in third grade, my friend said she’d trade me her holographic charizard for my hoo movie mew card. shady bitch backed out on the deal so when she went downstairs, i shoved her entire deck down my pants and replaced it with shitty element cards
SO. Britney Spears tweeted me. My #1! My queen, my mom, my idol. I got the notification and started breathing really really really hard and ran out onto my back deck panting and jumping and spazzing and crying. My life is literally made.
“So now, on the eve of what everyone expects to be your 6th Oscar nomination and possibly your 4th win, what’s running through your head, Jennifer?” Asks the inquisitive Diane Sawyer for the annual award season kick off spotlight interview.
The blonde bashfully looks around and nervously taps her fingers on her thigh, “Honestly? All I can think of right now is that I’m hungry and that I really hope my husband isn’t in there burning dinner. I smell things, my sense of smell is incredibly strong,” she replies hoping for a break soon after the previous hour and a half of questioning.
This is a Captain Swan: Choose Your Own Adventure story where you choose the plot (details here) It’s part of my Follower Appreciation (thanks guys!).
When Regina seeks revenge for Cora’s death and a happy ending with Henry something goes horribly wrong. A canon divergence fic from 2x20 “The Evil Queen” where Regina’s failsafe isn’t an auto-destruct. Back in the Enchanted Forest Emma and Killian are forced to pretend to be married while they figure out what happened.
Killian emerges on deck to find Emma leading two coachmen as they struggle with a trunk. She has exchanged her gown for a pair of blue leather breeches and waistcoat with a plain white cotton shirt underneath. Her hair is caught up in a long tail with a few hairs teasing their way out. She looks ready for an adventure and the thought makes him smile. His earlier trepidation melts away. If this is the last opportunity he has to spend time with Swan he will make the most of it.
“Welcome aboard, m'lady.”
Emma turns at his voice, smiles at his over exaggerated bow and crosses the deck to him.
“There you are!” Her voice is overly bright, a tone he has come to associate with her princess facade. They embrace, like a wife and husband who have endured a short separation; although Killian imagines if Emma was his wife he would never greet her with anything less than an enthusiastic kiss. He contents himself with swift kiss on her cheek. Her hair tickles his nose as she pulls back and unthinking he smoothes it and tucks it behind her ear. Her eyelashes flutter but she frowns slightly and he snatches his hand away. He puts distance between them and turns his attention to the coachmen. He instructs them on where to place the trunks and how to reach his cabin. As they disappear below decks Killian sweeps his arm to encourage Emma to follow them. She shoots him a strange look but descends below after them.