Tag: miranda barlow

capblacksails:

OP tags:
#there’s something about this little scene i love#no dialogue etc but still#first of all eleanor on a horse of course#i had completely forgotten#and miranda doing hard manual labour for her household#all on her own#what a difference that must have been to her luxurious life in london

tags from who i reblog:
#this gifset has so many of the things#I AM PERMANENTLY EMOTIONAL ABOUT#Miranda fucking Hamilton#who learnt to draw water from wells#and grow a thriving vegetable garden#like jesus i cannot even comprehend what it must have been like for her#and god this woman has strength and courage that i cannot even imagine#someone who learnt to remain sane and pragmatic in the face#of the complete deconstruction of her life#and ON THE OTHER SIDE#Eleanor fucking Guthrie#in her leather jacket#fighting to take control#of a world that has told her from day one#THAT SHE IS NOT ENOUGH#I LOVE ALL THE WOMEN IN THIS SHOW TO BITS AND PIECES#BUT THESE TWO ARE THE ONES I WILL DEFEND TO THE DEATH

lesbiannebonny:

i want to see this whole goddamn city

– this city that you purchased with our misery – burn. i want to see you hanged, on the very gallows you’ve used to hang men for crimes far slighter than this. i want to see that noose around your neck and i want to pull the fucking lever with my own two hands!

anationofthieves:

“Strange. You and I have never shared more than a few words, and yet, I feel like we’re old friends.”
“Do you?”
“Of course. James talks about you all the time – Captain Flint. He’s told me what you’ve accomplished in this place, with those men; in spite of them. It’s no small feat, and I admire it.”
“Do you know what he told me about you?“
”What’s that?“
“Nothing. When I ask him, all I get is a shrug, or a laugh, or an innocent suggestion that he has a longtime companion; her name is Barlow and nothing more. Is that possible? Is it possible that you’re so unremarkable as to resist any further description than that?”
“Certainly possible.”