melonart:

THE KRAKEN
An experiment with a pressureless brush.

leithianxx:

David Jenkins was brave enough to ask the question: What if Blackbeard’s pirate ship was a leather bar?

glamaphonic:

something that’s so fucking good is that okay

part of ed’s initial interest in stede is because izzy misleads him into believing that stede doesn’t care about the legend of blackbeard

but we know that stede absolutely does! he’s completely FASCINATED by pete’s tall tales! he inquires about what blackbeard would do in various situations! in fact, stede literally believes that blackbeard can have a head made of smoke at will!

but the delicious part of it is, that stede, who is as susceptible to the legend as anyone else, wakes up from his fever on his ship that he knows has been boarded by blackbeard

and it never for a second occurs to him that this sweet, friendly man with big kind brown eyes could be the devil pyrate

and ed who for years has had people surrending just to the idea of him, who has people flee at the sight of him, is completely baffled that stede can look at him and not see a monster, that he can hold out his hand and say “i’m ed” and stede just accepts that

of course ed falls ass over tea kettle for him!!!! impossible not to!!!!!!

ajjiwannabeyourdog2:

ed is mysterious as hell if you think about it bc most of what we know about him is secondhand information and his behavior when he’s being laidback and vulnerable is pretty normal, but he’s also like, nuts, he maims people for fun but  he’s apparently a genius strategist to such a degree that even his evil little henchman specifically admires his “brilliance”. to me he is like, a cartoon Genius who wasn’t given and could not feasibly access as a working class biracial guy with a criminal record in the vague genre 16-1700s, any opportunities in his life to become anything but a crime guy, but bc he’s a genius he of course became the most epic mastermind Crime Guy in the world. he isn’t particularly emotionally intelligent, not booksmart & lightly implied to not even be literate, he is just preternaturally gifted at Clever Schemes and appears to be a pretty congenial guy who’s good at slotting himself into social groups. he has a fascinating combo of d&d style Charisma independent of any actual ability to read people and like, Sherlockian computer brain detective superpowers. he’s giving “guy who’s so smart it actively makes his life worse so he specifically makes terrible choices and stays at least a little wasted 24/7 so he doesnt have to risk the infinitesimally small chance, going against all evidence, that he will not automatically succeed at whatever he tries”. he’s pathologically desperate for approval. he Can Do Anything, but he hasn’t been allowed to. and he’s gay

unwanted-animal:

Our Flag Means Death - The Blackbonnet Kiss

luciusspriggss-prev:

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

Favorite scenes: part 2/?

part: one, two, three, four, five

quillyfied:

They’re fickle, Stede warns, but Ed is having fun, liking being Jeff the Accountant, enjoying being charming and funny instead of terrifying, liking the feeling of being liked, liking being seen and admired and wanted. It turns, of course, Ed uses escargot tongs and a melon spoon to eat a prawn and gives absentminded wrong answers to questions and the tide turns, swiftly making him the butt of the joke instead of the one doing the joking, and they’re laughing AT him and not WITH him and Stede was right, they’re all fickle, and their derision cuts deeper for his being softened up, opened up by the attention and the illusion of belonging.

They’re fickle, Stede warned him, but Ed didn’t listen, too high on the sensation of eyes on him and a hand on his shoulder and sharing of brandy and clothes and a boot sliding over to touch a beribboned high heel, too drunk on what makes Ed happy and what makes Stede happy and one perfect imperfect kiss to see it coming. He doesn’t know his misstep this time, why he falls out of favor, what he could have said or done differently, what spoon or fork could have saved him, but he sits alone on the dock and understands in some deep part of himself that the tides have turned on him again, only there’s no friend in his corner this time, no gentleman to fight for his honor, no quiet corrective gesture or remark. No hand to catch the heart he’s offering, softened up and open like it’s never been before and the hurt cutting deeper for it.

They’re fickle, Stede warned him; these are my people, Stede told him. Ed didn’t listen.