#hamilton x flint

[dreaming-of-hope]

4/? BLACK SAILS ✘ EPIC THE MUSICAL

So tell me Would you fall in love with me again?

[burningvelvet]

[k-wame]

I rather envy you. I remember what it was like the first time I met him…It's something quite indescribable. I imagine you're having it as we speak. ↳ BLACK SAILS | S2.E1 · IX

[jamsmcgraf]

Reuniting after decades apart

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE - 2.08 BLACK SAILS - 4.10

[zairaalbereo]

~ Thomas Hamilton and James McGraw ~

What can I say? I’m a sucker for an angsty, gay origin story, and even more so for a beautiful, gay happy ending. These two deserve one, and I will die on the hill that they got one. That’s the true story.

This is a homage to their beginnings, though, and in a way, to their tragic separation. Maybe I’ll do another one for their reunion.

Because this wasn’t insane enough.

(In any case, I have been putting way too much time and roughly 60.000 pencil strokes into this, and if I don’t post it now, I will keep obsessing about it or ruin it, so I just need to let it go lol.)

For those interested, there are prints of my art available on redbubble.

[matan4il]

On this Pride Month I would just like to say that Black Sails really made all of its four seasons and 38 episodes into an expression of gay rage against homophobic brutality and the unbearable loss of love, especially in that tragic context, and that’s still one of the most breathtaking things that any TV show has done, ever.

[shaunanats]

Black Sails Ship Tourney - Round 1

[coffeedrgn87]

Reunited

The stench of rotting seaweed and tar clung to the docks, but beneath it lingered the faintest trace of orange blossom, carried inland from some merchant’s garden. James’s fingers dug into the splintered wood of a barrel beside him. Ten years. Ten years of swallowing hope like a bitter tonic, of waking to the phantom press of a hand that wasn’t there.

Longboats slid through the ink-black water, oars muffled by rags. His pulse roared in his ears, louder than the surf. Shadows coalesced into men as they clambered onto the jetty—barefoot prisoners, their footfalls uneven on the warped planks. Then, a figure emerged, taller than the rest, posture rigid as a mainmast. Moonlight caught the angle of his jaw, the slope of his shoulders.

*Thomas.*

James’s throat closed. Sand shifted beneath his boots as he stepped forward, the wind carrying the salt-crust of Thomas’s coat, the old leather and bergamot soap that had haunted a hundred sleepless nights.

Thomas turned. The scar bisecting his left eyebrow—new, livid—gleamed silver. His eyes widened, sea-grey and achingly familiar.

“Thomas.” James’s voice frayed on the syllables, raw as rope-burn.

The name hung between them. Thomas’s lips parted, his exhale visible in the cool air. When he spoke, the cadence was unchanged—the rolling consonants of privilege tempered by years God knew where.

“James.”

Their hands met. Calluses rasped against James’s palm—Thomas’s hands, once ink-stained and soft, now roughened by labour. He gripped tighter, anchoring himself in the heat of Thomas’s skin, the pulse fluttering beneath his wrist.

“You’re here.” The words tore free, jagged. “They said you were dead. I saw the—”

“Letters forged. A cell instead of a noose.” Thomas’s thumb swept across James’s knuckles, a gesture preserved in memory. “I would’ve written, if I’d found paper that couldn’t be used as kindling.”

James’s fingers found Thomas’s face—the ridge of his cheekbone, the stubble grazing his palm. Real. Alive. The scent of him, sweat and iron and faintly of lemongrass, unspooled the last frayed thread of James’s restraint. He kissed him, salt and desperation, the taste of Thomas’s mouth as it had been that final morning in London—before the hammer of judges’ gavels, before the stink of prison hulks.

Thomas clutched the back of James’s neck, fingers tangling in hair long since stripped of its powder. The kiss deepened, a language of teeth and shared breath that needed no translation. When they broke apart, James pressed their foreheads together, inhaling the truth of him.

“Come.” He hauled Thomas toward the cobbled lane, boots slipping on moss-slick stones.

Thomas laughed, the sound bright against the harbour’s dirge. “Must we run? I’ve only just disembarked.”

“Yes.” James didn’t slow. The tavern’s lanterns glowed ahead, their light pooling on the street like spilled ale. Every shadow threatened to swallow Thomas whole.

The door to his rented room stuck, swollen with humidity. James shouldered it open, the reek of mildew and tallow candles enveloping them. He barred the latch, hands trembling.

Thomas stood motionless, moonlight etching his silhouette through the grimy window. “James—”

He crossed the room in three strides. Their second kiss was slower, deliberate. James worked free the buttons of Thomas’s waistcoat, linen sticking to his palms. The scent of his skin—sunbaked wool and the metallic tang of long confinement—flooded James’s senses.

“I dreamed your voice,” James muttered against his collarbone. “Every storm I weathered, every port. It kept me—”

Thomas’s hands stilled on his belt. “Alive?”

“Angry.”

A huff of laughter warmed James’s temple. Thomas’s fingers traced the scar along his ribs, a relic of Maroon arrows and older wars. “You wear it well.”

The bedframe protested as they sank onto the mattress, straw stuffing prickling through thin sheets. James mapped the new geography of Thomas’s body—the knotted muscle along his shoulders, the ridge of a half-healed burn on his thigh. Proof.

Thomas arched into his touch, breath hitching. “Still commandeering, I see.”

“You’d have me gentle?” James nipped his earlobe. “After a decade?”

“Never.”

Outside, the tide retreated, dragging pebbles across the shore. James memorised the rhythm of Thomas’s breaths, the hitch as their hips aligned. When dawn crept over the horizon, staining the floorboards amber, he still hadn’t closed his eyes.

[queershippingpolls]

Do you ship them?

[tiefy]

"Our love is illegal."

Louise Barnes as Miranda Hamilton in Black Sails (2014-2017) / Rebecca Hall as Elizabeth Marston in Professor Marston and the Wonder Women (2017).

[dreaming-of-hope]

5/? BLACK SAILS ✘ EPIC THE MUSICAL

Don't tell me you're not the same person You're always my husband and I've been waiting

[burningvelvet]

flint murdering countless people, going back on his word, and burning an entire city down all because miranda asked him to... flint and miranda getting revenge together by murdering their mutual lover's homophobic parents... flint calling miranda "my woman, my friend" to his crew... flint calling miranda "my sweet" during their argument... flint raving to miranda about eleanor being a strong female leader... flint verbally and physically defending miranda from sexist men more than once even to the peril of his own career... flint and miranda having sex in a carriage... miranda inviting flint as her date on a museum trip... flint bringing miranda a book inscribed to her with "i'm sorry"... miranda bringing flint a book where their lover inscribed it to him with "know no shame"... flint and miranda bonding over books and mutual sorrows... flint hallucinating about miranda and his subconscious version of her telling him that she is his "mistress, wife, mother" and encouraging him to keep going as his guide in life... miranda taking care of flints wounds... flint listening to miranda play music... miranda encouraging flint not to care what anyone thinks and to be unashamed about being queer... miranda exposing flint to intellectual ideas... miranda and flint having tea together... miranda insisting on going with flint on his trip... miranda and flint being domestic... miranda and flint being parental toward abigail... flint asking miranda if everything was okay at ashe's house and her lying to him... flint telling miranda that his only regret was listening to her and then immediately afterwards listening to her about several major decisions... miranda telling him she regretted not taking a more active role in their life together... miranda telling him "if we're going to be partners, then we should be partners"... flint and miranda not being on speaking terms but him letting her ride him and then putting his arms around her when she's done and waiting until her afterglow has faded to go back to arguing... miranda always being the one to initiate sex in all of her sex scenes/implied sex scenes...

[selkiewife]

Hi, hey. Does anyone ship show Dany x Missandei x Greyworm? Is there a ship name for them as a threesome? Have I asked this before? I may have. It's just I was thinking about Black Sails and James x Thomas x Miranda and Miranda's last words:

What do I want? 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!

I see a parallel with Missandei's outcry:

Dracarys!

Before she is beheaded. Of course Game of Thrones completely and utterly fails Dany, Missandei, and Greyworm whereas Black Sails definitely does not fail James x Thomas x Miranda. But I'm chewing over this and spiraling a little. Why is Black Sails always writing Game of Thrones so much better?

Also does anyone ever imagine them as the three heads of the dragon? I may have to make some gifsets....

[queerstudiesnatural]

Happy Pride!! 🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️

feel free to use as icons <3 credit is appreciated but it's whatever

more black sails pride icons here

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Behind Closed Doors

read on AO3

~1k, Miranda Barlow/Captain Flint | James McGraw/Thomas Hamilton, Captain Flint | James McGraw/Thomas Hamilton, E-rating, Season 2-centric Summary: It's human nature to give into the pleasures of the mind and the heart. The three of them deserve so.

[shaunanats]

Hey guys! I'm going to host a Black Sails Ship Tournament. Here are my ideas for the pairings. Please let me know your thoughts and if there's anything I missed or should remove from the list!

Flint/Thomas

Flint/Miranda

Flint/Thomas/Miranda

Flint/Silver

Flint/Silver/Madi

Flint/Gates

Flint/Billy

Flint/Teach

Flint/Israel Hands

Flint/Vane

Eleanor/Flint

Eleanor/Max

Eleanor/Vane

Eleanor/Rogers

Silver/Madi

Silver/Max

Silver/Billy

Silver/Israel Hands

Silver/Muldoon

Max/Anne

Max/Anne/Jack

Max/Idelle

Billy/Gates

Billy/Vane

Billy/Abigail Ashe

Vane/Teach

Vane/Jack

Jack/Anne

Jack/Max

Jack/Teach

Jack/Anne/Vane

Jack/Mark Read

Jack/Anne/Mark Read

Mr. Scott/Maroon Queen

Miranda/Thomas

Thomas/Flint/Silver

Teach/Israel Hands

Idelle/Featherstone