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@selkierr i drew this w my computer mouse. because it had to be done.
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OKAY I have a bone to pick with black sails, third season. Spoilers people wuh oh watch out!
The episode xx where muldoon dies because Silver can't get the cannon off his leg ??? UHH??
HELLO? ? HELLO PEOPLE, what are we DOING people???
have you never heard of "I take a breath and breathe it to you??" you have fully another 30 cubic feet of air at LEAST and the water? not even rising that fast.
have you never used your brain ever in your life?? Like. What are we DOING OH MY GOOOOOD. I am about to PISSENSHIT myself with laughter here
John. Johnny, listen to me. John. This is your captain speaking john. Just. Literally just take ONE normal breath and. Plant one on him. That's all it will take. I mean jesus man, all this cartoonery? I cannot take seriously. the Solution is STARING me in the face right now man. the Solution an I are sharing a homoerotic moment we are french kissing and the Solution is GIVING ME MOUTH TO MOUTH RESCUE BREATHS AUUHGHHH i mean come on
You're sailors, the fuck do you mean you can't figure out how to stop this guy from drowning in a four foot puddle. I suppose you also don't know you can pick boxes up to take them up and down stairs ?? When the sun goes away at night do you think it doesn't exist anymore
Gayass johnny boy you need to stop crying. pmo jesus. This death was entirely preventable and it WAS your fault
Who is the most fuckable?
Muldoon
Hal Gates
Was he tho???
Black Sails wiki is the only place where I find MULDOON listed as a gunner (let alone the ship’s gunner, which is a role like boatswain and master, distinct of the rest of the gun crews).
I have been rewatching the show on repeat for a week now as I outline things. I have never seen that motherfucker anywhere near a gun.
My assumption was that he was the ship’s carpenter : none other seem to hold that role, he is always seen holding an axe, and he literally perishes fixing holes in the hull.
Am I wrong? Did I miss something here?
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Malcolm: Anybody hear that? It's a, um, it's an impact tremor, is what it is. I'm fairly alarmed here. Come on. Come on. Come on. We've got to get out of here. We got to get out of here. Now. Now! Right now!Must go faster!
Ellie: (screaming) Get us out of here!!
Muldoon: Mate, get off the stick! Bloody move!
Malcolm: Think they'll have that on the tour?
if muldoon had survived 1) he wouldve kissed silver upon his return and 2) he would be SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO jealous of israel hands he would be fucking beside himself with jealousy he would be so mad
You know, Muldoon will probably not even be convicted of the murder of Fraser's mom, if it even makes it to trial.
And if it does make it to trial, Fraser's entire past would be dragged up and he'd face heavy cross examination.
In the end it'd be dismissed because there'd not be enough, or any evidence.
I think Fraser might seriously (need a) break after that.
He's spent his entire adult life bringing people to justice. But he would not be able to get justice for his own mother.
Speranza wrote an amazing fanfic about something like this happening.
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"He killed my mother," I called out. "Your Honor. Your Honor! He—"
Ray caught me on the upswing, seizing my arm, trying to tether me down. "Fraser—"
"Let me go!" I struggled with him, tried to push him away. I struggled to see over the heads of people who were already crowding before the bench. I could float high, up above them, if he'd only stop holding me down. "He shot my mother, sir, he— You can't do this. You can't—"