#i want to carve a pumpkin now and i've never even touched a pumpkin in my life

[a-driftamongopenstars]

I’m having some Crow drought this season. 🙁 can I request something with him please? I don’t have anything particular in mind so your choice. Thank you in advance! ♥️

Thank you for the prompt, I've been missing him as well and haven't written much with Crow lately either 🥺 here is a little something as I get in the FotL mood!

With only a few days left until the start of the Festival of the Lost, preparations are well under way. Garlands are transmatted from the storage, candles prepared, candy motes generated in plenty. Pumpkins are being carved by the Tower bots under a careful guidance of Eva Levante.

Crow can't help but feel infected by the fuss. And with some time on his hands, he wants to help.

He sits on a crate beside Eva, who is designing something intricate for the Festival goers. She would not tell Crow what it is, but he guesses it to be a piece of armour after a curious fashion, just another enticement for the Guardians.

"Careful with that laser, dear," she prompts Crow as his attention slips, nodding at the pumpkin in his lap. "Don't want to point it at your leg now, do you."

Crow smiles and redirects the laser to the pumpkin, carving a jagged edge of a grin on it. He has seen many designs that Eva has invented, and faithfully follows the look of a three-eyed face on a pumpkin in front of him.

Glint bobs over his shoulder peeking at the project.

"I like that," he says with a touch of pride and approval, ever affectionate of his Guardian.

"I never thought pumpkin carving is such an... intricate work. I appreciate your effort even more now, Eva."

She smiles and waves her hand at him dismissively, but she does look pleased.

"It is no bother, dear. I do so love it when the Tower is decorated! We must let our mind rest from the doomsday and focus on baubles and trinkets. Even the Commander gets a pumpkin for his office and a basket of candles."

As she winks, Crow chuckles and begins to carve out an eye on the pumpkin's purple rind. The another and one more, until three slightly uneven eyes stare at Crow and Glint, waiting to be lit up with candles.

"Why don't you take this one with you, dear?" Eva suggests, looking at Crow's work with a warm approving smile. "And if you need another, well, come by again and we'll set you up with another pumpkin."

Well-praised and with a sense of fulfillment, Crow leaves Eva with her army of pumpkin carving bots.

"Happy Hall Between," Glint whispers to Eva, before floating after his Guardian.

#just a silly little something #festival of the lost #destiny 2 #the crow #fanfiction #driftcreates

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #161

What’s the worst side effect you’ve had from a medication? In middle school, a medicine I'd started for either depression or bipolar symptoms resulted in me becoming a literal fucking demon around the time school would end; I'd go into school on cloud nine, hyper and happy as hell, but I was a kid my mom didn't even recognize when she'd pick me up around 3-ish, and for absolutely no reason. I was just insanely aggressive, snappy, permanently scowling, and all-around unpleasant. I did nooooot stay on the med long.

What has been the most effective medication you’ve taken, & what was it for? Latuda with Lamictal as a catalyst. It wasn't until I started this combination that I started to feel life in me after the breakup, and I absolutely consider it to have played a deep part in helping me climb out of my depression pit. That's when I really started to improve. I only ever stopped it because I guess my body got too used to it, because I stopped responding to it.

Do you keep your health issues private, or are you open about them? I'm pretty open about this stuff.

Do you have a service dog? No.

Do you know if you can have kids or not? I would assume so, I have a regular menstrual cycle and I've definitely gotten cramping around the times I should've been ovulating too, so.

What’s one med that has made you gain weight? Abilify, which I will fucking never touch again. It entirely murdered my metabolism and is one of the root causes of my initial extreme weight gain.

Have you ever felt unsafe in a hospital? Sure have, primarily the last time I was there waiting to go to the psych hospital and there was a very unstable man basically stuck there because no nearby hospitals would take him or something like that. He had to be regularly sedated. Even more than this case, while at the psych hospital last, I KNOW I've talked plenty about the man that was pure rapist material in there that would cross over onto the women's wing (the doors are supposed to stay locked, by the way) and literally roam down our hall peeking into the rooms like a total fucking predator, he was terrifying. He would heavily flirt with various women and was just fucking appalling, I can barely believe he was allowed in this section of the hospital, and the staff was so shit at ACTUALLY grabbing this man and MAKING him go back to the men's side, they'd just call to him but ultimately do nothing. I hate that hospital so motherfucking much, I can't believe it's still standing.

As a child, did you ever watch any shows on TV that were maybe too grown-up or a little inappropriate? Not in general, however I was totally obsessed with Jurassic Park 3, like I watched the movie SO many times, and the levels of gore may definitely be considered a lot for a young kid, but I handled it fine and it never made me really upset to see, plus my parents knew how much I fuckin' loved dinos, so they allowed it. I do wonder how I first saw it though, haha.

Do you remember how old you were, when you first began to use swearwords? Not the exact age, but I DO know I was definitely in 7th grade, however old I was then.

Are there any foods or beverages that you loved as a child but wouldn't touch as an adult? Uh maybe. I know as a baby I liked peas according to Mom, which I hate now and have for as long as I can remember.

Does anyone in your life use terms of endearment a lot when talking to you? Girt most of all, but also my mom, Girt's mom, I feel like Dad still does sometimes, and occasionally Mazzy and I think Tez will too.

Is there anyone that you communicate with daily, but not in person? Yes, Girt.

Have you discovered any new bands or singers lately, that you're into? No, it's pretty rare I do that, I'm one of those people that tends to stick to what I know, even if I do tend to enjoy new stuff when I chase it.

Have you ever carved a pumpkin before? How about roasting the pumpkin seeds? Yes, I REALLY want to get back into carving pumpkins this year! I've never roasted pumpkin seeds, however; I don't like pumpkins in any way as food.

Do you/have you ever played basketball? Yes, as a kid; besides dance, it's the sport I had the most fun with.

Have you ever owned a pet goldfish before? Only as a child and FAR from properly, I'm talking about those poor fellas you win at fairs and stuff.

Have you ever had a kidney stone before? No, and god I hope I never do, I know people say it's one of the most miserable experiences imaginable. My own mother has had them and she said recently in a relevant convo that she'd rather give birth to triplets than ever experience this again.

Do you like orange soda or orange juice? I like both, yes, ESPECIALLY orange cream soda!! That always takes me back to being a kid and hanging out at my neighbor's place; they tended to keep some brand of it. Man, I'd love to have one of those again.

Have you ever had orange chicken before? How was it? Yes, I don't like it. I generally dislike meat that has a sweetness to it, it doesn't sit right in my mouth.

Do you know how to say “orange” in another language? Haha I guess kinda, it's spelled the same in German, just obviously not pronounced the same. I actually googled it to ensure I was saying it right AND NOPE lmfao man it's been too long

Are your eyebrows thick? I think they look pretty average.

Do you have fat lips? No, another thing that looks pretty average to me, I've never heard a comment about their size.

How big are your hands? Normal in scale, but I do have long and narrow fingers; my hands in general are pretty slim and flowy, I've always been able to like, slide security bracelets from various places off whenever everyone else would need to like cut theirs off.

What is your idea of getting dressed up for oh say… a romantic dinner? I don't really have truly "fancy" attire, so I guess the only real difference would be me getting a shirt from my closet instead of dresser (I keep "fancier" stuff hung up in there versus folded and buried), and I'd likely put a necklace on. Maybe a little bit of perfume, dunno.

What kind of car(s) is parked in your driveway? It's some very old white Kia.

When is the last time you had ice cream? Sunday actually, at Girt's.

Are you white/black/Asian/Mexican/etc? I'm very white lol.

Ever known anyone who did business with a prostitute? Maybe, but I don't know about it.

Are your real parents divorced? If your parents are divorced, how old are your step-parents? Do you like your step-parents, or are they assholes? They're divorced as fuck/I can barely believe they were ever married, and only my dad has re-married since, and his wife is a year or two younger than him. She has asshole beliefs, being aggressively religious and a total bigot about it, but she's also always been good to my sisters and me, and Dad too.

[TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE] Ever had an abusive parent or other family member? If so, what’s the worst they did? Not in my immediate family, no, but I know I have one aunt that we're all pretty sure has been an emotionally abusive parent.

Got any step siblings? If so, how many? Are they annoying or cool? Kim (Dad's aforementioned wife) has one adult son, I think his name's Michael, but I reeeaaally don't know him well at all; he's quiet and very reclusive. Last I knew he still lived with them, but seeing as he has a baby coming now apparently, I have no idea what he's up to, where he's at, anything. I don't even consider him my brother whatsoever with how unfamiliar I am with him.

Are either of your parents engaged but not married yet? No, my mother hasn't even had an s/o following the divorce, which breaks my heart a fucking lot. I worry a lot for when I move out. No partner has ever loved her in a way she actually deserves and it's really upsetting.

Ever had to take care of a baby sibling? If do, did you feel responsible, or were you just annoyed? No, I was only barely two when Nicole was born, so I wasn't taking care of anybody lol.

Have you ever had a close friend get knocked up early? No.

Do you prefer baby boys or baby girls? Girls, I suppose. I know if *I* had a kid I'd absolutely want a girl over a boy for multiple reasons, but when it comes to just kids in general, it doesn't matter much.

Are you one of those losers that buy things with the letter of your name? Lol that's mean, but no, I was never into that.

What’s the highest up you’ve ever been? Uh I actually don't know. Either on an amusement park ride or just in a building.

Do you prefer to be outside or inside? I get more pleasure and peace being outside in weather I can tolerate well, but I'm more often comfortable inside because of AC.

Have you ever planted something? Yeah, a few times.

Do you believe in mermaids? No.

Do you like to be outside in the rain? No, I really hate the feeling of my clothes getting wet.

Does it snow where you live? Rarely; not even every year, and having a good snow that actually stays on the ground for a while is rarer. More than anything, we get mixed condensation, so all the rain just makes it melt.

What’s your favourite thing to do in the winter? Photograph snowy scenery.

What’s your favourite carnival ride? Of the general ones you can think of, probably the ferris wheel, even though I have bittersweet associations with it.

What’s your highest level of education? Some college.

What do you do for work? Sigh I still don't do anything, but I promise you I'm still looking very regularly on job-hunting websites. I know I'm being picky with it, but I have to be; I can't get a fourth job that's only gonna last three fuckin' days, I can't do that shit again, because I genuinely don't think I'll emotionally build up the courage to job hunt again and risk humiliating myself once more. I'll find something, eventually. In the meantime I'm still taking pictures...

How many countries have you been to? I've never left the USA. :/ One day I fucking will, I've got to man, I've got one visit on Earth that I know about and I wanna explore it, I can't only stay on the east coast of this crappy country my whole life.

What’s on your top five to travel to next list? It depends. I feel like my honeymoon is going to be my first real travel destination, which would be amazing if it could be somewhere in Alaska to see the Northern Lights well or Venice, Italy. Germany is a goal one day, but my #1 goal overall is South Africa one day to visit the Kalahari Meerkat Project. I'd also love to visit Ireland.

Do you like board games? I don't really, but I can enjoy them with other people every now and again.

Card games? I've found that I enjoy the sorts like Magic: The Gathering.

Are you afraid of cats? No, not at all.

Have you ever punched someone? No.

Apples or bananas? Apples.

Punk or metal? Metal, but like the last question, I enjoy both.

What’s your favorite flavor of soda, pop, or whatever else you call it? Usually strawberry.

What level of brightness do you usually keep your phone at? So during the day I keep it between 60-70%, I kinda just click that general area, but during the night, I turn it all the way to 0% so I don't burn my eyes out if I check the time during the night.

What time do you usually have dinner? It's usually somewhere 'round 5:30-6:00.

Do you need glasses to read or drive or need them all the time? I wear them all the time, except for obviously when I sleep.

What’s the best amusement park you’ve ever visited? I'm sure it's Disney World, I went as a very young kid, but my memories of it are faint. I know I had a blast, though.

Have you ever had a romantic fling? No, flings are not for me.

Are you a very forgetful person? Yes, my memory (particularly short-term) is just pure appalling for a 27-year-old, like I struggle SO BADLY to internalize information, whether it's important or not.

Are you in love? For sure.

Dream job? Successful wildlife/landscape/general nature photographer.

Are you an affectionate person? Yes, extremely.

You’re traveling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? I'd have to see what Girt thinks about this; I'd want him, but he's a major homebody and actually doesn't really like traveling, so the WHOLE world? I'm sure he'd get tired of it pretty fast. If he didn't want to come, I'd be very apprehensive about separating from him for so long anyway, but for the sake of the question I'd go with Mom, she'd fuckin love it.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

[fandomworkbook]

I had to go back and check what the woodsman’s directions were and this is pretty interesting:

‘Take your brother north and look for a town. Beware the Unknown! Fear the Beast and leave these woods if you can.’

So the woodsman sent them to Pottsfield. So either he knew what was happening at Pottsfield, or he didn’t. I’m going to have to guess he did, because I don’t think Pottsfield is shy about the whole being dead thing. Which would mean in the woodsman’s eyes, to be amongst the dead is better than staying in the woods with the Beast. Which is kind of morbid, dude. And they should do it ‘if they can’, which is a little ambiguous. If they have the will to die they should, to avoid a worse fate? Or does it mean that some people in the Unknown physically can’t get to Pottsfield, and is that because of the Beast?

The town is specifically said to be outside of the Unknown, and the people of the Unknown seem to be viewed as trespassers (although it’s also implied that they’ll all eventually end up in Pottsfield anyway??). Pottsfield is definitely a peaceful sort of not-quite-afterlife. It’s all very bright and shiny compared to the dark grey that sweeps back in when the kids run back into the woods. And as they set off into the fading light, we get this last image of a leaf, which is caught on the boundary fence that separates the Unknown from Pottsfield, unable to go any further. Because the directions weren’t good, because Wirt and Greg aren’t ready to be skelebros and party like it’s 1699 just yet. 

I wonder about Enoch. He doesn’t seem to be making any moves to help Wirt and Greg, I guess because to Enoch everyone ends up in the same place anyway. Is there something the Unknown does that messes with the natural order of things? I’m thinking maybe the Unknown is after stories - the Unknown has only been seen by a few people in history, but those people who end up there are witness to stories that are told to those who wander through the wood. Or not just wander, but are lost. Wirt and Greg are lost, Beatrice is apparently looking for a way home too, and the Woodsman isn’t home either - he took over an abandoned Mill and then lost that when the kids destroyed it. They’re all alone, fundamentally.

Whereas the people of Pottsfield are unknown and unremembered by the living. They have no tales. They don’t even have gravestones. Even their many, many rituals and festival practices have been forgotten as time moved on. But unlike the people in the Unknown, they have community and home and a sense of continuity and memory. They share common ground. And to the Woodsman, who is frustrated and afraid, that probably seems like the better deal.

It also makes me wonder about Adelaide and whether her pasture will also be considered outside of the Unknown or part of it? I guess we’ll find out next episode!

#over the garden wall #otgw liveblog #otgw0102 #and that's it #i've run out of things to say #lucky for you guys #man that episode was fantastic #i want to carve a pumpkin now and i've never even touched a pumpkin in my life #it's so halloweensy

[hookedonapirate]

Trick or Treat

A/N: It feels so great to post again. I've been in a writing slump for several weeks now, so I wanted to write something short and sweet to get the writing juices flowing. Thank you @hollyethecurious for your ideas for the premise and @darkcolinodonorgasm for Killian’s costume!

Rated: Teen and up for mature language

“Well, that’s disturbing.” Emma grimaces at the zombie gnome with gnarly teeth, reaching out with dirt and blood covered hands like he's coming out of the ground to get them. Even though it's not real, the graphics are enough to give a kid nightmares.

 “That’s so cool, Mommy!”

 Well, any kid who’s not her seven-year-old son that is. Henry runs down the sidewalk, his oversized hat falling off his head. He’s a ball of energy most days, but tonight, he’s extra energetic, and he hasn’t even had any candy yet.

 “Kid, your hat!” She follows after him, picking up his hat from the winding walkway which is lined with jack-o'-lanterns on each side. But as she passes each one, she’s surprised when she realizes these aren’t just typical jack-o'-lanterns with a mouth, nose and eyes carved into them. No, these are intricately crafted jack-o'-lanterns. One is carved into a haunted house, one is a graveyard full of ghosts, another looks like a skull from afar, but up close, it appears to be carved into long stem mushrooms and grass. Her favorite is the pumpkin carving that mimics a scene from the Nightmare Before Christmas. 

 Like seriously, who has time to carve out all these pumpkins? And why weren’t the Jack-o'-lanterns on display as she had seen at the Night of 1,000 Jack-o'-lanterns at the Chicago Botanic Garden? Whoever carved these has some ridiculous artistic talent. They are also way too into Halloween, because their yard is all decked out. There are games set up on tables in the yard, skeletons and ghosts hanging from the trees and tombstone yard signs all over. 

 As she walks up the steps to the house, fake fog sweeps around her feet, the porch is covered in fake cobwebs with large spiders and the porch railing is lined with decorated jars, “potions”, skulls and other Halloween themed knickknacks. She laughs at the potion bottle labeled, “love potion.” When she reaches the door, which is wide open, a group of kids in cute costumes gathered around waiting for treats, she’s expecting the three looney witches from Hocus Pocus to emerge from the house. 

 When a man in a black top hat, tailcoat and a cane appears through the door with a bowl full of candy, she realizes how wrong she is. 

 Boy, is she wrong.

 Holy shit, he’s gorgeous. His skin looks ghostly white from the makeup on his face and he's wearing a brown curly mustache, but those vivid blue eyes are so very blue, even in the dark and under the hat he’s wearing. She’s afraid those eyes will set her on fire when he looks at her.

 “Trick or treat!” the children chorus. 

 Emma can’t take her eyes off the man as he excitedly hands out candy.

 “I love your costume, lassie,” he compliments a little girl who's wearing an Elsa costume.

 He has an accent? Holy hell.

 The little girl frowns, clearly not understanding what he meant by lassie. “I’m not a dog, I’m Elsa.”

 He chuckles, dropping a candy bar into her pumpkin bucket. “My apologies, Elsa. Please don’t blast me with ice.”

 “Thank you, mister,” she says cheerfully before scurrying down the steps to meet her parents at the end of the walkway. 

 “Trick or treat!”

 The man looks toward the small voice, seeing Henry approaching him. He grins big and wide, which makes him look much creepier than he already looks in his costume. Creepy, but sexy. “Well, hi there. Captain Hook, I presume?”

 Henry nods his head and opens his Halloween sack, using his plastic hook to hold one of the straps.

 “Very nice costume, lad. My favorite one so far.”

 “Thank you. I made it,” Emma boasts with a smile as she steps behind her son, placing the hat on his head. She’s not normally one to brag, but then again bragging doesn’t normally afford her the opportunity to talk to ridiculously handsome strangers.

 The man looks up, and when his eyes finally connect with hers, he completely steals her breath. She was wrong. His smoldering blue eyes don’t set her on fire, but they do make her melt.

 And his heavy stare makes her skin tingle.

 “You made this lovely costume?”

 She waves her hand nonchalantly. “It was easy. Just took a red, long-sleeved shirt, some ribbon and slapped some red felt and white feathers on a straw hat and voila.”

 “Very impressive, lass.” He glances at her shirt briefly before returning his eyes to hers. “Did you also make your costume?” he asks, his eyes dancing with mirth. He must have been referring to her red leather jacket and white t-shirt that reads, “This IS my Halloween costume.”

 Emma laughs. “No, I bought it on Amazon.” 

 “Wow, Mom, check this out! Full-size candy bars!” Henry shouts excitedly when the stranger deposits the candy bar into his sack.

 Emma tears her eyes from this man’s mesmerizing blue ones to see the full-size Snickers bar Henry’s holding out to show her. “Huh, people actually do give out full-size candy bars.” She looks up at the man. “I’m impressed. Let me guess, you also carved those pumpkins, too?” she asks, pointing to the pumpkins in his yard.

 He nods with a small smile. “I did. You’d be amazed by what I can do with these hands,” he says smugly.

 Emma wants to roll her eyes, but she can’t deny she very much wishes to find out exactly what he can do with those hands. Instead, she flashes a sarcastic smirk. “So who are you supposed to be, Jack the Ripper?” 

 He chuckles. “Not quite. I’m a gentleman from the Victorian Era. A devilishly handsome gentleman, may I add.”

 She cocks a brow, laughter bubbling in her throat. “If by a  devilishly handsome gentleman, you mean creepy.”

 He sets down the candy bowl and surprises her when he takes her hand in his and lowers his head, murmuring softly as he looks up at her. “The name’s Killian Jones. And it just so happens, I’m always a gentleman. Not just on Halloween.” His touch sears her skin, then he presses his lips to the back of her hand and it feels like electrical currents are surging through her. Her breath catches, and she’s worried he will notice. Judging by the smirk spreading across her skin, he definitely noticed.

 Emma turns her head, looking for her son, whom she spots in the yard playing games with the other kids, their parents supervising them. “I should get back to my son.”

 This man actually pouts as he releases her hand. And it’s freaking adorable. “I told you my name and yet you haven't told me yours?”

 She bites her bottom lip, contemplating whether she should or not. But then again, what’s the harm? It is a small town, so they’ll probably end up running into each other again at some point. “It’s Emma.”

 He grins, making her heart melt. “Nice to meet you, Emma.”

 “Likewise.” 

 He scratches behind his ear, which makes him look less creepy and even more adorable. “I’ve never seen you before. Are you new in town?”

 “I’m from Chicago.”

 “Well, love, welcome to Storybrooke.”

  Oh. Now he’s calling her love? Can this man get any sexier? Jesus Christ. “Thank you.” She gives him a shy smile and turns to head down the steps.

 “Wait. Before you go, I have a treat for you, too.” 

 She spins around, arching her brow. “Oh, that’s okay. Henry will share some of his candy with me.”

 He chuckles and shakes his head. “This treat is not for kids.”

 Emma gulps. “What kind of treat did you have in mind?” Something salty? Her mind definitely did not go into the gutter there. Okay, it totally did. 

 He heads inside, then returns not a moment later with a caramel apple. 

 “A caramel apple?” She almost sounds disappointed. But she’s definitely not.

 “Aye, but not just any caramel apple. It’s an adult caramel apple. So make sure you don’t share this with your lad.”

 She eyes it suspiciously. “It’s not laced with love potion, is it?”

 He chuckles and leans closer, whispering in her ear. “No. But it is laced with cannabis-infused butter.”

 Emma smirks as she takes the caramel apple. “Wow, you really go all out on Halloween, don’t you?”

 He shrugs. “You should come back around Christmas.”

 “Oh God, you’re not one of those people who goes completely crazy with the Christmas lights and the decorations and Santa and his reindeer on the roof, are you?”

 He shrugs again, donning a smirk. “Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”

 “Is that an invitation?” Because she's definitely not thinking about inviting him to get high and engage in hot, sweaty sex with her. Not at all.  

 “Perhaps. Do you and your son enjoy hot cocoa and watching Christmas movies in front of a cozy fireplace?”

 She eyes the caramel apple and then glances up at him. “Does Santa enjoy adult cookies with his milk?”

 His grin widens, making her heartbeat skyrocket out of her chest. “Aye, then it’s a date.”

 Emma rolls her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. “Not a date.” She doesn’t like the idea of waiting until Christmas to see him again, though.

 His face clouds with guilt. Sorry, love, I just didn't see a wedding ring on your finger so I assumed-”

 “I'm not married,” she clarifies, her cheeks flushing because of the fact that he was curious enough to check her hand for a ring. “Nor do I have a boyfriend. I'm single.” Very single. She's never been so glad to be single before.

 He sighs in relief, which gives her the courage to say what's on her mind and to thankfully change the subject.

 “You know, adult cookies aren’t just for Christmas...”

 He cocks his brow, and good Lord, she really needs him to stop doing that, because it’s doing things to her breathing and her heart. “No? What other special occasions are they for?”

 She shrugs. “Like a Saturday night, say next week when my parents are taking Henry for the weekend.”

 His eyes flash with something she can only describe as excitement. Or anticipation, maybe? “But still not a date, right?”

 She shakes her head. “Nope, just two adults enjoying their adult cookies.” 

 He laughs. “Okay, I’ll bring the apple cider.”

 “Sounds like a date,” she says accidentally when she had meant to say Sounds like a plan. But she doesn't even bother correcting herself as her cheeks warm with blush. She backs away and manages to rip her eyes from him to turn around and head down the steps. She finds Henry playing a game with the kids and takes his hand, telling him it’s getting late. He leaves with a groan but doesn't make a fuss. 

 As they leave the yard, Emma turns around, getting one last glimpse of the devilishly handsome Victorian gentleman. He winks and smiles at her, making her heart stutter, and she blushes and walks away as she leaves with her son.

  She had doubts when she moved to this small town to start over, but the warm feeling in her chest is telling her perhaps coming to Storybrooke wasn't a bad idea after all.

Tagging a few people who might be interested in reading:

@kmomof4 @teamhook @ilovemesomekillianjones @onceuponaprincessworld @artistic-writer @nikkiemms @snowbellewells @donteattheappleshook @itsfabianadocarmo​ @searchingwardrobes​ @melly326​

#cs ff #captain swan #halloween