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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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Pop Goes the Rat || Modern Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary: When Arthur Shelby was discharged from the Special Air Service Forces due to his PTSD symptoms, his whole life fell apart. As his mental health declined, his wife divorced, and he became a drug addict. But recently Arthur is more than committed to getting his shit together. He even goes to drug anonymous meetings. If he manages to stay clean and get better, he will be reintegrated into his unit. And if he is, maybe Linda will come back.

That being said, you had never been part of the plan. And yet you're here, ready to wreck his life and rob his heart. Who are you? Where do you come from? How did you end up in the streets? No one knows. What they know though is that you call yourself "Rat".

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TW: Mention of drug use, otherwise it's kind of cute and funny. The vibes are grumpy veteran x unhinged punk girl.

Notes:

♠ Even though I tried to keep "Rat" as Y/N as possible, there are two physical traits described: she has blue and long hair.

♠ This is not supposed to be a series but I had to exorcize this idea. If some people are interested in the concept I might write a few blurbs or one-shots for Rat and Arthur!

MASTERLIST

“I see a new face here! Welcome dear. I am proud you joined us in today’s session. What’s your name?”

“Arthur.” He mumbled, feeling awkward.

“Hi Arthur.” The whole participants replied in unison.

Arthur nodded to greet them but remained silent during the whole meeting. At first he was convinced that going to these anonymous groups was nothing else than bullshit, but as people shared their experiences and struggles he had started to feel better. To the point a faint smile flattered his lips. When the chairman clapped in his hands to signal the end of the discussion, Arthur got up from his chair and grabbed the leash of the huge malinois that was sleeping at his combat boots. Hannibal was his military dog, a fierce animal who had accompanied him throughout his most dangerous missions. Most of the time, he was also his only friend. The dog woke up and stretched his body, yawning. Even though the meeting had been a positive experience Arthur did not feel to talk with the other addicts. All he wanted now was to go home, take a hot shower and try to sleep. He left the place to go grab his jacket in the cloakroom. That was when he first saw you, your hand in the pocket of his utility jacket, seeking for his wallet.

“Oi! The fook are ye doing?!”

You jumped, heart missing at least two beats. To be true, you did not know what scared you the most: the man’s hoarse voice or the dog barking at you? But despite getting caught, your survival instincts kicked in and you exited the house through the window with a surprising agility. Arthur did not really bother running after you, for you had left his wallet. Moreover, he did not want Hannibal to tear you apart.

“Bloody hell.” He said out lout, barely processing what he had just seen. Was the young woman and her long blue hair really there or had he imagine her?

The second time you met, Arthur had just got out from the 24/24 shop nearby and was smoking a cigarette in the parking lot. Whenever he could not sleep, the soldier opted for a night walk and a snack or a cigarette rather than staying at home with his crippling anxiety. Usually he would take Hannibal with him but tonight he wanted to be alone, for he felt at the verge of relapsing into his bad habits: he was torn apart between the need to buy cocaine and his will of staying clean.

“I can’t. Fuck, I can’t do that.” He whispered to himself as his throat tightened at the sole thought of snorting some snow. The need was too overwhelming to resist — just one line, it could not be that bad right? Just one line, he told himself. It was at the moment he had made up his mind about whether or not to get high that he saw a familiar face.

A young woman with blue hair rushed out of the shop, a few stolen goods pressed against her chest. Her two long braids were floating behind her as she ran past him like some kind of feral pixie. Arthur frowned as he recognized that naughty little thief from the drug addicts meeting. Maybe that was why he grabbed her by the arm and forced her to stop.

“What the —“ You exclaimed, almost stumbling because of the sudden stop. You flickered on your legs a little bit and turned around in one vivid movement, your heart racing as you realized a man was keeping you from escaping.

“Nice to see you again, thief girl.” Arthur said, one brow raised.

You blinked several times, not recognizing him at first, but when you did your eyes widened even more, “The fuck is wrong with you dude?! Leave me alone!”

“What did you steal this time, eh?!” He replied. As he did his lips stretched in a carnivorous smile that showcased his pointy fangs.

“It’s none of your business, fucker! Let me go! Lemme go or I’ll scream!”

“You must be kidding m—“ Arthur could not finish his sentence for the shop holder hailed him. Truth be told, the man was fuming.

“Here you are stupid bitch!” He roared, one thick vein pumping on his forehead, “Thank you for catching her!” He said to him before shifting his attention back to you, “who’s laughing now? I’m going to call the fucking cops!”

“No, no, please, no.” You started to plead all the while pulling your arm in a desperate attempt to free yourself from the soldier’s grip but his strength outmatched yours. From then, everything happened really fast: first Arthur looked at your face and realized how young you were. Judging by your physical traits, you were in your start/mid twenties. The second detail he noticed was the pathetic content of your loot. Indeed, what you had stolen was literally a pack of menstrual tampons, a sandwich, a bag of chips and a bottle of water. Arthur clenched his jaws and his heart ached a little bit. Despite his violent outbursts he was far from being devoid of empathy. Somehow, it was quite the contrary.

“Listen lad, she’s me girlfriend. We had an argument and she’s a bit drunk. I’m sorry for any inconvenience. I’ll pay for what she took. “ Words left Arthur’s mouth before he could even fully understand what he just said.

The shop owner looked at him with surprise, his thick brows furrowed in confusion, “That crazy chick is your girl?” He asked, his eyes shifting from him to you several times in a row. When he finally looked at you longer, you awkwardly offered him your biggest toothy smile, “Erm yeah okay. It’s fifteen bucks, man. But next time I see her in my shop I’ll call the police. Got it?”

“Hm.” Arthur replied with a grunt and, with his free hand, he took fifteen pounds from his pocket and then handed them to the man. The latter took the bills and left without further ado, leaving the two of you all alone in the parking lot. Arthur, who was still firmly holding your arm, lost himself in his thoughts a few long seconds. That was your annoying voice that snapped him out of his bubble.

“Your girlfriend?” You exclaimed, outraged. With one quick movement you managed to break free from his grip. Wincing, you massaged your sore skin, “I’d rather kill myself”

“C’mon, I’ve saved your ass. The least ye could do is show some respect. Kids these days…” Arthur growled, his piercing blue eyes staring at you.

You replied by poking your tongue out — which properly astounded him. What a fucking brat, he thought, “you want me to thank you and repay you the favor? Spoiler at fucking eleven, I’ve got nothing to offer. And if you suggest me to suck your dick I’ll punch your bollocks off.”

Arthur opened his eyes wide, his sharp face adorned with an almost cartoon-like shock. God, you had a fierce spirit for such a small creature. Yet he had been in combat zones all over the world and met a wide sample group of people, “Bloody hell. Calm down, midget. Yer a kind of psychotic Smurfette or what? I wasn’t going to ask you these kind of things.”

“Oh? Erm. Really? Yeah, whatever,” Once the fury faded away from your pretty juvenile face, all was left was an indescribable adorable pout. Your eyes fled his.

“I’m serious. I wasn’t going to say that. No need to repay it. It’s only fifteen bucks.” A tint of amusement appeared in his blue irises as he observed your facial expression, similar to a kitten caught in the middle of doing something stupid. He slightly tilted his head to the side, observing your more in details. You were irresistibly cute for a little criminal, “the name’s Arthur Shelby by the way, eh.”

“Well, thank you Arthur Shelby.” You finally said a bit reluctantly before walking away. You had barely made a few steps when Arthur’s voice echoed behind you.

“Oi! Wait a minute!”

You did not. Quite the contrary, you ran away before the soldier’s steel blue eyes, who looked at your slim silhouette disappearing in the shadow of the night. All that remained from you was the soft sensation of your skin against his that was still tingling on his fingertips.

What you loved the most about spring was the fact you could sleep outside without freezing. Curled up on a bench lost in the midst of a parc, you tried to rest but Morpheus refused to bring you to his Kingdom. A little growl escaped from your lips as you wiggled, trying to find a comfortable position. But the wood was hard, and your backpack was an awful pillow substitute.

“Doesn’t seem comfy, eh.”

The gruff voice that just talked caused you to sit on the bench in one vivid movement, all your senses on alert just in case you needed to run away from a potential threat. Living in the streets was harsh enough for those who suffered from this life —but when you were a woman, the struggle became even worse. However, your muscles relaxed slightly when you saw Arthur’s face.

“You’re stalking me or what?”

“Fook off, kiddo,” He rolled his eyes, annoyed, then he made a quick head gesture toward his legs. When you looked down, you saw the gargantuan malinois sitting at his feet. Even though the brute did not move, his dark beady eyes were carefully observing you, “I always walk my dog here during the night.”

“That? A dog? Looks like a fur rocket. It barked at me.”

“Ye were trying to rob my wallet, eh.” He refreshed your mind.

“Whatever,” You sniffed and crossed your arms.

Silence fell above you. The only noise that could be heard was the light murmur of the leaves moving at the wind’s discretion. Arthur’s charming blue eyes looked at you a few long seconds as he thought about his next words. Contrary to Tommy, his little brother, he had never been skilled with them. He was too easily flustered and always ended up looking more stupid than anything else.

“I don’t even know your name. That’s what I wanted to ask you last week but you ran away.”

You looked at him, surprised.

“Rat.”

“Rat? Bloody hell, girl. Your parents really didn’t love you.”

“Hey! Fuck you!” You retorted, your eyes burning with a blazing annoyance, “ That’s what people call me! Not my real name.”

“Why do they call you rat? That’s… Fookin weird.” Arthur asked, taking a flat silver case out of the pocket of his cargo pants. Then, he slipped one cigarette between his teeth.

“Gimme one?” Your eyes shone at such a sight. You dreamt about a good smoke for days but cigarettes were incredibly hard to steal.

“The magic word?” He teased, the gravel in his voice coated with genuine amusement.

“Fuck off, Arthur.” You retorted.

“That’s a right answer, stinky rat.” As he spoke, the soldier pushed you with a nudge and slumped on the bench next to your frame. Hannibal looked at his master, then lied down between his parted feet. Arthur gave you a cigarette and lit it up when you brought it to your lips. A sigh of relief escaped from you juicy lips as you exhaled a cloud of smoke from your burning lungs. It did not take long for the pleasant effects of nicotine to alleviate your anxiety. Admittedly, it felt good. Glancing at you with utter curiosity, Arthur could not help but give a faint smile at how adorable you looked when fury left your face, “So, why do they call you rat?”

“Because of him,” Following a show-don’t-tell policy, you slowly moved your left shoulder. Arthur raised a brow and truly wondered what you were doing, twitching your shoulder like that. But his interrogations soon found their answer when a tiny pink snout appeared between two blue hair strands. Then followed the little and furry white head of an albino rat.

“What the — how fookin adorable that is,” Arthur’s face enlightened with awe. He expected you to roast him but all you did was blessing him with a genuine smile for you were delighted by his reaction. Usually, people would were quite disgusted when they saw your little friend, “His name’s Plague.”

“Ah!” Arthur’s loud and hoarse laugh rose up to the sky, “what a cool name. I like him.”

Plague wiggled his pinky snout, smelling the fragrances of both the stranger and his dog. When he was over with it, he just disappeared again behind one long and thick blue braid.

“Yeah, he’s a bit shy. “

“Hm.”

Another silence. But contrary to the awkward previous one, it was pleasant. Almost comforting. It felt like the rest of the world had disappeared in a void, and that all was left was you, him, your pets and this bench. A feeling of surprise dawned within as you caught yourself smiling.

“Oi, Rat. I know that sounds weird, and I don’t want ya to think I’m a kind of creep or something but —“ Arthur paused and exhaled loudly through his nostrils. He could not believe je was going to say that… As he did, your eyes observed the dog tags that were hanging from his neck, “If ye need a place to sleep tonight I’ve got a comfy sofa. The only con is that you’ll have to share it with Hannibal.”

The dog barked joyfully, as if it wanted to agree with his owner.

“Why would you do that?” You asked, palpable hesitation filling your words. Your reaction did not surprise Arthur, who was kind of expecting it. He was well aware his invitation sounded a bit strange.

“The night you ran from the shop and I grabbed you I was about to buy cocaine,”

The vivid memory of your first meeting assaulted your mind, “Wait. But I saw you at the anonymous drug addicts meeting.”

“Yeah, I know,” Arthur paused and looked down at his dog. But you did not need to see his blue eyes to understand the shame that had bloomed within him, “I was ready to relapse y’know. Sometimes me head screams so loud the only thing that soothe me is drugs. But me mind got busy taking care of your bullshit. As stupid as it sounds, you kept me from snorting cocaine and ruining all my efforts.”

“That’s not stupid,” You said in a rather friendly tone, “Well… I’ve got nowhere to go and I see threatening clouds in the sky so… Okay” You answered after mentally weighing the pros and cons, “But don’t say I’m your girlfriend ever again,” You teased with the brattiest grin ever, “Deal, old dog?”

“Deal, stinky rat.” He repeated.

You gave him the finger, but truth was he could not get mad at you, for your smirk was so beautiful it made him forget about the stars.

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alltflyter · 1 month ago

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I've been thinking about the pandemic today.

I think this was maybe November or December 2020. I was working two jobs at the time: in the preschools and in an elderly home. Every surface needed to be sanitized, all the time. I reeked of alcohol, all the time. The skin on my hands was dry and cracking, all the time.

The preschools had a zero tolerance policy for symptoms in the kids and enforcing it was a sisyphean task.

This particular time I was alone for most of the day at the preschool-unit. Two of my co-workers had symptoms and there simply weren't enough of us stand-ins to fill their spots, so I was in charge of about ten kids by myself. Wash, sanitize. Once again, one of them was clearly ill: the little fellow was coughing miserably. I had to call his dad and ask him to pick him up. Did you know that phones are one of the most unsanitary surfaces you will come into contact with on any given day? Wash, sanitize.

He arrived angry, arguing. He couldn't afford this, he had a job to take care of. I wasn't patient enough. I couldn't extend my sympathy to him, I had ten kids to take care of. I said something passive aggressive. He yelled at me, really startled me, his kid, and a couple of the other children. Then he started crying and apologized. He comforted his kid, I comforted mine, and we sat there for a while on a bench in the cloakroom. I apologized, he left. I washed my hands again.

After my day at the preschool was over I had just about enough time to buy and eat dinner. Wash, sanitize. I stood in the queue, mask on of course, two metres apart. It was hot inside, I was still covered in my winter outerwear, sweating. The cashier scanned my dinner. Don't know if I remember exactly what it was, probably a sallad of some kind. As I walked out of the store, my phone rang. Trying to pick it up from my bag I stopped abruptly. Somebody walked into me, apologized, and walked past. I thought: what if I just disabled her for life? What if I just murdered her mom? I let my grandmother's call ring out and go to voicemail. Sanitize, wash my hands, sanitize. Then I ate my sallad.

I came to the elderly home for the night shift. Wash, sanitize, new mask, screen, gloves, wash, sanitize. I can't remember who died but I remember my colleague telling me. What if I forgot a wash at some point? What if I killed them? Please, please oh God, wash my hands. There was a terror in that house, all the residents were scared to catch it. They were lonely, too, even if most were impressively stoic about it. Told me all about how they hadn't seen their children or grandchildren since March, how the only human touch they had received for nearly a year was that of plastic gloves, how they couldn't even remember all the friends they had lost in that time. They were right to be afraid. According to a nurse who had been working there for a year, about a third of the residents had died since she started. I finished my shift, a thousand hand washes later.

I was on the bus, scrolling on the news app on my phone. The prime minister had said something strange again, can't recall what. Publicly, he had abandoned herd immunity, but practically this was still government policy at the time. A controlled spread. I put my headphones on to listen to the pundits and expert commentators. Lockdowns were a foreign exoticism, you see. An authoritarian state overreach, one of them explained; a counterproductive overreaction, another added. The only sensible thing, of course, was to sacrifice at the altar of capital as many vulnerable people as it took to appease that greedy god. That's nothing but common sense, all agreed, anything else would be alarmism or hysteria. I tucked my phone away. Sanitize, press stop, sanitize, hop off, sanitize.

I came home and went straight for the shower. I didn't dare look down, I was afraid that something red might be circling the drain. My husband woke an hour later and found me sitting naked on the edge of the tub. I couldn't tell him about work. I just asked him to please, oh God please wash me.

#this was one of those days where everything possible went wrong #but it was still just one day.#and I was incredibly fortunate. lived with the love of my life and one of the lucky few who didn't lose anybody close to me #insane that we're all kind of just supposed to pretend it was nothing.#urlalltflyter

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am-i-sans · 2 years ago

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Name[edit]

The top hat is also known as a beaver hat or silk hat, in reference to its material, as well as casually as chimney pot hat or stove pipe hat.

History[edit]

Self portrait (c:a 1770) of Peter Falconet (1741–1791). One of the earliest depicted prototypes of what became the top hat. In early prototypes, a sash around the crown was closed by a buckle. This was later dropped, in the same way as shoe buckles for male pumps were replaced by bowties around the turn of the 19th century.

Carle Vernet's 1796 painting showing two decadent French "Incredibles" greeting each other, one with what appears to be a top hat

According to fashion historians, the top hat may have descended directly from the sugarloaf hat;[2] otherwise it is difficult to establish provenance for its creation.[3] Gentlemen began to replace the tricorne with the top hat at the end of the 18th century; a painting by Charles Vernet of 1796, Un Incroyable, shows a French dandy (one of the Incroyables et Merveilleuses) with such a hat.[4] The first silk top hat in England is credited to George Dunnage, a hatter from Middlesex, in 1793.[5] The invention of the top hat is often erroneously credited to a haberdasher named John Hetherington.

Within 30 years top hats had become popular with all social classes, with even workmen wearing them. At that time those worn by members of the upper classes were usually made of felted beaver fur; the generic name "stuff hat" was applied to hats made from various non-fur felts. The hats became part of the uniforms worn by policemen and postmen (to give them the appearance of authority); since these people spent most of their time outdoors, their hats were topped with black oilcloth.[6]

19th century[edit]

Between the latter part of 18th century and the early part of the 19th century, felted beaver fur was slowly replaced by silk "hatter's plush", though the silk topper met with resistance from those who preferred the beaver hat.

The 1840s and the 1850s saw it reach its most extreme form, with ever-higher crowns and narrow brims. The stovepipe hat was a variety with mostly straight sides, while one with slightly convex sides was called the "chimney pot".[7] The style most commonly referred to as the stovepipe was popularized in the United States by Abraham Lincoln during his presidency; though it is postulated[by whom?] that he may never have called it stovepipe himself, but merely a silk hat or a plug hat. Lincoln often carried documents and letters inside the hat.[8] One of Lincoln's top hats is kept on display at the National Museum of American History in Washington, DC.[9]

Isambard Kingdom Brunel, William Harrison, John Scott Russell and others at the launching of the SS Great Eastern, London 1857

Abraham Lincoln (middle) in his distinctive "stovepipe" silk hat at Antietam, 1862

In this popular print of the 1848 "Five Days of Milan", the Italian city's uprising against Austrian rule, several combatants are shown wearing top hats.

During the 19th century, the top hat developed from a fashion into a symbol of urban respectability, and this was assured when Prince Albert started wearing them in 1850; the rise in popularity of the silk plush top hat possibly led to a decline in beaver hats, sharply reducing the size of the beaver trapping industry in North America, though it is also postulated[by whom?] that the beaver numbers were also reducing at the same time. Whether it directly affected or was coincidental to the decline of the beaver trade is debatable.

James Laver once observed that an assemblage of "toppers" resembled factory chimneys and thus added to the mood of the industrial era. In England, post-Brummel dandies went in for flared crowns and swooping brims. Their counterparts in France, known as the "Incroyables", wore top hats of such outlandish dimensions that there was no room for them in overcrowded cloakrooms until the invention of the collapsible top hat.[10][11]

20th century[edit]

Until World War I the top hat was maintained as a standard item of formal outdoor wear by upper-class males for both daytime and evening usage. Considerations of convenience and expense meant however that it was increasingly superseded by soft hats for ordinary wear. By the end of World War II, it had become a comparative rarity, though it continued to be worn regularly in certain roles. In Britain these included holders of various positions in the Bank of England and City stockbroking, and boys at some public schools. All the civilian members of the Japanese delegation that signed the Japanese Instrument of Surrender on 2 September 1945, wore top hats, reflecting common diplomatic practice at the time.[12]

The top hat persisted in politics and international diplomacy for many years. In the Soviet Union, there was debate as to whether its diplomats should follow the international conventions and wear a top hat. Instead a diplomatic uniform with peaked cap for formal occasions was adopted. Top hats were part of formal wear for U.S. presidential inaugurations for many years. President Dwight D. Eisenhower spurned the hat for his inauguration, but John F. Kennedy, who was accustomed to formal dress, brought it back for his in 1961. Nevertheless, Kennedy delivered his forceful inaugural address hatless, reinforcing the image of vigor he desired to project, and setting the tone for an active administration to follow.

His successor, Lyndon B. Johnson, did not wear a top hat for any part of his inauguration in 1965, and the hat has not been worn since for this purpose.[13]

In the United Kingdom, the post of Government Broker in the London Stock Exchange that required the wearing of a top hat in the streets of the City of London was abolished by the "Big Bang" reforms of October 1986.[14] In the British House of Commons, a rule requiring a Member of Parliament who wished to raise a point of order during a division, having to speak seated with a top hat on, was abolished in 1998. Spare top hats were kept in the chamber in case they were needed. The Modernisation Select Committee commented that "This particular practice has almost certainly brought the House into greater ridicule than almost any other".[15]

Although Eton College has long abandoned the top hat as part of its uniform, top hats are still worn by "Monitors" at Harrow School with their Sunday dress uniform.[16] They are worn by male members of the British Royal Family on State occasions as an alternative to military uniform, for instance, in the Carriage Procession at the Diamond Jubilee in 2012.[17] Top hats may also be worn at some horse racing meetings, notably The Derby[18] and Royal Ascot.[19] Top hats are worn at the Tynwald Day ceremony and a few other formal occasions in the Isle of Man.

In George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty Four, the top hat features prominently in the propaganda of the book's totalitarian regime: "These rich men were called capitalists. They were fat, ugly men with wicked faces [...] dressed in a long black coat which was called a frock coat, and a queer, shiny hat shaped like a stovepipe, which was called a top hat. This was the uniform of the capitalists, and no one else was allowed to wear it."[20]

Winston Churchill in a frock coat with grey top hat.

The inauguration of John F. Kennedy as seen from behind. Most men have their hats off; however a few top hats can be distinguished, some by the shininess of the hat's flat crown

Edward Beckett, 5th Baron Grimthorpe and others at Royal Ascot, 2012

21st century[edit]

The modern standard top hat is a hard, black silk hat, characteristically made of fur. The acceptable colors are much as they have traditionally been, with "white" hats (which are actually grey), a daytime racing color, worn at the less formal occasions demanding a top hat, such as Royal Ascot, or with a morning suit. In the U.S. top hats are worn widely in coaching, a driven horse discipline, as well as for formal riding to hounds.

The collapsible silk opera hat, or crush hat, is still worn on occasions, and black in color if worn with evening wear as part of white tie,[21] and is still made by a few companies, of the traditional materials of satin or grosgrain silk. The other alternative hat for eveningwear is the normal hard shell.[22]

In formal academic dress, the Finnish and Swedish doctoral hat is a variant of the top hat, and remains in use today.

American rock musician Tom Petty was known for wearing several types of top hats throughout his career and in his music videos such as "Don't Come Around Here No More". The British-American musician Slash has sported a top hat since he was in Guns N' Roses, a look that has become iconic for him.[23] Panic! at the Disco's Brendon Urie is also a frequent wearer of top hats. He has been known to wear them in previous live performances on their Nothing Rhymes with Circus tour and in the music videos, "The Ballad of Mona Lisa" and "I Write Sins Not Tragedies".

*How interesting!*

*Thank you very much.*

#sans?#utdr rp

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tejasgupta · 7 months ago

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ultraheydudemestuff · 7 months ago

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Cleveland Trust Company

900 Euclid Ave. at E. 9th St.

Cleveland, OH

The Cleveland Trust Company Building in Cleveland, Ohio, is a 1907 building designed by George B. Post and located at the intersection of East 9th Street and Euclid Avenue in downtown Cleveland's Nine-Twelve District. The building is a mix of Beaux-Arts, Neoclassical, and Renaissance Revival architectural styles. It features a striking glass-enclosed rotunda, a tympanum sculpture, and interior murals. Cleveland Trust Company was founded in 1894, and was one of the first banks in Cleveland to have branch locations. In 1901, the Cleveland Trust Company had purchased two properties at the corner of Euclid Avenue and E. 9th Street as an investment. One was the First Methodist Church. The second was the Wedge Building. Cleveland Trust merged with the Western Reserve Trust Co. in 1903. By 1904, Cleveland Trust officials had decided that this land would be a good location for their new, permanent headquarters, and by 1905 had outgrown the space it rented for its headquarters. The bank decided to construct a building which would be large enough to serve as its headquarters for years to come. Bank officers also settled on the Neoclassical architectural style, a common choice for banks at the time because it gave banking an air of grandeur and prestige.

When completed, the four-story Cleveland Trust Company Building was the third largest bank building in the United States. In 1910, the Chicago school-style, 13-story Swetland Building was built adjacent to the east of the Cleveland Trust Company Building. In 1971, the Brutalist-style, 29-story Cleveland Trust Tower was built adjacent to the south of the Cleveland Trust Company Building. The Cleveland Trust Company Building underwent a significant interior renovation from 1972 to 1973 and was added to the National Register of Historic Places on November 26, 1973. The former Cleveland Trust Company merged with Society National Bank in 1991, and Key Bank of Albany, New York, merged Society National Bank in 1993. The new company was called KeyCorp and headquartered in Cleveland. With all banking operations now centralized in Key Tower, the Cleveland Trust Company Building was no longer needed and was closed to the public in 1996 as part of a wide-ranging closure of numerous KeyCorp branches.

The building was open to the public only irregularly between 1997 and 2004. It was open for nearly a week for "Ingenuity Fest" in April 2005. Cuyahoga County purchased all three structures as part of the "Ameritrust complex" in 2005. Cuyahoga County put the complex of buildings back on the market in early 2010. In 2013, the Cleveland Trust Company Building was sold to the Geis Cos., which renamed it The 9 Cleveland, and renovated it (and part of the Swetland Building) into a grocery store operated by Heinen's Fine Foods (a local company). The basement area of the former bank became a bar called the Bourbon Room and nightclub known as The Vault. The second floor became a large wine and craft beer wine shop with a café area for beverage tasting, while the third floor was turned into offices for the grocery store and The 9 Cleveland and the upper floors were renovated into 100 apartments. Much, although not all, of the Cleveland Trust Company Building's original interior architectural and interior design elements have been retained.

A number of items were salvaged from the bank rotunda and retained or repurposed during the conversion to the grocery store. In the basement, the four vaults were repurposed into the nightclub, and the iron gate which closed off the vault areas used as the main entrance to the bar which was decorated with disused safe deposit box covers and keys as well as gears from vault doors. On the second floor, the intricate bronze railing was retained, and the cast terrazzo cloakroom counter was repurposed for use by the wine shop. The marble teller's counters on the first floor were repurposed as circular tables for the café and wine shop. The marble tiles on the second floor, which at some point had been covered with carpeting, were rediscovered and reused as well. Other architectural elements were restored to close to their original beauty. The bronze brackets and coffers on the first floor had been covered, and soffits added to the second floor ceiling in 1972 to accommodate new HVAC ducts. The soffits lowered the ceiling a full 3 feet, obscuring the windows. The brackets and coffers were uncovered and restored, and the soffits and ductwork removed. The marble cladding on the rotunda columns and the original first floor flooring were also retained. Also retained was the bronze Cleveland Trust Company seal embedded in the floor of the ground level.

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Bathroom Vanity Unit Buying Guide

Choosing the right bathroom vanity unit is pivotal in bathroom renovation, offering both aesthetic appeal and practical storage. This comprehensive guide explores various vanity types, including freestanding, wall-hung, double, and cloakroom units, each suited for different bathroom sizes and styles. It highlights the importance of considering the unit's size, material, and color to complement the bathroom's decor and user lifestyle, ensuring functionality and elegance. For an in-depth look at selecting the perfect vanity unit, visit the full guide.

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The Ultimate Guide to Slim Bathroom Vanity Units

In the realm of modern interior design, Slim Bathroom Vanity Units have emerged as a focal point, blending functionality with aesthetic appeal seamlessly. These sleek and space-saving fixtures have revolutionized bathroom decor, offering a perfect solution for both small and large bathrooms alike. In this comprehensive guide, we delve deep into the world of Slim Bathroom Vanity Units, exploring their features, benefits, installation tips, and more.

Understanding Slim Bathroom Vanity Units

Slim Bathroom Vanity Units are ingeniously designed to maximize space utilization without compromising on style. Unlike traditional bulky vanities, these units boast a slim profile, making them ideal for compact bathrooms or powder rooms where space is at a premium. Despite their slender build, they offer ample storage options, typically featuring drawers, shelves, or cabinets to stow away bathroom essentials neatly.

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The market for Slim Bathroom Vanity Units is diverse, offering a wide array of styles, materials, and configurations to suit every taste and requirement. From sleek minimalist designs to rustic farmhouse aesthetics, there's a vanity unit to complement any bathroom decor theme. Additionally, these units come in various sizes, allowing homeowners to customize their setup based on available space constraints.

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The primary advantage of Slim Bathroom Vanity Units lies in their ability to optimize space effectively. Their narrow profile makes them an excellent choice for small bathrooms, cloakrooms, or en-suites, allowing homeowners to make the most of limited square footage without sacrificing functionality.

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In addition to their practical benefits, Slim Bathroom Vanity Units also contribute to the overall visual appeal of the bathroom. Their streamlined design creates an illusion of spaciousness, giving the room an open and airy feel. Moreover, these units are available in a plethora of finishes and materials, enabling homeowners to achieve their desired aesthetic effortlessly.

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With built-in storage features such as drawers, shelves, and cabinets, Slim Bathroom Vanity Units offer a convenient solution for organizing bathroom essentials. From toiletries to towels, everything can be neatly tucked away, reducing clutter and enhancing the overall tidiness of the space.

Installation Tips

Installing a Slim Bathroom Vanity Unit requires careful planning and attention to detail to ensure a seamless integration into your bathroom layout. Here are some essential tips to consider:

Measurements: Begin by accurately measuring the available space to determine the appropriate size for your vanity unit. Take into account factors such as clearance for doors, windows, and plumbing fixtures.

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Mounting: Depending on the design of your vanity unit, you may need to decide between wall-mounted or freestanding installation. Wall-mounted units offer a sleek, contemporary look and are ideal for smaller bathrooms, while freestanding units provide a more traditional aesthetic and ample storage space.

Plumbing Considerations: Ensure that the plumbing connections align properly with the dimensions of your chosen vanity unit. It may be necessary to hire a professional plumber to make any adjustments or modifications as needed.

Finishing Touches: Once the vanity unit is installed, add finishing touches such as decorative hardware, lighting fixtures, and mirrors to enhance its visual appeal and functionality.

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Frequently Asked Questions about Slim Bathroom Vanity Units:

1. What are Slim Bathroom Vanity Units?

Slim Bathroom Vanity Units are space-saving fixtures designed for bathrooms with limited space. They feature a narrow profile while still providing storage and functionality, making them ideal for small bathrooms or powder rooms.

2. What sizes do Slim Bathroom Vanity Units come in?

These units come in various sizes to accommodate different bathroom dimensions. Typically, they range from around 18 inches to 36 inches in width, with options for single or double sink configurations.

3. What materials are Slim Bathroom Vanity Units made of?

Slim Bathroom Vanity Units are crafted from a variety of materials, including wood, MDF (Medium-Density Fiberboard), plywood, laminate, and metal. Each material offers different aesthetics, durability, and price points, allowing homeowners to choose based on their preferences and budget.

4. Are Slim Bathroom Vanity Units easy to install?

The ease of installation depends on factors such as the specific unit's design and the homeowner's DIY skills. Wall-mounted units may require more expertise to ensure proper mounting and alignment with plumbing connections. Freestanding units are generally easier to install but may still require some basic plumbing knowledge.

5. How much storage space do Slim Bathroom Vanity Units provide?

Despite their slim profile, these units often feature efficient storage solutions such as drawers, shelves, or cabinets. The amount of storage space varies depending on the unit's size and configuration, but they are designed to maximize storage capacity without sacrificing style.

6. Can Slim Bathroom Vanity Units accommodate plumbing fixtures?

Yes, most Slim Bathroom Vanity Units are designed to accommodate standard plumbing fixtures such as sinks, faucets, and drains. However, homeowners should ensure that the unit's dimensions align with their existing plumbing setup or make necessary adjustments during installation.

7. Are Slim Bathroom Vanity Units suitable for modern bathroom designs?

Absolutely! Slim Bathroom Vanity Units are highly versatile and can complement various design styles, including modern, contemporary, minimalist, and transitional. Their sleek and streamlined appearance adds a touch of sophistication to any bathroom space.

8. How do I clean and maintain a Slim Bathroom Vanity Unit?

To keep your Slim Bathroom Vanity Unit looking its best, regularly dust or wipe down the surfaces with a damp cloth and mild detergent. Avoid using harsh chemicals or abrasive cleaners, as they may damage the finish. Additionally, check for any signs of wear or damage and address them promptly to prolong the unit's lifespan.

9. Can I customize a Slim Bathroom Vanity Unit to fit my specific needs?

Yes, many manufacturers offer customization options for Slim Bathroom Vanity Units, allowing homeowners to choose features such as finishes, hardware, and storage configurations to suit their preferences. Additionally, some units may offer optional add-ons or accessories for further customization.

10. Where can I purchase Slim Bathroom Vanity Units?

Slim Bathroom Vanity Units are available at home improvement stores, bathroom specialty retailers, and online furniture outlets. Be sure to research different brands and models to find the best option that meets your requirements in terms of style, size, quality, and budget.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Slim Bathroom Vanity Units are a game-changer in modern bathroom design, offering a perfect blend of style, functionality, and space optimization. Whether you're renovating a compact powder room or revamping a spacious master bathroom, these sleek fixtures are sure to elevate the overall aesthetic appeal while providing practical storage solutions. With a myriad of options available in the market, finding the perfect Slim Bathroom Vanity Unit to suit your needs has never been easier.

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Deaths, 2021–2022

My original intent was to promptly write about the large number of deaths that had occurred among people I knew, some of them in my family, from March 2021 to February 2022, a year as roughly determined from springtime to wintertime, as many cultures do. Due to subsequent tragedies combined with my avoidance of writing such an emotionally unpleasant article, I procrastinated for about a year, but am now finding the will to finally do it. It should be noted that I am not aware that any of these deaths were caused by a coronavirus.

Marc Matthew Atkins (d. 18 Aug. 2016): In 2021, I learned that one of my closest friends in my late teens and early twenties had died five years earlier without my even knowing it. Marc and I met in the group Gay & Lesbian Youth of New York and became close friends and confidants, getting together socially, laughing on the telephone together and opening up to one another about our family lives. We reconnected in our thirties and spent some time together but eventually drifted apart again, only remaining in contact online without actually communicating anymore. I was devastated to learn of his passing, especially as I wished I could have been with him during his last days, and I find myself thinking of him quite frequently. (Notably, he was the son of popular singer Gwen Edwards of the Co‐Eds.)

Darlene Lorraine De Betta (d. 3 Mar. 2021): Darlene was a friendly coworker of mine in the 2000s, always good for some chat at the cloakroom where she worked. She and I occasionally socialized outside of work too, including at dinner parties at the home of a fellow coworker who treated the staff like family.

Edward S. Berens (d. 13 Mar. 2021): I met Ed in the community group Gay Men of the Bronx in the 1990s, and it turned out that we not only both lived in the Bronx, but that he also had a home in Monticello, the village where my parents lived at the time. Ed was very funny and entertaining and invited me to both of his homes at various times. He also once bought a great outfit he knew I would want to wear in a local talent show and then would not accept reimbursement therefor.

Alix Dobkin (d. 19 May 2021): I only met Alix Dobkin once, during the intermission of one of her concerts at Queens College, and so was able to inquire about a phrase in one of her songs. I have since outgrown the identitarian, separatist ideology that she advanced in some of her songs, but her music was very important to me and to my friends in our politically charged adolescence.

Carl Edmund Woollen (d. 12 July 2021): Carl, the quirky twin brother of an earlier friend of mine in the neighborhood, moved into my building and began attending N. Y. Bear Den, a group wherein his participation would grow considerably, brainstorming with us and having some of us over to his apartment for Scrabble and cribbage.

Aunt Shirley (d. 6 Aug. 2021): Shirley was a beloved grand‐aunt by marriage, the wife of the only sibling of my maternal grandmother’s to be born in the United States. They lived in Maryland so I did not see them often.

Christopher John Williams (d. 13 Aug. 2021): I met Christopher in 2014 at a Thanksgiving gathering in my neighborhood for those of us who could not attend a family gathering. I liked his sassy sense of humor and his flirtatious personality. We took a shine to one another but I do not recall ever seeing him again, our interactions thereafter happening solely on Facebook.

Justin Evan K. (d. 5 Jan. 2022): Although he was my first cousin, once removed, Justin is the only person on this list I had not met. Due to a longstanding rift in the family, I fell out of contact with my father’s sister’s daughters until I learned of Justin’s death in his thirties from a congenital problem I was not aware he had.

Carl Rosenblum (d. 13 Feb. 2022): Carl was a personable and perceptive older man I met in the gay men’s discussion group at Queens Pride House who would also usually go out to eat with other participants thereafter. It was always pleasant to speak with him, both inside and outside the meetings.

George Hains (d. 18 Feb. 2022): George was the affable and corpulent organizer of numerous events at Rockbar, a West Village venue I frequented a number of years back.

One of the principal lessons I had to relearn in this period was not to rely on social‐media platforms so heavily anymore, but to see friends in person (or at least spend time with them on the telephone) before it is too late to do so. Unfortunately, spring 2022 brought more deaths with it.

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theworldisyourlobster · 2 years ago

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80 year old knees

I live in the servants quarters of a beautiful building in the 4ieme. On the map I see I am near Pretzel, the jewish district with its lunch time queues of pitta hungry tourists and locals alike.

I live on the 6th floor, in a 12 metre flat. Pros include: my toilet is separate, so is my shower and sink. I have a little corridor area I use as a cloakroom. Slight issue is this door does not lock, something to do with French legalities. My bed is a mezzanine, I am convinced I might die climbing down the ladder on a toilet run at night. My bed is a single in which I am just the right size to reach the walls on either size. I like it.

Finding this place was as easy as it was hard. Where after month of moving from one to another sublet, and the panic of paperwork I might need, a family friend mentioned that they might know someone, someones wife’s sisters husband who lives outside of Paris. J was 80 years old, I understood he was Spanish and his contact was a landline number. Multiple voice messages, calls and then more complications because of my inadequacy of maintaining a phone number.

After multiple meetings and reassurances, all of which were communicated through an email address which he shares with his wife, moving day was upon me. After a challenging hour of up and down puffing down the stairs in which I grabbed at all my suitcases with the utmost determined possessiveness, for fear that my 80 year old may die on the 4th round up the stairs. He told me he was impressed with my strength, he said now that he was older the stairs hurt him everywhere, his knees, his back. He use to be a sports man, practicing Tai Chi in his youth. I held fast to my Ikea bag - hoping to evade any gallant effort which might process him. Visions of cardiac arrest filled my conscious. How would I tell my distant family friend that I had killed their wife sisters husband who lives outside of Paris. Once my things were up six flights, J pointed at a heavy looking air-conditioning unit. Not only heavy its size and dimensions made it unwieldy to carry. I could not grasp it well enough to carry it alone, it made a boom boom noise each step I took it down. J said he did not like the boom boom. We spent some time engineering a carrying device made of cord and strings, we both looked doubtful. We had 8 flights to go to the cellar, it was dusty dark and smelled like wine. He told me his grandson had carried it alone. I asked how old his grandson was. 26, how old are you? 24, maybe when I’m 26 I’ll be able to carry it alone too.

After all that puff puff, we went to copy the keys. He reassured me that this would be easy. Unfortunately we found that the key man did not have the right key size, it was agreed I would return on Mercredi. J smiled at me apologetically, I said I didn’t mind, I told him I had come to learn nothing is ever really simple or easy. We both sighed at the thought of the stairs. He sighed again and I thought we would laugh once more about the ongoing stairs. Instead he turned to me and said, Kati ( is how French people pronounce my name) What you say about life , it is never easy, is true. But sometimes, sometimes life is very easy. His accent meant he heesed the words, easy was eahsee.

Once I was left alone and looked around my 12 square metres. This was home now. I noticed I could not see my keys. It did not take me long to survey the 12 square metres in which I now lived. Keys are no where so I looked again. Although I didn’t put it past myself my dear 80 year old knees must have nabbed them absent minded from excess of stairs.

I called and texted, emailed even. An hour later reply came. And then another hour later J called to say he was downstairs. He asked if I could come down to meet him. He handed me the keys and with a simple ‘Life is never easy’

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