wait wait I have to reblog again. Emma’s legit staring at her super hard, and then Regina looks up like she felt her eyes on her, and they just connect all starstruck I can’t-
this gives me so many butterflies in my stomach… is that normal?!
#PLUS PLUS PLUS you can literally see regina’s eyes soften for a split second before the gif loops#her brows furrow right after she notices that emma’s been staring at her#with that face #and that look of happiness and awe#and most importantly nothing negative #kill me
“There’s no such thing as the perfect soulmate. If you meet someone and you think they’re perfect, you better run as fast as you can in the other direction. ‘Cos your soulmate is the person that pushes all your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis, and makes you face your shit.” - Madonna
#oh god #the lighting in the original footage darkens the shit out of henry’s face#so seeing it this way #he just closes his eyes expectantly #and smiles#because when was the last time this happened and it felt nice and warm and free of bitterness#when was the last time she called him her little prince and he didn’t go ‘evil queen evil queen evil queen’#henry loves his mama #fuck everything else #goes off in the corner and sobs#the occasion is i love you #the queen and her prince #save henry #ouat spoilers
Fussy Baby Henry
What’s sad about this to me is that a newborn needs to be held really, really often. In my culture all the time (north americans now call it attachment parenting but we did it first:). If a person doesn’t know instinctively to pick up and hold a baby when it’s ‘fussing’ (the only way a baby knows how to communicate really) then it makes me wonder if THEY were held a whole lot as a baby or even touched affectionately as a child. Regina is really caring as a mom, she doesn’t actually lose patience, just closes her eyes and hopes for the best, but some parts of this make me sad for how alone she must have felt at this point and how much it might have mirrored her own upbringing.
I can only hope that she has Emma around for the second kid and that Emma has her and awwwwwww.
Yeah I wondered about that. To me Regina is actually on par with a miracle in that she can love at all seeing as she was born and raised in the absence of it where her mother is concerned. She learns with Henry, and you can see she loves him so she doesn’t lose her patience she just gets frustrated and you can tell she’s afraid she’s doing something wrong. Babies also tend to pick up on the energy around them, and frustrated, worried Regina was probably giving off some pretty heavy energy for Baby!Henry to pick up on.
I have some really dark head canons about Regina’s childhood and this confirms some of them in my mind.
You know what I suddenly really need? Okay you know how Emma has defended Regina to her parents and stuff? I want to see Regina defending Emma. Maybe to Neal, like he says something asinine about Emma giving up Henry or not telling him about Henry, and Regina overhears and…
I just realised…
Regina means queen in Latin…
Regina was the Queen
She was Queen Regina
She was literally called “Queen Queen”
She’s the fucking Moon Moon of Once Upon A Time…
Summary: “Why is our magic stronger when we’re together?”
Characters: Emma Swan, Regina Mills
A/N: My first attempt at OUAT fanfiction. If you like it, maybe give me some prompts so I can practice my writing? All mistakes are mine as this goes unbeta’ed and English is not my first language.
We’ve not yet lost all our graces
“Why?” Emma sat heavily on the log next to Regina, leaving a respectful space between their bodies.
They had been forced to spend another night in Neverland. Maybe more than one, if Emma was to be honest with herself. They had finally managed to find Henry and then took his heart away from Pan, against all odds. Not all odds, if Regina in Mama-Bear mode was to be taken into consideration. Which she definitely should be. The price had been Rumpelstiltskin. Gold. Whatever. He was not dead, at least Emma hoped he wasn’t, but when the so-called Evil Queen, holding on to Emma’s hand and with tears making her eyes shine even in the shadows (or perhaps shining more because of them?), had cast a spell so powerful Henry’s heart had literally jumped out of Peter Pan’s chest and back into Henry’s, the over 350-year-old smug teenager had decided to take Pandora’s box with him. For leverage, he had said.
Emma held no love for the man who had created the curse responsible for her 28 years devoid of family ties, but she was now forever bound to a kid who was apparently the truest believer. Said man was the kid’s grandfather. And the kid had morals way stronger than hers, no matter what her White Knight status claimed.
God, her family was fucked up.
Regina carefully ran a hand through one of Henry’s hair strands, falling over his eyes while he slept next to the fire. The Savior looked at her in wonder, waiting for the sure-to-be-snarky reply.
They were back to the main island which, now that they had been to that skull-turned-land, felt like an actual resort to Emma. Hook had looked at her with those sparkling blue eyes clearly stating he was proud of her, he had been right in believing in her, and Snow had embraced her so tightly that she was sure she had heard a rib crack. Neal had come up behind her, Henry’s arm loosely hanging on to his waist. The kid had received an endless amount of hugs, high-fives and pats on the back. Regina and Neal? They had gotten a nod each, from David, the polite Charming. It was clear her screwed-up family played favorites and Henry’s other parents weren’t high on the list.
Emma wasn’t sure if it was she or Henry who were the gravity centre of such an unusual group of people. It sure felt like she was the one in the spotlight most of the time since they’d gotten to Neverland. Except for Regina. Never for Regina.
Someone had to have their priorities straight.
“Why what, Miss Swan?” the brunette asked in a sigh. She looked around for several moments, her eyes stopping in every one of their sleeping companions, like she was afraid they would catch her talking to her. She visibly swallowed, and her next words left her lips with effort. “Emma.”
Emma was surprised to find her lips quirk up at the sound of her name in Regina’s voice. It was not the first time, but it was still special somehow.
“Why is our magic stronger when we’re together?”
I want you to know I’m here for you, Emma. Anytime.
here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
Once Upon A Comedy.
Once Upon A Time an Evil Queen
cursedtried to curse every storybook character you’ve ever known…
Yup because this needed to be giffed too because this was a beautiful moment. The way Henry stayed in that moment with her even after Emma walked in. He just stayed there with Regina, eyes closed, hugging her tightly, not caring about the family reunion happening two feet away. Then you can see Regina rubbing his back in the first gif in that very sweet motherly way. It looks like a mother holding her baby boy and soothing him to sleep after he’d been crying. And the way she is looking at him in the second gif in such a loving and doting way. It really is like it’s only these two in this moment. Nothing else around them is happening.