swim through the fires to stay in this world

Regina/Emma for the kissing meme. Warning: rampant domesticity.

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That morning you woke up alone,
small in your empty Brooklyn bed,
forgotten, left behind, my heart
fanned its darkest smile. You,

who had been so cruel, now wearing
your paper dress, your sloppy drunk,
your careful parade of I'm over it,
your wither, your ice, your sneer.

The new woman was a laugher,
all ditz and curl, but enough for him
to leave. Though you would be the one
who'd move, claim to be better off

without. Perhaps it was this brashness,
this faux resilience, that had me hold
tight as leather, riding your bucking
heart break, as guiltless and flashy

as a weekend cowboy, savoring
each crack with an eager pinkie.
I clung to it like bad voodoo,
like a perfect and deserved hex,

watching your gaunt striving,
your cheek turning, your nose
rubbed in it, the other woman
laughing at the end of the bar.

When curiosity finally made me
take my boot off your throat,
it was then I noticed you weren't
moving. Sober like a face slap,

obvious as the morning after,
I saw you for what you are:
a woman, cruel and imperfect,
a fighter who tried everything

to protect her one and only heart,
how it didn't matter, it was torn
fresh from its root anyway, with
me, standing by, silent, leering.

Lilith ~Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz

Three guesses as to who this poem reminds me of, and the first two don't count.

Absolutely un-fucking-believable Emma/Regina fanvid:

Fandom Tennis Match Meme:

Okay, here's how this is going to work. You comment with a fandom question. I answer it and then ask you a question that has some thematic relevance to the question you asked me.

–I mentioned this to norgbelulah, but 5 Acts is one of my favorite memes ever and when I saw it pop up on my friends list while I was on break at work and had this flash of temptation to pretend that I was sick so I could go home and write. I didn't, because I need money to pay rent and buy groceries, but half of my office has been calling out sick, I totally would have gotten away with it. 

Anyway, I fully intent to write the fuck out of it this weekend. Also, I'm using it as an excuse to force myself to write Darcy/Steve and Tony/Pepper and Regina/Emma, because lord knows that I hate having OTPs that I don't actually write (pst, I'm going to be shameless and mentioned that I've already written one porny bit of Tony/Pepper, I'd love to know what you think. It it IC?)

On the subject of Tony/Pepper, have a haiku via tumblr.