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Sep. 10th, 2017


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It is very interesting, the things you hear while out with your mate who happens to be a different race. I have heard 'jungle fever' enough times to make me more homicidal than usual and also been called a coconut, though I had to look that up on Google to figure out what it meant, besides the tree. We've had others who 'celebrate' us for being 'progressive,' like it really matters to me that he's white and like that has anything to do with our comfort level of eating pizza in our underwear together.

I wonder what people would say if they knew what I really looked like - the brown skin isn't even real anymore. It's just strange to me, the more I dream and see the mixing of alien species. No one in space cares what anyone is.

In space, we have saved the day once again. Though it was not without peril. Yondu-- It's not over yet, but I hope I do not dream for awhile. They are exhausting.

Sep. 7th, 2017


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There is like so much stuff going on and not enough liquor to deal with it, not that I even need the hangover anyway. Anyone in the market for a box containing a human heart?

Also ummm. I'm just curious if there are any other werewolves out there. If you want to respond privately, I understand. But I would like to talk if you wouldn't mind. If you're out there.

Thanks.

Sep. 3rd, 2017


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And here I make my first post on this cesspool of a website as a married man. Quite exciting, no? Thanks to those who came out to the Roger and surrounding private beach last night - we didn't finish our raucous until the wee morning hours, in fact. It was nice to see friends and family who were both here already and those who returned to celebrate with us. The pictures are still a work in progress but I'll show one of the unprofessional variety.

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I'm either quite glad to be married or out of the ceremony clothes, or my bum just got grabbed again.

But at any rate, Regina and I will leave for our honeymoon in a week or so. When we return, I'd like to get cracking with a new temporary assistant at JR Investigations, so, if you're interested in PI work give me a shout. Perhaps if things work out it can become permanent - business is booming, after all.

Aug. 16th, 2017


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Oh, right, this thing does exist, doesn't it? It's been a minute since I've posted. Killian and I are wrapping the last of the wedding details and got some photos back from our engagement photoshoot - it wasn't anything terribly sappy like looking into each other's eyes with a sunset backdrop, no. The spoofs/gag reel of it was entertaining, and this one brings me back to the eighties. I'll never make that face in my life again.

My dreams have finished but aren't forever done, I don't think. My Evil Queen counterpart of my dream counterpart (confusing, yes, I'm aware) became her own person and frolicked off with an evil version of Robin Hood with a ring on her finger. I'm forever stuck with my now magic less sister whose...still in the picture, not entirely sure how but she is. Overall, I'll just enjoy whatever break I have between that round of dreams and the new ones. Weddings, first baby birthdays, all those exciting milestones.

I'll be trying out this Apprentice's Wand for a very distanced trip soon. If it can transport us to realms in one piece then I'm confident it can make it to Spain. Here's hoping it doesn't hiccup and drop is on Oz or Wonderland, that'd be our luck.

Aug. 10th, 2017


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I'm very much not a fan of this working from home thing. I hope this transition goes quickly.

[Shepard and Garrus]

I am relatively certain that I am beginning to become an asari. Though I do not like the process, I like it far more than the fucking Illusive Man having his greedy fucking hands on my station.

Aug. 7th, 2017


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Look how shiny it is!

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This is my car. Like, my dream car that actually became my car. Here. I have a car. It just appeared in the lot behind the B&B this morning, which is great, because I didn't have to take the bus to work today.

I mean, we're all under some curse because the Evil Queen is evil, and are stuck on this Groundhog Day loop (or were, until the new sheriff came to town - that's so country western) and I'm a waitress with this tacky uniform that is barely even clothing, but I have a car.

Just wanted to share that.



Things will probably get worse, because how could it not, in a cursed town? But I'll just be over here not thinking about it.

Aug. 2nd, 2017


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Hard to believe that in exactly a month, I'll be married. If you'd asked me whether or not I thought I'd be here about three years ago, I'd have laughed wholeheartedly. Ah, how things change. But at least for this wedding (unlike in my dreamland - plus that wedding was officiated by Jiminy Cricket and interrupted by a curse or something, what else is new), it'll happily involve my very first love. The ocean, and my ship. The Roger's all ready to go to host a gathering and most are invited provided that you don't act like a twat. Or try to curse us because I will bloody well kill you.

Our daughter's also turning one a week later, so while we'll spend our wedding night someplace fun the trip to Spain won't come until after we've celebrated with her and friends. She's already got an outfit but she needs a wee cake to smash, I presume. Something not with baby fondant, if anyone's got suggestions.

Jul. 7th, 2017


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It's rather irritating how your dreams stop whacking you over the head when you try to sleep, at least for the time being (though after getting married and maintaining some semblance of 'happy ending' I'm not certain where else this codswallop can go) though you still continue to get gifts. Especially ones that remind you of what an awful person you once were - though really, it's quite fitting for a pirate to keep murder trophies as shinies in a sea chest. Rings and other assorted jewelry, along with an empty bottle of booze and a spyglass. I've such use for this here, truly. Or not.

Anyway, hope you lot enjoyed the Fourth of July. I admit I don't understand the need for such patriotism, but then again, I don't understand Thanksgiving either. Or how embarrassing Americans are in general.

Though I will say if you're in need of a greasy breakfast for a hangover cure, the British do it right. I've been staring at that for ages and it makes me want to take a trip to Belfast even more. Not sure if they've got the ostrich eggs but an Ulster fry shining with grease ought to hit the spot.

Jun. 19th, 2017


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I feel as if I should post this for my sister's sake, but I assume many of you would be intrigued by such a stellar invention. Los Angeles isn't terribly far either. Thank fuck it doesn't taste like licorice - I was introduced to the wonders of horchata by my fiancee and I'm quite the believer now.

It was certainly a black ice cream kind of weekend, however. Got drunk, sunburned, and attacked by a kraken while out at sea - the first two are expected, but the latter was sort of an annoyance. I at least managed to steal some of its blood as a benefit from the ordeal. Still, the sailing adventure overall was jolly good fun and I'm reminded how much I truly love the majesty of my briny mistress.

Jun. 5th, 2017


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We really should tag these bloody network posts or something. Because I've got a feeling the question 'what the fuck should I do with an engagement ring that popped up in this universe?' has been asked before. It's rather nice, actually, but the ring I gave my fiancee here is much better. You'd also think it would be awkward getting a ring meant for someone else but it's not - I'm engaged to the right person now, she's married to the right person for her, and the only awkward thing about this anal thunder was that there was an actual musical number during our dream wedding.

I'm so bloody glad I didn't start singing with the rest of you lot, and I don't plan to sing on my actual wedding day either.

Anyway, hopefully my fiancee still wants to get us on the same health insurance on that magical day in September after all, because look what I've recently brought home:

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His name's Prince Charming and I feel good about my chances since I've caught Regina snuggling him too.

May. 22nd, 2017


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Why in the bloody hell do these dreams have to continue? Though I suppose the cliffhanger they ended at before was a bit awkward. And you know what else is awkward? Wanting to propose to your dream ladyfriend and getting a blessing from her father - only to realise that you were the one who murdered your would-be fiancee's grandfather. Neither she or her father know that, of course, because I seem intent on keeping it a secret. Since clearly a secret like that is a way to get someone to accept your proposal.

It was a robbery gone wrong, mind you. I just thought he was some twat whose carriage me and my crew looted, and then dumped the body on the side of the road. Sorry, Swan. I didn't kill anyone you're related to here, I assure you.

Well, anyway, all of this nonsense means a certain Savior has returned from the alternate universe she was sucked into. And we finally know who was clearly sent to kill her from yet another alternate universe. Do you have a headache yet? I certainly do.

Did receive a harpoon out of it though. It's enchanted, and why wouldn't it be? Perhaps this will come in handy next time I want to locate wayward souls, or potentially spear a squid for supper.

May. 16th, 2017


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So, we've had some employees at the ranch come and go - most notably, what I can think of now, is that we're definitely hiring for the accountant position. Other positions too, outdoor jobs and always volunteer work, but if you like numbers we sure could use your talents.

Good benefits and hours are flexible. Plus, you know. Dream crap - I completely get all that. Trust me.

And because I'm one of 'those' people...

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Raising a computer genius here, definitely.

May. 8th, 2017


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So you might think that pre-production comes first, before all that actual 'filming the movie' shit, but nah. First you gotta make sure you have enough money to actually make the movie, to pay the bills, and pull your ass out of what is lovingly called 'development hell.'

Well, I'm pretty familiar with hell. And ain't no movie of mine is gonna be sitting in it.

After many, many, many, many meetings - I'm pleased to announce that my new project's been given the green light. Now comes the task of finding a location, producing the shot list, script breakdowns, yada yada...

Oh, yeah, and casting. Can't talk too much about the roles specifically in public but any actors out there? I might be able to provide more info.

Best part about everything it's that while I usually work 18 hour days to avoid the dreams, I haven't had any more of those in awhile. Maybe they've stopped, and I really fucking hope so.

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Apr. 21st, 2017


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You'd think that knowing something was coming would in some way make you ready for it. I suppose it's true in some scenarios. Less so with dreams.

My first one since about late ways through my pregnancy, and even with the warning about what was going to happen, in a fashion, I still feel completely out of sorts from it all. I guess getting used to this is not on the cards.

Apr. 14th, 2017


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Sorry to those who do the sparkling latte whosits (I'm still not certain what that is, or even what a latte itself is - that's not quite how we drink our coffee in Northern Ireland) but it appears you're going to be up against some stiff competition soon here. I'll bet my next paycheque that my sister will want ten of these.

At any rate, managed to give away the Shears of Destiny - to its somewhat rightful owner, at least. Now I just need to hold a yard sale for all the other junk I've received. Like a heavy black cloak from my Dark One days or a sand dollar from Neverland - they can send or receive holographic messages, which seems quite advanced for a medieval era but magic is always ahead of its time, isn't it? Though it seems kind of moot here anyway, what with the invention of mobile phones now.

Mar. 27th, 2017


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I hate to bother those on this network for something that may seem trivial, but eventually I will run out of sick leave. And there is also that I dislike being away from my work laboratory when there is, well, plenty of work to actually be done.

But I have something of a problem. Magic is one specialization I am not well-versed in, but if there is a way to, say, hide appearances in the event that one has experienced a rather jarring 'dream bleedover'? I would be most appreciative of the help. And would find a way to provide compensation, of course.

At least being home has allowed me to read in excess. The world's largest dinosaur footprint was only recently just discovered in Australia! That is exciting, isn't it?

Mar. 10th, 2017


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Americans and their interpretation of St. Patrick's Day never ceases to amaze me. In Ireland it was once a subdued sort of thing, pubs even closed early, until the massive parade in Dublin began to emerge on a yearly basis and then later it turned into a festival.

But the shamrocks (by the way, the real national symbol of Ireland is the harp) and turning rivers green, that was all on you Yanks. It's a bit ridiculous but many things are these days. I, personally, will be at a bar distinctly not decked out in green for that night - but I can guarantee it'll be a spot with the best Irish whiskey.

Also someone tell me what the bloody hell I'm supposed to do with 'shears of destiny,' since like most everything else in Storybrooke they caused enough trouble. You can use them to sever the ties to your own destiny, but how are you supposed to even know what your destiny is? Isn't that dangerous? A question for the ages, perhaps.

Feb. 8th, 2017


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My dreams just keep getting better and better, especially now that I'm done with all the sad War of the Lance stuff and I'm back hanging out with Flint who had died in my other dreams but is still young and spry and doesn't complain about boats - not that he's been in a boat yet but he also hasn't been capsized by Caramon yet so he has nothing to complain about!!

Anyway, me and this sea elf princess named Selene went to rescue Flint and Tanis who got kidnapped by an evil mage who follows an evil god who's a coin! We saw them talking together - the mage and the coin god, not Flint and Tanis. We were mice! Because we took this potion which means I can turn into any animal that I want which is the BEST THING EVER REALLY. I was a mouse and a fly and a bird and a snake and a spaniel and a troll and a dog again and a crab and you should have seen Flint's face when I turned into a crab and then turned into myself it was hilarious and being a troll sure was fun because unlike here I was never tall in my dreams - not that I was really tall here but at least I used to be kind of normal sized and not just my size now so I had never been as tall as a troll in my dreams though I guess I also haven't been as tall as a troll in real life either.

I wonder if I can find a metamorphasis potion here! Does anyone make one? I would love to become all kinds of animals because there were SO MANY I didn't get to turn into in my dreams before the potion wore off!

Feb. 6th, 2017


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Just when I think I'm done seeing myself be the villain in these damn things, I'm not. Done, that is.

Quick recap: my love interest is killed in front of me, again, and since people were expressing their concern towards me reverting back to my 'vengeful ways' I used a serum that split myself into two. I thought I could literally kill the evil part of me (spare me the philosophical conversations, I'm aware that it was an awful idea, thank you), but it turns out I can't and she's run rampant all over Storybrooke in her big, gothic outfits wanting the same old thing. Snow White's heart.

What could go wrong, hm? Plenty.

What's worse is I get to see things from both perspectives. I'm sucking faces and more, ugh with the cursed imp, and have enlisted my deranged sister against my regular self. Zelena's unsurprisingly two-faced and I'm at least glad I was able to tell her how I felt. I don't know why we ever thought things would be okay between us and we'd be 'family.'

Some EQ intel involves: Gold wanting to use those golden shears to alter his and Belle's fate - and for the currently unborn baby too - and, surprisingly, the Queen doesn't actually kill Snow White, and instead puts a sleeping curse that makes no sense on two hearts.

There's no rhyme or reason in this anymore. Just the mighty need to imbibe, but then I remember I have an infant to take care for.

Jan. 2nd, 2017


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This year's Golden Globes - it's on. In only a few days, and nerves are flying high. Inferno's up for a few (okay, not to toot my own horn but we're gonna sweep) and I have the scoop about the happening after-parties, so if you want to celebrate with yours truly and his very pretty barracuda of a date? Hit me up.

You'll also be disappointed to know that peanut butter and jelly are not actually True Loves. I tested them on my newfound True Love scale, courtesy of the Underworld, and the results weren't pretty. I might try peanut butter and chocolate next, since peanut butter has more sophisticated tastes, I think.

Dec. 1st, 2016


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And I'm back to having two sets of dreams, one that I don't remember in the other. In one set we're in Camelot, but back in Storybrooke none of us remember what happened in Camelot. It's just like the year we lost in the Enchanted Forest, which we also couldn't remember once we were back in Storybrooke. I'm going to guess that this is once again some sort of magical amnesia.

My favorite part of these particular dreams was David teaching Regina how to dance for the ball that Arthur was throwing.

Nov. 22nd, 2016


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I just clipped my daughter's wee fingernails and of course it's bloody impossible to clip little tiny things that are the thickness of about three molecules, barely discernible even under a microscope, and the one drop of blood and her screaming and sniffling just about made me want to off myself for being an utterly terrible father. I finally got her settled after some time in the rocking chair and singing her favourite sea shanty.

This might be even worse than the first explosive shit that was the excremental equivalent of that Game of Thrones red wedding episode.

And naturally the sextant with the Pegasus insignia on it, given to me by my brother Liam in the dreams, suddenly made an appearance when I woke up today. It was used to guide us to Neverland and then later in conjunction with a star chart to get us off the godforsaken island. I'm concerned that if I touch it I'll somehow end up in Pan's hell again, but I suppose it is a convenient historical tool for teaching about the art of navigation.

Nov. 14th, 2016


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I haven't gotten anything from my dreams in a long time. Then today I stumbled across something. It's just a piece of tech, and without a lot of extra tech it's useless.

It's the strangest thing.

In other news raise your hand if you're spending Thanksgiving alone. Again.


Garrus

I think I found a piece of the Crucible. It's about the size of a 7-11 and if memory serves was part of the power relay system.

Nov. 4th, 2016


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Hard to believe our chunker is four months old today. His baby fuzz is starting to get lighter and lighter, so I bet my fiancee is pleased. He also keeps looking longingly at grown-up food so we've been giving him sauce tastes here and there. I fear the grocery bills soon, given our teenager's black hole of an appetite.

Oh man, I've become one of those people who just talk about their kids. But I really have nothing else to talk about. I guess being dead in the dreams has some perks.

Though we're also always looking for volunteers at the ranch, and there are job opportunities too. Figure it's my duty to mention.

Oct. 27th, 2016


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Woke up from what I guess is a coma and got home, and there was a car. Not just a car, but my red 1958 Chevrolet Bel Air Impala Sport Coupe - the one I drove in the Underworld, in dreamland. Sexy stuff, right?

Also an ambrosia tree now in the backyard. You know, food of the gods. Absorbs magic, you need to eat some of it to escape the Underworld, etc etc. I cut it down in dreamland but now it's back like that pesky neighbor always bringing by tuna casserole. Maybe I'll actually keep it around this time though - never know when you need a plant that soaks up magic like a sponge.

I guess the point of this is that don't fall into a coma if you can help it. Man, that sucked. At least it happened well before my movie premiere.

Oct. 7th, 2016


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Hard to believe that the last time I made a post on this network was in regards to Killian's ghost leaving boxers on my ceiling fan, right before we decided to voluntarily plunge ourselves to the Underworld and get him back. No one's dead this time around, and we've actually got some happy news to share.

Introducing little miss Meara Robin Jones, the new addition to our household.

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It's her 'I just woke up from a nap, what do you peasants want' face. We finalized her adoption the other day - it's not like I was cleverly hiding a pregnancy or anything. Things were kept under wraps in case it didn't go through, but here she is. Right now it's a bit of a full-house with Hans back in the area cooing over his new goddaughter, but if anyone wants to stop by and say hi (and hi to him, too), you're more than welcome.

Oct. 6th, 2016


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Okay, that was what? A two day break? One set of dreams ends, another begins. Not in the Underworld yet, but I just stabbed Kronos (hey dad - that'll probably cause issues later) with a crystal mega-weapon that looks like a dick. No, really, it does. The most phallic damn thing I've ever seen.

Anyway, point is - book your calendars for November 11th, because that's when my new flick, Inferno, appears in theaters. If I like you a lot, I'll even get you passes for the red carpet premiere which of course I'll be attending and looking very dapper at.

With a glamour on. Sigh.

Sep. 19th, 2016


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Can't believe my last year of college is about to start. After my summer internship I decided I want to go into party planning. Whoops? So not changing my major again though. So close to finishing I just want a degree.

Besides I'm basically a pro at party planning already anyway. So if anyone needs help planning or throwing a party let me know!

Sep. 16th, 2016


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I'm unfortunately going to be out of town for whatever day it is where you talk like a pirate, however, the Jolly Roger has got a nice space for a fire pit - or really, it's a metal box filled with sand meant for grilling or heating preserved food. Nothing fancy but I quite think it's about time I had people over to see my beautiful love for a get-together on deck and under the stars.

She's in private dock space in Newport Beach - how about next Saturday, I'll just invite the whole bloody network. No boiled and salted leather or turtle's blood, but there will be lots of fish and other delicious things. Perhaps rum as well.

Someone else is quite ready for it too, mind you.

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Red and black is my favourite piratical colour combination.

Sep. 6th, 2016


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Well, I see that Orange County is still as strange as when I left it. In a weird way, it's nice to know some things never change. I'm still pretty glad I just missed whatever that was. Last time I left, I was pretty sick, it'd be the worst to start the way I ended.

Aug. 9th, 2016


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Last "gift" my Dreams gave me was an ax. Which is pretty damn useful. This morning I woke up and found a couple of white candles sitting on my coffee table. What am I supposed to do with these?

Jul. 6th, 2016


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Damn, this place kind of makes for interesting stories to tell the kids later, doesn't it? Like how my girlfriend went into labor during Monster Madness, and my nearly-thirteen-year-old son proved he's a crack shot with a BB gun, when he took out flying monkeys on the way to the hospital.

But all's well that ended well. Emma gave birth to our second son, Nikolas Liam Nolan Cassidy, a patriotic nine pound baby, on the 4th of July. Every bit of his name has a story behind it, and hopefully he won't hate us later for giving him two middle names. He was a little past due so I guess he decided to make his entrance really memorable. Both are doing well though, up for visitors at the hospital, and Nikolas should be able to come home with us in a day or two.

Jul. 1st, 2016


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Demons get squished just as easily as stormtroopers under the Mako's tires. I've set up shop outside one of those portals. Nothing comes through that survives.

This is fun.

Jun. 22nd, 2016


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Filtered to Hades, Regina, and Killian
Does introducing everyone on here count as true introductions? We don't have to do awkward in person introductions where I awkwardly try to figure out what to say, do we?

Dad, meet Killian and Regina. Regina and Killian, meet my dad.

There! I introduced you? Regina's helping me with the magic or abilities. I don't know what to call them. Killian knows how to fight with swords and has a boat. Nothing weird is happening here

Umm...but yeah. I don't really know what else to say.

Jun. 5th, 2016


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Gods. As if the proverbial shipwreck couldn't get any worse - but actually, in my dreamspace, there was a shipwreck. It involved a very rare treasure called Eye of the Storm and the unfathomable things my own brother did to grant us passage on a Naval ship. I suppose he felt like he was responsible for giving us a better life, after our father literally sold us into slavery for a rowboat, so desperate people do desperate things. It was certainly a lot better, serving the King by joining the Royal Navy, than being a slave aboard Captain Silver's ship.

But regarding the Underworld nonsense, that's over. I hath risen from the dead there too. Apparently being in good with Zeus is beneficial in a few ways. I can only imagine what's in store for us next.

In other news, I'm rather giddy thanks to the recent appearance of two very important things - the rest of my beloved ship, the Jolly Roger, and the approval of the application for my PI licence. I'm currently studying to take the exam, with the lovely 14-pound study guide and 1,100 practise questions. At least we've come up with a name for our business - JR Investigations. Brilliant, no?

Am still taking applications for a pirate crew. My little sister automatically gets to be the Quartermaster.

May. 25th, 2016


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Alright, remind me not to scroll back to more than a few weeks here - you just get lost in a cesspool of who knows what. Only thing I've managed to take from it is that I'm a little concerned my teenage kids are also on this forum and reading about your issues, your dick jokes, and your internet hook-ups.

So what is it, really? What's the percentage? Like 40% dream talk, 40% Plenty of Fish, and 20% Craigslist?

Name's Hades. Was mostly working and making movies in Europe for the past few years, then moved Stateside to direct a gem called Inferno. We're about to go into post-production, so I'll just take two seconds to be useful and say, hey, putting out the call for post-production jobs and internships. Hit me up if you're interested.

May. 9th, 2016


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Alright then, I'm back from the dead and likely in need of extensive therapy. No, literally, I was dead for about a month and trapped in the Underworld - did you know it's essentially a more grotesque, red-tinged version of Orange County? Not certain why it was designed that way but in my dreamworld, Underbrooke was a dedication from Hades to his ladylove. That's sort of weirdly romantic, isn't it? Building purgatory with your lover in mind?

Anyway, my thanks to friends and family who were concerned about my whereabouts. I'm quite looking forward to catching up with those who actually missed me. And I know there are a lot of you who have got girlfriends and such but I'd like to inform you that I've got the prettiest.

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Perhaps I'm a bit biased but after being dead such a face was a sight for sore eyes.

You know what else was a sight for sore eyes? Part of my beautiful, beautiful ship. As a 'welcome back' gift, Orange County decided to present me with what looks like the bottom portion of the Jolly Roger. It is my most fervent hope that this place stops yanking my chain in a not fun way and just lets me have my first love so I can assemble a crew and sail off.

That being said, am taking applications for a crew now anyway.

May. 4th, 2016


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I just got shot at by some Stormtroopers as I was leaving the Register! I ducked behind a dumpster and they passed me, but uh... please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this.

Apr. 19th, 2016


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Boxers on my ceiling fan. Really? and my damn bras are--

Waking up to that pleasantness cancels out the unpleasantness I had the fortune of dreaming, which is discovering that the Underworld is - and wait for it - a carbon copy of Storybrooke tinted blood-orange (you'd think Hades would be a little more creative on how to structure his own realm), and it looks and smells like it was ravaged by those same thugs that desecrated Orange County some time ago. It's an awkward moment when you walk down the streets and realize you're responsible for a good chunk of the souls trapped there, and I also don't recommend its location for an impromptu family reunion.

With that said, I'll be headed out for a trip in the very near future. For those who've yet to come pay a visit to Killian, you can come over any time. Hopefully it won't be long after this, either

Mar. 14th, 2016


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Ugh, finals week. I really need to spend more time studying.

On the bright side once it's over I'm on spring break! But no road trip like I originally planned instead I'll be spending the week packing my things... I have too much crap.

Soooo if anyone wants to hang out these next two weeks you'll have to either help me study or pack. (Please help with both :D) Thanks!

Mar. 9th, 2016


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Well, it's official. I must be right around the corner from old age - I'm going to be a godfather and am knitting a baby blanket. What's the next step, I wonder? Creamed corn? Wearing my trousers up to my chin?

At any rate, dreams continue to be absolutely mad and possess absolutely no sense. We're in Camelot, yes, bloody Camelot with all the Arthurian legends - only Arthur is some crazed lunatic and Merlin is a rather attractive wizard, my god, if I wasn't so besotted with a certain blonde Savior I'd probably want to disappear and make some magic for awhile.

Anyway, our Scooby Doo gang is off to retrieve a broken piece of Excalibur (with Zelena in tow, honestly, if she wasn't baking a bun in the oven I'd be all for dropping her off a cliff) and my lady left with Merlin to retrieve something called the Flame of Prometheus. I hope they're not up to anything naughty because I'd be quite sad I didn't get to join in.

I'll be looking forward to the break from this horseshit during my upcoming UK/Ireland holiday (requests for souvenirs accepted, I suppose). Someone please try to talk my sister out of green beer - the poor lass thinks that's actually a thing for St. Patrick's Day.

Mar. 3rd, 2016


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Oh hey, Valarnet, what's going on? The world hasn't ended today, can I get a 'hell yeah'?

Kind of funny that we base our days on that, but what can you do.

I don't have much else to share besides IT'S A BOY!!!11! which we found out a little after Valentine's Day, and we're currently doing up the nursery (safari theme, very not cheesy or related to Neverland or fairy tales, thank fuck). Which brings me to my question: Anyone out there make furniture, or know someone who does? Em and I were interested in getting a rocking chair for the nursery, and I thought something hand-crafted would be nice. There are still a few months 'til we'd need it, so hopefully that's enough notice.

Feb. 26th, 2016


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Good discovery: blood does not stain slate to the point of not washing off.

Bad discovery: the same cannot be said for wood decking, plants cannot live in blood puddles and this place is utter nonsense.

Feb. 11th, 2016


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Since my inquiry for baked goods was well answered the last time, I thought I'd try again. I need something sparkly for my Valentine, where does one get...baked goods that are glittery? I assume there is such a thing, yes?

On the dream front, it's been a whole metric tonne of things. Snow queens and spells where we all hated each other and the newly-formed Triumvirate of Evil (that didn't stay a threesome for very long, mind you), and dragons and alternate lives - good god. But in terms of 'gifts,' I also hope someone on this network is a botanist of some kind. I've a sort of strange plant that should be studied and contained it killed my brother, since it can be dangerous - well, the thorns are, I should say. Then again, no one should be getting themselves scratched with poisonous thorns unless you're Charming and stupidly manage it somehow.

Jan. 29th, 2016


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I take it back about unpacking being a chore. Painting is worse. Way worse.

This is why I should've just rented an apartment.

Okay, a new co-worker told me about this place, so maybe one of you lot can help: what the hell is the difference between Marine Splash and Crystal Surprise, and who the hell names these paints?

Jan. 28th, 2016


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Well, 'slaying a basilisk' is not how I'd picture spending my time but there you have it. Though granted, I didn't do it on my own. We do make quite the aquatic creature-hunting team, Miss Bo (is it still a team with only two people? Alas).

Point is, there's a dead basilisk on my porch. It's wrapped in a tarp and I need some of the skin but otherwise, it's free to be donated to anyone who wants to study...a mythological sea snake.

Figured I'd try this network first, because you lot are strange and there might be someone who's interested.

Jan. 6th, 2016


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Well apparently I'm engaged in the dreams... in the future. Or maybe it's the present? I'm not sure. Has anyone else dreamed two different time lines at once?

Jan. 4th, 2016


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The one night I sleep soundly, I feel like I've had my skull unscrewed and a metric tonne of rubbish has been dumped in. We escaped Neverland (awful place, let's hope I never set foot on that island again), Pan met his demise, Crocodile slayed and Crocodile returned, now we're back in Storybrooke after time traveling, crashing a ball, and the last thing I saw before waking up was Swan trying to shoot a giant snow creature. With a gun.

It didn't go well. The thing sprouted spikes. Then of course after all of that migraine-inducing nonsense we went to go watch Netflix, which makes perfect sense.

How the hell could no one leave that cesspool of a town and yet Netflix is streamed in?

At any rate, it's early but I've got an interview for a job down at the docks that is actually legal, I'm setting a good example. A perfect combination of heavy work and customer service. Perfect amount of exhaust fumes and paper dust breathed in. I'm quite looking forward to it.

Jan. 3rd, 2016


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Disclaimer: I've been given permission to post this, so, no ass-kicking should be in store for me.

It might be old news by now, or boring news because it's not as exciting as dream talk, but this is pretty much a GPOY when Emma told me we were adding to our already somewhat dysfunctional and loving family:

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Early July will be upon us soon, and I've been reading a lot of Buzzfeed parenting lols to prepare myself.

Anyway, I guess I could talk about 'the dreams' but no one wants to hear about Lumière the actual talking candle.

Dec. 30th, 2015


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The good news is that our apartment is back to normal. The bad news: there are gremlins in it.

Gremlins.

If it's not one thing, its another with this place.