#edward little = a very polite and kind man

[just-some-user-hunny]

Edward scissorhands headcanons...

I'm in the mood for Halloween as of late, so thought I'd dedicate some headcanons to some of my favourite Halloween movie characters!

~🖤~❄️~🕸️~🖤~❄️~🕸️~🖤~❄️~🕸️~🖤~❄️~

~ he is such a sweet man :(( he's incredibly shy and withdrawn, but has this little inkling of curiousity and kindness that twinkles in his dark doe eyes.

~ watches you hug your friends and family with this longing in his eyes, but will avert his gaze if you look at him. Edward would do anything to be able to hold you, and to be held by you- but alas his fear of even laying a scratch on you outweighs those desires. Still, he can't help but dream a little.

~ he's woken from dreams of embracing you tightly, only to wake up holding a pillow that's been practically sliced to ribbons and his mattress covered in feathers. Edward will just blink and then go :(

~ he's extremely paranoid about hurting you. Longing, yearning looks will be cast towards your hands- before he slowly gazes down at his own blades, before deflating and withering within himself. As a people pleaser, he'll never complain or bring it up, but he thinks about it a lot.

~ he feels like a ghost around you. Being seen, but unable to touch. He wishes he had hands like yours so that he could hold you and cup your face to feel your warmth, but alas all he can do is imagine.

~ Edward speaks so so softly, and his voice is just very soothing. You'll have to initiate the conversations, and he'll mostly just listen, but now and then he'll answer back. He's very polite, but shy.

~ ok but helping him eat when he struggles at the dinner table :( you'll see him fumble around with his blade hands, and the moment you feed him a forkful of food yourself, he just gives you this little thankful look :(

~ him going on errands with you, and just kind of fumbles silently and stays glued to your heels as he follows you around like a puppy in the grocery store. He is limited in what he can do due to his scissors, but the things he can do like

~ ok but Edward helping you with little things that he can do that makes him feel helpful and happy. Say you're sewing some torn clothing that he accidentally snipped whilst trying to help with laundry, and you'll hold out the thread for him- and he just carefully snips it and smiles sweetly when you praise him :(

~ inviting him to lay his head on your lap so you can somewhat cuddle that way, and he's very hesitant but indulges in it after a little reassurance and patience. He'll peer up at you softly as you lightly pet his messy locks of inky hair, and not really look away 😅 you'll be contently watching TV whilst he's in your lap, and then look down because he's being unusually silent and you're met with his unblinking eyes staring at yours like 👁️-👁️ he's part terrified of hurting you in anyway, and part elated at this small contact with you. Your lap is very comfortable, much more comfier than whatever he has had to sleep on within his cold decrepit mansion in his lonesome past.

~ carving pumpkins with him and he just makes these really intricately carved jack-o'-lanterns which he shows off proudly <3 he'll gladly help you if you need any as well. Just cute fun bonding together as you get ready for Halloween.

~ kissing the scars and cuts on his face

:( <3 constantly patching him because he's constantly knicking and cutting himself by accident, so you'll always be cleaning his injuries and dressing them with bandaids and kisses. It definitely makes it more bearable for him.

~ Edward is rather tall, so you'll have to usher him to crane his neck whenever you give him kisses. It's almost become an unconscious thing to him now. Whenever you call or usher to him, he'll bow his head down for you to stroke his head or kiss his forehead. Sometimes, when he has the courage, he'll return the gester and gently peck a light kiss to your forehead as well <3

~ overall, he's just very sweet and gentle! Although he may be clumsy and a little unsure of things, he holds genuine care and fondness for you, and he'll express it in any way he can

#Edward scissorhands x reader #edward scissorhands #edward scissorhands headcanons #edward scissorhands imagine

[missingexaltation]

How Eddie wins over Mr Harrington (by barely trying)

(in ten simple-ish steps)

Basically, how I imagine Steve's dad to be. I kind of think they have more in common than they don't, and maybe his son being queer is the *kick* that he needs to be a better human being (just like Nancy was for Steve).

Richard Harrington unexpectedly comes home from a business trip to find his son in flagrante delicto on his couch with an immediately antagonistic young man, (Edward, he later discovers), he waits in the kitchen, seething with disappointment and rage. Steven takes his things and leaves without a word, leaving the Munson boy to very purposefully throw Steven's house key at Richard's feet, keeping eye contact as he does so. The disrespect is blinding, and that night Richard drowns his anger in whiskey.

Days later his son comes home to collect his remaining belongings, supported by the Munson boy and his uncle. Wayne Munson is a enigma; on the one hand, clearly a soft liberal, but also a no-nonsense, sensible veteran with family values. Edward doesn't acknowledge Richard at all, too focused on guarding Steven from him. He watches his son cry like a child in the backseat, half listens as Wayne encourages him to keep in contact, and inwardly flinches when he sees Edward glare at him through the car window. He's not sure why his chest aches. Steven chose this path, he tells himself. Steven chose this.

Richard returns again to Hawkins, some weeks later, detouring past the store his son works in. He finds himself parked opposite, watching as Steven dances childishly with a female colleague through the shop windows. He's smiling and laughing and Richard's chest aches again. The passenger door opens and that boy gets in without permission. 'Stevie doesn't need you', he says, bold as brass in leather and covered in tattoos and chains, 'but he'll forgive you if you ask'. It hurts, and the only way Richard can breathe again is to invite them both to dinner later in the week. The subtle relief on Edward's face is immediate, and Richard hates himself a little less, though he's not sure why. He spends the drive home wondering at what point his son's life became unknowable.

Dinner starts awkwardly. Steven barely speaks, but Edward refuses to be quiet. He's a vocal young man, argumentative and strangely principled. They have polar opposite opinions on politics, and while Edward's not shy about his opinions, Richard is more than his equal on the topic. It's the sort of conversation Richard enjoys, trading viewpoints and internalising their differences. The evening ends on a warmer note as both Steven and Edward shake his hand as they leave. Formal. It's only a few steps to the car, but he notes that the boys hold hands nonetheless, as his wife tightly holds his. Middle ground, he thinks. They're not condoning the relationship of course, but accepting it for now. There's time for Steven to come to his senses.

Richard next meets Edward when he has to visit Thatcher's. His driver side tyre has a slow puncture, and although Edward's working on another customer's car he swaps with a colleague so he can see what the issue is. A simple 'he's Stevie's dad' gets him a family discount, and Edward changes the tyre himself when it's deemed too damaged to repair. As he works, Richard learns through his unending monologue that this job is temporary, as Edward's internship at the tattoo parlour doesn't pay, and won't for at least another year, that he needs the money now, as he and Steven are saving for their own place. Richard's immediate instinct is to give them the money himself, but knows it wouldn't be accepted. He takes comfort that Steven's in good hands at least. The Munsons seem to be a practical, friendly people.

Weeks later, when he's back in Hawkins again, he bumps into Edwards uncle, who's insistent on getting coffee and clearing the air. Richard guiltily confesses he's not comfortable with the idea of his son being one of them, that he's not sure he ever will be. Wayne simply points out that at least he's trying, and to keep trying. Apparently Edward's father didn't even do that much. Richard later relays the encounter to his wife, of how overtly proud Wayne is of Edward (my Eddie, he'd said). Richard's not felt proud of Steven for a few years now, only infuriated that he's intent on throwing his life away, but Wayne had plenty of happy stories of him too. As parents, they feel equally guilty and spend the evening drinking and reminiscing on Steven's childhood. It feels like they're reminding themselves of their son more with every day that passes.

He's still in town on the following Tuesday evening, and decides to take Wayne up on his offer and visit the bar that he recommended. He discovers that Edward's a talented musician. Even if it's far too aggressive and loud for Richard's own tastes, there's dedication, commitment and passion in each of the boys on the stage. He remembers his own music idols, how passionately they preached against the war in Vietnam, and he wonders when exactly it was that he stopped noticing the injustices of the world, when it was that his business suits became a comfort instead. He's quickly cornered by Wayne, Jim Hopper and David Jones ('my son's on the drums', he says, proudly). But they're all proud of their boys, he adds, and equally appalled by their music tastes. He goes on to say that the parents take it in turns to keep an eye on the boys each week, after what happened earlier in the year. Richard's in utter shock after hearing that there was a murderer on the loose not long ago, and plans to stay in town more after hearing that both boys were involved. He's clearly out of place and out of touch, but they're kind enough to not mention it. He buys the drinks for the remainder of the night, as penance. He has nothing else to offer, but hopes that's enough to start. His son could have died.

As is habit now, when he's in town, Richard drives past the video store to glimpse his son through the window. Further down the street he catches Edward balancing takeaway coffees whilst trying to open the door to the tattoo parlour. It takes moments to pull over and offer his assistance, and it hurts when Edward is surprised by the gesture. Richard's invited into the shop, and although Edward's busy, 'of course he has time for his father in law'. The phrase knocks him emotionally off balance, but Edward doesn't notice, simply updating him on their house hunt, and inviting them to the house warming, pending Stevie's approval. He shakes Edward's hand when he leaves, and when he turns back to his car, notices Steven quietly watching him from the window of his store. He waves, and after a moment his son waves back. He's alive, and there's hope, at least.

He and Kathleen invite the boys and Wayne over for dinner. He sees Steven smiling in the car as they arrive, and although it's faded by the time Richard opens the door, it returns tenfold when he shakes Edward's hand and greets him with 'hello son'. Richard's still very much uncomfortable (especially with how 'hands on' Edward seems to be) and if he finds himself in the kitchen knocking back a few more drinks than usual then it's his own business. It's worth it at the end of the night, when Steven invites them to their housewarming, and actually seems to want them there. He feels Wayne's approval through their goodbye handshake, and it makes him feel as though he's on the right path.

Jim Hopper lets them in through the front door. It's a small house, clean and characterless, and full of people Richard doesn't know. In the yard, Steven's at the grill with some other boys his age, and Edward is in the middle of the lawn, spinning a curly-haired teenager around like he weighs nothing. They look happy. Settled. Edward spots them first, waves them over and starts introducing them to the other adults. Steven brings them drinks, is beaming behind his sunglasses. (He can't remember the last time Steven smiled at him.) Hours later, when they leave, Edward shakes his hand and thanks them for coming (for trying, but that's unspoken), and Steven hugs him for the first time in so, so long, burying his head in Richard's shoulder like he used to as a child. Kathleen cries on the drive home, and he's not much better, but they're happy tears. He's a slow learner, Kathy too, but they're learning.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #i dunno...i just like the idea that both Steve and his dad are passively bigoted until their beliefs are challenged...then they change #season 1!Steve was an ass...if he hadn't had his lightbulb moment he could have ended up just like his parents IMO #Eddie is the catalyst...the opposite of what Mr Harrington stands for & challenges every one of Mr Harrington's principles just by existing #might actually write this one out long style as i have so many thoughts #wayne munson #Wayne Munson carefully 'gentle parenting' the Harringtons is also kinda hilarious ngl #tw: mild homophobia #i also don't know why Richard fits...maybe because it's usually shortened to 'Dick' and he really does seem like one in canon

[see-arcane]

And as she so sat she became aware of an aged beautiful gentleman with white hair, drawing near along the lane; and advancing to meet him, another and very small gentleman, to whom at first she paid less attention. When they had come within speech (which was just under the maid’s eyes) the older man bowed and accosted the other with a very pretty manner of politeness. It did not seem as if the subject of his address were of great importance; indeed, from his pointing, it sometimes appeared as if he were only inquiring his way; but the moon shone on his face as he spoke, and the girl was pleased to watch it, it seemed to breathe such an innocent and old-world kindness of disposition, yet with something high too, as of a well-founded self-content. Presently her eye wandered to the other, and she was surprised to recognise in him a certain Mr. Hyde, who had once visited her master and for whom she had conceived a dislike. He had in his hand a heavy cane, with which he was trifling; but he answered never a word, and seemed to listen with an ill-contained impatience. And then all of a sudden he broke out in a great flame of anger, stamping with his foot, brandishing the cane, and carrying on (as the maid described it) like a madman.

This bit is sticking with me in a way it didn't last year.

We'll see Jekyll's explanation for what he says is the cause of Hyde committing this murder. Maybe he believes it, maybe he's guessing, maybe he'll somehow believe there's a last fig leaf that needs hiding behind, even in the wretched condition he'll be in by the time of his confession. But looking at the details of poor old Carew laid out like this, I think I can spy a shortcut to a pretty good reason without just his word on it:

Edward Hyde saw in Sir Danvers Carew everything that Dr. Henry Jekyll could only pretend to be.

At least he leaps to that assumption. This is a story in which the impression of someone's character is always somehow visible at a glance--dreary but beloved Utterson, jovial Lanyon, respected but sly Jekyll, loathsome Hyde, odious housekeeper, et cetera--and we're to take the maid's opinion at face value. Carew was a stately old pinnacle of natural politeness and kindness. Aged, distinguished, self-content.

The point of Hyde's existence is to let Jekyll hide. To wear his own worst impulses as an outer disguise, free of inhibition or blame. Repression as physical manifestation, because he's so certain of his need to distill himself into two selves, the better to keep Jekyll 'pristine'--at least as presented to the world. Now here's Carew. Carew, who seems to radiate an intrinsic goodness. Carew, a happy old man. Carew, who is serene, who is at peace with himself.

No need of a 'Hyde' for him.

No shame.

Nothing to bury or let run wild.

Carew, for as much as we and Hyde get to know him, is only himself. Good. Kind. Needing nothing but directions, if you could point him along, sir.

Another strike. Sir Danvers Carew bowing and smiling to a loathsome little nobody like Hyde. This, when surely he has to have been disgusted like anybody else with sense..! Hypocrite! Liar! Fraud!

I think it's that very sterling regard that broke the dam in Hyde and let out the flood of verbal bile and violence. Insults and bludgeoning and a great childish fit--the kind of senseless viciousness of someone desperately flinging mud at the proof that they are Wrong, they are Lesser, they will Never Be Up to the Level of the Person Before Them.

Worse, Carew looks hurt even before the first blow lands. Not angry, not shocked. Just hurt. A final proof-positive (in Hyde's eyes) that he is as untainted and innocent as he looks.

So down comes the cane.

Striking the old man the way someone else might smash a mirror in frustration.

#sorry Carew #edward hyde #sir danvers carew #jekyll and hyde weekly #the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde

[aphroditeslover11]

Exam Shenanigans

Oppie x Reader

Summary: Oppie helps you through a tough exam.

A/N: My first time writing anything so please be kind. Lloyd is totally fictional, as is Oppenheimer in this as he is mainly based on Cillian Murphy’s portrayal. If you like it please feel free to get in touch.

It was just a regular evening, Robert had been working at the university as usual and had just got back to his house in Shasta road, hoping that he’d just be able to have a quiet evening in, maybe get on with a bit more of his current paper or discuss the new book that you’d been reading together. Instead he walked through the door to darkness. The house seemed empty until he reached the living room where he found you, single light on in the corner and hunched over, seemingly heaving.

“Y/N, are you alright darling?” he asked, switching on another light before making his way over to you. It soon became clear that you had been crying, leaning over a book that you had been trying to read through your tears.

“I’m fine Robert, nothing that you need to worry about.” Not satisfied with your response he adjusted the cushions of the sofa, sitting down beside you. He wasn’t always the most sensitive to the emotions of others, but he could at least tell when you were lying to him.

“Love, you’ve been crying, something must be wrong.” He noticed then that you were moving to hide the book down the side of the sofa. “Was your novel sad, unhappy ending?” he pushed a little further. You just shook your head at him, still silent, as if speaking would set you off again. “What is it you’re reading anyway?” With that he gently reached across you, taking the book from your grasp and noticing your brief reluctance to release it. As soon as he saw the title he understood why you were crying: ‘A Comprehensive History Of The Late Western Empire’, a history textbook.

As soon as you knew that he had seen it you started to explain. “My professor set a surprise exam on the Roman Empire and I don’t know anything about it. We were meant to be doing the French Revolution when I took the course, but he changed his mind on units last minute. ”

“I’m sure we can sort it out, you don’t need to be so upset love. Who’s your professor? Maybe I could pull some strings and get you transferred.” he said taking you into his arms, the reassurance driving any tears away. You were a student at Berkeley, having met Robert through friends at a social event and quickly falling for him. After a period of dating your accommodation had fallen through and he had insisted that you move in with him. It was fast, but you stayed over half the time anyway, so it made sense.

“Lloyd, but I don’t want to transfer, he already doesn’t like me and I don’t want it to look like I’m giving up.”

“Lloyd wouldn’t do anything for me anyway, hates my guts, that’s probably why he’s difficult with you.” Although Robert loved it at Berkeley and was friends with half of the faculty, he didn’t get on so well with the other half, who openly hated anyone with his kind of politics.

“Well then, there’s only one other solution, we’ll have to work through it together.”

“Robert, I love you, but the exam’s in a week and I have no idea what’s going on, all the people in that book have the same bloody name. What do you know about the Roman Empire anyway? You’re a physicist.” The man chuckled slightly at that remark, lightly stroking your hair to relieve your angst.

“You happen to be very lucky, because one of the classes that I took when I was at Harvard was history, and I happen to have read all 3,000 pages of Edward Gibbon’s ‘Decline And Fall Of The Roman Empire’. I might just be able to remember a thing or two.” Robert really was unbelievable sometimes, you just had to hope that he had the knowledge to face the challenge as well as the cockiness, though he usually did.

The next week was spent with your head in and out of books. Robert would borrow books from the Berkeley library whilst he was at work, bringing them home to you. He spoke to a friend who worked in the history department who gave you some pointers on what to focus on. By the end of the week you weren’t perfect, but you knew a lot more about Rome than you used to, thanks at least partly to Oppie’s efforts. He drove you in on the day of the exam, smiling at you softly as you went through some last minute notes from the papers sat in your lap. He delivered a chaste kiss to your lips, offering reassuring words as you left the car, ready to face the music.

~

Five days later you came into Robert’s office at the university, interrupting him grading papers, but he would always drop everything for you. He looked up to see you waving an envelope in your hand.

“We got the grades back today, but I couldn’t bring myself to it open without you.” He extended an arm to you, scooting his chair back so that you could situate yourself in his lap.

“Well, aren’t you going to open it?” he asked once you had yourself settled, handing you a letter opener. Nervously, you took the proffered tool, ripping across the top of the envelope in one swift motion. Pulling out the piece of paper, your eyes immediately went to the letter written at the top of the page. A.

You immediately jumped from Robert’s lap, squealing in happiness. He was reserved as ever, though his face broke into a wide smile once he saw the piece of paper that you had dropped in your excitement. He stood up to join you in celebration, pulling you into his arms before planting a firm kiss to your lips.

“I’m so proud of you love, I knew that you could do it.”

“Not without you Rob, you’ve been a godsend this past week.”

“Have a little more faith in yourself love. But forgetting everything else, what do you say to going out to celebrate? Maybe grab dinner and have a couple of drinks?”

“That sounds wonderful Robert,” you replied, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

#1950s #oppenheimer #american prometheus #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #exam season #oppenheimer x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #j robert oppenheimer #tommy shelby x reader #christopher nolan #fanfic

[specialinterestsgalore]

Borderline Personality Disorder in The Batman (2022)

I wrote this in 2022 for a class so I don't fully agree with everything written as it was a while ago and I was trying to get a grade but it's an interesting character study

In the 2022 film The Batman both Bruce Wayne/The Batman and Edward Nashton/The Riddler display signs of borderline personality disorder. While both men fit the criteria for BPD in their own way, this section will predominantly focus on Edward Nashton. Nashton is a white male who appears to be in his late 20s to early 30s. He is shown to have no close personal connections and has little interaction with the outside world other than posting online videos to his approximately 500 followers, communications with the press following his elaborate murders, and a perceived, and in reality one sided, partnership with The Batman. What is known of Nashton’s political ideology is solely centered around the political corruption in the City of Gotham. He has no faith left in the political system or those who participate in it. Though he is a criminal in his own right, the same as his victims, he completely devalues their lives and sees them as nothing more than scum to be cleansed from Gotham and vessels to deliver his message through. He has dedicated his life to exposing the corruption of the Gotham elite due to how he feels they have failed him. Early in his life Nashton was orphaned, the exact circumstances are unknown, and he describes his time at the orphanage as unbearable, stating that he would often wake up to rats biting at him and that at least one of the infants would die every winter. This kind of trauma early in one’s life undoubtedly has profound effects on development and mental health. It is quite obvious from Nashton’s behavior in the film that BPD is not the only disorder caused by his past trauma; he likely has PTSD and displays a high amount of delusional thinking that may not be attributable to borderline personality disorder. 

Nashton is fixated on both Bruce Wayne and The Batman, unaware that they are the same person. He despises Bruce Wayne due to the fact that while he was left suffering in an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage while all of Gotham mourned the loss of Thomas and Martha Wayne and sympathized with Bruce Wayne, alone in his ‘palace,’ as The Riddler calls it. Nashton does not feel that Bruce has suffered as he has and that Bruce must pay for the sins of his father. On the other hand, The Riddler idolizes The Batman for his mission to rid the City of Gotham from crime and corruption. He feels that they are one and the same. When Nashton finally meets The Batman, he is overjoyed that his mission is finally coming to fruition, but when The Batman rejects him, Nashton moves very quickly from panic and denial to total devaluation of The Batman and his abilities. Another,albeit lesser, example of Nashton’s idealization in relationships is his reaction to his fellow prisoner in Arkham Asylum. While Nashton is distressed at The Batman’s rejection, another prisoner begins to offer words of comfort to him. Nashton immediately latches on to this and begins to envision the man as a great friend and supporter without ever seeing him. This clearly illustrates the tendency for those with borderline personality disorder to focus on extremes (idealization or devaluation) in their interpersonal relationships. While Nashton does not display self damaging behavior in the typical sense, it can be argued that his fixation on The Batman, the way he destroys his home to enact his revenge, and his sacrificing himself to the Gotham Police Department (who are notoriously corrupt and not unlikely to desire revenge on Nashton after he murdered the police commissioner) after his plan is completed are all behaviors that are not in his own best interest and at times are damaging to his own wellbeing.

#the batman meta #the batman analysis #the batman 2022 #my writing #batman meta #batman analysis #batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne analysis #the riddler analysis #the riddler 2022 #the riddler #edward nygma analysis #edward nygma #edward nashton analysis #edward nashton character analysis #edward nygma character analysis #edward nashton #the riddler character analysis #batman character analysis #bruce wayne character analysis #character analysis #borderline personality disorder #this is from when I was getting my bachelors in social work #im working on my masters now

[fatehbaz]

So ice kind of shows up to this particular social landscape of elite businessmen [...]. So ice becomes shipped to Hawai’i in the 1850s and 1860s. [...] And not very much time later, freezing and refrigeration technology starts to emerge. [...] It begins to reflect Hawai’i’s physical landscapes. So we’ve got increased urbanization [...] [and] massive infrastructural development [...].

And it really happens through this clash of Western tastes and cosmopolitan ideas of consumption with Indigenous foodways and Native Hawaiian politics of consumption. So we have the way that Native Hawaiians had always eaten without freezing and refrigeration. Fishing, growing [...]. And then we’ve got these Western ideas of coldness and purity and refreshment. And so we have Native Hawaiian foods that are sour and salty. Room temperature kinds of things. And then we’ve got these Western prized tastes that are sweet and cold [...].

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We have annexation in 1898. A bunch of American military backed businessmen depose the queen in 1893 [...]. And with annexation came the importation of a lot of American legal frameworks [...]. So in 1906, we have the Wylie Act, which is the Pure Food and Drug Act, which essentially aimed at regulating product labeling [...] in terms of ideas of purity, quality. Right? You’re buying a product that won’t get you sick [...], that’s unadulterated. [...] [T]he US kind of had a little checklist of, “Is it ice cream? Is it not ice cream?” It had to have a certain percentage of butterfat in it [...]. It has to contain, you know, X numbers of milk solids, whatever it is. [...]

[O]ne particular man who I find so fascinating. His name is Edward Blanchard. [...] [H]e arrives to Hawaiʻi in this time period to become the food inspector who worked under the Hawaiʻi Department of Health. And Edward Blanchard is there to reinforce all of the Pure Food and Drug laws. [...] One of the things happening in Hawaiʻi at that time period was all of these Western diseases were kind of running amok through Hawaiian society. And Native Hawaiians are particularly vulnerable to these forms of disease [...].

One particular outbreak that happened in Hawaiʻi in the early 1910s is traced to these urban poi shops that Native Hawaiians are buying their staple food from. And Blanchard, it's his job to go in and take care of the situation. He closes down all of the poi vendors in Honolulu. You can't get the staple food anywhere. So all of this stuff is happening at this time. People are dying. Nobody can get the food that they need or want. And he gets completely derailed and distracted from this moment because he becomes obsessed with ice cream in the city. And he comes to the conclusion that the ice cream in Honolulu is not up to American standards and it doesn't have enough butterfat in it. So he writes to the President of the Board of Health. And he says, "Look, something more urgent is coming up, can you get somebody else on the cholera beat so that I can start to arrest people for not selling rich ice cream." [...]

Priorities. I'm super fascinated with this guy because it's kind of fucked, right, that people are dying, but he wants to make sure that ice cream is rich enough.

And for me, that really says so much about what's getting valued in this particular point in time when American power is on the rise in Hawaiʻi. Because in some respects, it's a life and death situation that gets completely sidelined and ignored for purposes of intensifying pleasure and richness and sweetness and coldness. [...]

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One place that you can really track changing tastes is through institutions, right? Hospitals, schools, training centers, whatever it is that has a kind of food program, you can look at what's on the menu in those places to really see how they're forming ideas about what people should be eating. So even in Native Hawaiian schools and Native Hawaiian institutions, you can see traditional foods that are starting to almost inevitably always be capped off with ice cream for dessert, right. It's that first thing that starts to appear and to start to shift the foodscape. [...]

The food sovereignty movement in Hawaiʻi has been really active over the last 15 or 20 years. And there are a lot of community groups in Hawai'i, both Native Hawaiian and non-Native folks that are working in solidarity to not only restore Indigenous foodways, but to also restore the ecosystems that support them. So there are chefs that are working with local ingredients. There are also food producers that are working with traditional agricultural technologies [...].

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Words of Hi’ilei Julia Kawehipuaakahaopulani Hobart. As interviewed by Jonathan Van Ness. A transcription of an audio recording interview. “What’s The Cold, Hard Truth About Ice in  Hawai’i? with Hi’ilei Julia Kawehipuaakahaopulani Hobart.” An episode of Getting Curious with Jonathan Van Ness. 7 December 2022.

#ecology #forests #plantation #colonial #imperial

[mcdonaldsspritedispenser]

new au idea!

did a royalty concept … kinda happy with the results.

note: shipping isn’t canon in this au but for non canon it can be!

i’ll provide some information about each character as i go further.

edward golden

- 6’2”, tallest out of them all

- fair complexion, hes a white man (but its okay)

- his posture is OK … not as good as matts but not as bad as toms.

- chubby, but with mass. he’s strong. not as strong as tord though 😞

- his posture is slightly tilted due to the fact that he draws, he’s lucky his parents indulge in his interest for creativity

- he likes to paint alot! more often than not, his hands are smudged with paint smears

- he’s kind of messy, not as much as matt is but there are a few cans of cola strewn in his chambers here and there

- the most (genuinely) polite out of all of them

- still gets a little violent when it comes to bacon and cola but who doesnt honestly

- he’s confident, not narcissistic as matt but he can get competitive

- a self proclaimed leader, he’s usually seen doing most of the planning and diplomatic work like a real cool dude

- he’s not a *serious* leader by any means, though he’s loved and well received, he’s not ruthless or exactly violent, opting to be more peaceful unless he’s forced into violence

- likes to wander about in the town and say hello to passerbys. you can see him in stores buying cans of cola here and there

- he’s OK with fancy clothes. he doesn’t mind them but would prefer comfortable outfits that are still fashionable in taste

matthew henderson

6’1”, second tallest

PALE complexion. the whitest out of the guys in skin tone

body type is lithe but strong, he has done fencing and horseback riding so obviously he’ll have some muscle around his legs, but he can fight … not a fist fight though 🙏

very narcissistic, any compliment he gives to other people will always backtrack about HIM. you’re lucky if he even gives you a single “you look good” or something of that sort.

because of his narcissism, it correlates with how he looks. that man is groomed to PERFECTION. he’s the best looking out of the four men.

upright posture, it’s perfect and makes him look broad and tall, which is what he likes

whenever he flirts, it’s usually meaningless. don’t get your hopes up.

unless you’re JUST (which is impossible, honestly) as beautiful as him or caters to his every need, he won’t consider you much. if you’re on his mind, good job frl …

he loves to wear outfits that go all out. purple is obviously his favorite color and he can’t go with an outfit that doesn’t have a dash of royal purple

used to be an adventurer, he had gotten bit by a vampire which led him to turn into a vampire as well … he was okay with it *until* he realized he couldn’t look in the mirror. with that, he begged and begged to find an antidote.

he still as vampiric traits, like sharp front teeth and ears, but he doesn’t have a thirst for blood, per-say.

his eyes were originally blue until he was bit. for some reason, the antidote had left him with both blue *and* red eyes.

thomas radcliffe

5’8”

tan skin for some reason

he doesn’t like to dress up a lot so he wears basic clothes that pass him off as looking royal

he sneaks out the kingdom often with a cloak just to see what life is like beyond the castle walls

he’s enamored with music, he wants to get into the groove of it so he had some of his funds and purchased an electric guitar

whenever he’s upset, he’ll play the guitar he officially named ‘Susan’

his posture is okay, not as good as Matts

because of how sneaky he is, and how much he refuses to go out often, sightings of tom tend to spook people with his non existent eyes

with that, a rumor started up saying that tom is extremely scary and intimidating, people are often frightened and fear mentioning his name

when tom caught wind of those rumors, he was obviously upset

he’s definitely insecure about his eyes, leaving him to be cynical and pessimistic

tord lauritz

5’9”, fair skin

LOVES to fight

he argues often with tom in a diplomatic manner

grew up with being rowdy, he’s especially strong and fast

has muscle thats apparent under tight clothing

he doesn’t appreciate frilly clothes but he’ll wear them under specific situations

like tom, he also sneaks out, but he doesn’t hide himself

often times he’ll be out and about ogling at women for fun (im sorry)

he lounges around at edds castle whenever he’s pissed off at his family members

he was edds first friend, they’re still close friends

has apparent anger issues, he definitely has a room where he destroys things to take out his frustration

second most confident in himself and his body. he knows he could pull people in, but …

he can’t, for obvious reasons. he has to show restraint, unless someone changes that for him.

#eddsworld #eddsworld edd #eddsworld tord #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom #fanart #eddsworld fanart #clip studio paint #digital art #ew #fantasy #royal au #au

[harrisonstories]

Above: A current photo of the Row Barge Pub in Henley, Inbetween: George Harrison smiling in a pub in 1978 (whether it's the Row Barge or not is unknown) Photo by: Olivia Harrison, Below: George and Olivia Harrison with Dot Mitchell and her husband Norman at the Remenham Club in Henley, mid-1970s.

George Harrison + The Row Barge Pub

"We [Palin, Eric Idle, and George Harrison] all walked down to the local pub -- where we drank Brakspear’s Henley Ales and played darts." - Michael Palin, Oct. 1975, Diaries 1969-1979

"George heard that it was the birthday of Dot Mitchell, then the landlady at The Row Barge, his local public house. He called her to one side and, teasingly, told her to hold out her hand and close her eyes. Then, he dropped three perfect, impossibly valuable rubies into her hand. ‘Have a nice birthday,’ he told her.” - Eric Idle (1978)

"There’s a photo of George on the wall with Edward Heath -- he signed it to the guy who owns the place, 'To Norman, a little fellow everybody likes -- George and little Eddie'. They have a D. Horse sticker on the counter. A bit later this older couple came in, Phyllis & Tom. We went over and sat with them all night [...] They said that after Dhani was born George came in a lot and was so happy and proud and was telling everyone about him [...] [Phyllis] said she saw George just before Xmas carrying a Christmas tree on his back up the hill to F. Park -- some Hindu! [...] George had this hat on once and she said she liked it, and he gave it to her! She has a photo of her dancing with him that she said she’d show us next time we came." - WALH fanzine issue #25 (1979) [x]

"George and I had gone down to the pub that night to relax and get a little drunk. It turned out to be Norman’s birthday, so he closed the bar a little early to celebrate, and we stayed along with a few of Norman’s friends. After a few rounds, someone produced a guitar, gave it to George, and George proceeded to play every Beatles song he could remember." - Neil Larsen, Circus Weekly (April 1979) [x]

“George himself was a generous and intelligent man who suffered no fools, and he was always very private. He used to enjoy a drink at the Row Barge pub in Henley but he didn’t go into the town as much after John Lennon was shot.” - George Rob (Friar Park stonemason) [x]

"So my friend Nicole told me a story of how she used to work in the pub where George Harrison would bike to regularly and how one christmas instead of tipping all of the waitresses there like usual he bought every single one of them a small diamond necklace. They were all so stunned and thankful and oh my god so happy and he hugged them all and he said his wife helped him pick them out. And oh my god how can you not love this man." - niceboulder [x]

"I was in the pub one night [in 1986/87] -- as you do -- I got talking to the landlady behind the bar, and I go, 'Is that George Harrison's house across the road?' She goes 'Yeah. Oh, he does come in here occasionally.' I'm just [sarcastically] yeah 'course he does, kind of thing.

So I was talking, and some of the people I was with were talking, and suddenly this bloke comes in. Bit scruffy-looking at first. I looked at him and thought, 'I know him. I know him. I really do know him.' He was polite. He acknowledged everybody. He just said something like, 'Good evening, all,' and he walked into the room in the back. Now this room at the back, nobody else could go in. It was a private room.

So I looked at the landlady, and she goes, 'Yeah that was George Harrison,' and I go, 'What, really?' She goes 'Yeah'.

Then many years later after George had died, apparently, he left some money in his will -- I don't know how true this story is, but I think he left something in his will to the landlady of this pub because she kept that room at the back just for him. Nobody else could go in. People with him could go in, but members of the public couldn't. I think it was like George's little hideaway where he could just be himself, and obviously having to go across the road to the pub sort of thing probably made him feel a bit more normal? If that's the right word." - Beatle Dave [x]

#george harrison #the beatles #michael palin #eric idle #monty python #olivia harrison #dhani harrison #neil larsen #george rob #dot and norman #niceboulder #beatle dave #row barge pub #quote compilation #1970s #1980s #these stories together made me feel warm and fuzzy #shoutout to amymitchell11

[bruhstation]

CASA TIDMOUTH’S MOST NORMAL AND RELIABLE RAILWAY WORKERS: THE STEAM TEAM

Thomas Awdry Billington

Age: 23 Occupation: NWR 1's driver

Very cheeky and even nosy at times. Every time someone he dislikes gets into trouble, his immediate response is to make a joke out of their situation. Except when it’s something absolutely serious, which is rare. He always puts his best in anything he does and will excitedly prove himself to be the best person up for any job offered to him… which sometimes results in him getting into accidents and mishaps. Edward took him under his wing ever since he started working in the railways three years ago, making Thomas look up to him fondly and consider him a father figure.

He holds the Golden Whistle that is connected to the Shining Time world and stores golden dusts. It also helps control the usage of gold dusts during Lady’s time in Sodor so it won’t run out. He also runs a bulletin board called Sodor's Rumors where railway workers can write and submit the latest gossip or news to the board, whether it’s signed or anonymous. Ones about the quarry workers usually interest him because he's a curious little guy. He noticed, however, that rumors about spirits and suspicious people started popping up more and more ever since Lady joined Sodor Railways. There’s something else, though. He can’t help but feel that he might have forgotten someone important.

Trivia:

The shortest out of the Steam Team. Gordon sometimes calls him “little Thomas” because of this. Also because of his bed hair.

Huge fan of Depeche Mode. His favorite album is Violator.

He seems to never run out of energy.

The bottom of his huge ass shoes has retractable rollers. 6 on each sole, complete with side rods. Similar to the wheels of his steam engine!

Likes: adventures, tootsie rolls, playing elaborate pranks, locomotive anatomy Dislikes: people who are jerks for no reason, string beans

Percival “Percy” Avonside

Age: 22 Occupation: NWR 6's driver

Thomas’ partner in gold dust hunting. He’s also his best friend even though they have their moments of disagreement. He holds the polaroid camera that can capture pictures of golden dusts and sparkling trails that are invincible to normal eyes in an area. His mail delivery is also part of Sodor’s Postal Service. Being a generally good-natured and obedient person, people who don’t know any better like to mistake his positive traits as naivety.

With his history of being treated as a doormat or stepping stone, whenever he felt like someone is being close to him just to use him for their personal gain, his perception of them can change quickly from trusting and loving to skeptical and critical. Even though he’s a generally polite and well-mannered young man to (almost) everyone, there are several moments where he snaps and just outright calls out said person who wronged or made fun of him. All of these factors result in his actions usually following what he believes can be beneficial to him and is the best for his well-being. Is he really the sweet, pouty, often snarky Percy that everyone knows and recognizes on the surface? Whatever the answer is, does it really matter as long as he’s useful?

Trivia:

Back in high school, he was an ace pitcher for his school team called the Sodor Sobriquets.

His magical polaroid camera works without using any films. He got it inside the wishing well when he accidentally fell inside it during his first day at work.

He gets easily annoyed at people who constantly coddle him.

He collects comic books and magazines as a hobby.

Likes: watching soccer and baseball matches, eggs Benedict Dislikes: being called “Dirty Percy”, not being taken seriously, apricots

[THE REST OF THE STEAM TEAM IS UNDER THE CUT. THIS POST IS GOING TO BE EXTREMELY LONG IF OTHERWISE.]

Edward Pettigrew

Age: 46 Occupation: NWR 2's driver

The old reliable! He’s a generally kind and patient person. He rarely ever takes insults or jokes to heart and just patiently waits for misfortune to befall whoever mocks him. Even enjoys it more whenever he gets to be the one dragging their sorry ass out of trouble. However, those who have known him for a long time know not to mess with him. Despite not submitting things to the Sodor’s Rumours Bulletin Board, he likes to smile and nod while reading the railway workers’ quips and notes. When he was younger, he was bold and brash and can never bow down to authority figures. He was also quite a charmer back in the day, something that his two closest coworkers always tease to him.

Even though he’s now a sagely man with a lot of life experiences, he seems to hide a lot of things and know matters someone like him shouldn’t have…? No need to think much about it, though! Probably nothing important, just wise Edward being wise Edward.

Trivia:

He’s great at ballroom dancing and skateboarding.

He used to get into street fights as a young man.

That long scarf is a gift from Henry back when they were younger.

Something about the smiles he gives whenever he’s made fun of by his friends don’t seem pleasant. Feels quite unnerving, even. What is up with that? Oh well.

Likes: old songs, folk tales, black tea Dislikes: what does he even dislike?

Henry Stanier

Age: 42 Occupation: NWR 3's driver

Used to frown and complain about tough work a lot. He was incredibly protective of his engine and got upset at seeing any stain or dent on it. He’s also extremely worried that heavy workload can put a strain on or even damage it. A long time ago, he hid himself and NWR 3 inside a tunnel to shield from the rain. This and that happened, his engine gets bricked when he went to work the next day, he attended a church sermon for the first and only time to find inner peace, and after he learned his lesson his engine is finally free (to help out Gordon)... but the wildness of his story doesn’t simply end there!

After his first Flying Kipper delivery went horrifyingly wrong and he died in the accident, he got to meet Lady in the Shining Time world who eventually revived him. Since that event, his view on life has never been so offputtingly bright and positive. He lives life cheerfully and is now a much kinder and friendlier person, even though he has his moments of snarkiness (though it’s usually out of saying the truth bluntly instead of being mean). With that amount of epiphanies and one divine intervention, the comparison between his past self and current self can be quite jarring.

Trivia:

He is narcoleptic.

After Lady disguised herself as a regular railway worker and met Henry for the second time, Henry thought that his time is finally up. This is not the case however, which resulted in both of them laughing hysterically after Lady talked with him.

Every time someone mentions “beauty” and “life” in the same sentence within his earshot, he’ll go into an enlightened ramble with a bright, cordial expression.

When he’s stuck in a situation with seemingly no way out, he’ll start writing his will in his cellphone. If there’s moss, he’ll start eating that.

He doesn't remember anything from his childhood before he was adopted by two rich as hell parents. He doesn't have a birth certificate and nobody really knows where he comes from. Either these facts or his encounter with Lady is the reason why his view on life is quite… unique, to say at least.

Likes: nature, apple slices, Desi dishes, shitty reality TV shows Dislikes: people who are annoying, people who don’t do their jobs properly, people who are noisy, people who are just downright pathetic

Gordon Gresley

Age: 41 Occupation: NWR 4's driver 

Prideful and can be rude at times. He’s very ambitious and takes his occupation as the driver of the greatest and most beloved express train in all of Sodor seriously. Because of his upbringing, he used to look down on those that he deems weak or is contributing less and less to the railways. He’s also quite competitive and always pushes himself to his limits in order to live up to his (and - when the situation calls for it - his engine’s) reputation and restore any remaining glory of the Gresley name.

A lot of people view the Gresley lineage as suspicious or even cursed because of how easily its members die out under unnatural circumstances (illness, accidents, etc.). The formerly large and respected nuclear family of nine is now reduced to just him, Scott, and his mother. The subject is frequently brought up during Scott’s interviews and reporters who recognize Gordon always try to pry information out of him (the main reason why he moved to Sodor). Even though he loves and lives off attention, the ones that are given by reporters and journalists are always met with scowls and exasperated “go away”s from him.

Despite scoffing at the idea of the Sodor’s Rumours Bulletin Board and thinking that it’s a silly idea, he submits rants whenever his brother finished calling him on the phone. He sometimes gets embarrassed in showing affection or appreciation which made people who don’t know him well assume that he’s distant and unappreciative.

Trivia:

The youngest Gresley. His middle name is Juniperus.

Despite not liking his mother very much, he still maintains a decent (???) relationship with Scott and his cousins just so she would stop getting worried and pestering him.

Even though he has a high image of himself, he gets easily thrown off guard whenever faced with a crowd or confronted directly.

He, Henry, and Edward used to be an incredibly tight-knit trio when they were younger. However, as the years passed, he felt like the three of them don’t have that much in common anymore (Henry slowly turned into someone quieter and more passive, Edward became more calm and less brash). They’re all still… friends, but sometimes Gordon can’t help but feel like things really aren’t the same between them as they used to.

When he smiles, it changes his entire face :]

Likes: orange-scented things, emotional movies Dislikes: being compared to the rest of his family, talking about his late brothers and sisters, admitting his weaknesses

James Augustine Hughes

Age: 35 Occupation: NWR 5's driver

An incredibly pompous person, James thinks highly of himself. VERRRY highly. His entire design and personality just screams “Look at me. Look at how handsome and fabulous I am and praise me!”. He absolutely hates it when he sees other people getting praised or complimented for the things that he has (people who fully dress in reds and golds or wear aviators just like him and get complimented for those). Sometimes he reads complaints and worries submitted by others in the Sodor’s Rumours Bulletin Board to make him feel better about himself.

Due to the events of his childhood and teenage years, he has a habit of wanting to get into popular cliques or feared friend groups, a juxtaposition of his arrogant and self-centered personality. He looks up to people who are respected or even worshiped by their peers and even tries to be just like them. There are certain kinds of people that he believes is worthy of his respect, but he is starting to get more and more unsure of who exactly they are ever since he became proper friends with Thomas and Percy.

Trivia:

When he was in high school, he wanted to become a psychologist. He gave up on pursuing it after he got into a nasty fight with a teacher and got a mean scolding from the principal and his parents. He was also a bit quiet back then.

If he gets ignored a little too much, he starts to panic.

He’s good at reading others and quick to notice change.

He looks up to Gordon and respects him greatly, even going so far as to be just like him for his approval. Though as the story progresses, things really aren’t looking bright for this statement.

He’s fluent in Spanish and French.

Likes: being praised, being wanted, sweet margaritas Dislikes: things that are ugly, pulling trucks, his old self, losing support from the group(s) he’s in

Tobias “Toby” Holden

Age: 56 Occupation: NWR 7's driver

Despite his age and his engine being considered one of the slowest in the railways, he works hard and diligently. He also has a good sense of humor and lends a good ear to anyone with interesting stories and tales. Even though he's a knowledgeable and wise driver that knows how to handle problems slowly, he can be temperamental at times and frowns at the sight of people with unchecked egos and self-righteousness. Due to experiences in the past that also got Henrietta involved, he actually distrusts youth who think they know all and act all mighty because of their new technology, engines, and even actions that have potential to harm others when used carelessly.

At day, Tobias Holden is NWR 7's driver. At night, he reads records and books about Sodor's history with anomalies and significant cultural differences compared to Mainland's. Not originally from Sodor, he is aware of the island's cultural and environmental quirkiness and can't handle the thought of his wife being involved with those sorts of things. Even though he avoids confrontations, he'll do anything to get rid of anything that threatens the harmony of his life - and to an extent - the railways. He’ll make sure ghosts and spirit don’t exist. He’ll make sure the cases of people disappearing and other ones appearing out of nowhere don’t struck him and the people he cares about. There's an itch at the back of his mind that says that a certain driver for the NWR 2 and a lady dressed in magenta aren't really as simple as they look on the surface, and he's not going to keep quiet about it… eventually.

Trivia:

Rumours had it that he once got arrested in his youth because he body-slammed a cop.

He wishes to live a quiet life someday. There must be no other place as pretty as this island.

He likes hearing Thomas' jokes.

He doesn't like the idea of being separated from Henrietta. He'll do anything for her. Anything.

Likes: tiramisu, slow dancing, seeing pompous young people getting into trouble, his wife <3 Dislikes: people in power.

And that’s all for the main cast (save for Lady and D10) of Casa Tidmouth! And while we’re at it: thank you so SO much for 206 followers (during the time I’m writing this)! The support and kind words all of you have provided for me and this story are overwhelming, and I cannot thank you all enough for that. Consider this post a celebration for that milestone, if you will :]

[ The Little Western + Diesel Drivers ]

#thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte #ttte thomas #ttte percy #ttte edward #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte james #ttte toby #casa tidmouth #senjart #human au #CASA LORE!!!!!! #HI BRUHSTATIONERS I LIVED #DESPITE WHAT DORMITORY LIFE WANTS ME TO BE #you guys have NO IDEA how much pain I am taking pictures of the linearts and altering the values so I can color it digitally. WITH MOUSE!!! #main cast intro time. hoooo boy #hope nothing bad happens to them. and they live peacefully and work normally without any disturbances or abnormalities #and this group still maintains a good relationship with each other #some of their designs are a bit different from the poster's #if you are suspicious of certain characters: ;) #because like what the description of this story said: nothing and nobody is truly what they seem on the surface #anyways! don't mind that. enjoy this group of silly billy coworkers ^_^ #unrelated but I realized I have anon inbox off so I've now switched the on button #and changed the names of the inbox and submission pages ;)

[therealadothamilton]

Some quotes from one of my favorite articles:

https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/journal-of-american-studies/article/erotic-charisma-of-alexander-hamilton/BC911E604C376A4F3CCBFB6F3731B3A0

“During the long intervals between fighting, young ladies of quality often visited army headquarters to flirt and exchange patriotic sentiments with the dashing young officers. In youth and maturity Hamilton loved the ladies and they him; there was scarce a one he could not charm, and none who could not deceive him. They were susceptible to him because of his attentiveness and flirtatious pleasantries, his polished manners, his gracefulness as a dancer, his wit, and his good looks. He was, in the phrase of the time, a very pretty fellow. He had auburn hair, ‘deep blue- almost violet’ eyes, fair skin, and rosy red cheeks. His male friends called him ‘little Hammy’ or ‘the little lion’ - not because he was short, since at 5 feet 7 inches he was of average height or perhaps an inch taller, but because he was light of frame in an age of fat people. Women doubtless called him little things more intimate, and were smitten with his slender elegance and boyish appearance. As for his gullibility in dealing with women, it derived from his romantic exultation of them and from his belief that they found him irresistible.”

‘Hamilton's admirers like him for many reasons, major and minor, and most of these reasons are unknown to his detractors. “He was evidently very attractive,” wrote Henry Cabot Lodge in his 1882 biography, “and must have possessed a great charm of manners, address, and conversation.”’

‘Hamilton was a firebrand – John Adams complained of his “effervescence” – but the common characterization of him as arrogant and domineering does not do him justice. Off the political battlefield he was, his friends testify, cheerful, charming, and witty. A particularly close and longtime friend, Robert Troup (1757–1832), remembered that “his heart was noble, generous, kind, and free from hypocrisy, envy, and jealousy.” Another friend, Judge James Kent (1763–1834), praised Hamilton's personal qualities in the strongest terms: “He was blessed with a very amiable, generous, tender, and charitable disposition, and he had the most artless simplicity of any man I ever knew. It was impossible not to love as well as respect and admire him.”’

‘Hamilton's contemporaries admired his manners and his appearance. His good friend and fellow Federalist Fisher Ames (1758–1808) rhapsodized about him, particularly admiring his eyes (“of a deep azure, eminently beautiful”) and his physical deportment (“one of the most elegant of mortals” with “easy, graceful, and polished movements”). A male contemporary wrote of Hamilton, “His complexion was exceedingly fair and varying from this only by the almost feminine rosiness of his cheeks. His might be considered, as to figure and color, an uncommonly handsome face.”’

'Historians and novelists have echoed such descriptions. In the opening chapter of Founding Brothers, “The Duel,” Joseph Ellis vividly imagines Hamilton and his nemesis Aaron Burr as opposites in both coloring and temperament:

Burr had the dark and severe coloring of his Edwards ancestry, with black hair receding from the forehead and dark brown, almost black, eyes … Hamilton had a light peaches and cream complexion with violet-blue eyes and auburn-red hair, all of which came together to suggest an animated beam of light to Burr's somewhat stationary shadow. Whereas Burr's overall demeanor seemed subdued, as if the compressed energies of New England Puritanism were coiled up inside him, waiting for the opportunity to explode, Hamilton conveyed kinetic energy incessantly expressing itself in bursts of conspicuous brilliance.

In a History Channel special, Gore Vidal also remarked upon the contrast in the two men's coloring, comparing them to checkers on a game board. In his novel Burr, Vidal has Aaron Burr describe his future victim through a gay lens: “As a youth, Hamilton was physically most attractive, with red-gold hair and bright blue eyes and a small but strong body.”

HAMILTON WAS HOT

“Hamilton is the only Founder whose sexual appeal has transcended the eighteenth century,” quipped filmmaker Ric Burns at a 2004 New-York Historical Society panel entitled “Whose Hamilton?”. Testimony to Burns's observation abounds on the Internet. Here Hamilton's heterosexual appeal survives. He seems to be particularly popular among young women, such as college students and women academics (the latter is what prompted Burns's quip). One admirer writes,

Man, looking closely at a ten dollar bill, I noticed that Alexander Hamilton is pretty hot. I mean, beautiful eyes framed by bold eyebrows, great skin, a strong jawline, perfect chin, and very kissable lips. Yes, that man was quite a hottie.

On another website, a young woman confided,

I'm posting two little known portraits of one of my historical crushes and fave dead guys, Alexander Hamilton. The sensual mouth he has in these pics almost makes one want to swoon … Imagine being the lucky woman (or women in his case) to kiss that mouth. He looks so divine in blue!

In another post entitled “Alexander Hamilton Was Hot,” Angie confided to her readers,

About seven years ago I was in New York for a wedding when I walked by Alexander Hamilton's grave at Trinity Church and told my friend Jennifer that I thought Alexander Hamilton was hot … why the Alexander Hamilton story? Because I'm a gigantic dork with next to no life, tonight I'm watching Alexander Hamilton's American Experience thingie and I'm super-excited about it

This post inspired a sympathetic comment from dav (female):

From the faint memory of my American history, I'm thinking Hamilton was a pretty good guy though he and Jefferson fundamentally couldn't get along … Oh, and he was totally hot.

On her Facebook page, a student named Alex began a long discussion with the following post:

Let's face it, he was pretty freakin' sweet. He was a cynical, illegitimate son of a rich nobleman, he was raised in poverty. and he was the only founding father who wasn't technically american. not to mention, he got killed in a duel A DUEL! HE'S AWESOME! To clinch my deal: find one of the new 10$ bills. Look at his portrait: have you ever seen such a foxy founding father? I say Nay. Alexander Hamilton was HOT. HOT and a BADASS. Who's with me?

The long discussion ended with this post from a Hong Kong admirer named Crystal:

Completely and utterly in love with him. Despise Aaron Burr with passion.

History and biography are present in these encomia, but clearly Hamilton has become a celebrity. The romance of his life story increases his allure. Once historical figures become transhistorical celebrities, their popularity is enhanced, but their complexity and contradictions are diminished. We are accustomed to a kind of celebrity necrophilia in which living people fall in love with dead movie stars and entertainers. James Dean and Marilyn Monroe are icons of doomed desire. It is all the more interesting, therefore, that a historical figure whose voice, smile, and physical movements have long been extinguished and were never recorded on celluloid can continue to generate an erotic charge.

#alexander hamilton #aaron burr #hamburr #amrev

[mimicofmodes]

Before he married Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, King George III set his sights on marrying Lady Sarah Lennox, the daughter of Charles Lennox, the 2nd Duke of Richmond. Lord Bute, the King's advisor, reportedly vetoed the engagement. Why was Lord Bute against Lady Lennox as a royal bride?

So, the first thing to mention is that it was fairly normal to be against a monarch marrying a subject, particularly in England. This was rare in post-conquest English history, and would be mainly associated with some not-great periods/events - Edward IV's marriage to Elizabeth Woodville, which played into the civil wars between the houses of York and Lancaster, and of course most of the wives of Henry VIII and their sad fates. The proper thing for a monarch or even an heir to do was to marry someone else considered royalty in order to strengthen an international alliance and to prevent an imbalance of power in the aristocracy.

Another aspect of the situation was influence. As a young man of about 20 with little experience, George depended greatly on his mother (the dowager Princess of Wales who would never get to be queen herself, whose only hope of being in any kind of power was through her son) and Lord Bute (formerly George's tutor, definitely close to the princess, possibly her lover). If George was married to and infatuated with Lady Sarah Lennox, he would obviously listen to her above all others. A dutiful international match, on the other hand, could eventually produce companionate love but was unlikely to rupture George's interest in listening to those around him. This was particularly a concern because her brother-in-law was Henry Fox, a Whig politician and so Bute's opponent - as a queen consort with her husband's ear, she could have funneled information and opinions from Fox directly to the king, and Fox did promote the match for this reason.

However, we need to be careful in assuming a grand passion and broken hearts. Sources differ on the extent to which George was fixed on Lady Sarah - some say that he was forcibly detached from her by Bute's manipulation, others that he understood the problems with marrying a subject very well himself and would never have done it. We have an account of George making statements implying that he wanted to make Sarah his queen and her turning him down as directly as politeness and subjecthood allowed (ie, by not saying anything) ... from Henry Fox's memoir of the period, not exactly neutral, but at the same time it suggests that a major bar to the marriage was that she simply did not entertain the king's affections.

The 1837 memoir of Sarah's son, Captain Napier, likewise passes down accounts that George liked her and tested the waters but was shut down at first by her own refusal to engage; then after Sarah broke her leg and George had an opportunity to be kind to her rather than just flirtatious, she did accept a second offer of marriage (Napier says), but ...

Then came all the arts and intrigues of courtiers, of clashing interests, of politicians and ministers; then arose the pride and fears of family, then envy, hatred, and malice, and all uncharitableness reared their secret heads while they openly bedecked themselves in smiles and flattery.

Bute et al., of course. Still, according to Napier's recounting of what his mother told him, she was not in love with the king, and in the end she was more upset about the way he never let on that he was secretly contracting a marriage with Charlotte until it was officially announced, letting her think they were still engaged, than she was about actually not getting married to him. Supposedly she was also more upset about her pet squirrel's death around the same time. (Fox agrees with that, btw.)

From a letter by Lady Sarah Lennox to her friend, Lady Susan Fox Strangeways (best name), July 1761:

To begin to astonish you as much as I was, I must tell you that the --- is going to be married to a Princess of Mecklenburg, & that I am sure of it. There is a Council to morrow on purpose, the orders for it are urgent, & important business; does not your chollar rise at hearing this; but you think I daresay that I have been doing some terrible thing to deserve it, for you won't be easily brought to change so totaly your opinion of any person; but I assure you I have not. I have been very often since I wrote last, but tho' nothing was said, he always took pains to shew me some prefference by talking twice, and mighty kind speeches and looks; even last Thursday, the day after the orders were come out, the hipocrite had the face to come up & speak to me with all the good humour in the world, & seemed to want to speak to me but was afraid. There is something so astonishing in this that I can hardly believe, but yet Mr Fox knows it to be true; I cannot help wishing to morrow over, tho' I can expect nothing from it. He must have sent to this woman before you went out of town; then what business had he to begin again? In short, his behaviour is that of a man who has neither sense, good nature, nor honesty. I shall go Thursday sennight; I shall take care to shew that I am not mortified to anybody, but if it is true that one can vex anybody with a reserved, cold manner, he shall have it, I promise him. Now as to what I think about it as to myself, excepting this little revenge, I have almost forgiven him; luckily for me I did not love him, & only liked him, nor did the title weigh anything with me; so little at least, that my disappointment did not affect my spirits above one hour or two I believe. I did not cry, I assure you, which I believe you will, as I know you were more set upon it than I. The thing I am most angry at is looking so like a fool, as I shall for having gone so often for nothing, but I don't much care; if he was to change his mind again (which can't be tho') & not give me a very good reason for his conduct, I would not have him, for if he is so weak as to be govern'd by everybody, I shall have but a bad time of it.

This is followed a week later by an account of how she was freezing cold to him when he spoke to her at court, and her desire to be asked to be train-bearer at the coronation because "it's the best way of seeing the Coronation".

As for asking her to be a bridesmaid, Fox suggests that it would have "seem'd affected" to neglect her: she was enough of a fixture among the unmarried, high-ranking women at court that she merited being asked, and if he hadn't asked her after dumping her it would have looked like a very deliberate snub. Both Fox and Napier agree that she took it very mildly and wasn't bitter about appearing as bridesmaid rather than bride, and Napier says that while Charlotte was very gracious about it, George stared at Sarah through the ceremony. Sarah's letters explain that she thought turning down the offer might have opened her up to gossip - "I was always of the opinion that the less fuss or talk there is of it the better." (Her sister Caroline was very much against her accepting, and they fought about it; Sarah was pretty angry to overhear Caroline complaining about it to a friend outside the family and asked Susan, who was also against it, to keep her opinions to herself because she was sick of being criticized over the decision.) It was after the ceremony that Sarah was mistaken for Charlotte by John Fane, 7th Earl of Westmoreland, who was 75 at the time, hadn't been to court since Queen Anne's time as he was a Jacobite, and could barely see - since she was first bridesmaid, she was at the head of the line and was dressed very richly, so it wasn't so strange for him to make the mistake. Napier attributes her correction to embarrassment rather than fear of Charlotte.

You can find the primary sources I referred to reprinted together in the early twentieth century, which is very handy. It's interesting to read Fox's and Napier's recounting of events for posterity, which strongly uphold Sarah's virtue and wisdom, and compare them to Sarah's actual letters, which show a real human personality so much more strongly. Unfortunately, the letters skip from August to October in 1761, so we can't read Sarah's own description of the wedding and coronation, which took place in September!

(reposted from AskHistorians)

#history #royal history #18th century #georgian #non fashion #coping with professional disappointment by writing mega answers on AH

[sungmee]

so how about that trope of ‘who did this to you?’ followed by wreaking vengeance, but make it steddyhands and also a 2nd person outsider POV ficlet 

So you’re this guy, right? You live in this port popular among pirates, and you’re not a pirate yourself, but you know all about them, you deal with them all the time, whatever. So of course you know of Blackbeard, everyone knows of Blackbeard. He’s like, the ultimate pirate out there. 

And you’re this guy who isn’t all that impressive or particularly special, and maybe that annoys you sometimes. Maybe you want to be a little more infamous, a little more intimidating; a little more like Blackbeard. 

Then one day, Blackbeard rocks up into port, a while after his last visit, and there’s a whole lot of rumors about him now (Some ‘Gentleman Pirate’? Calling for Act of Grace??), but presently, he is, for all intents and purposes, the same as he ever was, with a slightly shorter beard. Just as cool, just as impressive, and people clear the way when he walks by, crew in tow. 

So you’re this guy and you watch him pass and you feel a little jealous. A little bitter. A little mean. So when you see Blackbeard later, in his cups and by himself, you think, perhaps this is an opportunity. And you take it.

It’s all a bit of a blur, adrenaline and anxiety, as you lunge from the shadows and swing, but you feel your fist make impact with flesh and internally cheer. You scrabble for your knife and lash out, strike something, and there’s a scuffle as you get knocked back, but then Blackbeard is gone and you’re on the floor.

Ok. So you’ve hurt Blackbeard, the Blackbeard, and yeah he hit you back hard enough to send you reeling, but you’re alive and he’s gone and you even managed to draw blood! That’s pretty impressive, right? You pick yourself up and scramble back to your room to revel in your victory. You got one over Blackbeard!

You sit in the dark and stare stupidly at the wall and grin at nothing for all of five minutes before you remember that Blackbeard could very well come back for you, or indeed, send someone else. It’s no secret that his first mate Izzy Hands is a vicious attack dog kind of man, that someone like you wouldn’t want to mess with on a good day, let alone one where you’ve attacked his captain. 

But Izzy is scary in an almost predictable kind of way, skilled and tough and still not to be taken lightly, but you kind of know what to expect with him. So, it’s fine, this is fine, if Izzy Hands comes after you, you’ll be fine. You’ve got weapons, you can defend yourself. 

And then there’s a knock on the door. A fucking knock. Who the fuck would knock on your door? So you get up, wary and tense and clutching a knife at your side, and you open the door.

And some fucking weirdly pretty dude in a pastel waistcoat and frilly shirt is standing on the other side. The fuck. 

“Hello!” He says cheerfully. “Are you the one who attacked Edward?”

You blink.

“Edward?”

“Blackbeard.” Waistcoat clarifies. 

You narrow your eyes.

"Depends who's asking."

"The Gentleman Pirate, at your service."

"Gentleman?" You sneer, thinking this is a joke, "Whatever, yeah I did get Blackbeard, what's it to you?"

"Ah." Says the weird guy, and suddenly his eyes narrow and go cold, the polite cheer vanishes, he's looming in the doorway, and you suddenly feel very very nervous.

"Edward is very dear to me, you see. Dear to both of us."

Dread shoots up your spine. You gulp.

"...both?"

"Say your prayers, dog," comes a raspy voice from behind you as a knife is suddenly at your neck.

"The fuck-?!"

Waistcoat steps inside and closes the door, casting the whole room in shadow. There’s steel at your throat and steel in his eyes. He smiles thinly at you. 

"As a gentleman, I thought it good manners to knock first. My partner here, however, is not so inclined to such niceties. Unfortunately for you."

Oh, you think, as the blade digs deeper and Waistcoat circles you like a shark, this is it, then. You fucked around, and now you’re about to find out.

#our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means death fic #steddyhands #stede bonnet #izzy hands #my writing

[slashingdisneypasta]

So I clearly missed some things due to my severe lack of activeness on this hellsite (derogatory) but I'd very much like to know more about Then He Got Rough if you feel comfortable sharing.

If not though, that's totally okay!! Either way, hope you're doing well, my friend 💜🙏🏻

!!!! Thats my Original Work!! I occasionally mention it on here, but I do need to be quite careful about what I say cuz theirs a lotta stuff in it that is meant to be a surprise XD But goddddddddddddddd I love talking about it, so thank you for asking!! ^^

Basically it is a small town murder mystery, but using Slasher Movie Tropes. Its also got a lotta platonic love and other more complicated kinds of relationships because I'm, of course, aro and I need that shit XD Here's a basic blurb I made up for someone else who asked one time ^^

Hallie (the virgin) meets Edward Brown (the killer) and they hit it off- she's exactly the kinda girl he likes; friendly, kinda reserved, and they have... err- certain things from their pasts... in common, it turns out. And to her, Edward's the perfect guy, too! He's a young English teacher at the high school and he's got this skinny Clark Kent thing about him?? Awkward, and funny. She doesn't realise he's a part of the little town's most powerful (and tight-lipped) family, the Bamford's (He was adopted into it- Edward Bamford-Brown), until she tells her best friend and roommate Maggie (the whore) about him. Maggie immediately develops a bad taste in her mouth when it comes to Edward. She goes rogue and decides to investigate, employing Hallie's family doctor, Arthur (the scholar), and his old friend/new roommate combo; anxious ex-con Rodney (the fool), who just so happens to be Edwards adoptive aunt Carla Bamford's ex husband. Doors are opened for Maggie into the world of the Bamford's through Arthur and Rodney, and Winnie Bamford (the athlete) later on, and she uncovers some bone chilling secrets about everyone in this family, and everyone a r o u n d them, too, that make her determined to save her friend before its too late.

**You might also be interested to know that, in my head, Rodney (Who is a very charismatic, but very anxious man who used to do some pretty bad things but feels terrible (he knows his behaviour had everything to do with self-loathing) is really truly trying to clean up his act these days post-divorce; rooming with his old friend Arthur and working at the grocery store as its the only job he could get) is played by a more middle-aged Robert Englund XDD (Closer to Professor Wexler in Urban Legend then Inkubus) . Arthur is played by Brad Dourif XDD (so yes- freddy kruger and chucky XD Of course.)

Some little tid-bits I can/want to share also:

The Bamford Family Line-Up:

Mrs Emily Bamford: The matriarch. A cold-hearted snake woman. She pretty much only loves Edward.

Mayor Richard Bamford: He and Em were highschool sweethearts back in the day but broke up when he left to pursue politics in a big city-- but mysteriously came back and married Emily a few months later despite everyone knowing he was doing so well in the city?? Took the Bamford name and everything. Its rumoured that Emily's parents blackmailed him *cough*. Everyone knows Emily is in charge. Richard always looks kind of like a show pony next to her, despite being actual Mayor.

Carla Bamford: Emily's adopted sister and town journalist. She's kinda lily-livered. The only thing she really stood against the family about was her marriage to Rodney (They didn't approve. He was a damn con), but even that fell apart eventually.

Rodney Hawk (Formally Bamford. They made him take their name but he's got his back, now): I already talked about him XD

Edward Bamford-Brown: THE MAIN VILLAIN. Edward is Emily and Richard's adopted son, the same age as their biological daughter (Winnie. up next) who... well, its no secret- is the favourite. Emily would let him get away with anything. She would help him get away with anything. He can do no wrong, in her eyes.

Winnie Bamford: Emily and Richard's biological daughter. She's an insane freak- they sent her away to boarding school in Georgia but she came back worse, and there are s o many rumours about her in town; Orgies and deviant sexual activity, mostly (most of it is true, too). She has a major thing for 'Uncle Rodney' and makes him very very uncomfortable. On the bright side though?? She's more then happy to fuck things up for her spiteful mother by assisting Maggie to uncover some dark secrets (: She wont make it easy, though 😅 That would be no fun.

Unnamed Bamford Family Member: I cant tell you anything about them, whoops.

And Tom Manning: Richard's best friend, and the town lawyer (Edwards lawyer). So close with Rich and Em (And Winnie and Edward) that he's practically part of the family. I have described him as 'a hot dill pickle in a sharp suit if he was a harvard law graduate'. He's slimy, charismatic and seemingly perfect.

Here are the main characters Looks, if you're interested 😅

(Also another little thing that is really just a convoluted blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of inside joke- Maggie, who has a huge thing for Arthur and constantly describes his eyes as 'brad dourif-blue', is a major Childs Play fan.

... and hallie loves a nightmare on elm street *cough*. she doesnt really interact with rodney, but during the few times they do, they totally have Something. and when she describes her perfect guy?? its the opposite to edward. its rodney. anyway- )

Anyway, thank you for asking! And reading, if you made it this far XDD Sorry for the word-vomit!! I just really really love this story and I really hope one day I can finish it ^^ <3<3<3<3<3<3

I hope you are doing well too- better then before at least ^^ I hope the time away from Tumblr is doing you well! You're right, it can be a very harmful atmosphere and I'm so proud of you for knowing when you need to take a step back!! 💛💛💛💛💛

#Then He Got Rough

[thoughtportal]

Set during World War II, Olivia "Livy" Dunne is a young Denver minister's daughter who has become pregnant by a United States Navy flight instructor on furlough. Embarrassed by his daughter's out of wedlock pregnancy, her father quietly arranges for her to marry.

Livy is sent to a rural southeastern Colorado town to marry Ray Singleton, who operates his family farm. Hearing of Livy's dilemma from his pastor, Ray is moved and agrees to marry without even having met her. Unbeknownst to Livy, he has lost both of his parents, and also his younger brother, during the attack on Pearl Harbor. Though young, handsome and a family man at heart, Ray has little opportunity to find a wife in this remote region. His sister Martha, her husband and their three children are the only family he has left.

Ray and Livy are very different. Livy has a good education and until recently was studying archeology in graduate school. She knows nothing of cooking or farming and is not particularly religious. Livy has felt bereft and lonely since her mom's death. Ray is a man of few words. A hard worker, he is kind, honest and patient. Family life and faith in God have been the central features of Ray's life. His daily activity is focused on working his family's farm.[3] Livy and Ray strive hard to be polite and courteous to each other, but are nevertheless awkward in each other's company.

Though agreeing to marry for her father, Livy never intended to remain. She secretly writes to United States Navy Flight Instructor Lieutenant Edward Brown, her baby's father. A visit by her sister brings sharp contrast between the life Livy came from and the life she is living now, but it is also apparent how much Livy has changed her view of her surroundings. Her sister has no news of Lt. Brown, who has yet to answer Livy's letters.

#watch this #movies #film

[mortifiedatbeingknown]

"A Rather Polite, Bigger Thing" (Pt. 8)

Masterpost:

It was time. 

The appointment had previously been postponed due to their mechanic falling victim to a sudden, undisclosed illness, but now there was no excuse. The workshop loomed closer as Mistress walked onwards, the giant brick structure ready to swallow them both whole. 

As the door clicked shut behind them, it had to wonder: would it be leave this room? 

It's inability to calculate the factors necessary to create accurate odds left the situation at its default 50/50. An inaccurate statistics, but one that would not leave its mind. The gamble was too risky. 

It should have never agreed to this. 

It should have never–

It should have–

It cut off its hindsight sensors at this exact point. It should have. That's what it needed to focus on. Whatever happened was worth the risk. And with a Mistress as kind and as irrational as the one who now carried it, surely she wouldn't let this happen if she didn't trust the proceedings. 

…right? 

She wants me alive. That would be its mantra. 

She wants me alive. 

Whatever happens, I must stay alive. 

"Customer!" The OLI screeched as the door opened and the bell rang. 

The man at the counter grimaced. "Ollie? You're volumes a bit too high there, buddy!" 

 "Better?" The OLLIE responded, this time half as loud. 

"Better." The man affirmed. 

"Then… Customer!" It cried again. 

Mistress chuckled. "We'll… just head to the back again, if you don't mind." 

"Sure thing!" The man waved them through. "By the way… if Ollie seems upset, tell him I'm not mad, OK? He can just get a little overexcited sometimes." 

Mistress promised, though the very concept was absurd. What robot would take human correction so poorly? It was the logical way of things, the very existence of a robot was designed to cater to humans and all their whims. In what reasonable world did an android expect anything in return?

Still, despite all its horrible manners, it could not say that it disliked the little OLI. It was rather hard to dislike anything that remembered your name and greeted you at the door with an excited “Edward! He’s back!” 

“We sure are.” Mistress chuckled. “Apologies for being late.” 

The mechanic lady waved her off. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m the one that dragged this out two days longer.” 

“But you were sick! That’s completely different!” 

“Internally malfunctioning!” The Ollie corrected from its spot on the mechanic's shoulder. 

It kept its eyes lowered to the floor as Mistress approached the work table. In case she tripped on anything (and there were certainly many things scattered about that could very well be tripping hazards) it wanted to be able to warn her. Thankfully, its assistance went unneeded. 

“Um… where should I put him?” Mistress asked. 

This caught its attention. Why not the table? Was something….? 

And then its optics glanced upwards. 

The desk was packed, piled and overflowing with not an inch of space to spare. What had formerly been the only cleared out space in the workshop was now buried under a towering heap of…limbs. Robotic feet, legs, arms, spare bits of scrap and a spare eye or two tossed in for good measure. The only difference was of course, that while his limbs were little more than a solid metal framework and some wire, these were covered in an odd plastic coating, seemingly the same material as the OLI’s outer shell.

These were…these were… 

“Oh, right!” The mechanic announced with a mixture of pride and sheepishness. “I didn’t leave any space left, huh? Well, just leave him by the corner next to Ollie. I only need you for the next few minutes anyways.” 

“Is that alright, Edward?” 

It took a moment for it to realize that it was being addressed. “As my mistress wishes, so I will comply.” It responded. 

From across the room, the angry lady snorted. 

Meanwhile, the OLI seemed rather pleased. “Over here! Over here!” It squeaked, waving its stubby arms over by a shabby blanket and two dirty throw pillows. “This is my spot!” 

“Alright, why not?” Mistress set him down gently, squeezing one of his shoulder joints before stepping away. “I’ll be back in a bit. You sure you’ll be OK?” 

“Mistress, you will be thirty-five away from my location.” He responded, roughly calculating the exact distance. “Should anything go awry you will be quite nearby. I have no cause to worry about anything.” 

Once again, her cheeks flushed pink. “R-right! Sorry!” 

Wrong answer. In an attempt to ease her nerves it had only embarrassed her. Useless machine. Perhaps the lack of discipline had truly rusted over its manners. 

But there was no time to dwell on that. The OLI was coming, eyes wide and antennae twitching as it stuck out an arm to shake. “Hi! I’m Ollie!” 

It stared down at the awaiting hand, offering its pitiful stump in reply. The OLI didn't mind, shaking its limb like it was a greeting from the ruling monarchs. 

 "I am Edward." It responded. "Though by your earlier remarks, I am aware that you already know of that." 

"Yep, yep!" The OLI confirmed. "You're the one getting a new body so that you can feel things!" 

"Well… yes, that is correct." 

It was not exactly sure how to talk to this thing. 

"How did you get damaged?" 

"My memories were wiped of the account." 

"Oh…." The OLI's eyes flickered. It's scans could detect a hint of… sadness? How strange… it was not aware of just how OLI's could portray emotion in their tone. 

And he's not even the most advanced model… 

In such a rapidly developing world, where was the room for it? 

"Do not worry." It managed to say, temporarily muting its worrying functions. "That is not an event I would wish to remember, in any case." 

"Me neither." The Ollie agreed. "So, you excited for your new arms?" 

"I am curious." It admitted. "I do not know how it will feel to react to emotional responses linked to physical contact." 

"Oh, it feels great!" The OLI assured. "Like a hug… or, or a hoodie, or an oil bath…" 

The little robot went quiet. 

"Is your monster nice?" It asked. 

Nice?  “She is my lady!” He responded a tad sharply. Robots had no rules against rudeness. “It would not be appropriate of me to judge her behavior!” 

The OLI thought about this, head tilted. “Well, yeah, but does she hit you?”

“Of course not! Now keep your voice down!” The lady was staring back at them periodically, and it would certainly not do for her to overhear such disrespectful inquiries. 

“I’m just saying…” The OLIS optics burned into him, vocal volume cranking down even lower. 

“If she hits you now, its gonna hurt. So if she’s the type to get angry… don’t make her angry.” 

“I already hurt when I make her angry.” It replied. “My mind is programmed to do so, so that I do not rebel.”

“But that’s hurt on the inside. Its going to hurt on the outside now to.” 

“What do you—?” 

But his last words were stolen by a cheery “We’re ready!” From the other side of the room. 

“Good luck!” The OLI whispered at it scurried away, and before it could react it was scooped up and away. 

*************************

“Hi Edward! This is gonna be your new skull!”

Edward stared as the mechanic handled the aforementioned cranium; a large, cuboidal structure with dull eyes and a mess of wires spilling from the neck hole. 

“It is…large.” He offered, twitching. “I fear I may not be able to handle it properly.” 

“Oh, nonsense! You’ll be fine! Besides…” The mechanic knocked soundly against the shiny bronze shell, letting the sound echo around the workshop. “This can definitely take a few scrapes while you get your bearings. There’s nothing to worry about!” 

“But…” Edward paused, hesitating, until her assuring nod made him continue. “But…won’t I feel pain?” 

The mechanic snorted. “Oooolllieee, have you been scaring him?”

“I didn’t do nothing!” Ollie yelled back, invisible, his voice box muffled from within his hiding place. 

“...Anyways, the tactile sensors can be adjusted, so you don’t have to worry about that either.” 

“Adjusted?” 

“ Yeah! Plan is we leave you with the settings you’re used to for the first couple of days, and then slowly bring the feeling into your world.” 

“I…see.” Edward looked up at her. “A-and will my lady be given the controls?” 

“Huh? No, of course not! Any adjustments are going to be done here, in my workshop, under my authority.” 

“Technically mine!” A faraway voice called. 

The mechanic’s shoulders slumped. “...Or from Jayce, who actually trusts himself around code. A-anyways! No one’s gonna mess with your pain sensors, I promise. Any other questions?” 

“No…but if I may… a request?” 

The mechanic shrugged. “Ask away.”

“May I have…” The robot's head jerked sharply. “A-a few words with my lady?”

“Of course!” The mechanic stepped away. “Make it quick though. I… don’t want to leave you in that body for much longer. Don’t like the way its treating ya.” 

“I will not waste your patience.” Edward promised. “My Lady?” 

She immediately straightened up. To her… He’d wanted to talk to her. 

Wasn’t it a bit pathetic, getting excited like this? Probably… but in stark contrast to his former dead-eyed composure, he’d chosen to spend his potentially last few moments in her company. He’d made the choice… 

And it was that agency that gladdened her most of all, even above being selected.

“What is it, Edward?” She’d asked as the mechanic respectfully backed away. 

“My Lady, I…I apologize if I am being too formal, but I only wished to express my gratitude.” 

“Gratitude?” 

“You’ve rescued me, my lady.” He continued. “You’ve done…far more than I could have ever expected. Far more than I ever deserved. You’re spending so much money…” 

He shivered so hard sparks flew. 

“No, Edward it’s…” 

“It is what it is, my lady.” Another twitch. “It is my deepest regret that I cannot guarantee that I will be able to please you after all the investment you’ve poured into me. If that comes to pass, I would like to apologize.” 

“Well, don’t!” 

Edward flinched. “My…lady?” 

“You’re going to be fine.” She ground out. “Nothing is going to go wrong. Stop acting like you’re going to die, because you’re not!” 

Edward froze in place. His voice box clicked uselessly as he struggled to find the words. “M-m-my apologies. I did not intend to upset you. I just wanted you to know…” 

“Know what?!” 

“...That I am forever in  your debt, my lady. And if I could guarantee my survival…I would, if only for the sake of pleasing you.” 

“Edward…” And though he was still in his old body, she squeezed him tightly. “It’s going to be fine. I’ll just see you in a little bit, alright? And you’ll have two eyes this time to boot.”

“I will do my best to arrive punctually, my lady,” Edward replied as she set him down on the worktable. The mechanic approached, goggles shining bright and a tool box slung from each arm. 

She looked away. “...Lily.” 

“Pardon?” 

“My name is Lily.” She said. “I…realized that I never told you, and I felt too awkward to bring it up later, but… yeah.” 

“Miss Lily…” Edward tasted the name out, letting it hum through the air. “You have a lovely name.” 

“Thank you.” She replied, her cheeks reddening. “See you in a bit?” 

“See you in a bit,” Edward echoed. 

With a sharp, tiny click, his voice was silenced. 

#robot whump #whump #whumpee #whump writing #a rather polite bigger thing

[morrisxn02]

{HARRIS DICKINSON, 21, MALE, HE/HIM} Is that EDWARD MORRISON? A JUNIOR originally from MANHATTAN. They’re THE PROUD ELITE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance. 

tl;dr: eddie responsible, pragmatic, methodic but he is also frustrated that he still hasn’t found his path in life and is too scared to live life the way he wants to without disappointing his family. i feel like, right now, he’s at this crossroads where he wants to be young and find his path and have fun, but he is too scared this will put all the great things he has in jeopardy.

-– the basics:

full name: edward rufus morrison nicknames: ed, eddie, rufus (if you want to annoy him) + whatever your muse desires age: 21 birthday: march 13th, 2002 birthplace: new york city, new york major: computer science + literature gender: cisgender male sexuality: bisexual

stats - pinterest board - playlist - wanted connections

multimedia character inspirations:

henry winter (the secret history), dickie greenleaf (ripley - 2024), julian fromme (these violent delights), art donaldson (challengers), declan lynch and richard gansey iii (the raven cycle/the dreamer trilogy), kendall and shiv roy (succession), logan dellos (westworld), nate archibald (gossip girl), mahdi (blocco 181)

background:

middle child of the morrison family;

grew up as the family's perfect little golden boy;

his parents always deposited in him the expectations of one day taking on the family business;

was always sort of a conflict mediator at home, which is one of the reasons why his parents love him so much;

always enjoyed reading and studying;

didn't have any big issues growing up aside from sporadic ideological conflicts with his parents;

spent a year in france as a part of an exchange program in high school;

personality:

kind of nihilistic;

matured way too early so he kind of just wants to be young and dumb for a while but will not allow himself to be happy bc he feels like being his dad's ideal of a man is more important;

very creative and artistic;

on the outside he's a conformist, on the inside he's super liberal. he refrains from dabbling in politics, though bc as aware as he can be abt his privilege, he would never give up the nice things he has;

roy-siblings coded: he will do anything to impress an unloving parent because there's no drug more powerful than parental validation

can be very practical when he needs to be, but is usually very much the opposite

he is very VERY lost in life, very frustrated, very unhappy, thinks he's trowing his life away and regrets like 75% of his life choices;

he can be a bit selfish and narcissistic;

thinks he's smarter than everyone;

cannot muster up the courage to confront his family about anything so he can often be found looking forlornly at the horizon wondering abt everything his life could have been;

headcanons

fatally allergic to hornets. he WILL die if he gets stung

loves videogames;

kind of an art/history nerd;

annoying film-bro that carries a mubi tote around and has a criterion channel subscription (also hit him up if you want to borrow any criterion collective exclusive releases);

would have been an actor in another life. LOVES shakespeare;

eddie is kind of closeted with his bisexuality, mostly bc he feels like his parents might start looking at him differently (a few ppl know and he doesn't make a point of hiding it but he won't openly label himself as queer, it's a weird thing but you know where i'm going with this right)

also LOVES rich people sports like skiing, tennis and fencing. has a bit of baseball knowledge as well but doesn't care much about other sports;

mildly near-sighed

slightly allergic to polyester (as per a collective gc decision lmao)

other tropes: princely young man, gentleman snarker, byronic hero.

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: Most of his life, Greer was like a best friend inside of their home. Someone with whom he shared most of his fondest memories, like summers in the Hamptons, Christmases in the Alps, and Halloweens at Disney World. Yet, when you grow up in a Succession-esque household, there are certain unspoken rules about loyalty and comradery. Siblinghood was always a game – fun, for the most part, but competitive and always marred by the inevitable awareness that there was always a great deal at stake and that one could end up finding himself on the losing side. Luckily, for most of their lives, the Unfavorite gracefully assumed that position – which neither he, nor Greer ever questioned. But Edward knew that there were always boundaries to his relationship with the golden girl, there were secrets to be kept from her, lies to be told to appease her, because he knew – as his twin did – that Greer would gladly throw any of them under a bus coming in at full speed if she knew that would expand her advantage in their parents’ rankings.

HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR SKELETON TROPE: The linen shirts, the tailored suits and the cashmere sweaters attest to his love of all things fine and luxurious. Edward is the stereotypical Barbie of northeastern rich men: his favorite sport is skiing; he loves a good glass of premium aged scotch; and his go-to Holiday getaway is quick trip to Europe. All this privilege makes him a little out of touch with reality. Sometimes he just doesn’t get the so-called “small pleasures of life”. And all this luxury at his full disposal might make him appear a little too self-assured. He doesn’t do it out of malice or hatred of the less privileged, though, he just loves his life too much not to be all-in in it… 

EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES: tennis, sailing, writing club, fencing club

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