allegory, allegorier, allegoriest

All "takes" on this blog reflect real policy that will come to pass in the dark era of my rule

i wish we'd had more scenes in london with these long ass wigs </3 not enough fucking wigs in this show. sorry for loving absurd late 17th early 18th cent european aristocrat swag. can i still be forgiven

release the wig cut

i really want to know what it looks like but i haven't decided what to vote myself. difficult poll but that's why i wanted to make it

let's all go to the old pirates' house in savannah georgia and ask for the flintburger the look on the server's face will be priceless

lets ask them to bring the rum aft

symbols have been fun but it's time for truth now.

[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.”]

When I first watched 1x08 a few months ago and Gates turned away to face the door and Flint got that look in his eyes (I mean we all knew what was coming at that point) I just accepted it and went. Well. Sympathies, Hal, but you are in the way. NEEDS MUST. I was obviously sad about the neck snapping and all. But Nassau, baby. Jimmy has a vision. It's disjointed and immature but at least he's trying. Truly did not strike me that there were people out there who did not become ferociously attached to Flint's gore-covered self right from the get-go. You mean to tell me that you saw his shameless theatrical lying, you saw his desperate monomania, you saw him beat a guy to death with his bare hands (and a cannonball) for an audience. And you didn't like him? You saw his utter disdain for every man in sight and then you saw him turn right back around and very sincerely say "They're not animals, Mr. Scott. They're men starved of hope" and you didn't like him? You saw him fall to his knees at Miranda's door. And saw his whole being collapse with relief when she spoke. And you STILL didn't like him? Such is the curious variety of this great and beautiful world