#maxeleanor

[kuzuyamii]

the divorce of the CENTURY

#black sails #bs #black sails edit #bs edit #edit #mine #eleanor guthrie #max #max bs #maxeleanor #maxeanor #maxanor #wlw #max x eleanor #ship #angst

[sasami-san]

#black sails #john silver #silverflintmadi #madiflint #silverflint #flinthamilton #flinthamiltonbarlow #idk the ship names #maxeleanor #captain flint #james flint #thomas hamilton #miranda hamilton #miranda barlow #anne bonny #charles vane #jack rackham #woods rogers *retching sound* #maxanne #maxjackanne #maxjack #I'm turning into a black sails polls blog lol girls I'm on s1e1 of my yearly rewatch and I'm feeling so much things

[zabadi]

not going on anon. keisha by yaya bey. also happens to be a very maxeleanor song

oh i love this lol thank u <3

#and yeah very maxeleanor.

[dirhwangdaseul-archived]

they're just dreamers trapped in hell :(

#black sails #maxeleanor breakup remix nth million time 😭 #it's dream against dream in this bitch of an earth #THIS PLACE IS JUST SAND IT CANNOT LOVE YOU BACK #YOU KNOW THIS YOU MUST KNOW THIS #YOUR FATHER LEFT YOU YOUR MOTHER WAS TAKEN FROM YOU EVERYONE YOU EVER LOVED YOU HAVE LOST #AND IT TERRIFIES YOU #BUT LOVE ME #MAX NOOOOOOOOO

[maremote]

every time i think about maxanne i’m like. literally so true. of course max likes anne after eleanor. like even if you’re not super interested in anne maxanne is delicious even as just a product of maxeleanor divorce arc. you get betrayed by your ambitious conditional-love girlfriend and then you get with the most loyal to a fault person ever. anne is eleanor’s polar opposite and they draw so much attention to this its so compelling to me.

#og #black sails #this is why in tshd every major step forward for maxanne is preceded by eleanor reflections 😌

[bloodratx666]

still thinking about that maxeleanor edit to good luck babe… like i cannot listen to the song without thinking about that…..

#black sails

[lichfucker]

months ago kam said gold dust woman is a maxeleanor song and since that day my life has not known peace

#bluh bluh #thanks kam #black sails shitposts

[ghostpunkrock]

404 maxeleanor “where would we have gone?” “What would have been enough?” // 405 silvermadi “if it all ended and we had to walk away from it would I be enough for you?”

#imagine this is a gifset #it’s about maxsilver narrative twins aaaauuurrrggggggg

[kuzuyamii]

DOCTORS HATE HER! LESBIANS LOVE HER INSANE PUSSY!!!!!

[video description: a Black Sails fan edit set to Sans contrefaçon by Mylène Farmer focusing on Max. /end description]

#black sails #bs #black sails edit #bs edit #max #black sails max #character #edit #all #song #maxanor #maxeleanor #maxanne #anne bonny #eleanor guthrie #wlw #ship #lesbian #pirate #tv show #show #movie

[sasami-san]

#there's only 12 options and I have about 120 of favorite moments #black sails #captain flint #john silver #max black sails #eleanor black sails #eleanor guthrie #billy bones #also the scene in s2e1 with flint in his green headscarf killing that random judge n his wife #madi scott

[seafavoured]

[ carry ] after the receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in (vanerackham, blackjack, silverflint, eleanoranne, maxeleanor, any, whatever you’re feeling because all of ‘em are cute) . @pyratezlife / max.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. they had to get back on their way as soon as the sparse meal was finished, back to the frozen coast, to fleeing the northern waters and hornigold's reach. when eleanor caught sight of max's slumped and sleeping form against ripple, her heart ached. a knowing glance exchanged with anne was enough ; no one would wake the healer if either of them had any say.

instead, eleanor gathered her up gently, carefully. strong arms cradled the other against her chest, held with ease as they continued on their way.

she could practically hear the chiding already : i was perfectly fine, there was healing to be done, the crew needs me. max would certainly be right about the latter, when the time came for scolding eleanor. they needed her, but she would be no use to anyone if she collapsed in fever from exhaustion, or the like. let her scold.

the crew walked on in relative silence, most too tired or downtrodden for conversation, and the rest unwilling to risk waking their sleeping companions. blue eyes flit to jack, settled atop ripple with ed draped against him, barely clinging to life. a glance then to flint, who caught her gaze much the same. they both carried their loves like brides, and handled them with the utmost care. he offered a nod ; an understanding. let her sleep, silver is in good hands for now.

❛ you take care of everyone ... and i'll take care of you. ❜ whispered soft, barely audible by design as eleanor kept her close against the warmth of her fur clad chest.

#pyratezlife #not bothering to tag the others as they're just nonverbal background characters for now lmao #have some soft angst for the girls too :') #thread. eleanor. #verse. benders.

[zoetekohana]

Max/Eleanor, Black Sails

🙂  

leave a ship in my ask and i’ll reply only with an emoji

#black sails #maxeleanor #annesurelyblythe #askbox #meme me up scotty

[bisexualpirateheart]

‘I still miss her.’

It had been a year. The grave was tucked away in a corner of the island, a soft green place with shade and shadows. It was secluded, a little lonely, but overall private and that was what Max had wanted. She didn’t want people intruding on Eleanor’s grave.

Yet there was someone there before her.

Max paused at the sight of him, and then dismounted. If anyone else was there to share her grief this day, it was fitting it was him.

He tensed slightly at the sound of her footsteps.

“I should have known you’d be here.” She remarked as she approached, watching as his shoulders relaxed at the sound of her voice.

Flint gave her a nod.

Max stopped in front of the grave, holding the basket of flowers she had brought with her.

It was such a plain little grave stone. It hurt to look at it. She’d thought she wouldn’t cry and yet here she stood, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

She ignored them, kneeling in front of the grave to start arranging the flowers. She had brought yellow elder and ironwood, the yellow and purple would brighten up the grave.

“The grave looks well.” Flint broke the silence at last.

“I have someone come out once a week and tend it.” Max said. “I don’t want it to be abandoned.”

Flint nodded  “She would like this spot.”

Max bit back the response that it wouldn’t matter if Eleanor did or did not like this spot, she was dead, she would never see it. She knew what he meant, and she was grateful for the words, even if it didn’t truly matter.

“I thought I would know what to say when I came here.” Flint gazed at the grave, “but there’s nothing to say except I loved her.” He sighed.

There were things Max could say. She had never loved anyone like she had loved Eleanor. Even as she loved Anne now, it was a different love as loves between different people always are. And she had never had her heart broken as Eleanor had broken it.

She was so beautiful, the sight of her made my heart beat in my mouth.

Her laugh made the sun rise.

She was always strong, it hurt to see her vulnerable.

But all she said aloud was, “I miss her.” It was not enough. “I will always miss her.”

She thought of Eleanor on soft sunny mornings when the ocean was lazy, and on stormy afternoons when the sea raged, and often in the dark of the night, when she couldn’t rest and the island finally lapsed into sleep.

Flint said nothing for a moment and then reached over and took her hand. “I know.”

Max held his hand, surprised at how comforting it was. She had never known Flint as Eleanor had, but Eleanor had loved him and relied on him and looking at him now, Max understood that.

They sat there together, sharing their grief in silence.

                                                   *  *  *

“I should be getting back.” Max said at last as afternoon faded and the shadows grew darker. She rose slowly to her feet. When Flint didn’t move she let her hand rest on his shoulder. “Come by the tavern sometime and we’ll drink a toast in her memory.”

Flint offered her a small smile. “I’d like that.”

Max smiled in return and made her way back to her horse.

When she looked back he was still kneeling at her grave. And for some reason it gave her a measure of comfort to know that she was not alone in her missing of Eleanor. No matter how happy she was these days, or how content, and she was both of these things, during the busy days filled with managing the tavern and the long sweet nights with Anne, there was still a part of her that would always rest here, in the silent shade with Eleanor.

The heart was not so weak it could not love more than one thing after all. Max had learned that long ago.

She swung up into the saddle and headed for home.

#black sails fic #maxeleanor #max #eleanor guthrie #flint #grief fic #loss

[maremote]

we need a maxeleanor divorce fancam to “keisha” by yaya bey

#og #black sails

[dykedteach]

imagine James Flint, a man who escaped England, escaped persecution for his sexuality, for daring to have happiness with another man, coming to Nassau, and finding this fierce young woman, seeing her command the island over the years, see her hold power over Vane and Blackbeard and Hornigold even as a teenager, growing close to her and becoming allies and friends

and then seeing Eleanor find happiness with another woman, without fear, without shame

#i'm emotional #black sails #james flint #eleanor guthrie #captain flint #maxeleanor #i love their relationship so much