
What if Hornblower and Jack Aubrey met when they were midshipmen

♫ three bros, chilling in the fo’c’sle, watching Hornblower shower ‘cause they’re not gay ♫
In the past two weeks I have watched The Terror, Hornblower, Master and Commander, and started rereading Temeraire. In honor of this hole that I have fallen into, I’ve made a drinking game:
Drink every time:
– There is a long shot of a ship that slowly zooms out
– Someone gets flogged
– Something terribly nautical and fascinating happens (drink twice if you have no idea what part of the ship that word refers to)
– Something homoerotic happens
– Someone drinks grog and/or gets their grog ration cut
– Someone British insists on following tradition when it is impractical, irrational, irrelevant, or outright dangerous
– Two men have an intensely emotional heart to heart while standing at attention and calling each other “Sir”
– Two men engage scathing insults by standing at attention and calling each other “Sir”
– You realize that serving in the British Navy in the 19th century was actually horrifying and pretty awful
– Someone mentions Nelson
ahaha omg okay I would fuck Horatio, for sure, marry Bush, because he seems to be a nice and practical guy, and that leaves…. oh man, sorry, Archie…. 😦
get seasick at spithead