It just hit me that the Once Upon a Time Finale is going to air on Mother’s Day.
IF EMMA DOESN’T CALL SNOW “MOM” FOR THE FIRST TIME TONIGHT I’M GONNA CUT A BITCH.
I NEED IT.
It’s something I’ve held onto my whole life. It’s the only thing that I have… from my parents.
I literally reblog this every time it comes up
Me too. This is honestly the best gifset ever created for this show.
Thank you! I seriously can’t believe this is still going strong, lol.
“I’m so sorry, Emma.” The words hardly registered. David had said them once already, and while they had reminded her, briefly, that she was loved, even if she felt lost, they second time around, they had even less impact. There was too much pain, too…
Okay, so after last night’s episode, I’ve been noticing that some people have been criticizing Snow for tending to Regina instead of comforting her daughter.
I don’t think Snow is trying to ignore Emma, or putting Regina above her. I honestly think Snow is punishing herself…
Let me show you which she can choose from class.
- Her mother’s death
- Her father’s death
- Turning off everything and forgetting about Charming
- Charming’s mother’s death
- Making the choice to GIVE UP her daughter
- Killing Cora
Now, class let’s think about which would make her cry the easiest. (I’ll give you a hint, it’s bolded.)
Let’s have some imagery if the class still isn’t sure…
And there she is. There’s the scared woman-child who only wants to love and be loved that Emma hides from everybody, including herself. After everything she’s gone through, losing Neal was the final straw. There’s no more hiding, no more walls. Not even her parents know how to react to this Emma in front of them, she’s that shattered.
Emma freezes, juice halfway to her mouth. “What do you mean?”
A knowing smile graces Snow’s face and she takes a sip of her coffee, repeating, “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t - I…” The stuttering is not helping her case, Emma knows this. She’s fine. Really, she is. And yet her mother is looking at her in the way mothers do when they see beyond the act. Beyond the facade.
“I’m fine,” she says and she really wishes her voice hadn’t cracked on the second word.
“Emma, honey - ” Snow starts, and that’s it. That’s all it takes for the dam to crack.
First it’s one tear, then two. They fall from her eyelashes, grazing her cheek, before splashing down into the bowl of cereal in front of her. Snow reaches across the table and does what most mother’s are hardwired to do: takes her hand and waits for her daughter to speak.
“What?” Emma wipes a hand across her cheek and stares at her mother’s sad smile. “How do you know? I barely even know!”
“You’re not wearing the necklace.”
She’s been stunned into silence for a moment, shocked that her mother has been that observant. Or that she’s been that transparent. Either way, it’s not good, and Snow must mistake her lack of reply for confusion.
“The Swan charm? I noticed it was missing when you came back from New York.”
Emma’s hand unconsciously goes to reach for it, and sure enough, she’s still surprised to find it not warm against her skin.
“I don’t know what to do,” she finally - terrifyingly - admits, palm pressed to her chest, where the piece of silver should be.
She expects her mother to say, “Tell him” or something to that effect, but she does something altogether different.
“When I first met your father, I put on his mother’s ring that he intended to give to someone else.”
“Abigail,” Emma murmurs, because at least she read that part of the book.
“Right. I gave it back. Obviously. Told him it wasn’t my taste at all.” There’s something wistful on Snow’s face and Emma’s mesmerized by the look of pure love there. “But the truth of the matter, is that I didn’t know I wasn’t whole until that ring was on my finger. And when I took it off, I was incomplete until your father placed it back on with promise.”
Emma’s not much for sappiness, but she could listen to that story until her mother went hoarse. “So… are you telling me to propose to Neal?”
Snow levels her with a look and Emma can’t help but chuckle.
“You’re incomplete,” she responds, effectively wiping the smile off Emma’s face. “Despite the past, he’s a part of you. And you’re a part of him. You love him.”
It’s just a simple declaration; such a easy observation, and yet Emma can barely breathe as if she’s just now realizing it for herself.
She loves him. Goddammit, she thinks she actually loves him.
“But I - “
“Get the charm back,” Snow simply says, effectively cutting off all argument.
“He put me in jail!” Emma argues, petulance on full display.
“And he’s feeling very sorry about that!” Snow responds.
“What? How do you know?”
Her mother takes a long sip of coffee and turns her attention to the paper.
“Your father might have had a little talk with him.”
Emma drops her head into her hands, but at least the tears have stopped.
Funny, how mothers can do that.
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Mama bear Snow
What I love is how comfortable Emma is with those touches. They don’t even register with her anymore as a personal space issue. She just accepts it, like it’s no big deal. Except it’s a huge deal.