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blue-hail · 6 months
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I finally realized what specific brand of resentment izzy has for Ed and Stede …
It’s watching your ex be a better person for someone else.
Izzy has given Ed his everything for decades. He stood by Ed’s side, he supported him, he killed for him, he undoubtedly went through so much pain and suffering for him. And all Ed ever gave him in return was roughness and cruelty, which Izzy didn’t have any problem with, he loved ed and he was willing to take what he can get.
but suddenly there’s Stede.
Stede does essentially nothing to win over Ed, no blood, sweat, or tears, actually Stede does things that could be considered disrespectful, so Izzy waits patiently for Ed’s wrath, the only thing he’s always been able to count on.
… but it doesn’t come. Instead Izzy watches Ed fall in love with Stede. All the soft touches and quick glances, the laughers and kindness that has never reached the light of Izzy and Ed’s relationship.
Izzy has to watch Ed become a better person for stede.
It reminds me a lot of the good place scene where Eleanor watched her mom being a good parent to another kid and she refuses to believe it.
“Izzy why can’t you believe that Edward is a good person. That he’s a kind and loving partner, who genuinely cares about Stede”
“Because I wanted that Ed. I wanted the captain who thanked me after I almost died on a mission for him, instead of being told ‘to stop whining cuz it’s your job’. I wanted the Edward that was willing to make room in his life to for someone to be his equal, to co-captain with someone who deserves it. why does bonnet deserve it??
If Edward has really changed for stede bonnet, that means he was always capable of change. I just wasn’t worth changing for.”
So anyways that’s why Izzy sets off Ed at the end of season 1, he wants to prove to himself that Ed didn’t actually change, because admitting that Ed changed was admitting that he wasn’t worthy of Ed changing after all that time.
Also here is that good place scene for anyone who wants to watch it
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kayatoastkkat · 19 days
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hey I'm back at the fanfic fanart again
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I am still in deep denial that How to be a Proper Gentleman ended :( This is my coping mechanism now. This is also your reminder to read @quilna's fics and that you will not regret it. (Though I do recommend having some tissues, a mop and a bucket at standby. There is sure to be an ocean of tears.)
anyways are you on team Hyde's shitty drawing or team Lanyon's shitty drawing let me know in the notes lmao I wanna see
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poetrybyonur · 10 months
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Sultry words stimulate the mind while expert techniques stimulate the body. But if you want a woman to really open up her desires, she needs trust. Trust stimulates her soul. Earn it, and the rest will flow naturally.
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notyourmusebby · 2 months
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“Results, competitiveness and discipline. Strong and correct. A true gentleman of motorsport.”
- Jean Alesi, about Carlos Sainz Jr. at Ferrari
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drgstrcowboi · 9 months
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Darry x Fem!reader. They go out on a nice date but Y/n is wearing smth a lil revealing...maybe a little spice in there, but I understand if you don't want to write that 😅
i love this idea! thank you for the request!!
i have limited experience/comfort with writing spicier things, but i gave it a go. i'd say it's more a fluffy/suggestive vibe than spicy. i added in some little details about red lipstick, lol. i hope you like it <3
staring respectfully
even a perfect gentleman can be tempted
DarryxFem!reader. wc: 1523. flirty and suggestive date night between established partners. no real content warnings.
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“Aaannndd, perfect!” you said to yourself as you finished lining your top lip with red lipstick. 
You had just enough time to adjust your dress and give the mirror a final look before Darry was supposed to pick you up. He said he’d be there at 7:30 sharp. And you knew it would be exactly 7:30 sharp because he’s never late, especially to pick you up for a date night. 
“Keys, wallet, lipstick” you run through the list of items to throw in your purse before the doorbell interrupts you. 7:29pm, of course, he’s running early because he’s excited. 
Regular date nights are not so regular with you and Darry, mostly because he works all the time and money…well it’s not exactly unlimited. But when you two do get the chance to go out, it’s really special. Or as special as it can be on the east side of Tulsa. You guys have a favorite spot, a little diner, that’s more than the Tastee Freez but not exactly the ritz. It didn’t matter though because Darry could make you feel special anywhere. 
“Coming!” you call down the hall, hoping he’ll hear you as you slip on a pair of black heels and start walking. 
You paused before opening the door, just for a moment. You wanted to collect yourself and look a little more poised before Darry saw you. What he didn’t yet know is that you’d gone out of your way to doll up for this date night. It’d been a few weeks since you were able to go out and you’d both been flat broke around his birthday, so you wanted to make it special now that there was the time and money for a night out. New dress, new shoes, new lipstick.
Red. Wine red lipstick. Nothing too flashy, but it would definitely catch his eye. 
“Hey, Y/N—oh shit!” Darry exclaimed as you opened the door, “pardon my french, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” 
Slam dunk, hole in one, mission accomplished. In the first two seconds, you knew he loved it. 
“Is everything alright?” you asked him in a giggly tone. He took a few steps back to let you fully out of the door and turn around to lock it behind you.
“Oh, most definitely,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you twisted the key in the lock.  
“Well you looked like you’d seen a ghost there for a second," you teased him.
“I just—you look amazing, it took me by surprise…not that you don’t always look amazing, it’s just—is that a new dress?” he stammered. 
“Tripping over your words tonight, Curtis?” you teased again as you turned around in his arms, “yes, it’s a new dress. I wanted tonight to be special since, you know, it’s been awhile since we’ve been out.”
“Well…I…yeah, let’s go out then,” he replied, gesturing towards the truck without taking his eyes off you.
All the way to the car you could feel him watching you. He was normally so put together and sure-spoken. You’d definitely taken Darryl Curtis Jr. by surprise tonight and he was not going to waste a single moment’s opportunity to take it all in.
Ever the perfect gentleman, he opened the truck’s passenger door and helped you climb in. You were sure-footed in heels, but he always helped you up into the truck no matter what you’re wearing. Once you were seated, you could immediately tell that he’d put in his own kind of effort for the evening. The truck was freshly cleaned, tools taken out of the bed, seats even looked vacuumed. Soda and Steve must have done him a solid at the DX before he came over. 
That’s not to say his appearance was underwhelming in the slightest. As he started the engine, you admired the curve of his biceps peeking out from the sleeves of a freshly-ironed muscle tee. He was wearing his good jeans, the dark denim that fit him like a glove and had no holes. The best part, though: that one front curl of his greased dark hair fell effortlessly tousled along the middle of his forehead. It always looked, to you at least, like a special flair that someone put on a signature. Anyone could sign the name Darryl Curtis Jr., but could anyone else do that with such perfection? Probably not. 
“Is that new lipstick too?” Darry asked you as he pulled up to a stoplight. He took his eyes off the road and fully took in your face, appreciating it the way he always does but with a glimmer in eye that made you feel like his whole world and then some.
“Yeah,” you replied, “I heard you tell the guys last week that you like red lipstick and I didn’t have any so I picked some up.”
He replied with a deep sigh and a playful smile as the truck lurched forward at the green light. Darry’s always a careful driver, but you could tell it was hard for him to focus on the rules of the road at the moment.
“So you’re eavesdropping on the gang’s locker room talk, huh?” Darry teased. 
“It’s hardly eavesdropping when you’re all scream-talking in the living room and I’m six feet away in the kitchen,” you pointed out, “besides, aren’t you glad I overheard you say that?”
“Very glad,” he said as he put the truck in park down the street from the diner. He raised a gentle hand to your cheek, pulling you in for a soft kiss before getting out.
You got seated in the diner at your favorite booth, the one you and Darry always shared. Your red lips almost matched the color of the leather seats, like a picture in a magazine staged for perfection. Normally, he’s the type of guy who likes to sit next to his date on the same side of the booth, sling an around your shoulder, that kind of thing. But tonight he sat across from you, probably because the view was better.
“You two coming from some big party?” the waitress who always served you guys asked as she approached the table. 
“You’re dressed to the nines tonight!” she added, turning to you.
“Oh no, ma’am,” Darry replied for you, “just taking my favorite girl out tonight.”
“Special occasion then?” the waitress asked in a playful tone.
“It’s always a special occasion with Y/N.” Darry said, making you blush a little. 
He said it with a loving smile, never taking his eyes off you as he spoke to the waitress. If you’d have been on a date with any other man, any less respectful and upstanding man, the look he was giving you right now would have already escalated into a speedy trip to a private location. But not Darry. He wanted you, that was obvious, but he still had his morals. 
“You’re doing a lot of talking with your eyes tonight,” you said to Darry after you’d both placed your orders and the waitress was safely out of earshot. 
He cleared his throat and learned forward, extending his long arms across the table with hands outstretched and reaching for your own, “I could say the same about you. That dress is practically screaming at me.”
“Screaming what at you?” you giggled. 
“I think you know,” he replied with a wink. 
“Well,” you cocked your head to the side with a playful grin, “I think you should clarify because I was always taught that staring is rude.”
“Y/N,” he said slowly in a low tone, “I’m staring respectfully.”
“Oh what a perfect gentleman!” you teased.
“Even a perfect gentleman can be tempted,” he replied, “especially with a dress like that.”
The flirtation continued to escalate as the waitress came back with your food. Nothing special, but you were surprised that Darry ordered a beer. He doesn’t normally do that unless he’s nervous or…well, really wants to make sure he has a good time.
Once the dishes were cleared and the check paid, you two headed out of the dinner and into the fading Tulsa evening. Even the east side of the city could be charming at night, with the neon signs and other couples walking around, probably out for date night too. The Circle Cinema sign caught your eye as you walked hand in hand down the street. 
“Maybe we could catch a movie,” you suggested, pointing at the marquee. The truck was in eyesight now, and his gaze darted from your face to the outline of its fender and back to you. 
“Definitely not, darlin’” Darry replied, “we’re going home.”
“Why’s that?” you asked, “it’s still early, the night’s still young!”
“We’re going home,” he repeated, stopping and placing his two strong, calloused hands on your exposed shoulders, “because I’m tired of just staring respectfully at this dress.”
You giggled and grabbed his hand as you started walking again, “Respectfully, Curtis, I think I know what you mean.”
“Then get in this truck,” he said as he opened the door for you, “so we can go somewhere and get a little less respectful.”
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bookishbaby-blog · 6 days
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ever since I watched Pride and Prejudice (2005), this one moment has been scored on my heart, my brain, gosh even in my veins. I just can never get over the YEARNING. that lean in????? from both of them????? I am unwell-
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Fellow pirates, welcome to the Avenge Tour!
Following the tragic news about the future of ofmd, I've decided to channel my frustrations elsewhere.
They might have officially put the proverbial nail in the show's coffin, but that doesn't mean we can't remind the streaming services that as a fandom, we aren't going anywhere anytime soon.
Please feel free to tag your posts, fanfictions, fanart, analysis, rants, and all things ofmd related with #avengeofmd (if you want to, of course).
Remember, it's not over until Izzy sings la vi en rose!
(You may also like and reblog this post to spread awareness)
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cosmiclvoe · 1 year
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another chart of butch-adjacent* characters in media
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pocketgalaxies · 16 days
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"hi dad, it's jester. i know it's been a while since we were in zadash, buuut. just thinking about you. um, i miss you. you miss me?"
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Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round 3 (Bracket 4)
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poetrybyonur · 5 months
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When many people don’t even bother to read you when they pick you up, but only wish to look at your pretty pictures, we value the ones who choose to read us from cover to cover, relishing each paragraph and page, folding the corners of their favourite pages of us, not wanting to put us down. I cherish the ones who chose me to be their favourite book.
An older spoken word I redid. Please click on image to hear me speak.
Background music by Two Lanes.
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aeoris4lovers · 27 days
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you ever think about that conversation between jester and the gentleman and just get emotionally devastated all over again?
“what if you decide to give all this up and mama decides to leave and the two of you could ride off into the sunset and just live happily ever after?” “it’s a nice dream, isn’t it?” “yeah.” “it’s a nice dream.” he puts his hand on yours. “good night, jester.” “hey dad? next time i’m in town, let’s play some uno.” “okay.” he turns around and takes a few steps and stops, takes a deep breath, and then keeps walking. i stay there for an hour, not really sipping my drink, just staring. “did you hear that? we found him.”
excuse me while i go hurl myself into the sun. I’ve never recovered from the first time i watched it and i don’t think i ever will.
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ryanthel0ser · 7 months
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Thinking about the unseen trio that is Nero, Kyrie, and Nico
Nero and Kyrie are so in love with each other that even though they aren't married like they're married. Him calling Kyrie his girlfriend almost feels wrong like I know you haven't married her yet but that's your wife. They have matching necklaces and run an orphanage together, he calls her for support and comfort, she was his reminder of his humanity.
And then Nero and Nico are siblings. Like Nico is the big sister Nero never got, they bicker all the time to the point where it feels wrong when they aren't. What's funnier is she just walked into his life and went "I'm here now, you can't get rid of me" and Nero has just had to deal with it since. Honestly, I need another game just to see more of those two interacting.
We don't get to see or hear Nico and Kyrie interact but I don't doubt that Nico LOVES to do stuff like shove Nero out of the way and go "move I need to see my wife" and says things to Kyrie like "why him though, he sucks, he can't even fix his own sword properly." Kyrie is probably the only person Nico lets boss her around.
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andersdotters · 3 months
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Oddly enough, in terms of love languages, I don't think Diluc would have physical touch ranked at the bottom.
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ariadnethedragon · 4 months
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— The Gentleman’s Gambit, Evie Dunmore
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