The funniest thing about this is that the area code is in South San Francisco. Sorry I live in San Fran and I now have a picture in my mind of a small house next to a cemetery (SSF is like half cemeteries) that is the base of operations to Jurassic Park.
I love Stephen King and Desperation is one of my top 5 favorite novels of his.
by blackberry stone
C: Don’t fail me, An awful surprise, Horseback riding excursion
AN: Set fairly early in the Rumbelle timeline during Belle’s tenure as Dark Castle Housekeeper. Shamelessly inspired by speculative posts regarding what nasties might be lurking in Rumpel’s vault. It’s a bit dark and a bit smutty, but hopefully not overtly so. And cookies to anyone who gets the statue reference!
When Rumpelstiltskin saw the flash of blue between rows of shelves and statuary in his vault he was positive he was imagining things, or else had wandered too close to some artifact that had peeked in at his mind and saw the pretty little thing that occupied it more and more often every day and had presented him with a vision of her. Surely she couldn’t be down here, not after his warnings. This hour usually found her curled up behind heavy drapes in a window somewhere with a battered book balanced on her knees, not creeping after him through thick woods and darkened tunnels.
And yet today it seemed curiosity had won his maid over. He could hear her footsteps, hushed but not silent on the stone floor, and a soft gasp somewhere behind him. Rumpelstiltskin bristled. This was no place for a bumbling housekeeper. The things he kept in here were too dangerous, too volatile, even for him to risk toying with for long. There were objects that could and had laid waste to villages, kingdoms, and in the case of one particular artifact, separated and locked inside six warded ironwood boxes, an entire world. This was no place for curiosity.
Rumpelstiltskin slipped out from behind the shelving, intent on giving his made a good solid scare and dragging her back to the castle proper before any harm could be done by (or to) her, but his word of warning died on his lips.
I think a soul mate is a person that’s meant to be in your life, but not always romantically.
True Love, I believe, is something that can’t be destined. It has to be worked for, and sacrificed for, and develops over time.
Maybe Regina could have had a different relationship if she’d met Robin back then, before she became the Evil Queen and before Robin met Marian. But Robin and Marian fell in love, and became a family. And Regina let hate control her for some many years.
And maybe what Regina needed was that little bit of time with Robin to learn that she can love, and maybe it’s a step towards her meeting someone that’s right for her. She knows she can love. Now she needs to accept the terrible things she’s done are her own fault and then hopefully meet someone that she hasn’t abused in any way.
This could be proof that she really is changing, if she can tell Robin that she’s happy for him and stop blaming Emma. Or it could be a breaking point as she lets it do the same thing Daniel’s death did and make her lash out.
Thank you for responding to me, I had a pseudo argument with a friend of mine and she kept saying that OQ was true love and I was reminding her about Timk saying they were soul mates, to kep a boring argument short her rebuttle was that it was the samething.
Oncers, get ready for more adventures! #OnceUponATime will be back for Season 4!
I am so heart broken that they cut out Neal.
That’s a lot of notes. Let’s all date each other. Everyone get into groups of two.
Let’s do the math then.
with 841,518 reblogs that would be 420,279 couples.
cAN I GET MINE IN PINK PLS
everytime I see this post it has an even amount of notes, I guess I’m just doomed to be alone forever
YEAH I GOT IT AT AN ODD NUMBER OF NOTES FUCK YEAH
Can you roll your tongue like this?
If you CAN, then please REBLOG.
This is for serious science! because I have an assignment in my biology class to do a survey on how many people can or cannot roll their tongues.
If you CANNOT roll your tongue like that, then please FAVOURITE this post!
you can de-favourite the post or delete it from your blog in about two weeks if you desire to do so, but I plead you to take part in this survey of serious sience! thank
I will be writing a sociological research paper about the effects of the lyrics in Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines.
Please reblog this if you are a female who finds the lyrics of this song offensive or upsetting.
Poor baby has a headache. I will rub ur temples for u.
And play with your hair while I’m at it, of course.
I know I’m the one that promoted this amazing story but can you pretty please with science on top continue it.
Rumbelle AU! The shadow instead of dropping Rumple of at the spinsters house takes him to a village far away where his fathers name won’t haunt him.
He didn’t know where he was. He wasn’t in that place any more, nor was he with his father. The shadow had taken him and pulled him back to this world but it hadn’t returned him to the Spinsters. He’d taken him somewhere else, somewhere near the sea. He couldn’t recognise a single thing, nothing stood out to him. He was lost. He was so very lost.
"Boy, why are you crying?"
Rumpelstiltskin looked up to see a girl standing above him. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, not wanting to let her see him cry. “I’m not.”
"You were. It’s okay. My Papa cries sometimes too. What’s wrong?"
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