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She had pretended to faint so that he would carry her in his arms, longing to be swept away, to be completely in his power . . .
Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle
#swoon#swooning#swept away#surrender#lose control#relationship dynamics#power dynamics#quotes#lit#words#excerpts#quote#literature#anna biller#bluebeard's castle
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oh yeah, i saw Swept Away in the arena stage today!
and honestly, i really enjoyed it! like, fuck yeah man shipwrecks? those are pretty epic. violence and cannibalism too ❤️
but like i ugly cried over little brother and big brother at the end so uhmmm it gets the stamp of approval over whether or not it can make me cry!!! sorry guys but i’m not immune to sibling dynamics!
also the set is so cool. i’m not sure if i should say what happens to the boat when the shipwreck actually happens, but… i certainly wasn’t expecting it!!!
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#swept away#swept away musical#swept: cast#john gallagher jr.#wayne duvall#stark sands#adrian blake enscoe#arena stage#washington dc#the avett brothers
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Current obsession: Swept Away, the Avett Brothers jukebox musical inspired by the wreck of the Mignonette. I don't know how many of my fellow shipmates of Boat Tumblr are also musical theater and/or folk-rock people, but if you are, please let me know, especially if you're a The Terror/Moby-Dick/In The Heart Of The Sea person.
#swept away#swept away musical#soundtrack#playlist#the avett brothers#musical theatre#nautical#maritime#age of sail#boat story#shipwreck#boat media#maritime disasters#essex disaster#mignonette#the terror#moby dick#in the heart of the sea#soundtrack playlist#folk rock#americana music#americana#Spotify
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The way this makes me so insanely happy!
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Welcome To The Outpost: Part 2.3 - Swept Away
Fandom: The Bad Batch
Characters: CT-9904 Crosshair, Clone Commander Mayday
Word Count: ~1375
Read Here on AO3
Synopsis: With Crosshair at his side, the two of them easily storm the raider’s mountain base. Mayday wonders about the legacy the clone troopers leave behind. Crosshair makes an unexpected admission.
Read Part 1.1 - Frozen
Read Part 1.2 - Rise From The Ashes
Read Part 1.3 - Lost Battle
Read Part 1.4 - No Way Out
Read Part 1.5 - Rock And A Hard Place
Read Part 2.1 - Last Chance
Read Part 2.2 - Broken
Once the rocks stopped tumbling to fill the cave mouth, the mountain rang with silence.
Crosshair turned to survey his work, lowering his rifle with little satisfaction. It had been a quick way to end things; targeting the crate of explosives to collapse the mountain cavern network, instead of tackling another wave of raiders rallying from inside their base.
Not that they had struggled with the combat. He had been reluctantly impressed at how the reg commander, a blaster in each hand, had stormed the encampment with ruthless efficiency. Crosshair had worked with command-class clones in the past, and they were the only ones who were even close to operating on the same level as him and his brothers.
Don’t think of them.
Eliminating the raider’s base with the reg commander had almost – almost – reminded him of the mission on Desix with Commander Cody.
He had known he would work well with Cody; there was no doubt about that. They had a long history together.
What he hadn’t expected was for Mayday to shadow his movements so effectively, bringing the brutal skirmish to such a quick conclusion.
There was something to be said about the ferocity of men with nothing left to lose. The hollowness that radiated out from the commander threatened to consume Crosshair too.
Mayday faced down death and the elements on the word of an officer he didn’t respect, because he was loyal.
Loyal to the Empire.
And Crosshair was at his side because the commander also carried the intense loyalty to his clone brothers that the sniper had never understood, but had found himself on the receiving end of in the tunnels.
Mayday had no business saving him from the pressure mine. It had been his own idiotic mistake to trigger it. If it had been him, he would have scoffed at the reg commander and left him; not worth the risk of accidentally detonating the mine whilst trying to disarm it, just to save one man.
But Mayday had thought it worthwhile. When he had brushed off Crosshair’s ingratitude with little more than a resigned chuckle, it made something inside Cross burn all the brighter.
The faint, creeping sensation of eyes on his back shivered up his spine – the reassuring version, the one where those eyes were his brothers’, watching out for him just as he watched out for them.
He’d had that, briefly, when Cody had requested him for Desix. Then the Marshal Commander had absconded.
Rampart’s insidious voice sounded in his mind again. Clone loyalty doesn’t seem to be as advertised any more.
Crosshair thought Cody had had his back, but the Marshal Commander abandoned him. Just like his brothers had.
He couldn’t bear to confront the nauseating fear that Mayday might do the same.
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“Crosshair.”
“What?” Crosshair’s tone was short, but without his earlier aggression.
Mayday gestured down the mountainside, towards the snowmobile which had crashed and spilled its pallet of crates after Crosshair shot the driver.
“Let’s load the cargo and get out of here.”
Although it was night, the whiteness of the snow bounced the little light from the sky around, giving them enough to see by without drawing their torches. Sliding to a stop in the powdery snow, Mayday pulled off his helmet, loosing his unkempt hair to the wind and feeling the bite of the icy chill against his cheeks. Behind him Crosshair mimicked the action, tucking his helmet under his arm, silent and observant.
Mayday faltered as he approached the downed skiff. His eyes skipped over the tumult in the snow, the once-smooth surface marred by scattered debris where one of the cargo crates had burst a seam at the impact and spilled its contents into the night.
White on white. Gleaming plastoid against powdery mountain snow.
“Gear?”
The edge of Mayday’s voice shook. The fingers of his free hand dug into the seams of his own armour, curling against the coarse fabric wraps keeping the cold out.
“We’ve been risking out lives to recover equipment we could have been wearing this whole time?”
He sensed more than saw the sniper come to stand at his shoulder.
“It’s not clone trooper gear,” said Crosshair. The way he softened his voice at the acknowledgement spoke volumes.
“Right.” Mayday dragged the word out into a derisive snort. “New toys for their shiny new military, and we get the scraps.”
Holstering his blaster, he knelt and scooped up a cuirass from the snow, turning it to inspect the item. A coldness that had nothing to do with the mountain night curled around his chest, constricting, forcing bile to his throat.
“We were good soldiers.” The words choked past a knot of fury and sorrow. “We followed orders. And for what?”
His companion remained silent. That was fine by Mayday. He didn’t want to hear the sniper’s brand of biting commentary right now.
He dropped the cuirass in disgust, kicking it towards the other items spilled from the fractured crate.
“For three years we fought in the war,” he continued, his voice low, words spoken mostly for himself. “Earned their freedom with our blood, and never asked thanks. It’s what we were made for.”
Now he turned to Crosshair.
“Do you think they’ll even remember us?” he asked, fixing the lean sniper with a piercing stare.
Crosshair held his gaze despite its intensity, brow furrowed in a frown. He’d drawn a toothpick from somewhere, and his teeth clenched around it as he shrugged a response to Mayday’s question.
Mayday continued. “I heard the rumours about phasing out clone troopers. I didn’t really believe them until now.” His face twisted in a glare, one hand scrubbing over his face and beard as he sought to control himself. “What does that even mean? They just let us die, and not replace us?” His voice shook with anger. “I heard Kamino was destroyed. Does that mean… the end of us clones?”
Something flickered behind Crosshair’s eyes, an expression quickly shuttered. He turned his face away from Mayday, letting his gaze go long over the mountainside.
“It was.”
Mayday stared at him blankly. “What?”
“Kamino was destroyed,” said the sniper through clenched teeth. “I was there.”
Taking a careful couple of steps, Mayday positioned himself in Crosshair’s eyeline. The sniper still tried hard to avoid looking at him.
“You were on the Empire’s ships.”
“No,” said Crosshair, and his voice was barely more than a breath shuddering up from his chest. “I was in the city.”
For a moment the wind dropped away to nothing, and now Crosshair met Mayday’s eyes. Behind that hard exterior there was a fracture of fear, wide-eyed and frightened, and Mayday’s breath seized to realise how young the other clone must be.
Not much older than Veetch.
A rumbling, rushing started up. Blood in his ears.
Except Crosshair was reacting to it too. Whipped his head round to gaze up at the mountain peak, far above the destroyed cavern.
To where icy death tumbled down the mountainside towards them.
Reacting on instinct, Mayday pulled his bucket back on and clapped Crosshair on the shoulder. “GO!” he roared, and he was already running, adrenaline driving fatigue and fear from his body as his long legs ate up the ground and he raced, heedless, down the mountainside.
In moments Crosshair had drawn level with him, helmet in place also. The two clones, light armoured and dark, slid and sprinted wordlessly through the night, racing from the devastation which descended from high to sweep them away.
The avalanche would catch them. Thousands of tons of snow and ice gathered speed, must faster than their exhausted bodies could hope to outrun it.
Mayday scanned their path for something, anything, that might offer safety. Somewhere to shelter. To hope the wave of snow would crest over them and spare them.
Looming from the darkness, a jagged boulder jutted up from the mountain surface, black and forbidding.
“Look out!”
Shoving Crosshair to one side, Mayday watched as the tall clone tumbled head over heels, the unexpected push breaking his momentum.
Then the snow was on them and Crosshair was lost to his view, and the crushing wall of ice swept him against the boulder and everything went black.
I'm baack! Did you miss me?
I missed the proper posting date for this prompt which was due on the 23rd, but I hope you enjoy this chapter now it's here. Thank you to my wonderful writing buddies @kybercrystals94 and @the-little-moment for your patience and support!
Hopefully Day 26's chapter 'Grief' will be finished over the weekend.
Need more angsty Bad Batch stores in the meantime? We're using the #littlekyberthoughts tag for our joint Angstpril challenge - you can find all our fics there!
#angstpril2024#thebadbatch#fanfiction#day23#swept away#the bad batch#the bad batch fanfic#tbb fanfic#clone commander mayday#commander mayday#barton iv#the outpost#crosshair#tbb crosshair#ct 9904#crosshair and mayday#crosshair & mayday#littlekyberthoughts
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The finale of Swept Away is posted. This bitch is DONE!
DAFF tag list: @rakshadow, @rosella-writes, @effelants, @bluewren, @breninarthur, @ar-lath-ma-cully, @dreadfutures, @ir0n-angel, @inquisimer, @crackinglamb, @theluckywizard, @nirikeehan, @oxygenforthewicked, @exalted-dawn-drabbles, @melisusthewee, @blarrghe, @agentkatie
#swept away#my writing#josephine x isabela#josephine montilyet#isabela#da fanfic#dai#da2#adorno ciel otranto#yvette montilyet#brand#pirates of the caribbean meets pride and prejudice#pirates and politics#romance on the high seas#wlw dragon age#sapphic dragon age#queerplatonic relationships
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the ghosts are stronger than me. if a man i had beef with was dying of tuberculosis i'd let him do it by himself. yeah i hope u feel guilty. prick.
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Swept Away: directed by her then-husband Guy Ritchie, Madonna delivers a deliciously bitchy performance as the spoiled socialite Amber Leighton. In spite of the universally bad reviews, that gorgeous Mediterranean backdrop & M’s wardrobe still make the film watchable for me!
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i'm laughing so hard the outlanders in "Swept Away" are so fucking funny
*cuts to the volcano like it's a sitcom*
Janja: It don't matter what he says. You two always gotta listen to me.
Cheezi: You got it, boss.
Chungu: What did he say?
Cheezi: He said, "Listen to me."
Chungu: Uh, Cheezi, I was listening to you.
Cheezi: Not me-me! Him-me *gesturing to Janja*
Chungu: Who me??
just the classic hyenas :) but the best part is
Ushari: *rolling eyes at them* So sad.
*njano scitters up*
Njano: Psst. USHARI!!!
Ushari: I'm right here.
Njano: Yeah, well, I got a secret you might wanna know...
HGDHHGF this is exactly what i mean by they're a Dysfunctional Family. even after jasiri becomes queen this is EXACTLY what they're like, except no evil plans under jasiri's watch.
it's only been TWO EPISODES since The Rise of Scar and it's already Chaos 💀 ushari is having regrets about being allies with chungu and cheezi while simultaneously getting yelled at by njano. i suggest watching the scene because njano's yell and ushari's reaction is so damn funny
also janja saying "Secret?" even tho njano was only speaking to ushari gives me major sibling-overhearing-your-conversation vibes. forgot to add but scar is like the mom none of them want to anger HSGHF
scar's army is so dumb lmao i love them
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He has no rules, no boundaries, he doesn’t flinch at torture, human trafficking or genocide. He’s not loyal to a flag, or a country, or any set of ideals. He trades blood for money. He’s your new best friend.
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And with the opening was announced am extension!
Swept Away is now running through Jan 14, 2024 giving you another two weeks to go see it in the new year!
Arena Stage DC through Jan 14, 2024 ⚓🌊
#stark sands#swept away musical#adrian blake enscoe#john gallagher jr.#wayne duvall#swept away#the avett brothers
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Billionaire’s Nantucket Beach House Swept Away
#billionaire#nantucket#beach house#swept away#soil erosion#coastal erosion#climate change#global warming#karma#bigot#republican hypocrisy#liberal hypocrisy#hypocrite#gop hypocrisy#jerktrillionaires#jerkbillionaires#jerkmillionaires#earth#econotego#class war#eat the rich#eat the fucking rich#fascist#capitalism#anti capitalist#capitalist hell#capitalist dystopia#capitalist bullshit#ecology#ausgov
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#swept: cast#swept away musical#swept away#john gallagher jr.#adrian blake enscoe#wayne duvall#stark sands#arena stage#washington dc#the avett brothers#scott avett#sitzprobe
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Chapter 5 of Swept Away is up! We have arrived at the meet-cute!
"Isabela comes to Antiva City, a place filled with unpleasant memories for her, in order to meet her new - temporary - employer. But this Josephine Montilyet isn't exactly what she was expecting."
@rakshadow, @rosella-writes, @effelants, @bluewren, @breninarthur, @ar-lath-ma-cully, @dreadfutures, @ir0n-angel, @inquisimer, @crackinglamb, @theluckywizard, @nirikeehan, @oxygenforthewicked, @exalted-dawn-drabbles, @mogwaei, @melisusthewee, @blarrghe, @agentkatie
#josephine x isabela#swept away#my writing#da fanfic#rarepair#sapphic romance#pirates and politics#meet cute#wlw romance#josephine montilyet#isabela#when the pirate queen meets the merchant princess
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Wayne Duvall (Glendon Marsh in Season 2) is currently starring in Swept Away at the Arena Stage in Washington DC. He plays the captain of a whaling ship that sinks off the coast of New Bedford, leaving four male survivors in a precarious situation. Probably involving a lifeboat and homoerotic buddy bonds
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