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more stories to tell (I’m devastated 😥)

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i can make up a million scenarios about their s3 wedding but it simply won't be the same 💔

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YES 🍹🍹🍹 to characters in their 40s starting over and trying stuff and being reborn and falling in love and being cringe and being themselves! something I really needed… but 🍹 to ALSO just some of the funniest writing and acting I have seen, a fucking delight of an ensemble, and a visual world to fully get lost in ❤️

Yeah a show that touched a deep place in our hearts that reawoke a passion for life in many of us is over, but you fuckers forgot one very important thing

It’s Calypso’s motherfucking birthday

I’m gonna need everyone to reblog this and raise a glass (metaphorically or not) to something you love about this show or this weird little corner of the internet.

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we need to hug it through as a crew right now

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It was good while we had it. It really was. It wasn't perfect, but nothing is. It gave us a cast of queers of all types who were allowed to be people, not stand-ins for some token nod towards representation.

It gave me two idiots that healed something I didn't know was missing. It told me it's never too late to figure yourself out and work towards your own happiness, regardless of what the people around you think.

We got three canon queer couples. THREE. And then a basically canon throuple! That was really cool!

I've met so many wonderful people in this fandom, and I would not trade that for anything.

Be kind to yourselves today, friends. I love you.

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lost for words tbh.

if amassing a major cult following and selling merch and being in the #1 streaming spot and having hundreds of people clamouring for s3 on social media isn’t enough

then what fucking is

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missing the murder wives today 🔪

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i hope everything gets easier soon. or at least funnier. amen

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My therapist just told me my problem is that I need to write more fanfiction.

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"You won anyway. And I was late!"

"Boom! Crash! That's what I'm talking about! Fuck scissors!"

"Bitch!"

"See? You lost. And I didn't even look. Next!"

"See you later, boy!"

"Yes! There you go! I cheated."

"Bah! Humbug."

"I win!"

"I win!"

"Why?" - "I'm sorry." "What does it mean?" - "It just means I won."

fifth attempt "ruibo! come on!"

David Fane laughing "Do I win? Defeats everything!"

[behind the flag - pirate rock, paper, scissors]

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Stede saving Ed from nature!

I regret to confess this idea went way too far for a doodle, anon.

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i found a genre of longform videos that is just 8-10 hours of someone driving around freeways during thunderstorms and i have a lot of thoughts about this but also: stede the driver who films long pov driving vids and extremely stressed ed who gets addicted to his channel

it's meditative, and it reminds ed of being in the car with his mum, driving across aotearoa. he feels like she's there with him sometimes. but the more he watches, the more he becomes aware of the driver--a sigh here, the shuffle of fabric in the seat there.

there's almost no information about him on his channel, the gentleman driver, not even a name or a pic, and ed becomes a little fixated on picking up details about him. doesn't happen often, but once or twice ed catches the driver humming a few beats before falling silent again, clearing a throat, sighing, clicking his throat like he's talking silently to himself.

once, on hour six of a ten hour vid, ed's rewarded by the view of an elegant hand reaching across the screen to grab something that must be on the dash in front of the camera. four seconds ed plays over and over.

"is there someone in the car with you while you drive?" ed asks in a comment. "or is it just you?"

the gentleman driver writes back, "just me and the open road!"

maybe it's the format that makes ed ask, the anonymity. maybe he's just half asleep. "don't you ever get lonely?"

it's days before the gentleman driver writes back again. "do you?"

ed's not got an answer for that. or, he does, but not one he's willing to face head on. he asks instead how the gentleman driver chooses his routes.

the driver doesn't get very many comments and definitely not very many questions, and soon they're having little conversations in the comments of every video. ed gets another glimpse of that elegant hand, with a big turquoise ring, freckled forearm; hears another few bars of 'here comes the sun' hummed.

then the driver does something new: he stops at a rest stop.

and he leaves the camera rolling.

ed watches in rapt fascination as the driver crosses the screen in front of the car, goes into the rest stop. blond hair, broad shoulders, floral shirt. he's actually wearing jeans for an eight hour drive which is insane, and ed gets a glimpse of his profile as he smiles. insane.

if the driver's ever stopped before, it's been very carefully edited out. maybe he forgot this one. maybe he wanted ed to see. that's delusional, ed thinks, but he still navigates to the driver's about page and pokes around until he finds an email address.

nice shirt, he sends.

oh god, the driver sends back, and the video disappears from his page half an hour later. i forgot the editing. i'm sorry if it was distracting.

no, i liked it, ed tells him. it was nice to see the man behind the steering wheel. and then, hesitating only a bit, he adds: i'm ed.

hello, the driver writes. i'm stede.

the emails go on, and on, and eventually they turn into texts too, and promises from stede to check in on his longer drives, to "call if you ever need someone to keep you awake."

"i'm supposed to be sending you to sleep," stede argues.

"i'll sleep better knowing that you're safe," ed writes back.

the next video stede posts, he lets the camera run all the way until he's pulled into a parking spot at a roadside motel just outside of denver. the camera runs one minute, then five, and any reasonable person would've turned it off by now, but ed waits until he hears, very quietly: "safe and sound, now. go to sleep. goodnight."

is it stupid, to think you can fall in love with someone after just one sentence? is it still stupid, if that one sentence repeats at the end of every new video?

then one night the phone rings. it's late, dark out, and ed knows stede was doing a drive that wouldn't have him at his next stop until nearly one in the morning. he picks up. "hello?"

"oh, ed," the voice says. "you've no idea how good you sound just now."

it's a voice he's only heard before in hums and whispers, but it doesn't matter. lots of things about love are stupid, ed decides. this isn't one of them.

stede's blown a tire. "i'm okay," he insists. "i was just hoping for some company while i wait for the tow."

"where are you?"

"middle of nowhere," stede says, but when he names the spot, it's only two hours out. ed can be there faster than a tow probably would, and there's a note of anxiety in stede's voice he doesn't much like.

he's got his shoes on and his keys in his hand before he can think twice.

stede hems and haws but in all his fussing he doesn't actually tell ed not to come, and he stays on the line while ed piles blankets in the car and as he gets behind the wheel and as he sets out on the freeway. he stays on the line and they talk until they're both creaky with exhaustion and dry air, and then they're quiet, just like in stede's videos, but together this time. then ed crests over a hill and there it is: a car pulled off to the side with its hazard lights blinking. reminds ed of a lighthouse. 'i'm here,' the lights say. 'i'm here.'

he pulls to a stop behind, starts his own hazards. the driver side door of the car opens, and then there's a leg, and a body, and there he is. stede. he's still got his phone pressed to his ear; ed can hear him breathing.

"i'm going to get out," ed says.

"okay," stede says.

it takes another long moment, watching stede stand there in the dark, waiting for him. stede, with his hair and his voice and his hands and the way the quiet in him already feels like home.

"i might kiss you," ed says.

he watches stede swallow, hard. eyes widen. "okay," he says.

ed reaches for the handle. pops the door open. puts one foot out on the pavement and looks up to meet stede's eyes as his cabin lights come on, as the car starts to ding its door-open warning.

"oh," stede says.

ed takes a step. they both still have their phones in their hands, their breathes in each other's ear. ed takes a step and takes a step until he can reach out to take stede's phone from him. press the call end button.

"hi," he says.

stede kisses him.

after that there are other, shyer hellos, and other, more awkward ones too. there are ten minutes to a 24-hour macdo drive-thru for coffee and another ten to a motel and a late night that becomes an early morning by way of conversation. there's laughter, and more kisses, and careful fingers learning the planes of each other's faces. in the morning there's breakfast and a tow truck and an invitation to a place just two hours away.

and there's a long break in updates to the gentleman driver's channel.

when he comes back, weeks later, his update schedule isn't quite as frequent, and his drives don't usually go as far. there's giggles sometimes, in the background, like there might be someone else in the car with him.

"do you miss it," ed asks. "driving the long drives?"

"no," stede says. "i found what i was looking for."

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@ kninjaknitter also podficced this one!

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eddie brainrot studies of his face..... i think i understand it a Little now. 👉🏻👈🏻

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Our romantic hero is looking at a lamp, probably, maybe ... Based on the conversation in the Cryptid Factor podcast about how actors can make themselves cry 😁😭 It's hilarious.

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first deleted scene posted by samba!!

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They love each other actually

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Hotel Fired or Pirate Fired?

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