the queen, alone.

WILL I TELL YOU MY OWN STORY?

[janesfonda]

Why don’t you stay for a week, and I can teach you about being a scary dragon bitch

[thequeenalone-a]

"Have you missed me, dear?"

          Her stomach seized. Her breath caught. Regina couldn’t control that initial spasm of dread, the one that turned her to ice as she faced Cora. No matter what had happened, or how Regina had tried to soften her mother in memory, Cora still scared her.

          “Mother,” she said, and took a deep breath, let it out as unobtrusively as she could, calming herself. “How --” she looked her up and down: it was unmistakably, unquestionably Cora, down to the fine, expressive lines around her mouth. “How is this -- possible?” Then, in a flat, cynical voice a little more like her own, “You’re dead.”

[thequeenalone-a]

If it wasn't obvious you make Alana Bloom make the =D face.

          “Well -- Alana makes me, ah, smile too.”

[thequeenalone-a]

mmeserpent:

“I’m glad to hear you say that. I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t  crossed my mind lately that maybe I wasn’t enough. Not in the larger scheme of things, anyway.”

          “I’m -- I’m sorry.” Guilt tugged at her, hard; her gaze flickered down, away, then -- she forced it back up, meeting Catherine’s eyes. She wanted her to know she was being honest. “I was -- raised in that mythology. The fated happy ending.” There was a bitter echo in the words, but it was a quiet one. “I wanted one for myself. I wanted a perfect destiny written in the stars.”

[thequeenalone-a]

let's raise a baby together winks @

[dailyouat]

[thequeenalone-a]

obviously, i spoke way too soon the other day when i was like, “regina’s asleep, leave a message.” :| so, at this point, i guess i need to think about how i’m going to deal with regular canon? maybe i’ll just become way more canon divergent.

[thequeenalone-a]

catherine has missed her wife yes she has

          “Catherine -- I’m sorry. I’ve been running around, chasing cars,          with this author business.   I... Don’t need to find my happiness          in the pages of some book.    My happiness is here.    With you,          and Henry.”

[thequeenalone-a]

-- emeraldspectacle

          “The king has read my diary. He knows that you and           I are --” her voice broke off.      What exactly are she           and Evanora? Friends?     “That we understand each           other.”

[thequeenalone-a]

butimalwaysalana:

So maybe she’s just happy to see Regina, maybe that’s all that matters. There’s this tiny squeeze to her shoulder, the move affectionate, before flitting off to fetch coffee and tea, “I totally understand. If you’d like to discuss, I’m here. If not– well, still here.”

           “I...” She hesitates, she can’t help it -- discuss? What, talk about her feelings like a healthy adult? Regina sighs, presses her lips together. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” She’s not sure if she can accept; she doesn’t think she wants to peel off another layer of herself for Alana Bloom, show her more scars. “Have you been -- well?”

[thequeenalone-a]

-- butimalwaysalana

           “I’m -- sorry I haven’t been... Available. Things have            been hectic, at home.”

[frivolouswhim-deactivated202501]

“Stupid girl. You think it will make you strong to hurt yourself?” “Oh it does if it hurts you more.”

[thequeenalone-a]

tfw one of ur headcanons is confirmed in the middle of an episode that otherwise makes zero sense and has no continuity

[darkparadiseprodz]

[thequeenalone-a]

giveaway prize --

80 icons of kate mulgrew in star trek: voyager for the exclusive use of capt-kathryn-janeway.

mediafire link.

[showmcwhattodo]

Let's play a game. Go to google images and type your muse’s first name + the word "meme" and reblog with the best meme that appears.

[thequeenalone-a]

[thequeenalone-a]

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

black swan starter prompts.STATUS: accepting.

          ❝ It’s two thirty AM, Doctor Gordon. ❞ Regina is over-enunciating, but the words still emerge blurred by one cider too many.  ❝ I know how to read a clock. ❞

          She’s had too much to drink to have a capacity for shame, or propriety -- she is, after all, here after two in the morning, in her disheveled work clothes, smelling of alcohol, trying to avoid going home. She sidles up to him, tilts her face up to look into his -- God, she loves tall men. Has she told him that? In a flicker of self-awareness, she realizes that right now, the compliment would come out like Good job being tall. She settles for a kiss -- or what should be a kiss, but she bumps her face directly into his instead, her nose colliding with his cheek.

          ❝ You’re too far away, ❞ she says. She’s changed her mind. She doesn’t like tall men anymore. ❝ Come here. ❞ She uses the demanding, mommyish voice she employs on Henry when he won’t clean his room.