#not like Izzy needs it but I was like wtf happened to it I know I had one

[izzy-b-hands]

ya ever start a fic draft of vaguely angsty slightly smutty post false death/being buried alive situation and then suddenly go

oh. oh is that what that is? in regards to your own sensation seeking post near death experiences

because i just have. That's Something lmao

[internerdionality]

And just to be clear, it wasn't just Izzy's death or the way it happened that I found incredibly disappointing about that finale. For that matter, while there were some great moments, the entire season felt rushed and incomplete, with a lot of decisions that just baffled me.

The Olu/Zheng/Jim/Archie polycule got no resolution whatsoever and just felt crappily done. It felt like Jim and Olu transitioned from romantic to platonic between seasons and then got shoved at new love interests, instead of actually grappling with the interesting poly dynamics, jealousy, NRE, insecurity, etc., that they could have engaged with. And to be clear I LOVED every moment of Olu/Zheng and Jim/Archie! But it felt like the show didn't believe you can have meaningful romantic relationships with multiple people at the same time, so they had to make it as if Jim and Olu's romantic sexual encounter at the end of last season didn't mean anything and that the two of them are perfectly happy being chosen siblings. This after Oluwande is explicitly described as in love with Jim in the first season! WTF?

It also felt like they just abandoned Lucius and Pete being poly in favor of having a cutesy wedding? Like don’t get me wrong, yay for weddings, but honestly it felt very mononormative and forced instead of queer and affirming. Even if Lucius had like, kissed Fang on the lips right after, or if they'd had more affection shown between the whole crew during the wedding, that would have been something. It just felt off.

Zheng felt like a wasted character by the end. Her just letting Ricky know where all her ships were was unbelievable for how competent and badass they made her out to be, and literally her only impact on the plot was serving as a vehicle to drive Stede from place to place. Also just killing off her entire crew other than Auntie? Hundreds of mostly Asian women? Yeah, that's not a good look.

Why did they feel the need to destroy the Republic of Pirates, for that matter? What actual plot or emotional growth did it create? At the end of Episode 7, I expected Stede to have to grapple with how he's managed to not just bring down Blackbeard but the *entire Republic of Pirates* and *the Pirate Queen of China* to add to his whole "I ruin beautiful things" trauma and instead he just doesn't seem to care at all. Like how did he get from all of his trauma and grief about being inadequate in the first season—the actual trauma that led him to leave Ed in the first place—to "oh, it's not so bad being a failure once you get used to it"?!?! Throughout the season I kept thinking that he was repressing and it would come back up to bite him in the ass but no, apparently he just fixed that issue offscreen? What the hell?

And it was the same with Ed! After all that build up in the first season about how Ed doesn’t like to kill people directly—and maintaining that through the first two episodes, even, which was hard! We never see him directly kill anyone! The guy he shot had already been run through!—he’s literally joking while surrounded by corpses he killed and the show barely addressed the trauma that the character we knew would have experienced. Just a completely dropped note. What happened to Ed's self-hatred that they spent an entire dream sequence episode establishing?

Ed and Stede’s actual conflicts and problems just basically disappeared at the end, with a “oh I actually do love you, babe” glossing over Ed’s very legit reasons for leaving and then Stede (apparently?!?) being convinced to give up piracy without a second of screen time spent discussing it. If felt like they were actually setting them up to just be the toxic lesbians from episode four, how is that a satisfying finale? I honestly would have rather had them end the season apart again, but this time knowing they love each other and they have to do some work to get back to each other. Like, Stede sailing into the sunset after kissing Ed and promising to come back and Ed going "i trust that you will, thank you for giving me the space I need to heal"—that would have been a satisfying place to leave them.

And then Izzy's death... don't get me fucking started on what a complete waste of screen time and acting that was. Wow.

[arsenicflame]

ok leaked 2x01 clip observation post

(watch the clip here)

God. Izzy looks completely wrecked in this- hes scruffy and his hairs not slicked back properly he just looks. tired.

EVERYONE LOOKS SO COOL THOUGH

i want to know WHY he stutters there- what was he going to say instead?

for me, the way fang asks izzy how hes doing is not just a sign that things have gotten so bad, but it implies prior emotional connection. fang had to be the one to breach this conversation because he Knows Izzy (perhaps the others were too nervous to start because the situation is Obviously tense, but fang knows him) idk thats what i get from it.

'dont help me, dont help me' izzy sweetheart :( they are your friends.

the way jim says 'unhealthy relationship with blackbeard' sounds like they were coached, like they were repeating something someone else said. i love two unemotional assholes trying their best. unhealthy relationship is such a frenchieism to me i can just imagine jim noting it down in their journal like. 'good wording. practice saying it a few more times. toxic??????'

i believe theyre called archie and i love them so much. lesbianism hours.

rhino horn i assume is a drug? hm.

'hes cut off at least two more of your toes, hasnt he?' HOLY SHIT

the way frenchie says that is like. it wasn't infection or an accident its purposeful. they KNOW something is happening. ed Took two more toes. at least, that they know of. how do they know??? are they listening? can they hear his screams? is he asking for medical help from them? rotating round them all so no one person knows just how bad it is? (but theyre talking. theyre talking to each other now. about him, theyre worried)

maybe his first really did heal fine and it was a later infection. maybe. maybe ed took the whole leg. on purpose. whats izzy been doing to 'make ed do this'- did ed even anything to justify it? was he protecting the crew? smuggling rations to lucius? at best he was disobeying orders, but given their reactions it obviously wasnt anything that endangered anyone- imo he would have been looking out for them (maybe that why he is instructing them to throw away loot. hes protested that one too many times)

the way he immediately starts crying at that too. its like. hes been thinking all these things for a while and didn't want to say it out loud, or was thinking it was all on him and that he deserved it- but then someone comments out loud its not a good situation and he just. thats his oh moment and he falls apart.

IZZY GETS A HUG

god a fang hug looks so good- even when hes obviously trying to respect izzy being uncomfortable it

the way he is desperately trying to hold back sobbing- like if he breaks apart now he knows its the end, he will never be able to put himself back together. he needs to remain strong remain put together, he will never survive otherwise. it doesnt even really feel like hes trying not to cry because its weakness, not appropriate of him anymore, its simply that he cant afford to.

also making unconscious noises when uncomfortable. me 🤝 izzy autistic bitches. (this is only to me)

JIM IS SO UNCOMFRTABLE ALSO (and archie?) god. i desperately want happy izzy & jim dynamics i think they would work SO good, neither of them want to touch an emotion with a ten foot pole wtf please get jim out of there and a knife in their hand.

god. god. theres so much here. the crew dynamics. izzy found family canon confirmed i love it so much. this is everything ive ever wanted izzys getting love! hes getting a good arc! hes making allies and friends and they care about him!!!! theyre worried about him!!!!!!

god. i was already so excited for season 2 but this is everything to me. i just know this is going to be so good. i have SO much faith

[izzysillyhandsy]

Prince Ricky and Izzy Hands - WTF actually happened there and why?

Yesterday I was rewatching the finale with my first-time-OFMD friend, and she was absolutely baffled by Ricky shooting Izzy with his own gun.

In her words: "Nobody took it off him, that's not realistic! That's impossible, totally impossible, I can't buy that, you don't just forget a gun on a prisoner?!?!?!?"

And on my first watch I thought the same thing (as we all did), and then forgot about it a bit, but now I want to speculate. Because WHY did that happen?

The easiest explanation is, of course: Ricky needed a gun and it doesn't really matter where it came from. The writers didn't think it was important and neither should we.

But I'd like to expect a bit more from this show - I remember that I was taken out of my immersion quite a bit by this obvious "mistake". Ricky is a hostage who was just about to kill every single pirate we know - and nobody notices he's armed? And he's led through the enemy lines by Izzy with only a small knife to his back?

If Ricky still has his gun, that means that they took his sword but noone thought of searching him properly (and to really rub it in, Ricky is shown cleaning his gun in an earlier scene). The gun also seems very accessible later, so it probably wasn't even hidden well.

So why didn't the writers have Ricky take Izzy's (or Black Pete's) gun? I know Izzy almost never carries a gun (which is interesting in itself), but they were all in Navy uniforms anyway. Why not take the weapons too? Or have Ricky stab Izzy with a hidden knife (in a way that the other characters won't notice, like with the gunshot, presumably)?

Or was the whole thing actually deliberate? In a "it doesn't really matter if you take it at face value, but if you look closer there might be another explanation" kinda way?

(that was a really long introduction to what I'm actually here for, I'm sorry)

Who actually searched Ricky and took his sword? Was it the same person who stayed next to Ricky during the cool dressing up montage? Who led Ricky through the woods?

(Hint: it's the guy who's always in the background when these 2 are kissing)

Of course we have no proof that Izzy searched Ricky, but I think it is very probable.

Izzy had just been talking to Ricky. He'd been sitting next to Ricky when he was knocked out.

Izzy had just deeply insulted and provoked Ricky and made himself the spokesperson of piracy - "It's about letting go of ego for something larger." - "Kill me. Kill us all. Our spirit will last throughout your entire fuckin' empire." - thereby almost goading Ricky into killing him.

And then Stede presents his nebulous plan we never actually hear, and Izzy (why Izzy?) is put in the most dangerous position, right at the frontlines leading the hostage. Did he volunteer for that?

And are we really expected to believe that Izzy wouldn't double-check that Ricky was unarmed?

I really don't like where this is leading, by the way. Because the explanation that makes most sense from a Watsonian perspective is that Izzy either didn't mind or actively wanted to be killed/wounded.

The show went out of its way to portray Izzy as older, wiser and more resigned in the last 2 episodes - he looked like he'd aged 10 years in a few days, he moved around slower and seemed to be in more pain (and groaning when sitting down, etc.). Also, he seemed to have made peace with everything and everyone, and he seemed... tired.

(I know he's just been shot here, but he just looks exhausted)

I think there might be a possibility that Izzy let Ricky keep his gun because he did want to go. Stede's "It's only suicide if we die!" sounds almost to fitting in this context. Izzy might have thought that the one conversation Ed needed, the one where Izzy could set Ed free, could only happen on his deathbed (as I said elswhere, Iz and Ed are closest in life-and-death situations).

Or (and this is what I choose to believe until S3 comes around), Izzy took Ricky's pistol while he was unconcious, took the bullet out and faked his death to set Ed and himself free. He very pointedly doesn't want Ed to see his wound, after all (Ed: "It's not even that bad!"). If it's only about the deathbed absolution, and removing himself (and the spectre of Blackbeard) from the situation, Izzy doesn't actually have to die, does he?

This also fits with the song played over the end sequence, panning to Izzy's grave:

And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who that will be namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'

Yeah. A bit too conspiracy-theory-like maybe. But it was the first assumption my friend made - 5 seconds after the scene: "The gun can't have been there by accident, that's just stupid. Oh no. Did Izzy arrange that? Did he really want to die for Ed?" and I thought - you know what? That was my first thought as well. I just immediately dismissed it for being too dramatic.

So, either Izzy is the most reckless, stupid and negligent pirate ever (which he obviously isn't, quite the opposite) - or he trusted the person who (badly) searched Ricky (oooh, new conspiracy theory - it was Ed! Sorry.) - or there was something else at play.

OR

...maybe it was just lazy writing after all.

[biceratops7]

Izzy's redemption arc pisses me off the longer I think about it.

This is mean as fuck but he's a fake person with no feelings so I don't care. By the time it happened, I was lowkey taking Izzy's death as a consolation prize. MAN did his stupid friggin' arc suck so much fucking time away from things that were actually important, it makes me so mad. That screen time could've been dedicated to, hmm, I don't know... Ed actually bonding with and earning back trust of the crew in a real way, Stede and Ed having an actual adult conversation about their issues and anxieties instead of just smooching it all better, Zheng and Oluwande actually having chemistry, Lucius's trauma being actually addressed and taken seriously instead of everyone telling him to get over it, etc etc ect.

Not to mention that so many characters had to take a back seat or do backflips into wtf territory in order to make it believable. Um no, I didn't just have amnesia about the first season, these choices make no damn sense. Izzy feels like a black hole that just bent the characters around him to suit his progression, or just swallowed them whole. Ed is grappling with knowing his inner freedom and happiness comes at the direct cost of shedding the armor of Blackbeard, getting a taste of what he risks becoming truly vulnerable in his darkest moment? Nope, this is about Izzy now and how a suddenly cartoonishly violent Ed is so darn mean to him.

Stede is continuing his lessons into pirating. Oh great, more flirty bonding time for him and Ed, his lover and very capable teacher! Haha, no silly, Izzy does that now. Wee John pulls the most iconic bombshell drag look on the seven seas? Ooh this would be a perfect time to give him some much needed time to shine, and perhaps pull Frenchie in as his partner in camp crime seeing as they have a strong bond- oh wait never mind here come's Izzy. And as a bonus we get to see him insert himself into an incredibly intimate milestone of Ed and Stede's not once, but twice!

Stede is devastated and confused by Ed suddenly dumping him, so surely he should turn to... let's see, Oluwande, Lucius, or anyone who's actually been there for him in the past when everything was so new. OR we can go with the guy who tried to kill him because he made the mistake of making Ed one of those "namby pamby" gays falling in love with Ed. That's um... That's certainly also a choice...*dies*

[horsetailcurlers2]

YET ANOTHER long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching grey’s anatomy for the first time (season 14 because i’m still hanging on by a thread)

-why did megan hunt have a fresh coat of mascara and some lip gloss on when she got flown in with her gaping abdominal wound LMAO

-teddy!!!!!

-i absolutely think they should tell megan about meredith and riggs and let her make an informed decision on whether she wants meredith to be her surgeon. this is greys anatomy, of course there’s gonna be a conflict of interest. they’re making this more complicated than it needs to be.

-somebody tell me when the show stops being worth watching. so far i’m hanging on bc i’m mildly interested in how jo and alex turn out, i want teddy and amelia to interact, and i’ve warmed up to arizona since she broke up with callie. obvi i love meredith i just don’t know how much more they can do with her before i just want her to take a warm bath and retire to somewhere far far away with her children.

-did amelia relapse offscreen???? wtf is going on???

-okay she has a tumor i guess. sure, okay, whatever. !!!!

-she put a gun in her !!!!!!!!! for a man???

-i don’t love the way they’ve introduced the new intern class. they set it up as if we already know them, whereas i feel like with every other class of interns we’ve gotten eased into it a bit more before we’re just tossed into this unfamiliar dynamic

-okay but wait i do like that in this ep w the roller coaster (and the people who are supposed to be baby cristina, george and izzie) they referenced the old intro. i think the writers knew they needed a little nostalgia to hook people back in at this point. jury is still out whether or not it’s working on me.

-maybe i’m stupid but why in the fuck would they have so many important things dependent on one networked computer system. why on earth would cardiac monitors be hackable?????

-idk about maggie/jackson…. seems too incest adjacent

-the casual gaslighting and manipulation with paul stadler is so well written

-“jackson avery, you are such a disappointment, i thought you were woke!!!”

-genuine question: do they just not do chemistry reads on this show when they cast romantic interests???

-*choked up*”right before she died, she told me i should be more slutty. and i just wish i could call her and tell her how slutty i’m being” i really do love maggie

-maybe i missed it but why does carina have an italian accent but andrew doesn’t?

-i like the development of jo and meredith’s relationship

-i think meredith and this firefighter woman should kiss on the mouth

-i like april better now that she’s kind of a mess

-OOH wait does helm have a little crush on meredith bc i’m kind of obsessed with that

-if there’s one thing greys usually kills it with its casting younger versions of characters for flashbacks

-i miss joe the bartender :(

-oh my god he gives them fake cancer so he can charge them for fake chemo?????? what the fuck

-too much of an emphasis on these lesbian cookies…. suspicious

-okay yeah that makes sense. i love this

-nurse olivia!!

-olivia of course has a right to still be upset but it’s a little weird to assume alex didn’t change at all in the past ten years. not to mention it’s weird to act morally superior about it now when she cheated on george with alex

-“if you wanna rebuild you have to tear it down first” bingo

-did i miss amelia getting her own place or is she taking this girl to meredith’s house??

-okay i guess she’s just moved in with owen again. i need to pay better attention lol but so much keeps happening and it’s a lot of mush to sift through

-“meredith grey is straight” “ever hear her talk about cristina yang?” LMAO

-PREGNANT?

[starofhisheart]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR OFMD S2 EP6-7 under the cut

Ok, that was A LOT. I have so many feelings but no coherence so i'm gonna do this bullet point form but def not in order, just in order of me remembering wtf happened lol

-IZZY AND WEE JOHN IN DRAG!!!!! Wee John looked STUNNING with that Divine-esque appearance and Izzy had that transmasc drag king kind of thing going on (iykyk) that made me love him even more

-Izzy singing LA VI EN ROSE took me tf out!!! i'm glad he got to finish it after the *ahem* distractions bc Con's voice is so beautiful I could listen to it forever. We better get it in the album!!! Also someone posted the lyrics translated and i cannot get over the lyrics:

"It's him for me,/And me for him, for life/He told me, he swore to me, for life"

-But not only was he singing the second half had fucking gentlebeard doing the dirty in the next room asdfghjkl which.....was hot, ngl. The passion was electrifying. I'm sorta glad we didnt rlly see it with everything that happened after bc it all kinda left a bad taste in my mouth.

Also Stede Bonnet canonically gets turned on by violence confirmed

Or trauma. Whatever.

-What else happened in ep 6 cause all i can think of is drag and singing and sex-

-oh yeah there was that shortlived sexually-charged torturer who i distinctly recall him being in another scene in the promo so unless that got the cut perhaps he's not dead...?

-Lupete missing all the action cause they were doing the nasty all night lmao so real

-Jim best wingman (gender neutral)

-Stede...Stedey boy, can I call u that? Now i'm gonna say this nicely, but WHAT THE FUCK DUDE? Stede in his white guy w undue confidence era fr. Zheng Yi Sao was so right for what she did truly

-But in all seriousness i feel like this whole thing in ep 7 was such a parallel to s1 but also a very necessary bit of conflict in their journey together that was bound to happen. THey want different things and neither is wrong or right for that. Stede did react poorly tho but like he just had sex w the love of his life, his first man, and Ed the very next day is like "aight i'm out". I'd be pissed too. After killing someone which we know is a big trigger for him historically.

But Ed also had a valid reaction. He's wanted to retire for a while and stede knows this but it hasn't seemed to have sunk in quite yet. He fears that Stede only sees Blackbeard and...its fair of him to have that impression tbh. These are two messy, traumatized dudes who have never had a real relationship and there's gonna be bumps. I hope we get s3 so we can better explore that like Djenks wants.

-Ok back to the fun stuff:

-Izzy barging in on GB and the docking joke. love his cringefail ass.

-IZZY IS HAPPY FOR ED EVEN IF ITS NOT WITH HIM

#growth

-the edizzy apology which was so typical of them. i expected it but bc i'd been building it up in my head all week w twitter pals it felt a bit anticlimactic but thats not the shows fault. it was very much in character and if they're satisfied so am i. i always have fic for more

-stizzy commiserating over losing ed pls thats all i've ever wanted!!!!!

izzy: "when i told him i loved him he-"

stede, like he's heard this story before: "shot u yes"

and the look they gave each other after!!!!! stizzy nation how we feelin?!

-izzy being like "stede no" when he was on his macho bullshit w zheng yi sao (also motivated by trauma bc he just lost ed, he cant lose MORE family!!!). i just like how protective iz seems of stede now.

-izzy''s "you're good for him" CRYING THROWING UP ETCETERA

-ed catching 1 fish and deciding thats his life now. adhd realness fr

-the swede whew is it hot in here or is that just jackie's effect on her husbands?

-jackie and ed actin like old friends. swede highkey shading ed adfghjkl

-anyway im sure there's more but i need to rewatch. there r things i wont go into bc its possible spoilers for the finale (tho its mostly just speculation some is based on bts not everyone may have seen). i am looking forward to and terrified for the show to end next week thats all i'll say

[epersonae]

I know a little bit already, but I always love hearing about origin stories.

✍️ "when did you get started writing?"

📜"how did you get started on your WIPs?"

so for that first one, I feel like I once wrote a really good long answer to this, but alas searching tumblr. the short version is that I started writing at some point as a little kid, like 9 or 10 years old, probably inspired by Little Women and/or Anne of Green Gables. I wrote fiction and poetry through my teens and twenties, and then had a long doldrum during which I wrote very little. but I didn't start writing fic until I was in my 40s. I got into The Adventure Zone in 2016, got into fandom stuff via Reddit of all places, detoured into Tumblr and started reading fic, and then when the Stolen Century reveal happened my brain basically exploded.

the at this point purely theoretical Izzy POV s2 fic was inspired by being in incredible pain while waiting for surgery on my broken leg, and the weird mental experience of it. the hungry for love sequel is simply my need to continue to be in Stede Bonnet's head; the original came from my absolute certainty about the weird knowing-not-knowing mental space of s1, and in particular the end of 1x5. (I could not meta and thus I had to fic) there is an innkeeper's era fic that comes from my immense desire to let Stede talk about wtf happened with Chauncey. oh, I almost forgot - there's still one chapter left of the carlitaverse missing scenes, and that fic started with literally that, pieces that I had to write in order to understand what the hell was happening "on screen." (altho this remaining chapter is pure self-indulgent bullshit) and I have one more WIP which is also in that setting inspired by an ask I got last fall.

[behind the scenes writing ask game]

[zozo-333]

I just have a very random idea about an alien au. Basically there's a spaceship with 22 kid shapeshift aliens and one guardian alien(Chris) crash landed on earth, the guardian have been captured and all the kids have to adapt into human disguise (about 4 years old since they don't know anything about this place so they need time to learn) and mind control the 'family members' so the local won't notice them

And after Chris escape the prison(I was thinking about Area 51 cause why not), he have no idea how to find the kids so he decided to use the media. All the alien kids reunion on the show after twelve years apart and just like "Let's have fun" and create a bunch of chaos

Meanwhile Chef and the interns just confused about how did those kids not die and completely fine about Chris's action (The alien are stronger than regular humans, but Chris doesn't know that so he just kept doing things that make people think he's insane)

There's some random stuff I came up with

(Season 3 Jamaica episode)

Alejandro: HOW ARE YOU ALIVE???

Owen: Uh, very good luck?

Chef: YOU TWO GOT CRUSH BY THE JET!

Izzy: Anything can be happen as long as the possibility is not zero, anyway here's the formula for infinite time travel

(Cody got maul by a bear and almost drown)

Medical team in Playa: Poor boy, that's gonna take a long time to recover…

(Cody being completely fine after a week)

Medical team: WTF

(After season 3 Area 51 episode)

Courtney: So what's the real reason you sent us in?

Chris: I promise a friend I will get them out, and it seems like a time for me to fullfil the promise

Cody: Is your friend the one with clone ability?

Chris: Did you find them?

Cody: Yes, and Sierra kill them

Chris: Shit——

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

celebrate getting out of tumblr jail by liveblogging hiadt chapter 2 like god intended

“Same here. I’m out too,” Alec chimed in, taking another bite of his apple.

“Not allowed.”

Alec raised his head to find Magnus at the door.

im not aware alec's state of existence is your property pre pre divorce magnus

“And what if you wake up to your wife already married to someone else because you were gone for too long?” Aline inquired.

the fact i have this exact cursed thought alec wake up to magnus marrying etta- *SLAM WALL*

“Actually, he doesn’t,” Magnus interrupted.

as alec lawyer you're violating labor law mr bane

“Big time. Like fucking the prince of — “ Before Izzy could finish the sentence, Alec put a hand on her mouth and pinched her hair, making her yelp in response.

alec just looking to get a bag named after him cut him some slack

“Pffft. I don’t get jealous,” Magnus rolled his eyes but his finger dug deep on Alec’s hips.

now its violation of private property mr bane gimme the money already

I don't know. You look like the sun,” Magnus breathed. “It’s quite possibly the hardest thing not to kiss you when you look like that.”

it called the alexander effect, immediately cure depression i would know I study psychology

The Lightwood-Herondale-Fairchild-Bane-Lewis-Penhallow-Blackthorn circles runs deep across the Edom Hospitals. Even the ones who aren’t blood related, are interlinked through other bonds.

that just the tsc effect

There were bouquets and bouquets of flowers around the room and he groaned dramatically, even though all he wanted to do was giggle and jump at the sight.

better be tulips, magnolia and blue peony among them (idk how the poeny is blue magnus is rich make it happen!)

Alec smirked at him. “I don’t think he’s anywhere nearby. He’s too busy flirting with his employees these days.”

“You should report him to HR.”

“I should.”

buy your poor staff some coffee or high quality bubble milk tea before you force them to witness this toomfoolery

“What?” Dr. Adrian scoffs, “Haven’t you heard? Eat the rich.”

middle school coded

What did Magnus see in him?

yk sometimes u the talent is just unfortunately attached to a dickisiness

i cant even swoon over bamf alec im in distress right now this so much angast wtf

He’d put the decision of his life in Alec’s hands.

something about knife something about scarred hands from holding a different type of knife something something about marriage is giving the other your last defense

we are not talking about the last scene with this speed u gonna make me unmad hiadt magnus and I already conduct a list of nickname and cleverly movie reference tailored to the situation for roasting him you cant do this to me

two chapters and you’re already unmad at HIADT Magnus??? i thought you were stronger than this Anh. I am disappointed ksjssksksksj but I get it—pre accident hiadt magnus is the biggest simp and it’s quite hard not to love him.

Edom staff gets paid to witness the tomfoolery and not for their service as doctors. It is what it is.

and apologies but they weren’t expensive flowers. It was asters, dahlias and lavender. Magnus Bane needs to step it up jajksskk.

Hiadt Magnus’s thoughts while in coma

[zumpietoo]

Racist Has a Breakdown...

Okay, yes, lets!

Disclaimer: at least you admit it, but you don’t really, because you still continue to endlessly push your fully disproven, failed narrative and are, nonetheless, endlessly pompous and pretentious about everythingggg.....Also, this is you having a fullbore nervous breakdown...

Okay, so let’s see how far off you are:

-Plaiderdale is paid for by Netflix. Additionally, it still has merchandising, created an albeit brief, significant brand identity for the show....

-They were a show that went seven seasons (and even then are getting a full or almost full final season), which is a success by ANY metric. There is NO SYNDICATION....cuz A) again, Netflix and B) Syndication is becoming a thing of the past.....it cracks me up that you fail to grasp how different TeeVee is now....if it even IS TeeVee as we know it anymoar....

The contracts were all ending (actually another reason it was likely cancelled), plus now you’re effectively saying it it IS profitable?

Dude, go look at what the “CW” is becoming, hmmm? Everything’s being cancelled some of the new shows that performed well aren’t gonna be renewed, either....god, your willfull ignorance and stupidity is appalling.

PLUS.......WTF does this have to do with Jabi kissing in the promo? And your consequent butthurt over that?

-Errmmm.....nope, that’s again, you grasping at straws....and, actually, yes, they HAVE reflected the show. Do they troll sometimes? Sure, but, fact is, yes, there WILL be a Jabi TLK kiss happening, with both of them looking at each other adoringly....

WTF is her obsession with the photo shoot? NO show does a “photo shoot” for its final season.....plus how exactly is THAT gonna boost ratings, again?

Actually, they do and it’s really simple to have a low level staffer pick out 3 clips, based on the imagery/recognition they’re seeking, you fucking dumbass.

PLUS this was the Spring NETWORK promo, so yeah, they’d be clear on what they want, etc.....and what happened to the NETWORK clamping down HARDDDD cuz they want ratings (when it doesn’t matter anymoar)?

Also, even if this were true, that would be like an ad agency failing to understand the product they’re pitching to a client....and they’d need to do so and the client would need to approve it. I love how she thinks some boiler room full of monkees just throws up the first 3 images for each show and the CW, who will be airing it, just let it rip....

Wait, I thought she said “everybody haaatttessss Jabi”???? How could they thusly pique anybody’s interest? Similarly, how does Douchie gremlining on a bike/Pussy driving out of Pop’s parking lot (slowly and responsibly) get the world hot and bothered?

Ever think it’s moar of setting the mood, with Jabi, interestingly, framed as THE couple????

Yes, it does look “dreamlike” and is entirely possible.....THAT would go to MY theory, noooo?? Oh orrr it’s 50s Jug dreeming of Tabi and pining for her...hmmmm...again, all not good for Jizzy....

Erinn has, but yeah, keep on with that stupid....

Oh good lord, “manipulation” from somebody desperately seeking to gaslight others....

Ummm.....again, please tell me what’s been in the promos that hasn’t come to pass?

Also, now she’s Bagelswannering....I remember how they ALL insisted a clip of CS inserted with all canon couples (that, admittedly, wasn’t entirely romantic at the time, but the heavy foreshadowing of where that slooooowwwwwww burrrnnn would be heading) for a V-Day promo to the song Timeless, had them all scoffing endlessly about how stupid we were....

Annnddddd.....we all know, etc....

Oh yes, she sure proved her endless, pointless desperate restating of her disproven manipulations with the Seth gif, huh???

Duuuuddee....you are unquestionably in for “JT part two”. And endgame!!!

1. When it will be even shittier for you?

2. I sent you a trolling anon. You did not answer. Mah heart is broken. And you are a liar.

Well, at least her ridiculous lies talked down Izzy.....meanwhile, “declare victory”????

A) Duuuddeee.....it’s a fucking TeeVee show

B) But what would I do if I didn’t have your batshit whining?

C) Nope

Umm....y’all insisted the Jizzy kiss was you guys winning, and clung to it endlessly, despite Cole interviewing, “nope” for the rest of the season, dude....

Plus, the VD kiss? Trolling the BAV triangle to come....

But funny how you’re using instances of you not getting your way to “prove” your point, huh?

Once again, doesn’t change Jabi presented as this TL couple......if anything, again, then you’re saying you’re fine with Jizzy where Jug’s memory wiped/it’s an AU and neither really loves the other? How awesome for you. I thought, again, that doesn’t count?

Oh yeah, Snorty.....Jug then explained he was simply a fucking mess and not yet ready, made a pass at her five seconds later, admitted he had deep feelings after all five seconds after that ANNNDDD.....once he’d cleaned up, promptly informed her she was his, it wasn’t open for debate, made sweet love and they’ve been together and in love ever since......

Yeah, that sure turned out horribly for us Jabi shippers, huh???

Oh and how did Tabs cucking Jug with the ASL teacher work for you??? Oh, right, fanfic, cuz you’re a fucking idiot...

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

Ok but you're like singlehandedly fueling my obsession with the feral cat man. Your work is so amazing i love it!! 💜💜💜💜

A reader/Izzy story where the reader continues to be nice in the face of Izzy's anger, for like a really long time, but finally snaps at him, and it's like ruthless. Where the reader is like one of those quiet angry types, but will chill you to your soul with a few words. And Izzy is just like "😳😳🥵😍" immediately, and is also like "wtf was that??" And can't stop thinking about it. And he keeps trying to rile the reader into that anger again, but the reader is still meeting his meanness with a smile, and Izzy finally is like "oh my God would you just hurt me already??" And then immediately goes like shy bc that was supposed to be an inside thought. But then the reader is like "why didn't you just ask, love" (and then smut happens if you are comfortable with that) with a fluffy ending. (Gn!reader please)

You're amazing!!!

💜💜💜💜💜

Will all of my Izzy Hands smut involve teaching Izzy the meaning of consent and bodily autonomy? Yeah, probably.

All You Had to do was Ask (NSFW):

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When Izzy first assessed Bonnet's ragtag crew, he had thought you would be easy to walk over. No matter what he spouted at you or made Ivan or Fang bug you about, you never fought back. You never argued the matter, always took his chastising with unfaltering politeness, normally even with a smile.

Sure, that was what he wanted in a member of his crew. Somebody who kept quiet and followed orders. However, Izzy soon realised that you weren't easy to walk over.

You were taunting in your own way, the way you would smile at him instead of cowering or snapping back became a taunt of it's own. You almost watched him like a child throwing a tantrum, smiling and nodding, giving a half-sincere 'yes sir' before getting back to work.

Your ever present smile was particularly bothering Izzy today. As he often did with the crew, he was berating you. Had picked on the smallest flaw in your chore and focused in on it. As always, you watched him, nodding slightly and smiling at him, occasionally raising a quizzical eyebrow.

Anyone who witnessed his tirade seemed to ignore it, not seeming to worry about you should the worst happen. Maybe that should have been his first sign that there was something bubbling under your surface.

He had been spouting so much bullshit, and he knew it was just to get under your skin, that he wasn't even sure what it was that he said that prompted your sudden change in demeanour.

One minute you're smiling and nodding along, the next Izzy is silenced by the familiar feel of a blade at his throat.

He blinked. Once. Twice. Before putting the pieces together. You were the one holding the knife to his neck, of course, a fire in your eyes that he hadn't thought you were capable of. Fury, if he didn't know better.

"Watch your fucking tongue, Hands," you snarled, teeth bared. "If you plan on having a long tenure here, you better start playing nice," the threat in your words was more than clear. You would slit his throat. Izzy swallowed the lump in his throat, Adams apple bobbing against the blade.

He hated to admit it but Izzy was staring at you in a stunned silence, his lips parted as he continued to do nothing but stare. Trying to figure out what the fuck he did, what the fuck switched, and where the fuck it had come from. The look in your eyes was downright scary. Izzy had seen that look in people's eyes before, hell he had seen it in Blackbeard's on more than one occasion. A look that told you that the bearer could do something absolutely ruthless, that you truly better watch your step. Or your tongue, in this case, he supposed.

"My jobs always get done, with or without your pestering. You can leave now, Mister Hands," and just like that, the blade was away from his throat. Still in your hand, ready to lash back out should you need too.

Izzy wanted to snap and snarl and growl, but he was unable to find a response, or the ability to talk at all. Instead, he shot you a deadly glare before sulking off.

He stormed across the deck and down to his cabin, hoping that nobody, especially you, had noticed the prominent bulge forming in his pants.

Despite himself, Izzy couldn't stop thinking about you for days. That burning look in your eyes, the way he was certain you would slit his throat if he had dared to run his mouth again.

After a few days of driving himself insane, Izzy decided that he had to see that anger again, had to pry it out of you, had to experience it again. He couldn't go another night in his cabin, with you pathetically on his mind.

And so, Izzy made it his mission to rile you up. The problem was that he just couldn't get that reaction again. No matter what he spouted or cursed, not matter how much he pushed you, you only ever met him with a smile. The same reaction every goddamn time.

It was almost as if you knew what he wanted and were purposely denying him. If that were the case, you were truly cruel.

He was enduring that now. You weren't taking the bait.

While he snarled and shouted, you just lent back against the ship's railing with your arms folded over your chest and a smile on your face.

When there was a lull in his chastising, you threw your unknowing punch. "Can I get back to work now?" you cocked an eyebrow at him, almost condescending but that wasn't what made him snap, your fucking patience did.

"For fucks sake why won't you fucking hit me? At least fucking scold me like you did before," Izzy's eyes widened right after yours did.

He said that out loud, didn't he? Holy shit, he said that out loud. He wasn't meant to actually say that.

You stared at him, watching as he went silent and turned red, looking mortified. Slowly, your surprised expression morphed into a smirk.

"Oh love, why didn't you just ask?" it definitely wasn't the threatening tone you had used the other day but it wasn't the kind one you used more regularly. It was low, almost pitying, but with just an edge of your usual kindness.

"Fuck off." It came out weak, breathed out more than anything.

"Well, I didn't mean right here on the deck. Not a huge fan of an audience. Y'know, unless you're really into that," you mused, clearly enjoying yourself. He huffed again, but his feet remained glued to the deck. "Your stubbornness isn't helping you, Izzy, but fine...hypothetically, would I be able to find you in your cabin after supper?" you asked in a tone that demanded an answer.

"...yeah," Izzy nodded weakly.

"Great," you smiled brightly at him, no hint to your previous conversation in your expression. Like you had just got done giving him a rundown of your completed chores. "Bye, Iz." You didn't move.

Oh, you were dismissing him.

Clearing his throat, Izzy turned on his heel and left. Definitely not left hard in his pants once again.

Izzy was antsy for the rest of the day.

You, on the other hand, continued the rest of your day with a skip in your step. Some of the other crew members had questioned your suddenly good mood but you had brushed them off the best you could, not giving anything away.

You had supper with the crew like you always did, joining in on the conversations, but practically bouncing in your seat from excitement and suspense. You knew there was a change that Izzy would change his mind, tell you to fuck off and really mean it, but you were feeling optimistic.

After supper, once the rest of the crew was preoccupied and wouldn't notice your absence, you headed down to Izzy's cabin. You were still polite enough to knock and wait for him to answer.

The door swung open, revealing Izzy. You couldn't figure out his expression. His face could certainly be expressive but right now, as he stared at you, everything you could make out was just contradictive.

"You wanna let me in or do this out in the hall?" you cocked an eyebrow at him, smirking when he dipped his head and stepped to the side to let you in.

You entered the cabin as if you owned it, letting him close the door behind you. Normally, you would show much more respect to another person's space but you had a feeling Izzy wasn't into that.

"What the fuck do you want?" Izzy questioned and it almost made you laugh. He had to be kidding.

"We're still doing this? You're going to pretend that you didn't practically invite me here just to smack you about a bit?" you scoffed. You enjoyed preamble, the witty foreplay, but you weren't going to play into his game.

"Fuck you," he seethed.

"In time," you hummed promisingly. "I get it...you need me to earn it, right? You don't want to just be smacked around, you need to be put in your place" you concluded after looking him up at down.

He was standing with his chin held high, his back straight, and shoulders squared. Defensive.

"I'm not a dog."

"Not a well trained one anyway," you sighed disapprovingly. "Don't worry. I think you just need the right handler. Isn't that right, love?"

"Don't fucking call me shit like that," Izzy turned his nose up at the pet name. You honestly weren't sure whether he meant it or he was just poking at you.

With a deceivingly, and Izzy knew it was deceiving, soft smile, you walked up to stand right in front of him. Your fingertips danced around his neck, over the tattoo of a swallow and round to the back of his neck. Suddenly, you were gripping the hair on the back of his head and tugging harshly.

Izzy gasped in surprise at the delicious sting as his head lurched backwards.

"We'll have to work on your attitude," you warned lowly, threateningly. It sent a shiver through him, reminding him of that first time you snapped at him. "How about this, you behave and then we can figure out what the hell I'm doing here. Yeah?"

He nodded, causing his hair to pull against his scalp again. "Words, love" you hummed.

He snarled a little but another tug on his hair shut him up. "Yeah."

You gave him the sweetest smile he had ever seen before hooking your ankle behind his, catching him off guard and pulling his foot out from under him. Izzy fell down onto one knee with a grunt.

"Stay," you ordered, semi-playfully.

Izzy glared up at you as he shifted so that he was kneeling on both knees. Despite the glare, you combed your fingers through his hair tenderly, knowing this wasn't what he wanted.

"Get fucking on with it already," Izzy demanded, only for you to make him gasp by roughly pulling on his hair again.

"Who's in charge here?" you questioned, forcing his head back so that he could look away as you leaned down.

"You." You were a little impressed that he didn't spit in your face.

"Good boy," you praised, loosening your grip on his hair. "Lets get some things out of the way. Before, you asked why I hadn't hit you. Do you want me to hit you?"

"Yes," he answered through gritted this teeth. Embarrassed, perhaps.

"So hitting is good. Clearly, you like having your hair pulled. Scratching, biting, choking, that all good?" you just wanted to hear him admit it.

"Yeah."

"Can I leave marks behind?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. You're going really good," you complimented, noting how he seemed to respond to him. "Remember, if you don't like something, anything, even if you don't like it just a little bit, you tell me and I'll stop," you had meant it, of course, but you hadn't thought much about it. Just a quick reminder in case he reacts badly to anything, a reassurance.

So, when he squinted at you like he was confused, it made you pause for a moment.

"Oh, sweet Izzy..." you cooed sadly, petting his hair.

"I'm not fucking sweet." Nobody would describe him as 'sweet', Izzy knew that, and he didn't need your fucking pity either.

"You will be," you promised him. But you weren't dropping the matter at hand. "Tell me you understand that you can ask to stop anything at anytime, that you can tell me if you don't like something."

"I understand," he huffed.

"And if you want something, you can ask for it. Like I said, all you had to do was ask and I could have been in here days ago," you reminded him. "If you ask prettily enough, maybe I'll give you what you want. Yeah?"

"Yeah" he let out a sigh as you pet his hair, your lack of hold on his hair letting him hang his head.

You were getting somewhere with him, felt like you were making some sort of progress, but now he wasn't looking at you.

"Look at me, Izzy" you ordered, speaking firmer than you had been.

Obeying the order instantly, Izzy lifted his head and met your gaze. You gave his cheek a rough pat, not quite a slap but more than enough for him to still feel it when you took your hand away.

"Keep looking at me, okay?" He nodded, holding your gaze.

"So, let's give it a try, yeah?" you hummed. "Do you really not like it when I call you sweet names like 'love'?" you asked. While you enjoyed the little pet names, if he truly didn't, you would stop immediately.

"...I like it," Izzy confessed, pink tinting his cheeks and ears. You knew that if it weren't for your command, he would have looked away from you by now.

"Good job, sweetheart" you rewarded him with a tender caress to where you had patted him on the cheek. "Now, tell me, why me?" that was the question you really wanted an answer to before really starting anything.

Though, Izzy looked a little confused by the question.

"There are bigger, stronger, scarier pirates on this ship," you pointed out but he only rolled his eyes. You knew what he wanted to say, and you could help a small laugh. "Alright, maybe none of us are all that scary. But Wee John and Black Pete could manhandle you pretty well, and Roach has a particular love for his knives which I'm sure you would appreciate. So, why me?" you clarified your question.

"...when you threatened me..."

You had heard his hushed confession but you wanted to hear him say it with his chest.

"What was that, love?" you teased, tilting your head at him.

"When you threatened me...fuck, you were always so...kind, could never get a rise outta you. Thought you would be some doormat at first but you just kept smiling, like nothing was bothering you. Then, then you threaten me out of fucking nowhere. Where the fuck did that come from?" admittedly, you had expected a shorter answer, hadn't expected him to should so rattled by it. But you listened intently.

"Not all of us have to shout and scream to get things done. Normally, I'm not a very confrontational person. Most things I just let slide because it's unimportant, not worth the bother, but I am perfectly capable of standing up for myself and the people I care about. I am still a pirate after all," you explained with a small shrug.

"You're were fucking terrifying," Izzy breathed out, looking up at you reverently.

"See, you are sweet," you caressed his cheek again, chuckling when he snaps his teeth at you. Apparently that was too much sweetness for him.

But then, in an instantly, your smile fell. Looking down at him with utter disappointment. Tutting at him, you shook your head.

It was what you did next that sent him reeling. Your backhand to his cheek was strong enough to knock him to the side, his hands quickly bracing against the floor to prevent him from hitting his head on the hard surface.

"Back on your knees, Hands," you ordered coolly. Izzy did as you said, lifting himself back up onto his knees. "And you can do as you're told," you smiled, giving him a taste of approval.

This time when he looked up at you, his eyes had turned a little glassy. Oh, this was precisely what he wanted.

"Think you can work on those manners of yours?" you asked.

"Yes," he responded, eyes a little wider than before.

"Then tell me what you want, nicely," your order sounded more like a request. He still knew better than to question it.

"Just...anything...please," his gaze flittered around your face. You took mercy. He wasn't trying to be difficult, he really did just want whatever you were willing to offer him.

"Bet you sound wonderful when you really beg. I'm really lucky," you were petting him again, and this time he lent into your touch.

That's when you were certain, you had him where you wanted him. Pliant and soft under your touch.

You took the moment of compliancy to look him over. He was kneeling and sitting back on his haunches, his hands placed flat on his thighs and his chin tilted up to look at you, tilted slightly to lean into your touch.

The scary, infamous first mate of Blackbeard, the perfect picture of submission. And all for you.

Gaze exploring further, you noticed the bulge in his pants and smirked to yourself. "Spread your legs a little for me?" you asked sweetly, knowing when to be firm and when to be gentle.

You had a feeling that the softer touches and words were confusing Izzy slightly, leaving him more at a loss for what to do than usual.

Izzy gave you a quizzical look but did as you said anyway, letting his knees slide apart the perfect amount. Without a word, you slid a foot between his legs, running the toe of your boot up the inside of his thigh before settling the ball of your foot over his crotch.

Izzy swallowed in anticipation as you continued to tenderly run your fingers through his hair. Christ, you were smiling down at him as you pressed your foot down.

He let out a noise, somewhere between a moan and a whine. Such a pretty noise. Such a shame he dropped his head at the same time.

"What did I say about looking at me?" you tutted and his head instantly snapped back up to look at you.

You had to bite back a smile at his quick reaction.

"Good," you approved, applying more pressure with your foot until his brow was furrowing and his eyes were screwing shut. A mix of pleasure and pain etched on his face.

Then you removed your foot completely, letting him breath. His eyes blinked open, peering up at you, only for his whole face to fall when you stepped away from him. He almost looked betrayed by the distance you put between the two of you.

"Hush now, love, don't you worry. I'm not going anywhere," you gently assured him as you sat on the edge of his cot, proving that you weren't going anywhere. "Stand and undress for me," you ordered.

And, god bless him, he did.

Izzy stood, not particularly gracefully but it didn't bother you in the slightest. The first thing he removed was his glove, placing it down on the desk in his room. The next item to go was his necktie, fingers working clumsily despite how often he had tied and untied the article. He placed the tie and the ring that hung from it down on his desk.

Then he knelt down and removed his boots, pushing them to the side before standing again.

He didn't take as much care with the rest of his clothing. He had enough awareness of what you might want and was facing you as he unbuttoned his waistcoat. Once it was off, he threw it over the back of the chair in front of the desk.

He worked slower on his shirt, starting at the top and unbuttoning them. You didn't rush him. It didn't seem like he was purposely teasing you, perhaps he was a little nervous to strip down in front of somebody, to be that vulnerable before someone. Especially since you were still fully dressed.

Izzy shrugged off the shirt, draping it over the back of the chair, revealing his bare torso to you. You couldn't help but let your gaze linger, taking in all the little details and blemishes.

Izzy didn't look at you as he unlaced his pants, tugging down the leathers. They weren't the most graceful thing to strip out of, but you had to admit that he looked damn good in them.

Once the trousers were tossed over the back of the chair with the rest of his clothes, he paused, looking at you.

"All of it, love," you encouraged.

You decided not to even pretend you weren't watching as Izzy removed his smalls, kicking the material to the side. Finally standing bare in front of you.

Izzy shifted under your stare, the silence killing him. Waiting on your next order, your next comment, your next move. You knew he was growing antsy but you couldn't help it, just taking in his body. All the scars, and there were many. Littering his entire body, his chest and abdomen, his arms and legs, you were sure his back sported its fair share as well. All of his tattoos. He didn't have many but you admired each of them.

"You're gorgeous, Iz," you finally spoke, voice dripping with sincerity. Izzy couldn't stop the way his face heated up, causing him to look away. He couldn't hold your gaze when you were looking at him like that. This time, you decided to excuse him for not looking at you.

"Nobody ever told you that before? That's a damn shame because you truly are," just from his reaction to your praise, you figured he wasn't so used to kind words. He didn't respond but that by itself was answer enough.

"Come kneel again, love," you patted your knee, giving him further direction.

Izzy moved closer to you before dropping back to his knees in front of you. He was looking up at you again now.

"Help me with my boots," you nodded to him.

Following your gentle command, Izzy lifted your foot and rested it against his knee before undoing your boot. Once the shoe was loosened, he took hold of your calf and slid it off of your foot, placing it to the side. He then repeated the same procedure with the other boot.

"Trousers next." He nodded, hands going straight to unlace your trousers.

Once the laces were undone, you stood up, Izzy shuffling back slightly to give you the space. You gripped his shoulder, pressing your thumb into the tense muscle and rubbing in small circles as he helped you out of your pants.

You removed your shirt yourself, tossing it to the side with your trousers. Izzy sat back on his heels, gazing up at you, taking in your figure, much like you had down with him.

Sitting back down on the cot, you enticed the man forward. "Come closer, Izzy" you parted your legs, giving him enough room to settle between them.

Of course, he did. Quickly shifting closer until he was kneeling between your thighs.

"Do you need orders for everything, Israel?" you asked, tone taking an edge of disappointment again.

And he fucking whined.

Whether it was at the use of his full name or at your disappointment, you weren't sure.

Izzy pressed his his face against your knee, hands still folded in his lap. You couldn't help but smile sweetly when he pressed a wet kiss to your skin. His kisses continued a trail up the inside of your thigh. Perhaps Izzy could be quite the romantic.

When he reached the plushest part of your thigh, he looked up at you through his lashes. There was no mistaking it, the look in his eyes was downright mischievous.

You knew he was up to something but before you could do anything, he bit down on the softness of your thigh. It hadn't been hard enough to draw blood but you would definitely be left with indentations for a little while, and likely a bruise. Should have known he was a biter.

You yelped slightly as you pushed him away with a firm glare. He was just smirking up at you. Taunting you.

"Brat" you seethed, suddenly lunging toward and wrapping a hand around his throat.

He sighs at the contact, moans when you tighten your grip.

"And to think I was going to be nice," you sighed, tightening your grip further.

Izzy's eyes went glassy again, like he was both somewhere far away and yet couldn't be any more present. Normally you wouldn't push your grip any further, but this time you did. A moan got caught in his throat.

"Just a glutton for punishment, aren't you? Have to piss off even the people who show you kindness to get what you want. Don't you?" you released his throat so he could answer you, letting him suck in a ragged breath before speaking.

"Yes," he gasped out, still sucking air into his lungs. "Fuck, yes, please." As he seemed to be getting his breath back a little, you gripped the back of his hair again, since he seemed to like that a lot, so that he couldn't look away from you.

"Oh, my darling Izzy, you poor thing," you cooed, making him shiver. "I'll give you what you want if you promise to let me show you kindness, is that a fair deal?" you asked.

Izzy nodded but you raised an eyebrow at him. Your silent demand was clear. Use his words. "Yes. Yes, that's, that's fair," he agreed breathlessly.

"Good boy," you leant down and kissed him for the first time.

He melted right into it, whining and mewling into your mouth, letting you take full control of the kiss. Once you felt him go slack beneath you, you bit down on his lower lip. Hard enough that you tasted copper.

Izzy groaned loudly, though it was muffled by your own mouth, as his back arched slightly.

"Now, back to work. You'll have to earn your reward now, for being such a brat," you tutted at him as you lent back on the cot, palms against the thin mattress.

Izzy scrambled over closer, shamelessly burying his face in the crook of your thigh, mouthing at it. Perhaps some form of apology. Proof that he can be good.

"Such a sweet thing," you hummed, dragging your nails over his scalp.

Another tug on his hair told him to get to work. His mouth was on you in an instant, like a starved man. There was no build up with Izzy, no hesitance in his actions, it was like he just wanted to consume you.

And Holy shit, he was good at that. Better than you thought he would be.

"Fuck, Iz," you gasped. "You've been holding out, should have done this ages ago," you chuckled breathlessly to yourself.

Your breath hitched at the feeling of teeth grazing your most sensitive area.

"Watch the teeth, dammit" you snarled, wrenching his head away from you, knowing it pulled harshly on his scalp. "I don't take kindly to threats. Watch your step or I'll leave you here...leaking on your wooden floor," you warned.

Izzy flushed in embarrassment of the effect you had on him, but nodded frantically. Giving you the most pleading look he could muster, even if he wasn't aware of it.

Mercifully, you released his hair and let him get back to work. You let him work at his own pace for a while, choosing to just enjoy the feeling of his wonderful mouth.

But when you started to feel that familiar peak approaching, you finally grabbed hold of his hair again. Moving both his head and your hips as you saw fit, effectively using him.

You felt no need to supress your moans, to act like he was up to standard for you. You wanted your sweet little first mate to know how good he was making you feel.

"Got a perfect mouth, Iz," you praised look down at him, he was already looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Fuck, you really enjoy this, don't you? Answer me."

Izzy nodded, unabashed, any verbal response he made being muffled. You couldn't help but groan at that.

You took in the sight of him, noticing with a smirk that he hadn't tried to touch himself yet despite being so hard that it must hurt. It was only understandable, you hadn't given him the order too yet.

"Izzy, love, you can touch yourself but you don't come before me, yeah?"

He nodded again, not letting up for a moment. He actually seemed to be doubling his efforts as he finally wrapped a hand around himself, touching himself to the same rhythm he was pleasing you.

The little sounds he made sent vibrations through your body, sending you over that ever approaching edge. You rewarded him with a moan of his name.

You shamelessly rode his face through your high before slowly collecting yourself. Yeah, he was really good at that. Looking down at him again, you saw him burying his face into your thigh. He was right there on the edge. You had other plans.

You wrenched his head back again so that his hazy lidded eyes could meet your gaze. "Don't you fucking dare," you didn't have to say anything else, he knew exactly what you meant.

Izzy whined. Nearly fucking sobbed. But he forced his hand to still.

"You're quite the prize, Izzy," you smiled fondly, stroking your thumb over his swollen wet lips. "So fucking beautiful, so good for me," he keened at your praise.

"You want me to finish you off, love?" you asked.

"Yes, please. God, please" he pleaded desperately. You were right, he did sound utterly wonderful when he was begging.

"Get on the bed."

Izzy scrambled to follow your orders, rising from his spot on the floor, not caring about the ache in his knees. He crawled onto the bed, let you guide him to lay down on his back.

As you sat down beside him, he only watched you. Like he was looking at something holy.

One of your hand petted his hair soothingly while your other stroked his length, torturously slow.

"Listen carefully now and I'll let you come," you promised. Izzy was deadly focused on you. "Next time you want me. Whether it's to rough you up or show you some well deserved tenderness, you just come find me, okay? No pestering me or the crew until I snap."

"I promise," Izzy nodded, wide eyed.

He meant it in the moment, would have agreed to anything in that moment, but he knew it was a lie. He would find ways to purposely rile you up, looking for that authentic anger again. Fuck, he nearly came just thinking about it.

As a reward, you lent down and kissed him tenderly. Lovingly, dare he think it.

"Now, Izzy," you whispered against his lips. He finished on your command, it was almost impressive

As he rode his high, you fussed and cooed over him. Watching as he lent into your tender touches and words, even if he didn't notice he was doing it.

Once his body began to relax, melting into the mattress, you stood from the bed. You managed to find a piece of cloth, using it to wipe yourself down before beginning to clean him up as well.

"What are you doing?" Izzy questioned as he came back to himself, voice rough.

"Taking care of you," you stated, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

"Why?" Despite enjoying his afterglow, Izzy's brow furrowed at you, confused by your desire to 'take care of him'.

"You promised that if I gave you what you wanted, which I think I did, that you would let me show you kindness," you reminded him, before adding, "the rules still stand, though. If you want me to stop, I will."

"...don't stop," Izzy whispered, making you smile, as he let his head sink back into his pillow.

Once you were both as clean as you could manage, you lay down on the cot with him. A part of you thought he might kick you out once the afterglow was over, but you chose to enjoy the moment of peace with him.

"...was me threatening you really that hot?" you asked, any commanding tone you once had now gone.

Beside you, Izzy laughed. Actually, properly, laughed, and it made your heart flutter.

"Yeah...yeah, it fucking was," he confessed.

"Huh..." you smiled to yourself. "Glad it had an effect on you. Would have held a blade to your throat sooner if I knew that's how you would feel about it," you teased. Izzy groaned at the thought. "Next time, love," you promised.

"...alright," Izzy found himself smiling to himself, daring to hope for a moment. You thought there was going to be a next time, you wanted him again. And he found himself aching at the thought.

You rolled over so that your body was facing him, using your folded arm as a pillow. Izzy did the same, facing you and mimicking your position.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked softly. His swollen lips, the bottom one slightly bloody, were just too enticing.

Izzy laughed a little, though he sounded more bitter this time. "Pretty sure you just did more than kiss me, didn't ask me before," he scoffed.

"Well...yeah, but I didn't know if anything had changed now," you shrugged and he could see that you were being serious.

"Yeah. Yeah, you can kiss me," Izzy whispered, like he was afraid to say it.

And so you did. With so much tenderness that Izzy almost felt like crying.

"Are you going to send me back to the crew or can I stay here for the night?" you asked, leaving the choice up to him.

"You can stay, if you want" Izzy shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Thank you, Izzy," you shifted closer, cautiously wrapping your arms around him.

Izzy tensed for a moment and you were about to remove your arms before he relaxed into your embrace. Seeming to accept the affection, Izzy buried his face into your chest, holding you as close as you held him.

When you removed an arm from him, he was about to complain, until he realised you were just grabbing the blanket and pulling it over yourselves.

Izzy had had other people rough him up and push him around in the past, it was what he enjoyed, not that big of a deal. However, he had never had somebody stay afterwards, clean him up, hold him, tenderly run their fingers through his sweaty hair, massaging the places on his scalp that stung, kissing the top of his head.

He had never had anyone whisper, "goodnight, sweetheart," before he drifted off to sleep.

Maybe that was why he clutched you close so securely. Because he had always craved a firm hand, but now he craved the soft touch that the same hand could provide both during and afterwards.

[triflesandparsnips]

A whole lot of you are weird about Izzy Hands on this here tumblr dot com -- and I mean that it both directions. There's just a whole lot of... all that, for one dang mid-level antagonist in a capital-r Romance. Which... you know how many of those antagonists end up getting their own romantic storylines? Most of them. Will that happen to Izzy? Idk, man, I just look at narrative patterns.

I think, to a degree, it was a bit of a disservice pretty early on to latch on to him as the only human on a ship full of Muppets. Dude is a full-on Muppet-- he's just a Sam the Eagle, rather than a Gonzo or Piggy. I mean:

He demands people call him Izzy, an objectively stupid name for a middle-aged serious-guy

He stripped a dude on their first encounter instead of just killing him because? Why?

He regularly runs a ship that looks like a 13-yr-old got to buy all their goth birthday party decorations at Hot Topic

Does a stupid weird finger wave at Ed when the British point him out

Izzy's Revenge

He brought up Daddy kink on his own, like wtf, c'mon now

The character's done awful things, absolutely. Because the story needed mirrors of trust violated, safety shattered, etc etc. The narrative trusted Izzy to help drive that part of the overall arc of Stede and Ed's love story.

And the thing is: a defining part of Romance is the Happily Ever After (or the Happily For Now, if you need to keep things riled up across multiple books/stories). That means that unless a character is dead, they have a chance at that HEA-- even if they have to go through absolute shit (or be an absolute shit) before they get to it. That's what makes Romance so great-- it gives all of us the chance to believe that even at our worst, maybe we too can get to a place of love.

So... idk, man. Lot of Izzy hate, lot of Izzy love, a lot of talking at cross-purposes. Critical analysis is great and I love it, but when it starts warping the understanding of story mechanics... that's I think a recipe for a lot of broken hearts and hurt feelings when the canon story eventually progresses and the narrative reveals what genre (with whatever associated tropes and arcs) it's going to ultimately end up being.

[littleoddwriter]

You write for ofmd?😳😳😳 hot person behavior.

I‘m in dire need of a Blackbeard x ftm!reader smut fanfic or I’ll die. I don’t even have a plot I’m so sorry. Maybe the reader is part of Blackbeard‘s crew and tries to lay low because of his situation.

Blackbeard seems to have grown infatuated with him and calls him to his private room (study?? Office??) one day to discuss something.

Ed basically acts all "weird", openly flirts with the reader and gets super touchy. Reader actually did fantasize about Ed before but can’t believe this is actually happening and just blurts out he’s trans. He says he understands if that disgusts Ed and he wants him gone off the ship or something but Ed is just like; "I don’t care?? I‘m literally obsessed with you wtf"

And then they go at it all night (obviously) :3

Want | Edward Teach/Blackbeard x Trans!Male!Reader | N/SFW (18+)

Hello there! Ok, I'm loving this and I sure hope you like what I've done with your request, thank you so much for it! :')

summary; See above. Minors DNI.

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Gender Dysphoria and Light Euphoria; Oral Sex (Blowjob); Fingering; Penetrative Sex; Unsafe Sex; Kissing; Cuddling; Fluff and Smut.

Ever since you’ve made it onto Blackbeard’s ship and into his crew, you’ve been trying so hard to not let any of them know that you weren’t a ‘real’ man. Especially not Edward himself. If he knew, he was surely going to be disgusted and throw you overboard. And you didn’t exactly fancy dying at his hands (or at all), nor did you want to have to deal with his rejection. Because you really liked Ed. 

He was rough around the edges and a menace, but he had a heart. Besides that he was also gorgeous and the leather clothing had your mind reeling. You fantasized about him quite a bit. You knew he was into men. He didn’t make that a secret. The entire crew knew. Some of them have even slept with him. You wished you were one of those lucky few.

So, when he started paying more attention to you - seemingly to you, at least - you wondered if maybe he was simply trying to find out if he was right about you having been born with a female body. Your wishful thinking was trying to convince you that he liked you, too, though. But why would he? You were usually quite in the background. Other crew members often even forgot your name, or at least pretended that they did. Why would he ask you questions and spend time with you and look you over so closely if not for the sole reason of exposing you soon, then?

One night, though, Edward ordered you into his room. You were terrified. Had he finally found out?

You sat next to him on the little sofa he had in his room, which surprised you, considering it put you on an equal level and physically close with him. 

“I just wanted to say that I think you’re doing a great job, mate,” Ed told you kindly, putting a friendly hand on your shoulder. His touch lingered, drawing out, until you realised that he wasn’t taking his hand away at all. “You haven’t been here for long, but you’ve certainly proven to be worthy to stay on my ship.”

Swallowing thickly, you turned to get a better look at him. His eyes shone and he was smiling at you.

“Uh, thank you, Captain,” you said softly, completely dumbfounded. Why was he being so nice to you?

His hand slowly travelled down your arm and onto your thigh, near your crotch. Oh. Was he… flirting with you?

“Call me Ed,” he stated before continuing, “I was actually calling you in here because I thought we could up your position, eh? I think you deserve it. You’re doing better than some of the other crew members. But don’t tell’em that, okay, mate?”

“I won’t tell a soul, Ed, sir,” you nodded for emphasis, “And, uh, thank you. Really. But what kind of position did you have in mind for me?”

“Hm, not sure yet. Maybe you’ll be my third, eh? ‘Cause I can’t remove Izzy from being my second, but I’d like to keep you close, make you my third.” Ed’s hand rubbed your thigh, shortly touching you very close to your crotch and making you jump slightly. “What do ya say?”

Stunned, you looked at him for a long moment. Was he fucking with you? No. He was completely serious by the looks of it. 

“I’d love that, Captain, uh, Ed!” you exclaimed with a grin on your face. You couldn’t believe it!

Ed smiled and nodded in approval. Then, he leaned in, seemingly to kiss you. 

That was when you realised that there was one issue with his advances, no matter how much you liked them and how aroused you were getting because of his hand on your thigh.

“I’m not fully a man!” you blurted out suddenly. Edward leaned back in surprise, looking you over questioningly. 

“What do you mean?” he inquired, but kept his hand on you.

“Uh, I- I was born with a female body. I’m… I am a man. I know I am. But- uh- you know. And I understand if you’re disgusted and want me off the ship-”

“Oh! No, I don’t care,” Edward said easily, shrugging before leaning back in. He whispered against your lips, “I’m fuckin’ obsessed with you.”

Then, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your mind was still reeling with what he’s just told you. He was obsessed with you? Why?

Despite that, you reciprocated, opening your mouth slightly to let him lick into your mouth. Moaning softly, you moved your tongue against his, enjoying the proximity and how filthy it all was now, when seconds ago he was practically sweet-talking you.

Breaking the kiss, you were panting, breathing each other’s air as neither of you really moved out of the other one’s personal space. 

“I wanna fuck you,” Blackbeard murmured, bringing his free hand up to your face and caressing it with his fingers.

“Okay. I’d like that,” you whispered in response. 

Smiling, Edward ran his digits over your lips. Obediently, you opened your mouth for him and let him slide his index and middle fingers inside, rubbing against your tongue and pushing in as far as he could without making you gag. You closed your lips around the two fingers and sucked on them, keeping eye contact with Ed.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned before removing his digits from you mouth. 

Then, he started to unbutton his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. 

“Show me what else you can do with your mouth,” Ed commanded hoarsely.

Sliding down from the sofa and onto your knees, you took his cock into your hands and engulfed its head with your mouth, suckling on it, swirling your tongue around it and licking into his slit. You could feel him growing harder in your hands and mouth. It gave you quite the confidence boost. And so you used one hand to hold onto the base and grabbed his leather-clad thigh with the other one before sliding his cock further into your mouth. You started bobbing your head, sucking whenever you reached his cock head and going as far down as you could after.

Eventually, Ed grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off of him.

“I don’t wanna come just yet. Wanna do that in you. Okay, Y/N?” Hearing him say your name in that raspy voice he had from being so aroused had your stomach turn into little butterflies that fluttered inside of you. 

“Yeah- yes, please,” you nodded enthusiastically.

Standing up from the couch, Ed loomed over you. Then he held out his hand to you. You took it and he helped you get up from the floor, guiding you over to his bed. Before he let you lie down, though, he started pulling off your shirt and took off your pants right after, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You felt exposed. You didn’t bind your chest since the shirt usually hid it well enough, but now it was out in the open. It felt strange to let someone see; especially with that someone being Blackbeard.

Seconds later, your underwear was gone as well. 

You had never been completely naked in front of anybody else.

You tried to resist the urge to cover yourself up. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Ed. He said he didn’t care. You just had to believe him now.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot!” Edward exclaimed, grinning at you, as he looked you up and down with that glint in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher.

You almost wanted to say ‘really?’, but decided against it. If he said so, then that was true for him and you had to accept that now. It was no use beating yourself up any further when you were about to have sex with this man.

Instead, you just smiled shyly at him and thanked him politely. 

In response, Ed pushed you on the bed and followed you down, lying on top of you and between your legs. His erection pressed against your crotch. You could feel how wet you were for him already. You wanted to feel him inside you so badly.

Propping himself up with one arm, Ed put his hands between your thighs and pushed a finger into your wet heat. Sighing, you pushed back. He thrust it in and out of you a bit before adding a second finger, repeating the process, until he had four fingers inside of you and you were moaning loudly and unashamedly. He told you to be as loud as you needed to be and you were. With him making you feel so good, all your shame and embarrassment was suddenly gone.

At last, he pulled out his fingers and stroked his cock to spread your wetness on it.

“Ready?” he asked, looking you in the eye.

“Yes,” you responded immediately, smiling at him.

He smiled back shortly. Then, he guided his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed inside. Once he bottomed out, you both moaned. He leaned his forehead against yours and just breathed with you.

“You feel so fucking good around me, mate,” Ed rasped.

“And you feel even better inside of me, Ed,” you moaned, pushing back against him.

Pulling out until just his cock head stayed inside of you, Ed thrust back in hard, making the bed shake. He repeated that again and again, until he found a rhythm that suited you both. As he fucked you, Edward leaned down and licked into your mouth, capturing you in a filthy kiss. 

When you felt yourself getting close, you snaked a hand between the two of you and your thighs, rubbing your dick. Ed leaned back, admired the sight and continued to fuck you in earnest. 

At last, you were coming, moaning loudly, throwing your head back and arching your back, as you could feel your muscles contract around Ed, squeezing him tight. It elicited a surprised-sounding groan from him. And then, he was already coming inside of you as well, burying his face in your neck, muffling his moans.

Panting, Ed pulled out of you and laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. 

“That was amazing,” Edward breathed, laughing shortly, “Fuck! You’re amazing, Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

You looked at him in wonder. This was the notorious Blackbeard. And he was telling you something so kind? You knew he had a heart, yes, but this was a lot more than that to you. 

“Thank you so much. For everything just now. I’m actually quite speechless,” you said, unable to keep the stupid grin off of your face.

In response, Ed kissed your cheek, along your jaw, your chin and then your lips.

And really, that was enough of a response for you. This was everything you had ever dreamed of and so much more.

[sixstepsaway]

you know, i was mulling that last reblog and how some people read lucius' "have you ever been sketched scene?" as insincere and wanting izzy to fuck off (which i totally see and can get now i've been informed it's probably like that), but then i was weighing it against my own take that if lucius heard izzy screaming in 1x10 he would have come to find out wtf was going on, and my feeling that lucius would try to... i dont know, look after him if he clearly needed it? despite his attitude? (see: this lovely peppermint ficlet that made me smile)

and that got me to thinking about when lucius stole that knife for jim, and more than that i was thinking about the fact he's actually okay when he does this but that jim has just treated him horribly right before?

lucius finds out that jim isn't a man in 1x02 and jim shoves him into a trunk overnight until 1x03 and, more pertinently, until stede unwittingly rescues him, and lucius babbles a cover story for jim instead of saying, "jim put me in a trunk overnight and was going to throw me overboard!" which- the level of loyalty (or stupidity) there is baffling to me

i suppose you can argue that lucius doesn't know stede well enough yet to know if saying that would result in stede disciplining jim or whether it would result in stede telling lucius he's got a wild imagination, or worse stede throwing him off the ship for causing trouble or because jim is more valuable an asset, but either way, the next bit happens

lucius takes off after stede, ends up going to the pirate republic with him, watches jim the whole time, dings that the knife is jim-enez, pilfers the knife and then hands it over

it may have proven to jim that lucius is a good friend, and it may have proven to jim they didn't have anything to worry about in regards to lucius betraying them, but lucius was already okay. lucius was out of the trunk he'd been held in overnight and did not have to do any of that. he pickpocketed spanish jackie who has a fucking nose jar amongst other jars and was about to take his captain's nose off to start her next collection

anyway my decision here is that lucius is just... kind. it isn't a matter of "he's ordered by blackbeard to pet blackbeard during his mourning and he's scared but he's under orders so he's going to do it" i think even without the order he would have gone in there if he was needed. he risks his ass time and again to help the people he cares about, and he shows kindness to stede and ed in different moments solely because they need his help

and he is so defensive of them both!!

which leads me down to: regardless of the read of the sketch scene, if izzy really, truly needed help, regardless of everything in 1x05, lucius would be there to try and offer it, because that's just who lucius is

and i fucking love him for that ;_;

(i also saw a photo of izzy being tossed overboard and someone said how the ropes weren't tied well and someone else said it was probably for on-set safety but i honestly don't believe that! if they wanted to make izzy look properly tied, he would have looked properly tied. izzy was not properly tied because they wanted him to survive being tossed in the water, they just wanted him to either a) survive elsewhere or b) get back on board as a crewmember instead of a captain

this thought brought to you by lucius being okay with it, which feels oddly out of character for him)

[izzydrawsforfun]

You stopped responding. You clearly don't care about the Chris-chan thing, but at least tell us which pronouns you use for him and we'll call it a day. Also change your mind about Terfs please, we just want to bring peace and equality and give women the place they deserve in society

This will be my final fucking statement because I grew super tired of this situation. Already silenced notifs on the other posts so don't expect a response from me in any of them.

Yeah, I stopped responding, because no matter what I say I am immediatly targetted as a women hating bastard, a mysoginist, someone who doesn't respect r*pe victims, a r*pist deffender, Ween, etc.

I grew tired of this situation, specially because all I wanted was to protect trans women from the eventual backlash that they would suffer from the Chris-chan situation (and it's still going on), but instead all I got were Terfs and people who seem to have popped out of KiwiFarms (No I don't think I was mentioned there, I mean it for the fact that the messages and asks had very liberal uses of slurs such as the R-slur), sending me horrible messages, death threats, sending suspiscious links. Y'all think I'm stupid enough to click these links?? Seriously?? Also at least I am mature enough to admit I worded myself wrongly on the post that started this whole mess, but they will never admit to have been immature and horrible for sending me all that shit.

And don't worry, my mind did change a lot about the Terfs. I thought they were simply a bunch of transphobes and that the Radical in their title wasn't literal to the point where they would wish harm on another women, but that was the complete opposite. Some of them are vile, horrible people who hide behind the mask of the Feminism movement. They claim to protect women but guess what? I don't feel protected. I feel threatened, I feel hurt, I feel anger. I don't need the protection from people like them, specially if they're still so blatantly transphobic.

And, by the way, I am NOT Trans! I am a Cis Women who just so happens to have a brain, a heart, and many wonderful trans people in my life. I don't need to be trans to fight for their rights of being who they are without having a bunch of people online telling them they're not valid.

And about Chris? I have people telling me to use He/Him, She/Her, They/Them, It, and no matter which one I pick, you assholes will not leave me alone from this shit and won't "call it a day". So no pronouns coming from me, because guess what? I don't care about Chris, I am NOT a Christorian, I am NOT a Ween, I am not any of that. My blog is about art and spreading some positivity, my blog is not about Chris nor political views. Very horrible of all of you for picking on a small art blog who just wanted to bring some safety to her trans sisters.

So, in the end all I have to say is this: I'm not gonna respond to anything else about this situation. I feel horrible that Chris is being put into a women prison because the other inmates are probably not feeling safe seeing as Chris's victim was a woman, so please if anyone lives in Virginia, find a way to legally change that. To my followers, I'm so sorry about the posts you all had to see through in your notifications, and special sorry to all of my trans followers for the Terf posts. I tagged all of them with "#anti-terf", so you can blacklist. This is a art blog and it's all I'll post from now on.

At the end of the day, I'm fine because I know I am not a mysoginist, women hating, r*pe defender, r*pist defending a-hole as the Terfs and KiwiFarms people claimed I was. I know my heart is in the right place. And to the people who are still angry at me... Eh. I don't care. All I ask is for you all to stop sending me anon hate, suspiscious links and specially stop sending death threats. Some of you even wished death upon my girlfriend, my close friends and my pets, who have nothing to do with any of that. Wtf is wrong with you.

That will be all my beans. Remember that Momma Izzy loves you. Take your meds, drink water and wear a mask when going outside ❤💕 you're valid and special, and will always be