#Again… captain long John silvers IS CHANG

[ssreeder]

Fun fact, did you know in some deleted lines in Treasure Planet its revealed that Dr. Doppler gave birth to their kids not Captain Amelia 👀

omg I just fact checked this & YOURE SO RIGHT WTF DISNEYYYYY COME ON YALL ITS NOT TOO RISQUÉ ARGHHHH!!! ITS ALIEN BABY-MAKING COME ONNNNNN

Treasure planet is such a gem and this fact makes it even more of a gem

[smokeysweater]

Masterlist It had been a good arrangement so far. You and John I mean, it had been pretty comfortable since you originally applied for the ad, it still baffled you that nobody else wanted this, 250 pounds every two weeks, to live in a nice house in the gorgeous countryside, with a roommate who is barely here. Even when John is here, he’s civil and nice. Doesn’t talk to you unless needed, using the sweetest of nicknames when he does as well. ” hey sweetheart, I’m about to run to the grocery store, ya need anything?” ”let me just squeeze right past you, doll” ” Thanks for the dinner love, it's delicious as always.” His voice, that deep, smooth British tone mixed with the most knee-dropping nicknames, it’s a wonder how you’ve survived this long with him invading your mind every time you go to bed. so it was a good thing you two had going on, he left for months on end, leaving you with the house you barely paid rent for, you’ve seen the bill, you know it’s not 250 pounds, that barely scraps it. You’ve tried confronting him about it, but he just hit you right back with a “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, just let me handle it.” …yeah you didn’t fight back against that one. honestly, before you realise it, three years have passed, 3 nice years of having a giant, beautiful house in the countryside all by yourself with a sometimes roommate and only paying dirt for rent, and you might be the luckiest person you know. it had occurred to you one day however, since it had been three years since you’ve started living with John, or as you’ve heard some people call him, Captain Price, that you two were common law.So, you thought it was at least a little funny, so you brought it up one day. You had been waiting for a week when he was home, it had been a bit since he got back, you decided now would be the moment to tell him, with you two sitting at the dining table eating a dinner John had prepared for you two The utensil’s that clattered and Clinked against the plates filled the mostly silent room, there was no tension against you two, just happy to let the quiet fill the air, so you took this as an oppuritinty to tell the older man.  “Hey John,” you spoke, prompting him to look up, baby blue eyes peering up at you, threatening to still your very being. “You know, since it’s been three years since we’ve lived together, we’re technically in a common law marriage now, funny right? I mean you're barely here but the kingdom decides we’re ‘married’” You chuckled, putting air quotations at the married part, you didn’t look Price in the eyes when you said this, focusing on the plate in front of you. so you were unable to see the way his eyes darkened, how his knuckles seemed to whiten with how tightly he gripped his knife and fork. His breathing silently froze for a moment, but the moment you looked back up again, he went back to normal, as if to hide what motions exactly ran through him like a fright train. ” that so?.. spouse we should do something to celebrate, huh doll?” Price asked, in the hushed velvety tone he always carried when talking to you. you shrugged, uncaring. “I mean, we don’t have to, I don’t think it matters, we’re not married.” You reminded Price casually, too preoccupied to see the way Price twitched at that.

”I suppose not.” He mumbled back.

That small moment set off a chain of events that would change your relationship for the better or worse.

the next morning, you felt stranger than usual, it felt.. weird, and wrong. But, naive ol’ you, shrugged it off, getting up for the day, but when you looked down at you beside the table to grab your phone, you noticed something. curiously, you picked up a ring, a pretty little thing, the red gem glinting bright in the Sun, the silver band attached to it feeling smooth and cool against your skin. next to it, was a small note. ’Hey sweetheart. Had to leave early, I’ll be back, I promise, I got you something for Our marriage, Hope you like it. Be back soon To Mx Price. Love, John Price’ what the fuck.

[wexhappyxfew]

oh goodness, what about soft john and annie with "it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break." ?

AH HELLO!!!!! first of all; a massive thank you for sending this prompt in and for stopping by the askbox!!! it is so greatly appreciated in my lil corner of the world. and second - SOFT JOHN AND ANNIE!!!! coming *right* up! this was such a good prompt for them and i immediately saw it and was like - i need to do this Right. Now. and here we are! sincerest thank you's for this! please enjoy! <3

cold hands

(a/n): annie x brady girlies i am in shambles over this please know. a whole lot of annie's internal monologue and how greatly she is affected by her traumatizing youth - and her struggle to break free from that. and brady is a part of that healing process <3 annie bradshaw you will always be famous girl - never change! :D

Seeing him sat there, head bowed, body completely frozen had to be one of the worst feelings she had experienced in a long time.

And she'd grown up with a mother who hardly had wanted a thing to do with her, much less take care of the children that were in her care.

A part of Annie saw him as a little boy for the first time, in a way. Knowing that behind this strong facade of an Air Force Captain, who had flown B-17s all over Europe, over Germany, down to Africa, training his heart out, there was still that little boy who lived inside of him.

Annie stood in the doorway of the empty bunk room, entirely unsure of her next moves.

She was her own command pilot, a Lieutenant!

She'd gone through hell and back in her youth, gone through training where she was viewed as nothing more than the bottom of the barrel, fighting her way to both be respected and viewed as a pilot in the Air Force, and equally gone through constant doubt, grief and dismissal because of the fact she was a woman. She'd gone through multiple ranges of situations she'd been lost and confused in; but she'd found a way. She had commanded Silver Bullets on nearly 20 missions, risking her life day in and day out, she'd shown herself in every possible light and proven herself time and time again.

Yet, in this moment, she had no idea what to do.

She was usually great at this; dealing with her little siblings, answering their questions as to why Mommy was in bed again, or where Dad was, or why they didn't have anything for breakfast - yeah, that'd been easy, she'd gotten good at it.

Enough to convince herself that it almost wasn't true (even though it was).

This though? She couldn't stop standing there and looking at him and seeing nothing but that young boy.

Annie took a tentative step forward and it didn't take him even less than a second to look up from the ground and towards her, his hardened gaze immediately growing gentle at the sight of her there in the threshold, his white knuckles releasing the built-up tension that had been there previously.

She didn't miss the reddening hand-mark on his cheek or the bruising underneath his eye - something Bucky had warned her about before going in - she did miss him though.

Even if he was right there in front of her, she'd miss him. Those weeks apart, knowing he was here and she was back in Thorpe Abbotts - that had been enough for her heart to pull into two.

"Hey," she said, her voice quiet, immediately splitting the silence in the room into two, as a small smile darted onto her face, "was looking for you." Brady watched her, his eyes, which had turned soft and delicate like they always did when watching her, darted across her face, as if searching for a hidden wound he couldn't uncover. The corners of his lips rose upwards the slightest bit, the smile tight of his face as he sat up a bit straighter. He was always sitting up straighter, putting on the brave face, trying to do things for her instead of himself.

"Everyone's outside." she said when he didn't say anything - which, admittedly, had made her heart hurt a bit, "The sun came out. It may be gone before you know it." Annie watched Brady's face; she was getting to the point of noticing even the most minute of details about his facial expressions, down to the shifting of his eyes, the way his eyebrow would twitch, even when the corner of his mouth darted upwards or downwards depending on the mood.

She remembered when she was younger and her parents would get into a fight - Annie, at the peak age of 13 - would be shuffling her siblings off to bed, her older brother, Roy, still at work, playing peacemaker with fire and water. She could get to the point when she knew a fight would start - her mother's lip twitch, the blank look in her eye that slowly shifted to despair and guilt. Her father half alive on his feet, yelling about the bills and the house and that damn leaky faucet. She could picture those faces in her mind. Even sensing the slightest change in someone's face made her go into fight-or-flight; she was trying to get better at it.

"Annie." She blinked. Shifting her gaze towards Brady, he was slowly standing to his feet from the bunk, his tall frame coming towards her as he gently placed his hands on her arms, getting a good look at her face as if she was under a light.

"You okay?" he asked her, that worrying look immediately crossing his face like it always did. Annie looked up at him and nodded quickly.

"I should be asking you that," she said softly back to him, the corner of her lip perking upwards again in an attempt at a smile, "are you okay?" Brady watched her and nodded.

"Yeah," he said quietly, "just needed a minute to sit, ya know?" She watched him. "Keep my mind thinking, things like that." Annie quirked out a grin at him.

"Whatcha thinking about?" she asked him, her voice lighthearted as she gazed up at him with that softened gaze even she knew she used on him when it was just them, alone. That got Brady grinning wide, his usual smile a natural comfort to her at this point.

"C'mon, you can tell me," Annie said softly, leaning towards him, tilting her chin upwards with a smile, "I'm being serious."

"Just….things," he said, incredibly nonchalantly and off-handedly, catching her gaze and grinning slightly, "why are you still giving me that look?" Annie smiled at him, relishing the closeness of him, the feel of his hands on her arms, that look in his eyes, him simply there, staring right back at her.

Moments like this she reveled in and drank up. Because in her life, no one had ever taken the time to care for someone like her in a situation like this. She had always worried about the kids, her parents (despite their blunders) and especially Roy who had worked himself nearly to death for the Bradshaws. Now, someone was stood here, caring for her.

She couldn't help but wonder what went on in their brain.

"How'd you get that?" Annie asked him quietly, nodding to his slightly bruising cheek, the faint redness following. She watched him expectantly and held his gaze as he watched her back.

"I talked back. To the Germans, I don't know....I shouldn't have." Brady said quietly, "I hear the way they talk sometimes, Annie. Just….couldn't keep it in this go-round." Annie watched him, before slowly bringing her hand towards his cheek before hesitating. Brady smiled shakily.

"It's okay," he said with a hint of a smile, "you can touch me." He grinned wider, more genuinely. "I won't break." Annie softly encapsulated his bruising cheek in her hand, her thumb brushing against the fragile reddening skin on his cheek and met his gaze again.

"I could try and get you some ice," Annie said quietly, her mind spinning to get an idea going in her head, "or….I don't know, freeze water or something. It's cold as hell here anyway." Brady chuckled at her words and melted a bit more into her touch.

"I'd be fine just like this," he told her with another smile, "are your hands always this cold?" Annie let out a small laugh at his words and brought her other hand up to hold his other cheek, her thumbs brushing against his slightly stubbled cheeks, her touch evidently one of comfort for the both of them.

This.

Whatever this was between them. Holding each other like this, looking at each other like this, being this close without any sort of expectation or explanation.

"Considering how cold it has been outside," Annie started softly, "I wouldn't be too surprised. I did grow up where we were constantly snowed-in in the winter."

"That doesn't mean you need to have cold hands," Brady said softly, bringing his own hands up from her arms and layering his own hands over her own, grasping gently around her wrists and dancing his fingers over her exposed skin, peaking out past the cuffs on her coat, "this'll heal up in no time." Annie gave him a look.

"I'm getting you ice still," Annie said quietly, tilting her head to the side, the feel of his, admittedly, very warm hands, over her own, making her body ache for every part of him in more ways than one - along with the need to take care of him, "no ifs, ands, or buts about it, got it?" She caught that look on his face that told her that he was about to brush himself off again.

"I see that look."

"What?" Brady said with a small smile, as she tapped her thumbs lightly against his cheeks again, "You're reminding me a lot of my mom right now, Annie." Annie watched him, with a smile that warmed up her entire being.

"I had enough little siblings to take care of," Annie said, watching him with an almost more sorrowful look in her eyes than intended, "I guess taking care of others is what I do best." Brady's smile fell the slightest bit, and the room seem to turn into both a stale-air and stilled environment.

"You're the best at a lot of things you do, An, you know that." Brady said - his questioning sounding more like an adamant statement.

And this is why John Brady meant more to her than most - he seemed to notice those moments that she fell back on herself or undermined whatever accomplishments or bettering for herself that she might get.

He always reminded her of who she was.

"A damn good pilot, you could give me a run for my money any day," Brady said with a small, light-hearted chuckle, his fingers still dancing over her exposed wrists, over the few scars that were still there and scabbing, "and you know how to make the perfect cup of coffee." Annie let out a laugh she couldn't hold back. "It's true!"

"You just want a good cup of coffee, huh?"

"Annie." Brady said, almost adoringly as he watched her, his hands still on her wrists and cold hands, "I'll take the ice."

"Good!" Annie exclaimed with an uncontrollable grin on her cheeks, before standing to her tiptoes and bringing Brady's head to her lips, a soft kiss pressed to his forehead, something so damn maternal that she wasn't sure if she was even in her right mind, "I'll go get one of those metal tins. Fill it up." She looked at him with a smile. "And we'll get you healing up with that ice pack." Brady watched her with a slightly halted and dazed look in his eyes, gazing at her like she was a shining light.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"You don't have to butter up to me, John," Annie said, brushing her thumbs across his cheeks again in a soothing manner, "I'd do it either way." She grinned. Brady watched her and grasped her hands tighter this time; firmer, more confidently.

"Really though, An," he said softly, "you're really amazing." Annie watched him for a moment, her eyes searching his, trying to figure out a way to respond to his words without sounding like a complete, wordless idiot.

Because standing there, she wanted to tell him the same thing right back.

Even more so.

He was beyond amazing - if there was even a word to describe someone like him that was beyond words a dictionary could provide.

"You're pretty amazing yourself, John," she whispered back, a tiny voice in her head telling her to accept his words, "thank you." He smiled at her. Beyond amazing, she thought in her head, way beyond anything her mind could conjure.

[steelbluehome]

The Winter Soldier

I just found this thread on Reddit.

effdot•2y ago

It bums me out a little that a lot of fans of Captain America don't know what a 'Winter Soldier' is, aside from the name in Marvel comics.

Winter Soldier has a deep meaning to U.S. armed forces and U.S. history. It's a term with roots in the revolutionary war. A summer soldier was someone who could only be counted on when times were fair; they would only fight when things were easy. But a winter soldier was loyal, steadfast and true; they would fight when things were hard, like the soldiers who stayed on duty during the horrific winter at Valley Forge.

The name also has a connection to John Kerry and other Vietnam veterans who spoke out against the Vietnam war, and atrocities they witnessed or were ordered to commit. John Kerry was a straight-edge soldier from a wealthy military family, and he enlisted in the U.S. Navy reserves in 1966. He was awarded the silver star and the bronze star during his service in Vietnam.

By 1970, Kerry was an anti-war activist, and he and other soldiers organized 'the winter soldier hearings,' where they gave space for fellow Vietnam Veterans to talk about U.S. war atrocities in Vietnam. They called themselves Winter soldiers to emphasize their loyalty to the U.S., and to tell people that their speaking out was their duty as loyal soldiers, and even presented their testimony to Congress.

The superhero character of Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, embodies both of these historic pieces. Bucky is loyal and sticks around for a hard-fight, like the Winter Soldiers of the 1770s. Bucky has witnessed and committed atrocities, but worked to rectify those mistakes and speak up, like the Winter Soldiers of the 1970s.

His name is a badge of honor in our world, and in his world, he's done more than enough to redeem the name and place it in the same honor as other winter soldiers of the past.

That's why I hope they never change it.

ILikeClefairy•2y ago

My dumbass: “He’s the winter soldier bc Russia is cold.”

effdot•2y ago

Ed Brubaker, the writer who revived Bucky as the Winter Soldier during his run on the Captain America comics, was inspired by the Vietnam hearings I mentioned. He felt that characters introduced in the Captain America comics needed to have a political component to them. He learned about the connection to Thomas Paine (whose writings about summer soldiers inspired the idea of winter soldiers, and also Vietnam Veterans Agains the War), and loved the name more. He then connected that to his idea of the Soviet Army finding Bucky's dead body in the waters of the arctic, and also with his idea that Bucky would be frozen after his special missions, and Winter Soldier stuck.

So, yeah, the name is partly because of the cold, but it was the Vietnam hearings I mentioned that was the initial inspiration.

But you got right to the point, you aren't a dumbass, the only thing shown on screen is a frozen soldier and Soviets, what else would an audience think? I wish Disney and Marvel Films would just go one more step and talk about the real winter soldiers.

A lot of them are still alive, and a part of me hopes they live long enough for a superhero pop culture tentpole movie to honor them. They spoke out when Nixon was President, and it was incredibly dangerous for them to do so -- but they did it anyway.

And it feels like to me that no one knows in the U.S. anymore, because it feels like there's no way to explain or to reach people. But if Marvel Films mentioned a little of this, I think it would do some good for some real people.

Reddit thread

Learn the History of the Term “Winter Soldier” and Why Ed Brubaker Used the Name in Captain America by Glen Tickle

Winter Soldier Investigation - Wikipedia

Winter Soldier (1972 documentary)

American Crisis (No. 1) by Thomas Paine "Summer soldier"

I still would like it if he took on the name White Wolf, but now I don't mind if he remains the Winter Soldier.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hi how are you so I been thinking how would all the Disney villains react to a someone who believes everyone deserves a second chance and decides to open an hotel to redeem Disney villains

Hi! ^^ A Charlie Morningstar-esque reader would be really interesting! There are definitely Disney Villains would really love that... if only because it gives them another chance to do Horrible Things, abusing the reader's faith in them 😅 Some would really try, though, I think ^^ If reader was able to convince them they could. I'm not gonna do them all but here are some that jumped out at me! If you wanna talk about a few in particular, you're welcome to come back and ask! ^^

Captain Hook for SURE!! would go for this. He'd be so tired of constantly chasing after Peter and getting hurt, humiliated, and beat. He'd give it an honest try, I think. Or maybe a couple.

Frollo would do it (If it was this or hell), but as we all know- he thinks he was Just the whole time, anyway. So he thinks he'll just glide through the program... he's gonna be a lotta work.

Dr Facilier is a gambler and an addict-- so I can see him giving this a not-so-honest try. He thinks, if he can convince you he's changed, he can escape his friends wrath. Redeem himself to them. All the while convincing you that he's changing. Keep an eye on him!

Rourke thinks this is bullshit, but its better then hell (or wherever the Disney villains go when they're beat. I sometimes imagine a Disney Villain Prison/containment centre like the SCP foundation XD ) so, what the hell. He'll give it a try, even if he does roll his eyes the entire time. He might stumble into a redemption... after a while. But greedy is hard to iron out. The Stabbington brothers and Lady Tremaine have the same thought process; the twins think 'what the hell', and she's too tired and bored to fight your ridiculous idea.

Maleficent is convinced she Is Who She Is, but if you wanna give it a try to redeem her, sure~ Might be entertaining. Oogie also joins for the fun of it XD

The Evil Queen plainly thinks its a waste of time- and anyone who thinks it'll work, or thinks they can Beat The System, is a fool. Sykes thinks the idea is laughable.

Here are the ones who think they can manipulate the system, convince you they've changed their ways, and get free just to do worse things:

Scar, Shere Khan, Clayton, Hades, the Toon Patrol (Smartass' idea- he's gonna have his hands full trying to keep Psycho under control though XD Wheezy, too, if you try and take his cigarettes), Goob (Except he is Actually Redeemed along the way🤣 He's kinda like Sir Pentious), Governor Ratcliffe, Hans (He fooled people once, he figures. He can do it again, no problem), maybe Jafar (Though really who is gonna believe him?? He wasn't all that convincing when he was the sultans most trusted adviser- the sultan was just too optimistic and trusting 😅), Long John Silver (See Goob. Difference is that while Goob is redeemed totally by surprise on his end- Silver feels it coming and is So frustrated XD Blast that soft heart of his), Mother Gothel, Prince John and Sir Hiss, Ratigan, Queen Narissa, the Queen of Hearts, Ursula and Yzma (Though- like Jafar- who is gonna believe those two?? 😂)

[jaynovz]

Madi Fic Rec List

Well hello again! I’ve been compiling this list for quite awhile, but I finally sat down to finish it. 

To me, Madi is characterized by this strict balance between her fiery spirit and the poise she must display as someone raised from birth to be a leader, to be royalty. She’s wicked smart, but also desperately young and inexperienced. She’s thoughtful and conscientious, but with an underlying desire to just go, explore the world, be part of something big, and effect change for her people.

Anyway I just love Madi a lot, and these are some of my favorite stories featuring her in the fandom. They’ve been helpfully categorized into sub-sections! 

Enjoy~~

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Madi-centric:

Burial at sea by le_mru:

Summary: Two years after Skeleton Island, Madi sets out to find Flint and recover the treasure for the Maroon community, Flint is adjusting to a life after death, and Silver interferes as usual.

in a vault of starlight by whimsicalimages:

Summary: The distance between Nassau and Savannah can be measured as: six hundred and thirteen nautical miles, five thousand pounds’ worth of pearls, or four extraordinary lifetimes.

Alternatively: in the aftermath, Madi writes her own story.

Lightbringer Verse by ElDiablito_SF:

Summary: After failing to fix her relationship with Silver, Madi sets off to find Captain Flint again.

i’m a black ocean leaping and wide by loosedindecember:

Summary: “I am going to Jamaica,” she tells Long John Silver, pirate-killer and pirate king, “and I will have my war after all. And you are going to help me.”

Madi gets her war, and a life beyond war, too.

Quid Pro Quo by annbonny:

Summary: "Trust is a strong word, particularly pertaining to pirates.

She trusts John Silver, but with every day that passes, she is gradually realising that he may not always be around. If Flint ends up killing him- or more likely, she suspects, they kill each other- who will guarantee that the alliance will hold? What is to keep Teach from wiping out her and her people when he feels they inconvenience him?”

OR: Madi adjusts to her role as queen. It is a steep learning curve.

armed with the past and the will by whimsicalimages:

Summary: The language of winning and losing, this language that men favor – Madi can speak this language, though she disagrees with its precepts. Success takes different forms, and failing once does not mean failing forever. It does not even mean failing the next time.

lacuna by doomcountry:

Summary: Madi loves him, and that is her misery. She hates him, too, and the two are at war without ceasing in her breast; the torment, now, after sixteen years together all told, is that it has all dulled, all settled out like water undisturbed.

SilverMadi:

Where There Is Great Love by stele3:

Summary: A brief interlude in the Tether series that jumps back in time to...establish certain things.

“Do you not have a comb?”

Twitching with surprise, Silver turns. The princess—Madi—stands on the shoreline, only a few feet away. Silver quickly glances around and finds her bodyguard standing back near the treeline. Kofi, that’s his name. (Stoic man, much taller than Silver, always has a knife and knows how to use it. Silver would need the captain or Billy with him to survive an encounter.)

He smiles for the princess. “I fear that would only make the problem worse. We had little to eat in the doldrums, and that made all of this quite breakable.” He gestures to his hair but lets his hand trail longer through the air. Better that she think them weak and easily overcome. If his own body is to be a metaphor, well, at least he finds it apt.

Love and Kindness by Wildehack:

Summary: “This is insulting,” John complains, as Madi fastens the shackles around his wrists, looping a chain through to the hook in the bulwark above his bed. “I’m not rabid.”

(Or: the inevitable sex-pollen AU.)

anything for your queen by urca:

Summary: the Silvermadi pegging fic, as promised!

lover please do not fall to your knees by lucystonersix:

Summary: Despite themselves, despite everything, Madi and Silver fall in love. Missing scenes, with spoilers only through the end of season 3.

Into the Blue Blue Sea by Magnetism_bind:

Summary: Madi slowly realizes she's drawn to the pirate with the blue eyes.

FlintMadi:

Maybe in Another Life by samedifference61:

Summary: At the rail of a ship James doesn’t command, they stand shoulder to shoulder.

"John still thinks you’re dead,” James states, because it’s something that needs to be said aloud before they continue.

With eyes unblinking toward the rolling sea, Madi says, “And he still thinks you should be dead.”

James’ lip curls in anger. The wounds of betrayal are too fresh for either to say anymore.

your legs are the north star by jaynovz:

Summary: Then there’s a hand on his shoulder, warmth seeping through his shirt. He peers up into deep solemn eyes. Madi. They've struggled, side by side, ruling in concert, for weeks. Through the toil of retaking Nassau, hardening themselves from this feeling which weakens his knees in its intensity, the sheer hopelessness swamping him like dark waves.

Flint cannot let himself fall away into the abyss, he cannot fade and forget. There is at least one thing left, standing strong and entrenched as a mangrove tree, even as she mirrors his own sorrow.

"Come, Captain, it is late. Let us rest."

taking orders by le_mru:

Summary: Written for the Black Sails Rare Pair Week:

“To be entirely frank,” Madi says, her voice loud and clear in the silence of the evening, “I am concerned if you can take orders, Captain.”

“Orders?” He scoffs. “From whom? Blackbeard?”

There has been some discussion around making Teach Admiral of the fleet, which Flint was, of course, firmly against.

“No.” Madi takes a step to the side and turns graciously, facing him fully. “From me.”

she hangs upon the cheek of night by ElDiablito_SF:

Summary: Madi won't let Flint sleep, but he secretly doesn't mind.

(Set after 4x05)

Line of Sight by samedifference61:

Summary: Flint leans in close so the others won’t hear him. “She wants me to teach her how to use a blade.”

Or, Flint finds it difficult to refuse Madi, and Silver has insecurities.

On Gossamer Wings by khazadspoon:

Summary: It was the first time he had seen a woman naked since Miranda.

Miranda had been slender. Her skin was pale and soft, her hands lightly calloused but still delicate when they touched him. She had been commanding in her sexuality and he had loved her because of it. She had taken control from him, taken the reins and lead their lovemaking with confident and caring hands.

But Madi… Madi was not Miranda.

stitched with its color by x_etoile_x:

Summary: He is my friend too.

She’d reached out to him for the first time after he’d said those damning words, slipping her small hand into his and leaning against his side. Had duty not pulled them back into the world, he thinks they might yet be standing on that beach, like silent watchers in some myth, fading away to nothing with their eyes fixed on the sea.

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The scene where Madi tells Flint that Silver is alive.

let it rain, cuz you and I remain the same by jaynovz:

Summary: “We have some time yet to wait,” Madi says, taking note of the sun’s position. Their contact isn’t due at the tavern until after dark.

James strides over to the bookshelf. "What would you suggest?" he asks, humming. He strokes a finger along the spines. "I bought a new book in the last port. If you wish, I could read it aloud." James casts her a hopeful smile over his shoulder, standing at a loose parade rest, eyes crinkled and warm.

Madi is so helplessly fond of him in this moment, the way he brims with excitement at the thought of such a simple pleasure. It is appealing, she admits, the thought of settling against James’ sturdy chest as he reads to her, feeling his voice rumble against her back while Madi is charged with turning the pages. Madi stretches languidly and rises from her seat. As much as she enjoys that type of quiet domesticity, she has a more adventurous suggestion for how to pass the time. In truth, it’s something that she's been considering for a while.

Madi cuts James a sly glance as she approaches. "Do you remember the time I caught you in here with John?"

something beyond by eleutherya:

Summary: "The bay isn’t visible from the rebel encampment, but he faces it as surely as a compass points north. Up on the fort, Flint stands with his back straight and his shoulders set, his hands folded neatly behind him. He stands there as though, if he simply waits long enough, if he hopes hard enough, the sea will return John Silver to him."

Madi and Flint have a discussion about grief after losing John Silver. Set directly after 4x01.

By Faith of My Body by x_etoile_x

Summary: Flint is unmoored in the aftermath of the battle on Maroon Island, struggling with grief and his troubled relationship with Silver. Discovering an unexpected bond with Madi prompts a difficult conversation, and perhaps the start of a new friendship. But what evolves between them quickly becomes more complicated, and Flint is forced to confront parts of himself he'd thought buried.

This fic started as a response to a prompt asking for more FlintMadi content, with a special request for non-sexual BDSM, building on the special deference he shows her and the beliefs they share. However, the dynamics between all three characters are explored and it's building toward OT3.

Written for the Built On Sand Black Sails Event 2023

OT3, MadiSilverFlint:

I’m getting tired, and i need somewhere to begin by lacecat:

Summary: Madi watches him steadily as he approaches her. “Perhaps one day,” she begins, but cuts herself off with a swallow, blinking back tears. They won’t be able to fill the hole between them, but maybe they can try to build around it, accommodate it.

He lays a rough palm on her cheek, gentle. He loves her so much. “Perhaps,” Silver says, even though they both know it’s the furthest from a promise. They have survived on far less, after all.

how we could be brought here by love by mapped:

Summary: A 4x03 AU where Flint receives a minor injury in the battle of Nassau Town and Silver is very shaken by it.

I wish for once we could stay gold by jaynovz:

Summary: Madi has discovered that pirates truly are a grimy bunch, but her two have managed to keep fairly clean the last few months when they had access to fresh water.

The governor’s mansion is filled with bustle, men scurrying about, seeking answers from both Captain Flint and their new King, but there is time enough to steal them away. Time enough this evening for some respite, to cleanse the grief and violence from the last few days alongside the dirt.

Good Morning by bana05:

Summary: As Madi prepares to take care of her lovers, they instead decide to take care of her first.

the only way out is the way back in by samedifference61:

Summary: And Silver obviously means to further agitate Flint’s state when he says, “Do you know what she said to me this morning? She said, ‘I cannot understand why the two of you have not been intimate yet.’”

a shared bath, a conversation about death, and a promise

a three way knot by jauneclair:

Summary: Flint knits; Silver pries; and Madi secretly doesn't mind at all.

your heart is the only place I call home by vowelinthug:

Summary: Madi learns the secret of John Silver's past: he used to be the worst.

pass on your way, then, with a smiling face by youremyqueen:

Summary: Flint sleeps in the spare room until he doesn't.

join your hands to your hearts by jauneclair:

Summary: Madi's approach to diplomacy in negotiating relationships is not what Flint expected.

Two Points In Space by illgiveyouallofme:

Summary: Since Silver returned from the dead, Madi has watched him and Flint dance around each other. She decides to take matters into her own hands.

And then everyone takes some things into their own hands.

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As always, if you have a potential inclusion, feel free to DM me and I will check it out! Thanks.

[triscribeaucollection]

@icarussmicarus I blame you for this

My so far one and only hashed-out Treasure Planet fan fic idea: nearly the same plot and events as the movie, *except*, it takes place a few years earlier, with a smaller, scrawnier, Still Figuring Out His Rebellious Teenager Mode Jim, who is NOT allowed to go into space on a mad treasure hunting voyage with just Delbert Doppler for supervision.

So his mom Sarah goes too.

Maybe Jim's dad left earlier than in canon, maybe the Benbow Inn has only been up and running a short time rather than being an established business, but either way, the kid is still in his earlier days of solar surfing and skirting the edges of the law (rather that blasting clear over those edges by his mid-teens).

Old Billy Bones shows up badly injured. The map is handed over. He dies, the pirates show up, the inn burns down.

But when Jim manages to unlock the sphere and reveal Treasure Planet's location, eagerly declaring that they can go and get Flint's Trove and rebuild, Sarah absolutely, positively, categorically refuses to let him take off into the unknown like a certain long gone husband without any guarantee of coming back.

...and she holds out for a good ten minutes, too, until both young Jim and Doctor Doppler manage to convince her to turn it into a family adventure.

I can see her awkwardly attempting to hold a conversation with Captain Amelia, hitting it off slightly better with the straightforward Mister Arrow, and settling into the kitchen with Long John Silver with minimal fuss despite Jim's wariness towards the man. There's the rough period of adjustment, of course, as the outsiders struggle to find there footing, but soon enough... There's a night where Silver's telling stories for the crew, putting his prosthetic arm to great effect, and at one point he starts in on a legend that Sarah actually knows. So, at a key moment, she steps up to his table and in her best bedtime story acting voice, participates. It turns into a great act, Silver easily going with the change, and between the two of them the gathered crew members are roaring with laughter soon enough. Even Jim's delighted by the show, and finally starts to come out of his sullen shell a bit more. The day he and Silver set out on a brief jaunt in one of the lifeboats and come back with matching grins is the day Sarah finally, finally, starts to feel she made the right choice.

And then they're caught in the grip of a collapsing star.

Everything gets battened down, all hands secured with lifelines, Sarah gets a momentary glimpse of Silver bracing himself over Jim just before they're pulled into darkness- and that final burst of energy carries them clear of the black hole. There's cheering, relief, high spirits... up until it's revealed they lose Mister Arrow.

Sarah abruptly feels the grief tenfold again. Of losing her inn, losing her husband, feeling so close to losing Jim... that night she has her first heartfelt conversation with Silver, actually telling him about the series of unfortunate events that led to her and Jim being on this voyage, and talking to him proves to be just as cathartic as venting to Delbert, maybe even a little more-so. He's honest with her in return (or as honest as the secret captain of a pirate crew can be at that moment), and the bridge of trust grows a little wider.

So of course I intend to be extra mean and make the punches hit even harder once the deception is revealed. The pirates stage their mutiny, Amelia, Doppler, Sarah and Jim (with stowaway Morph) barely escape in a lifeboat, and only after crash-landing on the planet below do they find out the map got left behind.

B.E.N is a blessing, providing them with a safe place to rest. When Silver shows up with his flag of parley, Sarah is the one to go out and speak to him, to snarl her anger and throw some of his own words back in his face. They don't part on good terms.

As night falls, Jim quietly asks what they're going to do. Sarah strokes his hair and promises they'll figure it out.

When B.E.N reveals the hidden passageway, Sarah orders Jim to stay put and stand guard for the others. She sneaks back up to the Legacy, engages in a frantic fight with bug-face, just barely, barely managing to trick him into cutting his own lifeline while the anti-gravity is deactivated, to go float away into the vast darkness of space just as he doomed Mister Arrow.

The map is secured. It seems all might turn out well after all. But then she gets back, to find the pirates have snuck into B.E.N's home. Delbert and Amelia are bound and gagged; Jim too, but he's still fighting, still trying to kick at the pirates holding him up.

Silver takes the map.

Silver can't open the map.

Silver tries to order Sarah to open it instead, and when she says she can't, he pulls out his pistol and aims it at Jim.

For a heart-stopping moment she can't speak, but then Sarah's fury comes flooding back and she yells that her son is the one who knows how to open the damn thing so put the weapon down. It gets turned on her instead, when Jim's cut loose, in order to force the boy to cooperate.

All four prisoners get brought along, mother and son kept out of arm's reach of one another until they reach the map's destination, and Jim figures out how to open the portal into the planet's core, into Flint's Trove itself. At that point, faced with mountains of treasure, the pirates pretty much stop caring, and both of them along with B.E.N are able to sneak off towards a decrepit old boat.

But of course, the booby trap goes off. All that treasure starts sliding away, the planet beginning to shake apart. Rather than race for the exit like his panicking crew, Silver sees what Sarah and Jim are doing, trying to get the small craft operational, and sees that as a good moment to step in himself.

Until Sarah comes at him with a sword, anyway.

There's a moment where she is very much about to stab him, only for the boat to get hit and send everybody tumbling. Jim, smaller and lighter, stops falling sooner. So it's Sarah, who goes falling off a newly made cliff, fragments of the core continuing to retract and separate and leaving her with no clear way to climb back up. Jim tries to reach for her, yelling desperately, and Sarah screams back that he is not allowed to come down over the edge after, he needs to run, to get out of there, NOW!

The last bit of metal she's clinging to slides into a sheer surface. Sarah drops.

And Silver catches her.

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I'm still fiddling with their grand escape from the exploding planet and what happens after, what sort of ending would feel the most satisfying after the moments of apology and reconciliation and if you ever point a weapon at my son again, Silver, then so help me moment that I *have* to include. Maybe Sarah rebuilds the inn, with a certain cook hired on. Maybe she decides the space-faring life wasn't so bad, and decides to go see more distant stars with Jim by her side. However it turns out, the Hawkins pair are sure to have some more adventures together.

[erme-aeterna-arts]

flint does not control the weather, but silver does

we all love how unhinged the entire „flint controls the weather“ thing is, but in terms of themes and character development it’s quite fascinating as well. the fact that this silver’s line of thinking is brought up twice, at some of the most important points of s3, means that it’s not coincidental at all (as if anything in black sails is).

here’s the thing. any person who’s ever interacted with media in their life, which is everyone, knows that if the writer wants to tell the readers about the inner state of a character, the simplest and most straightforward way for that would be through the descriptions of weather. if it’s raining, the character is sad! if the sky has cleared, they are hopeful again! one doesn’t have to be a professional writer to recognize that it is a trope, a tool of storytelling, something an author points out while creating their story. so what does it make silver, the in-universe storyteller?

of course, silver doesn’t actually conjure the storm, but he emphasizes the connection between flint’s mood and the storm to billy and to the audience (that’s us). s3 is the arc for silver’s becoming long john silver through the power of stories: at the end of s2 he loses his leg and the door, his way out of The Narrative, shuts closed forever, no more is john silver the nobody, and in s3 his status changes from the quatermaster of the walrus to flint’s partner to long john silver, and while he is no longer in control of his own destiny, his own story, he grows to be in control of the stories of everyone else. the result is obviously the finale, with him finishing the story of captain flint and ending the revolution. the first scene i’m talking about here takes place (“i’m clear-headed, billy” are you???) before the shark hunt scene, silver is frustrated with flint and desperate to gain his respect and trust, to become equals. but also it is intended to invite the viewer to consider silver’s changed position, to demonstrate to the audience that silver’s narrative powers have increased!

the second time the idea is brought up is during silver and flint’s dialogue about thomas. it’s surprising on its own that silver decided to share what stories he’s been telling billy about flint, but it’s especially odd considering how emotionally charged, vital to the plot and the themes and particularly personal to the characters this scene is. it’s very random and out of place to mention it, so this reminder definitely cannot be random or not have a clever hidden meaning. there are layers! as i’ve said already, him saying that flint controls the storm is a signal of silver’s being The Storyteller. therefore, him saying it again and then within the same scene to say that he might be the end of flint is foreshadowing of how he’ll end up doing it. and that he’d be the end of captain flint, as a story, as a name that the sea has conjured, but not james.

[lootsofathousandsworld]

I have fallen in love your blog, and it's great to meet someone who loves Treasure Planet, it feels like we are a rare species sometimes lol.

Would you ever consider writing a Scroop x Reader one shot? I love the bastard so much even though I know I'm sus for doing so ;-;

If not, know I appreciate your blog so much!

Ahh its awesome to find another Treasure Planet fan! ✨✨ its true we are rare species throughout the internet :')

And so sorry this took long to do this oneshot but I hope you enjoy this :D

also very sorry if the grammers are wonky.

Scroop X Reader: Trust me on this Oneshot!

What the hell we're you thinking'?!" You almost shout right when he tells you what he has done. You found out from his tongue he was the one that caused Mr. Arrow's death and framed Jim for not securing the lifeline.

And what makes it worse is John Silver, your secret Captain, knew about this. It's no wonder Silver made a sudden quiet announcement of an emergency meeting early morning. You knew right when their little meeting comes, you're boyfriend will get a severe punishment. Scroop only gives you his fang smirk.

"Don't ye see Y/N," He hushed you. "With Mr. Arrow gone, we never have to worry about him checking our daily basis,"

"But we're supposed to lay low until Captain Silver makes a single," You reminded him. You then frustratingly rub your forehead. "Seriously, whenever I leave you for ten minutes, you cause more chaotic than any other crew members."

"But yer and the rest will thank me later for pulling that stunt," He makes a small huff." Ye understand few of us are getting tired of waitin' and sitting around doing nothing." You couldn't argue with him on this. Due to the fact after months on the voyage, some were getting anxious about when the move it's going to happen.

And you have to admit, you're getting tired of this as well. Tiring of acting like a normal spacer towards Amelia and her allies. You miss your pistol and cutlass you carry around and not to mention you miss drinking rum since there was a strict rule about drinking on this ship.

Then you feel his crablike claw gently tip your chin up. Having you look up at his large yellow eyes. You almost flushed at the way he was looking at you gently. Enough that if anyone sees this action, he'll murder them right on the spot.

"Trust me, love, I know what I am doing," He reassured you. "Once tomorrow, I can convince Silver this waiting plan is a waste. We'll take over this ship as our new vessels and the treasures will be in our grasp.

"And how are you going to convince him tomorrow?" You asked.

He made a dark chuckle. "I have ways to get him to change his mind,"

Soon you give him a frown. "And I swear if you do anything stupid tomorrow, I'll kill you first before our captain gets the chance." Scoop made another chuckle at your respond.

"Love the way ye talk like that," Again you flustered, looking down to avoid his gaze. He lets go of your chin.

"Now go get some sleep, we must be there fully awaken tomorrow. "I'll be there shortly,"

"Alright," You replied, almost making a yawn. You saw him climbing up the shrouds to check on ropes above. After that, you start making your way down the below deck. Rubbing your arms along the way to grab a random hammock to sleep.

[noknowshame]

author's asleep posting The Persons of the Tale by Robert Louis Stevenson

(from Stevenson's short story collection Fables, published in 1896)

............... .............. .................

THE PERSONS OF THE TALE.

AFTER the 32nd chapter of Treasure Island, two of the puppets strolled out to have a pipe before business should begin again, and met in an open place not far from the story.

"Good morning, Cap'n," said the first, with a man-o'-war salute and a beaming countenance.

"Ah, Silver!" grunted the other. "You're in a bad way, Silver."

"Now, Cap'n Smollett," remonstrated Silver, "dooty is dooty, as I knows, and none better; but we're off dooty now; and I can't see no call to keep up the morality business."

"You're a damned rogue, my man," said the Captain.

"Come, come, Cap'n, be just," returned the other. "There's no call to be angry with me in earnest. I'm on'y a chara'ter in a sea story. I don't really exist."

"Well, I don't really exist either," says the Captain, "which seems to meet that."

"I wouldn't set no limits to what a virtuous chara'ter might consider argument," responded Silver. "But I'm the villain of this tale, I am; and speaking as one seafaring man to another, what I want to know is, what's the odds?"

"Were you never taught your catechism?" said the Captain. "Don't you know there's such a thing as an Author?"

"Such a thing as a Author?" returned John, derisively. "And who better'n me? And the p'int is, if the Author made you, he made Long John, and he made Hands, and Pew, and George Merry—not that George is up to much, for he's little more'n a name; and he made Flint, what there is of him; and he made this here mutiny, you keep such a work about; and he had Tom Redruth shot; and—well, if that's a Author, give me Pew!"

"Don't you believe in a future state?" said Smollett. "Do you think there's nothing but the present story-paper?"

"I don't rightly know for that," said Silver; "and I don't see what it's got to do with it, anyway. What I know is this: if there is sich a thing as a Author, I'm his favourite chara'ter. He does me fathoms better'n he does you—fathoms, he does. And he likes doing me. He keeps me on deck mostly all the time, crutch and all; and he leaves you measling in the hold, where nobody can't see you, nor wants to, and you may lay to that! If there is a Author, by thunder, but he's on my side, and you may lay to it!"

"I see he's giving you a long rope," said the Captain. "But that can't change a man's convictions. I know the author respects me; I feel it in my bones; when you and I had that talk at the blockhouse door, who do you think he was for, my man?"

"And don't he respect me?" cried Silver. "Ah, you should 'a' heard me putting down my mutiny, George Merry and Morgan and that lot, no longer ago'n last chapter; you'd 'a' heard something then! You'd 'a' seen what the Author thinks o' me! But come now, do you consider yourself a virtuous chara'ter clean through?"

"God forbid!" said Captain Smollett solemnly. "I am a man that tries to do his duty, and makes a mess of it as often as not. I'm not a very popular man at home, Silver, I'm afraid," and the Captain sighed.

"Ah," says Silver. "Then how about this sequel of yours? Are you to be Cap'n Smollett just the same as ever, and not very popular at home, says you! And if so, why it's Treasure Island over again, by thunder; and I'll be Long John, and Pew'll be Pew; and we'll have another mutiny, as like as not. Or are you to be somebody else? And if so, why, what the better are you? and what the worse am I?"

"Why, look here, my man," returned the Captain, "I can't understand how this story comes about at all, can I? I can't see how you and I, who don't exist, should get to speaking here, and smoke our pipes, for all the world like reality? Very well, then, who am I to pipe up with my opinions? I know the Author's on the side of good; he tells me so, it runs out of his pen as he writes. Well, that's all I need to know; I'll take my chance upon the rest."

"It's a fact he seemed to be against George Merry," Silver admitted musingly. "But George is little more'n a name at the best of it," he added brightening. "And to get into soundings for once. What is this good? I made a mutiny, and I been a gentleman o' fortune; well, but by all stories, you ain't no such saint. I'm a man that keeps company very easy; even by your own account, you ain't, and to my certain knowledge, you're a devil to haze. Which is which? Which is good, and which bad? Ah, you tell me that! Here we are in stays, and you may lay to it!"

"We're none of us perfect," replied the Captain. "That's a fact of religion, my man. All I can say is, I try to do my duty; and if you try to do yours, I can't compliment you on your success."

"And so you was the judge, was you?" said Silver, derisively.

"I would be both judge and hangman for you, my man, and never turn a hair," returned the Captain. "But I get beyond that: it mayn't be sound theology, but it's common sense, that what is good is useful too—or there and thereabout, for I don't set up to be a thinker. Now, where would a story go to, if there were no virtuous characters?"

"If you go to that," replied Silver, "where would a story begin, if there wasn't no villains?"

"Well, that's pretty much my thought," said Captain Smollett. "The author has to get a story; that's what he wants; and to get a story, and to have a man like the doctor (say) given a proper chance, he has to put in men like you and Hands. But he's on the right side; and you mind your eye! You're not through this story yet; there's trouble coming for you."

"What'll you bet?" asked John.

"Much I care if there ain't," returned the Captain. "I'm glad enough to be Alexander Smollett, bad as he is; and I thank my stars upon my knees that I'm not Silver. But there's the ink-bottle opening. To quarters!"

And indeed the author was just then beginning to write the words:

CHAPTER XXXIII.

[scotianostra]

7th March 1744 saw The Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers hold their first meeting on Leith Links.

The Gentlemen Golfers of Leith Links asked Edinburgh town council for a prize for an annual golf competition.  The golfers had been jealous of the local archers, who received a silver arrow from the town .council for a competition.

The Edinburgh town council presented the golfers with a silver golf club, to be played for, over Leith Links.  This was on the understanding that The Gentlemen Golfers of Leith Links set down rules that would govern the game of golf.

A committee of the Gentlemen Golfers of Edinburgh drafted the first 13 rules of golf to compete for a silver golf club, presented by the City of Edinburgh, over Leith Links. John Rattray, a physician and champion archer, was the first winner and was declared 'Captain of the Golf' on 2nd April 1744. The men were;

John Rattray (the winner) Hew Dalrymple, Robert Biggar, James Gordon, James Carmichael, Hon James Leslie, Richard Cockburn, George Suttie, William Crosse, James Veith, and David Dalrymple 

The event is commemorated in a plaque on the cairn on Leith Links. This was the first known organised golfing competition of any golf club in the world.

It was on the 7 March 1744 that The Gentlemen Golfers of Leith Links changed their name to the ‘Company of Edinburgh Golfers’. This group of golfers created the first 13 rules of golf.  

John Rattray, who won the first annual competition, signed off these rules, as captain. The ‘Company of Edinburgh Golfers’ later became the ‘Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers’ and now reside at Muirfield in East Lothian, Scotland.

The fact that rules were drawn up was very important for the development of the game. It ensured regulation and set the benchmark for the sport moving forward.  

These rules formed the basis of the modern game and led to Scotland being viewed as the ancestral Home of Golf.

The original cairn which commemorates Leith Links as the Home of Golf, still lies in The Links close to where a recent statue of Rattray now stands. Three stoma plinths were also added near there with a lot of the history on plaques.

The Gentlemen Golfers built a clubhouse at Leith in 1768. Until then, they usually met in a tavern called Luckie Clephan's, on Kirkgate, now demolished, near the foot of Leith Walk, the clubhouse is long gone, the Leith Academy Secondary School building now stands there. Overcrowding at the Links forced a move out of Edinburgh.

Known by various names, the Gentlemen Golfers became 'The Honourable, the Edinburgh Company of Golfers' in 1800. Subsequently, this was streamlined to the present 'Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers'.

In 1865 they built a new clubhouse in Links Place at Musselburgh, now a children's nursery at 6 Balcarres Road. 

Soon overcrowding at Musselburgh, as at Leith, forced Honourable Company to move again, settling on another racecourse, further down the coast, the site of the East Lothian horse races on the Hundred Acres Park owned by the Rt Hon Nisbet Hamilton. This was the Muirfield course, designed by Old Tom Morris.  The first 16 holes, built by 'hand and horse', were opened on 3rd May 1891, with the final two holes added in December of the same year. The Open championship moved with them and is still held there from time to time, although, since 1919 the Hon Company have no longer been involved in its management.

The geographical term, The Home of Golf, will always be associated with Scotland, in the eyes of the golfing world.  However, in Scotland, at its golfing core, Leith Links is the place where the term finds its origin, in the modern-day game.

[marthawrites]

Tagged by @teamaemond thank you my dear! ♥

three ships: Captain Flint and Long John Silver - Black Sails - : oof where do I even start with these two? I love both of these characters on their own and I absolutely love them together. They’re never an “official thing” but the relationship these two have is so fucking real and raw and emotional. I wanna rewatch Black Sails almost exclusively for them. Highlyhighlyhighly recommend watching it if you haven’t already. It’s on Starz!

Ragnar Lothbrok and Athelstan - Vikings - : another ship that’s not exactly an “official ship”. There’s so much that I love about both of these characters, and even more so to their relationship. The religious drive of Paganism and Christianity, and the way each man is so devoted to their belief (and, honestly, willing to change for the other) is just so so good. I love it. I wanna rewatch Vikings specifically to watch their relationship again. 

Feyre and Rhysand - A Court of Thorns and Roses series - : I’m currently reading A Court of Frost and Starlight so no spoilers please!! THESE TWO. Good lord. I immediately knew Rhysand was gonna be big when he and Feyre met for the first time. Their relationship (so far what I’ve seen) is fucking beautiful and I’ve cried multiple times reading these books. That’s really all I have to say. I love them so much it’s unreal.

first ship: I dunno if this counts but when I was a KID I loved Kovu and Kiara from Lion King 2 LOL I had a crush on both of them 

last movie/ tv show: Bluey. Yay toddler mom life! Last thing I watched for me though was Unsolved Mysteries. Love that shit. Last thing I BINGED was The Watcher!

last song: Hateful  by Post Malone 

currently reading: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

currently watching: I don’t think I’m watching anything currently tbh! Really wanna watch Glass Onion and Pale Blue Eye this weekend or whenever I get the chance!

currently consuming: Ice water. Stay hydrated!!!

currently craving: My child to stay overnight with one of her grandmas! Also, ice cream. 

Tagging: @st-eve-barnes @btakingsolitude @oldtowrs @womprat00 @the-dragon-heiress and anyone else who wants to do it! If you see this and wanna do it consider yourself TAGGED ♥ and I will remember you for any future tags!

[fornassau]

Without a word, Thomas walks himself right into James’ body, into his arms that he missed so very much. His own arms wrap around him and he buries his face into his shoulder, breathing in the man he loved more than anything in this world. No amount of time apart had changed that. He hugs him tight, still not saying a word, but he doesn’t need to. He just… needs James in this moment. He needs to hold him and be held by him, he just needs to feel him and remind himself that this is real. That he’s alive. And that they’re together again.

Silver was a thieving, scheming, crooked peg-legged prick and liar; but he had not lied about this. James expected it to be nothing but a lie. It was merely a ploy, another tale of fancy spun by the stranger. Thomas had died. His Thomas died in an asylum by their torture and suicide forced upon him. This was the story he had known for ten years now, but somewhere buried deep down was James McGraw. There had to have been just a sliver of him left to have any hope whatsoever in what “Long John” Silver had told him. That hope led him to the plantation and what he saw rocked him to his core.

James knew those arms. He could remember those arms and how spectacular they’d felt curled around him. Thomas always held him so protectively and back then he truly needed to be protected in his own way. The lord brought him out of the thick shell he’d crafted around himself. Flint was merely a character he had been meant to play, but wasn’t also McGraw? Wasn’t he putting on a facade for the Royal Navy, for his father, for everyone? .. and yet Lord Hamilton could peel away his layers with ease, and with this sudden embrace the various murderous layers that were Captain James Flint simply melted away. Here was simply James embraced by his Thomas and the sound that erupted from him was one of relief and grief.

He clings to him, fingers digging into that tattered and dirty white shirt. Was this a hallucination? Was he out at sea with a ship at a standstill? No, this feels too real for that. Yet he still doesn’t believe it even as he feels and smells him, so he has to pull his head back. He has to stare into those stunning eyes, and he sees the softest of smiles. Fucking Hamilton. He could see hope in the most hopeless of situations and here he was smiling at him as if he’d only been away for a few moments. Gods, he loved that little smile. James began to sob, cradling the sides of his head. Mm.. Thomas had aged in his exile. He looked so weary. He could only imagine what a fool he must of looked. So he closes his eyes and simply brings his forehead to his, resting there and feeling that familiar little nuzzle. This is his Thomas, he decides. This is the man he fought the entire world for.

James didn’t even know who James was, but Thomas surely did. His love saw past even the mask he’d created when they first met. But then the thought hits him amidst their little reunion. What about Flint? He’d been the author of so much horror as Captain Flint. He’d seen the world for the cold and cruel place it was and returned the feeling in kind. He didn’t want his gentle Thomas to see that.. to know it. There was a time he’d even remarked what a beast McGraw could be if his anger unleashed and now he became afraid. He wasn’t the same man he was. How could his lord possibly still love him? He was such a fool for not thinking the other might have felt the same, had the same curiosity and doubt. Yet James knew he loved him still, and this was why he withdrew his arms and his touch.

He tried to speak but it came out as nothing but a choked sob. Oh how he wanted to hold onto him and never let go, but he couldn’t. He was a monster now. Hell, he’d murdered his lover’s father and couldn’t protect the man’s wife. People died around James Flint. Finally, he forced a few words out. “ .. Thomas, I—“ What more could he say when riddled with every emotion at once?

“ … I’m so sorry. “

[the-moon-loves-the-sea]

We’re almost there! We’re getting them all the way to plotting matelotage now! Plus a little more found-family Disney movie story time. Chapter 5/6!

The Lighthouse

Chapter Five

The first time Ed joins them for story time, he comes quietly; steps into the pool of lamplight and sits down by Stede’s side, almost in his shadow. But Lucius beams at him across the circle, and the Swede, nearest him, says happily, “Hello, Edward!”, and Ed breaks into a smile; settles in.

“Hi,” he says back to the Swede, and then, “Go on, Stede, I wanna hear the story,” so Stede goes on, with a warmth in his heart.

Two weeks later, when Belle confesses her love through tears over the unconscious Beast’s broken body, Stede has to stop more than once to clear his throat before he can continue; but a look round the circle at everyone’s faces clears his embarrassment; Fang’s mouth is open in concern, Wee John has hidden his face, and Tommy’s holding Ginger’s hands tightly in her own.

“A light,” Stede says, and if his voice wobbles a bit it’s only right, “breaks from the Beast’s heart; and Belle feels a change begin under her hands as she weeps. Something’s undone.”

“The magic,” Frenchie murmurs, bright-eyed, and Stede nods.

“Love broke the curse,” he says.

“I knew it!” says Pete, and smacks Lucius’ shoulder when he laughs.

“The Beast was becoming human again,” says Stede, and has to give a long look up at the river of stars overhead, to stop the tears from coming. But when he looks back down they’re all beaming at him, as happy as he is, and he can laugh at himself instead. “And so were they all. In loving her, he’d freed them.”

*

One month from when Ed began to come on deck again, when his shoulder has pretty well healed and his knee’s a bit more functional, they move Ed’s pufferfish, the mancala board, the maps, and a chest of clothes into the room that was once Izzy Hands’. Ed stands in the center of it for a bit with a strange look on his face; but once Stede has hung a length of silk for a bed-curtain, and piled the lavender-scented pillows onto the bed, and lit a candle in a silver holder on the little table, he begins to smile. He sets up the pufferfish on the table, facing them; spreads his cards out beside it, and begins a game of Solitaire. Stede lets him be; goes to see how Oluwande and Jim are liking the captain’s quarters, passing Wee John and Frenchie settling back into their room, and finds half the crew hanging round the captain’s cabin, watching them unpack. Ginger has brought in the djembe from the jam room (Fang and Ivan have claimed the hammocks in it) and is playing it meditatively in the corner. Stede tries not to notice how many knives Jim is stowing in the bookshelves; watches instead as Oluwande climbs into the window bed and takes in the view of the horizon, the light pouring through the window into his happy face.

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More incredible art by @galacticjonah that made me YELL ALOUD and picture who they're becoming in this chapter:

[lupismaris]

Canon era, Silverflint. I would like to see a hug after Flint tell Silver about his past in 3.10. Like, Madi just showed him that hugging is effective for comforting, after her dad died. So he's gonna give it a shot :)

(i woke up just to write this and will probably now go right back to bed because the chronic fatigue is unparalleled today but thank you for this prompt i hope you like it!)

The lantern burned low between them, it’s delicate light barely enough to fill the space. Between the darkness that encircled them and the scar of starlight over head, the pulse of the lantern mimicked a heart beat, deep in the chest of whatever insatiable beast the two of them had become. What the light of the lantern could reach flickered in the darkness, the shovel standing as a silent sentinel, the disturbed earth where the whole of their futures now rested, the wisps of the ghosts that their stories had summoned, and Flint’s sharp smile that felt like an omen.

He was watching Silver, leaning in with his elbows on his knees with the bottle of rum forgotten in his hands. It had been almost cocky, the way Flint reminded him of all the various hells he had survived, how he had emerged further deformed by each until he sat there before Silver, a strangely small figure in the dark, like a king in his tomb. His eyes were black in the dim light and Silver was reminded, as he often was, of the sea, of the inky waters that carried them forward to dawn.

“I’ll remind you,” Silver said after a moment, “That you said this. That you think me anything but your inevitable end.” He meant for it to be light, playful, but with the faint whispers of the ghosts in the trees and the darkness, nothing could be said lightly.

“No doubt you will, Mister Quartermaster,” Flint replied, before tipping his head up to take a drink from the bottle. Silver watched his throat work, watched the light dance across his face and hands. The smile was still there when he lowered the bottle, only now it was a little less foreboding, lips slick with rum, a few spare drops in his beard. Flint passed the bottle to him, “And I will remind you, I am sure, that you brought it up in the first place.”

Silver laughed softly and took a drink, rolling his shoulders as the warmth of the liquor filled him, “Only Fair, Captain. Only Fair.”

They sat together a bit longer in silence, passing the bottle between them and simply existing together, in their shared darkness, watching the stars shift over head. The lantern burned lower , the woods closing in closer around them, the ghosts getting louder to Silver’s ears. It was then that Flint finally moved, sitting forward to add a little more fuel to the lantern and get to his feet with a soft groan. Silver watched him, his renewed bulk lost to the shadows around them. The days of becalming hadn’t left either of them completely, not yet at least, but it always left Silver feeling reassured to see the broad span of Flint’s back as he worked, or the softness in his middle, the dulled edge of his cheeks as they filled out again.

“Best find our way back, before anyone sobers up enough to notice we’re missing,” Flint said, reaching to help Silver up from his seat. It took a moment, Flint pulling him up with very little effort and holding tight to his arm until Silver was able to steady himself.

Between them, standing so close, the light of the lantern was extinguished, it’s light catching Flint’s eyes and the rusty trim of his beard like embers. Silver couldn’t help but look up at him for a moment, his mind a useless tangle of words.

He should say something.

He had expected to be ignored, when he asked Flint for his history. He’d expected- anything really, anything but Flint watching him with soft eyes as he cut out his heart and placed it at Silver’s feet, calling on the ghosts who stood always in the corners of their vision, naming them, entrusting them alongside his heart, to Silver’s care.

He had to say something.

But nothing would come. Nothing coherent or clever or earnest enough to be believed could be separated from the endless stream of questions and curiosities and desperate need to name his own ghosts in the safety of the dark.

Flint was watching him, head tilted a little, waiting with the saintlike patience he seemed to reserve for Silver and Silver alone. The same Patience that Madi seemed to show them both.

Madi, Silver thought, Madi had trusted him with her tears, with her heart in its moment of breaking, when he had been so thoroughly undeserving of it. And yet he had held it, held her, until the tears had stopped and the space between them was forever changed.

Oh. Perhaps that was his answer then.

“Is everything alright?” Flint asked softly, and Silver didn’t miss the look of wariness in the lines around his eyes, or the way his body instinctively braced himself for some delayed hostility. Always so ready for the lash, Silver thought, always so ready for the cat or the cane or the cold steel was his Captain. He wondered if he had always been that way, born into cruelty and alive despite it all.

Silver nodded, ignoring the urge to speak and curling his fingers in the fabric of Flint’s shirt, pulling them flush together, eclipsed in the dark. He got his arms around Flint’s shoulders and held him tightly, tucking his face into his neck. There was a moment of stiffness, Flint impossibly still in his arms, his heartbeat skipping where their chests were pressed together. Then- like a line cut and the sails dropped he caved in on himself, curling into Silver’s body and bringing his arms around him with a heavy exhale. Flint hid his face in Silver’s shoulder, his hands spread wide on Silver’s back as if to hold him tighter, to keep him from slipping away. Silver’s left hand cradled the back of his captain’s neck, his right an anchor between his shoulders, his body bowing into Flint’s like a line being drawn in.

Nothing needed to be said, not yet.

The darkness held them, the lantern flickering in the soft midnight breeze. Silver let his eyes close, Flint relaxing further into him with every breath, the weight of his grief shed if but for a moment. Silver could carry it a while, help him share the load. He’d been trusted with it, and so it was now his grief too.

“Steady now,” Silver said softly, lips pressed against Flint’s ear. “Steady now, I’ve got you.”

Flint took a heaving breath and squeezed Silver tight for a moment, a touch of desperation about the way his hands clawed at Silver’s coat. But slowly he let go, straightening again as he pulled away just far enough to see Silver’s face in the lantern light, unbothered by Silver’s hand that now sat at the base of his throat like an open question.

“Stick close to me, John,” he said softly, “I don’t want to be losing you in the dark.”

To late, Silver thought to himself, even as he smiled and nodded, the two of them hooking arms as they made their way through the dark forest back to camp, the silence between them lighter than it had been for a long, long time

It was far, far too late for them both.

[karkatraejepsen]

thinking abt the fluidity of identity in black sails -

the way eleanor had to mold herself into someone hard and aggressive to gain the respect of the pirates of nassau, and then put on the persona of a respectable lady to gain the respect of woodes rogers. the way neither of those personas were ever completely authentic. the way she's both softer and harder than she had to act. the way vane was symbolic of her pirate identity and rogers was symbolic of her english identity. the way she could only fully be herself around max. the way max was the only one who ever saw her as she truly was, and the way she gave it all away because she was too scared of who she might be if not The Trade Boss Of Nassau. that maybe there was nothing left behind the mask. the way she completely gave herself over to her new persona as Woodes Rogers' Wife out of the same fear. The way she died without ever getting the chance to figure out who she really was without the weight of the future of nassau on her shoulders.

the way flint's sense of identity is almost a mirror of eleanor's, in reverse. the way he had to put on the face of a gentleman to fit into thomas' life, and the way he threw it all out when he lost him. the way captain flint was just as much of a mask as lieutenant mcgraw, the way he had to push down all his sorrow and grief and become someone else. the way he turned it into anger because he was left with no other choice. the way he constructed the persona of captain flint after he lost thomas and the way he buried himself in it after he lost miranda because there was no one left to dig him out. the way silver was the first person to fully understand flint in all his complexities because he was the only one with the same masks. the way flint was only able to truly figure out his identity after thomas was returned to him, free from the scrutiny of society, free from his all consuming anger and despair. the way he no longer had to be Lieutenant Mcgraw or Captain Flint and could simply be James.

the way silver built his multitude of masks and identities and personas out of nothing, crafted to hide from a past he could never dare to so much as look back upon. the way he learned to never trust anyone, never open up, never let himself be vulnerable. the way he joined the walrus crew out of a sense of self preservation, the way every decision he made, every action and every word, was calculated in order to benefit himself. the way everything about him was constantly shifting, the way he learned to insinuate himself into any possible situation. the way he slowly realized he needed the crew as much as they needed him. the way they forced him to let them take care of him, when in his whole life he had never had anyone take care of him. the way he was terrified to allow himself to be seen as weak. the way he came to trust them. the way he tried to gain flint's trust to benefit himself, but ended up trusting him just as much. the way he never meant to fall in love. the way the persona of Long John Silver was forced onto him, a story not of his making, the way he had to become someone else just when he was finally figuring out how to become himself. the way he could never open up about his past, not even to madi or flint, because he couldn't bear to think that it could define him. because he spent his whole life running from it. because his past isn't something that can be dissected, piece by piece, to build a picture of his identity. because he's crafted his identity with his own hands, every day of his life, and it is his.

the way max's identity has been constantly shifting her whole life, like sand, from slave to prostitute to brothel madame to proprietor. the way she can never fully leave behind everyone she was before, the way she can feel the identities she's built slipping through her fingers. the way she shaped her identity from nothing, the same way she built nassau from nothing. the way "none of it is real" but it's all she has. the way anne is the only real thing in her life. the way her lesbianism is the only solid part of her identity. the way all she wants is peace and stability because everything has been in flux her whole life. the way she's so convinced everyone will leave her eventually because she's never had any sense of stability. because she loved eleanor, and eleanor left. because she was so scared anne wod leave too that she had to cut the string first. the way she never stopped loving anne. the way anne never stopped loving her. the way anne gave her a sense of identity outside of nassau, and the way she gave anne a sense of identity outside of jack. the way her identity is a shifting thing, and anne is her harbor, her stability, just as she is anne's.

the way anne's identity has been inextricably tied to jack since she was 13. the way they were two halves of the same whole and two sides of the same coin. the way she latched onto him, formed herself around him like vines growing up the side of a house. the way being a Pirate and Jack Rackham's Partner gave her her sense of identity. the way she became strong and gruff and angry to avoid ever having to face what happened to her. the way she cut herself off from her past and her emotions because she couldn't allow herself to be weak. the way she never had the chance to realize she was a lesbian because she was surrounded by men and because of course she was in love with jack, how could she not be after what he saved her from? she owed him that much. the way she was terrified of her feelings for max, how they upended everything she thought she knew about herself. the way she couldn't help falling in love with max, the way her feelings and her identity existed "beyond choice". how the more time she spent with max, the more open she became, and how that openness was reflected physically. the way her hat no longer shadowed her eyes constantly. the way she held max's hand, something she never did with jack. the way she sat next to max while max bathed. the way she allowed herself to be tender. the way max represented safety and comfort, and the way anne learned to rely on her, just like silver learned to rely on his crew. the way max helped her realize that she didn't owe it to jack to be in love with him, that she would always love him but she could never be his wife. that she could create her own identity outside of him. that she had value and worth as an individual and not just as part of a matched set.

the way jack came from nothing and built his identity from nothing. the way his name matters more than anything else because that's the only thing he'll leave behind. the way he needs to make his mark so his existence is justified. the way he knows his family will be forgotten, but goddamn it if he will allow himself to come to the same fate. the way he clawed himself out of poverty, and the way the only option for someone like him to make a name for himself is piracy. the way the system was working against him from the second he was born. the way woodes rogers, who could simply write a book and earn his renown, could never understand his struggle. the way he didn't fit in even in nassau. the way other pirates, *real* pirates, were strong and masculine while he was weak and feminine. the way he latched onto vane because he was the strongest. the way he earned his place and vane's respect through his smarts and creativity, the way all he had was his mind and that was enough. the way anne was his strength. the way he and anne complemented each other. the way they were both outcasts: a masculine woman and a feminine man. the way they built their identities in concert, tangled them inextricably, because there was no one else. the way he let anne go because he truly wanted the best for her. the way he hit rock bottom over and over again and always came up swinging. the way all his work paid off in the end. the way his legacy and his identity were secured. the way "jack rackham and anne bonny" are names that have lived on for centuries.

the way black sails is all about how identity is constructed, how it shifts, how it's formed. identity is like sand, black sails argues. it forms itself around the tides. it can be built from nothing. it changes over time. it can be beaten down, smoothed over, or transformed into something completely new. but it cannot be destroyed.