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llovelymoonn · 1 year

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favourite poems of april

daniel nyikos potato soup

mary oliver when death comes

walt whitman leaves of grass: “whoever you are holding me now in hand”

kazim ali refuge temple

d.a. powell republic

toi derricotte natural birth: “november”

cathy song the age of reptiles

dante émile sharing a cigarette with joan of arc

rigoberto gonzalez other fugitives and other strangers: “the strangers who find me in the woods”

mary oliver new and selected poems: “the summer day”

d.a. powell chronic: “continental divide”

kahlil gibran the seven selves

franz wright night walk

mary oliver the black snake

martha collins day unto day: “over time”

ada limón the bird knows he is going to die and wishes not to (recommended to me by @craigslistening <33)

aish (@sapientes) rubin’s vase

tom pickard nectarine

alicia ostriker song

d.a. powell the expiration date on the world is not quite the same as the expiration date on my prophylactic

james dickey the whole motion: collected poems 1945-1992: “the strength of fields”

everett owens strength from a mountain

denise levertov o taste and see: new poems: “the secret”

david st. john the place that inhabits us: “peach fires”

robinson jeffers their beauty has more meaning

thomas centolella almost human: “the hope i know”

elizabeth willis address: “in strength sweetness

amiri baraka s o s: poems 1961-2013: “tender arrivals”

mary oliver the black walnut tree

stephen spender new collected poems: “song”

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patriciaisaisa · 4 months

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to be touched, to have received a sign, or waiting for one.

i'm no longer religious but i do feel like i'm waiting for a sign from the heavens, something to give me back what you took from me, back to the begining, no sin having stained my hands. maybe a miracle, something, someone to tell me "you're doing good. you are good." i wish i didn't look for it so hungrily, desperatly, all animal, teeth and claws at the ready. head steady, ready to pounce.

they say to get a sign from god you have to believe, to have faith, look for it. but for once i want it to come to me. haven't i done enough? can't it come to me for once? i got blood underneath my fingernails and it won't come out. i sinned and repented just like you asked. i did this for you, but are you even there?

you have taken something from me. something i can't get back.

- journal entry from early december 2023

#spilled words #journal #on self #i wrote this after reading sharing a cigarette with joan of arc #catholic guilt #if theres one thing that has survived from my childohood catholicism its the guilt oh the guilt #to have made up sin is harsh but to have it stuck to me despite a lack of belief is ridiculous #to be touched by god is to be destined to early fire to have once been catholic is to never rid yourself of the guilt #catholic guilt up to the hilt

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orpheuslament · 1 year

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i fucking love when ppl make artwork inspired by my poetry it makes me incredibly happy

#someone on ig drew something inspired by sharing a cigarette with joan of arc too & im <33333 woah #dante.txt

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monoma-neito · 1 year

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Read a poem recently that made me think differently about my transness.

We've all heard the saying about how God made you trans for the same reason he made wheat but not bread: so humans can delight in their creation. It's a beautiful image, the idea of a community coming together to transform one person into another.

This poem, however, frames it differently. None of your own feelings matter when God has plans for you. In keeping with the previous sentiment, God has plans to use my transness to bring a community together. And while that sounds good on paper, it means that one can't just live a normal life.

Oftentimes my transness feels like a burden on my life. Much like the subject of the poem, I can't just remain insignificant. It's a call to action, that I must educate people and advocate wholeheartedly for social change and give up all privacy because my gender gives me the ability to do so. But in all honesty? I don't like the childhood God has given me. I don't like never having gotten to be a normal kid or a normal teenager. I never wanted this life, never wanted to be some divine tool. I just wanted to remain insignificant. I just wanted to be normal.

But like the subject of the poem, I'm expected, designated to be a Saint. For the rest of my life, my transness will dictate my life. I will forever be a tool for God to bring people together. I will always be wheat needing to be made into bread by others. I'm always going to be another figure they can operate on and show off, like when you take a pen apart and put it back together to prove you can. All because I want to live as the opposite gender.

#the poem is called 'sharing a cigarette with joan of arc'#and it's by @/orpheuslament #their work has changed me man #transgender #trans #trans guy #trans man #transmasc #ftm #trans reality #tw hopelessness #tw religion

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mediapen · 1 year

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THE WAY A BOY CREATES HIMSELF WITH A PAIR OF KITCHEN SCISSORS AND HIS PARENTS' DISMISSAL — ↳ CS55 ++ dante émile, 'sharing a cigarette with joan of arc.'

#web weaving #carlos sainz jr #cs #m #im BACK!!!!!! hello >:0)#sorry for overdoing the metaphor AGAIN do you still think im hot #the first photo. well if i had a breakdown Yeah i did. the first ever time i have not felt burning hatred towards that old man #we had to cut half the poem because you guys just arent category 5 Understanders yet. but keep trying! you just have to want it :)

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spiritunwilling · 8 months

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Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc - Dante Émile | What I Carried - Maggie Smith

(Both poems are longer than what's in the picture; read the full poems at the links above.)

#poetry bracket

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solipseismic · 4 months

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2023 poetry rec list

technically a day late but who cares! i don't. it's gonna be a long one this year too despite not having read or written as much poetry as of late; i'm putting my overall fifteen favorite + poetry book recs up here and the rest below a cut to spare your dashboards :)

2022

2021

books:

calling a wolf a wolf (kaveh akbar)

cinema of the present (lisa robertson)

dictee (theresa hak kyung cha)

pilgrim bell (kaveh akbar)

prelude to bruise (saeed jones)

the crown ain't worth much (hanif abdurraqib)

top 15:

abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian reservation (natalie diaz)

about eight minutes of light (robert king)

at luca signorelli's resurrection of the body (jorie graham)

ginen the micronesian kingfisher [i sihek] (craig santos perez)

gods, gods, powers, lord, universe-- (chen chen)

kupu rere kē (alice te punga somerville)

look (solmaz sharif)

ode to the 9,000 year old woman (@/goodbyevitamin)

one art (elizabeth bishop)

petitioning the patron saint of childbirth (danielle boodoo-fortuné)

so mexicans are taking jobs from americans (jimmy santiago baca)

the death loop (jon lovett)

the difficult miracle of black poetry in america: something like a sonnet for phillis wheatley (june jordan)

the madwoman as rasta medusa (shara mccallum)

vocabulary (safia elhillo)

& the gun echoed for centuries; interlude with drug of course; & the light devours us all (yasmin belkhyr)

a brother named gethsemane (natalie diaz)

a map to the next world (joy harjo)

between autumn equinox and winter solstice, today (emily jungmin yoon)

cherish this ecstasy (david james duncan)

coffins (derick thomson)

conflict resolution for holy beings (joy harjo)

failing and flying (jack gilbert)

ginen tidelands [latte stone park] [hagåtña, guåhan] (craig santos perez)

how to be a dog (andrew kane)

i love you to the moon & (chen chen)

i'm sorry birds (@/quezify)

insomnia and the seven steps to grace (joy harjo)

i was sleeping where the black oaks move (louise erdrich)

i watch her eat the apple (natalie diaz)

moth wings and other things (@/grendel-menz)

my father (ollie schminkey)

my soldier, my stranger (scherezade siobhan)

new year's day (joan tierney)

october (louise glück)

praise song for oceania (craig santos perez)

praise the rain (joy harjo)

real estate (richard siken)

sharing a cigarette with joan of arc (dante emile)

song of the anti-sisyphus (chen chen)

table (edip cansever, transl. richard tillinghast)

tear it down (jack gilbert)

temporary job (minnie bruce pratt)

the blue dress (saeed jones)

the lesson of the moth (don marquis)

the universe, as in one last song for the lonely hearts (michelle hulan)

throwing children (ross gay)

untitled (joan tierney)

voices (naomi shihab nye)

when i die i want your hands on my eyes (pablo neruda)

why i am not coming in to work today (jess zimmerman)

wolf moon (nina maclaughlin)

yes, it was the mountain echo (william wordsworth)

#2023 #last post of the 2023 tag :)#here's to another year of gay poetry #to be is to be backlit #poems #poetry #croidhe #poetry recs #poetry rec list #writing

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libraryofjoy · 5 months

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Books I read in November 2023

The Cherry Robbers by Sarai Walker. Fiction. The six Chapel sisters are cursed to die after they get married. This is a book about women who are not believed. The writing style is really fun, which kept me going through a plot where the main character spend almost the entire book grieving and terrified. Content warnings: sexual assault, mental illness, suicide.

Chief Seattle and the Town That Took His Name by David M. Buerge. Nonfiction. This book gave a lot of detail that I didn't get in my rushed little Washington State History high school class. Buerge sifts through misquoted and exaggerated accounts of Chief Seattle in an attempt to give a well-rounded portrayal of a remarkable man with a complicated legacy.

Strange Beasts of China by Yan Ge. Fiction. A cryptozoologist writes about the mysterious beings, described as beasts, who live among the people of the fictional city of Yong'an. This is a very dingey-bar-and-cigarettes kind of narrative. Sometimes colorful and exciting, sometimes violent and dystopian. Content warning: medical malpractice, mass killing, gore.

LaRose by Louise Erdrich. Fiction. After he accidentally shoots his neighbor's son while hunting, an Indigenous man and his wife decide to give the neighbors their own son as an act of atonement. This book deals with really intense subject matter, so I was surprised with how gently it ends. Content warnings: child death, domestic violence, sexual assault, drug abuse, residential schools.

An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz. Nonfiction. This book really brings you face to face with the gratuitous anti-Indigenous violence which has marked US history.

Woodwalker by Emily B. Martin. Fiction. A politically-significant life-changing field trip through the woods. This book reminded me a lot of The Thief, which makes sense because Emily B. Martin has done some wonderful illustrations for the Queen's Thief series. I was really glad to find an audiobook of this!

The Seamstress of Sardinia by Bianca Pitzorno. Fiction. A young girl learns to sew and to navigate her place in 19th-century Italian society as she comes of age. The narrator's seamstress job gives her a glimpse into the private lives of the richest and poorest of society. Content warning: sexual assault.

What Do You Want Out of Life? by Valerie Tiberius. This is sort of a philosophical self-help book that focuses on identifying your values and prioritizing the ones that matter most to you. Not my preferred reading but it wasn't too long and the advice was sensible.

Joan of Arc by Helen Castor. This book focuses on the political landscapes of France and England under which Joan of Arc fought. Castor detangles some of the enmeshed religion and power struggle to unpack how the same young woman could so easily be a heroine saint or a heretic, depending on who had the power to shape the narrative. Underlying all of it, Joan the Maiden stands out as a brave, imperfect but devout person who lived and died for her convictions.

Fragmented by Ilana Yurkiewicz, MD. A doctor shares her own experiences to illustrate systemic problems with the American healthcare system which fragment communication at the expense of patients' wellbeing.

The Berry Pickers by Amanda Peters. A four-year-old Mi'kmaq girl goes missing as her family work in Maine blueberry field. The book is narrated by Ruthie (renamed Norma) and her brother Joe as they grow up and process the trauma of their separation. My mom grew up in Maine and is about the same age as Ruthie, so this book's setting felt very familiar. I think it would be really interesting to compare this book with LaRose, which has similar themes. Content warning: infertility, pregnancy loss, alcohol abuse, domestic violence, cancer.

Fiction:6

Nonfiction:5

Total fiction this year:46

Total nonfiction this year:47

Total books this year: 93

I ended up really enjoying a lot of the books I read in November. I'm also pretty close to reaching 100 books for the year, so I'm going to make that my goal!

#gab tag #books read in 2023

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alittleannihilati0n · 1 year

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Behind The Sea, Panic! at the Disco

I Feel Sorry for Jesus, Naomi Shihab Nye

Poetry Unbound, Pádraig Ó Tuama

Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc, Dante Emile

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heliacentrism · 11 months

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📌 Pinned Post! 📌

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Hello friends! My name is Charlie! This is a charlies-palace sideblog! This is my pinned post over here, which acts as a directory for my blog (or sideblog in this case). Embedded links are bold and underlined- please let me know if any aren't working!

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Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc

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painlessbutithurts · 1 year

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Not mine; written by Dante Emile

#trans #punk #girlslikeus #not mine #give them some love

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blogs-from-europe · 4 years

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Paris

We did not intend to come to Paris. We had planned ot head to Venice, but the coronavirus outbreak in northern Italy was kicking off and it seemed stupid to charge into the middle of it. Instead, we re-routed to Paris with no real plans for what we were going to do for the next month.

We took the Eurostar high speed train from London to Paris: there was wifi, cushy chairs, and some catered snacks we purchased from Marks & Spencers. The dining in London was meh, but their store-bought snacks blow Australia out of the water. Down with the Coles / Woolworths duopoly!

We arrived into Paris around 9pm and walked from the train station to our hotel. This may displease some of the parents reading this missive, but Matt and I did not check Smart Traveller before booking to go to Paris. It turns out that the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade considers France quite dangerous! The whole country has been slapped with an "Exercise a high degree of caution” warning, and this isn’t because of the coronavirus, this is down to the amount of violent crime tourists are likely to encounter (armed robberies on trains, car theft, etc.) and the riots. Oh and the likelihood of terrorist attacks. We certainly noticed in France that the cops were heavily armed: we saw a police officer cradling a machine gun during a friendly exchange with a citizen to give directions.

On our Sunday night walk from the train station to our hotel, the streets were mostly empty. We passed a number of sex shops, massage parlours with red lights, groups of men standing around apparently doing nothing, sex workers, and suspicious men selling cigarettes on street corners. We were on high alert for pick-pockets and the violent crimes which Smart Traveller had warned us about: with our enormous backpacks we were effectively wearing neon signs saying ‘We are tourists! Please rob us!’. Despite our fears we made it to the hotel safely. The hotel was a last-minute booking as part of our rescheduling to avoid Italy so we didn’t have many options when booking online: I think it would be safe to say that our hotel was one of the worst in Paris. We were given tokens to access the shared shower down the hallway from our room: for our three night stay we were given four tokens, effectively rationing our showers for the stay. (Again, parents reading this may be troubled to learn that we only ended up using three of the four tokens – the person who only showered once has a name beginning with ‘M’ and ending with ‘atthew’.)

Another charming feature of the hotel was the low ceilings, roughly only two meters in height:

For our first day in Paris, it rained all day.

To stay out of the rain, we picked a couple of indoor activities: a visit to the Musee de Cluny (famous for its Lady and Unicorn tapestries and various other medieval art) and a visit to the Pantheon. After paying to get in, we realised that the Lady and Unicorn tapestries section of the museum was closed. Disappointingly, a promising section of the museum called ‘Treasures’ was also closed – I must confess, Matt and I did inadvertently go into the Treasures section and stole a fleeting glance at a magnificent tapestry before a strict Frenchman told us (in French so this may not be an exact translation) “Can’t you see this section of the museum is closed? No treasures for you! Get the hell out!”. Utimately we only got to see some old rocks and a bath. Overall rating for Musee de Cluny is 1/5. Matt observed that it should really be called the “Musee de Close-y”.

Next we trudged uphill through heavy rain to the Pantheon. Matt had expressed his indifference towards visiting churches, but I thought Foucault’s pendulum (housed in the church) might be of interest to him. Turns out, the Pantheon has many great qualities: it’s an amazing sandstone church built in the 1700s. During the Enlightenment, the church became a sort of secular shrine to the great figures of France including writers, politicians, scientists, etc. In addition to looking through the church (which included a huge dome, Foucault’s pendulum and some cool paintings of Joan of Arc) we got to explore the crypt which was much more pleasant and well-lit than you might expect a crypt to be.

Contrary to popular opinion, we did not find the waiters of Paris to be particularly snooty (maybe this is because we are residents of Fitzroy, which is home to many snooty waiters – mostly with fluoro hair and ripped jeans) but we did notice that they would greet us assuming we were French with a ‘Bonjour!’ or ‘Bonsoir!’ and when we would respond in attempted French they lose a little of their joie de vivre and would immediately switch to English. This was obviously intended as a kindness and did make things easier for ordering and finding a table, but meant we were robbed of the chance to practice our French. This also suggests that our pronunciation of ‘Bonjour’ is so poor that we cannot even pass for particularly uncultured or stupid Frenchmen.

To get around we tried renting electric scooters and bikes via Uber, with mixed results: there was terror, joy, and some frustration with Uber’s capricious parking rules.

For the super-interested, here are some other things we got up to in Paris:

Montmarte: We rode our electric bikes to Montmatre, an area famous for Sacre Coeur, an old church with a fantastic view, and the Moulin Rouge. The ride was mostly uphill, but on the electric bicycle was quite easy.

Wine tasting: We also did a wine tasting via Airbnb. Key takeaway: Chardonnay in France is not aged in oak barrels, meaning it doesn’t have that strong oaky taste (which I often find to be kind of cloying). Matt and I never really liked the taste of Australian chardonnay, so this was probably because of the barrel flavour. We also learned about tannins (broken down grape skins which appear in red wines) and about how rose is made (red grapes, but the skin is taken out sooner!)

Catacombs: There are old mines under Paris, which were the source of the sandstone used to build many of the city’s great buildings. These were later filled with bones after the central cemeteries were filled. We both regretted visiting the catacombs as it was very somber and confronting: millions of bones, hundreds of years old, piled on top of each other in a network of disused mines. Who enjoys this stuff?? We both felt sad and flat after the Catacombs, but then stopped for a hot chocolate and apple pastry which improved the mood. Afterwards we agreed to not visit any more mass graves.

Champs Elysées: We walked past the Louvre and gardens, Champs Elysées, Arc de Triomphe – a lovely area. We stopped for crepes and paid 1.5 euro (~$2.50 in Australian dollars) to use a public bathroom.

We also spent some time watching street hustlers. In the photo below, just below the Eiffel Tower you’ll see a ring of people in black.

We watched them for half an hour or so. They stand together all day pretending to play a three-shell game, betting 100 euro a pop. The idea with the game is that the dealer hides a ball under one cup, then quickly shuffles all three cups to ‘hide’ the ball - the person who paid to play can then pick the cup which they think holds the ball. If they are right, they get 200 euro; if they are wrong they lose the lot. We inferred the people dressed in black are working with the dealer, spending all day pretending to play. They win some, they lose some, they clap and say “bravo!”. The idea is to make it look like riotous good fun for people passing by so that they might be tempted to play. They’re essentially just shuffing money around within their group. A key part of the scam is that after each shuffle one of the group picks a cup which, if you’ve been paying attention to the shuffle, clearly does not hold the ball - the incorrect guess is jeered at by the group and then someone else guesses correctly to much cheering. This makes the game look easy, and probably fools observers into thinking they’re especially good at the shell game because they can find the ball every time. I can only assume that when someone is playing the game for real, the shuffle is much faster and tricker to follow.

After watching for a while, we saw a middle-aged tourist approach the group, watch from the side for a while, and then scurry away to pull cash out of his money belt. His friend tried to talk him out of it. He played anyway. We watched him lose. His friend walked off in disgust. He lost again. He walked off to find his friend. The shell game people packed up after that. I assume they also pick your pockets when they can.

There were a few more tourist-scams going around, but we didn’t have any trouble. We don’t know why these three golden retreivers were standing sentinel outside the subway...

... but we can only assume it was a part of some kind of elaborate hoax.

Matt and I are now in Chamonix, a ski town in the French alps. He is practicing the ukulele and I am writing this. We’re staying in an Airbnb - our hosts are have at least three cats (two of whom have deigned to let me pat them) and we were warned that if we hear a noise like someone tapping on the window during the night it is just the local deer inadvertently banging their horns on the window while they try to eat whatever bits of grass near the house aren’t under snow.

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orpheuslament · 1 year

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Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc, Dante Émile

#I FINISHED IT #not too happy with it but oh well here it is #also on substack if u click the link!#joan of arc #jeanne d'arc #words #dante émile #poets on tumblr #trans poets on tumblr

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sulietsexual · 5 years

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You've finished watching Mad Men, that's great! I'd love to read your thoughts on Peggy, her characterization and her arc. Admittedly, she's my favorite character of that show.

Peggy probably has the biggest arc on the show and it is very interesting and endearing to watch her go from this shy, unsure secretary to a confident executive, who strolls into McCann with a cigarette dangling from her lips and a pornographic painting under her arm. I just went back to the beginning of the series (because I loved it so much I need to watch it again!) and seeing the difference between Season 7 Peggy and Season 1 Peggy is astounding. She grows so much and becomes so much more confident in herself and her own abilities, taking Don’s advice to move forward and make something of herself and her future.

I think that Peggy actually shares a lot of similarities with Pete Campbell; they are both young and inexperienced when they start and kind of luck into their respective positions in the company (Pete because of his family name and Peggy because Freddy saw potential in her after her “basket of kisses” comment to him). They both desperately crave Don’s approval while simultaneously resenting him for his success and apparent ease in life. They both try to accelerate their careers prematurely, believing they’re entitled to positions/promotions that they actually aren’t, but then find that when they actually buckle down and work hard, their achievements are recognised and they progress in their careers. And, of course, their shared attraction to one another and quiet realisation that their lives are on different tracks and they want different things.

What I liked about the characterisation of Peggy was that the show allowed her to have a lot of flaws. A character like Peggy could have very easily become a Mary Sue but Mad Men treats her same as all the other characters - as a human being with some not-so-great traits, which are laid bare for the audiences to see. She has no qualms cheating with married men, yet hypocritically judges others for doing the same. She and Joan are horrible to one another at times, with Peggy slut-shaming Joan and Joan making nasty comments about Peggy’s physical appearance. And Peggy can be very petty and spiteful at times, not to mention she’s very judgmental and quick to throw shade without having all the facts.

But she’s also a very strong character and she withstands a lot of sexism and bullshit from her male co-workers, especially when she first starts out as a copywriter. As her career progresses, so too does her confidence, especially once she starts demanding the same treatment her male co-workers get, including her own office and the same wage, to the point where she’s able to shake down Roger for $400 when Roger unexpectedly springs a writing assignment on her.

Peggy’s a great character, and while she isn’t exactly one of my favourites on the show, I can definitely appreciate her arc and characterisation over the course of the series.

#mad men #mad men meta #peggy olson #Anonymous #answered #meta

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sirendrowns · 5 years

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! good luck !

TAGGED. stolen lmao TAGGING. steal if u want!!!!

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford

NICKNAME: Lizzy, Liz

AGE: 14

BIRTHDAY: April 18

ETHNIC GROUP: White

NATIONALITY: English

LANGUAGE(S): English, French, passable Latin

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Engaged but verse dependent

CLASS: Daughter of Marquess, will marry to be a Countess

HOMETOWN / AREA: London

CURRENT HOME: London

PROFESSION: Noblewoman

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Waist length when straight golden hair, typically kept up in curly twintails, bold bangs.

EYES: Doe-like, perfect for pouting. Emerald green.

NOSE: Button nose, quite small

FACE: Heart-shaped, full cheeks

LIPS: Slightly turned up in the corners as if smiling, full, often bitten to be a deeper pink

COMPLEXION: Pale, smooth, the product of a strict skincare regimen

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: One on tip of her middle finger from a burn she recieved as a child from touching the stove (she was told it was too hot, of course she didn’t listen), various little knicks on the bottom of her feet from running around barefoot as a child.

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 5′3

WEIGHT: ~90lbs

BUILD: Coltish

FEATURES: Delicate and kind, the sort of face you just assume is followed by a nice person

ALLERGIES: None

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Curled pigtails, one strand at the right of her face hanging down, bold bangs across her forehead.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Slightly sad if she thinks no one is looking, a small smile if she suspects someone is.

USUAL CLOTHING: Petticoats, corsets, and ribbons, oh my!

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR(S): Being forgotten, unloved, disliked, or left behind. Her engagement being broken. Disappointing her parents.

ASPIRATION(S) : To be a good wife and mother as an adult, though for now she’ll settle for being the best fencer in England.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Kind, generous, protective, hopeless romantic, willing to let others take the spotlight for her achievements

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Classist, sexist, vaguely racist, homophobic, overly protective, competitive

ZODIAC: Aries

TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic

SOUL TYPE(S): Caregiver

ANIMALS: pls buy her a bird someone

VICE HABIT(S): Literally running away from her problems and/or temper tantrums

FAITH: She’s very religious

GHOSTS?: Yes

AFTERLIFE?: Yes

REINCARNATION?: No

ALIENS?: No

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Fairly republican because i mean, she rich asf

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: She understands the way of the world and that there are strict class systems in England and across the world, just as she understands how high in nobility she is. However, she believes quite strongly that her family deserves it and that others could acheive it, even so, she often gives money to the poor.

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION: She believes the world is the way it is now for a reason. The queen is at her head, and she will serve her no matter the order, just as she views her space in the home to be a good wife and mother. She’s much more open to modern ideas in more modern verses, but she is quite set in her ways in victorian england, though she respects others choice to do as they please.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Tutored at home to a reasonable degree. She’s literate, but certainly didn’t go to school past age ten or so. Now, it is strictly about being a lady and her swordwork.

FAMILY.

FATHER: Alexis Midford

MOTHER: Frances Phantomhive Midford

SIBLINGS: Edward Midford

EXTENDED FAMILY: The Phantomhives are the only family she finds herself close to, though she adores the Midford grandparents.

NAME MEANING(S): Elizabeth: my God is an oath, Ethel: noble, Cordelia (French): heart of a lion

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: I don’t believe she was based on a real person, but I like to imagine her as a sort of Joan of Arc meets Daisy Buchanan meets Johanna Barker

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Emma - Jane Austen

MOVIE: None

5 SONGS: anything that has a dancing rhythm

DEITY: God

HOLIDAY: Easter, it’s often near her birthday and she loves the big egg hunt

MONTH: July

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: She loves her room, like genuinely loves it to an unhealthy degree. It’s the only place she can truly be herself.

WEATHER: Sunny and bright

SOUND: The tap-tap-tap of a block heel hitting marble floors and the swishing of a petticoat, hopefully at the same time

SCENT(S): Cinnamon, Linen, and Paula’s perfume

TASTE(S): Milk with honey and cinnamon, sweetened tea, pineapple (though she’s only had it once)

FEEL(S): The snugness of a corset, sharing a bed, sitting by a fire, sunlight

ANIMAL(S): any type of songbird

NUMBER: 7

COLORS: Pink, cream, naples yellow

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Fencing, endurance running, sneaking out, needlepoint, singing, piano

BAD AT: Making decisions, telling hard truths, cooking/cleaning, talking about feelings

TURN ONS: Put her in her place honestly, just take care of her emotionally and the rest will be taken care of.

TURN OFFS: People with no ambition or people who play hard-to-get. She’s needy.

HOBBIES: Shopping, fencing , dancing, spending time with loved ones

TROPES: The Damsel (In Distress)

AESTHETIC TAGS: Pastel, Lolita, Luxury, Parisian, Princess

GPOY QUOTES: “ Courage, sacrifice, determination, commitment, toughness, heart, talent, guts. That's what little girls are made of ”

FC INFO. animated / live action

MAIN FC(S): Elizabeth Midford / Viktoriya Novikova

ALT FC(S): N.A. / Okazaki Momoko

OLDER FC(S): Ada Vessalius / Annasophia Robb

YOUNGER FC(S): N.A.

VOICE CLAIM(S): Haven’t thought abt it tbh

GENDERBENT FC(S): Lowkey just Edward Midford, and then William Mosely for live action

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?: It would probably just be called something simple and plain like “Elizabeth”, “Doll”, or “Low Heeled Shoes”, and it would be filmed in a sort of artsy way like the shortfilm Empty Sky. It would follow her struggles as she grew up with femininity, religion, and having to learn the general concept of self love without basing it on others’ approval of her.

Q2: what would their soundtrack / score sound like?: Lots of soft, dainty indie songs following the sounds of Daughter, One Two, Cigarettes After Sex, etc

Q3: why did you start writing this character?: She really appealed to me back in middle school when I got into the show. She was sweet, feminine, and unafraid to speak her mind, which I liked. As I started getting into the manga more recently after a long hiatus, I fell in love with her all over again and all of her nuances that I didn’t notice when I was younger (and before the campania arc, mind you)

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?: She was everything I wanted to be, I found her positively adorable and there weren’t many characters like that. She brought a well needed ray of sunshine to the show.

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse: She’s a BRAT

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?: We both have super overbearing parents who care too much and too little at the same time lmao. also i fence while still being very feminine minded and enjoying hair/makeup/fashion and i like seeing a character do that

Q7: how does your muse feel about you?: Hopefully we’d get along

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?: Sebastians like j e s u s i love the drama. Also rciels have a quite interesting dynamic with her, though i really do appreciate every interaction, it’s much more about the muns that make it special than the characters

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?: Sad music, painting, sewing, drinking a bitchin cup of tea, dancing, you name it. also my bf

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?: Like an hour and fifteen minutes, but i took a big sleep in the middle and had to look up a lot of quizzes

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