#Fedor Jeftichew

[planetofaesthetics]

Childhood & Teen Crushes (aka “Boys I Loved Before”) Aesthetic | Fedor Jeftichew (Walter) 

[sporadiceagleheart]

rest in the heavenly clouds angels this is power in the name of Jesus classic edit rest in peace to Heather Michele O'Rourke, Judith Eva Barsi, JonBenét Patricia Ramsey, Rachel Joy Scott, Charlotte Louise Dunn, Heather Dawn CHURCH, Alice Elizabeth Doherty, Ella Harper, Stephan Bibrowski, The French Angel, Johnny Paycheck, Fanny Mills, Schlitzie, Julia Pastrana, Grady Franklin Stiles Jr., Charles Sherwood Stratton, Mercy Lavinia Warren Stratton, Minnie Warren, Jenny Lind, Charity Hallett Barnum, Nancy Fish Barnum Callias D'Orengiani, James Anthony Bailey, Fedor Adrianovich Jeftichew, Mei Shan “Linda” Leung, Chui Mei Leung, Leung Mei Hau Chin, Heather Dawn Best, Michelle Thomas, Matilda Terry Marshall, Francis Marion Terry, Eazy-E, Charlotte Louise de Rohan, Jimmy Ray Dean, there is power in the name In the name of Jesus Power in the name In the name of Jesus so much power So much power in His name there's power in the name of Jesus Power in the name In the name of Jesus so much power in his name I'm doing this all for those who passed away and I'm sorry for those loss of those Angels who are in heaven now

[pinkykitten]

You’re my Hero

The Greatest Showman

Dog Boy x female! reader

Warning: walter being insecure

Specifics: romance, fluff, insecurity, self conscious, race neutral reader

People: Walter (dog boy), you, cash register boy, children (mentioned), P.T. Barnum (mentioned),  Lavinia Warren Stratton - Tom Thumb’s wife (mentioned)

Words: 1,168

Requested: By anonymously Could you do a fic or headcanons about insecure dog boy x reader? About him being insecure thank you !!💛

Authors Note: i decided to do a fic since ive been doing more headcanons recently. so before u read i didnt realize the first time i wrote for dog boy that his name in the movie was walter, lol ive been calling him fedor this whole time, but his name is walter so thats the name i will use for him for the rest of my days. also there is a ton of fluff in here so FEAST UR EYES! i luv dog boy and i hope u do to. thnx for reading and i would appreciate what u guys think. enjoy the one and only my beautiful bby walter!!!!

The day was such an odd day. 

Usually Walter always accompanies you on trips to the circus, where you and him work. His understanding is, “if the mob get to ya I will be right there to protect you.”

You smiled recollecting the fond memories of sweet Walter. But you did miss him. In your mind you felt, at that moment, that you always took him being with you for granted, well not anymore! You felt naked without him by your side. 

You stopped by your favorite bakery to get mornings breakfast, seeing if you can spot Walter there. Walter was not.

Your lips turned into a scowl, “blast that beautiful Walter!”

“Ma’am that would be 12 cents.” Whispered the cash register boy as you whipped your head back embarrassed that you said that comment aloud.

“Thank you son,” you said digging into your reticule. Passing him the money. 

Finishing your breakfast and entering the circus you were like a hawk, you searched back and forth for Walter. Still no sign of him anywhere!

At this point your hands were starting to sweat profusely. Your heart pounding. You were very worried about Walter, what if something happened to him? What if he was hurt or worse?

That’s when you started to ask others and see if they had noticed if Walter was around. 

Some shook their heads while others said he was in his dressing room. 

“Thank you all so much.” You shook hands as you sprinted to his room. 

Your face grew with concern, “funny. Walter never closes his door.”

Calming your footsteps you stood in front of the dark brown wooden door. You waited patiently for just a second to see if he realized you were there. But no Walter. You then gently knocked on the door. 

Still no answer.

You knocked again, louder this time. 

But still no answer. 

A third time you knocked louder and more rapidly while calling out his name.

Finally, the door swung open. 

“What do you want y/n?” Asked a gloomy looking Walter. 

“Walter, do you realize how frightened I was? You didn’t answer and more you didn’t welcome me in our morning walk we do every day. Now what is your reason for all this chaos?”

Walter looked down and sniffled. “Please come inside y/n.”

Your eyebrows raised in alarm. What was wrong with Walter?

You entered into his room and he motioned his hand for you to sit. You listened and sat by him. 

You sat in front of him the way Mr. Barnum sat with Mrs. Lavinia Warren Stratton, Tom Thumbs wife. He said he sits with her, since she is so small, knee to knee, their faces only a few spaces apart. The information they are talking about only reaching their ears only. 

You scooted closer to Walter, knees to knees, faces so close to each other. 

“What is the matter my sweet Walter?”

Walter smiled at that but then his smile faded. “Today as I went to go greet you, like I do every morning, I saw this group of children staring at me-”

“Walter you know young people, some just don’t understand. That’s why we have this circus, to teach the new generation that we should not judge others.”

“No you see that’s not it!”

“Oh, then what is it love?”

Walter fumbled with his words then with a loud frustrated shriek stood up, his anger evident. Then the anger subsided into sadness. 

“The kids we’re talking about how amazing I was and how they liked me a lot when they saw me at the circus. They thought I was, as if in a way, their hero.”

You scratched your head trying to find what the issue is. “I’m sorry I don’t follow. I don’t see what the problem is here?”

Walter brushed his hands through his hair and heaved a big sigh. “The problem is people think I’m this big spectacular thing and I’m not that. I still feel like a failure and insecure in my own skin, and I don’t know why. I also feel as if what those kids said is untrue, they give me too much credit. I’m not this important thing.”

Your heart ached to know that Walter still felt insecure about himself. You felt what those children said about him was right, he is this incredible person and in your eyes he is a hero. 

Walter leaned against the wall close to the window. The sun was bright and perfect, just like Walter. 

You stood up and wrapped your arms around him. “Sweetheart listen to me.” You then kissed him sweetly on his clothed shoulder. “I understand why you would still feel insecure and feel not highly of yourself. But what the youth said was truth. You are spectacular, you are an example to the young and old. You reprimand the world and their small minded thinking by showing them that you can do it, that it is possible.”

“I don’t feel I deserve this though. My whole life I’ve been told horrid things and it still sticks with me to this day. Sometimes those thoughts still reside in my hollow self.”

You walked in front of Walter and gently guided his face to you. You softly kissed his cheek making Walter’s eyes seem to smile to you. 

“You deserve the world Walter and more. I hate what people have told you, they have no right! I know it will take some time for you too see how beautiful and gracious you are. Just know every bit of what those children said was true, and that to me you are my hero.”

Walter gave you a look of adoration a look of love. “Oh my love!” He cried out tears falling from his eyes. He then got on both his knees and praised your feet right there. Hugging your legs and going on his hands and knees, thanking you for loving him and thanking you for staying with him and actually finding him worthy of your time. 

Your heart broke down to see this because this person you call your love finds the need to thank you and to praise you like an idol for loving him. It bewildered you to the point where you also got on your knees and hugged him as well. 

You embraced Walter with your every being, with everything that you had. You gave him kisses all over his face, not caring about his extra hair. 

“I love you dearly Walter. I love you so much!” You spoke fondly while grasping his two hands. 

Walter smiled while shedding some tears and came closer to you. His head rested on your forehead enjoying your company. Then his lips came closer to yours and you two shared a kiss. The kiss was small and needed but so full of love. 

“I want you to always lean on me Walter. To tell me how you’re feeling, because I will always be here to love you, no matter what.”

[xxamilliondreamsxx]

Ladies and Gents, this is the moment you’ve waited for...

Barnum circus as The Office fire drill scene:

P.T: STAY FUCKING CALM!!!!!!

Knife thrower: chucks knifes at door

Tom Thumb: climbs on bars above

Dog boy: THE FIRE’S SHOOTING AT US!!!!

Lord of Leeds: Steals all food.

Anne: throws things at window.

WD: screams when Tom falls and WD catches him in time.

Lettie: calmly explains how to get out.

Philip: started fire because nobody listened to his talk on fire safety.

Continue this post with whatever else you think also happened.

[zoemonster200]

Guys.... I made some really bad Greatest Showman fanart.

[atomic-lullaby]

*steeples fingers* not only is this true BUT since they were all astronauts which are more or less considered extremely important people, they could possibly be considered worthy of cloning despite not being major historical figures (especially if we consider that some reoccurring clones are not majorly well known but are in some way unique compared to the average layman, like the clone of fedor jeftichew) so in conclusion yes can we put them in clone high thanks for cumming to my ted talk

The 60 parsecs characters are from the 50s so technically they could have clones in clone h *is shot dead in the street*

[empire-ofthe-wolf]

Halloween 2017

[alienahellsparkle]

favorite characters from movies and series №3

first row, from left to right: Maleficent (from Maleficent), Patience Phillips (from Catwoman), Roger Rabbit (from Who Framed Roger Rabbit?).

second row, from left to right: Jessica Rabbit (from Who Framed Roger Rabbit?), Chloe, Papi (from Beverly Hills Chihuahua).

tried row, from left to right: Delgado, Chloe and Papi’s children (from Beverly Hills Chihuahua), Sarah Sanderson (from Hocus Pocus).

first row, from left to right: Nettie (from The Color Purple), Neytiri (from Avatar), Florence and Mary Martin “aka The Albino Twins” (from The Greatest Showman).

second row, from left to right: Najla and Khaalida “aka The Voodoo Twins”, Anne Wheeler, Fedor Jeftichew/Walter “aka The Dog Boy” (from The Greatest Showman).

tried row, from left to right: Samson “aka The Albino Man”, Nala Damajanti/Pina Conti “aka The Snake Charmer” (from The Greatest Showman), Velma Kelly (from Chicago).

[sj-thefan]

III

I went to the circus every night that week.

By the fourth night, I had a permanently reserved seat, courtesy of Mr. Barnum. It was right in the front where I could see everything.

On the sixth night, Mr. Barnum introduced me to the cast after the show. They were all curious to meet the girl who came to their show every night.

I met the Bearded Lady first, but she preferred the name 'Lettie'. She was very kind and thanked me many times for coming to the show every night.

"I should be thanking you," I said. "You're the one who brightened up my ordinary world with your performance. I just watch."

She laughed and smiled at me. She resumed getting out of her costume while Mr. Barnum introduced me to some more people.

"Tom Thumb," he told me, "was the first to join the show." Mr. Barnum explained how he had seen Charles in a bank and a few days later offered him the job. "Tom here was the one who made this possible."

"Thanks, P.T." I admired Tom's uniform as he spoke. It was very well made and obviously custom, which probably made it very costly, but I doubt he knew that. It didn't seem like Mr. Barnum would talk about the cost of things very often.

Next, I met the Lord of Leeds, Fedor Jeftichew, and Prince Constantine. The Lord and Prince were playfully arguing while the dog boy stood info the middle turning his head to follow the speaker. When P.T. and I walked up, they stopped.

"Hey, Barnum!" Lord of Leeds said before he noticed me. "Well, if it isn't our greatest fan. It's nice to finally meet you!" He gripped my hand tightly as she shook it. He looked even bigger up close.

"Call me y/n."

"Forgive this buffoon," Prince Constantine playfully nudged the Lord out of the way as he grabbed my hand. "Prince Constantine," he leaned down and kissed my hand, "at your service."

I just giggled. Up close I could see each of his tattoos. They were mesmerizing. "I like your tattoos," I said. "They're beautiful."

"Why thank you y/n." He smiled at me before turning to the Lord of Leeds and sticking his tongue out.

Fedor had been watching us the entire time and once Prince Constantine had turned slightly away from me, he took the opening and grabbed my hand, shaking it wildly. He didn't say anything, just smiled.

I smiled back. "It's nice to meet you too."

The four men laughed and soon Fedor and I joined in.

Mr. Barnum introduced me to everyone else fairly quickly. There was Chang and Eng Bunker, the conjoined twins; Frank Lentini, the three-legged man; Jeff Harris, a juggler; and the Albino Twins. When I met the Irish Giant he almost fell on me. They were all captivating.

Eventually, Mr. Barnum said he had to go, something to do with his family. He said I could stay if I wanted but I politely declined.

I almost didn't meet the Wheeler siblings. It was when I was making my way out of the building when I ran into them.

I was startled at first and quietly apologized for running into them but once I realized who they were, I couldn't contain my excitement. "You're the trapeze acrobats!" I almost shouted. "You guys are awesome."

They both looked back at me, shocked filled their faces from what I said and from when I ran into them. They mumbled a thank you.

"I'm y/n, by the way. Y/n y/l/n." I held out my hand to them.

"Oh, you're our reserved seat," Anne realized. I could see them relax quite a bit then. "I'm Anne Wheeler," she shook my hand, "and this is my brother W.D."

I let go of her hand before shaking his as well. "It's an honour to meet you both. I could never do what you do." I didn't stop smiling.

I talked to them a while longer before realizing what time it was. I said a quick goodbye before I rushed back home.

"Where were you?" my mother asked when I walked through the door. Her small body was seated on a chair near the fire. Her old features were highlighted by the flame.

"I was at the circus," I stated confidently.

She scoffed at me. "You always get home at 8:30 when you go. It's nearly 10 o'clock. So again, where were you?"

"I was at the circus. I stayed afterwards to meet everyone."

Her eyes widened at my statement before she began shouting. "Y/n y/m/n y/l/n! I will not have you being friends with these creatures. It's bad enough you go watch their show every night, but to actually talk to them- "she took a deep breath," it is disgraceful."

"They are just people mother!" I yelled back at her.

"I will not have you place shame upon our family with this. If you continue, you will be disowned."

To say I was shocked would be a complete misunderstanding. I was furious! I turned from the woman who gave birth to me and walked to my room.

I couldn't understand her decision. Could she not see they were people? Was she so concerned with her own image that she couldn't be bothered with me? I had known she was conceited, but I never thought she would disown me because I wasn't.

The next morning, she was waiting in the kitchen for me.

"You have to leave." Her face showed no emotion.

"Pardon me?" I quietly questioned.

"I talked to your father and we agreed. People have already begun distancing themselves. You need to leave." Her voice was stern but her face remained free from emotion.

I could feel my eyes fill with sadness. A part of me had hoped she would change her mind, that she would put her daughter before her ego. But I was wrong.

"I've arranged a ride for you at 10 o'clock. You will leave then." With that, she rose from her seat and left.

I stared at her seat for a few moments. When I finally broke out of the trance I headed back to my room. I didn't eat anything, I wasn't hungry. The only thing I did that morning was pack.

I wouldn't give my mother the satisfaction of knowing I had nowhere to go, so I packed all my clothes and personal belongings and acted like I would be staying with a friend.

No one was around when I left. It was a good thing though. If I had seen my mother and father, I would have been alright, they kicked me out, but my brothers would probably be there and I couldn't face them.

I probably would have burst into tears if I saw them. I had wanted to take my brother's to the circus earlier in the week, but my parents had forbidden it. The boys didn't understand the world. Zachary was only six and would probably forget I ever existed, especially if my parents refuse to talk about their disgraceful ex-daughter. Thomas would probably remember me as a distant relative. He was ten so he might remember my face but not my name.

I hoped that Victor would help them remember me. He was seventeen though, and once he turns eighteen, he will join the army. That's what he's always wanted. To protect our country. Victor was my parents favorite. Even though I was two and a half years older, and always tried to be perfect, nothing I ever did was good enough, so eventually I stopped trying so hard. I know why he was their favorite. After they had me they wanted a boy, to carry on the y/l/n name. They tried and when my mother got pregnant, they were ecstatic.

At least until the accident.

She was about halfway through her pregnancy and I was still less than a year old. It was time for my nap and I was crying. My mom had left my room, but after half an hour of crying, she decided to come back and check on me. Usually, she would send the nurse she had hired to help her, but she had given her the day off, so my mother was alone with me.

My mother left the living room in a hurry to get to me upstairs. While climbing the stairs, she misstepped and tripped. She fell forwards and slid down the stairs, still on her belly.

She got up and seemed okay. When she continued her journey to my room, she carefully moved slower. When she got to my room, not five minutes later, I was asleep.

When they had an unexpected early birth, the baby was stillborn. It was a boy. They named him Albert and held a funeral for him.

It took them almost a year to get pregnant again, and when they did my mother put herself on bed rest. I didn't see her for nine months.

When Victor was born healthy, my parents were happy. My childhood was spent watching my parents coddle and praise him, while I studied in the library.

I've always suspected they resent and blame me for Albert's death. There is nothing I could have done about it. I was a baby. It wasn't my fault. But they would never admit their resentment, so I could never defend myself.

After I helped the steward put my bags on the back of the carriage I got in. The silence I sat in was interrupted by a question.

"Where am I headed today, miss?" the steward asked.

I hesitated. I had nowhere to go. All my friends were my friends because of my family. Without that, I was just another person they saw on the streets.

"Miss?"

"Yes, um- could you take me-," I thought back to what he said. "-Wait. Did you say today? Do I have you for the entire day?"

"Yes, ma'am," he beamed. "I am to take you wherever you wish to go today. Mrs. Y/l/n wants you to go however far you wish. I assume I will have to pick you up tomorrow, though."

She hadn't told him. I assumed she wouldn't tell anyone until I was out of the city, but where did she expect me to go.

"In that case, could you take me to the library for now. I'll tell you where to take me after I'm done there." My best thinking was done in the library. I could always find a solution when I'm at the library, and now I needed one more than ever.

"Don't fail me now," I mumbled as the carriage began to move.

I had been at the library for almost two hours, going back and forth between thinking and reading the book in front of me.

I still hadn't come up with a place I could go. I couldn't go to an old friend, they probably wouldn't take me in, given I've been disowned and such. I no longer had any family to go to either. My only option would be to find a place of my own. I had saved up some cash but not a lot. It would have to be a cheap place.

Now I was in the midst of deciding what to do. It was Sunday, so I couldn't check the paper. I would have to look tomorrow. For now, I didn't know what to do or where to stay.

I needed a little happiness to brighten up my dull and dreary day. So I left the library and told the steward to take me to the greatest place to be.

After stopping at a local fruit stand, I headed to my destination. I got to P.T. Barnum's Circus a little after 1. The show was supposed to start at 2 o'clock today, so the building was open now.

"Hello, Mr. Barnum!" I called to the man as he was running around.

He stopped when he heard the sound of my voice. When his eyes met mine, his lips turned into a brilliant grin. I was already happier.

"Miss y/n. I wasn't expecting you until a little later," he handed off the box in his hands to one of the stagehands and mumbled some instructions before turning back towards me and taking a step forward. "Not that I don't enjoy seeing you!"

I smiled back at him and took some steps to meet him halfway. "Just some family trouble, so I thought I'd come early."

His smile faltered slightly. "Is everything alright?"

"Not really, but it's nothing to concern yourself with," I attempted to reassure him.

His smile was gone, replaced with a look of worry. "Are you sure? If there's anything I can do to help, I want to do it. You were my first customer and a daily regular to the show, I want to help if I can."

"I'm afraid there's nothing you can do," I mumbled before slowly adding, "unless you know a place that's cheap and looking for tenants."

"Your parents kicked you out!?" he was almost yelling. "Why?"

"Because apparently associating with nice, kind, and amazingly wonderful people is the wrong kind of people." I was starting to get angry now too. "They wanted me to follow societies rules, but I won't abandon anyone because they are weird or different. It's not right."

Mr. Barnum looked slightly shocked at my stern voice. I had never been anything other than happy when I was here. I was surprised he recovered so quickly, but his smile was back faster than it disappeared.

"Well-" he didn't get to finish because his wife, Charity Barnum, and their daughters, Caroline and Helen, walked in, laughing and smiling.

"Daddy!" Helen yelled as she ran to her father.

He picked her up. "Hello! How has your day been?"

"It was great. We went to a bakery and got cupcakes and we ate them, then we went to a park and played with the pond ducks, then Caroline and I played tag, and then we saw a dog, and-"

"Don't forget to tell him about the boutique," Charity added.

"Can I tell him, mom?" Caroline asked excitedly.

Charity nodded at her daughter.

"We went to that boutique with all the ballet stuff and we saw the prettiest dress ever. It was pink and had a silk bow," she had her eyes closed as she pictured the dress. "But it was too big," she sighed. "So mommy said that when I'm bigger I could get it."

Hey, I know you," Helen said quizzically.

"Girls, this is y/n. The shows greatest fan!" Mr. Barnum stated proudly.

"Hi," I looked at the little girl, still in Mr. Barnum's arms. "You gave me a flyer at the train station. And I've been here almost every night."

"Oh..." she sighed knowingly. "Well, I'm Helen! And that's my sister," she pointed to the other girl, "Caroline. And my mom's name is Charity."

We all smiled at the little girl. "Thank you for the introductions, Miss Helen," I exclaimed. She giggled.

"I was just about to tell y/n that she would be staying with us until she finds a place." He gave his wife a serious look that he didn't think I saw.

"Oh, of course," she quickly said turning her attention from her husband to me. "It would be lovely to have you."

"Yeah, it would be fun," Caroline added.

"No, it's okay. I don't want to intrude." I gave them a half-smile.

"No y/n. I insist." I knew Mr. Barnum wouldn't give up. So I conceded.

"Alright," I agreed.

"Yay!" Caroline and Helen both began yelling and jumping around excitedly.

"Oh-" Helen stopped suddenly. "You can come to see Caroline's ballet tonight!"

So that was why the circus show was happening early today. I smiled as Caroline added, "yeah!"

I looked to P.T. to make sure it was okay. He nodded at me, his smile filling his face.

"I would love to!" I smiled at the girls.

"Y/N!!" Lettie called. "You're here super early. The show doesn't start for another forty-something minutes." She was seated on the floor with Tom Thumb. Anne, W.D. and Prince Constantine sat on various objects surrounding them. They all wore looks of shock and happiness.

"I just couldn't stay away," I joked with them, even though it was kind of true.

"Well," Anne began. "I'm glad you're here." She got up and walked towards me, a large grin covering her face. "You can help me with my wig. W.D. can never get it right."

I heard him groan from behind her. As he did, Anne and the other cast members burst into laughter.

I watched the show from backstage that night. I had helped some of the cast get ready and in return, they asked me to stay backstage for the show. In between the acts, I would talk to each person about how they did. They were all awesome!

When Anne and W.D. finished their solo act, I chatted with them and made sure Anne's wig was properly situated while we waited for the last act to begin. It was a big group number, with all the cast singing and dancing. They ended their show with this song every night; The Greatest Show.

I watched as everyone began getting in their positions. "Good luck!" I whispered to those I passed as I moved out of the way. They sent grateful smiles in my direction.

As the music started, P.T. moved to the middle of the stage.

"Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for."

I stomped my feet with the cast and some of the crowd who had seen it before.

"Been searching in the dark, your sweat soaking through the floor."

We stomped again.

"And buried in your bones there's an ache that you can't ignore; taking your breath, stealing your mind" The cast started to move forward. "And all that was real is left behind."

I smiled as they began running forward to join P.T.

"Don't fight it, it's coming for you, running at ya. It's only this moment, don't care what comes after. Your fever dream, can't you see it getting closer. Just surrender 'cause you feel the feeling taking over. It's fire, it's freedom, it's flooding open. It's a preacher in the pulpit and you'll find devotion. There's something breaking at the brick of every wall. It's holding all that you know,"

"So tell me do you wanna go?" I sang with them. I caught Lettie, Anne, Constantine, Tom, and P.T. smile when they heard me.

As they kept singing, I did too, but my focus switched between watching the cast and watching Caroline and Helen dance. They got everything right.

The song finished with a standing ovation like it always did. As they ran off stage, I met them in the back.

"You guys were awesome!" I happily said.

They all said their thanks as they passed by to get undressed but a few stayed to talk with me.

"Y/n!" I heard P.T. shout. I turned to face the giddy man. "How did you like it?"

"It was spectacular! Just as amazing, if not slightly better, than the nights before." A smile still covered my face.

"Brilliant!" he boasted. "I'll be just a minute, but then we need to head over to the theatre for Caroline's ballet."

Mr. Barnum had instructed Charity and his daughters to go ahead of us, so Caroline could get ready. When we got there, the place was crowded. I hoped I wouldn't be seen by anyone I knew. It would be awkward for both of us.

Charity and Helen had saved us seats with them in the fifth row. I watched the ballet and when Caroline came on stage, I noticed P.T. had a large smile on his face. It was the same large smile he wore during his performances, one filled with amazement and wonder.

I focused back on Caroline's performance. She was very good. Her smile was bright and covered her face. Her movements were precise and confident. As someone who had spent her childhood in ballet classes, I could tell she was very talented.

After all the group's had preformed, P.T., Charity, Helen and I waited in the lobby for Caroline to come out so we could congratulate her.

The noise level increased as a group of people came out of the theatre. I recognized several of the members but in the centre of the group was a man I hadn't seen in two years. Phillip Carlyle.

His brown hair was neatly hidden under his hat. He was laughing at something one of the many women around him had said, but his blue eyes were lacking their usual shine, despite the smile on his face.

"Hey, sweetie, who is that young man over there?" I heard P.T ask Charity from behind me. I turned and followed his eye line. He was referring to Phillip.

"That is Phillip Carlyle," Charity answered. "A bit of a scandal, they say. - His last play was a hit in London."

"- Play? Pay good money to watch people stand around and talk for two hours, and they call me a con man."

Phillip and I had been friends when we were younger. I always thought my mother would try to marry me off to the Carlyle boy, but once I stopped trying to please her, she turned her attention to other things. Then Phillip was sent away to school when we were 16 and we hadn't talked since, although I had heard many stories of his various romantic escapades.

I glanced over at P.T. and saw his signature look of wonder. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking.

I saw his face suddenly morph into sadness. I followed his eyes. They were watching Caroline approach some members of her ballet group. As I watched, the girls said something I couldn't hear before walking away from Caroline. It was disturbing to see her treated horribly.

As Caroline approached our group, I noticed P.T. and Charity had been talking.

"-shouldn't have to," P.T. was saying. Their conversation had finished when Caroline arrived.

I gave Caroline a hug and told her she was great. In return, she sent me a half-smile.

As we were walking to the carriage, P.T. was praising Caroline. "I can see it right now. 'Youngest prima ballerina in the history of the City ballet,'" he was saying.

"- I'm quitting," Caroline bluntly stated shocking all of us, P.T. especially.

"-What? Why would you quit?"

"I started too late. I will never catch up."

"Carol-" I started but was interrupted by the oldest Barnum.

"Caroline, you were the best dancer on that stage," P.T. said. "What? Do you think I can't spot talent?" P.T. replied to her eye roll.

"Ballet takes years of hard work. It's not like the circus. You can't just fake it." Caroline rushed towards the carriage, leaving P.T. standing with his mouth slightly opened in shock.

I continued my walk, certain that the reason Caroline wanted to quit was because of those girls, not her lack of experience.

When we reached the mansion, Caroline went straight to her room. I was shown the guest room by Charity who hurried away to calm her husband.

I had difficulty drifting off to sleep that night. My mind was preoccupied with thoughts of my family, Phillip, and Caroline. Why was life so difficult?

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Semper ad meliora

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2vsBAVU

by Taimane

Title meaning: Always towards better things.

Phillip's life is levelled after a horribly embarrassing encounter with his parents and his old socialite acquaintances at the Winthrop's annual summer ball.

Words: 8337, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Greatest Showman (2017)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Phillip Carlyle, Mr. Carlyle (The Greatest Showman), Mrs. Carlyle (The Greatest Showman), Mr. Winthrop, Mrs. Winthop, P. T. Barnum, Charity Barnum, Helen Barnum, Caroline Barnum, Anne Wheeler, W.D. Wheeler, Lettie Lutz, Charles "Tom Thumb" Stratton, Fedor "Dog Boy" Jeftichew, The Circus Troupe, Prince Constantine (The Greatest Showman)

Relationships: Charity Barnum/P. T. Barnum, Phillip Carlyle/Anne Wheeler, P. T. Barnum & Phillip Carlyle

Additional Tags: Phillip Carlyle Needs a Hug, Hurt Phillip Carlyle, Suicide Attempt, Hurt/Comfort

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2vsBAVU

[stilldanytrash]

Guys, I need more fanart of the Albino Twins from the Greatest Showman. There's so much good art of all the main characters, but what about the minor characters? The Twins? The African-American man, the one with the white dreadlocks who's often with the Twins (who's names are Mary and Florence Martin, in case anyone wanted to know), or more of the other characters, like those beautiful African dancers? Here's a list of the minor members of the Show, the ones I would LOVE to see more art of (though I ABSOLUTELY LOVE Ann Wheeler);

Florence and Mary Martin, the Albino Twins

The Three Legged Man

Chang and Eng Bunker, the Siamese Twins

Fedor Jeftichew, Dog Boy

The Albino African-American man, who's normally in a picture with Mary and Florence.

[historycoolkids]

Fedor Jeftichew aka Jo-Jo the Dog-Faced Boy was a Russian sideshow performer who signed a contract with P.T. Barnum, who brought him to the United States in 1884, when he was sixteen. (at Saint Petersburg, Russia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpHxJOYDoUQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1w9h7tuw4zj8c

[mateushonrado]

Voltron Greatest Showman AU

Status Post #1052

*Coran Smythe as P.T. Barnum

*Keith Kogane as Phillip Carlyle

*Luxia as Charity Barnum

*Honerva as Jenny Lind

*Allura as Anne Wheeler

*Zethrid as Lettie Lutz

*Klaizap as Charles Stratton

*Lance McClain as W. D. Wheeler

*Katherine "Katie" Holt as Caroline Barnum

*Ezor as Helen Barnum

*Kolivan as James Gordon Bennett

*Acxa as Deng Yan

*Rolo as Mr. O'Malley

*Sven Holgersson and Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane as Chang and Eng Bunker

*Nyma and Florona as the albino dancers

*Sal as The Lord of Leeds, The Huge Man

*Thace as Prince Constantine, The Tattooed Man

*Ulaz as Fedor Jeftichew, The Dog Boy

*Hunk Garrett as the bartender

[nlcsjejulibrary]

Skeleton Man - A History of the ‘Freak Show’

A two for one double edition of library news today.  If Hispanic Day wasn’t enough we were treated to a brilliant lunchtime lecture by Mr Tipney (on behalf of the History Society) on the rise and fall of the Victorian freak show and the prevailing ethical, social, and scientific conditions that pre-empted the very first global celebrities.  Some might argue very little has changed in the OK! and Hello! magazine culture of the present day.  Be that as it may, the entrepreneurial spirit of PT Barnum and the ‘careers’ of the likes of the Feejee Mermaid, Tom Thumb, Zip the Pinhead, Fedor Jeftichew, and the mighty Skeleton Man provided the basis for a fascinating peek into changing social attitudes in the Victorian era and the ancestry of the Tipney clan.  Many thanks Mr T.

[natphimimt2-blog]

P.T. Barnum - Freak Show

During the 1800s, Phineas Taylor Barnum – better known as “P.T. Barnum” – became famous as “The Great American Showman.” Barnum specialized in displaying odd and intriguing attractions to audiences who were eager to pay to see something out of the ordinary.

Leopold Kahn Oddity: Dwarfism Prince Randian Oddity: Totally Limbless Fedor Jeftichew Oddity: Excessive Facial Hair Schlitzie Oddity: Microcephaly Kate Brumbach Oddity: Exceptional Strength Frank Lentini Oddity: Had Three Legs

[philiployd-author]

(via Fedor Jeftichew)