When I see people being really mean to Ed I get so sad. He's two inches tall and you're being mean to him. Look at him and his big sad brown eyes. I'm putting him in my pocket and taking him away
The look on Ed's face here makes me crack up every time. He puts on a little smile and big eyes, one thing I love about Taika's acting is when most people would squint their eyes in a situation, he does the exact opposite. And it adds to the performance in countless ways.
No, y'know what? I love Season 2. I thought there was nothing wrong with Season 2 until I saw folks on here complaining about Season 2. I don't even care about the changes they might or might not have had to make, or the occasional pacing issues (Season 1 has pacing issues too, in places, but it's still great!).
THIS was the season that changed me. THIS was the one that made me go "huh, I need to think more about who I am."
Really tired of all the various caveats of "if only..." and "well, if Max hadn't..." and "this plot would've worked better..."
No. I love it. If it has to end there, I'm glad that's where it ends. I'd love to have more, but this worked so fucking well.
If you turn on any episode of hit television series Our Flag Means Death because you want "a 30 minute break," be aware that your break might turn into two and a half hours against your will as you become enamored anew by Ed's big princess eyes and Stede's earnest whimsy!
Had a rough day today, so to get away from thoughts I drew my beloved retired captains 💜 Love them and all of you and your kind words, that keeps me going!
up before the sun Edward Teach wakes up every morning out of habit and puts the kettle on while his darling husband snores sprawled on his side of the bed, and he scrounges up a quick breakfast and opens all the windows and sits on the surprisingly comfy lawn chair Stede supposedly won from a raccoon, and he looks at the overgrown garden slowly coming together and he closes his eyes and feels incredibly grateful that he gets to have all of this.
Stede Bonnet snuffles out of bed with the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders and the smell of buttered toast and tea and fresh sea air, and finds his husband asleep on the rickety lawn chair that he almost lost his life trying to get, softly moves the still warm cup of coffee, and carries Ed back to bed, to finish cooking the breakfast himself, and he feels incredibly grateful that he gets to have all of this.