// 1930s Storybrooke AU: Regina Mills, The Nightclub Singer, and Emma Swan, The Adventurer
Reblogging myself to say that I may or may not have started on a fic for this photoset (and a fake movie poster is probably going to come at some point, too). Not sure if it’s going to go anywhere — not promising anything, and this might end up being all there is to it — but here’s a teaser:
Emma Swan breathed a sigh of relief as her plane’s wheels touched the dusty runway. ”Middle of nowhere, looks like,” she mumbled, knowing full well she had no reason to complain. At least this town had an airstrip that she had spotted from the air.
She grabbed her bag and climbed out of the cockpit and down the wing, patting the side of her plane as she did. “What are you doing to me, Lady?” Her beloved machine had started to react sluggishly to her commands just as she was about to fly out over the sea, and she knew that she was lucky the malfunction hadn’t hit when she was out over the water.
She waited a few minutes, just walking around the plane and looking around. Surprisingly, nobody had shown up yet. She was used to drawing at least a small crowd with her dark blue biplane, but apparently there was something more interesting going on right now.
When the machine had cooled down enough for her to open her up, she took a quick look at the motor. There was nothing that immediately stood out to her, so she closed the flap and resolved to call her fatherly friend and business partner, Marco. “He built you, after all,” she told the plane, “and he loves you just as much as I do.”
“You always talk to machines?” a rugged voice said from behind her.
Emma whirled around. “Sorry, I had no idea anyone was here,” she said with a smile. “It looked pretty deserted.”
The newcomer grunted and continued to wipe his hands on a greasy cloth. “She yours?” He pointed at the plane. “Never seen one like her.”
“Yep,” Emma replied. “First one of her kind. My partner builds the planes, I’m the test pilot,” she added. “I was just taking her out for her first really long spin when she acted funny on me, and I thought it better to set down here in … where exactly am I?”
“Storybrooke, Maine.” He reached out his hand. “The name’s Mike Tillman, I run this place here. If’n you want me to take a look at her, I’d be glad to.” He looked like he couldn’t wait to touch the beautiful plane.
“Emma Swan.” They shook hands. “I’m going to to talk to my partner first, to see if he has any idea what went wrong,” Emma declined the offer. “But I bet I could use the help when I start working on her.” She looked around. “Got some space in a hangar for her? At least for one night?”
“Lemme get my truck.” Mike walked off and returned shortly in an old pick-up truck. “Hook ‘er up,” he called out to Emma, who grabbed the thick wire and hooked up her front axle. As soon as she was set, she banged on the side of the truck and Mike pulled her into the smaller of the two hangars.
“How far is the town?” Emma asked once her lady was settled.
“About eight miles that way.” He pointed down the coast. When Emma groaned, he grinned. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride. It’s time to head in anyway. Gotta get ready for tonight.”
Emma threw her bag in the back of the truck and got in. “Anything special going on tonight?” she asked curiously when she saw the dreamy smile on Mike’s face.
“Nope,” he replied, still smiling. “Just a night at the Queen’s club.”
This place has a nightclub? Emma wondered. This I have to see.
The arguments for my ship have been made very eloquently by many before me, but I’ll add this. Swan Queen is not only smart and inventive, its respectful. It respects Emma and Regina as complicated individuals with difficult pasts. it respects them as woman with their own minds. It respects them as mothers. it acknowledges out of the gate that - if they determine that they want any partner at all - both deserve someone who will respect their struggle, support their desire to change for the better and to be a better mother to Henry, to help them grow as a person, find peace in themselves… and it allows them to not be used as a device to help rewrite their partner’s past indiscretions against them, or just look really hot on their leather-clad arm.
Have a little too many shots with Tinkerbell there, Regina?
Now that you’ve got her in the bug, Emma, you are approximately two servings of Lasagna and one drunk dial away from the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. Don’t fuck it up.
The whole ‘Emma-being-interested-in-men’ thing really isn’t working
again with the hands Jane
Oh look it’s unimpressed Detective Heterosexual, swaggering into a MEN’S locker room like she’s got a ten inch dick and a look that says “I just banged your Mother”…. At least Doctor Could-Swing-Both-Ways looks mildly interested in being in there.
I AM HYSTERICS OVER THAT COMMENT
i am fucking dying.
Reading No Logo at the right time - slightly too young, slightly too angry - is one of those eye-opening moments that really fundamentally changes your relationship with the world.
- conversationsinblackandwhite on reading Naomi Klein’s “No Logo”
Was looking in the top of the cupboard for christmas wrapping paper and found this old NUS International Women’s Day poster.
(Date? 2001? We’re off to fight ‘corporate tyranny’, so sometime around the big World Economic Forum protests, when Naomi Klein was god - and we were all getting degrees studying ‘the end of history’ lol.)
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