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Hey, you can add as much or as little as you like in my thread… I just don’t like bounderies 😆
“Regina used to make me apple pancakes for breakfast. With cinnamon icecream!” Henry said enthousiastic
[adrotate group="5"]Wow, doing better than I had expected. You girls write well. But anyone that wants to add just a few lines is welcome too! A tie in for PriceofMagic, bringing it up to date.
Regina sat in her living room It was Easter. A cold Easter, colder than Christmas, which seemed like a distant dream. So much had happened since Maybe she should get the tree out again, have a do-over. The weather was perfect. If only things were so simple. Her life was in shambles, and her only relief was that Mary-Margaret’s was as well.
But her relationship with Henry was truly broken. If he had not turned away from her at Christmas, he sure had now. She had gotten her perfect present for Henry in the end, but no Henry. No coaxing, no promises had gotten him near her house. It had stung. The present was gathering dust in the shed. The perfect gift, every boy’s dream. Freedom in the form of a red bike. Rumpelstiltskin’s suggestion. Scrooge as he was, he had been in a generous mood and offered it for free. The advise that was, not the bike of course, which just happened to be in Mr. Gold’s pawn shop. She had to pay for that with cold harsh cash, and Rumpel’s snidy comments, of course. Why was it that he always had the upper hand on her? Yes, she had him pegged a few time, but usually he had her right where he wanted her.
She saw Henry running across the street, with another boy. Wait a minute, was that….? Pinnochio? But what about August? She picked up her coat to head out of the door and see what was going on, but just as she opened it…
“You again?”Regina said surprised.https://twitter.com/EmyyRivera/status/318413945981530112
THIS WASN’T ME!But it made me laugh sooooo hard. It really shows the ehm… fangirl crazyness?(gotta put it mildly, right?) of some of the Hook fans out there.
Poor Colin, what must he think of us now? The one time he reaches out, and all his worst fears are confirmed. Part of me wants to tweet ‘Don’t worry, we are not all crazy, some of us can actually utter whole sentences in your presence…well probably”, but the other part thinks that might be misconstued and it’s best to leave the poor boy alone.
Oh, it’s just a bit of fun. Just remember that as you read anything silly today. And it’s three o’clock already here in Europe. High time for an April fool’s day joke.
AngieBelle I started a write-a-long like you suggested.. I hope that means you’ll join me!
https://oncepodcast.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=24&t=3572&p=50043#p50043*I will get through this hiatus*
And I’ll start it off:
Rumpelstiltskin massageed the lines on his forehead. Peace at last. Well, not literal peace, Regina was still out for Mary-Margaret’s blood, and someplace Hook was surely plotting his death, along with God knew how many other people. But for the first time in weeks the pawn shop was quiet. No Charming there to disturb him, no Regina nagging his ear off, no one smashing th place to smithereens, just peace. The only sound in the shop was of the clocks ticking away merrily.
He wondered how long it could last. A nervous jitter went through him, his fingers twitched. Ever since the curse was broken, peace had disappeared from sleepy Storybrooke. Any time it was quiet, it was just a buid up to something terrible happening… mostly by his hand, but still. Quiet meant something evil was lurking in the corner. He had to do something. His son was here now, he was so close to getting his happy ending. But all could still be lost. Someone could walk to that door any minute, and…
The doorbell chimed. “Hi grandpa.” That cursed boy. He was gonna be the death of him. After all that was the prophecy, and no one escaped fate, 300 years had taught him that.
Rumpel took a deep breath and turned around, trying to conjure up a smile for the sake of his son. “Hello dearie, what brings you here?”
“I thought we could do some bonding.”
Wide eyed innocence was the best way to describe Henry. He believed the best of everybody, even of him. Just like his father. A sharp pain shot through Rumpel’s chest. Bae, innocent Bae. Just look at him now, all bittered. He had recognized it in his son’s eyes immediately, it was a feeling he knew all too well. So for Bae’s sake…
“And how do you suggest we ‘bond’.” Superglueing him behind the wallpaper had a nice ring to it, didn’t it?
“Well, I thought we could just talk. Maybe go fishing, like real grandfathers do with their grandsons.”
“I don’t fish. Ask your stepgranddaddy when he returns, water sports are more up his alley.”
“Who?”
“Hook.” The name left a foul taste in his mouth
Henry’s eyes were about to roll out of his sockets. “I’m related to him as well?”
“Sorta. Not by blood, thank heavens. He had an affair with your grandma.” Couldn’t he just drop it?
“Snowhite?”
“No, your other grandma. I’d rather not talk about it. She left me and your father.” Mila was no angel, the selfrightious snot had a right to know about that
“That’s disgusting.”
“I quite agree, but it happened a long time ago,” Rumpel said, hoping that would close the matter.
“So just storytelling then? Like the granddad does to his grandson in The Princess Bride” Henry was like a dog with a bone, determined to get what he wanted.
“You’re not ill” Rumpel protested. Though I’m sure we can do something about that.
“Please?” Henry pouted.
He looked absolutely ridiculous, Rumpelstilskin thought. No blue eyes were gonna sway him… unless they were Belle’s. He missed her so much. “Why don’t you go pester your other grandad?” he waved his hands dismissively.
“Well David is nice and all, you know. He’s teaching me to ride and handle a sword. But he’s not really a grandad, is he?”
“Why not, he’s your grandad!”
Henry shrugged. “But he is so young.”
“And I’m not?” Thank you very much Henry. He wasn’t that old, was he?
“Well you are 300 years old,” Henry started. Rumpel couldn’t deny it. “And you have wisdom. I love David but he’s a bit …”
“Thick?” Rumpel added
Henry nodded. “Yeah… I think he needs school harder than I do.”
He couldn’t help it. He liked the boy, even if he meant the death of him.Walking into the little kitchenette, he got out a sauce pan.
“Well, thank heavens he married a teacher. There is hope for him yet. But I get your point. What would you like to know? I’ll make you a bowl of soup and we can chat.”Hmm, I get that that can be a problem for them but I don’t think they can do much more than request that, they can’t demand it. First of all Daniel, you are not responsable for our posts (you could place a disclaimer of this on the site) and secondly I do think posting their picture falls under ‘fair use’.
So not saying we shouldn’t keep their request in mind (I mean we don’t want to break their site) but I am not sure if they can demand it.Well I watched “Mona Lisa Smile” with a very young Ginnifer Goodwin, found out Josh Dallas was a talking head in the doctor Who episode “Silence of the library” (be afraid of the dark, be very afraid) I watched a short movie with Robert Carlyle called Marrooned ( http://vimeo.com/18079159 ) and rewatched Ravenous because he just looks so darn delectable in it.
I’m fine, really… Juuuuust fiiiiine… not suffering from redrawal symptoms at all
*help!*Belle herself has a belt on that dress too to accentuate her waist, so if it’s good enough for Belle…
You look great AngieBelle
@PriceofMagic wrote:
I thought Miranda had finished completely because Miranda Hart didn’t want to do it anymore?.
Not that I know of. I think Miranda will continue, although there are no immediate plans.
@TheWatcher wrote:
@PriceofMagic wrote:
What’s the odds if Robin Hood appears in Storybrooke then he’s going to be the next character Emma is shipped with? RobinSwan? SwanHood?
SwanHood sounds really awesome xP
I would think you need to prepair yourself for ScarlettLacey… which is most likely Keith.
