#ditto for eliza

[sbnkalny]

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[pwnyta]

Some old messy Poke doodles. Red, Marcellas princesses, and Sickles boys. (and some other asshole)

This was from when I was struggling to find Kanto Ratatta in USUM... I had the rest of the gang... it took forever for one Kanto Ratatta....

More under the cut-

Dittos struggle with Red....

Havent drawn Missingno in 3000 years.

LEE WINS

Team Red in suits!

Marcellas babygirl. (a Wigglytuff man thats bigger than her)

Marcella has absconded with this couple!

Salazzle aggression against men could be worse....

The gang as a whole (with maybe Doc as an exception) are dangerous to deal with... but I think Father, Parallax, Permafrost, Rivers, Crow, Tsaritsa, and Glace are the true menaces.

Parallax has a weakness tho. How embarrassing for him.

Parallax and Decibel were friends when they were kids. Parallax having been an outcast for his dark typing and pissy attitude and Decibel due to being overly sensitive cuz thats just how Whismur be (and how loud they can get). So Parallax took it upon himself to have ONE WHOLE FRIEND and defended him.

After an accident that killed his family Decibel got shuffled into various foster homes where he had similar problems fitting in. Nothing worst to deal with than a traumatized Whismur/Loured and he eventually ended up on the streets.

After Decibel disappeared Parallax got worse. No one told him what happened and eventually he just figured Decibel was gone forever and made this everyone elses problem. He left home at an early age to due to his parents not wanting to have to deal with him and him not wanting to deal with anyone.

I chose for Decibels dad and brother to be the Meowtic line because Whismur and Espurr have the same ears and matching eeerrr names...

Catching strays with the Meow twins. Theyve done nothing wrong in their lives.

But eventually they found each other.

Wool found out the hard way not to kind of imply he knows too much about Parallax and make something that might sound like a threat to someone precious.

Everything is fine now... except Parallax is still a menace to everyone with few exception... (Besides Decibel hes also kind of fond of Velveteen and Jitter. They all like very pretty things together.)

I was working on (completely fucking needless) backstories for the Phi squad... I didnt get far. Velveteens father was a hardass who wanted to to be a fighter but shes more of a typical girly-girl (shes like the opposite of Marshall)

Astrolabes mother never wanted to evolve because she was scared of the amount of knowledge she'd get... but once she had Eliza she was too curious to see what would be in her daughters future and chose to evolve, but the amount of knowledge did in fact fuck her up and now shes completely catatonic and her husband takes care of her. And while Elizas father wasnt ever cruel to her he just wasnt father material. Eliza has developed a huge fear of her final evolution and has embedded an everstone under her skin to keep it from ever happening.

...I'll hammer out the details of others later...

Every one in the Kappa Division has a chaotic relationship.

Rivers has a chaotic relationship with basically everyone tho so... Spinner never had a chance. Wool gets into a lot of trouble because he kinda has a thing about being bullied...

Usually its by strong women but Rivers has a way about him... Perma is the ideal tho.

Anisos is the only person who can defeat Rivers because he just doesnt understand when hes being hit on.

Mittens and Doc are good friends. Baby versions of each other would stress the other out.

[veryimportantsparkles]

Hey so I’m making a bad decision.  Meet Grenadine.  Now, part of me doing this third Leaf Green run is to get Bulbasaur, Ivysaur, and Venusaur for my living dex over in Fire Red.  Right.  Last time I resetted for a female Charmander, so I was able to breed Eliza and Konstantin with minimal issue.  I didn’t push for a female Bulbasaur.  Caesar is male.  So if I’m getting two more dex spaces out of him I’m going to have to Ditto-breed him.

So in my fun little gijinka project, it’s already awkward enough to take two freshly created humanoids and tell them they’re required to make babies for my otherworldly purposes.  It’s even weirder with Dittos.  I haven’t even been keeping track of which starter eggs came from which Dittos.  There’s a whole bunch of Mudkips and Turtwigs on my files that are effectively orphans because their mothers don’t exist and their fathers never noticed there was an egg.  (And then there’s Tortue, who has a Ditto parent and an adoptive mom.)  I feel like I want to do it different this time and see if I can make things better.

So, meet Grenadine.  They’re a Ditto caught specifically in the Leaf Green file that Caesar is native to.  Like Eliza and Konstantin, I have inducted Grenadine into the team, with the intention of taking them up to the championship, with the hopes that it sparks a natural relationship between them and Caesar.  I’ve cleared Victory Road and I’m currently trying to level grind them up to about level 60 before I try the Elite Four.

Dittos are not meant for fighting.  This was a bad idea.  I’m effectively going in with a team of 5, with one dead weight who can maybe stall for a few turns while I throw revives and full restores at everyone else.  The best I can hope for, maybe, is a little bit of chaos in the Lance fight since Dragon-types are weak to Dragon-types.  I don’t actually think that’s happening though.  Grenadine will not be helpful.  I’m still doing it.

So, I made them a gijinka design.  I’m trying to have fun with it.  My favorite anime character has always been Duplica, so I’m using her episode as inspiration for a cosplaying Ditto gijinka.  Grenadine walks around wearing a copy of Caesar’s jacket, and when they transform they keep a little Ditto-colored flup of hair as a tell.

So the team, unless I give up on this Ditto thing, is as follows:

Caesar the Venusaur

Rex the Charmander (everstoned)

Tortue the Squirtle (everstoned)

Fujiko the Hypno

Snow Pea the Butterfree

Grenadine the Ditto

The pre-E4 grinding is going to act as a timeskip, and next time we see them all they’ll have older-looking designs.  So it will not be weird and cursed for me to try and make Caesar and Grenadine go on dates.  It will be normal an wholesome.

[tillthelandslide]

Pressure: Part 3: The Grim Reaper- Ross Macdonald Series

Series Warnings: mentions of death from the start, angst from the start, romance throughout, love, eventual smut, heart break, secret romance.

Taglist: @thefrontofmymind @throughthepostmodernlens @scooby-doodoo @confusedcrayon @fallingforel @xthe1975 @alien-girl-violet

Previous part

Series Masterlist

1 message from Adam

3 messages from Ross

2 messages from George

14 years before Alex

She was clad in a leather skirt and a black backless bodysuit, black wings hooked around her arms, resting against her bare back, the feathers were a little itchy but it was worth it. Her brother was getting ready in the next room, she begged him to tell her what he was dressing up as, but to no avail.

Her phone on her bedside table buzzes as she applies the last bit of make up: her red lipstick.

Alex got the goods right? Xoxo - G

He did indeed , tonight's going to be one hell of a night Xx - Liza

Better not be wearing something that will make all my mates bust in their pants Xoxo- G

No promises... p.s OUR mates Xx - Liza

Fuck sake... You can have one, just for tonight and then we never mention it again Xoxo - G

Deal! Hmm think I know who I'll pick. Ditto to you... Think Emma fancies you btw Xx - Eliza

She laughs at that, she was sure George would eat his own words tomorrow, hating himself for saying it. But she already had a plan in her head, Ross and her had already been getting together privately, and George had basically given her the okay to get with one of his mates so why not let it be Ross?

The fit red head? Xoxo - G

That's the one... She's a year old than us - Liza

Milf Xoxo - G

Not that old G XD - Liza

Her phone buzzes notifying her of another message, she rolls her eyes expecting a dirty reply from George but sees Ross' name pop up instead.

Can't wait to see you <3 - Ross

Just you wait Macdonald ;P <3 - Liza

They were only teenagers, neither of them knew what they were, or what they wanted to be, they were just having fun.

Your brother got the goods right? x - Ratty

She rolls her eyes again, chuckling to herself.

Yes ratty! I already told G. You got the beer? X - Liza

Just checking and yes mam x - Ratty

She hears a knock on her door and the call of her name.

"Come in" the door opens after that, revealing what must be her brother, dressed as the grim reaper, scythe an all, his face covered in make up.

"Damn Alex... Bit depressing" she chuckles, he takes in what she's wearing and laughs to himself.

"Great... Now all my mates are going to want to fuck my little sister" he says and she laughs, smoothing down her skirt.

"Most of your friends are gay Alex" she says and he shrugs.

"Speaking of, where's the gay that did your make up?" She says making him laugh.

"Right here" he points to himself and she raises her eyebrows impressively.

"Consider me impressed, ready to go?" She asks and he nods. She quickly texts Ross and George letting them know they'd be coming over shortly, George only lived next door but they knew he'd be anticipating their arrival.

"So... Planning on fucking a certain bassist tonight?" He asks and Eliza laughs, the kind of laugh that has her throwing her head back.

"Yeah if you don't try" they both laugh at that, he had always found Ross attractive.

They take the short walk next door, entering through the side gate that took them to the garden, everyone's eyes snapped their way and most of them cheered making everyone laugh. She spotted Ross immediately, his mouth agape, swallowing nothing as he looked at her.

"The man of the hour" George said as he found them. Alex's hand disappeared into his pocket, pulling out something from it.

"You're only saying that because you want my drugs" Matty cheers at that, one bag finding it's way into his hand then George's. George rewards Alex with a smooch onto his mouth making everyone laugh.

"If I knew that's what it took for you to kiss me I would've done it a long time ago" Alex says, everyone laughing again.

"Bit old for me mate" George jokes, patting his back.

"You wound me" Alex says, holding a hand over his heart before he then disappears, moving to his friends who he had invited. George hooks his arm over Eliza, hugging her tightly.

"Looking good" George says and she rolls her eyes.

"ew" she says, hearing it come from him. He raises his hands at that, pulling her over to Ross and Hann and pouring her a drink.

"Like the outfit Eliza" Hann says, the alcohol already making him more confident. Both George and Ross look at the man, shocked at his forwardness.

"Thanks Hann" they hug, Ross and Adam watching with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, you look good Liza" Ross says, there's a casual manner to his words but the way his eyes bore into hers, darker than usual, has her core clenching around nothing. George doesn't batter an eyelid at that, knowing Ross was flirty most of the time, especially when drunk.

"Yeah? You don't look too bad yourself Macdonald" he smirks at that, pulling her into his embrace.

"Look like you've found your victim" George says and Ross' eyebrows furrow at that. She pulls away from his embrace but notes how he doesn't remove his hand from her waist, keeping her close. He was being brave tonight. George, already drunk, didn't seem to notice or didn't care (maybe it had something to do with the bet, she didn't know)

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ross asks eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at her. He had a teasing smile on his face, the tension between them already palpable.

"Said she can fuck one of our friends. Just one" George says "come on looking like that everyone will want to" Ross' eyes find hers then.

"is that so?" He whispers to her making her giggle.

"I volunteer!" They hear someone shout, Matty coming to join them, a pack of cigs in his hand, Eliza leaps forward, stealing two from him before coming back to Ross, who holds her by the waist again. She offers one to Ross, who lights them both using his lighter.

"Dream on Ratty... Besides I have a victim in mind" she says making everyone laugh.

At some point during the night, Eliza is left with two girls, the previously mentioned Emma who was 100% crushing on George and a girl called Chloe. The wings she was wearing have since been stolen by George, who keeps running about the garden pretending to fly.

"So you're seriously telling me you've known George since you were kids and you've never gotten together?" Emma asks and she simply shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.

"We kissed once when we were younger, just to see what it was like... It was gross, like kissing your brother" Eliza explains and both girls nod.

"You don't even think he's attractive?" Eliza laughs at that, a question she always got asked by girls who wanted to get with him.

"I mean he's a good looking guy yes.... I just don't see him that way" both girls nod at that. Their eyes flick in-between each other and Eliza and Chloe smirks.

"Have you ever gotten with any of the others?" This question makes Eliza smirk.

"Yeah..." Is all she says and the girls stare her down until she elaborates "I've kissed Hann a few times, just dares though, it was kinda weird. Made out with Matty twice, maybe three times, again on a dare, that wasn't as weird" she stops there.

"And Ross?" The girls laugh when Eliza shrugs her shoulders.

"Damn.... He's a lucky man. You're fit" Emma says.

"Don't let G hear you say that, you'll break his heart" she says and Emma lifts her eyebrows at that before deciding to go over to George.

Chloe turns to look at her and she can't tell she has another question she wants to ask.

"Is Matty a good kisser?" She asks and Eliza finds herself smiling again. He wasn't as good as Ross but he was a good kisser. She just nods.

They continue to drink and smoke, people do drugs but Eliza doesn't meddle in it. She's back at Ross' side, practically clung to him but no one seems to notice, they still choose to hide in dark corners, lips easily finding each other, making out like the teenagers they were.

"Oi Eliza!! Where are you! We're playing spin the bottle" She hears her brother shout. She reluctantly pulls away from Ross who groans, chasing her mouth.

"Fuck" she laughs when she sees her red lipstick coating his mouth.

"I'll go first, you might need to sort that out" she says and he quickly wipes it away to the best of his ability. She joins the group in the back corner of the garden, people are still dancing elsewhere, others still drinking and doing drugs.

She places herself in-between George and Matty. Hann, Alex, a guy called Charli (who's hand is on Alex's thigh), the red head named Emma and a Chloe (who Matty had been eyeing up) sit in a circle.

"Where's Ross?" Hann asks and everyone shrugs.

"Probably getting off with some girl" George says making everyone laugh. If only they knew.

"Ross!!!!" Matty shouts and some people look over at them, deciding to join the group.

"Coming... Fucking hell give a guy a chance to get a drink" he says from somewhere and they see him coming over in the next instance. He finds a gap in-between Hann and some random girl who's decided to join them.

Eliza feels jealous when the girl leans into him slightly, but she has to stop herself laughing when he leans away from her, a somewhat disgusted but mainly uninterested look resting on his face.

Eliza notes how he has two drinks in his hand, she knows it's for her when he looks over at her, frowning and saying sorry as he can't just reach over and give it to her, it would've been too obvious.

"Okay! Let's fucking do this" Alex shouts, an empty beer bottle rests in the centre. The childish game starts when Alex spins the bottle, it lands on the red head.

"Emma" Eliza says, no one save from George knowing her name.

"Kiss..." Alex spins the bottle again until it stops on Matty. George silently swears to himself, wanting to be the one it landed on.

"Sorry mate" Matty mumbles before he leans forward, lips pressing to hers, its a brief kiss, Matty not doing much as he knew his best friend wanted her.

They spin again and the bottle lands on Hann, they spin it again and it lands on Matty again, making everyone laugh.

"oh for fuck sake" Adam says, and Matty lunges towards him, sending everyone into fits of laughter as his mouth messily presses against Adams.

"You're gross" Adam says as Matty pulls back, Adam wipes his mouth making everyone laugh again. They spin it a few times, George kisses Matty, Matty kisses Eliza (which makes Ross quite jealous), Ross kisses Emma (which makes Eliza jealous), George finally kisses Emma and Chloe finally kisses Matty, until they finally get what they want.

"Okay next up is.... Ross" his eyes find Eliza's and he hopes against all odds that it lands on her. Alex does a calculated spin, until it halts, pointing at his sister. All three of them find themselves smirking.

"Liza" Alex says. She crawls across the group, stopping in front of Ross, the two look at each other, still smirking.

His hand finds her jaw 'come here" he says, her core fluttering at his words, before tugging her forward, their lips collide, smearing against each other passionately.

She instinctively opens her mouth, his tongue swiping across her bottom lip, finding hers easily. He tugs her forward more until she inevitably falls into his lap.

Everyone cheers around them, no one had kissed like this yet, but nothing was going to stop them.

"Alright fucking hell" they hear someone shout after a minute or so, making them pull away from each other. Eliza goes to return to her spot but Ross pulls her back to his lap, keeping her there.

"Are you guys still going to play?" Alex asks and the two look at each other, standing the next minute, leaving the group.

"That's nothing right?" George asks, it would've been complicated if they got together but he knew ultimately he'd be happy for the both of them. (Upon reflection, this piece of information would've solved a lot of problems had he had told them).

"Sure, probably just having fun" Matty says, if only he knew.

Ross and Eliza find themselves behind a shed in George's garden. He has her pressed against the wood, hands grasping her waist tightly, lips moving harshly against one another.

"Fuck..." Ross mumbles into her mouth. "Fucking hated seeing you kiss Matty" she pulls away from him, eyebrows raising, she didn't admit that she hated seeing him kiss Emma either.

"It was a game Ross" she says, hands drifting along his chest.

"I know....." His hands leave her waist, taking her hips into his hands, gripping them tightly, pushing himself into her more, tearing a moan from her throat "still hated it"

She leans forward, lips pressing against his neck, slowly drifting up to his ear.

"Show me how much you hated it" his lips are back on hers in the next second, tongue eagerly finding hers. His hips press against hers and she moans as he aggressively tugs at her thigh, hooking her leg up and around his hip. He holds it in place as he begins a slow and torturous grind of his hips, making Eliza gasp into his mouth.

"Eliza" he moans, head snapping backwards, forcing their lips apart. Her mouth closes around the exposed next of his chin, his Adams apple bobbing as she does.

"Fuck... We shouldn't do this... Not with your brother and George here" despite Ross' words he places another kiss to her mouth. His mouth was possessive against hers, taking everything he could from her, tongues and teeth clashing, tugging at each other's lips, moans and grunts and sighs being drawn out by the other.

"Stop then" she murmurs, her hands finding the buckle of his belt and successfully undoing it.

"You know I can't... Fuck" he swears as she slips her hand into his trousers, finding him hard and aching in his boxers.

"oh fuck you're perfect... So fucking perfect"

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Saturday 20 October 1832

7

12

fine morning and F57° at 7 ½ - breakfast with my father a little before 8 – out at 8 10 and went with Dodgson (whom I met at our gate) to look over Lower Place farm and see about draining to be done, and new mystal door to be thrown out – an hour with him – then with Pickles at the wearing – thinks there will be 100 roods of the draining he will do it at 1/3 a rood – and 1/6 per ditto where the stones will be so bad to get down (in the field in the clough under George Naylors’ brow), and that I should offer Dodgson 1/. a rood for leading and finding stones – then in my walk and with and James Howarth putting up guards to one gigantic and one weeping elm just on the other side the new drybridge at the bottom of the little field - had Charles and John Booth  with 2 poles tied to an arm chair and at 12 ½ in an hour they carried my aunt to the bottom of my walk and to the footpath across sown holm to see the new line of cut for the brook - nothing could answer better - my aunt much pleased and not at all tired - Marian astonished at her bearing it so well -  told Marian of going to York on Monday - sometime with my aunt - changed my pelisse etc and off to Lidgate at 2 ½ and there in about ½ hour - Miss W- had given me up - I was to have been there at 2 - I felt out of sorts with her but did not shew it    we fondled as usual and I was handling her and feeling her queer as she had not much cousin at least all was dry explained why I thought her mistaken in thinking she would bear a man easier than me  explained the sizes of men    how Caesar was bi liber   as big as two books   mentioned some women taking even an ass and the woman in Paris with a dog to be seen for ten francs etc all which she listened to with interest and composure   told of my attachment to Eliza Raine that began at thirteen or fourteen   each unknowing at first    that there was a break between us  my fault I too giddy tho’ not caring in reality for anyone else  and the poor girl from that time began to be not quite herself    I joked and said I knew she Miss W- meant to say no that she would break my heart at last but she would never hear of it  would hear neither of nor from me  then said she I must say yes or give you up entirely   said what else could she expect people who felt moderately might act so    how could I do so     I had nothing for it but one extreme or other   thus such in preparation of being off I know she would like to keep me on so as to have the benefit of my intimacy without any real joint concern  home in less than ½ hour at 6 50 - dinner at 7 - wrote the journal of yesterday and so far of today - sent off by John my letter (written on Thursday night) to M- (Lawton hall Lawton, Cheshire) nothing  particular - mentioned my being in York for a few hours on Tuesday with my neighbour Miss Walker whom I persuaded to go over to consult Stephens - begged M- not to name it as my taking Steph such a patient would not be taken very well hereabouts if known did not mention her in any way so that π- could surmise anything particular on the contrary afterwards spoke of having no tie here and should be glad to be off as soon as I could said my aunt was much better - my father and Marian just gone to bed as I went into the little room sat up talking to my aunt till 11 20 - about Miss Walker  my aunt’s joking me yesterday about my changing my mind had struck me  perhaps I might do so   the nearer I seemed to her Miss W-‘s consenting and by a strange perversity the more I doubted my own mind   she had chosen lemons too well and knowingly and like a housekeeper at Gregory’s on Monday in fact talked as if I was very wavering as in fact I begin to feel – fine day – F57° at 11 ¾

[revolutionary-demosthenes]

Essay #2

Why Laurens could’ve gone to Hamilton’s wedding… and why he didn’t.

John Laurens was on parole in Philadelphia when he received a letter from his best friend and lover, Alexander Hamilton. It contained, among other things, this excerpt: “Have you not heard that I am on the point of becoming a benedict? I confess my sins. I am guilty. Next fall completes my doom. I give up my liberty to Miss Schuyler.” 

As Hamilton’s closest friend, it would make sense for Laurens to attend the wedding, and even possibly be in the wedding. It also makes sense to assume that Laurens couldn’t have come because he had been captured during the siege of Charleston that May 1779, and been on parole in Pennsylvania since. I assumed that. But if you do the math, it turns out Laurens definitely could have attended the wedding of Alexander Hamilton and Eliza Schuyler. 

John Laurens was released in “early November” according to John Laurens and The American Revolution, by Gregory Massey. So let’s say “early November” means Nov. 1-15, 1780. Hamilton and Eliza were wed on December 14th, 1780, according to Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow. Laurens was in Philadelphia (I think), and Hamilton was in Albany. 

Albany and Philadelphia are approximately 233 miles apart. Now, supposing Laurens would’ve taken a horse, we consider that a horse’s average walking speed is four mph. So if Laurens traveled 10 hours a day, (breaks to sleep and eat and things like that, but this is still a low estimate of how long he would’ve traveled a day.) and only walked his horse, he would travel about forty miles a day. Divide 233 (the distance he had to travel) by 40 (the distance he goes every day), and you get 5.825. So this means that in almost 6 days, John Laurens could have reached Albany.

Enough math! The point is, even using very low assumptions John could have easily come to Alexander’s wedding. So why didn’t he? 

This one would really stump Gregory Massey, because I cannot think of a platonic reason that Laurens would choose to miss Hamilton’s wedding. But if we go by the vast wealth of knowledge that suggests romance, we can come to several conclusions very easily...

The first being that Laurens most likely would just not want to see his boyfriend getting married to someone else. He had been Hamilton’s one and only for a long time, and to see him celebrating his love for someone else would have been very painful for him. Having to pretend that he was supportive friend, when really Laurens knew that Hamilton loved him like he loved Eliza would likely have also been hard for him.

Which leads into my second point. We already know that Laurens was a jealous person (read: John André…) so I wonder if Laurens was worried about keeping it together during the wedding… especially the kissing part. He was also hot-headed (read: King of France.) He may have had very mixed feelings about Hamilton’s marriage, but I don’t think he would’ve wanted to ruin it by saying something to anyone. 

He also may have been worried about unconsciously acting oddly, and possibly even revealing his true feelings for Hamilton. If Laurens had had a few drinks and was acting overtly jealous towards Hamilton and Eliza, I feel like that would’ve gotten a few raised eyebrows.

I’ve talked about one type of jealousy, but what about another? Based on this passage from a letter from Hamilton to Laurens, “so your impatience to have me married is misplaced; a strange cure by the way, as if after matrimony I was to be less devoted than I am now.” We can determine that Laurens may have been partly supportive of the wedding at first, because he felt that Hamilton’s getting married to a woman might ‘cure’ him of loving Laurens. This is what Laurens was likely trying to do with Martha Manning. These feelings, developed by the staggering amount of homophobia in the 18th century, are some of the most tragic parts of John’s life. I think it is possible that that Laurens felt jealous that Hamilton could love women so easily, when he himself had tried for a long time to feel attracted to them, and was concerned about the difficulty of seeing that up close. 

I also wonder if Laurens wanted to prove that Hamilton didn’t have to ‘break-up’ with him because he had a wife. I’d imagine that Laurens would’ve done anything he could to avoid another Francis Kinloch situation. Perhaps Laurens not attending the wedding was Laurens’s way of saying that his and Eliza’s world’s could simply be kept separate and then it would work.

Which also leads me to wonder whether Laurens felt that he was morally obligated to not come, because of his relationship with Hamilton. Is it possible he worried that he would encourage Hamilton to pursue their romance, even though he should be spending romantic time with his wife? If Laurens did feel that way, it probably partly stemmed from the letter in which Hamilton invites him to ‘the final consummation.’ 

Overall, we see Hamilton trying to integrate his two loves, and Laurens trying to keep them separate. 

And in conclusion, Laurens could have gone to Hamilton’s wedding but he loved him too much to.

[iscariotsdeputy]

"staci - staci, please. please, jus' ... jus' do what he says, an' i will do everythin' in my power t'keep you safe. i don't wanna see you hurtin' anymore." the look in eliza's eyes as she implores staci is absolutely sincere; she's exhausted. tired of all the war. just give into jacob. it's easier that way. she reaches through the bars of the cell that he's in, offering the balm of human touch, of affection. (because she really does care about him.) "i can't lose you." (4 eliza's chosen verse ofc 👼)

You have been beaten. And drowned. And killed a thousand times over. Every time you die, you get brought back, more and more unrecognizable with each trip up from hell. Like Persephone, but less powerful and infinitely more fucked in the grand scheme of things, you're left with only silence in that cage. Silence. Fear. Anger. Rage. Bloodlust. You want out. You want to be freed. These bonds can only hold you for so long until you have to snap.

But...Eliza is...She's gentle. She's so gentle it's strange. Why would she be gentle and kind? Staci was the runt of the litter, a pet project, existing only through Jacob's "mercy". The concept made Staci want to hurl. The way he hungered for freedom, for food, for someone's trust that happened to be real. And here he had it. He had Eliza's trust. She trusted him to do the...the wrong thing. Staci couldn't just give in. He couldn't. Never. Joey wouldn't, Danny wouldn't, Rook wouldn't. So he wouldn't either.

"Ditto. I don't wanna lose you either. Can't stand the thought of losing you." Staci took her hand and smiled weakly, but ultimately, he shook his head. "But I'm not givin' in. I'm not weak. I-I can make it. I can survive. I'm never givin' in and you know me all too well, so you know I'm not a fuckin' liar. Don't doubt me, alright? I got a lotta fight left in me, you know it."

[awhilesince]

Tuesday, 11 December 1838

8 10/..

12 1/4

fine white frosty morning – and seen out at 9 1/4 at which hour Fahrenheit 40 1/2° and breakfast in 3/4 hour –

then had Mark Hepworth who had waited ten minutes – paid me for the 3 horses sold yesterday at Bradford fair – (no! Mangnal sold at home before he (Mark) went to Bradford) – the gray (bought in 1835? of Cooper, York) £12.18.0 Blind gin (had put out a jack spavin £6.3.0 and Mangnal £9.10.0 and the 2 pigs £5 with a turn again of 1/. which I of course gave Mark and gave him a sovereign for his Trouble of selling the horses – will lend me one of his till he gets me one – thinks of going to York fair next week –

then had Holt for a moment – thought he had best see what Harper at the Stump X Cross would board and lodge Mr Hird’s Engine-men for – Had Throp – stood talking outside the door – and then left A– [Ann] to see his bill settled while I had Joseph Mann about his account during the time he was waiting of Robert Norton’s making him a straight edge for the Engine men who begin today to put up the Engine – Holt called for a minute on returning – Harper will board and lodge the men at 12/. a week each man – reasonable enough for he says they will want five pints of beer a day –

A– [Ann] rode off to Cliff hill at 11 1/2 – I wrote the above of today – and at accounts till 1 when went down to Mr Parker for about 40 minutes – came to know whether I would put off navigation stock selling to 1 February at 431 per share upon which I should have no Expense it being for a Mrs Wells who lived away years as housekeeper with the late Mr Wiliam Mitchell of Booth Town – selling at present 3 1/12 shares at 440 = 1356 – Expense 7 = £1349 + the interest to 1 February = at 4 per cent say one month £4.10.0 Ditto ditto at 431 = 1329 + 9 per cent dividend 28 = £1357 no Expense but loss of interest – to let Mr Parker know Tomorrow night whether to sell immediately or not

Told P– [Parker] the story of Greenwood’s stopping his midsummer’s rent towards his bill for papering etc at Northgate – and desired him to see him G– [Greenwood] about the Northgate land rent which is to be placed to his account – said the H–x [Halifax] fields ought to be £16 per annum – hoped to be able to pay Mr Wainhouse £500 this Xmas or beginning of next year –

Messieurs Busfield incumbent of Coley and Mr Wilson church warden waited almost from the 1st of Mr Parker’s coming – came to ask A– [Ann] and myself to subscribe towards warming Coley church – I declined for myself said I would Tell Miss W– [Walker] but that if she chose to give anything she would send it – and if not, they would suppose she intended to decline like myself giving anything – 3 or 4 minutes with the gentlemens –

then out with Robert Mann – 1000 bricks wanted for the Engine house at Listerwick – to be taken from the pile left in the garden – out with Robert – with him in the ground above the low fish pond (with Robert from 12 50/.. to about 1 1/2 when came back expecting Holt) – and at the Conery – walling 5 feet high against the Allen Car and against the upper Conery would be 5/. a rood – 10 loads (2 horse) per rood of stone – would be 9d [pence] a yard getting at Hipperholme quarry – would go 7 times a day to bottom of Allen Car – and 6 I should think to the Conery –

had just written the last 20 lines at 2 p.m. – then at accounts and memoranda till 2 40/.. having had small parcel from Mr Harper York continuing working drawing for Tower study Chimney piece and 2 pages civil letter – enclosing the account of Messieurs Sturgess that I had the other day – Booth had best send his accounts before Mr H– [Harper] comes – will be here on Wednesday the 18th instant –

‘Have you seen the inscriptive embellishment Mr Crossland has affixed to the external frieze of the large room at Northgate? I wrote to him about it, but instead of removing it he only changed the letters from black to gold – I told him if he had not had your sanction, I thought you would not approve of it and I suppose he thought golding the letters would make them more palatable’ –

As C– [Crossland] chooses to embellish his own way, I will let alone mine – I will do no more – neither paint nor anything – I conclude he suits the taste of his customers – I have not seen the place since my return – Had just so far at 2 50/.. – It seems to me that

3 1/12 shares at £440 = 1356.0.0

1 months interest at 4 per cent 4.10.0

1360.10.0

Expense 10/. per cent on purchase) monthly to be paid to Mr Ridsdale) common on selling suppose) 7.0.0

1353.10.0

3 1/12 shares at £431 = 1329.0.0

9 per cent x months Dividend 27.15.0

1356.5.0

no Expense save loss of) 1 months interest) 4.10.0

1352.5.0

wrote to Messieurs P– [Parker] and A– [Adam] tonight to say Sell immediately – had just written and determined thus at 3 5/.. –

from 3 1/4 to 4 10/.. wrote 3 pages to Mrs Duffin –

‘Shibden hall – Tuesday 11 December 1838. my dear Mrs Duffin – It was very good of you to write to me so soon – I am sorry to say, you may be sure I want you to do me some favour, or my own idle pen would not greet you again thus early – But I give you trouble, I must set down a word or two that concern me more at heart than all I have to ask for – I had no idea that yourself and Mr Duffin had suffered so much, – the one from idleness, the other from musing and anxiety – I do hope with all my spirit that we may recover our strength entirely, the utmost strength one can expect, at 68, and that even at a perceived twenty years later, a life so valued as that of our excellent friend, may still eke out for some while longer – I owe much to Mr Duffin – I know, and think of, am grateful for it – and, come when it may, the hour that must deprive us all of him who has done so much for us and many, you will not perhaps have truer sympathy from others than from me – But give my love, and kind regards, and say for me all you think will be most agreeable – I am glad Isabella received my letter – tell her with my love, it would give me great pleasure to hear from her; but I neither think of nor expect it – I should be glad to see her here – but ….. now for domestic wants and troubles – may I ask you to send Thomas to the Register offices (unless he knows somebody likely to suit us) to inquire for a footman – and may I ask you still more? to see the man, and do for us as you would do for yourself (if you dare dare so much) assured of thus thus doing us the greatest service – the wages and clothes you would give – the requisites you would require – honest, sober, willing to stay at home, good temporaril ‘if such good luck may be within reach – the house is still so unfinished, that a stranger would suppose all yet to do – It is my miserable task for oak-wainscot that is in fault – but in an eight-centenary house like this, I like not plaster and paper – we have hardly them to stir in – Think of us without maid, (left our Frenchwoman in Paris) footman, good cook or good kitchen maid – Yet we have roast necks of mutton, and cutlets, and the like, and keep body and soul together by dint of a certain good fellowship between the latter not dependent upon dainty eating – I am glad how Eliza Raine is so well – I have brought my papers from Paris, but have not had time to look into them – But for you, I do not think I should give myself one moments trouble on the subject of the eventual disposition of her property – I may not survive her – I cannot fancy Mrs Anne looking too old to have at least some reminder of prettiness! – I remember her only as she used to be – I wish I could do this kindness to all the world – Love to Mr Duffin and the Norcliffes, etc Ever affectionately yours AL– Anne Lister Miss Walker’s kind regards’ –

had just written so far at 4 35/.. – then wrote ‘Messieurs P– Parker and A– Adam solicitors H–x [Halifax]’ Shibden hall – Tuesday evening 11 x December 1838 –

‘Sir – I think you had best sell the navigation stock immediately – I am, Sir, etc etc etc A Lister’ –

A– [Ann] returned about 4 3/4 and staid with me a few minutes – then went downstairs and gave the working drawing of the Tower Chimney piece – out in the farm yard a few minutes with John – A– [Ann] sent for me – she wrote to Mrs William Henry Rawson to say Mrs Ann Walker much better and would be glad to see her any time –

dinner at 6 1/4 – coffee between 8 and 9 – skimmed over the paper – came upstairs at 10 35/.. – fine day – thick fog in the afternoon from between 3 and 4 – Fahrenheit 40° in my study at 10 35/.. p.m. – with A– [Ann] till after 12 –

Samuel Booth poorly – John took to the post this evening my letter to ‘Mrs Duffin Petergate York’ and my note to P– [Parker] and A– [Adam]

reference number: SH:7/ML/E/22/0079, SH:7/ML/E/22/0080

[zumpietoo]

Oh and.....

Speaking of "eeewww, sex is grosss....." and my rather obvious shit stirring mood, today....

I went into the Cornholio tag, etc to see if there was anything about the Pee Arr!!! of KlokeJ or Cari----and....noooopeeee....in fact, most of the "other" Cornholio accounts (i.e. PedoT's socks) no longer even have me blocked....and are essentially dormant.

PedoT's #1 sock, Eliza-Rosie, last posted in March----one post, just a Cole/Jughead gifset and it was the only post for the month.

In looking over everything.....it becomes similarly apparent how one sided it's always been, even Cornholio on a "real" level:

KokeJ has always had a weird, creepy, predatory crush on Cole....and Cornholio shippers identified with it and self inserted.

Cornholio remains entirely about hating Lili for getting Cole's D....and, for whatever reason, it was targeted at her, in particular.....weirdly, Ari either doesn't bother them, or, simply, once SH split, they were all done.

Or perhaps Ari merely confirms that they were wrong (as does SH's split, ironically----plus how can they pretend COVID "ended the need for Pee Arr", when there's still COVID and "new Pee Arr"?) and Cole does like pussy, not dick and it's moar than their little hearts can take?

Or are they simply pretending (as did the seemingly weirdly despondent PedoT back in November) that Cornholio broke up?

I'll even toss PedoT a bone: while, no, Fancee Lili was never an actual thing (other than, perhaps, fuck/cheating buddies), they were endlessly inappropriate in public....for whatever reason Lili chose to do so....(ditto quite a few other peeps)

[pigballoon]

Little Women

(Greta Gerwig, 2019)

In her follow up to her directorial debut Lady Bird, Greta Gerwig sort of outpaces other movie makers helming their sophomore successors in 2019 to recent debuts like Ari Aster and Jordan Peele by going bigger and bolder with her second movie, but in her case seeming to be the match of the material she wields. 

Bringing back to screen Louisa May Alcott’s oft-adapted, 150 year old novel may not seem like all that big or bold a step, but that is why you cannot simply dismiss this as one more tired retread of material any avid movie watcher will probably have sat through more than a time or two before, for in Gerwig’s hands it becomes something more.

On a meta level the obvious parallels between Alcott and her heroine Jo are in Gerwig’s vision amplified so that this movie becomes as much a film about this book as it is a film based upon this book, even beyond that you can’t help but feel that the story of Jo March as told by Greta Gerwig has something personal about it, as Lady Bird was a clearly autobiographical piece of work, Little Women feels like the work of a filmmaker who has read and seen something of herself in the pages, and put it up on screen as some sort of self portrait. She emphasizes the feminist side of the whole thing too in ways reflective of that age, this age, and perhaps most amusingly of all, of the sadly probably too little evolved views of those in the arts that control what the world sees.

In Saoirse Ronan, star of her first movie, she once again has the perfect representative for her second, so physical, so alive, so much of the same sort of energy of Lady Bird still present, but given the span of time across which Little Women plays out you feel the maturation across the timeline of the film, you feel the experience, the almost world weariness set in.

Speaking of said timeline, the fractured approach that Gerwig takes in structuring her movie is probably her greatest masterstroke. It works on so many fronts, it lends this two hour movie the powerful hammer blow force of nostalgia by flitting back and forth between the happier past, and the moodier present (credit for the success of this approach must go to photographer Yorick Le Saux too for so vividly capturing the two time periods so visually distinctly that you don’t need signposting to tell when and where you are) the structure emphasizes the time passed, not an easy trick to pull off in a movie, but it’s key to Little Women working, and Gerwig finds the way to make it do so. The structure also helps the movie for more commercial reasons too, it breaks up the comparative harshness of the adult sections of the movie with the returns to more innocent times so that the movie is not a slow descent into misery, but more a work of wistful memories. It makes it a far more palatable experience, but is all executed so effectively that it maintains maximum power.

Of course the performers have to help in making Gerwig’s structural trick work, Ronan definitely does, perhaps even more impressive is Florence Pugh, cast as Amy, the youngest of the 4 sisters, a character in Gillian Armstrong’s 1994 adaptation played by two different actresses to make the task easier, the clearly defined difference between her childlike brashness in the early scenes, and the grounded maturity of the Pugh anyone who has been paying attention will have come to appreciate by now is clear as day without feeling phony or over the top.

As the other sisters, Emma Watson and Eliza Scanlen can’t really compete on an individual level, they don’t have the scenes to do so (though Watson’s scenes across the movie with James Norton develop their relationship wonderfully given the relatively little time they’re allowed, ditto Scanlen and the wonderful Chris Cooper) but the magic they do get to create is in the ensemble scenes of the 4 sisters fighting, bonding, sitting and listening to the narrating of a letter, or performing within their own personal theatrical troupe, the 4 of them are incredible to watch together, a testament to screen chemistry. 

Timothee Chalamet gets in on that act too. He gives this wonderfully gangly, rangy performance, beautifully physical in a way the silent actors would be proud of, but it’s in his delivery of so many small single lines that he brings so vividly to life that really put him over the top. He works wonderfully with the quartet of titular women, Ronan and Pugh in particular, these characters bonds never doubted for a second. Laura Dern probably proves far better here under Gerwig’s direction than she did under Mr Gerwig Noah Baumbach’s this same year in Marriage Story. Where that performance was big and loud and broad, this one is the total opposite, lived in and understated, her first scene meeting Chalamet’s Laurie, her one sitting by the bed discussing her temperament with Ronan, or the beautifully little comedic one towards the end discussing immigrants with Bob Odenkirk (like Cooper, bringing wonderful warmth in his smattering of scenes). Hell, Meryl’s Streep’s good too, emphasizing the comedic side of the movie, her broad but never inappropriately over the top performance fits the tone of the movie to a tee. When you can get that titan under control you know you’re doing something right.

Indeed, Gerwig’s movie just operates so wonderfully on all levels. The visual, the literary, the subtextual, the theatrical, she’s in total control of all aspects of her vision, creating a movie as cosy and warm as you could want, particularly for a movie released at Christmas (further credit for helping craft this gorgeous world to Jacqueline Durran’s lived in costumes), but it works on deeper levels, it stabs you right in the heart with its quiet power, higher brow and lower in equal measure, a work of whispers conveying so much.

[sbnkalny]

Eliza's breasts barrel-rolled across Ezra's howling mouth and "final exam Ditto" are drawn in purple.}SO and so: {walking obliviously toward the riff filled land proceeds the weedian - Nazareth Creedsmen Roll out across the dying dawn Sacred israel Holy mountain zion Sun beams down on your little shitty empire, your sandcastle, your Fool's gold, is going to change my name to shark cuban"

[veryimportantsparkles]

Rex Rose, the Charmander - Son of Eliza and Konstantin, two special snowflakes who passed on some minor snowflake traits to their kid.  He seems to have main character syndrome.  Sometimes he disobeys orders in battle, not out of spite or malice but because he thinks he has a better plan.  Overconfident, to the point of being weirdly relaxed in a crisis.

Caesar Olive, the Bulbasaur - The chosen starter of this Leaf Green run.  He started off very timid, losing his first battle made him reluctant to fight.  He outgrew his fear when he befriended a helpless Metapod who needed someone to fight for her, to help her evolve.  Caesar and Snow Pea the Butterfree are close friends who help each other out in battle.

Tortue Tortoise, the Squirtle - Son of Tortoise and a Ditto, raised by Tortoise and his breeding-incompatible wife Topanga.  The Tortoise family believes that being a starter means being a protector for your trainer, at all costs.  Tortue wants to do a good job but fears that he’s not strong enough for the job.  His modesty is almost a joke, he inherited Surf from his dad and thus has a stronger attack than anyone else on his adventuring team.

Rex and Tortue are holding Everstones and Caesar is already an Ivysaur in-game.

[skgway]

1832 Oct., Sat. 20

7 

12

Fine morning and Fahrenheit 57º at 7 1/2. Breakfast with my father a little before 8 – Out at 8 10/.. and went with Dodgson (whom I met at our gate) to look over Lower place farm, and see about draining to be done, and new mystal door to be thrown out – An hour with him –

Then with Pickles at the wearing – Thinks there will be 100 roods of the draining. He will do it at 1/3 [pound/shillings] a rood – And 1/6 [pound/shillings] per ditto where the stones will be so bad to get down (in the field in the clough under George Naylor’s brow) and that I should offer Dodgson 1 /. [shilling] a rood for leading and priding stones –

Then in my walk and with Charles and James Howarth putting up guards to one gigantic and one weeping elm just on the other side the new dry bridge at the bottom of the little field – Had Charles and John Booth with 2 poles (stangs) tied to an arm chair and at 12 1/2, in an hour, they carried my aunt to the bottom of my walk and to the footpath across down holm to see the new line of cut for the brook – Nothing could answer better – My aunt much pleased, and not at all tired – Marian astonished at her bearing it so well –

Told Marian of going to York on Monday – Some time with my aunt – Changed my pelisse, etc. and off to Lidgate at 2 1/2 and there in about 1/2 hour– Miss W– [Walker] had given me up – I was to have been there at 2 – I felt out of sorts with her but did not shew it. We fondled as usual and I was handling her and feeling her queer, as she had not much cousin. At least all was dry.  

Explained why I thought her mistaken, thinking she would bear a man easier than me. Explained the size of men, how Caesar was biliber, as big as two books. Mentioned some women taking even an ass, and the woman in Paris with a dog, to be seen for ten franks, etc. All which she listened to with interest and composure. 

Told of my attachment to Eliza Raine that began at thirteen or fourteen, each unknowing at first. That there was a break between us, my fault. I too giddy, tho not caring in reality for anyone else,  and the poor girl from that time began to be not quite herself –

I joked and said I knew she, Miss W[alker], meant to say no. That she would break my heart at last. But she would never hear of it. Would hear neither of, nor from me. ‘Then,’ said she, ‘I must say yes or give you up entirely.’ Said what else could she expect. People who felt moderately might act so, how could I do so? I had nothing for it but one extreme or other, thus much in preparation of being off. I know she would like to keep me on so as to have the benefit of my intimacy without any real joint concern.

Home in less than 1/2 hour at 6 50/.. – Dinner at 7 – Wrote the journal of yesterday at so far of today – Sent off by John my letter (written on Thursday night) to M– [Mariana] (Lawton hall Lawton, Cheshire) – Nothing particular – Mentioned my being in York for a few hours on Tuesday with my neighbor Miss Walker, whom I had persuaded to go over to consult Stephens – Begged M– [Mariana] not to name it, as my taking Steph such a patient would not be taken very well hereabouts if known – Did not mention her in any way so that π [Mariana] could surmise anything particular. On the contrary, afterwards sspope [spoke] of having no tie here and should be glad to be off as soon as I could. 

Said my aunt was much better – My father and Marian just gone to bed as I went into the little room. Sat up talking to my aunt till 11 20/.. – about Miss Walker. My aunt’s joking me yesterday about my changing my mind had struck me. Perhaps I might do so. The nearer I seemed to her. Miss W[alker]’s. consenting and by strange perversity the more I doubted my own mind. She had chosen lemons too well and knowingly, and like a housekeeper, at Gregory’s on Monday. In fact, talked as if I was very wavering. As, in fact, I begin to feel –

Fine day – Fahrenheit 57º at 11 3/4 –

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 14.. July 1835

8

1

No kiss. fine morning - comfortable airy good bedroom, the 1st time of ever being so comfortable here - breakfast at 9 5- Mr Gray came at 10 ½ - before his coming and during his being here wrote the whole of yesterday and these 2 lines of today till 10 50 - out at 11 20 meaning to go to the Duffins - had not gone above 20 yards when met Mrs D- she was going to Dr Belcombe to take him to see Eliza Raine and settle about taking her in at Clifton, she being of late so much worse as to be quite unfit to be under the care of Mrs and Miss Barker who are both made quite nervous and ill by sleepless nights and the trouble they have with her - she was very ill about a year ago - worse than now - Mrs D- hardly thought she would get over it change of life with her - had sought over Mr Duffin’s papers - could not find the letter to him containing Eliza’s will - could not tell what had become of it - uneasy about it - delighted to have met me - it seemed providential - I explained about the will - that just before my going to France in 1825 it had been given at Mr Jonathan Grey’s suggestion into the hands of Mr Robert Swann, he being deemed by Mr JG the most proper person to have it in charge - at least, said J, Mr Duffin said he would give to Mr RS- and afterwards told me  he had given it to him - Mrs D- said she had asked Mr RS if he had it, but he denied all knowledge of it - I said this was very odd - but I would speak to Mr J. Grey, and felt sure I could recall the circumstances to his mind - thought he was sure of find some memoranda on the subject as I had particularly authorized him to act for me in the business (he having read over the will and letter) in the event of anything happening to Eliza during my absence - Mrs D- and I called and found Dr Belcombe at home waiting for her - much surprised to see me, but apparently glad - we all walked together to Mrs Barker’s - I had seen Eliza about 1 ¼ year ago (in May I think) - she struck me as looking much aged and altered - I think she knew us all, tho’ she talked incoherently and would take no notice - she spits perpetually and is so dirty and obstreperous, as to be very unfit to be under the sole management of women - poor Mrs and Miss Barker cried and seemed worn out - Mrs D- had intended letting her remain with them till 3 rd of next month when her year would be complete - I strongly urged the propriety of her being sent to Clifton tomorrow if Dr Belcombe could take her in - yes! he would do all he could - agreed with me she should be removed as soon as possible and it was arranged for her to go tomorrow Mrs D- having previously agreed as to terms etc etc - Mrs Barker is to have £20 or £50 (I forgot which) as a reward for her long and good care of poor Eliza and Dr B- is to have £80 or £180? per annum for board and lodging and medical attendance and everything except clothes which Mrs D- is to find as usual since the death of Lady Crawford and the leaving York of Miss Wilson - Dr B- left us at the end of Gillygate and Mrs D- and I walked forwards to Clifton - saw the housekeeper Mrs Clarkson - chose rooms for Eliza, and I drove Mrs D- and myself back to Dr Belcombe‘s in his pony carriage - the ponies spirited and Mrs D- frightened almost out of her wits - but landed her safe - sat a few minutes with Mrs Henry Belcombe and then went with Mrs D- to Swann’s bank - saw Mr RS explained about the will - he had no remembrance of it - said he certainly had it not - Mrs D- sat 10 minutes with A- and me at the Black swan and left us at 1 40 - A- had luncheon - put on our habits - the 2 chesnut ponies came from Coopers (the 1st time of seeing them since bought of Mr Bateman) we mounted and set off to Brandsby to see Mr WF Milner’s wife and mother anxious to settle  whether to take them all for the school or not - the ponies went very quietly and well but we did not make way very fast - passed thro’ the villages of Huntington, Strensall, Sheriff Hutton, (considerable remains of the castle, neatly kept, and worth sketching  - and near village) and Whenby said to be 14 miles from York to Brandsby - should have passed thro’ Stillington, but in no doing so, went by by-roads perhaps 3 miles round about, and did not reach Brandsby hall till 6 20 i.e. 4 hours all but 10 minutes in riding - on seeing Miss Milner the mother found the villages was at some distance - no place

SH:7/ML/E/18/0062

to refresh the horses at - Mrs Cholmeley sent to ask us to take wine and to have the horses put up - declined the former - thankfully accepted the latter - sent in my name - were shewn into the library and sat there amusing ourselves as well as we could - in about ¾ hour young Mrs. Milner came a pretty well-mannered looking person - A- well enough pleased with her - I did not quite so well like the manner of the mother - but yet nothing much against her - merely thought her a little too familiar in her whispered anxiety to leave Mrs Cholmeley whom she neither seemed to like nor respect - said she had had 14 servants in some very few years - promised Mr Milner an answer as soon as we could determine - I had taken down an 8vo published in 1815 ‘The Roman Catholic Faith’ by Berington and Kirke - addressed to Roman Catholics - a sort of sheet anchor - they deny that the new testament is an independent rule of faith - vide - rang the bell for the house maid - gave her 2/. ditto to the footman and 5/. to the groom, and off again at 7 35 returned by a different route and got by lanes and crossroads into a higher road to York a little beyond the turnpike 4 miles from the city - expected to have passed thro’ Clifton but came out by Jillygate [Gillygate] (supposing road to Stillington out of Monkbar) and alighted at the Black swan at 11 1/4 - too late to send the ponies back to Cooper’s (a mile off) so kept them at the Black swan - dinner, ordered for 7, had been waiting and I was only just sent downstairs - had it up again in ¼ hour and sat talking till 12 20 - both of us tired but A- made no complaints and really bore all admirably - perhaps she felt less shaken than I did - except abroad on mules or mountain horses, 10 years since I had been on horseback -same and except the 5 or 6 miles 3 or 4 yours ago on Mrs Duffin’s horse that in that distance flayed me quite - fine day - very fine afternoon and evening my cousin came tonight put on stocking to sleep in.

[misslisterkeepsajournal]

1828 Wednesday 7 May

6 40/60 11 55/60

At 8 1/2 hair cut by young Parsons - breakfast at 9 3/4 - immediately came in Mrs. and Miss Belcombe - in deep mourning for Colonel Milne, and both much affected - Mrs. B- [Belcombe] obliged to go out and walk about in the garden for some minutes - then Miss B- [Belcombe] obliged to do ditto - the former kissed and received me as usual, and I was attentive to her, but gravely so - Mr. D- [Duffin] observed I did not speak - said I was attentively listening to Mrs. B-'s [Belcombe's] account of their arrival last night - Mrs. D- [Duffin] observed I ate no breakfast, nor did I take 1/2 my usual breakfast - would not take Miss B-'s [Belcombe's] hint to follow her mother into the garden nor did I follow Miss B- [Belcombe] no observations were made when they were gone - very soon after came Dr. H.S.B- [Henry Stephen Belcombe], and staid perhaps about 1/2 hour - He and I, as usual - says Jephson thinks everybody has a liver complaint, that is the worst of him - M-'s [Mariana Lawton's] liver is torpid - her present being not well caused mentally - Dr. H.S.B- [Henry Stephen Belcombe] hardly gone when Ald[?]n Kilby was announced - had taken the liberty of coming with the reverend Randolph Marriott who was in great distress to solicit something from Mr. Duffin! said if one was to attend to every such call...but ended I found (I slank off) by giving a sovreign -

Called on Mrs. Anne and Miss Gage - out - then sat about 20 minutes with Mrs. and Miss Yorke - might have sat longer but Captain and Mrs. Hincks came in - to go to the Yorkes' tomorrow evening - then went over the bridge with Mr. and Mrs. D- [Duffin] and returned to see Mr. D- [Duffin] and Miss S.G- [Sophia Greenup] mount to take a ride! then out with Mrs. D- [Duffin] met the Miss Cromptons - to see them tomorrow - left my card for Mrs. Willey - and for Mrs. and the 2 Miss Bests, looked about the improvements in and about the minster - left my card for the Miss Salmonds, now Mrs. and Miss, and saw their greenhouse then looked about near the Kearsleys they asked us in, and we sat a little while - the house the Salmonds lived in - should have been taken down and the new deanery erected on the site, but Mrs. K- [Kearsley] would not give up her lease of 7 years, only 1 of them expired now - the deanery is therefore close by, and the offices will in future stand where the house should have stood - then to the H- [Henry] Belcombes' - above 1/2 hour there - Mrs. H.S.B- [Henry Stephen Belcombe] wants me to go to her as soon as she has a spare bed - Mrs. D- [Duffin] observed afterwards, she fancied the 2 Mrs. B-s [Belcombes] did not always hit it well together - of course, I would neither know nor fancy so - Mrs. B- [Belcombe] still seeming to wish to seem on the same terms as formerly with me - took a good deal of notice of my little goddaughter - had her on my knee some time - called at Fisher's - not at home then sat some time with Mrs. Gilbert Crompton - made one or 2 shoppings, and got back at 5 20/60 -

Dinner at 5 3/4 - wrote the ends and sent off (at 9 1/4) my letter (begun on Sunday) to my aunt 'Place neuve de la Madeleine, No. [Number] 2, Paris' - mention the following Horner has just lost his daughter - wait a few days - will tell him to send the teeth to Hammersley to be forwarded - must stay till 1 August to execute the deed of sale of the land for the new church - Northgate let 8 years at £84. George Robinson to have a building of 3 stories and 6 rooms estate £150 - shall be glad to be off for £200 - Filling up the square of the Stag's head house and building barn for Hopkin must wait - my father consents to turn the Cunnery into a farm - Washington's estate £400 - should be glad to be off for £500 - to get water for the house at Shibden from a fresh source - Cunnery plantation valued at £70 - replanting with oaks about £50 - getting down the pit hill about £20, or upwards, that the value of the wood will hardly suffice - worst thing, the road to branch off from Mitholm and go just behind or just in front of Lower brea into the new Northowram road - all the coal pulled at willy-hill pit (on account of the turnpike bar set in Godley lane) by which we lose about £30 an acre - all the roads thrown upon the towns - Southowram wants to lead stones down Pump lane, and also down Bairstow - no preventing it - my father and Marian gone yesterday to Market W- [Weighton] on account of the sale there of some of the canal shares - my father would have us come to England - 'climate appears to him a mere nothing' we might do very well at Shibden if we liked - I said the difficulties were greater than he imagined - He will sell the Hampstead if he can get 7 or 6 hundred pounds for it - had thought of selling it without even letting us know, because (he said to Marian) our hands were full enough already - said I would not give £600, and should be glad enough if he could get that price; for the 1/4 of it would be very useful - Mark Hepworth ill - called on Mrs. Kenny and Mrs. Wilcock - Mrs. K [Kenny] delighted with her letter and the porte alumette - her rent for the house E.R- [Eliza Raine] had in Savile row £27 per annum called at the vicarage - 'he is pleasant and gentlemanly enough and she a quiet sort of person who has evidently seen very little of the world' - do not think quite like my father about the tithes - Mr. Eden's money to be paid in October, and got at 4 3/4 p.c. [percent] from a trust - 'She would like to buy the manor' of Market W- [Weighton] thinks the d. [duke] of D- [Devonshire] may sell it, and his property there in the course of some time - It seems they do not clear 'more than £50 a year by the Skelfler Estate' - Marian's illness was typhus fever and infectious so that all were obliged to drink port wine and live well to avoid it -

Thomas brought back my letter - too late - Mr. D- [Duffin] and Miss Sophia Greenup gone to a small party at Mrs. Saltmarshes - Mrs. D- [Duffin] and I had tea at 9 1/4, and afterwards sat talking - she says they have fifteen hundred a year but he seems to give about three hundred a year to his family at his death a hundred a year to each of his two sisters and four nieces for life and in default of issue to revert to his nephews and their issue and in default of that to go his godson and great nephew William Duffin Oxley absolutely and forever the two nephews to have nothing during Mrs Ds [Duffins] life but at her death to share equally her jointure of seven hundred a year her own two hundred and fifty settled upon her brother and his family and the thousand she got lately she will give to Sophia G [Greenup] - a drop or 2 of rain before breakfast - afterwards dullish, but fine day -  

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/10/0156 - SH:7/ML/E/10/0157

[wasalwaysagreatpickle]

Monday 29 August 1831

5 3/4

11 5/..

An hour tidying – at my desk at 7 1/2 at which hour Fahrenheit 68˚ and fair but dull damp morning had been raining just before I got up – breakfast at 9 20/.. in the little room my father and Marian sitting by – told the former I had got a little more time and should stay till Saturday or Monday – might or might not go by sea – if by land should go by Paris – sure to be robbed twice, once near Madrid and once near Seville – the 1st packet after 6 September would be 4 October –

Letter joint 1 1/2 page from Mr Duffin the 1 1/2 page and ends and under seal and top of 1st page crossed from Mrs Duffin – very kind letter – nothing worth extracting save that Messers [Slyfield] once saw me at the Duffins and begged to be remembered and Major [Slyfield] sorry to have missed seeing me – should be glad to have made my acquaintance – It was he who was a friend of poor Sam’s and with him when drowned at Fermoy in 1813 – Mrs Duffin much pleased at my sending her the box of eau de Cologne. Letter also 1 1/2 page from Mrs Milne – dated the 27th a little constrained?

I can hardly believe mon bonheur that I am again addressing you ma chere is really extraordinary but common politesse you must be aware requires that I should send mille remerciment for your sweet waters and for the kindness of the memory which thought of absent friends (is that the right term?) in Rotterdam Mrs Duffin with whom I have been comparing notes confesses herself perfectly shocked at the magnitude of the gift to her I au contraire am quite charmed with the magnificence of the one to me for measuring the love by the quantity one bottle less would have been a serious evil you will I think be interested to know that our invalids are better I returned from Scarbrorough or rather Langton where I spent two days in my way home last Thursday and thus very provokingly escaped seeing Mariana by only a few hours I left Eliza as well as could be expected I cannot quite make out whether her fausse couche is a matter of condolence or congratulation I will not longer detain you from pleasanter contemplations but entreating you ma chere to keep un petit coin in your heart as my peculiar domicile remain toujours a vous, HM Milne –

what I shall I write in answer? 

Man from Whitley’s with blank books to look at – ordered 11 and the 4to [quarto] ordered the other day to be done on Thursday night – then Charles Howarth brought me my oak cupboard which interrupted me some time – from 11 3/4 to 1 10/.. 

Wrote and copied two pages and three lines to Lady Gordon and then an hour trying in vain to write something that pleased me to Mrs Milne – 

Wrote to Lady Gordon that I should not have written to her till after hearing her final decision to go or not, had she not particularly asked me – but perhaps she would be glad to hear as soon as possible, that if goes she may count upon my going with her and ‘upon my giving my best attention in London to the subject you wish me to understand’ – put her upon the precaution of writing to announce her intention of being at Cadiz at such a time and not to have any decided step taken till her arrival ‘as men of business bidders for property are not always exact in the statement of their intentions’ – good reason for taking Georgiana – glad she will leave Alice at home – when I hear whether she Lady Gordon goes or not, she ‘shall have a straightforward answer to all the queries in her last letter which there is no need to think of till the go or not go is decided’ – shall be here till after Friday’s post – perhaps one or even 2 posts longer or my letters will be immediately forwarded – ‘But you shall not be left without my address’ – 

William Keighley junior came at 2 50/.. left with George for the post my letter to ‘Lady Duff Gordon 34 Hertford Street, London’ and went out with William Keighley at 3 – through [Trough] of Bolland wood, Cunnery ditto, Hall wood and along my walk to Tilley holm to see the rotten railing there, and order about the willow stakes driving in so as to keep the railing up – told William where to plant 1 purple beech, 2 weeping birches, and one weeping birch in my walk on the old pit hill near the calf croft and just below in the walk to put a few weeping willows 1/2 dozen near the brook – sent away William and sauntered about Well Royde wood etc. – Washington and George Robinson set out the new foot path I am going to allow through Well Royde in order to get rid of the paths through Lower Brea land from Upper Brea Lane, and to get Upper Brea Lane so as to throw it to Well Royde Wood – then sauntered down Lower Brea wood to Mitholm, and in Mitholm Holm, looking at fences, and in my walk, and home at 7 – 

Note to my father from Mr Henry Priestley asking leave to shoot at Market Weighton, granted and I wrote civil kind note to ‘Mrs Henry Priestley, Haugh End’ which sent by her servant to say I would either see her or write again before my hurried return to the continent – meant to have remained here some months but unforeseen circumstances had obliged me to change my plans and being so totally unprepared for such a result I had an unusual number of things to do and think of – in a thousand fears of not being ready in time – but would see her or write again – 

Copied the note for my father to write or Marian would have pottered over it an hour – 

Dinner at 7 20/.. – sat talking to my aunt in the drawing room till near 9 then about an hour in the little sitting room and came up to my room at 9 55/.. – Dullish tolerably fine day – Fahrenheit 67˚ now at 10 40/.. p.m. – very windy tonight – 

William Keighley gave me a valuation of a few trees to come down at Northgate to the amount of about £10 – putting books, journals and other manuscripts into my new cupboard which took up about 3/4 hour -