#james mcgraw

[commodoresays]

Flinthamilton + flirting through quipping

[gooseontheinternet]

what flower would flint cough up?

petunia (rage)

forget me nots (true love) (also don't forget me, duh)

purple hyacinth (sorrow) (also popular as a queer flower)

bleeding heart (vulnerability, deep love)

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Voting ended onJul 6

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[scatteredaffirmations]

"why does my skin start to burn?"

queer ship edits to music by openly queer artists for pride month!

here is flinthamilton × "fable" by gigi perez!

>> watch on youtube (with lyric subtitles) & tiktok <3 <<

queer people have always existed and that includes pirates and noblemen! happy pride

[captainofmybottledship]

James McGraw

[hedgehockey]

Black Sails 2x05 — James and Thomas

It doesn’t matter how many years pass, I still find myself stunned by this pair.

The scale of what each of them risks. The ontological shock that follows.

I do assume some kind of building attraction. Something that, at first, can be denied as immersion in work, and then a little later on in their acquaintance rationalised as admiration or intellectual affinity. Something that, by the time we get to the visit from Thomas’s father, has shifted into something more persistent. Emotionally charged pauses in conversation, awareness of proximity, whatever it is that tells them this is a pattern, and that the other is aware of it too. The beginnings of mutual recognition and the creeping certainty that this matters more than it should. The knowledge that these feelings only show up with each other and nobody else.

But all of that is still manageable. Restraint feels like control. In their socially-constrained world, that’s all perfectly normal.

And then James makes his incredible, risk-it-all declaration. He publicly aligns himself with Thomas against his father, rejecting a powerful man, a peer of the realm, transferring the risk that was until then only pointed at Thomas on to himself. And moreover, he breaks his own strategic operating rules. This is a man who survives by careful calibration, restraint, strategic positioning, and he abandons all of that in a single, visible act. He as good as says out loud, “You are more important to me than the system I have built my life around, and the position I have attained with it.”

For Thomas this must be overwhelming. He’s used to being dismissed by his father, and misunderstood by the society peers who think of him as a radical. James’s declaration is immediate and deliberate, and it comes despite his understanding of exactly what it costs. And since James has just destabilised the hitherto safe ambiguity between them, withdrawal would now feel like an insult; a rejection of what has just been offered at great cost. The emotional conditions have changed. He has proof. He can no longer continue not acting and remain intact. And so he is decisive. He chooses action over contemplation. He gets up, he walks over, he closes the distance between them. It’s not so much a sudden impulse as a need to answer a declaration that might not have used the terminology of love but was unmistakably an act of it.

Until that point, everything James has done could still be framed as principle, loyalty, and conviction, but Thomas’s movement reframes it completely. Ambiguity fully collapses into certainty. He knows what he just did and knows that Thomas understands it too. And he knows they both know why. There is no longer any point in pretending. He couldn’t possibly justify it on any of his usual principles, but he’s just experienced a collapse of all the systems that require justification. And so he leans in.

It’s such an enormous risk. For both of them, but especially for James. Externally utterly unsafe. Unsafe at any speed. But internally, it’s inevitable.

And thus the seed of revolution is planted. Because there is no version of their lives after that moment where it didn’t happen. There is no ‘before’ to go back to. James has been seen, whole, for the first time. All of his ambition, his restraint, his intellect, and his love, is brought together by a single witness. To find that is world-shattering. And to lose it, even more so.

[heycarrots]

“Give up or I’ll kill you.”

But that wasn’t the choice, was it?

The choice was “Choose Thomas or I’ll kill you.”

So if you think that James “The only thing I’m ashamed of is that I didn’t do something to save him, and instead, I listened to you” Flint would turn down the prospect of seeing his lover again in favor of a bullet to the brain courtesy of the OTHER man he’s in love with…

Well…I don’t know what to tell you. It was Thomas or death. That was the choice. It wasn’t Thomas or keep fighting. It was Thomas or the bullet that was poised to fly at his face.

We keep dismissing the very idea of Flint choosing Thomas because we think there was any other option other than a hole in the ground.

Flint was WILDLY suicidal, yet refused to die for the entire series.

Why now?

[commodoresays]

[bisexualincarnate]

It's called "flint of desire" because Captain Flint created gay desire in the early 18th century