emma answers questions

dear person reading this:

  • your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
  • your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
  • your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o  n o t  b e  a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
  • “bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
  • your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
  • your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
  • scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
  • same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
  • sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
  • long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
  • tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
  • trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella 
  • ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
  • do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
  • lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
  • #1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek  (▰˘◡˘▰)
  • and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent, you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtaking in every single way.
  • next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥
If you could have one question answered honestly about QOAAD, what would it be?

I would want to know why Julian Blackthorn and Emma Carstairs can’t remember Jem and Tessa’s wedding, since we were supposed to find out 700 pages ago.

VRAINS Mystery Masterpost (1)

VRAINS Mystery Masterpost (Part 1: Episodes 1-14). Note that each masterpost will be listed on my page here so that way people can find them easier later down the road.

So I was bored and I figured that I’d rewatch VRAINS and note anything of interest that has yet to be explained by the show itself. While I was doing that, I thought about putting together a master list of mysteries and questions I had with the show while we’re still in the early stages.

The reason for doing this is to try and see what the VRAINS plot solves and what gets missed out on. I want to see how in-depth the show goes with answering our questions as well as wanting to see, later on, when everything appeared and how it all connects.

Granted, I probably missed a few questions here and there so if there’s a question someone has that hasn’t been answered by the show yet, send me a message and I’ll add it here!

I’m going to organize these as best as I can on an episode by episode basis. I’ll also add in references to quotes or actions of the cast as well as the episode numbers that the question first arises from. Any evidence supporting a question will also be quoted. When a mystery is solved, it will be crossed out and have the episode number that it was solved in written alongside it in the masterpost assigned to it.

I will also make a masterpost of (new) questions every ten episodes (so, when the show hits episode 20, 30, etc. I’m including ep 1-14 bc that’s where we’re at currently) so as to keep up with any new mysteries that appear. Questions mentioned in previous masterposts will not be re-brought up due to the fact that there are already quite a lot of questions the fandom needs answered and I prefer to split up the different questions and mysteries by each section of masterposts.

Okay, now, moving on, for the mysteries we have so far they are:

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anonymous asked:

You know, I don't think you have mentioned that you love Emma? What *do* you love about her? And what are you most excited about in her character development that she's shown in s6 vs s5 vs s4 vs s3 vs s2 vs s1?

Allow me to nominate this for Best Anon Ask Ever (reference is to this post). I am so excited to write this. :) Because the thing is, Anon, that I fell stupidly in love with Emma before the end of the pilot episode.

She is my favorite character in the show, and in the running for All Time Favorite From All Things. For all of my critiques of the show, I have very rarely had any quibbles with her portion of the story. This is literally one of those “how am I supposed to know when to stop writing” situations; I could go on for quite a while and include several hundred screen shots.

But to do that, one must first begin! So let me count a few of the ways in no particular order, knowing that the moment I post this, I will think of something I should have included.

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So I saw this on twitter ‘’ Someone just asked why Harry’s Horcrux didn’t die when bitten by Basilisk because  basilisk venom kills horcruxes? Anyone else wondering?’’

I know that Fawkes healed Harry with his tears, but you should think that the venom was already in his body long enough to destroy it? what’s your theory.

A Helping Hand (Ch 8/?)

Summary: My girlfriend just dumped me and I’ve gotten piss drunk and somehow managed to get into your apartment instead of my own. I’m trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Based on a Tumblr prompt that spiraled out of control.

A/N: I know, normally I would update one of my other stories, but I’m having too much fun writing this story.

@Rouhn is an absolute cupcake for putting up with me and looking over my chapters, offering relentless encouragement and support.

Thank you all for reading! Hope you enjoy. Okay, now I’m off to work on the next update for Wild at Heart.

Rated: Mature for sex and salty language

Also available: AO3 FF.N

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7

Killian was baffled. He wasn’t sure what had gone terribly wrong. That night had been the best night he’d had in a really long time. Then the next morning, he’d woken up with her in his arms. He hadn’t felt that blissfully content in what seemed like ages. Even when he was with Milah. Maybe he’d left too quickly, but in all honesty he was afraid. He knew that Liam would be there in a minute and he really didn’t want to be lectured by his brother. He didn’t want to hear that it was too soon for him to be involved with anyone, or that he wasn’t good enough for Emma. Maybe that was no excuse to leave her like he did, but he didn’t know it would make her so upset. Knowing Emma, if something like that bothered her, she’d be busting down his door, giving him a piece of her mind.

But she hadn’t spoken to him in three days.

Meanwhile, he tried his best curb the temptation of alcohol. Lately it never seemed to be in his favor. So he found another hangout place instead of the bar, where the temptation of rum wouldn’t be available. He’d go on the rooftop of his apartment and just look over the city. It was rather a fantastic sight, the sparkling lights that brightened up the night, the cool, refreshing breeze that passed through him. It was actually quite therapeutic.

“There you are, brother. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Killian sighed, turning his head reluctantly to see his brother entering through the roof hatch. “You’re sure I wanted be found, huh?”

Liam came up behind him, resting his hand on Killian’s shoulder as they both looked out over the cityscape. “I was just worried. You’ve been kind of distant lately.”

“Yeah, well one of the things I had going for me since I came here… hasn’t worked out very well.”

Liam’s eyebrows knitted together, curiosity dancing in his eyes. “And here I thought we were just starting to get along again.” He dropped his arm from Killian’s shoulder and folded his arms over his chest.

“You and I aren’t the problem. Although I’m really sorry that I let Milah come between us,” Killian apologized adamantly, his face stricken with guilt. Liam eyed him in surprise as Killian finally summoned the courage to say the things he’d been to cowardice to say before. “I haven’t told you this yet, but I’m truly sorry that we drifted apart.”

“Hey, it’s in the past now. And you’ve been through a lot since your accident. I tried not to pressure you since you’ve moved here. You don’t even have to talk about what happened if you don’t want to.”

“Thank you. I’m afraid if I did I would need some liquid courage, so I think I’m just going to pass for now.” Killian turned and looked at his brother in the eye, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. But I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, brother.”

Liam flashed him a frail smile and pulled him in for a hug. “It’s not a problem. What are the brothers for?” he asked, pulling away slightly, the corner of his lips turning up into a mischievous smirk. “Other than doing this…” He suddenly removed his other arm, putting Killian in a headlock, his hand ruffling Killian’s hair as Liam gave him a noogie.

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a-bad-poem  asked:

Hi - I have no idea who to ask so??? Does anyone know what Lance's casual outfit (the one he wears while milking Kaltenecker) is based off of? Like the fashion it came from,, such as something from Cuba?

oh! those was the same pajamas that he wore in season one, the ones that were apparently in his closet in the castle, with the lion slippers!! As far as I know, they weren’t based off of anything in particular, just being typical “altean” pajamas? I could be wrong though, I’m sure the artists drew inspiration from somewhere with those nightgowns!

Swan Queen One-Shot Complete

I recently posted a sneak peek of an SQ fic where Emma gets her tongue stuck to a pole and Regina happens to find her, and now it’s finished. Enjoy, and if you liked it leave a comment! :)

All she wanted was a damn grilled cheese and hot cocoa with cinnamon! Was that too much to ask? Now here she was, Emma Swan, the sheriff, stuck right in the walkway of Granny’s with her tongue stuck to a pole like a child trying to lick their favorite popsicle.

Only this wasn’t ice cream, and there was no way she was getting her tongue free herself. “Ah, so it wasn’t a myth after all,” Hook said with a smirk. Emma rolled her eyes and held out her hand. “Thay upth,” she mumbled.

It was supposed to be ‘pay up’ but the words sounded garbled coming from her half-open mouth. She had bet Killian $50 she could stick her tongue onto the pole and pull it off just as easily. Oh how wrong she was. It turns out that funny little scene in A Christmas Story wasn’t so fun when it was happening in real life.
Killian simply shook his head and flashed that annoying little smirk of his. “Get yourself unstuck and then we’ll talk.” He then proceeded to taunt her by holding out the wrinkled bill right out of her reach.

“Your girlfriedth ith going to kick your ath!” She yelled, referring to Belle, Killian’s new lover.

It turns out she and the devilishly handsome pirate (or so he thought) were better off as friends, and both seemed to prefer it that way. It was a lot more fun drinking the man under the table and then dropping him off at his ship rather than having to care for him, and Killian enjoyed teasing her mercilessly like a brother would like he was doing right now.

“I need helpth!” Emma shrieked as the metal tore at her taste buds. She would be lucky if she ever had the ability to taste food again after this. Oh how she took Granny’s famous homemade food for granted. Goodbye, coffee. Goodbye, burgers. Goodbye-

Miss Swan.”

Emma winced as she heard her name coming from that familiar mouth. She can now add public humiliation to the list of reasons why she was going to kick Hook’s ass. It couldn’t have been Jefferson or Whale, no. It had to be none other than the mayor herself, coming to witness her down fall.

Plus, Regina was low-key her girlfriend (or at least she acted like it) so that didn’t help matters. “What have you gotten yourself into?” Regina asked, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently on the ground.

God, could she be any more endearing- er, annoying? Just get the hot water and help her already!

“I beth Killian fifty buckth I could geth my tongue unsthuck. Thath what I’m trying to do,” Emma answered. “But thith really hurth now!”

A small smile appeared on the brunette’s face. She was enjoying this far too much.

“Have you tried pulling?” Regina spoke as if she was talking to a small child.
Emma answered her question by pulling as hard as she could. The only thing she succeeded in was causing it to bleed more. Ice had formed around the area, making it impossible to pull off.

Tears started to form in her eyes. It had only been about 20 minutes, but it felt like hours. All she wanted was to go home – well, Regina’s, she just lived there oh who was she kidding, home – and sleep for hours. But knowing Killian and Regina, she’d be stuck for a while yet.

“Really, Emma? This is how you are choosing to spend Storybrooke’s snow day? If you hadn’t chosen to be so foolish, I might have offered to buy you lunch. A grilled cheese and some hot cocoa sound absolutely delicious right now. I think I’ll go have myself a bite to eat. Killian, did you want anything?”
Emma growled as she listened to Regina’s speech. And the woman thought she was acting childish. Regina didn’t even like grilled cheese!

“I’ll take some rum if you can swipe it,” Hook answered with a wink. Emma would have smiled if she could have as she watched Regina’s smile morph into a frown. “Black coffee is the closest you’re going to get,” Regina drawled before sauntering inside.

She returned a few minutes later with a to-go bag of food in hand. Emma whimpered as she caught a whiff of the freshly made lunch.

“I think I am going to sit out here and enjoy the scenery,” the mayor said, wiping off a snow-covered patio chair for herself. Emma glared at her as she pulled out a tinfoil wrapped sandwich. Regina simply smiled and bit into it. Oh, she was going to pay.

“Good afternoon, Madame Mayor. Sheriff Swa- “Archie cut himself off as he noticed Emma’s predicament. “Oh. Do you- do you need some help there, Emma?”

“No thank you,” Emma answered. She wasn’t going to give Regina the benefit of the doubt. She would win her fifty dollars, kick some pirate ass, and retain her dignity.

The man nodded somewhat awkwardly before heading inside of the diner. Killian leaned against the railing, watching with amusement as Emma yanked and tried to manipulate her tongue off the frozen pole. “Give it up, Swan. I think I’ve won this round.”

Emma stomped her boot onto the snow-covered walkway, mumbling out a protest. If Regina hadn’t gotten herself involved she might just be free by now. Damn that woman and her unrelenting control over her. They might as well get married, seeing as how Regina acted like more of a wife than a friend.
“Hey moms!” Henry strolled up to them, hand in hand with his girlfriend Grace. “What’s going on?” He asked as he saw one mother with her tongue stuck, and the other not doing anything about it.

Emma felt her cheeks burning. Henry was supposed to see her as the invincible mom, the one who chased down bad guys and saved the day, and here she was brought down by an inanimate object.

“Do tell, Emma dear,” Regina said with a chuckle. Henry looked at his eldest mother in wary confusion. “Did you do this to her?”

This time, a strained laugh escaped Emma’s throat. Oh this was totally worth it. “I most certainly did not,” Regina snapped, throwing down her barely touched sandwich and glaring at the adorable blonde. “Em-ma got herself stuck all on her own. This serves as a lesson, Henry. Don’t do stupid things for money.”

“I can go get Granny…” Henry suggested. “I’ve got it handled, dear. Just go enjoy your day,” Regina said. Henry nodded and pulled Grace along. “It was nice to see you Grace!” The brunette called after them. “Thye Grace,” Emma said. The girl gave them an awkward smile and followed Henry down the street.
“Now where were we? Oh yes, I was enjoying Granny’s delicious grilled cheese,” Regina teased.

Tears froze on Emma’s reddened face. She was sick of this. She knew that Regina wouldn’t let her suffer forever, but this seemed like cruel and unusual punishment.

“Regina pleathe justh help me get my tongue unsthuck. I don’t care about the money anymore,” she pleaded.

A look of sympathy crossed the mayor’s face. “I suppose you’ve suffered long enough,” she said with a sigh. Then she held up her phone and took a quick picture. “But you are never going to live this down.”

“Come on, boys! We got a sheriff to save!” Leroy’s booming voice echoed down the street. “Oh no,” Emma said, frantically pulling at her tongue. The whole town would surely know what an idiot she was with Leroy’s big mouth.
“Don’t worry, Emma. We’re here to save the day,” Leroy said, holding up a chainsaw while the rest of the 6 help up axes. “Henry told us you were stuck.”

“No, no I’m fine,” Emma said quickly. She certainly didn’t want a chainsaw next to her tongue. Leroy didn’t hear her over the sound of the chainsaw starting up with a loud growl. The door of the diner burst open and Granny bustled out with a line of people behind her.

“What in the heck is going on here? Were you just about to cut into my restaurant?!” The older demanded, looking from Emma to the dwarves. “Well, yeah,” Leroy answered with a raised eyebrow. “How else are we supposed to free her?”

Ruby’s laughter interrupted her. The waitress doubled over and gasped as she fought to catch her breath. “For god’s sakes,” Granny muttered. Ruby yelped as the woman wacked her on the back of her head. “Go get some hot water and the first aid kit and quit your laughin’. I don’t much appreciate people acting like a bunch of foolish kids near my restaurant.”

Ruby quickly shut up and ran inside to do what she was told. Now a huge crowd had gathered to see the scene. “Thake a picthure it will last longer,” Emma said loudly. Her cheeks burned as some citizens did just that.

Ruby returned with the supplies and Granny quickly took charge. Emma whimpered as the woman came near. She wasn’t the gentlest person in the world, and this wouldn’t be a painless task. “Oh, quit whining. I haven’t even touched you yet,” Granny scolded her. “Serves ya right. You won’t do this again I’ll bet.”

Emma mumbled out an agreement and cried out as the hot water was poured on. “Be careful!” Regina snapped, the teasing side of her gone now that Emma was in hands other than her own. Although Regina would never admit it in a million years, she secretly liked taking care of Emma.

Maybe that was because she secretly liked the sheriff. She had offered her a place to stay when her parents became too suffocating, she pretended not to know about Henry and Emma’s scary movie nights, and she always had a to-go cup of coffee waiting every morning for Emma to take to work.

And maybe, just maybe, she had faked having a nightmare so she could sleep with Emma one night. And that one night had turned into several nights. Soon, Henry started poking his head in Regina’s room instead of both of theirs to wish them good morning, knowing where Emma would be.

But things hadn’t changed that much. Regina was still naggy as ever, and Emma still got in under the mayor’s skin. Perhaps what was most hilarious of all is they knew all of this. They knew each other’s secrets without telling one another, and so they pretended to remain obnoxiously unaware.

With a final cry of pain and a sharp tug, Emma was free. The crowd clapped politely and Regina stepped forward to examine the blonde’s mouth. It hurt so much she wasn’t able to close it. She tasted blood, and she knew it wasn’t a pretty sight.

Granny shoved the first aid kit in Regina’s hands. “Now go home, stick some cotton in your mouth, and stay out of trouble,” the older woman said. “Thankth, Granny,” Emma said with her swollen tongue.

“It doesn’t feel good, does it?” Regina asked, although her tone was no longer condescending. “No,” Emma said with a sniffle.

Regina patted her arm, then slid her arm around the blonde’s back to comfort her. Emma leaned into her touch, feeling like a 5-year-old again with a scraped knee. She was feeling cranky and sad, and she just wanted someone to kiss it better. Well, maybe not literally. That would be gross. And painful. But maybe another day she’d try to weasel Regina into it.

“Emma, are you alright? I heard Leroy yelling from clear inside the library and thought I would check out the crisis,” Belle said, coming to join them. “Yeah,” the sheriff answered with a sigh.

Belle’s gaze fell behind them onto the pirate leaning nonchalantly against the pole Emma was stuck against. “You had something to do with this Killian, didn’t you?” The brunette beauty asked.

The man’s eyes widened, and he coughed into his hand. “I- I might have had something to do with it,” he admitted. Emma giggled at the man’s submissiveness. Belle sure had him on a short leash.

The librarian caught sight of the bill in his hand and marched over, ripping it away from him. “Here you go, Emma,” she said, handing the blonde the $50. “I’m sorry for him. He likes to cause trouble, as you well know.”

“Oh, don’t feel too bad,” Regina spoke up, pulling Emma even closer. “Emma wasn’t innocent either.”

Hook gazed wistfully at his bill as his girlfriend dragged him away. “But- but I won- “

“I don’t want to hear it, Killian,” they could hear Belle snap just before they were out of earshot.

Emma grinned as best she could and wiggled her eyebrows. “I still won fifty buckth.”

Regina chuckled at her and slowly pulled the bill away, tucking it into her coat. “Oh no, dear. You have to earn that back.”

Emma frowned but followed her along to the mansion. “It hurth,” she complained as Regina popped an ice cube into her mouth and clamped her mouth shut. “Oh you poor baby. Do you want me to kiss it better?” The older woman teased.
Emma went to speak but Regina shushed her. “Don’t answer that,” she said with a slight smile. If only she knew what Emma had been thinking earlier.
Once the ice was gone, gauze was shoved in to stop the bleeding. “Look at you, Emma. You’re practically blue. Come on upstairs,” Regina tsked.

Emma diligently followed her to the bedroom. “I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t have left me there to freeze!” She argued, glad to find the swelling had gone down enough so she could talk normally.

Regina rolled her eyes and tossed her a pair of fleece pajamas. Emma couldn’t help but notice that she had pulled them out of her own dresser, despite them being Emma’s clothes. Yep, definitely married.

The blonde raised her eyebrows at the older woman, prompting the woman to put a hand on her hip. “Yes?” The brunette questioned. “Can you uh- turn around or something?” Emma asked snarkily.

“You are such a child, I swear. Just change,” Regina said.
Emma stubbornly shook her head. Truthfully, she found the mayor quite endearing when she was bossy. And Emma loved being the one to resist and make that vein in her forehead stand out. It was just how they were. Emma was the carefree and fun one, and Regina was the… mother hen, to put it nicely.

The blonde swiveled her finger to indicate the woman to turn around. Regina huffed but did as Emma wished. To annoy the mayor even further, Emma changed as slowly as possible. Regina finally turned around as she was pulling the shirt over her head.

The sheriff actually laughed as Regina stepped forward and yanked the shirt down. “You are infuriating. You need more of my attention than Henry,” the brunette remarked. “And what is so wrong with that?” Emma replied smugly.
That shut Regina up. She grabbed Emma’s wrist and dragged her downstairs to the den where she set her in front of the fireplace. “Are you hungry?” She asked.

“I want a grilled cheese. But I don’t think I can eat,” Emma answered with a pout.
Regina lifted her chin up and pried her mouth open to examine her sore tongue. She gave the young woman an unamused look as she spat the white gauze out onto the floor. Emma put on a little pout and tilted her head, a sure-fire way to wiggle her way even deeper into the mayor’s heart.

And it seemed to work. Regina’s mouth curved up into a smile and she booped the blonde on her nose. “My poor Emma. Would you like a popsicle for the pain?” She cooed. “A red one?” Emma asked hopefully. “Only the best for my girl,” Regina said.

Both women froze. Widened jade eyes met chocolate brown. A flicker of fear flashed in Regina’s eyes, and Emma noticed. The older woman turned away to go into the kitchen, but Emma pulled her back.

“Emma, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I- “

Emma gave her a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to apologize. I- to be honest, I was hoping you’d walk by when I made that bet with Hook. I wanted to impress you, but it kinda backfired.”

“You don’t say?” The brunette commented, regaining her confidence.
Emma blushed and looked down. “Do you really consider me… yours?”
Regina sighed; but it wasn’t the type of sigh that warned Emma she needed to put her guard up. It was as if the woman was relieved to get some weight off her chest. Like she was finally ready to admit her feelings.

“Emma, you were mine from the moment you packed your bags and moved in here. You’ve stocked my fridge and cupboards with junk food. Your bug has left permanent tire marks on my lawn because of your inability to parallel park. You keep your underwear in my dresser. We share the same bed, and you’ve called this place home since the day you moved in here.”

Regina paused to look over at the woman. “And somehow, although I thought it was impossible, you’ve found your way into my heart.”

The light that shone in the blonde’s eyes was so happy that Regina couldn’t help but smile. And Emma couldn’t help but wonder how Regina felt; if it was nice being the one person to make someone happy after years of being feared and hiding away. To actually be wanted instead of pushed to the side.
Regina made her way over to the freezer, digging her hand inside to find the last red popsicle Emma had hidden away because she knew they were Henry’s favorite as well. And Emma couldn’t help but stare at her. She was still the same Regina she knew; hot-headed, impatient, stubborn. But now she was someone who saw past Emma’s layers and still wanted her, even with her broken past.

“So…” Emma drawled, hopping up onto the counter island and swinging her legs. “this means I get to convert my old room into a game room for me and Henry?”

Regina unwrapped the popsicle and popped it into the younger woman’s mouth. “We’ve discussed this. Henry is already slacking on his school work without a game room for an added distraction. Now keep your mouth shut for once in your life and eat your dessert. I thought you were in so much pain because of my so-called cruelty.”

Emma pulled the popsicle from her mouth and planted a quick kiss on the mayor’s lips. Regina looked surprised, but her lips curled up into the tiniest of smiles.

“So if you won’t let me convert it into a game room, how about a playroom?” Emma asked before putting the popsicle back in.

“What?” Regina said with a light chuckle. “Is this your way of asking me to have sex with you?”

Emma jumped off the counter and moved so close to Regina that she could smell apples, which she had recently grown to like. She was convinced the scent had to be some kind of perfume or a spell or something, but every time she asked Regina had just scoffed and said she was ridiculous.

“This is my way of asking you to own me completely,” Emma said seriously, searching Regina’s face for any sign of doubt. Taking that as her silver lining, she grasped the older woman’s suit and pulled her even closer before settling her lips on her mocha skin.

The light shudder and quiet moan confirmed that Regina was thoroughly enjoying this. But as Emma snuck her tongue out to taste the woman, she hissed in pain and snapped back like a rubber band let loose.
“Are you alright?” The mayor asked, concern settling in her amber eyes despite her skin being flushed. Emma slowly nodded, fighting the habit to touch her tongue.

Regina hated the strange habits she seemed to have with her mouth, and always scolded her when she was caught. She didn’t seem to mind the rapidly appearing hickey that the blonde had used her mouth to create though.

“Forgot it was sore,” Emma mumbled with a nonchalant shrug. Regina scrunched her nose up in that playful way of hers and led her back to the den in front of the blazing fireplace.

Emma was silent for a moment before speaking. “So… is that a yes on the playroom? Or a yes on the game room?”

Regina leaned down and planted a kiss on her warm cheek, lingering just a few seconds longer than she usually would. “I’ll think about it. Maybe I can think of a few creative ways for you to earn that fifty dollars back. But for now, I’m going to make us some hot cocoa.”

The blonde pouted and Regina mimicked her expression. “Consider this a punishment for sticking your tongue onto things other than me, Miss Swan. Once you are fully healed, I will not be so kind.”

The older woman caught her chin right underneath her finger, forcing her head up to meet her eyes. “Do I make myself clear?”

Emma swallowed thickly and nodded. With that, Regina released her with a smile and sauntered on back to the kitchen. Emma’s eyes were glued to the mayor’s backside with every step she took. This was by far the best snow day ever.

anonymous asked:

Look, I know, I know, you hate answering questions about Emma, but we really need a feminist icon like Emma right now, Emma has a brother, a gay brother, someone she couldn't save from her monster dad in the past, I would love to see her finally saving him... one day, I know right now is not a good time, she's... different, but maybe one day, some justice for her brother, I think we need hope in this dark times. keep the good work.

I don’t hate answering Emma questions at all. But there’s only so much I can say right now. I take comments like yours to heart, though.

Take Me To Church [11/?]

A/N: Finally, the chapter you have all been waiting for! Thank you for being patient with my finicky muse and my social obligations that kept me from updating sooner than I wanted. I hope it’s worth the wait!

As always, a HUGE shout out to @ive-always-been-a-pirate​ for being the most awesome of betas and putting up with my whining as I wrote this chapter and her support when I started to doubt myself. A pivotal line in this chapter was found by her months ago for me to use and Father Jones’s song choice was also a suggestion made by her. :) Also, mad props to @phiralovesloki​ for helping a fellow shipmate out when it came to a certain section of the smut!

The special banner for this chapter was made by the ever lovely @thesschesthair​!


Emma Swan returned to her southern hometown of Storybrooke to pick up the pieces of her last shattered relationship, determined to rebuild her life in the one place she swore she’d never return to. What she didn’t expect was the new priest and the journey of passion, love, and redemption he would take her on. [Priest!Killian Modern AU]


Rated: E
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Chapter 11: Faith or Cowardice

“Hair up or down?“

"Down,” Emma replied, unable to stop from smiling at the sheer happiness that radiated from Tink’s face as the other blonde reached for the curling iron that had been turned on prior to Emma getting into the shower. Tink had always had a love affair with hair - God knew her, Elsa, and Ruby had never had to pay for a professional hairstylist for any formal occasion throughout high school - and it was truly no surprise she had ended up opening her own salon before she was twenty-one. Tink was good at what she did though, which was exactly why Emma had let the petite blonde take charge of doing her hair despite Emma’s own lackluster feelings about her impending date.

Not that she could have stopped any of them from being there.

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sosolovelygirl  asked:

30 and 41 ✨💛

30. whats your favorite candle scent?

i can never go past a vanilla scented candle 😍

41. top 10 favorite songs?

ok right now my faves are:

  1. Did You Wrong - Sweater Beats ft MAX
  2. Dancer in the Dark - Chase Atlantic (the inspo for my latest theme !!)
  3. New Rules - Dua Lipa
  4. Homemade Dynamite - Lord ft a million other artists
  5. Hurricane Love - L.A WOMEN
  6. Her (Loving You) - Glades
  7. Heartbreaker - Bad Suns
  8. November - SUPER CRUEL ft Lisa Mitchell
  9. I Like Me Better - Lauv
  10. Pretend - Mashd N Kutcher & Park Avenue (absolute banger)

these songs are all in my spotify playlists !! my username is emma.lucys xx


answering questions from here !! x

#52: Boyband VS Girlband | AU | Part 5

A/N:

Boyband VS Girlband | Part 1

Boyband VS Girlband | Part 2

Boyband VS Girlband | Part 3

Boyband VS Girlband | Part 4

Luke:

The breakfast was soon over, camp students starting to head towards where their class would possibly be, you dragging your feet towards the cabin. Luke was already in the cabin as you arrived, sitting on his bed with his guitar. “So much for Isolation cabin.” You mumbled under your breath before grabbing a book, letting your mind flow in fantasy world throughout the whole day until the darkness had appeared outside.

“You wanna do something?” He asked breaking the silence, making you shift in your bed to get a better view of him. “Like what?” Luke raised himself from his bed heading towards the closet and roaming through it. “We could play a game or something.” He mumbled from having his head in it, searching. Your feet dangled against the bed as you sat up, eyeing him skeptical. “Truth and dare?” He suggested, grabbing a bunch of cards with an elastic band around it. “How mature.” You commented with a raised eyebrow, making him cock a smile. “With alcohol.” He added showing his other hand which was grasped around a bottle of vodka. “Where’d you get that?” You asked raising yourself from the bed. “I have my ways.” He smiled placing the bottle and cards on the floor before joining. “What are you waiting for?” He asked looking up at you, gesturing to the spot in front of him. “What if they notice-?” “They’ve already put us in isolation cabin, what’s the worst thing they can do now?” Luke questioned starting to mix up the cards. You hesitated for a moment but sat down anyways, watching his hands mix them up. “You start.” He smiled lying out a few piles. “If you reject doing a dare or tell a truth, you’ll have to take a sip.” He explained, leaning back on his hands. You grabbed a truth card wanting to start easily, reading it out loud. “Have you ever lied to your partner to avoid an intimate moment?” “No. I haven’t. I don’t even have a partner.” You grinned, placing the card down under the others. “Your turn.” You smiled, gesturing to the pile. He reached out for a card, his hands moving around before he grabbed a truth card as well, “What is the stupidest thing that you have done in front of a crowd?” “You see this?” He asked pointing towards his forehead. You nodded your head squeezing your eyes to look at the small scar. “I got it 3 years ago. The final competition was on a rainy day and I slipped on stage and hit my own head with my guitar.” He admitted making your hands fly up to your mouth, trying to muffle the giggles. “You were him?” You said slipping out a giggle. He nodded his head with a smile, shaking his head at how clumsy he had been. “Your turn.” He smiled, waiting for you to take a card.

The game continued for long, cards scattered everywhere now and Luke being slightly tipsy, you on the other hand more wasted than necessary. Somehow your head had found Luke’s lap, the cards were now forgotten and you had made your own game, Luke holding the bottle in his hands as he took a sip. “I didn’t think you would get this drunk.” He stated looking down at you. You only let out a giggle, reaching out for the bottle. “Uh Uh.” He said, holding the bottle back making you form a pout. “You have to deny a truth/dare then.” “Fine.” You huffed crossing your arms. “I chose dare.” He thought for a minute before he looked down at you, the faint sound of Blink 182 playing in the background from his’ speakers. “I dare you to kiss me.” He smirked, chewing on his lip. “Not gonna happen.” You giggled shaking your head, reaching your arms out for the bottle. “I’m changing the rules.” He announced, making your arms fall down. “If you want some from the bottle, it’ll cost a kiss.” You crossed your arms looking up at him. Your eyes flicked between his and the bottle unsure of what to do. “Kiss me then.” You said more quietly looking up at him. He formed a smile before placing the bottle and leaning down to place his lips between your bottom lip and over, kissing you sweetly and slow making your stomach twist with butterflies, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time. Luke pulled away seconds later but because of the alcohol in your veins it had felt like years. “Cheers mate.” He smiled giving you the bottle for you to take a sip. The feeling of his lips were still lingering on yours as you had zoned out looking at him, but was zoned out as the feeling of the cold glass against your lips was pressed, Luke waiting for you to take a sip. The now lukewarm liquid glide down your throat as you drowned a sip, the harsh feeling attacking your throat. “We should probably get to bed soon.” He mumbled twisting the lid around the bottle. “I’m not tired.” You said trying to mumble a yawn afterwards. “Fine.” Luke smiled before helping you up from the bed, stabilizing you to stand straight before guiding you over to the bed, your face hitting the pillow. “Night Lukey.” You mumbled into it as you felt him pull the covers over your body. 

Calum:

“Is Y/N out with Calum?” Willow questioned looking up from her magazine. “I think she is.” “What are we waiting on then, let’s go and check them out.” Willow pushed on, throwing her magazine onto the bed, the other girls following her as they left and headed towards where you were.

Taking a turn down the left path of the wood, you let out a small smile as you saw Calum’s dark form standing up against a tree, his phone is his hand typing, not acknowledging your presence. “Boh.” You said quietly as you approached him, making him lift his head up from the screen, breaking into a smile. “Hey.” He breathed, pulling his phone into his back pocket before pulling you in for a hug. His cologne was stronger than usual, making your nose linger for more as you pulled away. He reached out for your hand, intertwining your fingers leaving a pink blush on your cheeks by the sudden contact. The both of you headed back towards his’ cabin, swinging your arms back and forth. “Have you guys found out a song for the competition yet?” He asked starting up a conversation. “Not yet.” You mumbled, making him form a smile. “Neither here. The boys want to play different types of music so it’s kind of hard to find one song that fits.” Calum explained turning to the left with you. “That’s exactly the same problem as us.” You said in awe looking up at him. “Willow wants to do a more indie thingy where Hero wants to do some popish punk and then there’s just me and Emma who wants to play some good old Green Day.” “I guess you’ll end up doing like us and found out the song the day before and then practice to 4am at night.” You let out a laugh by his statement, shaking your head. “Not a chance, we want to be more prepared than just that.” You answered as you guys walked towards Calum’s camp. The lights to his cabin was off, making you let out a small sigh of relief of being alone. Calum opened the door for you, letting you in first before he went in as well. “Where are the boys?” You questioned as he flicked on the light, the whole cabin empty yet the smell of boy still lingered in the air. “They went out.” He mumbled, throwing his jacket on his bed. “You look really beautiful tonight.” The compliment made you raise an eyebrow inside your head but on the outside a pinkish blush appeared on your cheeks making you bite your lip. “You’re really cute when you do that.” He commented making a blush appear onto your lips. “When I do what?” You asked watching him as he took a step closer, intertwining your fingers. “The way you bite your lip when you don’t really know what to say.” In an instinct you did it again, chewing on your bottom lip making him let out a small giggle. His thumbs were drawing patterns along the back of your hands. Calum looked down at you expectedly, leaning his forehead on yours making your breath hitch in your throat. “Would it be awkward if I kiss you now?” He asked, already creating the awkwardness but you only shook your head making him smile before he captured his lips with yours.

The sound of hollering made Hero cock an eyebrow, finding it strange that at this time at night, someone would be making noise. She caught the other girls’ attention before they walked to the other side of the cabin, seeing Ashton, Luke and Michael look inside the other window. The sound of their footsteps made the boys turn their heads towards the sound, noticing the girls. “What are you guys doing here?!” Willow hissed as they approached the boys. “I think the question is more, what are you guys doing on OUR side of the camp?” Ashton said trough gritted teeth, crossing his eyes as they all teared their eyes away from the window. “We’re here to protect Y/N.” Emma answered Ashton’s question making the other girls nodding their heads, placing their hands onto their hips. “And we’re here to protect Calum.” Luke send a smirk towards the girls as he spoke, crossing his arms. “Uhm guys?” Hero mumbled, catching their attention and tearing them away from the intense stare. “What?” Willow asked looking over at her. “I don’t think we can protect this.” She said looking inside the window; all 6 of them gathering around the window to look in. “Get in there Calum.” Michael cheered more to himself than others, achieving a death glare from the other boys. Calum was hovering over you as your back was pressed against his bed, his lips working endlessly against yours. “10 bucks they’ll have sex.” Luke challenged making the girls wide their eyes. “Not on my dead body.” Willow stated before she ran over to the front door, the girls and boys right after her as they barked into the cabin.

Michael:

A groan from Luke made Michael look up from his phone for a second seeing the blond haired boy toss and turn in sleep. “Michael.” He said groggily and Michael lifted himself up on the elbow. “Turn the damn phone off. I’m tired of the light and I can’t sleep.” Michael let out a laugh at Luke’s statement before pointing the phone towards Luke’s face and he instantly let out a terrified moan – the light going straight into his eyes. “You’re an idiot.” He snickered before turning his body so his back was facing Michael. “Who are you even texting?” He asked and Michael ignored him. “No one.” Michael said after a few seconds of silence before plugging his charger into the phone, placing it on the nightstand beside him.  Michael let his body slide out from the warm covers letting his feet dangle against the bedside as he took his sweater pulling it over his head. Hearing the weird movements, Luke turning his body angle 180 degrees to see a now standing up Michael. “Where you’re going?” He asked in fear, fully awake now sitting up straight. “Just out.. For a walk..” Michael trailed off and Luke gave him an unconvinced look. A buzz from Michael’s phone caught both teenage boys’ gazes’ and Luke didn’t hesitate to grab Michael’s phone before Michael did, seeing a text from non-other than you. “Y/N?! As in Y/N from Devilish Angels?! Mate have you complete lost your mind?!” Michael shook his head at Luke before grabbing his phone from Luke’s hand not wanting him to see any further. “Michael.” He warned and the dark-haired stood still waiting for Luke to continue. “You know how Steve will react. Mention for him that you’re seeing someone from the other camp and he won’t hesitate to rip your balls off. I hope you know what you’re doing.” Michael let out a little nod as Luke finished talking and gave him a small smile. “I’ve got it. Trust me.” Michael gave Luke one last glare before he headed over to the door opening it before going outside.

*

Your feet were dangling down against the pave of the small jetty, the water dark and stars and the moon shining bright. Sometimes it was actually worth it being away from the constant noise back in the city. The before sound of locusts moving disappeared and your looked around quickly in fear before letting out a small scream seeing Michael stand behind you. “ You little shit.” You whisper-yelled before standing up smacking his chest lightly. He just laughed at your insult before pulling you into his arms he swayed the two of you around. “ I’ve missed you.” He smiled as he pulled back to look at you, still holding firmly around your waist. “Oh really?” He nodded proudly as you asked making you shake your head at him, laughing. “So are we just gonna stand here or should we go for a walk?” You smiled before pulling his arms away from you, him instantly letting out a pout. “ Fiine.” He sighed before taking your hand, the butterflies starting to build up as he gently drew patterns on your wrist.  “ We have to be quite here.” He said whilst holding his pointing his finger in front of his lips gesturing to the cabins surrounding you. But of course Michael had to do something ridiculous as “ accidently “ Letting his hand slide down your waist before grabbing lightly at your tickling spot and as he did you let out a mix between a laugh and a howl making his eyes wide in surprise before pressing you behind one of the bushes. “ You’re a complete idiot.” You giggled in a whisper as the sound of a door opened. You both lifted your heads, not enough for any persons to see you, but enough for you guys to see them. “It’s just Mrs. Goner. She’s harmless.” Michael whispered pointing towards the gray haired lady standing outside from her cabin looking around for any people. She waited a few seconds for any noise but as you and Michael kept quite she went back in. “That was close.” Michael mumbled with big eyes before lifting himself up from the ground before giving you his hand for you get up from the ground. Grabbing your hand again, you both went further down into Michael’s camp, ending up at the girls’ cabins. You had quite talks fearing that you would wake people from their slumbers. “You know what would be awesome?” You laughed looking over at Michael. “No?” He teased as he stuck his tongue out at you, but gave you a little smiley afterwards for you to continue. “How awesome would it be if we collabs together for the final competition. I mean we’re kind of into the same music. It could be so epic?” Michael stopped in track as you asked, is eyes going wide before an idea popped into his head. “That sound like a good idea, actually.” He smiled but it faded away. “There’s no doubt the boys would never like it though.” He admitted scratching his neck. “The girls wouldn’t either.” You sighed. The sound of footsteps behind you made Michael turn around quickly, seeing a shadows far away. You turned around as well with a confused stare, but Michael dragged you fast towards the shadows. “We knew we would find you here. With her.” Calum said crossing his arms, looking deadly at your intertwined hands.

Ashton:

“Where the hell is Y/N?” Hallie asked looking over at your empty bed. The other girls looked up as well, confuse written on their faces. “This is not good.”Kimi mumbled looking out the window, noticing Luke and Calum already looking in. “I think I know who’s a part of this.” She warned making the other girls stand up from the bed, noticing the boys before looking at each other.

The smell of cologne and teenage sweat roamed your nose as you started to stir in your sleep, feeling trapped up and a warmth source next to you. Turning around on the bed your eyes widen as they were met with a chest. A too familiar chest. Even though you didn’t want to, you blinked lifting your eyes to see Ashton’s closed ones, sleeping on his side next to you. A jolt stroke trough your body making your whole body wiggle your arms pushing Ashton’s chest harshly pushing him out of the bed. “What the fucking shit Ashton Fletcher Irwin.” You almost shouted, sitting up in bed and trying to stand up but your hand was linked at the bed’s headboard, the handcuffs making you winch. “Ow.” Ashton mumbled taking himself to the head, not fully awake but as he sat up from the floor, noticing your frustrated state a smirk played on his lips. “Morning princess.” He greeted with a smile, only making you more frustrated than what you already were. “What is this?” You questioned, lifting your hand up and pointing towards the handcuffed hand. “Isn’t it nice?” He smiled sitting back on the bed, pulling the covers over him. “Let me go. Now.” You warned looking at him deadly. “How about.. No.” He giggled placing a kiss to your nose. It scrunched up as his lips left it, your mouth forming into a gag. “For how long do you want me to be here, until camp is over?” You were freaking out at this point, Ashton laying his head on the pillow. “Sounds fine.” He sighed shutting his eyes. You gave him a small push with your hip making him almost fall onto the floor again but he did stabilize himself. “You didn’t used to be this rejecting Y/N.” He mumbled cocking an eye open to look at you. “The words made you let out a huff, trying to cross your arms but it failed with the handcuffed hand. “And what will you tell people if they ask after me? Y/N’s linked to my bed so sorry she can’t make it for the rest of the camp?” “I’m not that dumb Y/N.” He answered, lying on his side. “I told the boys to tell if anyone was questioning where we are, they’ll just have to say that you’re sick and I’m taking care of you.” You rolled your eyes yet again at Ashton as he just giggled at you, you looking anywhere else than his hazel eyes as he sat more up and grabbed his phone.

*

Time flied fast to be honest and before you knew it, it was late at night. The sound of the door smacking open made a jolt strike through the both of you looking up. “I suggest you save your ass before it’s too late Irwin.” Hallie barked into the cabin, the other girls standing outside. Ashton let out a small chuckle standing up from the bed. “3 VS 1? You don’t think I can take you guys, one phone call, and you’re down.” Ashton smirked, looking delight at the girls. Hallie cocked her head as she looked at him, reaching behind her back to show him her phone, FaceTime lighting up from the screen. It was hard to see but Ashton could form out Luke on the FaceTime, grabbing the phone as Hallie threw it towards him. “Ashton?! Ashton, mate you gotta get us out of this cabin, it’s dark and Calum is touching me at inappropriate places accidently!” Luke almost screamed through the phone making Ashton’s smirk to fade a bit. “What about Michael?” He asked, gaining some confidence again as he threw the phone back to Hallie. Hallie and Kimi moved away from the door, letting Adelaide walk in with a hand in a tight grip around Michael’s ear. Kimi reached down in her bra before she fished up a key to the handcuffs, you letting out a victorious smirk. Ashton stammered for a bit, afraid what was going to happen, Michael being putty in Adelaide’s grip as she walked him over to a bed, placing him down. Ashton stood frozen in his spot as he watched the key being thrown towards where you were sitting, you catching it with your free hand before unlocking the handcuff, taking your hand out before you grabbed the handcuffs. “Take him down.” Kimi and Hallie grabbed Ashton before the boy could react to anything, making him go down in knees before they held his hands behind his back. You sneaked the handcuffs around his wrist before pulling him up and guide him out of the door as he shouted after Michael “Don’t just stand there help me for god sake”. Michael stood up from his spot before running towards the cabins where Luke and Calum was locked in.

Once Upon the N Train

CS Modern AU, Based partially on actual events…

Words: 3,066 | Rating: Soft T (Adult themes, suggestive dialog) | Ao3: x

Dedicated to all the lovelies in the Writer’s Hub, without whose encouragement and humor, I probably would have abandoned this days ago. ♥♥

After a mad dash across the platform, Emma scooted her way onto the subway car just as the doors closed. It was nearly empty, the only other person was a man near the back leaning against the window with his eyes closed. He had the collar of his tan trench coat popped up, covering most of his face, but Emma could see the bottoms of his grey suit pants and his shiny black oxford shoes. He’d clearly been working late at one of the downtown offices, catching a nap on his ride home in the quiet lull between the evening rush hour and the last-call crowd. 

Emma took her seat as the train lurched forward, setting her shopping bag on the spot next to her and pulling out her tablet to choose something to read. As a responsible and successful adult who was choosing to continue her professional education, she should probably have opened up the reading for her Advanced Topics in Criminology class, but it was Friday night and she wasn’t that responsible. Instead she tapped the cover of a cheesy romance novel about a time-traveling Viking with too many kids, and shifted in her seat to get comfortable for the ride home. 

“So, is it a gift or for yourself?” the sudden sound of the man’s voice startled Emma.

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The Fix-It Sisters (2/3)

Summary: Contractor Emma and realtor Mary Margaret make a living helping people buy fixer-uppers and turning those houses into dream homes, all filmed for their hit reality show. Their next episode, featuring widower Killian Jones, is anything but typical.

Rating: T

Notes: This is dedicated to @bashful-killian. She knows why.

Disclaimer: This is what happens when I binge-watch three seasons of The Property Brothers on Netflix. I have no idea how the show is actually filmed; I made all this up. My apologies to the Scott brothers.

AO3 - - - Part I - - - Part III - - - Bonus Chapter

Part II

When Emma got home that afternoon, Mary Margaret was still out, likely meeting face to face with Killian’s realtor and the agent for the sellers. She flopped down on the couch and tried to distract herself. She always got antsy right after the major design meeting, There was just so much to do now; she had to hire trades and get her tools and equipment ready to go. She wouldn’t start purchasing anything until the demolition was under way, since there was nothing worse than ordering materials and furniture and then discovering an issue that required downsizing the budget. But she could start finalizing the plans, in terms of those purchases.

She wouldn’t, though. Not until they closed on the house. Until then, she’d just have to obsess over the upcoming process. At least with a cash offer, this would go quickly. They’d negotiate with the sellers, close on the house, and then there would be a couple weeks for her to get everything ready to go.

She needed Mary Margaret to come home and save her from herself, though; she found herself returning to the design plans, just to be sure.

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Okay so the scene I’m going to be talking about in this post is when Emma is talking to Henry about Neal. 

  • Season 2, Episode 14: Manhattan.

This scene is short but I feel is very important because this is a convo that Emma felt like she would never have to have with Henry, so her emotions are all over the place, and even though this scene isn’t between Emma and Neal, it still is very important because it lets us see a little more into Emma’s feelings towards Neal.

It really upsets me when SF BA’s completely ignore these emotions because they are very important to Emma’s character.

The scene starts off with Henry sitting on the fire escape:

Henry: “So that’s him.”

Emma: ”Yeah”

Emma says in a very uncomfortable tone, obviously feeling out of her element: 

Henry: ”Why didn’t you tell me?”

And right before Emma answers Henry’s question you can tell, just by her expression, how hard this is for her. After all these years never thinking for a minute she would even get to meet/see her son again let alone have this conversation with him now?

It’s such a hard moment for Emma to have to explain this to Henry.

Emma: “Because I never thought I would see him again. I never wanted too." (the way Emma says that in such a cold tone which shows she still has a lot of anger inside of her because of Neal, which is completely understandable)

Henry: "Why not?”

And lets just a moment to really look at Emma’s reaction to that question, the pain in her eyes, reliving all those horrible memories all over again in the blink of an eye. And people really wonder why we dislike Swanfire so much? Just this look alone breaks my heart:

Emma: “He was a thief, Henry. A liar, a bad guy and he… he broke my heart.”

Henry: ”I could have taken it, you know, the truth.”

Emma: “I know….he’s just a part of my life I…”

And that this moment Emma stops herself for a second because it’s getting so overwhelming having to remember everything she has been put through and all of that pain, all over again.

Emma“… wanted to forget.”

Emma: ”That’s why I didn’t tell you. I was thinking of me, not you.”

Henry: “I thought you were different but you’re just like her, Regina. She always lied to me, too.”

Look at the horrified and shocked look on he face. This is so fucking heartbreaking because all the blame gets put on Emma and nothing gets put on, who is truly belongs, Neal! 

NEAL was the one who fucking hurt her. NEAL was the who abandoned Emma. NEAL was the one who sent her to prison for his crime. NEAL is the one who didn’t even bother to find Emma after all those years and when he found out she broke the curse! 

Yet she is the one all the blame goes to? If Neal even bothered to check up on Emma while she was in prison he would have found out she was pregnant but he chose to run away from his problems and let Emma with the fall out.

How is this fucking fair that he gets away with everything when it’s Emma who, once again, gets heartbroken because of Neal?! This pisses me off so much.

Emma: "I’m sorry.“

Henry: "I wanna meet my dad.”

*Emma nods while making this last heartbreaking expression*

I can’t express enough how much I dislike Swanfire! After everything Neal has done to her, he still finds new ways of breaking her heart.

This is NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. THIS IS TOXIC. THIS IS UNHEALTHY. THIS IS DISGUSTING.

No one deserves to be treated like this, by anyone, the way Emma has been treated by Neal. Plain and simple!

(here is the link if you want to watch this scene)