#jcmeshook

[ali-riffraff-blog]

“This isn’t right. Where are the slutty male costumes?!”

“For the last time Belle, I’m not dressing up as a sexy genie’s lamp just so I can say ‘rub me’.”

[moralambiguities-blog]

ø#

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ TEXT / J. HOOK →1:14 AM ]   Was it Wilde who said that the first duty in life is to be as artificial as possible?[ TEXT / J. HOOK   →1:15 AM ]   I’m too lazy to Google, and you’re the only person I know who may have an answer to this.[ TEXT / J. HOOK → 1:15 ]   I’m attempting to win a bet.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[ TEXT / J. HOOK → 3:45 PM ]   My secretary said you stopped by this afternoon. I’m sorry I missed you. Had a lunch date I couldn’t miss.[ TEXT / J. HOOK → 3:45 PM ]   Could I make it up to you with dinner tomorrow, or are you too busy grading midterms?

[milo-james-thatch-blog1]

💖

💖- A memory that made them feel special

Silence hung in the air like the trench coat behind Milo that he had yet to grab. He was waiting for Hook to say something, anything, but instead he slowly chewed, turning the bite of the homemade scone in his mouth and the opinion that came with it. 

It was a new recipe that Milo had stumbled across on Pinterest the other night. He was no Tiana by any means, but baking was a nice way to relieve the stress that came with having to deal with barely-adults on a day-to-day basis. As much as Milo loved his students, the few that misused their potential aggravated him to no end. 

But because he lived alone with Fluffy, often times Milo had a batch of cookies or muffins that would lay untouched unless he shoved them in his friends’ faces. And today, Hook was his lucky victim. 

“...not bad.” Hook replied, and those two words were all it took for Milo’s heart to go aflutter with joy. He grinned, then attempted to tone down his silly expression by looking away.

At least this one was a success, which meant he was that much closer to Hook - even if it was only a tiny, baby step.

[ali-riffraff-blog]

“Kind of makes me wish something interesting would happen. Like murder.”

“That’s not- no.”

[wndybird]

♭ (:

louisa…… whenever you smile at me i know im in for something good , so here i am , hopefully returning the favor

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye.

WITHIN JAMES HOOK , wendy may see something of herself — competitive , dedicated , passionate , but she will never divulge this information to another. in part, because it is a slippery slope down the path to the intermittent intrusive thought , as it has today. just how much does she see ? how many little pieces of herself ? could wendy place herself within the confines of his body and take on the role of a fearsome pirate captain ?

her silence this period does not go unnoticed by her professor , especially not when she remains at her desk , unmoving , once he dismisses the class. was there something in her eyes — a traitorous little twinkle ? something in his own gaze gleams with understanding as he approaches , elegant even as he seizes her jaw within his hand , tilting her face up to meet dark eyes.

“miss darling ,   ” he drawls , words dripping with purpose , heavy in the air , “   is something the matter ?   ” she cannot miss the way the question curls , the note of amusement.

“   professor ,   ” she snipes back at him quickly , as though to remind him that they are not on the jolly roger , that she is not his captive , “   my name is wendy darwin. surely you remember your favorite student’s own name ?   ” she returns his amusement with a taunt of her own , but she does not give him time to reply , wetting her lips as his eyes narrow —

“yes , actually. i find myself wondering what it must be like to plunge that into the cruel heart of some ridiculous , smirking man.   ” her trailing gaze indicates that that must mean nothing other than his hook. the cold iron glints under the fluorescents of the classroom; she does not allow herself a moment of pause to regret her words. they are real , now , and she must accept them. she hardly thinks hook would be one to judge her harshly for it , anyway.

“  you —   ”

her hand rises to wrap thin fingers around his wrist , not pulling or squeezing , just resting there. a reminder that he is not the only player in this game — she needs to believe she has power within herself.

“   yes , james hook , me.   ”

[ellabellamy-blog]

✆☎ø#ツ [ from belle ]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

[ sent ] ella → bella rubio: morning! i might be a minute or two late to work today![ sent ] ella → bella rubio: can you please please please cover for me?

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. 

[ sent ] ella → bella rubio: omg ok so i THINK i might have set fire to my oven nbd do u know if i’m supposed to throw flour or water over it?

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ sent ] ella → bella rubio: i worked so hard today i think i won’t even be able to go out tonight :( why are people such pigs when it comes to their rooms i’m sad

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[ sent ] ella → bella rubio: who do you think loves us most between the sun and the moon?

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[ sent ] ella → bella rubio: GUESS WHO MIGHT BE GETTING A PET :D

[ambiguousinnocence]

✘ ⁇$

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

[ txt  →  left handed ] : tick tock ur a cock

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ txt  →  left handed ] : CAN HOOK COME OUT TO PLAAAY?[ txt  →  left handed ] : dont leave me on read.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ txt  →  left handed ] : im gonna need at least 14 clocks if this is gonna work

[moralambiguities-blog]

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn't you? [ from belle ]

[ TEXT / B. RUBIO → 4:01 PM ]   Well, in my defense, we’re talking about a group of people who are predisposed to believe almost anything you tell them.[ TEXT / B. RUBIO → 4:01 PM ]   Ozians are by nature extremely gullible. That’s just how it is. They’re not used to insincerity.[ TEXT / B. RUBIO → 4:02 PM ]   Are you trying to tell me that if you crash-landed in a country you’d never been to and everyone there thought you had magic on your side, you wouldn’t just go along with it?