or rather, he knows what a voice like that means. It’s a voice used to giving orders. He’s heard it from many a captain, though never quite like this.
The man standing in front of him looks like he was made for thieving hour. He is dark-haired and dressed in shades of black and grey and navy, so that he seems to blend into the falling night, except for the pale skin of his face and hand. His one hand, which is currently holding a sword, the curved blade pointing at Jack. The other arm ends in a wicked curve of metal. More metal gleams at his belt: a strange-looking badge of some kind.
Strapped to his chest is a baby. Jack blinks, taken aback, but it is definitely a baby, cradled against the man’s chest, tiny hands flailing a little.
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You know that some day, David gets around to asking Emma if she ever made pancakes for Hook.
And Killian looks up sharply, first at David, then at Emma. Emma is already starting to blush. He smirks. She glowers at him, blushing a little harder.
“Uh,” she says. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” David grins at Killian. “Good, right?”
Killian’s eyes are dancing with mischief, sparing David a glance before settling back on Emma. “Oh, aye,” he says. “Excellent.”
Emma gives him a warning look.
“Told you,” David tells Emma, and winks. “Nutmeg.”
Killian makes an odd sort of choking sound, but recovers quickly. “Ah. Is that the secret, mate?”
“Killian–” Emma starts.
He turns innocent eyes on her. “Yes, love?”
She can’t say it. David is still smiling happily, Snow is enjoying the family moment, Henry is oblivious.
“You do want more, at some point, right?” she asks, pointedly.
He gets the hint, and sobers at once. “Absolutely. Yes.”
And he changes the subject, leaving David with a by-now familiar feeling, that vague, distant suspicion that he missed something important, or made some mistake that the pirate is going to exploit.
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thehornedwitch-deactivated20211
Don’t be a bookworm.
Be a bookwyrm.
Hoard books. Eat your enemies. Kill all dissenters. Terrorize the english countryside.
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nevaehtyler
thivus
I support gun grandma
We stan
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The night falls quietly, neither of them realising it until it becomes harder and harder to see the strings of lights they’re untangling. They’re too preoccupied swapping stories anyway, cross-legged on the floor, caught somewhere in between her shitty group homes and his shitty servant’s quarters.
“Traditions,” he’d told her, a question in his words when the first snow had arrived, “we don’t particularly have any.”
“I’m pretty sure we defeat some kind of monster or villain or whatever this time of the year, every year,” she’d joked.
“Aye, but…” he’d replied, not saying anything, but she’d understood it. But, he’d meant, it was different now. Eight months of no one invading town, or snatching up people she loves, or destroying public landmarks. Not even, like, a prank call. It was starting to feel normal.
And neither of them had really ever had normal.
A stable home. A family. Holiday traditions. The whole shebang.
It was a luxury she’d never thought she’d be able to afford, and then, well—
The lights were delivered in a large cardboard box, to their front door, on a chilly Friday morning. She’d ordered a lot, in her excitement. Henry spent as long as he could pulling and draping and throwing ends at Killian for him to catch like they were on a ship, getting ready to pull sails. Then he’d mumbled something about Violet under his breath and ducked out before she could ask him all the questions she’d really wanted to.
It was just them, then. Their movements slowed down after the third cup of spiced hot cocoa, and okay, maybe she had ordered way too many lights for even three people to deal with at once.
She hadn’t wanted to use her magic to assemble them, no, she’d wanted it to be normal. And because of her insistence, it is past sundown and they are only maybe halfway through with the box.
Killian pulls her back down when she gets up to switch the lights on. At her questioning look, he curls his left arm around her waist to hold her down while he drapes strings around and around and over her shoulders, her hands, everywhere he can reach.
She counters by following suit and doing the same thing to him, his carefree laughter mingling with hers, until they’ve both tangled themselves up in each other.
“Our normal, Swan,” he tells her softly, “will never be like anyone else’s.”
She takes in his words, letting realisation sink in, and with a slight furrow of her brows manages to set the lights aglow.
“I think you’re right,” she tells him, pressing her lips to his forehead in a feather-light kiss. “I like it better like this.”
“Aye, me too.”
happy CSSS, @tales-to-ease-the-winter-in! here is gift number two because ‘tis the season for cozy, comforting, domestic feelings. I hope this holiday season brings you just that and much more. Keep in touch, K <3
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i’m missing you like crazy
summary: based on this prompt: “Established long distance relationship, one of them surprises the other by showing up right before midnight [on New Years Eve].” with a side helping of vloggers au! (a mixture of angst and fluff beyond this point)
word count: ~3600
an: happy first day of au week! I probably won’t post very much this week due to juggling way too many mcs, but I hope you enjoy this humble offering that I sort of threw together last night. :)
Emma Swan sits in her favorite booth wearing her favorite slightly oversized sweater with her favorite drink at her favorite diner, across from one of her closest friends, Mary Margaret Nolan.
Mary Margaret has a sweet smile on her lips as she chats about the goings-on in her life, including but not limited to the newly acquired husband Emma had thought Mary Margaret would stop talking about post-wedding.
Turns out, love is inescapable. So is the impending feeling of sadness and guilt over her own love life.
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Murder, She Kissed
I joined the PTA when my son started at a new school and their first event was a murder mystery dinner. While I was in line at the buffet, the person in front of me collapsed. Being trained in first aid, I’m ready to give him the kiss of life.
Well, it’s up to me to open the season for @csjanuaryjoy !!!! I had another prompt picked, but I couldn’t find inspiration and @blessed-but-distressedshared this idea with me and I knew I had to write it! Thank you so much to @sambethe for the beta duties and all the love in the world to @katie-dub who created all of this!
Murder, She Kissed
From: Mary Margaret Blanchard
To: Emma Swan
Subject: Small town survival guide
Rule #1: Get involved.
Emma Swan hated the idea, but she knew Mary Margaret was right. Frankly, at this point she’d take any advice on how to adapt to small town life, even if said advice came in a two page email filled with rules, tips, best practices, and a picture of a hand drawn diagram.
So, as the newest resident of Storybrooke, Maine, she put on her big girl pants and dared to go where she had never gone before - she signed up for the school PTA. Granted, it might seem like too little, too late, with Henry almost being out of middle school. He’d be in high school in two years, begging his mother not to get involved, but for now, Emma was going to take a deep breath and do it.
How hard could it be after all?
ahhhh yes! so cute! what a way to meet!
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graceling realm ladies 🔥 💪 🔑
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Me, when I buy 24 roombas and an amazon alexa
Me: Alexa, unleash the roombas
*24 roombas emerge slowly from under my bed, consuming everything in their path*
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Katsa: you wanna fuckin' go
Po:
Katsa:
Po:
Katsa:
Po: like on a date?
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The fact that nobody is talking about Secret’s new commercials pisses me off
softwhorecore
This makes me so happy ☺️
Yesssss😭 I damn near cried
dwaynewaynejr
I LOVE THIS OMFG
tormans-space
YOOOOOOOOOOO THATS AMAZING!!!!!
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Can someone help me understand I wanna cry to ..I feel something went over my head
The woman in the bathroom is trans and is scared that if she comes out of the stall the women that walked in will insult or harass her. but when she comes out they compliment her on her dress instead. The add ends with saying “stress tested for women.” It means Secret is including trans women in their definition of women.
I have reblogged this three times now, each one mentioning the fact that Secret not only included a trans woman, but that they /had the other women compliment her dress and treat her with respect/. I will reblog this every time I see it because it’s so important. More companies should involve trans people in their marketing - we do exist. Props to Secret for getting in on this movement. It makes me really happy to see more of the trans community represented in daily television.
pokemon-professor-grey
Reblog the shit out of this
We need more positive things like this!
Okay but I did cry
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HIS NEW OUTFITS ARE LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH *faint*
OMG YES
I mean, I wasn’t worried at ALL. Robert Blackman knows his stuff, even if he’s spent more time on the sci-fi side of sci-fi/fantasy. Just look at all the Star Trek he’s done.
But then we get this
idgaf about how it fits, ARREST ME OFFICER. Colin makes it look AMAZING (and the rear view ain’t bad either).
AND THEN WE GET CASUAL KILLIAN WEARING JUST A JACKET AND TSHIRT. IT’S LIKE EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED FOR HIM.
(X)
HE LOOKS SO COMFY AND HUGGABLE AND OTHER THINGS-ABLE BUT MOST OF ALL I FEEL LIKE
AND THAT’S WHAT HE’S LIKE THIS SEASON
AND ROCKING THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF IT
I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET OFFICER ROGERS
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I’ll be on my deathbed and my last dying breath will be “could you believe this scene actu–”