#I feel like Clint regrets ever making friends with Nat #he’s like the fuck is she doing? #I’m gonna get hurt and she’s gonna be fine and I’ll get the blame and she’ll get out of it again #’oh no mr fury it was clint’s idea’ yeah. yeah. just because she can kill a man with her thighs she gets away with murder #literally and here’s me #shootin’ guys from forever away and I get all the shit #if I had thighs like that I could kill guys too (via kirkandbones)
Let’s talk about those three moments shall we?
- In the first gif, Emma and the others are arriving at the cemetery. She just tried to call Regina and Henry just made his comment about not hitting his face to Gold. So, they are all walking toward Regina’s vault and Emma’s face just change the moment she saw Hook, Tink and Neal in front of it. Look at it very closely She is just VERY focused on all those three and it looks like she is walking a little bit faster than she was before. But look at her face, suddenly more open and expressive than she was seconds ago. (I wonder why and who provokes that huh *wink*)
the rest under a read more because it’s a little bit long….
Lieutenant Duckling AU (inspired by the kickass prompt from onceuponamirror) : Emma, daughter of former president Mary Margaret Blanchard, meets Navy Lieutenant Killian Jones at a fundraiser for her mother’s foundation. They hit it off immediately and spend months happily together until Killian is deployed. Killian has to get his left hand amputated as a result of an attack on the seas, and in the aftermath of his recovery he tells Emma she deserves much better than him. She tells him to go straight to hell and informs him that she’s in this thing for the long haul no matter what.
I imagine that when Emma spoke of losing hope, Killian was pulled back into his first first time in Neverland, perhaps sometime between year one and three hundred, when it started to dawn on him that he wasn’t just trapped in that realm, but in a state of life that held nothing but misery, with no sign of hope.
But he did get a sign, and its name was Baelfire. For a moment, he let himself think that there was still hope, that there could be more than just misery. But the moment passed, and Bae was gone. He must have told himself that he was wrong, that happiness wasn’t for him, and that there truly was no good left in the world for him. He looked around him, he looked inside him, and all that was left was revenge.
So I imagine that he counted his days in Neverland just as Bae did, until counting seemed pointless. That in anguish he wrote ‘Milah’ in the dirt, just as Henry drew a house, only to kick it away and in a festering rage write ‘Rumplestiltskin’ instead. That he did it over and over until the name haunted him in his sleep, consumed him, changed him.
And every day further from that last notch on the wall, every day that he lived without hope, was a day further from who he really was, and a day deeper into the man he was becoming—that ruthless scoundrel who fought desperately to find meaning in three centuries of exile. It has to be revenge, he must have thought. What else could it be?
But then he met Emma, and suddenly he had his answer. There was more than just misery, more than just revenge. There was hope, and suddenly, he wasn’t lost anymore.
WHY MUST YOU HURT ME THIS WAY