#Frederick Sound

[shipwreckguy]

Carole B

FV Carole B burned by heater; no injuries #alaska #fishing #petersburg

[quarter-lif3crisis]

F.L.O.P...

[thekenobee]

My type? sea captains

[willgrahamsbecoming]

happy chillywilly tuesday!!

[feddy-34]

...girl.

[visceral--feeling]

Moonrise - Frederick Judd Waugh // Carry On - 5 Seconds of Summer

[clove-pinks]

I wish I could remember what nonfiction book it was, where young(er) Frederick Marryat makes a cameo appearance. It could have been about naval signal codes, battling smugglers in the 1810s-1820s, or his awful family idk.

But the primary source meets an obnoxiously young but still Captain Frederick Marryat, in a time of high unemployment among naval officers after the Napoleonic Wars. And he is basically like, "Nyah nyah my rich dad got me a boat." >:) which tbh sounds exactly like what I would expect for young Captain Marryat.

[bonkage]

frederick chilton is SO a man who says "evidently"

[kariachi]

When you are looking at shit and reminded that in at least one version of canon Fred Jones is related to Bobby Flay.

[queen-daya]

Bonus: Reblog and put in the tags who you relate to most of the answer is different!

[waifu-napoleon]

"Rain on our parade" Part 1

Short historical shipping fic.

Pairing: Alexander I. X Queen Luise X Frederick William III.

Word count: 2040

Rating: SFW

Setting: Frederick and Alexander walk in on Luise in her pajamas. Luise thinks about her relationship with both men. Luise's POV. (Dialogue is based on artistic-freedom, the order of events and most aspects are historically accurate according to Luise's diary).

The weather was particularly hot on this day in June 1802. Luise was laying on her sofa, enjoying the warmth of the raising sun on her skin. It was a lot easier for her to breathe. Yesterday's misery almost seemed like a distant dream already. The queen couldn't quite explain where the sudden tightness in her chest, the painful cramps that felt like a giant's merciless grasp originated from. A frightening sense of doom; Luise imagined that that's what the cold embrace of the grim reaper would feel like; seared through her bones. She wasn't able to focus on anything else, not even Alexander's and Frederick's words could get through to her; they got stuck in the thick fog of fear in her mind. But she remembers the gentle touch of warm hands, guiding her towards the soft fabric of a large settee and putting her down with the forehandedness of a porcelain painter handling their most expensive plate. The two doctors that took care of her, one of them being the personal doctor of tsar Alexander, managed to make her feel a little better. It took a few minutes but the queen eventually recovered (or at least partially). Luise did not want to be a bother to anyone involved, especially since thery were about to eat breakfast together, something she looked foreward to every single day ever since they arrived at Memel. Despite Frederick's and Alexander's protest she pulled herself together and made tea for all three of them. After a short drive through the countryside (which was surprisingly relaxing and refreshing), during which the two men she held dearest in this world worried over her like hens following their chicks around, she had to retreat again to rest. Surprisingly enough, dinner was served in her room and she enjoyed the light-hearted conversations she had with the tsar and the king. Although she had wished that her health problems wouldn't have showed their ugly faces during their 'vacation' in Memel, she was simultaniously relived to have received so much love and support during that horrifying time.

Luise turned around on the sofa, stretching her limbs. Even though she was wearing a nightcap, her blonde locks would still find a way out of their prison and fall all over her shoulders and chest. The light fabric of her robe slipped off of her left shoulder a little, which would have been scandalous in madame Voss' eyes. However, the countess was busy writing letters in her own quarters, too distracted to run after the queen like a disapproving teacher, so Luise was safe from judging gazes-

"Good morning, your majesties!" one of the ladies-in-waiting greeted cheerfully. Luise sat up straight to see who the young woman was talking to, only to see her husband enter her room, closely followed by the tsar. Frederick was holding Alexander's hand, talking to him about another parade he considers organizing to make up for the lost time yesterday, only stopping in his tracks when his eyes met Luise's. Said woman stood up hastily and bowed, her hair falling down to frame her face and her cheeks suddenly feeling very warm, probably not from the sunshine she was bathing in. "G-good morning, I did not expect any visitors until after breakfast." she said, trying to sound more amused than bemused. She looked from one man to the other, sensing the uneasiness in the air. Frederick swallowed and stepped forward to gently kiss her hand as a greeting. It wasn't hard for Luise to see through her husband, his shyness on full display as he probably didn't expect her to still be in her nightgown. He'd always had a weakness for her in that particular outfit. Alexander on the other hand seemed to have a lot more control over himself. The younger man confidently took her hand and tilted his head slightly in a very subtle bow to greet her. 'How lenient he is,' Luise thought to herself. "We wanted to check on you," Alexander said, "how are you feeling?" "A lot better. Thank you for your concern." The three monarchs sat down on the sofa, the queen in the middle. They looked out the window, watching the clouds slowly drift by before Frederick continued the conversation. "You had us worried. I've never seen you in that much pain before." he tried to give his wife a light-hearted smile but the concern showed through nonetheless. "It was… strange. I've given birth multiple times by now, some births more painful than the others, and yet the pain I felt yesterday was different. It felt like wearing a very tight corset around my chest, with sharp nails stuck in my lungs." "You certainly looked like you had trouble breathing. Can't remember the last time I was panicking that hard." Alexander mumbled, his voice a lot less melodic than usual. He and Frederick must have been extremely worried about her all night long. Luise smiled, gently nudging both men with her elbows. "Don't worry, I feel a lot better today! Ready to do whatever's on our agenda, provided that I am to join you of course!" she proclaimed and stood up. The queen swiftly took off her nightcap to let her hair down, a motion that, suddenly occuring to her, was probably not very appropriate. She looked over her (still exposed) left shoulder to have a quick glance at her visitors and was met with two polite and yet slightly intrigued pairs of eyes. Frederick immediately turned away when he noticed his wife watching him marvel at her bauty, his cheeks blushing as usual, while Alexander merely flashed an innocent smile at her, appearing unbothered by her alluring aura (although everyone knew how talented he was at acting shy and humble). "Should we leave so you can get dressed?" Alexander asked and Luise opened her mouth to answer but the sudden sound of raindrops interrupted her. The trio has been so caught up in each others company that they didn't notice the rainclouds on the horizon making their way towards Memel. The downpour certainly messed up their plans.

"I suppose that won't be necessary." she replied. "What a shame. I guess the parade has to wait. Unbelievable…" Frederick sighed disappointedly. Alexander put his hand on his friend's shoulder, trying to cheer him up. "It's not the end of the world, we've had plenty of parades and balls so far. I don't mind spending the day indoors with you two." "I guess I'm frustrated because you won't be here for long. We had to plead with your ministers to let you stay here for an additional day. It would be such a shame to let that go to waste." Alexander pulled Frederick into a semi-playful embrace. "I'm not staying here to bask in people cheering for me. I'm staying here because I don't want our time together to end yet. You've both grown on me and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least try to extend my stay." Luise's heart began to sink into her stomach at the thought of Alexander leaving. It was a painful reality that they'd have to face sooner or later. He is the tsar of Russia after all, he will need to return to his home country to govern. She started playing with a strand of her hair as she tried to shove these feelings of sadness into the farthest corner within herself. Frederick and Alexander let go of each other and the young woman sat down in between the two once more. A deafening silence rose up inside the room, interrupted only by the sound of the increasing rain splashing against the windows. None of them dared to speak for quite a few minutes, be it the lack of proper words or the fear of emotions taking over.

'Perhaps,' Luise thought to herself, 'if the circumstances were different… If the stress of responsibility wasn't as prevalent as it is… If we had way more freedom to express ourselves in private and to bask in our newfound friendship for just a bit longer…' She looked over at her husband, who was staring out the window, lost in his own thoughts. Luise knew from the beginning how well he and Alexander hit it off. It was quite rare to see Frederick laugh as much as he did these past few days and Alexander seemed to have just the right amount of cockiness paired with unbelievable charm to even poke fun at the Prussian king. The only other person he ever seemed to be able to laugh along with was Luise herself. She wasn't sure if what Frederick was feeling for the tsar was overlaying with what she herself experienced but it was at the very least something special, something that is worth nurturing. Alexander on the other hand had his head turned towards the floor, seemingly staring into nothingness. His usual fiery blue eyes turned foggy with sadness and the smile that would normally grace his handsome face had faded. Just a few days ago, during their regular breakfast, he was carefully mentioning the day of his departure approaching and now that Luise was looking back on it, it seemed that Alexander was subliminally begging for Frederick and Luise to make him change his mind. Maybe he was acting coy making the people he was visiting plead for him to stay, or maybe he was scared of outright asking for another day together and taking the risk of rejection. Whatever it may have been, none of them wanted this to end and that was obvious even to outsiders. The Russian ministers weren't surprised at all when Frederick suggested prolonging their get-together. It's as if everyone in close proximity to the monarchs knew what was happening.

Luise's hands were fidgeting with anxiety to the point that the men at her sides noticed. Frederick grabbed her left hand, squeezing it tightly. The warmth of his hand in her palm was a subtle relief from her nervousness. Alexander seemed to follow suit for a split second but he pulled away as soon as his pinky touched Luise's shaky fingers. If she needed any more reason to believe that her feelings weren't one-sided, that was it. Let alone the fact that she was sitting in between two uniformed men in her nightgown without any jewlery or make-up on. She didn't even bother to brush her hair before the surprise visit. That was the most intimate situation they could be in besides actually spending the night together.

"Would you look at that," Frederick mumbled with an almost monotone voice, "it's getting better." Luise looked up and was greeted by a small ray of sunshine breaking through the rainclouds. It wasn't enough to change the weather for the better completely but at least it wasn't as windy as before. "Maybe we can still have our parade." "You're very keen on that, aren't you dear?" Luise teased. Frederick pouted in return. "I like parades. You should know me well enough." "A little bit of rain shouldn't stop us from having fun," Alexander agreed and got up from the sofa to look at Luise," will you be joining us, your highness?" Said woman shook her head. "I'm still a bit tired from yesterday's turbulences. Also, have you looked at me? I'm not exactly dressed for a formal event such as a parade through the town." "It's hard for us not to notice, isn't it?" the tsar whispered barely audible but it was enough to make Frederick blush again. Luise giggled in shameless delight and jokingly pushed the king off the sofa. "Go ahead, you two, I will get ready for lunch in the meantime. But please put on coats, we can't have you catch a cold." "Why not? Might be a useful excuse to stay longer. Plus I'm sure neither me nor Frederick would mind being nursed back to health by you." Alexander smirked and turned on his heel to leave. Frederick huffed a shy laugh, smiling at his wife one more time before disappearing behind the door alongside the tsar. Luise giggled a little more, stretched her limbs and called her ladies-in-waiting to pick out a dress for lunch.

[helenapsent]

I got hyperfixed again, as always suddenly and unexpectedly, but now you'll see what's up

ENTIRE

Do you see these two characters?

You think they're different, BUT I CAN SAY THAT THEY MAY BE EITHER DISTANT RELATIVES OR BROTHERS!!!

In fact, why did I think that?

I have some pruths: 1) Both have an identical character to each other.

2) Both are smart and can find a way to approach people and make them lose)

3) Both have personal lives in one way or another RELATED TO SALTED CUCUMBERS.

4) If you compare their manner of speech, they have some similarities

5) Both were kings who were overthrown 6) They wanted to take over the world, but it didn't work out

That's not all!

There is one interesting point:

Dr. Schadenfreude hates his first name because it reminds him of his family, for his last name literally translates as "brine". And it's pickle brine.

Kid Pickles, on the contrary, adores pickles, and everyone who watches the show knows firsthand that this kid loves pickles so much that he later made a pickle army out of them. He also doesn't know or remember who his parents are or if he has any relatives

so what's my point? I think there's a connection here in a way. Suppose Frederick just got tired of his position and wanted to go to the top, to be more than just a pickle salesman. Also, he might have had a younger brother who pestered him a lot with his yelling or asking for his attention (and his parents also left Frederick to watch him while they worked and it made Frederick doubly mad (why not?)) and everything came to a point where when his parents were gone for some reason, Frederick decided to put his younger brother in the shelter and already went on the "rat-inventor" career path himself. And all he could leave him was the family recipe for pickles.

This is roughly what this theory looks like. And I think I'm going to stick with it

[my-current-obsession]

I see a lot of people saying that the royals (mostly Alfred, but I’ve seen a fair bit of complaining about all the others too) are statistically bad in Engage. I have to wonder, what difficulty is this based off of? On my Hard playthrough most of the royals were my best units, and Alfred in particular was amazing. Ivy and Celine were probably the weakest two - Ivy due to being a bit slow and having AWFUL dex and luck, and Celine just lacking power due to splitting her attention between strength and magic.

Is it just Maddening that they’re specifically bad for? I have not (and will not) played that mode in any FE but my impression is very much that Maddening mode is a different experience and you’re basically forced to play a certain way to win. That’s probably even more true here since fixed growths are in play, so you can’t count on RNG to give you good units. You have to find the ones that the game wants you to use, and stick with them.

For me, one of the biggest joys of FE has always been the RNG of it all - I love the random growths meaning different characters shine (and suck) each run, which encourages you to give different units a try. I love that, at least on Normal and Hard, you have enough breathing room to basically play how you want - favor the units of your choice, reclass whoever into whichever classes you fancy, etc - and doing so MIGHT make your life harder but probably won’t doom your entire run. The versatility and random nature of your units growths makes strategy & combat in this game infinitely more appealing and adds to its replayability.

Like I LOVE Persona games and Stella Glow (which gameplay wise is fairly similar to FE) but in those games the characters are what they are, and the stats on level-up are set in stone. Once you’ve done ONE run and know what works, Complacent Gaming kicks in and you repeat the exact same steps in future runs. In FE even if you use the same characters in the same classes, their performance WILL vary based on how blessed or cursed the RNG has been for them.

If Maddening IS as difficult and particular as I’m assuming, and basically every unit’s viability is determined from the moment you get them and you HAVE to play a specific way to win... is it really right to judge units based on that specific difficulty? Like, sure, so-and-so SUCKS on Maddening, but so does EVERYONE except this specific handful of units and if you use anyone else you’re just hurting yourself.

I feel like we should be judging characters based off a difficulty where everyone is at least VIABLE from the beginning, but judging how likely they are to REMAIN that way based on their growths/classes/personal skills/etc.

To put it another way, what would a tier list of a Maddening run look like? My impression is that it has two, maybe 3 categories of who you can actually use, who gets benched immediately, and MAYBE a middle category of who exists to fill a spot on the team and take a few hits/deal a smidge of damage for just a little while until someone better comes along to replace them. Meanwhile on Normal and Hard you can have a full spectrum of who on average is statistically the best through the worst, with everything in between. And considering several “unusable” units on Maddening are at least GOOD or even better on a normal or hard run, can you really call them bad? At the very least CLARIFY you mean they’re bad on Maddening specifically instead of in general.

[convxction]

"This is why Lissa would not stop pranking people ... Big sister, please ..."

[eemoo1o-animoo]

*sighs* Grelle’s v/a did an incredible job at voicing her.

[todayisafridaynight]

Crack AU where Majima and Daigo are princesses but Majima keeps flirting with dragons and running straight into dangerous situations while Daigo keeps getting kidnapped, was pushed into his duties and some high and mighty rich society guy keeps eyeballing him

it's a nightmare in this castle none of these bitches can get a break !!!!!