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You mean to tell me this is not how the opening scene to Episode 6 "A Mercy" goes?!?
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leadandblood · 1 month
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Hodgson and his two sons
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majorxmaggiexboy · 1 year
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Hodgson, trying to flirt: are you a communion wafer? Bec-
Irving: do not finish that sentence
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kitschqueer · 7 months
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Lieutentycule ice cream date uwu + details bc twt/tumblr always nukes the quality of my big pieces
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shouldhavetakenaleft · 2 months
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Okay listen the brainrot is real right now so I just need you to trust me…
Terror Heathers AU
HEAR ME OUT!
Billy is Veronica and Hickey is JD
instead of the Heathers you have the Lieutenants (I can’t fully decide who makes up the group; like is it the 3 terror Lts or do we mix it up? I feel like LeVesconte would make a great Heather. Irving for sure should be one since Hickey kills him but it’s hard to see Irving as the main Heather ya know?)
Tozer and maybe Bill Heather (or another marine) as Ram and Kurt?
…and that about as far as I’ve really gotten
Got some vague thoughts about Crozier or Sir John being the principal and Fitzjames being that one teacher who reads the suicide note and thinks it’s some kind of art or whatever and makes copies of it to give to everyone also maybe it’s set at like a naval academy or something instead of an ordinary high school idk
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calvinandhobbes · 2 years
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literally he’s hungry and he wants to live what’s not clicking
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even-in-arcadia · 3 months
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george hodgeson arguably the most butterless man. there was exactly one fun command meeting in three years and he didn’t even get invited. had to hear about it from hickey (very buttered man)
little gets a tiny scrape of butter but le vescontes makes him “share”. irving pretends he never wanted butter to begin with
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runawaymun · 1 year
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I wish there was more fantasy books with mroe feminine female main character
All the main characters who are female "don't like drsses" or "acts more like a boy" and the author tries to make them more reliable this way but I can't relate. Because I like pretty dresses and "acting" like a girl. Also theres nothing wrong with that either. A female main character can be girly while also being interesting.
Another note I wish to see more female character in fantasy books who don't fight. They can still be a strong character without needing to wield a sword. I want to relate to characters who are girly and can't fight because if I was in a fantasy world I would absolutely suck a wielding weopons lol.
There's nothing wrong with female main characters being traditionally girly and not being a fighter. Im tired of authors using the "not like other girls" trope for their female characters.
YES YES YES
The strong female character(tm) is rooted in misogyny. There's nothing wrong with female characters who present masc or pick up swords or engage in traditionally masculine activities, but it becomes a problem when it becomes a trend that in order for a woman to be strong, she must pick up a sword, fight, be outspoken/loud/brash/assertive etc. etc. etc. It becomes a problem when we pit these characters against other female characters with more traditionally feminine traits. (Favorite personal example is the way the fandom -- not necessarily GRRM but the fandom -- treats Sansa Stark vs Arya Stark and Danaerys Targaryen, and Alicent Hightower vs Rhaenyra Targaryen)
IDK you didn't ask for these but here are some recs of books & other fiction who present actually well-rounded and and awesome strong female MCs not all of these are fantasy novels but they're just personal favorites of mine.
Ella Enchanted - Gail Carson Levine
Fairest - Gail Carson Levine
The entire everything ever that Brandon Sanderson has written. My personal favs include Navani and Shallan from Stormlight Archive.
Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen (and just in general anything by Jane Austen ever)
Orlando - Virginia Woolf (and in general anything by Virginia ever)
Stardust - @neil-gaiman
A Discovery of Witches - the show, not the book. The book is kind of terrible.
Room - Emma Donoghue - both the book and the film are excellent!
Antigone - Sophocles
She Stoops to Conquer - short play by Oliver Goldsmith
A Series of Unfortunate Events - Lemony Snicket
A Much Ado About Nothing - William Shakespeare
Macbeth - " (strong female characters are allowed to be antagonists)
Emily's Runaway Imagination - Beverly Clearly
Ramona series of books - Beverly Clearly
A Wrinkle in Time - Madeleine L'Engle
Uglies | Pretties | Specials - Scott Westerfield
Julie of the Wolves - Jean Craighead George
The myth of Inanna
Naya Nuki, shoshone girl who ran - Kenneth Thomasma
A Little Princess - Frances Hodgeson Burnett
Secret Garden - Frances Hodgeson Burnett
Anne of Green Gables - L.M. Montgomery. I'm personally fond of both the old version & the new netflix show as well as the books.
Myst: Book of Ti'ana - Rand Miller
Island of the Blue Dolphins - Scott O'Dell
Coraline - also @neil-gaiman
dishonorable mention on the topic of feminist fiction: Handmaid's Tale. Fuck that.
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daincrediblegg · 3 months
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Do itttttttt
Give us the gory details baby
All right nonnie, if you say so, here you go...
John Franklin had been dead for days. When the Marshalls found him, the flies had been so dense that he’d looked nothing more than a shadow of a man standing over the creek near duskfall. Had there been a man to accompany him, perhaps Deputy Jopson wouldn’t have noticed him at all, save for the way the thing moved and jittered like lakewater, and the man stank of all manner of filth- whether human or non-human, remained to be seen. 
Deputy Little had his theories, and certainly spared none of them to the open air as they rode to where the man had been found. Hodgeson, the Marshall’s man, of course, did nothing to assuage them. The man seemed to be full of apocryphal tales of natives (he’d never specified which, of course), missing children, women with their necks cleaved open by tomahawks, all manner of brutality that might befall a man should he face the indian hordes outside the safeties of their little town. Sheriff Crozier, of course, gave credence to none of them. He was never a speculating man, save for the occasional game of cards he played with Thomas at the Blue Belle, but he’d not put a penny on anything until he had a chance to see for himself exactly the manner of carnage that befell their man. If his years with his badge had taught him anything, fear never led to the truth, and speculation was always the birthmother of that poor mistress. But, he supposed, these greenhorns fresh from those pretty cities back east had nothing but those tales to go on. Not a lick of sense but for that of the men by whom they were raised to go on, none of which would serve them in the open country as they were now. None of it would prepare them for what they would find when they arrived. None of it would have prepared their poor stomachs fresh from breakfast for what Deputy Jopson had to show them.
George was the first to go, and from the smell alone, as they had not even cleared the treeline before he’d emptied his stomach upon the grass. Ned was not too far behind him, judging by the thick swallow that Crozier heard beside him as he scaled down the ridge to where the Marshall and his men waited for them. He at least had had the good sense to cover his face with his neckerchief before approaching further, as Crozier had. Still, all men present couldn’t help but wince under their masks.
Even Crozier himself felt queasy as he came face to face with their inquest. His belly had been empty for hours now, save for the shot of whiskey he spared himself when Jopson came storming into the office in a frenzy he’d never much seen in his young protege. He understood a bit better now to look at what he had seen.
The whole thing looked as though it might up and move by itself at any given moment, were it not for the construction of branch and twig and twine that held the poor man upright. The flies began to shift and scatter in places as he approached to inspect a little better the patches left untouched underneath the swarm. He could hear a man begin to wretch a little behind him, to see the pallid gray palor the man now posessed- Little, most likely, since Hodgeson could dare not venture further and opted to watch the tree-line, and wait for his own betters to arrive back from town with a cart to transport the man- or better he would say, what was left.
Crozier waved his hand then, to clear the flies and better look at what lay beneath the carrion that had gathered, and was met immediately with a scene that made the younger men behind him gasp.
The eyes were pale, but strung open wide, and the mouth affixed- agape, skin pulling back at the lips- rigor having long settled in. The horrified expression, combined with the odd shaping of the man’s pose, provided no clarity. There were wounds around his belly, but little blood soaked into the clothes to indicate their incision. But more ghastly of all was the gaping flesh at the top of the man’s hip where his leg should be, but where currently there was none, and where the flies continued their work at the rotting flesh there, blood and meat congealing against raw bone. 
“Have you found the leg?” Crozier finally asked, his tone even to himself unexpectedly low.
“No, Sir,” Jopson replied in a whisper, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, “I had Deputy Irving sweep the shoreline before riding out to alert Fitzjames’ party. Haven’t seen any sign of it.”
Crozier grunted as he stood again, not so much at the ache in his bones but more for the mention of one Mr. Fitzjames. A foolish man who seemed to be under the impression that his appearance, subdued though he tried to keep it, as it was, might disguise better in this place the truth of his employment, but Crozier knew a Pinkerton man when he saw one. The man couldn’t hide that no matter how many fine waistcoats he owned and wore. Not to mention his distaste for the local culture. He expected the man would show himself any minute now, with those city airs of his, and no doubt, some theory to who might have done this that might satisfy the speculations of the Deputies. 
It would not, however, satisfy Crozier.
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tagged by @lastfridgemagnetleft @j-onathan-carnahan @apolleo ages ago im sorry im only getting around to it now
10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags
margot verger (hannibal)
2. lt george hodgeson (the terror)
3. connor roy (succession)
4. nyota uhura (star trek snw)
5. marwood (withnail and i)
6. dr james wilson (house md)
7. merry brandybuck (lotr)
8. lucky the pizza dog (matt fraction's hawkeye)
9. reginald jeeves (jeeves & wooster)
10. noelle (genshin impact)
tagging @madmaxmyers @tomwambsgirl @georgeromerosanalcavity @simonettasforza @gromit @iceblnkluck
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spader7 · 3 years
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pilkington and hodgson commission for @derry-rain !
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I am once again defending AMC’s The Terror as my favourite work-place comedy
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+ heres one more because making a post without Peglar is physically painful for me
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leadandblood · 18 days
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A month (?) worth of Terror sketches
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Size comparison 😖 some of em are quite big imo. I usually draw smaller stuff (left).
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I did end up throwing a few out, since I couldn't even recognise who they were supposed to be lmao.
These are all from my notebooks or random papers i happened to grab, since I don't have much time to draw outside of lessons. I usually write fics when i get home.
And i KNOW there's not nearly enough JFJs, I don't know how that happened! I drew him at least five separate times, I don't know where all his sketches went😭😭 I must have left them at my parents' home. I promise to search for them😩
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vikkicomics · 3 years
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Coloured version of new The Terror Lieutenant's pic. Just did this quick to cheer myself up. They thought they spotted a bear on the pressure ridge.
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charliemack · 3 years
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buttymcbuttface · 4 years
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Thinking about how all the terror lieutenants birthdays line up month to month like ☺️
November - Jop
December - Liddle
January - Hodge
February - Irving
Nice to know that even during those long winter nights, at least these boys had something to celebrate.
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