#captainkillianhookjones

[mcnieves]

Tonight is an all-new Once Upon a Time season 5 episode 15, "The Brothers Jones" here’s a sneak peek. 

Hook and Emma must defeat Hade in order to return to Storybrooke with Snow, David, Regina, Robin, Henry, and Gold. A surprise visit from Hook's departed brother Liam  just might provide the lead they were looking for. Meanwhile, Hades redoubles his efforts to trap the heroes in the Underworld by playing them against one another.  Tune in tonight on ABC at 8pm.

[mcnieves]

Meet Once Upon A Time Couple Captain Killian "Hook" Jones and  Emma Swan and watch how they felling in love in this video.  Considering the fact how Emma saved him from  Hades' clutches in tonight’s Season 5 Episode 15 “Devil’s Due”

Wow! This is amazing! Hook and Emma are the best couple of the show, they learned to love each other day by day as a real couple in the real life would do! They decided to give their heart a possibility, a second chance to love again and be loved! They had so much courage to go on, look froward, be patient, trying to be better, choosing to see the best part of them and love wihout limits! This is what true love is! 

[imsorryitsallmyfault]

"Why don’t you ever let me see it? If you have the name already, why can’t you tell me whose is it? I thought we were best friends."

The psychic winced at his questions. She had never been fond of the idea of soulmates from the beginning, and now that his name had been revealed….well, she didn’t know what she was going to do.

"We are," she assured, "I….I just…" In her hesitation, she pulled her sleeve down in order to further cover the name tattooed on her wrist. "I can’t….I’m sorry, Killian, I just cant."

[imsorryitsallmyfault]

It's Christmas Eve!

20. A sweater

Kanaya watched him open the gift, trying to look even more indifferent and uninterested than she usually did, and waited to see his reaction.

[askemmaswan]

Let's make a recap:

In my drafts:

scarredbyxhellfire x2

adashofdust

iamemmagodofsass x2

glasscoffingavemepause

mrs-mary-margaret-charming

captainjackmate

captain-killian-hook-jones

huntsmanturnedsheriff x4

wolfthiefprince

I owe a starter to:

blue-star (when we are done plotting)

evilisnotborn

And I made open starters tagging some of my last followers, if I forgot you, you can jump in. I might be slow, but I'll get to you!

anyone else either owes me or has been lost thanks to tumblr, so like this if you are not in my drafts (also, to be sure you haven't missed my reply, simply add to my url /tagged/your url   without the "-" if your url has them and see what my last post was.  Also my askbox has been eating asks, one of you for example knows that at least two of them haven't arrived to me. Just in case I haven't answered to yours. 

and I also have many drafts in my other blogs if you are wondering why I'm so slow

[bloodedgesuptooclosearchive]

It's a fuckin' party.

"Look, I get it. Or get somethin' like it. There's some big end of the world thing about to go on and you're all tryin' to make sure that we meet, greet and do our thing before we all die but if the world is goin' to end, I'm not stoppin' it," he said, looking over at the stranger. He wasn't good with this sort of thing. He was world weary and work tired. He wasn't good with socializing, and what he was good at was shown on his hands as grave dirt still clung to the edges of broken skin that bled at the knuckles. Death dug under his nails and he'd never get the taste out of his mouth: the taste of fire and a 'job well done' that was him standing over the dead body of something he was no longer sure if he should be hunting. So there he was, at a small coffee shop because he thought that no one would think that he'd be there, and instead there was this person - a stranger, and Dean hoped  that they didn't have a problem because he had problems of his own. He was ready for a boost, for some good news or something that brought a temporary oblivion. Green eyes were flecked with burnt gold that seemed to fade away when under inspection from another, but the same eyes were tired, unsure if he should make conversation or not because he wasn't one with the proper language or ability to make someone feel better.

Take what you can get. Grab a seat. Sit down. Order a coffee,  he might even let you spike it with some of his whiskey. Tell him a good story. One with a happy ending. Get him to smile. Maybe then he'll understand why people seemed to be constantly reaching out to him.