#and wentworth is a good dad

[incorrect-losers]

Zack *pointing at Georgie and Bill*: This is my son and his brother Bill

Wentworth: Are they not both your kids? Why does Bill not get the son title?

Zack: I don’t like him

[obstinatecondolement]

Trying to think which of Austen's romantic leads is the most like me and, um:

Edward Ferrars was not recommended to their good opinion by any peculiar graces of person or address. He was not handsome, and his manners required intimacy to make them pleasing. He was too diffident to do justice to himself; but when his natural shyness was overcome, his behaviour gave every indication of an open, affectionate heart. His understanding was good, and his education had given it solid improvement. But he was neither fitted by abilities nor disposition to answer the wishes of his mother and sister, who longed to see him distinguished—as—they hardly knew what

... yeah.

[foxgloveinspace]

If I start Dinotopia tonight I might fucking…. Start a passion project fic… after putting it off for like a year and a half😬

[bookofthegear]

You’re an Art History major! You know your Early Baroque from your Rococo and your Byzantine from your Etruscan. Your guidance counselor was a little worried that it might not be quite the most useful field for an adventurer, but you’ll show Mrs. Gerald! You’ll show them all!

…Ahem.

Actually, it was while doing research on your major that you first learned of the clockwork labyrinth. Eland the Younger’s great lost work inspired generations of forgers purporting to have finished it, some of which are quite lovely in their own right. You did a paper on it. Then another one. Then you may have gotten a trifle obsessed.

The finch waits patiently through your internal monologue, then reaches under his wing and extracts a tiny card, which he offers to you. In a minuscule font, it reads:

James Finchington IV, Esq.

“But you can call me Jimmy!” the finch assures you, via interpretive dance.

Dungeon finches are a unique breed, the adventurer’s answer to the coal miner’s canary. They are highly intelligent, loyal, and brave, and up until recent budget cuts, Wentworth graduates were all assigned one upon graduation. (Now they give you a compass. It’s a good compass, but it’s no finch.) You weren’t expecting to see one here. Also, you have no idea where he was keeping that card.

“My dad told stories about this place,” Jimmy explains. “I’ve been waiting for someone to find it so I could see it for myself.” He gestures with his wings, somehow expressing the difficulty of a small finch carrying a light source.

You, of course, have a lantern. Actually, you’ve got a lot of gear. The standard adventurer’s kit includes a lantern, bandages, water-resistant matches, trail rations, basic climbing gear, the aforementioned compass, and several usefully sized bits of string.

You’ve also got the knife your grandmother gave you when you left the cabbage farm.

[jd07201990]

One might think I went a little overboard when I used my talents, to give my old college buddy Charles Wentworth II, the son he'd always wanted. Life threw him a curveball when his little boy just, stayed little. It took only 8 months to change that.

At 19, he was almost fae. 5'4" 110lbs soaking wet, the 3rd Charles in the line was thin, lithe, soft-tempered and good mannered. Clean and neat, always top of his class, the boy was head of the Student Council in High School, when his Father hoped he'd have excelled in Football, the same as his old man.

Charles II knew I'd gone into psychiatry out of college, majoring in Behavioral Studies with a minor in biochemistry. He'd seen what I could do to a person with just 10 minutes of talking. Out like a light, I'd fill their heads with all sorts of triggers, innocent fun to make the guys in the dorms laugh.

But Charles II knew where my interests really were. Behavioral Modification. He'd only seen this one time during our school days, when I tranced Jimmy Palter, the school's most annoying nerd, and by graduation, he'd packed on 50lbs, mostly in his belly, dressed like a hick, and went off to drive Big-Rigs across the country, adding notches to his creaking belt as he screwed his way across country, bedding pretty Diner girls as he hauled goods for my Dad's transport company. Last I'd checked, he was still trucking, with a wife and 5 kids somewhere out west.

Anyway, the strapping young stud you see here, with absolutely no intelligent thought behind those handsome eyes, is Charles Wentworth III. Or, as he preffers now, Chett. Sometimes his football buddies call him Chetworth, but one headlock with their faces pressed to his sweaty pits is enough to stop even the strongest of them, at least for a while. He's an aggressive, hot-blooded powerhouse, and doesn't let anyone forget it.

It had only taken an hour to wriggle my influence into his good natured, innocent mind. His father had asked him to come see me, and an hour later, the boy was thrilled to have sessions with me every day for the foreseeable future. I'd given him a perscription for what he was convinced were vitamins, but were really prototype HGH and Testosterone boosters a friend at a Pharma-Lab in Serbia gives to, well, select clientelle, with the agreement that we send the results asap. Some of this stuff may as well be nuclear Hormone-bombs, its no wonder the FDA refuses to even look at it!

So, A month in, and the boy was a nervous wreck. Trembling with excess energy, his feet tapped anciously during the first sessions, the supplements and my trances sending his body into overdrive. He said he felt like he was on fire, all the time, hot and clammy, and that his body tingled, pent up, wound tight like a spring. I let him suffer with this for a few weeks, I watched as the confusion led to annoyance, and he finally came to my office in the middle of the day, skipping class for the first time in his life, asking me for help. I tried to hid the wicked smirk on my face, and really got down to it. It was easy to drop him down into trance, and from there, My work really began.

4 months in, Chett had gotten a bit of weight on him, his body now tight and toned, working out alone when the gym was empty. The supplements really kicked his body into overdrive, sweat poured from him, soaking his shirts and shorts. He'd complained about it for only a short time, until I convinced him that was the smell of Effort. Of athletic Prowess. Of well-worked Male. As usual, anything I said became the truth, and I soon found him taking sniffs of himself after working out, flexing absentmindedly as he noticed the changes to his body.

By the 6th month, the supplements had shot through his body, setting it into a second puberty of sorts. He grew taller, hitting 6', his legs long with a solid densness that rivaled some of the soccer players. His torso was like a marble statue, each muscle easily traced, as he had very little bodyfat. The Chett was stuffing himself with pritein and calories at my suggestion, really pushing for some size, but his pesky metabolism just wouldn't let him bulk. His father decided that, "Behemoth" as the original plan had intended, wasn't necessary, and we went with "Classic All American Boy" instead. What began as a shrimpy welp, turned into a marble stature, then the beginnings of a diamond-cut stud.

His shoulders widened, giving him that perfect masculine taper, while his face lost its boyish softness, replaced with sharper, more intensly sharp features. His size 7s grew quickly, his feet ruinding sneakers left and right, until he'd leveled off at a wide size 13. His chest began to grow a smattering of hair, his pits were thick, dense wiry bushes. He had that Pretty-Boy look. Fuzzy in all the right places. Sure, he reeked like a Varsity Locker room, but hey, Charles II wanted an athletic son, he knows from our own college days what that entials.

I could see the Sorority Girls and cheerleaders beginning to take notice, but for now, I'd kept Chett firmly away from women. That would come later. I recieved several new prototype supplements, each targeting a different system of the body. By the time he'd finished taking these, he was 6'2" 170, a tall, well built stallion, with nothing but the gym and my trances to quell the neverending storm of energy and hormones flooding his system. He was pent up, on edge, ready to go off anytime. And I knew just what I had to do.

I'd had him on edge for the last 8 monnths. his grades slipped until he nearly got ckicked from school. Luckily, I miraculously had a place for him on the Football team. And he eagerly joined, wanting nothing more than to try and burn off all the aggression on the field. He was a beast from his first practice, I'd programmed everything he'd ever need to know about the game into his mind for months. He absolutley plowed through opponents. It was incredible to see.

I finally let the damn break after a hard-fought summer Game. he'd performed just as I expected. Like a perfectly trained, expert player. Nobody would ever guess Chett had ever been a weedy little boy. Expecially not after I'd set him loose, allowing him to notice the girls all over the field, cheering and buoncing about from player to player. when Sandra Rinaldi, heir to an immense national Grocer's fortune slid up to him, pushing the sweaty hair from his eyes, he couldn't help it. One look at her, and he pounced, kissing her hard right there in the field. 8 months of hormones and denial had been released.

From what I learned through locker room talk in the days following, Chett had given Sandra quite the workout that night, and every day since. Although the two weren't exclusive, Chett tending to get his dick wet anytime, anywhere, with anyone just as programmed, Chett seemed to have a natural incling toward her, and ended up asking her to marry him just after graduation, his father thrilled at the possibility of grandkids and Sandra's inheritence bolstering their own family's fortune.

From tiny waif of a boy, to a true blue American Stud, Charles Wentworth III was now both satisfied and thrilled with his family's future. His strapping, handsome Jock of a son made him proud, cleaning up well for his father to parade him around Gala's and business events, other big-wigs taking notice of the Wentworth's "good genes", not knowing what it took to build the boy up as you see here.

[bethanydelleman]

Ranking Jane Austen heroes/men on how good of a father they’d be?

I have faith that all of them would be good fathers. After all, Jane Austen clearly knows what bad fathers look like and she is pretty harsh about them (rightfully). I think all of them would be good in different ways, so instead of ranking, here is their dad type:

Fitzwilliam Darcy: Providing dad, his love language is buying his children expensive toys and praising their accomplishments to relations. He is definitely involved in education and discipline. Wee bit overprotective of his daughters, but you get it, he has valid reasons. Gives his sons handshakes instead of hugs.

Charles Bingley: Fun dad, he's not sure about this whole 'parenting' part... but Baby Charles, did you see this cool rock? Do you want to go up on Daddy's shoulders so you can see the elephant? Do you want to see Daddy's fencing swords? (Oh, good point Jane, we'll put those away for a few years...)

Frederick Wentworth: Teamwork dad, he knows that Anne could totally handle everything herself, but he's not afraid to help. He feels confident removing a toddler from someone's back after all. Occasionally cannot figure out what to do and stares helplessly at his wife.

George Knightley: Nurturing dad DOES BABY GEORGE NEED ANOTHER BLANKET? DOES HE NEED A SNACK? BABY GEORGE, IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOUR PRESENT COMFORT??? (No, Mr. Knightley, he's fine.)

Colonel Brandon: Affectionate dad, he cries when any of his children hits a major milestone. He feels the need to constantly hug and kiss his children. They are miracles, all of them are miracles, and he is going to make them happy and what happened to him and Eliza will never happen again! They need another hug

Edward Ferrars: Thoughtful dad, constantly thinking about what will make his children feel happy and loved. Encourages them to follow their dreams. Has minor panic attacks if he says or does anything that remotely reminds him of his own mother. Elinor assures him regularly that he's doing an excellent job (because he is).

Edmund Bertram: Interactive dad, takes time to discuss their lessons and answer questions. Very anxious about his children's moral education. Will take the time to draw lines on their letter paper. Will never admit he's wrong even when he makes a mistake.

Henry Tilney: Perfect dad, like honestly, have you met him? He's a 10/10, all the best parenting traits rolled into one man. AND YET, his oldest son thinks he's totally lame.

Bonus: Frank Churchill left his child at Kensington Gardens once twice, but Jane never found out so it doesn't count.

Bonus bonus: Robert Martin totally has a mini-me son who rides beside him on a pony.

[germhammy]

(Mis) Adventures of Little Wednesday -aka Wednesday’s mirror image niece

“Dinner pt 2”

Everyone in the house heard the door bell.

Lurch: -opened the door- You rang?

Dalton: um yes. Wednesday invited for dinner?

Dayton: dad! We got to feed the animals!!

Wednesday: good evening, Dalton. The Ottingers are on the way. Dinner will be ready soon. The misfits are washing up after the animal feedings. I must also wash up

Dalton chucked nervously. Gomez and Morticia descended the stairs

Gomez: ah. Good evening, Mr Wentworth

Morticia: Dalton. Nice of you to join us! Your son is such a lovely boy. From what my daughter says of your wife? She must really let him be a child

Dalton: I am beginning to see it. He is so happy when he is with the misfits. He has been asking if learn archery with Wednesday. I told him his mother would frown upon that

Gomez: fencing? My daughter is an excellent fencer! She’s been teaching my granddaughter. She could have been a top fencer had it been her passion

Dalton: even worse than archery in Daisy’s eyes.

The Misfits returned

Dayton: Dad!! -running up and hugging his father-

Dalton: we were just talking about you and how you wanted to learn archery

Dayton: yeah. But mom won’t let me. It’s too dangerous

Koda: oh! Maybe come with me to learn drum? It taiko. Not Hawaiian drum but Japanese drum.

Tyler: yeah! I’m going to learn too with Koda!

Dayton: really? You guys don’t mind?

Koda: you misfit.

Dayton: what about Ruthie, Wednesday and GJ?

Ruthie: I’m not learning drum. I have lots of farm stuff and cooking stuff I’m doing

GJ: I am found of robotics stuff with my dad and gardening with Grandma!

Little Wednesday: I have archery and fencing. And I’m learning cello and piano

Dayton: cello? Why cello?

Wednesday retired from washing up.

Wednesday: I play the cello

Dayton: that’s neat! I’ve always wanted to play an instrument. Dad? Can I go to taiko with Koda and Tyler? Please?

Dayton: well we will have to see. Water polo season is coming. But I’ll see what ai can do. Your mother wants to go to several Mary Kay conferences and a trip to Iceland and Europe with her selling friends. It’s a bit expensive. I’m not sure if we can afford everything

Wednesday: Dalton. If it would help get Dayton out of your hair while you take care of your water polo, get Daisy away from the house so Dayton can have some fun this summer? I’ll pay for the taiko class and even give you something to allow your wife to go on her trips

Dalton: oh my gosh. Yes? Not just for Dayton but me too! -chuckling-

Wednesday: just let me know

The front door opened. Eugene and Idgie arrived along with Grand Sue, Gran Jan and Great Gran Ninny

Jack barked in greeting

[reddie-ao3feed]

What if Richie got possessed

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CeV6Lxj by ObservingMorgoth Richie Tozier was tired, Which wasn’t surprising, he had stayed up for the past few weeks. Not trusting anything to not be that fucking clown. He knew this was very unhealthy for his mental state, ESPECIALLY when he had school today. Not that he could go to sleep anyway. It turns out that when you are fighting a psychotic killer clown 24/7, it is hard to take a nice nap without having terrible nightmares. Richie looked down to see his plate. Not a single thing had been eaten, and not a single thing was going to be eaten. “RICHIE” a voice shouted. It was his dad, Wentworth Tozier. he had been buttering some toast from the looks of it before he screamed. His father had always been one for jokes and theatrics. he was probably where he got most of his jokes and humor from, but right now he looked dead serious. or Richie get's possessed by Pennyshit Words: 513, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Stan Uris, Mike Hanlon, Bowers Gang, Pennywise (IT), Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Richie Tozier gets possessed by Pennywise, richie tozier centric, Richie Tozier is a Mess, Gay Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier is a Little Shit, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak is So Done, Pennywise is so done, Richie Tozier is so done, Richie Tozier parents try their best to be good, But their not great, Stan Uris is basically the therapist to the group especially for Richie, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends, Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris Are Best Friends, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Mess, "It's hard possessing a angsty closeted gay thirteen-year-old" said Pennywise, You can just see me spit balling for more tags, BAMF Beverly Marsh, BAMF Richie Tozier, Bill with his stuttering worse then ever, I hope people like this fic, Richie Tozier parents are heavily catholic, I hate it when people make Richie's parents abusive and alcoholics when in canon they're not read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CeV6Lxj

[incorrect-losers]

any stozier friendship hc's?

looking for a friend

AHHHH OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE THIS QUESTION OK UMM

Stan and Richie 100% created their own language when they were 8 and 9 respectively and have continued using it forever. (It’s mostly used to talk shit about the other losers (Bill))

Stan gets really choked up when under pressure/when all attention’s on him (mostly because of his dad), but Richie is always able to see the signs that Stan’s panicking and derails the entire subject (it’s what he does best). They don’t talk about how that’s why Richie did that but Stan’s always grateful

Richie’s usually the only one that picks up on Stan’s overly complicated jokes (he ended up laughing too hard at a joke Stanley said about Bowers being Pavlov given the way he gets his dogs to drool, the losers thought he was mocking Stan)

Stan carries around a cloth to clean Richie’s glasses, them being dirty doesn’t bother Richie but it drives Stan up the wall

They both did little league together, Stan was really good, meanwhile Richie was in outfield picking daises. Stan ended up making the middle school baseball team. After the whole It debacle he told Richie if he had swung at a ball half as well as he swung at that clown he might’ve actually made it onto the team with him

Richie bought Stan his first puzzle as a joke when they were kids, calling it the lame joke present before giving Stan his real gift. Stan absolutely loved it though, it started his love for puzzles and he ended up glueing and framing it

They do a daily lunch swap because Stan loves Wentworth’s egg salad sandwiches and Richie can’t get enough of Andrea’s famous pasta salad

They’ve always 100% without question not skipping a beat said the other was their best friend when asked. Yes, all the losers are all best friends but Stan and Richie have always been the closest and everyone knew it.

[nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak]

FANFIC RECS!

here's a revamped version of my rec post - each fic will link to it's corresponding ao3 page, a summary in my words, small notes/review, and a disclaimer for more mature ratings if needed.

enjoy!

(* = new entry, last updated: Dec 3rd, 2023, still going through recent bookmarks)

(ps. let me know if you want your mention to be removed!)

IT

and a stain on my shirt - venom crossover, vv good, also a fix-it, venom finds another eddie to latch onto, a lot of humor, reddie get together, venom saves eddie

awake my soul - pretty angsty, keep an eye on those trigger warnings, this was pretty good, i rlly couldn’t take any breaks with this one, richie and eddie get jumped but in the process of putting away the ones responsible for the hate crime richie finds that he’ll have to come out sooner than he’s ready for, added bonus of art!!, happy ending, has fan reactions and news coverage as things are slowly revealed

come over here and overwhelm me - nsfw, a VERY GOOD rec, SO tender, the fluff is so well written, richie is having a bad day nd eddie comes to the rescue being so hfwjaklhj!!!, this fic said bottom richie rights nd it opened my eyes

don’t break character - HE/THEY RICHIE RIGHTS, richie finds that maybe his journey of identity isn’t over when he hears the word “nonbinary”, very!!!!, fjkdkslahfkl, just him having he/they pronouns is so exciting and flappy hands-worthy

I killed a clown. ama! - it chapter 2 except it’s through the lens of social media from posts by richie eddie myra and background fans, very very entertaining, canon compliant until eddie’s death it’s actually a fix-it, fair amount of angst??

it’s not real - WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS, a lot of angst, very intense, eddie has an amazing richie impression, almost like they share the same braincell, eddie is also vv caring and will drag any faceless internet account down with him, could def make it in celebrity PR according to richie’s manager steve, richie comes out but he gets a horrible reaction and then finds himself in the middle of a clusterfuck of things that unfortunately couldn’t stay in the past, bill apparently also gets cancelled a lot and he cannot cook, he’s also the only other loser in here, a black mirror au, AGAIN WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS ONE

oh, wouldn’t it be nice? - nsfw, some angst, eddie finds richie’s obituary that he got from adrien (the park scene in chap 2; at least i think it was adrien), SUPER SWEET OMG, i had to stop a few times from the sheer amount of emotion this gave me

parental interference - in 1989 some parents are coming to their senses when it comes to a certain clown, i love went he’s an awesome dad, T rating, i suggest a peek at the trigger warnings/tags just in case, canon-typical triggers, again i really love wentworth tozier in this fic he’s a 10/10 dad

predicament bondage - nsfw, richie is 100% a sweetheart, eddie is fjdsljfkslf i love this version of him, richie is cast as a dom in a movie so he decides to get information from a professional which is eddie but he finds that working with eddie might bring his heart into the mix, a lot of internalized homophobia so watch out, ur honor i love eddie here

puppets and plants - the way this was written? *muah* my number two rec, some angst, the intimacy of u nd the guy set up across from u at the farmer’s market, amazing stanpat dynamic, trans eddie and ben!, pride parade!!

the king is gone - absolutely AMAZING time travel fix-it, fairly long, some angst, some fluff, not at all a boring read

the lockbox - pushing an M rating? maybe a T?, asexual eddie finding out that he’s ace and everything that comes with realizing u aren’t straight, honestly made my ace heart so happy, bit of angst

work friends and emergency contacts - outsider pov, eddie makes a work friend, fix-it w both eddie and stan living, eddie gets a divorce pre-itch2, damon just wants the best for richie and eddie, reddie getting together, richie visits eddie at work

STRANGER THINGS

bottle it up until it overflows - ohhhh boy, i absolutely love the vecna possessing mike trope and this fic definitely lives up to high standards, rated mature, bad parent ted wheeler and internalized homophobia, basically mike gets vecna'd is the entire plot - @ghoulsanderson

i feel like i know you (but we never met) - post season 4 of stranger things, ambiguous / open ending, teen rating, oh boy this made me emotional!, without spoilers i have to say this is such an angsty fic and i love it, this fic is written beautifully, the party all forget will because of vecna suppressing their memories, spoilers: mike puts everything together to figure out who the "missing person" is - @andiwriteordie

something's made your eyes go cold - TW SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, rated mature, mike is chronically suicidal, very very angsty but relatable (sadly), oneshot - @defendingtammythompson

when everything was fiction, future and prediction - two words: time travel, mike is confronted by his younger self and figures out a few things, very much hurt/comfort, rated teen

9-1-1 TV

*all the time in the world - i literally know nothing about the dsmp but the way this was written is so beautiful, i love angst and buddie but also buck angst gets me the most, evan buckley used to be someone called karl jacobs but eddie doesn't know that and thinks buck is a war veteran, he's not entirely wrong but also don't make me fact check that beyond reading this, this fic makes me feel super autistic in a way i can't explain, time travel and secret identities are just so my jam dude, bonus chris moment that made me squeal bc chris eddie and buck are so family material - @official-impravidus

*my palms and fingers still reek of gasoline - such a good crossover, the characterization is very very good, i definitely need to read it again, a pjo au that has a twist, demigod buck and eddie are special to me now, having buck be on that side is an interesting choice and i like it, buck's mom being aphrodite makes so much sense - @trashyinfernomusic

[kalsiferdraws]

deadlights, freese’s, clubhouse (i know this one but still), monsters

:3

Awe hey bestie!

Deadlights: funny enough my partner and I talked about this. I don't have like fears of things so much as experiences. We pinpointed it to either being trapped in the dark surrounded by loud voices or a being chased by something in the ground. (To which I dare him to pop out, I fight)

Freese's: if this is favorite costume in the movies it's adult richie, cause it's literally how I dress. If in general I am fond of a nice fairy one. Not a sexy one just covered in trinkets and leaves n shit.

Clubhouse: I've said it once and I'll say it again. GIVE ME MIKE AND HIS DAD DOING DONUTS IN AN OLD PICKUP TRUCK, or Ben being absolutely chaotic, I'm happy with both. Would love seeing Ben snorting lemons.

Monsters: Wentworth Tozier or Will Hanlon, good dads who genuinely love their boys

[crackdkettle]

Also it's like, rationally, logically, I know that of course this didn't have any impact on my life when it happened because he was already dead in my mind and my heart, I killed him there and mourned whatever he could have possibly ever been to me thirteen years ago, so of course his physical death doesn't change anything.

But also what the fuck do you mean it didn't change anything, IT WAS SUPPOSED TO CHANGE EVERYTHING! You're telling me this thing I'd been wishing and hoping would happen for twenty-five goddamned years finally did and it mattered so little I just carried on with my life for over half a year without even being aware of it!?

I was supposed to feel so fucking relieved when this happened and I don't, like relief not only isn't the primary emotion I'm feeling, it's not even an emotion I'm feeling, I'm just upset and kind of sad, and also furious on behalf of eight- and eleven- and fourteen- and sixteen- and eighteen- and twenty-one-year-old me for not having the reaction she expected, the reaction she deserves (and when the hell did I become just another adult in her life letting her down?).

But the worst thing is I can't even talk to my sisters about this because they actually are relieved and I know they're not gonna understand what I'm feeling because I don't even understand what I'm feeling and it's just gonna be a fight I don't want to have, so like, on top of everything, I'm also pissed that the only people who could have possibly understood how I'm feeling so clearly don't.

I just found out my dad died in February, and I haven't seen or spoken to him in almost twenty years but I'm still, I don't know... upset? I think mostly that no one told me, even though I'm also kind of like, well I did forfeit my right to know, right? Like that was kind of the deal I made to be left alone. But also I guess I just kind of assumed he'd always be out there somewhere, and it's weird to know for almost seven months he hasn't been? And he was only 72! His family is so long-lived! His mom is still alive ffs! Idk, I think I'm in shock and also I never expected to be this upset about it and I'm kind of mad at myself for being upset.

[bethanydelleman]

Greetings! If you don't mind a little question from someone who's been recently browsing your page (and enjoying it greatly), how do you think the plot of Persuasion would change if the stillborn son of Sir Walter and Lady Elliot lived?

This question is awesome! It would change so much.

Firstly, Elizabeth Elliot would probably be married by the beginning of the novel. She is obsessed with retaining her position at Kellynch specifically and very focused on Mr. Elliot. Without him mattering, she would be more free to consider other options. And she wouldn't have had her big letdown with him at 16 because he wouldn't have mattered to them.

Mary's fortunes may also change because with Elizabeth married, Sir Walter would need either Anne or Mary to step up as hostess. So both Anne and Mary may travel to London and have a greater opportunity to meet men and mix in the world. Elizabeth doesn't want a tag-along sister but Anne is too nice to leave Mary at home.

Next, we have to consider if Lil Walter Jr. takes after mommy or daddy. He'd be about 12 when Lady Elliot died. If he was prudent, he could probably help curb his dad's irrational spending (I do think he could, Emma is able to manage a house at 13 after all). If he's like Sir Walter and Elizabeth, he would probably help drive the family into debt far more quickly. Indulgent as Sir Walter is with a favourite daughter, I think he'd be worse with a son. Lil Walter is the heir of Kellynch! He needs all the trappings of a man of his rank and etc.

The one thing that probably wouldn't change is Anne's first engagement to Wentworth, because if Lil Walter loves his sister... well Lady Russell's advice was sound, and a good brother would also say something like, "Hey maybe don't run off with a penniless sailor you've known for like 3 months total." If Lil Walter is a jerk, he would probably still be against it because he wouldn't want to care for a broke, widowed Anne with maybe some children (which was always a real possibility).

There is a chance Anne would marry someone else, as Austen did write:

More than seven years were gone since this little history of sorrowful interest had reached its close; and time had softened down much, perhaps nearly all of peculiar attachment to him, but she had been too dependent on time alone; no aid had been given in change of place (except in one visit to Bath soon after the rupture), or in any novelty or enlargement of society. No one had ever come within the Kellynch circle, who could bear a comparison with Frederick Wentworth, as he stood in her memory. No second attachment, the only thoroughly natural, happy, and sufficient cure, at her time of life, had been possible to the nice tone of her mind, the fastidiousness of her taste, in the small limits of the society around them.

The problem becomes Wentworth and Anne meeting again. The Elliots would probably either go into debt sooner, therefore before the sailors come home, or not at all, meaning the Crofts would not rent Kellynch either way. Without the Crofts, why would Wentworth return to the area? You could maybe have them all meet in Lyme while Wentworth is visiting the Harvilles and the Elliots just go sight-seeing? That would be the tricky part! They need enough time together for Wentworth to get over his resentment and for Anne to get her groove back.

Really great fan fiction idea! Or Anne marries someone else and Wentworth has to find another woman...

[triviareads]

What's your ranking of the Jane Austen heroes?

I'm going based on the books, and I haven't read Sense and Sensibility (but I have watched the movie and then promptly forgot everything) Mansfield Park, or Lady Susan (or Sanditon now that I think about it), plus I read these around a decade ago so here are my rankings:

Henry Tilney because he's just so EASY to like— the way he walks a fine line between finding Catherine's naivete charming (and he's into it. for sure.) but he never condescends her (see: when she straight up admits she thinks his dad killed his mom, and while he's perturbed, he doesn't take it out on her), and he's just a funny guy in general.

Mr. Darcy because when I do selectively reread P&P, I find myself laughing at his and Elizabeth's convos in the first half because his delusion(!!), but on the other hand you get why he might.... have thought she was into him. And he's actually so cute when he "smilingly" replies to her while she thinks she ripped him a new one

Captain Wentworth for his hissy kitty energy (thanks @jeanvanjer for that one) after being rejected by Anne and being a petty bitch about it 8 years later, and then for the sheer romance of his letter and the last 2(?) conversations they have.

Mr. Knightley because I do feel like I project a lot of what could be onto him (it's the age gap ok 💀) and forget what is, which is that he's a nice guy and a very paternal kinda friend to Emma, but as far as the romance, he doesn't bring it the way the other guys do probably because he's a little too good at hiding his emotions (which he basically admits at the end but still).

[germhammy]

(Mis)Adventures of Little Wednesday - aka Wednesday’s mirror image niece

“LUAU!”

Dalton: Mr Waialiki thank you so much for inviting Dayton and allowing me to bring the water polo team as well

Koa: my pleasure. It makes me happy when Koda make new friends. He tend to be very shy at times. And a luau is a time for gathering. We always have plenty of food. More than enough. Is your wife not here?

Dalton: no. She is out with her business partners at a makeup party. I usually have Dayton to myself on the weekends. Mostly he goes to the water polo matches or practice with me. He loves playing water polo. But I’m happy now he has friends outside of school who invite him to join him on the weekends

Little Wednesday: -walking up to Dalton- hello, Mr Wentworth. Dayton said his mother forbade him to eat chapulines? My Auntie Weenie and I made some. I brought some for Dayton because he likes them

Dalton: oh. Are these the fried bugs?

Little Wednesday: grasshoppers and crickets - Wednesday took one out of the bag and held it out for Dalton- here. Try one

Dalton put it in his mouth.

Dalton: wow. That’s pretty tasty. I’ll take them and make sure Dayton gets them. Daisy can be quite narrow minded when it comes to food. In fact? I think she would be hyperventilating seeing that the men over there are placing a whole pig into that hole to cook.

Little Wednesday: the imu! I helped dig the hole today! Good thing she is not here. So many other food she will find disgusting

-calling from the distance-

GomezJr: Wends! Come back! We’re gonna play on the playset!!

Little Wednesday ran off. Koa lead Dalton to where the men were tending the imu and the women were preparing the other foods.

After all the delicious food it was time for entertainment. After some hula. It was Koda’s turn. He stepped up in his traditional clothes.

Koda: my name Koda. I perform fire dance. Because I only 7 I not yet use fire but LED lights

Dayton sat with the gang who had seen Koda do his dance before but he had not. Also nearby was his father’s water polo team. They all cheered. After Koda, came a hula lesson. Dayton and Dalton got up as did a few of the water polo team.

It was in all a great time with food and fun. Wednesday and Jane showed up as the entertainment came to a close

Little Wednesday: Auntie Weenie!! You came! Survived the press junkies?

Wednesday: yes. The real question is did the journalists survive me!

Enid walked over kissing her wife

Enid: you didn’t threaten anyone?

Wednesday: only a few death glares

Dayton came running over

Dayton: Auntie Weenie! Hi. Auntie Eenie and Mrs Waialiki were telling me all about the food they eat in Hawaii! Dad? How come we never eat this kind of food when we go to Hawaii? Or go to a luau?

Dalton: your mother likes to stay at the resorts. She doesn’t want to do all those ‘touristy things’

Wednesday: while ‘touristy’ yes? The luau is a part of the native Hawaiian culture

Dalton: I know. I am glad Dayton has become friends with the … what are the gang known as at school? I know they have some sort of nickname. Daisy has mentioned it

Wednesday: the little misfits. Or simply the misfits

Koa: -walking up to the new arrivals- Jane, Wednesday! You made it. Just in time for the making of the take home plates

Jane: of course! Next time hopefully we can join in the festivities.

As the food was being divided for everyone, Mrs Wentworth entered the yard screaming at her husband

Daisy: Dalton! What are you doing here? Why did you bring our precious pookie here?

Dalton: stop it. He is having fun with his new friends. Aren’t you pal?

Dayton: yes! Can I go? Mrs Waialiki is making everyone shaved ice before we go! Do you and momma want some?

Dalton: no thanks. But you go and get yours

Dayton ran off

Daisy: pookie, no! Come back. Ugh! Seriously?

Wednesday: well I am going to get some shaved ice. Enid, Jane you coming?

Koa: I should get back to making the take home plates. Dalton, care to help and make sure to get your favorites?

Dalton: yes.

Daisy let out a scream

[curiousb]

The Wentworth Family Album: Volume XI

While Sophia gets back into shape...

...the babies -  including a recently aged-up Frederica - are in good hands.

Shy little Frederica is happiest in her own company, with her own thoughts.

~ Aries 10 / 0 / 10 / 4 / 6

~ Coward / Hates the Outdoors (quite the opposite of the grandfather that she was named after then!)

~ OTH: Sport (although she shares his sporting enthusiasm)

With a loving family around them, the youngsters are making good progress with their toddler skills.

Frederick is the fun grandparent, and has quickly established himself as Tickler in Chief.

Why does this not surprise me at all? (I let my Sims - or Risky Woohoo - decide how many children they have, so it’s nothing to do with me!)

With another baby on the way, it’s going to be very handy having Sophia’s younger sister Henrietta around. With her plans for the future yet to be finalised, she’s moved back in with the family after graduating - for the time being - and is happily resuming her athletic rivalry with her dad.

All she knows is that she’s going to be very, very rich, in the glittering world of entertainment.

~ Taurus 6 / 5 / 10 / 6 / 7

~ Coward / Hates the Outdoors / Supernatural Fan / Charismatic / Lucky

~ OTH: Music & Dance

~ Favourite Colour(s): Red

~ Aspiration: Fortune / Popularity

~ Turn-ons / -off: +Cultured / +Well-liked / -Plant Lover

~ Major: Economics (2.9)

~ LTW: Become Prestidigitator

To her credit, she does more than her fair share of caring for her niece and nephew - she’s a fabulous auntie.

And she still manages to find time to take care of her own needs too.

Merybury’s most-unlikely Casanova - James - strikes again! (And I always thought they were just good friends.)

In broad daylight too! (It’s those socks, I tell you.)

And then, everyone’s lives become just that bit busier, with the arrival of a second daughter - welcome, Thomasina!