James: What’s he like then, Alfred Hamilton?
Thomas: Ooh he’s er. He’s, er. He’s, er
Miranda: Good lord James, I think you’ve broken him
Thomas: No, no, no. It’s just that he’s, er. He’s, er
James: I think – I think what we may be witnessing here is Thomas attempting to describe something with an adjective other than “brilliant”
Thomas: Yeah, n-n-no I wouldn’t say he was b-b- I mean obviously everyone’s b-. No, he’s not brilliant. He’s, er. He’s alright
James: God
Miranda: Yes
James: He must be *awful*

moosefrog:

I’m looking at pictures of Captain Flint from Black Sails and… I have a theory as to how his big-ass belts stay up when he’s got nothing for hips and no belt-loops that I can see….

His booty. His bubble butt booty that brings all the boys to his ship.

No wonder he hides that weapon of ass destruction behind long coats! 

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

jamesflintmcgrawhamilton:

“do i ever think about james getting flustered around thomas” 

do i 

yes i fucking do

Every time

angrypiratehusbands:

squid-inspiration:

kimcoppedge:

I see sailors or pirates jump out of their boats to pull them up on the beach I start imagining them with brightly colored galoshes instead of boots…

concept:

black sails. everything is exactly the same, except everyone wears wellies.

james’ character development is signified by going from these

to these

imagine that wet, squeaky noise when flint’s trying to be serious