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[educationalporpoises]

day 6 - fascination

I like cells and microscopy and by all accounts Dr. Goodsir did too! 

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[goodsirweek]

optional prompts for this year:

nov 3: first, do (no) harm

nov 4: understanding may outweigh the surgeon's knife

nov 5: above all, i must (not) play at god

[shloodles]

ID: a digital black and white portrait of Harry Goodsir from AMC's The Terror. He is a white man with dark curly hair and thick mutton chops. He's wearing a buttoned up coat and looking into a bucket that's sloshing with sea water. His expression is filled with wonder and excitement. He is haloed by a gradiented constellation of textures, suggesting a resemblance to organisms under a microscope, or the cosmos. End ID

Imagine!

happy birthday harry

inprnt and redbubble

[holycatsandrabbits]

A Place For Us: A Terror fanfic for Goodsir Week, by Dannye Chase

Harry Goodsir/Alexander McDonald

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42803739

Harry was too close like this, working in McDonald’s sick bay. He lost hold on himself in the heady throes of simple conversation. “I wish you’d call me Harry,” he said, hearing the pleading in his own voice.

Harry knew as he said it, that he shouldn’t have. It wasn’t that McDonald would take offense, or dismiss or even deride him for it, as Stanley would have done. No, it was because McDonald would not understand the plea for what it was. Even if he offered the use of his name in return— Alexander— it would not mean for him what it meant for Harry. It would not mean I want to know you more than anyone I’ve ever met. I want to hear you say my name because I think I’ve been waiting for it my whole life. If I hear it in your voice then I will know I am real on this ship that’s so lost even the sea can’t find us.

Rated T

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[hangingfire]

I'm writing a drabble a day for @goodsirweek!

Starting today (Oct 30) I'll post one a day sometime between 8am and midnight US central time. The last one will be Nov. 5.

[an-act-of-hubris]

THE GOODSIR CHRONICLES

FOR MOD EREBUS: Celebrating the birthday of our beloved Harry DS Goodsir 11-3-1819.

The Goodsir Chronicles: A Universe In Which Jane, Harry and Robert Encounter the Mythological and Supernatural

From Mod Terror:  Story 2 Part 1: “The Selich Girl and the Pearls of the Maighdean Mhara Queen”

My dear sister Jane loved fairy stories, legends and ghost tales.  She had a wonderful sense of the otherworldly which she loved to share with Robert and I from the time we were wee.  Of course, she was told repeatedly by my father to refrain from doing so.  Being raised in a household of science and Christian faith, we all held both ideals very dear.  But Jane had a bit of an obstinate streak to match her sense of the fantastical and she would still secretly tell us these yarns any time we were out of earshot of the others.  Her accounts excited something within the three of us which must have opened our minds and hearts to the possibility that these fabled beings could exist in our current natural world.  That’s the only way I can explain the transcendental experiences we three encountered throughout our lives.

November was always one of my favorite times of year, not just because my birthday fell early in this month and I couldn’t wait to see what wonderful gifts my family would surprise me with but also because November is when the Grey Seal pups were born and could be seen on the rocks around the Firth of Forth where I lived.  Unlike the Harbour Seals who’s pups are born in the summer months and can swim from the time they are born, the fluffy white Grey Seal pups were stuck on land for at least a month.  Normally every year in November, my older brothers would take me out to find the pups and John would teach me how to identify the different seal species and I would practice drawing them and we would have such a lovely time.

It was just after my eleventh birthday.  Both my older brothers were preoccupied with their studies and were frustrated with my impatient pestering to go to the firth with me.  John apologized and passed me a very well worn copy of “Invertebrate Fauna of the Firth of Forth” and told me to go out and search the tide pools and identify and draw anything interesting. So, with a new sketch book and Cumberland graphite pencil my mother had gifted me, I set out with my younger brother Robert and sister Jane to walk the coastal trail between our home town of Anstruther and the neighboring town of Crail. My hope was to find and sketch the seal pups along with the creatures of the tide pools but I would never have imagined that I would find much more than that.

It was a lovely fall day with a mild breeze and lots of golden sunlight twinkling off the gentle waves.  Ahead of me, Jane was merrily telling an enraptured Rob a story about a sailor and a maid of the sea while I sauntered along with my hands in my pockets, keeping a wary eye out for my desired marine mammals.  We saw peregrines hunting along the shore line as well as some harbour porpoises playing in the firth.  In the tide pools, we spied sea anemones, sponges and a bright red sea slug.  A delightful hermit crab skittered about the rocks and ended up in Robert’s pail to be brought home later and added to the menagerie we kept in our rooms.

We were nearing The Coves when we heard a ruckus of high pitched yelps and barks.  There on the rocks was a seal unlike any I had ever seen before which was helplessly caught up in a large fishing net.  Every twist and turn the flippered mammal attempted to make to free itself only ensnared it further.  

“Oh Harry, we have to help the poor creature,” pleaded my sister knowing full well I would never leave another living being to its fate if it could be helped.

“Everyone be calm and move slowly,” I replied. My sister began to hum a lullaby  soothingly as I searched around for a stick with which to keep the seal at bay if it should decide to be aggressive towards us.  “Bob, you stand back and give warning if it looks like the beast will lunge for us,” I instructed. I handed him my drawing implements and John’s book and he stood a keen eyed sentinel.

The seal, fearful of us and tired of its struggle, stopped thrashing for the moment to eye us warily.

“It’s alright,” I said softly, “were not going to hurt you, we want to help.”  I locked eyes with the creature and was surprised at the shockingly ice blue irises.  The seal lay very still almost daring not to breathe but watched me carefully.  With a small knife from my pocket, I started to cut away at the net.  I found that one of the flippers was caught painfully in part of the netting but I made quick work of it and in a short time the seal was free.  

“There now, you’ve been saved,” laughed Jane, “ Harry is your hero!” She gave me a winning smile full of admiration.

The seal looked from Jane to me and continued to lay there as if it was unable to decide what to do.  It was then that I noticed the beautiful silver-white coat with a mottling of black about the ventral side and over the bridge of the nose. I motioned for Robert to bring me my sketch book and hurriedly set about drawing the facial features and spot pattern before it decided to head for the sea.  This was definitely no Halichoerus grypus nor was it a Phocina vitulina.  I almost trembled with excitement at showing John my important new discovery.

After a short time, the seal let out a bark of thanks, then turned and ambled its way back over the rocks to dive into the waves.  It disappeared for a while but then I spied its small head bobbing up and down in the frigid waters as it gave me a last scrutinizing look.  I waved and it took its leave.  And that was that for my valiant moment with the seal, or so I thought.  

We continued on to the Caiplie Caves, or The Coves as we locals called them.  It was a great place to play at pirates and mermaids which we did quite happily for some time.  Robert pretended to be the ruthless pirate captain while Jane was a captured maid of the sea and I was all the characters Bob wanted to command including the luckless sailor who had to walk the plank and the feckless first mate who obediently had to dig a hundred holes with his stick to find the hidden treasure.

I was standing atop the hill behind the caves pretending to be on look-out for the dreaded British Navy and getting ready to switch roles and become the fearless Captain Marryat who would vanquish the privateers and save the mermaid when I spotted a pale figure coming towards us.  It appeared to be a girl around Jane’s age with long silver-white hair.  She seemed to be limping and except for something she held to her chest, she was in a complete state of undress, much to my astonishment.  I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I modestly looked away, then clambered down the hill to alert my siblings.

We decided to send Jane out to meet the unclothed stranger and after a time Jane returned to the cave with the girl wearing Jane’s over-coat and tenaciously clutching what looked like a pelt to her bodice.  Her eyes were the lightest blue I had ever seen.

“Harry, Robert this is Moira,” Jane began, “she is a selich.  In fact it was she you rescued from the net earlier today.” Jane’s eyes sparkled brilliantly as she told us this news. 

My eyes wandered from the pelt to the girl’s left wrist and I saw a rope burn where the net had entrapped her flipper.  Once, Jane had told us a story about a selich which had been tricked out of her fur and made to marry a fisherman but who escaped back to the sea when she found her coat.  My hand went instinctively to my pocket to rub the lammer bead I kept there which had been given me by the Ghillie Dhu in the forest some years ago as protection against the fae.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you,” said Moira in a small, quiet voice. “You rescued me once today and I can see through your eyes to your soul that you are good.  I’m in terrible danger and I need your help.” Moira gave me that same icy gaze from earlier and I shivered.

“What kind of trouble,” I whispered, “how can we help?”

“I’ve stolen a magical talisman from the Queen of the Maighdean Mhara to save my people and she will stop at nothing to get it back.” Moira drew one of her closed fists out from her pelt and when she opened her pale hand we could see a delicate string of glowing pink-white pearls.

I looked at my siblings...Robert had a look of wide-eyed surprise but Jane had a look of pure bliss...in one afternoon she had learned that both selkies and mermaids were real!

To be continued..............

[honorbright]

and here are all of my goodsir week fics in one place! one macca/goodsir fic, three stanley/goodsir fics, and one collins/goodsir to close us out. all are smut fics, and heed the tags on them too

[ohveda]

Here's my fic for Goodsir week! I tried to hit several of the prompts, but I'm posting it today because "sex toys" is particularly relevant.

Title: For valuable medical study (and occupation, perhaps) Author: rubyofkukundu (ohveda on tumblr) Characters: Harry Goodsir Pairings: None Warnings: None Spoilers: None Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: 2315 words Summary: Therefore, when Goodsir found himself in London, a city where he was known not at all and he soon to embark on a long journey, what better aid for his continuing study than to seek out a seller of those items which can be used in place of three fingers: those items which are in shape anatomical and in composition polished ivory.

[goodsirweek]

couple of announcements!!

1. since goodsir's birthday falls on a friday this year, i'll only be hosting the event for the weekend (nov 3rd - 5th)!

2. sadly kitsey is unable to help with graphics for this year, so if you/someone you know would like to co-mod please reach out!

[goodsirweek]

Hello and welcome to Goodsir Week! Dedicated to our favorite Scottish assistant surgeon/naturalist.

This account is run by Berry (@blue-bismuth / @honorbright), with our (upcoming) Twitter account being run by Kitsey (@smallwifery on twitter), who also made the lovely graphics for this event.

If you need additional inspiration, we also have optional prompts, as well as an AO3 collection for written works (linked in the reblogs). Make sure to take a look at our rules as well.

Any questions? Send us an ask!

Hope to see you then, and make sure to tag anything you create with #goodsirweek so we can share it! 🦀

[educationalporpoises]

day 5 - modern AU

I had no time to do the prompt justice so have some sketches from last week of a modern AU harry who’s a tired med student that likes rock and has a giant dog. 

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[educationalporpoises]

day 3 - family

idk I just think a lot about the Goodsir family history as doctors and how much they contributed to medicine and science

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[goodsirweek]

accidentally forgot (again) (yes i know) to reopen the goodsir week collection, so if anyone wrote fic and couldn't add it before you should be able to now!

[educationalporpoises]

day 7

just wanted to draw something cute and simple for the last day. wow I am very surprised I did the whole week. I think this is the first challenge type thing like this I’ve completed since 2019(?). It was fun. 

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[educationalporpoises]

day 4 - guilt

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[goodsirweek]

Goodsir Week is here!! Your prompts for the day are "there is wonder here" and "monsterfucking." Tag your stuff with #goodsirweek so we can find it! 🦀