Tag: seafaired

you know very well that i’m going to throw my own url down for the positivity meme right??

{ Positivity Meme }

Listen I knew you would show up eventually so I was like ‘gotta think of something I have not said a bajillion times already, gotta be fresh’ and then I fuckin got distracted by the fact Jack Aubrey’s vest looks like naan bread so I mean, clearly this is going to be a Peak Time for a positivity slam. 

We talked before about how we were like ships in the night, constantly passing one another by until the universe got fed the fuck up with us and just crashed us together so hard we were forced to dock in the same harbor for repairs and now here we are. Still living in the same safe harbor, sailing out but always sure about where we can anchor down, and sure there’s storms and there’s turbulence but we can weather it because we’re both stubborn af and about as willing to back down against a storm as James Norrington when one comes between him and his bae quarry. Let’s not drag Norrington too hard he does that well enough without our help bless his cheekies.

I got distracted again I had a point here that was like completely unrelated but then I got trapped in a metaphor.

OH.

Basically I just wanted to say like, we’ve come a long way from where we started but I wouldn’t change any of it and I am so happy to have you here in Canada and you’re stuck with us now. Family stamps all over your forehead there, pink tulip, you’re a gift and a treasure and we all love you ❤

💦 from jack to thomas ( !!!! )

{ Nonverbal Starters }

Head thrown back in wanton abandon, Thomas failed to contain himself properly as a groan tore itself from his throat. One hand anchored itself in Jack’s hair, fingers threading through the strands to take a firm and steadying grip – careful not to yank, but holding sure enough to cause no doubt to the pleasure that was racing through him as his lover’s tongue pressed firmly along his length, sinful in its familiarity with his form and all the ways to twist him directly toward the purest bliss. 

Thankfully, matters such as this tended to be – generally overlooked – amid pirate crews. That most were ashore at any rate admittedly lowered his inhibitions further, which was perhaps not the politest thing in the world, but he was well past caring as his other hand had to twist into the soft cotton of his lover’s shirt, if only to keep himself from shifting too violently and upending them both from the fucking cot. 

It was hardly his fault of course – if Jack would just be a little more accommodating this wouldn’t be nearly so difficult, but the bastard did love his sense of control. With his arm braced around the man’s middle he was able to angle up enough to begin returning administrations, though the jolt of Jack’s hips damn near undid him, he managed to maintain matters a moment before falling back onto the cot and laughing at the ridiculousness of this. 

“Fuck, Jack, this isn’t working,” He smacked the man’s back, trying to encourage him to move from his singular focus, “Jack!” This was an accident waiting to happen, christ! 

💦 from james to jack

{ Nonverbal Starters }

It was a reckless thing, to trust someone so intimately as to not only bare ones whole body before them without an ounce of shame – but to go so far as to allow that person to bind ones hands above ones head, making that vulnerability all the more intent in the danger that entrapment posed – was a heady and wild matter the likes of which Jack could only consider the height of madness. 

There was no doubt in his heart that he loved James Norrington more than could ever be counted as wise or even particularly sane. They had crossed every line imaginable for each other – had challenged the impossible for one another – had been both Orpheus and

Eurydice in their dance toward the life they lead now aboard the Pearl, as captain and first mate, as friends and lovers, as husbands for better and worse. 

And yet still there were moments like these when Jack found himself boggled by how deeply and irrevocably assured their mutual destruction had become, if only for the fact that two men who trusted one another this completely could in turn only truly be ruined by the other. 

In that particular moment, James was quite determined to ruin him in most delightful fashions indeed. A gasp was torn from him – as were the last of his ruminations – as he found himself drawn deep into a familiar heat. His hands tightened their grip on his bonds, twisting in the leather in search of purchase as his back arched above the cot in a strange mixture of pleasurable frustration, seeking more – seeking anything to ease the tightness of his own arousal. 

“Jem,” There was a low rasp in his voice, a hint of warning that he was growing frustrated with this inability to run his hands all over the damn man and be the one driving him insane, “You – “ Whatever he had been about to say was lost in the wake of a single idiotic error. Looking down, he found himself pinned by the stormy gaze of his beloved – which on any other occasion could be distracting enough –  but to see those beautiful lips stretched over himself – in truth, Jack lost all capacity to think of anything beyond that particular visual. 

💋 from archie to horatio ( because homeboy loves and respects how his bby feels about being dysoned. )

{ Nonverbal Starters }

There was little hesitation as Horatio wrapped an arm around Archie’s waist and dragged the man in close, needing the sensation of his form against his own. The awareness that he was there, present and hale, more than alive but thriving – to feel the warmth and solidity of him as they kissed was more important in that moment than all of England could ever hope to be in the eyes of Horatio Hornblower. 

He gave back all that he could, pouring forth his devotion in the hopes that some of it might settle in Archie’s very bones and cleave to them, so that when the nights between were dark and cold that warmth would be there to remind the man that he was loved beyond measure and compare. 

Taking a breath as he leaned away, Horatio leaned in to pepper Archie’s jaw and cheeks with kisses – as much out of joy as out of love, each kiss holding a little more smile than the last before he rested their cheeks together and murmured into his lover’s ear, “I’ve missed you. Would that we should never part again, if only it could be managed.” 

💦 FROM JACK TO STEPHEN IM SCREAMING HOLMES

{ Nonverbal Starters }

“Jesus,” The prayer fell from his lips unbidden and unwanted even as his head fell back slightly, unable to bear gazing down at the lewd sight Jack had made of himself. Firm hands kept his thighs spread wide, which was perhaps the only thing keeping Stephen steady at the moment as he fought to keep himself silent against the sensations – marvelling, momentarily, at how much easier it was to resist a sound against pain than it was to deny his voice against pleasure.

He could not tell from where the tremble in his hand stemmed as he brought it up to sift through the captain’s hair, catching at the nape of his neck with more uncertainty than he had known in ages. He did not know whether he wanted Jack to stay exactly where he was, or if he wanted to pull him back and regain some semblance of control over himself and the situation. 

In the end, the decision was made for him by some fiendish trick of the tongue. One moment he was caught in the midst of debate – the next, he was gripping Jack firmly and canting his hips up in unspoken demand without any conscious decision on his part. It was all he could do, in that moment, not to set a rhythm right then and make use of what was being offered to him. 

Slowly, reluctantly, he eased his grip and urged Jack off, unwilling to risk obstructing his breathing – though some wild part of him wanted to sink into this completely, he could not bring himself to dare. Instead, he regained his grip on the man’s hair and tilted his head back, sinking down off the chair and onto the floor with him, legs straddling either side of Jack’s hips as he bowed his head to kiss him soundly – demanding his focus somewhere a bit less scintillating, if only to keep his control somewhere he felt he was steady enough to be a contributing party rather than an overwhelmed one. 

“Perhaps you need to have a little bit more faith in people.” || Jack to Stephen!!

{ Black Sails Starters }

The dubious look on Stephen’s features likely spoke volumes in and of itself, all things considered. “I have plenty of faith in people.” His tone was a little bland as he returned his attention to the books before him, carefully notating his thoughts in the margins as he continued, “When it comes to the lengths of human stupidity, there is surely no limit to what they can manage.” 

He glanced up, knowing full well his jovial and naive counterpart would not take kindly to such a pessimistic outlook. “As for the kind of faith you require – I think I shall leave it to the men to hold on to such hopes. Their prayers grant them ease of mind and I would not take it from them – but I am not a man who is comforted by anything short of facts and figures, Jack. I cannot blindly believe – especially not when the numbers and the history behind them stack up like this.”

He shook his head, and stoppered his quill before he ended up making a spot on the paper. He knew that Jack’s enthusiasm was like a hurricane to these men – something that blew through and stirred them all into action as if to do anything but heed the winds would lead to sheer disaster. Yet all Stephen could see was pride, a catastrophic loss in profit and men, and an ambition that could yet see them all ruined. 

“The results speak for themselves,” He stated tiredly, “But if you believe faith and hope will pull us through this, who am I to argue? We both know I’m no sailor, so by all means, carry on.” He huffed irritably, “It’s not as if I can stop you.” He’d sworn not to be bitter – and here he was, chewing bile all the same. It was phenomenal, the way this man could rile him in a fucking minute when he put his mind to it. 

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?” || FOR BABY FROM WILLEM BECAUSE I HAVE NO SHAME

{ Sinday Memes }

Elijah went still immediately – something in his hair could very well mean alive – and the last thing he wanted was a bug crawling around on him. He’d never admit to it if he could avoid doing so, but he was not the bravest of men when it came to insects. 

“Ah – please,” He offered a flicker of a smile, his gratitude palpable as he kept himself from tearing his wig off in sheer panic by nothing more than the force of his will and his complete and utter faith in Willem’s ability to manage the situation admirably. 

“I’m proud of you.” || FROM JAMES TO JACK

{ Black Sails Starters }

An unwelcome shudder worked its way down his spine, chilling him to the core almost instantly. It was a twitch, really – nothing more than a bit of old reflex as he cast a glance behind him before looking down, ascertaining both that nobody was behind him receiving this address – and that there was nothing sneaking up from below while he was distracted by it. 

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Over before it could be noticed, Jack smiled, broad and bright enough that a glint of sun could be caught on his brass tooth – a sign, clear as the skies, that he was putting on airs. He was so open with James that he almost didn’t notice how quickly the old ways could rise – but there were some things ( little things! ) – that were just too dangerous to be trusted. 

“Now Jem,”  He breathed, moving closer as he employed the name he’d granted to his deadliest game to date, “If I’ve done something to offend you – you could just say so,” It did not occur to Jack that the words were genuine. He believed many things – when it came to the value they found in one another, wild and mad though it was – Jack believed sweet whispers and angry snarls alike. 

He never forgot where his Jem came from – never forgot the line they walked together was tenuous, or that every time his heart had tried to beat in time with someone else it had found itself dashed upon the rocks again and again.He truly hated the moments when Jem managed to tear him open, when the damned man would increase the height of his own importance by leaving yet another trace of himself behind when he closed the wounds he opened with the same rough hands that had torn them open to begin with. Yet in the end, he loved those moments – loved the aftermath, as they found themselves woven closer still by the thread of their fates.

This did not feel like one of those moments.

Habit shrouded him, protected him from the fear that welled up inside him that this was it – that this was the moment when their ships would part ways, and Jem would extract every piece of light he’d implanted with one devastating goodbye. People were only proud of Jack Sparrow when they found the means to betray him, and in the hands of the one man who could perhaps truly destroy him, they were easily the most terrifying his love could conjure.

 “Let’s talk this through, aye?” From teasing charm to pleading in a beat, Jack brought his hands placatingly to his lover’s hips, drawing him in as if to seduce the trouble away, “What have I done that’s so terrible it can’t be righted?”