so i’m meeting with a curator tomorrow about the possibility of being in an exhibition with my apple paintings.
not sure whether to be nervous or excited!

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so i’m meeting with a curator tomorrow about the possibility of being in an exhibition with my apple paintings.
not sure whether to be nervous or excited!
I'm willing to gamble.
1st person gets: To own my character for one day.
Maleficent’s lip curled. “Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Fine,” she said with a mocking smirk which would put the fear of the gods into anyone else. “Have your fun. I’ll indulge you.”
Daily-Apples // Belle-and-her-books
Belle stood on the front porch of the large white mayoral mansion her three year old son Tristan's hand in her own. Her husband, immaculately dressed as ever, holding two bags, one in each hand.
"I just don't understand why we can't come with you," Belle asked.
"I told you sweetheart, Baelfire is in ICU and I don't know how long I'll be. I thought we agreed that it's better if Tristan's routine is not disrupted."
Pursing her lips Belle sighed, she had agreed to that a few hours ago when they first got the call about Rumple's son being in the car accident, but now standing on Regina's front step, Belle was having second thoughts.
"Sweetheart, I hate to do this to you, but with sightings of that Hag around and the break-in at the shop, I just don't feel comfortable leaving you and Tristan home alone. If it is Baba Yaga slinking around from wherever she crawled out from, she won't hesitate to hurt you and take the boy."
Belle knew this as well and Rumple was right. It was better to let Tristan stay in his normal routine as much as possible in Storybrooke then uprooting him to New York City.
Rumple rang the doorbell...
daily-apples replied to your post: ooc: Salutations, People of Earth
((I think there was that M!A RP we had but I’m not even sure if I owe you or you owe me.))
ooc: I will check that out as soon as I can, thanks for reminding me dearie!
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Peggy pulled up to her little white house in Storybrook. This whole "little suburban area" was gonna take a while to get used to since she was a city baby. She parked and stepped out of her lavender Honda Civic with the click of her gold colored high heels that made her four inches taller than the size she actually was on the black asphalt. Meg was wearing her short lavender dress with the dark purple bow around the waist. As her heels clicked on the ground and her redish brown hair bobbed in her high ponytail, she opened her trunk to a bunch of boxes and bags. Peggy opened up the trunk to her car. She her lavender and pink, hard, airport suitcases which were filled with her clothes. She dropped them down on the floor. When she turned around, she jumped and gave a small screeching sound. She saw a woman magically come up behind her. "Sorry. Not used to… having people transport behind me. Hi. I'm Peggy Carter. Call me Meg. I just moved here." She gave a slight laugh. She sounded like a Roman goddess with a British accent.
So if Belle kisses Regina while she's under the influence of the spell then that would cause a paradox because if it broke the spell then Regina wouldn't be her true love anymore so the spell shouldn't have been broken. But if Rumple kisses her then it has no effect because she doesn't love him anymore. My mind has been blown.
Slow Night at Maddie's Bar
Madison looked around the bar as she only seen a few of her usual customers sitting there. She looked up at the clock wondering if she should close up early. Ever since the curse was broken no one has came to her bar. All because she was the baby sister to Regina Mills the mayor aka the Evil Queen. How could people compare her to her sister? She hardly knew her that well. Stupid people. She gave refills to the guys sitting there watching sports on the tv and headed back to her office for a few minutes sitting down checking her messages.