Rumple has once again played Regina. He manipulated her to release him and kill Emma’s wish!realm parents. He told her that Emma became the savior because of her; to defeat her (”show her your inner darkness and the savior will be reborn!”.
He was wrong. Well, half-wrong.
As we saw, Emma woke up not when Regina was threatening her family, but when Regina was in danger.
Emma really did become the savior because of Regina, but not to defeat her, but to save her. Regina cast the curse to finally get her Happy Ending, yet she never did. Emma became to savior to get Regina her Happy Ending and thus break the Curse.
Olive Schreiner (1855-1920) was a
South African author and activist, best remembered for her novels which explore
important issues of the day, and offer progressive views towards their
resolution. Her most famous work is Story
of an African Farm, which deals with controversial aspects such as religion
and the treatment of women in society.
Other important works
include Woman and Labour, with themes
of socialism and gender equality, or From
Man to Man, which extends to also include a condemnation of racism along
with sexism. In 1907 she became the vice-president of the Women’s Enfranchisement
League in Cape Town, but refused to continue working for them when other
branches of the organization tried to exclude black women from the suffrage
literally summer of 2007 when carly rae jepsen got voted off of canadian idol i, a lifelong canadian idol fan, stopped watching from that point forward, because i could not fathom that a person of such talent would be voted off, and then years later i was validated in the extreme when call me maybe became the song of the damn decade, and THEN it became a meme to make fun of her and call her a struggle artist and a one-hit wonder and there is DOCUMENTED EVIDENCE in a podcast i made with ian in like? summer 2014 where i say that what carly rae jepsen needs to do next is find her niche in the marketplace and hunker down and just make really solid niche pop music, and the next year she released e-mo-tion, and i was validated AGAIN as she ascended and became THE reigning critical darling pop queen
Alright, back from watching Beauty and the Beast and
not to point fingers at Emma Watson who is also pretty but the real beauty in that movie was most def Plumette when she became human again, like holy fuck, I mean Jesus Christ, Gugu Mbatha-Raw is really, really, really gorgeous, I’m not saying anything Disney but yes I am - why the fuck wasn’t she cast as Belle?!
There’s a transgender police officer in my town. I knew her before she officially became ‘her’.
Her kids are catching some grief over the public change but MY GOODNESS do I L O V E this woman.
I’m sad that other kids are terrible and have decided to bully her children, terribly sad, but I just adore her. She came in today and I helped her and she’s radiant and vibrant and I wanted to hug her. In a world-and very small Bible Belt town-where it can be so difficult to be yourself and simultaneously be accepted-I’m damn proud to know her.
so much chansaw… I love it! (This ones a bit long, I just really liked the prompt :P)
Veronica Sawyer has been best friends with Martha Dunnstock since she was a child. She grew up on stories of love at first sight and fairytales. She still believed in the former, but more so the two people had to truly meet before they could have that connection. That must be why Veronica became head over heels with the red-clad Heather the day she encountered her in the bathroom.
It was like all those stories Martha had read to her. She felt her heart beat out of her chest and she became weak in the knees. Gray eyes captivated her own brown ones and she couldn’t look away. And when Heather touched her, she felt sparks of electricity run between them, hoping that the other girl could perhaps feel them as well. Heather told her she would make her beautiful, and of course Veronica said yes.
What else could she say? She was infatuated with the other girl, but dared not say anything because love at first sight was just a fairytale for most people.
Heather Chandler did not believe in love at first sight. She did not believe in fairytales as she was raised in a strict home, even though her parents were rarely around, she was always made sure to not believe in silly fairy tales. However, as she saw Veronica Sawyer clad in her new outfit, makeup, and with her hair styled, her heart skipped a beat.
Heather knew it was foolish to have a thought of the two of them together, doing couple like things, to even grace her mind. It was foolish for her to make sure Veronica was always next to her with whatever they were doing. It was foolish of her to notice the little things about the brunette, like how when she laughs her whole body shakes, or when she’s writing sometimes her handwriting slips into that of someone else’s and she has to start over.
Overall, Heather Chandler knew it was foolish to fall in love with a girl within a week of knowing her. But that didn’t stop her heart from skipping a beat anytime Veronica smiled or looked at her like she was the brightest star in the sky.
Veronica Sawyer loved Heather Chandler at the exact same time Heather Chandler loved Veronica Sawyer, and perhaps one day they would tell one another.
Send me a Heathers prompt with your ship and I’ll write a short one shot for you!
(gargoyle anon) I hc that Lizzy was a lot more normal and gentle before, but after Ciel came back she became more and more pushy because you have to be in order to get that lazy brat to do anything. Like, she was still a sweet girly girl but she was a lot more easygoing but had to changed to keep Ciel to go out and have fun.
I actually share the same hc! I think a part of her was always optimistic and sweet, but she really forced herself to become overly outgoing and “peppy” to get Ciel not to spend all his time moping.
i had this friend. loud, vivacious, and brimming with energy and colour. her sun-bright smile drew others to her like moths to flame; and yet she could always pick me out from the crowd effortlessly. i wondered how she did that, why she’d pick me over many.
she was the kind of person you could never look away from for long, but i saw her better from my peripherals. when she lifted her chin, her face would become awash with glowing light; and then she’d laugh about her pale skin, and the ruddy cheeks and dark freckles would appear again, as if they’d momentarily blanked out. when she grew protective, her blue eyes would spark dangerously and burn white; and then she’d blink, and the glint of her glasses would stand in with explanation.
but i saw her best from the back. when she’d run, her fire-bright curls would flare out behind her like wings.
as flighty as she was, she always came back to me. i wondered why.
she told me, once.
one day, before class had started, when i was in the middle of falling asleep in the sunbeam warming my desk, she turned around in her seat to talk to me. she spoke with her whole body, from her waving hands to her bouncing shoulders.
then she petered off, and settled into stillness. watchfulness. despite all the eyes on her, she only saw me.
“hey,” she said. “could you look at me for a sec?”
and when i lifted my head to look at her straight on, she smiled as if she’d found the answer.
“look at that,” she murmured. “your eyes have halos in them too.”