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moniquill:

naamahdarling:

wrath-fire-ice:

Bury me in this.

*SCREAMS*

Get buried in this, get found by archeologists ten thousand years later, get presumed some kind of monarch or holy figure.

moniquill:

naamahdarling:

wrath-fire-ice:

Bury me in this.

*SCREAMS*

Get buried in this, get found by archeologists ten thousand years later, get presumed some kind of monarch or holy figure.

Oh god what have I done.

I have to giraffe’sk you a question, can I burrow your washSlothe? I’ll take good care of it I’ll put it beside my dogs shampoodle, granted they’ll be Polar opposite, but it might be dirty cause I have to aranga-take my dog for a walks and I dont have the time to be kitten around with it right meow.

In some ways, Jack, it had to come to this, don’t you think? Me deciding if you live or die. Hamund pulls you out of bed, marches you down to the wrecks to look for a stash of stolen pearls, and somehow, only you and your dog make it back alive. Quite a moment - Jack Rackham with nothing to say. Had I a shrewd quartermaster right now, he would tell me that I can’t let what you did stand. He would say, an offence like that demanded an example being made of both of you, the bloodier the better. But today, I’m a little less worried about perception than I used to be. As long as I hold that fort, it doesn’t really matter. So the street will know what you did. They’ll know you betrayed your brothers for a woman. That story will spread far and wide, and you’ll never sail beneath the black again. You’ll sit in this place and rot, like the rest of the whores. Something tells me that’ll sit worse than dying. Loyalty, Jack. It’s supposed to mean something. Does to me, anyway.
Charles Vane, Black Sails - “VIII” (via fireofspring)

furuyasatoru:

when u get a cute button up shirt and u think it’s going to fit and it does but. but then. u see it.  The Thing

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pimp:

human-p1us:

amazign:

reblog if your icon is the thing you transform into under the full moon

I become a cross, so keep worshipping that idol, it only gives me power.

I become…. me.

I become jensen ackles… shhh

rxckhxm:

“—In a hurry, are you, dahlin’?”

Alcohol had a nasty habit of making bitterness apparent and voicing words that would, normally, have been kept silent, for good manners.

“I’m sorry, am I allowed to remind you this whole…situation…is more than partially yer fault? If we’d…

on the devil’s dance floor  -a mix for those troubled souls ready to sail the seven seas, or to whoever just wants to dance with a bottle in their hand

i. blood on my name (the brothers bright) ii. black sails theme song iii. devil’s dance floor (flogging molly) iv. not a crime (gogol bordello) v. i’m shipping up to boston (dropkick murphys) vi. drunken sailor (the irish rovers) vii. down with the ship (the rumjacks) viii. if i had a heart (fever ray) ix. the baddest man alive (the black keys) x. the parting glass (the pogues) [xxx]

anne—bonny:

I AM NOT GOING TO LAST THIS SHOWS HIATUS HELP—