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cappy@cappyy· Jul 5

hiiii

cappy@cappyy· Jun 17

they would kill each other with hammers

matt Johnson from ntbts

stede bonnet from ofmd

cappy@cappyy· Jun 17

my beautiful blockhead puppy

stede bonnet looking out the window with his “telescope” (his hands)

cappy@cappyy· Apr 29

also stede:

“chances of this puppy being a blockhead?” Meme

cappy@cappyy· Apr 29

stede

a very cute puppy

cappy@cappyy· Apr 4

gimmie one chance

matt johnson buff q & a hot

cappy@cappyy· Apr 1

why did chiitan like this <3

cappy@cappyy· Apr 1

my beautiful and canonically gay bfridnds

matt and jay from nirvanna the band

cappy@cappyy· Mar 30

YouTube comment on a video of jay mccarol and matt Johnson: “Matt’s like the talented Mr RIPPEDly these days. Jay is as sexually and impishly beautiful as ever.

cappy@cappyy· Mar 27

me and my daughter

girl holding a bunny stuffed animal

cappy@cappyy· Mar 27

how come none of u guessed four (4) chocolate marshmallow brownies?? im gonna be single forever 😞😞

cappy@cappyy· Mar 27

whoever can guess what’s in here gets my hand in marriage

a napkin covering something…

cappy@cappyy· Mar 26

cappy@cappyy· Mar 19

us

aliens with their foreheads touching bc they’re cosmically bonded forever

cappy@cappyy· Mar 19

soooo many fandoms.. sooooo hard to keep track of.....

captain_cappy ao3 dashboard with 82 listed our flag means death fics

cappy@cappyy· Mar 9

boots that's my ego boost

stede bonnet s1 photo - he is wearing a copper coloured suit and little heels on the beach and he has a parasol. #gay

cappy@cappyy· Mar 2

stede finding olivia’s resume in the pirate application pile:

an image of livvy from ofmd with the caption: !!!PEASE HIRE ME for a job!! pease!! i promiss ill do da besst job evar! i nede money… . .

cappy@cappyy· Mar 2

stede bonnet u would have a field day at this book store

a spread of books about moths and ferns

an open book about tropical fish

cappy@cappyy· Feb 26

nobody knows the real significance of why i gasped when i saw this pic on my pinterest

a bunny in a blanket looking rather wolf-like.....

cappy@cappyy· Feb 24

meme of an emoji with red eyes: me when me when i spiral and think and think and think and think (and so on)

cappy@cappyy· Feb 21

modern stede + ed OKAYYY

someone in white frilly socks standing on their tiptoes on someone else’s boots

cappy@cappyy· Feb 18

weep, sweetie, weep, you're only robbing, yoursеlf of sleep, no harm in sobbing !!

“C’mon angel.”

Stede sniffs. He tugs the neck of his hoodie up to cover his trembling lip. If he was too embarrassed he could always just turn the phone away, hang up— but selfishly he wants the comfort.

“Don’t cry.” Ed says, half-unsure. He brings his hand up to the camera, caressing, almost. It’s embarrassing. Stede’s gut lurches at how bad he wants the contact— he thinks for a moment of tucking his head into Ed’s neck, big strong arms enveloping him, a hand in his hair to comfort him, to wipe away the ever-flowing tears, and begins to sob more. He hiccups.

“Oh, baby, hey, hey—”

cappy@cappyy· Feb 13

#myadaption (is it great no is it the best of what we have going on YES)

a screenshot of heathcliff and Catherine from the 2011 adaption of wuthering heights

cappy@cappyy· Feb 12

the meaning of life is to write shitty poetry in your iphone notes app at the back of a boring lecture hall

what do you think of when you think of dirt? do you think of grime? stuck under your fingertips, the vendors fingernails. or the pimple above her lip you dodge. the shoes that you can clean but haven’t. the guitar you ca only kind of play. the soot on the fireplace. the snow dragged in. your cheeks. your freckles. something only to be washed. what do you think of when you think of dirt? flowers, grass, trees, gardens. foam pads to protect the knees. puppies sniffing. birds dragging in their dinner. for them, caviar; for us fried, gnarly. but, for them. babies chirping happily. fulfilling their duty. throat-born, beautiful recipe. growth. opportunity. what do you think of when you think of dirt? your cheeks, your freckles, clean. happy, fulfilling beauty

cappy@cappyy· Feb 11

#wipwednesday #whumpwednesdayyayy oh what could have happened here? ⚓️

Of course the anchor of the — fancy fucking mermaid sticking out at the top, bigger than any creature Ed’s seen in his own life, and, of course, heavy as anything.

“It’s French,” Stede says, stroking it with his untrapped wrist. “I had it imported.”

“Mhm, yeah, yeah.” Ed’s walking around, sussing out the weak points. He needs a hundred men to move this thing. Where the fuck is he gonna find a hundred men? “Tell me more,” he says to Stede, near pleading. As long as he’s talking, he’s alive. As long as this anchor lays pressing into his stomach he’ll get closer and closer to a point of silence—

“It was modeled after Mary.” Stede says. Sighs. “I really should reach out to her, if this… you know.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Ed—”

“Shut up, please—”

“Ed,” his voice cracks. “It’s been hours.”

cappy@cappyy· Feb 11

sob

nigel from jumanji looking stoic

a bunny looking stoic

cappy@cappyy· Feb 8

sometimes u get tipsy and freaky at the drag bar..

“C’mon, baby. Get up.”

“No.”

“Stede. You don’t wanna go home?”

She makes a high whine of a noise, still half-slumped against the wall. “I have to peeee.”

“Mmm…” Ed hesitates for a sec, magnetized back to the club. She could do for another shot— but, “No, c’mon. Our uber is gonna be here—”

“Boober.” Stede says, looking down at her own chest. She wipes at her face limp-wristed, puppy-pawed.

Home time, for sure.

cappy@cappyy· Feb 7

guys judge my top 4

a letterboxd front page with the favourites being: mamma Mia, little fish, eternal sunshine, and bones and all

cappy@cappyy· Feb 5

*stede turning into a bunny*.... hey so it actually only has to make sense to me for me to do it and i don't feel like explaining it to anyone else

He feels small. The blanket covering him covers his head, and though it’s a little disorienting he floats in the senses for a moment— warmth, dark, silence. He wishes he could stay here all day and not have to worry. The thing about Stede, though, is that wherever he is the worries are. He takes a moment to take a deep breath. That’s funny. His breaths are coming out all sniffly.

Oh. He looks down to his hands. Paws. Non-dextrous and dime-sized. That makes sense.

Suddenly, the blanket is ripped off of him. He nearly bounces away at the motion, but is quickly comforted by a hand stroking his back.

“Hey.” Ed says, quiet. “You’re a bunny again?”

Stede can’t really nod, or speak, but he hopes his nuzzle into Ed’s hand speaks for itself.

“Aww, babe. Okay.” Ed comforts. He sits up, getting comfy, before picking Stede up and bringing him to hold. The all round pressure and warmth of Ed’s arms is something so sweet he can’t put words to— but lucky him, he doesn't have to right now.

“I gotcha,” Ed says. Stede believes him.

cappy@cappyy· Feb 5

edstede first time makeout sesh OKAYYYY

He never got making out. The concept, like, sure. Fun. Awesome. He would sometimes dream about a faceless man wrapping him in his arms, fully, big hand on his neck as he pulled him in. But then, the dream would fizzle out.

It always kinda squicked him watching all the guys on his ship eating each other's faces— was it boredom? The way they pranced around with hickeys proudly on their necks and collarbones, kiss-blissed eyes shining bright. In Ed’s mind it was a weird sort of foreplay. He always skipped forward, straight to the point.

Now, though, things have shifted. He loves the guy he’s fucking, and that might be all the difference— the way Stede is angled over him, one hand holding himself upright and the other holding Ed’s head secure as he kisses him relentlessly. He’s good at this, full of enthusiasm, coaxing little mutters out of Ed he didn’t know he could make. He bites at Ed's lip as Ed laughs, shutting himself up by kissing Stede back. He can’t get enough. The thought of Stede moving a little lower and sucking a bruise into his chest makes Ed feel so suddenly lightheaded he’s afraid he might faint.

Maybe, just maybe, Stede could kiss him better.