#sleepy neal

[link-sans-specs]

Mythical Society

Car Biscuits: Acting Like Ourselves Off Camera

#mythical society #car biscuits #link neal #link sans specs #eye rub #his eyes are pretty even when they're closed #sweet sleepy boy 😴 #my goodness he's pretty #sigh 🥰 #my edit

[dykerys]

I'm horrible at explaining why I ship a ship (romantically, in this case) but anyway, I'll try because I was thinking on hookfire and now I want to talk about them. I think one of the main reasons I ship them is the past! It's complicated, sad and tragic and generally that's one of my biggest reasons for liking a ship. Because most people doubt that people with a background like that could genuinely fall in love with each other. But I believe that nothing is impossible (with the power of fanfiction). I'm not much of an angst lover, but the sadness they cause me is another reason for me to ship them. There's something beautiful and melancholy about falling in love with someone you've deeply failed. In looking at the person you love every day and remembering that a large part of that person's suffering was caused by you. I have similar feelings with swanfire (I don't know if it's just me, but I can draw parallels). It's just deliciously painful.

I also think their personalities match. They would be silly and funny, and Neal would make Killian laugh freely with ridiculous jokes and he also would get really exasperated every single time (because he might have chosen someone worse than himself). They would compete every moment, for no reason, like two children. They would be a mess and they would be really wonderful while being a fucking mess.

The last reason it's because they're sexy. End of discussion.

#i actually have more reasons #i just don't know how to explain #and i'm sleepy #sorry for any typos #oh oh another reason: #rumple would fucking hate it and i think that this is gold #ba dum tss #killian jones #captain hook ouat #neal cassidy #hookfire #captainfire #once upon a time #ouat

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

Cheshire Cat-ffrey 🙃

Without the whiskers lol:

#version without whiskers below the cut #i made a thing #on my insanity arc fr #does this count as fanart? #I am too sleepy for this #oh that reminds me I forgot to take my meds today #whoops #anyways enjoy neal caffrey as the cheshire cat #what is wrong with me #nobody knows #neal caffrey #white collar #white collar fanart #maybe?

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Throwback Thursday: National Pi Day Meet Cute

Note: This story was first posted on March 14, 2018. Given that it is once again National Pi Day, I was persuaded to repost.

Title: National Pi Day Meet Cute

Fandom: Captain Swan

Rating: G

Words: 1678

Summary:

When Mary Margaret Blanchard finds out her grandson has a very single, very handsome math teacher, she devises a way to create a sweet little meet cute between her daughter, Emma, and said math teacher.

Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew4 @annaamell @flslp87 @emmateo26 @bethacaciakay @ultraluckycatnd @effulgent-mind @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch @missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich @jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma @daxx04 @nickillian  @gillie  @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @kmomof4 @linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecurious @laughswaytoomuch  @allyourdarlingswans  @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknight @lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree @jrob64  @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv @i-will-sing-no-requiem @bluewildcatfanatic @laianely

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“Bye mom!” Henry yelled, as he hopped out of Emma’s yellow bug, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and started sprinting toward his friends.  “See you after school!”

Emma waved him off, smiling as she saw her son catch up with a few of his friends, talking animatedly.  It had been nearly a month since the two of them had moved to the sleepy little town of Storybrooke, Maine.  Emma had worried that moving Henry halfway through his sixth grade year would be difficult, but her precocious little eleven-year-old had taken to small town living like a duck to water.  He’d made more friends than he knew what to do with, and he absolutely loved school.

The smile slid from Emma’s face as she looked at the fresh-out-of-the-oven apple pie sitting on the passenger seat before her.

The problem with having a preteen who loved school is that he talked about it.  A lot.  And one of the people he talked about more than any other was his absolute favorite teacher, Mr. Jones, who was, as Henry put it, “the best teacher in the whole world”.

When Emma and Henry had left New York for Storybrooke, the two of them had moved in with her mom and dad, David and Mary Margaret Blanchard, at least until they got settled.    When Henry started talking about Mr. Jones, Mary Margaret had perked up.  When he told her that Mr. Jones was single and “old like mom”, Emma had groaned.

Emma knew she’d never get another moment’s peace.

“Emma,” Mary Margaret had said one morning, a conniving look in her eyes.  “It’s really important you be involved in Henry’s education.  Don’t you think you should meet his teachers?  Maybe we should have one of them over for dinner one night.  How about, oh, I don’t know…Mr. Jones?”

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose.  “Look mom,” she said, “I get what you’re doing, but I’m not looking for a relationship.  I did the whole ‘fall in love’ thing about twelve years ago, and Neal Cassidy cured me from any desire to ever do it again.”

“But not every guy is like Neal,” Mary Margaret said earnestly.  “Not every guy is going to leave you.  And love is so worth it when you find the right guy.”

Emma muttered something about needing to get some work done before she went into the office, hoping her mom would drop the subject.

No such luck.

Last night, Mary Margaret had come up with her most brilliantly evil plan yet, and what’s worse, she’d gotten Henry involved.

“Hey mom,” Emma said as she returned to the loft after her day at the sheriff’s station.  “Something smells good.”

Mary Margaret shot her the kind of smile that Emma knew was trouble.  “So Henry came home from school today and told me that tomorrow is National Pi Day.  I was thinking I ought to do something to celebrate.  I thought I would make a pie for his math teacher, Mr. Jones—you know his very single, very handsome and very eligible teacher?  You know because….pie for Pi Day?”

Emma groaned.

“And…” Mary Margaret said in a way that made Emma sure she didn’t want to hear what came next, “I was thinking maybe you could take the pie to Mr. Jones.”

“Mom…”

“Yeah!” Henry said, coming in and swiping an apple slice from the bowl where his grandma was tossing them with cinnamon and sugar.  “Mom, Mr. Jones would love it, and I can’t carry the pie in myself!  I’d look like a loser!”

“Since when does pie make you look like a loser?” Emma asked.

“Mom!” Henry said, drawing out the single syllable and following it with an eyeroll.  “I can’t take a pie to a teacher.  I’ll look like a teacher’s pet!”

“He’s right, Emma,” Mary Margaret said solemnly.  “Middle school is a brutal place.  You don’t want your son to be ostracized, do you?”

Emma sighed, shaking her head at the two.  She knew when she was beat, and with the two of them ganging up on her, she was most definitely beat.  “Fine.  I’ll take the pie to Mr. Jones.”

And so here she was, bright and early on National Pi Day, weaving her way through a sea of rowdy pre-teens, looking for room 108, where Mr. Perfect himself would be waiting.

Mr. Perfect she scoffed to herself.  The man was a math teacher, a math teacher who was passionate about his topic.  Just about screamed nerd didn’t it?  There was probably a very good reason he was very single. 

She stopped just outside the door and took a deep breath.  She’d get this over with, and then be able to go home and tell her matchmaking mother that her meddlesome schemes had failed miserably.

“Mr. Jones?” she said, knocking on the doorframe, and looking in at the man whose back was turned to her as he worked on his computer.

Mr. Jones turned around, and for a moment Emma forgot to breath, though she’s pretty sure she gasped so loudly her mom could hear it all the way from the loft.  Mr. Jones was quite possibly the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life.

He gave her an appreciative grin, getting to his feet and coming to meet her with an outstretched hand.  “Mr. Killian Jones at your service.  And who might you be, love?”

Great!  Not only was he hotter than any many had a right to be, but he had a smooth, British accent as well.  Butterflies started doing the polka in her stomach.

“Love?” He said again, and it was only then that Emma realized she’d been staring, mouth hanging open, at the man in front of her for a solid two minutes.

She shook her head.  Emma!  Get a grip!

“Sorry,” she said, hating the slightly husky sound of her voice.  “I’m Emma Swan.  My son Henry is in one of your sixth grade math classes.”

“Henry!” Mr. Jones said.  “I must admit he’s one of my favorites.  What can I do for you Mrs. Swan?”

“Miss,” Emma said, lamely, surprised and annoyed by how hard she was finding it to string two words together in a coherent fashion.

“Beg pardon?”

“It’s Miss Swan,” Emma said.  Henry’s dad and I…well, let’s just say we haven’t been together since before he was born and leave it at that.”

He grinned at her from beneath heavily hooded eyes, and the look made her heart skip a beat.  The amount of gorgeous this man was displaying should be illegal.  It really should.  “I must say, I’m rather glad to hear it.  So what brings you to my classroom, love, though I’m hardly complaining about a lovely and single woman coming to visit me?”

Emma felt the blush covering her face.  She averted her eyes, desperately looking for a way to get ahold of herself.  Her eyes landed on the item she was holding.  “Uh, I came to give you this.  Henry thought you might like a pie for National Pi Day, because, you know, pie, Pi?”

He laughed, and Emma looked up, admiring the dimples in his scruff-covered cheeks, the tiny lines around his shockingly blue eyes.  “I’ll accept this happily on one condition.”

“Yeah?  What’s that?”

“You simply must stay and have a slice with me,” he said gesturing toward his desk.

“Don’t you have, you know classes to teach and stuff?” Emma asked.

“Aye,” Killian said, “but as it happens, first period is my prep period, so I’m all yours for the next hour.”

“I don’t know…”

“I insist,” Killian said.  “You, no doubt have heard about me from your son, but I know next to nothing about his mother.  Just who are you, Swan?”

Emma grinned, giving him a flirtatious look.  “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Perhaps I would,” he answered with a wink that did not turn her insides to mush.  (It absolutely turned her insides to mush.)

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An hour and a half later, Emma pulled up in front of her parents’ apartment building, dropped her head onto her hands on the steering wheel and groaned.

She and Killian had fallen into easy conversation over their pie, and just before she left, he’d asked her out to dinner that night, insisting he must return the favor.

She’d said yes almost before the sentence was complete.  She had a date with her son’s (hot) math teacher.

There would be no living with her mother after this.

~The End~

Notes:

--Happy National Pi Day!  When I heard on the radio this morning that we were celebrating that particular holiday, it brought back to mind something that happened to me several years ago.  My sister had a single math teacher who was around my age.  My mom decided that he would be absolutely perfect for me.  (Why?  I don’t know; she hadn’t even met the guy.  All she knew was that he was my age and single, lol.).  So she came up with this brilliant, devious plan to create a little meet cute.  She made a pie for the guy for National Pi Day, called me at my apartment, and asked if I would take my baby sister into school that morning and take the pie to her eligible bachelor of a teacher.  I rolled my eyes and agreed to do it.  Sadly, my story has an anti-climactic ending.  When I got to the classroom, Mr. Perfect was not there, so I ended up just setting the pie on his desk and leaving.  I never did meet the math teacher, which is fine with me.  We must not affirm our mothers in their crazy matchmaking schemes, lol.

--But, as that story came to mind, I realized it, like so many other things, would make a very interesting CS au.  So happy pi day, everyone!  I wish you all drop dead gorgeous, blue eyed, black haired, ginger-bearded math teachers to make your Pi Day complete!

#throw back thursday #captain swan fanfiction #cs au #my fanfiction

[deckond]

neal you done killed the entire scythe fandom on tumblr bro...

this shit dry asf we gotta like host some fucking party or some stupid ass shit like dunking scythe characters in boiling hot water

idk im sleepy

#arc of a scythe #aoas

[your-fellow-writer-of-the-night]

My Masterlist

Lucifer:

Moodboards:

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar (with Maze and Chloe)

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar (with carer Dan)

Sleepy regressor Lucifer

And yet another regressor Lucifer

Regressor Lucifer and babysitter Maze

Vent regressor Lucifer

Vent pet regressor Lucifer

Another vent regressor Lucifer

Caregiver Micheal Demiurgos (with some headcanons)

Stimboard:

Lucifer Morningstar

Headcanons:

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar

Fanfics:

As Sweet as Whiskey (regressor Lucifer, carer Chloe)

Sleepy Devil (regressor Lucifer)

Wake up bud (regressor Lucifer, carer Maze)

It's not because I'm tired (regressor Lucifer, carer Amenadiel)

Good Omens:

Moodboard:

Regressor Crowley (with cg Aziraphale)

Regressor Angel Crowley

Regressor Crowley 👻 (spooky vibes, my favorite moodboard so far)

Regressor Beelzebub

Caregiver Aziraphale

Caregiver Aziraphale 🕊️

Another caregiver Aziraphale

Caregiver Crowley

Crowley and Aziraphale

Fanfics:

Milk, Honey and a Tea Spoon of Vanilla (regressor Crowley, carer Aziraphale)

Cozy fireplace (regressor Crowley, carer Aziraphale)

Doctor Who:

Moodboards:

Regressor Tenth Doctor

Regressor Tenth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Supernatural:

Moodboards:

Regressor Dean Winchester

Regressor Dean

Another regressor Dean

9-1-1 Lone Star:

Moodboards:

Regressor TK Strand

House M.D:

Moodboards:

Regressor Greg House (with cg Wilson)

Regressor James Wilson (and teddy bears)

Regressor Robert Chase

Another regressor Chase

Caregiver James Wilson

Headcanons:

Regressor Robert Chase

Fanfics:

The average dog is nicer than the average person (pet regressor Wilson and carer House. *unfinished)

White Collar:

Moodboards:

Regressor Neal Caffrey

Regressor Neal Caffrey (with cg Peter Burke)

Another regressor Neal Caffrey

Fanfics:

Time out (regressor Neal with El and Peter)

Suits:

Moodboards:

Regressor Mike Ross

Vent Regressor Mike Ross (tw- weed)

Regressor Harvey Specter (Racing Hearts)

Regressor Mike Ross (Racing Hearts)

Regressors Mike and Harvey (Racing Hearts)

Fanfics:

Racing Hearts

Bones:

Moodboards:

Regressor Seeley Booth (with cg Temperance Brennan)

Regressor Jack Hodgins (with Booth and Angela)

Moon Knight:

Moodboards:

Regressor Steven Grant

Hannibal:

Moodboards:

Regressor Will Graham (with cg Hannibal)

Hudson & Rex:

Moodboards:

Regressor Charlie Hudson

Regressor Charlie

Regressor Charlie (winter-ish theme)

Regressor Jesse Mills

Headcanons:

Regressor Charlie Hudson

#house md agere #supernatural agere #lucifer agere #white collar agere #good omens agere #moon knight agere #suits agere #bones agere #suits tv agere #doctor who agere #tenth doctor agere #hudson and rex agere #hudson & rex agere #hannibal agere #agere #age regression #agere moodboard #agere fanfic #agere community #agere fandom #fandom agere #fandom age regression #lucifer tv agere

[lizardthelizard]

you might not do these anymore but who is ur definite least favorite ouat character

Hi! Thanks so much for the ask :) Also, dw, my inbox is always open for asks, but especially for random OUAT related ones.

A quick disclaimer! Absolutely no shade to anyone that likes the characters mentioned below. It's just a bit of fun (and I think some people will agree with a lot of what I have to say anyway tbh)

SO.

A really easy answer would be the Blue Fairy. After all, I don't like the Fairy from Pinocchio in general, let alone in OUAT. Her 'holier-than-thou' attitude, the way that she treats various characters in the show (August, Nova, Tinker Bell...) really rubs me up the wrong way. But...also...If I'm completely truthful about it, I find her kind of fun to hate on. And I don't think that's quite in the spirit of things here so...

I don't actually think I have a MOST hated, but I'll come up with a few names to satisfy your curiosity:

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King Leopold is pretty high up there to be honest. I think that the writers did a poor job of characterising him. I know that his character in general is a big point of contention within a lot of fandom, so I won't get too involved with anything but I just don't like the way they wrote him.

He's a kind man who genuinely loves his daughter and kingdom. But...I dunno... The age difference between him and Regina is always a bit uncomfortable (and only emphasised after Season 3, when he and a younger Cora are in a relationship). Also, sorry, but who the hell reads their spouse's diary? I don't care how deliberately Regina placed that diary in his path, it shouldn't have been read.

Anyway, whatever. The reason I bring up Leopold is not because I think he's secretively The Worst Guy Ever. At his core, he's literally just some guy. But, as the viewer, we were expected to see him as this sweet, innocent old man (in Season 1 particularly) and... he's kind of not (something that was not intentional by the writers, as far as I'm aware). And this type of Good GuyTM character (see; The Blue Fairy) is usually the type I hate the most. (Even in Season 3, it's Eva who's blamed for the way things unfolded between Leopold and Cora, and Leopold is kind of presented as this poor schmuck in the middle of it all (which...he's not.)

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I'm not a big fan of Neal. As a character he's...fine. Not my personally fave, but he had some interesting (albeit squandered) potential. But the way that a lot of Neal fans claim he can do no wrong and talk about him like he was the purest, most special dude on the entire show and the only suitable romance option for Emma...sorry, but it's annoying saduajsdkasdbasd

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I don't like Doc, Happy, or Sneezy. No reason, I just don't like them. Sleepy and Dopey are on thin ice. Bashful, Grumpy and Stealthy can stay.

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Liam the 1st... SORRY Killian stans, love you guys, I just do not like this man. I think he's an idiot (but not in a fun way) and an arrogant, self righteous prig. THAT BEING SAID, check out @dykelilypage's fic 'from time to time' It's an incredible take on his character and I almost didn't even mention Liam here because it made me appreciate him so much more than I ever would have. If canon had given him the chance to be more

#ouat meta #I GUESS #asks #anyway! thanks again for the ask ! :) #okay but listen. I love to bitch about things sometimes #it's fun you know? #but I'm not really much of a hater #for every character that I genuinely HATE. there are at least 50 characters that I adore with all my being

[thetonethetollandthethunder]

Scythe chapter 11-15

You know the drill!! Cmon!!!

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Chapter 11!!

-I always forget the conclave’s have names,,,

-The thing is, you can never blame these people for fighting back, it’s human nature, but OUGH the consequences of human nature are so devastating

-But just imagine the guilt you’d feel, your husband got killed and you get immune from the same fate for a whole year. That’s just prime for survivors guilt

-Also the fact that Faraday told the family the man didn’t resist is just testament to his kindness and compassion

-“The sanctity of the law…And the wisdom to know when it must be broken.” *Stares at Goddard*

-MILK SCENE, I unironically love this scene even tho I think it’s really funny

-Also I genuinely don’t know how ppl drink milk b4 bed, is that even a real thing? How does that make you sleepy??

-Also good on Faraday!! Don’t waste shit!!!

-Apparently all the Scythe Rings are white but I refuse to acknowledge that, they’re all multicolored and each color relates to the scythe in some way <3

-That ring security system Faraday has going on is sick as fuck tho ngl

-“Now let’s see how long it takes Rowan to go for the ring.” I love himmmm, he’s fun!!! He can be fun!!

-Tonist mention!! I love the Tonists <33

-Nice chapter!! Gives more depth to Faraday!!

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Chapter 12!!

-Rowan and Citra’s test are approaching!!!

-The idea of having to hold yourself back in life because you’re afraid of being killed is actually terrifying—

-Also same Rowan, I hate studying too

-“Rowan concluded that not knowing was more terrifying than knowing.” If I remember correctly what the consequence is then that is CERTAIN true

-I LOVE Citra and Rowan’s banter here!! You can see their chemistry early on!!

-UGH I WONT LIST OUT ALL THE MOMENT BUT THEYRE SO CUTE!!!

-Cute chapter! Lots of Citran moments!

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Chapter 13!!

-“I’m a human being, not a mole.” Faraday is soooo fun sometimes like so fun and endearing???

-“Destroyed back in the age of mortality by something called ‘terrorism’.” OKAY SO YES THIS DOES GIVE US A LOT TO THINK ABOUT IN TERMS OF WHAT PEOPLE HERE KNOW ABOUT THE AGE OF MORTALITY BUT ALSO THAT IS RLLY FUCKING FUNNY SOOO

-I too hate walking at 6:30 am (I go to public school in America)

-“I have found that with the Scythedom, it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission,” He is iconic yall

-“What’s the worst they could do?” Things said before disasters—

-“Running the gauntlet” Like walking the red carpet!

-“Scythes wished to be seen as the many faces of light, not of darkness.” And soon they will be! Yk, just right after the plague—

-SCYTHE CURIE OMG OMG!!

-OO now they’re seeing scythe goddard ohoho I LOVE HAVING FORESIGHT

-Citra would cringe at the fact she at one point dazzled by goddard

-Rowan don’t be fatphobic /j

-I like that the conclave’s are pretty boring for the most part, makes it feel more realistic

-I love how only when Citra becomes a Scythe does she begin to understand these rituals, shows how much she grows

-OHOHO we got goddards fuckin note bullshit! Citra is gonna hear allll about that when she becomes a scythe

-Love how Chomsky is basically described as “as white as anyone could be” lmaoo token white man

-also gun lobby, nothing to say about it just…Gun lobby

-Rowan starting to talk like faraday is GOLD

-Again I love Citra and Rowan’s banter

-SCYTHE CURIE

-The idea of the weaponsmaster being a infomercial salesman is SOO funny i need to use that in my scythe oc shit

-Also that digital poison sounds fucking TERRIFYING

-The Scythes not liking the term ‘victim’ is rlly interesting to me, shows they really think of themselves as these faces of light

-Neal I don’t think you know what feminine hygiene products sound like—

-Hand of midas shit but even MORE horrifying!!

-I am terrible with names I saw Scythe Mandela and thought he was Scythe Possuelo and I have no idea why

-Who names their child Ransom??

-VERY good and long chapter!! Two more to go!!

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Chapter 14!!

-OOO the test scene!! One of my favorites!!

-SCYTHE CURIE

-Again what is with the shit names??? Jacory??

-OHH you do NOT interrupt scythe curie girl you are FUCKED

-Oh Citra you’re gonna revisit the worst thing you’ve ever done REALLL soon

-ROWAN LOSING ON PURPOSE FOR CITRA IS SOOOO!!!

-GODDAMN IT RAND I LOVE YOU BUT STOP

-AND THE TENSION THICKENS WITH THE ADDED RULE OF THEM HAVING TO KILL THE OTHER OH MY GOD ITS STILL GOOD MAN!!

-We all want a relationship with the thunderhead Curie

-Very good chapter that adds to the stakes of the story!! One more to go!!!

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Chapter 15!!!

-God the shock and confusion and how upset they all are really captivates this conversation

-And you see that eventually Rowan is very willing to die at the hands of Citra, that’s how much he loves her like UGHH

-“Scythes were supposed to be above the petty,” oh citra you have no idea bby girl,,

-Hash pales!!!

-THE KISS SCENE

-Ive already went in depth about why I love this scene in my Citran analysis post but UGH I LOVE ITT

-Liar!! You are totally in love rowan!!

-GODDARD THE BASTARD

-God he is such a fucking dick i hate himmm

-Very good chapter :)

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AND THATS THE NEXT 5!!! Next time we’ll do chapters 16-20!

#the tone speaks #arc of a scythe #rowan damisch #citra terranova #scythe faraday #scythe curie #scythe goddard

[snowbellsxquiver]

Celebrating a Savior - Snow x Emma

{ Closed Rp, @evilxqueen }

Snow was up before the dawn, restless, she watched the sunrise from the bay window of thier farm house, clad in her nightgown and robe, hair all a mess, she raised the up the window, welcoming the cool breeze, much like she had all those years ago. She’d gone into labor shortly after sunrise, and Emma had been born just before it set. Time moved differently in the enchanted forest, Emma had been born at the end of spring there.

The was air cool enough for the windows to be open in the palace, not frigid like the October chill of Maine Emma had been subjected through in the wardrobe. Today marked one of the best and worst times in her life. Though forgiveness had come, along with acceptance, she still felt a a mix of elation and dread in the pits of her stomach. Of what they lost, but also what they had gained, the last few years had been difficult, but she felt that she and Emma were slowly falling into a normalcy and she wanted so desperately to show her how much loved her, how wanted she was despite some mistakes she made along the way. All parents made them right? It was just normally the children were babies and didn’t remember. Emma was grown, and snow had made several missteps at first, trying to be the perfect mother. She’d learned thier was no such thing, and to stop fighting so hard for her ideals of family and motherhood, and just let it happen naturally. Emma would always be her first born, her baby, and today marked her becoming a mother. So, she was choosing joy. She got up and began to ice Emma’s birthday cake.

Once the sun was up, she dressed and gathered up everything she’d need then headed over to her house. David would be over in a bit once Neal was up to cook Emma a pancake breakfast fit for a princess. She debated knocking out of respect, or calling, she’d been seeing Archie and trying to work on not breaching Emma’s boundaries as much, but it was her birthday, and her inner yearning won out. So she let herself in, bandit style, and moved swiftly and quietly as she unpacked everything in the kitchen. She wanted to be there to wake Emma gently, just this once, and sing her happy birthday. Something she and David had dreamed of before she was born.

Gathering up the little homemade cake, chocolate with sprinkles, not much, snow wasn’t a baker, Mary Margaret was good though, also a good crafter, She should really thank Regina for those skills.

She made her way to Emma’s bedroom, pushing the door open slowly and approaching her side of the bed, sinking down on it, she put the cake on the bedside table, She watched her a moment, like most parents did, cataloguing how like David she was when she slept before she gently touched her arm. “Emma? Hey, sleepy head. It’s your birthday.”

#{ snowbellsxquiver} #snow x Emma #birthday celebration #mother daughter fluff

[drjohndisco]

Shrunk?

Pairing: August/Rain (Ft. Neal) (Chaos House AU)

Word Count: 215 words

Summary: Rain is wet and sleepy, but thankfully they have August to lean on.

‘Rain, you’re soaking wet! What happened?’ Neal asked.

‘I got myself shrunk, and then got stuck in the washing machine.’ Rain replied.

‘Well that was stupid.’ August said.

‘It’s not my fault that your jackets have big pockets!’

‘That’s not what you said yesterday.’

‘Yesterday I wasn’t stuck in one of your pockets!’

( Later )

‘Rain, are you sure you’re doing okay? I know all of this change won’t have been easy for you.’ August said, sitting next to them on the bed. ‘You’ve barely even had your memories for a month, and now you’ve got your wings back? Not to mention you cured my curse by accident!’

‘It’s a lot to process, yeah.’ Rain sighed. ‘Can’t we just lie here for a while? The transformation back to normal size took a lot out of me.’

Rain then leaned over and placed their head onto his legs. August reached behind himself and grabbed Rain’s weighted blanket, placing it over them.

‘I give you permission to put your shoes on the bed.’

‘Okay.’ Rain mumbled, swinging their legs onto the bed and stretching them out. ‘I’ll try not to go to sleep on you.’

‘I won’t mind, even if you do.’

'You're just saying that because your legs haven't quite lost that wooden feeling yet.'

'I will neither confirm 'nor deny that statement.'

'You're so stupid.' Rain laughed.

'Maybe, but you're the one who loves me. We're a right pair aren't we?'

He, however, didn't receive a response as Rain had already gone to sleep.

Tags: @me-myself-and-my-fos @hyperionshipping @dudefrommywesterns

#[r] no strings attached #[f] like a brother to me #universe || chaos house (o.uat au) #my writing* #self ship

[link-sans-specs]

Welcome to Naptime With Link.

Rhett's usually working, which makes me more comfortable to take a nap.

Mythical Society

Rhett & Link Extras- Take a Nap With Link

#mythical society #r&l extras #we took a decent nap #link neal #link avec specs #link sans specs #sweet sleepy boy #yes this is a 25 min video #and after about 4.5 min he doesn't move a muscle #he just sleeps #and it's beautiful #watching his hand rise and fall with his breathing #sigh 🥰 #the nap sherpa #my edit

[mariaalrox-blog]

Love this scene (after Neal arrives at the apartment with a sleepy Henry on his shoulder)

#swanfire #once upon a time

[sqsupernova]

Title: [Art for] Toy Soldiers Link: Click Here To View and Comment Artist: SwanQueenScotty Find them on: -Twitter: Just_Sandz -Tumblr: swanqueenffprompter

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Title: Toy Soldiers Link: Click Here To View and Comment Author: Nightwriter89 Find them on: -Twitter: -Tumblr: rolling-thru-life Rating: Explicit Warning(s): Graphic Depictions Of Violence Words: 27k Summary: Regina Mills is the youngest daughter of Cora and Henry Mills. Cora used to be a child star in a tv show and rose to fame. She is now one of the most wanted actress in America. Cora lost her husband five years ago to cancer, and her oldest daughter Zelena is a rising musical star. Regina never really had any interests in the fine art of acting, she’d rather hiding behind her camera and making obscure photographs. When Cora discovers Regina kissing their neighbor girl, she sends her daughter to conversion camp. Emma Swan is fifteen when she moves in with Mary Margaret and David and little Neal. Emma’s mother, Mary Margaret’s sister, OD’ed and Emma has nowhere else to go. She gets bored out of her mind in sleepy Huntsville and spends her days high on weed on the rooftop of the house. When Emma tells them she’s non-binary and prefers the they/them pronouns, she gets send to conversion camp.

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Remember - writers and artists spent months creating the fics and art you enjoy, so it would mean the world to them if you commented to tell them what you liked! A creator who feels appreciated is a creator who is more likely to write or create art again in the future!

#Emma Swan #Regina Mills #Swan Queen #Swan Queen fanfic #SQ #SQSN VII Reveals

[justanoutlawfic]

Swanfire Month Day 10 | Cursed Personas, set in S7

Emma and Neal are amongst the group that heads to help Henry with the rebellion. They decide to stay there, eventually welcoming their second child, Tallahassee Mary “Tallie” Swan-Cassidy a few years after Lucy is born. All is well.

And then Drizella’s prophecy comes true.

Hook gives the white elephant to Ella and Neal. They hold onto to it as the curse hits while Regina and Emma tend to Henry.

In Hyperion Heights, Freddie Weaver is a washed up musician. He had one hit album but struggled to find success following it. He’s returned to the sleepy suburb with his 5 year old daughter, Tallie. He works as a bar tender for Roni, occasionally playing music. Flat broke, all he wants is to provide for his little girl. All the while trying to avoid the father he hasn’t spoken to in years due to Weaver’s lack of support in Freddie music career.

Nearby, Eve Shepherd runs a ballet studio. Having grown up in a poor family, she now tries to give back to the community by providing free lessons to those in need. Her favorite student just so happens to be Tallie Weaver. Eve finds herself hitting up Roni’s after work to get any excuse to see Tallie’s father. A little jaded from Tallie’s mom (and his own) running out, he takes longer to trust her.

#swanfire month 2022 #swanfire #swanthief #swan thief #emma swan #neal cassidy #ouat #once upon a time

[castielsparkle]

good mythical morning

Good mythical morning bestie ro meep destielgaysex tumblr dot com (<- Your legal name) last night on deviantart i was looking for vintage spn art and i clicked on what i presumed awas an image of sleepy sam winchester from s1 but it Was actually link neal gmm fanart and it was rhink rpf no less. rhett was out of frame

#cas.txt #cas.ask

[dogmomwrites]

Find the Words!

I'm getting caught up again! Thank you for the tag, @k--havok! I'm gonna pass this one along with soft tags to @winglesswriter, @zmwrites, @writting-in-blood, and @inkspellangel, as well as keeping it an open tag for anyone else!

Your words will be declare, remember, warn, exhaustion, and effort. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were head, heart, mind, rib, and hand. I took these excerpts from books 3 and 4 of my fantasy series

Head “Raavi,” Fangsong said, his voice taking on a warning edge, more father than councilman.

“We broke in and took what we needed.”

“By all the gods.” The words came out as a heartfelt groan as his head went to his hands.

There was another silence, this time broken by Pipkin. “I’ve always admired his honesty.”

There was a snort from Lightscar. “Well, Russ, you didn’t raise a liar.”

His only response was another groan, this time without any coherent words.

Heart “Prince Zurkhov’s daughter was eighteen, and took offense to me being so young. She insisted on meeting before allowing the plans to continue to—as I’m told—see if she could suffer me. Turns out she couldn’t. After she forced the plans to be called off—”

“How did she do that?”

“She said she would stab herself through the heart if she was married to me.”

There was a very undignified snort from Jethro, who looked up when they both turned to him. He lifted his furry shoulders in a shrug. “Sorry, it was funny.”

Mind They were awakened late in the afternoon by Saben. Aero grumbled and pulled the thin blanket up over his head.

“The girls wanted to throw a bucket of water on you,” Saben said, amused. “You are welcome I overheard their plan. But come, there is something you two might want to see.”

“What is it?” Aero asked. He lowered the blanket just enough to peek over the edge of it, but made no move to get up.

“An island.”

Sharing a curious look with Nuka, Aero considered staying in bed. He could tell from Nuka’s sleepy thoughtfulness that he was of a similar mind.

Rib Bruises colored his entire left side. His ribs had been broken for sure. The center of the bruise was livid, making it clear he’d been slammed against jutting stone. Bright blue and purple spread out from the center of the bruise, disappearing around his back and under the bandage on his chest. Several red spots lined his hip where one of the creatures had tried to bite him.

Smaller cuts showed where the killing claws on their hind legs had grazed him while the creatures strove to bring him down. Every laceration had been stitched closed with care and precision, but the tiny lines of white thread did nothing to hide the severity of the wounds.

Neal grimaced at the sight. “How are you not dead?” he asked, making Caleb grin.

Hand “You can, of course,” Alaric said, “have a moment to eat before she makes you draw up any of these designs of yours.”

Blue hesitated. “Maybe I should finish designing them,” he said in an undertone to Seen, who laughed.

“Think first, speak later,” he said, clapping a hand on his shoulder and walking with him. “We all keep telling you—when will you learn?”

“Probably never,” Blue grumbled with a sigh.

#find the words #find the word tag #tag game #writer games #open tag #open to everyone #my writing #yavs writing #castle in the ice #castle in the ice series