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#stede x ed
verk0my · a day ago
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love is a dagger
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0psique1099 · a day ago
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Flufftober Day 3: Taking Care of the Other
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sugashook · 2 days ago
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dušo već si mi u venama
(ed and stede as vampire and werewolf for spooktober(goretober) )
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athenashaw · a day ago
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Ed built the blanket fort in Stedes library.
He made himself a home in the place Stede loved, surrounded by things Stede loved.
Wearing the dressing gown Stede loved.
Because he wanted so badly to be something Stede loved.
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jellynut · 4 months ago
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It might be easier than you think.
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hewoweens · 5 months ago
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you'll never guess what i watched lol
tiny man as a bonus:
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ynngaa · 5 months ago
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I’m so hooked on this right now
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comfortablynumb · a month ago
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Okay, so let me see if I understand correctly:
Boys wanting to write poetry is a metaphor for boys wanting the freedom to make out in the back of old bookstores and to wear lipstick while reciting Shakespearean sonnets without having to hear the constant disapproval of others
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Men running away to become pirates is a metaphor for men running away from the safe, heteronormative lives society forced them into in order to start a more genuine, albeit more dangerous, life for themselves
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Nerdy teens fighting monsters together is a metaphor for teens who were once outcasted by their community for being different helping each other to confront their trauma and to become the heroes of their own stories
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And women playing baseball is a metaphor for women reclaiming their femininity after spending most of their lives being told they’re “not real girls” because they don’t fit the mold the patriarchy wants them to fit into
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But ultimately all of them are just metaphors for a friend group being gayer than the fucking fourth of July
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asongaboutpirates · 6 months ago
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Another little detail about OFMD that makes me go feral: The song the Swede sings in 1x06, immediately after Ed put the dagger away, is called Voi che sapete. It’s a Mozart aria about a young man who experiences love for the very first time and is dazzled by it. Cut to Stede who says “Oh, this is my cue.”
And then, THEN he says: “The siren song has awoken a beast”, meaning the kraken, and if that isn’t fucking brilliant foreshadowing about Ed’s love for Stede being what ultimately leads him to unleash the kraken again.
*insert ‘I connected the dots’ gif here*
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valc0 · 5 months ago
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The unexpected intimacy of having a scar in the same position as your crush.
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verk0my · 16 hours ago
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the world is brighter than the sun now that you're here
you can get a print here: inprnt!
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0psique1099 · 10 hours ago
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Flufftober Day 4: Afterglow
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loathsomecowboyy · 4 months ago
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the Kraken’s out for blood (art by @lydsirabella on IG)
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erinyoungerart · 3 months ago
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Winning him back 🌕
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xjade-lotusx · 5 months ago
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I'd like a show where two gay dumbasses fall in love but for women now please
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nelythseed · 6 months ago
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Based on that PotC scene-
(Tumblr don't shadowban me again pretty please I just wanna show my blorbos)
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menaceanon · 5 months ago
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The thing about the “you wear fine things well” scene is like. Let’s take this from Ed’s perspective.
You’re the meanest sonofabitch on the seven seas. Everybody knows your name. You reputation alone can win the day before you even fire a shot.
And you are fuckin bored.
So bored that the instant you get wind of some weirdo who appears to not be even a little impressed by you, you run to meet him. And by god, the first thing he says to you and your lustrous black beard is: “Do you work for Blackbeard?”
It immediately rotates your worldview. “Never thought of it like that before. Yeah, I suppose I do.”
But then he tells you about retirement. And you think, yeah. Yeah, actually, that sounds great. How do I do that?
Well, a fuckery of course! A good one, too. Something worthy of Blackbeard, with a tiger or something. But the important part is that there’s a corpse—the corpse of a man you made sure is similar enough to you in height and build to wear your clothes.
So now you’ve got a plan. You’re great at plans! And all you have to do is learn how to be a fancy ponce so you can go live the fancy ponce retirement of your dreams. Easy as that. How hard can it be to learn how to use silverware?
But it all goes wrong, doesn’t it? Catastrophically wrong. You struggle with the basics because you panic, and when’s the last time you panicked? Then you’re laughed out of a room by people who would wet themselves if they knew who you really are, and it occurs to you, suddenly, miserably, that if you go through with this, if you choose this life, you will never have that crutch again, because Blackbeard will be dead.
Worst of all, though, is the blooming doubt that this is what you want. This glittering world is meant to be your scrap of silk writ large. You’re not sure if it is, any more. You’re not sure if a world like that exists.
Now what?
Well. Now, along comes this silly man. You wrote him off as naïve because why else would he ever want to be a part of your world? Why would he claim he wanted to be “like Blackbeard” when he has his secret passages and model ships and summer linens? But you’ve seen what he’s running away from, now. You’ve seen he’s as much a master of that world as you are of yours. And you feel understood. You feel like an equal.
So when he tells you in the moonlight that you belong with that piece of silk, and it belongs with you, you believe, suddenly, that there’s a place in the middle, between your worlds, where you’re still yourself but you wear silk and eat marmalade and talk to handsome men in the moonlight. And Stede fits there, too.
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