#the guy who got cut loose? I think he’s dead (better fucking not be btw but he’s got exposure and dehydration to deal with + a head injury)

[mycological-mariner]

I’m so mad I just watched the first episode of Hornblower. Only now! After finishing my dissertation! When my dissertation topic was literally the portrayal of epilepsy in film and television

[letsfluxshitup]

the mortifying ordeal of being cared for (ao3)

(tw injury/blood/stitches)(not permadeath btw <3)

Technoblade thought, with absolute surety, he was going to die.

He wasn't sure how he'd made it back to Pogtopia, fresh bloody handprints decorating the walls, and small pools of blood from where he rested a second too long.

It didn't matter if he died, he'd just respawn, it'd be fine, but that didn't stop the deep primal fear of death, of not coming back, of the respawn failing. 

He let out a deep stuttery breath as he fumbled open a chest, desperately searching for bandages, cloth, anything to staunch the bleeding.

He heard, faintly, some noise behind him, muttered talking that turned more frantic but he brushed it aside, it was unimportant, where was his medkit-

A hand on his shoulder startled him out of his desperate searching, and he automatically swung backwards, but he was slow, too slow, and the figure easily dodged. 

He reached for his knife, fumbling to his feet, knife first, all regards for tact and technique abandoned in his desperate swing. 

He wasn't sure what happened then, vision blanking from the rush of movement, but he knew he was knifeless and being cradled to someone's chest. Quackity's, he guessed, between the panicked shrieking and signature jacket.

It was slicked with blood now, and no, his jacket shouldn't look like that, and he tried to pull away, to mitigate the damages and prevent more blood spilling. Quackity only held him tighter, arms feeling like iron bars locking him in.

Since when was Quackity so strong, Techno thought. Since when was I so weak.

His memories after that were spotty as he slipped in and out of consciousness, mostly remembering the warm water and rag that cleaned his wounds, the bite of the needle from stitches, and Quackity's soft cooing as he ran fingers through his hair, a reassurance and distraction from the burning pain spreading up his side.

--

Quackity had decided that morning that he very much did not like Pogtopia. It was cold, Tommy and Techno(traitor) bullied him, and he could never find things where he left them.

Case in point, he was clambering down the steep staircase that had fallen many a foe, in a futile search for his misplaced pickaxe. It took a second to register the blood smeared on the walls, the scent of copper smothering in the air. He walked faster, ignoring his shoes sticky with blood, as he nervously called out a tentative 'hello?'

No response.

He walked faster, gaze sharp as he took in the ravine before him, and he wished it had been lit up a little better, fumbling through long stretches of burnt out torches. He followed the trail to Techno's door and his stomach dropped, if something had fucked him up so badly, what did that say for the rest of them? 

Praying that whatever he picked a fight with was either dead or knew better than to come back, he entered the room.

"Techno?" He started, trying to sound calm but quickly dissolving into panic as he rushed towards a hunched over and bloody Techno. 

He'd barely touched his shoulder when he lashed out at him, a sharp snarl echoing through the room, eyes unfocused and uncomprehending. He lurched forwards, half crawling half on his feet, and Quackity easily, too easily, pried the blade from his hands.

Techno then face planted into his neck, a pained sob making its way out of his throat. Quackity quickly dragged him back to the ground, curling his arms around him, trying to keep his voice soothing but he knew the panic was leaking through.

Techno squirmed weakly, before stilling, a dead weight in Quackity's lap. Quackity tried to calm down, take deep breaths, but the cloying smell of blood was making it difficult to even think.

He went through the first aid he knew, haphazardly cleaning wounds and his stitches sloppy and almost definitely going to leave an ugly scar.

At least he isn't bleeding out anymore, Quackity thought nervously, splashing a regen potion on the worst of the wounds. 

After assuring he wouldn't bleed out, he found a bucket that he filled with water, keeping it warm near the fire.

He carefully cleaned the blood off of the rest of Techno, scrubbing it out of his hair and nails. He used the knife Techno had swung at him to carefully cut away his ruined shirt, cleaning the blood off of him before shoving him into a nightgown he'd found when digging through chests for more medical supplies.

Quackity decided that once Techno was better he could tease him about it, but it would probably reflect poorly on him if he made fun of a half dead bed ridden man.

He absently wondered who had given it to him, doubting he'd bought it for himself. It was covered in potatoes and looked comfy as hell, so he couldn't really judge him.

Techno was relatively dead to the world anyways, so teasing him now would be pointless. 

The most response he had gotten from the man was a reflexive splutter when he'd accidentally dropped a water soaked rag on his face, and Quackity could only hope he wouldn't remember that.

He dragged Techno into bed, mindful of his stitches, and noticing the drop in temperature. He was still unnaturally warm by human standards, but unnaturally cold by... Techno standards. Blood loss would do that to you, apparently. 

Quackity hunted down every blanket he could find in the room, uncovering some from chests and the like before carefully tucking Techno in. He looked very... small, on the bed, face colorless and slack, breaths uneven and stuttery.

Quackity hoped he wouldn't have to do anything about his breathing, that was a bit out of his area of expertise. 

All of this was out of his area of expertise, actually, but that was fine. 

Techno was breathing, wasn't he? 

Well. Mostly.

--

Techno wasn't sure how much later it was until he woke up properly, but he was propped up in his bed, thoroughly tucked in. Quackity was slumped in a chair next to him, face buried in the sheets as he snoozed. 

Techno cleared his throat, and that hurt, and his mouth tasted awful and everything else was just pain.

Quackity sat up abruptly though, hair sleep ruffled and he hastily swiped away drool. He blinked blearily, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before giving Techno a nervous lopsided smile.

"How's my favorite patient doing?" He chirped, standing up and carefully checking Techno's wounds. When Techno just grunted in response he waved a healing potion in front of him, and Techno was grateful for having at least a semi competent caretaker.

That gratefulness was swiftly shattered as Quackity waterboarded him with the healing potion, overzealous in his offering and spilling it all over his face and shirt. Thankfully the potion wasn't picky, and absorbed anyways, the healing effect settling in and making him feel tired.

He wanted to fall asleep, but Quackity was waving food in front of him, toasted bread slathered with sweet berries, as he stuttered out apologies.

"I'm not the, uh, best doctor-" Techno interrupted him with a snort, "but I'm the best you got for now, alright?"

Techno just gave him a flat look in response.

"Listen! Would you rather I wear a nurse outfit? Would that make you feel better?" Quackity huffed, arms crossed, and Techno made a show of shuddering in horror.

"Hey, fuck off! I have the fattest ass in the cabinet, you know! You should- you should be appreciative of- of my... Of my ass." He finished lamely, cheeks aflame as he waved his hands. "Listen, listen, let's just- we're gonna forget all that, alright?"

Techno snorted, and it hurt his throat and ribs but Quackity was grinning back at him, and he figured that made up for it.

--

He wasn't sure how long he'd been sleeping on and off, waking up only for the occasional healing potion and sip of water. Quackity never asked what had happened, and he was glad, not wanting to explain the circumstances that had almost led to his untimely demise.

Quackity insisted on brushing his hair every time he woke up for longer than thirty seconds, chastising him about proper hair care and tangles and if Techno could say more than a word at a time he'd point out the poor state of Quackity's wings. 

As Quackity deftly braided his hair from where he'd settled behind him, Techno focused on the apple he'd been given, carefully slicing off bits with a knife and alternating between handing them to Quackity and eating them himself.

He had to question the logic of giving a very out of it patient a knife, but he quietly revelled in the feeling of comfort it gave him, and the warm feeling spreading in his chest from sharing food.

When the apple was finished and the braid completed, Techno leaned his head back, resting on Quackity's shoulder. Techno couldn't understand what Quackity was saying, instead just humming and snuggling back, dead to the world in an instant. 

Quackity felt a small pang of pride at the blatant trust, before starting to settle in for the night. Day? He'd lost track of time, caring for Techno being his prime focus.

His communicator flashed with unread messages, but he had been busy, alright? Was still busy, he thought, eyeing the knife in Techno's now loose grip.

Quackity gently took the knife from him, setting it in reach, before settling his arms lightly around Techno's torso, protective of the hastily stitched gash in his side.

It took a bit of squirming before his wings settled comfortably on his back, but finally Quackity managed to fall asleep.

--

Quackity had been helping a shaky Techno into a new shirt when the door abruptly shrieked open. 

Reflexively, Quackity reached for the knife on the bedside table before turning towards the door. Techno had drilled into him that it was better to be paranoid than dead after Quackity had unthinkingly mentioned the condition Techno was in to the others.

Privately, Quackity thought Techno was being a bit paranoid, but it helped him relax a little and Quackity really was worried about the poor guy's heart.

Wilbur stepped in, taking in the scene before him with an impassive face.

"You're making friends." It wasn't a question, more of an accusation over anything else, and Quackity wondered why Wilbur sounded offended.

Turning back to help Techno, he absently looked over his healing wounds, checking for any damages or fresh blood.

Wilbur continued to stare past Quackity, studying his brother and oh.

That's why Wilbur was offended.

Techno opened his mouth as if to speak, but Wilbur cut him off, irritation clear in his voice.

"No, no, I get it. You're injured and need to be cared for so obviously you ask the flake with a complex." Wilbur's face had turned more snide, his voice disparaging as he planted his hands on his hips.

Quackity wanted to defend himself, and also ask what kind of complex Wilbur thought he had, and also ask what the fuck, low blow, asshole.

Techno moved like he was going to stand up, looking pissed, and Quackity waved his hands frantically, wings puffing up and blocking his view of Wilbur.

"Hey, hey, c'mon, buddy, you don't have to defend my honor or anything, stay in bed." Quackity carefully guided him back into bed but Techno still looked irritated.

"He's being an ass." He deadpanned, leaning around Quackity's outstretched wings to send Wilbur a scathing look. 

To Wilbur's credit, he managed to mainly suppress his flinch, but it was still noticeable enough that Techno shot him one of his more feral grins.

Quackity, realizing he was still holding the knife, set it back down on the nightstand. This quickly turned out to be a big mistake as without hesitating Techno snatched it up, throwing it at his brother. 

Between the injuries and not actually wanting to hurt his brother, it missed by a mile, and Techno punctuated the clear message with a snarled 'out'.

Wilbur looked hurt for a split second, before he settled back into an unbothered stance, leaving the room with a muttered 'whatever'.

"Your family's fucking weird, man." Quackity finally broke the silence, letting out a nervous laugh as he side eyed Techno.

Techno just nodded slightly, scrubbing at his face before settling back into the pillows.

"He's just lashing out because he's a theatre kid and doesn't know how to process his emotions any other way." 

Privately, Techno wished Philza was here, he was always a lot better at smoothing things over. Or riling things up, depending on the situation.

"Right." Quackity said, after a bit of silence, both deep in thought. "Do you want him to take care of you? Like, I know we've settled into this sorta thing, but, like, I'm not gonna be offended or anything if you'd rather have family watch over you, y'know?" 

Techno looked perplexed for a second, before shaking his head.

"Wilbur's been pickin' fights with me lately, should probably give him space or something." He looked towards Quackity, uncertainty written across his face.

"Oh! Yeah! That makes sense, absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that." Quackity nodded, self assured in that way only someone who wasn't entirely sure what they were talking about could be.

Techno snorted, before patting the bed next to him.

"Sleep?" 

"Sure. Y'know, big guy, you should feel special." Quackity grinned at him, as he settled into the bed next to him.

"Oh?" Techno raised an eyebrow, settling his arm around Quackity.

"Yeah. Not just anyone gets the Quackity into their bed." Quackity tried to hide his smile in Techno's shoulder, failing miserably once catching sight of Techno's expression. 

Techno stared down at him, eyes wide and looking... Confused? Mortified? Quackity wasn't that great at reading his expressions, yet. 

Unceremoniously, Techno shoved him off the bed, hiding his snorts in his pillow.

Quackity's hip hurt where it connected with the floor but he couldn't hold back his wide grin.

He stumbled up off the floor, flopping on to the bed and settling in against Techno, delighted he could make Techno laugh like that.

--

Quackity laid there in silent horror, staring down at the wet spot of drool on Techno's shirt. Techno would never sleep with him again. Not that he cared, or anything. Techno was just very warm and the ravine was very cold, alright?

"Techno." Quackity whispered, sitting up as best he could with Techno's arm locked around him. "Techno it's time to get up."

"No," Techno murmured, moving the arm around Quackity's waist to cup the back of his head and gently push him back into his neck. Quackity snorted into Techno's neck, before patting at his chest.

"C'mon big guy, time to get up." He squirmed out from under Techno's arm, patting at his cheek insistently. 

Techno's eyes fluttered open, looking mildly irritated, before he rolled, taking Quackity with him and pinning him underneath him.

He buried his face into Quackity's neck, free hand moving into Quackity's closest wing and lightly petting the feathers. 

Quackity huffed, batting at his hand because that was cheating, thank you very much, Quackity was going to fall back asleep at this rate.

"C'mon, Blade, we gotta get a move on." Quackity twisted the fingers of his free hand into the hair at the base of Technoblades neck, and tugged lightly.

Techno let out a warning growl, before rolling off of Quackity. Quackity side eyed him and, deciding may as fucking well, shoved Techno the rest of the way off the bed. 

He was mostly healed up anyways, and it wouldn't hurt him that much. Hopefully.

There was a beat of silence before Techno popped up from over the side of the bed, looking completely baffled.

Quackity jumped over him and made a break for the door, but Techno was faster.

He draped himself heavily over Quackity, nearly sending him tumbling to the ground, as he sighed obnoxiously in his ear.

"You're going to have to carry me, I think you broke my legs." Quackity could hear the grin in his voice, but didn't call him on it. He'd rarely seen Techno in any kind of playful mood, and he figured he could risk playing along if it made Techno happy. 

He'd only heard the man laugh a handful of times before, and all that stress couldn't be good for his heart.

Quackity barley made it another stumbling step before there was a sharp rapping at the door.

"Techno? Wilbur needs you." Tommy called through the door.

The change in Techno was immediate, the playful attitude rolling off of him as he straightened up and headed for his clothes and sword. The past... Dispute still fresh in his mind.

"Tell him I'll be there in a minute." Techno called back. 

He knocked his crown off of it's hook and Quackity reached down to grab it for him. He was met with a sharp look, Techno quickly snatching it up, the cuddly Techno from earlier replaced with a cold, more analytical persona. 

Techno whipped open the door, brushing past Tommy with barely an acknowledgement, deep in thought and looking mildly irritated. 

Tommy looked over at Quackity, shifting awkwardly. 

"Sorry about him. He's not much of a morning person." Tommy said absently, as he watched Techno move through the ravine.

"So! What do you want to eat, Big Q?" Tommy beamed at him, energy cranked up to 11 after his brother was out of sight. 

Quackity gave him an unusually soft look, before throwing an arm over his shoulder and knocking their heads together.

"What've you got here, boss?" Quackity practically chirped, letting himself be dragged away by an overly excited Tommy. He tamped down on his worry over Techno, as he settled into bantering with Tommy.

[kimberly-spirits13]

Dating the Young Justice Characters:

Warnings: Some language

Khalder:

·      You have the power to control the wind and weather which gives a nice upper-hand in combat sometimes and were known as Windbreaker

·      Even indoors, weather is yours to control

·      You guys met when you joined the team as someone that Batman had had on his radar

·      Your training was good because of the fact that you had spent years mastering it

·      You were not however a show off which impressed him

·      For a while you only saw him as the team leader cause you didn’t think that dating in the team was a good idea

·      He was not pleased when you friend zoned him the first time he started showing interest

·      However, that soon changed when you guys started hanging out more and more

·      You learned a lot from him and respected his wisdom and he the same for you

·      You guys are like the parents of the team tbh and everyone comes to you guys for advice when Canary isn’t around or who they want to talk to

·      You guys don’t ever really go on massive dates because it isn’t a big deal

·      They mostly include beach trips or something

·      Maybe picnics on the beach

·      He worries for you on the field a lot as you do him

·      He also picks up on legit everything you’re feeling so if you’re having a bad day, he knows

Wally:

·      You were the protégé of the Question named Trinity

·      You being skilled in combat and a straight genius, he was hitting on you the first day

·      You were a bit more outspoken than your mentor but there were some days where you were either so tired by work or so deep in thought you didn’t even respond for the first few minutes of him doing that

·      *Cue corny pick-up line*

·      “Oh, hey Wally. Need anything?”

·      “You didn’t hear any of that did you?”

·      “No, sorry, I was thinking about a case from last night.”

·      That was when he found out what a science nerd you are

·      He was hooked even more

·      So now you two geek out over experiments and such and before long as he was talking wayyyy to much you stopped him by kissing him which left him absolutely flustered

·      Dates include fairs, runs and walks, and movies

·      He tends to stick up for you if people question why you’re so quiet or are too quick to judge

·      Wally pulls you back from your dream land of whatever you’re thinking about and keeps you grounded

Dick:

·      You were the protégé of Constantine known as Tempest

·      You could basically control the sides of good and evil and the outcomes, skip around into pocket dimensions, and control a bunch of magic shit

·      He thought that your powers were so cool annddd you could fight really well

·      He was pretty impressed to say the least the first time that you guys trained together

·      He is less aggressive than you but both of you guys are strong advocates for what you believe in

·      He worries about how dangerous some of the work you do with John is and that you’ll get hurt and he won’t be able to understand how to help

·      You guys were good friends at first and then it was greater after a mission that involved Witch Boy

·      He could see the fear in Witch Boys eyes

·      Like that kid was not about to fuck with you

·      You even got to call him “Witch Bitch” and he was mad but like, what could he do

·      When everyone came back to the cave it was noticeable that you were drained more than usual and you went straight to bed after a shower

·      He came in and asked what was wrong only for you to explain late nights working with Constantine and this lingering feeling that you were having for a certain person

·      Hehe

·      He kissed you first and it was just history ever since

·      He SOMETIMES takes you to a nice restaurant but typically it’s a carnival or arcade and maybe laser tag

·      You weren’t really concerned about going to the manor for the first time but Dick was because he didn’t want anything to go wrong

·      It went fine btw

Conner:

·      You were the protégé of Canary

·      Imma be honest you guys didn’t like each other that much at first

·      You thought he was brash and rude and he thought you were a snob

·      It wasn’t until one day when he was being a total piece of garbage that you made him land flat on his ass that he started respecting you some

·      You became better friends and then one day you landed yourself in quite a bad situation during a fight and came home practically dead

·      He stayed by you the entire time and even Canary noticed that his demeanor changed around you

·      It was for the best

·      You kept him from being as rude as he was and he started to become a better person and he kept you grounded and able to cut loose sometimes

·      He was really kind around you and sometimes you guys fought and gave each other the silent treatment but tbh he hated it

·      He talks to you about his issues and what not and you give him advice

·      Scary couple but everyone knows that he’s as threatening as a puppy around you

[lockdownuk]

Lockdown Diary Part 9

A personal account during the lockdown in the UK due to the Covid-19 outbreak.

23/03/2020 8:30pm Boris Johnson, UK Prime Minister, gives a live address to the nation to, effectively, put the country on lockdown to stem the spread of the deadly coronavirus strain, Covid-19.

Many of us have been self-isolating for days but this latest development within the UK in reaction to the pandemic feels very serious and very scary. I decided to keep a simple diary and where better but online.

Day 241: Shit day at work. To cut a long story short, I could complete a task Sueanne gave to me and then I got it in the ear, including a snotty email ay 5:40pm. Pissed off.

Day 242: Had a meeting with Sueanne (our weekly 1-2-1 actually) and she was alright. I feel much better tonight. Last night I didn’t even have an appetitie - unheard of! Going to make up for that tonight, pie and loads of veg! A much better day. Ridiculously, I believe yesterday was all my own fault - I take work for granted sometimes and I let myself down by ignoring the urgency of a task just because it was Sueanne asking me to do it and she was a peer. She is now my boss, and I should respect that.

Day 243: So-so day at work. It’s strange how used to work I am after over six months on furlough. It’s been less than two months back but all the highs and lows amd frustrations are commonplace. Most importantly, it being Thursday, I cannot wait for tomorrow eveninga dn to kick back, drink and smoke. Spoke to dad this morning, he’s same as...that’s always good to know. Sugar levels have been a fucking roller coaster today, and it has really fucked me off! No salad at lunch due to them being so fucking high when I got back from my walk. It ended up being my tea. Sarted watching The Undoing...it’s OK. 

Day 244: Glad it is Friday. Just cooking a (very hot) chicken madras, cracked open my first beer. Gonna eat, drink, smoke and watch a good film.

Day 245: Gold was the film I watched last night, with Matthew McConaughey and it was a good choice. I then watch a Kevin Hart stand up show on Netflix...very Eddie Murphy, very funny. I did a 12 km walk today...fucking felt it in my legs. Walked the footpath from Stoke Doyle road to Benefield road for the first time. I liked it and it comes out between Lytham Park and Wakerley Close....I posted on FB about the fact that when I move to Oundle, Clifton Drive was the last street heading out of town. Saw Becks on the walk down Benefield road, She mentioned she’s tired of lockdown. I replied that I’m tired of the virus!

Day 246: Up at 1pm, nice long walk, ordered new slippers and waterproof jacket (my Craghopper is bust again).

Day 247: I screwed up at work today, went for a (ridiculously) late lunch right when I was meant to be at an online meeting that Sueanne had reminded me about in the morning. There’s mitigation but, when push comes to shove, I fucked up and now Sueanne’s on the warpath - one more slip up and it’ll be an offical disciplinary matter. 

Day 248: Suzanne wants me to troubleshoot a ticket she has in her queue, some database request for a Cork guy. It’s a test and it’s fucking me off.

I did testing for a network change tonight...8 till 11:15pm.

Elliot and Aaron cleaned the windows today. It was nice to see them.

Rita sent a couple of emails recently. Dad’s ear is all clear but Paul has got testicular cancer.

Day 249: New waterproof jacket arrived today. It’s very nice, bargain for £25 odd. Also picked up slippers from M&S food hall in Corby so, while over their, did a shop at Tesco’s...£109 mainly booze.

By the time I was back, I ended up doing my evening walk at 9.30pm!

Day 250: Leigh from Oundle Chronicle has got back to me. She (he?) has selected the photos that are going to be in the article and wants me to write a sentence on each - where they were taken and what inspited me to do so. Whether that means the stuff I wrote before is not going to be used, or not, I dunno! New slippers are OK and the new jacket is still impressing me.

Day 251: Typing on Day 252. Usual Friday, beers, meatballs, pizza, long chat with Fog. I should mention that, as we approach the end of Lockdown2 in England, Boris and his government have laid out a three tier structure for how the second lockdown will be eased. It’s caused confusion and consternation across the board. None of it affects me, still isolating like I was on day 1. Day 252: Totally forgot about my diary entry yesterday! Up at 1pm, nice long walk, nipped rong Elliots to pay for my windows, had a chat with him, Artron and Camilla - it’s so nice to socialise! Gonna make fish pie and supp a few ales. Day 253: The weekend is over way too quickly. It’s 7.30pm on Sunday as I type and I wish it wasn’t. I wish it was 7.30pm on Friday. Day 254: In a meeting, a working Zoom, with Andy Ashler in the US re: qfiniti, which Sueanne pissed me off about earlier in te day (RCI diary updated), but the meeting went well. I am desparately trying to buy an iPad on Black Monday. As usual with tech, I cannot make my mind up which to buy! Day 255: I haven’t bought an iPad....I’ll wait for the 10.2″ iPad to come down in price. I had more involvement with Andy Ashler and in the US with the Qfiniti project at work. I’m really enjoying it, it’s very technical...although I didn’t finish ‘til 6pm because of it. The Oundle Chronicle is out and an article about me and my pics is on the back page. Leigh, the editor, sent it to me electronically. It’s good. I am chuffed!  Day 256: I booked some holidays today, making sure that I didn’t include any days off in the week December 14-18 (SB’s off). So, this coming Friday (4th Dec), Next Weds-Fri and Monday 21st. I know I have only been back from Furlough a couple of months but I am more than ready for some kick-back time.  1-2-1 with SB today, it was a relaxed affair, most espcially becaus eof my success thus far with the Qfiniti project - that being said, I got pretty much nowhere with it today.  Ordered a couple of long sleeved Ts and a fleeced hoody from a shop called Doubletwo today, well cheap in the sale. I saw half a dozen joggers on the Milton Road blind bend tonight, oblivious to any other potential path user. I posted about it (in my own, sarcastic way) on the Oundle Chatter FB group. It was met how I’d expected plus some direct digs so I deleted it. Cowardly but, I figure, I don’t get my point across, the vast majority of joggers really don’t think they are doing anything wrong by bulldozing there way around town and, lastly, I couldn’t be bothered with the flak, and its tennis like back-and-forth!

Day 257: Got tomorrow off so worked late tying up loose ends, including the qfiniti project - fucking nuts really, making sure no one asks any questions of SB or the team, in terms of my work load, for just one day off! Still, just had tea, cracked open a beer and am watching Shaun of the Dead. Nice.

Day 258: The main thing I did today is walk. It was about 12km but felt much longer ‘cos it was wintry, pissing down, windy and slippery as fuck. And I really enjoyed it! Badge messaged me today to ask how I am and, in replying, I mentioned that I think I am becoming addicted to walking...it wasn’t a throwaway comment. Just cooked up a chilli (which I think I have ruined with a Knorr beef stock pot), and will tuck in with beers, smokes and telly. While it’s been a day off, this Friday evening will be as all others are at the moment, late, drunken and solitary fun - no doubt.

Day 259: Typing on day 260. That chilli last night was actually OK. Plus I ‘invented’ a meatball wrap - moving on from the TikTok ham and cheese wrap you fold into the toaster, I tried the same with meatballs but no fucking way could I fold it into the toaster slot (pissed up kitchen shenanigans), so I wrapped it in tin foil and heated it in the oven, Fucking delicious. I watched Shaun of the Dead. I think it’s the first time since its release and I couldn’t help thinking “zombies just aren’t like that [in real life]” Wtf?

Day 260: I was quite sensible (for a Saturday) last night, in bed by 2am, up at my alarm this morning, 10:30am. Nice long walk, taking in a new path up by Biggin Grange and took plenty of pics that turned out really good. Btw, posh lost yesterday at Portsmouth (with 2000 fans there) and they lost midweek and last weekend in the FA Cup to Chorley, at home. 

Day 261: It’s freezing today...actually 0 degrees. This house is so fucking cold, even with the heating on.

Day 262: Typing on day 263. Last day of work for 5 days. Beers are in order. And a sausage casserole. Day 263: I completely forgot to do a diary entry yesterday....concentrating on starting my work break off on the right foot, which I did. As a result, I didn’t get up until 1pm. So, to stop that sort of day wasting, no beers tonight. Just got back from a shop (£90 in Tesco’s), trying to sort out Romiley’s Christmas present, then something to eat (more sausage casserole) and a early, sober night.

Day 264: So, after abstinence last night, I was up before 11am and did a walk that included the track from Benefield Road to Monson Way past Park Wood. It was fucking hard work due to mud. I have lost coumd the amount of times I nearly slipped right over. Throw into that a hypo, the 12-13km walk was tough. Sorted out Romiley’s present (guitar stand, music stand and guitar exercises book). Took soime nice photos today as well which I’ve prepared and shared. No booze today/tonight either. Some break, a younger me would say!

Day 265: Friday, and I am typing with a beer, balti on the hob and I am just gonna choose a film and roll a single skinner. I am knackered. Up at 10am, cleaned the hall and stairs after a 10km walk. Also, I spoke with dad who is, as always, fine.

Time to make up for the last two sober nights.

Day 266: I am typing this on day 267. So drunk last night I left nearll a full can of beer and went to bed in my jogging bottoms and t-shirt. I have had a day off from any exercise at all which felt very odd. A few beers and watched Snatch. Day 267: While I was nowhere near drunk last night, due to sleeping in late (2pm) I was up ‘til 3am watching TikTok so today I struggled out of bed at just before 1pm. Watch the start of the season’s final GP (Verstappen won from pole and it was boring af), back on the exercising including a 9km walk. Back to work tomorrow which I feel totally conflicted about! Posh won yesterday at home to Rochdale (with the allowed 2000 fans) 4-1 including a 17 minute first half hatrick from Jonson Clarke-Harris.

Day 268: Back to work - Sueanne’s off and it’s the first day I’ve been at work with Jon in charge which involves a daily ‘SUMO’ (whatever that acronym stands for?) at 9.30am every day. I am still involved with te qfiniti upgrade project which seems to have taken a step backwards in the 3 days I had off, so I was working until gone 9.30pm! I have decided to do a quiz, hopefully for Christmas, whereby I don’t want the actual answers (to 25 particular questions, all with a common theme in the answer), merely an omitted question!  

Day 269: Stand Up Meeting Online. SUMO. Ian Bird told me. I might struggle with double Y for my quiz. Work was OK, more Qfiniti stuff. Posh drew away to MK 1-1. Posh were 0-1 up but Lincs lost at home. I can’t undertsand why that pleases me so....oh, yeah I can Steve Dee.

Day 270: Struggling to order Dad and Rita booze for Christmas without it being a Morrison’s delivery that I can do through Amazon Prime. That would be OK but it’s just a bit clinical! Meanwhile, now I am paying for Prime, and they are showing some Premiership games (for example, tonight I watched Liverpool v. Spurs (2-1), I really have to contact Sky - I am paying £71pm atm! Sam posted pic of her Christmas tree but mentioned how she’s finding it hard to get in the spirit - Paul has testicular cancer and the outlook is bleak - fuck know’s what she’s going through with all that, trying to shield Romiley from the worst without lying!

[helihi]

The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty: RWBY Vol 6 E 12

I wish I could’ve enjoyed this, but the fact that this episode could’ve been perfectly merged with last weeks episode for a rightful 23-25 minute episodes makes me angry.

Overall rating: 3/10

A.N.: First we got all buildup, now we got all pay off. Why do they keep doing this?

The Good:

Quick spoilers for the review ahead: most of the contents of this section are about the Bee vs. Adam fight. In fact, the 3/10 rating is earned because of this since I was just bored during the fist half and during the cliffhanger.

A quick shoutout to Ruby for figuring out an alternative way to neutralize Cordovin without yelling it or making it as obvious as Oscar’s plan was. TBH the writers did a poor job trying to execute the first plan by being just as obvious to make it not work.

This week the fight between Blake, Yang and Adam continues, but unlike last week, both girls get to fight by each others side. What’s really interesting about the scenes showcased on this episode is the way both adapt to their current circumstances and still manage to get that sweet Bumbleby combo we’ve experienced in previous volumes.

They are both quick on their feet, always in sync. Blake’s evasive technique and light hits help to destabilize Adam while Yang carries the punch (literally). She distracts him and positions him right where Yang needs him to be. Not only that, but she makes sure Adam cannot absorb any of Yang’s heavy hits, completely conscious of how that can backfire.

Of course, the ribbon combo attack the pair is known for makes a comeback. This time, Yang grabs what’s left of Gambol Shroud to protect Blake and is the one throwing her partner around.

The flying cat Faunus is not strong enough to break Adam’s stance and she’s thrown away, and her aura breaks. Like everyone guessed, Blake’s aura is purple, the same shade Yang’s bandana is ;)

Now is Yang’s turn to hold her ground against Adam while she keeps an eye on Blake, who could easily fall to there death. hOW THE FUCK CAN SHE CLIMB WITH HEELS.

“The moment of truth, Yang. Do you think you’re faster than you were at Beacon?”

Yang trembles.

“Me neither.”

Here’s the second thing I wanted to point out about this fight: Adam still tries to use manipulation to get the upper hand. He knows a part of Blake still fears him, and he knows Yang’s trauma is associated with him.

Again and again he has tried to exploit this, but once more: he fails.

Yang goes for an evasive tactic rather than an offensive one, more proof of her character development.

Adam continues taunting, because he has no other tools or tactics he can use. He desperately tries to clutch to power, even though last episode showed him that Yang and Blake are at their strongest when together.

This is why he wanted to sever that link in volume 3. Even if he didn’t know how good of a team they were, he knew the best way to break Blake was through Yang.

“What does she even see in you!” remarks how out of his element Adam is. He lost the fight before he actually lost it.

Yang’s Semblance makes a return, but TBH the animation was pretty underwhelming considering we’ve waited for its comeback for about 3 years. I think Adam’s Moonslice animation has been maintained. Everything from the color palette shift, to the way the red on his outfit lights up. His presence is there.

Yang’s Semblance doesn’t bust in victorious and glorious. It’s more like a tame flame. I appreciate the fire effects, and the way Yang’s moments are highlighted with 2D yellow effects, but where’e the frame distortion? The glowing red eyes? The final punch was nice, but overall, I’m disappointed.

Finally, the moment we all have been waiting for comes: Adam Taurus’s death. Have some popcorn peeps. There was no other way to end the whole arc, Adam was irredeemable.

If you wanted me to be honest, I thought Adam was going to fall to his death in some fight scenario where he was so consumed by anger and his obsession that he looses it; or Yang was going to be the one ending it.

Having them both kill him, with both halves of Gambol Shroud no less, is so fucking powerful and fitting. Of course, quite traumatic for Blake, who would be the one most affected by it.

I think they nailed the reaction. Aside from the obvs Bumbleby excitement, Blake breaking down, the remainder of the promise and Yang comforting her so delicately is the perfect way to end this arc.

Unfortunately, it isn’t quite as cathartic and beautiful since we’re cut short by the need to establish another cliff hanger.

The Bad:

I see people left and right on RT’s forms, Tumblr and YouTube praising the CRWBY for getting better at pacing or even “nailing” it.

Boi, oh boi, could you not be more wrong.

This episode could and should’ve been part of last episode. There’s no reason why any writer would cut the momentum episode 11 carried for a cheap cliff hanger and have the resolution to the fights be concluded 7 days later.

Do you know what real shows do? They make a two parter. A half an hour special.

I could bring up AtlA, but I’m going to bring up SU.

Do you know what’s going to happen next Monday on CN?

A 45 minute special Steven Universe season finale.

You know why?

Because the best way to finalize the diamond arc is by paying off all the buildup with a huge chunk of content! The decision to have the final 4 episodes group together to deliver some satisfactory pay off will be a blast.

Yes, we don’t know how season is going to end, but I can fucking tell you this special is the best way to end this arc.

SU’s atrocious schedule has made a lot of people drop the show, and I don;’t blame them. CN doesn’t know what its doing, and it’s purposefully killing shows with this (Se also: Adventure Time).

However, if there’s something the Crewniverse know how to do is delivering a story that can fit an episode.

A beginning/set up, a middle and a resolution/ending.

RWBY doesn’t do that. Episodes are: all build up, all buildup + some middle, some middle+tiny resolution.

The only way one can truly enjoy RWBY is by binge watching it, but unfortunately, RT doesn’t release the episodes Netflix style.

Do they change and adapt their writing because of this?

No, they don’t.

The problem wasn’t that the RWBY girls were separated, it’s that the writing team doesn’t know how to properly pace a story for an audience.

Also, is anyone bothered by the fact that no matter how many times Cordovin hit the Atlesian ship, that thing could still work?

Way to kill the momentum.

The Dirty:

I see a lot of people reflagging GIFs of Ruby and Qrow showing how much the girl has grown and how conflicted he might be, and TBH I see what you do.

I know Qrow looks at Ruby and probably thinks of Summer.

Summer is dead; Ruby is not, and Qrow wants to keep it that way. But Ruby is on her way to becoming an adult, she’s the leader on her team, a figure to her friends and the protagonist of the show. She has to show she’s prepared to take a stance.

Awesome scenes guys! You forgot something tho:

Rubys conflict.

Just like the glazed over Oscars big “this is what I stand for” moment of his arc, we never see Ruby at her weakest.

People complained of this during volume 4, but have you not notice she has not broken down or showed a real crisis? This 5 minutes with the apathy is not enough, and though I love her questioning Ozpin, I feel this needed more fuel.

Sometimes it feels like the writers know what a protagonist is supposed to sound like and act like, but don’t quite get how they got there.

Oh yeah, Grimm show up btw. We all knew this so meh.

Overall rating: 3/10

A.N.: Someone should really teach Miles and Kerry the ways episodes are structured. It’s season 6 and still haven’t grasped how to write an episodic series.

[dcbicki]

In POTC5: DMTNT, do you think there wasn't enough scenes showing depth of everyone's relationships? Ex: Jack could have told Henry the stories of his parents' adventures ("Your mother was the Pirate Queen."). Henry and Carina could have confided in and learned more about each other and thus begin to fall in love. There could have been a scene or two of Carina and Barbossa bonding over their love of stars/astronomy and/or Barbossa telling his pirate tales. What do you think?

Sheath those swords, readers… This is gonna be a long read.

I’m just gonna start off by saying that, as much as I prefer “Dead Men Tell No Tales” to “On Stranger Tides” – because it wasn’t full of 2D characters, because it wasn’t focused solely on the sudden post-AWE idiocy of Capt’ Jack – it was definitely the weakest Pirates’ movie of them all in terms of actual fucking piracy.

There was (absolutely?) no sword play in DMTNT, which was disappointing as hell because this franchise was one a swashbuckling extravaganza. The main villain was (sorry not sorry to say it) a serious bloody letdown – I had no connection to this guy at all, and his backstory was just so… dull. (This coming from someone who finds sympathy in the tale of Davy Jones’, and who really loved Beckett’s whole scheme.)

The supporting characters? Bloody useless. Gibbs was under-utilised so much that I actually fail to understand why they even brought him back. And him sassing Jack, and being ready to up and leave him at any turn was just messy and way too OOC for my liking. Marty being back? Could’ve been better. Scrum? Kind of entertaining, really filler. Murtogg and Mullroy? What the fuck was even happening with those two, I’ll never know.

I get that they tried to cut off all ties to OST, and I’m honestly quite glad of this. But Barbossa going back to his shiny, quite frankly grandiose costume, was just a giant plot hole – one that I think the writers built a bridge over because they needed a way to bring Barbossa back into the world of Jack’s fuckups and he needed a reason to be ticked off by Salazar. Also, the makeup they gave him this time around was somehow worse yet somehow the same as that in OST. Basically, I missed Original Trilogy!Hector and I’m still pissed at how they ended his run.

Overall, the plot was sketchy as fuck (plot holes galore! continuity errors everywhere!) and it got dragged out for way longer than it needed to even though it’s the shortest film in the saga – this is semi-hypocritical coming from me because “At World’s End” still ranks in the top spot for me despite its critical reception (general movie reviewers are ignorant to so much! they didn’t really pay attention! … but that’s a different story).

All this to say… I think the film did its best with what it was given. The writing was truthfully rather weak. The direction was just… a little all over the place.

The Barbossa-Carina plot could’ve been golden but instead they went for the shock factor only to (spoiler!) kill him off five minutes later. Any other conversation they could’ve had about constellations or Galileo’s book would have ruined the Plotwist! He’s her daddy! thing they were aiming for.

Jack’s reactions to anything relating back to Will/Elizabeth seriously pissed me off. Those two saved him on numerous occasions and yet… he’s degrading her and insulting him? In front of their son? How nice, Uncle Jack. Elizabeth has surely told Henry some stories over the years so I don’t doubt that he already knows of his parents’ adventures with Jack and Hector and Gibbs’ and co – he mentions Krakens being real and all that jazz – (Where was Gibb’s scene with Henry, or Barbossa mentioning that he was, I don’t know, basically his parents’ fucking reverend?!) Jack’s overall reception to Henry and the way he treats him throughout the film just had me sheltering my eyes (but that’s probably because Sparrow was so unlike himself in this instalment, and I’m gonna attribute 90% of that to Johnny Depp’s fuzzy, messy, probably actually-drunken portrayal of a once iconic character. (Every word he spoke had me cringing in my cinema seat, honestly.)

I mean, yeah, there was definitely room for some more meaningful scenes. They could’ve had Carina/Henry bonding more instead of just forcing them (very quickly, I might add) down the ‘pretty boy and pretty girl fall in love’ path. They could’ve had Jack (actually acting like the end of AWE’s Jack) sharing a moment with Henry, in which he tells him of how he reminds him of both his parents, in which he doesn’t roll his eyes or wag his tongue at the sheer thought of W/E.

And though all of this absolutely contradicts what I first said in my post-first viewing review, I firmly believe that this movie had one goal, and that was to just tie up loose ends. (Though only half the ends they tied up were ever really dangling in the first place.)

The one thing that actually made this movie worthwhile to me was the Turner endgame, and that’s because it was the only thing that was driving the movie in the first place. I don’t know anyone who went to see this because they wanted to know more about Salazar, or how Jack screwed him over. That wasn’t selling it to anyone, imo. The driving force behind this movie, to me, was “Meet Henry. He’s Will and Elizabeth’s kid. He’s the hero.”

They (writers, directors) were given the task of resolving the Will/Elizabeth plot, and they decided to do this through Henry being their tether. He wants to free Will, he frees Will. That was Henry’s plot. Carina is (despite them giving her a side-plot that gets resolved in like two minutes) just there for the ride.

They wrote a story based solely on fantasy and magic, and they needed a character to actually understand this convoluted tale. We’re gonna talk about stars and shit. Shit, we need someone who can read the stars. Hey, wouldn’t it be cool if she was Barbossa’s daughter too?

The whole storyline of DMTNT is just a giant fucking muddy puddle of magic and stuff… I cannot stress this enough. It literally could’ve been a movie about a bunch of sailors who get lost at sea ad discover an island littered in constellations. The only things that tied the magic to the piracy were Salazar’s plot (which was incomprehensible as all hell), and the unresolved endgame for one William Turner (which they royally fucked with, by the way).

So, do I think they could’ve or should’ve had more scenes that brought the characters together a little bit more? Yes. Do I think they wanted to? No. I think they wrote a beginning, wrote an ending, and then filled in the middle with a bunch of random crap nobody really cared about – 80% of that movie was filler.

Sorry for the rant btw, I’m just super salty when it comes to DMTNT. Disney gave them the keys to reboot the franchise and return it to its former glory, but instead they chose to ruin what were once important characters and/or take some pretty serious liberties with plot elements from past movies. The only highlights were anything involving Orlando and Keira, believe me. That’s the general consensus I’m seeing, and I find it impossible to disagree.

I’m just thankful they resolved that ambiguous Turner family dilemma that’s been haunting me for a fucking decade now, even if it did come at the price of a mediocre movie that I half-regret watching, chock full of plot holes and nonsensical decisions).

(In the words of Veep’s Dan Egan, “of all the mediocres, it was the mediest.”)

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/Mine Pt. 2

Part 1 here -> http://neverland93.tumblr.com/post/159182149300/peter-pan-imaginemine

I would really like a part 2 of Mine 😊

Part two of Mine!!!!

Is there going to be a part 2 to mine!?!?? Btw: how are u doing?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, violence, possessive Pan, hint of suicide (I do NOT romance suicide it was just on my heart to write about it and to tell you that it get’s better.)

“Is it that bad? That she could be attracted to someone other than you? Are you threatened that she could maybe be taken from you? It’s not like you wanted to sleep with her!” he yells

Peter looks at him, he is about to loose it, he is about to loose all of it, he could feel the anger rise up in him, as he is about to punch the shit out of David you scream “Peter wait!“

Peter turns to look at you, the anger, the pain, the danger , it was all in his eyes, you could see death in this teenage boys eyes, Peter was going to kill David, and you needed to stop him.

“Peter stop!” you behind Peter pulling his shirt, damn near begging him, tears coming down your cheeks

“This wouldn’t be happening if i never took you here on this bloody island!” Peter yells at you

“I promise it will never happen again!” you yell back, terrified, shaking, your lips trembling 

“Oh I know you won’t.” Peter punches David, then throws him on the floor. As Peter gets on top of him David rolls him over and fights back, David is now on top of Peter and punching his lips to they bleed. Peter kicks David off and David goes flying and then lands on his stomach, as he gasp for air Peter kicks him in the stomach.

As all this goes on you sat on the floor, crying, for there was nothing you could do, and it was all your fault.

“Hey Pan maybe you two should knock it off.” Felix said as he rubs your back

But they just keep on fighting, Peter’s lips are bleeding and there is blood dripping from his lips

Davids eye is almost swollen shut and his jaw looked bruised up already

“Pan!” Felix yelled, he knew Peter wouldn’t stop until one of them were dead

“That’s it , get them off each other., they won’t stop til one is dead.” Felix yelled

The lost boys get David and Felix and Rufio get Peter.

Both of them bleeding, they both looked fucked up, and it was all because of you.

Peter shakes Rufio and Felix off of him, then he looks you in your eyes, “This is your fault.” he says , he then leaves and you just sit there, in tears, he was right, everything was your fault.

That night was the most quietest it had ever been in Neverland, for no one knew what to say, you could hear nothing but the sound of the tree branches dance together as they made clicking noises, it was dark, more darker than nights have been, you could cut a knife with all the tense in the air.

You didn’t sleep that night, you were up, crying, wondering what you even came here.

Peter stayed in his cabin all night, wondering about you, how you felt, what you thought of him, and if you were ever going to talk to him again.

David spent the night with his lost boys friends, they cleaned him up and praised him for picking a fight with Peter.

The next morning the birds started to chirp, waking everybody up, slowly but surely, nobody wanted to start the day, everybody was anxious, worried, and terrified, but they were also curious, would Peter send away David? Would he send away Y/n? Nobody knew, but they would soon find out.

Everybody got the campsite, eating breakfast and getting ready for the day, nobody said a word to anyone, they all waited for the three main people to come out of their cabins, who of course took the longest to get ready.

A good 15 minutes passed and you all came out one  by one

You came out first, dressed in a sweater, jeans, and some shoes

You sat down only drinking orange juice, you weren’t very hungry. You kept your head down, not wanting the attention, although you very much knew you were going to get it even if you liked it or not.

Then it was David, he came out, his eye was almost swollen shut, his cheek had a cut on it, bruises on his arms and legs, but still, he was confident, even winking at you, you roll your eyes, what an asshole. He joined his friends and they started to talk about whatever teenage boys talk about.

Then it was Peter, he came out , he lips were swollen, jaw was bruised, and he had a cut on his eyebrow, he walked differently then usual, not confident, but neither in a shy way , he just walked, as if he was no better than anyone else.

You took noticed ,but quickly looked away when he looked your direction, he noticed you, but put his head down

You all sat by the campfire, nobody really said anything , just watched the three of your guys’s every move, it was quite intimidating .

After eating Peter gets up and walks over to Felix, he taps his shoulder and whispers something in his ear, Felix nods and clears his throat.

He gets in the middle of the campfire circle and says “Free day, do as you please.” he then walks away and goes into the woods with Peter.

The boys all run into their favorite places to play, not caring if it was weird that Peter said it was free day, they were going to take advantage of it

You on the other hand were curious and thought it was very strange, so you decide to to the only people you can talk to, the mermaids

Peter and Felix on the other hand are walking into the woods

“So Pan, tell me what happen.” Felix said with his hands in his pockets

Peter looked down , almost ashamed of himself “I can’t explain it Fi, I feel different.” he said folding his arms

“How so?” Felix turns his head to Peter but continues to walk

“Looking at David last night, and knowing what he did to Y/n.-”

“But Y/n wanted it, you know what right?” Felix asked a little concerned

“Of course I bloody know that.” Peter gets annoyed

“Okay well whats the problem?” Felix asked as he sits on a rock , Peter does the same

“I thought about her all night.” Peter looked up and says to Felix

“And what did you think about ?” Felix asked

“I thought everything about her, I thought about her smile, her laugh, her hair, how it whips me in the face sometimes and she constantly apologizes for it. I thought about her legs, how nice and shiny and soft they look in the sun, I thought about her all damn night Felix.” Peter says as he runs his fingers through his hair

“So you love her?” Felix asked

Peter shakes his head and gets up “I-I don’t know Felix. I can’t love, I can’t fall in love , that’s not me , that’s not who I am.” he says 

“Well it seems to me like you are.” Felix said

“How do you know?” he asked

“Because you fucked up David , you fought for Y/n, even if it didn’t seem like it, you fought for her, literally! “ Felix said

Peter looks at Felix, and just runs his fingers through his hair

You on the other hand are just meeting your good friends the mermaids at the lagoons

“So tell me what happen” one mermaid said

“Don’t act like we don’t know!” said an other

“You guys know?!” you asked

“All of Neverland knows hunny” one said as they all laughed

You folded your arms and looked down

“Great now everybody knows what a selfish, terrible, person I am.” you say

“whoa whoa whoa!” a mermaid said

“Now we ain’t ever said that to you child” an older mermaid said

You sigh and put your head in your hands “But it’s true, Peter-” 

“Peter is  grown as boy, he knows what he did, and you can not put that on yourself do you understand?” the mermaid said

“Yes.” you say with a tear coming down your face

“What’s wrong Y/n?” a younger mermaid asked

“I wish Peter liked me. He hates me.”  you say crying some more

“Peter ? Peter Pan? Hates you? Girl he loves you!” one said

Your head shot up , you couldn’t believe what you just heard, “Excuse me?” asking again , maybe what you heard wasn’t true

“You head me!” the mermaid said

“P-Peter loves me?” you almost stutter the words as they come out

“Yes!” all the mermaids say at once

“How do you know ?” you asked

“He basically fought for you.” one said

“Yeah fighting David was not the easiest task, remember he is his age, his height and weight, he was basically fighting himself.” one said

“Wow that;s deep.” an other said

“I know right?” she said back as they both giggle

“Okay okay hold up, if Peter, loves me, why hasn’t he said anything?” you asked

“He’s a guy duh!” they all say at once

You just stare into the lagoon, you realized they were making sense , did Peter really love you? You thought about it, and you realized you loved Peter too, ever since he took you away from your home, you were grateful, he was there, there for it all, he would hold you when you would cry, he took care of you when you were drunk, Peter was your prince charming, your bad boy prince charming

“I gotta go!”  you yelled as you ran to the campsite

As you ran through the woods your heart started to race, not because you were running , but you were terrified, terrified of your thoughts, anxious to think if your mind was playing games, could Peter, the Peter Pan really love you? You get the campsite, your heart could pounce out of your chest

“Where is Peter ?!” you yell

“Uhhh? How are we supposed to know?” a lost boy said

“He isn’t here?” you asked

“Peter hasn’t been here since he left with Felix.” a lost boy said

“Well where did they go?” you asked

“How would I know?” he said

“Ugh!” you yell “Swear you boys are no help.” you say and go into the woods, as you get to your thinking spot , it soon becomes dark, and then wolfs start to howl, and the wind starts to shiver up your spine, your shiver but try to ignore it. You watch as the trees dance with each other, you watch as the starts twinkle in the night sky, reminding you of Peter’s eyes, you just smile, and think of him, you think of his lips, he beautiful plump lips, his chestnut hair, his long legs,and his strong arms. You remembered what it felt like to be held in them, they were so warm, it was like as if the fire was warming you up, with his heat he kept you warm, his arms wrapped around your curves ever so perfectly, you soonly remembered “That’s when I fell in love with him.” you said as your start to cry

Dinner was starting and the lost boys were all ready to eat

Peter  was walking with Felix and saw everybody waiting at the table  as he sat down and saw everybody he noticed you weren't there

“What the hell?” he asked

“what’s wrong Pan?” Felix asked

“Where’s Y/n? he asked “Has anyone seen Y/n?” 

Everybody shook their head no

He got up and said “Start dinner, I’ll be back.” he said and he walked to the woods

Searching for you everywhere he became worried, were you okay ? Where were you? Why weren’t you at dinner? Were you mad at him? All these thoughts ran through his head

You were at the edge of the cliff , thinking about everything , and nothing, thinking about the what ifs, and the buts, but mostly the negatives.

How could Peter love you? How could he love some one like you? You’re worthless, you don’t deserve him, you don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve Neverland.

You take a step forward and Peter grabs you and pulls you back and holds you in his arms “Y/n what the hell were you thinking?!” he yells at you

You gasp for air, you were in shock, you didn’t think anybody was around, you were shocked, you were terrified, and grateful for Peter had saved you, once again.

“Y/n what the bloody hell were you thinking? Do you know what could’ve happen to you?!” he says as he holds your face with his hands and your just stand there crying

“Awh love.” he says as he pulls you in and holds you, for a few minutes everything became silent, and it felt for a few seconds that you were flying.

“You have to promise me.” he says as he looks at you

“Promise you what Peter?” you ask as your sniffle

“Promise me that if you are ever going through something to talk to me, or the mermaids, or the lost boys- you know what never mind don’t go to them.” 

You giggle a bit and he smiles at that

“But okay love? Do you promise?” he asked

“I promise.” you say looking down

“How do I know that you’re telling the truth?” Peter asked, his eyebrows knitted in a little worried

“Because I’m - I’m yours.”you almost stutter

“Excuse me?” he asked

“I’m yours.” you cry

“You are mine.” he says as he looks at you up and down, he grabs your chin and then slowly kisses you. Your wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer to you, and he wraps his arms around your waist and starts to bring you in even closer. Your heart starts to pulse quicker and you could feel the butterflies rise up in your stomach. It was like a high that you didn’t want to come down of.

“Can we go to my cabin?” he asked

You nod and he snaps his fingers and you guys are standing near his bed

He picks you up and starts to kiss your neck, not rough, but slowly, he then stops to admire the beauty , looking at you up and down not wanting this moment to ever end

“What?” you ask

“You’re so damn beautiful.” he says as he lay you down on his bed

He takes off his shirt and gets on top of you, your feel his bare stomach on your, you rub his abs, his muscular arms, his veins in his arms and hands, you’re feeling it all, and taking it all in.

Kissing your neck and he goes to your collarbone and you suddenly start to moan softly, Peter enjoyed getting little noises out of you, it was quite pleasurable for him.

Getting down to your stomach you start to squirm and wiggle, a little bit turned o and a whole lot of ticklish .

“You alright ?” he asked

You giggle and shake your head yes

He starts to unbutton your jeans but you quickly stop him

“Peter I’m not ready.” you say 

 He shakes his head in confusion “Y-you aren’t ready ? But you-” 

“Ever since David I just don’t, love myself.” you say as you look down

Peter nods “Okay well , could I try something ?” he asked

“What are you going to try?” you asked

“Just trust me.” he said “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop okay?” he said

You nod trusting Peter

He takes off your jeans and panties, you were already soaking wet, no surprise

He starts to kiss near your heat and then you quickly realize what he’s about to do 

“Peter!” you yell but it is far too late

You are hit with his tongue and you got a warm fire sensation your stomach, nobody has ever , well you know.

Peter was so turned on , the sounds, the moans, the little pants and whimpers you made, the broken moans, sounding like a broken record for that’s all you could do. You were speechless. Your fingers wrapped up and tangled in his hair, but he didn’t mind, he took your pain, because you took his pleasure , you start to arch your back and grabbing a hold of the sheets, begging him not to stop, for you were becoming undone, your legs shaking, your lips would give out little whimpers, you would grind against his tongue, because you wouldn’t get enough , you lasted about 8 minutes until you came, Well Peter wasn’t done. He grabbed you back and your eyes quickly widen 

“Peter!” you yell

“I’m not done.” he simply says

You then grasp his neck , holding on for dear life, biting your lip because you were positive you could scream , he then does this rotation with his tongue and it was almost becoming a game more than pleasure, but then you quickly realize what he is doing.

“Oh my gosh Peter...” you moan

He is spelling out m i n e with his tongue on your clit.

After he made you cum twice he was done

He wiped his mouth and then kissed your cheek.

“I love you my lost girl” he said

“I love you too Peter.” you say as you kiss him back

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 8: Thoughts on 1x10 I Am Become Death

Friday tomorrow. Watching I Am Become Death tonight instead of sleeping.

I don’t think I ever noticed the random severed arm in the Exodus ship wreckage before. Or the random ribs.

I hate to say it but I semi-side with Finn re: the Grounders but he’s otherwise annoying. “Clarke shouldn’t be out here” blah blah whatever--you clearly don’t know her at all because obviously she’d be out there first. Raven gets her better and Raven/Clarke should have been a thing.

“Why they’re coming doesn’t matter anymore”--lol truer words were never spoken. Seriously. And it’s quite sad.

“We move in formation”--what an actual army.

This is one of Jasper’s more annoying scenes, telling the bridge story, but at least he’s acting 15, which I appreciate; also Octavia is semi-more annoying (that’s your friend lol, get over your grumpiness); and also it’s all worth it for the lines “Let us have this” and “my boy’s a folk hero.” (I’m hearing my and you can’t stop me, Netflix subtitles that say the.)

Why would these bozos shoot into the woods when they know they have people out there? I’m surprised they didn’t all friendly-fire themselves to death in season 1.

Remember when this show was creative enough to do stuff like bio warfare? Good times. What happened to that?

I don’t feel remotely bad for anyone who got sick in this episode either (other than Murphy) because banishing him was Grade A stupid and they deserved what they got.

Speaking of not-shining moments, Bellamy’s (completely unbelievable) desire to shoot Murphy dead in the middle of the dropship is ridiculous. I say unbelievable because he absolutely would not have done it and ridiculous because yet again, hate to say it, but Finn and Clarke are right and Bellamy’s position is silliness. Also really dogmatic in an Ark-like way: we said we’d kill in this circumstance so I guess we gotta do it! Not a rebel king moment for sure.

“After we interrogate him we send him back out in the woods, repeating the exact same mistake we already made and that has led to our secrets being shared with our enemy.” LOL nevermind Clarke’s dumb as rocks too. Who wrote this and why do they hate all the characters?

I am not going to talk about the Harper scene because it’s past midnight and I’m trying to be less of a masochist but suffice it to say most people who talk about this scene could stand to, I don’t know, crazy, out there idea here, actually watch it before spouting off their big mouths. Not that I’m BITTER at all or anything.

Also: Monty’s a slut in the making and kind of sexist, he is bad at minding his own business, I want Jasper’s shoes. I may have Jasper’s shoes, just as low tops.

I lied I am talking about it. The way Monty’s expression changes when Jasper tells him to float himself and his sad “I’m just telling you the truth” IS Monty in a nutshell. You ever wondered what the definitive Monty line is? It’s that one. He has no tact and the emotional intelligence of a brick. It’s the truth so what’s wrong with telling it?? Right???

Also here we have an early example of Jasper (a child with emotional intelligence beyond his years) knowing just how to push buttons and show cruelty. Fuck this was quite possibly the best written character on the show and then they drove him into a ditch and I’m so angry. He simultaneously did a 180 in character, and also stayed IC. That’s like the writing dream.

I want a deleted scene where Bellamy gifts Jasper the tent (also btw to people who were simultaneously Bellamy stans and Jasper haters and who like to point to the bridge scene as a knock against my favorite awkward bisexual: Bellamy thought he did the right thing and actually rewarded him for it so...go float yourself as they say). Because I think Jasper, with his Obvious Bellamy Crush, probably almost fainted.

One minute of Clarke/Raven interaction and I get all on the edge of my seat. They get so little.

Few images more iconic than Clarke crying blood.

This Murphy + Clarke + Bellamy scene is Clarke at her finest, and a good example of Bellamy being all-emotion, no-logic tbqh. He’s sure looking fine though.

The Mountain Man in Lincoln’s notebook...

Clarke is so sneaky and gives no fucks. Telling Bellamy she’ll keep O on the third floor and then immediately sending her back out. I mean, again, smart, but one of those moments when I just sincerely wonder how anyone, even Bellamy, can ever REALLY trust her.

Lincoln wants to go “East, to the sea, then across it.” He’s not...really discussing crossing the Atlantic is he? He’s gotta be talking about a different sea. Does he mean like the Chesapeake Bay?? That’s gotta be it. Also Luna’s rig is most decidedly not in Europe or Africa lol.

Dude I think I might have just seen Manny Jacinto. Wild.

Clarke with her blood-eyes and humongous weaponry firing shots into the air is surprisingly hot; this distresses me.

It’s weird how I technically ship Bellarke and quite hard at that but these flirting scenes, or B knocking out the guy threatening Clarke, aren’t doing anything for me. Perhaps because I’m finding Bellamy rather obnoxious--IC but obnoxious--in this particular ep.

I think when Octavia starts helping the sick delinquents is when she decides not to leave with Lincoln but bounces back to feeling an affiliation with the 100.

This is such a deja vu moment for me but I always laugh at Finn’s “you don’t know me very well.” UH YOU THINK?

I’m sorry but Finn doesn’t get enough credit for the blowing up the bridge idea. I know it ended up being a lot more violent than he wanted it to be (tbh this would have been better if he’d been more staunchly pacifist from the get go and then upset when lives were lost to his plan but whatever)--but it was still a good plan.

I guess I can see how people can interpret Monty’s reaction to Jasper’s “flirting” with Harper as jealousy but IMO this is a stretch because if he WERE interested in her why was his main message to his best friend in the earlier scene “You should fuck that pussy”? The more obvious interpretation is that Jasper, who does not have an interest in Harper, is “flirting” with her to mess with Monty and that Monty realizes that or that Jasper isn’t flirting, just actually being nice (I KNOW! A boy! NICE?!?!?) and Monty is interpreting it as a jab at him because he’s in a sour mood and they’re fighting. Regardless, Harper--a character we have literally never seen before this episode--is literally just a pawn for their relationship growth let’s not forget that.

“That’s cute.”

Finn won’t pick up a gun--probably the best evidence that he’s actively a pacifist. Shame an actively pacifistic character hasn’t really existed on this show after S1.

“The men who built the A-bomb thought they were peacemakers too. How’d that work out for them?” Oh how I miss the idea that this show would consider humanity’s rush to its own self-destruction! Or just frankly the framing of the universe as the after-effect of the real choices we really made and are making in the real world, drawn out to their ultimate conclusions. The ALIE story line is, in this sense, even worse than the atrocity of S4 because the retcon just all but elided humanity’s responsibility for its destruction and that just...boils my blood tbqh.

This scene, where Bellamy tells Jasper to take the shot at the bridge, is a great example of Devon Bostick’s Face. Kid has great bones. (He’s actually real life younger than me so I’m allowed to call him a Kid indefinitely that’s the rule.)

Bellamy falling into the tent = me in law school. Also p. sure Jasper’s immune but Bellamy’s concern is nevertheless touching.

Bellamy and O are no Elliot and Darlene but they have their moments.

The Dramatic Zoom In on Finn’s face when Monty tells him that Raven took the bomb is Grade A Hilarious.

Jasper breaks first in the Jonty fight, as I’m sure he always does. No one holds a grudge like Monty. Or is vicious like Monty. “Why don’t you ask your new friends?” is a touch catty and probably the gayest thing he’s ever done (sorry but the boy is canonically straight and always has been...queer him as you wish, I certainly do, but let’s not pretend it’s an interpretation grounded in the text lol.) (What a tangent.)

This is a good Bellarke scene, though. I especially like Clarke’s “Trust? No. I do believe in second chances though”--a good line to remember when trying to keep her IC. (Though I maintain that the idea of second chances and being less judgmental is something she learned in S1, not a pre-pilot trait; see: Wells); and Bellamy’s “Maybe if we close all the doors the Grounders will think we’re not home” like I love that sense of humor.

They’re so rude about Finn and Jasper. Jasper’s a good shot asshats--he saw those Grounders in the last ep. before Bellamy did so suck on that.

Raven with the hydrazine on the bridge is also me in law school.

Jasper and Monty could have been an iconic couple if only this fandom (and this show) were not so dumb.

While I love this Oppenheimer exchange (Bellamy’s voice lol), it bugs me a little that, first, Clarke didn’t build that bomb, shoot it, come up with the idea, or involve herself in the plan at all so cool your jets sick lady you’re not destroying any worlds, and second, it’s not Oppenheimer, it’s Oppenheimer quoting the Bhagavad Gita and I don’t know why that’s so important to me to remember but it really really is. Bugs me every time.

The Mountain Men reference. I guess they saw the mushroom cloud and learn of the delinquents through it...but they already shot down the Exodus Ship. How’d they know about that but not the Dropship? And why didn’t they notice the flares? Why is Lincoln so sure that the cloud will do it?

Lincoln’s got some books in there.

Raven’s comparison of Finn rushing to help Clarke versus hesitating about the bomb isn’t really fair tbqh. I mean it doesn’t matter because their relationship is obviously a farce and she needs to cut him loose, and if that’s what it took, that’s fine. But catching someone who’s falling is an instinct and I don’t think it necessarily has much to do with love or devotion. Whereas Bellamy’s question was about the future and there was no immediate someone-will-crack-their-head-open-on-the-ground-in-a-second danger about it. It wasn’t really an instinctual moment in the same way. Still, drop that dead weight my closet lesbian.

“It’s hard running things” is obviously a call back “It’s not easy being in charge.”

WHY AM I STILL AWAKE IT’S SO LATE.