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in the water

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What if we hyperfixated together? 😗 JK JK… unless- 😏

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it's stede

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Okay, the question is, how sexual is sexual that it requires a label? I find this drawing of Ed and Stede intimate, yeah. They are nude, yeah. They certainly had some fun together, yeah. Still have fun reading and chatting away. So it's suggestive, but nothing I would hide away from children? But I am a bad role model, as I flipped through my father's Playboy's as a child.... Did it harm me?! Uuuuh....

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they’ll talk about it… eventually

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ofmd twitter users trying to relearn tumblr

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Twitter moots where are you? 😭

All of us trying to find each other on here:

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I’m filing charges 😭💔

I am sorry this is always how it goes // I am sorry for the trouble, I suppose…

Our Flag Means Death x Organs - Of Monsters and Men

Gif credits ♥️ @theshiningbeacon , @ferndaphnia , @blackbeardz , @merriell , @annswalker , @rainbowbonnet ♥️

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Doing the thinking 👅 🥹

ed can be cute with animals... as a treat

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Buu! I still 🫠 Lookit them 😍

Lake Revenge SMAU by @allihaythere

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A Summer Camp AU with Thriller, Suspense and Comedic elements. Partly told in flashbacks. A sequel to Lake Revenge. “Camp reopening under new management.”Edward Teach, now proprietor of the tackle shop and Blackbeard Bar and Grill, is relieved of that at least. That is until a familiar face shows at his counter. They were always on this crash course, but would they survive the impact.

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cold sheets oh, where’s my l o v e ?

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Stede Bonnet was ready for a fresh start, but he wasn’t sure Badminton Consultants was where he would find it. He placed a small box, filled with pens, post-its, an odd little fern, all the things one assumes are required for office work.

Stede was a writer at heart, but his heart, it seemed, had never quite been successful.

He chuckled at the thought. 

A unsuccessful heart, that could be his brand. 

His divorce had just been finalized, and with the added expense of his house boat, which he insisted was NOT related to any crisis of mid-life, he needed something more lucrative. Badminton Consultants was certainly that, lucrative. Plus his father had been able to get him the position on a favor.

This thought pricked his gut. 

Father Bonnet’s favors were never free.

He sat down in front of a fresh desktop, fingers hovering over the keys pensively. Cracking knuckles, and hovering again. 

He had no idea what his job ACTUALLY was. 

He had attended the four hour training, and watched all the videos. He taken copious amounts of notes,all which read like French to him now, a language he thought he understood, should know, but often failed in his attempts to use it in real time. 

Synergy?

Vertical Mobility?

Human capital?!

There was something to do with data entry..

Stede breathed and tapped his mouse, the cycling inform screen about “Early Enrollment Start Now”, faded into a lovely landscape. Maybe once he was logged in it would come back to him. 

Logged in.

Logged.

In.

The “user:”and “password:” entry boxes glared at him mockingly.

FUCK.

Stede laid his head on the desk and, after a few moments, opened his eyes to see a small card pinned to the otherwise barren walls of his cubicle..

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Summary:When Stede Bonnet is displaced after his parent’s divorce, he is forced to leave a very progressive and well funded light and sound department only to end up enrolled in Republic High. The closest program they have is radio. But at least there’s a biannual band showcase..

Miscommunication and missed opportunities ensue when he meets Ed, a very bored and under stimulated student, who wouldn’t dream of extra curricular’s outside of drama or radio. Being new to the town, let alone the school, Stede can’t quite figure why Ed seems so familiar to him..

FIRST POST

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Alright OFMDtwt refugees, why don't we start a reblog chain so we can find each other? Reblog and put what your twitter handle is!

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