colinslittlehugs

colinslittlehugs:

"Do you want gravy for your mashed potatoes?"

"Come again love?"

She looks up at him and smiles, finding his confusion of this world adorable, “Do you want brown sauce on your whited pounded stuff?” She says the last part with an arched eyebrow, mocking his description of the dish. He nods his…

blowmiakisscolin

blowmiakisscolin:

You can hear the “I’m sorry” and “Emma, sweetheart…” lines!

I am so emotionally compromised right now. Like, on the scale, I’m “Kristen Bell with a sloth” level of unstable.

Hold me.

tough-lass

tough-lass:

I want to talk a little bit about Emma’s face in this moment.

When Regina is saying this sentence, Emma’s look is full with shame. For a moment there it looks like she feels bad about letting Zelena trick her into losing her magic, but then when she is looking at her father it seams to me like something completely different.

She looks at her father but then immediately looks away because she feels that if he would have known what she did he would have been disappointed with her. But if you think about it for a second, David would never be disappointed of his daughter saving a man’s life. If there is someone that could understand what it’s like to risk everything to save a life it’s David. His own philosophy is to help people in a time of need, sure he could have understand that when the situation was presented to her Emma had no choice but to save Hook’s life.

But Emma is feeling guilty in front of her father all the same, the only reason she would feel like that would be because in her mind she did a selfish act, because she feels that she placed her own desire above her father’s. One should ask himself/herself why would saving the life of other person would be considered as a selfish act?

And this is exactly the point, Emma is feeling guilty not because of her actions, but because of the reason she was doing them. When Hook almost died Emma couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. “Hook come back to me"  was what Emma was saying. In this moment when she needed to make a choice to save his life, Emma was thinking of Emma. She didn’t think about her family or the town, all she could think about was the thought of not having this man in her life. When Regina is asking her “how did this happen” Emma had to face the guilt of putting her needs first above her family’s and to face the implications of what she considered a selfish act.

This demonstrates once again Emma’s feelings for Hook. She was putting his life first and she was feeling guilty because she just discovered Hook was indeed her weak spot, just like Zelena predicted. 

THIS <3

captaincolinwahey

things i ask myself on a daily basis:

fandomflail:

  • what should i eat for dinner
  • what did i accomplish today
  • why the fuck is colin o’donoghue so hot
  • what time should i check the cs ff tag
  • did i charge my phone yet 
  • do i have any conference calls
  • holy shit why is colin o’donoghue so hot
  • will i ever be as stunning as jmo
  • holy shit should i spend another hour looking at colin o’donoghue
  • but why is he so hot tho???? and does he know?
totheendoftheworldortime
bemusedbicycle:


I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless before.

He’s never been one for Agrabah - too hot, not nearly enough water, the sand burns at his eyes - and it makes him uneasy to linger for too long. But now they’re stuck here, sent on some ridiculous hunt through the city for a boy named Aladdin, and not for the first time he wonders why he keeps on following this woman. 
(He knows exactly why.)
He grabs a veiled merchant as she exits the place where Emma disappeared to an hour ago (“We cannot walk around this city with me looking like this.” She had pressed a quick kiss to his lips and pushed him towards a clothing stall to change himself. “Plus, I’m hot as hell.”) and inquires as to where she may be, but all he gets is a quick nod to the back. He rolls his eyes as he pushes through gauzy curtain and slips into dim light, only to pause with a sharp inhale because - 
- gods above, she is a vision. 
She is relaxed on a chaise lounge when he silently slips past the last curtain, creamy skin on display as her breasts practically spill out of her corset (if he can even bloody call it that). Jewels and baubles adorn her fingers and wrists as she takes a sip from the cup in her hand, rearranging her skirts so he can see the long line of her legs - flawless, bare skin up to where thigh meets hip. He swallows hard, and pushes a hand through his hair. 
"Darling - " He coughs to clear his throat and she grins, slow and seductive and bloody hell. 
"Close your mouth, Killian." She places the cup lightly to the side, green eyes sparkling as she reclines, her fingers dipping down and across the swell of her breasts. She thumbs at the edge of the corset, slipping her finger beneath, and he imagines what the skin there must taste like - if it’s salty or sweet. "It’s rude to stare." 
He takes another step closer, arching an eyebrow. “And what about touching?” 
Her legs shift and part and he gathers the smooth material of her skirt in his fist, inching it up over her knees. Her head falls back, back arching and maybe a brief respite in this adventure is in order. 
"Touching is encouraged." 

bemusedbicycle:

I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless before.

He’s never been one for Agrabah - too hot, not nearly enough water, the sand burns at his eyes - and it makes him uneasy to linger for too long. But now they’re stuck here, sent on some ridiculous hunt through the city for a boy named Aladdin, and not for the first time he wonders why he keeps on following this woman. 

(He knows exactly why.)

He grabs a veiled merchant as she exits the place where Emma disappeared to an hour ago (“We cannot walk around this city with me looking like this.” She had pressed a quick kiss to his lips and pushed him towards a clothing stall to change himself. “Plus, I’m hot as hell.”) and inquires as to where she may be, but all he gets is a quick nod to the back. He rolls his eyes as he pushes through gauzy curtain and slips into dim light, only to pause with a sharp inhale because - 

gods above, she is a vision. 

She is relaxed on a chaise lounge when he silently slips past the last curtain, creamy skin on display as her breasts practically spill out of her corset (if he can even bloody call it that). Jewels and baubles adorn her fingers and wrists as she takes a sip from the cup in her hand, rearranging her skirts so he can see the long line of her legs - flawless, bare skin up to where thigh meets hip. He swallows hard, and pushes a hand through his hair. 

"Darling - " He coughs to clear his throat and she grins, slow and seductive and bloody hell

"Close your mouth, Killian." She places the cup lightly to the side, green eyes sparkling as she reclines, her fingers dipping down and across the swell of her breasts. She thumbs at the edge of the corset, slipping her finger beneath, and he imagines what the skin there must taste like - if it’s salty or sweet. "It’s rude to stare." 

He takes another step closer, arching an eyebrow. “And what about touching?” 

Her legs shift and part and he gathers the smooth material of her skirt in his fist, inching it up over her knees. Her head falls back, back arching and maybe a brief respite in this adventure is in order. 

"Touching is encouraged."