alexandriad a day ago
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
getting handsy...
3K notes View notes
goosetooths 2 days ago
Tumblr media Tumblr media
they put it on the historically inaccurate pirate fridge 馃挄
3K notes View notes
Unhinged gay squad
Tumblr media Tumblr media
1K notes View notes
skagerra a day ago
Tumblr media
found an old piece i'd like to share 馃彺鈥嶁槧锔忊潳锔
1K notes View notes
cutegarbage 2 days ago
Tumblr media
It's a stupid Our Flag Means Death redraw of the funny pirate comic by @1percentcharge (please support the original comic, it's golden!)
1K notes View notes
sungmee 2 days ago
Tumblr media
world hard and cold, stiddies soft and warm
950 notes View notes
ourflagmeansdykes a day ago
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"Come on, the day's not fully ruined!"
793 notes View notes
mistysblueboxstuff 2 days ago
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
have some cute babies tonight pls
656 notes View notes
kupraissad a day ago
Tumblr media
made this the day ofmd's last two episodes came out
580 notes View notes
srapsodia 9 hours ago
Tumblr media Tumblr media
the dangers of trying to pickpocket tight pants (based on this joke from聽 rhys darby's stand up!)
444 notes View notes
kovpai 22 hours ago
Tumblr media
Forbidden romance
302 notes View notes
whose-modern-au-is-this a day ago
sometimes i'm lying in my bed and suddenly i'll think about how david jenkins said he sees a three-season arc & how he also said something to the effect of there will not be much to tell once They get together and then i'm utterly certain season 2 will be AGONIZING
287 notes View notes
beansprean a day ago
Tumblr media Tumblr media
[ID: 1. Waist up of Stede shrugging a soft blue blouse onto Ed鈥檚 shoulders to begin buttoning it up. With a secret smile, looking down at the buttons, Stede remarks, 鈥淒o you know what this one is made of?鈥 Ed, happily and obliviously flapping the sleeves, replies, 鈥淣o, what?鈥 2. Stede grasps the lapels of Ed鈥檚 shirt to pull him closer, his smile turning into a flirtatious smirk, and says 鈥淏oyfriend material.鈥 Ed grins delightedly in response, surrounded by hearts and exclamation points. /end ID]
For the July #AsACrew Challenge Day 2: A Fine Fabric
296 notes View notes
fungalcavity a day ago
Tumblr media
might fuck around and color this later
174 notes View notes
meybees-draw 2 days ago
Maybe Ed and Stede doing each other's hair?
Tumblr media
I'm so sorry I think this was supposed to be fluffy and then it became post-reunion angst... Just thinking about them making up after a fight then Stede cleaning Ed up lovingly and apologetically....
I might do Ed putting flowers in Stede's hair next time!!
162 notes View notes
chuplayswithfire 17 hours ago
modern au, reverse catfishing, famous, successful Hollywood bad boy edward teach uses filters to make himself look a little worse so he can have a grindr hookup without getting busted by the paparazzi. stede is the first person he matches with that he thinks might be worth the chance.
i just think an incredibly hot famous person trying to look worse for the dating apps would be so funny
and its even funnier if its ed, who just really wants to pretend he's a regular guy who just looks like edward teach no relation so he can have a regular hook up
of course, things do not go according to plan.
sure, ed was planning on just hooking up with the guy, one and done, get the itch out of his system, pretend he's a regular dude for a while, but stede is nervous, he's freshly divorced and out of the closet and as much as he wants to have his first Casual Sex鈩 as a Baby Gay 鈩 he's a bit old-fashioned too, and asks if ed would mind very much if they could have dinner first, his place, he'll cater even, if ed will share his dietary restrictions -
and ed's just absolutely fascinated by this mad man of a grindr match. it is the start of hollywood's next great romantic drama.
130 notes View notes
profdanglaisstuff a day ago
do you know why we have the sunflowers
Prompted by this:
Tumblr media
I refuse to apologise for my excess of italics.聽
Stede Bonnet loves museums.聽
He always has, from the very first time he visited one as a child, on a school trip. A trip that was, in all other respects, thoroughly unmemorable. The standard ragging from the Badminton twins and their cohort, the standard lonely solitude, just Stede and his books and his thoughts.聽
He remembers the painting, though.聽
He remembers the two men on the deck of their ship, so vividly rendered in strokes of oil that he fancied he could feel the wind as it whipped through their hair and filled the sails of their vessel. He remembers聽the way they stood, proud and fearless. He remembers how they stood together, united, joined by an unmistakable thread of connection, palpable even through paint and across three hundred years. He remembers the ache of yearning in his young chest. How he wanted that. That unity. That connection. That someone who would look at him the way the pirates in the painting looked at each other.聽
No one ever looked at Stede Bonnet like that.聽
No one looks at him like that still. Not his parents, not his ex-wife. Not even his children. He moves through life as he moves through the streets of London, alone amidst the seething crowds of people鈥攆amilies, friends, lovers. But none for him. Never for him.聽
He still loves museums, though.聽
He鈥檚 the curator of the 18th century wing of the National Gallery in London now, a dream post, one he鈥檚 worked his whole life for. He should be triumphant and he is, truly. Just... quietly triumphant, and mostly to himself. The fact that he has no one to share it with doesn鈥檛 matter, really, he tells himself.聽Going in to the museum every day, knowing that it鈥檚 his place, a place he鈥檚 earned,聽that makes him happy. Happier than he鈥檚 ever been. It鈥檚 enough.聽
When he acquires the painting, the painting, the one he first saw as a lad in Auckland all those years ago, his happiness is complete. Every day he goes to his gallery and stands in front of that painting and just looks at it. He stands and he looks and he feels again that ache of yearning in his chest.聽
Gradually he comes to realise something, a most peculiar thing, a thing he鈥檚 not sure quite what to make of. One of the men in the painting, the man on the right, the blond man with the short, pointed beard and the dashing mien, the billowing white shirt and the turquoise sash around his waist, that man鈥 he looks like Stede.聽
Just like Stede. To the point that it鈥檚 eerie. He never noticed it as a boy, of course, how could he have? But now that he鈥檚 older鈥攖he same age it seems as the man in the painting鈥攖he resemblance is unmistakable.聽
He grows a beard, out of academic curiosity he tells himself. Just to see if the resemblance is enhanced or hindered by it. He lets his close-cropped hair grow out a bit, more like the shaggy curls depicted in the painting. He introduces colour to his wardrobe, bright blues and cheery greens, even the occasional cheeky yellow. Getting dressed in the morning becomes a treat and not a chore.聽
He finds he no longer collides with people in the street because they fail to notice him. Instead, strangers nod as he passes and return his cheery smiles, even on occasion make small talk in queues. They chuckle when he makes a mild joke. He starts making jokes on purpose. When he does, people laugh. They laugh with him and not at him. To Stede, this is a revelation.聽
This more confident, more colourful Stede, delighted beyond measure at how perfectly he now resembles the man in the painting, begins to look more carefully at the other man. The one who, even as a child, he found almost too magnificent to gaze upon. That tall, handsome man dressed all in leather, his long hair and beard wind-whipped and glorious, who looked at Stede鈥檚 painted doppelg盲nger with聽the softest eyes Stede has ever seen.聽
His new confidence notwithstanding, still no one has ever looked at Stede Bonnet like that.聽
鈥淗elluva painting isn鈥檛 it, mate?鈥澛
Stede turns from his perusal of the leather-clad pirate, surprised and delighted to hear the cadence of a familiar accent. It鈥檚 rare that he meets another Kiwi in London, despite the fact that the city is full of people from every corner of the world.聽
鈥淵ou know, it鈥檚 funny,鈥 the voice continues. It鈥檚 deep and resonant and it caresses Stede鈥檚 skin like cashmere.聽鈥淚 remember seeing this painting when I was a boy in New Zealand. I think I stared at it for a solid twenty minutes. The rest of the class moved on without me, teacher had to come back and practically drag me away. Can鈥檛 recall the teacher鈥檚 name but man, I聽never forgot that painting.鈥 He turns his head so Stede can see his whole face.聽鈥淭his is gonna sound mad, but would you say鈥攄o you think聽that that man, the one on the left鈥 do you think he looks like me?鈥澛
Stede is struck speechless, gaping. Mouth hanging open like a fish. Because yes, he wants to say, yes. The man in the painting does look like you and if anyone can declare that with authority it鈥檚 Stede. He鈥檚 only been looking at that painting every single day for the past year. The man beside him has the same height and build, the same long hair and magnificent beard. And when he turns and their eyes meet, Stede鈥檚 breath catches in his throat. The eyes are the same as well, that soft warm brown, and as they take in Stede鈥檚 face they widen first in recognition and then in awe.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 you,鈥 he breathes. 鈥淭he man, the other one. He鈥檚鈥攈e鈥檚聽you.鈥澛
Stede knows he must say something, anything really, and so he blurts out the first words that come into his head.聽
鈥淎re you real?鈥澛
It鈥檚 a ridiculous question and he feels foolish for asking it, but the man鈥檚 lovely eyes just crinkle at the edges as he laughs. Laughs with Stede, not at him. Stede knows the difference now. 聽
鈥淩eal as you are, mate. I鈥檓 Ed.鈥 He holds out his hand.聽
鈥淪tede,鈥 Stede replies, taking it. An electric thrill dances along his skin, from the point of contact clear to the tip of every nerve ending he possesses. He barely holds in his gasp. 鈥淚鈥檓 the, uh, curator. Of the museum. Well, not the whole museum, just the eighteenth-century portion but that鈥檚 not important really, what鈥檚 important is that聽me too.鈥澛
鈥淵ou too?鈥 echoes Ed.聽
Stede nods eagerly. 鈥淢e too. I also saw this painting as a boy in New Zealand. I couldn鈥檛 take my eyes off it either. And I鈥斺
鈥淣ever forgot it?鈥澛
鈥淣ever forgot it!聽Acquired it the first chance I got. Only realised later that it was, er鈥攖hat the man in it had鈥斺澛
鈥淵our face?鈥澛
鈥淵eah.鈥 Stede gives a little shrug.聽鈥淢y face.鈥澛
鈥淚t鈥檚 a nice face,鈥 says Ed, and the sizzle on Stede鈥檚 skin grows hot. He realises he鈥檚 still holding Ed鈥檚 hand.聽
鈥淒o you know what I like best about it?鈥 he asks.
鈥淎bout your face?鈥澛
鈥淣o!鈥 Stede protests, before he realises Ed is teasing. He can feel his cheeks go pink but he presses on. 鈥淣o, not about my face. About the painting.鈥澛
鈥淲hat do you like best about the painting?鈥澛
鈥淚t鈥檚 the way they look at each other,鈥 says Stede. 鈥淭he way they鈥檙e so connected and the looks on their faces, it鈥檚鈥斺澛
鈥淟ove,鈥 Ed finishes. His voice is gruff. 鈥淭hey鈥檙e in love.鈥澛
鈥淭hey are.鈥 The words almost choke Stede. He has to force them through the tightness in his chest. 鈥淚 couldn鈥檛 see it as a boy. I mean, I saw it. I felt it. But I didn鈥檛 know what it was. All I knew was that I wanted someone to look at me like that. But no one ever has.鈥
鈥淣o. Not鈥斺 Stede breaks off, caught in Ed鈥檚 eyes.聽The look in them takes his breath away.
Ed holds his gaze as he releases Stede鈥檚 hand, as he聽cups his instead around Stede鈥檚 jaw,聽fingers sinking into his hair, curling around the back of his head and tugging him closer.聽
鈥淣ot until now,鈥 he murmurs, and then his lips are on Stede鈥檚.聽
The kiss starts out soft, tentative. Stede鈥檚 never much cared for kissing; he鈥檚 had little practice at it and none of it great, despite his ten-year marriage. But this kiss, this kiss鈥攊t lights him up from within, that electric tingle sinks through his skin and into his bones. He finds himself leaning in to Ed鈥檚 body, gripping his waist, giving a small, helpless moan that draws a deeper one from Ed and then the kiss grows hot, wet, completely inappropriate for a rainy Tuesday morning at his place of work but Stede could not possibly care less.聽
When it ends they just stare at each other for a moment, wide-eyed and gasping, and then in perfect unison they turn, as though drawn by a thread, to look at the painting.聽
The two men in it are smiling down at them. At them, of that there can be no doubt. Ed鈥檚 lookalike gives them a wink, while Stede鈥檚 nods with a pleased, proud smile. 鈥淚 knew you鈥檇 find him,鈥 Stede hears his own voice say, in his head to be sure but the words are as clear as though he鈥檇 spoken them himself.聽
He turns to Ed. 鈥淒id you hear鈥斺澛
鈥淵eah,鈥 Ed replies. 鈥淚 did.鈥澛
When they look back again the painting is just as it always was.聽
鈥淐ome to lunch with me,鈥 says Ed, abruptly.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 ten thirty in the morning!鈥澛
鈥淏runch then. I know a great place, not far from here.鈥澛
鈥淥h?鈥 Stede鈥檚 so happy he feels like his blood has been replaced with champagne.聽鈥淲here鈥檚 that?鈥澛
鈥淢y restaurant.鈥 Ed grins at him. 鈥淛ust opened it. Blackbeard鈥檚 Bar and Grill, it鈥檚 called.鈥澛
鈥淥oh, fab name. So you鈥檙e鈥 planning on staying in London, then?鈥澛
鈥淔or as long as London will have me,鈥 says Ed, and Stede knows he鈥檚 not just talking about London. 鈥淪o. Brunch? I have marmalade.鈥澛
Stede gapes at him. 鈥淗ow鈥攈ow did you know I love marmalade?鈥澛
鈥淟ucky guess,鈥 says Ed. His eyes twinkle, with warmth and affection and interest and yes it鈥檚 finally real, it鈥檚 really, actually happening. Someone is looking at Stede Bonnet Like That.聽
Right here in his beloved museum, in front of his most treasured painting, the most beautiful man he鈥檚 ever laid eyes on either painted or in person is looking at him in the way he鈥檚 always dreamed of but never thought he鈥檇 know.聽
And there鈥檚 an ache in his chest again but it鈥檚 no longer a yearning one. It鈥檚 yearning fulfilled. It鈥檚 completion. It鈥檚 happiness.
It鈥檚 love.聽
鈥淏runch sounds great,鈥 says Stede. 鈥淚t sounds perfect.鈥 It feels like the start of something spectacular.
And so it is. 聽
92 notes View notes
mistysblueboxstuff 23 hours ago
Tumblr media
soon 馃憖馃憖馃憖
319 notes View notes
beanabouttown a day ago
Tumblr media Tumblr media
鈥 janet fitch
96 notes View notes
prettybard 2 days ago
my head is only full of stede thoughts it's literally just- stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede stede
520 notes View notes