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quigonejinn) wrote2006-02-12 06:07 pm
quigonejinn) wrote2006-02-12 06:07 pm
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*dances like gibbering monkey*
Jack has been learning about signals.
Untitled Horatio Hornblower fic. NC-17, Bush/Jack Hammond by
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randomalia with the most brilliant, amazing undertone of djgljdf I can't even describe it because it's so subtly and beautifully done that it'd be wrong to give it away, but oh man oh man oh man. randomalia writes so goddamn well. So subtly, so brilliantly, with such an ear for how a sentence should come together and such an eye for how the different elements of a scene ought to lie. Goddamn.
O.O
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best. box of chocolates. ever.
And see, I assumed that the thingy after fic was the title? And I didn't see that until this morning, so I was flagellating myself about not REALIZING for an entire night that it was titled Hornblower because DUH RHOD that would is such a great title and
*edits post, points out that she's perfectly happy with untitled fic, loves you intensely and furiously*
Also, I should really look into Supernatural. Everybody I know is turning into a rabid fan of it. *_*
Some of them would have soft centers. Some would have nuts.
I haven't watched enough Supernatural to know if I am a fan or not, but there's some really great fic in the fandom, and I needed a love icon for your posts. XD
the Jackie Hammond one have leaky cherry filling. :(
So here. Have yet another one of my 9348029385 icons where one or the other of Horry's best friends looks like he's three steps from shouting, "BUGGER ARTICLE 29!" and jumping him in public. XD
Re: the Jackie Hammond one have leaky cherry filling. :(
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And so I don't totally hijack someone else's LJ, if you have a chance (and really I don't want to impose on any of your time) could you email me?
oh my god, i just googled the inn. O.O
AND PS: HAH SO THAT IS WHY YOU ARE INVESTIGATING OBSCURE BITS OF CHICHESTER :D
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And I've found some interesting things about 18th century Chichester. That brick making was a big industry as was the making of clay pipes. And that the whole town was basically a town of craftsmen and tradesmen -- carpenters, bricklayers and glaziers, blacksmiths, wheelwrights, coopers, saddlers, tailors and shoemakers. There were also bakers, brewers and grocers and gunsmiths and clay pipe makers.
And also in the early years of the 19th century, no doubt because of the war, a barracks was built in Chichester. I have a bunch of tidbits, like when the turnpike to Portsmouth was built. The first theater in the town. Shit like that.
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And because it popped into my head: if Chichester was so (relatively) industry-centered, it really does underline the background differences between Bush and playing-in-the-horse-trough, village-doctor's-son, French-tutors-and-Xenophon Hornblower.
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And the clay pipe thing and it's association with Chichester makes me want to also draw Bush smoking. There is that little bit in Commodore with the cigar, but he had to smoke a pipe. Christ, who didn't in the 18th century.
Yeah, the more I look at Chichester the more it does highlight that difference in background. And because CSF is a sneaky shit it wouldn't surprise me if I find a Bush family that actually did live in Chichester in the 18th century.
*weeps at the image of Bush with a wee clay pipe in his teeth*
And yeah. The thoroughgoing social background difference really, really, really make me want to write Smallbridge fic because really, Bush isn't going to fit in all that well either at the big house or in the sleepy little farming village.
I need to figure out more precisely what a "cottage" in the late 1700s means.
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(i think i've seen sense and sensibility one too many times)
"cottage" for the upper class probably isn't all that small.
*goes archaeological batshit over chichester pipe industry*
white ball clay pipes are part of the life-blood of chesapeake historical archaeology. two archaeologists went nucking-futz over them in the 60s and 70s and we've been forever doomed by their work. seriously, thought, you can date a site (roughly) from pipe stems. there's all sorts of weird and wacky was you can date sites, i myself have suffered through (highly amused, however) measuring the thicknesses of thousands of pot sherds from the late woodland period.
let me just put on my gonna-be-a-prof soon hat: pipes in the late 18th and early 19th centuries were not very wee. i have an older post of me ranting on some pbs drama about pipes with pictures of some. in the early 17th century pipe bowls were no more than 1.5 inches high and about 3/4 inch in diameter (roughly). tobacco then was much less dilluted. in the 18th century pipe bowls get larger as the bores of the stems get smaller. they can also get pretty schmanzy and you can track where they're made by the maker's marks, which is why i am totally crazy about this chichester pipe-making thing, histarchs from the chesapeake go nutz over this sort of thing. *takes off hat* i just wish i could get at the right books to go find of chichester makers marks.
it's a completely futile struggle to keep my profession from interfering with hornblower stuff *shakes head* i despair, i really do.
all right. a BIG CLAY PIPE with the appropriate maker's marks. mama sends him off to sea w/a box.
The cottage I was thinking of was the one in Chichester where Bush bunks when he's with the family. Goddamn this lack of time. -________-
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that cottage is probably on the smallish side. how many sisters does that man have again? what i've always wonder is why the hell aren't they married? and i can just imagine him coming home and being completely overwhelmed by women.
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Unless they were a family trying to keep up appearances and the burning shame of not bringing a dowry into the marriage sort of prevented the whole process.
Which makes me think of how far would Bush's burning shame extend. Is it Naval only? Or would he be consumed with it in terms of family matters because maybe he couldn't marry off the sisters (and lighten his own financial load) because he couldn't provide them with a portion to take into the marriage, etc.
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And because I've been thinking about this all night: we don't hear about the sisters throughout the books, do we? I know we get the dab in LtH, and we get another bit somewhere, and Hornblower mutters about how Bush ought to have been able to retire to his doting sisters in Chichester, but it might be possible that Hornblower's info is out of date by the time of LH. Some of them might have gotten hitched.
Also: what if Bush had more than the four or whatever? That's an awful lot of siblings, but maybe some of them did get married off, and he just doesn't talk about them?
And finally: any chance that age issues could have come into play? We don't know where Bush stands, age-wise, in relation to the Mlles. Bush.
There's also the fact that he's never bloody home. Aside from the time that he's on halfpay on shore, he's not going to feel the press for money too badly -- it's not like he's grinding it out with them every day. He lives in a little bubble of tops'ls and heads'ls and salt beef and keeping crazy captain boyfriends happy while in the middle of the Atlantic. We don't get hide or hair or mention of them during all the time we spend in his head in LtH while we're at sea. We only hear about them when he's back on shore.
The notion, by the way, of Bush being home and trying to talking one of his sisters into getting hitched is HILARIOUS to me.
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The age thing is interesting. For all we know he could be the youngest child in the whole load of them.
We don't get hide or hair or mention of them during all the time we spend in his head in LtH while we're at sea. We only hear about them when he's back on shore.
POINT. And if we would see it anywhere it should be in LtH. If you figure he left as a teenage boy and spends years and years and years away from home, these people have to be strangers to him. Easy to put them out of your mind I would imagine especially when there are better things to think about like beautiful ships and pretty captains.
And dude, I'm obsessed now with Chichester and I'm digging out all sorts of shit about the place including some period paintings of the main part of town. And I found some maps that ain't worth much because you can't read the streets but I'm hoarding it all.
But Chichester in the 18th century? SMUGGLING. All over the place.
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I think I've muttered about this to you before, but I just can't square it with what we know about how Bush spends his life at sea and the tidbits we get of his life with them -- even setting aside the fact that he's spent his adult life at sea, completely independent of them, there's the weeding the garden in the middle of fucking winter, the way he thinks that women doting on men as something to be taken for granted, and above all, that insane bit in LtH where he's lying in the hospital and is just rendered completely inarticulate by the fact that someone cares enough to come and visit him.
I mean, WTF. I know that HH makes Bush all prickly inside and out and that he makes little Valentine's day cards trimmed with oakum for him, really. If he's even vaguely close to his family, he's going to miss them while lying on his back, alone, bored brainless, and panicky about his future career. We don't get a hint of that in the bit where he's all blushy because Hornblower shows up with the fruitbasket. Similarly, when he's having his rage attack about his magnificent ship falling into Dago hands, the thought that his sisters/mother will hear of it -- that doesn't come into his head at all. Instead, he's wondering what the Navy and "England" would say.
So yeah. Bush and his relationship to money also fascinates me, as does the notion of how Hornblower perceives Bush's relation to his family.
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we all benefit from your despair ;)
And really, clay pipe making? That's just too damn cool for word. I've found some period appropriate street maps of the place online but they are too damn small to make anything out. I smell a trip to the local uni to get better maps.
I've also googled Chichester and archeology and there seems to be reams and reams of stuff. A lot of it Roman and medieval as this town has a long, long history. But at least I know where to go -- which journals, etc. -- to try and find 18th century stuff.
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This time. <3
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The story is so hot that I can't STAND IT. It's not only Bush getting a blowjob with audio, but it's intense, control-obsessed, do-it-right His Royal Majesty's Navy William Bush who is so eloquent and vivid when he's snarling a midshipman back into his but only has a few hoarse words for the boy who looks like what Hornblower must've looked like when he was young and not so distant -- that's the one getting the blowjob. In his head, that's who he's ordering dah;gjfgdfaerhfl. MAN.
The notion that Bush gets off on ordering a guy who reminds him of Hornblower makes my brain go sploosh at the hot.
And the characterization of Hammond ain't lacking either. At all. Jesus. I mean. The fact that I even noticed it existed in a fic with that Bush says something about what a powerful thing it was. MAN.
*weeping with love of the story and
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It's ferociously hot. The control issues were AMAZING as was the transference. She is brilliant. Her work has such economy of style but it says mountains. She knows these people and when you're done reading that sparse prose you know them too.