lest we forget the best of

One day I’ll look up at the sky and realize even up there you make my days shine bright; but not today.

He suffered from depression but always made sure we found comfort and healing through his songs. He suffered from insomnia and anxiety but that never stopped him from stepping onstage to perform for us. He fought for LGBT rights. He was an advocate for mental health. He loved his family, his members, his dog, his fans, his job. Lest we forget such a wonderful soul.

You’ve been so brave. You’ve done the best you could. You’ve done so well. I’m so proud of you. Thank you for everything. I feel nothing but love and appreciation for your contribution towards trying to make this world a better place for other people. I’m sorry you had to go this way. My heart goes out to jjong’s family, the SHINee members and my fellow Shawols. Thank you to the medical staff who tried their best to bring back our precious boy, and thank you to the police who responded to Sodam’s distress call, no matter how late. 수고했어요.

Thank you for everything, Jonghyun. We will continue to love you and we will continue to love SHINee. Rest well, rest easy.

“SHINee didn’t lose a member, they gained an angel”.

I have a few thoughts about the sneak peeks and this most recent CS drama.

I get being disappointed and annoyed. I’m not here to tell anyone not to be. That said, I’m not. At first I did think it seemed very out of character, given that she literally went to hell for him last season, but thinking about it… Emma’s reaction makes sense to me, for a few reasons. It’s her initial, and emotional, reaction and it seems very “you don’t want me? Fine! I don’t want you!” to me. (We also don’t know the whole context, whether she’s assuming he’s gone or whether she’s been told in some way, etc.)

Emma is in a situation here where she is not in control. Killian left. She can’t bring him back, she can’t do anything, the ball is in his court - partly because she put it there. She’s left with a “maybe”, and Emma Swan is not good with “maybes”. She needs control, and she doesn’t have any right now. The only thing she can do is try to close the chapter herself, by putting his things away and basically saying “screw you, I am making this decision for myself”.

It’s an emotional reaction and I think it’s one she’ll probably reconsider, maybe even feel bad about later, and they’ll sort things out in the end anyway. But it doesn’t feel that out of character for me. It’s not about Killian, it’s about Emma.

Should she know that he’d never leave her? Maybe. Then again… why? Emma knows her pirate and his tendency to angst, she knows that he would totally leave if he thought it was for the best. And lest we forget, he was fully intending to leave. If not for Snow’s sudden inadvertent interference, he would have. So Emma isn’t very far off in her assessment of him there. She was almost right. And as long as that’s the case, she couldn’t trust him not to leave, because given the right circumstances and his stubborn notions of honour and self-sacrifice, he would leave. I can’t really blame her for that (especially since unlike me she’s neither seen any of his Emma-less scenes, nor can she know, whether because of narrative logic or filming spoilers, that of course he’s coming back).

The other thing is, last season, she made him stay against his will, turned him into the Dark One over it. It didn’t go well. He was furious, and rightly so. She’s learned that lesson.

This is the first time Killian has voluntarily (she thinks) left. It’s the first time Emma has dealt with a situation like this. And instead of falling apart, broken-hearted, she’s being proactive - not in a constructive way, but still. And honestly, I think this is healthier than “must get him to stay no matter the cost”. It’s Emma saying, and realising, that she doesn’t need Killian. She wants him, she chose him… but she doesn’t need him. It hurts, but she can handle it. That’s good. For both of them.

So now, when he comes back, their relationship will take another step forward. They’re learning to trust each other on a new level here. Killian has already realised that he can trust Emma with anything, that she’s not better off without him. That’s new. So when he comes back and they work this out, Emma will realise and know, from now on, that he won’t leave her voluntarily out of some misguided ideas of honour or whatever. But up until this, neither of them knew those things, because they hadn’t come up.

Their relationship is still a work in progress and they are both still learning and growing as people. They don’t always react perfectly or sensibly and they don’t always know what we know. But they’re working on it and they’re getting ever closer to a point where they’re together because they choose to be, with love and trust and honesty, and none of the insecurities and co-dependency and fears and needs that have plagued them in the past.

  • Baby: M..M-Ma..
  • Mother: aw are you trying to say Mama?
  • Baby: Marilyn Manson was born Brian Hugh Warner on January 5, 1969 in Canton, Ohio, to Barbara Jo (Wyer) and Hugh Angus Warner. He has German and English ancestry. During his childhood, one of his neighbors molested him several times until the young Brian broke down one day and told his mother what happened. As an only child, he would often get into mischievous activities such as adventure through his grandfather Jack Warner's sex toys, shoot his BB gun with his cousin Chad, and create sex magazines to sell to his classmates. His parents raised him as an Episcopalian, and he attended the religious private Heritage Christian School. It was there that he became fueled with hate towards Christanity. During his tenth grade year, he convinced his parents to let him attend a public school.After he graduated from high school, he and his parents moved to Fort Lauderdale, Florida because his father got a better job there. He studied journalism and theater at the local community college called Broward, and being some place new and feeling lonely, he wrote poems and short stories. After being fired from his last job at a record store, he became entertainment journalist for a local magazine. He interviewed several famous musicians including Trent Reznor from the band "Nine Inch Nails". Along with his job and writing, he would also frequently go to rock clubs. He soon decided to create his own band. With musical influences from Ozzy Osbourne and KISS, he recruited other musicians with the same interests and started the band called "Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids". He got the name Marilyn Manson as a combination from the names of the movie star Marilyn Monroe and the psycho killer Charles Manson. The band's name would later officially change to just Mariyn Manson, and most of the original band members would leave and be replaced, too. Manson reunited with Trent Reznor and had his band tour with "Nine Inch Nails". Reznor would also produce Marilyn Manson's first three albums (Portriat of an American Family, AntiChrist Superstar, and Mechanical Animals) and an E.P. (Smells like Children). "Mechanical Animals" is Marilyn Manson's most successful album to date. With the success, Manson became a controversial celebrity, because the anti-Christian message in his songs, and Satanist 'Anton Szandor LaVey' deemed Manson a Reverend for the Church of Satan. Also with fame, Manson started to mingle with other celebrities, and began a romantic relationship with the actress Rose McGowan. They became engaged, but broke off the relationship in 2001.He then fell in love with the burlesque dancer Dita Von Teese, and soon became engaged. They had a fairytale, non-denominational wedding in a castle in Ireland. Meanwhile, Manson came out with two more albums (Holy Wood, and the Golden Age of Grotesque), and a best of album (Lest We Forget: The Best Of...). He also dabbled into acting by being in such movies as Jawbreaker (1999), Party Monster (1998) and The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things (2004). He continues to make music and act in movies.

anonymous asked:

Harry also deserves better. His image could be better. His airplay. But people barely complain here or fight for him. Ever. People just assume he is okay with it. Sure he is....have you seen his face in the newest pics. I am just tired of this fandom always investing so much energy in pointing out the wrongs with louis but pretend H is riding on a golden wave.....

I don’t actually disagree with you.

H’s stunts are bullshit, full stop (ahaha). They’re stupid and useless and boring and completely unnecessary and I wish Jeff and Co would figure that out.

Career wise though, it’s tough. Harry’s solo rollout was actually quite brilliant, in my opinion. Save for the utter and complete lack of engagement on social media.

His follow up baffles me, I’ll be honest. I don’t get it. He got SO much good press for Sign of the Times, it was a BEAUTIFUL single and a gorgeous video. It seems like they kind of blew up this balloon and let it deflate, doesn’t it?

I don’t get it at all, and it does frustrate me. I feel like without the lack of “in your face” type promo that both Niall and Liam (in some aspects) have embraced, he won’t capture people’s attention, which is difficult I think, given his seemingly intense desire for privacy. I think he was very well embraced critically, but he needs continuous promotion as well.

That said, portions of this fandom do love and support him very much. You have the Harries, of course, who are very, um, dedicated to him. You have Harrie Larries, who love him so much and want the best for him as well. I think Harry has very broad appeal, but I don’t think he can coast or exist completely on that alone.

He had a tough year too, lest we not forget. His tour was quite lovely in spite of all he was dealing with, and I am so unbelievably proud of him. I can’t change or determine how this fandom reacts or what they do/do not do, but suffice it to say, I really want Harry to do what he wants, what he loves, and I want everyone to love that sugar plum as much as I do.

Meet Me In The Hallway

⚠️ NC-17!!! had been an unusually warm November so far in New York City, but tonight the chill in the air was almost unbearable. I wrapped my arms around myself tighter, bearing down against the wind as I walked. It was closing in on midnight and I was heading home from a party my best friend Lola had dragged me to. Over the course of multiple phone calls this past week, I had told her again and again that I didn’t want to go but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Gemma, come on… You’ve been moping about Harry for the last few weeks and, – lest we forget– you’ve been working like a mad woman on your next book in complete solitude. I will not let my best friend become the next JD Salinger.” Lola declared, sounding definitive, and I knew I couldn’t convince her otherwise. 
She had said this to me last night, after barging into my apartment, a bag from Whole Foods in tow, “I also won’t let you live off Coke Zero and Fruity Pebbles, and don’t even try to deny it– I lived with you all 4 years of college, I know what you eat when you’re in a mood!” 
I"m not in a mood,“ I protested, “I’m in a zone– and it was a good zone till you interrupted me! You know my publishers are on my ass to get this next installment done!”
“Blah, Blah Blah” Lola started, rolling her eyes, “ I don’t care. You can spare an evening!”
And so I went, and it was a miserable time. It was the type of Williamsburg party where everyone was freakishly chill and disgustingly into themselves. Lola had tried her best to get me interested in a few guys, but I just wasn’t into it. The whole night felt like a blur, which was probably due to the copious amount of tequila I imbibed over the course of 3 hours. I snuck out of the party and caught a cab, but the driver was so chatty that I decided to just have him drop me off so I could walk the last 3 blocks home. It was a bad decision on multiple parts, mostly because of how drunk I was, partly because Lola had talked me into wearing these ridiculous heels, and also, as I stated previously, it was close to freezing out. 
I approached my brownstone walk up and sighed heavily with relief, I couldn’t wait to get into bed and forget about this whole night. I took off my shoes and made my way up. I hobbled up the 2 flights of stairs and as I was rounding the corner, heels swinging in my right hand, I saw Harry sitting up against the wall, next to my door. I stopped and stood their for a second, simply observing him. His hair was disheveled, and flopped over to the side, covering part of his closed eyes and his arms were crossed against his chest. For a second, I considered leaving– I could get an uber, and head to Lola’s apartment, I had a spare key, so I wouldn’t even have to wait for her to get back.
While I was contemplating this, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry stir. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, before noticing I was there, when he did finally see me, he jumped up.
“Hi.” he said softly.
“How did you get in here?” I asked, the front door was usually locked all the time, especially at night. 
“Oh, your neighbor Ryland let me in…” he answered. Dammit Ryland, he was such a One Direction super fan he probably all but rolled out a red carpet for him. 
“Oh.” I answered shortly, a knot full of tequila and emotions was forming in my stomach. 
“I’m… I’m sorry, Gemma, to just barge in, but you weren’t taking my calls…”
“There was a reason for that.” I answered flippantly. 
He nodded, “I know… but I just needed to see you.”
“Well you’re seeing me now…”, That flippant remark was definitely courtesy of the tequila. 
Harry was taken aback by this, and I knew I shouldn’t be so mean. 
“Please… just talk to me.”
“Harry, there’s nothing to talk about. Some things just don’t work out… we live 2 totally opposite lives, you’re an international pop star and I’m a New York based novelist. Our worlds don’t exactly match. And that’s a lot of why we’d fight, and be nasty to each other… it just didn’t work.”
A lump filled my throat, thinking about how we used to be. There was no denying we had chemistry and I also can’t deny I was beginning to have real feelings for him. 
“I know, Gemma. I even agree with you, our live styles, how they are now– they don’t work.” he said, a sense of defeat in voice. 
I nodded, looking away so he wouldn’t see the tears forming in my eyes. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t let him see me cry over him again. I made a b-line for my door and shut it quickly behind me. 
Harry slammed his hand against the door. As I slid down the door, sobbing silently, I could hear him outside, breathing heavily, close to the door. 
“Fuck, Gemma. I know we live different lives, I get it. It’s…” his voice trailed off for a second, “ It’s just that… I don’t want anyone else but you. Christ, I can’t think of anything else but you. I’m miserable without you, babe. I need you.”
At his words my sobbing grew, I had felt the same way. After these past weeks since we parted ways, it was as if nothing much mattered. He was the only one I wanted, the only one I cared so deeply for.
“Please Gemma…” he whispered. 
I stood up and opened the door. He was hanging on the door frame, his eyes were red and misty and his shoulders hung low. I don’t know if it was love or foolishness but I pulled him in and kissed him. We began kissing hungrily, it felt like such relief to have his lips on mine again, fuck– I missed it so much. 
We continued kissing, and made our way to my bedroom. The way he held me, his fingers digging into my flesh, the way he kissed and bit at my neck– it all drove me crazy with desire. 
He pulled off my shirt and quickly undid my bra, and I gasped in pleasure as he leaned down to suck and bite on my nipples.
“Fuck I missed you.” He whispered breathlessly as he pushed me down onto my bed. He stood over me, yanking off his shirt and undoing his belt buckle. I forgot how hot he was, his slim torso decorated with tattoos, his broad shoulders moving up and down with his heavy breaths. 
He climbed on top of me, our lips crashing together greedily. He got up onto his knees, undid my jeans and pulled them off. He was going to remove my thong but I sat up at the last second.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked with a smirk.
“Lie down.” I said attempting to be stern but a small smile began to spread across my face. Harry smiled, threw his hands up in surrender and lied down on the bed. 
I quickly grabbed at his jeans and took them off, revealing grey boxer-briefs, his length showing under the taut fabric. I kissed his growing cock through the fabric, making him wince in anticipated pleasure. 
“Oh fuck, don’t tease me like that.”
I smiled up at him, and pulled down the band of his boxers, letting his cock free. I locked eyes with him and he looked down at me hungrily, biting his lip, his hips thrusting up. I licked his length slowly up from the base and took him into my mouth, taking him deeper and deeper, moving up and down, sucking hard. 
“Fuck Gemma. I missed that mouth of yours.” he said breathlessly, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed. 
“And I missed your cock.” I said, looking up at him as I wholly took him into my mouth again.
He groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as I began working his cock again. 
“Babe, you gotta stop– I’m so close. I wanna fuck you.” he said sitting up on his elbows. 
“But I just love your cock so much..” I said innocently, hitting his cock against my lips. 
He sat up quickly, grabbing me and flipping me around so that I was on my back. Harry began kissing his way down my body, making way to my throbbing clit. He kissed it gently over and over driving me crazy. I wanted him so bad I couldn’t think straight. 
He began licking and sucking my clit, varying his paces which drove me crazy. He stuck one finger in, and then another. 
“Fuck you’re so wet.” he moaned against my wet folds. 
“God, Harry. Make me cum.” I whispered breathlessly. 
“What was that?” he asked cheekily, lifting his face up, I noticed the lower half of it was glistening with my wetness. 
I whimpered in protest, “ Make me cum, Harry.”
“I didn’t hear a ‘please’…” he said teasingly before beginning to nibble on my inner thigh.
“Please! Please, please, please make me cum.” I begged, my hips moving up to try and meet his mouth.
“You’re gonna come for me, like a good girl?” he asked, blowing hot air over my clit.
“Yes! Oh God yes, please!” I howled, throwing my head back and slamming my fist down on the bed in frustration. 
Harry took the hint and went back to eating me out within an inch of my life. My breathing became ragged, and shallow as I reached closer to my orgasm, when finally it happened. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breath– I just threw my head back and moaned, digging my fingers into the back of Harry’s head. 
“Fuck!” I shouted, as I finally got my barrings, and opened my eyes to see Harry making his way up to kiss me. 
“God, I forgot you were a squirter… so fucking sexy, babe. I can’t get enough of you.” he said, nuzzling my neck and planting soft kisses along my collar bone.
“Fuck, Harry. That was incredible…” I said, still out of breath.
“I’m still not done with you though…” he said mischievously. 
“God, yes–please fuck me!” I said wrapping my legs around him. He obliged and slowly slid his cock into me. I could feel my tight, still- throbbing muscles expand to fit around him. 
“fuck you’re so tight baby. I missed your sweet, little cunt.” he whispered, sliding in and out of me slowly.
“I missed your cock so badly, fuck me, Harry” I moaned, closing my eyes as he began pumping into me faster and faster. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him in me again, just to have his cock slamming in me over and over again, sent me into a spiral. 
“Fuck, Gemma. I’m gonna cum-” Harry said, his voice deep, almost a growl. He pulled out of me and brought his cock up to my mouth. I sucked hungrily as he seized up, his cum shooting into my mouth. Once he got his barrings, he looked down at me– I stuck out my tongue to show him his cum pooled in my mouth before I swallowed.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, “fuck, I missed you.”

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anonymous asked:

The other ship does realize the ep is called "New Best Friends" right? I know that it's probably referring to the junkyard group but it sets the tone for the whole episode. *cough* "best friends" because you know that's what C&D are to each other. What Rick is to Daryl is what C@rol is to Daryl they made it obvious as hell with the paralleled reunion hugs. It's been 7 years and nothing has happened and it would have already if so. Carzekiel is what the story is telling.

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things you said after it was over, thesival

When the war is done, they slip away together into the fields stretching throughout the valley they had been holed up in with their unit. They slip into the backyard of an abandoned house, its white linen sheets somehow still hanging on their wires and clothespins, fluttering gently in the wind.

Theseus takes him by the hips and pins Graves up against a tree, high enough where his toes are scrambling to touch the roots beneath them.

“Thes-!” He barks (not squeaks), and then there is a thigh between his, pressing, and Graves can do nothing more than throw his head back against the rough bark of the tree and pray for mercy. Pray that it never ends. That this isn’t just some cruel fever dream in the trenches.

He had had boners from surviving battle before - fierce and aching and heady from the adrenaline. That stiffness, that ache, paled in comparison to the flower of sheer exhilaration that bloomed in his groin and gut the moment they announced the war had ended. That the ultimate battle had been survived and won.

And if the hot, heavy press against his hip is anything to go by, Theseus knows exactly what Graves is talking about.

He wonders what the other boys are doing. Drinking, most likely. Getting rowdy to forget. Celebrating, lest they be consumed by the alternative.

It hits him like bricks cascading down upon his shoulders - heavy and overwhelming. Still pinned where his toes can’t reach, he curls down and into Theseus, his hands claws that clutch desperately at the back of his best friend’s coat. He tucks his face into the hollow of that throat, exposed from his clutching fingers, and lets loose a whispery, open mouthed “we made it”.

“We made it, we made it, we made it,” Graves says until his words become sobs. He’s shaking so fiercely that were it not for Theseus’ hands on his hips, he would have long ago come apart. But Theseus holds him. Uses his own fingers as stitches that keep Graves together. He kisses Graves’ jaw, the hot prickle of his patchy stubble, the wet curve of his cheek. Kisses him like a man that had been caught at sea, finally beached on dry land - lips against the sand. 

Theseus takes him down from the tree and lays him into the soft grass beneath the laundry. The sheets whisper around them, shielding them like the wings of the angels that surely saw them through the war. Theseus’ face is a gentle, smiling, awe-struck thing. It flickers in and out of view beneath the waves of undulating fabric, and each time he returns Graves is a little more breathless. 

After its over - after the war is done - Theseus takes Graves in a sea of white fabric, swallows down his guilty sobs, and answers, “We did. We did.”

Repeats the words until they hold Graves to this world like chains, keeping him in the present - away from the death they’ve left behind. He takes him in a field of soft grass and white fabric, and kisses him until his stitches take hold.

Have Mercy || Klaroline

There’s a wedding to plan, and Caroline’s a little too preoccupied to enjoy her wifely duties - and Klaus is not impressed. This is a gift for Angie (@thetourguidebarbie) and inspired in part by this popular photoset and by @paigemarie007. Smut warning for the Klaroline Arbor Day Smutfest event!

Snuggling deeper into Enzo’s shoulder, Caroline had to fight hard to keep her concentration on the television.

“You’re thinking too loud, gorgeous,” he teased, pinching her elbow. “I’m surprised they don’t hear you from the Chopped kitchen - don’t distract them lest they forget to add the jalapeno candy.”

She nudged him hard. “Shut up, it’s your fault,” she accused.

Enzo sighed and pulled her closer. “I said I was sorry for springing it on you, but you would have been angrier if I waited even a day after receiving the assignment.” Hardly his first deployment with the Air Force, he knew it spiked his best friend’s stress level every time. At least this one would only be for a year. “We still have a week before I have to be on base.”

“Pretty sure Kol has dibs once he gets back,” she muttered. Thinking of how hard Kol took his last deployment, though, Caroline softened. “How’d he take the news?”

“The same as he always does.” Enzo gave a sad smile. “He promised to bring home plenty of work samples to get his year’s worth now.”

Considering Kol was a pharmaceutical rep with a certain blue pill as his top seller, Caroline could fill in the blanks. Allergic to feelings, Kol was one to drown actual emotion with more superficial fun and sex. Hell, it was how he and Enzo started their torrid love affair back in college; the whole ‘friends with benefits’ concept was super convenient for their freshman year as roommates.

After almost ten years together, though, Caroline knew Kol loved Enzo more than anything. His nonchalant attitude would dissipate as soon as Enzo left. “Well,” she sighed heavily, “have fun, then. But I’m planning your going away party, and nudity will not be allowed.”

“About that, gorgeous-”

“Nope!” Caroline threw up a stern finger. “Kol is still on probation for those assless chaps at your birthday.”

“That was three years ago.”


Chuckling, Enzo reached for her hands before they could get to her phone and her lists. “Aside from that totally unfair position on clothing policies,” he joked, “Kol and I actually had a different party in mind.”

Caroline blinked as Enzo patiently waited for the realization to set in. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “Oh my god!” Wrapping him in a hug, she gave an excited squeal until a horrifying thought struck.

“Kol can NOT wear assless chaps at your wedding.”

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I apologize for this post - it’s not dog related so if you want to see dogs keep scrolling on past - this might get long.

April 9th 1917 began the battle of Vimy Ridge - an important WWI battle for Canada.

It was the first time all of Canada fought together as a nation. Canada took center stage for this battle all four divisions working towards one goal, with support from their allies.

Canada’s other allies had tried in the past to take the ridge but had all failed. 4 days of harsh fighting and Canada had managed to do what others could not.

They took the ridge - but at a great loss.

As a Canadian, I feel it is my duty to remember this - this battle - as many historians say that despite Canada being around for 50 years when this battle took place, Canada was born as a nation during that battle. Other countries saw Canada as a unified country fighting for what it believed in - instead of being a colony, fighting for what everyone else was fighting for.

I feel this is important - as we enter uncertain times ahead - to remember that people fought for freedom and for rights 100 years ago that others are still fighting for today. Please do not take your rights for granted, they were fought for and paid for dearly with the belief that everyone deserves equal rights. Everyone. If you have rights, fight for those who do not - not only because they deserve those rights, but as to not tarnish the memory and sacrifice of those who fought and died for those rights.

Today there is a ceremony for the 100th anniversary of this battle, and while I wish I could be there, I am proud to say that 10 years ago for the 90th, I was there, paying my respects for the re-dedication ceremony. I promised myself there that I would not forget what happened, I would not take my rights for granted, and that I would fight for those who deserve the same rights as I have. This post is a written promise - that I will continue to uphold that promise as best as I can.

Lest We Forget.

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Seventy-One

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

“Maebh?” Loki looked around the outhouses, having already looked for his wife inside the house, but having had no luck in finding her. “Maebh?”

“Darling?” he turned to see his mother standing behind him. “Is everything alright?”

“Where is Maebh?”

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 102: The Favor

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 102: The Favor

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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The Favor

CS Genre: (Captain Charming) Future fic

Killian scrunched his nose as he dug the pitchfork into the muck in the horse’s stall, and then tossed it into the wheelbarrow.  This farming was hot, physical, odoriferous work—and he was only beginning his tasks for the day.  Why the blazes had he ever agreed to Dave’s favor?  Next time he found himself in a pinch, he’d face the consequences on his own.


One week before

Killian peered into the washing machine in dismay.  What the bloody hell had gone amiss?  Where should have sat a load full of clean, pristine white clothing was a mess of pinks and reds.  After sifting through, Killian found the culprit.  A brand new pair of Emma’s red unmentionables had found its way in the otherwise white load.

“Bloody hell,” Killian muttered to himself.

She’d warned him about this. “Killian, you have to sort the laundry before you wash it.  Separate the whites from the colors.  If you don’t, the colors will bleed and ruin the whites.”

He’d waved her off, assuring her that he’d been washing his clothing for a couple of centuries before she’d been alive, but it was clear she wasn’t convinced, sure this “washing machine” would do him in.

And so it had.

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It’s already been said 26,478,902 times before, but I want to make a friendly PSA here. The point of RPGs is to play them *your way*. Some people create naïve darlings while others choose hardened veterans, cynical assassins, tanks, agenda-driven avengers, or outright scoundrels. (We really need to keep the word “scoundrel” alive, BTW)

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