Oh hunger, I know you well
My cruel friend is a funeral bell
One will escape, One will be found, One will die…tonight.
He did it. He actually managed to describe how it feels to live with depression and suicidal tendencies.
every time i see it i reblog it, because welcome to my head
He’s my favorite
“In some ways, they have quite similar backgrounds. They both were abandoned. Hook was abandoned as a child, as well. They both have lived just to survive for themselves and make a life to suit themselves, and in a way, they’ve connected through that.”
"You and I, we understand each other."
my head’s under water
but i’m breathing fine
We asked twenty strangers to kiss for the first time….
this is seriously so beautiful. Watch the video <3
Can we find out who they are? And what their current relationship is because omg.
I’M BORED IN THE LIBRARY.
Send me a * in my ask and I’ll write your url in my handwriting.
“In the middle of the table, against the woven cloths upon the wall, there was a chair under a canopy, and there sat a lady fair to look upon … Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring.”
Captain Swan Secret Shipmate gift for the amazing sybbelle!
PART ONE // PART TWO
Summary: a cs fangirl’s take on the suggested events of episode 3x12. Hook and Emma deal with the aftermath of Emma regaining her memories and try to figure things out before heading back to Storybrooke. Rated T for some scenes of a sexual nature ^_^
Word Count: 3, 345
The blaring noises from the city streets assaulted him as two surly police officers chucked Hook out of the tall double doors of the New York City Police Station, his eyes adjusting to the bright morning sunshine. Staggering down the wide concrete steps Killian brushed himself off in frustration, the dust and dirt of a night spent in the decrepit jail cell adding to his discomfort. It wasn’t enough that Emma had busted him for trespassing, but he’d had a good 24 hours to stew over it in a cramped concrete prison with the likes of some rather intimidating gentlemen who held a serious distain for his appearance. Killian knew he should have rethought his wardrobe, regretting it the first time he’d stepped foot in this city in just his leathers, but he hoped it would help Swan remember him. Obviously not.
Killian began heading west, back towards the city gardens to regroup, not even noticing the blonde haired object of his affections waiting in the mid-day shadows of the nearby alleyway, watching him.
He got half a block down the street before she called to him, “Wait!”