#Alice fletcher

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“White women gained authority as civilizers by contrast with Native women, who were portrayed as backward creatures trapped in prehistory who dragged their children down with them. Breaking the tie between Native mothers and their youngsters thus seemed imperative to white reformers. Few reformers realized the truth [Alice] Fletcher had discovered: that many Indigenous cultures were free from patriarchy, and women enjoyed considerable agency, responsibility, and freedom in their tribes.”

-Kyla Schuller, The Trouble with White Women

[cloudyfacewithjam]

"You don't know me."

"You're the terrible Roy Goode. You got a letter with the man's name on it. But then again, it hasn't even been opened, so maybe it's not yours. I don't know. I look you in the eye, and you don't seem so stone cold to me. You just seem lost. Maybe a little sad."

[emmynominees]

michelle dockery as alice fletcher in godless

primetime emmy award nominee for outstanding lead actress in a limited series or movie

[heytheredeann]

Alice & Roy in Godless (2017)

[Requested by Anonymous]

[twvstedsouls]

 Declare yourself, or I’ll shoot. Looks like he was already shot.

— GODLESS I 1.01

[aishlingbrown]

Inktober, day 29

Alice Fletcher

[crownspeaksblog]

Godless would've been so much more fun and interesting if the story was actually just about a town mostly ran by women in the 1800s. instead the story we got feels like something we've seen before.. honestly the show is a big wasted opportunity..

[pyxehastoomanyinterests]

PNF/DEITY AU SKETCH DUMP:D!!

pt. 1

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Hungry and exhausted kids

Pairing: Demigods x diner’s staff

Summary: when the “Regulars” come to eat all injured and bruised is time for something special, and a lot of first AID kits

A/N: this is based on a post I reblogged some time ago(I don’t know when I’m going to post this nor if I can actually. If not just tell me to take it down no hate thanks) also you might read something similar written by @/drberfarious but do not worry people of tumblr I am a good writer so they contacted me and we talked about it so is safe for me to post it.

The 3Heads a diner run by the Pecks was one of the very few diners in the city open 24/7 no matter the weather conditions. The diner was open even under the holidays.

Sylvia, the youngest grand daughter of the owner, was happy about all of that, especially since she was allowed to decorate the space however she liked: on Halloween she gave her best if not more, this one being her favourite and the costumers loved the hanging spiders' webs and the skeletons having a bite with them and the owners loved the masked costumers-the second year since they were out for business they decided to inaugurate a contest for best Halloween costume and everyone loved it so much- the staff came to work dressed up as well; on Thanksgiving the atmosphere was more chill, with less decorations that excpected but the one not used for that holiday were soon going to be put out for Christmas.

Zackary, the older grand son of the owner, and Sylvia's brother, he noticed how many people were alone during Christmas, it was sad to witness young people spending such a jolly holiday, he wished for every single one of them to find a new family to spend that time of the year together. Some did, coming the next year with a partner, or their family; others didn't.

Than it was time for San Valentine, the sweetest holiday of them all, well on an equal footing with Halloween, but still. The diner turned from all green and red to pink. Hearts, flowers and ballons filled the diner and every now and then the owners were able to assist, and record, a couple of proposals.

It was before Easter, a couple of weeks prior to the festivity. A Saturday late night, maybe around 1 am or 2 when Sylvia welcomed inside a boy. The girl noticed he was exhausted, she had a thought that the boy had walked for a long time, how much to be exact she didn't know but again, the phylosophy of the diner was to not ask or assume.

She welcomed him in, a big smile on her face despise the late hour, he looked at her, for a second before turning around and scanning the space as in search of somewhere to hide.

"We have a couple of booths away from the entrance" she explained.

"No windows?" he simply asked.

"No windows" she repeated after him. The boy nodded and she asked him to follow her with a simple movement of her arm. When she had left him take a seat, the boys asked if they had something blue. Sylvia had to ask for some explanation here because what did he meant by something blue?

"I am craving blue food" he answered, which didn't help much but the girl knew how to deal with such reqeusts.

"I see what I can do." this was the magic formula to avoid conflict and with that she left the menu on the table and went straigh into the kitchen. "weird question but, do we have blue food coloring?" her older brother looked at her weird, as if she just asked him to take out from his pocket a monkey or something of that sort. "Ehy don't look at me like that. The kid asked for blue food." she defended herself. Her brother rolled his eyes and went to search for it.

"By the way do you know what he wants?" Sylvia was silent, she didn't ask. I mean the poor girl just got asked if they had blue food, the only think on her mind was if they could provide that for him and gain a new costumer or not a loose a potential costumer. "go ask him."

And so she did, and when she was back to the table he left the guy, she noticed he was sleeping, or on the verge of doing so. She pocked him, carefully, sure he was there to eat but if he fell asleep in the worst position ever that meant he was really worn out (?)

She pocked him again, a little harder this time and the poor kid jumped out of his skin taking out of his pocket a stabilo pen, using the object as a weapon as a fit to cause her arm.

"Sorry, I forgot to ask what would you like to eat."

"I don't really know, I just would like if it was blue."

"Okay, I'll tell that to our chef and see if we can meet your request. Anything to drink while you wait?"

Percy Jackson, Sylvia learned his name, became a regular at The 3Heads and after the second month-he passed by at least every single day to grab his usual to go, and once a week he took his sweet time by sitting and enoying his meal- he came in, the Pecks decided to add a special section of their menu and what best way to show it to him?

Percy walked in, followed by his two friends, Grover and Annabeth, with a quick hello went straight to his usual seat and then relaxed resting his head on the table. Annabeth was fast scolding him, it wasn't very polite to sleep in a diner but before Percy could explain, Sylvia was ready to give Percy that good news.

"Hello." she greeted the two new costumers. "Ohy sleepy head I have some news." she looked at the blonde girl and asked if it was okay for her to seat for a moment, when she nodded Sylvia sat down. "Perseus Jackson listen to me" his head was up in a second, the mention of his real name didn't scare him for once but only put him in listening mode. "I have, I mean the entire family has a surprise for you." Percy looked behind the girl and saw her brother, dad and grand father looking at him with anticipation. "read the menu" and so he did.

The first pages weren't any different, just a couple of new dishes nothing major really but then his eyes widened when he read the title of the section thet added 'Blue Food&Drinks'

"We have to find a new title for the section and we wanted..." she got cut off by the boy.

"Who's idea was that?" she smiled.

"Zachary joked about the fact we had to add it since you are basically living off of our food, dad thought it wasn't such a bad idea. Grandpa was the thoughtes to..." and once again Sylvia couldn't end her speech due to Percy hugging her out of nowhere with a soft thank you.

He then went to hug the rest of the Pecks and thanking them, he couldn't believe it. He never thought that complete strangers were going to do something this nice and sweet for him.

"Okay, why is Percy acting like a kid on Christams?"asked the boy. Sylvia just smiled and told him to check the menu. He started reading under his breath not understanding much about what was happening untill... "wow he comes here this often?"

"What? What is it?" said the blonde girl next to Sylvia and the menu was given to her, she smiled. "He comes here that often for sure. Thank you, you gained a loyal costumer and he is never going to stop talking about it. I am pretty sure the other campers will come here too." The Pecks knew about the summer camp not that away from the city, Percy had talked to them about it some weeks after he discovered the diner.

After that, Percy came in with always new people and the first think he showed them was the section about the blue food, picking for them his favorites and sharing new ideas with the cooks of the diner even because the blue food was becoming to be a trend. Kids asked their parents to take pictures of it; teens loved it and also felt the need to have it to fit into a new society that was head over heals for it; elder people just wanted to have some fun and try something out of the ordinary because who could have thought they could have a smoothie with blue cookies? Not them.

Time passed and The 3Heads had campers from "Camp Half-blood" almost on a daily, they became like a very extended family and good friends. They celebrated their birthdays there, went on dates there or just went and between one bite and the other played Mythomagic, similar to a game of Yu-Gi-Oh! but with mythological creatures. Sylvia did played a couple of rounds while on a break.

Time had passed since that first night when Percy Jackson walked into the diner and since then Sylvia and Zachary made good friends with the campers, everyone had their favorite kid but Percy? He was the number one for them. He was funny, sarcastic, intelligent on his own, witty and so much more. He sure was stubborn but one of the nicest kid the older Pecks have ever met in their life.

It was the day of Percy Jackson's birthday, in 2009, that the Percks closed the doors of The 3Heads for the first time in their life because how can you keep a diner open when a bunch of teens come to you bruised and injured, whith a face that read 'we lost someone' all over their faces?

Sylvia, Zackary, Colto and Taddeus Peck didn't asks question because this was their phylosophy of work, and whoever walked into that doors had a chance to choose either tell their story or not, and that night campers that have seen death, fought her and won decided it wasn't the time to tell the story of what did happen.

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Third Time Lucky

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Angst Characters: Alice (OC), Will, Lee, Michael The death of one head counsellor was unlucky. The death of two was a coincidence. A third would be a pattern. TOApril day 17 - The Cyclical Nature of Things. I immediately thought of Cabin Seven's tendency to have their head counsellors die, so that's my twist on this prompt! This fic is set the same summer as TON, although later on, and is during whatever quest Will ends up on (this could easily be seen as a companion fic to Stolen God or Eclipse, if you so desire, or any other story where Will goes on a quest that summer).

Will was on a quest, and Alice hated it.

Okay, so being temporarily in charge of the cabin wasn’t terrible – her younger siblings were reasonably easy to corral, all in all, and Alice had never had a problem with putting her foot down, although the comforting-younger-siblings-when-upset thing wasn’t quite so much her forte.  It was even good practice, for when the role fell onto her shoulders.

What she didn’t like was the fear that kept creeping in to her mind and heart whenever she stopped to think about her brother’s absence.  It wasn’t so much feeling the lack of support of a big brother, the way she knew the others were feeling – how could it be, when Alice had never really seen Will as her big brother.  There was only four months between them, and even though Will had been at camp years longer than her, and was a year-rounder against her summer stays, he’d never felt older.

No, Alice wasn’t suddenly adjusting to the lack of a big brother to tell her what to do (and be the one to comfort her when something got to her, because teenage hormones were stupid and she hated them).

Instead, she was scared, because she had a terrible track record for head counsellors, and Will being off on some quest or other rather than staying in the relative safety of camp was not helping her sleep soundly at night.

He was her third head counsellor, and neither of the other two had lived to leave camp.

She still remembered Lee, taking her by the hand after she’d been claimed and leading her straight into their cabin, showing her a bunk and letting her jump on the bed even when the frame started to creak in protest.  It had been a massive change from her mom threatening that her bed would break and she wouldn’t get another one if she did break the perfectly serviceable one that she had.  So massive, in fact, that when she’d challenged Lee about it, he’d challenged her right back.

“Those beds won’t break,” he’d told her, and that had spurred Alice on to greater and greater bounces, feeling the wood groan and flex beneath the mattress.

He’d been right.  Her bunk had never broken, no matter what she’d done on it.

Lee’s skull had, and that was a thought she was packing straight back into its box again.

When he’d discovered her oboe – not that it had taken him long at all, and Alice hadn’t exactly been hiding it – he’d shown her where she could keep it, and dug out sheet music so she had new things to try.

The oboe and the flute sounded good together, and they’d duetted more than once.  Alberto Ginastera was a staple, but there were other pieces labelled anon that Lee had plucked out of who-knew-where, and she didn’t know if he’d written those himself, or if he’d got them from Apollo, but she’d never come across them outside of camp and that felt like it meant something.

She hadn’t played any of those pieces since his death.  She wasn’t sure if she ever would.  The flute wasn’t exactly a rare instrument, but the sound of one always, always, made her think of her big brother, her first and longest-running head counsellor, and the idea of duetting with one…  Maybe she would one day, but not yet.

Because Lee was dead and that had hurt, but it was war and death was an inevitability (not that that made it any less painful).  Other cabins also lost head counsellors, they weren’t special for that.

But then there was Michael, and he couldn’t have been more different from Lee, but he’d been her big brother, too (in age if not stature).  Running to him after a bad dream wasn’t the same as running to Lee, because Lee was good with words while Michael spoke louder with actions, but the comfort had been there all the same.

Michael had a temper and a reputation, but even when Alice had pushed and pushed and pushed, he’d never snapped at her or her bullshit.  She still remembered the day he let her braid his hair, the way that he called out her brazen lie about how his hair was the longest in the cabin with a deadpan look and nothing more.

She still had the photos that Lee had taken, but they were only plastered over her wall at her mom’s house, along with so many others from her summers at camp.  There weren’t any photos of their dead siblings in the cabin, because that hurt too much.

Not her – she liked the reminder, the memories of the good times where they were just siblings messing around and not child soldiers fighting and dying in war – but others.  Will, mostly, if she cared enough to point fingers, and on some days she did but most of the time she didn’t.

Because if Will was the reason, then it meant that Will was still alive, and Alice had lost two head counsellors (and many more siblings) already.  It almost seemed like a thing, that cabin seven had done something to upset the Fates enough that things kept going wrong for them.

First Lee, then Michael.  Then there’d been her dad turned mortal, although Alice had managed to miss the entire thing and only found out about it when she got to camp and discovered she’d missed him by mere days (she’d also missed another battle, and she couldn’t be sad about that.  Mad, because she had three more little siblings now, and sending them off to fight without older siblings to protect them felt wrong).

Now Will was off on a quest, and it had been bad enough last summer, when he’d left her in charge on the backline of the battlefield while he slunk around the front lines.  She’d been certain he was going to die, then, and might have spent several nights in his bed once they were finally all free from night-and-day infirmary duties, clinging to her almost-twin and reassuring herself that she hadn’t lost him, too.

Him throwing himself into a dangerous situation again was not helping her nerves at all.  It felt like he’d already taken all of his allocated luck in surviving last summer’s war, and that this quest was just tempting fate.

Alice didn’t know if she trusted fate enough to bring her brother back again.  Given their track record of dying head counsellors, she leaned towards not a chance in Hades and prayed, instead.  Prayed to the Fates, to Apollo, to Hades and Thanatos and any other god that cared to listen and maybe, maybe do something about it.

Maybe, they’d break the pattern.

[melien]

Feels like we've lived a hundred lives before Together and then decided on one more Here on earth where everything is cruel 'Cause no one knows that this is just a school For what it's worth, I'd die with you again A hundred more times multiplied by ten I hope I'll always have you in my mind So that I know to find you every time

[idtiky]

Episode 10 Season 3, aka last episode of the season, i loved this episode. So much stuff could happen in season 4, im hoping it will be renewed!

If Sophie and Pippa connect, idk how i will organize this without crossing lines over other names. You guys can give me ideas while we wait!

[uwmspeccoll]

Marbled Monday

This Marbled Monday our marbling has an unsettling vibe. This green, yellow, black, and red marbling with little gold flecks adorns the cover of The Maides Tragedy by English dramatist Francis Beaumont (1584-1616) and John Fletcher (1579-1625) with wood engravings by Scottish artist Freda Bone (1905-1991) which we shared in a previous post. The book was printed in 1932 for Cheshire House in an edition of 1200 copies, but the play was originally published in 1619.

Frankly, I find this marbling somewhat unpleasant and it gives me a swampy feeling—I’m thinking the boiling lake that Grendel lives in/under from Beowulf. It is closest to either a Schrottel or Shell pattern, but appears to have been swirled a bit at the end of the process creating this uniquely stylized pattern. 

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-- Alice, Special Collections Department Manager

[cantdanceflynn]

OK BREAKING THE WHOLE COOL QUOTE OR LYRIC THING BC I NEED TO ADD A RB BC ITS MORE THAN 30 IMAGES. BUT ITS A WHILE SKETCH OUT FOR AN ANIMATIC FOR ANIMAL CANNIBAL(YOU CAN TELL I WAS GETTING INTERRUPTED A BUNCH FOR THE LAST FEW SRY) SO THATS COOL!

[hellohuney]

Just put out my first (technical) official article of the year!!! A list of my current musical faves in rotation from your fave music junkie😌 I hope you guys enjoy it a lot because this is definitely just the first of many to come VERY very soon!!!

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