69 - Swan Queen :) (bonus points if it's Emma saying it to Regina)
Emma took a little too long to notice. But when she did, she marched across Regina’s office and tried to grab at her hand. “Why the hell are you bleeding?”
Regina glared up at her from her desk. She was doing her reading one-handed. But she was no worse for it.
But, against her will, Regina let her examine it. The bandage was sodden with blood and she winced as Emma opened it up.
“Regina, this needs stitches.” Emma looked around. “The dressing needs changing, at least. Do you have a first aid kit?”
“I said I was fine, Miss Swan. Do you need your hearing checked?”
Emma ignored her, and started to roll up Regina’s sleeve, finding yet another cut. Another bandage barely doing its job.
“Regina! What the hell…”
Regina yanked her arm away.
“Seems to me you need a lesson in personal boundaries.”
“That has to hurt,” Emma said. “Why are you so afraid to be human? I can take you to see Dr Whale right now.”
“Not on your life.”
Regina headed towards a far cabinet, and struggled one-handed to pull out the first aid kit. She refused Emma’s help and began to wind another bandage over her wound, roughly. She tried very hard not to let the pain show. When she looked back over at Emma, she found the other woman glaring.
Emma let out a breath, staring up at the ceiling in frustration.
“If someone hurt you, I need to know. You have every right to personal safety in this town, same as anybody else.”
“Thank you for that rousing speech,” Regina said, her voice cracking a little despite her attempt to be unmoved. “But nobody hurt me. It was….an accident.”
“I don’t believe you,” Emma said. “And if you don’t tell me the truth right now, I’m calling Dr Whale and getting him to make a house call with his home sewing kit.”
Regina glared at her, but Emma simply stared her down unflinchingly.
“Fine,” Regina said. “But you won’t like it.”
Emma crossed her arms, looking even more determined. Regina wanted to growl.
“I made a few miscalculations, and this is the result. It’s nothing to be alarmed about.”
“This was a…magic thing?”
“All magic has a price.”
“Yes yes, I know. I’ve seen The Craft.”
Regina glared at her.
“Do I look like a ninties goth chick to you, Miss Swan?”
“Honestly?” Emma said. “A little? I mean, the way you looked in that…you know.”
She made a motion near her breasts, and seemed to regret it instantly, blushing. Regina fought the urge to smile.
“Excuse me? The Evil Queen was not some poor-me trailer park goth chick.”
Emma smiled beatifically, and Regina realized she was being toyed with. She sighed.
“So, a spell?’ Emma mused. Regina nodded, rolling her eyes. “Is that why you can’t heal it?”
“It’ll be fine in a few days.”
“Presuming you don’t bleed to death first.”
“Oh honestly, it’s a cut. Don’t be so melodramatic.”
“It’s a gash, across your whole hand!” Emma said, looking frustrated. “And your arm. And more, probably. Because I can tell when you’re hiding shit.”
“Am I meant to check with you every time I do a dangerous spell?”
“Yes!” Emma hissed, and then she faltered, blushing a little. “I mean…God Regina. I just….”
Regina watched her, warming a little at the way Emma looked at her in concern.
“It isn’t as bad as it looks, Emma.”
“Yeah?” Emma said, looking disbelieving. “Would you even have told me if you were doing something that could get you maimed? Why would you even do this?”
“It was just a little protection spell,” Regina said, forcing the words out. “Ok?”
“No, not ok. What the hell, Regina? Protection from what?”
“Well you may have noticed how often we are in the path of general calamity?” She sighed. “Is it too much for me to want my son and his mother to be safe? I don’t think it is!”
Regina paused then, realizing what she had admitted to. She felt her face grow hot, and she looked away. At the wall, at the floor. Anywhere but Emma.
“You wanted to protect me?” Emma said, in wonder.
“Of course I did,” Regina said, trying to sound haughty. But her voice wobbled a little. She felt Emma rather than saw her when she came closer. Letting out a breath, she allowed the comfort of Emma’s hand on her shoulder.
“It goes both ways, Regina,” Emma said softly. “Remember that.” And Regina tried to remain unmoved, but the warmth in Emma’s expression took her breath away. She merely nodded in response. And Emma let out a sigh, looking back down at Regina’s injury.
“Now, I am going to dress that properly,” she said, giving Regina a firm look. “And you are going to shut up and let me.”
What Bran said:
I could never be lord of Winterfell. I could never be lord of anything.
What Bran actually said:
You know, i'd like to, really, but this show is full of fan service right now, and D&D want to leave you as Lady of Winterfell and have Jon as the King, so I'll pretend like I don't give a fuck about my birth rights and sit here next to a tree.
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And just like that, you lost interest in me.
You never want to talk to me, and when you do it’s like your forcefully talking to me..
I knew it wouldn’t last long, but I hoped that it would..I hoped that I would not be boring.
But now it seems as if I’m forcefully giving you each part of my heart just so you would stay, now I’m running out of heart to give, and your running far away, is there anything else that I could give to you, so you would stay? I’d give you the world..I’d give you my world.
I wish we could crowdfund a movie for closure, at least. Like Veronica Mars fans did. I'd fund the fuck out of a two hour series wrap-up if we can't get anything else. Just GIVE ME CLOSURE. I WILL PAY FOR CLOSURE.
I don’t understand what the problem is giving us closure considering they’re all together now and it would be much less of a cost. I would give my arm for clousure!
Hey it's Camila again sorry I haven't messaged in awhile I lost my phone ( it was in the refrigerator) but I'd like to make these ask things a regular so I was wondering what is your favorite song. Not just Fifth Harmony but anything really, I'd like to give it a listen. Thank you for everything. I'm still diggin your blog btw it's dope af. Love ya -Camila
Hmm. Well, I’m not sure if Camila is still classified as 5h in your question (to me she is?), but my favorites right now are Decpacito, and I’m the One. That’s not including the 5h related songs. And by 5h, I mean ALL FIVE GIRLS.
I needed some Dad!Mulder (and work is so insanely boring,
*help*), so here goes nothing.
A whiff of teenage angst hits Mulder right in the face when
he enters his son’s bedroom. The boy is sprawled on his stomach, doesn’t move;
he doesn’t even stir when Mulder sits down next to him on his bed.
“Hey Will,” no reaction.
“Willlll,” he tries again, leaning closer.
“Come on, no sleeping in the middle of the day.”
“Not sleeping.” Comes the muffled answer.
“Come on, kiddo. What’s the matter? I brought your
favorite donuts.” When it comes to processed food, Will is just like his
father; he inhales burgers, donuts and basically anything that’s fried.
“Dad, leave me alone please. I don’t wanna talk about
it.” Oh yeah, and also very much his mother’s son.
“Donuts, Will. Your favorites,” Mulder rustles the
bag loudly, “You know, gooey caramel frosting, chocolate sprinkles
“No thanks, dad.” Ever polite, his son. But Mulder
is not giving up just yet.
“I guess I’ll eat them myself then.” Will doesn’t
react, remains in his listless position. So Mulder takes out a donut, bites
into it and makes appreciative noises.
“I don’t want your stupid donut, dad.” This gives
Mulder pause; he knows that the days are gone when his son would run inside
after kindergarten or school and tell him about his day in enthusiastic
details. This however is something different. Gently, Mulder touches his son’s
back. He’s too thin, he thinks immediately, feeling his ribs. The boy eats and
eats and eats, but he’s also growing. Much too quickly.
“Did anything happen at school today, Will?”
“Are you sure?”
“Do you want me to call your mother?”
“Well, all right. If you need me, I’ll be
downstairs.” Mulder strokes Will’s back once, just needing to touch him,
feeling like he’s losing him to something; life, most likely.
“Dad, wait.” Will sighs, finally sitting up. Mulder
sits back down on the bed, suppressing a smile, and waits for his son to confide
“When you and mom, you know, before me… how did you?
You know?” Oh, Mulder thinks. Oh.
“You mean how did we end up together?” Will nods
slowly, his blue eyes curiously staring up at him.
“You know, we worked together for seven years
“Dad, I’m in high school. I don’t have seven
“Let me finish,” Mulder says calmly, “we
worked together for a long time and we were friends first before we became
anything else.” Will doesn’t even know the half of it. All their son knows
is that they used to work for the government in some very special (Mulder’s
words), sometimes challenging (Scully’s words) environment. Will knows about
the x-files, snickers whenever he hears the words or when Mulder decides their
son is ready to hear about another one of their famous cases.
“Is there someone you… like?” Mulder knows he has
to tread carefully here in case his son decides to clam up again.
“There’s this girl,” Will begins, sighing,
“and I really like her.” Mulder nods at his son, no longer able to
stop his lips from curling upwards. He can’t wait to tell Scully about this;
their baby boy is in love!
“No dad, I *really* like her.” Mulder has no idea
what this means. Will groans in frustration and pulls a colorful card from under
his pillows. He hands it to Mulder. There’s so much pink and glitter that
Mulder feels momentarily blinded. He focuses his eyes and reads a perfectly
scrawled ‘be mine’ on the front. He opens the card, checks his son’s face if
it’s all right, but the boy is just waiting for him to read more quickly.
'Dear Lisa, you’re the smartest girl in my English class and
you always smell like strawberries. Do you want to be Valentine?’
Mulder feels the sudden urge to reach for his son and engulf
him in a tight hug. But Will stares up at him, tears shimmering in his eyes.
“I didn’t give it to her, obviously. It’s stupid, isn’t
“Oh Will, no. No, it’s not stupid at all. Why didn’t
you give her the card?” He’s one to talk; how often did he buy flowers he
threw away before Scully received them? Instead of showering her with gifts, he
chose to show his affection by ditching her time and again. Those times are
long gone, but Mulder isn’t sure he should give his son any relationship
“Because!” Will throws his hands in the air and
slumps down on the bed. “And it gets worse, dad. She didn’t get any cards
for Valentine’s Day, dad. Everyone got at least one except her. I feel
terrible.” No donut can cure the pains of love, Mulder thinks.
“You know,” he clears his throat, needs a moment
to find the right words, “It’s only been two days. How about you give her
the card today? Tell her you forgot it at home, or you were too shy to give it
to her. Honesty goes a long way, you know. Do you have any idea how often I’ve
forgotten your mother’s birthday? A late gift is still a wonderful
“You think?” Will’s voice, as well as his mood, is
picking up. When did his son’s voice get so deep, Mulder marvels. When did he
grow up into this lanky, awkward teenager?
“I do. Go and give your girl that card.” Will
grins and throws his arms around his father for a short hug. He stumbles over
his own shoes before he picks them up to put them on his feet.
“I’m going to take my bike, dad,” Will, not unlike
himself, tends to ramble whenever he’s excited, “but I’ll be back for
dinner, I promise. Can I have that donut now?” He stands before Mulder,
way too tall already, and holds out his hand. Mulder gives him the bag; there
are still two donuts inside and while Mulder can’t be sure, he thinks Lisa
might like caramel and chocolate too.
What does that anon mean about "jealous and possessive David" during IWTB premiere. I thought I've seen all the vids during that time, but I didnt ever notice anything like that. But if he gives off that impression to u or anyone else can u guys explain how? I'd love to know. maybe I missed something.
Try to find one picture where he doesn’t have his arm tightly wrapped around her. There’s none. But there’s that…
"Libra, you're beautiful, elegant and perfect. You keep me classy and make me look good."
"Aries, you're strong, brave and you make me feel more bold. Decisions are easy with you around."
Taurus + Scorpio:
"Scorpio, You're wild and eccentric. With you I'm always alert, awake and ready to explore."
"Taurus, you're sweet and laid back. You teach me how to relax and enjoy the little things in life."
Gemini + Sagittarius:
"Sagittarius, you're not afraid to tell me the truth. You make me more self-aware and ready to improve. You keep me real, never fake."
"Gemini, you're light-hearted and charming. You help me with my people skills and you help me open up to others like I've opened up to you."
Cancer + Capricorn:
"Capricorn, you're intelligent, confident and independent. You inspire me and keep me in one peace. You are my rock. I love helping you, getting you to open up to me and giving you hugs."
"Cancer, You're understanding and loving. I could honestly tell you anything. You bring out my softer side. You make me laugh, you keep me young. You teach me and remind me everyday that a strong body and a strong mind are nothing without a strong heart."
Leo + Aquarius:
"Aquarius, you're fun, sweet and completely chill. You remind me not to sweat the little things. With out you I'd have had a heart-attack by now. You keep my temper in check, stop me from being reckless - yet you still know how to have a good time."
"Leo, you're loud and ambitious and completely worth it. You make me bold enough to go out and get what I want. You keep me awake, alive and always ready for a new adventure."
Virgo + Pisces:
"Pisces, you're sensitive, wise and caring. You always seem to have just the right thing to say. I love listening to you, it calms me down. You remind me not to stress about little details and you teach me to be more accepting of myself and others."
"Virgo, you are clever, creative and completely perfect. You make me notice things I never would have before. You give me hope and you make me proud.
Let’s face it – as fans of Korean music, there unfortunately aren’t many places we can get merch that doesn’t scream “LOOK AT ME, I LIKE KPOP.” Speaking for myself, I’d rather wear a shirt out knowing I won’t have to explain “what’s Bangtang?” to everyone I interact with that day. Not that I mind talking about my tastes, but if people who wear Maroon 5, Bruno Mars, or Adele shirts don’t have to do it, why do I have to? Hopefully, you feel the same way.
There aren’t many sites and resources selling merchandise with subtle references to the artists we love, so I created my own. At first, I only planned on buying these for myself, since I have no desire to make a profit off of these (I already have a job, I don’t need two). However, it only seems fair to share it with other ARMYs as well :)
I created a REDBUBBLE so you all, if you’d like, can have merch with subtle hints to Bangtan as well. The six above are a few of the designs already on the RedBubble account, so feel free to take a look!
Each design is available as shirts, jackets, phone cases, table/laptop cases and skins, pillows, mugs, notebooks/journals, bags, and prints/posters of different varieties. I’m willing to slightly alter designs (colors, placement) if need be, and don’t mind taking recommendations. However, I put a lot of thought into the meaning and look of each design (many of them were altered drastically, and some are graphics I never continued, so I have done a lot of reflecting on each one), so the way they are published is how I intended for them to look. I hope you’ll give my work a glance!
Well now that know😆 I'd like to request an argument with Jonghyun. Similar to the one with Dean? Honestly I'd take anything.
“I love you, but I’m going to need you to come down with that attitude and bring it to a 4 at the minimum.” Jonghyun was in no mood to play, and with his jaw set hard he was making his feelings known.
“She was just all over you, and you let her. You stood there and allowed, it and let them say what they wanted and you didn’t give a damn about me!”
Jonghyun was a funny and fun-loving guy. He was sensitive and he did care what others thought of it. He was not however, the one for bullshit, he could smell it a mile away and right now he needed her to calm down.
“I really don’t want to repeat myself.” He said, his face that was turned from her, finally faced her.
Letting her head fall to one side, she smiled. Not a funny haha, or we are joking smile. This was a ‘mother-fucker try me and I dare you to get buck’ kind of smile.
“Or what? What are you gonna do?” Clapping as she said each word.
She was pushing him, she really was. The way Jonghyun grabbed her, the way he pressed her body against the wall and had her pinned between a rock and hard place, was a turn on to him. It wasn’t the situation which was far from sexy, but how confident she was. How she wasn’t afraid to talk back to him displease him, or how she knew who she was and he could accept it or walk.
“I love you. I love only you. It’s fan service, it’s called making it in the industry. I don’t give a damn about those girls, and if I didn’t care about your ass I wouldn’t be here talking to you.” Backing away, he pinched the area between his eyes and sighed.
“This isn’t the first time. I told you how I felt, I told you that I didn’t like it Jonghyun. I said that.” She stalked back towards him, finger in his chest.
“Don’t.” That was her first warning.
Rolling her eyes, she got in his face. “Don’t what?”
She was shorter than him, much shorter and it was nothing to lift her 5′1″ frame off the ground and push her against the wall. He lifted her like a sack of potatoes, her legs going around his neck as he leaned her against the wall. She held on for dear life, scared of what he was doing, his face pressed against her panty covered womanhood. It seemed as though wearing only a shirt and panties at this time was not smart.
Jonghyun pressed his nose against her slit, groaning. “Don’t make me shut you up.”
She shivered, her body betraying her. “Put me down. I’m not giving you shit.”
“We’ll see.” Making sure her back was against the wall, he pressed his tongue hard against the slit of her body.
Using his teeth to move her panties, and his tongue to press his way in, he slurped around her pearl, getting it into his mouth. Her hands came to the back of his head, holding onto his dark hair.
“I hate you.” She moaned out, just as his teeth nipped across her clit.
Jonghyun chuckled, as she reached a hand down moving her panties to one side. “So much that you’re helping me?”
He dove his tongue inside her body, quite proud of his tongue technology as she humped against his face, his hands tight on her thick thighs. He moved his pink bud up and down her slit, feeling her moisture start to cover his lips, and every time he swallowed he drank in more of her. Licking his tongue around her labia, he sucked a side into his mouth, letting his tongue trace small circles over her pearl, as she quivered and arched pushing herself into his mouth.
“You distract me-and-and I.” She breathed raggedly, trying to gather her thoughts into coherent sentences.
“You like it.” Blowing over her muff, before kissing it.
She moved her thighs around, head leaned against the wall, as she bit on her lower lip and felt the frenzy of electricity leap within her chest. A pleasant haze of warmth spread through her nether region. Bucking her waist against his mouth, Jonghyun slammed his face into her pelvis, dipping his tongue as low as it would go near her ass, before dragging it back up slowly.
Again, listening as she mewled at the pleasure, before crying out as her orgasm took a hold of her and she quaked in pleasure. Still sensitive, Jonghyun backed up, letting her plop onto the bed.
Breathing hard, she tried to close her legs which were still shaking. “I’m still mad at you.”
Shirt off, Jonghyun let his pants fall to the floor, his belt buckle clanking as he palmed himself, giving a few strokes to his member. “Not for long.”
hi, so I just saw some very pretty fanart of Arthur saving Merlin from being burned at the pyre and I wanted to know, are there generally any fics that you know of with Merlin's magic getting found out and Arthur defending him publically or maybe even having him arrested at first but changing his mind when he realizes that he can't lose Merlin? I know this is a very specific request but if you have anything like this at hand by chance I'd like to thank you in advance if you could give me a rec:)
summary: When Merlin reveals his magic and then gets cursed in an attempt to save Arthur, he runs away - the idiot. To find him, Arthur has no choice but to take up with an unlikely ally. But to save him, he not only has to face and understand what Merlin really means to him, he has to get Merlin to believe him, too.
summary: Merlin lays his life on the line to save Arthur yet again, only this time there are witnesses, lots of them. Only Arthur prevents him going to the headman’s axe straight away, but Arthur alone cannot save him. That is up to both of them.
summary: When a visiting noble attacks Arthur with the intent to kill, Merlin is forced to openly use magic to save his life. With execution less than twenty-four hours away, a desperate Arthur tricks Merlin into binding their souls in order to prevent his death as a sorcerer. But the soul-bond has some unexpected consequences, and when Uther demands that Arthur unbind his soul so he can carry on with the execution, the two set out on a journey to find answers. Along the way they deal with the ramifications of Merlin’s deception, discover some truths about their growing feelings for one another, and are forced to make some huge decisions that could have an impact on their lives forever.
summary: Arthur finds out about Merlin’s magic, and he reacts badly. In the aftermath he’s left to deal with the consequences and the pieces of a life that refuse to fit together as they used to. On his way towards understanding (and, perhaps, reconciliaton), he gains an unexpected, albeit reluctant ally – of the furred and four-legged kind. It takes more than a few words of regret to earn a warlock’s forgiveness, though.
When the King of Camelot is mortally wounded on the anniversary of the Prince’s birth, a distraught and desperate Arthur is willing to try anything to save his father’s life: even magic.
For years, Merlin has ached to tell Arthur the truth; has yearned for Arthur to see him–and accept him–as he really is. Yet, something has always held him back, until now. For there is nothing that Merlin would not do for Arthur…even if if that something is revealing himself as a sorcerer in order to try to save Uther.
But the consequences of these actions turn out to be more far-reaching than anyone expects, and it isn’t long before everything goes terribly, horribly pear-shaped.
summary: When Merlin’s magic is discovered, King Arthur chooses to take away his magic, rather than execute or exile him. Merlin agrees, hoping to win the king over. Unfortunately, nothing goes according to plan, and if they aren’t careful, the coin of destiny may be irrevocably split in two.
summary: A few months after Merlin’s magic was revealed, things are still very strained between the warlock and the king. Then one of Morgana’s plots to get rid of Arthur backfires and they both end up in the past. There they run into a younger version of Merlin, he and Morgana help Arthur realise the mistake he is making.
summary: First, there is the rage, like nothing Arthur has ever known. It’s hot, hotter than anything, hotter than the kitchen ovens and the blacksmith’s forge and dragon’s breath. It fills him to the brim and carries on, washing over him in waves that scald, and, as Arthur looks around him at the carnage, the man at its centre, he has no idea how he is ever meant to let go of it.
“I can explain,” Merlin says, his eyes still blazing as he kneels there, charred by the fires he lit, blood on his hands. So much blood. “Arthur, sire, please, I can explain.”
First, there is the rage, and then there is a knife at Merlin’s throat.
hi hello yes um I am Freakin Obsessed with the mania au???? i love it so much???? im literally going to go through the tag for the rest of the night and like, could you maybe spill the beans on some andy and joe ideas bc i would love to include them in my daydreams about this too oh and also? the part in the yng nd mnc video when fob is playing in the club?? do you think that will ever be incorporated into the au?? it makes sense if not but it would b cool to see fob playing as monsters too
joe is patrick’s roommate to put shortly. beforehand patrick and his old roommate were having problems between each other in regards to the price of rent but also the increasing behavior between them that they both just couldn’t stand. they both lived together out of need for someone to split rent with and it got to the point that his old roommate was simply tired of finding patrick on the ground in his vision states. patrick kinda has a limited friend base and joe is basically his only friend which he doesn’t want to really admit and probably still won’t. but joe ends up offering to let him stay with him at his apartment.
“hey look on the bright side? cheaper rent and less bullshit.” is all joe really says. but genuinely joe is concerned about patrick and his disability/ability that makes living alone nearly impossible for him. patrick doesn’t like to admit that he can’t and joe isn’t looking for accolades for just being a decent person. he cares a lot for patrick’s wellbeing even if they do get into their own share of disputes and both of them decide to be stubborn with one another, but they’re good roommates and friends in the long run.
we’re still working on his monster and what it’s capable of though. but his interactions with pete are just as reluctant considering pete’s reputation. he eats souls, his monster isn’t like others, he’s dangerous and not something you want at your doorstep let alone your living room. not to mention he’s been the thing lurking in patrick’s visions for months now and he finally shows up like a bad omen.