pissy nine-year-old brat Spike is my favorite Spike
that beautiful moment when you realize this parallel isn’t even au
I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
You have your mother’s cheek bones
godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P
I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached.
The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world.
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection.
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.
I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.
sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery
truly the best fanfic ever
Emma and RegINA?
tHEY WANT EACH OTHER DEA-
i mean they hate each othe-
I mean it would be totally wei-
No seriously, they can’t have feelings for each oth-
But Emma couldn’t pos-
they are not ga-
I’M SORRY DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?
I DIDN’T THINK SO.
They can leap 36 feet
As in leap forward 36 feet
They don’t jump 36 feet into the fucking sky do you know how terrifying that would be the human race wouldn’t have survived because we’d have all had heart attacks while still in Africa
still one of my favorite posts on tumblrOH GOD IT’S BACK
Below are links to the winning fanfictions for Best Comedy as voted by your fellow Swan Queen shippers. Winners should feel free to snag their banner for personal use :)
Best Comedy [Complete]
- 1st - By Process of Elimination (hope2x)
- 2nd - The Landing Spot (dakota829snow)
- 3rd - Batter Up! (rebelbyrdie)
Best Comedy [Incomplete]
and it is the most important line ever spoken in the history of our series
if you don’t reblog this i am judging you
this is the very essence of our fandomit is our originsso reblog now
This is the moment that defined the show. Because it was supposed to be about two boys killing monsters and demons and episode by episode telling a short little action story. It was supposed to be about the tough, brawny big brother and the smart, more introverted little brother who ran away but the monsters were still out there. It was supposed to be a superhero story about winning and beating what’s in the dark. What we know is that everything it was supposed to be stayed only as “supposed to be”.
It’s a story about love, loss, and desperation. It’s about watching Dean’s eyes die as every season progresses. It’s about every time Sam suffers needlessly, every time he fails and every time he gets back up. It’s about how two brothers turned the world, heaven and hell, against them and about how they loved each other enough to sacrifice it five times over and still manage to save its sorry ass. It’s about the way they sing in their ‘67 impala at the top of their lungs. It’s about the times they’ve cried. It’s about driving down that tired road and classic rock and the feel of one another’s shoulderblades against their own, pistols out, surrounded by monsters. It’s hope and family and how that can include a winged tax collector in a trenchcoat, and a bearded old drunk who puts his own spin on “idiots”.
In this moment it’s family that has left and family that has been brought together. Two brothers crashing to the ground, one defiant against the darkness in and around him and one loyal to a fault with the faith of millions.
Dean’s going to open the pages of this book and tell you their story. He’s going to tell you everything.
Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.
Regina + Emma + eyesex
Regina + Emma + 108 door
Regina + Emma + litlle fights
Regina + Emma + rescues
Regina + Emma + turns around
Regina + Emma + sharing a drink
Regina + Emma + sharing clothes
Regina + Emma + magic lessons
Regina + Emma + magic together