flint built


Here’s some sad Flint for you. He’s happy for Miranda and seems to almost forget himself before realizing that as Flint he does not have a place in this scene and retreating back into the darkness. 

frame this scene and put it on my fucking wall!!

i’ve now watched the last two eps of Black Sails s2 twice, and am Overcome. i have like 500 thoughts on the politics, characterization and plot, but right now i just wanna talk about this scene because it fuckin killed me. (p.s. sorry if this has already been covered by previous fans, but i haven’t seen s3-4 so i’m avoiding the Black Sails tags to make sure i don’t get spoiled!)

s2 is where i started obsessing about the show’s love of narrative and storytelling. Flint & Silver both gain power because they tell persuasive stories. Vane uses Abigail’s diary as a distraction tactic in the finale. the Urca Gold is NEVER just introduced as “a fuckload of gold,” it’s accompanied by the story of the gold. it might as well be imaginary, along with each specific future the main players want to create with that gold. 

“civilization” is the story Lord Ashe and the British tell themselves every day, and it’s even more fictional than Eleanor and Flint’s goals for Nassau. their utopian future hasn’t happened yet, but Ashe lives inside “civilization” every day, and it’s a fucking hellscape of slavery, capitalism, and brutal laws.

in ep 2x9, we explicitly see how Flint built his persona as a pirate. it’s one of the many things Black Sails has in common with the Lymond Chronicles IMO, partly due to Flint and Miranda’s love of books. they’re the only recreational readers among people who either didn’t have access to education, or have no interest in literature. it’s similar to how Lymond (a mercenary with an educated aristocratic background) was respected but socially isolated from his men, partly by class and partly due to differing goals and interests. in Flint’s case, i recall that scene when Dufresne the accountant became captain of Flint’s crew, and Flint was weirdly disappointed that Dufresne didn’t read the books in the captain’s cabin.

books are almost like a secret language between him and Miranda, like when he visited her house in the night and left La Galatea on the windowsill. (incidentally? PLEASE THROW ME IN THE GARBAGE, I HAVE 2 MANY EMOTIONS HERE.)

Black Sails makes it clear that intimidation and ~brand recognition~ are a vital part of piracy. if people are already scared of you when you board their ship, then it’s easier to steal their treasure without bloodshed. so, we get scenes like Jack Rackham agonizing over the graphic design options for his new flag.

it’s also clear that Flint is unusually good at branding himself as a pirate captain. he’s a brilliant strategist, but there are other captains (ie Ned Low, or even Vane) who better fit the image of Most Dangerous Pirate. still, Flint is the one people talk about (and the one Governor Ashe wants to arrest) because he knows how to spin a story. that includes his name, which he borrowed from an anecdote that had ~literary significance~ to his self-image as the protagonist of his own narrative. (something else he shares with Lymond, i think.)

Miranda Hamilton is the only possible audience for that story, not just because she knew him as James McGraw, but because she’s the only one who shares his love of literature. she’d fully understand his mindset when choosing Flint as his new name. and, of course, that scene cements the tragedy of the finale, because Flint has finally acknowledged that he hates the image he constructed around himself… before diving straight back into that persona, with seemingly no hope of return.


“Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains”

White Flint Mall, Bethesda, Md.

Built in 1977 it originally featured 125 stores. Now all but 3 are vacant. Part of the mall is actually demolished. Dave & Busters closed about 5 days before we got here. Walking through the place you get the feeling like you aren’t supposed to be here. Can’t be too great for the remaining 3 businesses.


anonymous asked:

Even though Thomas is a supporting character and has like 10 minutes of screen time (Mrs Mapleton probably has more screen time than him, lol), he still feels like part of the main cast of characters.

he is the part of the main cast if you ask me. he may have had 10 minutes of screen time but he lived through other characters, as well as through the story.  i mean a better part of the story is built around his character, flint and miranda are built around his character. he’s woven into the very fabric of that whole universe. without him there would be no story as we know it. he’s the beginning and the end of it. kudos to the writers and to rupert (and toby) for creating so much within so little :’)

James Flint Appreciation Week
Day 1 - Favorite Quote

I told you of my grandfather who raised me. A fisherman in Padstow. Well, in his youth he was a deckhand on a privateer off the coast of Massachusetts. And one night he was alone on the late watch at anchor in the Boston Harbor when he sees this man climbing out of the water and onto his ship.

A stranger.

Now, my grandfather thought about ringing the bell, but curiosity got the better of him. The stranger approaches my grandfather and asks him for a little rum. Man said that he’d fled his fishing trawler. Accused of killing another man. And when asked his name, the man simply replied Mr. Flint.

This stranger, he never said whether he was guilty of the killing or why he chose that ship or where he was bound, he just sat there. Eventually, he asked my grandfather for a little more rum from below. My grandfather went off to fetch it, but when he returned the man was gone. My grandfather was in Boston for a month after that. Never heard a word about a killing or a fugitive at large. It was as if the sea had conjured that man out of nothing and then taken him back for some unknowable purpose.

When I first met Mr. Gates and he asked me my name I feared the man I was about to create. I feared that someone born of such dark things would consume me were I not careful. And I was determined only to wear him for a while and then dispose of him when his purpose was complete. And I thought of that story.

Am I ready to let him go? Truth is every day I’ve worn that name I’ve hated him a little more. I’ve been ready to return him to the sea for a long time.


The Perry Hannah House

Year(s) built: 1891-1893
Architecture style: Queen Anne with elements of French Chateaux style
Architect: W. G. Robinson of Grand Rapids
Location: Traverse City, MI
Original owners: Perry Hannah & wife, Anna Amelia Flint

This home was built at a cost of $35,000 to $40,000 and is about 14,000 square feet with over 40 rooms. Hannah was a lumber baron (among many other things) and each room is trimmed in a different wood: cherry, oak, beech, birch, maple. Only the Brazilian Mahogany dining room is not done in a native Michigan wood.
The residence features real Tiffany glass, 10 fireplaces, 2 staircases, a massive skylight over the grand stair, a brick carriage house across the alley (see photos), and a third floor that was intended to be a ballroom. The Hannahs never finished off the third floor as this was their retirement home, and they ended up living there for only a few years (Mrs. Hannah died in 1898 and Mr. Hannah in 1904).
The home eventually was left to the Hannahs’ daughter-in-law, Elsie Hannah, who could not afford the upkeep, and almost tore the place down in the 1930s. Luckily, however, she decided to instead donate this gem to the American Legion. Classes were held there in the 1930s when the local high school burnt down, (tarps over the wood floors, gym classes in the basement) and soon after it was sold and became a funeral home (which it still is today in 2016).
The Perry Hannah House is regarded as one of the finest, most well- preserved and restored historic houses in Michigan. It sits across the brick street from a riverside park (Hannah Park) and is right in Traverse City’s downtown.

Sources: Perry Hannah’s Gifts by Peg Jonkhoff & Fred Hoisington, Traverse City Historic Houses by Lawrence & Lucille Wakefield