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ravenhairedbandit:

“Did you find one?”

She asked her, not quite able to hide the curious look in her eyes. She couldn’t help but smile as she met her gaze.

“Sadly no, there are either long abandoned buildings or too expensive ones.” Sister Mary shook her head frowning. “I was thinking that we could hang something on the bulletin board at the elementary school, if that’s okay with you. Maybe the kids or their parents know something fitting and call back.”

"Wait. Wait. You did what now?"

Best Friend Starters

“You heard right, I’ve been looking for available shops in town to make myself more independent. Maybe that way we get more customers for our candles. We could need that, now that Miner’s Day is coming.”

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Reblog if you are willing to write in-depth, significant, and valued FRIENDSHIPS.

There is so much focus on romantic/sexual relationships lately. Friendships are incredibly important for characters too, and deserve as much love and attention as romantic/sexual relationships.

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surrexitpetalis :

Gaston hadn’t spoken to Iridessa in the immediate aftermath of the curse. Granted, he’d barely spoken to anyone, but he’d found himself actively avoiding her. Gaston had never thought himself a coward, but the deliberate act of isolation had seemed a great deal more comforting than addressing…anything. Anything at all. 

And then suddenly she was gone, and he’d been left in Storybrooke, alone. It had been enough, in the panic and confusion of the entire fairy population’s disappearance, to snap Gaston out of his despondency. Enough to make him realise...

“I thought you’d gone,” he admitted softly. It was a perfectly matter-of-fact statement, spoken with all the care Gaston usually poured into his words, but there was a flicker along the edges of it. An old familiarity. Garret hadn’t cared exceptionally for Mary, not as much as he no doubt should– he’d barely cared for anything that wasn’t himself– but she was his friend. Which, by proxy, made her Gaston’s friend, too. And he cared a great deal more. 

“I didn’t-…”

Gaston straightened, as if redirecting himself from a line he had no intention of crossing. Sentimentally–proper…genuine…feeling– may have been closer to the surface than Gaston was willing to admit, but it was still new. He’d never been especially good at adapting, let alone articulating.

He risked a smile. It was a thin, tentative thing, as out of place on Gaston’s face as a wink. But there was a definite…oldness to it. Gaston hadn’t forgotten Mary. Old memories hadn’t erased new; they’d simply been….re-contextualised.

“I’m…glad, too.”

Her features lightened up visibly at the rare sight of him smiling. For some reason it made her incredibly proud of bringing it back to Gaston’s face, even if it was not nearly half as bright as the one Garret had always flashed at Mary whenever they met but it happened to suit him a lot better.

“I’m sorry you had to think that.” Dessa returned, softly touching his cheek. “Funny enough it was one of the last things I thought of, when I saw the others getting sucked in.” She admitted, as she took her hand back to place it in her lap. “I wasn’t much worried about myself, because I somehow knew it would eventually be my turn. I was more scared how it would affect you when you get to know about it. Even though we haven’t been speaking much lately.”

Aftermath  (“stay .. please” meme) - surrexitpetalis

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If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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"Wait. Wait. You did what now?"

Best Friend Starters

“You heard right, I’ve been looking for available shops in town to make myself more independent. Maybe that way we get more customers for our candles. We could need that, now that Miner’s Day is coming.”

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askifwehaveavocados : 

          Ruby considered the question, head canted as she hummed in thought. Truthfully, the she-wolf had never tried to zero in on the scent of particular fairies. Save maybe for Dessa, who carried a hint of vanilla about her; whether that was a perfume choice or something that was specific to her, Ruby had never given much consideration to.

          ❝ Well, you smell a little more like vanilla than the rest of them, but I don’t make a habit of going around, sniffing fairies, ❞ she teased.

“Oh how dare you.” Dessa blushed giggling but shook her head. “Imagine Blue’s reaction if she caught you sniffing on her. Nah, better not. But hey, Granny and her seemed to be friends. Maybe she could tell you if there’s a difference.” 

The light talent joked but grew more serious again as she glanced at Ruby. “I mean... Granny’s like you, isn’t she?”

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Anyone who hates the blue fairy can kindly get off my lawn, thank you.

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Meanwhile at the convent

Dessa: Alright we'll take turns again at watching over Blue.

Tink: Exactly. While I'm gonna head off to prepare everything for the shocking, long overdue true loves kiss wake-up by the florist.

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the walking dead starters ( season 7 episode 1.)

( also known as the meme that will destroy your soul. or as the meme where 98% is negan quotes.) !!! SPOILER ALERT !!! IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED FIRST EP OF SEASON 7 YET !!!

“ what? was the joke that bad?”

“ i’m gonna kill you.”

“ what? i didn’t quite catch that. you’re gonna have to speak up.”

“ not today. not tomorrow… but i’m gonna kill you.”

“ well, we can just turn these people inside out, won’t we? i mean, the one’s that are left.”

“ let’s go for a ride.”

“ wow, what a piece of shit!”

“ ‘i’m gonna kill you’ - are you kiddin’ me?”

“ did you see what just happened, what i just did?”

“ your best chance is to stand up, grab that ax, and drive it through the back of my head.”

“ keep actin’ tough.”

“ go ahead. grab the damn ax.”

“ drop it.”

“ don’t make me get up again.”

“ well, look at that. dawn is breakin’. it’s a brand-new day.”

“ i want you to think about what could’ve happened. think about what happened. and think about what can still happen.”

“ that remind you of anybody you know?”

“ you are mine.”

“ let’s be friends.”

“ no. doesn’t work like that, ___. not anymore.”

“ think about what happened.”

“ i simply cannot decide.”

“ i got an idea. eenie… meenie… miney….”

“ you can breathe. you can blink. you can cry. hell, you’re all gonna be doin’ that.”

“ oh! look at that! taking it like a CHAMP!”

“ suck. my. nuts.”

“ did you hear that?”

“ oh, my goodness! look at this!”

“ sweetheart, lay your eyes on this.”

“ oh damn… were you– were you together?”

“ that sucks.”

“ you should know, there was a reason for all this.”

“ he just took one, or six or seven for the team!”

“ so take a damn look.”

“ take a damn look!”

“ that? oh, my! that. that is a no-no.”

“ that whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here.”

“ do you want me to do it?”

“ no, you don’t kill them… not until you try a little.”

“ that’s not how it works.”

“ now, i already told you, first one’s free, then – what’d i say?”

“ i said i would shut that shit down! no exceptions.”

“ now, i don’t know what kind of lying assholes you’ve been dealing with, but i’m a man of my word.”

“ first impressions are important.”

“ i need you to know me.”

“ buddy, you still there?”

“ i just don’t know. it seems like you’re trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit!”

“ -and it is gross as shit!”

“ oh… oh, hell, i can see this is hard on you.”

“ i am sorry. i truly am. but i did say it; no exceptions!”

“ you bunch of pussies. i’m just gettin’ started.”

“ she is a vampire bat.”

“ people died, ___. it’s what happened. doesn’t mean the rest of ’em have to.”

“ i thought you were the guy, ___. maybe you’re not.”

“ we’ll give it one more go. now i really want you to try this time.”

“ last chance.”

“ clock is ticking, ___! think about what could still happen.”

“ we’re here, prick.”

“ this must be hard for you, right?”

“ i mean, you have been king shit for so long.”

“ that is some screwed up shit!”

“ you were in charge. hell, you were probably addicted to it.”

“ you can still lead a nice, productive life, producing for me.”

“ i think you’re gonna need it. i just got a feelin’. so take it.”

“ speak when you’re spoken to!”

“ the way that you looked at me, i wanted to change that.”

“ i wanted you to understand. but you’re still looking at me the same damn way.”

“ do i give you another chance?”

“ and here it is, the grand-prize game.”

“ what you do next will decide whether you crap day becomes everyone’s last crap day, or just another crap day.”

“ you a south-paw?”

“ am i a what?”

“ that hurt? should. it’s supposed to.”

“ get down on the ground. spread them wings!”

“ you got a pen?”

“ sorry, kid.”

“ please, please. please don’t.”

“ please don’t.”

“ me? i ain’t doin’ shit.”

“ now, i know- i know, you’re gonna have to process that for a second. still though, i’m gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die.”

“ i’m gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it.”

“ you- you don’t have to do this.”

“ now, i know this is a screwed-up thing to ask.”

“ it can- it can- it can be me. it can be me. y-you can do it to me.”

“ i c- i can go with- with you.”

“ no. this is the only way.”

“ not making a decision is a BIG decision.”

“ you really want to see all these people die? you will. you will see every. ugly. thing.”

“ oh, my god. are you gonna make me count?”

“ okay, you win. i am counting. three!”

“ please! please! it can be me! please!”

“ please, don’t do- ah… ahhh!”

“ just do it.”

“ you answer to me. you provide for me. you belong to me. right?”

“ that is the look i wanted to see.”

“ we did it. all of us, together. even the dead guys on the ground. hell, they get the spirit award, for sure!”

“ today was a productive damn day!”

“ now, i hope, for all your sake, that you get it now… that you understand how things work.”

“ things have changed.”

“ whatever you had going for you, that is over now.”

“ he’s got guts. not a little bitch like someone i know.”

“ i like him. he’s mine now.”

“ but you still wanna try something, i will cut pieces off of… hell’s his name?”

“ wow, that actually sounds right.”

“ i will cut pieces off of ___ and put them on your doorstep - or better yet,  i will bring ___ to you and have you do it for me.”

“ welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits!”

“ you need to sit down.”

“ you need to go get ready. to fight them.”

“ we would die, all of us.”

“ go home. take everybody with you. i can get there by myself.”

“ you can barely stand up.”

“ you were out– out here for me.”

“ i can make it now, i need you to go back, i can’t have you out here.”

“ we’re not letting you go, okay?”

“ it’s not gonna happen.”

“ i’m not giving you a choice.”

“ i need to do this, please.”

“ i got it.”

“ pl- pl- please let us.”

“ he- he’s out family t- he’s our family, too.”

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Dessa nodded silent and stepped aside to let him inside. The last thing she wanted was to make the situation even more awkward for both of them by letting Gaston stay outside in the rain. 

“Please, come in.” The fairy offered and closed the workshop door behind them before she continued to speak. “I’m sorry too for pushing it. We were both overreacting… because of the emotional state of the situation.” She apologized for her own outburst the night before. 

' You came back. '

Gaston stood awkwardly in the workshop doorway, stooped, as always, to accommodate. He’d tried to avoid Iridessa’s eye– tried to stand, stiff and tall, and stare resolutely over her head. But it had been a battle hard-lost. Some things, Gaston had slowly begun to learn, weren’t always so easily transferred over from the old world. Especially after last night. 

He met her gaze, briefly, desperately, and immediately looked away. 

“I didn’t want-…”

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Cher - The Shoop Shoop Song (It’s in His Kiss)

No regrets for posting this

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David Arnold, Kids of Appetite

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askifwehaveavocados :

          ❝ And where else would I be, hmm? ❞ Considering the holiday, perhaps with a lover, but Ruby was just as single as she had been during the curse ( though with markedly fewer – read: nonexistent – random make-out sessions with questionable men ).

          ❝ I can try to help. You fairies have a distinct smell. ❞ Pausing, she hummed to herself, trying to describe the faint aroma that lingered on her kind. ❝ Like a mixture of trees and strawberries and … well, fairy dust. ❞

“That would help a great deal for sure. Thank you.” The light talent raised her brows in surprise about the scent revelation and leaned forward on the counter with shown interest. 

“Tell me more about that. Can you make a difference between our talents as well? I mean since we all have different colors and dust back in the forest. Like does Blue smell the same as I do for example?” 

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viridisalae :

“Hey!” Tink slapped her playfully but she was right, were Tink to bring men to the convent it would probably be someone her friends were already comfortable with, like August or Victor or Bae.

“Yeah my place is real nice.” And not really one she wanted to leave. “Maybe this isn’t about me, maybe you want to ask your little animal honey to move closer to home?” Tink grinned, now that was an idea she could get behind.

“Mmhmm, though the question is how? I know they both love the shelter. Fawn’s been living there for the past 30 years. It would be like asking her to give up her talent.”

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surrexitpetalis :

The effect was instantaneous: Gaston drew himself mutely back, bolt upright against Iridessa’s couch cushions. The spark of gentleness was gone. 

There were many things Gaston Legume Could Not Do, even with Iridessa’s gentle coaxing. There were things simply too ingrained to lose. Gaston had never quite grasped the concept of Storybrooke normality; even with 30 years worth of cursed memories he could never be a civilian. He could never, not even in Dessa’s company, completely, wilfully relax. 

To admit to weakness was…unthinkable. Gaston had brought that with him, clung to it with as much grace as he clung to his knighthood. Especially here, especially now, it was abhorrent. A step away from treason.

When Gaston spoke, it was like two great iron doors swinging shut. 

“I’m fine.”

“Sure, keep lying to yourself like that. I know what I saw.” Dessa retorted and got back to her feet, leaving the room to make some tea. She hated herself for reacting so bitchy. That wasn’t who she was, but maybe it was the reaction he might needed to rethink his behavior. 

A little huff escaped her, while she set up the water filled kettle on the stove. Gaston had helped her so much the night before by simply being there and listen, when the fairy herself had a nightmare.

“I just want to return his kind gesture from last night. Why must it be so difficult?!” she mainly spoke to herself, searching for answers.

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Again he hung in the darkness, falling gently, feather-light, through the black fathoms of oblivion. There was nothing here: no sight, no sound, not even a breath, not even his own heartbeat. Utter stillness. 

And the petals. They fell faster than him, fluttering out of the darkness like paper rubies, fresh and dewy and perfectly formed. They settled on his cheeks, across his chest, his lips. First two, then four, then eight, multiplying over and over again until he could no longer pull away, until the endless darkness became an endless red.

Then slowly, silently, voiceless and thoughtless and utterly blind, as the fluttering grew to a storm and the weight became too much, he began to choke.

Gaston’s nightmares were nothing so substantial as dreams. They contained no monsters, no beasts, no snarling, snapping terrors. Those he could deal with. Those he could fight. The art of metaphor was lost on Gaston, but this he could never…this he’d never managed…-

He jerked awake mid-gasp, his throat clogged with phantom rose petals, to a hand gripping his shoulder.