Imagine if Pan turned up in Hyperion Heights. Awake, obvs, cuz he’s Pan. He’d see Rogers feel like he’d got his innocent Lieutenant back.
This is a beautiful thought.
Peter first so baffled at the calm of Killian and soberness. But the longer he watches and lingers on the idea the bigger his grin. He’s taken by the past flashing in his eyes of a nicely dressed pair of brothers, one with hair like coffee in resemblance to their father and the other soon to be as late as their mother.
It’s melancholic.
He likes it though, being reminded of the past. Times of the blue navy and gold ribbons and wide sea eyes would once always feel so distant when he’d stare at his beloved pirate dressed in hide and blood. Now though it’s a happy haunt dancing in his brain, a Quickstep skipping between past and present in smooth motions. It’s heavy in his consciousness. The goofy grin of a man escaped from the hell of prisonment forced into another beyond his thought. The desperation he felt when calling for help as passionate then as it is now screaming at a cursed Dark One in search for more. But the glittering love he carried when he would gaze upon his brother, his hero, still exists as passionate as ever when he looks to a street rat with stolen watches and tickle for chess. It’s sweet like candy, melty and sticky.
It’s peculiar that he doesn’t feel like hunting for a break in this curse to bring back his pirate, dark and drunk. He enjoys him like this, wonders briefly if he can work his way into the man’s heart all over again, into his life and blood. Maybe he could go through the girl, but that’d be easy. Maybe he could go through Henry, but that’d be complicated. Maybe he could go through the station? Commit crime and get arrested. Tease and banter with the Detective Rogers from his cell, allure to knowing this Ms. Gardner. Burrow deep in his marrow like a rabbit hole, curling and spinning, taking up all the space. Maybe he could start how they did in the past when they met with mere inquiry into his mind, standing behind him when his guard is down see if his pirate jumps and reaches for a weapon. See if he can charm the man, answer his questions to win his favor all over again with a taunting smirk and unimpressed eye.
I am just getting more and thrilled by the possibilities of filthy pirate who has no idea he’s a filthy pirate. And isn’t the idea of Pan turning up as a criminal just perfect! Letting Rogers think he has all the power during an interrogation, but actually manipulating the poor innocent baby.
I’m thinking some kind of Silence of the Lambs power games with Pan behind bars, playing with Rogers and eventually seducing him, making him compromise his ideals, blackmailing him……urrrrrrrr
Hmmmmmmmm……..?
I like this.
Pan arrested for something stupid, but that’s the point, isn’t it?
He’s caught meandering the halls of Rogers’ apartment, fingers poking at strange objects his pirate would never dream of owning and toying with the ones so obviously Killian, like the cuffs between the boxspring and mattress that remind him so deeply of Neverland. (Oh, the fun they had with rusty shackles.) He sits on the bed briefly, springs screeching as he does, the annoyance the neighbours must feel some nights making him smirk.
He knows he should be jealous at the idea of his pirate touching others and being touched, but he reminds himself that it’s an act. He reminds himself that this Roger’s fella is not his filthy pirate, meerly a cursed soul possesing the vessel of his filthy pirate. This man is soft and gulible, a persona that mirrors the old Killian Jones well, the one before there was a Captain Hook, and he wants to ruin it.
He wants to corrupt this officer in ways Weaver is failing at. The cursed Dark One doesn’t know his pirate as well as he thinks. Pan knows for Killian to break he has to want to; he needs to make the decision for himself, a noble fact that’s quite admirable. You can’t make him doing anything, something that’s caused tension in their past but now makes their scenerio so much more delectable. Corrupting the detective, luring him into his game (his bed) all over again with new challenges surrouding them and obstacles blocking the finish line. The only thing left is for the game to trully begin with the rattle of keys in the door knob and heavy booted steps crossing over the threshold just before the sharp intake of breath as blue eyes rest on him for the first time in this world, blank and so very stunned.
Rogers keeps seeing the boy around, imagines he’s following, maybe watching him. At first he’s worried. Does he need help? He looks so young. But then, late one night, he finds himself thinking about the boy. Not with worry, with want. He realises he wants the boy. He wants this boy like he’s never wanted anything in this world.
And what the hell is he going to do about that?
But the next morning, when he sees the boy hanging around on the corner near the precinct, the way the boy smirks at him, it’s like the boy knows.
It’s not that Pan has followed him, but he has. He’s been spying from a distance never near but not far enough away he has to squint. He plays casual, like a ghost to his cursed pirate’s subconscious, a mysterious being he recognizes seeing just not enough to comprehend through recall. He approaches rarer than he’d like but he has to work it up, ween his way into the man’s life all over again piece by piece so as not to scare him away. This Killian is timid and cautious like when they first met, not drunk and unruly like the second. This Killian is disgustingly sober and observant of his surroundings, always looking around and keeping guard without fault, possibly a footnote of the curse somewhere in the grey matter of his brain. <p>
He approaches when the situation demands it, when the opportune moment appears for a surprise to shock Rogers’ mind into fully noticing him. Like cliche run instead in the coffee shop, bumping into each other in line. The officer glaring down at him, skeptical of his being since the apartment break in. (“I thought this was someone else’s place.” “No.”) The cursed pirate gripping his paper mug of coffee tight, a comfort of smelling no hint of cream or sugar appealing, a reminder of his old filthy pirate, always black. <p>
They lack exchanges of words in their run-in, mostly grit teeth and cocked brows. The point is to add tension, to make the man see him, to linger in his thoughts as they depart ways. Pan wants to leave exclamations and bedroom talk to the station, to the place Officer Rogers feels he has control over the situation. That way when he fights and teases and lures, it’ll be more cruel watching the man fall and break in his own safe space. Face marked with twisted smirks and flares nostrils on his end where his pirate pulls his raven hair and gnashes teeth fighting for explaination. <p>
And the day he sees the break it the fucking sweetest. Watching as squinted eyes become wide and blown, lips wet from tongue lapping at their swell, and Adam’s apple thick in his filthy pirate’s throat. It’s a marvelous sight, hypnotic, never seeing something so hungry in years. Pan craves it touching and biting him, but his own nails are as sharp as barnacles and fists as brutal as bats. He’s not so thirsty hell given in to the desire of the officer though. He wants war. He wants the puny cop to revive the bitterness of his pirate in his bones and fall to the dark side, given into him with every drop of will until none is left.<p>
Tbh, when I surf Tumblr tags for kinky shit to reblog my brightness is always all the way down because that’s how I use it on a normal day. High brightness is fucking useless too me. But like I had my brightness up a bit while searching for the post the ask I asnswered was relevant too and holy fuck…. Some of that porn is so much more graphic than how I saw it on 0 brightness. And for any you get children who saw it. I’m sorry and also why are you following this anyways? Go away baby goats, shoo.
No one asked the most important question at the convention: will Pan and Killian share an upcoming scene?
perhaps the whole fandom gave up the possibility of that after the end of neverland arc i don’t think we’ll ever see them together on screen again but if they did share a scene… that would be a dream come true *_*
I’d sign myself up for the psych ward if they had a scene. One where they just look at each, a glace even, just notice each other. Acknowledge that they are both there. That would literally be enough for me. Like passing on the sidewalk or something to that nature. I would be content.
Until like the next day when I’ll be pissed that that’s all I got. But oh well.
omg same here like i’d lose my shit if they’d just appear in one frame together and then hours or maybe even days later i’d be like WHY THERE WASN’T SOME SORT OF DIALOG BETWEEN THEM JFC IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK i think everyone in our little fandom is just that desperate for anything i’m going to bed now because it’s 3 a.m. where i live and i’m not even hoping we gonna get something with them in 5x19, but if there will be just one tiny moment i’m gonna wake my neighbours with some loud screaming this morning
IT WOULD BE GREAT!!! Our fandom (our dingy) is so thirsty well take a mere drop to be satisfied.
my recommendation for the new ep: if you’re into watching the whole thing, go ahead. If you’re in the haul just for Pan, stick to literally the last twenty seconds.
i should have known there would be less than minute of screen time for him
and god no i’m not ready to watch this shitty show again, only moments with peter as i can see it’ll be easy cause they (moments) are like 1 or 2 minutes long
the only thing that i fear is that they make peter succeed in his intentions to live again and take him to storybrooke
So you can easily look the up on YouTube to see? Haha.
Like I want him to come back because we know Hook is going back from the bts and like conquer. But I also don’t?
Hes in the next ep and I’m dreading watching it because ugh it’s like gonna be nearly all c$. Which sucks balls.
same here if he’ll come back they’ll probably gonna make him… a good person of some sorts like they do with all villains? and i really don’t want that plus we’ll never get a scene with him and killian ever again even if peter is gonna be in storybrooke so what’s the point in it for us anyway?:D (even in 5x20 there would have been a great opportunity for them to face each other but nooo hook is gonna go somewhere with freaking swan to test their stupid love story ugh
Cue rant over pans point within 5b, over Pan and Rumple relationship (meta like) and pissy over the whole Neverland Arc and lack of k/p scenes.
My thoughts exactly. This show has fought TWO YEARS for the rights to Peter Pan’s story. And what have they done with it? Yes, they came up with an interesting thrilling concept of dark!Peter and all that. But that’s like… the only thing that they actually did think of? Like there was a bunch of interesting new characters who are all bound to each other, there should be a brilliant story about their lives in Neverland, about how they all met etc. And we don’t have any of that. By the end of the arc we don’t know anything about Felix, about why is he so selflessly loyal to Peter. We don’t know what happened to Darlings the first time they came to Neverland and later on when they started working for Peter. What kind of relationship Peter and Wendy had from the start? We don’t know how Tinkerbell got to the island without her magic and why Peter didn’t kill her off. What was the point of her on this island and why did he trusted her as she mentioned herself? Why did the lost boys betrayed Pan for an opportunity to have a mother, when their mothers could be dead for freaking centuries? Lost boys in OUaT are not just some lost children who never had some adult to look after them. They are terrifyingly cruel teenagers who love their lives in Neverland. So why would they want to go to some new different world with that lady who promised them mothers?!! WTF? And what have they done with all these boys? Are they just brought a bunch of teenage criminals to Storybrooke and let them go? We don’t know who was Rufio and why Felix were so pissed of when Killian reminded him of that person. Did Killian really killed the lost boy? Was this one time, or did he murdered several boys and we don’t know about that? Who even brings freaking Captain Hook to Neverland and NEVER TELL HIS FUCKING STORY THERE?!! Killian spend most of his life there working for Peter. We may even say that Peter is the reason Killian became a pirate. There so many things in the show that practically show us how Killian uses some of the Peter’s tricks and techniques to get what he wants. So he even learned some things from Peter. Yet we still don’t know anything about Killian’s history in Neverland and about the history between these two characters. WHY? It makes no sense. In every story about Hook, in every story about Peter these characters are bound to each other. And the funniest thing about OUaT situation is that in this show they’re bound together too, they’re even closer then in the original stories. But we don’t know any-fucking-thing about that bound. And after the 3x05 for some reason we don’t see any interaction between them as if the characters have both forgotten that they have a hundreds of years of shared history. It’s unfair and and it’s irritating.
Omg i just saw your reply. YES to all of this. Nothing in Neverland arc makes sense. Especially these ambiguous hints about the nature of Hook and Pan relationships. Like that “You know me. I like action.” line??? I mean WTF was that supposed to mean? And i totally agree with you that if they just gave their stories a proper timing, if they didn’t try to fit so many new characters and their stories as well as flashbacks about old characters (like snowing of which no one cares let’s be real) in just 11 episodes, then maybe they would have a chance to make a great season. But well… Also about Killian and Peter. I just can’t stop thinking about how Peter was the one who probably affected Killian and his life the most. Like… Peter taught him how to be what Killian was for centuries. Peter shaped him in some way. For example let’s just remember how these two characters were first introduced to us? They both were dressed up in some rag trying to act like a poor victim to win the trust of “good guys”. They both choosed the same tactics. And there are so many scenes like that in the show where Killian acts exactly like Peter. So their relationships still stay one of the biggest plot holes in OUaT. And it’s all even stranger now that they gave the whole season arc to Hook and his relationships with people who affected him in his life, but didn’t bother to include Peter as one of these people. p.s. I would like to read this meta about “Peter Pan = Killian’s hope & faith” thing))
More rants because this is actually really fun. Trashing and shading Once is the best thing ever, tbh.
I just want to add that yes the “i like action” line was about all that “make a move” stuff. But it also sounded a lot like a sexual innuendo. Killian literally licking his lips and closing his eyes after that line is not helping much. And i’m sure we all wanna know what happened to Killian “the last time” he “didn’t listen”. :D Also about Killian’s utter trust in Peter and his words…OMG I’VE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BUT IT IS TRUE. *_*
Oh gosh I knew there was something about the scene but I couldn’t put my finger on. Focusing more on the line it’s self than the reaction? But that fact that is Killian’s canon reaction is so fucking fucking great. And as a sexual innuendo? Ignoring the context and knowing canonically that both Killian and Pan are a fan of double entendres, I accept.
Yep, about that “you didn’t listen to me” part we will never know for sure what it means. Liam died the first time Killian didn’t listen and i doubt it was the last knowing Killian’s temper.
And as for Peter and his attempts to live again. Well… they fucked it all up again. We should have known they would.
Bringing this delight back with the reminder that anyone who wants to do the read mores need to go to the URL and change sociopathicchildren to hookedpiper thx 😘
Imagine if Pan turned up in Hyperion Heights. Awake, obvs, cuz he’s Pan. He’d see Rogers feel like he’d got his innocent Lieutenant back.
This is a beautiful thought.
Peter first so baffled at the calm of Killian and soberness. But the longer he watches and lingers on the idea the bigger his grin. He’s taken by the past flashing in his eyes of a nicely dressed pair of brothers, one with hair like coffee in resemblance to their father and the other soon to be as late as their mother.
It’s melancholic.
He likes it though, being reminded of the past. Times of the blue navy and gold ribbons and wide sea eyes would once always feel so distant when he’d stare at his beloved pirate dressed in hide and blood. Now though it’s a happy haunt dancing in his brain, a Quickstep skipping between past and present in smooth motions. It’s heavy in his consciousness. The goofy grin of a man escaped from the hell of prisonment forced into another beyond his thought. The desperation he felt when calling for help as passionate then as it is now screaming at a cursed Dark One in search for more. But the glittering love he carried when he would gaze upon his brother, his hero, still exists as passionate as ever when he looks to a street rat with stolen watches and tickle for chess. It’s sweet like candy, melty and sticky.
It’s peculiar that he doesn’t feel like hunting for a break in this curse to bring back his pirate, dark and drunk. He enjoys him like this, wonders briefly if he can work his way into the man’s heart all over again, into his life and blood. Maybe he could go through the girl, but that’d be easy. Maybe he could go through Henry, but that’d be complicated. Maybe he could go through the station? Commit crime and get arrested. Tease and banter with the Detective Rogers from his cell, allure to knowing this Ms. Gardner. Burrow deep in his marrow like a rabbit hole, curling and spinning, taking up all the space. Maybe he could start how they did in the past when they met with mere inquiry into his mind, standing behind him when his guard is down see if his pirate jumps and reaches for a weapon. See if he can charm the man, answer his questions to win his favor all over again with a taunting smirk and unimpressed eye.
I am just getting more and thrilled by the possibilities of filthy pirate who has no idea he’s a filthy pirate. And isn’t the idea of Pan turning up as a criminal just perfect! Letting Rogers think he has all the power during an interrogation, but actually manipulating the poor innocent baby.
I’m thinking some kind of Silence of the Lambs power games with Pan behind bars, playing with Rogers and eventually seducing him, making him compromise his ideals, blackmailing him……urrrrrrrr
Hmmmmmmmm……..?
I like this.
Pan arrested for something stupid, but that’s the point, isn’t it?
He’s caught meandering the halls of Rogers’ apartment, fingers poking at strange objects his pirate would never dream of owning and toying with the ones so obviously Killian, like the cuffs between the boxspring and mattress that remind him so deeply of Neverland. (Oh, the fun they had with rusty shackles.) He sits on the bed briefly, springs screeching as he does, the annoyance the neighbours must feel some nights making him smirk.
He knows he should be jealous at the idea of his pirate touching others and being touched, but he reminds himself that it’s an act. He reminds himself that this Roger’s fella is not his filthy pirate, meerly a cursed soul possesing the vessel of his filthy pirate. This man is soft and gulible, a persona that mirrors the old Killian Jones well, the one before there was a Captain Hook, and he wants to ruin it.
He wants to corrupt this officer in ways Weaver is failing at. The cursed Dark One doesn’t know his pirate as well as he thinks. Pan knows for Killian to break he has to want to; he needs to make the decision for himself, a noble fact that’s quite admirable. You can’t make him doing anything, something that’s caused tension in their past but now makes their scenerio so much more delectable. Corrupting the detective, luring him into his game (his bed) all over again with new challenges surrouding them and obstacles blocking the finish line. The only thing left is for the game to trully begin with the rattle of keys in the door knob and heavy booted steps crossing over the threshold just before the sharp intake of breath as blue eyes rest on him for the first time in this world, blank and so very stunned.
Rogers keeps seeing the boy around, imagines he’s following, maybe watching him. At first he’s worried. Does he need help? He looks so young. But then, late one night, he finds himself thinking about the boy. Not with worry, with want. He realises he wants the boy. He wants this boy like he’s never wanted anything in this world.
And what the hell is he going to do about that?
But the next morning, when he sees the boy hanging around on the corner near the precinct, the way the boy smirks at him, it’s like the boy knows.
It’s not that Pan has followed him, but he has. He’s been spying from a distance never near but not far enough away he has to squint. He plays casual, like a ghost to his cursed pirate’s subconscious, a mysterious being he recognizes seeing just not enough to comprehend through recall. He approaches rarer than he’d like but he has to work it up, ween his way into the man’s life all over again piece by piece so as not to scare him away. This Killian is timid and cautious like when they first met, not drunk and unruly like the second. This Killian is disgustingly sober and observant of his surroundings, always looking around and keeping guard without fault, possibly a footnote of the curse somewhere in the grey matter of his brain. <p>
He approaches when the situation demands it, when the opportune moment appears for a surprise to shock Rogers’ mind into fully noticing him. Like cliche run instead in the coffee shop, bumping into each other in line. The officer glaring down at him, skeptical of his being since the apartment break in. (“I thought this was someone else’s place.” “No.”) The cursed pirate gripping his paper mug of coffee tight, a comfort of smelling no hint of cream or sugar appealing, a reminder of his old filthy pirate, always black. <p>
They lack exchanges of words in their run-in, mostly grit teeth and cocked brows. The point is to add tension, to make the man see him, to linger in his thoughts as they depart ways. Pan wants to leave exclamations and bedroom talk to the station, to the place Officer Rogers feels he has control over the situation. That way when he fights and teases and lures, it’ll be more cruel watching the man fall and break in his own safe space. Face marked with twisted smirks and flares nostrils on his end where his pirate pulls his raven hair and gnashes teeth fighting for explaination. <p>
And the day he sees the break it the fucking sweetest. Watching as squinted eyes become wide and blown, lips wet from tongue lapping at their swell, and Adam’s apple thick in his filthy pirate’s throat. It’s a marvelous sight, hypnotic, never seeing something so hungry in years. Pan craves it touching and biting him, but his own nails are as sharp as barnacles and fists as brutal as bats. He’s not so thirsty hell given in to the desire of the officer though. He wants war. He wants the puny cop to revive the bitterness of his pirate in his bones and fall to the dark side, given into him with every drop of will until none is left.<p>
Imagine if Pan turned up in Hyperion Heights. Awake, obvs, cuz he’s Pan. He’d see Rogers feel like he’d got his innocent Lieutenant back.
This is a beautiful thought.
Peter first so baffled at the calm of Killian and soberness. But the longer he watches and lingers on the idea the bigger his grin. He’s taken by the past flashing in his eyes of a nicely dressed pair of brothers, one with hair like coffee in resemblance to their father and the other soon to be as late as their mother.
It’s melancholic.
He likes it though, being reminded of the past. Times of the blue navy and gold ribbons and wide sea eyes would once always feel so distant when he’d stare at his beloved pirate dressed in hide and blood. Now though it’s a happy haunt dancing in his brain, a Quickstep skipping between past and present in smooth motions. It’s heavy in his consciousness. The goofy grin of a man escaped from the hell of prisonment forced into another beyond his thought. The desperation he felt when calling for help as passionate then as it is now screaming at a cursed Dark One in search for more. But the glittering love he carried when he would gaze upon his brother, his hero, still exists as passionate as ever when he looks to a street rat with stolen watches and tickle for chess. It’s sweet like candy, melty and sticky.
It’s peculiar that he doesn’t feel like hunting for a break in this curse to bring back his pirate, dark and drunk. He enjoys him like this, wonders briefly if he can work his way into the man’s heart all over again, into his life and blood. Maybe he could go through the girl, but that’d be easy. Maybe he could go through Henry, but that’d be complicated. Maybe he could go through the station? Commit crime and get arrested. Tease and banter with the Detective Rogers from his cell, allure to knowing this Ms. Gardner. Burrow deep in his marrow like a rabbit hole, curling and spinning, taking up all the space. Maybe he could start how they did in the past when they met with mere inquiry into his mind, standing behind him when his guard is down see if his pirate jumps and reaches for a weapon. See if he can charm the man, answer his questions to win his favor all over again with a taunting smirk and unimpressed eye.
I am just getting more and thrilled by the possibilities of filthy pirate who has no idea he’s a filthy pirate. And isn’t the idea of Pan turning up as a criminal just perfect! Letting Rogers think he has all the power during an interrogation, but actually manipulating the poor innocent baby.
I’m thinking some kind of Silence of the Lambs power games with Pan behind bars, playing with Rogers and eventually seducing him, making him compromise his ideals, blackmailing him……urrrrrrrr
Hmmmmmmmm……..?
I like this.
Pan arrested for something stupid, but that’s the point, isn’t it?
He’s caught meandering the halls of Rogers’ apartment, fingers poking at strange objects his pirate would never dream of owning and toying with the ones so obviously Killian, like the cuffs between the boxspring and mattress that remind him so deeply of Neverland. (Oh, the fun they had with rusty shackles.) He sits on the bed briefly, springs screeching as he does, the annoyance the neighbours must feel some nights making him smirk.
He knows he should be jealous at the idea of his pirate touching others and being touched, but he reminds himself that it’s an act. He reminds himself that this Roger’s fella is not his filthy pirate, meerly a cursed soul possesing the vessel of his filthy pirate. This man is soft and gulible, a persona that mirrors the old Killian Jones well, the one before there was a Captain Hook, and he wants to ruin it.
He wants to corrupt this officer in ways Weaver is failing at. The cursed Dark One doesn’t know his pirate as well as he thinks. Pan knows for Killian to break he has to want to; he needs to make the decision for himself, a noble fact that’s quite admirable. You can’t make him doing anything, something that’s caused tension in their past but now makes their scenerio so much more delectable. Corrupting the detective, luring him into his game (his bed) all over again with new challenges surrouding them and obstacles blocking the finish line. The only thing left is for the game to trully begin with the rattle of keys in the door knob and heavy booted steps crossing over the threshold just before the sharp intake of breath as blue eyes rest on him for the first time in this world, blank and so very stunned.
Imagine if Pan turned up in Hyperion Heights. Awake, obvs, cuz he’s Pan. He’d see Rogers feel like he’d got his innocent Lieutenant back.
This is a beautiful thought.
Peter first so baffled at the calm of Killian and soberness. But the longer he watches and lingers on the idea the bigger his grin. He’s taken by the past flashing in his eyes of a nicely dressed pair of brothers, one with hair like coffee in resemblance to their father and the other soon to be as late as their mother.
It’s melancholic.
He likes it though, being reminded of the past. Times of the blue navy and gold ribbons and wide sea eyes would once always feel so distant when he’d stare at his beloved pirate dressed in hide and blood. Now though it’s a happy haunt dancing in his brain, a Quickstep skipping between past and present in smooth motions. It’s heavy in his consciousness. The goofy grin of a man escaped from the hell of prisonment forced into another beyond his thought. The desperation he felt when calling for help as passionate then as it is now screaming at a cursed Dark One in search for more. But the glittering love he carried when he would gaze upon his brother, his hero, still exists as passionate as ever when he looks to a street rat with stolen watches and tickle for chess. It’s sweet like candy, melty and sticky.
It’s peculiar that he doesn’t feel like hunting for a break in this curse to bring back his pirate, dark and drunk. He enjoys him like this, wonders briefly if he can work his way into the man’s heart all over again, into his life and blood. Maybe he could go through the girl, but that’d be easy. Maybe he could go through Henry, but that’d be complicated. Maybe he could go through the station? Commit crime and get arrested. Tease and banter with the Detective Rogers from his cell, allure to knowing this Ms. Gardner. Burrow deep in his marrow like a rabbit hole, curling and spinning, taking up all the space. Maybe he could start how they did in the past when they met with mere inquiry into his mind, standing behind him when his guard is down see if his pirate jumps and reaches for a weapon. See if he can charm the man, answer his questions to win his favor all over again with a taunting smirk and unimpressed eye.
I’m crying. I can’t hear the album. iTunes won’t give it to me after paying and Amazon only has the cd and I can’t get the physical til tomorrow. I’m crying so hard.
To be honest when I saw Thor Ragnarok i started with emporers new groove feels and then it legit became like Shrek music choice and section sequence. Shrek…..
AnonymousIce cream girl again: I've always had this fic idea that sometime in S5 during Ian's mania he wanted to rush of doing something bad and so he went and stole a tub of strawberry ice cream for Mickey and a bottle of chocolate syrup. He then calls him to the dugout where they feast on this massive tub of sweet, frozen milk. And maybe an ice cream and syrup food fight happens before sweet (😜), messy sex happens.
