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Pity Francis Crozier. Not only has he been in his wilderness years – after the breakup of iconic proto-Britpoppers James Clark and the Rosses – for long enough that the searchers are quietly giving up hope and notifying his next of kin; not only has he had to see his former frontman and creative partner, the aforenamed James Clark Ross, happily married and embarked on a critically and commercially successful solo career of his own; not only is he known for such a level of public messiness that fans have taken the unheard-of tack of blaming him, rather than Ann Ross, for breaking up the band; not only is he a bassist who sings…pity him for these reasons, yes, but most of all because he’s just released a thoroughgoingly mediocre album entitled An Act of Hubris. The advantage of an act of hubris is generally that it’s a noble failure. This is just average.
It's the early 2000s, and Francis Crozier's solo career is failing to take off. Pitchfork reviewer James Fitzjames has a few ideas about why.
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I cannot run much further, mind that we both laugh with Love by oscarlovesthesea
Fandoms: SAS: Rogue Heroes (TV)
06 Sep 2023
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“God, we should never have let you two become friends,” Seekings says then with a sigh, though there is an amused glint in his eyes, a trace of hidden delight. “I don’t know if you’re making Paddy better or worse, Jordan, but he’s got to be making you worse.”
“Actually, he’s got you all fooled,” Paddy says. For a moment, he moves like he is going to pat Augustin on the shoulder, but changes his mind mid-way, instead going wider and slamming it down on the table. Augustin’s skin tingles regardless. “Augustin looks all serious and respectable, what with all of his Sorbonne-trained snobbishness, but he is, at heart, also a bastard.”
Augustin laughs. “That is the closest you’ve ever gotten to complimenting me, Paddy.”***
About loving for the first time, or about learning to love again after your heart has been ripped out.
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- Part 2 of Little Grief
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06 Jul 2023
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I cannot run much further, mind that we both laugh with Love by
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My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest by oscarlovesthesea
Fandoms: SAS: Rogue Heroes (TV)
22 Mar 2023
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Augustin only allows himself a small breakdown, an entire day later, once they are all back in Jalo. He gives up on his restless attempt at sleep and instead slips out of the base, walking far enough into the desert that if he got shot here and now, it would probably take hours for the rest of the SAS to find him.
And then he screams, and when he keels over in the sand his screaming turns to sobbing.
When he makes his way back to base, he finds that Paddy Mayne is out as well, one leg crossed under his body and the other bent upwards, looking out at the sky.
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- Part 1 of Little Grief
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11 May 2023
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My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest by
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In the isolation of his tent, Paddy Mayne shakes himself apart with silent sobs. He does it alone; there is no one to see him cry, no one who he would trust to see him cry. Jock is dead and David captured, and for all that Paddy is willing to be mad in front of his men, he is not willing to be broken in their eyes, and so he keeps everything nicely tamped down, waiting for nightfall, and then lets himself shatter down to shards of sharp-edged glass.
Paddy, and Eoin, and Augustin, and all the ghosts that they carry.
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11 May 2023
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all the shadows that remain by
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Francis shut his eyes. At this very moment, somewhere in the module behind them, complex plasma hung in suspension inside a charged chamber—a delicate crystal lattice, ordered and pristine, a wonder not of human design and not for them to keep. The plasma crystals were an experiment only possible in microgravity. Take the chamber back to earth, and the lattice would crumple under its own weight.
He dared to look. They were not so fragile, he and James.
Eighty-six days at 17,000 miles per hour.
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- Part 1 of Earthrise