#ooooooooooooof

[its-a-state-of-angst]

Oooof Regina changing one of Emma's most traumatic memories giving up Henry

[yoakkemae-archived]

what does your soul look like? / quiz one, quiz two

a shadowed figure within a void. You are the flickering shape in the darkness. The echo of something lost. Are you even there at all, really? Does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you? You were the first to lose yourself. You stumbled in the dark, and in trying to find who you are, you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things. Can you still say that you are you, if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find? What is it that you think will make you whole again? Do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you? There is no monster trying to harm you. There is only you, and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self-destruction. You are the villain of your own story. There is no one you have harmed more than yourself.

A cardboard box of blank photographs. Where are you? Why are you hiding? What are you hiding? You're passive but there's something bubbling beneath that surface. Spit it out, be open with yourself, express your pain.

tagged: @zuhaus

[its-a-state-of-angst]

EMMA doing her best to hold back the tears

"I was angry at you for so long. Wondering how could you choose to let me grow up without you"

"I'm sorry I'm not good at this. I guess I just...I'm not used to someone putting me first!"

OH EMMA :( :( the pain she's been in and finally letting it out :(

[ripk0l]

clearly your mind is elsewhere.

little jealousy prompt.

clearly, she wasn't wrong. how could he not have his head elsewhere when she was there? it wasn't everyday that he would accept to go out like that in the open. in fact, he doesn't go out at all. but he wanted to make her happy tonight and maybe drag her into his hunt. first though, drinks and a bit of fun before the whole going out for trouble. so, when they entered the bar and she insisted on staying for a bit, the vampire couldn't help but says yes to what she wanted. trying to act like he was happy to be there when in fact, he just wanted to leave. seeing her flirt with every person who told her how beautiful she was and smiling at them as if he clearly wasn't there was another thing that made the original vampire jealous and mad at the same time. could she feel it like he felt fear and confusion when he spoke to her nicely and then completely ignore her five minutes later? a sigh of annoyance escaped him again as his fingers tightened on the glass of bourbon he was drinking, " i don't have my head elsewhere, but you do, " he said as the glass shattered in his hand, his eyes, a black that could say a lot of things at that moment as he stood up and dragged her with him by the arm. " what are you playing at? do you really want to see me lose my temper? i'm two fingers away from ripping their heads off and feeding them to others at the same time so please, if you don't want to be the cause of death today, stop this right now. stop pushing it. " / @lycancursed.

[unhinged-nymph]

Me too, rhett. Me too.

[amcrist]

this hozier album tho my go d i n h eaven

[unsettlingstories]

I don’t know if you guys know about this, but there’s a belief in Klingon culture that says you’re unable to perceive concepts unless you know the words for them in the Klingon language.

It’s called the Sapir-Worf hypothesis.

[islandiis]

"Love isn't conditional, or transactional. Seeing you happy is enough. It's always been." || you asked for it :)

tell Fannar what he needs to hear | accepting pls I beg

He really isn't sure what to say; again, his mind immediately goes blank, and heat rises to Fannar's cheeks as he averts Craig's eyes, and the silence stretches on. He's never been very good at this sort of thing, receiving any kind of kindness or reassurance. But it's Craig, and he wants to say something, because he cares about what he has to say — it's just hard figuring out what exactly he should say, especially when it's not something he can agree with.

"I just — Thank you. Thank you — I don't... I don't really know what to say." A pause, a long one, as Fannar rakes a hand through his hair and looks down to his sneakers. "I know I'm a lot to deal with. And I just, uh... I'm sorry."

'I don't really know if I'm worth it', is what he wants to say, but he doesn't.