Did You Know That The Last Name Cooper Comes From The Role On A Ship For Someone Who Took Care Of Barrels??
did you know that the last name Cooper comes from the role on a ship for someone who took care of barrels?? like their whole jobs was making sure all the barrels on a ship were good enough and dismantling barrels if they got in the way and then remaking them as soon as these fucking barrels were needed! imagine being the descendant of a barrel man for fuck sake hahejenjdbf
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this is so similar to my experience as a trans guy and i have to agree. everyone seems to write the trans experience as the same all the time it’s exhausting, but i don’t want to be seen as ungrateful cause i still love reading about those trans experiences
Why is every version of trans!Reg I've seen the exact same
Like it's always the same exact thing of him coming out, cutting his hair, whacking on a binder, and then passing really easily and I feel like it only ever shows that one trans experience. Nobody talks about the transmascs who can't 'pass well' even when we try
Where's Reg keeping his hair mid-length bc he can't pull off any shorter haircuts and he'd rather look like a girl than a gremlin
Where's Reg spending half an hour on his trans tape and then looking at the result in the mirror and going 'well that's a B cup at best' because not every transmasc has a small bust
Constantly getting told his hands are so sweet and soft and having to go 'oh 😀 thanks'
Feeling good when he's done his eyeliner and lipstick but knowing he can't wear it in public and still have any chance at passing
Not being able to correct people when they misgender him bc he can't even blame them for getting it wrong and is absolutely terrified of their response
Wearing men's colognes and hoping for the best knowing it won't make a difference
Not even bothering to bind half of the time because it's so much hassle for hardly any effect
Not every trans masc has the same experience and I feel like people only ever write one version
Getting dangerously close to having a panic attack constantly, but then going ‘I could read a chapter of Howl’s moving castle’ and you’re ok again…
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There’s a certain idea that’s been on my mind for a while so here you go-
A very cursed Iliad AU
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why do people always only expect you to have one thing. one disorder one pet one gender one pronouns one name one favorite movie one crush one best friend. like why do I have an inventory limit
Moony’s birthday
Ok so I thought this fic was lost forever and then it turns out I just needed to restart my laptop and everything was fine again lol. Turns out machines need a break too. This is def some hurt/comfort shit and I’m kind of proud of it so I hope you enjoy.
Sleep was wonderful. It was a point where you could escape the worries and responsibilities of life for a while where you didn’t have to do anything except appreciate the warmth of the duvet. That is exactly what Remus Lupin was doing. Well until the covers were thrown back by his traitor husband exposing the long and lanky frame to the cold march air. That brought a stabbing pain in his chest that he was almost used to by now, almost.
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Covers yanked back and three extra bodies piled onto the small twin sized bed with similar levels of excite glee.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Mooooonnnnnnyyyyyyy” the three bodies also decided to bring their disastrously out of tune voices along with them it seemed “happy birthday too youuuuu!”
Despite the feeling of being physically crushed by his best friends Remus also felt crushed by the love pouring out of these boys and a grin couldn’t help but work itself onto his face.
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“Moonbeam, my love how are you this fine morning?” Sirius said with way to much joy and energy in his voice for 8am.
“Better if you let me sleep in you arsehole” the tawny (now greying) haired man grumbled into his pillow haphazardly searching for the duvet to pull back over his head, but soon gave up as he could reach it
“Well, this arsehole made you birthday breakfast so come on I know you hate getting crumbs in the bed” and with that the shorter man left the room with a large flourish, well a rather dramatic flick of his hair at least.
Birthday breakfast is something James thought of. Remus didn’t like presents and hated his birthday, hated the attention, but James being James needed to show his friend how much he cared.
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Stumbling down to the great hall before classes still wiping sleep from his eye Remus Lupin was joined by only two friends instead of the regular three. James was often an early riser so seeing him sat at the breakfast table wasn’t unusual. No, the unusual thing was the plate of all different goodies. Pancakes, waffles, toast, beans, sausages, bacon, hashbrowns, eggs (done every way you can), croissants, hot cross buns, crumpets and even cereal. It seems his friend hadn’t forgot a single classic English breakfast item and as Remus sat down staring bewildered at the mountain of foods the messy haired boy spoke up before he could even attempt to say anything.
“My Mum taught me to cook loads of different things like the eggs sunny side up, scrambled, poached fried. OH, and the pancakes have got chocolate chips cause you love chocolate y’know, can’t forget the chocolate sauce, I’ve also got fruit cause well its healthy. I just figured since you don’t like presents at least I can give you food, right?” the information was sort of rocketed in Remus’s general direction rather than actually spoken but that was just James.
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Remus was pulled from another memory of Hogwarts that caused that twinging pain in his left lung, by the mountain of food on the island in the kitchen. Pancakes, waffles, all the cereal boxes pulled down from the shelf, a plate of sausages and another waiting for the bacon, hashbrowns, croissants, hot cross buns, and crumpets.
Sirius was standing over the stove frying up the last of the bacon swinging his hips and humming too the intro of ‘tie your mother down’ playing through the old record player speakers sat in the corner. Remus lent against the doorway admiring the love of his life with Remus’s pyjama’s low on his hips. Sirius was beautiful, he always had been why shouldn’t Remus spend a bit of time relishing in the presence of this man. The humming had changed into Sirius belting out the words.
“GET YOUR PARTY GOWN, GET YOUR PIGTAIL DOWN, GET YOUR HEART BEATIN’ BABY”
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12th December 1976 was a cold day which Remus decided was best wrapped up in a blanket with a book, that was until Sirius and James all but tumbled through the door to their shared dorm.
“PRONGS PUT IT ON GO ON GO ON!”
“IM GETTING THEIR PADFOOT JUST-“
Remus looked up from his perch on the windowsill book in his lap forgotten in favour of the two boys excitement.
‘’What the fuck is happening?” came Remus’s confused gruff voice from the other side of the room.
“MOONY MOONY MOONY MOONY CHRISTMAS HAS OFFICIALLY COME EARLY! LOOK, LOOK, LOOK!” Sirius was practically vibrating with excitement and way to loud as per usual as he shoved the record sleeve in his boyfriends face.
“Woah. WHERE IN THE EVER-LIVING FUCK DID YOU GET THIS?” A wide excited grin joined his face too match his two best friends.
“Muggle shop,” he said flippantly “it came out TWO days ago Moony!”
“Hold on how did you get to muggle shop, Hogsmead is the only town nearby? No tell me after we’ve listened to the album, come on James how long does it take to put on a fucking record”
“Alright don’t get your knickers in a twist Moony, here” and the first notes of Tie your mother down started playing through the speakers and the three friends stood around appreciating the music.
They must’ve listen to the album twice through before Peter joined them and proceeded to complain that they didn’t find him immediately. Then they all listened through the album through another three times before discussing and then another two times. To say Day at the races was a favourite record for the marauders was an understatement.
“Wow, that might be there best album EVER” Peter announced
“Ooh making some bold claims there Wormy” came the teasing voice of James Potter
“I think my favourite song was Tie your mother down. What about you lot?” Sirius started the conversation the usually ended in arguments and harsh words thrown about whenever a new record was added to the marauders collection. “Moony?” grey eyes looked up through dark eyelashes up at the other boy. From his place in his lap Sirius got a perfect view of the birthmarks speckling the column of Remus’s neck and the different shades of brown, yellow and gold in his hair. The light from above created a halo around Remus’s head as he looked down on the dark-haired boy resting in his lap.
“Oof, Pads. A favourite? I dunno, they were all sooooo good!”
“Oh, come of it Moony you always have a favourite!” James socked foot came to knock his knee, the taller boys attention was briefly taken away from the boy in his lap. Sirius usually like to have all the attention, but he didn’t mind this one bit, getting too look at Moony will that easy smile spread across his face and watching the thoughts run over his face was a sight to behold.
“Good old fashioned lover boy” he said holding James gaze as the messy haired boy threw his hands in the air in clear frustration.
“NO! THE BEST SONG WAS CLEARLY DROWSE!”
“WHAT?! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME PRONGS” Remus lent forward and threw his hands around but quickly moved back in fear of jostling Sirius too much
“WHAT IT WAS A GOOD SONG AND I STAND BY THAT!” messy haired boy stood up with an air of finality
“Oh no you don’t get to walk away from this conversation Prongs” at the moment Remus leapt across the room, all aspects of keeping his boyfriend comfy went out the window apparently and latched himself onto James ankles toppling him to ground like a Jenga tower.
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Remus wrapped his arms around his husbands waist and plastered his chest to expanse of Sirius back while proceeding to joining with a new rendition of Tie your mother down.
“GOT MY TIMIN’ RIGHT, GOT MY ACT ALL TIGHT, ITS GOTTA BE TONIGHT MY LITTLE SCHOOL BABE!”
“YOUR MOMMA SAYS YOU DON’T AND YOUR DADDY SAYS YOU WON’T AND IM BURNIN’ UP INSIDE AINT NO WAY IM GONNA LOOSE OUT THIS TIME”
The smell of burning bacon is what knocked the couple out of their fantasy and Sirius frantically moved the pan of the heat and salvaged the bacon that wasn’t burnt. Still plastered to his husbands back Remus started shaking with silent laughter.
“Oi you wanker grab the plate and at least be useful instead of laughing at my efforts” Sirius said a teasing lilt to his voice. Moving away from the warmth that Sirius always managed to radiate was more of a chore than trying to grade 1st years essays even if he did wrap his arms back around the shorter mans waist as soon as he could.
“Y’know, I thought you were getting better at cooking didn’t Effie teach you to cook” Remus said jokingly.
“She certainly tried; you know James was always the chef” in one sentence all of their teasing had fallen, and they were left with the nasty reminder that they were alone. The two of them with their friends all lost to a war that none of them should have been a part of. The tears didn’t creep up on Remus by any stretch of the imagination, they had been waiting for the right moment to strike all morning and he had only just been holding them back.
“I miss them too, love” Remus whispered into Sirius neck where he had tucked his head.
Castling
Hello my fine friends have some fluff of Peter teaching Remus how to play chess. I always saw these two as really good friends the quite ones with the two chaos ensures. That's not to say this pair didn't create havoc they were just quieter abt it in my opinion. Any way I hope you enjoy
The Hogwarts year had started a month ago and Peter had been enjoying it so far. He was in a dorm with James Potter who was a childhood friend, Sirius Black who was loud and boisterous and Remus Lupin he was more of an odd creature quiet but really devious. You’d never expect it he kind of has an angel face that all the teachers trust, but a brain that has come up with the most mind-blowing pranks yet. He’s a bit closed off; in fact, no one really know anything about him. They don’t really know anything about Sirius either, but he is as loyal as a dog and weirdly protective of all the boys.
Peter always played chess in the common room with whoever would challenge him so far only a handful 7th years had been able to beat him and as a first year being able to beat most of his house was a feat worth bragging about. He’d even been able to beat the Ravenclaws that had challenged him, well except for Dorcas Meadows but he’s fairly sure she cheated.
There’s a few things that are consistent with the way Peter played chess, he was always 2 moves ahead, he always played black, he had certain moves he always used, and that Remus always watched him play. No matter what Remus would be there, sometimes he would hide behind a book, but Peter would notice his eyes peak over the page making sure his friend was winning other times he would be perched on the edge of his seat elbows on his knees watching the game like a lion watched a gazelle. One day the common room was unusually quiet, Remus was curled up on the armchair pulling his copy of Frankenstein closer to his face while Peter sat on the floor setting up a game of chess.
“Oi Remus want to play?” he said curiously setting the last knight in place. The sandy haired boy looked up from his book with his face looking all nervous suddenly.
“Urm… I don’t really know how to” he said gripping the books closer to him as if to hide his face.
“What?! That’s impossible you always watch me play even if you didn’t know, you’d at least know something”
“Yeah except I don’t know any of the rules somethings the short stubby things can move two places and sometimes they move diagonal, some pieces can move over pieces like that castle thing and the horses, and some can only move in directions and its all confusing at what is the purpose it doesn’t make any sense Pete. So just leave me to my book” Peter looked horrified. Not only were several things that came out off Remus’s mouth plain old wrong he also said that chess didn’t have a purpose.
“Ok that’s just wrong on so many levels. Chess helps with cognitive thinking skills, memory, imagination, concentration, confidence, and determination.” Peter made a vague waving gesture for Remus to sit on the other side of the board.
“Do I have to sit on the floor?” Remus grumbled
“Well put a pillow down if you want princess” as soon as Remus was settled on the other side of the board Peter launched into a long explanation.
“So, on the first move the pawns can move two spaces forward, but after that they can only move one space forward, they can’t go backwards, and they can only take pieces diagonally in front of them and only one space. Oh, and if a pawn gets to the other side of the board then you can swap it out for any piece you’ve lost.” The look in Peters eye was a bit frantic like he couldn’t get the words out quick enough.
“Are all the explanations this long winded and complicated?”
“Of course, Remus! Its chess not ping pong, it’s an ancient game from India that travelled across the east as a model scale of war! It’s not going to be simple you twat.”
“Let me get some parchment. I need to make notes” With nearly 40 inches of parchment filled with Remus messy scrawl about the rules of chess and the history and different names, not to mention all the benefits that Peter listed off.
“Ok do you think your ready?” Peter leaned forward, elbows on his knees hands clasped under his chin seeming to take this all to seriously, but Remus understood the rules. Mostly. He was so going to lose and for someone as competitive as Remus that was mortifying.
“Sure.”
“You start.” Remus’ hand was surprisingly steady as it moved the pawn in from of the rook two spaces. The blonde boy made a small noise at the back of his throat before moving one of his pawns too spaces in front of his bishop. Nerves were racking through Remus’ body and his hands started to sweat. A few pawns were sacrificed, and Peter had Remus rook and a bishop, but in fairness Remus had won his knight, but his king was in fear of being in check. In the end Remus had three pawns left to defend his king. Peter was looking a little better, but his pieces were scares on the board, but his king was protected by his castling move made early in the game.
“Good game.” Peter hand was outstretched over Remus’ crumpled king. Remus wiped his hands on his trousers to get rid of any lingering sweat and swallowed his pride to accept defeat in the form of a handshake. Chess became a game the two friends played regularly, but it wasn’t until fourth year when Remus finally beat him. Lets just say his celebratory dance was more embarrassing than all the loses he suffered over the years.
Roles and positions aboard the Marauder
This is how everyone fits into my pirate au marauders fic specifically on the ship, the Marauder. This took me ages so like it or go fuck yourself I'm running on no sleep and no coffee or tea or chocolate. Enjoy bestie :)
Captain (James Potter)
Elected by the crew
Charismatic
Experienced
Complete authority in battle
Leads the attack when boarding a ship
Even-tempered
Skilled with both sword and pistol
Received double share of the loot
Tactical decision maker
Quartermaster or first mate (Remus Lupin)
Second in command (most authority on the ship after the captain)
In charge of seeing the captains orders carried out
Handles day to day operations of the ship
Helps divided plunder amongst crew accordingly
In charge of discipline
Received a double share of loot
Master-at-Arms (Marlene McKinnon)
Deals with security of the ship
Fitness of the crew
Dispensing of justice
Feared and dreaded of a ships officers
Captains closest collaborator with the quarter master
Expert in the art of combat and war strategy
Internal management so in charge of organising crews plans when attacking merchant ships
Navigator or Sailing Master (Lily)
Gets the ship too its destination
Trained to navigate with stars
Determines ships latitude
Sail from east to west with ease
Longitude is harder to determine
Sailing north to south is more guess work
Crucial to the workings of a ship
Boatswain or bosun (Alice Fortescue)
Junior officers
Keeps ship in shape for travel and battle
Looks after wood, canvas, and ropes vital to swift and safe sailing
Led shore parties to restock supplies or find material for repairs
Oversees activities such as dropping and weighing the anchor, setting the sails, and making sure the deck is cleaned.
Received share and a half of the loot
Reports general condition of the ship to the captain
Experienced sailor
Cooper (Frank Longbottom)
Makes and maintains barrels
Inspects storage barrels to insure they are sound
Dismantles empty barrels to make space in limited cargo areas
Reassembles when needed
Doctor or Surgeon (Sirius Black)
Helped with diseases and wounds
Amputations often necessary to stop infections with proper medicines
Trained doctors were hard to find, and sometimes veteran sailors would serve in their stead
Serious injuries were common amongst pirates
Pirates suffered from venereal diseases like syphilis and tropical illness like malaria
Vulnerable to scurvy (caused by a Vitamin C deficiency when ships ran out of fresh fruit)
Medicines were worth more than gold
Carpenter (Regulus)
Answers to the boatswain
Ensures ships structural integrity
Fixes holes after combat
Makes repairs after storms
Keeping the masts and yardarms functional
Knowing when the ship needed to be beached for maintenance or repairs
Would have to make repairs on desert island or stretch of beach
Would use what they could scavenge or cannibalize from parts of the ship
Sometimes double as the surgeons
Master Gunner (Dorcas Meadows)
Extremely complicated and dangerous procedure
Everything had to be specific placement of the shot, correct amount of powder, the fuse, and the working parts of the cannon itself
12-pound cannon balls but the cannons range from 3000 to 3500 pounds
Skilled gunner was a very valuable part of any pirate crew
Trained by royal navy
Worked up from being powder monkeys running back and forth carrying gunpowder to cannons in battle
Master gunners were in charge of ALL cannons, the gunpowder, the shot, and everything else to keep the cannons in working order.
Leader of a small group of gunners
Four to six people needed to aim, fire, reset, swab and load.
Coordination with other gunners required
Harder on pirate ships as they rarely wanted to destroy other ships but disable them
Gunning crew
Master gunner (commander of gun crew)
First gunner (Fabien Prewett)
Second gunner (Gideon Prewett)
Loading gunner (Barty Crouch)
Wiper (Evan Rosier)
Deputy loading gunner (Hestia Jones)
Deputy wipers (Arthur Weasley)
Powder monkey (Bill Weasley)
Musicians (Pandora Lestrange)
Popular on pirate ships because of the tedious life
Help to pass the time
Having skill with musical instruments brought with it certain privileges like playing while others worked or increased shares
Sometimes taken from ships pirates plundered
Cook (Mad-Eye Moody)
Prepared food
Would rarely step in as surgeons to help with amputations
Often old crew members that have suffered crippling injuries
Rigger (Benjy Fenwick)
Rigging and unfurl the sails
In battle pull enemy vessels near enough to board
Role taken up by other sailors
Lookout (Kingsley Shackbolt)
Positioned at the top of the mainmast to alert crew of enemies, ships or land
Sometimes the role would be taken up by different sailors
Helmsmen (Peter Pettigrew)
Steers the ship with information from the sailing master
Sometimes the role would be taken up by different sailors
