How to Take Care of Your First-Mate Who Has No Self-Care Skills 101. 🧜♂️🦄
(You cannot tell me that Izzy put an extra pillow under his own leg during the cursed suit try-on scene. I won't believe you. I've had this headcannon since the day S2E5 aired, so I had to draw it into reality! 🧜♂️🦄)
Stede and Ed do this cute little dancing around each other courtship thing with fabrics and candlelit dinners and You Wear Fine Things Well.
Ed and Izzy have this achy horny tender codependent hateful loving dynamic. They're the most divorced unmarried and the most married unmarried people on the seven seas. I have love for you I loved you best I could ouch ouch ouch.
Meanwhile Stede and Izzy are like. Fuck NASTY in the first chapter. Complete bitch4bitch energy. Izzy calls Stede a stupid motherfucker in front of seven other crew members with a mouth that still tastes like Stede's balls. The girls are fightiiiing. 'Don't look at my fucking boner when we fight' only they're BOTH hard and they're BOTH looking. And then Stede shows Izzy one (1) tenderness and it all falls apart.
Beating people up in little rooms, he knew were that led. And if you did it for a good reason, you'd do it for a bad one. You couldn't say "we are the good guys," and do bad guy things.
Terry Pratchett, Thud (via Samuel Vimes)
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Terry Pratchett's social commentary is impeccable as always. I love these lines. They're so simple yet so raw.
last night my partner held a somber little passover seder to show me what it’s about and when they got to the part where they were supposed to open the door for elijah they paused, frowned, and said “oh. huh. there is a clown.” and I looked out. and sure enough. there was a clown.
god I fuckign love ocs. my characters. my friend's characters. the characters of mutuals ive never spoken to. the characters of artists ive followed and maybe spoken to a little more. the characters of complete strangers I see in passing and think "aw that's cool". if you have ten fans I am one if you have one fan it is me etc etc. I love you
imagine going to a house party and ask to go to the bathroom and like theres a dark souls silver knight guarding a chest in there. and like you ask him to not look but he doesn’t respond at all. He’s not like agro, or staring at you with intent, but he’s FULLY aware of your presence and watching you like you intend to steal