#jim's blanket

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

[dustykneed]

they're distracting the klingons, right? ... right?

silly/sweet/touchy feely mckirk on the bridge for @hopefulcanary 💛🩵

is it alien spores? tactical pda? a ploy to make spock jealous? who knows? you tell me xDD

[xserpx]

"You've gotta let it go. For everybody's sake."

ENDEAVOUR 9.3 Exeunt

[morganbritton132]

The Robins treating Commissioner Gordon like any other adult in their lives while he’s trying to keep a professional distance because (1) child and (2) vigilante.

Jim knows that there is a necessity for Batman in Gotham and he’s not happy about it, but he accepts it. He cannot accept that there is a child out there fighting crime so he would love to not interact with it.

It’s very hard to do that when Robin shows up in his office like, “I’m tired. Can I take a nap here?”

Jim says no and points out that he can’t be there. Robin just gives him a blank look (or Jim thinks it’s blank) and he says slowly, “because you’re a vigilante and that is a crime.”

“Oh,” says Robin. “I can sleep in the holding cell then?”

[flowercrowngods]

He’s not entirely sure what wakes him, something between instinct, experience, and the dreadful gut-feeling that something is very, very wrong. A voice in the back of his head calls it the telltale sound of nightmare, of fear, of a child that seeks protection. That same voice wants to call it the sound of fatherhood, but it’s shut away before it becomes too loud every time.

Either way, they wake him. The groaning of the bed springs, the creaking of the floor board just behind the door before it opens with a squeak. And then the sound, barely there, of slow steps, old wool scraping over polished wood and worn carpet.

They come to a stop six paces before the couch.

Hopper counts to five before he turns to look which one of the kids it is.

Steve. Of course. El doesn’t come to him, not really. She goes to Steve if she can’t sleep, knowing he’ll be awake. The kid is always awake — and Hopper is almost glad for it, having heard his nightmares. For how quiet he is throughout the day, he sure doesn’t hold back at night.

El mentioned something a few days ago about visiting him in there to make it quiet, but they haven’t figured out how to do that yet. Steve mentioned something about sensory deprivation, but Hopper hasn’t gotten around to finding out more without being suspicious.

Really, the silence of the night should have been a dead giveaway that Steve wasn’t sleeping. It’s the third night, as far as Hopper knows. Three nights without sleep is grounds to worry, sure; but then the things he worries about are countless, so really it’s just one thing among many.

Steve rarely comes to see him, though. It must be really bad then. They made a deal after Christmas.

You come to me. Next time you wanna run, you come to me, understand that? I won’t pick you off the floor half frozen to death again next time, kid, so you got a problem, you come to me, alright?

Steve had only shrugged, and Hopper had wanted to punch him, to pull him in and hold him for a while and then shake him and command him to just fucking talk. He had pulled him in, clapped his shoulder and ruffled his hair before sending him to go eat his dinner.

And now there he is, standing in the middle of the cabin that seems to get tinier by the day, wringing his hands in the dark.

“What is it?” Hopper grunts as he sits up, wincing at how rough his voice sounds. Way to go getting him to talk, idiot.

“Uh…”

Hopper waits, but Steve doesn’t say anything more than that, and understanding dawns. The pit of dread grows, and Hopper sighs, leaning his head against the backrest of the couch.

“It’s Wednesday.”

Steve stares.

“Wednesday, February twenty-second.”

Steve stares, and Hopper hates this.

“It’s Wednesday, February twenty-second, 1984.”

Steve stares, but he inhales now. He breathes. He’s alive. Hopper wonders if he needs a reminder of that, too.

But then he nods, slowly, a little too long. Hopper doesn’t know what to do. He hates this, he hates this, he hates this. The urge to punch something is strong; but at least this time he doesn’t wanna punch the kid. He never actually wants to punch the kid.

“I don’t know what to do,” Steve says then, and it’s a whisper into the cold night that damn near breaks Hopper’s cold, tiny heart in two.

He’s struck by deja-vu. His daughter standing by his bed at night, her bunny clutched tightly to her chest, a sniffle interrupting the silence and waking him up. A nightmare woke her up, and the rain sounded scary, and she wanted to go back to sleep but she didn’t know how.

“I don’t know what to do, daddy.”

“Come here, that’s what you do.”

“Come here,” Hopper says, lifting his blanket in an invitation, and he wonders if Steve even sees it in the darkness. If he even has his eyes open. If his vision isn’t blurred with those silent tears he’s so good at hiding.

After a moment, silent steps approach him, and Hopper is surprised that he listened. The kid must really be tired, then. And scared. Shitless, probably.

But he comes. And he didn’t run. And he’s not freezing to death outside in his pyjamas.

It feels like a win. A heartbreaking, angry little win that leaves Hopper with the urge to burn this whole world to the ground and rip reality to shreds. But still, somehow, a win.

[sophbun]

wonder what hes dreamin about

[goayda]

Warning: it gets very sad before it gets better (main character death, but not Stede or Izzy).

So what if… early AU in season 1 where there is no duel (yet) because Izzy is gritting his teeth and waiting for Ed to get bored, but the man is having a great time teaching Stede and the crew how to be pirates.

And everything is fun and exciting until one awful day Edward gets killed in a raid. It’s nobody’s fault, really, just bad luck. Ed’s knee gives out at the wrong moment and a lucky sailor runs a sword through his heart and there is no time for last words or goodbyes because the great Blackbeard is dead before he hits the deck.

And Stede and the crew are devastated, yes, but Izzy Hands? The moment they bury Ed at sea the man crumbles. He simply stops functioning and the others have to take care of him or it looks like the man will simply follow his captain. They all help a bit, but Stede particularly because he is feeling heartbroken, even though he doesn’t know why, but taking care of the broken man soothes something inside of him.

So while Ivan and Fang help the crew to keep the ship afloat and safe, Stede makes sure Izzy eats something and reads to him and keeps him company and he hugs him eventually and they cry together, but he has to swear not to tell anybody or he would get stabbed.

It takes a long time, but when Izzy finally resurfaces from the worst of his grieving, he simply can’t leave. He has got used to Stede’s kind touch, to the company of that crazy crew and decides to stay in the Revenge.

And Stede’s heart soars when he hears Izzy ask to join his crew and he hugs his new first mate right there in front of the crew and he doesn’t even get stabbed for it.

[georgekirrin]

Day four of @garlicsoupweek - there's only one bed

Of course these dummies try to fit all four of them on a little ship's bunk

[talos-stims]

halfway to a threeway [jim o' rourke] stimboard for @xerrox-slug!

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[carpe-mamilia]

Actor and writer Jim Howick (Ghosts, Horrible Histories) talks about his love for Bruce Robinson's 1987 film 'Withnail & I', the studied debauchery of the striving, starving artist, its ache of regret for the 60s, and the strange, romantic comforts of desperation, booze and enormous herb-laced joints (lamb and otherwise).

[babymapleleaf]

Ed Teach's Age Regression Kit!

Pacey Pufferfish Stuffed Animal- $28.50

Sea Life Weighted Blanket- $69.23

Rainbows Sippy Cup- $28.99

Jellyfish Waterproof Bandages- $7.99

Shark Tooth Teething Toy- $6.67

Purple Satin Pillowcase- $14.99

Cute Hair Clips Set- $7.99

Children's Wooden Xylophone- $8.29

[dustykneed]

captain kirk sir please. with all due respect sir stop making your boyfriend so mad he has to physically get up pour himself a drink and get into your other boyfriend's lap for emotional support. it has been zero days since he last put you in horny jail sooner or later you're going to give him an aneurysm. sir do you hear m

anyways if y'all want the blank template just lmk ig ¯⁠\(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)/⁠¯ tag me if u make funnies i'd love to see em

[n3v3r-l3ft]

Oooooooooh you lost his trust and now you're replaceable like almost everyone else bc he trusts no one

Doesn't feel good does it?

[knifewieldingenby]

kind of amusing to think of jim and oluwande reclaiming the room, and being backed up by most of the crew because the alternative is them fucking on deck while everyone is trying to sleep. but frenchie and wee john only let them have one side, so you have two beds with grown men (+Jim) squished like sardines and trying to do their own thing while ignoring whatever is going on in the bed across the room.

[kbade]

Don’t mind me, just loosing it over these pics of Kent McCord *dreamy sigh*

[morganbritton132]

Anyways, thinking about Batman pulling his disappearing act on the GCPD rooftop for the first time after partnering with Robin, and just leaving Robin behind.

Gordon turns around, notices that Batman is gone but the kid is not. Then Robin notices that Batman is gone, and promptly burst into tears because, “He left me! He left me behind!”

Jim Gordon is not heartless and he’s a father, he takes the kid into the precinct. He gives him a blanket and a snack. He tries to calm him down and asks if he knows a phone number that he could call for Batman. He gets a wobbly, “He doesn’t have a phone.”

Jim steps out of his office for a second to speak with an officer about turning the bat signal back on, and when he gets back to his office the kid is gone. The crime scene photos and forensic report from the joker attack yesterday are also gone from his office.

Meanwhile Robin is standing in the alley behind the GCPD, waving as Batman grapples down to meet him. He gives him a big smile and says, “I got the evidence!”

“Good job, Chum.”