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wendy darling. winds of night so softly are sighing; they will fly your troubles to sea. ( art: untitled by craig schlewitz ) ( previously captaave )

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so just to clarify,

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how many of y’all on here actually ARE OC friendly? And I don’t mean friendly like, tolerant of. I mean friendly like will follow back and interact with.

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            she bent down, looking at the girl with pleading eyes. the blonde             needed for the young girl to help her if she wanted her son back.             & she wanted her son back more than anything;       he was her             world. she had to get her son back. 

                         ‘ wendy, i know you’re scared, but you have                                 to help me get my son back, please. ‘ 

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                            SCARED LITTLE GIRL     she’d been brave once, but being       brave had put her where emma was. being good & just had left her empty,       had taken her brothers from her.  they’d been like her children once, yet it       had been forgotten in the search for henry. SCARED. these heroes didn’t       know peter like she did. they didn’t understand; she wasn’t scared of him           she just knew what peter pan was capable of.

                             ❝ don’t you get it? i really do WANT to help you, but there’s       nothing i can do. ❞   wendy looks emma over & remembers that hope from       early days. ❝ i’m sorry. i just CAN’T do anything about it. ❞

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' please forgive me ' winks unattractively @ u

                                wendy screams for him to stop, gives a shriek of a JAMES;      silence.  she catches her breath     the fights always exhausted her, and now      this     and she waits.  she closes her eyes, prays something she didn’t know     she remembered from london sundays. hail mary, she whispers, full of grace.      blessed art thou among women. james is talking but wendy keeps praying &     shaking. blessed is the fruit of thy womb, jesus.  he’s asking forgiveness and      she can’t give it just yet, how can she give him that, so early, so fast? james     is LOUDER,  wendy is louder.  holy mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners,     now and at the hour of our death, amen. and it stops. he stops.

                               she hears james walk away. she listens, eyes still shut tight.      ❝ i love you, ❞   wendy tells him, whispers it into the dark of the cabin room.     and she waits. and she slumps against the wall, sits down, head in hands &     she waits until the sleep comes, where in her dream james whispers it back.

[lesbeet]

i was just a silly little girl in love with a silhouette, but oh, how glorious it was to be wrapped in that silky shadow, watched over by the burning sun. i wanted to capture fireflies in ribbon-wrapped mason jars, but he was content ripping off their wings. i told him his way was horrific, he told me mine was just a more subtle execution. he would smile after biting into cherry popsicles, sugary juice coating his teeth— it always looked like blood to me.

serial summers, jk (via fclklore)

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THEY WERE FINALLY LEAVING NEVERLAND. It was almost as if a nightmare was over. & standing on the Jolly Roger was the dream. Yet he knew it was neither. He walked up towards her. Giving her a small smile be- -fore he spoke. ❝ We’ll be back at Storybrooke soon. Which means you’ll be back with your family in no time ! ❞

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                                wendy felt strange, felt uneasy and felt THRILLED.  john &        michael back again      to know they still lived filled her with a warm thing              had always been her sole want. FAMILY. henry was so like his father. &        she’d known it upon first glance. ❝ and i have you to thank for that. you’re        to thank and really i don’t where to start. ❞  but the strangeness, the une-        asy did not budge. the smile dimmed.  ❝ i’m sorry for what i let him do. ❞

[yoursixwordstory]

Don’t love something that isn’t yours.

soulfulreverie (via yoursixwordstory)

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To this day I blame myself.

(via yoursixwordstory)

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no but ships where the guy is big & a jerk to most people & the girl is little & she bosses him around like she isnt tiny & he just does what she wants with a stupid smile on his face bc hes totally whipped & wants to give her everything & is really only tender with her are very important to me. & shes totally in love with him too so when other women look at him she gets all bristly & wants to fight somebody so he just takes her tiny fists in his much bigger hands & kisses her till she relaxes 

[thequeenofsand-archived-deactiv]

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

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Visit Original Link

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these wild oceans shake what’s left of me loose just to hear me cry mercy

[xod]

[jarodleto]

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"I wrap my hands around your neck So tight with love, love” © up in the air by 30 seconds to mars

[paniisms]

                                    ❝ I AM THE BEST THERE EVER WAS !!❞

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AU where everyone has a mark on their body and it shines brightly when they meet/touch the person who will eventually murder them. Send me "Shine" to see my muse's reaction when their mark starts to shine.

(based off this glow meme)

Requested by anonymous.

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biirdisms sent a ☻ for a fluff starter

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The tiny auburn sneaks into her mother’s room, a huge grin coming across her face as she notices the older woman still sleeping. Tip toeing across the floor, she sneaks into the spot next to her, snuggling up close as she plants a kiss against her forehead. “Good Morning, Mommy!”

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                            she’d been dreaming of NEVERLAND (what dream wasn’t of       peter’s island?).  but this dream was long and winding, continuous.  wendy       began to worry when her eyes open and there’s jane,  wonderful & dearest       JANE. she pets her hair, the color of her father’s.  ❝ good morning darling.       what do you want for breakfast, hmm? eggs? PANCAKES? ❞

[bitchoswaldarchive]

i may be short, but i can fuck you up.