#pirates of the caribbean was kind of a formative influence #so here’s the thing #after years of chasing curses and hearts and fountains; losing the pearl and winning her back and losing her again #after rum enough to drown his sins and sorrows both#captain jack sparrow wakes up one morning and he’s immortal #just like that #no deals with calypso (he hasn’t been able to find her since the brethren court broke her chains) no desperate double-dealing #one morning he just…stops #stops aging stops dying #he gets the seas forever—except #except #the edges of the map are closing in #the lure of undiscovered treasures is waning and merchant ships are becoming better defended #the day that the East India Company takes Shipwreck Island; Jack feels a great chapter in the world’s history close #(he flees to the Barbary coast with the rest of his ilk; but the romance has gone out of it—the is too much desperation #too much hunger too much blood to it nowadays #the age of the swashbuckler won’t live out the decade) #I imagine this thing he’s chased all his life would crumble through his hands as he bounced from ship to ship #he never gets used to the square rigging on the clippers; though they lead to some good work running tea from china #but the first time he sees a steamship he nearly walks off the dock out of shock #of all the ways sailing would have changed; who thought you’d get rid of the /sails/ #(he swears he’s never getting on one of those monstrosities; let alone sailing on one) #(he manages to hold out until 1893 when the longing for the sea overwhelms him and he decides that even #that ghastly smog and the humming of the engines can be endured) #sometimes he’ll see calypso out of the corner of his eye—leaning on the deck railing; darting alongside the ship with the dolphins #(someone in the early 20th century tells him they’re not fish and he nearly busts a gut laughing) #he wears a hundred names and a hundred looks; cuts his hair short or grows it long #calls himself american; spanish; english (british); caribbean #he has two dozen different copies of Stevenson’s Treasure Island—it reminds him of something gone and half-forgotten #and in 1920 when Seitz comes out with Pirate Gold; Captain Jack Sparrow is in the first row (x)
And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.
Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.
That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did…
1. Mind your own business.
2. Learn to be quiet sometimes.
3. If you’re going to be a shithead, just stay home.
4. If someone is being a shithead to you, kick their ass.
5. Don’t fucking rape.
6. Don’t fucking steal.
7. If you’re magic, fucking embrace that shit.
8. Don’t complain about the mess you got yourself into.
9. Don’t hurt little kids.
10. Don’t hurt animals for no reason.
11. Don’t put up with anybody’s bullshit. Ever.
Why aren’t we all Satanists already?
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!
I’ve been tagged, but I don’t know how to tag, so if the mood strikes you, you can pretend I tagged you, and do a list too.
1. “Seeing Redd” by Frank Beddor, because it was my favorite book in elementary school.
2. “East” by Edith Pattou, because it was my favorite book in middle school.
3. “Lifting the Sky” by Mackie d’Arge, because I used to keep it by my bed and read it if I ever couldn’t sleep.
4. All of the Laura Ingles Wilder “Little House” series, because my mother red them to me when I was very small, and they are some of my earliest memories.
5. “The Mysterious Benedict Society” by Trenton Lee Stewart, because my mother read it to me and my sister, and it sort of represents the bond the three of us have to me.
6. “Souless” by Gail Carriger, because I’m trash and love supernatural steampunk
romance novels where 50% of the characters are gay.
7. “Tiger Moon” by Antonia Michaelis, because it taught me about Hinduism and because of the brilliance of the plot lines.
8. “Journey into Mystery: Fear Itself” written by Kieron Gillen, Penciled by Doug BraithWaite, because it got me into comics.
9. “The Pride of Baghdad” by Brian K. Vaughan, because it introduced me to the realities of war, while also being a stunning work of fiction and art.
10. “The Book Thief” by Mark Zusak, because why not, its a brilliant book.
Favourite BTVS Speeches:
↳ Rupert Giles, Innocence.
#remember that time a teen girl had sex on a show and it crashed and burned but her father figure was like ‘i think you made a good call’#like legitimately ‘based on the evidence- hitting that was 100% understandable and i support you’#oh - oh you were expecting an ‘i told you so’ or some kind of slut-shaming#LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO RUPERT F*CKING GILES