It bothers me that this does not bother you… The world is changing so rapidly and we with it. I fear the day will come when we will no longer recognize either.
i think one of the most haunting aspects of woodes rogers’ villainy is the way that he reduces eleanor to this false fragment of herself
[Caption: gifs from Black Sails. On the left side, Eleanor hurts herself with a needle while she’s crocheting, and Max asks for whose benefit she’s doing it; Eleanor says she’s been told it can be soothing, although she finds it hard to believe, and that she should make some effort to look like the role she’s playing. On the right, while he’s talking to Madi (who puts the blame of Eleanor’s death on him), Woodes imagines a spectre of Eleanor in the shadows, crocheting.]
