#it's honest and true and beautiful

[sarucane]

Stede's *sob* Last Story (Kinda)

(Parentheses in title because I'm a big believer in stories having a life of their own, and hell this is the kind of thing where a cast would agree to a movie in 10 years, and that's before we get to fanfic...but as far as OFMD the tv show goes, this is the last one)

Stede's last story doesn't really begin with him. It begins with Ed.

Ed's the one who's suggested being innkeepers. Who decided he wanted to stay on this island, to set aside the impossible bird and rest on land. Ed's adding one more story to his cacaphony of contradictory stories. But this one isn't an extreme "I'm THIS now, and my name is JEFF." It isn't a death, or a personality shift. It's a story he'd like to "give a go."

Stede used to be so obsessed with his own stories that he couldn't--or didn't dare--see what others thought of them. He had to learn to set some stories aside, in order to live the life he wanted to live.

And that's just what he's done here. The life he wants to live is one with Ed, and this is the life Ed needs to live.

This is the story Ed's telling. So, Stede tells it too. With his whole heart, and no second thoughts, none of the doubts and fears that plagued him for so long.

Stede may be binding himself to land now, to Ed, but he's more free than he's ever been--to tell any story he wants.

Ed is more scared than Stede. Is too willing, as always, to tell a story that devalues himself.

But Stede takes that story and transforms it. Because telling a story together is far, far more powerful than telling a story alone.

So Stede takes Ed's story and transforms it. Into something full of honest hope. No more buying a boat and crew and pretending to be a pirate hoping it'll change him; no more clinging to vision without action. The house needs work. The relationship needs work. The story won't become reality all by itself.

But it can.

And I love that Ed doesn't quite engage with this (yet). That even now at what turns out to be the end, he's still a bit more uncertain than Stede because he's just not as secure as Stede yet. Because that's honest.

Instead, Ed focuses on the practical. On needing some food , on the need for a bit of violence.

But that doesn't change Stede's story. And neither does the crappy smell awaiting them inside.

This is a story of hope. And it can shape reality. A heap of painted wood can be a real boy, and a terrible smell can be a smell of the future.

And Stede holds true to that long enough for Ed to finally join in telling this story. To say, "love that," and stop trivializing or devaluing the story he wants to tell.

And then Stede says "Me too." They're in the same place, telling the same story.

And then--now that the story has legs, now that the core truth of love is where it belongs, at center --Stede doesn't cling to perfection, to completeness. He doesn't try to pretend the smell is nice, or doesn't bother him.

He embraces reality, and goes about doing what needs to be done to make the important story true.

A seabird to land; a unicorn still standing in defiance of everything and everyone; two mad queers packed with insecurity and trauma finding love and peace together.

A last story, gently setting aside any ugliness of reality, kindly shoring up insecurities, and seducing its listener into becoming another storyteller.

Stede's stories carried him from one family, to another, to one last and truest family. The one he chose, with both eyes open. Took him to a home he'll build with his own hands, alongside his love.

It's story that will shape his reality--and that of those who trust him--forever. A story he'll tell, forever.

Because now, he can. He knows how.

And he won't do it alone.

[tzatwar]

pure vanilla cookie is a GIRL 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈 and a LESBIAN 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

credentials: as pv #1 LOVER since 2021 (he is my beautiful wife) i can say this

happy valentines day everyone💗

[xem29]

Somewhere between California and Damen we fell out of love.. it happened so fast, I didn’t even get a chance to tell you goodbye.

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

TRAGIC: beautiful william afton post suddenly unrebloggable after mentioning minor thing that doesnt fit canon characterization

[brechtian]

puts a yellow warning label on all my book recs that says in big bold block letters what I prioritize in fiction is 1) prosody 2) form 3) tension

[inkwell-chronicles]

You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.

- John Milton

What will you choose?

[editedpiecescrispr]

Aceite as mudanças

e siga em frente.

[Desconhecido].

[heartmeetshearse]

Baby, romance don’t come with erasers.

[independency-it-is]

[airbus-a350]

my attitude towards closet cases is mostly just "do it, coward" so it's fun to write a character like that

[inkwell-chronicles]

The question isn't how do you die. It is: How do you live? Do you pursue your dreams or do you let life pass by like it doesn't matter? How do you want to live?

[killabeeblog]

Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

Every animal, by instinct, lives acccording to his nature. Thereby he lives wisely, and betters the tradition of mankind. No animal is ever tempted to belie his nature. No animal, in other words, knows how to tell a lie. Every animal is honest. Every animal is straightforward. Every animal is true - and is, therefore, according to his nature, both beautiful and good.

from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame (1908)

[vegetable-soup-wizard]

I used to tease my friend’s sister mercilessly about thinking Silco was hot, but regrettably young Silco does some kind of things to me

[editedpiecescrispr]

ÀS VEZES - SOMETIMES

Às vezes, coisas acontecem para que possamos ver onde precisamos mudar.

Às vezes, coisas acontecem para que possamos evoluir, adquirindo maturidade e construindo entendimentos diante das situações que se apresentam.

Às vezes, coisas acontecem.

E em todas as vezes aprendemos.

Às vezes, aprendemos a lutar pelo que acreditamos ou aprendemos abrir mão.

Isso nos prova e nos mostra que estamos em constante mudanças.

Às vezes, não sabemos lidar com elas, pela dor que pode nos causar ou porque podemos ferir alguém.

Mas quando estamos no limite, a mudança faz seu trabalho na dor, quando nós não vamos por amor.

A nossa visão muda.

Pensamentos mudam.

Ficamos seletivos.

Seja com pessoas, com coisas, com a vida.

Acredite, em todas as vezes, mudar é bom.

ÀS VEZES por Jéssica Constermani adaptado (12/03/2017 e 10/10/2024).

[raven]

I will also cancel anyone who ships r*ylo. literally dont even talk near me about that shit i hate you.