Send me a ship and I’ll rate it.

meowgon:

hungry0bookworm:

1sh4dow1:

A+: OTP
A: I love it
B: It’s really cute
C: Not a bad ship
D: I’m neutral on it
E: I don’t really like it
F: NOTP
N/A: I don’t know the ship well enough

Bring it, people. Send me all the ships.

do this i am running on four hours sleep and need to crush some dreams

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This is a Pro Jennifer Morrison Blog

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magicisacrutch asked: Gimme angst!

beautynamedbelle:

beautynamedbelle:

25. My muse is being stalked and shows up at your muse’s house 
uninvited, asking to stay the night.

Belle French had a stalker. She didn’t know his name, but she certainly knew his face. She saw it everywhere she went, and it terrified her. He had medium length dark hair, and she remembered first meeting him at the Rabbit Hole a few months prior. Too bad she didn’t remember his name, as the police couldn’t do much without it.

He scared her, the way he watched her. It was almost as if he was just waiting for a moment that should was alone. There were unspeakable acts in his gaze that made her skin crawl and often times forced into a scalding hot shower. She was just glad her bathroom had no windows.

It was raining, as it was wont to do in Maine, and it was nearly midnight. She was driving back home from the library she worked at, to her father’s house when her car sputtered and came to a stop. “Oh, shoot!” She mumbled, trying to start it again. It sputtered again, but didn’t turn over. The last thing she wanted was to flood the engine, and so she removed the keys from the ignition and laid her head on the steering wheel. She could call her father— he’d be asleep but he’d come for her. Or Ruby might be closer, but she was almost certainly drunk. Thunder clapped above her and lightening struck in the distance.

With a sigh, she looked up and out if her window. A distance away was a figure, and for a moment she thought she was saved. Maybe they lived nearby and she could at least wait inside. But as he got to the street lamp, she knew that it wasn’t her savior drawing closer, but her stalker.

Fear courses through her and she hurriedly tried to start the car again. It struggled and strained but didn’t start, and Belle knew she couldn’t stay there. Biting her bottom lip, Belle opened the car door and bolted keys in hand, ready to use like a weapon, not bothering to take her purse. She was soaked to the bone and freezing in a moment, but she couldn’t let that stop her. The man began to quicken his pace to try and keep up with her, several feet behind her.

Feet slipping in the smooth heels she wore and hair sticking to her face and neck, Belle ran as quickly as said heels would allow to the nearest house with a single light on. She rang the bell and pounded on the door simultaneously, tears mixing with the rain as she cried. “Hello?! Please! Let me in! Oh God, please let me in!” She looked frantically behind her to see the man drawing ever nearer. “Hello!?”

"The library sort of is too," she admitted. "I really don’t make enough to warrant it being a full time job. Especially since the Mayor has made it clear that if the library doesn’t start pulling in more usage then she won’t let me keep it open all week." She sighed. "If it wasn’t for papa’s flower shop I’d probably have to take Granny up on her offer to waitress." She chuckled. "Could you imagine me as a waitress? I’m the clumsiest person in this whole town."

"I’m sure that isn’t true," he assured her. Then again, he’d seen her drop more books than he could count, and more than once, he’d had to catch her wrist to keep her from tripping in her heels.

chippedcupxbelle asked: "Gimme Angst."

chippedcupxbelle:

8. Your muse finds mine lying on the ground with a deep stab wound in their stomach/leg (mun’s choice)

Belle nodded. “Of course I still have it.” She said, pulling the phone out of her pocket. She dialed the number he told her to and talked to the person on the other line. She hung up and tucked the phone away. “They are sending an ambulance for you right now Rumple.” She said softly.

"Thank you," he said quietly, leaning over to press a light kiss to Belle’s hair. "I’m so sorry for worrying you, darling…" It was hardly his fault, of course, but he felt the need to apologize, regardless.

whoa leave cast and crew alone, guys

I’m so pissed. And it’s seriously just her. Lana has tweeted about OQ and hasn’t gotten nearly as much hate as Jen. It drives me crazy.

Happily Never After

The amount of not okay in this article is ridiculous. Huffington Post already annoys the shit out of me 99% of the time, but this? CS is canon. Get over it. Getting upset with Jen and posting something like this bashing her for tweeting about a canon ship is, quite frankly, disgusting. She is wonderful, and has never been anything but kind to the fans. People need to leave her the fuck alone.

Anonymous asked: ♠
♠:A character I desperately want to roleplay with

A Charming! I need my brotp. Badly. I’d also love a Robin Hood. Rumple wants to apologize to him for the Roland incident.

magicisacrutch asked: Gimme angst!

beautynamedbelle:

beautynamedbelle:

25. My muse is being stalked and shows up at your muse’s house 
uninvited, asking to stay the night.

Belle French had a stalker. She didn’t know his name, but she certainly knew his face. She saw it everywhere she went, and it terrified her. He had medium length dark hair, and she remembered first meeting him at the Rabbit Hole a few months prior. Too bad she didn’t remember his name, as the police couldn’t do much without it.

He scared her, the way he watched her. It was almost as if he was just waiting for a moment that should was alone. There were unspeakable acts in his gaze that made her skin crawl and often times forced into a scalding hot shower. She was just glad her bathroom had no windows.

It was raining, as it was wont to do in Maine, and it was nearly midnight. She was driving back home from the library she worked at, to her father’s house when her car sputtered and came to a stop. “Oh, shoot!” She mumbled, trying to start it again. It sputtered again, but didn’t turn over. The last thing she wanted was to flood the engine, and so she removed the keys from the ignition and laid her head on the steering wheel. She could call her father— he’d be asleep but he’d come for her. Or Ruby might be closer, but she was almost certainly drunk. Thunder clapped above her and lightening struck in the distance.

With a sigh, she looked up and out if her window. A distance away was a figure, and for a moment she thought she was saved. Maybe they lived nearby and she could at least wait inside. But as he got to the street lamp, she knew that it wasn’t her savior drawing closer, but her stalker.

Fear courses through her and she hurriedly tried to start the car again. It struggled and strained but didn’t start, and Belle knew she couldn’t stay there. Biting her bottom lip, Belle opened the car door and bolted keys in hand, ready to use like a weapon, not bothering to take her purse. She was soaked to the bone and freezing in a moment, but she couldn’t let that stop her. The man began to quicken his pace to try and keep up with her, several feet behind her.

Feet slipping in the smooth heels she wore and hair sticking to her face and neck, Belle ran as quickly as said heels would allow to the nearest house with a single light on. She rang the bell and pounded on the door simultaneously, tears mixing with the rain as she cried. “Hello?! Please! Let me in! Oh God, please let me in!” She looked frantically behind her to see the man drawing ever nearer. “Hello!?”

"All of those antiques you collect—" she said. "I know it isn’t just for the shop. You treat them with far too much care. Your insights on the town are interesting. I can’t wait to hear what you have to say about the books we’ll read."

"The antiques are a hobby," he admitted. "To be honest, so is the shop." He was wealthy enough simply from owning property around Storybrooke that, had he wanted to, he could have closed and sold the pawnshop years ago.

chippedcupxbelle asked: "Gimme Angst."

chippedcupxbelle:

8. Your muse finds mine lying on the ground with a deep stab wound in their stomach/leg (mun’s choice)

Belle could read him like the books in her library. She knew he was in pain and she felt awful. “We should get you to a hospital. I know you have magic, and you can’t die, but you’ve lost a lot of blood Rumple.” She said, looking up at him, her concern rippling through her eyes. “I don’t think we can walk all the way there though.” She admitted. 

"Have you the phone I gave you?" he asked, deciding against his wishes that perhaps calling for the ambulance would be their best option. She was right— walking was out of the question. "Dial 9-1-1."

MV