#preacher peter

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Why? (Got that?)

Who, me? (Louder)

Why? (Got that?)

Feet don't fail me now

Take me to the finish line

Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take

But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine

Walking through the city streets

Is it by mistake or design?

I feel so alone on the Friday nights

Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you're mine?

It's like I told you, honey (louder)

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane, so (louder)

Choose your last words, this is the last time

'Cause you and I, we were born to die

Lost but now I am found

I can see that once I was blind

I was so confused as a little child

Tryna take what I could get

Scared that I couldn't find

All the answers, honey (louder)

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane, so (louder)

Choose your last words, this is the last time

'Cause you and I, we were born to die

We were born to die

(We were born to die, we were born to die, we were born to die)

We were born to die

Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane

So, don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane, so (louder)

Choose your last words, this is the last time

'Cause you and I, we were born to die

We were born to die

(We were born to die, we were born to die, we were born to die)

We were born to die

Why? (Got that?)

Who, me? (Louder)

(We were born to die, we were born to die, we were born to die)

Why? (Got that?)

[elizabeethan]

Therapy girl watches what still remains

[piracytheorist]

headcanons for Peter(what still remains)

Headcanon A: realistic

I’ve talked a bit about it before, but I think Peter was sort-of in love with Anna. I mean, only in the creepy, fucked-up, toxic way someone like him can be, but I find it interesting in the way he looks at her, especially after the ninja wedding.

Anna is kind and caring, and though I think he’d thought of her as a potential wife and child bearer from the first moment (yikes), in their first fireside chat Anna showed her caring nature; when Peter was talking about how he feared his parents abandoned him because he was “dead weight” to them, Anna told him to never think like that. And I think that touched him, and in his way, he grew feelings for her. But still he was too messed up and trapped in a bad environment for those feelings to be expressed in a healthy way for both of them. I don’t think Anna could love him back, she doesn’t look like the kind of person who would be willing to deal with the huge amount of trauma he carries (considering she carries a lot of trauma on her own), so it was kinda doomed from the get-go. But he couldn’t consider all that, so he was actually hopeful.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

I’m not sure what I can find hilarious with this character XD The only thing that comes to mind is how he’s probably very good at standing still and thinking he looks cool when in reality it’s the equivalent of accidentally turning on selfie mode

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

I mean... I could go on full detail on what I imagine Judith did to him, but I’ve gained a lot of followers who are minors this past year...

I think in general, he’s starved for affection. I think of his grandfather, who in his age and wisdom (?) saw Zach and Judith and either didn’t put two and two together and practically allowed his only family to be indoctrinated into a cult, or he did and he was quickly killed for it before he could warn Peter. Zach and Judith, like any good cult leader, gaslit and manipulated Peter until he followed them and eventually became just like them. But still, there are moments where you can see Peter having child-like behaviour. 

He doesn’t remember much about the world before; he didn’t grow up with rom-coms that show people talking one (1) time and then acting like they’re super duper in twu wuv. Him having that with Anna, I mean, literally they bonded like once or twice, he then murdered two people in front of her in cold blood, and then he acts like this, like it was okay to marry her without even telling her so and cross her bubble to kiss her. That’s like... I mean it’s a post-apocalyptic world, there’s not big room for romantic relationships the way we have now,  but him jumping from “We talked a few times” to “We’re now married and will have many babies!”... is shit we imagined in elementary school. Combined with the tantrums he has when things don’t go that way - and I mean the way he pouts and huffs and jumps into action, not the actual actions he takes, it feels like his brain didn’t have a normal transition through adolescence; he didn’t develop things like... controlling your actions and understanding that relationships have depth. I’m not even talking about him not respecting Anna’s wishes and boundaries. I’m talking about him being criminally immature and inexperienced. And of course, it’s not a surprise given the conditions and the place he grew up in. 

But it’s tragic in a way that he seems to want that. He felt more for Anna and wanted to marry her, and when things went his way, like in the scene pictured above, he was actually gentle and sweet (again, not talking about Anna’s boundaries here because in his mind they don’t exist). He wants affection, he wants tender touch, he wants a relationship built on spending quality time together and bonding.

And since he was thirteen he’s been stuck with Zach and Judith, trapped in a cult that only saw good in him because of “God’s hand blessing him” and not because he was a traumatized boy worthy of love and affection. And that’s what’s tragic and for me one of the most... haunting details about his character. How he could actually care for and love someone, but he was manipulated and gaslit into becoming a monster.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

I mean the main canon rejection would be for him to stay alive, only like, being delayed by Anna stabbing him or something. He goes back to the village, and happens to be there to see Anna leave Judith away. Anna is scared because she legit thought he was dead, but he just lets her go. He then has a very painful talk with Judith about what she and Zach made him go through (all that being said over Zach’s body), Judith like the good gaslighter she is, she denies everything and tries to get him to her side, and he probably kills her. Anna, who has been watching from the side all the time, comes back and offers to help bandage his wounds. As she does, she asks him what he’s gonna do now. He looks at her, hoping she’ll ask him to come with her. She doesn’t. So he simply shrugs, looks around the massacred, burned village, and says “I don’t know.” Anna leaves, and there you have it, an alternate ending!

Send me a character and I’ll share four headcanons!

[shardminds]

JJ & Preacher Peter (prompt pairing)

GOOD MORNING, ANON. Thanks for the prompt! 

Saviour. JJ Sneed/Preacher Peter. 135 words. 

JJ spits at his feet, blood-tinged saliva hitting the mottled earth, a warning. Deke’s lifeless form lays a few feet away, vicious gunshot wound torn straight through his chest. His lackeys are further, bleeding out on the riverbed, a breadcrumb trail of bodies. 

“All that for thirty damn dollars?” He huffs, breath coming in short pants as he juts out his chin at the stranger stood before him.

“No, not the money.” The stranger hums, wearing a smile that doesn’t match the hardness of his eyes. His face, shadowed by the sun behind him, is familiar in a way that has JJ’s stomach in knots. He recognises it from the still surface of the river, from polished silver mirrors, from posters bearing his name on town notice boards.  

“I’m Peter. I’m here to help.” 

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