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directactionforhope · 3 months ago

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Late notice but

Today 10/5 is an international day of action protesting one year of the Gaza genocide!

Find a protest near you today or tomorrow 10/6! If you're in the US, look at the links below, from the US Campaign for Palestinian Rights!

October 5, 2024

Note: Tumblr has capped the number of outgoing links you can use in one post. Go to the USCPR link above and click on a protest for a flyer/organizer info for each and every one of these events.

Albany, NY | 4:30PM Dana Park

Albuquerque, NM | 2PM Robinson Park

Amherst, MA | Amherst Town Common

Anchorage, AK | 2PM Townsquare Park

Atlanta, GA | 2PM 190 Marietta SW

Austin, TX | 1PM Austin City Hall

Birmingham, AL | 2PM Victoria Square

Blacksburg, VA | 3PM Pylons

Boston, MA | 2PM Cambridge City Hall

Burlington, VT | 1PM Battery Park

Charleston, SC | 2PM Marion Square Park

Chicago, IL | 2PM Water Tower Park

Cleveland, OH | 3PM 11804 Lorain Ave

Columbus, OH | 2PM Goodale Park

Corvallis, OR | 12 NOON County Courthoue

Dallas, TX | 12PM The Grassy Knoll

Denver, CO | 12PM 400 Josephine St

Detroit, MI | 2PM 5 Woodward Ave, Detroit

Dover, DE | 12 NOON 250 Gateway S Blvd

Fort Myers, FL | 6PM Centennial Park

Gainseville, FL | 2PM City Hall

Honolulu, HI | 11AM Ala Moana & Atkinson

Houston, TX | 2PM Houston City Hall

Indianapolis, IL | 2PM Lugar Plaza

Kansas City | 1PM Mill Creek Park

Kona, HI | 12:30PM Old airport by the skating rink

Las Vegas, NV | 2PM 3449 S Sammy Davis Jr Dr

Little Rock, AK | 4PM 1200 Main St

Los Angeles, CA | 2PM Pershing Square

Louisville, KY | 3PM Water Front Park

Maui, HI | 11AM Kapuka’ulua (Baldwin Beach)

Memphis, TN | 2PM City Hall

Miami, FL | 5PM Torch of Friendship

Milwaukee, WI | 2PM Zedler Union Square Park

Missoula, MT | 7PM 200 W Broadway

Nashville, TN | 2PM Centennial Park

New York, NY | 2PM Times Square

New Haven, CT | 1PM New Haven Green

New Orleans, LA | 5PM Congo Square

Ottawa, Ontario | 2PM Parliment Hill

Orlando, FL | 4PM Orlando City Hall

Pensacola, FL | 5PM Palafox & Gregorary St.

Pittsburgh, PA | Film screening, 3PM 100 S Commons St.

Portland, ME | 5PM Monument Square

Portland, OR | 3PM Unthank Park

Providence, RI | 3PM RI State House steps & 5:30PM 1 Finance Way

Raleigh, NC | 3PM Moore Square

Rochester, NY | 1PM MLK Park

Sacramento, CA | 2PM West steps of the Capitol

Salt Lake City, UT | 2PM 125 S State St

San Antonio, TX | 1PM Travis Park

San Diego, CA | 2:00PM 1600 Pacific Highway

Seattle, WA | 2PM TBA, with car caravans from Spokane, Pasco, Ellensburg

St. Louis, MO | Liberation weekend, 9AM-8PM 475 East Lockwood Ave

Tampa, FL | 2PM Bank of America Plaza

Toronto, Ontario | 2PM Yonge Dundas Square

Urbana, IL | 2PM 101 E Main St

Ventura, CA | 2PM 501 Poli St

Washington, DC | 4PM White House

West Plains, MO | 12 NOON Downtown Square

Wichita, KS | 12:30PM Spirit Aerosystems

October 6, 2024

Amityville, NY | 1PM LIRR

Boston, MA | 1PM Boston Common

Green Bay, WI | 5:30PM Leicht Memorial Park

Los Angeles, CA | Vigil, 6:30PM Echo Park Lake

Minneapolis, MN | 1:30PM Gateway Park Fountain

Ontario, CA | 1PM Euclid & C St

Paterson, NJ | 2PM Palestine Way with Gould Avenue

Roanoke, VA | Vigil, 6PM Heights Community Church courtyard

San Diego, CA | 4PM Centro Cultural de La Raza

San Francisco, CA | 1PM 16th & Valencia

San Jose, CA | 12 NOON City Hall

St. Louis, MO | 1PM Choteau Park

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coquette2004 · 2 months ago

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Hi!! Thank you for the tag, beloved Sheep!

Now, for my hear me out cake, one person on it would DEFINITELY be Mary Queen of Scots! She and Queen Victoria were the first two historical figures I was drawn to so a hear me out cake wouldn't be the same without them.

I'm also putting our beloved Charles II, Catherine of Braganza and Nell Gwynne in the cake as well. Why not? I love them so much.

And Rochester and Monmouth as well. Now just crazy Stuart men.

You all obviously know a hear me out cake wouldn't be a hear me out cake without my dear (controversial) James II. The man is now fully integrated into my brain and my soul, haha.

Stupid man with his stupid face and stupid wig and unhinged sexual energy. Alongside those damn legs.

They're beautiful. He's beautiful.

I can't live without him.

Then his wives, Anne Hyde and darling Maria. And Louisa Maria.

I love them.

And then umm, Mary II and William III (Sheep won't want me to steal William but I will anyways) and Anne and George.

Alongside Shrewsbury!

So there you have it. A very crowded hear me out cake.

Tagging @acrossthewavesoftime, @vintagedolce @culpepers-wife and @lavenderrosiefan.

And anyone else who wants to join. :⁠-⁠)

Calling history nerds 🚨🚨🚨

Which historical figure(s) would you put on your hear me put cake?

I would put Thaddeus Kosciuszko and Ulysses S Grant on ofc :) (They can also be someone just for goofiness)

hear me out cake example:

Tag people!!! @allysah @tommy-288 @tompoose @maip--macrothorax @rosemeriwether @pranklinfierce @chaotic-history and everyone else :)

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hometoursandotherstuff · 8 months ago

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Why didn't this castle I posted so long ago sell? It's basically one of the only homes I've posted that actually looks like a castle inside. 1990 build in Rochester, MI, 5bds, 7ba, $2.2M.

Simulated drawbridge entrance.

It's absolutely fit for royalty, isn't it?

Isn't it stunning?

Beautiful sitting/dining room.

The home office could also be a library. It has a beautiful fireplace and a loft. And, look at the coffered ceiling.

It has a great room with a fireplace.

Lovely kitchen off the great room. You could really put a dining table in there.

Such an opulent mezzanine.

Very large primary with a terrace.

Incredible en-suite.

Check out the trap door in this bedroom.

It leads down to this room. This large bedroom also has a terrace and a fireplace.

Down the castle stairs to the mead hall.

Beautiful bar, stained glass, and fireplace.

There's also a pool room down here.

And, a pretty powder room.

The cars are housed in a garage that has a little village street and starlit sky.

Stairs to the wine cellar.

Has locked cabinets and a tasting table.

This home is done right- it's a very well-designed build.

It's on 6.25 acres and really looks like a European castle.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2009-Victoria-Hl-Rochester-MI-48306/24364811_zpid/

#castles #castle homes #mansions #estates #houses #house tours #home tour

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goldencherriess · 1 year ago

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Incandescent || Chapter one.

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N receives a very strange letter.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: slight angst, Hagrid being his lovely self

Series masterlist || Main masterlist

The letter came unannounced.

On her 11th birthday, Y/N was awakened by the sound of tapping against the window. Her eyelids fluttered against the pristine, white pillow case (it still smelled like detergent from the night before) and she blinked against the warm sunlight. The sight greeting her woke her up instantly. A majestic barn owl was blinking at her, hooting in the air, its wings flapping as if to get her attention. A letter on a string was attached to its left, slender leg. Y/N rubbed her eyes, not really believing what she was seeing. Impatient, the owl, once again, tapped the window with its beak.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!”

Y/N hurled the duvet off her body, a million needles piercing her bare shoulders now that the cold wind swamped her up. She opened the window and the owl settled itself on her bedpost, sticking its leg to her. “Is this for me?” Y/N asked, suddenly aware that an owl was in her room. In response, the owl blinked at her and flapped its wings impatiently. “Alright, don’t make too much noise! My parents are still asleep and I don’t want to get into trouble. Today is my birthday, you see. And-” her voice died in her throat when she finally read what was written on the letter.

A scarlet seal was gleaming against the first rays of sunshine and a string of cursive letters were gazing back at her in emerald ink.

Miss Y/I L/N

The bright bedroom on the second floor

16, Victoria Street,

Rochester

Kent

In a flash her eyes were wide like saucers and she raised her head to look into the owl’s. “Who’s this from? You know, don’t you?”

The owl hooted before starting to pick at its feathers out of boredom. Y/N turned the letter around, and she read outloud what was written on the other side.”Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Magic? But there’s no such thing as magic, is there?” Just as she said it, a boom was heard all around the house, the door from her bedroom shaking in its hinges.

Turning on her heels, still gripping the letter, she raced out of the room and down the stairs, passing the family photos hung on the walls, all the way to the front door. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her. An eleven feet, bearded man was struggling to go through the front, cherrywood door. “Hello there!”

“Hi”, replied Y/N meekly, turning to look if her parents were awakened by the commotion.

With a few more grunts, the man managed to enter the hallway, his back hunched and the door crooked. “There we go. Sorry abou’ tha’. Quite a small door, isn’ it?”.

Y/N blinked up at him, his tall figure blocking the sunlight from entering through the door window. She would have said that the door was quite the right size, big enough for her, and surely big enough for her father who was the tallest man she had ever met up until that moment, but her voice was stuck somewhere in her throat.

A hoot travelled down the stairs and the barn owl flew down, coming to a rest on the bearded man’s shoulder. Chuckling, his eyes wrinkled and he peered down at Y/N. “Ah, yeh musta received the letter already! Great news, eh?”

Y/N glanced down at the wrinkled letter in her sweaty hands, before she gazed up at the stranger. “Is it you who sent it?”

The man’s smile dropped suddenly, his eyebrows hiding in his bushy hair. “Me? Merlin’s beard, no! I’m on’y gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall sends the letters under the supervision o’ professor Dumbledore, one o’ the greatest wizards o’ all time. But your aunt and uncle have told yeh all ‘bout tha’, haven’ they?”

Y/N opened her mouth in confusion, but the sound of steps coming down the stairs stopped any word from coming out of it. A very dishevelled, night coat wearing mother and a barely awake, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the windows, father stopped at the bottom of the stairs. “Sweetheart, why aren’t you in bed? It’s still very early-”

“Good mornin’!” greeted the stranger in a thick, but cheery voice.

For a split second, Y/N thought that her mother recognized the stranger in their hallway, but as fast as the sparkle of familiarity came in her eyes, it disappeared. She turned to look at her father, who still seemed to be asleep.

“Good morning. Uh, I’m sorry, who are you?” asked her father in a gruff, morning voice.

“Oh, where are me manners? Me name’s Rubeus Hagrid, gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Came here ter talk ter your niece, o’ course. The time has come, if yeh get wha’ I mean” winked Hagrid joyfully.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, turning to look at her mother. “What is he talking about?”

“Yer a witch, Y/N.”

Upon hearing this string of words, Y/N stilled, only turning her gaze onto the bushy haired man. He was grinning, and she would have smiled back if it weren’t for the shock overtaking her body, freezing it. The room was quiet, beside the owl hooting calmly on Hagrid’s shoulders. “I’m a what?”

“A witch. And a bloody good one at that. Yer the L-”

“No! She doesn’t need to know yet. She’s too young,” interrupted her mother.

A gasp escaped Y/N’s lips. “You knew?!”

Her mother’s eyes softened, and she took a step towards her daughter. “We suspected it. You were too different from the other kids in the neighbourhood.”

“It became clear when you made it rain in the kitchen,” her father added, now wide awake.

Y/N remembered the incident. Vividly. She remembered feeling confused and angry, and then droplets of water hit her forehead and hair. Her parents blamed it on faulty piping, but she didn’t dismiss it that easily. Not when more accidents like that one continued to occur.

“But, there’s no such thing as magic, is there?” she said in a quiet voice, her mind still trying to make sense of it all.

“O’ course it does! Watch this!” replied Hagrid.

He raised his pink umbrella, of which Y/N was taking notice for the first time, to the statuette, and a golden light flashed. It hit the porcelain shepherd boy her mother bought a few years back from a vintage fair. In a flurry of life, the boy smiled at her, and his legs started moving on their own accord, as much as the Irish would. Y/N’s face lit up, her eyes widening in wonder. She turned to look at Hagrid, who was already looking at her, a mischievous twinkle in his gaze. “How’d you do that?!” she questioned him.

He laughed. “Yeh’ll get ter learn at Hogwarts. It would be wise not mention anyone 'bout this. I'm not allowed ter do magic, especially not in front o' Muggles.”

“Muggles?” furrowed Y/N.

“Non-magic folk.”

“But then…” She turned to her parents. “How did you know?”

Her mother suddenly turned white as a sheet. She put her arms around herself. “My brother… he was one.”

Confusion settled once again in Y/N’s heart. She never heard her mother speak of a brother before. There was never one in the family photographs. No videos of him. No letters. She never knew she even had an uncle. It seemed as though he was a taboo. Never to be mentioned, never to be brought up. Never to be remembered.

Hagrid’s thick voice cut through the heavy silence. “What, she don' know? Yeh never told her?! Arthur was a hero! An' yeh haven' told her 'bout 'im? Wha' abou’ Aurora, yeh haven' told her 'bout her either?”

Her mother turned red in the face. Y/N remembered the times when a lousy neighbour would try to pry in and her mother would turn red just as now, before resorting to yelling. Y/N braced herself for what was to come.

“I couldn’t! You must understand, she was too young, still is-”

“She deserves ter know the truth!”

“I was too afraid to tell her!”

“Tell me what?” inquired Y/N timidly.

The silence that followed settled heavily on the girl’s shoulders. She watched her mother carefully, trying to see through her. She was met with nothing. The warm light was now blinding her and she turned to look at the shepherd boy, who stopped dancing a long time ago. The answer came to her instantly when she caught sight of the photograph on the mantelpiece, near the porcelain statuette. It was taken on her 9th birthday, when no one she had invited came, no kids from school, no kids from happy-go-lucky families in the neighbourhood. She was bearing a crooked smile, missing a front tooth. Her mother on one side, holding the chocolate, love-made cake, her father on the other side, holding her by the shoulders. His glasses were slightly crooked, her fault, as she loved to play with him. A happy family. An innocent lie. She now realised she didn’t look like her mother, nor like her father. “I’m not a Fletcher?” she said in disbelief, her voice barely a whisper.

She heard Hagrid shift on his toes on the handmade carpet, a rather hoarse murmur travelling to her ears. “I shouldn' have said tha'...”

“Of course you’re still a Fletcher,” said her aunt, her wrinkly hand coming to rest on Y/N’s shoulder. “Just as I always will be your aunt and just as Henry will always be your uncle. But before everything and above all, you are your father’s daughter. Arthur’s.” She turned Y/N around, now peering into her eyes. “And when the time is right, I will tell you everything.”

A sadness was swirling in Y/N’s eyes and she had to blink against the tears to meet her aunt’s gaze. She nodded her head before casting her gaze onto the wrinkled letter in her hand.

“Tha’s for yeh. Open it,” urged Hagrid, smiling down to her.

With shaky hands, she tore off the scarlet, crimson seal and took out the aged, yellowish paper.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear miss L/N,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find an enclosed list of all of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than 31st July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

To say she was trembling was an understatement. She was in disbelief, little shock waves raising her neck hair on end. Despite that, though, a surge of excitement was travelling through her body like a warm liquid, all the way to her heart and she found herself grinning. She raised her gaze and looked at Hagrid.

“Told yeh,” he simply said, returning her grin.

She laughed, before making eye contact with her aunt. “And dad was also a wizard? Mum too?”

Her aunt only nodded, her eyes full of unspoken words and emotion.

“We'll have ter get your school books an' equipment, o' course. All the bes' stuff are found on Diagon Alley. I shall take yeh there meself, Dumbledore's orders.”

Y/N could almost jump up and down in excitement. “When?”

“Tomorrow is as good as any,” replied Hagrid winking. “Oh, I almost forgot!” He searched his pockets before he pulled out a small present. He handed it to Y/N and she took it with an inquiring look.

Whatever was inside, was poorly wrapped. The wrapping paper was split in some places and wrinkled all around, but she could tell it was made with love and care. She pulled on the string and a small, handmade pair of earrings fell onto her hands. Made with baby pinecones, still green, the earrings shined against her face. “I used slug slime fer the shine, the bes' glitter. Unless yeh use unicorn blood, but we don' do tha' here,” explained Hagrid, anxiously watching her.

She only grinned, choosing to wear them proudly. “Thanks, Hagrid. I love them.”

She could swear she saw the giant, bubbly man blush. “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

Happy birthday, indeed.

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A/N: Here's the first chapter of my very very long Harry Potter journey (yes, I'm planning to do all the seven years, I shall have patience)! This boy does not get enough love and I'm here to write some for him.

Thank you so much for reading! Any kind of feedback is very much appreciated! If you'd like to be added to my main tag list or the series tag list, drop a comment or send me an ask!

Lots and lots of love xx

Main tag list: @bohemianrhapsody86 @andreead

#harry potter x reader #harry potter x fem!reader #harry potter x you #reader insert #harry potter #fluff #angst #fanfic writing #masterlist #my writing #laura writes

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reality-detective · 1 year ago

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝟯𝟵 𝗟𝗮𝘄𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 (𝗧𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗔𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗔𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘀)

1. Ruben Gallego

2. Debbie Lesko

3. Tony Cardenas

4. Anna Eshoo

5. Barbara Lee

6. Grace F. Napolitano

7. Katie Porter

8. Adam Schiff

9. Ken Buck

10. Lisa Blunt Rochester

11. Jim Banks

12. Victoria Spartz

13. John Sarbanes

14. David Trone

15. Dan Kildee

16. Elissa Slotkin

17. Dean Phillips

18. Andy Kim

19. Brian Higgins

20. George Santos

21. Dan Bishop

22. Jeff Jackson

23. Bill Johnson

24. Brad Wenstrup

25. Earl Blumenauer

26. Colin Allred

27. Michael C. Burgess

28. Kay Granger

29. Sheila Jackson Lee

30. Abigail Spanberger

31. Jennifer Wexton

32. Derek Kilmer

33. Alex Mooney

34. Joe Manchin

35. Tom Carper

36. Mike Braun

37. Ben Cardin

38. Mitt Romney

39. Debbie Stabenow

- Ezra A. Cohen

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #news

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blondiest · 10 months ago

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this being said, milwaukee is actually my personal second choice bc i fuck heavy with wisconsin. however here is a list of midwest cities that were not on that poll that i still like a lot

duluth MN

ann arbor MI (<- i got married here!)

des moines IA

madison WI

iowa city IA

FUCK I ALMOST FORGOT: ROCHESTER MN!!!

lots of ppl confused in the tags as to why detroit is second. it's because that place fucks. next question

#blondiepost #if any of my mutuals are near rochester. go eat at victorias 4 me

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tortoisesshells · 14 days ago

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for the 2024 fic writing in review: 5, 6, 23, 30 !

5. What ships captured your heart?

My ship of the year is absolutely Roger Collins/Victoria Winters/Burke Devlin. What if Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester and Jay Gatsby/Ahab/Edmond Dantes/Heathcliff had problems in a quasi-feudal cannery and fishing town in mid-century Maine?

6. What characters captured your heart?

Honestly, most of the original crew of DS. Feel like pure shit just want them (alive, with their original characterizations) back on my goofy little gothic horror soap opera.

23. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

In terms of reaction, it was getting a comment or two on the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams to the extent of 'never contemplated the possibility this would work, but consider me intrigued' - but the most fun I had writing was, from that same fic, the dialogue: “I wish you’d stop winding Burke up,” she murmured. “He likes it,” Roger replied, working the clasp of her necklace for better access to her neck, “It’s beneficial for him – like sea air, or prunes.”

30. What would you like to write next year?

More DS, certainly? I complain constantly about missing the early era of the show, so I'd like to get back to that. My favorite thing to write has usually been - characters in their downtime? I know we talked about what Carolyn and Vicki would do at the movies, or how Vicki - raised in an orphanage in Manhattan in the 1950s! - learned how to drive and where on earth/how on earth she'd get a car if she's not borrowing one from the Collinses.

2024 In Review Writing Asks!

#ask meme #polkaknox talks #thank you for the ask kind friend!

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widowshill · 1 year ago

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r/v + loneliness.

102 / Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca, ch. 4 / 4 / 8 / Art Wallace, Shadows on the Wall / 603 / Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca, ch 4. / 473 / Richard Sherman, Demo: "Lovely, Lonely Man/Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Finale" / 2

#➤ roger collins & victoria winters. ┊ pain sometimes precedes pleasure，miss winters.#➤ edits & art. ┊ the evans cottage art gallery.#compilation tag #idk I have just been Thinking about this since that gifset lol.#‘I’ll blame it on you‚’ she says — because you are the one who has brought me here‚ she thinks #because she seems to anticipate even in their first meeting that she will play Eyre and he Rochester.#there had better be many more such tête-à-tête’s on the cliff side or she’ll be terribly disappointed !#[and not only cliffside proselytizing: barging into her room at all hours‚ chasing her around town‚ dragging her bodily into the drawing #room‚ and‚ occasionally on a good day‚ an actual genuine date or a meal sometime.]#Roger has –– in theory –– everything that she wants. a family‚ a home‚ a wife and child‚ history and ancestry! boy does he have that!#and yet he is terribly terribly alone in this well he has poisoned.#(from which‚ I might add‚ vicki drinks greedily.)#''What do you want out of life?'' when he's already achieved (or so it appears on the outside) the midcentury blazon of success:#a family‚ a well-to-do office position at which he really does nothing‚ a succession of american-made sports cars.#he may be separated from his wife but together‚ he and elizbeth and david and carolyn form a mimetic image of the nuclear family.#to which vicki is desperate to grasp onto‚ even in its most nightmarish form‚ whether or not she realizes that's why she stays.#but what does he want? he wants the same thing she wants. love and companionship. (that he hasn't yet ruined. that he can't stop ruining.)#she may not precisely understand his type of loneliness but she knows about loneliness among people. she's lived it.#and she knows too about ... a visceral loneliness pushing you to push people even further away (as in the childhood story she tells david).#so she sees through his fronts a lot of the time‚ whether they be a layer of charm‚ or terror. and boy does he hate that. being seen for #something real. where his actions matter and produce consequences. where feeling is real – good or bad.#the little governess and her capacity to find shadows to throw light on! whether they be locked chambers in the basement or the atria.

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cameoamalthea · 9 months ago

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Look at this house, it has secret passages and a mirror maze.

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have-you-been-here · 11 months ago

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Rochester, Victoria, Australia

#have you been here #poll #australia

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heavenlyhoundoom · 9 months ago

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The pasts of the next gen au parents.(part 2)

1.Willy grew up in Hayesville, North Carolina with his mom, Winifred, his dad, Jerry, his brothers, Walter and Wyatt, and his sisters, Wanda and Wendy(they're all weasels). Their childhood home looks like this.

2.Lisa grew up as an only child in Rochester, New York, with her mom, Felicia, and her dad, Harper(they're all lynxes). Her childhood home looks like this.

3.Tito grew up in Bernal, Mexico with his mom, Maria, his dad, Jonathan, and his little brother, El Chip. Their childhood home looks like this.

4.Toki grew up in Tokyo, Japan with her mom Kana, her dad, Bento, her brother, Riku, and her sisters Aiko and Yui. Their childhood home looks like this.

5.Knighty grew up in Edinburgh, Scotland with his mom, Grace, his dad, Marlow, his brothers, George and Louis, and his sisters, Penelope, Victoria, and Sophie. Their childhood home looks like this.

6.Sara grew up in Ithaca, New York with her Mom, Iris, her dad, Oscar, her brother, Stanley, and her sister, Tina. Their childhood home looks like this.

7.Cammy grew up in Tampa, Florida with her mom, Barbra, her dad, Christopher, and her brother, Jed. Their childhood home looks like this.

8.Arty grew up in New York City with his mom, Solène, his dad, Dylan(a different Dylan, obviously), and his older twin sister, Delilah.Their childhood apartment looks like this.

9.Gus grew up as an only child in Canandaigua, New York with his mom, Helga, and his dad, Liam(a different Liam, obviously). His childhood home looks like this.

10.Oakley grew up in Portland, Oregon with her mom, Elizabeth, her dad, Samuel, her brother, Ethan, and her sister, Caroline. Their childhood home looks like this.

11.Ozzie grew up in in Rochester, New York, with his mom, Eva, his dad, Jacob(a different Jacob, obviously), his brother, Owen, and his Sister, Olive. Their childhood home looks like this.