ʰᵉˡˡᵒ, ᵐʸ ʰᵒˡˡᵒʷ ʰᵒˡᵒᶠᵉʳⁿᵉˢ

[i.d.: a photoset with images from black sails, with words overlaying each one to form a longer quote. the images are: a younger miranda hamilton and james mcgraw on a boat, young miranda crying, a close up of alfred hamilton, a medium shot of alfred in a chair, miranda screaming in peter ashe’s dining room, colonel rhett holding up a gun, miranda lying on the floor with a bullet wound in her head, below the deck of a ship, flint looking out to a burning charles town, and peter ashe slumped over on the ground. the quote reads, “oh now you pull out your code of justice - call me accursed, demand my exile! what about them? what about him? this man who, without a second thought, as if it were a goat dying, sacrificed his own child. isn’t it this man you should have sent into exile, to pay for that polluted deed? instead you pass judgement on me! well i warn you, threaten me all you like and yes, if you crush me, you’ll be giving the orders. but if some god ordains the opposite, however late, old men, i’ll teach you your place.”]

If lestat was real id be making hate posts about his music on this blog

it's so important to post about black sails every single day because what if people forget

I actually love the Louis and Regina subplot because it really is a continuation of the way Louis has always treated women, as a source of emotional labour that he can throw money at and have them make him feel better. It’s Miss Lily all over again, it’s “paying a whore to sit in a room and talk with him”. Making Claudia was always about Louis’ feelings under the pretence of saving her from the fire. He wants to save Regina from poverty but it’s all to make himself feel better. She sees through him but she’s so broke that she can’t afford to say no

The BEST trope is when a character tells another “let’s run away together, we can leave all of this behind and start a new life somewhere” and gets rejected. And then the rest of the tragedy unfolds

louis narrates like he's in the great gatsby. armand narrates like he's in rebecca. lestat narrates like he's in katy perry's hot n cold (2008)

there’s not words for what the black sails finale does to you . ive been through some Shows, some Final Episodes that have shaken me to the core, that have stayed with me. but oh my god the journey of black sails concludes in this all-consuming, all-encompassing, eternal spectre that tears your soul asunder. its so visceral. and its not even unexpected. it’s an expected narrative it’s an unexpected narrative it’s pulling apart the atomic threads of what a “narrative” is. and you are NEVER the same again. its not even possible to articulate the experience of watching it because theres no WAY to EXPLAIN. FUCK

logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know

daniel "i don't have transformational trauma" molloy & louis "i don't consider myself abused" de pointe du lac & lestat "abuser? liberator. emancipator" de lioncourt & armand "i basked in his mercy" de nolastname. let's all be in denial with mama

as marcus aurelius the great philosopher once said. black sails was a show it aired on television

I still can't believe black sails was a show that aired on television and that we watched and then it was just over. like is that allowed