Multi-fandom blog but you'll mostly see Bollywood and TV Shows. If you don't read my tags, you don't know the real me.

*None of the gifs are mine so credit to the owner*

the biggest question about the missing year is






How and why were Belle and Regina buddies all of a sudden? 



One of which involves Regina walking in on Belle crying, and getting really uncomfortable. So Regina tries to sneak out, but then Belle sniffles and turns and says, “Regina? What are you doing here?” And Regina internally battles her conscience. Like on one hand she’s thinking: I don’t got time for dis but on the other she’s like Ugh, maybe I should act like a decent person?

So she asks Belle what’s wrong, and Belle refuses to talk at first and says she just wants to be left alone. Regina has another moment of Yes! and then No…

And they end up bonding over Rumps death, and Regina apologizes for all the crappy things she did, and yeaahh.

Can I steal this for my fic?

I don’t know if I can make them be friends in time for the Rapunzel ball, but I will try with the help of flashbacks cause the ball is next chapter.

Yeah cause the argument in Storybrooke is pre-memories right? So they might’ve sorted it out in the EF as well.
Also Belle can personally attest to Robin looking good shirtless, so she’s got that going for her.

Yes, it’s pre-memories in SB. So anything and everything is up for grands in terms of EF relationship.

And oh god, that is totally happening further down the line.

  #Another thing that they'll probably never talk about smfh    #OUAT    #Q  


i respect all ships

no no, except that one, that’s gross and you need jesus.


Nicki Minaj bts MTV EMA’s 2014 photoshoot

  #Nicki Minaj  

Ranbir Kapoor #LetsFootball


Ranbir Kapoor #LetsFootball

  #Ranbir Kapoor  

"Don’t make it into a big deal." [Outlaw Queen Prompt]


Thank you to Elodie, the lovely beautiful il-etait-une-fois-nos-reves, for the prompt!

Note: post-diner.

Snow calls her the next morning, claims it’s urgent. 

Regina is curled up in a ball of blankets by the fire when she makes the mistake of answering the phone—had hoped against all hope she knew she didn’t deserve that it would be him, saying he’d made a mistake, that he’d been a fool to let her walk away from him.

She was the fool to think he’d be the one reaching for her now.

“Please, Regina,” Snow repeats plaintively.

She grits her teeth, replies, “I’m busy,” as calmly as she can manage. Busy refraining from ripping her heart out of her chest and leaving it in her father’s tomb along with the rest of them, pulsing reminders of all the lives, all the happiness, she’s singlehandedly destroyed.

“I thought you might say something along those lines,” Snow replies, and the end of her sentence is punctuated by the chime of the doorbell, followed by a loud knock. 

Regina stiffens under her blankets, feeling mutinous. 

“So that’s why we’ve decided to come to you instead,” Snow continues, “and I know you’re home so you have no excuse not to—“

Regina hangs up the phone and tosses it to the couch as she stands. She kicks the silver platter on the floor in her haste to get to the door and yell at Snow in person, sending wheels of day-old cheese careening across the carpet. (The bottle, empty save for the last dregs of wine at the bottom, still rests on its side near the foot of her bed upstairs where Robin had discarded it the day before, to free up his hands for running them all over her body instead.)

“Listen,” she says abruptly as she throws open the door, “I’m not in the mood for your charming little pep talks or—oh.”

It’s not Snow standing there with a fist raised mid-knock, but Robin, and the sight of him alone feels like a punch in the gut, stumbles her backward. She sees his gaze move frantically over the wrinkled satin pajamas, the arm she has thrown over her chest to brace herself, the lines in her forehead, and her eyes, dark and hollow as they stare into his own.

“Regina,” he says, and it rolls off his tongue with a comforting familiarity that she does not want from him, “may I come in?”

Read More

  #Outlaw Queen    #fanfics    #Q  


#That first quote SLAYS ME#EVERY SINGLE TIME#I see it#because it’s the exact opposite of true#Regina Mills knew how to love down to the very fiber of her being#Regina’s capacity to love was#literally figuratively and metaphorically#beaten out of her#by Rumplestiltskin and Cora and fucking Leopold#by anyone and everyone that was more invested#in the idea of what Regina should be#instead of protecting what she was#yet despite all that#Regina still held on to that ability to love#the one tiny piece of her heart that wasn’t completely corrupted#the tiny piece of her heart that adopted a baby boy#and a love that over time#erased more and more of the darkness in her heart#that helped Regina rediscover#she’s not only capable of love#but of True Love#gdi#I hate this show#and I hate Regina’s stupid face#that makes me all warm and gooey inside

  #OMG THESE TAGS THO    #Regal Believer    #OUAT    #Q  
  #do her wifely duties    #I just keep thinking about their wedding night. I mean did she really have to lay down and ....    #She was a child and we all know it yet they treated her like she wanted any of this    #OUAT    #Q  
Prompt; OQ: “What if I love you, and you die? What else do I have to live for?” - <3


I’m taking the sentiment from your quote, and incorporating parts of it. This is a follow up to Spilled Coffee.

Robin says I love you first.

Well, Robin says it, and Regina doesn’t say it back.

He doesn’t mind at first, that she isn’t ready. As long as she keeps smiling and squeezing his wrist at the words whispered in her ear as she pours them both mugs of steaming coffee, keeps nestling closer to him when she hears them as she wakes, keeps gasping out his name when he pants them as he comes. I love you. 

But then weeks stretch into months, four of them, and even though he knows she’s as in this as he is, even though it’s in every touch and smile, in the way they have both grown to love each others’ children, he wouldn’t mind hearing it. He tries to keep himself from thinking about it for now, doesn’t mean to push her.

It’s during a fight, their worst yet, that it comes spilling from his lips. They were discussing it calmly at first, whether to keep his place or hers, but they both live in the homes they once shared with Daniel and Marian, and it ran away with them and turned nasty. Robin thinks Regina might have a valid point—Henry has memories of Daniel in this house, and Roland’s too young to know Marian in any way but through stories.

But her insistence and continuing silence stings, more than he’d like to admit, and words she doesn’t deserve tumble between them. “Are you going to spend the rest of your life living in the past, or will you someday find the guts to tell me how we both know you feel?”

Her face hardens, but he doesn’t miss the way her lip trembles as she opens her door, cries Get out! and slams the door in his face.

His hands ball into fists, and he stomps down two flights of stairs, one away from the ground floor of her apartment building, before he’s spinning and hurrying back up.

She opens on the third knock, eyes red, mascara smudged, tears running down her cheeks. 

"I’m so sorry," he says, voice breaking, and then she’s in his arms, her face buried in his neck, sobs wracking her body.

In all their time together he’s never seen her cry like this. “I never meant to imply—” he lets her weight rest on him, turns them and shuts the door, “your memories of him are so important to both of you, and I would never want to—”

"I know. It isn’t that," she manages, fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Then what…" He guides her to sit on the leather couch just inside the entry, then drops down beside her, a hand threading through her hair.

"If I say it, that makes it real."

He taps her cheek gently with one thumb. “If you say what?”

"If I tell you I love you, I can’t go back, and what if I l-lose you and then I’m all a-alone again," she breaks into sobs again, and he’s dragging her to him, halfway onto his lap as her hands scrabble to hold onto his shirt.

He kisses her forehead, the top of her cheekbone, behind her ear. He knows better than to promise he’ll never leave—they both do—but they also both know something else, and that is what he reminds her. “You know as well as I do that love is worth the risk of pain.”

She nods weakly.

Eventually, her breathing evens out, and her head stays on his chest, rising and falling with his lungs. “Let’s get a new place,” she suggests softly, her voice rough. “New memories. There isn’t really enough room for all four of us at either of our apartments, anyway.”

"You’re sure?"

She sighs, nods, and he feels her smile against his skin before she pulls back and holds his jaw in her hands. “I do love you.”

His stomach does cartwheels. Several of them. “I know.” He runs the pad of his pointer finger down the vein in her forehead. “I love you, too.”

  #FEELINGS JUST A LOT OF FEELINGS    #Outlaw Queen    #fanfics    #Q  


I just needed to express my heart with a photoset :’)

  #So cute    #Lana  






Beyoncé & Nicki Minaj performing ***Flawless in Paris (FULL HD)

1:59 tho

my soul tried leaving my chest at 1:59

YO @ 1:59 my spirit ascended. 


@2:11 beyonce took another soul 

  #YAS GOD    #MY SOUL HAS ASCENDED    #Nicki Minaj    #Beyonce    #Q  


friendly reminder that famous viner curtis lepore is a rapist.

What a fucking scum bag why is society intent on making the shit stains of humanity ‘famous’

Michael Jordan with the halfcourt buzzer-beater vs. Hawks

Michael Jordan with the halfcourt buzzer-beater vs. Hawks

  #LEGEND    #NBA    #Q  
White people: We don't want any black people in our clubs, bars, parties, restaurants, schools, government, banks, neighborhoods, or offices
Black people: Well fuck ya'll then. We can go start our own shit that's just for black people and nobody else.
White people: ......
White people: Wow, excluding people based solely on their skin color? That's really racist and I am personally offended. How would you feel if we did that to you?
  #I ship her and Leo and idc    #RBS  
  #GOALS    #Jayonce