i am so incredibly profoundly disappointed with ouat’s take on neverland and the “pan is actually the villain” twist, and hook’s backstory, for that matter
wHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO TRACE BACK TO STORYBROOKE oh my god, like, give me hook and pan who’ve been dueling for centuries in a bitter rivalry and it’s been so long that nobody can even remember why it started, but every battle pan does something horrible enough that they just keep it going anyway, it’s not like you need a reason to hate a demon, after all
pan controlling ultimate access to/from neverland, using it to kidnap children and to keep hook and his crew from escaping, because after all, everybody needs a nemesis
WHAT IF HOOK AND PAN ARE THE ONLY IMMORTAL ONES??? and hook’s crew are lost boys he’s rescued from pan who have grown up and sworn their fealty to him for getting them away from pan/the shadow’s influence
hook purposely drinking from the spring that makes you live forever (and traps you in neverland, as the price) because he came here with his brother searching for adventure and liam died and it’s all killian’s fault, he deserves this hell, he deserves this empty, endless fight for vengeance
mermaids as true neutral parties; helping whichever side offers the better deal at the time
tinkerbell cursed to neverland by the jealous, tyrannical fairy queen, being antagonistic friends with hook because they disagree about the best way to fight pan because wow, if you thought pirates were bloodthirsty, you’ve got no idea. she has visions. she knows everything about everyone, she’s manipulative. she knows killian’s future, and she thinks the best way to get him there is to be rough so he’ll be strong enough to face it
LIAM AS THE CROCODILE. LIAM’S SOUL DYING BY PAN’S POISON. BEING WARPED INTO A GHOUL THAT HAUNTS THE SWAMPS ON THE ISLAND. KILLIAN’S WORST NIGHTMARES LITERALLY BROUGHT TO LIFE. HE TRIES SO HARD TO KILL HIM, THAT’S WHAT LIAM WOULD WANT, BUT FAILS EACH TIME BECAUSE IT’S STILL THE ONLY PART OF HIS BROTHER HE HAS LEFT. THE ONLY THING HE HAS THAT MAKES HIM FEEL HUMAN
henry being taken by pan. emma and her parents following him there, being taken in by pan’s charms at first, not realizing that he’s slowly poisoning them with his shadow. hook discovering them—adults!!! pan never would have taken them, there’s definitely something weird going on. hook feeling a spark he hasn’t felt in years, fighting with this woman with her blonde hair and determined scowl, something different than the dull, numb, angry fog he’s floated in for so many years
david being the first to realize that there’s something not right about pan. sneaking away to meet with hook. forging a secret pact to get emma, henry and mary margaret away from the lost boys
EMMA BEING THE MOST SUSCEPTIBLE TO PAN’S MAGIC. SHE’S A LOST GIRL, AFTER ALL. HAVING TO CONQUER HER OWN INSTINCTS IN ORDER TO SAVE HERSELF
HOOK AND EMMA HELPING EACH OTHER GET THEIR SPARK BACK, INSPIRING EACH OTHER TO FIGHT TO SURVIVE
EMMA HELPING HOOK KILL LIAM’S GHOST. FALLING IN LOVE, REALIZING THAT—FUCK, HE CAN’T LEAVE THE ISLAND. MARY MARGARET AND DAVID GOING OFF TOGETHER TO TRY AND FIND A CURE SO THEIR DAUGHTER DOESN’T HAVE TO LOSE THE MAN SHE LOVES
IDK OKAY JUST THE NEVERLAND ARC WAS REALLY DISAPPOINTING FOR ME I’M JUST BRAINSTORMING HERE
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS????? I WILL NEVER BE OVER THE GIANT DISAPPOINTMENT THAT WAS THE NEVERLAND ARC AND HOOK’S BACK STORY. LITERALLY DOZENS OF ALTERNATIVES, ALL BETTER THAN THE STORY WE GOT. LET ME COUNT THE WAYS.
Hook as a lost boy that grew up and escaped
Hook as a grown up Peter pan
Hook as Peter pan’s twin brother who helped him create and rule never land, and watched his brother corrupted by evil magic
THESE ARE THE ONES THAT HURT ME THE MOST MAN, GOD. I AM MESS, DONE FOR THE NIGHT, WILL NOT RECOVER.
i mean, i am 10000% behind the decision to make peter pan the villain and turn captain hook into emma swan’s anti-hero love interest but if you’re gonna subvert peter pan there are literally a dozen different ways to make it really interesting and exciting and they chose, let’s see, FUCKING NONE OF THEM
a million different versions of hook as a grown up lost boy. or pan as he and milah’s corrupted son. pan being created by hook, a literal manifestation of his anger and thirst for revenge for his brother’s death/milah’s death/whatever. JUST SOMETHING WITH SOME MEAT ON IT, GOD
also someone talk to me about “emma gets kidnapped to neverland as a teenager” AUs
I’d totally watch (or read) any of these alternate plots go down. Neverland was AWFUL. (And really, there’s only so many ways that new characters can tie in to an already creepily convoluted family tree.)
[My back pocket rant about OUAT: apparently Snow & Charming are the only people capable of true love? Whaaaat? No one else, ever? Their children are the only products of true love ANYWHERE? Man, it sucks to live and love in Storybrooke/Enchanted Forest. Mini back pocket rant over.]
I’ve been slowly convincing a friend to read fanfic (she was very resistant on principle), and she just sent me a super detailed outline for a Steve x Darcy fic I’m reasonably certain neither of us have the skill to keep short. Or possibly ever complete.
Still accepting? "H-how long have you been standing there?" Either Olicity or Shieldshock. I loooove them both.
"H-how long have you been standing there?"
Steve chuckled, his hands in his belt loops. “Not long.”
"Well, this is embarrassing," Darcy said, pulling her hair off of the back of her neck. "Hi, I’m Darcy Lewis, and I swear to God, I don’t normally practice Zumba at work. Just this girl that I do it with has been really bithcy about this one move and… anyway. Shutting up now."
"I’m Steve Rogers," he said, and Darcy fought the urge to smile.
"I know who you are. Are you here to see Jane? Or Thor?"
"No, apparently, you’re the one I need to see."
Darcy raised an eyebrow. “I am?”
"Yes." Steve looked embarrassed. "i’m told you’re who I need to see about something called… Star Trek? And also," he consulted a little notebook in his hand, "TheCatcher in the Rye? Phil Coulson said you’d be the woman for the job.”
Darcy’s eyes widened. “You need to catch up, don’t you?’
"There’s a lot."
"Oh… I know. Just…" she made a sound like a bomb blowing up, her hands exploding away from her face. "That’s definitely a lot."
"Try living it."
"Well. Okay," Darcy rubbed her hands on her jeans. "Let’s get started."
When I was in college, I had a wonderful mentor/professor who helped me learn lessons that keep being relevant as I go through life—which, if you ask me, is the tell-tale sign that he was a great professor.
One of those lessons was that it could be almost impossible to establish self-worth, and to recognize self-achievement. After we’ve learned how to do something—ANYTHING—really well, it seems almost like second nature for us to do it. Even if we’re producing quality work, we look at it and think ‘well, sure this turned out well but anyone out there could have done it if they put the time in.’ We forget that WE are the ones that put the time in to learn the skill, and that WE are the ones who now have something special for it.
Here’s an example:
This professor told me about a time when he was at a conference giving a talk. After he was done with his seminar (which was probably about something awesome like chaotic oscillators) he went on to listen to other professors and industry professionals give their talks. There was one he was sitting on, thinking to himself ‘WOW this guy is cool. Here he is building a genetic search engine (or some other incredible topic) while I’m just dorking around with chaotic oscillators.’ but then, after the talk, my professor went up to him. He wanted to tell him how neat he found the subject and the guys research… And when he got up there, the guy went ‘OH WOW you are that professor with the chaotic oscillators! I saw your seminar and I was so excited by it! You’re really doing something incredible while I’m just dorking around with genetic search engines.’ And that’s when my professor realized that JUST BECAUSE THINGS SEEM COMMON TO US DOESN’T MEAN THAT THEY ARE COMMON. Our skills, our lessons, and our experiences are unique to each of us, we just are looking at them through the fogged glass of ‘been there, done that.’ Others won’t be looking at them through that same glass.
If you ever see artwork and say ‘wow I wish mine was that good,’ or read a story and say ‘gee I wish that I could write like that,’ you have to also remember that there is probably someone out there saying the same exact thing about your work to themselves. It might even be the exact same person who you’re envying.
Please never forget that your experiences have made your own work into something valuable. YOU have put the time into it. YOU have something unique. YOU have something that it would take somebody else at least as long to duplicate, and it would still never come out the same way that you do it.
We fixate so often on comparing ourselves to other people, but we judge ourselves the most unfairly. We look at what they have, and we fret about what we don’t have, and we forget that we aren’t defined by what we don’t have.
Your work is important, and it is only going to get more important from here.
“You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.”—Maya Angelou (via winterinter)
Instead of having sex, we spent the entire night making pillow forts and have sword fights. I think I'm in love. darcy/steve
Darcy was grinning when she let herself into the apartment, in last night’s clothes, her hair a mess and a soft look in her eyes that gave her away. She fell back against the door as it closed and bit her lip.
Jane smiled back at her fro where she sat on the couch. “9 am walk of shame, should I clap or scold you?”
Darcy pushed off the door and kicked her shoes in the general direction of where they kept them, making her way into their living room and plopping down on the couch beside Jane. “Best. Night. Ever,” she declared.
Hugging her coffee to her chest, Jane raised an eyebrow. “Really? This from the girl who was pretty sure she’d have nothing in common with strait-laced Captain Rogers?”
"Okay, first of all, totally pegged him all wrong. Seriously, he’s not strait-laced, like, at all. I mean, he can play the ‘aw shucks’ routine really well, especially when he’s trying to get the pissed off and impatient waitress to be nicer to us. But he’s not at all the strict, boring, apple-pie guy I kind of thought he’d be.”
"No?" Jane stirred the spoon in her coffee. "So, what? The nice guy thing’s just a shtick?"
"Not a shtick. He’s definitely a good guy. He’s just… He’s not that All-American, do-no-wrong kind of guy that the media paints him to be, y’know? Like, no-nonsense and stiff. He’s actually got this really dry sense of humor and he always looks so proud of hiself when he makes me laugh and he did, a lot. And, I don’t know, it just… It was awesome."
"Must’ve been if you’re only getting back now…" Jane reminded, wiggling her eyebrows.
Darcy grinned wider. “That’s the best part. Instead of having sex, we spent the entire night making pillow forts and having sword fights.” With an all too wistful sigh, she flopped back on the couch. “I think I’m in love.”
Jane chuckled under her breath. “Well, if anything could get you to settle down, it’d be pillow forts and sword fights.”
"He had a battle plan, Jane. He literally made up a strategy to beat me at play sword fighting… And when his plan didn’t work, he kissed me to distract me, and then fake stabbed me! I might’ve dramatically died and cursed his betrayal, but it only made him laugh. Do you know how awesome that is?"
"Pretty awesome," Jane agreed, smiling at her.
"We talked for hours in that pillow fort. I fell asleep at like 4 am while he told me stories about his childhood." Darcy sat up abruptly then, her face lit up excitedly. "Oh my God, have you ever seen pictures? Skinny!Steve was so freaking cute!" She shoved off the couch and hurried down the hall to get her laptop from her bedroom. "I have to show you, seriously."
Jane grinned at her best friend/assistant/roommate’s retreating back, listening to her ramble on and on about how amazing her date was and how great Steve was. Jane listened to every detail, smiling encouragingly. Because damn it, Darcy deserved this. She deserved a good guy that made her laugh and smile and took her on fun dates.
Also, if she and Steve worked out, then they could go on that double date Thor had been asking for the last few weeks. So, win/win.
What would happen if, even in the moments when it feels like we are being attacked, we spoke words of grace, hope and forgiveness?
That’s where real courage lies. It does not lie in the confines of our offices and living rooms sitting behind a keyboard and typing anonymous messages. Real courage is full of grace. It is gentle and kind and constructive and honors others. Perhaps this kind of courage should be the very thing that emboldens us to speak, far more than a computer keyboard ever could.
”— Article by Michael Hildalgo from Relevant Magazine