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sound on! tw flashing lights! tiny ed and stede are still living rent free in my head and that's rly the only explanation I have for this idk
inspired by the collab a few days ago between me and @bird-divorce and @blakbonnet, all credit for the adorable goldfish car design goes to eli <3
It had been such a stupid argument.
They couldn't decide on what color they wanted to paint the walls in the library (which wasn't even really a library, yet, on account of there were only five books in there). It shouldn't have been a big deal, but they'd both doubled down, snapped at each other, and Ed had slammed the door behind him as he stomped off.
And now here he was, sitting on the porch steps, chin resting on his knees, because he didn't want to be too far away from Stede, even if he was a little pissed at him.
He couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of sign. If they could get themselves so worked up over paint, then what did that say about their chances for any long-term future?
He turned his head as the front door opened, and Stede was taking in a deep breath, ready to yell so loudly you could hear it down the beach. "EEEEEEDDD!"
"Christ, man, don't shout," Ed snorted. "I'm right here."
"Oh." Stede deflated a bit, and his shoulders slumped as he plopped down next to Ed on the steps. "I expected you would've got...further."
Stede was holding Ed's knee brace, which he obviously hadn't taken the time to put on before stomping off. Ed took it, sat it behind them on the porch, and replaced it with his hand instead.
"I'm sorry I yelled," Ed said quietly. "It's just paint, it's not a big deal."
"And I'm sorry I got so stubborn about it," Stede said, raising their joined hands to his lips to press a kiss to Ed's fingers. "We're still boyfriends, right?"
"I still love that we're boyfriends," Ed corrected, bumping their shoulders together just to make Stede smile. "I'm not gonna want to leave you over one little spat."
"Good. Because I still love that we're boyfriends, too."
"Hey, Stede?" Ed waited patiently for Stede to meet his eyes. "Why did we get so upset about paint?"
"I dunno," Stede shrugged. "Maybe because this is...the first room that's done? That's where I'm at, I think."
"Feels big, yeah. Like it's a big deal."
"And it makes it feel real -"
"Real," Ed nodded. That was a good word for it. "Like, we're doing this. That's our house."
"And it has to be perfect."
"Paint's not permanent ink, though," Ed said, after a moment. "If we decide we don't like it, we can fix it later."
"Yeah." Stede leaned his head on Ed's shoulder, and Ed rested his cheek against his forehead. "But a love like ours..."
"That's permanent," Ed finished, and he could feel Stede's smile against his cheek when Stede turned to kiss him.
They'd butt heads. They were determined, stubborn fuckers, the both of them. But Stede was Ed's most important person in the world, and he was Stede's, and even if they got mad at each other, if they'd always find each other again...
Yeah. Ed was beginning to trust in the knowledge that they'd be okay.
@ EdandStede5ever on Twitter has put forth an initiative to text/email BBC Radio tomorrow and request OFMD songs to celebrate #OurFlagBBC! You all know what to do: descend, polite menaces! Info in the graphics below by @ TeeHeeSeason3 on Twitter! 🐙🏴☠️
It’s Groundhog’s Day, and that means it’s time for a #OFMD Replay! What’s your favorite recurring theme/motif in the show? Tell us in a comment/reblog! Jeff’s is the usage of Kraken imagery/symbolism of course 🐙🏴☠️
♡ Hold me close and hold me fast ♡
Disability will have you thinking shit like “I’m not even that disabled. I can manage as long as I limit myself to very specific careers, never go shopping for more than an hour or two at a time, keep my plans open so I can cancel and stay in if need be, and only go out a few nights per week at the most”
Go all the way off
[Video id: a man edited to be sitting in a jail cell, miming singing along to a song. The video cuts to the close up of a priest, where he starts angrily rolling up a newspaper. He smacks the camera about six times with the newspaper and starts quietly yelling and occasionally hitting the screen for emphasis.
"Stop it! Stop! Stop the whining and the sniveling right now! There are Christians in this world who are oppressed, yes. There are Christians in North Korea who can't go to worship without risking being thrown into a Gulag. There are Christians in Palestine who can't even get to their churches because of Israeli checkpoints and walls. You are not oppressed as a Christian in this country. Quit your sniveling whining! That savior you claim to serve said take up your cross and follow him and you're whining and crying because what? Because nobody's letting you treat gay people like shit anymore?! What the hell is wrong with you? Quit whining! Stop it!"
End id.]
I'm cackling. Love it.
Get their asses Padre
I started with sort of a matador. But then I did a little 18th century sort of a dandy twist on it, where we had these tails that came out from the back. The second I put it on Rhys, he's like flicking them, and he's spinning around, and all of a sudden he's standing up with his chest out like a matador. And his whole persona changed the minute we put him in this little Spanish outfit. [x]
Today I rewatched all of season 2 with a friend who hadn't had the chance to see it, and it's really true that if the pacing seemed off to you as it aired, try watching it altogether. It flows so well when you're not spending a week in between episodes hyping up theories and over-analyzing throwaway lines.
The rewatch hammered home how lucky I feel to have this show! It's so good, friends. I'm so incredibly grateful we got this show.
Some of the little things that I didn't appreciate on first watch that I just adored on a rewatch:
Such! A! Good! Show!! If you didn't like the pacing on first watch, take my word for it, try a rewatch.
#OFMD
OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH Edward 'Blackbeard' Teach in Season 2
For the first time in my life, I'm truly and fully present. I used to view the sea as a battlefield, but now I can appreciate the bounty it has to offer, and all of the natural beauty that surrounds it. I am but a humble wanderer, blessed with this feast, no better than a heron, or a blade of grass, or some sand, or like... I don't know, a wave or something.
okay but like. ngl loreen coming back ten years later with basically the exact same performance is a little bit. how do you say it. Sad.
