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esta-elavaris · 2 days
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OKAY so I genuinely cannot start writing this in earnest without a hell of a lot of planning, buuuuut...I wrote part one in the meantime. Just to get a feel of the thing (🤡🤡🤡) so bone apple tea! Only posting it on here, I won't post it on AO3 until I'm fully ready to go.
Credit goes to @bumblingbriars for giving me the idea of "wait, what if James was the modern one and Theodora was the character in the movies?" -- thank you for this but also how dare you.
Dividers by cafekitsune.
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As It Was
None of the tales ever spoke of the fear. Why did they never speak of the fear?
It was a stupid question. Theodora knew why. Because it didn’t make for a very good story, did it? People wanted to hear of the bold heroes who defeated the monsters with little more than a smile and the strength of their own two arms. Who wanted to be regaled with stories of stupid women on suicide missions for philandering pirates? No, she wasn’t the hero of this story. She was a cautionary tale. That was all her death would amount to.
Clenching her teeth against furious tears, she doused Jack’s hands in the oil from the lamp, and then held firm to the shackles as he slid his hands free of them. They were the only two left aboard the Pearl…and it was looking like they’d be going down with it.
“You shouldn’t have stayed, darlin’,” he said.
There was a mournfulness to his dark eyes that she’d never seen before. Even now, here, at the end, he couldn’t pretend any more than she could that her death mightn’t be a waste. That it was anything more than an idiot dying for the sake of an unrequited crush.
“Too late now,” she ground out, following it up with a very forced, very strained laugh.
Because if she stopped clenching her jaw, she would definitely begin to sob. And that was the only thing here that could be more pathetic.
“Too late now,” Jack agreed, a bitter smile on his face.
Each second seemed to stretch into an eternity – was that natural, when death was certain and unavoidable? It was supposed to come with a sense of peace, was it not? Of calm? Her father had always said…god, her father. How would he even find out, back in Port Royal? He’d never forgive her for this. It was that thought that had her vision blurring.
Around them, deceptively soft splashes sounded here and there, out of place with how the water usually lapped at the sides of the ship, followed by stomach-churning slick noises…that of the kraken’s appendages. Theo took a deep, shuddering breath in. Too late now.
When she looked at Jack again, searching for words – although she knew not which ones, exactly – she found him forcing a smile. Then, instead of stepping back as she’d expected, he stepped forward. Her eyes closed on instinct as he kissed her, time slowed further still, and she felt…she felt nothing. No breathlessness, no swelling in her chest, no weakness in her knees. Nothing like Elizabeth ever described when it came to Will. Only the scratch of his moustache, the way the beads in his beard clacked against her chin, and the discomfort at the awkward angle of how she’d leaned in.
They parted, and when she opened her eyes, she found Jack watching her, that sadness back on his face again. No joking admonishments at her lack of any reaction, no over-the-top exaggerations at how his prowess had just gone clearly unappreciated. Nothing. Just sorrow. But it was quickly covered by yet another forced smile.
“Come on, darlin,” he drew his sword. “Best have a bit of flair about it, eh?”
Well. She could agree with that, at least. Theo drew her own sword, and took a deep breath in.
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There were many things that James actually enjoyed about living with his younger sister…although admitting that to her would be nothing short of a fatality. But Phoebe was a rather good flatmate. She picked up after herself, she didn’t throw parties, and she added life to a flat that would otherwise be rather dead during the times when he was actually in it.
One habit of hers, however, that he could do without was her burning desire to watch the same films over and over again, with scarcely an hour between repeats. It was cyclical, more often than not. Winter belonged to Middle-earth, spring to whatever was newly landed on her radar, and summer – which they were suffering through now – was Pirates of the Caribbean territory. One month in, and he was just about ready to set about his eyeballs with a spoon. Anything to make it stop.
At present, she sat on the sofa across the other side of the room while he pottered about the kitchen, watching enraptured as the redhead on screen turned with teary eyes, side-by-side with Jack Sparrow, to face the kraken that would soon devour them both, the music swelling dramatically as they lifted their swords.
“What I don’t understand is why she had to die,” he said unthinkingly.
And instantly regretted it when Phoebe turned with a grin.
“Ha! You’re getting into it now!”
“If you’re going to insist on watching the damn things ten times a week, I can’t be blamed for noticing bits of them,” he replied sourly, leaning on the countertop. “But they bring him back in the next film, don’t they? Why not her, too?”
“The movie-verse explanation is that she was at peace.”
“Dying for a man who could barely pat her on the head in thanks? Oh, yes, very peaceful. Positively euphoric.”
Curiosity sated, albeit not in a particularly satisfying manner, he straightened and resumed the arduous process of deciding whether he’d be having cereal or real food for dinner.
“Yes. Well,” Phoebe turned her face back to the television, distractedly watching as the kraken devoured the Black Pearl, “the boring explanation is that the actress had a nasty accident just before filming started for the next one, and her bones wouldn’t heal in time for all of the stunts and so on. They had to write her out.”
That made marginally more sense, at least.
“…Much to your disappointment, I suspect,” she added smugly.
“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow at her.
“I saw you googling her earlier.”
“I thought I recognised her from something else.”
The fact that his cheeks blazed almost immediately did little to help his argument, but he took some comfort in knowing she was one of the few who could wrench such a reaction from him. If any of his brothers-in-arms could see it, they’d never let him hear the end of it.
“If you say so,” came her smug response.
“And she…emotes rather impressively,” he added.
“Is that what they call it these days?”
James scoffed his disgust…and then he settled on cereal. That would get him out from his sister’s far too knowing gaze much more quickly. But he’d miss it, he knew, next time he deployed.
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cafeconcremora · 10 days
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I'm sorry I had to do it
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muppet-facts · 9 months
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Muppet Fact #807
Fat Blue is the only Muppet to be identified via an adjective and a noun in The Muppet Character Book of Jim Henson's Muppets from CTW's Sesame Street.
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Source:
The Muppet Character Book of Jim Henson's Muppets from CTW's Sesame Street. 1973.
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browsethestacks · 2 years
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The Original Spider-Woman
Valerie The Librarian (1975)
Art by Meech Doodle
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A Sesame Street rendition of a VeggieTales song, "Sneeze If You Need To". It's up to Doctor Ernie to help Bert with his sneezing problem, and he does so through many attempts in song.
Sesame Street (C) Sesame Workshop/PBS
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ryuniiis · 1 year
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I feel like they would've been such nice friends if they met under different circumstances 🥹
Here is my interpretation of their designs, I had lots of fun painting this and it's definitely one of my favorite fanarts I have done so far! I hate drawing full bodies but this one got me out of my comfort zone. Enjoy!
Also, happy new year! 🎉
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The temptation I had to fight to save this to my FNaF board an’ not my CTW board-
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keepitsimpleatkirbo · 5 months
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No context
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the-omega-artist · 7 months
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They’re the coolest kids at the lunch table
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chimaeras501st · 1 year
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These new TK troopers are a little short in my opinion.
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tiny-tinker-gacha101 · 11 months
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Millie's Funeral
Dylan: *talking about Millie’s funeral* You do know we’re burying a great person today!
Funtime Freddy, shocked: Did someone else die?
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cafeconcremora · 16 days
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Help me, the song doesn't leave my mind
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madster2005 · 1 year
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Commission for @witzelss ! Millie and Funtime Freddy from Count The Ways, but with a juggalo flare
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niche-artist · 20 days
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Pssst
Not a new chapter, Just a rewrite, I Feel better after rewriting this, it’s not TOO much a difference but adds more detail and better grammar using an online grammar fixer thingo. It also adds a tad bit more personality.
I’m tired I finished at 2 am aaaaa, will be rewriting the next chapter later and hopefully progressing with the story in mind
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nickdewolfarchive · 7 months
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boston, massachusetts december 1970
window display
Photograph by Nick DeWolf https://www.flickr.com/photos/dboo/42146472645
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ryuniiis · 1 year
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