not quite a lumberjack

32, she/they, mostly here for fandom stuff, trying to lurk less

[bizarrelittlemew]

psa you can filter the following tags to have tumblr's filter catch a lot of t*rf posts so you can avoid reblogging them:

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these are some commonly used tags by t*rfs and the filter will pick up on them if they're among op's original tags!

how to filter using browser: go to Settings -> Account -> scroll to "Content you see" and add the tags one by one to the list of filtered tags

how to filter using the app (Android): go to your blog -> click the Settings button in the top right corner (⚙️) -> Account settings -> Content you see -> click "+ New" and add the tags one by one

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[rylandsgrace]

#They saved each other

Our Flag Means Death (2022 -) I 1.03 - 2.03

[sherlockig]

[follows-the-bees]

I'm rewatching Fun and Games and I love just how funny this show is in a short 60 seconds.

"No! She kissed me right before she threw up."

"Come on, you steal people's faces."

"I bet Anne really loved that ugly pos clock."

"Really? I mean, she stabbed you, you poisoned her, and then she jumped on my face."

"Yeah, your house is on fire."

I love them and I love how funny this show is.

[leviathan-the-boy]

Introducing gay terminology to popular culture was a mistake

[biglawbear]

He is neither of those things this is a hate crime

[scribophile]

gooood morning everyone

have you thought about ed and stede waking up wrapped in each others arms sighing softly and pressing kisses to foreheads and chests today??? no. well now you have. 😚

[sherlockig]

[saltpepperbeard]

listening to rhys talk about ofmd's cancellation on that podcast has me like

[shaneposting]

thinking about how so much of ed’s self loathing is wrapped up in the idea that he’s inherently dangerous and that people who are close to him will not be safe

thinking about how ed’s whole life has involved watching people he loves getting hurt and feeling powerless to help them

thinking about how one of the first things to happen to him post-gravy basket is meeting the bunny and telling it that it’s his best friend and it’ll always be safe only for it to immediately get killed in front of him

thinking about how that probably reminded him of the multiple occasions that he almost had to watch stede get killed in front of him

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

thinking about “izzy cared about ed’s old crew because he said ‘losing several of our men btw’ in that one scene”

if izzy rlly cared why did he have literally zero reaction to ed very dismissively going “uh, that’s kinda the job, they’re pirates”

[devilray-soy]

Big stretches but now in color and with even more tummy for everyone

[sherlockig]

[shaneposting]

‘we weren’t meant to be able to see this many opinions’

‘we weren’t meant to know what everybody thinks about everything’

‘we weren’t meant to have the news and everyone’s takes on it available 24/7’

that’s all 100% true and valid and my brain is forever damaged bc of it but also i firmly believe we WERE meant to have access to this many cat videos. i can beam footage of kittens that i otherwise would never have met into my eyeballs at any time of the day or night and that can only be a good thing

[eddiepeaches]

the cat found a warm beam of sunlight to lie in

[xoxoemynn]

listen, I'm just gonna say it. a little bit fucked up we don't get to see Ed and Stede get married.

fucked. up.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

For your birthday fic requests, something where Ed takes care of Stede when Stede is either sick or injured and Stede gets emotional for having all of this love poured over him when he's had to fend for himself in the past.

So sweet!! Forcing Stede to accept comfort >>>>>

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“You know you really don’t have to do this, right?”

Ed just laughed, like it was some big joke, tossing a comment over his shoulder about running to get more pillows as he dashed off.

More pillows were not going to help.

Stede sighed, slumping back against the bedsheets. This whole mess was his fault in the first place! He’d insisted on carrying the new rolls of wallpaper in all in one trip, and he’d had a spectacular fall when all he was carrying prevented him from seeing the porch steps. Now, his ankle was sprained, swollen black and blue and warm to the touch and far too painful to stand on.

And Ed was…being far too good a sport about it, honestly. He was being a suspiciously good sport about it.

“Here we go,” Ed said cheerfully, rushing back in with another pillow so he could prop Stede’s foot up. That done, he leaned back, appraising the scene.

It was absolutely pathetic, Stede thought. He was such a baby that Ed had wrapped him up in a quilt, brought him a tray carefully laden with a variety of juices in shot glasses (for fun, Ed said) and light snacks like little fish sandwiches, and brought a stack of books to the nightstand so Stede wouldn’t have to get up to grab something to read.

“Yeah,” Ed said thoughtfully, “that’ll do, I think. What do you want for lunch?”

Stede sighed deeply. “Whatever you’re making is fine. I’ll eat anything.”

“Nuh-uh, Bonnet, that’s not what I asked,” Ed said, sitting at his bedside, taking Stede’s hand immediately to brush a sweet kiss over his knuckles. “I know you’ll eat anything. I asked what you wanted.”

“Ed.” Stede allowed a little bit of his annoyance to slip into his tone, and Ed’s smile started to drop. “You really don’t have to do this. I don’t think it’s funny.”

“Funny,” Ed repeated, like he really had no idea what Stede was talking about.

“Yes,” Stede snapped, pulling his hand out of Ed’s. “I don’t think it’s funny for you to act like I’m a big baby. I know I’m not as tough as some, but there’s no need to be mean about it.”

He realized he’d made a major miscalculation when Ed’s lip wobbled.

“Right,” Ed mumbled, getting up so quickly it made the bed creak. “Sorry. Call if you need me. Bye.”

With that, Ed practically ran out of the room before Stede could even process the whole thing.

“Oh, fuck,” Stede whispered, letting his head rest back against the headboard. He’d fucked up. Despite what Stede’s instinct had taught him to believe, Ed really hadn’t just been fussing over him to make fun of him for being soft and weak. He’d done it because he…wanted to.

That felt even worse, honestly.

“Hey, Ed?” Stede called, his own voice coming out a bit wobbly.

Ed’s voice had the pinched, overly-casual quality it always got when he was trying very hard to make sure Stede couldn’t tell he’d been crying. “What’s up, babe? Comfy?”

“Ed, can you come back in here, please?”

When Ed popped his head in, he was very pointedly looking at the floor instead of at Stede. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “If it was too much.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” Stede promised him, holding out his hand, relieved when Ed took it immediately. “I was just…I think you scared me.”

“Yeah?” Ed sat down, careful not to jostle Stede’s foot, his eyes so big and wide and full of love, Stede barely knew what to do with it.

“I didn’t know,” Stede admitted, trying to shrug like it hardly mattered. “I didn’t know anyone could love me this much and mean it.”

Ed’s mouth worked, for just a second, and then he was leaning down for a careful, gentle kiss. “You fuckin’ lunatic,” he whispered against Stede’s lips. “Of course I mean it. I want to take care of you!”

“Really,” Stede confirmed.

“Really,” Ed said emphatically.

When Stede had been sick or injured in the past, he’d been treated like an inconvenience. His father had mocked him for being weak, Mary had put up with him as well as she could but was irritated by his neediness. He’d learned that fending for himself was easier. And here Ed was, who just wanted to take care of him because he loved him.

How lovely. How wonderful. Stede’s eyes welled with happy tears, and he laughed, delighted when Ed laughed back.

“In that case…” Stede wriggled on the sheets, getting himself comfortable. “I could really use another blanket. And a straw for my juice.”

“Right away, sir,” Ed laughed, snapping him a mock salute.

“And another cold compress for my ankle,” Stede added.

“Oh, great,” Ed pretended to grumble, getting one last kiss in before he headed out. “I’ve created a monster.”

Stede smiled at the door for a while after Ed had left.

How lovely.

[xoxoemynn]

Fang as the flower girl at Ed and Stede's wedding, send tweet.