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I posted 8,106 times in 2022

260 posts created (3%)

7,846 posts reblogged (97%)

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I tagged 4,762 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#ofmd - 1,447 posts

#edward teach - 613 posts

#marvel - 579 posts

#stede bonnet - 529 posts

#blackbonnet - 477 posts

#animals - 469 posts

#queue wear fine things well - 292 posts

#cats - 224 posts

#fire cannot queue a dragon - 192 posts

#natasha romanoff - 169 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#ed and stede dont know what they mean to each other until its too late and they both get the wrong idea cuz they never told each other

My Top Posts in 2022:

“you can’t keep doing this. you can’t keep lying to yourself.” ironwidow! bonus points if it’s post cacw angst haha

Hey Liv <3 of course you would pick this one lolol, you know that post cacw is your area of expertise not mine, so here's my take on it. Hope it hits you in the feels.

more sacred romantic moments prompts here

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skirting a lie, dancing on the verge of a truth

Tony rubbed his eyes. This conversation was going in circles, and he wasn’t getting any younger. In fact, he felt like he’d aged half a decade since picking up the phone.

“Look, Secretary,” he said with a heavy sigh. “You can keep looking all you’d like, but you’re not gonna find her. Once Romanoff is gone, she’s gone.”

“If she does make contact.” Ross sounded aggravated. “You’ll get in touch straight away?”

“There’s no point in asking me that.” Tony tried to swallow his resentment. “I’m the last person she wants to see.”

“But if she does turn up,” Ross pushed.

Tony’s patience was worn down by the headache that throbbed in his temples. “Doesn’t the Secretary of State have better things to do than chasing down one rogue spy halfway across the world?”

“She’s an international fugitive!” Ross interjected, but Tony ignored him.

“That can’t be good for your heart.” Tony didn’t have the self restraint to stop himself from being snide. “Especially so soon after your triple bypass. Shouldn’t you be lying down or something? In fact I’m calling it – you take care now Secretary.” He didn’t wait for Ross to reply before he ended the call.

He heaved another sigh and got up from his seat. That phone call took years off his life. Talking with Ross was bad for his health. He needed coffee. Or alcohol.

He ambled through the now-empty corridors of the compound. Not too long ago they were filled with the sounds of his teammates, but now, an accusation was all that echoed in their silence. At the sight of the kitchen door, he was assaulted by the memory of that first conversation about the Accords. The moment it all went downhill.

He pushed open the door and was assaulted by a gun pushed in his face.

“Woah!” He sprang back from the young blonde woman who gripped it. Behind her – Natasha. Sitting at the table. In the adrenaline rush he forgot that he was mad at her.

“Who are you?” He demanded his assailant. To Natasha: “What are you doing here? What the hell is going on?”

“Yelena, put the gun down,” Natasha said in an impassive tone.

In a fluid motion the attacker lifted her hands in a “surrender” pose and flipped the gun to point straight up, her finger away from the trigger. Though Tony didn’t doubt she could find it with magnetic precision in a heartbeat.

She spoke with a Russian accent, but the indifferent way with which she spoke reminded him of Natasha. “I’m the sister, you’re the boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Natasha protested.

“I’m not her boyfriend,” Tony agreed. A pang of – something – prodded him uncomfortably.

“Sure he’s not.” Yelena shot Natasha a cheeky grin before she holstered the gun at her hip.

Tony sat down at the table at an angle from Natasha and repeated, “So what are you doing here?” He meant to sound angrier, but he couldn’t the note of relief creeping into his voice. He had missed her, more than he anticipated. Something flickered behind Natasha’s eyes before they shuttered into a neutral expression. He almost believed that she missed him, too.

[continue reading on AO3]

33 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

Wave-tossed [a blackbonnet fanfic]

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Pairing: Blackbonnet Characters: Stede | Ed Rating: G Other tags: nightmare | hurt/comfort | ed has abandonment issues

Wave-tossed

Ed woke in a cold sweat.

With each hammer of his heart the walls of the cabin squeezed in. Darkness pressed down on him like the depths of the ocean and he didn’t know which way was up, couldn’t break the surface, fought against instinct and gripping terror. Rough waves rocked the ship, a first taste of the winter storms that were to come, and the creak of the wood was a familiar echo to the ache of his heart, the only answer he’d ever had in lonely nights.

Fighting to open his mouth and throat and lungs against the watery darkness, he took a gasping breath. It grounded him – just long enough to register the soft, snoring body that lay against his. With a shudder Ed threw himself into Stede’s chest, clutching at him like a drowning man to a raft. Not caring that he would wake the man, only needing him – his touch, his scent, his arms around him –

“Ed?” Came the sleep-blurry voice. “What’s wrong, love?”

Hands on his back, holding him with hesitation. With a gentleness that shattered the last bit of his resolve. He sobbed brokenly into Stede’s shoulder, hot tears wetting the frills on the nightshirt. He didn’t care an ounce for his dignity, not in the suffocating darkness, not in the dead of the night, not between the wooden walls that haunted him with the destructive grief they had witnessed.

“Don’t ever leave me.”

A sharp inhale. “Oh, my darling.” Stede sighed, and Ed lifted his tearstained face to look at him. His features were illuminated by the faintest glow of a crescent moon on tossing waves, and wore a look of deep sadness and remorse and heartbreak, a faint mirror of the pain that ached in Ed’s bones. A warm palm cupped his face, keeping him from burying his face in his chest again. Keeping his eyes on his own. “I swear I won’t leave you ever again."

The words rang true, but they were battered to shreds by the turbulent fears that crashed through Ed’s veins. The phantoms that haunted his dreams seemed more real than the man who held him in his arms. He choked out, “I can’t – if you left me, I can’t – I don’t know how –”

“Hush.” Stede drew Ed even closer, fingers brushing through greying locks, a steady hand on the small of his back. Ed curled up into the safe cocoon of Stede’s body, breathing him in, faint florals and patchouli. The heady scent swam in his head, banishing the inky tendrils back into their shadowy corners. “Not even Mephistopheles and all the demons of hell could drag me away from you.”

Ed needed more of Stede. He splayed his hand against his ribs, feeling under his palm the solid torso that rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Stede took the cue, or maybe he just understood what he needed at the moment, because he said, “Count with me, darling.”

[continue on AO3]

34 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

Me:

No one:

Absolutely not a single soul:

My head: izzy why don’t we have a birb guy

37 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

LISTEN back in season 3 when robin was all “pffffft nancy wheeler little miss perfect” I know that’s not an exact quote but it’s late and I’m jetlagged I SAID she would end up liking nancy didn’t I like I jokingly said I ship them and I WAS RIGHT

43 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i really need to get off tumblr and edit this fucking story

160 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

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