“The most important thing we learn from “Post Captain”: Stephen Maturin would fucking EAT Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy. He would out-brood him, out-scowl him, and then stab him in the heart with a rapier, tear his arms off, and then eat him. And then he would write a delightful monograph about the circulatory system based upon his observations of the last moments of a “man of wealth and discrimination,” compleat with divers illustrations.”—The Fiction Circus - Hell at Sea, Volume Two: “Post Captain” (via beamkatanachronicles)
And it talks to me in tiptoes and it sings to me inside It cries out in the darkest night and break the morning light But with all my education, I can’t seem to command it And the words are all escaping, come back all damaged I would put them back in poetry If I only knew how
Last night, I had a dream that I was really stressed out so Taylor told me I should blow off some steam by shooting people. I took my dad’s handgun and we went to the local shopping center and I shot like 15 people, but all non-lethally. I got really nervous about getting caught and made Taylor drive me home, and started freaking out about them tracing the gun’s serial number back to Dad and then to me. I decided to just wait it out and hope for the best. I’d sort of forgotten about the incident when I went to the mall and ran into Martin Freeman, who was shopping for landscape paintings. He started a conversation with me about the painting’s frames, and then just casually threw in a comment about how he was going to arrest me for the shooting as soon as they had enough evidence, which would be June 11. He also told me all about how they knew all about my two accomplices and our underground crime ring, which was ludicrous and I tired to tell him as such before telling him good luck, but I had to go buy earrings so the conversation had to end there.
Then I took a wrong turn and ended up in a high school that looked like the back stairways in hotels, and I was teenaged Steve Rogers freshly woken from the ice. Apparently my/Steve’s entire existence had been denied by the school, and the locker I’d used while attending it had been destroyed. I paired up with a teenaged Peggy to solve the mystery of why the school’d destroyed my records and also reinstate my identity or something. The plot of the thing is a bit fuzzy and there was a lot of running up and down this crazy labyrinth of staircases.
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