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how have you been?

#if I ever don’t reblog this when it comes across my dash in December please send someone to check on me #LOL

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#AO3 #hehehe

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You know what? I believe that you can finish your writing project. I believe you can update your fic. I believe you can work on your WIP. I don't care if you think it's cringy or bad. I don't care if we've never met or interacted in our whole lives. I believe in you. Keep going - you've got this.

#brb going to tattoo this on my brain #writing is hard #what year is it?

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BREAKING NEWS: Writer discovers for the millionth time that they can write whatever they want. Join us now to see if the lesson will stick.

#LOL

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As a final goodbye, Blue Sky Studios came together and gave Scrat a send off on their own terms.

He finally got his nut.

#ice age 3 dawn of the dinosaurs #ice age #scrat #happy tears

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i want to be like her when i grow up

#derry girls #spoilers #sister michael #lol #indeed

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Me, in the early days of this blog: …IDK, blocking people seems a little extreme. Do they really deserve a full on block? Me, now, years into this nonsense:

#lol #indeed

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Did I miss your birthday?! AHHHH! Happy birthday, my love!

Thank you! I’m always happy to make my birthday celebrations stretch out for the whole month of October, LOL.

#lovely shipmates

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*Leaves basket of birthday muffins at your door*

OM NOM NOM. Thank you so much, dear Anon!

#lovely shipmates

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Sorry I'm so late, but happy birthday! Hope you had a fabulous day and are doing well! Lots of love to you, my dear!

Thank you so much! Please don’t apologise for being late, anyone who knows me in real life knows that I’m only too happy to celebrate my birthday for the whole month of October, ha ha!

#lovely shipmates

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Happy Birthday my dear friend !!! 💐🌷🍰💋🎊🎶🎁🎉🌺🏵️🏵️🌸✨💌🍹🍷🍾🍾🎀💓💗🧁🧁🥧🎇💖💖🎆😘🥳🥰

Thank you, you absolute darling. ❤️😘

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Killian happy to see Emma

Dedicated to @msgenevieve447

#talented shipmates #lovely shipmates #this is gorgeous #bless you #OTP is glorious

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Emma (2020) meets Clueless (1995).

#emma 2020 #hilarious #clueless

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“Okay, I think we should just move on.”  “The hairdresser certainly did.” DERRY GIRLS (2018– )

#father peter #sister michael #derry girls #I love this show

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366 Days of Captain Swan [293/366]

#captain swan #swoon #OTP is glorious

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Happy St Patrick’s Day! Always a good excuse to put this man on my blog. 

#colin o'donoghue #favourite post of the year! #happy st paddy's day

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that song only you can hear

So I think we’ve all seen this prompt making the rounds. It couldn’t be more Lieutenant Duckling if it had been designed with them in mind. 

Here’s my take on it. 

AO3

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The two men met in the middle of the council chamber with a matched pair of elegant bows and a solemn exchange of Your Majesties. Formalities thus observed and ceremonially dispatched, they broke into jovial smiles, gripping each other’s forearms and clapping one another on the back. They were far more similar than different, these men—roughly of a height and with the same breadth to their shoulders, the same twinkle of humour in their eyes and the lines on their faces fallen in the same warm places. One had far more of those lines, being a good brace of decades older—as attested as well by the grey in his hair—but were it not for that they may have been brothers.

“How is your wife?” inquired the younger of the two. “And your, er”—the hesitation was brief, barely noticeable—“your daughter?” He regarded his companion intently. “I trust she is eager to see this negotiation concluded?” 

“Ah,” replied the elder man, his smile faltering only slightly. “She is indeed, as is her mother. They are in the princess’s chambers even now, preparing.” 

–

“No,” Emma hissed, wrenching herself free from her mother’s grip and ripping the delicate pale-pink dress from her hands. “I will not participate in this farce and you cannot make me!” She flung the dress to the floor and barely restrained herself from jumping up and down upon it like a child. 

“I am your mother,” Snow replied coolly, “and your queen, and so by the power of two separate authorities I can, in fact, make you.” 

Emma’s fists clenched and her nostrils flared. “You’ll have to drug me then,” she snarled, “or tie me up or compel me with magic because there is no way in any of the seven hells that I will accept this willingly.” 

Snow folded her arms across her chest. “We’ll see about that.” 

–

“And your brother?” asked the elder man. “Is he is as keen to be wed as my daughter?” 

“Oh, indeed he is,” said the younger man with a bright smile that hardly appeared false at all. “Rarely has he anticipated anything more eagerly.” 

–

In a single, slick move Killian snatched the dagger from Smee’s belt, spun around and pressed its tip beneath the chin of his erstwhile companion and friend. “How dare you, Smee?” he demanded in a silky hiss. “You know how I feel about this farce of an arrangement. You are the only one who knew, the only one I told of where I meant to go. You betrayed me, and I will see that you suffer for it!” 

“Killian!” Both he and Smee turned to see Nemo in the doorway, scowling at the scene before him. “No murder on your wedding day,” he admonished. “And you might also want to consider wearing pants.” Nemo raised an eyebrow as he surveyed the prince’s naked form. “Best not to put the cart before the horse, as it were, and I imagine the chapel gets rather chilly at this time of year.”

–

“Excellent, excellent.” The elder man clapped his hands together. “So when can we, er, expect the prince to arrive?” 

“I’m sure he’ll be here any moment,” replied the younger as his eyes darted to the southern doors. “And the princess?” 

“Oh yes.” The elder man’s eyes returned to his companion after glancing, ever so briefly, at the eastern doors. “Any moment.” 

–

“Mother, please,” Emma begged. Defiance was getting her nowhere, it was time to employ pathos. She folded her hands together and looked imploringly at Snow. “Would you truly force me into marriage? With a man I’ve never met? Some useless, limp-dicked—” 

“Emma!” 

“—lump of a prince who will hate that I can best him at swordplay and that I ride astride—” pathos, Emma, pathos! “—and who doesn’t love me!” She widened her eyes and allowed them to fill with tears. “You always said I could marry the man I loved, Mama. You promised.” 

–

They exchanged wide and confident smiles and held eye contact perhaps a heartbeat too long before looking away to focus on their respective doorways. 

–

“Nemo, I’m surprised at you.” Killian resisted the urge to cover himself and instead puffed out his chest. “Smee has always been a snivelling rat of a man, but I never would have imagined you might turn on me like this.” 

Nemo fixed him with a deadly I’m-not-mad-just-disappointed look. “It’s not turning on you to want to see you married, lad.” 

“Happily married, perhaps,” retorted Killian. “Otherwise it’s just shackles by another name. You really want to see me chained for life to some faint-hearted, twee little princess, who will while away her time in needlework and—and flower arranging, and never utter a word worth hearing in all her days?” 

“Rather harsh, Killian, when you’ve not even met the girl.” 

“I’ve met more than enough of her type,” Killian sneered. “And I’m not having it. I’m not marrying someone I don’t love.” 

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Keep reading

#to read #this sounds delightful! #OTP is glorious #captain swan