Hooked Rapscallion

Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones "A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets." A selective Indie RP Blog Mun is 21+ Written by Becky

[memestockpile]

‘this is us’ (2016-) sentence meme feel free to change pronouns and descriptors as you see fit.

i love you as much as a human heart can love.

the best thing that ever happened to me was you telling me that you’d marry me. 

the moment i saw you, i knew you were my boy. 

you weren’t a choice. you were a fact. 

life is full of color. 

there’s no dying. there is no you or me or them. there’s just us.

what’s wrong with being normal?

sometimes you just got to do the right thing. you got to do the right thing, even if it’s not what you want.

the sexiest thing about a man is his sense of humor.

i believe in good people.

because to me, you are every part my son.

you are the love of my life, and our kids are our everything.

i don’t love twists. life has enough twists.

nothing bad ever happens on christmas eve.

i know you feel like you have all the time in the world, but you don’t. so stop playing is so cool.

because i care what everyone thinks, you know that.

it’s a helluva lot easier to accept what you are, in all your damaged glory, than to try and be someone you’re not.

i’d like to pay my respects.

my handsome boy. 

there you go. breathe with me. that’s it. breathe. everything’s going to be fine.

what are you doing out of bed?

you are an exceptional young man.

i’m thinking about what my dad would do.

i live in fear.

if i let up for a moment, i will remember that i am unwanted.

have fun.

you got it all wrong, son.

but the truth is, you never wanted me either.

you ready for your first day?

i’m going to teach you how to tie a tie. takes a little time, but you’ll get the hang of it.

don’t let my poor choice make you feel afraid to stay out, okay?

i want you to stand out. 

that must’ve been incredibly lonely. 

[aseaofquotes]

Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

[chasingxprongs]

Semi-Hiatus

Hello! I’m being entirely useless on here and from Sunday 3rd I will be in Berlin for work until the 6th. 

I’m also coming up to a really busy time in work and just don’t have a lot of time. I’m going to try and do things as I love it so I don’t want to disappear but just in case, I’m on a mini hiatus from Sunday…but might appear, probably will appear, let’s be real. 

[memestockpile]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) // SENTENCE STARTERS

feel free to change pronouns / descriptors !

now remember, keep your shoulders back. 

you’ve been away too long.

you have some big shoes to fill, young man.

i’ll do my best, sir.

come on, son. chin up.

i don’t want to go here.

i hear we’re going to be roommates. 

he looks like a stiff.

what’s his specialty? bootlicking? 

that’s not my fault.

he flatters me.

don’t you ever dispute me in public! do you understand? 

you do as i tell you. is that clear?

that’s my boy!

why doesn’t he let you do what you want? 

i wouldn’t lose too much sleep over it. 

i don’t care. i don’t give a damn about any of it. 

come along, pal.

slow down, you horrible phalanx of pubescence.

because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die. 

seize the day, make your lives extraordinary.

terrible. awful.

that guy could eat a football.

all the good ones go for jerks, you know that.

did you see her naked?

we’re not laying pipe, we’re talking about poetry.

we shouldn’t be doing this.

this is a battle, a war. and the casualties could be your hearts and souls. 

i have a little secret for ya’. huddle up. huddle up! 

we don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is filled with passion. medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

what will your verse be?

funny, i never pegged you as a cynic.

not a cynic, a realist. 

i doubt the present administration would look too favorably upon that.

no shit, sherlock.

i’ll try anything once.

for god’s sake stop chattering and sit down.

cut out the racket in there.

arrrrr, i’m a dead poet.

it was a dark and rainy night, and this old lady, who had a passion for jigsaw puzzles, sat by herself in her house at her table to complete a new jigsaw puzzle. but as she pieced the puzzle together, she realized, to her astonishment, that the image that was formed was her very own room. and the figure in the center of the puzzle, as she completed it, was herself. and with trembling hands, she placed the last four pieces and stared in horror at the face of a demented madman at the window. the last thing that this old lady ever heard was the sound of breaking glass.

i love that story.

come on, you twerp.

are you a man or an amoeba?

for the first time in my whole life i know what i wanna do.

bullshit! nothing’s impossible. 

whose side are you on?

i’m not like you. all right?

i can take care of myself just fine.

to indeed be a god!

you push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. you kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. from the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. 

today’s my birthday.

go have some whiskey, pal. 

hey, would you not worry about your precious little neck? 

it’s for you. it’s god.

wipe that smirk off your face.

assume the position.

i always thought the idea of educating was to learn to think for yourself. 

that was a pretty lame stunt you pulled today. 

there’s a time for daring and there’s a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for. 

don’t you dare talk back to me!

how can you stand it?

i came to apologize for the other night. 

look, i acted like a jerk and i know it. 

you can’t be in here. if they caught you, you’d be in big trouble.

you are so infuriating.

god, i’m so proud of you.

c’mere, you!

wait, wait – what. where are you going?

go on, get some sleep.

i was good. i was really good. 

it’s all right. it’s going to be all right.

oh no! oh, my son! wake up!

calm down, shhh. it’s okay. it’s okay. 

leave him be.

he wouldn’t – he wouldn’t have done it. 

his father killed him. he made him do it.

thank you. thank you so very much. 

[anxntoldstory-blog]

Okay, but

Kill me, like you did Milah. Then I’ll finally be reunited with her.

That was one of the most romantic sentences in TV Shows I’ve heard in my life.

[eversncenewyork]

send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic

things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars and in the grass

things you said while we were driving

things you said when you were crying

things you said when i was crying

things you said that made me feel like shit

things you said when you were drunk

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with too many miles between us

things you said with no space between us

things you said that i wish you hadnt

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said when we were on top of the world

things you said after it was over

things you said [make your own]

inspired by this

[venividivicii-blog]

House of Cards sentence starters

Change pronouns / descriptors as necessary!

“I have no patience for useless things.”

“We’re in the same boat now. Take care not to tip it over. I can only save one of us from drowning.”

“We’re in a very gray area. Ethically. Legally. Which I’m okay with.”

“What a martyr craves more than anything is a sword to fall on.”

“Nobody can hear you. Nobody cares about you. Nothing will come of this.”

“I know all about hate. It starts in your gut, deep down here, where it stirs and churns. And then it rises.”

“You haven’t earned the right to be treated as an adult.”

“So you think when a woman asks to be treated with respect, that’s arrogance?”

“You don’t want to work anywhere you’re not willing to get fired from.”

“Treading water is the same as drowning, for people like you and me.”

“Love of family: most politicians are permanently chained to that slogan, family values. But when you cozy up to hookers and I find out, I will make that hypocrisy hurt.”

“He believes that if a fridge falls off a minivan, you better swerve out of its way. I believe it’s the fridge’s job to swerve out of mine.”

“Just making an observation.”

“Are you letting pride cloud your judgment?”

“I’m the only person who believes in you, but maybe that’s one too many.”

“Maybe they were right. Maybe you are worthless.”

“I promise you’ll never be bored.”

“He was the only one who understood me. He didn’t put me on some pedestal.”

“The most you’ll ever make of yourself is blowing men like me.”

“I can smell the cock on your breath from here.”

“He’d never go for you. You’re too intimidating.”

“I’ve been doing this a long time. I know when I’ve scraped all the shit off the shoe.”

“Do you get off on this or something?”

“There’s no better way to overpower a trickle of doubt than with a flood of naked truth.”

“I have to put fear in other people.”

“I have to be ruthless, because failure is not an option.”

“I’m not going to lie. I despise children. There. I’ve said it.”

“Everything is about sex. Except sex. Sex is about power.”

“If I didn’t think you were such a liability to yourself, I might even like you.”

“I have zero tolerance for betrayal, which they will soon indelibly learn.”

“When did that happen?”

“You don’t understand. I’m not afraid of you anymore.”

“I’ve known everything from the beginning.”

“I’m not here to punish you or to tell you to stop. I just thought I should open those big bright eyes.”

“I wanted to be significant.”

“I envy your free spirit, and I’m attracted to it, but not all of us have that luxury.”

“You had a choice. You chose not to be free.”

“Success is a mixture of preparation and luck.”

“Decisions based on emotion aren’t decisions, at all. They’re instincts. Which can be of value.”

“He doesn’t measure his wealth in private jets, but purchased souls.”

“Of all the things I hold in high regards, rules are not one of them.”

“You have a reputation for pragmatism.”

“You can’t purchase loyalty. Not the sort I have in mind. If you want to earn my loyalty, then you have to offer yours in return.”

“Now, the humane way to do it is to make it quick.”

“I took a chance, showed up at your house and placed myself at your feet.”

“I have been fearless. But, you know what? I’m really fucking scared this time.”

“Grief demands an answer, but sometimes there isn’t one.”

“If we never did anything we shouldn’t do, we’d never feel good about doing the things we should.”

“It’s personal for me now. I don’t have a choice, but you still do.”

“Stick a knife in its heart and put an apple in its mouth, I won’t shed a tear.”

“There is no sacred ground for the conquered.”

“You may have all the money, but I have all the men with guns.”

“You’re nothing. You’re a parasite.”

“I’m not who you want to be your poster girl.”

“I’ve never thought higher of her than I do at this moment.”

“Do you think I’m a hypocrite? Well, you should. I wouldn’t disagree with you.”

“I ain’t one for lookin’ back. Eyes ahead.”

“From the lion’s den to a pack of wolves. When you’re fresh meat, kill and throw them something fresher.”

“I don’t know whether to be proud or terrified. Perhaps both.”

“Seduce him, give him your heart. Cut it out and put it in his fucking hands.”

“I’ve done what I have to do. Now you do what you have to do.”

“I said I would take the fall for you. And now I give you the means to make that happen.”

“Power is better than money, for as long as it lasts. But it never lasts.”

“What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just leave me be?!”

“All you have ever done is fuck up my life!”

“Such a waste of talent.”

“Discuss is probably the wrong word. They talk while I sit quietly and imagine their lightly salted faces frying in a skillet.”

“Money is the McMansion in Sarasota that starts falling apart after ten years, power is the old stone building that stands for centuries. I cannot respect someone who does not see the difference.”

“Moments like this require someone who will act. To do the unpleasant thing. The necessary thing.”

“There are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong. Or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering.”

“Let’s make him suffer.”

[enchantedrapscallion-blog]

The Morning After Sentence Starters

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"

[enchantedrapscallion-blog]

imtinkerbell:

stare into the abyss and contemplate all of your life choices that lead you to being in this horrible horrible place. moral of the story, never help anybody ever again

That’s an insult to Killian dick everywhere is what that is. 

[enchantedrapscallion-blog]

imtinkerbell:

cry…hide…cry some more…pray for death to come swiftly…bargaining with demon children for your clothes because god forbid you try to bathe urself on this shit island and then they take u stuff and next thing u know ur tramping through a jungle wearing some leafs and shoes

Aside from the constant feeling of imminent death and the occasional actual near death experiences...aside from all of that, what else is there to do? 

[enchantedrapscallion-blog]

@justcallmejolly continued from HERE

“Aye Love, I do.” He answered quickly, with a surety he didn’t feel about many things, a surety that was rare in the midst of grief and anger. A surety which had taken time to develop, time and the patience of a loving woman—formally ship. “I see them when I look at you.”

He paused, hands stilling their attempt to light the fire as he lifted his head to look at her. Her words a brand against his heart, hotter than any flame could ever be. Jolly, his Jolly—offering to forgo her dreams of freedom, her legs, her ability to touch and be touched, to love and be loved—to sacrifice it, under some misconceived notion of selfless loyalty to his feelings.

“I see them Love.” He repeated, standing just long enough to walk to the stump she’d taken as a seat, crouching in front of her as he took her hand in his. “I see noble adventures with my brother, I see his smile, I see his hands steering with unrivalled skill—I see my hero navigating through storms.”

He shook his head, a soft smile crossing his face for a second before he continued;

“I see Milah’s face, I see the hope for a better life in her eyes as she stood on the deck for the first time. I see the love in her eyes as we lay under the stars, I see her when I look at you—by choice, by looking at you and knowing we’ve weathered those storms together.”

He sighed, fingers lacing with hers as he glanced down at their joined hands for a second. Marvelling and not for the first time that they’d been given this chance, that he’d been given this chance. That his beloved ship, his constant had been allowed into his life as more than creaking wood and a stubborn propensity for survival. That she was here, her hand in his, blood running through her veins and a heart beating in her chest.

“I see them love, aye I do—I see them because you were there, through the worst of it. You were there to steer the course when I could not, you were there as you’ve always been. I see them in you my Jolly, not as ghosts of my past, but of the life we’ve shared together—and the life we’ve got left to live—“

He rose slightly, curve of his hook tilting her chin to meet his eyes, his lips pressing softly against the corner of her mouth.

“I also see you my Jolly, and I shan’t be looking to give that up as long as there’s a heart beating in my chest.”

[enchantedrapscallion-blog]

finding-milah:

@enchantedrapscallion (who yelled at me for giving them dead milah.)

“Stop that!”

The hammock swayed lightly in the breeze, thick wool blanket tossed over them and if you listened you could hear the shouts of the crew below deck. But this was their time. Mostly alone save for the man at the helm and Killian and Milah tucked away in their own little private sanctuary under the stars. An almost nightly routine when the conditions were right and the skies were clear. Many a nights spent with him murmuring the names of stars into her ear while one hand got a little frisky and the other held her close. Trying her best to be quiet and keep their intimacies… private to say the least. Boyish and playful that was her Killian.

The same man that had taught her how to wield a blade and tie knots. The same man that told her stories in a tavern, what seemed near a century ago. And perhaps it was; she found time seemed to stand still upon the deck of The Jolly Roger. The magic of the ship itself was something to behold, with Killian at the helm it was mesmerizing to say the least.

Milah swatted his hand away– slowly creeping up her skirts (the rare occasion she decided to wear one) and tickling with roughened finger tips. The way his laugh was a low rumble in her ear and she squirmed and damn near flipped them both out of the bloody thing.

“What shall your crew think, hm? Should they come up here and find us both sprawled out in a state of undress.” She knew that he didn’t very well care and honestly it only added fuel to her fire. Turning to face him, she pressed lips to his. Sweet and slow, same as the pace they were currently keeping on the sea. Wistfully drifting towards a new destination that they would discover together.

“Actually, the crew can piss off for all I care,” she murmured, hand slipping onto his hair and a leg hitched around his hip. “It’s the unsteadiness of this hammock that is currently worrying me.”

Killian could stay here forever. Lay under the stars with his love, mild waves crashing against the sides of his beloved ship, the stars above them only serving to highlight that they had the world. The two of them, together. They had the entire world to explore and all the time to do it. For here, she was his, her breathless giggles in his ear, her playful teasing and responsive movements. Here, he was more than a drunken Captain. Here, with his Milah he was a man in love, a man with a future. A man with a woman he would die for ten times over.

Here, he could dance his fingertips across the smooth skin of her thigh, teasing, with an end goal in mind he didn’t need to rush for. Here, he could take his time and know with a certainty he’d never known anything in his life—that she wasn’t going anywhere. She was his, as he was hers and that was the way it would remain.

She slapped his hand away and he laughed, genuine and joyful as he shook his head.

“I should think they’d know by now to bloody well mind their own business.” He stated casually, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke. “Nonetheless, should they see more of you than I desire them to, taking an eye is always an option—or a good long walk off the plank—really Love, I’ve endless solutions to this quandary.”

His eyes caught hers as she turned to face him, hammock swaying dangerously, but all her saw was her face. Her beautiful face, eyes he could stare at for an eternity and never tire of it. A face he’d seen once in a tavern and had been unable to forget, had wanted to clear the frowns forever, had been addicted to causing that light hearted, hopeful expression on her face just one more time.

Now he was able to see it forever.

His lips met hers easily, kissing her lazily, with a certainty they’d be doing this for the rest of their lives. Knowing they had the entire night and into the next one. Knowing, as his mouth moved against hers, as his tongue slipped between parted lips, that they had the stars, ever present and unchangeable.

“That’s the spirit Love.” He breathed against her lips, hand trailing down to hook her thigh more firmly over his waist. “I suppose you’ll just have to see how still you can be…lest you want to hit the deck.”

He smirked against her lips, fingers once against finding their way beneath the material of her skirt, calloused fingertips trailing over heated skin as he nipped teasingly on a full bottom lip.

“What d’you say Love, are you up for the challenge?”

[alittlecurse-deactivated2016110]

I look young But inside I am old And filled with the deaths Of other people.

(via hailthequeens)

[platonicrpmemes]

Send “I’m cold” to curl up under a blanket with mine.

[enchantedrapscallion-blog]

‘ this is like straight-up end of days shit going on. ’

Buzfeed Unsolved || Accepting

“Aye Lad, that it is…” Killian murmured, eyes fixed on the approaching storm, arm winding around his boy’s shoulders to tug him close to his side.

The sky was an angry red, the sea echoing its anger and Killian knew from experience they were in for a beating. He’d wanted to stay on land for the night, rent a room in a tavern and ride out the storm the old fashioned way. However, his crew had been antsy, locals becoming suspicious of their activities and Killian had known there was a risk in staying too.

He’d rather take his chances on the sea.

“Jolly’s seen us through worse, she shan’t let us down this time.” He sounded more confident than he felt, turning his head to press a rough kiss to the side of Harry’s head. “Go on mate, go below deck…I don’t want you anywhere near this one.”

There was a time when weathering a storm had given him a thrill. Still did. When it was just him and his beloved ship riding the waves, combatting nature through sheer skill and determination. When it was just the two of them, when he thought about his ever present grief and anger—then he still loved the storms with that reckless abandon that never quite went away. In the way consistently challenging death simply further ignited the flames of his anger.

A storm wasn’t quite as thrilling when his boy’s life was on the line. When he wasn’t simply playing with his own fate. Milah’s heart beat through their boy, and no thirst for revenge or justification for his own existence would allow him to endanger him.

“Go on now. Downstairs.”

[enchantedrapscallion-blog]

“ i should like to give you a kiss. ” (here, have some bitty!eva in emma's body trying to awkwardly flirt with hook)

Peter Pan Starters || Accepting

“I wasn’t aware we were in the habit of asking permission.” Killian frowned, a teasing glint in his eyes as he observed his wife. 

He shook his head, a small smile escaping as he laid down cloth he’d been wiping the kitchen counter with. She’d been acting a little strange all morning, and Killian had rapidly come to the conclusion that she’d been partaking a little too enthusiastically. Perhaps a talk with granny about the amount of liquor necessary in a coffee was needed.

“Now, I’m not one to judge a tiny spot of alcoholism on a Monday morning…” He began, advancing on his wife, his hand reaching for hers as he laced their fingers together confidently. “…however, I’m a little hurt you decided not to share Love, you know drinking without me is practically cause for divorce.” 

He shrugged, tilting his head as he surveyed her carefully. Something was off, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. The entire thing was disconcerting, he prided himself after all, on knowing all of her tells, as she knew his. 

“…are you going to tell me what’s going on Love?” He asked softly. “Or are we playing a guessing game this morning?” 

[magicmemez]

peter  pan  (2003)  sentence  starters !

feel free to change pronouns / tenses !

“ to die would be an awfully big adventure. “ “ you are incomplete. “ “ she’s forgotten you. ” “ i do believe in fairies. ” “ if i were you, i’d give up! ” “ if you were me, i’d be ugly. ” “ i should like to give you a kiss. ” “ i always want to be young and have fun. ”  “ you’re a tragedy! ” “ you won’t forget me, will you? ”  “ you just think happy thoughts. they lift you into the air. ” “ this belongs to you and always will. ” “old… alone… done for. ” “ i think you and i should… talk. ” “ oh, the cleverness of me. ” “ i will not be banished! ” “ go home and grow up. and take your feelings with you! ” “ you offend reason, sir. ” “ you can’t catch me and make me a man. ” “ beg for your lives. ” “ growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience… and pimples. ” “ very exciting — two dead already! ” “ there are many different kinds of bravery. ” “ i am the best there ever was! ” “ why do you have to spoil everything? we have fun, don’t we? ” “ we must leave at once… before we, in turn, are forgotten. ” “ boy, why are you crying? ” “ my new obsession is you. ”