Jan 19, 2021
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You’re an excellent writer and friend, and very patient. I’m grateful for that <3
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You’re an excellent writer and friend, and very patient. I’m grateful for that <3
severinadestrango
[Got it - she argues that his Navy training means nothing and that she can still take him down regardless. He proposes a duel - she sets up some unusual terms.]
ROTFL Sev! That works with me. Because she could so fight dirty and win against him xD
JENFJGBF COMPOSer + Deci and cutler and Pullings and bram and Philadelphia and EVERYONE I GOT TOO EXCITED
let me pick out classical pieces for writey things
decimus — viola concerto in g major, twv 51:g9: ii. largo
i don’t really have a good explanation for this one, except for the vibe alone. it reminds me of the sound of slack canvas flapping in a lazy breeze heralding evening and of the splash of the hull cutting through the waves and of simple elegance borne not of noble birth or classical training, and it reminds me of white hair beneath a midshipman’s hat (,:
cutler — six suites for cello suite no 2 in d minor bwv 1008: prelude by bach
a moody, powerful cello solo for the lonesome lord beckett. the accidentals of the recapitulations and modulations cut like a knife as the piece grows and grows to such a strength that, if you listen closely, you can hear each finger falling hard onto the fingerboard before a rough chord cuts the piece off. piano cascades of eighth - notes lead the piece down until it arpeggiates to a series of chords slowly taking steps down the destruction of a ship to the death of the prelude.
pullings — poet and peasant overture by suppe
i’ve never seen the opera, nor do i know what it is about, but i feel like the title alone describes pullings. he is a man of rigidity and order ( as that is what is required of him ), but he is also very soft and kindhearted. the overture illustrates both sides of the coin, beginning with a noble chorale of brass before it is taken by the strings and then, solely, by the principal cello. the cello solo is sweet and folk - y in a way, almost as if it were a wish up on a star. it is violently cut off by a battle cry, a strepitoso section of chaos and dictation, each unison bow stroke of the strings exact and precise. back and forth, the piece goes from one mood to the other, detailing both sides.
bram — five military marches, op 39, “pomp and circumstance”: no. 4 in g major
do i even need to explain this? proud, elegant ( listen to that syncopated harp part in the ‘a’ section !!! wig !!!! ), and british.
philadelphia — evening of roses played by sheku kanneh - mason, oliver james, and the cellos of the city of birmingham symphony orchestra
if there was ever a word to describe philadelphia margaret honora edrington, it would be passionate. she has never done, never felt anything halfway. whether it be in her quest to level the economic playing field or to be able to marry her proletariat love, or to simply be taken seriously in a world that would rather not listen to her, she feels things viscerally and completely. and you ,,,,, cannot tell me that this piece does not embody exactly that.
william blakeney — no. 13 iv danses des petites cygnes by tckaikovsky
this piece, from the famous ballet swan lake, features a quadrumvirate of petite cygnes ( little swans ) dancing across the stage, hands clasped. the piece was written and dance choreographed to reflect the way small swans group together for protection and that is one of the reasons why i chose this piece. on a ship of hundreds with watches spent hanging on a thread, i always loved, in the film, how the middies would look after each other and stick together, as they had not yet gained their sea legs in the ways of confidence.
He’s been missing sleep again.
a quick Happy Birthday doodle for @severinadestrango / @lxrdbeckett ! We haven’t known one another long but frankly I adore you & you have made joining this fandom such a wonderful expereince! Happy birthday!
BONUS:
My darling, my dearest @severinadestrango ; today is the day of your birth, and I know I can’t really do much to celebrate it for or with you no matter how badly I wish to do so, I find myself a world away from you ( or actually, an ocean away from you, and multiple timezones. ) But it hardly matters to me when it comes to my love and adoration in regards to you.
We met roughly nine months ago on my old blog for Jackson, and honestly, I have rarely been more blessed than I was that day. You have taught me so much, my darling. You have shown me what wearing strength looks like, even if it was something I used in my prose a lot, I was never quite able to envision it. Now, whenever I write down those words; I cannot help but think of you. For you are to me, the embodiment of human strength. Of human resilience, and hope.
You have shown me nothing but bravery in the time we have known one another. To me, you are the sun, and I’m just another planet orbiting around you; and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can talk a pretty mean game in my prose, throw around symbolism like there ain't gonna be a tomorrow, but when I put myself on the spot like this; I find that I often can’t form better words than ‘i love you so much’. I know that those five words won’t ever be enough / for they lack the depth and emotion which I someday truly hope to convey to you, but they are all I can give you.
For I do, absolutely, adore you. You’re as dear as a sister to me; you have been such an amazing, positive, and overwhelming part of my writing experience on multiple blogs, that it’s hard for me to imagine a dash on which you aren’t present. I find myself smiling often because o you, I find myself having the strength to turn a negative day into a positive one. This, my darling, is the greatest compliment I could ever possibly hope to give out.
You are without a doubt one of the biggest inspirations I’ve had when it comes to writing / when it comes to living! I can’t do much at the moment except try and express my love for you in such a manner. And I know it isn’t enough, no language in the world holds the proper words to explain to you exactly how I feel, but it is the only option I have today.
I will fight for you I will continue to watch you grow for as long as you want me, and I will forever and always continue to be on your team. What I’m trying to say is, simply, that I’m glad that you were born on this fine day all those years ago. I thank the heavens and the universe for that on any given day / but today most of all.
Keep on rocking the world, sweetheart. Keep on sharing the love you have in your heart and keep on being the inspiration you are. The world would truly be a darker place without you, and I’m so grateful for being your friend ♥
Hornblower Prompt: Matthews and Styles contemplate their nervous new officer (Horatio) - presumably set right after he comes on board the Indy.
Ooh, fun! I haven’t written them much! Thanks for the prompt!
Warnings: mention of animal cruelty, vomiting, abuse
Title: Vermin Control
“Seasick in Spithead?” Styles scoffed as he gathered up another dead rat.
“That’s what Mr. Cleveland said. I heard him tellin’ Lt. Eccleston.” Matthews plucked another rodent off from the floor and tossed it on the pile beside them.
Styles snorted. “Well, he won’t be long for this ship, then, will he?”
“How’dya figure?”
“How’dya think? Gangly, fragile thing like that? Simpson’ll eat the poor bugger alive.”
Matthews raised an eyebrow. “You think he’ll be back, then?”
“’Course he will. You heard the captain lecture him last week. He’s no more prepared now than he was the last two times.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Matthews sighed. “Poor Mr. Hornblower.”
“Don’t go getting soft on me, Matty. He’s not one of Georgia’s litter. He can handle himself.”
“At least those kittens had claws. These boys look younger every year.”
“He’s seventeen, from what I hear.” Styles scoffed again. “You’ve been at sea longer than he’s been alive, but he’ll be givin’ the orders. Hardly seems right, that.”
“Mind your tongue,” Matthews hissed, glancing around them. “What if an officer’d heard you? D’ya want another lashin’? The old’uns hardly healed up.”
Styles rolled his eyes. “Quit your fussin’ and hand me that rat behind you.”
“Where?” Matthews asked, looking over his shoulder.
“Over there, in the corner,” Styles said, nodding impatiently toward the pile of straw, next to which lay a rat, its back snapped.
“Ah, right. Fast little bugger, he was,” Matthews said. He snatched it by the tail and tossed it onto the pile with the others. “Not sure Georgia appreciates you doin’ all her huntin’ for her.”
“What else’re we supposed to do, shut up here like livestock?”
Matthews chuckled. “Better than you goin’ after O’Brian again.”
“He was askin’ for it, the things he was sayin’ about you,” Styles grumbled.
Matthews shook his head, a fond smile flickering over his face. “An’ you’re tellin’ me to stop lookin’ after the others?”
Styles sighed and set down the sat he’d picked up to turn and face him. “You an’ me, we stick together, have each other’s backs. We’ll be alright. But with Mr. Hornblower, an’ those ‘young gentlemen,’ one of ‘em’s just as bad as any other. None of ‘em cares for the likes of us. An’ even if he was better than the rest of ‘em, he doesn’t stand a chance, any more than Mr. Kennedy. There’s no winning a fight against the likes of Jack. So let’s just keep turnin’ our backs and he’ll keep turnin’ his.”
Matthews sighed. “I don’t like it.”
Styles shrugged. “No one’s askin’ you to. But what else’d you have us do?”
“Teach him. Give him a fightin’ chance.”
“Him? A fightin’ chance?” Styles snorted. “One large wave an’ he’ll be heavin’ his guts out over the side. And Simpson’d push him over after when no one was lookin’. No good’ll come of getting involved, Matty.”
Matthews shook his head fondly. “Why don’t you go feed Georgia’s litter and let me worry about mine?”
Styles rolled his eyes and scooped up his pile of rats as defiantly as he could. “An’ if a certain someone tries to drown ‘em?”
Matthews’s smile took on a steely note. “Then I’ll show ‘em my claws.”
severinadestrango said: I’m still laughing at how beckett is 5'5 and Norrington is. Taller. By a good amount like if they actually fought? Sorry beckett you’re fucked
lmaooo that’s legit, james is like 6′2″ he’d just put his hand on his forehead and just watch him struggle
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