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To be ignored like I don’t even deserve an answer, well I get it I take your action as an answer. You made yourself loud and clear I’m nothing to you.

Just Couldn’t Let This One Go

A birthday fic for @the-captains-ayebrows. Happy Birthday dear Hollie! @lenfaz and I coordinated on this gift, so she’s going to be writing a second part. Double the pleasure, double the fun! This part’s a bit saucy, just the way you like it. Super special thanks to @seethelovelyintheworld for looking this over for me!

Summary: Emma Swan is all set to snag her perp and collect her fee, but something about Killian Jones makes him just too irresistible to turn in.

Rated: M for Most Definitely Smutty

Words: 9,000


Part One

Emma slid onto a barstool at The Davenport, conscious of the way her dress clung tightly to her legs as she parted them to take her seat. A quick glance to the other end of the bar told her she was just in time. Her mark was there, and he was alone.

Gotcha buddy. Now it was just a matter of time.

Emma smiled at Graham behind the bar, who acknowledged her presence with a nod and a look that said, “Give me a minute, Swan,” as he greeted some customers in front of him. While Emma waited for him to make their drinks she pretended to fiddle with her phone, casually making a more thorough perusal of her skip.

He looked broody, dressed all in black and bent over a glass of some kind of dark liquor, his hand clutching the back of his neck. And what a neck it was, her eyes noting the hollow of his throat and following up the defined tendons to admire the cut of his jaw, nicely peppered with scruff. His hair was black as night and looked touchably soft, even from a distance, perfectly disheveled and just a tad too long. As he dropped his hand and raised his head, the air became charged with that unnameable tension that seems to float through the air when someone can feel another person’s eyes on them. Emma knew she should look away, but she couldn’t, too curious to see what his eyes looked like.

Damn, they were blue. Shadowy, as if he carried secrets there, but framed perfectly by thick eyebrows, one of which he raised in her direction, a small smirk quirking up the corner of his too-red lips in a very knowing way when he noticed her staring.

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so we had a huge summer reading kickoff event at work and I was in charge of face painting. So a lady and her kid walk up to get face painted and i see the lady has a bearded dragon on a leash in her purse???!!! (which is honestly???? goals?!?!!) anyway, I was like “.… hey not to be weird or anything but can I hold your lizard???????? and that’s how today became one of the best days ever the end

My predictions for the finale

AD: irrelevant character
A team: everyone we already knew
Liars: married with kids on the way
Final shot: a promo for Marlene’s new series which is really just a lame facsimile of pll and maybe some emison thrown in
Will I watch it: probably
After show q+a: questions still not answered cause the writers really know nothing
Facebook fandom: ASS KISSING
Tumblr: outrage and cry typing


I am forcibly removed from the pll fandom

Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.
—  Lawrence M. Krauss, A Universe from Nothing: Why There Is Something Rather Than Nothing