it’s crazy how i don’t know what any of you do for school/uni/work? who are you guys outside of tumblr? what do you work as??
I’m shook at prev tags ur a CHEF?!? Was NOT expecting that tbh-
i was legit thinking about this today - what do you guys do (if you are comfortable sharing) - are you in school (if so, what are you studying) ? taking a break? figuring things out? working (if so, what?)
i genuinely want to know (it makes me feel like i know you all that much more)
tag game where were u and what were u doing when u found out the queen of England died
The queen is dead, boys, and it's so lonely on a limb
sorry but I am not subscribing to our society's disgusting obsession with youth. when I turn 30 I'm going to be really happy and throw a party and be elated at how much I will have grown by then, the same way I did when I turned 10 and celebrated finally being 'double digits'. When I turn 40 I will be ecstatic. There are good and bad things about every age but there is no way my 20s are going to be the best years of my life because I am still barely getting to know myself. By 30 I hope to be very well-acquainted
me @ dracula daily today:
WHAT ABOUT BLOOD TYPES
One of my favorite details in Fred Saberhagen's The Dracula Tape is the Count railing on about blood types, complaining that clearly Van Helsing is the quack and the villain here, and he, Dracula, only wanted to look after Lucy's best interests:
Let us try to see this matter in historical perspective. Not until 1900, some nine years later, did Landsteiner discover the existence in man of the four basic blood groups, A, B, AB, and O, at which point in time the feasibility of transfusion without great peril for the patient may be said to have begun. Of course ever since antiquity some hardy folk have survived their enterprising physicians' attempts to transfuse blood from human to human, or even from animal to human; no doubt in many cases the survival of the patient has been due to failure of the transfusing technique to work, so that no appreciable fraction of inimical blood cells were introduced into his vascular system. I was myself quiescent in my tomb in 1492, the year of the supposed transfusion of Pope Innocent VIII with the whole blood of three young men; therefore I cannot venture an opinion on the accuracy of that most shocking story. During a period of activity in the mid- seventeenth century I read with interest more than casual of Harvey's epochal discovery of the circulation of the blood. From time to time I continue to gather facts and learned opinions in the field. Although my own opportunities for actual research have been more circumscribed than you might think, and my natural bent is toward action rather more than intellectual affairs, still by 1891 I had accumulated some small knowledge of this subject of more than passing consequence in my own life. Had I known what Van Helsing was doing to treat a vampire's victim—as he saw the case—I would have stopped him. You may believe that I would not have callously left Lucy to her fate. But though I perceived through the continued communion of our minds that she was now definitely unwell, and suffering, I did not guess the cause.
One night of bar trivia is sacrosanct to us.
THE REHEARSAL (2022-), Orange Juice, No Pulp
Dir. Nathan Fielder
That first one is, as they say, an entire mood.
Paul Ready as Harry Goodsir, in The Terror S01E2 “Gore” & S01E10 “We Are Gone”. Developed by David Kajganich.
"There is wonder here, Captain"
Two magicians shall appear in England. And one of those magicians, James Fitzjames, has absolutely no idea what to think about the other magician, Francis Crozier. The man is enticing and infuriating all at the same time. And as James learns more about magic and his own skills, he finds himself growing more and more drawn to Francis Crozier in the process. But learning about Crozier means learning about his secrets and the danger they might hold.
hey there terror fandom. ya girl wrote a fic. and this fic has EVERYTHING.
- 18k words of quality Fitzier pining!
- A JS&MN AU (which means it’s the Regency era! and there’s magic!)
- Musket balls the size of a cherry!
- Inferiority complexes!
- Billy Gibson gets to shoot a bitch!
- A fairy kingdom!
- Fitzjames gets to do a cool trick!
- CUDDLING!
and, most importantly, amazing and stellar art by @awhbeans who is my light and my life and forgives me for putting this up late.
go check this bad boy out!!!
I was lucky enough to get to do some arts for @borderparasol‘s spectacular Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell Fitzier AU for @theterrorbigbang
There’s too much good stuff in this fic to mention, but it also features: Jopson being Jopson, an amazing cameo by the Terror lieutenants, and a very well-placed villain. GO READ GO GO
STAR TREK II: THE WRATH OF KHAN (1982)
“As a matter of cosmic history, it has always been easier to destroy than to create.”
okay new ask game. what's your ethnicity and can you slav squat (squat directly down with your heels touching the floor).
you say it's my villain era and what you mean is that when you were six you panicked about wearing the right thing to kindergarten, what you mean is that in middle school nobody was eating, what you mean is that you spent high school prepping for college and college prepping for adulthood and adulthood fucking lost in the system.
what you mean is that you've been good. you were a good team player. you would have never considered yourself perfectionist - those are people more popular, prettier, more successful - but you carry any flaw like a secret in you, terrified someone will desert you for the simple reality of your personhood.
if you were good you could be loved. you could be loved if you were selfless and thoughtful and caring. if you bent over for every person, if you went above-and-beyond, it would absolve you of who you actually were. deep down, how horrible that you had needs. that you had boundaries, that you had desires. you learned young that you cannot afford to cut people out of your life - you would have nothing left. it is better to live in the service of others, to supplicate. to worship. you weren't exceptional, you had to make up for it in some way. to prove to others you were worthy.
if they need you, it's the same thing as loving you. if you are always-there, always-listening, always-friendly, you are filling a role. you have a purpose. you are living correctly.
villain era, you repeat. you mean: yesterday you finally told a man no. for hours afterwards, you couldn't control your heartbeat. you mean: you've been saying positive affirmations on repeat, trying to teach yourself any new thing about how self care is necessary. you mean: three weeks ago, due to a scheduling conflict, you finally told a coworker that no, you couldn't do them a "quick favor". you have felt bad about that ever since. sure, it would have made you work late and it would have been extra stress - but you feel bad about it nevertheless.
you tell your therapist you have been leaning into evil. she asks what that means. when you tell her: sometimes i prioritize my own needs, she doesn't find it funny. she looks at you a long time.
"and that's evil?" she clarifies.
"well," you say. "feels evil to me."
Fitzjames' first encounter with HMS Terror
It is known that a teenage James Fitzjames encountered HMS Terror for the first time when he was serving in Lisbon, Portugal. This is the entire part of the letter to his Uncle Robert in which he talks about Terror. Consider that last line and fast forward to 1845...
Source: letter on microfilm, Caird Library
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HMS Pyramus Tagus May 4th 1828
My Dear Uncle
I am afraid you will think it rather strange that I have not written to either you or my Aunt for such a long time, but I expected to hear from you by every packet that has arrived till at last I quite despaired of hearing from you.
I suppose you have heard of the wreck of the Terror bomb on the coast of Portugal on her way to the Mediterranean. She was wrecked about 70 miles to the South of Lisbon — and as soon as the Admiral heard of it, he sent us round to her assistance, with the Lyra brig, we found her laying on a bed of sand surrounded by rocks — and the surf beating over her tremendously — the people were living in huts on shore — there were about six other wrecks, of Merchant men, close to her. After having rendered her all the assistance in our power, we came back to Lisbon and sailed again on 26th of April when we found that she was afloat and anchored in a small river close to the place where she was wrecked. We took her in tow, and brought her round to Lisbon, she was very leaky, and was obliged to keep pumps continually working, she is now at the Dock Yard here undergoing repairs and when she is in a fit state, she is to proceed to England — but I do not think she will be fit for His Majesty’s Service any more —
Despite months of upheaval and being dubbed a "vile deviant" for writing kissy fanfic, I did it: my fic for this year's @theterrorbigbang, Something Rich and Strange.
Harry Goodsir's life, imagined as a garden of forking paths. It's 1848 and he is dying in a tent on King William Island. It's 1849 and he is having yet another tiresome argument with the administration of Surgeons' Hall over funding for the museum while he waits for his friend Edward Forbes to return from the Arctic. It's 1854 and he's serving in the Crimea with James Fitzjames. It's 1861 and he is collecting butterflies under the watchful eyes of asylum orderlies. It's 1870 and he is walking on the beach near Fife with his children. It's 1886 and Silna holds his hand as he breathes his last. All of these things are true.
Featuring:
The stunning art of @elfgrandfather !
Ruminations on mortality, fate, paths not taken, and what could have been!
A sequel/prequel/spinoff to last year's story and another installment in my growing AU!
An excessive commentary post!
All the things you have come to know and love about my Terror writing!
Enjoy!
I’m not sure whether this is actually funny but I like how his little angry faces turned out.
Can confirm that this is funny
This is what Rasputin would've wanted.
I feel like I'm being seduced like one of those fancy rainforest birds
is it working
Yes
Adult friendships be like “I miss you bro, let's hang out in November"
Registration for Terror Camp 2022 is now open!
The full program of presentations and roundtables for September 24-25 has been posted here: https://terror.camp/program22
And we're very excited to share our Conference Keynotes: 2 of them this year! Saturday with Russell Potter and the editors of May We Be Spared To Meet On Earth, and Sunday with cast and crew from The Terror including Christos Lawton, Annie Symons, Alex Edridge, and one more special guest TBA!
Registering will get you access to the conference Zoom itself as well as the attendee Discord where discussion will be hosted, along with poster presentations and the Artist's Alley (which signups are still open for!)
See you at Camp :D
xoxo Terror Camp Command
"The magic system is never fully explained" yeah that's how life works. Imagine having a story set in modern day America and the characters have several pages of exposition on combustion engines and telecommunication networks before we get to the plot
i think this is absolutely correct and good writing advice but also victor hugo would like to have a word with you about the parisian sewer system circa 1832
