#but we can pretend its about izzy hands

[ritzcrackee]

oh to be a right hand man who wants more than he has...

[jakedustry]

𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 - 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

drabble

wc 1k+

warnings f!reader, oral (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, marks/hickeys, mention of m! masturbation

↪ izzy adds... everyone say thank you to my best friend for sending me this idea one fine night so that I could wake up to a paragraph about how he'd eat me out because that's what made me write this

It wasn’t that long since you started dating Jake Sim. You started as friends – best friends even. When he first came into your math class, you weren’t paying much attention to him. Honestly, you were too busy trying to figure out where your other classes were to even notice him, but he caught your eyes a few weeks later when he decided to sit next to you. At first, you only exchanged a few smiles and short greetings, but after a while, he started asking you questions, trying to get to know you. 

After that, it only took a few more weeks for him to become your best friend. And now, just a month ago, he managed to gather all his courage and ask you out on a date, confessing he had those intentions from the moment he sat next to you. You couldn’t say no to him then, and that hasn’t changed since then. How could you when he was the one to show you what love feels like?

“What’s up?” You wonder, looking down at your lap where your boyfriend rests. He is lying on his stomach, his head on your belly, absolutely unfocused on the movie on your TV. “Nothing,” he mumbles but doesn’t look up to meet your eyes. “Jakey,” you say, cupping his cheeks and making him look up. “What’s on your mind?” 

“You are,” he answers, making you scoff. “I mean it,” he looks you straight in the eyes before looking down again, his fingers playing with the hem of your pants. He mutters something under his breath, but you don’t manage to catch it. “What was that?” You ask, your cheeks flushing red the moment he looks up, flashing you the cutest puppy eyes you’ve seen yet. “W-What?” 

“Do you think I could eat you out?” He repeats his question, this time louder, with more confidence. You could never say no to him, and he knew it. But honestly, you didn’t even want to tell him no. 

The excitement in his eyes as he sees you nod is unbelievable, and before you know it, he is pulling your pants and underwear down. You’re embarrassed. You try to hide your face behind your hands, but Jake is quicker, holding your hands in his to make sure you see him. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.” 

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” you shake your head. “We’ve never– you know, you haven’t– and–” you try to form a meaningful sentence, making your boyfriend laugh. He pulls himself up to face you, tugging your hair behind your ear before he cups your cheeks. “I know, I know,” he whispers, his eyes full of assurance. “And we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready. You can stop me whenever you want, and we can pretend nothing ever happened. I don’t want to rush you. I’ve just been wondering how you’d taste,” he caresses your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss to prove he means everything. 

You don’t want to see your face because you know you’re as red as ever. But Jake doesn’t seem to mind a bit, carefully moving down again and making himself comfortable between your legs. You watch him place your legs on his shoulders, smiling at you to assure you once more before his attention shifts to your lower lips. 

He starts carefully, his tongue making its way from your clit down to your needy entrance. He takes his time with everything, making sure every lick of his, every movement he does, is as perfect as ever. He can’t rush this; he keeps repeating to himself. 

Jake keeps glancing up at you at first, wanting to see your reactions, but he soon gives up on that, too, diving in completely and focusing on his movements instead. 

“So good,” Jake moans, tongue-fucking you. Your head is thrown back, your hand in his hair as you cum for the second time. At this point, you don’t even know what he’s saying. He started blabbing stuff when you came for the first time and haven’t stopped since. He moves slightly up, sucking on your clit while his fingers make their way to your hole. You gasp when he inserts his middle and ring finger, lazily fingering you. Your legs shake, but he doesn’t stop. It’s as if he was in his world, on cloud nine, just because he can eat you out. 

His free hand wraps around your thigh, still trusting his fingers into you as he looks up at you. “You’re the best,” he mumbles, placing kisses on your inner thigh. “So good, I could do you forever.” You don’t get a chance to answer. Before you can even think of a response, his tongue is sliding between your folds again, and you’re unable to speak. Forget a dessert, this was the whole meal for him. 

“Jake– Wait, I can’t– not anymore,” you cry out, letting go of his hair, and it’s like something in him switches, looking at you immediately, his eyes full of worry. “What is it, baby?” He asks, completely frozen. “‘S too much,” you admit. “I can’t anymore.” He sighs in relief, slowly moving his fingers again, as if he didn’t hear you at all. “Is that so?” He coos, sucking on your inner thigh this time, and you’re sure it will leave a mark. “One more, please. You’ve been so good,” he praises. “Please, pup.” 

“Last one, though,” you agree, giving him a warning look that, however, only makes him chuckle. Jake returns to his job within seconds, leaving hickeys and marks all over your inner thighs while he fingers you before going back to sucking on your clit again. This time alone, though, his free hand doesn’t end up anywhere on your body, but instead, he uses it to pull down his pants, freeing his aching cock. 

His moans get louder as he palms his cock, pulling his fingers out to focus better. The praises from before turn into incomprehensible whines of lust and groans of your name, driving you crazy. 

It doesn’t take much longer for you to cum on his tongue again. Even though you thought you didn’t have another one in you, he managed to prove you otherwise, releasing all over your thighs soon after. His breath shakes as he falls on you, embracing you in a hug, as if this was just another one of your cuddling sessions. You’re both a mess, but you couldn’t have enjoyed this more. “So good,” he mumbles again before he sucks on your neck, leaving a hickey there too. “My girl tastes so good.”

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

if you’re not taking requests totally ignore this. but i was hoping if u could write a short drabble or whatever about the reader being like a bio/chem major and anakin being like a literature major (kinda get those vibes from his role in shattered glass as stephen glass) and their cute differences :D. i lowkey need it as motivation for the ap’s im taking 😔. if thats out of your comfort zone or if you don’t want to write that i understand!! i love your work 💗

Author's note: I do take requests!!! It's my first drabble EVER..and I hope it's good.. really 😭 YOU GO LOVE, YOU CAN DO IT, I BELIEVE IN YOU <3

pairing: literature major!anakin x biochem major!reader

The library was a sanctuary of silence, but the hushed murmur of pages turning and the occasional tapping of keyboards seemed to fade whenever Anakin and you shared a glance. You were huddled over your chemistry notes - the structure of complex molecules sprawling across your laptop screen, while Anakin lounged across from you, lost in the pages of a leather-bound volume of classic literature, just as he loved.

His long fingers traced the spine of his book as if it were a cherished secret. The dim light cast shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the intense focus in his eyes. You couldn’t help but let your gaze linger on him, captivated by the contrast between his world of words and your realm of scientific formulas.

“Need any help with those compounds?” he asked, finally, as if knowing how many times your gaze fell on his face. His voice was low and smooth, carrying the hint of a smile you knew well. His eyes flickered up from the book, catching yours with a mischievous glint.

You rolled your eyes playfully, though you couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “I doubt your poetic musings will be much help with my chemical bonds,” you replied, though the teasing tone in your voice was softened by the affection you felt towards the young man

He leaned in closer, his voice a seductive murmur. “Ah, but you’d be surprised. The beauty of language can often explain the complexities of science.. Imagine, if you will, a molecule as a character in a novel, its bonds and interactions like a plotline that weaves through the narrative.”

You laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made Anakin’s heart race. His gaze dropped to your soft-looking lips for a moment before returning to your eyes, the heat between you palpable. Humanists, who would have known they can be so romantic in their speech? “You and your metaphors,” you teased, your fingers brushing against his hand as you reached for a textbook. "But you know what intrigues me" you made a small pause "how does a literature major end up as my personal distraction?” you teased, lightly flirting with your own boyfriend

Anakin’s fingers traced lightly over the edge of your open notebook, a barely perceptible touch that sent a shiver up your spine when his ocean blue eyes tried to read your writing “I guess I’m just trying to add a little poetry to your periodic table.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think it over. “Poetry and science? That’s like mixing oil and water.”

“Ah,” he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “but even oil and water have chemistry. You just need the right catalyst.”

You laughed softly, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his charm. The truth was, you never really could “You think you’re the catalyst?”

He leaned in closer, his lips inches from your own, voice a low murmur. “I think I could make you react.”

You felt the blush bloom on your cheeks, your heart skipping a beat at his words. "Careful, you might just cause an exothermic reaction."

Anakin's smile widened, his thumb grazing your jaw as he whispered, “Then let's see how much heat we can handle."

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[bowieandqueen11]

Seductress / Izzy Hands Imagine

Request: Hi i was wondering if you could do an izzy x reader where lucius purposely tries to make izzy jealous (it works btw) the rest is up to you also could the reader have gender neutral pronouns so everyone can share the fun! Thank you for fueling the hyperfixation fire! Lots of love 💕

Aww lovely that's so kind of you, thank you!! I love writing Lucius being a little shit (affectionate) towards Izzy lmao we love a flirty bestie!

Warning: Nothing too graphic but NSFW, some sexual innuendos and some strong language!

(I do not own OFMD or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @dizzy-izzy-hands.)

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You should have known rightly from that tell-tale smirk that Lucius had nothing good planned.

The man had barely been able to sit still all day. He seemed to have taken it upon himself to be as much of a nuisance as possible: must have unwrapped himself from Black Pete's arms that morning, sat up with wide stretching arms and a smile as ferocious as the jaded depths of Davy Jones' locker itself as he decided, with an assertive nod to the rest of the crew, to cause as much mischief as he could that day.

After all, Lucius, the king of pickpocketing, was more than acute at spotting stolen glances from miles away. Of noting darting looks; that morning, as he had sipped his orange juice and observed Izzy over the rim of his glass, it hadn't escaped his notice how he had almost- god, so he had been so close to not losing his nerve. He had warbled, almost swaying from side to side as Izzy plundered the depths of his mind to try and find the courage to sit and have breakfast on your other side, but as soon as you had raised your eyes curiously to see what he had been doing, he jolted back as if electrocuted and scurried off back to the deck. Lucius' sigh had been frustrated enough to blow bubbles of juice out and splatter them onto your already scowling face.

Nor had he missed the lingering wistfulness shrouding Izzy's eyes that same afternoon: the way he had watched you from the rigging of the Revenge, clinging onto the rope as if for dear life any time you passed him by. From helping Roach roll more barrels of dried meat down into the kitchen, or nearly keeling yourself over the edge of the ship to avoid Edward and Stede's impromptu sword fighting lesson, Izzy had been almost... calm. Placated? Silent? Bashful, Lucius thought, as he had watched the man's fist squeeze so tightly into a ball he thought the leather might tear down the seams right there and then. With a hand on his hip and a huff in your direction, Lucius was getting incredibly fed up of being the only one to notice how bashfully Izzy tried to look anywhere else when your eyes met. How your voice cracked when he had come sliding up to you, hammer looking quite menacing as he thumped it against his palm and asked you why you had made it your life's work to cross Izzy's line of vision any time you could.

'This has been going on for weeeeeks, when are you two just going to stop pretending you don't want to slam each other into the wall until you're gasping for air every time you see each other', he had groaned, throwing his head back and trying to beckon Wee John over to give his concerns some backing. The man, too busy sewing a hole in his trousers back together, and having enough sense to fear for his life with the way Izzy was glaring daggers his way, quickly shook his head and buried it back down in the mottled fabric.

'I have no idea what you're talking about', you had replied curtly, effectively ending the conversation. Even if he had flared his nostrils and thwacked you teasingly over the head with the long edge of his sleeve, a blind man would have been able to see the glimmer in your eye as you looked hopefully in Izzy's direction.

No, this man really did not miss a thing. And it was beginning to drive you insane.

Thankfully, he had been gracious enough to already warn you ahead of time about his brand new spanking plan to get this idiot of a first mate to admit his feelings for you. About how, once Stede had informed the crew that they would be stopping off on a little island called 'Tangerine Grove' during the sunset, so he and Ed could have their daily constitutional through the silver gleams cast by pale tree light only the rock hidden away behind the tip of Blindman's Cove could bring, a lightbulb had gone off in Lucius' head.

Which is how you had ended up here: shivering under the growing violet wisps of dusk that splattered the spring sky, sitting alone along an unfamiliar stretch of beach, wishing you could rescind your acceptance of Lucius' excited plan and instead go join your friends as they ran, barefoot, through the wet grains and wrestled each other into the waves. Only Izzy was still standing apart, looking entirely uncomfortable as he rubbed his jaw against his shoulder. Without even realising, he found his heel to be tapping a thousand miles per minute upon the ground: a horrid itching sensation spiking its way up his legs as he tried his best to look nonchalantly towards the dipping curve of the sun. To look anywhere else apart from at you. God, he fucking hated the way you made him feel so... fragile. So stunted. Even Edward had encouraged him that morning to try and express his lingering feelings to you, but a harrowing hatred had pierced his heart and caged the words from escaping their writhing chambers.

Hatred at how foolish he felt running away. Hatred at how Edward teased him, despite seeming like a lovesick idiot for a stupid twat that would be seem like shit scraped off the bottom of his boot compared to you. Hatred at how vulnerable he felt. Hatred for himself. For how he had been the harbinger of his own ruination. How, in the end, his misery was no one's fault but his own.

'Well now', Lucius enunciates in a sing song voice, clucking his tongue at the end. You almost jump out of your skin as he appears before you, drawn away from watching Izzy's face contort in flashes of fury as Lucius' torso replaces your view. His furrowed brow and pursed lips almost endue him with a sage like intensity, as he dips his head and shoots you an almost sympathetic frown.

He waggles his eyebrows as he perches down on the cragged rocks lining the shoreline next to you. 'What do we have here, then? Little Y/n, sitting here on this god forsaken rock with stupid arse over there too emotionally gagged to come keep you company. How tragic. Do you think the stick up his bum stops him from walking over here? Or maybe it's-'

'Lucius, you really don't have to do this.' You grab onto his arm, almost pleading with him through the frantic batting of your eyelashes, but Lucius just pats your fingers and intertwines them within his own. Laying your hands on his lap, he cocks his head and carefully strokes a path down your knuckles.

'Anything for my bestie', he winks, before glancing rather conspicuously behind his shoulder to trace Izzy's path. 'Besides, if that man doesn't just admit his feelings, one of us is going to end up kicking him up the arse. And as much as I would love that to be me, I want one of my favourite people in the whole world to be happy more. Trust me, I’m fantastic at forcing two knobheaded people to admit their true feelings for each other.'

’Oi, I'm not a kno-’, you try to retort with a roll of your eyes, but are stopped short by Lucius grabbing the bottom of your chin like crab pincers digging into your skin, and has already turned your face so your nose is lined up directly with his mouth.

'You know, it's been a long time since I sketched you.' His fingers dart up your face, walking their way up your cheek until Lucius brushed his knuckles back down to your jawline. 'If you like', he leans closer to you and purses his lips, 'we could fill the rest of Stede's journal right up.' He makes sure his voice is loud enough - sultry enough, that even Roach perks his head up from where he's laying starfish on the shoreline.

There we go.

Bingo.

A muscle in Izzy's tense jaw jumps: a minute twitch, but enough to let a far too smug looking Lucius know that he's on the right track.

'Or if that's not your jam, I know something else we can do', he leans in closer so his lips move against the shell of your ear with each word, and despite yourself your back rolls with shivers at the warm blows against your inner ear. 'Roach clued me in to some hidden compartments Stede had built into the ship. No more audience - just us, if you catch my drift', he finishes with an accentuating wink and kiss to the back of your hand.

The sound of a high pitched whistling even made Frenchie and the Swede pause their scuttling in the dirt for starfish, whipping their heads under their arms and burying themselves in the sand as they waited for the cannon fire to land. Nothing came, though. Instead, the sound only grew louder... and louder... until everyone was glancing uneasily up at the puffy clouds, waiting for a cleft to appear through the weaving pink breeze.

Only you and Lucius knew to look inland, rather than up at the heavens.

And there he stood: the incoming hit. The seething tempest. The washed up wreck.

The poor man was already fuming. If he bit his tongue an inch harder, the blood would begin to pour out of the corners of the man's mouth as if he had willingly swallowed arsenic, and was allowing it to fester in the recesses of his heart. Anything, anything would be better than letting it tremble. So blood it is. Down the poison willingly goes.

You would have been able to hear the sigh that blew out from Izzy’s flaring nostrils from the crow’s nest. Forget that: you’d be able to feel the burning steam radiating off his near vibrating body from the next continent. With each passing second Izzy could feel his heart decaying in pulsing oozes through his chest cavity. And with every smile, every lingering brush of someone else's fingers on your skin, the rot residing in his soul became that little bit more mutilating. The touch of Lucius' pointer finger against your cupid's bow finally goaded his insides to slither out in a body wracking convulsion: his heart finally mouldering out through the corner of his eyes in snaking tendrils.

He finds his feet pounding across the horizon before the rational part of his brain could try to keep up. Lucius barely has time to register the swarm of black buzzing in front of his face before claws have dug into his striped shirt and have hoisted him up like a ragdoll. The feel of Izzy's teeth baring against his nose is enough even to make Lucius' head recoil.

'Get your fucking little, dirty, clawed rat hands the fuck away from them.' Izzy spits at Lucius' boots, content only when the man grimaced and took a hop backwards and away from his lacerating fingers.

'What's your problem, Dizzy Izzy', Lucius hisses back, hunching down onto his haunches and resting his hands treacherously on your shoulders: far too close, as he squeezes you reassuringly. Too damn fucking close, for Izzy's taste. 'Just because it's not your fingers, doesn't mean you have to be so jealous. We don't own each other on this ship. If you're interested, all you have to do is say.'

'Who says I'm fucking jealous', he tries to shrug, but his voice is strained. Wracked. He's obviously trying to stop himself melting to your feet and placating himself at your shrine right there and then, ready to die under your heel.

Izzy glances uncertainly along the ground, doing his best to seem as straight laced as usual, but growing more and more discourteous in his manner at the way Lucius grins at his growing discomfort. 'Oh come on, you wouldn't mind if Y/n and I headed back to the ship right now, right? After all, Dizzy Izzy doesn't get jealous. He wouldn't care if he could hear screaming coming from-'

'You shut your fucking mouth.' He shoves a thick finger into Lucius' chest, nearly toppling over himself trying to get his arm in to separate the man from your back.

'Or what?', Lucius replies, trying to keep his grip by your neck while also trying to bat off Izzy's slicing hands. He manages to pull back and wring his hand out right before Izzy bared his teeth and took a chunk out of it. 'What are you going to do, Izzy? Give me a lashing? I'm sure you'd love to do that to Y/n. Or maybe for them to do that to you - I've always known you were a mas-'

'You little. Fucking. Tease.' Despite the ferocity of his words as he spits them out from his serpent tongue, the tenderness of his fingers as he reaches down to grip your wrist surprises you. He tugs you up, taking a step around your body as if to shield you from the gratified smirk Lucius is radiating.

'I could destroy you, you know, and everyone would thank me for it. Because that's what you do, isn't it?' He was trying his best to sound as bratty as possible, but there was an almost imperceptible shake in his fingers as he tightened his grip on your wrist. 'A proper little seductress. Using and destroying perfect things.'

'Perfect?', you whisper out from behind his back, your hand coming up to touch your lips as if you could taste the sweetness dripping off the word. Izzy's brows furrow as he curses himself. Fuck. He's fucking done it now. What kind of sap will you think he is? Standing there with knees nearly knocking before you, some kind of fucking pirate with his squeaky voice and thumb circling delicate paths along your wrist.

'Do you really mean that?', you ask, the eagerness in your tone enough to make Izzy's breath falter in the back of his throat. He nearly chokes on it, but finds just enough to pant out the truest words left in his rotten body.

'I... meant, what I said.'

You flash your eyes toward him in surprise, but the man is already staring directly at you. What you were surprised about though, were the tears that were shrouding the usual piercing glare of his irises. He looked almost… childlike. Mythical. Almost pitiable, standing on the long stretch of mist, feet crushing into the grains of sand as if he were willing himself to stay anchored, to not fade away with his tears into the spray of mist.

A man strung up by the tendrils of heart, doomed to stay wanting, waiting, fading into the rays of light.

It was almost phantasmal. And as you used your free hand to cup Izzy's cheek, it was almost enough for him to trick him into believing that he was alive again.

Even Lucius’ mouth drops down into a surprised ‘oh’ as a lone tear manages to tear a ragged path down the first mate’s sullen cheek.

He snorts, raising his eyes to the piercing blue skyline and trying to blink the tears back past his eyelashes. It's when the whining starts: the soft, pitiable howls of a kicked man being held for the first time of his life, that the patchwork mould surrounding what's left of Israel Hands' inner sanctum begins to crack away. He burrows himself into the warm, welcoming palm of your hand, allowing the water to flow over the bud of his nose.

Before your feet could even register that they were moving, Izzy has dragged you away from Lucius and into the shade of a nearby orange tree. A few fireflies began to peek their heads out from between the stout leaves at the disturbance: like honey dripping down from bowed boughs, brushing kindly against Izzy's glowing cheeks and making him seem almost saint-like as they gathered around his head. The sound of your shipmates begins to blur into the distance as the singing is replaced by the wretched pants of Izzy's breath.

He slams your back against the curved bark of the tree, sliding his boots in front of yours and leaning his body over you, effectively trapping you between the scratchy bark and the heaving muscle of his abdomen. You shiver, unsure if it's due to the champagne bubbles lapping their way towards your bare feet, or the feel of Izzy raising the wrist he's almost bruising above your head, no longer trying to hide the fact he's holding you in place against his body.

'Why do you stay around such unsavoury characters.' The bastard bares his teeth at you. God, he was enjoying this far too much. Enjoying raising his knee until the bone nearly kneaded against your groin. Enjoying using his free hand to grip onto your jaw just as Lucius had done, but far needier. He digs into your skin as he tilts your head back, and you can feel his smirk branding it’s way into the bare strip of skin between the nape or your neck and the hollow of your earlobe as he leans down to whisper: 'A fine creature such as yourself should be careful of deranged creatures like that. They slink out of the depths like demons. So perverse.'

Fucker makes sure to run his lips from your shoulder blade right up to your pulse point first, though.

'You should thank me for saving you from his depravity.'

'Oh of course', you begin to smile, playing along with his little fable. His little knight in shining armour tale, so he didn't break apart so easily. 'I have to thank you. You've been watching me for a while, haven't you? Taking care of me from afar...', you take a chance while he's distracted breathing in your scent to dip down and nip at his earlobe.

His legs start to waver then, and with a quick reflex that had got you onto Stede’s crew in the first place, you manage to steady him with a hand placed around the firm muscle of his waist.

'I did my best to save you from that seductress.' His teeth clash against your bottom lip in an almost wantonly manner, hovering his mouth over yours. It takes almost all of his self control to seem like he’s seething as his nose pokes against yours; it takes every piercing shred of self restraint he has to not wet your bottom lip with his tongue.

As tough as he thinks he's being, he’s not incredibly subtle in his thoughts and temptations, if the way he can’t stop staring at your mouth is anything to go by. Something wild makes his eyes gloss over: a tightly leashed repression, a long tempered heartache burrowing their way out of his eyes until he can barely hold back the parasitic tears.

His mouth trembles as it falls open, 'you deserve someone proper. Someone better-', he swallows thickly, eyes darting quickly between your own and back down to your widening lips. 'Someone better than them. Someone better than me-'

He looks wonderstruck, and you can't bear just to see its ferity anymore. You have to taste it. And if the manic glint in his eye is anything to go by, Izzy is in exactly the same boat.

His words are quickly enveloped by your mouth. He gasps against your tongue, his own quivering as an overwhelming rush of pure love gushed through him like the rips of a storm. He wastes no time: afraid this was a trick, a prank, a cruel mirage, his mind still trapped in one of his restless, far too fleeting dreams. He lips frantically latch, smother, tug, overwhelm you until you can barely breathe. Can barely feel. Your eyes flicker close in bliss as he allows you a moment of respite from all his pent-up want, his all consuming need, planting a trail of open mouth kisses followed by wide planted licks down your throat.

The slide of your feet against the trim of his steadying boot is a welcome relief from the burn of Izzy's hand as he grips onto your waist like a man possessed. His fingers clench, nearly lifting your lower half up to grind against his abdomen, stopping himself only at the last second and lowering you back down into his unforgiving grip.

You almost gasp when you feel your name roll of his tongue and reverberate through your neck in a hoarse moan. He tries to subdue his embarrassment by finally... finally reaching up and lacing the fingers clawing at your wrist within your own. If he wasn't too busy devouring the bare stretch of skin between your neck and your breast, Izzy perhaps might have felt embarrassed by the way his pelvis was bucking up wildly, leather slapping lewdly up against your inner thigh.

But he isn't embarrassed. He doesn't feel anything at all, except for a coursing rush of life flow through his veins for the first time in years.

He crumbles against you, surprisingly gentle as he claws and kneads and mewls into you, his lips dragging down and over to the side of your jaw now with quick, tempered nicks. His hand lets go of yours to trail down your inner palm, a shit eating grin branding its way into your chest as it traces down your arm, and then quickly falls so both hands are squeezing tightly into the meat of your waist. He bites down at your skin, incisors almost drawing blood against your pec. He swipes his tongue against the cut in apology, sucking against the skin as his trousers bounce up and tighten at the sound of you mewling. You scramble your free hand onto his shoulder to try and keep yourself in place, the man ravishing you so forcefully the tips of your toes could barely touch the ground.

Your full weight is resting on his torso, happy to let yourself flop over his shoulders and allow easier access for him to litter hickeys along the sinews of your throat. He does so gladly, making sure on his way to lift his hands and move them to slap down on your buttocks with a squeeze that leaves you reeling.

You're too busy whimpering at the feel of Izzy's inner thigh beginning to bulge against your crotch to feel the sting, his leather trousers beginning to tent in an uncomfortable way that made his biceps squirm as he wrapped them around your back. To mask the sharp barks that he begins to whine, he bites onto your bottom lip and pulls it down with his teeth, until he's satisfied that his tongue has full access to delve down your throat.

You quickly pull back and glance behind Izzy's head when you hear a sing-song 'you're welcome!' and vindicated hum of Lucius receding into the distance.

For someone who saw Lucius as such a threat, Izzy Hands could be quite the little seductress himself.

[bougiebutchbinch]

I am not the ableism thought police

(in gentle response to an ask that I won't be publishing, as I don't want the tumblr user to get any blowback, and I think they were asking in good faith)

It is not inherently ableist to enjoy the OFMD finale, despite the fact that myself and many other physically disabled people are Really Fucking Uncomfortable with certain choices that were made.

You can like whatever you like. There will never be perfect media, and OFMD is better than... many shows in terms of its representation of queers and characters of colour, at least. Go forth and enjoy it! I'm not trying to take that away from you!

Here, however, is a handy list of things that ARE actual ableismsTM:

pretending the finale of your fave show is beyond reproach from physically disabled critics

dismissing the concerns and hurt of so many disabled fans who felt incredibly let down by the finale (and who want to know whether the writers consulted with disabled people before writing that whole scene (especially putting the words 'I want to go' in Izzy's mouth. jfc.))

mocking disabled people who are upset about how his self-acceptance arc as a disabled queer man ended - in a show that is trying to be progressive, no less!

making gross statements like "saying Izzy is disabled removes his character agency". Just. Wtf. I don't know how to explain to you that disabled people have agency, and that 'disability' isn't a Bad Scary Word.

claiming that just because you are physically disabled and you don't mind the finale, other physically disabled people shouldn't voice their concerns

expecting disabled people to hold your hand and reassure you that it's okay to like a show even if it Committed A Big Ol' Ableism

All of those things are ableist, and you should avoid them.

TL;DR: Love the show as much as you like. Just don't talk down to disabled fans who are raising very valid points about the ableism surrounding Izzy's death and burial. And don't demand that we emotionally coddle you and assure you that you are a good person if you liked the ending of S2.

As always, able-bodied people are encouraged to reblog - but don't join the conversation unless you are offering support.

[someprettyname]

✨GF FC INDIGO AWARDS 2024 PT 13✨

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | winner's list | after party

Some points to note before you move to the event visualizer : 

🟣 My anchoring style is highly energetic and bubbly so you can imagine me doing a lot of hand gestures, changing pitch and tones of my voice, moving around on the stage a lot, etc. Hehe.  

🟣 The theatre/event venue has been engineered by the best engineers of the world, with the most modern technology. The petals of the lotus can close or open to hide or reveal the night sky. It can also change its colours. For tonight, it's indigo!  

🟣 The "OUTFIT CHECK" were clicked in different places (according to where the member was spotted first) hence the different background. 

🟣 I didn't want to write too dialogues on yall's behalf but I can't really bother you with every small detail, so I hope whatever dialogues I've made up are not too out of character! 

🟣Ignore the contradiction of same blue locker entering the scene multiple times, pretend there are a few copies of each member 🥰👍🏻

🟣 Ignore the outfit mismatch in the edits (any edit after the outfit checks please, our editing skills only go so far 🙏🏻 ) 

🟣 I highly suggest that you listen to songs as you keep finding them being embedded in links for added feels and extra hype! 🔥

🟣 The performances where multiple songs have been used is supposed to be a mashup. You can imagine the mashup to be as you please! The songs I've bunched together are for the sole purpose of creating a particular vibe, so as long as to they are fulfilled it's all good! 😌🤝🏻

🟣 The posts are scheduled at a gap of 3-4 hours each, this event is going to be spread throughout 2 or more days. Feel free to go feral in the comments/reblogs/community my mates. 🔥 

🟣 I hope you enjoy this! Tagging all the attendees here : 

@blue-thief  @getosugurusbangs @bueris @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma

@sid3buns @mariyumemi @pinkinsect @refrigeratedboombursts @satosuguhastakenovermylife 

@10renz0 @simp-simp-no-mi @boinin @sharkissm @milkteansugar 

@thebestsetter @merlucide @jujutsustraycats @kurona-theshark @nskiyuriz

@asarajaa @writingonthewalls1832 @hooudie212back @sadao-tsuki @milaisreading 

@8-xnny @licoririce @rinitoshisgirl @luvingshidou  @duckydee-0

@kuro-min @gojoracle @marcsnuffy @filecurropt0 @riririnnnn 

@wroophruh @sanaexus @melodiclune

Previously on GF FC INDIGO AWARDS : 

Soleil and IZZY were awarded with GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARDS FOR BEST ALL ROUNDER! 

Savage performance by TEAM VENUS VIXEN AND DAZZLING DIVAS!! 

"Sorry for all the trauma :p" 

>>> Riri [ winner of GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST LORE WRITER.] 

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Soleil : Was that about your breakup era? 

Nami : I'm not answering that 🥰

Soleil : It definitely was. 

Nami : i don't know~ 😗

Soleil : Anyways. Gossip aside, we have to now welcome @/thebestsetter for GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST META ANALYST!! 

thebestsetter : Well, I'm not the one to create suspense. We all know "#雪 ranting" has some of the best meta analysis posts under it, so let's put our hands together for...

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Thebestsetter : RIRI!!!  (@/RIRIRINNN) 

[*once again the camera cuts to a very happy looking RIRI. Others pat her back and cheer on her as she leaves to go get her well deserved awards.*]

Riri : Best Meta Analyser? Me? Ohmygod, this feels so unreal! I really can't believe it. I'm so honoured and happy and ohmygod, all my emotions are going crazy!! Oh god! Thank you so much to everyone who reads and interacts with my analysis rantings! I tend to yap too much 'cause I want to address EVERY point and when I first started it, I daily feared that someone was going to say, "Just shut up already!" Hehe. So thank you so much! This awards is for everyone! You guys were the ones who gave me the courage and motivation to rant and say what I think! I'm so grateful for everyone! Thank you so so so soooo much!!

Nami : (*gasp*) I'd actually go through 5 stages of grief if you decided to shut up. Please never do that. 

Nami : Your analysis post are so fun to read! I remember when I was new on bllkblr your posts were one of the first that i saw and it constantly kept showing up on my dash until I noticed your account and IMMEDIATELY thought "wow what a cool blog" before following it! Haha!! 

Soleil : well, well. What do we have here? 😁

Nami : 👀

Soleil : Before moving on we have another performance coming up 😎

Nami : ayyy! 🤩

Soleil : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! PLEASE WELCOME ON STAGE, TEAM RHYTHM ROYALTYYYY!!! 

Nami : Can you feel the sparks running through my veins? 😙🎶

Nami : WHAT ABSOLUTE ANGELIC VOICES OH MY GOD!!! 

Nami : Anyways~ moving on~ 

Nami : We all need content you know? It's very important. It's so obviously important that some of you might be thinking "eh? What is she talking about?" 

Nami : Heh! Well, look at it. If all the rant blogs, artist, meta analysts, fanfic writers and just.... disappeared. The fandom would be just dead. There would be fan but the fandom....no. That's why it's important to praise all the content that we're graced with. And hence, the next award category : GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST CONTENT CREATOR!! 

Nami : Cheers for ELLLLLEEEE!!! 

[*A pleasantly upbeat theme plays over speakers and bounces off the walls as ELLE (@/kuro-min) makes her appearance.* ] 

Elle : I mean, after feeding us with so many interviews, lores, and FUN MOVIES!! It's quite obvious who's truly deserving of this isn't it? Ladies and gentlemen PLEASE put your hands together for....

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Elle : SOLEIL!! (@/soleilonthesun) 

[*Soleil grins, enveloping Sae in a warm hug (he pats her back. Softie Sae?! 📸) and moves to the stage.*] 

Soleil : Ladies and Gentlemen, esteemed colleagues, and beloved supporters,

Soleil : Wow, what an incredible honor this is! Standing here tonight, receiving the Best Content Creator Award, feels like a dream come true. First and foremost, I want to thank the organizers and the judges for this recognition. It means the world to me to have my work appreciated by such a distinguished group.

Soleil : Creating content is a labor of love, a journey filled with highs and lows, and I wouldn't be here without the unwavering support of so many incredible people. To my family and friends, thank you for your endless encouragement and for believing in me, even when I had doubts. Your love and support have been my rock.

Soleil : To my amazing team, this award is as much yours as it is mine. Your creativity, dedication, and hard work behind the scenes are what make everything possible. Thank you for sharing this vision with me and for bringing your best to every project.

Soleil : To my fans and followers, you are the heart and soul of my content. Your feedback, enthusiasm, and loyalty drive me to keep pushing boundaries and creating better, more meaningful content. This award is a testament to the vibrant community we have built together.

Soleil : Finally, I want to thank every content creator out there who inspires me daily. This field is filled with incredibly talented individuals, and I am grateful to be part of such a dynamic and innovative community. Let's continue to inspire, uplift, and support each other as we share our stories with the world.

Soleil : Thank you all once again for this incredible honor. Let's keep creating, dreaming, and making a difference together.

Soleil : Thank you!

Soleil : *walks over to the MC corner, setting down her award as the crowd cheers on her*

Nami : *grins and hugs her* 

Nami : That was certainly heartfelt! 🤩 Good to have you back! 😁 I'll let you take the lead for the next part 😙🎶

Soleil : Gracias!! The next award category is GF FC"s MOST VALUABLE PLAYER INDIGO AWARD!! 

[*camera zooms through the trophy*]

Soleil : While i think every member is really important and valuable on their own, i also agree that the most active ones who contribute A LOT to the community and keep it alive should be appreciated!! And, I don't really think i need to explain too much here, do I? The name itself is self explanatory!! But!!! Just like the other award categories, before we move on to announce the winners of this award, we have a FABULOUS performance coming up, to mark the end of GF FC GRAND AWARDS SECTIONS and  announce the start of this new category!! 

Nami : So ladies and gentlemennnnn, the applause shouldn't stop!! PLEASE WELCOME ON STAGE @/PINKINSECT!! 

Nami : hmmm 😌

Nami : WHAT A PERFECT SET UP FOR THE LAST AWARD CATEGORY OF THE NIGHT 🤩

Nami : Right, Soleil? Right? 🤩

Soleil : Indeed! Indeed! 😄

Soleil : Sooo~ 

Soleil : it's about time we announce the winners of GF FC MOST VALUABLE PLAYER INDIGO AWARD. 

Soleil : the first and foremost is.....

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Soleil : NAMI!!! Of course. 

[*Crowd cheers and applauds.*] 

Nami : ayyy (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Soleil : You're quite active in the community, play along with lores, all the chaos you spread, coax people into the cult, and of course! You have organised this award show!! Nami, thank you for your effort. ♡♡

Nami : Aww 🥺 my pleasure of course 🥺♥️ 

Nami : Well, it would be a shame if you weren't to be a winner too isn't?

NAMI : (*turns to the audience*) ISN'T IT GANG?  (*Turns the mic towards them*) 🎤

[ *The crowd hoots and applauds in approval.* ] 

Nami : See? They totally agree ;) 

Soleil : (*is blushing*)

Nami : The next winner is ...

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Nami : SOLEIL!!! 

Nami : The interviews, movies, lores!! We are nothing without you <333 thank you so SO much for all your contribution!! This is on behalf of the whole community!! 

Soleil : MERCI BEAUCOUP!!!

Nami : OH AND YOU'RE OUR MULTILINGUAL QUEEN 👸🏻💃🏻✨

Soleil : JSJSJJS. 😭✨😭✨😭✨❤️

Nami : awww 

[ *they share a hug* ] 

Nami : Before I move on, it is to note that the order I'm announcing the winners in has nothing to do with magnitude to their importance!! Just because someone was announced before the other it doesn't make them any more important than them or something! All the 6 winners stand at the same level and are equally valuable!! 

Nami : Well, the next winner is....

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NAMI : IZZY!!! of course!!  First of all she keeps things lively in the community!! And then, have you seen her meme collection? Her humor?! She KNOWS how to play along with all our silliness perfectly well!! We love her ♥️

Soleil : Agreed! The next winner would be...

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Soleil : NAJMA!! 

Soleil : Well, she's one of the OG founders, is pretty active in the community, her jokes are top class. Oh! And her pinned post is SO helpful to every new comer in the cult!! She's just really interactive and nice to talk to in general!! 

Nami : Couldn't agree more, Sol. I wouldn't know whom to sim-...(*clears throat*)....uhm....discuss my taste in men with if it weren't for her!! Everyone needs a friend like her 😌✨

Nami : Welp! Hehe. The next winner is of course.....

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Nami : RIRI!!! (@/RIRIRINNN) 

[ *The crowd breaks into loud applause, hooting and cheering.* ] 

Nami : My absolutely beautiful daughter 🤩 what is our community without her posts but dead?! Posts like "Let me wake you up with the thunderclaps of my cheeks"...

Nami : What a humor. I taught her well 😌 Other than her day brightening posts in the community which helps keep things interesting, she also creates amazing lores and plays along with them. Really interactive and fun to talk to in general!! 

Soleil : So true!! The last winner would be...

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Soleil : KIRA!!! (@/MERLUCIDE) APPLAUSE PLEASE!! 

Soleil : First of all, thanks to her we have a backup community! her lore summary posts, her contribution in the AIKU ARC. She basically carried it all on her back. Absolutely a sweetheart and pleasing to interact with!! 

Nami : Agreed! Agreed! All these winners, they all definitely deserve it.....😌

Soleil : Including us~

Nami : Including us!! 😄

Nami : DON'T YOU AGREE FOLKS??? (*turns the mic to audience*) 🎤🎤

[ *The crowd replies with enthusiastic cheers and somewhere at a distance Shidou is spotted throwing his jacket and zooming around happily. Sigh.* ] 

Nami : So now! What's the wait for? Let's invite on stage our beloved BEN FOR HANDING OUT THE GF FC'S MOST VALUABLE PLAYER INDIGO AWARD!! 

SOLEIL : THE APPLAUSE SHOULDN'T STOPPPPP!!! 🥳🥳

[ *Kira, Najma, Riri and Izzy join each other on their walk to stage, hand in hand and hand around waist. Laughing and complimenting each other. The camera cuts to each of their blue locker partner and they look proud and pleased!*] 

Kira : (*takes over the mic enthusiastically, even before accepting the award*) OMG STOP!!! SHUT UP!!! YOU'RE MAKING ME SO GIDDY SHHSJSISHWHS!!?!?? I'M GLAD IM VALUED HERE AT GF FC 😭🫶

Nami : (*hugs her*) now! Now! You definitely deserve it wifey~ 

Izzy : (*slings arms them and jumps between them with a grin*) Yeah, no I think I am a pretty valuable member !!! But if I'm being honest I think everyone is valuable in there own silly way (੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Nami and Najma : *nods* 

Nami : (*pulls Soleil with a playful grin*) Come on now, Soleil! Your turn 😙😃😁

Soleil : (*takes over the mic. Izzy and Kira step back respectfully.*) Today a special day for each of us, thank you, Thank you and thank you again to everyone who is here. ( *Starts crying* ) 

Nami and Kira : (*pats her shoulder and back*) 

Riri and Najma : ( *rub her arms affectionately and soothingly*) 

Izzy : (*thumps her back encouragingly*) Come on you got this! 

Soleil : N-No, I haven't thought about getting a lot of love and camaraderie among the Blue Lock fans, it just started by giving away a shield for the CF GIRLFRIEND. Again, thank you very much for the support, but especially to my brothers and sisters. My dear parents, grandparents and great-great-grandparents. Many thanks to my dear aunt, and her cousin. Above all, to my dear children, and my adorable husband. (*Dry her tears* ) 

Others : 😄😄

Soleil : This award is dedicated to all of you for reading my reports, analysis, films. I LOVE YOU, ARRIBA CF GIRLFRIEND!

Riri : (*gestures Najma to step up with a grin*)

Najma : "Honestly I don’t know how I’ve won this award since I feel like I could name members that deserve it more but I’m of course really grateful for all of you."

Nami : (*circles arms around her shoulders with a playful grin*) DAWWWW too bad our empress is too humble for her own good. Tsk tsk. (*Shakes her head jokingly*) 

Nami : Well, about me. Since I'm awarding this to myself....(*grins sheepishly*) it'd look pretty  narcissistic if I go on giving a long speech haha!! But if you really think i did deserve it you can always affirm me in the comments mi amigossss (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Izzy : Now, pookie! Don't go hiding!! 😁

Riri : (*steps up*) Most valuable player? Ehehehe, my cheeks are going to burst 'cause of blushing so much. Ehehe.. hehe. Thank you for this precious award. I-I don't know what to say, I'm that much happy right now! Oh god, my cheeks hurt, hehe. Thank you so much for this and I would like to share this award with EVERYONE in Girlfriend FC because, well, EVERYONE is a valuable player. This team is incomplete even when only ONE player is missing, so yeah—it's all for you guys! I might be holding this award, but this is meant for everyone! And you too, Hooudie! Thank you so much again, MUAH!

[ *they all hug each other and shake hands before leaving the stage* ] 

Nami : (*with a satisfied smile*) Phew! Man....I'm so speechless. I can't believe all this is coming to an end already. 

Nami : We started as a small community and look how far we've come today.... (*Sighs in satisfaction*)....

Nami : But everyone starts somewhere isn't it? We all started with just 3 members too. We all have our ups and downs. Sometimes we feel worthless and as if we can't reach our goals. And not just Riri and Kira, our honoured warriors, but everyone who's sitting here has achieved one or the other thing and I'm sure we all went through that phase where we were just....broken and tired. 

Nami : Exhausted. 

Nami : Where we just needed that one person to believe in us. And since our journey has only begun I'm sure we are going to be faced with those feelings again. But you know what's different this time? The difference is that we have a community who's got our back. A community which is nothing short of a family itself. And this one last performance shall stay with you all as a remainder for that. 

Nami : Please put your hands together for the TEAM BEAUTY AND BELIEVERS!! 

*The curtains falls*

*The curtain rises to reveal all 5 of them standing at distance with standing mics. Beats, rhythm and beautiful melodies of their voice fills the atmosphere and the curtains falls when their performance is over.* 

*The curtain rises again, revealing the Nami on the stage alone.*

Nami : (*grinning*) WELP!

NAMI : That's it for now, ladies and gentlemen. This was the last for today but DEFINITELY not the least. We will be back with this next year, and the year after that, and keep going! We might be near the end of THIS year's award show but we've barely started on our journey as a huge and successful team. 

Nami : I'd like to thank Soleil for being the sweetest, understanding, eager, enthusiastic and the most easy going person to work with. This was in no way possible without her. I can't express in words just how grateful I am for all help in editing she gave me, without her skills, bringing my ideas to life was impossible. We all also know how she keeps the community alive and shining with her amazing movies and interviews. Can we all, please have a HUGE ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR HER? 

[ *The audience applauds and cheer for her. I smile and join them too.* ] 

Nami : YAY!! 🥳🤩😁

Nami : Thank you! I'd also like to thank Lune, for proofreading the script and providing helpful insights. You all might know I don't have the best history with typos...my Sister, my love (*points to lune*) THANK YOU for saving me from potential embarrassments. 

NAMI : A thanks to all the blue lockers for taking time out of your busy schedules and accompanying our members! You really did all shine to our glamour. It'd have been incomplete without all of yours presence, really!! 

Nami : And lastly I'd like to extend my gratitude to EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU for your kind cooperation. Without your encouragement, motivation and enthusiastic replies I wonder how far I'd have gotten in organising this event. Thanks to all the performers tonight who worked hard to learn the dance routines and practice singing, all for the sake of adding extra joy! You all really made enthusiasm and joy course through our veins with your rhythm! It was a lovely LOVELY experience working with you all and I had so much fun reaching out and interacting with each one of you! 

Nami : BUT! 

Nami : Before I go, let me tell you about the....AFTER PARTY!! Of course there'd be one! But it's optional, of course. Shortly from now, there'd be several Limousines arriving, few at the front gate and few at the back gate. Those of you who wish to join us for the after party, please continue to the back gate, while the others can proceed to leave through the front gate. The ones who are attending the after-party need not worry about dinner or night accommodations, we have it all arranged for you! 

Nami : Once again, a HUGE THANKS to all of you for making this night possible. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!! Till the next time keep shining! This was your anchor for the night - Nami/Miki/Viha, signing off. 

[ *Does a graceful bow and walks away to the back stage while the audience break into cheers and applause. Fire works and confetti works are seen on the stage as "Judgement" plays over speakers.* ] 

*camera zooms out*

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After party memory book coming up!

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[ organiser : @/someprettyname

script writing credits : @/someprettyname

proofread by : @/melodiclune

editing credits : @/soleilonthesun ]

[starofhisheart]

This scene in s2 w Ed and Frenchie

Parallels with this scene w Ed and Izzy from s1

(Had to snip a part out so it would fit but at first Izzy denies and then he actually tries, albeit begrudgingly.)

I always thought the scene with Izzy was showing how disconnected the pair are and while I still think that, the s2 scene shines new light on that original interaction. Where Izzy is trying to understand his boss, Frenchie doesnt even try and only denies. This is understandable ofc with everything Ed has put him and his friends through but its just interesting how they chose to parallel the scenes. Here, Frenchie has just become first mate and its almost like Ed hopes he'll be a sort of Izzy stand-in or at least falls back on his usual rapport with his first mate. But Frenchie is not Izzy. And this parallel highlights that.

I've had theories about how Ed sees Izzy and s2 has given us so much food for thought. When Izzy directly asks him "Who am I to you?" Ed softly says "what", like he's not even sure himself. The look on his face is blank but almost imploring and unsure. Izzy is just...Izzy. Friend? Lover? Thats too complicated and yet not as complicated as their relationship with each other. Izzy has clearly thought about it but has Ed? They've been together for so long ("I've been cleaning up your messes my whole fucking life.") without communicating their feelings. Bc thats what pirates do right? They dont have time for soft things like feelings.

But then Ed goes off and finds a new lover unlike any of his others and Izzy panics. Stede is a threat to their way of life, unsafe-at least thats how Izzy sees it-and then its over and Ed is breaking, depressed and then pretending to be ok

TW: suicide discussion

-and to speak on that specific point some more, I subscribe to the belief that post Lucius-talk-Ed where he's planning music shows, etc is not him coping healthily. We see this paralleled in s2 where after Izzy is "dead" Ed puts his hair up, starts cleaning and seems "chipper". But then we know he's planning to kill himself and everyone on board that same day. So this whole charade feels...macabre. He's getting his affairs in order in preparation for the big deed. Depression CAN look like this too.

When Izzy confesses he has love for Ed he says it haltingly, like its hard to even get the words out, like he's never said anything like this before (and he probably hasn't). And the words he chooses too. Instead of "I love you" he says "I have love for you". Its like he's saying after everything, all the pain and heartache, I still have love for you. But Ed refuses to, can't hear what Izzy is saying, and dismisses his confession. Perhaps he thinks this is a ploy too. After all he's unlovable right?

But we know from later scenes that Ed does love Izzy

in his own way. Some may interpret this line as platonic, some romantic-but I think it's more complicated than that. Again, Izzy and Ed have been together for so long the lines have blurred. They love each other like a brother. They're partners. They hate each other. They're an extension of each other. They're coworkers. Boss and right hand man. They can't imagine being without the other.

Well, whatever they feel for each other its capital C complicated that's for sure.

I have so many thoughts about ✨️them✨️ but I'll leave it here for now. No hate in the comments pls. Both men are my lil meows meows and have done nothing (and everything) wrong. Love those gay dudes fr.

[unicorn-academy-brainrot]

Can we have some hc of Isabel and Val cause these two are straight up enemies to lovers one bed trope

I posted some of my headcanons here a little while back! I also have a little fanfic/story cooking up in my noggin but I don't know how to express it just yet, I think equally in words and visuals and right now they're both getting bungled up but i just KNOW the two of them had a tense moment on the beach during their beach date AHHHHHHHH im gonna go crazy!!! i cant decide whether to write it out or to make a little comic idk!!!

but anyways here's some new ones cuz i think about them way too much

-Val and Isabel are both early risers. Isabel wakes up early to do training like we see in her short and Val wakes up early to do her beauty routine and maybe do some training/studying too, but I think they both like the excuse to be the only ones awake at the same time as well. Also I don't believe in the rest of the sapphire's abilities to voluntarily wake up early lol (except Ava SOMETIMES). They probably have some cute genuine moments when they're both not quite awake yet and nobody else is around for them to pretend for

-I think Val and Isabel also get tired early since they are early risers, I think they probably fall asleep on each other's shoulders by "accident" during one of their camping trips while stargazing

-Isabel thinks its funny to openly flirt with Val ("heyyyy Valentinaaa~") cuz it's easy to make her blush and angrily deny it but I think Valentina's soft moments makes Izzy's brain absolutely malfunction and explode

-ISABEL IS ALWAYS FINDING DUMB EXCUSES TO TOUCH VAL!!! Grabbing her hand to arm wrestle, grabbing her arm to "pull her out of danger", putting her arm around Val's shoulders to "annoy" her, etc etc. Of course Val secretly likes it but she's gotta put on the front that she doesn't lol.

.... i need to draw some of these sometime

ty for the ask!! :D

[arsenicflame]

ran out of time to finish my full feelings write up before s2 but i wanted to put something out there before we start getting content so this might be a bit incomplete

ive been thinking about what i really want to see in s2, and in general im happy to trust the crew with whatever they do but there is one thing id like to see

id like to see izzy not forgive ed

ive already talked about how serious i find the act of severing his toe & surrounding details in general and i think, given we KNOW its going to get worse (at some point izzy loses his leg, so) i dont think the amputation can be brushed off as just a pinky.

what i want to see is their relationship worsen and worsen and get to a breaking point and just. when everything starts to goes back to how it was before, ed tries to treat izzy like he used to (not during the kraken era, but before that, before the revenge, back when they knew each other, when they were friends) and izzy doesn't take it. he flinches, or walks away, or does anything to brush ed off. ed hasn't apologised yet, of course, its izzy, its his izzy, they understand each other! or he thought they did but now hes realising that mayyyyybe he should give him a proper apology.

so he does. and:

"i dont forgive you"

and if course. ed doesn't know what to do with this izzy always forgives him, has since they were kids! why not now?

from izzys perspective, he simply cant take it any more. he will take the consequences of his actions, but he cant lie anymore and pretend he wasn't destroyed by what ed did. and maybe hes learning its not just ed and izzy against the world anymore. there are people who will stand beside him- they might not always like him, he might spit and hiss at calling them his friends, but he knows, deep down, he is not alone anymore. and that its time to take a stand. to put himself first for once.

he cant forgive him, not for this

its at this point ed realises that he might have fucked up. really fucked up. its not that he doesn't care about how the crew feels, hadnt already realised what he had done but. again, its izzy. there was a time he thought there was nothing he could do that izzy wouldn't forgive.

the way i see it this is the point that ed starts to properly rebuild. oh he thought he was doing it before but it was more masks and layers, but now he has to truly confront his actions and the consequences they have on his relationships and that maybe. he is like his dad. but at the same time, he has the space to learn that even if he is, thats not all he can be. he can be better, choose to do better, and it's hard and doesn't always work but he has to try, has to keep trying because if he fails? he has no one to fall back on any more

so izzy doesn't forgive ed.

and ed learns to forgive himself, in time. and maybe he will apologise again, and izzy still doesn't forgive him. and maybe ed learns to be ok with that. and maybe in the wreckage of decades of blackbeard and first mate hands, they can build something new. it won't be the same, and maybe there will always be a distance between them, but in time, with work, they can be friends again.

[issie-https]

Valentine

Izzy Stradlin X Reader

A/n: First one shot!! Hope y’all enjoy! Also, I’m so excited to see 5sos later this year which is why I chose this song❤️ We’re also gonna pretend it existed in the 80s. Link to the song is above❤️

Word count: 800

Warnings: Fluffy Izzy🫣🤭

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“Jeff? Where is my red dress?” I shouted to my roommate. I was meant to be getting ready for a date with a guy Axl had set me up with but, for some reason, my dress I had bought was missing. “It’s not in your closet?” He replied with a smirk evident in his voice. “Obviously not, dummy,” I rolled my eyes. “Well I guess you can’t go on that date then,” he said, coming into my room with a grin on his face. “Jeff, please. It’s not important to me but to Ax,” I whined. “How many times have I told you you don’t have to please him. Just stay home with me, we can watch cheesy movies, eat shit food that will shorten our lifespan and cuddle. Please,” he asked, looking me in the eyes. “Jeffery Dean Isbell, give me that damn dress,” I gritted my teeth at him. Yes, he’s putting up a good offer but he’s also pissing me off. “Nope, if you can find it, you can have it,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes, looked at him and made a beeline for his bedroom on the other side of the house. Just as I was about to reach the door, he caught me and slung me over his shoulder. “JEFF! PUT ME DOWN!” I shouted. “No,” he simply replied. That really is his favourite word. He carried me downstairs to the coat and shoe cupboard and shoved me in there. “You can stay locked into there until you agree to stay home with me,” he insisted. “Izz, this is imprisonment. ITS ILLEGAL!” I screamed the last bit, pounding on the door. “Do I look like I care?” He stated. “I don’t know. There’s a door in the way of your face,” I retorted. “And it’s going to stay that way and locked until your little lover boy arrives here and I tell him you’re not home. Or, you can tell him to not bother coming because you’ve changed your mind,” he rambled. “Get me the damn phone then,” I gave in.

I called my date and told him that I’m not very well and he should find someone else to take out, satisfying Izzy. “Happy, Cupid?” I sneered. “More than happy, Santa Claus,” he laughed. “How am I Santa?” I protested. “Look in the mirror,” he said. I stood up, looked at my reflection and say that I had a milk moustache and the cookie in my hand just added to it. “Oh,” I laughed, sitting back down on the sofa. We had a record playing in the back while we were playing poker -our only bets being food and truths - so far, I had won 2 rounds and Izzy had won 5. Not that I’m bad at poker!

Just as we were about to deal the cards for the next round, my favourite song on the record came on. “I love this song!” I exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa and started dancing around the living room. I spun around, jumped about and walked back over to Izzy. “Dance with me,” I said, holding my hand out to him. “No,” he simply replied. “Too bad, because I wasn’t asking,” I said, yanking him up off the sofa. I resumed dancing around and he just stared at me. I could feel his eyes watching me. “What?” I questioned. “You’re adorable,” he replied, walking over to me. He turned me to face him, placed his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck while we danced around together. “Jump,” he blurted. “What?” I said, confused. “Jump, I wanna hold you,” he stated simply. I jumped up and he put his arms just under my ass, holding me safely. He started spinning us around and jumping about, slightly mocking me. “Careful, you’re gonna drop me!” I laughed. “You’ll be fine,” he laughed back. I looked into his eyes and he stood still, looking back into my eyes. We both leaned in, our lips joining in a needy, passionate kiss. We both pulled away, being starved for air. “We just kissed,” I confirmed. “That we did. There’s a reason I didn’t want you to go on that date tonight, Y/n,” he said. “Because you want to kidnap me and murder me?” I joked. “Don’t be a mood killer, you little shit. But no, I wanted to ask you something,” he said. “Okay, ask away,” I smiled at him. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, like it was the last thing he’d get to say. “I- Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, you weirdo,” I smiled. We kissed again, and again, and again. “God, I’ve waited for this,” he smiled against my lips, carrying me over to the sofa. “Me too,” I replied.

[abozsazzz]

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@holidayturkeyy

(written from of a friend of mine sharing experience)

bullying: I'm one of the victims of them bullying me, I was 16 years old, confused about a small headcanon and still firguing out more underneath the nonbinary umbrella, I didn't know being confused would causw such hate and attacking toward me? i came off polite and confused at the beginning until her 19-25 year old friends attacked me, it was scary for me to be attacked by literal adults because i was confused over a small thing, it sent me in an panic and of course I striked back with anger I'll admit that, but the audacity to go out of your way to send adults to actual an literal minor is so immature and gross in all ways, a simple question asked and attacked, like what was the issue? you got all your friends to come at me because i butthurt you over being confused, you bully literal minors you even laughed about this after in your tweets when you knew I was getting attacked, you blocked me because you didnt know how to defend yourself in any situations your brought up in alone, you always have to have your friends/followers hold your hand to do to it for you. you are 18 years old, on twitter, acting this way towards minors, im mentioning this now because it still bothers me, of course an minor would still be bothered by this, why wouldn't they be? literally attacked by grown people for absolutely no reason, at least one of your friends were mature enough to explain politey to me and apologize, but you didn't for getting everyone to attack me? that's just cruel and you block and laugh behind my back about it, real mature of you. 

grooming: your fan base is young, you forces your own fetishs and headcanons on minors, to be exact, 13-15 at maxmin, your put an bad influence on them and most likely brainwash them into your fetishing ideals. you do not care how young of minors come across your page and how badly you influence them, you do not care about minors feelings one bit because as an victim once more you thought it was funny how i got attacked by your friends through a headcannon, its grooming, you and your friends are grooming little kids, it's an pattern with your friends to manipulate and guilt trip little kids, your all adults and your doing this to little kids, grow up?

asexual fetish: as you may know, izzy is in the fnaf fandom and draws some certain things, they have an NSFW account on twitter and i have came across it, first off they headcanon freddy asexual and so they then make freddy having sex with bonnie afterwards when literally .. asexuals dont even contain in sexual things, (i have an asexual friend) and this is just fetishing asexuals now at this point too, like how are you gonna excuse yourself oh; "all asexuals can have sex" are talking about this biologically in science term because yes there is a thing called asexual reproduction, but knowing izzy they don't know certain meanings and terms, asexual reproduction is doing it individually and reproducing yourself, not reproducing with any other mate this is more so independent, but besides that freddy literally pounds bonnie in the ass and suddenly isn't asexual anymore? and saying all asexuals is the poorest fucking excuse i heard in a life time, that's so fucking stupid you gotta be stupid to be saying that, it's disrespectful to asexuals, ASNWER me this izzy, or not because you can't defend yourself okay, we all know this, what's the point of even calling Freddy asexual then? like the point of being asexual is not involving in sexual activity; your uncomfortable with sexual things; no desire in sex, so Freddy wasn't even considered asexual before but you decide to draw porn of an asexual because your only desire is to fetish around things because you think it's okay, when its obviously not. You pulled the "I never made freddy asexual!!" On your tweets, and suddenly you find an old art piece of yours and even catch your own self in a lie or im assuming you pretended not to remember, you lied to yourself (not really), but lie to your audience and you wonder you lost half your followers.

lesbian fetish: they claim that their Bonnie headcanon is bisexual enby and their monty headcanon is lesbian and trans, I see no problem with the Monty headcanon but the Bonnie one is unbelievable like, you claim they aren't lesbians but you call them "my girls!" All the time, you also claim in your last Tumblr that bonnie is based off you and he helped you find your gender and sexuality? how does taking scott's fnaf character, making it as your "own" help find yourself, when you think about this, this is really fucking stupid, I don't know how you would find yourself through an animotronic rabbit from an horror game, this is honestly giving me second hand embarrassment, also how are you referring to yourself a girl still when you also refer to yourself as he/him or they/them, don't pull the misgendering card on this either because firstly you call yourself a woman but your going by he/they so what's the point? yes gender and pronouns aren't equal but how are you gonna even refer to yourself a girl when your uncomfortable with she/her pronouns and go with he/they, it makes 0 sense, and so if your a "he/they" lesbian then your just straight, not everything has to be labeled lesbian Izzy, if your that just don't put lesbian out there for the entire world to know this for attention, this all falls with lesbain fetishing because you deny that your not feitshing over lesbians right? But always claim to go out of your way to call them lesbian and draw porn of them 24/7 sexualizing them but it's okay according to Izzy in their delusional fantasy world. 

conclusion, your fucking delusional and immature as fuck, you are damn well 18 years old on the Internet bullying minors, fetishing, and acting as child as you seem enough already, your the literal definition of second hand embarrassment and dont know what anything means because nothing clicks in your small ass brain, i wouldn't even be surprised if you dont respond to this yourself, because your a flat out pussy with being called out and get your friends to defend you because you can't defend yourself in your own battles, its really sad that you can't even defend yourself on this, because your scared and you know damn well im right about everything; gonna pull the hit block button and talk shit on your tweets what happened to "I dont want to bring this stuff on twitter.." because your using this attention seeking at this point. You realize nobody feels bad about you, I don't care if I'm being rude or not this is straight facts, your also an adult so stop acting like a fucking child and act your age it's sad to say I'm just a year younger then you and i act more mature then you, i dont spend my time playing with bonnie and monty dolls dressing them up everyday, do adults even do that.. like honestly this is so fucking sad to see, so moral of the story, grow up, stop bullying minors, and learn how to defend yourself in these situations, good day or night. 

[aqueeracademic]

izzy hands // unknown / nth

You know the distance never made a difference to me. I swam a lake of fire, I’d have walked across the floor of any sea. Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen and all that we believe.

Izzy watched the love of his life fall in love with another, and it didn’t matter at all because that person left him. Presumably never to come back. It didn’t make a difference to Izzy, of course. He wanted Blackbeard back, not this shell of a man. He cursed himself for his love, terrified it would weaken him the way he watched it weaken Blackbeard. Edward. But then, suddenly, he had Blackbeard back, and the suffering of having him went beyond the pain of losing him entirely.

So I thought you were like an angel to me.

But he took the pain, because he would be damned if he let Blackbeard go again. He watched the love of his life fall in love, and it nearly killed him. Because Edward walked away with Izzy’s heart despite gaining that of another. Because Blackbeard, the man who had saved him and protected him and guided him, was gone. His loyalty was fraught, and yet he still looked at this man through rose colored glasses, turning him into what he needed because he swore he didn’t need anything else. Just Blackbeard. Edward.

Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy. If there were scarlet flags, they washed down in the mind of me. Where a blinding light shone on you every night, and either side of my sleep.

And despite this? Despite giving his body, mind, soul, and heart to him? He was laid out flat every night, wishing that Edward would lay with him, imagining Edward sleeping beside him instead of what he was really doing: cutting scars in him that he would never be able to hide or run away from. But he never stopped him, because it was his fault. He knew, that in same way, it was his fault. He accepted it because at least Edward was there. At least he was there, in his room with him, perched on his bed and touching him in some way as Izzy pretended to sleep or buried a fist in his mouth to muffle the scream and keep the crew away. And every night that Edward came to him, Izzy still held out hope that this would be it. He waited for Edward to look at him softly, the way he used to, and smooth his hair and make it all better.

Where you were held frozen like an angel to me.

The night never came, but Izzy waited.

It ain’t the being alone, it ain’t the empty home, baby. You know I’m goon on my own. You know, it’s more the being unknown.

It wasn’t that Edward had been changed by Stede fucking Bonnet. It wasn’t that he was crueler than before and more unpredictable. It was that he hadn’t looked Izzy in the eyes since Stede left except to make him hurt. And Izzy knew he was hurting him right back, but he had never been taught how to love and he was terrified that his love would hurt Edward even more than Stede’s did. He bit his tongue to deliver them all from the jaws of hell that were sure to snap any moment.

So much of the living, love, is the being unknown.

Keeping quiet about it was easy. He had been doing it for years.

You called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me. You smile now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth. And what’s left of it, I listen to it tick; every tedious beat going unknown as any angel to me.

Sometimes at night, Izzy would think about the early days. Back when Blackbeard was still Edward and he was still Israel. He would think about the fact that he didn’t used to call Edward Blackbeard. He called him Eddie. Eddie was who he fell in love with. An image of a leader, the grandest pirate of them all, who would take him far away from the hell they were living in together. He thought about the first time Edward called him Izzy. It was a name, he was sure, that only Edward would ever call him. But just as he began to call Eddie Blackbeard, the whole world began to call him Izzy. He realized he didn’t like sharing Edward with the world, but selfishness would become his biggest regret.

Do you know I could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, I still carry for you?

When Edward shot him, it came as no surprise, and if he was today at least Edward knew he loved him. Izzy had crossed the line, saying what he had said, but in doing so had perhaps saved the crew. He didn’t know. And still, when Edward gave him that gun, gave him the opportunity to save them all from whatever came next, he couldn’t do it. Because when Blackbeard turned his back, he saw Eddie in his mind’s eye; Eddie, in whom there was still Goodness. “I loved you… best I could.” Izzy turned the gun on himself.

That I’d walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you?

He knew they were sailing into a storm long before the rest of the crew did. He had also pulled the trigger long before the rest of the crew knew he had a gun. But he had missed, perhaps by some divine intervention or because of his own cowardice. Whatever it was, he didn’t focus on it too hard. But when he realized that Edward was going to kill them all, he knew that Blackbeard had left Eddie in that rotting room with him to die and that he needed to finish the job. On one leg, he mounted the stairs. On one leg, he raised his arm. On one leg, he shot the only man he had ever loved and would continue to love until his dying day. Blackbeard had stripped Izzy of his person, his autonomy, and his heart, and now Izzy was going to strip Blackbeard of his life.

It ain’t the being alone. It ain’t the empty home, baby. You know I’m good on my own. You know it’s more the being unknown.

There was a hole somewhere inside of Izzy’s chest when the deed was done. A hole the size of Venus. When Stede came back, he knew he would take the fall for all of Edward’s wrongdoings. In a lot of ways, it was his fault, and, even if it wasn’t, he would be blamed anyway. So he got ahead of it, took the credit for the death of a man no one believed he truly cared for. He allowed Stede, the abandoner, to go on believing that Blackbeard was a good person. That Edward, Eddie, was a good person. And when Edward woke up, his hand holding Stede’s, Izzy couldn’t help but wonder if he would have come back for him, too. He doubted it.

And there are some people, love, who are better unknown.

And then it was Izzy’s turn to die. It came more quickly and also so much later than he had imagined it would. He was ready, he thought. But was Edward? He felt comfortable, in those final moments. There was no unfinished business to take care of. He had confessed his love long ago, relinquished it to the gods of the sea. He had found ease and care within himself that he had not known since Edward and him had sailed off together for the very first time. He was going to die with a golden unicorn leg in place of the bullet Edward had left in him, with remnants of glitter still clinging to his paling skin. With Eddie, right there, sitting with him as he asked. And Eddie was begging him not to leave him alone.

He wondered if the words were recycled. He wondered if they were the same ones Stede had used to bring Edward back from the dead. They had worked then. They were not working now.

There was a pang of guilt he felt as he clung to his life, his hand resting on the side of Eddie’s face as it had done a million times before, meaning nothing then and everything now. He knew he wasn’t leaving Eddie alone, but he wished that he could have been the one to stay with him, until the bitter end. He supposed, technically, he had. It was Eddie’s time to return the favor and, God, did he deliver. Just as he always had.

Izzy Hands watched the love of his life fall in love with another, and it didn’t matter. Because there was joy there that brought the Eddie he knew back. That would have to be good enough, even if Eddie never loved him back.

And he died knowing that.

[jesterleaforre]

literally realised this is the only place i can express how badly i hate izzy hands is here bc nobody follows and the fact he has wormed his way into s2 as s1 mixed with an assortment of revenge crew members (essentially taking away from their characters too) and the fact i was tricked (i mean for like 3 minutes but STILL) at the v beginning of s2 bc i hadn't thought about ofmd in months into feeling very bad for him and i got confused but then i played back s1 in my head and went huh wait a minute. you cant do 'character development' if the development is just ur power is not really a thing anymore and its a little scary out here. its a great like,, starting point for development but he just. became a different character who was just deeply insulting (to the point of racism and homophobia STILL) at odd occassions to try and convince viewers its still the same guy from s1. idk man. im just saying every single thing wrong w s2 can be traced back to izzy hands thats all im saying. and im not trying to be dramatic i just. have been going a little fucking bonkers over it to be honest because i just dont understand how that character is so very beloved. it makes me so so fucking sad dude. anyways um. dont hurt me im just talking here. and sorry there wasnt really any quantifiable Points here just. i literally just hate that character and i just like if youre gonna make him be the supportive guidance queer icon character at least give him an arc that gets him there. dont just pretend he was always like that when his fucking toxic vitriolic (homophobic/toxic masculine) words to ed at the end of last season is literally the REASON he stopped healing healthily. like. did we just forget about that part. why was that never brought up again

[handmedowncj]

Queer Anachronism in Our Flag Means Death

WARNING: OFMD SPOILERS!

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We need to talk about anachronism and queerness in Our Flag Means Death. One of the funniest parts of OFMD is the creative use of anachronism. Instead of dutifully following historical accuracy like many other period pieces, OFMD plays into campy anachronism for the sake of the joke. In the year 1717, Oluwande wears Crocs on the beach. Roach hits Izzy with a deli sandwich. Stede reads his crew Pinocchio, a story not written for another 150 years. OFMD far from invented comedic anachronism, (Monty Python, A Knight’s Tale, etc. have also fully committed to the bit) but OFMD has unleashed anachronism on a far more powerful frontier: queer imagination. By releasing itself from the chains of “but that didn’t really happen,” OFMD creates space for queerness yet unseen in period pieces, especially comedies. Queer people have always used fiction as a method to represent stories lost to the ages (think Portrait of a Lady on Fire), but OFMD takes queer representation to a completely different stage by committing to the anachronism and fully imaging alternative ways of being.

Jim obviously represents the real historical phenomenon of people assigned female at birth dressing and living as men on pirate ships, but instead of deliberating over how these people might possibly identify today, OFMD imagines a world where Jim uses they/them pronouns, and no one blinks an eye. In this queer playground of a world before modern transphobia but with addition of modern trans identities, Jim allows the audience a peek at what the world could look like. Jim has a romance, a revenge plot, a tragic backstory, all completely distinct from their identity as a nonbinary person. The creation of nonbinary identity as a non-issue is so funny, but it is also radical. The radical potential of imagining nonbinary people outside of transpobia cannot be overstated, and we need to talk about it.

Stede’s reconciliation with Mary turns the tragic marriage trope on its head. Instead of marriage ending a queer episode in one’s life, as it often did in reality and often does in fiction (again, Portrait of a Lady on Fire) or alternatively, falling into the misogynistic trope of the evil wife, standing between a queer love story, Stede and Mary speak openly about their respective lovers. Throughout the entire show, when faced with queerness, the show dares to ask: why not? Oluwande is literally in Crocs, so why wouldn’t we imagine queer liberation that includes wives not as stand-ins, but as allies and accomplices in the creation of queerness? Breaking the rules of history and television and narrative, we imagine a world where a gay man can conspire with this wife of arranged marriage to fake his death so they both live happily ever after.

Knowing (as we do from David Jenkins’ tweet where he told everyone to follow the writers) that at least 4 of the 13 writers on OFMD are nonbinary people of color, it invokes the queer of color perspective on scenes that anachronistically look at race as well as sexuality. During my personal favorite scene of the show, A British Navy officer tells Frenchie to be “quiet, slave” and to stop his “uppity” behavior, and he gets a knife through his hand as a result. In any other show, the fact that the Black members of the crew had to pretend to be servants to trick the Navy would likely have been an unfortunate necessity (if there were any Black pirates included to begin with!) but OFMD treats that racism as a reason to blow up the entire ruse and just start killing people. Because why not? Why imagine a world full of fanciful pirates and gay romances if they still have to bow to racism? And the next time they meet the aristocracy, the trope is flipped further, with Olu pretending to be a king in a trick that ends with all the other servants/enslaved people on the ship riding off into the sunset while their supposed masters die on a ship in a blaze. I won’t get into the INCREDIBLE indigenous representation in Episode 2, since much of that is actually not anachronistic and rather correcting historical falsehoods, the depictions of race in OFMD are delightfully anachronistic and intrinsically queer.

Honestly, OFMD can only be understood as the result of finally giving QPOC a seat at the table, and that is why it’s been the top ranked show for five weeks, and #RenewOurFlagMeansDeath has been trending on twitter for just as long. I am so grateful to have a show that allows queerness to play and thrive in whimsical, but also serious and heart-wrenching, settings.

[imaginesbymonika]

Drivers license | Part 6

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Plot: all you wanted was to bring him some soup

Warnings: sad, flashbacks

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Song to listen to while reading:

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it.

His voice is soft, so soft that you practically feel it melt in your hands. You swallow thickly, while your hold on the mug tightens. For a moment you worry that the ceramic might break in your hand. The way he sings unlocks something that you prayed would remain where you buried it all those months ago. Your best friend's eyes linger on you and you can sense the anticipation. A part of you wants to brush it off, tell her to turn it off again. You want to scoff and say "Well, that sounds stupid." Maybe Louisa knows it and waits for exactly that kind of reaction. But you don't move a single muscle. Not one.

Take a walk on Sunday through the afternoon, we can always find something for us to do. We don’t really like what’s on the news, but it’s on all the time.

"Isn't it super weird to hear all these different rumors about yourself?", you questioned as you glanced at the television. TMZ reportedly found evidence that confirmed that Harry was dating his stylist, but your best friend just grinned. "Honestly, I don't really care." You were sitting on his hotel bed, eyeing him:" Seriously?" He nodded, before getting up. He walked the two meters and sat down right next to you, his shoulder softly nudged yours:" Well, I mean, I know the truth- you know the truth. To me, that's all that matters."

I take you with me every time I go away, in a hotel, using someone else’s name.

"What's the name you used to book my room?", you asked, holding your phone near your ear. The hotel is huge and even though you are nowhere near the doors you can hear the screaming coming from outside.

You peeked at the woman behind the reception:" Tell me." But you simply heard him giggling, before your phone vibrated. A sigh left your lips and you looked down at your screen. "Izzy Tittynope?!", you angrily whispered back into your phone, but you couldn't suppress the smile that made its way to your lips:" Couldn't you just use a normal name?" 

"Come on, we both know how much you love this little game."

I remember back at Johnny’s place, it’s not the same anymore.

"I think you fell in love with the wrong person."

"Oh my god.", you whispered, and out of the corner of your eye you see how your friend reaches for her phone but you shake your head. Johnny's place, that's where he told you that he didn't love you. Holy shit. This song is indeed about you.

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it. It’s not what I wanted, to leave you behind. Don’t know where you’ll land when you fly. But baby, you were the love of my life.

Hearing his voice almost makes you throw up. You want to sit down, and just stop breathing. Or maybe simply call him. Do you even still have his current phone number? God, you can't do that after your last interaction. Did he write this song before or after your guys talked at your apartment? Is it already too late? 

It’s unfortunate, ooh. Just coordinates, ooh.

You hold your breath while a million different thoughts run through your head and close your eyes. Maybe the solution to all your problems would magically emerge behind your eyelids. 

I don’t know you half as well as all my friends. I won’t pretend that I’ve been doing everything I can to get to know you’re creases and your ends. Are they all the same?

"Oh my god.", you abruptly say and open up your eyes again. 

"What?", Louise asks and watches how you frantically stand up and hurry to your bedroom. Harry's voice becomes smaller while you run up the stairs. "I need to see Anne.", you just yell back:" I need to fly to England!"

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it. It’s not what I wanted, to leave you behind. Don’t know where you’ll land when you fly. But baby, you were the love of my life.

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Hello! I want to talk about Izzy Hands for a moment and how he deconstructs the modern media ploy of 'morally-dubious-queer-man-in-love-with-the-bad-guy' by embodying that trope to its logical conclusions so it no longer becomes 'oh isnt it SO CUTE that Disney made La Fou gay for Gaston haha so great such good wholesome rep' and instead becomes 'this-kind-of-love-could-easily-become-toxic-and-having-the-antogonist-be-queer-isnt-the-'great'-rep-we-pretend-it-is-when-theyre-the-only-queer-in-the-universe'.

(side note: this is not me shitting on them queer coding Izzy this is me saying how GREAT it is that he got that treatment and linking it to wider media movements in places like Harry Potter (yuck), Disney etc. where 'queer rep' is tokenised to the point of it often having undercurrents of homophobia. This is also not me saying bad guys can't be queer because they are sexy when they are but it's me saying that often media made by cishets with biases will push the concept of queers being 'bad' by casting them in these roles without nuance or tact and expect actual queer people to applaud them for it).

Because Izzy...is in love with Blackbeard in his own way. And he DOES fit the role exactly of right-hand-man-in-love-with-evil-man. But Izzy is also a chatacter who is only allowed to be queer coded when all the other chatacters can be vocal about their queerness. Izzy is often put at odds with the stories of those characters too. In a show where the message largely seems to be about self actualisation via meaningful bonds Izzy just...cannot fit in with that. He is the antagonist to the self actualisation of multiple sets of characters (Lucius, Ed, Stede) and the reason things start going wrong for Stede and Ed. And so we have Izzy the queer coded right hand man who is put at odds with these actual queer people and cannot narratively traverse these waters without coming at odds with them. His character becomes not a beacon for queer joy but a stiffling of that joy aboard the ship. Unlike when Disney wanted us to fawn over La Fou, or when JKR wanted us to he happy with double and Grindlewald...it shows that this kind of queer rep can actually be harmful to other queer people.

And THEN we have his relationship with Ed and how he cannot let go of 'Blackbeard' - but also how Ed treats Izzy as sort of a 'hey sort this for me' and just sort of...takes him for granted in his own way? And how rather than that being played off as a 'great unspoken love' it is rightly shown to be a very toxic relationship compared to Eds relationship with Stede. Or how the way Izzy is possessive of Ed is contrasted against 'we don't own each other' Lucius and Pete who have the most stable and openly loving relationship on the whole show. Like ahdkdkd I'm probably not explaining this correctly but what I mean is that the box Izzy is forced into where he cannot properly express his queerness and his love for Ed isn't glorified but treated with nuance and like...more like how it would play out realistically?

And I just think it's so interesting when contrasted with these other shows that have supposedly had 'great rep' by modern standards. And sort of exploring through Izzy how those characters would actually be deeply troubled and complex and self-destructive rather than them being tokenised into something 'good' and 'progressive'. I hope I'm making sense.

Anyway, i love this show and I love how it treats queerness and how we get 3 canon queer couples who all have on screen kisses and how it puts the finger up at what we've been told to expect on screen in terms of queerness and instead is just loudly and proudly queer.