#pippin killjoys

[a-lesbianshadowinthenight]

when i finish my pip and zeph edit i’m gonna do a whole bunch of gifs of their best moments because i love them

[just-here-for-the-whump]

Killjoys 5x10 Last Dance

[annemarieyeretzian]

dutch asking pippin “ever heard of a kidnapping?” and pippin answering “…yeah…” and d’avin saying “congratulations, you’re having one!” 😂

[auxiliarydetective]

Lies and Guesses

When undertaking a long journey, you have to keep yourself busy somehow, and Merry and Pippin have taken to riddling Lindewen with questions about her half elven, half hobbit nature.

AO3 - All snippets in order here

Author's Notes: This snippets starts in the middle of a conversation between Lindewen, Merry and Pippin about the latter two's sword training - don't let yourself be confused <3 I may have also made several maths mistakes while writing this but oh well. It works for the bit lol

The whole topic of this chapter was inspired by/borrowed from this post by the users @astriiformes and @elidyce about the Fellowship's ages that I love a whole lot. Inspiration was also taken from this post by @catsvrsdogscatswin that I'll probably be borrowing some other ideas from too because it's a literal gold mine. The saying of someone or something being fairy-kissed is adapted from this post of lovely sayings by @halfelven. If anyone is upset at me tagging them, feel free to let me know and I won't tag you again if I use your post as inspo again. If you don't want me getting inspired by your post at all, you can tell me that too. As for my own sayings I invented for this fic: "cornerstone" - a killjoy, someone's who's boring; inspired by hobbits hitting their toes on pointy cornerstones and having all the fun taken out of their day because of this and also by cornerstones not being in any other way noteworthy otherwise "time to pay the tab" - time to come clear, time to be honest, time to stop pushing things aside or avoiding things; inspired by clearing a tab at a bar/pub/inn "from the rooster crow" - from the get-go, right off the bat, from the start; inspired by roosters probably being the main alarm clock system of the Shire, starting the day

“Well, if you’ve been training with such capable fighters I suppose you’re both brave warriors then,” Lindewen remarked with a smirk.

“Yeah, but I don’t think we’ll be walking up trees like you or Legolas anytime soon,” Merry quipped. “Can you walk up trees?”

“Not walk, no, not me at least. – Legolas, have you ever walked up a tree?”

“I can’t say I have,” Legolas declared. “I have vaulted along one now and again.”

“See?” Merry said. “Close enough.”

“Ah, but you’re selling yourselves short,” Lindewen declared. “Yes, yes, elven constitution and agility are a great benefit in such artistic feats, but a lot of it comes down to practice. I think it’s safe to say that, if Legolas and I were pitted against each other in a cross-country race, I would lose by a longshot. But if instead we competed on who could do the most pirouettes while also playing the fiddle, I doubt our sharp-shooting friend could even do one.”

Boromir barked out a laugh, grinning at a red-eared Legolas. “Now that is a competition I’d like to see.”

“Is it weird at all, being half elf and half hobbit?” Pippin asked. “I mean, so far it looks like you’re gettin’ the best of both worlds, but you’ve got to be either too short or too tall for a lot of things, right?”

“Oh, trust me, height really isn’t that much of an issue. I can duck or stand on my toes. It’s the cultural differences that matter – right, Aragorn?” Lindewen called over her shoulder.

“Oh yes,” Aragorn confirmed. “It’s oddly lonely, especially as a child. Knowing you’re different but unable to put a finger on it until you get old enough to be told or to realise. And even then you cannot change it.”

“My mother had very high expectations of me,” Lindewen recalled. “She was a very strict woman, graceful in the way a sword might be. My father had no expectations at all, he was a very laid-back man. An adventurer too. You wouldn’t have caught him dead in a place like the Shire, he was too much of a wanderer to ever truly settle down.” She paused to pluck a few elderberries off a bush and throw them to Cloudfur – who immediately jumped up and caught them with his snout. “Either way, I’m past the point of complaining about the folks I was born of. Hobbit and elven genes really don’t mix as poorly as you’d think. Height is one thing, yes, but I’m also very light-footed and I dare say I have the best hearing out of anyone here, including Maple, Cloudfur and Snowpaws. In the end, what use would there be in denying the things that make me who I am? I am a child of both worlds, and that includes the good and the bad.”

“What bad things would there be?” Legolas asked. “In my eyes, you seem both adaptable and free-spirited enough not to care about any difficulties.”

“Ah, but the bad things aren’t always visible, and some of them don’t apply anymore,” Lindewen chuckled.

“What’s one of the issues then?” Merry insisted.

“Alcohol.”

“No!”

“Oh yes.”

“You can’t go drinking?”

“I can, but it’s always a coin toss on which half of me takes over. I’ll either pass out after five glasses or fifty – which also depends on the beverage, of course.”

“That’s a bummer,” Pippin muttered.

“There’s always the question of growth too,” Lindewen continued. “I’m fine now because I’ve long since stopped growing, but if one half of your bloodline dictates you’re fully grown at one age and the other says it’s nearly twice that, it causes some problems. I looked a lot more like a hobbit child when I was young, the elven traits only really came into their own once I should have been done growing by hobbit standards.”

“So how old are you anyway?”

Lindewen stopped dead in her tracks and gave Pippin a stare of amused annoyance.

“You can’t just ask a lady that,” Aragorn scolded, though he couldn’t stop a tiny smirk from reaching his lips.

“I’m just saying,” Pippin defended himself, “you told that story of the Lonely Mountain and it sounds like Gimli wasn’t even alive back then.”

“I was,” Gimli corrected. “Just a bit young.”

“You’re a lost cause, Pippin,” Frodo chuckled. “No wonder Poppy turned you down when you asked her to dance at my birthday.”

“How old is anyone, really?” Merry prodded. “I mean, we’re all adults except for Pippin, aren’t we?”

“Pippin, you’re a child?!” Boromir blurted out, his eyes blown wide.

“Not a child,” Pippin said indignantly. “Just not officially an adult.”

“That’s why we call him Pippin,” Sam explained. “He needs at least another ten to fifteen years until he can make Peregrin work.”

Boromir furrowed his brows and Legolas’s lips crinkled upwards as he could practically see the Son of Gondor’s entire worldview being reordered behind his eyes.

“The reason why I got the name Linda Seasong is practically the same,” Lindewen explained. “It’s hard to get anyone to call you something like Lindewen if you’re no more than three apples tall.”

“So we know who’s youngest,” Merry said, “but who’s oldest if—”

“Gandalf,” Legolas and Lindewen cut in simultaneously.

“There’s no competition,” Aragorn chuckled.

“Really?”Frodo gasped.

He glanced over at Gandalf, who was one more comment away from laughing. Boromir, on the other hand, was still trying to come to terms with this new information. Pippin was a child and needed at least ten to fifteen more years to make his adult name work? Ten to fifteen?! Lindewen offered Boromir a drink of water – a drink that he gladly took, though her foreboding smirk worried him.

“Wait. Now I’m curious as well,” Frodo enthused. “Gandalf, you’re not an elf, are you?”

Gandalf laughed and shook his head. “No, dear boy.”

“Then how does your age work if two elves can attest to you being the oldest?”

“Not at all.”

“Not at all?!” Gimli echoed.

“Wicked,” Merry gasped.

Poor Sam was simply confused.

“So,” Merry started. “Sam is 37, Frodo is 49, Pippin is 28—” Boromir almost choked on his water — “and I’m 35. Gandalf’s age is clearly fairy-kissed, but how old is everyone else? Gimli, how old are you?”

“139 years,” Gimli stated proudly.

Merry let out a low whistle, catching him a side-eyed stare from the dwarf.

“That’s more than a hobbit’s lifetime!” Pippin gasped.

“It’s not even middle age!” Gimli barked.

Boromir had entered the first stages of grief, whereas Lindewen just snickered.

“And you, Legolas, how old are you?”

“Old enough,” Legolas muttered.

“Alright then,” Frodo chuckled. “Keep your secrets.”

“Old enough,” Merry mocked the elf-prince. “You’re such a cornerstone.”

Legolas’s ear twitched slightly and one of his brows inched upwards.

“A killjoy, a boring person,” Gandalf translated.

“He’s probably five thousand years old or something,” Pippin muttered.

“Aragorn, how old are you?” Merry asked as he continued down the line.

Aragorn, meanwhile, exchanged a worried glance with Lindewen, then they both looked at Boromir. Boromir in turn saw his life flash before his eyes.

“Now don’t say old enough.”

Aragorn cleared his throat. “87.”

“What?” Boromir hissed.

“87.”

“Eighty-seven?!” Boromir’s voice cracked.

“Why, how old are you?” Merry immediately asked.

Lindewen placed a calming hand on Boromir’s shoulder. “It’s the Númenórean blood of the royal line,” she explained. “Nothing for you to worry about.” She gave him a little wink.

“Come on, are you gonna be a cornerstone too or what?” Pippin insisted.

“I’m 42,” Boromir lied.

He was preparing himself for the onslaught of accusations that was to follow, but, miraculously, this seemed to have been the correct answer. After all, the hobbits were seemingly happy with it, Legolas and Gimli had no point of comparison, Aragorn and Lindewen just shared knowingly amused glances and Gandalf nodded proudly. In fact, the answer had even been good enough to have Merry and Pippin go back to pestering the elves now.

“Okay, Mister Old Enough,” Pippin scoffed. “Time to pay the tab. How old exactly are you?”

Legolas refused to meet the young one’s eyes. “Far older than you,” he stated.

Immediately, Merry and Pippin fell into indignant chatter.

“Why don’t you guess?” Lindewen cut in. “If you can guess both of our ages correctly before we reach Moria, you’ll get a prize.”

Just like that, the hobbits’ ears perked up and their eyes sparkled.

“What kind of prize?” Merry asked.

“A prize of your choice. Anything you like. But you have to guess both of our ages exactly to the year – and no cheating by asking Gandalf. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Pippin grinned and Merry nodded eagerly.

“Legolas, what do you say to these terms?”

The two elves locked eyes and it was as if a separate world was created between them, as if a thousand words were said but none of them spoken.

“Let all of them guess,” Legolas finally declared. “This little game will widen their horizons.”

“Oooh,” Merry called, “he’s confident now! What little scheme have you cooked up, huh?”

“None, except that we don’t know each other’s exact age either,” Lindewen smirked. “So pestering us for hints will be utterly useless. I will however give you two hints from the rooster crow, so listen well: I am older than Legolas and I am less than five thousand years old.”

And so began a flurry of guessing. Merry and Pippin were relentless, picking out the most unusual of numbers but always getting the same answer: “You’re wrong. Try again.” Frodo and Sam were less active in spitting out numbers but rather tried to reason with the information they had been given, and Boromir found great joy in helping them. Gimli wavered between eagerly trying to win the elusive prize and claiming that this was all unwinnable. Eventually, the guessing group came to the realization that Aragorn knew Sindarin. Thus, Aragorn had to know at least a handful of elves and their ages, right? Surely this meant he could give some valuable insight, especially since he himself had not made a single guess. This had to mean he was hiding something, right? But the guessers’ hopes were let down as Aragorn explained to them that he was no help as elves did not visibly age after they were fully grown, so he had no way of determining their elven friends’ ages either.

When the Fellowship had left all bushes and trees behind and had to exert themselves on their climb up Caradhras, Aragorn joined Lindewen at the head of the group. In elven tongue, he asked:

“Do you know your own age, my friend?”

And Lindewen replied:

“No, I confess I do not. But I am fairly confident in my calculation of it.”

At the back of the group, Legolas’s lips curled.

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[devihollow]

will you make a bot for gabe laviolet from radio rebel shinky from young drunk punk wookiee from bunks graydon from the colony garth from second jen jake copper from transplant pippin foster from killjoys and JB Cox from the hardy boys

My apologies, im finding it quite hard to understand what you are requesting. If you could add some commas into your request, then I’d probably be able to understand your request better 😅

[pdfgore]

please can you make bots for Benny Weir from my babysitter's a vampire Gabe Laviolet from radio rebel Shinky from young drunk punk Wookiee from bunks Jake Cooper from transplant Pippin Foster from killjoys and JB Cox from the hardy boys

only one request per ask, please. please also add a scenario, if you had one in mind.

[june-julie]

when did you start becoming a fan of atticus mitchell and how long have you been one and when did you decide to write fanfiction for him? also i agree with you cause i'm in the same boat as you i'm a big fan of him as well too it all started when i first saw him in mbav and his character Benny instantly became my favorite and one of my crushes as well and from there i've been a fan/supporter of him ever since because he was the one i gravitated towards the most cause i thought he was so funny charismatic and charming and so that's why i love reading your story's about him cause i just love his acting and music so much as a result he's one of my favorite actors/musicians out there so i'm really happy and thrilled that your gonna write more Benny story's in the future

Ahh literally love you for this!!! His Spotify album the pantomime or his song canon has to be the no.1 thing that calms my anxiety it’s legit like Asmr to me at night 🫶🏻

I think I was always a fan of my babysitters a vampire in general because I have this one distinctive memory as a kid of the cyber dentist so I grew up watching my babysitters a vampire! When I got older I rewatched it again and recognised him again in radio Rebel and I think that’s what made me become such a big fan. in my opinion;

Atticus mitchell is such an underrated actor and he has the potential of doing such good roles and he has the charm to get himself there too might I add.

Even now I watch his films with my dad, my dads personal favourite is the colony meanwhile I really liked him as pippin in killjoys

And I totally have to agree with you on his personality I legit swooned upon watching him and bam I was hooked!!

If yo you’d like I can add you to my taglist in the future fics too<33

[orleans-jester]

cryptid-killjoy​:

After a lovely evening with his husband, lovely. Lovely. Flotsam’s mind started to realize a part of them was always Valerie and just like parts of Flo remained in Val, Val’s manner of speech/thinking was still in Flo. He did. He had a god damn lovely evening with his husband before packing for Ireland. Now he remembered why he missed having a dick though. How lucky was he to experience his handsome husband every way possible?

He woke in a good mood. Even going back to bottle mode didn’t feel as intense as it did the first time now that he’d gotten to switch back and forth. There was a safe feeling in knowing all he had to do was take off the necklace if Valerie really needed to. All Flo’s little secret fears and true wishes were out of the bag so to say and Thomas and his wolf helped put Flo at ease there too. Halloweening was on the list of to dos. So Flo wasn’t freaking out. Everything was going to be okay no matter where in the world they were. He still wanted to get away after all he’d learned of himself in the middle of what else had been stressing him. So he was back to escapism mode with the vacation wanting to get away, but really, it wasn’t so heavy anymore. Thomas was still being the fix it guy for him and all it took was a conversation he never wanted to have.

The first thing Flotsam did was start to write a list of things he wanted to do before leaving Ireland. Order mattered not. He found the basics, as far as basics go for him. He isn’t the sort to want to tour every damn castle in Ireland or anywhere else in Europe. But, Blarney Castle he’d go for.

“Babe. So fair warning. I’m taking the kids to carry out their first felony. We will accomplish a family heist at the Blarney Castle and steal plants from the Poison Garden. Goals. I have them.”

Go to Blarney Castle

Kiss the Blarney stone

Steal plants from the Poison Garden

The Northern Lights

See The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Grand Opera House in Belfast ((because it has to be fate that’s playing while they’re there))

The National Leprechaun Museum

Titanic Museum

Goals indeed. “Northern lights. Pretty sure there’s somewhere in Ireland you can see them. I so wished you were there when I got to go to Alaska. I wished it the whole time we were staring at the sky. Not that I told anyone this back then because I was still in young crush me who refuses to tell anyone I like you in that wayish. But, we can see them in Ireland too. Even better. Your green world. Meant to be. Has to happen.”

He was googling things on their way there, in parking lots, in lines, sitting around waiting for flights, all those boring moments he took his moment to play tourist. He spoke as they were on their way to the rental.

“Rocky Horror is playing at the Grand Opera House. Feels like an authentic Irish experience to me.” He laughed having a hard time picturing Rocky Horror being done with Irish accents and couldn’t help not smiling. “Leprechaun museum for cheesy pictures with the kids and Titanic Museum for morbid pictures of us having fun taking end of ship movie photos at what’s essentially a memorial of dead people’s things drudged up from bottom of the ocean, Captain. Gotta love capitalism.” He said with his own cheesy grin.

He grinned over at him when he called him Captain remembering their date on the boat. He really liked that. “We should buy a boat. Also this is the last trip without Pippin. I’m getting her a damn plane for real. The one I would have ended up getting Chip. I halted on that because of his zombie-thing worried that maybe he shouldn’t be flying around after all wings or not. But, Pip’s still clear headed. If anything they can fly together and she can take over if he zombies out.”

They were building an air strip out in Nola. It’s all Feral now. They were probably never going back any how. Time to consider where to keep a private plane elsewhere.

When they finally pulled into the rental and Flotsam got to see where his escape was going to be he smiled. It felt like something Thomas would pick.

“Look at you giving us the real deal experience, Cap. This is so great. Perfect for all of us.” He kept picturing him with the sea behind him. Something kept making his mind go back to that date. He remembered how Thomas looked with the blue waves of adventure behind him. But, he really did like the privacy there. With the triplets he liked their own space. He’d accept the maid service for the time being. Flo’s one of those people who would rather do something himself than have people near him sometimes. So, it would be no wonder if he ever called them off or put a do not disturb on the property as a whole because fuck people. No maid outfit required for Thomas. It would probably weird Flo out if he did.

“Oh, you know what else I want to do at some point? Go to the rebel poet’s pub. James Clarence Mangan. I don’t know the name of it. But, I know it’s in Ireland. I’ll find it if I look it up. But, I heard he haunts a pub in Ireland. I’m going to find out if it’s true.” Leave it to Flotsam to want to go get autographs of dead celebrities, not live ones. “Maybe Leap Castle, but only because I know it’s like one of the hauntedier ones and I would love to see the murder hole, but really. I don’t need to see every castle in Ireland, ya feel me?”

Then right as he said ya feel me as he walking through the quaint style cottage of neutral colors he spotted the prize winner of the property. The ocean.

“Oh!”

It was ocean front property. Flotsam started to glow. He didn’t need River’s inner physical glow to see this beaming straight from the inside out. He stopped yick yacking and his whole face lit up.

“Oh my fucking a-hole. Look at that. Look what you did. We are sitting next to the ocean. Like… on purpose. We can just walk outside and it’s… it’s right there.” He pointed out at it over top of the stroller he’d been pushing. “Right there.” He jumped enough to where both feet came off the floor and knees rose waist high. His feet in those heavy kicks stamped back down. “Right there, Thomas. It’s right there. Real ocean.”

They didn’t have to get into a car and drive there first, get the car and go home after, consider the light of day, or night, length of travel back for drying off, cleaning up, anything that beach brings on. It wasn’t a lake shore. It wasn’t a river’s shore like on the old Mississippi. It wasn’t a swamp. It was a real life ocean shore.

“Right. There.” He kept pointing.

A most lovely evening indeed, Thomas would agree, getting to enjoy the pleasures of his husband’s flesh in ways that he hadn’t gotten to in quite some time. Sorry dildo, you were wonderful, but absolutely nothing compared to the real thing. And hearing Flotsam’s huskier voice in his ear while getting absolutely pounded? Over the edge, over the cliff, over the rainbow, over the moon, over everything.

There was a bit of a frenzy the next day to pack everything that they would need. It wasn’t just about the two of them anymore. They could just stop and buy new shit themselves but the babies? Oh, they were dependant upon certain things, their senses higher. They knew which blankets were their blankets by the smells. Which toys were theirs by the smells. And heaven forbid they forget something important at home, they’d never hear the end of the wails. So it was a bit of a ‘Benny Hill music playing in the background’ kind of packing scenerio but they made it work.

But he had it all figured out and it was a miracle. A short notice cottage, right on the ocean, just steps away from the beach. A private section too, without all the hub-bub of tourists. Not that the beaches of Ireland were renowned or anything like that. Ireland, no matter how gorgeous, didn’t have the climate of Miami or California with sun, sun, sun. It actually fit the couple a lot better. They were able to get away from humidity and go to where it was their speed. Cloudy. Do you know why the Emerald Isles are so Green? Because it rains all the fecking time.

“I’m going to go ahead and call dibs on Stark dressing up as Riff Raff, because that would just be too adorable,” He grinned, fully knowing that of course they were going to dress up. They were the Laveaus. They didn’t go to any sort of play half-assed, especially one like this which promoted audience participation. “This all sounds like fun, love. God bless the ship that took down a submarine a hundred years later.”

It also did make him think of the boat trip. Being face to face with Savvy for that first time - that and making little flirty jokes, not having any inkling of what was going to happen. It had already been sneaking up on him. Breathing against his ear at that point. A part of his heart knew what his brain didn’tt, made his mouth start to say things. “I’m always down for a boat,” He admitted, having a grand time on them. Facing his fear after nearly drowning had been one of the best things that he had ever done, and now he loved the water. Adored it. He could see a lot more boat days in their future. “Very smart, I was thinking about that too. A hanger won’t be too difficult to put together.”

No flirty air hostesses on the plane, thank goodness. That drama was the last thing that was needed this time around. Thomas managed to drift off for some decent sleep for the flight, having been busy fuckin and packing and fucking and packing. It was a wonder he could sit down at all. He had to bring the pillow Scout gave him to sit on, sheepishly. His little secret with Flo.

If Cap was a nickname that caught on, he wouldn’t mind that at all. He’d probably look damn good in one of those caps. He’d grow out a well-trimmed beard, make it white, look like a younger Edward Smith himself.  But he had to admit, yes, the cottage was perfect. Expensive, especially with these last-minute rates, but absolutely perfect for them. Reject modernity, reject the usual tourist experience. This was the island he was born on, the United Kingdom, and it brought back a sense of nostalgia, despite it not being the same part.

“Nah, we don’t need to see all of them. Just the special ones,” He nodded. Oh, his Flotsam, doing his research on what the haunted castles were. He had expected nothing less, and yet it still was weirdly ... adorable. The more macabre side. The dark side. Life wasn’t all roses, but sometimes, with Flotsam, it could be some pretty black ones. He carried in the bags from the car, putting them just inside of the cottage to put away a little later. They just arrived. It was time for exploring, maybe a diaper or change or three, and stretch the legs out after such a journey.

Aye - there was the surprise. He tried to keep it from Flotsam. Tried to read over that part in the description of the property as quickly as possible, keep it his little secret. It seems like it worked out, in the most amazing way possible. That expression right there. That’s why he did this stuff. He’d spend every last dollar that he had to make Flotsam glow like that. He didn’t need to be a firefly in order to make it happen. It was the life and the light in his eyes. A much needed thing after all of the stress that they had gone through recently. He lingered on watching it, hoping that Scout could see it right then too. See that things were going to be alright, at least for a little while.

He was laughing, grinning. He left the stroller behind for a moment, only for a moment, to go and grab Flotsam’s waist and pull him into the water, carrying him in if he had to, his shoes getting wet but that was nothing that couldn’t be fixed by putting them next to the fire inside. He had extra just in case, planning ahead in case of an emergency. He laughed as the cool water played at their ankles, waves coming in, enjoying the moment and the salty breeze that came from it all. “I tried me best to keep it a surprise, it was very hard not to look at the pictures,” He admitted to Flotsam, grinning biting down on his lower lip. “I did good?”

After a lovely evening with his husband, lovely. Lovely. Flotsam's mind started to realize a part of them was always Valerie and just like parts of Flo remained in Val, Val's manner of speech/thinking was still in Flo. He did. He had a god damn lovely evening with his husband before packing for Ireland. Now he remembered why he missed having a dick though. How lucky was he to experience his handsome husband every way possible?

He woke in a good mood. Even going back to bottle mode didn't feel as intense as it did the first time now that he'd gotten to switch back and forth. There was a safe feeling in knowing all he had to do was take off the necklace if Valerie really needed to. All Flo's little secret fears and true wishes were out of the bag so to say and Thomas and his wolf helped put Flo at ease there too. Halloweening was on the list of to dos. So Flo wasn't freaking out. Everything was going to be okay no matter where in the world they were. He still wanted to get away after all he'd learned of himself in the middle of what else had been stressing him. So he was back to escapism mode with the vacation wanting to get away, but really, it wasn't so heavy anymore. Thomas was still being the fix it guy for him and all it took was a conversation he never wanted to have.

The first thing Flotsam did was start to write a list of things he wanted to do before leaving Ireland. Order mattered not. He found the basics, as far as basics go for him. He isn't the sort to want to tour every damn castle in Ireland or anywhere else in Europe. But, Blarney Castle he'd go for.

"Babe. So fair warning. I'm taking the kids to carry out their first felony. We will accomplish a family heist at the Blarney Castle and steal plants from the Poison Garden. Goals. I have them."

Go to Blarney Castle

Kiss the Blarney stone

Steal plants from the Poison Garden

The Northern Lights

See The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Grand Opera House in Belfast ((because it has to be fate that's playing while they're there))

The National Leprechaun Museum

Titanic Museum

Goals indeed. "Northern lights. Pretty sure there's somewhere in Ireland you can see them. I so wished you were there when I got to go to Alaska. I wished it the whole time we were staring at the sky. Not that I told anyone this back then because I was still in young crush me who refuses to tell anyone I like you in that wayish. But, we can see them in Ireland too. Even better. Your green world. Meant to be. Has to happen."

He was googling things on their way there, in parking lots, in lines, sitting around waiting for flights, all those boring moments he took his moment to play tourist. He spoke as they were on their way to the rental.

"Rocky Horror is playing at the Grand Opera House. Feels like an authentic Irish experience to me." He laughed having a hard time picturing Rocky Horror being done with Irish accents and couldn't help not smiling. "Leprechaun museum for cheesy pictures with the kids and Titanic Museum for morbid pictures of us having fun taking end of ship movie photos at what's essentially a memorial of dead people's things drudged up from bottom of the ocean, Captain. Gotta love capitalism." He said with his own cheesy grin.

He grinned over at him when he called him Captain remembering their date on the boat. He really liked that. "We should buy a boat. Also this is the last trip without Pippin. I'm getting her a damn plane for real. The one I would have ended up getting Chip. I halted on that because of his zombie-thing worried that maybe he shouldn't be flying around after all wings or not. But, Pip's still clear headed. If anything they can fly together and she can take over if he zombies out."

They were building an air strip out in Nola. It's all Feral now. They were probably never going back any how. Time to consider where to keep a private plane elsewhere.

When they finally pulled into the rental and Flotsam got to see where his escape was going to be he smiled. It felt like something Thomas would pick.

"Look at you giving us the real deal experience, Cap. This is so great. Perfect for all of us." He kept picturing him with the sea behind him. Something kept making his mind go back to that date. He remembered how Thomas looked with the blue waves of adventure behind him. But, he really did like the privacy there. With the triplets he liked their own space. He'd accept the maid service for the time being. Flo's one of those people who would rather do something himself than have people near him sometimes. So, it would be no wonder if he ever called them off or put a do not disturb on the property as a whole because fuck people. No maid outfit required for Thomas. It would probably weird Flo out if he did.

"Oh, you know what else I want to do at some point? Go to the rebel poet's pub. James Clarence Mangan. I don't know the name of it. But, I know it's in Ireland. I'll find it if I look it up. But, I heard he haunts a pub in Ireland. I'm going to find out if it's true." Leave it to Flotsam to want to go get autographs of dead celebrities, not live ones. "Maybe Leap Castle, but only because I know it's like one of the hauntedier ones and I would love to see the murder hole, but really. I don't need to see every castle in Ireland, ya feel me?"

Then right as he said ya feel me as he walking through the quaint style cottage of neutral colors he spotted the prize winner of the property. The ocean.

"Oh!"

It was ocean front property. Flotsam started to glow. He didn't need River's inner physical glow to see this beaming straight from the inside out. He stopped yick yacking and his whole face lit up.

"Oh my fucking a-hole. Look at that. Look what you did. We are sitting next to the ocean. Like... on purpose. We can just walk outside and it's... it's right there." He pointed out at it over top of the stroller he'd been pushing. "Right there." He jumped enough to where both feet came off the floor and knees rose waist high. His feet in those heavy kicks stamped back down. "Right there, Thomas. It's right there. Real ocean."

They didn't have to get into a car and drive there first, get the car and go home after, consider the light of day, or night, length of travel back for drying off, cleaning up, anything that beach brings on. It wasn't a lake shore. It wasn't a river's shore like on the old Mississippi. It wasn't a swamp. It was a real life ocean shore.

"Right. There." He kept pointing.

[plutoriin]

do you have headcanons about pippin and gabe?

GABE HC's: - taught himself guitar n bass, but had to look up singing tutorials on youtube - has only 3 fingernails painted at all times - is a middle child, gets zero attention at home - is the extrovert to gavin's introvert - wished he thought of something as cool as radio rebel

PIPPIN HC's: - the only son and youngest child of eight children - got into black market trading accidentally - didn't know he was so good at lying until he met dealers - thinks expensive skirts show his worth in joy - thinks he knows biomechanics from listening to zeph

[a-lesbianshadowinthenight]

working on a zeph x pipedit that’s so gut wrenchingly devastating already but i’m still fucking around with it because i’m like how can i make it MORE devastating

[booasaur]

Killjoys - 5x10

[annemarieyeretzian]

zeph shouting “pip!” and then re-remembering he’s dead and whispering “pippin…” and shouting “I don’t want to miss him all over again!” and dutch saying “I know, I’m sorry, zeph, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, it’s all my fault, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” and crying

[multifandomfanficss2]

Okay I haven’t really used this account in years, but in the midst of quarantine and being stuck at home instead of busy at college, I have been binging stuff and fangirling so hard.

I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING

Killjoys is such a GOOD SHOW OH MY GOD

Pip and Zeph are deffinetly my new OTP and probably my greatest one of all time

WHO THE FUCK LET THIS SCENE HAPPEN

I have never cried harder in my life

[liaratisoni]

Watching season 3 of The Expanse is just me exclaiming loudly every time another actor from Killjoys shows up sdfgkjhgf

[multifandomfanficss]

Killjoys Pippin x Zeph

Home

Prompt: This takes place after The Last Dance. Zeph has a nightmare and Pippin comes to comfort her. Zeph finally tells Pip what she’s been wanting to say since the day she lost him.

A/N: There is seriously not enough Pippin fanfiction

“Meet me the middle” I hear the Pip say as I try to control my sobs. Then my ears start to ring as I hear a big explosion on the other side of the coms. It’s like my lungs are being crushed. The air is barley breathable. I collapse to my knees. I barley feel Johnny’s arms wrapped around me. I feel like I’m dying.

“PIPPIN!” I scream tossing and turning in my sheets. I jolt awake to a pair of arms shaking my sweaty, trembling body. “Pippin?!” I gasp as tears start to form in my eyes. I can’t help, but break out into a sob. He pulls me into his arms and rubs my back. “Shhh it’s okay Zeph. It was just a nightmare. It’s all over now. I’m back” He said calming me down. “I’m back” he repeated as he held me tighter.

A few minutes pass as I lay quietly against Pip’s chest listening to his heartbeat, syncing our breathing. He lays a kiss to my forehead. “Pip?” I get his attention. “Yes, Zephyr, genius girl of Leith?” He asks. He cracks a smile and I can’t help, but let out a small giggle. “How can this even be happening? You died. Pip, I can’t lose you again” I tell him. “I told you to stop worrying about it!” He reminds me. “I know, I know, don’t look a gift Pippin in the mouth,” I start, “But I lost you” I add. “If for some reason this is some kind of trick...I can’t go through that again” I finish. Pip moves his hand to my chin and pushes my head up for our eyes to meet. “Zeph, we talked about this. I know it’s hard, but I’m really back. Just put down the science for now and pick up some hope. I know I certainly don’t want to think about how I got out of inescapable death” He reminds me. Pip looks down to my lips and then kisses me softly. It’s short, but sweet, not filled with sexual tension like our usual. I know why. We both do. Whatever we have is so much more than just sex. I think I’ve known that for a long time, even before he died. I’ve just been scared to admit it. I’ve just been scared to be vulnerable. I have to say it here and now. I have to say it because everything is perfect. I’ve got him and I’m never letting go. “Pippin...I’m in love with you” I say quietly. “Losing you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through and I can’t go through it again” I add. Pip smiles. “Zephyr of Leith, you are stubborn, loud, sometimes a little crazy, and you always have to be the smartest person in the room...well universe-“ I smile and shrug it off. He’s not wrong. “And I have been in love with you since the day I met you” He adds. He places a kiss on my forehead as I snuggle deeper into him. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to tell you that” He says. I smile. “If it really means that much to you, if it’ll make you feel better, we can do some more tests tomorrow” He offers. I nod as I yawn. I start to drift back to sleep feeling safe. For a girl who ran away from home at 15, I’ve been searching for my real home my whole life. In this bed, on this spaceship, in Pippin’s arms I know I’ve found it. Who would have thought that a genius farm girl from Leith would fall for a spoiled loud mouth from Qresh? Hells if that ain’t magic.

[capinejghafa]

@klutzygirl requested zeph & pip + any scene [5/6]

or the scene ft-ing the jaqobis brothers