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How many of these "Top 100 Books to Read" have you read?

(633) 1984 - George Orwell

(616) The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

(613) The Catcher In The Rye - J.D. Salinger

(573) Crime And Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(550) Catch-22 - Joseph Heller

(549) The Adventures Of Tom And Huck - Series - Mark Twain

(538) Moby-Dick - Herman Melville

(534) One Hundred Years Of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

(527) To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee

(521) The Grapes Of Wrath - John Steinbeck

(521) Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov

(492) Pride And Prejudice - Jane Austen

(489) The Lord Of The Rings - Series - J.R.R. Tolkien

(488) Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

(480) Ulysses - James Joyce

(471) Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte

(459) Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte

(398) The Brothers Karamazov - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(396) Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

(395) To The Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf

(382) War And Peace - Leo Tolstoy

(382) The Sun Also Rises - Ernest Hemingway

(380) The Sound And The Fury - William Faulkner

(378) Alice's Adventures In Wonderland - Series - Lewis Carroll

(359) Frankenstein - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

(353) Heart Of Darkness - Joseph Conrad

(352) Middlemarch - George Eliot

(348) Animal Farm - George Orwell

(346) Don Quixote - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

(334) Slaughterhouse-Five - Kurt Vonnegut

(325) Les Misérables - Victor Hugo

(320) Harry Potter - Series - J.K. Rowling

(320) The Chronicles Of Narnia - Series - C.S. Lewis

(317) Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy

(308) Lord Of The Flies - William Golding

(306) Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison

(289) The Golden Bowl - Henry James

(276) Pale Fire - Vladimir Nabokov

(266) Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell

(260) The Count Of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas

(255) The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Series - Douglas Adams

(252) The Life And Opinions Of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman - Laurence Sterne

(244) Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert

(237) Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackery

(235) The Trial - Franz Kafka

(233) Absalom, Absalom! - William Faulkner

(232) The Call Of The Wild - Jack London

(232) Emma - Jane Austen

(229) Beloved - Toni Morrison

(228) Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

(224) A Passage To India - E.M. Forster

(215) Dune - Frank Herbert

(215) A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man - James Joyce

(212) The Stranger - Albert Camus

(209) One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest - Ken Kesey

(209) The Idiot - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(206) Dracula - Bram Stoker

(205) The Picture Of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

(197) A Confederacy Of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole

(193) Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf

(193) The Age Of Innocence - Edith Wharton

(193) The History Of Tom Jones, A Foundling - Henry Fielding

(192) Under The Volcano - Malcolm Lowry

(190) The Odyssey - Homer

(189) Gulliver's Travels - Jonathan Swift

(188) In Search Of Lost Time - Marcel Proust

(186) Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie

(185) An American Tragedy - Theodore Dreiser

(182) The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

(180) Siddhartha - Hermann Hesse

(179) The Magic Mountain - Thomas Mann

(178) Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe

(178) Tropic Of Cancer - Henry Miller

(176) The Outsiders - S.E. Hinton

(176) On The Road - Jack Kerouac

(175) The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

(173) The Giver - Lois Lowry

(172) Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh

(172) A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess

(171) Charlotte's Web - E.B. White

(171) The Ambassadors - Henry James

(170) Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace

(167) The Complete Stories And Poems - Edgar Allen Poe

(166) Ender's Saga - Series - Orson Scott Card

(165) In Cold Blood - Truman Capote

(164) The Wings Of The Dove - Henry James

(163) The Adventures Of Augie March - Saul Bellow

(162) As I Lay Dying - William Faulkner

(161) The Hunger Games - Series - Suzanne Collins

(158) Anne Of Greene Gables - L.M. Montgomery

(157) Atlas Shrugged - Ayn Rand

(157) Neuromancer - William Gibson

(156) The Help - Kathryn Stockett

(156) A Song Of Ice And Fire - George R.R. Martin

(155) The Good Soldier - Ford Madox Ford

(154) The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown

(153) I, Claudius - Robert Graves

(152) Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys

(151) The Portrait Of A Lady - Henry James

(150) The Death Of The Heart - Elizabeth Bowen

#books #book lists #p #im posting this so i can reblog it with my own crossed out list and i encourage others to do the same if you want to #i dont actually know how many ive read yet myself

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lady-divine-writes · 2 months

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Our Flag Means Death - "Metamorphosis - Chapter 3/3"

Summary:

After Edward leaves with Calico Jack, Stede makes a decision that changes the course of their story... Otherwise known as - what if the lighthouse were to become the Kraken?

Read on AO3.

Chapter 3 (3221 words)

"Olly olly oxen free," Izzy calls, swinging a leg over the rail of the burning ship. "Where the fuck do you all be?"

"Yeah...where are they? There are two dinghies down below. Someone should be here." Edward scans the ship for signs of life but only sees fire and smoke. More smoke than this amount of fire justifies. It hangs thick in the air, barely budged by the ocean breeze. It burns Edward's nostrils, makes his eyes water, and obscures his vision. Blackbeard's fingers fumble at his neck as he covers his nose and mouth with the tails of Stede's cravat.

Yes, he still wears the blasted thing. Has this entire time. Each time he thinks he should take it off and be done with it, he finds himself tying it back on.

Tying it tight, like a collar.

Mouths clamped shut for fear of breaking into a fit, Edward's and Izzy's eyes meet, and they silently question their life choices. They've put themselves in the position of prey, waiting for whatever fuckery the Revenge crew may have planned. Edward, for one, only has himself to blame.

But Izzy can blame Edward.

"Do you see anything, Izz?"

"No. Can't see nothing through this." Izzy swats at the smoke, fruitlessly trying to clear a path. "What is this fire? It smells like burning shit. I don't like this."

"They should be here by now," Edward repeats. "Their ship was closer than ours."

"Serves us right, believing that fucker." Izzy spits, clearing ash from his mouth. "Do you think it's a trap?"

"Certainly seems like it." Blackbeard subconsciously sucks too big a breath into his air-starved lungs. Soot sticks to the inside of his throat, and he coughs into his fist. It rattles his chest, making his ribs ache. Clearing the ash from his throat leaves an oily tang behind that he can't identify, but it repulses him.

"Oh, God! This ship smells like a rotting horse's ass! Is the smoke getting thicker?"

Izzy dry-heaves into the crook of his arm. "I think...it might be."

"We've got to find cleaner air!"

"Aye!"

They wait for a stiff breeze to blow their way, then walk against it, searching for a pocket of breathable air. They shuffle from unburnt floorboard to unburnt floorboard, which puts them in a recess of hot and oppressive. Fingers of flame break through cracks beneath them, singing the soles of their boots. They soldier on, holding their breath until their lungs feel fit to burst.

The fire eggs them on, erupting to life every time they stop to catch a breath. They sneak underneath the main sail and end up at the helm. The air here is blessedly smoke-free, but they realize too late that they've painted themselves into a corner.

They turn in the direction they came. A stronger wind blows. A swath of smoke clears, revealing bodies ablaze, littering every inch of ground, except for the path paved to where they both stand.

Ending up here wasn't an accident, Blackbeard realizes. Lucius and his minions used burning corpses to force their way. The crew of the Revenge used the dead to create a smoke screen. A step off the trail would have had them treading on bodies.

They were herded here.

Edward has done similar, but with a different fuel. He'd taught that to Stede.

A new nightmare strikes when a resounding bark echoes through the flames, filling Edward with a fear so primal it almost compels him over the side, leaving Izzy to fend for himself. He's confident Izzy would follow, but abandoning ship would make Edward a laughing stock.

He digs his heels in and wills himself not to move.

Footsteps approach, nails scraping the planks with every step, shredding the wood beneath them as if their owner is clawing the ship apart.

Or being restrained from charging.

What variety of beast would be tromping around in this wreckage? Through the smoke and fire, unafraid? And in the middle of the ocean?

Did Lucius send them there to face it?

Maybe that was the angle all along.

Perhaps the captain of the Revenge devised this plan to trap him and Izzy aboard this flaming graveyard, knowing there was some murderous fiend afoot - an oddity from distant lands being brought to England for auction that managed to escape its trammel during the melee.

Izzy and Edward stand their ground and reach for their pistols.

"Should we retreat, Captain? Make for the water?" Izzy asks, teeth locked together as he awaits their fate. He half turns in the direction of the rail. Should Edward give the word, Izzy won't need to be told twice.

Edward has to admit that would be the wisest plan, but he can't do it. He can't leave without answers. His questions haunt him and will continue to haunt him every night for the rest of his life.

Slow boot heels follow the scrape, scrape, scrape. Human-shaped silhouettes emerge, putting Edward at ease. These humans could still mean to kill them, but it's a danger Edward knows.

The delegation from the Revenge breaks through the haze. "Hidee ho, neighbors and foes!"

Edward smirks.

Izzy groans.

That voice again. It means to torment Edward and Izzy for the entirety of this exchange. In retrospect, he should have expected as much.

"What the fawk did we do in life to be plagued by this pain in the arse?"

Edward chuckles. "Do you want the list?"

Izzy blinks in response. "I see your point."

But maybe, Edward thinks, regret wrapping around his heart like a fist and clenching, it's not a plague. Maybe this is the rub.

Is Lucius captain of the Revenge?

It would make sense. Under Stede's charge, she had a competent crew. A handful of them were more than capable of taking the helm in Stede's absence. But he probably trusted Lucius the most.

Aside from himself, once upon a time.

The fist around his heart twists, digging nails in.

Edward's thoughts derail as three familiar faces come into view: Oluwande, Ivan, and Fang. Fang pays them no mind, meandering through the carnage and looting bodies led by the stockiest hound Edward has ever seen.

Edward wondered where Ivan and Fang had gone off to. Part of him believed Stede had dropped them off at Republic of Pirates at their request. Stede wasn't the sort to maroon them without a boat and provisions. From there, he figured his men would search him out, beg to be members of his crew again.

Apparently, they got a better offer.

"Traitorous snakes," Izzy hisses.

"Traitor to who?" Ivan asks. "Captain left us on the Revenge. Or did you not remember we were there while you went paddling off with Calico Jack?" He shakes his head, genuinely heartbroken. "We were rooting for you, too."

"I'm sorry, lads," Blackbeard starts, "but I..."

"Save it." Fang reaches into his pocket and hands his dog a bone that looks suspiciously like a human finger. "Besides, we don't see it as us being traitors. We see it as a strategic career change."

"How's that?"

"We leveled up," Ivan says. "We get three squares a day and two desserts, our own private quarters, generous pay, vacation time, and incentives."

"And he lets us have pets," Fang adds. "Oh..." He gives the beast at his feet, tail wagging hard enough to shake the boards, an apologetic look. "I mean, companion animals."

"That's right. Plus, captain ain't a self-centered dick."

"Where is your captain?" Izzy asks. He hasn't come to the same conclusion Edward has. But he's had enough of this tea-party chatter. If he doesn't run someone through soon, he's going to gut himself.

"On his ship. We're to bring you over."

Blackbeard and Izzy bristle. They don't like that. The change of plans and being brought aboard an enemy vessel? That sounds an awful lot like capture. "But I thought we were to meet here."

"That was a test," Oluwande explains. "To see if it would only be the pair of you. If you'd come over with more men, we would have sunk your ship."

"Right." Izzy snorts. "If memory serves, you only have a diplomatic handful of cannons."

Lucius's smile coils into the diabolical. "We've upgraded. You'll see when we get over."

"And if we don't?" Izzy asks.

Lucius shrugs. "Sinking your ship is still an option. But at least you have a spare." He opens his arms wide. "We'll let you have her. On the house. For old time's sake." He backs away toward the rail, gesturing to the simmering vessel they're standing on. "Have fun captaining this floating fireplace before it sinks."

Izzy and Blackbeard share a skeptical glance, but realizing they have no choice, they reluctantly follow, retreating down the ladder and climbing into Lucius's dinghy just as the wood above them catches flame. It flares up so brightly that, for a flash, the night above them turns into day.

"That was a close one, wasn't it?" Lucius says sarcastically, betraying the fact that he knows something, maybe even a whole host of somethings, that Edward and Izzy don't. Blackbeard is desperate to discover the secret behind Revenge and her captain (who he is still convinced is Lucius), but the stakes climb higher every second.

***

Blackbeard has never heard the term 'upgrade' before. If it means 'armed to the teeth', then that's what the Revenge is, her hull lined with additional cannon ports, the wooden slats open, ready to fire. She looks like a deadly skeleton of her former self. Edward has no idea how they managed to add so many and keep the ship from leaking during every storm.

"That's new," Edward says under his breath.

"It is," Lucius condescends. "I thought it was a little much when Captain first commissioned them. But they've made life much more comfortable."

"How's that?" Izzy asks. "You can't fuck ' em."

"That sounds like quitter talk." Lucius leans down to pinch Izzy's cheek. If looks could kill, Lucius would have been eviscerated. But Lucius no longer struck Izzy as a man who could be cut easily. And neither does he wither. "Nah. With our new accessories, no one is stupid enough to fuck with us."

***

Deja vu slices Edward like a saber to the flank as he climbs the ladder of the Revenge. He instantly recalls happier times he had here. Times he and Stede spent together.

Times he spent with her crew.

As he finally begins to accept that there is no Stede anymore, that's the thing that hurts the most.

He has estranged himself from people he began to think of as friends.

Specters of the past flood his sight as he steps on deck: him teaching Stede to swordfight; them sharing marmalade and biscuits in the crow's nest; him, Stede, and the crew eating dinner under the moonlight, singing, laughing, and, in general, acting merry.

Stede telling Edward he wears fine things well before Edward threw caution to the wind and kissed him.

Well...almost.

He couldn't that night. But in his memories, he does. And it's the most glorious kiss of his life.

Amidst the merry, Edward thinks on that horrible night when he chose Jack, and whoever the fuck Edward thought he was, over Stede.

Revenge, like most ships, keeps her shadows close, carries them with her wherever she goes, especially where her captain is concerned.

There isn't a plank of the Revenge that wasn't touched by a memory of Stede Bonnet.

At Blackbeard's arrival, the vultures gather, flooding the deck to see the show. Newcomers to the crew make way for the old timers. They walk beneath Edward's nose to make their presence known, some spitting on his boots as they march past. It amazes Ed that the Revenge managed to not lose a single member of her original troupe. That alone is a feat. There they stand, lined up on the deck like the last time he saw them. Except this time, they're dressed to the nines. They're stronger, vastly more capable, mostly grit and less shine.

And not a single one of them looks happy to see him.

Blackbeard's crew has changed several times over in as many years. Many of them were dead - people whose names he'd never bothered to learn for that reason.

The life of a pirate is brutal...and short.

Edward takes in the new faces, wonders who hired them.

What Stede would think of them.

Whoever hired them knows their stuff.

"Captain on deck!"

The booming voice of Buttons calling everyone to attention sends a chill up Edward's spine. Anxiety rips through his core, wraps its thorny arms around his torso and squeezes hard. There was a time when he could see the Revenge as his home, the flagship of a new and different fleet, with Stede by his side at the helm.

Now, Edward feels like he no longer belongs.

And the Revenge without Stede is just a ship.

The sound of uneven steps behind them causes Ed and Izzy to turn.

Let's get this over with, Edward thinks, ready to face whatever comes his way.

Or so he thought.

Edward and Izzy have the same reaction when they spot the person walking up to them.

"The fuck...?"

Because, like Revenge on the high seas, it can't be. It just...it can't be.

Shrewd eyes gaze back at them, eyes that Edward remembers being soft and kind. But they look like eyes he's seen in the mirror.

The eyes of a killer.

Edward's lips tremble. "St---Stede?"

Stede crosses his arms and grins. It's a clever grin, albeit slightly unhinged. "Well, well, well." His eyes bounce from captive to captive in a manner calculated and cold. "Who do we have here? Izzy Hands?" Stede scoffs. "How on earth are you still alive? And you..." He stops in front of Edward, close enough for Edward to reach a hand out and touch him. And God, does Edward want to touch him, if for no other reason than to prove he's real. "Is it Blackbeard? Or Edward Teach?"

"What's the difference, Captain?" Lucius asks, talking about Ed as if he isn't standing right there in front of him.

"Well, Lucius, one has balls. The other..." Stede pulls a face "...not so much."

Laughter rises up from the crew. Izzy, standing to his captain's right, seethes. Edward gives Stede a brazen once-over, less concerned with being mocked than his first mate. Stede, like every member of his crew, is dressed in a rich suit of mourning black. The only accessory out of place is the belt slung low around his hips. Hanging from it are a knife and three guns.

Three guns? Really? That's just overkill!

Though, at the moment, Blackbeard wouldn't kick a second gun out of bed if offered, not to mention a third.

"What the hell happened to you, Stede?"

A hefty object wallops Edward in the belly, doubling him over. "They call him The Gentleman Pirate!" a newer member of Stede's crew growls. "You would do well to do the same!"

Izzy moves to attack the person who struck Edward, but three swords pointing at his neck put him in his place. He would give his life for his captain, but getting his throat slit doesn't guarantee Edward's safety.

Ed doesn't stand upright straight away, too overwhelmed by his current circumstances. There doesn't seem to be one person on Stede's crew awestruck by Blackbeard's presence, no signs that they would consider surrender.

Is there even a white flag onboard Stede's ship?

Where were these people ten years ago? Maybe life would have been different if Blackbeard had found more sailors who weren't afraid of him.

Edward doesn't address the pirate who hit him. He looks straight at Stede, eyes steely with disillusionment. "You're no gentleman. Not anymore."

"Says who? You?" Stede huffs. "I don't think you have the authority to judge."

"Wait...if you're here, who did they hang?"

Stede holds out a hand to Ivan and makes a 'give me' motion with his fingers. Ivan obediently hands something over, but Edward doesn't see it till it's tossed at his feet.

A whip.

Edward's eyes nearly pop from his skull.

"You really don't keep tabs on old friends, do you? But, then again, pirates don't have friends."

"That's...that's impossible," Edward says as Ivan collects the whip, obviously his now.

Stede cocks a brow. "Why? Why is it impossible?"

"They would have known he wasn't you," Blackbeard says, choosing his words carefully. "Calico Jack was infamous. People knew him from a mile off."

"Probably from the stench of alcohol and failure," Olu suggests. Those who remember the man snicker. The remaining crew joins in when they realize this could be a sore spot for Blackbeard.

"Yes, well, it may have been difficult to discern his features with his face burned beyond recognition..." Stede grins as he watches Edward go pale beneath his beard. "And his tongue cut out," he adds, sealing the shock. "By the by, I did that myself. I didn't source it out."

"Jesus fuck," Edward mutters.

"Oh, you're right about his notoriety," Stede continues, not caring a lick about Edward's disgust. Regretfully, it doesn't fill him with the pride he thought it would. "If I had handed him in for being Calico Jack, I would have received a much larger bounty than I did for turning him in as little old me. But the new life, the anonymity, are worth so much more."

Edward shakes his head. What the fuck happened? They'd only been apart what? Three years? Five? "This isn't you, Stede! You know that!"

And like the snuffing of a flame, Stede's expression goes dark. "How the fuck would you know? I wasn't even human to you! I was your pet, remember?"

A lump forms in Ed's throat. "Wh-where did you hear that?" It's not a question that needs answering. Edward knows where Stede heard it. But if Stede is going to test Edward, he'll test Stede right back. He needs to know there's a smidge of the old Stede Bonnet left in him somewhere. The honor.

The loyalty.

Stede passes the test.

He doesn't sell out a single member of his crew.

"You had no faith in me, no faith in my abilities. Not really," Stede says, unblinking. "You said you'd teach me to be a bloodthirsty pirate. Apparently, the first thing pirates do is run. So that's what we did. You left us, so we left you. Of course, I didn't need you to teach me that." Those words halt him, eyes drifting down to his hands and the dagger he'd been fidgeting between them. "I'd had loads of practice. I left my life, my family, everything I owned to become a pirate. To become like you. This isn't who I was..." He gestures down his body, fingertips skimming the fine fabric of his coat. "It's who I became. Thank you for helping me see the truth." Stede sidles up to Edward, to Blackbeard, with none of the naive charisma Edward loved about him. Stede leans forward, his mouth as close to Edward's ear as he can get without touching him, and whispers in a voice Ed has dreamed about every night since they parted - "Can you see me now?"

#ofmd #our flag means death #gentlebeard #blackbonnet

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amuseoffyre · 2 months

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After finishing my full rewatch, I've expanded the number of times Ed uses sea/water based analogies and metaphors to refer to himself and all the moments involving sea/shorelines and the liminality they represent.

“treading water, waiting to drown” (1x04)

“Be a lighthouse” / “cracking up on the rocks” (1x04)

throwing unwanted people/hopes/dreams/fears into the sea (1x05, 1x10, 2x02, 2x03, 2x07)

the dock and lighthouse in his flashback to his father’s death - the first sea versus land metaphor, where the horror rises from beneath the surface (1x06)

“something stirring in the brine” (1x06)

“plumb the depths” / sirens and krakens (1x06) being the thing to trigger a breakdown

extensive beach scenes as a division point between Stede and Ed thanks to Calico Jack (1x08)

“Edward Teach, born on a beach” (1x09)

the kiss happening on the shoreline (1x09)

the abandonment happening on a dock (1x09)

marooning the crew on a sandbar - a temporary island, which is what Stede and his crew were for him (1x10)

“sunshine one moment, cataracts the next” (2x02)

his purgatory begins with him waking at the high tideline - a symbolic meeting point between the land and the sea (2x03)

collecting paua on the beach with food and baskets with ties back to his mother (2x03)

“Jeff’s Inn by the Sea” - another place on the edge of land and sea (2x03)

reveal about the Gravy Basket while standing on the shore (2x03)

becoming the cataract - the chaotic surge falling over a cliff and full submersion in the sea as a way to end his life (2x03)

mer!Stede - a creature of both land and sea who can be there with him when he’s in his dark watery doom (2x03)

“caught in his whirlpool” (2x04)

“hanging out on this ladder” - again somewhere between the sea and the safety of the safe space ship (2x05)

“Man against beast - I’m the man and the beast was beneath the sea” (2x05)

“we’re the fish, I think” (2x05)

“storm’s coming but I just can’t see it” tied in with flashbacks and a shot with a 50-50 split of sky and sea (2x06)

another abandonment that is planned on the dock by the water’s edge (2x07)

“pirates and fishermen are nothing alike” - subtext of the entire conversation ties to “you can’t catch the fish unless the fish chooses to be caught” (2x05) and Ed is choosing not to be caught and fleeing (2x07)

the opening of 2x08 on the water’s edge, away from the sea

"I used to view the sea as a battlefield but now I can appreciate the bounty it has to offer" (2x08)

"no better than a heron, or a blade of grass, or sand or... like a wave or something" (2x08)

reclaiming an identity cast into the sea (2x08)

rising from the waves on the shoreline, a place where he becomes himself instead of trying to split himself into different sides - Edward Teach, reborn on a beach (2x08)

finding one another on a beach (2x08)

choosing to leave the sea and make a home on the line where the land meets the sea (2x08)

#ofmd #ofmd meta

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thelighthouseandthekraken · 9 months

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My thoughts on The Kisses™

a OFMD/Good Omens crossover post

context: @msblueberrybi posted about how some people find the kisses from each show awkward and I responded from my main blog that I have at least 4 thoughts about it, to which msblueberrybi asked me to elaborate

this got long 😅 apparently I had more than 4 thoughts

Although people compare the two shows often, I find them extremely different in many ways so my thoughts will be separated by show. I've also watched OFMD more than GO so my thoughts will be more fleshed out for OFMD.

OFMD

So. First of all, I was so surprised when I found out people didn't like Ed and Stede's kiss. That kiss rocked my world. When I first saw that kiss, I started stimming and smiling and I rewatched it at least 5 times before finishing the episode. It was perfect to me.

I did notice it felt a bit "awkward" but that awkwardness felt like it came from the fact that Stede wasn't expecting the kiss, their mindsets at the time, and they were sitting beside each other on a rock.

Now I think Ed and Stede have kissed people before. Unless Calico Jack was completely lying (possible but I think unlikely), Ed and Jack had some sort of sexual relationship and I expect there was at least some sexy kissing involved.

Stede would have at least kissed Mary. They probably didn't kiss often, but as they had children together and both tried to make the marriage work in their own ways throughout their time, I imagine some uncomfortable kisses were exchanged in their marriage.

The beach kiss would have been the first time they kissed someone that they actually loved. WHICH brings me to my next thought, Stede hadn't accepted that he was in love with Ed yet and his guilt about his family was catching up with him. Ed makes Stede happy, but Stede hadn't accepted that he was even allowed to be happy. Stede gave up his whole life to be happy as a pirate and that got swept away, and his co-captain seems to have accepted defeat, his family thinks he's dead, and his found family is away at sea. Stede has a lot going on in his head when Ed finds him at the beach.

Then his co-captain softly declares that Stede makes Ed happy and kisses him just to be sure his meaning is felt.

Then there’s Ed. Ed says in episode 4 that he's tired of it all. He was so bored and sick of it all that when we first spend quality time with him as an audience, he's okay with dying because at least it's something new. That coupled with his PTSD and being trapped in these cycles of violence, he doesn't see a way out besides killing Stede and stealing his identity or dying himself. In episode 7, he declares that he's not the type to lay idle and he needs a new adventure. The loss of Izzy hit him hard, I think. He feels restless. Lucius calls him out on the fact that he likes Stede and that Stede likes him and if he doesn’t do something about it, he’ll die alone. Edward has been shown to be deeply lonely and yearning for closeness. He is devastated that he doesn’t have friends, he blames himself for it, and he has been shown to cling to closeness through his codependent relationship with Izzy (on full display in episode 10) and his relationship with Calico Jack. (and fair enough, the man’s been through significant trauma. I totally understand why he can’t disconnect from those relationships easily.)

Throughout the show, Ed sees another way in Stede, just as Stede sees another way within Ed. Ed's found a man who wants to do things in a gentler way but will also burn down a ship of assholes for him, and although Stede doesn't always understand the realities of being a pirate, he's shown he can handle himself on the sea in his own ways. (the lighthouse fuckery, burning down the party boat, knowing how to get stabbed, unhand me or bleed)

But in episode 8, he goes with Jack because he’s afraid Stede is “seeing him for who he is” and Edward thinks “who he is” is a monster. When they are reunited, Stede is so happy to see him and be with him, even in the face of death, it shifts something in their relationship, imo.

Once he finds a way to save Stede, he finally has a way out. He had been Blackbeard for so long. Them being somewhere relatively safe, where they are fed and clothed, is a new chance for Ed. He doesn’t have to worry about being mutinied, or Izzy’s opinions, or pirate culture (“we’re all at various stages of fucking each other over”) getting in the way. They don’t have appearances to keep up anymore or crews to manage. And to top it off, he's with Stede. Together. When Ed kisses Stede, he wants it to be clear that he is in love with him. The kiss is a film staple of romantic intention within the romcom/romance genre, so Ed kissing him was him unequivocally showing his love. But Ed is insecure. He doesn’t know 100% how Stede is feeling, so the kiss for Ed is a risk. He was probably nervous as all hell. Stede is the only person (in his mind, I have Further Thoughts about his possible connections with the Revenge crew but that’s for another post) who accepts him for who he is. Stede is his only friend, and that’s a heavy thing for Ed.

I think people are so used to Hollywood perfection in everything that seeing a more realistic first kiss, one that doesn't look as polished as they would expect, makes some people genuinely uncomfortable. They'll see these two middle aged men, who have never had a real friend or been in love with someone who sees them for who they are underneath their facades, kiss each other for the first time, and get uncomfortable with the awkwardness that those experiences could bring.

Good Omens

Now this kiss is different because it is a different genre, different story, different characters. I think the intention behind the kiss is similar from a character perspective. In part, Crowley wants to let Aziraphale know that what he is experiencing is love.

I think Crowley realized over the course of this season that(and how) he loves Aziraphale, and I think the show is making space for that to be another earthly pleasure that the two indulge in that Heaven and Hell don’t understand. There are no canon married couples or romantic partners in Heaven or Hell to my memory. (Gabriel and Beelzebub don’t count because they ran away). This could be another thing that Heaven or Hell could wield against them. Not just loving someone on the opposite side, but loving at all.

To rewind, Crowley is coming from a place of believing that Heaven cannot be changed. There is strong evidence in the show that Crowley has had his memory erased, and its unclear how much he has been able to recover. We know he remembers that he was only cast out for “asking a few questions” but we don’t know if he remembers where in the Holy Hierarchy he sat. I believe he was extremely high up, the Prince of Heaven that The Metatron mentions during Gabrial’s trial. I can’t imagine them telling us that for any other reason, and he was creating the Universe at the start of season 2 so he was obviously high up.

Aziraphale believes that he can fix it from the inside and he knows they can never outrun Heaven. They will always be on guard, and he thinks The Metatron is giving him a way out. I don’t know if Aziraphale actually trusts The Metatron, but Aziraphale is smart. He sees an opportunity, so he takes it.

During their fight, they both are trying to make the other see their side without actually explaining themselves. They are rushed, both of them are panicking, and they are talking past each other. Aziraphale wants to create a Heaven where they can be safe and happy, and yes, he has A Lot to unpack in regards to his attitudes towards angels and demons (Good Guys and Bad Guys). He also wants to avoid a war that will kill humanity, because isn’t that what they fought so hard to avoid in season 1?

Crowley knows Heaven can’t be fixed. (I tend to agree with him but I don’t blame Aziraphale for wanting to try, especially because I doubt they’ll be able to thwart Heaven without their time apart, but I digress) Crowley sees Aziraphale wanting to go to Heaven as a rejection of him and of them. Aziraphale sees Crowley not wanting to come with him the same way.

I think Crowley kissed Aziraphale in an act of desperation but also to ground his feelings in the Earthly realities of their lives. Our ineffable spouses spent much of their existence on Earth, falling in love with it and its inhabitants, they’ve sort culturally assimilated in ways. They both love doing some things “the human way”, Crowley drives his Bentley, they both eat food and drink, Aziraphale learns stage magic and language, and reads books.

Crowley has heard Aziraphale talk about books often, but I think Crowley watches more films than they show us. I may be extrapolating too much, but when Crowley wants to drive Nina and Maggie together, he uses a trope from popular romance movies that he says he saw in “a Richard Curtis film". I am not super educated on his movies, but I’m pretty sure Richard Curtis has made multiple movies where people get rained on and then kiss. I am choosing to believe that Crowley has watched more than one romance film and the big “kiss-to-show-your-love-grand-gesture-at-the-end” is very very common across the board. And he uses it to express feelings he can't seem to get across in a physical way.

This kiss would look terribly awkward, because not only is it coming from a place of anger and desperation, I am firmly of the opinion that neither of them have ever kissed anyone before. Iirc, there is no canon evidence of them having any sort of physical or romantic relationship with anyone, so this kiss would have been their first. Aziraphale is totally overwhelmed because he loves Crowley just as much as Crowley loves him, but he was no way expecting this sort of direct and jarring act. I don’t even think this kiss was fully about love so much as it was about Crowley’s need to express something he couldn’t find the words to express. (Not to mention the storytelling aspect of it, which is making us an an audience sad and uncomfortable so we can inhabit a similar emotional space as the characters are.)

Human life is messy and complicated and not always pleasant. The kiss was an extension of their human-like experiences and life on Earth. A life Crowley wanted to continue but Aziraphale knew was impossible to maintain, with Heaven and Hell keeping such a close watch on them.

I think there was more I could have said but I’ve been writing this post for like 5 hours and I think I’m done now. In short, both kisses were perfect for what they were showcasing within the characters journeys and I will not stand for slander of them thank you goodnight.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ed x stede #good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #the kiss

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aerodaltonimperial · 9 months

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that spooky lighthouse au epilogue

(idk man i re-read this fic and was like oh, i love that universe still, that was so much fun to write, maybe i should write a little ending? so here you go.)

Darby wakes before the sun.

At this point of the season, not that much before, but enough that the glow coming in through the blinds is still a muted, reddish hue. It’s learned behavior, really; he was always woken up when something went wrong, or when the lighthouse turned itself on, and now, the instincts are slow to fade. Except that now he wakes up and stares up at the textured ceiling tiles of a just off campus apartment that’s far too small for the amount of people currently living in it.

There’d been a nightmare at some point last night, the kind that worms its way down into his bones. He runs a hand over his face and sighs. Then he rolls over to slide his arm across Jack’s waist. Jack is an indulgent sleeper—he never fails to curl around Darby’s hold, scooching back against him without waking up. He’s the sort of person who has never had to worry about his well-being while he slept, never had fear tickling the back of his neck even in his dreams.

Darby envies him, but more than that, he’s determined to make sure that stays true. He curves himself along Jack’s spine, slotting his knees behind the other’s. Presses a kiss to Jack’s shoulder, the little bit of skin peeking out from beneath his shirt collar. Sometimes, Darby can fall back asleep and catch another hour or two. This morning is not one of those times.

When it’s obvious he won’t be able to get any more rest, Darby slides out of Jack’s grasp and creeps quietly out of the room. There’s only one main room, separated into the living room and the kitchen; counter space is severely lacking, but neither Hook nor Jack seem to be much for cooking. The coffee maker holds a space of honor in the corner. The timer hasn’t switched on yet, so Darby flips it manually.

He’s sitting on one of the unpainted kitchen chairs, staring out the sliding glass door, when the door to the other bedroom opens. Hook makes it halfway out before he realizes Darby is there. Then he frowns, blinks, and sets his phone on the counter. “You’re up early.”

“So are you,” Darby returns.

Hook shrugs. He’s dressed in shorts and a tank. “Going to the gym. Can’t sleep?”

“Happens sometimes.”

Hook nods. He goes to the fridge and pulls out a bottle filled with an obnoxious green smoothie, one of those ridiculously expensive things both of them tend to buy without even thinking. He seems as though he’s getting ready to leave, but pauses before he hits the door.

“Hey,” he says, to get Darby’s attention. “I know you saved his life. So...thanks.”

“Thanks?”

“He’s annoying as fuck, and I swear he doesn’t have an ounce of sense in his head, but he’s my best friend,” Hook says. “I don’t know where I’d be without him. So. Yeah. Thanks.”

Darby nods once, slow. “You’re welcome.”

“You’re still an ass,” Hook tells him.

“Feelings mutual.” Darby jerks his head back towards the bedroom door. “He up yet?”

“Nah. He’s pretty lazy sometimes.” Hook doesn’t bother to wave when he leaves, just grabs his keys from the holder nailed to the wall. But the coffee is done, so Darby gets a cup. It’s some organic brand; the bag boasts that it was grown, like, beneath only blue lights that had been locally sourced in dirt flown in from a tiny island in the Pacific or some shit. Darby doesn’t know where the hell they buy this crap. Tastes good, though, so maybe he shouldn’t complain.

Halfway through the cup, Danhausen wanders out from the room. He squints blearily at Darby for a moment before waving a hand. “Ah. Good morning.”

“For an all-powerful entity, you sure would be easy to kill in the mornings,” Darby says.

Danhausen grumbles out something unintelligible when he goes to the counter to hunt down a clean coffee mug. “Yes, yes. Be sure to put a big neon light up when you invite things in. Danhausen will hardly be the most interesting specimen in the apartment.”

When Darby makes a face, Danhausen offers a wide smile. “Darby has been touched by an otherworldly. He is considered a delicacy in some realms now.”

“So has Jack.” Darby frowns.

“Huh,” Danhausen replies, with overly false surprise. “An added bonus.”

That makes Darby think a little. He takes another sip. “You keeping everything away?”

“Perhaps,” Danhausen says. “But it is not a full-time job. We are not very high on anyone’s lists. And right now, Danhausen will go shower, so that we remain that way: unnoticeable.”

Darby doesn’t really know what a shower has to do with not being noticed by dangerous entities from other worlds, but whatever. He finishes his coffee, pours another cup, and goes out onto the balcony. Dawn has broken, painting the sky red. Here, they are far enough from the coast that the smell of the sea is hard to pick up, but Darby lived his life by the brine, and he’d know it anywhere. It’s strange to be looking out over the morning and not hear the roar of the waves or the screams of the gulls.

Eventually, the door slides open behind him, and Jack pads out onto the metal. “Hey. When did you wake up?”

“Not that long ago,” Darby replies.

“I’ve only got Lit and Calc today, so I’ll be back early.” Jack leans over the railing, both elbows propped up against it. “Wanna hit somewhere near the beach for dinner?”

“Sure.”

Jack studies him, chewing on his bottom lip. “You okay?”

Darby turns, back hitting the rail. He loops an arm around Jack’s shoulders, mostly so he can pull the other in closer, press his face against Jack’s hair pulled back in a messy bun. The coconut scent of his shampoo is strangely grounding. His t-shirt covers none of his arm, the tattoo that’s still healing to hide the shadowy marks that will never go away: overlapping ocean waves against the rocks.

Against his better judgment, Darby misses those rocks.

But he’s here, standing on a balcony overlooking the sprawling student apartments that carry far too high a rent, drinking overpriced coffee that Hook will bitch about having to buy more often with more people drinking. Darby drops a kiss against Jack’s temple as Jack curls in closer, fingers sliding up beneath the hem of Darby’s shirt.

“Yeah,” Darby murmurs. “I’m okay.”

And for the first time in maybe forever, he really means it.

#Tag so you don't lose this shit #aaaahhhhh i missed this little universe so much #this was such an absolute BALL to write

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M's Marvel Thought of the Day (tis a long one - hold onto your hats)

Two similar conversations Daniel Sousa is likely to have had at two different points in time.

tw: mentions of PTSD

this got wildly out of control and long in the second part, i apologise

[ The Stark Mansion - 1947]

As he stepped out onto the patio that Jarvis had pointed him towards, he caught sight of her by the pool. It had been a little over 48 hours since they'd shared the kiss in his office. Since then, they'd attempted to leave the office to finally get that drink only to find out Jack had been shot and then jumped straight into their investigation. Between guarding Jack and pursuing any lead they could find, they had probably had 3 hours of sleep between the two of them in two days, and if Jarvis hadn't arrived at the hospital and dragged them to Stark's for dinner, they no doubt would have carried on till they collapsed.

Although he knew how exhausted she was, he couldn't but take in her graceful beauty as she perched on the edge of the pool, both legs of her jumpsuit rolled up to her knees as she dipped her toes in the water mindlessly. Clearly deep in thought, she didn't sense his presence until he came up besides her, her face turning to smile up at him.

"Mind if I join you Carter?" She gestured to the spot besides her as he very carefully lowered himself to the floor. Arranging his prosthetic so it hung over the edge of the pool, he sat a little further back than her. "What's rattling round that big brain of yours Peggy?"

He noticed the change in her demeanour after they'd visited Jack for the first time. He was still unconscious, pale and small of stature against the sheets. There had been a falter in Peggy's expression, almost imperceivable, before the mask she usually wore resumed.

"It's silly really." Her foot moved in the water, the ripples moving away from them as he watched.

"Tell me anyway."

"In the desert, Mr Jarvis and I... we argued. In the heat of the moment he said something, that he has since apologised for, but the more I think about it, the more it seems to be true." He didn't push, that wasn't the way to handle Peggy. Instead he waited for her to continue when she was ready. "Everyone around me dies." The catch in her voice as the words spilled out made his head immediately pick up, taking in her now slightly hunched shoulders.

"Peg..."

"Cannot say it isn't true. My brother, Michael. Steve. Colleen. And now Jack..."

"Jack Thompson is too stubborn to die. You know he'll be making us crazy for years yet. Plus remember the doctor said things were looking positive. He's stable and improving." Daniel tried to reassure her.

"Still. It seems to be a theme in my life. Everyone I care about comes into danger by being near me. Ana. Jarvis. Jason. You."

"That is not your fault." She moved to rebut his statement but found herself cut off, his hand landing on her arm in a soft grip. "Ana made the choice to go and confront Frost, she said so herself. Jarvis ran head first into danger at the first opportunity. And Steve... he made his choice, for the greater good. And as for me, it's my job Peggy, just as it is yours. We put ourselves on the line to protect everyone else, no one forced me just as no one forced you."

Her gaze was soft on him as she listened to his words, the honesty shining through. She leant into his shoulder, resting her head against his neck.

"I don't want to lose anyone else." She mumbled, feeling his strong arm loop around her waist and scoot her closer.

"I don't either, but the best we can do is continue to fight. Together, if that's what you want."

"It is. If you'll have me Chief, I think I'd like to stay in California for a while." She smirked up at him, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"I think we can handle that."

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[The Lighthouse - 2020]

Despite being familiar with all the Shield bases in his own time, the extensive corridors and seemingly endless levels of the Lighthouse had been completely alien to Daniel. Luckily, he'd been accompanied by Daisy for most of the time since they had returned to this Shield team's timeline. It had been a steep learning curve for Daniel in the past three weeks, but the team had been endlessly supportive and helpful as he learned to adapt.

This morning Fitz had been making some improvements to his prosthetic, which Daniel had thought was pretty much perfect until Fitz adjusted something and there was a relief of pressure he hadn't even realised he'd been able to feel. The engineer made him run drills and lift weights to monitor the performance of the limb and once he deemed it satisfactory, he'd been let go, with the knowledge that there would be periodic adjustments in the future.

In awe of modern technology, he wandered down towards the bunks to find Daisy. She had been excited to see what upgrades Fitz would have in store for him. Rounding the corner to her bunk, she saw Jemma quietly shutting Daisy's bunk door, flinching slightly at the click of the lock. When she spotted Daniel, she put a finger to her lips and beckoned him towards the common room. Doing as he was told, he caught up to the biologist.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a hush tone.

"Everything will be okay, I need you to know that." Jemma said to the visible concerned man out of time.

"Jemma..."

"Daisy's having a bit of a day. She suffers with these anxiety attacks occasionally, which is expected after everything she's been through." Daisy has filled him on a lot of the team's activities before they met him and he'd read her file when she handed it to him a couple of weeks ago. "Similar to what you might call 'shellshock'. We call it PTSD now."

"Is she okay?" The concern laced through his voice.

"She's asleep now. Alya fell while they were playing and hurt herself... she's absolutely fine, clumsy like her father. But I think an overtired Daisy and the fact she feels responsible for everyone around her, may have just pushed her to the edge." Jemma fidgeted nervously with her sleeve. "She feels so much all the time, for everyone, that when she gets overwhelmed it bubbles over. She just needs time, needs to actually sleep. Hopefully, now she'll be okay for a few hours."

"Are you saying she's not been sleeping?" Jemma shook her head.

"She struggles with a proper sleep pattern outside of missions, you know what it's like. But I think with everything Enoch told us and the fact she knows things are changing, everyone...moving on. I've found her up at all hours a few times when I've been up with Alya."

"I didn't know-"

"That's not your fault Agent Sousa- Daniel sorry." Jemma caught herself. "Daisy bottles things up, doesn't want to inflict her pain and worries on anyone else. She's a tough person. If she doesn't want you to know something, you won't."

"Still..." His hand carded through his hair.

"Just give her some time, I'm sure..." Jemma was cut off by a tremor rippling through the base. The pair locked eyes before they both took off at a sprint towards the source. Flexing the new prosthetic, Daniel powered down the corridor to reach it first and find the door locked. He stepped to one side as Jemma appeared, pushing a fingerprint to the lock pad, the system disengaging as the door swung open.

Without much forethought to his own safety, Daniel threw himself through the door, taking the sight of Daisy curled into a tight ball on one side of her bunk, fists clenched in her comforter. Her face was scrunched and tears streaming out of closed eyes.

"Dais- Daisy, wake up sweetheart. Daisy." Daniel knelt by the side of her bed, a hand on her shoulder. "Cmon sweetheart. Daisy, come back to us. You're okay. We're here. We've got you." His hand cupped her cheek in an attempt to wake her and she leaned into the contact, the tremors settling as her eyes blinked open slowly. "There she is."

"Daniel? Whats.." Her eyes flickered to Jemma, who was crouched besides Sousa. "How bad?"

"Rattle the chandelier, not knocking down walls." She joked, smiling down at her friend. "How are you feeling?"

"Still fuzzy." Daisy pivoted herself into a sitting position, realising as he let go that Sousa had still had a hand on her arm. "Sorry."

Jemma sighed besides him, making him shoot her a look before she started to explain. "She always apologises. This is not your fault." She fixed her best friend with a look, which made Daisy crack a smile.

"Is Alya okay?" The worry hit her all at once as she remembered what had happened.

"She is absolutely fine. Mack took her for ice cream. She's having the time of her life."

"Good. Good, she deserves that." Daisy's gaze fixed on the blanket now and Jemma gripped her knee.

"She loves you Daisy, just like we do. Okay? You're her aunt." Daisy nodded in agreement. "You need rest, you've been pushing yourself too hard."

"Yes doctor." She mumbled, a small smirk on her face. Daniel who had been watching the interaction from his perched position, moved to straighten up and give her space to relax, only for Daisy to reach out and grab his hand, a silent question in her eyes.

He nodded and pulled up the chair from the corner of the room. Jemma hid her smirk as she bid them both goodbye.

"You good?" Daisy asked as she settled back against her pillows.

"I'm okay." He wasn't going to push her to talk about it, despite his endlessly curious about the woman in front of him.

"Thank you for staying, it... gets a little much."

"For as long as you want me here, here is where I'll be." He said, sitting back in the chair.

"You might not want to say that." She murmured. His questioning look made her sigh a little. Her instinct was to bury everything, to hold it her chest and keep it to herself. But something about him made that feeling wasn't so strong. Maybe it was a mirroring thing. He'd her about losing his leg when they were back in the barn and they'd had more open conversations. "You remember the team of Shield agents that were killed protecting me when I was a baby?" He nodded. She steeled herself with a slow breath.

"There was an agent we found shortly after I joined Coulson's team, he was one of the first on scene in the aftermath. His colleague was killed after dropping me at Saint Agnes's. He warned Coulson and May 'Wherever she goes, death follows'. They chose to ignore him, but I can't help but feel like it might..."

"No." He cut her off, shaking his head as he sat forward to be closer to her. "You can't think like that."

"But it's true, everyone dies. Trip, Lincoln, even the ones that come back. Coulson, May, Fitz. I put everyone at risk." The tears reappeared as she wiped them with her shirt sleeve, pulling her knees up to her chest.

"Daisy..." He moved then, sitting on the bed in front of her. "Their deaths are not on you. It's the job we sign up to do, we put ourselves on the line, to be a literal shield. To protect those who can't protect themselves. There are always risks, but that's what we sign up for. It doesn't make it easy and we let ourselves mourn, but it is not your fault." She looked up at him with glassy eyes.

"You really believe that?"

"I do. You are one of the best agents I've seen. And i've seen a lot in all my years." His joke made a small smile flicker over her face. "Is that why Alya falling upset you?"

"I just don't want anyone else to get hurt. Not on my watch."

"And she's a lucky little girl to have you looking out for her." There was a beat of silence, as if she was digesting his words.

"That speech seemed familiar to you. Like you'd said it before." Daisy questioned, with a tilt of her head.

"You might not be the first person I've had to convince about things like that."

"Because some of your favourite people are people like me?" The smile that lit up her face made his heart flip in his chest. He chuckled.

"Because some of my favourite people are people like you."

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If ya'll made it through this mess of words you deserve a gold star ⭐️

the parallel came to me while i washing up and then this happened.

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bookquest2024 · 7 months

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100 Books to Read Before I Die: Quest Order

The Lord Of The Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien

In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford

Under The Net by Iris Murdoch

American Pastoral by Philip Roth

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

Animal Farm by George Orwell

Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

Atonement by Ian McEwan

Crime And Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Grapes Of Wrath by John Steinbeck

Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie

Lucky Jim by Kingsley Amis

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

A Passage to India by EM Forster

Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon

If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller by Italo Calvino

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

1984 by George Orwell

White Noise by Don DeLillo

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner

The Stranger by Albert Camus

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

Oscar And Lucinda by Peter Carey

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami

Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James

The Call of the Wild by Jack London

Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy by John Le Carré

Austerlitz by W. G. Sebald

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

Ulysses by James Joyce

Scoop by Evelyn Waugh

Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salman Rushdie

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Are You There, God? It’s me, Margaret by Judy Blume

Clarissa by Samuel Richardson

Moby-Dick by Herman Melville

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

Herzog by Saul Bellow

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Don Quixote by Miguel De Cervantes

A Bend in the River by V. S. Naipaul

A Dance to The Music of Time by Anthony Powell

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Go Tell It On The Mountain by James Baldwin

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence

Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

I, Claudius by Robert Graves

Nostromo by Joseph Conrad

The Tin Drum by Gunter Grass

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger

Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White

Tom Jones by Henry Fielding

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Little Women by Louisa M Alcott

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth

Watchmen by Alan Moore

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne

On the Road by Jack Kerouac

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen

The Trial by Franz Kafka

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Money by Martin Amis

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

#quest #book list

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wanderyears · 2 years

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a (modern) OFMD rec list

or, do it again, but make it *au*

a small adventure by gangnamstiles @sassygwaine “So, you’ve seen the Stede Bonnet shit,” Jack says, plunking down his tankard and straddling the stool.

“See, you all keep saying ‘shit’. That’s so vague. Be specific for fuck’s sake,” Edward says, locks his phone and tosses it on the table in front of him.

“This pompous little amateur had the nerve to ask for a review on his new podcast,” Izzy spits the word like that’s not what they’re doing.

had we lived by nasri Izzy is always the first one to arrive at the pub, signing off on shipments and taking stock, and if Edward shows up it will be just before last call, when Izzy is dead on his feet and can’t say no to a single thing. Truthfully, though, he rarely can.Every day starts and ends exactly the same way, until a particularly chatty history professor begins sharing his morning commute.

like a flower in bloom, how the ink flows over your skin by changethecircumstances Stede finds that being a convicted felon makes job searching near impossible when the owner of a flower shop takes pity on him and gives him a job. It starts as just Stede fulfilling the requirements of his parole. He certainly didn't agree to the offer with the thought the business and the people around it would change his life.

squid-life crisis by nerbert Ed begins to tell fun facts to the strange fancy man who visits the aquarium each day.

dealt a soft hand by mintly @mintly “Are you sure you’re not married?” Stede swallows. Something is tickling the back of his mind, a memory or dawning realization or the hangover exasperated by the flashing lights of Las Vegas spilling onto the disheveled bed. Stede pulls at his left glove, alarm coiling in his gut.

Ed snorts in amusement. “Yeah I’m sure. I think I’d remember if I got hitched.”

“Would you?” Stede says shakily. He holds his hand between them. Around his ring finger is a band matching Ed’s exactly. Brand new, without a single scratch on it, golden and lovely.

we should just kiss (like real people do) by al_ex_an)d_er_hamiltons @al-ex-an-d-er-hamiltons “I mean, I can read a little.” Ed continued, his tone defensive, setting his books down and throwing himself into the chair beside Stede. “The basics, you know. C-A-T is cat, whatever. But big words trip me up, and sometimes the letters get blurry and move around the page.” Ed ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. Stede watched as Ed tried to gather his thoughts, unable to keep himself from admiring his dark eyes and long, salt-and-pepper hair.

“And when is the exam?”

“In four weeks,” Ed said miserably, slumping over the table.

“Ah,” Stede murmured. “Well, we’d better get started then, eh?”

clean slated state by justkeeptrekkin @justkeeptrekkin Stede is ready to 'get back out there' after his divorce, but he's more than a little bit intimidated by the concept of online dating. After a series of truly terrible first dates, he's close to giving up on love altogether. Perhaps he's too old for all this Grindr nonsense.

And then, along comes a bartender called Edward Teach.

on an aisle in the sun by macbetha @macbetha When Stede formed Lighthouse Wedding Planning, LLC, the last event he imagined himself organizing was his ex-wife’s wedding to her long-standing boyfriend, Doug.

then the smilin’ starts to hurt by bayaningbituon Ed is trying to relax on the beach, and gets interrupted by two kids and their handsome dad.

this tired world could change by gangnamstiles @sassygwaine One summer day, two unlikely paths cross in the alley behind Bonnet Group’s towering skyscraper: Stede is at the end of his rope, and Ed’s just taking a smoke break. Of course, after they’ve become inseparable, Ed’s past catches up to him as Stede tries to find a way out of his own obligations, and the solace they’ve found in each other is threatened.

i wanna take you (to a gay bar) by tenely He was honestly quite flattered the fellow had messaged him, despite the circumstances. Too bad he’d have to let him down. Since this wasn’t Stede’s kind of thing. He was only on the app as the result of a prank, after all, even though he couldn’t see the humor in it for the life of him.

awake and unafraid by animosities Five times Ed borrows something of Stede's and one time Stede borrows something from Ed.

or:

There’s a man in Ed’s poetry seminar who equally baffles and intrigues him.

kiss my lipstick on by vera_dragonmuse @dragonmuse Ed stumbles into a drag bar, then a relationship. He might as well fall into a fresh understanding of himself while he's at it.

#blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd #steddy hands #rec list #our flag means death #mine

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ladylilithprime · 2 months

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One Size Fits, Some Exclusions Apply

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: background Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Selkie Donna Hanscum, Foster Mom Donna

Summary: Thanks to the efforts of Nox and Sam, Matthew Pike has been rescued and relocated to Avalon and a new foster mom who has some concerns. Cas does his best to be reassuring.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 21: Reward

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IT WASN'T A particularly big deal in the grand scheme of things. Graduating second grade was a milestone, but a fairly basic one. Having perfect attendance wasn't so much a moral success as luck of the draw when it came to catching or not catching the usual schoolyard cold and flu germs that got passed around. Grades were low stakes even at the highest mark, not that anyone would dare say that to a child's face or in range of their proud parent unless that person was a complete idiot.

And frankly, as excuses to have a party and offer complimentary cupcakes at Lighthouse CommodiTeas, Jack's end of second grade graduation was as good an excuse as any and a better reason to celebrate than more emotionally fraught reasons.

Jack sat at his usual table at the front, devoid of the now-obsolete homework and, instead, hosting a medium-sized travel terrarium with a mildly nervous tarantula huddled inside beneath a carefully constructed hide of tree bark and moss. The tarantula was being regularly checked on by its owner, Matt, who sat across from Jack and nibbled on his cupcake. Next to them sat Kaia, Jack's friend from karate, also eating a cupcake and asking questions about the care and needs of the tarantula as she wrote down a list for designing a new, bigger terrarium that would live in Matt's new room.

"I don't know if I should be concerned or not, honestly," Sheriff Donna Hanscum admitted from where she sat at the corner table across the room nearest the kitchen. "I don't want to discourage his interest, but, well... it's a spider, not a cat or a dog. And what if his focus on his pet is just his way of avoiding dealing with anything else?"

"My understanding is that Matt had this tarantula for some time before the... incident that resulted in him coming into your care," Cas said with as much delicacy as he could muster. The inciting incident had occurred on his day off, so he had only heard about it after the fact from Jimmy and been peripherally present for the fallout. "He may very well be focusing most closely on caring for his pet in order to avoid his own trauma, in which case showing care for the tarantula may help establish that, when he is ready to accept, care will be offered to him, too."

"Yeah," Donna sighed, looking down at her cup. Hellfire mocha with raspberry syrup, if Cas recalled correctly. "I just... I guess I'm worried that I won't be any good at this foster mom thing, y'know? I mean, I always thought I'd at least have a mate before having pups."

"Not something I can help you with," Cas said dryly, which at least made Donna laugh a bit. "You care about him and want him to be safe and happy, which is most important. Communicate with him, check in, listen to him... parenting is never going to be a one size fits all sort of thing, though from what I recall from working retail even 'one size fits all' was a misnomer."

"Usually is," Donna agreed. "But I get your point. Just gotta be open to listening when he's ready to talk."

"Exactly," Cas nodded. "And you aren't completely on your own in this, either. You have your pod, and your friends, and Matt will have all of you plus Jack and Kaia."

"Y'all really are great friends," Donna said with a smile. "Don't know too many other kids who would use the excuse of graduating second grade to throw a covert 'welcome to your new home' party for a kid they just met."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Cas lied as he plucked the chocolate and pretzel spider off his cupcake and took a bite.

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #urban fantasy au #background ships #sastimmy #baker castiel #selkie donna hanscum

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thewapolls · 7 months

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This one's a bit simpler than the last few,

SKELETON is straight forward enough, it technically only appeared in WA1 but it was directly replaced in Alter Code F with the SPARTOI, which was introduced in WA3. The Spartoi, "Sown Men," of Greek myth were fully formed armed warriors sprung from the earth when a dragon's teeth were sown like seeds into the soil.

SPAWN is very possibly the missing link between SKELETON and the SPARTOI but it's hard to say. It's more corpse-like than skeletal but it does seem to mirror the SKELETON being part of Jack's prologue dungeon by being part of Brad's. And unlike SPARTOI's native american warrior aesthetic, the SPAWN has a distinctly US G.I. look about it, complementing Brad's war hero background, and the Green Hell dungeon's Vietnam war themes. It may also be a reference to the superhero Spawn who is an undead US marine veteran.

CYBERGEIST, shortened from the original Japanese CYBERNEGEIST, is a funky one-game enemy, as it appears very specifically tied to WA's lore about the "Holmcross"(a misromanization of "Homunculus") being robotic humanoids. Although oddly, it didn't come back for Alter Code F, possibly because they'd switched over to using the SPARTOI model and felt the native warrior aesthetic it wouldn't gel with the robot lore.

HELTER SKELTER is a weird spin on the SPAWN enemy in WA2. So... An actual Helter Skelter is an old fairground ride that's basically just a big slide round a kind of mock lighthouse, no big deal, whatever. But the ride inspired the song, Helter Skelter by The Beatles, which in turn inspired the absolutely insane conspiracy/prophecy by infamous cult leader and not-quite mass murder, Charles Manson, in which he envisioned a literally apocalyptic race war aligning with element of the biblical Book of Revelation that he and the Manson Family had supposedly been both making plans to instigate/accelerate as well as avoid and survive. So... uh... naming a zombie soldier HELTER SKELTER seems to imply some component of a literal war with Manson's Helter Skeleter scenario associated? In any case the weirdness is kind of sidestepped once the recolors of the SPARTOI are used instead, kind of obscuring the militarist vibes.

and then there's GASHER SKELETON in which GASHA[ガッシャ] is a Japanese sort of onomatopoeia for the sound of crashing or breaking. So technically it probably could have been translated as SMASH SKELETON if they'd really wanted to try and retain the onomatopoeia element. OH DUH... Stupid oversight on my part, it's just a synonym for the Japanese yokai Gashadokuro. I can't believe i didnt catch that.

#wild arms

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makiruz · 2 years

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I took time to check the appearances of Garrett Sandford, the second Sandman, pre Neil Gaiman, there aren’t many but it’s fascinating because you can see how it all came together.

First off, it’s the Jack Kirby miniseries, which introduces Sandman as the guardian of dreams, his nightmares Brute and Glob, and Jed Walker as a boy with some dream stuff about him. Jed initially lives with his grandfather the lighthouse keeper but he dies in the series and goes to live with his mean aunt and uncle Clarice and Barnaby (after reading the Gaiman series that was a serious gut punch)

However this wasn’t the end for Pre-Gaiman Sandman; Jed mostly disappears, making one panel cameos (although a cancelled comic would’ve revealed he was Kamandi’s parallel universe counterpart) but Sandman comes back a few times thanks to Roy Thomas. First Thomas brings back Sandman’s enemy General Electric in Wonder Woman 295 and 296; and then he introduces Sandman himself in Wonder Woman 300, where he gives Sandman a name and a backstory, as Garret Sandford, a scientist who created a dream machine but got stuck in the Dream Dimension (aka the Dreaming) and now he can only come out for 1 hr when he blows his whistle. This issue by the way introduced Lyta Trevor later Lyta Hall, the daughter of Earth-Two Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor; I’m pretty sure it meant nothing at the time (it was part of the issue 300 celebration), but considering how central Lyta ended up being to the Sandman story can’t help but take notice

The next appearance of Garret Sandford was in Justice League of America Annual #1; this story wasn’t by Roy Thomas, but by Len Wein and Paul Levitz and it’s interesting because the League teams up with Sandman to fight Doctor Destiny, who you might know as John Dee or the guy with Dream’s ruby. I’m sure Dee would’ve tied with Dream regardless, because of his dream powers, but seeing them together years before Neil Gaiman came along is kind of amazing.

Anyway, Sandford does not actually come back after that, but Roy Thomas continues with the story of The Sadman, now in Infinity Inc. Infinity Inc started out as the story of the Next Generation of Earth-Two heroes, with the likes of Jade and Obsidian (children of Golden Age Green Lantern), Power Girl, Wildcat 2, Hourman 2, Doctor Midnight; and of course Lyta Trevor (Fury) and Hector Hall son of Golden Age Hawkman and Hawkgirl (called Silver Scarab). I don’t particularly care for the story of Infinity Inc, but the things you need to know is that they started pre-Crisis, they ended post-Crisis (so a lot of their backstory had to change) and Hector died and Lyta was pregnant with his child; in issues 49 to 51 The Sandman comes back spying on Lyta at night and Nuklon (who was in love with Lyta) finds out, and gets Lyta to help him catch him and discover that *gasp* Sandman is actually Hector! Hector reveals that the original Sandman, Garret Sandford went crazy and died (doesn’t say he committed suicide, but the implication is there) and after he (Hector) died he fell into the dream stream and ended in the Dream Dimension and became the new Sandman, but he can only be on Earth for 1 hour a day; he doesn’t want to prevent Lyta to live his life, but they’re still in love so they get married at the beginning of issue 51 and go to the Dream Dimension to have “A Happy Beginning” (so much for that). So here’s the important part about this story, it was published in early 1988, cover dates April to June 1988; issue one of Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman was published in December 1988 (cover date January 1989), The Doll’s House, the storyline that dealt with the superhero Sandman and Jed Walker started publication in mid 1989; Neil Gaiman was working with current DC continuity, he was building off the work of current DC author Roy Thomas; he wasn’t digging out some forgotten character, he was working with recent stories and it’s amazing.

You can tell how all the pieces of the story Gaiman told came together and it was current; it’s freaking brilliant and I love it

#Garrett Sanford #The Sadman #Neil Gaiman #Roy Thomas #Jack Kirby #my post #Lyta Hall #cw suicide mention

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adventuressclubamericas · 2 years

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Where In The World Is Phryne Fisher?

We're not the only ones who are trying to find out where Phryne is off to next! Flat! Jack and Flat! Dottie are searching too! Jack called in some favors, and they started out at the Naval Base San Diego, since they saw Phryne had been nearby at Hotel del Coronado.

She was long gone, of course, so they visited the nearby Old Point Loma Lighthouse for a better overview of San Diego.

After it went out of its original service, the light house was abandoned and decaying.

The Army began using it as a radio station during WWI. Cabrillo National Monument was created in 1913 on the 1/2-acre parcel where the lighthouse sits, and the land transferred to the National Park Service.

While they were up there, Jack picked up an Astrolabe. Early sailors like Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo (the first European to set foot on the west coast of the US) used an astrolabe by turning the pointer until a star or planet could be seen in a straight line through both pinhole sights. Sailors then calculated latitude by noting the angle of the celestial body above the horizon. It may be a longshot, but he's hoping it will lead him to a particular celestial body, Miss Fisher.

Hopefully Jack and Dot will catch up with Phryne at the Miss Fisher Con 2022 !

Link here : https://missfishercon.com/

#flatphryne #flatjack #flatdot #missfishercon2022 #Missfishersmurdermysteries #missfisherandthecryptoftears #everycloudproductions #AcornTV

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jackjolene · 2 years

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BioShock/Sinking City: The 1960s and the Return of Rapture

Continuing with my BioShock/Sinking City crossover, we’re going into the time period between BioShock and BioShock 2, 1960-1968, as the Jolene family (Jack took his mother’s last name) live their lives in the strange city of Oakmont, Massachusetts.

After getting settled into their new place in the Grimhaven Bay lighthouse and into his job as the lighthouse keeper, Jack begins looking into the remnants of his father’s company, Ryan Industries, on the surface. Using documents and connections obtained from Tenenbaum, he begins taking these pieces of his father’s legacy and putting them back together. Another gift he inherited from Andrew Ryan’s genetic code was a gift for finances, and he intends on using this gift.

Along with helping the former Little Sisters to adjust to the surface (and aiding the orphanage staff in caring for them), Tenenbaum also begins studying the “Innsmouth Look”, a genetic condition exhibited by the “Innsmouthers” and passed along to their descendants, and the strange genetic compositions of the “Wylebeasts”. Despite her promise to utilize proper ethics in her research, Jack and Liz keep an eye on her anyway.

In November of 1962, shortly after the Cuban Missile Crisis, Jack and Elizabeth finally got married. With the world having just escaped nuclear war and holocaust, they both figured that it was time that they tied the knot. Charles gave Elizabeth away, Tenenbaum was the maid of honor, and Sally, Masha, Leta, Annabelle, and Daisy were the flower girls. Robert and Rosalind Lutece made an appearance as witnesses.

On November 22, 1963, both Jack, Elizabeth, and Tenenbaum were in Dallas, Texas, having gotten a former, adopted Little Sister out of a bad situation. Rather than head home to Oakmont, they decided to stick around and see the President. When Liz saw movement in a dark window, she used Peeping Tom to see what it was. To her horror, she saw not one, not two, but THREE would-be shooters, all at different vantage points, all them waiting to take out JFK.

She alerted Jack and Tenenbaum, and the three of them went into action. Between Tenenbaum’s experience in skull-drudgery and stealth, Liz’s invisibility, and Jack’s strength, the three shooters were thwarted before they could kill JFK. The trio stayed long enough to see the would-be assassins carted off by the authorities before they left to catch their flight.

A little while later, the nation was shaken to its core by the arrests of multiple figures in the military, the CIA, and the government itself, including Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson. Turns out, while one of the shooters, Lee Harvey Oswald, was a lone wolf acting on his own, the other two were sent by the CIA and the US military to assassinate President John F. Kennedy in a plot to prevent his interference in pursuing their own agendas.

Jack, Liz, and Tenenbaum were contacted shortly afterwards by the Kennedy’s themselves. In private, John and Jacqueline Kennedy thanked Jack and Elizabeth Jolene and Brigid Tenenbaum for saving his life. The two families strike up a friendship which aids them both greatly; the Jolenes have the ear of the Kennedy family and their connections, while Jack provides a better example for John to follow in his relationship with his wife.

In the fall of 1964, Elizabeth begins her studies at Oakmont University. About the same time, the Paris Peace Accords ended the Vietnam War, dividing the country into North Vietnam and South Vietnam. Hailed as a hero for peacefully bringing the Vietnam War to a close, JFK is re-elected to a second term in the 1964 election.

In 1965, Liz gives birth to her and Jack’s first biological child. They decide to name the healthy boy, “Booker DeWitt Jolene”, after Liz’s dad and first friend. Masha, Leta, Sally, Annabelle, and Daisy are enamored with their new baby brother. Tenenbaum wonders aloud which, if any, of Jack and Liz’s plasmids and gene tonics were passed along to Booker; she is expressively forbidden from trying to figure out.

In 1966, Jack’s efforts to bring Ryan Industries back from the dead finally pay off. While just a ghost of its former self, the money generated from his father’s old company allows Jack to quit his job as a lighthouse keeper and buy the old Blackgate Manor. Before moving his wife, daughters, and son into it though, he spends a day clearing it of the strange creatures that took up residence following the Flood.

One night in 1967, Jack stumbles across a tall, gangly, helmeted and suited figure attempting to make off with a little girl. He finds himself in a fight for his life as his plasmids surprise his opponent more than anything else. Jack is able to rescue the little girl, but the diver escapes back into the ocean. The resemblance between the helmeted figure and the Big Daddies of Rapture is too much to ignore.

A little research, and Jack, Liz, and Tenenbaum realize the horrible truth: There are little girls disappearing from coastal towns and cities all along the Atlantic, and everything points to it originating from Rapture. Andrew Ryan’s Dream, turned Nightmare, has coming back.

Using the connections he’s made and the money he’s acquired, Jack begins putting together an expedition to go to Rapture and stop whoever has been kidnapping little girls. He’s hesitant to let Liz and Brigid come with, but between their protests, Liz’s stealth capabilities, and Brigid’s knowledge of Rapture and of ADAM, he accepts they’re are coming with.

In November of 1968, Jack and Co. reach out to Mark Meltzer, the only man who seems to connected the dots (e.g., the disappearing girls, the strange, underwater lights, and the sightings of the “Mariner”), only to learn that he has vanished. Suspecting that Meltzer is on his way to Rapture, and having finally lost her patience, Tenenbaum steals the submersible that Jack had made for the mission and sets off on a one-woman quest to stop the kidnappings.

In response, Jack and Liz accelerate the efforts to get the rescue mission underway. They were plenty motivated when they were just going out to stop the kidnappings and rescue the girls. Now, it’s personal; they have a friend to save, from herself and from Rapture.

As Thanksgiving approaches, Jack and Liz say goodbye to their daughters and son before departing. As their ship, the Mary Catherine Jolene, approaches the Lighthouse, Liz calls out to Jack from the bow of the ship, telescope in hand. Something just surfaced not far from the Lighthouse, and there’s movement on it.

Thoughts? Hope you liked my headcanons!

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