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goat fight. non-negotiable.

#captain america #the winter soldier #captain america the winter soldier #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #stucky #mcu #marvel

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"what diet are you doing? I wish I could loose weight as fast as you, youre so thin!"

Oh Thanks! yeah it's uhhh... *looks at scratchy writing on palm* Medicine Side Effects, Clinical Depression and the constant violent nausea that keeps haunting my waking hours:)

#personal rant #medicine #depression #stupid questions #side effects #of this diet includes but are not limited to: #worrying your mother #developing body dysmorphia/dysphoria #fear of being ✨perceived✨ #developing an ed #and last but not least #being the topic of conversations between acquaintance that you would rather avoid #was about to say it is entirely free but thats a lie lol

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Being in a relationship sucks when your body/weight keeps changing.

I know that 7 kg to or from is not the biggest difference to others, but explaining that it will go back and forth every few months like this for years to come, to a partner that found you attractive at one end of the scale (when you met) just sucks. Especially the weeks when i feel disgusting because of my weight and do not want to be ✨perceived✨

#and dont get me started on family members noticing my changing weight #“you should eat more so you dont look sick” #“those pants are getting a bit tight huh?” #I already feel disgusting at this event because I cant wear any of my favourite outfits that are too small at the moment #and my go to comfort fits are not comfy anymore because I know whats under them #i was THIS close to cancel and stay in my bed #but I showed up #and you side eye my choice in food? #I hate it here #I know its all comming from a place of concern #especially from my older family members that have known me my whole life #but even joking comments like #“you sure you can/should eat all that?” #or #idk #It just makes me wanna curl up and die tbh #body dysmorphia #body dysphoria #weight loss #weight #relationship #relationships #dating #medicine #sorry for the rant #rant post #rant #personal rant

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sure I could become a slut. but you see, I'm scared

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I continue to rotate selkie!Izzy

Following on from a tiny Hot Potato I tossed back and forth with the wonderful @carrymelikeimcute...

Ed destroyed Izzy's coat during the Kraken era.

He regretted it So Fucking Much as soon as he started wanting to live rather than... trying to push Izzy and the others to kill him by abusing them as much as humanely possible.

But he still fucking destroyed it.

Izzy isn't going to leave him over this (even if Ed simultaneously thinks he should, for Izzy's sake; and can't bear to let him go). But there's this awful sadness when he looks at the sea now, and it makes Ed's stomach knot all the way up into his throat.

Buttons has the perfect solution. If Ed goes on a quest to find the real Goddess Calypso, she'll be able to give Izzy a new coat! So the Revenge crew sail away on a new mission, bound for Tia Dalma's grotto........

I just want semi-broken-up (but trying to fix things, but should absolutely go their separate ways) Edizzy having one last adventure together 🥺 I think I'd prefer it to end with them saying goodbye for good, with Ed waving to a happy chubkins seal who swims off into the bright horizon after the Revenge and her crew! Because they were Izzy's family, goddammit, and he deserved to stay with them.

#izzy hands #edward teach #ed teach #israel hands #ofmd #our flag means death season 2 #our flag means death #edizzy #blackhands

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most convincing Tumblr ad I've ever received. almost made me download whatever shitass dating app that is

#my goals in life

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#i am in this post and i don't like it

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horrid morning ideas

Came Back Wrong dark!fic with Izzy getting revived after a month underground

only it's told from Ed's perspective

and you don't know if Izzy actually came back wrong or if Ed is just unable to accept that there's a happy ending here/is trying to convince himself this isn't HIS Izzy so he doesn't have to actually put in the work to properly apologise and make amends/is freaking out because Izzy is starting to critically think about everything Ed did to him and realising that, no, he didn't deserve to be abused like that, and Ed cannot handle the thought that Izzy might CHOOSE to leave him and would be in the right to do so -

I want Ed spiralling deeper and deeper into uncertainty, questioning his own judgement, leaping to wild conclusions, spying on Izzy to try and compile evidence, the works!

And then you have Izzy - who's either slowly coming to terms with the fact that what Ed did to him and the crew was never Izzy's fault, and starting to put distance between him and Ed because he wants to return to his real family, the crew... OR WHO LEGITIMATLY CAME BACK WRONG AND THE TWISTED THING WEARING HIS BODY IS TRYING TO MENTALLY DESTROY ED

But we as the audience don't know and Ed sure as fuck doesn't~

>:D

#izzy hands #israel hands #steddyhands #edizzy #blackhands #stizzy #i would read this

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horrid fic idea day! One of those classic steddyhands izzy-gets-kidnapped fics and they realize how much they need him, you get the drift. But what if, -shocker- we fucked it up??

Ed and stede are mad at izzy when it happens. Maybe it's set, like, in the early stages of Ed and Stede getting back togethe, and they decide it's just easier to take their feelings out on izzy. Or if it's afterward, and they're upset because he's ruining the mood in his love for them and he's a fucking tragedy and they're not.

izzy gets kidnapped by the navy and puts up a big fight, you know him. In the process, he goes full on feral mode and ends up biting someone in the throat because his weapons are gone. They contact Ed (and stede, who's just kinda there) for ransom or as bait. when they do show up, the officer tells Ed to keep his dog on a leash next time. Izzy's right there, blood still on his chin, hanging in between two officers.

we as the audience are all set up to believe that this is the moment izzy realizes how much he actually means to Ed (and stede)- he's taking his weapons out, visibly angry, etc. but when the tension builds and he gets in the officers face, he just. Stops. Straightens up. And snaps his fingers. He gives Izzy his gun. Ed doesn't kill, remember? And Izzy's fucking exhausted. He's in pain. But he does whatever they want him to. He takes the gun and starts fighting like hell. Ed and Stede sit back and watch. There are so many near misses, times that he's genuinely struggling, but they do nothing.

When all the officers are dead, Izzy is the one who apologizes. For the blood everywhere, for the inconvenience, for the fact that he ever dared to think they'd help him.

Bonus points if they treat it like such, a minor inconvenience. Bonus points if they walk out without looking behind them to help Izzy, who still follows. Bonus points if his reward is a brush of the hand and a murmured, slightly sarcastic, "good dog".

#0_0 #izzy hands #israel hands #steddyhands #edizzy #stizzy #izzy hands whump #ofmd

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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

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[IZZY&/CREW + Noncon H/C] Kraken-era Ed got tired of Izzy and sold him to the sort of brothel where sex workers are kept captive and are only expected to survive a month. Five weeks later, after mutinying on Ed, Jim, Fang, Frenchie and Archie track down whatever's left of their first mate. Can go any direction you want - feral furious Izzy, dissociated empty Izzy, terrified cowering Izzy, trying-to-act-normal-but-clearly-traumatised Izzy, or a mix thereof. Just lots of slow rebuilding of trust and hurt/comfort, please. Romantic or gen is writer's choice, but if it's romantic, please be polycrew!

♠

#0_0 #keeping an eye out for fics like this #israel hands #izzy hands #ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death season 2

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Blackhands break up fic where Izzy is a selkie who gave Ed his coat and swore to never let him drown. Every time Ed's gone into the water and been unable to fend for himself, Izzy pulled him out.

But the Trauma Crew demanded that Ed give the coat back as part of his rehabilitation reparations. Ed did so, though a part of him remains secure that Izzy is still his in every way that matters. Until Izzy almost dies and sails off with the Revenge crew, leaving Ed on land. Izzy, half dead, heard Ed talking about possibly burying him on land with him and Stede, and that was The Last Fucking Straw. They are Over with a capital O.

But after a couple months, when Ed's bored of the innkeepers gig, he decides he wants to see Izzy again. So, obviously, he jumps into the sea and waits.

And waits. And waits.

From there, it can go one of several ways: either Izzy never comes and Stede pulls a sobbing Ed out of the water who's finally realised that he and Izzy are broken beyond repair and he's lost his oldest friend, OR Izzy shows up and is massively pissed, but hugs a snuffly sad Ed and tells him a gentle but firm goodbye and that next time, he's on his own.

Or Ed literally drowns and his last thoughts are of Izzy coming to save him, but Izzy never does :3c

#izzy hands #israel hands #ofmd izzy #ed teach #edward teach #blackbeard #blackhands #edizzy #ofmd #our flag means death

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when she holds your thigh while driving >>>>>

#arcane #caitvi #vi arcane #caitlyn arcane #violyn #caitlyn x vi #fanart

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you cant fucking hurt me bitch im protected by the migratory bird act

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horrid morning ideas

Came Back Wrong dark!fic with Izzy getting revived after a month underground

only it's told from Ed's perspective

and you don't know if Izzy actually came back wrong or if Ed is just unable to accept that there's a happy ending here/is trying to convince himself this isn't HIS Izzy so he doesn't have to actually put in the work to properly apologise and make amends/is freaking out because Izzy is starting to critically think about everything Ed did to him and realising that, no, he didn't deserve to be abused like that, and Ed cannot handle the thought that Izzy might CHOOSE to leave him and would be in the right to do so -

I want Ed spiralling deeper and deeper into uncertainty, questioning his own judgement, leaping to wild conclusions, spying on Izzy to try and compile evidence, the works!

And then you have Izzy - who's either slowly coming to terms with the fact that what Ed did to him and the crew was never Izzy's fault, and starting to put distance between him and Ed because he wants to return to his real family, the crew... OR WHO LEGITIMATLY CAME BACK WRONG AND THE TWISTED THING WEARING HIS BODY IS TRYING TO MENTALLY DESTROY ED

But we as the audience don't know and Ed sure as fuck doesn't~

>:D

#0_0 #ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #our flag means death season 2 #izzy hands #israel hands #edward teach #stede bonnet #steddyhands

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horrid little brainworm

Frenchie is still green at the start of the Kraken era.

He isn't, by the end.

But back then, when it all begins - when he isn't used to the sting of kohl-mixed sweat dripping into his eyes - he makes mistakes. Lots of them. Simple little things - fluffing a knot in the rigging that has their sail unfurling midway through the dogwatch, goods left unstowed to roll with the list of their ship.

Most of the time, Izzy yells himself hoarse for five minutes, then shows Frenchie how to fix it, interspersing his lecture with expletives. Whatever. That's fine. Let the little man scream - he's not the scariest thing aboard anymore.

Never was, really.

But then Blackbeard (Ed? The Kraken?) stomps out of his cabin, hair a black thundercloud, and snarls 'which one of you men is responsible for that fucking mop', pointing to some cleaning equipment Frenchie forgot to pack away.

And everything goes still, as if they're becalmed.

[CW: whipping, abuse, non-explicit mentions of Frenchie's past locked-box traumas]

No one says Frenchie's name - not even Izzy. He just ducks his chin and refuses to look his captain in the eye. But the eyes of every other crewmember jump guiltily to Frenchie, at least once - and Blackbeard is too smart to miss such a tell.

"A ship needs discipline," he says. "Isn't that what you always tell me, Iz?"

"I'll attend to it," says Izzy, voice scratchier than ever. Frenchie knows this is a bad fucking situation - memories battering against the inside of his locked box, trying to get out - but somehow he can't feel fear. Can't really feel anything.

"With the cat," says Blackbeard. "Give the culprit fifteen. Really make the lesson stick."

Ah. There's the fear.

Frenchie's breath stifles itself halfway up his throat, as screams sneak through the keyhole of his box, along with the crack of a whip -

No. No, no, no. He can't. Not again, he can't -

Izzy glances up. Frenchie expects him to grin, all vindictive sadism - but whatever he sees on Frenchie's face has his mouth pulling into a tight line.

"Yes, sir," he says, though Frenchie barely hears over the dull roar of his heart.

He casts his gaze about, looking for an escape. Over the side? They're too far from land, but fuck, if it isn't tempting -

Jim fondles their knives, glaring mutinously at Blackbeard's back as he returns to his cabin. They don't spring after him (though Frenchie selfishly wishes they would). They're well aware - as is everyone - that right now, with Blackbeard black-eyed and bloodthirsty, they'd lose.

Izzy swallows. Shuts his eyes. Then calls for Fang to fetch the cat.

Frenchie loses time then. Scarcely a blink passes before Fang reappears above the deck, the strings of the knotted whip scraping the floor like the tentacles of a shrunken sea-monster.

They're flaky with rusty residue. Old, dried blood.

Frenchie's fingers twitch in the chords of the first song his Ma taught him. No rituals or superstitions will save him. Nothing will. Because his old crew are marooned, almost certainly dead, and his new crew are - with the exception of Fang and Jim and Ivan - fucking monsters.

He's going to be whipped (again). He's going to shred open all those old scars. The box is going to open, and -

Oh, God. Oh God. Fifteen lashes is survivable (Frenchie knows, he knows) but he's still not sure if anything of himself will emerge from the other side.

He's still frozen, staring at the whip held in Fang's big hands, flat out like he's presenting it to Izzy. Only... Izzy doesn't take it.

No, Izzy moves to stand in front of the mast. Walking stiff, with a bit of a limp. While Frenchie's reeling, struggling to process what's happening, he yanks off his shirt. And - fuck, his back is almost as ugly a sight as Frenchie knows his own would be, if he could bear to study it in a mirror.

A few of the crew draw shocked inhales. Most don't look surprised.

Frenchie is one of the latter group. Sound travels, on a ship.

"Um," says Fang, cat dangling limp. "Boss?"

Izzy grabs the hawsers wrapped around the mainmast. Heaves a deep breath. Rests his forehead against the wood.

"You heard the captain," he croaks. "Fifteen lashes."

Fang's eyes are moist - though they are more often than not, nowadays. "Boss - "

"The captain wants the culprit disciplined," Izzy says. His muscles flex beneath their coating of scars. Bracing himself, Frenchie's mind supplies. For the oncoming pain. Not that any amount of tensing is ever enough. "First mate's responsible for maintaining a tidy deck."

This turn of events finally settles into Frenchie's bones. The whip's not for him, thank everything. His key slides gratefully into the lock of his box and turns, ensuring it's shut tight.

Still, sickness churns in his guts. Last week, sleep eluded him. He'd intended to skulk above decks and breathe the sea air to clear his head. He never made it - because who should stagger out of the captain's cabin, so dead-eyed he didn't even notice Frenchie lurking in the shadows of the galley door, but the Revenge's thrice-cursed angry gremlin of a first mate?

Izzy hadn't looked much like a gremlin then, though. Doesn't now, either. Just looks. Tired. And old. And bruised to shit beneath his shirt, and not all of those lash marks are old, weathered scars, and -

Frenchie's fingers twitch more rapidly, pressing through their imaginary chord sequence.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit -

"Fifteen lashes," Izzy reminds Fang. "If you can't do it, anyone else is free to step up. I'm sure there'll be fucking volunteers."

Frenchie eyes Jim. They and Izzy aren't exactly friends - not when Frenchie has heard them mumble a word that sounds horrifically close to 'Oluwande' in their sleep.

But Jim stays right where they are. Hand on the hilt of a knife. Ivan emulates, and, well, Frenchie's feet have damn near put down roots. He couldn't move from this spot if he was ordered to.

Fang's tears well over, and his hand shakes on the whip handle to the point where Frenchie thinks he might drop it.

A clash from the great cabin has them all jumping - all but Izzy, who rests his cheek on the mast like it's a particularly splintery pillow, eyes drifting shut. Blackbeard barges back out, sousing the air with body odour and smoke and self-hatred and whatever the fuck else he's been marinating in.

"What's the fucking wait?" he demands. "I expected way more screams by now." He halts, frowning at the sight of Izzy, stood where Frenchie ought to be (because fuck, he shouldn't have left that mop and bucket out; how many times has Izzy told him - ). For a moment, the harsh line of his brows crumples on itself in something that could be mistaken for regret. But then that dark sneer crawls onto his lips, the one with which the whole crew is becoming familiar. "Can't pick who gets the privilege, eh? Well, lucky for the lot of you, that's what a captain's for."

He stalks forwards, feline-graceful. Frenchie scuttles from his path. When Blackbeard snatches the whip from Fang (not seeming to notice his whimper, his flinch) Frenchie fully anticipates that he'll turn on Izzy, not him.

He certainly doesn't expect Blackbeard to smile, cold and white as a toenail moon, and thrust the whip towards him, hilt first.

"Oh, no." Frenchie raises both hands in surrender. "No, no, no. I couldn't. Awful with a whip, me. Wouldn't, um..." There's the noise of it again, slithering out through the keyhole of his box. The swish. The crack. The scream. "Wouldn't be able to strike hard enough," he stutters. "No upper body strength, yeah."

Blackbeard doesn't approach Frenchie. Just keeps the whip held out towards him, like the accusative finger of a god.

"You give him fifteen," he says, gently. "And make each one count. Or I give him fifty."

Against the mast, Izzy makes a sound - not quite a whimper. Worse; it's far too much like relief. His hands don't shake, but only because they grip the hawser tight as rigor mortis.

Fifty can kill. Has killed before. Frenchie's seen it.

But Blackbeard doesn't want Izzy dead, right? Who would he torture then?

Blackbeard's blank, lifeless eyes pour into Frenchie's.

Who indeed?

Fuck. Frenchie swallows dry. He tells himself it's for self-preservation that he unsticks his boots from the deck and shuffles forth to take the whip. Not for Izzy. Not like he likes the angry little prick. Man's vicious as a cat and thrice as cursed.

Maybe, if Frenchie tells himself that, it'll make this memory easier to lock away with all the rest.

"Ready?" he asks Izzy, softer than he intends. Izzy twists over his scarred shoulder. He looks at Frenchie - really looks at him - for what feels like the first time. Not even glancing to his left, where the Kraken lurks.

Frenchie can't decipher his expression. Pity, for whatever made him offer himself up in Frenchie's place? Frustration, that Frenchie prevented Blackbeard from whipping him into the grave? Misery and fear - no, that's far too sane for a guy like Izzy.

Izzy turns back to the mast.

"Give me your worst," he says.

Frenchie breathes in, breathes out, and obeys.

#0_0 #ouizzy #ofmd frenchie #ofmd izzy #izzy hands #israel hands #ofmd ed #edward teach #blackbeard #our flag means death #fang ofmd #ofmd #ofmd jim #jim jimenez #frenchie

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ouizzy fic concept

izzy gets turned into a catboy

frenchie is terrified of cats

#ofmd izzy #ofmd frenchie #izzy hands #israel hands #ofmd #our flag means death #ouizzy