Tag: black sails

microvision:

Sand has its virtues. On sand, nothing is fixed. Nothing is permanent. And fates change so quickly. Yesterday Captain Hornigold was immovable from that fort and Captain Vane was a beggar. Now look at them today. Yesterday I was a whore of little consequence, easily dismissed, easily forgotten. Today I am a madam with an income and allies and a woman who has learned the most important of lessons. Never let anyone stand in between you and your ambitions. Thank you for teaching it to me.

prouvaireafterdark:

theheirsofdurin:

Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves:

– Odysseus (Troy, 2004)

Okay so I’m having a lot of feelings about this gifset, like looking at it kinda makes me want to cry. All of it is so perfect, like

Charles Vane, the man who fought like hell against Britain’s tyranny, gave his life so that it would inspire others for years to come to continue that fight.

Jack Rackham, whose primary concern (after Anne’s welfare of course) is that over his name. He wants more than anything to be remembered, for his mark to be left on Nassau in one way or another long after he is gone.

John Silver, who is struggling to find himself in this world he never wanted to be a part of. Where he began is so very different to where he is now, and he has undergone a drastic transformation in order to survive. Future generations will ask: who was Long John Silver, the man behind the legend?

Anne Bonny, a fighter til the end, who took it upon herself to defy the expectations placed on her and thrive in a world largely dominated by men. She took to it well, and continues to place herself in danger to protect those she loves and fight for what she wants.

And James Flint, a man driven by love at his very core. The depths of his love for Thomas and Miranda have twisted his nature into one of vengeance and suffering. James McGraw was profoundly wronged by England, and it is Captain Flint’s determination and brutality that will see that wrong righted in his love’s name.

Thomas likes his baths boil-a-lobster hot (even before you know what happens), meaning every time he gets out of one his whole body is bright pink. James thinks it’s the cutest thing on the planet.

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jamesflintmcgrawhamilton:

james is so right 

His body hadn’t felt this relaxed in weeks, but his finger
pads were beginning to prune.

Thomas cracked one eye open and forced his head off the back
of the tub to look at them. They were pinkish as well. But the water was still
so warm and was making his very bones feel soft. The knock at the door cut
through his serenity and he groaned.

“Pardon my lord, but Mr. McGraw is here.”

Thomas smiled to himself. If he had been interrupted for any
other reason he might have yelled back a retort.

“Very good, Cedric. Show him up,” he said instead.

He knew he needed to get out of the tub and dress but…another
minute or two wouldn’t hurt.

And it wasn’t as though he’d be in his clothes very long
with James anyway.

Thomas wiggled a little and closed his eyes until he heard
the knock at the door. It used to be soft and polite when they had first
started seeing each other. Now it was strong and confident.

“Come.”

The door opened and closed and he opened his eyes to a
bemused James.

“How long have you been soaking this time, my lord?” James
asked with a wry grin.

“Too long, I’m sure,” said Thomas.

James approached the tub. He took in the sight of his lord—rather
lavaciously Thomas happily noted—but then he snorted.

“Thomas, there’s still steam
coming off the water.”

At last Thomas made his relaxed body move and sit, then
stand. James grabbed the bath towel.

“Thomas!” he exclaimed as his eyes traveled over Thomas’s
body. “You look like a sun-burnt raisin!”

Thomas glanced down at his body. Well, he was exceptionally pink. And wrinkled.
Everywhere.

“Hmm, perhaps I did have it a bit too warm this time…”

James stood there, not handing him the towel. His grin
turned amused, eyebrows raised.

“Oh you find this funny, do you?” asked Thomas, indignant
but feigning it just a little.

“Well look at you!” said James. He waved the towel at him as
if it were a fan. “You need to cool down first.”

“You scoundrel. Give me that!”

James chuckled as Thomas yanked the towel from him and dried
off. When he was through he discarded it and moved to the bed but James
intercepted him. He wrapped both his arms around Thomas and pecked a kiss to
his lips. Thomas melted a little.

“It was a bit too
hot,” Thomas admitted, looking at James coquettishly through his lashes.

James cocked his head and sucked in his bottom lip. He
released Thomas, who then flopped down dramatically on the bed, limbs spread
out.

“James?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t you dare laugh but…would you mind fanning me again?”

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