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galbalmuhet · 2 months
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Happy B-Day my love... ❤️
Really miss you 💔
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st-severus · 2 months
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what did he ever do to deserve being named obadiah slope lol
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Making my book-obsessive-buying list for the holidays, I had just ordered Anthony Trollope's "Barchester Towers", having read the Warden a few years ago and finding it a really interesting read.
Out of curiosity, I searched in order to find whether the book (or any of the six-book series of Trollope) has been dramatized in movies or television. It actually has been dramatized in 1982,broadcasted on BBC.
And then---
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WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME ALAN RICKMAN PULLED ✨THIS ROLE✨ IN HIS YOUTH?
For the story, Obadiah Slope seems to be a master of manipulation, from what I gather.
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beasthaus · 2 years
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less than a month til Alan Rickman Diaries US release and i'm feeling SO normal about it <he says with death grip on thigh
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lazarusoftevmeck · 1 year
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Trying some new art style and coloring
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turpinsimp-blog · 1 year
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I almost forgot to post this for #RickmanOfTheMonth of March ehe Mr. Obadiah Slope (this has been in mah drafts for weeks eee)
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dinner-at-charlies · 1 year
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Given Harrow School is situated at the top of the Hill, with precipitous slopes and stairs at almost every turn, the name the School chose to give to the path that runs from the High Street to the Shepherd-Churchill Dining Room is Obadiah Slope!
Not familiar with Obadiah Slope? He's one of many fictional creations of Famous Old Harrovian, Anthony Trollope.
Well, let's hope he was fictional. Here's a summary of his description from Barchester Towers: 'Mr. Slope is tall, and his feet and hands are large ... his hair is lank, and of a dull pale reddish hue. It is always formed into three straight lumpy masses, each brushed with precision and cemented with much grease.... his face is nearly the same colour as his hair, though perhaps a little redder: it is not unlike beef; beef, however, one would say, of a bad quality. His forehead is capacious and high, but square and heavy and unpleasantly shining. His mouth is large, though his lips are thin and bloodless; and his big, prominent, pale brown eyes inspire anything but confidence. His nose, however, is his redeeming feature: it is pronounced, straight, and well-formed; though I myself should like it better did it not possess a somewhat spongy, porous appearance, as though it had been cleverly formed out of red coloured cork...'
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randomwholocker · 9 months
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What I found out while eating very late lunch on a large trampoline:
-Obadiah Slope would love Patreon
-flies are attracted to the same kind of lunch as me
-I could live happily in a room the size of said trampoline
-you don't need a sandwich to have a portable meal
-I want to have red hair
-I want to be Elizabeth Bennet
-salami and pepperoni and sharp cheddar and Provolone together unmelted (with a large pickle) is the best
-flies are weird
-I want a borzoi
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sips---tea · 3 years
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Sunday // Obadiah Slope x reader
You and your husband had just arrived in Barchester with the new bishop and his wife. You and Obaidah had married a few months before the Bishop got the job at Barchester and so now here you were sitting with Obadiah in your new room. It was very spacious and larger than the last one you had with him.
"Is this room satisfactory?" he asked
"Very" you said smiling and looking around again. There was a stained glass window so you got up from the bed and went closer to it, running your fingers across it. Obadiah got up also and followed you, leaning over as you touched the glass.
"Beautiful" you murmured.
"It is darling" he said, his face close to yours.
"I thank the Lord that the bishop got this job" you said.
"Thank the Lord indeed" Obadiah repeated. You turned around to face Obadiah as he looked down at you, his eyes flashed. Suddenly his lips were on yours and he was pushing you into the wall next to the stained glass window. Your heart fluttered and you breathed heavily as Obadiah kissed you deeply. After a time he let go and stared at you, his eyes close to yours, your noses almost touching. "My sweet innocent angel" he murmured. "I love you so"
"I love you too Obadiah" you murmured, holding onto his waistcoat, keeping him close to yourself.
The first Sunday arrived and your husband was preaching. You knew his preaching was unorthodox. His views were low church, being against music and paintings in the church, seeing them as distractions to the gospel. You enjoyed these things but understood Obadiah's opinion and listened to him as he talked on the subject, you noticed when he did his eyes lit up. You put that out of your mind as you walked into the church and saw the large congregation starting to move towards the pews. You followed the crowd and took a seat next to two women.
"Good morning" you said with a smile.
"Good morning" the two said in reply. "Are you new to Barchester?" one asked.
"I am" you said with a smile. "I am Mrs (y/n) Slope"
"The Bishops Chaplin's wife?" one asked.
"I am yes" you answered.
"Well I am Mrs Susan Grantly and this is Ms Eloner Bold" she said.
"It is very good to meet you, Ms Grantly, Ms Bold" you said
"It's a pleasure" they said.
"Have you met my husband?" you asked.
"We have not" Elenor said. "But I am sure we will have the pleasure too sooner or later"
There was a small silence until you started to talk again. "I have heard that the composer Mr Harding works at this parish" you said. "I love this music"
"Do you?" Elenor asked.
"He is our father" Susan said
"How wonderful" you said, your eyes twinkling in delight. "If I do not get to meet him after the service please send my warmest regards"
"We shall" Susan said, nodding in approval.
The church hushed as the service started. You were treated to some of Mr Harding's music then your husband stood to preach. He totally slagged off Mr Harding's music and put his low church views to the full. You were embarrassed, this would ruin your relationship with everyone in the parish now. You sang a few more hymns, communion was given out and then the final blessing. You had a slight bone to pick with your husband and you got sent a look by Susan and Elenor. You had very little in life, being a woman and having a job, so you built happy relations and created great friends, however, this was not the finest of start.
You decided to go looking for Mr Harding. Getting up after the service, the organ playing merrily you found him, just leaving the office. "Mr Harding?" you asked.
"Yes?"
"I am Ms (y/n) it is lovely to meet you" you said.
"And you too my dear" he said.
"I just wanted to say thank you for your music. I have just moved here and was overjoyed when I discovered you work at the cathedral here" you said. "I have sung much of your work"
"Thank you" he said. "I am so glad that my work has touched the hearts of people" his eyes twinkled and a smile rested on his lips.
"I must go" you said, bowing slightly. "Thank you"
"You're welcome, my child" he said. "If you ever want to see some of my works in progress you need just to send a letter" he winked cheekily and you grinned.
"You are too kind"
"Not at all" he said and shook your hand. "It has been lovely to meet you"
"And you too" you said. You watched him walk away and suddenly felt a presence behind you.
"You have met Mr Harding" Obadiah stated.
"I have" you said, watching him walk toward the end of the church. "I quite like him. He reminds me of my late grandfather"
Obadiah didn't comment, instead turning as the Bishop and his wife approached him.
Mr Harding was overjoyed, he had a fan. This helped to relieve the pain he felt due to the sermon and when he met with his daughters he was much happier than when he left the office.
"I see you met Mrs Slope" Susan said.
"Mrs Slope?" he asked. "Are you saying that this intolerable man is married?"
"To Ms (y/n)" Susan said.
Mr Harding's face dropped. "The same Ms (y/n) who praised my music as I came out of the office"
"She said to give you her warmest regards before the service, apparently she enjoys your music" Susan said. "Well she must not be lying"
"Lying about what?" Mr Harding asked.
"Lying about liking your music" Susan said. "I looked at her throughout the sermon, she did not seem to know it. She also doesn't seem the type to be polite due to her husband's wishes"
"I am not sure what you are getting at" Mr Harding said, thinking
"She does seem like a fine and beautiful woman" Elenor said, trying to stop the theorising that Slope told you to be kind about Mr Harding. "Inside and out"
"I wonder what brought her to meet Mr Slope?" Mr Harding asked.
"We may never know" Susan said.
"Let us go" Mr Harding said. "We can talk more of this matter over tea. The two nodded and they all walked out.
You watched as Slope got out of his robes and hung them up next to the multitude of others.
"You offended Mr Harding" you said.
"Offended?" Obadiah asked.
"Yes, you insulted his music to his congregation" you said.
"You know my views poppet" he said.
"I do" you said. "I just think you should have been more gentle"
Obadiah stalked over to you and cupped your cheek. "I believe it was sincere which was needed" he said. "And anyway, I am going over to Mr Harding's abode in twenty minutes"
"I will get back to the house" you said.
"Good girl" he said, kissing your cheek gently. You giggled at the nickname and he smirked, moving his lips to yours and pushing you against the curtains of were the robes where kept, meaning you felt into the wooden structure, the thick green curtains doing nothing to stop your fall as you hit your head on the wooden bottom of the robe rack.
"Poppet?" Obadiah asked worriedly. He pushed his hand through his pristine hair and managed to pull you up and into your arms. "Silly Poppet" he muttered, stroking your hair. "I will have to cancel the meeting to look after you" he caressed your cheek. "Are you dizzy?" he asked.
"A little" you mumbled.
"Then take my arm when you stand" he ordered
You nodded and let you stand and grabbed your arm. Quickly he wrote a note to be posted and together you walked toward the Harding residence, posting the small note through the door he led you home and to bed.
"I am fine now" you grumbled.
"I don't want my wife hurt" Obadiah said. "So lay down and rest" you sighed and nodded, getting under the covers. Obadiah joined you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Rest my dear and I will recite to you some bible verses. You nodded and closed your eyes as Obadiah started reciting a bible passage while watching your face as you relaxed into his arms. You were so perfect, his angel, a gift from the Lord himself. Obadiah stroked your hair and watched you as you snuggled into his warm and firm chest. Obadiah pulled you further in and together you drifted to sleep.
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jsands84 · 3 years
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“May you both live forever.”
- Obadiah Slope (Alan Rickman), The Barchester Chronicles (1982)
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an Alan a day keeps the sorrow away. 65/ ?
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alwaysrickman · 6 years
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Alan Rickman & Susan Hamshire as Obadiah Slope & Madeline in The Barchester Chronicles / apologies
Madeline: Aw. Tell me I’m forgiven. Obadiah: What is there to forgive? Madeline: Forgive me for telling the truth. And let us still be friends. Twice more; for true forgiveness.
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hitchell-mope · 2 years
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In a similar vein to my Disney rant from December
There are too many sympathetic villains nowadays. Too many likeable villains. Too many not actually evil just misunderstood antagonists. It needs to stop. Villains should operate on black morality and be punished accordingly. Heroes should get free rein to deal with villains however necessary. I know it sounds cynical but I just feel like series and film creators are using complex characters wrong.
Like. I get it if the villains the main character. Like descendants. Mal gets the most development because she’s the main. I’m alright with that. I like Mal. She gets her just rewards AND her just desserts. But Audrey is not a grey or white character. She was black from the start. And the “motivation” for her finally jumping off the slope was
Bullshit because it’s just the romcom trope of the evil ex with the addition of a stolen wmd
Boring because she was just a poorly handled and poorly done Maleficent facsimile. Cause I’m pretty sure KChen was working on American gods at the time and couldn’t come back.
I like Batman. He beats villains to a pulp and puts them in jail. The villains are child murdering drug pedalling scum who revel in their crimes. It’s why I have no interest in any of the adult character in Gotham besides Jim Gordon and Alfred Pemnyworth. I know how the stories are going to go. So why should I care about buzzard beak or question mark man or the self righteous eco terrorist. Why should I care about the villains at all?
I will say though that characters like Selina Kyle are different as she’s labelled as an antihero and not a villain. But still. Villains. Shouldn’t. Be. Grey. The Draco in leather pants and Ron the death eater tropes are the banes of my existence.
It also doesn’t help when you treat grey characters as purely black. And vice versa. Like Varian in tangled. He’s a scared kid who went off the deep end trying to help his father after no one listened to him. Yeah he went overboard. But it’s for an understandable reason. And yet he’s treated as an untrustworthy lunatic when the real lunatic was treated with understanding and care that she in no way deserved.
Hell. Even marvel gets in on it. They’ve gone from Obadiah Stane to the little welp of an ingrate that is Thor’s brother. Just like Disney’s gone from villains like Scar to pillocks like Namaari. You can’t make bastards like these then expect me to care about them because “they’re sad inside”. I don’t want to cheer them up. I want to cheer they’re downfall.
Shows like Merlin are a little more complicated I grant you. Buts that’s mostly because the show has a really fucked up sense of morality. Like. Uther’s definitely a despotic maniac. But you can’t let the magic users kill him because then Arthur will just carry on his idiot fathers work. And it also doesn’t help that Arthur’s character development is mostly bare bones to nonexistent.
Really I suppose you could say it’s [tumblr]’s fault. I used to like villains. I did. I really did. But the longer I’m on this site and the more I get bombarded with apologist posts on how it’s really the hero’s fault the villains did what they did because “they weren’t nice enough”. Gimme a goddamn break. The Lena Luthor’s of fiction deserve death. No a sympathetic ear. It shouldn’t work like that.
You should be able to make a villain engaging and compelling without making them attractive or sympathetic. For example. Frollo was a perverted old bastard but he was still an interesting character to watch. And you still cheered on his much deserved death.
TL;DR: I know I sound cynical and cruel and bitchy but I don’t care. Because there really needs to be more Scar’s and Obadiah Stane’s in fiction again. And far less Namaari’s and Loki’s
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dinner-at-charlies · 11 months
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Famous Old Harrovians:
Given Harrow School is situated at the top of the Hill, with precipitous slopes and stairs at almost every turn, the name the School chose to give to the path that runs from the High Street down to the Shepherd-Churchill Dining Room, is Obadiah Slope!
Not familiar with Obadiah Slope? He's one of many fictional creations of Famous Old Harrovian, Anthony Trollope.
Well, let's hope he was fictional! Here's a summary of his description from Barchester Towers: 'Mr. Slope is tall, and his feet and hands are large ... his hair is lank, and of a dull pale reddish hue. It is always formed into three straight lumpy masses, each brushed with precision and cemented with much grease.... his face is nearly the same colour as his hair, though perhaps a little redder: it is not unlike beef; beef, however, one would say, of a bad quality. His forehead is capacious and high, but square and heavy and unpleasantly shining. His mouth is large, though his lips are thin and bloodless; and his big, prominent, pale brown eyes inspire anything but confidence. His nose, however, is his redeeming feature: it is pronounced, straight, and well-formed; though I myself should like it better did it not possess a somewhat spongy, porous appearance, as though it had been cleverly formed out of red coloured cork...'
Always time for one more tradition: Sir Anthony Trollope was not only a novelist, his coat of arms includes the emblem of another of his creations – the post box!
Whilst working as a surveyor for the Post Office, Trollope was sent to the Channel Islands by Sir Rowland Hill, Chief Secretary to the Postmaster General, to ascertain what could be done about disruptions to the collection of mail caused by the vagaries of weather and tides affecting sailing times of the Royal Mail packet boats.
Trollope's recommendation was to employ a device he may have seen in use in Paris - a letter-receiving pillar. He estimated that four would be needed for Guernsey and five for Jersey. The foundry of Vaudin & Son was commissioned to produce them, and they were brought into public use on 23 November, 1852. They were an instant success!
Not familiar with Harrow? A replica of the original Victorian Postbox designed by Anthony Trollope, was presented to Harrow School by the Post Office. It stands outside the Headmaster's House on the High Street in Harrow.
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ao3feed-snape · 2 years
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Alan Rickman Oneshots
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by Nonimportant
Oneshots for Alan Rickman Characters with MalexMale Pairings. Mostly Smut.
Words: 33, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Sense and Sensibility - All Media Types, The Barchester Chronicles, Gambit (2012), Die Hard (Movies), British Actor RPF, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991), Truly Madly Deeply (1990), Dogma (1999), Galaxy Quest (1999), A Little Chaos (2014), A Promise (2013), Quigley Down Under (1990), An Awfully Big Adventure (1995), Love Actually (2003), Sweeney Todd (2007), Something the Lord Made (2004), Eye in the Sky (2015), Alice in Wonderland - Fandom, Michael Collins (1996), Judas Kiss (2011), Nobel Son (2007), Snow Cake (2006), Dark Harbor (1998), Bob Roberts (1992), Close My Eyes (1991), Closet Land (1991), Blow Dry (2001), Murder: Obliquely
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Obadiah Slope, Alan Rickman, Lionel Shabandar, Colonel Brandon (Sense and Sensibility), Hans Gruber (Die Hard), Ronald Regan, Alexander Dane, Synclair Bryant, Severus Snape, Sheriff of Nottingham, Jamie, Metatron, Karl Hoffmeister, King Louis XIV, Elliot Marston, P.L O'Hara, Harry, Judge Turpin (Sweeney Todd), Alfred Blalock, Frank Benson, Absolem (Alice in Wonderland), Éamon de Valera, ed the painter - Character, Eli Michaelson, Alex Hughes, David Weinberg, Detective David Friedman, Lukas Hart III, The Interrogator, Phil Allen, Dwight Billings
Relationships: Alan Rickman/Original Male Character(s), Alan Rickman Characters/ Original Male Characters
Additional Tags: Bottom Alan Rickman, Top Original Male Character(s), Bottom Alan Rickman Characters
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