Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth
For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done…
The sound I made was not human. Tears. In. My. Eyes. The purest form of joy. I will have to fic it in future.
what tumblr user do u ship me with
I love how the fandom believes Regina is some kind of superstar chef when all we’ve ever seen her cook is lasagna and apple turnovers…repeatedly.
Don’t forget that one time in her dream (about Emma) she was eating what appeared to be roast beef and veggies!
God. I need a life.
Doing a test. Reblog if you ship Swan Queen.
“What should we call each other?”
“Well, we could always start with Mrs Crawley and Lady Grantham.”
I ship these two like CRAZY!! They remind me of a British less physically assertive version of Swan Queen. Lady Grantham would, of course, be Regina and Mrs Crawley would be Emma. The snark! The passion!