#captain talks

[the-eyeless-watcher]

THINKING ABOUT BITB THINKING ABOUT BITB THINKING ABOUT BITB THINKING ABOUT BITB THINKING ABOUT BITB

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[captain-watercress]

i think it’s cool to be transgender. sexy even

[captain-arsonist]

finally did tighnari’s quest and i genuinely nearly fully cried over the fucking mechanical crab.

one day i’ll have to rank the character quests on how much emotion they made me feel

[hikarry]

For the ones asking, yes, this is my new account. My old account had the same name but I had to let it go due to...well, traumatic ventures.

I'm still trying to find all my mutuals! If you recognize my name (Hikarry/Captain Noir) and we used to be mutuals, tell me so by DM or something so I can find you again!

[dark-elf-writes]

God but the final breach of decorum right before everything goes to hell.

He’s Ody. Not Captain. Not the king. His is a friend and brother. Even after betrayal after betrayal on both sides. Even with the blood of hundreds on both of their hands. Both of them are pleading for the other to understand.

And in the end it doesn’t matter.

[fluffyartbl0g]

Yea I was having terminal sanuso brainrot so I had to do something about it (completely separate matter from stardew sanuso). They're watching the ship together while everyone else is off adventuring <3

[forecast0ctopus]

these guys am i right

[nenayaquisieras]

my brain is saying 141 with a reader that sees dead people. like they notice how respectful she is to the dead. when she kills she moves the bodies, sometimes says a small prayer to herself. they see her looking at things that aren’t there. “Did you see that? Never mind.” or she mentions she feels something weird in the air, or something wrong. talks to the team about the sleep paralysis she gets, always leaving out the grayish dark figure that accompanies her on those nights.

She’s never told anyone until she got drunk enough to were she’s literally laughing saying

“oh yea i see dead people.” And the guys obv think she’s joking and egg her on about said dead people she sees. but then she tells them about the entities that follow them, the people they’ve killed, always following them around. some are very angry, she feels their malicious intentions. ends up describing them in grave detail, they way they looked, what they wore, the last words they spoke before her teammates pulled the trigger. Something that only THEY would know.

“oh man, let me tell you about Gilbert my sleep paralysis demon. I swear he’s been visiting me more and more recently.”

[ferindencadash]

This has probably been done, but I couldn't resist.

[the-eyeless-watcher]

REMEMBER THAT BABY AT THE BEGINNING OF MALEVOLENT THE OLD LADY WAS HOLDING

what if her mom had died and wasn't in the town

WHAT IF ARTHUR AND JOHN ADOPTED HER

i have no idea how she survived the Kellin incident, but she did

she is brought into the hospital with Arthur and it is assumed that he is her father. shes kept there wherever they keep infants, and as a part of Lucy's job,she would bring the baby in there sometimes, or talk about how the baby was.

john is now slowly attaching himself to this baby, she and Lucy helped him gain humanity while stuck for a month while Arthur is in a coma

before escaping the hospital John makes Arthur grab the baby

and they skedaddle out of that joint.

they name her Lucy after the nurse.

arthur thinks the hyphen in the last name is gaudy, but if john likes it then he will settle for it. he does giver her the middle name Bell though Lucy Bell Lester-Doe

and thus the "Lucy Au" is born

[captain-watercress]

honestly watching the Barbie movie made me feel profoundly understood in ways I didn’t have the words for. yes. you can just be yourself. you don’t have to be anything for anyone else. you can cry and be angry and you can be happy and you can be loving and you can be crazy and it’s all fine because you are not for anyone but yourself

[yelenabemylova]

when a film has more cats than white men, you know it's a good one

[ghostlywhiskey]

price who proposes to you in private. there is no camera waiting to capture the moment. there is no stress or planning ahead to try and get you ready and in a specific area without raising suspicion. it’s just the two of you.

it’s when you don’t expect. it’s a few days after he’s home from deployment and you’re spending the weekend at his house. your body snug on top of his as your lips place soft kisses on his chest, the blanket draped over the two of you to shield half naked bodies; your body covered in his t-shirt while he wears boxers.

fingers lazily scratch up and down your back, causing you to hum to show your content. your kisses on his chest coming to a stop as you rest your cheek on his chest. the only movement your body makes is the result of his steadied breaths.

“we should probably shower,” the suggestion is one that will most likely be ignored, neither of you will make the effort to move from the current position. you’re not even sure why you suggested it in the first place.

the lack of response from him makes you think he’s fallen asleep already, so you move your head to catch a glimpse of him. except eyes are focused on you while fingers continue to scratch your back, but his hand moving behind your neck to keep you focused on him.

“are you—”

“marry me.”

the words run through your brain as you process them. lips part as if you are about to say something, but quickly close as you take another moment.

“i’m marryin’ you one day.”

“yeah, when we’re married.”

“you're the one, y'know that right?”

it was never just ‘marry me’ and you’re not sure how long you stayed quiet, but long enough that his hand slips away from your neck. gently, he urges you to move up his body so you’re now face to face with him.

“going deaf on me r’you?” his chuckle deeper than normal, and you watch as his arm reaches over to the nightstand. sitting up straight on his lap, you feel your breath catch in your throat again.

this was different than every other time he alluded to marriage. this time there was a ring to accompany the words that suggested it.

“john—” and as you speak, he sits up and moves one arm around your waist. his other hand using his thumb to flip open the box with the ring inside it.

“marry me,” it sounds like he’s telling you; it isn’t a question he wants a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to. “and i know you can hear me.”

does your mouth always feel this dry? is it always this hard to try and speak? your lips parting again as words try to come out, but silence hangs heavy in the room. eyes don’t even glance at the ring before your hands grab his face. the facial hair you once called scratchy and ticklish when you first met him pressed against your palms.

tugging his face close to yours, you give him a small nod. lips graze against his briefly before you press them against his and he’s kissing you back. it tastes salty and wet, despite the feeling of your mouth feeling dry. but, the realization that tears have started to spill down your cheeks hits you.

“okay,” the word barely audible against his lips, but his arm around your waist tightens and pulls you closer when you say it; hand grabbing at your waist to keep you on his lap as if you’re trying to move away, but you aren’t.

when the kiss breaks, his arm slips away to remove the ring from the box. the box quickly discarded onto the bed as he gently takes your hand, you’d think he was holding glass with how delicate he treated it.

the ring slowly slides onto your finger, his own fingertips making your skin feel hot at the touch. once its on, price is guiding your hand to his lips; your ring finger the target for his kiss.

[spocksgotemotions]

Look I just think that if you’ve ever loved Star Trek, Like really loved it (not just had a passing interest or casually consumed it) then it’s gonna be a part of you forever. It injects a little whimsy in you. A little thoughtfulness and curiosity and wonder. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I do I feel like a little kid staring up at the stars holding onto the grass. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I’m sitting out sharing a sweater with my friend as we talk about Spock and the sun starts to set. I’ll watch Star Trek and it’s the same feeling of calm awe that I get when I sit in the aquarium.

Aliens aside it’s about humanity. It’s always about humanity and trying to understand despite it all (which I think is a core tenet of humanity). And if that compels you then it’s going to stay with you. No matter if the packaging is a bit silly. Maybe even because the packaging is silly.

Also once you love Spock I don’t think you can stop

[nortism]

i’ll be honest, i’m not 100% sure stede has canonically said ‘jolly good’ but he has the right energy

[wild0moon]

i bring you: my casual clothes tankman design (and steve too) i am so normal about found family tankdad

happy pride month lol