#findingtallahassee

[justanoutlawfic]

Hey all, I was interviewed by @the-citrus-scale! I talk about Once Upon A Time, what I prefer in fanfiction and more! A big thanks to them for reaching out and interviewing me. :)

[queenofglassbeliever]

Regina vs Zelena

I love Zelena, but I gotta go with Regina on this one.

[snarky-sims-witch]

Hi, I’m starting to plan out my 100 Baby Challenge. I’ve read the rules a few times and looked through your blog to be clear about some stuff. Just one question: Is it okay to insert more males throughout towns, to give our matriarch more chances at baby daddies, since we only get one donor per kid, so long as they don’t live in the same house as our matriarch?

Yes. There’s no restrictions on who can be donors.

[cianmars]

39. Pen Pals AU + Snowing, pretty please?

Thank you very much! 

AO3

It started as a required class project between two high schools, the two co-ed private schools in the city, one catholic, one jewish. It was supposed to create and understanding between the two of the schools, a requirement which none of the high school juniors were looking forward to, not under the pressure of their looming futures already.

They were all randomly assigned names, along with a brief fact sheet about the person  

David drew a name which sounded like it should have been at his Catholic school, Mary Margaret. She seemed to be involved in as many clubs and societies as possible, she was even head girl, reading her last name made him realise that this must be the daughter of the rich businessman his uncle often did business with at his law firm.

And Mary Margaret found herself being forced to write to some high school jock, he seemed to get good grades, but he was a jock nonetheless, David was his name. Apparently he was a twin, she wondered if it was true that one twin was evil, probably not.

Their letters started off normal, fairly boring really, mostly asking what each other's’ schools were like, their likes and dislikes in school, hobbies, pretty much the things off of the list.

Then one day David began to doodle on the side of the notice, he thought about throwing the note in the trash and starting over, but instead he wrote what he had barely been able to admit to himself ‘I am terrified of growing up and working at my uncle’s law firm.’ He mailed it and immediately regretted it.

But the next reply container three letters. One was a continuation of their previous correspondence, the second simply said ‘why?’ And the third was a confession of Mary’s own ‘I can’t wait to move as far away from this town as I possibly can’.

From that moment on their letters became much more personal, they told each other the secrets they couldn’t tell anyone they knew in real life, it felt safer like this, somehow. Their letters were also in the form of postcards from their favourite places, or places they went on field trips, photos of different things or places or just of themselves, David’s artistic doodles and Mary’s stickers, she was never the best at drawing. David had stored the letters in a boxes next to his bed, and the photos and postcards were all stuck on the walls surrounding his bed, while Mary kept them all in a box, safe and hidden.

The letters went on and on and on, longer than others in their schools managed to maintain theirs, they learnt about each other’s religions and traditions, culture, and holy days, but more importantly they learnt about each other and about themselves.

Mary wasn’t expecting mail when she checked the mailbox, but inside was a postcard, a picture of the renowned pizzeria in town, on the other side was David’s block capital writing.

“Pizza, Friday, 7:30, I’ll pick you up?”

She rushed inside finding a postcard in the stack she had bought online.

‘I can’t wait x’

She posted it straight away, and as she waited for Friday to come, she realised that she was in love with a guy she had never met in real life.

Jesus.

She was in love.

On the other side of town David sat watching his own mailbox, realising the same things as Mary at the same time but not knowing it. He, too, was falling in love.

[mariequitecontrarie]

1, 2, 3, 6 & 32 for the OUAT questions?

1. Emma or Regina? Tough call so I’m going to split my answer. Seasons 1-3, Emma. Seasons 4-7, Regina. I really liked the development of each of them over those time periods.2. Whose death hit you the hardest? Without question, Belle French Gold. It’s weird because I both love and hate Beauty. Although maybe it’s not weird because I love and hate Skin Deep, too. Watching Rumple lose Belle broke me. His pain was mine. And although I love the way she became his raison d'être in Season 7 and remained a vital part of his journey, there was so very much they could have done with her character in making her part of the new curse. Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, when all the Good Queen coronation business was happening, Belle and Rumple were in the back of the room watching everything and wearing absolutely stupendously gorgeous outfits, dancing until their feet ached, and stuffing each other’s faces with sweets.

3. Do you have a favorite season? Season 2 for all the Rumbelle relationship development, Season 1 for establishing these incredible characters.

6. Favorite ships? Rumbelle (shocker, I know!), Swanfire, Curious Archer, Red Cricket, Swan Queen, Snowing.

32. What is your favorite place in OUAT? If by place you mean location? The pawnshop. So many major moments, Rumbelle feels, and incredible banter happened among those piles of treasures. Also because there was a piece of every character inside its walls. For me it makes it the most uniquely special and fascinating place.

Thanks for asking me!Once Upon A Time Inspired Asks

[heatherfield]

I finally go on my dashboard after being in my drafts all day and the first thing i see is a barrage of “Sweet Home Alabama” gifs.

And THEN I keep scrolling to see more Literati/Rory and Jess.

@findingtallahassee Are you trying to drown me?? XD

[killianmesmalls]

I wish you would write a fic where W!Killian parents Robin M. after she does something stupid. (Because I love your thoughts on Killian and parenting.)

Hope this works!

Killian didn’t understand the other realm’s obsession with the number eighteen. Adulthood, he found, didn’t come from a number that magically had one blossom fully functional at midnight of their eighteenth birthday, but rather through an individual’s maturity. In his day, adolescence wasn’t truly acknowledged, one had to behave as an adult in their teenage years, sometimes earlier.

These days, though, the added some was a luxury, one he had intended to give his Alice for as long as possible. He cursed himself for the outcome, but a twinge of bittersweet pride niggled his heart when he realized she was still full of her whimsical, childlike wonder. Robin, on the other hand...

And why so many children felt the need to grow up so soon he had no idea. He would have killed for a few more years of childhood. Instead? Well.

He shook off the thought as Robin stormed past him, rolling her eyes as Zelena bolted after her. “I’m eighteen!” she said for Killian thought to be the thousandth time. “You can’t control me anymore!”

“I can—”

“What? Take away my phone? It doesn’t even work in this realm! Ground me? We don’t even stay in one place long enough between traveling with the rebellion, checking back in with Storybrooke, and trying to find a home of our own here. Besides, I should be allowed to come and go as I please. If I’m old enough to join the fight, here or back home, then I’m old enough to decide that I can be out until whatever time I want.”

Killian was careful not to stare; it wasn’t in his nature to get involved in someone else’s family business. However, when Zelena threw up her hands and stomped off in the other direction, his paternal urges nagged at the back of his mind.

“Ugh!” Robin growled dramatically, plopping down onto a nearby log. “I can’t believe her!”

Killian sighed, choosing to believe she had intended for him to listen rather than bursting with a hormone-filled rhetorical shout. “It’s a parent’s prerogative to worry. It never goes away, no matter how old their child is or how mature they believe themselves to be.”

He let the words hang there, and could see Robin processing them with a defensive scowl. “I’m eigh—”

“Eighteen. Yes,” he said, rising from his own perch and gesturing with his head down the path. “Fancy a walk? Could be good for blowing off steam, and I feel like a chat might be in order.”

Robin’s brow furrowed, her answer caught in her throat for a moment, but as he kept his soft eyes on her she finally nodded and rose to her feet. “Yeah, a walk couldn’t hurt.”

It had been a couple of months since the girl had joined their team, and a few weeks since she’d met Alice in the woods. Killian smiled as he recounted how she’d later spoken to him privately about their evening together, recalling the giddiness in her eyes once she’d finished her story but still rambled about Alice’s goodness and strength. Since then, he’d encouraged Robin to visit his daughter, believing both girls needed a friend between their new homes and increasing freedom.

They wandered in silence, Killian waiting for Robin’s breathing to even and her muscles to relax. Then, just as he sensed her wishing to fill the awkward quiet, he cleared his throat. “I want to start by thanking you for being so kind and supportive to Alice. To me, she’s perfect, but of course I’m her father. From what I’ve heard from the villagers nearby, she’s ‘the crazy girl’ and it’s not hard to see you’re the first person outside of me that doesn’t believe that to be the case. Even Henry thinks she’s a bit eccentric, though based on their first meeting I can’t blame him.

But,” he continued, the word more firm than his last, “just as your mother worries about your safety, I worry about hers. Truth be told, I am concerned about yours, as well.”

“I’m fine,” Robin replied, and though he could hear that same force, an uneasy quake cracked her previous toughness. “I’m—”

“Love, please do not remind me yet again of your age. I’m 240, give or take, so truly I don’t see the point in bringing it up. I understand in your realm, or in parts of it, it signifies a milestone, but if there’s a constant need to remind others of your maturity simply through throwing out a number, then you have not convinced them enough on your own actions to treat you like an adult.”

He could almost feel her glow crimson with embarrassment and rage, but he kept his voice steady and urged them to continue on, grateful the path was abandoned save for them. “You have done a lot, for us and for Alice. However, in a place like this which is still largely foreign to you and in times like these where violence can break out at any moment, asserting your independence regardless of the feelings of others is not the best way to go about convincing anyone you’re ready for that independence. Even I at my age am careful to let our people know where I’m going and give an idea of how long I will be away. It’s courtesy. One you may still need to learn.”

“That’s bull—”

“If you swear at me, Robin, this conversation is over,” Killian warned, voice light but stern. “Instead, I’d think it best to channel that anger into something more productive.” He pulled out a dagger and handed it to her, then gestured with his head toward a large oak tree. “How about you practice your throwing skills? I’ll stay nearby but, unless needed, keep quiet so you can think.”

Robin grabbed the dagger, looking at its polished handle before arching an eyebrow at him. “Why do I feel like this is some weird sort of timeout?”

“Because you’re not wholly incorrect, but I’d also like to know you are skilled in multiple weapons and can use them in multiple ways if you happen to run into trouble while on your own or with Alice and for any reason you cannot use your bow.”

Killian saw the rising signs of defiance in her features and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when they soon fell away and she wandered closer to the tree, readying her stance. Her need for independence was still rivaled by her need to prove herself, and he hoped the repetitive action and tranquility of the area would do her some good.

He found stump closeby and settled on it, keeping from critiquing her movements. Practice or not, the point of the exercise this time, he knew, was more mental than physical. The first several throws missed the mark, and she growled in impatient frustration so like he’d witnessed from others her age. Yet, with a sense of pride, he saw she repeatedly went back to get the dagger, soon taking deep breaths and trying again.

The next few times she failed to pierce the bark with the blade, but at least got close. A few more deep breaths and a few more tries, and after long last she managed to lodge the blade into the flesh of the tree. “Yes!” she whooped, victorious arms pumping into the sky, and Killian couldn’t help chuckling.

“Very good, lass.” He rose and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks.” Her face flushed again, though this time with pride. “And, I guess I do feel better.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He surveyed where they were, how close they were to the new cottage he and the others had managed to help find Alice, and a quick flash of longing washed over him. Robin glanced back, catching hints of the cottage through the trees, and gave him a melancholy smile.

“If it’s alright with you, I can check in on her? Maybe she has another letter written? I know it’s between scheduled trips, but, since we’re so close…”

The corners of Killian’s lips tugged up at her request for permission. “Aye, love. I don’t see any harm in it.”

“Thanks. And, uh...can you do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

“Tell my mom I’ll be back by midnight?”

[bauerfanstraten]

Star Swan for the ask meme,babe?

Who digs through the toy bin at thrift stories

They both do. They have a competition to see who can pull the weirdest thing bc they’re actual children in adult bodies. They haven’t grown up at all lol

Who gives better hugs

Emma’s hugs are softer, Lily’s are longer. They’re both pretty good!

Who does absolutely nothing on a day off

Lily. And she’ll try to drag Emma down with her cuz it’s always fun. Ofc when that happens Emma’s all “one of us has to be responsible” and Lily’s like “but it’s called a day OFF”

Who prefers gold and who prefers silver

Lily likes silver bc dragon mom hoards it so it must be cool but she also likes gold cuz it reminds her of Emma’s hair. “Gold of sunshine in her hair” and all that. Emma’s a bit more partial to silver because it’s got practical uses against vampires and werewolves if that ever comes up and they have to make like Buffy and Faith

Who looks better in stripes

They’re prolly the same

Who wears “dad hats”

Lily. Emma has her beanies lol

Who excessively quotes shows or movies

Lily. She’s prolly seen a lot more things to begin with so she’s had more time to be a nerdy little punk

Who saves everything because “we could use it for something someday”

Lily. Compared to Emma, girl’s got a bit of a hoarding problem. Which fits. And which leads to her coming up with creative tricks to hide her shit around the house so Emma stops complaining

Who piles on the blankets

who needs blankets when you have a freakin’ dragon for a gf?

Emma does when Lily’s on the couch... but it’s not the same... BUT if Lily’s on the couch there’s always a reason so she’s just gotta suck it up

Who drowns everything in chocolate

Emma’s guilty of this when she can get away with it. Lily indulges on special occasions like Valentine’s or Halloween or her birthday, but she likes her shit spicy overall.

[sieben9]

findingtallahassee reblogged your post and added:

My main issue with singing princess Emma is that...

They said that? ...OK, weird.

Because I would absolutely have believed that they were so desperate for their daughter to never go through they shit they did that they became overprotective of her. But this just seems bizarre. “No, they’d never raise her like that, we just did that for the plot”? Really?

And listen. I have a whole tragedy in three acts planned out in my head how wish!Neal and wish!Emma met. I don’t even care how far I have to reach, I’m just glad he was mentioned

[huffleporg]

For the ship grading: Snowing

A+: OTPA: I love itB: It’s really cuteC: Not a bad shipD: I’m neutral on it - For season 3b onwardsE: I don’t really like itF: NOTPN/A: I don’t know the ship well enough

I really loved the ship in the first couple seasons, but the writers really did them a disservice starting in 3b. They kept on repeating their storylines so there wasn’t really any development and... it just got boring. 

[freifraufischer]

Happy birthday :)

Thank you dear!

[imaginesmultifandoms]

Choose between: Arthur and Tremaine.

(Why why you do this?)

Anyway, I have to choose between two of my fave characters of Once Upon A Time. I got to choose between King Arthur and Lady Rapunzel Tremaine also known as Victoria Belfrey and collectively as LadyHero.

So this is hard for me because it’s two of my faves. And I know, they’d both want me to chose them but also maybe chose the other too.

However……  out of these two - I love them both very much. However I’ve decided to go for…. I’ve decided to chose Tremaine.

So guys I pick Tremaine.

[queenofglassbeliever]

Ella vs. Henry

Woooow... You hate me. You actually hate me.

Damn this is hard, but I gotta go with:

[abovethemists]

Pages!Belle: Do you think any of Storybrooke knows about your past career?

I wouldn’t think so. Like I said, most of the stuff I did was regional work on the West Coast so I don’t know what would have made it’s way all the way to Maine. I don’t really care if people know though. It’s not like I’m trying to hide it. I’m not ashamed of anything I did.

[cianmars]

If they had a kid: Phillip & Thomas (outside Alex & Phillip Jr of course) please :)

Name: Kit (Christopher)

Gender: Male

General appearance: He’s still young and is transitioning, but he’s typically skinny, he wears a lot of dark colours, as Alexandra is a fashion major Kit often gets her to give him advice on what to wear, he pretty much goes to everyone except PJ for fashion as he thinks PJ is a nerd. 

Personality: Kit is rather quiet, he’s often watching rather than talking, but if you get to know him he is very funny and sarcastic, he’s a bit of a pessimist, and enjoys listening to music and watching tv and movies. 

Special talents: He’s pretty good at playing the piano and he’s very good at maths and takes up programming as a 14 year old. 

Who they like better : He likes his dads for different reasons but they always make sure that he’s comfortable with them and that he feels safe, so he likes them both equally, even if he often points out how uncool they are.

Who they take after more: His taste in books and movies is like Philip’s but like Thomas he’s good at mathematics.

Personal headcanon : He was living with his grandmother up until she died when he was 6, he was fostered by Thomas and Philip when he was 7 and adopted just over a year later, despite his siblings being older than him and far away he keeps in contact with them and sees them a lot. He’s 10 when he tells his fathers that he's actually male, they’re supportive of him. He went through a phase when he was 12 where pretty much all of his clothes were shades of blue because it was his favourite colour.

Face claim: Ian Alexander

Send me a ship for their kid!

[mariequitecontrarie]

Trope rating: Enemies to lovers

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

With the caveat that there’s no hate sex involved. It’s too vulnerable and not for me. BUT my OTP glaring daggers at each other and bickering while deep down wanting to date and get married and have all the babies forever and ever???? GIMME THE THING!

Send me a Trope and I’ll rate it!