#carridge

[theshelaghturner]

I have thoughts and people probably won't agree with me but honestly I don't even care because I'll die on this hill.

I read on another site how some people thought that the mirror sex scene was weird in that how Pen was so innocent throughout the whole thing and in a way acting "childlike".

Like the sex ed in the Featherington household is non existent to begin with - I mean look at her sisters. It's her first time, her body knows that she likes it but in her head she's literally never done this before and is all of a sudden being intimate with her best friend. She is young, she is innocent. So isn't that the whole point? She wants this but doesn't know how to go about it and feels comfortable with her partner to ask these questions. THIS IS THE MOST FUCKING REALISTIC SCENE I'VE SEEN IN AGES. I mean hey she got fingered in a carridge and for all she bloody well knew that was it - then she had her mind blown and the whole world has opened up for her.

Then the laughing post sex - bro if people don't think that is realistic then you are missing out. You have that intimacy with your partner but the aftercare and just lying there and chilling out together post - authentic as fuck mate.

[tonyboneysblog]

ACCIDENTAL NAB P5

parings: thief!hawks x princess!reader

wordcount: 1.6k

warnings: angsty lowkey

note: this has been in my chamber for a hot minute…

summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far away from you home!…on accident.

Your still warm in hawks embrace, no words are shared even though they need to be spoken.

You’re hurt, of course you are why wouldn’t you be? You thought you and hawks were making good progress through this whole kidnapping situation, you still can’t tell if you’re wrong or not.

It’s cruel, you hate your own brain and the way it thinks, the way it wants to forgive him for even mentioning your mother.

But he is so warm, and everyone else is so cold.

Dabi suddenly speaks up, trying to break the tension.

“So…Sunstone is pretty far off y’know?” Dabi says reluctantly.

Fumikage nods, “yea takes about a week to even get there, then there’s the customs.”

They both groan in unison, if you weren’t in such despair then you would’ve chuckled at the sight.

Fumikage shifts uncomfortably, “You know, there’s a festival going on in a town on the way to SunStone?”

“Do you wanna go or something?” Hawks says while still holding you, you don’t have the energy to talk.

“I thought maybe it could cheer everyone up, lift the tension.” Fumikage looks towards hawks for a moment but then turns back.

Hawks just hums in agreement, Dabi nods his head towards Fumikage.

You’ve never participated in a festival before, your father really did try his best to keep you inside the palace.

You always had your ways though.

And sure, it usually did get you yelled at but you still had fun outside.

Your voice only shakes slightly, “I-I’d like to go.”

Hawks looks over towards you, his eyes filled with worry.

“Are you sure?”

You nod, you have a feeling that all of these adventures will end soon.

you’d like to keep a fun memory of a festival at the very least.

Fumikage hums with acknowledgment, keep his eyes on the road.

The nearby town was called Red Water, the festival was called “Reddou~ōku” according to Dabi.

supposedly- it’s more of a dancing thing for couple to celebrate their love, but normal folk without a loved one can still enjoy the activities.

Once you finally got to your location you realized why they called it “Red Water”, it was a little on the nose since it was literally surrounded with red water.

And the festivals decorated with gorgeous red silks and fabrics.

You could smell food from the carridge, smelled absolutely delicious.

The cooks at the palace could barely imitate said smell.

The four of you all pile out of the carridge, should you be worried of it being taken?

no, not according to Dabi.

While walking throughout the streets, hawks holds a piece of your cloak tightly like you’ll run away again.

You can faintly hear Fumikage and Dabi snickering to eachother behind you.

suddenly, you tug on hawks loose, white sleeve.

“I’m hungry.”

Hawks looks towards Fumikage and Dabi, “we’ll get some food soon, okay?”

“But I’m hungry now.”

Hawks sighs, “I forgot your just a princess…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing” hawks responds quickly.

He meant it as in a “you always get what you ask for” type of way, you realize…thought slowly.

Dabi grabs hawks by the shoulder, pointing towards a trinket shop.

“Me and Fumikage are going there.”

Hawks jaw drops softy, “that place looks like it costs a fortune.”

“Oh please- we don’t but anything anyways.”

“Fine.”

You can tell hawks is…a little on edge ever since the Skinningrove incident.

Dabi quickly throws his hand over Fumikages shoulder, dragging him into the shop.

Instead of Hawks continuing to hold onto your cloak, he slides his hands into your own.

They’re soft, calloused but soft.

Reallly warm as well.

Your body tenses slightly at the contact.

Hawks chuckles, “Relax, we’re about to go through a crowd.”

You hold on tighter, enjoying the touch.

You and hawks shimmy over to the foods stalls, now technically being able to do whatever the both of you please without the other two.

Hawks drags your over to one of the food stalls, your eyes spot a small meat skewer steaming softly.

You point at it, “that one.”

“What?” Hawks follows your finger, “ah- fine.”

Hawks hands the worker 2 shiny gold coins, “two of those skewers.”

The food stall worker hums, taking the coins only to hand back the skewers, “one for you and the lady.”

Hawks sends a quick side eye towards the worker, only to drag away to a more secluded location.

You could help but notice the worker looking at you almost..concerned?

Hawks voice suddenly pops through your thoughts before they start spiraling, “careful, it’s hot.”

You don’t listen to hawks warning, instead taking the biggest bite you could.

Of course, you burn your tongue with a yelp.

Hawks tsks softly, grabbing your chin, “you and your little rebellious streak.”

You stick your tongue out, “hurts.”

Hawks shakes his head, “Obviously- you burned your tongue.”

You can’t help but feel like quite the nuisance in hawks life.

Hawks looks around for a moment, then flicks your head.

“Ow-“ you grab your forehead with your free hand.

“That’s your punishment.”

“For what-“

“Not listening…”

You huff softly, you thought you were supposed to have fun at festivals.

Dabi and Fumikage suddenly join you again.

Hawks barks out a laugh, “couldn’t find anything?”

Dabi furrows his brows, “Already found the food, looking a little pudgy hawks…”

Hawks chokes on his small meat skewer, coughing.

You pat his back, aren’t you great at this?

I mean you always have been- your sisters were always messy eaters.

suddenly a soft melody starts near the center of the town, delicate and quite whimsical in your opinion.

Fumikages head turns towards the mass of people starting to gather near it, “looks like the festivities are about to begin.”

Hawks cocks his head to the left, his cluelessness evident.

Fumikage smiles gently, “they have a competition to see who can dance the longest.”

Ah- you and your sisters did that as well back at the palace! Spinning around eachother until your stomachs got sore from the motions.

You tug on hawks shirt, “I want to do it.”

“I’m eating.” Hawks responds bluntly, if you want to teach a spoiled kid that they can’t have everything this would most likely be the right thing to say!

not for you though.

“I said I wanted to go, let’s go”

“And i said I was eating.” He retorts.

the festivities were just about to begin, if you didn’t go now then you wouldn’t be able to join.

you immediately snatch hawks, dragging him away with a yelp.

Fumikage and Dabi stood back, softly laughing at the scene.

Quickly you force hawks over to the area, the music getting louder.

Hawks sighs, “You’re rotten.”

“I get what I ask for.”

Hawks serious face suddenly breaks into a smile, then he giggles.

You can feel your heart strings being pulled.

Then the announcer, who was up on a rickety wooden stage, yells out the rules.

It’s quiet simple, choose a partner then dance in a circle until their is only one team left.

you and hawks arms intertwine snuggly, shoulders pushed together.

“This is stupid.” Hawks says, his smile opposes that statement though.

Then a different tune comes, and the crowd starts to move wildly.

You see many fall immediately, trying their best to get up and out of the way.

You trip slightly but hawks manages to keep you up, then his hand intertwine with your own.

It was successfully keeping the two of you together, though you could feel yourself getting dizzier by the second.

Your worn, pearlescent shoes continue to trip over the other but you and hawks still stand tall.

You can hear yourself giggling loudly, for a moment you forgot you were a princess- that you had duties to get back too.

But hawk tight hold onto kept you in your fantasy for just a little longer.

Then the music stops, you and hawks won!

you stumble slightly into his chest, he holds you with a big smile on his face.

like he enjoyed the small bit of time he had with you.

But suddenly, your eyes caught something- moving throughout the crowd.

You could hear small gasps, you could see the small specs of sliver and pearl.

You vision, blurry from the constant spinning, tried to focus on what you were looking at.

Then suddenly, hawks is ripped from you.

You feel cold medal seeping through your cloak, your heart racing.

Your dragged away quickly, your still disoriented.

Then when your body meets a well feed fjords, that’s when you realize.

There was a reason that food stall worker kept their gaze on you a little longer than everyone else.

They knew you.

They told.

Now you recognize your own kingdoms knights.

“Are you alright princess?” They hop on the horse, checking on your state.

“Those damned thieves didn’t hurt you- did they?”

You never respond.

Was hawks okay- what about Dabi or Fumikage?

You know what they do to thieves in your kingdom.

For a second, your brain must have tricked you.

Tricked you into thinking that maybe you saw a glimpse of red flying across the sky.

Then again, it could’ve been blood.

You knew the horrors of your kingdom, you just hated thinking about it.

You didn’t have the stomach to turn around.

to see if it was hawks head that was bashed open.

To see if it was him to blame for the red.

Did you even win? Or did they just stop because they saw the knights?

were you able to ever truly be free?

Even for a minute?

Suddenly your head drops into the knights shoulder, seemingly passed out.

And when you woke.

You’d be back home.

Isn’t that what you wanted?

[ryin-silverfish]

How would the whole succession thing work, leaving aside LMK (the series has its own rules how some things work, I guess?). Like, I always thought Erlang would be the most suitable candidate. Even though we know he is rebellious. Although I know that the Jade Emperor has many children.

Hmmm...where to start?

Though S4's execution of it falters, the idea that the Heavenly Emperor can be replaced is not entirely without basis.

There is a very funny example in the Tang dynasty You Yang Za Zu, where this guy named Zhang Jian basically became the Heavenly Emperor via a magical bird and Grand Carridge Theft.

An earlier work, the Northern-Southern dynasty 殷芸小说, also had this guy who died and came back to life recount his meeting with the Heavenly Emperor, where he asked the officials nearby if this was "Heavenly Emperor Zhang" of old, and they were like "Nah, that guy's long gone, it's Cao Mingdi now."

(Who is a historical emperor of the Wei dynasty, btw.)

However, other than that, there isn't much else, so to answer this question, we must look to IRL imperial successions for inspirations.

First, only male heirs are eligible for the throne, which rules out all of JE's daughters.

Second, the eldest son/son of the empress, as well as said son's male firstborn, is preferred. However, you can find a number of exceptions to that in Chinese history, when an emperor chose a younger son as his heir, usually because the firstborn was seriously unsuitable to rule, or he needed a stronger and more talented successor to deal with the mess to come.

When an emperor has no heir whatsoever, the next best choice would be one of the emperor's brothers. And if the emperor has no brothers either, we'll finally get to some other princes in the royal family. For example, the eleventh emperor of the Ming dynasty, Jiajing/Shizong, was the cousin of the guy that came before him.

In JTTS, the JE does have a crown prince, who quarreled with Huaguang and got beaten up. A more outlandish and fantastical case of someone related to JE is Emperor Zhenwu in JTTN, who is one of JE's three souls incarnate.

Under the dynastic succession system, whether Erlang would be a viable candidate depends on if you take JTTS a/o JTTN as canon.

Outside of that, if the only heir is a little kid, the late emperor's wife/experienced male relative can also rule as dowager/regent in his stead.

But also: why do we need a single heir to succeed JE, anyways? Can't we just, y'know, do away with the imperial dynastic system altogether and reform the Celestial Bureaucracy into a slightly more modern one?

[opened-up]

1.

hi, hope you’re good. i’ve been tinkering at a longer project, so here’s a little bit of it. thanks for reading

I was carried in thru the threshold of the city inside a dark train carridge. First couple of days I’d say bye to Brian and Lucy and wonder out into the city. Big shapes. Big concrete pyramids. I’d hold my hand out to the brick and check it was solid. I’d hog the water we had to take like, three showers a day. The stream ran clear but i still could sense all this dirt on me in fine invisible but seriously felt layers. I got used to it eventurally, stopped freaking out. Washed when I remembered - I was having so much fun.

Felt strong in my body, I walked everywhere or ran up onto trains, constantly on my feet. Tumbled down into a heap with whatever traveller was with me and listened to my young young YOUNG body endure it. Immense gratitute took me over fully and often. 

…

[soup-for-ghosts]

WAIT WAITA MINUTE WASNT GREGSON THERE WHEN MR MCGILDED DIED IN THE CARRIDGE FIRE……………… THE TRUTH’S BEEN STARING AT US IN THE FACE ALL ALONG AND YET WE WERE BLIND TO IT

CALC IM GOINF TO EXLLODE

ashley was responsible for mcgilded’s death, or at least orchestrated it. gregson had nothing to do with that

but nonetheless! :)

[mae-bee-art]

Pale Compariot ( Jane Austin x Twilight)

  Pride and Prejudice X Twilight crossover fanfic

2k words

Music – Claire de lune Debussy

Characters-

Charles Bingley (Pride and Prejudice), 

Edward Cullen(Twilight),

Bella Swan (Twilight)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife, or husband.

This sole concept plagued Bella Swans mind. She was the newest arrival in Forks Hertfordshire and was bound to meet a many suitors. Prepared was a sentiment she had not while her carridge rode in through the main road. Before she had lived with her widowed mother in the counrtyside, but was now being sent into society as per her mothers wishes. ‘Darling you know not a soul your age, we must find you a match.’ Thus, she was sent off to reside with her father during the upcoming social season. 

            By no means was Ms Swan not in awareness of Forks, she had made a fair amount of visits during the summers. Midst her visitations she had made the acquaintance of a Charles Bingley. Prior to being grown, they were playmates. In later years Bella was rendered rather found of his calling on her. This matter was no different. A few days upon her arrival the expected had occurred.

            ‘It means a great deal to me seeing you here again for a prolonged rendezvous’ said he, in an agreeable greeting. They had decided on taking a promande in a pleasant park nearby. Her father, Charlie Swan, sat in on their reunion, for it was the propre thing to do. Throughout their exchange Mr Bingley continued to insist on her appearance at his ball. She was quite hesitant since she had no close companions other than Mr Bingley, and he would be occupied hosting throughout the evening. His hammering persistence gave way at her reluctance, and she feebly insured of her being there. Upon many other topics of conversations, one that was very prominent was a vague introduction of all the relevant families and people. Several of which happened to be promenadingin the park alongside them.

Abruptly the sky filled with gray and a sense of dreariness had appeared in the park. A ensemble of pasty, morbidly dressed figures emerged and commenced their own promanade. Sunken eyes, sharp feature and all of them handsome in their own right. Ms Swan had paused in awe. One gentleman in particular had earned Ms Swan notice, he possessed a sense of reform and mystery. She was entirely enticed and raptured. ‘M-Mr Bingley, are you in fellowship with t-that family’ she meekly pondered, directing his attention to the bunch.  In a conscience manner, Mr Bingley had informed Bella of the Cullen family and their immense fortunes.Similarly to Ms Swan, they were recent arrivals in Forks. ‘It seems as though Edward Cullen, a man of excellent breeding and inheritance, has caught your eye’ Mr Bingley proclaimed slyly. ‘I must confess, I went through painstaking efforts to get them to attend my gathering. My dear friend, it would be the perfect chance for you to be introduced, if it pleased you.’ 

In consequence of agreeing on her attendance, Ms Swan had the obligation of turing in her countryside attire in turn for a ballgown. She had not been so pampered in quite a duration. Being all done up reminded her pretty she truly was. Arriving at Mr Bingley residence she knew not a soul and felt truly lonely. Drifitng in and out of conversations the whole soirée while her companion was preoccupied. After a duration of not having one to converse or dance with, she had set her mind to wandering about Bingleys estate. Through the corridors, archways and many salons she had stumbled her way into the dwelling’s impressive library. She had always found a comforts in books that many people could not render her. She approached the shelves filled with books and novels full of treasured information and tales. Brushing her fingers against their spines and skimming their titles. Engrossed by her pondering she had yet to notice the figure stationed across from her. ‘I would have been more prepared if I had knowledge there would be company joining me’ Bella inhaled abruptly from shock to face none other than, Edward Cullen himself positioned behind her. 

Heart hammering in her chest as she was standing alone with Edward in a darkened library, it was very scandalous! ‘I-Iumm-I shall leave you be, I must be going” tucking her hair behind her ear and turned to leave. ‘I had not meant-‘started the Cullen but she had already made it halfway down the hallway and his voice was not carried so far out. With what felt like a face on fire, she marched away flustered from the library and back to the dance hall.

 Upon her return to the grand room Mr Bingley enclosed on her, querying where she had gone off to. The story of her encounter with the younger Cullen had Mr Bingley in a mirthful disposition. ‘ It would be a true shame if you did not share a dance with him this evening, it is so apparent you fancy him, and we must discover his affections towards you’ bashfully teasing Ms Swan. He declared he was off to convince Mr Cullen to a dance with the alluring new towns member. 

The discovery of the Cullens was not in itself difficult, their dark wardrobes stood out in the seas of colourful attires. Edward was found re-entering the room in a flurry when Bingley collected his regard. Bingley had started with querying if he had heard of the newest Swan arrival. It was stated that Mr Cullen in fact, had knowledge of Ms Swan arrival, Bingley had knowed this situation was bound for success.  ‘You see, she happens to be an old friend of mine, truly dear. Do you have any impressions of the lady? If I were to speak of you fondly there would surely excellent chance of a certain fondness’

‘She does intrigue me so, but as well do you sir. I do not believe we’ve had more than a brief exchange of words, yet here you are trying to find me a match’ said he with a shimmering eye.

‘ Well then let us introduce ourselves. I am Charles Bingley, host of this ball and compatriot to all’ extending his hand for a frim handshake. 

‘It is certainly and honour to finally truly to make myself know to you. I am Edward Cullen’ said he. In a sultry voice reaching his hand to meet Bingleys. Mr Bingely composure ceased being serne, had it just get hot in here?  Mr Cullens eyes stayed in contact with Bingleys even when his were drawn away, it was an intense exchange. Even so Mr Bingley continued,

‘My fair dame of a friend would possibly be a great match with you’ said he in a dry sputter.

The expression now plastered a crossed the other gentleman’s face had an air of exasperation.

‘Your lady friend does sound quite pleasant, however I am currently more captivated by you ”

A strained gulp passed down Charles throat. Had a fellow been this forward towards him in the past he would have thought little of his stature, but in this instance was contrasting. Despite his own struggles, he conveyed Mr Cullen to share a dance this evening with a Ms Swan. 

            Across the ballroom Edward drifted in the direction of Ms Swan. It was not that Ms Swan did not intrigue him, believe me she did, nonetheless so did Mr Bingley. Those two were the only folk he had ever encountered who his mental telepathy did not function on. Quite bizarre for him indeed. For you see dear reader, Edward Cullen ( and the rest of his family) were vampires. Surviving generations after generations of humans, never setting foot into sun light and being being impossibly fast and strong. Unlike the tales of old, they did not consume human blood. In replace of it, they hunted animals. It helped them live among the people not to constantly deal with bloodlust. Still, this evening was different, Edward felt insatiable of Ms Swan and Mr Bingley. 

            As he reproached the young madame, he assured himself to maintain composure of being in such close vasinity to her. She looked absolutely ravishing in her castleton green ball gown. He reached out a hand to her and she took it hesitantly. ‘Would you do me the honours of joining me for a dance ’ inquisited he. Whisking them off to the dance floor with ease, as Claire de lune by Debussy starts resonating through the room. ‘I am quite found of Debussys works, especially this one’ proclaimed he. 

‘I w-would personally a-agree with you’ tepidly she added. 

They sway and swing with graceful movement and a fervent air set upon them. It seems as though the whole dance hall is raptured by there intensity, including Mr Bingley.

            He felt as though he was seething eyeing the two of them heartily enjoying each others presence. Putting feeling to words felt impossible, all he knew he knew was he desired to have Edward return to him. 

The evening came to a close, newly found pairs bid each other adieu and set off for the evening.’ I appreciate you putting in a good word for me Charles’ Bella merrily thanked Mr Bingley. She popped a small kiss onto his cheek and was off. Her carriage trotting away into the earl morning murk. Strangely enough, just outside stood Edward, glissing in a patch a morning light. His skin was like diamonds. Charles was baffled. Once Edward realized his state of un-loneliness, he rushed to his carriage. 

~

            The following week Mr Bingely was waiting upon Ms Swan once again. On this occasion he was sitting with her in the lounge room of her abode. He had not paid her a visit since his ball, and they needed to fully debrief the situation surrounding Edward Cullen. Mr Bingely begin explaining the darnest thing he ever saw after his ball. ‘His skin was glowing, it was not natural in any manner,’ said he. They had begun conspiring a bunch a tales that could explain this unlikely event. Their hersay was interumpted as the entry of a Mr Edward Cullen was announced. Both fell dead silent as he strode into the room. ‘ I did not mean to interrupt, do carry on’ said he, taking a position on an armchair across from them. 

            ‘W-we were in the middle of discussing last weeks ball’ Ms Swan said biting her lip. 

            ‘What in particular was so discussion worthy’ he grinned charmingly at them, with a knowing look. Ms Swan eyeballed Mr Bingley , and he looked back at her. Both wondering what they should say. Charles had enough guts to pipe up. 

            ‘You are not human, are you?’ He firmly directed the question towards the pale figure. 

            ‘Say it, what am I?’ he directed.

            ‘V-v-vampire’ Ms Swan sputtered out. Mr Cullens head sharply turned to face and stood up directed to the window. He tore apart the curtains and let the sunlight coat him. 

            ‘This is the skin of a killer Bella and Charles’ ise pales complextion sparkled like a diamond, shimmering and shining. The two of them sat in awe even more raptured by his beauty. 

            ‘You two are like no one I’ve ever encountered before. I cannot read your thoughts, unlike the others’. 

            ‘We do not fear you’ said she, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

            ‘What else do you not fear? The expectations of society?’ He stated at Charles. 

            ‘ I am a free man ; I do not allow the hindrances of other to bring me down’ Replied Mr Bingley in full confident. 

            ‘Perfcet, then it is all settled then’ he stood up with a gusto. He reached out to grab one of each of their hands and pulled them up with him. 

            ‘We shall call it a match then’ said he a grand smile on his face.

The end~

[starrypopsi]

Dear ppl who go “bawwww speedwagon useless”

One, Jonathan would have died on ogre street

Two Dio if he wasn't outed would have

destroyed the joestars

Three Jonathan would have bled to death

outside the mansion

Four no way to have found dio

Five no one to check the carridge

Six he would not have warmed zeppelis arm

(plus no hamon passed to Jonathan)

Seven no one would protect poco and he could

have been more hurt

Eight no speedwagon foundation

y'all better RESPECT my boy more

Inspo by a good friend @trulyratman thru dms

[fumikomiyasaki]

Yippee Ki Yay

Ignacio & Eikichi or Fabio

Wild west Au

The traveling merchant sighed as he was around with a carridge around the land... many didn’t pay his inventions and products any attention and just waved him off to the next place, denying anything that new or could be revolutionized... money was tight and Eikichi grew tired of all day and night riding... and so he stopped by a local form nearby to rest up... hiding himself in one of the sheds.... only to be found by the young farmer Ignacio.

“What are you doing here?”

“My bad I just.... haven’t slept in a while and this looked like the only place that seemed comfy.”

As he wanted to get up his stomach grumbled loud as Ignacio offered his hand to help him up.

“I can fix you something up.”

And so Eikichi was greeted into the farm house and could rest up and eat something... he wanted to pay back the kindness he was greeted with somehow and so the next day... he presented one of his inventiones to him that would help with farming and although Ignacio was sceptical... somewhat it actually did work... carrots were quicker harvested and things seemed more quicker...

“Say how much do you want for this machine?”

“You kindness to me gives you a discount for sure.”

Eikichi stayed for a long while at the farm, others gathering attention to his machines and him being invited into town to present them. Since then Ignacio and Eikichi grew pretty close which made him visit the farm a lot despite his new fame and always check by to help out.

[chloefashionthroughtime]

These are some more designs using my previous designs I created and merged them together for some more ideas. There is one design mergers from each inspiration with my silverware, vases, carridges and artitecture. I really love to design and create new concepts for my collection.

[caught-in-the-infinite]

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#5

Goncharov, tumblr, twitter and the things that were lost along the way

I have become obsessed with the idea that the tumblr meme of Goncharov is more about the destruction of Twitter than anything else. Tumblr itself has sailed so close to the wind of being shut down and gone forever and now we are watching across the river as the library of alexandria burns. If Twitter goes there will be an unimaginably huge amount of data and connections lost. History that can no longer be eaily referenced and referred to.

What better metephor could there be than a 1973 movie that we are told by everyone that is incredible, that has had a huge impact - still felt today - on every gangster movie since, that is a formative work of at the very start of the careers of some of the biggest names in the business...and you cannot see it. No one can see it. This piece of art can only be view through someone else describing it to you. It can be seen in gifs and quotes sandwiched between other asthetic images.

If you didn't see Goncharov at the cinema in 1973 then you are never going to be able to watch it. If you are not on Twitter now then, chances are, you never will be.

No wonder the tag line is about time running out.

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#4

I've been having ideas about how season 2 Our Flag Means Death is going to handle Ed finding out about Stedes "death" and while there probably is time within the 10 episodes for Ed to grieve his relationship, find out Stede is dead, greive Stede and then find out Stede is still alive before/at the reunion it feels like a lot for the minimal run time. Also, because I'm obsessed with Izzy Hands so this is also about him.

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So about episode 3 Izzy decideds that the Kraken has become too much and much to his eternal disgust that the only way to get things back on an even keel is to fetch back the captains sweetheart.

Assuming that Stede is a moron and will have simply returned home after dumping Ed that's where he starts. Only to find the gravestone. He is very pissed off at this revelation and is seen by some local in the process of wishing he had been the one to do the deed.

He returns to the ship and doesn't say anything. Alternatively telling Ed that Stede returned home to his wife and will never leave there again.

5 Episodes (and several months pass), during which there are increasingly close calls where Ed and Stede keep missing each other.

Blackbeard and crew are raiding a ship where someone on board is very excited to meet the captain whom his good friend Stede sailed with, for just a little bit. Here is where Ed finds out Stede is dead. Ed also finds out that there was a pirate that turned up at the gravestones. But there has now been enough time pass that these two events are now much more closely related and perhaps that pirate was turning up to make sure "his enemy" was dead, that perhaps the story had been embosed such that the pirate had been driving the carridge that ran over Stede.

And who was he, Ed might ask.

Didn't get a name but he was all in black, with a beard and had an X tattoo'd right here, he points underneath his eye.

Such a fury has never been seen on the Kraken before.

Despite protestations he fully believes that Izzy has killed Stede and Ed wont kill him but he'll certaily leave him in a position which very shortly he will definitely die a very painful death.

Ed leaves to go get a drink at a bar.

And Stede sits down opposite him "You're a hard man to catch up with."

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I don't think this is how it will go. Too much is put on Izzy here - just cause he's blorbo from my shows doesn't make him a main character. But I like the idea of Izzy being so profoundly greatful that Stede is still alive. Even possibly being happy to see him.

Also I don't really see Season2 Izzy taking it upon himself to go fetch Stede back. Or Ed sending him off to see what happened to Stede. I like the idea of him being confused for Blackbeard in town though - especially for when Ed does turn up later to "meet the family".

Izzy is saved in the end. Maybe just kicked off the ship for good.

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Izzy the spewer, let him look...Captain left him in charge once, and we were in choppy seas, and he spewed everywhere and he shit himself too. Lots of shit.

Fang

OK, time for some baseless speculation because I’ve got Izzy Hands brain rot.

Facts: Fang is not afraid of Izzy, he is afraid of Blackbeard.

Assumptions: The rest of Blackbeards crew feels the same way.  And Izzys time in charge of Blackbeards crew went about as well as his time in charge of Stede’s crew.

Hypothesis: Someone tried to poison Izzy and send him off to doggy heaven while the boss wasn’t around. Probably throw him overboard during the choppy seas for good measure.

But Izzy’s a cockroach and survived however much rat poison they tried to feed him. The crew aren’t going to tell Blackbeard they tried to kill his second in command and Izzy certainly isn’t going to offer up this humiliating story of his time in charge.

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If this is too much I'm sorry. But I was recently made aware of plugs that have panties attached to them. The wearer just has a little strip of elastic that goes up around her hips. Imagine if you will, Dom Henry is very strict, good girls wear the cute underthings he gets for them. Him and his sub go out for a romantic dinner and discovers that she's been plugged for the evening.

🥵🥵🥵 oh jesus! fuck yes! (this got long and a little out of hand but fuck it, its hot🥵🥵🥵)

You eyed the new ‘toy’  with a smile, it was two plugs that were attached to a painr of panties. simple but looked effective.

You’d got them when henry was away filming and had kept them in their neat little box, henry had a strict rule, when he was away you would not play with yourself unless he was instructing you over the phone or video call.

You were going out to dinner, a little ritual you both had once he was home, you’d kiss and cuddle maybe get a spanking if you’d been naughty while he was away,much to your annoyance he kept a note in his phone the amount of times you were naughty when he was away.

But he would not have sex with you untill he woo’d you again. he was a romantic heart deep down he’d take you out, run around the garden and  arrive at the front door pretend to be a teenage sweetheart your door with a boquet of posy’s and chocolates

the night would be just like when you were dateing, dinner, danceing cute kisses and sweet caresses.

He would reaquaint himself with you romantically then bring you home and tie you to his bed and unleash as much cum in and on you as humanly possible! or if he was feeling kinky his glute drive in the gym drenching the gym in the scent of your sex so he would have a reminder for days as he worked out each day~

Normally you can wait the extra two days, but this time you were just too horny, he was away filming the witcher season two and made a point to video call you in costume as much as he could knowing what it did to you.

It was as if he wanted you to break his rules and fuck yourself on one of the ‘mysterious’ gifts he had been sending you. one of which being a suspicious ‘henry like’ dildo which you were certain had been  hand made by your dom with a ‘clone a willy’ set.

But tonight you’d just given up, you hissed quietly shimmying the undies up and placed both plugs correctly, you didnt need lube henry had been going to town teasing you all day youd changed undies twice already!

You sighed visibly shivering as everything sloted into place and rocked back and forth moaning slightly as they both shifted inside of you. you tugged your sexy open back play suit up over your body and tentativly walking down the stairs.

Henry didnt seeme to notice your heaving breathing at first, he did however notice you falter when he handed you your flowers and chocolates in his bike leathers!?

“I though we could take the bike today, take both my girls out for a spin” he said referring to you and the bike grinning handing you your helmet. and biker jacket.

The ride was short but had fucked you up! you had almost cum twice as he opened her up on the dual carridge way, the vibrationed from the purring bike wreaking havoc on your insides as it turned both plugs into vibrators!

Henry had laughed as you got off the bike wobblying knees knocking, he knew what it did to you but for some reason this time you could barely fucking stand straight.

You brushed off his  comments on your red face and secretly regratted not bringing a bigger bag with spare panties becuase you still had the fucking ride home!

Once inside the classy restauraunt things didnt get better for you, this was backfiring incredibly! this was supposed to tease him later on when he realised youd been sitting here full and weeping all night!

You squirmed at the table, whining every so often crossign your legs you could help it the bike fucked you up.

Henry smirked and began a small game of footsie under the table his foot hidden by the table cloth.

You mewled softly squeezing your thighs as his foot pressed at your knees threatening to slip past.

‘Open your legs love’ he ordered casually as he ate his food staring at you eye twinkling with mirth finding it cute how you were trying to refuse him.

‘H-hen please not here- wait till we’re home?’ you pleaded slowly eating your own meal slowly even though you wasnt hungry.... Well not for food. 

He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow and prodded harder shoving past your knees meeting your center with the tip of his shoe and rubbed harshly.

‘Oh god sir!” you moaned thumping your cutlery on the table fists threatening to snap the silver. rutting against his foot making the plugs move rubbing against on another, his shoe hit the first plug fucking you lightly. 

Thats when he felt it, the hard thick base of something, he ripped his foot away shocked that you’d ever do something like this then smirked knowingly.

‘Is there something you want to tell me?’ he teased dropping his cutlery, you just flushed looking down slowly chewing another mouthfull. 

‘fFne i will find out for myself’ he mutteredwhen you ignored him he simply got up moving around beside you crouching down next to you kissing your cheek and cupped your pussy and gasped feeling the plugs

Instantly he sat back down calling the waitier for the bill, leavign as fast as he could.

‘You nuaghty girl, i thought there was somthing off with you tonight... their better by one up here too because you know my rules~ needy girl who cant wait get their asses fucked!” he growled dragging you back on the bike ‘get ready this will be one hell of a ride, think i might go the long way~’ he teased before revving the bike making you yelp as the vibration travled up both plugs. henry laughed.

But that wasnt the worst of it he did take the long way home, darting through back roads over revving her to get the most out of this unusual torment.

Once home he didnt stop, he was determined to make you cum on his bike atleast once before dragging your sorry ass back indoord.

He parked her up resting the red bike on her stand and tore off both his and your helmets fisting a hand in your hair keeping you straddling the powerhouse mechanical marvel and revved her making the bike drown out you wails as he used it to bring you to new hieghts.