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the worst love song you've ever heard
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Seems excessive but I'll take it
An android notification containing three separate calendar notifications all reading "Happy birthday! Today"
November 9, 2025 at 9:02 AM
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I don't wish to alarm anyone but
Photograph of an open laptop. Browser tab is set to an ellipsus document with a short paragraph at the top of the page.
October 19, 2025 at 11:53 AM
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Extreme closeup of my best boi™️ cubone who I am preparing to stitch onto everything I own.
Extreme close up of a cross stitched cubone sprite. He is stitched on white fabric and is coloured with a dark grey outline.
August 26, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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Life continues to Life with a capital L but the one nice thing I have managed this summer is the completion of my OG 151 cross stitch after 3 years and god knows how many stitches of work 🙌
A photo of a very large completed cross stitch project of the original 151 Pokémon cross stitched as coloured sprites. The background fabric is white evenweave and the Pokémon are arranged in a grid pattern.
August 26, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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It is done.
A screenshot of the android clock app. An alarm set for weekdays at 6.15 has a banner across the top reading "paused from 18 Jul - 2 Sept". OP is finally on summer break!!!
July 18, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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old res ed, enter stage left 🌲
chapter two of old reservoir is waiting for you here: archiveofourown.org/works/667105... 💛
#ofmdfic
Ed is, he’s decided, one hundred and fifty fucking percent done with relationships. Serious ones, long term ones, short term, one night stands, friends with benefits, situationships, they can all fucking go. He’s done. Not bothering again. Regardless of how desperate he feels, or frustrated, or touch starved. No people. Not for a few months at least. Not until the ice thaws and the snow melts and the new shoots of spring dare stick up through the earth. Detox. He’s taking a full detox from other people.
July 14, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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The sale listing for our flat went up today, including a virtual tour of every single room. The software they use clearly has an automatic facial recognition blur for people's personal photos, and poor Lionel fell victim to the ai 😂
A framed letterpress print of Lionel Richie's face in blue-black ink with the text "hello, it is tea you're looking for? Glasto 2015" printed beneath in red lettering. Unfortunately Lionel's face has been blurred out by facial recognition software.
July 9, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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sunday morning bowl of barb
A photograph of a cat tower in the corner of a room. The tower is made up of a variety of platforms, boxes, and scratching posts. There is a tortoiseshell cat curled up in a bowl shaped attachment halfway up the tower.
July 6, 2025 at 9:05 AM
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it's a win for me in the category of "I'm on Fire being the song that finally gets ed and stede in bed together" 😌
Eventually. he frees himself and waves a hand over to the guy behind the bar who’s controlling the sound system. The backing track to Ed’s song du jour kicks in, and the beat is familiar, it’s really familiar, but in the haze of a surprisingly strong pornstar martini, Stede can’t quite place the damn thing. Ed’s obviously feeling it though, if the gentle sway of his hips and tapping of his foot is anything to go by. Then he starts singing, and Stede doesn’t need Lucius’s desperate sounding “Oh my fucking God,” to know that he’s deeply, royally, absolutely fucked. Ed’s draped over the mic stand, tshirt riding up over his belly, singing about a knife being run through his skull in a register Stede had no idea his voice was capable of, and the sound is running through him like nothing he’s ever felt before. And then he’s on his knees, and the whole fucking bar could be on fire for all Stede’s aware, for all that Ed’s gaze is burning a path right through him. And Ed’s sung karaoke every single week since he and Stede started this thing, and it’s always been incredibly transparent flirting at best, damn near foreplay at the other end of the spectrum, but somehow, it’s never felt like this. Ed’s sung Springsteen before. Ed has sung Springsteen multiple times, in fact. Solo and otherwise. And every single time he’s managed to make the room feel at least a few degrees warmer with his voice, and his lounging over the mic stand, and the constant running of his hands through his hair, but this really is something else. Stede knows it’s already a song about sex, but Ed looks like he’s absolutely drowning in want, and desire, and need. And Stede doesn’t really care if this becomes the moment he loses the game they’re still inexplicably playing here. He doesn’t care what percentage of this is pure performance over Ed’s actual feelings. He just knows that this is the night that, all parties willing, he takes Edward to bed.
July 5, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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#wipwednesday reservoir boys: ed pov edition 😌
Plain black text on a white background. Text reads: "There’s a notepad on one of Stede’s kitchen counters, the start of a shopping list already scribbled at the top of the page. Ed carefully tears out the page from underneath, and overthinks the opening line of his note no fewer than three times before finally putting pen to paper. (Italics)Hey Stede, Didn’t want to overstay my welcome, and honestly, my hand really fucking hurts and I didn’t want to start stealing painkillers from you. Not that kinda guy, I promise. Reckon most people come out here in winter to keep away from people, but I’m here for the next few months if you ever want any company. I owe you a coffee for your rescue last night - definitely don’t know what I would’ve done without you - literal lifesaver. Thanks again, and I’m next door if you ever need anything Ed :) (end italics)"
July 2, 2025 at 9:34 PM
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The cat in question has zero emotions about the whole thing. She's busy trying out new fashion trends ready for A/W 2025.
A tortoiseshell cat laying on a concrete step, looking up at the camera. There is a large bundle of cobwebs stuck to the top of her head, and she seems completely oblivious to it. Fashion icon.
June 29, 2025 at 1:03 PM
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There needs to be a word for the weird emotions surrounding the process of erasing all the signs of life from your home so you can sell it. 4 years of the cat brushing against the edge of our bedroom door in the morning as she comes in for a cuddle, about to be painted over :(
A photo of the edge of a white bedroom door. The paint has been worn down to the bare wood on the very edge.
June 29, 2025 at 12:18 PM
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opening fic doc like well that was a fascinating place for past me to just...stop writing. great work. flawless.
"A date?" he mutters to himself. "Fucking idiot. Fucking date. Stupid motherfucker."
June 27, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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The two months of astronomical twilight is always a little bit of a mindfuck but never moreso than around midsummer like wdym it's 22.30 and this is the sky what do you MEAN
A photograph of a sunset, the sky a dark grey at the top of the image, fading down to a deep orange at the horizon. The foreground of the image is in silhouette and features the outlines of trees and some houses. A single lit street lamp is visible.
June 23, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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Had to go back to the bad place to find this but THIS, but add the veil 🙂
Screenshot of a tweet by op that reads: I know I said I'd write the firewatch sequel when the cabin fic is done but what I'm actually gonna end up writing is ed and Archie having THE most toxic sex imaginable on that there breakup boat. Mostly because she's the only one with a matching deathwish enough to try it.
June 23, 2025 at 7:32 AM
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hello i wrote another woodsy cabin fic.
this one's got everything: shitty exes! pining while fucking! bonfires! winter carnivals! accidentally falling in love with your rebound! woodland vibes!

it's called old reservoir, it's rated e, bon appetit :) #ofmdfic

archiveofourown.org/works/667105...
old reservoir by foxtails Summary: renting a lakeside cabin for an entire off-season to lick your wounds in private after a breakup should, in theory, be an entirely foolproof route to healing, and finding yourself, and all that other wellbeing bullshit. it's not like the universe is going to drop the love of your life on your doorstep, right? Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Relationship: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, POV Alternating, Medium Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Pining while fucking, right person couldn't be the worst time, accidentally falling in love with your rebound fuck, fraught emotions and woodland vibes, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Language: English, Stats: Published:2025-06-19 Updated:2025-06-19, Words:9,544, Chapters:1/7, Hits:0
June 19, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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That's what it's about, actually.
Excerpt from a handwritten card. Text reads: "out of all the lessons I've had at this school, I think I'll miss your DT lessons the most 💔 :( the highlight of my week (genuinely) was bringing you an offering and enjoying the chaos/opera singing of every lesson. Thank you soooooooooo much for being such an amazing and insanely patient teacher (most of the time 🙂).
June 18, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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I miss my
Photograph of a giant sign reading "PIRATES" in white lettering. The background of the sign is a close up of the historical illustration of Blackbeard.
June 15, 2025 at 7:58 PM
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Made everything here with my own two hands and how am I supposed to give any of them up? They are all my BABIES 😭
A photo of so many handmade ceramics. So many. There's 11 cups in various colours, a jug, 4 bowls of various sizes, two small vase shapes, and 2 plates. So many ceramics.
June 10, 2025 at 7:28 PM
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writing going exceptionally well today
“That, I’m sure you are,” Stede says. “But I really must make a move.” “Good sausage waits for no man.” “Exactly!”
June 7, 2025 at 4:37 PM
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She is a Good Cat. Best Cat, even 😌
A tortoiseshell cat laying on a pinky-red towel on a windowsill. She has bright green eyes and a blue bell visible on her collar. Her tongue is slightly out. She is very cute.
June 4, 2025 at 6:05 PM
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Last batch of ceramics until classes start back up in September!! I am particularly proud of my new custard jug on the rear left. Just gotta pray to the kiln gods that they all survive 🙏
A range of 11 bisque fired ceramic goods. There are 6 mugs with various textures and carvings, 2 plates, a shallow bowl, a small jug and a small plant pot. One mug has green slip painted on the inside and one of the plates has white slip on the surface.
May 31, 2025 at 9:37 AM
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mood.
screenshot of the opening cutscene of the game stardew valley. an old man is laying in bed with a fire roaring next to him. text below the image reads: There will come a day when you feel crushed by the burden of modern life...
May 27, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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and a full image for printing that i REALLY hope works 🫣
a full image of the zine pages in the previous post, arranged in a printable fomat.
May 26, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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for #ofmdzineweek, extracts from the sketchbook of edward teach, scout's watch fire lookout, summer 2022
front and back pages of a zine. they are on brown card, the front cover designed to look like a "field notes" notebook. cover is labelled with "scout's watch - 2022. e. Teach". the back cover has two small illustrations of fire lookout towers in the bottom two corners, connected with a dotted line with a heart in the middle. layout of page 2 and 3 of the zine. page 2 is torn squared paper that reads: "Queen Anne Ntnl. Forest south one - scout's watch -> door code 091717 south two - twin oaks 2022 season - stede bonnet (year one) radio freq - 4 -------------- north one - cliffside 2022 - jim jimenez radio freq - desktop 2 north two - estuary peak 2022 - olu boodhari radio freq - desktop 3" page 3 is a painted illustration of a sunset over a lake in portrait orientation. it is all orange and red tones with silhouette trees and rocks. pages 3 and 4 of the zine. page 3 is squared paper with an in-progress game of battleships. there are doodles in pencil all over the page, and a game of noughts and crosses. page 4 is a landscape colour painting of a fire lookout in the distance, the foreground is rocks and grassland with some trees. the sky is shades of blue with a few clouds. page 5 and 6 page 5 is a landscape watercolour painting of a rocky canyon. in the background are green hills. the sky is a light blue colour with hints of green and yellow. page 6 is a series of scribbled notes including: a shopping list for the 10th june: sugar - 1kg, mixed nuts, tortilla chips, kettle chips, apples/pears, tea - normal and mint, cholula (orig) a starred note: stede resupply 14th. a highlighted note: check cashe #492 fire damage a doodle of a forest service cache in pencil. note *handrail @ overlook broken - temp fix, needs replacing. a highlighted note: bg recycling for resupply crew! shopping list for aug 12th: rice, tuna, veg stock, eggs?? sugar, coke a note surrounded by a box: do i think i could fall in love with someone i've never met?!! fucking hell.
May 26, 2025 at 7:52 PM