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leadandblood · 8 hours
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More photos from Aidan Monaghan
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and not one atom of happiness
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is destined to spin eternally.
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evergreensounds · 7 days
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old anglophone folksongs that were probably around in the 1840s + terror characters
Hickey - Sam Hall known as Ethan Lang in the US -> unrepenting killer about to be hung curses everyone around him
Some Irish version leave out the the cursing but this one doesn't
Where is my sailor boy/ many other titles- Henry Collins, Billy Orren -> lovers lament of a drowned sailor
Golden Vanity/Merry golden tree- Jopson -> speaks to his perceived betrayal by Crozier
The house carpenter/deamon lover - Sophia Cracroft -> do you think she was scared that Crozier would return to haunt her? They might not have been engaged and I don't know if she remarried but she definitely seems to be haunted by what she could have had with Francis
Lord Randal - John Morfin.-> He's poisoned, need I say more
pt. 2 coming soon
p.s obviously not all, if any of these recordings sound like they were sung in the 1840s. This is not historical research I'm just having fun
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Still thinking about Collins and his relationship with identity and responsibility.
Like, it's so SO important to him right from the start.
That's not just any faceless seamen down in the water.
BILLY ORREN. THAT'S WHO IT IS.
A real human being. That's who it is.
A real human being whose safety I was responsible for and who I have now, through no fault of my own, failed in my duty towards. THAT'S WHO IT IS.
I think it comes out later in his conversation with Goodsir a bit too.
My nose and my stomach, they don't know horrible from supper... BUT I DO. I DO!
I'm still a real human being. That's who I am.
A real human being who knows right from wrong and is trying so very hard to do the former. That's who I am.
A real human being who is not only clinging white-knuckled to his sanity but to his humanity too. THAT'S WHO I AM.
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necromcom · 2 years
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ID: screenshots of characters from AMC's The Terror with text posts pasted over them.
1) Edward Little with a post by katebushdressedasabat that says "any one else in here a man of constant sorrow" 2) John and Jane Franklin with Jacko, with a post by oniongarlic that says "his wife has filled his house with chimps" 3) Thomas Jopson with a post by jsuh that says "we jumped, we popped, and oh boy (nostalgic chuckle) did we jop" 4) Billy Orren's body floating under the surface of the water with a text post by memorycycle that says "octopus 2022 wrapped / this year you disguised yourself as: coral 10023 times / ocean floor 8064 times / coconut shell 244 times / various fish 196 times / scuba divers long lost wife 12 times" 5) Henry Collins in the sickbay with a text post by moveslikekeithrichards that says "when i was a kid my Getting To Sleep technique was visualizing a child-sized shriveled up mummy with big piercing eyes that would stand silhouetted in the doorway & stare at me & probably attack if i so much as opened my eyes after getting into bed & this technique caused me to develop a lifelong nighttime-induced paranoia & it still takes me 2 hours to fall asleep. so i wouldnt recommend that"
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doing my own october challenge where instead of drawing literally anything i make text post memes only with posts found that day on my dashboard or on my main from before the month started. here's day 1-5
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meduseld · 10 months
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Speaking of obsessing over a character so minor he was played by a stuntman to facilitate his near immediate on-screen death, to function as the symbolic herald of doom even more so that David Young, I’ve built up a Billy Orren in my head who is essentially “Hickey, but in the opposite direction”.
Or that is to say, older than the other ABs and very experienced, Billy is, like Hickey, actively hiding being gay and having a not so savory lower-class origin story and running off to sea to avoid it as well as deliberately ingratiating himself with command. The difference being, Billy’s no con-artist or proto-deserter. He’s truly good at his job and likes being at sea (and surrounded by men natch) as well as setting himself up as pointman between command and the ABs. He’s been here before, he knows it’s best. And unlike “everyone thinks he’s a freak even his friends”, everybody genuinely likes Billy. He’s extremely solid, reliable, a “brick to us boys”, dependable and easy to go to. Gets along with everyone, by design but without malice. 
Henry Collins is a mistake. Not at the start, he knows to get in good with the Second Master and quickly becomes his right hand man and that’s great that’s the damn plan, to have Collins think of him first, rely on him. But he doesn’t bank on liking Collins. Generally “not overly incompetent or too dickish” is the best you can hope for. But Collins. It’s just so easy to talk to him, to say things he didn’t plan on, to actually talk about himself when Billy’s usual trick is to get the others talking and nod along. Seem like you had a great convo, but reveal nothing and cultivate good feeling but no real connection with others. The thing is something between him and Collins’ clicks, and Collins actually listens and Billy, for once, dwells on the social barriers between them when he’s usually an accept and adapt sort of guy. He wants to be close to Collins, for real this time, and Collins seems to be into him back. Collins trusts him. And sends him up to teach a kid some becket bends and Billy never comes back. 
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solomon-tozer · 2 years
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Terrortober 2022, 02: Seaman (Collins/Orren)
'That Seaman'
They're a world a part, Henry knows. Although they sail on the same ship, he and Billy Orren are too different to ever be considered alike. Their interactions are prescribed, determined by rank and class, and that, Henry tells himself, is that.
Which is why it feels so damn hard when their eyes meet, and Henry feels as if they ought to be together. There is something in Billy's gaze that makes the man feel like a companion to him, like someone he should know, should talk to without their station constricting them. He can tell the other man feels it too, his gaze lingering, something passing between them.
Perhaps, he tells himself, in the two or so years ahead, they will come to know each other more. Maybe, in dark corners, they will share stolen moments, and can be just two men enjoying each other's company. Perhaps the careful friendship that grows that first winter can blossom into something more.
Perhaps…
And then Billy falls.
And there's nothing more.
Prompt list / All my Terrortober 2022 fills.
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boilyerheid · 9 months
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also for the game pls Billy OrrenxHenry Collins AU wher3 Billy lives somehow, amputations optional
Henry sneaks down after dinner, when the sickbay is quiet and the doctor on duty has long since turned a blind eye to his ingress like so much warm water. Billy's fourth finger lost the battle with frostbite today, leaving him with only the thumb on his bandage-swathed left hand, but Henry considers it a small price for his chest to still rise and fall beneath the blankets - the drugged stupor of the earlier amputation leaving him at peace, for now.
There's still a right hand to hold as he takes his customary seat by the sickbed, worn in over the long weeks since pulling his beloved from the frozen sea, and that must be enough.
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leadpoisoningprincess · 2 months
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thinking about henry collins and how his character is so deeply changed by his traumatic experiences... in the first episode, the very first dialogue we hear on the ships is henry collins giving billy orren orders with a smile and pat on the back. and when he's about to go down in the diving suit and explaining what his signals will mean, his voice and tone is confident and eloquent and commanding and he enunciates each word like he's used to giving orders. but afterwards, when we see him talking to dr stanley, and later after carnivale when he talks to goodsir, he mumbles and stutters and drifts off mid-sentence, can't make eye contact, constantly fidgets... his speech becomes almost childlike. and then it all ends with him drinking the coca wine and entering a euphoric silly state where he's barely aware of his surroundings and has no sense of self-preservation. idk he's just changed so much by his experiences and it's shown so well
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hacash · 4 months
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Which man here totally broke your heart into teeny tiny pieces?
Propaganda
John Bridgens (Officers’ Steward) – Shaped like kindness. Eyebrows of kindness. Nose of kindness. Promised Fitzjames poems on his deathbed. How can this man not break your heart. Also for those crippled by the inevitable passage of time such as I, he was Archibald Craven in The Secret Garden (1993)! Of course he's wonderful! His heart was melted by the power of love and flowers!
Henry Collins (Second Master) - Such a brave little guy! Went down into the deep in scuba gear I guarantee was not OSHA-approved! Was willing to throw himself into the Arctic for Billy Orren's sake! It also strikes me that he'd be a lot of fun to get high with, for obvious reasons.
(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)
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henrylevesconte · 6 years
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c. "are you crying?", john bridgens & henry collins. no pairing, past collins/orren, side bridgens/peglar. (i'm sorry if this is too specific and also that i'm killing you with the collins/orren but the dynamics of this ship are killing me too ;_;)
Y’all are gonna kill me with this ship, I s2g. But I love it too and I hope this is to your liking (I kind of have a sequel already planned to it ;3).
send me a prompt/combo and a pairing and I’ll write something
c. are you crying? 
Collins/Orren, Bridgens/Peglar 
John Bridgens tended to the officer’s laundry with the easeand care of a man who had been a steward for many years. Most young men in hisposition complained of the work but Bridgens took it as an escape from thehustle and bustle accompanied by life on a ship. It was his time besides latenight in his bunk to do as he pleased; construct letters to his beloved Henry awhole ship away, read his newest book, or even produce his own poetry. It wassupposed to be a time of peace but not today.
John had just set the wash out to dry when he heard whatcould only be muffled crying coming from the storeroom nearby. His backstraightened, gripping onto his latest read tightly as he tried to distinguishwho it may be and if he should get involved. He didn’t want to embarrass thepoor lad, everyone had their moment of weakness, but he didn’t want to startle theperson as well. Quietly he crept towards the hidden man.
“Are you crying?” The older man asked, finally getting aview of the hidden crier: Mate Henry Collins. Collins was a big man with a warmsmile, he had many friends on the ship and was universally loved but now he satcurled in on himself in his own agony. His eyes were blood shot, heavy tearsstaining the sweater that he tugged at to calm himself. He looked miserably upat the steward, trying to get some form of explanation out but only letting outa whine. Bridgens didn’t have to guess what could be upsetting the young man,William Orren was dead and Collins had been on deck watching him plunge to anicy grave.
“He’s in a good place now. I-it was a bad accident,something you couldn’t help.” Bridgens placed a calming hand on Collins shoulders,feeling them sink to the touch. Men fell from the masts often, it’s what hefeared most when he saw his nimble Henry crawling high in the foretop or evensprawled out in a tree looking for birds. Collins wouldn’t be the only manmourning the loss of the sailor but he had a feeling the man had meantsomething more to him.
“I-I could have. I could have done something- Des Voeux keptme from saving him. I’m a strong swimmer and could’ve grabbed him!” Collinsrocked himself gently, already on the verge of hysterics.
“You would have died, son. Then we would have two men goneon Erebus.” Even as he spoke it,Bridgens knew that Collins wanted nothing more than to perish besides Orren. Theonly thing the steward thought to do was wrap his arms around the distressedman and help him through his pain. He had never lost a lover like this but hewould support him, in their shared secret of being two homosexual men withinthe Navy. No officer would give him time to mourn but they had enough to putthe broken man back together, at least enough to carry out his duty. Collinsclung to him, burying his face into the older man’s uniform.
“I loved him.” He whispered into Bridgens’ chest.
“I know. But you have to carry on. For William-.”
“He liked being called Billy.” Collins whimpered, sucking ina deep breath in attempts to steady himself.  
“Then for Billy then. Live for him, Collins. He wants us toreach the passage.” The younger man simply nodded and allowed himself to belulled into a calm while Bridgens kept hold of him for as long as he wasafforded before Commander Fitzjames came calling for him. They had taken a sickman back from dinner aboard Terrorand certainly news of Orren had traveled. Reluctantly the steward let go of thedistressed man, flashing him a closed sympathetic smile.
“Carry on, Mister Collins.”  
“Thank you, Mister Bridgens.”  
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k0rdon · 2 years
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cajunroe · 2 years
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we set the wrong course and headed due north that's where we went wrong
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rubysharkruby · 2 years
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Billy Orren, that’s who it is.
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this, at least, is up to me
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meduseld · 10 months
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There’s a lot of talk about The Terror (AMC, 2018) and its sci-fi adjacentness and resonance and all of that. But I haven’t seen anybody point out that the David Bowman x HAL exchange in The Year We Make Contact sounds like what was probably going through Henry Collins’ coke addled mind if he hallucinated Billy Orren as he was likely to do:
HAL-9000 : What is going to happen?
Dave : Something wonderful.
HAL-9000 : I'm afraid.
Dave : Don't be. We'll be together.
HAL-9000 : Where will we be?
Dave : Where I am now.
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