You know, last year at Comic Con, there was a Jolly Roger set up for the cast to sign autographs….you know, to promote S3.
And then, I was just on twitter, and saw this.
Jolly Roger spotted! Too bad I don’t have any magic beans to trade. @colinodonoghue1 @AdamHorowitzLA #ouat #SDCC2014 http://twitter.com/Lrenny_21/status/492158041479860224/photo/1
So, OBVIOUSLY, Captain Hook/Killian Jones/Colin O’Donoghue for the second year in.a.row. is uh, slightly important to ABC & OUAT.
Can I get a pause now on every CSer concerned about Colin’s worth & longevity? FFS.
And I don’t think we’ve had a gifset with less notes than this one. My mind’s in peace… I’m not giffing swanthief again… :’)
My school was doing an audition for the children version of The Hobbit, but for the 2nd and 3rd graders and I was at kindergarten. They said I was too young and I couldn’t just crash the auditions, but I was like “Hey, I wanna audition.” (x)
[Since being on] Once Upon a Time people think I was like raised on the street and I didn’t know my parents were fairytale characters and I’ve had this rough life.
I thought she was the friendly midwife…
#ouat #i cant believer there is people who think this is the most romantic thing ever#because it is not #it’s pain#it’s a woman who is confessing her parents that she is stuck #in a position where she is hurting all the time #she isn’t saying she wants neal back #she is saying she lost ten years being stuck with a man who caused her nothing but pain #that she couldn’t move on #ten years of pain #of not loving anyone else because she didn’t feel worth being love #this isn’t romantic #this is horrible #this is fucked up #and unhealthy
Jennifer Morrison on wearing the Season 3 finale ball gown.
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Summary: The stupid pirate-reenactment show was Mary Margaret’s idea, and the tickets had cost Emma pretty penny and a lot of raised eyebrows, but Henry had seemed to like the idea, so who was she to complain? What could really happen, anyway? AU, Captain Swan.
Word count: 4700
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Inspired by this.
"Come on Mom, hurry up! We don’t want to be late!" Henry shouts over his shoulder, sprinting down the docks. His plaid flannel, open over his gray t-shirt, flaps out behind him as he runs.
Emma bites her lip, stifling the instinct to warn him not to run on the old wood, creaking under her feet even at her leisurely pace. Though most certainly still a child, at nearly thirteen, he doesn’t seem to think so. He’d scoff at her suggestion.
"I’m coming," she calls back, breaking into a light jog to catch up with him. He waits at the gangplank of the ship, and she pulls their tickets out of the back of her pocket.
The stupid pirate-reenactment show was Mary Margaret’s idea, and the tickets had cost a pretty penny and a lot of raised eyebrows, but she agreed with her best friend in thinking it might be a good way to take Henry’s mind off things. She gets it, of course, and maybe part of it is just becoming a teenager, but he’s been so moody since—
"Wow! Mom, look at this ship! Look at the sails! It looks so real!” Henry yells, already dashing up the gangplank and onto the deck of the ship. His mouth has broken into a grin from ear to ear, and any hesitation she has falls straight from her thoughts. She passes off the tickets to the burly man in the red hat and follows after her son, eyes widening as she takes in the glory of the ship.
He’s right. It is amazing. Shiny dark wood lining the walls of the deck, yellow rails that glimmer like gold, and sails twenty feet high, the ship feels surprisingly brand new and somehow straight out history. It’s surreal, to say the least.
"Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger, folks," the man in the red hat says loudly, rounding her to speak to the crowd gathered on the deck. Emma and Henry take their spots among the others—mostly tourists, men with fannypacks and women who looked like they were named Martha-Heather-Jo—and turn to face the man speaking to them.
"My name is William, and before the show gets started I have a few things to go over. Lifeboats are located along the sides of the ship and are fully equipped with life preservers and oars. Note that we’ll be taking off in a few minutes, and please feel free to take some of the motion sickness patches in the baskets being passed around. If you experience any—"
Emma sighs, drowning out the man’s voice, and lets her eyes explore the ship some more. She’s trailing them over the crow’s nest when she hears Martha-Heather-Jo gasp next to her. She snaps her attention back towards the helm, immediately finding the source of the woman’s shock.
A man in black has taken the stage.
->->->->->->->->->->-> HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU HOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! <-<-<-<-<-<-<-<-<-<-<
Uy, Amanda… I wish I was a master with words so I could tell you all the things I wish for you today. I know life isn’t perfect but I wish for you to have the strenght to face everything that comes your way and that, you know.. even tho I’m not actually there… I am here for you whenever you’re in need. I love you… you’re amazing and I’m so grateful for that day you came in to my life saying you’d kill me. I’d give you all the happiness you deserve and not just today (you don’t look a day over 18 btw ;]) but for every day of your life, if I could. I love youuuuu, my dear!!! I hope you like this little thing I put together just for you.
With all my love, Amanda… HAPPY MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY!!