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moinkerdoodle

HANDS

#iiiiiiiiii have no strings to hold me down to make me fret or make me frown

commodorenorrington

norrington + text posts 2/?

#im gonna frame that third from last one

tagged by: no oneeeee but i got it from @trickstercaptain by @perfectlycapable′s request tagging: if you wanna do it then steal it like i did <3

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#six months without posting she comes back with a tag

weaponsofpeace

“you haven’t said where you’re going. somewHERE NICE”

Norrington is so bitchy I love him so much. so much

#vine voice you cant kill me im a bAd BiTcH

commodorenorrington

name one hero who was happy.

donapirata-deactivated20180202

oh, I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption.

a very happy birthday to @dying-suffering-french-stalkers !!

#‘whispers in the first movie he’s trying to save Elizabeth and in the second he’s trying to save himself’#IM DYING ALEAH #THIS SYMBOLISM #i never even noticed how well that scene of him at becketts desk mirrors his stance at fort charles #hes so ready to take up the mantle of responsibility again #he may have gone rogue and discovered a wild side of himself that he'd kept tightly leashed before #but he never strayed so far from the path that he didnt want to come back #also can we talk about the body language in the full silhouette shots #in port royal he's well aware that hes a public figure of authority #he stands proudly feet together back straight #chin pulled back #hands clasped neatly behindhim #and then on isla cruces #so much has happened #no one including himself gives a rats ass about him #hes slouching #his feet are apart #his shoulders arent square or even perpendicular really #hes exhausted by life #im just really in love with my navy son and the two halves of his very intresting life ok #(sidenote but rOMAN MYTHOLOGY AU WHERE JAMES IS JANUS :DDDDDD )#(sidenote again happy birthdayyyyy wenddyyyyy!!! i didnt forget you #i just got distracted by my tol sons angst :^) )

piratesofthecaribbean

#SCREAMING FOREVER ABOUT THIS SCENE THO #hes so guilty #all those men who died under his command and hes the one who survived #hes the priest and he's had to bury all his congregation until its just him #hes going quite mad #and he would have drank or fought himself to death back in tortuga if elizabeth hadnt intervened #also just the mirroring of how they must have had conversations back in port royal #james getting too into it and losing himself in the story for a moment #lizzie looking up in shock bc hes changed so much from the man she knew then #instead of threatening pirates with a short drop and a sudden stop hes contemplating it for himself #/suicide mention #suicide tw

daven-addicted-deactivated20150

Jack Davenport & Johnny Depp.

donapirata-deactivated20180202

the guy she tells you not to worry about vs you

#aleah is the best Top Forememe Man

Elizabeth: *can't breathe, falls*

Norrington: S A M E

Norrington: wait WHAT

dongiovannitriumphant

“Cravats are out of fashion.”

Those are the words of a Coward.

dongiovannitriumphant

It’s 2018 now and we are bringing cravats back in full force lads

“I admit I wasn’t quite sure what to get you” rarely did the harlot’s voice betray lack of CONFIDENCE, back so seldom arched as anything but that of a QUEEN. but this was no mere GIFT. this was a mark of the SINCERITY of her affections, the FONDNESS she had for this emerald-eyed cull. & so she handed him a package of INCONSPICUOUS nature, yet concealing a compass of FINE SILVER, his name engraved in ELEGANT script. (it only took a BIT of persuading) “so you may always find your way back to me”

James’s voice caught in his throat at the sight of the silver trinket SPARKLING up at him. A gift fit for a KING; it must have set her back A MONTH’S WAGES to purchase it for him! Strong fingers brushed the charming lettering of his name before EMERALD EYES landed on the gift-giver, free hand beckoning her closer, LOVE in his gaze.

‘ ‘ It’s as BEAUTIFUL as the woman who gives it to me. ’ ’

Lips murmured the words into her ear as James allowed Esmeralda to settle on his lap, wrapping his arms around her to pull her INNATE GOODNESS closer to him. The gifts he’d given her before seemed MATERIAL & TRIVIAL in the light of the thoughtfulness of hers, he only hoped she wouldn’t think the same of him.

He made a great show of tucking the compass into his pocket closest to his heart, fingers brushing the simple posey ring he’d concealed there earlier with NERVOUS ANTICIPATION for the question that would PRECEDE its presentation. He kissed the back of her hand as he rose, pulling her to the doorway of her chamber as he did so. Fingers of his free hand grasped his basket’s handle as they exited the House, a handsome picnic packed for the day’s excursion.

‘ ‘ Come now, we have the whole of Christmas ahead of us and I intend to make you a present of the entire day. ’ ’

#donapirata #v; lovely ladies waiting for a bite #bet u weren't expecting that <333

@captainkingsleigh

The officer looked out across the ENDLESS HORIZON of his prison, rolling hills of white sand blending into white-capped waves in an INFINITE SEA OF MOVEMENT as far as his eyes could see. It was hard to put an estimate on how long he’d been there; his last night on the Dutchman’s deck was fading into blurry memory. The sun was never-ending, providing no frame of reference for the days, months, YEARS, he’d been imprisoned in Jones’s locker.

A flash of brighter white caught James’s eye, a lost gull perhaps, blown further than expected in a strong gale. It had happened before, a LONE SEA BIRD, blown to world’s end, a temporary visitor for the solitary officer in his CONFINEMENT. But this was no gull now, its course was too steady, too constant to be any organic thing charting its own path through the sky. James’s gaze held the shape with a steady, practiced eye, the one difference in the MONOTONOUS REALM in which he was King.

As the shape grew closer, James could make out other shapes beneath it, the silhouette sharpening into the familiar shape of A SHIP at full canvas. Was his blood capable of flowing, his pulse would have quickened. ( A ship! What does it mean? ) In his eagerness, he allowed his mind to imagine Elizabeth sailing to bring him back, a PROUD PIRATE CAPTAIN, coming to free the man who had freed her.

James’s dry, taut lips curved into a smile. Was there finally to be a change in his monotonous existence?

#captainkingsleigh #v; welcome to eternity #he's in for a helluva time warp B )))))

@donapirata ( ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ x )

❛❛ James, no, you’re not —— you’re not a MONSTER. ❜❜

God, how she wished she could pry that GODDAMN bottle from his grasp. She wanted JAMES here, not this rum-soaked RAG of a man, she needed her GOLDEN BOY to whisper at her ear that he was HERE NOW, that everything was going to be alright, that she’d struggled long and toiled hard but he was BACK and he was ALIVE and he was going to TAKE CARE OF HER, just like he promised, just like he’d always promised. ( what had become of her, that she’d believe something so FUCKING STUPID? that she’d EVER trust a man to look after her, any man? ) If anyone destroyed you, it was YOU, not him. Her jaw ACHED from gritted teeth and still she summoned a GENTLE SMILE, descending with all grace to sit astride MUD-SOAKED lap, arms cast around his neck. If she pretended nothing had changed, if she WANTED it hard enough, his speech would un-slur, he’d realize the stakes of her new situation, he’d WAKE UP the same man she’d sent her heart off with on that DAMNABLE VOYAGE.

Jesus Christ, Derek was right. What kind of HARLOT are you?

❛❛ I love you. I know things aren’t the same as they were, I’m not as BEAUTIFUL as I was but I —— I’ve MISSED YOU. I still want you. I still need you. James, PLEASE. ❜❜

If only Wills could see her now, groveling to some Tortuga drunk and moaning on about LOVE. And you thought I was stupid then. She’d ended up EXACTLY where he said she’d be if she let her heart get involved, and here she was still HOPING.

A tremulous smile TWISTED cracked lips into a grimace.

‘ ‘ AM I NOT? ’ ’

Words BURST from him explosively, wasting more of his WANING STRENGTH as he sagged into his chair, wheezing down the neck of his bottle as another SWILL burned its way down RAGGED THROAT.

Her POSITION on his lap prevented him from leaving the past to rapidly-souring memories. He WAS a monster. ( A man doesn’t lead their crew into danger chasing a daydream. A man doesn’t stand DEFIANT & ADAMANT before a court that they’ve done no wrong while the GUILT ROTS AWAY inside of him. You’re not living a nightmare, you ARE the nightmare. ) He could have pushed her away, perhaps, if he summoned the strength, but to what end?

Here was a creature, perhaps never pure while he’d known her, but wildly desperate for something REAL to hold onto in her EASILY OVERTURNED world. She wouldn’t find the COMFORT she sought from him, his body was no more than a shell for liquor and regrets; the man she had dared to LOVE was dead, transformed into a MONSTER worse than its creator.

‘ ‘ I’m not the man you knew. I have nothing to offer you, Señorita De Sevilla. ’ ’

#donapirata #v; one chapter behind

porterr-robinson

properbastard

@thepromiseofredemption, @trickstercaptain

#IM CACKLING HELP IM GONNA GIVE MYSELF HICCUPS

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