I was GOING to say. That when you read a wine menu and see something like “notes of leather and wet stone” you think “did an insane person write this its grapes” but after youve read about wine and growing regions and the effect of oak barrels on aging and tasted a bunch of stuff and given it some thought you find yourself taking a sip of french syrah and thinking “mmm little bit of leather on the finish there” and all of a sudden that shits not crazy anymore. Youve been cooked in the soup. Youve been living in the monkey house.
With omegaverse fanfic. You -
You get the idea. Do the work for me. Please
Sorry tanuki fucker 91. I will be clearer. You get coated in the slick
i am jiggling a credit card in the door crack. life is a rich tapestry come take my hand we will weave it together.
Honestly, one of the things that helps Stede not spiral into toxic masculine oblivion? Ed following him to his cabin.
Stede can’t go internal. He can’t hide in the corner, and he also can’t harden his heart to become a “real pirate.” He’s crying and traumatized and Ed is there, offering his friendship and his love. He’s telling him that he doesn’t have to be alone.
scurvy has got to have one of the biggest disease/treatment coolness gaps of all time. like yeah too much time at sea will afflict you with a curse where your body starts unraveling and old wounds come back to haunt you like vengeful ghosts. unless☝️you eat a lemon
