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#perfect captain ending

caffeinatedreese · 7 months

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Don’t imagine the Perfect Captain Ending where the Captain has to go clean out Mark’s locker, only to find the cologne he always wore.

And don’t imagine the Captain taking the bottle for themself because now he’s gone but hey, at least they can still be reminded of him like this.

And don’t imagine the Captain spraying it on every now and then to imagine that they are still near him in some kind of way.

And definitely don’t imagine how devastated they are the day that the cologne runs out.

#iswm #in space with markiplier #perfect captain ending #this is all based in the idea they knew eachother before getting on the ship btw #which is how a lot of my friends imagine it ajdnfdk-#anyway suffer with us :D #iswm captain #iswm mark #captaineer

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omaano · 4 months

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Skyguy joins the Hades AU to Din's great distress

"How's Snips? And my Captain? I bet they've missed me all this time." "I don't know who you or those other people are, but you are scaring my kid."

They definitely missed him, but Rex sure as hell failed to mention his old General by name or description, so Din can be excused for a bit of rudeness just this once. He's looking for a Jedi to teach his kid, and since meeting Ahsoka he at least now knows that a lightsaber does not a Jedi make, please tone down the menacing looming, Anakin, and just help him, he's got a trinket from Rex in his pocket, he's cool. (Depending on the keepsake he runs with, Anakin is more or less likely to turn up as Vader instead to grant a boon only to make Din's life all the more difficult. So he is part Chaos, part just Disaster Lineage.)

As promised: the 501st command is all here for this project by now, all done in the span of a few months, so they even look like they match :)

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lieutenantselnia · 1 year

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Some thoughts on the choice of Carina Smyth's first name

Ngl even though there are many things I don't like about DMTNT, I think that Carina is like one of the best names that could be chosen for Barbossa's daughter. It sounds like a pretty regular name at first, but I think the backstory is what makes it actually a really great choice.

"Carina" is the name of a star constellation which is also known as "keel of the ship". In the german dub of the movie this is actually made more obvious, as Carina says that she's named after said star constellation, whereas in the original she says the the brightest star in the north (which is part of the constellation) gave her her name. Being named after a star constellation which resembles a ship (or at least a part thereof), her name is connected to both the stars and the sea, two focal points in Barbossa's life as a pirate and as a captain. He's a man of the sea and an exceptional navigator, and I think it's safe to assume that he has a very good knowledge of astronomy, particularly for navigational purposes. As he said himself, he knows which stars to follow home.

I like to think that Barbossa consciously chose his daughter's name because of its meaning. However, we unfortunately don't know under which conditions it was chosen, since we simply don't have enough information about his and Margaret Smyth's relationship. How many months before the birth did he learn that he was going to be a father? Were he and Margaret able to prepare for the changes in their lives that might come with having a child, did they make any plans for the future? Did they think up names together, and he suggested Carina, should they have a daughter? Or did Hector just return to land one day to learn his partner had died while he was at sea, and left him a child, and he had to come up with a name on the spot and the first thing that came to his mind were the star constellations?

I kind of doubt that we will get any canonical answers to those questions, so they are left to the realm of headcanons. I personally like to imagine that Barbossa chose the name carefully, and because of what it meant to him personally. Even though he kind of said in the movie that he never wanted his daughter to be associated with pirates (which happens to include himself), I think as her father he still wanted to make at least one meaningful impact on her life, which happened to be the choice of her name. Maybe also, in that way he would never forget her, since whenever he observed the sky and saw the star constellation Carina, he would also think of his daughter.

#tbh the actual reason I wrote this is bc I am struggling to come up with a name for a barbossa x oc fanchild #but nothing feels quite perfect and I ended up thinking too much about it #and came to the conclusion it's because his canon daughter's name already has the best fitting backstory (and a very beautiful one at that)#anyway these are just random ramblings and idk if any of this makes sense or is complete garbage I just thought 'why not share my brainrot'#also I kinda got carried away with the paragraph about Margaret's and Hector's relationship oops haha #pirates of the caribbean #potc #potc 5 #dead men tell no tales #dmtnt #headcanons #barbossa #hector barbossa #captain barbossa #carina smyth #carina barbossa #selniasoriginal #ramblings

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griseldabanks · 7 months

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Uh...I have the vaguest sense that someone hit me with a Calvinball or tagged me in a last-line type of WIP game, but at the time I couldn't fill it because I was super busy and/or writing something majorly spoilery. But now it's been so long that I don't remember what it was or who tagged me. Probably @kraytwriter or @rainintheevening, or maybe @dairogo? Whatever, consider all of yourselves tagged, and here's the last two paragraphs I've written:

“Just take a deep breath, man.” Sam's brow was furrowed, but for some reason, his concern seemed very far away. Logically, Steve understood it, but he couldn't really feel it. He was at the end of a long, dark tunnel, the sounds of the world beyond echoing strangely in his ears, but he wasn't a part of it. Then Steve's gaze found Bucky, who turned around in his chair to look at them. Steve took a deep breath and stepped out of that tunnel. Because that was what Bucky needed him to do now.

#tag games #i think?#blech i'm not sure i like this #feels very rough but my motto at this stage is 'it doesn't have to be perfect it just has to be done'#everything i write feels very wooden but i'm SO CLOSE TO THE END D:#captain america #whole shards #take me in #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #foxholebros

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teeth-collecter · 1 year

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Sometimes I hurt my own feelings and think about how Rose and Jack got polar opposite endings

They both travel with the doctor, tat the same time, they're both in love with the doctor, but they get treated SO DIFFERENT by both the doctor and the narrative!

Rose and the doctor are forced apart, nothing either of them can do about it. They are never aloud to see each other again so the doctor parks the tardis next to a super nova just for one last goodbye. Meanwhile the doctor CHOOSES to leave jack behind, no goodbyes or explanation. The only reason why they get reunited is because jack makes it happen, and the doctor honestly couldn't care less, doesn't even apologize.

Despite the fact that rose can no longer travel with the doctor, she ends up leaving him with more than she started out with. She has her mother, she gets her father back, she even gets to live out the rest of her days adventuring with tentoo, something she wouldn't have been able to do if she had stayed with the doctor. And then on jack's end every time he finds anyone who cares about him or people he can call a family, he inevitably loses them. He always ends up miserable and alone.

(and before anyone gets on my dick about it, no, I'm not saying I'm mad that rose got a happy ending. I just wish jack had got one too)

#WHY MUST HE ALWAYS SUFFER?!?!#even though the doctor and jack would be the perfect happy ending for each other #because they would never have to worry about losing one another #the doctor will never care about jack as much as jack cares about him #the writers just aren't happy unless the boys are miserable #captain jack harkness #the doctor #doctor who #rose tyler

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randomwriteronline · 1 year

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9:34. Wait fuck shit can yoy say hi to ny dad n give him a smooch

9:35. Bc i cant see him for 7 days

9:35. His xtrans has gone to fuck so he cant talk to me

9:36. Last time he sent me a text it took him 20 mins so he probably busted out my fucken flip phone in the meantime

13:02. yours?

13:03. Yea

13:03. Pastel pink

13:03. Pink conch shell background

13:04. verrry pretty.

13:05. I miss it so much it was great

13:05. Its the absolutely worst fuvking thing for me since ive gone deaf bc i can only message on it and its hell on earyh to try do that on a flip phone

13:06. can imagine.

13:08. do i have to. hm.

13:10. kiss him.

13:10. physically.

13:11. Do NOT shove your tongue in my dads mouth if you dont want me to clean your ass with it if thats what youre asking

13:12. I WAS NOT GOING TO.

13:12. You better not

13:12. But also no not necessarily

13:13. OK GOOD.

13:14. Also do yall not fucken kiss your pa on the goddamn cheek???????

13:14. What the ryck

13:20. how do i find him?

The Harlequin was rubbing the last bits of make up out of his face when he figured that the particularly tall white clothed man was approaching him specifically at vertiginous speeds, arms swinging like either a grandfather clock’s pendulum or the slowly descending curved blades used in a certain type of torture which he vaguely remembered being described in a thrilling short story.

“Hello.” said man began, and his voice was very familiar. “I-”

“Oh, I know you!” the clown interrupted him with a smile and a moderately heavy accent that the other could not quite place: “You are, ah, the boss! Of the metro, yes, no? Ah, ehm...”

He looked to his fingers as he snapped them once or twice, not noticing the sudden tension overtaking his interlocutor.

His expression turned sheepish as he faced the white eyes again: “Emmet?” he tried, starting to correct himself instantly: “No-”

“Yes.” the conductor assured him, deflating. “I am Emmet.”

“Ah, good, good! Sorry - I’ve got trouble with, ah, faces, you know,” the man explained as he waved a hand in front of his own nose to better drive his point home. Emmet found that to be hilarious affirmation, considering the only person he could have been mistaken for happened to have his exact same face, but did not say anything as the man’s eyes shined on him with newfound enthusiasm: “You are Briosa’s friend! No? She tells me about you!”

Her friend.

That was... Well, maybe not news - but it was weirdly relieving to hear.

So Emmet nodded in confirmation: “She says hello.”

“Ah!” and Mr. Crociera clapped once, very gleefully, and it might have looked not nearly as goofy if he were either still wearing Harlequin make up or not in otherwise full Harlequin costume: “Ah, thank you, thank you! She told you of the phone - oh my son, he’s sweet, my boy. She’s sweet, my boy.”

“Verrry sweet,” the conductor nodded again. “When she wants.”

The man laughed and made a strange sound, a sort of eh-jah, eh-jah, with his eyes crinkling at the corners as they turned small and squinty like his son’s (though exponentially less terrifying). His smile was more lopsided though, sliding all over his face to widen only on one side.

He made a wide inviting gesture with his hand, nodding his head in tandem: “Come, come, I know a place - I offer you a coffee, would you like? ‘s late, but I know a place in Nimbasa-”

“No no no,” Emmet replied quickly, though he did hold himself back from stepping away - that would have been awfully rude, a little voice in the back of his head reminded him: “Sorry. Still working. Sorry.”

“Ah, it’s fine, it’s fine! It’s on me, I forgot, of course, of course, we’re in the metro, you run it... But one time, you can come by us? I mean by me, in Driftveil?” and he said that with an intensity in the way he brought both hands to his chest to emphasize his person that made the conductor almost stumble deeper into his coat, “For dinner! I’d be glad, no problem at all! I like guests, and you know Briosa, you can both come, I’d be glad!”

Emmet clicked his tongue loudly and froze solid.

He only managed to get out of himself a strangled 'ah’, overwhelmed.

Getting invited to dinner by a very enthusiastic 50-something divorced clown father of one he properly met two minutes ago was not exactly something he had expected complying with Briosa’s simple request would have spiraled into.

It didn’t really help that he felt like he was being set up for a date.

With which one of the two Crocieras was up for debate.

Which! Didn’t exactly put him at ease either.

“I am.” he began, stunted, scrambling around his brain for a script that he could use in a situation like this: “Not. Ah. Hm. I am Emmet. She is. A friend. I’m not. We are. Not. Uh-”

But Mr. Crociera waved - he did that a lot, hands flying short distances in all directions as he talked - and made a funny noise like the trembling huff of a Zebstrika.

"Oh no no, I know, she said already - no boyfriend or girlfriend, she's not bringing one home, not now, not never," he laughed to bring him back to a comfortable lack of tension in his shoulders. "It's just - Briosa, you know how she is, she is not very, uhm... Socheble?" (sociable, he meant, though his pronounciation was a little butchered) "So now that she's got a friend I'm happy, I'm excited! I'm glad! Ah, but maybe too much, eh? A little early to--"

"A little," Emmet agreed.

"A little." the clown smiled. He stuck out a gloved hand suddenly with a little oh!, realizing he had not even introduced himself: "I'm Giglio, anyways."

"Geeyo," Emmet tried to repeat as they exchanged shakes.

"Like that, yes! Or Jack if it's easier for you. I don't get angry about it, you know."

Jack, with a wide ah sort of sound?

"You work for Burgh," the Subway Boss recognized him. The artistic Bug-enthusiast stressed that was how the name of one of the performing battlers of his gym was pronounced even when told it seemed a bit silly, so it was hard not to recognize it.

Giglio nodded: "I do! You know him?"

"I like Bug types."

"Me too! You wanna see, we can battle! I got a Combee, a Venipede, a..."

"I run the Double Battle Line," Emmet interrupted him. "Please keep you Pokémon contained on regular trains. Battle 20 challengers and face me!"

"Ha-ha! I don't know if I have time for that, but I can try!" the clown snickered, seeming not at all put off by the sudden stiffness of his script. His eyes were still a little squinted by his grin when he opened them again: “But I do mean it, the dinner - when you think it’s a good time! When you think it’s a good time, you tell Briosa, or you tell me. I’m always here at this time. Except Saturday! Saturday is day off.”

Saturday is day off, Emmet found himself memorizing as he nodded.

“But you tell her or me, and I give you the address and we all eat together. Sounds good? I fix us something nice - I like having guests, it’s no problem!”

And then Giglio’s face changed in a way that the conductor couldn’t exactly place, his eyes turning to slightly wider half moons, his mouth straightening slightly more evenly across his cheeks while still smiling.

“You look a bit lonely.” he just said in that same jovial tone.

Emmet’s expression didn’t change, hit by that sudden statement as he was. He remained smiling, mind completely blank.

Did he?

Was it that obvious?

The hand he had not retreated from the shake was cupped by both of Giglio's: he watched the clown gently rub it between his gloved palms a couple times before twisting it to lay on them, knuckles looking downwards - and a little yarn Swadloon frowning sleepily upon it.

"Ha!" he squeaked.

A genuinely amused chuckle reached him: "A neat trick, eh?"

"Verrry neat!" he agreed, feeling his grin turn more honest in delight. His free hand went to pet one of the fuzzy leafy antennae with genuine awe: the craftsmanship maybe was not the most precise, but it was absolutely adorable.

“It’s based on mine,” Giglio said, pointing at it. He gave a little wave as he tilted his head to the side: “I mean, they all look like that, I know, I know. But that’s mine specifically! So you can have a little friend in your breast pocket, to keep you company. Eh, I’m still - working, on the, the handywork, it’s not the best, but it’s nice, no?”

The conductor nodded giddily, yarn Swadloon safely and quickly tucked away; he wanted to thank him properly, but words were failing him.

"You think about that, eh? Coming for dinner?” the Harlequin spoke in his place, wagging a finger in his direction as if he were a kid being playfully admonished, “Don’t leave me hanging on that. I told you, I’m happy to have guests, no problem at all. So think about it, hm?”

As he began nodding again, Emmet’s eyes fell on the numbers brightly displayed on his Xtransceiver: “The next train for Driftveil will arrive at Gear Station in five minutes,” he noted helpfully.

He could see why Mr. Crociera had kept his job at Burgh’s gym for as long as he had: the extreme expression and loud ‘ueppa!’ as he brought a hand to his head, almost shoving it down his torso with the extreme pathos of the movement, made for a great subject to observe like a newly hatched Durant under a magnifying glass during any battle, and had probably fascinated the artist to the point of growing fond of his employed challenger. No doubt he had inspired some pieces, with a face like that.

A pair of hands clapped on Emmet’s arms and sandwiched him within them, snapping him out of his musings: “Thank you, I was gonna be here all night!” Giglio laughed, patting once or twice: “Been nice meeting you! Good work then, and ah,” he added as he already started darting off, “Thank you for Briosa!”

“She sends you a kiss!” the conductor remembered a bit late.

From already halfway down the tunnel Giglio slapped a hand on his heart as if hit square in the heart by an arrow, giving a loud AH!, launched first a grinning kiss towards his train, and a Thank You sign right back at him with a laugh.

21:07. your dad sends you a kiss.

21:08. A

21:08. Thank youuuu

21:12. he is verrry verrry nice.

21:13. Ofc he is id never lie about him

21:13. Worlds most perfect man

21:14. gave me a yarn swadloon.

21:14. :O can i see?

21:16. (picture)

21:17. OH holy fuck WWAIT

21:18. Thats fucking Pantalone!! His swadloon!! Id recognize that little greedy bastard anywhere

21:18. Thats so cute ill shit myself