Roach giving the finger to Izzy's grave marker like it's a salute - fantastic, excellent work
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I think the most awesome thing of OFMD is that in their universe there are no labels.
Literally 💫✨No one fucking care✨💫 about who you're into. No one even lives the drama of being queer.
It's a free world.
It's normal being who you are.
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Hello Hello!
So I started a new project of design/sticker making, and have shifted from a RedBubble to a Threadless account. Anyway, here's the link and some images of my OFMD designs.
https://chattyaddieart.threadless.com/collections/ofmd
Cheers!
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I know it’s silly, but in episode nine when the crew repeats, “We talk it through, as a crew” to the English officers and Stede’s little face lights up, my little face lights up, too. We’ve all earned that moment.
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everyone’s season 2 headcanons are SO GOOD if this show gets cancelled we should just make a big google doc and collectively write another eight seasons
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I’m still grumpy about Our Flag Means Death getting canceled and hopefully it can get renewed elsewhere! Buuut in the mean time, look at the rainbows and cuteness! Shop link!
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Hey bro are u ok? Bro your character arc is making it seem like you’re doomed by the narrative bro
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Can’t decide which sticker I liked better so I made both.
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My second sell on Redbubble was an OFMD sticker and I’m fucking stooooooooked! So happy!
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I love that “Ed?” “Better alive than dead,” and “Edward Teach, born on a beach,” come shortly after Ed admits to himself that he’s ride-or-die for Stede. You fall in love with the man who came up with “We talk it through, as a crew,” and suddenly you find yourself going around rhyming.
Although our dark career
Sometimes involves the crime of stealing,
We rather think that we’re
Not altogether void of feeling.
Although we live by strife,
We’re always sorry to begin it,
For what, we ask, is life
Without a touch of poetry in it?
Hail, Poetry, thou heav’n-born maid!
Thou gildest e’en the pirate’s trade.
Hail, flowing fount of sentiment!
All hail! All hail! Divine emollient!
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