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Fate or Destiny or Whatever

I don’t know why I’m even bothering to post this this weekend, but it’s been sitting on my computer–finished, apparently–since last year so…it’s waited long enough. I started this back after 6x05–but ended up rewriting the whole thing once 6x06 aired (for the obvious reason that my original fic involved Killian & Henry deciding to hold onto the shears). Anyways, 6x05 raised the question–what could possibly make Emma change her mind about using the shears. And this happened. As always, this has been added to “The Lost Get Found” over on ff.net if that’s you preference. And also, as always, you know I love getting yelled at. (Though this maybe doesn’t qualify as angst???)

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Normally, Emma loved that her kitchen could fit her whole family comfortably.

Tonight, though, all those people just made her head throb worse as they talked back and forth about the object she held in her hand. All of them so caught up in the excitement of finally having the shears back in their possession that none of them had noticed her silence.

“We could put them in the vault.” Regina paused her pacing. “No one can get in there unless I let them.”

“That spell has been broken too many times,” her dad shoots back. “We need something better. Somewhere no one will think to look.”

“Maybe it’s not a somewhere that we need,” her mom said, her finger tracing the rim of her mug. “Maybe it’s someone. Namely, all of us.”

“What are you getting at?”

“The Evil Queen didn’t make her move until the shears were no longer in anyone’s possession,” Snow said, sitting forward. “Maybe if someone’s holding onto them, no one can steal them.”

David nodded. “So we all share the burden of holding onto them and she has no way to know which of us has them.”

“Or she could just knock all of us out at once and search our bodies at her leisure.” Killian’s hand on Emma’s shoulder tightened a little, tension radiating down his arm even as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of neck.

“Do you have a better idea?” Regina snapped.

Emma closed her eyes, her grip around the shears tightening. Before anyone could say anything else, she stood, her chair screeching against the tile floor.

“Guys, that’s enough.”

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anonymous asked:

Sabriel and 27?

#27: “I’m pregnant.”

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There were a lot of things to love about Gabriel.  His tendency to find the humor in everything, his sharp mind, the way he went straight to the heart of an issue without being distracted by minutiae, his willingness to help his friends—Sam loved it all.

But one of the things Sam loved most about Gabriel, and would die before ever, ever admitting, was Gabriel’s flair for drama.

A headache, when it happened to Gabriel, was almost certainly a brain tumor.

“Tell my wife I loved her,” he’d implored Sam, flat on his back with his head in Sam’s lap.

Sam had smoothed the hair away from Gabriel’s high brow, fighting his smile.  “You’re not married,” he’d reminded him.  “Also, the whole gay thing, remember?”

Gabriel had waved this away.  “Don’t bother me with facts.”

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anonymous asked:

No rush but I have a prompt thing or category for you because I am surely dying due to unruly and inhumane cramps in my nether regions, I would love a fic about person A dying due to mother natures monthly gift and the other just like feeling so horrible about it and like doing everything they can to help to the point of smothering them in love. Or like if you have a better one somewhere in your inbox?? Thanks flabbs you're the best ever no rush do what you feel is best👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

Chloe, it was commonly known, was a shining sunrise of a human being. She smiled without prompting, fear, or reserve 22 hours of a 24 hour day, and she giggled like she got paid for it. 

This was what Beca both loved and hated most about the cartoon of a woman that had become her best friend. 

There were four days every twenty eight days, though, that were….more than a bit of a struggle. 

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 I was really excited to see that seagulls were featured on the cover of 1989. Feeding the Seagulls is a tradition in my family. We always take our stale bread with us in the car, so we can stop and feed the Seagulls. And we always take pictures. These pictures are actually from last year. I have better ones somewhere. Did you know that seagulls are very smart? They actually learn, remember and pass on behaviors. They are also very good parents and the male and female pair for life. They can drink fresh and salt water. And what is really cool… in Native American symbolism, the seagull represents a carefree attitude, versatility, and freedom. Sounds like a good match for taylor, to me. The best people in life are free!! taylorswift