#gorramxcaptain

[landspeeding]

writes hey loser on your forehead in sharpie while ur sleepin

If I’m one of your favorite blogs send me “hey loser”

         was not aware you were a rl sour patch kiD BUT OKAY

[siihas-blog]

random positivity for @gorramxcaptain. 💕  tbh, i think you’re actually mal reynolds.  you’ve nailed down his spirit & his speech & his everything with such graceful ease, it’s amazing.  reading your interactions is like glimpsing lost episodes of firefly, & i’m always contentedly drawn in.  your writing is packed full of personality ; each sentence just makes you want to keep going.  i love it.  you seem really cool, too -- really laid-back, & a ray of sunshine to those around you.  i hope the days are treating you well, because you yourself are a total treat. ` u `

[landspeeding]

meeeeee pls :')

positivity meme that’s a lil late but! closed.

nat is so talented, i just--- jesus. i didn’t know jack shit about mal to be honest when she first followed me. i was a bit deer in headlights because while i didn’t know him, i also saw their writing and was just immediately drawn into their style. mal now holds a very special place in rey’s heart and i don’t know if she’d ever be able to find someone to replicate the kind of emotions she feels towards him, especially in our time traveler au. idek, they’re just freaking cool to talk to ooc and ic and i feel like gorramxcaptain is a blog everyone should be following.

[undauntedloyalty]

@gorramxcaptain

Let go. Let go...  Relax each finger and release your grip... Just surrender to the sea...

The sodden wet wool coat wanted to drag Gillette to the depths, to answer the call from beneath. But it only strengthened his resolve, his grasp upon the flotsam that was his raft. A wave of memory washed over him, the terrible wind, the whining of it through the rigging, and rain pelting the faces of the men who stayed on the deck trying to see the ship through the hurricane. But it had been too much for her and she ship broke apart with the mast toppling first after the stays had snapped. In the chaos he had lost Theo, orders to abandon ship creating a vacuum of energy and men. When the sun had risen, Gillette was alone, bobbing in the vast ocean miles from anywhere, he presumed.

Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. He couldn’t remember when he had last eaten; before and during the storm he had forgotten to do so. Eyelids fought to remain open, focused for any sign of sail, any laughter or song from sailors aboard a ship. Exhaustion overwhelmed all other emotions; perhaps if he died he would not have to face the reality of losing Groves and Norrington.

At the top of the rise of a wave he squinted against the sunlight, combing the horizon for anything. There, in the distance, the bright white sails of salvation.

“Help! Over here! Oh God!!!”

[expionagearchive-blog]

that moment you finish a rewatch of serenity and a mal reynolds follows you ---

[flyingtrue]

continuation from here || @gorramxcaptain

         It weren’t every day that somethin’ downright CRAZY happened in their neck of the woods ( though they did seem to attract their fair SHARE of it ). The captain smirks, the subtlest hint of humor on his face while the minister rolls right on through the first portion of the ceremony. He thinks, anyway. Not much experience with weddings, aside from his fake one–

        “Longer the ceremony, the shorter the reception, an’ I feel like I got less of a chance of gettin’ shot the more he talks.”

        “This is Patience we’re talkin’ about, sir. Don’t think she’s above shootin’ you dead at her own wedding-- imagine the story it’ll make.”

        Zoe isn’t usually one for weddings, but the invitation had technically been for her. She’d known the woman years before the captain, having spent some years on the next moon over. But it was bound to be somethin’ else, Patience’s wedding, as well as a mark of good faith if she and the captain came in peace. They didn’t have so much as a shiv ( well not a well sharpened one at the least ) on them as they sat there, listenin’ to the preacher’s dull drone.

[washburnebaby]

“I don’t blame you…”

                “… I just think that maybe if you weren’t                   such a 愛吃自己的糞[的]狗 everything                   would be okay now.”

{ @gorramxcaptain }