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Maybe the issue isn't that people are "hating" on your favorite character by giving them "evil" behaviors but that you've constructed a neocalvinist concept of morality that casts all behaviors as 100% good or 100% bad and all bad behaviors are indicators that a person is 100% bad

#truly tho

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I think there is a strong propensity on this site to jump to something being wrong or assume a person is behaving maliciously. If there is a piece of wisdom I can impart from my ancient (by tumblr standards) or quite short (by real life standards) 29 years on this earth, it’s that life is a lot easier when you don’t ascribe intent to other people’s actions.

Try being inquisitive, not accusatory. It will save you from so much unnecessary pain.

Maybe try: Why did you choose to have Nina only use the word partner?

This way, you’re not putting the person you’re asking on the defensive from the start. And who knows? You might learn a cool new fact, or learn the person’s motivations.

Is Nina’s ex nonbinary? I’m asking since Nina uses “partner” to describe her ex instead of just “girlfriend” did Amazon not allow you to use the term girlfriend or something?

How do you know Nina's partner wasn't a man?

#rant post #I will never understand accusing the guy who’s been writing us queer representation for years as being afraid of writing queer repr

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There is a lot of opinions about the finale that I totally understand, but the one take I can’t abide by is the ‘ed got just over it in the next scene’ one.

Like y’all know grief isn’t linear, right? It’s not sobbing on the floor 100% of the time. There is no one way a person should grieve. In fact, detachment and moments of everything is fine are extremely common in early stages. It’s part of the denial phase. So no, Ed didn’t just forget about him and have a happily ever after. We just have to fill in the rest of the grieving process for ourselves.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #ofmd

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Okay so hear me out.

I know a lot of people are gonna call bullshit on Izzy dying from a stray shot, but you know what, it’s right for me.

The thing is that when Izzy was a miserable twat, with his walls up and his heart closed, he was invulnerable. When he was 1/2 of Blackbeard, he was an indestructible little fucker. When he started to let go of the toxic bullshit, he lost a leg. When he realized that piracy was about belonging and he recognized that crew meant family, he lost the last of his fucking armour. So it didn’t need to be an amazing sword fight. A weasel with a gun was enough.

Here’s a guy who lived leaps and bounds beyond the life expectancy of a normal pirate, who was fucking miserable the entire time. He prioritized survival his whole life until he didn’t, and probably had more happiness in his last month than he had before. I’m glad they didn’t try to send him out in a massive fuck off battle where he was an amazing badass. I think it would have taken away from his journey and growth.

All that said, I will be staunchly denying that this episode exists in any and all fanfic that will be forthcoming.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd #izzy hands #israel hands #my heart is bleeding send help

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I like it! Let's see if we can make it happen!

Send me prompts!

Hello lovely Izzy enjoyers. I’ve got the urge to right some Frenchie/Izzy/Fang, but I need some helping to get the juices flowing. I would love if people threw me some prompts of what they’d like to see. Im flexible in the types of relationships ie., throuple, v, etc. I’m open to smut and Im open to most kinks. No bodily functions or cnnc (no shame. I just don’t know much about it to write it well). Finally no underaged members in smutt stuff

Other than that, would love to see what you come up with! Canon, canon divergent, AU all welcome!

Also please, do we have a ship name yet? Frangzy? French Kevizzy? Please help me

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Hi!! Little prompt for Izzy/fang/frenchie— could we maybe get some Izzy comfort? It could be safeword comfort, things going too quickly and Izzy flipping out, anxious that he safeworded, or it can be comfort for anything! Just lots of Fang and Frenchie working together v well and in sync to take care of their scrungly little man <3

Summary: Frenchie and Fang notice Izzy isn't sleeping well. They want to do something about that.

Fluffy Hut/comfort with some mild discussion of trauma (canon typical)

Note: I love this! I'm going to save the safeword comfort for another story because this is the story that jumped out at me when I read your beautiful prompt.

This is unedited right now. I might come back and clean it up later but for the moment my focus is on getting the writing flowing.

Music inspo for this fic is Rosy Golan's It's Been a Long Day

Fang found Frenchie organizing goods in the hold. He knew it was still weird for Bonnets crew to see Frenchie and Jim doing so much work, but Fang was honestly pleased to see that neither of them were backsliding into laziness. If anything, their hard work was rubbing off on the others.

“Hey, man. How’re things going?” Fang asked.

Frenchie startled but settled into a smile when he realized it was only fang. “Good, yeah. Things are good. Just, you know, keepin’ busy.”

“And everything’s good with the mind box?” Fang asked, gesturing vaguely at his head.

“Yeah, good. It’s good. Everything is you know…” Frenchie trailed off as he looked into the distance.

“Good?”

“Yes. Yeah. Exactly.” Frenchie said, brightening back up.

Fang decided to leave that alone for now. “Listen, have you seen Izzy recently?”

“Saw him this morning, why?”

“Did you notice that he looked a little… unwell?” Fang asked.

Frenchie scoffed. “What do you mean? He looks loads better than he did before. He’s got his new leg on, he’s clean, and he doesn’t even have any visible bruises.”

“That is true,” Fang hedged. “It’s only, I don’t think he’s sleeping much. To me, it looks like he hasn’t slept in a few days.  

Frenchie looked considering. “Hmm, now that you mention it. I did see him practicing his sword fighting really early this morning, and Wee John said he was working real late last night.”

“I guess I’m just worried about him. The rest of us don’t sleep good at all, and we agreed he’s the most fucked up of all of us, so it must be worse for him.” Fang said, not bothering to hide the concern in his voice.

“Yeah, but its not so bad now that the crew is back because if one of us wakes up from a nightmare another crew person is always right there.” A moment of realization seemed to dawn on Frenchie. “Except Izzy doesn’t sleep in the crew pile. He sleeps alone. In the room where Blackbeard took his first toe. Oh shit, babes. Can’t say I blame him.”

Fang felt a blush creep up his neck at the nickname. He absolutely did not let himself giggle. Frenchie calls everyone that. He wasn’t flirting with fang. Besides, Fang was supposed to be solving the Izzy problem. “I wish we could just convince him to join us in the pile, but I don’t think he’d ever go for that.”

“I mean, he has loosened up a lot lately, but that might be a step to far. What if we brought the pile to him?” Frenchie asked.

“I don’t think that’s better. If anything, he’d be mad there was no one watching the deck.”

“No, I meant you and me. We could go to his room tonight and force him to sleep and tell him we’ll watch out for him,” Frenchie suggested.

Fang considered this. Actually, it made sense. Izzy wouldn’t really trust the rest of Bonnet’s crew, Archie and Jim had a particular energy about them. One that wasn’t conducive to a full night’s rest.

Fang agreed and they made plans to meet at Izzy’s room later.

….

Izzy sat heavily on his bed. He knew he needed to take off his hoof and check his leg, but he couldn’t make himself move. He was exhausted. Mentally, physically, emot—nope. Just mentally and physically. He was having trouble sleeping. That was all. He couldn’t sleep because they were heading into a new season and the sun cycles were changing. It was all to be expected. He’d adjust. He would.

Izzy was startled from his thoughts when he heard a knock at his door. Before he could respond, the door opened, and Fang and Frenchie spilled into the room.

“Oh, yes, please do come in. Thank you for knocking. It was very considerate of you,” Izzy said sarcastically. Though he knew that his words lacked their usual edge.

“Hi boss,” Fang said, brightly, “We were hoping to spend the night in here with you.” Frenchie was nodding in agreement.

Exhausted, Izzy asked, “Why? There are plenty of places on the ship if you’re too cold to sleep on deck.”

Frenchie said, “Yeah, but the thing is that Fang here has been having nightmares, and he said he hasn’t been feeling safe enough to sleep lately.”

Frenchie jabbed Fang with his elbow and Fang said, “Oh yeah! Everything that happened just keeps coming back to me. And I thought ‘hey what place is safer on this ship, than with Izzy Hands?’”

The crack of a cannon, a flash of lighting, the glint of light on a saw, and the smell of gunpowder flashed through Izzy’s mind in quick succession. His stomach rolled and he clenched his jaw.

“I’m a cripple now boys. You’re better off with just about anyone else on this ship. Hell, you’d be better off on your own. I’m a liability now.” Izzy didn’t like how truthful the words were, but he was just too tired to cover it up.

Fang frowned, “Boss, you literally saved our lives. You understand that, right? We would be dead without you. Lying at the bottom of sea.”

Izzy scoffed but didn’t argue he didn’t have the energy. He also really didn’t have the energy to watch over them tonight. It was on his tongue to say no when the image of a scene he walked into popped into his head. Fang crying into his cake and Frenchie staring blankly, emptily into the distance. And then, bizarrely, the feeling of Fang’s arms around him and Frenchie’s palm, warm in his.

“Okay, you can stay here. I’ll make sure you’re safe,” Izzy said. He couldn’t tell them that this room had long since been safe, but he thought he could probably make it safe for Fang just for tonight.

“Great!” Fang exclaimed and then immediately went over to Izzy’s dresser. “Frenchie help me with this.” The two began dragging the dresser across the floor.

“What the fuck?” Izzy asked incredulously.

Frenchie explained, “We’re blocking the door with the dresser, so no one can get in. This way, you don’t have to stay up all night.”

“I thought the whole point was that you needed me so you could feel safe,” Izzy said, suddenly feeling useless despite not wanting that responsibility only minutes before.

“This is just the first defence, boss. This way if Blac—Someone tries to come in, we’ll hear them and you’ll be ready to protect us,” Fang said.

“And if there’s a fire?”

Frenchie laughs, “A fire? We’re on the ocean. We’re literally surrounded by water.”

Izzy sighs deeply. “There are so many things wrong with that I don’t know where to start.” The thing was though. In Izzy’s 35 years at sea, he’d only really had to deal with one major fire. Fire wasn’t what kept him up at night. In fact, just seeing the door blocked by that heavy hunk of wood was settling something in him he didn’t care to examine. “Fine. If it makes you feel safer.”

Izzy began the arduous process of removing his peg leg. Before he could even get the straps undone, Fang was by his side.

“Let me help you with that, Izzy.”

Izzy growled, “I’m a cripple not an invalid.”

“He knows that,” Frenchie said. “Helping you will make him feel better, innit? Don’t you want Fang to feel better?”

Izzy huffed but didn’t move to stop Fang as he eased the false leg off and placed it to the side. Fang loosened the tie on Izzy’s pant leg and pulled the leg up his thigh. Izzy wished he had some semblance of embarrassment about this, but the four of them had seen Izzy in every stage of loosing his leg so it wasn’t like he could say it would be a shock for Fang.

Frenchie brought over Izzy’s water basin and said, “Here you go, babes.”

Abruptly, Izzy took in the scene before him. Fang, kneeling on the ground, about to wash Izzy’s stump, while Frenchie watched. Heat creeped up his neck and he felt a bit woozy. This was too intimate. He was too vulnerable. He needed to put a stop to this. He was about to do just that when Fang began gently dragging the cloth across the raw skin.

Izzy’s eyes fluttered shut. When he did this for himself, he was impatient and rough. It had always hurt. Now, with Fang being careful, it didn’t feel good exactly, but it was nothing like the pain he was used to.

“It’s looking better. Does the new leg fit better? You don’t have as many cuts and wounds.” Frenchie asked.

Izzy tamped down on the flare of emotion that burst in him at the mention of that fucking leg. He didn’t think he could speak without his voice cracking, so he just nodded in reply.

Fang smiled up at him and said, “That’s great, Izzy. Glad to hear.”

“You know,” Frenchie said frowning, “Your thigh muscles are looking really tense. Maybe I should just…” As he trailed off, he reached over to grasp at Izzy’s thigh.

Izzy made it through approximately thirty seconds of Frenchie massaging his thigh before he felt a lance of heat in his groin. He jerked back and choked out, “That’s enough. Thank you. I think it’s time to sleep now.”

Frenchie gave him an odd look but didn’t argue. Izzy was honestly shocked that he had felt anything even approaching arousal. He wasn’t sure it was going to possible for him after the Kraken.

Frenchie took the spot next to the wall and Izzy waited for Fang to get in. When he didn’t, Izzy looked at him quizzically.

“If it’s okay with you, boss, I’d rather take the outside. I find it more comfortable, and I get hot easily,” Fang said.

Izzy wanted to argue. Wasn’t the whole point of being here to make fang feel safer? Shouldn’t Izzy be closest to the door so he could spring into action if necessary? Izzy wanted to argue. He really did. But he was so tired. He just didn’t have it in him. His body, without full permission from him, crawled in next to Frenchie.

The bed wasn’t that comfortable for one person, never mind three, but somehow, they made it work. Izzy didn’t protest when Fang’s arms slid around him. There wasn’t really another way to make it work. Frenchie’s head rested against his shoulder and Izzy found he couldn’t really complain about that either.

Izzy was warm, his body was pressed against on both sides, there was no way someone could barge through that door, and he could finally feel himself drifting off to sleep.

Just before he slipped off, he heard Fang’s gentle voice. “You know, Frenchie, that mind box won’t hold forever.”

Izzy felt Frenchie shift against him, could feel the protest coming. In a raspy, sleep filled voice, Izzy said, “He’s right. Just look at me. I thought I had everything locked up tight. Eventually, something has to give.”

Frenchie laid a hand against Izzy’s chest in acknowledgement.

In that same quiet voice, Fang said, “I’m here for you if you need to talk, Frenchie.” Then Fang gave Izzy a squeeze that felt a lot like ‘you too, Izzy’.

No more words were said that night. Instead, Izzy fell into a blissfully uninterrupted sleep.

#Fang/Frenchie/Izzy #A new ship name has been suggessted #Kitty bites #let's see if it catches on! #ouizzy #Frenchie/fang #Fang/Izzy #izzy hands

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Send me prompts!

Hello lovely Izzy enjoyers. I’ve got the urge to right some Frenchie/Izzy/Fang, but I need some helping to get the juices flowing. I would love if people threw me some prompts of what they’d like to see. Im flexible in the types of relationships ie., throuple, v, etc. I’m open to smut and Im open to most kinks. No bodily functions or cnnc (no shame. I just don’t know much about it to write it well). Finally no underaged members in smutt stuff

Other than that, would love to see what you come up with! Canon, canon divergent, AU all welcome!

Also please, do we have a ship name yet? Frangzy? French Kevizzy? Please help me

#izzy hands #ofmd prompt #ouizzy #izzy/fang #ofmd fang #Frenchie

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I can totally agree that Green Day is an excellent aesthetic match for Ed!

EXCUSE ME???

#ofmd s2 spoilers

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The amount of people not recognising the Whitesnake lyrics in ep 4 is making me feel like some sort of ancient relic.

#solidarity fam #I too am old

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I hate to break this to you, friend. Those are the literal lyrics of a whitesnake song. I really don’t think it was meant as a Green Day reference

EXCUSE ME???

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers

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#ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #steddyhands #ouizzy #izzy hands #ofmd fang

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Izzy Hands enjoyers while writing their fics: Haha yes. Make the rat man cry

David Jenkins: Hold my beer

#izzy hands #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers

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Okay so, like, I was ready to hate the TeenWolf movie, but you know what? Yeah I hated it.

Here’s the thing, it started out with superhero music and the overacting, and yeah it’s hokey and more than a little cringey, but honestly, that’s kind of what I loved about the early seasons of the show. It had charm.

There isn’t enough charm in the world to fill the plot holes in this movie though. What a dumpster fire.

Also who the hell thought the thing with Derek and the fire was a good idea? God, you just know someone in the writers room used the word ‘poetic’. Gross, stop, we hate it a didn’t want it.

I’m still glad this movie was made though. Think of all the new GIFs we have now to use for our own devious fandom purposes.

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #spoilers

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Excuse me while I just

This fic is incredible, wonderful, fabulous, and brilliant. Everyone should go read it because it will make your life better!

Happy @stetersecretsanta2022 to @thegreatcanadianjackalope! You were an absolute joy to write for, and I hope you like the completed work. I had so much fun (and stress and late nights, but we're not thinking about that right now) writing this fic! I have about a million 'thank you's to say, starting with @shey-elizabeth for hosting the event! I also want to thank the awesome folks at the @alwaysthealpha and the Secret Santa support group chat(@teenwerewoofs, @meggie-stardust, @ambersagen, @tarantula-teeth, @midmorning-bomb, @vmures, and @bwtch) for all of their cheerleading, inspiration, and support. I could not have done this without you all and I am so, so grateful for you all! Happy holidays! All of that being said, on to the actual gift:

Mission Control

Mature | Steter | 43,140 words | 8/8 chapters

Stiles is at his wit's end trying to keep Scott and The Pack safe. It's not like there's a manual on the care and keeping of your superhero friends. So he seeks out the next best thing - The Alpha, Beacon Hills' original hero that disappeared years ago. It takes a lot of digging, and what he finds isn't what he expected. Can he break through The Alpha's reclusive nature and protect his friends? Teen Wolf superhero AU where Stiles is the guy in the chair, Scott's the team leader, and Peter doesn't want anything to do with them.

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Additional Tags: Superhero AU, Recluse Peter, Tech Guy Stiles, (Most of) The Hale Family lives, Canon-Typical Violence, Kidnapping, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Slow Burn, Torture, Permanent Injury, Injury Recovery, Rescue, Some tech babble, Some folklore babble, Minor Character Death, Getting Together, Don't look too closely at the timeline at any point but I did try, It's not worse than the canon TW timeline so, Anxiety, Unbeta'd please forgive mistakes, Gift Fic, Steter Secret Santa, Steter Secret Santa 2022, I think that's all the tags but please let me know if I missed something

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Steter Secret Santa Gift

For my giftee, Allabouttheeffort

Why don’t you just come home

Everything Stiles knew about Peter could be summed up as follows: He was Talia’s younger brother by quite a bit; Unlike Derek, he had been an excellent enforcer; and two and half years ago, he’d killed an Alpha in defence of the Hale pack and became one as a result.

What Stiles had not known and what no one had bothered to tell him was that Peter was the single most attractive person Stiles had ever seen.

Tags: Alive Hales, Alternate Universe, Magic Stiles, Alpha Peter, Failwolf Derek, Stiles is smitten, Peter is whipped, Derek is just done. Feels, Cannon-typical violence, brief discussion of alcoholism, non-explicit sex.  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43789362

#allabouttheeffort #steter secret santa 2022

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🎅 I'm back with a few more sneaky secret santa questions! Do you prefer the mountains or the beach/ocean (or another option, if that's your thing!)? Who is your favorite beta from the show? Do you like technology, or is it not your thing? Super excited to learn more and keep working on your gift!! I hope all is well with you 😊

Hi hi!

There is a special place in my heart for the mountains <3 but let me tell you, oh boy am I terrified of driving in them. I have the wonderful combination of car trauma and a fear of heights. Still though, I do love those mountains!

Picking my favourite beta isn’t going to be easy for me, but I guess if I have to pick, I’ll say Boyd because he’s the type of person I love to have as a friend.

I like technology, and I have a decent understanding of it, but I’m certainly not any type of tech wizard.

Thank you! I’m so excited about this Secret Santa 🤶!!!

Hope you’re doing well <3

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Hey there! It’s your Steter Secret Santa 😎 Just wanted to toss you a few questions to help with brainstorming! Do you prefer stories where everyone is the supernatural being that they were in canon, or is that not important to you in an AU? Are you a fan of superheros or comics at all? And what was your favorite and least favorite subject in school? Looking forward to creating for you!

Hello Santa!

I love stories where they’re canon supernatural, all human, or even different kinds of supernatural!

I do like superheroes and comic books. I tend to like the darker, grittier stuff there but at the same time, sky high was like my favourite movie when I was a kid.

My favourite subject was music (band class to be specific), and least favourite was definitely chemistry.

I’m so excited thank you Santa!