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knives-intheir-feet · 8 days

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so... approximately what percentage of my dash is going to include the word 'zaddy' for the next 2 weeks?

#ofmd #our flag means death #samba schutte

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knives-intheir-feet · 9 days

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#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet

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knives-intheir-feet · 13 days

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#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #rhys darby #ed teach #edward teach #taika waititi

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knives-intheir-feet · 19 days

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Source (Season 2 - November 24th 2023)

samsonkayo: Give Thanks☺️

#ofmd #our flag means death

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knives-intheir-feet · 25 days

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Out of all the wildly unrealistic things to happen in OFMD, I still think Ed managing to put on leathers under water is probably the most ridiculous.

#our flag means death #ofmd

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knives-intheir-feet · 25 days

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#our flag means death #ofmd

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knives-intheir-feet · 27 days

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Oh, ed, baby 🥹

1k word fic prompt (tw past abuse, nothing more than the stuff in your latest fic): ed has lots of rules he follows to avoid getting physically and emotionally hurt in a relationship, and doesn't fully realize how fucked up it is and how small he's making himself until he starts dating stede and stede never gets angry at him or wants him to behave differently.

This prompt was perfect for adapting a scene that had to be cut from "If I Get Lost Along the Way!" Super happy you sent it in. <3

(Always happy to see prompts for 1k word fics in my inbox!)

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Ed had a lot of rules.

His ex-boyfriends liked how he looked, if he presented himself the way they wanted. He knew how to look fuckable and grabbable and biteable, how to pull up his hair to show off his neck and pick shirts that hugged his waist just right. He knew to skip the eyeliner and earrings and cute crop-tops until he was sure his newest boyfriend wouldn’t insult him or tell him he looked like a slut.

And he knew how to behave.

He knew how to step lightly around drunks and creep quietly through the house in his socks for a snack when a guy was sleeping on the couch. He knew how to keep himself quiet and inoffensive, knew how to wait for his boyfriend’s opinion before sharing his own. He knew how to turn his eyes down and whisper I love you so they’d stop at just hitting him once. He let his boyfriends go through his phone and order for him in restaurants. He knew how to make himself small.

And dating Stede was a little scary, because - he knew how to look fuckable, but he wasn’t really sure how to keep Stede calling him cute and beautiful and precious. He was still trying to work out a pattern, but it was hard, because Stede said those things no matter what he was wearing. He stuck safety pins through the sleeves of shirts Stede liked, but before he knew it there was a pin through every shirt in his closet.

It scared him, how many of his rules Stede encouraged him to break.

Stede liked his laugh, asked his opinion, helped him with chores, told him he didn’t deserve to be hurt, said he’d never, ever hit him, and it made him feel big. It made him feel like it hurt to force himself back into being small.

Still, he tried to keep himself safe, and the first time he fucked up was scary as hell.

They’d just gotten off work and decided to catch a movie, and it had been the most fun Ed had ever had on a date. He was still getting used to thinking that about every date Stede took him on. They’d picked the movie together, and it was some dumb monster movie thriller. The movie was forgettable, but Ed loved the experience of sharing a big bucket of movie theater popcorn, sneaking sips from Stede’s slushie, clutching at Stede’s arm and hiding his face in his shoulder during the scary scenes…

And he was just so happy he forgot one of the rules.

Smiling so big still made his face hurt, and he stretched as he stood up, loving to see his beaming smile reflected right back at him on Stede’s face. “That was great!”

Stede scooped up their empty popcorn bucket, kissing him on the cheek, and he wrinkled his nose a bit as he glanced back at the credits rolling on the screen. “Did you really think so? I didn’t think it was very good.”

Ed froze, his smile dipping so quickly it felt unbelievable he’d ever been grinning like that in the first place. “Oh.”

He braced for impact. Stede was going to call him stupid, and tell him he had horrible taste, and he was never taking him to the movies again, and -

“I think,” Stede said, leading Ed down the aisle and tossing their trash in the bins, “that one was actually part of one of those cinematic universes. Wanna see if we can find the others streaming somewhere when we get home?”

Ed frowned, stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep himself from taking Stede’s hand. Was this some kind of trick? “Didn’t you just say you hated it?”

“Eh, hate’s a strong word, and you liked it.” Stede shrugged, frowning a bit at Ed’s expression. “Ed? Sweet pea, are you okay?”

Ed shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah. I’m sorry I dragged you into the dumb movie.”

“Love, we picked it out together.” Stede stopped Ed with a gentle hand on his arm, pulling him to the side. “We don’t have to like the same movies. It was worth seeing it, just because I like spending time with you. I had a lot of fun!”

“Oh.” Ed examined Stede’s face, watching for any sign of anger or mockery, and his smile felt tentative. “Okay. I had fun, too.”

“Great.” Stede kissed his cheek, and then they were heading back out to the car like Ed’s entire world hadn’t just turned upside down.

Ed decided to do a little test.

“Can we go get ice cream?” He asked as he buckled his seatbelt, watching Stede check his teeth for popcorn kernels in the rearview mirror.

“Sounds great,” Stede chirped. “You wanna pick the place?”

Moment of truth. Ed took a deep breath.

He clenched his hands into fists on his thighs, resisting the impulse to just suggest what he knew was Stede’s favorite ice cream parlor, even though it didn’t have Ed’s favorite flavors. “Can we go to Miracle Max’s?”

“Sure,” Stede said immediately.

“No, wait,” Ed blinked. “You hate Miracle Max’s.”

“It’s not my favorite, sure,” Stede frowned, “but it’s your favorite, and I picked last time. Ed, honey, seriously, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Ed said, slowly, hardly daring to believe his luck. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good.”

When he got himself a sundae with five different flavors, Stede just laughed and told him he loved it. Fuckin’ weird.

Over the next few days, Ed tried breaking more of his rules. He laughed louder, he wore a crop-top and earrings, he styled his hair differently. He told Stede when he didn’t want to go somewhere, he shared the things that interested him.

He hadn’t realized how truly small he’d been making himself until Stede started telling him that he just wanted Ed, as he was, as big as he wanted to make himself.

It was nice, to just get to be Ed.

#ofmd #ofmd fic

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knives-intheir-feet · 1 month

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the year is 2048 and i am lost in the woods looking for my third season of ofmd . I have morphed into a grotesque gollum-type creature who haunts the locals. and rhys ends up talking about me on his cryptid podcast

#ofmd

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knives-intheir-feet · 2 months

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Recolour (Original photo here)

#my heart skipped an actual beat at this photo #ofmd #our flag means death #how do we not get more of this 😭

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knives-intheir-feet · 2 months

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There's room in my blanket fort for anybody who wants to curl up in a ball and die. The door's the blue cushion. 💔

#ofmd #our flag means death

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knives-intheir-feet · 2 months

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The poison feels pretty poisonous right now 😞 So if you'd like to spread a bit of positivity, this fundraiser is still open for Mermaids, akt - the albert kennedy trust and Kaleidoscope Trust 💜🏴‍☠️🩵

I've set up a fundraiser, currently a choice between UK LGBTQ charities Mermaids and AKT to channel our sadness, say thank you to DJ and the whole crew and turn some Poison into Positivity.

Your donations would be amazing, all money goes directly to the charities through Just Giving.

Thanks crew 💜🌈🩵

I might add another couple of charity choices, if anyone has any suggestions.

#ofmd #our flag means death

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knives-intheir-feet · 2 months

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The news has solidified my plan to delete myself from fucking everywhere (currently going through logins and deleting 300+ accounts from over the years). Pretty much no one deserves my data or my money.

I've wanted to delete my Amazon account for fucking ages, because fuck them, but how do you own anything anymore??

My OFMD was purchased through Amazon, all Rhys's comedy and Taika's stuff and a million other purchases from my hyperfixations over the years. And I own these, but I don't. They took monies for me to own forever, but forever only if I keep my account.

How can I actually own things! I don't want to pirate, I'm happy to give my money to the people who make the things I love. But I already have. And the only way I can keep watching things is to keep an account I don't want.

I can't even purchase a version of RWRB or good omens 2 in this weird own it, but don't way. That's streaming only. Which is fucking ridiculous.

I hope they all fucking burn.