why is it called “black sails” and not “bisexuals”?

little jackie paper you make me sick. you think you can just waltz in here with your strings and your sealing wax and your other fancy stuff and then just up and disappear the second you become too old for imagination games? no way, man. not on my watch.

sometimes when i’m riding in bad weather i tell myself it’s pirate training and that i just need to stay the course.

rubbin’ o’the hood

happy 42nd robinversary to the wolfshead scum, melancholy outlaws, norman knights and tax-hungry sheriffs amongst us. nothing’s forgotten. nothing is ever forgotten.

at the club straight feeling the insatiable desire to be someone’s loyal dog.

happy spreadsheet sunday to those who celebrate

somewhere between the shabba de bop bop be shibby day oh yeah and the ram in the ramalamadingdong

it feels so good to finally be ready to revisit and recontextualise the music you listened to when you were at your worst without feeling nauseous and to realise that you still really love those songs.

happy michael praed’s birthday to those who celebrate

interviewer checking prompt cards: okay, let’s see what’s next… do you like me?

she mull on my holland till i drive

write robin of sherwood fanfiction write robin of sherwood fanfiction write robin of sherwood fanfiction write robin of sherwood fanfiction

oh laura…