#jim fucking SMASHED this
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911: Lone Star | Judd Ryder in S4E17
#911 lone star spoilers#911lsedit#judd ryder#tommy vega#i didnt have me caring more about this plot than tarlos' on my finale bingo card but man oh man#jim fucking SMASHED this#and I feel like if it hadn't been the 2hr finale we would see more people appreciating it#but carlos' story kind of eclipsed it a little#but ooh man my heart breaks for judd and wyatt in this episode#the gentle giant cowboy i didnt know i was gonna fall in love with when i started this dumb show#i just wanna give him a hug#my gifs#911 lone star#episode: s04e17 best of men
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Horny Peeping Sister cont
Chapter 5
When Becky arrived home, she found her father in the kitchen wearing an apron and putting dinner on the table. There were only three places set, and Becky guiltily slid into hers.
“Where’s mom?” she asked as her dad set the casserole down in front of her.
“She had a big meeting with a client,” Jim Moon replied, noticing his daughter looked especially radiant. “Do you know where Tom is?”
“Nope,” Becky said quickly, helping herself to the food.
“I guess we’ll start without him, then,” Jim sighed, sitting down himself.
“Yeah, guess so,” Becky mumbled.
As she began to eat, Becky tried to stay calm, but it wasn’t easy. She was relieved that her mother wasn’t there. Somehow her mom always knew when she was lying or trying to hide something. Still, it made her nervous to have to lie right to her father’s face. She wished that Tom would hurry up and get his ass home!
Jim watched his daughter move her food around on her plate, arranging it into little piles and then smashing them flat. Obviously something was on the girl’s mind, and he wondered what it could be. All the time she and Tom had been spending together lately had not gone unnoticed by their usually quiet father. Still, Jim didn’t know exactly how to approach the subject with his daughter, so he just let them finish their meal in silence.
When they were about done, Tom burst in through the back door, school books in hand.
“Sorry dad, I got hung up.” He glanced briefly at Becky. “Where’s mom?”
“She had to work late,” Jim said, noticing the odd way his son looked at Becky.
“We didn’t know how late you’d be so we’ve already finished.”
“No sweat, dad,” Tom said, heaping a mound of food on his plate and then heading for the living room. “I wanted to catch the end of the game anyway.”
Jim didn’t say anything as Tom carried his meal to the couch and turn on the television. Such behavior was strictly prohibited when Julie was home, but since she wasn’t there, Jim saw no reason the boy couldn’t eat wherever he wanted to. Again alone with Becky, Jim pushed back his chair and sighed.
“So, how’s school?” he asked.
“What?” Becky snapped, her mind so far away, reliving the events of the evening, that she didn’t hear her father’s question.
“I just asked how things were going at school.”
“Oh, okay I guess,” Becky said, getting up and carrying their dirty dishes to the sink.
As she swept past Jim, he caught the unmistakable scent of sex wafting from her. Had his little girl just been fucked? he asked himself.
Becky had her back to her father as she scraped the plates off and filled the sink with hot water. Her pussy hurt a little bit from the vigorous finger-fucking Tom had given it, and she shifted her thighs, trying to ease her discomfort. Jim noticed her sexy gyrations and cleared his throat loudly.
“Honey, ah, you’re getting to be quite a young woman, and ah, if there’s every anything you want to talk about, any questions you might have, you know you can come to me and I’ll help you all I can.”
“Thanks, dad,” Becky murmured, her back still to him.
“I know your mother isn’t the kind of person who seems like she’d be easy to talk to about uh, sex, so I want you to know that I’m available to you.”
Becky nodded, her thighs still rubbing together.
As Jim spoke, he got the crazy idea that his daughter was turned on for some reason. He watched her ass rock from side to side ever so slightly and found himself wanting Becky, wanting her very much. Sex with his wife was poor at best and, although he didn’t want to, he began to imagine what it would be like to fuck his own daughter.
“Do you think you know enough about sex?” he asked, his own blunt question turning him on. “I mean, is there anything you don’t understand?”
“I don’t know,” Becky shrugged, pressing herself tighter against the counter.
Was her father coming on to her? Becky wondered. Again her thoughts returned to the people she had watched fucking earlier that evening. She imagined them to have been father and daughter and the idea of actually getting the chance to have that kind of sexual experience herself began to appeal to her. But could she do it? Could her father do it? she wondered.
At that point Jim wasn’t sure himself either. But his daughter drew him like a magnet and he got up and walked over to her. He stood right behind her as she soaped the dishes, his body close enough to her so she could feel his body heat, but not close enough to touch.
“I know it’s none of my business honey,” he said softly, pushing her hair to one side and caressing her bare neck, “but I don’t think you were at your piano lesson tonight. Were you with a boy?”
Becky shrugged.
“Well, it really doesn’t matter,” Jim said, hugging her to him. At first Becky was stiff in his embrace, but when she felt his hard cock against the crack of her ass, she relaxed. Now she knew that he wanted her just as she wanted him.
“You’re right Daddy, I was with a boy tonight,” she whispered, rubbing back against him.
“I hope you didn’t do anything foolish,” Jim panted, his arms holding her tight against him and caressing her curvy sides.
“I didn’t let him fuck me, if that’s what you mean,” Becky said boldly, writhing her ass against his hard-on.
“Have you ever fucked a boy?” Jim asked, his hands moving down the front of her body and to the crotch of her jeans. When she didn’t stop him, he rubbed the crux of her thighs.
“Only one,” she replied, her cunt fucking under her father’s touch.
The top of Becky’s blonde head came to just beneath his chin as he pressed himself against her harder than ever. His hands were between her upper thighs, and he could feel the heat of her hot cunt through the fabric of her jeans. Jim didn’t believe what he was doing, but kept doing it anyway, his hard-on growing stiffer against Becky’s ass.
Becky looked down at her body, and saw her dad’s hands disappearing between her legs. She rolled her head back against him and sighed. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she knew that soon she would be taking her father’s cock, just like the little brunette had. To speed things along, Becky reached down and unzipped the front of her pants.
“You can stop me any time you want to,” her father panted as he accepted her invitation and moved his hands inside her jeans and panties.
Becky sighed and wiggled a bit, easing her pants down around her thighs. Her father’s touch made her tingle, and that surprised her. She would not have thought that anything could make her feel better than the things she had done with her brother.
But her father was very much like her brother only bigger and more experienced. He too, was tall and dark, and Becky relaxed against him, opening herself up to his magical touch.
Jim touched the soft, wet folds of her cunt and sighed with lust. God, what was he doing? Was he out of his mind? But he couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to stop, so he probed the juicy tightness of Becky’s young pussy.
Becky’s hands were limp in the dishwater and her head rolled back against his chest. His cock was throbbing behind her, and she wanted it more than anything she had ever wanted before.
“You gonna fuck me, Dad?” she asked, her voice thick and odd.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yesss, oh yesss!” she sighed.
Jim kept one finger probing at the open flower of her pussy and brought the other back between their bodies and carefully undid his zipper. His cock bobbed up, automatically nudging in between his daughter’s legs.
Becky whimpered when her father fisted his cock and guided it to the opening of her pussy. Becky lifted herself up on the counter slightly to make it easier for him to penetrate her.
Jim gave her a series of short, quick fuck-strokes, feeding his little girl his cock a bit at a time. He could hear the drone of the television, and he remembered that Tom might wander back into the kitchen at any moment. It worried him, but at the moment he was too horny to let anything stop him from finishing the fuck he had just begun.
When the tip of his cock was securely inside Becky, he again took her in his arms and held her up off the floor. Then, with another few lunges, he had her filled with his prick-meat.
“Daddyyyy,” Becky sighed.
Jim braced her against the counter and pumped into her with a vigor he hadn’t felt in years. His wife used to be a good fuck, but lately she’d been too bitchy to even turn him on. He chose just to leave her to her own devices and went his own way. Fucking his own daughter was turning out to be the very best way he’d found to scratch his itch in a very long time.
As he fucked her, Becky felt her pants slipping farther and farther down her legs until they were tangled around her shoes. She felt light and very feminine with her father holding her up in the air while he fucked her. Briefly she wondered if she looked as wanton taking her daddy’s prick as the brunette girl had earlier that evening.
Cunt-juice flowed from Becky’s open pussy and made it easier for her dad to fuck her hard and fast. His pants too rolled down his hips, freeing him for wilder and more wanton fucking. He gripped Becky tightly, holding her up and using her like some kind of fuck-off doll.
Becky sighed and moaned, her father’s cock going deeper inside of her than her brother’s prick ever had. She felt like her father’s prick was touching special places within her, places that had never been touched before. She wiggled around as much as she could, wanting to let him know that she loved what he was doing to her and to beg him not to stop.
But Jim had no intention of stopping, at least not until he came. He nuzzled his face into his daughter’s fragrant hair and nibbled on her white neck as he continued to feed her the many inches of his man-sized prick shaft.
“Am I hurting you?” he panted.
“N-n-n-noooo,” Becky replied, her answer coming out shaky because of his vigorous fucking. “I-I-I love it!”
“Good,” Jim grunted, slamming his cock into her all the way, “because so do I!”
His hard fuck-strokes jammed Becky against the counter, her hips grinding against the tiles. Jim leaned over her and forced her to bend at the waist, bringing her long hair into the soapy water in front of her.
More than ever Becky felt like the fucking couple she had watched. Now, like that girl, she was bent way over with her dad giving her his cock from behind! Becky leaned forward even farther, watching the ends of her hair floating on the greasy, sudsy surface of the dishwater.
When her father fucked into her hard, her clit was ground against the counter with especially pleasant results. Becky rocked forward and back as much as she could, increasing the violence of their fucking motions, and also increasing the contact her sizzling clit recieved.
Jim caught on to what she was doing and began to help her. He lifted her up and leaned against her back, bouncing her clit against the edge of the counter.
Little flutters began to run down her spine and Jim felt them on the inside as well as the outside of her body. His cock was jolted by them and it thrilled him to know that his little girl was so close to coming. He plowed her cunt that much faster, anxious to bring her off.
Becky grabbed the far side of the sink and used it for leverage to fuck back at her dad. His cock continued to trench her out, filling and stretching her pussy-channel like Tom’s young prick never had. She writhed and swooned, her body taking over her mind and fucking of its own volition.
The more extreme the quaking inside of Becky’s cunt became, the more frenzied her father’s fucking became. Jim rolled his eyes and thundered his cock forward, jabbing it between the gripping walls of Becky’s pussy. He could feel from the way his nuts had begun to tingle that it wouldn’t be long before he was coming, too.
“Daddy, I’m gonna come,” Becky panted, as if asking his permission.
“Do it, baby, do it,” Jim grunted, filling her with his prick. “Just let it go!”
Becky’s mouth was open, and she breathed loudly. She gasped and sputtered, her orgasm wracking her body with tremendous shudders. Jim held her tight and continued to fuck her, the tremors in her cunt vibrating his whole body from the cock on up. Together they panted and sighed, the father savoring his daughter’s orgasm almost as much as he would savor one of his own.
Becky pressed her clit tightly against the counter edge and felt the mouth of her pussy opening and closing as if gulping in air. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was bent cruelly over the counter, her face very near to the cooling water.
As her orgasm subsided, Jim took it easy on her, fucking her with tender, stirring strokes that made her coo and sigh. But it cost him dearly, and he could only hold himself back for so long before his body tensed and he let her have it with both barrels again.
“Get ready baby,” he panted, ramming into her with renewed vigor.
“Yes Daddy, I’m ready,” Becky gasped, his weight nearly crushing her.
Like a dog fucking its mate, Jim leaned into his little girl and fed her the last of his exquisite fucking. His cock thundered through the ultra-tight of her freshly climaxed cunt, loving the way the walls of her pussy continued to shudder with soft, stray ripples of ecstasy. Each one thrilled Jim right down to the roots of his hair and spurred him on to fuck Becky that much harder.
The silky interior of her pussy caressed his sizzling prick, and Jim grunted and gasped in frustration and pleasure. The come in his nuts gathered together and then, despite his effort to delay it, came rushing up along the tube of his prick like the tide on the beach and crashed forth, shooting from the tiny hole in the end of his prick with incredible force and volume.
“Ahhh, gahhhh, fuck!” he gurgled, burying his sobs of release in her long, silky hair.
Becky felt like she might explode from the strength of his climax. She felt the cream decorate her insides with its whiteness and warmth. Even coming with her own brother had never been like this!
For several seconds her father shuddered against her back, his cock bucking around inside her. Then, gradually, she felt him relax and his cock begin to slip from her, greased with a thick stream of his escaping jizz. An inch at a time Jim lowered her to the floor and her toes had just touched when she heard her brother’s voice.
“Jesus mother-fucking Christ!” Tom exclaimed, his milk glass crashing to the floor. “Damn!”
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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.1
Cynthia and John are worse and crazier for admitting what they admitted in the bio. But Jane and Paul are not exempt.
Will forever love this pic of Paul and Julian. He does not look like the fun uncle. He looks tired and dependable. Just stepped out of the womb as a father, didn't he? The sperm that fertilized his egg probably passed some fatherly advice and hair tussles to the other sperm as it passed them.
They should've bought the fucking island.
They never look more like a couple than when the women they're actually dating are right next to them.
The India footage actually looks so beautiful. Obviously it's a beautiful place, but they all genuinely look so free and at peace there. It really could've been so good for them. Getting enlightened, getting soberish, growing closer as a band, taking a much-needed rest. It should've been good.
The music choices in this documentary! The drastic shift from, “all you need is love” and “the dream I had was true” and “I don't need much to set me free.” to Paul leaving to “yes I'm lonely. Wanna die.” “I'm going insane.” “Look at me. Who am I supposed to be?” 8d8 psychic damage. And the thing is it's real. John really did flip a switch, just like that.
Smashing my head into a wall. It's the same as Yoko's quote about how ‘nobody hurt John more than Paul.’ Really Pete? Worse than after his mum died? Really Yoko? More than that drunk cop? Paul, what the fuck did you do to him in India, seriously, because at this point in the doc I can't accept the theory that it was just some lack of communication, I just can't.
It's also telling to me that when John's losing it, everyone's solution is some time alone with Paul. Nobody panic. Paul can fix him. Little do they know Paul's the one that broke him. Or maybe they do know and that's only another reason they know Paul's the only man for the job?
Old-fashioned ad voice: You liked Protective Jesus Scandal Paul? You'll love Protective LSD Scandal John! Really. Before the question is even out, he's making fun of it. I think he cuts off the interviewer at least three times with jokes before he can get the sentence out, and by the time he is, Paul's giggling too hard to feel bad about his little PR fuck-up.
Then he lets Paul talk a bit before jumping back in, this time with his Hard Man suit on. It's just so good. A testament to their unconditional love, really. Because, clearly, Paul's just hurt John pretty bad. And yet, here John is. Using every trick he's got to defend his friend.
But actually, though John is supposedly the one everyone's worried about, Paul's doing a pretty shit job of being the “stable” one. This entire press tour he's either fucking blazed and laughing at everything or disassociated and not contributing.
(((except during that political discussion – again! Paul secretly has actual thoughts on actual things?!)))
But for the most part, John's absolutely holding down the fort. I wonder if this is another case of everyone – all their friends and business associates, just like we as a fandom still do now – assuming John is the problem child, and Paul's the strong one, but actually they're both both.
Back to the political interview. They're just so in sync. Finishing each other's sentences when you're talking about the weather or your shared work is one thing. Finishing each other's sentences on complex topics like why poor whites often vote bigots in or the cause of rampant misinformation is quite another.
“Letting his dad cut his hair at sixteen, seventeen.” You all know that John hates Jim quote.
John: so there's war, and vegetables. There's relativity and absolute. Paul (absolutely smitten): that's great Johnny. Int: that's rather hard for people to interpret. John: well if they can't interpret it now, maybe they will later..... 1. John really was extremely intelligent. 2. That last statement sums up Beatles historiography.
Paul really just Won't be alone with John, will he? Well, two can play at that game, Paul, and John's going to win, let me tell you.
But he's going to do one last panic grab for attention first.
I really do think if John had done something like that *before* Paul would've given him that attention. Told him he's being insane and taken him home to splash some cold water on him or something and then given him whatever softness Paul was capable of. But not anymore.
I wonder if Paul could go back to 1966 if he just wouldn't have taken John to that Indica show where he met Yoko. If he would've just said “okay John, sure, let's just stay home and trip on the couch tonight.” I don't know.
Anyway, Yoko gets an A+ for persistence. Imagine being Paul, George, or Ringo, though, and John is suddenly madly in love with this woman whose been begging you all (and then him specifically) for a platform for over a year? It would be weird to say the least.
John: don't you hate me? I'm crazy, you know. Paul: no I don't hate you. John: aren't you pissed at me now, Paul? Even a little bit? Paul: I'm very proud of you. It's the unstoppable force (“Don't ‘nore me, Mimi!”) vs the immovable object (“I learned to put a shell around me”.) Someone get them some professional help before they nuke the whole world.
“There is, however, a desire to get power in order to use it for good.” One of those quotes that just really lets you see a person, you know? Benevolent dictator Paul.
Yoko, why are you talking about how bad your boy doesn't want to fuck you right in front of all his closest friends and on record for posterity? If you have to be talking about your sex life, shouldn't you be lying about how insanely horny he is for you? Oh, right, she will think of that, just not yet.
And then she waxes poetic about how turned on John is when he's working on music with Paul. Cool. Smart. Thanks for that, though, genuinely.
And Then (gosh, Yoko is such an asset to Beatles history when she's not actively spreading misinformation. Everyone give her a hand) she goes on about how Paul goes out of his way to make her feel respected and even valued. Compare that to John and Linda, anyone? And I want to be clear, I'm not saying this means John cares too much and Paul doesn't care at all, which might be the surface read. I just think John's reaction was to scream in everyone's face that he was in pain and Paul's was to insist ad nauseam that he was fine. You know?
#paul mccartney#the beatles#john lennon#mclennon#ringo starr#george harrison#yoko ono#linda eastman#ulm#understanding lennon mccartney
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Sooo do you think if the rise turtles had a human or fluffy mutant so when it’s cold and snowy and the heatings not working, do you think they’d brag to the other turtles that their s/o is their own personal oven and their brothers should be jealous? (Donnie messages them to brag about this rather than speak it in person. Probably locked him and his s/o in his lab so Leo can’t fuck with them in revenge). Also can I get something on s/o offering their turtle cuddles in bed cuz s/o is 100% fine and their boyfriend are freezing?
Thank you for this request!! I really love this one Ilysm <33
Ice cold
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You met the turtles through big mama. Let me explain. When big mama asked the turtles for help and they set off for the task, you were called into her office. You knew this wasn’t good. As you sat down in her chair you could feel all her eight eyes on you.
“Hello fluffy-poo I have just sent some turtles out to do a curtain job for me. I want you to help me capture them when they get back here. Understand?” You froze. You didn’t like her plans you only stayed here because you had no place to go to. People hated your kind. Mutants. Well you were actually a yokai. A very fluffy yokai. “But big mama I don’t really wan-“ you could barely finish before she interrupted you. “Are you disagreeing with me? After all I have done ! I gave you a place to say , your my best fighter you know. I want you to do great things fluffy-poo don’t you get that?” You looked down and nodded. You felt sick helping her , but she gave you a place to stay when no one else would. She’s the reason your probably not dead right now. As the turtles came in you took the ooze-squitos from the red ones hand you couldn’t help but listen to their words. “She’s…. Adorable” *your turtle of choice* whispered. You smiled at you contemplated giving the green coloured bugs to big mama. Her smirk to you and signal meant you now had to try and capture them. The two body guards moved towards them and the turtles, they could fight !! Pretty well. As they got thrown onto the floor you held off the guards. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING Y/N , I have you home and I can take it!!” You pushed the guards away and knocked them out one by one. The turtles watched in awe as you fought so well ! As you fought the last guard you ran the turtles to help them up. You turned on the elevator and pushed them inside. “Go , get out of this place ! It’s not safe for you. I will take care of big mama.” They gave you a sympathetic look as they all ran to the elevator. The orange one turned around to see you smash the glass bottle of the ooze-squitos and sent big mama into a hissy fit. You turned around to see the brothers running to you as big mama tried to strike you. You ran with a confused look on your face. “We can’t just leave you in here with her, not after you just saved us” you smiled and thanked them. You all moved into the elevator going down to your room to grab your stuff. You only came last month so you still had your suitcase full of things. You Grabbed it and ran with them. Suddenly the blue turtle seemed to have met up with you guys and gave you a questioning look as you ran outside the hotel. The 3 brothers explained what happened and they all took you to their lair. Later that day you met April. Who happened to be your childhood best friend! You two bonded quick and she soon let you stay now at your guys apartment. But , one of the turtles really caught your eye. And apparently you caught their eye as well! You two started talking and now you’re dating ! He loves your fluffiness and your warmth ever since winter came around…
Raph❤️
- he would absolutely love it
- He would text you to come over just because he is cold
- He would be a bit scared about you catching on his spikes but you prove him wrong
- Because your so so fluffy you couldn’t even feel the spikes!
- Cuddle and Jupiter Jim marathons in the winter are to die for
- Also I see him coming up behind you while your doing something and just brushing his face in your fluffiness
- In his eyes , your his personal heater during those chilly months
- When you come over when it cold he would brag about how no one else will get warm because he has his own heat pack
- You!
- They would all roll their eyes at him but once you two get to his room , you two are not coming out soon
- You love it due to your fluffiness being too much warmth so he is the perfect temperature to cool you off while he gets warmed up
- He would carry you around just so he can be close to you and feel the heat!
Mikey🧡
- in my opinion he is the coldest turtle out of the four brothers
- Once he actually realises that your a walking heater
- He will none stop cling to you
- He is just walking around freezing when he sees you cooking
- Mikey would climb your back just to get a piece of your fluffy warmth
- Cuddle sessions after a mission are amazing
- He would always fall asleep on your chest
- The brothers would soon catch on to what he was doing
- The clinginess seemed a bit too much for mikey
- They felt your fur and soon became aware of Mike’s little secret
- He was the coldest turtle by touch , but with you he felt as though your heat could lull him to sleep
- Would defo go on the brothers group chat and brag about how warm he is
- Especially when it snows
- That boy is all over you
- He loves you very much
Leo💙
- omg
- This boy.
- When he finds out your secret heat
- He is all over you
- He would send photos to his brothers of you two cuddling captioned “you guys feel that ? Oh yeah sorry would that be the cold because I definitely can’t 👹”
- Leo would wait at your apartment freezing as ever
- When you walk through the door he is sweet talking you to the couch
- He is smooth , ngl 😩
- He would set you on the couch and fall asleep on your chest floof
- ok , so you have two options
- One take a pic and use it as blackmail
- Orr you can leave him be
- Because he is not going to get up anytime soon
- Sooo get some popcorn because you are in for a long ride
- He would run up and hug you just to feel your floof and heat
- He is physical touch depending
- So you two are a total power couple
Donnie 💜
- as he spends the most time in his lab
- It’s is naturally cold in there
- Soo he did the next best thing
- He has a heater in their
- But one time
- During New York’s biggest snow season yet
- After a huge explosion in his lab
- It broke his beloved heater
- As he sat in his lab
- Inevitably waiting his cold doom
- That’s when you walk in with some hot coffee
- You see him on the ground shaking
- His body Aches for warmth
- You help his get up onto his seat
- You instantly know what to do
- You put the coffee on his desk
- Which he thanks you for
- And sit in his lap
- At first he stiffs up, but when you tap your arms around him he gives in
- He finally felt warmth for what felt like the first time ever
- He hugs you back and falls asleep with his head atop of yours
- Now , he texts you a secret code to indicate he wants warming up
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Hope you guys enjoyed this one
Phew ! Another one done !! Keep the requests coming !!
#rottmnt x y/n#rottmnt mikey x reader#rottmnt raph#rise donnie x reader confession#rottmnt x reader#rise raph x reader#yandere rottmnt#raph x reader#mikey x you#leon x reader#rise leo x reader#rottmnt
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Bottle It Up: the most tangible theme in OFMD s2
So looking at s2 through the (super fucked up) lens that Jim asking Frenchie “How are you handling all of this so well?” And Frenchie responding by saying he puts all the terrible things in a box in his mind and never opens it again was the lesson everyone was supposed to learn this season and like, that’s there in the text more than anything else and I hate that.
Frenchie is handling everything well because he’s putting it in the box and never addressing it again.
Izzy finally says he has love for Ed, everyone is worried about him, the atmosphere is toxic and suggests talking it through and Ed goes on deck and points a gun at everyone as he asks them to talk about it, and when Izzy finally does address the reality of things and speaks Stede’s name aloud he gets shot in the leg.
Lucius isn’t talking about what happened. Avoidant about the Rat Boy name at first, says he fell off the ship, can’t remember when he picked up smoking.
Stede asks Lucius to talk to him about what happened after he was pushed off the ship, and Lucius starts to and almost immediately Stede runs away saying to save the rest for Pete.
Lucius says he talks to Pete and Stede says “please tell me you held back on some of the darker stuff” and Lucius confirms he did because Pete got nauseous and started crying.
Lucius tells Stede he should look past the man he loves and examine all the awful things he did, but Stede brushes it off and doesn’t do that.
No one will tell Stede they killed Ed. (Arguably this is for their own safety as well but it fits the whole “we’re not talking about the hard stuff” theme so I’m including it)
Ed finds out Stede went home to Mary through Anne Bonny. Stede begins to try to explain but instead, Ed smashes his chair against the wall and walks off. They have a very brief conversation with mention that Stede was kidnapped by Chauncey then watched him die.
Ed gives his influencer non-apology that was clearly written by Stede to the crew, and everyone but Lucius and Izzy seem to have forgiven him. During the “apology” Jim talks about how it made them feel and Stede shushes them so Ed can keep not apologizing. Afterward, for some reason, Jim says immediately says “I thought it was pretty solid for him” Archie says that’s how it goes in situations like this, Roach has never heard an apology before so they’re all good apparently now.
Lucius pushes Ed off the ship but isn’t okay yet. We’re addressing the trauma here and trying to make it right (even if it’s in a messed up way); we’re finally talking about it directly, but Lucius isn’t okay after this.
Fang tells Ed he’s not mad at him because he got it all out of his system when they beat him to death.
The whole Lucius/Izzy exchange “A shark did this to me. Dangling my legs over the side of the ship, served me right too.” “Okay, that seems healthy. Using a bit of fiction to cover up your trauma.” “Not moving on is worse.” (Another point at which Lucius wants to resolve trauma and he’s told no, don’t talk about it)
Lucius is clearly coping poorly and tries again to talk to Pete about how he almost died and Pete says he should find him when he’s no longer thinking about his trauma (“find me when Blackbeard isn’t living rent free in your head”) and that Lucius should talk about how he lived instead. Lucius then seems to decide that he’s fine, proposes to Pete, and is seemingly okay after that. (5th point in the story when Lucius tries to talk about something to heal and is told no in some way, and here is when he finally seems to moves on and is played as “better” after this)
Izzy’s drinking a lot even after he’s not totally dysfunctional like at the end of ep4.
The only Ed apology to Izzy is “Sorry about your leg.” With no eye contact as he’s walking away. To which Izzy responds “Fuck off.” After Ed’s out of ear shot.
Stede suggests Ed can absolve himself of everything by “turning the poison into positivity” and selling his treasure he got during the time he was abusing the crew to buy party supplies. Stede later says at the party that yes, Ed has achieved turning the poison into positivity, though Ed has done nothing by throw money at the problem.
Stede ignores Ed’s warning about not being able to come back from killing in cold blood and kills Ned Low.
Stede is visibly upset and Ed goes to check on him and begins to start talking, but Stede wordlessly grabs him and slams him up against a wall and then they have sex (which Ed has requested to wait on) instead of talking about it.
Ed decides he’s leaving to become a fisherman because Stede is infamous now and Ed’s been wanting out of that life so there’s a brief disagreement where not much is said and then he leaves.
“I’m sorry I was such a dick.” Is the biggest apology we’ve gotten all season. It’s immediately dismissed as “you’re not a dick. Life’s a dick.”
No one in the crew seems to be mourning Izzy’s death and we as the audience seem expected to move on from it very fast. Avenging his death is proposed by Zheng but then it cuts to nope, we’re done with that and we’re inn keepers now instead. Put the terrible thing you’ve seen in the box and never open it again.
I’m definitely sure I forgot some of these and it felt at first that these were being set up to be played negatively because this is the don’t-bottle-it-up/healing-from-our-traumas show but that just doesn’t play out. Like so much of it’s either dismissed without reason, played as a joke, or framed as acceptable and the fact that I could pull so much more of this stuff out of the text than I could any other potential thematic element does has me just so baffled. I don’t know what to do with it.
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Not Just A Trinket / Izzy Hands Imagine
Request: hi! ur writing is EVERYTHING btw. ur an amazing writer. you mentioned you wanted to write for izzy hands again and i have a request– feel free to ignore if it's not what ur looking for :) maybe izzy hands x reader where the reader has a small gift for him (a little trinket, a beaded crystal bracelet– something they made for him) but they're WAY too anxious to give it to him because they're scared he won't like it so they end up just carrying it around, trying to build up the courage to give it to him pfft
AHHH thank you so much my lovely, that's so sweet of you, and so is this idea!!! :3 Also I know I'm a little early in the timeline mentioning Davy Jones but I like to think of Izzy as a trendsetter ;)
Warning: mentions of fighting/ injury and strong language, some sexual innuendo!
(I do not own OFMD or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @nadsdraws.)
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Izzy Hands was beginning to detest feeling like this.
He would rather charge sword first at a horde of raging Englishmen: would prefer to scrabble and scrape and scratch through the eye sockets of thousands of the Spanish with naught but his bloodied fingernails. Hell, even grovelling under the sole of the snivelling wreck that now possessed his former boss like a twisted nightmare, a horrid regret, would be preferable. If his hand wasn't too firmly attached to tangled rope of one of the shrouds in a death grip, if his glove wasn't close to bursting at the seams with how tightly he was gripping, he had half a mind to draw his dagger out of its scabbard and gouge his heart out right there and then.
He looked furious. So much so, that Roach was quick to side step him as he hopped down the steps with fresh sewing materials in his hand, giving a final look back at the intent man who only bared his teeth at the cook in response. Valuing his life, or at least the ability to keep all his fingers, if the sight of the keen blade being twisted between Izzy's free fingers told him anything, Roach is quick to recoil back and raise a concerned eyebrow in Wee John's direction. He in turn just rolls his eyes and lowers his head back to his sewing, but the rest of Stede's crew are astute enough, from where they're lingering around the deck, to notice the thick tension brewing like cold shivers of electricity in the air. Even Jim and Oluwande were giving each other side eyes, pausing their hammering at the helm to dart their eyes to their side and trace the path of Izzy's line of sight.
It never wavered. Every time they looked, it never changed. He had spent the last two hours gaping sourly towards the edge of the quarter deck. Gawking solely at you, without a single movement, without a single flicker outside the bubble where you hunched.
You thought he was angry at you for arranging a special outing for Ed and Stede at Datura Grotto, finally indulging in finding a way for them to spend some time alone after your Captain had begged and hounded you for days; he had become so accustomed to bursting through doors trying to find you and ask for your help, that the poor daunted man nearly burst into tears when he smashed your bedroom door into your nose and nearly broke it. The rest of the crew believed he was plotting something: trying to pick out the quieter members of their friends first, as payback for being stuck on this so called 'straight out of Davy Jones' arsehole' of a ship for so long.
Izzy, though. Izzy knew he was smitten. And he fucking hated it. He hated feeling so vulnerable.
Out of all the crew members still pretending to mill about, only Lucius was daring enough to purse his lips and look brazenly back at Blackbeard's first mate. Only Lucius, in fact, was feeling equally brave, and equally vexatious that fine afternoon to muster up the courage to slide up beside him. 'Someone in a bad mood today, are we?'. He taps the ships railing with the point of his nail, the broom he had been pretending to sweep splintered pieces off the floor a moment ago soon forgotten about as he leans it against the side of the ship. He replaces the loss by dropping his hand to his hip, cocking his head and smiling at an increasingly agitated looking Izzy. 'Would it have anything to do with that fine young sea farer over there by any chance? How romantic, Dizzy Izzy. Oh, I do love a good fix-me-up-'
Oh, he was enjoying this.
Izzy's quick to snap, not even bothering to look in Lucius' direction. 'Fuck off, before I do you a favour and cut that little seducing tongue out of your mouth for you.' Lucius watches Izzy's fingers tighten into leather clad black balls on the rope ladder, and doesn't need a second warning to trot off back towards his friends again. With a final wide eyed look of shock, he turns back to Black Pete and shrugs, holding his hands up as if to say that he tried his best.
All the while, you just keep your gaze steady out and onto the brewing horizon of the sea, watching as foam shook out like reaching hands around your ankles as they across cut through the wave crests, only the salty sting of thrumming silence keeping you company underneath his watchful gaze. The beaded necklace you had spent the last week or so threading together, carefully crafted by trembling fingers and a bit tongue during long evenings spent in your hammock, was beginning to feel like an anchor weight in your pocket. You tried to distract yourself with mundane, idle chit chat with a very thankful Lucius, who had swung over to your side after Pete convinced him to go scouting out for some more gossip. Swinging his legs between the latches of the port quarter, he merrily took the hammer you were idly holding from your hand and began to 'fix up the ship', his wrist barely moving as he turned to you with a scheming smile.
'So, do you know what's going on then? Why Izzy's acting like this? I swear, that man. If he doesn't bend over right now and try to get that stick out of his arse, he's going to be a miserable sad sack of repressed irritation forever. He's like a jack in the box. I swear to god, I'm just waiting for him to burst.' The tone of his voice sounds almost worried, but Lucius is smiling and waggling his eyebrows the whole while. 'That would be kind of funny, actually. I've always imagined him as a stamper. Or maybe a screamer-'
You have no idea what to say, not understanding Lucius' oh so unsubtle hints, so you just run your fingers over the bulge in your pocket once more and chime in to his rant from time to time with a disinterested 'hmm' or distracted 'oh, yeah. Definitely.' It really didn't help that you were beginning to blush the same champagne hue as the bubbles between your toes with how gravely Izzy was staring at the side of your face. It was growing increasingly harder not to give into the temptation: to not just swing your head around and meet his hard-set eyes head on.
Once he realises you're dead set on staying right there, away from him, hiding in the corner all day, he sighs and let's go of the sails, marching off to do another impromptu inspection of the boarded vessel. It's an easy distraction: yelling orders at Wee John, spitting insults at Roach as he scurries out of Izzy's way, stealing the Swede's cup out of his hand and spraying beads of coffee around Buttons' feet. All of it was a Grade A fantastic distraction, and Izzy was hell bent on forgetting just how quickly time had gone by that day: Ed and the moronic, sappy, massive twat of an arse Stede would be back from their foliage constitutional any minute now, and Izzy was acutely aware that he was running out of both minutes, and chances to ask you to take a walk with him on the island himself. He had spent far too much of the morning wasting away, leaning his back on Stede's antique armoire and watching you with crossed arms: like a weathered statue, the growing umbra he cast somehow seeming to reach its tendrils out and blanch the fringes of the doorway. Even Fang and Ivan had been too terrified to come near him, and so he had been left alone. A silent sentinel, trying to figure out why the fuck his heart was cracking against the cage of his ribs and tearing their ligaments to shreds.
You hadn't exactly made things any easier for the man: feeling so intimated, you had spent the whole morning begging your friends to whisk you away from him at the first sign of danger. Whether that meant ducking behind Frenchie's lute like a crab, or hiding like a bulky turtle under the large bit of crimson cloth Oluwande was fiddling with the tassels of, you had used any form of escape to save you from the embarrassment of having to be near him. To let him see how flustered you became just at the overwhelmingly intense pressure you felt in the air any time he swaggered over to your side: to hide the fact that your eyes would widen in abject horror, your breath hitching any time the back of his gloved hand would 'accidentally' brush against your wrist as he went on his merry way, pretending it was all by accident. That it was all just a little game to him.
Little did you know, that he was feeling exactly the same way. The one time he had dared to come over to you that day had been an unmitigated disaster. He thought he was being... well, as kind as he possibly could be by slapping you on the shoulder and saying 'how good of a job you're doing.' He was nodding his head between every word, that jilted, simpering smile on his face as he supplemented his sentiment with an incredibly heartfelt 'at least Y/n knows how to do a fucking thing on this ship, not like you lot of useless fucking fuckers they have to work with. The rest of you are embarrassing, really.' He went to walk away, the side of his wrist glancing against the back of your hand as he finished with a breathless 'you lot could learn a thing or two from Y/n.'
He had staggered away from you as if mortally wounded, tongue bitten between his teeth as he tried as nonchalantly as possible to make his way back to the stern of the ship. While you were busy trying to bury your head down into your chest and avoid the smirking faces of Lucius and Pete, you happened to notice from the side of your eye that with each step Izzy was ringing out his hand. To your surprise, he used his teeth to rip his glove off, tucking it under his armpit as he wrangled with his fingers; he couldn't stop every cell burning as if it had just been reeled under the bottom of the ship. Couldn't understand why his fingertips wouldn't stop shaking as he flexed them.
Lucius was right. He was about to erupt, and he wondered if he'd ever be alright again.
It took until the sun nearly bowing over the jaded unicorn surmounting the anterior of the Revenge for you to find the courage to finally slink away from your convenient hiding spot to go over to Izzy. Well, that and the feel of Lucius literally dragging you up by the wrist and giving you a well meaning shove in the back towards the helm.
'Oh, fuck me', Izzy hisses as he watches you approach, turning his back to you to hide how flustered he was becoming with each tugging step at his heart you take towards him. He nearly jumps high enough to fall face first off the side of the boat when he feels your hand tentatively tap his shoulder, but he manages to inhale sharply and compose himself as best as he can before he flicks his eyes to look at you.
'I-uh-', you swallow thickly, shakily drawing your hand away from him and tucking it behind your back. 'I-, uh. I, I mean, I-'. The two of you, a far change of pace from usual, can barely keep your eyes on each other.
You feel like throwing your shoe at Lucius when you register the all too familiar sing song-y chime of his voice murmuring 'say something!' from behind your back. 'Or I swear to god, I'll kiss the man for you!'
'Well, I-', you start again, shooting the most vicious glare you could strangle out of you back at your friend. With a final sigh, you continue: 'I saw your necklace, and I don't mean to pry- but since you're always wearing black, which of course is incredibly cool, I just- well, I thought it needed a burst of colour.' Without a second thought, you scramble to pull your makeshift necklace out of your trousers, and shove the glistening glass emeralds and burnished pearls into his fist.
'It's just a silly thing, really. I saw Stede fixing Ed's red fabric and I just thought... well, you don't have to wear it. It's just a trinket, it's stupid. Really, you don't have to wear it. I'm sorry-'. After a pause, the burning sensation is enough to make you turn on your heel and bashfully start to make a break for the Rec Centre, just to get as far away from him as possible.
'It's not just a trinket.' The softness of his tone, despite how harshly he sounds out the letters makes you swivel back in surprise. He takes the opportunity to take a step forward and grab onto your wrist. He tugs you closer, until you're standing dangerously close to him: if he were to inhale deeply now, to puff his chest out just a tenth of an inch, your belly buttons would be tightly pressed upon each other. You can already feel his buttons strain against your shirt as he whistles out through bunched teeth, the breath sharp and warm against the side of your jaw. 'Don't say that. Never say that. It came from you, so it's not-... just, don't say that.'
He blinks, slowly releasing his viper grip.
'I like it. I really do. Thank you.' He motions awkwardly with a flick of his fingers to the side of his neck. 'Would you mind? With the gloves, I'm... not very good with clasps. Haven't, haven't used one in a long time.'
You can't stop your head from nodding, feeling like a wound up spring toy as you unfurled his fingers again and took the gift back. With a final swallow, you try not to turn cerise as you gently roll down the collar of his shirt. It folds easily down over his vest, until your bare fingers are dragging over the naked line of skin on his neck, just teasingly hiding the tense muscles of his upper back.
'You really didn't have to do this for me, you know.'
'Yeah... but I wanted to. You're not as much of an arsehole as Stede tries to make out.' You manage out a giggle, before you're back to biting your bottom lip in concentration, brushing a few strands away from the back of his head.
He wants to say more, but his voice chokes in the back of his throat like rifting water, his mouth trembling as your fingers brush over the coiled grey hairs bristling at the nape of his neck. It feels like a red hot poker is being dragged across his skin; he shivers at the feeling, a tight coil rolling across his limbs before settling uncomfortably heavy in the pit of his stomach.
He looks like he's about to weep when you take a step back, reaching up with a final pat to make sure the little metal swallow that adorns the centre of your necklace is lying perfectly against his breast. You may have lingered there a little longer than necessary... long enough for your palm to begin burning against the firm muscle of his pec, and for Lucius to draw out an enunciated wolf whistle, but it was definitely worth it. Even the sound of Frenchie snickering from the barrel he was perched on down on the deck was drowned out by the thrumming toll in your ears: by the sound of Izzy's sharp breath piercing your ear as he wavered uneasily on the spot. He didn't want to move away from you, not yet. He could barely even hear them. For the first time in his life, he didn't even fucking care. All he could focus on, over the bridge of his nose - through the gentle curls of his tired eyelashes, was you.
He was intoxicated - but even worse, he was finally beginning to understand. By god, he wondered. What the fuck had you done to him? Could this really be what Edward feels? Could anyone, really, feel this much?
'I hear swallows are meant to bring good luck', you state with bated breath, fingering the charm you had picked up from a market stall at the Republic of Pirates for a final time. It had reminded you almost immediately of Izzy: a hidden treasure, glistening white-gold, like fresh sunlight flitting across the glitter combs littered across the sea beds. It had been well buried within piles of muck: old straw, rotten bits of moulding fruit, bloodied bones twisted into odd shapes that you could barely recognise, but it had been lying there. Waiting just for you. A needle in the haystack. The final piece of the puzzle.
Izzy's breath draws in sharply as you absentmindedly begin to brush your pointer finger up and up: tracing the edge of his jaw line before rolling over the same bird tattoo lacing his neck, your eyes still drawn to the gap between his shirt where his Adam's apple lay tautly.
'Yes. Very good luck', he states, amazed he even found his voice. Surprisingly, he doesn't even try to pull away. He lets you trace your finger over the beak, gliding across the round belly until they're dancing teasingly over its tail. In fact, without his wonderous, dipped eyes looking away from you, he seems to be tilting his head in time, allowing you easier access to brush against his skin and steal his soul with every movement.
Before he has time to think of the repercussions of what he was about to do, the leather of his gloves flex around your cheeks and Izzy Hands has bowed his back down over you, lips knocking against yours. It's terse, and rather urgent in its forcefulness; it was both a slip of outrageous passion, and a terse reminder of his years out of practice feeling any sort of physical affection, and yet you couldn't help but brush up even closer to the man. He welcomes you eagerly, even though this eternity lasted only a moment: with his thumb, he tilts the jut of your chin up so he can lick his tongue against your bottom lip all the more easily. His knee slides forward until it knocks against your own, lurching you forward and saving him the embarrassment of having to voluntarily admit to his weakness and slide his other hand around the pulse point of your neck, until he was cradling the bone of your shoulder.
He finally draws back, his tongue darting out to lick along the edge of his top lip. 'Yeah, very lucky indeed.' He seems sorrowful to be letting go of you, but the loud whistling and snorting that begins to bounce back and forth between Stede's crew snaps Izzy back to himself. With a final glance back down to your lips, he struts off to pick up Lucius' long abandoned broom and starts chasing him across the ship with it.
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okay I'm with you the "forgiveness does not have to be earned" thing but I think you're missing what the show is telling us: Izzy becoming part of the crew happens before 2x4-5. Jim says "he's our dick" in the first episode! Fang is heartbroken when he's shot! The narrative suggests that he's advocated for their interests with Ed, and he saves them by stopping Ed from firing a cannon into the mast. This strikes me as more of a narrative about community/solidarity than one about unearned grace.
ah no worries i see where you have misunderstood me. i agree that there is, at the very least, solidarity between izzy and ed's crew in eps 1 - 3. of course, the "he's our dick" line comes because archie has asked why jim and frenchie even care about izzy who seems like kind of a dick - archie doesn't know him and doesn't really care about him and is kind of baffled that anybody does, so you know there's still quite a bit of distance between the crew generally and izzy. i think izzy feels responsible for them more than he feels like he's a part of them - "we cannot let this crew suffer any more for our mistakes." so his relationship to the crew is still very much dependent and tied up in his relationship with ed. this also plays into the crew's treatment of izzy versus ed - izzy is a lesser source of conflict to the crew specifically and they also didn't have as much of an emotional connection to him prior to the kraken era, so his position lacks the feeling of betrayal that ed's has. but yeah sure i agree that there's a level of solidarity there.
in ep four though, izzy is separate from the crew. physically, even - he's hanging out at the forepeak with the unicorn figurehead getting smashed. he's not included in ed's crews cleaning of the deck, and he's not included in stede's crews attempt to cheer up ed's crew. he hides in his room alone and when they knock on his door he shouts and tells them to fuck off and says they're harassing him.
this is why the note and leg scene is so good. it's the crew extending a hand to someone who hasn't earned it, and telling him he has a position among them - as a figurehead, no less. they see izzy and what he needs (a leg and a purpose) and they give it to him. that's about the crew deciding what kind of crew they'll be. he takes it. that's about izzy deciding to join them.
so when i say that the crew accepts izzy into their fold in eps four and five, it's different from what was going on in eps 1-3 for three reasons: 1) it's collective, from both ed and stede's crews, now united and from a position of safety, and 2) izzy's no longer viewed as being aligned with blackbeard by the crew and/or by himself, and 3) izzy is physically and emotionally separated from the crew at the start of ep four.
as far as community/solidarity over unearned grace - i guess i disagree that these are that kind of distinct as concepts? community always involves a level of unearned grace.
the point is that it's in extending grace to izzy that the crew forms their community - their acceptance of izzy, who has now separated himself from the crew, into the fold is what drives them to work together and become a cohesive unit - and establishes its values - if you need help, we will help you, if you need kindness, we will be kind, if you need purpose, we will give you purpose.
that's growth, baby!
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The Young Years PT 3
Summary: This is a prequel to "Shit Interview" in the "Out of My League" series. Read about Bruce and Y/N in their troubled teens. What about their past makes them work so well together? You'll find out. (Hint: they've both been through major struggles.)
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader
a/n: Death and blood. Also, Bruce is all the drama. [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]
Caught [B(19) Y/N(17)]
First, it was selling illegal car parts. Then, it was modifying cars illegally. Then, it was racing. Y/N didn't have to worry about money anymore, but she still kept appearances up at Dorthie’s Flowers with Carrie; she didn’t want to look suspicious. The house was paid off, the utilities were paid, and she started saving money for her brothers' school funds. She was set, and even better, she was a winner.
Ronnie taught her how to properly drive at 13. The lot for the mechanic shop was pretty big, and honestly, there were barely any cops in this part of town. The only rule was don’t go past the narrows. Once she hit 14, she was starting to get good. After modifying cars, she’d head out and watch the races, watch the different moves people made with their cars, recreate them on cars they were working on, and if they got fucked up, she’d fix them before anyone knew.
By 15, she was in races. By 16, she was coming in second. By 17, she was dominating. The money she had saved was insane, but there was one problem. The races were moving out of the narrows, and the cops were cracking down, particularly Don Colley and his partner Jim Gordon. All she had to do was keep her head down. She should have stopped. She had money saved, but the rush was so addicting, and the money was so rewarding. In her eyes, as long as no one knew who she was, what was the damage?
Getting caught. Getting caught was the damage.
The last race she was in was over by Gotham Harbor. She was in first, per usual, when the police swarmed. She was on her way out, swearing and huffing, when one of the drivers, trying to make a break for it, spun out and crashed. She didn’t even think. She stopped the car and ran out to help, but it was too late. It was a horrid scene. The airbags didn’t go off, and his car had smashed him into the steering wheel. His chest was caved in, and there was so much blood everywhere. It smelled like gasoline and death. There was no mistaking it, the driver that passed was David Colley, the Comminsioner’s son, and oh did he blame Y/N. She was caught on the scene and the only one he had to blame. Boy, did he fight hard when she went to court, lucky for her, Jim Gordan saw right through it, and so did the judge…
“You were a part of the Martha Wayne Foundation?”
“Yes, your honor.”
“You say you were doing this to provide a good home for your brothers after your mother left? Help your father pay the bills?”
“Yes, your honor.” Y/N felt the sweat on her temple, and her heart was beating so quickly. She felt fucked. She felt like she ruined her life, but the judge only hummed and thought quietly. There was a pregnant pause before he spoke, and the entire courtroom was on the edge of their seats.
“Despite having the wrong motivation, I think you have a good head on your shoulders. You’re young,” he continued, “I don’t want you to throw your life away in jail. So, here’s what I’m going to do. Not only will you return the money won to the court, but you will also complete six months of community service. Pay two fines, each $1000. One for the drag racing conviction and the other for the illegal gambling. Is that clear?”
It didn’t go over well with Don Colley. He ended up stepping down from the position of commissioner as Jim Gordon stepped up…it didn’t go well with her father either.
“What are you doing with your life?!” he covered his face with his hands. “You know what, it might have been easier if you were in jail and not wasting my money, my time-”
“Your money?!” Y/N interrupted. “Who’s been running your business? Who’s been providing? You haven’t even stepped out of the house in years!”
“Will you shut up! Do you not understand you are ruining your life-”
“Oh, so now you want to be a parent?” Y/N was up in arms. After years of picking up after him, providing, and putting food on the table, this is what she gets?
"You know what, go fuck yourself. You don't want me as your parent? You can get the FUCK out of my house!"
“The house I paid for? The house I clean and cook in and drag your ass into when it’s snowing. That house!?” she shouted until her throat hurt. Maybe she shouldn't have, she knew she fucked up, but she was so tired. So tired of taking care of other people. Every sentence she punctuated with a step closer to him until she was up in his face.
"You're unstable. You're not good for me. You’re not good for the boys. You need to leave," he looked into her eyes.
"I may be unstable, but you've always been a shit father." That seemed to be the last straw.
“GET OUT!” he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her out the screen door. He had never in her 17 years ever put his hands on her. He had always been silently grateful. Silently watching as she keeps the house running. He had never shoved her the way he did now.
“What the fuck-” she said, stumbling down to the ground.
“You don’t live here anymore. Tell Carrie to pick up your things.” He went to step inside but paused, looking over his shoulder. "You can't live here until you get your act together, and I can't live with you until I get my act together."
Her father stepped inside. She heard her brothers through the door asking what was happening and where she was. Y/N sat out on the concrete steps and said nothing. Was there anything to say? Slowly, she stood and made her way down the block.
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Bruce wasn’t sure what to consider his position here. Was he a prisoner? Would they let him leave when the time came? At least they were training him. They’ve been training him for the past two years.
It wasn’t hard for him to leave Gotham. When he was fifteen, he received his diploma. He had skipped enough grades to get it and had enough credits through online courses. That was the deal with Alfred. You can go and travel, but you’re going to be officially educated. He traveled with Alfred for some time. Moving to different places, training with different people, learning different languages. Then, things went sideways. He was recognized. He was robbed. He could defend himself at this point, but not from twenty people. That’s ridiculous. In the end, he ended up in a Bhutanese Prison. This is where he met Ras Al Ghul. A strange man who had broken him out of prison and asked him what his plans were. Bruce didn’t really have a choice, so he told him. Now he was here, but honestly, where was he? He had no clue.
He had learned so much. He would continue to learn so much. He would solve his parents' murder, and he would solve Gotham. That was the plan. If he can survive here, he can survive anywhere.
He looked up at the ceiling of his bunk. He was bunked with many other soldiers and assassins; he wasn’t sure who they were. He had thought about Alfred. What he might be doing? What he did do after Bruce had been taken? The door to his bunk had opened, and there was the strange man who had found him.
“It is time,” he said. Bruce stood and followed him out to the training grounds. He sparred with different soldiers, at some points, several at a time. Another trainee was sparring as well. Eventually, they were tasked with sparring with each other. Bruce moved flawlessly, and his master smiled. He fought easily and used his opponent's faults against him until he had him on the ground.
“That’s good,” he grinned. “Now kill him.”
Bruce’s blood went cold. He looked over at the man, startled. “I can’t - I can’t kill him. He did nothing wrong. We were just training.”
“Training is to prepare you for real-life situations. You may have to kill someone, so it’s best to do it now. Kill him.”
Bruce held his breath, and his sword rose to strike. Training. That’s what it was. If I want to clean up Gotham, there has to be sacrifice. I have to do this-
You really think this is what your father would have wanted? You going to prison for the rest of your life? To kill someone?
The sword came down hard and swiftly, puncturing the ground. His master turned toward him, angry. He grabbed Bruce by the shoulder, shoving him to the ground as he dug his own sword into the struggling trainee on the ground. “Is this what you’re so afraid of? Death. These are the necessary sacrifices we must make for the good of the world.”
Red stained the snow around them, and the smell of blood lingered in the air.
“Well, that’s not the way I’m going to do it,” he stood stubbornly.
“How do you expect order? How do you expect to deal with the chaos?”
“Fear.”
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A wee game I thought would be fun: choose an excerpt from one of your posted fics, 600 words or less, that will make people curious for more. Share it with the title of your fic and little to no context.
I thought this would be a way to let people have a "taste" of one of your longer fics or series, and hopefully they will want to investigate further. Tagging some people, but it's open to anyone. I'd love to see snippets of your stuff.
This is a bit from my vampire Eddie fic Death Becomes Us. Eddie isn't even in this excerpt, I just really miss Hopper and wanted to think about him.
18+MDNI, Jim Hopper, mention of vampire!Joyce, mention of addiction
Tangerine hues seeped through the slats in the blinds at the crack of dawn while Jim Hopper sat at the end of his bed, shirtless, in a pair of unbuttoned jeans, and rolled his neck from side to side. There were empty beer cans on the dresser, and a small glass vile of crimson liquid in the ashtray next to a smashed-out butt with lipstick on it. He groaned as he stood, feeling his age as he fastened his jeans, snatching the pack of cigarettes off the bedside table as he went.
“Age is just a number,” is something Joyce would say, and to that he would reply: “Yeah, well why do I feel so fucking old, then?”
Joyce Byers hadn’t aged in a decade; that’s the one gift vampirism bestowed upon its victims. Being immortal? Living forever? Jim couldn’t imagine a worse fate. If someone turned him against his will, he’d give himself over to the sun and turn to ash immediately.
Joyce had chosen the vampire life, though, and for that—a part of him would never be able to forgive her. Sure, their fling was long over, and she’d been with Bob for a while now, but he used to be able to daydream about growing old with her later in life, and now he couldn’t even do that.
Something fell out of his pocket while he was searching for his lighter and he cursed. It was another small glass vial, but this one was almost empty, and he held his cigarette between his teeth as he bent to catch it before it rolled under the bed. Picking up the vial, he regarded it between thumb and forefinger so he could get a good look at how many drops were left.
God, he hated this about himself. He hated the way he measured the days of his week around how much he had left in the vials. Every morning, he promised himself that he’d quit, as soon as work wasn’t so stressful and he had some time to himself to stomach the withdrawals.
The kitchen was cold, and it sent a pang through his heart, making him wish there was someone there to make a pot of coffee and sit with him for a few minutes before he left for work. He’d give anything to hear bacon sizzling in the pan and smell fresh squeezed orange juice again while cartoons played on the television, but those days were long gone.
Emotions rose in his throat and choked there, making him dig for the vial in his pocket. He knew there was another full one in the ashtray in his bedroom, but he had to make them both last until next week, and it already wasn’t looking good. He tore a tiny corner off of a paper towel, and then bent to unscrew the cap and tap two drops onto the paper, watching the dark red liquid bleed into the fibers. He then placed the square of paper on his tongue and let it dissolve with a hard swallow and some sink water to wash it down.
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thinking about fucking dbf!hopper in the back of his car as he drowns reader in praise<33 maybe after he saved r from a shitty party bc he won’t hesitate to get his ass out of bed at 3am for r.
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
this post is 18+, minors dni.
You're lucky the back windows of Jim's squad car are tinted, because if anyone looked through them, you'd be in trouble. You're pretty sure that cops can only pull over into 'no parking' zones for legal emergencies, not to sit in the backseat and finger a girl's clit while she rides their dick.
Even if it's wrong, it feels fantastic. His thumb is large and rough, but its touch is gentle, pressing against your clit as his other hand rests against your waist.
"I'm so proud of you," He hums, bumping his nose against your cheek as you slump your face into his. It's screwed up in a barely-withheld whimper, and he kisses your top lip as you try biting the bottom one to keep quiet.
"You remembered my number and everything, you did exactly what you were supposed to."
"I was scared," You admit, grinding your hips impossibly downwards to drive his dick further into your cunt, wet and starting to contract, "I- I didn't know how I was gonna get home, 'cause my friend got drunk, and I didn't wanna ask any of the guys there, because-"
"That's good," He croons, "Boys your age only want one thing."
You don't bother pointing out the irony of his statement, because he smashes your lips into a kiss that prevents you from speaking. With one flick of his tongue against your bottom lip he increases the pressure he's holding against your clit, and a deep groan floods your mouth. Your accompanying whimper as your orgasm crests makes his dick twitch, but what really makes him bust is the way that your cunt convulses around him.
He's lucky you're on the pill, because nothing can ever come close to the way it feels to paint your insides with his cum. It's territorial and animalistic, and he furthers the feeling by nipping at your bottom lip. The way that you clench in response is purposeful, your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice.
"Shit," He groans, his lips spit-soaked as you try chasing him in a messy kiss when he breaks away. Your head slumps against his shoulder, lips ghosting over his neck as you mouth desperately at his sweat-beaded skin.
"I'm taking you home," He pants, landing a quick, affectionate pat to your ass, "Your dad'll lose his shit if he knows you were out this late, and El's sleeping over at a friend's for the night."
"Her bed is comfy," You recall, remembering the time you'd napped there during a board game-themed all-nighter that had only actually lasted until 2AM, "Thanks, Hop."
A deep chuckle shakes his chest and he runs his broad hand down your back, "No, honey, you're not sleeping in her bed. You're sleeping in mine."
#jim hopper#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper imagine#jim hopper scenario#jim hopper oneshot#jim hopper one-shot#jim hopper one shot#jim hopper headcanon#jim hopper headcanons#jim hopper hc#jim hopper hcs#jim hopper fanfiction#jim hopper fanfic#jim hopper fic#jim hopper blurb#jim hopper drabble#jim hopper dialogue#jim hopper fluff#jim hopper x reader fanfiction#jim hopper au#dbf!hopper#jim hopper x you#jim hopper x y/n#ddejavvu's multiverse mondays#multiverse mondays
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All You Have is Printed Circuits
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(Context: TOS episode - "This Side of Paradise")
As the characteristic of being dangerously confident was in every cell of his body, Kirk was sure he'd succesfully gaslight Spock in order to help him build anger and fight against the alien infection that had already taken over Spock's mind.
"All you have is printed circuits!"
"Captain...I..."
"...you devil-eared freak!.....a planet of traitors.....never had an ounce of integrity...a carcass full of memory banks...."
"Jim.."
...
Kirk feels the selfloath all over his body generating from the very core of his mind. Every words leaving his tongue, backfired at his heart. In front of his eyes, Spock was turning paler each second....the disbelief on his face, his eyes, his beautiful sparkling eyes....Kirk wanted to hold Spock and mind meld with him, speak with him, that none of these mean anything except he just has to invoke a strong emotion and kick the spores out of his system. If it were the other way round, if it were Kirk, it would have taken seconds for Spock to mind meld with the captain and make him aware of the situation.
But all Kirk has got, is that insane hope that Spock WILL understand why he's doing this...Spock will recognise Jim through all these opaque curtains of words that Jim would never, in any universe, think of for real.
...
Spock grabbed Kirk's torso and threw him against the wall. He forced himself back to the moment and kept yelling at Spock.
"You belong in a circus, Spock, not a starship.."
Spock's whole face went green. He was trembling. He closed his eyes and submit to the tsunami of hormones breaking onto him like a cloudburst. He picked up a chair and walked a few steps towards Kirk who was at that moment, still lying on the floor, still looking back at Spock. He wasn't capable of moving his literally bloody mouth.
*Wake up Spock! Wake the fuck up!!!*
Spock wasn't seeing.
Spock wasn't thinking.
Spock wasn't listening anymore.
Spock lifted the chair above his head.
"H-had enough?" Kirk tried to speak out faintly. His chest rising at its best to catch some air for him. Spock put his arms down in a lightning speed and smashed the chair onto James Tiberius Kirk, his captain, his T'hy'la.
...
Spock felt like rising his head above the waves! He doesn't remember much, only some auditory montage of words, pain all over his body...and then it all started coming to him episodically, incidents one after another. Even the Vulcan part of his brain took 4-5 seconds to get a grab of the situation. Then he looked down.
Jim was there. Lying on the floor on his back. his whole body was shaking. His head was turned to one side, with eyes closed...blood sipping from the corner of his mouth. Broken pieces of that chair covered his chest and abdomen forming a messy pile. Spock desperately hunched over him and shook him by grabbing his shoulders.
"Jim!"
Spock didn't waste a second. He dragged Jim somewhat closer to the wall. Jim's shirt from chest to abdomen was blood-soaked..torn in different places. Everything was going too fast for Spock.
"Captain..please.....Jim"
Spock patted on his cheeks. Almost like a slap. He knew Jim's just unconscious for now but he needs immediate medical attention to check for internal injuries.
Spock pulled Jim into his arms from behind and tried to make his torso stay upright.
His eyes were fixed on Jim, whose head was now resting on Spock's chest. On many occasions he had been either sassy or rude about Jim's recent weight again. At this moment almost the half of his body was rested against Spock's and Spock didn't feel a thing. Jim looked so tired, so very still, alarmingly still....and small. Spock felt like he can wait for an eternity with Jim on his lap if that's what it's gonna take before Jim gains consciousness.
Why is it taking so long! Spock was checking his pulses frequently. He needs him to wake up! He needs his help to at least make McCoy come aboard and start the necessary treatments.
For the first time Spock felt somewhat helpless and his human side missed Leonard like hell!
"...Sp.."
Spock turned his heads to Jim in a millisecond!!!
"Spock.."
Jim finally opened his eyes. If one can look closely enough, the relief in Spock's eyes was quite prominent. He slowly, very carefully moved Jim to lie him down on his back on the floor.
"I am sorry Spock. But I had to."...Jim pauses to catch a breath.
"Jim, I understand" he takes Jim's left hand into his. "You deliberately did that and that was a dazzling display of logic, my captain"
"None of those words are real. It can never be. I am so so sohr-ry.......I..can't....breathe Spock!"
Spock realised in a second that Jim was having a panic attack.
"Jim! Look at me!" Spock held him close
"Captain try to focus on your breathing. Follow me as I say.....in...out...in....out..."
Jim tried his best to keep eye contact with Spock. All those years of extreme training, even all the shitty situations he and his crew had faced in recent past....and THIS is the very first time he is having a panic attack. Scared the hell out of him. And it was quite visible on his face.
As the situation got slightly under control...Jim was breathing normally but still shivering, Spock lifted him up again and held him tightly into his arms.
"Those words...Spock..I..."
Apparently he was fixated on those words and was facing an uncontrollable guilt, although it was the only reasonable action at the particular moment....bt it's... it's Spock. And it was just as painful to Jim as it was to Spock.
Spock didn't let Jim finish his sentence. He held Jim's face into his palms and placed a very soft, warm and passionate kiss on his lips.
...
A few moments later, as the symptoms of that panic attack with an aweful sense of timing, faded away, Captain Kirk stood up on his feet, rigged a plan with Spock and they executed it in a very smooth Spirkly way. All the affected crew including McCoy was cured from the effects of the spores. McCoy started treating Kirk at sickbay as soon as he was transported back on the ship. Kirk told him everything later, on listening to which McCoy had the best laugh in his life. Of course Jim had skipped a part about a kiss..very human.
#tos spirk#star trek#spock#spirk#james t kirk#leonard nimoy#star trek tos#william shatner#jim kirk#star trek spirk#spirk fanfiction
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After Hours (SWITCH!Ryan Howard x SWITCH!Reader SMUT)
warnings: smut, angry sex/make up, reader swears like a sailor, daddy kink, slight degraition, teasing, not proof read
p.s sorry for the kelly hate, i love kelly but it helped move along the story
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
The end of the day finally came after a long day of work and most people were heading out. You walk up to Pam's desk as she started getting her stuff together. "I cant believe Toby is making me work late." You let out a groan, "Escpically since Ryan's staying after too. He's been getting on my fucking nerves. Just because were not offical doesn't mean he can flirt with Kelly in front of my fucking face."
Pam offers you a symptheic smile, "Just don't talk to him and he'll come to his senses to apolizge. Im sorry I would love to stay and talk but Jim and I have dinner reservations tonight."
"Thanks Pam, have fun." You give a small smile and walk back to your desk.
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You bang your head into your desk. "I can't fucking focus this shit is so boring." You say to no one in particular.
"Well no shit it's boring, its work." Ryan smart mouths as he head over to the printer. You give him a death stare.
"I don't remeber asking for your input."
"What is your deal with me today?" He snaps back, you could feel his glare burning into your back.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me what's your fucking deal with Kelly. I get that shes pretty but she never shuts up and is more annoying than Dwight. I don't get what you fucking see in her." You growl.
He goes silent for a moment.
"Where not dating y/n. I can do what I want." You hear his footsteps coming towards you.
"Fine if that's how you want it that I guess I can stop coming over to your place." You turn around in your chair so your facing him. You stand up and look up at him. You could pracitically see the steam coming from his ears.
"Whatever. Kelly is a lot better in the bedroom."
Oh no he didn't.
That was your final fucking straw. As much as you hated his guts right now, he always turns you the fuck on.
You smash your lips against his. He immetiadly kissed you back. The kiss filled with fire and heat. He quickly broke away though, "Jump." He quickly said. You did as told and he grabbed your thighs and placed you on your desk. He pressed his lips aganist yours again. He bit your lower lip so hard that you let out a gasp. He took this oppurtuinty to sneak his tounge into your mouth, checking out the framillar area. Your hands moved to his chest and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Your ran your hands along his abs, outlining them.
This wasn't enough. You needed more of him. All of him. You let out a whine agaisnt his lips. "Your so needy." He teases.
"Can you just shut up and fuck me." You complain.
"Be patient." He orders. He pulls your skirt down. "No underwear? You're such a bad girl." He takes your legs and places them on his shoulders. He dove his head into your legs. Butterflies filled your stomacehe as you felt his could wet tounge on you. "
Oh Ryan." You throw you head back in pleasure. You accidently thrust your hips.
"I said patience pumpkin."
You couldn't take it any fucking longer. You pushed his head away from you making him look up at you in confusion. You push him into your chair, making him sit down.
You unbuckle his pants in a haste and pull down his pants along with his boxers. His dick springs up when released, you can already see the pre-cum. You licked it off and slowly take it in your mouth. Ryan seems to lose his patience as well. He shoves your head making you take it all in. You start to gag and start bobbing your head. Ryan lets out groans of pleasure. You gently grind your teeth againist it. You slow down and swirl your tounge at the tip.
You get up and sit on his dick. Slowly moving back and forth. Ryan unbuttons your blouse and throws it on the floor. He starts fondling your breast and gently pinching your nipples. You increase your speed and move faster. Ryan moves one of his hands down to your waist to help guide you and keep you from falling off. His eyes stayed glued to your breasts and they moved with the rest of your body. "Fuck..Daddy." You moan
"Your so hot baby." He takes the hand that was on your breast and moves your hair back. "Please don't stop."
You feel your high coming and grab onto his shoulders for support as you go as fast as your can. "Fuck..Fuck!" You scream as you both reach it and you feel his warm fulids fill inside you. It was your favorite feeling in the world. You come to a full stop and rest your head on is shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.
"Don't think this will make me stop seeing Kelly." He whispers into your ear."
"Fuck you man whore."
#ryan#ryan howard x reader#ryan howard#the office#smut#xreader#lemon#the office x reader#the office smut
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Ok so I love Frenchie and Ed as a ship as much as the next Ed stan who is also a Stede hater, but I also like to pay attention to the words that Ed uses to refer to people. and Frenchie is the first person in 13 episodes to receive a "brother" from Ed, not just a bro. In context, Ed is about to kill himself, and I wonder if that is a statement from Ed of what he and Frenchie could have been to each other, had things been better. I think he wishes that he'd had more time when he was happy and had known Frenchie and had gotten to be close with him in that way, but he feels like he fucked everything up, and he knows he's hurt the crew, Frenchie included, and he couldn't go on living like this even if he hasn't, and he's taking his last chance to express that regret to Frenchie before he ends it all. He tells him to go live, because I don't think he really intends to kill the crew with his attempt. He's using the cannon ball into the mast as a way to force them to do something to him.
And then when they do off him, Jim does the deed, Fang and Izzy stare blankly and Archie braces for the inevitable blood splatter, but Frenchie's face is contorted, as if watching Jim smash Ed's skull in is hurting him more than it's hurting the other four. I wonder if Frenchie knows what Ed was trying to tell him, if he sort of wishes it could have been that way too.
And now that Ed's alive I hope they explore that, become that.
All that being said I know that sometimes MoC especially black men refer to each other that way so I'd like to maybe hear some takes on the use of brother between Frenchie and Ed from someone who knows more about this from that angle as well.
#ofmd meta#ofmd#our flag means death#edward teach#blackbeard#ed teach#frenchie#frenchie ofmd#ofmd s2
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As threatened promised, a rough rundown of Ed’s timeline in s2 based on his make-up/facial wound/neckwear/hairstyle situation in the teaser/trailer/promo pics:
Almost certainly we’ll start the season seeing Ed in his Kraken drag. It looks like we’re going to get a montage of raids, because I’m seeing at least two distinct ships in the background when he’s all Krakened up.
It’s hard to tell, but it looks like he’s not wearing either the cravat OR the pearls at first, but we see the pearls peeking out from his jacket lapel when he’s saying “Fuck you Stede Bonnet” to the little groom dolly, so my money is on his snatching a strand from someone’s throat at the wedding raid. If it’s from the throat of the bride herself, I wil EAT. MY. OWN. HANDS.
Incidentally, we seem to have gone back to fingerless gloves for all the Kraken/pre-reunion shots, rather than the full gloves from the end of season 1, so RIP to the “full gloves mean he’s cut himself off from human contact/emotion” metaphor (but more on that in a minute).
So if I had to guess, I’d say next we get playing with the dollies and having a good cry about it
Followed by a manic moodswing to babygirl princess cleaning mode with the hair up and the pearls and the gloves, but a little bit of kohl still smudged around the eyes. I think he enlists Frenchie’s help, since they both seem to be carrying around containers full of bottles while he’s sporting this look, and I think it’s the back of Frenchie’s coat we see when Ed starts his “No more” list.
After that, since the lighting is soft and sunset-esque, I’d say we have the helm scene where it looks like babygirl is daydreaming
I’m wondering if the daydream goes wrong, though (maybe he’s cross because he let himself think about Stede again at all. Maybe the daydream goes sour and dashing, swashbuckling, Bearded Stede fights his way through Izzy to Ed only to say “Just in case it wasn’t clear when I left you, I wanted to make sure you knew that I don’t love you and never did.” or something equally gutting) because guess where else we see the babygirl princess updo
(and we know this has to be after the raid montage, because the big ass treasure chest in the background on the right was carried off the ship where Ed shot his gun in the scene where Fang smashes two guys heads together).
So I’m kind of wondering - since Ed was at the helm, did he steer the ship into an oncoming storm on purpose?
So then we FINALLY see the cravat, but he’s also wearing the pearls, so we know this has to be after all the raiding stuffs.
And the only other place we see it in any of the promotional stuff is when he wakes up and head-bonks Stede.
And looking at how banged up he is - blood on his temple, puffy cut on his cheek and lip, that these wounds are pretty fresh. My guess is he sustained them in the storm, and something goes Very Badly, resulting in him either getting swept overboard, or the crew having to abandon ship, and being rescued by the Chinese junk, where the crews will reunite (based on Stede’s costuming during the headbonk scene, and the fact that Frenchie, Archie, and Jim are with the Revenge crew during the crossbow scene, when everyone is dressed in the Chinese ru).
I have toyed with the thought that all the blue-filtered shots are a fever-dream/hallucination while Ed is laying injured, but I’m not 100% sure on that. For one, Ed doesn’t have his coat, his boots, or even his gloves
But he for sure has the pearl necklace, and it looks like maybe his lip is split (though it’s hard to tell if that’s a shadow or not), which are peculiar details to include in a fantasy sequence.
If it is, I’m guessing it ends when Ed ties a rock around his waist and leaps from the cliff - it’s hard to see, but there’s a rock with a rope around it on the ground near the rag man (Hornigold?), and you can see the rope going down into the water when he first hits. You can also see his feet are bare, just like they were in the gunshot scene.
If not? IDK. The pearls and the lack of gloves place it after the reunion. Remember how I said we were going to come back to the gloves-as-a-metaphor-for-emotional-openness-and-connection? Ed DOESN’T WEAR GLOVES AT ALL ANYMORE after the Kraken scenes are done. I can’t tell if he has them on in the headbonk scene, but after he meets back up with Stede, our babygirl’s hands are NAKED and VULNERABLE (and ready to touch his boyfriend. In a world where I get everything I want, after the reunion, they go to the Significant Cave, and Ed leaves Stede and his gloves behind, and Stede shows up at Anne and Mary’s because “You left these (and me) behind,” but Ed doesn’t WANT them (Stede) anymore, can’t he take a HINT? Thank you for indulging in parenthetical fanfic that almost certainly won’t actually happen this way) But the fact that the wounds are so hard to see that they might not even actually be there? Would put it later in the season.
Because boy howdy do they still look fresh when he shows up at Anne and Mary’s.
But everything else must come later, because the wounds looks progressively more healed. When he’s wearing the sackcloth shirt, his lip still has a little mark on it (but significantly smaller than it was at Anne and Mary’s)
But that mark goes away before the one on his cheek does. It’s not there at Spanish Jackie’s or when he’s talking to the bunny, or in the scene when the VO says it feels like there’s a storm coming.
So I’m not really sure where to put those in relation to one another. Vibes alone, I’d say “Storm’s coming” (followed by beach battle, where there also aren’t noticeable facial wounds or gloves, but Ed is clutching his side as though still recovering from cracked ribs or something).
Then bunny talk, since he’s still wearing the same clothes, then Spanish Jackie/the docks where, since he looks so chill and relaxed, the “something new” he’s trying is he and Stede actually retiring from piracy together.
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S2 episode 7? (Cat’s Paw) I’ll explain the discrepancy later.
On with it:
- Jim is being a stressed parent and Spock is trying to reassure him
- That was an impressive fall from Jackson down the stairs of the transporter pad
- THE SHIP IS HAUNTED?!?
- icon shit
- What’s going on with Chekov’s hair
- WHAT IN THE MACBETH IS THAT
- Spock is highly skeptical of the three witches “Very bad poetry, Captain.”
- I’d just like to say Spock and McCoy’s eyeshadow is on point today
- Time to go into the creepy, definitely haunted, castle
- I took a sip of water AND GOT FUCKING CAT JUMPSCARED WTF
- What do you think the three of them would dress up as for Halloween? Would they match or not? (Comment your ideas)
- Jumpy
- aww cute little kitty- and they fell through the floor… great
- WHYRE THEY IN SHACKLES
- Bones notices the bones… nice one
- Somethings wrong with Scotty and Sulu
- The comically large key is NOT okay.. hey hey back away from McCoy
- H- how did they just get somewhere else
- Is the cat talking to Korob?
- “He doesn’t know about trick or treat.”
- I love how the cat just walks out of the room. Star Trek and cats mix so well cause it’s like, hundreds of years in the future and they’re still pretty much the same
- Aw it’s a little keychain of the ship
- Kirk saying ‘telekinesis’ as tele-ken-isis
- THE DOCTOR WILL NOT STAY. LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!
- DeSalles is doing pretty well. I respect his character, though idk who tf he is
- Kirk is sooo worried about McCoy (he’s calling him ‘doc’ in this episode cause McCoy got freaked out by the Skeleton in chains)
- They fucking mind controlled McCoy :(((
- Trouble in paradise? I’m disliking Sylvia and Korob
- “I have the power!” Okay he-man, calm yourself Korob
- I wanna talk about their sun/moon outfits for a second
- “My mind to your mind, willingly.” This is something Jim will actually have with Spock eventually. But not with you Sylvia.
- “You find me beautiful? But I can be many women.” Becomes blond.. (also Jim’s blank fucking stare, he just wants his crew back)
- “You are using me!” YES! OF COURSE HE IS!
- “The cat is the most ruthless, the most terrifying of animals.” Sure, Spock. Sure.
- He just fucking knocked out McCoy. Kirk not afraid to slap a mind controlled bitch (Sorry McCoy)
“Give it to me.” He then proceeds to smash it. Kirk himself is much like a cat.
- fucking creatures. Love ‘em
I meant to just post EP8 thoughts today but I completely missed this episode until I posted EP6 thoughts because I realized the next was EP8 and the player had marked this episode as EP30 (even though there’s only 26EPS in S2)
So after I watched around eleven episodes after, I realized I had to watch Catspaw which didn’t disappoint.
Masterpost
Episode written by Robert Bloch
#star trek#star trek the original series#star trek tos#tos kirk#captain james kirk#tos spock#s'chn t'gai spock#spock#tos mccoy#tos bones#leonard bones mccoy#tos scotty#montgomery scott#tos sulu#hikaru sulu
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It's spirk ficrec time! Fics with less than 400 kudos - part 2
Part 1 here ; part 3 coming soon
These things we do not speak of - Della19 (AOS)
Basically anything written by this author is the best thing you'll read today, but this one, omg, this one. I don't have the right words to describe what it did to my heart. It's a classic falling in love - introspection - pon farr fic. The author has an amazing control of their style and of the characters, and the levels of pining are astronomical. Locked on ao3, so you'll need an account to read it.
The Sea King - killabeez (TOS MIRROR)
When I found this fic I couldn't believe my eyes. It's a mirroresque Gilgamesh au, elegant, epic and bittersweet. The mix of futuristic and mythological elements is really good. Can I say Gilgamesh and Enkidu were the original t'hy'la? There, I said it. Read this if you're looking for something different and you want to be surprised.
Root Systems - Moonfishgirl (AOS)
During a stay on New Vulcan, Jim watches Spock exist inside his own culture, and in the process he discovers something about himself (spoiler: he looooves him!). Adorable fic, rich on Vulcan traditions. Read this if you are into some good Vulcan culture and ancient t'hy'la warrior bond lore.
Five times Bones and Jim forgot they were married - Goldencoalcat (AOS MCSPIRK)
This time I wanted to include some Bones/Kirk/Spock too. This fic is adorable and a good Jim character study. It explores his relationship with his family and Winona in particular, and the reasons why he has issues with being loved. Characters are spot on. Read this if you're in the mood for hurt!Jim being pampered and loved by his two husbands.
one grave too many - leafings (every universe)
Not exactly a mirror universe, but a twisted, fucked-up universe in which the crew loves Jim in a dark and obsessive way and is willing to do anything for his sake, and I mean here Enterprise rhymes with homicide. In the midst of the dark stuff, to no one's surprise, Jim and Spock also find time for their t'hy'la shit. I live for this concept.
A heart even more your own - cicia3 (TOS)
Hey, it's me. I wanted to end with this fic of mine because I really think I wrote this in some sort of mystical fit and I'll never write something this good again lol it's a Persuasion AU with some other good old Austen shenanigans. Excruciating pining + sexual tension + romance.
(last but not the least. Do you know why I specifically choose fics with less than 400 kudos? Because they are fucking amazing and it's ridiculous they don't have something like 2k kudos while they deserve so much more recognition. So PLEASE for the love of god, if you're gonna read these fics and if you'll love them (and you'll probably love them) tell the authors! Smash that kudos button, leave a comment, send them heart emojis, share those fics and don't let them die in the dust!)
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