𝔩𝓏𝓏𝑦 - 𝔬𝑘𝔞𝘺, 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝘺𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝑘𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬

THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND IZZY HANDS

Pathetic gen z men wants obedient women and I can hear my late great grandmother screaming from the other side "HELL NO!"

Con O'Neill in a selfie with his dog, Cooper

Conito bonito of the day... day 414

hoping Coopercito is alright 🥺💕

Both Ed and Stede's touch is cold and they have changed. Izzy doesn't care anymore. He just doesn't want to be alone.
Izzy is not seen again after that night.

However, reports of sightings of three men fitting the missing men's description occasionally appear around the country.

Izzy should really know better, but months of loneliness have shut down the rational part of his brain and without hesitation he runs out of the house and straight into Ed's arms. He cries and begs not to be left behind again.

Thinking about Izzy who lost both Ed and Stede. Someone or rather something took them and he can't handle the loss. The crew tries to help, but no words can ease the loss or Izzy's broken heart.
So one night he hears voices outside the window. He recognizes those voices. Ed and Stede.

Two of my favorite pictures from a pride photoshoot I did with the dolls back in 2024. 🌈

#OurFlagThinksSpring

He looks like a cute angry kitten.

Where my OFMD peeps???
WHAR ARE YE MATEES???
#OFMD
#illustrationart
#gothandblonde
#pirates need love too

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Åh nej *drar dig tillbaka, rullar i dig i en filt som en burrito och sätter dig fram tv med Heated Rivalry på*

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My poor boy is sick. 😞

Eeeee HEEHEEHEE!!!

*claps hands and kicks feet*

The War Queer 🗡️

Nah, I don't freak out about turning 40. Because when I see those numbers, I think, "I've managed to live longer than I thought I would."

A poor woman got trampled in the entrance to a grocery store because a bunch of adults wanted to have said can if they so had to fight for that cause and hurt other innocent people along the way. There's nothing special about it either. 🙄

There is a war going on in the world and people here in Sweden are literally fighting like wild animals over this.
A fucking coffee can!! That you get for free when you buy two bags of coffee.

It’s mechanical almost, the way Izzy shoves down his sweats and Ed settles on his knees between Izzy’s legs. Ed needs it, and it isn’t like Izzy doesn’t want it, so Izzy lets it happen. It’ll be good to clear both of their heads. It might be the last time they do this. They’re both looking for new places, and once they move out, they can just talk to each other through the lawyers, see each other at mediation and court dates, no more need for stilted conversation at the breakfast table and dispassionate sex because no matter how they feel about each other after so many years, they’re still there physically, still know the best way to get each other off, so they just keep letting it happen. Instinctually, Izzy almost reminds Ed to mind his knee. It’s been better than a decade since Ed fucked it up, and he still never puts a pillow under it to begin with, never shifts his weight without Izzy’s disaproving tut or outright order to take care of himself to remind him. But Ed isn’t going to be Izzy’s problem anymore in a few weeks, and he has to learn to take care of himself sometime or spend the rest of his life with his knee creaking and popping and aching the way it does after he comes home from doing this for other men in dingy bathrooms. Maybe it would be good for Ed to hurt. Izzy bites his lip and says nothing as Ed takes his length into his mouth. Ed chokes himself on Izzy, like he’s trying to punish himself for something, only seems to pull back enough to take a breath when Izzy grips his silvery curls and physically pulls him away. It’s intense, the way having the full focus of Edward Teach always is, and as hard as Izzy tries to make it

last, pulling Ed back, digging his nails into his tensed muscle where his free hand rests just above where Ed’s fights to keep his thighs spread, it is almost embarrassingly soon that Izzy comes. Even once he’s finished, Izzy has to fight to pull Ed away from him, to keep him from continuing his attentions past the point of pleasure. It’s then that he looks at Ed’s face, wet with spit and snot and tears, but Ed’s eyes continue to shine more than if he were just well used, a sob welling up from Ed’s throat before he crumples and buries his face against Izzy’s thigh. “Eddie?” Izzy asks, half frantic, petting Ed’s hair now rather than pulling it as Ed muffles a wail against his skin. It takes a moment for Ed to pull himself together enough to speak, although the words he manages are shaky, rough and caught in sobs. “My knee… It’s really over, isn’t it?” As soon as Ed mentions his knee, Izzy is pulling Ed up off the floor, settling him half in his lap so the joint isn’t strained and he can get a hand on it to massage it. He stops when Ed’s tears intensify, but that just makes Ed sob harder, burying his face against Izzy’s neck and leaving him incredibly confused. “What the fuck are you on about, Edward?” “I know we… we’re ending things… but I thought you still… you still cared… maybe you still loved me…” Ed croaks out when he can speak, “But you didn’t bitch about my knee like you always do!”

A fresh round of sobs begins again as Ed blurts out the last sentence, and Izzy can’t help but feel tears well in his own eyes at that. He does a better job of keeping himself pulled together though, cupping the back of Ed’s head and rubbing soothing circles at the base of his skull as he kisses the side of Ed’s face. “I still love you.” he assures. Ed pulls back just enough to look at Izzy’s face at that. “You do?” “Of course I do,” Izzy huffs, impossibly fond, “Twat.” A question remains in Ed’s eyes, and Izzy continues, “Tried to make myself not care. We’re getting a fucking divorce, Edward. You’re not mine to care about anymore.” “I want you to,” Ed scrambles to say, pleading as he brings his hands up to cup Izzy’s face, looks into Izzy’s shining eyes. “I need you, Iz. To care about me. To love me. I know I’ve been shit, but I love you. I don’t want to lose you. We can stay together, try again, Iz, yeah?” Izzy nods as Ed’s face blurs through the tears in his eyes. “Yeah, Eddie,” he manages, leaning in to speak against Ed’s lips, “We can try.”

possessed by the spirit of edizzy inventing love again here

Ed's husband and personal stress ball.

Aziraphale is demanding an explanation for all the prayers shot up to heaven in an inappropriate and obscene manner. Castiel explains it’s all the shtooping he and Dean have done, plus that one time with Meg the demon.

Close up of Aziraphale’s desk with Supreme Southern Pansy placard and a photo of Snake Crowley

#Castiel has some ‘splaining to do and #aziraphale is regretting his promotion!

An SPN Good Omens sammich!

An investigation is conducted and it is concluded that it is all Ricky's fault. Hans pressed a button that must not be touched during flight.
Ricky is sentenced to 7 years in prison and loses his license to ever fly again.

Izzy hugs Ed to make sure this isn't an illusion and Stede is pulled in that hug because without his help, none of them would be standing here now.

Ed retires after that flight and Izzy does the same. Both want to stay away from flying for a while.

Izzy and another flight attendant quickly unbuckle their seatbelts, open the doors, and ensure that the evacuation slides are quickly inflated so passengers can be evacuated.

Izzy, Stede and Ed, and Ricky too, are the last to leave the plane.

The sound of metal scraping against asphalt is not something you want to hear, but Stede and Ed managed to bring the plane down and as soon as it stopped, the sound of sirens was heard and fire trucks rushed forward.

Izzy isn't really religious, but has a prayer in his head that the pilots will get them all down safely.