Uma didn’t know how she ended up back on the shores of the Isle. The barrier kept everything out, nothing goes in and nothing goes out, that’s how she’s always known it. Maybe that’s only the case for the good things, they can’t come in and the bad things, they can’t escape it.
Uma had never had freedom until tonight. She reveled in it! Of course they were ulterior motives but still, it was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. And losing it hurt more than she’d like to admit. Her plan may not have been very well thought out but still. She had failed the other lost kids tonight, not once, but twice.
She was a failure. Defeat was not a feeling she enjoyed.
She lied there, on the black sand of the Isle, sopping wet and out of breath from swimming so hard. Tears burned her eyes but she refused to let them fall.
When she cried, which was rare, she felt weak. Uma hated feeling weak.
Instead she got up and moved to find the clothes she kept stashed behind one of the pillars that held the Isle up. She was in the water way too often to not have back up clothes hidden around here. She slipped the dress off before throwing it back into the sea. Slowly but surely she put on the rest of her captain’s uniform.
She reached for the hat but stopped herself.
It was a captain’s hat. She wondered is she even deserved to wear it anymore. How could she? Knowing that she had led her crew into a battle they didn’t win.
She was stupid to think she could’ve bested Mal at something. She never had been able to beat her before. What made her think that she could now?
Mal managed to have everything Uma ever wanted. She had Auradon and if she wanted, she could have the Isle to.
She was the ‘bad’ girl with a secret heart of gold. The thought of it made Uma sick to her stomach.
Mal was always the best and Uma was left to live in her shadow. No matter how hard she fought, how evil she forced herself to be, how hardened and emotionless she made herself, it was no use.
She couldn’t win.
Mal was Maleficent’s daughter of all.
No one even remembered Ursula’s name.
Anger filled Uma and before she could stop them , the tears started to flow. And they didn’t stop, they just kept coming and coming and Uma felt powerless. She collapsed on the sand as the rush of emotions flew out of her.
Weakness crept up on her like a deadly spider and now that’s all she could feel.
She was weak.
Completely and utterly powerless in this cruel, cruel world.
“There you are Captain, the whole crew’s been looking for you for hour-Uma?”
She froze at the sound of Harry’s voice.
“Uma, are you alright?”
She kept her head down, not responding. She just hoped he take the hint and leave her to wallow in self pity alone.
“Uma, are you alright?” His tone was stronger this time, accent thicker.
She sighed before looking up at him through red eyes. She expected him to take one look a her, knees buried in the sand, a captain’s hat she didn’t deserve on the ground in front of her, tear streaks on her face and laugh. To call the whole crew over so that they could ridicule her in the most public way possible. To uuse her vulnerability against and then to take her position of power right from under her. Banishing her from the crew.
She expected him to kick her while she was down, like they had been taught to. People here had to be rotten in order to survive and move up the ladder. That’s what she expected and she was ready for whatever kind of punishment. She deserved it, at least that’s what she thought.
But Harry didn’t, he didn’t even crack a smile at her weakened state. Instead he looked at her, looked through her, his face like stone and eyes full of concern. She watched as he walked towards her and kneeled down.
He reached up and she flinched involuntarily, he stopped for a moment before taking the clip from her hair, undoing the now messy bun, letting her braids fall down her back. He pushed a few stray ones, behind her ear gently.
He looked down before grabbing the hat and placing it on her head.
She was confused, beyond confused actually. Mind racing a thousands thoughts per second as she stare up at him. A small smile crept on to his lips at the sight of her.
“All better now Captain, all better.”
She nodded as he stood up and held his hand out. Hesitantly, as if she was awaiting some kind of sick twist to his kindness, she took it and let him pull her back up.
“Let’s get back to the ship, okay.”
Her eyes widened, she wasn’t ready to face her crew yet. Not like this.
Harry sensed it by the way her hand went rigid against his.
“Don’t worry, the crew’s not there. They’ve probably given up looking for you by now.” He assured her and Uma relaxed.
Together they made their way back to the Lost Revenge, hand in hand.
The ship was a ghost town and Uma was grateful fr that. She didn’t feel like going to the captain’s quarters right now so she made her way up the steps and to the upper deck and sat down. Harry followed.
The one good thing about the Isle was the view it had of the stars. It was beautiful.
They sat in silence for a moment, until Uma spoke up.
“Why are you here Hook? You could’ve ratted me out and took control of the ship and my crew. Why didn’t you?”
Her voice was more fragile then she wanted it to be but she didn’t dwell. Harry had proven she could trust him.
She watched as he took a deep breath, eyes never leaving the stars above.
“Ever since I was a young lad my father has wanted me to be a part of a crew. And now I am, thanks to you. And besides, once my sister’s got their own ships, their own crew, I could see the toll it takes on them. To be a captain and all. It’s hardens them, makes them responsible for others. I know better than to think that I’m cut out for it. But you are Uma.”
He took his eyes off the sky and turned to face her.
“You’re a good a captain, one of the best the Isle has ever known. And so what is one plan didn’t work out, knowing you, they’ll be others. I’m your first mate captain, I’d follow you into the dark if you asked me to.”
Uma smiled and for a moment the world didn’t seem so cruel. Life didn’t suck as much, it was good, in that moment at least.
And so she did something people did in those moments.
She kissed him.
And sure they had kissed before, but not like this. The others were always quick and heated, always during their lonely lustful encounters. Whenever the Isle became too much and they couldn’t take it, when they needed a distraction.
But this wasn’t a distraction.
This was different, this actually meant something. It was soft and gentle.
Probably the most vulnerable either one of them had been in a long time.
They fell asleep in the bed of the captain’s quarters. And no it wasn’t after meaningless sex, in fact they hadn’t had sex. Kissed a few times, talked, stayed together, but no sex.
And somehow tonight, meant more than any of those other nights combined.
Uma didn’t want to sleep alone, and neither did Harry.
They wouldn’t sleep alone for many nights to come.
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From the ordinary:
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y'all niggas lame how you gonna shame niggas for getting mani pedis that shit wavy and it’s good hygiene, one time my homegirl’s good friend thought i was gay because of the fact that i get my shit done lol but tell me why a few weeks go by and i’m talking to my homegirl and she tells me that that same girl asked her to ask me if i thought she was cute lmao
“Dean! I’m home.” I said as I walked in to see… nothing.
Everything was as I had left it. I shrugged and figured maybe he fell asleep. I
walked into my room and he wasn’t there either. I frowned and walked into the
kitchen before I began to panic. I grabbed my phone and called Emily, no
answer. What the hell? I called Dean’s phone and he didn’t answer either. I
paced across my apartment. I can’t put up missing dog posters, or missing
person because I don’t technically own him. I sighed and called Sam.
everything was a game since he came to Japan with his uncle, he had stopped being
interested in everything,
he was only paying attention to the machine that they had
gotten him. Since he was a little everything he saw
seemed boring, nothing caught his attention unless it was a game.
That was the marvel
of games, the chance to put your life into play for no reason, simply putting
yourself at risk was the only thing that excited him, having only a chance to
win or lose.
This is how he
ended up in the army, the sound of weapons being fired without knowing if that
bullet would kill you, if you were to reach the final stage where you had to
face the final boss. But of course that was real life and not a video game and
things do not happen as one imagines.
A game begins and
ends, some with more opportunities than others; but of course sometimes life
could also give you another chance, a restart.
And that is what
Satou got after having finished with his only life, a restart. But not a
normal, now he had infinite lives, no matter what he did his game was
never going to have an end. Because now he was the final boss.
People of ephemeral
life would go after him in order to defeat him only because he was different
because he had been given with more opportunities in that game called life.
And he liked that
game, he liked the emotion that he felt for being the hunted and not the
protagonist that had to save the world, he could do what he wanted without
getting a game over.
Satou grabbed his
hat as he put it on thinking about the next scenario of his particular game.
At last he had found an interesting opponent, everything was on the board and
he was going to have to be ingenuous to get what he wanted. It was all he had
been looking for so long, and he was certainly enjoying it. It was
something that kept him alive.
Satou turned around
as he reloaded his weapon with a slight smile prepared for that.
Imagine having a panic attack and Wesley tries to help you calm down
Requested by Anon~
Wesley didn’t know what to do when you started breathing weirdly. He helped you slide down the wall to sit on the floor. Crouched down beside you. But Wesley was too afraid to actually do something, other than tap his combadge and ask for a medical team.
But they weren’t here now. And your hand was gripping Wesley’s wrist as you fought to catch your breath, eyes screwed shut. He swallowed nervously, bending his head a little. “Everything’s okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of, see?”
With Wesley’s gentle prompting, you looked up. He was right; everything was calm and still. But ultimately, your eyes rose to his. And despite how worried he looked, it helped to look him in the eye. Something to ground you and make you feel safer.
Wesley maneuvered his hand to hold yours, nodding enthusiastically. “Just take deep breaths, okay? You’re going to be fine. In and out…”
Aries: Make your own choices. You will never be happy as long as you let everyone else control what you do.
Taurus: Being a hypocrite never did suit you. Always thought you were better then that. See it from their perspective.
Gemini: Stop looking to the darkness trying to find the light. If you keep focusing on everything you never had, you’ll lose everything you’ve managed to gain.
Cancer: You survived. Congratulations. You’ve made it this far and there are miles to go. But for now rest and celebrate. You survived.
Leo: Hold your head high. There’s no shame in what you’ve done. You did what you had to do to keep yourself safe. Don’t ever fucking apologize.
Virgo: Maybe try finding some substance in your life besides this. Your past can’t hold all the answers and you cant keep using people like this. It’s not good.
Libra: It’s okay to dream and reminisce of the past. Just don’t let it destroy the kind of future you could have. Don’t let it come back and destroy you.
Scorpio: Take a breathe kid. You’re going no where fast so might as well sit back and learn to wait. Enjoy it while you can.
Sagittarius: Is it all just an act, or are you really doing this well? Are you really managing everything so perfectly? Did the thoughts really go away?
Capricorn: What’s left to be scared of? You’ve already lost everything. There is nothing left to risk. Go big or go home. Stop being terrified and jump.
Aquarius:Enjoy the music while it plays. Let things run their course and work out how they may. Summers never last forever.
Pisces: Running will only get you so far. I hope you eventually learn that you can always come back home.
I rewatched the airport battle scene and counted up total damages Team Cap did to the Leipzig Airport (in chronological order because I’m cool!! XD). And an additional note, THAT WAS ALL GERMAN PROPERTY! Team Cap came in and trashed an international airport probably resulting in billions of damage costs! Tony came to negotiate and this is what Team Cap did (TO A FUCKING AIRPORT). And I actually care about laws, unlike Steve.
- Wanda dropped at least 15 civilians’ cars onto solid asphalt from about 7 stories high and those cars crashed through the steel bar/gate barriers
- Sam destroyed a help desk inside the terminal
- Steve and Scott helped each other enlarge that “water truck” and it smashed against the concrete and exploded
- Wanda used her magic to throw 2 trucks and something else (it looked like a concrete block or a ramp thing) at Peter
- Wanda used her magic to throw T’Challa into a jetway (severely denting it)
- Steve dropped an entire jetway onto Peter and used his shied to break a support pole
- Scott kicked a bus at T’Challa and Vision (the bus smashed into another truck and a car, also destroying them)
- Scott tore of the wing of an airplane
- Scott kicked two carts full of wooden boxes (probably cargo)
- Scott stepped on a truck
- Scott slapped Rhodey onto a jetway (denting it)
- Scott picked up the entire jetway and swung it at Rhodey, crushing it in the process
- Scott stepped on another truck
- Scott threw Peter onto a pile of wooden boxes (more cargo?)
- Steve and Bucky stole the jet thing and escaped (THAT IS AIRPORT PROPERTY)
- Scott smashed his arm onto the partly destroyed airplane
There’s way more, but that was all I got for now.
Now lets calculate this shit out.
15 cars Wanda dropped- The average cost of a car in 2016 is about $33,560. Now $33,560 times 15 is $503,400 (note that Wanda might have dropped more than 15 cars.
Airport help desk that Sam smashed (including merchandise in the desk)-I dunno how much a help desk is worth but I’ll add $1100 more onto the total costs (I’m being generous, do you have any idea how much window repairs cost)
2 trucks that Wanda thew at Peter- average cost of a truck in 2016? About $39,000 or so. $39,000 times 2 is $78,000.
Truck Scott and Steve enlarged and exploded- Add $39,000 to damage costs.
Jetway that Wanda threw T’Challa in- This is the same jetway that Scott destroys later so it won’t be counted here.
Jetway Steve dropped on Peter plus the support pole he snapped- One jetway costs about $300,000. Support pole damage add $1000.
Bus that Scott kicked at T’Challa and Vision (the bus smashed into another truck and a car, also destroying them)- Buses costs about from $300,000 to $600,000 each so we’ll just add $500,000. Plus another $33,560 and $39,000 for the car and truck.
Airplane Scott pretty much irreplaceably damaged- One standard commercial airplane costs between $51,000,000 to $87,000,000. Lets add $70,000,000 to the total damage costs.
Wooden boxes of cargo- Who knows whats in there? Could be expensive stuff or vegetables. I’m gonna add another $2000 for cargo and box damage. (again, being generous. There were at least 20 wooden boxes)
Truck Scott steps on- add $39,000.
Jetway Scott swung at Rhodey- add $300,000
Another truck Scott steps on- add $39,000.
More cargo- less boxes were destroyed this time though, so we’ll add $1000 more
Jet that Steve and Bucky stole- technically it wasn’t destroyed so we won’t add any damage costs, but for your information, that’s a felony.
Scott add more damage to already destroyed plane- It’s destroyed already.
EQUALS $71,537,060 give or take several million bucks (because I was generous)
Now let’s think a little more. Team Cap has literally no way of paying for all this damage. They are fugitives and if the pool up all their bank savings can maybe cover a third of the costs.
Now guess who would feel responsible and pay off the the damage even though HE CAME TO NEGOTIATE AND NOT FIGHT?
That’s right, Tony Stark.
He doesn’t even have to, but Tony would shoulder all the costs for his SHITTY TEAMMATES THAT DON’T GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT HIM.
(note: I may have gotten some of the costs wrong but you get the point)
(another note: This is just the Leipzig airport. I’m not gonna even think of the damage costs in Bucharest when Steve purposely collapsed a tunnel, hijacked a car, and endangered dozens of civilians. Or in Berlin when Steve had attacked and severely injured several of members of the German police and military and illegally trespassed in German territory. Or in Johannesburg when Wanda purposely used her magic to manipulated Bruce and set the Hulk onto heavily populated city streets. Or the disaster in Lagos. Or Wanda’s involvement in the creation of Ultron that lead the the tragedy in Sokovia.)
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