7. Did you make any resolutions for this year? What were they?I did. They were along the lines of: be kinder to myself, be healthier, keep in contact with people.
21. If you could study anything, what would it be?If I didn't have to do assignments or whatever, I'd love to learn like linguistics, or history, or I'd like to redo psychology. I dunno, if there wasn't any assessment I'd want to learn as much as I could.
82. What or whom do you miss right now?I miss being able to breathe properly through my nose. I miss being carefree. I miss my friends. I miss my little cousins.
Here I am, messaging you because you said people didn't and that's a damn shame and you're awesome and I love you and I have so many feels about youuu! <33
I love getting messages from my Pickle! They're the best marriages (I have no idea why, but I typed this first and I wanted to leave it) messages! <3 I love and have lots of feels about you too!
Of getting on TC to let: -Uni -Kat -Pickles -Tic -Haze -Kage -Sass & EVERYONE ELSE KNOW: I have made it home safely from Austin. But I ended up getting a call about work at the last minute and I had to pack up and move into someone else's house for the next week so I can house-sit. SO TO MY WONDERFUL TC FAMILY: I love you guys. And the love you FLOODED my inbox with earlier, made me cry and smile all at the same time. I'm going to go through and answer you guys individually, but I wanted you to know that first. I should have TC back no later than tomorrow. If I don't have it at my job, I'll sneak back home for a bit to check in with you beautiful beans. If you need me, my ask is still available and I'll be checking it fairly regularly until I get TC back. The Rivasaurus Rex is not extinct, and shall return soon! Don't burn down TC while I'm out. :P AND 'LO AND BEHOLD I HAVE AGAIN LOCATED INTERNET. FALSE ALARM ON THE MISSING RIV STUFF. JUST READ THE I LOVE YOU PARTS. xD SEE ALL YOU BEANS IN TC!
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person that tagged you has written and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 new people and link them to your post.
Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them.
okay here we go >>>>
1. What’s your favorite thing about tumblr?
favorite thing? my wonderful shipmates<3 [in all seriousness though i really do love yall and the fact that tumblr has brought us together and allowed us a place to fangirl and complain about how colin has ruined men for us]
2. Read any good books lately?
YES! i actually read it a few years ago but recently reread it- 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher. If you havent read it- GO READ IT NOW IT WILL MAKE YOU SOB AND RESPECT LIFE AND ITS JUST AMAZING OKAY.
3. Favorite fictional character?
oh dear. lets see...its kinda impossible because i read/watch tv A LOT but... Favorite girl- Katniss from the Hunger Games. well, book version of katniss anyway. She's witty and has this sense of lonliness to her thats almost a flaw but isnt because of how she handles herself. I probably identify with her a little too much... Favorite guy- too many. I guess I'd have to say Flynn from tangled because hes the guy i want to be best friends with, and yet marry at the same time lol also hes just perfect in every way and no one can tell me otherwise.
4. What’s one thing about yourself that you really like?
that im not afraid to act like a little kid sometimes and make a fool out of myself :P
5. What’s your favorite silly pickup line?
are you from Tennessee? because your the only ten i see! [hehehe]
6. What’s a show that you need to catch up on?
uhm doctor who. pronto.
7. What song have you been listening to a lot lately?
good question! song thats been on replay is Tell Me A Story by Phillip Phillips. its perfect. his whole album is perfect. Also, all too well by taylor swift.
8. Pants or skirt?
PANTS. i may be a girl, and a somewhat girly one at that, but id choose jeans over a skirt any day
9. What’s your favorite dessert?
cheesecake! mmmm
10. What do you love most about your OTP?
that its quirky and they have amazing banter- something i want with a guy
11. What was your first fandom?
oh boy...ok first fandom- after finding out what a fandom was lol- was probably harvey and donna from suits. they are just wonderful and heartbreaking and perfect for each other and awklsdfjghhgfd
OKAY MY TURN if I've tagged you:
1. What's your favorite hobby?
2. Do you have a secret/embarrassing talent? What is it?
3. If you could go anywhere in the world, right now, where would you go and why?
4. Favorite band/singer and favorite song by them?
5. Describe yourself in 3 words
6. What are your otps? (yep all of them darling)
7. Whats your favorite movie?
8. You get to go to a movie premiere and pass out of excitement when you see ----?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up, or if you are grown up, what is it you do?
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person that tagged you has written and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 new people and link them to your post.
Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them.
I'm just letting you know that this is the first time I'm doing one of these so if I mess up...I'm sorry:(
I'm actually kind of excited to answer so thank you thatonewasaquip (I'm so sorry, but I don't know your name...) for tagging me! And I apologise for being so late in answering, but here I go:
1. What was the first sitcom you remember watching as a kid?
I think it was Friends...I'm not very sure because later I watched that show a million times:))
2. Last book you read?
It was ''Unlawful contact'' by Pamela Clare and I loved it! At the moment, I'm into romance stories, but this book had a very interesting plot and really well written characters XD
3. What movie do you watch to cheer you up?
It's not a movie, but I always end up watching Friends when I want to have a laugh:P
4. If your CDs were on fire, which one would you save first (and, if I may, a follow up, you didn’t burn your hands reaching into the fire, did you?)?
Haha, I would totally risk a burn for my CDs:)) but not for the ones of an artist, but my own, with videos and pictures I took with family and friends...those are really precious to me:D
5. What is the meaning behind your pet’s name (if you have one)? If not, what would you name your nonexistent pet?
It's my destiny to not have the pet I want because my dad is allergic to animal hair...but when I'll have my own place, I'm going to get a cat and named it Ciel (it's french for sky and I really love the word)
6. What’s your favorite thing to cook?
Oh...cooking isn't my thing, but I can make Spaghetti and people can actually eat it:))
7. If you could bring back a TV show character from the dead, which one would it be and why?
Alaric from The Vampire Diaries...he was the only family Elena and Jeremy had left and Damon's best friend. He was just an awesome character and I, together with Damon, miss him very much:(
8. Do you have a favorite poem and, if so, what is it?
It's a poem by our national poem writer, Mihai Eminescu and it's called "Mai am un singur dor" (''I only have one wish"). It's a sad poem because he tells how he wants his grave to be, but it touched me how he thinks he'll die alone and he embraces that loneliness:(
9. What is your dance-like-no-one-is-watching music?
:)) All the music it's like that for me:P but I'll choose AC/DC cause I like to get my rock on when I don't have witnesses:))
10. If you could crossover two of your favorite shows, which two would it be and why?
Ohh, I would absolutely LOVE to see some kind of confrontation between Captain Hook and Damon! They would have the best dialog and the best facial expressions:)) and maybe later they could team up and be the badass duo and my heart would burst from their awesomeness!
11. Gravy or butter?
Gravy, always gravy:))
It's done...it took longer then I expected, but it's hard when english isn't your first language...and sorry for any grammar mistakes:|
Questions for the people I tagged:
1. Which movie do you think it's best viewed with your friends and which one it's better to see it alone?
2. The couple with the best chemistry in movies and TV?
3. Why did you make your tumblr?
4. What do you want to achieve in 2013?
5. Where would be your dream vacation?
6. Favourite scene with your OTP?
7. What is your favourite book?
8. Who is your favourite character and why? (books/TV/movies)
9. What do you do best?
10.How do you think your life is going to be 10 years from now?
11.What song was the last one you have listened to repeatedly until it lost its appeal?
For: the lovely glorifiedpickle - who deserves at least two CSSS gifts, if not a thousand. Fic by fic, and the gorgeous graphic by Kage.
Prompt: She wanted Killian interacting with Emma's family. Mostly canon; a Charming family dinner.
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“You’ll be fine,” Emma insisted for the hundredth time, fixing her hair in the bathroom mirror. “Are you a man or a pirate?”
Killian pulled back the shower curtain to glare at her, eyeliner smudged beneath the dark fringe of his eyelashes. Emma smirked at his reflection.
“What exactly did your mother say about me?”
“Just that you double-crossed us and helped take Aurora’s heart.”
“Well, yeah—“ he hedged before disappearing behind the curtain again. “But I gave it back, didn’t I?”
She riffled through the drawers before coming up with an eye pencil – Killian’s she was sure; but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, he was still preoccupied with their upcoming “family” dinner.
“And let’s be clear, lass–“ he went on. “It was you who did the double-crossing first.”
It was an old argument – one they’d long ago given up winning once they realized how ridiculous it was to argue over the events that had eventually brought them together. Now it was simply a running joke, one that made Emma scoff.
“Precautionary measures!” she shot back, lining her eyes with tiny, darkening strokes.
“You’re bloody impossible.”
She appraised her appearance, shrugged, and then – struck by a sudden thought – bit her lip and quietly stepped away from the counter, leaning back so she could peak through the gap in the curtain.
“Do you want Charming to run me through?” Killian asked.
“I dunno,” she decided airily, smirking as he finished washing his face – unknowingly affording her a fine view of his backside. “Might improve your attitude.”
“Oh yes. A lovely accessory to the hook – a great bloody sword sticking out of my chest.”
Killian shut off the water and yanked back the curtain from the other side, and Emma jumped back to the counter, fiddling with her mascara as if she’d been doing that the whole time. Killian hadn’t noticed, but there was no missing the way her eyes automatically dipped as he reached for a towel.
He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and took more time than necessary knotting the towel around his hips. Emma smacked him in the chest, her cheeks a faint pink.
“Mm,” he hummed. “That’s what I thought.”
And Emma let him tip her chin up, lips parting a little as he bent down for a kiss—only for him to stop just short, his brow furrowing.
“Is that my eyeliner?”
--
David and Mary Margaret had taken a room at Granny’s, giving Emma Mary Margaret’s old place while they looked for a new home to start fresh in. Naturally, being the newly remembered King and Queen, Granny had refused to let them pay for anything and had even gone so far as to let them have free range of the diner. While Emma thought it was uncomfortably obsequious, Killian insisted it was a good thing—better to have this first official encounter in neutral territory.
So they bundled up for the descending chill – only delayed briefly when Emma pulled on her knee high boots and was immediately set upon by Killian until she was properly kissed, laughing, and entirely late – and then set off to pick up Henry.
Though the three of them probably made quite the sight walking through town, the few Storybrooke residents who weren’t at their own dinner only glanced in their direction before carrying on. Belle, locking up the library for the night, actually gave them a cheery wave, the corners of her eyes crinkling. Emma was carrying dessert, but Killian saluted smartly back and passed her a wink before they turned the corner out of sight.
“Behave,” Emma reminded him as they approached Granny’s.
“Well that’s asking a bit much, innit?”
She elbowed him and heard Henry snicker behind them just as the diner door swung open.
“We brought cookies!” Emma announced, looking a bit sheepish as she held out the container full of misshapen and oblong cookies. Henry bounded in under her arm, snatching the container as he went and holding it high over his head.
“It was mostly me,” he corrected and Snow laughed, taking the cookies off him before David swooped in with a growl and grabbed Henry round the middle before hoisting him up into the air.
Lips quirked at the still-strangely-new familial scene, Emma glanced over her shoulder at Killian. He looked uncomfortably commonplace in a sweater and dark jeans – and for a moment she found herself missing the leather – an old familiarity he must have been missing too in this all-too foreign situation. He raised a wry eyebrow in response to her gaze and she couldn’t help but shake her head – he was determined the world think that he never took anything seriously.
“So.” David said, calling their attention back. He’d deposited Henry on the diner counter and was appraising Killian with an unreadable expression. “He came.”
“Charming.” Snow tugged meaningfully at David’s elbow – even as Emma rolled her eyes and frowned in reproach.
“Sorry we’re late,” she said instead, hanging her scarf on the coat rack. Killian tussled with Henry on the counter til he’d hooked the boy’s coat and tugged it off amidst much laughing rebuffs, and Emma ignored David’s mumbled retort that sounded suspiciously like ‘crocodile’ and ‘clock.’
Mary Margaret hugged her and gestured to the two tables they’d pushed together. “We just got everything on the table—sit! Sit!”
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Dinner started off well enough – but only because everyone was too busy passing dishes and filling their plates to think of a veiled critique or disapproving comment. Once they began eating, however, it wasn’t long before David began grilling Killian about his intentions (“too many to list”), when he was planning to leave Storybrooke (“not any time soon, I’m afraid”), and what problems did he have with his wife’s cooking (“none, only I’m saving my vegetables for Emma—she favors them, though she’s never said”).
And then, when Killian attempted to draw Mary Margaret into the conversation – assuming he had an ally in Snow – her mother asked, with undying brightness, just what sort of practical skills a pirate could transfer into the real world.
“Killian’s teaching me how to be a pirate,” Henry informed them, stuffing his mouth with food.
“Is that so?” David said through a stiff smile.
“Mmphmm.”
“Nothing wrong with a boy learning his way about a sword,” Killian said – his voice tinged with strained levity.
“No,” Charming agreed, swirling the milk in his glass. “So long as it’s the right way.”
“How’s the house hunting going?” Emma interjected loudly—making Henry snort into his chocolate milk. And Killian – who’d been tensing like a piano wire throughout dinner – relaxed, even if just a little, at the sight of Henry with milk bubbling up his nose.
Emma found Killian’s foot under the table and nudged it reassuringly. His mouth twitched with a barely restrained smile—still braced for another conversational volley with her father—but Mary Margaret had decided to take pity on him, and carried on with Emma’s awkward redirect.
Between the two women, they managed to keep the rest of the dinner moderately civil—right up until the end, when Killian made the “mistake” of calling Emma’s apartment “home” and David abruptly excused himself from the table.
“That’s our cue to leave, I think,” Emma said with a wane smile, and stood as well. “Get your coat, Henry.”
“I’ll see to him,” Killian murmured, his hand ghosting over her arm as he slid past her, nodding curtly to Snow as he went to help Henry.
Emma helped her mother clear the dishes from the table, always with half an eye on Killian and Henry. Then with a wordless look from Killian, the two boys were slipping out the door, leaving Emma to say goodbye alone. Snow walked her to the door.
“So,” she started, broaching the subject. “Hook.”
“His name is Killian,” Emma corrected, not without heat. “You could both try using it.”
“Well, I guess we just didn’t know how long he’d be around...”
“Stop!” Emma hit the door with her palm so hard it rattled in its frame. “Just stop. I know you’re doing your whole...whatever thing, but don’t.”
Mary Margaret fumbled for words, her brow creasing, but not fast enough for Emma’s liking. With a disappointed sound, she wrenched open the door – earning a cautiously concerned look from Killian, who stood with Henry just down the walk.
“Emma, wait!”
She stopped just outside the door and turned, her face stubborn.
“He cares about me—but more than that he cares about my kid.”
Emma thought about chocolate milk and sword fights and how she’d have given anything as a child to have a parent want to teach her piracy.
She cleared her throat. “You haven’t been in the world, Mary Margaret. You don’t know it that well, so let me tell you – that’s rare.”
Thinking about it now, she couldn’t help but shake her head; “I had to go to the Enchanted Forest to find it.”
Mary Margaret sighed, but her expression was fond for all its exasperation. “So this is what it’s like to have a rebellious daughter.”
Emma snorted. “Yeah, well, parental disapproval doesn’t exactly pack as much punch when you’re the same age.”
Mary Margaret laughed and cupped her daughter’s face in her cool hands.
“We just—we want to make sure you’re happy.”
And Emma knew that—she always knew that—it was all her parents had tried to make clear since the curse was broken and their strange family unit had been reunited. They meant well; it just took some getting used to.
“Maybe try telling David to turn it down a notch?”
Snow chuckled, running her thumbs over Emma’s cheeks one last time before dropping her hands. “Charming—David – was fighting men away from you from the moment you were born.” Her tone was amusingly apologetic, but the memory it carried was bittersweet. “It’ll take some time to...adjust.”
Emma’s look was grateful all the same.
“Go,” Snow murmured – nodding her head over Emma’s shoulder. “He’s waiting for you.”
Emma looked back; Killian was bumping fists with Henry in some elaborate handshake they’d invented and when she turned back her smile was so terribly radiant that Snow knew a lost cause when she saw one.
“Yeah,” Emma said. “He is.”
And Snow smiled too, squeezing her daughter’s hands before Emma jogged down the front steps and joined the boys. Snow watched Henry’s face light up as he told his mom a story she couldn’t make out the words for, Killian’s arm going around Emma’s waist as easy as breathing, their bodies making space for each other’s automatically. Killian said something to make Emma laugh, and though Emma missed it entirely, Snow could see there was something like love in his face.
She closed the door softly on the scene – feeling almost like she was intruding – but she knew where it was going; even if they didn’t. Nets and trolls and forever afters.
