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sarah&jareth • requiem for blue jeans

#sareth #amv #fanart #labyrinth film #AHHHHHHHHH GOD I NEED A SARAH SO BAD

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visually stunning movies → hellboy II: the golden army

#the labyrinth #guillermo del toro

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Whereabouts?

I'm at the White Rabbit, myself. Catch me sometime.

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A few times. What about you?

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Oh, splendid! Ever perform? Would love to see something different in this place.

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I am amusing. I bring the noise and the funk to this town.

I can play the guitar and the ukulele. A little bit of trumpet too.

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*chuckles* We'll see. You might be amusing after all.

Play any instruments, 'froggie printo'?

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Hey, I’m beautiful and entertaining. Ladies love me. Don’t put me in that same group.

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I know. Yet with beauty comes boredom. Half of the people here happen to be attractive morons - a deceitful combination.

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I was curse. It wasn’t part of my genetics.

You are of the handsome variety and so not like I have heard goblins are. I have seem many good looking people in this town.

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*laughs* Some are. Most are. But older goblins like myself tend to be of the handsome variety.

What about yourself? Aren't frogs meant to be of the smaller, hopping variety?

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Aren’t goblins suppose to be small, like half of my weight? You do have amazing genetics apparently.

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Oh, if only…! No, no, I'm a goblin. We age differently to you humans. Especially those with fae blood and amazing genetics.

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Mortals? What’re you then? A god?

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From afar, really. Mortals are fun to watch sometimes. It's like daytime telly but with a more Game of Thrones-styled string of betrayals.

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You know about me? [Smiles because he likes to be popular] I don’t quite remember you, but pleasure to meet you Jareth.

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Naveen? Huh. Pleased to meet you, Frog Prince! Never thought we'd end up crossing paths.

King Jareth of the Goblin Kingdom. But I'm quite the mouthful. Jareth will suffice.

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28? That’s just 3 years more than me. You sound like you need some fun. Who are you anyway? I’m Naveen, though Ty was my curse name? Is that what we call it? Curse names?

#'quite the mouthful' JARETH NO #FLIRT WITH EVERYONE UNTIL SARAH GETS HERE

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*sighs* Being trapped in a small town for 28 years though? Not exactly a delight.

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It is a small town. You have to enjoy what you have.

#Fastest way to make Jareth roll his eyes is make ball jokes #but yes you have every right to laugh at Jareth #and his balls #his magic balls #that he fondles with delight #BALL FONDLER

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I'm getting tired of the usual scene.

#open convo #JUMP ON IN #GET READY FOR SOME SASS WITH SOME NEW HIDDLES FOOTAGE AND SB FACECLAIM

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#storybrooke!Jareth #gifs #faceclaim #CHEST CLAIM~

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The shine on the crystal's edges sparkled in Jareth's eyes. He hadn't seen a diamond in years. Not one of that size and of magical quality. Gods, his pupils practically dilated. Was he that desperate now? Jareth swallowed and lifted his head, refusing to let his mind linger on the magic in the old man's hand. "Fairies and goblins are still… less than friends. I'll council Blue as a last resort… Assuming that whatever price you're going to demand isn't completely insane, anyway."

Forgetting Her// The Dark One & Jareth, The Goblin King

Gold watched the fae out of the corner of his eye smirking at the man before him. Oh Jareth you have fallen so far. Gold leaned back watching Jareth writhe before him. At the mention of Jareth’s objects Rumple laughed. “I could have ended this curse myself with half of the objects that your vaults held.” He turned away for a moment heading for the back. He returned with a small diamond from the mines. 

It glowed softly and Rum palmed it hiding it from Jareth. He would bargain for it first. Jareth may have fallen far from his once self but he still had connections, even if he would have to wait. “Oh Dearie I’d never subject you to that…but there is something you will have to do for me. Everything has it’s price Jareth.” He smiled wickedly at Jareth, then showed him the diamond. “I do have more of these…if you wish.”  "Or….you could pay off a dwarf or two…" He smirked knowing that the dwarves were more likely to shove a picaxe in the Fae’s head. "Or your dear….sister fae…the nuns." Rumple growled at the thought of Rum Gorm.

#forgetting her #WOW OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS THREAD AND THIS REPLY I AM SO SO SORRY

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Jareth winced and recoiled his hand as if he had been burnt. He pouted with mock hurt, stepping back each time in surprise as Rumple lashed out. Certainly became cutthroat during the curse, didn't he? "Good thing you don't," he replied. "Can't imagine the things you would do with my dirty laundry…"

He paced a circle around the room, looking at the trinkets that others had left behind. He saw his image reflected in several of them - a man, nothing more, with hair that was just dead black. Not shining and dark like raven feathers around a frame of eerily pale skin and discoloured eyes. It was dull.

"There's rumour of fairy dust being inside those old mines," Jareth finally said. "I'm tempted to join the dwarves and mine out some of my own magic again…" He stuck out his tongue in vile distaste. "Oh, Gods, I never thought I'd have to say that." Dwarves? Physical labour? Bowie on a bicycle, this was fucking disgraceful.

Forgetting Her// The Dark One & Jareth, The Goblin King

Rumple glared as Jareth’s hands shook the glass. He flicked his wrist and pushed the man’s hands off the glass with his power. “You overstep your bounds Jareth. This is my shop. DO NOT TEST ME. You are no King here.” His eyes were dark coals magic dancing with flecks of fiery gold. Moving around the glass case again, Gold used his cane to push Jareth. 

"You are not ill equipt Jareth. Nor a fool. Do not expect me to fix this problem alone." Gold moved his cane away and then snarled at him. "You want a cure for this memory problem as do I. There are a few things that I have thought about. I plan to link memories with objects from our past. I have nothing of yours though…sadly." He smirked at that. 

#bowie on a bicycle #Jareth I fucking can't deal with your sassy mouth tonight #forgetting her

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Jareth rolled his eyes and tried to avoid kicking Rumple in the knee and give him a real reason for that cane. "Yes," he said through his teeth. There was no point trying to fool a seer. Especially when he had introduced Jareth to this wretched path in the first place. Thanks for that. "I'm sure you're terribly pleased at this ironic turn of events…"

He shook his head, amused faintly at such a stupid idea. "And lose all memory of having my own empire? No thank you," he scoffed. He crossed the room to press his hands on the edge of the counter, leaning against it with a distinct boyish air. "Any way you can work on it any faster?"

Forgetting Her// The Dark One & Jareth, The Goblin King

Mr. Gold’s eyes widened at that. Of all the things that he had expected that was the last thing on his mind. He Looked at the broken man before him and laughed. He held tightly to the cane and tried to stand up straight. Giggling softly tried to stop. “And you came to me Dearie?” 

Looking back up at Jareth he shook his head. “YOU want to cross the town line? Why Jareth? What could the Goblin King want this word?” Gold watched the man for a moment, then laughed again. “The pretty little girl has sunk her hooks into you hasn’t she? Little Sarah. I told you.”  Gold shook his head and moved behind the counter. “There is no way to leave the town…well nothing I have found yet. I am working on it.” He looked to his bag of potions, and postulated on how he would get to Bae. 

He looked at Jareth. “You could always just cross the line and go back to the way you were. Forget….leave it all behind.” 

#Forgetting Her

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This meeting was like the face-to-face equivalent of a hangover. Jareth turned, scowling over his shoulder to face the imp and his condescending tone. They had encountered each other time and time during the curse itself, but it was still strange to see him without the scales and greasy curls. Human and aged.

That made it only a little easier to speak. "Crossing the town line. How do you do it?"

Forgetting Her// The Dark One & Jareth, The Goblin King

So time had turned, the curse, life and death moving around them. Rumple had dealt as best he could, being angry and wicked to the others in the town helped a great deal. Then the curse was gone and the magic brought to this realm…though it trapped them in this god forsaken town. Still…the knowledge of Belle alive, whole, and in his arms once again, comforted the old imp more than anything. The crystal that had once held images of the woman, now sat dusty in a drawer, the real thing much better. 

Mr. Gold was polishing a gift for said woman when he heard the door jingle, and resisted the urge to shout out that they were closed. There was a tingle of magic that entered the shop and made him rise slowly. He pulled on his magical defenses before leaning against his cane and limping in. The imp stopped at the sight of Jareth and snickered. “Oh Dearie, dearie, dear, Iook how far you have fallen. It’s good to see you Jareth.”  Placing his hands over the handle of his cane and glared at the Goblin King. “What brings you here Jareth?” He cocked his head watching the man before him. 

#Forgetting Her #Jareth is a man who knows what he wants #and what he wants is to find Sarah and curl up on her doorstep with confused feeligns and icecream and wet hair