#Double Room Madagascar

[robertsonskywa1]

Starshadow's All-Star team (EP 1)

Starshadow Skystalker sends the All-Star team got new recruits from the first episode of Starshadow's All-Stars to the Rescue!

During the major refit of the Delta Shadow went on the double-deck floor oversized over 175 ft longer than Millennium Falcon as the grouped by the newest recruits:

Sunset Shimmer, Sci-Twi and Rainbow Dash: Starshadow's charity persons after the "Save Equestria Girls Donation Day" on May. Rainbow Dash commands the pilot of the Delta Shadow.

The Penguins of Madagascar: Skipper the combat specialist, Kowalski the Science Officer, Rico pocket weapons and gadgets, Private co-pilots the Delta Shadow

Raphael (TMNT 2012): Is the secondary officer of the transporter room of the Delta Shadow

Gadget Hackwrench: the new Engineer Officer who serves Starshadow after Chip's rescue during Sweet Pete's attack as she remembers him after the Save Equestria Girls Donation Day.

Judy Hopps: Starshadow's police officer when Chief Alexander listed the All-Star team with the help of Skipper to investigate of Darkwing Duck.

Katie Mitchell: Communications Officer of the All-Star team and Starshadow's favorite person who helped as a hacker and a communicator of the All-Star team

Flash Sentry: Who volunteers the Save Equestria Girls Donation Day as he joins Starshadow Skystalker to the All-Star

And lastly, Jim Lake Jr.: Starshadow's favorite second person after the downfall of Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans was abandoned by DreamWorks and Guillermo Del Toro's work. Jim joins Starshadow as he be part of All-Star team.

"Our mission? We rescue, we seek out new allies and new enemies. For every cartoon where reality has come before" - Starshadow Skystalker

Read Starshadow's All-Stars to the Rescue! now available on Wattpad!: https://www.wattpad.com/1443632182-starshadow%27s-all-stars-to-the-rescue-all-stars-to

[umitvar]

{regé jean page, 32, demi male, he/them} we are so glad to see you safe, PRINCE LIANTSOA RATSIFI of MADAGASCAR! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are PLEASANT and HEADSTRONG enough to handle it. just don’t let your SPONTANEITY bring you down! stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU FEAR THAT THIS TRIP WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA.

BIOGRAPHY

you are the charming smile to those who tremble under the heaviness of the court. you are the pair of warm hands that wrap around wrinkled palms, helping them get up from where they are sitting on their knees, gently explaining that there is no need. you are here to help and listen. that's who you are.

as the youngest, you hear many whispers of how you have it the easiest. that it's much simpler to be who you are when the weight of the crown falls lighter on your shoulders. you tell them it does not have to be a weakness, but a strength. another perspective much needed in your times.

your hands are calloused from the woodwork, of figures that decorate your room and your loved ones. you have always been powerful behind your love. of what and who you believe in.

falling in love comes unexpectedly to you. you embrace it, and do it fiercely. to make him smile, there is little you would not do.

-

liantsoa ratsifi, called 'lia' by many, is the youngest sibling to the ratsifi family. his voice always booming, even when he was a mere child, he is known to fill the room with his presence. whenever he puts a mind to something, it's hard to make him back down from it, asking again and again 'why not' until it's done, or he is convinced that it's not a good idea. more likely than not, it's the first option that happens.

known for unorthodox ideas and charity work, he has heard his fair share of rumors going around the court of how he isn't very princely, and that some of his ideas are going against the traditions of his country. when these are not whispers, but said to his face, lia has no qualms about replying in detail why those claims are absolutely ridiculous. when it's whispers going around, he replies by doubling down on what he is adamant about doing.

the reckoning, while with lesser consequences to madagascar compared to many other countries, dims some of his light-hearted nature. lia is, still very much, lia, with charming grins and never shy to tell his mind, though he worries a lot more, tries to do what's best for his family and loved ones. with the ring on his finger, and his heart very happily stolen by the sultan, this trip makes him worry a lot more than 'the reckoning' did. he has a feeling that things are about to go wrong, and he will do anything to stop that from happening.

[readyforevolution]

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[ghostoffuturespast]

1, 10, & 15 (fic writer ask game)

Fic writer ask game

Thanks for the asks! 👻

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

That’s tough… But I’ll go with multi-chapters. I feel like I have a lot more breathing room to write and play around with things.I want all the space! 

I do appreciate one-shots and short stories though. There’s a lot of satisfaction in getting done with a piece fairly quickly and it’s a fun challenge to think about how to tell more of a story with less words. I dunno, it's just the pacing is very different between short, long, and medium stuff.

Cltr+f “blinks” on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up.

I write mostly in past tense (I should branch out at some point), so I’ve used “blinked” a lot, but “blinks”... only one instance:

The double doors to the footbridge lay in front of her, she cracked one open and spotted the telltale blinks of anti-personnel mines scattered around the sniper.

How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

I write it like an action scene, except slower and MORE. A lot of times with fight scenes I’m trying to capture the intensity, how frenetic it is, so my writing is more clipped and fast paced. But with smut, it’s still action, I just slow the pace down and then dial every other input up. I’m very visual and detailed (making sure readers know exactly where body parts are at what time), to the point that it’s probably sensory overload. Sight, sound, touch, taste, smell, emotional metaphors. All of it. Honestly, I’m not sure if it’s too much, but no one has told me otherwise. So, I’m just gonna keep rolling with it. I also set a weird precedent for myself in my current fic by making everyone wait 30 chapters for something to finally happen, so there was a lot of self-imposed pressure on my part. And I was like, well shit, this is my first time but it took this long to get to this point so it better be fucking good. Then I feel like I have to one up myself every time… Maybe someday I’ll write more quickies or something. 

I’m not too worried about being mega realistic. I try to make sure positions and stuff are within the realm of reason given the parties involved and the setting, but I think part of the appeal of smut is that there is fantasy involved. That being said my tastes are pretty vanilla, not like I’m doing anything crazy. But like gourmet vanilla, like I flew to Madagascar and harvested my own vanilla beans vanilla. I do really enjoy including some of the more awkward moments that do come along with having sex though: the struggle of taking clothes off, using protection, having to switch positions because something’s not working out, weird check-ins, cleaning up, getting interrupted. None of it strictly necessary, but I find these kinds of moments endearing because they’re real.

[oldfangirl81]

My local movie theater closed suddenly after 25 years this week.

I saw so many movies there over the years but three times stuck out in my brain where that theater was the setting.

1. Not long after it opened I was on a kinda double date (there were a few misunderstandings on that) in high school with my bff's boyfriend and friend. I lost the vote and we went to Any Given Sunday. Except we were late so we had to sit in the front row. It is very awkward in high school to see a movie with THAT locker room scene to begin with but extra so at an odd angle. The movie did nothing to make me want to care about football.

2. I met a guy on a dating app at the theater with a planned dinner after. He greeted me with "I can't take my eyes off your cleavage." Not the compliment I wanted. He then wanted to get frisky in the back row of one of the animated Madagascar movies. No. Just no. After dinner he got pulled over for not having lights on. "My date's cleavage distracted me." No second date.

3. The only midnight movie I've done was there for the Avengers. One of the few times I bought tickets days early too. I dressed up in a ton of purple. I remember arguing in the parking lot at 3am that Coulson couldn't be dead because a) we never actually saw his body after medics arrived/no morgue scene and b) we saw no grave.

[dionadair]

Tero

This story was written in the spring of 2022 for my Honors Colloquium course. Each student was tasked with creating a work of art in any medium they chose. I obviously selected the written word, and concocted a short story around the premise of a dystopian society exiled to the moon by the rest of humanity.

History class was worse than just a bundle of lies: it was incredibly boring as well. The same old story, repackaged for a different time period, repeated a thousand times. Aŭroro held back a yawn and shook herself, trying to pay attention to Mrs. Disvastigi as she asked the class a series of questions.

“Who can tell me what the first country to attempt True Unity was?”

Jakobo raised his hand. “The United States of America. They created a republic based on the ideals of equality and assimilation, forming a single nation untethered to any dispute or culture.”

“Very good, Jakobo. Now, can anyone tell me how they failed?”

Mikaelo spoke up. “Like the other nation-states, they became nativist, coveting their history and proclaimed culture, and went to war with each other and the Order of Unity, resulting in the Order’s evacuation and the destruction that lasts to this day.”

“Correct, Mikaelo. And now, we wait. For the nations of Tero to destroy themselves, or, hopefully, welcome us and our glorious ideals back.” Mrs. Disvastigi smiled so sincerely at her own words that Aŭroro thought she might actually be sick. Mercifully, the ding that announced the end of class sounded, and she stood, eager to get back to her quarters.

Aŭroro made her way to a transpod and entered her room coordinates, then slumped into a seat as the device sped off between the craters of the moon. With nothing else to do, she looked out over the landscape she’d be born into. Luno had been amazing to her when she was young, but after passing over the barren gray rock thousands of times, it had gotten old. 

Aŭroro looked up just then and smiled. Tero, on the other hand, never got old. Its vibrant colors of blue, green, and white were a welcome diversion from her bleak reality. Even the tan and beige of the Sahara was more interesting than the forsaken appearance of Luno. Narrowing her eyes, Aŭroro tried to spot as many countries as she could. Africa was facing Luno, and she immediately spotted Egypt, Somalia, Ethiopia, and Madagascar. After thinking for a moment, Aŭroro remembered South Africa. It was appreciated, if not especially liked, by the Order of Unity. They were all about unification of different groups, only they preferred to think of them as not different at all.

Aŭroro knew the truth.

Just then, her transpod stopped at her habitation deck. Getting out, she walked over to her chambers, put in the code, and stepped inside. The room was warm, heated against the cold of space. It was framed by comfortable beds and seats, and had a fully-stocked kitchenette. That was about all it had going for it, however, as, much like the rest of Luno, it was boring and utilitarian. There was not a hint of architectural inspiration in the smooth metal walls, no aspect of distinction in the photographs of stone tools hundreds of thousands of years old. Nothing that could be linked to a single nation, people, or history, in case those living in the room might start to admire or identify with a single part of humanity. What a load of crap.

Aŭroro could hear water running from the bathroom. Kuraĝo must be showering.

Tired from a long day of pointless education, Aŭroro flopped onto her bed and took out her holopad. Double-checking that the VPN was still working, she opened up three tabs. One was LingoLearn, so she could practice her English. The second was Gather, a Teroan social media website. The last one was Media+, a massive database of videos, movies, and television. 

After polishing her grammar and pronunciation (why was English such a chaotic language?), she checked in on her friends in Scotland, Kurdistan, China, and numerous other regions. She assured them she was still alright, and promised she was working on getting off Luno. Then, she flipped through a few history channels on Media+ before deciding to watch classical animation instead. Maybe something from the 2020s. After all, good entertainment was almost impossible to access from Luno.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Kuraĝo stepped out. Aŭroro closed her tabs and looked up, raising her eyebrows in admiration.

Kuraĝo was in the Athletics Track, and she had the muscles to prove it. They casually flexed as she dried off her hair, still a little moist from the shower. Aŭroro gave a small wave to her roommate. The other girl smiled back.

“Hey Aŭroro. How goes the History Track?”

Aŭroro groaned and leaned back. “So. Boring.”

“Bad day again? You really only have yourself to blame for trying to investigate a field rife with human division, nations, and warfare. It’s going to have some very heavy overtones.”

“I know, but come on, even geography is terrible. It’s all about the tragedy of Tero that mountains and rivers have divided us, when we could have been living on flat, open plains where we would all naturally come together as one.” Aŭroro snorted derisively. “How about you? Athletics treating you well?”

Kuraĝo smirked. “You bet. You should have seen me in the wrestling ring today. Not to brag, but I was pretty amazing.”

She sat down next to Aŭroro, who was suddenly very aware of the small gap between them. “Yeah, I bet you were. Nobody stands a chance against all… this.” She gestured awkwardly to Kuraĝo’s well-muscled physique.

They sat in silence for a moment while Kuraĝo tried to think of something to respond with. Communication had never been her forte.

At that moment, a banging sounded at the door. Both girls jumped as a voice called out.

“Aŭroro Stelo, this is the Milico! You are under arrest for violating isolation, corresponding with nationalists, and attempting to foster misinformation within the Colony of Luna! You have sixty seconds to open this door, after which we will enter by force, and you will be charged with resisting arrest!”

Kuraĝo looked at her friend in shock. “What are they talking about?!” she asked.

Aŭroro grabbed Kuraĝo by the shoulder. “Look, what they’re saying about me, it’s partially true. But only because they’ve been feeding us lies since childhood.”

“Aŭroro, I don’t understand.”

“Fifty seconds!”

Aŭroro lifted up her pillow, grabbed something, and put it in Kuraĝo’s hand. It was a data chip. “Take this to the launch bay. It carries everything you need to know, plus launch codes and coordinates to a landing spot on Tero. I wish I had time to explain, but--”

“Forty seconds!”

“Look, all I’m asking is that you trust me. Please, Kuraĝo. If you want answers, the only way to get them is this chip. Tero isn’t how we’ve been told it is.”

Kuraĝo hesitated.

“Thirty seconds!”

“Please, Kuraĝo!”

Kuraĝo took a breath. “Alright. I’ll do it. For you.”

Aŭroro breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Now, grab me and carry me out so they don’t suspect you.”

Kuraĝo nodded, hid the chip in her shirt, and moved to take hold of her friend.

“Twenty seconds!”

Aŭroro hesitated, then leaned in quickly to hug Kuraĝo. “Stay safe.”

“I will,” Kuraĝo assured her, then grabbed Aŭroro and carried her to the door.

“Ten sec--”

She opened the door. Half a dozen milicanoj stood outside, stun batons at the ready.

“Here,” Kuraĝo said. “You don’t need to add the extra charge.”

One of the officers raised an eyebrow, but shrugged.

She hesitated. “Please, sir, don’t hurt her. Whatever she’s done, I’m sure it’s just a mistake.”

“Don’t worry”, the senior officer replied. “She’ll be just fine.” He turned to the others. “Take her away.”

As the other milicanoj marched Aŭroro off, the senior officer turned back to Kuraĝo.

“What happened in there?” he asked. “Why did it take so long?”

Kuraĝo took a breath, steadying herself. “She tried to convince me to help her. I almost did. After that, she tried to fight me, but I managed to get her to stop.”

The officer nodded. “I see. And are you alright? I know this must have been shocking for you.”

More than he knew. “I… don’t know. I think I need to sit down for a while.”

He nodded again. “Understandable. Before I go, did you have any idea about what she was doing?”

Kuraĝo shook her head. “None at all. I’m honestly in shock at it all.” That much was true.

“Alright. Get some rest.”

Kuraĝo turned around and closed the door behind her. She walked numbly over to her bed and sat down heavily. After a moment, she took out the chip and stared at it. Part of her wanted to break it, to smash it into bits and just forget about it all. Another part, the part raised to be loyal to the colony, told her to turn it in as evidence. But she couldn’t do that to Aŭroro. If this chip had been that important to her, then Kuraĝo owed it to Aŭroro to look at whatever was on it.

Steeling herself, Kuraĝo opened up her holopad, then hesitated. If the Milico had found out whatever Aŭroro had been doing, it probably wouldn’t take them long to do the same to her. Better to make a plan.

Thinking hard, Kuraĝo resolved to head down to Compartment A3, one of her favorite hiding places from childhood. It was an old storage closet, and one rarely used. Better yet, it was practically next door to the launch bay. If she needed to make a quick escape, that would be the best option.

Kuraĝo closed the holopad and put its frame in her pocket, then looked around, wondering what she could take without looking suspicious. She settled on a couple of snack bars in her other pocket. She didn’t exactly have room for anything else.

She made her way through the building, down to the launch pad. Part of her was terrified of someone becoming suspicious and calling in the Milico on her, but the other part knew it would look more suspicious to look around rather than to just keep moving.

Eventually, nerves thoroughly wracked, Kuraĝo made it to Compartment A3. No one was around. Slipping inside, she took out her holopad, turned it on, and plugged in the chip. Immediately, a message appeared on the screen:

Upload Virtual Personal Network?

Kuraĝo thought for a moment. Whatever that was, it wasn’t like she had many other options. She pressed “Yes”, and the screen changed, indicating the upload was successful. Next, a set of files appeared. The first was labeled “History”. Kuraĝo pressed on it, and began to scroll through a mound of data. History videos, essays, and not a few pages from something called “Wikipedia”. None of it meant much to Kuraĝo; she hadn’t taken a history class in years.

She closed the file and looked through the others. Some held apparent current events, others messages from individuals on Tero. Kuraĝo could barely believe her eyes. Was all of this real? Was Tero really…at peace? It seemed impossible…

A file at the bottom caught her eye; it had her name on it. It was a video file, with Aŭroro in the thumbnail. Kuraĝo took the earbuds out from a slot in the holopad, put them in, and opened the video.

Hello, Kuraĝo, video-Aŭroro said. By now you’ve most likely looked through the information on this data chip. Possibly with the exception of the history file. Fair enough; that was never really your favorite subject.

I included this video just in case something happened to me. Apparently, it did. Anyway, the point is, now you know that virtually everything we were ever told was a lie. At least, I hope you believe me. It would be pretty annoying if I did all this and you only saw me as a filthy traitor.

Kuraĝo wished she could tell Aŭroro that was the last thing from her mind. She might have had doubts before, but she had trusted her friend for years now, and if she went to this much effort, it wasn’t just for some dumb prank.

Anyway, the last file contains the launch sequence. Hopefully you remember what we learned in flight class. The universe knows I don’t. The coordinates will take you to a small town in the province of Kurdistan. I have a friend there. It will be enough for me if you escape and live your life happily away from this hellhole we call Luna, but if you could try and convince the Teroj to help us, well, that’d be great.

I love you, Kuraĝo. Be free.

Kuraĝo took a moment to think. It didn’t take her long to make a decision. She needed to leave.

Stuffing the holopad and data chip back into her pocket, she carefully opened the compartment door and jogged, as quietly as possible, to the launch bay doors. All trained citizens had access to the ships at all times, whether for practice, emergencies, or the odd (approved) race. After all, where would they go? They were all good Unitists.

Kuraĝo filled out a practice form, selected a standard one-person craft, and climbed in, putting on the flight gear as the bay doors opened above her. While the ship was lifted up into the airlock, she surreptitiously inserted the data chip. The ship read the coordinates and plotted them out.

At last, the bay doors closed, and the airlock doors opened. Kuraĝo breathed a sigh of relief and launched the craft. Almost immediately, a warning sounded in her ear.

“Kuraĝo Forto, turn your craft around immediately. If you do not, we will be forced to open fire.”

“Hmm,” she said, pretending to consider it. “I think I’ll open the throttle instead.”

Her ship shot off, but as it did, something flared in the corner of her eye. A laser bolt had scarred her wing, and the little ship was shaking unsteadily.

Kuraĝo summoned every bit of pilot practice, wrestling with the craft to keep it on course. She was too far out of range for any more shots, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t still crash and burn. It took all of her effort just to keep the ship from flying off course. Mercifully, whatever “Kurdistan” was, she was already facing its side of Tero. She closed in on the planet, praying no one there was going to shoot her down.

As if on cue, a voice crackled in her cockpit. “Lunar craft, identify yourself.”

Kuraĝo pressed the com button and began to speak. “This is Kuraĝo Forto, of Luno. I have just escaped my colony, and am on a crash course with Kurdistan. I am attempting to control my descent, but I do not know if I will succeed. Please, do not shoot.”

There was a moment of silence.

“We have your coordinates tracked, Kuraĝo. We will activate the Hewlêr tractor beam. You’ll land safely. Please continue on your current trajectory.”

~~~~

Kuraĝo waited in a small room for over an hour. After docking in the city of Hewlêr, she’d been taken to a government facility and told to wait. She hadn’t been bored, though. They’d brought her something to eat, and there was a holoscreen in the room. The food tasted absolutely amazing. The fruit was somehow fresher than it was on Luno, and the baked bread was so much better than the synthetic kind. That wasn’t even getting into the meat (which she’d never had), or the pastries.

After stuffing her face with the food, Kuraĝo had turned to the holoscreen. Thankfully, it had an Esperanto setting among several other languages, including کورمانجی, English, اَلْعَرَبِيَّةُ, 普通话, and español. After going down a rabbit hole of content, she felt thoroughly overwhelmed. There was simply so much.

It was honestly a relief for her brain when she encountered the cat videos. Whatever those soft-looking creatures were, they were absolutely hilarious, and she really wanted one.

Halfway through an animated clip involving a very weird-looking cat with rainbows coming out of it, a woman stepped into the room. She was extremely well-dressed, in a crisp black suit and matching pants.

“Hello, Miss Forto,” she said, with a slight accent, holding out her hand. “I am Anastasiya Zelenskaya, president of the Federation.”

Kuraĝo stood, pausing the strange video, and shook the woman’s hand a little awkwardly. The title sounded important, and she wasn’t sure what to say. She decided a simple greeting was probably the safest option.

“Hello,” she said. “I’m sorry, Ms. President, but I’m not quite sure what that means.”

The president smiled. “Please, call me Mrs. Zelenskaya. And it means I’m the executive leader of this planet.”

Kuraĝo’s jaw dropped open. “You came all the way here for me?”

“Of course. You’re the first refugee from the Lunar Colony to ever flee, let alone make it to Tero. I came in from Gibraltar, which is why I was late; it was a long flight. My apologies. May I sit?”

Taken aback, Kuraĝo nodded, returning to her own seat.

Mrs. Zelenskaya took a breath and then continued. “With that in mind, I can only assume you had a great deal of motivation, and some assurance that you would be safe here, for you to come.”

Suddenly, Kuraĝo felt guilty. Here she was, enjoying the luxuries of Tero, while Aŭroro was in prison, experiencing who knew what kind of punishment. The milicanoj had said they wouldn’t hurt her, but Kuraĝo didn’t think she could trust them anymore.

She nodded. “My friend, Aŭroro, was arrested by the Milico. Before they took her, she gave me a data chip. It had information on it; information about Tero. It also contained the coordinates of this city; I think she had a friend here.

The president nodded. “We’d had word that a citizen of the Colony had managed to break through their firewall and contact several citizens of the Federation. We were trying to help her escape, so we sent her those coordinates as well as any information she wanted. It seems we were successful, in a way.”

Kuraĝo shook her head. “Aŭroro and so many others are still up there. You aren’t successful--I’m not successful--until they’re brought safely back home. I was lied to all my life, and I just ate it all up. So did everyone else. They’re imprisoned and they don’t even know it. Aŭroro is actually in prison, where they’re doing who knows what to her.”

President Zelenskaya raised her hands placatingly. “I understand. But up until now, we had know idea what we would be going into. Your friend, Aŭroro, was only in contact with us for a week. She never sent us any schematics or information needed to launch any kind of assault or rescue mission.” She paused. “I don’t suppose you know anything about their defenses?”

Kuraĝo nodded. “Actually, yes. Not everything, of course, but I know where all the large batteries are, as well as the launch bays and Milico barracks. Will that be enough?”

Zelenskaya’s eyes lit up. “Yes! That’s more than we could have hoped for! I can’t issue a declaration of war, but I do have the authority to initiate an operation.”

Kuraĝo stood and looked the president straight in the eyes. “Then I want in.”

Mrs. Zelenskaya raised an eyebrow. “It will be dangerous.”

“So is flying a small spacecraft while being fired at.”

“Fair point. Can you fight?”

“I’m in the Athletics Track. That includes martial arts. I almost never lose. Besides, I need to get to Aŭroro.”

Now the other eyebrow was raised. “She must mean a lot to you.”

Kuraĝo nodded. “She’s everything I have. I can’t just sit around and do nothing.”

“I understand.” Zelenskaya stood. “You have my permission to join the operation.”

They shook hands again. “Thank you, Mrs. Zelenskaya. It means the world to me.”

“You’re welcome. Just try not to get hurt while saving your friend.”

“I’ll…do my best.”

~~~~

It had taken almost a month to plan and organize the operation. In that time, Kuraĝo had channeled her worry and anticipation into training for what was to be part rescue, part invasion. She’d punched, kicked, and wrestled her way through more than a few soldiers and trainers, developed a moderate ability with a firearm, and trained with stun batons. At night, she’d barely been able to sleep as she worried over Aŭroro’s fate.

Now, Kuraĝo was sitting in a transport, surrounded by around fifty other soldiers, rocketing towards Luno. She glanced around and noticed a young man--Seamus--holding a string of beads with a lopsided cross attached, his head bowed and his lips moving quietly.

Curious, she asked, “What’s that?”

He looked up and spoke in his Irish brogue. “My rosary. I’m praying to Saint Michael the archangel to intercede on our behalf with God, so we’ll be protected during battle.”

Seeing her confused expression, he asked, “Do you not follow any god?”

She shook her head. “Religion was seen as a dividing factor on Luno. Worship was prohibited.”

Seamus nodded. “I can see why. Many used to think that the different faiths couldn’t coexist. Now, however, we’ve seen that, like all our differences, this one only makes our new society better and more vibrant.”

Kuraĝo thought for a moment. “I never thought of it that way. I’m not sure I believe in any higher power, but I think I’ll look when we get back.

Seamus smiled. “Well, you’ll always be welcome in my congregation, or any you choose to call home.”

Just then, the transport slowed and began to shake. They had encountered the laser batteries. All around Kuraĝo, soldiers tensed, readying their weapons and clutching their harnesses.

After a few tense minutes, the transport touched down, locking its front onto a section of the colony. The sound of cutting metal screeched through the craft, and then the doors opened. All at once, the harnesses released, and the soldiers poured out, joining the fray.

It was a terrifying rush. Adrenaline coursed through Kuraĝo’s body like never before as she and the others battled their way through the corridors, securing the habitation deck she had once called home. After the milicanoj in the area were all captured or routed, she went with a small squad to secure the prison deck. There was only a single milico on duty.

Kuraĝo pointed her stun gun at the guard. “Open the doors and give me the cell key for Aŭroro Stelo, now!”

“Alright, alright!” The guard slowly moved one hand towards the control panel, then quickly pressed a button and ducked down. Instantly, thick security doors clamped shut in from of Kuraĝo, sealing off the cell block.

Gritting her teeth in frustration and impatience, she took a small, circular device (the soldiers called it a “puck”) out of her pocket, stuck it to the doors, and set it to “Low”. Several thin rods extended out from the puck, then ignited. The laser cutters spun around like a fan before retracting back into the device. Then, the puck struck out with a captive bolt, tipping the cut section forward and launching itself back into Kuraĝo’s hand. She pocketed it, strode towards the stunned guard, and raised the gun.

“Try again.”

He complied. After the doors were open, she left him with one of the others and jogged down the hall, looking for Aŭroro. The other soldiers followed behind. Each cell had a panel with the inmate’s name and crime on it. A surprisingly large number were filled, and many of those had the same crimes as Aŭroro.

More people who saw through the lies, Kuraĝo thought.

At last, she found Aŭroro’s cell. Kuraĝo placed the cell key in the lock and opened the door.

There was Aŭroro, staring at her in shock.

“Kuraĝo? Is that you?”

Kuraĝo thought she might cry. She dropped the gun and rushed forward, picking up Aŭroro in a tight embrace.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m here.”

Aŭroro laughed. “I guess you believed me, huh?”

Kuraĝo lowered her friend to look her in the eye. “Yes! And I came back to rescue you! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Aŭroro assured her. “The worst they did to me was put me through endless hours of ‘education’ and attempted brainwashing. They’re honestly not very good at it. It’s a good thing you arrived when you did, though, or I might have been bored to death. You’re really my knight in shining armor.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll explain it later.” Aŭroro picked up the gun and handed it to Kuraĝo, then grasped her other hand. “For now, I’m just so glad to see you again.”

Kuraĝo smiled. “Me, too.”

Hand in hand, they emerged from the cell and began to walk back, reunited at last, and free to begin their new life.

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2023

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Black Adam (2022)

All the old Knives (2022)

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The Lion King (2019)

The Piano (1993)

Nope (2022)

The Bubble (2022)

Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted (2012)

Project Power (2020)

Paw Patrol: The Movie (2021)

Lady Sings the Blues (1972)

Road House (1989)

The Defiant Ones (1958)

Zombieland: Double Tap (2019)

Mean Streets (1973)

Ball of Fire (1941)

The Recruit (2003)

The Tuskegee Airmen (1995)

Dark Victory (1939)

The Aftermath (2019)

Bright Road (1953)

Encino Man (1992)

Bolt (2008)

To Catch a Thief (1955)

Tootsie (1982)

Judas and the Black Messiah (2021)

Inferno (1980)

Old Dogs (2009)

Look both Ways (2022)

Antwone Fisher (2002)

Witness for the Prosecution (1957)

Kajillionaire (2020)

The Wiz (1978)

Littly Italy (2018)

Menace II Society (1993)

Cops (1922)

Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf (1966)

Those who wish me dead (2021)

Ajvar (2019)

Burning Sands (2017)

Operation Fortune (2023)

Your Place or Mine (2023)

Vivo (2021)

The Age of Adaline (2015)

Luthor: The fallen Sun (2023)

Scent of a Woman (1992)

Boston Strangler (2023)

The Smurfs (2011)

Faraway (2023)

The Sweetest Thing (2002)

Sicario: Day of the Soldado (2018)

The Smurfs 2 (2013)

Monster’s Ball (2001)

John WIck: Chapter 4 (2023)

Fallen (1998)

Outbreak (1995)

Scream (2023)

The Good Nurse (2022)

Fireflies in the Garden (2008)

Before Sunrise (1995)

Crooklyn (1994)

Scream (2022)

Band of Angels (1957)

Kramer vs Kramer (1979)

The 355 (2022)

Old (2021)

Come Sunday (2018)

All my Life (2020)

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)

Hellbound: Hellraiser II (1988)

Hellraiser (2022)

Roman Holiday (1953)

Creed III (2023)

Red Corner (1997)

The Laureate (2021)

Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna (2006)

Red Notice (2021)

Dune (2021)

Sherlock Jr. (1924)

Disclosure (1994)

I killed my Mother (2009)

Next Exit (2022)

Submergence (2017)

In the Heat of the Night (1967)

The Vanishing (1993)

The Color Purple (1985)

The Long Hot Summer (1958)

Transcendence (2014)

Don’t be a Menace to South Central while drinking your Juice in the hood (1996)

Ransom (1996)

Deep Blue Sea (1999)

Cloud Atlas (2012)

The Mother (2023)

Elephant Song (2014)

Gosford Park (2001)

Driving Miss Daisy (1989)

The Girl in the Spider’s Web (2018)

Bride of Frankenstein (1935)

Swordfish (2001)

Moneyball (2011)

Official Secrets (2019)

Death at a Funeral (2010)

Killer Elite (2011)

Out of Africa (1985)

What’s love got to do with it? (1993)

Frankie and Johnny (1991)

The Hustler (1961)

Good Morning, Vietnam (1987)

Seberg (2019)

Escape Room: Tournament of Champions (2021)

Interstellar (2014)

Soul Food (1997)

Wait till dark (1967)

Mo’ Better Blues (1990)

In the Heights (2021)

Ghosted (2023)

Matthias & Maxime (2019)

Sweet Smell of Success (1957)

In the Cut (2003)

The Wood (1999)

Outlaw King (2018)

Donnie Brasco (1997)

Extraction (2023)

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The Illusionist (2006)

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Some like it Hot (1959)

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The Aviator (2004)

Space Jam: A new Legacy (2021)

Clock (2023)

My Girl (1991)

Design for living (1933)

Everything Everywhere all at Once (2022)

Chain Reaction (1996)

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Before Sunset (2004)

The Jackal (1997)

A Journal for Jordan (2021)

Candyman (2021)

Tequila Sunrise (1988)

Midnight (1934)

The Deer Hunter (1978)

Our Hospitality (1923)

Miami Vice (2006)

The Perfect Find (2023)

Just Cause (1995)

Glengarry Glen Ross (1992)

Our Brand is Crisis (2015)

Notorious (1946)

Crush (2022)

Striptease (1996)

Don’t worry Darling (2022)

The Lion in Winter (1968)

The Constant Gardener (2005)

Ben Hur (1959)

Deliver us from Eva (2003)

Fast X (2023)

Strange days (1995)

8mm (1999)

The Woman in the Window (2021)

Guys and Dolls (1955)

Sister Act (1992)

The Visitor (2022)

Dead Again (1991)

Spellbound (1945)

Air (2023)

Indiana Jones and the last Crusade (1989)

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…and Justice for All (1979)

Honk for Jesus. Save your Soul (2022)

A Fish called Wanda (1988)

The Nutcracker and the four realms (2018)

Boogie Nights (1997)

Venom: Let there be Carnage (2021)

Bird Box: Barcelona (2023)

Hush…Hush Sweet Charlotte (1964)

Rumble in the Bronx (1995)

They cloned Tyrone (2023)

Once upon a time in America (1984)

The Wild One (1953)

Something New (2006)

Dying Young (1991)

Death Takes a Holiday (1934)

Me Myself and Irene (2000)

Friday Foster (1975)

One day (2011)

A good Year (2006)

Varsity Blues (1999)

High Noon (1952)

Men in Black 3 (2012)

Friday (1995)

Strait- Jacket (1964)

Step Up (2006)

Air Force One (1997)

Big Business (1988)

Breaking (2022)

Barbie (2023)

He who gets slapped (1924)

Near Dark (1987)

How Stella got her Groove back (1998)

The Joneses (2009)

Stardust (2007)

Heartburn (1986)

Mildred Pierce (1945)

Paid in Full (2002)

Awakenings (1990)

The Philadelphia Story (1940)

Serpico (1973)

Amsterdam (2022)

Tom and Huck (1995)

Emancipation (2022)

Mademoiselle Ange -Ein Engel auf Erden (1959)

The Ninth Gate (1999)

No Sudden Move (2021)

The Rite (2011)

Her (2013)

King Rat (1965)

Labyrinth (1986)

Too Young to Die? (1990)

42 (2013)

One Night in Miami (2020)

That Thing you do (1996)

Lilies of the Field (1963)

Me before you (2016)

He got Game (1998)

Life as a House (2001)

Bhowani Junction (1956)

Pretty in Pink (1986)

Antebellum (2020)

Wild Things (1998)

Shadow in the Cloud (2020)

Fled (1996)

The Batman (2022)

No Time to Die (2021)

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958)

Vampire’s Kiss (1988)

Conspiracy Theory (1997)

Red, White and Royal Blue (2023)

The Long Kiss Goodnight (1996)

The Postman (1997)

Enemy at the Gates (2001)

Out West (1918)

The Age of Innocence (1993)

Spider-Man: No way Home (2021)

Masquerade (1988)

Fair Play (2023)

Harlem Nights (1989)

Das Cabinet des Dr Caligari (1920)

Knock at the Cabin (2023)

The Pope’s Exorcist (2023)

Swing Time (1936)

Angels & Demons (2009)

The Dictator (2012)

Best Christmas Ever (2023)

Istanbul Için Son Çagri (Last call for Istanbul) (2023)

The Negotiator (1998)

Cuvari Formule (2023)

The Lady Eve (1941)

Family Switch (2023)

Shall we dance (1937)

Leave the World behind (2023)

The Killer (2023)

The Burial (2023)

Dead Presidents (1995)

Brothers (2009)

My Summer of Love (2004)

Oppenheimer (2023)

Rebel Moon: A Child of Fire - Part 1 (2023)

[mantasalyresort]

Top Three Wildlife Experience To Never Miss In Madagascar

The entire African continent has been the first love of animal lovers and those wishing to experience raw nature and wildlife to its best. This is something that we can associate with Madagascar, a country located on the eastern coast of the African Continent because this land too has been blessed by a huge variety of wild life. To experience it to its best, two things are required and one of them is an accommodation in Diego Suarez or Madagascar itself and second is information on the kind of wildlife found in this country. Here in this blog post, we will focus on the second one and make an attempt to familiarise you with some of the most unique animals found on this land.

Fossa

After an accommodation in Madagascar, if you will witness this animal, the first thing you will notice is its car like appearance. However, the face is that this is the largest of the mongoose family present on this land and they are very sleek predators. They can weigh up to 26 pounds and grow up to six feet. They dominate the forests of this country with their retractable claws and sharp teeth and lemur is the favourite prey.

Malagasy Leaf-Nosed Snakes

Experts of hotel accommodation Madagascar say that these snakes can be easily identified by their flat, leaf-shaped heads and their maximum length is 3 feet. They are not harmful for humans, but yes, they are intimidating and they are mostly found consuming lizards and other similar animals in their prey.

Tomato Frogs

According to those offering an accommodation in Diego Suarez, these frogs are either of red colour or very dark orange that look very similar to red. Female tomato frogs have brighter colourcast as compared to males and they are also not harmful for humans at all. These tomato frogs fend off predators by secreting poisonous mucus through its pores.

[nathandrakeisabottom]

By your one and only top gamer-girl, nathandrakeisabottom. :)

⭑ - my personal favorites!

THE BIG BOYS: (6k+)

⭑ Mommy - Nathan x S/I (3rd POV) x Sam

If you're going to read any of my fics, this is the one to read. Yes, it's an S/I fic, easily the most personal thing I've ever written, but trust me, this is the one you can not miss. DVP, porn with lots of feelings, breeding kink, mommy kink, 12k words long (yes, really).

⭑ What You Really Want - Nathan x Reader x Sam

The 8k Drake Brothers threesome of your dreams. Porn with feelings, sharing a sleeping bag, wet dreams, cunnilingus, double penetration, lots of kissing.

⭑ Pretty Boy Down - Nathan x Reader

Nathan Drake's first time getting pegged. Pegging, rimming, light slapping, role-playing. The original reason I made this blog.

⭑ Saving Horses - Sam x Reader

On a quiet beach in Madagascar, you ride Sam and try your best to teach him that he doesn't need to fight anymore: with mixed results. Gentle femdom, trauma, switches being switches.

THE ONE SHOTS: (2k+)

⭑ Making it Better - Nathan x Reader

In a motel room in Buenos Aires, Nate holds you in his arms and tells you how he got his scars. Rated T after first couple paragraphs. 2:19 in this SNL sketch.

Imprisoned, Impressioned - Nathan x Reader

As a guard, you probably shouldn't be hooking up with your prisoners. Unfortunately, one pretty boy exception eludes your every rule. Rimming, femdom, bondage.

Whiplash - Nathan x Reader

Nathan Drake “takes care of you” after a panic attack. Public sex, cunnilingus, riding Nathan's face and him being super into it. :)

Hidden in the Tall Grass - Sam x Reader

Sam forces you to go down on him after a stressful battle. If I had to write that, you have to read it. Public sex, deep-throating, wearing his sherpa jacket.

In the Waters of Peru - Nathan x Reader

You try to convince yourself you're not in love with Nathan Drake and fail miserably. Skinny dipping (!), friends to lovers, desperate pining. SFW.

When Sunlight Hits - Nathan x Reader

Tender, exploratory flirting in an estate in Italy. Playing chicken for confessions, and you never lose a game you start. SFW.

THE MOVIE POPCORN: (Headcanons)

Nathan Drake NSFW Alphabet - Nathan x Reader

My first attempt to monopolize the Nathan Drake x reader tag. Public sex, bondage, oral, masturbation, sex toys, femdom, butt stuff. :)

Sam Drake NSFW Alphabet - Sam x Reader

Includes Sam's sexy playlist for your listening pleasure. Daddy kink, public sex, wax, oral, masturbation, stinky man has fat cock.

Nathan Drake Domestic Headcanons - Nathan x Reader

What happens when the smoke-stained henleys come off and the novelty aprons come on? A day in the life of everyone's dream house husband.

Uncharted Characters as Pot Smokers - Nathan x Reader, Sam x Reader

I would sell my soul to smoke weed with these guys. And then kiss them on the mouth. So I wrote about it for a while. This is the result.

REQUESTS:

Receiving Oral Headcanons - Nathan x Reader

Taking Care of Wounded Nate - Nathan x Reader

Drake Brothers with an Anxious S/O - Nathan x Reader, Sam x Reader

Eating/Favorite Food Headcanons - Sam Drake

Nathan with an S/O Afraid of Heights - Nathan x Reader

EXTRANEOUS: (Not these fucking things)

Uncharted 4 Deleted Scene - (Tatianna vs Raven)

When I first played UC4, you know what I said?

"This is JUST like Ru Paul's Drag Race."

Another Uncharted 4 Deleted Scene - (Aja vs Valentina)

Nevermind, I take it back. RPDR is JUST like UC4.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Something Held | Feeding Habits Update #8

Hi all!

Not me not realizing it’s been 3 months since I posted a Feeding Habits update hahahahahaha. Today let’s chat chapter nine, SOMETHING HELD. This also marks the last chapter in Harrison’s POV so prepare to say goodbye to this icon!  TW: body horror, mental illness, trauma

Just a reminder: This is my original work and plagiarism of any form will not be tolerated.

Scene outline, excerpts & a little reflection on making difficult decisions that my not particularly benefit the book but benefit you as the writer under the cut because this update is GIGANTIC.

General taglist (please ask to be added or removed):

@if-one-of-us-falls, @qatarcookie, @chloeswords, @alicewestwater, @laughtracksonata, @shylawrites, @ev–writes, @jaydewritesfiction, @jennawritesstories @eowynandfaramir, @august-iswriting​, @aetherwrites​

Scene Breakdown

Scene A:

It has been two weeks since Lonan found Harrison at his shared apartment with Suzanna and things are getting strange. Lonan and Suz are getting closer, Harrison is getting more distant and slowly losing it. One morning, Harrison wakes hearing Lonan and Suz’s laughter, and crawls to the kitchen to investigate. When he reaches them, Suz is evening out Lonan’s hacked haircut and they’re both sobbing.

Scene B:

Shortly after this bizarre encounter, Suzanna steps out of the apartment for a breather because her son is sort of terrifying her! So Lonan and Harrison double-team to clean up Lonan’s hair shavings. Harrison begins eating the hair while Lonan stares and they have a conversation about the state of their friendship.

Scene Ba:

This scene is gross and confusing! More hair is ingested. My god.

Scene Bb:

After the above ordeal, both boys rinse off because they’ve been rolling?? around?? in??? hair?? but also?? things don’t stop being a little gross

Scene C:

An air of calm finally settles over the apartment. Lonan brews earl grey tea for him and Harrison to share and Harrison asks if he abandoned Lonan in the final chapter of Moth Work. Lonan doesn’t really answer this question so Harrison continues on his confused, but finally lucid (one-sided) conversation, admitting he understands he burdens his mother, who still has not returned. They circle back to the question of abandonment and Lonan answers Harrison the way he wants to be answered (yes), and this is a moment of freeing, where he feels some sort of responsibility in this irresponsible new life he’s led in NYC. They sort of agree to be friends again.

Scene D:

The boys head into the city to find Suzanna, heading to a bakery near the Hudson River. Lonan drives in his used car, a strange experience since Harrison has not seen him drive in years. Taking the opportunity, he searches through the car and finds a map in the glove compartment. The map is erratically scribbled over and it takes him to moment to realize this is Lonan’s map and the first indication that Lonan, who he has assumed is this stable, perfect person, is not as unscathed as he seems.

The boys pass the waterfront and Lonan nearly crashes the car into an oncoming truck. Harrison regains control of the vehicle tucking them into a side street. Shaken, Lonan apologizes for the mess he’s created both physically from his nosebleed and between Harrison and his mother, which gets Harrison a little antsy because he doesn’t like the suggestion that he’s going to leave. Lonan clarifies, stating he won’t if that’s what Harrison wants.

Scene E:

Later, everyone is back at home and Harrison wakes up to a Lonan-less bed. He gets up to investigate the strange dripping coming from the bathroom and opens the door to find Lonan precariously teetering over a sink filled with water. Harrison, concerned, moves him away and tries to ask why Lonan is presumably going underwater, but doesn’t push. They both stand on opposite sides of the bathroom until the sun rises.

My process:

Honestly, writing this chapter was a huge up and down. The first half of it came much easier to me, but the rest was a literal hellfire to get through. I think I was incredibly fatigued with writing in Harrison’s POV as I’d been writing it since June (I finished this chapter in either December or January). This book has been a pain in the ass to write despite me liking what it is, and I really think it being the only place I’ve physically “gone” since the pandemic makes it even harder to write. I felt claustrophobic in Harrison’s POV since I’ve been writing it for half a year, and in a lil ~breakdown~ my beautiful sister reminded me of something she’d previously told me, “it's not about what works, it's about what you want”.

Let’s chat about this for a sec! I think I was watching a Harmony Nice video on her “hard-to-swallow” self-care, and she basically outline (I’m paraphrasing here) that it’s critical we care for ourselves in ways that might not necessarily be easy to do. Honestly, leaving Harrison’s POV is one of those hard-to-swallow self-care things I literally had to do because my mental health was not happy with me! Y’all know my boys are very close to me, and I’m not picking favourites but Lonan is 2500 times easier for me to write with at the moment. I think Harrison’s situation and how he deals with it is much too similar to mine but in a way that is difficult to place (Lonan and I are unfortunately similar but in a way that is easier for me to understand about myself!). From the beginning of writing his POV I’ve been in Struggleville, but kept pushing through hoping the next chapter would be “the one”. Not to burst my own bubble but there is no such thing in the state of mind I was in! I was pushing myself to find something that doesn’t exist because my brain was really not equipped to do what I needed it to do. I really, really did not want to quit on Harrison’s POV, but I had to, not because I don’t like him (he’s my baby) but because I needed a moment to myself. I felt way too seen in ways I don’t really know how to address in myself, so writing him was horribly frustrating at all times (my fault, not his).

My characters really do live in my head rent-free lol. They live in there! They take up space! They take up energy! They take up concentration, and resources I need for myself! Empathy is so integral to my process, that I give a little part of myself in everything I write. This is a blessing because I really get to dig my heels into the mind of another person, but a curse because I’m not a machine (and sometimes I forget that). It is a lot of emotional energy and labour to give everything you have to fictional people. I don’t think an artist needs to be tortured to create good art (this is not it!) but I never truly practiced this well? In my attempt to be empathetic, I was torturing myself a little bit, not going to lie!

So to combat this, I decided I needed a change. Hence, this chapter is imperfect and probably needs some stuff added to it, and while I’ve only written little of Lonan’s second POV, I’m feeling a lot better! It’s nice to get “outside” in a different place lmao this is so sad (pandemic writing things).

Excerpts:

I wrote the beginning of this in a livestream I hosted on my YouTube channel! There’s also a shoutout here to my dragon tree Lisa <3 miss u boo

Two weeks go by. Lonan sleeps on the couch. Harrison wakes up at dawn—no earlier, no later. Suzanna buys a plant: a Madagascar dragon tree she names Lisa. June grows into the collar. Lonan plays sudoku in the newspaper. Harrison learns to bake focaccia, gluten-free, whole wheat. Suzanna learns to palm read, tells Lonan he’s experienced great betrayal (they stop the reading immediately; Lonan goes back to the newspapers). Harrison begins burning incense at sunrise—frankincense. The dragon tree nearly dies (Lonan saves it). It rains every weekday that contains the letter T. Lonan shifts stacks of soggy newspapers onto the breakfast table, answers crosswords with the help of Suzanna (four across, nine letters, Something held). Harrison burns a baguette. Suzanna buys a hanging basket of pothos. The power goes out for two days and the icebox floods the kitchen tile (Lonan mops it with old newspapers, the ink running like jellyfish). June barks for the first time. Harrison eats a bundle of dried bay leaves. Suzanna waters the plants with rainwater, icewater, wrung into a coffee tin. Harrison leaves the stove on while sautéing shallots (he eats them whole). Lonan wakes up feverish and fills out four newspaper crosswords, then falls asleep on the coffee table. Suzanna moulds panna cotta in coffee mugs and shares the batch with Lonan when they won’t tip out. Lonan teaches her how to propagate the pothos and soon they have twenty empty cans of cuttings poking from the windowsills. They rearrange the furniture, the couch facing the kitchen instead of the TV, the dining table right outside the bathroom, then put it all back the next day. They birdwatch from the tiny window with binoculars and a magnifying glass. They sort coupons. Whittle soaps. Watch Norwegian films without the subtitles. Discuss cliff diving. Make matching anklets (blue beads, elastic string, the plastic clacking how Harrison knows they’re coming). All of this they do as Harrison lies on his bed for two weeks, counting the corners of his ceiling and trying to determine a way to multiply them telepathically.

This is the very next paragraph!

At first he assumes they’re laughing. The sun nearly rising between other high rises, blotting his room with dawn. This is not a surprise. They are probably making pancakes out of buckwheat and discussing the hilarity of whole grains. They are probably laughing at store-bought cherry preserves. Too sour. Their cheeks puckered. But then the laughs get louder, and the sun rises higher and it’s not laughing at all, but gasping.

Here’s Harrison crawling!! is this straight out of the exorcist probably!

Harrison’s instinct is to crawl. As if his smallness against the ground will stop anyone from hearing him, even before he unlocks his door. On hands and knees he shuffles from his bed to his doorframe, edges the door open with his shoulder. On hands and knees he hikes through the hallway, the gasping getting louder, shuffling until he sees them. Lonan sitting on one of the kitchen stools, a grocery bag wound around his throat. Suzanna clacking scissors in two hands so their blades ping in the sun. Her fingers loped around his hair, knuckle-deep, the blades snipping, the gasps growing, them both sobbing, the hair falling, the sun stalking, their bodies rocking. Harrison takes it in from his crawl. Experiences it all on his knees.

So this excerpt seems really you know, normal:

They clean up the hair. Harrison with the dustpan, Lonan with the broom. Harrison still kneels. Lonan still cries. The only thing that has changed since crawling into the kitchen is that Suzanna is taking a walk around the apartment complex. She needs air. Room. If she cries long enough, a cigarette. So Lonan sweeps. Harrison collects. This repeats.

The kitchen smells of nutmeg. Freshly grated from a whole club over espresso, Harrison imagines. He smells this as he tracks Lonan with the dustpan, hovering its open belly for clippings of hair. And Lonan is so compliant, brushes cuttings of himself onto the plastic surface so Harrison can trash it. As Harrison looks on from his knees, Lonan diffuses in sunlight, the window illuminating only his edges. A body so familiar Harrison knows exactly where it flares with light or absorbs it. A body with skin like mulberry silk. A body he could recreate in charcoal with his eyes closed. His archangel translucent and luminescing.

Skip this excerpt if you don’t want to read about Harrison eating hair!! i’m sorry!

Harrison picks a bundle of fallen hair from the dustpan. It’s airy from being recently shampooed, smells faintly of pear, maybe even ginger. This hair, touched by a woman, or a few women, and cut by one, or a few, in different contexts. Eliza’s hands deveining the roots, and then Suzanna’s, trying to fix them. So Harrison eats it. That bundle like a toothpicked cube of cheese. He puts it in his mouth and swallows.

Lonan watches like he’s unconcerned. He watches this feral animal—Harrison must be something feral, starved of something and ravaged by that hunger. Chewing mouthfuls of hair like that will quell of him of what is missing, if there even is anything missing, something unidentifiable in this bland circuit of New York City, this time-loop of sonhood, this fresh start a dousing of flatness. As Harrison eats, he understands he consumes that something like it’s holy communion, reuniting with that something by absorbing it. And still, that hunger moves him, from finishing the dustpan of hair, and closer to Lonan.

“Do you think I’m a bad friend?” Harrison asks, wringing the corner of his lips clean from loose hairs. From this perspective, Harrison on his knees collecting hair, Lonan’s eyes look bluer. Maybe their saturation has nothing to do with the angle, but Harrison feels this is true; his eyes are so crystalline, they are temptingly edible. Like two plump blueberries. Or a matching set of clear glass marbles. Harrison swallows. He repeats, “Do you think I’m a bad friend?”

Lonan swallows, adjusts his grip on the broom. “We’d have to be friends for me to answer that.”

“Aren’t we?”

And here’s the rest of this scene!

“You’re my mother’s friend,” Harrison says. “She trusts you.” He crawls closer to Lonan. “You’ve got secrets. Rituals. Tell me her favourite finger-food and who she wants to marry.”

“I don’t know your mother that well.”

Harrison wraps a handle around Lonan’s ankle. A muscle there jumps like a dolphin breaching the water. He’s memorized this plane of skin, could rebuild it from single grains of sand while blindfolded. He furls his hands across its surface, unfurls.

“You garden with her,” Harrison says. “You share a plate for dessert.”

“She’s kind to me.”

“You cook her breakfast.” Harrison tugs on Lonan’s ankle, knowing it won’t raze him, knowing he’ll come down anyway. “You know the exact temperature she drinks her coffee down to the last digit.”

“I’m trying to be hospitable.”

“You’re trying to be a son.”

Lonan kneels. Crouching so they’re huddled over each other, so it’s nearly impossible to distinguish one body from the other, which one sinks, which one rises.

“My mother’s only got one son to live with,” Harrison says, his voice thin from a clogged throat. He reaches for Lonan’s scalp, scrapes a line down the centre, now an even plane of cropped hair. “And it isn’t me.”

“You’re unstable,” Lonan says, burrowing his face either into a cabinet or Harrison’s shoulder—neither can tell. “You won’t let yourself have friends.”

Farther, toward the tile they go, a pile of hair scattering. “My mother wants me to forgive you by replacing me with you.”

“She’s grieving,” Lonan says.

Harrison loses his hands. He doesn’t know where they disappear to, if he touches skin or tile. “I haven’t died,” he says. Skin or tile. Skin or tile.

Here’s an excerpt from scene C ft. this memoir bit from the time I was shocked that this university I visited had real FANCY teabags:

Lonan brews tea. Earl grey, from a tin. Harrison doesn’t know why he expects it to come from a bag. An individual paper sachet, or if he’s lucky, one of those fancy ones woven from nylon. But it’s from a tin. Two teaspoons into the bottom of a single mug they pass back and forth, wordless at the kitchen table. Strung in the bathroom, Harrison’s t-shirt hang-dries, nearly figure-like, an unfilled phantom. He tugs a throw around his shoulders and stares at his hands. Each crest of cuticle. Each bulb of knuckle. Each maze of fingerprints.

He is material. This is fact. Not just outlines. He’s got skin that goes pinkish when pinched, a pulse that juts from his wrist, two eyes that burn at the scent of lavender, ten fingers. But as he holds his hands up, studying them in the faint moonlight, it is difficult to believe his tangibility. In the city, he has lived as a haze. Fogging over grocery stores, eateries, nondescript. Fresh start has always implied an air of zest, a zing that should have fueled him to plant roots in this restart. But Harrison is rotten, aphid infected, overwatered, underwatered, then not watered at all. He flexes his fingers. He pops the joints. He tries to press his pinkie to the back of his hand. But none of this brings him back to himself. His hands continue feeling like someone else’s. His body invisibly marred in some way he can’t reverse, disconnected in retaliation.

Harrison reflecting on his relationship with his mother:

Suzanna has never left him alone this long, and to her detriment. He imagines her now, living the life she always should’ve lived, the life she lived before he crosscut his way to her most important thing. She’s probably at a salon, having her hair twirled with a round brush, making dinner reservations at some place always too expensive for two (extra points if it has a French name, more if she has to wait a half hour before getting a table). When she talks to her stylist, she doesn’t mention a son, but plans to travel up the west coast, all the way into Canada if she’s feeling adventurous. She’ll buy crime novels she’ll never read at duty-free, reapply a lipstick that cost her a paycheck in the reflection of a hand-dryer. After the salon, she’ll meet a woman at a wine bar, converse about children, and still not mention a son. Suzanna’s singleness will be a celebration.

The boys finally trucing it out <3

When Harrison finally opens his eyes, Lonan is staring at him. His eyes two reels of the Pacific. They cycle in blue. So much of him has changed, and yet he is still the same. Beyond the haircut, Lonan isn’t that much different. He can’t be much different. But as Harrison searches, splaying his palm on the wet table, he knows this is untrue. Lonan is hollower than he was last summer. A little more haunted. They have this in common, then.

“Can we be friends?” Harrison asks. With his pinkie, he finds himself writing against the damp table just as he did Lonan’s scalp not too long ago. Lonan’s gaze follows each loop of each letter, Harrison’s steady left hand.

Lonan is consumed studying what Harrison has written, where each letter connects in near-cursive scrawl. After a moment, he nods, once, twice, and then reverts to staring at the table’s new inscription. On its surface are two words: something held.

The boys in the car like old times <3

Lonan drives. This is strange because Harrison has not seen Lonan drive a car in over a year. Usually, Harrison takes the wheel, but tonight he guides them through the city, in search of Suzanna. His car is clean. This isn’t unexpected. A cherry-coloured hatchback that rattles whenever he makes a left turn. It smells vaguely of cotton air-freshener and the undercurrent of cigarettes.

“You still smoke?” Harrison pokes at the plastic nob for the radio, and it crackles to life. Synth and electric guitar pulse in 4/4 time.

“I bought it used.”

They’ve agreed to get to know one another while they search for Suzanna. Another restart, some attempt at an honest hour. As Lonan changes lanes, Harrison pokes open the car’s glove compartment. A tin of nicotine gum falls on the mat. A hot pink feather pokes from underneath the driver’s manual. Harrison hauls out both, runs the feather along the gum tin, then the back of his hand, and then Lonan’s cheek. When that rouses nothing, he unlocks the tin and removes a slit of gum. Right as he’s about to pop it in his mouth, Lonan says, “I wouldn’t eat that.”

“Why?” Harrison asks. “Did you lace it?”

“Like I said, I bought the car used.”

Harrison puts the gum back, and then the feather. He sticks his hand farther into the glove compartment, feels around until he drags out a map of the state, bilgy and half torn. He unfolds it, careful to avoid the rips, and flattens it against the dashboard. Almost immediately, it wilts against the cold, faded from time in the sun. It’s been marked up. Half with pencil, half with a red ballpoint pen. After a few minutes, Harrison understands the previous owner’s route. Or at least he does at first. Following the red pen arrows, they started at Long Island, then reached Manhattan. Then a much longer arrow takes him from Manhattan to Geneva, and then Buffalo. And then the red pen circles, once, twice, three times, four times, and what is in the centre doesn’t even have a city name. What it does say is HELP, in all-caps, each letter then melting into an illegible scrawl. Harrison sees bits of words: Luke, woe, hands, clay, guard, stray, each wobbly and disappearing into the other, becoming cities of their own, destroying others. He tries to understand the route, but the farther he pours over the map, recircling each line with his finger, the more lost he gets in the ink.

“Is this your map?” Harrison asks. There is no proof that it is. Even the handwriting is all wrong. Ragged. Confused. Desperate. Not like Lonan’s careful, hesitant print.

“Like I said, I bought the car used.”

“But is it your map?” Harrison asks again. Gently, he creases the paper and then slots it back into the glove compartment. Outside, they pass three convenience stores in a row, a flock of couples emerging from a bowling alley, tipsy and cradling leftover deep dish pizzas and mozzarella sticks. They pass two more convenience stores before Lonan finally answers.

“I was confused,” he says.

“This is more than confused,” Harrison says. “It’s disturbed.”

“I’m not disturbed.”

“But something is wrong with you.”

Lonan slows at a crosswalk. A group of teenaged girls whisk by in glitter and lip gloss.

“Yes,” he says.

This is Harrison trying to stop Lonan’s nosebleed after their bizarre swerve which I think is kind of <3 tendy <3

Harrison reaches for him. One hand on the back of his neck, and the other reared toward the red stream. His touch is tactful, so faint his fingerprints wouldn’t even be left behind, but still, the dabbing with his jacket’s hem is enough to redirect the blood’s flow from Lonan’s upper lip to the cuff of leather. The radio is still on, garbled like an unmassing of crepe paper lanterns.

This is the final excerpt for this update that takes us to the very end of the chapter! Harrison has just found Lonan supposedly head-first in the sink and though he asks at first why he is doing that, takes an alternate approach as the chapter closes:

Harrison gets up, his knees popping like gnawed bubble gum. He decides he will handle Lonan at a distance, if he chooses to handle him at all. Like a timid pet owner trying to tame their suddenly-rabid yorkie. Like a friend not trying to tip the full glass. To let its contents film at its surface, but never spill.

Somewhere in the apartment, Suzanna probably listens to them. If Harrison didn’t know her better, he’d imagine her pressed neatly against the door, waiting to hear the shuffle of their bodies or the tang of an argument. Instead, he imagines her at the kitchen table, gripping a glass of water for so long, half of it evaporates.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Harrison says, stepping back until his spine hits the counter’s lip. He curls his fingers under the granite. Looks toward the window, now a faint periwinkle. Lonan heaves. His fingers caging his face, an animal restrained. They stand there until the sun rises.

So that’s it for this gigantic update! I have like four short stories to update you on so I hope to be back soon!

—Rachel

[castrateurfate]

Alright, guys.

Here's a list of the DVDs in my room.

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13 Assassins

2001: A Space Odyssey

300

47 Ronin

8 Mile

A Fistful of Dollars

AVP2: Requiem

Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter

Account Rendered

Adaptation

Afro Samurai: The Complete Murder Sessions

Airplane!

Akira

Alien vs. Predator

Alley Cats

Amadeus

Amelie

Anastasia

Arachnophobia

Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery

Back To The Future

Barry Lyndon

Batman

Batman Ninja

Batman TAS: Secrets of The Caped Crusaders

Batman TAS: Tales Of The Dark Knight

Batman: Gotham by Gaslight

Batman: Mask of The Phantasm

Battle Royale

Beetlejuice

Being John Malkovich

Ben-Hur

Big Eyes

Big Fish

Big Time Rush: Halfway There

Bill

Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey

Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure

Birdman: (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

Black Dynamite

Black Mama White Mama

Black Swan

Blackkklansman

Blade Runner: The Director's Cut

Blazing Saddles

Bonnie and Clyde

Boogeyman

Bowling For Columbine

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Breaking Bad

Breaking Glass

Brexit: The Uncivil War

Brokeback Mountain

Bubba Ho-Tep

Bugsy Malone

Bula Quo

Capitalism: A Love Story

Capote

Casablanca

Chicago

Children of Men

Churchill: The Hollywood Years

Citizen Kane

Clash Of The Titans

Clash of The Titans

Cleopatra Jones

Cloud Atlas

Clueless

Coffy

Commando

Conan The Barbarian

Control

Coraline

Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon

Curse of The Golden Flower

David Brent: Life On The Road

Dazed And Confused

Deadpool

Deadpool 2

Death Note

Death Proof

Demolition Man

Descendants

Dirty Harry

Django Unchained

Doctor Zhivago

Dodgeball

Dog Soldiers

Double Indemnity

Dowton Abbey: Series One

Dr Strangelove Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb

Dr Suess' How The Grinch Stole Christmas

Dr. No

Drunken Angel

Drunken Master

E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial

Ed Wood

Edward Scissorhands

Elfie Hopkins

Escape Plan

Evil Dead

Evolution

Extras: The Complete First Series

Fahrenheit 9/11

Falling Down

Fame

Family Guy Presents: Blue Harvest

Family Guy: Season Nine

Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Finding Netherland

Flashdance

Footloose

Forrest Gump

Forrest Warriors

Foxy Brown

From Dusk Till Dawn

From Dusk Till Dawn 2: Texas Blood Money

From Dusk Till Dawn 3: The Hangman's Daughter

From Here to Eternity

Frost/Nixon

Frozen

Funny Face

Gatsby

Ghost Dog: The Way if The Samurai

Ghost In The Shell

Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Vol. 1

Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Vol. 2

Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Vol. 5

Ghostwatch

Gnomeo & Juliet

Godzilla

Gone With The Wind

Grave of The Fireflies

Gremlins

Groundhog Day

Hail, Caesar

Happy Gilmore

Harry Hill's TV Burp Gold

Harry Hill's TV Burp Gold 2

Harry Potter And The Order of The Phoenix

Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone

Hero

Hideo Nakata's Dark Water

High and Low

Highlander

History: Poltergeists

History: Spontaneous Human Combustion

History: Vampires

Hobo With a Shotgun

Horrible Histories: Series One

Hot Fuzz

Hot Rod

House of Flying Daggers

I Know What You Did Last Summer

I, Tonya

Ice Age 2: The Meltdown

In Bruges

Inglorious Basterds

Insomnia

Iron Man

Isle of Dogs

JFK

Jackie Brown

Jaws

Johnny English

Joker

Julie & Julia

Jumanji

Jurassic Park

Kick-Ass

Kick-Ass 2

Kill Bill Volume 1

Kill Bill Volume 2

King Kong vs. Godzilla

Kingsman: The Secret Service

LEGO Batman: The Movie (DC Super Heroes Unite)

LEGO Star Wars: The Yoda Chronicles

Labyrinth

Lady Vengeance

Last Action Hero

Lawrence of Arabia

Legends of The Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole

Leon: The Professional

Les Miserables: In Concert (The 25th Anniversary)

Let The Right One In

Life of Pi

Limitless

Lost In Translation

Loving Vincent

Macbeth

Mad Max

Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted

Marvel's Original Spiderman: Season 3 Vol. 1

Mean Girls

Megamind

Memoirs of a Geisha

Metropolis

Michael Jackson: Moon Walker

Miller's Crossing

Miranda Hart: My, What I Call, Live Show

Monster House

Monster in Paris

Monty Python and The Holy Grail

Monty Python's Life of Brian

Moulin Rouge

Mrs. Brown's Boys: Season One

Mulan

Mulan 2

My Week With Marilyn

Mythbusters: Season 1

Napoleon Dynamite

Naruto Shippuden: Box Set 1

Naruto Shippuden: Box Set 2

Nausicaä of The Valley of The Wind

Night of The Living Dead

Ninja Turtles: The Next Mutation Vol. 1

Ninja Turtles: The Next Mutation Vol. 3

No Country for Old Men

North by Northwest

O Brother Where Art Thou?

Oldboy

Once Upon a Time... In Hollywood

One Hour Photo

Open Season 2

Osama

Pan's Labyrinth

Paper Towns

Parasite

Paris When It Sizzles

Patton

Persepolis

Pleasantvile

Pokémon The Movie: Hoopa And The Clash of Ages

Pokémon: 4 Ever

Precious

Predator

Psycho

Pulp Fiction

Pumpkin Scissors

Rain Man

Rare Exports

Red Riding Hood

Reefer Madness

Requiem For A Dream

Reservoir Dogs

[finchbeak]

Quito Day 1

I have not had butterflies about travel since November 2004. My first trip out of the country. To Paris. Since that trip nearly 17 (!!!) years ago, I traveled all over the world, largely by myself, without a care (Russian visa anxiety notwithstanding).

My last trip out of the country was in July 2019 - the last entries on this blog - to Madagascar. I was supposed to go to Paris in December of that year, but Gus having tumors all over his insides made me cancel the trip. My next international trip was scheduled for March 2020. To Beijing.

I blame myself for the panny.

I had hopes during the pandemic. That it wouldn’t be so bad. That it would clear up in a few weeks. A few months. By winter. And I booked (and then canceled) my trips. So when I finally got that sweet, sweet second dose of Moderna? I was on the Delta website planning my next adventure.

I knew I was not going to feel safe with a trip to a big city where I would go from restaurant to restaurant to shop to shop to museum to museum. I needed Madagascar redux. Galapagos was the obvious choice.

I’d been wanting to travel here for years, but, as a solo traveler, it was even more cost prohibitive than my usual solo trip. Very few boats in the Galapagos had single berths available for booking. If I wanted to go, I would have to pay double.

Then I found Solaris (http://www.yachtsolaris.com). Built in 2019, it has 5(!!!) single berth cabins. I booked the last one - at a 45% discount. I rounded out the trip with two days in Quito and 4 days in the Andean cloud forest. So here I am. In Quito. SItting in the lobby of my hotel, which is also one of the oldest residential buildings in the city, sipping Chilean wine, and composing this entry.

Getting here went smoothly, but I was so wired and full of butterflies the night before my departure I barely slept. I was a wreck. Packing? Not my finest attempt. Preparations? Non-existent. I arrived in Quito with no plans, expectations, or a base knowledge of the city.

I was also the youngest person in first class on the Atlanta to Quito leg of my trip. Every single person was decked out in their “adventure trip” clothing. All of them 55+. I apparently travel like a retiree. No wonder I am single.

We land. Passport control and customs are a breeze. I hail a taxi, get to my hotel, discover the toilet is beyond repair, and get a new room. But the hotel is super cute, the location is great, and the staff has been unbelievably helpful.

A quick sidestep into Covid: Everyone wears a mask. Inside. Outside. I wandered my way into a super crowded area of the city and felt fine - because, yeah, I was in a crush of people, but every single one of them had a mask on. And none of this shit Americans pull with the mask below their nose. Some of their precautions are not necessary (my hands get sprayed with alcohol everytime I enter a shop or restaurant) but I would much rather have overkill.

I woke up this morning (I missed desayuna), stepped out of the hotel, and walked. This is what I do. I walk.

Quito is adorable. I am staying in the heart of the colonial center, built on top of an ancient Incan city, and filled with 16th and 17th century architecture. It is a Unesco World Heritage Site for reasons. I didn’t go into the many, many churches because today is Sunday and services were happening, but I marveled from the outside and was happy enough walking the cobbled streets, just taking everything in.

Twenty minutes into my wanderings an Ecuadorian Rock Pigeon shat on me. My head. My shirt. My jacket.

Yeah.

I wiped myself off with the hand sanitizer wipes I had put in my bag and tried to continue on. But my clothes SMELLED. I SMELLED. I went back to the hotel for a quick change, asked about the laundering services and continued on.

There was a cultural arts and crafts festival happening - complete with traditional Incan dance and handiworks. I bought a few trinkets to bring home and found a cute restaurant where I could sit outside and enjoy the perfectly mild weather.

After lunch I went back to the hotel and climbed to the roof, five stories up, to take in the panoramic view. Then I retired to my room for a nap. Because I am on vacation.

Dinner was harder. I tried four restaurants before deciding on the place with a view. But honestly? The salmon was cooked perfectly, the service was lovely, and THE VIEW.

On my way home I helped an adorable Canadian couple reorient themselves and directed them to some food options.

I have no idea what I am doing tomorrow. I probably should have booked some sort of excursion. But if the worst thing that happens is I sit in a cafe and drink coffee or wine? That’s kind of the perfect vacation.

Miles walked: 7.24

Birds who shat on me: I estimate 2, but maybe 3 in a coordinated effort

Times I said “HOLA PERRO” to random doggos in the street: Too many to count.

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Juleka has to double-back to class one day because she forgot a book, she comes in, and she sees Bustier sitting in a rune circle at the front of the classroom with a few other (obviously fey-looking) creatures. They all stare at each other as Juleka realizes her teacher may be a bit magical herself.

They pause, and are like “huh, well fuck” and either erase Juleka’s memories of coming into the room or they just are like “you didn’t see anything” Madagascar style

[a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives]

A Pirate’s Life

Barry Clifford, the only person known to have recovered pirate treasure dating from the so-called golden age of piracy, around the turn of the eighteenth century, recently exhibited a small selection on the second floor of the Explorers Club, on East Seventieth Street. “That’s a syringe,” he said, indicating a bratwurst-size pewter cylinder, which someone had guessed might be a bosun’s whistle. “It was filled with tincture of mercury and was used to treat syphilis. Those are shoe buckles. Pieces of eight. A blunderbuss, still loaded. Cannonball. Broken porcelain. Pirates threw Ming vases overboard. My wife saw pieces in the water and said, ‘Look at all the pretty blue-and-white clamshells!’ ”

Clifford found his first pirate ship, the Whydah, off Cape Cod, in 1984. It went down in a storm in 1717, and just eight of the hundred and eighty men aboard survived. (Two were defended in court by Cotton Mather, and were acquitted. The six others were hanged.) Clifford’s main ongoing recovery effort is on and near Île Sainte-Marie, a slender island off the east coast of Madagascar. “We found Captain Kidd’s ship Adventure Galley here,” he said, pointing to a spot on a (modern, photocopied) map. “And we found the Great Mahomet right about here.” At the site of the Whydah, a member of Clifford’s crew uncovered a shoe, a stocking, and a leg bone, which Clifford, using primary sources, eventually identified as having belonged to the pirate John King, who at the time of his death was nine or ten years old. (The key piece of evidence was the shoe, roughly a size 6.) On another dive, Clifford disturbed a layer of silt above part of a wreck and was overwhelmed, through his face mask, by the smell of three-century-old pirate pee.

The event at the Explorers Club was a party to celebrate “Black Sails,” a television series about pirates, on the Starz cable network. Clifford had just watched the first four episodes, twice, and he pronounced them not only dramatically compelling but also faithful to history. Minor exceptions included the condition of almost everyone’s teeth. Jonathan Steinberg, a co-creator of the show, was standing near the bar. He said, “Pirates are a genre that everyone thinks is trodden-over and cliché, but, once you start reading the history and understanding what that world was like, you realize there’s never been a story about those people as people who wake up in the morning and have to do a job.” Piracy, as a theme, also resonates in an interesting way with a TV genre that really has been trodden over: the Old West. “The rules for cowboys and pirates are identical,” Steinberg continued, “because they’re both on the edge of a civilization that can’t police them. It’s all the same stuff, except the pirates have ships.” They also have sex, a narrative engine that hasn’t always been available to television producers. (Imagine “Gunsmoke” with a naked Miss Kitty.)

At dinner, someone asked Clifford whether he kept pirate stuff just lying around his house, and he produced a three-hundred-and-twenty-year-old silver coin—a piece of eight—and passed it around the table. Hannah New, who plays Eleanor Guthrie, a beautiful and intermittently fully clothed fence for plundered cargo, asked the person sitting next to her to take a picture of her biting the coin, so that she could show her sister, a jeweller. Zach McGowan, who plays the pirate Charles Vane and was sitting directly across from New, rolled the coin over and under his fingers, a trick he’d taught himself for the show. His hair was pirate length, and he was wearing an earring and a belt with a skull buckle. “I’ve switched from whiskey to rum,” he said.

After dessert and coffee, Richard Wiese, a former president of the Explorers Club, and also the youngest person ever to hold that position, who climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro when he was only a little older than John King was when he died, led an ascent to the club’s trophy room, on the fifth floor. The room contains an elephant skull with two double tusks, the skin of a lion shot by Teddy Roosevelt, and a stuffed whale penis, among other treasures. Various guests asked to be photographed next to various treasures—mainly, the whale penis—and after that the party began to disperse. Down in the lobby, near the coat-check room, were several “Black Sails” press kits, which contained screeners of the first four episodes. The DVDs included repeated reminders of “a concern to all in our industry,” and requested that viewers not sell or copy the recordings, and “return or destroy” each disk after viewing it. The concern? Piracy. 

- New Yorker

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