happy lesbian visibility week!
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nothing. it's nothing. it's totally nothing... just picturing jack rackham's shell shocked face when max describes her seduction technique in detail
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Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced I am yours, I will be it. / Progress cannot begin and suffering will not end until someone has the courage to go out into the woods and drown the damn cat.
Nebraska by Bruce Springsteen / Black Sails (2014-2017)
[image id: a series of 19 images from Black Sails, with the lyrics of Darkness on the Edge of Town by Bruce Springsteen superimposed on them.
"Well, everybody's got a secret, son," over Anne looking at Max's naked form through a door at the brothel.
[image id: a series of 12 images from black sails with lyrics from Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska superimposed over them in red.
"From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska," over a crowd of people at the docks in Nassau.
"with a sawed-off .410 on my lap" over Flint's hand holding a smoking gun.
"Through the badlands of Wyoming." over dark blue water.
"I killed everything in my path," over Flint shooting a gun. He is aiming straight out of the screen and his face is obscured by sparks.
"I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done," over Flint's face in profile in the scene where he says to Miranda (not pictured) that this ends when he grants England his forgiveness.
"At least for a little while me and her we had us some fun," over Silver's face during his descent into the darkness conversation with Flint.
"They declared me unfit to live," over Flint and Vane on trial in Charleston. They are viewed from behind sitting side by side.
"said: into that great void," over ghost Miranda screaming.
"my soul'd be hurled," over the preacher practicing his sermon in the cornfield.
"They wanted to know why I did what I done," over Flint and Silver's sword-fighting practice. Flint is holding a sword out to Silver by its hilt.
"Well, sir," over Silver's and Flint in the jungle on Skeleton island. Silver's face is in focus in the foreground and Flint is visible blurred over his shoulder. Silver's face is partially cut-off by the edge of the frame.
"I guess there's just a meanness in this world," over Max talking to Grandma Guthrie (not pictured) about needing to drown the damn cat.
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Inktober day 2: game.
Oops, I kept reminding myself to draw playing cards - other than the ones they're holding - and I still forgot lol. Anyway, be prepared for a lot of people who like each other idly spending time together. This edition: Anne and Max from Black Sails <3
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Thinking about how Max and Jack are like. Opposite ends of the same spectrum when it comes to narrativisation. On the one hand you have Jack who's obsessed with his legacy, obsessed with his story, with his name. Mr. "great art has felled Empires", Mr. " put that down and read a book". The man who sees victory in the form of who gets to write whose story. He does everything so that he can shape the future of Nassau in a way that recognises him and his name, and yet, he can't see it! He can't actually see the story he's in. He doesn't know his name is remembered, as both a real person and someone whose story has been retold countless times. He never got to the end of Woodes Rogers' book. He looks at the Jolly Roger, the flag that will symbolise piracy in two hundred years' time and he says "it's fine". He doesn't even know his own name! He is driven by the impact that the downfall of the calico industry had on his father and he doesn't even know that his name is Calico Jack. He is obsessed with writing the future and so is blind to how that future will actually remember him. He doesn't know the joke is on him.
And then you have Max who is powerfully invested in being as unremembered as possible. Ms. "power is most effective when it is least perceived". Ms. "this is all built upon sand". She is neof the few main characters who is neither a Treasure Island character nor a historical figure, and the only main character who doesn't have a last name. She uses that namelessness as a defence against being cast aside by the narrative, because she sees it! She sees the walls of the narrative, and knows that any story written about her will not be kind to her. "They will call me The Whore Who Lost Everything". Because of her gender, her race, her profession, her sexuality. She hides between the cracks of the narrative because she knows on some instinctive level that if she plays by the narrative's rules then she will always end up outside of the story, looking in on it. So she is able to shape the future of Nassau more than anyone else. She doesn't try to tell her story, but we still see it. "In another time, another place, they would have called me a Queen". She is talking to us. We are in that other time and place. She is pointing out the glass walls of the story and through them pointing directly at us as we watch her win.
It's like. In this show, the better a storyteller you are the more power you have to shape reality to your image. The more obsessed you are with telling the story the higher chance that the story will catch you in its grip and dash you helplessly against the rocks. Good luck.
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oh, your love is sunlight
2nd place on my ‘help me post old stuff’-poll was this Anne and Max piece that I’m not sure why I never got around to posting 🌞
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Oh and when I say the ‘worst’ it doesn’t have to mean ‘saddest’ just… the most destructive for you personally (and yes, Silverflint divorce isn’t here because I wanted to give others a chance)
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I say, I saw that this situation of mine was the precise situation of every mortal that breathes; only, in most cases, he, one way or other, has this Siamese connexion with a plurality of other mortals.
Moby Dick by Herman Melville (chapter 73, The Monkey-Rope)
Silver's version /
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