. . Live To Fight Another Day . .

❝I'd risk my life for two things-- love and revenge❞ The name's Killian Jones, and I captain the vessel known as The Jolly Roger. I am a pirate, however I do consider myself something of an honorable man. {Semi-selective, independent Killian Jones rp}

[the-rollyjoger]

No. Marty McFly is not a wizard.

[montanarosalie]

[hookedpirate]

Killian Jones + Closeups

[winniethabish]

*drinks an entire bottle of wine* everything’s fine

[amanwillingtofight]

STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!

“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”

“I had good intentions, I did it for a reason.”

“We’re done. I’m done. This ends right now. You’re a monster.”

“I trusted you!”

“Is that supposed to scare me?”

“Put the knife down.”

“You were right. As per usual.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”

“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”

“Why protect my reputation? I’m a dead man either way.”

“You think you know me, as others think they know you.”

“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”

“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”

“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”

“I was prepared for anything, except for what ensued.”

“The story lingers on, but the version that is drawn is twisted,.”

“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”

“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”

“There are two sides to every story.”

“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”

“What made me think that I could get away with such a plot?”

“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”

“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”

“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”

“I’ll never be a hero.”

“How much money do you have on you?”

“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”

“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”

“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”

“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”

“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”

“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”

“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”

“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”

“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”

“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”

“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”

“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”

“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”

“My dog licks better than you do.”

“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”

“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”

“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”

“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”

“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”

“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”

“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”

“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”

“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”

“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”

“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”

“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”

“What is that!?”

“Oh my god, were you shot!?”

“Give me the gun. Now.”

“Hello? Anyone in there?”

FOR TEXTERS;

[text] This is upsetting.

[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.

[text] She said that to you? Why?

[text] Please come back. I miss you.

[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?

[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.

[text] …did you just send me a nude?

[text] I don’t know why I said that.

[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.

[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.

[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?

[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.

[text] Please. I need this so badly.

[text] I trust you completely.

[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.

[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.

[text] She lost it. She completely lost it.

[text] Please? I love you.

[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.

[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.

[text] I never meant to hurt you.

[text] You’re cute.

[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

[text] Fuck off.

[text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.

[text] Why should I believe you?

[amanwillingtofight]

[amanwillingtofight]

      ❝ A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets. ❞                                               I.    II.    III.    IV.

[onceuponadaily]

[onceland]

Requested by hellowherearemypeople (insp) ↳ Killian Jones + Being a Hero

[elriell]

#you sir look especially good in candlelight…

[onceland]

Killian Jones + Learning From/Correcting his Mistakes

[amanwillingtofight]

 psychorex:

The younger twin had been chewing at his nails when Killian approached, unceremoniously making the seat bounce with his movement. He looked the others way with an arched brow, eyes widening at the mention of just who would be attending the ball. To be honest he hadn’t paid any attention to who their mother was inviting, just hoping there would be others around their own age for him to dally with. 

“Him? Mother knows how much of a nuisance he is, I swear I saw him trying to slip a hand up one of the maid’s skirts once. Sometimes I swear he’s only invited just because he’s a nuisance and bothers us so much—either that or it’s for father.” An over dramatic groan passed his lips as he spoke, sitting back. 

"He does seem a rather crude fellow,” he agreed. “I wouldn’t put it past him to try something like that.” Though, if Killian had been the maiden in such a situation, the duke would have likely found a scalding dish landing unceremoniously in his lap.

Shifting his position, he leaned forward to brace his elbows against his thighs. “I don’t much care what the reasoning behind it is. I just don’t want to pretend to be civil towards the man.” He would, though. If forced into the whole ordeal he would put on a polite face and sit quietly until the whole painful event was over. Then he would likely retire, to complain about the entire thing with his brother. At least that was one good thing about it all -- he had someone to commiserate with after the fact.

[cerena-canthandleit]

Captain Sexy Eyes

Killian Jones as Captain (X) Meme Part 23/9 (Bonus) Requested by Anonymous

[wumingsflower]

Killian Jones in ‘Poor Unfortunate Soul’

[amanwillingtofight]

psychorex

Killian flopped into the seat, slouching in a way that went entirely against everything his tutors had taught him. Not that he cared, really. There wasn’t anyone around that would care, and damn it if his position wasn’t comfortable.

“How difficult do you think it would be to get out of the banquet tonight? I heard mother talking about it, and I think she invited that stuffy duke to dine with us. You know -- the one who has an opinion about everything and eats practically all the food.”

[crumblingdisposition-blog]

Birthday Blues || crumblingdisposition

She studied him as he gulped down a mouthful of his drink, her eyebrows knitting together in consideration of his words. Was she really that bad at covering it up? She was under the impression that she was doing a damn fine job of masking her internal conflict all night, but apparently not fine enough to fool Killian. She shouldn’t have been surprised; he’d said the first day they met that he could read her like a book. He was just exercising that power at that moment. Plus, she doubted she was doing as good of a job at hiding her true emotions as if she had been sober.  Speaking of sober, she may have been drunk, but she wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t see that he was well into the alcohol, too. He was just better at hiding it from hundreds of years of conditioning. She would have asked why he was there, but even through her clouded mind, she knew better. She knew the reason as well as he did. They hadn’t spoken in weeks because of it. Neal. Which ironically enough, was the reason she was on her way to getting sloshed and the same reason Killian was calling her out on not being happy. Glazed green eyes locked on his own glossy azure gaze and for some reason, she decided to sit on the stool next to him. Who knew how long she’d be waiting for her drink, right? May as well get comfortable.  Her body was angled towards him and she propped an elbow on the bar, leaning her head on her hand. “If it’s written all over my face, how come they don’t see it?” she asked, her brow arched with the question. 

[amanwillingtofight]

If Killian was surprised at her taking a seat on the stool beside him, he didn’t show it. Instead he took another swig from his glass, letting the amber liquid burn its way down his throat. It was a soothing feeling, the warmth the rum always gave him. It was a comfort on his worse days and a gift on the good ones. Finishing the glass, he turned towards her once more.

“I can’t answer for them, darling. Maybe they do see it and they’re merely pretending they don’t for your sake. But I see it, clear as day. Something’s troubling you.” He could make a few educated guesses (as well as several sarcastic quips) on what was on her mind. For the moment, however, he made the decision to say no more. He decided to give her a chance to respond and confirm his suspicions first.

The bartender then came back with Emma’s drink, placing it on a napkin in front of her. Glancing at the empty glass in front of Killian, he raised a questioning eyebrow. “Ya want a refill?” the bartender asked him, pointing to the glass. With a nod and a noise of confirmation, Killian watched the bartender walk away once more.

[amanwillingtofight]

If anyone wants a starter, feel free to like this thing. 

[amanwillingtofight]

"It’s so cold.."

Killian glanced over to her, shivering slightly in the evening breeze. Despite it being spring, there was a bitter chill that had spread through Storybrooke, growing even more severe near the water -- where they both happened to be headed in that moment. 

He was planning on showing her the Jolly Roger, brought back with the help of Ursula. Of course she had seen it previously, on their trip to Neverland, but somehow this felt different. For one, they needn’t worry for the safety of her lad every waking moment. And for another, they were together now. Both of those things, combined with his general excitement over having his ship back, resulted in him dragging her towards the docks that evening.

Now, however, he paused in his steps. His right arm wrapped around her frame, hands rubbing her arms to produce a small bit of warmth. He could still tell she was cold, however, and it was uncomfortable for him to watch. Ever since she had nearly frozen to death, he had a difficult time watching her in even the slightest of chilly conditions.

“We could turn back, love, if you’re too cold. Tomorrow is just as good a time as now,” he offered, hook waving behind them, back towards the way they had come.