everything you need for it can be found in the underworld

Why the Disney guys are great

ERIC: He loves his dog. He plays the flute really well and that’s hard to do. Really gentle and sweet. When he found Ariel on the beach he took her home and took care of her. Great smile. Is a chill guy but will also not hesitate to stab and kill an evil sea witch with his boat.

PHILIP: Hears a pretty sound and follows it. Great singing voice. Never realizes that the girl he fell in love with is the princess he’s supposed to marry. Falls so in love that the first thing he does is go to his father and tell him. Has that goofy little hat with a feather. Fought a motherfucking dragon on a cliff.

NAVEEN: Immediately takes off his royal suit into a civilians outfit and disappears playing ukulele. Even though he’s turned into a frog he’s still oozing confidence. Can only mince food, doesn’t know how to do anything else. Made a ring out of scrap even though they’re frogs. Is willing to give everything up as long as Tiana gets her restaurant. Has that nice curl that falls onto his forehead. Unplaceable yet charming accent.

HERCULES: His strength too big for his goddamn body. Goes from zero to a hundred real quick. Even though he can deck a monster in a minute flat he has no idea how to talk to girls. Socially awkward. Good with kids. Can do a push-up on one finger. When told to use his head he took it literally. Punched his uncle, the god of the underworld, in the face.

FLYNN RIDER: Sarcasm galore. The Smolder. Drop dead gorgeous looks. Doesn’t mind that he’s on a wanted poster but does mind that they can’t get his nose right. Is the only one who sees it’s weird to randomly start singing. Can’t fight for shit, barley manages to make do with a frying pan. Has the most ridiculous birth name in Disney history. Got stabbed in the gut but cut Rapunzel’s hair to save her, not at all caring about himself. First words after not dying aren’t “I love you” but “I have a thing for brunettes” because of corse they are.

ADAM: Swooshes his cape around in the shadows like some kind of wannabe batman. Is extra as fuck. Still acts like a child sometimes. Has had no social interaction for years but is trying his best. Gets easily confused. Doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he has feelings for people. Is too shy to tell Belle he loves her. Feels bad the second after he scares Belle away. Would literally rather die then live without the girl he loves. Has the most extra transformation back into a human while everyone else doesn’t.

MAUI: Gets scared easily. Amazing hair. That little face he makes when he can’t use his hook right. Was building a statue of himself in his cave like a dork. Magic tattoos. Can’t fish to save his life. Gave humans fire and wind and coconuts. That smirk he does, you know the one. Great sense of humor. Did everything he could think of to make humans happy so they would like him. Was a total puppy when he got his hook back and fixed.

FERDINAND: So fucking sweet and gentle. Has a name that tells us he doesn’t even need Snow White for animals to follow him around. Sings to Snow White when she’s on her balcony like a modern day Romeo. Knows when Snow White went missing because he kept visiting and goes to look for her right away. Is literally heartbroken when he finds her, thinking she’s dead and is overjoyed when she wakes up. A good boy, a soft boy. Literally has done zero things wrong in his entire life.

ALADDIN: Tricked the genie right off the bat. Jumped right in to help Jasmine with the guards. Steals food but ends up giving it to orphan children living in the street. Is the most selfless person in Agrabah. Quick thinker and can outsmart anyone. Is one of the only Disney princes who actually know how to sword fight. Has matching hats with his pet monkey.

LI SHANG: Sexuality crisis. “You fight good”. Turns a bunch of losers into warriors. Rarely ever wears a shirt for some reason. Tries out his new title of captain alone in his tent all exited like a little kid. Doesn’t give up, not once, on anything. Would literally die for Mulan. Fine as hell.

CHARMING: Gets bored at his own ball. Is a hopeless romantic. Doesn’t care for people who gush over him because he’s the prince, and in fact took interest in Cinderella because she was the only one not doing that. Jumped out a window for Cinderella. Is a super supportive husband. Went door to door looking for Cinderella, determined to find her no matter what. Good dancer.

FELIX: Doesn’t know how to be mean. Considers totally harmless words bad language. Ridiculously short. That video game sound when he jumps. Thinks that by saying Ralph’s catchphrase it will give him Ralph’s power to wreck stuff as well. Can speak qbertese. Dripping with southern farm boy charm. Is a shit dancer but that’s what makes it fun to watch. After accidentally triggering Calhoun he respects her making him leave and never uses the phrase again. Pulls Vanellope back from danger on the rainbow bridge and then makes sure she stays behind him. “Do you think they’ll stop there?” “YES!”


(( If I missed any that you want to see, just let me know & I’ll make a part 2! ))

i feel like pluto is the SCREAM and saturn is the lethargy, and tiredness. and that saturn gives you plenty of warnings, and its very slow and when you have satisfied saturn you can actually FEEL it, you feel like you have achieved something, you get REWARDED but pluto is more of a divine agreement, you don’t really get much of a conscious accolade, its more of like a soul recognition, one that happens on such a sublayer that its so hard to even comprehend. saturn is our greatest potential on a human level and pluto is like the accumulation of mind, body and soul, if everything else was stripped away, the lantern of pluto would be flickering. saturn needs to be weighed down and contended with so neptune and uranus don’t obliterate you, but pluto doesn’t really demand in this way, it’s more silent, and it’s more like, ok whatever you don’t do now, you’re going to have to at one stage or another in this lifetime or the next, i will catch up with you. i believe satisfying saturn makes you feel ALIVE like it activates all the planets, and satisfying pluto makes you feel CONTENT and SETTLED like you are on the right soul purpose

pluto in the first house - I am a divine butterfly, cocooned by the darkness of pluto but thrust into eternal light by his own power. the discarded shells of my old selves are hung like portraits where i can view how far i have come

pluto in the second house - I can live in ecstasy and beautifully stripped of material concern. i can release from these vices and understand what freedom truly means. i can create the most stunning melody with the jewels within

pluto in the third house - the ether of my voice and words will live on for centuries. my thoughts are transmitted from the mystic riches of pluto and i am a scribe of the underworld. i am a beacon of truth and a glowing example of the power of words

pluto in the fourth house - i am the eternal heirloom of my family and my ancestry will remember me, from my spirit that runs through their veins, and the potions i left brewing in their hearts. i can create a temple of prayer

pluto in the fifth house - i can fall into the darkness and forge a new wonderland with my divine creativity. my inner child is at home in the cosmos, and my madness can be poured into art, delight, and pleasures. i can play a symphony for infinity

pluto in the sixth house - through my own aching bones and psychological ailment, i can see, i can feel, and i can heal. my hands are leaking with healing syrup, and my muscle memory knows the century old potions and therapies found in nature

pluto in the seventh house - i am a transformative spirit for the people in my life,  i can swirl in their bones and show them the transcendent light that dwells within. i can show them the way to reunite with infinity through my own magic. i change the lives of others

pluto in the eighth house - i rule the borderline between life and dying, and suffer ego death time and time again so when it comes time for my spirit to pass on i have become a master of the process and this gives me peace. every time i rebuild i am shown an even brighter light

pluto in the ninth house - i am a pilgrim of pluto and explore the depths of my inner world and the outer world. i am a symbol of the mythology and philosophies that have defined us for generations. i am in search of divine intimacy

pluto in the tenth house - i leave a powerfully resonant imprint on the world and my energy remains long after my body vanishes. my role in society is vital, and my spirit alone can change the lives of others. i thrive on challenges

pluto in the eleventh house - i readily see into the souls of the people around me and i am a revolutionary breath in a mundane world. i am the spirit that heals humanity

pluto in the twelfth house - through pluto is how i get home.  i feel a part of the oxygen, as if i circulate through everyone. my breath is a symbol of purity and healing, and my presence is a reunion with the divine. through isolation i reunite

-cherry

After Hook cast the Dark curse, we were shown three waves of rainbow magic sweeping across town. It seemed like overkill at the time, but they were the perfect way to distract us from the fact Hook’s Dark Curse was never broken. Since the curse seems to follow the desires of the person who cast it, I thought it would be interesting to look at what that might mean.

“I want to hurt you, like you hurt me.”

Apart from Hook wanting what he always wanted when he cast the curse - revenge on the Dark One - he also revealed what he wanted to do to Emma when he found out he was the Dark One in Storybrooke. He wanted to hurt her like she hurt him… so how did she hurt him?

  • Turned him into a villain again, a person he didn’t want to be
  • Lied to him
  • Stood in the way of his revenge
  • Took away his agency
  • Controlled him
  • Chose to save Regina over being his happy ending
  • Stole his memories

Right away we saw him hurt Emma in retaliation by taking her memories after finding out he was the Dark One in Storybrooke. It was her last crime - in his eyes - that wasn’t accounted for under his curse. All the other ways in which she hurt him, he knew about when casting it. This means they already were part of the curse and his memory loss was the last thing that kept his curse from taking on its full effect in Storybrooke, but they were a slave to it as soon as they landed, maybe as soon as the smoke came. They were already compromised. Emma may have taken their memories without anticipating she would be under his spell once in Storybrooke. After she got there, she may not have been capable of cleaning up her own mess. It was only a matter of time before their entire world was bent to his wishes.

When Hook cast the curse, he was incredibly angry about Emma controlling him with Excalibur.

Emma: “I’m never going to try to control you again. I love you.”
Hook: “It’s just I’m usually the one who has to say that first.”
Emma: “Yeah, well…”


After that exchange - with Hook showing surprise about Emma expressing her love - they go to Camelot’s displaced Granny’s where Hook casts his curse almost right away. The anger driving him was all about creating a world where nobody controlled him - and one where he controlled Emma specifically.


Emma: “You were playing me the whole time.”
Hook: “Once you lied about Excalibur all bets were off. I knew it was just a matter of time before you tried controlling me. And now, no-one will ever control me again.”


She just promised him she wouldn’t try to control him again and she follows that up by telling him she loves him. Their kiss didn’t work to break the Dark One curse. Hook later goes to talk to Belle. He already suspected and now he knows for sure she was lying, especially if he feels certain of his love for her. If he wants to hurt her like she hurt him, it makes sense for the curse to take complete control of Emma. He would use emotional manipulation on top of the curse itself and take her lie about love and force her to live it.

In this light, the conversation where Emma tells Regina there is no Savior for the current curse takes on a new meaning. If Emma can’t really control what she does, she was working within the limitations of Hook’s curse already. She may not even be capable of being nice to Regina anymore - Hook was jealous she chose to save Regina - and she is incapable of telling her the truth. So she antagonizes her, trying to challenge her into being their Savior.

This conversation may mark real Emma’s final moments of resisting Hook’s curse, before she lost control over her life completely and became a slave to his desires. It was the only way to try and let Regina know she was powerless.

“Good you, still in there.”


The scene where Emma angrily tells Regina to step up and do what needs to be done reinforces this. Regina specifically describes seeing good Emma shining through. She’s right but the thing she doesn’t realize is that Emma isn’t limited by the Dark One curse, she isn’t compromised in the way Regina assumes. She’s limited by Hook’s curse. The good part of Emma is the one yelling at Regina, trying to give her a message. That’s why Regina doesn’t understand what Emma’s trying to say.

Gold warns her that ‘you always lose the ones you love the most’, after which Emma goes into the shed to cry over her memories in private. Just like the others Gold assumes she’s only under the influence of the Dark One curse. We are once again misled because we see Emma choosing Hook over and over again and the person who is most familiar with the Dark One curse tells us that she has a choice. Right reasoning, wrong curse. Emma can still cry in private, but she can’t tell anyone what’s really going on. She feels she’s already lost them at this point. It’s telling that the people she hurts the most as the Dark One are the people Hook has a vendetta against. Hook turns Emma into a villain like she did to him. Since then we’ve seen her become selfish and judgmental, acting like an addict when it comes to Hook.

When Hook regains his memories and takes her memories instead, it seems like Hook made it particularly easy for Emma to find the stolen memories, but can we be sure they weren’t edited? They were stolen and added to the curse with just one dreamcatcher™ while in Storybrooke there were several ones. Technically both Emma and Hook could have done their own editing. There may be memories the characters - and the audience - still don’t know about.

“Evil doesn’t always look evil. Sometimes it’s staring right at us, and we don’t even realize it.”

What we do know for sure is that this seems to mark the end of Emma fighting back. His Dark curse seems to be taking full effect. Hook gets forgiven for everything by everyone, Emma endangers her entire family and takes them to the Underworld for him after he tries to kill them all. Nobody questions it because the Dark One curse was lifted and Emma looks like herself again, but we were warned by Regina herself that evil doesn’t always look evil.


Emma seems to have identified Regina as the key to breaking this curse. Was it because there actually is a Savior for this curse - built in by Merlin who put it together? Darkness wants to snuff out the light, we know it came for Regina right away when it was free. The curse isn’t just Hook’s, it was described as the darkness using him to get what it wants. So his desires serve a greater purpose. If Regina is the one to bring back light together with Emma, then the darkness fighting the light and using Hook as a vessel - because it wants Emma and Regina apart… seems to have worked.

Or is it because Emma knows there really is no Savior, only leaving the most powerful magic of all as an option to break this curse? Knowing that it can only work if Regina loves her back. Was Emma giving Regina the dagger a way of telling her that she loved her and had the power to save her or destroy her depending on Regina’s feelings? After all True Love’s kiss up to that point was the only way we’d seen the Dark One curse almost being broken. Is Regina’s insecurity about being worthy of love the key to breaking this curse?

We’ve all noticed that Emma seems more like her old self as soon as she gets close to Regina. Regina is the only one who stands up to Hook and has expressed criticism since the curse took hold. It does seem like the curse has less of a hold on her. If all the heroes are compromised except for her, then at some point she will have to realize her power. She will have to rely on her inner compass instead of on mimicking what Emma and the Charmings do. Right now it could be she’s blinded because she still sees herself as a villain and them as heroes just because of their old labels.

“It’s like my whole life is darkness and when you’re around, things are brighter.”


When Lily told Emma she made her life more bright, Emma didn’t listen, now it seems like she is in the same position. She couldn’t understand how Lily could have everything she could only dream of and throw it all away. How she could still be unhappy. Now technically Emma too has everything she ever wanted and yet… it’s not what she needed.

Regina seems to be to Emma what Emma was to Lily in the past. We’ve seen it before. Regina doesn’t try to save Emma. In Neverland she taught Emma magic so she could turn on her own light while Hook and Neal were fighting over her. She has been loving and supporting Emma, going to the Underworld for her without expecting anything in return, saving her from the wish realm. Regina has been a light in that she tries to remind Emma of who she is, remind her of her own power. A light that brings clarity in its brightest moments.

The power of the Dark Hook curse seems tied to Storybrooke and Storybrooke’s magic. Emma acted more like herself when they left Storybrooke for New York and the magic was tied to the crystal. Proximity to the crystal seems to impact them. Regina and Emma were interacting like before and parenting Henry together. As soon as magic came back into the crystal, Hook came back and when they arrived back in Storybrooke, she went right back to him. In the wish realm Emma also acted more like her former self once she remembered who she was… until she returned to Storybrooke. Same with their time in the land behind the mirror where they were working together. Seems like there’s a bit of a pattern there.

“I should have known that Operation Cobra: Part Two wouldn’t have been as simple as I thought. Because it’s a sequel, and they’re always more involved than the original.”

What unifies the entire story is the Black fairy’s Dark curse. Everyone used and adjusted her basic recipe to cast it, but beyond that we can actually divide the story in two parts. Regina’s Dark curse was the original. Emma broke its hold and Regina herself destroyed it completely after sending Emma and Henry away taking them all back to the Enchanted Forest. The second part starts right after the missing year with Snow White’s curse. We know everyone’s memories were returned, but that part of the curse was Zelena’s addition, so since we never went back and Emma started giving in to Hook as soon as that curse was cast, we may also still be influenced by Snow’s desires. She even admitted she started planning Emma’s wedding after the first curse. Then Hook cast his curse and Emma marrying him while singing and dancing would definitely seem like something that would happen where Hook and Snow’s desires intersect.

The Black Fairy’s curse is now added to both of these curses, but they seem to form a whole. It seems like Regina possesses a particular power she is unaware of, so it makes sense that the Darkness used the desires of people like Snow and Hook to set the stage. Snow carries resentment towards the Evil Queen. She may want Regina to be happy, but that’s not all there is to it if you look at what happens as soon as Snow’s curse is cast. Regina falls for a man she previously wasn’t interested in, but she always keeps losing him… just like Snow kept losing Charming because of the Evil Queen. Marian showed up, putting Regina in the same position she was in when David was married to Kathryn. Snow also wishes very traditional things for her daughter, like a marriage and a man. Where Emma always kept a bit of a distance with Hook, after Snow’s curse, she started to let him in. Hook’s curse took all these things to the next level, with Emma torn by the desires of others and Regina far away from her. They barely interact.

Emma & Regina were always the power couple. Together they have defeated most of the threats to the town. So what did the darkness achieve, exactly? What did those two curses achieve? They weakened Emma and Regina’s bond and they kept them apart. We weren’t made to fear the Black fairy. She’s not the scariest villain we’ve ever had. What we are made to fear is that this is really how the story ends. What is everyone really going into the Final Battle for? What are we worried about? About the Black Fairy or about the fact that Emma Swan doesn’t seem like herself anymore and that Henry’s parents are talking even less now than back when they seemed to hate each other? What set this story in motion in the first place? We can sense that the Black Fairy and Gideon are a summary of all of Emma’s fears she needs to face in order to win. Emotionally, however, we all feel exactly what this battle is about.

The songs in Emma’s heart are all the elements that go into the final battle. In the past Hook says he doesn’t need Snow & Charming’s treasures, their gold or their title. In the present he married their golden-haired greatest treasure, which technically makes him a prince… but he’s shown right for the wedding he’s still driven by that same revenge from the past. Meanwhile Regina’s Evil Queen song is one about resisting love. She tears Emma’s baby blanket up, she gets upset when Granny sings about the princess and when Snow and Charming sing about their daughter, she sings about her happy ending at the same time. Emma carries this conflict in her heart. What’s different between Hook and Regina is that Regina isn’t the Evil Queen anymore. She has let love in. Self love. She loves Henry. She let Robin love her and cared about him. She has profoundly changed since singing that song.

As the Evil Queen mentioned earlier, there is a very thin line between love and hate…

…and they’ve both worked too hard to have their happiness destroyed.

So, this is it. The Final Battle indeed.

saetr3noora  asked:

hello! meron ka bang complete/accurate list of all the deities from the tagalog and bisayan pantheon? Also, i'm sorry if this question has been asked before ngayon ko lang nahanap blog mo and i'm only now really getting into ph mythology :)

Hi @saetr3noora​. I made one before though I don’t remember which blog I posted it in, this one, or my blog on reviving our old beliefs, practices, and on our general mythologies and folklore at @diwatahan​. Also its an old list that needed to be updated and corrected so I guess it gives me an opportunity to make another one. :)

But here is my complete list on them based on historical research, not modern takes on it. This list is from my notes for my book I am still currently writing and researching for. Any modern deities from recent stories such as Lidaga, Lihangin, Lisuga, etc. are not included on this list as there is not one mention of them in any of the oldest dictionaries or in any historical record accept in the 1900′s particularly during the U.S. colonial period and after and thus based on historical research, they weren’t traditionally worshiped. However this doesn’t mean they aren’t deities as some may just be but never mentioned in historical texts and only known orally, but for the purpose of listing all the deities that were believed and worshiped prior to the Spaniards I have excluded them from the list. I try to put info on each deity as much as possible based on what was written on them but there are a few who are only briefly mentioned in passing either with just the name of the deity alone or the name and the attribute they were known for.

Also note there are other Bisayan deities not listed here that are known to the Sulod of Panay island with the exception of Laon Sina/Alunsina as she was a prominent goddess known throughout the Bisayas. The deities known by the Sulod may possibly be deities that were known by the other ethnic groups in the West Bisayas and elsewhere in the region under different names locally but I have not looked into that intensively and done enough research on that subject so I have left those deities out of this list.

This is a pretty long list so I have cut it off here for those who don’t want to scroll so much on their dash. To read the entire list just press keep reading. 

Anyway I hope this helps all those who are interested in our mythologies and folklore, whether from mere curiosity, for the sake of creating art, or to actually join the movement of reviving our precolonial beliefs and practices to the modern day.

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Even though it nearly drowned us in angst, we have to appreciate how healthy that conversation actually was.

“I swear to you, I wanted to tell you, I tried. And then you found that ring and I just couldn’t bear to ruin that happiness.” 

~ he doesn’t dance around it, goes right for the truth, explains the situation and why he chose to act the way he did; that it was coming from a place of love.

“How could you do this?” 

~ she asks with shock, and hurt. He doesn’t know what she’s talking about at first - he thinks she’s talking about killing her grandpa but what she’s really talking about is burning his own memories. The way she says it with a hint of concern, like even though she’s mad, she’s hurting for him because if he’s gonna resort to such drastic measures, this must be eating him up inside.

“I’ve been asking myself the same question, and all I can say is that I was a broken man for a very long time and I did horrendous things..” 

~ THIS! LINE! IS! SO! IMPORTANT! Because he was a broken man and the fact that he recognizes that his deeds were horrendous proves how much he’s changed. And the fact that he’s sharing with her that he knows he was broken - ugh. Beautiful. 

“I’m not talking about that I’m talking about this. You were about to burn your own memories why would you do that?” 

~ Here the concern for him is even more prominent in her tone. It almost sounds like she’s going to cry. She’s so concerned that he was going to burn some part of his past, because she loves every part of him, including his wrongdoings. 

“Because I was ashamed, Emma. And scared losing you and everything that matters to me.” 

~ She is everything to him. He is terrified of losing her. Do I even need to say more like omg.

“You really think that would happen after everything we’ve been through?” 

~ this is her having 100% confidence in what they have. They have made it through darkness and DEATH, and that proved to her that together they can do anything. She’s surprised and hurt that he doesn’t feel the same way. Why doesn’t he? is what she’s she’s wondering.

“How am I supposed to sit across from your mother and father at the table and look them in the eye after what I’ve done?” 

~ He’s letting her know how guilty he feels. How he’s terrified he’ll be rejected. They’re just laying all their feelings on the table and it’s so healthy I can’t even 

“I’m not saying it would be easy. You know them, you know they would forgive you, that’s who they are.” 

~ She’s validating his feelings, saying yes, it will be a big hurdle. But then she also reassures him that he is loved so much but not just her, and that nothing he does or says will get him kicked out of their lives. Ever. 

“This isn’t just about them, this is about me. I already destroyed my own family once and that was hard enough but knowing that I destroyed yours too, I just…I didn’t know how I could live with that.” 

~ YESSSSSS Killian. This is about you. And that is perfectly okay like it is 1000000% okay for you to worry about yourself instead of everyone else (including Emma) for once. You need to heal and this is the way to start, by telling the woman that you love that this is how you feel and where your head is at. Good job precious pirate good job! 

“You come to me Hook, and you lean on me, and you trust ME!” 

~ Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh the knife-in-the-gut line. The most beautiful line in my opinion. Cause it came from the mouth of Emma Swan, who spent her life leaning on no one. Who, after Neal, had a necklace that she wore to remind her never to trust ANYONE. And now she has a life partner that she trusts so completely and has leaned on countless, countless times (When she was watching her mother die, when she almost froze to death, when she was confused about Lily, when she was mad at her parents, all throughout Camelot, when she admitted she wanted a future but was scared, when she was in the underworld and had a scary vision, like a million bazillion times she’s gone to him and leaned on him) and now all she wants is to return the favour for him. And frankly she’s devastated that he doesn’t feel like he can lean on her. Like he is my rock, why aren’t I his? is what is going through her mind. ASDFGHJKL.

“We have to stop hiding things from each other.” 

~ She doesn’t just blame him, she knows she’s hid things from him before too and might some day do it again. They both need to stop in order for this to work.

“The man I fell in love with would know that. You would know that we would do things together.” 

~ Telling him that this together thing all originated from him. She fell in love with him because he earned her trust, but never took the lead from her; they always worked together as a team. Together. And all she wants is for them to be doing that now (and for the rest of their lives)

“Emma–” 

~ the way he splutters it. He’s so in love with her and wants to kiss her for saying these soulful things. She’s opening up to him and pouring out her soul and telling him she loves him in a poetic, wordy way, which is NOT her specialty. But at the same time his heart is aching. He’s done the last thing he wants to do in life. He’s hurt her. Fuck. 

“That is what I agreed to marry. That is what I thought we were together.”

 ~ Again, emphasis on the together, two halves of a whole. And telling him the reason she wanted to marry him so badly - because she feels safe with him. She can trust him. She can lean on him. And she thought she was that for him, too. And if she’s not? Well, they need to fix that before they can move forward.

“Until you’re ready for that..” *removes ring* “Then we can talk.” 

~ A bit of tough love, but it’s for his own good. She is NOT rejecting him or breaking up with him or some bullshit like that. Their love means more than that. She’s just telling him “Hey. I love you. And I am so, so ready to marry you. But I want our engagement to be happy and pure. And it is anything but happy and pure right now. So until we figure this out, take this back. And work through your feelings. And if you need me, I will be right here.” 

Like. GUYS. I am NOT here for angst but I am SO HERE FOR THIS PORTRAYAL OF WHAT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP SHOULD BE LIKE. 

SIGN. ME. UP. 

hear the choir bells sing

so i’ll thank erica (@startofamoment) one more time for this absolutely amazing list of prompts, and anonymous, who requested that i do this one. (title from marry you, by bruno mars)

25. It’s only half an hour into this stakeout, but to Jake it feels like it’s been an eternity. There’s a ring box burning a hole in his pocket, and a jumbled mess of ideas in his head. He knows Amy wouldn’t want him turning to anyone for approval, but the longer they sit in this car, the more inclined he is to ask Holt for advice.

Something is bothering Detective Jake Peralta. Raymond Holt isn’t sure what quite yet, but Peralta has only spoken three times since they parked the car half an hour ago, and, perhaps even more concerning, Peralta let Holt choose the music. Brahm dances through the still air of the car, but Raymond can’t even bring himself to enjoy it.

That’s a lie. He’s enjoying it a little.

At minute thirty eight of what is possibly the least interesting stakeout in history, Peralta, who has been eerily still, begins to fidget. By minute forty seven, he has maintained 247 consecutive seconds of movement, and Raymond is beginning to wonder if he should say something to the boy, who is now sitting cross-legged and drumming along to the beat of the classical music he claims to hate.

At minute forty eight, Ray Holt has convinced himself that he should break the silence. For all his talk of hating conversation, he secretly enjoys the constant stream of consciousness that flows out of Peralta’s mouth - an excellent source of white noise (at the thought, his lips twitch into what he considers a broad grin as he remembers his first stakeout at the Nine Nine, years earlier, when Santiago told him he should view Peralta’s constant monologue as just that. She was right - she almost always is.)

He decides he should be careful in how he inquires about Detective Peralta’s mental wellbeing - after all, he has no desire to make him uncomfortable or step over the line of appropriate workplace small talk. Currently, his two top ideas for ways to broach the silence are commenting on the weather and inquiring about the store at which Peralta purchased his leather jacket. Before he can settle on the appropriate course of action, however, Peralta has cleared his throat and (finally) settled again in his seat, his twitchy hands stilling and his legs unfolding and moving back to the floor of the car.

“Sir, how did you and Kevin get engaged?”

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Ride With Me.

PAIRING: ReaderxBucky! AU 

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: sweating, alcohol consumption. 

So here it is, my new Biker!Bucky au inspired by this  Let me tell you guys, this is going to be a ride from start to finish! I’ve planned most of this but with work I’m not sure how regularly this will be updated. But I will do my very best because I am very excited about this!  

GIF NOT MINE

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Originally posted by imaginedcmarvel

You stood across the road looking at the building before you; you had to admit it was nothing special. But that’s what made it so, the neon sign had seen better days you were sure. You could imagine it in its heyday, all light up for the world to see. Well the underworld most likely, you never did hang with the ‘right crowd’ as your mother called it. Maybe it was her consecutive ways that drove you away and into the darkness. But still, at least you weren’t attending charity events or sitting aimlessly waiting for your husband to come home and fuck a couple of kids into you. That was never your life and it was never going to be.  Taking a quick look up the street you hurried over to the bar, weaving in and out of a few haphazardly parked motorbikes you pushed open the door with confidence.

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anonymous asked:

hi!! can you give me a quick summary of hook and emma from beginning to most current? thanks love !!

Once upon a time there was a lonely cupcake Savior who had walls miles high, and after dangers untold and hardships unnumbered- oops, detoured to The Labyrinth, my bad. Anyway, our Lonely Cupcake discovered she was the Lost Princess of Misthaven and broke a curse with TLK with her son, found her family, fell thru a portal, met her pirate soulmate, kissed him so hard in Neverland she helped him move past his vengeance and gave him something more to live for, but then they got cursed again and she lost her memories because FUCKING PETER PAN, she and Henry (her son) lived in New York for a year, was found by her pirate soulmate and brought back home…

*takes a deep breath* Fell thru another portal, but not just any portal, a TIME portal, accidentally messed up her parents meeting, met her pirate soulmate’s past self and made his present self JEALOUS (tee-hee), danced at ball and was swept off her feet by said pirate soulmate, fixed what she done fucked up, came back home aND FOUND OUT PIRATE SOULMATE TRADED HIS SHIP FOR HER BECAUSE LE TRUE LOVE (BUT WE WON’T DISCOVER THAT’S TRUE TIL SEASON FIIIIIIVE).

There was domestic bliss for six weeks and the best relationship development to ever develop (DON’T YOU KNOW, EMMA??? IT’S YOU), also grilled cheese and onion rings, I can’t even talk about it. Then some dumb ass author showed up and wrote an AU, but we should say thanks, I guess, because we got to watch CS meet for the first time AGAIN and Killian was shy and awestruck and drank goat’s milk and Emma was hearteyez AF and eyelash fluttery, also the Gods of ABC blessed us with “muscle memory” aka one of the greatest scenes OF. ALL.TIME. Sorry Taylor Swift, OF. ALL. TIME. And then Killian died to protect Emma and she admitted that sHE LOVED HIM SO HARD STAB ME IN THE EYE OH MY GOD. Then she done helped fix the author’s fuck up and everything went back to normal and then she saw Killian and tackle-hugged him to the bed (OH MY GOD PUNCH ME) and said she needed to tell him something (spoiler alert, it was, “I love you”) and Killian was like, “MMHMM. YES, SWAN. I AM LISTENING, WHAT IS IT, I KNOW BUT TELL ME PLEASE BECAUSE REASONS.” But then Emma chickened out and didn’t say it and she smooshed her forehead to his instead. T-T *takes another deep breath* And then Emma took on The DarknessTM but not before telling Killian she loved him HAHAHAH It was painfully awesome.

Then came the birth of Dark SwanTM and Dark HookTM with a bunch of CUTE AF CS SCENES OH MY GOD IT WAS DISGUSTINGLY AMAZING SERIOUSLY CAMELOT WAS SO GOOD TO US. Hook sacrificed himself to Save EmmaTM and then Emma was like, FUCK THAT NOISE I WILL DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT MY HUSBAND, and then she went to the Underworld to Save KillianTM. Hades was a dick and things we’re looking pretty bad for CS and there was this awful goodbye scene at the elevator where Killian made Emma go back without him because there was no way for him to leave, and when I say awful, it was the best thing to ever happen to me. Anyway, Zeus pardoned Killian and returned him to where he belonged – with Emma :’)))) HAHAHAH I KNOW, IT’S TOO MUCH PERFECTION.

Now CS is living together and they are continuing to fight for each other and their Happy Ending, oh and Killian wants to propose, AND EMMA GON SAY YIS AND WE GON HAVE A MUSICAL WEDDING. The End. And ofc they’re going to live Happily Ever After, FIGHT ME.

Hard Eyes: Part 4

Originally posted by minmiin1d

Prompt: Batmom that was former suicide squad?

AN: I sat down to write part 2 to Bat-aunt and this thing came out instead. This was 5 pages long and nearly 3000 words. I put a lot of love into this and I hope you like it. Let me know what you think!

Words: 938

  Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3


    You stare at the board with a scowl. The distaste is obvious, “This dude is crazy.”

    Your eyes flicker to Harley. Despite the cold weather, she’s dressed in a tank top and shorts. She’s sitting on the bar, legs swinging back and forth, while she hums.

    You smile at her, “That means something coming from you.”

    She shrugs, “Who hurts someone they care about?”

    You don’t miss the irony of that statement, and from the look in Ivy’s eyes, she doesn’t either. You choose not to confront her about it. You know how that ends; with Harley in tears and more stubborn than ever.

“He was supposed to be a friend. But I suppose it makes sense. He was the one who operated, who checked the wound over and over.”

Floyd nods, “From what I can tell he probably left fragments in, and has been inserting more poison every time he looks at Bruce. That’s what’s kept him from healing, that and falsifying reports and everything else. No doubt in my mind that after a few more months of this he would have injected enough to kill him. Make it look like a complication.”

“But did he arrange the hit, or did he take advantage of an opportunity?”

“We’re still tracking that.” You turn to face your brother, who gives you a small smile before continuing, “I took a closer look at the accident that killed his father and injured his mother, cops were bribed to overlook a cut breakline. And the at-home incident that killed his mother is more than a little suspicious.”

You let out a deep breath, “What I’m hearing is that we’re certain he has it in him to kill if needed.”

Floyd shugs, “We all do, you know that baby girl. We’re bad guys.”

You scowl, “But even we have our honor. This Rag Tag group. We’re bad guys, but there are rules to our madness.”

Harley smirks, “First rule is you don’t mess with one of our own. Let’s go kill the bastard.”

There’s a chorus of growls, and howling.

“Hold up.” All eyes go to your brother, “There are a few things we have to do first.”

Croc’s voice rumbles out over the crowd, “Like?”

Your brother’s hands go to his hips, it’s a stance you had seen more than once over your life. It meant the lecture was about to begin, “We need to find out motive, and more importantly we need to find a cure for this poison. That’s what’s going to fix Bruce.”

The Riddler’s giggle breaks through the crowd, “I’m sure the Hell Cat already knows the motive. Same motive we would have.”

Your eyes focus on Ed. The man likes to toe the line, but he could be a loyal little thing. To you especially. You’ve saved his life more than once, and even more importantly you’ve broken him out of Arkham more than once. Ed didn’t do well in facilities. At one time he had been rather enamoured with you. Ivy had called him your puppy dog. Unlike the others he had tried to make contact with you a handful of times since you had left the dark side.

After he had cornered you with the boys, he had ended up in the ICU thanks to a freak accident. An accident that had Ivy and Harley’s fingerprints all over it. You hadn’t seen him since.

But looking in his eyes, now you saw it. The knowledge of what your family was, and who they were. The knife was in your hand, and then pressed against his throat a moment later. You leaned in close, and made sure that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his cheek.

You allow your knife to dig in a little, just enough that it draws a bit of blood. Then you lean in and whisper, “My family’s secrets are their own Eddie, and if you expose those secrets, or put them in more danger I won’t kill you, I’ll make you suffer. Suffer so much that you’ll beg for the cancer back, and that you had never found out about those stupid pits.”

You hover over him for a moment longer, before pulling back to stare at him. He’s shaking in the chair, a crazy grin on his face. But underneath it all you can smell his fear. You slide the knife back into it’s pouch on your thigh and turn to face the others. They’re staring at you with grins.

Harley smiles, “MEOW-ouch!”

You groan when Ivy follows up with, “Kitty’s got claws.”

Floyd laughs as he slings an arm over your shoulder, “This cat always gets her prey. Our Hell Cat ladies and gentlemen.”

You roll your eyes and slip out of his grasp, “I need some air.”

And without another word you slip out of the bar. The cold winter air hits you, and you relish it’s sting. You’ve only been back in this life for two days and you’re already starting to feel numb. It had been two days of drinking, calling in favors, and gathering information to find out the truth of Tommy Elliott. An old family friend turned foe, just like so many others.

It was days like these that made you hate humanity. Made you wonder if it was worth it; staying out of this mess. You knew exactly what these people could do, what they did do, and you still loved them. They had been you first real family.

Rick was your brother and you loved him, but you didn’t have much of a relationship with him. The two of you had been born to an alcoholic father, and a drug addicted mother. You still found it hard to believe that you had survived past infancy. You owed that to Rick, he was six years older than you, and had been determined to take care of you, had been determined to make it out of those slums with you in tow.

You hadn’t had that same determination. You’d become bitter early on, had fallen in with the wrong crowd. You’d learned to fight, swipe, pick, and shoot by the time you were fifteen. By that time, Rick had been long gone. The man had enlisted and left everything behind, including you. You didn’t blame him, by that time you looked and acted like your parents’ daughter.

Your only solace had come from gymnastics at the community center. That was where you’d first met Harley. The two of you had become friends, and you followed her to school. You’d always been smart, getting into college, even with a GED, had been easy enough. You quit two years in, bored by the classes.

That’s when you’d found yourself in a crime family, working your way up through the family ‘till you had reached the hierarchy. That’s when you had fallen into lust for the first time. The boss of that weapons ring had been a man in his early thirties. Young for that business.  You’d entranced him, and through some twisted connection the two of you ran that family. And when he was tragically killed on a run, you took over. And you took down anyone who had opposed you.

That’s when you’d met Harley again. Her new look had surprised you, and the company she kept enraged you. While your lost lover hadn’t been the best man, he had treated you well. That was the first time you confronted her about Joker. You’d met Ivy soon after that.

You had dressed yourself in your empire. You wore the best of everything, and lived miles above where you had started. You became known as the Hell Cat of Gotham. You were a myth, almost as much a legend as the Batman. Very few people knew what you looked like, and those who did knew to keep their mouth shut. You’d become known for your hard eyes, and a rumor had started to spread about a glare that would freeze a man in his tracks, and then burn him alive.

You found that funny. No one knew what you looked like, but they could describe a look.

You’d grown bored early on. You kept your business going, and helped your fellow bad guys when needed. No one could pin anything on you, not even the Batman. Teasing him became your new favorite sport. He had been easy to goad, and oh so much fun to fight. You’d leave those fights with bruises and a warmth you have never experienced.

You found that ironic. You’d gone numb early on. It had been your key to survival; lock everyone out, and keep your distance. Befriend those who could take care of themselves. Yet, here was a vigilante; a mad man dressed as bat who fought Gotham’s underworld. Somehow this man, who was probably as crazy as the rest of them, had pierced through the ice.

It took months for you to realize why. He actually cared. He cared about what happened to you, about what happened to all of you. He hated what you did, and he cared about those who got in the process, but you could see it where no one else could. The Batman wore his heart on his sleeve.

When he came to you, looking for information on Tony Zuko and tells you about the little boy who lost his parents, you help. It’s the first time you ever betray one of you own and the start of your downfall. That’s when the ice starts to melt.

It didn’t take long for people to find out, and it took even less time for Amanda Waller to nail you down. She found you while on the run. You were dirty, and bruised. You’d lost your business, your money, and your status. But you were still fighting. The pain had been preferred to emptiness.

You didn’t get a choice, when you were recruited for the Suicide Squad. That’s where you met Floyd. He became your partner. The two of you understood each other on another level. It was almost as though you could read each other's’ minds.

The fact that you had Harley nearby again also helped. She told you exactly what she thought of what you’d done, and then she had shrugged, gave you a hug, and skipped away. All was forgiven.  

Your brother was brought in after a year. He didn’t recognize you at first, but you recognized him. The revelation came a few days in, and Floyd made so many jokes you considered shooting him with his own gun. A tentative truce had been drawn between you.

You met the Bat again two years later. He had a sidekick then. The boy couldn’t have been older than ten, and he smiled so brightly it made your heart sing. You had teamed up with them, separate from the Squad, until the big fight.

The three of you had joined up with the Squad, and it was there that the majority of the ice melted. Your adversary was the Joker and Scarecrow, and anyone in their right mind would have kept Harley far away from the fight. Of course, Waller wasn’t in her right mind.

So when Joker turned the gun on the kid, you just reacted. You had taken the bullet. You felt its impact, and everything else had sort of fallen away. All you remember is strong arms catching you.

You woke up in an unfamiliar place. The bed was soft, the air was clean, and you were alive, so you couldn’t really complain. Then you saw who was sleeping in the chair next to your bed. Sleeping in full armor and cowl couldn’t have been comfortable but there was the Batman. Fast asleep.

It didn’t take long for you to realize where you were. The batcave was famous even among your group. Despite the pain, you had left the bed to wander around. It’s a cool set-up. High tech certainly. And the name on the tech confirms your theory.

His voice had startled you, “You’ve been declared dead. The bomb in your neck has been deactivated and removed. You’re free to start over.”

You turned to face him, and then you saw him. Truly saw him. The cowl was pulled down, and there were bags under his eyes.

“Start over as who?”

He had smiled at you, “Whoever you want to be. Preferably the woman who took a bullet for my kid - not the weapons dealer.”

You had crossed your arms against your chest despite the pain, “He shouldn’t be out there.”

“He’s trained.”

“He’s a kid.”

He stared at you for a minute, “You want a job?” You stared at him, and he continued, “I need a nanny … and someone who’s good with computers. My butler is starting to complain.”

You had to bite your tongue at the word butler, but you didn’t as an old man with tea came into view, “I was not complaining, simply suggesting that bruises to the face are hard to hide. Especially with the charity season coming up.”  

You shrugged, “I’m with Jeeves on that one. Though, I could probably do something with some concealer.”

Bruce scowled as the butler smiled and handed you a cup of tea. “My name is Alfred Pennyworth. The job he mentioned is caring for Master Dick. He’s ten years old, quite smart, and a trained acrobat.”

“So he’s a handful?”

Bruce scoffed, “To say the least.”

Over the next three years the rest of the ice managed to thaw. You found yourself surrounded by a family. You found a friend in Bruce, and later on love. Real love, not just convenience. True to Bruce’s word no one ever found out your real identity.

And those who had been such a major part of your life had left you with only a note, “Enjoy.” With exception of Nygma. Now here you were, right back where you started.

“Come here often?”

The voice draws you out of your thoughts, and your fist flies without hesitation. It’s caught in an easy grip, and you stop at the sight of your oldest son. He’s bundled in a coat, but from the redness of his cheeks, you can tell he’s cold.

Your hands go to your hips, “You’re supposed to be at home.”

“You’re supposed to be at a spa.”

There’s a moment of silence before you admit, “Fair enough.”

He stares at you for a minute, “What are you doing Mom?”

“Hopefully curing your father.”

“He wouldn’t want you to do it this way.”

You cross your arms against your chest, “I know why your dad is still hurt, why he isn’t healing, and I’m close to figuring out who orchestrated the whole thing.”

“I don’t want you to slip back into this life. We both know that it’s addictive. The adrenaline pumping, the mystery.”

You sigh, “I’ve been out of this game for nearly thirteen years. I apparently can’t even throw a punch anymore if you were able to catch it.”

A door opening attracts both of your attention, and you stare Floyd in the face. Out of the corner of your eye you watch Dick stiffen. “Everything okay out here Hell Cat?”

You watch Dick mouth the name before saying, “I’m fine Floyd, I just have a nosy kid. Floyd this is my son Richard.”

Floyd’s eyes widen slightly before he offers his hand, “The cop right? Your mom sure is proud of you. Floyd Lawton.”

Dick’s voices deepens a bit as he says, “It’s nice to meet you. I was just getting ready to go.” He turns towards you and says, “Be safe Mom.” He leans in and kisses your cheek, “We can’t lose you Mom.”

“Have a good week, I’ll be home soon.”

He nods, “I’ll have tons of fun, I’m not in charge, remember?”

You smile as you watch him go. Floyd’s hand lands on your shoulder, “It’s not too late, you can go home. We’ll take care of this.”

You shake your head, “No, I need to be a part of this.” Without another word you turn and head back into the bar to find every single person pressed up against the window. The nosy bastards.

Persephone {pt.5 (FINAL)}

Type: Miniseries Continuation; 7th Sense | One | Two | Three | Four | Five (FINAL) |
Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Fluff, Suggestive (NO SMUT), Demon!AU, Witch!AU
Member: Joshua/Jisoo
Word count: 3,701
A/N: Thank you all for the love this series has received and with bearing the long wait! :)
© 


After so many years you were finally home.

Your yearning wish was finally granted, but not in the way you had in mind.

Your head turns over to the door when footsteps shuffle down the hallway. It wasn’t just one pair of steps, but multiple followed by voices. You grip the edge of the porcelain tub as the door bursts open.

You expected your family to run to you and spoil you with affection, but they only blankly stare into the bathroom.

“She’s here,” your little brother announced.

Your parents and older twin sisters frantically look all over the room, grief upon their faces. The space between your brows twitch. Why were they acting like they couldn’t see you?

“What’s wrong with them, Leon?” You uttered, staring at them strangely.

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Make A Wish (3/4)

Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds.

Endless thanks to @caprelloidea for reading over this for me.

Rating: M

Word count: 5002

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

AO3 | FF.net


Killian’s fingers never leave Emma’s skin. It’s as though he can’t decide where he wants to touch her, first brushing her hair from her forehead before his knuckles caress her cheek, drifting down over her collarbone before sliding under the covers to lightly trace nonsense patterns across her bare back.

It’s one of Emma’s favorite things about him, how he becomes so soft in intimate moments like these. Even before he remembered her it was the same, the way he let her hold his hand, the way he kissed her back when she took a chance and pulled him to her. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek to his chest, falling into the feeling, the only sounds his steady heartbeat under her ear and the faint crackling of the fire.

She touches him too, her thumb painting circles over his chest before sliding her hand over his shoulder and down his arm. He sighs when she wraps her fingers around his blunted wrist and she loves that about him too, that he’s vulnerable enough to let her do this. Someday she’ll work up the courage to ask if anyone had touched his bare wrist before her. She suspects not, but it’s such a delicate thing, the way he feels about it. Sometimes it’s all bravado but in others she can see the insecurity there, all the subtle little looks and playful self-deprecating comments he thinks she doesn’t notice. In the meantime she settles for grabbing his hook whenever she can, for holding his wrist like it’s nothing because it truly is for her, for making him forget and telling him she loves him.

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One Night is Enough for Now [Soryu Oh x Reader] KBTBB

Requested by @ carinecaldre69 Where Soryu and the MC have been struggling to spend time together so the bidders help them out, sorry t took so long and enjoy!

“Can I have the bill please?”

“Was something unsatisfactory Miss?” The waitress questioned in concern. Shaking your head, you pushed the empty wine glass away from you and lowering your eyes.

“No, it’s just that this was meant to be a date so…” You trailed off. This had been happening far too often recently, this was the sixth date that hand been cancelled at the last minute, this time the two of you both made it to the restaurant, but just as you’d ordered your starters he’d had a phone call and had to rush back to the office to fix a problem Inui had caused. Left alone, you had cancelled the starters and just sat sipping on the wine until the glass was empty. The waitress looked at you with sympathy, nodding and scurrying off to get the bill. Resting your forehead on the table, you thought back on the past few dates. Work call after work call, emergencies with the Ice Dragon, high status guests that came unannounced that you were called in to cater to, increasing your workload and shift time immensely. No matter how much planning you did, it never worked and something always got in the way.

“Miss, the drinks have already been paid for.” Pulling your head from the table, you gave a slow nod, standing and giving her a weak smile, you made your way out of the restaurant, you hailed a cab back to your apartment, only managing to summon the energy to eat a quickly made sandwich and fall into bed, groaning with the knowledge that another date was ruined and that you had to be in work early tomorrow.

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Shoved; Then Jumping

She wakes early — the sky outside his window is barely lighter than the humid, musky darkness inside — and her first semi-conscious thought is don’t move, don’t wake him.

She needs a minute to herself before she has to deal with whatever’s about to happen.

Images from last night flood her brain: him clutching her as he sat in his desk chair, weeping and lost, abruptly and painfully an orphan; her moving off her knees once his tears had stopped and him pulling her close in a different way that was at once shocking and completely expected; his mouth on hers, his hands everywhere, his erection pressing hot and hard against her — and her immediate response in kind, the feeling of being so blazingly alive, so raw and vital, of sudden, animal heat rising to match his; the frenzied unbuttoning, tearing, yanking-off of clothes; his teeth scraping at her nipples through the lace of her bra; his fingers sunk deep inside her before her underwear is all the way off.

Oh shit, she thinks, forehead resting against the bare skin of his back, inhaling his scent, her traitorous body anticipating more — when she’s reasonably certain he’ll never be able to look her in the eye again.

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The Path To Ruin Is Paved In Gold

[AO3]

You fall in love with gold when you’re six years old and you steal your first watch. You take it off a corpse you found on the riverside. Your friend Dan and you were running, playing when you spotted it motionless, pulled half out of the water. You are the one brave enough to poke it. Dan complains loudly, not noticing you swiping the watch from the stiff, swollen arm.

Your mother gives you strange looks when you explain what happened. You think it looks like fear, but you don’t understand. “Why are you scared of me?” you ask, in a small, confused voice. She does not answer, just kisses your head and tells you to go to bed.

Your next piece of gold you get when you’re thirteen. You take it from a pawnshop as your mother tries to pawn her wedding ring. You need money to eat that week. You pocket the ring, not showing it off this time. You sell it to the pawnshop across town so you can eat next week too.

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CS Pillow Talk - in which Killian asks Emma about his wish realm counter part

Here is my first attempt at a pillow talk fic for Captain Swan. I don’t know if many of these have been written since the original post, but I really liked the idea by @captainjayharkness from this post, for quiet talks between Emma and Killian as they share their bed.  Unbeta’d because I just wanted to post this thing, all mistakes are mine. Rated M, but just barely, 2k words. 

ao3     ffnet


They lay there in bed, a warm, comforting ambiance surrounding them in their sated state. It was late into the evening and the only light present was the moonlight shining through their window, illuminating them in pale shades. Facing each other, they each wore a silly smile, stupidly happy over an uninterrupted moment to partake in each other. Killian’s expression became pensive as he continued to stare into his true love’s eyes.

“What is it, Mr. Jones? I can read you too, you know? Something is stirring in that head of yours,” Emma told him, then took his right hand in her left and laced their fingers before bringing their joined hands to her heart.

“Well, I was just…” he trailed off, unsure where to start. He didn’t want her to think he was being ridiculous.

She unlaced their fingers and put his hand on her bare chest, at her heart, then brought her hand to his face to caress his scruffy cheek. “Anything, Killian, you can say anything to me.”

He chuckled at her ability to put him at ease with such simple words. “Okay. Remember when we traveled back to the Enchanted Forest to save your parent’s future?”

Emma nodded her head, smiling fondly at the memory.

“And when we were written into Isaac’s story?  Camelot, the Underworld, even the beanstalk-”

“Yes, babe, I remember it all. Why?”

Killian took his hand from her heart and wrapped his arm around her torso, mirroring the closeness he wished to speak about, “In each of those scenarios we found each other, saved each other, or made quite the team fighting off evil. We were more together than apart, like the universe was telling us that in any time or place, you and I were meant to be.”

Emma didn’t know quite where he was headed, but she waited patiently, caressing his cheek.

“You haven’t told me much about what went on in the wish realm, but I do know we crossed paths. And, well, I was just wondering if there was any connection between us, as there always has been?”

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Hacker (Peter X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of cheating.

Request: Can you do one where the reader is dating Peter and she’s a hacker who sells information to support herself (her parents are gone) and she knows Peter is Spider-Man and he somehow finds out who she is?


Originally posted by manny-mellark

You were a secretive person. You had been for the majority of your life. People only knew the basics about you, like your name and age. But your wardrobe was overflowing with skeletons, and you were surprised that not one had been found out yet.

You even kept secrets from your boyfriend, Peter.

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anonymous asked:

so I was scrolling through your fic tag and stumbled upon the one where dean and cas watched Hercules with sam and they finally confessed to each other because of it. The parallels!!!!

Right? That’s one of my faves! Ah, I need to make a miniature meta-ish post now :P 

Hercules, the Hero: Zeus & Hera’s son, who is born as a God until Hades’ minions feed him the potion that strips him of his divinity. Adopted by mortal parents, Hercules is lost and doesn’t know where he belongs.

 Searching for answers, he does everything he possibly can to redeem himself as a God in the eyes of his father, Zeus. 

Originally posted by idlestrology

Megara, the Damsel in Distress: human, has trust issues because of previous unsuccessful relationships, and is found to have sold her soul to Hades to save an unfaithful lover. Hades then manipulates her in order to defeat Hercules. She’s also the anti-Damsel who refuses Hercules’ help when he first comes to rescue her from a Centaur. 

Originally posted by feministingforchange

Meg falls in love with him, yet is adamant on keeping her feelings to herself.

The gist…

Hercules becomes a celebrity after slaying many monsters, but Zeus tells him it isn’t enough to restore his Godhood. He confides in Meg.

On the night of Hades’ World Domination, Hades makes Hercules a deal: give up his powers for 24 hours. He accepts on the condition that Meg stays safe. He is heartbroken when Hades reveals that Meg was his tool the entire time.

The Titans are unleashed, and during this Hades Apocalypse, Meg – consumed by guilt (and of course, her love for Hercules) – is critically injured when she saves him from a falling pillar. This breaks Hades’ agreement on Meg being unharmed, and Hercules gets his powers back. 

^Dean will say this in S13 #myS13wishlist

He frees the gods and saves Zeus, but Meg dies before he’s able to return to her. 

Wikipedia continuation: With Meg’s soul now Hades’ property, Hercules breaks into the Underworld where he negotiates with Hades to free Meg from the Styx River in exchange for his own life. His willingness to sacrifice his life restores his godhood and immortality before the life-draining river can kill him; he rescues Meg and punches Hades into the Styx, where souls flush him under. After reviving Meg, she and Hercules are summoned to Olympus, where Zeus and Hera welcome their son home. However, Hercules chooses to remain on Earth with Meg, in merit of immortality.

I mean, the clear parallels/reverse parallels and romance tropes Smack-Dabb you in the face here! 

Hercules and Meg were each other’s weaknesses. 

Hades knew this, and he used it to his advantage. Sound familiar? 

Who has been mocked and criticized for Falling from Grace – for falling in love with ‘Humanity’

Who has endured years of soul-searching: unsure of his true place both on Earth and in Heaven?

Who, after seasons and seasons of phenomenal character build-up, is destined to make the same choice Hercules did

Who will “sacrifice” or shed his divinity (and HAS sacrificed, many times) for the one human he has always prioritized over everything else? The one human he loves the most? The one human who is his weakness?

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And…

Who used to desperately initiate demon deals, selling their soul? 

Who experienced past toxic mental and emotional struggles of the self and dealt with their own trust issues?

Who was manipulated by Evil forces, then ‘saved’ by the one they love?

Who doesn’t say he’s in love, but shows it instead (and is ready to use his words this time, now that he tore down his internal walls)? 

Who does Meg – Hercules’ Resilient Human Lover – symbolize quite accurately?

Just like Hercules and Meg…

Dean and Cas are each other’s weaknesses. 

I’m a complete sucker for Disney Love Story Parallels because Destiel is also narratively written as a romance, and it still blows my mind that you can match them to nearly every famous love story/romance trope out there! 

So, I expect S13 to be the season where all of these romantic storytelling elements grow more and more obvious to casual viewers as we enter the Endgame Destiel homestretch (12x19 onwards). The cake is baked. We’re just waiting for the icing to dry until the glittery finishing touches are added.

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Acquainted with the Night (15/16)

Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur.  Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin.  He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness.  (No Curse AU)

Rated: M

Warnings: None

Words: ~4000

Chapter: Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Epilogue

Notes: All my love and gratitude to @ripplestitchskein and @unfolded73 for their help with this fic.  Credit to @seethelovelyintheworld for the gorgeous banner.  Only the epilogue remains! I’m so sad to see this come to close, but also so grateful for your support. The epilogue will be posted on Wednesday.

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Chapter Fourteen

Emma watched, with both great sorrow, and great joy, as the world began to shift.

Aldan had returned from the Underworld with a single strand of Killian’s hair, and the seeds planted for a change of heart.  After she had quietly asked for a strand of Emma’s own hair, she had gazed longingly up at the sky, where the hands of Killian’s lonely mountain reached up towards the stars.  Then, they’d both watched, captivated, as the strands of their hair twisted together, two unbreakable threads of magic glowing brightly in the little bottle.  Emma had hardly been able to appreciate the moment, to dwell upon the fact that the love she and Killian shared was true, surmounting death itself.  The magic swirling in the bottle, it had felt alive, as much as he was not…  

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