fanfiction is like. here's a piece of my soul! here's the parts of me i didn't know what else to do with! i wrapped them up in something i love in an attempt to understand my own feelings and morals and maybe the whole world. hope you like it.
a little idea that’s been rotating in my head for a bit — James coming back to Miranda at some point in season 1 (or before) and trying on her clothes. trying to shed the bloody coat that is Flint for just a little while
Andromache Chase
Black Sails Musical Parallels | V.
I spent a year rewatching Black Sails and tracking all the bits of music that repeated at any point during the show, and my findings are reinforcing that Bear McCreary is a genius and this show should have been called 'parallels that will kill you over and over again'*
[Image ID: Screenshots from Black Sails season 3. In the first, Flint frowns deeply in anger, staring straight ahead with sad eyes. He is on the deck of the Walrus with pirates behind him listening. The caption says “will smite you”. Next, a text box that says “two harrowing episodes later”. Then a screenshot of Silver shirtless and slumped against a railing, with a bloody scrape on his head. He stares ahead with a soft expression. The caption says “smitten”. End ID]
You should be like a rocky promontory against which the restless surf continuously pounds. It stands fast while the churning sea is lulled to sleep at its feet.