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Kayla #saveOFMD🏴‍☠️
@ironstrangle.bsky.social
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OFMD forever. We are crew for life. 36. She/her. Multishipper and total softie.
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Same venue. Eight years apart.
Andrew McMahon on an inflatable llama in his crowd. Andrew McMahon on an inflatable duck
November 23, 2025 at 8:46 PM
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His face melts me every time.
A curled up black and white cat with his face mushed into a blanket
November 11, 2025 at 4:41 AM
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Jim/Zheng - New Territory

archiveofourown.org/works/73948636

#garlicsoup for feed 🧄🍲
November 10, 2025 at 2:25 AM
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Like look and be healed.
November 9, 2025 at 11:09 PM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
can we just ignore shit stirring and look at this? Love y’all.
Ed and Stede in the post to end all poses. The love.
November 9, 2025 at 11:08 PM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
My motivation today has been zero. Period is so heavy I don’t want to move. Literally me all afternoon:
From s2 e4 of OfMD. Ed dealing with his feelings like most of us - head under blanket while Stede watches in concern. Caption is fuck off. Go away.
November 8, 2025 at 10:06 PM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
This is such a good look.
November 8, 2025 at 9:43 PM
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It was a “give Rambo a treat” kind of night.
A black and white cat eating a lollipop shaped treat
November 5, 2025 at 3:54 AM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
New friend from @cannibalxing.bsky.social crossed the entire country in less than three days.

Look at him!
An adorable crocheted frog An adorable crocheted frog with a sticker of Ed dressed in Halloween gear
November 4, 2025 at 2:48 AM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
Now this is a kind of immaturity I can get behind.
November 1, 2025 at 12:46 AM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
I hate it.
From Rhys’ insta story.
November 1, 2025 at 12:36 AM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
She’s so pretty!
It’s hard to tell but it’s on my inner calf area.
A white leg with a tattoo of a multicolored moth and a moon and star Same leg but the tattoo is closer.
October 31, 2025 at 11:05 PM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
Okay, I'm really bored today. And I'm a multi-shipper.
October 29, 2025 at 10:00 PM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
I’ve gotten into the habit of watching Bob’s Burgers before bed and apparently Rambo’s enjoying it.
October 25, 2025 at 4:13 AM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
This is so eerie and I love it!
October 24, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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Me:
October 17, 2025 at 6:07 AM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
I've decided I don't want to drive a car anymore.
I had a dead battery yesterday.
Today I have a screw in my tire.

I think it may be a curse.

I swear I didn't find any suit.
October 16, 2025 at 9:59 PM
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October 15, 2025 at 9:46 PM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
So, I had a paramedic AU for AUgust but never finished it in time.
#garlicsoup

archiveofourown.org/works/72439536
October 14, 2025 at 6:36 PM
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Zheng/Archie/Olu/Jim + Ed + Sex Pollen

I'd love to write a sequel or second chapter to this someday, but I thought I'd share what I had for today's kinktober date!

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/71959581
October 5, 2025 at 11:34 PM
ironstrangle.bsky.social
I love this! Here’s one I got right away
October 5, 2025 at 4:25 PM
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CW: Death of a family member, grief. Jim finds out their nana has passed.

Sorry for this one.

#TealOranges #garlicsoup
“It’s fine.” Jim’s jaw is tight and they look at Olu like they want to attack him. It’s been a really long time since he’s seen that look, nearly feral and cornered. He understands it, though, because grief sucks. It bites into you and you lose yourself… “Jim, it’s okay if it’s not.” “Do you know what she’d say if she saw me cry?” Jim asks, their lip curled upward. “She’d laugh and remind me that la vida es dolor. She’d go, oh, child, an old woman died. Old women die all the time. Why the tears?” “Yeah, she had some issues with proper emotions.” Jim looks up at his joke and at least they smile. It’s a tiny, tired smile, but it’s a smile all the same. It’s a relief to see Jim smile when he knows they’re devastated, broken, because, well, a smile is a promise that they can make it through anything, that things will be better soon. “I guess she did. Never knew how to deal with someone caring about her.” “Well, luckily she had someone who did. We’re going back there, right?” Jim looks at him and he can see the discomfort in their eyes. As much as he liked Jim’s Nana in the brief time that they met, Oluwande can’t help be a little irrated at her. Which is kind of rude, because she’s dead and you’re not supposed to be angry at dead people. “I guess we should go back…” Jim says, shifting uncomfortably. “I mean, I’m sure the padres have already taken care of everything that she needs, but…” Olu understands. He nods and then pats Jim on the back. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll talk to the captain. We’ll get ourselves there.” “Thank you, Olu.” “Always.” Because life may be pain, but this is what you do when the person you love is grieving. You persist, together.
October 2, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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@tragicallynerdy.bsky.social
You just made my day 😭
October 1, 2025 at 11:28 PM
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Just a little ficlet for today. - Stabbing / Dissociation
CW: Stabbing, fear of death.
Ed has been stabbed before. He looks down at the wound, however, and realizes that it’s — not good this time. There’s pain, so much pain, and it radiates through his stomach to his back in a lightning bolt. “Fuck…” It’s all he can say, because this is really, really bad. He falls to his knees, and then suddenly he’s on the ground and he’s not entirely sure how he got there, and his face, pressed into the dirt, feels numb. He reaches a hand up and brushes the rocks from his cheek, his hand coming back bloodied. Okay, so the first step has to be getting up, right? He hoists himself up but finds that is too hard. He growls low, under his breath and then rolls onto his side; that, at least, might be a start to getting up and moving. Everything hurts, and his head is spinning, and this is…not good. There’s a weird feeling settling in, and he can’t handle it. It’s like his mind is sort of drifting away from his body, leaving it behind. Is this what dying feels like? Ed has come close to dying many, many times, but he hasn’t reached the point of actually dying before, and it scares him. “No, no way am I dying,” he says out loud and finds that the words sort of disappear into the air. “I mean, come on. All the shit I’ve been through and I die like this?” Then, he remembers that death isn’t fair. Death doesn’t have to be dramatic or fitting of a person’s status or what they’ve been through. No, death can come in the stupidest of ways. He groans, tilts his head to the side and looks for Stede, because if he dies, at least he cannot die without Stede there to say goodbye. He feels arms around him. “Ed, I got you.” He has to hope he’s not dying tonight.
October 1, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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Digital hugs 🫂 and here’s the face that gets me through life.
A black and white cat gazing at the 📸 The same black and white cat with a poofy belly sprawled out on a pink blanket
September 30, 2025 at 6:55 AM