#hatteir

[onoirferal]

. In Time .

          He wasn’t sure how he got there,     or what happened.               Was it something he ate?     Something he drank?

          Memory blurred, thoughts clouded — too much was going on in his head. But, memory was a funny thing, wasn’t it? They thought he was insane; everyone telling him these memories of another life were a manifestation — must have been something?     Stress?                                                                    He had to let it go . . .      Pretend to be      n o r m a l .                                                        Pretend to not have remembered. Sometimes, that was fine. But others? Not so much. It was stressful. Putting up a false façade — and to please who? The townsfolk? No. The Queen.

          And maybe, just maybe, the Sheriff starting drinking a touch more whiskey than per usual — than before. Just a little something to take the edge off. Just a little something to forget. Just a little something to get through those (now sparse) ‘meetings’ with the Mayor. Just a little something to get by. For now.

         So maybe it was the alcohol that dulled his ever so good reaction time — regardless of how little he thought he had to drink. (Which he knew wasn’t a good idea, but when were the roads of Storybrooke ever busy?) And something, a silhouette in the road, caused the man to swerve the car, crashing into a ditch. To the smell of smoke and the air bag as a pillow, Graham has passed out.

                           Darkness.          Vision obscured.                                      Mouth     dry. The taste of cloth polluted his mouth. Gagged deep, fabric locking all moist away. Shoulders rolled, arms straining against . . . something. Tied. Restrained. He grunted, giving up the fight. It was no use — someone was coming. Footfalls echoed against a hard floor.

@hatteir 

[westvvitch]

@hatteir​         >>>>        dialogue  starter.

“  I  suppose  any  RUN  OF  THE  MILL   foot  -  in  -  their  -  mouth  sort  of  being  in  this  situation  might  comment  on  the  ridiculously  foolish  and  grotesque  way  in  which  you’ve  made  your  entrance  into  my  quarters  UNANNOUNCED.  Fortunately  for  YOU,  I  am  one  step  even  BELOW  run  of  the  mill.  I  am  wicked.  Therefore,  I  won’t  utter  a  thing.  ” 

[glorywaited]

☽ /  @hatteir​  :   ℧            GENERATED SCENARIOS !!  (  accepting !!  )

jefferson is a barista at cassandra's favorite coffee shop.

cassandra cooking lunch for jefferson.

cassandra is a famous and jefferson is their biggest fan.

cassandra and jefferson go ice skating.jefferson is not very good and cassandra has to help them.

jefferson confessed their love to cassandra, but was rejected.

jefferson gets amnesia and forgets everything about cassandra.

[thecharmingknightemma]

what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

‘don’t end sentences with prepositions’ dude watch me, it makes me mad to just think about it 

also I don’t know if this goes in English too but not starting sentences with some specific words like ‘because’ or ‘but’ or whatever, since depending on the kind of informal language you are using it sounds good and that’s good enough for me? The Italian translation of Pratchett’s books make them sound like he’s writing down the exact way he speaks to his friends, not caring about that sort of thing, making it so real and humorous, and it works so well for me. 

but to be honest I’m needlessly defiant when it comes to people bringing up rules like that lol 

[intelwon]

                         EVERYTHING   HE’S   SAID,   the   outlandish   theories   he   believes   to   be   the   absolute   truth   causes   her   head   to   hurt.   Magic   doesn’t   exist,   he’s   never   been   decapitated,   surely   the   stories   from   that   book   are   just   that;   stories.   Yet,   she   hesitates   in   outright   calling   him   crazy.   Even   she   knows   there’s   a   sliver   of   truth   in   all   stories   and   perhaps   this   one   has   a   sprinkling   of something. 

❝   You   don’t   need   me   to   tell   you   that   everything   you   say sounds ridiculous.   I’m   sure   you   already   know...   but   perhaps   it’d   be   easier   for   you   to   just...   take   a   more   pragmatic   approach.   Obviously,   things   aren’t   what   you   say   and   it’s   better   to   just   accept   the   current   truth.   ❞ 

      @hatteir​ c:

[soulcluster-moved]

@hatteir​;

“Papa! Papa, look what I found!” Grace came running up to her father, hands clasped to hide something, and a wide grin across her face. She waited until she had his attention before opening her hands ever so carefully to reveal a ladybug. “Isn’t she pretty, papa?”

[ghostofaformerself-archive]

JEFFERSON MARCH @hatteir

     FEET CARRY HER THROUGH THE WOODS AT AS QUICKLY AS THEY CAN. muscles burn, but they’re used to the abuse and push on regardless. it’s the only thing on her mind, checking on him.      the way she knocks on the door is frantic, worried that something might have happened to him. she fiddles with the ring on her middle finger, a nervous habit, while she waits for him to answer. she hopes he answers.

[forgottenstoriies]

“Yeah portals, magic hat . . .  Emma and the movie kind of filled me in, more or less,” Neal muttered distracted, though his cautious gaze never strayed from Jefferson as he spoke. It was almost as if Neal expected a portal to appear at the mere mention of the word. He swallowed, then adjusted his posture in his seat. With all other avenues exhausted, he had heard rumors about his Father’s former accomplice — though that didn’t mean much, if anything, in the manners of trust. “But have you gotten it to work? Like, really, really work?” ( ft. @hatteir​ / sc )