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(/post/165593589996/you-know-what-those-men-fear-right-now-its-the) You’re just a bunch of stupid cunts who can’t see that you wouldn’t have you ship if it wasn’t for Silver. Stop demonizing Silver, Flint murdered people and you still love him.

hamiltonthomas:

I’m confused!? It’s literally an anti-slavery gifset!? [link] If you think I’m ‘demonizing’ Silver by giffing canon events, maybe it speaks more of his actions than about how I feel about him? I don’t even hate him, but I’m sure as hell not happy about James and Thomas being enslaved. Which is exactly what my gifset is about. 

Also, damn right that I love James. I’m capable of loving him without defending murder. It would be nice if you could love Silver without defending slavery. 

Also, ‘thanks’ for calling me a name for female genitalia. If you’d bothered to read my profile you would have seen that I think gender is bullshit and doesn’t really apply to me. In the words of Toby: “Go fuck yourself with your massive balls, Mike.” Oh right, you don’t have any or you wouldn’t call people ‘cunt’ on anon, so just go fuck yourself.

Silver fans – it’s my birthday, and frankly, I’m not up for this shit fest. If you know who fucking sent this – I don’t think it’s all that hard to grasp that this is not ok. Take out your fucking trash, preferably leave it on someone else’s curb even, it’s that putrid.

Fic Update

squid-inspiration:

Thomas Hamilton: A Life. – Chapter 3

Thomas is locked away.

Also appearing: not pleasure but necessity, a bite of lamb, half a man, five months of silence, black ink, enough hands for a healthy pair, and an arrival in chains.

They came for Thomas while he was at the table with Miranda.

The human mind, Thomas knew, was a curious thing. In moments of great upset it would sometimes pick the unlikeliest things to focus on.

Unsurprisingly, he would always remember rising to his feet when the door flew open, demanding to know what was going on when the men strode into the room. Miranda’s distress and the way he had to beg for her to stay put, because her expression made him afraid she was going to stab someone with a fork, and then it would have been two of them in trouble.

When it became clear where he was being taken, and why, Thomas beseeched Miranda to stay with James.

“Promise me!“ He struggled against the hands pulling him towards the door. Thomas felt grim satisfaction that it needed three to restrain him. „You have to take care of each other, whatever happens, I need to know you’ll be alright –“

Miranda was screaming for the men to let her husband go, but one of them clamped a soaked handkerchief over Thomas’ mouth and nose, and as he inhaled his strength left him, like water draining out of a punctured skin.

What he later remembered with strange sharpness was his earnest concern about the bite of lamb he had been eating, dropped to the floor when the doors had crashed open. That Miranda would have to order the servants to clear it away with the rest of the uneaten meal and the dishes.

Waste of a dead thing, and his teeth marks still in it.

snitling:

Real talk tho, why do you think James cut his hair in Nassau. Like I know some of you are going to say heartbreak or convenience or just that the weather was too hot, but here’s what I think: Too Pretty. Let me have scenes of James not being taken seriously as a pirate because TOO PRETTY.