MY03 GT1 by Cullen

anonymous asked:

Hello! Yes, this is quite random, but Jin's crooked fingers are adorable and need more love, goodbye!

they aren’t crooked fingers, it’s a medical condition called hypermobility syndrome or swan neck deformity which causes his joints to move beyond the ‘normal’ range

that’s why we’ll see him wearing braces because it could actually become painful sometimes

but yes, give him lots of love


Ragnar and Ivar Appreciation post. (None of these gifs are mine, found them all on weheartit, give me a shout if you want crediting)

I needed more Daddy/Son screen time. They made me emotional. They still do. Infinitely more than Ivar and Aslaug. 

They also made me have extremely disturbing thoughts.

Also; I’ve just become suddenly and weirdly attracted to Ivar’s neck in the first gif


Someday I will stop talking about these two dresses. Today is not that day.

Grace Kelly’s wedding dress (designed by Helen Rose, two-time Oscar-winning costume designer) is a masterpiece. Rich materials, exquisitely tailored. Part of what makes this gown so appealing, though, is its proportions. The cummerbund extends from the waist to the underbust, which gives visual lift to the bust. The bodice is essentially three different sections—the cummerbund (solid), the bust (lace over solid), and the upper chest/shoulders (lace alone). Each section is roughly the same size, meaning the rule of thirds has been applied. Everything is well-balanced visually.

Another important thing to remember is that women in the 50s generally wore different undergarments than women today. Kelly was most likely wearing a girdle, which helped shape that slim waist, and the skirt had a significant crinoline and probably had hip padding as well to achieve that silhouette.

Kelly’s dress was produced by a team of 36 seamstresses in six weeks. Despite the close fit of the lace bodice, seams are virtually impossible to find. Hiding seams in lace is not an impossible task but it is time-consuming; it involves overlapping lace appliqué on the seams. The swan neck is also perfect, flowing without wrinkles over her collarbones and laying flat against her neck. No matter how she holds her arms, there is no strain on the bodice.

And then we get to JMo’s cosplay version. 

The proportions are off. The cummerbund doesn’t come up high enough. The result is the illusion of a low bust. There’s also no excuse for the bottom edge to be flipping up like that. She isn’t wearing a girdle (which, I can’t really blame her) and also has little or no hip padding, so the dress as a very flat silhouette. The skirt pleats are weirdly off-center, but the line of buttons is not (how is that even possible?). With her arms out on either side, the bodice is straining across the upper chest. The swan neck isn’t flush like it’s supposed to be and the lace edge isn’t even symmetrical. It’s closer to the buttons on one side than the other. An attempt was made to mirror the lace across the placket but the sides are off by enough to make it look weird.

And those seams are visible from space.

Sure, this is a recognizable copy, but in the same way that Yo-Yo Ma and your eleven-year-old nephew both play the cello. At this stage, I’m forced to assume that the costume department had two days and one fitting with JMo, or that they’re actively trolling everyone with this thing.

rising/ascendant + appearance
  • Aries: Average height, lean yet enduring body, sharp and angular features, prominent and arched eyebrows, broad forehead, pointed chin
  • Examples: Rihanna, Cara Delevingne
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  • Taurus: Below average height, dark hair, round face and neck, dark and reflective eyes, delicate bone structure, round-shaped or turned up nose, full lips
  • Examples: Lana Del Rey, Phoebe Tonkin
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  • Gemini: Thin or medium built, often tall, long arms and hands, oval face, high forehead, sparkling and intelligent eyes, separated front teeth, dark and long eyelashes, pointed jawline, well shaped forehead
  • Examples: Amy Winehouse, Lady Gaga
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  • Cancer: Medium height, soft features, round face, high cheekbones, thin hair, prominent eyebrows, small nose, plump lips, soft skin, long limbs
  • Examples: Angelina Jolie, Sharon Tate
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  • Leo: Average or above average height, rectangular head, wide forehead, broad shoulders, thick eyebrows, thick and fine hair, keen and almond shaped eyes
  • Examples: Taylor Swift, Beyoncé Knowles
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  • Virgo: Thin body, heart-shaped face, clear eyes, bright cheeks, down-pointing nose, well-shaped and modest lips, dimples
  • Examples: Ariana Grande, Emma Watson
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  • Libra: Heart-shaped or oval face, light and almond shaped eyes, refined nose, rounded chin, soft and smooth skin, swan-like neck
  • Examples: Hayley Williams, Britney Spears
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  • Scorpio: Rectangular head, wide shoulders, magnetic eyes, well defined lips, prominent cheekbones and nose, often brown and thick hair
  • Examples: Katy Perry, Keira Knightley
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  • Sagittarius: Sporty and athletic body, often very tall, broad forehead, sparkling eyes, large teeth, wide smile, full lips
  • Examples: Lily Collins, Cheryl Cole
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  • Capricorn: Small to average height, slender body, sharp features, serious eyes, straight nose, long neck, often short hair
  • Examples: Naomi Campbell, Megan Fox
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  • Aquarius: Slightly curved eyebrows, big and light-colored eyes, nicely-shaped teeth, wavy and glossy hair, height varies from average to tall
  • Examples: Marina Diamandis, Amanda Seyfried
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  • Pisces: Below average height, round face, large and round eyes, small teeth, short limbs, fine hair, slightly curvy
  • Examples: Hannah Murray, Vanessa Hudgens
Medical Astrology

❝   Medical astrology (traditionally known as iatromathematics) is an ancient medical system that associates various parts of the body, diseases, and drugs as under the influence of the sun, moon, and planets, along with the twelve astrological signs. ❞

Medical Astrology has been practiced for centuries over centuries and still remains in practice to this day - although it became much humbler as modern medicine evolved and astrology transformed into something wildly interpreted as “humbug”. Even some of those who study astrology still seem to have a false understanding of what exactly medical astrology is and therefore don’t believe in it themselves.

So to clear up any possible misconceptions before I start: Medical Astrology is NOT the stars telling you that you’re going to have a specific condition because one of your placements suggests it. As with most other things, there’s a lot that comes into play: Other placements, on one hand, but especially, and I really want to stress this, things like how you treat your body, accidents that you may get into, DNA, … you get the drift.

I already mentioned it, but medical astrology only SUGGESTS higher risks for specific ailments. It does NOT predict them. (Transits, however, CAN - but even they don’t promise for you to get the disease or whatever ailment is supposed to happen. This is another topic, though.)

Having said that, I will make another post for very specific conditions, for this one I’ll only talk about some general things like what signs/houses/planets rule what body part and what role everything plays. Also, I do NOT take responsibility for what you do with this information. I’m not trying to scare anyone, I’m just passing on some of my knowledge.


  • Aries/1st House: rules head, face (and everything in it), brain, hair, vision
  • Taurus/2nd House: rules throat, voice/vocal cords/tract, neck, thyroid, weight
  • Gemini/3rd House: rules hands, arms, nerve system, shoulders, lungs, brain
  • Cancer/4th House: rules alimentary canal, breasts/chest, stomach
  • Leo/5th House: rules heart, chest, upper back, spinal column, spine
  • Virgo/6th House: rules intestines, nervous system, digestive system, spleen
  • Libra/7th House: rules skin, lumbar region, kidneys, buttocks, lower back
  • Scorpio/8th House: rules genitalia, bowels, reproductive & excretory system
  • Sagittarius/9th House: rules thighs, hips, sciatic nerve, liver
  • Capricorn/10th House: rules skeletal system, knees, joints
  • Aquarius/11th House: rules calves, ankles, circulatory system
  • Pisces/12th House: rules feet, toes, adipose tissue, lymphatic system


  • Sun: general vitality, spine, heart
  • Moon: digestive & lymphatic system, stomach, female organs
  • Mercury: central nervous system, hands, brain
  • Venus: throat, kidneys, ovaries
  • Mars: muscles, head, adrenal glands
  • Jupiter: growth, pituaitary gland, liver
  • Saturn: skin, hair, bones, teeth, immune system, spleen
  • Uranus: neural activity, aura, parathyroid gland
  • Neptune: pineal gland
  • Pluto: metabolism, pancreas

Now we know what the involved parts represent, but not why and how that is. So to use medical astrology properly we have to make the connections between these aspects (hint: aspects can play a role too, but one usually puts more emphasis on houses/signs + planets) and know about some common themes:

  • SATURN suggests struggles & weakness in the assigned body part(s) of the sign/house he resides in.
    • e.g.: Saturn in Gemini and 5th suggests trouble with breathing properly (in extreme cases ailments like asthma) and back problems
  • URANUS often makes for “abnormalities” or strange/unusual conditions.
    • e.g.: Uranus in Taurus and 3rd can indicate rapidly changing weight and somewhat differently formed fingers (in extreme cases things like swan neck fingers)
  • STELLIA can cause trouble due to the excessive amount of energy bundled in (a) certain body part(s).
    • e.g.: An Aries (head/brain) stellium can make for strong or chronical headaches
  • EXTREME DOMINANCE works like a stellium as long as the dominance is very prominent.
  • CHALLENGING ASPECTS can lead to trouble as well -  one has to look at the planets involved and the houses/signs they’re in for this one to know more.
    • e.g.: A VERY afflicted/”damaged” sun in the 6th might in extreme cases indicate a heightened potential to suffer of a heart attack.

      I of course didn’t cover every theme, every aspect, everything that is important, but with your new-earned knowledge you should have a solid and basic foundation with which you should be able to work. As I already said, I’ll make a separate post with very specific ailments which I will also describe (the why and how) that I will then link in this one.

      As Medical Astrology is its own branch of astrology and therefore gets more and more complex the more you dive into it, my ask box is always open if you should need clarification or help with interpreting something.

      Where I Lay my Head

      So Killian’s voice in ‘Sleeping Arrangements’ has taken on tentacles and consumed me. Here’s a little piece to tide you over.

      Me: Honeymoon fluff!

      Reality: Not even close.

      She clings tight to him when its over, when she’s back from that wretched fairy’s hellhole and in his arms, and has seen her parents and son safe.

      She clings tight to him and he does to her because she was in his bloody arms when the curse hit and then she wasn’t and he needs to feel her against him to breathe.

      So really, at first he doesn’t think anything of it.

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      You have terrible handwriting

      Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts

      Newt x reader



      Originally posted by forever-proud-nerd

      Meandering into the great hall, you were greeted with a sea of giggling girls and apprehensive looking boys, clutching envelopes, ranging in colours from, red to pink to delicately decorated, to plain white. A little confused you made your way to your table, plopping yourself down, and grabbing a slice of toast as the rack floated by, adding a generous spread of marmalade.

      You were just about to bite into the delicious breakfast, when an owl dropped a piece of parchment on your plate. That was odd, you had already written to your parents this week.

      Beginning to panic, you hurriedly picked up the letter, only for your worry to ebb away as you realised that the parchment was folded extremely neatly, into the shape of a swan.

      On the swans neck in cramped handwriting, was written, ‘open me, please.’ Still utterly bewildered, you had drawn the attention of a handful of younger girls. It seemed a shame to spoil such a lovely piece of craftsmanship, nevertheless you did as the swan asked, and began to unfurl it with cautious fingers.

      you recognised that spidery handwriting, the owner of it sat next to you in potions, a faint smile tugging at your lips at the thought of newt spending hours poring over this piece of parchment. Your smile only grew wider as you read,  the beautiful words.

      You were positively beaming as you searched the hufflepuff table, looking for a particular mess of auburn curls.

      You couldn’t find that curly mop anywhere in the great hall. Disappointment filled your chest, as you checked your watch, there wasn’t time to look for him elsewhere, as you hurried your way to charms.

      Words from the beautiful letter floating through your mind, as you impatiently drummed your fingers on the desk, the clock seemingly standing still, as you waited for your potions class, at the end of the school day.

      Eventually potions came around. As you headed down to the chilled dungeons, nerves began to build in your stomach. The beautiful letter, might not have even been from newt, after all the person hadn’t signed their name, you only had the handwriting to go on. Could it possibly be that your besotted brain was playing tricks on you?

      You warily made your way to your stool beside newt , taking several deep calming breaths. “Are you alright? You look a bit pale’ his brow furrowed with concern, ‘I’m alright, just a long day.’ You reassured him, as the professor began the lesson. You however were far more interested in the handwriting of the boy by your side.

      Butterflies began to flutter in your stomach, as you checked the curve of each and every letter that he scribbled down. Newt must have felt your starring, as he looked up from his work, a slight smile at the corner of his full lips. A twinkle in his eyes, as he saw your own giddy smile.

      “you have terrible handwriting you know.’ You teased a little flirtatiously, “not so bad that you couldn’t read my letter. I hope you liked the swan.’ He teased back. Both of your smiles wider than they had been before, as newt’s cheeks flushed.

      You gently placed your hand on his, where it sat on your shared desk, before he intertwined your fingers together.


      Have a great day and be safe

      We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (1/2)

      Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

      This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!

      Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and FF.net

      There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.

      When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.

      But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.

      They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.

      Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.

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      I imagine the sex.
      The rattle of it,
      the sharpness,
      their tongues,
      His & Hers,
      matching towels,
      coffee mugs,
      hipbones aligned
      into planetary
      miracles. Mouth
      seams full of light,
      joints aching,
      heavy with it,
      curving their bodies
      like swans necks,
      his fingers, before,
      the same fingers,
      on a different body,
      not mine,
      less bulbous
      and hesitant,
      not mine,
      open as a subway
      station, eating
      skin on skin on skin,
      not mine,
      like handprints
      on foggy windows,
      pressing her
      into every shadow,
      the same fingers, before,
      pulling her throat strings,
      swallowing her
      into litanies of
      greedy prayers, before,
      not mine, before,
      the grime of them,
      furious with it,
      —  Azra.T “Fuck You” 

      listen to me, daughter
      there will be four types of boys
      you will come across that will
      sting your heartbeat:

      I. he will only reek of you in the
      moonlight, and shamelessly wash
      you off in the morning. he will
      come as a prophet
      preaching his ways with
      a mouth seamlessly full
      of light curving his body
      into the sides of your
      hipbones like swans bend
      their necks. he will conjoin his
      knuckles into the palms of your
      hands while shoving his teeth
      down your throat trying to savor
      you. a beast that will try to pry
      your thighs wide to fit his anatomy
      in between. he will have hopes of
      harvesting the honey out of you.
      tell him, there was no sweetness
      left for him. do not sell the raw
      honey stored in the beehives
      of your womb.

      II. the one in which his suit will
      be perfectly pressed
      and you are obsessed with
      his ability to relax with you in
      coffee-stained pajamas
      shamelessly eating ice cream
      on the couch. he will be rough
      skinned that makes the sweetness
      have the ability to prosper in his
      vacancy. but you will not touch the
      fireworks lightning your tongue.
      for the kisses stampeded into your
      delicate cheeks will not taste
      as genuine as your mothers.

      III. then there is the one that
      feels like he’s cracking your
      heart like he does a pomegranate
      with his bare hands.
      he will be the left over particles
      of fruit beneath your finger nails.
      the sugar stains smeared all over
      your lips. he will be the
      only mercy you will pray
      for in a beautiful war.
      though he will have blood
      on his hands too many times
      that I will constantly warn you
      about the heartbreaker ready
      to stick daggers into you like

      IV. this one will be different
      you will see him and his brown
      eyes will hit your body like a
      season the one that touches your
      skin as if you are spun gold.
      his voice alone will shake you
      it will be the echo that carves
      flowers in the spineless.
      he will have plucked every poem
      that has ever touched your lips
      and write new lines of poetry
      into the roots of you
      into the breath of the parts where
      colorful wings roam
      a place where your wild
      runs free.

      —  Excerpt #223
      Extraordinary- SQ ficlet

      Asked by NayasDimples via twitter 

      Okay so it’s a few days after Emma gets married and Regina is out and gets drunk really drunk and the barman calls Emma to come pick her up and when Emma goes there  Regina refuses to leave. And it’s like karaoke night at the bar or something and Regina gets up and sings “Extraordinary” by Idina Menzel to Emma 

      A03 Version. Comments are always appreciated!

      The warm lights that bathed the bar reflected against the half-empty glass and Regina stared at it as she eyed the sloshing liquid inside, the sound of conversations around her somewhat muted by the buzzing feeling of the alcohol she had already consumed that now cursed through her body. Her left hand was prone in Aesop’s counter and beneath her fingers she could feel the glossed surface of the wooden board as she pressed her fingertips against it, her knuckles turning white in her attempt to feel something else apart from the numbness she had tried so hard to achieve ever since she had entered in the newly open bar.

      Aesop himself had been stealing glances in her direction ever since she had entered and now that the smell of alcohol and sweat had already clouded her mind long enough for the former queen to warm her body, Regina let herself look back at him, dark tresses framing her tired-rimmed eyes. At her back, behind the stool she had grabbed the second she had entered in the bar, all cold glares and purple despair, the voices had quieted down even more but she didn’t let that stop her as she finished off her drink, nodding to Aesop when the man made eye contact with her, a nervous look dancing on his eyes.

      “So this is where you are.” Came a voice at her back, all soft vowels and dragging consonants. Regina could feel her back growing stiff as she felt, rather than saw, a body moving closer to her until a shadow took a second stool, seating at her right in where her wandering, traitorous eyes, could make a red hue made out of leather and blonde curls that hadn’t seen the light for the longest of times. “Aesop was starting to worry.”

      Regina didn’t bother to look back at the man, merely shrugging the words off as she pressed her lips together, eyes narrowed as the tall man scurried away not before leaving a glass of water in front of both her and her new companion. “He shouldn’t have.” She replied, wincing inwardly as she realized how loose her tongue felt and the slightly slurred words that came out of her mouth. However, she squared her shoulders and turned fully to the woman at her right, raising her chin as high as she could while using the edge of the counter to steady herself, glass forgotten. “I’m perfectly okay.”

      Emma stared at her skeptically, the sheriff badge she wore winking at Regina as the former queen focused on the small rectangle in where the woman’s name was displayed. “Are you on duty?” She found herself asking, closing her eyes as they fell into the woman’s right hand, resting atop of the counter in where two rings circled her finger.

      Emma sighed and nodded before grabbing the glass of water and pushing it towards Regina’s direction, not really saying anything about it but her question clear on the way she bit down her bottom lip. “I wanted to stay around for a couple of days before…”

      “The honeymoon.” Regina finished for her, her eyes burning as she tilted her head, listening to the song that had started to play through the bar’s speakers, declining the water glass. At her side Emma smiled sadly a crooked smile that had become her signature and nodded, apparently missing the song.

      “The honeymoon.” She confirmed, swallowing the water herself in one big gulp. Regina found herself smiling slightly as she briefly caught the woman’s puffed cheeks before she swallowed down the liquid. “We still haven’t decided…”

      Regina could feel one single tendril of her magic escape through her fingers, circling around her wrist in where it sparkled before dissolving into thin air as the second verse of the song started to play.

      I still have your number memorized

      “You didn’t come to tell me about your plans.” She found herself saying, the way her voice dropped at the end enough sign that it wasn’t really a question but an affirmation Emma nodded at, suddenly looking ashamed as the conversation around the two of them slowly picked up strength at volume as minutes passed. Regina found herself wishing for another glass of liquor and numbness.

      “I came to carry you home.” Came the reply and Regina laughed mirthlessly at it, swallowing down her words at the thought of a younger figure looking at her on her mind’s eye.

      “And then what?” She asked, touching her upper teeth with her tongue as she saw the sudden guarded look Emma directed at her, resolution quickly disappearing on her stance, replaced by sadness.


      “He is already asleep and protected with a spell. I would never leave our son alone without a contention plan.” The former queen replied, turning away from the woman and looking towards the right side of the bar in where a few drunkards had started murmuring offkey the words of the lyrics. Aesop was nowhere to be found and Regina let her head fall, alcohol still clouding her mind enough for her to start whispering the words of the song, not really thinking about anything by it until she felt Emma’s hand touching her shoulder carefully, almost fearful, as if she was made by glass. “Why are you here?” She asked and this time there wasn’t any doubt on her words, just sadness.


      Regina stood, not letting Emma keep talking, not really wanting to hear anything else.

      And you might be married

      And you might have moved on

      But I have to ask before my nerve is gone

      The words came to her easily, far too easily and for a moment she wondered if Aesop himself had anything to do with how the words came to her mouth, falling from her lips as she softly singed, leaving the counter and Emma a few feet behind. Swallowing down her nerves and tasting the alcohol that had dried on her lips the former queen turned, her fingers leaving behind a cloud of magic that fell to her feet. The ones around the two of them stared openly now at both her and the savior who was looking at her with one hand on the counter, the other at her hip in where the smallest glint of magic could also be seen, answering to Regina’s call.

      Cause I always wonder

      If we could’ve have been something

      Broken, quick, jarred.

      The sight of magic pained Regina as much as it did looking at an Emma that seemed to be the shadow of what her memories conveyed every time she thought about the stranger turned into a savior, turned into something else Regina could no longer recognize. The sight of the badge and the leather jacket made the pain only worse and for a second Regina let her mind wander to where she had thought for them to be anything else, anything more, than just mere friends.

      Emma, however, stood after a few more seconds, seemingly unable to stand still as she eyed the ones that were now listening to Regina as the older woman approached to the ones who kept chanting the chorus, offkey as they did but still truthful enough for Regina to feel her insides twist and burn as she raised her voice, just a tad, just enough for her to want to close her eyes to the sight of the rings she could feel burning her mind. Just like they had been doing ever since the wedding in where she had muttered the vows alongside Emma, vows she had helped Emma to create the night before, every punctuation and shudder one of her own.

      I still remember how you looked at me

      You took me in like there was no where else you’d rather be

      And you made me feel beautiful

      “I think is time to go.” Emma spoke, voice trembling, lips pale and eyes misty. Regina approached and let out a sigh, raising her right hand and stopping close enough for her fingertips to graze the blonde’s skin. She knew that she could blame everything to the alcohol, that she could merely stop but she found herself not caring anymore and so she turned her head, muttering one more line as Emma grabbed her by the elbow and slowly but firmly led her outside the bar, not turning once to look at Aesop, the barman back from where he had go, a grave shadow on his eyes.

      I never forgot the way you kiss me

      I never forgot the way you touched me

      And once I thought I heard you say

      You love me

      The cold night breeze hit her the second the door of the bar was closed at her back and Regina felt the words of the song disappear from her mind, as if they had never been there. The sadness, however, remained and for a moment she felt Emma’s body tremble in a silent sigh as she moved towards the parked yellow bug, lights still on inside. The pavement was glistening due to the rain that had been falling the entire day but the sky was clear when Regina looked towards it and for a second she tilted her head, wondering if she had truly heard Emma mutter those words back when she had fought against her instincts, against her fears, against everything to not admit those words herself, write them down on the back of those hands that now never touched hers in fear of something else she didn’t know what could be anymore. She looked at Emma, the woman’s profile painted in silver and yellow. She then halted, her skin feeling on fire as she did so.

      “You did that, didn’t you? You said that once.”

      She heard Emma’s laugh but didn’t really saw any happiness on the woman’s eyes as she turned to look at her, hands falling to her sides, chest heaving as she shook her head, hair falling, obscuring everything else but her lips as she bit them hard enough to leave an imprint Regina was able to see, her own hands itching to graze that flesh.

      “You said it. Once. To me” A plead, a question, an answer.

      For a moment Emma stood in front of her, silent, too silent, but then she nodded, her voice soft and fragile as she answered, tears threatening to fall just like they had done back when she had stabbed the darkness with the dagger, muscles coiled into tight cords at both sides of her neck, magic gleaming through her skin, energy sparkling as she rose her hands, running them down her tresses.

      “I did.”

      I never told you

      That you’ve been the one thing I have wanted all this time

      And do you ever think of me

      And have you wondered could we be

      Something extraordinary

      “You did.”

      Fic: How Lucky We Are (11/?) (M)

      Author’s note: Trying again.

      Also posted: FF.net / AO3

      Chapter 11

      He adjusted their course by a notch; they needed to head slightly west to find the fairies’ sacred place. It was quiet, late; everyone else was asleep. Killian didn’t like leaving Emma alone in their quarters, but someone needed to take the night watch. At least for a few hours. He would be a shoddy captain indeed if he allowed his now reduced crew to do all the work. That was no way to lead.

      It had absolutely nothing to do with his future royal family joining them on this mission. Nothing at all.

      On one level, he understood. They had as much of a stake in Emma’s future as he did. Uneasy beginning notwithstanding, Killian was coming to respect them. The king and queen clearly cared about their people and their daughter. If they were willing to give him a chance, then he could do the same for them.

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      At the altar with the Enemy (pt. 2)


      Special mention to @itsmhayward​, @fantasticnewtimagines​ 

      Summary: You and Newt Scamander are taking the big step and against everybody’s opinion you two are getting married. And the day has come at last...

      “Hurry up, Daisy, we’re not waiting for the Emperor of China climb up his horse and come all the way up'ere. You’re a squib, not a crippled, Merlin’s beard!”
      “The trays are too heavy, Mrs. Pattmore!” Daisy huffed upset, “If Alfred could stop looking at that american Lady Queenie and come give me hand…”  
      Alfred’s eyes almost popped out of place, “I’m not-”
      “Bloody hell, you better move those feet. You may have worked at the Ritz, young man, but right now Lady Y/N needs us for her big day, so…” she pointed at the trays full of biscuits and mini tarts, and as a soldier to his general, Alfred took them fast and disappeared from the kitchen with cheeks burning red.
      Mrs. Huges came down the stairs, her wand in hand. She dodged a small house elf when a maid squealed and tripped, a big tower of porcelain dishes she was carrying fell freely to the ground causing a loud scandal. Mrs. Huges swhished a quick ‘reparo’ and the plates came from shattered pieces to their whole state.
      “Be careful next time, child” she scolded with a stern look and went back to business.

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