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@onlyliberty​​​ sent:  "Do ye love me, Jack?" never denying Anne Frickin’ Bonny

        The question catches him off guard. He’s got the tankard in his hand, a drink ready to start the night’s plunders. What a silly little question, of course he holds affection for her. Why else would he spend so time making sure that her name held only repute, not barring his own that is-what else could it be for such a nature that which she would inquiry upon? Everyone knew her name was deeply tied into his own, one couldn’t utter Calico Jack without also listing that of Andrew Bonny. Her name was gaining respect, and fast. They were partners, and on days when people weren’t trying to come in between them he was content. Why would she ever question it.

      Jack looks at her. Hand coming to close around his glass, then he lifts it before sliding his other hand around her hip. Sniffing with the sip of her the drink and then the look to her with the set of that palm back down to the surface of the bar. “Course” He clears his throat, searching the emptiness inside of his stomach- he must be thirsty. He hums with the thought, “We’ve been together all this time, you n me. What is there to question, why would you even think to question it? Where I go, you go. Wouldn’t set sail without ye, wouldn’t dream of it.”

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       There’s the sudden freeze in his end of the conversation when Jack suddenly pushes between them. The elbow nudging into his own arm with the push of distance between a friendly conversation. A linger on Jack’s gaze as his voice came at such an obnoxious time that were he not so keen toward Anne’s company and ensuring not to upset her he’d be keen to tell her to go soak his head.

         So there’s only the press of his lips, and the focus on Rackham.

     @onlyliberty​ / listen. i told you one day i was gonna try it. AIN’T NO ONE STOPPING THIS.

      With the clear of his throat, Anne almost jumps out of her skin. For a man with such a loud presence, Jack could be awfully light on his feet and sometimes when she watches him from afar, she briefly wonders if he had been a cat in his past life. He’s better at it when his feet aren’t heavy with the drink. Anne catches no smell of rum or ale on his breath. That would explain it, really, and Anne finally pulls her attention from James to press her lips to the corner of his mouth.

      “You’ve a bad habit of droppin’ in on conversations mid-way,” she hums. “Jim was talkin’ about teachin’ me how to use the pistol ye gave me, weren’t ye, Jim?”

       His shoulders lift with the short preen as his spine straightens and he settles more comfortable in between the two. A stroke of pride when her kiss presses against him and in it’s place there was a little warmth left in it’s wake. He turns his brow then to hold Jim’s eye and he gives a perk of his brow in a short before he slips his arm around her hip. Resting his palm against her side before he pulls her against his own, making a short hum before he settles behind her and connects his arms around her.

       “Hmn..Why.” He eyes the lad again, “S’as simple as point and pinch. Ye don’t need anyone to show ye what ye can already manage, look at ye already. Halfway there.”

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         He holds eye contact with the lad, squinting briefly as he and his lass spoke. They spoke too closely, far too close for comfort. So he comes up, settling his weight between the two as his own weight settles along his elbow in a lean toward Anne. He clears his throat loudly, declaring his presence with a loud cough and the brief once over of Kidd and then returns his eye to HIS woman.

         “Give us a kiss, lass. Will ye?”

          @onlyliberty​ / @onlycertainty​ - consider this the start of many three character things Hera.

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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004), dir. Michel Gondry

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        As much as my taste, and Jim’s taste, sour. Jack Rackham is charming when he wants to be.

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Wow this film really did a number on me.

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   There is something about his words that tingles unpleasantly up her spine. Anne had always been someone long before she’d entered his orbit. Nothing more substantial than a daughter to be married off to the highest bidder, or an estranged wife who’d waited patiently for a husband who would never comes. Oh, her temper burns hot in the pit of her guts; curling and coiling and tightening like a snake preparing to strike. “A lad’s still a lad,” she insists with a proud toss of her head. “A lad will eventually become a man once he’s seen enough of the world.”

   Anne wasn’t a lad – she was a woman trying to dip her toe into the waters of a man’s world, and if she listens to the whispers around them she’d hear tales of rotten luck of women and redheads who’d taken to see. She hesitates, before she moves to perch tentatively across his knees. Not as closely as she had in the beginning and the bones of his knees dig into the fat of her thighs. “I suppose we can. Ain’t no point in handin’ me a gun if ye’ve no intention of teachin’ me to use it.”

      “Yes, yes, of course.-” His retort is quick and casual as it is short. Disinterest? Perhaps just a little, she was always taking nonsense about going out of the bounds of that of a lass. And the grounds that she had behind were reasonable enough, they’d never get as far into sea should they set sail if they all thought that they were letting in a lady. What with that bad luck business and all, and her being of her nature and all. “-Of course-..” Word is even softer as he straightens to accommodate her weight to settle against him, but then he settles his palm along her lower back with the slight part of his thighs so she may settle over him entirely.

      “All in due time, Anne. Promise ye.” He grunts then and pushes his knee up under her to lift her weight, arm further hooking into her side to tug her weight further into him. Prompting her to settle more against his chest in a more fitting, and desired, manner. He makes a little sound and allows his other hand to glide against the inside of her thigh briefly before he deems to settle his fingers at her knee. His admiring eye lifting up to her then, “For now, yer fine as you are, I mean look at ye-... dabbling in that independence business already-... ye jus need the help in all the right directions now is all-...It’s Nassau, after all.”

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reverse jealous / possessive meme

“he / she wasn’t flirting with me, calm down.”

“they’re just a friend, i swear.”

“you’re being really irrational about all this.”

“you can’t tell me what to do.”

“you can’t tell me who i can and can’t hang out with.”

“there’s no reason for you to be jealous.”

“who cares if they were flirting with me? it doesn’t mean anything.”

“stop treating me like a piece of property.”

“i wasn’t flirting, i was being friendly.”

“i don’t belong to you.”

“calm down. i’m yours, nothing’s gonna change that.”

“are you seriously jealous right now?”

“why does it matter who i was with?”

“i only have eyes for you, you know that.”

“you have nothing to worry about.”

“you need to stop being so controlling.”

“you have no reason to be jealous!”

“why are you acting like this?”

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Jack Rackham, captain of passive aggression and gas lighting? More likely than you think.

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Oh, he’d heard plenty about Captain Jack Rackham - from Jim, from Anne, and from plenty of others before he’d even met his friends who were on this idiot’s crew.  It was not a secret that he was not a fan, but he’d been tolerating the man’s presence for Jim and Anne’s sake as they had a drink.

But then an off-color joke about Mark Read had the bar they were in go dead silent as it also was no secret that Hurricane was just like him - they were men who did not identify with the gender they were assigned at birth.  An insult to Mark in that regard was an insult to Hurricane - though Hurricane would have been just as angry either way because the man was his friend.

The captain vaguely heard others start to make comments in defense but those were quickly ended as he stood and smashed the glass of beer he’d been holding in Jack’s face before slamming him into a nearby table - one forceful hand on the back of his neck with the other grabbing his testicles in a very painful grip.  

Bending over the prone man, he gave a harder squeeze to Jack’s very sensitive anatomy and spoke in his ear in a tone loud enough for everyone to hear as well.  “It would do you well to listen if you wish to keep your bits, you lily-livered bilge rat.  As far as I am concerned, you are not worthy of having Mark Read and Anne Bonny on your crew - but for some reason unknown to me, they deign to grace you with their presence and grace you with their skill which is the only reason you have the things you have now.  Without the man you just publicly insulted, you would be vastly unsuccessful or far more likely, swinging from the gallows.  If you treat the rest of your crew in this manner, Rackham, it’s a wonder you haven’t been marooned yet or worse.”

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    It was folly, it was. Anne was his lass, they’d sailed here to Nassau with tjust two of them. He knew that she had wanted to sail, had even worked hard to make sure the men wouldn’t act up anymore having a woman on board the ship. Sure, she shot the man- but who was the Captain who’s bed she warmed? Hmn? Anne had started off as a sweet lass, too timid when she had arisen from the lashing given to her from Bonny. She owed him, she was his, his lass. Not anyone else’s.

     He knew to watch that bastard, he did. But Mark Read had been a valuable asset and had proven himself a good work man, and a better sailor. He was a navy man after all, and knew a thing or two about what it was to see the Revenge sailing well.

      But Jack, didn’t care for the way he was eyeing his woman. Didn’t like him for the ideas that he prompted into her thinking. Didn’t like him trying to make love to what was his. And so he told him, told him to lay off his lass or else he’d cut him. The fact that Mark Read had squared up to him only told Jack what was on his mind, and just as Anne stepped between them... oh she all but confirmed to fucking him.

      Oh it all came to a climax when he caught them, had drawn his knife and swore to cut his throat, swore to cut Anne’s too if she got in the way. Even if she didn’t know what she was doing- no Jack was only here for her. Only for Mark- to reveal himself. Only he wasn’t man, no- all this time she was a fake. For fuck sakes this was worse. Part of him started to think that he could salvage this; maybe invite the lass to his bed with Anne- maybe that would sate the mick one. But time would tell, but for now. This was prime time to get revenge. His eye caught Mark in passing, and his lips curl, and there was a comment. Told them that they needn’t any lasses around just yet, they were satisfied enough in escorts.

         That was the last thing he remembered.

        His back slammed against the wood and he yelled with the grasp of the arms clutching his chest. “Fuckin- pUT ME DOWN YOU FUCKIN’-” and then he screamed as the twisting pain shot up his stomach and into his chest. The burning discomfort coupled with the agony of squeeze flesh made him further yelp. Louder and louder and he jerks and pushes against the assailants hands. “LET ME GO-!!!” He shouts, weight wiggling underneath and another try to shove off.

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     “Without me, the other’s won’t give ye a glance. Ye know it to be true, there-.Anne.” His comment comes with the drawl of her alias. His eye settled on her from the tankard gripped within his palm. His fingers mold and tap against the grip of the cup and his eye wanders to her. “Without me, all they will see is a single lass-... and what..” And a shrug came as he settles on his elbow then, “You go on...” His voice lowers then, “Take up the name Andrew- jus as ye say ye will... sure they won’t see ye anymore as ye are..but then ye’d only be lad.. jus a lad..”

       And then he takes a swig of the ale and sighs, “Ye’ve come a long way from the wee girl who’d I’ve taken from Bonny’s clutches, but yer still-.. well..” He sniffs with a light shrug.”We can work together on that, hm? I got ye a pistol ‘at’s a good start, eh?.. now c’mon.. give us a sit..” The tankard thunks back down as he sits back and pats along his thigh.

        @onlyliberty​ / gets the first Jack Rackham thing.

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    Should I, or should I not, make rules... hmn..

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alright. i’m pretty satisfied with how thing are at a base. Hi, Welcome to my Jack Rackham blog.

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i hate that this works. look. at. this.

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     First post, before I try to set up things. Jack Rackham didn’t love Anne Bonny. Not truly. She was only a trophy of the fact that he was pirate, he was in love with the idea of her, not her as a person.

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UPDATED! (May 30th, 2019)!

(Base) theme: Desmond. / Live Preview / Download: Code.

Consider this a little bit of an early Christmas present, but primarily as yet another thank you to each and every single one of you that has found an interest in my aesthetic, my style and my themes as a whole. My sole intention at the very beginning was to merely release the theme I’d made for myself, but never did I think I’d release more after that. But the community’s interest, appreciation and overall support has been utterly inspiring. And in each of you, I’ve found a reason to continue releasing these. From the bottom of my heart, my sincerest and endless thank you’s.

I know that I must sound repetitve at this point, but here we go again: here’s another fully functional container theme with customizable popup pages. This theme is made specifically to be extremely non-coder friendly because of meta tag usage, which allows all of the work (including popup pages) to be done in the customization instead of the coding itself. 

Important note: Unlike its predecessors, this more minimalistic variant of my container theme does not require photoshop to set up the images. To simpify it for you guys further, I made it so that you can directly upload your chosen images into the theme, limiting the amount of work to potentially mere cropping, for which I’d recommend imageresize.

Other important notes/help/commonly addressed issues:

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2. In regards to your popup pages. <h1> text here </h1>  is the code needed for general headers. While subheaders are created by wrapping your text with <h4> text here </h4>

3. If you utilize the boxes on the customization page for your popup pages, I’m aware that they are a little wonky. Sadly, this is something on Tumblr’s end and therefore out of my control. I would suggest writing what you want in a program such as Notepad or Wordpad and then copying it over into the respective boxes.

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