This is a work of fiction based on Torakodragon’s Tied in Red universe. Because no matter what she does I’m apparently her slave that writes based on her beautiful art. I will never escape this madness.
I was the kind of teenager who kept a Red Week book. Sure there was also the wedding book but my main focus was my dream Red Week. It wasn’t so much imagining and planning what my fated partner would look like - other people did that. Not me. There was no point in dreaming up your ideal lover when you had no say in the matter about appearances or personality, which some kids were awfully bitter about. Therefore, I focused my planning on events and other ways to fill up Red Week.
It had scraps of fabric for outfits I’d want to be wearing for Red Week, restaurant menus and takeout places where we could eat, cut outs for hotels we might want to stay in if we didn’t want to go to the other’s apartment or, worst case scenario, our parents’ house. Not to mention movie reviews of all my favorite movies that I’d want to share with my fated person.
There were also rules. I refused to kiss before Red Week was over. Had to be right at the end. No kissing to break the string, none of that. I wanted my Red Week, even if things didn’t turn out to be fate with this person. That’s what I feared most about the string tugging on my finger where other people hoped for it. Not to be a match, despite what fate says. Because sometimes fate gets things wrong and people don’t end up staying together.
I wanted the fairy tale.
What I got was Winifred Howell.
Some of you have already been asking me about this and I’m sure others have seen this coming from a mile away after my reminiscent reblogs of my old fics. I love what the Sterek and Teen Wolf fandoms have done for me and my writing, all the people it’s introduced me to, everyone that has given me such wonderful feedback on my writing whether through messages or reblogs. I am so trilled that I got to be a part of this strange little wolfy fandom but my inspiration for these characters has dwindled. I’ve found there isn’t much left for me to explore and I would rather focus my attention elsewhere.
That means, unfortunately, that my mer!Stiles series is now going to be discontinued. I apologize for not updating it earlier and I’m sorry to end the story before you guys got any satisfaction out of it, but I simply cannot force myself to write something that doesn’t inspire me anymore.
This doesn’t mean I’ll never write anything for Teen Wolf again, and it certainly doesn’t mean I’ve stopped writing fanfiction. But I’m going to be focusing more of my time on my original fiction, which I hope to share with you guys if you’re interested. I’m sorry again, to everyone who has followed me recently or since the first Sterek fic I posted. Thanks again for all your support.
“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
Literally nothing Moffat has said about the new season makes ANY sense. He’s going to be a darker Doctor, but he should be happier because hooray, Gallifrey’s back! He’s spent years and years and years with humans, even living on Earth for chunks of time and traveling with humans, but he doesn’t understand humans.
Moffat is basically confusion wrapped in contradictions attached to a bad haircut.
"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.
So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.
isn’t captain hook and his crew suppose to be a lost boys who escaped and that’s why he’s trying to kill peter pan
…what the actual fuck
I NEVER TRUSTED PETER PAN
nah everything in Peter Pan was fucked up.
Tinkerbell and her fairy buddies were having an orgy when they found baby Peter. Tinks also extremely jealous, tricking one of the Lost Boys into shooting Wendy in the fucking chest.
Peter’s also crazy omnipotent. Like, he “make believes” he’s a doctor, and heals Wendy. When he’s hungry, he pretends to eat imaginary food and his stomach actually gets fuller.
He’s also a dick. He would teach children how to fly but never how to stop, so they’d fly for months on straight without rest or break, and they couldn’t sleep either or they’d stop flying. And when one of Wendy’s brothers actually fell asleep and plummeted into the ocean, Peter laughed his ass off. He only saved him when Wendy begged him too.
okay but that’s the point of Peter Pan. It’s not supposed to glorify never growing up, it’s supposed to show kids why growing up is not only good, but necessary otherwise they’d end up as fucked up as Peter. He never matured, never learned right from wrong, he never listened to his parents because - according to Peter - he ran away as an infant.It’s a tale to teach children that listening to their parents and growing up is good. As far as Tinker Bell goes, if you actually read Peter Pan you would know that fairies only feel one emotion at a time and they feel that emotion very strongly so the orgy? lust. Trying to kill Wendy? Jealousy. She embodies the seven deadly sins and what happens if you let your emotions get the best of you. (And as far as the new fairies series of films making her nicer it’s because you only see the jealous side of her in Peter Pan and you see other sides of her in the series because those movies are about her).
Rant over, you can go back to your regularly scheduled blogging now.
So if Peter Pan shows up in your window. Stab him in the fucking chest kids. You have school tomorrow
Reblogging because I believe this will be important to the Once Upon a Time fandom tomorrow.
It’s more complicated than that. Peter is kind of a tragic hero. He chooses not to grow up, he knows he is incomplete.
I mean, he cut off Hook’s hand because he thought it was a game. He clearly doesn’t know right from wrong. He also only knows the unconditional love of a mother to a child, which is why he thinks everyone wants to be his mother. He also switches sides in a fight just for fun, kill pirates for fun, and “thins” out the Lost Boys when they can’t fit in the tree anymore.
But, like, it wasn’t a cautionary tale to tell you to listen to your parents, it’s a story about death and youth. Why can’t Peter grow up? One of the popular theories is that it’s because he’s dead. J.M. Barrie’s older brother died when Barrie was little and he dressed up in his brother’s clothes to please his mom. His mom - who was always distant, whose love Barrie craved like Peter craves a mom - started crying and said something like “At least my baby will never grow up” and that idea stuck with Barrie forever. Then, as an adult, it’s believed he never slept with his wife because Barrie was just a kid. He was Peter Pan. He was too innocent for that. He befriended the Llewelyn-Davies boys and based Peter Pan off of them and their games. (Fun fact: The boy Peter Pan was named after, Peter Llewelyn-Davies, threw himself under a train). There was also a bunch of stuff about Barrie being in love with The Llewlyn-Davies boys’ mother, but that’s not important here.
People think Peter’s dead because he literally cannot return home. He tried and the window was barred and his parents had replaced him with another baby. Why? Probably because they had lost Peter to the flu. Why does Peter come in through the window? Because of the joke “I once had a bird names Enza. I opened up the window and ‘influenza’.” Because lots of babies died back then form the flu. The Lost Boys are children who fell out of their prams. Odds are babies could not survive falling out of their prams. Peter is liked the pied piper ferrying the souls of young children to the neverland/afterlife. Barrie believed that all children were “gay and heartless” but he didn’t think that was a bad thing.
Also, Hook and his crew are not old lost boys trying to kill Peter. Hook was once a British gentlemen (hinted at to be associated with Charles II and attended Elton) and he is afraid of growing old. His biggest fear is growing old and dying - that is why his nemesis is the embodiment of eternal youth. That is why the crocodile that chases him swallowed a clock and ticks. That is why when Peter finally decided “It’s Hook of me this time” the crocodile has stopped ticking and Peter started (he’s trying to trick them into thinking he’s the croc). At that moment - Peter is time and time has ran out for Hook.
Also, it’s not so much that Peter is omnipotent. All kids basically are in the Neverland. Like, it states that the island looks different to every kid because it’s the land of their dreams and stuff. Also, the island legit freezes when Peter leaves and thaws when he comes back. He’s been there so long he’s not human anymore - but fey. (keep in mind being fey isn’t good, just chaotic neutral). Peter even secretes pixie dust now. The island is so fine tuned with him because he’s one of the only people that stay, that it caters to him. Most likely any child that stayed as long as he did would become omnipotent to an extent.
As for Tinker Bell, the above stated is true. Fairies are so tiny they can only have one emotion at a time - “Tink wasn’t all bad” - and they also have really short lifespans so, like, Tinker Bell isn’t even that important to Peter Pan. He forgets all about her and Hook by the time Wendy is grown up.And the orgies thing is because in the legends fey are known for their revelries.
And it wasn’t so much that Peter was a dick, he just doesn’t know when to stop. He’s a child. He doesn’t know right from wrong. He doesn’t know when to stop playing -cutting Hooks hand off was a game to him. He also has the memory of a child, so odds are he just forgot to teach kids how to stop flying or how to imagine food, etc. He is just carefree, like all children. Everything is a game to him, because he never learned anything else.
But like, no, Peter Pan is not a cautionary tale. Barrie loved his character and the story and brought up a lot of good things in it. He wrote Peter as an exaggeration of a cocky overconfident boy, but, like, Peter wasn’t afraid of death. It says “he felt scared, yet he felt only one shudder run through him when any other person would have felt scared up until death. With his blithe attitude towards death, he says, “To die will be an awfully big adventure”.” and with that Barrie is showing us both a naivety and bravery we possess as children but lose as adults and is basically telling us that we shouldn’t let that go. Like, the point is growing up is inevitable but you don’t have to lose everything.
And so yeah….I’m really passionate about Peter Pan.
My Tumblr Crushes:
SIX OF THE BAES ARE STILES. WOW. Then we have a Peter, an Isaac, and an Arra. Side note: Arra, how do you always manage to pop up here? xD Or is this like the crab overlord thing?
It’s totally a crab overlord thing. Weaseling my way into all these teen wolf hotties. Fear me and surround me with Stiles, that is my first rule of the day as your crab overlord.
T-three pages. /dies (i am sorta happy with em)
Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:
I do notice my regulars. You guys are the best.
"Regulars" makes me feel like a bar-tender…
Wiping down my dash at the end of an evening, I see your read-more, over-hear your rant in the tags, so I pour you a drink.
"…what’s troubling you, kid?"
When you’re feeling down and out, REAL friends be like
I wrote an original little thing because well it’s self-explanatory
Some people don’t understand why it is so strange and intimate when you use someone else’s laptop. The idea of a computer, and the physical object of it, is universal. However, when you become as attached to your own laptop as many have, another person’s computer can throw you for a loop and it takes a moment to get your barrings.
Their keys are spaced differently, the shortkeys you’re used to on your own computer don’t translate to this keyboard, the space button is too small or too large, the enter button is all wrong, why are the home and page scroll buttons on the side instead of on the top? Where did the delete button go? I pressed alt+F4 why isn’t this window closing? And can I just transfer my touchpad onto your laptop because how do you work with this?