I’m in the process of rewatching this right now - partly because I’m making my brother watch for the first time. So. Many. Feelings.
Too many, she reminded me of the story Gabrielle tells Iolaus about everyone having 2 heads and 4 legs and the Gods split us in half and we spend our days looking for the other half of our soul and now I’m a wreck.
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#Snow’s face in the third gif though…the way her eyes flick over Emma’s face like she’s just seeing her for the first time #And Emma…poor Emma doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do in this situation #She’s probably thought about some kind of reunion with her parents for years…had a thousand reactions in mind…tears #blame#yelling #But when it comes down to it she just doesn’t know HOW to react#And both Snow and Emma are so overwhelmed but it comes across in different ways…Snow is overwhelmed with emotion and just CRUMBLES #But Emma can’t do anything but stand there #And Charming is more reluctant than Snow because he’s wary of Emma’s reaction but he can’t NOT hug her
I was pondering HG’s absence earlier today (as one does) and a rather depressing thought occurred to me. When HG is away; and I mean on the run, not locked up by the Regents somewhere or hologramming it up in her pokéball. When she’s away, she’s completely alone.
More pain after the cut.
Seriously though, I agree with all of this, especially the part about how the team probably wouldn’t do the same for her as she did for them. It really annoys me that HG isn’t thought of as part of the team…this was pretty much made apparent when Mrs Frederick sent her away with the astrolabe as if she were merely sending a trusted stranger away with it (a bit of an oxymoron but you know what I mean). The casual way in which she told HG not to have contact with anyone made it sound like she didn’t expect the order to affect HG in any way…as if she wasn’t being sent away from the closest thing to a family she had.
“She’s just fading away.”
I know this isn’t what you mean but the way I see it, HG is gradually fading from a friend/member of the warehouse family to a casual acquaintance/temp worker.
the way I see it, HG is gradually fading from a friend/member of the warehouse family to a casual acquaintance/temp worker.
Actually you put it perfectly right there.
Same here, it really brings the Feels. Especially Emma’s reluctance, it kinda made me like her for a moment :D
You don’t like Emma?
^ Pretty much my exact feelings, she just makes herself so damn hard to like when I’m actually watching the show, she’s so fickle and boneheaded. She’s certainly her father’s daughter.
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The Ladies of Once Upon a Time
Smutty Red Swan fic from a prompt I received a while ago. Rated M for a reason.
Emma narrowed her eyes at the paperwork she had yet to finish. It was already past 9pm and she was still no closer to finishing it than she had been five hours ago, thanks to her distraction. If she didn’t get home soon Mary Margaret would start to worry about where she was. Emma’s brow furrowed slightly at the thought. She still wasn’t used to people really caring about her whereabouts. With a shake of her head she blinked down at the words of the report in front of her, forcing herself to focus.
“Belle?” Red called hesitantly as she stepped out from the long grass.
Belle turned at the sound of her name, her gaze instantly finding Red’s. She smiled softly at the familiar sight of her. “Red.”
“Belle!” Red repeated loudly. She dropped the basket in her hand and rushed towards her friend. She hugged her tightly, practically lifting her off her feet with the strength of the hug. “Oh my God. I heard…they said you were taken.”
“I was.” Belle sighed, readily returning the hug. After weeks or months without physical contact (the days had blurred when she was being held captive) a hug from her best friend was exactly what she needed.
#’Pull me out from inside’ is pretty much Red’s lyric at least according to my headcanon…like she wants Snow to pull the REAL RED out…… #Also…colorblind. Black and White? Good and Evil? Is there a grey area? #Because Red can’t differentiate between the good side of her and the evil side #Headcanon: Snow damn well can
Once upon a time/Warehouse 13 crossover.
“What the hell…?” Claudia muttered with a wince as she pushed herself to her feet. She glanced around at the tall grass and trees, completely disorientated. The last thing she remembered was messing around with Pete in the fairytale isle…
“Pete get off me, you big oaf!” Claudia yelled as her pseudo brother engaged her in headlock “Oh my God, not a noogie! Stop it!”
“Pete, let her go.” Myka chastised, rounding the corner with HG hot on her heels. “You know what Artie will do if he catches you messing around.”
“Aww, Mykes. You spoil all our fun.” Pete grinned, reluctantly releasing the girl in his hold.
“Speak for yourself.” Claudia said giving him a hard shove. Instead of pushing him back like she intended, she ended up propelling herself back into the shelves much to Pete’s amusement.
“Claudia, watch out!” Myka yelled as the shelves shook from the force of the shove. Claudia quickly moved but not in time to avoid the dust from the vial that smashed at her feet. Her vision tinted black and she stumbled forward. The last thing she was aware of before she passed out was Pete catching her and two distinctly different accents calling her name.
“Who are you?”
Claudia turned in time to see a women in a red cloak walking towards her. Thankfully she didn’t look like a threat. “Claudia.”
“I’m Red.” Red greeted with a friendly smile.
“Of course you are.” Claudia muttered, eyeing Red’s attire. She quickly put two and two together and came up with an answer…another warehouse mishap on her part. “I’m pretty sure I’m lost. Or high.”