A quick (albeit blurry) #latergram from yesterday, and my Star-lord #disneybound! More photos coming soon! (at Tomorrowland - Disneyland)
I think there’s something odd going on here at the #madtparty. This T tastes good, but I feel a bit strange now.
i’m dead and gone
MAI TY LEE AND AZULA MAI FUCKING MAI
I want to see elderly Ty Lee still acrobatic and flexible.
are we all just gonna skip over the fact that “Zuko’s daughter, the firelord.” FEMALE FIRELORD I REPEAT FEMALE FIRELORD, WHO IS ZUKO’S DAUGHTER WE HAVE LIFTOFF
Luna that means someone is selling drugs there
now why is platonic cuddling so frowned upon in society fuck you man if i wanna cuddle my bff i will fucking cuddle my bff youll need a fucking crowbar to pry me off you son of a bitch
(AU where Regina does send Henry back to Boston, but there isn’t a new family lined up for him, and into the foster system he goes. And when Emma gets out a few months later, she can’t help but calling to find out - to just make sure he’s with a family, and he’s okay. She doesn’t want to see him or reach out - she wanted closed for a reason - she just - she just needs to know.
And they tell her it didn’t work out with the family that took him initially.
They tell her he was sent back.
And she can’t.
She can’t let that happen to him, too, can’t let that be his story - she wanted better for him.
And it’s an uphill battle, and it takes months, but eventually the paperwork is all in order and she has a job and a place to live and she’s deemed a fit parent and she goes to pick him up -
And she spent months trying not to wonder what he would look like, trying not to wonder about him because it hurt too much, and then he was born and she refused to look at him at all, couldn’t -
And then she spent more months where he was all she could think of - was he okay, was he loved, did she make the right choice, was she making the right choice, would this even work, could she really be a mother, would he love her -
And it’s so strange to be told her son’s name by a caseworker, to have him handed to her, to meet him for the first time when he’s months old like he’s a stranger, like he’s someone else’s child when she carried him for nine months, when he is hers -
But now he really is. He is her son.
And he’s so small, and his hair is dark and there’s a twinge in her heart because every day she sees him she’s going to think of Neal, but then he smiles at her, his little baby grin, gurgling and waving his hands, squirming in her arms, her son -
He grabs at the keychain around her neck - another reminder of him - but she won’t go to Tallahassee, won’t go looking for him, won’t go waiting for him.
She’s found her home.
"Hey, kid," she whispers, unable to hold back the tears but smiling wider than she probably ever has, heart so full of things she doesn’t even know how to name.
She offers him her finger and he wraps his little hand around it, eyes bright as he smiles up at her.
"It’s nice to meet you.")
Kylie Hope Photography on Flickr.