hobys:

some nice positive things to think about;

flint putting his arm around silver’s waist to help him up every time he knocks his ass to the ground during duel practice

silver’s hair getting caught in stuff and flint having to untangle him in front of the entire crew

flint and silver getting drunk and telling stories and silver being completely besotted when he sees flint laugh for the first time

flint telling silver that his hair used to be longer than his

flint letting silver sit in ‘the chair’

flint resting his hands on the back of the chair like his trusty gay advisor 

flint being silver’s human shield when he gets knocked over in battle 

flint and silver dripping with blood looking like utter shit embracing each other with big grins  

flint having to carry silver back to the ship because he lost his crutch 

warm-suggestions:

It’s easy to feel inadequate at a hobby when there’s so many talented people out there who seem so much better than you. But you’re doing it to have fun. Because it makes you feel alive inside. And you can always bring something new and different to the table, even if you aren’t the most talented. Just keep working hard, chasing the feeling of passion, and have fun with it. 

husbandpirates:

Silverflint drabble of the week 08/10/18: Rabbit, story, pistol

Silver had followed some random rabbit trail in the forest, wanting some peace away from the camp and the ghosts. But the footsteps at his back, said otherwise.

“There’s more to the story, isn’t there? There’s more to the story of Captain Flint’s treasure?” Jim’s young voice said, and oh, had Silver himself sounded so helpless back then too?

There was no fire this time, (no warmth in this forever cold forest), but the moonlight did just fine. So Silver turned around and smiled at Jim.

So he told him. In this tale, Silver’s hand didn’t shake with the pistol and the truth of war was enough to convince them. But Jim understood nevertheless.

“I’m genuinely sorry,” Jim said.

Oh, he had truly sounded that helplessly young.

softpyrate:

Silverflint drabble of the week #6 (story, pistol, rabbit)

Silver hasn’t uttered a single word since he barged into Flint’s cabin. From the way he squirms on his chair, Flint would swear someone sprinkled the seat with hot coals. It’s getting a bit ridiculous. “Tell me,” Flint orders.

Silver takes a long breath and deliberately relaxes his shoulders. “Well,” he says. “Apparently, we’re fucking.”

Flint’s fingers stumble in their task. The ramrod he’s using to clean the pistol almost slips from his grip. Maybe he heard wrong. “What?”

“We’re fucking. Going at it like rabbits.”

Flint feels the blood surge up to his face, burning from his throat to his hairline. “What are you talking about?”

“The men are convinced we can’t keep our hands off each other. They’ve been trading raunchy stories about us, vouching for their truth. Heard one with my own ears—they call me John the giant, did you know?”

Flint affects unshaken composure. “Does it bother you?”

“Mostly I find it ludicrous. And a bit flattering if I’m honest,” Silver pins him with an appraising look. “Does it bother you?”

“They’re just stories,” Flint says, casting his eyes down. He focuses on cleaning the pistol. Slowly. Methodically.

Silver doesn’t say anything, but Flint can feel his stare boring a hole right through his act.

A soft cough lures Flint’s focus back on Silver. “They say we’re madly in love. That it’s plain in the way you look at me,” Silver shifts on the chair and leans forward. “Captain,” he murmurs, “have I been blind?”

piscesintherain:

marypsue:

Sometimes fanfiction is a love letter to the original canon, sometimes it’s just that one telegram that says “Fuck you. Strongly worded letter to follow”.

And sometimes it’s 95 things that canon did wrong, nailed to a door.

jadedbirch:

While it’s satisfying to have an explanation for why Silver has suddenly been a competent fighter all season – and who doesn’t love a training montage — the show would hardly spend half its penultimate episode filling in a minor plot hole. The only other time Black Sails has featured flashbacks has been to convey monumental information about Flint’s emotional state in Season 2. Aside from the fact that they’re gorgeously rendered and fun, some might wonder what the point of the flashbacks in this episode are since the only reveal is an absence of information. But I’d argue that Flint’s emotional state is still the point — specifically, his love for Silver. As a brief caveat, I’m aware that this is a topic many of you have strong opinions about. As always, this is simply my reading of the text. If yours is different, this is in no way attempting to negate it.

Now, let’s start at the end of the episode. When Flint shoots Dooley, he’s choosing Silver’s life over his own as a reflex. It’s not a conscious decision but a reactionary one – he would rather eliminate someone who is trying to kill Silver even if it means that Silver is now free to kill him. His gut instinct is simply that this man cannot die. Black Sails is best at the kind of love that doesn’t involve character spelling it out. Gestures always speak louder than words: Vane beheading Ned Low; Jack being uncharacteristically brutal slaying Redcoats as Anne lay bleeding on the floor; Max and Anne holding hands in the snow. Idelle slicing bread for Anne; Jack blowing up the fort he’d spent ages rebuilding in Season 3 so that Charles could escape. Just like these actions, Flint shooting Dooley is an act of love.

Flint and Silver’s relationship is among the boldest and most beautiful on television in part because no other show depicts such deep emotional intimacy between a gay man and a man who is not gay. (At this point everything about Silver is a question, but he’s into one woman. That doesn’t mean he’s straight, but ‘not gay’ is one of the only definitive things we know). Flint is at his most ruthless and brutal here as he slaughters his own good men (RIP Joji). Naturally because this is Flint, his deepest emotions are revealed within his deepest brutality.

By “loves” Silver do I mean “begrudges his relationship with Madi?” Nope. Miranda never begrudged James and Thomas. Rather, she championed it because she valued their happiness. Flint loves Silver in the same way that Miranda loved him. It was complex and nebulous and not necessarily reciprocated in the exact same way — but it was no less real and deep for it. When Silver and Madi kissed in 4.03 and the camera cut to Flint’s face looking complicated and bittersweet, it was the mirror image of the scene in the fifth episode of Season 2 when James and Thomas kissed. Recall that the camera cut to Miranda’s face looking complicated and bittersweet.

Flint hardly knew how to articulate his relationship with Miranda. As she said in Season 3, she was alternately his wife, mother, and lover. His love for Silver is similarly undefined, because Flint has never been a person who is interested in categorizing such things. Silver is that kind of person, and his conclusion is “respect.” But Flint wouldn’t have let the issue of Silver’s past go if he didn’t value him above everyone else; wouldn’t have shot Dooley point-blank. And for James Flint, love is a destructive force. Flint is brutal and cruel and harsh, but never underestimate his capacity for love. John Silver might be a void with no story — but the experience of being loved in this fierce and destructive way by this fierce and destructive person is Long John Silver’s backstory.

– from Lauren Sarner’s review of 4×09