Fate

indie Neal Cassidy for Once Upon A Time

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    The white (well…fairly gray due to being dirty)     canine weaved in and out  of all the  people     crowded in the streets of Manhattan - the     prize that he won so obvious in his maw - two      hot dogs that he….well he wouldn’t say steal. More      like saving the day and taste testing so the public     wouldn’t get sick…yeah that was it! Saving his       stomach too from a world of hunger .      Angry yelling could be heard, although it was      being drowned out by people suddenly getting     startled when a fairly large dog was running at     them, almost being knocked to the ground. Some     regained balance, others were not so lucky  as business     papers flew out of their hands as they tumbled to the floor.     The hound turned his head to look behind his shoulder,     hearing angry remarks by the big guy that ran the food cart.     The man was closing in at his heels…although thankfully     being slowed by the crowd. An amused snort came from the stray,     thinking that this guy couldn’t possibly catch up with his super     speed! The thing was…the matted dog didn’t watch where     he was going and suddenly as he turned his head to     look  - it was too late, running straight  into something…or     somebody  & dropping his reward….ow. 

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         A throng of people so thick they became an indistinguishable mass,          the hot sun beating on the pavement and his suit clinging to his back          like a bad hangover. Just another day in Manhattan. Neal had been          living in Manhattan for awhile now and had grown used to the hustle          and bustle of the streets. It was second nature to weave between the          people, sucking in his stomach when he had slide past someone.          Hey, so he’d let himself go a little, but it beat starving.

         A bit ahead of him there was a commotion, but there was always a          commotion somewhere and he hardly paid any attention. Until he          almost tripped over himself when a dog ran into him. A string of hot          dogs and a red-faced cart owner was all it took for Neal to put two          and two together.

         “Stop that mutt,” the cart owner cried, and Neal took a step between          the dog and the cart.

         “Hey, what are you gonna do,” Neal asked. “You’re not gonna pick          those up and sell them to people are you?” The aforementioned hot          dogs were sitting on the dirty sidewalk, a sheen of dog saliva covering          them and an indention of the canine’s teeth visible.

         His question seemed to draw a few eyes, curiously wondering if that          was the plan, and the cart owner quieted down.

         “No, I just... well that dog...” and then he seemed to get frustrated. Taking          the hot dogs would just look bad no matter what. You really couldn’t win          against a dog. With a disgruntled look thrown at both Neal and the dog,          the cart owner backed off.

         Neal turned, eyes drifting down to the dog. “You are one lucky dog,” he told him.

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|| You Can’t See The Forest For The Wolves ||

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         The look in the young man’s eyes as he had thought that his arrow had hit deer and then the realization that overcome him was worth every moment. Foolish young man, not to label him too soon however.

         When the young man called out, the Huntsman stepped out from his coverage in the thicket, bow held firmly in his hand. “It was not your shot that was bad, it was your arrow.” And the bow, and how he held the pair, and his stance. If all the above was right, he shot would have been decent, half decent. The young man’s aim wasn’t too far off.

        Even though the Huntsman had responded, it appeared as if he were ignoring the young man, as he had walked right past him and over to the fresh kill. As he crouched down, he listened carefully to hear if the young was going to follow behind him; he had.

        As he reached out, placing his hand around the barrel of the arrow, a tear fell down the man’s cheek. He hated having to kill any animal; they were innocent, they didn’t deserve this. However, the deer’s death was of justifiable cause, to feed the Huntsman, and probably that young man, who probably had much hunger as well.

         “Forgive me,” the words were low spoken and followed by the Huntsman removing the arrow from the deer carcass. He proceeded to place the arrow back in his quiver. Afterwords, his hand fell to reach for his dagger.

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The other man stepped out, all scruff and forest, and walked right past him towards the deer. Not before giving him some vague advice, of course. Baelfire watched him steadily, unsure of what to make of him, but followed him out of curiosity. He didn’t seem malicious and Baelfire was always one to believe the best in people. The man could have just as easily shot him rather than the deer after all. 

At the deer, the man crouched and Baelfire could sense the change come over him. He was sad to have killed this animal. Actually remorseful over its death. That sealed it for Baelfire. Whoever this was, he was obviously a good man. Baelfire pushed his cloak back and crouched as well, eyes lowering out of respect. This animal had died so that others could be fed. He’d rather there had been a different way, but at least this hunter had made the passing quick. If Baelfire’s shot had hit, he probably would have hit a non-lethal area and dragged out the creature’s death or, worse, only injured it permanently.

With a swift jerk and a murmured apology, the hunter pulled the arrow out and the moment passed.

“It was better that you did it,” he started softly, watching as the man pulled his knife out next. “It would have suffered more if my arrow had hit.” 

[ciderandsawdust]

Our first attempt at a Swedish fire log was a smashing success.

[h-o-r-n-g-r-y]

burns for hours and it looks beautiful.

[the-tricksters-neophyte]

I have no idea how you make a Swedish fire log

but i have a MIGHTY NEED for a Swedish fire log

[sam-winchester-cries-during-sex]

Here’s how to make a Swedish fire log for those who are curious

and these are hella good for cooking on top of too- wanna cook something in a pan? You got yourself a li’l stove right there.

[introverted-prep-deactivated201]

Hella cool but not really because FIRE

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|| You Can’t See The Forest For The Wolves ||

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         The leaves rustled and crunched in the near distance; something or someone else was near. It was midday, near when the deer and fawns would be prancing around in the clearings, looking for food, as was the Huntsman. As of this time however, now animals came out to play, something was off, someone else was there.

         The Huntsman slowly crept through the thicket, keeping himself in the cover of the trees. When he looked across the clearing, he saw a young man with dark brown hair fiddling with poorly made bow and arrow. What did that young man think he was trying to do? If he was trying to hunt, he sure was failing at it.

        Finally this young man had readied the bow, correctly. The Huntsman furrowed his brows and his line of sight followed to where the young man was attempting to aim. His line of vision fell upon a deer. He looked back to the young man, scoffing to himself. That arrow is not going to go anywhere.

        By the time that the young man was ready to shoot the arrow, because it happened to fall out of his hand, the Huntsman had already readied his bow aiming it at the deer’s breast. He glanced back over to the young man. When the young man fired the arrow, so did the Huntsman. Of course, the young man’s arrow had flopped to the ground and the Huntsman’s had hit the deer.

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Baelfire hadn’t been on his own for very long. It was hard flying under the radar from his papa, the Dark One, who he was sure was turning over every stone in search of his runaway boy. Well, he wasn’t a boy anymore and he wasn’t staying with his papa. Not when he continued down this path of darkness and refused any help.

Of course, leaving hadn’t been easy, and he had procured a cloak that prevented him from being found through magical means. The next hurdle had been fending for himself. Taking jobs was easy enough, when he could find them. Other times, like now, he had to resort to a hunting for his food. It wasn’t something that quite set well with him but the only other option was stealing (which he had done) or starving. He had decided to try his hand at hunting before skipping straight to stealing. 

It wasn’t going well, to say the least. Having become so engrossed in notching his arrow he was completely unaware of anyone looking on. He would’ve been quite embarrassed to realize someone was watching him fumble with the arrow. 

Finally, arrow notched, he pulled it back and, grateful that the deer hadn’t moved on, let it loose.

For a moment, he was stunned. The arrow hit the deer in one clean stroke and it crumbled to its knees. Before he could hail himself as some archery prodigy, however, he realized that that was not his arrow. His had definitely fallen limply to the ground. He picked it up and looked around.

“Now I know my shot was bad,” he said to the empty clearing, “but there’s no need to show me up like that.” Calling what he had done a ‘shot’ was a generous term.

[spiritscalling]

Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

[roleplayermemes]

‘Robert Frost‘ Quotes; sentence starters

“Don’t ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.”

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.”

“Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”

“Freedom lies in being bold.”

“The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.”

“Forgive me my nonsense., as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.”

“The best way out is always through.”

“I’m not confused. I’m just well mixed.”

“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”

“By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.”

“It’s a funny thing that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.”

“The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that’s the worst place to drive.”

“You can’t get too much winter in the winter.”

“I’d just as soon play tennis with the net down.”

“What we live by, we die by.”

“Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.”

“Education doesn’t change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.”

“The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.”

“You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father’s.”

“Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.”

“Thinking isn’t agreeing or disagreeing. That’s voting.”

“Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.”

“If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.”

“I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old.”

“We love things we love for what they are.”

“The only certain freedom’s in departure.”

“The artist in me cries out for design.”

“You have freedom when you’re easy in your harness.”

“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”

“A successful lawsuit is the one worn by a policeman.”

“To be social is to be forgiving.”

“They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.”

“Humor is the most engaging cowardice.”

“Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.”

“One aged man - one man - can’t fill a house.”

“If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.”

“Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me.”

“I’m not a teacher, but an awakener.”

“I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.”

“Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.”

“I’m against homogenized society, because I want the cream to rise.”

“Poetry is what is lost in translation.”

“The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.”

“I had a lovers quarrel with the world.”

“Good fences make good neighbors.”

“One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.”

“Nothing gold can stay.”

“Never cut what you can untie.”

[mrsemmacassidy]

Let's Be Us Again

[mrsemmacassidy]

Emma was happy that Neal didn’t pull away when she went to kiss him. She wasn’t sure if she was going to fast and yet a part of her felt that it wasn’t too fast at all. Kissing him felt like she was finally home. She smiled a soft shy smile when they broke for but a moment before he kissed her again. Her mouth opened to allow him entrance, while her hands wrapped around his neck and one of them went to tangle into his hair. 

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Neal breathed in deeply as his tongue explored her mouth, her finger tips sending shivers through his scalp. He moaned softly, teeth grazing against her lower lip as his hand ran up her backside. Before he could let their kiss get any more heated, he pulled back with a reminder to himself that they were in a diner. “Sorry,” he breathed. “It’s just been awhile.” It had taken a considerable amount of will power for him to draw back from that.

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“Ahhhh, fuck, yes,” he groaned and let his head fall back. His hands, unable to stay still, continued to run through her hair to make sure it stayed out of her way. Her mouth was hot and wet on his dick and it felt amazing. “That feels amazing.”

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AHAHAHA NO DRAFTS FOR ME

I think

Unless I missed something

and if I did let me know

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It wasn’t as if she was staring at his lips or anything. Nope, of course not. Emma blushed deeper when she realized she almost moaned at the sighed of him licking his lip. What was wrong with her?

She needed to focus. “Well, our son found me.” She said. “I was living in Boston and it was my twenty eighth birthday. I was working as a bounty hunter. And uh, I came home, took out a cupcake and lit a candle. I made a wish that I wouldn’t have to be alone on my birthday.” She said, with a small smile. “Next thing I know, a ten year old boy knocked on my door and told me he was my son.”

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If Emma was distracted by him, Neal hadn't picked up on it. He listened attentively to her story. Her birthday. He had spent that day thinking of her, mostly getting drunk and telling the bartender about how he’d left the love of his life. To think she had met Henry that night, had probably been meeting her parents when he was in the throws of his hangover the next morning. 

“Are you telling me,” he started. “Henry came all the way to Boston on his own to meet you?” His eyebrows rose in disbelief. “How did he even know where you were?”

[ofbearclaws-blog]

Meeting By Chance||Emma & Baelfire

[ofbearclaws-blog]

She smiled and blushed lightly at his words. “Thanks.” She was a bit surprised when he asked her to share a drink with him. A part of her was hesitant. After all, he was a complete stranger. For all she knew he was some kind of pervert.

But, he seemed alright, so Emma decided to accept. She could handle herself, after all. “A drink? Hmmm. Okay.” She said, nodding.

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“Right this way then.” He grinned and directed her towards the local tavern. He’d been in a few times and it was a nice enough place. He didn’t think any place would ever be nice enough for her, but this was all he could offer. He let her walk in first and they made their way to the bar.

“What do you want?”

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Bonnie and Clyde Act

[ofbearclaws-blog]

She felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked at him. He was adorable with that pout of his. “You think we should steal another blanket?” She asked. “Okay. We’ll definitely need one. I’d suggest pillows too, but we don’t even have beds.”

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“Well we have the backseat.” He gestured behind them. “Doesn’t exactly fit two comfortably though.” Neal stretched out in his seat, arms going behind his head. “If you need anything, wake me up.” His eyes closed. Though they had just met. Neal already felt comfortable around her. In fact, he was quite taken with her if he was honest. It was a new and wonderful feeling that made him happy just to look at her, even just be near her. But he didn’t want to push her and he was content to take it slow. This was one thing he didn’t want to screw up. 

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Neal took a sharp intake as her mouth closed around his dick. He pushed her hair back, not wanting it to get in the way, and held her gently there. She controlled the pace and how far she went, but his hand was cradled the back of her head. “Fuck Emma, your mouth feels so good.” He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations. 

[baelfiresgirl]

Rachel had everything but her shoes. She didn’t know where they were or she would’ve had them on and ready for her daddy to tie them for her; tying shoes wasn’t an easy thing. So, while she waited for Neal she colored at the kitchen table.

While they were headed to the zoo today, she still had on her tutu and that tutu stuck out from under the table. Coloring and tutus were her favorite things in the world - as were elephants. Rachel was drawing a picture of said creature, but it was purple with green spots.

Hearing her daddy speak, she looked up. A brought smile spread over her face. Even though it had been less than a half hour since she’d seen him, it thrilled the little girl. Rachel didn’t really remember a time when she didn’t live with Neal and she couldn’t imagine living without him.

Rachel adored her daddy. She wanted to do everything for him so he was proud. “I drew this for you, daddy! Do you like it?” she asked, looking up at her father for approval.

"Uh-huh, I’m ready," she chirped. "You had my shoes when you got the waffles from the freezer. Maybe they’re there?" Rachel cocked her head to one side and smiled sheepishly at him.

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Neal took a look at the drawing, noting it was another elephant, (she drew so many that even if they were purple with green spots he could identify the) and grinned. “It’s beautiful sweetheart,” he said, bending to kiss the top of her head. “We’re gonna have to put you in art school kid.”

As she suggested that her shoes might be in the freezer, Neal chuckled and went to it. He mainly opened the freezer door to amuse her, but when it swung open indeed there were her shoes on top of a bag of peas. Neal blinked in surprise.

“You know, I think daddy didn’t have enough coffee this morning.” He retrieved her shoes, a little cold to the touch but they hadn’t been in there long. Taking them, he crouched in front of her.

“Alright, how about you tie one and I tie one?” She had to start learning eventually, he reasoned. “You can watch me do it and then do it yourself.” 

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Neal pushed himself up and started to undo his pants. “I’ll leave you to find that out,” he replied. Once his pants and boxers were down, his hard cock broke free, standing at attention. He breathed heavily, the slightest movement stimulating his sensitive member. 

[therpwishlist-blog]

The Garage Band

Muse A and Muse B are part of a small garage band with their friends. They practice three times a week in Muse A’s band, covering their favorite songs. They love each other’s company, and usually wind up sitting around and talking rather than practicing. Muse A dreams of making it big, but Muse B is content with just goofing around and enjoying the music. When they wind a local Battle of the Band’s contest, Muse A gets very serious about the band, demanding longer and more focused practices and more original songs. Muse B begins thinking that Muse A’s attitude is a pain, and decides they don’t want fame and fortune, they just wanted the friendship all along. Will their differences tear their friendship - and their band - apart?

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Neal eagerly licked her up, his tongue flicking out to get every last bit of her cum. When he was finished, he leaned back and his hands came down to rest on her thighs again. “Like I said, delicious.” He grinned up at her. It was obvious by now that he had a hard on in his pants, his cock straining against the material of his jeans to form a tent.