#the first fleet

[quatraine-in-c-major]

the new strain of covid arriving in australia from england

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

ARTHUR PHILLIP

ARTHUR PHILLIP

11 October 1738 – 31 August 1814

            Arthur Phillip was the first Governor of NSW, Australia.

            Phillip was born in London and started working as an apprentice with the Royal British Navy when he was aged 13. During his time in the Navy, he saw action in several wars. When there was no war, he retired on half pay and became a farmer

            In 1786 he was chosen to govern the first British penal settlement on the East coast of Australia. Phillip, who was almost 50 years old, sailed to Australia as Commander of the First Fleet. The First Fleet consisted of 759 convicts, 548 men and 188 women and 19 children. There were also 211 marines to guard the Colony with their wives and children. Phillip had staff such as a surgeon, all together there were 1,030 people. The First Fleet arrived at Botany Bay between 18th and 20th January 1788, it was deemed unsuitable for settlement. Phillip decided to explore Port Jackson which had been mentioned previously by explorer Captain James Cook.

They arrived at Port Jackson, on 26 January 1788. He named the settlement Sydney. The British flag was raised, and the settlement begun. The founding ceremony took place on 7th February.

            Phillip had a tough time in Australia, he didn’t get along well with the people around him. The conditions were poor, and the marines resented having to watch the convicts. Very few convicts knew how to farm and the soil around Sydney Cove was poor. Phillip sent for supplies, but the supply ship ended up in Botany Bay. Phillip had the rocks painted to let the newcomers know that the settlement was now at Port Jackson. The first ship arrived in June 1790, 3 years after the First Fleet left England. Phillip explored the Harbour and discovered the Hawkesbury in June 1789 and Nepean River in 1789. Parramatta was established in November 1788 as Phillip hoped it would be better soil and it became the main agricultural centre.

            Phillip wanted to leave the settlement in 1790 but was refused, his health became so poor that he left in December 1792 without permission from the English government.

            He returned to England in May 1793 and received a large pension and continued to serve in the Navy and gained the position of Rear-Admiral. He died at Bath in 1814. Phillip spoke very little of his time in Australia, and so initially England knew very little about Australia.

#arthurphillip #firstfleet #australianhistory

[martyfive]

my morning star, it’s time to go

[muffinlance]

Hi ! prompt idea : What if Zuko was armed during the first episode and was stranded with the water tribe while the avatar left with Katara and Sokka, Iroh on his trail for white lotus reasons.

Oh we are going to have us some FUN with "stranded with the water tribe", say no more.

---

Zuko was dripping, and steaming, and staring down two dozen women and their gaggle of small children, plus that old not-the-Avatar crone from earlier. They were all cowering away from him. Which was--

Good. It was good. If they were cowering, then they hadn’t noticed how steam was not flames. He wasn’t sure he could make flames, not after the arctic water he’d landed in, with that last sight of the Avatar glowing; not after surfacing under the ice pack, after swimming, after kicking slamming breaking through and his ship was gone and there was only ocean all around and

and he’d made it back to this pathetic little camp of the Southern Water Tribe, because that was the only place he knew for sure would have shelter, and he wasn’t going to die just because they were all staring at him, even if felt like he would.

Even if the old not-the-Avatar woman could probably take him, right now. But she didn’t know that.

Zuko pulled himself up, taller than her by at least a few inches, and blew steam from his nose.

“I am commandeering one of your huts,” he said. And added, because Uncle said even a prince should be gracious: “You may choose which one.”

---

She choose her own.

...The only one without children that flames might scar, or younger women to catch a soldier’s interests.

Zuko sat by her fire and determinedly started struggling out of his wet clothes and she was still in here with him--

Zuko pulled one of her animal pelts over himself, and finished fighting off his clothes. When he stuck his head back out, cheeks still reddened from what was obviously the cold, she dropped a parka on his head.

“Dry clothes, Your Highness,” she said.

The parka was much bigger than he was. He fell asleep hoping that the camp’s men were on a long, long hunting trip.

---

He woke up again. Kanna tucked her favorite ulu knife away, newly sharpened, and stopped contemplating the alternative.

---

“I am commandeering a ship,” he said.

The crone led him across the village, all twenty paces of it, to a row of canoes.

“Take whichever one you want,” she said. “Will you need help getting it to the water?”

Zuko looked at the canoes. Looked at the ocean. Watched a leopard seal, easily the size of the largest canoe, dozing just past the ice his own ship had broken through the day before. It was frozen again, a great icy arrow pointing from the waves to the village, snow already starting to cover it over.

Beyond was blue sky and gray ocean and white ice, floating in blocks like stepping stones, like boulders, like cliffsides.

There wasn’t even a hint of gray steel, or smoke. Or any land, besides what they were standing on.

He looked down at the canoes again. Somehow, they seemed even smaller.

“I, uh,” Zuko cleared his throat. “I’ll require supplies. Before I go.”

---

They... did not have supplies. Not extra ones. This didn’t stop them from trying to give him supplies, food and blankets and anything else he could think to ask for. But each blanket was a pelt hunted by someone’s grandfather, had been inked with images and stories by someone’s mother, was the favorite of someone’s husband or brother or uncle or cousin--

They couldn’t go to the nearest market to replace things, here.

And when they talked about food, about what they could spare, they kept sneaking glances to their children, who were sneaking glances at Zuko from the huts, sticking their heads just over the snowy ledges like their fur-trimmed hoods would hide them. Their mothers and aunts shooed them away, and they crept back, like barnacle-crabs. Zuko glared, and they disappeared.

“When are your men coming back?” he asked. “They’re hunting, aren’t they?”

Oh. So that was what they looked like, when they weren’t trying to hide their hate.

---

Zuko wrapped himself up in the same blanket that night. It was printed inside with fine lines and images, telling a story he didn’t know. He wondered whose favorite it was.

---

Kanna wondered how quickly he’d wake—if he’d wake—if she built the fire up with wet driftwood and tundra grass, if she had one of the younger girls boost up a child to plug the air hole, if she let the smoke draw its own blanket down over this fire child.

---

It was hard to know when to wake up, because the sun never set. So everyone was up before him, and they all had spears and clubs and—and nets, and trap lines, and snow googles with their single slat to protect the eyes from snow blindness. Zuko had seen those once, at the Ember Island Museum of Ethnography, where they’d gone when it was too rainy for anything more exciting.

Oh. They were going hunting.

“Give me that,” Zuko said, and took a spear.

The women looked at him. One of them adjusted her googles.

“I can hunt,” he scowled.

He did not, in fact, know how to hunt.

---

“Give me that,” the Fire Prince said, and Kanna almost, almost gave him her ulu. Humans, like most animals, had an artery in their legs that would bleed them quick enough.

She kept skinning the rabbit-mink one of the women had snared.

“I can help,” he said, with less grace than most of their toddlers. Likely with the skinning skills of a toddler, too. She wasn’t going to let their unwanted visitor ruin a perfectly good pelt.

“Chop the meat,” she said, and gave him a different knife. “It’s dinner.”

“...This is really sharp,” he said a moment later, looking at the knife with some surprise.

“Is it,” said Kanna.

---

Things the Fire Prince was convinced he could do: hunt (until he realized he couldn’t tell the tracks of a rabbit-mink from a leopard-rabbit apart); spear fish (at least he could dry himself); pack snow for an igloo (frustrated princes ran hot); ice fish (the prince was a problem that kept coming close to solving itself).

Things the Fire Prince could actually do: mince meat, increasingly finely; gather berries and herbs, once he stopped trying to crush them; dig roots, under toddler supervision; mend nets, after the intermediary step of learning to braid hair loopies.

“Can’t I take him ice fishing again?” asked one of the women, as she watched Prince Zuko put as much apparent concentration into braiding her daughter’s hair as his people had into exterminating hers.

“Wait,” said another woman, sitting up straight. “Wait wait wait. I just had an idea.”

---

Three words: Infinite. Hot. Water.

---

Summer was coming to an end. The sun actually set, now, and the night was getting longer, and colder. The salmon-otter nets were mended and ready. The smoking racks were still full of cod-lemmings. The children were all a little older, the women all a little more used to doing both halves of their tribes’ chores; a little more used to not watching the horizon, waiting for help to come.

The Fire Prince was staring at the canoes again.

“Are you actually going to try leaving in one of those?” Kanna asked.

“...No.”

“Come on, then; someone needs to watch the kids while the women are hunting.”

She didn’t leave him alone with them, of course. But she could have.

---

Elsewhere, the war continued.

The moon turned red, for a moment none could sleep through; they did not learn why.

The comet came and went, leaving their castaway prince laying on the beach, his breath fogging up into the night sky above him, as the energy crashed from his system as quickly as it had come. Above, lights began to dance in the sky; Zuko pulled his hood up, so none of those spirits—children, dead too soon—got any ideas about kicking his head off to be their ball.

The war had ended. The world didn’t feel any different; no one in the south would know until spring came again.

---

Suffice it to say, Sokka and Katara were not prepared for this particular homecoming.

[trenchcrows]

dude the old melbourne gaol looks so cool :(( I wanna go :(((

[beansoup3000]

Things I liked in the first murderbot book:

• This Killing Machine Fast Forwards Through Sex Scenes

• This Killing Machine is Reeeaaally Half Assing It At Work

• This Killing Machine Would Rather Cease To Exist Than Have Anyone Acknowledge That It Has Feelings

• This Killing Machine Has Friends Now (Not Optional)

• This Killing Machine Named Itself Murderbot

• This Killing Machine Has A Fucked Up Sense of Self Worth That Will Probably Come Up Again

[xskyll]

After Rei is hospitalized, Endeavor realizes he needs someone to take care of Shouto. Also, the house needs cleaning. Fuyumi helps, but she can't drive or take Shouto to doctor's appointments or things like that. He especially wants someone who can drive to take care of him because he doesn't like the idea of people gawking at his scar on public transport and spreading gossip about what happened. So he decided to hire a nanny.

Meanwhile, Midoriya Hisashi has stopped sending money to his family. Inko wants a divorce, but he won't return to Japan, so it's a drawn-out legal process for the separation to happen, and the lawyer fees are costing money. Even once they're separated, she knows Hisashi won't pay child support. As long as he stays in America, it'll be next to impossible to hold him accountable. She needs money, so when she hears the Endeavor Agency is hiring, she applies, fully expecting not to get it. She does.

Option A: She can now afford her apartment, and she drives to work every day in time to take Shouto to school. However, Izuku has come home a few times now with burns. He lies and says there's a disgruntled salaryman on the train that singes people with his fire quirk when they don't give up their spot. Concerned, she starts driving him to school. This is easy because his school is on the way to Shouto's private school. The boys just have to ride together. For nine years, Shouto and Izuku share twenty-minutes a day together in the back of Inko's car, driving to and from school. They become hesitant friends, and by UA are both in love and both just as certain it's unrequited.

Option B: Endeavor wants a 24/7 nanny. If Inko agrees to move in, he'll allow her to bring her son with her. They'll even both get their own room, and he'll pay for their food, provided Inko does the shopping and cooking. And thus, Izuku finds himself living with Shouto when they're both six. They become hesitant friends, and by UA are both in love and both just as certain it's unrequited.

[netmors]

Night art with Admiral Ma'kro and the First Syndic of the Mitth's Family - Thalias.

Later I will tell you more about their roles in the "Eleventh Fleet AU", but for now will just drop a little spicy art of this duet.

[bigmeandragonlady]

u guys want fuckable old characters? play monster hunter world

[soffecoeur]

I think I might need this reaction gif down the line

[fateofthefleet]

something about the night changing???

[2uselemon]

these arent like lifechanging but i want 2 post them anyway

[starberry-cupcake]

Jim Kirk 🤝 Chris Pike "I don't know how to read Star Fleet regulations when it comes to my First Officer"

Star Trek SNW S1E3 Ghosts of Illyria / / Star Trek TOS S2E1 Amok Time

[princesscolumbia]

100% agreed! I regularly re-read this ENTIRE series! It's how you do hard sci-fi and military campaign genre RIGHT! It's fun, it's got funny moments so you're not grinding through a horrible slog, the protag feels real even as he's hyped to be a 'larger than life' character in universe, and there's characters you're going to absolutely fall in love with and cheer for...as well as absolute jackholes that you wish would die in a fire but make the story so GOOD.

This series has so much in it that I can infodump on someone for 15 minutes and then blow their mind when I say, "...and that, by the way, is spoiler-free. All of that is in chapter 1 of book 1."

Just finished Dauntless, the first book in the Lost Fleet series by Jack Campball.

I really wasn't into military sci-fi before but I really liked it. I think it's because it's so well written and also because it takes the time to go over the realities of a military campaign instead of just being a confusing action story (in fact it criticizes that mentality in universe).

It's also just very well written. Interesting plot that makes sense, compelling characters, excellent readable prose.

Highly recommended even if you don't think military scifi is for you. I didn't think it was either.

[justjeansmain]

Here's a Hozier video you haven't seen (cause I took it).

Dude stopped right in front of where I was losing my mind so that I could never recover, very kind.

Part of Take Me To Church, at Pinkpop (Landgraaf, NL) 23/06/2024

Also here are some crappy photos taken with my shiet phone camera cause that's better than nothing still lol

Greta Van Fleet (right before Hozier too, my brain chemistry stood no chance of ever being normal)

And Hozier

Official photographer photos of that day are insane, man was looking incredible. But for a fun one: I am in this picture lol

And ofc, my face was obscured. He really does hate me 😩

[recentlylocal]

POV: you are Klára Peslarová. You have been playing in the PWHL for exactly two and a half minutes. The pink panther theme is playing.