#pug geeks out

[lordofhunger47]

Stan Who?

“Should one of us pretend to be a ghost?”

“Stanley…”

“OR! One of us can pretend to be a zombie and THEN! together we do that famous dance from the 90s with some outdated disco cloth_”

“STANLEY!”

“What!? At least I don’t wear a coat like I’m going to someone’s funeral!”

Ford rolled his eyes at his twin brother’s antics as they walked toward their other brother’s house, Shermie pines. Truly even in something as serious as telling their brother that not only his deceased sibling is alive, but also he pretended to be the other, his twin finds a way to make him forget about the incoming storm momentary.

After the Weirdmaggedon, the older Pines Twin decided to go on a trip with their boat together sailing around the world as they dreamt of when they were kids;however, they met with… complications concerning their identities during their travels.

First of all Dipper and Mabel’s parents for all they knew have sent their kids to Stanford not Stanley, secondly Shermie for all he knew the real Stanley died in a car crash and not least of all, people kept mistaking one to the other.

Ford found out about it to his irritation when he once tried to travel to a state before learning that his brother, even when he had… ‘burrowed’ his name, has managed to make himself banned to numerous states, since then he never let his brother live that out.

A Few months ago, On a deck near Portland…

 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT YOURSELF BANNED WITH MY NAME BY TRAFFICKING PUGS!? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!?!?” Ford shouted in outrage over the phone as Stan cringed and nearly got deaf by the sheer volume.

 

Or like that time when Ford got kidnapped by gangsters for believing that he was Stan, while Stan got kidnapped by some extra dimensional aliens thinking that he was Ford.

 

A month after the pug fiasco…

 

Somewhere in Columbia…

“Again I’m telling you, you have mistaken me for my twin!” Ford said in exasperation as he was rope to a chair in a deteriorated room in front of a dirty weared Columbian man with a shaggy beard, who he later finds out that is secretly a fan of Ducktective.

“You think you are being funny american? I watched a show with the same plot twist, if you are trying to con your way out, at least be original!”

“Gaaaaah!” this time, Ford groaned in exasperation

Somewhere else…

“You will tell us where your Quantum Destabilizer is!” BANG sound on a table Said a tall humanoid green bug with red eyes in front of Stan who is in handcuffs in what looks like some sci fi-scifi place with all the weird and alien tech geeks dreams about.

“Look gu-bug or whatever, you have mistaken me for someone else, I’m just a honest business man, I’m innocent!”

“You are anything BUT innocent!” The bug shoved a tablet with a picture of a wanted poster to his face, which had the picture of an Amphibian that for some weird reason wore Ford’s coat.

“Wait wait, sorry, wrong poster” quickly the alien did some changes in his tablet “I meant THIS!” this time shoved the tablet with a wanted poster of Ford’s face on it with a list of crimes, some of which includes:

Possession of an Infinite dice

Having more fingers than anyone That’s a hate crime!

Associating with a wanted drunk sociopathic criminal  Puff, you have a thing for psychoes, Sixer!

Stealing valuable materials

Teaching maths  Okay, now this is just ridiculous

Starting a revolution and overthrowing a government  Now THAT’S something!

Secretly having a relationship with a royalty  OHOHO!Never thought you had it in you!~

Rubbing an interstellar casino  Not so different, are we Poindexter?

And the list continued, “What do you have to say, milk drinker!” the alien bug spoke in a accusive tone.

“...I know I should be annoyed, but I feel too proud. “ Stan replied with almost teary eyes due to how proud he was of his dear brother. 

 

Needless to say, that was the last straw. So, they decided to change their official names back. It took some bribing, threatening with a blaster and brass knuckles and fake and real documents, yet they managed to return their original names.

Now they are in the hard part of their work, telling the family about.

Obviously, they couldn’t just tell them that Ford got stuck in the multiverse for the past 30 years or mention any of the weirdness, so they made an elaborate made-up story about Ford being involved in some government project and him getting isolated in a room for a long time in coma due to the radiations he absorbed, hence why he wasn’t shown for so long. The hard part is explaining why Stan pretended to be Ford for the past 30 years and for the sake of convenience, they chose to do this gradually starting with Shermie.

“In case you may have forgotten, this is no time for pranks!” Ford uttered.

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t plan to give Shermie a heart attack. At least I’m not the guy who is wanted in 9000 dimensions for stealing.” Stan stated in a humorous tone.

“That was only for science and finding a way to end Bill!” Ford protested.

Somewhere in the multiverse, years ago…

 

“Weee are the champions, my friendsss and weee’ll keep on fighting ‘till the ennnnd~”

Ford sang as he was walking inside of an ancient tomb, while casually doging the traps.

 

Back to the present…

“PUFF! That’s nothing compared to the list of other stuff I saw, Admit it Sixer, you love being a bad boy!”

“I don’t call being lost in the multiverse as a fun time.” Ford told Stan, blandly.

“Yeah, it wasn’t all fun during my younger days as a con-artist either, Still it seems to me that I have a competition in being the black sheep of the family!” Stan let out chuckles.

Ford wanted to protest, but there was no time as they became closer to Shermie’s home which was in an urban area with a small garden area with not much remarkable characteristics, other than having an old sense of fashion and look like a typical Grandfather house.

“Are you sure it is wise to start with Shermie?” Ford inquired.

“Trust me, he may be a bit cranky but he is a softie; besides, better him first than the kids’ parents.” Stan shuddered, let’s just say Dipper and Mabel’s mother can make even Manly Dan flinch with her gaze and probably used to be an interrogator, as for the kids' father? Not as bad but not good either.

“Fine, but remember we do this subtly.” Ford replied.

“Just let me do the talk.” Stan assured Ford.

When they reached the house, as they planned, Stan pushed the ring of the door, while Ford hid behind the door. Footsteps have been heard which clearly were the sound of Shermie’s walking as then, the door has been opened with the puzzled look of Shermie Pines.

“Stanley? What are you doing here?” asked the confused Shermie, though he didn’t shared the same womb with Stan and Ford during the birth at the same time, he had some characteristics of them combined with their father such as a grey hair with almost the same colour as Ford, their father’s nose and having an almost rectangle like head, with some differences like white lines on his hair.

“Hi ya sport! I have a surprise for you…” to Ford’s surprise Stan grabs him and brings him over “GUESS WHO AIN'T DEAD!” Ford tried to smile nervously. That's not subtle at all! Ford thought anxiously.

After a minute of silence as everything sat still with just the sound of the birds, “WHAT!?” Shermie’s exclamation interrupted the birds' peaceful activities.

“BUT_WHA–”

“And that’s not just that! See the fingers?” Stan forcefully brought Ford’s hand. “He is the REAL Stanford, and I’M THE one and only Stanley! Not that geek I once punched by the way!” 

“BUT- you had your extra fingers removed!”

“All part of the prank!” Stan commented as he grinned What in the name of Axolotl are doing!? Ford thought in panic.

 

“But I saw your scars!” Shermie objected.

“ALLL made up! Real man isn’t afraid of doing some self-inflicted scars! Totally wasn’t by accident!” Stan refuted Shermie’s reasoning.

 

“Accident?” Ford questioned Stan.

“Bu-wha-hu?” Shermie kept babbling as his expression kept being erratically contorted.

“I think you broke him…” Ford said in warry.

“Wait for it…” Stan noted, except the reaction Shermie did was not what he expected as he expected him to cry.

Minutes past until “I-I-I’M GONNA MURDER ALL!” Shermie declared as his face changed to anger and suddenly moved toward Stan.

“Okay That’s not what I-GRKKK” Stan failed to finish as Shermie hold his throat by one of his hands, Ford tried to react but then Shermie with his other hand ramped around Ford’s throat.

“YOU BASTARD! HOW LONG YOU’VE BEEN IN THIS CHARADE!?”

“Since the-gkk- 30 years ago?” Stan state with a shy tone.

“30 YEARS!? YOU’VE BEEN FOOLING AROUND FOR 30 GODDAMN YEARS?!” Shermie’s grip on Stan got tighter to his discomfort.

“GRkK-Ford help!--” Stan uttered to Ford as Ford fearfully moved his head in a sign of Nope.

“AND YOU!” Ford winced at Shermie’s voice.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!? BUSY STALKING THE LOCH-NESS MONSTER!?” 

“We can explai-GK!” Shermie’s hold on Ford has become stronger when Ford tried to reason.

That was when they realized they were screwed.

 

One explanation and tough playing later…

“GAH!” 

“YAHOO!”

What was heard was the exclaimed sounds of Ford and Stan as cold water was showering them from Shermie’s pipe, no need to say they weren’t enjoying this.

“I can’t believe all this time my grandkids instead of being under the wing of the well-educated brother of mine WERE learning pickpocketing from MY CONMAN OF A BROTHER!” Shermie remarked in a furious tone, his face has gone red.

“Look, I get that you are mad-YYEH! TOO COLD!” Stan again got attacked by an onslaught of a cold watery pipe.

“MAD?Nonono, I’M BEYOND FURIOUS!I knew you were a conman but petending to be your twin for decades? That's low, even for YOU!” Shermie retorted in anger, after which he turned his gaze to Ford.

“AND YOU!”

“AAAAH!” Ford moved his hands defensively to block the attack, except that didn't happen.

“DON’T THINK YOU ARE OFF THE HOOK! EVEN BEFORE THIS, YOU RARELY VISITED BECAUSE “Oh my research is so important! Only I understand the integrity of sasquatches' feet on mud and their mating season!, the universe revolves around me! I'm the chosen one to bring balance!” Well, thanks to you both I just broke one of my pots so either you both pay for it or I WILL HAVE BOTH OF YOUR ASSES PADDLED MERCILESSLY!” They cringed at the retort as Shermie shut down the pipe and started walking furiously toward his home, leaving both Stan and Ford wet like sewer rats.

“....Well it could have been worse.” Stan said in a joking tone to alleviate the atmosphere, only to receive a glare from Ford.

“Next time… I will do the talking!” Ford noted to Stan as Stan looked a bit embrassed.

 

A few days later in piedmont…

“And that’s how we managed to reconcile with your Grandpa!” Stan announced to the live video of Dipper and Mabel who were currently in school from a computer.

“I wish it could have been less intense… still…I’m glad you all managed to get along!” Mabel retorted, being the twin who always sees the bright side.

“But wait, what about our parents? How did that go?” Dipper quiz, Always being the curious twin.

“Well, It was a bit heated but I managed to manage the situation before it escalated.” Ford answered.

“So no worries, your Grunkles are going to be jussst fine!” Stan reassures them, only for him to jinx it as the door of the room violently opens.

What they met was the outraged gaze of Dipper and Mabel’s parents as they looked particularly at Stan, the mother having the scariest gaze Stan ever saw as she sent chills to him from her cold fury.

“Care to explain THIS?” The resentful mother brought a phone which had the video of Dipper in his werewolf suit as girls were dropping money on him back in the Mystery Shack. Apparently one of the girls took a video of it and posted it on her account.

“Well gulping it’s a funny story…” Stan tried desperately to look unsuspicious, which failed as the mother’s cold gaze made him squirm from finishing it.

Ford let out a groan, knowing their fate had been sealed, This couldn't get any worse...

“Oh Hi mom, dad!” Mabel shook her hand in a gesture of hello “Did Grunkle Ford tell you that he gave me a crossbow?” Dipper facepalmed at his twin as the parents shrieked in rage at Stan and Ford.

This is going to be a LOOONG day Stan thought as he and Ford were being chewed alive by the angry couple.

Note:This my first crack fic, so constructive criticism is welcomed.

By the way, I secretly made references to two brands and made mentions of Journal 3, catch them if you can!

#crack fic #fanfic #fanficiton #gravity falls fanfic #gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls #stan pines #ford pines #drama #comedy #my fanfiction

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[mellicindi]

Rating the Scum Villain cast by how UwU they are

If a character has a low rating, it doesn’t mean I don’t like them. It just means they lack that certain je ne sais quoi, that ineffable essence, that makes a true UwU baby. Let us begin.

Shen Qingqiu/Yuan - Has his moments. Geeking out over monsters and getting excited about Binghe’s love life helps. More UwU than he himself realizes. Still, he’s pretty sarcastic and mentally resilient, which is not very UwU of him.  4/10

Luo Bingmei - Ah, now here is a quandary: is a character still UwU if their UwU-ity is a carefully calibrated act? In Bingmei’s case, I argue yes. He only acts that way to get senpai shizun to notice him, because he had to ASK how to woo his crush. And he’s so good at it that it WORKED. Plus, not all of his tears are fake, and the little white lotus is still in there. A solid 8/10

Luo Bingge - Now, as ruler of the world and mass-murderer extraordinaire, he has a lot going against him right out of the gate. Still, he has his horrifically woobifying childhood working in his favor, and wanting to be coddled by shizun in the extras earns him another point. He could have been highly UwU, but alas, fate did not favor him. 3/10

Liu Qingge - This man would not be caught dead being UwU. Values battle above all, the strong and silent type, beautiful and resilient in equal measure. That said, he spent years hopelessly pining after a clown that doesn’t know emotions exist. 2/10

Liu Mingyan - This girl had her shit together from the beginning. Truly a high-mountain flower. Also the strong and silent type. And not only that, she knows what she wants to see in the world and writes it herself. Respect. 0/10

Yue Qingyuan - Ohhhhh boy. Yeah, he’s UwU. Like, both the kind of UwU that makes you pity him and also the kind of UwU that makes you want to punch him. Being a sect leader knocks him down a notch, but you just know he’s constantly moping around like a kicked puppy. 9/10

Ning Yingying - Perhaps the clearest vision of UwU at the beginning of the story, but she grows out of it. Would probably use it to troll people in a modern AU. More OwO than UwU. 5/10

Ming Fan - Kinda cute in the way a pug is cute. A jerk at first, but very loyal and only wants to make shizun and Yingying happy. 4/10

Shang Qinghua - There’s a reason fandom sees him as a hamster. IDK if it’s canon that he’s super short, but I’m gonna run with it. Survives by the power of pity and pity alone. Still, he’s pretty money-savvy and while not exactly conniving, he doesn’t have that wide-eyed naivete necessary to push him to the top. 7/10

Mobei-Jun - Intimidating, quiet, trusts no one. Still, there’s a thread of sadness and longing for acceptance that could be qualified as UwU. 3/10

Sha Hualing - Tries to act UwU, but isn’t very good at it. Takes too much glee in violence. Gets a point for being Bingmei’s belabored employee. 1/10

Gongyi Xiao - The UwU who died too sUwUn. A good boy. Trusting, helpful, innately kind. Doesn’t have the self-deprecation and longing for attention that would push him up, but still a solid 7/10

Zhuzhi-Lang - HERE’S THE ONE, BOYS!! Truly a paragon of UwU. A lost puppy snake helplessly loyal to anyone who shows him kindness. Has just the right amount of self-hatred, and just the right amount of naivete. Super cute. A perfect 10/10

Tianlang-Jun - Surprisingly UwU! A romantic at heart, takes care of his nephew, horrifically betrayed and imprisoned. (I don’t know why that’s UwU, but it is.) Obviously a little too powerful and intelligent to measure up to Zhuzhi-Lang, but a valiant showing from our demon papa. 7/10

Shen Qingqiu/Jiu - Ok, here’s the controversial one. Hear me out. Points in favor: self-loathing, traumatic background, seeks more comfort and validation than he would ever admit. Points in contention: prideful, clever, cynical. But he has a certain flavor of pathetic that is quite UwU. There is also something deeply UwU about getting your limbs ripped off and rotting in prison while the only man you’ve ever cared for dies for your sake. If this man had harnessed the power of his innate UwU, he could have been incredibly powerful. Alas, he chose to become a child abuser. 4/10

Didn’t include every character, but I think I hit the highlights. Feel free to disagree - wanna hear everyone’s takes!

#svsss #scum villain #cursed post #UwU ranking

[eliomoons]

I just watched The Mitchells VS. The Machines on Netflix, and hooooolyyyyy heck.

There is so much to unpack in this movie. I won't spoil it because it's too good not to watch it and find out for yourself, but I will talk about the premise and some of my favorite parts to get you interested! :D

First of all, the premise is so quirky but still incredibly captivating. Katie Mitchell comes from a family of 'weirdos': She's a film geek, her brother's a dinosaur need, her dad's really into the outdoors and her mom is overly passionate about having a perfect family. They have a pug named Monchi and are quite dysfunctional in the beginning.

The plot begins when Katie is accepted into film school, the place of her dreams. She's so excited to leave home to be with 'her people' because her dad never appreciated her love for art and film. In an attempt to patch up their relationship, Richard Mitchell cancels Katie's flight to California and organised a road trip instead. Katie is furious, but doesn't really have a choice.

Meanwhile in Silicon Valley, a line of robot products are released by a company known as Pal, which is basically Apple in this universe. The robots obviously turn evil — what else are they gonna do — and attempt to eradicate the human race. It’s up to the Mitchells and their painfully dysfunctional family to stop them, and they might just be successful.

Now for the ✨gay✨

If that wasn’t enough to get you interested in the story, let’s get into the representation in the movie.

It may only be mentioned for a few seconds in the entire two-hour long film, but it’s definitely a step in the right direction. Throughout the movie, Katie wears a red hoodie with a rainbow pride pin on it and large lightning earrings.

Here she is, pins and short nails in all her glory!

If that wasn’t enough to convince you, there’s canon evidence of her in a wlw relationship.

Read this quote from whattowatch.com:

Fortunately, all of the signs pay off toward the end of The Mitchells vs. the Machines after the Mitchells have successfully saved the world from being overtaken by robot overlords and is happily enjoying her first semester of film school. Her mom (Maya Rudolph) blurts out, “Are you and Jade official?" "And will you bring her home for Thanksgiving?” Boom. Affirming validation of Katie’s queer identity.

The clear LGBTQ+ representation in the movie is just a great addition to its overall style and feel. It’s full of quirky, comedic scenes while also touching on important topics like family relationships and the dangers of technology as well as its benefits. Everything about this is great, and I highly suggest you check it out!!

TL;DR: The Mitchells VS. The Machines is a wonderful animated movie about family relationships and with queer representation and a good sense of humour. You can watch it on Netflix and it deserves more hype than it has now. Go support it!!

#the mitchells vs the machines #netflix #movie recommendation #I wanna cosplay Katie Mitchell so bad #she's so cool #don't even get me started on Eric and Deborahbot #this sparks joy #gay #queer #lgbt rights #lgbtq representation #I just realised cosplaying Katie could be an excuse to buy a pride pin #I'm gonna go feral on my dad to buy one now

[aion-rsa]

The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 22 Review: The Last Barfighter

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This The Simpsons review contains spoilers.

The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 22

The Simpsons Season 32, episode 22, “The Last Barfighter,” is a perfect mix. It’s got secret societies, booze, and a big, old, ugly head. Since time immemorial, this unholy trinity has come through for the series. The Stonecutters cemented the dank and seedy underground of Springfield into the minds of the series’ fans. The Olmec relic of Xtapolapocetl proved even Mr. Burns could be gracious. And, of course, alcohol is the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.

“You’ll never believe what they laid on me tonight: Crappy marriages, crappy jobs,” Moe says as he sits on what we discover is his usual stool. Even bartenders need bartenders, and when Moe needs to unwind and throw back, he’s got a mixologist who’s got his back. Ian McShane’s Artemis is the bartender’s bartender, it is immediately apparent. Before Moe even pulls off his helmet and bellies up at the bar, we’d like him to pour us a drink.

Moe belongs to “something bigger than himself, and super weird,” another winning combination. He drinks at The Confidential, a secret club even speakeasy regulars couldn’t get in at the time. Members don’t have a special knock. There are no peep-holes. They need a special key. This is ancient. It is exclusive, historic, and they only serve the usual. They live by a sacred code, and this is the place where someone will “listen to the listeners.” It makes it sound so noble, you almost want to buy one of Moe’s pickled eggs.

But it’s a crystal skull which binds the story. Krusty cancels his show after his afternoon animal entertainment escapes in the studio, endangering dozens. This leaves the clown to drown his sorrows in tongue at the local deli, and Bart and Milhouse with useless tickets. They go into Pedro “Bumblebee Man” Chespirito’s Noches de Abejorro show, a Spanish-language almost-equivalent to Krusty’s show, and Bart keeps his cool long enough to win the coveted Calavera Gritando, or Screaming Skull.

The head is designed to look like a relic of the Day of the Dead, the 3,000-year-old Meso-American ritual honoring deceased loved ones. It is really a knockoff of George Clooney’s knockoff tequila Casamigos, which he “accidentally” founded. I always imagined while drunk on the tequila, which brings us to Carl. He’s an inventor, and a pretty good one, but he’s never filed a single patent. We are always getting fascinating tidbits about Carl and Lenny. Though it was even more revelatory to learn Barney got fired from the AutoZone for huffing floor mat cleaner.

Homer recognizes the skull immediately, at least enough to know it is filled with a tequila superior to all other mezcal. Homer has always wanted to drink something “fancy enough to come in a bottle that doesn’t look in a bottle.” But Bart won’t give it up, and Marge sides with her son. Bart says he’s going to “save it for high school,” which is encouragingly diabolical. He’s going to be just like his dad. You can almost hear “Cat’s in the Cradle,” it’s so touching.  But it sets off a classic comedy duel. Bart taunts Homer relentlessly, antagonizing him with the forbidden elixir, even dedicating the song “Tequila” to his beloved father during morning drive-time radio. The punchline lands so hard, it sets off the airbags on Homer’s car. Even Lisa pretends not to know her father, that’s how effective it is.

Thus is the curse of the Screaming Skull. Soon, even the Calavera Gritando is tormenting Homer. Urging him with taunts he is “too weak to drink me.” Homer finally cracks, he “may not speak Spanish but I know when a talking skull is talking to me.” We know we’re going to see a Raiders of the Lost Ark parody long before it happens, but it is happily surprising to see how Homer replaces the weight of the skull.

The sequence at Moe’s bar is funny and moving. Moe-centered stories are usually among the best of the secondary character pieces in the series. He has such depth, Lisa once dubbed him a poet. He certainly is a tortured soul. Even the glasses he breaks out to drink from the skull are Iranian hostage commemoratives. When he comes to the other side of the bar and says “So this is sitting,” it condenses a lifetime of upright crouches. When we hear the barflies tell Moe “You’re not our bartender, you’re our friend,” we are touched. When we hear the skull declare “You fool, you’ve ruined a man’s life, and now begins his slow descent into hell,” we’re relieved. Because, from this moment, the entire episode builds a palpable sense of suspense.

We come back when Moe is remembering what happened 12 hours earlier. A time when he was just one of the drunks on the street, instead of putting them there. The sequence of the revelries includes amusing diversions like getting a group photo-booth picture with the skull, and a team teeth-whitening session, including one for the skull. But then things get ugly, and when things get ugly with Moe, that can go pug ugly, fugly, or pug fugly, which is where it goes tonight. He dishes so much dirt, even his crotch rag wants a raise, and it earns its pay tonight. Moe lets loose from the Lovejoys’ sexless marriage to Lenny’s wet spaghetti arms. And just who is the mayor of Greenfield? It’s funny because it’s true, but there’s nothing less funny than an honest drunk.

Moe makes a very astute observation. He is wasted. His bartending friends are drunks. The secret club sends an even more astute signal. Moe has to follow a rat named Kristoff to answer for his broken vows of silence. But the punishment of the society is worse than the curse of the skull. Not only is Moe cast out, but his regulars are cut off. And when a secret society of bartenders calls last round, it’s a serious matter. There’s cranium-splitting headaches, firehouse sweating, and hurricane vomiting involved, they don’t even show the last one, but the reaction shots and sounds are hilariously horrifying. If the bartender sticks you with a needle, you never touch alcohol again. Oktoberfest becomes sober fest.

The peril is real. There is true commitment to the premise and how frightening the prospect is. Springfield’s bartenders become a roving mob, whether from the League of Extra Horny Gentlemen or the Lesbian Rye Curious bar. Moe’s taverners are hunted like dinosaurs. Given the choice between a life without alcohol and one on the run, Carl and Lenny choose flight, a hazardous decision, with sobering consequences. Homer gets it from Dr. Hubbard, who bartended his way through medical school. It is all too horrible to witness. It’s enough to drive you to drink.

Even though it appears life without drink works out good for the quartet – Lenny gets ripped, Carl heads a body-hair-shaving mini-robot startup company, Barney holds the big arrow at the AutoZone, and Homer’s such a good dad even Maggie’s happy – it feels like something out of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Moe is at his lowest, even for Moe, making omelets on demand in a well-lit, non-dank mall shop. He doesn’t even have a shotgun behind the oven. It’s such a sad spectacle, we’re rooting for a break on the wagon train.

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The episode ends on a cliffhanger, but we all know how it will turn out. Just like we know how even the water at Moe’s bar is watered down. “The Last Barfighter” is a fun, action-packed, and twisted installment. Secret societies, booze, a big old ugly head, and a Simson on the run. It’s a grand slam best watched on a wall at a dive bar. It leaves us with a subversively comic paradox. Will Homer upset the balance of the nature of Springfield if he doesn’t get re-boozed? It is a beautiful ambiguity, but this is last call for the season. If The Simpsons season 24 opens with Homer doing Smithers’ job or its equivalent, even for one segment, it will be more satisfying than learning Maggie shot Mr. Burns.

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can we talk about georgiana, the duchess of devonshire?

So, a few months ago, I asked my followers who would be interested in following a side blog about historical figures. I’m a huge history geek and I thought that if I started a blog about the people who interest me, I could add it to my CV and also just get back into my interests. Quite a few of you were down for it and I was so pleased!

I’m yet to make the side blog but I’m posting this as a test to see if you guys like it. If you do, I will make the side blog. 

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Georgiana, the Duchess of Devonshire (1757-1806)

I love history for its people. I am not interested in battles or treaties; I am drawn to the people behind these events. I like discovering what made them tick, that drove their decisions and what impact their lives have had on future generations. If you ask me to date a certain event, I can’t do it, but I can give you a spoken biography of historical figures that interest me. 

When I moved to Devon two years ago, I was nervous but also excited for one reason: I believed I would be able to visit Chatsworth House, the home of the Duchess of Devonshire. Imagine my irritation when I realised that Chatsworth is actually based in Derbyshire, which is hours away from Devon itself. My ideas of weekend jaunts to Chatsworth as I admired the architecure and strolled around the gardens were ruined by this realisation. 

You may have heard of Georgiana, the Duchess of Devonshire. A film of her life starring Keira Knightley was released in 2008 which first brought her to my attention. Now, I’m not a Knightley fan - ‘I’m Keira Knightley, look at my jawww,’- because I find her quite wooden, however I was pleasantly surprised when I watched her performance. She brought a human element to this historical figure who was known for her fashion sense, crippling debt and controversial marriage arrangement. 

Georgiana is also the ancestor of Princess Diana. Many people compare their tragic stories and can see a mirror image. Married to man they didn’t really love, later forced to watch their husbands fall in love with another woman and say nothing, all the while maintaining dignity and poise on the world stage. 

So, without further ado, let me introduce you to Georgiana. 

 If Georgiana was your friend, she would be the one who would come over with a bottle of wine, over which you would put the world to rights and drunkenly proclaim, ‘I love you sooooo much!’ to each other, before deciding to have a spontaneous night out where you dance on the bar and pound shots. She would visit you the next day – you would be horrifically hungover, she would be fresh as a daisy.

Georgiana, the Duchess of Devonshire, was known for her charismatic and bubbly personality; her ability to make any outfit look beautiful (4 foot long peacock feather in her hair springs to mind) which made women everywhere try to emulate her - she literally set trends. She was also known for her passion for politics and her private life. 

On the surface, she had it all. But in reality, she didn’t. Underneath this larger than life facade was a tragic figure. 

For one thing,  Georgiana was addicted to gambling and racked up an eye watering debt. She borrowed money from her friends but never repaid them. Her mother warned her to be careful but to no avail.  Her mother also had a gambling problem and wasted money while playing faro. She didn’t want her daughter to continue her mistakes. Georgiana hid her debts from her husband for as long as she could, but eventually she had to tell the Duke, who paid off her debts and never mentioned it again. 

She had been expecting to get a bollocking but he stayed silent. To be honest, this made it worse. It’s like being told by your mum that she’s ‘disappointed’ in you, when you’d prefer her to shout at you for a few minutes and then forgive you. She struggled with gambling for years.

Second, and most importantly, her marriage was an unspoken controversy.  This is the thing that makes Georgiana an incredible character to study. I read her story and I just couldn’t work it out in my head - why would you put up with this? But then, you have to remember that divorce wasn’t an option for women in those days. Women were property. They were commodities. Leaving a marriage because your husband preferred another woman was not an option. 

It was the worst kept secret in society. Everyone knew that her best friend, Elizabeth ‘Bess’ Foster, lived with them and that Bess was her husband’s mistress. Georgiana had asked for Bess to live with them after she discovered that Bess’ sons had been taken away from her and she was living in awful circumstances. Georgiana was too good, too kind – and Bess took advantage.  Trust me, Bess is the villain in this story, no matter how often she tried to set her story straight. Diary accounts from Georgiana’s friends show that nobody trusted her. They could see her for what she was -a schemer, a leech. But Georgiana couldn’t. 

Bess stayed at Chatsworth and conducted a secret affair with her husband, which soon became public knowledge. Did Georgiana say anything? No. She let it carry on under her roof, without saying a word. In the film, she stands up for herself which is how it should have played out. But according to Amanda Foreman, the historian and writer of the book, this didn’t happen. Georgiana kept silent. 

 Although I wish I could shake her and tell her she deserves so much better, in a way I feel she shows a huge strength of character to put up with that. She continued her daily routine with dignity and carried on being a queen. 

 Now, this is when things get interesting and draws in another historical figure who I feel isn’t really known? At least, I didn’t know him, all I knew was that there are tea bags named after him. 

 The rumour is that she later fell in love with Charles Grey, a Whig politician  (later Prime Minister - I KNOW RIGHT? YOU GO GEORGIANA!) who had dreams of a bright, new world where all men had the vote. They were like minded and they could talk about these dreams together.  I adore how political Georgiana was and that she spoke publicly about her political associations in a time when women were expected to stay at home and mind their business. She actually brought about the trend of canvassing, where you go out into the streets and campaign for a party.  Having Georgiana on side meant the Whigs became popular quickly  - if anything, she became their figurehead. Anyway, I digress, but let me just say that she has so much depth. She is genuinely interesting.  

Right, Charles Grey. 

They had an affair and she became pregnant with his child. In short, she asked the Duke if she could leave him and be with Grey. After all, he was fucking her best friend and not giving a shit about her feelings. But, of course, the Duke refused. Hypocrite, yes. But the time period was different and he couldn’t risk the humiliation of being deserted by his wife – nor could she. Women who left their families were ravaged by society. She gave birth to Grey’s daughter, Eliza, in secret and the baby was raised by his family as Grey’s niece.  Again, that is a testament to her character. I’m sure many women would have felt broken after that. But she wasn’t – she visited Eliza frequently (who, when she grew up, named her daughter Georgiana after her mother. I think she knew by then) and she continued to partake in social engagements. 

What I love about her, aside from her strength, is how she challenges the stereotype of women of that time. In fact, she was way beyond her time. She was the one who started the trend for getting outside in the streets and campaigning for the Whigs. She was a WOMAN who was out in the streets campaigning, despite not even having a vote or even thinking her gender would one day have one, and she was so much more than just fashion and money. She was an intelligent badass who cared about how the country was run. She didn’t let gender stereotypes and restrictions hold her back. I love how no matter how shit her home life was, she didn’t let that bring her down. If anything, politics was her escape. It was where she could feel valued. She made friends with the Whigs, such as Charles Fox, and they wanted to hear her opinion. They needed her on their side because her opinion mattered. She mattered.

She was ahead of her time. She had a hard home life but she carried on, trying to make a difference and prove her worth. Georgiana is my home girl and I will stand up for her because no one else did.

I know this wasn’t a coherent piece.  It was all over the place, right? But that’s what history does to me. I get excited. If I’m talking to you about Georgina, my hands will be all over the place and my voice will be rising in volume because I get so passionate about the subject. I wrote essays at uni for my history degree and they were so proper, just the way university dictates you write.  All I wanted to write was ‘read how amazing this person is! Give me an A for enthusiasm!’ I once got a lower mark for an essay because I made the mistake of being too enthusiastic, writing a really in-depth profile on the historical figure, but forgot to answer the question… My tutor said he could tell I really enjoyed writing it but I didn’t actually fulfill the point of the essay. It wasn’t a harsh criticism - he was happy I enjoyed writing it but obviously, couldn’t grade me a high mark. 

But that’s how I approach history. I could sit here and try to write something proper but I think that is one reason why history is often a disliked subject. It CAN be boring if taught badly. 

I remember my history teacher in high school, Mr Pia, who was the best teacher I’ve ever had. He scared all the young students because he was so serious and never smiled and I tell you, I was scared when I found out he would be teaching me when I was in my final year. But, when I joined his class, he surprised us in a lesson about Austria. He played Mozart and said, ‘I thought I would try to evoke the right atmosphere!’

I fell in love with his teaching then and there.

THAT is what makes history a good subject. You need someone passionate, who looks at it differently. That’s how I would like to approach it. It may not be for some people but it works for me. 

If Georgiana has peaked your interest, you can read the biography by Amanda Foreman which is incredible. I couldn’t put it down. Even give the film a go - Ralph Fiennes plays the Duke and Dominic Cooper (babe) is Charles Grey. It’s on Netflix. Spend your Sunday watching it. It’s a great adaptation. 

[camiddletonxox]

Eagerness & Gentility - Chapter 1 - Talking to Father

Synopsis - Lady Charity of Edgewater is the daughter of Earl Vincent and Countess Maria and is slowly learning her place as the heiress to the Edgewater. As she comes of age, her father wants her to explore life and consider courting. When she starts to court the broody Mr Sinclaire, the person she grew up with, the Earl and his mother hope the young heiress is on her way to finding a husband, but will they stand back or will they not be able to help themselves and meddle in her life? And will Ernest be the man Charity expects after a life of devotion and affection at her fathers hands? And what happens when people try to split them up? Can they make it through

Pairing - Ernest Sinclaire x MC - Charity Mills

Warning - General, no warning needed

Series Masterlist here, CHAPTER 1 YOU ARE HERE, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Summary - The Earl and his daughter have a heart to heart, before she goes to see a friend

Word Count - 1583

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It was one of those beautiful sunny days at the Edgewater estate, the birds sang in a alluring melody, the flowers danced gracefully in the wind, and water of the lake sparkled in the sunlight.

Inside the manor, the Earl of Edgewater and his daughter, Viscountess Charity of Edgewater were sat, having a cup of tea, the young heiress was coming of age, well she was 19 in a matter of weeks, even if it her fathers eyes, she was still his little girl. The Earl had recently noticed the joy and lovesick look his daughter had on her face when Ernest Sinclaire, the son of the Master and Mistress of Ledford Park was around, it brought joy to his heart, thinking that his daughter may be in love.

“We have a dinner with the Sinclaires, Parsons, Holloways and Andersons tomorrow” The Earl commented as his daughter ate a bit of cake, and her eyes lit up slightly.

“I can’t wait to see Ernest” Viscountess Charity commented, making her fathers mouth twitch into a smile as he sipped on his tea.

“You like him, don’t you my dear?” Her father commented affectionately making the young girl blush, shaking her head at her father, he knew her far too well, didn’t he?

“He has always looked after me, father. Ever since I was a small girl, he was always there for me” She had a adoring gaze as she spoke about him.

“He is rather fond of you, my darling” Her father commented, and the young girl looked up, brushing a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, and she smiled, Ernest was quite fond of her, wasn’t he she thought to herself.

“I’m quite fond of him, father” She beamed and the Earl placed his hand on his daughters hand, and she looked at him.

“One day, if you ever wanted to court him, I would allow it” She looked up to her father, blushing crimson.

“Father!” She exclaimed, would she want to court her best friend? Is it really one of those things that the future Countess of Edgewater was ready for?

“My darling, you are soon going to be coming of age, and when you are ready, I will completely support you in finding someone who can love you the way I love your mother. You deserve to find a partner who will make you happy” The Earl’s words were gentle and loving, and she knew she had her fathers support and at this point in her life, that is all she felt she needed.

“But father, all the love I need I get from you, Mama and Grandmother” She comments and the sweet innocence his daughter had made him smile, she was the most precious possession her father had, he loved her and he never wanted the young girl to feel forced into anything, he was what they call modern in that way.

“I know my darling, but one day, it will be required for you to be married the way I married your mother, its your way to seal your future as the Countess of Edgewater, but please don’t think I am forcing this on you when your not ready” He paused as touched her cheek, running his thumb gently across her cheek. “When you are ready to take that step, my darling, me and your mother will support you” He placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you, father” She whispers and she kissed his cheek.

“You are most welcome, my beautiful girl” The affectionate tone to her fathers voice always made her feel safe and at ease but he sensed something was bothering her and he sat next to her, and one hand rubbed her back.

“My darling, what’s the matter? Has our talk made you feel uncomfortable” He asked concerned and the young girl shook her head.

“No father, its just me and Felicity Holloway do not get on well, she is always making fun of me and saying someone like Ernest would never look at me, and always look down at me” Charity commented and the Earl rubbed his daughter back gently.

“I know she is rather difficult and obnoxious, my darling, but if she says anything out of line, just tell your grandmother or mother” The Earl comforts his daughter.

“Will you speak to them?” Charity asks and her father nods.

“Of course, my darling. I won’t have her making my own daughter feel uncomfortable in her own home” Her father assured and ran the back of his knuckle over her cheek and she smiled.

“Thank you, Father” She smiled and they sat in a comfortable silence before her father spoke up.

“You get on with the Parsons girls, don’t you?” He asks, with a knowing smile and Charity smiles and nods.

“Of course I do father, Annabelle, Cordelia, Constance are my friends” She beamed and he chuckled.

“You sure your not just saying that because Annabelle gave you a puppy?” Her father jokes and Charity beams.

“Of course not” she looks over to the pug who’s ears have perked up and he waddles over, barking lightly and Charity scoops the puppy in her arms, and she sits him on her lap, before she takes a sip of tea.

“Don’t let your mother, grandmother, Mrs Finley or Mrs Daly see you with Pugsly on the table, they will surely have a fit, if i know my wife, mother, our head of kitchen and your old governess well enough” The Earl chuckles.

“Father, Mrs Daly is more than just my old governess, she is Mamas friend and she is the mother of my own best friend” Charity chuckled as she scratched the pug behind his ears.

“That is very true” The Earl agreed and they finished their tea before the ‘bastard’ of the estate, Harry, walked in.

“Father, may I have a bit of your time?” The 13 year old asks.

“I’m going to have a walk around the gardens Father, maybe see if I can see Ernest over the fence” Charity excused herself, picking the pug up as she stood up before she kissed the Earl’s forehead.

“See you at dinner, my darling, if not before” The Earl uttered softly and the heir to the estate curtsied and she left the room, putting the pug down and she walked out the estate, Pugsly hot on her heels as she walked across to the point where Edgewater and Ledford Park met, Ernest was a handsome man, he had brown curls for his hair, piercing blue eyes and a heart of gold, her parents called Ernest her destined to be sweetheart because the two got on so well, and there was already a existing affection.

“Good afternoon, my lady” The Ledford master of horse called out and Ernest turned around, setting his eyes on the brown haired beauty, she had the most beautiful curls in her hair, the most alluring hazel eyes, the brightest smile that could put the sun to shame.

“Good afternoon, Mr Andrews, how are your wife and baby?” The Lady of Edgewater was polite to a fault, she was chatty and she always loved to converse with servants, she was humble, brought up to be humble and down to earth by her father.

“My wife is well, thank you, as is the lass, we named her Natasha” The man beamed.

“What a beautiful name for what can only be a beautiful babe” Charity commented making the master of horse to Ledford Park smile.

“Thank you, my lady. Your a credit to your father” He comments, before looking at Ernest with knowing eyes, “My lady, forgive me, but I must tend to the horses” He bowed his head, pulling the horse gently with him.

“Good day, Mr Sinclaire” Lady Charity beams and Ernest approaches her.

“Good afternoon, my lady. How has your day been?” Ernest asked, basking in the beautiful sight before him.

“It has been rather splendid, I had a horse ride with my brother this morning, then had lunch with my grandmother and then a tea with my father” The young Viscountess of Edgewater commented.

“My father, mother and I are coming across to Edgewater tomorrow evening, i am rather keen to hear you sing” Ernest conversed and Charity blushed.

“As are the Parsons, Andersons and the Holloways” Charity added.

“Ah yes, the Holloways” Ernest shuddered, for some reason, the daughter of the Viscount was rather, how do we say this, unbearable, anyone in their right mind knew Ernest couldn’t marry someone so arrogant and spoilt, and those dear to him knew he only had eyes for Vincent Foredale, Earl of Edgewater, daughter, for she was intriguing like a book, and there was something so endearing about her.

“And the Andersons and Parsons” Charity reminded him, the Andersons were new in the Sinclaire and Foredale social circle but their 4 children definitely were intriguing to the two families, whereas the Parsons were the most dearest friends of the Sinclaire’s and Foredales.

“I cannot wait for tomorrow night, it should be rather acceptable” Ernest commented, still looking at the beautiful young lady in-front of him.

“I shall be sure to dress to impress” Charity immediately regretted saying that but Ernest chuckled, she was really something.

“Till tomorrow night, my lady” Ernest kissed the back of her hand tenderly, making her heart swell and she curtsies before walking back into the estate, in a giddy manner, rather excited for tomorrow night.

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WIP Wednesday

GIRLS’ NIGHT OUT

Hey folks - I just got inspired along the lines of the Many Lives of Drake Walker. All four of my female LI’s are going to meet in cyberspace and have one heck of a party. Here Elizabeth (star of my regency period drama) wakes to find herself in the company of Lucy from Two’s Company Three’s Allowed, Charlotte of Charlotte’s Choice and Sophia of Protect and Serve, and they have some ‘splaining to do...

‘Oh boy’ said the woman with long dark hair ‘how are we going to explain this?’

‘Let’s start with names’ said the blonde woman ‘I’m Sophia, and this is Lucy - and Charlotte. Queen Charlotte’ Elizabeth sat up even straighter, alarmed, then ducked her head

‘Queen? Your majesty – I’m Elizabeth’ she started

‘Hey, don’t forget I’m Queen too’ Lucy spat

‘Frigging royalty’ muttered Sophia, then louder she added ‘Don’t worry darling, you don’t have to bow or curtsy – their titles are entirely fictional’

‘Fictional?’ Charlotte burst out ‘How dare you!’

‘Yes, well explain to Elizabeth here how you’re both queen of the same country on the same timeline’ Sophia said sarcastically, and Charlotte subsided.

Tags under the cut, if you ‘re interested drop me a like or a comment. Otherwise I’ll have to presume you don’t want to read more...and if you’re tagged twice - ugh sorry, am splicing two tag lists together and going cross eyed, sorry!

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[penpalkingdom]

hello!

i’m seeking pen pals or internet friends to become good friends with!

my name is ashley and i’m 20 yrs old.

i’m from delaware (USA)

i’m bisexual

i work at a dog daycare so if you enjoy cute puppy pics i’m your girl

i’m really into rock music.. my favorite bands are nirvana and foo fighters, but i’m always down to find new music so if you have any suggestions pls let me know :)

my favorite shows are AHS, pretty little liars, the fosters, and freaks and geeks, etc

my favorite movies are twilight, hocus pocus, the purge, and the hunger games, etc

i’m really into horror movies. michael myers is my favorite

my favorite holiday is halloween and i tend to keep my decorations up all year (i’m weird ik hahaha)

i have an adorable pug that’s old and blind.. her name is missy

i’m really into peircings and i have both sides of my nose pierced

i’m also into photography.. i’d love to learn some new things from any of you!

i’m super into conspiracy theories, missing person cases, and ghosts. i could talk for hours about all those topics

my favorite you tubers are: kendall rae, sam and colby, kian and jc, and diana ren (if you like them we’re already besties haha)

i have an internet friend in spain that i’m planning to meet in 2021 so if you’re from spain that’d we way cool bc then i could meet you also

i’ve only been to one concert in my life and it was twenty one pilots

i LOVE lady gaga

i only speak english (sorry!)

i prefer someone that is 18+ so we can relate more

you can reach me through:

my tumblr: @kurts-nirvana

my instagram: _ashnicole19

my twitter: ashniccccc

i will give my number out once we’ve talked for a bit!

PLS just let me know you’re messaging me about this so i know, thank you!

i hope to meet some really great friends :))

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A Magical Christmas

Desire and Decorum Fanficition (Ernest x Mc) Characters Belong to Pixelberry

Tag @princess-geek

A commonly held belief is it was Queen Victoria and Prince Albert who brought over the Christmas Tree. In fact, the introduction of the Christmas Tree should be more credited to King George III and Queen Charlotte. In 1800 they had trees up, which were decorated and had gifts placed under them. It just didn’t become popular among the population until Victoria and Albert. A very similar belief is held with Victoria making wedding dresses be white, white was a common choice for brides, Victoria simply made it popular, but she was not the first.

The Christmas period was actually celebrated for a longer period time December 6th-January 6th (epiphany) however once the industrial revolution took place the Christmas period was shortened to a maximum of the last Friday before Christmas until after New Years Day. For many it was just 24th-26th that was observed, which remains to this day. (Would be great to have the pre-industrial revolution month again) Gifts were often given on December 6th (St Nicolas Day) but gifts were still often exchanged on Christmas Day itself.

Boxing Day traditionally was when servants were given presents and in many households- an opposite day- in which the Lord and Lady of the Manor would serve the servants.

As in Desire and Decorum the Mc had a friendship with Queen Charlotte (who died 17th November 1818- so very close to Chrtistmas) it’s possible she has picked up the tradition from her.

Synopsis- Ernest and Wilhelmina, and their children Percival, Peter and Blossom are ready to enjoy Christmas with their friends and family.

Christmas 1818

“Mamma! Mamma! Papa! Papa! Wake up! Wake up!” the two year old boy’s sweet voice cried.

“Mamma! Papa! Wake up! It is the best day of the year! You do not sleep on it!” the two year old girl said.

Doozy and disoriented from the sudden waking up, Ernest the first to open his eyes, while Wilhelmina was burying her head under her pillow.

“Papa come! Please! Mamma, wake up.” Blossom said tugging at her arm. Eventually Wilhelmina sat up.

“Yes, my dears we are coming. Go and play with your big brother for a while as we get ready.” She said tiredly. The twins ran off towards their brother’s room. “How can something so small have so much energy? As much as I love them at this age, it will be a very welcome thing for it to be us dragging them out of bed. We can finally get a good sleep. Did not help that our little one was moving around all night.” Wilhelmina stated, bringing Ernest’s hand to her bump.  

“If you need to, you may take a nap. I’ll occupy the children.” Ernest said kissing the top of her head.

“Thank you, that would be very welcome. Hopefully I can go through the whole day without needing to. I have a feeling this little one will be a spectacular dancer. He or she has been proving that.”

Wilhelmina was pregnant for the second time, bringing the Sinclaire family their fourth child. Percival already asking to be able to name his new brother or sister. Wilhelmina was pretty certain this time it was only one, which was welcome for her. The child would be born around late February, but it was certainly a possibility the new baby would share a birthday with the twins, born on March 5th of 1817.

Ernest helped his wife up out of the bed, and together they both got ready. Wilhelmina wearing a red gown with golden embroidery, while Ernest wore a red jacket to match his wife’s dress. Arm in arm they walked together towards Percival’s room.

“Yay! Mamma, Papa! You stopped sleeping.” Peter stated, jumping up and down. “Percy, showed us to play skittles. Watch us!”

The three children began demonstrating their skills of skittles, getting a round of applause from their parents.

“That was brilliantly played, you are all so very skilful!” Ernest said.

“Can we open presents now?” Percival asked.

“Percival, you know we have to go to church first.” Lady Dominque stated.

“Ohhh…that is not fun like presents.” Peter said.

“I know it is not as fun, but you will have something to look forward to afterwards!” Wilhelmina stated. Each of her children gave nods, in a bit of disappointment and agreement. “And don’t worry, Bishop Monroe keeps the ceremony to a half hour. Some go for over an hour.”

“I like Bishop Monroe! He keeps it short and he married Mamma and Papa!” Blossom said. She grabbed her bonnet and put it on. “Mamma, papa look. I put my bonnet on myself!”

“Well done, my darling. Can you tie it yourself?” Ernest asked.

“Um…no…papa can you help?” she said looking down at the ribbons and thinking about it for a second. He chuckled a bit and tied it for her.

“There you go. What else do you need?” he asked.

“Cloak!” Peter said. Ernest and Wilhelmina chuckled again.

“Anything else?” Wilhelmina said, looking at her children’s feet.

“Shoes!” Blossom beamed. “Feet be cold without!” the children went out of the room, towards the front door where their winter shoes were ready as well as their cloaks. Ernest and Wilhelmina following slowly behind them. The children already ready when the adults were at the hallway.

“Come on mamma and papa! The sooner we go, the sooner we are home!” Percvial said. Ernest and Wilhelmina put on the outer clothes and took their children’s hands as they walked to the church. With Lady Grandmother, Mr and Mrs Marlcaster and their young daughter, and Viscount Harry and Viscountess Thresa following behind. Viscountess Thresa was too with child, expecting at a very similar time Wilhelmina. A situation the two had bonded over.

The family sat down in church, the children not paying attention to what Bishop Monroe was saying, instead staring at the ceiling, the cloisters, the floor, trying to read the tombs, Peter counting the number of flowers embroidered onto the seat cushion. Blossom counting the number of people she could see in all the stained glass windows. Only joining in with the carols that were sung.

Finally, the service came to an end the journey home was made. The children removing their outer clothing at a incredibly fast rate and running to the tree. Grabbing the presents under the tree.

The adults sat down, still amazed at the energy levels of the children. Miss Parsons, Mr and Mrs Harper and Prince Hamid had all just arrived as well to give their presents. Miss Parsons,  the Harpers would be leaving after the exchange to attend their own family’s celebrations.

“Remember, one at a time.” Lady Grandmother. “They do indeed remind me of my dear Vincent, he was always excited for Christmas, he would be running about, we really had to bargain with him to restrain himself. Oh how I wish he was here now.” She said.

“I do too.” Wilhelmina stated.

“Look! I have a horse toy! Thank you!” Peter said showing it off to everyone. “Can I have a real horse as well?”

“Peter, you are too small for now. But you will when you’re tall enough.” Ernest said. “You all will, Percival, Blossom and the new baby.”

“Oh…I want to be tall very quickly then! But this horsey is practise!” Peter said excitedly. “He is called Marmaduke!" Blossom began to open hers up. “It’s a doll. Thank you! She looks like mamma! She is so beautiful! I think I shall call her…um…Lavender! Mamma! Can you teach me to make dresses for her, I want her to have pretty dresses like yours!”

“Of course my darling.”

Percival was the next to open his present. “It’s a bow and arrow. I can be like, Mamma, Papa and Miss Parsons. I can fight off any bad people easily! I love it. Thank you!” he said.

Peter was allowed to open his next present which he had ready on his lap. “It’s some soldiers, thank you!”

Blossom opened up hers. “Paints! Miss Parsons, I want to paint like you! Thank you.”

“It would be an honour to teach you Lady Blossom.”

“Yay!” Blossom said hugging Miss Parsons. “I want my first painting to be Wellington!” she said stroking the head of the sleeping pug.

“I cannot wait to teach you.” Miss Parson smiling at the little girl.

Percival excited at his new gift of a series of music books for the piano. Peter and Blossom both received a violin after both expressing interest in playing it. Something that made them more excited than they had been at their previous presents. Percival also received a book on animals and plants. Other presents to the children included a series of small games like the cup and ball and board games.

“Now we have another big present for everyone.” Ernest said. “It is not under the tree.” He said and went out of the room for a minute. Returning with a St Bernard on a lead. The children’s faces lit up with joy. Wellington waking up and strutting up to the large dog. Sniffing noses and rubbing against each other.

“Wellington likes him!” Blossom said excitedly.

“Yes he does. Now, what do you want to call Wellington’s new friend?” Ernest said.

“Um…how about Nelson? Wellington is named after Duke Wellington, we should name him after Admiral Nelson!” Percival stated.

“I like it!” Peter and Blossom said in unison. The twins often saying things in unison.

“And so do I.” Ernest said, giving the lead to Percival but keeping close to them.

“Now grown ups get presents!” Blossom said sitting back

down on the floor. First was Wilhelmina’s gift from Ernest. A beautiful sapphire and gold bracelet- the Edgewater colours.

“I do hope you like it my dove.” He whispered.

“I absolutely love it. Thank you, my love.” She said kissing him, and afterwards he helped her secure the clips as she initially struggled to do so one handed. Next was her present from her grandmother, a pearl and diamond headband.

“Oh thank you, so much Lady Grandmother. This shall be a wonderful headpiece to wear at the next ball.” She smiled.

Mr and Mrs Marlcaster handed over their present. A new book. Persuasion and Northanger Abbey. Wilhelmina did suspect she would be receiving the book after Mrs Marlcaster’s attempts to dissuade her after visiting the bookshop earlier in the month. Her suspicions confirmed. From Mr and Mrs Harper came a new riding hat. Prince Hamid giving a large cut of fabric from the heart of the Ottoman Empire. Perfect to make a new dress. From her half brother Harry and his wife, came another book. Frankenstein.

“I discovered that book earlier this year, it is indeed a fascinating story and I knew it would be of interest to you.” Harry stated.

“I have read it, it is most terrifying. Do not my dear sister, do not read at night or alone. Keep to one chapter in the morning and occupy yourself with jolly activities afterwards.” Theresa stated.

“I will indeed take your advice.” Wilhelmina replied. To Ernest she gave an engraved pocket watch, a reminder of his first ever gift to her. The E of his first name and the W of hers joined together. And a short passage: my love for you is immortal. He gave her a kiss and a thank you. The children making noises at the affection before them. From Lady Grandmother he received new writing instruments. From Mr and Mrs Marlcaster came a new top hat. Harry and Theresa giving new collection book of poems.

Other presents of perfume, jewels, fans, books and writing equipment where given to the others.

“Miss Parsons has not giving mamma and papa a present!” Peter said. Miss Parson smirked.

“I have, but this is for the both of you Countess Wilhelmina and Mr Sinclaire.” She smiled as she handed over a painting. A painting of Ernest, Wilhelmina, Percival, Peter and Blossom. A large number of thank yous came from Wilhelmina and Ernest.

“It seems I shall have to give you an updated one for next Christmas with the new baby in.” “I would not complain to have any of your paintings. I would love for a new one each year, as the children grow up each year, more members joining every couple of years. It is so delightful.” Wilhelmina smiled. “Look children, you’re in this.” The children all came to look.

“That’s me!” Percival said. “There’s you Peter, and there’s you Blossom!”

After settling down after exchanging presents the dinner bell rang. The children excited for their big meal. Their favourite of the whole year.

Roast Goose as well as vension, seasonal vegetables so carefully roasted and smelling so tempting. All took their seats and began to eat.

“This is so nice!” Peter said his mouth full of food.

“Peter…remember do not speak with your mouth full.” Ernest said to him gently. He and Wilhelmina did promise to be slightly more lenient on the children’s behaviours, but basic table manners were still upheld. Peter nodded and finished eating before talking about how much he liked it.

For their pudding was Mrs Marlcaster’s favourite: plum pudding. But the children who did not like it had cake baked by Mr Danforth.

“Cake is so nice!” Blossom said. “When I am grown I shall have it everyday.” She smiled.  The adults smiling at the childish dreams of hers. “Can Mr Danforth teach me to make his cake.”

“It is a secret recipe my dear. He will not tell another soul.” Wilhelmina said to her. Blossom looking a bit disappointed at this revelation.

After the dinner they adjourned to the drawing room, the children set on playing with their new toys and Wellington and Nelson.

The adults set to playing group guessing games and taking it in turns to play with the children. The big fire with the yule log ablaze, giving a calm and warming light to every corner of the room.

After a few rounds of their games they went into the music room where Percival played some of the pieces he had been practising especially for the Christmas night celebrations.

“You shall be the most wonderful pianist on the London stages on day, I am certain of that. Every major theatre in all corners of the world shall want you!” Lady Grandmother beamed.

“Thank you so much.” He said to all the compliments. They sang carols together, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen and While Shepherds Watched their Flocks By Night.

After hours of festivities, the children’s energy began to decrease, yawning they still protested they didn’t want to go to bed. But they did so after they were told they could still have fun tomorrow.

Ernest and Wilhelmina as well as Harry and Theresa were the first after the children to retire after the children went to bed. Wilhelmina and Theresa being especially tired in their later stages of pregnancy on top of the event filled day.

In their bed chamber Ernest and Wilhelmina began to undress for the night.

“Well, that was one of my favourite Christmases ever.” Ernest smiled. “And I cannot wait to give thanks to our wonderful staff by giving them their gifts and serving them a feast.”

“As can I. Though I cannot promise the food shall be at their standard, especially the cake. Though it would be a near impossible task to better Mr Danforth.” Wilhelmina said. Ernest crouching low to kiss her, as she was unable to do stand on her toes. “And I look forward to their ball. Though, I think I shall keep to only one dance, and one with no skipping or jumping. As much as our baby seems to want to be a dancer, I shall not exert myself, I do not want to go into labour early, especially during the servants festivities.”

The servants of Edgewater and Ledford would join together at Ledford for the Boxing Day celebrations, a day that was as keenly looked forward to as Christmas Day itself.

“I have another gift for you my love.” Ernest said.

“Oh my beloved, you did not need to do so.”

“Correct, I did not need to do so. But I wanted to.” He smiled. He handed her over a large locket, inside, was a miniature painting of her and Ernest and their children. “As Miss Parson said in regards her wonderful painting, I shall have to see to an up to date painting once our new son or daughter is born.”

“It is beautiful. Thank you.” She said kissing him. Placing it on her necklace holder. “I shall wear it with pride tomorrow, and everyday.”

“And here’s another gift.” He smiled. Her mouth dropped.

“Ernest you spoil me.” She said.

“You deserve it, after you, you being my wife means I am spoiled, for you are the most wonderful wife in the world, a wife most men only dream of so it is only fair to spoil you in return.”

“By that logic your very existence is being spoiled. But I don’t mind the presents.” She smirked, opening the large box. “Oh it is beautiful.”

A dress, a royal blue dress, with golden and red embroidery and a train. She looked closer at the embroidery on the train, she noticed her own initials, Ernest’s and their children’s.

“Oh it is beautiful!”

“And there is space there, for our newcomer’s initals and for if anymore come along to over the next years.”

“Ernest this is such a wonderful idea. I love it.” She smiled. “I confess I have got you some extra presents too.” She smiled. Handing over a box containing a new blue jacket and a pair of boots.

“You know how much I love you in blue and boots. You can never have enough of those as they suit you so well. And this too.” She handed over a new Journel.

“You have written to almost the last page in your wedding gift, it is time you received a new one.” She smiled.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

“Merry Christmas my darling, beloved husband, my Ernest.”

“Merry Christmas my dear, wonderful beloved wife. My Wilhelmina.”

They kissed again. “I love you.” They whispered together, before falling asleep in each other’s arms closely wrapped up together. Ready for the next busy day ahead.

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[flowerpowell]

Never Again (?? x D&D MC [the reader])

Hey all! This is my second fic in the second person narration, the one I did before called If I Were You with Chris x MC you can find on my masterlist! You know the drill so I just leave it like this. I hope you’ll enjoy it! 

Book: Desire and Decorum 

Rating: for everyone

Word count: 600 (its a short drabble!)

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“Mmmm, five more minutes” you say, feeling something tugging your dress. You open your eyes to see your pug, trying to get your attention.

“Hii, you cutie!” you say and lean down give the pug a stroke. 

Wait a second. I don’t have a dog! 

You stand up, looking across the room and notice its weird interior. No TV, no modern technologies. 

This is another dream! I’m in Desire and Decorum! 

You look at your dress, it’s white, very simple but elegant. 

I can’t wait to meet Ernest! I’m sure he looks amazing in real life... And this time I won’t let any alarm clock stop me!

You hear someone opening the door, interrupting your thoughts and making the pug run away.

You turn back and stand face to face with the last person you would want to see. 

With Duke Richards. 

“Hello, my beautiful fiance! How are you feeling on this beautiful day? Are you exicted about the wedding today?”

Wedding? TODAY?!

WITH DUKE RICHARDS?! 

He is not my Love Interest! 

Ew, ew, ew!

“AHHH! Get away from me, you pervert! You’re not my LI!” you say running to the other side of the room.

“You little witch! You should be grateful that a man like me wants to marry a girl like you! And what is this ‘LI’?!” Duke steps closer and you blink your eyes really fast to wake up as soon as possible. 

“Stop quoting Colt! You’re nothing like him! I will finish you! I know about your schemes against the crown!” you yell, throwing random objects at him. He dodges a book but is hit by one of your shoes. His eyes widen at your outburst.

“And what will you do about it? No one will believe you, you little insignificant, dirty--”

“I HAVE SCREENSHOTS!” you take your phone from your purse, thanking the forces that your mobile was somehow transported here as well. 

“What--what are you talking about? What screenshots? What are these?” 

You unlock your phone and go to your gallery looking for a screenshot you mentioned. Duke Richards walks up to you and looks confused at the small device you’re holding in your hands. 

“Aha! See! It’s you,” you swipe right, “and here’s your ugly friend talking about your plan! I will show it to the Queen if you don’t break the engagement right here, right now!”

“How...What...How is it possible? Are you a witch? What is it?!” he looks confused at your phone swiping left and right and seeing his face on the screenshots. You look triumpiantly at him when he swipes a little bit too far and sees--

“WHAT IS HALF NAKED MR SINCLAIRE DOING HERE? Why is he-- Oh, God, oh no,” he takes your phone from you and his eyes widen with each screenshot realizing what you two did the night before the duel.

Oh boy, this is embarrassing.

Oh God, please let me wake up, I don’t want to be here!

You blink hard as Duke Richards starts hyperventilating, most likely already reaching Chris Powell screenshots. You feel like passing out, it’s too hot, too crowded. Your legs are trembling as darkness takes you.

When you open your eyes, you quickly scan the room and sigh relieved it’s still the lecture hall. You look at your hand, holding the phone and unlock it. As fast as you possibly can, you delete all Duke Richards screenshots, that remind you of that awfully awkward encounter. 

I will never play Choices during my lecture ever again. 

NEVER.

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[sinkagura]

Sep / 09 / 2023

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[stevie-rcgers]

The Roman Word for Love // III.5

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: where you had bruises, cuts, and scars your soulmate got flowers. everyone is born with one soulmate. bucky barnes lived long enough to have two.

Word Count: let's..... not talk about that (370+)

Rating/Warnings: none

a/n: suuuuuuuuuuuper short chapter. i was feeling guilty for missing a week and still not having a fully round out chapter for you guys, so i decided to post this short while you wait for chap 5. its not that great, rushed, and unedited by anyone other than me, but hopefully its something to tithe you over until the full chapter 💕

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You'd seen him before. Tall, dark, charmingly awkward. You'd seen him several times, at the bakery near your work, at the grocery by Steve's apartment, on the yellow line on Thursdays.

It seemed that you and he shared a proclivity to gravitate toward the same places; in orbit like a planet with its designated moons, perpetually circling around each other, forever at a distance.

This time it was at the park. He was tucked under one of the taller, fuller trees sitting, hunched, on one of the many polished bronze benches that lined the boundary between lush green grass and monochrome gray gravel.

You watched as he pet the steady stream of domestic animals that always seemed to be so attracted to him. First a pug, then a dalmatian, now a pair of Pomeranians who looked more like two spheres of raw cotton than dogs.

You smiled as the black one jumped, pawing at his calf, snuggling themselves up to him, and giggled as he scooped the tiny pup up for a pet then promptly placed them back down onto the cool ground. For such a large, scary looking man he always acted so innocently, so gentle.

From the corner of his eyes, Bucky could see you curled up beneath one of the many smaller trees that peppered the green grass-carpeted ground just past the benches opposite of him, the same place you settled nearly every day. The book you had been reading covering your face yet failing to hide your eyes, pointed in his direction, returning the attention he and Bellith always gave you.

You usually came in the evening right before the sun started setting when the heat began to die down.

Bellith, the elderly woman who always sat with him and kept him company on days like these, had brought you to his attention, having taken a joyous notice of the book you had been holding the first time you had passed through.

It was her favorite afternoon activity, watching you react almost too enthusiastically to its pages, blissfully unaware of your two-person audience. Of all the park's frequent visitors, you were her favorite and as the days continued you grew to be his too.

He liked seeing you here.

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[aion-rsa]

Cruella: Does Every Villain Need a Sympathetic Origin Story?

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Clearly this isn’t your parents’ Cruella De Vil. This isn’t even your Cruella De Vil. However, there is something fiendishly charming about seeing Emma Stone charge into a ballroom and light her black and white dress on fire, revealing a chic red number beneath that would do Scarlett O’Hara proud. If fashion is a statement, Cruella is here to say the villain has just arrived!

Yet one can’t help but shake the certainty that by the time we actually learn the plot of Disney’s Cruella reimagining, Cruella will be in anything but black and white, or fiery red. Rather Cruella is obviously posturing to take a sideways approach to an old classic. But then again, that increasingly feels like the only direction these Hollywood redos know: the sympathetic origin story for an iconic villain.

To be clear, we’ve only gotten a glimpse of Stone as the new Cruella, and she looks absolutely fabulous in a black leather coat and cane, purring, “I’m only getting started, darling.” There’s a wildness about this interpretation befitting our current era where Harley Quinn is the hero of her own story, and Wade Wilson now leads a Disney franchise. Nevertheless, when I watch Cruella on the edge of tears in the trailer, barking defiantly that she is CRUELLA—and seemingly embracing an unfair reputation that other characters may be placing on her—a nagging question persists in the back of my head: Do we really need a sympathetic Cruella De Vil?

The trend of supervillains getting intellectual property-expanding sob stories is nothing new, be it at Disney or anywhere else in Hollywood. Maybe 25 years ago when folks liked their villains big and outlandish—think Glenn Close in Disney’s previous live-action remake of 101 Dalmatians—it was novel to see the antagonist become a tragic protagonist. But like everything else with modern blockbusters, that all changed a long, long time ago with something called Star Wars.

Back in 1977 when the original Star Wars movie was released, many audience members left the theater giddy about the world George Lucas created. In a galaxy far, far away, every pop fantasy of the mid-20th century—Wizards! Knights! Princesses! Samurai! World War II ace pilots!—was thrown into a massive cauldron that seamlessly blended these elements.

Luke Skywalker’s galaxy felt like a real place of exotic, lived-in locales, all of which captured that dirt-under-the-fingertips, tactile quality so rarely seen in fantasy stories. Sure the characters might be archetypes, but they came with histories which gave their fantasy space battles human density. Old Ben Kenobi fought in the Clone Wars with Luke’s father Anakin, who was “a gifted pilot.” But what exactly was a clone war? And why was there more than one of them? Also, what did a Jedi’s “more civilized age” look like for Luke’s papa?

For more than 20 years, no one knew the answer to those questions, which made them all the more intriguing, and the “lore” of this fantasy evermore mythic. Then came Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace, the first modern blockbuster prequel devoted to filling in the gaps left by a beloved classic’s mysteries. That movie’s problems are numerous, but at its core the most persistent, lingering issue may still be the reveal that Darth Vader was once a blonde haired little boy with the emotional range of Beaver Cleaver. Of course everyone knew in the abstract sense Vader was once a child… but did they ever really want to see it?

Additionally, did anyone really want to learn Anakin Skywalker’s reason for turning to the Dark Side is because of a bratty streak that followed him into adulthood? Probably not.

Nonetheless, all three Star Wars prequels made massive amounts of money and rather than becoming cautionary tales of what happens when you attempt to explain away all the mysteries of a beloved character, they were the first steps toward a modern staple of media regurgitation where seemingly every mug, pug, and thug would get their own sympathetic redo.

Since then, we’ve learned on screen that Spider-Man’s arch-nemesis Venom, is really a well-intentioned bloke caught in a bad romance (with his alien space buddy), Batman’s arch-nemesis the Joker is really just a Travis Bickle clone with mommy issues, and Maleficent, the reigning empress of badassery in the Disney Villain canon, was really just a woman scorned by Sleeping Beauty’s toxic father. Even Hannibal Lecter became a victim in Hannibal Rising, and the Wicked Witch of the West starred in the most popular Broadway musical of all time… where it turns out she was the hero in a conspiracy with the Scarecrow to pull one over on Dorothy.

To be clear, some of these spinoffs and reimaginings work quite well. Even if I personally am a bit chagrined at Todd Phillips’ Joker being nominated for Best Picture, Joaquin Phoenix’s sad sack killer clown created the space for a riveting performance that reminded mainstream audiences that movies can still be for adults. In another comic book movie, Magneto’s heartbreaking backstory in the Holocaust was expanded in 2011’s X-Men: First Class, which made an already relatively complex supervillain just that much more compelling in Michael Fassbender’s hands.

Overall, however, this approach has left something to be desired. And to get back to Cruella, her remix as a misunderstood tragic heroine appears to owe most of all to Maleficent. In 2014, Disney made a killing when they cast movie star Angelina Jolie as their very best big bad, a character so evil in 1959’s Sleeping Beauty that she was willing to knockoff a princess simply because no one sent her a party invite. That’s cold. And it’s wickedly entertaining. Hence why Maleficent scared and captivated generations of children.

Some characters are just too good at being bad.

The marketing of Maleficent leaned into this with a melancholic cover of Sleeping Beauty’s Tchaikovsky-inspired theme song, “Once Upon a Dream.” Now in a minor key, the new version sung by Lana Del Rey promised a scarier, more menacing version of the story, which was then confirmed by Jolie’s wonderfully devilish laugh. The big bad was finally going to have her day at the ball.

But when the movie actually came out, we learned that Maleficent was an enchanted fairy who’d been wronged. In the end, she didn’t hate Elle Fanning’s Princess Aurora. In fact, she loved the little royal and tried to save her from the curse she herself cast in a fit of justified anger. Ultimately, the sorceress adopts Aurora as the daughter she never had after disposing of her now abusive father. That’s certainly an interpretation. I guess.

It also proved massively successful in the short term, opening at a staggering $175.5 million in its opening weekend worldwide, and grossing $758 million total. Those numbers also exclude merchandising and home video revenues. If you want to know why we’re getting the punk rock Cruella, look no further.

However, did a lot of folks really like Maleficent? It made all the money in the world based on that devious marketing campaign that promised a shocking tell-all about Disney’s closest approximation to Lucifer, but by the time a sequel limped into theater five years later, relatively few seemed to still care about the misunderstood, freedom fighting warrior fairy Jolie played. Maleficent: Mistress of Evil ostensibly continued the good fight but flopped at the box office with a cume of $491.7 million, barely more than half of what its predecessor made. (Don’t cry for Disney though, as Avengers: Endgame, Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, and remakes of Aladdin and The Lion King in the same year made Maleficent 2 look like a clerical error.)

What this whole sputtering franchise reminds us though is that some characters are better left bad, and the mystique of the unknown is an end unto itself. While I enjoyed Phoenix’s take on the Joker, there is little argument the character was even scarier with a PG-13 rating when he manifested out of thin air, like Beelzebub, in The Dark Knight. Or to take a step away from just villains, was Han Solo really any cooler when you learned how he got his name in Solo: A Star Wars Story? Or could you have gone your whole life without knowing thanks to The Hobbit movies that Gandalf and Galadriel were kind of, sort of, just maybe friends with benefits?

The allure of Cruella De Vil is right there in her name: She’s a cruel devil. How could she not be when her entire ambition in Disney’s classic 101 Dalmatians is to skin puppies for their fur coats? Finding out she used to fight the power before hoarding it may make a lot of money, but it doesn’t make her necessarily more compelling.

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Side blog question for my followers

Okay so in case you aren't aware, I'm a huge history geek. I studied history at uni but since graduating, I've not even used my degree.

I'm considering (this is a very new idea) about perhaps researching a certain historical figure. Mainly for pleasure but also for a career point of view - so many museums have specific areas or people they want researchers and curators for and I often decide not to bother applying for museum work as there will always be someone more experienced and qualified than me in a certain field.

So why don't I change that?

At the moment, I'd like to learn more about Madame de Montespan (though she may be well known now thanks to the TV show Versailles, otherwise you will know if her from my series A Kingdom Divided) or other figures such as the daughter of the Duchess of Devonshire and the PM Earl Grey, Eliza, (an affair that resulted in Eliza being given to the PMs family disguised as his `niece'). DRAMAAAAA.

I tend to gravitate towards historical figures because I like to know how they tick and the consequences of their actions.

Long post short, I'm thinking of starting a side blog to put up mood boards, research discoveries and other things.

Would anyone be interested in following it?

I totally understand if you don't because I know history can be really dull to most people. I just happen to love it.

I just thought a side blog would be fun to do and would help me brainstorm, plus if anything interested you then you could let me know and I could perhaps delve deeper.

Taggin' those who might be interested. I won't be offended if this isn't for you! I know we're a choices fandom, this is more a 'help me out as a tumblr friend' kinda thing

The side blog won't be up for ages (if I decide to do it). I'm just putting the feelers out and when I feel confident about it, then I'll make it.

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[elliebartlets]

vacation updates:

• the hotel we’re staying at made an error in our reservations and put us in a condo instead of a regular room because my aunt has an emotional support dog and they were overbooked or something. so we have 2 bedrooms 2 bathrooms a living area a kitchen and a balcony overlooking the ocean. nice error on their part.

• I went out drinking with my friend yesterday night and got pretty drunk and everything was going fine at the club we were at until these 40 year old men started talking to us. and then we left. and then I woke up the next day with a bad stomachache. so I’m not drinking for a while

• I saw a pug at the dog park and absolutely geeked out like an insane person because I also have a pug so I started talking to the owner about how I also have a pug and how much I love them and I think I may have lowkey freaked him out lmao

And we’re leaving tomorrow and I don’t want to.

#it was so cute!! #and it had the same name as my aunts dog #personal