Hey guys can you help me find some of samhound's Black sails art
Specifically the vamp!flint one and all the trans!silver ones

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Hey guys can you help me find some of samhound's Black sails art
Specifically the vamp!flint one and all the trans!silver ones
samhound replied to your post: new icon for pride :)
APPROVED
:D<3
tagged by the wonderful @samhound!
rules: tag 9 people with excellent taste (Aw, Sam, thanks!)
colour(s) I’m currently wearing:
Various shades of faded black, yellow socks.
last band t-shirt I bought:
Easy. Sons of an Illustrious Father.
last band I saw live:
I feel like I’ve been to a gig since then, but I think it must be Sons of an Illustrious Father again (a different one to the shirt-purchasing one...)
last song I listened to:
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds’ cover of Helpless.
lipstick or chapstick?
Chapstick!
last movie I watched:
The Shape of Water.
last three tv shows I watched:
The Good Place, She’s Gotta Have It!, Jane The Virgin.
last three characters I identified with:
Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place).
Credence Barebone (Fantastic Beasts)
In certain ways I find Jack Rackham very relatable. (Black Sails)
book I’m currently reading:
The Beauty Myth - Naomi Wolf.
I tag: @old-long-john, @gothyringwald, @angst-wizard, @angryzilla, @reluming, @walter-sullivan-stubble
samhound replied to your post “I don't even watch Gotham, but that pebble post was so cute I'm crying...”
agdsjjssj 💕💕
IT’S TRUE AND I SHOULD SAY IT
(here is a sweet something for @samhound who likes fluff and he said he’d draw my OC’s so we’re TRADING. yes. FlintHamilton fluff)
James found joy in life again; he woke each morning with Thomas in his arms, spent each day with love and laughter, went to bed with Thomas and slept until he decided he wished to get up. And though he missed the sea, the thrill of the hunt and command, he was at peace.
Thomas, however, was not.
He woke one morning to the sound of frustrated shouting from the kitchen. He found Thomas cursing a plate of what he assumed was supposed to be food.
“What on earth happened?”
Thomas huffed, his hands balling into fists. “I was- I wanted- shit.”
“Thomas, it’s alright!” He took the balled fists in his own and drew Thomas to him, kissed his damp cheeks. “It’s only food. What is it?”
“I never- I never had to cook for myself. I wanted to do something good for you but I don’t know how. Servants cooked for me as a child, those bastards gave me food in Bedlam and- there were cooks at the plantation... I’ve never made a meal for myself in my life.”
He was panting when he stopped talking. Panting, shaking, but after a moment he let the anger flow from him in a long breath. “I want to know how to do things for myself now I have the chance.”
James rolled up the sleeves of the nightshirt he wore and set about the kitchen with determination.
“James?”
He took the oats from the pantry and what little milk they had left from town.
“James.”
“C’mere, I’ll show you what to do.”
They spent the next hour preparing breakfast. Oats boiled in milk, sweetened with honey. James showed Thomas how to test when the oats were cooked, and though it was such a simple meal Thomas still had an expression of eagerness and love on his face. When he ate the meal it was with a satisfaction James had never seen before.
Thomas laughed as they cleared the pots, setting them aside to clean later. He stood behind James and held him close, chuckling under his breath as he pressed kisses to the length of his neck and jaw. “Thank you,” he whispered, “thank you, love.”
“Does this mean I’ll finally get a rest from cooking?”
Thomas laughed again, his eyes wrinkling at the corners and James felt the familiar thud of his heart at the sight. “Not just yet... I’ll need you to teach me more before you let me loose in here, I’m afraid.”
“Good thing you’re a model student,” James said softly, reaching up to brush back a stray lock of greying hair from Thomas’ temple. He brought the man down into a kiss, tasting the sweetness of leftover honey on his lips.
They didn’t clean the pots for a while.
samhound replied to your post: hi, if you ever wonder what it would be like to be...
dw im ur dad now and i accept u -adopts everyone-
I am like 95% I am older than you but I appreciate this sentiment so much and I hope it won’t make it weird when I encourage you to draw beautiful nude things like Silver’s butt
samhound replied to your post: God damn does it fuck me up when people describe...
he’s literally the least fucking hollow person he is overflowing with emotions and angst at all times he can barely keep up with himself. he’s the last person who can be described as hollow what the fuck. ill fight these people laura.
Right?! I’m so glad I’m not alone in thinking this.
samhound replied to your post: dimplesflint replied to your post: ...
i was irrationally angry about how small he was, how dare he be the same height as me, i was ready to fight him oh my god, he’s too small
i’m small enough that he doesn’t even seem that small to me 😂