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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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some rossieranne for the most handsome man’s birthday!
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I’m predictable, tell me about hic, ille, tertius (also I love the song lyric choices that I recognize)
This is the least surprising thing I’ve ever read, yes :) and thank you, I’m so glad you like the lyrics! Anyway, here’s a snippet from the first chapter of “hic, ille, tertius,” the Terror Lieutenants wip: 
“I’m not.” John Irving swallowed heavily. “I know it happens on ships; I know it happens here.” 
“Oh do you?” George said gleefully. 
John pursed his lips. He’d already said too much, but the secrets were building up inside him now, both gruesome and soft somehow, good and evil intermixed, and it was more than John could handle. He didn’t need George Hodgson’s teasing, his doubts. John knew plenty – if not from practical experience. 
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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Arctic Silence (Disko Bay, Greenland) by Jan Erik Waider
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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I am *very* intrigued by several of these, but I'd like to know more about "How Did You Know? (When I Would Swim Back to You)".
Oh man, I haven’t touched this one in a while! It’s an afterlife AU fic about Henry Collins, and I actually had a few new ideas for it literally today, so I might go back and revisit it somewhat sooner rather than later – here’s an excerpt: 
The water was as cold as ice. It burned where it touched Henry’s skin. It sent pain lancing through his lungs until he choked, breathing water and ice mixed together. Air went racing out of Henry’s mouth, escaping into the void of icy sea. Frantic, Henry opened his eyes, hoping to see some glimpse of light, some sign, a way up, a way out. But there was only more cold darkness, stinging his eyes. Salt and ice together, burning. 
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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Looking for a Creation Myth plz
Oh my gosh, I love that you asked for this one, I actually started it as a gift fic for you before my fic-writing crisis, so that’s definitely happening if/when I manage to finish it. I’m giving you no context whatsoever, but he’s a tiny bit of Bridglar, I hope you like! 
When Henry could at last bear to pull himself away from the warmth of John Bridgens’s arms, he loosened their embrace with an apologetic kiss to John’s shoulder, before looking up into John’s dark eyes. To his horror, he found them swimming with tears. 
“John,” Henry said. “What’s wrong?” 
But John only cupped Henry’s face in his warm, sturdy palm, and gazed at him, saying nothing, so Henry pushed himself up on his toes and pressed a quick kiss to John’s lips and tried again. 
“John, I don’t understand, we’re together now, whatever’s the matter?” 
Smiling sadly through his tears, John stroked Henry’s cheeks. “You’re here, that’s all,” John said.
Henry nodded, encouraging. 
“I didn’t think–” John’s voice broke, but he rallied. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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8 LEOROSS and ehhh... why are these all proper titles kat how am i meant to figure out what i want,,, 15 tender you go that sounds fun
Okay SO you’ve already seen pretty much all of the LeoRoss, but I’ll give you a tiny fragment that should be new to you. 
James Ross shuddered, and closed his eyes, and Leo feared he’d made a grave mistake himself. But when he attempted to let go of James’s hand, his old captain only clung tighter. 
“No,” James said, and managed a shaky smile. “I – thank you. And thank you for, well, for trying once more. Lady Franklin must be so grateful, but I would send you off with my own best wishes as well.” 
“Tender You Go,” is another matter, and I’m afraid it really won’t be very fun at all: there’s a longer excerpt under a readmore for length and also extra content warnings for cannibalism & major character death.
“Someone will….well.” Captain Crozier said, a heaviness in his voice that Bridgens was unsure he’d ever heard before. Even before the Captain’s transformation over the past spring, back before, when Crozier had been so dour and disagreeable and a source of constant irritation to Fitzjames, he hadn’t sounded like this. His voice at Sir John Franklin’s dinner table – at least as Bridgens had heard it, when he had been pressed into table service on days when Edmund Hoar was ill – Crozier’s voice, then, had been sharp, fractious. Not like this, not this utter hopelessness. 
Crozier cleared his throat. 
“I hesitate to ask this of any of you,” the Captain continued, looking around the tent at the grim, starving faces of these chosen few: Lieutenants Little, Le Vesconte, and Jopson; Thomas Blanky; and Bridgens himself. “But needs must. Captain Fitzjames himself asked this of us, of me, and we have little choice but to obey his last request, under present circumstances.” 
Bridgens realized that he was wringing his hands, and quickly clenched them to his sides. 
Crozier sounded broken as he continued, “Someone will need to prepare the body.” 
So yes that’s the beginning of the ethical cannibalism “Use my body, feed the men,” story, I’m afraid. God, for someone who can’t bear to read a Fitzjames dies AU, I sure do have the worse possible version sitting in my own WIPs, and I’m sorry for that. 
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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WIP Ask Game
I was tagged by @desvoeuwu
RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
So confession time, I don’t actually have a single organized WIP folder, so these are just whatever WIPs I could find? Minus one “secret project” (that you already know all about Edmund, so don’t worry about it) and they’re almost all just obscure song lyrics oops: 
Any of the Seven Seas
Be Gentle With Yourself
dark unfathom’d Caves of Ocean
hic, ille, tertius 
How Did You Know? (When I Would Swim Back to You) 
Inscrutable to Man
Intertwined
LeoRoss
Long May Your Innocence Reign 
Looking for a Creation Myth
Other Roads Will Start
Really Fucking Weird
Right Before Your Eyes 
Shortage of Sordid
Tender You Go 
With This Ring
Definitely not tagging this many people, but @kaserl​ and @handfuloftime​ don’t seem to have been tagged yet, that I’ve seen? And anyone else who wants to, feel free to claim this as an opportunity! 
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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So like. I know *some* things about fredleo ribbons (wip 3) but I want an update [puppy eyes]
my least written fic noooo ,, but ok so it’s set entirely at night (see my suffering with sleep cycles in the mid-19th century), after they get back? possibly there’s a scene on enterprize but i’m not sure. it’s basically just... weird slow burn but there’s not much burn left. they’re at leo’s house for 99% of it and during 90% of it leo is wearing curling ribbons and fred definitely bullies him a little. 
scenes im thinking of:
fred asking leo if he always does that himself (ft. a nice jab at fred’s massive upper classness) 
fred playing w the ribbons whilst leo is asleep but he can’t sleep
that scene where fred has Suggestions for the Use Of Ribbons (fred no!)
fred putting in the ribbons for leo, as a nice gesture and also because his own hair is so curly that he’s kinda curious about it all.
so basically? i’m trying to do a LOT of things at once through the sheer willpower of only scenes with ribbons at night?? i’m not sure if it’ll work most of my weird setting experiments don’t but if not i’m sure it’ll branch into Something. let freddy be smooched whilst ruining leo’s life !! 
this is literally the only thing i wrote for it so far (probably set during the fred doing the ribbons scene: 
“your lip,” leopold mutters, “it wobbles when you focus on something.” his thumb runs across frederick’s bottom lip in addition to his words. he laughs, but it’s not a mockery. 
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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Nive Nielsen & The Deer Children // Live @ Rockpalast Bonus Kazoo:
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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being 25 is like: im dying. im living my best life. im a failure. my life hasnt started. everything interesting has already happened to me. im achieving my dreams. im cutting my hair with kitchen scissors. im starting a skincare routine. im a corporate professional. im a sellout. im out of groceries. i have too many groceries. i am never going to be successful. i am going to win a hugo award before im 30. im crazy. im boring. i need to finish this essay. i need to finish this story. i need to start a newsletter. i need to start tweeting more. i need to stop tweeting. i need to ghost all my friends. i need to tell my friends i love them. i need to find a new apartment. i need to take out the trash. i am the trash that needs to be taken out. 
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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primal instinct to put ghosts in a rock
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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Something else interesting about Henry Peglar's particular version of Barry Cornwall's poem within the Peglar Papers is that the "the open C" was a rather overtly sexual Victorian slang term — and, as one might assume, the "C" stood for c**t rather than c**k — which means that a lot of Franklin Expedition scholars have interpreted this sexual undertone as very straight (very not queer) but if we take away the cissexist assumptions from that view, there's a really interesting potential for trans readings of Peglar/Peglar's romantic partner!
There's more about that idea in this recent video:
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Hello!, I’ve only watched the terror once, so I might have missed the answer, but what was the C supposed to mean?
hello! the "C" is simply short for "sea". :D
episode 9's title is a reference to one of the few written documents retrieved from king william island called "the peglar papers". the peglar papers are an enigmatic collection of note scraps in a leather wallet found in the jacket pocket of a corpse with a steward's uniform. the scraps contained, among others, peglar's seaman's certificate--which suggests that he might be the author of the papers--letters for posting, musings on the expedition's activities, reminiscing of warmer, happier times; and a rewrite of a popular ditty called "the sea".  
here's a snippet from the peglar papers, which is also peglar's v/o in the show: The C the C the open C It grew so fresh the ever free the ever free the ever free without it without it guard it will run to Earth above the regions round
and here's barry cornwall's song: The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth’s wide regions round;
the peglar papers version could be a parody of the song, or an attempt to recall the song while suffering from worsening mental faculties.
you can read more about the peglar papers here.
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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james baldwin, the fire next time
[id: "where, on any continent, as long as he is unwilling to accept his past. To accept one's past—one's history—is not the same thing as drowning in it; it is learning how to use it. An invented past can never be used; it cracks and crumbles under the pressures of life like clay in a season of drought." /end id]
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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To accept one’s past—one’s history—is not the same thing as drowning in it; it is learning how to use it. An invented past can never be used; it cracks and crumbles under the pressures of life like clay in a season of drought.
from James Baldwin, the fire next time, courtesy of @nedlittle
This is the closest I'll ever come to filling the "Like a bad pun," square of my @theterrorbingo card, and it's technically only like, a week late, so I'm doing it—time is fake anyway, you know.
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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i’ve just seen and loved your top ten historical figures done dirty by the terror (2018) (poor sweet little freddy!) but i have john irving’s biography basically memorized haha and wanted to note that by his own admission he had a bad temper - especially when he was younger - so i don’t think the manson scene was “out of character” per se. but i think he would have been conflicted with himself over it and i would have loved to see his humor and more nuanced relationship to faith portrayed!
Hello! Thank you for the message (re: this post) and I’m so glad to be able to spread the gospel of Freddy!
I very much appreciate the correction about Irving – I'd neglected to mention that line about Irving's temper from the memorial:
I hope you will not think from this letter that I am melancholy or vexed at the behaviour of my messmates; for I am quite happy in the knowledge that in this ship [H.M.S. "Edinburgh," September 24, 1834] <1> my own pride and bad temper have not been the cause of their troubling me (pgs. 17-18).
It's very interesting to me that this fairly gentle reference to a bad temper is emphasized rather than softened in the <1> footnote:
<1> "It would appear that while in the "Belvidera" he was not very popular on account of a hot temper and a rather domineering manner. He was better informed than the majority of his compeers, had decided opinions, and was prone to become dictatorial. We can readily imagine, from personal knowledge, that in early life such may have been his tendency." (pg. 18)
The phrasing of this is footnote seems very odd to me in terms of the contrast between "can readily imagine" and "from personal knowledge" — how clear and actually available was this evidence to the memorial writer(s)?
Regardless, yes, Irving did have a temper, and he knew of it and was trying to, well, improve himself!
I think my internal conflict over his portrayal in the show is more akin to my issues with the depiction of Sir James Clark Ross — I think that (in the main) there are a great number of choices to praise, but the slight lean toward anger and away from empathy is frustrating. In the case of Ross, this failure (for me) comes from the implication that Sir James wasn't still good friends with Lady Franklin in 1847, but his frantic worry in last episode rings true; in the case of Irving, though the bad temper is, as you say, in character, and my sadness comes from the fact that we don't get to see his evident self-awareness of his own flaws — as well as his capacity for change, his potential for kindness — until only moments before his death.
(I also think that there's a tendency to misinterpret Irving's tone in his confrontation against Hickey as homophobia, when it's important to remember that Irving believes that he's dealing with an abuser, in which case his anger is more than justified. It's not his fault he's been lied to by Gibson, who took advantage of Irving's inclination toward mercy and kindness. His outburst against Manson is his real sin, and I can't help but wonder if — since we know that a large section of Manson's story line was cut — there might have been, once, a resolution to that major moment of personal failure for Irving.)
I know that in so short a series, that's an impossible ask. But it's still a request I want to make — I'd like even more thoughtful depictions of John Irving, I suppose, and I hope they reach the same public that saw the show, because he deserves to be remembered well. I fully and completely agree that it would have been wonderful to see more of "his humor and more nuanced relationship to faith," yes!
Thanks so much for the message!
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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Apologies for bringing this right back to the Victorians as per usual, but this is why Lady Franklin was who she became: you can’t divorce your husband when he’s the most famous Arctic ghost story the world’s ever heard (especially not when you were the one who made him that way, refusing to let him go quietly into that good Admiralty death list)
lucan voice marriage is a terrifyingly lasting bond unbreakable by both civil war and death and this makes it an ideal mechanism for haunting
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annecoulmanross · 3 years
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Jimbles Fitzjimbles study based off of Mucha’s Hamlet poster. 
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