Caroline

26. ISFJ. She/Her. Almost Certainly Boat Posting. Mainly a Terror blog, but Hornblower, Aubreyad, Polar Exploration, Naval History and anything else I’m feeling are all on the table. Shitpost central.

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Decided to compile all of my Davechella inspired playlists in one location! If I end up making any more I’ll add them in. If there’s a playlist that I haven’t made that you’d like to see or if you have any questions/comments please feel free to message me or comment!

Character Playlists:

Francis Crozier (Link)

James Fitzjames (Link)

Edward Little (Link)

Edward Little (Inner Monologue) (Link)

Edward Little (New and Improved) (Link)

George Hodgson (Link)

John Irving (Link)

John Irving (Inner Monologue) (Link)

Thomas Jopson (Link)

Graham Gore (Link)

Henry Le Vesconte (Link)

Stephen Stanley (Link)

Alexander McDonald (Link)

Harry Goodsir (Link)

Solomon Tozer (Link)

Solomon Tozer (Inner Monologue) (Link)

Charles Des Vouex (Link)

Tom Hartnell (Link)

Tommy Armitage (Link)

Charles Best (Link)

James Clark Ross (Link)

Sophia Cracroft (Link)

Jane Franklin (Link)

HMS Terror (Link)

HMS Erebus (Link)

Neptune (Link)

Playlists Inspired by Real People:

James Fitzjames (Link)

Other:

Lord Huron x The Terror (Link)

The Terror Associated Songs (Collab Welcomed and Encouraged) (Link)

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Finally posted my first Terror Fanfic! I’ve had the first couple of paragraphs in my drafts for months and finally wrote the rest in a fit of inspiration.

Mostly an Edward Little character study of sorts that takes place the day after Carnivale, in which Crozier actually takes the time to try and make things right with his First Lieutenant. (I just wanted someone to tell Ned he’s doing a good job)

Read it here (if you want to :))

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86485951

Feedback and comments welcome!

[figgiedowdie]

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James Fitzjames himself made fanart of the incident:

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A unique set of 14 daguerreotypes of the officers of the Franklin expedition, 1845

This remarkable set of three-quarter length daguerreotype portraits was made, en plein air, by the Beard Studio aboard Her Majesty’s Ship, the Erebus, on 15-17 May 1845, just three days before Sir John Franklin sailed on his legendary scientific voyage to the Northwest Passage, never to return.

@clove-pinks

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When your favorite fanfic writer gets a new hyper fixation that you don’t share:

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I can feel the Terror brainworms reawakening of their own accord and compelling me to rewatch. Or maybe it’s the lead

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You hear me screaming “HELP! HELP ITS GOT ME!” from the other room and rush in to see what’s the matter, finding me rolling on the floor in anguish, I extend my arm to reveal one (1) ladybug that has landed there

[withnailcel]

Why was archie lowkey angelic here? (ignore the straight person)

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THE TERROR 1x7 — HORRIBLE FROM SUPPER

[elvenlords]

Aerion + Full Body Shots

FINN BENNETT as Prince Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

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What AKOTSK men would get you for your Name Day

Characters: Aerion, Baelor, Maekar, Dunk, Daeron

Warnings: None!

Aerion would get you a beautiful necklace, designed and commissioned by him. A silver dragon that curls around the back of your neck and rest against your collarbones. Its eyes are sparkling rubies. By giving you this Aerion is marking you as his. The necklace is a visible representation of what you, and he, already know: you are the dragon’s and he wants the world to know. You wear it proudly and Aerion cannot hide his satisfied smile when he sees you.

Baelor would give you a lovely new set of quills. He knows you miss your family and that it is extremely important to you to keep in touch with them through letters. Baelor is always attuned to your needs, anticipating them before you can even register them, and you love him for it. Baelor also gets you a bottle of Dornish perfume that smells of orange blossoms. This is as much a gift for himself as for you as he cannot resist the scent, nor you when you wear it.

Maekar is a practical man. He would gift you a small dagger: black blade, with a bone handle set with rubies, small enough to keep in your boot, under your skirts, or tucked up your sleeve. He tells you he wants to be sure you can defend yourself when you’re out of his sight. He doesn’t say that he couldn’t bear if anything happened to you, but the way he looks at you and gently guides your body as he teaches you how to properly wield the knife tells you all you need to know.

Duncan is not a wealthy man, nor is he one for flashy gifts, the gifts he does give, though, are from the heart. Dunk spent an entire afternoon combing the countryside for all of your favorite wildflowers and got Egg to help him arrange them into a beautiful bouquet. He blushes when he gives it to you and stammers something about how he knows it isn’t much but he wanted to give you something for your Name Day. You are truly touched by the thoughtfulness of the gift and the effort that clearly went into it, and the smile you give him makes every second of effort completely worth it.

Daeron would give you a heartfelt, handwritten poem he wrote for you. He writes about not only your beauty, but your spirit, and the way you have changed his life for the better. It is touching and lyrical, and frankly more beautifully written than anything you had even thought him capable of. He usually has a hard time telling you exactly how he feels and being vulnerable because the dreams make him so afraid to get too close, but he found it easier to put things down in words. You are deeply touched by the gesture and though he tries to play it off, he nearly tears up himself when you are moved to tears and when you rush to hug him he holds you tight.

(Reposting since Tumblr flagged it the first time. This is my first time writing something like this so any feedback is appreciated! Asks are open as well!)

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I once stepped on a stick while hiking and it went into my foot and I did essentially nothing about it until 9 months later when I finally went to the doctor cause it still hurt. He then cut open my foot and pulled out a full thorn that I had essentially carried to term, and then callously threw my thorn baby into the garbage right in front of me. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him… fucked up world we live in

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letting the days go by.....

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The infamous Chivalry gap relationship

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Hornblower Letterboxd reviews: Loyalty

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Open carrying in the Chuck E. Cheese… just LET an animatronic make one false move

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Cause of death: accidentally removing the load bearing Tupperware from the Tupperware cabinet