#and one of them is tozer

[beaulesbian]

The Terror 1.10 + captain

[leadandblood]

Cold Boy close ups from Aidan Monaghan

I went absolutely bonkers over some of these and I hope you do as well, so I don't have to feel so bad

[bunnygibson]

[hacash]

Men who've built their lives on fundamental beliefs and then see those values crumble before their very eyes! Fuck yeah!

Propaganda

John Irving: You know the nice little understated moment in this scene? Irving taking off his officer's hat as a sign of respect as he goes down to the Netsilik, even though they a: wouldn't recognise it as a sign of respect and b: aren't people an English naval officer would be taught to respect. Baby had so much potential just hiding inside him and it was just starting to come out. Sniff.

Solomon Tozer: 'Be honest, hacash, you're using a picture of Tozer at his scruffiest, literally in chains, to leverage the Horny Terror Fandom vote, aren't you?' Yes. Yes, I am.

(But also I love this scene because watching a man who has fucked up realise that he's fucked up and that there's nothing he can do to change it - and using those last moments to help his friends even though it ain't gonna do a blind bit of difference - is like actual candy to me. The Sheer Anguish of making a shit choice and being stuck with it. Poetry.)

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

[jopzer]

jopzer........ good ship.

[pikslasrce]

confession i could only tell apart like. 5 guys in the terror and its crozier goodsir hickey jopson fitzjames. and the other ones i can tell apart i dont know their names 💀

[susiehunsecker-remade]

solomon tozer vs the world. hickeyvoice you have to defeat my 7 evil mutineers

[laststandx3]

what is this feeling?

[solomon-tozer]

[Nominations] Favourite scenes (by episode) from The Terror AMC: "First Shot A Winner, Lads"

As the decider poll for "The Ladder" and this week's poll for "Punished, As A Boy" do the rounds, it's time to gather suggestions for next week's poll!

Reblog to add, reblog with tags, leave a comment, or fill out the google form below, and the poll will be up in a week ^^

[suddenly-frankenstein]

warm post!expedition commission with Sol and Ned for @solittles <3

i love them sm ahhh

[effemar]

Sorry for talking about Cornelius Hickey from hit series AMC’s The Terror (2018) again but I think it’s really overlooked how Hickey serves an additional narrative purpose in his existence as a metatextual threat.

Hickey in many ways is there to be an ideological contrast to the “good” characters in the show in a way that’s really interesting. All through the series there’s this conflict between morality and survival, or as Hickey puts it, “your morals and your practicals.” Assisted suicide, survival cannibalism, et cetera. But the point is, Hickey has already resolved that internal conflict. For a lot of the other characters, this is perhaps the first time they’ve been in a genuine survival situation, where they’ve had to confront what they’re willing to sacrifice for the sake of survival. But Hickey has already been there. From before they even set sail, the stakes have been life and death. He was willing to kill someone to be on this boat. Everything else is small potatoes. As he says to Billy in one of his first crucial scenes, “there are worse things than being lashed.”

Hickey is, in many ways, perfectly suited to the landscape they find themselves in. Other characters want to get back to England. Hickey wanted to get away from England. The principles that other people hold, relics from their homeland, are what Hickey was trying to escape. And he makes a point of calling these principles into question. What’s the difference, really, between a dog and any other creature you kill for food? What makes a lieutenant better than a caulker’s mate? It’s all in your head.

And it’s not just that he resents them, though he does. He actively thinks they’re dumb! He sees principles as a weakness in other people. It��s why he’s surprised when Mr. Goodsir sees through his attempt to gather information about Silna. He thinks ‘generous’ is a synonym for ‘stupid’. It’s why he’s amused when Irving recommends watercolors, when Billy tells him he’s going to be better and not have sex with him anymore. It’s silly to him.

And to some degree he's right. We, as a modern audience, snort when Irving tells Hickey he should stop being gay and do “climbing exercises” instead. The things that seem so morally relevant and important to them are completely arbitrary. The thing is, Hickey sees killing people the same way. Why is it okay to kill people in some circumstances and not others? Tozer shot Morfin, and it was okay then! Why is it only bad when he does it? When he’s about to be hanged, and Crozier makes a point to say he caused the deaths of women and children, and an officer, Hickey ROLLS HIS EYES. Because it doesn’t make a difference to him.

And this concept is emphasized very clearly by the plot, not just Hickey. When Hickey kidnaps Silna, we as an audience know Crozier was about to do essentially the same thing. “Bring her in for questioning” is politer than “kidnap”, but it’s not like it makes a difference to her. It’s just the principle of the thing.

To be clear, I don't think this makes Hickey himself secretly right or anything. Because despite what he tells himself, he does have morals. He isn't the free, enlightened being he thinks he is, who has shrugged off the burden of England's social mores. He carries those ideas with him. He does the same thing, fundamentally, as the people he derides. The English idea of the Arctic as a place to be explored and conquered, a tabula rasa where he can start anew, free of rules and morals, is an inaccurate one. It has consequences the same as any other place, and is subject to principles, even if they're not ones he recognizes. He completely disregards the Netsilik people as a source of help not only for his own selfish reasons, but because I think he truly subscribes to the English belief in their "savagery".

He has taken an idea and mistaken it for the truth. And that belief in his own lack of blind spots, the belief that he alone is able to see the world as it really is, is ultimately his downfall. It doesn't occur to him that the Tuunbaq is anything but a sophisticated tool, let alone something that has rules and principles beyond his comprehension. It doesn't occur to him that there might be consequences for his actions beyond the immediate. It doesn't occur to him that Mr. Goodsir would choose his principles over his own life, would choose to do something that has an impact beyond himself. For Hickey, those things are unimaginable.

Anyway character of all time. Monster that eats souls, rat king extraordinaire, guy with delusions of godhood, living manifestation of hubris. Cornelius Hickey you will ALWAYS be famous.

[user2718273]

I think abt solomon tozer SO MUCH. His character revolves around what is and isn’t allowed in victorian masculinity, he has this great craving to express tenderness and care but he can only do so through certain avenues bc most caretaking is women’s work. He finds a way to do that by becoming a marine sergeant, where he can look after his men and care deeply about them and it won’t get him ridiculed (e.g. the way goodsir’s care for others does). That scene where he’s trimming heather’s fingernails and talking to him just says so so much about tozer. I think that’s when you see him the most relaxed in the whole series, that’s the thing that comes the most naturally to him. He’s a caretaker. Which makes him so much more tragic bc he’s one of the few characters with a clear calling and a passion in life that’s not related to colonial pursuits, but those pursuits end up robbing tozer of his purpose, too, bc once the expedition gets past a certain point of fucked up, there’s nobody he can really take care of anymore. There’s nothing he or anyone else can do to help. And I think that’s when he really breaks down and starts going along with hickey, bc I think the other really telling scene with tozer is when hickey holds his face. I think he follows hickey partly bc he’s fed up with the existing leadership (especially the way they’ve treated his marines, putting them on the front lines like cannon fodder, ripping his family away from him) but also bc hickey offers him the only scraps of gentleness he can still find.

I also think abt how irl tozer had a fuck ton of siblings, such that there were likely always older ones taking care of him and he was always taking care of younger ones, and now he doesn’t know how to operate except as part of a family. Also how he and edward little mirror each other with the dog motifs, cause tozer is used to operating in a pack but resorted to following a leader as the pack broke down, and little is used to being loyal to a master but was forced to become part of the pack as leadership broke down. Idk i just think about him a lot, if ur reading this pls think about him a little extra today for me <3

[leadandblood]

Hauling, Hauling, Hauling

[vomittedsoap]

How characters in AMC The Terror would drink their coffee (/morning drink)

John Franklin: Black, your grandpa's instant Kirkland brand coffee. Either that or 7/11 big gulp that smells like motor oil and piss. Owns a "world's best boss" mug but uses it as a pen cup.

Francis Crozier: black (with whiskey). Jopson makes it for him in one of those plaid Thermos or green old-fashioned Stanley.

James Fitzjames: he takes Starbucks and Dutch Bros very seriously. Big fan of a chai latte as well. Anything with cinnamon sprinkled on it. (insert Larry David Latte joke from Crozier)

Blanky: Same as Crozier but with some sugar and cream

Jopson: owns a French Press that he uses to make Crozier's coffee, drinks his with just a LITTLE sugar but a lot of milk. Also likes espresso sometimes. Drank from a simple white cup or whatever's available.

Hodgson: uses Jopson's French Press (and lost the lid one time). Adds CoffeeMate flavored creamer, pumpkin spice is his fave but hazelenut is fine. Really enjoys stupid mugs so most of the mugs on the Terror belong to him. His favorite is the Rainforest Cafe frog one.

Little: a double-quad-shot of espresso in a Solo Cup means nothing to him. But alas he drinks it anyways. Such is life. Sometimes will have a coffee in Hodgson's mug with a picture of a kitten and puppy playing on it.

Irving: insane amounts of sugar and milk, but will never admit it. One time a shipmate accidentally mistook it for his and instantly spat it out. Irving claimed he didn't know whose it was. The mug changes but says his favorite is the one with John3:16 on it (but actually he covets the Rainforest Cafe frog mug).

Goodsir: actually he's an herbal tea guy. Likes chamomile or things with rose/lavender. Brews them in a mug Hodgson gave him that had some dumb science pun on it, a gift for which he's unnecessarily thankful.

Stanley: black. No fun allowed.

Tozer: regular coffee with french vanilla creamer. Normal.

Hickey: Panera lemonade that kills you. Also takes sips from Crozier, Tozer, or Irving's drinks when they're not looking. ("if you have a milkshake... and I have a milkshake... and I have a straw; see? Watch it. My straw reaches across the room... and starts to drink your milkshake: I... drink... your... milkshake!")

Gibson: doesn't like coffee, but is a big fan of coffee-flavored things.

Collins: espresso with lead and an extra side of lead (with whipped cream)

Silna: Haznelnut latte with which to take her ibuprofin. Lord knows she needs it. Drinks from a baby-blue Stanley Goodsir gave her.

[hacash]

Not to be morbing on on main but imagine an world where after everything the crew find the passage and return to Britain, only to realise they are men who now no longer fit…victory parades and presentations where Blanky is delicately left out because seeing his amputation would ‘upset’ the audience…parties to which the officers are invited but lower ranks are steered tactfully away because they wouldn’t enjoy such formality, don’t you know…Crozier’s name is still spoken mud-tinged and with half a laugh by better-born men, who mention him as a mere footnote after lengthily eulogising Sir John...Fitzjames finally receiving every glorious accolade he ever dreamed of, only to feel it all turn to ash in his hand...Silna's part in their story both exoticized and sexualised, turning Goodsir speechless with rage whenever he hears it... Irving feeling that he has never been closer to God nor further from his fellow believers, and not knowing what to do with that...Tozer insisting on visiting the family of every Marina he ever commanded, and not realising he's been shaking from a full-blown panic attack through every visit because that would mean he's weak, and he's not, he's a soldier…Hartnell nearly killing a man for calling his brother one of the ‘honoured dead’ because he wasn’t, John Hartnell died because a greedy industrialist wanted to save a pound or two and has never answered for it... just instance after instance of men coming home and realising that something happened out there and the Empire never truly cared for them, it just wanted to eat them up and spit them back out

[disacurveball]

The Terror is both a celebration and a warning of the certain breed of masculinity which you come into as a white man. A celebration, as a trans man, as there’s so many different narratives of masculinity to follow in the show, both adherences and rejections to heteronormativities. A warning with the hubris this certain brand of white masculinity which celebrates imperialistic thinking and ultimately dooms both them and harms the indigenous people whose home they are trapped in by their own doing. The show asks, “What is a man?” But really the question is, “What is an English man?”

The performance of Fitzjames in a faux masculinity, in his pursuit of vanity he clings to it. Only in the private, authentic moment of femininity does he see his real face in the mirror, bloodied and decaying from the scars of his imperialistic persona. The resolute marine Tozer, the paragon of masculine strength, finally breaking in composure and confiding in another man who cups his face. Goodsir, the soft academic, emasculated in physical strength, is the one to point out the imperialist lie— but he too is duped about the English man. “This isn’t what we’re like.”

No, Goodsir, this is the foundations of their masculine truth— and only to question their very structure of gender itself will save them. Or at least, be a fun little read on ao3.