Marcus: Peter and I don’t have pet names for each other.
Thomas: Uh huh. Hey, you know what bees make, right?
Marcus: Honey?
Peter, from the next room: Yes, baby?
Thomas: Don’t ever lie to my face again.
Man human imprinting is crazy. My friend’s roomba zoomed by me and I got this intense urge to reach down and pat it. Like it’s just a machine? But it’s a good boy? It spends all day cleaning and sleeping and exploring the house and never complains and it’s just so good little robot? Pet robot?? Pet the robot????? Why am I like this???
When I bought my roomba the lady at the store told me that if it breaks within warranty and I send it back to the manufacturer, I can request that they fix and send back the same roomba instead of just sending back a new one. I gave her a confused look and she explained that people get attached to Their Roomba and don’t want them to just be replaced because they’re like part of the family. Humans are pretty great.
Two weekends back, my extraordinary friend V—who has not seen Black Sails but who’s been enthusiastically helping me learn about Queen Anne’s London and the Navy of the period—took me on a wonderful tour of St James & Westminster circa 1705. For Reasons.
All right, some additional information, for @sea-changed and anyone else who is interested! Fact-checked + additions by V!
1) In 1698, Whitehall mostly burned to the ground; before that, it had been ~A Scene~; in V’s words, like “an amusement park with big hotel suites, foyers, eating zones, gardens.” This is an important way of contextualizing what’s built after in the Whitehall area, and on the Westminster and St James edges of it. (Side note: Collier and the moral reformers took this fire as a signal from God, as they did the Great Storm of 1703, because of course they did.)
2) Politically—and, I guess, socially—this period marked a shift in where in London elites lived and gathered, at least on the Whiggish side of of the aisle. (Generally in this period, the Whigs were invested invested in building a sort of urban elite, in opposition to Tory landed gentry.) Parliament convened more often, meaning MPs were more likely to live at least part-time in London. So building in Whitehall and Westminster in this period reflected that.
3) Historically contextualizing television show characters has its limits—a real-life James McGraw would likely have had a room within walking distance of Greenwich and Deptford, thus making it totally unlikely that Miranda could like, swing by in her carriage, but if you enjoy historical fiction then you probably let some of that go for the sake of the plot. I certainly do (or actually, I kind of like to hold both in my head simultaneously). But V took me to the Westminster street in the top images for prime examples of the kind of houses the Hamiltons would have lived in, were they real people. We chose them the biggest one that kind of spans the corner of the row, with the original double doors.
4) The next two images are a bluecoat school built in 1709, now owned by the National Trust and occupied by a fashion designer’s boutique. The exterior decorations were *delightful*, in a way that photo doesn’t do justice: who knew you could do such exquisite things with onions! V said it was very period-appropriate. As in:
5) These Westminster streets nestle up south of St James’s Park, which would have been central to the lives of people (aristocrats!) living in style in the new western London developments. At the park’s far end was Buckingham House, built in 1703, which sits at the core of the greatly expanded (in Victorian times) Buckingham Palace we see today. At the start of the 18th century, westwards of St James was countryside; and Westminster, like the City of London and its eastern docks along the Thames, extended inland from the river. You can get the feel (tree by tree) with this.
6) The final image in this batch is from the walls of Andrew Edmunds, the wonderful restaurant in a 1710 townhouse where we ended the day. Obviously it’s a modern restaurant, but they’ve kept the guts intact, so you can see the basic layout of the service basement (now the lower dining room area plus bar and kitchen) as it would have been in the era, which was a delight after looking at exteriors all day.
Hmm. It’s honestly a tie between Black Panther and Annihilation, with the stipulation that Black Panther is going to hold up far better in an at-home movie-viewing than Annihilation could, because the most mind-blowing moment of Annihilation is very much best viewed in the theater. Black Panther is fucking amazing for a variety of reasons – the plot holds together nicely, the acting was great, it’s important as fuck for the Black community, it’s funny as hell in places – it’s just overall a great movie. Annihilation on the other hand is… look, it’s got an all-female exploration/science team, ok? And they’ve all got their own motivations, and their own thing going on. It’s sci-fi horror done absolutely right, from the mimic-bear to the giant gator-shark, to the Thing at the end that turns into the people that it gets near and unravels all life around it to turn it into something else. There’s something almost religious about it, but not in the preachy way that I despise. Oh, and also one woman turns into a plant and actually seems to be at peace with that, so that was pretty cool.
Hey y’all – I have an incredibly boring task to do at work today and I need to be focused enough to do it right. If anybody wants to come into my inbox, this is the time – ask me things, talk to me about my fics, just tell me things – idc. I’ll answer as I can but I work better when I’m multitasking.
The great thing about fandom/internet friends vs. friends you meet out IRL, is that when you get to know people for the first time face-to-face, there’s this awkward process of trying to figure out juuuust how much of a dork they are, and how much you can nerd out before you scare them off. Like, you don’t wanna break out the real freaky shit right off. There’s always the impulse to hang back a little, as you try to gauge just how into a thing they are. But with fandom friends? You fucking met them in the garbage heap. You knew their fucked up narrative kinks before you even know their real name. They are screaming their passions into the void. Your friendship comes pre-loaded with already knowing the exact depths of each other’s depravity, and any ordinary-people-shit you have in common is just a bonus.
Hey y’all – I have an incredibly boring task to do at work today and I need to be focused enough to do it right. If anybody wants to come into my inbox, this is the time – ask me things, talk to me about my fics, just tell me things – idc. I’ll answer as I can but I work better when I’m multitasking.