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The doxxed one from Twitter.
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- Our Flag Means Death may have had some bad times in fandom, but I'm about to pick up my best friend from the airport to bring them back to mine and my wife's house, and before OFMD Twitter, I wouldn't have known either of these people.
- Big of heart, dumb of ass, home of sexual
- When they put me down like a dog, make sure they give me a McDonald's hamburger first
- I want to take a moment to post the link to my sisters gofundme. gofund.me/5b4de60fe
- After 10 months of not writing anything, this has a quick update. It's a bit messy as I'm out of practice, but I'm hoping that we can make this a habit and finish this one up by Christmas.
- I totally overloaded your notifications from putting likes on the posts as I read them. 🫣
- Do it again 💋
- Hello all, I'm still kicking just been feeling very quiet. Recently "celebrated" three years since getting doxxed back in October which is a wild wild thought. I've gotten super super into Cyberpunk 2077. For the first time in forever recently I've been thinking of Izzy Hands musings so that's cool
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- It was on release because they released it too early but it is now pretty much as fixed as any other game and getting the cult fandom it deserves. It genuinely may have dethroned RDR as my favorite game and I have a RDR tattoo lol
- It's their first Christmas as three and Izzy is secretly very excited. He's surprised but thankful that he was the first one up. It gave him enough time to brush his teeth and start the kettle while also giving his stomach time to come to terms with being awake so early.
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View full threadAnd Frenchie who immediately scooted over to avoid touching him. "Noooooo, my husband is right there!" Ed giggled, pointing over to an overly proud Stede. "Guilty!" "You know what I mean, Ed." Jack grumbled. "Can someone get him some water? This is just sloppy-"
- Everyone's attention immediately swung to the door as it swung open with more force than necessary while Izzy entered, a flurry of snow and wind at his back. He was huddled down over two large brown paper bags. "Foods here- fuck, okay. No one is getting food until they give me their keys."
- "course I did, Ed. Let sit down." Jack started to drag Ed towrds the couch but Ed had other ideas, grabbing two handfuls of Jacks ass and pulling his earlobe into his mouth. "Wanna have some fun now you're here? Everyone else can watch" he stage whispered. Their friends all jeered around them,
- Someone throwing the cover of the prize box at Ed. "Nope, Ed. We are gonna sit you down and make you drink some water and wait for your husband to get home!" Jack marched him over to the couch, depositing him roughly in between Jackie, who immediately took him under her arm
- "Awwww, we'll be fiiiiiine!" Ed slurred, walking back into the room. "What'd I miss while I took a piss?" He singsonged, obviously proud of his rhyme. He was unsteady on his feet, leaning heavily on the wall to keep himself upright.
- "I won!" Olu cheered from behind Jack. "Won what?" Ed asked dumbly, stopping in his tracks. "JACK! You-hic-came!" Jack had to quickly uncross his arms to catch his drunken beat friend as he threw himself vaguely in Jack's direction. He smelled like vomit and vodka. Jack gave him a slight squeeze
- "It was dreadful, everything ended up on the ground." Steede hiccuped through another long slurp of brandy. Jack felt disgust from watching it. He couldn't believe that was once him. Nightly. "Izzy sure doesn't know how to load a tray" Steede giggled, taking another slurp, his lips smacking
- Perversely against the glass like a sloppy kiss. "Not an hors d'oeuvre was sparred. He almost broke my toureen. From beside them, someone's stomach growled loudly. "I hope he's back soon. I'm STARVED." Pete whined. "Yes. He's been gone a while." Zheng offered thoughtfully.
- make himself feel like a better person. "What do you mean picking up the food?" Jack couldn't make it make sense. He knew Izzy, he knew how he hosted. He would have spent hours in the kitchen. He would have made everything down to the fucking butter from scratch in his
- Incessant need for everyone to like him and appreciate the work he does. It never worked and no one usually so much as thanked him, Jack knows he definitely hasn't been the best in the past either, especially if they were drinking (which they were).
- reason to drink outside of his bedroom. Jack didn't want to see him fall off that horse, especially if it was greenlighted or even encouraged by their friends. "He went to pick up the food." Steede huffed from behind the snifter of brandy he held close in front of his lips. He was flushed and
- loose where he sat alone in his chair, eyes half lidded and lips curled in a soft smile. He was beyond the bitchy but pretty fun drunk he normally got. Jack wondered if he'd remember any of Christmas come boxing day. There was no way he was making it to a soup kitchen or wherever he volunteered to
- Sobriety journey. While I didn't come along to AA with him, he took a vow to stand beside Jack and work on his own drinking once Jack finally admitted a case of beer a day was a problem. Izzy always made sure to never set Jack up for failure while also never treating him like glass.
- And Izzy was doing so well on his own side of things. He had stopped drinking himself stupid every night as he struggled to cope with life. He stopped bringing a flask to share when they went thrifting. He stopped pulling out a case of beer for a football game he didn't care about just so he had a
- Jack knew he wasn't THAT late to have missed a multi course Izzy Hands holiday meal, and looking around the room at flushed, rowdy faces he couldn't find Izzy's (hopefully sober) smug expression as he watched everyone enjoy the "stupid bullshit game" , as Edward put it, that Izzy discovered on
- Facebook and planned to play months ago. "Where's Izzy?" Jack asked as casually as he could manage. He wasn't sure how he would handle it if someone responded that he was drunk and passed out in his bedroom or something of the likes. Izzy had been Jacks number one supporter when it came to his
- It took a moment to steel himself enough to reenter the party, but he needed to find Izzy. Something wasn't right. Hell, something was very wrong. "OLU YOU WHORE!" Lucius drunkenly shouted across the living room as OLU managed to finally rip the last bits of paper off the game gift.
- The man tossed off his oven mitts and excitedly pulled the top off the box to reveal the $100 Amazon gift card Izzy had placed inside for this very game. The man had planned every moment of this party with militant attention, the game was supposed to be after dinner.
- Jack looked around at the mess of the kitchen, more than just normal party mess, the dishes and clean up from earlier preparations never got finished. A tray full of broken glass sat forgotten on a counter where it was hastily thrown. On closer inspection, Jack recognized a pattern.
- The pit that had been forming in his stomach deepened. Izzy loved those stupid dishes. Any time Jack invited him to fuck around and scrounge thrift stores, they were the reason he actually came, had been for years.
- "Jack! Close the fuckin' door! You're letting out all the bought air!" Someone shouted over the chaos of the party game. Jack gingerly shut the door behind him, shoving his hand in his pocket where his six month chip sat heavy and hot. "Where's Izzy? Kitchen?" He didn't wait for the reply, pushing
- Through the crowd to the empty kitchen. Jack let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, running the hand that wasn't holding the chip like a lifeline through his hair. He had washed it and tied it back earlier, but strands were breaking loose of their confinement and falling into his face.
- -- "IM HERE BITCHES! ITS TIME TO FUCKING PARTY!!" Jack billowed as he burst through the front door. The house erupted in a half drunken cheer, half drunken groan. Jack paused, smile wavering slightly on his face. He was almost 100% positive that Izzy said it would be a relatively dry party, maybe
- some wine with dinner. The people in front of him were doing shots and trying to open a wrapped gift with oven mitts while a timer ticked down. It was loud, it was roudy, it was nothing like Izzy told him it would be like. He almost wanted to turn right back around and hop back into his truck.
- I peaked here
- I can't watch true crime because no one ever asks for a lawyer. I ask for a union rep to get a damn compliment.
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View full threadSo he can't escape.
- Do they??? Do they not do this to you????
- He's ready for his gyno appointment
- Not to sound like an extremist or anything, but I think all medication should cost $0
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- This is the only reason I still log onto blue sky regularly right now
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- Unfortunately, probably not. Two full-times is barely enough to scrape by
- Oh no your muse is misery, truly you are an Artist
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- Ah the ecosystem is coping, thriving, in a bad way
- Barely scraping by but also, suddenly interested in writing fic again! The first go around I got a wife out of it! Can only go up from here boys!!!
- What sort of angst are EdIzzy cooking up right now?
- My snake guys from @imrights.bsky.social came in and have joined the pile of love and bad financial decisions 🖤🖤🖤
- If there was one fic of mine you could have me go back and work on, which would it be? Anything, even drabbles is fair game!
- Please forgive my brain for being forgetful, but you had one about a dutch book i think that was absolutely devastating so I'm gonna say that one
- I LOVE THAT FIC! I actually was working on rewriting it for AO3 at one point! I'll have to look up that draft!!!
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- For now! Just looking for something to tinker with :)
- Ed's knee is actually perfectly fine and he wears the brace just for fashion and attention. No one can know that though, so Ed instructs Izzy to act like it is real and he's so brave for overcoming this obstacle. After a while, both of them forget that it's an act!
- If kidnapped, what would you post that would alarm your followers without the kidnappers knowing that you're asking for help? "Anyone want some fluff?"
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- Any time I see Applejack, I only think on MLP. I have never seen MLP. This is a great strategy. I am adopting it.
