only seems right

I think one of the reasons the Harry Potter Epilogue was so poorly received was because the audience was primarily made up of the Millennial generation.

We’ve walked with Harry, Ron and Hermione, through a world that we thought was great but slowly revealed itself to be the opposite. We unpeeled the layers of corruption within the government, we saw cruelty against minorities grow in the past decades, and had media attack us and had teachers tell us that we ‘must not tell lies’. We got angry and frustrated and, like Harry, Ron and Hermione, had to think of a way to fight back. And them winning? That would have been enough to give us hope and leave us satisfied.

But instead. There was skip scene. And suddenly they were all over 30 and happy with their 2.5 children.

And the Millennials were left flailing in the dust.

Because while we recognised and empathised with everything up to that point. But seeing the Golden Trio financially stable and content and married? That was not something our generation could recognise. Because we have no idea if we’re ever going to be able to reach that stage. Not with the world we’re living in right now.

Having Harry, Ron and Hermione stare off into the distance after the battle and wonder about what the future might be would have stuck with us. Hell, have them move into a shitty flat together and try and sort out their lives would have. Have them with screaming nightmares and failed relationships and trying to get jobs in a society that’s falling apart would have. Have them still trying to fix things in that society would have. Because we known Voldemort was just a symptom of the disease of prejudice the Wizarding World.

But don’t push us off with an 'all was well’. In a world about magic, JK Rowling finally broke our suspension of disbelief by having them all hit middle-class and middle-age contentment and expecting a fanbase of teenagers to accept it.

Also. Since when was 'don’t worry kids, you’re going to turn out just like your parents’ ever a happy ending? Does our generation even recognise marriage and money and jobs as the fulfillment of life anymore? Does our generation even recognise the Epilogue’s Golden Trio anymore?

  • Me: I don't mean to brag, but I'm a pretty hardcore gamer
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okay but

when rowan finally gets to aelin, and she’s probably locked inside the coffin without any hope of ever getting out, so completely battered and broken physically but content because she knows she did everything possible to give her people, her court, her family a chance, 
and then suddenly she hears some kind of inhuman roar through the iron box that muffles almost all noise, but somehow this sound is loud enough to still hurt her ears even through the box,
and screeching as someone physically rips open the box, and she can smell copious amounts of blood in the air and the entire cadre is there, summoned by Rowan for the break in a day earlier and using all of their strength to save the queen they want to serve from the one they deplore,
and they shakily lift her out of the coffin but she can’t even be grateful because Rowan’s not  t h e r e, and if he’s not with them he must be hurt and oh  g o d s what if he’s dead, and she’s starting to lose it because she can handle whippings and beatings and torture but she can’t handle her mate being gone, not having been able to save him–
and then there’s a shriek nearby and suddenly he’s there, her mate is there, in the same room as her, cut and bruised and limping but alive, and with him is Maeve, but something is different and–oh gods, her neck is broken, her mate killed the woman who has starred in every one of her nightmares for the last year, the ones that didn’t end when she woke up, when the pain from the bone deep injuries pulled her out of brief unconsciousness, her magic unable to heal so many extensive injuries, and not in an iron box, iron shavings sprinkled onto her tattered skin after her session every day before she could be returned to the coffin, Maeve is DEAD she’s finally gone, and aelin lets out the smallest sound of relief,
and then rowan is next to her, snatching her out of his brothers’ arms quickly, but so carefully, tears building up in his eyes at the sight of her in so much pain, shaking with rage at quite how much blood and muscle is visible,
and her mouth starts to move, and she wants to apologize for not telling him about the mating bond and for sacrificing herself and not telling him, but he can see it in her face and cocks his head in the way she knows means don’t you dare apologize, Fireheart and gods she has missed this effortless communication, and Rowan, everything about Rowan, her husband and consort and mate,
and they’re both grasping each other tightly to assure that they’re real, because Rowan has seen his mate’s face day in and day out in battle strategy discussions next to Aedion and in the nightmares that never seem to end, and Aelin never thought this suffering would end but he’s here, he came for her even though they both knew he shouldn’t have, and she can’t stop looking at him, at that face she loves, and then he turns to face her directly and for a moment she thinks she’s seeing double–but no, there’s that scar above his left eyebrow, so the only thing that makes sense is–
“You got a new tattoo.” her voice is quiet and hoarse, but still so unequivocally Aelin, and he wants to both laugh and sob into her because of course, of course that’s the first thing she notices, the first thing she says to him, the first thing his mate says to him after being apart for a year, so he nods and clears his throat,
“I–our story needed to be represented there too. I mentioned the idea to Fenrys the morning you–the morning after our ceremony. And then you were gone, and…” his throat felt swollen shut, but he continued speaking. “and then it seemed only right that you had a place next to Lyria’s, even though I hadn’t learned my lesson and…” he trails off, but she can read the “failed you, failed you both but here again Maeve went right by me and I failed you
“Buzzard,” she says, and she could tell him all the same with her eyes and her face but after so long of nothing escaping her mouth but screams, it feels so good to talk, “I can’t have you taking credit for my abduction when we both know I’m simply too clever of a mastermind for you to have realized what was happening. And you’re here now, and that…I could never have asked it of anyone. You came.”
“Of course I came,” he can’t stop looking at her, hands still wrapped gingerly around her emaciated frame, and if he hadn’t already rutting killed Maeve and Carn he would lose it right now at feeling her ribs poking at skin where there used to be layers of muscle. “I’m not just anyone.” his voice cracks, and he so so hates displays of emotion and mushiness but he needs her to hear it, to know. “I love you, Fireheart. You’re going to have to get used to the idea that I’m never going to let you go if we’re going to be mated for the rest of both of our fae lifespans.”
and she’s laughing and crying, because of course she is, and this arrogant, territorial male is hers for all of that time, and she wants to ask after Aedion and Lysandra and Elide and Dorian and Chaol and Nesryn and the thirteen, but she knows he wouldn’t leave them defenseless for anything, and her mate is here and he knows he’s her mate and gods is she so glad to have the ridiculous buzzard in her life.
He gets her out of the dungeon, out of the palace and she can feel him tense when they get into the sunlight and the iron in her wounds is visible, and he starts to growl but restrains himself when the sound makes her cower the tiniest bit, and he presses his lips to her temple but she can feel the wind delicately removing the tiny metal bits from her back, and her magic slowly, slowly starts to knit the skin back together, cell by cell, and then she’s in a featherbed sleeping finally because she knows there’s no way in hell he will take his eyes off of her for the next century, and a few hours later she opens her eyes because something thumps onto the deck of the ship, and she startles and clenches her fists because they must have found her, but then her door is thrown open and Lysandra is there, running to her with tremendous sobs, and she can smell the cadre in the hallway, and Chaol runs in too, but they’re both thrown out of the way by a volatile Aedion, and she knows something must be wrong because Dorian and Manon and Elide aren’t there, oh gods not Dorian, and she knows well enough that war comes with sacrifices, but it was supposed to be her, not her book loving best friend, and of her a moment they’re all crying together before Lysandra pulls a sealed envelope from her pocket, addressed to her in that regal script, and she bursts out laughing because of course he left her a note, of course he’s going to tell her he chose this, it’s so very Dorian, 
and she spends days like this, crying and laughing and healing and trying not to flinch at every noise and voice, wrapped in Rowan’s arms and catching up on hundreds of hours of sleep deprivation, until one morning he’s shaking her and she groans in opposition, but he pulls her to her feet and helps her to the deck, and her breath catches because she can smell it already–pine and snow and love and happiness and oh gods, they’re finally–
“Home,” Rowan breathes in her ear. “We’re home, Fireheart.”

a few thoughts about RSD cus i was typing out a huge thing anyway LMAO

OK SO i’ve been hoping someone would mention this bc I personally have been having a WILD TIME with this particular symptom! But knowing what it is is definitely helping me figure out how to cope with it cus it is definitely a roller coaster.

My particular experience idk how frequent it is in the ADHD community but like you, I was never told about this symptom at all. [but for me a lot of adhd symptoms im actually discovering through research and not doctors visits]

BASICALLY ok rejection sensitive dysphoria is for right now as far as we know, ADHD specific, though there have been discussions in a ton of communities over how it is possible some BPD [borderline personality disorder, not bipolar] sufferers experience it as well. But until thats really delved upon, right now, it is ADHD specific. [research changes constantly and alters all we know]

However we know ADHD sufferers are all under the same umbrella when it comes to being more sensitive to rejection, teasing, criticism, or feeling like you’ve failed. So far its believed at least 90%-100% of ADHD people experience this, as after being told what it is instantly identify it within themselves.

Rejection sensitive dysphoria feels like this ok:

Lets imagine everything’s fine in your day, but you say something to someone and you’re not expecting it, but they either make you feel slighted/insulted/rejected/youre not good enough. Even if they don’t mean to! Even if they are not trying to hurt your feelings and didn’t think about it, it just comes across that way.

What this causes you to feel is an immediate overwhelming emotional response and there are 2 ways most ADHD people react to it. The common symptom overall is just an overwhelming sense of discomfort and pain. It is so intense that you feel you may not be able to live with it.

Internalized: You feel extremely distressed and like you’ve hit a low point. From now on, nothing you do ever again will ever matter. You’ve hit the end of the road in your life. Suicide and ending it all seem like a reasonable thing to do, but you know you’re not going to do that. You become noticeably depressed and low energy. Most people who have this response believe they’ve been misdiagnosed and are actually rapid-cycling bipolar, but thats because this is a very commonly missed symptom of ADHD.

Externalized: You lash out at the person causing you pain. It seems only right, as they were the one causing you this INTENSE discomfort. It really appears like you’re having an anger meltdown of sorts. Lashing out you expect to feel some relief but may soon realize you’ve overreacted, and embarrassed yourself, which unfortunately causes more pain and embarrassment.

Anyhow, what this causes I’ve learned in a lot of ADHD sufferers is it alters their behavior so much bc they want to avoid this feeling SO MUCH that they will do one of several [or all] of these with their life:

  1. Become people pleasers. Forgetting their personal goals, they look into what others around them are really really into and chameleon those things, seeking praise and admiration. This is seen as a way to avoid the intense pain of RSD.
  2. Stop trying. If you don’t try something new, you can’t fail at it. It’s really not worth the risk of subjecting yourself repeatedly to this dysphoria. The idea of putting yourself out there provokes such an intensely deep anxiety that it stops you dead in your tracks.
  3. Become perfectionists. Using the sensation of RSD to overachieve, they strive to be the absolute best at what they do. They seek to be above criticism, you cannot criticize this perfection. The problem this causes, as it does seem glamorous, is that perfection is never attainable so they are constantly driven to achieve more. Overworked, stressed, never satisfied with the outcome.

Coping:

Ok so there’s not a lot about coping with RSD that doesn’t deal with medication, but I’m not medicated and so I’m here to tell you what you might can do to help yourself.

First off, just knowing this thing has a name has really helped and let me step back and analyze whenever I start to feel these come on, and I know I’m not alone there. The intense pain of RSD is actually stated to as an episode, so treating these as you would a mood swing or mood episode could be a good start.

When you feel yourself being slighted over something someone has said, do not react to them right away. Give yourself a bit of space. Analyze it. Do you have the right to feel the way you’re starting to feel? You have to be honest with yourself.

If you see that no harm was intended, but feel slighted and start to feel this emotional reaction, you have to distance yourself. If internalized, maybe ask for attention but do not demand it or rely on it, maybe talk about something else and come back to this later.

If you feel like you’re about to lash out at others, definitely remove yourself from the situation until you’ve calmed down. You’ll feel a lot better about not reacting to the first thing that comes to mind later, thus saving yourself further embarrassment dysphoria.

Overall, I know its hard to be easy on yourself when the stakes are so high emotionally. But you have to try. I’m not a professional and I’m still trying to see whats beneficial to coping with this. Trying not to ignore your own emotions, but also seeing where the line should be drawn between acknowledgement and letting yourself get lost in it.

Do any followers or mods have any coping ideas?

-Mod Speedo

Believer - Bughead Fic

[A/N: The aftermath of that scene, smuttiness because we all needed it, this is only my second Bughead fic so I’m still finding their voices a little so please bear with me! The song used below is the song from that very scene, it only seemed right. Only briefly proof-read but I will probably go back sometime later tonight and fix any errors I’ve missed, hopefully not too many but I did make the decision to swap tenses halfway through writing this.]


I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That looked at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the…

-Imagine Dragons - Believer


The worn leather nestles itself warmly against his neck, fingertips grazing against the frayed polyester cuffs and the smell of faded cigarettes and liquor envelope the air around him.

‘Juggie-’ Her voice wavers with uncertainty, the small smile that had crept its way into the corners of his mouth falls in an instant. 

Betty.

Sorry kid, I didn’t realise you had a lady-friend over.’ The broad Serpent chuckles throatily. 

‘Uh, Betty-’ he offers lamely with an outstretched arm to the door, ‘my girlfriend.’

The Serpents in unison stretch to peer around the door, meekly Betty remains hidden, her slender fingers with periwinkle polish grasping firmly at the edge of the door with knuckles turning white.

‘My-my,’ smirks the leader of the pack, ‘don’t you just paint a familiar picture.’

Betty steps back cautiously as the larger man strains to get a better look, instinctively Jughead’s arm raises against the door-frame offering the bearded man a stern look. Taking a step back he rocks on the heels of his feet, his own hands raised in surrender and a curious gaze playing on his features.

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I would like to point out Flynn’s very own constructed staircase. Made with wood and bicycle tires. That’s very nice, Flynn. I bet you got an A+ in Croatian shop class.

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Lemon Realty has found an amazing historic home for your entire family. This beautiful Victorian home was built in 1879, and has 4 bedroom and 4 bath. The unique thing about this home is that the bottom level of the home is a home of its own. This was used for the grandparents of the last family living there, and has 1 bedroom and  1 bathroom with its own kitchen, and living area and has a connection to the backyard as well. This could also be used as an income sweet or remolded into anything you would like. This house is the forever home for your family. The house is selling for $152,526.

This is an old build of mine that I finished up to upload for you. I thought I should get some of my builds I half started done and up for you guys before I do any of my new ones, seems only right. I left 1 bathroom and 1 bedroom unfurnished so that you can do what you want with them. This has all stuff, expansions, and game packs except fitness stuff so be aware of that! I hope you enjoy! :] CC LIST INCLUDED

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Mag7 cast + Horror

Good horror is built on suspense. Shock has its moments, but it isn’t, and should never be, the defining characteristic of the genre.  - Johnathan Maberry

people don’t give warren enough credit for his bravery

regardless of whether you consider warren and max platonic or romantic, he stands up for her in front of nathan and beats him up. twice. when he is well aware that nathan is prone to violent episodes and that he carries a gun around. not to mention the fact that nathan’s room is right opposite warren’s - the guy literally sleeps a few feet away from him and despite everything warren still decides to protect max and piss nathan off, at his own risk.

knight in shining armor || stuart twombly

word count: 2325

warnings: none, just fluff

prompt: none

author’s note: enjoy this cute little imagine of stuart! thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for letting me run the idea by her! 

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Woody’s Roundup: Meme spell to silence stupidity and hate

With the sudden power and presence of Woody’s Roundup gang, or the Woody Collective as others have called them, it only seems right to try and channel that energy into a spell.

A small spell for hopefully getting all sorts of varmints and desperadoes to shut up.

*Not advised for petty disagreements–it’s not what the Sheriff would want–but for silencing only people whose views harm and hurt people: white supremacists, TERFs, pedophiles, etc.

Ingredients:

  • The URL or name of the target
  • Your ‘voice’, be it just a thought or said to yourself
  • Faith in the Sheriff
  • Optionally: A photo of the sheriff to more easily call on your intent
  • Also optional: A paper doll–it can be a simple stick figure drawn on paper and a piece of tape

Steps:

  • Say, or think, “Howdy Pardner” and concentrate on channeling the power of the Sheriff.
  • Focus on the name of the target and why they want your silence.
  • In your mind, push out their name and hatred, preferably while saying “Reach for the sky”.
  • If you’ve chosen to add in the physical step with  the paper doll and tape,  now is the time to put the tape over the doll’s mouth.
  • When you have finished, say “Thank you, Sheriff”.
  • If you made a paper doll, dispose of it by cutting it up, preferably head first, and throwing it away.

Thank you, Sheriff, in advance for your services.

NOBODY LIKE YOU [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “HELLO!!! i really enjoy your writing and i wanted to request something (: i was wondering if you could do a Draco x Reader imagine where reader is super shy and Draco’s readers boyfriend and he teases reader a bit about it constantly and reader gets kind of upset??? but he makes it up to them?? i’d really love it if you did (: also i’m sorry that it’s oddly specific 😅” — by anon

a/n: not gonna lie that i was excited to write this bc it’s my first draco imagine request lol. i hope that you don’t mind that i changed it up a bit and i also hope that you like it! thank you :-)

Masterlist Request link here!

People often told you that the only reason why they were suddenly aware of your existence was because you started dating Draco Malfoy. Well, that was probably because you were one of the most silent and shy of the entire student body in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

That was also one of the reasons why your fellow wizards wondered how the hell did you manage to win the Slytherin Prince’s heart if you were his complete opposite. You didn’t know the answer yourself, but either way you weren’t complaining.

Though sometimes Draco was a very, very, very annoying boyfriend. He loved to mess with you in any kind of way, whether it was to tease you how your hair looked like a bird’s nest in the morning, how you were Flitwicks’ favorite student, and of course, the fact that you were practically an anti-social human being.

“Y/N, don’t you think this is getting a little bit ridiculous?” Draco smirked as the two of you sit down on your usual table inside the library. “I mean, Madam Pince won’t bite.”

You huffed, “I know that but —”

“You’re too shy?” He cut you off with a knowing grin.

You involuntarily blush and cross your arms. “Yeah … though only because this is my second time not returning my borrowed book on the correct due date!”

Draco laughed quietly, “Love, that’s bloody stupid and you know it. Madam Pince probably wouldn’t even remember that it is your second time.”

“What if she does?”

“She won’t.”

“Draco, you wouldn’t know that.”

“You wouldn’t know it either.” he smartly pointed out. “So let’s call it quits and just go to Madam Pince and return this book to her so we can go have our date.”

You blush yet again at the mention of your date with Draco today. The both of you were already supposed to be in Hogsmeade, but since you were too anxious to walk up to the librarian and just return your book, there had been a delay of plans.

As you were about to stand up and finally approach Madam Pince, you heard Draco mutter something under his breath.

“Finally. Bet Pansy would have approached her an hour ago with no persuasion needed.” he said but you can still hear the teasing tone in his voice.

You knew he was still trying to drive you nuts (something he liked to do a lot), but you couldn’t help but feel upset because of the mere fact that you have always been slightly insecure of Pansy since a lot of people always told you Draco was better off with her rather than with you.

“Then maybe you should start dating her instead.” you bluntly stated before walking towards Madam Pince and placing the book on her desk without another word, going out of the library then, not even bothering to wait for Draco to catch up.

The Slytherin Prince wasn’t stupid. He knew he had gone a little too far with what he told you because he immediately got up from his seat to follow you outside.

He matched your pace, his voice gentle and soft as he start to talk to you, “Love, you know I was only kidding, right?”

“Didn’t seem like you were.” You answered, your eyes staring straight ahead.

You hear him sigh. “Y/N, Pansy can never beat the beauty and charm you have. I didn’t mean to sound like I preferred her to be my girlfriend. I was only teasing.” he reasoned.

You didn’t answer him but still, the sudden rush of blood to your cheeks gave you away, making Draco crack a smirk. Knowing that he was enjoying this, you finally turned to his direction and slapped him hardly on the chest.

“I’m still mad at you.” You reminded him.

“Then why are you blushing?” he challenged.

You huffed, “I’m pretty sure it’s because of anger.”

Draco raised his eyebrows because of this. “Y/N, if there’s one thing cuter than you being shy, it’s you trying to act mad.”

His comment made you stare at him blankly. “How can you be so smooth and annoying. I hate you so much.” you joked, a smile finally making its way to your face.

He grinned, suddenly pulling you closer despite the fact that you could literally feel everyone staring at the both of you, since you were still standing in the middle of the hallway.

“Draco, not here please.” You pleaded, proving once again how shy you truly were.

He ignored your protest, tilting your head up instead to make you look at him. “Hey, I was serious about what I said. Sure I banter a lot and make fun of you a lot, but I hope you know it’s a way of showing how much I love you. I wouldn’t want anybody else to be here with me right now other than you, Y/N.”

You widened your eyes at his words since he rarely say those kind of things whenever there were other people around, especially first years who were clearly eavesdropping to your conversation, now squealing silently.

“Okay, okay.” you smile. “I love you too, Draco, but can we be go somewhere private now? I swear, I could feel daggers behind my back.”

He chuckled and placed a quick but sweet kiss on your lips, catching you off guard and once again, making you blush stupidly, something you tend to do a lot whenever you were with your boyfriend.

“So, about that date …”

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Rainbow

Warnings - fluff, angst, smut, swearing.

Word Count - 3,399


Jefferson had seemingly lost everything when the Enchanted Forest transformed into Storybrooke, years playing on loop and nothing ever changing, all as a consequence for his betrayal, for falling in love. The punishment was simple, for him to idly stand by whilst he watched his daughter and one true love move on without him with no memory of his existence or their time together as a family, but the one thing that made it worse was the sight of seeing his wife and daughter pass one another in the street and not have the faintest idea of their relationship.

Little Grace would hop off the bus each day after school and he would watch her as she looked straight through him before heading home to her other family, he was a stranger, a nobody in her world. The reminder of his loss would bring tears to his eyes and his heart would break, shatter even, it was an unbearable pain. However, the worst pain of all was when he laid eyes upon his wife, his Iris, in the arms of another man. Regina had stuck her pointed heel into his soul and ripped it out when she gave Iris to a man she hated when she was in Wonderland, a man who pestered her with the hope of one day controlling her, a man she now looked so happy with.

Iris owned her own shop where she made clothes, something she had always been interested in, a hobby that they shared and bonded over. It was that factor which allowed him to speak to her, just hear her voice whilst he marvelled at her beauty. It was one of those days, the sun was shining which it always seemed to be when she was happy, and the birds perched outside the ledge by the window and sang their song to her, the door was wide open and welcoming and Mary Margaret sat with her legs dangling over the counter as she and Iris gossiped about their uneventful lives. The rattling bell over the door jingled, announcing the entrance of another person into the shop and the pair looked up from their conversation to see Jefferson stood by the doorway, smiling softly as he moved to approach them, “Ladies,” he acknowledged with a slight bow of the head as he snuck a glance at Iris, the dark waves which fell past her shoulders and her blue eyes which sparkled as she beamed up to him, “How are we?” He asked, Jefferson was considered to be a reserved man who rarely appeared from him house, nobody knew why but no one questioned it.

Mary Margaret grinned mischievously at Iris who rolled her eyes, “Better now that I’m going to be an Aunt,” she wriggled her eyebrows at the frowning Iris who shook her head disapprovingly but couldn’t stop the small smile from finding her lips as she turned to Jefferson who felt like crying, for she was truly lost.

Iris shook her head again as her fingers placed down the pencil which was sketching with, “Not yet,” she pushed her friend playfully as she stood up, her sketchbook scooped up into her arms, “Alex and I are trying, it doesn’t mean that it’s going to happen,” she teased as she moved around the desk.

The man didn’t know how he felt in that moment, all he knew was that he couldn’t show his true emotion, his true feelings. Iris already had a child, Grace, with him, they were married and he couldn’t stand the thought of his wife having another child that wasn’t his, even if she couldn’t remember their past, “You’re trying for a baby?” Jefferson asked with disbelief, the familiar feeling of agony swelling in his heart as she nodded sheepishly, looking unsure about the situation.

His Iris always spoke about how much she adored Wonderland, it was an ironic relationship, he was the mad thief with a talent in making hats and no morals, and she was a princess who adored everything she touched and saw, the one who taught him that it was alright to fall and have faith in love. Iris almost gave up everything for him, she proved to everyone that love was strong and unbreakable, and she refused to lay down and allow someone to own her life. Oh, how much Regina had changed her. The mere thought of it ruined him, “Are you ready?” Iris asked with her brows dipped in confusion and worry, Jefferson turned back to her with an expression mirroring her own, “The fitting? You want me to make that shirt for you, the materials are at your place, remember?”

Jefferson blinked hard a few times and nodded, that was the reason he had gone to see her, she was composing a new shirt for him so he had come to collect her, “Of course,” Iris smiled brightly and she ushered Mary Margaret from the shop so that she could lock up, the sky was painted orange as they left, she sighed contently as she said goodbye to her friend and walked alongside Jefferson, it stirring up something strange deep within her.

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anonymous asked:

So, the title of the musical is "The Song in Your Heart". Apart from an obvious ripoff (they will sing about - whatever's in their hearts?) what's your first associative knee-jerk reaction? :)

Just this: