This is it. This is the real world. A real world. How arrogant are you to think yours is the only one? There are infinite more. You have to open your mind. They touch one another, pressing up in a long line of lands, each just as real as the last. All have their own rules. Some have magic, some don’t. And some need magic.
l i k e t h i s o n e
Is there a moment coming up in the next season that you can’t wait for the fans to see?
Jennifer & Colin + talking about the finale kiss
I'd go to the end of the world for her. Or time.
"When he met… Emma"
Everyone is talking about the hug but this is also one of my favorite moments in the panel because the way he said this was so shy, endearing, and teenager (i mean listen) and JMo’s reaction is the cutest ever and this will just be the thing I will look at when I’m sad because this makes me really happy.
Buff Chris-es and their proud co-stars
A/N: After this, I had to.
“What are we, Emma?” he quietly asked, notes of exasperation threading his voice.
She froze, blinking in surprise at the directness of his question.
Ever since they had returned from the past— since she found out that he had given up everything for her— they had stood on this precipice, both silently toing the line, neither wanting to make the first move. So much—too much—was unspoken between them. He was always with her, and she was always with him. They had a…thing. But the elephant in the room was growing larger with each passing day, with each new dangerous situation they fought through together. Feelings threatened to pour out, ones that she was nowhere near ready to fully face. But it was getting harder and harder to keep them on a leash, to keep them tamped down. She rounded on him.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Hook! We’re friends! You’re my…” she sputtered, hands flapping helplessly.
“I’m your what?” he pushed.
“I don’t know! Friend! You’re my…boy…friend.”
“I am no boy, Swan.”
“Yes, I mean, no. I know. I—”
“I’m a man grown, and don’t you forget it,” he growled.
“Killian. I just meant that you’re different than a regular friend. More.”
“And that is signified by calling me a young lad?”
“No,” she couldn’t stop the smile at his outrage over this idea. “Boyfriend is just a term used here when two people are…dating. Um, courting,” she amended when sensing his confusion.
It took a second, then a smug grin settled on his face and he stepped closer, invading her space and pressing her gently against the wall. Reaching up, he skimmed his hand lightly across her collar bone, moving to lightly twist and play with the golden curls that lay upon it.
“Ah, so we’re courting are we?”
Emma rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the trail of sparks his teasing touch was leaving across her skin.
“Keep it up, and we won’t be for long,” she muttered. “But be warned, I’m no good at this stuff. This boyfriend stuff. Err, I mean, manfriend. Oh god, that sounds even weirder.”
“Swan. As long as I’m yours, I am quite happy to live with whatever moniker you care to call me.”
She took a deep breath, and then a second, waiting for the familiar panic to set in. When it didn’t, she finally looked up at him. His eyes danced into hers, bright and blue and just a little vulnerable. He was waiting, giving her the choice and power as he always did. Emma smiled.
"You’re glad to hear I had my heart broken?”
”If it can be broken it means it still works.”
Rose McIver @ WB Shoot, San Diego Comic Con, Day
"Who do you think her soulmate is? Because we had Graham, Neal, we had Hook now…"