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Queer Trans Non-binary Disabled Plural Faggot ||
Ze/Zem/Zers || 33 || Half-Elf IRL ||
In my Disco Elysium era apparently
Heyyyyy friends. Our car needs some rather urgent work done on it. I've set up a
#GoFundMe
to help pay for it, and it'd be SUPER appreciated if you could donate and/or share. This car is the only thing keeping us semi-functional right now.
Photo for the algorithm.
Hoooly shit??!?
A friend of mine almost got killed live on stage in front of an audience last night. He's a magician, and does sword swallowing as part of his act. He lets a member of the audience come up and pull the sword out.
Lady thought it'd be funny to SHOVE IT BACK IN
Thankfully he caught her before it could do any damage. Threw her off the stage and packed up and went home without a word, AS HE SHOULD.
Lady, that's a human being and a fucking sword what the FUCK is wrong with you??????
I am so viscerally horrified on his behalf
My husband came to tell me about it and as soon as he said "shove it back in" my heart started POUNDING.
I told my friend to ABSOLUTELY PLEASE GO GET CHECKED AT THE HOSPITAL bc your esophagus doesn't have nerves like your skin, it's not MEANT to detect that sort of damage.
It's like when you get into a car accidentβ no matter how fine you feel, you NEED to be seen, bc things can take days to develop, and not all bodily damage hurts the same way.
Going to the ER gets anything acute you didn't know about, and also starts a paper trail
@santaresiste
Idk if he's gone to the hospital yet, but his wife is a physician of some variety and is keeping an eye on him. This all just happened less than 24 hours ago and he's probably still processing his near death experience.
@What_Smut
He's been doing this act for over six years with no issues, this lady was just a self-centered asshole with no regard for how her actions impact others. He literally explains in the leadup that if they do anything other than pull it straight out, he could DIE
@TheCrandle
To quote him directlyβ "The blade moves between the lungs, presses up on the voicebox, and even moves the heart 2 centimeters to the left. And yes, I feel ALL of that. You have to be very aware of your body to navigate a 22 inch steel blade going down your trachea."
@UrsulaV
My husband and I used to live a mile from an independent coffee shop and we would walk there almost EVERY DAY b/c we loved it so much. We became such regulars there that five of our favorite baristas took a day off to come to our wedding.
@TheCrandle
Mrs. Rando McRandomface from the audience does *not* know how to put the 22 inch sharp steel blade down his throat without puncturing his lungs.
@hakuku
If you guys like this, you'll also very much enjoy my fave yt baker / chocolatier. His fuckin anime cocoa powder application routine is amazing.
@hemphlev
He's been doing the bit for over six years with no issues, bc he carefully explains beforehand "Ok do exactly what I say, or I could literally die," so this lady just had intense mc syndrome and had no regard for how her actions impact other human beings
@SilentSigh
Not a bad approach to it, tbh. But my friend does the bit twiceβ once by himself to demonstrate, and then gives VERY specific coaching and lets the volunteer pull it. He's been doing it for six years with no issues bc most people have common sense and like empathy???
Just talked to my therapist about Izzy Hands.
Something I wanted to share from the session that he said is: "Unfortunately, you can't just make the bad feelings go away. You would have to strip away several layers of your identity to *not* be upset about that."
@eirianqueer
Also as someone on the ace spectrumβ not all ace folks are sex repulsed??? Like, OP, I need you to quite literally SPEAK FOR YOURSELF and not pretend to represent the ace community as a whole. You don't like porn. Big whoop. This is not a trait unique to ace folks.
@JayHulmePoet
I don't remember where I heard it, but something that's stuck with me is "Americans think 100 years is a long time, Europeans think 100 miles is a long way."
Mentioned this in a reply-to-a-reply on one of
@toboldlymuppet
's posts but I think it deserves its ownβ
The fact that they didn't give Con an *actual knee crutch* with the unicorn built around it is unforgivable.
They're widely available and under $200.
@CinnabarMint
Unfortunately (/hj) he's a really good, sweet person and the only way he'd sue is if he actually ends up being injured. And even then, he probably wouldn't sue the lady, just the company he was doing the show for. (Apparently the whole crowd sucked ass)
@caitlinbragg
Luckily, I have since found out the event was booked by the company I used to work with hom at, so he's covered by workman's comp at the very least.
HEY FRIENDS
Are you pissed about the
#ofmds2
#ofmds2spoilers
finale? Do you think you could write a kinder rom-com? Do you like stories where our queer, disabled heroes don't die?
Well thenβ have I ever got news for you!!
@enchantedsON
YEAH
He's done this bit for as long as I've known him, among others like fire eating and glass-walking, and is always extremely careful. That someone could break the unspoken audience-performer contract like this is just...
@terrified_kitty
@autienelle
See, I used to be like that until I figured out they'd just keep saying the same things, not around me. I'm mostly invisible to gossipy people b/c of the autism and trauma making me quiet and introverted, so I just get to be a spy and report everything they say to the victims
#OFMD
twtfic: post-reunion, Izzy has been getting increasingly frustrated w/ everyone aboard, including Ed. After a particularly bad shouting match he 'quits' again and leaves. This time, tho, they don't find him in the Republic and Ed is really worried. Is he gone for good?
@RebsTweet
He explains in the leadup exactly how to do it, and exactly what could happen if they don't do it how he says. It's honestly not difficultβ just gotta pull it straight. He and his practiced body awareness and control do 90% of the work.
#OFMD
twtfic: Modern AU
No one has ever been in Izzy's apartment before. Not even Ed. When he has to cancel on one of Stede & Ed's many parties b/c he's sick, most of the crew are relieved, but Roach decides to extend an olive branch.
Rizzy / Ouizzy
Autistic Izzy Hands
@EnbyNo
Oh... I'm Very Autistic and literally just took it at face value when I saw it......
I also didn't check OP's account to see she had 30k followers, that probably would have changed my view tbh
Thank you for this post, legitimately. Sometimes I just don't Get It yk?
@CatieOsaurus
@cbr_bluegrngirl
@zackpinsent
I would also recommend the gamut of Historical Costuming YouTube! Bernadette Banner, Cathy Hay, and Morgan Donner are all very history -accurate folks who dress historical every day. Rachel Maksy is more in the vein of "make it work on the cheap" who also historybounds daily
Trying to stay out of the πΏπ΄ for the most part, because I think however people are processing their grief is probably valid and what they need, yk?
But the one that I will say, specifically re: "djenks hate" β
I didn't think I could get MORE mad at the handling of disability-related-topics in this season AND YET
They made this poor sweet 57yo man clomp around on an uncomfortable peg leg your prop department built instead of dropping $150 to make him more comfortable??
@meowzawowza_
That's what we've been saying since season 1!! He's just a pathetic little wet guy!! How can you hate him when he's just so little and sad?!
I, personally, would not @ / QRT Djenks to say anything. But I really disagree with what some people are labelling as "hate" being sent to him.
The Canyon has been getting HATE for over a year. We've been called disgusting, racist, homophobic, abuse apologist.
Human beings (especially the fucked up, traumatized, abused, depressed, disowned, outcast human beings that imprinted so hard on Izzy Hands) have an innate need to be SEEN.
We thought through all of S1 that Djenks SAW us. It's now clear he didn't.
November is National Novel Writing Month
#Nanowrimo2023
and I've decided to throw a month-long event for us in the OFMD fandom to pen our 50k words in the name of Queer Joy π³οΈβππ³οΈββ§οΈπ
If that sounds good to you, join me for Our NaNoWriMo Means JOY!
@unplsntdvrsns
I'm planning a fic where Stede goes on his Pirate Villain Arc, steals a ship, gets the crew, goes to retake the Revenge. He and Ed have a duel (in the rain is a p good idea...), Stede wins. Has Ed at swordpoint.
"What do you want? My head? Your ship?"
"I want you to marry me."
@idiotsatsea
My one fear is that they use the "buttons is a witch" angle to bring him back for s3 and it turns out that burying him without his prosthetic was so Buttons can resurrect him with his body fully intact. It's the singular way I could be more mad than I am now.
@KindKiosk
Oh, Ned would be SO horny about it, too. Absolutely playing it up every time their crews cross paths. Caling Izzy his "most beautiful instrument" and a "masterwork". Commandeering Jackie's barroom to play violin while Izzy sings for him. murdering someone for "backing vocals"
And like. It's not *nice*, sure. But that's not what "hate" looks like on the internet. That's just people expressing their feelings using swear words.
It's a weird time we live in that people can say this stuff about an ostensible celebrity and he'll actually see itβ
We've been told to kys, that we deserve to be abused by our intimate partners, that we should be r*ped.
The things being pointed out as "hate" to djenks (ignoring valid criticism entirely) is stuff like
"Fuck you"
"You're a c*nt"
"What the fuck was that?"
#OFMD
#Twtfic
: Izzy trying to be nice to Stede. Stede trying to earn Izzy's respect. Two bristley boys just trying to get along, and somewhat succeeding.
and there's definitely an aspect of parasocial familiarity in there, but Dienks honestly encouraged that with how he interacts with the fandom.
idk
There definitely have been some more questionable QRTs, but the vast majority, if you strip out the ""bad words"" β
#OFMD
twtfic: the first time Roach gets sick and can't cook, Stede's crew act like they're gonna starve. Izzy steps in to be the cook for the day and they all act like he's going to *poison* them, driving him to the edge of a nervous breakdown.
Maybe just a touch of Rizzy?
Aight, inspired by
@dreamingofmiami
I'm starting my own little!Izzy fic.
Hope y'all enjoy!
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Izzy stands looking over the maindeck in the dim twilight as the captains and crew gather for storytime. He tries to tell himself that it's stupid, a waste of time.
@yeeyeemtv
Bug I have a fic I've been meaning to write with a similar idea! Except in mine, Izzy deliberately stayed behind on a botched raid to make sure everyone else got away safely. He winds up pinned to the deck of a sinking ship w/ a sword through his shoulder after the crew took off
He certainly couldn't deny the appeal now, with Izzy so sweet and pliant in his arms, looking up at him through his lashes.
"Izzy," he asked softly, "may I kiss you?"
Izzy didn't answer, just grabbed the collar of his flannel pajama shirt and pulled him down into kissing range.
@KissingPirates
Izzy goes on a raid a couple minths later and crinkles every time he moves because all of his pockets are full of kind notes and drawings from his crew and he treasures every one of them
He reaches out to touch it, and sees that what he had thought was quilting are actually pockets full of sand, or some other similar material.
"This one weighs about thirty pounds."
"That's a pretty fucking heavy blanket."
It was easily the size of a queen bed, and loaded with so many pillows and blankets it actually took him a second to spot Izzy amongst them. He was curled into a little ball under a large gray quilt of some sort, peering out from under it at his visitor with darkly ringed eyes.
"Look, there's no *way* they'd just leave us all night if it weren't important. The only thing I can think of that'd be that important is if they found Izzy. This *has* to be a good sign."
@RebsTweet
But she didn't make any attempts to apologize, and no one else in the crowd / none of the event organizers checked in with him as he was leaving. They just sucked.
(Don't buy Huffy bikes)
He feels a bit... Excited? He hasn't gotten an actual text from anyone besides Ed and Stede in years. It means that Roach actually meant all the things he had said. It meant that Roach really did want to be his friend. It's nice.
[From: Izzy Handsβ Well... The thing that would help the most is if we could have JUST the music or JUST the tv and not both at once.]
[But I really don't want to spoil anyone's fun.]
[From: Roachβ Nah, I think that's a pretty reasonable request.]
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"Oh my GOD!"
"What happened?"
"Roach just offered to take him SOUP!"
"Whoa. He's going to Izzy's place??"
"No way! There's no way THE Izzy Hands is letting anyone in his apartment, are you kidding me??"
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@KUMSUCK
OKAY SO
in terms of like
actual manga / anime / other similar media, I'm lawful neutral.
But I am also 10000000000000% Chaotic Radical because wrasslin is gay as fuck
[From: Izzy Handsβ Yeah, sorry. Just woke up.]
He yawns, stretches his legs, and winces as he feels one of his calves dangerously close to cramping. He's still dehydrated from last night.
[To be honest, I'm not really sure what to put on the list.]
"How about chives and scallions? Specifically the green parts."
"I used to think scallion greens didn't taste like anything at all, but I quite enjoy them, now."
"Well then, I think you'll enjoy lemongrass," he says, already mowing through it.
Lucius taps over into the group chat to see if he's missed anything and catches sight of [Izzy Hands is typing...]
"Oh God, here we fucking go."
"What's up, babe?" Pete glances up from the game of PUBG he's playing to see what's irked his lover.
"Izzy's typing in the GC."
"He's supposed to be texting me a list of things we can do to make him more comfortable."
"Really? That's great!"
Roach smiles. "I told him you'd be more than happy to do whatever it takes to make him feel welcome."
"Of course I would! That's my Izzy!"
Izzy glanced furtively at Ed's face, then turned to look anywhere else. "We used'ta be friends... But... But I don't think Eddie likes me anymore."
"I do! I do like you, Iz!" Ed cried, sounding heartbroken. "I love you so much, mate, I really do!"
"They're your friends too, Izzy."
He scoffs. "Roach I may be socially inept, but I'm not an idiot. I know you all don't like me. I was surprised when you offered to bring me soup. But... You're just a kind person like that."
*Bwrr Bwrr*
Izzy feels more than hears his phone vibrate. Blearily opening his eyes, he fishes around in the covers and pillows until he finds it. After a moment of squinting for his eyes to adjust, he's finally able to read the text.
He leans over and tugs it free so Izzy can move unhindered and is considerably surprised by by how *heavy* it is.
"That's a hell of a blanket, man."
"Oh," Izzy says. "It's weighted." He holds out an elbow at roughly eye-level so that the blanket hangs where Roach can see.
"Damn, thirty? Mine's only fifteen!" Frenchie says, eyebrows quirked with surprise.
"You got one, too, Frenchie?"
"Yeah! Helps me sleep. Makes me feel more like my soul is attached to my body, if that makes sense."
"That absolutely does NOT make sense, Frenchie."
learned it from her dad, yadda yadda."
He easily finds a small pot in Izzy's very well-organized kitchen, which immediately casts Izzy in a more favorable light. If nothing else, he could appreciate a man who kept a clean kitchen.
"He's not! Roach is taking him soup!"
"Okayyy...?"
"ED. He's going to be *in* Izzy's apartment!"
"Whoa, wait, seriously?!" This brings Ed out of the kitchen, his black servers' apron tied around his waist. He leans over Pete to peer at Lucius' phone.
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He looked miserable, and Roach felt for him. Out of pity, he turns his attention back to the task at hand, chatting as he works with no expectation for Izzy to respond.
"This is an old family recipe. I learned it from my mom, who learned it from her mom, who
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"Oh, honey... Tell him I'm happy to put his chair in the corner! That's no trouble at all!"
"I told him you guys would be chill about it. Poor guy musta been worried about this shit forever."
"Aw, Iz..."
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"You put a lot of effort into keeping your place, like, clean and organized, huh? Does that cut down on the overwhelming, too?"
"I... Yeah, yeah it does."
"Have you ever thought about asking Stede and Ed to make things a little less stressful for you when you come over?"
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Pete had completely abandoned his quest for the chicken dinner and was hanging over the back of the couch to watch the chat over Lucius' shoulder.
"HOLY SHIT" they say in perfect unison.
[Usually during parties there's music playing, and the TVs on, and people are playing sounds on their phones, and everyone's having conversations all around me, and Ed's dog starts barking... It's overwhelming.]
He lays back on the bed and pulls the weighted blanket up to his chest, staring up at the ceiling to think.
[From: Izzy Handsβ Noise is the worst thing, I think.]
*Bwip*
Roach stops what he's doing and wipes the flour off of his hands on the towel tucked into his apron. He picks his phone up off the counter and swipes through his lock screen. His eyes scan the most recent message, and he frowns to himself.
[From: Roach β I'll throw some in a lunchbox and swing it by your place as soon as I get these rolls out of the oven.]
[From: Izzy Hands β Well... If you insist, I guess. Thank you.]
He hesitates a moment in front of the door. Izzy *had* said to just let himself in, but... To his knowledge no one had ever set foot in, or even seen the inside of Izzy Hands' apartment, and it seemed rude to be the first one on
He sets the cutting board atop the towel, presses down, and checks that it's good and stable.
"How spicy do you like things?" Roach asked. "Like on a zero to ten scale?"
"Er..." Izzy's voice held none of its usual confident, commanding tone. "Like... A seven?"
stuff that helps you? Or stuff that's particularly bad for you that we could cut out?" He slips an arm around Izzy's shoulders and gives them a light squeeze. "Let me help you. I *like* this Izzy. I want the others to get to meet him, too.
Roach nodded. "Higher than I expected from you, but I cam prepared for a ten, in case you wanted it extra mean."
He pulls a clean pair of black disposable gloves from somewhere in his knife roll, grabs a long red chili pepper from his supplies, and sets to slicing it.
For those who haven't seen it β YES they made him walk around in a sgitty prop knee crutch. Sometimes homemade is NOT fine.
+Closeups of the unicorn leg so you can see the general construction of the knee crutch part
'What if he's not texting because he thinks I was lying? I don't want him getting all up in his head about it... I mean, he kept this a secret from his *best friend* for how many years? He must be really worried about talking about it.'
Izzy had blushed outright at such high praise, and the party had laughedβ but not *at* him, not with any malice or derision. Someone had pulled out an empty chair and invited him to sit beside them, and he found himself the center of attention. He... didn't hate it.
No one (except, apparently, Stede and Ed) has the slightest idea why he keeps showing up if he hates parties so much. But... If he's being honest, besides being a bit of a grouchy party pooper with a short fuse, Izzy'd never done anything to harm anyone.
How do you feel about parsley?"
"It's quite good." Izzy replies, wringing his hands. "Ed thinks it tastes like grass. I think it's lovely."
"You've got a more refined palette than he does," Roach replies matter-of-factly. "What about cilantro?"