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piraticalwit:

Now that was just bloody rude. “ Apologies, mate … I sometimes forget that small brains only think of small matters.” Tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he mulled the insult over, gaze roving over the other man’s face as the muscles along his neck and jaw tensed in frustrated anger. The last thing Hook needed was for the bloody buffoon standing in front of him to know he had struck a nerve. “ Better a landlocked pirate known for a weapon than a captain with a ship and an apparently … exhilarating… amount of facial hair.”

“Speaking of that rather questionable weapon of yours, word has it you’ve deprived the lasses of the pleasure of your company, such as it is. What say you, Jones?” One bushy brow arched in question even as he tried to stifle the grin that threatened to break free. “Letting another man captain your vessel? I’d like to say that I’m shocked, but that would be too great a lie for even a pirate such a meself to tell.”

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piraticalwit:

“ Tell me something, mate … have you ever considered buying yourself some bloody hygiene with that gold in your pocket?”

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“I’ll let you in on a little secret: when you have enough gold in your pockets, no one cares about hygiene.” Boisterous laughter erupted from the elder pirate’s mustachioed lips, mocking and rude as he eyed Hook with clear disdain. “Shame you’ll never find out what that’s like. Hard to be a successful pirate when you’re landlocked, isn’t it mate?”

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hisroyalcharmingness:

“Okay. This is just getting ridiculous. Don’t you have some other town you can pillage and all that?”

“If there’s one thing I am always assured of when you come sniffing around, it’s that a warm welcome is bound to follow.” Sarcasm fairly dripped from his tongue, mocking grin stretching his features as he sized up his all-too-familiar opponent. “I was led to believe that good manners were expected in members of the nobility, but thus far I haven’t seen so much as a curtsy from you, princess.”

[lsleofskye]

Last one before the storm

[realid]

[feyrearcherons]

Pirate captains or five year old children?? Impossible to tell

[lumadreamland]

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[oppositetortures]

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[seasons-in-hell]

Bring me your suffering The rattle roar of broken bones. Bring me the riot in your heart. Angry, wild and raw. Bring it all. I am not afraid of the dark.

Mia Hollow 

[wnq-anonymous]

You keep storing up all that anger and grief. Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.

Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

[captainsglory-blog]

The sea is calling me home But not on my ship, no.  The sea is calling me to its Never ending deep To the dark underneath To the safe-haven Of abyssal sleep.

The Place Where Sails Cannot Take Me // The Place I Belong 

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piraticalwit:

“I-I-I didn’t… It was a bloody accident.” Killian blinked furiously, shoulders hunching as a defense against the blows he was sure were still to come. He had just been trying to do as he was told, to stay out of their way …. and now he was cowering in the corner, wedged between a bookshelf and the wall and wishing he could somehow fit underneath it. The baseball sat under a chair in the room, a hidden accomplice to his crime. He had just been trying to relax outside, get some fresh air … had been so proud when the bat cracked, signifying a hit.  Now, blue eyes eyed the glass on the carpet, teeth chewing at his lip as the boy battled the tears that threatened to seep from his eyes. Come on Killian, don’t be stupid, don’t be stupid. You know how to not cry. Dad didn’t let you cry either, yeah? Come on, Come on … don’t cry.  “ I was playin’ baseball with me friends and I guess I was just too close to the house.  I didn’t –” He swallowed, fingers reaching up to trail gently over stinging skin as he shook his head on a broken sob. “ I’m sorry, sir..”

The brat’s whimpering and cowering didn’t mute Edward’s rage in the slightest; all that it accomplished was to spur a surge of disgust in the older man. Fucking Irish Coward. The little whelp needed to learn how to take a blow like a man. Edward’s lip curled in disdain as he stared at the huddled form of the boy, wondering what in the name of Christ he’d done so very wrong in his life to get saddled with a useless cow of a wife and now this fucking cur.

“Get up. Clean up this fucking mess.” His voice was gravelly and sharp, a barked command that hit just as hard as any fist. “You’ll be working off the cost of that window, boy.”

At the thought of the money he was going to have to shell out for the repair, Edward’s anger began to blossom anew, a low growl rumbling up from the depths of his chest as he cuffed Killian alongside his head. It wasn’t as hard as he would have liked to strike the boy, but the older man’s temper was appeased at the thought of making the Irish brat do his dirty work for him.

“And don’t cut yourself on that glass, yeah? I don’t want your Irish blood staining my fucking carpet.”