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thedetectivessay · 3 years

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Highlights from the Fan Meeting

(took longer than planned. sorry..)

So, there were definitely A LOT of people watching during the event. At one point, it reached 26k viewers - but it could have been higher than that. They were also broadcasting through VLive so there were more.

There was an earlier interview thing that was reposted later on on Instagram. I’m not sure if that was something exclusive to SK viewers or if it really was just a private interview (saw a news outlet’s watermark somewhere; Yonhap News’, I think).

Either way, in that interview, Cho PD participated. He wasn’t there for the international fan meet, though.

Anyway, here are the highlights in a (mostly) chronological order:

• During the opening, the cast were introduced. Jaesuk or the MC did mention straight off the bat that this will be the final season.

• Sejeong roasted Kwangsoo because of his hair 😂 It’s currently very long because he and Sehun had been filming for Pirates 2; Sehun’s hair was long-ish as well. But yeah - he got the most teasing because his hair is as long as Sejeong’s now lol

• Okay, I gotta mention this: Jongmin was DRESSED TO THE T. He looked so nice, but it was so cute! He was just so determined to impress the international fans present. It just showed how much he cared about us and about how we felt about him.

So yes: if you haven’t yet, give Jongmin some love.

He was also asked at one point who he felt the closest to among the cast members, and y’all - he hesitated 😭😭 It was obvious he wanted to say he felt the closest to Sejeong, but he got scared because he thought the fans who were there might get mad at him 😭

But Sejeong, being the sweetheart that she is, kept encouraging him to pick her anyway by throwing hearts at him 🥰

Y’all, what are we gonna do once this show is over? This brOTP is the best when it came to roasting people! And they act like fr siblings 😭😭

• On the same question, after Jongmin did pick Sejeong, Kwangsoo made a remark, saying that he thought Jongmin was going to choose him. He looked hurt 😂

Side note: are we finally getting more Jongmin and Kwangsoo scenes this season?? 😃

• Not that long after, they played a game. Three of the cast members were chosen prior to the meet to draw a picture summarizing an episode. The rest had to guess where it was from.

Kwangsoo was the first to go, and his clue - drawn nicely - pointed to S1EP5, The Last Vampire. Jaesuk was the first one to solve it, mentioning that it was the episode Park Hae-jin was in.

Seunggi was next, and it took the cast a while to figure out which episode it is. Can’t remember who solved it or if Seunggi just gave them the answer, but it was depicting one of the final scenes in S2EP10, The Flower of Death. It was that part where they were in Flower Killer’s hideout, when he finally told them who he really was while standing over Minjae.

Kwangsoo afterwards said he was surprised by how terrible(?) Seunggi’s drawing skills were. Seunggi just laughed.

Sejeong was next. She drew the detective team (beautifully, btw), and underneath the picture were the words versus + seven silhouettes with question marks on their faces.

Kwangsoo praised Sejeong for her great drawing skills, and the cast agreed.

The cast eventually figured out which episode, but they were hesitant to really speak of it.

It was then revealed that it’s an episode/case where the detective team faces off with a copycat team. We will see this and find out who the copycat seven are in S3.

• Afterwards, they did this thing where a roulette chooses one of the members, the MC reads the messages written to them by fellow cast members, and they guess who they think it’s from.

I’ll probably make another post later for this if you guys want since I can’t remember everything that was said, but basically...

> Jaesuk received messages from Sehun and Seunggi. Can’t remember what Seunggi said, but Sehun pretty much just thanked Jaesuk for teaching him 10% of what he needed to know about variety (he said the other 90% he learned himself lol)

> Seunggi received messages from Sehun and Minyoung.

> Kwangsoo received messages from Jaesuk and Sejeong. Jaesuk said in his message that he highly valued him and Jongmin - and he asked them to stay with him forever (😭)

Meanwhile, Sejeong said that she’s thankful and sorry to Kwangsoo. When asked what she was sorry about, she said it was because she knew there were moments when it needed to be funny, and Kwangsoo would make a fool of himself to make that happen.

(Side note: she interacted a lot with Kwangsoo this fan meet, too, so I have hope that I will also get the Kwangsoo and Sejeong brOTP scenes I’ve been asking for 🙌🏼)

> Minyoung received messages from Jaesuk and Jongmin.

> Jongmin received messages from Kwangsoo and Sejeong (my other brOT3 😭❤️)

> Sehun received messages from Jongmin and Minyoung. Jongmin said in his message that he was sorry to Sehun because he didn’t (couldn’t?) take care of him better.

> Sejeong received messages from Jaesuk and Minyoung. Minyoung asked somewhere in her message for them to have a drink together some time, while Jaesuk asked Sejeong if she could help Kwangsoo land a role in her current drama 😂

Kwangsoo then revealed that Jaesuk always does that: whenever he meets with his friends and other celebrities, he always asks them to cast Kwangsoo in their drama or movie. The cast laughed.

Seunggi then mentioned afterwards that he’s currently working on a new drama or movie (not sure which one), and he offered Kwangsoo the role of a mouse lol

• That was then followed by the Thank You messages from the fans. Some of you may be aware of this, but about a week and a half ago, on IG, the Busted Netflix official account asked fans to submit a 10 second video of themselves saying “Thank you, Team Busted!” in their native language.

It was so cute, you guys! It just showed how much the cast and crew were loved by many all over the world.

Although: there was one fan from Sweden or Norway who had a whole PROJECT D MARK HANGING ON HIS WALL. THE SAME ONE HANGING OUTSIDE THE MAZE IN C’S LAIR IN THE SERIES PREMIERE.

Where did he get that?? I want one, I’m so jealous!! ☹️

• The fan meeting closed with messages from the cast. Most of them seemed so tired at this point, but Jaesuk proved to be the best leader the cast/team could ask for even in the end.

I mentioned this on the first update, but he said he felt sad that the series was coming to an end especially since the cast had such great chemistry. It was heartwarming to hear because it personally gave me a sense of closure.

To hear a cast member address the feelings a number of us feel is comforting, you know?

• The fan meet ended with bouquets of flowers (non-threatening kind 😏😉) and gift bags for the cast! They were all so pleasantly surprised, and it was so cute.

Netflix seemed to be aware that the awards season just finished in SK, so they gave each of the members their own trophies bearing personalized awards! It was a weighty trophy, too; the cast commented on it.

I don’t know what the other members received, but Sejeong, I think, got the Bright Future Award.

Myuk PD later posted on his IG pictures of this big gift bag that Netflix apparently gave him and the other PDs. One of the gifts they received contained a pair of wine glasses with an electric bottle opener in the middle. It was so classy and nice.

Bro - no one can say that Netflix didn’t love the detective team and the creators of the show. They threw all kind of love and attention on them, and they didn’t skimp on the gifts and ads either.

There are other points from that earlier interview I was talking about, but I’ll put that on a separate post if you’re interested :)

Detective Fam! There’s literally only two days before the final season drops! For those of you who live on the Eastern hemisphere, it’s just one day and some change!

Season 3!! Are you guys excited??!

#update #Busted Netflix fan meet #Yoo Jae Suk #Kim Jong Min #Lee Kwang Soo #Lee Seung Gi #Park Min Young #Oh Sehun #Kim Sejeong #Busted Netflix

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easyobsession · 4 years

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litg tag

I’m a thief! I’m a thief! Also I’m that girl who enjoys participating in things she wasn’t tagged in. So thanks @mrsrennellx ;D Also sorry if some of our answers are the same- I guess we share a brain!

1. Tim or Bobby?

This might get me some hate but I choose Tim. I stayed on the Gary track the entire season, and while Bobby was amazing there’s just something about Timye and his rap crew/stripper Spanish tours/wrestling career that I can’t forget. Both are brotp but Tim takes it for me.

2. Choose two Islanders (from any season) to be quarantined with, and why?

Aside from my LIs, I’d say Chelsea and Priya, because they’re my two BFFs. All of the other girls either had some sort of hidden agenda or seemed sketchy at various points. That was a big issue I had with season 1- MC really had no super strong girlfriends. As much as I loved Jen at the end, I took the Levi route and things started off super rough between us. Priya and Chelsea were the only two genuine females I’ve played with.

3. How/when did you discover the game?

Literally like 2-3 weeks ago lmao

4. If you could rewrite a scene, what scene would you rewrite?

Aside from, like, no Cherrygate because I was with Levi, I think I’d like in season 2 to have a bigger reunion with Gary when I return from Casa Amor. For me, I was with Henrick and Gary was with Chelsea and I stayed loyal (for Gary), and I would’ve liked for them to have a bigger reunion. I get why it was so subtle, but I would’ve liked a hug or something. I also would’ve liked the family phone interactions to be less cheesy and lame. And I would prefer more time with my LI at the reunion in season 1.

5. Favourite challenge?

I liked the one near the end of season 2 where the couples were guessing answers about their future. I still call bullshit that Lottie and Bobby beat us, btw. Gary and I crushed it.

(Idk where 6 is, lol)

7. Describe your ideal S3 LI.

Well, I had Levi season 1, Gary s2, so maybe a ginger this time? Lmao. I have no clue. Whoever it is better be ready to win, because I want my 3-peat.

8. New or old Hannah?

Um, new Hannah went after my man. Old Hannah at least waited until we weren’t coupled up anymore. Bitch can back right on off.

9. Who was dumped too soon?

Priya. She’s a good soul, that one.

10. Jakub or Felix?

Do I have to choose? I don’t like either of them.

11. Henrik or Lucas?

I was actually in to Lucas and was sad when he left early, but once he came back he was way too forward and disrespectful of my relationship with Gary. Henrick was always kind to me. I didn’t hold any resentment when he brought back Blake because we were a friendship couple, I was just mad he chose me at all when I could’ve coupled back up with Gary. But yeah, my answer is Henrick because he seems less full of himself.

12. Jo or Hope?

I’m not Hope’s biggest fan, but Jo was dull as a pair of white socks. Nice enough, but I’ll pass.

13. Lottie or Priya?

I was all for Lottie and girl code at the start until she fucked that up ten times over. Queen Priya always.

14. What originally drew you to your LI?

I’ll be honest- I first picked Gary because he was the cutest. I like a big buff guy, and he looked like a sweetheart. (I was right.)

15. Favorite LI of all time (both seasons)?

Gary. Because my other LI was Levi and he fucked up a lot. Gary did too, but only at the start. Levi continued to fuck up as time passed. Gary only got sweeter and, thus, more attractive. Plus, Gary very much has no clue how amazing he is, which is also attractive. He thinks he’s just an average guy that doesn’t deserve much, which is why I (and my MC) like him so much.

16. Favourite scene/day?

I know I said I wanted more from it, but when Gary walks out and sees MC didn’t bring anyone back from Casa Amor, I just lose it every time. TOO CUTE.

17. Who had the best character development?

Hard to say. I wanted to say Priya, but really she was just misunderstood at first. Cherry came a ways as well, though I’ll never be her top supporter after Cherrygate. Gary evolved a lot- he found some confidence and really came into his own. By the end of the season he was a strong and equal partner for MC, which says a lot.

18. One thing that irked you about the game?

Mine loads too slow lmfao. Also Hannah never apologized for being a hoebag and going after my man. She just moved on to Henrick and acted like everything was normal and we were besties. Like HELLO?

19. Season 1 reunion or Season 2 wedding?

Season 2. Season 1 we got literally a single scene with our LI and I was pissed.

20. Describe domestic life or a head-canon about/with your LI.

MC playing her instrument for Gary and him being super duper heart eyes. Maybe even performing something for him at the wedding reception, or that night- on the beach maybe? It might have to be somewhere private because I can totally see Gary jumping her as soon as she’s done.

21. Guess some of the Islanders surnames?

No. ;D

#litg2 #litg season 2 #love island the game #love island the game season 2 #love island the game 2 #lo talks

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cookieswriting · 5 years

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Can’t Be Happening Pt. 4 (SEAL Team)

((All the tears over the brotherhood in this last episode...especially my BroTP. Ugh, they wrecked me. Pretty sure I’ll be writing a follow-up of some kind since I doubt we’ll get one on screen whenever our boys are back. Sorry this took so long and is so short, class started up again and has me all kinds of busy and tired, but I wanted to get something out for you lovelies. Will probably actually be wrapping up in the next couple of chapters, so please let me know if there’s anything else you want to see!))

By the time the rest of the team finished cleaning up, Trent was just coming into the waiting area and looked exhausted. “Spenser?” Jason asked hesitantly, not liking the look on his medic’s face.

“He’s as stable as he’s going to get here.” Blood streaked his cheek as he ran a hand down his face, and Trent clenched a trembling fist. “They don’t have sufficient resources and infection is starting to set in...we’ve gotta to get him back to Virginia Beach if he’s going to get the transfusion and meds that he needs.”

Sonny resisted the urge to punch the nearest wall, and the entire team turned to Blackburn, who was already on the phone. Within minutes, everything was lined up to get them back to home and the team was packing up.

None of them spoke as one by one they made it to the tarmac, where their wounded brother was secured to a gurney with a bag of saline hanging from the IV pole. Trent was the last to arrive, taking a moment to clean himself up before exchanging information quietly with the Mexican doctor and shaking the man’s hand. The team followed solemnly as the medic eased Clay into the plane. The flight was similarly quiet, everyone anxious to disturb Clay despite his ghost-like pallor and utter lack of movement since they’d seen him carted away upon arrival at the Mexican base.

“Any change?” Davis asked when Trent sat down near her after going through his fifth checkup. The SEAL sighed heavily and dropped his head into his hands. Davis rubbed his back, wishing there was more that she could do to help her boys.

“He’s got a raging fever. The stab wound is infected, and the antibiotics they had to offer can’t even come close to touching it. He won’t wake up, the reset and splint job they did on his leg is mediocre at best...and none of this even touches what all of this has done to his mind. We have no idea how he’s going to react when he wakes up...if he wakes up.”

Davis shook her head. “One step at a time, Sawyer. No jumping to conclusions, Spense is nothing if not stubborn.”

“Landing soon. Medical crew is waiting, they’ll get him taken care of,” Blackburn murmured, approaching the team and gesturing for everyone to get secured.

Sonny settled in close to Clay’s head, eyes never leaving the youngest member’s face as they jostled. When the blonde man winced and gave a soft moan, Sonny reached out from his seat to squeeze Clay’s bicep. “Almost home, brother...almost there. Just hang tight a little bit longer, you hear me?”

Just as when they’d made it to the Mexican base, the medical team was seamless in rushing Clay off the plane and away from the rest of Bravo team. Sonny lingered, staring at a small pool of blood that had gathered underneath the stretcher. “He’s home...he’s in the best possible hands right now.” The Texan finally looked over at Lisa, seeing his fear reflected back in her eyes despite the reassurance in her voice.

“But will it be enough?” The soft voice of Bravo Two drew Sonny’s attention, and he watched confusion and then firm resolution cross his features. “Ray?”

The man in question held up a placating hand. “I hear you, baby, but if Clay pulls through this, he’s going to have to decide for himself if he is ready to see her. I’ll call you when we know anything more.” Ray sighed. “I’ll be damned if we give up on him, but Naima...it doesn’t look good. He’s in a really bad way, and having to fly back home for the treatment he needs didn’t help. We need to be with him...I’ll call soon. I love you.”

Sonny raised a questioning brow at Ray once he hung up, and the three finally deplaned together, several yards behind the others. “Wanna tell me what that was about?”

“Stella ended things with Clay right before we shipped out...which explains a hell of a lot about why he was so quiet. But she’d apparently tried to call him to fix things the day that he was taken, but we were already out on recon. Naima picked her up the day the video was released, has been with her ever since.”

Images flashed in his mind of Clay sending Sonny a half-hearted salute before shoving him back out of a building they’d just entered, a disconnected look in his eye as he made himself vulnerable to Doza’s men in order to protect the rest of the team. Rage simmered in his chest. “She sent him out-”

“I know, brother,” Ray assured, patting his shoulder. “But they’re both young, new at this...like I told Naima, it’ll be Clay’s decision whether to let her back in.” He gestured towards the hospital. “Let’s go wait with the others to hear what’s going to happen. I wanna make sure Trent gets cleaned up as soon as he’s told to stand down.” Sonny nodded, and Davis squeezed his arm affectionately to tug him along. They were met by Jason, Blackburn, Brock, and Ellis in the waiting room, and could do nothing but settle in for what they knew would be a long wait.

“He’s home? He’s safe?” Stella questioned as soon as Naima hung up the phone. The older woman tucked her cell into her purse and guided the blonde to a bench. “W-what is it?”

“The team found him and brought him home, but he is seriously hurt. They couldn’t treat him in Mexico, so they flew him back to the hospital here. Ray couldn’t talk for long, so that’s all that I know.”

Stella sensed hesitation in Naima’s voice, watched her face closely, and felt fear tighten around her heart. “C-can we go wait with the team?”

“No, I’m sorry, Stell...it’s got to be on his terms. If his health is as precarious as it sounds, we can’t add on to his stress until we know he’s able to handle it.” She reached out and took Stella’s hand, giving it a comforting and apologetic squeeze. “The team isn’t handling this well either...I could hear it in Ray’s voice; I don’t know what happened to the men that took Clay, but no matter what they’re still going to be looking for someone to lash out at...I don’t want that to be you.”

Despite the gentle tone, and the knowledge that Naima wasn’t trying to make an accusation, the gravity of her words felt like a suckerpunch to the gut. Bravo Team would lash out at her because they blame her, at least in part, for what happened to Clay. It wasn’t as though she could argue...there had been enough self-loathing going on already, it only made sense that they’d come to the same conclusion if they knew what she’d done. Tears filled her eyes as the full weight of countless emotions crashed over her: relief that Clay had been found and was so far still alive, fear that he still might not make it, guilt that this was at least partly her fault...worry that even if Clay allowed her back into his life, the rest of Bravo wouldn’t.

That, even if Clay forgave her, would be the true end of their relationship; if his brothers denied her, Clay would eventually be forced to choose between them, and she couldn’t do that to him. She would, however, do whatever it took to earn their trust and acceptance, because she knew that they were part of Clay. She respected them, their loyalty and protectiveness. Was grateful beyond words, because it was the reason he’d come home breathing...she only hoped they would give her a chance to learn from her mistake and prove that she wouldn’t abandon him again.

#seal team fanfic #clay spenser whump #clay spenser #sonny quinn #trent sawyer #ray perry #naima perry #stella baxter #SEAL Team

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wanderingthroughwickford · 5 years

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2, 3, 5, 26 for ND and DW!

Hey! Thanks to everyone who submitted these! I started with this one since it specified both numbers and fandoms, so it’s easier to do.

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

Nancy Drew: Francy. Sorry guys. I’m not that into ND shipping in general, tbh.

Doctor Who: Hmm ... well, I basically BroTP the Doctor with most of their companions, rather than shipping them romantically, but I think most people do, too. I don’t know how popular Amy/Eleven is, but that’s one I can only see platonically; same with Clara/Eleven and Clara/Twelve... Donna/Ten is my #1 DW BroTP, but I don’t think many people see that romantically.

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

I don’t ... think so, for either fandom? Definitely not for Doctor Who, since I’m relatively new to the fandom and I don’t think I’ve even followed any DW blogs. Possibly for Nancy Drew, way back in my early days on this site (when I exclusively followed Clue Crew-ers) but I can’t remember any instances.

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Nancy Drew: I don’t think so. Like I said, I’m not really involved in ND shipping. And the fandom tends to be pretty good-natured in general, so I can’t really see anyone there ruining a pairing.

Doctor Who: In a way, the fandom *kind of* ruined a pairing for me before it even happened? Long story short, I watched all the Martha and Donna episodes of Doctor Who before any of the Rose ones, and hearing how Martha got hated on so much by the fandom for ‘ruining’ Ten/Rose (though, lbr, because racism) kind of gave me a bit of annoyance with the Doctor/Rose ship? But once I actually watched Seasons 1 and 2 (I’m partway through the latter), it grew on me. It’s not OTP level, but it’s cute and likeable enough. :)

26. Most shippable character?

Nancy Drew: I mean ... I guess Nancy herself? Given that she’s the only character who’s in every game, and she has by far the most amount of interactions with different characters. On the other hand, though, she’s, like, an 18-year-old girl, and I only really ship her with Ned.

Doctor Who: This is another case where, like, the protagonist is obviously the most shippable but I also don’t really ship them with anyone, other than canon ships? Jack Harkness also definitely qualifies.

Thanks for asking!

#meme #shipping meme #Doctor Who #Nancy Drew

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arbokzee · 6 years

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Tell me about Joxter! :D

Trash cat dad coming through

Favorite thing about himThe fact he generally seems chill and doesn’t give a hoot about anything, but he does care when it actually matters (i.e. when there’s actual real danger, or for his son)

Least favorite thing about himNothing. Not to say that he’s perfect, far from it, but there’s nothing about him I don’t like; at least, nothing I can think about.

Favorite lineI basically love everything and anything that comes out of his mouth but his cautionary tales specifically always make me laugh:“I had a cousin once who studied trigonometry until his whiskers drooped, and when he had learned it all, a Groke came and ate him up.”Mood

brOTPWith the Muddler: For all the things he generally doesn’t give a shit about, he does seem to care about the Muddler. Tove even drew him holding the Muddler’s hand and pulling him along when the Oshun Oxtra crew crossed the bridge -

CUTE

OTPMymble/Joxter, of course. Still one of my absolute favorite ships to date. 👌

nOTPidk maybe with Moominpappa? No hate to whoever likes it but their dynamic makes this one hilarious catastrophe of a ship.

Random headcanonNot sure if I ever explicitly mentioned this but I hc Lonesome Wyatt’s voice as Jox’s: Holy Spooks for young Jox, and Those Poor Bastards for older Jox, specifically.

Unpopular opinionJox became grody and just a little bit off when he grew older. My gross slightly unhinged old Jox is my big fav and this is the hill I’ll die on.

Song I associate with himCrooked Man is a big one, same for Stay Away from the Forest, Boy, but I can put together whole entire playlists full of Lonesome Wyatt’s work that I associate with this trash cat, so narrowing it down to just a few songs is difficult (even though I literally just did exactly that)

Favorite picture of him

This cloud humping hopping bastard

#yes the catastrophe pun was deliberate fite me #moomin #joxter #the joxter #moominblogging #still my fav dirty bastard ngl

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wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey · 6 years

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Hey, if you're still doing the tv show asks, Leverage?

YESSS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE LEVERAGE THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK

My favorite Episode: oh gosh WHY DID I THINK THIS ASK GAME WAS A GOOD IDEA I HAVE A HISTORY OF NOT BEING ABLE TO CHOOSE FAVORITE THINGS…

Ok, Season 1, I particularly like The Stork Job, because we get some background on Parker, we get insight into her view of herself (that she is messed up), and we see that she does have compassion hidden under her layers of weirdness (wanting to save the kids no matter what). Also the moment when Hardison comforts her is beautiful, not to mention a great shipping moment “I like how you turned out”!!!!! The first episode is also good, as is the Mile High Job, and both David episodes. Any episode with Maggie and/or Sterling is gold

Season 2: I LOVE THE TAP-OUT JOB. Let’s be real, any episode that is Eliot-centric is my fave episode because he is simultaneously the simplest and most complex character (not to mention he is freaking cool). Speaking of Eliot, I love The Order 23 Job–Eliot, this fierce, intelligent, frankly quite scary man has the softest heart when it comes to kids! Other good episodes include The Two-Live Crew Job (Sophie doesn’t know how to be dead), The Future Job (Eliot was totally willing to kill a guy for Parker), and the Three Strikes Job (Eliot stars on the baseball diamond and on Japanese TV!)

Season 3: Sooooo many good episodes…I like the Double-Blind Job because Parker is getting overtly jealous of Hardison’s attentions! The Studio Job is great because Christian Kane gets to demonstrate his singing skills, The Gone-Fishing Job has some great Eliot and Hardison bonding time (even if Hardison couldn’t be more out of his element lol), The Rashoman Job is exactly what it sounds like and everybody’s interpretations of Sophie’s accent crack me up every time, The Ho Ho Ho Job has Santa Eliot and Elf Parker, and the last two episodes of the season are great high stakes with satisfying twists (and Eliot reveals he once worked for Moreau, and for him did the worst thing he ever did in his life, which he won’t reveal I love me some Eliot angst)

Season 4: Honestly…The Long Way Down Job is fantastic and a great season opener. Hardison just wants hugs, Nate and Sophie do their typical excellent grifting, and Parker and Eliot have one of my favorite of their bonding moments. That said, I love The 10 L’il Grifters Job what with the dress-up and murder mystery stuff, and The Van Gogh Job is one of my all time FAVORITE episodes because of the reenactment of the old love story wITH PARKER AND HARDISON IN THE LEAD ROLES AS STAR-CROSSED LOVERS OMG oh but wait ALSO I love The Grave Danger Job because it shows clearly how much the whole team loves Hardison and in particular Parker and Eliot, like Parker NEEDED Hardison and she also calmed and saved him and Eliot just gives him that crushing hug! (OTP AND BROTP 5EVER) …………aw dangit I also love Hardison, Parker, and Eliot’s roles in The Experimental Job, and the parody of The Office in The Office Job, the split-ups of the team in the Night Out Jobs, and the sadness and desperation and the team-ups in The Last Dam Job

Season 5: I love hockey, and so seeing Eliot on ice in The Blue Line Job was great. The D.B. Cooper Job is really fun, with more reenacting of roles by the team but this time with Eliot and Parker as two people in love (and honestly I ship Hardison and Parker more, but I can def see the possiblity for E and P and I’ve even read fics for them). The Rundown Job is interesting because Eliot, Hardison, and Parker are completely on their own for the first time, and do quite well, and I didn’t think I would like The Frame Up Job as much because it was only Nate and Sophie (and while I love them, E, H, and P are my faves) but it was actually a really good episode, maybe because of Sterling and also because Nate and Sophie gave off Nick and Nora vibes

My least Favorite Episode: …………………………………………………no such thing sorry does not compute. This is the one show that has NEVER let me down. EVER.

My favorite Arc: THE TRAJECTORY OF THE WHOLE DANG SHOW! My least favorite Arc: I guess sometimes I just needed Nate to get past his problems a little quickerMy favorite ship: Parker and Hardison!!! PRETZELSMy favorite character: Probably a toss-up between Eliot Spencer and Parker, with Alec Hardison a CLOSE thirdMy favorite season: EVery SINgle ONE OF THEM!!!My least favorite: ????? Who I wish would have stayed till the end: I guess it would have been cool if Maggie could have shown up a few more timesWho I wish would have left the show sooner: no one? I love them all? even Nate who can quite frankly be obnoxious? :DWho I think is the most cheated character: the cool thing about Leverage is that it does a fabulous job balancing the screen-time of all the team-members in every episode. And while they each have “spotlight episodes,” no one is ever over-shadowed by the othersWho got more screen time than they maybe should: I have nothing to say here, see previous answerWhat drew me to it: the modern day Robin Hood vibeWhat kept me watching: the lively characters, the found family trope in full effect, the fun cons, the sarcasm and witty banter!If I would recommend it: ABSOLUTELY GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW

#leverage #found family + modern day Robin Hood #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #sophie devereaux #nate ford #i love this show so freaking much #go watch it #ask games

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jastertown · 6 years

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You're favorite Fire Emblem and/or favorite character of all time(any series)? For the list thing.

*cracks knuckles* hohhhh boi my man strap yourself in I’m gonna ramble about my favorite FE character. I’d talk about Ayano Tateyama from Kagerou Project if this didn’t get long as it is. Maybe I’ll add a second part about Ayano some other time, I really love her she’s an amazing girl.

So uh. Fire Emblem character? Cain. Big Stan time I love him. I also really like Merric and Marth and Caeda and Minerva and basically all of the Shadow Dragon/New Mystery crew and also Frederick and Lucina from Awakening but anyways!!favorite thing about them- He? He good boy. He is, as I see him, loud and dumb and my favorite thing is that he’s canonically an instructor later on, so you get the mix of reckless idiot and also capable teacher and I think it’s Really Good.

least favorite thing about them- Hhhh not enough content my man. He’s great but he’s a background character and so not as many people give him love as they might, say, a main character like Marth (even though I love Marth as well whoops)

favorite line- hecc he doesn’t have many in-game lines unfortunately but. His defeat quote in Shadow Dragon feels Very Bad when you consider all he’s been through: “Tell them… I did not run…”On a lighter note, his Heroes quotes are really great and perfectly embody the nonsense that is this moron- one of them is just him Yelling while training then being like, ‘sorry can’t talk im training!!!!’

brOTP- He and Abel!! I headcanon them as brothers and I think their dynamic of reckless and brash/collected and calm is really nice, especially when you toss in the dynamic of them being brothers who have grown up with all the aspects of the other’s personality.

OTP- Hhhh none? I don’t ship him with anyone, when it comes to romantic relationships.

nOTP- He and Abel. I headcanon them as brothers. Also he and Marth- the age difference feels. Weird.

random headcanon- He’s ace and very oblivious when it comes to relationships- he has, on more than one occasion, misunderstood a question and answered to disastrous results. (Like, ‘hey who could you see yourself with?’ ‘uhhh like. lord Marth and lady Caeda? I’m gonna be a knight for like. forever and that means serving them for as long as possible. …wait what do you mean ‘with’ meant ‘in a relationship with’’)

unpopular opinion- Uh. i really don’t think I have any? Yeah I don’t think I do he’s just a good boy.

song i associate with them- wh. I’m awful with songs and I dunno. No Cain songs here sorry folks

favorite picture of them- h I dunno. I love pretty much All art of him (there’s some good art I’ve reblogged that I just tagged as ‘cain’ because he’s my fav) . But a while back a friend drew me something of him for my birthday and it still is Happy Feel so that’s probably it. heckk I didn’t really properly answer the last three questions did i ripbut anyways thank you anon!!! I’d throw down in the back of any schoolyard for you

#ask responses #ask meme response #fe #i ramble about cain for a ridiculous amount of time

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andsjuliet · 6 months

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i now know we choose soulmates ourselves. fate leaves that up to us. and like he also said, maybe you get more than one. i know that i have. i got four

#nancy drew #nancy drew edit #nancydrewedit #nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #drew crew #cwedit #tvedit #teendramasource #teendramaedit #so while listening to for good one night when i couldn't sleep #i started thinking about the drew crew and just started sobbing #and this gif set was born #my wicked and nd girlies will get it!#tv: nancy drew #brotp: drew crew #creations: gifs

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lilithhawthorne · 7 years

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I was tagged by @siarven - thank you!

Rules: Answer the ten questions given and write ten new ones for ten other people.

1. What’s the last book that you read/are reading, and do you like it or not? Would you recommend it to other people?

I’m currently reading Miranda and Caliban by Jacqueline Carey. Carey is an excellent writer and the prose is lovely, but I haven’t made a decision yet if I like it. The story is intriguing, but the characters are difficult and the premise is… a little cringy.

2. Favourite book/ book series and why?

My favorite book is The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. Everyone has to read it!!!!! I love it, you’ll love it!!! I think a lot of people have seen the movie, which is beautiful in it’s own right, but everyone should read the book. The story is so inspiring and heartbreaking in equal parts, and the cast of characters are unlike anything else.

3. Name a character that you love to hate.

Oh, this is hard! I think it would have to be a character from one of my guilty pleasure books - I’d have to say Feyre Archeron from A Court of Thorns and Roses. I know she’s the protagonist and I’m not supposed to hate her, but I find everything she does to be so insufferable. Her supporting crew is much more interesting.

4. If you could switch places with one character, who would it be?

This is even harder than the previous question! Hmmm… Sidra / Lovelace from A Closed and Common Orbit. She’s the cutest little AI, and I want her great hair and cool friends.

5. Do you prefer to write by hand or computer?

I love the idea of writing by hand (mainly because I love buying journals), but typing is the most productive. I have Focus Writer on my computer, which is great for many reasons, but my favorite function is the typewriter sounds it makes as you type!

6. What’s the first story you ever wrote?

Oh gosh, that’s hard to say. I’ve been writing ever since I could. However, the first story I remember turning in as an assignment was when I was in fifth grade. I wrote a story about a serial killer in prison who faked his death so his brain could be transplanted into someone’s body. His will was so strong he was able to hold his consciousness in his brain and took control over his new body. My teacher had a long talk with me the next day.

7. Do you listen to music when writing or not? If yes, instrumental or with lyrics?

Only instrumental music. I use 8 Tracks and I choose playlists that are “epic,” “writing,” and “instrumental,” then choose one at random.

8. What’s your favourite writing spot?

On a comfy couch or chair, curled up, with my laptop very precariously balanced on my knees or the arm of my seat.

9. When do you prefer to write? In the morning, during the day, on commute or during breaks, in the evening or night?

I love writing on my commute to school on the train, but I never have my computer and have to use my phone, which is less than ideal. Late, late, late at night tends to be the preferred time for inspiration to strike.

10. What drew you to writing, and what’s keeping you here?

I’m not sure what attracted me to writing. If I had to guess and take a deep dive into my inner self, it would probably be because I was naturally gifted at reading and was allowed to skip grades and subjects because of it, and writing became a natural extension of reading. I wasn’t good at math or science, so honing the skills that accompanied a voracious appetite for literature was in my best interest.

I’ve always had so much swirling around in my head, I’m a compulsive day dreamer and my mind wanders whenever I have the time - writing became and remains the best way to explore the worlds in my head.

I’ll tag @venatohru, @solas-you-nerd, @rad-puppeteer, @chupacabrasmustdie, @theshapeofthatemptiness, @autodiscothings, @mass-effort, @pathfinderlittleduck, @keita52 and @nerdyholler

Your questions are:

1. Is there a piece of modern media that has inspired your creativity the most?

2. Do you have to finish a book once you’ve started it, or are you able to walk away if it doesn’t interest you?

3. Do you wait until you’ve finished a current project before you start a new one, or are you the kind of person that has a folder full of WIPs?

4. Do things have to be just right for you to be able to write, or can you write wherever/whenever?

5. Do you have a favorite terrible book?

6. Do you have a OTP? A NOTP? A BROTP?

7. Do you write fanfiction? If yes, what was the first piece/fandom you wrote?

8. Do you find drawing, writing, or reading more relaxing?

9. What is your favorite cliché trope - to read and/or write?

10. How many journals do you have? Describe the prettiest one/your favorite.

#tag meme #thanks for tagging me!

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owl-quill · 7 years

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Sooo, nobody expressed a preference what I should work on, buuuuut @abutterflyobsession mentioned elsewhere she liked Bog and Dawn BroTP stuff, so I cleaned up chapter 2 of my PixiePine story. Here’s chapter 1 on AO3

Dawn followed Bog’s lead. The scrape and clicking of his armour echoed faintly, but they arrived at the entrance she had avoided because there were noises coming from there without incident. He hesitated, but leaned towards it.

“Do you want to go in there?” Dawn whispered, hovering behind Bog to get closer to his ear. It made him twitch a little bit, as if the sound of her voice had surprised her.

“Yeah. I need to ask some questions. Of goblins.” He held out the stick with the inert cobweb orb to her. “Take this. Hold this for me. Stay hidden. Be careful.”

“You too.”

He gave her a nod before stalking into the deeper dark of the corridor leading to the sleeping quarters. He could hear a lot of people’s calm breath, and some people snoring. There was light filtering through the central column, which was open to the sky, and between that and his memory and carefully feeling his way, Bog made it to the first cubby. Behind a coarse weave curtain was a small room with… two cots? Giving his eyes a few moments to adjust, Bog considered, but speculation proved superfluous when behind a potato-shaped lump the expected size, he made out the characteristic snapper face, this one with one antenna shorter than the other. So Stuff and Thang were sharing quarters now? Well, good for them.

After hesitating briefly - this could go very wrong - he ducked inside and, kneeling next to the cot, leaned close to his former right hand, and whispered. “Stuff? Stuff, wake up.” After a bit more of that, and a quiet grumble from the smaller goblin, Stuff opened her eyes a little, grumbled, and squinted.

She sat up and breathed in; Bog raised a hand. “Quiet, please. I just have a few questions.”

She threw her hands over her mouth and took a moment to gather her wits. In a strained whisper she said, “Sire? You’re back?!”

“It’s complicated. Listen, Stuff, this is important.”

“Yes?”

“First, how is my mother?” She had visited him a few times, but that seemed to have stopped long ago, if he could trust his feeling of time.

“I’m not sure…”

“What happened to her?” Bog tensed, his wings flicking involuntarily. If Sugar Plum had harmed her, he would find a way to make her regret it.

“Not– nothing as far as I know. I mean, after the third time she tried to free you, the, the new queen banished her from the castle. Griselda said she would go and visit her cousins out East. Haven’t heard from her, good or bad, since.”

Well. That deferred that question until later. Bog hoped she was all right, and tried to not feel too relieved that he would not have to deal with her meddling right now. He settled back.

“Is the Sugar Plum Fairy a good queen?”

His answer was silence. Bog sighed. “No test, no trick. I want to know if I need to try to take her down, or if she can stay were she is. I want an honest answer.”

“Well, she’s… different? She lifted the ban on love, er.”

Bog made a dismissive gesture. “I know it wasn’t popular. What about consequences? Is the Dark Forest in chaos?”

“I’m afraid not? I mean, not more than usual. She… does a decent job at arbitering problems brought before her. She couldn’t wrap her head around logistics, but she found or had trained good people for it. Winter stores were very good last year even though the year was nothing special. And she’s working on trade deals with the fairies, but being careful about it and humouring the elders…”

“Sounds good. I shall trust your judgement.”

“Sorry, sire? What will you do?”

“Talk to her. I have no intention of causing trouble, but I need to talk to her. Could you arrange that?”

“How…?”

“Just give me a few minutes’ headstart, then tell her about it. I’ll wait in the throne room.”

“As you say, sire.”

“Thank you. And to avoid… misunderstandings, how about if you call me Bog.”

“Uh. I’ll try to remember.”

“Good.”

Bog retreated from the cubby, where Stuff started hissing something at Thang. Bog took to the wing when he reached the small corridor leading out of the main tower, and in the main corridor alighted and looked around for Dawn.

She floated down from the ceiling. “Everything all right?”

“Yeah, we should be able to see the Sugar Plum Queen soon. Come on.” He led her with the confidence of someone moving through his own home, for that’s what this castle was. He had grown up here. It was strange to think that it was not his any more but… He had spent a lot of time isolated, alone, and without any responsibilities. He couldn’t say he missed trying to get several hordes of goblins organised and impressed enough to avoid anyone challenging him.

The throne room was lit by a half moon casting a slanted pillar of light through the glassed skylight onto the weathered floor. Bog considered taking station in the shadows near the wall opposite the throne to get a chance at something resembling an entrance, and instead stood close to the set of stairs that led into the slightly higher part of the room which held the throne.

Bog turned to Dawn and held out his hand. She gave him the cobweb orb immediately, and then didn’t quite seem to know what to do with her hands. She looked around at the different entrances and niches and holes.

“What’s going to happen?”

“Someone, or some people are going to show up. I hope it will be the Sugar Plum Queen and maybe a few goblins. We will tell her about the danger for the kingdom and then… we’ll see what happens. Or she doesn’t trust me and sends in goblins she trusts to take me prisoner again. Or she weaves a spell I didn’t know she had.” Whatever happened, it would be more interesting than his day would have been if Dawn had not shown up. But the fairy princess had obviously been prepared for stealth. “Would you prefer to leave now?”

She straightened out her arms at her sides, hands balled to fists. “I’ll stay. I’ll tell them about Roland. I’ve met him. That’s better. First-hand information is more reliable, and I can answer questions.”

“Thank you.” Bog gave her a slight bow, which drew a smile from her.

Silence played on their nerves, ragging their edges. Bog found that looking up into the moonlight was soothing. There were half-formed thoughts in the back of his head wanting to link it with the light of the orb prison, but they dissipated when a bluer light entered the throne room in a swoop. The sounds of goblins coming closer followed.

The Sugar Plum Fairy hovered a way left and above the throne, looking at the former king with narrowed eyes. Half a dozen goblins emerged from the corridor she had come out of and spread out. Gaze flicking to the soot-covered fairy, she said, “I guess that answers how you freed yourself. You didn’t.”

Bog, the stick with the dark cobweb orb in his left, bowed to her, making her float upwards a little and curl her tail in surprise. “Please don’t hold it against her, your majesty. She has important news.”

Floating closer to them slowly, she asked, “Bog, what are you playing at? I was expecting a fight and you disappoint me!”

“I don’t want to fight. I want to talk.” He could hear more goblins behind him, above him. He didn’t have to look around to know they were coming out of various cubbyholes to watch. There were awed sounds and hisses and whispers. His wings flicked in irritation and he fought down an impulse to flare his pauldrons to look bigger. “We want to talk.”

Dawn, who was standing a step right and behind him, leaned to the right to look around him, and waved the fingers of one hand at the queen. The whispers grew louder. More voices. “It’s really him!” “What will happen now?” “If they fight, who do you back?” “Betcha we’ll have a king again tomorrow.”

Was the whole crew waking up and flooding the throne room? But even if, it shouldn’t make Bog nervous enough for his wings to jitter. He seemed to be able to hear every single voice clearly, but it made it hard to focus on Plum, and reading her right was absolutely necessary.

“Talk, you say? I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Rip off his wings this time!” someone yelled from the back of the room.

“He’s a goblin, you traitor!”

The queen raised her voice, making Bog flinch. “Stop it right now!” It got the attention of nearby goblins, but not those arguing at the back of the great hall.

Bog turned, aghast. Outside a quiet circle around the queen, more arguments broke out. Bog tried to reach for the authority he used to be able to command, but he couldn’t think, each voice getting a hook into his attention and they all dragging it into different directions.

Then a painfully high voice screamed, drawn out, “QUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!”

When Dawn’s scream faded, every goblin was covering their ears, including Bog, who had dropped the stick. The orb remained undamaged. Bog was not so sure about his hearing.

The fairy princes gave a decisive little nod. “Queen Aura, please let us talk somewhere more privately. It will most likely be more productive.”

“Maybe. Who are you, under all that dirt?”

She hesitated a bare moment. “I’m Princess Dawn, Dagda’s daughter, princess of the Fair Fields.”

“Oh, cute. Well, if you say you have important news, I might listen.” She pointed at the prison Bog had built for her, and her voice dropped to a snarl. “But that thing stays here, active or not!”

“What?” Bog’s ears were still ringing.

The Sugar Plum Fairy caught Dawn’s eye, then looked at Bog and waved in an unmistakable gesture for them to follow, before floating to an empty hole far above ground.

Dawn pointed at the stick, then made a warding gesture. “That stays here.” She pointed at Bog, then herself, then Sugar Plum. “We follow.”

Bog nodded, and they both took to the air. Dawn stopped, fluttering, finding the hole smaller than expected, and indeed too small for her wings. Bog held out an arm. “I know that route,” he said louder than necessary. “I can carry you.”

Hesitating a few moments, looking down at the agitated goblins, Dawn finally nodded and slung her arms around Bog’s neck before furling her wings. He pulled her towards him, his narrow, vibrating wings taking them through the dark, winding hole safely.

When they reached a small platform at the end of the tunnel, Bog thought his hearing was going back to normal, judging by the sound and echo of his wings. In the silence after landing, he said quietly, “Uh. Thank you. That was… necessary.”

“I saw how nervous it made you. You wings…”

Bog cleared his throat. “I’m not used to crowds any more, it seems. Anyway. Thanks. But. Please don’t do that again when I’m standing next to you.”

“Oh. OK.”

“Good.”

Around a corner there was amber light mixed with blue in a study that had once been his own.

#Strange Magic #Strange Magic fanfic #Dawn #Bog #Sugarplum Fairy #Stuff #PixiePine #my posts

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capnjay21 · 7 years

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we’re pirates, what did you expect?

after watching 6x16 and the pirate brotp that is Hook and Blackbeard, an idea popped into my head for the Blackbeard origin story that nobody asked for, ft. our favourite one-handed villain - so here it is! set mid-Hook’s time in Neverland, with some spoilers for 6x16. Words: ~3900 Rating: T AO3

The entire shore seemed to tremble whenever Captain Hook came in to port.

Taverns emptied, dock workers found excuses to scurry home, inns slammed their shutters closed and merchants cowered behind their stalls, each praying the dread pirate would find no excuse to provide them custom. For a usually bustling harbour for commerce, it was nothing short of paranormal, the way silence itself would soothe even the squalliest of waters as the Jolly Roger glided into the bay. The fastest ship in all the realms, that was the word on everybody’s lips. So fast, in fact, it was said to exist outside the constraints of time itself, impossibly traversing the waters of the Enchanted Forest for centuries.

Some said the vessel had been forged in darkness — that her Captain had traded his soul in order to win her, that she protected her crew with slews of evil spells and enchantments. Some said she had been liberated from the royal navy; a navy that none knew of, for a kingdom that had long since been lost to history. Others even claimed the seas that kissed her bow were that of an obsidian realm, dark and obscene, were time stood still and a sorcerer bade the pirate and his crew to submit to his bidding, obtaining wicked curses and committing nefarious deeds at his behest.

All were unanimous on only a few fronts: dark magic followed the Jolly Roger wherever it set sail, and accounts of the captain’s villainy extended far beyond the reach of living memory. Captain Hook championed time, sailed under the crimson flag and gave his enemies no quarter.

And he had come to port today.

Children were ushered indoors, even as they strained against their parents in order to catch a glimpse of the legendary vessel as it berthed, the distant barks of her captain drifting on the breeze that whistled through the harbour.

Edward, who had no such parents to restrain him, could only scamper closer.

A boy of little more than ten, his smaller frame darted around sailors and merchants alike, the scuffed leather of the shoes gifted to him by Old Emrys marking his pace with loud thuds across the wooden deck. Used to the boy’s presence, most merely let out irritated grouses if his sharp movements unsteadied the cargo in their arms, but Edward couldn’t bring himself to care as he sprinted across the mariner towards the Jolly Roger.

He just wanted to see, that was all. A glimpse.

Yet the closer he drew, the slower he found himself moving, until only a single, long jetty lay between him and the ship. Edward slowed to a stop, watching from a distance as crew members began to disembark with peculiarly shaped crates. His hand lingered on the railing, his heart thudding as he stared at the swaying off the mast — fear had stayed his movements, certainly, every story every told in their modest port about the exploits of Captain Hook surging to the forefront of his mind. And like any child, he bore a morbid desire to lay eyes on such a man; he just couldn’t quite make himself approach.

As his little fingers finally let go of the tether to shore, he bolstered his courage and stepped out onto the jetty. He was rewarded with a sight that almost sent him darting backwards, as a man jumped on to the Jolly Roger’s gunwale, one hand gripped on the rigging and dark eyes surveying the work being done below him. All clad in black, even from a distance Edward could see he was of a powerful build, shoulders drawn back, but it was his other hand that he eagerly wanted to see, and he caught just a flash of steel —

Before he was suddenly hauled backwards and dragged onto the quay.

“And where do you think you’re going, wretch?”

Old Emrys peered down at him with his one good eye, throbbing and ugly with bloodshot lines like lightning around the iris.

Edward struggled momentarily to form a sentence. “I was — I was just —”

“Hoping to catch a glimpse of old Captain Hook, were you?” The man spat with laughter, a cruel sound, and a few sailors lingering nearby joined him. An angry flush worked itself into Edward’s cheeks, but he kept his eyes averted. “Perhaps you were hoping to sneak on board the Jolly Roger, take your chances with witchcraft over Old Emrys?”

“No!”

“Honestly, I give you room and board when I could’ve left you in that sinking skiff, and this is how you repay me?” He lunged forward and tangled his fist in the boy’s collar, jerking him upwards when he whimpered. “All I ask is you give me an honest day’s work, and you can’t even do that.”

Edward’s mouth opened, trying desperately to give voice to every protest he’d let lie there for years — that it had been scarcely a rescue when his parents, stranded in the water on the outside of that skiff, had been deemed useless and left to the mercy of the ocean; that he spun yarn into rope until his fingers bled; that he was deathly afraid of heights yet he climbed everyday up to the lookout point when he was told, in the hope that one day Old Emrys would keep his promise and secure him a place on a ship as a cabin boy, and get him out of the bay.

That with every sloop that swept from the harbour, it took a little piece of him with it. His heart had been won by the sea long ago, and at little older than ten he didn’t yet know how to win it back.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “Please, let me go.”

Old Emrys released him, but before he could scurry away a heavy hand landed on his shoulder again.

“I tell you what,” Old Emrys started, kneeling beside him and motioning for the attention of a few nearby dock workers. “You’re a light-footed lad, aren’t you Edward?” The boy blinked, but Old Emrys didn’t wait for him to confirm it. “They say Captain Hook marks his doubloons with his crest, and they fetch a fair price if you know where to sell them.”

Edward swallowed.

“Climb aboard the Jolly Roger, if that’s what you want. Steal me three of the captain’s doubloons and I’ll set you free. Get you on the next ship out.”

The air rushed out of his lungs in a whoosh.

Free?

The other men laughed, that doubtful, dismissive noise, and it only strengthened Edward’s resolve. He thought of the power of the sea beneath him, the wind at his back — his own ship, like he’d only ever dreamt of before.

With a final defiant look at Old Emrys’ smirking, grisly eye, the boy tore from his grip and charged down the jetty, the howls of the dock workers biting at his heels.

Purpose spurring him onwards, Edward attempted to shake off the fear that had paralysed him before. The closer he drew to the ship the busier the docks became, members of the crew lumbering back and forth with cargo to sell and supplies to store. The man on the gunwale had disappeared, and Edward tried to see how best he could climb aboard. He was no stranger to stealing his way onto a ship, he’d pilfered ship’s stores for Old Emrys before when the larger brigs moored in the warmer months, usually taking back the stock the old man had just sold.

Usually he snuck past depending on how attentive the crew, or jumped into the harbour and literally clambered the hull, depending on how close the gun ports were to the water line. No such option appeared immediately available, the entire crew prickled with magic, and it wasn’t just the thought of a life free of the port and Old Emrys that made gooseflesh erupt on his skin. He didn’t imagine his regular tactics would work on the crew of the Jolly Roger.

Just then, Edward spotted a smaller crate amongst the larger ones the pirates were carrying aboard, and he sprinted for it.

At the snarl from the watching crew member, Edward flinched, but did his best not to cower away. “I — just want to help,” he said earnestly, lifting the crate as quickly as he could. Mercifully, the pirate let him carry on, perhaps doubting how a boy so young could do any harm. His smaller arms strained against the weight of the crate, trembling as he trudged up the gangplank, but he pushed through, following another of the crew and dropping it on deck with the others.

“Oi!” a voice roared, and Edward instinctively whirled around. “Careful with the captain’s merchandise!”

“S-sorry,” he said, licking his lips and his eyes wide, heart galloping in his chest at the idea of being discovered. He knew enough about ships to know where the valuables were kept, especially something like the captain’s own marked doubloons — his cabin.

Acting entirely on impulse, Edward stepped slowly back to the gangplank as if he were to return for more cargo, but at the last moment peeled away and stole down the steps to the crew’s quarters.

Beneath the deck silence loomed, oppressive and ominous, as the muffled shouts from above continued. There were no torches lit, almost every crew member above and tending to the carrying of trade, so Edward found his way largely unimpeded. Before then, he hadn’t exactly considered the possibility of success so seriously, but he could imagine it now — the look of astonishment in Old Emrys’ ugly eye as he presented the doubloons, the freedom he would win.

The knowledge that he had stolen them from under the hook of the most dreaded pirate in all the realms.

Edward flushed with pleasure at the thought.

The captain’s quarters were easily found, and the door astonishingly left unlocked. Undoubtedly, the captain didn’t expect any in his crew to ever commit such a theft, and it wasn’t as if the Jolly Roger was boarded often by those that weren’t invited. The door opened with a loud creak, and Edward quickly threw a glance behind him to check he hadn’t been followed, before he slipped inside.

Up until that point it had been about urgency, the speed of his infiltration and the adrenaline pumping through him, but for the first time he really paused to examine his surroundings. The full gravity of just where he had broken into had his young body practically humming with excitement. Not an hour ago he had been desperate to even catch a glimpse of the man whose reputation preceded him in almost every port across the Enchanted Forest, and now he was standing inside his quarters.

Shelves of books and trinkets lined the walls, a bunk in one corner with impeccably made linen sheets, and a desk lay in the middle of the room with its surface an array of maps, charts and some intricate and delicate instruments that Edward couldn’t identify. It was altogether more — mortal, perhaps, than he’d been imagining. Captain Hook was a spectre to him, a legend. To see something as normal as a bed was almost disconcerting.

Edward inched over to the desk, small hand reaching out to something gold which he belatedly recognised as a sextant. A beautiful image of a winged horse had been welded into the side, and he was just tracing the curve of its mane when the door suddenly clicked shut behind him.

“Well then,” Edward’s heart leapt into his throat as he whirled around, snatching his hand away. “What have we here?”

The figure stood leaning against the door, his face almost entirely shrouded in shadow, but the coat was unmistakable — this was the man standing on the gunwale. A hook, glinting silver and dangerous in the low light, was held in front of him, a ring adorned finger of his other hand gently tracing the curve of it.

Edward, petrified and rooted to the spot, found any defence he’d been about to utter crumbling into dust.

The man stepped forward, revealing his mouth quirked upwards in half a smirk, although his deep, tempestuous eyes spoke more of threat.

This man was Captain Hook.

Edward instinctively moved to back away, stumbling over the desk as he did so and fighting to regain his footing.

“An intruder, perhaps? A stowaway?” Hook continued to advance, his footsteps heavy and slow. “Dare I suggest it — a thief?”

Edward squeaked in response, jolting against the back of the cabin as he attempted to keep the desk between them.

“Do you have any idea what I do to thieves caught in the captain’s cabin, thief?”

His pulse was racing so loudly in his ears; he was sure the pirate must have been able to hear it.

“Because believe me, boy, I’ve done far worse to lads your age for less.”

“I—I had to!” Edward stuttered, forcing the words out. “Old—Old Emrys, he said if—if I stole three of your doubloons then he’d let me go free. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t — please —”

Hook arched an eyebrow. “Old Emrys,” he clicked his tongue, “the harbourmaster put you up to this?”

Grasping desperately at the chance to blame another, Edward nodded vigorously. Hook continued his advance, circling slowly around the desk.

“He’s been saying—he said he’d get me a post on a ship as a cabin boy,” he added, “if I got the doubloons. I w—want to get out of here, away from him.”

“How old are you, boy?”

Edward swallowed. “Ten.”

Hook surveyed him carefully, his stare even and penetrative as if he were being tried before the devil. Apparently, the pirate must have seen something in his fearful expression, because he broke out into a dangerous, magnetic grin. Edward’s heart stuttered at the intent behind it.

“The trouble is,” he started, the hook stretching slowly out towards the boy when he was within reaching distance. His breathing sped up rapidly as the cool steel made contact with his cheek. “I need to be able to trust the harbourmasters of the places I make port, as our business is… unusually sensitive.” The hook dragged slowly up into his hair, and Hook stared down at him darkly. “And this, well. This is deplorably bad form to say the least, sending a lad to complete a coward’s job.”

Finally, his head tilted to the side.

“Would you care to partake in a double-cross?”

Edward trembled. The word carried such weight; piracy, adventure. Everything he’d ever dreamed of.

With a swish of his long coat Hook abruptly turned from him, crossing the small space until he reached what appeared to be a chest of some kind, secured with a lock. Edward watched with wonder as Hook twisted his hook from the brace, and slid the attaching mechanism into the lock. As it opened, Hook held out his free hand to summon him over. Unsure if he was moving out of fear or fascination, the boy drew cautiously up beside him.

His eyes blew wide with surprise when he realised Hook was pressing three golden doubloons into his palm.

It was more money than he’d ever held in his life, and when he turned them over he could see a hook etched into the corner in jagged, violent strokes. These were the coins Old Emrys had wanted.

“Old Emrys,” Hook stared at him carefully, vivid blue eyes almost paranormal in the near dark, “your master,” he spat the word, “he has gold, I take it?”

Edward nodded.

“Take these doubloons to him, earn your freedom. If you return tomorrow with all three and a bag of gold, you may set sail with us.”

Edward’s eyes widened. “With — with you?”

“Aye,” Hook grinned, “with me. It’s what you desire, is it not? A life on the open sea?”

“More than anything,” the boy breathed.

“Well, the Jolly Roger is certainly short of a cabin boy or two.”

Edward could scarcely believe what he was hearing — Captain Hook, dread pirate and scourge of the realms, was offering him a place on his ship. His sparkling gaze spoke of wonder, adventures unseen, of fear. Adrenaline, heartache. The vivacity of a life being lived. The boy practically tripped over himself to agree, before thanking the captain and darting the door, doubloons clutched painfully tight in his palm.

“Boy,” Hook said, and it drew his attention before he could slip through. “We depart with the rise of the sun. Don’t be late.”

Edward beamed. He wouldn’t dare.

-/-

It had been worth it purely for the stunned silence the doubloons had incited in Old Emrys. The fury had come after, of course, but Edward had at least half a dozen witnesses to the deal they had struck — he was free. It would be his last night in the harbourmaster’s care, and he could scarcely sleep for the excitement of it all.

He would be traversing the realms on the Jolly Roger. The legend, the spectre that had towered over his childhood at port.

As Old Emrys drank himself into a thunderous stupor, Edward wisely kept out of his way. Stealing a bag of gold would be simple enough, and it was the old man’s fault that the boy had become so wily. It was the pirate in him, he decided. He liked the sound of that. The dread pirate Edward; for surely that was what he would be, once Captain Hook took him under his wing.

Old Emrys kept his gold in his mattress, only a stone’s throw away from the chest he usually caught thieves pilfering their way through — he was a sly old dog if nothing else, but Edward was better. Quieter. And he knew exactly where to look.

By morning he hadn’t slept a wink, and emerged into the dusty light of dawn. Being so near to the open seas, a chill wind always brushed through the harbour, but on that particular morning a thick fog had begun to shroud the town and in his short, excited skip to the docks, he had nearly fallen over no less than three times.

He leapt from the quay to the jetty, the wood protesting under the heavy thud of his shoes, weighed down only further by the small satchel with all his belongings, the bag of gold Hook had requested with his three doubloons inside.

With relief he realised the Jolly Roger was still berthed, but the gangplank had long since been raised and the crew were already beginning their early preparations to weigh anchor.

“Captain!” Edward called up into the mist, “Captain Hook!”

Through the haze, the figure of the familiar man appeared and he leapt up onto the gunwale as he had done the day before. Edward had to take a moment just to admire it — he was truly a magnificent man. And his ticket to freedom.

“Lad!” Hook exclaimed delightedly. “How wonderful. Do you have my doubloons?”

“Yes!” he said, eagerly holding up the bag. “With the gold!”

“Excellent.”

With his hook in the rigging to secure his balance, Hook held out his only a hand in a gesture to receive them. Edward hurled the bag up to him, and he caught it with a dextrous clink of the metal against his rings. The captain lifted it to his ear, shaking it a few times to try and confirm how much gold was in there.

“You’ve done well, boy. I thank you. Mr. Smee!” he hollered behind him, and one of the men Edward recognised from the day before stepped forward away from the preparations. Hook thrust the bag of gold into his chest. “How fairs the wind, Mr. Smee?”

“With us, but we’re not sure for how long. The tide too.”

“Then I believe it’s time to weigh anchor. Inform the crew.”

A chill that had little to do with the cold of the morning began to settle at the base of Edward’s spine.

“Captain?” he called uncertainly. Surely they needed to lower the gangplank in order for him to board, unless they expected him to climb.

Hook merely smirked and continued calling orders over his shoulder, his eyes never once leaving Edward. The boy shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, feeling unnervingly like the captain was watching for his reaction, and realised with dismay that the ship had begun to pull out of the harbour.

“Wait!” he burst. “You said I could come with you!”

Hook shrugged. “I changed my mind.”

Edward’s heart plummeted to somewhere below the jetty.

“But — you said — the gold!”

The boy’s mind began to race, desperate for something, anything to say that would call the ship back into its moor. When he looked back up he could see Hook’s playful expression, the lightness in his features he had seen in the cabin yesterday had vanished, something hard and awful taking its place. The captain turned on the gunwale, taking a few steps towards the stern so as to remain within talking distance of Edward.

“Regrettably, there is no room for nice little boys in the waters we sail,” Hook continued loudly, darkly, a shadow passing over his features. “Only the nasty ones survive.”

“But you — you promised!”

Would you care to partake in a double-cross?

The Jolly Roger began to fade into the mist, Hook watching him as parts of the ship faded away.

“We’re pirates,” Hook mocked from the fog, “what did you expect?”

In moments, only the biting breeze, the moist air and his empty palm were evidence the ship had docked at all.

-/-

Of course, Edward did one day captain his own ship, but not before he endured years back in the service of Old Emrys, coloured with violent taunts and barbaric reminders that he had been foolish to think he’d find his escape on a vessel like the Jolly Roger.

Not before his heart had turned cold, or before he’d murdered Old Emrys in cold blood and stolen a sloop to finally leave port. Not before he acquired a reputation for sailing mercilessly, taking no prisoners and betraying all who crossed his path. Not before the name Edward vanished into the stroke of the waves, as the boy became a man and became widely reputed as one of the most bloodthirsty pirates to ever sail the open waters of the Enchanted Forest.

As Captain Hook faded into legend.

For over thirty years, the boy never caught sight of him again.

Of course, when he’d passed an old, deserted port and found an aged ship, a legend moored there like a phantom, no perceivable crew to speak of, dragged there by some curse or another amid stories of heroism surrounding the man he had once feared and revered — of course he had claimed it. To walk the deck of the ship that had haunted his nightmares, that was a triumph unlike any other, however short-lived it had been. She would be his again.

For Captain Blackbeard championed the seas, sailed under the crimson flag and gave his enemies no quarter.

And nothing, in all his life, had been half as satisfying as leaving Hook marooned on the shores of Neverland at his hand.

“We’re pirates, what did you expect?”

The other pirate might not know it, he almost certainly wouldn’t remember something as insignificant as an abandoned boy on a jetty in his three centuries of life, but they were finally even.

#jay writes #ouat ff #once upon a time ff #killian jones ff #ouat spoilers #captain hook ff #captain hook #captain blackbeard #blackbeard #this is a somewhat weird idea #and will probably get no notes #but it just occurred to me and I had a lot of fun writing it #pirate brotp

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The 100 5 x 02&3

Both episode titles are also YA and Sci-fi novels, respectively. I like.

5 x 02 “Red Queen”

Of course skaikru instigated another rebellion in the bunker after they had found out they were blocked in by the tower ruins and took the farm station to leave the others to starve. Because it’s everyone for themselves and skaikru has a superiority complex (that said, it’s not like any of the other clans wouldn’t do the same if they could.)

Jaha was among those left outside and was willing to help open the door (at least he died with a change of heart for the better) but got stabbed on the way. He still got the door open, after Octavia promised to make sure to only punish the guilty (which she did by declaring ‘you’re wonkur or the enemy of it’ and murdered the lot of the latter) and imparting his wisdom on leadership on her and explaining how they had to float people like her mother because they ‘invited death in’ by their actions and death was the enemy of the Ark.

(We also learned they had started floating the dead on the Ark to prevent the temptation of cannibalism.)

Thus inspired, in combination with the stories of ancient Rome (conveniently, Niylah had found and gifted her a book of those, because she told her Bellamy used to read them to Octavia – so very nice of Niylah, that, and I’m looking forward to see more of what was/is up with them), Octavia devised a new justice system with gladiator games, which at least gives a chance to the winner.

I wonder what Marcus did to find himself in the arena in the present.

And not that I approve, but within the in-universe logic both Jaha’s lesson/explanation and what Octavia drew from it makes a twisted kind of sense.

Also, a sort-of transfer of leadership between Jaha and Octavia was strangely fitting.

I can’t believe I cried when Jaha died, but I did. (I am also relieved we won’t have to deal with him anymore, though.)

Abby and Marcus started at odds due to Abby not being happy with Marcus saving her life, but they made up and I loved them, as well as Niylah, Indra, Gala, Miller et al.

5 x 03 “Sleeping Giants”

Clarke got caught by the Eligius crew while Bellamy & co. made it to Eligius for fuel and discovered 283 prisoners in cryosleep (well, one woke up due to the alarm and it took 3 of them to overpower him.)

The parallels between when the 100 first got to Earth and the Eligius crew arrival were gut-punching, OMG!

Especially with the way they set up Clarke as being obviously aware of them now. Of course, Clarke and co. were just a bunch of scared kids and Diyoza (and others?) is a well-enough self-aware adult (though she’s also Eligius prisoner rebellion leader, as far as I can tell, but you know.)

But, yeah, I’m loving this – finally showing that skaikru were no more in the right than the grounders. (Sure, they could’ve asked questions first, but we see how easy it’s not to when circumstances get ahead of you; and I still maintain that grounders most likely did not perceive the 100 as kids.)

Anyway, perspective, yay!

I love that Bellamy is now wise enough to not want to kill everyone anymore but will if he has to and that is also smart enough to realise the prisoners are good leverage for negotiations.

Anyway, Raven found a way to block the signal from the ground so the Eligius crew couldn’t remote control activate the cryo chambers and wake up the prisoners – but in order to be able to either kill or wake them (depending on the success of negotiations), someone had to stay on the Eligius and it had to be Raven because of all the firewalls and all. But Murphy volunteered to stay back to keep her company and avoid Emori.

BTW, apparently Murphy and Emori broke up – six months ago – because he felt insecure/inadequate as she pursued pilot training and she had had it with him and pushed him away. Which is so very Murphy.

Also very Murphy is that he screwed himself over, because he stayed thinking there’s an escape pod, except that Raven lied about it because otherwise Bellamy wouldn’t have let her stay. LOL. Oh, god, this shall be interesting.

So, Emori successfully piloted the drop ship to the ground, but they were immediately caught by Eligius people. Their arrival made Diyoza think Clarke lied to her about being alone, so she tortured her with electroshock collar, but luckily Madi sneak attacked the crew and saved Bellamy and co., catching them up to speed, then they formed a plan in which Madi took Bellamy to Diyoza with the rover (but had to go back) for full impact.

Cue extortion/negotiation of 283 lives for Clarke’s (and digging out the bunker + sharing a place to live, I suppose, but they haven’t got that far yet.)

Anyway, please gimme all the spacekru, especially confused Echo, Echo & Murphy BroTP, Murphy’s stupid little jokes, Murphy and Raven BroTP, Harper and Emori BroTP etc. etc. Thanks.

#The 100 #the 100 s5 #5.02: Red Queen #5.03: Sleeping Giants #the 100 meta #my meta: the 100 #if i wrote it down i might just as well post it but never mind #notes to self #so i don't forget #also the q will continue for a while yet #:P

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