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Super cute ace pride socks made by my friend @leavesatanalone for our friend-who-refuses-to-get-a-tumblr. (I promised to show them off, ‘cause they’re super cute!)

[lordnochybaty]

Black Sails Baseball AU Not!Fic

My friend @leavesatanalone insists I should share with you the not fic I wrote for her when she asked about the BS baseball AU. I’m doing this to prove my point, which is basically “no one will care, I shall keep on just telling you my not!fics”.

Reposted from the chat with minor editions, mostly cutting down my rambling and spacing it out in more readable form.

@leavesatanalone: black sails baseball au go

@lordnochybaty : all i know about baseball is that it has nice tight outfits XD

but now you made me think of my fave baseball movie and i am imagining james being a grumpy ass coach for a female team during the war silver is possibly team agent helper who tries to sell it cause it was his crazy idea, and few respect him, cause it's a common gossip that he found an excuse not to go to war cause he's a coward

james is grumpy and depressed as fuck because his beautiful lover thomas went to war, though he was not made for it by far and he died

james was either discharged because of their affair or he did something stupid trying to protect saved affair or he got hurt while playing baseball and couldn't

((somehow john does lose a leg during the story and the pain of the angst is how he tried to avoid getting hurt for a cause so he got hurt for nothing or for a smaller cause, idk, maybe he was protecting the girls or got in the accident while trying to watch out for them or some shit like this there's a very emotional scene when it's brought up and john and james talk about how great cause never mattered for john, but apparently, he can get attached enough to make his friends his cause))

girls play baseball and deal with weird antics of everyone. Miranda joins in and there's tension between her and james but she's all I WILL NOT BE PUT ASIDE TO DROWN IN My GRIEF

James angsts when one of the girls gets a message that her hubby died in the war, because a) it brings up memories b) there's something super sad about the fact he cant even properly honestly grieve his own love. He and Miranda possibly get very drunk that night.

Jack is a reporter trying to make this into a story worth selling, he also convinces Silver that for him to take it, they need to take Anne on the team. because anne wants to play baseball. anne is rude to fans and standoffish to teammates, but she's the best player and through a weird twist of fate and how fans work she is one of the faves among the public/audience. jack feels weird about it and that's even before he learns anne is getting involved with max

the team is... how big should the baseball team be? *brb* ok, at least nine. i mean nine playing plus some changes i guess, so: miranda, anne, max, eleanor, madi, abigail, idelle, eme, charlotte, mary and uh, i guess thats all the girls. eleanor would be permanently benched cause she was supposed to be there to make her family look good, how all of them put their efforts for wartime but she wants to play and flint likes her and she’s good, so he let’s her play

(also it might be her hubbie who dies, that would hit flint harder and fuck woodes rogers anyway)

then peter takes abigail out of the team when he comes back from the war. he is a shit who got mildly hurt and had some super-safe duties (as safe as possible i mean) and generally he probably just had some administrative work and possibly just in england or a different part of us. It’s another angst point, because by then Abigail and Miranda are falling for each other.

Anyway, they get succesful and all. james starts getting more into silver, though possibly they havent hook up yet. miranda misses abigail. like seriously misses her, mostly because she had a bright spot in her recently really dark and angsty life and now it's been taken away and they all stay in some hotel/rented house, preparing for a game and Charlotte comes to Miranda and says she doesn't want to disturb her but there's someone for her downstairs and miranda thinks briefly maybe it's abigail? maybe she run from home, maybe...

BUT IT'S THOMAS

Because shit like this can get messed up in the war and he comes back and he's a bit hurt but he's fine. and they hug and everyone wishes them well, but they’re all scared cause they just have 9 players now so if miranda quits... and surely her husband wouldn’t let her play, right?

and one of the girls might run for their coach and james is all: what are you talking about and then he sees thomas and miranda is all "we should talk in private".

and they go into james' room and the girls are all "well, shit, now for sure she's quitting"

but john, who is totally responsible for halfway accidentaly finding thomas (he was talking to jack in the newspaper hq when he heard someone talking about some story about a mishup in the records and how few "dead" soldier are about to come back and he took a look at the list and then got thomas to his wife and james) he says to the girls that its not as obvious as this and perhaps it all will be fine

and there's reunion

and then thomas is at the stands watching the final game

and then the league is supposed to close and john wants to slip away but james stops him and asks him to stay with them

and they all happy and move to a huge house, though miranda and john often leave for the baseball seasons

and one day miranda comes back with abigail who finally run from home and rejoined the team

and they all live happily ever after

the end

[lordnochybaty]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton, Miranda Barlow/Captain Flint, background Miranda Barlow/Thomas Hamilton Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), Thomas Hamilton Additional Tags: Modern AU, accidental dick pic, Getting Together, No Beta, meme based fic, you guys don't how much i had to learn about dick pics to write this, most of my new knowledge was not used in the fic, but it will stay with me forever, Crack Summary:

In hindsight, he should have reconsidered the option of a separate phone more carefully, when he started fucking his employer's wife.

Based on this text post:

boss: “know why I called you in here?” me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic” boss: “accidentally?”

this is all @leavesatanalone fault, i had a strong plan of working on fics I actually started ages ago. or need to finish due to the exchange deadline, but no. have some crack.

[lordnochybaty]

mcnozzo + 38

I bet you all thought I forgot about those, but I have not! ;) More to come, thanks for prompting me :*

38: “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“What do you mean you don’t like them?”

“Well, McConfused, in a fascinating twist of the English language, it means: I do not like them.”

Tony grinned tiredly, proud of himself for completing that sentence without a hiccup despite the foggy state of his brain.

He knew McGee was rolling his eyes too. McGee’s back might be turned where he was still bending over Tony’s DVD player Tony was his senior agent for over four years now. He knew all of McGee’s tricks and all his tells, and he knew the when he was rolling his eyes.

“I thought you liked all kinds of movies.”

Tony looked away from Probie’s backside in annoyance. He couldn’t appreciate it properly anyway. His vision swimming slightly and making his churning stomach feel even worse. He fucking hated painkillers.

He had to focus really hard to keep his mind or even his gaze at the right subject which potentially meant that perhaps he could get a good look at Probie’s assets but it would be far less subtle than his usual carefully strategic glances and that would be bad for all kinds of painful reasons.

He snorted quietly. Assets.

McGee was looking back at him and Tony used all the powers in his possession at this weakened moment to drag his thoughts back on track.

“They’re not movies, they’re cartoons.”

McGee frowned. “I don’t think they would qualify as cartoons since…”

He fell silent, giving up on his nitpicking speech as Tony waved dismissively to let him know he was not going to listen to anyway. He had limited brain power at the moment, no point in wasting it on boring stuff.

“Couldn’t you bring westerns? Westerns are recovery movies.”

“Are they? After getting shot you want to keep watching people getting shot? Usually being just slightly less lucky with it than you were?”

The DVD case cracked in McGee’s hands and they both looked at it in surprise. McGee was clenching it as if he planned to break it in half before reluctantly easing his grip with a slow breath that was supposed to calm him down.

“You watch Disney movies in recovery?” Tony asked slowly, now oddly focused on his partner and his trembling hands as the man put away the slightly damaged Lion King.

McGee shrugged.

“I used to, sometimes, when I was sick. Well, I used to watch them with Sarah when she was sick and it sort of stuck.”

“Oh.”

“I should go, you will fall asleep soon enough, anyway. Boss will check up on you later, he said.” He rambled and Tony found it hard to follow what he was saying so he stopped bothering and watched McGee’s nervous moves instead. Perhaps Tony wasn’t the one most shaken by his close call. “Do you need something before I leave?”

Tony blinked back into the conversation.

“Do you have Lady and the Tramp? I didn’t hate that one.”

“I-” Probie paused. “Yeah, I- I grabbed the whole bunch left in the house, I think it’s in there.”

Tony nodded into his soft, warm pillow. The temptation to just sink deep into his comfy couch and let sleep claim him was becoming overpowering, but he had to keep an eye on Probie.

“Cool. I like it. That short dog and big dog are like Gibbs and Ducky, you think?”

“… I think they gave you some strong painkillers,” McGee said slowly, sounding amused.

Tony hummed in agreement, his eyes getting heavy again. He did like that movie though. It was a classic. it’s a beautiful night, and we call it bella notte…

“I want pizza,” he mumbled, eyes half-closed already.

“You’re half-asleep already,” McGee replied sitting on the floor next to Tony’s couch, near enough for Tony to touch his hair. Maybe he could pass it for an accident. His hand was just laying on the couch and it just got closer and maybe touched McGee’s hair. It was getting long again.

Tony closed his eyes fully shut to fight off the temptation.

“I want pizza,” he mumbled again.

McGee sighed and reached for his phone.

“You won’t even be awake when it’s delivered.”

Tony shrugged carefully and hissed slightly in pain anyway as his shoulder protested. It was just a scratch but goddamnit was it a painful one.

“I like cold pizza.”

“You like all kind of pizza.”

Tony just hummed in agreement. Who didn’t like pizza?

“Nothing like a movie marathon and pizza to speed up your recovery,” mocked McGee already dialing for delivery.

“And we call it bella notte,” hummed Tony enjoying Tim’s chuckle.

He seemed more at ease now. Less tense, the line of his shoulders slightly slumped. There were tiny drops of blood on the sleeve of his suit jacket but he was going to be okay now.

Tony finally let himself fall asleep.

[malloysicals]

Yo Polish Ham Squad (aka Skład)! 

audycja z Hamiltonem! 17:00! Polskie Radio 2! 

you have your orders now go man go

[malloysicals]

wait wait wait. are you polish? have I finally found another polish person obsessed with LMM and Hamilton? please tell me I'm not wrong!

You’re not wrong :D Ale jest nas więcej niż myślisz! (chociaż wciąż za mało)