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superwholockpottervenger:

rneowies:

rneowies:

i love star trek!!!!

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guys people think that i think this is actually star trek i dont want to be remembered like this

set phasers to fruit salad 


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loveholic198:

mymarysunshine:

A STRONG FEMALE LEAD AND A MAN WHO IS WOUNDED AND BROKEN AND LOOKS AT HER LIKE THE SUN I WANT TWENTY 

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  • sirius black: heck yes I'm out of Azkaban
  • sirius black: right plan a kill that motherfucker wormtail little fucking
  • sirius black: actually maybe I should check on harry first
  • sirius black: in disguise obvs
  • sirius black: will the fact my disguise is also an omen of death affect this damaged and targeted child in any way
  • sirius black: nah

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socially-impaired-premed-student:

A/N: Hello! Some people showed interest in this,so here it is!

So, I just sat down and wrote this 8k monster in one sitting. It took me most morning and all afternoon. I just couldn’t stop. This story is based on a real story, kind of. My sister has a friend who never met her real dad, her mother married when she was very little and her stepfather raised her as his own. She always refers to hi as her dad, she never even wanted to know about her biological father. And I just really wanted to explore that with Captain Swan and Henry, because I love Captain Cobra.

PLEASE BEWARE that this might be a trigger warning to someone for child neglect. It’s not very bad, just some mentions of it, but if it’s a sensitive matter to you, be careful if you decide to read it.

And I’ve gotten way out of my comfort zone with this one, I’ve never written anything like this and it’s not really something I’ve contact with in my life, I just tried to put myself in Emma’s shoes, and it’s only a fanfiction, I’m really, really sorry if I somehow turn out to handle a situation poorly. Please have patience.

That being said, I have all the respect for single mothers. Just… You people have a whole new kind of strength.

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These days of dust which we’ve known

Will blow away with the new sun

- I Will Wait, Mumford & Sons

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Emma’s twenty-one and stuck in a waitressing job on a little old diner in a one-horse town, struggling to make ends meet and keep a roof over their heads so they don’t try to take her baby away. It’s a small ancient building and the owner is a gruff old widow, the likes of which you see on the news for chasing down thieves with a shotgun. She’s a bit rough around the edges, but kind, and when Emma showed up at her doorstep holding up the hiring ad with a two-year-old on her hip and ratty sweater practically hanging out of her shoulders, Mrs. Lucas opened the door, threw her an apron and gave her a key to a room in the inn just around the back. No questions. She feeds them breakfast and lunch, lets her keep Henry around her behind the counter, and sometimes sneaks him blueberry muffins just before they leave for the night, and it pains Emma to think it’s because she’s afraid he won’t eat before the next morning.

It’s an absolutely gut wrenching feeling, knowing that in the past she’d have been right.

(She thinks of cold nights huddling together in the backseat of the bug, stomachs growling and Henry sobbing against her chest, no money, no friends, no one she could turn to, knowing she needed to steal again, but terrified they would catch her and take her little boy away from her)

She’d decided to leave the big cities. They worked for a young thief and a con man, but things tended to be more expensive when you’re actually paying for them, and if she wanted to keep her son she needed to start keeping to the side of the law. So she closed her eyes, ran a finger across the brochure at the bus station and came up with Storybrooke, Maine. She held on to Henry, tried to crush the memories of borrowed motel rooms and maps and broken promises. She’d waited long enough in Tallahassee. She hopped on a bus and they were off to the start of their rest of their lives.

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Countdown to Halloween: The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

‘Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you’ve seen in your dreams. For the story you’re about to be told began with the holiday worlds of auld. Now you’ve probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven’t I’d say it’s time you begun.


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arthnoldpendragon:

steven moffat is the writer of some of doctor who’s scariest monsters, for example the weeping angels, atrocious writing and misogyny


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thechronicferuchemist:

Uterus, I do not understand your need to have a baby. We cannot afford a baby. I do not want a baby. Hell you wouldn’t even be happy if we had a baby. I find these temper tantrums you throw every month we don’t have a baby absolutely unacceptable.


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agentgay:

agentgay:

‘yOU think u cAn do deez things buT u JUST CAN’T SAMMY’

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it’S BACK 


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carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

gavinserection:

Remember when

  • Smuts were known as lemons
  • Yaoi Warnings ( Don’t Like, Don’t Read! )
  • Character x Character instead of Character/Character
  • Every Time We Touch videos, and the forgotten  Listen To Your Heart videos
  • Numa Numa
  • Naruto Phase

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officialbrucespringsteen:

hey isnt that jonas brother a disney kid

and now he’s half naked everywhere

and everyone is admiring him for growing up so nicely

wasnt miley cyrus a disney kid too

and she was half naked everywhere

and everyone freaked their fuckin shit