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qqueenofhades:

noonesthatpowerful:

#Captain Swan moments #that ruined my life #but also #made it better [37/?]

lol i’m lying here in bed trying not to fall asleep before i get a decent filming spoiler or two (because i am old and also timezones) and this pops up and

look at them, why is this gifset from literally 2 seasons ago giving me feels

look at the great scary pirate captain hook in full leather nuzzling his cold girlfriend and kissing her head and making sure she’s warm and she’s stroking his arm and aww boo you scared me and it’s just so tender and domestic and trusting and he just wants to make her comfortable and they’re in their own quiet little world together and

/claws at face

Whether We Wake or Sleep part 4

ripplestitchskein:

AN: @capitaine-odette​ remains the best especially when things get a bit angsty.

Word Count: approx 6K

Part One     Part Two     Part Three

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Emma fell backwards onto the log with a petulant
groan, and immediately propped her foot onto an aching knee. She dug her thumbs
into the arch, attempting to massage the pain away through the thin sole of her
boot. The feeling that her feet had been beaten soundly with a wooden stick had
only intensified as they’d continued their trek through the night, her calves
and thighs joining the party as well, protesting every movement, muscles
screaming. And then there was the exhaustion, which hummed at the back of her
skull, an ever present threat, a lingering weight that made her eyes burn and
her limbs feel even heavier.

The idea that it wasn’t going to get any better,
that there was nothing she could do to alleviate this, to alleviate what was
coming, wasn’t a pleasant one. Her awareness of it, the constant niggling
sensation of something being wrong, of being off, just made it all the worse.
As it was now she was already beat after several days worth of on foot travel,
of sword fighting with guards and bandits, of escaping from dungeons and
committing robberies.  It wasn’t exactly a day at the spa. She had stayed
up for far longer periods of time sure, but generally that was of the ‘sitting
around in a heated car sipping coffee and eating take out while she waited for
low lifes’ variety, not the ‘traipsing through a fairytale land in fear for her
life trying to break curses’ variety.    

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sheriffchiselchin:

“Taking rum to his grave was heartbreakingly emotional, but top it off with Morrison’s incredibly raw cries, and we’re left ugly crying. It’s always phenomenal to see a callback to their very first meeting with Killian taking care of her wounds using rum, and Emma leaving a flask behind because she feels he’d love the smell more than roses. In this way, she was choosing to heal him. A gorgeous display of how far they’ve come by healing each other’s wounds.” –mgcircles (Once Upon A Time 5×21 “Last Rites” Recap)

captainswanouat:

        “And when we do find each other again,
                   we’ll cling together so tight
              that nothing and no one’ll ever tear us apart.”
                               
                                         – Phillip Pullman 

Denial, grief anger. Can we just get to acceptance? Who killed you!” Don’t get me wrong, I love hero!Killian, but sometimes miss biting, snarky Killian. So good to see a little bit of the pirate again, don’t you think?

nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable:

qqueenofhades:

All Killians are good Killians. This is just a fact. I love all versions of him.

What I really want to know here is how this giant Greek reading nerd has also found time to chill with some psychology books and learn the stages of grief. While simultaneously trying not to imagine how he was probably looking it up for himself. And wondering how to heal, and if he ever could. Because I like to hurt myself.

(I live for hot smart nerd Killian Jones. I can’t lie.)

(set post-Neal’s death in season three)

He slips away when no one is watching, all of them too busy mourning the loss of the man he knew once as a boy, centuries ago.  Not that anyone is really paying attention to him anyway, he’s just an outsider, the pirate who only seems to get in the way now that he’s no longer a threat to them.  But with all the time he’s been spending with the lad, “babysitting” as Emma calls it, he figures he should make himself useful.  He makes his way quickly to the library and closes the door tightly behind him.

He’s dealt with death before in his too-long life, but he’d be the first to admit he hadn’t dealt with it well, and Henry shouldn’t have to face his father’s death with the anger and loss and the feeling of being unmoored, left adrift at sea as he had, not if there’s another way.  There must be, this world can channel lightning into homes without fires and create food at the touch of a button.  There has to be something here.  He scours the shelves, wondering briefly what sort of organisational system this library employs, the tiny numbers on the spines of the books give no indication of content that he can figure.

He reaches the 150′s and spots one titled “On Death and Dying”.  Perfect.  With barely a whisper, he pulls the book from the shelf and skims quickly through the pages, looking for anything that could help him talk to Henry.  Or to help himself, he’s not sure he’s ready to admit that yet.  In the quiet of the Storybrooke library, amid books both ancient and new, he finally learns how to grieve.