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littlemisssquiggles · 4 years

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Ruby could get kidnapped in V8 but with everything going on V9 will need to be something less stressful. Still I would be down for Oscar and Ruby reuniting and THEN talking about the trauma together. V8 though I do want self-reflection since Oscar is basically back in V4 status(all alone with Ozpin). Along with Ruby wondering what more she has to sacrifice whether it be Oscar or her life like her mom.

On the contrary Ghost; with the way things are going now with the events of the Atlas Trilogy, I feel like the showrunners are just going to keep upping the stakes. So perhaps Ruby being kidnapped for the next volume wouldn't be too bad of an occurrence.

I mean I've been an advocate for Ruby becoming a prisoner of Salem along with Oscar since V5. Salem has been interested in capturing Ruby since V4 and it wouldn't surprise me if she'll have her eyes set on capturing Oscar too; especially since she knows that Oz has been reincarnated.

As I was telling @crystalandbrass, what if…in V8, as a reverse parallel to V4, Tyrian Callows is once again sent to retrieve Ruby. In my interpretation of this hunch, I imagined Tyrian leading his own faction of Winged Beringels to ambush and overpower an unsuspecting Ruby who just happened to be out alone in Mantle with only Qrow as her company.

In the Wizard of Oz story, it was said that the Scarecrow was almost destroyed by the flying monkeys when they came to capture Dorothy Gale. So what if…we got a RWBY equivalent to that moment in which Qrow is overpowered by Winged Beringels and forced to look on helplessly as Tyrian relinquishes an unconscious Ruby Rose over to a Winged Beringel which takes her away to Salem.

Meanwhile, Tyrian stays behind to finish off Qrow only for the Branwen man to be saved in the nick of time by Jaune, Nora and Ren arriving to aid him; much like how he had come to their aid back in Anima in V4.

I quite like the concept of Ruby becoming Salem’s prisoner by the conclusion of V8. Perhaps this could lead into what some of Rosegardening Pineheads and Rosegardeners have been itching to see---a scene in which Oscar comes to Ruby’s rescue to parallel all the times she has protected and looked out for him over the past few seasons. I think it could be a neat moment for Oscar if he ended up challenging Salem to save Ruby.

Perhaps…we could even see my ole Oscar the Golden Cap Pinehead headcanon coming to fruition too with Oscar becoming so great and powerful in his magical abilities that he’s able to use his power to take control of Salem’s Winged Beringels (see my Oscar’s Luxx Pinehead headcanon right here)

In the Wizard of Oz story, the Wicked Witch was only able to control the flying monkeys through the power of the Golden Cap---a cursed magical artifact that allowed its wielder to control the flying monkeys at least three times.

Although Salem is the creator of the Winged Beringels on the RWBY universe, she did so via the power of the Grimm Pools and her own magic.

Therefore, this squiggle meister thinks it would be a really neatorrific magic trick to see Oscar use the power he inherited from Ozma that he has come to make his own during his time with Ozpin to take control of the Winged Beringels; making him the RWBY version of the Golden Cap.

Gold is in his name after all and much like the Golden Cap from Oz, Oscar is a vessel of magic. Just saying.

I mean, I doubt we’d actually see anything like that for V8 but it would’ve been something cool. As a Rosegardening Pinehead, I really love the thought of Oscar immediately daring to challenge Salem on his own upon learning that she has Ruby.

I can definitely see this being a possibility, particularly in the event that part of Oscar’s story and development for V8 would be the young huntsman coming to terms with the importance of Ruby to him; mimicking how his fairy tale counterpart---the little prince---came to revere his beloved true rose.

Perhaps it’s even a case where Salem uses Ruby to lure out Oscar. Imagine if… Salem ends up capturing Oscar by forcing him to surrender himself over to her as a means of protecting Ruby.

Or…as an alternative to that, imagine if…Oscar sacrifices himself for Ruby’s sake. Like it’s a case in which Oscar gives Salem an ultimatum in which he trades his life and freedom to become Salem’s willing prisoner in exchange for Ruby’s salvation. Basically picture a moment in which Oscar boldly proposes for Salem to imprison him and do whatever she desires to him--- torture him for the rest of his days, even kill him---in that moment, the little prince was willing to lay his life at the mercy of the wicked witch so long as no harm came to his rose as part of their deal or exchange.

Equivalent exchange, am I right?

Kind of like how Azlan surrendered himself to be “killed” by the Ice Queen in place of Edmund Pevensie in the Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe,

Bruh, imagine if…we got a scenario where Ruby is left unconscious for most of the finale after being poisoned by Tyrian and by the time the Silver Eyed Rose regains consciousness, she awakens to her allies begrudgingly informing her of Oscar’s sacrifice for her. Imagine a scenario in which for the majority of V8, Ruby and Oscar never truly reunite. Even though we spent more of the story with Oscar fighting to get back to his friends and Ruby; in the end it’s a case where they still don’t get to see each other or rather; Ruby never gets to see Oscar again since he gave himself to Salem for her sake. Thus, Ruby has to live with Oscar making that sacrifice for her and her mistakes this time.

Y’know what I realized---much like Ozpin (and by extension Ozma and all the Wizards in his cycle), Oscar has become the proverbial martyr to constantly pay the price for others actions even when he attempts to rectify them.

Between V5-V7, Oscar was mainly chastised because of Ozpin’s actions and past mistakes. He became an immediate foe to Hazel Rainart who he was forced to combat due to his beef with Ozpin concerning his sister. He was punched by Qrow (technically while Oz was in control but Oscar still felt the aftermath of that) out of the bird man’s anger and frustration towards Oz for the lies he told him and others. And just last season, Oscar literally got shot and sent to his presumed death by Ironwood for trying to correct mistakes made by both his predecessor and his allies.

And what’s worse about that is that Oscar had no say in any of that. He more or less just has to accept punishment for the actions of others whether he liked it or not.

So imagine if…for another time---presumably the last time--- Oscar makes himself a martyr; paying the price for Ruby---only this time, it’s his choice to give himself up for the girl he loves.

Doesn’t that sound like an interesting plot point to see? Perhaps this could be another way for Ruby to see the weight of her own actions and mistakes in a way.

In the Lost Princess of Oz story, I recall Princess Ozma being captured with her best friend (and closest confidant) Dorothy Gale being the one to lead a rescue party to save her. This is why I’ve been more inclined towards Oscar becoming Salem’s prisoner with Ruby the one to ultimately save him as his closest companion and potential love interest. I still like this possibility very much.

Then again, this could also easily go the the opposite direction in which both Ruby and Oscar become unwilling prisoners of Salem. While in captivity, Salem makes sure to keep both smaller, more honest souls apart in order to play off of their bond and devotion to one another and sort of maliciously manipulate and torment them into submitting to her will. That’s another possibility that I like.

The way how I see it, V9 could potentially be a standalone Dark Domain season where either Oscar is captured by Salem after sacrificing himself for Ruby leading to her leading their allies into the Land of Darkness in order to rescue the imprisoned little prince or….it could be about Ruby and Oscar dealing with being prisoners of Salem.

For me, my money will always more be on Oscar becoming Salem’s prisoner especially if he does it in Ruby’s place because I still love my headcanon of Oscar becoming the Boy in the Lonely Tower with Salem imprisoning him in a castle of solitude like how she was first locked away before Ozma found her. I still love that theory.

But who knows. Neither of this ideas could become a thing, as far as I know. Even if the CRWBY Writers mentioned something along the lines of reading fan’s comments for certain things to happen for certain characters, I highly doubt any of em would lend to any of this squiggly Pinehead’s million and one headcanons. As always, these are only my theories, thoughts and ideas for things for RWBY.

Either way, I will say that I do think that something big could potentially go down for both Ruby and Oscar respectively next volume.

I do think we could get that self-reflection on Oscar’s part like you want Ghost---I’m just unsure how it will work given the whole 1-2 days’ timeline. Given the fact that Oz has been gone for probably a month or some weeks since the heroes got to Atlas, it would’ve been better to see more time pass in the story in order to make Oscar and Oz’s bond growing within that time more believable, y’know what I mean? At least for me. This is just my opinion here.

I mean I guess I can look at it from the perspective for their bond being forced to grow faster due to the emergency of Salem’s arrival OR….perhaps V8 could only be the start of Oscar and Oz finally learning to coexist with one another and in the event that Oscar does indeed become Salem’s prisoner---if he’s captured, that will prove the PLOT more time to have Oscar bond with Oz since for a second time, the young boy will be all alone with only Oz as his companion. That could be something.

But who knows, y;know? I guess we’ll only know once more news of the next season drops, I suppose. In the meantime, I hope I was able to answer you, Ghost. Let me know if I did, please.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2020)

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imaginesforthosewhoseekthem · 6 years

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I am always up reading your stuff 'till midnight, I mean I love' em. Could you perhaps do something about Percy. If he actually stayed in Wellington Wells with his S/O. I know it sounds strange, but it would be really interesting to see how you write that :3

((I am REALLY flattered you think that, but try to get some sleep please! I have like NO idea if you have work or school to go to and you need the sleep!))

**POSSIBLE SPOILER WARNING JUST IN CASE**

((Now I don’t know if this’ll work like Edmund where we don’t know for SURE if he’d be a Downer or have some kind of immunity to Joy so he can remember, so I’m going to write something kind of similar to Arthur))

Percy likely opened a flower shop with his s/o given his interest in flowers. He likely went into the same situation Arthur did when he saw a picture of Percy.

Percy was looking for some old notebooks he had for flowers that could be eaten when a photo or Arthur fell out and he started to remember.

“Percy! Percy where are you?! Percy!”

“Arthur..?” He took a Joy from his pocket and contemplated taking it. Looking at the photo, he was drawn to THAT more than the Joy.

“Arthur..!” he said, the feelings washing over him as he put his face in his hands. “Arthur!”

His troubles were interrupted by you as you came in.

“Percy…? Percy, love are you okay?”

He snapped back to normal and stood up. “C-Couldn’t be better, love..!” he said, trying to hide his sadness. The photo floated to the floor before he could catch it, prompting you to pick it up.

“Who’s this, darling?”

“That’s a picture of…That’s a pic….That’s a picture of my…That’s a picture of my brother…Arthur.” he said. This was odd. You hand’t heard Percy struggle to get words out in a while.

“He looks a lot like you, just with glasses on.” you said, smiling.

“Y-Yeah…he kind of does…” he said, smiling a bit

You examined him for a moment.

“Have you forgotten your Joy, darling..?”

“Why would you think that..?”

“You seem a little…off…If this photo bringing back bad memories?”

“N-No! Of course not..!”

“Percy, please don’t lie to me..”

He fiddled with his hands and softly took the photo back to look at it.

“Maybe…I just…I don’t think I WANT to forget Arthur again…Does that make me a Downer?”

“Well…I don’t know, really…Downer or not, you’re still my Percy. I wouldn’t tell the Bobbies on you. You KNOW that, love.”

You held him softly as he wrapped his arm around you, kissing your head.

“I know, dear…” he replied.

“I can stop taking mind f or a little while if it’ll help?”

“You sure you want to do that for me..?”

“I’d to ANYTHING for you, Percy..!”

“Heh…You sound like Arthur”

He smiled a little with his arms crossed. You two had the shop closed for your break as you both went of Joy for a moment to look at the picture. After some time, Percy remembered where Arthur had gone.

“The train…I remember…I had to take Arthur to the train.”

“Oh Percy..” you said, taking his hand

“I have to go find him. (Y/N), come with me..!”

“Percy, how can you be sure he’s even ALIVE..?”

“I’m not…But I just wish to know for sure.”

You thought about it for a while before Percy proposed a question.

“Maybe we can talk to Sally Boyle…She was good friends with my brother.”

“You told me you didn’t want to see her again after what happened with your Dad once…as I recall.”

“She pretty much BETRAYED Arthur..! What would he think if he knew she…I just…I didn’t want her in my sight after that…”

“And SHE’S who you want to talk to..?”

Percy sighed. You two opened the shop for a while, pretending to be on Joy til you both went home to talk about Arthur more.

“Well..” you said as you sat with him that evening. “I have an idea, but it seems a little insane.”

“Yeah?” he asked, looking up at you.

“We COULD keep up this act so we can find a way out of here…We can cross the bridge..!”

“Would we be able to..? Like…with no one noticing?”

“If we’re clever enough we can!”

Percy held your hands and kissed them softly, looking at you with all the love in the world.

“You would really be willing to leave our lives here just to help me find my brother?”

“Any life with you is the life I want, Percy. I love you.” you said, kissing him softly.

“I love you too, (Y/N)” he said once you pulled away.

Since you had each other to be a bit more discreet about your escape than just Arthur, you two eventually found a way out and once you left, you were on your search for Arthur.

Just the two of you, hand in hand.

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skandarismyturkishdelight · 7 years

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I Missed You - Edmund x Reader (Pt.2)

Characters: Reader, Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie, and Caspian

Setting: Narnia, The Golden Age/LWW and Prince Caspian.

Warnings: None.

Summary/Blurb: (Requested by @creseselia) Edmund and (Y/N) have had a great friendship since Edmund had become King of Narnia. The problem is, they haven’t confessed their feelings for one another. But when Edmund disappears when going after the White Stag, what happens to her?

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Another note: I know this is way shorter than part one, I'm still figuring out details of the story. Thank you for your support and for helping me reach 750+ followers which is so incredible to me. You guys are wonderful and lovely and just bloody beautiful. Thank you again ❤️

Reader’s P.O.V:

“She’s dead.”

“No she’s not.”

“Well she definitely looks the part.”

“Whatever will it take for you to shut up for a moment, Nikabrik?”

You stirred in your sleep once more as the voices that you had thought were in your head, became louder. Your eyes were weighed with the heaviness of sleep, but curiosity forced them open.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim lit room, two figures were standing by your side; one was a dwarf and the other, a badger.

You shuffled back in surprise, only to hit your head on the low ceiling.

“Ouch…” you muttered, the feeling of speaking was weird on your tongue.

“Oh good, she can speak,” said the fierce looking dwarf sarcastically. “Now we’ve got two of ‘em; she’ll never shut up.”

“Nikabrik!” The badger exclaimed. “Leave the other one out of it! She was unconscious in the middle of the forest; show her some sympathy.”

“W-what?” You stuttered.

The dwarf rolled his dark eyes and shuffled away to what seemed to be a kitchen, brewing something in an old-looking pot.

The badger nodded his head. “That’s right. We brought you here when we saw a storm coming; it seemed like you’ve been there for a while.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked around the hut which appeared comfortable and simple. You clung tighter to the blanket you were covered with.

“Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself,” the badger stated. “My name is Trufflehunter. You’ve met Nikabrik-” A grunt sounded from the dwarf. “-What’s your name?”

“(Y/N),” you said shakily, still trying to recall what the hell happened.

As silence fell across the room there was a large bang. You whipped your head towards the kitchen in surprise and heard curses that followed from the dwarf as he picked up an empty pot that fell.

“You mean…” the badger said lowly. “Lady (Y/N) of Cair Paravel.”

As the words fell from the creature’s lips, you ripped the covers off your body in a rush. The trousers and shirt you wore were baggy and seemed suitable for men, but you really could care less. You had to find them.

“The other one’s up too!” Nikabrik called out impatiently.

The other one?

“You said you were going to get rid of him,” The dwarf added impatiently.

Trufflehunter extended his words as he responded, “No, I said I’d take care of him.“

“Well, I don’t think I hit him hard enough.”

“Nikabrik, he’s just a boy!”

Nikabrik growled, “He’s a Telmarine, not some lost puppy!”

You intercepted, “Who else is here?”

There was a small twinge of hope in your stomach, and even though you couldn’t remember much before you were supposedly unconscious, you prayed it was someone you knew. Anyone at all.

Trufflehunter walked towards the pot on the fire and began to pour soup into several bowls. He offered one to you hurriedly and carried the another for what you thought was the other person.

“We can’t kill him now,” continued the badger, “not after bandaging his head. It would be like murdering a guest.”

Nikabrik scoffed. “Ah, and how do you think his friends are treating their guest?”

“Trumpkin knew what he was doing.” The badger sighed.

You looked down in disappointment as you realised you had no clue what a Telmarine soldier was, and your heart clenched at the thought of the Pevensie siblings.

There was a sudden crash and a figure rushed towards the door, making Trufflehunter drop the bowl of soup. Nikabrik yelled unidentifiable words as he stood in the tall man’s way. You were caught in a whirlwind as the stranger pulled a hot poker from the nearby fire and began to parry the dwarf’s sword.

There was a brief pause before Nikabrik began yelling, “See? I told you we should’ve killed him!”

“You know why we can’t!” Trufflehunter tried to reason.

The man suddenly spoke. “If you’re taking a vote, I’m with him.”

You noticed he had quite a thick accent, something that sounded unfamiliar and harsh. You took a step back as he made eye contact with you from across the room. His hair was brought down just above his shoulders and his broad figure seemed slightly intimidating. The man’s dark eyes looked confused as to what was happening.

Nikabrik speaks furiously again. “We can’t let him go! He’s seen us!”

The dwarf swung his sword a few more times, but the tall man blocked him.

“That’s enough, Nikabrik!” The badger then shouted, surprising you. “Or do I have to sit on your head again?”

Nikabrik stopped and lowered his sword by just a fraction, eyes still wild.

The beaver made his way towards the fallen bowl meant for the young man. “Now, look what you made me do! I spent half the morning on that soup.”

You looked up curiously towards the boy with the dark hair again. His face etched with shock and confusion; as yours was when you had first awoken.

“Wh-what are you?” The man stated, the accent heavy to your ears.

“It’s funny.” Trufflehunter said, turning away towards the pot in the kitchen. “You’d think more people would recognize a badger when they saw one.”

“No, I mean… You’re Narnians. You’re supposed to be extinct.”

You decided to speak up. “And who told you that?”

The stranger’s gaze met with yours but he stayed silent and lowered his head.

Nikabrik replied to the man with sarcasm lacing through his speech. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

You turned your head to see Trufflehunter return with more soup. “Here we are. Still hot.”

“Since when did we become a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers?” exclaimed Nikabrik.

The tall man said once more, “I’m not a soldier! I’m Prince Caspian…the tenth.”

Silence fell heavily across the room and you saw how quickly the two creatures’ facial expressions changed. You stayed silent in the growing tension, asking yourself where you were. Where you in Narnia? Dead? On Earth?

You had heard the tales of Earth from many of the Pevensie Kings and Queens and recalled the distant memories of Cair Paravel that felt like so many years ago…

“You really are incredibly stupid, Edmund Pevensie.”

You saw him smile from the corner of your eyes as he said, “If it pleases you, my lady.“

You rolled your eyes and faced him with a firm expression on your face. “Edmund, you’re being annoying stop it.”

Edmund bit his lip in attempt to block out his laughter. “If it pleases you, my lady.”

You whined and hit his arm causing him to crash onto his bed, laughing with his face squashed into his pillow.

“Ed,” you complained. “Stop, just finish the story.”

He turned around with his stomach being clutched by his hands as he wheezed out, “If it…if it pleases you, my lady.”

You frowned, witnessing that the Just King would never let this go. The night before, Peter hosted a ball in order to celebrate Lucy’s fifteenth birthday.

There was one prince that continuously asked you to dance, and out of pity and the kindness of your heart; you danced with him. The only problem was, is that whenever you asked him a question he would only reply with “Yes”, “No” or “If it pleases you, my lady”.

Unfortunately, Edmund was watching the whole time, and as soon as you made eye contact with him he noticed your predicament and intervened.

He still hasn’t let this go.

You rolled your eyes and stomped towards the door. You’d hear this story about Earth after he calms down; or maybe from his siblings.

“No, wait,” Edmund laughed lightly, jumping from his bed and towards the door knob; which is where you rested your hand. “Don’t leave, I’ll finish the story.”

“Ok, but no more laughing about- AH!”

Your sentence was abruptly stopped as Edmund tossed you over his shoulder, laughing like so loudly that the whole castle would hear.

You slapped his back multiple times before he placed you onto his bed, him hovering over you at a respectable distance. You felt your heart go wild and your eyes grew softer; and you noticed his did too.

You liked Edmund. A lot. You felt in your heart in some points in time that he may have felt the same; these were one of these moments.

“Edmund?” You asked quietly, sitting up.

His gaze was focused on you, his freckle-flecked cheeks tinged the slightest shade of pink. “Mhm?”

“Please, finish the story. I never hear ones like these.”

Edmund got down on the floor on both his knees and his large hands tapped on your knees, as he always did when he thought about stuff. Shots of energy rushed through your legs where he made contact, and it was enough to make you shiver.

“Alright fine,” he said, adjusting himself to be more comfortable. “Where was I?”

“The teacher was criticizing a student…”

Edmund clicked his tongue. “Oh, yeah. Alright; so this teacher was absolutely insane, I was about nine but I knew she definitely couldn’t yell at her students like that.”

“Oh wow,” you state sarcastically. “Intelligent Edmund Pevensie.”

“I really was.” He grinned and continued. “And the girl she was screaming at was someone I had a crush on, but that doesn’t really matter-”

You interrupted him. “What’s a crush?”

“It’s uh…someone you like. Almost secretly.” He tapped his knee out of habit. “But, you don’t- you don’t know if they feel the same.”

“Oh,” you quickly felt your heartbeat quicken and blood rushed to your face. Did that mean you had a crush on Edmund?

No that couldn’t have been possible. You felt something else for him. Something stronger.

“(Y/N)?” The boy in front of you inquired politely.

You flicked your eyes up to meet his instead of staring at the carpet on the floor. He gave an intense gaze; one not too rough but still strong. You felt his hands shift from your knees and to your face; brushing a stray hair behind your ear. You looked at his lips and in that moment you could’ve sworn that you would’ve leaped into his arms, and taken his lips captive with yours.

But he took his hand down and smiled, continuing the story to your disappointment.

You drew your mind to the present moment and stared down the Caspian boy.

Nikabrik inquired. “What are you doing here?”

There was a moment of silence before the boy replied. “Running away. My uncle has always wanted my throne.”

He moved towards the fire, staring into it almost as if he could see the memory dancing in the flames. “I suppose I have only lived this long because he did not have an heir of his own.”

“Well, this changes things.” Trufflehunter commented.

“Yes. It means we won’t have to kill you ourselves.”

Caspian looked up from the fire suddenly. “You’re right.”

Caspian began to move around, supposedly looking for something and soon enough he starts putting on his armor.

“Where are you going?” Trufflehunter asked.

“My uncle will not stop until I am dead.”

“Wait, you’re meant to save us!”

Caspian paused and turned towards the badger who had something in his hands and said. “Don’t you know what this is?”

The both of you drew your eyes towards the item lying in his hands. A memory immediately clicked and your heart began to thump loudly, almost as if it was trying to escape your chest.

Susan’s horn.

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sensitivefern · 7 years

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The peasant has a great practical cunning, but he is unable to see any further than the next farm. He likes money and knows how to amass property, but his cultural development is but little above that of the domestic animals. He is intensely and cocksurely moral, but his morality and his self-interest are crudely identical. He is emotional and easy to scare, but his imagination cannot grasp an abstraction. He is a violent nationalist and patriot, but he admires rogues in office and always beats the tax-collector if he can. He has immovable opinions about all the great affairs of state, but nine-tenths of them are sheer imbecilities. He is violently jealous of what he conceives to be his rights, but brutally disregardful of the other fellow's. He is religious, but his religion is wholly devoid of beauty and dignity. This man, whether city or country bred, is the normal Americano – the 100 per cent. Methodist, Odd Fellow, Ku Kluxer, and Know Nothing. He exists in all countries, but here alone he rules – here alone his anthropoid fears and rages are accepted gravely as logical ideas, and dissent from them is punished as a sort of public offense. Around every one of his principal delusions – of the sacredness of democracy, of the feasibility of sumptuary law, of the incurable sinfulness of all other peoples, of the menace of ideas, of the corruption lying in all the arts – there is thrown a barrier of taboos, and woe to the anarchist who seeks to break it down!

[H.L. Mencken]

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Nevertheless, as Dostoevsky said, ideas have consequences; the Bauhaus style proceeded from certain firm assumptions. First, the new architecture was being created for the workers. The holiest of all goals: perfect worker housing. Second, the new architecture was to reject all things bourgeois. Since just about everyone involved, the architects as well as the Social Democratic bureaucrats, was himself bourgeois in the literal, social sense of the word, ‘bourgeois’ became an epithet that meant whatever you wanted it to mean. It referred to whatever you didn’t like in the lives of people above the level of hod carrier. The main thing was not to be caught designing something someone could point to and say of, with a devastating sneer: ‘How very bourgeois’.

[From Bauhaus to Our House]

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T’ville, May 12, 1966. This... has been my most depressing visit. The weather has been mostly horrible: overcast, rainy and misty. I have finished my play and the European stuff, and, as always, when I come to the end of anything and have not started anything new, I am in a state of collapse – sit drinking and playing solitaire and listening to the phonograph. [...] I have been partly crippled by something wrong in the calf of my right leg – I suppose that is due to my general gouty condition and that, as usual, the gout has rushed to a part that has in any way been hurt, but I have now had it for weeks, and it doesn’t get any better. I am also depressed by the local delinquents’ having smashed up the stone bowl and one of the stone posts in front of the house. They also broke into the Loomises’ house where the Sharps used to spend the summer, smashed things and stole all the light bulbs...

[Edmund Wilson]

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‘Beset by foes and conditions never encountered in their native habitats, it seems little short of a miracle that the androsaces can not only be maintained in cultivation, but also coaxed into flowering almost as perfectly as they do in the wild’... rock garden enthusiasts consider these plants to be the ‘aristocrats of the cushions’... native to the Alps... the colors of the flowers range from rich rose to white, numerous hues being often displayed on the same inflorescence; ‘This delightful diversity adds to the pleasure of raising plants from seed, which is by far the surest means of acquiring healthy infants; cuttings taken from an adult never seem to have the same vigour of life expectancy’... Androsace alpina ‘craves for light, needing as much sunshine as it is possible to provide’ – even a pane of glass between the plant and ol’ Sol would lead to ‘lax growth, lack of bloom and loss of vigour’... so, ‘put it in a sunny trough, defend it against aphids, accept that it will be short-lived and A. alpina will do its best to please, contributing self-sown seedlings for your added enjoyment’...

[Cushion Plants for the Rock Garden]

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‘People who want everything in nature to be good for something usually find *ailanthus** good for nothing. Many of the tree’s severest current critics are those urban foresters and landscapers who formerly encouraged its use in street and yard plantings. (Certain promoters of the tree in 1962 forecast that, by 1965, it would be “the most popular shade tree in America”.)’... brought to Philadelphia in 17 and 84; a hundred years later it was declared a public nuisance in Washington D.C. ... the tree is allelopathic... meadow voles love the seeds...

[The Book of Field and Roadside]

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May 13 [1854]. Birds generally are now building and sitting. Methinks I heard one snipe night before last? I have not noticed the pine warbler nor the myrtle-bird for a fortnight. The chip-sparrow is lively in the morning... The black and white creeper is musical nowadays... Insects have just begun to be troublesome. [...] *May 14. PM – To Hill by boat. A St. Domingo cuckoo, black-billed with red round eye, a silent, long, slender, graceful bird, dark cinnamon (?) above, pure white beneath. It is in a leisurely manner picking the young caterpillars out of a nest... with its long, curved bill. Not timid.

[Thoreau, Journal]

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All the tender primroses can be grown from seed... do not cover seed, but keep in total darkness anyway; the seeds want moisture and a temperature of between 54 to 58 degrees... when the plants are mature, ‘particular care should be taken never to pour water into the heart of the plant where the new flower spikes are forming. Always use water of room temperature... hold the lve together while carefully pouring the water on the soil. Do not splash it on’...

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❚Stephen King Imagine a hooligan pouring sugar into the gas tank of an expensive and well-maintained car. Trump is that hooligan. America is that car.

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