#*possibly

[carbonateddelusion]

can i be her doll too. i mean who said that

"Aww, I'd be flattered to have a cutie like you as one!"

[preciouslittletoonette]

Too Much Like Him

An unfinished piece that I'm not 100% sure I'm gonna finish. This is what I was talking about when I mentioned a while back about an angsty Hook siblings piece. This is from Harriet's story for the most part. I still liked what I wrote down so here's what I had for it.

Maybe some day I'll come back to this.

The entirety of Harriet's childhood could be watered down to one singular name.

Peter Pan

That name sprung a lot of very mixed feelings if you had to ask Harriet her true opinion of her father's 'arch nemesis' as he supposedly would reason he was. Somedays, the name sparked an unbearable, seething hatred that had her throw one bottle to the wall to vent out her frustration on something.

Other days, it made her feel... small. Confused. Perhaps a little warm.

Truly, she had extremely messy feelings regarding Pan.

And she completely blamed her parents for that.

Xxx

The first time she had ever heard of Peter Pan was ironically, not from either of her parents. Rather, it was something she learnt when hearing other Islanders talk about her father.

That night when she brought up the name, her father's glass shattered in his hand from the rage he felt just having the name uttered in his presence. It wasn't the first time her father had flown off the handle with his temper, but it was the first time her mother had actually gotten him to shut up.

Speaking of her mother.

Her mother was an interesting case indeed. Harriet never learnt her story to it's completion. Her father never told her, and no one else truly knew. All Harriet knew was that her mother was an accomplice of Hook once, regretted it but still punished for it.

(In that case, why isn't Tinkerbell on the Isle then, Harriet thought bitterly)

Compared to her father, her mother's reaction to Pan was much more... softer... fonder... sadder.

She didn't like how sad her mother looked when she thought of Peter Pan.

And since that faithful question, an unspoken rule was cast on not only the Hook household, but on the families of everyone remotely connected to the Jolly Roger and Neverland itself.

No one talk about Peter Pan.

XXX

Despite the rule being in place, it didn't stop the off-handed mentions of Peter, or as Harriet will learn his other names 'Pan' 'The Brat' 'King of the Fairies' (though Mother told her this was inaccurate. The fairies had no king and Pan would be their last choice) 'The Guardian' or as her father simply calls him 'The Boy'.

Her father was the biggest culprit of all these mentions.

And in all instances, it mainly had to do with what habits Harriet had that would simply remind Hook of 'The Boy'. And it was this way Harriet learned small little tidbits and factoids about Pan and the things they shared.

How she'd twirl around the ropes. How she landed gracefully from the tips of her feet after jumping from a high place. Their pride.

All of these things reminded her father of the boy. And she could see just how much it irritated him.

XXX

Her mother was pregnant and Harriet was all sorts of excited. Her ears rose up in happiness as she bounced around her pregnant mother, who laughed at her antics.

One yell from her father though and that all stopped. That did not mean Harriet's excitement was deterred all that much, however.

She was busy with a gift for the baby when she heard her mother chuckle.

"You look so much like him"

"Like who, ma?", Harriet asked curiously, though she felt she knew the answer already.

"Him", was all her mother had to say and Harriet's answer was confirmed.

Her father reentered the room and they didn't talk about it any further.

XXX

The birth of Harrison Garrett (named after some old man named Gary that her mother knew) Hook was a tremendous affair that had her father smiling for a whole day (a brand new record in her book, her father was usually frowning)

Her mother looked exhausted as Harriet watched her with interest as her father doted on Harrison (creatively dubbed as Harry). It was fascinating to see her father, who usually sneered and cursed at children (particularly boys or masculine-leaning kids), being so affectionate and doting to a child.

(She denied the fact she felt envious)

Her mother welcomed her into her arms, giving her a warm hug as she settled onto the now bloody bed.

"Ah love, he's perfect", Hook said fondly.

"Looks like he's going to take after you just like Harriet", her mother murmured, caressing said girl's hair as she watched her husband hold their son.

Hook grinned," Better luck next time", he teased and her mother chuckled, Harriet smiling at this rare intimate scene with her family.

"Next time will be the last one", her mother warned.

(It was almost painful how true that will turn out to be)

"Of course, of course", Hook said with a roll of his eyes," Couldn't have asked for more", he said as he looked down at little Harry with affection," My boy. Our very first son".

The sentiment was meant to be sweet. But it made her mother look very, very ill and very, very guilty.

XXX

Harriet had some trouble sleeping that night. What with Harry crying at every hour of the night. She leapt out of bed in order to check on him, and perhaps see her mother as well.

What she walked into that night, would be something that would puzzle her for many years to come.

She left her room and walked out onto the deck. The deck was empty as everyone had gone to sleep. Everyone except her mother and brother of course.

Harriet had meant to announce her presence. But she had heard her mother muttering to herself and her young, curious mind did what many would do if they heard something they shouldn't. Keep listening.

"I have to tell him. I have to tell him- I have to tell him. God- I can't believe- oooh", her mother muttered angrily to herself as she paced the deck, holding Harry as she rocked him to sleep.

"If only I hadn't listened to the Queen and the Ministers. If I hadn't listened to Tink and the others, I should've told James. And none of this would've happened".

"He wasn't even supposed to be alive. They removed him from my body for Second Star's sake. It must have been the island's doing"

"I have to tell James. I have to. He deserves to know"

"I can't keep this any longer. Its too much to hide. I have to tell him-"

Harriet was so enthralled with her mother's mad muttering she hadn't noticed someone approach her from behind.

"Lass, what are you doing out of bed?"

She jumped, hearing her father's voice from right behind her. Her mother's muttering stopped as she heard Hook's voice.

"James? Harriet?"

"Is Harry asleep yet? Get back inside", Hook said roughly.

"He's asleep", her mother said sighing," James, there's something I have to confess".

"Can it wait til morning, love? I'm exhausted", Hook asked tiredly," Besides, the lass is out of bed and needs to be put back".

Her mother sighed," Of course", she said tiredly," I'm... not up for much talking either".

Hook stared at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Go to bed", he told her, no room for arguing. Her mother went inside, going straight for her and Hook's shared bedroom.

Harriet, meanwhile, was escorted to her room by her father.

He didn't tuck her in like her mother would. He stood at the door and watched. No words were exchanged between them as it happened.

"I saw you jump earlier. A great pirate must always be aware of their surroundings, Harriet", Hook said sternly.

"Yes father. Sorry father", Harriet said as she sat awkwardly in bed.

"Don't let it happen again"

"Yes, father"

And usually that would be the end of it. But Hook continued to stand in the doorway of her room, eyes staring at her but... never truly looking at her. His eyes seemed unfocused for the longest time.

"Lass?"

The way he said it made it seem like he was questioning whether it truly was her on the bed. Which was ridiculous. Who else would it be?

"Father?", Harriet asked worriedly as he stared for too long.

He shook his head to get out of his sudden daze," Nothing, nothing...", he paused,".... Do you know what yer mother was muttering about outside?".

'I have to tell him

'If only I hadn't listened'

None of this would've happened

It must have been the island's doing

Harriet shook her head," No. But it sounded important", she added.

"Ah I see", Hook said quietly. He stood there, deep in thought for a moment before he began to move to close her room door.

"Goodnight... Harriet"

Harriet blinked. Why did it sound like he was hesitating on her name?

XXX

[cyber-corp]

HE’S NOT EVEN REAL?????*

this website’s easy watch. *dangles a bunch of greek gods like keys*

[inkskinned]

hey... don't cry.... tesla recall for most cybertrucks, okay? >46,000 vehicles affected <3

[aromantic-goldfishdeactivated202]

I find it so funny, in light of TikTok’s imminent American demise, that even now they aren’t considering moving to tumblr. The last two social media refugee crises (Twitter -> X and whatever happened with Reddit) prompted a wave of wide-eyed new baffled tumblr users to flood this app and yet last I heard all of the tiktokers are flooding en-masse a Chinese social media app. That is entirely in Mandarin. Instead of moving to tumblr.

[stillgotscars]

this part of stevie nicks’ interview with rolling stone is taking me out

[the-eccentric-eclectic]

Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

Both Selfish; you each lose 2 points

You Selfish, prev Cooperative; You gain 2 points

You Cooperative, prev Selfish; You lose 1 point, prev gains 1 point

Both Cooperative; You Each gain 1 points

(ps make sure to say what you voted)

Making this post long so you have to scroll to see prev's tags.

[a-random-fandom-friend]

Because of Re: Carmilla, I thought you all would enjoy my edition of Carmilla :

The holes go all the way through, the sides of the book are red, and on some pages the text is colored red just under the holes !

I was so happy when I found it in a little french bookshop specialized in queer texts ❤️

[thebreakfastgenie]

I absolutely think adults, especially parents, ascribe manipulative intent to children when they shouldn't and it's absolutely a problem but it's always kind of funny to me when people go online and proclaim that children are incapable of manipulation. When I was three I asked my mom to get my older sibling their favorite candy bar at the grocery story because I knew she'd get me mine too as a reward for being thoughtful and that was way more likely to succeed than if I just asked for a candy bar for me. And it worked. Children scheme at a developmentally appropriate level the trick is not assuming children scheme at an adult level.

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

This song has single-handedly taken over my life and it’s only been like a week

[adobe-outdesign]

the craziest beta 'mon is this guy, who would evolve into a random Pokemon upon evolution

like imagine finding this autism creature fighting for its life out in the wild so you catch it out of pity and two months later it evolves into goddamn Rayquaza

[mintbees]

if i was a popular minecraft youtuber id just tweet "hey guys stop drawing shipping fanart of me and my friends/coworkers, i only fucked one of them and seeing me paired with anyone else is kinda weird and crosses my boundaries" and then i'd turn my phone off

[pinyonrice]

I DUNNO! IT JUST SOUNDS LIKE BEING ALIVE TO ME!

Edit, Jan 2025: hi if you're going to ask for me to turn reblogs on or ask why they're off I have a suggestion: don't! They're off because I want them to be and that's that. I'm tired of being nice about this stupid fucking post. Don't tell me how nothing matters because we're going to die on a post about living, or make weird comments on a post about my body, or insert your weird "I am a god" soapbox spiel into my deeply personal post. This art is not about you, and it never fucking will be. The people on this website don't know how to interact with other people normally.

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.