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Look at me doing it again just a little past midnight! Thank you to @suseagull04 for the super early tag!
I have only the faintest idea of what this is. It may be something long awaited by a handful of readers of my long fic, but it may also be something that misses the mark entirely and may never go anywhere. We shall see what happens!
Anyone up for being a little experimental? It’s rough and reflects my current mood of “I need to not give a fuck about who I please or displease”.
Of all the challenges Henry has found in his life, Alex is surely the most complex, confounding and insurmountable. Alex has breathed new life into Henry’s existence, made him yearn for a steadfast, honest and true love.
Uncorrupted. Free of obligation, transactional exchanges and deceit.
Henry wants to stop lying to Alex; for Alex; about Alex.
But Alex’s love is suffocating.
Alex demands.
He demands affection and kindness and respect.
Fidelity.
Henry has infinite resources. An endless capacity to please, to submit, to dominate. He can create any fantasy and serve whatever needs arises. He can be anyone to anyone. He can pull himself apart and put himself back together in a new configuration in a single breath and a split second shift of his gaze down, as if merely adjusting a pose.
But Alex demands truth.
A demand for truth demands a reckoning that Henry has no capacity for. He has burned the truth out of himself, banished it along with every unproductive fear that he cannot settle, every instance that his life has disobeyed his will and veered from the path he had set for it.
His mouth nearly betrays him time and time again, spilling words that have no place in his mind but which stumble out from the darkest reaches where he’d shoved them.
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Open tag! Please tag me so I can read more goodies. It’s like watching trailers when I don’t have time for the full film!
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goddess-darkness · 1 month
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“I want you to know, Alex…and I mean this with all my heart, no man has ever possessed me in the way that you do,” Henry said. He leaned up to press kisses to Alex’s jaw. “Not one of them. Not even Dickie.” A sentiment which made Alex snort a little in disbelief, but which Henry ignored.
“I was fading….before I found you…losing myself in that underworld. Part of why I felt so…frustrated this time around because…you came back for me. And I knew I had to start fighting back for you - for us - but I couldn’t figure out how.”
Author fanfic: Rule Britannia. Chapter eleven: Beguiling.
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crownleys · 1 year
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Homo homini lupus.
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kelbzsstuff · 5 months
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When I joke about being a captain of HMS Sabezra I mean I could 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I’m qualified have some photos of my current work office 🤣🤣🤣
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It was bound to happen sooner or later: a guest on the BBC’s Antiques Roadshow presented an artefact, which derived from the slave trade – an ivory bangle.
One of the programme’s experts, Ronnie Archer-Morgan, himself a descendant of slaves, said that it was a striking historical artefact but not one that he was willing to value.
‘I do not want to put a price on something that signifies such an awful business,’ he said.
It’s easy to understand how he feels. The idea of people profiting from the artefacts left over from slavery is distasteful.
Yet, as Archer-Morgan said, it is not that the bangle has no value: it has great educational value.
It should be bought by a museum and displayed in order to demonstrate the complex nature of slavery and as a corrective to the narrative that slavery was purely a crime committed by Europeans against Africans.
The bangle was, it seems, once in the possession of a Nigerian slaver who was trading in other Africans.
It’s a reminder that slavery was rife in Africa long before colonial government.
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It could also remind us that, though slavery was a global institution, the country that led the world in the rebellion against this barbarism – and played a bigger role than perhaps anyone else in its eradication – was the United Kingdom.
Britain did not invent slavery.
Slaves were kept in Egypt since at least the Old Kingdom period and in China from at least the 7th century AD, followed by Japan and Korea.
It was part of the Islamic world from its beginnings in the 7th century.
Native tribes in North America practised slavery, as did the Aztecs and Incas farther south.
African traders supplied slaves to the Roman empire and to the Arab world. Scottish clan chiefs sold their men to traders.
Barbary pirates from north Africa practised the trade too, seizing around a million white Europeans – including some from Cornish villages – between the 16th and 18th centuries.
It was in fear of such pirates that the song ‘Rule Britannia’ was written: hence the line that ‘Britons never ever ever shall be slaves.’
Even slaves who escaped their masters in the Caribbean went on to take their own slaves.
The most concerted campaign against all this was started by Christian groups in London in the 1770s who eventually recruited William Wilberforce to their campaign, and parliament went on to outlaw the slave trade in 1807.
British sea power was then deployed to stamp it out.
The largely successful British effort to eradicate the transatlantic slave trade did not grow out of any kind of self-interest.
It was driven by moral imperative and at considerable cost to Britain and the Empire.
At its peak, Britain’s battle against the slave trade involved 36 naval ships and cost some 2,000 British lives.
In 1845, the Aberdeen Act expanded the Navy’s mission to intercept Brazilian ships suspected of carrying slaves.
Much is made about how Britain profited from the slave trade, but we tend not to hear about the extraordinary cost of fighting it.
In a 1999 paper, US historians Chaim Kaufmann and Robert Pape estimated that, taking into account the loss of business and trade, suppression of the slave trade cost Britain 1.8 per cent of GDP between 1808 and 1867.
It was, they said, the most expensive piece of moral action in modern history.
The cost of fighting the slave trade cancelled out much, if not all of Britain’s profits from it over the previous century.
There are those who continue to demand reparations for slavery from the UK government and other western powers, yet they rarely, if ever, acknowledge Britain’s role in all but eradicating the evil of the transatlantic slave trade, a cause on which we spent the equivalent of £1.5 billion a year for half a century.
Britain’s role in hastening slavery’s extinction is a remarkable achievement.
It’s astonishing that we have forgotten it almost entirely in the 21st century.
It would be difficult to find anyone in the world whose ancestral tree does not somewhere extend back to a slave-trader.
Huge numbers of us, too, will have been partly descended from slaves.
Britain should not minimise or deny the extent to which it traded slaves to the colonies in the early days of Empire.
But it is also important to remember the thousands who served and died with the West Africa Squadron while seizing 1,600 slave ships and freeing some 150,000 Africans.
We must examine and remember everything about the history of the slave trade, including the forces – moral and military – that eventually brought it to an end.
It’s profoundly worrying that slavery evolved to be a near-universal phenomenon among human societies and inspiring that it came to be all but eradicated within a single human lifespan.
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Long live the King.
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sassmill · 3 months
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“So we all hide something from each other, she decided, we all have secrets we cannot or dare not share, and it’s no use asking advice from God who doesn’t answer; and even when people did believe in God and thought they perceived an answer, the net result was the same muddle and chaos that we get today. You’re on your own… you’re on your own.”
Rule Britannia (Daphne du Maurier, 1972)
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tonckavoncarstien · 2 years
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There's this guy, in my class who at first sight looks like the average straight normal "chad" but upon seeing his personality you realise he's a mix between pukicho and Dwayne johnson, he also looked really happy when he heard me mention spiders Georg to my two non Tumblr friends, thus I suspect him and he likely suspects me So I'm posting this seeing if he gains more or less suspicion next week.
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vox-anglosphere · 1 year
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Even the Spanish had good things to say about the Royal Navy!
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duchessdepolignaca03 · 2 months
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Rule Britannia
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Chapter 15: Multitudes (Read on AO3)
Summary: Part II of the "Philip Chapters". Alex contemplates what the Hanover-Stuart-Foxes mean to him, and overhears a fateful conversation between the brothers.
A sneaky peaky:
“He makes me impossibly happy, Pip,” Henry said, his voice smooth and dreamlike, the tell-tale hitch of breath as his words caught in his throat and hinted at tears. “A happiness I could never have thought I would deserve. Perhaps he is my reward, for all that I have done.”
Were their lives ordinary than perhaps Alex’s heart would sing to hear such a sentiment. Instead, the optimist and the cynic in Alex waged war, interpreting the words differently, irreconcilably. Was he a reward for all the god Henry felt he had contributed to his nation, or a reward for its corruption? Was there a difference?
Writing this chapter was a delicious challenge, and I’m actually quite proud of it. It (hopefully) answers some questions readers have been asking, and I hope it brings all the feels!
Happy (advanced) Valentine’s Day! This chapter is a bit anti-Valentines though 🥰
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goddess-darkness · 1 month
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“I’ll have to try very hard not to be jealous,” Henry said, pressing his forehead against Alex’s shoulder, the pout returning.
Alex laughed a little. “Can’t tell if you’re just being cute or…”
“I really would be jealous. I feel all the jealousy I begrudge you, the jealousy that you are more than deserving of feeling if you were a lesser man like me.”
“How very self-aware of you, baby,” Alex said. He turned his body and wrapped his arm around Henry’s neck, pulling him close to his chest. Henry ducked his head, his crown pressing against Alex’s throat.
“I just can’t stand the thought of you having someone else to please other than me. An employer…a boss.”
Author fanfic: Rule Britannia. Chapter twelve: Orbit.
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necarion · 3 months
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There are a couple songs where contemporary singers add a plural, which imparts a noticeable change in meaning.
The first one is the Christmas carol "Deck the Hall" (singular! This is a hill I will die on / hall I will die in). By turning it into "Halls" people are imagining it like a bunch of hallways, rather than a Great Hall.
Another is in "Rule, Britannia" ( [] marking the location of the singular)
When Britain first, at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain: "Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule[] the waves: "Britons never shall be slaves."
When the audiences sing it at the Last Night of the Proms, they always sing it as "Britannia rules the waves". But that changes the refrain from an aspirational to an observational statement. (It also messes with the linguistic mood agreement). British People, if any of you are reading this: it is a calling, not a (far less true than it once was) statement about the readiness of the Royal Navy.
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Also, if the United Kingdom does decide to become the Republic of Great Britain, my money's on "Rule Britannia" as the new anthem. It has some questionable ideas in the poem, but so do a lot of anthems. It's a great tune.
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Daphne Du Maurier, 1971, during a BBC interview
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The Americans fucking suck you retards have no chance
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loz37 · 2 years
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Too true!
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sassmill · 3 months
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I really need all my Daphne du Maurier girlypops (gender neutral) on here to read Rule Britannia because this shit is wild and there are only 2 posts on tumblr about it that weren’t made by me
She was having big thoughts on the future that the youth would be inheriting when she wrote this
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