APPARENTLY ADHD PEOPLE GET SPECIAL INTERESTS TOO
THIS MAKES MY ENTIRE LIFE SEEM WAY LESS WEIRD. It’s an actual FUCKING THING, needing to know Every Detail about certain stuff is. Just a thing ADHD brains need to do. Wow.
You know what i want to see? Chloe being aware of Adrien’s feelings for Marinette (whenever those happen) and her still being close with him, not as clingy, competitive and such, but accepting and still very close because she cares about being his bff as much as she cared about him romantically.
feel like they're really overusing anezka and the love triangle/rafael wanting to be with petra, and it's become her only plotlines since the timejump ... at least in the beginning of s3 it was going somewhere, by the end it felt so dragged-out and uninteresting.
I agree. Especially now since they’ve brought back Magda. They keep putting so many burdens on Petra that her entire storyline is her difficulties and setbacks and not just her, if that makes sense.
Killian knows that something is
wrong from the moment it happens. One minute, he’s swinging his sword at
yet another dark knight insistent on taking his head off and stealing
his Swan from him. The next minute? Well, the next minute he’s
flying through the air like someone’s tossed a rope around his midsection and
pulled it tight with a bloody fleet of horses.
It’s all over for him the moment he
hits the fallen tree, something sharp piercing his back and lodging deeply
inside him. It steals his breath with an alacrity that he’s never before
experienced, lancing pain and a pervasive chill race through him before he can
even cry out.
And he won’t - cry out, that is.
Not if he can help it. It might pull Swan’s attention from the
battle of her own that she’s waging, and he can’t risk that. Not for a
sorry sod of a man like him who doesn’t deserve her in the first place.
It isn’t too hard to play dead, his
eyes closed to mere slits just in case, when the knight stalks over to him and
nudges him with a boot. The stubborn part of him wants to tear himself
free of whatever has snagged him and end this man’s life before he can attack
Emma, but the realistic part of him knows that he doesn’t have a chance in
He thinks the ruse has worked for
just a moment before the knight rears back and kicks him in the head, sending
him spiraling into unconsciousness before he can even react.
He wakes to fingers in his hair and
excruciating pain radiating out from his back. The coppery tang that
fills the air makes him ill, but Swan is kneeling with his head in her lap and
speaking frantically into what he will eventually realize is the magic shell
that connects him with his brother at all times.
Gods, his brother is going to be
insufferable about this - Killian’s first time out on his own protecting the
princess and he nearly gets himself killed.
Nearly, he hopes.
His head is threatening to implode,
the world swimming sickeningly in front of his eyes and swaying wildly when he
closes them. His back is on fire, the thought of moving nearly enough to
make him weep. The rest of him is cold, however, wracking his body with
shivers that reignite the flames and destroy his resolve not to groan.
Or whimper, he realizes when he
connects the sound he just heard with his own voice. That was a gods’
honest whimper and he must be in more dire straits than he thought.
Emma’s fingers tighten in his hair,
setting off a whole new series of aches and shivers, but also ground him in the
present when the pain seeks to send him reeling. He has to focus.
He has to keep her safe, get her away from here as quickly as he can
The princess is his priority and
also… also his love. He’d have given his life for her at any point in
his tenure in the Royal Navy, the vow he took as a terrified sixteen-year old
to Queen and Country never far from his mind. But one stolen moment at
the debutante ball for the princess had led to a courtship that was frowned
upon by all save her parents, and things had developed from there.
Until the Evil Queen had returned,
bringing with her a curse obliterating Emma’s light magic and her mother’s own
brand of malice - a barricade around the kingdom that not only trapped the
Royal Family within its borders, but also shut Liam and Killian off from the
sea. (Killian knew that the latter was coincidental, but it still made
him seethe) Left grounded in more ways than one, the Jones brothers had
taken on the responsibility of Emma’s safety as she and her parents raced to
break the curse and the siege.
Which leads them back to this very
moment, Killian bleeding out in the forest and Emma’s hands figuratively tied
against saving him.
“Emma, luv,” he whispered, afraid
to speak louder lest it wake some new hurt, “you have to go. Get
to safety. My brother will come for you.”
She hits him, and he cringes at the
force behind the blow to his shoulder. Every hurt voices its protest,
nearly sending him back into the blackness save for the venom in Emma’s voice.
“You idiot, I’m not going
anywhere until we can move you!” she hisses and Killian can’t help imagining a
viper poised to strike. Swan’s temper is a sight to behold, and he opens
his eyes against his better judgment to take in her face.
Gods, I love her when she’s angry, he thinks
before smirking disarmingly. Charmingly, even. Anything to erase
the look of worry that is peeking out from behind the ire.
She rolls her eyes at him.
“No. Don’t try it. I’m
not leaving you behind.” She reaches behind him to prod at his back and
he grits his teeth against the cry of agony that wants to escape.
He pants through her ministrations,
writhing away from her touch when he can no longer stand it. “Please,” he
begs breathlessly. “Please don’t do that again.”
Emma curls over his head, trying to
soothe him as she apologizes in his ear.
Tears leak from his eyes as he
tries to pant through the pain, his world reduced to the princess above him and
the fire behind him. The Evil Queen, herself, could march into the glade
and he doubts he’d notice.
“I’m sorry, Killian, please. I
have to get you out of here. Please
forgive me,” she mutters and it’s the only warning he has before the fire in
his back explodes into an inferno that steals the very breath from his lungs so
suddenly that he can’t even cry out before he goes limp, thanking the blackness
for taking him away from this agony.
What if the Volturi are wearing suits because it is a holiday and they were planning on having a day off, joining the humans and partying but Edward had to disrupt that. They couldn’t be bothered with changing clothes. Alternatively on their annual trip out to the balcony (the one that Carlisle was painted on) they wear the clothes of the time. In 2000 and something that just happened to be a suit
THAT HAS TO BE IT.
That has to be the one and only time they wore suits. They wore the suits to blend in, and only just that one time because everyone got too festive celebrating St. Marcus day and everyone was a little drunk on blood, it happens to the best of us! 👏🎉
It’s Canon now, guys. It’s Official™. All is well! Case closed forever!