We know you think you know our culture. But you don’t know the half of it.
Jalisco, Mexico
Oaxaca, Mexico
Chiapas, Mexico
Yucatan, Mexico
Guerrero, Mexico
Veracruz, Mexico
And that’s still not even the half of it.
Look at those colors! I’ve been to Mexico, but I only went to the touristy part of the Yucatan where I stayed at an all inclusive where I could get any kind of food but Mexican.
I know we talked a lot about how foreshadowing that scene in 3×20 was, but for me that possible happy future that Hook was talking about is best represented in the pancakes scene.
This is what I always wanted for them, even more than the big stuff, these little moments of day to day life in which they are “just happy”. And I think this is the reason why this has become one of my favorite scenes on the show. Because it wasn’t only the “almost pancakes”, and the passionate kisses that lasted long just the way I like it, or the way he was approaching behind her, or the way she was so urgently pressing him up against the table. But it was mainly because that moment represented pure happiness in the most simple of ways, and yet the most special.
In which I headcanon that “bracing shower” is a euphemism for touching yourself. Rated E. Spoilers for 6×18.
Killian stomped up the stairs, a pleasant tingle in his
fingers and toes that made him feel heavy and tingly.
“Tingly,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head, and his
hand for good measure. He grabbed a hold
of the railing when he nearly slipped on the landing, socks sliding on the
slick wooden floors.
I need a scene where Killian and Emma are lying in bed together, either post-sex or even just chillin in their PJs, looking into each other’s eyes, maybe talking about whatever… and then Killian starts saying something like, “When we decide to start planning…” and Emma just stares at him for a minute and then she’s just, “I changed my mind. I don’t wanna wait. Like you said, the future is uncertain, but I am certain of you, of us. And I don’t want to put off our lives just because we don’t know what’ll happen tomorrow.”
“Amazing as always, Swan,” he huffed. Emma smiled lazily; he was sprawled out in the middle of the bed with his eyes closed. He hadn’t moved since she’d dismounted and made her way to the bathroom to clean up. After pulling her hair into an elastic and going back to the bedroom, she looked over at him, feeling smug about how he seemed totally boneless and sated.
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” she chuckled, kicking at a black pile that was either his pants or hers. She gave up quickly, way too tired to actually get dressed and grabbed for a soft and worn t-shirt she’d re-tossed on a chair right after he’d folded it and scolded her for continually not putting anything away.
“What can I say, I was feeling amorous.”
“Was?”
She’d purposely put mischief in her voice when she said it, just so he’d crack open his eyes and look at her in that way he had. She wasn’t disappointed; first his one eyebrow lifted in interest, then the other, pulling both his eyes open to fix her with that devil-eyed blue gaze he had, watching as she shrugged into just the t-shirt before making her way back to the bed.
“Never say you haven’t been properly fucked, love.”
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