mcicioni-blog:

captain-flint:

Vane playing the harpsichord and annoying Flint ♥

It just occurred to me that there is a parallel between this moment and Abigail sitting at her piano on the morning of the “public trial” in Charlestown. Except that the roles are reversed, the person suffering is the player in one case and the listener in the other.

luminarai:

inkyland:

treasure island but everytime the notorious and supposedly dead captain flint is mentioned, there’s a cut to james flint mcgraw and his husband thomas hamilton living a happy gay life together and doing cute things.

“he was the bloodthirstiest buccaneer that sailed” 

– cut to flint finding his husband passed out on the sofa with a book and then carefully tucking him in w a blanket and a lil kiss to the temple –

 “blackbeard was a child to flint” 

– cut to flint repeatedly and incredibly gently removing a kitten as it crawls onto the kitchen counter to steal the fish he’s cooking  – 

“the spaniards were so prodigiously afraid of him that, i tell you, sir, i was sometimes proud that he was an englishman”

– cut to flint under a peach tree with his head in his husband’s lap, hand feeding him grapes in exchange for kisses –