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Prompt 17 - Stranded on a Desert Island
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“Cowards!!!” Sirius screamed at the retreating ship. “Don’t pretend like you all don’t get up to stuff behind closed doors. You’re only sore that I got Remus!!!!” But they either couldn’t hear him or they didn’t care.
He and Remus had been caught by one of the little underlings of the first mate, entangled together in Sirius’s bunk. The captain had been informed of their fornication and had promptly headed for the first patch of sand in the middle of the ocean he could find.
Pirates, you see, had no scruples about stranding their best men on godforsaken strips of land in the middle of the ocean. They had nothing but the clothes on their backs and the knife that Sirius always had stuck in his boot, nothing else.
While he’d been shouting profanity at the ship they’d called home for the past seven years, Remus had been pulling the fibres from fallen coconuts and putting them into neat little piles. “What are you doing?” He asked Remus, poking the toe of his boot at the edge of the dry fibres.
“Making rope, so I can make a net, so we can fish.” Remus explained without looking up.
“Are you not even the least bit bothered that we are marooned, stranded, castaway?! We have no way of getting off this island, Remus!” Sirius was perplexed at Remus’s calmness. Remus looked up at him as though he thought he was an idiot.
“Which is exactly why I’m doing this,” He said. “Then I’m going to build us a shelter so we have somewhere to sleep. If you could go and collect firewood that would be a big help.” He went back to his fibre stripping.
Sirius stomped off into the tropical trees that somehow grew on this sandy place.
The island was bigger than he’d thought, and he soon became lost in the foliage. He’d lost sight of the beach a while ago and couldn’t figure out which way was the way out. He was trying not to freak out. Remus would find him.
“Remus!!!” He eventually shouted when the sky began to darken. “REMUS!!!” His feet hurt and the pile of wood he clung to had gotten almost too heavy to carry. “Remus!” He sobbed.
“What?!” Came the familiar voice through the thicket.
“Remus?!” He called again, tears flowing freely down his face. He crashed through the ferns towards the voice.
The plant life gave way and his boots sunk into white sand. To his right, a few yards down the beach, stood Remus with two fish skewered on long sticks, and a small fire burning beside him. “REMUS!!!” Sirius cried, overjoyed at the sight of him. He dropped the sticks and sprinted across the sand. Luckily, Remus had the foresight to put the fish down and step away from the fire as Sirius leapt into his arms the second he was within range. He kissed the man he loved passionately, so glad to have found him again.
#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar au#wolfstar fic#sirius black#remus lupin#sirius orion black#remus john lupin#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#sirius and remus#remus and sirius#pirate sirius#pirate remus#marooned#REMUS!!!#remus is good at crafts#stranded on a desert island
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My Chemical Romance - Frank Iero (May 19, 2005)
Bobby Gorman Posted 19th May 2005, Rexall Place - Edmonton, Alberta Link to interview: x
As My Chemical Romance passed through Edmonton as the sole opener for the Green Day North American tour, Frank Iero was nice enough to sit down with me and answer a few questions. He was really cool and gave some intelligent answers and made for a great interview. My friend Jacey helped with some questions and pops in a few times during the interview. Thanks a lot to Frank for doing the interview and to Laura for setting it up. Enjoy!
Please Note: All pictures were taken, without permission, from the band’s site.
Bobby: Starting with the simple questions, you guys have been touring with Green Day for quite a while now. How has that been going?
Frank: Oh man, it’s been amazing. I can’t believe tomorrows our last day. It’s one of those things that you get the phone call, and since you were thirteen you wanted to tour with Green Day, at least play a show or see them or something; and when they ask you to tour with them, it kind of blows your mind. You don’t think that they are asking the right band. But this tour has been amazing. We’ve go to hang out with our heroes who treat us like peers. And we get to watch Green Day every night, so that’s pretty cool.
Bobby: Has there been any really memorable moments from it so far?
Frank: Ah man, there’s so many. I mean, the shows are just insane. The shows are unlike any shows we’ve ever played. The kids are great. In fact, it shows that we’ve been playing really well because it takes a while to get used to an arena, you know? But there’s also other memorable stuff that we’ve done outside of the show on the tour. Just hanging out. Like we all went to go see Star Wars together, the other day we went to a Water Park in town. You know what I’m talking about? That was ridiculous.
Bobby/Jacey: Yeah. The one in the mall?
Frank: Yeah, that one. They take us on dates and stuff, it’s really cool.
Bobby: How did you end up getting the opening spot? Like did they just call you, or what?
Frank: Basically, that’s how it happened. The way things work is that a tour will be planned for a headlining band. And then support bands will submit for the tour and say “Hey, we’d love to go out with you”, you know, “consider us.” So I guess we submitted for it, and they picked us. It was ridiculous too because there’s only two bands and that’s really unheard of these days. Usually it’s like a three band bill, four band bill. And for us just to be us and Green Day… It’s not like they picked us because they needed us to sell tickets or something, like they didn’t need us at all. They just liked our band, and that was really flattering.
Bobby: You guys also recently ended the Taste of Chaos tour with The Used. How was that?
Frank: That was fun. That tour was really different because it was a lot of bands that we had toured with back in the day. Bands like Underoath, Senses Fail, and A Static Lullaby we tour with… I guess two years ago and we were doing hundred person rooms, three hundred person rooms. And The Used we toured with a bunch. So it was like all our friends getting together. And when all our friends got together, we could play arenas; and that was really weird. We’d all kind of look at each other and say “Is this real?” But I guess that’s the beauty of it.
Bobby: On the tour, for your encore you guys and The Used did a cover of Queen and David Bowie’s “Under Pressure” and now you are selling it on iTunes. Why did you decide to do that song?
Frank: Well, it was one of those things that Bert brought up and said “I really want to cover this song; I think it would be awesome if both our bands did it.” And we were like “O yeah, that’s rad!” We love Queen. We love David Bowie. But a lot of things in the industry happen where it’s like “Let’s do this!” and then it never happens. So I guess fortunately, and unfortunately… Unfortunately the tragedy happened and fortunately the song came into fruition because we wanted to do something for the disaster. So I think that kind of sparked it. We recorded our parts in L.A. right before we did the “Helena” video; and the Used did, I think, some of it in L.A. and I think Bert recorded his vocals in England. So it was weird, we were never in the same room or anything like that when we did the song. So the first time we ever did it live was a test. We did it once or twice, and they were gonna film a DVD for the tour and were like “O, it would be great if you guys both did it because you’re both here, it would be really cool.” And we’re like “Alright, we’ll try it.” We were excited to play anyway and then it was just one of those things where it was just fun to do every night, so we just did it.
Bobby: Did they film a DVD for the tour?
Frank: I believe so.
Bobby: Do you know when it will come out?
Frank: Nope, I have no clue.
Bobby: With the release of “Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge”, you guys have skyrocketed up the popularity chain, especially here in Canada. You guys went from playing for 100 kids at Warped Tour to selling out arenas at the Taste Of Chaos and opening for Green Day. Why do you think that is?
Frank: It’s one of those things where you start out, you form a band and you write some songs in your basement and you put out a demo or a record on an indie label and you just tour because you love to do what you do. Then you run into kids on the road and they say that they enjoy your art and say that you’ve changed their life in a certain way and that’s the best compliment you can get. It makes you feel like you’re really doing something, like you’re actually changing the world. We haven’t stopped working since those days, so to take a step back be like “O wow, we’ve come this far” – that really doesn’t happen. All I know is that more kids are coming out. I have two plaques in my room, I don’t know, but I don’t see them – I’m never home. Why did that happen? I’d like to think that people heard it and knew that we were a real band and that we had something to say and enjoyed that and took that to heart. I hope that’s the reason. We’ve worked really hard. Maybe that’s it. Maybe God likes us, I don’t know.
Bobby: Do you guys think that that humongous leap in popularity could ever turn into a bad thing?
Frank: I think that anytime a large number of people hear your music and enjoy your music, that’s a good thing. I’m not stupid; I know that a lot of those people could be fair-weather fans. There’s definitely a lot more “Gerard, you’re so cute” rather then “play this song”. That’s a shame. Hopefully the kids who bought the record now and bought it because they think Gerard’s really cute will listen to the record and learn about the band and grow into it and realize why they really like it. If they don’t, that’s fine. If they’re not there tomorrow, we’ll still be doing this and we’ll still be doing this for the people that do get it.
Bobby: How did you get in contact with Reprise Records to release the album?
Frank: Well, here’s the thing. Do you remember Thursday? When they were huge – well, they are on hiatus right now, but like when they got signed, there was a signing frenzy, you know what I mean? Labels were just salivating to sign any band form New Jersey. Kids that had black hair. Kids that wrote about New Brunswick or anything. Anyone from New Jersey was getting signed and you could see that a lot because anybody that was in a band from New Jersey got signed. We were a band for maybe, maybe, two months; and major labels were calling the practice studio that we were practicing in, and that was really weird. We were just like “This is kind of bull shit. You don’t want to sign us; you just want to sign the next Thursday. We’re not going to do this.” We signed to Eyeball, put out an indie record and toured for a while because that’s what we wanted to do. We wanted to make something on our own and it’s a lot better when you work for something. And then we felt it was time to make a jump, or take the next step. Eyeball couldn’t reach the amount of people that we really wanted to reach. We toured a lot without the record being really anywhere. And we were like “you know what; we’re not going to sign to another label unless we find something that really gets us and it feels like a family.” And one day we were contacted by Reprise. Reprise, Warner, same thing. And we signed for the company. Everybody that works with our band gets us. They wanted us to be My Chemical Romance, they didn’t want us to be The Used, they didn’t want us to be Thursday or whatever. And that was amazing for us. There was no stipulations, its was just go out, be a band and write songs that you love to write. So we were like “alright!” and we did. I really don’t think they thought they were going to get a really good record, and I think we wrote a really good record so we’ve never regretted that decision.
Bobby: What’s it like switching from a small independent like Eyeball to a major like Warner Music?
Frank: You feel like people are behind you, you know what I mean? It’s weird; I always thought that it would feel less like you have people behind you because it’s such a big company with so many bands. But a lot of people have our backs. A lot of people are pushing for this band to do well and for us to reach our goals. We really just have a lot of help and that’s a great thing and there’s people at the label that really believe in you and their job is to, basically, make sure you get what you want. If we wanted to, let’s say, do another David Bowie cover, they would make that happen; and that’s awesome you know. That’s really the only difference, and your record is everywhere.
Bobby: Yeah, because it’s hard to find your first one. All my friends are looking for it and can’t find it.
Frank: For that, we just say go on the internet and find it.
Bobby: I gotta ask this because I love your videos, like we were watching them at my house last night. “Helena” and “I’m Not Okay”, where did you come up with all the concepts of the video?
Frank: Because we’re just nerds. That’s how it is. We sit in our van or our bus, bus now, and just talk about stupid stuff. Read comic books and watch movies. And then the label’s like “We want to do a video” and we’re like “Okay, this is what we want to do.” Then we found a director, his name is Mark Webb. He did both our videos and he’s directing our new video that we are doing in… actually three days. And he’s like “alright, I think we should do this” and we wanted to do this, so we just kind of mixed it all together. Same thing with “Helena,” although “Helena” was a little bit easier only because I left it up to Gerard. It was about his grandmother, him and Mikey. It was their homage to her. It was creepy, because I was at the actual funeral and it resembled the funeral almost to a T. It was really weird. And some of that you wanted, and some of that just happened. But with the dancing and everything like that, well we always try to have an uplifting theme. I think our music is very ironic in that we’ll have a dark theme with heavy music and a darker theme with an uplifting message.
Bobby: You just said you’re shooting a video in three days, for what song?
Frank: “The Ghost Of You.”
Bobby: Do you have any ideas as to what the concept is going to be?
Frank: Yes. But I can’t tell you. Sorry. It’s going to be huge. I promise you this, it’s going to be more like a movie then any other video we’ve done and it’s going to be enormous. Yeah, we’ve thought this out a lot. It could really, really suck, but we hope it doesn’t.
Bobby: Now I’m looking forward to seeing this video. How do you guys pick what songs you want to be singles?
Frank: Well, it’s one of those things where when we wrote the record we had ideas for what songs we wanted to hear on the radio, but we didn’t really decide any. It was kind of like “we like all our songs, you’re the label, and you decide which ones to put out.” And they were like “okay, put this one out. Put this one out. Put this one out.” If, after this one, they do another, I hope it’s “Prison.”
Bobby: On the “I’m Not Okay” video, Gerard says “I don’t wanna make it, I just wanna…” and then it cuts to the music. Can you finish that sentence for us? “I don’t wanna make it, I just wanna…”
Frank: See, the original line was… well, it summed up the entire cheesiness of the teen movie type thing. It was “I just wanna rock!” And it was just too much. We wrote a million other things, “I just wanna be myself”… ah, what were the other ones… there were so many. But we just left it open because I think you get a lot more out of it if you just leave it open and put whatever you want to put in there. In that scene, Gerard is like every kid. He’s me, he’s you, he’s everyone. It’s like, you know what, a lot of people are told they aren’t going to make it, but just do what you do best and live your life. Live it for yourself, and really just fuck everybody else.
Bobby: A lot of punk “elitists” are starting to complain about the whole “emo” trend. Guys wearing makeup, and wearing girls pants. Mark Adkins from Guttermouth went on a huge rant about it all on their site and even went to the limit of calling Gerard a “fat pink raccoon.” What’s your opinion on all of that?
Frank: I think, he’s a racist, he’s a sexist, he’s homophobic, he’s a hateful person, and it’s just wrong. We could all sit here and call people names and hate people for the way they dress or the music they like or just the things that they think are cool. But that doesn’t make us any better. It’s an awful thing where you have such a soap box, like you have a lot of fans that are into your band, and you use that to spew hate. I guess that’s his opinion.
Bobby: You guys are also heavily involved in the Shirts For A Cure project and have a total of four t-shirts on there now. Why are you guys so involved in that?
Frank: Because it’s a good cause. Definitely, maybe this sounds dumb or naive, but when I started playing music and when I started growing up, all I ever wanted to do was to change the world in some way. Make a foot print. I think the worst thing you could possibly do is to live your life and have the world be the same way it was before you were here as it is after. I think that we’re here for a reason and if we don’t do something to make the world a better place, then we just wasted everyone’s time. And if we can do something as small as put t-shirts on website and raise money for a cure, then we’re going to do that.
Bobby: Okay, if you guys could pick one person or band, dead or alive, to tour with, who would you pick to tour with and why?
Frank: Oh man… Definitely the original Misfits line up because they are just amazing. The Clash would be amazing. The bands that I grew listening to, like Black Flag. Man, if I could tour with Black Flag with Keith Morris singing, like the original line up, that would be amazing. Yeah, bands like that.
Bobby: Okay, now onto to more unusual questions that I like to ask at all interviews. First off all, if you guys were stranded on a desert island, with no food and nothing to eat, which one of the band members would you eat to survive?
Frank: Wow. O man. It definitely wouldn’t be Mikey, because he’s got nothing. I don’t know. I wouldn’t eat Gerard or Bob because they are just great company, and I wouldn’t eat Toro because he’d probably be the one to figure out a way off the island. So I’d probably have to eat my own leg.
Bobby: If you were the member of the opposite sex for a day, or a week, or whoever long you wanted, what would you do and why?
Frank: Man, what would I do…? I’d probably get lower car insurance. I don’t know, what would I do… that’s a good question, I’ve never really thought about it.
Bobby: Yeah, not many people do.
Frank: Yeah, I don’t know. Nothing is ringing a bell. Sorry. I’d probably just sit home and eat chocolate cake, that’s all I would do.
Bobby: Okay, here’s a question from my friend Tyson, he’s wanted me to ask this at an interview for so long now. Rosie O’Donnell or Whoopi Goldberg. Who would you do?
Frank: Wow… Christ… Man, there’s no like secret C choice?
Jacey: No happy medium.
Frank: Man. Could I at least give Whoopi Goldberg eyebrows?
Bobby: Yeah.
Frank: Okay, Whoopi Goldberg with eyebrows.
Bobby: Could you tell us something about the band or one of its members that not many people know about? Like a little quirk or something that do on the road.
Frank: Umm, okay, let’s see. I’m trying to think of things that won’t embarrass anybody. One thing, just one?
Bobby: Well, how ever many you want to tell us.
Frank: I’ll give you one about everybody. Ray’s never around. Ray will constantly be on his phone, playing a video game or playing guitar in the back lounge with earphones on. Like you will not see him, you do not see him at all. That kid is dedicated to technology completely. Bob is addicted to “24” – the television show. Mikey will be broke at the age of thirty, but have every DVD, comic book, and video game known to man. Gerard, this is probably widely known, but I will assure you, Gerard is as close to genius as you could possibly get.
Bobby: Okay, I guess that’s about it. Do you have any final thoughts you want to add?
Frank: Whatever you do, don’t ever be full of shit.
Bobby: Alright, thanks a lot for doing the interview.
Frank: I appreciate it man.
#interview#the punk site#frank iero#may 19 2005#may 2005#2005#revenge era#stranded on a desert island#one thing about each member#rica.archive#guttermouth mention
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packing for a two week trip like, "okay i've got my phone, my work phone, my tablet, my ereader, my laptop, my mp3 player, my steam deck, my switch, my 3ds, my earbuds, my headphones, my controller, my solar charging lamp, my yubikey, my novelty bear-shaped thermal sticker printer, and all my chargers. i will buy deodorant when i get there."
#original#i actually did decide against bringing some of those things#the steam deck is still under debate#if i am stranded on a desert island in the middle of the lake somehow my solarpuff will get me thru
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#Three Things to Keep in Mind if You’re Stranded on a Desert Island#Voloth the Crab King and his minions#bananas#tips#tricks#life hacks#helpful hints#advice#beach
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Stranded Chapter 1
Summary: Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island. Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive. But is he really alone?
Warnings: bodily injury, mentions of sexual harassment/assault, eventual smut
The waves tossed him like he weighed nothing. Bucky struggled to keep himself above water as the ocean storm threatened to engulf him entirely. He saw the underside of the boat bobbing a few hundred yards away from him. No one else came up and he screamed before another wave crashed over him. The storm had come on so suddenly that he and the others on the small yacht with him weren’t prepared. It was supposed to be a fun summer day out at sea on a rented party yacht, they weren’t expert sailors, so none of them knew what to do when the waves became choppy and the skies darkened quickly. The captain, the only one with experience, had been quickly overwhelmed by the unforgiving battering of waves. Bucky had tumbled off the side of the boat from a particularly rough swell and then never saw his friends again.
It felt like hours before he was able to grab onto something and keep himself above the water and breath. He was holding onto what looked like a large piece of the siding of the boat. He hefted himself with the last bit of strength he had onto it as the waves took him farther away. The splashing water doused him periodically as he drifted. He was alone, lost, no one else could have made it out of that. His exhaustion made the edges of his vision start to blacken and he passed out.
Bucky woke up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. He realized he was no longer rocking back and forth and opened his eyes slowly. The piece of siding he laid on was now wedged into sand, the tide lapping at his feet then receding back. He pulled himself up and looked around. It was an island with a long sandy beach that led to a treeline of palm trees. The water and skies were clear again. If he hadn’t almost died he would have thought it looked like a beautiful tropical vacation spot.
He took inventory of his situation, assessing his body for injuries as he stumbled off the piece of siding and walked closer to the treeline. Overall he was surprisingly unharmed except for a gash along his chest that was slightly throbbing, the bleeding having long stopped. He couldn’t remember how he’d gotten it. He walked up to the treeline and slowly entered, his head swiveling as he looked for possible fresh water to drink or something to eat. Bucky tried to make it so he wouldn’t get lost, keeping an eye out for the shore behind him as he moved. He heard running water and followed it to a small creek along the ground a little further inland. He dropped to his knees and cupped some of the water into his hand, gingerly tasting the water to see if it was salty, then drinking it when it wasn’t. He took a few long sips until his throat didn’t feel so parched and then sat back.
The emotional toll of the last however many hours started to creep into his consciousness and he pulled his knees to his chest. He cried, deep heavy sobs wracking his body as he realized how alone he was. There was no way any of the people on the boat with him had survived as it overturned so quickly in the storm. His friends were gone, he was lost, and now stranded on an island.
After he let himself have a cry he stood and started looking for food and figuring out how to create a shelter. Maybe he could make a fire big enough to get the attention of passing boats or ships, or get some rocks big enough to spell out “SOS” or “HELP” on the beach. He was able to find some fruit he didn’t recognize hanging from the trees above him and ate what he could find and grabbed large tree branches with wide leaves that he tried to stack together to make some kind of shelter. Once he’d built a scrappy lean-to he went back out to the shoreline. He scanned the beach and the water, desperately searching for a sign of anything from the boat he’d been on or people or ships.
Nightfall came too quickly and he started looking for ways to make a fire. Being close to the ocean meant the wind was colder as it licked across the island, the pleasant breeze quickly becoming a chill. He was able to find a few sharp rocks and dry brush that he cleared a spot for next to his lean-to and tried to remember his scout training from when he was a teenager. He was able to get a spark and coax a small fire out of the brush. He laid down in his shelter and periodically fed the fire more dry brush around him. The noises in the little jungle surrounding him were making him paranoid, but he knew he would have to try to sleep. He made sure the fire wasn’t going to spread before letting himself start to succumb to sleep.
The warmth of the sun streaming through the trees made his eyes flutter open. As he sat up his chest stung, making him hiss. He looked down at it and saw the gash was now inflamed, his skin red and hot to the touch. Just great, he thought. The ocean couldn’t kill me so now I’m going to die from infection. He hobbled over to the creek not too far from him and cupped some water to drink, then carefully tried to clean the gash with his fingertips. He sighed as the cold water helped it feel not so hot, but he knew it was bad. With no medicine or knowledge of ways to help it heal with what was around him he cried again, frustration and annoyance mixing with his desire to survive making angry tears fall from the sides of his eyes as he looked up towards the trees again.
He stood to try and find more fruit to eat, trudging deeper into the island and then heard…a song? It sounded like someone singing. Bucky’s heart leapt as he walked faster toward the sound. He didn’t know how big the island was. Could there be other people here? The song got louder as he heard the sound of water splashing. He slowed when he got close to it and peered through the bushes that had gotten thicker as he came closer inland. The foliage opened up to some rocks that encircled a small waterfall and a pool it was falling into. Under the waterfall was a woman, washing her hair and body. Bucky’s eyes bulged, not just because she was naked but also because…another person was here. He slowly walked through the brush until he stood in the clearing of the rocky area.
The woman continued singing, having not seen him yet or heard him under the waterfall. He looked away from her and cleared his throat. “Hello!” he called. She screamed and whipped around to look at him. “I’m sorry!” he said, still looking down at the ground, holding his hands up to convey he meant no harm. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just…” he glanced at her. She was swimming over to the side of the pool and grabbing some clothes. He turned away and waited. He didn’t hear her coming at him over the rushing water and was suddenly pushed down, groaning when he hit the ground.
The woman was clothed and now crouched, looking like a cat ready to pounce on him. Bucky stared at her with wide eyes as she glared at him. He backed away from her slowly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’m stranded here…I didn’t think anyone else was here–”
She growled at him. A literal growl. She bared her teeth at him and he gasped as he backed away again but was stopped by a tree. They stared at each other for a long moment. She slowly crawled closer to him, watching his every move. Bucky didn’t dare move a muscle as she came closer to his face. She looked him over, her eyebrows furrowing when she saw the gash on his chest, then snapped back up to his face. When she was mere inches away she sniffed him, then raised a hand slowly to his face. Before she touched him she paused, her fingers slightly shaking, then brushed her fingertips along his cheek. Bucky’s eyes fluttered a bit at the soft touch, exhaling a sharp breath as her thumb slid across his lips and down his chin. It was like she was making sure he was real, her eyes curious and flitting across his face.
Bucky gulped when her hand slipped down to his throat, her pointer finger grazing his Adam's apple and down to his chest where she inspected the gash. She leaned away from him and sat back on her butt, her legs criss-crossing as she watched him. He looked her over. Her hair was long, already drying from the waterfall bath, her skin sun kissed or burnt in certain spots, and dressed in an old, ripped, oversized tank top and shorts. Pretty…and familiar, he thought offhandedly. She cleared her throat before holding her hand out. “My name is Y/N,” she said simply.
Bucky gawked at her and slowly shook her hand. “Bucky,” he said.
“I’m sorry I pushed you,” Y/N apologized, her eyes never leaving his face. “You scared me.”
“I did…I’m sorry,” Bucky said, sitting himself up straight. “I heard you singing and thought my mind was playing tricks on me.”
Y/N smiled softly. Her eyes looked concerned as she glanced at the gash on his chest again. “You’re hurt,” she said. She then stood and held her hand out to him. He took it and she helped pull him up. “Come with me,” she said and started walking away further into the trees.
Bucky hesitated for a moment before quickly following her. After a few minutes the trees opened up to another clearing and he saw the front of a small airplane. He gaped at it, looking around and seeing a fire in the center of the clearing, some clothes hanging on a long branch propped up by two other standing branches off to the side, a log next to the fire for someone to sit on, and random things like a knife, sharpened rocks, fruit in a basket woven from palm fronds, and water in a plastic bucket. He followed Y/N to the airplane where she pulled back the door and entered. When he walked in he realized it was a type of luxury private plane, with large seats and near the back of the plane an open door leading to a private room with a bed. Y/N walked over to a seat that had a first aid kit sitting in it and opened it, rummaging through it until she pulled out a few items.
“Sit,” she said, gesturing to an open seat across the aisle. Bucky sat in the chair and unbuttoned more of the top portion of his shirt so she could access the gash easily. She approached him holding a bottle and some bandages. “This is going to hurt,” she said, giving him a grimace. Bucky nodded and gripped the armrests of the chair. Y/N leaned down and held one of the bandages under the gash to catch the liquid, then she slowly poured some of the liquid onto the wound. Bucky hissed, his jaw clenching dangerously as his head wrenched back and hit the chair. His knuckles turned white as he tried not to move or push her away. “I’m sorry,” Y/N sounded sad as she wiped at the gash quickly. “It’s hydrogen peroxide, not the greatest for wounds but I don’t have soap, and it looks like it’s infected,” she explained as she grabbed a water bottle off to the side and poured it over the gash to clear out the solution. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and had him sit up to apply the bandages, her hands weaving around his back and shoulders so the bandage would stay put. Once his chest was wrapped she pulled away and helped button his shirt back up. Bucky was panting, the shock of the chemical making him shiver a bit.
“Thank you,” he breathed.
“You’re welcome,” Y/N said, looking him over. She held the back of her hand up to his forehead. “Shit…you have a fever. Probably from the infection,” she held her hand out to him and helped him stand, pulling him to the back of the plane towards the bed. She had him lay down before leaving to grab something. Bucky was surprised at the fact that there was an actual bed to lay on and relished in the feeling of a mattress underneath him. As he got comfortable Y/N returned with a refilled water bottle and some cut fruit. “You’ll need to rest. Hopefully cleaning that cut will help the fever go away, but we’ll have to see,” Y/N sat next to him on the bed. Bucky was about to sit up but she lifted a piece of fruit to his lips. He opened his mouth and she dropped it in. Once he was done chewing she helped hold his head up a bit to drink some more water.
“I can get up, it’s okay,” Bucky said, feeling strange about her feeding him.
“It’s alright, I don’t mind,” Y/N said quietly, looking down at the bed then out the window off to the side.
Bucky watched her for a moment before a flash of realization hit him. “I thought you looked familiar,” he said. Y/N looked back at him. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N, the singer that went missing years ago,” he said, his eyes widening.
Y/N snorted, a small smile brightening her face. “Yep, that’s me,” she said as she lifted another piece of fruit to his mouth. He took it and chewed quickly.
“That was…four years ago?” Bucky ventured a guess.
“Sounds about right,” Y/N said quietly.
“You’ve been here, alone, for four years?” Bucky whispered, a sad undertone to his voice.
“I wasn’t alone at first,” Y/N sighed. “My manager, Quentin, lived through the crash, but he was hurt…hit his head real bad,” she looked away and out the window again. “We buried everybody else, and just considered ourselves lucky we were alive. He was off, at first, and then he was mean,” her voice cracked and she quickly cleared her throat. “He um…tried to hurt me.”
Bucky’s brow furrowed as he listened to her. “Tried to hurt you?”
“He wasn’t right in the head,” Y/N explained. “He never acted that way towards me before, but whatever that hit did, it rattled his brain, and he…came on to me, a lot. Then tried to…” she shut her mouth tightly and closed her eyes, shaking her head. “I uh…hid for a while. By the time I tried coming back to the plane he was dead. Looked like he’d hung himself.”
Bucky grimaced. He reached a hand out and gripped her wrist gently. “I’m sorry,” he said.
Y/N sighed again and helped him take another drink. “So how did you get here?” she asked.
Bucky then sighed, looking up at the cabin roof. “Storm. The boat overturned. No one…” he swallowed back a lump in his throat and closed his eyes. Y/N put down the water bottle in her lap and reached her hand out, caressing his face and wiping away a tear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her hand moving to grip his shoulder lightly.
Bucky gave her an appreciative smile. He could feel the fever setting in and making him tired and his eyes slowly closed. Y/N softly tickled his arm, humming a song as he drifted off to sleep.
#marvel#smut#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#deserted island#uninhabited island#stranded#chapter 1#lost
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CAIUS MARTINUS, ROMES SLUTTIEST GENERAL!!!
#ficposting#my art#i need to post about him more... but i always have a harder time describing his character mostly because he is simply a simpler guy than LF#hes someone who's very warm and friendly and deeply... libidinous is a good word for it i think. an effluence of love. but he's also someon#very accustomed to violence in all its forms...hes a lover AND a fighter. and a biter!!! someone who can swing the pendulum from kindness t#cruelty easily and without a care in the world or a thought to it?#he also has a ton of practical skills (because of like. being in the army.) which l. furius comically lacks. he could probably build some#kind of absurd and comical civilization if stranded on a desert island. l. furius would die within 3 seconds#also if he could go around naked all the time he absolutely would. and he sees it as a gift hes giving to the world
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I hope he explodes and dies
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someone tell me to finish my other many, many wips before i start a new one
#hear me out okay#did any of you read endless summer#with the group of college kids that get stranded on a weird fucked up island#marauders endless summer au#james & co. wanting to get home#barty & co. wanting to party on this deserted party island#someone is trying to kill all of them#they can either sacrifice themselves or sacrifice the world#it would be so good i promise
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tfw shower thoughts happen during services
I accidentally wrote an entire dvar Torah during shul yesterday and the only appropriate place I could think of to share was here, on Tumblr, so here I've come to share it.
There is no one type of Jew. In fact if anyone tells you there is you can immediately discount whatever they're saying, because they've already proven their ignorance. We can't even agree on how to categorize and group ourselves; the only common denominator among Jews is we worship the One G-d, Unique in His Oneness. Everything else depends on circumstances.
There's a common Jewish joke to this effect: "Two Jews, three opinions." I rather think our history of debate is one of our great strengths - it forms the basis of our quintessential and almost instantly recognizable learning style. We sit in pairs or groups with a holy book on the table between us and read it aloud... And we argue over what exactly, precisely, the author meant. What did he mean by this word, this phrase, this parallel structure, this reference? What can we learn from the text to apply to our daily lives?
Jewish study halls are loud.
And believe me, they're not necessarily polite, either. Some full-time scholars treat arguing like a beloved hobby. The magnum opus of the Jewish academic world, the Talmud, contains the collected opinions of the greatest ancient sages, written down when the chain of oral transmission was threatened. To our great fortune, they also preserved the lively discussion (source) and passionate name-calling that came with it: "empty-headed", "scatterbrained", even "a first-born son of Satan" come up more than once. (Source) They insulted each other, each other's wives, each other's entire generations to prove a point.
So how do we resolve these conflicts? How does the study hall ring in harmony, rather than strife?
The answer lies in another Jewish maxim (we love our proverbs):
שבעים פנים לתורה / Shiv'im panim la-Torah. / There are seventy faces to the Torah.
Biblical context: The Torah refers to 70 languages, 70 nations, and means "all the people in the world." So when we say there are 70 faces to the Torah, we leapfrog off that concept and say "The Torah encompasses all possible permutations and interpretations in the world." (Recall the scene in Fiddler on the Roof where someone says, "They can't both be right!" and Tevye responds, "You know, you're also right..." Source.)
The Talmud is a unified text because the sages recorded in it were debating toward a common goal. Their opinions may have been equally valid (peep the story of Rav Eliezer vs the majority, source), but at the end of the day they agreed on a deciding factor and made a final decision. The study hall rings in harmony because we argue and debate not toward a common goal but for a common purpose: to increase our knowledge and understanding, and to deepen our love and relationship with G-d. With this as our guiding principle, differences of individual interpretation melt under the overriding truth that all are facets of G-d's World.
How does this apply to us? Let me make this very, very Jewish and end with a parable.
So, nu, you're sitting in the study hall and your partner has just spent the last twenty minutes trying to explain a fakakta idea and you KNOW he's meshugana but you don't have time to reason with him because the rabbi just hammered on his desk to call for the afternoon prayer service. You take a deep breath and remember - shivim panim laTorah. He can keep his ideas, and maybe next time it'll be your turn to rant, because the Word of G-d is infinite and encompasses all interpretations.
And another:
You stand with the prayerbook in your hands and stare at the paragraphs written by sages hundreds and thousands of years ago and you struggle to relate to the words, even though your teachers and rabbis have lectured about how meaningful they are over and over again. You take a deep breath and remember - shivim panim laTorah. These words were codified with a particular set of meanings in mind, but you have a unique relationship with G-d. You can use these words OR their original intention to inspire your own, private prayer, and it is equally valid. Because the Word of G-d is infinite, and encompasses all possible permutations of prayer.
70 whole and unique faces to the Word of G-d.
Whether you're in the midst of an emotional crisis, a spiritual crisis, an existential crisis, or a motivational crisis, may each of us merit to see the conflict we are feeling, and find a new face to study instead.
#Tl;dr: Don't let conflict get you down... G-d encompasses all possible interpretations#This was supposed to be short and pithy#inspiration#love thy neighbor#love thyself#Judaism#philosophy#wellll it depends#first post#If a Jew is stranded on a desert island for ten years he builds two temples: the one he attends and the one he wouldn't step foot in#jumblr
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𝓂 𝒶 𝓇 𝑜 𝑜 𝓃 𝑒 𝒹 𝐼𝐼
#vaporwave#surreal#3dart#digitalart#retrowave#aesthetic#octane#cinema4d#c4d#sunsetbeach#deserted island#deserted#landscape art#landscape#beach#foliage#bentley#stranded
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what the fuck is yellowjackets even about. every time i see a gifset on my dash it looks like an entirely different show.
#i thought it was abt a bunch of girls getting stranded on a desert island and resorting to cannibalism?? or is that completely wrong 😭😭#not googling it btw i want the muties to tell me 🫶🫶#how to be cringe 101#yellowjackets
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The Demon To Your Right
I personally really like this section so wanted to share :)
Chapter 9
Emma watched as Regina sat down for the hundredth time. Groaning, this journey was going to take forever. Emma placed her hands on her hips and let out a sigh. Her eyes looked out through the forest, hopeful that they were going the right way with Regina leading the way. However she wasn’t finding any of her snapped branches, which she could have swore were right around this area. And if she remembered correctly, there were quite a few cliffs she had almost stumbled off of that she wanted to avoid this time around. She moved to open her bottle of water and she heard the brunette snort. She whipped around angrily, as she very much needed a nap after last night and her patience was thin. “What the fuck is up with you?”
Regina smiled sarcastically. “Me?” She pointed at her chest daintily.
Emma bared her teeth and stomped over to the brunette, the woman standing and meeting her head on. “Yes, you. Do you have to make a comment or sigh whenever I do anything ?” She looked her up and down with distaste. “It’s getting old, Regina.”
The brunette grabbed her shoulder as the blond tried to turn away. “Oh? I’m sorry. I’m just stuck with the most insufferable brat for all eternity. Tell me, dear , has it been difficult to survive when you can’t even walk on your own two feet?” She smirked and the blond screeched.
“Those vines weren’t there when we entered that clearing! I’ve been watching where I’m walking, they just keep appearing!” She wasn’t an idiot, but she did wonder if her coordination was lacking due to the lack of sleep she had sustained.
Continue reading: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57356140/chapters/152771827
#swanqueen#regina mills#ouat#ouat swanqueen#pinkpillow19#emma x regina#coven#if you like dark and gay like agatha you might like this it's gay!#swen#my inner demons#angels and demons#magic#thriller#suspense#gay#lesbian romance#sapphic#books#fanfiction#wlw#a03 writer#queer#lgbtqia#queer writers#booklr#books and reading#wiccan#occult#stranded#on a deserted island
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so I'm enjoying watching Castaway Diva a lot more than I thought I would and like along with the main questions (who is jung ki-ho, where is he, is he one of the brothers) I'm really thinking......... did she eat her dad
#castaway diva#kdrama#seriously though did she eat her dad#is that insensitive? yes#but also like.#its a possibility#i mean probably not though - if only because he was (spoilers) dead when they washed ashore#(that's if he WAS dead - like could you imagine the trauma of being stuck on a deserted island with the abuser you were trying to escape???#(like on top of the trauma of being stranded anyway.... yeesh)#but yeah by the time you’ve given up hope of being immediately rescued and you’re foraging for what little food you can find...#dad's gotta be pretty decomposed at that point right?#she probably didnt eat her dad#but the thought would be there though wouldnt it#ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE CIRCUMSTANCES but damn if her little tropical island wilderness camp didnt look cosy af tho#anyway im highkey reminded of those guys that were lost at sea for a week or w/e where upon being rescued they said#it was a pretty nice break away from it alll#like yeah i can see that#the fucking shit she came up with though - she built a HOUSE#real tarzan shit#anyway yeah watch castaway diva its cute and pretty good#cannibalism#should have tagged that earlier whoops#also wait im coming back to these tags to say#god but just imagine the flipside of not eating him - you have to make your home with your dad's body decomposing by the shore#or you have to bury him yourself#just imagine the seagulls flocking around for a meal while you're trying to survive#how horrible
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Oh merciful Neptune look at those lUCIOUS LOCKS-!!!!
I DIDN’T REALIZE HOW BADLY I NEEDED HIM WITH LONG HAIR UNTIL I REWATCHED THIS EPISODE!!!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
#And the little bits of stubble too grrrRRRRBARKBARKWOOF#HE’S SO PRETTY#IN EVERY VERSION OF HIMSELF HE’S SO STUNNING#This is from an episode where they all got stranded on a deserted island and gOOD LORD~#It’s so crazy ‘cause I’d be dating him by now according to the self-ship lore#So maybe he’d let me brush his hair…#self ship#self shipper#self shipping#romantic f/o#🕶️💥dramatics💥🕶️
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hm mcdonalds is a bad place to work and bad for you and the food isnt good either WHY isnt anyone TALKING ABOUT this
#im too much of a stubborn asshole to quit though i keep having to cry in the bathroom cus im not making burritos fast enough#but im not the type to quit a job until i have another in the can even tho im technically in a safe position rn to chill and get a better#one uh im anti chill you shouldn't do that grinding is the only thing that keeps the demons at bay#i wish i could get like stranded on a desert island with just enough supplies to logic puzzle my way home that way all I can think about is#the next task ahead and not like my aimless future or macros
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Stranded Chapter 3
Summary: Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island. Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive. But is he really alone?
Warnings: bodily injury, mentions of sexual harassment/assault, eventual smut
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They were able to get into a rhythm with each other as time passed. Y/N showed Bucky all the ins and outs of the island, where to find fresh water to drink versus to bathe, where most of the food could be found, and taught him how to fish the ocean around them so they could have more than just fruit to eat and how to cook it properly so he wouldn’t get sick. His chest injury slowly healed, leaving a gnarly scar that spread across his pectorals.
Y/N still had some things left over from when the plane crashed like a few books she and the others had, and Bucky took to reading them on the beach after cooking up a fish for dinner. He could almost always guarantee that he would hear a song being sung throughout the day as Y/N went about doing the daily survival chores. He had always thought she had a nice voice when he’d heard her songs on the radio years before, so getting to hear her in person was a nice soundtrack to his daily routine.
The days turned to weeks and then months. Y/N had already done all the things he’d thought of to try to attract attention from nearby ships or planes or even satellites flying above them, and within the four or so years she had been here nothing had worked. He contemplated ways that maybe they hadn’t thought of, things that could possibly work, but so far had come up empty.
They had talked extensively and learned a lot about each other. She quickly became one of the best friends he’d ever had in his life, not just because they were stuck with each other for the foreseeable future. Bucky could tell that he was getting into dangerous territory as his feelings toward her changed to something more romantic. He did some introspection to see if it was a case of Nightingale Syndrome: falling in love with someone who saves them. As much as he was appreciative of that, he felt that wasn’t it. He loved her voice and getting to hear her sing everyday. He loved her smile and how much wider it became as the months went on. He loved making her laugh, and how loud and boisterous she laughed. He loved how determined she was and how calm and collected she could be in high pressure situations, and that even with all she had been through she could still find it in herself to be soft and kind.
They shared the bed every night and more often than not woke up entangled in each other’s arms, and it was turning into more of a common routine now for them to cuddle together as they fell asleep, rather than doing it by chance overnight. As Bucky’s hair grew Y/N started to hold him to her chest and run her fingers through his hair, humming or softly singing a song she loved called “Nature Boy” that lulled him to sleep without fail. If there was ever a night where she happened to not do it he would have a fitful sleep.
As the winter season started to set in, the nights became colder, making it so sleeping was difficult without being completely snuggled against each other for warmth. On one such night Y/N couldn’t stop shivering, even with Bucky behind her and the blankets cocooned around them, the windows blocked with clothes and other things to keep the cold out.
“Y/N, for God’s sake,” Bucky sighed as he rubbed her arms, her feet freezing against his shins.
“I’m s-s-sorry,” Y/N whined, her arms tight against her chest. “I don’t know w-w-w-what’s wrong with m-m-meee…”
Bucky tried shifting her so she was facing him, tucking her cold nose against his chest, making him gasp. “Jesus Christ, you’re freezing.” Y/N nodded slightly, her fingers diving under his shirt and slotting under his armpits. “FUCK! Okay, we gotta figure something else out,” Bucky said as rubbed her back and made sure she was tucked in by the blankets well enough. He had a fleeting thought as her fingers warmed under his armpits that made him tense. Something about how body heat is the best way to make sure people don’t freeze…
“W-w-what?” Y/N asked, looking up at him as he tensed.
“Um…there’s something that might help,” Bucky said quietly, trying to calm his frantic heart.
“I-I-I’ll do anything…my whole body hurts,” Y/N whispered, her face burying into his neck.
Bucky was becoming genuinely afraid now. He did not want to wake up to a dead woman next to him, especially the love of his life. “We need to take our clothes off,” he said urgently, starting to pull his shirt off.
“Wait…what?” Y/N now tensed, her wide eyes staring at him.
“Sharing body heat will keep us both warm,” he explained as he shifted and took his pants off. Y/N was dumbfounded. “Come on, lovey, or else you’ll freeze to death.”
Y/N exhaled sharply then started pulling her shirt off. Once they were both naked he held her close to him again, desperately ignoring the fact that her breasts were against his stomach and one of her legs was tucked between his, making his cock rest on her thigh. Her cold limbs more than made up for the awkwardness as he rubbed her arms and legs, trying to get her to warm up faster. She tucked her face back into his neck, her hands against his chest slightly tracing his scar as she tried to breathe normally.
Bucky could feel her warming up within a few minutes and it made him sigh in relief. Her fingers no longer felt like popsicles, her feet moving against his legs and not making him flinch away. She sighed heavily as her nose warmed up against him and her breathing evened out. The shivering eventually died down and she wrapped her arm around his back, making her body flush with his.
“Thank you, Buck,” Y/N whispered, her lips moving against his jaw.
“Don’t mention it,” Bucky huffed a laugh, kissing her forehead.
Y/N froze at that. As much as they had cuddled and were now in this crazy predicament, they had never done anything intimate like kissing, even in very neutral parts of the body like on the forehead or the hand or anything else. Bucky waited for her to calm down, but she didn’t. “What happened?” he asked quietly.
“Nothing,” Y/N rushed out.
“Was that not okay? I’m sorry–”
“No, it was okay, I was just surprised,” she said. Her voice was giving off an air of nonchalance but her body was still tense.
“Sure, and I’m not hugging a statue,” Bucky snorted.
Y/N laughed at that, her body shaking at his joke. Bucky laughed along with her. “It…it was just nice, is all,” Y/N said, still giggling.
“Oh you liked it, huh?” Bucky teased her, his hands slipping to tickle her sides. Y/N squealed and twisted in his hold, her hands pushing against his chest to get away. He moved up so he was hovering over her and tickled her neck. Through their movements they found themselves within an inch of each other’s faces, catching their breaths and staring at each other. Bucky’s eyes blinked rapidly as they flicked between her eyes and down to her mouth. Y/N did the same to him. He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose softly, making her smile. “This is…dangerous,” he whispered as he stared at her lips.
“Yes,” Y/N agreed. “We should probably stop.”
“Probably,” Bucky nodded but didn’t move away.
Y/N took the initiative and pushed away from him again. “Let’s, uh, get some sleep,” she said, disappointment laced in her tone.
“…okay,” Bucky said, feeling dejected but knowing it was probably for the best.
They awkwardly lay close together again, letting the warmth envelop them and eventually dozing off to sleep.
#marvel#smut#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#deserted island#uninhabited island#lost#stranded#chapter 3
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