To continue where this post left off, since it’s a new day.

Palpatine continues to land on occupied properties, properties he can’t afford, and cards that do not do him favors. It’s awesome.

Obi-Wan went to jail on the National Parks board, got out early, finally landed on an unowned property, bought it, and couldn’t keep it long enough to get to the next board. Because first the Ranger Hat got a “collect 50 from every player”, which meant he had to mortgage the property to pay that, and then he landed on the annual pass, and had to sell the property altogether in order to not be bankrupted by that.

(Granted, part of this is because I’m playing this game with everyone started with 200 of their board’s respective currency, and am having fun with exchange rates. Next game I will probably set up the exchange rates and the beginning accounts differently, because why not?)

It is almost 90, it’s not even 11am, and there are supposed to be thunderstorms this afternoon. Considering it was over just after 10am when I woke and checked the temperature, and it’s humid, and pretty much everywhere I’ve been between here and the ass end of the NC coast that means afternoon thunderstorms regardless of what fronts are doing?

On the other hand, these may be cold-front related thunderstorms since tomorrow the highs go back to where my air conditioning can keep up. Today? All the fans going on high to keep the air moving as much as possible, more cold packs on the floor under a towel for Jessamine, and it’s going to end up in the mid to high 80s in my apartment. Again. *whimpers*

sanerontheinside
mentioned you on a post “1, 25, 29, 30”

@morgynleri yes please, and also I wanna hear more about your plot!? *puppyeyes*

😀

So I am patently ignoring the already written beginning because nope, and I’m going to go with something that fits better with a later piece anyway. Things under a cut because it got long.


Barbossa is one pirate among many that are involved in an attack on a Spanish galley ship heading for the Caribbean, of which one passenger is a newly married daughter of Vicente de Castilla (name subject to change, ‘cause this story is a decade old this past January, and my research was very light), whose husband is the son of a fairly wealthy merchant. This is not a particularly happy marriage, either on the part of the newly wed couple or their parents, but it is convenient for the families.

Anyway. Barbossa is the one who finds her, hiding in with the horses. She promises him anything he asks if he will just leave her to hide here. He agrees, if she provides him with a token that he can use to call on that debt – which is a heavy ring that was her grandfather’s. (Oh, just one of the rings he’s wearing in the movies.)

He keeps his end of the bargain, the pirates do not entirely destroy the Spanish ship because Plot. The heroine and her unwanted husband reach their destination, and nominally settle into their new life. With an often locked door between their bedrooms because she has no interest in him, thank you.

Barbossa shows up after his ship puts in to port, and he tells her he wants a ship. She can’t personally give him a ship, but she invites him to stay the night, while she writes letters – one to a ship captain, one to her father. Also sexy times happen while Barbossa is there, because he’s polite, charming, and a bit frightening, which is exciting (something her husband is not to her). She has approximately no fucks to give about what her husband will think of this.

The ring at this time remains with Barbossa, ‘cause proof to give to her father.

Barbossa goes off to Spain to get his ship, our heroine has a massive argument with her husband, and spends the next year in a convent. Sister Salome is one of the important people there, and is not entirely human (may once have been human, but certainly isn’t now; also, Salome is the name she’s using, not the name that is hers, she won’t tell me that one). Our heroine goes back home a few months after her daughter is born, and leaves her daughter behind reluctantly. Her husband does not want the child in his house, and she’s not confident what he might do if she brings her daughter home anyway.

This does not mean she does not keep in contact, just that Sister Salome and the sisters at the convent raise Elena.

Barbossa finds out he has a daughter some six or seven years later, and finds where she is, and returns to the ship he is captain of with a boy in tow. Because Elena does not care to present as a girl anyway. He leaves the ring with Sister Salome to give back to its owner when she asks after her daughter next.

Elena keeps writing letters to her mother, though how they get between them (if they get sent, even), I dunno. All I’m sure of is that there is some continued contact that also means Barbossa is in contact with Elena’s mother. Because Reasons (I may have actually lost the story, which is sad making, but it involved Barbossa and our heroine being adorable at some point post-AWE).

Fast forward a couple or three years. Barbossa’s ship gets caught in a hurricane, and wrecked. He manages to survive and gets to Tortuga or hauled out of the water by Jack. Elena surives and gets pulled out of the water by British sailors. (Elena is about 10 at this point.)

She gets brought back to Port Royal, because everything in this universe centers around Port Royal or Tortuga anyway. Spends the next years there, grumpy and annoyed about being told she’s a girl and needs to behave like one.

Stuff goes down with Barbossa and Jack and the Black Pearl and cursed treasure. The bit at the beginning of the first movie. Elena ends up meeting Will, because hello pulled out of the ocean orphans club. She’s older than him by a few years, and thinks he’s weird for settling into the local culture, ‘cause she’s mostly Spanish, vaguely Catholic, not really a girl but also not really a boy no matter what anyone tells her, and a pirate if she has a choice.

Things in the movie happen mostly as they do in canon, with bonus cranky Elena who wants off this island, damnit. And may well be willing to hold Jack and Will at gun point to get her off it, because nope, not staying here, can’t make her, and if you’re going off to rescue the governor’s daughter, at least have the decency to offer a friend a place on the ship.

(”Friend? You don’t like me.” “Only because you’re fucking English.”)

Something, something, Elena is going to kill someone because that’s her father, damnit you English bastards.

Elena makes very rude gestures, goes home (to Sister Salome, not her mother), and goes “nope, want him back, who do I talk to?” Sister Salome sends her to Tia Dalma, because of course two non-human female deities in the same general vicinity know each other.

Whatever goes on with Dead Man’s Chest I mostly ignore because Elena does not particularly care. Unless I give into the temptation of having her run into Mr. Down-On-His-Luck Norrington and thwap him upside the head but good.

Besides, that chunk of time is useful for Barbossa figuring out this not-dead thing and reconnecting with our heroine and being all adorable.

I need to rewatch AWE to remember how I was incorporating Elena in there, because like fuck is she leaving her father’s side again now that she’s found him.

(There is also, at this point, a certain amount of temptation to do Elena/Elizabeth, just because femslash, especially after Elizabeth takes up piracy. It was not in the original plot. On the other hand, if it doesn’t show up, it’s because Elena makes rude gestures at the idea of sex at all.)

Post AWE, Barbossa possibly getting a new ship because our heroine has at this point long since inherited everything from her father, and is perfectly capable of arranging a ship for her pirate lover. Also, she’s widowed for one reason or another, and may or may not have had any children with her late husband.)

And anything that happened after AWE in the so-called canon is not my canon and I do not care, because Barbossa with his pirate daughter and Spanish Lady, and just. Yeah.

morgynleri:

This is the fourth interruption in the last hour and a half of my solitary game of monopoly. And she’s now sprawled over the board and eyeing the dice as if she’s trying to decide if it’s worth trying to play with them.

(I know where all my tokens should be and everything because I do this with a spreadsheet because otherwise doing the numbers gets overwhelming. That it helps cope with cattus interruptus is just bonus.)

And because the game as it continues has gotten amusing:

Boba Fett and Palpatine both ended up at Sequoia

and Vader bought the Dagobah Swamp, and then both Leia and Luke landed there.

This is the fourth interruption in the last hour and a half of my solitary game of monopoly. And she’s now sprawled over the board and eyeing the dice as if she’s trying to decide if it’s worth trying to play with them.

(I know where all my tokens should be and everything because I do this with a spreadsheet because otherwise doing the numbers gets overwhelming. That it helps cope with cattus interruptus is just bonus.)

Hugs for EVERYONE*

morgynleri:

*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.

Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.

*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.

Also – to everyone who has commented with a hug back, and also to all those who have added positive tags (which is, to be honest, every tag I just read on reblogs): *massive hugs to you in particular* Y’all are AWESOME!

On sleep, time, and socialization regarding the above

Ok, so there’s this post that I have reblogged twice, grumbling at the OP’s assertation about how waking up early means more hours in the day. Because time doesn’t work that way, and not everyone sleeps at the same time even if you’re able to just sleep on whatever rhythm your body demands instead of what the bastards who run the economy demand out of their wage slaves.

And I realized there’s something else that bothers me, that is not outright stated in the post, and thus is probably it interacting with what I’ve had pushed at my be socialization.

It’s the implication that people who do not get up early are lazy. That being anything other than a morning person is a moral failing, a choice made because a person doesn’t care. Not a choice made so that a person isn’t exhausted, not a non-choice made by when a person’s body goes “sleep now” and also “awake now”.

And there is no acceptable reason to not adhere to a wake-up-at-fuck-off-early (5-7am) schedule that is “normal”. Not insomnia, not body doesn’t work that way, not chronic or mental health issues, not even “but I’m on second shift, not first shift”. The only reason it’s acceptable not to use that schedule is because a person is on graveyard shift, and is awake all night. And even they’re supposed to be perky and cheerful if they’re working a 24-hr gas station/convenience store/restaurant, and the morning people come in for their coffee and breakfast.

Which. Is utter bullshit, but it’s what I kept getting when struggling to navigate the world until I had a breakdown of moving parts. That I still get, if at a remove because fuck all this, I do not have the spoons for this shit, and sod mornings, I am not waking up before 8am* even when my brain is playing nice, and 10am when my brain weasels are being particularly loud. And I’m still usually getting 7.5-9 hours of sleep, with some nights of only 6 hours, and then I take a nap the next day.

And guess what? Even if I woke up with the sun and only slept a maximum of 6 hours a night, I would still not have enough hours in the day to get things done, and I would actually be far less able to do things because I do not have the energy to do things.

*ok, sometimes my brain does a very weird thing of “you will go to sleep no later than midnight, and you will be awake just a bit after 7am every day for the next two months” and fuck if I can figure out why the hell it does that. And if that’s my normal when the brain weasels aren’t acting up, I really don’t know what to think about it.

Monday Morning Fundraising!

theotherguysride:

So most of you know by now that I’m going to school. I’m actually leaving in ten minutes, but I didn’t do my ususal Sunday fundraising post.

I’m still eeking by. I’ve managed to START at a job, but I’m in training. I’ve got some heavy duty bills coming up soon (Phone, for one!) and I’m working on keeping those handled, but I’m also asking for your help.

You’ve gotten me this far, my Angels, I’m just looking for a little further. Once I start seeing a paycheck (in about 3 weeks) I’ll be able to mostly try and support myself. It’s only going to be 20 hours a week (less, in actual time-clock reality :D) but I’m hoping to cover most of my expenses.

paypal.me/theotherguysride

gofundme.com/megangoestocosmetologyschool

Cashapp: $JazzAscending

To everyone who has gotten me this far: THANK YOU! I mean that. I’m absolutely 100% loving each and every one of you at all times. Your kindness and generosity is unbowed.

This week I’m starting in the green! I’ve been REALLY good about my comittment to my education, and continue to get by. Despite by being careful, I still have the same costs as before.

However, tomorrow I’m not going to have the money for train fare :/

Every little bit helps, and I’m genuinely grateful to everyone who donates, signal boosts, and comes into my inbox with hugs and support. I’m still trucking and making it work. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

imperialgradients:

angryrabbitgmod:

Darth Maul – Source Filmmaker

At the moment, I have financial difficulties, so any donation you make will help me devote more time to creating new posters, it will also affect the quality of my work, I hope for your support, all the best to you.

Here’s my email for PayPal donations: d.kozlov@hotbox.ru

Any donation will be rewarded, I will be grateful to every cent 😀

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