#cannot be undone

We were soul deep in love our souls loved one another long before we ever knew this was a once in a lifetime love. One we cannot undo.

one time he yells ‘hey, do you like Faith No More?’

me - ‘Yeah of course, why?’

Him - *lifts book* ‘SHE’S SARA LOTZ! *immitates slapbass*’

My favourite moment was when Demi’s book came out. I had never heard of her before, until my colleague shoves the book infront of me and goes

‘DOMO ARIGATO, DEMI LOVATO’

He had never imagined that such a possible solution existed until he stumbled on that strange tome. Unlike most of the things Rumplestiltskin acquired as the Dark One, this had come to him by chance. He'd been ready to lay out everything--Regina, the curse, the Savior. Every piece he would need to set down like a stepping stone to get to Bae. He'd been so focused on the future that he had never considered the alternative.

It was a complicated, dangerous potion, though. Almost impossible to make. It was one thing to turn the clock on a person and make them young or old. Actually moving through time was a different feat. But if it meant not only amending for his mistake, but erasing all the pain both he and Baelfire had gone through due to their separation, it had to be worth it.

At last it seemed to be ready. He had the potion to take him back in time and the potion to bring him back to the present--although that part was not the most critical issue, given his immortality. But hadn't he wasted enough years? With the second potion safely tucked away on his person, the Dark One poured the first at his feet. Very quickly the liquid started to swirl. A vortex yawned open and swallowed him up. Rumple's heart pounded in his ears. It was more intense than his first time transporting with magic. He felt himself being stretched out into almost nothing, then suddenly compressed together like a slug being stepped on.

There was no sense of time; it felt like eternity trapped in a single moment. Then suddenly he was in a forest. No castle. No spinning wheel. Just as he'd expected. The castle was not yet built, or rather conceived by the imp's magic. Satisfied, Rumple set off to his native village, only a day's journey from the nonexistent castle.

What he found screwed up his insides tight. The village and its people were younger. Too young. Oh gods. Had he overshot it? Tempted as he was, he did not approach anyone for clarification. He kept his head down and covered by the beggar's cloak, and he searched for any sign that he was just misremembering the village.