We’re rightfully terrified right now.
"BE PREPARED FOR THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME! BE PREPARED FOR SENSATIONAL NEEEEEWWWWWSSS!"
A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer!
And where do we feature?!
IT GOT BETTER.
WOAH I just noticed Regina is dressed the same way in the 2 pics, and this means the bathroom scene is in the “Emma and Regina @ town hall” episode, and the “Emma and Regina in the bug” episode.
3x13 I guess?
I know there’s a lot of Robin there but I guess SQueens will like it.
- White people: Remember 911
- White people: Remember the Holocaust
- White people: Remember The Alamo
- White people: Remember the American Revolution
- White people: Remember Pearl Harbor
- White people: Slavery? Come on are you still stuck on that? It's time to move on that was yearsssssss ago no one cares anymore
“Regina Mills! I know you’re in there! Stop hiding behind your desk and come to the window!”
The horribly tinny, horribly loud voice propelled Regina from her chair and over to where she could get a decent view of the street outside. Her initial reaction was a rush of pure, unbridled irritation. Of all the annoyances in Storybrooke, Emma Swan had to be far and away at the top of a long, long list that Regina had mentally compiled.
The expression of unrestrained glee on Emma’s face certainly didn’t help ease Regina’s ire and she scowled as the errant Sheriff lifted the loudhailer to her mouth once more, Henry bouncing excitedly on his feet beside her.
“Regina Mills,” Emma shouted, a whine of feedback accompanying her voice. ”Savior of the Savior!”
Regina’s eye twitched and a muscle ticked in her cheek. If this was another attempt at public humiliation, then it was most definitely working. At the back of her mind, she pulled a particularly dark spell from memory. Just in case she needed to cut this paltry effort at speechmaking short.
“Me and Henry…we kinda realized that we never got to say a proper thank you for what you did. At the well. The uh…”
Emma paused, frowning down at Henry as he rose on tiptoe and whispered something in her ear.
“Right,” Emma nodded firmly, lifting the loudhailer again. ”The portal. When you saved me and Mary - uh - Snow White.”
Oh dear God, Regina thought. Emma had certainly inherited her mother’s propensity for adding insult to injury.
“Come to dinner,” Emma called out. ”Come to dinner with me and Henry.”
If this was a joke, Regina thought with a hot spurt of anger, then it was remarkably unfunny. With a huff of exasperated offense, she turned from the window and rushed down the stairs as fast as she could, bursting through the outer door at City Hall and coming to a halt just a few feet away from Emma and Henry.
“Miss Swan - ” she began, then winced as Emma pressed the button on the loudhailer, the machine letting out an agonized sound before the blonde thrust it away from her as if it were alive.
“Dinner,” Emma said, a little breathless and blushing a rather fetching shade of crimson. ”Please?”
Her eyebrows rose, forehead crinkling in abject entreaty as Regina suddenly understood that this was genuine. Not some game designed to depose and demean her, but an honest-to-goodness invitation.
Oh, she thought. Interesting. Because of all the things she might have expected from the Savior, offspring of her greatest enemy, that wasn’t one of them.
“Please, mom?” Henry stepped forwards from behind Emma, his expression matching his birth mother’s almost exactly.
Looking between them, Regina knew that their fates - all three of them - would be intertwined for as long as she continued to love Henry; as long as she continued to crave his love in return. Then she recalled the relief that had washed over her from the second Emma had crawled out of that wishing well in the forest, and how it had taken her by surprise that she welcomed Emma’s return with a heartfelt smile.
Savior of the Savior. Well, Regina reasoned, it did have rather a ring to it.
“Whose idea was this?” she folded her arms over her chest and looked between mother and son like the stentorian parent she’d escaped all those decades ago.
“Uh…me and Henry came up with it together,” Emma shrugged.
“Hm,” Regina eyed her son, who flashed her such a bright smile that she almost melted under its warmth.
“We shouldn’t have left you alone like that,” Emma continued, frowning with awkward apology. ”I mean, especially as you took all the magic and…and saved us and…and stuff.”
“I see,” Regina said, a little more haughtily than she’d intended, but the memory of them rushing away and Henry’s hand slipping from her own still stung. Still hurt.
“So…?” Emma cocked her head onto one side, gazing inquisitively at Regina.
“Dinner,” Regina said slowly. ”With you.”
“Yep,” Emma nodded. ”My treat.”
“Oh, be still my heart,” Regina muttered.
“Is that a yes?”
Pretending to think about it, Regina found that she rather enjoyed making Emma wait. It occurred to her that she might enjoy doing it again. And again.
“It’s not a no,” she finally said, catching Henry’s tiny fist pump out of the corner of her eye and that, at least, brought the faintest of smiles to her lips.
“Go get your coat,” Emma said, clearly rather pleased with herself. ”Me and Henry will wait for you right here.”
“It’s Henry and I, dear,” Regina corrected her with a slight flare of her nostrils. But Emma only laughed and shook her head.
“Not so much,” she leaned in and fixed Regina with a meaningful gaze. ”It’s Henry and us.”
OH MY GOD
my friends sister was telling me about how in highschool a guy tried to take a picture up her skirt as she was walking up stairs and she saw, grabbed his phone, broke it in half, and handed it back to him and said “you can tell your mom why your phones broken”
for a second I forgot about flip phones and I was like how in the holy hell did she rip a phone in half
In Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, all of the students Professor McGonagall is teaching to dance are Gryffindors. Which means, Hufflepuffs would be taught by Professor Sprout, Flitwick would be teaching the Ravenclaws, and guess who the Slytherins get to waltz with?
“Put ………you hand …………….on ……..my …………….waist.”
Wherever I am, I always find myself looking out the window, wishing I was somewhere else. - Angelina Jolie
ELSA’S WINDOW IS THE ONLY ONE THAT’S CLOSED GOODBYE LEAVE ME TO DIE
OMFG I JUST REALIZED THAT