@jollyrogerjones / jollyrogerjones.tumblr.com
gentlegrace replied to your post “//Hello loves! I’m rewatching OUaT with my partner who has never seen...”
Hi! I hope you're well! Enjoy the rewatch!
Thank you! I’m very well, and I shall! I’ve been enjoying it so far — it’s been so long since I’ve sat down and watched it all again!
-stuck here forever- Welp. Good thing I like you people 💙
@captaindashingrapscallion life definitely has its ups and downs, but overall everything is excellent!
Hope it is with you as well. Good to see you still around!
Naturally I haven’t been super active as of late, but of course when I start thinking about being, Tumblr pulls this shit.
Anyway, this is me :D (let me know who ya are when you add, please)
We've only interacted a bit in the past, like a year ago or so, but I always loved it and always wanted to interact more because I love you and I love your writing but I'm a shy bean.
Don’t be shy! (pff, like it’s that easy, but seriously)
I would absolutely love to interact more — please don’t be afraid to hit me up any time, even just to talk if that would make you more comfortable! I love getting to know muns, and for me it definitely makes writing easier and less nerve-wracking.
Let me love you
Kate is totally bae and we love her (and Killian). Todd couldn't be prouder of his papa -totally not lexi
I am uncertain who Kate is, BUT TELL THEM TO COME AT ME IF THEY ARE BAE!!
Papa couldn’t be prouder of Todd and totally-not-Lexi
@jollyrogerjones liked for a starter
“Don’t you wish you had a home?” She asked softly, looking down. “A place to hang your ha-your hook, somewhere you feel safe and like you belong, don’t you wish you had that?” Looking up at Hook she smiled sadly. “I know that is what I miss.”
◢☸◣ He paused a moment mid-swig of his rum, casting a sidelong look at her with a lift of his brow.
“I do have a home, lass,” he informed her, tipping the flask out toward the sea where the masts of a great ship reached skyward like shadowy spires. “Best home a man could hope for,” he trailed off, taking a proper drink before tamping his lips on the back of his hand and passing the flask to her with a wiggle of his wrist.
“What’s stopping you from making one?” He queried at last, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, glancing back at her. “Surely there must be a place on this island somewhere inconvenient enough to keep Pan at bay.” ◢☸◣
(Look, I’m anonymous! Mustache and sunglasses, and the submit thingy is open!)
From the few interactions we’ve had, I’ve always wanted to explore your take of Killian further. Especially now, as I’ve developed her even more since last we RPed!
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Oh my, who could this possibly be?!
Whoever it is, I hope they know I’d love to explore all the things with them, and very much look forward to doing so <3.
Also that I’m jealous of their mustache. It is very dapper.
Anon message....ur basically the best writer I've ever written with and I LIVE for our threads, no matter how few and far between they may be. (TBH u have probs dropped our threads by now but I love u so much anyway)
Oh honey you need to write with more people.
But holy crap that is such an incredible compliment — thank you SO much!And if I have dropped our threads, please don’t take it personally. I dropped almost every thread I had, save just a few, and none of them were for personal reasons — it had just been so long that I needed to start fresh, otherwise I’d be struggling and stressed about trying to come back to this blog.
Thank you for sticking with me through my downswing. You are precious
You have some of the most amazing plot ideas I've ever read or participated in. You're really creative and a top notch writer. Well done.
This is just… SO KIND. I always feel really awkward and uncertain about my plotting and verses, so this is incredibly encouraging to hear. I’M SO GLAD YOU ENJOY THEM!
Thank you for the support, you are amazing ;A;
/totally anon here but jfc can I just take a minute to appreciate the beauty that is your interpretation of Killian Jones??? I mean you write him /beautifully/ and I definitely appreciate having you on my dash. Also you are so much fun to interact with - our split thread is just so intense and amazing and I can't get enough. You're also just a wonderful person in general and a great cosplayer!
CHARLIE PLS.
You are too kind. This honestly means a lot coming from a fellow AMAZING Killian RPer and cosplayer!
I adore our threads and all the intense feels that go along with them, and I’m happy to be back writing with you again — thank you for supporting me, even after all this time being gone.
You da real MVP.
While the anger had been expected, the very physical lashing out was not something Brennan had anticipated and so he was not equipped to roll smoothly with the contact to his face. Instead, he found himself staggering awkwardly, tripping over the chair he had been leaning on, and only maintaining an upright position by a fortunately positioned table in his path.
It had been enough to allow his son to make a rapid exit for the door, but he was not going to give up this time, and he managed to force himself to follow, glancing wildly to catch which direction Killian had run off in. Once he caught sight of him, he sped up his pace, determined to at least give it a try to bring about some reconciliation or discussion with his son.
Caught up, he reached for Killian’s wrist, desiring to stop him in his tracks, to at least talk. “Killian, please, there is much you do not know. It may have taken longer than I thought, but I have returned. Please, just five minutes of your time, give me that much….” he murmured, holding onto Killian for fear that his son might simply just leave entirely if he let go.
◢☸◣ Honestly, who the hell did he think he was? Turning up like that without even a thought as to how his son would take it. And then he had the audacity to run after him begging for a moment of explanation.
Killian wheeled around on his father as he felt the grip close on his wrists, a fire in those blue eyes unlike anything Brennan ever would have known his son capable of, but had been bestowed upon him by the very circumstances the man was trying to explain away. “Five minutes? Five bloody minutes?” He spat back with seething sarcasm. “Oh hell, if it’ll only take five minutes to explain away f i f t e e n - s o m e - o d d years of being an utter shit parent by all means go on then. I already spent the first three waiting by the door for you to come home, what’s five more minutes,” he jerked his arm back, his jaw tightening on its hinges.
“But you know what? Scratch that — I don’t want to hear your excuses. That rubbish might have flown ten years ago, but you missed your chance somewhere around the third foster family when I gave up on there being a single decent human being left.” He thrust his finger out to the side, “go explain yourself to Liam, who wasted his life sorting out the mess you made,” his hand dropped back to his side, hoisting up his bag on his shoulder with the other. “If he sees fit to listen, he’ll know where to find me,” he stated, turning away from the man with a finality in his expression, starting to walk once more. ◢☸◣
@jollyrogerjones gets an angry liam starter
“whatever you have to say, killian, i don’t want to hear it. nemo’s already tried & it didn’t do him any good.”
◢☸◣ Killian stood there for a long moment, staring at his brother with a mixed expression before his brows bounced and he sucked in a quick breath, half turning back toward his front porch with a vague, lilting sort of gesture.
“I was just going to invite you in for a bite of dinner, since you’re here, but if that’s how you’re going to be about it-...” he trailed off, sliding his hand into the pocket of his slacks and heading back up the path. ◢☸◣
Let me have it, I’m ready to get dragged
“His eyes were of the blue of the forget-me-not,
and of a profound melancholy,
save when he was plunging his hook into you,
at which time two red spots appeared in them
and lit them up horribly…”
