Apr 27, 2016
rebelhannah replied to your post “someonethatiamnot > somewhereapart”
Oh, hey icon twin! *waves*
Oh heyyyyyy! Perhaps I should change mine, then? Will it get confusing if we’re matchy?
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rebelhannah replied to your post “someonethatiamnot > somewhereapart”
Oh, hey icon twin! *waves*
Oh heyyyyyy! Perhaps I should change mine, then? Will it get confusing if we’re matchy?
My Tumblr Crushes:
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By the looks of this I’m stalking @freifraufischer and @someonethatiamnot too much xD~
Happy Birthday, Britt!! AKA icon twin ;) Hope you have a lovely day! :D
I’m so glad we get to cause mass confusion on a daily basis with our icons. I hope your day is lovely, too, and thank you! <3
Top five places you'd like to visit (that you haven't yet been to)
the UK
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Austria
Greece
Australia
Outlaw queen + cider :)
30 Day Drabble Challenge Day 1
The school cafeteria had been transformed that night.
The windows were darkened, covered with black construction paper, and orange twinkle lights illuminated the room. Jack-o-lanterns flickered softly at the doors of the cafeteria, and cutouts of leaves, black cats, and pumpkins covered the walls. A huge scarecrow guarded the entrance to the door, hay bales were stacked by the supply cabinets (the cafeteria also doubled as the art room, and the hay served as impromptu seating as well as discouraging little fingers from getting into the art supplies), and tables had been set up offering activities and games–everything from painting pumpkins and bobbing for apples to ring toss and a cakewalk filled with fall goodies. “The Monster Mash” was playing softly over the speakers, and the entire school seemed filled to the brim with excited students and their parents. It was time for the annual Fall Carnival at Storybrooke Elementary School.
Regina and Henry had arrived early, for Regina had served on the planning committee for the festival since Henry’s kindergarten days, and had been assigned to work at a booth as well. Henry had helped with set-up, hauling pumpkins inside and artfully arranging leaves, setting up prizes to give away and sneaking in a few minutes of reading time with his Percy Jackson book when his mother wasn’t looking. But as soon as the carnival had started, Henry had asked to go spend time with his friends, and Regina had been left alone at her booth, which she was quickly realizing wasn’t as lucrative as she thought it would be. She’d had very few takers so far to bob for apples–a few second graders who had become discouraged and left after a few tries, a dad who deserved a medal for perseverance but had walked away with only a sticker and a soaking wet shirt and no apple, and one particularly snooty mom who had looked down her nose at Regina and asked if she knew how many germs could be contained in a bucket of water like that. (Regina had only smiled sweetly, explained that she hadn’t chosen that particular booth, and barely refrained from dumping the entire bucket on the woman’s smug head as she turned away). But that had been at least half an hour ago, and she hadn’t had another customer since. She absently munched an apple as she smiled at students as they passed by, wishing she could take out her cell phone so she might at least have something to do.
She glanced around–they hadn’t been expressly told that they couldn’t use their cell phones while working the carnival, but it was probably best not to be caught just in case. None of the teachers or the other parents seemed to be paying much attention to her, thankfully, and she slid her phone out of her purse, holding it discreetly on her lap. No texts, but she could always check facebook, or TriviaCrack…
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
She jumped and looked up guiltily as the unfamiliar voice interrupted her thoughts, and she looked up to see a man standing off to the side of her little booth, holding two orange plastic cups. He smiled kindly at her. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just thought you could use a little pick-me-up. Cider?”
“You read my mind,” she said with a smile, slipping the phone back out of sight. “I’ve been craving some all night. I just wasn’t sure if leaving my booth would be frowned upon.”
“Ah, you see, I don’t have that problem. One of the perks of working the refreshments table.”
“Lucky you. That was a coveted assignment, unlike mine. Unfortunately I think the novelty of bobbing for apples wore off about…thirty years ago.”
“I’m sure you’ll get some takers soon,” the man said with a smile, dimples cutting into his cheeks. He offered her one of the cups.
She wasn’t usually the type to accept drinks from strange men, but she knew him even if she couldn’t place his name, and this was her son’s elementary school, for heaven’s sake. She took the cup with a grateful smile, taking a sip. “Thanks. You’re…Robin, right?” she asked after a moment, still trying to place him in her head. “We met a few times at the planning committee meetings.”
“Yep, Robin Locksley. Father of Roland. First grade.”
“Regina Mills. Fourth. I think my son Henry is in line for the cakewalk right now.”
Robin smiled, sitting down at the table across from her as he took a drink of his own cider. “Mine’s at the face painting booth last I checked. He’s with a friend and his parents. I’m hoping that my shift ends soon enough that I can actually enjoy some time with him tonight.”
“I’m sure someone would take over for you if you asked.”
“No, I don’t mind, if they need the help. It’s all to support the school, right? Those new tables in the library aren’t going to buy themselves.”
“Or that new playground equipment. Although between you and me I think we’re going to need a bit more money than what ring toss booths and raffles and apple cider donuts can buy.”
“Although that cakewalk looks promising,” Robin continued as Regina took another drink of her cider, the spicy sweetness exploding on her tongue. She had always loved apple cider in the fall.
“Mom! Mom!”
Regina looked up to see her son bounding up to her, a grin stretching from ear to ear. “I won the pumpkin cupcakes!” he cried triumphantly.
“Henry, that’s awesome! Congratulations!”
“Nice change from all the apple, right, Mom?” he asked playfully, causing Regina to reach out and ruffle his hair with a roll of her eyes.
“I don’t see anyone else complaining. Robin, this is my son, Henry. Henry, this is Robin, he’s one of the parent volunteers tonight too. He saw I was dying of boredom and he rescued me with some apple cider.”
“That’s nice. Do you want a cupcake?”
“No thanks, Henry,” Robin said with a smile. “I actually had my eye on that apple pie in the cakewalk. If it’s still up there by the time my shift ends, I’m going for it.”
Henry looked from Robin to Regina before bursting into laughter. Robin gave him a bewildered stare. “What’s so funny?”
“My mom made the apple pie for the cakewalk. Out of everything up there, you picked the one thing that she made.”
Regina felt her cheeks growing hot, and she quickly took a sip of apple cider.
rebelhannah replied to your post: “Warning: I am listening to Hamilton for the first time right now. ...”:
Yasssss. Hamilton is fantastic!! Enjoy!
I just almost died at "I will send a fully-armed battalion to remind you of my love."
@rebelhannah and @desperationandgin i just wanted the two of you to know that I was EXCEPTIONALLY confused for a little while
LOL, great minds think alike!