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nobody knows how to punish me like me.

—punisher, k.flay

***scenepacks are not mine. i got them from @moorscenes on instagram!

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Kathryn hahn kissing women a lot 🫦🥵

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Agatha All Along + Tarot cards

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ONCE UPON A TIME: 4X01 "A Tale of Two Sisters" Volcano (Damien Rice)

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ONCE UPON A TIME: 2X10 "The Cricket Game" "happiness" (taylor swift) vs. "stay down" (boygenius)

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#lgbtqia+ confirmed!

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the imagery in this part of the ep was actually insane like this is genuinely beautiful

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Kathryn Hahn and the writers use tears SO well in Agatha All Along tho, and I haven’t seen anyone really talk about this

Because typically when you have the mysterious, copes-with-humor-and-deflection, closed off type of character Agatha is, I feel like tears are only ever used to show other characters “look this person is weak too”

But the rest of the coven has all seen Agatha cry multiple times on the road, way more than the rest of them- and she’s treated as just as much of a threat and danger as she was before. They don’t see her cry and immediately go “oh she had emotions, she’s not a risk anymore”

It’s not treated as some unreasonable, weak reaction, and as someone who cries at any strong emotion I love that

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gonna break my silence. I never cared for Fall Out Boy. this is the only song featuring Patrick Stump that I care about:

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Agatha All Along I Death's Hand in Mine

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Literally though...

What if nobody has ever survived the Witches' Road because you're not supposed to survive (i.e. all roads lead to Death) and the only reason Agatha survived is because Rio fell in love her with her gay ass 😂

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ONCE UPON A TIME: 5X01 "The Dark Swan" "Dear Arkansas Daughter" by Lady Lamb vs. "Draw Your Swords" by Angus & Julia Stone

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everything you are falls from the sky like a star

Rating: T

Word Count: 5225

Summary:

Emma reflects on the life that she's built for herself on her 41st birthday.

It’s Emma’s birthday today.

Forty-one years and you’d think that she’d eventually have gotten the hang of this whole getting older thing, but even now that she has people she loves—people who love her—to celebrate it with, she still doesn’t quite get it.

The aging thing is an adjustment. She’d never really given much thought to what it would like to be an adult while growing up, had just kind of hoped that it would eventually get better. It’s weird to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror, blonde hair peppered with hairs turning white at the roots and face getting more gaunt and narrow with age, but growing old is a beautiful thing.

Regina’s side of the bed is cold, which means that she’s probably downstairs making Emma a luxury breakfast experience in hopes of bringing it up to her in bed. Emma will never admit it out loud because it still feels wrong to admit that she loves to be doted on in this way, but that is what she loves most about Regina; she loves to dote on the people that she loves, though few and far between.

Her prediction is right because there’s a gentle knock on the bedroom door before Regina’s quietly tiptoeing in balancing a tray loaded to the brim with breakfast food in her hands.

“How long have you been awake?” Regina pouts, clearly having hoped that Emma would be asleep still.

“Not long,” Emma is quick to reassure with a tender smile, patting the empty space on the bed beside her for Regina to join her.

Regina softens at this before gingerly placing the tray down on Emma’s lap, which Emma accepts graciously. There’s a mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream, cinnamon sprinkled generously on top in the way she knows Emma likes it, and a plate of apple pancakes—Regina’s specialty—with the number ’41’ drawn on in whipped cream.

Five years ago on her birthday, she had woken up to a crying baby and a hungover husband who had forgotten that it was even her birthday. The marriage hadn’t been working for awhile, and that had been the beginning of the end before she had thrown Killian out of their house nearly two months later for drunkenly maiming Hope with his hook. After that fight, he’d gathered up his few belongings, hopped on the Jolly Roger and sailed off, never to be seen again. Regina had had to cook up quite the tracking spell just to find where to send the divorce papers (which thankfully he had signed and returned without hassle). 

And now, here she was, eating breakfast in bed with the woman she loved, not a care in the world. She had always dreaded the thought of getting older, especially as each growing year had continued to pose a new challenge. And sure, magical things came up every now and again, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. She had never thought that being in her forties would bring her a new kind of peace, yet it had.

“Thank you,” she says, turning to Regina with a smile as Regina presses a soft kiss on her lips before crawling into the bed beside her.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

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AGATHA ALL ALONG, EP. 4: "If I Can't Reach You / Let My Song Teach You" real feel 105 ° (bright eyes) vs. moon song (phoebe bridgers)

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a coven of chaos indeed

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Happy Birthday to our darling angel princess, Emma Swan - October 22, 1983

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