Fanfic Rec: "The Fatal Plunge"

The Fatal Plunge

This is the Regina/Emma fanfic I have been dreaming of. Not only that, but it's the season two fix-it fic that I didn't know I needed in my life. It's long, plotty, and in character, and has a wonderful, wonderful slow burn between Regina and Emma.

Warning: The third installment is updating slower than the other's due to the author being in a car accident. It's still worth reading, especially since the second installment feels, especially for me, who only wants Regina to be happy, seriously, that's all I want, like happily-ever-after porn. (You'll understand when you read it).  

You Are A Shadow I Leave On Other Girls

A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You
by Jon Sands

When I said I wasn't with another girl
the January after we fell in love for the 3rd time,
it's because it wasn't actual sex.

In the February that began our radio silence,
it was actual sex. I hate the tight shirts
that go below your waistline.

Not only do they make you look too young,
but then your torso is a giraffe's neck attached to tiny legs.
I screamed at myself in the subway

for writing poems about you still.
I made a scene. I think about you almost
each morning, and roughly every five days, I still

believe you're there.
I still masturbate to you.
When we got really bad,

I would put another coat of mop water on the floor of the bar
to make sure you were asleep when I got to my side of the bed.
You are the only person to whom I've lied, knowing

I was telling the truth. I miss the way your neck
wraps around my face like a cave we are both lost in.
I remember when you said being with me

is like being alone with company.
My friend Sarah wrote a poem about pink ponies.
I'm scared you're my pink pony.

Hers is dead. It is really sad. You're not dead.
You live in Ohio, or Washington, or Wherever.
You are a shadow my body leaves on other girls.

I have a growing queue of things I know
will make you laugh and I don't know where to put them.
I mourn like you're dead. If you had asked me to stay,

I would not have said no.
It would never mean yes.


~I don't even know how I feel about this poem. So I thought I'd share.

I Have A Supergirlfriends Icon

That is all.

Offense! Rude!

I had never seen the top picture of Ashley and Daniel before and I LITERALLY SQUEAL/GASPED OUT LOUD AND THEN COVERED MY MOUTH WITH MY HANDS.

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