Flint confirmed fucking nerd
Tag: black sails
Ok but modern Thomas Hamilton would totally text like that. “James, my truest love, have a good day at work. T.H” “James, my truest love, have you seen my green short with the gold detail on the hem? T.H” “James, my truest love, we’re out of dish soap. T.H”
He totally would! And he would probably also leave sappy handwritten notes all over their place, like stuck on the fridge or inside James’ laptop.
They are mostly about everyday stuff, like “James, my truest love, will you please do the laundry today? T.H.” but sometimes it will be something more romantic like “James, my truest love, remember that I adore you. T.H.”
James will pretend to be all cool and collected about this but secretly he loves it and never throws away the notes, he keeps them in a box or something and rereads them when he misses his husband. (That is, every time Thomas is away for more than 1 day and a half).
imagine though how long it has been for Thomas to have a proper tasty meal. James would cook for him the first time. It’s not his best work, and he gets upset because he made it too salty and he is not sure if Thomas liked basil, but Thomas would almost cry, because it’s so good.
ok but this is sth i’ve been working into a fic, bc can you imagine what a fucking delight thomas would be to watch while eating? he’d pull faces and moan and lick his fingers bc he’s simply not used to actual nice food anymore. he’d be so unselfconscious about it, just savouring this simplest and most human of pleasures for all its worth.
and of course james “spice and glaze a pig” mcgraw/flint rolls up his sleeves and gets to work in the kitchen, pronto. you bet your ass he saves up and buys all the decadent spices and haggles w the local farmwives for recipes.
oh hey look who has no impulse control and needs to share a chunk from the fic i’ve been working on
Watching
Thomas eat these days was a fucking delight.Once
they had found a cottage to stay in, away from prying eyes for now,
James made this discovery and grew determined to feed Thomas’
enthusiasm as best he could – literally. While there were no pigs to
spice and glaze, he was a rather adept cook and secretly sought out
recipes to broaden his repertoire, as far as their budget and his
skills permitted.If
James had cooked something especially good, Thomas would close his
eyes in quiet rapture. He’d hum and moan appreciatively and eagerly
lick his fingers to catch every last taste. There was nothing
artificial about it – James knew that Thomas could play-act well
enough to make lascivious even the most unlikely of things. This was
simple disbelieving enjoyment at being allowed to taste again, to
experience the world in all its varieties in yet another way after
ten years of deprivation.If
Thomas’ reaction was wanton, then it was only because he had been
wanting for so long.
do u ever think about james getting flustered around thomas, even after all those years apart? like hes trying to do work around the farm and paint a fence but thomas smiles in his direction and hes so cute that james turns into a mess. ‘im captain fucking flint i can paint a fence’ he whispers to himself, before managing to somehow splash paint on his own face because dammit the love of his life is Right There petting a stray cat and james heart is so full of affection he cant even hold a brush
“do i ever think about james getting flustered around thomas”
do i
yes i fucking do
James,
my truest love,
please grab some milk from the store before you get home.
T.H.
James,
My truest love,
You stole my wig and I need it back asap.
T.H.
I know what’s said about me behind my back. Whispers of infidelities. My
husband’s heard them. And I suspect, given the look on your face, you’ve heard
them, too. Thomas and I are not bothered by them.
imagine though how long it has been for Thomas to have a proper tasty meal. James would cook for him the first time. It’s not his best work, and he gets upset because he made it too salty and he is not sure if Thomas liked basil, but Thomas would almost cry, because it’s so good.
Thomas in Bethlem, imagining James, whispering in the dark. My little head canon. Many things not working in this, apart from the face, no refs, it shows, limbs too big, the shirt hides a lot. The corner is out, so perspective is skewed. But overall I’m ok with it. It almost looks like him, I got a little bit of yearning with the arm reaching. Mainly scratchy 0.1 pen… my .3 & .5’s have dried up. And brush pen.
Ryuutsu’s Black Sails Art Giveaway!
Right, so! I recently did an art table at a convention, at which I had a fantastic time. Sadly, not many Black Sails fans were around, so I’m left with a bunch of keychains and prints for our favorite pirates that I would like to gift into good hands of fellow fans in the BS fam. 😀
Prizes:
There will be 3 winners, chosen with a random number generator.
➤ 1st prize: Full pack of all A4 prints + 3 keychains (Anne Bonny, Flint, Flinthamilton)
➤ 2nd prize: 3 A4 prints (Madi, Flint, Silver from finale), + additional A4 Silverflint OR Flinthamilton + 2 keychains (Anne Bonny, Flinthamilton)
➤ 3rd prize: 1 A4 print (Silver from finale) + 2 A5 prints (Anne Bonny, Flint) + 1 keychaine (Anne Bonny)Rules:
➤ You must be a Black Sails fan 😉
➤ You don’t need to follow my art blog, but it is thoroughly appreciated if you enjoy these art pieces!
➤ Both reblogs and likes count. Reblog as many times as you like!
➤ You must be willing to give me your address.
➤ I am willing to send these to anywhere in the world.
➤ Please have your askbox open once the winners are revealed! If you don’t respond within 48 hours, I will draw another name.
➤ Giveaway ends on September 20th (Midnight GMT+2/CEST)Thank you all, and good luck!
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