So a friend of mine and her younger sister (8/9 years old) love Once Upon a Time. The sister’s favourites character is Ruby and had recently been upset at her lack of storylines.
Yesterday they watched ‘Ruby Slippers’ and the whole way through the episode the sister kept telling my friend that Ruby was going to be able to give her the kiss to wake her up with Dorothy being her best friend like on frozen with Elsa and Anna’s love as sisters. Upon the kiss scene between Ruby and Dorothy her sister was delighted- my friend took this as the time to tell her the reality of Ruby’s love for Dorothy and vice Versa.
All she said was that the reason Ruby’s kiss worked was because they had a love like Snow White and charming and that they weren’t just friends anymore.
Upon this her sister squealed happily and announced that that was even better because two girls in love was far stronger than just being best friends.
That’s how easy it is to explain same sex relationships to kids.
No drama about it.
(Ps. My friends sister then proceeded to grab her wolf toy-aptly named Wolfie- and announced she needed to find her a Kansas)
He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
LISLE, Ill. — Family and friends of Sandra Bland, the Illinois woman who was found dead in a Texas jail cell, gathered Saturday to celebrate her life, even as many questioned the circumstances of her death.
Mourners, some wearing all-white clothing, others in ornate suits or colorful dresses, arrived by the hundreds in the morning at DuPage A.M.E. Church in Lisle for Ms. Bland’s wake and funeral. Just after 8:30 a.m., a hearse pulled up to the church. One woman, wearing a T-shirt that read “#SandySpeaks” — a Twitter hashtag used by activists and friends of Ms. Bland’s in recent days — became visibly emotional as the hearse arrived.
Ms. Bland, 28, was remembered by leaders at DuPage as a smart, outspoken woman who once sang in the youth choir and participated in the church’s Girl Scout unit. After graduating from college, she returned here and served on church committees, befriended the congregation’s elderly and earned a reputation as a prolific taker of selfie photos.
The authorities in Texas have said Ms. Bland committed suicide by hanging herself with a trash can liner on July 13, three days after she was arrested on a charge of assaulting a public servant and jailed in Waller County. Many at DuPage, a large African-American congregation in this predominantly white slice of the Chicago suburbs, have expressed doubts about that explanation.
The Rev. Theresa Dear, an associate minister at DuPage,had known Ms. Bland since she started attending the church as a young girl. Ms. Dear said the official account of Ms. Bland’s death clashed with her memories of an ambitious, educated Christian who was excited about the future and who had helped organize the church’s recent Women’s Day event.
“This is someone who had over 50 selfies, healthy self-esteem,” said Ms. Dear, who is also a national board member of the N.A.A.C.P. “Someone who had two job offers. Someone who just talked to her family and knew that help and rescue was on the way. This is someone who knew the Lord, and was extremely close with her church family and her sisters, her biological family.
“None of that adds up to taking one’s life or suicide.”
A few days before her death, Ms. Bland was pulled over by Brian T. Encinia, a Texas state trooper, for changing lanes without signaling. A dashboard camera video shows the encounter progressing to a disagreement over whether Ms. Bland had to extinguish a cigarette and then escalating to her being threatened with a stun gun and handcuffed as she sprawled on the ground.
She was taken to jail and charged with assaulting Mr. Encinia, 30, who was later placed on administrative leave for violating department policies during the stop.
Ms. Bland’s death has spurred skepticism and outrage on Twitter, where her name quickly became a trending hashtag invoked alongside Michael Brown, the black 18-year-old killed last year by a police officer in Ferguson, Mo., and Freddie Gray, a black man who died this year after being arrested by the Baltimore police.
Members of DuPage A.M.E. held a march in Ms. Bland’s honor last weekend, and demonstrators in Texas have protested her death.
Ms. Bland had been active online in recent months, posting videos that critiqued race relations in the country and questioned how police officers treat black people. Ms. Bland “found her voice in social media and the civil rights realm and space,” Ms. Dear said.
In one of those videos, Ms. Bland told viewers that she had depression and post-traumatic stress disorder, but had found solace in her faith. Cannon Lambert, a lawyer for the Bland family, has said relatives were not aware of any clinical diagnosis of depression or medication she was taking for that condition. Texas officials said Ms. Bland had told her jailers that she had attempted suicide in the past.
At DuPage, the dashboard camera footage and other information from Texas seemed to give rise to more questions than answers. The Rev. Morgan Dixon, a church administrator who had long known Ms. Bland, said that “I don’t buy” the official version of her death. Ms. Dixon took special issue with the trooper’s conduct during the stop.
“When I watch the official dashcam video, that could have easily been me,” Ms. Dixon said. “Sandy, to me, was calmer than I would have been. If you pull me over for something as simple as that, either write me the ticket, or don’t and be on your way. It would be very difficult to me to want to adhere to that authority.”
Still, amid local talk about the circumstances of Ms. Bland’s death, those who knew her made an effort to keep a focus on her life. This was the woman everyone here called Sandy, who grew up in the church, loved spicy foods, was a gifted player on the trombone and made her community proud by leaving Illinois for college, coming back with a degree in hand and then, just weeks ago, landing a new job far from home. (She had moved to Hempstead, Tex., about 50 miles outside Houston, for a job at Prairie View A&M University, a historically black institution and her alma mater.)
“She was just so regal in her presence,” Ms. Dear said. “She had lots of confidence.”
I designed a shirt for charity, in honor of the 100th episode of OUAT! All proceeds from the shirts will go directly to the Dave Thomas Foundation for Adoption, which seeks to match foster children with loving, forever families. In honor of our lovely and wonderful protagonist, Emma Swan! <3
Even if you can’t afford to buy one right now, please share and spread the word. It’s a nice shirt and it goes to support a truly worthy cause! If we are able to change even a few children’s lives for the better, then I say we should make every effort to do so!
Peter takes you away, and promises you safe and sound.
This imagine contains : Bullying and signs of depression. If you need me just message me .
That was always your thoughts late at night. To be honest, you were never completely happy with where you lived, sure your family was okay but you always felt left out, you felt unwanted, you just wanted something or someone to call yours. You thought long and hard at night, which led you to regret waking up in the morning , you were failing almost everything, and you had a handful of friends, but none you can really express your feelings too, which really sucked, so that’s why you felt , well honestly lost.
You were 16, and your parents always complained that you were over exaggerating, but it was the truth, and you realized that even if your own parents wouldn’t listen to you, then you really were lost.
Well one night you sat by your window, wishing there was something more, more to life, more to this.
“What if?” you thought
“What if I ran away? What if I left today?” You couldn’t stop but think and wishing you could leave, but where?
It was around 5 when you became rather sleepy and fell asleep by the window, well little did you know, that Peter Pan, he was watching you, he had been watching you, he knew you were lost, but you were a girl, and no girl has ever landed their feet on his land, his kingdom, Neverland.
He watched you sleep, you nose twitched because of the cold breeze would touch your nose,, your eyes would squint here and there because of the cold, you hair would flow through the wind just a bit, and Peter was memorized by you, he felt you were intriguing, and he wanted more, but how? Could he actually have a girl stay and live on Neverland?
He went back to Neverland, he looked for his best friend Felix, and sighed him to come to his cabin. That he did.
“What’s wrong Pan?” he came in annoyed knowing exactly what it was.
“It’s her again, I don’t know what to do!” this was the most stressed Felix has seen Peter, he was always the cocky, confident, care free type of guy, but the thought of you made his stomach tie up in a knot.
“Take her here.” Felix said.
“What if the she doesn’t like it?”
“Who wouldn’t like Neverland?” Felix said
“Girls!” Peter said
“Girls aren’t like boys, they ca’t live in a dirty atmosphere, they can’t get dirty, or wet, or hurt, all they do is whine” A older lost boy said as he entered into Peter’s cabin
“Who said you can come in?”
“Oh come on Pan, I heard everything, are we really having a girl on Neverland ? Is she hot?”
Peter looked at Felix with annoyed written all over his face.
“Reason number 2 of why I am scared to bring her here is this exactly.”
Back to you
Your alarm clock goes off “Ughhhhhh” It was school again for you, but luckily it was Friday, and spring break.
You went to school wearing converse, jeans, and floral tank top, you felt a little pretty, until you saw other girls, you felt like you were nothing compared to them, oh how you wanted this day to be over.
Lunch was here, and you were happy because you were starving, you got your food and saw your group of friends sitting down, so you went to sit next to them, you had to pass some girls, who actually didn’t like you very much, and honestly it was because you were very gorgeous, you just couldn’t see it, so what does any girl do when they’re jealous of you? They bully you, and that’s exactly what they did. They were staring and making jokes about you, they were loud, you could hear them, they talked about your hair, your face, clothes, all of it, you tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t. You went to walk to the bathroom and cry because you didn’t want them to see that they got to you, but like I said you had to walk pass them, so, they tripped you, you and your food goes flying and you hit the floor, they all start to laugh , and the whole school starts to laugh as well, tears start falling from your eyes, your friends try to help you up , but you just run for it, you run and run until you get home, thankfully nobody was home, so you ran into your room ,took a shower, then covered yourself under the blankets, and cried for two hours straight.Eventally you stopped crying and want to your favorite spot, the window.
You were dozing off looking at things on your social media, until you completely fell asleep,well little did you know Peter was watching, and tonight was the night.
He came by the window and looked at you, he looked at you up and down, and couldn’t help but study you, Peter loved to watch you sleep, not in a creepy way, but in a loving way, he felt you were at peace when you were asleep.
You felt a shove on your arm, it wasn’t hard , it was soft,”Mmmmmmm” you said in your sleep, not wanting to wake up.
“Pssst, hey love, wake up for me yeah? Psssst”
At first you thought this was your dream, but the voice sounded so real.
Peter shoved your arm once more and you knew it wasn’t a dream. You automatically woke and sat up going face to face with Peter.
Peter though you’d scream, slap him, hit him, or possibly bite him, but you didn’t, you just stared at him.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Peter, Peter Pan.”
“Well Y/n, how are you?”
“I’m terrible” You admitted and looked down wanting to cry, your eyes were so puffy from crying, there not lying and saying you were good.
“What if I told you that we could go somewhere, where you’d be safe and sound?”
“Where?” you looked at him in a confused manner.
“My land, my kingdom, Neverland.” he said as his smile grew wide.
Your eyes opened wide, “I thought there was no such place, I thought they were just made up stores.”
Peter laughed and got up “Oh love, how do you think they made the stories up in the first pace, people want to believe only what they want, I am very real, and I am here, aren’t I?”
“Y-yeah I guess you are.” scratching your head feeling a little silly.
Peter knelt down on one knee and looked deep in your eyes.
“Listen love, we don’t have much time, either you come with me or not, but I promise you, you will be much happier with me.”
You don’t know what it was but you took Peter’s hand, and you never looked back.
He took you and you started to fly away with him, lights started flashing like a photo booth, and the stars started to explode but it was okay because Peter was holding tight unto you.
Soon enough you reach Neverland, peacefully your feet hit the sand.
“Let’s go.” Peter says as he takes your hand, and with that you both shoot up to the sky’s of Neverland, and the sighting is beautiful,flying and tripping on skies, running on the air, flying through the clouds, Peter saw how harpy you were and he wanted to see more of it.he took you to the mermaid lagoon, he let you see the water fall, he even splashed you and you splashed back. You felt as if you knew him forever.
You guys totally forgot about the time, and it was sunset already.
“This is truly paradise Peter.” You looked at him.
“I’m glad you ran away with me, and I’m glad you’re happy love.”
“Oh Peter I am very happy, it’s so beautiful here.”
“Now there is just one more thing to do, we have to meet my boys.” He smirked
You get to the campsite, boys everywhere, they were banging their home made drums, sticks, music instruments that they made their self’s, and they were dancing the night away.
You hear Peter clear his throat and everyone stopped what they were doing.
“Everyone, this is Y/n, Y/n this is uhh”
Then all of a sudden all the lost boys almost tackled you excited to see a girl and they were very kind to you, wanting to tell you their names and wanting to know all about you, Peter laughed and sat back, he was very pleased at how things were going, he knew you and his boys were going to be okay.
After everything settled down and the lost boys got sleepy you got to spend some more time with Peter alone, and he was very cute, so you were very excited.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to run away, I always thought about what if I did, , what if I ran away and never looked behind, but I never did, and now I know why, because I was meant to go with you.” You turned to look at Peter, as Peter looked straight ahead, listening to every word you said, and taking it all in.
“I’m glad love, now , since I’m king, you must know, that this is my land, my kingdom, this is my Neverland, but it can be yours too.”
“How?” you asked.
“Be my queen.” he looked at you deep in your eyes and your heart starts to race and your cheeks turn red.
“Yes. My queen, and I’ll be your king, this is Neverland, as long as you are my queen nothing will harm you, you will be safe and sound, you will feel loved, cared for, and most importantly Y/n, you will never grow up , my youth is yours..” he looks you in your eyes.
You nod your head, “I would love to be your queen.”
He smiles and holds your hand, as the sun rises over Neverland.
He knows how to capture the room’s attention just by walking through the door.
In his pink polo and khaki shorts, the hideously worn down nikes on his feet, and socks pulled up until they reach the middle of his calf, no wonder rumours run wild about how many women he’s slept with. Anyone would be crazy to not want a night with him. His devilish, curly brown hair reaches his shoulders, looking as if he just spent an hour in front of a high speed fan. In all reality, the stains on his shoes gives away that he’s just coming inside from teaching golf lessons.
That’s what separates him and me. Ever since two summers ago, when he began working at Coharie Country Club, I quickly learned he was different from me. He is what my father would call “the help,” and we don’t talk to the help unless it’s to ask for more champagne. They sleep in bunks around the edge of the club grounds during the summer, whereas we lay in luxurious queen sized beds, feathers stuffed in pillows, and a private bathroom at our disposal. We sit at round tables, eating five star food as they stand waiting in the shadows for our beck and call.
If it weren’t for the name tag he wears on his chest, no one would be able to tell the difference between us and him.
A Mini AU in which a summer full of smoking, dancing, golfing, and running (away) can change the life of two society defying youth.