I kinda lowkey shipped some pairings here and there right, like Tauriel/Kili is kinda obvious and I was a bit confused about my feelings on Thranduil and Thorin in that one scene ok
But I never really appreciated the truly, truly obvious thing that Thorin had for Bilbo, like that was some next-level shit, I wouldn’t even call it subtext for all the zooming in on Thorin’s smile when he looked at Bilbo (some valuable screen-time was reserved solely on establishing the special face Thorin made when Bilbo talked to him) and the ridiculous metaphor with the acorn which on top of being a fucking acorn that Bilbo literally took through the whole absurd journey to remind himself of Thorin yes, like that fucking acorn in Bilbo’s hand *pierced through the fucking veil of insanity* as the literal only thing, like nothing else reached Thorin but the fact that Bilbo saw him as a man he wanted to remember right
But what kinda completely escaped my notice the first time was that Bilbo/Thorin was mirrored PERFECTLY to the only other romantic couple in the movie, Tauriel/Kili, with the death and the mourning and the gazing into each others eyes til the end??? Even the sorta consolation through their mentoring figures, who understood the staggering loss they had just endured, and Thranduil directly acknowledging what he had, until this moment, denied seeing, ergo, the love that Tauriel felt for Kili, and then literally the cut to Bilbo and Gandalf like please
And then it’s like as good as stated on-fucking-screen that Thorin was much, much more than a friend or a companion or a king to Bilbo when Bilbo himself literally can not name what Thorin was to him, and then the understanding, smiling face of Balin like come the fuck on
How is this not acknowledged canon? This was the most ridiculous so called gay subtext that I have ever seen I’m so mad
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), Thomas Hamilton, Madi (briefly) Additional Tags: Just a short thing I wrote for the anniversary, they deserve all the fluff in the world, but I’m constitutionally incapable of not mixing it with angst, anyway happy Thomas Resurrection Day
You have no idea how many people lurk on your work. No idea how many times people go back to revisit your work. How big they smile when they simply think about your work. How fast their heart beats, how excited they get when they see that you posted something.
People are shy with their feedback. Sometimes it’s because they’re simply shy. Other times it’s because they assume you already know how great and talented you are. Could be both.
My point is, even if you barely have any likes or reblogs, don’t get discouraged. You have a lot of silent fans, but they are still your fans. Keep on creating. Because there is always someone out there who will love what you have made.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miranda Barlow/Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton, Hal Gates/Admiral Hennessey Characters: Hal Gates, Admiral Hennessey (Black Sails), Thomas Hamilton, Miranda Barlow Additional Tags: James is “Sir Not Appearing in This Fic” unfortunately, he’ll be back for the next one, just assume he’s off doing very important James things, such as hiding from the Pastor, and probably treating Charles like his annoying little brother, bc he is, Crack Fic, sort of, Families of Choice, Fluff Series: Part 8 of Graced Summary:
Pastor Lambrick arrives at the McGraw-Hamilton household, and the inhabitants have a frank discussion as to who exactly is the head of the household.
one of the things black sails is about is revolution and you have a full spectrum of takes on it from marginalized characters, the most validated of all seems to be flint’s final position merely because he went through every other one, you saw him go through every other one, from julius’s ‘the world can’t be rushed’ prospective to eleanor’s preservation to max’s infiltration of the system, he was someone shrugging and addressing only the surface problems, then someone in power trying to change things from within, then someone nurturing an isolated micro society outside of civilization, then someone diplomatically seeking resolution with civilization, then someone murdering everything that moves and misuses power, and then, finally, someone ready to fight to bring down an unfair system and remake it anew
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James was studying very hard for his upcoming test. He needed to make Hennessey proud and so, he was focused on his book.
He saw Thomas every weekend. It was a nice time to share, and also let him study other kinds of things: chess, Spanish language, French language, tea manners, accountability, etc. But this time, Thomas was jealous of the book that was stealing James from him.
“I don’t suppose you’ll take your eyes off the book for quite some times, yes?” the young lord said, and yet he didn’t get an answer. Thomas sighed, and then noticed the ribbon on James’ hair.
I’m a 25-year old cane-user and I’m gonna yell praises about Hermann Gottlieb for a while
I’ve had nonstop pain in my left leg since I was 12 that’s gotten so bad that I’ve been on a cane for over 10 years, and in all that time of searching for someone like me in media I have never, ever come across someone like Hermann. The way he’s written and acted both just destroy every single upsetting trope I usually find in a physically disabled character (if I can even find a physically disabled character at all):
No character ever mentions Hermann’s disability in dialogue
All too often if you see someone with a cane in media, there is at least one blatant conversational reference to it (which is often delivered as insult or teasing) and Pac Rim ain’t having none of that
Everyone is there to be a professional and use their various talents to fight monsters, and everyone is professional and respects everyone else’s various talents that they use to fight the monsters
And the man’s been around the PPDC for a decade; the cane isn’t a new thing so of bloody course there’d be nobody pointing it out because it’s as much a daily sight for everyone else as it is a daily use object for Hermann
Even his lab partner, whom Hermann trades arguments with like Pokemon cards, never stoops so low as to make any kind of cheap reference to it
Said lab partner in fact (albeit in a deleted scene) is conscious of Hermann’s needs to the point that he actively helps keep Hermann upright in a situation that strained him physically
There’s not a character arc around it
He never has to “come to terms” with the cane, as is very appropriate for the time, setting, and place in his life in which the story happens
He’s had this thing for a -solid- amount of time, of course he doesn’t need to be thinking about it
It is the middle of a war
It is a non-issue in story terms, and the story lets it be that way
Which is why it’s MORE poignant to see as a viewer in media res with their own chronic pain
(And yeezus can I emphasize how grateful I am that he’s not addicted to painkillers, that is a flaw thrown onto physically disabled people in fiction with depressing commonality)
His disability isn’t for “plot reasons”
Related to one of the points above, do you know, do you KNOW how uncommon it is to see a disabled character not just being disabled for the sole point that it will have some bearing on the story later on
In Hermann’s case we don’t have to swallow any exposition about how whatever’s causing him the pain happened
Because again, it refreshingly has nothing to do with what’s going on
It is not a main motivating factor in fighting against the kaiju, for instance, which would be an all-too-easy lazy-writing-fest that would make his character one-note
And there’s not any “tension-raising” b.s. about him having to “overcome” anything to do with his leg during the climax in order to accomplish a task
His age
This is self-explanatory
Because w h e n do you see “young” characters with canes
(hint: you really don’t. I’ve looked.)
*scrawls “canes are not just for the elderly” x10,000*
Pain and disease do not discriminate and it is just so refreshing to see that remembered
HE USES IT IN THE CORRECT HAND
Seriously you have no idea how often I see this flagrant idiocy in both fiction and real life
You use it in the hand OPPOSITE YOUR INJURY, people
You will hurt yourself long-term using the cane on the injured side because you are not balancing your weight correctly
That is not effective use of your mobility aid
His physicality is spot-on
I could go on FOREVER about Burn Gorman’s performance
Literally everything the man does is something a long-time cane user would do
There are so many subtleties that he absolutely nailed I don’t even think I can list them all
His posture, the way he shifts his weight, his gait–they’re all such seemingly little things, things that non-disabled people wouldn’t even know to look for, but IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT GET YOU, MAN, and he’s the only one I’ve ever seen to get them perfectly, and, and,,,,,
Also he uses his cane for things other than walking, which makes me !!!!!!! inside!
Spinning it in his hands, emphatically pointing with it at things, hooking it onto stuff–you really do start acting out with a cane in that manner if you’ve got one in your life every day!
It is possible to make a cane useful for things other than walking, almost in a fun way, and to watch him doing some of the same quirky things that I do is just a delight
There’s no “miracle cure”
The notion that a disabled character can be useful -and- badass?? And STAY disabled??? In a futuristic sci-fi film where it would be all too easy to write him some kind of “fix”?????
WHAT KIND OF ICONIC, I MEAN
Dude has a cane, and that works for him, and the narrative lets him keep it by god, and now look at me tearing up just thinking about it because how many other stories let that just be the end-all-be-all of it, how many
Not. A. Lot.
Like I can’t even think of any
So yeah, just…bless this boy and bless these movies for putting someone like me at the forefront who I can cheer and cry for and just be generally giddy about being able to relate to
This is one of those things that I already knew was true, but seeing it so blatantly displayed makes me feel like like I am finding out about it for the first time.
CIA is getting lazy
O.o
“It’s just a script whats the problem lol” the problem is that Fox, CNN, CBS, and all the other channels repped here, despite claiming to be different companies with different viewpoints, all had the exact same script, word for word, to push the exact same viewpoint that smaller, independent news outlets are Fake News and “A Threat To Our Democracy.”
The fact that they have scripts isn’t the problem. The problem is they all, each and every one, have the exact same script down to the letter and in some cases the fucking inflection, which basically reads “small news stations are untrustworthy and a Threat to your Way Of Life, only trust Us, We Are Verified.”
These channels are all local channels owned by Sinclair broadcasting, a right wing media conglomerate that recently gained control of almost all American local news channels after Ajit Pai’s FCC heavily deregulated telecom companies. This is not some broad spectrum media conspiracy, it is specifically an attempt at a right wing takeover of all American local broadcasting for the purposes of propaganda.
I wrote a little short thing in celebration. All prompts to be handled shortly – I’m in a writing mood!
It has been a long time since Thomas Hamilton had the luxury of caring about smells.
He recalls his first night in Bethlem Royal Hospital all too well for so many reasons, but high on the list is the appalling stench of the place. He recalls retching over and over again that first night – soiling the rough uniform they had forced him into and earning himself a qualification as a messy patient, something which he had come to regret in later months as he sat in his cell, dressed in little more than rags, huddling in the straw. He has long since learnt to disregard any and all smells that might have disturbed him in his former life – and so it takes him quite by surprise when the scent of the sea, complete with its faint edge of the dead things that have washed up overnight but without the heavy reek of the Thames, strikes him all at once. He breathes it in, and feels something in him ease- as if it had taken this to assure him at last that he is still breathing, still here –
Still tangible and alive.
“Thomas?” James asks, and Thomas shakes his head, struck speechless as he stands on the shore for the first time in years, staring at the ship that is going to take them away from this shore – away from all that they have both suffered and into a new life.
“Forgive me,” he croaks, and swallows hard. “Forgive me,” he repeats. “I – had no idea not smelling tilled earth any longer would affect me this way.”
James blinks.
“There’s – a strange sort of symbolism in that, I suppose,” he acknowledges, and Thomas stands, dumbstruck for a moment at the eloquence of his husband’s statement.
He has been dead to the world for ten years. He has smelled earth – worked it, been covered in it for so long. His fingernails have been crusted with it, his hands turned black and brown as it’s been ground into his skin. He’s been buried – buried before his time, before the breath has left him, with no coffin, even, to shield him, and he suddenly feels as if he has just, finally, burst free of his premature grave only to find himself not thirty feet from freedom such as he has only dreamt of in his fitful, disturbed coma. He turns, and kneels, allowing the sea water to run over his fingertips, then raises them to his nose. He is alive, and he suddenly wants to splash out into the swell, bathe himself in the ocean, allow it to wash the past ten years off his beleaguered, dirt-encrusted skin and his battered psyche.
“Do you think,” he asks, taking a deep breath, “that there’s time for a bath, before we leave?”
James looks at him, and then at the water.
“That’s going to be colder than you think it is,” he warns, but doesn’t sound like he has any real expectation of dissuading Thomas from his goal. In fact, he’s looking at the water speculatively himself, and then at Thomas, who grins at him.
“I might need supervision,” he says. “I think you should come and make certain I don’t drown.”
“We have a few hours before nightfall,” James agrees, and Thomas feels a thrill of possibility run through him – even as he recalls that they are not entirely alone.
The ship in the bay, after all, will not surrender itself to two men. Thomas turns toward their ragged crew of escaped convicts, and the stronger men that Madi has brought with her to their rescue. He looks to Madi herself, who stands, one eyebrow raised in amusement.
“I will take the men further up the inlet,” she says to both of them. “Do not make me come looking for you in the dark.”
James blushes – actually blushes, and then the princess turns, and walks away, and Thomas’ grin widens.
“Shall we?” he asks, and James gives a huff of helpless laughter, and then they are both laughing, stripping their shirts off and going splashing into the water. There will be grime in their hair tomorrow and they will both need a new set of breeches, but for now, they are joyful, cleansed with the salt, renewed, refreshed –
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