rae 🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈

Vianton plush duckies, the only thing I needed from the half-off Halloween sale 😌

These eyes would never lie!

Top admission for sure

Corgi blanket forts are pretty superior

Happy birthday to you! 🎉

Ok ok ok just being called out over here that's cool 😌😂

I dunno, he's being pretty weird about it 😂

Corg hiding in a blanket fort

Norb's sad Halloween is over, he's gonna hide in his blanket fort for the day

trick or treat! 🍫🍬🍭🎃🦇

(but that does not absolve you of terrible punnery) 😌

two cats are laying next to each other on a bed and one is licking the other 's face . ALT: two cats are laying next to each other on a bed and one is licking the other 's face .

I could never 😌

I hate you 😂😂😂

He DEMANDS them!

#ofmd #OFMDfanart

aaaahhhhhh HOLLYYYYYYY 🥹🥹🥹

prayers for easy teeth-be-gone and kind wallet impacts!

A flyer in purple featuring a round frame with an assortment of crocheted amigurumi in the middle. Text on the flyer says ADOPT A FRIEND DONATE TO A FOOD BANK OR MUTUAL AID GEOUP, GET A LITTLE GUY OF YOUR CHOICE

Hey US OFMD crew (I’m so sorry non-US folks, I don’t have the capacity to ship outside the US right now)!

Reply to this post if you’re interested in getting a little gift from me as a thanks for donating $10 or more to a food pantry or mutual aid group! I’ll send you a Google form to request one!

Yessss

Love this! Sent my donation through the husband's workplace so it could be matched 💚

👀 I've never done one at all, but have always been intrigued!

🥹🥹💚💚💚

Years in the future, when Ed makes a decision that will put a stop to his pain forever, a chance encounter with a suspiciously-familiar stranger promises to interfere with his carefully crafted plans—so long as their dreams continue to bring them together.
3/3

Throughout his childhood, Ed had been kept company by a sweet and funny dream kid, always up for adventure. He would have stayed in this dream world forever and out of the chaos that was his home life if he could have—until the dreams themselves quit coming.
2/3

Ever since Stede was a child, he’d dreamt of a beautiful, kind boy. Or well, he assumed the boy was beautiful. He’d never actually seen the boy. He just knew the boy was kind and gentle, in the faceless way dreaming so often is; he was the friend Stede always wished for in his waking life.
1/3

a fic title card featuring a photo of a mountain lake surrounded by mountains and trees words by thisreader art by gatwatson & self-induljennt clear water to the bottom an ofmd big bang au

Getting to the trailhead was easier than Ed imagined it would be. Somehow he assumed it would come with questioning strangers and interruptions and something stopping him entirely. A missed bus. A closed road. A car crash. The universe seems wholly uninterested in one Ed Teach, however, and he finds himself standing at the weather-worn trailhead sign, images depicting safety hazards one would expect to encounter. Sharp drops. Loose rocks. Bears. The uzhe. It’s a rarely-used trail, purposefully selected for exactly that reason. Not trying to ruin some family’s Sunday outing. It heads due east, distinctly away from the enormous lake he visited twice as a kid. Doesn’t want memories of his mother clouding his judgment now. Plus, it’s not like the water holds an escape for him anymore anyway. Playing pirates, dreaming of a life of intrigue on the high seas? That was fun at 8. Leave it where it lies, Teach. He’s slammed with a memory of a dream with Stede. Of racing leaf boats down their [rainbow] stream, chasing along the bank as the boats dipped and swirled in the currents, taking on water and tipping precariously over rushing waterfalls. Of waking up the next morning and naming those boats, drawing pictures and imagining backstories of pirate explorers, conquering ocean waves and terrible storms at Stede’s side. The world had felt so big then. The possibilities had felt so tangible. He felt like he could have reached out and grabbed Stede by the hand, pulled him right out of that world and into…what? Your world? Hardly. Even then, Ed knew Stede didn’t belong in his world. Ed’s world was harsh and angry. Stede deserved softness and color. Stede was safer left waiting in Ed’s subconscious, ready when Ed needed gentle joy on another night. But the possibilities could have been real, his inner voice helpfully supplies. “Fuck that,” Ed tells whatever tree creatures might be listening.

Coming to an AO3 near you Nov 12: clear water to the bottom, an #ofmdbb25 au featuring art by @gaywatson.bsky.social and @self-induljennt.bsky.social

#wipwednesday #ofmdfic #ofmdbigbang
Rated M
story cw: suicidal ideation/wilderness peril, whump

Summary ⬇️

kid wore their pirate hat to school for hat day, my store receipt was $17.17, feeling like a good day for season 3 😌😌😌

Happy birthday!

We got you, nana 🫂💚

Oh awful 😫

I just put the final word of a certain draft in your doc, and that feels pretty nice to me 💚💚💚

stahp it's YOUR birthday