EmmaJonesKillianSwan

[lumberjackloverboy-moved]

unfriendly reminder: this is a sex worker positive space. I will not tolerate the disrespect of sex workers here, and if you cant agree with that without a doubt then you're not welcome here.

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sure would be nice if people other than porn blogs and sex workers reblogged this

[whiteantcrawls]

Badly describe your job, for maximum confusion and hilarity.

I make adult toys.

[msburgundy-but-worser-deactivat]

i pay for vegetables

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I rip fabric up a lot

[officialfist]

Minimum Wage Maximum Problems

[dangerbooze]

I yell at Karens

[sneakymerkava]

@call-me-remi

[call-me-remi]

Fuckery magnet

[yimra-deactivated20250209]

2nd hand buyers remorse

[euronymousbosch]

Two hard things slap and some goo comes out

[ottosgota3rdgun]

Grug move many heavy thing.

[chickensoup-forthesuicide-deact]

“Making Indian money”

[disgruntledseagull]

Deluxe trash collector.

[nonrestorativesleep]

Juice man

[savingaccountsman2-deactivated2]

Fireman but for credit instruments

[lockrum-deactivated20230107]

plumber but for computers

[eightyonekilograms]

I AM THE INTERNET

[jesters-armed]

Delivery of instant hysterical breakdowns for CEOs.

[kvothbloodless]

I put mice in boxes

[pieseize]

I watch people drink things.

[elfpen]

I tell editors “no”

[fireflyfish]

I pay people to buy breakfast tacos.

[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

I watch equipment in screens

[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

Day 01

Day 01 of many to come. This is just my musings on being away from my love. He flew off to Sweden last night and has not landed yet, not for another 4 hours anyway. Adjusting is hard. I still have a few weeks of uni left for this semester, but after that I won’t have anything to concentrate on. I think that is what will get me most, the nothingness. I also had to move back in with my parents, I…

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[sunflowerseedsandscience]

REBLOG IF NAZIS OFFEND YOU MORE THAN NIPPLES.

[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

Step-a-thon! I’ve created this page because I want to make a difference. I’m inspired by the work of Murdoch Childrens Research Institute and wanted to support them by raising money as part of my participation in Stepathon 2017. Please help me help them by giving whatever you can using the ‘Give Now’ button. The more people that know about Murdoch Childrens Research Institute, the greater their impact, so please also spread the word by sharing my page with your friends and family. Thank you in advance for your generosity, it means a lot!

[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

I feel alone.

[skygenders]

The Fucking Menstrual Cycle and Tumblr

[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten.

The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten.

Perfect opening for Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, perfect opening for today. I’m stressed, so stressed it is making me sick. So here I sit as I write how my day was/ It wasn’t too bad. Strted pretty boring, got up last minute and went to work. Work was dull, served some customers, made some subs, did jack shit really. So can’t write too much on that. Do have another evaluation on…

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[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

A Princess No More

A little girl. She was the happiest child to live, for the next hour at least. A bird’s nest of blonde curls perched on her head, her bright blissful blue eyes like a fiery Bunsen burner. In her little pink shorts, she glances at the monster of a box in front of her. To her, this box was a castle, the brown cardboard resting on top of the stone floor was transformed into a marble brick castle, just like in all the Disney princess movies. The cold stone floor changed into the lushest green grass, those only seen in the dream land. The fluorescent light situated perfectly above, gave off a sun like appearance, illuminating the room. Grasping her little doll closer to her blue covered chest, she began her walk towards the entrance, transforming into a graceful princess.

She became royalty, her closest subject in her hand, giving bows to her subjects, although imaginary, to her left and right. She placed the generic baby doll on the ground next to the box, the doll would protect her and her castle, just like it does while she sleeps. Looking down at her own appearance she gives a frown, this wasn’t princess like. Twirling three times, as three is the magical number, her pink shorts and blue shirt transformed into the prettiest pink princess dress any little girl would love. On the apples of her cheeks, dimples had formed, the craters in her face showing off how happy she was with herself. Giving one final look to her citizens, she waves as she drops to the ground, beginning her crawl into the cardboard box.

Inside the cardboard box there lay three tools left behind by the little girl’s parents. A hammer, a screwdriver, and a pair of scissors. Being a curios little girl, her imaginary princess life was put aside as she decided to examine each item. The hammer, a rubber soft-faced hammer to be exact, was heavy in the little girl’s hand. The wood dug into her skin, a little rough from being a well-used tool. Feeling the rubber it was slightly wearing away, as she brushed it against her dimpled cheek it slightly tickled her, an almost alien feeling to her face. Becoming the princess again she ordered,

“Quiet in the court!” As she brought the hammer down onto the cardboard flooring underneath her. At this order she heard commotion outside the box, not wanting to give up her secret location she remained silent for the rest of the investigation.

Outside the box a boy, a couple years older than the girl, who resembled the same blue eyes and blond locks began kicking a soccer ball over the box. His sneaker covered feet were jumping over the box like an obstacle, chasing after the soccer ball. Little did the boy know that inside that box hid a princess.

Inside the box, the little girl continued her examination of the items. The screwdriver in her hand making indents in the cardboard underneath her as she scribbled random patterns.  Stars, that was the predominant pattern scrawled, having learnt how to make them recently. She was content, she knew one of her siblings were outside the box doing who knows what, but here she lay, in the box, doing her own thing. She had almost gave up her position as the box jolted from being hit by something. Startling her, she put down the screwdriver deciding to take a look at the last item in the box.

Scissors, they were cool to the touch all over. The red handle being merely painted but still made of the cool steel as the blade. Her small hand only barely fit into the giant scissors as she slowly opened and closed the blade. The metal making a miraculous hissing noise as the sister blades came together. It was an evil sound and a princess should not be playing with anything that evil. Shuddering, the little girl moved the satanic object away from her, ready to set it down and never pick it up again.

Pain emanated from the little princess’ face. The dim light from outside gone as the cardboard box had caved in around her. The weight of something on top of her didn’t compare to the feeling in her right cheek. Scissors had pierced the princess’ porcelain like cheek, the object was dropped in shock. Placing the palm of her hand to her cheek, she was relieved when whatever had fallen and crushed the box had moved. Crying out as the pain got worse she slowly wiggled back out of the box with much difficulty. No one was around, the culprit after hearing the cry had run off, her doll guarding the entrance had been flung across the room.

Slowly removing her hand from her cheek, she realised it was covered in something sticky. Through tear covered eyes all she saw was red. Forgetting the pain in her cheek, she screamed for her mother, thinking she had cut her hand open. After a little commotion a blue eyes woman came down the stairs and started to tend to the little princess. A towel was produced and a man had appeared. Everything had seemed like a blur to the girl as she was carted away from her kingdom and off to a strange land, far, far away. Eventually, in a very white, bright room, she fell into an effortless sleep, a mask around her face as strangers began to prod her.

When she awoke she was still in the white room, confused she began to sit up, until the man from before came to her rescue. The man actually being her very own father, hugs and kisses were given, as well as some stickers for being a brave little girl. She was taken back home, her mother waiting to make sure her little girl was alright, while her siblings all slept.

She was ordered to get ready for bed, already being way past her bedtime. Once entering the bathroom the little girl glanced at herself in the mirror. She noticed that her colour was a little paler, and right there, on the right side of her cheek, just above where her dimples show, was a strange mark. Scarred, the little girl was scarred and the perfect princess notion was gone. She realised that night, she could not be royalty as royalty didn’t have scars, in all the movies the princess’ were perfect looking. No more was that little girl a princess.

[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

[onceuponadaily]

Once Upon A Time Hiatus Meme — Cast Members — Colin O’Donoghue  “ I was always kind of serious. It’s nice to be able to play a complete bad boy who’s the polar opposite to who I am.”

[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

How I came out to my dad.

So my dad closed me in my kitchen pantry closet. Anyway after finding what I was looking for I walked out. I then shouted at my dad "Hey Dad, I've come out of the closet!" Where he just sighs "Awww really, which way are you now?" Apparently my eyes filled with horror as I replied "I don't know" and ran down the stairs. That was fun

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Saturn, Once Upon A Time (May 2016) gentlesleaze.tumblr.com

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Saturn, Once Upon A Time (May 2016) gentlesleaze.tumblr.com

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Do you ever wonder what Killian did with his little brother after he killed his father?  Like…did he leave him there to wake up and find their dad murdered in the front yard?  Or did he wake him up and spirit him away to an orphanage?  Or did he take him to the Jolly Roger and have him become one of the crew (I think we’d know about that, right?)  I mean, he wanted to raise Baelfire…didn’t he think about doing the same for his little brother?

Didn’t he want to teach him how to sail and be a big brother to him like Liam was to him????

I. Must. Know.

[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.

You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.

You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.  Frankenstein, bit of a hard book to start reading but once you get through the first couple chapters (or letters) it really picks up. I went with this quote today because I had vanished off my journey of writing my thoughts everyday. And to the null…

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