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spartanguard · 6 years ago

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savage garden, 8/8

Summary: Killian Jones was, by far, the worst, weakest, most ineffectual Dark One ever. (According to the Darkness, at least.) And he was fine with that. He was just a slave, a deckhand—what use did he have of dark magic? And even less want. But the Darkness has vowed to firmly get him under its grasp, one of these days. He finds respite in a beautiful secluded garden—and the amazing woman he eventually meets there. The question remains, though: is it—is she—enough to keep him out of the dark completely? One can only hope…

A/N: AHHHHHHHHH IT’S THE END!!! OMG!!! Thank you so much to everyone who has gone on this little journey with me and CS! Especially all you repeat flailers :) Title for this epilogue comes from “You Can Still Be Free” by Savage Garden. Hope you like it, and thanks again!

epilogue—the past is gone, but you can still be free

After they broke the kiss, they stayed close, unwilling to be parted by anything again, even if it was just a few inches of breathing room. There were still things to address, they knew—Emma’s parents, the garden, and just what the hell Killian was supposed to do with his days now—but the longer and tighter they held to each other, the later that could be dealt with. They’d had a long day, even if the most eventful part of it was measured in minutes, and rest was calling.

It wasn’t to be, though, and the gentle clearing of a voice made them both jump in their skin and hold each other just a little tighter.

Emma relaxed when she saw their visitors, though, and Killian quickly figured out why: it was the fairies. Many of them, all in monochromatic outfits that matched their wings and complexions. He recognized Tinkerbell quickly, standing to one side of who he assumed was the leader, a woman dressed all in blue with brunette curls piled high on her head.

“Congratulations,” the blue-tinted fairy said, grinning. “You did it. The prophecy has been fulfilled.”

“Uh, thanks,” Emma said, blushing fiercely; it was all kinds of adorable. “You couldn’t have given me more specifics, though?”

“No,” the fairy simply replied.

Emma had never mentioned much about the prophecy, other than complaining about it—so how had it been met? “What was the prophecy, love?”

She swallowed. “It...I...I was destined to destroy the Darkness.”

Intuition allowed him to fill in the blanks there. That explained a lot about her early behavior towards him, though he was still astonished that they were here if she’d known all along they might one day come to blows. “You knew from the beginning?”

She just nodded.

Were the Darkness still attached to him, he’d probably feel somewhat betrayed—or be told to feel that way; but now, all he knew was pride. “You’re brilliant, love,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Absolutely amazing.”

“Actually,” another fairy chimed in, this one dressed in shades of red-orange, with tanned skin and dark hair in plaits. “It wasn’t just Emma, though she is the Savior—it was both of you. She couldn’t destroy the Darkness while it was tied to a soul; it needed to be freed first.”

“What?” he and Emma said at the same time, then exchanged a confused look.

“That part was all you, Killian,” Tink explained, smiling. “What you did? That only worked because you had outright rejected its power at the point of no return. Emma couldn’t have done anything without what you did first,” she explained.

He was stunned; he’d actually done some good? Even in his weakest moment, he’d been helping rid the world of the Darkness? That seemed incomprehensible; that was a role for someone else, for a—

“I told you.” Emma interrupted his train of thought. “You’re a hero, Killian Jones.”

“Huh,” was all he could manage to say.

Emma squeezed his bicep and looked like she was about to say something, but the blue fairy cut her off. “And Emma? You might want to go check on your parents.”

“What? Why? Did something happen?” Her comforting grip turned into a panicked one; it was his turn to give support, holding tight to her waist.

“It did,” the fairy said, smiling. “But don’t worry—only good things!”

He was growing slightly annoyed with this fairy’s way of delivering good news, but that wasn’t what was important now. “Emma, you need to go to them.”

“But, Killian—”

“No, no buts. They’re your parents; they must be worried sick. Go.”

“Are you sure? I just—we just—”

“We have all the time in the world, love,” he assured her, brushing a loose tendril of hair away. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, not now.”

She chewed on her bottom lip a bit before telling him, “I’ll be back as fast as I can; I promise.”

“Take your time, darling.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He’d never tire of hearing or saying that.

She gave him a quick peck and then was up, running from the garden, the majority of the fairies following after her. He waited for Emma to run through the door before letting out a long exhale and slumping in his seat, then running his hand down his face. That had been...more than he knew how to handle, and he needed a bit of time to process all that had just been revealed. Knowing was one thing—accepting was a whole other. And he’d always been slow in that regard; resurrection couldn’t change it.

He? A hero? He had a lifetime of proof against that—two or three, really. Even if that was what it had taken to be in the right place at the right time to finally rid the world of that curse, the things he’d done still haunted him.

“Stop it.” Tink was standing over him, arms crossed looking down at him, with as stern a look the fairy could muster. “I can tell what you’re doing. Don’t.”

“Easier said than done, Lady Bell,” he sighed.

“I know. And Emma does, too. Do you remember what I said last time?”

He searched his memory. “‘Don’t let the past dictate the future,’” he quoted.

“Exactly. That’s especially true now.”

Logically, he knew that was the case; but when he looked around at the devastation in the garden, it was still a bit hard to believe. Although something on one wall caught his eye: miraculously, the middlemist was still intact. It was certainly a testament to the strength of Emma’s magic, but if it made it through, then maybe he would, too. He just needed a moment to let it sink in, and he couldn’t do that here.

“I know; there’s just...one thing I need to do,” he answered, standing up. “Will you let Emma know that I won’t be long?”

“Of course; take your time. Just not too much of it—yours isn’t unlimited anymore,” she winked.

“I know,” he answered, smiling; who knew that there’d be peace in losing immortality? “I don’t plan to dally. I just don’t want her to think I’ve run.”

“If I know anything about Emma, it’s that she’s freaking out just as much as you right now.” His brow furrowed at the way she described it, but he had to admit—he did feel slightly manic, as well as elated, depressed, ashamed, enamored, and tired, so tired. “Go. I’ll let her know.”

“Thank you, love,” he effused, then didn’t waste a moment in heading off. He took one last look at the garden from the door, noting that Tink had already left, and trying to pull a bit more encouragement from the pink blossoms standing in stark contrast to the black and gray all around them.

Killian needed to see one last thing before he could accept that the decades-long nightmare was over, and he moved with as much haste as he could muster.

“Thought I might find you here.”

A few hours had passed since Killian left the garden, and yet he still hadn’t done what he’d intended. The sun was starting to set, but he hadn’t moved from where he’d collapsed of fatigue on arrival. Emma sat down next to him, no hint of judgment in her voice.

“How did you find me?” he asked quietly.

“Well, thankfully, this didn’t work,” she said, pulling out the nameless dagger. “So if you needed anymore confirmation, there’s that.” She dropped the blade in the sand in front of them. “And then I just...knew. As contrived as it sounds, I followed my heart.”

He smiled softly at the idea; he, too, had sensed her approach before he heard it, so her greeting hadn’t startled him. “Your parents?”

“Awake,” she said, relieved. “And, true to form, my mother is already planning the celebration ball.”

He chuckled. “I’d say a curse breaking warrants one.”

“Oh, but I didn’t tell you the best part: you’re the guest of honor.”

He sat straight up. “Beg your pardon? Why me?”

“Because,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “Apparently, Maleficent tweaked the curse so it could only be broken by a True Love’s Kiss of the romantic variety.”

His jaw dropped; it was starting to ache from how much that had happened today. “Well,” he finally stammered. “I think most of the credit there goes to you, given that I had little to do with that action.”

Emma tilted her head to give him a side-eyed glance. “One of these days, you’re gonna learn to accept a compliment. The kiss wouldn’t have worked if you didn’t feel the same way. That, and my mom kind of started hyperventilating when I told her. She’s a sucker for a good love story.”

Quietly, he asked, “Is that what we have?”

“I’d say so. How many people can say the strength of their love defeated the darkest magic in the realm and then brought a bunch of people back to the land of the living?”

He shifted in his seat nervously. “I’m...I’m sorry you had to face that on your own; that I made you—”

“Hush,” she interrupted. “I wasn’t.” He furrowed his brow in confusion—he was definitely not conscious for that—but she went on. “My magic has never been as strong as it was today. But all I could think about was you—how long you fought and your sacrifice; I wasn’t going to let it be in vain. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I…” He was nearly speechless. “Um...you’re welcome?” he tried; this confidence thing was uncomfortable.

Thankfully, she laughed. “Thank you,” she told him, then placed a kiss on his cheek. “Now was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

She just giggled again, and then rested her head on his shoulder as they stared at the ocean in front of them. “How do you feel?”

“Honestly? I don’t know.” He’d thought being by the sea would help, and relaxing as the crashing waves were, his emotions were still a jumbled mess. “I’m still getting used to my thoughts being my own, with no intrusive personality adding their comments and insults. And I’m still not sure it’s real—that this isn’t some drawn-out fantasy the Darkness is putting me through, only to drag me back under further in the end. I…” His voice cracked. “I've been staring at the water for hours now, wishing to go in but terrified that it still won’t let me.”

“Then let’s do it together.” She didn’t wait for his answer and stood immediately, pulling him up, and he was quick to follow as she led him to the edge of the water. “Oh! I almost forgot.” With a wave of her hand, she summoned the dagger from where it had been left behind. “Would you like to do the honors?”

He was more than a little terrified to hold that cursed blade again, but he also needed to know for sure. Gingerly, he took it by the handle, then turned it over to inspect each side.

It was...nothing. It bore no name, and no voices rang in his head when he touched it. It was just a dagger now. But one that he never wished to see again.

With a cathartic grunting yell, he swung back and threw the dagger at the ocean with all his might, then watched as it sailed through the air and fell into the water with an inconsequential splash. Farewell and good riddance, he thought.

He stared at the waves lapping at his feet then, soaking his boots and leaving salty spray on his leather pants. Emma squeezed his hand encouragingly, and he took a step forward, into the shallows. Then another, and another, with her right behind him.

They kept going until the water rose to his thighs. It was cold and nearly impossible to wade through in his clothing, but bloody hell—he was in the ocean! Finally! He dragged his fingers through the gentle waves moving across the surface and grinned at the water’s resistance. He half expected a large wave to cast him out, but none came—just small ones welcoming him in.

A splash hit him in the face; he looked up to see Emma smirking playfully and about to send another his way. Two could play at that game, though, and he beat her to the punch.

She fought back, of course, so he retaliated, and it went back and forth until they were both soaked to the bone, shivering, and holding the other tight for warmth.

He could taste salt on his lips, he assumed from their water fight, but then Emma said “Oh, Killian,” and wiped a warm tear from his face. And a few more. “I’ve got you,” she whispered, hugging him tight, as all the emotions finally poured out of him in wracking sobs. It was the release he needed, and he felt lighter with every tear drop shed.

He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but the sun was nearly set by the time he calmed down. Emma was shivering, but she hadn’t loosened her grip on him in the slightest. “Better?” She asked.

“Aye,” he choked out. “It’s...it’s finally over.”

“It is,” she confirmed, brushing his salty hair from his eyes, then rising on her toes to find his lips with hers. Despite the cold—which he was feeling more than ever—her affection heated him inside, and he pulled her impossibly tighter to try to do the same for her. Feeling a bit more thawed, they broke the kiss but stayed close and Emma went on. “But there’s one more thing we have to do.”

“What’s that?” He could think of so many more than just one thing to do; for the first time ever, he was looking ahead more than a day, and he wanted to do all of it—everything—with her. (Especially if it involved more kissing; he quite liked that.)

“Help me restore the garden?”

He grinned. “With pleasure.”

The familiar sensation of translocation took hold, but it was so much warmer and gentler than he’d ever experienced. In the growing shadows of evening, the garden looked even more ghostly than earlier, but Emma believed it could be healed, so he did, too. If she could bring him back to life, then this would be nothing.

She was looking around with a pensive look on her face. “How can I help, love?” he offered, coming back to her side.

She looked up at him and smiled. “Just hold my hand.”

“As you wish.” He took her delicate hand in his rough one and held tight. She closed her eyes in concentration, and a moment later, he swore, she was glowing.

Her other hand was held open, and a fountain of those beautiful baubles of light of hers came rushing out, flooding the garden with the warm glow of her magic. Wherever they floated, green followed—the grass, the leaves, the stems of all the plants flourished and grew as they were healed. The benches were repaired, the fountain gurgled again, and the lanterns brought back their soft illumination.

Last was the flowers: the blossoms sprouted slowly, the small ones on the trees first, then the vines and bulb flowers, and finally the rainbow of roses around the perimeter.

Emma sagged against him when she was done, thoroughly spent, and he gently guided her to the plush lawn. “You’re bloody brilliant, my love; absolutely incredible,” he gushed, placing a kiss on her temple as he noted everything about the renewed space. He was fading fast, too, but the beauty all around was overwhelming.

“I know,” she said casually. “But only because you are, too.”

He didn’t dare refute her again. “I love you, Emma.”

“I love you, too, Killian. Now, are you ready for what comes next?”

“And what’s that?”

“Whatever we want.”

“Sounds perfect.”

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his lap and finding her lips in a passionate kiss. It was languid and unhurried, careful and deep—everything he’d been longing to give her, but there was no urgency behind it like their first, no reason for haste. For though his days were no longer unlimited, he knew that he had all of his remaining ones to show Emma just how much she meant to him.

For the first time in his long, long life, he had no title or binding: not slave, not deckhand, not pirate nor Dark One. Finally, he was free of the savage garden of his past and ready to see what lay ahead for Killian Jones—his own man.

They inevitably had to break apart for air, and exhaustion quickly claimed them. Killian actually slept for the first time in so long, dreaming happy dreams of what the future might hold. The ball lay ahead for certain, and Maleficent was likely still out there; but beyond that, he couldn’t wait to start the next adventure—although, if it was tamer than the last, he’d be the last person to complain.

He woke up the next morning more refreshed than he’d ever been, ready to make those dreams real. And he woke up in the way he hoped he would for the rest of his days: with Emma at his side.

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Pumpkin Quotes

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“Only write what you know” is very good advice. I do my best to stick to it. I wrote about gods and dreams and America because I knew about them. And I wrote about what it’s like to wander into Faerie because I knew about that. I wrote about living underneath London because I knew about that too. And I put people into the stories because I knew them: the ones with pumpkins for heads, and the serial killers with eyes for teeth, and the little chocolate people filled with raspberry cream and the rest of them. – Neil Gaiman

In a clutch or a corner, I tend to make a weapon out of what is near at hand. That can be anything from a crowbar to a cat, though if I had a choice, I would prefer an angry cat, which I have found to be more effective than a crowbar. Although weaponless, I left the house by the back door, with two chocolate-pumpkin cookies. It’s a tough world out there, and a man has to armor himself against it however he can. ~Odd Thomas – Dean Koontz

Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie? – John Greenleaf Whittier

And all Halloween candy pales next to candy corn, if only because candy corn used to appear, like the Great Pumpkin, solely on Halloween. – Rosecrans Baldwin

And I Jack, the Pumpkin King, have grown so tired of the same old thing. – Tim Burton

And so, Thanksgiving. Its the most amazing holiday. Just think about it — it’s a miracle that once a year so many millions of Americans sit down to exactly the same meal as one another, exactly the same meal they grew up eating, and exactly the same meal they ate a year earlier. The turkey. The sweet potatoes. The stuffing. The pumpkin pie. Is there anything else we all can agree so vehemently about? I don’t think so. – Nora Ephron

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At last, small witches, goblins, hags, And pirates armed with paper bags Their costumes hinged on safety pins, Go haunt a night of pumpkin grins. – John Updike

Autumn. Pretty leaves, pumpkin pie and sweaters. Perfect weather for reading. Winter is great but I hate shoveling. – Eden Robinson

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Boston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good. Edgar Allan Poe

But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie! – Margaret Junkin Preston

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins – now the crows own the field. – John J. Geddes

Dear Great Pumpkin, Halloween is now only a few days away. Children all over the world await you coming. When you rise out of the pumpkin patch that night, please remember I am your most loyal follower. Have a nice trip. Don’t forget to take out flight insurance. – Charles M. Schulz

Do not be small minded. Do not pray for gourds and pumpkins from God, when you should be asking for pure love and pure knowledge to dawn within every heart.- Ramakrishna

Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.- Charles M. Schulz

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Eric followed Vlad Tepes’s stubby finger, identifying me as the future Happy Meal. Then he stared at Dracula, looking up from his kneeling position. I couldn’t read his face at all, and I felt a stirring of fear. What would Charlie Brown have done if the Great Pumpkin wanted to eat the little red-haired girl? – Charlaine Harris

Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake. – J. K. Rowling

Even where the land was more receptive, settlers soon learned to take some precautions before planting their vegetables. Maize and pumpkin seeds were soaked in water for several days and then blackened with tar before planting – the most effective way to deter rats, mice and birds. Bee Dawson

Every woman needs secrets,’ her mother said with a smile then, her eyes meeting Sally’s in the rearview mirror. ‘Remember that when you’re old like me, pumpkin, because the world has a way of making a woman’s life everyone else’s business–you have to dig out a little place that’s only yours. – J. Courtney Sullivan

‘Good Morning America’ exploited Joan Lunden’s pregnancy, but you won’t see me bringing my babies on the air. The only reason I’m talking about the babies at all is that they’ve been with me on the show since I became pregnant. After a while, I had to acknowledge this pumpkin tummy. – Jane Pauley

He gave me a look sure to put frost on anyone’s pumpkin.- Charlaine Harris

I don’t believe pumpkin pie is even made from pumpkin. I mean, how can something that smells that shitty make a pie so sweet? There’s not enough sugar in the universe. – Lewis Black

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick. – Cynthia Hand

I get more out of life just being myself, by just being a human being. Not by being a rock star, not by being whatever. Sometimes I act like a jerk, but I think people respect me for being myself. That’s the ultimate thing about the Smashing Pumpkins. – Billy Corgan

I grew up in the ’80s and ’90s listening to Public Enemy and Mobb Deep and the Smashing Pumpkins. I don’t even know what it was like in the ’60s – I wasn’t alive then – so the Mayer Hawthorne sound is taking what I can learn from the classics, and blending it with my hip-hop DJ and producer background and punk-rock bands that I played in as a kid. – Mayer Hawthorne

I haven’t taken my Christmas lights down. They look so nice on the pumpkin. – Winston Spear

I idolised bands like Pearl Jam and Smashing Pumpkins, who wanted to reach as many people as they could. Nate Ruess

I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep. – Willa Cather

I like to make pies. Thats kind of my new obsession – peach, blueberry, apple, strawberry. I make a really good pumpkin pie with real pumpkin. – Morgan Saylor

I lost my virginity to a pumpkin when I was 23. Back then I was convinced I was actually a Vegetable, hell, that’s what the song is about. – Thom Yorke

I love the scents of winter! For me, it’s all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce. – Taylor Swift

I love the U.S. We came the first time in 2003, and it seems like we haven’t left since. James Iha from The Smashing Pumpkins came to Stockholm to see one of our shows, and he really fell in love with the band. He said, “I’m going to take you to America, I’m going to release you on my label.” When you’re in your early twenties and you get that kind of opportunity, you just gotta roll with it. – Maja Ivarsson

I mean you know at midnight everything is going to turn to pumpkins and mice; right? But if the evening goes along, I mean, you know, the guys look better all the time, the music sounds better, it’s more and more fun, you think why the hell should I leave at quarter of 12. I’ll leave at two minutes to 12. But the trouble is, there are no clocks on the wall. And everybody thinks they’re going to leave at two minutes to 12. – Warren Buffett

I never wanted to leave the Smashing Pumpkins. That was never the plan. – Billy Corgan

I represent the Democratic wing of the Democratic party. – Paul Wellstone

I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea – Richard Brautigan

I see a girl caught in the remains of a holiday gone bad, with her flesh picked off day after day as the carcass dries out. The knife and fork are abviously middle-class sensibilities. The palm tree is a nice touch. A broken dream,perhaps? Plastic honeymoon, deserted island? Oh, If you put in a slice of pumpkin pie, it could be a desserted island! (Pg 64) -Laurie Halse Anderson

I sort of have a dark, twisted, offbeat way of writing, which I see coming up in my kids. It’s funny, on Halloween, one of my daughters said, “Halloween isn’t supposed to be happy, dad, it’s supposed to be dark. ” No smiling pumpkins at the Sixx household! – Nikki Sixx

I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it. – Robert Breault

I think people fetishize glasses in general. You could put glasses on a rotting pumpkin and people would think it was sexy. – Tina Fey

I was never able to get through Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. I’ve never been able to make it through. And I love the Smashing Pumpkins, they’re one of my favorite bands ever, but I’ve never been able to listen to the whole thing all the way through. – John Wozniak

I went to Floridita on Wardour Street when I was 18. All I could afford was pumpkin soup and a glass of champagne, but it was worth it. – Karen Gillan

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. Henry David Thoreau

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. – Henry David Thoreau

I’m half-Japanese, so I collect toys, like a Yayoi Kusama stuffed pumpkin. – Nicola Formichetti

I’m not sure I would label it a ‘survivor,'” said Iko, her sensor darkening with disgust. “It looks more like a rotting pumpkin. Marissa Meyer

In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year. – Cynthia Rylant

In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realize it is far more common for men to turn into rats.- Gregory Maguire

Instead of doing cinnamon, nutmeg, and all those baking spices I’ll have one spice that’s for sweets, and that’s pumpkin pie spice. – Sandra Lee

Is there a short-eared koobish, then?’ Mmmyes …’ said J.Lo. ‘But it is technically not really a koobish. Is more alike a kind of singing pumpkin.’ We had conversations like these all the time, where I just eventually gave up. – Adam Rex

It looks more like a rotting pumpkin. – Marissa Meyer

It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat your pumpkin. That brought you down to earth. That gave you a reason for going on. Pumpkin. – Alexander McCall Smith

It’s midnight Cinderella, but don’t worry none. Cause I’m Peter the Pumpkin Eater and the party’s just begun. – Garth Brooks

Just wait and see, Charlie Brown. I’ll see the Great Pumpkin. I’ll SEE the Great Pumpkin! Just you wait, Charlie Brown. The Great Pumpkin will appear and I’ll be waiting for him. – Charles M. Schulz

Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of Baptism; it is to believe in belief; it is to be so little that elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child had its fairy godmother in its soul. – Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Like many indelible family memories, carving a pumpkin begins with someone grabbing a really sharp knife. – Dana Gould

Little brats yellin ‘Trick or Treat’ all through my screen door, When y’all should be at home sleep, Instead of at my front porch 15 deep. The jack o’ lantern came in handy… I can turn my porch light out like I ain’t got no candy. But ain’t that somethin? You buy a Halloween costume and a pumpkin, Almost gave your children a heart attack. It’s a tradition, but who the hell started that? Kam

Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost. – Ray Bradbury

My father played guitar, so I always wanted to play for that reason. But I think the biggest reason was just the ’90s in general – growing up listening to the Smashing Pumpkins, Green Day and bands like that, and going to concerts and thinking it was the coolest thing in the world. – Jack Antonoff

My favorite word is ‘pumpkin.’ You can’t take it seriously. But you can’t ignore it, either. It takes ahold of your head and that’s it. You are a pumpkin. Or you are not. I am. – Harrison Salisbury

My kids just brought home a beautiful pumpkin, but you know what? I’m going to return it because it’s a Democratic pumpkin. It has the orange color of John Kerry’s tan, and the roundness of Teddy Kennedy. – Arnold Schwarzenegger

My most memorable meal is every Thanksgiving. I love the food: The turkey and stuffing; the sweet potatoes and rice, which come from my mother’s Southern heritage; the mashed potatoes, which come from my wife’s Midwestern roots; the Campbell’s green bean casserole; and of course, pumpkin pie. – Douglas Conant

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace! – Rainbow Rowell

Of the first achievements of the legislature was to institute a ten-thousand-dollar agricultural fair to show off forty dollars’ worth of pumpkins in – however, the territorial legislature was usually spoken of as the “asylum”. Mark Twain

On the moon we have everything. Lettuce, and pumpkin pie and Amanita phalloides. We have cat-furred plants and horses dancing with their wings. All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts. Shirley Jackson

Once a pumpkin, Always a pumpkin. – Billy Corgan

Pumpkin pie is a living symbol of mediocrity. The best pumpkin pie you ever ate wasn’t all that much different from the worst pumpkin pie you ever ate. – Garrison Keillor

Pumpkin spice lattes are egg nog for morning people. – John Oliver

Pumpkins are the only living organisms with triangle eyes. – Harland Williams

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. – J. K. Rowling

Severus, please fetch me the strongest truth potion you posess, then go down to the kitchen and bring up the house elf called Winky. Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrids house where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here. J. K. Rowling

She liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade. Orange is bright and demanding. You can’t ignore orange things. She once saw an orange parrot in the pet store and had never wanted anything so much in her life. She would have named it Halloween and fed it butterscotch. Her mother said butterscotch would make a bird sick and, besides, the dog would certainly eat it up. September never spoke to the dog again — on principle. – Catherynne M. Valente

Smashing Pumpkins has never been a band about hit songs. – Billy Corgan

Some people are absolutely funny and you want to wish them Happy Thanksgiving in funniest way possible. Here is the list of Funny Thanksgiving sayings. Just chose the quote you want to wish that person. Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread and pumpkin pie. – Jim Davis

Sometimes I think that ideas float through the atmosphere like huge squishy pumpkins, waiting for heads to drop on. – Neil Gaiman

Thanksgiving is a magical time of year when families across the country join together to raise America’s obesity statistics. Personally, I love Thanksgiving traditions: watching football, making pumpkin pie, and saying the magic phrase that sends your aunt storming out of the dining room to sit in her car. – Stephen Colbert

The coach has turned into a pumpkin and the mice have all run away. – Lady Bird Johnson

The first real concert, other than going with my dad to see Three Dog Night, was Smashing Pumpkins and Garbage. I was fourteen or fifteen. I liked Shirley Manson because she reminded me of Annie Lennox. They both have these deep, sexy, powerful alto voices. – Amy Lee

The ideology of the Smashing Pumpkins was ultimately more valuable than the music of the Smashing Pumpkins. That’s what critics can’t put their finger on. – Billy Corgan

The mask can be a limitation, but you just deal with it. You do get superhuman strength and pumpkin bombs and all this other stuff to express yourself with.’ – Willem Dafoe

The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget. – Mitchell Burgess

The near end of the street was rather dark and had mostly vegetable shops. Abundance of vegetables – piles of white and green fennel, like celery, and great sheaves of young, purplish, sea-dust-coloured artichokes . . . long strings of dried figs, mountains of big oranges, scarlet large peppers, a large slice of pumpkin, a great mass of colours and vegetable freshness. . . . D. H. Lawrence

The past was a consumable, subject to the national preference for familiar products. And history, in America, is a dish best served plain. The first course could include a dollop of Italian in 1492, but not Spanish spice or French sauce or too much Indian corn. Nothing too filling or fancy ahead of the turkey and pumpkin pie, just the way Grandma used to cook it. – Tony Horwitz

The Pumpkins love rock-and-roll, we absolutely love it, but we also think it’s a flatulent, ego-serving kiddie playground. You can have your cake and eat it too. – Billy Corgan

The Smashing Pumpkins was never meant to be a small band. It was going to either be a big band, or a no band. – Billy Corgan

The tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster. – Nick Harkaway

The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked. – Ray Bradbury

The word ‘vegetable’ has no precise botanical meaning in reference to food plants, and we find that almost all parts of plants have been employed as vegetables – roots (carrot and beet), stems (Irish potato and asparagus), leaves (spinach and lettuce), leaf stalk (celery and Swiss chard), bracts (globe artichoke), flower stalks and buds (broccoli and cauliflower), fruits (tomato and squash), seeds (beans), and even the petals (Yucca and pumpkin).Charles Heiser

There are three things I have learned never to discuss with people…religion, politics and the Great Pumpkin! – Charles M. Schulz

This year I invested in pumpkins. They’ve been going up the whole month of October and I got a feeling they’re going to peak right around January. Then bang! That’s when I’ll cash in. – Homer

To be a textual critic requires aptitude for thinking and willingness to think; and though it also requires other things, those things are supplements and cannot be substitutes. Knowledge is good, method is good, but one thing beyond all others is necessary; and that is to have a head, not a pumpkin, on your shoulders and brains, not pudding, in your head. A. E. Housman

Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle. – Ray Bradbury

We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field goes through every point of pumpkin history. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Well, there doesn’t seem anything else for an ex-President to do but to go into the country and raise big pumpkins. – Chester A. Arthur

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie? – John Greenleaf Whittier

What she did have were Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life. – J. K. Rowling

When I had a job catering, I catered a wedding for the Smashing Pumpkins bassist in Indiana. And I served Billy Corgan shrimp off a tray. – Amy Poehler

When I lived in New York, there wasn’t as much TV or film around. I got asked to do a couple of indie films, just based on me being from The Smashing Pumpkins and A Perfect Circle. I did a couple of indie movies from Japan and one from Canada, and I thought it was an exciting, fun thing to do. I had a great time doing it, it was just that, in New York, there really wasn’t as much. My studio in New York closed, so I moved out to L.A. and just started looking into composing as another thing to do, as a musician. I like it a lot. It’s fun and it’s a different way of thinking about music. James Iha

When I was a kid, Halloween was strictly a starchy-vegetable-only holiday, with pumpkins and Indian corn on the front stoop; there was nothing electric, nothing inflatable, nothing with latex membranes or strobes. – Susan Orlean

When the Lord starts out to make an oak tree, he takes a hundred years to do it in, but he can make a pumpkin in 90 days. More or less life is like that. We must choose whether we desire to become and oak tree or a pumpkin. – Sterling W Sill

When white men first effect contact with some unspoilt race of savages, they offer them all kinds of benefits, from the light of the gospel to pumpkin pie. These, however, much as we may regret it, most savages receive with indifference. What they really value among the gifts that we bring to them is intoxicating liquor which enables them, for the first time in their lives, to have the illusion for a few brief moments that it is better to be alive than dead. – Bertrand Russell

Who are you writing to, Linus?” “This is the time of year to write to the Great Pumpkin. On Halloween Night, the Great Pumpkin rises out of his pumpkin patch and flies through the air with his bag of toys for all the children!” “You must be crazy! When are you going to stop believing in something that isn’t true?” “When *you* stop believing in that fellow with a red suit and the white beard who goes, ‘Ho, ho, ho!'” “We’re obviously separated by denominational differences. – Charles M. Schulz

Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you. – Jodi Picoult

With the garden I planted for the Reina Sofia, each plant related to different celebrations along the calendar – Christmas with evergreen trees, Valentine’s Day with roses, Halloween with pumpkins. All these symbols are so culturally loaded, but they are organic living entities – just like the fish in the tanks. They grow on their own. The symbolic ecosystem is growing without a narrative anymore. It’s a physical and mental landscape.- Pierre Huyghe

Women are like pumpkins; you search and search for the perfect one, bring it home, and the next thing you know, you’re looking for a knife. – Dana Gould

You could hollow out a big pumpkin and wear it on your head for the entire week of your birthday. This will allow you to get in touch with your Halloween emotions.- Jade Puget

You will never see the four original Pumpkins on stage ever again, unless it’s a Hall of Fame thing. But you would never see a tour. There’s so much damage, there’s no way. – Billy Corgan

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