#offurandfangs

[ace-murdock]

Your blog has such a lovely aesthetic. It's actually quite calming!

Thanks! That’s what I use it for (calming) and I’m glad it has the same effect on others.

[definegodliness]

Blog song? I'll play the game too :3

And the song of your blog shall be, from now until eternity:

The Nightmare Before Christmas - What’s This?

This is me scrolling your blog hahaha

[alaevirdae]

offurandfangs replied to your post:offurandfangs liked your post:I want to plot...

*lays on* hi!

Hi there! Should I send you a message or something? 

[alaevirdae]

offurandfangs liked your post:I want to plot things okay. 

You should come to me. 

[pxtersparkers]

" I'm not sure I can help you find what you're looking for, I'm just a chemistry teacher "

[justanorphan-archive]

something to take off the edge ;

          She had no idea what she was thinking, why she even bothered with the boy that had come randomly knocking at her door. But no matter how cold and indifferent as she may be, it wasn't like she could just leave him there at her door-step. First off, she did not need her neighbors calling the damn cops on her. Secondly, she would be lying if she said that not even a part of her was curious about her would-be-son.

         The drive from Boston to Storybrooke, Maine--wherever that fucking was--had been insufferable, what with the way the kid seemed to have a nasty habit of talking too much. She was, in fact, happy that she had given him up because she was not sure if she could handle him. A part of her should feel guilty for that, but she didn't.

          Emma Swan grew up alone with nothing to her name. When she had finally found someone, he betrayed her and left her to rot in a cell for eleven months--while giving birth while being contained. It was no wonder that bitterness had won over --

                                       and she became the d a r k n e s s                                                              in the [ light ]

            She had finally been released from the Sheriff's Station after being detained for supposed drunk driving and the first thing she did was scope out the entire town. There was nothing interesting, nothing fun. It was frighteningly boring if anybody asked her. When the sun set and the night followed, the bonds person found herself at the only bar she could find.

          "What kind of name is the Rabbit Hole anyway?" She asked, settling into one of the bar stools with a flash of her lips. Jerking her chin up, she tapped her fingers against the surface of the wood. "Can a girl get some whiskey?"