I have always felt that if a Фан Показать dislikes certain aspects and the direction of сказал(-а) show, that сказал(-а) Фан should at least respect the show’s writers and their creative decisions…and if the Фан cannot do that, then he (or she) should simply stop watching сказал(-а) show.
Which leaves me in a bit of a quandary. I have lately found myself losing respect for Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz, the head writers and co-creator’s of ABC’s Once Upon A Time. It isn’t just one thing that set this off, but a series of things, things which if only one had been an issue, I would be fine,...
So I was thinking earlier about how they never bring up Graham anymore, and it led me to think of ways that Emma might talk about him for once.
1. Since we thus far have not seen Aurora interact very much with Emma and Snow, and since she Остаться в живых Phillip, I was thinking that maybe she would bring up how she Остаться в живых her love. And obviously Emma has, too. So that would open up an opportunity to mention him, if Emma wanted to respond and/or console. And perhaps even a conversation if Aurora wanted to know еще about him (if talking about someone else's situation would make her feel better...
The секунда fanfic I've written for Graham and Emma, it carries on from where "Reunion" left off. Hope Ты like it, thanks for Чтение :-)
Emma grew еще and еще relaxed, the longer she spent with Graham, just soaking up every little detail about him. The image of him collapsing on the floor and her grief was still fresh in her mind and сердце though. She tightened her hold on his hand. She wouldn't lose him again. "Penny for your thoughts, Miss Swan" he сказал(-а) with a smile. They had come to rest near a small stream with sunlight gleaming through the forest trees and she hadn't...
Enjoy :-) this is just how I picture Once Upon A Time ending-though I reckon we'll see Graham/The Huntsman before the last episode. Hope Ты like it, all feedback and Комментарии are very much appreciated. If Ты guys would like a секунда installment, just let me know and I'll add a part two. Thanks for reading!
Laughter and Музыка echoed in Emmas ears as the people of Storybrooke rejoiced. The curse had been lifted and Regina was safely locked away in a prison cell she could never get out of (curtesy of Rumpelstiltskin). "I knew Ты could do it, Mom" Henry told her, grinning. She...
Of course it was raining. The one time Emma leaves her keys in her куртка it has to be raining. Her куртка is back in Mary Margaret’s apartment, who is out for the night babysitting for Ashley so she can have some alone time with Sean. It’s late Sunday night and Storybrooke being the small town it is, seems deserted. Even Granny’s is closed for the night. And so Emma stands outside the apartment building, leaning against her car, utterly drenched.
It’s not that she doesn’t like the rain, because she does. She’s always found it to be oddly comforting actually. But...
With all the Emma and Graham angst going around after what happened I thought I’d write a little fanfiction on the happier side, maybe in hopes to cheer some people up (including myself).
This is just my idea on how I’d like the series to end. ______________________________
It had finally happened. After 2 years the battle was finally over, the curse on Storybrooke and it’s residents was now broken. All thanks to Emma Swan. Everyone had returned to Fairytale land and was now celebrating in the town square outside the castle. Snow and Charming were...
Note: This is a deleted scene from the Pilot episode of Once Upon A Time, the script below is from the original draft of the Pilot. Emma was orginally named Anna hence why the script refers to her that way. The scene was apparently shot (see the pictures below) but was scrapped. The scene may vary if the scene is ever released via DVD Extras.
EXT. REGINA’S HOUSE – NIGHT
[i]Anna hurries out. Just needing to get the hell out of here. She comes upon the sheriff, leaning up against her car. He smiles at her. Munching on a PIXIE STICK. Offers her...
He had only met her for a brief moment but the Sheriff quickly realized he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen anyone new come to town. Her appearance brought an odd sense of hopefulness to him that he couldn’t place. Something he couldn’t remembering feeling in the longest time.
But now was not the time for this, she was probably already long gone by now, back to where ever she came from. And as for him he had his Sheriff duties that needed to be tended to. He had his nightly patrol of the town before heading home.