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edandstede · 2 months

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i found ofmd not long after i’d come out as a gay trans man. i came out after years of knowing i was and deliberately repressing it, refusing to poke it or acknowledge it, terrified of it. i didn’t want to see it. couldn’t be me, if i ignored it it would go away. like stede, i would cry when i thought nobody could hear me. it was so lonely, shutting that part of myself off, and coming out just to my own close circle (not family at this point) was the scariest thing i’ve ever done.

this show… fucking hell, this show. it held me gently but firmly and told me in no uncertain terms that everything i knew about being a man was wrong, that i could be who i wanted to be and it was never too late to grab it with both hands. it helped me work through things in my head, consider myself in new ways, forced me to reflect. yes, i could be authentic, i could be flamboyant, i could wear what i want, i could be tough, vulnerable, effeminate, silly, a bit of a loser even. i could cry, i could try and fail and try again. i could be messy and human and deserve happiness and love. i could shape my life into something that truly makes me happy, and i could do it all with a family of my own choosing. i could be free.

it took this new and fragile existence for me, something i was still bricking it about, and reminded me of the utter joy of being queer and stepping into yourself properly. of community, belonging, expression, self-actualisation. i didn’t even realise how much i needed ofmd until i had it, and i could scarcely believe it was real! this brilliant gem, full of eccentricity and poignancy and just brimming with love, so much love, from every single direction. it was a breath of fresh air, just like it was for so many others. there’s never been anything quite like it and any future queer media like it has big shoes to fill.

i just turned 28, i’m finally out to my family as trans, i’m ready to send off my deed poll to change my name, i’m crowdfunding for top surgery and i’m in the process of being referred to a GIC. this show’s kindness, its unwavering love towards people like me, it bolstered my courage and bravery SO MUCH and i’ve taken steps towards getting the life i truly want that i never dared i’d take. i want to be myself, i want to stop holding myself back, i want to do things i’ve never been brave enough to chase before. isn’t that amazing? my life is finally an adventure i can’t wait for. and i’ve received so much love and support from all of you too - you’ve donated to my surgery fund, you’ve sent kind messages, you’ve connected with me about being trans. for all the negative stuff i’ve come across in this fandom, there’s double the amount of love and i’ve felt it first-hand.

i truly am not the same person i was before ofmd and that is so fucking brilliant, i couldn’t be more grateful. i’m heartbroken that, as of now, ofmd won’t be returning to us. but it has touched my life in such a special way, written on me in permanent ink, you might say. and i just think it’s a really lovely thing nobody can take away, this lasting impression. i’ll always carry ed and stede and the crew in my heart, even when the revenge is nothing more than scrap wood and old fabric.

:•) 🏴‍☠️❤️

#quill to paper #personal #long post

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bloodofvoid · 4 months

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Quietest Girl in Town Christmas Special!

I'm sorry if this seemed rushed, (I also noticed some people were doing secret santas and I just- didn't join for some reason, so uh- consider this my gift to all my lovely readers!)

Though you weren’t always a fan of the cold, you always loved one thing about your town: the snow. Now too much, not too little. Small white flakes floating down to the ground, decorating the houses and streets with glittering snow.

You loved it, you loved it so.

It was actually snowing right now, a gentle snowfall outside the Blackwood’s bakery. Constance had invited you in after it closed, exclaiming that she had an idea. And that idea was Christmas themed cookies.

About a week ago, Ocean had decided to host a Christmas party with the choir. She had proudly declared that everyone must contribute something to help set everything up.

You had already played your part, meeting up with Ocean at Noel’s house, setting up decorations with the flamboyant singer. His mother was delighted that Ocean wanted to have the party there.

Noel had decided to set up games as you and Ocean worked, conspiring with his mother about what to do. After you and the soprano had finished setting up, he had declared that cards and board games would be played.

Ricky had gone to you, him and Penny deciding to make a bunch of hand-made gifts for everyone. Ricky was a talented crocheter, his works of art had always amazed you. Penny meanwhile had a knack at making jewelry, her creativity appalling others.

Then there was Mischa. Your rough loving boyfriend had basically sobbed to you about his worries of not knowing what to do to help. Initially, he was going to bring over heavy alcohol for everyone, but Ocean was quick to scratch out that idea.

So, with your help, you had gotten Mischa to work with Rick and Constance’s mother to cook a lovely dinner. Surprisingly enough, he had quite the charm in cooking. Ukrainian dishes were delicious, and you were delighted you got to try them.

“-ed or green?” Constance’s voice knocked you out of your thoughts, and you tore your gaze away from the window.

“Sorry, what?” you asked, rubbing your hands together.

Curse your luck, and that you forgot to bring warm clothes. Of course the heater had to break the moment you got to the bakery.

“I was asking if we should use the red or green box for the cookies,” she repeated, offering a light smile as she gestured to the two boxes.

One was green, with darker speckles. Though if you looked closer, you notes that they were mini designs of wreaths, small, barely noticeable bows adorning the leaves. There was also small prints of snowflakes outlining the clear part, where one would look inside to see the awaiting treats.

The other one was red, with a mix of designs that included: candy canes, santa hats, and reindeer.

Reindeer. That reminded you of a fun time. It was early December, and you were arriving at Mischa’s house to help him with homework. He had come to you, panicking about his grades.

You were pleased to see he cared.

You had helped him out, and went back home. Easy as pie. But unbeknownst to you, Mischa wanted to pay you back. So one day, when you came to visit him, you were met with the Ukrainian in the backyard with a reindeer.

To say you were flabbergasted was an understatement. Now you had a reindeer, being boarded at the local barn in town. You had shown the owner the furry creature, and although confused, she allowed you to keep him there.

You named him Mikey.

A soft smile graced your features, before you picked up the red box, turning back to Constance with a smile.

“This one,” you told her, flashing a toothy grin.

She nodded, taking the box and skittering over to the cookies. They were a mixture of sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, and chocolate chip cookies. You and Constance had to check with everyone to make sure that they liked those kinds of cookies.

With combined help, the both of you had packaged them into two of the red boxes, topping them with a green bow. Now, all you had to do was get to Noel’s house, where everyone was most likely waiting.

“My fingers are gonna freeze off,” you complained, holding the first red box closely to your chest.

“Not my fault you forgot to bring gloves,” Constance joked, giving you an amused look. “We could always share mine.”

A small laugh bubbled from your throat, but you were quick to wave her off, politely declining.

As you two left the bakery, you shared a small, quiet, conversation. The snow continued to fall, decorating your h/c locks with small, white flecks. While it would do the same to Constance, she had a fluffy, pink beanie on, so her hair was covered.

The snow crunched from underneath your fluffy boots, leaving a trail of footprints as you strode towards your friend’s home. It was a basic house, white paint, and smoke slowly trailing up into the cloudy sky.

Constance came up to the door, shifting the box in her arms to free a hand. She then rapped her knuckles against the wood, making a quiet, yet noticeable sound. A few moments later, it opened up.

Noel’s mother, or Michelle, greeted the both of you, a bright smile adorning her lips. She wore a mustard yellow sweater, with blue jeans and ugg boots. Her brown locks framed her face perfectly, doe-brown eyes glinting cheerily.

“Hey you two!” she chirped, beckoning with a smile. “Come on inside, you two must be frozen by now!”

You were quick to oblige, rushing in after Constance. Thankfully, the dining room was near, and you were able to place the red box down. The house was warm, easing the frost that had gathered on your lashes, the red in your skin slowly disappearing.

“I feel frozen,” you commented, giving Michelle a smile as she helped set out the cookies.

As you blew warm air into your palms, you failed to take notice of the footsteps slowly approaching from behind. You only realized someone was there when you felt two large arms wrap around your waist, and the firm chest pressed against your chest.

“You’re as cold as ice,” Mischa mumbled, his voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled into your hair. “Why don’t you have any mittens, or a sweater?”

Amusement crossed your face, trying to look up at your boyfriend to no avail. You brought one of your hands up, gently pressing it to his cheek, causing him to recoil. A warm laugh slipped, and you rolled your eyes.

“I forgot to bring one,” you admitted, smiling out of embarrassment. “Was in a rush.”

Mischa hummed disapprovingly, pulling away from your figure. You were able to turn around and face him, seeing the Ukrainian dressed in a thick green sweater, one that had ‘Happy Xmas!’ embroidered in red. He also wore a white beanie that had fluff at the top.

He immediately grabbed at the hem of the sweater, pulling it off of his figure to reveal a messy t-shirt underneath. Mischa then grabbed your hand, opening up your fingers and placing the sweater in your palm, pressing it to your chest.

“Keep it,” he insisted. “I’ll be fine.”

You paused, before giving him a huff, puffing your cheeks. Though you wanted to protest, you knew there was no point in arguing with him. It was practically impossible with Mischa.

You gently slid it on, a rushed scent of pine, honey and smoke washed over your nostrils. It offered a certain kind of warmth that was perfect, keeping you cozy inside the fabric.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, reaching down to gently hold Mischa’s hand.

He replied with a nod, guiding you throughout the house to where the rest of the choir was.

As soon as the two of you got inside, you were met with chaos. Penny and Ricky were in the corner, panicking as Noel tried to open all his presents. Meanwhile Ocean was trying to get Noel to stop, handling him like a dog. And there was Constance, who stood in the back, giving you a nervous smile.

Thankfully, Michelle managed to get him to stop, with Noel whining like a kicked puppy. As the chaos died down, Penny and Ricky took notice of your presence, smiling and waving you over.

You gave Mischa a pat on his arm, before quickly skittering over to the duo, smiling brightly.

As soon as you got to Penny, she presented you with a little bag stuffed with tissue paper. You blushed, taking it with a quiet thanks. You dug inside, bringing out a small, yet cute green beanie that had a little ball of fluff at the top.

“Goodness Penny,” you breathed, smiling as you fit it atop your head. “This is adorable, thank you, again.”

“Of course,” she replied, patting your shoulder.

It didn’t take long for Ocean to call everyone together, her voice booming and loud. Everyone was quick to gather around, all sitting next to each other in pairs. Penny and Ricky, Constance and Ocean, Michelle and Noel, and you and Mischa.

Michelle had made some hot cocoa, and the piping hot liquid was the perfect warmer for your hands. You held the purple mug in your hands, keeping it close as you gently blew onto it.

Mischa basically hovered over you as everyone opened their presents, draping his arms around your torso. You had received a few gifts, and you loved them all. A pair of mittens, a record, and some clothes.

Though now it was the end of the day, with only one present left. It was a small box wrapped in green wrapping paper, topped with a white bow. Your brow furrowed as she came forward, picking up the box.

It was for you, from Mischa.

“I thought I said you didn’t need to get me anything,” you told him, turning around to face the Ukrainian.

Your boyfriend shrugged, gesturing for you to open it.

With a sigh, you obliged. Your fingers carefully worked through the paper, trying your best not to rip it. Underneath was a white box, with a simple top. You gently took it off, peeking inside.

It was a ring, small and gold, with a peridot in it, the gem well cleaned. It instantly clicked for you, it was a matching ring to the one Mischa wore on his pinkie, with his birthstone engraved into it. (This is something I like to call a man's gift.)

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, giving him a gentle, thankful smile. “Thank you Mischa.”

You gently strode over to him, but he already had whirled around your backside, giving you another behind hug, resting his head upon your covered head. His form was relaxed, opposite to his usual tense nature.

Constance smiled giddily, trying her best to not explode. She was quick to grab Ocean’s hand, rushing over to your left side and giving you a side hug.

Penny grabbed Ricky and Noel, joining the massive group hug. Soon enough, Michelle joined after some convincing from her son. You felt warm, at peace. No more games, no more death.

All you needed was your family.

“Merry Christmas, everyone.”

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa rtc #female reader #ride the cyclone x reader #christmas #Technically canon but like- not apart of the main timeline

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grap3 · 7 months

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Apparently people are clowning on merman stede?

As someone who relates heavily to a widely flamboyant chubby guy I would simply like to say.

Damn imagine seeing a whole merman and thinking it's cringe. I'm sorry you're not whimsical, big guy. Justice for Ed and the other merman lovers

#merman stede #ofmd 2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd #our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death

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connorntofficial · 5 months

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sketch of Ed feeling contemplative over his gender and presentation!!

also im gonna talk about him being agender!!!

Ed is agender, its something that is always present within his character, despite him not knowing hes agender it does play a big part in how he presents himself! he is happy with how he looks, he likes having his long hair, his facial and body hair, he likes his face, his body, his voice, he likes how he dresses and he just overall likes how he looks! which is why it feels so weird when he looks in the mirror and gets disturbed by how much he looks like a man. he uses he/him pronouns, he likes being referred to as a "husband" or "boyfriend" he likes those terms! but he feels weird when people act like he is a MAN. its a very vague and for him, an impossible to articulate feeling. he doesnt have the language to be able to express how he feels snd he doesnt have a good enough understanding pf himself or gender to even know how he feels!

he knows he isn't a woman, Ed doesn't identify with anything feminine! Ed moreso just identifies with flamboyance. He doesnr know exactly how to fix this feeling because he doesnt want to be feminine, he doesnr want to be masculine, and he doesnt want to be androgynous! he likes how he looks he likes how he presents himself! he just doesnr want to be seen as a man!

but he doesnt know that, and he doesnt know how to ever express that. so sometimes he will look in the mirror and consider shaving, he'll wonder if wearing different clothes would help, if trying to change how his body or face looks would help at all. he never does any of these things, he doesnr want to! again he likes the way he looks! he just doesnt like that everyone views him as a man when he isnt and has no way to tell people otherwise!

#batman #edward nashton #edward nygma #gotham #gotham riddler #dc riddler #ed nygma #riddler fanart #also him growing up in the 50s-60s doesnt help #ask how bad his toxic masculinity issues are #they are BAD!!!

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reitheist · 8 months

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im rewatching ofmd s1 for the 5th(?) time and I love picking up something new every time.

like I never realized just how attached fang got to lucius after being sketched. he helps care for him pre and post-finger cutting, is the one to throw his finger in the ocean, and in the 9th ep apologizes to him for insulting his boyfriend lmao. fang got flirted with once by the most charming funny flamboyant man and immediately decided to take him under his wing. it's so sweet. fang is a character who is just so dear to my heart

everyone prob noticed this while it was airing but I just wanted to share my excitement haha

makes me quite curious if they're gonna carry that throughline to the second season... like if fang is gonna be secretly depressed/pissed at ed for lucius' "death," maybe connecting it to the doggy heaven thing. either way ill be so excited if they get to interact again! any fang content is good content

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #fang ofmd #lucius spriggs

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biceratops7 · 2 years

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I love how

Our Flag Means Death subverts character expectations and avoids stereotypes in little ways. Like Stede is this flamboyant man with fancy colorful clothes, but he loves being outdoors. Dude will spend hours in the most sticky ass jungle looking at bugs. It also took him the entire show to truly understand and accept that he’s gay and in love.

Meanwhile Ed presents as the absolute picture of masculinity, and literally all that man wants is to be clean and comfortable. Bugs and trees? No thank you, fuck that shit. He pointedly has a thing against things being messy or dirty, banning pets because of the waste they produce and cleaning his room when he knows it’s negatively effecting his mental health. And as for the other thing usually the more straight passing one is given the arch of realizing their sexuality and accepting their self. But instead that plot goes to the more obviously camp of the two and Ed knows full well from like day one he already has it down bad. He’s gay? Old news. Completely unphased by wanting to kiss a man and actually does it. Already has an ex.

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #Blackbeard #Edward teach #Stede bonnet #meta #analysis #biceratops

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phemiec · 24 days

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your penguin is everything to me... do you have any specific headcanons abt him / ed

I’ve been obsessed with Gotham lately so my versions are basically them post-series, like when they’re around 50ish, another decade after they’ve been out of prison. and of course I’ve changed their appearances but they’re basically an AU of that.

I kind of love how fucked up their stupid relationship is in canon, so I can’t grantee my versions don’t try to kill each other still occasionally. But they also got married at one point, probably divorced and remarried like seven times actually.

I like the idea that blackgate made Oswald a little more serious and guarded as opposed to when he was younger and just a screaming raw nerve of a man, whereas Arkham just made Ed more unhinged, emotional, integrated with his flamboyant riddler side, so they end up meeting in the middle and sort of falling into a new normal.

Just….soooo much baggage tho, and when their relationship starts they would still much rather stab each other or make out than actually talk about their past like grownups. And then it just gets silly when they're old and tired and painfully domestic cuz they still are like “I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip” meanwhile they’ve adopted several dogs and just got back from their tenth anniversary cruise. They’re a mess.

#nygmobblepot #riddlebird #their love language is indistinguishable from a hate language #do they even talk about the time Oswald killed Ed’s girlfriend then Ed shot him and pushed him off a pier?#fucking of course not #instead it’s #you never unloaded the dishwasher so now I’ve put you in a room with deadly neurotoxin and several fiendish puzzles #or I poisoned your wine for fun but I forgot you’re only drinking white because of heartburn so let’s just watch tv and order Greek #Asks #anonymous #i hate them (affectionate)

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legerdomain · 1 year

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Now that I've gotten myself talking about suits: I don't see anybody talking about the tiny differences between Ed and Riddler's suits in season 4

#?#it is so much easier to talk in the tags im shy sorry you guys.#Riddler's first suit from season 3 becomes a hand-me-down for Ed #Because we see Ed wear it and he wears it differently!!! the tie is undone and he doesn't bother to button up the vest #(Because he's so damn miserable that whole darn season)#Anyway when Riddler comes back after Ed gets sent to superhell by Oswald he wears a completely different suit #Riddler's suit is double-breasted and has peaked lapels and he wears a black tie #Which is so ??? interesting of the fashion department to decide to do this #And I mean? I get it. Because a peaked-lapel double-breasted suit is SO much more louder than the notch-lapeled single-breasted suit Ed has #And a bit. y'know... *vague gesture* flamboyant.#because he's the riddler and the riddler likes to be loud and flamboyant and is proud of it because he's crazy.

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amuseoffyre · 1 year

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I was mulling on how well OFMD does layers and layers of storytelling in such understated way with framing and sets and dialogue that carries so much weight without beating you over the head with exposition. Especially when it comes to the text and subtext of the history of the characters and what is happening in context.

Like every scene has a surface read, but there’s also so much more going on underneath. It’s like the many strands of threads used in weaving, where even when the things aren’t said directly and out loud, they’re present and building depth and colour to what’s happening.

I’ve picked a couple of examples which tell so much with so little.

Even this frame gives so much context without a word: Ed is from a poor background, his father is pictured beside a tankard of alcohol, his mother is dressed in servant’s clothing and he and his mother are very much separated from his father who is halfway into the shadows.

Then we have the impact of colonisation show in the words and presentation of Ed’s mother. She and Ed are both played by Māori actors, while Ed’s father is white. The way she talks about not being “those kind of people” and “it’s up to God” were lessons drilled into the many Indigenous children who were taken from their families and communities to be forcefully assimilated in church-run schools in British colonies, where they were taught English, indoctrinated into Christanity and were usually trained for roles in domestic service (for girls) or manual labour (for boys).

In three lines and with some simple set dressing and costume, they have set up not only Ed’s own history, but the history of his family and culture and how that impacted him and continues to impact him.

Another scene where this is intensely evident is in the Privateering academy:

For the first time, Ed and Stede are in the same clothing. On a surface read, this puts them on an equal footing, with them both being in the same situation. But once again, colonialism rears its ugly head in the context, especially in regards to Ed.

As mentioned before, the British colonies created schools with the declared intention of educating and improving the well-being of indigenous populations, while the reality was cultural erasure, indoctrination and genocide.

A lot of these schools demanded the pupils all dress in uniforms and in most cases demanded the children abandon all aspects of their culture. The fact that Ed has to physically change his appearance upon arrival in this British-run academy - it wasn’t regulation, it had to go - is a call-back to that legacy.

While less pointed, Stede has also been forced to assimilate into the more traditional and masculine attire. Even in the 1700s, there are accounts of queer men being described as too colourful and flashy and in the academy scenes, they have stripped his flamboyant soft queerness away from him, pushing him into the stiff, colourless cultural masculinity that is represented by the British forces throughout the show.

I could go on and on but it is very cold and I am very sleepy, but I will finish on a note about the Act of Grace and specifically on Hornberry’s “it’s boilerplate, absolution for your terrible crimes, blah-di-blah-di-blah.”

That line alone carries the weight of every single treaty arranged by the British when they colonised countries and it is a very pointed barb because it turns out that the British were very good at loopholing the hell out of their treaties, making sure certain turns of phrase could be re-interpreted to their advantage, something that is still impacting many people today.

The fact that Ed - and Taika - is the one to say “that’s where all the tricks are” is especially loaded given the history of the Treaty of Waitangi in Aotearoa and how the British interpreted it to their benefit.

There’s so much history built into the body of the show and I love that it’s there, adding depth and weight, a realness which I think is what has caused so much resonance with the audience. It provides a grounding foundation and while yes, the show is a comedy and is very funny, the history is always there too.

#our flag means death #ofmd meta #long post #thinkie thoughts

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