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Grown up Lieutenant Duckling for @seastarved ‘s Fantasy Pretzel Week! Rated M for violence, descriptions of injuries, and character death. Because that’s where my mind goes, I guess. Thank you very much to @katie-dub and @zengoalie for their beta help at different stages, and to all my Hub fam for being the best.

Day Three: Prompt: Co-workers AU in the Enchanted Forest.

The birth of Crown Prince Leo of the Enchanted Forest had been met with rapturous joy, both by his shocked parents and by the kingdom he would one day rule. A dozen banquets were held in honour of the babe before he could do much more than mewl at his mother’s breast, a hundred ships launched in his name before he could speak it.

And his sister was probably the most delighted of all.

As Crown Princess, Emma had taken little pleasure in the intrigues of court - or of courting, for that matter - always far more at home with a weapon in her hand than when writing letters of diplomacy. For twenty eight years she had managed with a sort of grudging acceptance of the role life had bestowed on her, and then, at what felt like the eleventh hour -

Snow White had borne a son.

And Emma was free.

She casts a shrewd eye over the Royal Dockyard, watching as men swing from the rigging of the larger ships and cast lines to others waiting below. It’s alive, this place, alive with thousands of men rushing about to see to their duties, alive with the creak and groan of the wooden hulls as they sink and rise with the tide.

It makes her feel alive, too. All her dreams of adventure are set out before her on the crystal waters. This is her chance to be seen, not as some coddled princess, but as a woman with fire and determination in her very soul. A chance to prove herself. A chance that matters.

“Are you quite certain about this, Emma?” her father asks, two steps behind her in a uniform much like her own except for the row of glittering medals pinned to his breast. “These men are hard men who live hard lives, they may not take easily to a woman giving them orders.”

“They don’t have a choice,” Emma says mildly, though her eyes narrow slightly. “If Leo had not been born, I’d have been their Queen. Seems to me accepting a woman as Admiral shouldn’t come as too much of a strain.”

“As you wish.” says her father, reaching forward to lay a hand on her shoulder. “But I should be more comfortable if I knew you had a solid board of officers behind you.”

“I have a cutlass,” Emma says, turning to her father with a raised brow. “And I know how to use it. If that should not prove to be enough of an encouragement I’ll be sure to let you know.”

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Today is my 11th month of being happily married to my bestest bud and bestest man I ever met in my entire life, my husband. 

Every month we celebrate each month we are married (yes, we still are in the honeymoon stage) and we always and forever will be grateful God made us end up together. In any marriage, I believe, each person making up ½ of the union should always look and remember everything that is good and amazing about their other half and always be grateful for their existence in his/her life. When you are married to a person that always brings out the best in you and always make you smile and absolutely fucking fuzzy and blissful in the deepest depth of your very core, you better be very grateful every single day, so you learn how to value that person really well and never ever ever take him/her for granted. I must have done something really good in my lifetime for me to end up with such a wonderful, kindest and loving man. 

Anyway, why this picture of a Filipino sausage (Longganisa) when I am just babbling about warm fuzzy hitched love? Well, because my husband always celebrates my nationality by patronizing Filipino food every wedding monthsary we breezed through. You see I am a Filipina and my husband is American, a burger and steak loyalist really, but come our special day of the month, he eats Filipino food and buys Filipino products by himself to surprise me and put a huge huge smile on my face. And so today, he took home 3 grocery bags of Filipino products and the following are his hoards…

4 Skewers of Pork Barbecue

1 pack of Longganisa (Filipino sausages)

1 pack of red hotdogs (yes, RED hotdogs)

Several flavours of Lucky Me Instant Pancit Canton (noodles)

Tobi Spicy Mexican Style Peanuts (his very favourite)

Star Anise

Mama Sita’s Flavour Packets (Sisig, Pancit Bihon Guisado, Adobo)

Canton Noodles (egg noodles)

Chopsuey Veggies Pack

Coconut Water

Knorr Liquid Seasoning 

Datu Puti Soy Sauce (VERY essential for cooking Filipino Adobo)

It’s the simple (yet very profound in effort and meaning) everyday things really and  I can’t ask for anything more.

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@steffybabay: Happy birthday to one of my best friends 🐈🎉🎂

Just started seeing this new Markiplier info bubbling up on my dash.

Went to go check out what the hub-bub was all about:

Now, I’m doing my best to not jump to conclusions, but my first thought on the matter was “Aw, man, what’d y’all do to him THIS time?”

I’m hoping I’m wrong, I’m hoping this turns out to be not-so-serious, but if I hear that another fan went right past Creepytown into “this is fucking wrong, why are you doing this”-Ville, I’m not gonna be too surprised.

Either way, I hope it’s resolved soon, and I hope the poor guy gets a break for once.