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“It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW.”


wizarding placesthe burrow. it looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic. four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. a lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, the burrow.


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You frowned as you stood up, arms wrapping around yourself as the streets buzzed around you. A heavy leather jacket fell around your shoulders as someone guided you out of sight of the few early morning city folk and into a warm home that was several stories high.

“Why am I here?” You asked as you turned to the man. He was another wolf, it was clear from the comforting scent. “Are you…”

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” Derek hummed happily and smiled when your eyes widened.

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It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW.”

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hp meme | one/four locations the burrow 

“It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW.”


ISTJ: “All I Ask of You”

Character: Raoul de Chagny, The Phantom of the Opera

No more talk of darkness/forget these wide-eyed fears/I’m here, nothing can harm you/my words will warm and calm you

ISTP: “I’ll Cover You”

Character: Tom Collins, Rent

I think they meant it/When they said you can’t buy love/Now I know you can rent it/A new lease you are my love/On life, be my life

ESTP: Singing in the Rain”

Character: Don Lockwood, Singin’ in the Rain

I’m singin in the rain, just singin in the rain/what a glorious feeling I’m happy again/Come on with the rain, I’ve a smile on my face

ESTJ: “Something Good”

Character: Captain Von Trapp

Here you are, standing there, loving me/whether or not you should/so somewhere in my youth/or childhood/I must have done something good

ISFJ: “Hopelessly Devoted to You” 

Character: Sandy Olsson, Grease

But now, there’s nowhere to hide/since you pushed my love aside/I’m out of my head/hopelessly devoted to you/hopelessly devoted to you

ISFP: “Heaven’s Light”

Character: Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame

So many times out there/I’ve watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night/They had a kind of glow around them/It almost looked like heaven’s light

ESFP: “On the Street Where you Live”

Character: Freddy Eynsford Hill, My Fair Lady

I have often walked down this street before/but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before/all at once am I several stories high/knowing I’m on the street where you live

ESFJ: “I See the Light”

Character: Rapunzel, Tangled

And at last I see the light/and it’s like the fog has lifted/and at last I see the light/and it’s like the sky is new/And it’s warm and real and bright

INFJ: “Under Your Spell”

Character: Tara Maclay, Once More with Feeling

I saw a world enchanted/spirits and charms in the air/I always took for granted/I was the only one there/But your power shone, brighter than any I’d known

INFP: “A Heart Full of Love”

Characters: Marius and Cosette, Les Miserables

A heart full of love/a heart full of song/I’m doing everything all wrong/oh god, for shame, I do not even know your name

ENFP: “Part Of Your World”

Character: Ariel, The Little Mermaid

I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but I know something’s starting right now/Out of the sea, wish I could be/part of your world

ENFJ: “Satisfied”

Character: Angelica Schuyler, Hamilton

And I know/she’ll be happy as his bride/and I know/he will never be satisfied, I will never be satisfied

INTJ: “As Long as You’re Mine”

Character: Elphaba, Wicked

My wildest dreams could not foresee/lying beside you/with you wanting me/and just for this moment/as long as you’re mine/I’ve lost all resistance and crossed some borderline

INTP: “Something There” 

Character: Belle, Beauty and the Beast

New, and a bit alarming/who’d have ever thought that this could be?/True, that he’s no prince charming/but there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see

ENTP: “People” 

Character: Fanny Bryce, Funny Girl

People, People who need people/are the luckiest people in the world/we’re just children, needing other children/and yet letting our grown-up pride/hide all that need inside

ENTJ: “You Must Love Me”

Character: Eva Peron, Evita

Deep in my heart I’m concealing/things that I’m longing today/Scared to approach what I’m feeling/frightened you’ll slip away

anonymous asked:

Did you know that much of the ocean's food chain depends on the moon? Algae move towards moonlight to the surface in the evening, and creatures who feed on them go after them, so on and so forth.

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

Well, you learn something new every day!  Here are some more ocean facts!

1. For starters, did you know that 94 percent of life on Earth is aquatic? That makes us land-dwellers a very small minority.

2. About 70 percent of the planet is ocean, with an average depth of more than 12,400 feet. Given that photons (light) can’t penetrate more than 330 feet below the water’s surface, most of our planet is in a perpetual state of darkness.

3. Fifty percent of the United States (in terms of our complete legal jurisdiction, which includes ocean territory) lies below the ocean.

4. The deep sea is the largest museum on Earth: There are more artifacts and remnants of history in the ocean than in all of the world’s museums, combined.

5. We have only explored less than 5 percent of the Earth’s oceans. In fact, we have better maps of Mars than we do of the ocean floor (even the submerged half of the United States).

6. The longest mountain range in the world is under water. Called the Mid-Oceanic Ridge, this chain of mountains runs through the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and into the Indian and Pacific oceans. It runs more than 35,000 miles long, has peaks higher than those in the Alps and it comprises 23 percent of the Earth’s total surface.

7. We didn’t send divers down to explore the Mid-Ocean Ridge until 1973 — four years after Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walked on the moon — when a French-American crew of seven entered the 9,000-foot-deep Great Rift in the French submersible Archimede.

8. The ocean boasts an array of unusual geographic features, such as pillars that reach several stories high and chimneys that send up sulphuric acid. In the ocean-floor neighborhood of the Gulf of Mexico, brine pools mark the floor, along with underwater volcanoes that spew mud and methane, rather than lava.

9. These wonderful formations aren’t barren, either. Underwater hot springs that shoot water that’s 650 degrees Fahrenheit — hot enough to melt lead — boast a profusion of life, from 10-foot tall tubeworms to giant clams that function without digestive systems.

10. Many of the rules that apply on land are turned upside down in the ocean, some literally. Beneath the surface, often not far from popular vacation beaches, are underwater lakes, waterfalls and even upside-down lakes! 

11. Much of the life in the oceans, as on land, is invisible to the naked eye. For instance, if you’ve ever swallowed a milliliter of ocean water, know that you also gulped 1 million bacteria and 10 million viruses — give or take a few. No need to worry though, swimmers around the world swallow some ocean water during their ventures into the water, without ill effects.

12. Also living on hydrothermal vents are 140- to 160-foot long jellies, which use a process called chemosynthesis (think photosynthesis, but adapted to zero sunlight) to convert the hydrothermal water into simple sugars for food. Most striking are the extremes in which the jellies live. Temperatures vary drastically near the vents, so while the tops of the jellies enjoy lows of 37 degrees, their bottoms (at the vent) bask in a toasty 392 degrees — happy as clams, or jellies, rather.

13. Extreme temperatures aren’t the only seeming barrier to life, but again, the laws below the surface differ from those above. The immense pressure of the water on a human diving to greater depths is one of the biggest hurdles to exploring the deepest parts of the oceans — yet, at depths that would crush the Titanic like a Coke can, crabs, octopuses and tubeworms go about their business.  

14. But even the more familiar ocean creatures have interesting and unexpected traits and habits. Did you know that an octopus’s speed of travel never exceeds that of the surrounding waves? That same octopus employs amazing camouflaging talents — changing color, shape, and even its texture, pattern and brightness — to blend in to its surroundings.

15. Another example is the male squid, which turns a warm brown color to attract females, or white to warn away interloping males. Most intriguing is that the male never shows its white, aggressive side to the female. In a colorful show of marine multitasking, the male squid will turn the side facing his prospective mate the welcoming brown, while simultaneously turning sideways so that she can’t see he’s made his outward-facing flank white.

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SO HYPED YOU ANSWERED MY ANGSTY HANZO YESSSS but now i come to you for a continuation of when the s/o meets hanzo! What happens? Are they afraid of him? Do they want answers? Do they not want anything to do with him? Do they let him explain and LOVE ENSUES? WHO KNOWS





“Excuse me?” You spoke, curiosity filling your voice as you spoke the the brown-haired man in front of you, a cowboy hate sitting on top of his messy hair.

“Heard around that you’re looking for a man name Hanzo, y’mean Hanzo Shimada?” He questioned, folding his arms over his chest as he looked down at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I guess that’s his name?” You responded, shrugging your shoulders.

“I don’t know his last name, I just know his first name-” You paused for a moment, pursing your lips.

“And what he did.”

The taller man chuckled at your response, removing his hat as he sat down at the table with you.

“Well,” He propped his feet up on the wooden table, the spurs on his boots glistening in the sunlight.

“I reckon I know the man you’re talking about, and you can probably find him at his little secret hiding spot.”

You leaned forward, standing up from your chair.

“What spot?” You asked, a slight gleam in your eyes as you spoke.

“Ya’ got a pen? It’s a bit of a distance from here, though.”

You clutched the small piece of paper in your hands as you examined your surroundings, the small ledge providing you no comfort as you tried to keep your balance.

The man you’d been searching for apparently liked to hide out on extremely tall office buildings, and you were beyond scared. What will happen if he shows up? What will happen if he doesn’t show up?

You wobbled for a moment before deciding to sit down on the ledge, your feet swaying in the wind, hovering several stories high off the ground.

It was dark outside, the only light source being the street lights below you. The stars, however, looked exceptionally beautiful from the top of the building. You noticed every small twinkle, every passing satellite.

“Who are you?” You heard a deep voice speak from behind you, making you jump, your hands clutching the ledge as your head turned to look behind you.

Behind you stood a black-haired man, the sides of his hair were shaven, and the remaining length tied into a bun on the top of his head. A small gleam of light reflected off of the metal bridge piercing on his face.

You gulped as you noticed he was holding a bow, string pulled backwards, ready to let go.

You panicked, standing up too quickly, nearly losing your footing as you turned your entire body to face him. As you balanced yourself, you stepped forward onto the safety of the roof.

“Whoa, put the bow down. I’m just waiting for someone.” You responded, your voice uneasy.

“Nobody else comes here, except for me.” He shot back, no hesitation between your statement and his.

In that instant, you froze. Your mouth was slightly agape as you stared at him, trying to muster the courage to speak.

“Hanzo?” You half-whispered, your eyes wide.

He lowered his bow, looking at you with one of his eyebrows arched.

“Let me ask again, who are you? And why do you know my name?” He questioned, stepping towards you slowly.

You didn’t know what to do. What should you do? You didn’t come all the way here just to run from him, but you also didn’t prepare for what you would do if you met him.

“I guess that weird cowboy was right.” You muttered, pointing your finger towards yourself.

“I’m your soulmate.” You spoke again, making the black-haired man stop in his tracks. You noticed that he had visibly stiffened, and his hands were gripping the bow in his hand tightly.

“Impossible.” He spoke blankly, his features still stiff. He continued walking towards you, finally reaching where you stood, seeming to loom over you once he got there.

You were confused, and nervous. That wasn’t the response you were expecting.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“I haven’t had a dream about you in years,” He paused, his face now looking pained.

“Not since that night, many years ago.” He spoke again.

Your chest tightened as he spoke, you’d almost forgotten what compelled you to search for him. However, you weren’t scared. You felt quite the opposite.

You felt… safe?

“Well,” You shrugged “It’s the same for me, so we might as well use the time now to talk about what we’ve missed, right?”


Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - Chapter Three: The Burrow

“Touchdown!” said Fred as, with a slight bump, they hit the ground. They had landed next to a tumbledown garage in a small yard, and Harry looked out for the first time at Ron’s house.

It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, the burrow. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

“It’s not much,” said Ron.

“It’s wonderful,” said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.

// The Red Room //

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I originally planned for this one shot to be based on the ‘Enrapture’ prompt, but it actually has elements of the ‘Look Each Other in The Eye’ and ‘Devotedness’ prompts as well. So I decided to make this fic a little longer and sweeter for my followers.❤️


Natasha watched Steve as he stood away from the dance floor. For some reason, Tony thought it would be a good idea for the Avengers to host a Valentine’s Day party - a Valentine’s Day party, for God’s sake.

When a few of the other Avengers questioned why the hell Stark wanted to throw something so frivolous and cheesy as a V Day party, he just said, “Hey, we’ve all been through hell the past couple of weeks, cleaning up after miscellaneous Hydra bases all over the globe. I think we deserve a break for once.”

Then he made eye contact with Natasha and obnoxiously waggled his eyebrows at her before switching his gaze to Steve and grinning lasciviously. “Besides, I think a few of you guys could use some loosening up,” he’d said in a stage whisper.

All of the Avengers had suspected there were romantic feelings between Natasha and Steve. In a way, they had been engaging in a little dance of their own together, but neither chose to step forward and do anything about it. Hence, this damn party thought up by Tony to try and push the two of them together.

Now, the Valentine’s Day party raged on and to Natasha’s surprise, she was actually enjoying herself. Wanda and Vision were dancing - well, floating slightly above ground while swaying, which was pretty cute - Clint and Laura were chatting with Sam and Maria and showing them pictures of Nathaniel, Tony was being the life of the party, as always and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Everyone except Steve.

From her spot at the buffet table, Natasha could see the longing and apprehension on Steve’s face. It was clear that he wanted to be out there, dancing like the other couples, but as he’d told her many times before, he had two left feet and didn’t know how to dance.

Every time the subject was brought up between them, Natasha felt a pain in her chest because Steve always got this faraway, broken-hearted look on his face. She knew that was because of the promise he made to Peggy Carter, a promise to dance with her, which sadly, was never fulfilled.

The crash had ended any chance Peggy and Steve could have had together, but being a part of the Avengers gave Steve a new family and a cause to keep fighting, continuing the kind of work he’d done before. He wasn’t so alone as he previously thought.

As Natasha had gotten to know Steve, she felt blessed that he considered her to be his friend. He was such an amazing man, unlike anyone she’d ever met before. He had a heart for people and a protective, patriotic kind of character that urged him to do his duty, using his abilities to keep the world safe.

Personal experience taught him to defend those who couldn’t defend themselves and he never judged people by their past mistakes. He let them prove who they were in the present by their actions.

At first, it astonished Natasha that Steve was willing to overlook all of the bad she’d done and let her work as an Avenger speak for how she had changed and overcome the Black Widow persona to just be herself, Natasha Romanoff.

Her biggest breakthrough would always be that moment they shared in Sam’s house, when she asked Steve if he would trust her to protect him. From the three words he responded with, “I would now,” she felt like a load that she hadn’t even realized she was carrying, lessen.

In that quiet moment with Steve, hearing him say that he trusted her, Natasha had begun to fall in love with him and it continued through the following years. Oh, she wanted to tell him many times, but the words always got tangled up in her throat.

She did know that Steve cared for her just as much, if not, more than she did for him. Countless times on missions, when she’d gotten injured, he would always check on her and make sure if she was alright.

It was always Natasha who he would go to in the middle of the night whenever he had a nightmare, needing someone to comfort him. It was Natasha who he exchanged witty banter with and sent cryptic, yet meaningful looks when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. In his own way, he made her a priority in his life. Perhaps he didn’t know it, but she did.

How long are we going to play this game? Natasha thought to herself. Steve Rogers was truly an amazing man and she was sure that if she didn’t make a move soon, someone else would and she would spend the rest of her life wondering about what could have been.

Well, there was no way in hell she was going to let that happen.

At this point, she was tired of being alone and denying herself happiness out of a fear of rejection. That was something a the old Natasha would do, and Natasha was not that same woman anymore. It was time for her to take a chance and lay it all on the line.

Closing her eyes, Natasha murmured to herself in Russian, summoning up her strength. Then she took in a deep breath and moved through the crowds to Steve. When he was close enough, she grasped his hand in hers, pulling him to the dance floor.

The handsome blond blinked down at her and furrowed his brow, but he didn’t pull away. That was a good sign because Steve didn’t let just anyone tug him around anywhere. “Nat,” he asked, “what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Natasha replied with an bit of sass. “I’m going to dance with you.” She took Steve’s left hand, placed it on her waist, put her right hand on his shoulder and took his other hand in her free one.

She looked up at him and couldn’t resist the laughter that bubbled up from her throat. He looked so nervous. “What’s wrong, Rogers? Is this your first dance since 1945?”

“Well…yes.” He licked his lips and he held on to her a bit more firmly, but there was something gentle in his touch. Being in Steve’s arms was startlingly intimate and the redhead had to keep from trembling at the closeness of his body as he lessened the space between them.

“I’m happy to contribute to it, then.” His hand felt so warm as he held hers that she felt herself melt a little inside. In all her life, she’d never had a man hold her like this. Like she was something to be treasured and cherished.

Steve returned her smile and entwined her fingers with his. Natasha laid her head on his chest and they swayed to the sound of Andy Williams crooning a love song above their heads.

I have often walked down this street before, but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once, am I several stories high, knowing I’m on the street where you live.

No one knew this, but ‘On The Street Where You Live’ was one of Natasha’s favourite songs. For years, she wondered if she would find a man who loved her that much, someone who would be so enraptured of being with her that it felt like he were flying. Yes, it was a bit of wishful thinking on her part, but she was still a woman and wasn’t it the wish of every woman to be loved wholeheartedly?

After a while, she pulled back and said, “You know, you really aren’t as bad as you think. The way you dance…it’s almost as if you’ve done this your whole life. Are you sure you want to stick with your original 'I can’t dance to save my life’ story?”

Steve laughed out loud and the reverberations shook her to her core. God, she loved his laughter. It was so full and deep, like it shook every part of him. It made sense because Steve wasn’t a man who did things halfway; he was an all or nothing kind of guy.

“What can I say? I guess I just needed the right partner…”

Those words made Natasha’s head snap up and she stared at him in shock, hoping that her ears weren’t deceiving her. “You’d better not be teasing me, Steve,” she said in a hushed voice.

A possessive look appeared on Steve’s face and he gave her a gaze that burned her with the raw desire behind it. “I’d never do that to you, Nat,” came his husky reply.

Natasha knew that she could get lost in those blue eyes if she wasn’t careful, but that wasn’t such a bad thing. After everything they’d been through together, they both deserved a win. She knew that she and Steve were just right for each other. He was her missing puzzle piece. With him, she was complete, stronger and happier. They were already a great pair in the field and even better as friends. Love was the obvious step to come.

For Steve, there was a blend of elegance and toughness imbedded in her personality, a distinct feminine sensuality and that kept him on his toes. Natasha was a woman through and through, but she could be just as capable and skilled as a man. He may not address it, but that was a big factor in his attraction towards her and she knew it.

In those brief moments right before a mission, she’d catch Steve watching her out of the corner of his eye and she knew that he liked what he saw, but it was more than just that. He looked at her, proud of the woman she’d become and as if he didn’t regret choosing to trust her with his own life all those years ago.

The thought that Steve could see her in such a way made Natasha’s head spin. Her life may not be a fairy tale, but dammit, she was going to get her happy ending one way or another.

After a while of dancing, Steve surprised her by suddenly adjusting his hand placement on her body, then twirling her away from him and back into his arms. She let out a delighted gasp. “I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”

Steve leaned forward, so that his lips brushed against her ear. He whispered, “I’m a fast learner.”

Shivers ran down her spine, but she got ahold of herself and replied, “Interesting. After this dance, I’ll have to see what else you can pick up quickly.”

There was a sizzling look in Natasha’s eyes and Steve felt his whole body warm from the intensity of it. He felt like he could look into those blazing green eyes and just get lost in them.

Maybe that’s what he needed all along. The right woman to wake him up from his doldrums and bring him out of the cold for good. They were good for each other. Anyone could see that, and at this stage in their relationship, Steve knew that the time had finally come for him to let his feelings be known. It was hell holding them back from Natasha as well as fighting the urge to take her in his arms as he wanted to so many times before.

“This feels nice…and right.” Natasha murmured as they danced on the floor. Her heartseemed to beat in time with Steve’s own and he kissed her hand, wrapped up in a feeling of wonder.

“There’s no way it could be wrong…could it?” He pulled back slightly so Natasha would lift her head to look at him.

“Being around you is never a bad thing, Steve. You always seem to find me when I need you the most and…I don’t want to lose that.”

Now, they had stopped dancing, and Steve stared down at Natasha, eyes full of hope. “Nat…?”

The redhead just looked at Steve, an overwhelming look of love on her face and she said, “I’m saying that I want this. I want us.”

Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times, but words failed him. She had finally told him. This was it. This was what he’d been waiting for ever since that that stolen moment they shared in Sam’s guest room. Clutching her more securely around her waist, Steve managed to breathe out, “You mean…?”

Natasha pressed herself closer to Steve and ran her finger along his jawline and up to his lips. “I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep in your arms every night. You, Steven Grant Rogers, are the only man I want to be mine. I want forever with you.”

Suddenly, it was like time stopped and everyone else in the room faded away, leaving only the two of them. Steve caressed Natasha’s cheek and she smiled at him, nuzzling her face into the touch. Steve’s heart pounding in his chest even harder and he thought that he might leap for joy. “I want forever with you, too, Nat. I want everything.” He placed his palm on her heart, where he could feel her own muscle beating, proud and strong.

Tears shone in Natasha’s green orbs and she sighed in relief before she laid a passionate kiss on his lips. Having his arms around Natasha was wonderful, but from the little teases of her hands and the nips he made on her mouth, Steve knew it was a mere shadow of the other pleasures he’d experience with her.

As Steve and Natasha danced together, they both believed wholeheartedly that no matter what they’d face in the future, their love would never run dry because it was truly everlasting.

Nous Academy

Summary: Dan’s family has been hiding his secret for fifteen years, but finally the government finds out and sends him to a school with others who are similar. (Phan Superpower AU!)

The building was surrounded by moss covered stone walls and a large steel gate. There was a beautiful fountain that looked a bit newer than the rest of the property in the front. The building itself was several stories high, made of strong granite. It looked like something from a story book of sorts, probably having been built hundreds of years ago.

Dan hated it.

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My Fair Lady Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as needed!

Wouldn’t It Be Loverly

  • “It’s rather dull in town”
  • “All I want is a room somewhere”
  • “Wouldn’t it be lovely?”
  • “I would never budge ‘til spring crept over my windowsill”

With a Little Bit of Luck

  • “Someone else’ll do the blinking work!”
  • “When temptation comes you’ll give right in!”
  • “With a little bit of luck you’ll give right in”

I’m an Ordinary Man

  • “I’m an ordinary man”
  • “I desire nothing more than an ordinary chance to do exactly what I like”
  • “Let a woman in your life and your serenity is through”
  • “All at once you’re using language that would make a sailor blush”
  • “I’d prefer a new edition of the Spanish Inquistion”

Just You Wait

  • “You’ll be sorry but your tears’ll be too late!”
  • “Will I help you? Don’t be funny!”
  • “One day I’ll be famous!”
  • “And whatever you wish and want I gladly will do”

I Could Have Danced All Night

  • “I couldn’t go to bed!”
  • “I could have danced all night”
  • “I’ll never know what made it so exciting”
  • “My heart took flight”

Ascot Gavotte

  • “Everyone who should be here is here”
  • “What a gripping, absolutely ripping moment”
  • “I have never been so keyed up!”
  • “Look! It has begun!”
  • “What a frenzied moment that was”

On The Street Where You Live

  • "I have often walked down this street before”
  • “All at once am I several stories high”
  • “Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?”
  • “It’s just on the street where you live”
  • “The towering feeling, just knowing you are near!”
  • “The overpowering feeling that any moment you may appear!”
  • “People stop and stare, they don’t bother me”
  • “There’s nowhere else on Earth I’d rather be”
  • “Let time go by!”

You Did It

  • "Tonight, you did it!”
  • “I doubted you’d do it, but now I must admit it, that succeeded you did!”
  • “You should get a medal, or even be made a knight!”
  • “Now wait, give credit where it’s due”
  • “A lot of the glory goes to you!”
  • “Not a second did you falter!”
  • “At times I thought I’d die of fright!”
  • “I would have died of boredom!”

Show Me

  • "If you’re in love, show me”
  • “Tell me no dreams filled with desire”
  • “Here we are together in the middle of the night”
  • “Just hold me tight!”
  • “Haven’t your lips longed for my touch?”
  • “Sing me no song!”
  • “Don’t waste my time”
  • “Don’t talk at all!”
  • “Here we are together, in what ought to be a dream”
  • “Haven’t your arms hungered for mine?”

Get Me to The Church on Time

  • "There’s just a few more hours, that’s all the time I’ve got”
  • “I’m getting married in the morning!”
  • “Come and kiss me”
  • “Show how much you’ll miss me”
  • “The bells are gonna chime”
  • “If I am flying, then shoot me down”

A Hymn to Him

  • "I cannot understand the wretch at all”
  • “I beg your pardon”
  • “Would you be slighted if I didn’t speak for hours?”
  • “Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?”
  • “Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?”
  • “Why is logic never even tried?”

Without You

  • "What a fool I was to think you were the Earth and the sky”
  • “You are not the beginning and the end”
  • “There’s not a word or idea in your head that I haven’t put there”
  • “There’ll be spring every year without you”
  • “I can do without you”
  • “Without your pulling it the tide comes in”
  • “I shall not feel alone without you”
  • “I can stand on my own without you”

I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face

  • "I was serenely independent and content before we met”
  • “I’ve grown accustomed to your voice, your face”
  • “How humiliating! How delightful!”
  • “Will I take you in or hurl you to the wolves?”
  • “I’m a most forgiving man”
Dark Streets pt. 3

(Hello! This chapter is longer than the others and I’m hoping that’s a good thing! Here’s hoping! Enjoy! Tell me how you like it!)

It was a couple hours later when she saw Jerome again. (Y/N) had gone through what felt like a totally makeover, that seemed completely unnecessary. She had taken a shower, put on foreign clothes, then Barbara and Tabitha played with her hair till they found something they liked. The makeup they put her in felt strange, and the clothes felt to big and to small all at the same time.

To be fair the girls were nice enough. Given that one of them was a diagnosed psycho, they were actually not that bad to be around. They kept her busy with gossip about Gotham, asking her questions about herself, seeming genuinely interested. (Y/N) was still distant, keeping her answers vague and short. Reminding herself repeatedly of whose company she was in.

When it was all over, they sent her back to the room she first woke up in, leaving her to her own vices. The storm had cleared up, leaving only a few dark clouds watching over the smoggy city/ It was obvious that there was no way out of the building from her room. It was several stories high, if she were to try and escape, it would result in her brains splattered on the sidewalk beneath. So she sat, letting her thoughts keep her company.

“Wow! You’re looking smoking!” Jerome’s voice punctured her thoughts. Her little bubble of quiet, now breached, everything seemed even more all the wrong. (Y/N)’s situation started to come full focus.

“Why am I here?” (Y/N) blurted out.

“Aw, doll, isn’t that a little cliche?” He chuckles advancing closer. “I mean every victim says that.”

“It’s a valid question!” She spits back.

Jerome rolled his eyes, moving closer to sit beside (Y/N) on the bed. He scooted closer. Too shocked to do anything, (Y/N) sat there, anticipating the unpredictability of Jerome. He leaned in, putting his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. “You’re my little,” He pauses picking at the ends of her hair. “Project.” His mouth pulled into a wide grin.

“I’m not something that can be manipulated to your will.” She bites back at him.

“Oh sweetheart, I think you’ll find that I can.” He quickly leans in, grabbing the back of her neck bring her towards him. Their lips meeting forcefully. (Y/N)’s eyes opened in shock, the sheer disgust of what was happening coming to her. With quick thinking, she bit down on his lip as hard as she could, in hopes that he would stop.

Jerome drew back for a moment, still keeping one hand on her neck, the other coming up to touch his lip. A bit of blood came off onto his finger. “Kinky!” He smiled before bringing her back to kiss her once again. Using all her strength, (Y/N) pushed against his chest, dislodging their current position.

“Fine, enough for now. But later, I expect more later.” Jerome winked making (Y/N) shudder in disgust. He stood up, putting his hand out for her to take. “Come on darling, you need to eat.” He looked down at his, then to her. “I don’t bite.” He winks again.

(Y/N) groans, smacking his hand away before standing up and walking to the door. Not even looking back she opens the door and makes her way down the staircase. The group from earlier had disbanded, Galavan and the others nowhere to be seen, the main floor empty. (Y/N) cautiously walked over to a seat by one of the windows, plopping down and crossing her arms to stare out the window.

“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” Jerome called from where he was, rummaging through the fridge.

(Y/N) continued to stare out the window. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of talking to him. If he wanted her, she was going to make it as hard as she could for him to continue liking her.

Jerome let out a groan from the kitchen. “Come on (Y/N). Pouting will get you nowhere. The sooner you accept your situation, the better.” He saunters over to where she is. Looking down at her, he grips her chin tightly turning her to look at him. “I promise you’ll like it.”

The loud sound of a microwave going of caught Jerome’s attention.

“Oh look at that,” (Y/N) spoke. “Saved by the bell.”

Jerome released her chin, giving her a look of uamusement.  He walked over grabbing what was in the microwave grabbing forks and bringing it back to her.

(Y/N) looked at the containers in his hands. Rolling her eyes, “Chinese? Really?”

“What? You expect a psycho like me to know how to cook?” He cackled handing her a fork and container. “Please darling, my talents lie somewhere else.”

“Killing people?” She glared heavily at him.

“Sweetheart, it takes a lot to pull a trigger. Courage, strength. Coming up with plans! That takes cunning, clever, that’s why I.” He puts his hand to his chest. “Am the boss of this little gang of ours.”

(Y/N) poked at the noodles in her box before cautiously taking a bite. “I don’t think that’s true. Looks to me, Galavan is the one calling all of the shots. You just have the illusion of control. How does that feel? Wanting all the control? Feeling like you have it all, only to realize you have none?” She intended for her words to cut, make him think, hurt him in some way.

It stirred some reaction in him. Jerome’s fists clenched around his fork, closing his eyes tightly trying not to think about what she was saying.

“You’re just a boy!” She jabs at him. “Thinking you’re so high and mighty! You want to rule above those who defy you. But in reality, you’re just a scared little boy cowering from those who threaten you because you’re afraid that they’re just going to hit you down and down again like your mother did. Then you’ll realize you’re just as pathetic as she thought you were.” (Y/N) didn’t know where all this was coming from. She’d always been a fairly peaceful person, never one to start fights. But she just wanted to hurt him, make him feel something. Relinquish the power he thought he had over her. The words about his mom just came from what she read in the newspaper after her murder. She hoped those would cut the deepest.

A sharp pain connected with the left side of her face, her body thrown to one side, chow mein noodles spilling across the rug. A pair of hands wrapped tightly around her throat, cutting off her air. The room started to spin. Little black dots danced at the edge of her vision.

“How dare you!” Jerome spat down at (Y/N). “Are you trying to shrink me? Get inside my head.” His grip tightened. (Y/N)’s hands coming up around his trying to get them to loosen in any way.

“P-please.” She barely managed to squeak out. She wanted a reaction but not this, she hadn’t intended for this. Her vision started to cloud in. A ringing started to sound in her ears mixing in with the thundering drum of her heart. “I-I’m,” she tried to cough. “Sorry.” She got out before the room spun and the world collapsed on itself.

(Don’t worry, that’s not her dying! Just me being dramatic! Tell me your thoughts! Thanks for reading! If you have any requests, just let me know!) 



When fate is involved, can Emma and Killian change their destiny so their love transcends time and space to give them their happy ending? 

Chapter 8

Chapters 1 - epilogue, are on AO3 and on Fan Fiction

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Words - ~6100  Rating - T

Killian (2012)

Killian arrived at the docks earlier than usual one morning in October to see what kind of mess his ship had procured from the little demon whose birthday they had been privy to host the day before.  Walking across the gangplank, he could already see problems and once he was actually standing on the deck, he was sorely tempted to turn around and hire someone to clean the untidiness that was visible.  There was chocolate frosting, at least he hoped it was chocolate frosting, smeared on the railing, and on the rigging.  Noticing that Rumple was licking something off of the deck, Killian leaned over for a better look and realized it was vanilla cake crumbs ground in between the tightly placed planks, but that wasn’t the worst damage.  No, that was left to the sail, the spinnaker to be exact.  Someone had spilled a drink, a red drink, on his pristine white cloth!   "Bloody hell, how do I get that clean?“

Pulling out his smartphone and googling "how to clean red dye out of sails” the search gave him a list of items needed.  A bucket and brush were no problem but he required vinegar and something called Woolite.  Googling Woolite, solved that mystery, and he was ready to go shopping, but then remembered he had the dog, and stores and Rumple, were not a good mix.  “Well boy, you’re going to have to stay here and guard the ship.” Thinking that was settled, he locked up and walked up the dock, hoping he could purchase his items at the small market close to the Bayside Marketplace.

Finding the vinegar proved to be much easier than finding the Woolite and by the time he found a market that carried it, he had been gone almost two hours.  Feeling pretty good about his finds he walked onto the ship, expecting to see only the problems that were there before he left and not the disaster that he faced.    Before he even got back on board he saw the anchor sitting on the dock, the mainsail was unfurled and flapping in the wind and once he stepped back on the ship, well a maze of rope ran from bow to stern and in the middle sat Rumple.  He was wagging his tail with his mouth hanging open, tongue hanging out, and a very pleased look on his face.   Killian put his hands on his hips and looked at the dog, “Rumple, bad form, mate.  Very bad form.”

Once he got closer to him, he saw the real reason that he was so happy to welcome his master back and it wasn’t to show off his decorations, it was that he had managed to wind the rope around himself so many times, he couldn’t break free.   Killian crouched down close to him and started undoing the knots.   As the knots were loosened, Rumple’s excitement became more apparent and he could no longer contain himself from showing his gratitude to his master with well-placed kisses all over Killian’s face.  “Rumple!  Stop! Keep your tongue to yourself.”  He couldn’t be calmed though and doing his best to keep his face away from the dog, Killian was finally able to get him free, and begin the chore of tidying.

After Rumple’s issues were taken care of, Killian made the mixture and concentrated on removing the red dye from his sail.  Thinking the mixture was a bloody magic potion, the sails were quickly set to rights and drying in the warm winds.  Before long the railings were wiped down and sparkled in the sun and he was just left with the remains of the cake in the tight space between the boards of the deck. Not having any success with the broom, he ended up having to use a small brush, and from a position on his knees, slowly, sweep the pieces into a pan.  "Bloody demons!  Barbarians!  Hellions!   Little devils!  Miscreants!"  On and on his tirade continued until he heard, a voice calling his name.

"Little brother, is there a reason your anchor is sitting on the dock?”

Killian rolled his eyes at the interruption as well as his brother’s ability to annoy him with just two words and standing, walked over to the starboard side to see Liam looking at the anchor laying on the dock, “that’s younger brother and you can blame Rumple.  Seems he was a bit disgruntled that I left him behind earlier.“

Shaking his head over the anchor, Liam walked onto the ship and looked around at how neat the area was, "Is there an inspection?”

“Stop being an arse, Liam, you know there is no such thing.”

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