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beiasluv · 9 months

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tattoo? | modern!thomas shelby

a/n: i’m sorry, i hav no idea how to write segsual tensions 😩

enjoyyy 😉

“i don’t recall seeing you in the school with john?” thomas chuckled as he propped himself up on his elbows, revealing his upper body underneath the covers.

“do you?”

well…all it took was a simple call from your friend, john, asking you to check on his hangover brother. it all took a couple minutes to drive to the shelbys home and to walk up to his room.

some painkillers, a glass of water, and a toast were offered and accepted because you knew he would appreciate them after a long night. and it all took a smoke-filled brain and his ruffled sheets for you to spend a ‘couple of minutes’ to heal his hangover.

it was a platonic relationship between you two. well- you thought. being in school with john you were honored with the opportunity to see his brothers in the picture frames whenever you visit the his home. honored or not, you never really met the man and the moment. until now…

right. so where were we?

“so you were the ‘hot brother’ everyone was gushing about when you pick john up in your car?” you shook your head and wiped the fake tears. “to be frank, weren’t you a senior…or in college when john and i was in grade-school together?” you chuckled as you leaned on his drawer, crossing your arms together.

his room was fairly old yet new. the shelbys’s got a reputation for it. an empty king size bed, only occupied by the king of this room. thomas shelby was someone in your- let’s say- outer circle. so many chances to acquaintance, but never did.

he was always fond of smoking, cigarettes or typically anything you could think of. but mostly cigarettes. just by being in his room alone could get you high as hell. his glowing blue eyes stared into your face but you felt it in your soul.

“you don’t gotta make me feel old, darlin’”

“right. just keep in mind that you roamed the word 15 years before me; let that sink in”

“it’s called experience, love. so tell me, what do i do to have the pleasure of a young and lovely woman to take care of me?” thomas grinned as he leaned his head on the headboard.

“it’s only for the sake that john is a good friend of mine”

“so i only deserve the title of your ‘friend’s hot brother?’,” he puffed a drag from his poor little cigarette.

“might want to remove the ‘hot’ part,” you sighed sarcastically. “anything else you might need, mr. shelby?”

“would it be so foul for me to ask for a kiss? perhaps on the lips if you feel so brave?” his infamous smile of straight teeth peaked out of his lips. gosh, you never forget that picture on the wall downstairs. he was young but not naive, being particularly cheeky in that picture.

clearing you throat, “anything tangible object do you want?”

“a kiss is tangible”

“i won’t be known as the bitch who kiss her friend’s brother, shelby”

“why not? it makes a good thanksgiving dinner conversation,” he grinned as he took a puff.

sighing, you made your way to his bed. then brushing your fingers against his, you grabbed the cigarette out of his grasp and put it in its grave of ash tray. crouching down next to his bed, you pulled his covers up to his waist, “you’re drunk, shelby.”

“and you’re not”

“was it a whiskey or a vodka or…a rum, hm? a bachelor’s party of yours or someone else?” he had to stop looking at you with those blue eyes or you’ll crumble under him sooner or later. and you were trying your hardest to ignore the sensation of his salt nd’ pepper hair brushing on your arms.

“trust me, i don’t plan on tying the knot with her anytime soon, and what’s the rush? have a boy waiting at home for you?” his head was tilted and you were quite sure that his intentions were the same.

you shook your head. “i don’t have one. and i don’t plan on finding one soon,” an unexpected sigh left your mouth.

“how do i know that a woman so lovely as you are not lying to an old man?” shelby inched his face closer to yours.

“how can i? i have nothing to show-”

“your phone, darling”

that was how you found yourself sitting on the edge of his bed. eyeing him while he tried his best to dig up your phone. his fingers maneuvered around the apps, through your chats, instagram, and photo albums. which he successfully viewed all your embarrassing pictures, but you’d say it was a success that you proved him wrong.

“soo…? congratulations, you’ve found nothing,” smiling as you welcomed your phone back to your loving arms.

“what a shame,” he grinned and perked at you. “no dms were replied, are you more of a love letter girl?”

“well…isn’t that most of them are just trying to fuck and go?” you rolled your eyes and grinned sarcastically at him.

he took his time staring at your eyes, down to your lips. if only you’d knew how to read mind, you would be disgusted by this thoughts.

clearing your throat, you quipped, “it’s only fair if i’d get to look at your phone as well.”

“why not?” he grinned as he handed you his phone.

gaining the access to his phone, you wasted no time to scroll through it. god knows what this phone has been through. the little cracks made it look ancient, but story-wise, it’s a treasure. the pictures of him wrapping an arm around a lady, made a pang on your chest. her smile flashed across your eyes, and your heart. why were you so dramatic? everything was fine, you were only here because of john.

you are not the other woman.

but- he was in a relationship. you’ve known this- right? it felt so disgusting yet so attractive at the same time. how could you be such a bitch to be sitting on his bed? the one he used to make love with another woman? disgusting. you fucking hate cheaters, don’t you? you fucking hate him-but, gosh, how could you hate those soft, dreamy, and sweet set of blue eyes?

“y/n?”

“oh- yes?”

“so…found something interesting?” he grinned softly as he wrapped his arms around your back. fuck- those calloused hands sent a shiver down your spine. scrolling through his photos, you tapped on a picture of…a tattoo?

“i didn’t know you have a tattoo?” you perked at him, looking at his lips- i mean- his eyes.

“yes. would you like to see it?”

“if you’d want to-”

“anything for you, darling,” he chuckled as he unbuttoned his white collared shirt- well, most of them were undone during the party, you’d assume. throwing them on his bed, a stripe of calvin klein peeked from the black slacks he wore last night. grinning at your face, he turned his back to you.

you followed down his shoulder and down his to his upper back. his soft and reddish flesh laid in front of you like a five-course meal. those freckles adorned his skin like the stars in the night sky. you could almost feel the tender bulge of his shoulder blade. soft, but sharp enough to cut your tingling fingers.

pushing the thing in your throat down, you’ve managed to quipped out. “wow- i mean- stupid question, but…did it hurt?”

“it did hurt, but it’s bearable,” he smiled as he ran his fingers through his hair. you’d bet they are soft yet rough enough when they course your skin. “you have any tattoos?”

“no- no i don’t,” you cleared your throat and letting out a chuckle, “you’ve got a thing for tattoos?”

“i could find them very attractive in certain spots,” he leaned his body back, resting the weight on his wrists. thomas couldn’t help his eyes from traveling down your back. “you?”

“i mean- tattoos were never my thing, but i’ve seen some that are fine as hell”

“which are?” his head twisted to face you and you could see his hair flopping in the same direction. right- tattoos.

without a doubt, you unlocked your phone and searched your trusty-google for a hip bone tattoo. thomas leaned over your shoulders to feed his curiosity. with each picture popping up, thomas felt as if each of his quench for thirst was satisfied.

“i definitely know a better place for you, love,” he blurted out. “if only you’re interested, of course.”

“which is?”

you expected him to open his mouth and relive you from your curiosity, but instead his finger traced down from your neck to your spine, and stopping at a very dangerously low area. he gave you a slight tap, which sent goosebumps down your arms, and smirked. his face inched closer to yours and to your ear, “your lower back, darlin’.”

“what-?” you coughed on air, “i- no, i don’t like wearing low-rise jeans or open-back shirts”

“who says you need to show it off for the public eye?”

“i-” your lips were met with his finger, stopping any more excuses from flying out.

“no more excuses. i know you’ll look sweeter with a tattoo on your lower back”

“but-”

“no buts. let me show you”

“how-?”

“lay on your stomach for me, love”

“i’m sorry?” you felt as if the air bubble was coming up your throat again. fuck- could your stomach stop twisting for a minute. thomas fucking shelby is asking you to lay down on his bed.

“i…said, lay down on your stomach for me, love”

“no-”

“please, i insist”

with all the strength you could mustered, you pushed yourself up from the edge of his bed and crawled on top of it. with each sink of the duvet under your hand, your stomach felt as if it is sinking a thousand times deeper. ignoring his burning gaze on your body, you lowered yourself on his soft bed.

the silky smooth fabric greeted your skin, but for some reason you felt a burning sensation under your skin. how could you be so disgusting and disrespectful to his lover? resting your head on your arms, you wiped the tears escaping your eyes. fuck- stop crying.

“can i give you a lovebite, darlin’?” you nodded without hesitation, even though you knew. you knew, it could have been just a ‘lust’ bite.

his calloused finger traced its way down your spine to your lower back. hooking his finger to your bottom, he revealed the “not-so” revealing area of yours. without a warning, his teeth sunk onto your soft flesh, gaining a jolt from you. his soft yet coarse lips met your flesh, creating a suction just enough to create a popping sound when he lift his head off your soft back.

an airy gasp escaped from your lungs to your mouth. biting your lips but you couldn’t hold them in. you heard a chuckle sounded from behind your back. his messy duvet you’ve been clenching on was a little less messy when you released it from your grasps. and you couldn’t help to realize you’ve been arching your back under him- fuck.

gasping for air, you heard a camera click and thomas sliding down on his bed next to you. kissing your tears away, he slid the phone towards you.

a picture that you could only imagine was your lower back flesh, puffy and reddened, labeled with a bite mark. tiny sips of blood could be seen through the thin layers, just nothing major

“so��fancy a lower back tattoo?”

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wonder-worker · 3 months

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I really dislike (the second half of) David Baldwin's biography of Elizabeth Woodville, tbh. It's the first modern biography of her, and probably the most "academic" one out there till date, but it's unfortunately heavily flawed.

He takes Elizabeth and her family's "general unpopularity" as a given.

He wrote that after Edward IV's death, "Elizabeth allegedly urged Rivers to bring the young King to bring the young King to London as quickly as possible and with as large a force as he could muster...There can be no doubt that Elizabeth wished to see her son crowned before anything could frustrate it." In Baldwin's view, it's only after Hastings expressed reluctance that she decided to act as a "peacemaker" instead. How on earth is this any different from what Ricardians have said about Elizabeth during this time?

He claimed that after Richard of Gloucester seized 12-year-old Edward V - against his will, I might add - "The Woodvilles [Elizabeth and Dorset] tried, unsuccessfully, to raise an army to recover the initiative", referring to her unpopularity as a reason for why she wasn't successful, and incorrectly states that both Croyland and Mancini refer to this. They don't - only Mancini does. Croyland, on the other hand, does not write of any Woodville attempt to raise arms, but does write that after Elizabeth sought sanctuary, adherents gathered under Westminster "in the queen's name". Mancini presents Elizabeth as aggressive and unpopular, Croyland presents her as understandably worried and widely supported.

He believed that Elizabeth of York genuinely wanted to marry her brother-vanishing uncle Richard III and quoted George Buck's letter on this.

Even worse, claimed that Elizabeth Woodville "approved and encouraged" her daughter in this, because she was "cynically hoping that a marriage between King Richard and her daughter would restore her [meaning EW] to her position at the centre of affairs". Like. Do I really need to say anything?

And lastly, he believed that Elizabeth genuinely plotted against Henry VII and her own daughter in Simnel's Rebellion due to her own desire for power and prominence, along with "resentment" towards Margaret Beaufort, and was subsequently imprisoned and deliberately depowered for it.

While Baldwin certainly gives credit and sympathy to his subject, his biography of Elizabeth during Richard's usurpation and Tudor rule is effectively no different from the way Ricardians and other general histories write about her. He is inconsistent, objectively incorrect, and never once questions the blatantly propagandic narratives (both misogynistic and classist) that were spread about her. Some of the things he said about her in his book "The Kingmaker's Sisters" aren't expecially great either, but I'll leave those out for now.

Again - this is the most academic biography of Elizabeth till date, and this is the crap it said about her. That's literally how bad historical studies of her have been till date.

This epitomizes another problem I have with most - tbh, pretty much all - of Elizabeth's historians. They focus primarily on contradicting post-contemporary rumours and accusations about her (Thomas Cook, the queen's gold, the Earl of Desmond's death, etc). It's understandable to an extent: these are "safer", less contrary, less disruptive. They probably won't offend most of their readers. But when it comes to actual contemporary accusations? Every single historian till date has been utterly lacking and disappointing. This applies to both Warwick's rebellions and Richard III's usurpation. They never question the fundamental narrative of 1483. If they do focus on propaganda, it's the more overt ones (eg: Richard's letter accusing Elizabeth of treasonable necromancy). And even then, they never acknowledge - let alone emphasize - the true extent of what was said about her, and how much of it was very unprecedented when it came to queens.

The greatest irony is that it's two of Richard III's historians - Rosemary Horrox and A.J Pollard - who have done a better job highlighting the extent of Ricardian propaganda (reflected by Mancini, an innocent newcomer, who unknowingly painted Elizabeth and her family as aggressors and Richard as a victim of circumstance forced to defend himself). Of course, while Horrox and Pollard analyzed this mainly from Richard's perspective, with little attention given to Elizabeth herself, the mere acknowledgement is still somehow better than anything that any of Elizabeth's historians have ever done till date. That's a shame, tbh.

#elizabeth woodville #arlene okerlund's is better in the sense that she doesn't repeat such trash but hers is very generic and in some places equally frustrating #is routledge making a biography of her? I remember reading it somewhere but I've lost track...if they are I really hope it's good

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catalinadearagonsblog · 10 months

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Katherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn

Part One

Two women destined to be rivals in love, in power and in religion. One is the daughter of royalty, destined to become Queen of England since she was a baby. Her first husband died suddenly, and she married her brother-in-law, the young King Henry VIII. The other woman is the daughter of a family on the rise at court. She has been educated in courts abroad but has returned to her native England to serve the Queen of England.

Katherine of Aragon, a beloved Queen by English people, had "failed" to give Henry VIII a son. The royal couple had a pretty and intelligent daughter named Mary. Knew her duty, Katherine was to keep silent and look the other way when Henry took a mistress, which she did. The young Anne Boleyn was the sister of the King's mistress, and she quickly established herself as one of the most stylish and accomplished women at the court. George Cavendish, Wolsey’s servant and biographer, has argued that Henry VIII was "casting amorous eyes" towards Anne as early as 1523.

In 1523, Anne Boleyn's life revolved around her duties within the Queen's household. Katherine liked to surround herself with attractive young women, often to her own detriment, and was a benevolent mistress to those who served her, never failing in courtesy towards them, and taking an almost maternal interest in their lives. Young men were made welcome in the Queen's apartments, and there were plenty of opportunities for flirtation. Anne had attracted a number of suitors, and one young man who was smitten with her charms was Henry Percy, the 21-year-old heir to the earldom of Northumberland. Percy was the Cardinal Wolsey's servitor at table; whenever Wolsey went to court, Percy would go with him, but as soon as he had been excused from his duties, he would resort to the Queen's apartments, there to chat and flirt with the maids of honour. Thus he had met Anne Boleyn, and before very long he had eyes for no one else.

According to Cavendish, Anne’s burgeoning romance with Percy was stifled by Wolsey, acting upon Henry’s instructions because the king confessed to his loyal cardinal that he had a “secret affection” for the lady himself. Anne was sent away from court in disgrace to Hever. She spent her time idly waiting for a summons back to court and the signal that she had been forgiven. By late 1525 or early 1526 Anne Boleyn was back in the household of Queen Katherine. Henry VIII’s affair with Anne’s sister, Mary, had ended some time before 1526. He was therefore looking for a new mistress during the early months of that year when he first noticed the object of his friend, Thomas Wyatt’s, affections. Wyatt may not, at first, have realised how serious the king’s feelings were and he attempted to compete with the king for Anne. Wyatt was sent away for a time to ensure that the way was clear for the king to make his advances.

Since Henry could not marry her Anne probably enjoyed a mild flirtation with him but, ultimately, stopped short of agreeing to become his mistress. Henry, who was used to women surrendering the instant he beckoned, was intrigued. It was new for him to be placed in the position of having to beg for sexual favours; far from being angry or irritated, he was captivated, and Anne at once became infinitely more desirable. According to Anne's biographer, George Wyatt, Queen Katherine tried to protect her maid of honour from the monarch’s amorous advances and Anne remained loyal to her queen: "how could I injure a princess of such great virtue?". Anne resisted Henry for over a year, frequently absenting herself from court and his presence. He cajoled and pleaded. He made promises and gave gifts. Above all, he wrote letters. Anne’s feelings were in turmoil following the king’s offer of marriage and she expressed this fact in a gift she sent to Henry along with her acceptance.

In May 1527 Henry initiated annulment proceedings to rid himself of the ageing Queen Katherine. He wanted a declaration that his marriage to Katherine was invalid. This would mean not only that Henry was unmarried in 1527 but that he had never been married in 1509. According to this line of argument, therefore, Katherine’s status was once more that of the widow of his brother Arthur – the Princess Dowager of Wales – and princess Mary a bastard. For Katherine, then, it was as though the Crusades were on her own doorstep. The “secret matter” started of for the queen as a straightforward struggle to make Henry overcome his unfounded scruples of conscience and return to her as her God-given husband, but it escalated over the years into a battle not just for herself and her daughter but for the preservation of nothing less than her “Holy Catholic Faith” itself.

In 1528, Henry housed both women together under the same roof at Greenwich. Henry began showering Anne with fine jewellery and clothes, and saw that she was lodged in splendid apartments close to that of the King. The courtiers made much of her, using her as an intermediary between themselves and the King, and she was soon revelling in her growing influence and power. To confuse things further, both Katherine and Henry still felt obliged to behave in public as if nothing untoward was happening. It seems that the queen went out of her way to meet Anne and Henry, singly and together, using her presence in an attempt to divide, or at least chaperone them. George Wyatt also talks of card games that Katherine instigated with Anne, in an apparent attempt to make Anne show her deformed finger (if you believe she had one!), and Katherine’s famous remark to Anne: "My lady Anne, you have good hap to stop at a king, but you are not like others, you will have all or none”. On the other hand, Katherine behaved impeccably, never showing any spark or kind of grudge or displeasure. According to George Cavendish, Queen Katherine showed Anne special tenderness:

Notwithstanding, she showed neither to Mistress Anne nor unto the king, any spark or kind of grudge or displeasure, but took and accepted all things in good part, and with wisdom and great patience dissimulated the same. She held Mistress Anne in more estimation for the king’s sake than she had before.

Perhaps Katherine decided it was safest to keep her enemy close and that her presence would prove restrictive to the pair, preventing them achieving greater intimacy or plotting her downfall behind her back. Also, she would have maintained that as England’s anointed queen of eighteen years, it was her right and her duty to be visible at court, in the palaces she had been inhabiting for so long, accessible to the people and served at table according to her due. She may have hoped that her presence would be enough to provoke Anne to shame or drive her away. Anne must have found the proximity to her rival oppressive and she often spent time at Hever in the early years of the divorce proceedings.

The Boleyn family received honours from the king. Sir Thomas Boleyn became Earl of Wiltshire and Ormonde; Anne's brother George received the title of Viscount Rochford, while she herself was in future to be known as the Lady Anne Rochford. At a state banquet held to mark the occasion, Anne took precedence over all the ladies present (who did not include Queen Katherine) and was given the place of honour at the King's side. 'The very place allotted to a crowned Queen', wrote the Emperor's ambassador indignantly. Henry was giving Anne every honour he could, every mark of respect – she was being openly treated as if she were already queen. Anne was given her own court, which rivalled the queen’s. Greater court, noted the French ambassador, was being paid to her every day ‘than has been paid to the Queen for a long time’. Henry was determined to show that he was deeply committed to marrying Anne. "kissing her and treating her in public as though she were his wife" according to the papal legate, Cardinal Campeggio.

Sources:

Licence, Amy. Anne Boleyn: Adultery, Heresy , Desire

Weir, Alison. The Six Wives of Henry VIII

Fox, Julia. Sister queens : the noble, tragic lives of Katherine of Aragon and Juana, Queen of Castile

Tremlett, Giles. Catherine of Aragon: Henry’s Spanish Queen

Fraser, Antonia. The Six Wives of Henry VIII

#catherine of aragon #katherine of aragon #catalina de aragon #henry viii #catalina de aragón #anne boleyn

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blairstales · 10 months

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Loch Maree: Location of an Ancient God, a Dried Up Healing Well for Curing Insanity, and a Wishing Tree

Loch Maree is a fascinating place. It has two graves attributed to a King of Norway and a King of Ireland’s daughter, a plaque for the last woman(named Wynn) burnt as a witch in 1722, and an ancient god named Mourie.

The “official” story of Loch Maree say’s that it got it’s name thanks to a man called St Maol Ruanaidh, and that it was he who somehow made the sacred well flow with healing waters. However, the name of the loch is older than that, and instead is named after a god.

Sir A. Mitchell, writing in 1860, says : “The people of the place speak often of the god Mourie instead of St. Mourie.” An old man in the district told him the island’s name “was originally Eilean mo Righ (the Island of my King), or Eilean-a-Mhor-Righ (the Island of the Great King), and that this king was long ago worshipped as a god in the district.” The Folklore Journal; Vol 4, Issue 4 by Gertrude M. Godden (1893)

Two records from 1656 (Presbyery Records) voice concern about “the abominations within the parishes of Garloch” in regards to sacrificing bulls on the 15th of August, as well as pouring milk upon hills. Despite the pressure to stop, the practice continued to the late 1700’s.

Offerings of food and milk were not the only reasons people would visit the area; travelers also came with the intent of curing “insanity” with the healing powers of the well on the island.

"The earliest allusion to the healing powers of the well is the mention of it in 1656 as the resort of the lunatic- In 1774, Thomas Pennant describes how the patient “is brought into the sacred island, is made to kneel before the altar, where his attendants leave an offering in money. He is then brought to the well, and sips some of the holy water. A second offering is made ; that done, he is thrice dipped in the lake.” The Folklore Journal; Vol 4, Issue 4 by Gertrude M. Godden (1893)

The bringing of mentally-ill people to the island continued until the well dried up, and local lore blames that on a man who allowed his dog to drink from it. The man apparently wanted to cure his “mad dog,” —which often means the poor dog had rabies— but despite his good intentions, the act caused insult and the well ran dry.

After the well dried people continued to visit the island, but now focused their attention on the “wishing tree.” For it, people would attach offerings to the tree, which was then known for less-specific healing properties.

” It is said that if anyone removes an offering that has been attached to the tree, some misfortune, probably the taking fire of the house of the desecrator, is sure to follow. To each of the hundreds of nails, he says, ” was originally attached a piece of the clothing of some patient who had visited the spot.” The Folklore Journal; Vol 4, Issue 4 by Gertrude M. Godden (1893)

The surface of the wishing tree was described as white and covered with coins, nails, and other metal objects. At the base of the tree was a small hole with stones and rocks, which was where the well once was.

Sadly, just like how the waters running dry was blamed on a well-meaning person, the death of the tree also came at the hands of well-meaning people. Instead of silver coins or iron nails, people moved on to something more readily available; copper coins.

This was made popular after Queen Victoria visited the island in 1877 and added her own coin, and people still add to them in every available space today(even if the wood is unrelated to the original tree).

This is something I strongly advice against doing. Copper coins can cause copper poisonings to the area, which is what killed the wishing tree. Even if there is no life left on the island, the copper can still be harmful for wildlife. This is actually a common problem for coin wishing wells with fish; where the copper poisoning gradually kills the fish.

#mourie #gods #gods of scotland #PaganScotland #pagan scotland #wishing tree #wishing trees #coin tree #fairy tree #Scottish Gods #Scottish paganism #TheOldGods #WaterTypeFairies

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distort-opia · 1 year

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Which do you think its more likely to happen: batman ending up with catwoman or joker? I lean towards joker but thats because im biased (i dont hate batcat or anything i just think its kinda plain) and i just want a more objective answer

Well this is a... complicated question.

Do you mean what's more likely to happen in canon? Because then the answer is just Catwoman, and that it already basically happened, one way or another. You've got the almost-wedding and then Batman/Catwoman (2021), you've got The New Golden Age (2022), in which Bruce and Selina married and had a daughter called Helena... Batcat is kind of the default canon goes to for Bruce. Joker isn't someone DC even sees as part of the race for who Bruce ends up with, he's not truly part of the equation. Or to be more precise, he's not part of the equation as he is. Because technically, I can say that Batman ended up with Joker in one Universe and be right-- in Flashpoint, with Thomas Wayne as Batman and Martha Wayne as Joker. Even Bruce's relationship with Selina in King's writing contains very overt Joker elements. But that's the thing, you might get Joker turned into a woman and then Batjokes is dubiously canon, or you might get Bruce dating a woman who's very Joker-like, but getting actual canon comic-book Batjokes with no change to their characters is very doubtful. DC doesn't have the balls to do that. (And by that, I mostly mean letting Bruce be explicitly non-straight.)

If you're asking me what I think is most likely to happen when it comes to Bruce's endgame romantically, my honest answer is... kinda depressing. You know how Bruce ends up in Batman Beyond? Alone, old and bitter, after having pushed everyone in his life away? That. And only if Bruce didn't die while being Batman and saving Gotham/the Universe, which let's be fair, is the most statistically likely potential ending. For instance, Catwoman: Lonely City has the kind of ending I think Bruce expects for himself; much like Endgame was the ending Bruce expected and even chose. Dying with Joker... which some would argue is Batman and Joker ending up together.

I wouldn't say an objective answer exists, though. Objectivity, when it comes to fiction, doesn't truly exist-- but it exists even less in the realm of comics, where you've got so many possible Universes and realities and continuities and versions of a character. My understanding of Bruce leads me to think that he'd try to be with Selina, but that ultimately he'd self-sabotage; and when it comes to Joker, it'd take something very out of the ordinary to get both Bruce and Joker to even consider a real relationship. In the absence of this extreme event, I don't think Batjokes can end in anything other than death, for one or both parties.

Sorry for being kind of a bummer! What can I say, I like Bruce specifically for how much of a tragic wet cat of a man he is, and how unlikely he is to get over his neuroses. Snyder says it best in Endgame, I think...

Batman's story cannot end happily. Bruce won't let it, not even if he survives being Batman.

#asks #do I even tag this as anything. it's kinda negative #we'll leave it as that

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olliecoded · 9 months

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Beverlys position, specifically in the book (IT), is so deeply sexist and the orgy scene really is....bad for her development as a character outside of the three roles available to her of helpless (must be saved by men, who do all the fighting for her), mother, and sex object.

And frankly like...the orgy in the book kinda conflated the caretaking aspects of her motherly role with the sex object stuff....idk. It was so weird. It was more character assassination of her than Eddie imo. There's a paper called 'OH DEAR JESUS IT IS FEMALE!' Mother as Monster By Lant and Thomas. It is part of a book about how King writes women and it was a really interesting discussion of Bev.

i mean ... yeah, stephen king is insanely sexist, ESPECIALLY in his earlier works. and my post 100% isn't meant to argue that the orgy scene really necessitated inclusion in the book at all, or that its purpose couldn't have been achieved through any other means. beverly marsh in general, as a character, is a great example of very poorly concealed misogyny.

but my analysis was through a watsonian lense rather than a doylist one, because the doylist analysis of that scene is, very very simply, misogyny and a lot of acid. and i understand not wanting to conduct watsonian analysis of that scene because it IS so deeply sexist and uncomfortable!!

but like i mentioned, "bev raped eddie" is a take that i'm seeing increasingly frequently (as in, it's sprinkled throughout most recent discussions of her character in the book), and i think that's due in large part to a difficulty in engaging with the scene from a watsonian perspective. when we just write it off and don't think about WHY it happens narratively, then we end up saying things that are ... weird. and bad.

i don't know if you actually read my entire post, since you mentioned a perceived character assassination of eddie (?) here, when my entire post was about how it assassinated bev's character in modern discussion of the novel. but if you did, you'd notice that i did mention several times how bev's entire life is based around sex. all of it. bev as a character is ALL ABOUT sex most of the time, primarily due to king's sexism. that's not something that i'm unaware of.

i just think that most people know by now what the reason for that scene is from a doylist perspective. we're aware that king is a fucking weirdo and also a misogynist. we know!! i don't think, though, that that doesn't mean we can't still think about what narrative purpose that scene might serve: why it happened, why it was effective, and why it was not rape (<- this is the important part).

#itposting #its 3am where i am btw so pardon me if this is entirely incoherent i do apologize im exhausted #my main point is yeah sexism but also sexism isnt a narrative explanation and it's ok to look for a narrative explanation.#asks

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master-of-the-railway · 2 months

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(Questions incoming also sorry I haven't been sending asks much lately)

(General questions)

Of all your aus, which one is your favourite to talk or think about?

Who is your favourite character out of that au, either by design, story or just general character?

(Monster au specific questions)

Do any of the engines gain hoarding instincts? (I think that's what it's called anyways)

Does Gator show up in your au, and if so is he a monster too?

Out of all the monster engines, who would be the most likely to go sit in the middle of a lake for fun (or to get away from people bothering them) (I know the above was a random question but now I really want to know lol)

(Children of Sodor au specific questions)

Do the kid engines (Thomas, Percy, Carly, Sandy, etc.) ever try to follow the big engines on their jobs? (Like, imagine the episode where Gordon drags Thomas behind the express, but instead Thomas isn't coupled up and Gordon isn't trying to teach him a lesson, Thomas is just running behind the express as fast as he can because he wants to be like Gordon, and Gordon doesn't realise until Thomas catches up at a station)

Not a question but I have a feeling that during the time before Sandy got to big to be picked up, if someone picked her up and she wasn't expecting it she would probably squeak (based off my cat sounding like a little squeaky toy if I pick her up and she wasn't expecting it)

How does Toad get along with Bruno? (If they've met)

And how does Duck view the kids? Does he stay away from them or does he chat/interact with them?

And now that I'm thinking about the Little Western branchline engines, does Oliver get along with the kids? Or Donald and Douglas?

(ToH au questions)

Does Willow discover she has magic, or does magic only work on the Boiling Isles? (sorry, I'm a bit rusty on ToH lore I cannot remember if magic works in the human realm) If she does discover she has magic, how does she and/or the people around her react?

How do people react to King? He's clearly not a very normal creature even if he is adorable.

Does Hunter ever meet Lady?

Is Belos looking for a way to get to Sodor/Shining time, to get his Golden Guard back, or did he just get a new one and forget about Hunter?

Sorry there's so many questions here lol you don't have to answer them all if you don't want to.

(Anon Orange)

EXCITED STIMMMING YESSSSSSS I LOVE TALKING THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!! Gonna take em' out section by section.

General questions: 1.) Mmmm that's rlly hard to decide on. I love a lot of them equally. I miiight say Children of Sodor? Purely bc AEG is a very big comfort show for me, I love the kiddos a lot, and I love my versions even more. 2.) Out of the group...either Gordon or Kana. COS!Gordon is beloved to me as the gentle old father he is, and Kana is just my favorite AEG in general, so I think about her a lot in my au content.

Monster AU questions: 1.) I'd say none of them are particularly hoarders. Mainly because they don't have anything they'd really want. They are enamored by shiny objects but once they're snapped out of it they don't really care too much. They've got plenty of water, coal, diesel fuel and such, so they're not hoarders of fuel either. The closest you could get would be yard leaders like Gordon, who sometimes would push their "packs" together and try to keep them in one spot because they were worried about losing any of them. They just didn't want any harm to come to their fellow engines and the leaders have particularly strong urges to guard everyone, Gordon was especially bad for it. 2.) I try to include everyone, so yes, Gator would be here too :) Seeing as I'm doing this to pretty much EVERY engine, I think it'd be unfair to leave Gator out of the fun. Adding onto that, despite being a steam engine, I think it'd be fun if he actually resembled an alligator instead of being a fluffy beast. Mainly because hey why not, and also c'mon, his nickname is Gator!! 3.) I think a lot of the engines would take advantage of the ability of getting to chill in water. As long as it's not super deep and they aren't doing it for too long, they can actually swim a bit. And in shallow waters they can just relax and cool off in warmer weather, they all enjoy it quite a bit.

Children of Sodor questions: 1.) The kids absolutely have always been trying to copy the adults. They have basic "instinct" to do jobs, but they don't know how to do things exactly, so they were looking to the older machines to learn how to do what they wanted to so badly. Carly was swinging her hook when Cranky would in an attempt to load cars the way he did, Thomas would beg Annie and Clarabelle to let him pull them so that he could pull a passenger train like Gordon (which he eventually started doing for real!), so on and so forth. 2.) Sandy did get very surprised the first little while, but eventually she got fully unbothered, mainly because Carly was far faster so she would lift Sandy and just carry her along all the time. 3.) Bruno likes to stick to routine and schedule, and he's usually with Diesel or Thomas if he's working, so he's not on the same branch line as Oliver and Toad all that often. He's met Toad before, and he likes him a lot, he's a very polite brake van and they have that same natural solidarity that all rolling stock of the same type feel. 4.) Duck thinks the kids are all very lovely! He'd heard about them when they first arrived, but didn't actually meet them until a few months later. He's not as intensely involved with their lives as some others are but he doesn't mind them at all, he's friendly towards them and will chat with them if they cross paths. Sort of similar to how Edward is with them, but Duck isn't as involved as Edward. 5.) Oliver is actually also a kid! Duck considers him his little brother, and Oliver is the only kid that Duck is almost constantly around. He likes hanging out with the other kids, Percy most of all, but finds himself more comfortable with the older engines. Namely Duck, Douglas, and Edward. 6.) Based off of my headcanon that Donald and Douglas are both really great with human kids, they're FANASTIC with machine kids. They're like the really fun uncles to the Tidmouth kids, if they get the chance to they're going to be spending every second they can with the kids, especially during the wintertime! They wanted to be as involved with the kids' lives as they could and were very present at the sheds when Kana and Nia had each first arrived so that they could make sure the overseas additions were settling in okay. The twins actually taught the young engines to clear snow!

On The Horizon questions: 1.) Magic from a natural born witch works pretty much anywhere, and in canon it does work in the human realm, though I feel I should point out that Sodor and Shining Time both are completely different from the "human realm" that Luna (aka Luz, I finally decided on the new names) came from. But yes, Wendy (aka Willow!) does indeed have magic! She didn't figure it out for a long while as there wasn't anything that really prompted her to do so and for many years of her life she fully believed she was human. The first time it happened was when she was 12 and it was a complete accident, one of her machine siblings had startled her and she just swung her arm around, managing to somehow summon a pretty large thorny vine from the ground. Wendy panicked and they ended up calling Hunter and MC over to investigate, and during that investigation Hunter finally confessed that he'd thought Wendy was a witch from the day he'd first seen her. He then sat down with Wendy and explained to her the very few things he did remember about wild magic, coaching her with his limited knowledge so that she could start training her powers. Her mother and all of her other loved ones were all quite shocked by this fact, but they didn't force Wendy to hide her magic just like the Hatt family didn't hide Oscar (Aka King) from the world. 2.) Speaking of the little guy! The rest of the island was pretty surprised by Oscar's existence. Topham had kept him hidden for the first few months, but he didn't want to keep the little guy cooped up forever, seeing as Oscar's clearly just as intelligent as any other kid and forcing him to hide for his whole life would be cruel and impossible. He did indeed startle many upon first meetings, but everyone adjusted and pretty soon Oscar was out among other kids his age with barely any issue. He did face a bit of bullying due to his strange appearance and clearly being nonhuman, but he has family and some friends who'd stand up for him and fix those problems. 3.) Hunter met Lady about 2 months after he'd been properly adopted by Mr. Conductor, actually! Seeing as the kid was already from a different magical world and he was healing from some rough times, MC thought it'd be a good idea to introduce the kid to Lady. Lady was a very welcome change of pace, she was calm and easy going and being an engine meant she didn't move that much and her facial expressions were far easier for him to read. Her kind voice and demeanor were really soothing to Hunter and him meeting her proved to benefit him greatly. 4.) Originally, I'd had the idea for Belos to go after Hunter. But then I thought about it. Belos, in the past, would kill the grimwalkers for the tiniest betrayals and then just start over with a new one like nothing happened...so I came up with a different plan. At first when Hunter was reported missing, Belos asked the coven to keep an eye out and listen to gossip. Interview residents of the isles. After a week of that, with no sign, he sent scouts to actively search for him. After a week of that? Belos sighed, shrugged, cut his losses, and cooked up a new grimwalker. This one's hair is a bit long and messy, but he looks enough like Caleb that he'll do. And this time, Belos is going to ensure this golden guard won't be going anywhere.

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What’s the real history with Thomas Seymour proposing marriage to Elizabeth after Catherine’s death?

I’m confused seeing people say real life Elizabeth didn’t (or wouldn’t have) accepted Seymour’s proposal like in Becoming Elizabeth because she was deliberately ambiguous with her answers about him wanting to marry her. Is that from her saying she would never marry without permission from the Privy Council? I assumed that was from the Tyrwhitt interviews and she meant ‘obviously I wasn’t planning a marriage with him cause if he’d suggested it I’d have said we had to ask the council’. Because why would she need to give some kind of ambiguous or cautious answer so as to not incriminate herself by admitting knowledge that he wanted to marry, unless she had at the least entertained the idea in some way.

Hello anon - first of all i'm sorry for taking to long to reply, i've been at work and i wanted to try and give a proper answer rather than just giving you a short one.

Theres belief that Thomas Seymour originally had asked Elizabeth to marry him in February 1547 which she rejected him claiming she was still in mourning for her father - however this comes from a 17th Century historian and not a contemporary so therefore we can't verify that this actually happened.

After Catherine Parr's death in 1548, Seymour doesn't immediately dissolve her household and decides that they should now attend Lady Jane Grey, but suspision began to grow he may be looking for a new wife. Kat Ashley, Elizabeth's governess, also encourages Elizabeth to write to Seymour to give her condolences on the death of Catherine, however Elizabeth declined to do so, believing that he didn't need them, she probably also wanted to avoid anymore rumours spreading.

Now unlike in the show, Elizabeth and Thomas Seymour do not see each other again after she leaves Chelsea for Cheshunt. When she comes to London for Christmas 1548, she finds her residence of Durham Palace had been turned into a mint by the Duke of Somerset, Seymour loaned her Seymour Palace and met Elizabeth's cofferer, Thomas Parry (quick note - where is he in BE?). In this meeting, Seymour begins asking Parry about Elizabeth's finances. When Henry VIII died, he left his Mary and Elizabeth a £10,000 dowry if they married. Parry answered his questions as much as he could and then reported to Elizabeth what Seymour was asking. During this conversation, Parry outright asks Elizabeth if she would marry Seymour if the council did not object, and before answering she is said to have looked visibly displeased. Here we get her first ambiguous answer when she says; 'When the time comes to pass i will do as God shall put in my mind.'

On New Years 1548/9 Thomas Parry and Kat Ashley begin to gossip on the subject of Elizabeth and Seymour, here Kat tells Parry why Elizabeth was sent away from Chelsea to the Denny's at Cheshunt. Kat Ashley also began encouraging Elizabeth to consider marrying Seymour and she was pretty persistent on the matter, but Elizabeth again did not give a straight answer, saying that; 'Though he himself would preadventure have me, yet i think the council will not consent to it.'

Soon rumour began to spread of Seymour's plans and he ended up having a confrontation with a member of the Privy Council, John Russell, Earl of Bedford (not Henry Grey as shown in BE), who told Seymour that if he went through with them it could be his 'utter undoing'.

Now we know what happens next, Seymour breaks into Edward VI's chambers, shoots his dog and is arrested and sent to the Tower. Kat Ashley and Thomas Parry are also arrested and sent to the Tower. Elizabeth is questioned by Sir Robert Tyrwhitt about her involvement with Seymour and any possible plans for marriage. In defense of Kat Ashley, although admitting that she had acted irresponsibly, she says that Kat would; 'never have me marry, neither in or out of England, without the consent of the King's Majesty and the Council's'.

During her interrogation, she writes to the Duke of Somerset concerning rumours of her also being imprisoned in the Tower and that she is pregnant with Seymour's child. She refers to these rumours as 'shameful slanders', and asks to come to court so that she may, 'show myself there as i am'. She also asked Somerset to take actions against rumours, which he agreed to do, if she could name those who spread them.

Now the ambiguous answers, her rebuff of Kat's persistance, looking displeased when Parry mentions marrying Seymour and her calling the rumours 'slanders' to me does not seem like she actually wanted to marry Thomas Seymour. Not to mention, there is also evidence that she was made uncomfortable by Seymour's advances, including getting up early to avoid him and writing 'thou touch me not' on a letter.

People do like to say that Elizabeth may have had a crush on Seymour, and blushed at his name being mentioned, she could very well have, but this would not have made her any less of a victim. On the other hand, blushing does not always mean having a crush on someone, it could have been because of discomfort or shame as well.

The ambiguous answers were also something Elizabeth always gave towards the question of marriage, especially after she becomes queen and the council begin pressuring her to marry to secure the succession. It may have been because she did not want to marry at all, which is something she first says to Robert Dudley when she was just eight years old. I don't personally think her ambiguous answers were to avoid her incriminating herself. She was cautious, something the show truly failed to show and did a big injustice to her.

I'm so sorry for the long answer but i wanted to answer as best as i could! If i have made any mistakes/incorrect statements please feel free to correct me!

Sources: Elizabeth The Great, Elizabeth Jenkins (1958) Elizabeth I, Anne Somerset (1991) Elizabeth: Apprenticeship, David Starkey (2000) Elizabeth and Leicester, Sarah Gristwood (2008)

#answers #im also sorry for citing david starkey #but unfortunately his account of the seymour incident is one of the better ones #elizabeth i #tw: csa #becoming elizabeth #thomas seymour #elizabeth tudor

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transfemlogan · 2 years

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Last Friday Night (Think We Kissed, but I Forgot!)

Chapter 1: Wrath

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Words: 4020

Warning/s: chemical fire, slight ableism towards autistic people, NSFW moments from remus being remus

Fic Summary: written for @intrulogicalweek “The experiment is starting now and I need you to get the cool powders, because if I do it then Mr. Sanders is going to remember he has to send me to the deans’,” Remus says, attempting to whisper, but still being incredibly loud, “and I wanna play with the burners and light shit on fire.”

Logan blinks.

“Hopefully, light shit on fire,” Remus clarifies.

It doesn’t really help.

Or, alternatively, Remus King gets transferred to Logan Mun's chemistry class and it is either the best, or worse, mistake his school has ever made... Most likely the worse.

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Period 3: Chemistry

SANDERS, THOMAS

RM: 803

Logan’s eyes trail up at the propped open door. He reads the door number and lets his eyes fall back down to his phone. Rereading his Junior year schedule for the 5th time– despite it never happening, Logan’s still thoroughly distraught at the concept of walking into the wrong class– he confirms that this is, in fact, his 2nd class of the day. (3 months into the school year and Logan still is confused by his schedule; even more so by even and odd days.) He pockets his phone and takes a few steps into the class, almost running straight into his science teacher, Mr. Sanders.

“Woah, there!” Mr. Sanders laughs a little, holding his hands out against Logan’s shoulders, “you almost bumped into me.”

Logan points his head down, eyeing the red shirt in front of him. “I apologise, Mr. Sanders.” A couple of students walk past the two of them into the classroom, waving at the teacher– most of them have their eyes on Logan, however.

“You’re all good, dude!” Mr. Sanders steps back from Logan. “Watch out next time.”

Logan nods, quick and jerky, and moves past him into the classroom.

He tries his best to weave through the tables and groups of students to get to his assigned desk (center room, 2nd table, left chair). Bright lights shine above him. Students are laughing and talking, even throwing pencils and ( lightly ) hitting one another. He finally gets to his seat and plugs his ears with his fingers, letting his cheeks rest on his palms. He notices all the eyes on him and keeps his head down– being autistic in high school is, unsurprisingly, very Hard.

More students make their way into the classroom. Their lab tables are arranged all facing the board and they fit two chairs for partners. They all walk past Logan and sit down at their desks, with their friends pushing the seats next to them out and sitting beside them.

Logan's seat stays empty, however, still pushed in against the table.

Their desks also face the large pride flag hanging at the front of the room (a few students were confused at the stripes, specifically the lavender and pink ones at the top; Mr. Sanders explained their meaning during the first week of school). (He seemed a little saddened at the fact people didn't know what those two stripes meant or were.) It's covered in multi-coloured signatures, with few open spaces for more. Mr. Sanders explained that his students can sign it at the end of the school year if they wanted. That caught Logan's attention— regardless of the fact that Logan is the only autistic student in class, as opposed to being in a group like his other classes, he gets excited coming to this class.

The bell rings loud in the class and everyone scrambles to their seats.

Objectively, it only takes 2 minutes for the bell to ring and for everyone to quiet down.

Subjectively, it’s a million years before everyone shuts the fuck up.

Mr. Sanders strolls into the room, waving. Behind him walks in Mx. Picani, Logan’s “special ed” assistant teacher. (Logan immediately glances down at their tie. Today, it’s pink with “she/her” embroidered at the bottom in blue floss– Picani changes pronouns depending on how she’s feeling that day. Logan thinks it is very cool.) Picani takes a seat at the front table, beaming at Logan.

“Hey, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals!” Mr. Sanders interrupts Logan’s thoughts, smiling wide at his students. “Letting y’all know right now that we are starting an experiment today, hence the Fireboys on your tables.” Excited cheers are scattered in the room, combined with a single unhappy groan. Mr. Sanders furrows his eyebrows and glances around the room, still smiling. The class starts laughing a bit. “Let me do attendance real quick and I’ll explain the experiment.” He draws out the ‘a’ in ‘and’ and sits down at his desk. The class all turns to the Fireboys, or an alternative to Bunsen burners, and starts messing with them.

Mr. Sanders stands up quick, making Logan jump in his seat. His chair rolls back and hits the wall behind him. “DO. NOT. TOUCH. THE. FIREBOYS.” A chorus of AWWs breaks out. Mr. Sanders pointedly looks at a group of boys in the back of the class and sits back down.

Mr. Sanders assigned seats the second week of school, so thankfully he doesn’t do his attendance out loud. He goes through his seating chart and checks to see if the seat is filled; if anyone is absent, he will then call out their name. (Logan much prefers this over how most of his teachers do attendance.)

Logan reaches down to his backpack to pull out a pencil and an eraser. He sets the pencil down on the desk, pushing it over to the left side, before placing his eraser directly next to it. A student at the table next to him sends a glance to his eraser and smiles– Logan can’t tell if it’s a teasing one or a genuine one, but he does know they’re smiling at the cat pencil topper and his long-eared owl eraser. He scrapes his feet against the tiled floor, tilting his head down. Using his hands and arms, he tries to cover them. (Yes, he could just move it off his desk, but Logan refuses to use a normal eraser or get rid of his pencil toppers, even if it means getting ridiculed.)

Mr. Sanders gets up and opens his mouth to start talking.

Immediately, an interruption happens.

The classroom door swings open and a student stomps in. The denim jacket they’re wearing is covered in pins and chains and spikes; they sound coins or keys clinking together, getting the attention of everyone in the room. The door slams shut behind them.

Mr. Sanders glances up at the student, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“Remus King ,” he says, “you’re 7 minutes late.” He looks them up and down and frowns. “ And you’re not in dress code.”

The student– Remus, apparently– shoves their hands into the pockets of their heavily ripped jeans and shrugs their satchel-like bookbag to fit better on their shoulder. They look down at their outfit and back up at Mr. Sanders. Letting the biggest grin split their face– having more teeth than Logan thinks a human should even have– they throw their head to the side.

“I am! ” Remus sounds almost excited to get dress coded.

The class is whispering to each other and Logan overhears the group in front of him say, “oh my god, its fucking Remus King.” “What a freak.”

Mr. Sanders shakes his head, smiling almost fondly. “And why are you late to my class today, Mr. King?” He pauses. “Again.”

“I woke up late and missed my bus.”

Mr. Sanders peeks at the clock near the door.

“It’s… second period, Remus.”

“I woke up really late!” Remus sways back and forth. “ And I forgot my schedule changed, so now you’re my third period!”

“I am going to have to write you up and send you to the deans, Remus.”

Remus shrugs their shoulders at Mr. Sanders. They haven’t stopped grinning like the Cheshire Cat since they started.

Mr. Sanders gestures to the rest of the class. “Take a seat, so that I can explain our experiment today and then I’ll write you a pass, alright?” Remus scans the room, before landing on Logan.

Logan can’t tell if this student is actively trying to stomp or if their boots are just making that noise.

Remus gets to Logan’s table, drags the chair harder than they should causing it to shriek, and throws themself into the seat– literally . A few students laugh as they right themself in the chair. Logan almost immediately notices the giant pin on Remus’ collar:

the transgender flag with the words ‘he/him’.

Logan’s leg starts bouncing up and down violently.

He looks up at Remus, only for Remus to be staring directly at him, and he snaps his head to the floor. (Remus’ shoes are covered in spikes and laced like ladders in yellow and purple.) He looks over at the desk.

There’s a finger with chipped green nail polish in front of his nose, pointing at something outside of his vision. Logan instinctively moves his head back.

“I like your owl eraser,” Remus says. The finger retreats.

Logan opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He nods twice, closing his mouth, and Remus snorts.

Logan really wants to talk to Remus, but he has no idea what to say.

…

He needs to say something.

He bites his lip and opens his mouth–

“Alright, y’all!”

Logan cocks his head up at Mr. Sanders, who’s standing at the front of the room with his hands clasped together. Logan tries to look at Remus again, but Remus isn’t paying attention.

“Lets talk about our experiment.”

Maybe he should pass Remus a note? Is that a socially acceptable thing? He doesn’t know, the only time he’s seen people pass notes is in shows and movies. He’s never passed a note before, nor has he ever had someone pass him a note.

Logan wrings his hands together under the table.

He thinks Remus’ jacket is really cool and he’s queer. And Remus chose to sit next to him.

Should he introduce himself during the experiment? Maybe he should wait? So they aren’t distracted during the experiment. But what if Logan forgets by then? What if Logan makes a fool of himself during the experiment and Remus thinks he’s the lamest person on the planet? He could wait until the end of class, but what if that’s too long of a wait? Is it weird to introduce yourself an hour and 40 minutes after, technically, meeting someone for the first time? They’re going to have to talk during the experiment, so–

“Helllooo? Did you rip off your ears or something?”

Logan looks up sharply at the voice, making direct eye contact with Remus’ wide eyes. He looks over at Remus’ spiked shoulder.

“… What?” Logan asks.

“The experiment is starting now and I need you to get the cool powders, because if I do it then Mr. Sanders is going to remember he has to send me to the deans’,” Remus says, attempting to whisper, but still being incredibly loud, “and I wanna play with the burners and light shit on fire.”

Logan blinks.

“Hopefully, light shit on fire,” Remus clarifies.

It doesn’t really help.

“Uh–,” Logan stares at Remus’ pins (there’s an 8 striped rainbow flag, one that says ‘ACAB’ and another that says ‘abolish the police’, and Logan almost misses the drawing of someone wearing a strap-on under a band pin that says ‘Operation Ivy’), “… What?”

Remus rolls his eyes and Logan feels something in his stomach. He points to the Fireboys. “We’re using chemicals to change the colour of the fire. The chemicals are with Mr. Sanders at the front table.”

Logan nods quickly, clambering out of his seat.

There's a somewhat short line of students grabbing their materials at the front of the room. Everyone else is at their desks, starting their Bunsen Burners and going over the instruction sheet.

“Hey, Lo!” Mx. Picani says once Logan's at the table. Mr. Sanders is standing next to her, helping another student. “You need your stuff?” Logan nods, very slowly, and Picani hands him small containers of various white powders.

Logan has no idea what these chemicals are.

“Do you need any help?” Picani asks. “Or are you alright with Remus?” She’s biting her bottom lip, glancing at Remus every two seconds. Logan nods.

“Well…” she says, drawing it out, “if you say so!” She smiles at Logan: corners of her lips pointed upwards, but her eyebrows are furrowed and she can't seem to make eye contact with Logan, like she usually tries to do. Logan attempts to smile back and roams back to his table.

It takes a little too long for Remus and him to get set up. Between Logan not even paying attention and Remus just wanting to play with fire, they end up being the last group to start the experiment. (And then after turning on their Fireboy, Mr. Sanders suddenly remembers that Remus needs to be sent to the deans’.

“Aren’t I supposed to be sending you somewhere? … Like the deans’?” Mr. Sanders asks, pointing directly at Remus.

Remus pouts. “Can’t you just send me after class?”

“Remus.”

“PLEASE?”)

Logan positions his goggles over his glasses and his entire body seizes. He only barely stops himself from slamming the goggles to the ground and flapping his hands (he hates wearing these stupid goggles; who cares about safety when there’s bad textures around?) Remus is sat next to him with his arms crossed. Mr. Sanders told him he was allowed to go to the deans’ after class, but wasn’t allowed to participate in the experiment. And now he was pouting.

Black dyed strands of hair fall in front of Remus’ eyes (Logan knows it’s dyed because he can see Remus’ light brown roots) along with white strands from where his vitiligo meets his hairline on his already pale skin. (Remus’ hair is shaved at the sides, minus for the parts of hair in front of his ears; it looks like it could be turned into a mohawk if he put hair spray into it.) (He wonders if Remus has done that before.)

Logan shakes his head a little, trying to get rid of the concept of leaning forward and brushing those strands back.

Their experiment involves using different chemicals to change the colour of the fire on their Bunsen burners. Logan delicately puts lithium chloride into the fire, changing it to a reddish pink colour, much to both Logan’s and Remus’ delight. Logan stomps his feet a little.

“What’s your name, dork?”

Remus is resting his arms on the table, scratching at it. Logan stutters before answering the question.

“It’s Logan.”

The corners of Remus’ mouth turn up a bit.

“My name’s Remus!”

Logan nods. “Yes, I know.” He grabs another chemical, sodium chloride, and tips it into the fire.

“Ooooh ,” Remus says, voice high and in a tone Logan quite can’t catch, “You know?” Remus wiggles his eyebrows. Badly. “Am I just THAT popular? Or have you imagined me naked before?”

Logan is now confused. “No?” He grabs a different chemical. “Mr. Sanders called you Remus and referred to you as that four times.” Out of the corner of his eyes, Remus’ grin gets wider. He cackles, shrugging and sitting up straight.

“I guess you’re right!”

“I am right. There is no ‘guessing’ about it.”

Remus leans close to the fire. Logan swats him away.

Logan continues to change the colour of the fire, from yellow to purple to orange to white, before Remus speaks up again.

“I called you dork earlier,” He says, putting his chin in his palm. “Did you know that means whale penis?”

Logan decides not to respond to that.

They work in, surprisingly, good rhythm, with Logan using the chemicals and Remus writing on their sheet (after Logan explains what he needs to write). The entire class is somewhat quiet. Slight buzzing of talking partially fills the room and the only other noises are the fire and scratching of pens and pencil on paper. (The light is still bright in Logan's eyes, but he's able to think straight and focus.)

Logan hears Remus shuffle next to him, but he doesn't glance over or try to figure out what he's doing. There’s a tug at his sleeve, a breath on his ear, and the words: “do you wanna see something even cooler?”

Logan flinches away. He feels his entire face scrunch up and his lips purse; his entire body revolts. Remus is grinning, holding Logan’s sleeve in between his pointer finger and thumb.

“What are you talking about?” Logan whispers back. He turns off the Fireboy.

“Follow me,” Remus says. He scans the room and puts his finger up to his lips, making a shushing motion.

Mr. Sanders is talking to a group near the side of the room. Mx. Picani is still sitting at the front table, scrolling through her phone with paperwork in front of her. Everyone else is busy, in between “oohs” and “aahs”, they’re having classroom-noise appropriate conversation. Remus slinks across the room, Logan not far behind, and they both make their way to the far corner.

Logan furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head.

Remus does another look around (Logan thinks it might be for comedic effect). He drops to his knees and grabs the cabinet door in front of him.

The one labeled “chemicals”.

Logan’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Didn’t Mr. Sanders tell us not to mess with the chemicals without his permission?” Logan’s whispers, wringing his hands together. He turns his head to look at the science teacher and then back down at Remus. “It’s in the student rules that Mr. Sanders gave us at the start of the school year. We had a test on it to make sure we knew–”

“Oh, calm down, dork!” Remus stands up, holding two tiny containers: one shaped like a pill container and the other an eye dropper. “I promise you, it’s not that serious.” Logan makes a face.

“Come on,” Remus says, “it’ll be fun!”

Logan hears Mr. Sanders as he continues to talk to the same group of students; he’s not even paying attention to anything Logan or Remus are doing. Remus bounces in place, watching Logan with large eyes and an even larger smile.

This is breaking the rules.

Remus is breaking the rules.

… Logan is breaking the rules if he continues.

He peers down at the containers.

“… Okay,” Logan says, “show me your ‘cool thing’.”

A squeal escapes from Remus’ mouth, followed by a loud clack as his teeth hit each other when he shuts his mouth. He kicks the cabinet doors close and escorts Logan back to their desk. Logan is watching Mr. Sanders and Picani attentively, like a guard dog protecting their owner. When he looks back at Remus, he’s already poured the little bottle of white powder onto the table. It makes a little pyramid.

Logan can finally read the labels on the bottles: potassium chlorate and sulfuric acid. (Logan eyes the empty packet of sugar at the edge of the table). Remus looks up at Logan, holding the sulfuric acid pipette over the powder. “Are you ready?”

Logan looks at the pile. “Have you done this before?”

Remus grins.

“Nope!”

He squeezes a little drop of sulfuric acid out and leans away.

A sizzling, crackling noise and then there’s a small amount of smoke escaping the droplet. A girl behind them screams as a huge, light pink flame erupts from the pile.

Remus lets out a cackle. “FIRE!–”

“ REMUS! ”

Logan looks up to see Mr. Sanders rush towards them. Behind him, Mx. Picani is also running over.

“WHAT DID YOU DO? ” Mr. Sanders shouts. The fire they started has already dissipated, leaving a black pile of whatever behind. Picani wraps her hands around Logan’s shoulders and pulls him away from the table.

Remus whistled and looked all around. “DEFINITELY wasn’t me! I would never do that!”

Mr. Sanders doesn’t look very amused.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Picani asks. She’s cradling Logan’s cheeks in her hands and Logan tries to squirm out of her fingers.

“Sulfuric acid?” Mr. Sanders picks up a bottle and reads it. “Did you get chemicals without my permission?” Remus doesn’t respond. “AND you dragged Logan into your little–” he stutters, “mess? What would’ve happened if you hurt him? You put Logan in harm’s way.”

Remus pouts. “I didn’t drag Logan into anything, he–”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Mr. Sanders holds up a hand. “Step outside of my classroom. Right Now, Remus.”

The entire class is quiet, minus for a few mutters. Everyone is eyeing each other, eyes wide and jaw slack. There’s only a few students who are trying not to smile and laugh.

Mr. Sanders looks at Logan. “Are you okay?” He’s looking at Logan with an expression Logan knows very well. Like he’s some sort of skittish animal. Or a baby. And everyone around him is trying not to make him start wailing.

Logan bites the inside of his cheek.

“Remus did not ‘drag me’ into anything,” Logan starts, pushing Picani away a little. “I’m the one that told him to do it.”

Picani gasps behind him. "What?”

Logan steps back and forth against the tiled floor. “We both chose to go to your cabinet, Mr. Sanders.”

Mr. Sanders’ eyebrows raise and disappear behind his bags. His mouth opens and closes– he looks like a fish out of water.

Everyone has their eyes on Logan. He's standing with his feet apart and hands curled tightly. He tries his best to keep his head up and look at Mr. Sanders, though every part of him wants him to duck down and crawl underneath the table in front of him.

“That’s–” a sigh escapes Mr. Sanders. “Alright, Logan Mun. Please step outside with… Remus. ”

There’s a few murmurs throughout the class as Logan makes his way over to the door.

Remus is standing with wide eyes. His feet tap against the floor in a wild rhythm and his eyes skitter all over the room. Logan bets Remus would be wagging a tail, if he had one.

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Logan’s not sure if it’s embarrassing or exciting to be walked to the deans’ office for the first time.

Remus and him are led by Picani and a hall monitor, who’s speaking into their little radio, through the halls. Their shoes squeak against the floor.

They’re in one of the deans’ rooms, sitting in chairs across from the Principal. It takes a long, stern talking from them and an even longer call to their parents before their punishment is revealed: 2 weeks suspension and a week of detention after they come back (Logan gets 2 weeks, for “confessing” that the plan was his). Since they weren’t actively trying to hurt anyone or set fire to the school– and because that didn’t happen– their punishment, thankfully, didn’t involve going to the juvenile detention center.

They’re dragged out of the dean’s office into the waiting room that connects all the dean’s and counselors’ rooms together. Loud clacking is the only sound Logan can hear, coming from the person sitting at the front desk. Mx. Picani makes Logan take a seat at one of the chairs next to the door.

“You should call your mother, Logan. She has to pick you up,” she says. She doesn’t try to make eye contact with Logan, instead her eyes are glued on the wall behind him. There’s a wrinkle in between her eyebrows. Behind her, Remus is sat at a couch-like seat across the room. One of the deans is talking to him, voices so low Logan cannot hear what they’re saying over the sound of the keyboard.

Logan is in the middle of a call with his mother, when he overhears yelling coming from Remus’ phone. Remus sits with his phone tilted away from his ear, looking completely unbothered. The door opens and a preppy-looking kid (Logan has to do a double take, because they look so similar to Remus) rushes in. They’re sitting down next to Remus and are asking him if he’s okay.

“Logan’a’,” his mother says through the phone, “you listening?”

“Yes, eomma,” Logan responds, “I apologise.”

“My boss won’t let me out of work early, so I’ll have to come pick you up later, alright?”

“Yes, eomma.”

(It’s only later, when Remus and Logan are both sitting in detention waiting for their parents to come pick them up, does Remus lean over and whisper: "did you think it was cool?"

Logan looks at Remus, making eye contact for less than a second, feeling the corners of his lips perk up.

“Yes,” Logan admits. “I did think it was cool.”)

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Becoming Elizabeth, Episode 1: my thoughts

So I watched the 1 episode of Becoming Elizabeth... but in Russian because I don’t want to pay. lol (Tbh I thought that that site will have it in the English original because it has other shows like The Spanish Princess in original. Maybe they will add episodes in English later, certainly I hope to watch it in English not least because things may be lost in translation.)

Favourite things and moments: Alicia’s acting (she is doing a great job with Elizabeth) , costumes, cinematography, the moment with Elizabeth and Edward lying in bed, Elizabeth rushing after Edward when Somerset takes him away, reaching out for him and pressing his hand (aww, my babies). Also, Thomas Seymour is portrayed as an overambitious, boastful creep with charisma, just as I imagined him.

Things that I didn’t like or that made me raise my eyebrow:

- Catherine Parr’s portrayal - my biggest objection. She comes across as too cold and her relationship with Elizabeth lacks warmth (and weirdly, there’s not much warmth from Elizabeth’s side too toward her, that doesn’t ring true to me), maybe that will be somehow remedied later, I don’t know. It doesn’t seem that she really cares for Elizabeth even when inviting to live in her household. Also, imo, they did her dirty by introducing her with a sex scene.

- the f word overuse - I get that people used swear words but would they be so uninventive and would the councilors (except Thomas Seymour, I believe he would) speak like that in front of their underage king? (and Edward, seriously, seriously?)

- Elizabeth seemed too quick to entertain the thoughts of marriage with Seymour. After all we have evidence that she was reluctant towards the idea of marriage since childhood.

- For a nine-year-old Edward talking about love and marrying for love seemed a bit premature.

- I didn’t quite understand Elizabeth’s hostility to Jane Grey. It seemed to come out of nowhere.

But, yes, overall I liked it.

#Becoming Elizabeth

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"He'd scented his fiance, rather aggressively. A clear warning to all within proximity to keep their hands off the omega."

-Thomas prevents anyone else from even touching Alexander. Possessive???

2. "It really doesn't matter what I think, I'm not the alpha."

-This is something Alexander says to Thomas and Thomas doesn't say anything against it. Alexander has no choice in the matter on whether or not they will get married

3. "In Thomas's opinion he could do a lot worse."

-Thomas doesn't say this to anyone, this is his own personal thought about Alexander after their first meeting. And you say he's in love???

4. "Where someone could take you away from me, where something awful could befall you and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, If anyone else got to admire your beauty before I got to officially make it all mine. Because that is exactly what you are, you are mine."

-Again one of my Thomas's personal thoughts about Alexander. This is very possessive and objectifying of Alexander, especially when Alexander seems concerned about the fact that he'll be confined to Thomas's quarters. Thomas is isolating him

5. "he was glad for the rush, for the moment approaching when Alexander would really belong to him"

-Again he thinks about Alexander like a piece of property

6. "No one was ever allowed within a few feet of the man, not while Thomas was around, and he was scented pretty heavily so even if Thomas was absent there would be a detterent to others to keep a wide berth."

-Again possessiveness. this is icky

7. "He needed the satisfaction that would come with Alexander eating to his right at dinners, seated prettily behind him while he gave speeches, whispering comforting words during negotiations."

-He doesn't believe that Alexander will actually do anything of importance while being king consort of America? He's just there to sit still and be pretty for Thomas to look at???

8. "always exposed, always ready."

-He says this while thinking about "lingerie" for Alexander to wear around him. Like Alexander will always just be open to whatever Thomas wants to do with him whenever Thomas wants to. Like a sex object

9. “Darling you are crazy if you think I’m not going to keep you to myself as long as I can, you are my everything. Before you there was no light in my life and now you make my entire world shine.”

-This is not a romantic sentence, it is a manipulative one

10. “You should always be ready for your alpha to ravish you.”

-Again treating him like a sex object

11. " Alexander would wear it he mused. Alexander would probably wear a trashbag if Thomas told him to."

-So Thomas just controls every aspect of Alexander's life? That doesn't sound very romantic or healthy

12. "Keeping a comforting hand on Thomas any time he bristled at a servant boy getting a little too close."

-uwu I have to calm down my big strong husband who can't control himself unless im there. Gross

13. "And he had to almost be physically restrained when the time came for Alexander to be fitted into his wedding outfit."

-Acting aggressively for no reason at all.

14. "The tailor had flinched at Thomas’s warning growl when he placed a hand on Alexander’s back to feel the give of the fabric."

-someone touches him and he goes beserk??? wtf

15. “And quite frankly I don’t like people touching my stuff.”

-Again treating Alexander like an object

16. "A growl rising in his throat as he saw the herd of nobles coming down the steps to welcome the both of them."

-Again with the aggression??

17. "The entire night turned into a game of cat and mouse with Thomas trying relentlessly to get hold of Alexander and the omega narrowly avoiding him. "

-He's so fucking possessive that he can't even let his husband enjoy himself at his own wedding reception???

18. “He knows he’s supposed to tell me where he’s going.”

-"Oh yes Alexander now you have your freedom again but make sure you tell your husband where you are going to be at all times." Like hello Thomas isn't his dad??? And this would seem controlling in an irl relationship

19. All of the examples of Alexander's "freedom" after the wedding are BS. He's only used as like a delegator when Thomas starts screaming like a child throwing a tantrum, an object for Thomas to show off, and a pretty face in meetings. He doesn't actually do anything as king consort that is of value.

20. "the way the alpha had taught him."

-Apparently Thomas also taught Alexander how to sit and listen to him???

21. And when he finds Alexander riding the horse he's basically grumpy about the fact that Alexander isn't doing as he says.

22. "The problem being is that I have more important things to do then chase after you.” “Then stop chasing!”

-Alexander offers him a solution to utterly idiotic problem but Thomas has to be in control all the time

23. "how he’d designated a spot for Alexander to sit during correspondences, where Thomas good look at him whenever he pleased"

-Again Alexander is just a pretty face for Thomas to look at while Thomas does all the important stuff

Dude you are seriously reaching here.

It clearly says in the fic that Thomas wants people to think he doesn't love Alexander because he's afraid it will make him seem weak or that people won't take him seriously. Yes it's stupid and irrational but it's what he's scared of

2. This is an A/B/O fic. So yes obviously there is going to be scenting and growling. Hormones and pack dynamics and whatnot. So yes there is possessiveness and agressivness while Alexander is the soft delegator. It's their alpha/omega roles not some toxic male controlling his fiance.

3. Also you're also forgetting the consent part of this fic. Alexander agreed to this kind of treatment, Thomas didn't lie to him, he told him how he was going to be before he even proposed. Alexander finds it endearing, there are SEVERAL examples of that in the fic. He may be annoyed with Thomas being overly worrisome but he knows that he loves him and he loves Thomas and he's perfectly fine with dealing with it. And Thomas is even trying to be better.

4. As for treating Alexander like an object, keep in mind that Thomas has never been in love before and now this man is going to be his husband. He covets him, AND ALEXANDER DOESN'T CARE. They love each other, Alexander understands him which is another thing Thomas loves about him.

And again CONSENT. Alexander isn't some poor helpless thing. Yes in the fic it's the alpha that makes the decision but thats because this is a royalty AU, and historically kings are the ones who made most of the decisions. Even if Thomas "chose" Alexander, their relationship didn't have to turn into love. It truly could have been a marriage of convenience, or they could have been miserable with each other, but they built a relationship, a good one and Thomas is bettering himself.

So like you are really reaching here dude

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fine frosty morning – F44° at 9 ¾ a.m. - wrote the following to ‘Jeremiah Rawson Esquire Shay’ Shibden Hall Thursday 20 December 1832 - Dear Sir, I received your note last night and should be glad to see you in the course of tomorrow, at 9 in the morning if that hour will suit you and if not will you be so good as name some other hour. I am sir, etc etc A. Lister’ and wrote the following to ‘Mr. Mitchell Land valuer Cowmarket H-x’ ‘Shibden hall Thursday 20 December 1832. Sir – I shall be much obliged to you to return the plan, and to let me have your valuation of the Parkfarm (Pickersgill) as soon as you can – I am, sir, etc. etc. etc. A. Lister’ sent off these 2 notes by John and went down at 9 ¾ to speak to Sugden and the owner of the horse he spoke to me of yesterday – black, aged – 15 hands - £13 or £14 – to see him on Saturday – working – could not be seen before - breakfast with my aunt (after having been ½ hour with my father - told him of Mr. JR’s note of last night’ at 10 ½ in an hour – from 11 ½ to 1 looking over the lease of coal from Waddington to Thomas Holmes dyer, James Holt and Joseph Hirst made in 1814 for 200 years for 77D.W. at £100 per acre to be paid £500 on signing the deed and £100 per annum afterwards but if more coal at any time got then exceeded the value of the £500 paid down + the yearly payments paid then such additional quantity to be paid for in proportion – made some minutes – Miss Walker of Walterclough called at 1 to beg off paying anything for the 6ft. of fall gained or at least a mere acknowledgment of 5/. a year – saying the mill would not pay – or they should have been glad to have paid for the fall – she pushed me hard but I very civilly tho’ distinctly and decidedly said I could not swerve from Jones’s valuation of £3 a year I was not acting for myself and felt bound to abide by the valuation – would have agreed with Mr. King for 50/. a year or perhaps something less but as he had put me to the expense of having Mr. Jones over, I must keep to the valuation

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Mr. Musgrave (our vicar) came just before Miss W- went away (at 1 ½) and staid administering the sacrament to my aunt Hemingway Cordingley and myself and talking till 2 ¼ - mentioned how many objects of charity there were in H-x etc. etc. and my aunt and I therefore gave him a sovereign each to be distributed as he thought best – came to my room at 2 25 – wrote all the above of today - Letter this morning 3 pages and 1 ½ page crossed from IN- (Langton) - the journey to Bath given up - stay at home this winter - want their mother to go to York for the winter - had seen Scott about Joseph Booth - ‘I never heard so fine a character as he gives him, he says it is impossible to say too much in his favour, and that he never had such a boy before - During the whole time he has been with him, he has never once had to find fault with him or to repeat a thing twice, and his cleanliness sobriety and industry, are beyond all praise - He can groom a horse, and clean a gig remarkably well, and keeps his saddles and bridles beautifully near; but he thinks him rather too young to go abroad and advises his remaining with him another year’ - I think I shall take the boy at once? went out at 3 – a few minutes talking to John Booth and Pickles digging west slope of arbustus walk John Pickles was only just gone to see about beginning filling up the old brook course tomorrow if the hard frost of today continues - At Lightcliffe at 3 40 at Mr William Priestley’s - Mrs P- came to me in the drawing room - said I had called to inquire after her and was glad to fine her so much better - we shook hands and were very civil - she made no allusion to the circumstance which send me off on Saturday so after staying 6 minutes I took my leave - she said it wanted ½ hour to dinner and begged me to stay longer but I excused myself thinking that if she did not choose to say one word of sorry for the contretemps of Saturday my future visits would be confined to mere civility - then not choosing to pass Miss Walker’s door without calling went in for 25 minutes to inquire after he - she said it was very good of me to call on her today - we might have had a scene but my calm dignity of manner kept it off she consulted me about one or two things and gave me to read a copy of what she had written to Mrs Plowes she evidently supposes from my manner that I mean all to be off between us and so I do tho’ now that she thinks so it is just possible she may wish to bring it on again she said I had got a very bad cold and she was sorry to see me so poorly I said I had a little cold but was not at all poorly she will most likely be miserable again tonight? and my going to her will keep me in her mind I told to Miss W- about my visit to Mrs WP- and of her having made no allusions to Saturday - so I had only staid 6 minutes - said I had made a point of going today because uncertain whether I could go tomorrow or Saturday she was always busy the 1st 3 days of the week, and I did not wish under present circumstances to delay my visit so long as till the middle of next week - took a turn or 2 in my walk and came in at 4 50 – dinner at 6 ¼ in ¾ hour – before and after till 8 ¼ making [?] from the coal lease Holt has lent me – then wrote the last 20 lines in my own room, having left the drawing room (so many cold airs – it is by that means I got my cold?) immediately after dinner having a fire in my own room all the day – read from p. 322 to 361 Monteaths’ Foresters’ guide – went downstairs at 9 40 and came up again at 10 20 very fine hard-frosty day – F50° now at 10 1/2pm but fire in my room now (1st time this season at night) and all the day – sat up looking my favourite odes in Horace

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