#darkswanling

[ceeyoutea]

ahh omg cee happy birthday! <3

thank you, thank you :)))

[puppiesinlove]

malia tate (for the character thing)

Thank youuu!

• Why I like them: I first fell in love with her cause she’s constantly like ‘’fight me (ง'̀-‘́)ง’’.  I love how she can be both aggressive and gentle, both courageous and endearing. Her struggle with social interactions but also her progress in trying to get better at it has been amazing <3 I can also relate with her on a lot of things, from things like being bad at math to having a hard time telling people how I feel. It also helps that I have the biggest celebrity crush on Shelley Hennig ;)• Why I don’t: Nothing to say here~• Favorite episode: The Sword and The Spirit• Favorite season/movie: Season 4• Favorite line: “I hate this. I hate losing like this. I’m not like Scott. I can’t deal with another body. Another failure.’’ She’s trying so hard and she’s come so far since the days when her first instincts were her coyote instincts, my beautiful baby 3• Favorite outfit: Honestly anything with shorts and plaid, but other than that this one sticks out;http://49.media.tumblr.com/fb54e9256de2b8c99207b886b2014577/tumblr_ndhaetmOjy1qdu06uo3_250.gif• OTP: I don’t have one particular OTP for her. I do love Stalia, but I’m not sure that’s gonna happen and I care way more about Malia than I do about Stiles. Malydia and Malira are both pretty cute!• Brotp: Malira, loved them in 5B!• Head Canon: she is definitely bisexual, no one can convince me otherwise• Unpopular opinion: tbh it seems like shipping stalia at all is quite an unpopular opinion in the teen wolf fandom, as far as I know• A wish: More moments with her and sheriff Stilinski! • An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-happen:  honestly if she ever dies I will quit the show, I love her too damn much!• 5 words to best describe them: loyal, broken, hardworking, fearless, funny• My nickname for them: cutest cutie to ever cute

((Give me a character and I will answer these questions)) 

[pirateherokillian]

for the fandom meme thing: K I L L I A N :)

Nicely done! ;P

K - Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms?

Okay, I can’t just say something nice about just one person in just one of my fandoms because there are so many amazing people in all of my fandoms. To my ride-or-die mutuals, who have stuck with me through all my nonsense. To the Everlark fandom, the most talented group of fic writers I have ever seen. The people in the Captain Swan fandom who have been really nice and open to me suddenly just being like ‘yep, I’m jumping into the fandom now’. My Stargate friends who have been here the longest and had my back through the biggest fuckery of my fangirl life up to this point. I have been blessed with so many wonderful fandom friends, some of which are my absolutely best friends, and I wouldn’t trade any of that for the world.

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

Oh yeah, definitely. I think the most notable one, to date, is Jennifer Lawrence “fandom”. A big, big reason I had to pull away from being a fan of hers and participating in any sort fandom aspect in regards to her was because of her stans on Tumblr. The ones that would send you nasty anons just for saying one critical thing of Jen. The ones that block you simply for having a different opinion. The kinds of people that are basically ‘you either love JLaw or you’re the enemy’ types that permeate a lot of her fandom? Yeah, they played a big role in why my feelings changed (obviously it wasn’t just them. JLaw herself is the biggest factor, but her Tumblr stans definitely played a major part).

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

Gale Hawthorne always wanted to do right by his people. It was because of him that there was anybody left from District 12 to be rescued to 13. He had the foresight to save all those people, and he absolutely deserves recognition for that.

A -  Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

Captain Swan

Everlark

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

In the Everlark/HG fandom....

MORE FAN VIDEOS and appreciation for them. When I came into the Everlark fandom, I was coming from Stargate fandom, where fanvids were a god damn staple to the fandom. And it was a huge disappointment to see they weren’t (and still aren’t) as prevalent to this fandom. I made them for Stargate/Shanks fandom, soooo many, and i’ve only ever made one HG one because why bust my ass on something that doesn’t really seem to have a place?

Fic/graphic exchanges and challenges. We had PIP, which was the mecca of Everlark fic challenges and never missed a beat. But I’d love to see more. Secret Santas and seasonal stuff and just more gift ficcing in general. (Also, fic awards are always great ways to really build up a foundation of fics that are the go-tos for newbies coming into the fandom)

More appreciation for the edit makers in the fandom. The Everlark/HG fandom (and by extension, JHutch and JLaw fandom) is fucking cut throat when it comes to edits and you never know when something is gonna be a hit or a miss. And if often feels like the edit makers are taken for granted (I feel like other edit makers would agree with me here. I at least know of one who would agree that this fandom is ruthless). The amount of reposting in this fandom alone shows a lack of respect for the work being done. So yeah, to see a little more respect for those who take the time to make gifs and edits and all that stuff would be nice.

[fefefeferniss]

for the month ask thing: august and whatever your birthday month is ;)

Thanks Jay!

August: crush names

The thing is... I think I’ve had like two real life crushes ever?  One of them was my english teacher (I kinda still have a crush on him) but in a “oh he is so sweet and kind and such a gentleman *heart eyes*” kind of way. 

Famous crushes? Colin, Hayley, Oscar 

October: favourite game

Probably Just Dance and Neko Atsume. Love Undertale too (but I have yet to finish it).

[veroincamars]

for the character thing: killian and emma if you haven't done so already <3

i did emma, but i haven’t done killian :) thanks love <3

do I like them: yesssss ofc

5 good qualities: dashing, protective, sassmaster, loyal, and he made himself from a villain to a hero which deserves props

3 bad qualities: he can be a little dark and he’s of course done bad things in the past but he’s a cinnamon roll now

favourite episode/etc: 5a dear god

otp: captain swan

brotp: hook/david and hook/henry 

ot3: captain cobra swan tbh

notp: hook x anyone who’s not emma

best quote: “i’ll never stop fighting for us.”

head canon: hook sings lullabies to his and emma’s children every night

send me a character!

[minsvnshine]

for the ask thing: ✐ :)

✐ - fave types of movies?

I don’t think I have a favorite type of movie because I end up watching whatever has an interesting plot... I like romantic comedies sometimes - even if they’re super predictable lol - I LOVE marvel movies , and I HATE parodies so much

ASK THE BLOGGER

[fefefeferniss]

for the ask box meme thing! 12-17 :)

Aaaawww, thanks Jay! Idk if it’s 12 and 17 or from 12 to 17, so I did 

12) Something i’m currently worrying about: Buying my scrubs (they are so ugly and expensive is2g) and how much I’ll have to study this year.

13) One person from tumblr i’d throw off a cliff, one i’d marry and one i’d fuck: Hmmmm, I think I’ll skip this one. lalalala

14) Something i do without realising: I sing A LOT acording to my sister (she hates it) also I act like the annoying mom friend without realising it.

15) Lyrics that apply to my current situation/mood: 

“I had a dream of my ownJust walking out of my homeAnd going I don't know where to sing beneath the stars“ 

btw  this one took me SO LONG! The first song I thought of was in spanish and then Weird Al’s Like a Surgeon (for really dumb reasons)

16) A drunken story: Actually I don’t have one! I’m pretty good at handling my alcohol *wink*

17) Something i regret: Well, my big regret was wasting a year in Dental school (dentistry school? idk) but I’m learning to deal with it.

Thanks again sweetie! Sorry it took me so long

[mykingdomfor]

Tree’s Company - CS FF

Hey @darkswanling, I am your Captain Swan Secret Santa! And I have a fic for you though there are more to come! I loved writing this and chatting with you this holiday season, it was great fun and I hope you enjoy this fic my friend <3 Merry Christmas!

Emma Swan is looking for the perfect christmas tree and finds it- but so does Killian Jones. This can only mean war.

Rated: Everyone   Word Count: 2400

FF.net

Emma had slept four hours, worked ten, and spent two looking for the most perfect christmas tree ever in the “Graham Huntsman Family Tree Lot” and when she found it, her heart almost burst with joy.

This tree wasn’t a normal tree- it was a tree of victory and freshness and it smelled almost as christmasy as peppermint hot chocolate (not as good as cinnamon but who the hell cared it was christmas) and she was going to cut it down and decorate it with Henry tonight sleep and dinner be damned. She’d grab some burgers from Granny’s on her way home.

Christmas was, hands down, the best time of the year. She had to put in a few extra hours to be able to afford the presents to put under said tree for Henry- it seemed as if every year tacked onto his age was another thousand dollars being hashed out to keep him happy and clothed and fed. He was growing an inch a minute, jeans at this point lasted eight months at best, and she’d wonder how he was doing it if she wasn’t aware of how much food that kid was ingesting. He probably got the limitless stomach from her, but he wouldn’t be satisfied unless he had two burgers from Granny’s at least. And onion rings. And probably another burger.

She had Christmas down to a science though. Mary Margret was more than happy to use her school’s winter break taking Henry in, bringing him along on errands and shopping and ice skating and sledding and lights in the park and helping David manage the crazy seasonal puppy adoption- the perfect gift for under the tree. Christmas was definitely a family thing, David her foster brother loved it as well. In fact, it was his mother that taught Emma to love the season in the first place, and she was going to pass it down to Henry, who never noticed that christmas morning she worked midnight to six AM to bring in holiday hours for that little bonus of pay.

She just needed the tree, and everything else would fall into place.

So she speed walked over to it, ready to almost give it a hug, but then she collided into a figure wearing a black peacoat and very blue eyes and almost fell over.

“Sorry love!” he exclaimed, reaching over to grab Emma’s shoulders, keeping her upright. He had scruff around his face with a red nose from the chill and red lips from damn good genetics.

Really damn good genetics. Emma found herself a little breathless before backing away from his grip. His warm grip.

“Totally fine, sorry I was just rushing. Can’t have anyone nabbing my tree, you know,” she shrugged, catching her breath. He nodded with a grin.

“Ah, of course. I was doing the same. It has to be perfect otherwise what’s the point?” he nodded knowingly. Emma laughed, tucking a strand of wild blond hair behind her ear.

“Exactly,” she breathed out, her exhale forming a cloud in the air between them. They stared at each other, in comfortable silence before he broke it, reaching out his hand.

“Killian Jones,” he said, and of course his name had to be hot as well.

“Emma Swan” she replied, gripping his hand and shaking it. When they released she found herself wanting to link arms and stroll through the forest together.

“So which one is yours?” he asked, scratching lightly behind his ear.

Right.

The tree.

That was priority.

“This one,” she replied, treading through the snow to gesture to the glorious thing, green and leafy and begging to be hugged in lights. Killian nodded, and for a moment she was proud.

That moment didn’t last long.

“You mean my tree,” he corrected, moving over to stand by it himself. Emma’s mouth dropped, but she shut it quickly, eyes narrowing.

“What do you mean?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Well, I had my eyes on this one. I probably saw it first you know. I’ve been here for an hour.”

“I’ve been here for two,” she remarked, tone growing cold. “You haven’t bought it though?”

“No,” he replied. “Not yet.”

“Not ever,” Emma corrected.  Killian laughed.

“Come on love, you’re fighting a losing battle. You can have that one,” he suggested, pointing at a different tree that probably wasn’t all that bad but compared to the tree she had now it was pathetic and awful just like the man in front of her.

“That one? That one is basically a fern!” she exclaimed. “Look, tree pirate-“

“Tree pirate? Can I put that on a business card?”

“Listen-“

“Can I list you as a reference on my resume?”

“Listen!”

“That means I’ll need your number-“

“Okay listen pal,” Emma stomped her foot, much to Killian’s amusement. “This is my damn tree. So you can get your girlfriend a different one.”

“Don’t have a girlfriend,” Killian smirked, crossing his arms. Emma tried not to be glad of that. “Why, does your husband need this tree? Is he compensating for something?”

“Don’t have a husband. Just a son who deserves this thing.” Killian’s eyes brightened but his tone remained the same.

“Oh now there’s a child involved, how convenient!”

Graham approached the two.

“Good evening,” he spoke. “You two picking out a tree together?”

“No!” they both snapped, but then both stayed quiet, Graham’s presence silencing their bickering and also giving them a chance to breathe.

“Look,” Killian said, putting his hand in his pocket and fishing around a bit before pulling out a quarter. “We’re going to have to flip for this, it’s the only way.”

Emma groaned, never one to trust luck or fate or destiny.

But then again she had a very interesting night with a very interesting run in with a very handsome interesting irritating and irritatingly attractive man- perhaps fate was on her side. So she nodded.

“Tails,” she said. Killian nodded and in a second the coin was in the air and down again. Emma held her breath. He smiled, and for just one moment she was disappointed.

“Ah well. Merry Christmas, lass. The tree now belongs to you and your boy.”

Emma squealed in excitement, clapping her hands and laughing as Killian watched her with an easy smile on his face. For some reason she hugged him, and he chuckled, and though he was surprised she could have sworn he leaned into it and sighed, but that was neither here nor there. Emma turned to Graham.

“Alright Mr. Huntsman, this one is mine!” Emma beamed, ruffling the branches fondly. Graham, still recovering from the oddness of two strangers shouting over a tree and resolving to decide who gets it over a coin toss where the girl wins because she calls tails but it definitely landed on heads, shook his head clear of thoughts and focused on the sale.

“My last name is Humbert,” he said. “Huntsman is just a thing for the tree lot.”

Emma and Killian stared.

“You know. Huntsman. It’s very outdoorsy.”

Emma and Killian kept staring. Graham sighed.

“Ok, fine. The tree. Well, she’s very pretty indeed,” he replied, lifting his axe. “One hundred and thirty.”

Emma’s heart dropped.

“What?” she gaped in astonishment before getting angry. “No. One hundred flat.”

Graham shook his head and turned to Killian.

“You say you’re interested in it?” he asked. Killian raised his hand in the air, taking a step back.

“Absolutely not, she won this fair and square. I also think I want to see this,” he replied, feet landing a yard away from the scene.

“Come on!” Emma begged, gesturing to Killian. “Even the tree pirate wants me to have it!”

Killian laughed but stayed silent.

“I’m sorry,” Graham replied. “There are plenty others here if you want to look at them. I can help you find-“

“You’re no help at all,” Emma shot back, ignoring Killian’s whooping in the background. Graham shrugged, letting his axe arm go limp, the tool now hanging past his knee.

“Nothing I can do,” Graham replied. “I’ll be over there, helping the redhead and her jolly sailor bold. Find me if you need me,” and he walked away, just like that.

“What are you heartless?!” Emma shouted after him. “Do you have a heart?!”

But Graham, probably used to torment from tree customers (especially with these outrageous prices,) just kept walking. Emma sighed, opening up her wallet and beginning to count- one hundred and one dollars and thirty five cents. She groaned in frustration and planted her face in the tree’s branches, smelling it one last time…

“Huntsman!” a voice rang out, and Emma stumbled out of the tree, surprised to still find that Killian was there, jogging after Graham. He caught him just a few feet away from the cheerful red head and her boyfriend, and they began to talk. Killian walked Graham over behind one very fat tree, and for a moment Emma lost sight of them. But then Killian reappeared, nose red and smile bright. Emma frowned.

“I hope you enjoy your tree,” she grumbled, turning away to search for a less glorious pile of needles, but she felt a tug on her arm.

“Lass, wait!” he said, turning her around. They both glanced down to his gloved hand on her wrist, and when their eyes shot up to meet the others he let go.

“What?” Emma sighed. “You know I’ve got quite the night ahead of me, and if you keep me here for too long I’m going to have to pitch a tent and-“

“Go out with me.”

He said it in such earnest she almost didn’t believe that he’d just asked her out. He wasn’t cocky or arrogant about it, instead his blue eyes stared at her with such hope that she had to see if she’d heard him right.

“What?” she asked, completely taken by surprise. He scratched behind his ear, clearly a nervous habit, but he said it again.

“Emma. Let me buy you dinner.”

Her heart actually fluttered and she wanted to say yes, so badly, but taking a chance with romantics and love (god, love? She only just met this guy and her brain was throwing out the L word) was not her strong suit and her walls immediately came up.

“Look, I’ve got a kid who needs like, ten thousand calories and cooking for him takes a long time.”

“We’ll order something for him to go. Dessert too, if you like.”

God dammit, eighty percent of the Emma Swan approval test was if he respected the fact that she had a son and he was already buying Henry cake. This was officially getting dangerous.

“And I have to find a tree,” she said, but it was such a weak excuse not even she could sell it very well. Killian started scratching behind his ear again and shifted his feet. Emma’s eyes narrowed.

“What did you do?” she asked.

“Excuse me?” he asked, mock offended but completely entertained.

“I’m a cop,” she replied. “I know the look of a guilty man. You did something. What, did you bet a friend you could get me to go out with you? Or did you-“

But his hands came to Emma’s arms in a soothing manner and for some reason she didn’t pull away.

“No, love, not at all. I promise you I am nothing less than a gentleman. Just tell me- do you want to go out with me?” he asked. Emma shut her eyes, not wanting to be hypnotized by his blue gaze but it didn’t work.

“Yes?” she said, voice lilting, a confession stated with a question mark. “But I’ve got the tree thing. So you can just… give me your number and-“

But he was shaking his head, releasing her shoulders.

“And wait by the phone for the rest of my life? Not a chance. No, we’re doing this now.”

Emma huffed.

“But I have to-“

“Love, relax. It’s taken care of.”

Emma stepped back.

“What?” she asked, not wanting to jump to conclusions but oh my god.

“I… might be guilty of something,” he admitted, scratching that spot behind his ear again.

“Killian.”

“You know how some blokes buy flowers before a date?”

“Killian.”

“Some buy… trees,” he smiled. And Emma didn’t know what to say. No one had ever done anything like this for her before, and this guy was a stranger.

“I… can’t pay you back,” Emma said, sticking her hands deep in the pockets of her coat.

“I wouldn’t let you,” he replied. “Now, you have your tree, I believe you need to get food for your boy, and I also remember you saying that you wanted to go to dinner with a certain dashing tree pirate?” he questioned, and his tongue ran across his lower lips, grinning mischievously. Emma couldn’t help but laugh, and she knew that she’d never forgive herself if she walked away.

“Okay,” she said, and he looked so happy she was laughing again. He gestured to the pathway and bowed to her with a cheeky grin.

“After you, my lady.”

And they went out to dinner, talking over Granny’s lasagna and hot chocolate about Christmas (best time of the year) trees (best part of Christmas) and lying about coins that were definitely flipped to heads (“I figured I’d have a better chance of you saying yes if you were victorious in your quest. Though I’m a little disappointed- you must promise to take good care of it.” “Well, you can’t take my word for it. You’re probably going to have to come around and check on it yourself. To be sure.” “Suddenly I’m not longer disappointed, but if it’s my duty as a tree pirate…”)

(The next year they share a tree.)

(And every year for the rest of their lives.)