henry needs to do me a favor

Death and taxes

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Henry vomited in his sleep at 1:30am. He came upstairs crying to tell us. After Michael and I cleaned up his bed and threw his comforter and his security blanket into the washer, wiped the chunks of the carrots he ate eight hours ago off of the wall behind his bed, and moved him to another bed, I checked my phone to see the status of the tax bill.

I have been praying all year for God to soften my heart. I’ve asked Him over and over again to take away the bitterness and the anger. And with each health care victory, I felt a little ease. But tonight - tonight, all that bitterness and anger has come rushing back.

Pro-lifers, check your Bible. Your vote just put money into the hands of the rich at the expense of the poor. Your vote just took health care away from 13 million people. Your vote just put Medicaid on the chopping block, risking the lives of millions of children, low-income families, and people with disabilities all across the country.

In addition to that, we are 30 days without CHIP funding. The Republican party thought giving tax breaks to corporations and the wealthy was a higher priority than giving health care to CHILDREN.

I ask you, “What would Jesus do?”

You can call your anti-poor, anti-sick, anti-child ideals, “pro-life.” You can pretend to hide your disgust for the poor and your discrimination of the sick and your homophobia and your racism behind your religion. But you can’t hide from us.

We see you.

You OWN this. This is yours. Every single one of you who voted Republican in 2016. You did this. All the people who are about to suffer when the budget has to cut LIHEAP and education and Medicaid and Medicare to pay for this tax plan and people weep for their families, it will be your fault.

We believe in the power of prayer in my home. We pray daily, and it gives us strength to get through the day. But we also believe in helping the less fortunate through means other than prayer. We believe in fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves. We believe that our actions are just as important as our prayers.

In a few weeks, I’ll post a photo of Henry from his hospital bed, before the procedure he will be having. If you voted for Donald Trump, do me a favor: Don’t send Henry your thoughts and prayers. They won’t mean much coming from anyone who voted to take his health care away. They won’t mean anything coming from anyone who doesn’t really care if he lives or dies.

If you voted for Donald Trump, if you support a Congress that puts the wants of the wealthy over the needs of the sick, there is no need to send your thoughts and prayers to Henry. You should probably save those thoughts and prayers for your own soul.

You’re going to need them.

It Turns Within Me - a westallen drabble

The leaves have turned their burnt oranges and yellows, their bright greens now muted and mixed with speckled browns and golds.

Iris sits on the back porch of the Allen family cabin, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket, a sleeping child in her arms.

A cool breeze sweeps past making confetti of the leaves, blowing the soft light brown curls of her sons locks against her chin, tickling the skin there.

He quietly stirs in her arms.

Despite the early hour and the heaviness of her lids, it is her favorite time of day. If you awoke from a long slumber you wouldn’t know if the day was turning to night or the night turning to day. The sky in all it’s blues and pinks and purples plays tricks on your mind.

Only as the sun makes its rise through the trees is the spell broken and you know which way you’re headed.

The day is just beginning.


His eyes are closed and a thin layer of sweat coats his young face despite the cool weather.

His brows furrow and she holds him tighter, wishes the demons that haunt his sleep away.

“Shh it’s ok baby, mommy’s got you.”

Night terrors.

Something their son had inherited from Barry. They’d protected them as much as they could from the darkness that inevitable followed them, but Donovan caught glance of his father fighting a particularly scary meta through Central City on the news one night at Paw Paws and had been haunted ever since.

Iris was the only thing that calmed him, much like his father when his dreams took him to unwelcome places.

She rocks him back and forth, quietly humming, and his face softens as he drifts back into sleep.

The screen door creaks open behind her followed by the sound of footsteps.

“Babe?” a tired Barry whispers.

She looks up at him and then down, Barry’s eyes following her to what lays in her arms.


She nods.

Barry bends down and softly runs his hand over his son’s head.

“I was hoping the calmness here would give him some reprieve.”

Iris sighs.

“He’s so much like you were. So strong and brave in the light of day, but let’s his mind wander at night. I don’t know what else to do but hold him and ground him.”

“Well if he’s as much like me as you say, then you’re helping him more than you think you are. He’ll be ok, it’ll just take a little time.

Do you want me to try carrying him inside and putting him back to bed for a bit?”

She shakes her head no.

“No it’s ok, I don’t want to leave him just yet. Besides, I love watching the sunrise here.”

Barry leans over and leaves a kiss on Donovan’s forehead and then a light kiss on Iris’ lips.

“Do you need anything before I go back in? Another blanket? Some coffee?”

She smiles at him.

“I’m good babe, thanks. But would you do me a favor and check on our little girl before you fall back asleep?”

“Of course.”

She settles back in to the scenery before her. The half bare trees and the falling foliage, the loons that fly low and skim the glassy lake water down the path.

There is an unspoken safety here, like Henry and Nora have their arms wrapped around the woods surrounding the cabin, keeping the outside world and all its troubles at bay.

It makes her sad that the darkness was able to break in and steal some of the light. Shake the happy family out of the bubble they live in while staying here.  

But she won’t let the reason she’s awake at this hour take away from the real moment.

She closes her eyes and lets the sounds lull her into rest. The love she shares with Barry a warm and tangible being that holds onto her tightly beneath the blanket that covers them.

Like this place she’s come to cherish so much, she’ll always be there to hold and keep safe the ones she loves most.

Four Times That Owen and Claire Were Jealous of Each Other, And One Time They Weren’t

So this is a response to the following prompt that I received from all–the–dancers:

“Can we have a jealous Claire/jealous Owen? But it gets resolved and ends in cuteness and smut”

I don’t write smut and this is way longer than I ever expected it would be, but I love it. Hope you enjoy!


It had started on Isla Nublar.

Claire had always thought that Owen was handsome, confident, brave and brash. True, he did rub her the wrong way at one of their first meetings, but it was because she was busy trying to talk figures and statistics while the four eggs in the incubator were beginning to rattle.

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Eight Nights With Mr. Gold, Chapter Eight

Originally posted by thedisneydiaries

Summary: The town of Storybrooke is devoted to Christmas, so much so that they revile Mr. Gold for not participating in their celebration. Amid this tension, Belle French discovers that he is actually Jewish and he’s alone on Chanukah. Naturally, she can’t let that stand.

Author’s Notes:  Happy Chanukah and happy reading! Thanks for all the support, I’m so grateful for the response. 

Also, there’s an epilogue. Stay tuned. 

Chapter  1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Belle entered the toy store and kicked the snow off her boots on the doormat. It took one look down the aisle to see Gold looking totally distraught at a selection of toys. She looked over at the disinterested clerk.

“He’s been like that all morning.”

Belle made her way down the aisle.

“Rum?” She sneezed.

“Tze gezunt.”

Belle looked up. “Is that like bless you?”

“Sorry. It’s what my mother taught me, one of the few things I remember.”

“What’s going on?” Belle sneezed again.

“Tsum leben. I told you not to walk in the cold.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s a cold.” She motioned at the toys. “What’s going on?”

“I want to get something for my grandson, but of course, I don’t know anything about him and Bae will just think I’m trying to bribe him.”

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Failure to Appear (9/10?)

I’m alive! and I’m done! Final chapter will be posted very soon. Sorry about the wait ~G

Emma is a bailbondsperson chasing Gold,  Killian,  the prosecution’s star witness.  

Failure to Appear (part 9/10?)

Recap: (Catch up on FF or or Tumblr , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, part 8)

KJ (1:15 PM): If I get one right will you stop sending them?

Dave (1:18 PM): Probably not. Doesn’t hurt to try?

KJ (1:35 PM): Off the coast of Florida. ha bloody ha. Isn’t there some kind of law against texting and boating?

Dave (1:37 PM): Please. I know you’re waiting until you hit a stop to text us back. No one takes that long to figure out a pirate pun.

Just as Killian was considering making his cell phone walk the plank it buzzed again, he rolled his eyes making a mental note to check it at his next stop.

Swan (2:46 PM): Still mad at me?

KJ (3:04 PM): I wasn’t really mad at you, love, you know that.

Swan (3:05 PM): Good. Meet me at the airport at 8:04 PM I have something to show you!

KJ (3:06 PM): If it’s Gold you should send me a picture and have the cops meet you.

Swan (3:08 PM): Not Gold, but almost as good! See you tonight!

8:04 seemed an oddly specific time to meet her until he arrived at the airport at quarter till and saw the arrival time of the flight had been 8:04 earlier in the day. Now it just said delayed. He rolled his eyes, cursing the optimism that had led him to arrive at the airport early. The arrival board finally updated itself with a new arrival time of 8:22. Not so bad as he had feared.

He sat down at a coffee shop in the terminal, opting for a decaffeinated tea instead of coffee. He was antsy enough without the extra stimulant in his system. It took three cups of tea and some kind of pastry before the plane finally arrived at 8:26 and he made his way to the pickup. It was doubtful she had taken any luggage for such a quick trip. As he suspected she was among the first to emerge, looking tired but her eyes brightened when she saw him. She skipped the last couple of steps, surprising him with a tight hug. She released him rapidly when the pressure on his ribs made him grunt.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “Come on let’s get out of here, you need to see this!” Her grin was infectious and she half dragged him from the terminal before she realized she had no idea where he parked his car and she slowed to let him lead.

“What is it that’s got you so excited, love. I take it you found something?”

“I’ll show you when we get back to my place, I texted Regina I’d be home soon. She said she’d heat up some leftovers for us.”

They got about half way back to her apartment when she couldn’t seem to contain her excitement anymore.

“I found it, the chipped cup. In that little shop.”

“The shop?” Killian asked in confusion, “he’s selling the thing?”

“Oh, no, it wasn’t for sale. It was in a safe in the back of the shop.”

“How the bloody hell did you get into the shop’s safe?” he asked in surprise, taking his eyes off the road for a moment when she just shrugged, a smile on her face. “Never mind that. So he’s living in New York?”

“Doesn’t matter now, I brought it back with me.”

The car swerved for a moment and Emma grabbed the seat arm, “What the hell, Killian?” He pulled off the road, not looking at her until the car came to a stop. “Killian what the he-”

“You stole the chipped cup?”

“If it means so much to him he’ll come get it, right?”

“Are you mad?”

Her eyes were flashing in irritation at his tone, not that he saw it. He was staring straight out into the road, his hand gripping the wheel tightly.

“I’m not mad, I’m doing my job,” she hissed quietly. “Well what did you think I was going to do when you told me about it?”

“I don’t know, I thought it would clue you in if he was in the area. Not that you would give him a reason to come after you too.”

“And how else am I supposed to find him? It has to be personal Killian, or he’ll just send someone to do his dirty work like he always does and I’ll never find him.” She reached out and tugged at his arm gently until he released the steering wheel for long enough for her to lace her fingers through his. “Killian, I know this is difficult for you… but this is what I have to do. This is how we find him. We make him come to us.”

“He doesn’t fight fair, Swan.”

“Well then I guess we’ll just have to cheat a bit too, won’t we.” She squeezed his hand briefly then released it and he hesitantly put the car in drive again shaking his head. “I’ve been thinking…” she continued. “I might have Regina take Henry out to Robin’s for a few days. I don’t want him here when Gold comes to call. And what about you, Killian. Do you think he’ll come after you again?”

Killian shrugged, “he’s had a few good opportunities and he’s never done so. I think he likes to play games.”

“Well I’m done playing games,” she grumbled from the passenger seat.

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To Make Me Bright - Chapter 5

Summary: When Emma Swan takes her son to parent teacher conference night at his school, the last thing she expects to find is the guy she’s been hooking up with the past few weeks sitting at the desk across from her. CS Teacher / Parent AU. Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Read it on ff


Going over the events of two nights ago again, she had managed to put in order the list of bad things that had happened. First came the fact that the restaurant that her ‘date’ had agreed to meet her at was a near hour drive from her apartment, causing her to pay the baby sitter double for being later than she expected. Next was the wine stain on her dress that she was already quite familiar with, and knew wouldn’t be coming out ever. Emma really did like that dress.

And lastly was a certain unexpected interference by one Killian Jones.

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anonymous asked:

Do me a favor, I wrote a post but getting all the evidence would take me a while. Swan Queen 's color is not Yellow it's Tan. Snow wears it, Regina, Emma, possibly Charming. Their always wearing it when family is important or the situation/episode is

I’ve noticed that, too. The tan/mustard color comes when they have family-related issues. Swan-Mills family, actually.

3x09 - Save Henry (flashback). Regina is worried about baby Henry’s health and Dr. Whale tells her they might need to find the birthmother, to make sure it isn’t something genetic-related. All through the process of adopting Henry and until she erases her memories of his birthmother, AKA the Savior, Regina kept wearing the tan/mustardy coat.

3x12 - Going Home. Snow is wearing this creamy coat when she has to say goodbye to Emma again so she and Henry can escape the curse.

4x01 - A tale of two sisters. Regina’s not answering Emma’s calls. Snow is worried about how is Henry coping with the return of his memories and both his mothers being involved with men, but Emma says she doesn’t even know what her deal with Hook is.

4x02 - White out. After her fight with Regina, Emma starts wearing this jacket, and continues to wear it through 02-06, and later. The first appearance is during this moment, when Henry is filling a basket with wine for his other mother.

4x05 - Breaking Glass. Well… Emma didn’t give up on the “people” she loved.

All through the struggle with Regina, Ingrid making her face the reality of her magic — of what makes her different from the others — and said magic going haywire, Emma appeared wearing this jacket (through most of 4a).

4x19 - Sympathy for the De Vil. When Cruella kidnaps Henry. #SaveHenry2

Family color coding is interesting, because there is also the royal blue, which we have seen them wear when they are missing “home.” The tan color is more of a “child” that is hurting, or in danger. It’s almost like the “Lost Child” color theme. It makes sense. Emma was a lost child all through S4.