ey girl have you got johann maelzel’s metronome
cause you made my heart skip a beat
ey girl have you been messin wit the minoan trident
cause you’re rockin my world
ey girl you’re beautiful like a chinese orchid
in that whenever you fall over several million people die
omg but have you seen the AfterEllen page lately? GAHSKJSKSJSK I love this fandom XD
(even if we don’t win, because Gleeks and faberry fans are like everyfuckingwhere! At least we have the best ship and fandom EVER!!)
Let’s face it, Glee airs primetime on a major broadcast network. There is some pretty simple math in their favor. But you guyz, this fandom is amazing and I am so proud of us!!!
In which HG brings back a gift when she returns from a mission and Myka does not appreciate it.
This is just SOOOO CUTE. :)
More Pirate!Helena (with hat / without hat)
(Set after the conclusion of the original story)
The trip overland had been easy and quiet but Myka still wondered at times if Helena was ready for this. The scars she bore from MacPherson’s captivity had long since healed, but the true damage lay deep beneath the skin and there were still nights the Commander woke to Helena’s desperate thrashing. Even Myka would admit that those incidents had faded over the winter, however. And no matter how harsh the grip of the nightmares, Myka’s voice always brought the other woman back to herself. Another remnant of their adventures, one that Myka secretly counted a blessing. Their time alone had been good for Helena. For both of them.
Almost a year had passed since they shared the bottle of champagne Francisco had saved for their return. Myka still had moments where she wanted nothing more than to return to their villa (for it was their villa now), to lay underneath the olive trees with a book from Helena’s library, her head in the Captain’s lap and slender fingers in her hair while they whiled away the day.
But even as she missed those idle afternoons (and sensual nights) there was a part of Myka Bering that missed the sea. She was a Warehouse Agent and a sailor and she longed for the smell of the ocean and the sound of wind in her ship’s sails.
And she could tell Helena missed it too.
One evening, as the air was just beginning to turn from the gentle sweetness of spring to the full warmth of summer, Myka found Helena standing on the portico, looking out over the rolling hills. Even from a distance the Commander could tell the woman she loved was seeing something entirely different than olive trees and grape vines.
“Send the message,” she’d said quietly as she walked up and placed a hand on Helena’s shoulder. “It’s time.” Myka’s voice was quiet, but it held neither doubt nor hesitation.
“Do you think they’ll answer?” Helena’s query betrayed that her mind was still distant.
Myka didn’t answer, because Helena wasn’t ready to hear that the question was ridiculous. Instead the Commander merely kissed her lover on her temple. “Send it.”
They rode into Olhão in the evening, just as the sun touched the sea in the west. It turned the ocean to molten gold and lent the harbor a beauty it probably didn’t deserve. Myka’s eyes found the familiar silhouette of The Time Machine easily. Her attention, however, was on the woman riding beside and a little ahead of her. As their horses picked their way easily across the crowded harbor and to the wharf where their ship was moored, Myka watched the tension grow in slender shoulders.
She felt the first beginnings of unease coiling in her own belly and then a shout rang out. Squinting and shielding her eyes against the sun, Myka could just make out a tiny figure waving frantically at them from the crow’s nest. A piercing whistle split the air and suddenly shadowed figures detached themselves from all over the ship and came boiling out from below decks.
As their horses came close enough to the ship that the sun’s glare was blocked, Myka could now see the entire crew of The Time Machine. The entire crew. There in the rigging was tiny Sarah, with Jinks and Claudia at the wheel, beak-nosed Hawk and serene Katherine at the railing. So many faces Myka hadn’t realized she’d missed terribly. Beside her, the Commander sensed more than saw Helena straighten and her shoulder’s ease beneath the red coat she wore.
The two shared a brief glance when Helena turned her head and Myka couldn’t help her smile being a bit smug. The Commander had to bite her lip not to laugh at Helena’s expression before the Captain dismounted from her horse and gestured to one of the ubiquitous wharf urchins they knew worked for Alfonso. It was the work of a moment to negotiate their horse’s keeping and Myka followed suit, slinging her bag over her shoulder and giving her grey a last pat, knowing it would be well looked-after in Alfonso’s stables.
Then there was nothing left but walking up the gangplank and feeling the gentle roll of the ship beneath her boots once again. Myka found herself grinning and caught the hint of an answering smile on Helena’s face. A young crewmember came to take their things to the Captain’s cabin and then Myka was being nearly tackled by Claudia who was, as usual, talking a mile a minute. Her running commentary on everything that had happened for the last few months however, was cut off as Myka returned the embrace fiercely.
“Oof,” the redhead protested, but her arms didn’t leave Myka’s shoulders. “I missed you too Mykes,” she whispered softly.
“Captain,” Jinks’ calm address pulled Claudia and Myka apart and the Commander watched as the young man handed his Captain two bundles of cloth. Helena met his eyes for a long moment and then reached out and accepted them. Myka didn’t need to see them unfurled to know what Helena now held was the ship’s flag that claimed their identity as privateer’s in “service” to the British Crown, and the standard of the Warehouse - a black field with a sextant, a looking-glass, and a sword and the inscription “Fidelitus, Scientia, Arx” written below.
Though they tried to pretend otherwise, the entire crew watched as Helena climbed the rigging of the tallest mast. Myka’s own heart was in her throat, though she couldn’t have said why. Helena had lost none of her grace, and her movements were fluid and familiar as she deftly fixed the flags in their proper place. Once finished, the Captain paused and turned, balancing easily on the spar. She looked out over the ocean, now bathed in purples and reds as the sun slipped behind the horizon. Above her, soft clouds reflected the last rays, adding golden counterpoints the darkening sky. A soft breeze lifted from the water, tugging at Helena’s hair and setting rigging to clanking softly. When the Captain turned back, Myka could see her smile.
“Mr Jinks!” she yelled.
“Aye Captain!” The young man called back, a smile on his own face.
“Is my ship ready to disembark?”
“Yes Ma’am it is!”
“Then why are we still sitting at port? Raise the anchor, crew to oars, set the sails, I want Olhão to our backs!”
There was an explosion of activity and suddenly orders were being relayed, crewmembers jumped to tasks and Helena - in a fit of showing off apparently - grabbed a hold of one of the sail lines, riding it down to the deck as the massive sheet of canvas unfurled above her. The Captain landed on the deck as light as a cat and Myka couldn’t help but laugh.
This had been the right choice. The only choice. It was who they were.
Any further thoughts about the past - or the future - were swiftly cut off, however, as Helena strode up to Myka, wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her possessively.
Myka gasped, the crew cheered, and beneath them, The Time Machine moved away from the dock. Still sputtering (but not at all regretting the situation) Myka licked her lips and watched as Helena strode across the deck and toward the wheel.
The Commander could have sworn she heard her love humming under her breath.
“Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirate’s life for me…”
I DON’T WANT TO ALARM ANYONE BUT THERE IS A FUCKING “Pirate’s Life For Me” FICLET ON MY DASH RN.
What the fuck am I doing. Cowgirls and a hair swap. I don’t… TAKE PHOTSHOP AWAY FROM ME.
That just gives a whole new meaning to “save a horse ride a cowgirl”
Well thanks to thatemilykid who set me up with THIS awesome line “I never seen you so…unbridled.” It just begged to be continued.
HG: I’ve never seen you so unbridled
Myka: *groan* That was terrible
HG: Neigh! It was rather good I thought.
Myka: Stop it.
HG: WHOOOOOA THERE.
Hg: I have been saddled with this responsibility
HG: You forced me to trot down this road, you know.
HG: Come on Myka, I’m just horsing around.
HG: You should just take it in stride.
HG: You know I’ll just ride this joke out for what it’s worth.
HG: You don’t get a kick out of it at all? Really?
HG: Come now… no need for a long face.
Myka: Are you quite finished?
HG: I think it’s a stable place to leave it
HG: Oh come now darling! I’ve put a halt to this mangey humour! Come back!
*HG catches up with Myka*
HG: Darling, come on…you know I’m a stallion in bed.
“I love you.”
SHE SAID IT! Right before the bomb went off! They conveniently switch to showing the bomb right when she starts but it’s obvious what she’s starting to say!!!
(here’s a huge-ass gif I made of it, delete it from the post if you don’t like huge-ass gifs)
She, she, she, she loves her.
Myka Appearing in Helena’s Memories of Friends, Family, and Lovers on the Janice Coin | Warehouse 13 Finale
I had to go through the ‘lovers’ part frame by frame just to make sure she really is there, and she is, the very first face that shows up when Kosan says it.
…and quite frankly I’m still too fragile to check, but -
Myka reaches for something round her neck when the explosion happens. Hell yeah she kept that locket.
This one is for fuckyeahpikacha. Only one thing can happen when you put a lesbian!Greek!H.G. and a lesbian!vampire!Myka in the same room: SEX RIOT.
Also, lesbian!Greek!H.G., you hair is ridiculous. I love it.
This one is for niftysoftware, whose request is sweet and surprisingly normal. I tried to find a loophole so I can put a bad joke in, but no luck. So I let Helena read “Internet for Dummies” instead.