I can’t not reply to this because - BECAAAAAAAAAAAAUSE - this scene is so amazing and the tension Colin and Robbie created in every scene they shared was fucking superb. The show barely even scraped the surface of the history between these two, literally hundreds of years’ worth of history, like they hardly told us a damn thing, but they didn’t have to. These two actors packed so much animosity and intimacy into their interactions that you can feel those hundreds of years’ worth of tension between them and GOSH it’s just... IT’S REALLY GREAT, YOU GUYS!!!

Honestly, I prefer that the show didn’t give us more concrete info, because there’s only so much a family-oriented show airing during prime time on ABC can do. If they’d actually bothered to flesh out the history more-so, it wouldn’t have - couldn’t have - lived up to the level of tension Colin and Robbie created, because that tension spoke of dark, dark things... far darker than ABC would’ve ever allowed to be spelled out.

So I think, for me, Captain Pan is almost a perfect ship, because... all that potential is there, backed up by the actors’ performances... and never, ever negated by anything in canon. No matter how dark and/or depraved fanlore goes, it’s all entirely canon-compliant, and I love that for us.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t pay a million dollars to have gotten a “Once Upon a Time in Neverland” spin-off that aired on HBO... 😈

Ahhh, dat ass….you got almost all the good ones!!

May I add, though: 

…aaaand now I’ll be scrolling through my #dat ass tag for the rest of the day, in case anyone needs me.

Wonderful additions, one and all!!

Colin talking about the ‘he crushed me right in the nuts’ moment seen in the Season 2 bloopers.

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This is the face of a man who's wondering why he left the safety of his home to interact with the Outside World and Other People again.

Mistakes were made.

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I missed this😅😅

Daylight Fading (2/2)

Alternate version of the underworld arc toying with the idea that people in the underworld gradually forget themselves. A twist on greek mythology once-ified because why not!  The idea came out of the ‘all headcanons come with a price’ discord sooooo… beware of angst.

Tagging the people who commented on part one @goldengirlschildhood @therooksshiningknight @shireness-says.  Thanks as always to the corner crew including @pirate-owl , @queen-mabs-revenge  @icecubelotr44, @justmilah and @killianmesmalls for giving me terrible ideas. Also @killian-whump for …….. reasons.  

Part one on FF/Tumblr

 He doesn’t make it three days. Not because he gives in to Liam’s pleas or arguments, though he nearly does. He so very nearly does that he has to step outside to settle his nerves sometime in the early hours of the third morning. And that’s when the man with the flaming hair comes for him.

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AU where detective rogers shows up to work all antsy and glued to his phone and has to come up with some excuse when weaver snaps at him bc ‘my handcuff-kink blog that i started to supplement my shitty beat cop salary has been flagged 274 times and all my content is going to be deleted’ isn’t gonna fly at work. pls.

He’s been uploading tasteful uniform pics onto his art blog and has now been flagged.

His ship aesthetic blog is somehow being categorised as explicit and is facing the axe.

The only person he thinks he can talk to is Henry because he’s sent out his podcast ranting about his book’s artwork being mistaken for breasts and flagged as sensitive material.

roni finally fesses up when she hears the lads whisper-ranting at the end of the bar. she runs a mixology blog but she’s not above posting a good cleavage shot in the background of demonstrating good pouring technique, and now she’s being shadowbanned and she’s ready to fucking burn the site to the ground

At some point, Sabine bursts in: “THEY FLAGGED MY BEIGNETS.”

“You look upset, love, what is it?”

“Oh it’s nothing. It’s embarrassing, really.”

“Come on, tell me.”

“Well… don’t laugh, okay? But I’m on Tumblr, and there was this blog with like… handcuff stuff, and they’re changing the rules and it’s probably gonna get deleted now and just… why can’t I have one nice thing? You know?”

“… I think I might be able to help.”

OH SHIT, IT JUST GOT EPIC

Actual puppy pirate Killian Jones

Growing Pains (1/1)

Based on this post by @fraddit:

@gusenitsaa sent me and @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable this prompt when I asked for help beating writer’s block here.

Nina’s version is here

Liam wasn’t sure which one of them was shaking more: himself, or his little brother.  Killian was barely able to stand on his own, his tiny and far too lanky body trembling and slick with sweat that dripped down to mix with the bloodstains on his tattered shirt.  Thirty lashes.  Gods.  Liam wasn’t sure how his little brother was still conscious, wasn’t sure how he, himself, still had a tongue for all he’d bitten through it trying to keep silent.  He’d nearly failed with the first sound of the lash falling, nearly thrown caution to the wind and charged across the deck to tear the leather from the boatswain’s hand the first time Killian’s tortured eyes had turned to his big brother for help.

But he couldn’t.  He couldn’t help his brother, he couldn’t help anyone.  Not with their servitude hanging over their heads.  Not with no resources, nowhere to run, and no one to help them.

Liam wasn’t old enough for this.

Neither was Killian, taking a man’s punishment when he hadn’t even sprouted his first whisker.  By rights, he should have been bent over a canon and caned - small favors – but Silver had never catered to the rights of slaves.  Why should he bother when, if Killian couldn’t survive the punishment, Silver could just buy another whelp?

“Li’m?”

Liam hadn’t realized that he’d stopped moving them forward, across the deck and past the jeers of the rest of the crew.  He was staring – glaring, seething, fuming – at the grate where Killian had just been tied and beaten.

“Come on, little brother,” Liam said instead of answering the unspoken question.  “Let’s get you down below.”

“Jones!” Silver bellowed from where he stood behind the ship’s wheel.  “Don’t take too long or I’ll have you both punished for shirking your duties.  Wouldn’t want little brother writhing against the grate again too soon, would we?”

I’m going to kill you one day, Liam thought hotly with a barely concealed sneer on his face.  And I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.

He thought all of it, but he only answered with a reluctantly respectful, “Yes sir.”

Killian shook more violently as Liam leaned down to open the hatch, his small fingers clutching his big brother’s shirt at the lack of contact between them for that instant.  A panicked whimper floated on the stale air when they’d managed to get down the ladder towards what passed for their quarters.

“I know, little brother.  I’ll get a light lit as soon as I can,” he soothed, resisting the urge to just pick Killian up and carry him.  It would be too much for his little brother’s back, for one thing.  And he’d heard the taunts and sly comments from the rest of the crew all too often.  He didn’t care what the bastards thought of the brothers, but Killian did.  He’d bristled every time one of them had called him a baby, told him that he needed to let Liam cut the apron strings.  Killian’s temper was going to get one of them killed on this ship if he couldn’t rein it in.

Liam couldn’t – wouldn’t – step back from protecting his brother, not ever, but he could take a baby step to the side and let Killian walk on his own two feet.

Well, sort of.

It took forever, but he finally got them to the corner of the hold they called their own, lowering Killian down to lay on his belly on the old grain sacks that passed for bedding.  Killian whimpered again, his hands balling into fists around the rough material under his head as his body arched in pain.

“I’m just going to get some supplies, little brother.  I’ll be right-”

Liam stopped abruptly when Killian’s hand shot out to wrap around his wrist, the pads of his fingers indenting Liam’s skin so hard it would likely bruise.

“No!” Killian hissed pathetically, his voice choked with the tears that hadn’t stopped falling since the lash had ceased.  “Please!”

Gods, what was he supposed to do when his little brother sounded like that?

Liam knelt fully by Killian’s head, bent over the boy’s head and stroking his sweaty hair back from his forehead.  “It’s all right, Killian,” he tried to soothe, knowing he was lying through his teeth.  This wasn’t all right.  Seeing his brother in this much pain would never be all right.

Killian, it seemed, knew it, too.  He shook his head pitifully, biting back a cry when the movement pulled on the lacerations and welts on his back.  Liam pushed down lightly on the back of Killian’s head, just enough to remind him to be still.  Not enough to hurt – he’d already done enough to hurt his brother by not being enough to their bastard of a father to keep him from selling them for a blasted rowboat.

If only he could have been more useful – maybe they wouldn’t be here now.

Maybe Killian wouldn’t be ignoring the reminder not to move, trying to crawl forward so he could lay his head in Liam’s lap and wrap his spindly arms around his brother’s waist.

“I’m right here, little brother,” Liam promised, tamping down the anger that still boiled whenever he thought of Brennan lest Killian think that fury was directed at him.

Killian nodded shakily, his breath hitching every time he inhaled.

Silently sobbing into his brother’s shirt.

Gods, the light peeking through the slats above them wasn’t enough to light the hold, but it was enough for Liam to see the angry marks on Killian’s back.  They had to be cleaned.  He had to keep his brother from falling ill on top of being injured.

Silver would only turn a blind eye to Killian’s absence on deck for so long.

“Killian.  I need to go and find oil for the lamp and-”

Killian interrupted him with a sharp shake of his head.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”  Liam ignored the way his heart broke at the panicked cry when he eased Killian’s arms from around his waist and managed to stand.  “I promise, little brother.”

It wasn’t the first promise he’d break, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last one.

By the time Liam got back to the hold, finally free of the tasks Silver had required of him, Killian was sitting up on the grain sacks and pulling a fresh shirt over his back.  The lacerations had scabbed over and the bruises stood out in stark contrast against his pale skin.  The flicker of the lantern was enough to see that Killian’s hair was still sweaty, his face pinched in pain as he reached up to drop the rough cloth over his head.

“I won’t let it happen ever again.  I swear,” Liam vowed in a hiss, vehemently promising himself as well as his brother that they’d not suffer through this again.  It was his job to protect Killian.  It was the last thing he’d promised their mother.

But Killian just looked up at him with a sense of resignation in his eyes that no one his age should possess.  “You can’t swear that,” he said, matter-of-factly, with no hint of remorse or condemnation.  It just… was the way of things now.

To the Underworld with that, Liam thought to himself.  It was his job to look out for Killian, and no one was going to get in his way.

“I mean it!” The words slipped out unbidden, begging his little brother to trust him again.  To believe him.  To feel some small modicum of safety in a world where there was little to give.

Killian just smiled sadly, a funny little quirk to his eyebrow that Liam would come to know as his brother.

“I know.”

tagging:

@gusenitsaa

@pirate-owl

@killian-whump

@gilliangrissom

Growing Pains (1/1)

Based on this post by @fraddit:

@gusenitsaa sent me and @icecubelotr44 this prompt when we asked for drabbles here.

IceCube’s version is here

“Thirty lashes for the boy!”

“No!  You don’t need to do this!  Killian won’t do it again!”

“Oh, I know he won’t do it again.  I’m making sure of that.  He needs to learn his place, Liam.  As do you, it seems.  Now stand there and hold your tongue or he’ll get fifty instead.”

It took two days before Killian could hobble across the room without assistance.  He was glad, he hated having Liam’s help just to get to the toilet.  His back hurt fiercely, but he was determined to downplay it as much as possible.

He was ashamed at his weakness, at his public punishment, at Liam having to see just what pain and humiliation he went through.  He was also furious - mostly that he got caught in the first place, but also that he needed Liam’s help at all.

I’m not a baby, he thought angrily, limping back to his bunk.  I don’t need him hovering all the time.

As if on cue, Liam popped into the room.

“I brought food,” he said softly.

Everything Liam had said the last two days was “softly”.  Gently.  Calmly.  Killian was sick of it, his brother still acting as mother hen around him, as if he was too injured to be spoken to normally.  Treated differently because he had been beaten.  If it was anyone else, Liam wouldn’t even blink.  But for his baby brother….

Killian kicked the edge of the bed as he carefully climbed in, his back stiff and straight as he tried not to rustle the thin shirt covering his wounds.  He refused to grimace at the pain in his foot, even though he knew Liam wouldn’t recognize it.  Dumb brothers.

I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.

“It’s the scrapings from the soup today, I know you like the bits on the bottom.” Liam offered Killian the bowl, relieved his brother took it.  The scowl had been etched into his brother’s face since their father had left, but it seemed darker the last couple of days, and not only from pain.  He was trying to be helpful, but the darkness he knew was a part of his little brother was burning its way out, Liam could nearly feel its heat radiating from his brother’s expression.

“Thanks,” Killian muttered.  He took a spoonful and winced.  Raising his arm to his mouth shouldn’t ache this much.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  That’s all I’ll ever be around here.  That, and Liam’s personal burden to shoulder.  Stupid.

“How are you feeling?”  Liam kept his tone as neutral as possible, hoping his voice didn’t crack.  I’m sorry, I don’t know how to help you, I failed you.

“Fine,” bit out Killian between swallows of soup.  Leave me alone.  Just leave.

Liam sat for a moment, eyeing his brother quietly.  I’m sorry, you need to stop antagonizing the crew, I can’t watch you go through this again and again.  

He made a decision.  Liam stood, turned toward the door.  “He needs to learn his place.”  But where’s my place?  I can’t protect him all the time.

“My watch starts in a few minutes,” he said, forcing an edge to his voice.  “I’ll be back later.  If you need anything, ask one of the other boys until I’m off.”  I’m sorry.

Killian looked up, the tone in his brother’s voice a surprise, but one he wanted to welcome.  About time.  I’m almost 10, he’s not our mother and I’m not his project.  “Yeah, sure,” he said, his spoon twirling circles in the warm broth.  “See you.”

Liam nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

I’m sorry I have to leave you.  You have to grow up someday.

I don’t want him to rush back, I don’t.  I’m not a baby.  Stop it.

I’m sorry, Killian.

Come back.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, Liam.

Colin was filming till 6am this morning in a rain machine storm outside Atlanta. He isn’t allowed to talk about it

This post makes me laugh so hard, tho. “Here’s what I was doing until 6am this morning, guys... but I can’t talk about it.” Classic Colin <3

“For those who haven’t seen The Rite, it’s about a mortician who becomes an exorcist. It’s a comedy.”

Colin O'Donoghue, y'all.

LMAO COLIN XD

WTF DID HE HAVE IN HIS CHEERIOS THIS MORNING

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