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the-dog-watch · 11 months

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The Thirteen-Gun Salute

me: i am fundamentally opposed to the british empire and all forms of colonialism and imperialism. history is a record of their atrocities.

my therapist: that's fair

me: but i love it when god's chosen captain jack aubrey is restored to the navy list and reclaims his sword so ere long he may draw it once more in the honorable defense of his country.

my therapist: who doesn't?

(once again, apologies to the OP)

Patrick O'Brian loves to repeat character-types throughout the Aubrey/Maturin series. For example, the beautiful, fashionable lady spies who end up embroiled in Stephen’s intelligence work, characters like Mrs. Wogan in Desolation Island or Mrs. Fielding in Treason's Harbour. Enjoyable in their way (personally I have a lot of fondness for Mrs. Fielding’s failed seduction in The Ionian Mission) but I never find myself that interested in them on their own, or at least not as interested in them as I am in the original; they’re all pale shades of Diana. They might be fancy and beautiful and high class but they lack her ineffable quality of being a messy bitch.

If Diana is the red-blooded progenitor of the Beautiful Lady Spy archetype, then Stephen is the progenitor of another recurring character type: the Bisexual Man with Mental Health problems, another iteration of which is Lord Clonfert from The Mauritius Command, who was the most interesting part of what I personally find to be the weakest, most insubstantial of the books. In Jo Walton’s reading guide, which I’ve been using a little bit, one of the commenters pointed out that the dipsomaniac doctor McAdams and Lord Clonfert are "dark reflections" of Stephen and Jack, an idea I find fascinating. Mirror universe Aubrey and Maturin...spooky!

But anyway, I bring this up because Andrew Wray is yet another iteration of the Bisexual Man with Mental Health Problems, certainly a more destructive and a much more functional antagonist than Clonfert ever was. I really liked the dissection scene; in her review Jo Walton said she found it so gruesome she almost "didn't want to know Stephen anymore;" no disrespect to her but some of us are built different. This is one of my favorite Stephen Maturin crazy ass moments of all time, up there with self-surgery in HMS Surprise and that time he stocked up on too many stimulants in Sweden and accidentally turned all the ship's rats into coke fiends.

But, sadly, overall the messy gay drama with Wray and Ledward (WHO THE FUCK EVEN WAS LEDWARD did we ever even see him speak????) was a little too understated, even for me. Obviously I didn't expect Stephen or Jack to get revenge on them in the traditional way, but something a little more definite than Jack getting pissy at a dinner after the fact could have done the trick, I think.

The dissatisfaction I feel with it is what brings me back to Clonfert; the actual plot of The Mauritius Command feels very remote and inert to me, and Clonfert is the most vivid part. Jack is so basically above him in all ways (or so Stephen describes it) that Clonfert completely destroys himself out of his neuroses and Jack is shielded by Stephen from ever even knowing about or being hurt by it. It was similarly anticlimactic but there was an element of tragedy and pathos to it, and Stephen’s shielding Jack from the disturbing truth has an echo in Stephen’s own inability to fully open up to Jack about Diana, Stephen's inability to open up about pretty much everything.

Thankfully, this book has way more going for it than The Mauritius Command. I like the rhythm and episodic nature of these latter books much more than TMC's rigid retelling of a historical naval campaign. Stephen re-living some of his revolutionary past with the United Irishmen, and re-living some of the divided loyalties poor James Dillon (may he rest in pieces) felt in the first novel was a welcome call back, the Kumai trip was generally wonderful, I was pretty happy about Jack's ultimate ambivalence about being reinstated in the Navy again, and I LOVE the Stephen Maturin Strikes It Rich storyline (more on that next time I think; I do think it's very funny that when it comes to money, neither Stephen nor Jack is 'the smart one.')

I got to really love the Diane, and this is the first time we’ve had a genuine shipwreck; as exciting as that was, it was genuinely heartbreaking to lose her. RIP Diane but I’m already well into the next book and in love with my new girl (Nutmeg of Consolation, you will always be famous. 😭)

Personal Ranking

The Far Side of the World (10) > HMS Surprise (3) > Desolation Island (5) > The Reverse of the Medal (11) > The Ionian Mission (8) > The Fortune of War (6) > Master & Commander (1) > The Surgeon’s Mate (7) > Treason's Harbour (9) > The Letter of Marque (12) > The Thirteen-Gun Salute (13) > Post Captain (2) > The Mauritius Command (4)

#aubreyad #the thirteen-gun salute #recap post #stephen maturin #jack aubrey #diana villiers #andrew wray #he died in this one so i decided he gets a character tag #i like the side characters in this series but honestly i think i have more emotional attachment to the ships than to the guys #like the order of precedence is #1. jack and stephen 2. WAGs 3. all the ships even the ones jack said were shitty and sucked 4. every other character #HORRIBLE OLD LEOPARD AND POLYCHREST you will always be famous!!!!#famous for sucking and being horrible but famous nonetheless

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yutethebeaute · 2 years

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クライド湾とグラスゴー（オーブリー／マチュリン異聞）

Wikipediaより今年の夏は、信じられない「チョンボ」をしでかしてしまい、ガラになくちょっと落ち込みながら過ごしていました。そんなわけで、まったく正しい、言い訳のできない自己嫌悪から、非生産的かつ見苦しい自己憐憫の下降スパイラルに陥らないよう、ヴォケーっとしながら本、しかも小説を読んでおりました。読んでいたのは、こういう時に脳に適度な負荷をかけてくれるPatrick O’BrianのAubrey/Maturinシリーズ。ナポレオン戦争時のイギリス海軍を舞台に、海では勇気溌剌だが、陸にのぼるとカラッきしなジャック・オーブリー船長と、その友人であり、あるときは軍医、またあるときはスパイ、そして本当に好きなのは博物学というスティーブン・マチュリン医師のコンビが、七つの海を縦横に駆け巡るシリーズもの、全20巻。 2003年公開の映画版（”Master and…

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#Arran #Firth of Clyde #Glasgow #Jack Aubrey #Master and Commander #Patrick O&039;Brian #Peter Weir #Russell Crowe #Stephen Maturin #The Thirteen-Gun Salute

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omgkalyppso · 5 days

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15 Lines of Dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

I was tagged by @dustdeepsea which is very funny because I also tagged them. We are like passing ships in the night, you and I. fgdhfdg

I already did this for Étoile and Faedolyn here. So this time I will do Borgakh. You can press J on desktop to skip this post if it's either too long or gruesome. Some vague gore / body horror / horror descriptions in her dialogue.

I'll also tag @cherrypikkins (yes again. you have all those Kitt supports), @peachiehambo, @bladesandstars, @bhaalbaaby and YOU.

Borgakh

"I did, but perhaps I spoke out of turn. I learned a little from our warband, but… I slowly stopped my questions. Do you honor your dead another way? Was I rude in asking?" - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 1: Arrival

"Well, I have lived here five months now…" she chuckled, "so what is that? Thirteen elf years? Living among them in Halfhill was what synched it for me. I couldn't order pumpkin seeds if I couldn't speak to my local grocer." - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 1: Arrival

"For as long as you need. I will hold him," Borgakh promised with a darkness in her voice. - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 2: Broken Chains

"Are you sure? Most ranking members of the Horde want to know: Where were you … during the crossing of the Dark Portal?" He pursed his lips and opened his mouth to speak, but Borgakh plowed forward, her tone more sincere and apologetic. "I was ten when I came to Azeroth. I am entering my fortieth year." - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 2: Broken Chains

She raised an eyebrow as she answered, "You make it sound as if I've never had anyone to guide me. Of course I've had mentors: in language, in cooking, in how to hold a bow or dismantle a gun. I am not undisciplined." - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 2: Broken Chains

She laughed in response, a heady growl; maybe a little more orcish than he was expecting. Lor'thermar's hands went to his sides, as if to reach for a weapon. Borgakh laughed a little more freely before saluting him. "Get fucked, Regent Lord." - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 2: Broken Chains

As soon as her arm came free, she twisted away from him and started untying her remaining restrictions. "I … I also thought to open my wounds." She sat up and turned to look at Lor'themar, eye to eye. "Not to injure myself," she explained, fisting her hands in the sheets on her knees. "I've simply … heard stories of spells and curses being etched into the flesh of my people and then sewn back down so that we are ignorant of their extent and meaning." She looked away again, ashamed. Lor'themar could see the soft twinkling of her eyes through her dark lashes. "I see now that this … was likely paranoia." - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 3: Injured

"Then I will die there," she agreed, meeting his eye. "I know this. Just as you must have, once. Your soldiers do." She sighed, "But perhaps your people have the privilege of time, and can expect that if they simply crush that threshold, the remainder of their days can be spent in the walls of Silvermoon or somewhere else far away. Every home I've ever had has been a battlefield. If anyone will ever miss me, it will be in the context of war." - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 4: At The Mercy of Responsibility

She reached down between his knees to pluck the brown bottle from his hands, and leaned away to look him in the eye, answering more seriously, "But I know: that you would be ridiculed, and I will have done the opposite of proving my worth here, if we are discovered." - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 6: Questions Of Worth

She lapped at his ear and he twitched all over as she whispered, "I'm going to put my mouth on you. If you move too much, you may bleed. That might be pleasurable to you in some places … and certainly not in others." She kissed his ear more seriously, nipping at his ear lobe with the teeth between her tusks as she gave him one last word of warning, "Behave." - On The Isle Of Thunder, Chapter 6: Questions Of Worth

"An orc is an orc is an orc Khadgar; or is Garona not proof enough of that for you?" - In Dalaran

"No, no. Khadgar, tell your mate that if she should ever find herself taken by the Horde, or in another scenario where it might help, that she can ask for me. I'll pay her ransom. I'll fight in her name. Whatever it may be." Borgakh's eyes sort of crossed then as she finished her statement in a whisper, "And … I'll go on hoping never to hear from her." - In Dalaran

“This orc can hold her tongue,” Borgakh answered in chipped elvish, and Ga’el laughed. - Meet Me At The Border, Chapter 2: Reliable, In All Things

"I met a couple from Northern Morning today who didn’t speak a word of elvish. We had a whole conversation in common sign language! I was worried I might have forgotten too much, falling out of practice. It was nice. I hope however you’re talking to people lately that it’s going well!" - This post

“Are the elves under attack?” <- Context for this one. In one of the dnd games Borgakh was a part of, her asking this question and proposing that the elven kingdom was as afraid of something happening with a necromancer raising long dead people from when a continent split and that they weren't simply acting to expand their kingdom at a poorly timed moment when the kingdom we were in was being tormented by this necromancer, prevented a war and apparently changed the trajectory of the campaign (or would have, if it hadn't ended three sessions or so after this).

#long post #borgakh

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xihe1874 · 1 year

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The first chapter of Bradley going back to 1986 fic is ready!!! (Yeah, yeah, I can't believe that either lolll) Please enjoy and tell me what you think! 😉

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Pairing: Iceman/Maverick, Rooster/Hangman, Carole/Goose

Rating: T

Word Count: 1835

Completed: No

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Pining, Ice's funeral mentioned, Goose's death mentioned, but everyone will live, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Cigarettes, Father-Son Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship, POV Bradley, Basically Bradley goes back to 1986 and fixes many things, Eventual Romance, Butterfly Effect what Butterfly Effect, Hurt/ComfortIdiots in Love, Getting Together

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Chapter 1

Rooster leans forward on his chair and keeps his eyes firmly ahead.

Cyclone is going on and on about tomorrow’s mission, some shit like patriotism or sacred duty, maybe. He lost concentration a long time ago but still fixes his gaze on the sturdy admiral, even when his mind is blurred by the tedious speech and meaningless lip movement.

He has to. Otherwise, his eyes will instinctively go to Maverick, sitting in front of him now. He will notice the tremor in his arms or the way the old man clenches his fist so tight that he must have drawn blood.

Only thirteen hours have passed since Maverick pulled the crazy stunt and literally stole his way back to the mission. Only twelve hours since he was announced as the team leader. And only ten since he dropped the bomb and chose Rooster as his wingman.

Speaking of Mav’s wingman… It’s only been two days since Ice died.

Rooster squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath to suppress the sudden surge of emotions in his chest. Several high-ranking Navy officers delivered formal and solemn memorial speeches at the funeral, singing empty praises of the late admiral’s glorious achievements. Maverick, however, didn’t speak - he didn’t even shed many tears. He hammered his badge into the coffin with eerily stable hands, saluted the picture, and then walked away without a word.

Every attendee looked at Sarah, Ice’s sister, and the rest of his family with sympathetic and mournful eyes, so no one noticed the weird conduct of the admiral’s ex-wingman. But Rooster saw Maverick stop at a corner and hump his body, beginning to retch.

Being raised by and growing up around this man means that Rooster has seen and known many things, even if he cut himself off from his godfather a decade ago. Watching Maverick clench his hand around the chest and shudder in unspeakable grief, Rooster had to bite his lips hard to avoid going to him.

Maverick has loved Ice for more than thirty years, and that is a fact Rooster never doubts for a second. And judging by the fact that Ice has more interest in being Mav’s guardian angel than getting married, he probably loved Mav more.

He startles at Maverick’s voice. It seems that Cyclone asks the mission leader to say something too.

“I believe in each of you.” His godfather is speaking, his voice hoarse, and Rooster looks at him, taking in his bloodshot eyes and wrinkles. There is something in Maverick’s eyes akin to sad determination and automatic persistence. “And I also believe that we can make it, and make it home.”

Maverick’s eyes linger on Rooster’s face for one more second, and then he continues. “I will not talk about the mission now, as I have told you everything in the past several weeks. Please rest well tonight, and we will do our best tomorrow.”

Or we die.

The sinking feeling in Rooster’s stomach doesn’t get any better.

He glances around the room. Phoenix is whispering something to Bob, and the WSO looks at her softly and nods. Payback stares out the window while Fanboy is fiddling with his pen. Hangman, however, is looking at him directly, his face totally unreadable.

The scrutinization makes Rooster uncomfortable, and he quickly turns away.

Tomorrow. Rooster is trying very hard not to think about the phrase “last night”.

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He can’t fall asleep.

It’s well past 11 pm, but Rooster still lies with his eyes wide open. He stares at the ceiling and listens to Bob’s steady breath. Turning over, Rooster kicks off the blanket and rubs at his sweaty face.

Ten minutes later, he sighs and gets up.

No one is in the corridor, so he wanders like a ghost until he sees the light in the ready room and hears Hondo’s voice.

“I am worried about you, Mav. And I don’t like that look.”

He creeps over and sees his godfather sitting in a chair, face buried in his hands.

Maverick laughs in a watery way, and his voice comes out muffled. “It’s the only one I’ve got. And please, go have some sleep. I will be OK.”

Hondo pats him on the shoulder and raises to his feet. “I know you need to have some time alone. It’s just… so many things have happened. Ice’s gone, and Rooster….”

Rooster holds his breath at the mention of his name.

“Yeah. Ice… Sorry I can’t talk about that now.” Maverick exhales, and it’s evident he is trying hard to keep his voice even. “But about Bradley, I know he is a damn good pilot and can make it. He just needs to believe in himself.”

But you don’t believe in me.

Rooster almost barges in when he hears Mav’s following sentence.

“I am ready to do anything to make it possible, Hondo. I am ready. That’s what I am here for.”

He sees Hondo shake his head slightly and hug Mav before he walks out of the room from another door.

Rooster stands there for a long time, staring at his godfather’s figure. Maverick looks even older, sitting alone in the dark room. He considers walking in and asking all the questions accumulated in his heart for decades, the old ones about pulling papers and the new ones about the exact meaning of “doing anything”. He also wants to tell Mav that he didn’t mean some of - most of - the things he said. But he just stands still and lets the chilly wind blow over his bare arms.

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He sees the lit cigarette first, then the person holding it.

Hangman raises the cigarette to his lip, inhales once, and blows a smoke ring, his eyes glued to Rooster in the dim light. A robin starts to chirp somewhere.

Rooster walks up the staircase until he reaches the rooftop. They stand side by side momentarily, Hangman’s gaze blazing on Rooster’s face.

“Didn’t know that you smoke.”

“Normally don’t. But we can’t drink, which sucks.”

Why are you staring at me like that? He wants to ask, but what comes out is instead - “Can I have a drag?”

Rooster turns around and is captured by the glitter in Hangman’s blue eyes. He is handsome, Rooster thinks, an asshole, but still gorgeous. Hangman holds the cigarette, and Rooster reaches out to take it, his heart beating against his chest.

But instead of handing it over, Hangman ducks his head to take another puff and pulls Rooster close with one hand behind his neck until their lips are only one inch apart.

The warmth of Hangman’s hand burns Rooster’s skin, and he shuts his eyes when the smoke passes between their lips. The other pilot’s finger gently rubs little circles on Rooster nick, and his breath is hot on the other’s mustache.

“You are stingy like that?” His own voice hoarse beyond recognition.

Rooster feels the hand on his neck tighten like Hangman is holding on to Rooster and refuses to let go.

“Full experience is only available when you are back, Bradshaw.” Hangman is whispering. He raises his other hand and caresses Rooster’s lower lip with his thumb. “So make sure you get back.”

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The next day comes in the blink of an eye. When Rooster sits inside F/A-18E/F alone, his brain a hot mess, he looks up to the bright sky and whispers. “Talk to me, Dad.”

He hears Maverick in their private comm. “You got this, kiddo.”

“Dagger One is hit!”

“Rooster, Mav is gone. We have to get back.”

Get back.

We will talk when we get back. The sentence overlaps with Hangman’s similar words, replaying in his ears.

Rooster clenches the handle and turns it with more strength than necessary.

When his jet is hit, and the explosion almost deafens him, Rooster knows he will not make it. He feels… calm. He has saved Mav, and that bastard will be able to find a way home by stealing a jet or something like that. They have accomplished the mission successfully, and he may finally see his parents after so many years. Maybe he will meet Ice too, and he will definitely ask him why he and Mav won’t make each other happier.

The only thing he may regret is that he will never have the chance to taste that cigarette.

Rooster closes his eyes and lets the force pull him to the dark.

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“You, hey, you! Wake up!”

Bradley doesn’t want to wake up. He is so tired that it is almost like he has run a hundred miles. He shakes his head and turns over.

“Mav, come here!”

He hears footsteps.

“What, Goose, I was planning to serenade… wow, what is this?”

Now, that voice sounds quite familiar, if only more cheerful and lively than he remembers. Bradley struggles to open his eyes and sees two men squatting around him. One of them has a mustache and brown hair that look like his. The other has dark hair and shiny green eyes and is examining him suspiciously. Both are young and wearing white uniforms.

Bradley vaguely realizes that he is lying on the ground. He tries to get up but groans at the headache.

“Whoa, easy there.” The mustached man smiles at him warmly and helps him sit up. Bradley stares at him, and the other stares back with wide eyes.

“Holy shit, Goose, he looks exactly the same as you!”

Goose?

No, that can’t be.

“No, Mav, I am obviously way more handsome.” Goose frowns at the dark-haired man.

Mav.

Bradley’s brain slowly recovers, and he starts to remember things. The mission, Mav saving him, he saving Mav back, the darkness…

He looks around him and finds himself in a noisy bar. Men in white uniforms are everywhere, mixed with civilians. Their dressing styles are old-fashioned, which reminds Bradley of the old photo of his mom. There is music in the air, and Bradley recognizes it as “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’”, released in… 1965.

He snaps his head back to gaze at the two men before him.

His dad and Mav, in their twenties, are young and alive. The faces he could only imagine using faded photos and memories previously are right before his eyes.

“What is happening here?”

Another voice, deep and smooth. Bradley raises his head to see a young Ice with spiky hair. He is wearing shades, but it’s definitely him, as the irritated way he purses his lips at Mav is too familiar. He hasn’t heard this voice in almost five years since Ice’s cancer became severe.

It’s a dream. Or he is already dead. He looks back at his dad and whispers. “Is it a dream, Dad?”

His dad splutters in confusion. “What, no, what, I am not… What???”

Bradley doesn’t care. He just pulls his dad forward by the collar, hugs him tightly, buries his face in Goose’s shoulder, and cries when he feels his dad hesitantly put one hand on his head.

#icemav #iceman x maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav fanfiction #hangster #rooster x hangman #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #nick goose bradshaw #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun: maverick #top gun fanfiction #where past and future are gathered

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jacksmusesdrv3 · 4 months

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In thirteen countries, 21 is the age of majority. See also: Coming of age.

The number of spots on a standard cubical (six-sided) die (1+2+3+4+5+6)

There are 21 trump cards of the tarot deck if one does not consider The Fool to be a proper trump card.

The number of firings in a 21-gun salute honoring royalty or leaders of countries

It is very often the day of the solstices in both June and December, though the precise date varies by year.

This was a list of odd (potential) significances I found regarding Ouma's birthday before I ended up streamlining to two of them here, so I thought I'd pull them up and share those too.

The significances? Let's see...

'Age'- at times is wiser than he appears, if mostly acting childish

'Six-sided die'- a nod to his group DICE, idea explained in link

'Tarot deck'- predictions, maybe even supernatural gift a la Junko

'Royalty/leaders'- he's a leader, his name (and lab door) has 'king'

'Solstice'- the opposite solstice to Junko/Mukuro. Consider, an opposite to Junko, despite the story labelling him a 'follower'

Well, that's just from a glance anyway~

#curiosities #kokichi ouma #unsure of the significance of 'Fool being missing'#i don't know Tarot that well. alas #i'll look into this #21st Major arcana is ZA WARUDO-#...ahem.#this is fun don't @ me #drv3 #-nudge-

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taraross-1787 · 2 months

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This Day in History: Stars & Stripes Saluted for First Time

On this day in 1778, the Continental Navy sloop Ranger sails into a French bay, proudly flying the American flag. It fires 13 guns, saluting the French fleet anchored there. The French flagship returns the salute, firing 9 guns of its own.

It was the first time a foreign nation ever saluted the Stars and Stripes.

Our flag was then still relatively new, having been adopted by the Continental Congress mere months earlier. “[T]he flag of the thirteen United States,” Congress resolved on June 14, 1777, “be thirteen stripes, alternate red and white” and “the union be thirteen stars, white in a blue field, representing a new constellation.”

Congressional delegates appointed John Paul Jones to command Ranger the very same day.

The story continues here: https://www.taraross.com/post/tdih-stars-stripes-saluted

#tdih #otd #this day in history #history #history blog #America #USA #American Revolution #stars and stripes #American flag #sharethehistory

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quatregats · 10 months

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In other news, though: (1) one year later, I have almost finished a draft of The Creative Endeavor aka Aubreyad Football AU, which is kind of a little insane because a year is a lot of time and I have spent an inordinate amount of time in said year working on said Endeavor, but also finishing a draft means I need to move on to the much worse job of editing that draft, so I'm savoring my freedom while it lasts, (2) I've decided that I'm going to write the Machineries of Empire AU on The Thirteen Gun Salute because The Surgeon's Mate is already too good in canon and also you know what MoE requires? Messy gay state drama. You know what book in the series provides that? The Thirteen Gun Salute. And (3) I think I have finally calmed down and become normal enough to actually just write fanfic, which is kind of sad that it took us a year to get there but at least we got there

#oh and i'm about to start book 18 of the aubreyad so that's fun and exciting as well :')#and i got a fun little football book which is making me very normal about writing my football au #regrettably my library system does not have any other fun little football books :// i did get beyond a boundary #but i think the cricket au is going to necessarily be not super technical because otherwise i will fall flat on my face #anyways...updates you don't want on a blog you can't find or something idk #perce rambles #The Creative Endeavor and other aubreyad nonsense

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thekenobee · 9 months

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Stephen Maturin:

#the animal (angry affectionate)#debs reads #Aubreyad #the thirteen gun salute #aubrey maturin #aubrey/maturin #Stephen maturin #jack aubrey #Diana Maturin

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letsturnandburn · 2 years

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Roster (Muses and Their Bios)

LtJg Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw (Top Gun)

Lieutenant, Junior grade, Nick Bradshaw (Callsign Goose, which is all I refer to him as), is a Naval Flight Officer. He flies as a Radio Intercept Officer or Rio to Maverick, Pete Mitchell. As a RIO he handles radio equipment and does things such as jamming enemy systems or operating defense systems.

The movie never mentions it, but it’s shown several times that Goose wears a cross around his neck. I hc that he is ,somewhat if not very, religious. Goose also plays the piano, sings, has a son named Bradley, and a wife named Carole. And and and, he’s extremely good at Pac-man or any arcade game for that matter.

(I headcannon Goose to be somewhere in his early 20s)

I also headcannon that Goose grew up somewhere beneath the Bible Belt, maybe Trenton, Georgia to a factory working father and a mother who was a seamstress. They wanted Goose to always stay strong in his faith. Some days he wavers but his heart is still in the right place. His idea to join the Navy stemmed from a mix of childhood cartoons and an overall desire to fly.

Cadet/Ensign Casey Seeger (An Officer And A Gentleman)

Grew up in New York city as a single child, Casey Seeger was too focused on aerodynamics and airplanes after reading all about the types of aircraft used in the Vietnam war, a war she grew up during. At a young age, she was determined to break barriers and be the first woman allowed to fly in combat and be stationed onboard Navy Ships. However at that time in the 80s, she would have only been allowed to be stationed on shore and not be an active member in combat. That doesn’t deter her spirit. Women before her have had their chances, and she plans to make her own.

She joins the Aviation Officer Candidate School, in Washington for thirteen weeks. Her age is never stated directly but a candidate can be no older than 26 so I headcannon her to be right out of high school at 18 years old. There she withstands Sergeant Instructor Foley, her only true obstacle being a wall and rope on the obstacle course. She makes friends with Mayo and Sid. Upon graduating, she becomes an Ensign. (Typically at this time, referred to as Sir when answered* But feel free to refer to her as ma’am in a military setting while rping)

Her character traits including; Having bravery in the face of difficulty, and being very goal oriented. She represents the courage in the Navy Code.

* “Before the gender acceptance of women officers having authority over men of lower rank, it was not uncommon to refer to a woman officer as ‘sir’ because the rank itself is masculine.”

Cadet/Ensign Zack Mayo (An Officer And A Gentleman)

When his mother committed su*cide, Zack was sent to the Philliapeans to live with his father, Bryon, a sailor in the Navy. Bryon doesn’t want Zack to stay there with him because He’s more interested in the local women and thinks he’s incapable of being a father to Zack. But Zack is unrelenting. He becomes a Naval brat whilst living with his father.

After graduating, at age 19, Zack Mayo already has it set in stone that he wants to fly jets as an Officer in the Navy. He also wants for his father to some day salute him, to be a man better than Byron, who is not for Zack going to Officer School. At the last minute, he tries to talk Zack out of it. It doesn’t work. At Officer School, he gets on Foley’s bad side by selling pre-shined belt buckles and shoes, and by having a bad attitude that stems from childhood. Foley wants to try and push Zack out of the program but Zack won’t let up that easy.

Zack befriends both Sid and Casey. He later gets romantically involved with Paula, a girl who works at a factory. (Spoiler if you haven’t seen this movie, Sid later dies in the same manner as Zack’s mother) Upon graduating, He is an Ensign with orders to report to flight training in Florida.

Some Character Traits: Self-involved and arrogant, by the end of his 13 weeks, he becomes a team player. He refuses to take the easy way out by dropping on request.

He represents the Commitment in the Navy Code.

Aeronautical Engineer Walter Peoples III (The Tuskegee Airmen)

( Originally a WWII Muse, Cadet for the Tuskegee Airmen, who later died in a training incident. Though in his WWII verse, he can always be found, as a ghost, reading Aviation books on the abandoned airbase in Alabama.)

80s/ to modern day. Walter is a Aeronautical Engineer with past experience flying the f-4 Phantom in Vietnam. After completing several combat tours and receiving a discharge from the Air Force (my sole air force muse on a Navy blog ;-;) he works with test pilots to upgrade the aircrafts of the future. Walter is a somewhat reserved person but he can be overly talkative when it comes to airplanes. In his free time, he takes his personal airplane out for flights.

Lt Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (Top Gun: Maverick)

The younger sibling to a football star, Jake was constantly overshadowed by his brother, Porter’s, accomplishments. (His brother is completely headcannon based. He just radiates that younger sibling energy lol) That however, ended when he joined the Navy and became one of the Elite pilots. It’s just around the time of Top Gun does his ego get to his head. I like to headcannon that Hangman did have some deployments to Afghanistan while flying with VFA-151 Vigilantes. (however he didn’t see much dogfighting besides a few SAMs. This is where he’d receive his one k.ill to which he boasts about consistently) Also, he’s lost a couple of wingmen, some to which he says it’s their own fault not his that ‘they couldn’t keep up.’

But at the end of the day, when he’s all alone and has no one to brag his exploits to, the loss of his wingmen does cut through him. While he is a skilled aviator, he acts on impulse forever trying to gain glory rather than look out for his teammates.

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Interesting tidbits from 1814 London. Helen Conway of the Regency Reader included these 3 items she found in the British Newspaper Archive.

"Happy New Year! As we enter 2024, I thought it would be fun to look back 210 years to January 1814. London and the surrounding area started the year with extraordinarily long-lasting and dense fog. This is from the Nottingham Gazette of January 7, 1814:

Eighteen Hundred and Thirteen, I bid you adieu,

In the dark to eternity jog;

Before you took leave you had got out of sight,

And now you are lost in a fog.

The fog cleared on January 4, only to be succeeded by snowstorms, as reported in The Champion of January 15, 1814:

“The snow fell on Monday and Tuesday night, in the west of England, to a greater depth that has been known in that district for the last forty years; it being twelve feet deep in the middle of the road of Halldown, four miles beyond Exeter. The fall of snow in Wales has been nearly equal.

The masses of ice and snow have accumulated in such quantities at London-bridge, on the upper side, that it is nearly impossible for barges or boats to pass up.

A pig was on Thursday seen sailing down the river Thames, between Westminster and Blackfriars Bridge, on a large fragment of ice, with great gravity. He occasionally squeaked with peculiar shrillness, which a waterman construing into a hail for a pilot, he put off, and after a long contest with the floating masses of snow, succeeded in delivering the swinish navigator from his perilous situation.”

Attention was diverted from the weather by newspaper reports of a grand event at Belvoir Castle to celebrate the baptism of the 4-month-old Marquis of Granby and the 36th birthday of his father, the Duke of Rutland. The baby's Godfathers, the Prince Regent and the Duke of York, were among the 200 guests who converged on the Castle and the Archbishop of Canterbury was there to perform the ceremony. The reports wax lyrical about gun salutes, pealing bells and the huge amounts of food and drink imbibed during three days of feasting. This from the Sussex Advertiser of January 10, 1814:

"The passages of the house reminded one of a Castle taken by storm; and the young Marquis, the Noble Host, and the Prince Regent, were toasted until articulation ceased."

For more information about these or other events, the British Newspaper Archive is a wonderful resource.

Helen Conway, Regency Reader editor."

Also in 1814 the Thames River in London froze over and hosted the Frost Fair. I found this information on Wikipedia.

"The Frost Fair of 1814, by Luke Clenell.

The frost fair of 1814 began on 1 February, and lasted four days, between Blackfriars Bridge and London Bridge. An elephant was led across the river below Blackfriars. Temperatures had been below freezing every night from 27 December 1813 to 7 February 1814 and numerous Londoners made their way onto the frozen Thames.

Tradesmen of all types set up booths to sell their wares, and peddlers circulated through the crowd. Food and drink was being sold including beef, Brunswick Mum, coffee, gin, gingerbread, hot apples, Old Tom gin, roast mutton, hot chocolate, purl (wormwood ale), and black tea. Activities included dancing and nine-pin bowling.

As the ice broke up starting on 5 February, several people drowned."

#RegencyReader #London1814 #river thames

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