#Virginia de Winter

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US Vogue November 1, 1951

Sunny Harnett in a little black tuller silk taffeta ball gown. Long basque bodice belted at the waist; the skirt a shower of flat pleats. By Larry Aldrich. Tabarin stockings in “Sonyette” color. Faille bag by Virginia Art. Rhinestone choker necklace by Marvella.

Sunny Harnett dans une petite robe de bal noire en taffetas de soie Tuller. Long corsage basque ceinturé à la taille ; la jupe une pluie de plis plats. Par Larry Aldrich. Bas Tabarin teinte "Sonyette". Sac en faille par Virginia Art. Collier ras de cou en strass par Marvella.

Photo Frances McLaughlin Gill vogue archive

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Running in Circles | Chapter 12

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss, and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

A/N: I've done so horribly updating this story (and all the other ones) especially this year 🫣 but hope y'all enjoy

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Christmas had come and gone, and winter was in full swing in Virginia. And before anyone could process the holiday, it was New Year’s Eve.  

The bullpen at the BAU had slowly emptied after midday as they had been given the rest of the afternoon off to get ready for the FBI’s New Year’s Eve Celebration. They had been prompted to wear their best—from tuxes to long dresses. There were sure to be various eyecatchers regardless of the winter cold.  

(Y/N) had been finishing up with a stack of reports when she noticed she was the last one in the office, at least in the bullpen. Two offices still had their lights on. One was her father, who had been waiting for her to finish her work to take her home. The other was the ever-overworking unit chief.  

“Hey, I’ve got the last reports here,” (Y/N) said after knocking softly on Hotchner’s door. “Finished some of the ones de next week, too.”  

“That wasn’t necessary,” he replied. “You keep doing all this paperwork, and the team will leave it all to you next time.”  

“I wouldn’t really mind,” she chuckled. “Paperwork is relaxing.”  

“Definitely don’t let them hear you say that,” he laughed as he stood from his chair and slipped his coat on. “Especially Morgan. He’d be more than happy to let you relax with his work.”  

“You don’t have to tell me twice. I think I’ve done over half of his reports since I’ve been here. But don’t tell him I told you that.”  

“Your secret is safe with me,” Hotch chuckled. “You heading out now?”  

The man had crossed the room as he talked, stopping less than a foot away from (Y/N). He towered over her, staring intently into her eyes. His gaze never broke from hers, trying to speak something in a language she did not understand.  

“Y-yeah,” she croaked. “Just had that to finish, but I’m all done now.”  

“You need a ride? I’m leaving now, but I can wait for you.” 

“Oh, uh, well…”  

“Hey, kid, you ready?” David’s voice startled them apart, reminding them that not only were they not alone, but they were also at work. “Oh, Aaron. Didn’t know you were still here.”  

“Yeah, just leaving now,” he said after clearing his throat. “I guess I’ll see you both tonight.”  

“Of course you will!” Rossi smiled brightly. “Although I will miss out on a perfectly good Ardbeg Corryvreckan—this year’s world’s best single malt in the World Whiskies Awards. I guess it will have to wait until the year is new.”  

“You know tonight is not mandatory,” (Y/N) chuckled as the three of them walked out of Hotch’s office and toward the elevator. “You could still stay home and enjoy that whiskey—as long as you save some for me.” 

“And miss out on a chance to wear a tux? Absolutely not,” her father said. “And I can never pass out on a night of free food and drink. What better way to ring in the new year?”  

“Right, I forget rich people love free things,” the girl teased. “Not like you could afford a thousand nights like this one.”  

“It’s not about affording, kid,” he grinned. “It’s about opportunity. How do you think rich people stay rich?”  

“Well, then,” Hotch chuckled softly as the elevator stopped on his floor, “I’ll see you both tonight.”  

Father and daughter waited in silence for the doors to close, watching as their unit choked retreated through the parking lot. “I’ve been thinking of setting him up with someone,” David broke the silence, knocking the air out of (Y/N)’s lungs. “My friend Letty has a daughter just a few years younger than him. Her job is nowhere as exciting as ours, but he could use someone to ground him.”   

She swallowed her jealousy, knowing her father was only looking out for his friend. She couldn’t let him know how bad of an idea that was without admitting her undisclosed feelings. Instead, she simply smiled and said, “Don’t know how open he’d be to dating just yet, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to try.”  

“That’s the spirit, kid,” he chuckled. “I think I will give her a call. And maybe I’ll see what's around for you, too.”  

(Y/N) didn't care to be set up with anyone, but it couldn't hurt to keep her options open. Whatever game she was playing with Hotch could not survive the long run. At some point, he would either reciprocate her feelings or break her heart. Either choice would complicate things between them, but only one was the outcome she wanted. But it wasn't like she could tell her father about that. She couldn't confess just how in love she was with his old friend and their boss. Not only was it highly unprofessional but it would definitely raise a lot of eyebrows, not to mention that it would throw a wrench right in the middle of their team.  

Much like she had done for years, she swallowed down her emotions and splattered on a bright smile for her father. It was a night of celebration--the coming of the new year. Instead of focusing on a love that might never come, she turned her attention to the festivities ahead. Like many years before, David had hired a stylist and a glam squad for her daughter, even if she had told him time and time again that she didn't really care for that. And just like every year before, he smiled and said, “Maybe this year will be different.” It never was, but it didn't hurt to say. 

By the time five o’clock rolled around, (Y/N) didn’t recognize herself. Even though she had gotten her hair and makeup done before, it always surprised her that a few curls and a splash of paint could transform her entire face—hell, even her attitude. She looked herself over at the mirror in the giant groom she had in her father's house, and she couldn't quite tell who was looking back at her.  

Dressed in a floor-length beaded dress, hair perfectly curled, and lips as red as blood is what her reflection wore. She looked elegant, perfectly primped, and polished, a stark contrast to the way she looked on an everyday basis. Granted, she couldn't hunt killers wearing a full-length gown without an enormous clothing budget—not that she couldn't do it, but she doubted the FBI would allow her to step out of uniform rules.  

“Well, look at you,” her father’s voice echoed through the room. “I think this might be your best dress yet.”  

“You say that because it’s mom’s dress,” (Y/N) muttered softly as she ran her hands softly against the beads. “It is beautiful, though.” 

“I say it because it’s true, my little bird,” David smiled, placing his hands on her exposed shoulders. “You look absolutely radiant. It was made for you, my darling.” 

“I wish she was here to see me in it,” she sighed. “Do you think she would have minded me wearing it?” 

“Oh, little bird, she would have been absolutely thrilled. She told me to keep all of her gowns to make sure you could wear them one day. You were her absolute pride and joy.”  

(Y/N) couldn’t quite imagine her mother in the same dress. She tried to visualize the way the fabric would hug her body, tried to imagine the way her hair would be styled, even how her makeup would have been done, but the image never came into focus. There was no definition to her edges, no clear distinction to who she was. All (Y/N) saw was herself.  

“You look so much like her, mia bella,” David cooed. “An angel in every sense of the word, my beautiful daughter.”  

“Stop, dad,” she grinned as her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red than the shade she wore. “You're making me blush.”  

“Can a father not tell the truth?” 

“Not right now,” (Y/N) smiled brightly, interlocking her arm with David's. “We don't wanna be late to the gala. Especially when I have the hottest date on my arm.”  

“I can't disagree there,” the man smirked. “I will most definitely outshine everyone tonight.”  

“Then, what are we waiting for? Let's head out already.” 

Dressed in a couple of hundred dollars more than they had arrived at the Rossi mansion, (Y/N) and David started their drive to the Washington, D.C. Four Seasons. The patriarch had hired a car service, knowing neither of them would be sober enough to drive home safely, and if anyone asked his daughter, the streets were safer without his road rage on the streets. Somehow, an older Italian man with short patience, a holiday, and crowded roads did not mix well.  

She was also grateful David was having a lively conversation with their driver rather than focusing on her well-manicured fidgeting fingers. (Y/N) wasn't sure what she was expecting at the venue. Hotchner would be there; there wasn't any way around that. But she didn't know what would happen once the night went on and the drinks were flowing.  

Things had seemed to shift between them in the past year. They had begun to spend more time together, growing closer on a personal and seemingly emotional level. Maybe she was reading into things, but (Y/N) thought there was something happening between her and her years-long more-than-a-crush. It could have been her deepest desires clouding her mind, of course. The mind could play unkind tricks, feeding a person's ego and aiding in their delusions. That could very well be what was happening to her, but she didn't think so. At least, she hoped it wasn't that.  

The entry to the hotel was already bustling by the time the Rossis arrived. Agents old and new dressed in their Sunday best crowded the entry of the Four Seasons, funneling into the building for their annual New Year's Gala. Men and women with their respective partners or dates for the night put aside hours of their night to bring in the new year with their units. Plus, good food and unlimited drinks were often a great incentive to pack the place.  

“Emily told me the BAU was given the Seasons room on the lower lobby level,” (Y/N) whispered to her father as they snaked their way into the crowd, smiling and nodding toward agents they might have known in passing. “People have been moving in and out of all the event spaces and mingling amongst each other. But that's where they're waiting.”  

“Let’s not keep them waiting then,” he smiled. “We all know the party doesn’t start until we arrive.” 

“Oh, god, dad,” she chuckled. “Please don’t say that when we see them.” 

“Why not? It’s not a lie.” 

“You forget the part where it is not funny,” the woman said. “ 

“You laughed.” 

“Because I don’t want my aging father to feel like he isn’t still funny,” (Y/N) teased. “Thought you’d appreciate the laugh.”   

“I might be getting older, but I am not yet old, little bird,” he said, the same beaming smile he always wore splattered across his face. “Can’t have you wasting your pity laughter so early on. Although, I do know that was real laughter—it better be.”   

“Whatever you say, dad. You’re the funniest man I know.”   

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around each of the Rossis, a hearty laugh filling their ears as they reached the group of their friends and teammates. “Were you two talking about me?” Derek grinned as he exchanged glances between the two. “Because there can’t be anyone funnier than me.”  

“Same suit from three years ago, Derek?” (Y/N) teased. “You’re losing your sense of style there, buddy. What happened to your ‘a suit a year brings new cheer’ saying?”   

“Well, I may look great in a different tux every year, but my pocket doesn’t love it,” he responded. “And, honestly, I didn’t think anyone would notice. Although, I should have known you or Reid would.”   

“Yeah, she’s the reason I rent my dresses now,” Emily added. “She remembered the dress I wore two years ago was the one I wore to an event in 2008, all because she remembered seeing a picture in my living room. There’s no sense in buying a new dress every year, but I’m definitely not showing up in one I’ve put on more than twice.”   

“I don’t do it to embarrass you, guys. I just can’t help it when the thought pops into my head. Sometimes, I just have to say it, or else my mind will go crazy.”   

“Exactly!” Spencer exclaimed. “It’s not our fault our brains work this way.”  

“Guys, it doesn’t matter who’s wearing what,” David interjected with a smile. “All that matters is that in a few hours, the new year will come, and this whole year will be forgotten.”  

“Actually...”  

“If I have to listen to the story of New Year’s again,” the man interrupted Spencer, rubbing his temple, “I’m gonna need a stiff drink.”   

“I’ll go get it,” (Y/N) offered. “Anyone else need a refill?”   

A chuckle escaped the woman’s mouth as various hands shot up, all but the one she had been in search of since the moment she had arrived. The whole team sat around their designated table, all chattering and smiles, except their trusted unit chief. With a gentle sigh, she walked over to the crowded bar, trying her best to catch the bartender’s attention through the couple of heads ahead of her. To no avail.  

Everyone else was louder, taller, more assertive while she stood in the background trying to break through. The second she tried to speak up, someone else talked over her. She believed she would stand there the rest of the night just to get a couple of drinks.  

“I’m sorry,” a voice interjected. “But I believe she was next in line to order.”   

Behind her, Hotchner towered over her stature, staring down the man who had cut her off just as she had managed to reach the front of the bar. He placed a protective hand on the low of her back, his eyes stuck on the man beside them. His gaze remained stoic until the agent felt embarrassed enough to move to the other side of the bar where the other bartender was, excusing himself with a quiet ‘sorry’ and his head hanging low.  

“Go ahead, (Y/N),” Hotch smiled. “You can order now.”  

The woman couldn’t help the way her heart hammered in her chest as his hand sent waves of warmth through her body. (Y/N) tried to keep her words steady, thankful for the makeup on her face that covered the blood pooling on her cheeks as her body shook with nerves. Hotch remained in the same position as she ordered drinks for the group, adding a whiskey on the rocks at the end for himself. Maybe he hadn’t paid the move any mind, but she could not stop focusing on it until both their hands were occupied with a few glasses each.  

“Thanks for that,” (Y/N) managed to croak out as they walked back to the team. “I thought I was going to be stuck there all night.”   

“I’m sure you would have been able to handle yourself fine,” he said. “But a little help never hurt anybody.”  

“And it's very much appreciated,” she smiled. “Is Jack with Jessica tonight?”  

“Yeah. We had our own New Year's celebration before I left,” he chuckled as he remembered what had occurred only an hour before. “He asked me why there were no fireworks outside, and we had to watch them on TV. I told him fireworks weren't a thing this year, but I'm not sure he believed me.”  

“I don't think he did. That boy really loves the lights,” (Y/N) laughed. “But there's always Fourth of July for fireworks.” 

“I just hope he doesn't keep his aunt up to see if it's true.”  

Once they reached the table, the woman realized they were not the only two people in the world. For a minute, everything around them had vanished. It was just her in her mother's champagne beaded gown and Hotchner in a stunning black tux. For that minute, she could imagine there was something more between them than she thought there was.  

For the next couple of hours, while they sat at the table and dinner was served, the only thing she could think of was Hotch's hand on her back. She remembered in vivid detail the way his fingers stretched and flexed against her exposed skin, his warmth sinking into her with a comforting and intoxicating touch. (Y/N) tried her best not to let it show just how much that simple move had affected her, but she could feel her eyes drifting toward him every couple of minutes.  

What she didn't know was just how much it had stuck to Hotch's mind as well. That minute of having his hand flush against her back had made his heart skip a beat. His breath had hitched in his throat as he felt the softness of her skin against his. If it had been up to him, he would have kept it there the rest of the night. But the imminent threat of an overbearing man had been long gone, and he couldn't justify keeping the protective hold on her, especially with a couple of drinks occupying his hands. At the table, his eyes would drift to her when she wasn't looking. He couldn't help looking at her whenever she laughed or talked. Her magnetism was unavoidable, and he was susceptible to it.  

Throughout the entirety of the dinner, and the few drinks that had come and gone from the table, Hotchner could only think of a way to get her alone. For what? He wasn't really sure. All he knew was he wanted as much time with her as he possibly could have. The rest, he had yet to plan for that.  

As the night went on, the chances grew slimmer and slimmer. There had been awards and speeches, various presentations and slideshows shown, and midnight was quickly approaching. The formalities of the night had come and gone, and the fun had begun. The lights had gone down, music had been turned up, and people had left their tables to fill the dance floor and wait until the clock struck twelve.  

In the commotion, Hotchner had lost (Y/N). One second, he'd been drinking in the image of her dressed in gold, and the next, she had disappeared in a sea of FBI agents. His eyes scoured the crowd, his mind focused on only one person. And when they finally fell on her, rage bubbled from deep inside him. Back at the bar, (Y/N) had taken a seat. She was nursing a drink while the same guy from the start of the night seemed to be pestering her. Hotch could read her body language from a mile away, and she needed a way out.  

“Come on,” the man insisted. “Just tell me if you’re here as a guest or you’re an agent. It’s a simple question.” 

“I don’t feel comfortable giving out that kind of information to someone I don’t know.” 

“My name’s Pete, how about that?” he said, slurring his words. “Now you know who I am.” 

“Just because I know a name doesn’t mean I know you, Pete,” (Y/N) stated as she swirled her drink around. She had come to the bar to escape the heat that had overtaken her being so close to Hotch. But instead of solace, she had found an even bigger hindrance than body heat. “Now, I’d like to enjoy my drink alone.” 

“Definitely an agent. Wouldn’t be this closed off if you weren’t,” the man muttered, seemingly trying to do it under his breath but failing. “No one should be alone on a holiday, miss. And as bad of a start as we had, I make great company.” 

“As much as I would love to find out if that’s true, I’m sure your own date would appreciate your company. Me? I’d rather down this old-fashioned in peace.” 

“Come on. At least tell me your name.” 

“Can’t do that, Pete,” she said. “Best you go back to who you came with.” 

“Oh, Alyssa doesn’t mind,” he chuckled awkwardly. “She knows I need room to breathe. And you look like a breath of fresh air.”  

“I’m more of a deadly gas, but thank you,” (Y/N) smiled sarcastically. “Now, like I said, I want to drink alone.”   

“Come on, baby, you shouldn’t be alone tonight,” Pete pressed on. “Who else will you kiss at midnight?”  

“It’s not gonna be you, man.” Hotch appeared seemingly out of nowhere for the second time that night. At least, that’s how it appeared to her. She had not witnessed the intense focus the man had held on to her for the past few hours and how long he had spent looking for her. “I believe she has told you already to leave her be.”   

“Look, man, this has nothing to do with you,” Pete argued as he squared up to Hotchner, trying his best to match up to the man’s height. “We’re just talking here. Why don’t you get lost already?”  

“I don’t think that’s what the lady here wants,” Hotch said sternly. “Now, your date might be okay with you venturing out, but I’m not. And as her date, I would heavily advise you to take two steps back and keep walking, Pete.”  

The unit chief pronounced every syllable of the man’s name, his tone even but menacing. His eyes burned red with anger, and he had taken the empty space on her left side permanently. Just like he had done at the beginning of the night, Hotch held his gaze firmly on Pete. And it didn’t waver until the man finally cowered and left, a deep red hue painted across his face.  

“My hero,” (Y/N) chuckled once Pete was finally far away. “Second time in a few hours, too. You just seem to be there when I need you.”   

“What are friends for?” he smiled, his eyes softening as they fell on her. “Are you okay? Did he do anything?”  

“I’m fine,” she said. “You arrived just in time, twice, and apparently as my date tonight.”  

“I’m sorry. Was that too much?”  

“It was perfect,” (Y/N) grinned, feeling emboldened enough to place her hand on his. “Although you know that means you owe me a kiss at midnight, right?”   

“Well, it’s not like that would be torture.” The words took them both aback. In part because Hotch had said it and in part because it had not seemed like a joke. “You know, it’s almost 12.”  

“Right. Just a few minutes until the New Year.”  

“Why don’t we, uh, head somewhere a bit more quiet?”  

“We can go up to the courtyard,” she offered. “The office separated the space, but there wasn’t really anyone there because of the cold.”  

Hotchner held out his hand for her, helping her off the bar stool and leading her toward the only place everyone seemed to be avoiding. Just as she had said, only a floor up, the courtyard was empty, save for a few employees taking a quick smoke break, but a few space heaters had been scattered around the area—not that it helped in the cold of the middle of winter, but it made things a bit more bearable. Before closing the door behind them, he grabbed two champagne flutes and closed them away from the rest of the world.  

“I didn’t notice how loud it was in there until now,” (Y/N) pointed out. “I’m glad we’re out here.”  

“Well, I couldn’t let you be anywhere near Mr. Pete. Now, could I?”  

“I’m sure Pete will remember you for the rest of the year,” she laughed. “And I don’t think he and Alyssa will be attending next year—at least not together.”  

“I think he got enough air,” Hotchner joined in her laughter. “We’ll see just how much he gets when Alyssa catches wind of what he's been up to.”  

A comfortable silence fell between them as commotion started inside the event hall. Everyone shuffled around inside to gather at the front of any screen that was playing the countdown. There was only a minute left on the clock, and it would officially be a new year. It was a chance for renewal, a chance for new beginnings, a chance for love, or maybe something more. The new year brought the semblance of choices, the hope that somehow something worthwhile would come to your life despite all the pain and heartache the past may have brought. It brought the chance of solidifying maybes.  

“It's almost midnight,” Hotch whispered as he draped his suit jacket across her shoulders. (Y/N) hadn't noticed her body had started to shake until she felt the warmth of his body seep through her skin, melting away any ounce of cold that had been embedded in her bones. “Do you have your resolutions for the new year?” 

“Something like that,” she smiled up at him, getting as close as she could without scaring him off. “Other rituals haven't seemed to work for me, so maybe some simple wishing will do the trick this time.” 

Hotch didn't back down from her approach. Instead, he took a step closer. “And what will those wishes be?”  

“If I tell you, they won't come true,” she said, finally closing the distance between them. Her chest was pressed against his, her eyes fluttering up to his as a smile stretched across her crimson lips. “Are you willing to risk yours?” 

“Not so sure,” he whispered. “I'm kind of hoping they come true, and we're far too close to midnight to take chances. Only twenty seconds to go.”  

“We don't have to do this, Hotch,” (Y/N) stated, feeling nerves bubbling deep in her chest. “It was just a silly joke.”  

“I don't mind,” Hotchner said. “At the end of the day, it's just a kiss.”   

But it wasn't. Not to either of them. Even if the other didn't know, that kiss meant more to them than they would ever want to admit. It would be the ellipsis to the question they had been too scared to ask, the cementing of the feelings they had harbored for years but were too terrified to admit, the beginning of a whirlwind of doubts they would carry in their hearts. Maybe it was a dumb decision. Maybe they should have walked away at that moment. 

But when the crowd inside the hotel yelled out the last five seconds, their hearts were beating as one—fast and loud, thrilling anticipation coursing through their veins. That was it. The new year. Only one second away.  

“On...” The words died in (Y/N)'s mouth as Hotch crashed his lips to her. One of his hands circled her waist, while the other cradled her cheek as he pulled her to her like she belonged to him—not that he knew that she always had. He savored her taste and reveled in her warmth, thanking whatever being was out there for allowing him that fleeting moment with her. The kiss was sudden and desperate. Hotchner believed it would be the first and the last, and he planned to take advantage of every second she allowed.  

As soon as their lips had touched, fireworks erupted in the sky. They perfectly embodied the moment, creating a visual of what was going on in their insides at that very second. It was now the new year, and they were both spending it with the one person that had clouded their mind the entirety of the past year. Even if they thought the kiss meant nothing to the other person, it meant the world to them.  

“Happy New Year, (Y/N),” Hotchner said as he was forced to break the kiss for air. His arms were still circled around her waist, keeping her close for as long as she let him.  

“Happy New Year, Aaron,” she smiled brightly before noticing his lips. “You have red lipstick on you.” 

“Oh, god.” 

He went to wipe it, but all he did was smear it around. “Here,” she said as she reached her thumb to his lip. “Let me.” 

Their eyes locked on the other, an inkling of something unspoken shining in them. So many feelings and confessions lingered between the two, waiting anxiously for the moment they were able to break free. They trembled under the surface, pushing against their lies and their silence. All they wanted was to be revealed.  

But that would not be the moment.  

“There you guys are,” David’s voice startled them apart. His back was turned to them as he motioned to the team from behind the door, shielding their closeness from them until they were a safe distance apart. “Wow, what a view you guys got here.” 

“Uh, yeah,” (Y/N) said. “Hotch wanted to record the fireworks for Jack since he couldn’t see them.”  

“You guys should have told us you were here,” Penelope exclaimed. “It’s gorgeous! Look at those lights!” 

“Yeah, we just sort of ended up here,” Hotch interjected. “Thought I would get a better view of the fireworks from here than the patio downstairs.”  

“Well, you were right, friend,” David said as he clapped Hotchner’s back. “Perfect place to say goodbye to the old year.” 

“It really is,” he said, fighting the urge to let his eyes drift toward (Y/N). “Happy New Year, David.” 

As everyone hugged and wished each other a happy new year, Hotch and (Y/N) remained next to each other, their arms by their sides. Each of them felt the overwhelming urge to reach their hands toward the other, their need for closeness itching deep in their veins. But there, in front of their team and her father, they could not give in. Especially while they each thought the other did not feel the same.  

By the time they had finished saying their well wishes, a flurry of stark white snowflakes had begun descending from the sky.  

“It’s snowing,” (Y/N) smiled, looking at the sky alongside the rest of the team. “It’s so beautiful.” 

“Yeah,” Hotch said, taking advantage of the team’s distraction to stare directly at the woman beside him. “It is.”  

Winter was never kind, but that one seemed to be a chilly one. At that time, as she hugged Hotch’s jacket tighter to her body, (Y/N) didn’t think it to be a premonition of the year that awaited them. All she could think of was the kiss that she had just shared with Hotch, not knowing he was thinking of the same thing.  

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[juliakristeva]

I saw longlegs because of your posting and loved it!! You mention trauma theory and it, do you have reading recommendations? If you don’t mind, of course.

im so glad you enjoyed it and very honoured my posts convinced you to go!

some of these are not explicitly trauma theory books- a lot of them focus on mental illness- but i learned trauma theory from psychoanalysts, in classes intended to train psychoanalysts and therapists, so i've pulled these books from there as well as my own research.

the body keeps score by bessel van der kolk is a classic for a reason

trauma: explorations in memory edited by cathy caruth is one of my go-to collections: i especially like the essay by laura brown

the divided self by r.d. laing is one of the most profoundly beautiful books i have ever read

medusa's hair by gananath obeyesekere is another very beautiful book

trauma and the destructive-transformative estruggle: clinical perspectives edited by terrence mcbride and maureen murphy: susan berger's article in this is very good

beyond the pleasure principle by freud is invaluable; the strachey edition is best if you can find it

"studies on hysteria" by joseph breuer and sigmund freud (in volume 2 of the strachey editions)- i did a close study on the anna o case over the winter term and as uncomfortable as a lot of their work is from a modern perspective it is still incredibly valuable

psychological healing: a historical and clinical studdy by pierre janet (a good accompaniment to freud in general)

betrayal trauma: the logic of forgetting childhood abuse by jennifer freyd

two vaguely off the cuff recommendations:

virginia woolf: the impact of childhood sexual abuse on her life and work by louise de salvo

spirit and trauma: a theology of remaining by shelley rambo; also resurrecting wounds: living in the afterlife of trauma by the same author. rambo is a theologian, so these might not take if you're not religious, but in terms of longlegs (which i regard as highly theological in a lot of ways anyway) and its relationship with God and theology, i think there's a lot of fruitful stuff here. as well her essay on the haemorrhaging woman is very good.

books i have not personally read but feel comfortable vouching for:

against the unspeakable: complicity, the holocaust, and slavery in america by naomi mandel

an archive of feelings: trauma, sexuality, and lesbian public cultures by ann cvetkovich

trauma and recovery: the aftermath of violence from domestic abuse to political terror by judith herman

shattered subjects: trauma and testimony in women's life-writing by suzette henken

[grizzlyofthesea]

To everyone in the northern hemisphere, especially those of you who live above the Tropic of Cancer:

Winter is coming.

Make sure you're adequately prepared for the cold weather. Here are a few things to keep in mind.

Dress for the weather.

Even if you insist that you're uniquely cold resistant, you're still just a human. Protect yourself. Wear long sleeves, thicker fabrics, multiple layers, and sturdy shoes. Make sure you have a good winter coat. Keep protective pieces handy to cover other parts of your body--hat, gloves, scarf, etc.

Stay hydrated, both inside and out.

Remember to drink enough water and other healthy, hydrating fluids. A hot cup of tea or hot cocoa can go a long way in warming you up, too. Also, remember to practice good skin care. The cold, dry air in winter leeches moisture out of your skin more quickly than you'd think. Moisturize regularly. Exfoliate every so often to clear the buildup of dead skin. Apply lip balm as needed to prevent chapped lips. If you decide to try any new skin care products, check the ingredients for known allergens, and test them on a small area of skin before applying everywhere in case of unknown sensitivities.

Anticipate the unusual.

Remember the disaster that happened with Texas' power grid in 2021? The damage caused and lives lost were unexpected and devastating. As climate change continues to alter weather patterns worldwide, we need to remember that "the worst" can always happen to us, no matter how unlikely it may be. Be prepared for emergencies of all types.

Have a plan for potential power outages.

Power outages can be outright lethal in harsh weather. Be prepared in case one happens in your area. If you have a generator, make sure it's working properly. Maintain alternate sources of light and heat, like lanterns, candles, and fireplaces. In the event that you need to leave your home and temporarily stay somewhere else, plan an efficient route to your destination.

Limit your time in the cold.

Proper clothing is a great protective measure, but sometimes, it just isn't enough. If the weather is especially bad, only stay outside as long as you need to. Frostbite is no joke; stave it off however you can.

Save enough time to de-snow and defrost your vehicle before driving.

Freeing your vehicle from its icy prison can really cut into your commute. Get out the door a few minutes early so you can prepare without rushing. Having a snow brush and an ice pick in your vehicle is great for speeding up the process, too.

Watch out for cold weather hazards.

Ice can trip even the best of us. Black ice is almost invisible on roads. Snow squalls severely limit visibility. Certain wildlife can pop up unexpectedly; for example, West Virginia and Pennsylvania are hot spots for deer-related vehicle accidents at this time of year. Stay alert no matter where you are.

Set aside some time for self-care.

Winter can take a toll on your mental health. The cold, the extended darkness, and planning for the holidays are all notable stressors. Slow down and take care of yourself as needed.

Stay safe out there. :)

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, June 16, 2024

My posts

Now all my crape myrtles have mildew. Additionally, I have hurt my back yet again and I am scuncht about it. Thus, I’m on muscle relaxers again, so here’s hoping this post is lucid. 

Also, I underestimated how many people really, really needed to hear good news about the “my husband and FIL insist I will die in childbirth” woman on AITA back in 2020.  

Reblogs of interest

Happy Loving Day (June 12), in honor of the Loving v. Virginia case that legalized interracial marriage in the U.S. within living memory. Good discussion in the reblogs. 

A Pride flag made of Space from NASA

The Sting Pain Index from Justin O. Schmidt, Pain Sommelier

You don’t even know you’re luft

Shark de Triomphe. Chomps Élysées. Bon-Jaws

Cats have always been cats: Witness my Act and Deed (1882)

Why be mean about the small dog? Well…

Count von Count and his Countmobile (ah ah ahhhh)

Attn freelancers: “There is power in a union, even if it's only the union in your head.”

John Singer Sargent portraits and their subjects

“You aren’t behind. You are gathering and processing data”

Faire does it all

You got wives at home

Gonna have the boys over to measure the five and a half minute hallway

BOSS MAKES A DOLLAR/I MAKE A DIME/THATS WHY I MAKE MEADE/OUTTA THE COMPANY SLIME

This Joe Kavik bird sculpture is eminently Shaped

Video

A musical dog

A fluffy kitten learns to skateboard

Petr Barna’s Charlie Chaplin routine for the 1992 Winter Olympics

The sacred texts

“You’d be so pretty if you lost weight!”

Personal tag of the week

Color, because I just really like pretty colors and we had a lot of them this week.

[earl-grey-teacake]

I'm a dif anon but I am also so so super invested in your Victorian au! So I want to ask about the color/materials/scents associated w each family!

If any of the details are spoilery, totally leave it out :)

Ahhh! Thank you for asking!

I have broken it down by family and the current people of each house.

Please enjoy my ramblings about fabrics and perfumes!

Color: colors of the houses, usually seen on their emblem. These colors follow each character to signal from what family they are from.

Fabric/trim: When I am describing their clothing, it will likely be in the following fabrics unless stated otherwise. Also, provides insight into the social status

Jewelry: Extension of the house colors but also symbolizes power. All the alphas wear lapel pins in the house's stone and metal setting. The omegas have some sort of jewelry in the stone and metal.

Scent: Alphas tend to have stronger, sharper scents while betas have neutral scents (think clean linen; sweet and powdery. Byredo Blanche) and omegas have floral, sweet scents.

Duchy of Mercedes/Earldom of Williams-House of Hamilton

Colors: Blue, Silver, Black

Fabric/trim: Silk, primarily silk taffeta; white lace; garlands of leaves and flower buds; ribbons

Jewelry: Sapphires set in silver

Secondary gender and scent

Lewis Hamilton (Alpha): smells of amber, vanilla, cinnamon and wood. It's warm and strong, the kind of scent you remember for a while and exudes power. Inspired from Grand Soir by Maison Francis Kurkdijan.

Nico Hamilton (Omega): citrus, musky, with a softness from the floral. It smells bright, refreshing, but there is a warmth to it from the musk. Inspired by Petit Matin by Maison Francis Kurkdijan. (The perfume Grand Soir and Petit Matin were released together. Grand Soir to represent the nightlife and Petit Matin representing the gentle morning.)

George Hamilton (Alpha): smells cold and refreshing. Citrus, sea salt and sandalwood. It is reminiscent of a cool mountain stream. Inspired by Silver Mountain Water by Creed and Aqua Universalis by Maison Francis Kurkdijan.

Alex Hamilton (Omega): Floral scent of magnolia, rose, and jasmine with a slight sweetness of apple and peaches tempered by the slight scent of cedarwood. It's youthful without being childish, delicate, sweet, and fresh all at the same time. Inspired by my favorite perfume Love in White for Summer by Creed.

Lia Hamilton (Alpha): Citrus, sea salt, sandalwood, lightened with fruity blackcurrant. It has the citrus-sea salt freshness from her father and the woody warmth from her grandfather but made unique by the sweetness of the blackcurrant. Inspired by Millesime Imperial by Creed.

Logan Hamilton (Omega): Fruity and floral- greengage plum, apple, rose, bergamot, Virginia cedarwood and sandalwood. It is fresh and floral and just exudes romantic, youthful love. Inspired by Acqua Fiorentina by Creed.

Earldom of Mclaren-House of Piastri

Colors: Black, papaya

Fabric/trim: twilled wool, serge, and brocade with leaves and wine

Jewelry: Topaz set in gold

Secondary gender and scent

Oscar Piastri (Alpha): Citrus, icy cold, fresh and herbal. It is a combination of icy, winter air; the sharpness of lemon, and the earthy scent of tea. It is harsh and sharp in the way it is both warm and cold. Inspired by Aqua media by Maison Francis Kurkdijan and Ofresia by Diptyque.

Duchy of Sainz- House of Norris-Sainz

Colors: crimson, maroon, black

Fabric: silk, satin, velvet, crystal beads, tassels

Jewelry: Ruby set in gold

Secondary Gender and scent

Lando Norris-Sainz (Alpha): musky amber with notes of vanilla, coriander and nutmeg. It is warm, spicy, floral and sweet but not overpowering. It settles like a sleeping dragon or the calm before the storm, there is a sharpness beneath calm, sweetness of the vanilla and nutmeg. Gentle Fluidity Gold by Maison Francis Kurkdijan.

Carlos Norris-Sainz (Omega): a deviation from the gentle scents of most omegas. It is strong, woody, spicy and sweet all at the some time. It smells like a fiery demise that you willingly accept because it is that captivating. Inspired by Baccarat Rouge 540 by Maison Francis Kurkdijan.

Feel free to send in asks or comment if you have any questions. If you want you share your perfume or your thoughts on the perfumes I have chosen feel free to.

[mercurygray]

Merc, what kind of Historical Military Man gets the wheels turning for you? What are the markers of 'Oh, that one, that one is now mine'?

Nat, I'm going to be honest, this question provoked something of an existential crisis. so I went back through, like, 20 years of fandom favorites to see if there's a pattern.

Spoiler: there isn't, apart from a perennial need to be different. This is kind of long .

2001 (ish) - Lord of the Rings is coming out, and you are either a Legolas or Aragorn girl. I am deep in my 'not like the other girls' phase and decide Boromir is actually the superior choice here. (This leads me to watch A LOT of period dramas that are probably not appropriate for for me at this age, including Clarissa and Lady Chatterley's Lover.) It also leads me to the Sharpe books, which are great and awesome. Richard Sharpe doesn't necessarily do anything for me as a character, but that gets me into Hornblower, which gets me into the Aubreyad, which leads me to read a lot about the Napoleonic Wars in high school. Cliff-diving into a different historical period is now something I do every single summer.

I also spend about 5 years (2008-2013) writing a 225,000 word fanfic in which Boromir doesn't die.

2010-2015

Matthew Crawley (Dan Stevens) is really only in the army a brief while but who can say no to the blue eyes and the absolute vibe he has going with Mary?

During the Downton phase I decide to raid the library for other period dramas, again, and watch The Forsyte Saga. Soames Forsyte is not a man you love, but Damian Lewis has A Face and I know he was on Band of Brothers, which the library perennially never has a copy of.

2011

I finally watch Band of Brothers in its entirety my senior year of college and am a little disappointed I appear to be missing large parts of the story. (Future rewatches will explain that this is actually a feature of the show, not a bug.) My recollections of this are hazy, but I'm fairly certain my favorite character the first time I watched this was Lewis Nixon (Ron Livingston). He's dark-haired, he's funny, he's an absolute mess with a trust fund. Dick Winters (Damian Lewis) also has one hell of a face. He's a red-head, he's in charge of everyone else, he doesn't say much, and he is tall. I know there must be fic for this show but am also very, very sure it is shippy in a direction I do not want to read, so I do not go looking for it.

TURN - 2014-2017

Ben Tallmadge (Seth Numrich) is the guy to watch on TURN: he's a lieutenant, he's tall, he struggles with rules, but the entire fandom is also crazy about him and the leading queen bee in the OC end of that fandom is a real pain about it, so I decide I will not be writing for him no matter what it costs me to hold off admitting I want to. However, in the next episode we meet his best friend, Caleb Brewster (Daniel Henshall) who is short, bearded, dark-haired and chaotic. The moment he comes onscreen I love him. Sadly, no one is reading fic for him and this project is abandoned.

In Season 3, we meet the Marquis de Lafayette. Historical Lafayette is a tall, awkward redhead in need of a father figure who makes up for war experience with boundless enthusiasm. His letters home are adorable. Show Lafayette (Ben Wiles) is tall and enthusiastic. I love him anyway and I make it everyone's problem for, like, a year.

2016-2017 - Mercy Street

Henry Hopkins (Luke Macfarlane) is a military chaplain in a hotel-turned Union hospital in Alexandria, Virginia. He's tall, he's a little tortured, and he has a knack for putting others first. Wrestling with some past choices, his romance with Emma Green, the privileged daughter of the family who owned the hotel, is sweet and full of pining. I write so much fix-it fic for them it's not even funny. (I love this show because the female characters I love come pre-installed. Please watch this.)

2016 - Dunkirk

I see this movie three times in theaters and love it more each time. Collins (Jack Lowden) is a blonde RAF flyboy with a very adorable face. (Tom Glynn Carney is also a face I like but he's on a backburner for a bit.) I write a lot of fic about it and affectionately refer to this as my first Planes Go Zoom phase.

2020

Two weeks into the pandemic I decide rewatching Band of Brothers is a good idea and buy the book and the DVD set from my local secondhand bookshop like I am doing a drug deal in a parking lot. Two weeks after that I am writing a fanfic for Dick Winters (Damian Lewis) because I am a loon who likes men in charge and painfully slow burns.

2021

Still in the middle of a pandemic I decide to watch The Pacific, because I make good decisions, apparently. Hoosier Smith (Jacob Pitts) is a taciturn, wise-cracking friend of Leckie's who is joked about as being the pretty one. He is. Andrew Haldane (Scott Gibson) is quiet, unassuming, and in charge, and played college football for Bowdoin. Very dad energy. Extremely charming. Dead in three episodes as history intended. Fix-it fic incoming.

2022 Top Gun Maverick comes out. Jake "Hangman" Seresin (played by Glen Powell, who I loved in Hidden Figures and The Guernsey Literary Potato Peel Pie Society) has a jawline you could cut something with and an attitude. My friends think I am mental. Second Planes Go Zoom phase coupled with Devotion, which comes out shortly after.

SAS Rogue Heroes comes out. I have been really looking forward to seeing Tom Glynn Carney in something else and he delivers. Mike Sadler is blond, extremely good at his job, not capable of suffering fools, and far too attractive for the desert.

2024

We do not even make it out of trailer season before I realize I still have a Thing (TM) for Callum Turner's face, which I have known since he was Theseus Scamander in Fantastic Beasts. Watching The Boys in the Boat before this all starts doesn't help - he has regrettably blond hair but thighs for days and shoulders you could hang the universe on. John "Bucky" Egan, is tall, dark-haired, incredibly generous spirited and nominally in charge. I want all of it. The rest of the fandom does too. I try to make peace with that and write anyway. Third Planes Go Zoom phase.

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Thanks for tagging me to do your excellent poll tag game, @myladyofmercy 😊

rules: list 5 of your favourite books on a poll, so your followers can vote which book they think captures your vibe the best

Tagging: @sergeantpixie @jonairadreaming @purplesigebert @mistressaccost @mynameisbirdie @panalegs27

Book summaries from Goodreads below the cut:

Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca:

"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again..." Ancient, beautiful Manderley, between the rose garden and the sea, is the county's showpiece. Rebecca made it so - even a year after her death, Rebecca's influence still rules there. How can Maxim de Winter's shy new bride ever fill her place or escape her vital shadow? A shadow that grows longer and darker as the brief summer fades, until, in a moment of climatic revelations, it threatens to eclipse Manderley and its inhabitants completely...

Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go:

Hailsham seems like a pleasant English boarding school, far from the influences of the city. Its students are well tended and supported, trained in art and literature, and become just the sort of people the world wants them to be. But, curiously, they are taught nothing of the outside world and are allowed little contact with it. Within the grounds of Hailsham, Kathy grows from schoolgirl to young woman, but it’s only when she and her friends Ruth and Tommy leave the safe grounds of the school (as they always knew they would) that they realize the full truth of what Hailsham is. Never Let Me Go breaks through the boundaries of the literary novel. It is a gripping mystery, a beautiful love story, and also a scathing critique of human arrogance and a moral examination of how we treat the vulnerable and different in our society. In exploring the themes of memory and the impact of the past, Ishiguro takes on the idea of a possible future to create his most moving and powerful book to date.

Nick Hornby's Juliet, Naked:

Annie's put fifteen years into safe, slightly obsessive Duncan, and now she'd like her money back, please. It's time to move on. But she lives in Gooleness, the north's answer to a question nobody asked. Is she really going to find real, proper, feel-it-deep-down-in-your-boots love on a damp and windy seafront? Or perhaps she should follow her heart and pursue Tucker, the reclusive American rock star, who keeps emailing her his smart advice. But between Annie and her second chance lie a few obstacles. There's Malcolm, the world's most judgemental therapist, and Barnesy, the north's most extrovert dancer. There's what men and women will do and won't do for love. And, of course, there's Tucker...

Chris Van Allsburg's The Polar Express:

Late one Christmas Eve after the town has gone to sleep, the boy boards the mysterious train that waits for him: the Polar Express bound for the North Pole. When he arrives, Santa offers the boy any gift he desires. The boy modestly asks for one bell from the harness of the reindeer. The gift is granted. On the way home the bell is lost. On Christmas morning, the boy finds the bell under the tree. The mother of the boy admires the bell, but laments that it is broken—for you see, only believers can hear the sound of the bell.

Michael Cunningham's The Hours:

In The Hours, Michael Cunningham, widely praised as one of the most gifted writers of his generation, draws inventively on the life and work of Virginia Woolf to tell the story of a group of contemporary characters struggling with the conflicting claims of love and inheritance, hope and despair. The narrative of Woolf's last days before her suicide early in World War II counterpoints the fictional stories of Samuel, a famous poet whose life has been shadowed by his talented and troubled mother, and his lifelong friend Clarissa, who strives to forge a balanced and rewarding life in spite of the demands of friends, lovers, and family. Passionate, profound, and deeply moving, this is Cunningham's most remarkable achievement to date.

[flowersforfrancis]

i really like your blog :) do you have any book recs? besides The Secret History of course

Thank you. Book recs? I’ll try my best. My reading preferences are just what I call mainstream classics - you’ve probably heard of most of  these. And uh sorry for taking so long. 

No idea what you like to read, so here are just some books that I like/find interesting:

The Stranger - Albert Camus The Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka Maurice - E.M Forster The Murder In the Rue Morgue - Edgar Allan Poe The Mystery of Marie Roget - Edgar Allan Poe  American Psycho - Bret Easton Ellis  Brothers Karamazov- Dostoevsky 1984 - George Orwell  Animal farm - George Orwell  Down and out in Paris and London - George Orwell  Kafka on the shore - Murakami Norwegian wood - Murakami After Dark - Murakami  To kill a mockingbird - Harper Lee  Lapvona - Ottessa Moshfegh The Body in the Library - Agatha Christie The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath On The Road - Jack Kerouac Visions of Cody - Jack Kerouac Lord of The Flies - William Golding The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt Anne of Green Gables (and all the books that follow) - L.M Montgomery  Breakfast of The Champions - Kurt Vonnegut Circe - Madeline Miller The Song Of Achilles - Madeline Miller A room of one’s own - Virginia Woolf Picture of Dorian gray - Oscar Wilde Don Quixote - Miguel de Cervantes  Killer in the rain - Raymond Chandler If On a Winters Night a Traveler - Italo Calvino  The Road - Cormac McCarthy Any Terry Pratchett books Any Hermann Hesse Books (If you haven’t read them already-) Lord of the Rings (I’m personally not so into it but-) If We Were Villains - M.L. Rio

Hope this was helpful in someway. Hope you weren’t, I don’t know, expecting explanations of any sort…

[nordleuchten]

It is a Melancholy thought to Me that While I Could Be So Happy at Mount Vernon, I am Still Almost As much Separated from you as I have Been for five Years in the Coalitionary prisons—But Altho’ I Lament, yet I Cannot Repent the determination we Have Been obliged to take—Much Less on Account of My Health which Has Been Recovering fast Enough, than for the very Bad and Lingering Condition in which My wife was at the time, and will, I am affraid, Continue to Be for the winter

The Marquis de La Fayette to George Washington, August 20 and 21, 1798

“To George Washington from Lafayette, 20–21 August 1798,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Washington/06-02-02-0430. [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Retirement Series, vol. 2, 2 January 1798 – 15 September 1798, ed. W. W. Abbot. Charlottesville: University Press of Virginia, 1998, pp. 539–545.] (03/26/2024)

[chicinsilk]

Vogue US September 15, 1961

Emba

Model/Modèle : Lucinda Hollingsworth

Photo Virginia Thoren

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[girlintodust]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ about me ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

˖࣪ ໒꒱ my name's Jo, nini is a childhood nickname!

˖࣪ ໒꒱ i'm 20, aries, infp, bisexual

˖࣪ ໒꒱ i speak english, spanish and italian

˖࣪ ໒꒱ i'm a college student majoring in philosophy

˖࣪ ໒꒱ some things i love: books, reading, coffee, coke zero, going out for walks, music (especially discovering new music you know it'll become your favorite), classical music, people watching while smoking, pencil sketches, pinterest, old hollywood films, japanese culture, rain and winter, cats, pretty rings, listening to people talk.

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˖࣪ ໒꒱ this blog is destined to all things i love which is a mixture of a couple different aesthetics. however, i migth use this account to vent sometimes: i suffer from an eating disorder, depression and anxiety. while i DO NOT encourage eating disordes by ANY means (this is NOT a pr0 an@ acc) i might talk about it or reblog things related, so please be advised. my dm's are always open to anyone who wants to talk, but i will not be giving advice or stats. i might also reblog or post +18 content.

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˖࣪ ໒꒱ books: the secret history (henry winter apologist), the solitude of prime numbers, to the light house and mrs dalloway by virginia woolf, anne frank's diary, kafka's metamorphosis, the stranger by albert camus, jane eyre, wuthering heights, madame bovary, the bell jar, simone de beauvoir's memoirs of a dutiful daughter, alejandra pizarnik's diaries, prozac nation.

˖࣪ ໒꒱ movies: crimson peak, pride and prejudice (2005), into the wild, amelie, the grand budapest hotel, leon the professional, chungking express, all about lily chou-chou, howl's moving castle, the wind rises, marie antoinette, girl interrupted, edward scissor hands, alice in wonderland.

˖࣪ ໒꒱ music: lana del rey, fiona apple, ethel cain, ichiko aoba, her's, the smiths, plums, mazzy star, the cranberries, beach fossils, radiohead, the cure, kate bush.

˖࣪ ໒꒱ people: matthew gray gubler, nana komatsu, sylvia plath, jane birkin, hope sandoval, tim burton, humphrey bogart, audrey hepburn, gregory peck, keira knigthley, kirsten dunst, sofia coppola, anya taylor joy, elle fanning, pheobe tonkin, fiona apple, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, theo james, kate moss, franz kafka, vladimir nabokov, albert camus.

[gracehosborn]

The bibliography sounds SO cool! Can you share some of your sources as a kind of sneak peek??

Hey, Anon! Sorry this is so late but I’d be happy to! These citations are a little informal but I’m working on cleaning them up. Here’s some of the primary and secondary materials I’m using (for Volume I of The American Icarus specifically):

Primary Materials

Hamilton, Alexander. The Papers of Alexander Hamilton, vols. 1-2. Ed. Syrett, Harold C. Columbia University Press, 1961-1962 (Digitized in partnership with the National Archives And Records Administration onto Founders Online here).

Laurens, John. The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens, in the Years 1777-8, Now First Printed from Original Letters Addressed to His Father, Henry Laurens, President of Congress, with a Memoir Ed. Simms, William Gilmore. Bradford Club, 1867 (Digitized by the University of South Carolina here).

Washington, George. The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vols. 8-15. Ed. Chase, Philander D. Grizzard, Frank E. Jr. Hoth, David R. Lengel, Edward G. University Press of Virginia, 1997-2006 (Digitized in partnership with the National Archives And Records Administration onto Founders Online here).

Secondary Materials

Harris, Michael C. Brandywine: A Military History of the Battle That Lost Philadelphia But Saved America, September 11, 1777 Savas Beatie, 2014

Herrera, Ricardo, A. Feeding Washington's Army: Surviving The Valley Forge Winter of 1778 The University of North Carolina Press, 2022

Newton, Michael E. Alexander Hamilton: The Formative Years Eleftheria Publishing, 2015

Lefkowitz, Arthur, S. George Washington’s Indispensable Men: Alexander Hamilton, Tench Tilghman, And the Aides-De-Camp Who Helped Win American Independence Stackpole Books, 2003

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watching it.. burn.

hello ! my names : elizabeth schuyler,

age : 23 .

relatives : angelica church schuyler , margarita "peggy" schuyler , catherine schuyler malcom cochran , Philip Jeremiah Schuyler , Rensselaer Schuyler , Cornelia schuyler , Cortlandt Schuyler .

status : joyful .

OOC INTRO ! :

hey! its me sappy EXCEPT something is wrong !! theres no main tagging . thats because im making a new main ! :3

LORE :

February 20, 1756 : Angelica "Church" Schuyler Was Born.

August 9, 1757 : Elizabeth Schuyler Was Born.

September 19, 1758 : Margarita "Peggy" Schuyler Was Born.

1776 : Burr Met Alexander And Marquis De Lafayette, John Laurens, and Hercules Mulligan.

1776-01-10 : Common sense By Thomas Paine was Published.

1775-02-23 : Farmer Refuted Was Published.

1773-12-16: The Boston Tea Party - King George mentions the Boston Tea Party during this song.

1776-08-22: The Battle of Brooklyn - Based off the lyrics in this song, it appears King George was planning on using force to retaliate against the colonies. If applying the musical's chronology, this song should fall around 1776, and in 1776 the British captured New York City during the Battle of Brooklyn.

1775-06-15: George Washington Becomes Commander in Chief of the Continental Army - In 1775, Washington was unanimously selected as Commander in Chief of the Contintental Army.

1775-08-25: Hamilton Captures British Canons - Hamilton and volunteers from a musket drill unit at King’s College captured twenty-one cannons at a British stockade on the tip of Manhattan Island in New York.

1775-09-13: Burr in Quebec - At this point of time, Aaron Burr was in Quebec with Benedict Arnold and General Richard Montgomery.

1776-09-15: The Battle of Kip's Bay - The British won over the unexperienced American troops during this battle when the heavy fire from British ships caused the American troops to flee. This battle gave the British control of New York City on the lower half of the island. Washington estbalished strong positions in Harlem, though.

1777-01-25: Washington Invites Hamilton to his Military Staff - Hamilton becomes a lieutetant colonel under Washington.

1780-12-01: A Winter's Ball - The lyrics date the Winter's Ball occurring during 1780. This event is where Eliza and Hamilton meet according to the musical, so the date falls before they were married.

1780-12-14: Eliza and Hamilton Get Married - Eliza Schuyler gets married to Alexander Hamilton on December, 14 1780.

1780-12-14: Eliza and Hamilton's Wedding - Two songs in the musical focus on Eliza and Hamilton's marriage. In this song, Angelica, Eliza's sister, describes her perspective of the wedding and her feelings for Hamilton.

1778-06-28: The Battle of Monmouth - Charles Lee and George Washington came into a confrontation during this battle which led to Lee's permanent dismissal from the army.

1778-12-23: John Laurens and Charles Lee Duel - On December 23, 1778 John Laurens and Charles Lee have a duel.

1781-03-15: Hamilton Goes Home - After a dispute with Washington, Hamilton leaves his staff for a few months.

1779-08-01: Lafayette Returns to France - Lafayette expressed desire to return to his homeland for awhile during this time period.

1780-03-19: Lafayette Returns to America with Supplies and Aid from France - Lafayette sailed into Boston on March 19, 1780 after his period in France.

1781-09-28: The Battle of Yorktown - This battle occured in Yorktown, Virginia from September 28th to October 19th in 1781. This battle essentially ended the fighting in the revolution and assured success to the American cause.

1783-09-03: The End of the Revolution - The Treaty of Paris was finally signed which negotiated between American and Great Britain, ended the revolution, and recognized America as independent.

1782-01-22: Birth of Philip - Alexander Hamilton's son, Philip, was born.

1783-06-21: Birth of Theodosia - Aaron Burr's daughter, Theodosia, was born.

1782-09-01: Hamilton Returns to New York - Sometime during 1782, Hamilton returns to New York and becomes a lawyer alongside Burr.

1783-01-01: The Churches Go to England - Angelica and her family go to England in 1783.

1787-01-01: The Federalist Papers - John Jay, James Madison, and Alexander Hamilton wrote a series of 85 essays titled The Federalist Papers in the span of a year which encouraged ratification to the constitution.

1787-05-25: Hamilton at the Constitutional Convention - Hamilton arrives at the Constitutional Convention on May 25, 1787.

1789-02-04: Washington Becomes the Preisdent - On February 4, 1789, George Washington becomes the first president of the United States of America.

1789-09-02: US Treasury is Founded - The Treasury was founded on September 9, 1789.

1789-09-11: Hamilton becomes Secretary of the Treasury - Hamilton takes office on September 11, 1789.

1800-03-31: First Murder Trial in the United States - The trial involving Levi Weekes took place from March 31st to April 1st in 1800 and was the first murder trial in the United States. Weekes had Aaron Burr, Alexander Hamilton, and Henry Brockholst Livingston representing him at the trial.

1789-07-14: French Revolution Begins - The French Revolution started in July of 1789.

1789-10-01: Jefferson Returns from France - Thomas Jefferson returns to America from Paris in October of 1789.

1790-03-22: Jefferson Becomes Secretary of State - Thomas Jefferson starts his term as Secretary of State in 1790.

1793-02-25: First Cabinet Meeting - Washington held the first cabinet meeting on February 25, 1793.

1787-12-06: Angelica and Hamilton's Letters - Hamilton and Angelica wrote letters near the end of 1787 featuring the punctuation of the comma described in the lyrics.

1787-12-06: Angelica and Hamilton's Letters - Hamilton and Angelica wrote letters near the end of 1787 featuring the punctuation of the comma described in the lyrics.

1791: Philip is Nine - Philip Hamilton turned nine in this song, making the song take place in 1791.

Now: Angelica and Hamilton's Letters - Hamilton and Angelica wrote letters near the end of 1787 featuring the punctuation of the comma described in the lyrics.

[stringhq]

Mwf? This looks amazing!!!!

thank you so much! i'd love to see alexa demie, america ferrera, anne hathaway, anya taylor joy, ayo edebiri, brittany snow, carey mulligan, chase sui wonders, coco jones, courteney cox, elizabeth lail, fka twigs, halle bailey, havana rose liu, jane de leon, jenna ortega, jessie buckley, maggie q, margot robbie, melissa barrera, mia goth, rachel sennott, sophie turner, sydney sweeney, tati gabrielle, taylor russell, victoria pedretti, willa fitzgerald, and zendaya. there are a bunch of ideas under the cut too from when i was in a spooky mood!

abbey lee, addison rae, aimee carrero, alexandra jensen, alison oliver, allison williams, alona tal, alyssa sutherland, amanda seyfried, america ferrera, andi matichak, angela bassett, antoinette robinson, anya taylor-joy, ayo edebiri, bahar pars, bethlehem million, billie lourd, brittany snow, caitlin stasey, carey mulligan, celeste o'connor, chase sui wonders, chloe bailey, cleopatra coleman, courteney cox, devyn nekoda, dominique fishback, elizabeth moss, ella balinska, emily tennant, fivel stewart, florence pugh, georgina campbell, gideon adlon, gillian anderson, gina gershon, grace byers, havana rose liu, hayden panettiere, hong chau, jane adams, janet mcteer, jasmin savoy brown, jenna coleman, jessie buckley, judy greer, julie bowen, kaia gerber, kaitlyn denver, kathryn newton, katie winter, keke palmer, kiernan shipka, kirby howell-bapitiste, kristen stewart, lady gaga, liana liberato, lily sullivan, lola zackow, lucy boynton, lucy hale, maggie q, maika monroe, maria bakalova, marin ireland, marley shelton, meghan martin, melissa barrera, mia goth, michelle yeoh, mikey madison, miranda otto, myha'la, nell verlaque, neve campbell, nichole sakura, odeya rush, olivia holt, paris jackson, portia doubleday, rachel sennott, renata vaca, rosamund pike, ruby cruz, samara weaving, sandra oh, sarah snook, shabana azeez, shannyn sossamon, shawnee smith, silvina sabater, sonia ammar, sophie thatcher, sophie wilde, sosie bacon, taissa farmigo, taylor russell, tina fey, virginia gardner, x mayo, or yvonne orjii!