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cinematicnomad · 2 days
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THE TERROR ▸ 1.09 the c, the c, the open c
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Not a single brain cell in the mutineer polycule (Goodsir doesn’t count)
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nomilkinmyteaplease · 8 months
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Matthew McNulty on Edward Little
Q:  At what point do you think Little begins to give up hope/worry about survival? A: I think Little's probably one of the most hopeful out of them all, simply because he has clung on to his humanity. I don't think he's compromised his morals up to this point, despite everything that's happened. So, I would say that he's still hopeful. He still thinks that humanity will prevail in this dark, dark world. There's definitely still a chunk of positivity in him.
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hacash · 3 months
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Propaganda
John Bridgens (Officers’ Steward) – SOFT. KIND. GAY. BOOKWORM. Someone on my previous poll described him as ‘sense of safety and compassion personified’ and that description now lives in my head rent-free.
Robert Golding (Ship’s Boy) – Basically the Neville Longbottom of The Terror. Gutsier than he first seems, and the only Face-Heel Turn on this show to make me literally gasp.
(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)
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Rereading The Terror
After that poll, I hope the currently 50-odd-% of you out there who haven't read the book now appreciate the great service I'm offering here. :P
Chapter Fifty-Three: Golding
Robert Golding, 22 years-old and God's Perfect Idiot, returns to camp from a hunting/leads party led by Des Voeux. He's all a dither and has a message for the Captain's ears only - they've found Silna and Tuunbaq both dead out on the ice, apparently, and want only Crozier and Goodsir to come out to see the bodies.
The lie is such a hilariously transparent one that it's almost difficult to see why Crozier even give it the time of day - I suspect it's mainly the repeated, confusing mention of various men injured in some non-specific way that makes him decide to check out the situation for himself.
Golding repeatedly refers to polynyas (isolated holes in the ice) as either "polyps" or "polyannas" during the conversation, which is just very funny to me.
He also, however, refers to Silna with an unsavoury term one might use for a female dog, and openly sniggers at the idea of her gory death, which is incredibly infuriating to me. I'm not going to include a quote here: suffice it to say Fuck You, Simmons - absolutely nae need for it. >:(
A small party of men make their way out to the supposed site of the bodies (Crozier ignored Golding's pleas that he and Goodsir should come alone, and has brought John Lane and Captain of the Hold William Goddard along too). No sooner do they arrive though, and hear what they believe to be Des Voeux's party nearby, than all hell breaks loose!
Crozier and Goodsir are seized by mutineers, knives held to their throats, while Lane and Goddard are knocked out cold, their heads bashed together by Manson who appears suddenly from the shadows. "Are they alive?" rasped Crozier... Hickey leaned over as if to inspect the men, and, with two smooth, easy moves, cut both their throats with a knife that had suddenly appeared in his hand. "Not now they ain't alive, Mr High-And-Mighty Crozier" said the caulker's mate.
A bit of back-and-forth follows between the two of them. Some of it made me laugh again in places: "What do you want, Mr Hickey?" asked Crozier... "I want you to shut the fuck up and then die slow and hard." said Hickey. But the weird levity doesn't last long as the fate of another one of Crozier's last loyal men is revealed: "What'd you always call Johnson [Tom Johnson] in private, King Crozier? Your strong right arm? Here." He tossed a naked and bloody right arm, severed just above the elbow, white bone gleaming, through the air and watched it land at Crozier's feet.
Crozier doesn't give Hickey the satisfaction of an emotional response, merely replies "You pathetic little smear of spittle. You are - and always have been - nothing." This is more than enough to incense Hickey, whose face contorts into "something non-human", his lips drawn back like a scurvy victim and eyes filled with "something beyond madness, far beyond mere hatred." He orders Manson to strangle Crozier, specifies that he should do it slowly, even, which is just delicious to me. A curiously bloodless option for despatch, as well as a deeply personal, intimate one.
Before Manson can obey though, Crozier shoots him in the stomach with a small gun he'd managed to keep hidden. He's shot several times himself in return but ultimately manages to escape out into the surrounding labyrinth of ice, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Goodsir tries his damnedest to escape too but is quickly overpowered by Golding.
Hickey is far more concerned about Manson's injury than Manson himself seemingly is, rushing over and demanding that Goodsir attend to him immediately: "Cornelius, honey." Magnus Manson's voice had the tone of an injured child. "My stomach is starting to hurt." Hickey wheeled, "Goodsir, give him something for the pain."
Hickey and Aylmore then follow the trail of Crozier's blood only to find it ends at a polynya in the ice, Crozier's coat floating in the dark water. They continue searching for him for three more hours - Hickey is determined to find Crozier even if only to have the satisfaction of shooting the Captain's waterlogged corpse.
In the meantime, Golding is assigned the grisly task of butchering Lane and Goddard's bodies. He's positively drenched in gore by the time he's done with everyone taken aback by his appearance - all except for Hickey, who laughs heartily at it before they all move on again with fresh meat and poor Goodsir in tow.
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vreenak · 2 years
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THE TERROR ➢ FIRST APPEARANCES ; F - G James Fitzjames: 1x1, Go for Broke Sir John Franklin: 1x1, Go for Broke Billy Gibson: 1x2, Gore Robert Golding: 1x1, Go for Broke Harry Goodsir: 1x1, Go for Broke Graham Gore: 1x2, Gore
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by Robert Golding | Christianity entails many divine ironies—the dead man lives; the humble woman is exalted; the servant is the King; finding life is losing it; salvation is not by works; the Son of God became man so that men might become sons of God. Another irony less noticed by many Christians is this...
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daffenger · 2 years
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The Terror, episode 9 : a (few) day(s) with Bobby Golding
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oautincorrectquotes · 6 months
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Belle: I can't believe you assassinated the King!
Rumple: Well, 'assassinated' implies it was politically motivated. I killed him because he was a dick, so technically I murdered him
Belle: That's not better!
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aenslem · 3 months
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From strands of your parents’ hair, I made the most powerful potion in all the realm. So powerful, that when I created the dark curse, I placed a single drop on the parchment. Just a little safety valve. Once Upon a Time (2011–2018) 1.22 A Land Without Magic
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lustwithoutlore · 2 months
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Batman: That's enough, Riddler! Time to end this!
Riddler: Good luck, Batman! All the cards are in my hand!
Batman: Uh, Eddie, that's not exactly how you win.
Batman, putting down a card: Anyways, Uno....
Riddler, throwing his cards on the table: GODDAMMIT!
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cinematicnomad · 21 hours
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THE TERROR ▸ 1.09 the c, the c, the open c
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oldbookshop · 8 months
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"Nothing Gold Can Stay" – Robert Frost
(Thanks to @cryptic-queer-cryptid and @cynassa for the brainstorming help!)
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nomilkinmyteaplease · 2 years
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The terror of The Terror.
Creatures roaring, people screaming, being a bit freightened, upset and, well, dead.
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Episode Nine: Random Rewatch Observations
1. Took me a few rewatches to realise that the ships boy Fitzjames is talking about in the beginning, who ran out into the fog and returned, is Golding. Sneaky bit of foreshadowing there!
2. Fitzjames is already clutching at his bad arm in the scene where they’re preparing to burn the dead.
3. Is it just me or does Hickey’s accent get noticeably stronger once they’ve split from the main group? You can really hear it, I think, in his first line here – “Lieutenant, worra miracle!”
4. That little call-back to the Chinese sniper story just guts me every time. It so perfectly exemplifies how far they’ve come individually as well as how their relationship has developed. Crozier has enough tact and emotional intelligence to poke fun in a positive and companiable way, and Fitzjames has enough humility to take the ribbing on the chin.
5. Few little interesting shots of Tozer interspersed there while Hickey and Hodgson are talking. Never really thought about it before it seems now to me an indication that Tozer already has an inkling that he and Hickey aren’t as on the same page as he thought they were.
6. That’s such a weird and enigmatic expression Hickey has on his face while he’s stabbing poor Gibson. Like, I honestly couldn’t tell you what I think he’s feeling in that moment. There’s not really anger there, I don’t think, despite the furrowed brows but I don’t see any great remorse or sadness either which one might expect for him murdering a former lover. I just see incredible concentration, like he’s just totally lost in ‘the practicals’ of survival.
7. I live for the Crozier/Blanky exchange:
“Are you mad?!”
*Enthusiastic nodding and laughing!*
That’s exactly the conversation I often have with my own friends when I’m on my bullshit or doing something daft just for a laugh, and anything that makes me feel akin to a king like Blanky is always good.
8. There’s just a split-second pause after Bridgens lifts Peglar up in his arms that breaks my heart every time. It’s like he’s realising that this is it, that Peglar really is dying now, like he’s taking a moment to himself to try to reconcile both that terrible thought and the idea that he’s powerless to do anything about it.
9. Speaking of power, it’s always impressive to me that an old dude like Bridgens has the strength to just heave Peglar up into the boat like he does. But then again, that might speak to how malnourished and light Peglar is now as much as Bridgens’ strength.
10. There’s someone on the ground behind Hickey right after they’re talking about making camp (with another bit of foreshadowing about a ‘friendly face’ – i.e. Golding). Hard to tell who the person on the ground is though and whether they’re just resting after hauling or have actually collapsed.
11. I’ve posted a bit about it before but it’s so interesting to me that Hickey should choose Hodgson specifically when he’s threatening Goodsir.
The relationship between Hickey and Hodgson is interesting to me in general. Despite working so hard to manipulate him and bring him into the fold, it always seems to me like Hickey doesn’t actually want Hodgson to be a part of the group that much and for his part, Hodgson really doesn’t want to be either. It’s a mutual feeling and is part of what makes it so hard to tell whether it’s the group that isolates him at mealtimes or whether he does it to himself.
I wonder if it’s that general disconnect that makes Hodgson the choice to be used as part of the blackmail, or whether Hickey assumes, however wrongly, that Goodsir will care more about the well-being of an officer, a man of similar class and social standing to himself? Or whether it’s something else entirely?
12. Also! Interesting that it’s De Voeux’s voice we hear right afterwards, that he should be the one threatening a fellow officer.
13. Finally, I’ve come full-circle back to Bridgens and Peglar, the relationship that inspired the video that featured the quote that first inspired this blog.
Another very simple but very heart-breaking layer to things that strikes me now is based around that refrain – “I love the sea, I love the sea”. I very much read it to be a veiled declaration of love for Bridgens himself, of course – what Peglar is really saying is “I love you, I love you” but the simple fact also remains that these guys really would have just loved the sea itself.
I’m sure for many it would’ve just been a job, a way to make a living, but for many others, if not the majority, they would’ve been in that line of work in the first place because they enjoyed, even loved being at sea. That line then speaks to that love and to the boyish enthusiasm they’d all have felt at the start of the voyage, the eagerness for adventure. It also contrasts sharply with their current gut-wrenching reality - that the sea itself, something so many of them would’ve actively loved, has betrayed them so terribly and doomed them.
14. Nooo Little! Don’t waste your patented Awkward Shoulder Pat of Comfort on that wee worm – he doesn’t deserve it!
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chippedcupwrites · 2 months
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The Five Love Languages ➝ Rumplestiltskin Edition ⤷ Happy Valentine's Day 💖
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