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Canadian. Nerd. 30. Fanfic reader extraordinaire. Captain Swan has pretty much taken over this blog. A dose of BtVS. Also Star Wars, Star Wars, Star Wars.

[the-wanton-house-wife]

You’re welcome 🧄

[marst-n]

Stuck at home? Here’s an isolation survival post:

(Everything here is free to use! Feel free to add on. Links were purposefully broken to avoid Tumblr’s spam prevention.)

Social:

discordapp.com/ - Like Skype but better, more accessible, smoother, and with more features. Call, play games, and chat with friends.

twitch.tv/ - Watch and chat with people doing everything from gaming to cooking to teaching.

Reading:

whichbook.net/ - helps you find what book to read

overdrive.com/ - Free audiobooks through your public library

standardebooks.org/ebooks/ - Free ebooks

rbdigital.com/ - Free audiobooks and ebooks through your public library

Movies:

www.kanopy.com/ - Free movies through your public library

www.ted.com/ - Watch lots of educational and inspiring talks

Hobbies:

join.skillshare.com/ - Learn how to do virtually anything with 2 free months of premium

scratch.mit.edu/ - Make a game or movie, super easy to use, good introductory programming “language”

gimp.org/downloads/ - Free photoshop-like program.

twinery.org/ - Make a text-based game

pixologic.com/sculptris/ - make 3D models

unity.com/ - Make a 3D game

yoyogames.com/gamemaker - make a 2D game

spotify.com/us/ - Listen to music

travelandleisure.com/attractions/museums-galleries/museums-with-virtual-tours - Museums with virtual tours

Dungeons and Dragons: (play over Discord!) (DM me if you want PDFs of the Handbooks)

probablybadrpgideas.tumblr.com/post/612459866001391616/basic-rules-for-dungeons-dragons-dungeons - The Basics

entertainment.howstuffworks.com/leisure/brain-games/beginners-guide-dungeons-and-dragons.htm - Learn to play

roll20.net/ - Make maps/play online

Video Games:

itch.io/ - play hundreds of games

freegameplanet.com/ - Even more free games!

dolphin-emu.org/ - Play Gamecube and Wii games

Phone Apps:

sourceforge.net/projects/gameboid/ - Play gameboy games

smartphones.gadgethacks.com/how-to/10-must-play-free-puzzle-games-for-iphone-android-0178848/ - list of puzzle games

Cooking:

fridgetotable.com/ - Input ingredients you have and get recipes you can make.

youtube.com/user/DepressionCooking - Learn how to cook with limited ingredients from a lovely old woman who lived during the Great Depression

butterwithasideofbread.com/homemade-bread/ - Make bread with yeast

letsdishrecipes.com/traditional-irish-soda-bread/ - Make bread without yeast

Other tips:

Take care of yourself (eat well, shower often, wear clean clothes, exercise, clean your space)

Talk with people

Do what makes you happy

Take time away from screens

Play – with your pets, your kids, your friends. Keep yourself active and busy and happy.

[finehoney]

im so ready to be in a relationship so whenever the universe is ready hmu with a keeper

[finehoney]

i posted this yesterday then today this cute boy held my hand and now he is sending me memes

[librarydvd]

Reblog for love

[maobeedong]

i reblogged this yesterday and my crush kissed me today

[billbenbev-deactivated20200214]

Reblogging for love

[ripplestitchskein]

Whether We Wake or Sleep part 9

Part One     Part Two     Part Three     Part Four   Part Five     Part Six     Part Seven     Part Eight

On AO3

Word Count: approx 7.4K+  

Rating: Teen & Up  (Will be Mature or Explicit in later chapters)

Summary: A canon-divergence set after Killian and Emma return to Rumpelstiltskin’s castle, an expanded epic Captain Swan adventure. Killian and Emma must work to break a new curse, one with an unsettling timeline, and align themselves with friends and foes alike.

Notes: As always thanks to my instrumental wife @caprelloidea​ for the read through and the expert beta. And my love to Mandy @thesschesthair​ for my beautiful banner. I want to thank all of you who have stuck with this story (THAT WILL BE FINISHED). Please reblog and let me know what you think!

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Betrayal. That was the only word Emma could think of. It wasn’t the right word. He wasn’t being malicious, but it was all she could feel at Killian’s reluctant admission. Betrayal. It was ridiculous, but it still burned hotly under her skin, stuck in her throat, made her mouth dry and her ears burn.

Graham.

It was an unspoken agreement in Storybrooke not to mention the former Sheriff. Not to speculate or question the manner of his death. Everyone followed the rules for their own reasons. Some out of respect for Emma. Some out of fear of the Evil Queen. The only acknowledgement to the man who had served them for so long was a worn pair of boots and a plaque hung on the station wall. A grave Emma had never visited in the cemetery. And when someone slipped, with a fond remembrance or an anecdote about his life in the town, something he had done or a joke he had told, it was quickly glossed over. The subject was always changed with an awkward laugh or a hesitant glance in her direction. Everyone knew not to remind her of him. Of his death. That look in her eyes, the one Killian had described, was all the grief and anger and powerlessness. The how’s and why’s, and the injustice of it all. The constant stream of bad thing after bad thing that had buried Graham’s death down deep, where it couldn’t be examined, couldn’t be looked at too closely.

Emma wasn’t even sure she had ever really had a chance to breathe after Graham died, much less grieve him. There was always too much to deal with. Regina. Henry. Mary Margaret. Neal. The town. Memories lost and gained. Too much, too fast and all the while a man was forgotten.

For her son, for Henry, she always let her thoughts of Graham dance around the specifics. It was better if he never came up at all. Better for Henry. Better for Emma. Better for Storybrooke.

The simple truth of the matter was Emma couldn’t bear to look Graham’s killer in the face, day after day, and still work with the woman against the unspeakable darkness looming over them. Emma couldn’t work with Regina to save the town if she let herself remember what the woman had done. She couldn’t let herself think of how senseless it was that a good man was gone. Out of jealousy. Out of spite. Emma couldn’t co-parent and be the mother Henry needed if she acknowledged the mysteries surrounding an innocent man’s death. Better to shove it down, keep moving, ignore the obvious. Forget the past. Regina had done unspeakable things. It was easy to justify, to forget, to focus on the present.

And now here he was again, hidden in the shadows of grief in Killian’s eyes as he looked at her, his face cast into darkness by the firelight. Emma set her jaw. She felt almost guilty that she hadn’t realized Graham would be here, in this time, alive. She felt guilty that it had been so long since she had even thought of him. The shoelace around her wrist was a tribute to him that had grown commonplace. Another piece of her daily routine. She hadn’t spared a thought for him in so many months, there was always too much going on. And now, this.

“No,” she said simply, and stood. Her limbs were buzzing, heavy with exhaustion but itching to move, to run, to get away.

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[doodley-bug]

Read left to right.

the tale of Emma Swan

[captainswanouat]

365 days of captain swan :: day 292

[pocket-anon]

A Fairytale Beginning (Epilogue)

Hey, strangers! Remember me? You all don’t know how sorry I am that it took me such an embarrassingly long time to turn out the last bit of this story. The guilt of not having finished it has been hanging over my head for over a year, but between real-life stressors and the near-complete absence of a muse, well, words have been really hard. Still, I promised myself I would finish this sometime this spring, and it felt right to release it around the time of the series finale as a way of paying tribute to the show and the fandom that helped shape the last few years of my life. You guys have been amazing. Your words of appreciation and encouragement mean more to me than you’ll ever know, and I’ll treasure them always. Thanks to those of you who have stuck with me for all your love and support. 

Find it on AO3 and FFN.  Missed a chapter?  Get caught up here.

Summary:  Killian Jones, the notorious Captain Hook, has been on a quest to kill the Dark One and avenge the death of his first love for over one hundred fifty years. But when he crosses the Evil Queen, he’s magically transported to New York City, a strange land full of fascinating wonders, the foremost of which is Emma Swan, a cynical single mother with no time for fairy tales, real or imagined. A Captain Swan Enchanted AU.   (Captain Swan modern AU, Captain Swan Enchanted Forest AU.  Romance & Adventure.  Rated T.)

Tags as (long ago) requested: @timetravelingpotatoast, @piratesails, @storybrookeswans, @optomisticgirl, @juneqparis, @lenfaz.  Also tagging some others who have been kind enough to show this fic some love: @cat-sophia, @lillyanjones, @swanscaptn, @the-captains-ayebrows, @ms-babs-gordon, @bleebug, @spartanguard, @bethacaciakay, @phiralovesloki, @couldnthandleit, @katie-dub, @fairytalesandtimetravel, @idristardis, @lillpon, @nightships, @kmomof4, @princesse-swan, @shady-swan-jones, @happinessisblooming, and @stunningswan.

The stainless steel door slides open with a cheerful ding to reveal another cookie cutter hotel hallway, and Emma smiles sweetly at the middle-aged couple that steps off the elevator – this pause on the 14th floor marking the fifth stop it’s made on its way toward the roof.  She heaves a sigh as the door closes once again and she finds herself alone.  Finally. The elevator hums to life, and she shifts her weight, now free to utter a dissatisfied sound in the back of her throat in response to the pressure of the floor on the balls of her feet.

“What is it, darling?” Killian’s voice is soft.

She sighs, examining her reflection in the mirrored walls, her gaze dropping regretfully to her heels. “These shoes were a mistake,” she grumbles, wincing at the waves of pain that the sexy, four-inch stilettos are also starting to impart on her toes.

“I thought you said they’d be fine.”

“Yeah, well, I may have misjudged.”  She tips her head slightly and reaches beneath her hair to adjust her earpiece.

Killian’s voice comes back to her a little clearer this time.  “It’s not too late to back out, you know.”

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[iverna]

Given The Choice (18/?)

… in which Emma’s detective efforts take a turn for the awkward, and Killian discovers a new kind of hell.

Post-Neverland AU where Pan did not escape Pandora’s Box and Emma tries to come to grips with her strange new life featuring pirates, parents, and flying monkeys. Catch up here, or on ao3!

Emma brushes off her parents’ questions when she gets back to the loft, mind whirring too much to face the concept of another conversation. She needs to process everything first.

She can tell that David wants to push the matter, but Snow lays a hand on her husband’s arm and insists that Emma needs to have some dinner, and then rest. It’s something Mary Margaret would have done, and Emma is grateful. David presses his lips together and challenges Henry to a rematch in some Xbox game, which successfully distracts Henry from asking any questions about Operation Knightley.

By the time Emma comes down the breakfast the next day, she has a plan.

Not a good plan, or a very concrete plan, but a plan.

“Can you do me a favour?” she asks as David sits down across from her.

He looks surprised, but nods. “Sure.”

“It—” She almost reconsiders. But there are enough lies and half-truths already, and everyone knows that something is up, anyway. “You know I talked to Hook last night. Remember that geis thing Regina mentioned? He’s got one. Or he’s under one, however you say it.”

“What?” Snow’s eyes widen. “How do you know?”

“Like in the stories!” Henry is excited.

“I guess,” Emma says. “He wanted to tell me something, and he couldn’t. And it wasn’t like he usually gets when he’s hiding something.”

“So you’ve just gotta trick it, right?” Henry says, his breakfast forgotten. “You have to figure out a way he can say it, without saying it.”

“We—sort of did that,” Emma hedges. “But it’s hard to say anything specific if you can’t actually say it, you know?”

“Maybe he can write it down?”

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[lifeinahole27]

CS ff: “The Art of Making (and Raising) a Pirate Princess”

Summary: It’s more than just a simple affair, making a baby with the woman he loves. It takes time and patience, and a lot of adjustment. Killian wouldn’t have it any other way, really, when it means living his happily ever after with his wife and daughter.

Rating: M (sexual scenes but no graphic descriptions, I think??)

Words: 7.2k

A/N: So I have to admit, this is actually written by @captainstudmuffin. The ideas, the concepts, the little details - most of it is from her. She kept throwing these ideas at me in text messages and eventually there was just this pile of fic blocks and I put them together. I’m merely a conduit, and she is the real artist behind this fic. I merely put together the pieces she handed to me. And, this is only part 1! This is Emma’s pregnancy, the birth of their child, and the immediate aftermath all told from Killian’s point of view. Liz will be writing the second half, which revolves around the fact that their daughter has magic. Spoiler alert on the name of the baby, just in case, but otherwise this is all just some off-screen, not-quite-speculation but future fic-type-deal. Enjoy!

Read it on FFN or Ao3!

For so long, Killian Jones knew only one thing: Revenge. It was the very song in his blood for so long, that when it came to forgetting about his vengeance, it took time, and it took patience, and it took training himself to leave it all behind. The only reason why he succeeds, especially after his own stint as a Dark One and being brought back to life (a mere blip in the grand scheme, he determines after extensive therapy sessions with the cricket) is because of his wife.

Now, Emma told him all the customary joys of wedding nights and honeymoons in this realm, but he doesn’t even traditionally get that, as he is whisked away to the crumbling Enchanted Forest as Emma battles the Black Fairy. There is no “Wedding Night” until after the crocodile’s mother has been defeated, and Gideon turned back into nothing more than a harmless babe, returned to Belle’s loving embrace and given the chance to grow as a boy should.  

And oh, then, what a wedding night he and Emma finally have. All the times they’ve ever been together have been perfect by their own rights - it’s either been passionate or soft, loving or intense, they either find satisfaction and continue about their days or evenings, or they go until they exhaust themselves for hours or days afterwards. There are so many things he thought he knew about loving a woman, but he finds with Emma that there’s always something new to discover. Also, there’s the wonderful benefit of the modern world. He always has so much to learn when it comes to those joys.

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[feyrearcherons]

The series started with Emma Swan wishing she wouldn’t be alone. It ended with her surrounded by her True Loves. ♡  

[justanotherwannabeclassic]

Memories of You

When Killian arrives in New York to find Emma Swan with her memories of fairytales and Storybrooke intact, he doesn’t realize his life is about to change forever – that is, until Emma introduces him to his daughter. (Roses in December companion piece)

A/N: Happy Birthday, @katie-dub! I have been so blessed to have gotten to know you over the course of being in fandom together. You are an exceptional woman: smart, funny, caring, and talented. So, of course, you got me to do something I never thought I’d do: write a companion to Roses in December from Killian’s POV. I do so hope you enjoy. And for all you readers, this aligns with the second chapter of RiD. Rating: M

Read Roses in December!

Read Memories of You on AO3!

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He tells her not a day goes by when he won’t think of her, and by the gods, he means it.

Killian’s thoughts are drawn to her like a moth to a flame. All-consuming. Dangerous. Whenever he sees a flash of blonde hair, for a second Killian believes it is her. Red will forever be associated with visions of her jacket and the flush of her cheeks. She invades his dreams. She’s a siren, one he would easily submit himself to his doom just to be closer to her.

He can’t be. Damn the curses. Damn the barriers between the worlds.

He plays the precious few memories he has with her in his head. Beanstalks and jungles, her lips moving against his own and fingers questing under clothes. “One-time thing,” that’s what she’d told him the first time, the second time. He has to believe it means something, the repetition of broken vows. She kissed him once, and then again, and she drove away with a whisper of “Good,” and Killian’s world has felt off-kilter since.

(Lies. It’s been off-kilter ever since she pulled him from the pile of bodies. He just hadn’t realized it then.)

She has no memory of him. He can’t get her out of his head, but he’s nothing to her. All of the people she loves, those he ran away from the moment he could, are nothing to her. Probably for the best, because Killian knows all too well the pain of being separated from loved ones (loved one, because he accepts now that he might actually love her), and wouldn’t wish that torment on her. Yes, it’s better she not remember him or her parents when there’s no hope of ever reuniting.

But then there’s a message and a curse he’s able to outrun, and a magic bean he’s able to barter for, and Killian Jones finds himself in a foreign land standing outside the door of the woman her loves. And when he knocks and she opens the door, he’s blown away not just by her beauty – gods, she’s beautiful – but also by the whisper of his name on her lips and the realization that Emma Swan remembers.

For the first time in a year, Killian Jones allows himself to hope.

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[iverna]

a half-forgotten dream (CS one-shot)

Killian doesn’t remember the woman from the tavern. There’s just a strange feeling lingering in his chest, and it makes its way out onto the page whenever he sits down to draw.

He doesn’t truly recognise it until a few years later.

A little thing inspired by this post by @xemmaloveskillianx​ - tagging @optomisticgirl​ as well as requested! It’s not 100% the same but this is where the muse went, I guess. Also make sure to check out the lovely fan art by @somethingalltogether​ in the reblogs here!

~1,400 words.

He wakes up lying on the floor of his quarters, feeling like he’s been punched in the head. His brain seems to be trying to ram his skull, and he groans.

It’s been a while since he got that drunk.

He remembers very little of the night before. Something about it feels important—frustratingly so, like the wisp of a dream, flitting away from his consciousness as he tries to reach for it.

He wasn’t alone last night. Not in the sense that he had company—although he did, he’s almost sure of it, and Smee confirms it when he asks—but more than that. Company doesn’t mean he’s not alone; he’s been alone in the presence of others more often than not. It’s been a long time since he felt the absence of that, but last night…

He doesn’t remember the woman, nor what she might have said, or done. There’s just that infuriating feeling of—he doesn’t even know what to call it. What is the absence of loneliness?

How does it feel to be known, to be wanted, for himself?

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[daeneryskairipa]

[iverna]

Killian Jones with a sword in his hand, screaming at the top of his voice as he charges towards half a dozen armed guards, is my aesthetic now and forever thank you

[ms-babs-gordon]

Ohhhhh the bromance is still on.

[ms-babs-gordon]

Welp, I'm barely gonna now what's going on, but I'll be damned if I miss one last chance to see Captain Swan (and their new baby)! Bring on the OUAT season finale!

[laschatzi]

Privacy And Pancakes

Hello @whimsicallyenchantedrose here’s the very belated fic for your prompt “caught by the parents”. You sent it way before pancakes on the show happened, and it took me way too long, and then I didn’t know how to do it without copying it… anyway, here we go.

summary: You’d think Snow has learned not to use her spare key. Well, she hasn’t. And this time, she brought David.

word count: ~4,2k

rating: G and CP for chicken parm. Also B for bathtub

also on ff.net and ao3.

“That was quite the closure for our honeymoon,” Emma sighs as she descends the gangplank, Killian right on her heels.

“A bit of a storm,” he agrees and adds smoothly, “but I’ve weathered worse.”

“Showoff,” she huffs and stumbles for a second when she steps on the dock, having to adjust to being on firm ground again for the first time after a ten days’ sailing trip. In was indeed their – slightly belated – honeymoon, and they’re home half a day early, due to the storm that pushed them forward.

Killian grabs her elbow to steady her. “Admit it,” he chuckles in a low voice, “I’m a hell of a Captain.”

She can’t help but lean into his touch when he uses her momentary unsteadiness as an excuse to press himself to her. “You are,” she concedes and turns her head to look at him. “I’ll poof us right home if you’re okay with it?”

He nods with a smile – as eager to get home as she is – and she transports them to their house in a whirl of magic. She brings them right outside their door and not directly inside, because she enjoys the ritual of coming home to their own place so much: walking up the stairs, unlocking the door and going inside, taking off their boots and lining them up on the mat behind the door. Normal things, like normal couples. They haven’t had much time yet to truly enjoy their quiet domestic moments, so none of it is routine so far, and every day is a new chapter in the adventure of True Love.

“Go ahead,” she tells him and motions to the stairs, “I’ll get us some cocoa to warm us up. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

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[laschatzi]

icymi and to tag a few lovelies (if you have seen it already or aren’t interested, please just ignore; if you don’t want to be tagged, let me know - no hard feelings) @effulgentcolors @kliomuse @queenmabsrevenge @lifeinahole27 @its-imperator-furiosa @natascha-remi-ronin @jennifer-morrison @gentlesleaze @captain-k-jones @hookier @yeahiliketheredleatherjacket @kmomof4 @seethelovelyintheworld @singingisfun @unfolded73 @walkerfairytales @the-captains-ayebrows @innocenceneverfound @galadriel26 @bleebug @cocohook38 @soulofkillian @lala-mora @xemmaloveskillianx @snowbellewells @artistic-writer @unspoken-and-wild @wordsmith-storyweaver @laelia @ive-always-been-a-pirate @supertallscandinaviangiant @suwya