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Geralt: never yell into a Collander

Jaskier: ???

Geralt: you'll strain your voice

Jaskier: 😑

BARBIE (2023) Teaser Trailer Dir. Greta Gerwig

like stede would a million percent accidentally wander into fae land while flower picking he would just be a sweet little duck picking sweet little flowers and see a mushroom ring and think oh! how enchanting! and just fully frolic into it

and then just skip face first into unseelie king ed and offer him a fucking dandelion or something

and when fae king ed is like ur in my domain lovely human i’ll never let you leave he’s kinda dumb struck when stede is like okie dokie friend btw that is a fine silk robe u have…

The literal kicker at the end is when Blackbeard moves his leather-booted foot to touch Stede’s. Waititi came up with the now-beloved moment, Jenkins says. “I knew I wanted that song, I knew which beats I wanted where. But that little improvised foot touch is like a release valve or something that helps that already fantastic sequence work. It punctuates it in such a good way. It’s so sweet.” | Los Angeles Times

I dunno maybe the horrors would be less daunting if we were holding hands

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH | Stede Bonnet Hi all! Nice to be here. I may be landed gentry, but I’m thrilled to be granted entry.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: Dubious Ethics, Masturbation, Nipple Licking, Gentleness, Unconsciousness, Season 1 Episode 4, Ed Being a Gentlemen as Best He Can, Ed was Half in Love with Stede Before They Even Spoke, Stede Looks so Soft and Touchable, Stede Would be Scandalized and Flattered Summary:

Ed generally doesn’t make a habit of feeling up feverish, near gutted men, and he especially doesn’t make a habit of touching men who are too unconscious to touch him back. He knows this isn’t something he should be doing.

But the knowing is abstract, swirling oil black in water. The touching is intimate, and real, and when Ed slips his palms over Stede’s shoulders, sliding them until his fingertips settle in the dips of Stede’s ribs, he marvels at how right it feels. How good, how correct. The idea of wrong is at the bottom of the fucking ocean.

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Or: Ed doesn’t keep his hands to himself while watching over the injured Gentlemen Pirate.