Podfic of "Life Imitates Art" by whisper_that_dares
Sometimes it’s not about glory, or battle, or about helping people in danger. Sometimes, it’s about giving someone a pencil.
Once, not so long ago as immortals reckon things, Nicky and Joe met a young man who was still trying to figure out what he wanted out of life, and they gave him a little bit of encouragement to help him on his way.
In the present, the fate of that young man, and his relationship with his brother, gives Joe pause to reflect on his own relationship with his troubled younger brother, Booker.
Thank you so much for this! 😘
HPB〜❗️(yesterday)
Today is March 29, Soult's birthday... Our little Jean de Dieu is 256 years old
Unfortunately today I don't have any stories to share about him.
Posting quite a lot recently! Here’s Murat birthday post love my bby <3
I guess the theme this spring/summer for Nevis and I is author walks. So today, we were in Woking, where HG Wells wrote (and where he set) The War of the Worlds. Inspiring several movies, TV and radio shows, and a rock opera.
First picture above is the Peace Garden, where Muslim soldiers from the World Wars are buried. After that we went off through the woods, past a church to Horsell Common looking for where the Martians landed in the story.
Its believed to have been around the sand pits in the middle there. Back in town we of course saw the man himself:
Before Nevis confronted an invader:
'Grrrrr!!! I am a Dinosaur! We ruled this world millions of years before any of you! It's ours, Martian, you hear me? Ours to reconquer! Slither back whence you came.'
Yes, unfortunately the Tripod sculpture was covered in scaffolding today, but I'm sure you can find other pictures of it online.
Digital doodles😳👍
Gascony&Mortisoult&Caroline+Murat😋
Told you all a while ago that I made an icebound ship on the Sims 4...well, here she is!
Notes:
- She was designed to be HMS Melpomene, the ship in my novel! She has a similar layout to Terror, though, so I may end up doing a Terror game. But that's why some bits are different.
- I had to work with what I had. Ignore the fact she has a raised quarterdeck - Mel doesn't, the same as how Erebus and Terror didn't - but it was all I had to use!
Lets tour her, shall we?
LOWER DECK:
First lets get something to eat and hang out in the forecastle with the seamen and marines!
Maybe we should check in with the cook in the galley, since food is taking a while...
No one's there. May as well go snooping down the companionway into Officer's Country...
...And into the wardroom, first! (2nd left door)...
Well since dinner hasn't been served yet, perhaps we should just go and check out the Great Cabin...
Expect the captain's probably busy. Still. Maybe we can peek our head into his cabin, tucked away just off the Great Cabin...
No sign of him. Well, we may as well go and see the officers' cabins too, while we're at it...
Well! No one! Okay, let's go and check out the sickbay, far forward in the bows...(In the next reblog ;))
OMG OMG OMG. This is BEAUTIFUL!!!
TOS: what if, one day, we get past all of this? What if we get past all the wars, past our own prejudices, and support each other? What if we actually learn to work together?
TNG: and what if we keep going? What if we get past some more prejudices (surprise - we weren’t actually done with that one yet by a long shot, and we may never be actually. But we’ll keep trying)? And what if we get past our consumerism and manufactured scarcity? What if we give everyone what they need to survive and thrive without requiring anything of them in return? What would we become, when we don’t have to be anything? What do people do when they don’t have to?
DS9: and what if these ideals meet more complex situations? What if they meet complex cultural interactions, and the horrors of war? What if they meet people who disagree with them outright? What if we’re confronted with the way that building our ideal little world has isolated and abandoned some of our own people in the process? How can those ideals persist? And should they?
VOY: and what if you’re alone? Truly, utterly alone. With no backup coming, no reputation to carry you. What if it’s just you, one tiny little ship, and your ideals, in a vast quadrant that either doesn’t know them or opposes them entirely? Can Federation values persist? Can we stick to them and survive?
ENT: and what if we’re not even there yet? One day this path may be a major highway, but what if you’re the first one to take a step on this journey? Can we even get there?
DIS: and what if we’re just too far gone? What if you acted against those ideals, and did unspeakable, unforgivable, unredeemable things? What if the people who are supposed to support and represent those ideals the most lose their way, and weaponize them, and weaponize you? What if it’s all been lost? And the worst has happened? What if you find yourself in the aftermath of a war and disaster you can’t hope to understand? What if you aren’t just alone, but you’re alone and everyone here already knows you? Not just that, but they laugh at you when you try to make a difference? What if hope is lost? Can it ever come back? Sometimes today’s world makes me wonder. If we are more far gone than any of us imagined possible, can we still get back to the world that TOS and TNG promised?
SNW: and what if asking all these questions has taken us away from the mission? What if we’ve lost the plot? What if we take all those things that TOS and TNG were trying to do and update them to a modern world? Do they still fit? Is that form of hope, by itself, still relevant to a modern world?
PIC and most of the movies: and what if everyone tells you to step down, to yield to progress, but you aren’t done yet? Should you? Can you?
PRO: and what if you aren’t even there? What if it’s just the ideas and the means to carry them out? Is that enough? Is that enough for someone, even a child, even a group of traumatized and scared children, to adopt those ideals and carry them forward? Do they actually work without you forcing them? Do they have value devoid of cultural context?
LD: and what if you’re not the hero? What if you’re just some dude, just doing a job, just living a life in this world? Is it really all it’s cracked up to be? At the end of the day, can you still build community, and discover yourself, and grow?
Star Trek: no matter how dark things get, can we still hope?
Party crasher Murat
And now for something completely different... Translated from "Correspondance du Grand Maréchal du palais de Napoléon Ier", i.e., Duroc's correspondence, letter No. 2152:
To Prince Lebrun, Duc de Plaisance, arch treasurer of the empire
4 April 1811
Monseigneur, His Majesty the King of Naples, who left as soon as He received the news of the birth of the King of Rome, arrived yesterday evening at the Tuileries without anyone being notified. As the entire palace was occupied, the Emperor thought he could make use of the quarters of Your Serene Highness to temporarily accommodate the king. As Duke Charles de Plaisance (Lebrun’s eldest son) is on mission and Madame la Duchesse (Charles’ wife) was not at home, they could not be notified in time. Your Serene Highness may rest assured that, on the King's departure, the flats will be returned to the same state they were in when His Majesty entered them.
Everything about this letter is hilarious:
Hi, Lebrun, so sorry, but you see, Murat has just stomped into the Tuileries shouting "Hi, where’s the baby", and we didn’t know where to lodge him and nobody happened to be home at your palace, so… Also, so sorry in case your daughter-in-law walked in on a half-naked Murat admiring his ass in her mirror – we had tried to contact her! Also, we will clean up all excess feathers and pink glitter as soon as Murat’s gone. Promise!
Also another doodle of junto B] simply because he really is that guy