#omfd ed

he’s so babygirl

I’ve been rethinking about the importance of names and how they address each other in the show since I watched the French dubbing (a way to see the show yet another time but with little differences) and what I found very interesting is the fact that Stede and Ed are both using « vous » with each other : a sort of polite/stiff/formal « you » used amongst people who respect a certain hierarchy/elder/professors etc or that you don’t know enough to use the « tu » : the more intimate or familiar « you ». For example ed uses « tu » with everyone (including Izzy) because within his class, it would have been strange otherwise, except towards superiors in ranks or unfortunately higher class like his mom with her boss probably. Well everyone, except Stede.

On the contrary, Stede uses « tu » with no one except his crew (and yes that includes his wife and children) for the same reasons Edward uses the opposite : his higher class. What transpires between them with this choice is a deep respect even when they are joking with each other…

That is until a certain scene where Ed is saying : Ce qui me rend heureux c’est…toi. = What makes me happy is.. you (you guessed it not vous but tu).

And Stede of course replies :

Tu me rends heureux également. (You make me happy as well).

they proceed to use the tutoiement (using tu) for the rest of their dialogue which adds a very profound intimacy between them, even more so than the kiss, because a barrier has been lifted. What is heart wrenching is that when Stede is asking the petrified orange « how was your day, Edward? », in french he’s reverting to the « vous », indicating either that he knows he lost the privilege of addressing Edward with the closeness they finally achieved or that Ed’s too far away (in distance and emotion) and became a myth again, almost a figment of his imagination, more than a real man/friend/lover.

you wear fine things well. 💜

thinking about them and only them.

Edit by me!

I let my guard down, allowed myself to trust you and believe we could be something. But then you left. You were my lighthouse, the flame that was guiding me towards salvation, and suddenly went out.

I woke up from this dream, the illusion I clung to trying not to drown in an ocean of desperation, hoping my life would ever be something else. But it will never be.

The truth is I can’t be loved. And your absence just makes it all too real.