I always felt I deserved more, so I went to sea aged 12, and I began to build myself a great gilded life that didn’t humiliate me to live. And so all of those stories that you would have my biographer tally as courage–it’s all vanity. It always has been. And we are at the end of vanity.
More lesbian Fitzier cause why the hell not. In which /someone/ didn’t bring a jacket to the pub. Or any weather appropriate clothes. Or remembered to charge their phone
Ross is in the great cabin doing the 19th century equivalent of putting his headphones on and wondering if it was wise to offer his own cabin to the recovering captains.
I don’t know how to explain these feelings, but I can say without doubt that we were touched right in our hearts. This fic is what the Terror AMC fandom deserves to have, praise and re-read again and again.
P.S. added this cute marmoset to complement the comfort of this episode.
my contributions for the @fitzier-zine ! couldn’t think of a good caption/title for my pieces but im very proud of them and it was an absolute pleasure to participate in that project.
The Captains are at it again and the Lieutenant’s tent is close enough for Ned to suffer from chronic “mum and dad are fucking and it’s so upsetting I can’t sleep” disease
Imagine if you will: your favorite cold girls, working and living in the big city and still just as lost as ever.
Jamie Fitzjames and Dundi Le Vesconte bounce around in that grey area between friends and girlfriends for far too long, their relationship slowly becoming stale and toxic.
A glamorous fundraising event gives them a chance to rub up against some fresh meat, but when Dundi makes an instant connection with shy workaholic Edie James has no choice but to retaliate with the closest unsuitable opportunity
More lesbian Fitzier cause why the hell not. In which /someone/ didn’t bring a jacket to the pub. Or any weather appropriate clothes. Or remembered to charge their phone
