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we-sail-ships-here · 6 months

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I wanna talk about Izzy’s death. This will by no means be the only post I make about this, I just wanna get my feelings out, while my initial thoughts are still fresh in my mind.

I think his death was perfect. And this is coming from someone who loves him so fucking much. Everyone who is saying his death was unnecessary and cruel needs to listen and I mean ACTUALLY LISTEN to what he said to Ed while he died.

“Blackbeard was us”

“I wanna go”

“Just be Ed”

How do you listen to that and then call his death pointless and say it’s “burying the gays” and a cheap narrative choice.

FUCK OFF

Izzy had a life, he spent time with the people he loved, he made mistakes, he was forgiven, and he got closure from ed and stede. He was always going to die the way all pirates die. Because deep down that’s what he is. A pirate.

He’s not like Ed and Stede, who both have a complicated relationship with piracy and all it involves. He’s a pirate. He’s been narrowly avoiding and escaping death every day of his life up until this moment.

Izzy is piracy, it makes sense for him to die like a pirate, gunshot wound to the stomach, wooden leg and all.

Now that I’ve got all that out of my system I’m going to grieve on my own in the darkness of my room.

#ofmd #our flag means death #gay pirate show #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #izzy hands #rip izzy hands #izzy my beloved #ofmd izzy #the izcourse

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thatsluttytiefling · 6 months

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I don't think we can "he's hiding in the walls" out of this one boys

#rip izzy hands #at least you got to do drag before you went #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers #our flag means death s2

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hang-on-lil-tomato · 5 months

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I wish I could say I found this, but someone else posted it, and before I could reblog it, tumblr washed it away.

all props to the OP!

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thekingofspin · 3 months

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father son Holy spirit

#cardinal richelieu #Sir Francis Walsingham #walsingham bill 2015 #rip izzy hands #peter capaldi #laurence rickard #larry rickard #izzy hands #isreal hands #con o neill #con o'neill #the musketeers #bill 2015 #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s3 #:(

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springybreak · 6 months

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the worst part isn’t even the fact that i related to him so much and i found comfort in him accepting himself and find a loving family, it’s not the fact that when he died he apologised for all the shit that he didn’t even need to and didn’t get one apology in return, it’s not the fact that he spent his whole life doing what he thought was best just to die for nothing, it’s not the fact that we will probably never find out about the little things like his ring or his tattoo, it’s not the fact that his unrequited love got to live happily with the person who took it all away from him, IT IS THE FACT that when he died no one fucking mourned. HIS FOUND FAMILY WHO CALLED HIM THEIR UNICORN IMMEDIATELY HAD A WEDDING AND FUCKED OFF. ED DIDNT EVEN LOOK SORRY. HE DIDNT FEEL ANYTHING. HOW DI YOU THINK THAT FEELS FOR SOMEONE WHO RELATED TO HIM SO MUCH. AM I JUST DESTINED TO DIE WITH NO ONE LOVING ME AT ALL.

#ofmd season 2 spoilers #izzy hands #rip izzy hands #another rant #i’m so sorry

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inkdrinkerofthevoid · 6 months

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Izzy Hands, Losing Dog

Wishbone, Richard Siken

#richard siken #wishbone #izzy hands #rip izzy hands #steddyhands #ofmd finale #ofmd #ofmd season 2

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cryptidatlas411 · 6 months

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Our flag means death episode eight spoilers below. If you haven't seen it yet- what're you doing? Go watch it!

Here is my take on Izzy's death.

I have seen a few people saying this is a "bury your gays" situation. It isn't. There were so many other queer characters that got their happy endings. What it was was poor writing.

I love this story. I adore these characters. But the way Izzy died? Killed by a stray bullet? Really? That doesn't feel like him at all. The whole season worked so hard to redeem him in the eyes of the audience, just to kill him?

I do not think he should have died. Period. It doesn't really add anything to the story. All it does is what? Help speed to Ed's arc? I hate that. I think that this, as he lay dying, was the first time he truly had Ed's entire attention the whole season, if not the whole show. Ed clearly didn't value him as he should have, and it makes me so angry that Ed is who they decided Izzy would want to die in the arms of. Him saying that he was ready to go? Right as he became happy with the people around him? It just doesn't make sense for the character. And him telling Ed that the crew loved him? No, they didn't. The crew loved Izzy and Stede. Izzy and Stede(moreso Stede than Izzy) love Ed and want him around. The crew put up with Ed because of that. If it weren't for those two, Ed would've been off the ship if not dead a while ago.

If he had to die, they should have given him a better death, like protecting a member of the crew from being hit or stabbed. He should have died in the arms of the crew, who did value him and see him for who he was. Who loved him so much, and who actually valued him for who he was. He should have had a burial at sea and not on land. He should have been buried with the prothstetic that the crew made for him, the prosthetic that he loved. He should have been buried with his mothers ring. He deserved better.

#ofmd season 2 #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd finale #ofmd ep 8 #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #rip izzy hands #our flag means death #con o'neill

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babyfoodslapsfr · 6 months

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It’s like midnight, I just spent the last 8 hours crying over ofmd and studying for my social issues test. I was about to go to bed and then I remembered i still haven’t watched loki. i’m getting no sleep.

#loki season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 finale #our flag means death #loki #lokius #studying #loki s2 #rip izzy hands

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cantchooseafav · 2 months

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R.I.P Izzy Hands

Okay. I know I'm late to the party, but I just finished season two of Our Flag Means Death.

*sigh*

I would just like to express how much Izzy hands meant to me as a character. From the beginning, he was most definitely my favourite character. I loved his gritty attitude, and the way he expressed his anger, which is much like me in many ways.

And I know that this may sound stupid. I mean he's a fictional character right?

But as an autistic person who gets hyper fixated on things, the characters mean so damn much to me, like they do to many people in the fandom, and his death happened so quickly and I'm just a little shell shocked if I'm honest.

Sorry. I just really had to tell someone. And this might not get any notes. And people might not care. But I will miss that stupid bastard.

R.I.P Izzy, you meant and still mean a lot.

#our flag means death #izzy hands #rip izzy hands

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autopsy-barista · 6 months

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The New Unicorn.

#artists on tumblr #fanart #artistssupportingartists #our flag means death #ofmd fanart #ofmd izzy #izzy hands #ofmd #rip izzy hands #ofmd season 2

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rabbitwithbutterflywings · 6 months

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They don’t really talk about it.

The elephant in the room— elephant in their lawn, Stede supposes, is a touchy subject. He never brings it up, anymore. The few times he’d tried Ed had either gotten angry or far, far too sad to do any real talking— so Stede leaves it up to him to bring up. Stede misses Izzy in his own, deep-down way. He doesn't particularly like talking about it either.

Life’s been good, for the most part. But for others, they just need some time. Stede’s happy to wait.

This morning when Stede wakes, Ed is already up. He’s sitting on the edge of their bed pulling up the long, woolen socks Stede had knitted for him a few weeks back. It’s snowing down hard outside; Stede can hear the flakes hit their window in rapid succession. He nuzzles down farther into bed just at the thought of the cold.

When Ed starts to get up, though, Stede makes his consciousness known.

“Where are you going?” He whisper-asks. It makes Ed stop.

“Just— out.” He answers. It’s that tone, the tone of dismissance that drives Stede a little crazy. Makes his heart hurt, a little. The tone laced with sadness, that Stede can healthily presume the cause of. Ed’s going to visit Izzy. He just knows.

“Stay warm.” Stede says, instead of beginning an argument about how Ed is surely going to get a cold going out in weather like this. If he does, Stede will be here to nurse him back to health. He can’t nurse what Ed’s feeling, and he surely cannot do anything about why he’s feeling the way he is. He needs to let Ed do what he needs to do. “Love you,” he says, just before Ed’s out the door.

He hears a soft, “you, too” before Ed’s walking down the short staircase. Stede can hear the burst of winter air enter their main room, and he cringes.

“He’ll be fine.” Stede assures himself. They’ll all be. Stede buries back down under the covers, and falls into a dream about unicorn shaped snowmen with pretty blue eyeshadow.

—

Stede wakes an hour later. The sun is slightly higher, and he’s comforted to see that the snow has lessened, just slightly. He gets up, stretches, does a lap of the house to see if Ed is back yet, but comes back Ed-less.

“He’ll be fine.”

Stede boils the kettle for soup and for tea. He sits at their table, and he waits. It’s hard to focus on anything, really, besides his worries about Ed— it’s hard to pull himself out of the spiral of how are we going to fix this? How are we going to deal with this? How are we going to be okay, how is Ed expected to grieve, how do I stop thinking about Izzy, this is supposed to be over by now, Izzy’s not supposed to be—

He hears something cut through the strong woosh of snow and wind. Stede, still holding the cup of tea in his hands, makes his way to their kitchen window. There, he has a direct view of Izzy’s grave, and subsequently Ed sitting next to it, rambling, gesturing to the wooden cross as if it is a real, living person.

“— And it’s just, fuck, man.” Stede hears Ed say. “I fucking miss you. N’ I know you’d hate me saying that, but it’s true, I can’t stop thinking about you. It makes me— you weren’t supposed to accept it. You were supposed to fucking fight, man. I know we weren’t always great, but—“ Stede watches Ed break down, right there in the snow. “I need to tell you that in fucking person.”

He watches as Ed folds into himself. He murmurs something into the wood that sounds too close to, “We were almost happy.”

Stede steps away from the window. A feeling he doesn't want to focus on long enough to name twists hot in his gut.

He collects dry clothes for Ed, for once he gets back in. Setting himself up at the table, there, he just waits. He knows it’s only a moment of time before—

There’s a knock at the door. It’s perplexing, for a moment, before Stede registers that there must be a reason.

The snow has stopped falling. He opens the door and curses the creak of it, bracing for the cold. Ed stands there, near trembling, and Stede can’t tell if it’s from the weather or the conversation.

“Can I—“ Ed starts, as Stede pulls him in.

“Silly man.” Stede mutters, nothing but fond. “Can I help you, darling?” He asks, gesturing to the sopping coat. Ed nods.

He’s sad. Stede can tell the redness in his eyes, the slump in his stance. He can’t fix it, but he can help.

Pliant, Ed lets Stede get him dry. Stede starts with his hair, wrapping it up in a towel, patting his face dry and replacing his now soaked and freezing day clothes with a thick cotton light gown.

“There’s tea for you, at the table. If you’d like.” Stede says after he’s done.

“I’d like.” Ed responds, going to sit down. His gaze is fixed to the window, still to Izzy’s grave, still thinking about something that Stede will never fully understand. Something deeply and purely Ed’s own.

With a small smile, Stede goes to join him. “It’s with elderberries.”

“What’s that?” Ed asks, breaking out of his trance.

“The tea. I brewed it with elderberries. It might be sweeter, if I did it right.”

Ed nods, smiling gently towards the mug. “I love you.” He says, downward, but Stede knows it’s for him.

“You, too.”

“I just—“ Ed swallows. “I need you to know that I love you. You feel it, right? You can’t— I need to know you know.”

“I feel it.”

“And you— okay. Fuck, okay. I just need you to know.”

Stede scotches a little bit forward in his chair. “You’re great at loving me.” Stede says, which makes Ed huff a little. “You— I know you love me. I do. I feel it. I know it’s— I know things have been hard. But know that I know, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Ed says. “Good.”

“And I love you, too. By the way.”

Ed smiles. “Thanks,” he says, before taking a sip of the sweet elderberry tea. “Hot.”

“Not too sweet?”

“Nah.” Ed says. He reaches forward to grab Stede’s hand, his fingers still chilled. When Stede looks up, Ed’s gazing back out the window.

They have days like this. Slow moving, languid days where one or both of them are stuck in the past.

They’ll talk about it, and they’ll cope, and they’ll honour Izzy, and they’ll deal with it.

But for now they just know. No words will make a difference.

Tea will be brewed, and tomorrow will come.

#our flag means death #archive of our own #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #rip izzy hands

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we-sail-ships-here · 6 months