#this episode was beautiful # the parallels were insane # and also the differences to show that where Arthur and Guinevere failed #Killian and Emma succeeded # she allowed her love for him to overcome her obsession # which allowed for Rumple to disappear #where as Arthur manipulated and took away Guinevere’s agency # to get them to their goal #Camelot still does not have a king #and it’s still broken # but this episode showed us where Arthur and Guinevere failed # Killian and Emma succeeded #the orphaned king of Camelot # that is needed to fix # the still broken kingdom #is somebody that we’ve all #known and loved for a long time # Killian and Emma and their love # will complete Camelot and # he is the true king of Camelot # the true wielder of Excalibur # and Emma Swan his queen.
In case anyone notices or is wondering, my group blogs (this is josh / @brittany-murphy)
movie-gifs, tvandfilm, filmtv and burgertv are suddenly gone due to a member being deactivated and that glitch still existing and taking blogs with it.
Chewbacca is also included due to the member being on that team. I’ll keep this pinned until they’re back ☺️
#those blogs being terminated feels like the stock market crashing and im the venture capitalist stockholder
Description: I had a dream the night before last about taking Suit’s hand and laying it on my heart, so he could feel that my heartbeat was faster with him, and not out of fear. So here’s some self indulgence for this because I have to.
If this were to happen according to her canon timeline, things would probably be a bit softer, so take this separately. It’s something she’d do, though.
They stood face to face, too close as per usual by his own initiation. His breath was hot as she felt it unfold against her cheeks, words of mockery and accusations spilling from his mouth like tar, the goal being to trap and sink her.
Word count: 4.2k (i may’ve gotten a bit carried away)
Summary: You are used to see this cute guy on your to work and back home, but after a migraine makes you miss train on friday and not saw him its almost as if the universe jinxed you, for him.
Warning: migrains, headaches, san like appears but not?, fluff, clumsiness as it best, Reader has a job and is this close to gradutaing?, overall bad day.
Request by anon: choi san; H & 8.
H. Don’t cry, you know I’ll cry if you cry.
8. Falling for a stranger who’s common in your life.
A/N: I tried my best to do it without making it exxageradetly long and failed. I’m really sorry. And I didn’t knew if you liked it like GN or Fem but I realized about that at the end and doen¿t know id¿f I have to change but if anything, please contact me to either make another request or if you want me to change it to GN!Reader.
The way his skin glowed when the afternoon sun rays shone against it was actually mesmerizing, giving him an aura of perfection. The kind and warm type of perfection that you found in his eyes, in his defined jaw, in his kind little smile and the way a rebellious strand that didn’t hold along with the rest of his styled hair rested against his forehead. And you, you were used to all the perfection he had, his radiant presence part of your routine ever since he appeared randomly in your daily life.
You still recalled the first time you saw him, a year and a month back when you had to change your whole schedule to do your internship in the company that contacted you, managing to balance your new work with your college lessons, waking up a bit earlier to catch the 7:35 train to your work and then the 5:45 one back home.
That first day you were late, you ignored the alarm and those 10 minutes you overslept made you hurry a lot that morning, giving you firsthand adrenaline to start your new job all in. Rushing up the stairs of the station with a bag of crackers on one hand, your lunch bag on the other while slumping your bag upper in your arm without dropping the folder that held your final essay pressed under your armpit, all while trying not to collide against anyone in your way.
You had arrived along with the train; just as your foot stepped on the platform the train came in, door opening immediately and letting you in, taking the spot you used to take for when going to college. You managed to finally get your folder in your bag, slide the strip over your shoulder and finish the cracker in your mouth, swallowing it dry; and there, right there was when you saw him, sitting two seats away from you on the opposite row, his backpack resting his lap as he sipped from the cup of coffee on his hand, black hair styled neatly back, not a single strand poking out.
