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You know the drill.

Do me a favor and ask for five things. My fandoms are: Star Wars, Hornblower, RPF for Paul McGann and/or other Hornblower actors, Supernatural, West Wing, Venture Brothers, Boondock Saints and really, anything that you might desire to see done in a halfassed way. If anybody wants it, I'll even write Battlestar Galactica, Nip/Tuck, and Harry Potter.

Be greedy and ask for lots. I'm in a rut these days, and writing these short little things will help me pare down my blather tendencies. :D

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Date: 2006-09-01 01:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romanticalgirl.livejournal.com
Five things Paul McGann would tell Ioan Gruffudd if he thought it would do any good.

Five things Bush would have said if he'd come back from Caudebec.

Five things Maria told Barbara while she was dying.

Five ways Hornblower showed Marie he loved her, even if he didn't realize it at the time.

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Date: 2006-09-01 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
HURRAY. Thank you. :D Prepare for incoming spam.

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Date: 2006-09-01 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
1. You should eat less meat. Do you have any idea what they put into that stuff these days? Seafood isn't much better.

2. Los Angeles is terrible for you.

3. When you do a lot of coke, you lose your sense of smell. This might not be so important when you're twenty eight -- the bloody noses aren't so bad, really, and if you're doing coke, you already know how good it feels. The loss of smell gets more important, though, when you've gone clean, and your wife is throwing you out for the fourth time anyways. Your sixteen year old boy snuck out the back of the house and around to the front so that he could hug you, say goodbye, without his mother knowing. You put your duffel bag down, hug your boy, then realize that you have no idea what he smells like. You haven't, in fact, since he turned about ten or eleven. You've forgotten to the point you can't even imagine it anymore.

4. Don't fall in love with the person you marry.

5. Listen to Bamber. He has a good head on his shoulders.

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Date: 2006-09-01 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romanticalgirl.livejournal.com
5 - yes, it's the head on his shoulders that McGann and Gruffudd are interested in. *smirk*

Lovely, every single one.
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
1. "Were you born upside down, Mr. Gerard, or is that only your preference when you are the signal midshipman?"

2. "So you'll be going to Vienna, sir?"

3. "How is the Nonsuch? Has Hurst remembered about about the spirit sails?"

4. "It is odd to be ashore again, sir, but this peace won't last. They can't keep Boney there forever."

5. "The Temeraire is coming tomorrow by tug, sir."
From: [identity profile] romanticalgirl.livejournal.com
I wonder if it's not better that Bush died in battle than lived to see peace. I don't think he would have enjoyed it much.
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
1. That it wasn't right for a lady like her to be pouring water for someone like Maria.

2. That none of her previous children had given her so much trouble. None, it had been easy.

3. That she knew the child would be a boy, and that she had been thinking on what to name the boy. Did Barbara think that "Horatio" was a good name? Had her mother arrived yet? Had she come?

4. That she had known there was something between Horatio and Barbara. Not at the dinner party, not from any letter of Horatio's, but it was after that. Maria could not catch her breath because the pain was too great, so she could not complete the explanation.

5. That Horatio had been away, too, when his son died. His daughter had died firs,t and Horatio had been wounded, so he had gone out into the hallway to gather himself, and when he came back in, little Horatio was dead, too. He had loved those children; he had loved those children.

Bonus. Something that Maria thought about telling Barbara, but didn't: that she'd given her whole life to Horatio, but it still wasn't enough to make him happy. Did Barbara think that she could make him happy with the portion that she was going to give him? She was welcome to try. After Maria dead, there was nothing that would stop her.
From: [identity profile] romanticalgirl.livejournal.com
I can just *see* Barbara listening to all of these. I might really have to expand the whole thing into a fic at some point, though I don't know that I'll ever convey it all the way the paragraph is "Sisterhood" did.

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Date: 2006-09-01 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
1. Until they were married, Hornblower only kissed her. He was still young and innocent enough to believe in sexual purity having value, and he knew that Maria was offering herself only because she thought it was what he wanted.

In the course of his life, Hornblower never extended this courtesy to another woman.

2. Mrs. Mason. No man ever puts up with his mother in law that much unless he loves his wife and loves her a great deal and cares for her welfare/

3. The sausages, really. He put them in his pocket for a little while on that barge ride, and it was just a little while, but Hornblower smelled them on himself for a week afterwards.

4. The letters. Barbara comes into this one.

Hornblower never much bothered to write to her, but he had written regularly to Maria. Barbara had seen those letters, in fact; at the extremity of her pain, Maria had asked for Barbara to bring them to her out of the bottom drawer. She had been in too much pain to read them or look at them, but she held the packet to her chest and caressed them. Pressed them to her cheek, tried to undo the knot of the ribbon that held them together, and sobbed when she did not have the strength to do it.

It didn't much matter to Barbara that, when she read them afterwards, she realized that Hornblower habitually reused material and that he copied entire bits from previous letters. Hornblower had used waterproof Navy ink to write the letters, and they had come, regularly. Later, when she helped in the administration of Horatio's estate, she found some letters that he had begun writing her while aboard the Lydia, but never finished.

5. When Richard Arthur asked about it, Hornblower explained.

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Date: 2006-09-01 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romanticalgirl.livejournal.com
"Sir? Will you tell me about my mother? My real mother?"

*wibbles*

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Date: 2006-09-01 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
... FUCK THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MARIE, WASN'T IT?

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Date: 2006-09-01 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romanticalgirl.livejournal.com
Hee! You know, I typed Marie, but I *meant* Maria. You just read my brain better than my fingers did.

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Date: 2006-09-01 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iansmomesq.livejournal.com
Ah, that just goes to show that there IS a telepathy among fangirls.

*G*

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Date: 2006-09-01 02:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romanticalgirl.livejournal.com
We're rather a hive mind, aren't we? Hee.

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Date: 2006-09-01 03:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nolivingman.livejournal.com
When I read it, I thought "Why is she asking for Marie? She must mean Maria." and then I was happy to think of us and our wacky Maria/Horatio shippiness.

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Date: 2006-09-02 07:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romanticalgirl.livejournal.com
Hee. The few, the proud.

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