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prairiepirate:

extasiswings:

Do you ever just sit and cry over Miranda Barlow/Hamilton?

Miranda, who lost everything and went to live in a house on an island where no one knew her and no one liked her. Miranda, who was socially isolated and alone and reviled for ten years. Miranda, who stayed in that house and had no outlet whatsoever for all of her pain and rage and grief while Flint went off to be a pirate. Miranda, who loved him and committed to him and tended his wounds and provided a safe haven, a soft place to land when he needed it, who gave and gave and gave and almost never asked for anything in return (lbr Flint would have killed Alfred Hamilton regardless). Miranda, who was finally going to get what she’d been wanting – a chance to heal and move on and make a life with the man she loved – only for everything to come crashing down the moment she saw that clock. Miranda, who was killed the first time she really got to release all that bottled up fury and heartbreak and suffering, who never got to see her husband again, who died thinking he was dead…

Anyway, I cry all the time about Miranda and I will never be over the injustice of her death.

Miranda deserved the world, and I will never be over her.

(Ugh, god, she’s so beautiful *sobs*)

It’s just????? So???? Upsetting???????

Because everyone else gets to be angry. Eleanor gets to be angry. Max gets to be angry. Anne gets to be angry. Madi gets to be angry. But the first time Miranda gets really, truly, openly furious with someone other than Flint she dies?????? The Injustice!  

I’m so sorry, my love. You deserved so much better and so much more. 

#give me bitter vengeful Miranda who wants to see the world burn

Out of the Rain to Shelter Himself – DreamingPagan – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]

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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Miranda Barlow/Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton
Characters: Miranda Barlow, James McGraw, Thomas Hamilton
Additional Tags: this is straight up fluff, nothing bad happening here, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, including adorable kitties, and Alfred Hamilton being dead as dead can be
Summary:

The day of Alfred Hamilton’s death is a good one – both for Thomas and for the two kittens James brings with him when he moves in.

Out of the Rain to Shelter Himself – DreamingPagan – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]

I think all flinthamilton shippers can agree that Thomas has a thing for James’ thighs and freckles, but what is James’ fav feature of Thomas’? His hands? His back? His butt? I can’t decide.

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Thanks for this anon! Well, let’s see bcz I have definite thoughts about this…

Thomas doesn’t really have any distinguishing physical marks that we know of, BUT James likes the way the lines at the corners of his eyes get extra crinkly when he smiles and the bigger he smiles the more crinkly they get.

He gives a lop-sided grin every time Thomas raises his finger to cover his lips when he smiles as if to hide it, but he’s looking directly at James when he does so and James thinks it’s hot.

James definitely likes Thomas’s hands, specifically his long fingers. He’s always though of them as elegant but after they become lovers he discovers other, more intimate reasons to love Thomas’s fingers. 

And an idea I’ve used a couple of times in fanfic is that Thomas has a reddish little birthmark on the inside of his thigh. James likes to kiss it when they’re just being lazy in bed together because he loves that he’s the only other living person who knows about it.

And post finale, I like to think that James likes his beard too (I love both of them with beards), but Thomas does shave it for the first time after their reunion in the summertime so James can look and feel the smooth face he first laid eyes upon all those years ago. And James can’t stop touching Thomas’s chin and jaw and it makes him emotional. He loves Thomas’s face but he also likes it when Thomas grows his beard back out again in the winter because, you know, bristles against places. ❤