Season 1 Episode 17 - “Hat Trick” (March 25, 2012)
Season 1 Episode 21 - “An Apple Red as Blood (May 6, 2012)
Season 1 Episode 22 - “A Land Without Magic” (May 13, 2012)
Season 2 Episode 2 - “We Are Both” (October 7, 2012)
Season 2 Episode 3 - “Lady of the Lake” (October 14, 2012)
Season 2 Episode 5 - “The Doctor” (October 28, 2012)
Also starring: Jennifer Morrison, Ginnifer Goodwin, Lana Parilla, Josh Dallas
Filming dates/locations: 2012, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Is it necessary to watch the rest of the show to understand Sebastian’s episodes? No. All you really need to know is that the town of Storybrooke, where the show takes place, is inhabited by people who are under a spell. They are all originally from another land, where they have alter egos as fairy tale characters. The spell makes it so that none of them remember their previous lives - except for Jefferson and one or two others.
Synopsis/Character Description: Jefferson, like the other residents of Storybrooke, Maine, is stuck there due to a curse, and cannot leave. He is one of the few people in town who knows what is truly going on. His own daughter doesn’t even remember him. He’s desperate to find a way back to the other world, and back to his daughter.
By the Grace of Fire
@the-notsoevil-queen’s gift for @gonewasanytraceofit synopsis:
Outlaw Bandit with a dark twist - When Regina met Tinkerbell, she found herself lead to a tavern where a man with a lion tattoo, her second chance, waited for her. She took a chance on love, and ran away from the King with Tink by her side. But the Queen has kept the truth about her dark magic a secret, even from Robin, and it may just put everyone she loves in danger.
A Kiss to Set her Free@ariestess’s gift for @rcgalbeliever Synopsis:
For the first time since that fateful night in the stables, Regina feels a stirring of hope that love could be hers again as she finds herself standing outside a village tavern.
Moments: FraiseDandelion (twitter)’s gift for @lala-kate Synopsis: The Hood-Mills family have a domestic moment, while Regina thinks about their struggle to get to where they are today.
Before Sunrise@ghostofstartraveller776’s gift for @jenningz Synopsis:
Coffee before dawn and long work days can wear on anyone—even a superwoman like Regina Mills, single mother and business executive. She finds quiet solidarity for her hectic days from an unusual source: the nameless resident in the building across from hers who seems to share her unholy schedule. (Modern/Non-Magical AU)
The Dark Forest @glindalovesshoes’ gift for FraiseDandelion (twitter) Synopsis:
“A man is lying on the sheep’s wool, unconscious, bleeding. His face looks as pale as the white wool, which is already drowned in blood from the wounds on his body. The shaft of an arrow is sticking out of his shoulder, the shirt he is wearing ripped and soaked in blood. Regina bites her lip before she makes a decision. What does she have to lose?” OQ AU
My Grumpy Valentine@gray-autumn-sky‘s gift for @believingispowerfulmagic Synopsis: Henry explains Valentine’s Day to Robin, and that Regina has never much cared for the holiday. Robin is intent on changing her mind.
Heaven Sent a Hurricane@idoltina‘s gift for @mysterious-song Synopsis:
After a spectacularly terrible Christmas, a hidden gem of a New Year, and a surprise meeting, Robin finds the course of his life in Holiday Land vastly altered. By the time Valentine’s Day comes around, he’s more miserable (see: overwhelmed, terrified, doubtful) than he ever wanted to or thought he would be. And while the prospect of a night in may make a rather dull holiday for most, Robin finds that coming home to Regina might be just the thing he needs
Coffee@illseeyouthrough’s gift for @Evil_Outlaw (twitter) Synopsis: A Valentine’s Day set up that goes terribly…right? Outlaw Queen AU.
Valentine’s Day inlovewithlanap (twitter) gift for blt_tana (twitter) Synopsis: Regina works in a flower shop and Robin is a frequent client who finally summons the courage to ask her out.
Capturing Light@yamariah gift for rockchalk4583 (twitter) Synopsis:
He never thought he’d capture the moonlight again. She never thought she’d capture the sunlight again. But when Robin and Regina meet via grief counseling, “never” becomes a word they’d forget.
Valentine’s Day WoolGrillRegal (twitter) gift for inlovewithlanap (twitter) Synopsis: Robin and Regina celebrate a very special Valentine’s Day. AU.
Love, From OQ @x-wishesonfallenstars-x gift for @soligblomma Synopsis:
Robin and Regina spend a day navigating being a normal Nuclear Family in the down time between villains - kids interrupting them and all
Cress woke to the soft thrum of the Rampion’s engines, her
neck sore from sleeping in the copilot’s chair. She had creeped out of her and
Thorne’s bed earlier that night to alter their landing coordinates. They were
supposed to be heading to Farafrah, but she had other plans.
She heard the soft pad of Thorne’s feet enter the cockpit. “Cress,
you in here?” his voice addled with sleep.
She peeked over the back of the chair, “yes, Captain.”
His sleepy grin warmed her to the core. He made his way over
to his own seat and motioned for her to join him. Cress got up and sat on his
lap, blushing as he wrapped his arms around her torso. He nuzzled his face into
her neck, only deepening the redness of her cheeks.
“Morning, Captain,” she replied.
They sat huddled together, enjoying the view of the sun
coming up over the endless dunes of the Sahara. A moment later, the Rampion’s
landing gear hummed to life.
“What? Darla, why are we getting ready to land?” Thorne
asked the ship. “You can’t even see Farafrah from here.”
A metallic voice replied, “we are landing at the set
coordinates. Approaching destination in three minutes twenty-seven seconds,
“Stars, I’m an idiot. I must have entered the wrong data.” He
sighed. Thorne ran a hand through his hair, gently pushing Cress off his lap. “Let
me fix this, one–”
“No, Thorne, I set the coordinates.” She interjected, “there’s
something I want to see.”
“Cress, darlin’, we’re in the middle of the Sahara, there’s
nothing out he—” he chuckled. “Oh.” Realization crossed his features.
Cress looked down at her toes, murmuring “Sorry I didn’t say
anything, I thought you’d be asleep when we landed.”
“Cress,” he lifted her gaze to meet his own, “it’s alright.
I just didn’t realize you ever wanted to see it again…”
“I doubt I’ll even be able to see it; the sand probably
covered it a long time ago. I’m just curious.”
Darla’s voice spoke up again, “prepare to land in ten… nine…
Cress walked down the ramp, feeling the imminent heat of the
day immediately. She had asked Thorne to stay onboard, telling him that she
wouldn’t be long.
She stepped into the sand, grateful this time that she was
wearing actual shoes instead of scraps of an old parachute. Her eyes scanned
the surrounding area, looking for anything out of the ordinary. After a few
minutes of walking, she wasn’t sure whether or not she was glad for not finding
anything. As she walked back to the Rampion, she caught a glint of something
out of the corner of her eye. Her breath hitched as she spotted a bit of
silvery-white peeking out from the sand. Cress dutifully made her way over to
the spot, dread growing in her stomach.
“My satellite,” she
She walked around it, trying to find where she and Thorne
had crawled out all those years ago. Eventually she came across the small
hatch, and warily made her way inside.
She had to pull out her port to light up the small area, as
the windows outside were covered with sand. Actually, it turned out, that everything was covered with sand. The floor
of the satellite was strewn with broken glass, sand, and… hair. Cress subconsciously tugged at the ends of her still short
haircut, suddenly overcome with the shivers.
She closed her eyes as her mind went back to all the
memories she’d had while she lived here, the bad severely outweighing the good.
She could practically feel the prick of Sybil’s needle over
and over. She felt the years of boredom creep over her in endless waves. Guilt
washed over her when she thought back to how she had erased all traces of Lunar
ships coming to Earth. Fear trailed up her spine as she relived when she’d made
the D-COMM link to Cinder the first time.
When she opened her eyes, her cheeks were damp. As she wiped
her tears away, she moved over to the wall, holding up her port, casting an
eerie blue glow throughout the small space. She trailed her hands over the
She choked out, “I’m sorry Little Cress.” Another wave of
tears cascaded over her as she stooped to the floor.
“Okay, that’s it. It’s been forty-five minutes,” Thorne said
mostly to himself as he pulled on his combat boots.
He hurried down the ramp and made his way over to where he’s
seen Cress disappear nearly an hour ago. As he reached the fallen satellite he
slowed a little bit.
“Cress?” he called. “Darlin’ where are you?”
He stumbled across a small hatch, and made his way inside.
He heard sniffling, and tried to make his way over to where the sound was
coming from. Much to his chagrin, he couldn’t see anything. “Aces, this place
is either really dark or its sole purpose is to make me blind.”
A flash of blue dimly lit up the small space and he breathed
a sigh of relief. He strode over to Cress, noting the excessive amounts of hair
and glass scattered across the floor. Thorne knelt down beside her, and placed
an arm across her shoulders. Immediately, she pulled herself closer to him,
burying her face in his chest. In a matter of minutes, the front of his shirt
was soaked. He pressed kisses to the top of her head, telling her it would be
After a while of holding each other, Cress croaked, “I hate-
I hate this place. I never should have come back. It was stupid.” Her body
shook as her tears started again.
“This was where you lived Cress, for seven years,” Thorne consoled, “it’s not stupid that you wanted to
see it again. Not stupid at all.”
Cress wiped her nose, “thanks Thorne.”
“Of course, Darlin’,” a smirk made its way onto his face, “and
besides, I guess you could say that this is the place where you met the most
handsome, daring, and wonderful man alive.”
He felt her smile into his chest, her voice muffled, “I
guess I could.”
im curious as to how you pick denizens for people with canon classpects. im a knight of blood, would i have the same one as karkat?
Unless you happen to have the exact same issues as Karkat (or ones similar to them anyway) your Denizen is gonna be different. Usually I base what Denizen you get by their Corruption (The part of the Land that they alter to get the Quest going), so usually I base it on one of the words that describe the Land, because while not all Land have their Corruption in their names, its all I have to work with unless the Asker also specifies their Quest.
The steady hand with which he led his horse lay at complete odds with his fuming temper. The lass might be queen of every tree and toadstool for miles around, but she were the most infuriating, stubborn, loud-mouthed hen he’s ever had the displeasure of crossing a blade with.
Macintosh fumed, guiding his horse down the rocky trail. Her Royal Pain-in-the-Arse insisted on this spying nonsense - pay no mind to the truths that she had watchers for that sort of thing. Dunbroch’s borders with Camelot were well-secured. Nay, Queen High-and-Mighty wanted the job done herself. She hardly said the word afore she marched her royal arse down to the stables, a bow in her hand and a quiver slung across her back. And Macintosh, he’d seen enough of the madness spewed by the King of Camelot to know he’d best accompany her - much to the queen’s annoyance.
Oh, aye, he knew the queen had little fondness of him. But he, being the most accomplished of her vassals, made the most sense to watch her back, bring her home. He’d already accepted her as his Queen, he was damn sure he’d fulfill his duties to her. And that meant he wasna about to let her die from her own stubborn foolishness.
They’d split up after another argument - at this point he couldna remember what it had been about. They’d bickered about his presence on the ride to the border. Then there’d been a nasty bit about his lack of proper protection. Then some quibble o'er her skirts in a saddle. After that, it got muddled - travel at night, mayhaps? He’d had enough, declared his desire to make the work of checking the border come to completion faster, and took a different fork in the trail.
No too far, though. He had to be within hearing of a distress call.
He couldna imagine Queen Merida calling out in distress.
I started this back mid August. .. but I’ve been not very focus … sadly… focusing to much on dolls instead lol … it’s just so much to paint that it’s intimidating… to me it’s very detailed and it’s also pretty big … 3 ft long X 2ft wide … but I also wanna add … it’s a VERSION of Ever After … I didn’t try to make tge cartoon version… first and foremost I’m not that good not skilled to attempt what the artists of Guru or other fans here can … I just love EAH and try my best to show how much I love it ! Anyways… I took upon some freedom to alter the land with other castles and some are not drawn with the proportions they should .. but then again I wouldn’t be able to show it on the painting so I hope people forgive me. Also… it’s far from finished… but I wanted to share with you guys … I ll post new pics once I have some significant changes worth showing to you guys. Happy Thanksgiving!!!
The witness has changed his story several times. Fuck him and brown, just two stealing embarassments to the black community.
Oh you wanna talk about changing stories, huh? Well sit tight and try to take in what I am saying if you can
Darren Wilson’s statement and account if events is filled with inconsistencies and changes from the start of the case until the Grand Jury testimony.
In the Grand Jury transcripts (vol 5, dated September 16), the jury heard accounts from the sergeant who spoke to Wilson immediately following the shooting, a detective who interviewed Wilson after the shooting, and also an FBI agent who interviewed him August 29th.
The sergeant recalled that Wilson claimed only one shot went off in the car, when he and Brown were fighting. He also stated that WIlson told him that he didn’t know that there had been a stealing at the Ferguson Market in subsequent conversations.
Now, the detective that interviewed Wilson also stated that he was told by Wilson that only one shot was fired in the police car during the tussle between him and Brown. The detective also has this to say when Wilson was recounting why he attempted to stop Brown and Johnson:
Question: “At that point does he [Wilson] say that he investigates these two for stealing Cigarillos, does he mention anything to them about the theft.” Detective: “He doesn’t say anything like that to me.”
The detective also wrote this about the struggle between Wilson & Brown:
Detective: [Wilson] “states that subject [Brown] reaches backwards with his left hand, and basically removes his left hand and arm from the vehicle and hands something to the other subject [Dorian Johnson] and says, ‘here, take this,’ is what Officer Wilson says that he hears the larger subject say. He did not, nor did I ask, describe what he thought was handed off, but he said that he handed something.”
You still with me?
Wilson initially stated that only one shot was fired in the police car during the tussle
Also, that he was not aware of any theft at the Ferguson Market store
He could not identify what was being handed to Johnson by Brown during the tussle.
Now, Johnson, in his testimony, stated that Brown handed him the cigarillos. Wilson initially failed to mention this as mentioned. Presumably and logically, because he did not know that Brown or Johnson had them and thus, this was not the reason for stopping them in the first place.
By his interview with the FBI on August the 28th however, Wilson’s story seemed to have altered. He now states that he reverse his vehicle back towards the subjects because his “attention was then drawn to Michael Brown and he noticed that Michael Brown’s hand were full of Cigarillos,” and therefore making a connection to the store robbery.
Additionally, Wilson now recounts to the agent that during the struggle Brown hands the Cigarillos to Johnson. Not just “something” as previously stated.
Funnily enough, Wilson also now remembers with clarity that he shot twice whilst in the car as opposed to once. His description of the second shot, after the misfire:
Question: “So he said he blind racked the gun, which he described as being [sic] the slide back?” FBI: “Yes.”
Questioner: “Okay. So what does he say happens after he blind racks the gun?” FBI: “He fired the gun again, he pulled the trigger again, the gun fired and he saw, and he wasn’t looking where he was shooting he said, he saw a cloud of dust in the dirt across the street and assumed Michael Brown had not been hit because that’s where he assumed the projectile landed.”
Take a look at that for witness accounts, those that didn’t change. 16/18 witnesses saw a cop fire at an unarmed teenager with his hands in the air. 15/20 saw a young man get shot at as he was running away from an armed cop, causing no threat.
Finally, whether Brown was a ‘stealing embarrassment’ or not, whether he was a thief, on drugs or whatever else Michael Brown had the RIGHT TO A FAIR TRIAL. He did not need to be sentenced to death by a police officer who seemed to consider himself Judge, Jury and Executioner. Murderers stand trial, armed robbers stand trial, kidnappers stand trial, a boy who may or may not have been involved in petty theft deserved to stand trial.