epic vomit

Aaaand well shit, that’s my problem, isn’t it? 

Because of the nature of S1, there was the built in restriction of the mundane world. All of the rivalry and angst had to play out without the crutch of unrestricted magic. The little bits here and there were odd and creepy anomalies instead of the fall-back answer to everything.

S2 kind of brought that in as well, but it starts to go off the rails pretty quickly – Rumple and Regina are magic users, Emma’s away for a bit anyway, but her freely using magic is 2 seasons away at this point. So things kind of start to go a bit screwy, but then once you bring in Greg and Tamara, and before the Storybrookians realise that G&T know what the fuck is up, there’s the whole idea of keeping shit schtum as to not arouse outside suspicion. Like even Regina and Rumple are invested in that to some extent.

Neverland works-ish, because even though they’re in a world with magic, Emma’s still learning, Rumple fucks off, Regina is being vetoed on magic use by the heroes – but the magical MacGuffins start in earnest around this point and they never really stop coming.

By S4, there’s no reason to curtail the use of magic except for the on-again-off-again issue of it always having a price, or it being out of control. And when there are no restrictions, logic flies out the window.

Magical items and spells are conveniently available whenever needed, and conveniently unavailable for the same reason and I really feel like the flippancy towards the world building really kicks up at this point (ALSO BECAUSE FROZEN JESUS CHRIST) and you start to get A&E’s palpable resentment towards fans who were asking for the modicum of world-building consistency that the earlier seasons showed?

There needed to be a restrictive element to the magic in the show in order to keep it within that mythical “S1 feel” and that was the only thing they were unwilling to go back to.

I can’t believe kol used dark magic to trap his sister, risked the life of his other sister (who trapped davina in hell in the first place), ignored the impending extinction of his brother, and manipulated his seven year old niece into doing an arduous and dangerous spell all to save davina L M A O honestly I’m thriving

aubvi  asked:

Passing K's request on to you since you're feeling fluffy ;) "Gave a running hug to the wrong person at the airport and knocked you on the ground -- Olicity AU"

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[Ao3]

She hadn’t meant to do it, she really hadn’t.

One moment she’d been sitting in the airport foyer, tapping idly away at her phone, waiting for Barry to hurry up and meet her, the next she’d been sprinting across the aisle, bags dropping unnoticed at her feet, hair whipping behind her as she ran towards the tall figure entering the waiting area. Had she given it a few more seconds, she might have noticed the distinct surplus of rippling muscle that, “Barry” had seemed to be packing, as well as the light grazing of stubble that dusted high cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass. Instead, she was met with a rather shocking surprise in the form of solid, dense muscle that hit her like a brick wall, as she collided with a broad chest, arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, bringing her slamming against his torso with a muffled “oof”.

It took a few moments of tentative feeling (perhaps a little more than strictly necessary) for her to realise that..yup, this was definitely not Barry. In fact, the stiff figure to whom she clung was nothing like the lanky, paper-thin form of her best friend. He even smelled different - an intoxicating musk of leather and citrus  that enveloped her senses like a comforting blanket - no, not comforting, safe maybe, but there seemed the slightest hint of danger that crackled about his presence and oh good lord was she really sniffing him?! Felicity sprang back, releasing the not-Barry with a yelp that was quickly stifled by the hand that clapped over her mouth. Unfortunately, even that physical barrier couldn’t stop the barrage of words Felicity felt mounting in her subconscious, as she desperately fought to keep the ramble at bay. She could do this, she could. There was no way she was going to make an even bigger fool out of herself by unleashing her motor-mouth on the poor guy, not this time. She just needed to channel her inner Middleton - calm, collected, regal. She could do this, she..

Striking blue eyes slammed against her own with a startling intensity that knocked the breath from her lungs and sent her heart hammering against her chest, his piercing gaze burning away tenuous restraint she had on her mind. She had time for only one thought before the tsunami of words was upon her.

Oh, frack.

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