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11 october 2013

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poppiins asked ;  
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    (  windened eyes & a loud huff,. there’s no denying
     the
undeniable when a small smirk—- however
     hidden it tried to remain; gave her away entirely )
               
—————- oh shush

massive smirk on the fairy’s lips,
              tink rose an eyebrow
              at the nanny.

       ❛ and from the way he looks at you,
                  there’s no doubting he’d
                  like to do the same. ❜

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Week 3 of training… Week 3 of dieting… Week three of no brownies…

thequeenalone asked ;  
Tink was asleep on the floor again. Maybe it reminded her of sleeping in trees in Neverland. Regina stooped to shake her awake, but her hand froze halfway to Tinkerbell's shoulder. She looked down at what Tink held to her chest -- soft, gray fabric. Regina's sweater, which she'd left tossed over the back of a chair, forgotten. Not by Tink. Regina's hand changed course to gently touch the curve of Tink's cheek, so fragile in sleep, and she slightly, tenderly smiled.
Your muse walks back into the room, only to find my muse curled up into a ball, sound asleep. Upon further inspection, they find that my muse is hugging one of your character's belongings to their chest. What do they do?

          tinkerbell’s eyes fluttered open at the
          faint touch of the queen’s hand to her
          cheek. groggily, she sat up, just to grip
          the garment in her arms tighter as she
          subconsciously brought it up to her nose,
          taking in the sweet smell of regina mills.

                     ❛ how long was i out? do you know? 
                                  she murmured with a quick eye-rub.

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thequeenalone:

SEND ME A SENTENCE [THE HUNGER GAMES]

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“I want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.”

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                    ❝ Tink… ❞

                              Regina’s heart was so loud in her ears. She swallowed,
                              sure Tinkerbell could hear it — could hear the way she
                              was sending all the clockwork of Regina’s mind and
                              body on the fritz. She lifted a hand, hesitated, then
                              reached for Tink’s. She touched as though afraid Tink
                              would burn her. Or pull away.

                    ❝ I… I think the Blue Fairy would tell you you’re making
                    a mistake, ❞ Regina said. The words had no meaning to
                    her; they were nonsense to fill the silence as she
                    struggled to believe that Tink could really mean what she
                    said.

    ❛ screw the blue fairy. she’s ruined my life
                               enough times already. i’m done taking
                               orders from her —- even if it means i lose
                               my wings again.

              i care about you, gina. i’m not
              letting some overly-vibrantly
              colored pixie stop me from
              being happy any longer. 

                     tinkerbell could hear her heartbeat
                     quickening in her chest as she felt
                     regina’s hand on hers, but the fairy’s
                     eyes never left the queen’s.

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        ❝  he’s my friend. a friend who happens to be a man. 
             a gentleman. he’s my
gentleman friend

    ❛ a gentleman friend you would
                  very much like to snog. 

OUAT TAG IS BROKEN! NOOO!!

Your muse walks back into the room, only to find my muse curled up into a ball, sound asleep. Upon further inspection, they find that my muse is hugging one of your character’s belongings to their chest. What do they do?