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genderbinaryisforlosers · 10 months

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things i am normal about:

not these three

ID (copied from alt): The first image is a drawing of Thomas Hamilton, James McGraw, and Miranda Hamilton in which Thomas (left) kisses James (middle) while Miranda rests her face on James' shoulder as she is stabbed by a silver sword. Miranda grips the sword where it enters her chest while James holds it by the base of the blade, both of their hands bleeding. Miranda's other hand, which has her wedding ring, reaches for Thomas' hand, which rests on James' chest and has a signet ring on his pinky. Thomas' other hand cups James' face. James is the only one with his eyes open, looking conflicted. He is wearing a blue naval uniform and is clean-shaven with a long ponytail. Thomas is clean shaven and wearing a fine green coat. Miranda's hair is in voluminous ringlets and she is wearing a yellow gossamer dress. She is wearing simple makeup and fine earrings and matching necklace. The background is light grey.

The second image is a matching drawing of the same trio ten years later; Thomas Hamilton, James Flint, and Miranda Barlow. In addition to the blood from the sword wounds, Miranda has entry and exit wounds on her head, making blood run down and cover the right side of her neck and shoulder. Flint has a similar looking wound on his head that makes blood run down past his ear into his collar, and a bloody nose. Flint has a shaved head and a goatee beard, and has a gold stud earring. He is wearing a black leather coat and dark shirt, and two silver rings on his ring and pinkie fingers. Miranda is wearing a subtly floral patterned grey dress, and her grey-streaked hair is straight and tied in a bun except for two curls at her cheekbones. She has no makeup on and wears simple earrings. Thomas has greying hair and a scruffy full beard. His cheekbones are further sunken and he has some sunburn on his face and the back of his neck. He is wearing a loose, dirty grey shirt and no rings. The sword is gold. The background is dark grey, and more of the trio is in shadow.

the image it's based on under the cut for anyone unfamiliar

(Audra McDonald, Anne Hathaway, and Raúl Esparza as Olivia, Viola, and Orsino in Shakespeare in the Park's Twelfth Night)

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hrtgallant · 10 months

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black sails is genius as it is and for it is -- but also if there happened to be a period drama about a married london couple and a navy lieutenant falling in love against the backdrop of 1710s politics I would watch it

#flinthamiltons #black sails

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blatterpussbunnyfromhell · 10 months

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A Black Sails edit of Hozier's All Things End, inspired by @danishsweetheartmp3's pinned post. I hope y'all will enjoy it!

#black sails #black sails edit #hozier #hozier all things end #silverflint #flinthamiltons #maxanne #jackanne #silvermadi #black sails fanwork #my edits #Youtube

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illuminated-in-darkness · 11 months

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going crazy about hozier and pirates again, y'all. but this one was just so immediately flinthamiltons to me, and then finding out more about the inspiration and context behind Francesca - both from Dante's Inferno and the actual historical people - just. gggggggghhhhhh the feeeeelings and the themes and. i want this song injected into my veins. but for now i'll just try to drag some of you into my pain :))

And thank you friends who watched the earlier drafts of this and helped me figure out how to make it better! ❤️❤️

#black sails #hozier #fanvid #my beloved flinthamiltons #james flint #miranda barlow #thomas hamilton #james mcgraw #miranda hamilton #sabsmade #mine #flinthamiltons

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tiefy · 11 months

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"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).

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piratecaptainraven · 10 months

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we'll run side by side.

(for the light in the dark: @illuminated-in-darkness )

#black sails #blacksailsedit #james flint #john silver #flinthamiltons #silverflint #yasmade #xi #xiii #xxii #he loves them all your honour -and they love him-

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coin-operator · 10 days

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Kintsugi, or: a study in fault lines

Happy Black Sails day!!

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selkiewife · 3 months

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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....

#game of thrones #black sails #daenerys targaryen #missandei of naath #greyworm #torgo nudho #james flint #thomas hamilton #miranda barlow #james x thomas x miranda #dany x missandei x greyworm #black sails & got #black sails always writing game of thrones better #flinthamiltons #greymissandany #ok obviously that attempt at a ship name is not perfect #help me out lol #got

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johnsilvers · 2 years

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miranda: i can’t live like this, and idk but i suspect you can’t either

flint: *seconds away from bursting into tears* you think

#he looks so pathetic lmao #but yeah i wouldn't blame him if he started crying tbh #cause like. it's thomas.#the love of his life LITERALLY #james flint #miranda barlow #miranda hamilton #thomas hamilton #flinthamilton #flinthamiltons #flintmiranda #black sails #sails.txt

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roadsidelunatic · 2 years

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Somewhere early in James, Thomas and Miranda’s relationship - when James is still a bit unsure where he stands with them.

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lobster-risotto · 9 months

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Dynamic Analysis of SilverFlint and the Parallels with Take Me To Church by Hozier

(Also could be titled as: Flint needs a hug and therapy)

I associate this song with silverflint—especially Flint—not through a religious turmoil or religious trauma sense (shocking, honestly, considering I’ve spent every English class in college exploring religious trauma and the appearances of religion in media). I’d argue, in fact, that both of their stances on religion are left extremely ambiguous for a reason. Audiences assume through canon-period education and beliefs that they were both almost definitely some type of religious, but I believe it to be entirely unrelated to Flint’s shame.

In fact, it was never meant to be about anything but Flint’s relationship with his own self-actualization and self-image. Thomas existed as a direct challenge to that, by redefining what it means to be a man—or, rather, to be masculine—and to also be true to himself.

Silver, on the other hand, existed as a challenge to the man he became once he had fully internalized that shame and unbalanced the perfectly crafted idea Flint had of himself. Silver was always intended to make Flint reconsider who he was trying to prove himself to, and if that person was actually himself.

Now, to get into the actual point of this. Throughout, I choose to connect “She” to two different people: Miranda and Silver, and I also connect Heaven to England and the Navy, or even in a broader sense, society and civilization as a whole.

My lover's got humor / She's the giggle at a funeral / Knows everybody's disapproval / I should've worshiped her sooner / If the Heavens ever did speak / She's the last true mouthpiece

In this portion, “She” is Miranda, and we will see a swap from her to Silver later through the song. In the flashbacks to when he and Miranda were first becoming involved, she told him to exist without fear of the consequence of a rumor. In part, it heavily motivated his shame early on, at least, with Miranda and her being a married noblewoman. She lived without a care for the danger involved and would stare consequence in the face before hiding from it. “She’s the giggle at a funeral / I should’ve worshipped her sooner” is her death, though the funeral, I’d say, is the death of who they were before leaving England. She’s the final source of joy for Flint, and his final lifeline to Thomas and what Flint used to be. However, she is the “last true mouth piece” and carries the final reminder for Flint that they are not, and have never been, home in Nassau. It’s the remaining grasp of England and of what he used to be.

Every Sunday's getting more bleak / A fresh poison each week / "We were born sick", you heard them say it

This is Flint’s final descent into piracy, and choosing to let shame consume him in a way that functioned as a motivator for vengeance. The “poison” being the ideology and back-and-forth nature of England’s interests being the abolition of piracy, but will refuse to stand on the shores of Nassau and understand why pirates exist. Their sickness is the refusal to become part of England, and how the sins of men committing acts of piracy were simply part of them and it was unavoidable, predetermined and in their nature, and the good men and women of England would never dare to be so horrific. Hence why Flint was always a major threat, because he was a good man of England. This is why Peter Ashe needed to use a literal smear campaign against him, by him, and spoken from him to abolish piracy. Because, then, no man would choose piracy, as the strongest of them all was still just a sinful man who dared to love another man. But if they hid it, if they just told people that they would pardon pirates, and Flint, well, not a single person could accept that because they had been told of the monsters of Nassau and the terrifying Captain Flint.

My church offers no absolutes / She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"

This is simple: Miranda is the church (his home) and this is when she tells him they will leave instead of fight to free Thomas. In this, she reinstates his shame and directly contradicts everything he believed of her.

The only Heaven I'll be sent to / Is when I'm alone with you / I was born sick, but I love it / Command me to be well / A-, Amen, Amen, Amen

This is where Silver enters the dynamic, but just a little. I think this encompasses all of their relationship. First, when Flint falls in love: “The only Heaven I’ll be sent to / Is when I’m alone with you” with “you” being Silver (also his shame, by the way, since the unbearably exist as a whole to Flint) and “heaven” being his realization that Thomas is never coming back, and that Nassau and Miranda were never going to be a replacement for the way he feels when he loves a man. Silver reteaches him why shame stopped mattering, but he brings with him the understanding that the shame have never once went away entirely. He learned with Thomas how to exist with love and shame at the same time, and that it was okay to be afraid of how he felt, but that it wasn’t an excuse to suffer without the thing he needs most. “I was born sick, but I love it” is Flint knowing that what he feels about his love for men, Thomas and Silver, particularly, is always going to be shadowed by what he was taught to feel about it, and also what he has done because of it. Finally, “Command me to be well” is Silver standing in the forest with him, begging him to leave there with him and to leave the war behind. Quite literally, Flint needed to be commanded to stop, but he always managed to find himself being the commander. Flint, in my opinion, had always wanted to be forced to end the war or his life in some way, and Silver eventually gives him that.

If I'm a pagan of the good times / My lover's the sunlight

I think this is Flint’s description of his love for Thomas. But I’m still on the fence about this, too, as it could be his description of Silver. However, later verse works better, imo.

To keep the Goddess on my side / She demands a sacrifice / Drain the whole sea / Get something shiny / Something meaty for the main course / That's a fine looking high horse / What you got in the stable? / We've a lot of starving faithful

There are two meanings to “To keep the Goddess on my side / She demands a sacrifice” and both gut me, so I will share them both.

Firstly, it could be construed as a direct reference to Miranda finding Thomas’ father and having Flint kill him, and how he felt as though without the sacrifice, it would have been a betrayal to her, Thomas, and himself.

Secondly, this (and the rest of the verse, really) is Silver’s point of view of Flint’s (the “Goddess”) war. I think it drains him in a way he was never able to describe until he’s got Flint at gunpoint. Everything with Flint was more than he had bargained for, and he watched the crew give up every ounce of themselves for the cause, people died for the cause, homes burned for the cause, and yet, it wasn’t enough. It’s his realization that Flint, even if he won Nassau would find that (to use Flint’s words) “her comfort will grow stale”, and would never truly rest until he saw everything burn.

That looks tasty / That looks plenty / This is hungry work

If Flint could put into words what the “the darkness” he and Silver possess would say and sound like, this is what it would say. He looks out upon Nassau, and England, and Charles Town, and realizes to himself that nothing would ever burn hot enough to satisfy the rage inside of him.

Take me to church / I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies / I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife / Offer me my deathless death / Good God, let me give you my life

The moment where Flint, in the cages, chooses to sacrifice himself for the cause and for the lives of his crew and Silver, he’s accepted it. He’s accepted death, he’s accepted Silver, and he’s accepted shame. I think this is also how he felt when he had first agreed to Peter Ashe’s offer to smear his name to bring Thomas’ vision to reality and free himself from being trapped in this never ending loop of rage and turmoil. I think, this, is Flint in his weakest moments, wishing his sacrifice could be enough to end it all. That, maybe, his death would end it all, once and for all, and he could rest without being tormented by it all. By England, by shame, by sacrifice.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins / There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

So, this one hurts. This is Flint’s love. In every single way, this is his love. Every part of it, tainted with shame, but knowing that if it is love, then, it must also be right. “No masters or kings when the ritual begins” with the “masters or kings” being first, England, and second, the worst parts of himself, and the “ritual” is the involvement with Silver. I would even argue that Flint’s acceptance of shame is that which completely removes it’s power over him, and it took Thomas’ death and his words inscribed into a book for Flint to realize that there is nothing more beautiful than their love, and his and Silver’s love. I think, also, this is his ode to the man he once was, and understanding that the only place that person exists at all is when he is alone with the man he loves.

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene / Only then I am human / Only then I am clean / Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen

And finally, I would, to my own dismay, connect this to the idea that Flint is dead. Alternatively, Captain Flint is dead, he’s forced out of piracy, and learns to love without fighting with England for the loves he had already lost. Either he is with Silver, or he finds someone else, but in it’s totality and conclusiveness, Flint is gone.

After all, I think that’s what he wanted and had no way to accept it. He couldn’t accept doing nothing, because that would have left him giving up on the idea and memory of every death and sacrifice. Silver sees it, too, with his line of “It must be awful being you,” and he knows, truly, that Flint is literally suffering at the hands of his own war, his own cause. Because there was simply nothing else to do, and to sit, alone, with his feelings? Process Thomas being gone and accept it instead of exacting revenge? He couldn’t reconcile the fact that grief never stops existing, and that love persists in the person who lives when the other is dead. Flint remained a servant to his grief and patched it with rage because if he had a reason to fight or to steal or to kill, then he had a reason to never accept that the people he loves are dead. Flint never had to accept that his love killed everyone he cared about.

#black sails #silverflint #james flint #john silver #captain flint #internalized homophobia #character analysis #relationship analysis #thomas hamilton #flinthamilton #flinthamiltons #miranda barlow #miranda hamilton #james mcgraw #my writing #essay #my gearing up for college essays is me writing this in the span of two hours and leaving it largely unproofread and unedited #take me to church #hozier

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khazadspoon · 9 months

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Ooh would you be able to write some James/Thomas/Miranda just hanging out being cute together? In London or maybe an AU where Flint and Miranda saved Thomas from the plantation in season 2 instead of going to Charlestown? (yes that scenario does live rent free in my mind, why do you ask?) Anyway thanks in advance/either way! 💜

I realised I hadn’t gone down the being cute together road so tacked a new ending on which made it longer but OH WELL flinthamiltons live on!!!

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She had noticed immediately that something was wrong. The way their old friend, the man they had counted on as an ally, had been cold and had dodged their questions at every turn. Miranda had seen the clock and then-

She had warned James in a hurried, furious whisper, rage bubbling just under the surface. She demanded he find out what the truth was.

And he did.

Peter Ashe had been their betrayer all those years ago. He had taken everything from them, destroyed their lives and their happiness. Whatever friendship had been between him and Thomas was all but dead.

“Here! Please, just don’t- don’t kill me!” The man pleaded, a ledger held out in his hands like a shield. Abigail was stood pale and unblinking as she heard of her father’s betrayal. She did not speak in his defence. Miranda was glad for that.

James, his face twisted in pain and anger, took the ledger. The dinner knife in his hand was hardly a weapon befitting the legend surrounding him, but she knew he would use it if needed. One mention of Thomas’ name and he would be willing to carve out this man’s heart.

She held her tongue. Enough blood had been spilled for now.

The ledger contained a list. Names, numbers, prices, locations and dates. Miranda watched as James’ eyes scanned the pages, frantically looking for some sign of why this was worth Ashe’s life. The moment he saw it, his body slumped. The air rushed from his lungs, colour drained from his face, the knife fell from his hand and hit the floor with a terrible thud. Miranda saw tears from in his eyes and rushed to look at the page.

Thomas Hamilton. Charlestown to Savannah, Georgia.

“He’s alive.”

James’ voice sounded like it was coming from the next room. He touched the paper, fingers caressing Thomas’ name, and Miranda clutched at him with both hands.

“We can find him, James. He can be home with us again!” She felt herself shaking, the room almost spinning as she tried to breathe through the sudden panic in her chest. James was silent but she felt him nod, felt him lean into her.

In the end they let Ashe live. It was more than he deserved. But Abigail needed a family, someone to provide for her, and they were not in a position to do that yet. Perhaps, in a year, she might…

They sailed to the mainland. The Ranger followed them, an uneasy truce between Flint and Vane struck by the knowledge they would be freeing people from bondage and claiming any riches found for themselves. The Walrus would come out with less, the only prize Captain Flint sought would be worth more to him than any gold.

When they reached the plantation it was… devastating to behold. The main house was all splendour and clean prosperity. Slaves and servants in pristine white clothes answered every whim the master of the house thought of. Even as Flint and Vane stormed in, guns raised, the slimy man kept his head. He quietly tried to bargain his way out of disaster and, to Miranda’s secret sinful joy, failed. He was slain without mercy. James’ true beauty shone through as he raided the rooms, searching tirelessly for his prize, for her prize, and Miranda wielded a sword he had given her to join the party.

They found him in the fields.

The world stopped spinning. The sun came out from behind the clouds. Birds ceased their songs as he turned to face them, confusion writ large on his aged features. The blue of his eyes seemed somehow diminished even as they widened in recognition. He moved slowly towards them, limbs long and thin as they always had been, the white of his clothes marred with earth and flecks of what might have been dried blood stains.

They approached him together, she and James, side by side, the three of them colliding like galaxies. Thomas’ arms wrapped around them and a laugh like cannon fire burst from his chest, loud and unrestrained and almost painful to hear. Miranda buried her face in his neck. She felt James sobbing against her side, felt her own sobs ripped from her, and suddenly everything was different.

It wasn’t alright, there were still ten years of hell to reconcile for all of them. But now they had the rest of their lives to do that.

Thomas pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips chapped but warm on her skin, and she gazed up at him through her tears.

“I love you,” she whispered to him, “I love you.”

He smiled at her and it was so like when he had smiled at her back in London that she had to hold her breath.

“Thomas,” she heard James say, his voice thick and utterly wrecked.

Thomas turned, his expression so open and broken, and Miranda watched as they came together again. The kiss was hard, desperate, no doubt tasting of salt. They clung on to each other, still holding on to Miranda, completely unmindful of the people around them. It occurred to her that this was the first time they had kissed in the clear light of day. Her heart broke even as it began to mend.

Someone approached carefully, and she saw Thomas flinch, his hands tightening on them. He brought them closer, protectively.

“We should leave,” Captain Vane said. “One of the guards will have made it to town by now.”

James nodded even as he gripped Thomas’ shirt in one fist. “Fine. Well- five minutes and we’ll leave.”

Back on the Walrus, Thomas was given a wide berth at James’ order. He was taken to the Captain’s cabin and James had to tear himself away to see to his duties. Miranda stayed with him, nearly constantly touching him, and he touching her, the two of them sat in near silence as they breathed in the changed scent of one another.

“This isn’t a dream, is it?” Thomas asked under his breath. She shook her head and kissed the bruised, swollen knuckles on his hands. “Good. Good… I don’t think I could survive it if it were.”

She cupped his cheek and turned his face to her. “It’s real, Thomas. You’re really here with us.”

Nothing, not height nor depth, not life nor death, would part them now. Thomas was home.

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Months later they were in Nassau and Miranda’s cottage was full of life. Bread was baking, herbs were drying, and there was laughter coming from the garden.

Thomas leaned his head on her shoulder, a cup of tea balanced precariously on his knee as they watched James. The fearsome Captain Flint was demonstrating how he had managed to get out of a particularly nasty predicament. He had been tied to a chair, trying to calm a rather irate bosun’s mate, and Miranda had lost track of the rest. She was too engrossed in the sound of her two love’s laughter. James kept bursting into giggles as he described his adventures. Thomas would laugh alongside him, his body moving against hers as the laughter took him.

She laughed too, but softer. The tea she had made them had long gone cold. But, later, they would sit in front of the fire and Thomas would tell them a little about his time without them. They would share stories, cry together, and then go to bed and sleep in a too-warm pile but unable to disentangle themselves.

James wandered over at the end of his story and sat in front of them on the grass. He rested his chin on Thomas’ knee and gazed up at him like an adoring puppy. Miranda ran her fingers through his long red hair, not as long as it had been in London, but it was growing out again.

“What are we having for dinner this evening?” Thomas asked, running his fingers over James’ cheek. He didn’t seem to be really asking about food.

“Whatever you desire,” James said.

Miranda had to laugh, she couldn’t help herself. “James, my love, you can’t cook.”

“Maybe not,” he said lowly, “but I have plenty of other talents.”

She tugged his hair lightly and laughed at his grin. “None that will stop Thomas’ stomach rumbling like a naval battle!”

Thomas didn’t even try to seem offended. He knew all too well how true it was.

“We can eat bread and butter in between,” James said with another grin.

“Sounds delicious,” Thomas stroked a finger down James’s cheek and pressed it to his lower lip.

“Come on,” Miranda said, tugging at the two distracted lovers. “Before you scandalise the chickens. The hens will start getting ideas.”

They wandered back into the cottage hand in hand, Thomas between them as he so often was nowadays. Miranda squeezed his hand and smiled up at him. There were new lines on his face she had begun to memorise over the past few months - around his mouth, around his eyes, etched into his forehead, all new but none unloved. It was the same with herself she was sure, and with James. They had aged, all three of them, and Miranda was enjoying the new patterns on their skin.

Slowly, they were relearning how to be together again. Miranda was relishing the challenge.

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