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| Fairy Dust and the Quest for the Egg • Chapter 21 |

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Peter Pan (1953) | Tinker Bell! I hereby banish you forever. Please, not forever. Well, for a week then.

#{{ to neverland }}

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Forest Nymph (detail), 1870, Paul Hermann Wagner (1852-1937)

#{{ come away o human child to the waters and the wild }}

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What did you dream about last night?

"I had a dream that I turned into a banana. Not like a regular, little sized banana, but a banana that was the same size as me. And then I got unattached from the bunch and rolled off the counter, and I was screaming and crying that I wasn't a part of the banana bunch any more as I was rolling my way across the counter. It was a really long counter. It was really weird. The grapes watched on in horror.

Anyway, I kept rolling and apparently dream banana me also starting rolling in real life and then I woke up half-way dangling off the bed with James grabbing my leg so I didn't roll the rest of the way."

#ask meme #meme day #answered

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Describe or take a picture of your favourite mug/cup?

"Okay, so I have, like, 300 mugs, I think. At least half as many mugs as I have teapots. Each mug is good at different things, obviously. Like, one is good for a quick morning coffee, one's better for hot chocolate, one's better for tea, y'know?

I think if I had to pick a favourite I'd probably pick this one though, only because it's a good all rounder and it was one of the first mugs I managed to make with my Aunt Mary that was passable as a really good mug. It's got a good... um... girth? That's the wrong word. It's the right size for wrapping your hands around!! It keeps your tea nice and warm for a long time and it just feels nice and heavy and good to hold."

#ask meme #meme day #answered

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The Hook family was all but pristine, well known for their advanced boats that were both used for travel and exchanging of goods to southern countries. It wasn't that strange that they were a member of the ton, however they weren't as extravagant despite their money. One could say there were troubles with the beloved couple, miss and mister Hook whom haven't shared a bed in quite some time. Out of their loveless marriage came but one son, no daughters. Something the lady of the house seemed to despise but then again everything about her son did. Perhaps it was therefore the son had not been seen into his loving mother's arms for years - he had been off to university as soon as the man could flap its wings and it was no wonder that Miss Wistledown found interest in this poor young man who came of age - and yet had to be wed.

James found his way home on a Sunday afternoon, the bees were quietly bussing on the flowers, when his eyes befell on a young maiden with blond hair - a maid. She was tending the garden and he didn't think much of it, yet the sight stung into his eyes for a reason unbeknown by him. "Hello Mother." He greeted once he entered the house only to be met with a cold stare. "James..." She said briefly before tapping with her cane on the floor. "You must be tired, go get some rest." He nodded towards her invitation (though he knew it was more a demand than a request - she wanted him out of his sight as quickly as possible.) "That I shall." He even yawned and left his mother so she could continue to gossip and share tea with one of her many associates. Either way this would be a long night.

Though the namesake implied images of shining silver, Miss Bell came from naught. Left on the doorstep of the orphanage as a baby, and later taken in by one Ms Mary Fairchild to be put to work tending to the linens, Tina Bell had no choice but to accept her lot in life (with gritted teeth). Life put her through the wringers, and had it not been for a ragtag group of boys looking out for her, she may not have made it long as she had. It wasn't the life Tina ever wanted, but it was the one she got, and the one she had to accept.

As soon as Miss Bell was old enough to make some sort of way for herself, so said Mary, she was sent to work, finally finding her footing as a maid in some of the more well-to-do households. As she grew (in age, not height) her attitude grew with it, which, sadly, left her looking for a new household not too long ago. It had been, perhaps, a month or two, since Miss Bell found work in the Hook household (who she had heard whisperings of thanks to Lady Whistledown but had no formed opinion of yet).

It was odd work, here and there, as the matron didn't trust her yet with any difficult or important jobs. So, this evening, early in spring, when the days were just growing longer and the sun wasn't too hot, she was tending to the flowers at the side of the house, humming a ditty to keep herself occupied before she had to arrange the nighttime chores. The ringing of a silver bell called her attention to the house.

Her pinafore was dusted with pollen from the plants, the nose of her boots dusty from the soil. She had no time to right herself, given the Lady of the house's demanding nature. After a far too judgemental look, Miss Bell was sent off to make more tea for the guests. Tina rolled her eyes the moment she was down the corridor out of sight.

Now, Miss Bell had told off plenty of times for her etiquette, and once again, she ignored a warning, after seeing light pouring from under the door frame of Mr. Hook's bedroom door. She paused. Then gave it a very gentle knock. "Pardon me, Mr Hook," Tina said, quietly. "Would you like anything from the kitchen?"

#screaming crying throwing up #bridgerton au #au

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"How is traffic real? Like, just fucking go."

Tina, clearly, could not drive. Tina had no concept of roads, or cars, or traffics. None of it made any sense, which is exactly why she thought she was the authority on road traffic management. "Beep your horn," she said to James (for the 3rd time). The traffic wasn't moving.

The pair had made an impromptu trip to an IKEA that was some way out of town, and a decently long drive away for Tina, who rarely left town. The restaurant had run out of meatballs, and they had hit rush hour traffic on the way back into Redwood Hollow. Tina was starving! And she wouldn't shut up about being stuck in this traffic. "Look! That guy can totally move up!"

@happiestjameshook

#ask meme #meme day #answered #tina #hook #closed starter

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#{{ to neverland }}

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

2.03 | School Hard

#Inspiration

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impoots: Thank u @gpcbeauty & @josueperezhair for turnin a rainy Brooklyn morning into 💀 🌸✨with your magic #outerrange 🕳️

#tina #photo

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"I unfortunately can't deny a challenge," Tina admitted, wiping some cream from the side of her lip. Sometimes she could be self-aware. (Rarely, but... you know.) She offered Ollie a pastry, secretly hoping they would decline.

She stilled slightly when Ollie mentioned their foster Dad. Not a single one of her friends had had much luck with the system, and she had narrowly avoided it herself. "One of?" she asked, rather invasively, even for Tina. "How many have you had?"

"To be fair. I never doubted you could do it." They pointed out. "I just didn't think you would want to." Happily sitting down on the ground, not really caring if they dirtied their dress, Ollie popped a few of the mints into their mouth. Groaning slightly in contant as the sweet confection melted on their tounge. "I haven't had these in forever, one of my foster Dad's used to make them all the time as a little pick me up." Looking at them a bit sadly for a moment, Ollie made a mental note to call them when they had the chance.

#tina #ollie

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Tina had given up on manners a long time ago (or perhaps it was just that her impulse control had dwindled so much that she no longer had any). The phone call was a total non-issue. "No, I don't think so. I don't know very many of them," she said, shaking her bun-topped head.

Her eyes narrowed, scanning the woman for familiarity. The hair certainly couldn't, or shouldn't, have been easy to forget. It was the slight raspiness of the voice, the funny accent, that was really getting her though.

Miss Foliage!

Oh God! It dawned on her who this woman was, too quickly to hide the expression of utter surprise and horror from finding her face. Well... even then, she hadn't actually figure out who she was at the party, other than 'not a cop'. "It's... going!" Tina replied, grimacing.

"I have to listen to Mr. Wing's advice on this one. I have to eat before midnight, and who knows what will happen if I get wet?"

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Luckily for the unknown woman, Chelsea was just finishing her phone call. She hung up her phone then glanced at the blonde, gave her a once over and a little frown, and one sputtered chuckle. "I think you got me confused for another equally beautiful, charming lady." But just as she had recognized her voice from somewhere, Chelsea noticed that there was some faint recognition from her own part, too. The woman's voice, and her face, were so familiar... And then it dawned on her: the voice from the Masquerade, and the face from the Neverland Hotel. Both blonde, both short, both just a tad rude. She gasped out of admiration for her own wonderful memory.

"Hey, Miss Foliage!" Chelsea said with a wide smile and wide-open eyes. "How's it going? Long time no see! You also grabbing a bite? Or just seeking shelter from the storm?"

#tina #chelsea

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"What do you mean there aren't any chicken nuggets left?"

#tina #happiestplacestarter #/been thinking about chicken nuggets all day

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Unbothered little queen 🧚‍♀️🫶💕

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@itspeterpxn

I love it when two characters are completely and utterly obsessed with each other to an unhealthy degree. Utter devotion to the point of insanity. To the point the lines blur as to what the nature of their relationship even is. Romantic? Platonic? Sexual? Familial? Professional? All and none of the above, somehow. They can’t exist without each other. Being together is making them both worse. They would watch each other sleep in bed at night every night if they could. They are literally always thinking about each other. They would kill and die for each other. They resent each other. Even seperating them isn't going to fix the situation at this point. They permanently live inside each other.

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me and my undying urge to be someone’s favorite

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@happiestjameshook

― The Lover (1992)

#tina x james #inspiration