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July 23, 2017

Emilie de Ravin’s return in 7.04.  

Repackaging of EW’s article, no new content.

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Reblog if you are a Dearie

Let’s start using #Dearies to show our support for Rumple and Robert Carlyle going into season 7!

#Dearies

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Cause you are loved More than you know I hereby pledge all of my days To prove it so Though your heart is far too young to realize The unimaginable light you hold inside

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Belle French Appreciation Week 2017: Favorite Characteristic [x]

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Happy Anniversary, Harry Potter! Thank you for 20 years of magic ⚡️

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Based on standard production timing this suggests she’s writing 7.03 or perhaps 7.04

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belle french appreciation week 🌹

Day 7: Favorite Season (Season 2)

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I CANNOT wait for this conversation! This story just becomes more addictive with each new chapter!

ADF14 Sneak Peek

He knew there was something wrong the moment his mother and Belle walked into the great hall.  Firstly, those two didn’t generally spend time outside together. Belle liked flowers and plants while Fiona would probably burn the garden down if a bee stung her. Secondly, the grim expression on Belle’s face and the way his mother wouldn’t meet his eyes told Rumplestiltskin that something had happened.

“The Blue Fairy paid us a visit.” Fiona’s words snapped out peevishly, and Rumplestiltskin found his eyes flicking to Belle.  She was still here, but they all knew there was only one person in the Dark Castle whom Blue would find sympathetic.

Belle met his eyes before he could even form the question.  “I told her that I’d made a promise, and I’m staying here.”  

“Oh.  Ah, of course you did.  I’d expect no less from an honorable woman.”  Rumplestiltskin actually had expected Belle to jump at the chance of freedom, even though she’d promised to be his friend earlier that same day.  The fact that she hadn’t left him feeling strangely warm inside. Desperately needing to cover that up, he asked: “And she just…left?  It’s not like the blue bug to be so obliging.”

That question made his mother and his maid exchange a meaningful look.  “I’ll, um, leave you to this conversation,” Belle said after a moment, but what really surprised Rumplestiltskin was the way she touched his arm as she walked out of the room.  “I’ll be in the library if you need me.”

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belle french appreciation week

↳ day 3 - favourite quotes

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yes was been 20 years, this story mean so much to me, till now, always. 

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This beyond adorable!

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This was SOOOOO CUTE!!!

When the sorcerer found the dragon, it was attacking a grape.

This was only possible because the dragon was not much larger than a grape itself, but she still had to do a double take to be sure the object it was fighting with such animosity was in fact inanimate.

She crouched so that her eyes were level with the top of the table and squinted at it. The dragon sank its tiny fangs into the grape’s skin and gave a great tug, succeeding only in throwing it and the grape into a backwards tumble. The tiny green reptile rolled to a stop with its whole body wrapped around the grape and shook its head ferociously, managing to pull its teeth out but also launching the grape across the table. It gave a mighty roar of anger (about as loud as a human clearing their throat) and stalked after it, tail swishing dangerously.

“Do you need help?” she offered.

The dragon froze mid-prowl and whipped its head around to look at her, looking so offended she almost apologized for asking.

“I mean, I could peel it for you, if that’s the problem.” She wasn’t sure it was getting the message. One could never tell how much human language these little creatures picked up by hanging around the magic labs. Some understood only such essentials as “scat!” or “oh fuck, that sure did just explode”, while others could hold entire conversations — if they deigned to interact.

This one looked like it was deciding whether she was worthy. Finally, it sniffed daintily and flicked its tail, scales clacking together. “Little monster is my prey, and you can’t have it. Found it first. Will devour it!”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed. “But you know it’s a grape, right?”

This was the wrong thing to say. It glared at her and then bounded away to the other end of the table, where it slithered up to the grape and pounced on it.

Grape and dragon promptly rolled off the edge of the table.

The sorcerer quickly went around to that side, alarmed that it would be stepped on. The labs were bustling with shoppers stopping by to watch demonstrations this time of day, and a small dragon wouldn’t be easily visible on the blue and green tiled floor.

“Horrible! Dirty!” The tiny dragon was screeching at the top of its lungs, holding onto its prey for dear life. It would have been hard to hear anyway, with all the noise of the labs, but with the sorcerer’s diminished hearing it took several seconds to locate the screaming creature.

She scanned the pattern of the tiles for it and sighed. “Oh, hold on, we mopped this morning.” She cupped her hands around it and deposited it into her skirt pocket, an indignity the dragon endured only with more screaming.

“An outrage! Put me down!”

“Shh,” she advised. Lab workers were strongly discouraged from bringing creatures into the back rooms, which was where she was heading, picking her way through the crowded front lab.

“Fuck pockets!” her pocket responded.

“Oh, you can curse. Wonderful.”

The dragon seemed to take this as an actual compliment. “Am multitalented. Can also compose poetry.”

“Really? Can I hear some?”

“No. For dragon ears only.” It sounded viciously pleased to hold this over her head. The bulge in her pocket rearranged itself, and she thought it might be trying to gnaw on the grape.

She felt herself smiling even as she tried to squash her mouth into a straight line. She liked this little bad-tempered thing, even though its spiky feet were digging into her thigh.

In the much quieter kitchen of the back rooms behind the lab, she transferred the wriggling, scaly handful from her pocket to the table. The dragon hissed out a few more insults as it got up and straightened itself out, but its jaw fell open when it finally took in its surroundings. She’d set it down next to the fruit bowl.

“There you go. Food mountain.”

The dragon’s shock didn’t last long. Abandoning the grape, it scraped and scrabbled its way up the side of the bowl and from there onto an apple, its claws leaving tiny puncture marks as it hiked to the top of the arrangement. “Food mountain!” It repeated, its gleeful crowing much clearer and almost sing-song without having to compete with the noise of the crowd.

She watched it turn in a circle, surveying the feast. “But… cannot eat it all,” it observed after a while, crestfallen. “Human-sized. Big shame.”

“Don’t you have nest-mates who can help you with it?” she asked. She had assumed not, from the way it had apparently been foraging for food on its own, but she needed to be sure she’d found a loner.

“No nest. No mates. No nest-mates. You’re rude.” It flopped down ungracefully, wings spread out flat on the apple like it was trying to hug the entire much-larger fruit.

She gave it a moment to be dramatic, and then offered it the grape, minus the peel. “You seem to have a good grasp on human-speak.”

It grabbed the grape without so much as a thank you. “Yes. Have composed poetry in both Dragonese and Humanese. Not for humans to hear, though.” Bragging cheered it up a little.

“You mentioned. I can’t hear very well, anyway.” She pulled up a stool and sat down. “Actually, I’ve been looking for a helper.”

“An assistant,” it said, apparently showing off its Humanese. “An attendant. An aid.”

She watched it bury its snout in the grape, juice dribbling down onto the apple it sat on. “Yes. A hearing aid. How would you feel about having a job?”

It smiled craftily. “Would feel positively, if job comes with chocolate chips.”

“It could,” she said, grinning. She had some friends who employed bird-sized dragons as messengers, but this was the first time she’d heard of one negotiating its salary for itself. “It certainly could. What’s your name?”

“Peep,” said Peep. “It is self-explanatory.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Peep expressed its doubt that humans ever got anything, but she thought the tiny, prickly creature might be warming up to her.

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Once Upon a Time Meme | Villains [1/5] | The Black Fairy

I cried and called my sweet bairn’s name But never saw sweet baby again.

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😍❤️😍❤️😍 I look forward to the next chapter! I just LOvE this soo much!

A Different Fate - Chapter 11

Summary: Fiona learns that Rumplestiltskin is the Dark One shortly after Cora breaks his heart, and leaves the Dark Realm to find him. Slowly, they build the relationship they should have had - and Fiona grows determined to restore the destiny she cut away from her son.  Years later, when Belle makes a deal to become the Dark One’s maid, she never expects to find his mother living with him, or to find Fiona encouraging her growing relationship with Rumplestiltskin.

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Chapter 11—“That May Not Make Me Wise”

Bae had been hiding with the pirates—or, technically, with Smee—for days.  He’d lost track of how many, because telling time on Neverland was absolutely pointless—but he knew he’d be found out eventually.

He just hadn’t expected it to be by Hook.

“What have we here?”  The pirate captain pulled away the lid of the barrel Bae had retreated back into with a laugh.  He’d been hiding on the far side of the ship, mostly, except when the Lost Boys came back in that direction.  They were still looking for him, but no one seemed to have gone to get Pan, at least.

Maybe Rufio and Felix didn’t want to admit they’d lost Bae yet again.

“This doesn’t look like rum!”  Hook’s men all laughed, of course.  Bae had noticed long ago that they always laughed at Hook’s jokes, either because they were drunk or just stupid.  Or maybe scared.  Still, Hook’s grip when he pulled Bae free was firm and sober enough.  “You’d make for very poor drinking, lad, and I have an agreement with Pan not to steal any of his Lost Boys.  So, you’d best start talking before I make you walk the plank.”

“Right now, walking the plank would just put me in the sand.”  Bae shrugged as he straightened, figuring that he had nothing to lose by being brash.  “It’s not a great threat.”

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I loved this scene bc I feel like Belle finally understood what has been happening to Rumple since the whole hat fiasco. (Plus Rumple was finally able to explain it and learn)

#lesson learned#and put into action