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Uhm, look, I can’t change what I’ve done. And this, this probably isn’t the best time but…the thing is, I think you can have happiness. With someone else. Someone that is not Robin. What I am trying to say is…that someone is me. I can make you happy, give you the happy ending you deserve.

Uhm, look, I can’t change what I’ve done. And this, this probably isn’t the best time but…the thing is, I think you can have happiness. With someone else. Someone that is not Robin. What I am trying to say is…that someone is me. I can make you happy, give you the happy ending you deserve.


Swan Queen and Lana Parrilla calendars for 2015! 

Since I was getting a few enquiries about 2015 Swan Queen calendar (if you remember the 2014/2013 versions, that was me!) I just want to let everyone know that it will be a thing for next year, too! 

Plus, there will be a unique, special Lana Parrilla calendar, too, which you will be able to pre-order next week so keep watching this space and the tag! ;)


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fallenregal:


Cora: “Well, Regina, I know I’ve been a bitch the past few…decades, but look how wonderful everything turned out! You found your true love - forget that silly stable boy - and I get to marry you off to the most powerful person in the entire land: the Saviour! You can thank me later, now go and marry that girl before you screw it up again!”

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the more we know about cora the more accurate this is

fallenregal:

Cora: “Well, Regina, I know I’ve been a bitch the past few…decades, but look how wonderful everything turned out! You found your true love - forget that silly stable boy - and I get to marry you off to the most powerful person in the entire land: the Saviour! You can thank me later, now go and marry that girl before you screw it up again!”

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the more we know about cora the more accurate this is


Anonymous said:  Could you write a oneshot where Regina gets her wisdom teeth taken out and Emma has to pick her up and she says all this weird stuff because she's high on laughing gas? PLEASE

There were things in this world Emma Swan did not understand. Fairytales coming to life, travelling in time and realms and magic, to name a few.

But something Emma definitely did not understand was why the hell was she responsible for everyone’s transfer in Storybrooke.

"I am not a taxi, David!" Emma growled, refusing the favour her dad was asking of her.

"You do drive a yellow car though," Snow pointed unhelpfully, rocking baby Neal on her knees. David made a funny face to his son who giggled, throwing a piece of toast in his hands onto the carpet. Diverting Snow’s scolding, David turned back to his older daughter.

"Please, Emma. I will owe you. I really really really want this night to work out- me, Killian, Robin, all having a great time together, getting to know each other: don’t you want that? Everyone getting along?" David Nolan, the Prince of the Enchanted forest did not beg. But if he did, this would be the tone.

"I want a quiet afternoon in, that’s what I want. I want to get pizza, watch some crime show where no one is chasing wicked witches or flying never-aging boys, and fall asleep to the flicker of the screen. So no, I don’t care about your boys’ night out enough to play taxi for Regina - which, by the way, last time I checked should be Robin’s responsibility," Emma complained, perhaps too angrily about the last part.

"Yeah, Robin’s hosting the night at the Rabbit Hole so he can’t drive her," David said, trying to keep the details vague. Snow did not need to know about the shenanigans Robin promised they would get into that night.

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shipsnthenight:

— yeah… YOU TWO DO NOT LOOK MARRIED AT ALL! [x]

"She gave you the bedroom eyes, Emma. I have to kill her."


She glides through the ball room like a swan; the black swan standing out of the flock of her usual kind, and catches the Queen’s eye.


you know what they say about relationships


"I am sorry I am late but it takes awhile to get into this one without magic," Emma heard from the doors to her bedroom and lifted her head to see what Regina was talking about.

As she took in Regina’s body in the tight leather, she gulped and crossed her legs in an attempt to mask just how much she liked it.

"What are you staring at, Swan? Never seen an Evil Queen before?" Regina smirked and took a step closed to the bed, her gown dragging behind her.

"To be honest, when I told you to channel your inner Evil Queen for tonight, I mostly meant you could be mean and I would role play along," Emma explained, her eyes hungrily staring at Regina’s generous cleavage. 

"Oh. Do you want me to take it off, then?" 

"I believe that is my job, Your Majesty," Emma grinned as she pulled Regina on top of her and kissed her.