and if you like those things then jen is like all of them combined

We talk with Toby Froud about Netflix's upcoming Dark Crystal prequel!

Yesterday, the faerie community, and indeed all those who love beautiful and fantastical storytelling, received momentous news when Netflix officially announced their upcoming project, slated to begin filming in fall. A prequel series to the beloved 1982 Henson/Froud film, The Dark Crystal, it will run for ten episodes and include state-of-the-art puppet creations from the imaginations of our own friends and Faerie Magazine contributors, Brian and Toby Froud. The series is called The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance, and our minds are racing with guesses as to what characters and stories might be included.

The original film, The Dark Crystal, featured a world imagined by renowned fairy artist Brian Froud (conceptual designer) that was a surreally accurate three-dimensional recreation of his artwork. Froud’s imagination combined flawlessly with Jim Henson’s vision and skill, and the film is now considered a fantasy masterpiece. With Jim Henson’s Creature Shop and Brian and his impressively-skilled puppeteer and artist son, Toby, involved in the project, we have no doubt that the project will be a rousing success.

Deputy Editor Grace Nuth was able to give Toby Froud a quick phone call to ask him some questions about the project.

Faerie Magazine: How hard has it been to know this project was happening and not be able to share it?

Toby Froud: We’ve been on this around five weeks or so. When people have asked us “will Dark Crystal ever happen again” and things like that, my mom and I have had to keep quiet, and say “well, possibly,” and things like that.

FM: Way back at the first Faeriecon, your parents were guests, and announced the possibility of another feature film, so this has been a long time coming.

TF: It has! The idea of doing a sequel has been kicking around for twelve years or so. They did the Power of the Dark Crystal stuff for this big sequel feature, and it never really got off the ground. But then after the resurgence from the Hensons doing all of these competitions, [ex: Jim  Henson’s Creature Shop Challenge on SyFy] and having the fan base be what it is today, it just so happened that they caught the idea doing of a prequel, using all of the writing and lore of the world that now exists in recent years. Netflix said yes, so it became this idea that the Hensons would think in a different way, a prequel instead of a sequel. And now here we are.

FM: Were you and your father directly approached by Netflix, or by the Hensons?

TF: By the Hensons. It’s a Henson-Netflix production. We are a part of the Hensons’ development to build the creatures and world under management of Netflix.

FM: You and your father have worked together in creative capacities informally throughout your life. Was the creation of “Granny” for Lessons Learned the first time you had him create a creature, and you then translated it into a three dimensional puppet?

TF: It was, for a film together. We certainly have done a lot of puppets…Ignatz [Toby’s Froudian puppet, seen at many fairy events like Faeriecon] was my father’s design, and my creation. But Granny was our coming together for film.

FM: Do you anticipate the creations on this Dark Crystal project happening similarly, with him creating the concepts and you interpreting those concepts in three dimensional puppets, or do you and your father plan to work together to create the concepts as well?

TF: We are doing both. What’s very interesting is I am working alongside my father right now in the conceptual designs. I am translating his designs still as well, into three dimensional forms. What is bigger and is the amazing part is the translation of them into puppets. My father and I are giving them these characters; we are developing these ideas with the Hensons…and Louis Leterrier, and Lisa Henson and my father and I are figuring this out, creating this visual. Then the team of the Jim Henson’s Creature Shop, this amazing team, are creating the puppets for us.

FM: Has work already begun on pre-production?

TF: I am in the studios in L.A.! I’m working with them on a daily basis, designing and also fabricating with them. Then my father is in England, and he is designing from there. So work has begun fast and furious!

FM: Of course you can’t tell us anything about new creations, but what is your favorite type of creature in the world of the original Dark Crystal film? Are there any that you are especially eager to bring to life?

TF: Ooh…That is a tough question. I love them in different ways: To revisit all of the Skeksis…To be able to build a Mystic again, things like that. To be able to envision in the new world with new technology and modern times, bringing these creatures up to date in certain ways. I am so excited to see Aughra on screen as well. So that sort of thing is what I can’t wait for. I’m excited to see the new creatures of the world and also the expansion of the world itself. And then we are revisiting certain things of the old world too…that’s what I’m excited for.

FM: Will your mother be assisting on this project as well, or just a father/son duo?

TF: Wendy is certainly consulting on this, especially with the Gelflings, because she did Jen and Kira originally. So I’m working closely with her and also my father. But she was the sculptural designer for those, and so she’s invaluable to our new process.

FM: How does it feel creating a large-scale work that your young son can grow up watching, just as you watched Dark Crystal and Labyrinth growing up?

TF: It’s…I mean it’s amazing. Beyond amazing. This project is very interesting because it’s a legacy. It’s a dream to do this. What is fascinating is that I am the same age my father was when he started The Dark Crystal. So what’s really interesting is that that’s coming to light. It’s wonderful that I get to work with him and the Hensons on this thing. It’s far more than just another project. And yes, to continue that, and to have my son grow up and see this project eventually. It’ll be interesting.

There’s a lot of pressure from fans and from the world. We’re trying. And what will be wonderful is actually the new: the new ways, new look, new feel. The director coming in and putting his vision into this, and the producing team, and Netflix. It’s quite an interesting and wonderful marriage. I think it will benefit, in a lot of ways. I’m excited to see what director Louis Leterrier does: bringing the camera to life in new ways I think the audience will really enjoy.

Netflix is an amazing juggernaut of a company that has great creative taste in what they’re providing the world, and things to come. It’s brilliant. A very clever match.

Watch That Blonde Hair Swing

A/N: Yes. Hello. My name is Liz and I had really bad writer’s block for most of the year, but I finally kicked that sucker’s ass. Also I gave Emma Charming-Swan-Jones a haircut because I could. And also because I still have nightmares about those horrible extensions they made Jen wear her last episode. So here have some Emma Haircut fic with a side of CS Domesticity. (Also, please be gentle LOL) Xx

Summary: A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. Or so Emma’s heard before.

Words: 2,177| Rating: FD for Fluff with a side of Domesticity | ao3

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

Or so Emma’s heard before. From some beauty influencer or other. Audrey Hepburn, maybe? That doesn’t sound right, though. Miranda Priestley? No, no, she was the uptight, no nonsense boss from that one movie her mother made her watch during one of their girls’ nights. Oh! Coco Chanel? That sounds vaguely familiar, she’ll have to check to be sure but regardless of who said it, she has to admit they were on to something.

She can’t even remember the last time she’s done something this…drastic. She’s worn her hair long for as far back as she can remember, only trimming it when needed to maintain its health. It’s definitely a change, she muses, pursing her lips while she contemplates her image in the rearview mirror of the bug for what feels like the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. Her head moves slowly from one side to the other and she feels both the twinges of regret and the excitement of something different, something new. It was a rash decision, if she’s going to be honest, a last-minute tack-on to her mental to-do list when she’d gone into town to run a few errands late into the morning.

The salon was just there, across the street from the market, and after tucking the groceries away in the backseat of her car and tracing the outline of scissors on the illuminated sign with her eyes over and over – her fingers drumming persistently on the top of the door all the while – she’d finally said, screw it, slammed her door shut, marched straight into the shop, and announced that she’d like a haircut, thank you very much.

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Fries, Wine, and Bubble Bath

A little CS honeymoon fic, inspired by Jen, the queen of our ship.

Rated M. Also on ao3

She dips her fingers in the water to test the temperature. Nearly scalding, just how she likes it.

“You know,” Killian murmurs sidling up behind her, wearing nothing but his boxers, pressing himself against her from head to toe and wrapping his arm around her front, tangling his fingers in the ties of her robe. “This has to be one of my favorite things about your realm.”

“What? Did you not have robes in the Enchanted Forrest?”

Maybe if she thought a little harder, she would have realized that wasn’t what he was talking about. But he always comments on how much he fancies this realms fashions, especially the undergarments. And her brain has been thoroughly jumbled by their earlier activities so she doesn’t beat herself up too hard for the comment.

“No, love,” he chuckles into her throat, sending a shiver down her spine, nosing at the fabric of his robe against her shoulder. “The water faucet. Bathing was such a tiring affair, especially aboard the Jolly, heating the water and transferring it. It’s magical to be able to simply turn a nob until you’re satisfied. And there was nothing nearly as delightful as these bubbles.”

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Bojack Horseman MBTI

Bojack Horseman: ESFP [The Performer]

Bojack is an unhealthy ESFP to no one’s surprise. His dominant Extraverted Sensation (Se) drives him to be in the moment often not thinking of the consequences of his actions. He is after enjoyable experiences, but easily gets bored and is dissatisfied when the buzz of the experience, the initial excitement, quickly fades. He is action-oriented and doesn’t think about the meaning of what he is doing till after he has done it. This comes from his dominant function, but also his inferior Introverted iNtuition (Ni). This inferior function keeps poking at him to ask questions about his lifestyle and overall his general happiness. He keeps trying to answer these questions with more life experiences, looking for something outside of himself to make him happy. 

His Ni constantly haunts him trying to push him to look inward, which he should but needs to use his secondary function Introverted Feeling (Fi) to do so. Instead we see a rude and selfish Bojack with his tertiary function Extraverted Thinking (Te) running amok. He wants everyone around him to view himself and what he is doing at any given moment as their top priority without giving them anything in return. This has left his Fi to go underdeveloped and is the reason he looks for admiration from others from his career and needs people to like him. He wants to be liked for his actions and needs awards, but clearly this form of approval is short-lived for Bojack. This is because he is looking for approval and for the world around him to gain happiness, but until he develops his Fi looking inward at himself and what he can do for himself and others, he will always only have stints of true happiness. 

We do see Bojack develop his Fi in bits when he is true to himself. We see this when he was filming the original Secretariat with Jennings. But again he looked too outside of himself and ran away. He always thinks with his Se, thinking something in his environment is what makes him unhappy or someone else is doing it to him; but he must look inward to find that happiness that he seeks. 

Diane Nguyen: INTP [The Thinker]

Diane’s dominant Introverted Thinking (Ti) makes her skeptical of everything. She has a hard time coming up with her own ideas, but always knows what doesn’t work. This makes life quite hard for Diane. But her Ti is what makes her focused on systems and her secondary function Extraverted iNtuition (Ne) pushes her to focus on more ideas and intentions behind society. This is what makes her such a critic of, well, everything. She lives in the nuances of situations and constantly finds herself trapped in these nuances seeing hypocrisy not only in society, but in herself. Her inferior function of Extraverted Feeling (Fe) directs her Ti-Ne to analyze society, it peaks this interest. But because it is inferior and she is uncomfortable with this function she is only comfortable in her criticisms. She is not comfortable blending into social situations or her personal relationships. 

Her inferior Fe is what makes her struggle with both Bojack and Mr. Peanut Butter. For her, the truth of ideas is often more important than her personal relationships and her obligations to the people in her life. She always puts ideas above the people in her life. We see this in the book she publishes without much regard for Bojack’s feelings. Yes, she does care, but she opts for the truth of the writing possibly over her friendship. We see this with her marriage a lot as well. She loves Mr. Peanut Butter but puts her career first and desires personal freedom from her relationship with him. She struggles with her Ti independence and her responsibility to the people she cares about. She doesn’t want her relationships to define her. She is in constant Ti-Fe conflict. 

She then isolates herself from the people she cares about and who care about her. She uses her tertiary function of Introverted Sensation to uphold her inner world instead of seeing herself objectively. As soon as she feels people aren’t approving of her (Fe) she hides within herself so they have nothing to disapprove of. Her Si just backs her Ti criticisms more and make her more anti-social and critical about the world around her. This is why Bojack always says Diane thinks she is better than everyone else. She doesn’t think she is better than everyone else. She simply becomes critical and puts others and the environment she is in down so she doesn’t have to worry about rejection from these elements. If the elements are inferior then who needs their approval and appreciation. Deep down she wants acceptance just as much as Bojack or Mr. Peanut Butter.

Mr. Peanut Butter: ENFP [The Champion]

Mr. Peanut Butter lives in a world of ideas and possibilities with his dominant Extraverted iNtuition (Ne). He is always looking for a new future, a new idea to get behind. But like all dominant Ne users he struggles to stick to any one idea and follow it through. Combined with his secondary Introverted Feeling (Fi) it almost doesn’t matter at times that the well intended plans never come to fruition. This is due to his Fi focusing him on people, aka people possibilities. He sees potential in people around him and likes to help them reach their goals. He sees this in the underdogs (pun intended). Fi often is more focused on those that society forgets, on individuals. 

This is why he sticks around with those that may not help him personally flourish including Diane, Bojack, and Todd. Just the title for ENFP suggests he is their champion, cheering them on and seeing potential in them that others don’t see in them. Despite Diane’s self doubts he sees a smart woman who does genuinely care about others. Peanut Butter sees the goodness deep down in Bojack that no one else does. He also sees the intelligence and potential to succeed in Todd. 

Mr. Peanut Butter isn’t perfect though. he suffers from the same thing that Bojack does with a secondary Introverted Feeling (Fi). He seeks the approval of others. He needs people to like his ideas and uses Ne to adapt for others making many promises that are too broad, stretching himself too thin. Hence why we see him stretched between his job and Diane a lot of the time. He likes the approval from audiences and productions, but struggles to have Diane approve of his ideas and what he is doing. He needs both Diane and his career peers/audiences to approve of him and what he is doing. His Fi while making him likable is his downfall as he needs everyone to like him and what he is doing, so his plans often don’t work out cause you can never do something that pleases everyone. 

Princess Carolyn: ESTJ [The Executive]

Princess Carolyn doesn’t care for anyone’s feelings in the sense that she sugar coats nothing. This comes from her dominant function of Extraverted Thinking (Te). She deals in a linear logical world. Point A will lead to point B. She thinks everyone should fall into this line of thinking. There are rules in society we all follow: being on time, following a schedule, if you work hard you will succeed, etc. She believes everyone should respect these obligations. Her logic being focused outward makes her great at planning the lives of others and organizing things on their behalf. Combined with Si she loves to handle the logistics and details for others. This is what makes her such a great agent and possibly a great manager. Her Te dominance makes her social, but she doesn’t care to socialize or meet anyone’s approval. She is there to do her job, not be liked.

Her secondary function, Introverted Sensation (Si), makes her a feline of action and resourceful. She deals with what was and is, the future is unpredictable. Her Te helps her prepare for the future, but her Si drives her to make actions on what she knows, on the data that she has. Sometimes this makes her jump the gun on some negotiations that maybe she shouldn’t. For her a bird in the hand in better than two in the bush.  She also wants to be judged on her actions and performance, on her own merit. If people don’t appreciate her hard work, she moves on creating new positions for herself, because she knows her own worth. 

Her focus on others as an agent, organizing the lives of others is a strength, but it leaves little room for herself and her personal life. As a Te dominant with Introverted Feeling (Fi) as her inferior function she has one of the strongest abilities to keep her professional/public life separate from her personal. We see this instantly in the pilot episode when she keeps dating Bojack and being his agent separate in the most bazaar of ways, not having any issue with it. Her journey is struggling with these two selves that we see the most at the end of season 3. She loves her private life but she needs work to thrive and be passionate about. Finding this balance is difficult for her.

Todd Chavez: INFP [The Dreamer]

Todd Chavez has such a subjective view of the world. This is his dominant Introverted Feeling (Fi) guiding him and his perspective. He doesn’t categorize anything but bases everything on if it works or doesn’t, is it good or bad. He doesn’t lead with logic, but what he feels, his gut feelings. Todd is clearly Fi dominant and not extraverted as he doesn’t let the outside world influence his choices or who he is. He doesn’t define himself by his objective place in the world as a homeless guy with no direction. He doesn’t let his environment control him. Instead he always makes sure whatever he does vibes with his inner feelings. 

As an INFP Todd is constantly questing to find his meaning in the world. He moves from idea to idea trying to find the right fit. His inferior function Extraverted Thinking (Te) makes it hard for him to find a fit typical in society, because he doesn’t want to lose himself in his job (Fi).

His secondary function of Extraverted iNtuition (Ne) is what makes him so imaginative. He prefers to play with ideas than what actually is. We see this in his creation of Disneyland and his many other schemes. He isn’t one for practicality. His Ne makes him preoccupied beyond what is, but the intentions behind things. This is what makes him so pure of heart when contrasted with the other characters. He punishes himself for even having a bad intention behind a good deed. It isn’t about the result but the meaning behind an action that is important. He is never mad at Bojack’s direct actions, but mad at the meaning and implications behind it all. This also drives him to hope others will see past the surface and understand him without him making anything about himself explicit. This is part of his constant disappointment with his friendship with Bojack, because Bojack is too in his own self to notice the things Todd thinks Bojack should notice. 

Book Smart

I am a voracious reader, always have been.  I discovered the “Supernatural” books years ago gathering dust at my favorite second-hand bookstore and purchased the whole series for $10.  I’ve always been a fan of paranormal stuff so they were right up my alley.

The books were chock full of monsters, ghosts, and demons but I found myself more drawn to the complex relationship between the two brothers, Sam and Dean.  My relationship with my own sister was difficult and the lengths Sam and Dean were willing to go for each other intrigued me.

I read those books over and over.  The spines grew bent, and the pages tattered, but when my work at the hospital made me sad and drained me, Sam and Dean were there to take me away.

When I heard they were making the books into a TV series. I have to admit I was pretty skeptical.  I couldn’t imagine any show would be able to get Sam and Dean right.  Especially Sam. I had such a thing for him.

That combination of strength, intelligence, vulnerability, and faith just did it for me.  He had been through 10 lifetimes worth of pain and damage but he was still determined to do the right thing.

So when the show premiered I watched but didn’t expect much. But it was good.  And I kept watching.  It was Sam and Dean from my beloved books.  This Eric Kripke guy had gotten it right.  

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Banana Split, part 2

You wanted it and you got it. Part 1 can be found here

You received your eighth email of the day, congratulating you on the success of your open house event. It had gone fantastically; you managed to sort out all the issues in time (your favourite chair arrived an hour before you were due to open the doors), and everyone thought it looked superb. Your combination of rich colours and muted notes, patterns and plains, had been highly complimented and there where loads of journalists and interior decorators still contacting you for quotes and information. Your boss was thrilled with you, and had hinted that your yearly review would be a pleasant experience all round.

You sat back on the sofa and huffed miserably. You should have been over the moon with all the praise, your hard work had paid off, but you couldn’t help but feel like the sacrifice wasn’t worth it. You tossed your phone aside and put Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet on. You’d been crying solidly for the last two days, why stop now?

It had finally hit you that Jack was gone. Before the event you had thought he was just staying away till after it was over to give you some space. Both being stubborn, neither had tried to get in contact with the other, so you’d had no reason to assume he wouldn’t come back. You had been desperately lonely without him, sure, but you’d thrown yourself into the last few days of preparation and plastered a smile on your face on the day, so hadn’t allowed yourself the time to think about him. But when he didn’t show up to the event, or come home the next day, you started to fear that you’d screwed things up for good. You been up half that night crying, torturing yourself and raking over every word you’d exchanged with Jack, every fight, every venomous comment. You finally cried yourself to sleep, and moped about in bed for half of the next day. You eventually got up at 2 o’clock in the afternoon and trudged to the corner shop in your pyjamas for lots of chocolate, ice cream, and a few bottles of wine. You hadn’t consumed anything else, apart from tea, since. You’d never hated yourself more. Jack was the best thing in your life, you loved him more than you could comprehend, but somehow, you’d managed to push him away. You fucked things up so royally that he up and left, and it looked like he wasn’t coming back. You tried calling him 57 times. When you went to leave a voicemail the words dried in your throat and all you could manage to splutter out was “Ummm, I- um… Jack…” before hurriedly hanging up. You’d broken down into guttural sobs again after that.

Throughout the movie you blubbered, a pile of tissues growing on the sofa beside you. You spooned ice cream lazily into your mouth and moaned throatily when the titular characters finally lay in eternal sleep, side by side in a candlelit church. You were an absolute wreck. When your phone rang, the sound sharp in the lonely room, you jumped and rushed frantically to pick it up. Finally, finally, it must be Jack calling you back. You located the source of the noise but your heart sank when you saw the caller ID – it wasn’t Jack, it was your sister Jenny. You answered the phone to hear her bubbly voice greet you.

“Hi Y/N, it’s Jen.”

You mumbled a hello.

“I just wanted to hear how your work thing went, did it work out?” she chirped.

“Yeah it went really well thanks,” you murmured morosely.

“Aren’t you happy about it then?” she queried.

“Thrilled. I think Jack and I have broken up.”

You heard her gasp before gushing, “Oh love, I’m so sorry! What happened?”

You proceeded to explain to her everything that had gone on over the last month, battling the tears constantly, and losing. She sighed sympathetically when you finished, and offered her condolences. “So how do you feel?” she ventured.

“Completely shit, unsurprisingly. I can’t believe I messed this up.”

“Hey now, don’t be too hard on yourself. It sounds like he was being a bit of a dick to you.”

“Only because I made his life miserable! I told him it would be better if he wasn’t there, Jen. I said those words. I pushed him away.”

You broke down again and it was a good few minutes before you could get any words out, your sister trying to comfort you the whole time.

“Right, that’s it,” she said decisively, “I’m coming to say with you for a few days.”

“But what about the kids?”

“Matt can look after them, they’ll be fine. Right now, you need me more.”

She hung up not long after to make plans for her visit.

Jenny arrived that evening with a bag of proper food and a hug. You rushed into her arms and let her hold you. Being older, she had always been a source of comfort to you and she somehow knew the right thing to say at any given moment.

“You poor chicken,” she purred, stroking your head.

It didn’t take her long to switch into action mode. One look at you and the apartment told her all she needed to know about how deep your funk was. She ushered you off to have a bath, running it for you and tossing bath-bomb in. The water eased your aching bones – everything ached – and the perfume that lingered in the air breathed freshness into your lungs. You washed your hair and tried to stand a little taller when you got out. I didn’t do much but you looked a little less like a hobo. You came out of the bathroom to find that Jenny had cleaned all the empty wrappers, cartons and bottles, as well as the tissues, away. She had put clean sheets on your bed and had a homemade lasagne in the oven that she’d brought with her. She handed you a cup of tea and you sat at the kitchen table with it, expressing your thanks.

You ate the food in relative quiet, Jenny attempting to make small talk but finding an unwilling recipient. You ate the food, enjoying a substantial meal for once rather than wine and chocolate. A headache thumped inside your head so you popped a few paracetamol and gulped some water down thirstily.

“When was the last time you got out of this apartment?”

“Wednesday,” you mumbled.

“Y/N that was three days ago!”

You shrugged, not knowing what to tell her.

“Look, I know you’re devastated but you have to take care of yourself,” she said, placing a loving hand on your arm.

You nodded slowly as fresh tears stained your cheeks. “I thought was going to marry him Jen,” you sniffed.

“We all did, love. We all did.”

Jenny stayed for the weekend, encouraging you to eat properly and get outside. She even managed to drag you out to a café for lunch and you wandered round an art gallery for the afternoon. In every painting you saw your broken heart. By Sunday evening she had to go, to get back to her husband and children for the start of the new week. You were due to into work, having been ‘working from home’ for the last few days, which you were completely dreading. The thought of seeing people, your colleagues, and pretending to smile and thank them for their compliments, made you sick to the stomach.

“I don’t know if I can do it, Jen,” you mumbled as you hugged her goodbye.

She pulled away and held you firmly by the shoulders, “Of course you can. You’re a tough nut Y/N, always have been, you can do anything. It’s gonna suck but you’ll get through it.”

You nodded, unconvinced, but smiled a little as she kissed you on the cheek and said a final goodbye before heading out the door.

You sat, alone again, in your apartment. The craving to hold Jack in your arms, to kiss him and tell him how much you love him, suddenly overcame you. You sprang to your feet, needing to find some piece of him, some memory to cling onto. You ran to the bedroom and rooted through the drawers. He had taken a bag of clothes and toiletries with him when he left, but pieces of him were scattered everywhere. You pulled out an old hoodie of his; it was worn and frayed in places but his familiar scent clung onto it, deep and rich and luscious. You put in on, wrapping yourself in the ghost of him. You put a playlist of love songs on and took a cardboard box out from under the bed. You placed it on the mattress in front of you and, taking a deep breath, opened it. It contained two years’ worth of memories: ticket stubs, polaroids, scraps of napkin covered in scribbled stanzas or lyrics from love songs, stolen hotel keycards from weekends away, pressed flowers from the first bouquet he ever bought you, a page ripped from a book that he once read out to you and had made you both cry, snippets and snapshots of the life you had built together. You took each item out one by one. You held it, noticing the texture, how worn or tatty it was, reminiscing over the memory that it elicited, grieving for the lost opportunity to make more. The unbearable sadness hung heavily over you, like a black cloud, casting you in shadow. You cried silently until you reached a photograph near the bottom. It was a little shabby around the edges, but the colours glowed from it, bright as ever. It showed you and Jack, sat on a bench, giggling at some long-forgotten joke. He has his arm around you and your head rests lazily against his chest. Your eyes are closed but his are fixed firmly on you, drinking in the sight of your joy. You looked at the photo and saw love. You lingered on it for a long time as twilight crept into the room. Tears dripped from your eyes, one landing heavily on the photograph. You turned it over and saw Jack’s handwriting scrawled over the back, saying ‘On the bench where we met, one year later’. You had gone back on your first anniversary and asked a stranger to take a photo of you. You remembered Jack making you laugh just as it was taken, his usual sarcastic humour never failing to send you into hysterics. For a moment you felt a golden glow illuminate your insides and your heart sang a soft melody from a time long ago. But the crushing reality of your loneliness soon returned and that black cloud rained all over the hope burning in you.

A lone moment of clarity descended upon you as the urge struck to go back to that bench. It was in London, in a park only ten minutes’ walk from your flat. You pulled on a pair of boots and a fluffy coat over Jack’s jumper, grabbed your keys, and left before you could come to your senses. It was a cold autumn night and you were a woman walking alone in the dark in London. It certainly wasn’t one of your better ideas, but you marched purposefully along the quiet streets none the less.

When you got to the park your feet took you in the right direction, your body remembering the exact spot more than your mind did. But when you saw it, there was someone already sitting on it. You faltered, as you hadn’t anticipated the possibility of having company. You almost turned around and went home again, but something drew you closer. The figure sat, elbows resting on knees, shoulders hunched and head hanging down. As you got closer you saw it was a man, tall by the look of it. He had what you guessed was blonde hair, but it was illuminated with dusky grey in the moonlight. You took a few more steps and felt a desperate loneliness radiating off him.

“Jack?” you ventured, your voice sailing across the quiet night.

His head snapped up and you saw the face of the man you loved, so familiar but painted with a sadness that was alien to you. His usually bright eyes were a deep blue-grey and his laughter lines had been replaced with threads of grief etched deeply into his skin. You rushed to him as he stood to meet you. You leapt into his arms and flung yours around his neck. You clutched each other tightly, silently breathing each other in and revelling in the comfort of your lover.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” you muttered, like a prayer.

You felt him shake his head and his chest hummed as he murmured, “Me too.”

You held his face, warm against your icy fingers, and felt stubble there – he clearly hadn’t been looking after himself either. He looked shattered in every sense.

“I didn’t mean it, all that shit I said. I want you with me, always. Please, don’t leave me Jack, please, please…”

He kissed your forehead and you felt a teardrop land there, “I’m righ’ here. I’m no’ goin’ anywhere, I promise.” You looked up to see him sobbing too.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, curious.

“I’ve been here every night. At first I just wanted to come and sit, and think. But I guess I’ve been waitin’ for ye, hopin’ ye’d come back too.”

“I called you… so many times.”

He nodded sadly, “I couldn’t bear to hear yer voice. I thought ye were going to tell me ye wanted to end it for good, or ask me to move my stuff out. I thought if I didn’t pick up then I could cling onto ye for a little longer. I know it’s daft…” His head dropped, but you slipped your fingers beneath his chin and pushed him to meet your eyes again. “When I heard yer voicemail, listening to ye, Y/N, I crumbled.”

You hovered your lips above his, brushing against them ever so softly. You felt him sigh into you, and you kissed him, tenderly.

“I want you, for the rest of my life,” you breathed.

“It’s no’ gonnae get any easier.”

“I don’t care. If the last few days have shown me anything, it’s that I don’t want to live in a world where you aren’t mine. The tough times are worth it for how happy you make me. For better or for worse, right?”

He smiled into your neck before kissing you there. “Right… I love ye.”

You kissed him again and smiled, “I love you too.”

mc-murphy-80  asked:

Marc said he could never kill Thea being the last relative of Oliver. On Felicity said she would never wear a suit because she is already a hero, a costume would make her laugh. Made this clarification. I also think that Felicity might be dead or go back with a lesser role. MG when asked if Emily had signed the contract he replied that he was discussing. It came up months ago. And if Emily no longer had a contract as regular, but just as a recruiter, like Willa in s5. That's what I'm afraid of

No, MG confirmed to Jen in one of their talks which she shared with us that they’d never kill off Felicity (correct me if I’m wrong in remembering that @jbuffyangel  ) . I’m pretty sure I’ve read it in other interviews with him as well. MG has repeatedly said they are not going to kill off Felicity. He even laughs at the very suggestion because he knows he’s built their entire show around Felicity. Arrow was struggling before introducing Felicity. With her they found their feet. They have freely admitted that over and over and over and over again. You don’t kill off the thing which saved your show. You just don’t. And you don’t put them in the back seat and reduce their role. Not unless EBR asked them too, but again, they wouldn’t have continued to build Oliver’s story around her if that was the case. 

Look, I made the call early on about LL being killed, because I could see it clearly coming with how they were writing her out of Oliver’s story. If you’re not linked to Oliver’s story and don’t have anything going on with your own, and there is someone that is being set up as having both of those things, then you have to worry about that character. Felicity is the total opposite. She is at the heart and core of Oliver’s story. They haven’t moved away from that. And that’s why I’m 100000000000% confident they will not kill Felicity. I’m even more sure of that than I was that LL was being killed off, and I was very sure about that. 

If Olicity had gotten together for good in S3, then there would be potentially more to worry about. Another 4 years of storytelling opens up real possibilities of pulling apart that relationship. The very fact that they’ve slowed down the relationship to play out more beats and have us wait on the wedding/babies etc GUARANTEES us that Felicity or Oliver aren’t going to die. That’s how the flow of stories work. It’s hard to explain if you can’t see it for yourself. It’s kind of like explaining rhythm to someone who doesn’t have it. I can see the rhythm of this storytelling, and I’m telling anyone who wants to listen that they’ll never kill off Felicity because the narrative simply doesn’t support it. It’s not that kind of story. 

I find this worry about killing off Felicity to be a very odd one. Of all the things to worry about on Arrow, that’d be the absolute last one. I clearly can’t stop anyone from worrying about it if they really want to, but I’d just like to point out that I was right about LL dying, I was right about Olicity not being over and reuniting, I was right about GA/BC or GA/BS not being a thing on the writer’s radar. I’m not saying that to brag, I’m saying that in the vain hope that you’ll believe me when I say not to worry about Felicity dying. I told you all it was a waste of energy to worry about Billy and Susan, and that Felicity wasn’t going to get pregnant by Billy and Oliver wouldn’t become second best to Felicity and all the other things people found to get worked up and worried about, and I was right. It was a big old waste of time. Because none of those things fit the story being told. They were never going to happen. Felicity dying is never going to happen. 

Oh, and I’d just like to point out that I was also right about some people not being able to relax and enjoy Olicity’s story, even when they’re together, and here we are. There is a difference about being nervously excited about how Olicity are going to find each other and still believing we’re being pranked by the writers and that they’re never going to follow through. Some people will never have faith in the writers for reasons that feel valid to them (which is fine) but like I’ve said many times before, you’ll always be coming up with these kinds of scenarios because you don’t believe what the writers are telling you, which means you’ll never get to enjoy Olicity. 

I said when they reunited, some people would still fret and that is what is happening. And again, when they marry, those same people will still fret because they’re still equating ‘going with Olicity’ as them having no drama or obstacles to overcome. So, any drama or challenges means the writers are backing away from Olicity. Those people have to let go of that concept because it’s destroying what entertainment Arrow has to offer when it comes to Olicity. That is not how the writers roll with these characters. They will always give them challenges and the very fact that they’ve given Olicity a new challenge to overcome shows how committed they are to the couple, and not the opposite, as some folks seem intent on trying to make out. More drama for Olicity means they’re meant to be and they will be. 

I’m sorry that I sound so obnoxious in this post with all the ‘I told you so’s’. I’m aware I sound like a dick. But beyond the dickish delivery of my message, the message is a good one. If you can’t rewire your brain to think like the writers think and understand their way of telling a story, then you’re always going to be stressed watching Arrow and I find that a real shame because Arrow is like the easiest show in the world to watch to me. Their overall narrative is so obvious, but the plot points they use to tell the story often surprise me. That’s a great combination of having a thrilling ride but knowing you’re completely safe. If you don’t believe in the writers then you’ll never feel completely safe and you’ll flinch at every little twist and turn, not realising you and your ship are utterly safe. That’s always a sad thought for me. :/

anonymous asked:

Hi Calli! It's been a long time since I saw your asks open! I have just a quick question. I guess this could be a question for you and Jen because she doesn't seem to have her asks at all. Anyways, pretty generic question and one I'm sure you're tired of getting, but I'm still curious: after all of the spoilers and interviews we have gotten, do you guys think that Olicity will get back together with each other by the end of season 5? I'm scared they'll stall them again.

Hi. For the cliffhanger, do think that Oliver will be stranded on the island for all hiatus? I’m really hoping this doesn’t happen. I just really hope the cliffhanger isn’t Olicity related. I hope Olicity reunite with each other in S5 and that that isn’t left as a tease/cliffhanger. I’m tired of this game. We’ve more than paid our dues in angst. I’d been like… a year and a half.

Reading your convo and gif war with jbuffyangel was cute lol. May I ask what you’re glass half-empty about? And what do you think the cliffhanger will be?

I’m combining these three anons into one reply since they’re all so similar and arrived in my inbox within several hours of one another. While I was getting some good sleep, there was some concern happening up in here. 

Hi anon(s)! I’ve actually had my inbox open since I returned from my last little break, a couple months ago. Either people didn’t notice or didn’t want to send me stuff, I have no idea. But I’m more than happy to field questions. 

First things first: YES, I think Olicity gets back together by the end of season 5. That’s been my mantra all season long and I’ve only gotten more and more sure of it the closer we get to the end of season 5. My opinion hasn’t changed, I guess, is what I’m saying. We have paid our dues in angst. And the stall has stalled itself out, so to speak. Shows can’t spin wheels forever, eventually the audience gets frustrated and the reasons for spinning those wheels kinda break down. We’re at the end of that, I feel. 

My good friend @jbuffyangel has really gone more in depth on the reasons for believing in a reunion than I’m going to go into. So I assure you, she’s also right here with me in being all systems go for a reunion. 

Now, some of you may have seen the teasing convo she and I had on twitter last night. We’ve been having this argument for a couple weeks now and it’s entertaining and I kinda made it public without really saying what it’s about. It’s clear that maybe some might think we’re arguing about the cliffhanger. Without saying what it’s really about, I will say this: It’s NOT about the cliffhanger. No, it’s far more silly than that. 😉

To be honest, we don’t talk about the cliffhanger that much. I don’t think either of us have a clue about that but I think we both agree that we don’t feel it has to do with the Olicity reunion. Not saying it won’t involve Oliver and/or Felicity, just not their romantic status with one another. I rather feel that’ll be settled in 5x22, actually, leaving the finale for other pressing matters. 

I don’t have any firm specs on what the cliffhanger actually is, but I’m also not really worried about it either. Then again, I haven’t been really worried about anything all season long, so I might be a poor barometer. I understand some are nervous and I get why. I hope you’re pleased with how it turns out, however it turns out. 

Just remember: OLICITY IS RISING. Tomorrow’s episode is just the official start of that. The reunion will likely NOT happen in 5x20 and I hope fans aren’t too disappointed when it doesn’t happen. But it will happen. We’re days away from that reunion. Isn’t that amazing? I don’t know about you guys, but I’m pretty excited about it! 

“Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing” – Swan Queen and why it’s endgame.

I have been watching Once Upon a Time for around a year and a half. Since starting it, I’ve rewatched it countless times and for one reason only, Swan Queen. To me, and many others, Emma and Regina’s development is the main core of the show. After the best hiatus swen have ever had, I thought it was fitting to create a masterpost and tell/show everyone why The Evil Queen and The Savior are endgame. Brave yourselves, it’s going to be a long one.

I knew we were witnessing something special between these two characters right from their first meeting in the pilot episode. For starters, every gay/bisexual woman knows that theres nothing better than shipping a blonde and brunette, so there’s that. But, all jokes aside, one thing that these women do constantly is talk with their eyes. As an actor myself, one of the first things you learn in training is how important eye communication is. Eyes are the window into a characters soul, eye contact with another character can determine the relationship between them. Half of the time, acting is all about the eyes. So to start off this post, heres our two favourite ladies speaking volumes with the way they look at each other in Season 1.

Ah the first time they meet. They haven’t even spoken two words to each other yet, but notice Emma licking her lips and Regina looking her up and down. The chemistry is undeniable. And so it starts.

Look how Regina never breaks eye contact with Emma. Acting 101 with Lana Parrilla.

Another moment from the pilot. Now I know we would all look like this if we saw Regina Mills approaching us, but Emma doesn’t do the best job of hiding her attrction. I mean just look at her face, it screams ‘holy shit she’s hot af’

Do you remember the whole ‘if you fancied someone in school, you’d push them over in the playground because you don’t know how to deal with your feelings’ analogy? Emma and Regina don’t know how to be nice to each other just yet (YET being the operative word), so cue the sexual tension, longing looks and angst.

One of my favourite early SQ moments just because of Emma’s eyebrow raise. ‘That’s all I’m getting? Oh really well time will tell my friend’. I LOVE SUBTEXT.

It’s all in the eyes, guys, seriously. Why else would Emma get so flustered and pour hot chocolate over herself? It’s cause of Regina Mills, thats why.

This moment is iconic. ICONIC. IT’S ALL IN THE EYES. Even now, when speaking with my fellow swen, this moment is something we all look forward to when we’re re-watching the show. To those who don’t even watch the show and look at this moment without context, it honestly looks like Regina is leaning in for a kiss. It’s even mentioned quite regularly in a lot of sq fanfics. The almost-mine-kiss is nothing short of super gay. And we also see the first time Regina ask for help and turn to someone else when she doesn’t know what to do. And of course, that would be Emma.

Regina is dreaming in this scene, but what does she dream about? Emma coming for her. Coincidence? I think not.

Ok so before I get to the most important exchanging of looks between these two, can I just point out that they really aren’t subtle, at all. Over the seasons, the looks between them escalate from angst and lust to the looks of two women who really do care a lot about each other. But more on that later. For now let’s talk about this.

Sometimes I remember this moment just as I go about my daily life and just think ‘If Emma Swan doesn’t want to bang Regina Mills on her kitchen worktop then I don’t know what the fuck Lana and Jen are playing at’. Seriously, that’s all I have to say about this look.

And that concludes the ‘way too much eye sex and tension in season one’ section of this post. Lets move on to something that is one of the main reasons as to why I think Emma and Regina belong together.


Funny you should say that, Daniel, dear. It could be argued against but magic is the main theme of this show. True love creates the purest magic, it can transcend realms, defeat the strongest of evil and save lives. Mix together light and dark magic and what do you get, Emma and Regina performing the strongest magic. SURPRISE SURPRISE.

We first witness the connection between their powers in the season two premiere. Regina’s struggling to create the portal to the Enchanted Forest until Emma’s touch finally opens it. Right then, I knew they would be making magic throughout the rest of the seasons. Was I wrong? Duh. 

Look at her face, man. You can see the realisation on her face, Emma can use magic, I can use magic, we can create magic together. Yes she’s surprised, but how would you react if you just found out the person you’re lusting after has powers just like you, eh?

Oh I’m so proud of how far these two have come. Even Henry notices it, he knows the potential of his two Moms creating magic together. Then Regina’s face. Again, I can’t stress it enough, it’s all in the eyes. Don’t forget that Regina has so much experience and knowledge about magic, she’ll know that true love is the strongest magic of all, she’ll know that her and Emma’s combined magic is special. SHE KNOWS. Which is why she doesn’t even bother protesting against it when Emma offers to help. Emma knows too, why else would she suggest it? Their magic destroys the trigger and saves the town. What else do I need to say?

Oh the Neverland arc was so important for the development of Swan Queen magic. Who is the biggest supporter of Emma’s magic? Who teaches her to embrace her powers and use them for good? Who can relate to her and show her that having magic makes you special and you should use it your advantage? REGINA MILLS.

There she goes again, believing in Emma Swan. Damn, Regina. You really do care for Emma don’t you, you little shit.

And then it becomes second nature to these two to work together and defeat evil. All it takes is a nod from the other to start up ‘operation lets make magic together’. Also notice the colours of their magic, look familiar? Well of course.


Swan Mills Family

Now we get on to probably the most important part of this post. Family is a huge theme in this show, HUGE. And what is the biggest connection between Emma and Regina? Henry Mills. Their son. All the way through the show, both Emma and Regina have tried to give Henry his best chance, they love their son more than anything else and thats pretty clear to see. Although, to me, the most important thing to notice is the development between this little trio. First we see Regina and Emma fighting over his affections, screaming at each other that he is ‘MY SON’ etc etc. But eventually we see them work together to do the best for their son. I mean, they share a child. How important is that? The answer is VERY. 

Emma and Regina put their differences aside and looked further than petty arguments to notice what they share. They’re both loving and caring mothers to the same boy. Emma backs up Regina in front of Henry, and Regina does the same. Look at how Emma and Regina look at each other whilst in the company of their son. ‘Look at her being a great Mother to our son’ I MEAN COME ON NOW. They’re a family. If that isn’t enough evidence to see Swan Queen as canon, then I don’t know what more you need. But, just keep on reading.

Remember when Adam Horowitz, the creator of this god damn show, tweeted this and then deleted it?

I wonder why he did that, was it to distract us away from the obvious colour choices worn by Emma, Regina and Henry? Well, it didn’t work. Costume is super important when portraying a character so it’s quite fitting that the Swan Mills Family seem to have colour co-ordinated wardrobe, that they share.

Look at the colour parallel(!!!)

I don’t own these gifs so credit to whoever created them, but holy hell doesn’t this speak for itself??? Also, we were treated to season five spoilers recently. One of which was a scene between Regina and Emma. Guess who was wearing a Red blazer – matching the colour of Emma’s infamous red leather jacket? That’s right.

They do enjoy sharing clothes too

Another important factor in all of this is the way Mary Margaret notices. I’m pretty sure she’s certain SOMETHING is happening between her daughter and Regina. Whether it’s scripted or an acting choice by Ginny herself, I don’t know, but it definitely adds fuel to the fire. Take a look for yourselves.

Every look exchanged in these gifs is when Emma is around Regina, talking about her, or wanting to help her. The last one is by far my favourite. Subtext orgy I’m telling ya. ‘Well, we didn’t want to come but your love sick lady wanted to check up on you’. Amazing.


Ok this is going to be a big section, because the entire show is FILLED with paralells left right and centre. Sometimes I lose faith in the writing of this show, but then parallels suckh me back in and I’m like GOD DAMN THIS SHOW IS GOOD. Here’s the key moments that are paralleled with Swan Queen directly. Enjoy.

I suppose having a knack for seeing through people’s barriers is something that runs in the family, am I right?

COLOURS ARE IMPORTANT. Guess what happens a few episodes later?

Can I just…

Anyway, moving on.

Wish for home, wish for family, and that’s what you get.

WOOP there it is

Save the one you love and fight for them. Also, notice the costume choice here as well. Like I said, no coincidence. At all.

I’m sorry to say that this won’t be the only mention of sacrifice between these two, but this is so super important I can’t stress that enough. They don’t want the other to risk their lives for them. They don’t feel worthy. But they do it anyway. I’m sure you know why by now.

Bringing each other back to reality and showing them they’re better than violence. So married.

Probably the most significant and important parallels of the entire show, never mind my otp. I remember watching the episode where we are first introduced to Lily. I was with my best friend, someone who has never seen an episode of Once before. After the episode had finished, I asked her what she thought about it and she said ‘Well it’s pretty obvious Emma is into both brunettes really, is she gay?’ And that was all I needed to hear to be honest. The links between Emma and Lily and Emma and Regina is so so SO obvious. Emma and Lily started off as best friends then turned into enemies, Emma and regina started of as enemies and are surely becoming best friends. But still, the lesbian subtext surrounding these characters is a big as my gay radar.

As well as the obvious growing relationship in the show, the interviews/tweets/conventions that the actors and crew take part in are just as important. No-one knows their character better than the actors, and I think we can all agree that Lana in particular knows her character so well. Jen does too. They speak on behalf of their characters, their show and they really are the best people to ask sometimes. So here’s a list of evidence that supports my argument that Swan Queen is endgame, but also shows the representation Swan Queen finally deserves.


Madame Mayor and Sherriff Swan, The Evil Queen and The Saviour, Emma Swan and Regina Mills. They were always the basis for this show, and they have the strongest development.

Granny is the co-captain of our ship.

Oh Josh.

Never ever forget that this tweet exists.

And now lets move onto interviews from the actors/creators … I consider these the most important, because Swan Queen.

Now why would you put this voiceover on the scene where Emma is happy to see Regina enter the Diner because she invited her there.

The conventions this year have been an absolute blessing for the Swan Queen fandom but this is by far my favourite moment from them all. Lana herself has said that helping Emma was an ACT OF LOVE I mean do I really need to elaborate on that? I shouldn’t have to.


I’m pretty sure that there will be some negative attention on this post, some of it relating to the fact that ‘EMMA AND REGINA ARE STRAIGHT THO!!11!!1!1’ Let me stop you right there.

It’s been confirmed at Dragon Con a few days ago that Regina is indeed bisexual, here’s the link to the interview where Kristin says so.

Heres some more evidence of Regina being hella bisexual, as if you even need it.

However explaining Emma’s bisexuality needs more detail but this post explains it perfectly.

Also, whilst we’re at it, read this theory on the Dreamcatchers. Just do it.


With both of them having such troubled pasts, it’s pretty obvious that trust is important to both of them. That’s why it makes it all the more iconic when they tell each other that they can trust in them to do the right thing.

Low key wanting to bang each other is something that these two are experts on. The amount of times their words can be mistaken for sex talk when taken out of context is actually laughable. Heres just a few examples.

I decided to be a bit mean and leave all the important, and most obvious, Swan Queen moments towards the end of this post. Enjoy it loves. 

Emma is the first thing that comes to Regina’s mind after she collapses, she’s the one that she wants.

For the first time in her life, someone is there for Regina and protecting her, hence why the surprised look on Regina’s face. Emma is her saviour.

LOOK AT HOW EMMA LOOKS AT REGINA WHEN SHE WALKS IN .. This whole episode is a gift from God. Emma notices Regina, Emma wants her there, Emma notices her leaving. Emma always notices her wife.

Emma is Regina’s biggest cheerleader, no doubt about it

The look that Regina gives Emma is so sincere and genuine, she’s super happy to have Emma back.

Nervous Emma is nervous to hold Reginas hand. She’s hesitating for a reason. She knows that her and Regina make magic together, she knows that. I’m surprised she didn’t rub her palm on her trousers because she doesn’t want her wife to feel about sweaty she makes her.

They care enough about each other, they want the other person to be safe.

Regina giving Emma a happy ending at the end of season 3a is super important. All the way through season one, Regina wanted to run Emma out of town and now she’s wanting to give her everything she’s ever dreamed of. And do you know why, because she fucking loves her. Look at how they’re looking at each other. It’s all in the EYES.

Cue romantic zoom

Regina sticking by her wife, because she knows she’s better than Golds plan to turn her dark. Choosing the saviour over everything else is something she’s good for.

Regina taught Emma magic, she knows she’s special, that she’s worthy. So when Regina finds out that Snow and Charming are allowing her to rid herself of her magic, this reaction speaks volumes. Amazing.

Frozen parallels with Swan Queen was the best thing about 4a. Despite the history between her and Regina, Emma still wants the best for Regina. And also, remember when Regina said ‘the next time a happy ending knocks on my I’ll be ready’. Look who does…

This scene is super important though. Emma is trying so hard for her wife’s affections and looks like a child on Christmas morning when she gets what she wants. No two characters relate to each other as much as Emma and Regina. That’s a fact.

What even is this, seriously. The more romantic zooms between these two, the more longing looks they share, the more I’m convinced they’re married.

Regina protecting Emma. Again.

I’m pretty sure Adam and Eddy wouldn’t have edited this moment like this unless they wanted us all to think that Emma Swan is super jealous of Robin touching her wife.

Helping each other, backing each other up, being each others cheerleaders. These two have to foundation for a great fucking relationship and nothing can tell me otherwise.

(And now they can get super drunk together and have sex)

Yin and Yang. Honestly.

Yes, fate does push us, it pushes to the people we belong to be with. That’s why you adopted the Savior’s son.

Emma needs Regina. Regina needs Emma. After so many times that Regina didn’t want Emma around. This is the biggest development of character and relationship in the entire show.

THIS is the moment what Lana was talking about. Regina brings Emma back from darkness and makes her realise the good inside her. It’s an act of love. Lana has spoken.

The first time Regina meets Emma in an alternate universe, she has no idea who she is. She has no clue and yet she understands her, she boinds with her, she listens to her. ENDGAME

Right. I’m so sorry that I’ve left the best/worst Swan Queen moment until the end of this post. But it is the most important development throughout the entire show. First, lets recap what happened in episode 1.08 where Emma saves Regina from the fire.

Emma: Seriously? You’re complaining about how I saved your life?
Regina: (fire engines approach the scene) The firemen are here. It’s not like we were really in danger. Emma: (starts walking away) Fine. Next time I’ll just… I’ll just… Ah, you know what? (turning to face Regina) Next time, I’ll do the same thing. And the time after that because that is what decent human beings do. That’s what good people do.

Next time, she did do the same thing. She sacrificed her happiness, her life, her light magic, for the sake of Regina. She put herself into danger, she put her life into the hands of others, she risked her mental health, she risked her relationships with other people. She gave her entire soul to the darkness just so Regina didn’t have to go through the horror and torment again. She gave everything. Her family didn’t want to, but she did it anyway. Her beared didn’t want to, she did it anyway. She didn’t have to, she did it. Regina didn’t wat to, but she sacrificed everything for the sake of the woman she evidently loves.

Emma and Regina have come such a long way since the start of the show. Their relationship is one of the most genuine, beautiful and legitimate I’ve ever seen on a TV show. They share a son, they are a family. They save each other, they back each other up, they make magic together, they see the best in each other, they want each other to be happy. They belong together.

This post is why Swan Queen is endgame. We will get there one day, we will get what we deserve, what the show deserves. What Emma and Regina deserve. Hang in there, Swen. It’s happening.

Disclaimer: All gifs and pictures aren’t mine, credit goes to the creators. Thanks to sarahpaulsonsfuckinglisp for finding things I couldn’t. All opinions are my own

[Percy Jackson] wake up in a city that never sleeps

Title: wake up in a city that never sleeps [Ao3]
Fandom: Percy Jackson & the Olympians | Heroes of Olympus
Pairing(s): Annabeth/Percy/Nico; Jason/Piper, and past Reyna/Annabeth
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The first time that Nico di Angelo meets Percy Jackson, the older man is studiously not grading the pile of schoolwork in front of him, snubbing his student’s essays in favor of trying to balance a pencil on his nose. It isn’t the most auspicious of first meetings.

Author’s Note: This all started because I decided that a) I wanted to write a fic where Percy was Nico’s happily married TA and b) I wanted to write something based on this. So I kind of combined the two ideas and it exploded into words. Much time was spent googling various New York things while writing this fic, so hopefully I didn’t get anything too wrong. Then last but not least, this fic is dedicated to Jen, who cheered me through this entire thing and helped me out immensely with scenes that were giving me trouble. This is for you, (and also, your wifey, who gave me ideas through you). I’m sorry that I forgot the scene with the glasses. Merry Christmas, everyone! <3

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Fic: Free

anon prompted: HPau where wizard!kurt has a house elf(or semi-elf-semi-human if it’s even a thing)!blaine as a slave and he’s been serving his family since Kurt was born & he’s been a perfect elf and that’s why Kurt wants good for him so he gives him an item of clothing aka lets him free but Blaine doesn’t go anywhere and Kurt’s all like wtf and Blaine says he loves him and wants to stay and well, whatever happens next is all in your hands;)

I didn’t touch as much on the backstory as I could’ve, but I think the gist is there. ~1180 words, PG.

Kurt paced around his room, trying to motivate himself into doing what he knew he should.

It’s not fair to him, Kurt. The Ministry may think he’s a second-class citizen since he’s in your family’s employ, but once he’s free, there’s nothing that can stop him from getting a real job and having a real life. Maybe he’ll even find someone to fall in love with - who wouldn’t love someone as kind as him?

A twist of pain shot through Kurt’s gut at the thought of Blaine falling in love with a shadowy stranger.

“Dammit, Dad, why couldn’t you have been bigoted for once in your life and told me this plan was short-sighted and mean?” Kurt grumbled quietly. “I don’t want to do this! I want - well, I guess it doesn’t matter what I want.”

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[Anniversary Chat Transcript]


> It’s been a while, but finally the chat transcripts are ready for people to peruse! Please thank @idreim and @venhediss for being a massive help in getting everything compiled!

> As a quick note, these logs are over 6,000 words long. I’d recommend that if you’re looking for anything specific that you do Ctrl-F to search for buzzwords.

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Like Good Little Girls

Last night, I engaged in some sadness baking. I know, I know, we shouldn’t eat our feelings, but I have so many goddamned feelings these days that a little weakness is to be expected. 

Before I could do this baking, I needed that random selection of items that could only easily be acquired at Walmart. I have lived in this town for four years. I have likely been to the Walmart no more than five times. It is an evil, filthy place. I literally mean that. Cleaning is not a priority there. But I needed mouthwash, a weird baking pan, a sift, some sour cream, some Diet Cherry Pepsi and some Zantac.

The thing about Walmart, and I always marvel at this, is how fucking cheap everything is. That store is pure evil. I bought fruit punch for two dollars! There’s a reason why they are taking over the world. They know the human weakness for a good bargain. 

Anyway, I also picked up some hair products.

The cake I made was Ina Garten’s (genuflect) sour cream coffee cake

What feelings, you ask? Well, I can’t tell you about ALL of them. I do keep some things to myself. Imagine me cutting my heart open here. It’s a bloody mess. 

Meanwhile, I creamed together butter and sugar for about five minutes. That shit got creamy as hell. I love my Kitchen Aid. It brings me such happiness. I guess this is nearing forty–a fondness for kitchen appliances. Or, I am sublimating all my desire into kitchen appliances. I don’t know.

Baking, as I’ve said before, relaxes me. I don’t even need to eat what I bake. I just like making baked goods. My friends like that I like making baked goods. It’s a win-win situation. To be clear, though, I was going to eat some of this coffee cake. 

Jen Doll interviewed me for Mental Floss. 

I added the cake flour (which, I learned is not the same as flour four), salt, baking powder and baking soda to my brand new sifter and I sifted that stuff into a very fine powder. I was rather impressed with myself. SIFT SIFT SIFT. 

I have this bizarre habit of looking at the clock and subtracting two hours. There are still flecks of pink polish on my thumbs. Wherever I go, there you are. 

I added the eggs, one at a time, to the creamed butter, along with the sour cream and a lot of vanilla. I didn’t even measure that shit because vanilla is awesome. As Ina counseled, I used good vanilla. Nothing but the best, Ina. Nothing but the best.

Most of my sadness is that men are really getting me down. It starts with Facebook.

Men message me on Facebook. They are incessant. Sometimes, it’s just “hi” every single day, and nothing else. Like, you can’t do better than that? Other times, it’s way more aggressive with UNSOLICITED, really forward sexual conversation–nasty ass, banal sexual talk. I’m a freak but I’m a high class freak. You need to work for this with your dirty talk. 

This is when I start to get mad. I ignore it. Sometimes I block, but what’s the point? There are so many that I could literally make a part time job out of blocking these guys. Most of the time when I ignore these fuckers, they go away. There are always a persistent few, however. This week’s most persistent asshole messaged me a couple days ago with some nastiness that only someone I am sleeping with is allowed to say to me, thank you very much, and then he said, “You are a stuck up bitch.” Fine. Whatever. The next day, he messaged me again, asking, “Still a stuck up bitch?”

I fucking snapped. You are goddamned right I am still a stuck up bitch. Where some men are concerned, I will always be a stuck up bitch.

It’s pathetic that stuck up and bitch are these labels applied to women when we’re not sitting around waiting to satisfy a man’s wants and desires. 

This all got me thinking about the harassment women deal with online and on the street and everywhere in life. I started thinking about every time a man has been mean or callous or horribly gross with me and there are so many instances that it is, essentially, a constant, white noise, background music. 

We shouldn’t have to live like this. I shouldn’t have to keep writing about this. I shouldn’t mention this on Twitter and have countless women sharing their own stories of men licking them and jerking off at them in public and calling them a bitch when they rebuffed his advances.

We should not have to live like this.

And then, I thought, “I’m not young or hot. How do those women deal with a magnified quantity of this shit?”

Then I got mad at myself for having low self-esteem.

The real issue was that I suddenly felt unsafe. There is nothing I hate more than feeling unsafe. 

Once the wet ingredients were well blended, I set the mixer on the lowest setting and slowly added the flower until everything was combined.

What didn’t help was going to see Transformers 4, which is by far one of the worst movies I have ever seen. First of all, this bloated travesty is nearly three hours long. I was warned, but I thought people were just being “funny.” This movie is offensive in every way a movie can be offensive. It is cynical, heartless, at times embarassingly lazy, and always absurd. It is racist and sexist. There are egregious plot holes. There are transformer dinosaurs and that’s all I will say about that element of the shit show. 

Mark Wahlberg is the star of this installment. His name is Cade Yaeger. That’s Michael Bay ejaculating ALL OVER EVERYTHING. Cade is a half-assed inventor in “Texas.” We’re not given a town name. He’s just in Texas. He has a daughter, Tessa, about to graduate from high school. He is a widower. He is very overprotective and she’s not allowed to date. This movie is so regressive as to make me wonder if Michael Bay took a time machine back to 1955 to write the script. Throughout the movie, Cade Yaeger basically installs himself at the breach of his daughter’s hymen because a young woman’s worth is tied up in her virginity and graduating high school or something like that.

Tessa spends  most of the movie flouncing around in microshorts and tight shirts to show off her impeccably toned, delectably tanned body. Fine. This is what Michael Bay does with women in the Transformer movies. But Tessa also spends the movie coquettishly imperiled as she is threatened with murder, grabbed up into an alien ship and otherwise thrust into life-threatening situations PG-13 style. She spends her time crying for her boyfriend (who inexplicably shows up at the end of the first act), or crying for her father, or just crying for generalized help instead of trying to help herself. Her eyes remain wide, her make up perfect, and her lips curve in a very suggestive “O." 

It was time to make the strudel, so I combine flour, cold butter, brown sugar, and a pinch of salt, using my hands, even. 

Michael Bay’s contempt for women is so palpable throughout the entirety of this Transfomer’s movie that I almost walked out. It was just too much. It was too fucking much. 

We could talk about how in the third act, first they are in Beijing, then it’s Guangzhou, then it’s Hong Kong, even though these are very distinct cities in China.

We could talk about the racism throughout the movie with the "black” robots speaking in a mockery of AAVE and with every Chinese person knowing kung fu.

We could talk about epic swaths of destruction and Kelsey Grammer, as the evil CIA man trying to save the planet from aliens, acting like the destruction could still, somehow, be covered up.

But no, let’s leave the more minor offenses aside because they pale next to the movie’s flagrant, oppressive misogyny. 

Fuck this movie. Fuck every single second of it. 

With the batter ready, I poured half of it into my cake pan and then I covered the top with my strudel.

The older I get, the more I struggle with the careless ways in which the word “bitch” is used in popular culture. At the end of, “All Me,” for example, Drake, that precious zygote of a man, ends the song with a gratuitous, bizarre, “Lil bitch.” Kendrick Lamar, who offers up some really elegant lyrics in his music, has a song called, “Bitch don’t kill my vibe.” I like the song but my enjoyment is always marred by these moments of despair that a man who can talk about how his punctuation curves cannot come up with something better than the word, “bitch.”

There are all sorts of justifications for the use of the word “bitch” in popular culture but increasingly, I see it as a staggering lack of imagination and one more way in which our culture actively supports the hatred of women. These creators aren’t going to change because we won’t demand it. That’s how little we think of women and women’s dignity. Accepting that is a bitter, bitter thing.

In Transformers: Age of Extinction, the  most offensive part was, unexpectedly, the gratuitous use of the word, “bitch.” Anytime one of the men did something they were proud of, they punctuated their action or statement with the word, “bitch.” LOOK AT ME BEING A MAN, BITCH! They were insulting the aliens or the bad government guys, but the vocabulary they chose to use, time and again, was the word ubiquitously used to denigrate women.

Again, this is how little we think of women. The denigration is part of our vernacular.

I’m sick of it. 

I added the rest of the batter, and then topped the cake with the remaining strudel. Then I put it in my pre-heated oven at 350 degrees. 

I don’t even know what to say or do at this point. It all seems so inescapable–online harassment, street harassment, the microaggressions and the full on aggressions women face, the rampant sexual violence women face, and then our popular culture reflecting this sickening reality and asking us to consume it quietly, like good little girls.

I was a good girl for a long time and it never did me any good. We should all be done being good girls if it means swallowing sexist, toxic bullshit that will only continue killing us softly. 

The recipe called for 55-60 minutes but my oven is a LIE OVEN. It took 75 minutes to bake the coffee cake. It turned out quite well. I had a piece this morning for breakfast and it was very good. Next time, I will figure out how to make the cake just a bit moister. 

I would like to not feel unsafe and unsettled when I go online, or when I leave my house. I would like to feel like my body and my dignity matter. I would like these things for all women. 

I suppose I was angry baking more than sadness baking. That’s what stuck up bitches do. 

Fic: Past, Present, and Future

snowystylesx prompted: fic for 6x10 where the samchel scene is a klaine scene and they’re the ones figuring out the new outfits for the glee club. Blaine wears his blazer again (kurt has always loved the blazer) and he and kurt reminisce about the beginning of their relationship/time at dalton.

Full of shoutouts to past Klaine moments and vague allusions to how I think McKinley and Dalton affected our boys, ~1000 words, G.

“You okay?”

Blaine looked up from where he was fiddling around at the piano to see Kurt lounging against the doorframe to the choir room, a concerned look on his face.

“I mean, I know you’re not okay, but are you holding up well?” Kurt clarified, coming to sit next to Blaine on the piano bench.

“I think I’m just…numb,” Blaine said, staring down at his hands. “I don’t want to scream or cry or throw things, but I keep forgetting it’s gone. Even with the kids here, I just keep thinking Okay, don’t forget to do a head count before we bus back to Dalton at the end of the day! and then remembering that we’re not going back. We can’t go back.”

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Spreading Love: Klaroline Style

I wanted to spread some love in the fandom so I went ahead and saved this draft for a rainy day. :) After all the crazy crap that’s been going on, I think its the right time to display all of this. :) Follow these Klaroliners, DAMMIT!!!! I COMMAND YOU!!! 

If I forget anyone’s names, please don’t kill me. xD 

In the tags, those are urls of the names I have listed here in this order. Just so you won’t get confused. 

I love Dani. She’s crazy. XD Just like me! :D

Nicole is so hilarious with her drinking! xD

Then Jade is so lovable like a mom. :) 

Emily is my lovable adorkable sister. :D 

Lia is the best baby sister. :D And Caroline Queen. :) 

Jackie is the unstoppable leader in the Klaroline ship! 

Shirley is just plain funny. xD

Julie is the best Klaroline insighter in everything. :D 

Miranda is already a cool tumblr mom. :) 

Bex is so excitable about everything that it’s not even funny. 


Chelsea: Magnificent is enough. That’s all I’m gonna say. 

Cindy is downright creative and amazing wrapped up in a bow. 

Alyssa is…uh…well, she’s badass. Her and Miranda are from what I’ve been told. 

Cassie is the sunshine - exuberant, needed, and a delight.

Inge in three words: Talented. Creative. Goddess. 

Andelie is one of the nicest people you would ever meet. :) And honest. 

Becky is the best older sister you could have when it comes to tumblr or Klaroline or basically anything. Super friendly. :D

Katie is a cool person and writer. Enough said. 

Alex is such a lovable dork, but she’s the Klaroline fandom’s dork. We’ll keep her either way. :)

Hope is really a lovely person. She loves Klaroline with an iron fist. xD

Ashley has a sense of humor that cannot be copied no matter how hard you try. 

Danielle never fails to make you smile no matter on what kind of day you’re having. 

Deanna is very spontaneous and is a hardcore Klaroline shipper. 

Caryn is like royalty because of all of the stuff she does for Klaroline fandom. She’s a queen. 

Tanya also works tooth and nail for the fandom and she’s Caryn’s partner in crime. 

Isi is one of the creative bunch too. Enough said. :) 

Gail is pure joy, but she can be a little spitfire. 

Yana is such a sweetheart. You just wanna cuddle up with her and squeeze her to death. 

Both Jesses (willowaus and dragonqueenofall) are very kind and compassionate. Very intellectual and wise, they are able to answer any questions you have. ( I decided to combine both.) :)

Giorgia is one of the most delightful and creative Italians I have ever met. I wonder if Giulia and Giorgia are sisters. 

Monika is a treasure. She’s always there to lend a helping hand and always gives warm virtual hugs. :D

Tyler likes to cause mischief, but we love her for it. 

Hana is your come-to idea guru if you need help with storylines. She can come up with plots at a drop of a hat. 

Elle is lovable and can write like a boss. She loves too many things. 

Lea is phenomenal. I don’t think I can say that enough. 

Michelle is so hilarious that she makes me want to crack up laughing like there’s no tomorrow. 

Leah is the best cheerleader you can have for anything. Klaroline or you, it wouldn’t matter. Also talented in creating stuff too. 

Katie (khaleesibitch) is one of the most sassiest people you would ever meet. The sass never stops coming. 

Jen keeps the shade on TO and the sassiness coming in, and I love how she never stops. 

Tonya is one of the older bunch I met recently, and I gotta say this. She’s awesome and more old school. 

Lindsay is very smart and logical in what does whether its fanfictions or her explanations when it comes to the craziness we deal with. 

Felia is flawless. 

Clara is honestly one of the brightest people you could ever meet. She also holds a very good conversations on more than just Klaroline. :)

Stephy is purely a Klaroline Shipper all the way through! Then again, she always has something to say too. 

I know that was a really long post, but I wanted to show love to these wonderful people. They work so hard to make this fandom a happy place, and I am honored in knowing them. Please follow these amazing human beings. :) I love them too much to death. xD

Happy Klarolining, people!

These Words are a Lie ~A Joshifer Fanfiction~ Chapter Five

A/N: Hello there again! Happy early Easter everyone! I hope you’ve all been enjoying your week, especially with Prompts in Panem running and what not! It’s such a wonderful time to bathe in Everlark-y goodness lol, so I hope it has been lovely for you all.

I know, you’re probably thinking, “Why in the world is this posting on a Saturday?” But I do have my reasons, and I apologize for doing so. One, I have a large presentation that I had to give on Thursday. And since I was worrying about it all week, I wasn’t really focused on writing. Also, with PIP running, I wasn’t sure if I was going to participate or not, so I decided to push TWAAL back a bit in order to have some more time on it.

But here it is, in all its angst-y, deathly glory lol! Sorry for the wait, and I hope you all enjoy it.

As usual, I’d like to give a huge thank you to my faithful readers. Every bit of your feedback helps me so much, and I appreciate every single comment from you.

Also, big thank you to catching-dandelions, the great and powerful lol! She’s helped me so much with ideas, but unfortunately for her, she’s actually going into this chapter blind. Fun times are ahead haha

The previous chapter can be found here [x]

All chapters so far can be found here [x]

So then! That being said, and without further adoooo….

The next few days however, did not provide me anyrelief. The next few days did not aid my current mental state in the slightest. If anything, they only magnified my tribulations, adding to the anguish and grief coursing through me.

The days leading to the wrap of The Hunger Games Franchise.

It felt like part of my life was being ripped away from me. I had been working on these films for so long, that it felt nonsensical that it was all just going to…cease.

But it was. There was no stopping it.

The days only continued to fly by, growing closer and closer to that dreaded event.

The cast and crew began showing signs of pure melancholy as we all realized the end was imminent. Every moment on set grew all the more precious. Every second spent with those lovely people grew even more beautiful.

And when that fateful day finally hit, when it hit, we were all unprepared.

It seemed surreal when the words “That’s a wrap” left Francis’ mouth. No one knew what to do.

We couldn’t be done with shooting the Hunger Games. We just couldn’t. It felt like we would continue to come for the rest of our lives, continuing to draw upon the stories.

But we were.

No more Gale. No more Peeta. No more Katniss.

No more waking up in the morning and going to set, preparing for the long day of filming ahead. No more spending the afternoon surrounded by friends, laughing and smiling all the while.

No more time with my wonderful boys, bathing in their comforting, sweet presences.

It was gone, all gone. The best part of my life had drawn to a close just like that.

I remember being pulled into a hug by Woody, Liam, and Josh, their arms encircling me and holding me close. I remember them trying to console me, obviously worried how I was going to take the event. I suppose they assumed I was going to be the most emotional one of all, crying my eyes out and sobbing until my lip trembled.

But oddly enough, I wasn’t.

I was completely numb.

They were right, I should have been the worst off. But all the pain, all the tribulations, all the torturous days and nights that I suffered through the past few weeks, had taken their toll.

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Oh, the Places You'll Go – Chapter 2

Summary: Dan Howell, an awkwardly pessimistic teenager with a passion for nothing, has always lived in his famous brother’s shadow—not wanting any attention or fuss. But when his family hires his brother a new agent, Phil Lester, will he help Dan to change his views on fame…and maybe himself, too?


“This is wonderful, Mrs Howell,” Phil compliments as he piles more chicken into his mouth generously. “You’re a fantastic cook.”

My mum literally beams from the far side of the dining tableas she places her hand over her heart.

“Thank you, dear,” she says happily, looking more than pleased with herself as I watch her try to suppress her smile. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess within me to keep my eyes on my own plate instead of rolling them at how ridiculously serious she sounds. “But please—call me Jennifer. I insist. Mrs Howell is far too formal.”

This time, though, I’m definitely unable to hold back my eye-roll (and maybe an almost-silent scoff, too) as she literally somehow manages to defy all expectations I had placed on her by coming across as even more pretentious. 

The situation is only made worse when Phil smirks slightly, lifts up his glass, and says “Thank you, Jennifer.”

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The Key To Oliver Queen: Barry Allen vs. Diggle & Felicity

emmykentmg submitted:

I’m sorry if I’m bothering ya but you are my go to person in all things Arrow. This post just popped up on my dash. One of the coolest guys I follow re-blogged this and answered because I’m sure he was upset by this post as much as I am. I’m actually angry and sad at the same time.

You have no idea how much I wish I could say something about this because apparently she is not watching the same show as the rest of us. I wish I’m as good as expressing my feelings as you are. This stupid post hurt me in my soul. It completely dismissed  both Diggle’s & Felicity’s important in Oliver’s life. WTH??

I get that Barry is important but the way I see it Oliver is more important in Barry’s hero journey than the other way around. My God!! The more I kept reading that article the livid I got. I rarely get this upset by a post (mainly because I don’t venture out of my bubble). This just felt like a hard punch in the gut. And it was from an “Olicity” shipper no less.

Please, Please say something… I know you’re busy and you probably don’t have time to jump into other people’s posts and comment on those. It’s just, I’ve never seen anything more hurtful…

Thank you.

Hi Emmy.  First you never bother me. I’m happy to help if I can. I’m late to the party but better late than never I guess. Right? I read the post you referenced.  My response? Eh.

I don’t mean that disrespectfully to the person who wrote it. There are some points I agree with, but the majority I disagree with.  Am I super angry about it? Nah. Why? This person is certainly entitled to their opinion and they are obviously a huge Barry Allen fan. Which is fine…I’m a big Diggle & Felicity fan. We all come to the party with our own perspectives. However, I think what concerned me is the theory showcased some fundamental misunderstandings about Barry Allen, Oliver Queen, John Diggle and Felicity Smoak…in my opinion of course.

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