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Guys if I get hunted down and my legs broken broken for sharing these photos just know I did it for the gays but here are photos I took of the ‘you wear nice things well’ scene and the deleted Lucius opium scene (although even this is different than what Nathan Foad described in terms of what they filmed for this scene so-)

And then the opium scene:

Those are the only photos I snapped of the scripts themselves (they were on an iPad) but i may go back this summer and if I do (hopefully they have the season two scripts) I’ll take more photos if these ones don’t get my kneecaps stolen :)

EDIT: thank you all for the well wishes but I will be fine (hopefully) worst case scenario the copyright holders get mad and ask me to take it down/I get a legal threat or somethin like that. Either way I’ll probably be fine I’m just being dramatic for laughs (although everyone’s concern really does touch my heart so thank you all 💗)

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Gay Sailor Tattoos.

All documented and logged from actual seamen.

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dude i can’t handle the way the cast members casually talk about the gentlebeard wedding in season three. like. they’ve never tried to hide it. they know. we know. everyone knows it was going to happen. it’s going to be an open wound for me forever

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Finished! I enjoyed drawing/painting the ship's fiddly bits and their outfits. 🩵✏️🎨🏴‍☠️

The colour is Payne's Grey from Elements watercolours. Seems extra BLUE to me. Not mad at it though.

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oh my god izzy this izzy that

we. should really be talking about why buttons turned into a bird to be with his true love, the sea, and not some kind of fish. bird form doesn't make much difference from his sailor form, so why seagull?

I'll tell you why, it's because he's left to bonk olivia who's been over at mary's widow club

just another important conversation the izzy discourse has completely derailed and overshadowed

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A sneak peek of Ed as The Birth of Venus. I’ll add a shrine/font so he can go on the wall eventually.

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remember when we got that BTS pic of a lighthouse before s2 aired and we were like “I SEE TWO SILHOUETTES, IS THAT ED AND STEDE??!!” but it was ned low torturing a guy lol

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stede calling himself a coward as he has fever dreams about the family he left behind to become a pirate and stede calling ed a coward when ed runs away to become a fisherman

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Teach me AU Discord is now open !!

https://discord.com/invite/E6D8aK2k

Have a drummer Ed to celebrate it :

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the most famous little girl of 2023 !

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more stories to tell (I’m devastated 😥)

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Collected the full set :)

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cunty stede fancam ✨

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Customer At Jackie's: can you tell me about the menu please

Stede: unfortunately i cant seem to please any men.

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Shhh....he's sleeping

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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!