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rumbelleshowdown:

Resurrection
Overload
A Congregation of One
The Codicil
Desperate Souls
The Proposal
Figrin D’an has requested that I not reveal their identity
Congrats!

rumbelleshowdown:

Figrin D’an has requested that I not reveal their identity

Congrats!

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musingofmychoosing:

-Robert Carlyle and Emelie de Ravin at SDCC. 

"The heels will come off."

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fairytaleasoldastime:

Robert Carlyle and Emilie de Ravin - SDC 2014

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riskpig:

For delintthedarkone, the luckiest fangirl alive.

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*SCREAMING IN AGONY*

accidental-neko-ears:

WHO RECOMMENDED ME A BED OF THORNS!????

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C’est Moi.

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The worst thing about heading into the Storybrooke woods at night, Belle thought, was that she didn’t have a flashlight with her. The second worst was that there was a fog coming in, and it covered up what little light filtered through the trees. When a twig snapped she tried not to let it make her nervous, and concentrated on finding a plant to match the one in her book. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as her finger slid down the page of her new “Useful Plants of Maine” field guide. Be brave, she thought, shrugging off the feeling. 
She couldn’t shrug off the shadow she saw behind a tree, moving towards her. The book slid from her fingers and fell with a muffled “thump” on the ground. Something lunged at her. A great, hairy something, with piercing golden eyes, and long vicious-looking claws. For all that she dearly loved books, Belle could not take the time to retrieve it, but ran towards the path out of the woods. There was certainly a time and a place for bravery, but now was not it. 
It was a tree root that felled her, leaving her sprawled on the damp ground. She didn’t have a chance to pick herself up and run again. She could hear the beast behind her as it approached. She closed her eyes, knowing she must face her fear and whatever monster pursued her. With a deep breath she prepared herself for whatever she was about to face, listening to the breathing that was too close. It was the weight of something falling onto her lap that startled her into opening her eyes. 
It was a book. Her book. She frowned. What? 
As she looked up she found herself face to face with a wolf, larger than any she’d ever seen. He was looking from her to the book and back again, not as if she was a meal, but as if it was waiting for something. “You’re… returning this to me?” she asked, lifting the book up between them. The wolf nodded. 
A Scottish Werewolf in Storybrooke -nothingeverlost & victoriagebo

I’m just thinking: "Ludo friend!" 
This is all sorts of perfect.

The worst thing about heading into the Storybrooke woods at night, Belle thought, was that she didn’t have a flashlight with her. The second worst was that there was a fog coming in, and it covered up what little light filtered through the trees. When a twig snapped she tried not to let it make her nervous, and concentrated on finding a plant to match the one in her book. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as her finger slid down the page of her new “Useful Plants of Maine” field guide. Be brave, she thought, shrugging off the feeling.

She couldn’t shrug off the shadow she saw behind a tree, moving towards her. The book slid from her fingers and fell with a muffled “thump” on the ground. Something lunged at her. A great, hairy something, with piercing golden eyes, and long vicious-looking claws. For all that she dearly loved books, Belle could not take the time to retrieve it, but ran towards the path out of the woods. There was certainly a time and a place for bravery, but now was not it.

It was a tree root that felled her, leaving her sprawled on the damp ground. She didn’t have a chance to pick herself up and run again. She could hear the beast behind her as it approached. She closed her eyes, knowing she must face her fear and whatever monster pursued her. With a deep breath she prepared herself for whatever she was about to face, listening to the breathing that was too close. It was the weight of something falling onto her lap that startled her into opening her eyes.

It was a book. Her book. She frowned. What?

As she looked up she found herself face to face with a wolf, larger than any she’d ever seen. He was looking from her to the book and back again, not as if she was a meal, but as if it was waiting for something. “You’re… returning this to me?” she asked, lifting the book up between them. The wolf nodded.

A Scottish Werewolf in Storybrooke -nothingeverlost & victoriagebo

I’m just thinking: "Ludo friend!" 

This is all sorts of perfect.

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FINAL VOTING IS TONIGHT

rumbelleshowdown:

basketcase vs. Figrin D’an

It’s the…

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…it’s the thrill of the fight!

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100% done with these fucking dorks tbh [x]

100% done with these fucking dorks tbh [x]

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BELLE IS LIKE HAGRID BUT WITH CUTER CLOTHES AND LESS FACIAL HAIR

Asked by goldenfacedbastard

WORD.

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There isn’t a magical creature in need that Belle could possibly resist.

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fuckyesonceuponatime:

(x)

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SCRUNCHY FACED SMOOCHES

WHO’S A GOOD BOY?

SCRUNCHY FACED SMOOCHES

WHO’S A GOOD BOY?

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if you think being a legendary bloodthirsty creature of the night puts rumple above begging for a ham sandwich.
you would be wrong.

It was already love, and then you went and put Belle in a ball cap. <3

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"Shut up, Danny.”

I imagine that really is the only way to shut up Danny Devine.

"Shut up, Danny.”

I imagine that really is the only way to shut up Danny Devine.