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For today, a snippet from chapter 5 of A Little Bit of Love Goes A Long Long Way

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Gifmaker's challenge : Reblog this post with one before/after gif just to show people the work it takes to make even the most basic gifs. I'm not even talking about beautiful colouring that a lot of gifmakers put time into, this is the bare minimum editing I'd do for a scene like this 🫶 Gif making takes so much time and effort (and sometimes, funds for external hard drives and screencap software programs and legally getting PS) so I would just like people to see how hurtful it is when gifs get reposted on Twitter and here 🥲

Tagging @bizarrelittlemew @cobbbvanth @seance @djarin @yenvengerberg @michaelsheens @saltpepperbeard @ofmd-ann and any other gif makers out there who want to participate

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I want to say, I'm happy for how things turned out with Buttons in the season two. It's just right.

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Sapphic The Mummy AU

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good evening. t4t pirate guys sketch for you

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WIP I shared on twt yesterday

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apparently not many people are as obsessed with hands as me so they didn't notice so im here to point out the BLACK LACE SLEEVES ON THE RED JACKET

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Topaz, Ruby (pre-Ed/Stede, cosmic horror AU, warning for eye trauma)

Prompt: 100 words of responsible cult leaders

“Well,” Stede said, a bit nervously, “I like to think of myself as a pioneer in the cultic world. Shaking up the established ways of doing things. When you think about it, what does all that ritual human sacrifice really achieve?”

“Fair winds,” said Iz—Iggy, Stede amended with no small amount of venom. “Safe raids that don’t get your entire inept crew fucking slaughtered. Not, say, running your ship aground.”

“That only happened once!”

“Fucking mental,” Ed said, “doing it on your own like that. Cold-shouldering the sea takes balls. Takes vision.”

The word hung in the air between them.

His eyes. Stede couldn’t look away from them. Pete had sworn they were the reddest rubies, that Blackbeard had carved them out himself—“Do you think Blackbeard would really need someone else to cut his eyes out for him? Not in a million years”—and replaced them with gems bewitched for bloodshed. But they were the brightest topaz, the color of fire, of lanterns in shadow plays, of endlessly running sap.

Maybe he had cut them out himself, though. Pete could have been right about that much. Stede didn’t feel like he could ask, not when he still had the pair he was born with, which he was well-aware marked him as something of a disgrace among captains.

“So what do you do,” Ed said, “if you’re not—” He mimed slitting his throat, cutting off a finger, slicing down the length of his arm. “Dropping bodies, having a bit of maim. You getting by on blood?”

Stede had dabbled in some ritual bloodletting, but Jim was the only one who didn’t hiss and howl at the first cut, and really, it felt unfair to have it always be Jim.

“We’ve done a bit of blood,” he hedged. It was technically accurate. Last week, Lucius had cut himself shaving, and he’d sprinkled some of the blood on the mast! That must have done something! “But the crew’s responded best to what the French call la petite mort.”

Ed and Iggy both stared at him blankly. Stede had been thinking of them as such different men that it was disconcerting to have them look at him exactly the same way. It was even stranger to notice for the first time that Iggy’s still-human eyes held a kind of flat reflection of Ed’s topaz light. Was he a familiar? Stede had never met one before.

“The little death,” Stede said, flushing. “The climax of—carnal activities.”

“You’ve been appeasing the sea with orgies,” Iggy said. He sounded as though he were on the verge of committing ritual human sacrifice here and now.

“If you’re calling that a little death, mate, think you might be doing it wrong,” Ed said.

“It’s not me, it’s the French, and—I’m sure we’re all doing it right,” he added, a touch more defensively than he perhaps should have. Fine, it was true that he hadn’t been an active participant in the rituals, but he was endeavoring to maintain a responsible boundary between the crew and its captain. He was just being a good leader. “Do you just stick to human sacrifice, then?”

Ed shook his head. “You try to get by on brute force alone, you burn out in a year. I’ve seen it happen. Well, made it happen. To people who annoyed me.”

Oh. Stede very much hoped he didn’t annoy Ed. He rather believed he didn’t, though. He thought Ed was perhaps the only person he’d ever met who wasn’t somewhat annoyed by him.

“You want to alternate between sacrifices and trades, too,” Ed went on. “Eyes for gems—that’s a classic, obviously.” He tapped one of the topazes, and the clicking noise of his fingernail against the stone made Stede faintly nauseated. “Just make sure you pick the right ones the first time out, because I know a guy who kept swapping his around, and—” He winced. “Nasty.”

“He poked his fingers into his own brain,” Iggy said.

“That’s—vivid,” Stede said.

“Yeah, makes you nuts, jerking your life around like that. Takes an awful lot to make it work, too. Standard is one kill, one amputation, but there’s always a bit of wiggle room. I’ve got a friend who sacrificed her whole crew to make it work and get some nice ghosts to sail around with. She’s a bit of a dick, though.”

(Stede would think of all this again months later, when Ed’s hand tightened around his and he gasped his way back to life, ruby eyes wide open.)

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Ed and Izzy are kissing so tenderly btw and they’re both crying. Stede is doing the morning crossword. He’s so used to this by now that he just lets them do their thing. (He’ll get all the tender kisses later he just wants to get through the crossword) (they’re at the breakfast table) (izzy pauses the kiss to tell Stede the answer to one) (Ed steals the paper to make it into origami)

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Taika Waititi as Edward Teach | Blackbeard in OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

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SO THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE LONELYYYYYYYY

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SOURCE for all the new stills!!