#chimney sweep london

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[vintage-every-day]

91 year-old chimney sweep Titch Cox smiling on a London rooftop, 30th December 1969.

[profitable-tips-for-you]

Illuminating the Future: The Impact and Expansion of Fibre Optic Cabling in London

London, a city renowned for its rich history, diverse culture, and bustling economy, is also rapidly becoming a leader in advanced technological infrastructure. One of the most significant developments in this arena is the expansion of fibre optic cabling. This technology, which uses light to transmit data at incredible speeds, is transforming the way Londoners connect, communicate, and conduct…

[eepypigeon]

Realising i need to edit the age in my bio, screaming crying throwing up actively

[joanquill]

How Touching

How Albert would react to a reader who doesn't like physical intimacy at first in the modern era.

Albert James Moriarty

A/N: Sorry for the long absence, a lot has happened and writer's block has made a home in my head rent-free at this point it's almost homophobic :) (as you can probably tell with this one so advanced apologies!) late happy pride month! 💕🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Tag/s: One-Shot with Headcanons, Modern!AU, Long (2.2k words)

Warning/s: Slightly Suggestive(???)

When you first joined the Moriartys with their plan to abolish the class system, the group welcomed you with open arms.

Quite literally with how Bonde tried to hug you as a greeting.

You evaded him smoothly, surprising the man and the others.

But you explained how you were uncomfortable with physical touch, and everyone respected your boundaries.

Despite the awkward start, everyone still welcomed you.

And as time passed, you slowly grew closer to everyone in the group.

But especially with the oldest Moriarty, seeing as your job usually involved assisting him.

Whether being his partner on missions or attending parties with the rich, you two are usually seen together.

It also doesn't help that you were mostly in charge of maintaining the manor in London when Louis and Master Jack were away.

Because of this, you also tend to stay with him in London while William and the others are back in Durham.

This leads to you and Albert sharing chores in London.

While Albert is a master when it comes to cleaning, you always make sure he's nowhere near the kitchen or at least have you there to supervise.

The first time you tried his cooking, you were out of commission for three days.

Because of how much time you spend together, you two started to get closer.

And this didn't go unnoticed by your housemates.

"(Y/N), have you seen my-?"

"-It's in your coat pocket," 

"And the-?"

"-It's already in your suitcase,"

"And did you already inform-?"

"-Yes, Director Holmes is aware of your return to London tonight," you answered as you showed him the email you sent to the director.

Albert chuckled as he loosened his collar, "What would I do without you?"

You smirked at his remark as you fixed his loosened collar and necktie.

"Well, aren't you just a perfect match," Sebastian commented from the couch, watching you two blankly.

You froze at his words as you turned away, making sure your expression remained neutral. 

"It's almost freaky, to be honest..." he shuddered, making you chuckle.

"Don't you have a chimney to sweep, colonel?" Albert reminded, earning a glare from Sebastian as the doors burst open, Bonde running inside the room.

"You're really leaving already? We planned to go to that new restaurant this afternoon," Bonde asked as he walked in, seeing you and Albert grabbing your coats.

"Yes... The director suddenly called saying it was an urgent matter, so our plans will have to be rescheduled," you explained, much to Bonde's disappointment.

You smiled softly at him as you gave him a gentle hug.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we can go there some other time," you reassured as you pulled away, seeing a shocked expression from the three men.

"...What?"

"You hugged him..." Sebastian pointed out, making you raise a brow and smile.

"Yes, and what about it?" you teased, hugging Bonde again, surprising them for a second time.

"What the-?!"

"Awww, (N/N)!" Bonde smiled as he hugged you back tightly, cherishing the moment as you laughed.

"No way..." Sebastian breathed out a smile, "To think Bonde would be the first..." he smirked, looking over to Albert, who held a faux smile as he walked up to you and Bonde.

"(Y/N), I believe it is about time for us to leave?" he reminded, making you gasp.

"Right! I'll go call a cab," you hurriedly walked out of the manor, hoping you wouldn't miss the last train back to London.

Sebastian laughed wholeheartedly as the door behind you closed, hitting Albert's back while Bonde kept a hand over his mouth, hiding a proud smile from the oldest Moriarty.

"Didn't expect you to be the possessive type!" Sebastian snickered, making Albert lightly scoff and swatted Sebastian's hand.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Albert denied as he grabbed the bags.

"(Y/N) is a reliable comrade to all of us,"

"Then why don't you let them stay in Durham with us?"

"Because their skills are needed in London,"

"But what if William asks them to stay with us?"

"Then there's no helping it, I suppose,"

"Oh?" William's voice cut through, catching everyone's attention.

"Then you finally agree to have (Y/N) stay with us for this weekend?" he asked, but Albert stayed silent as he kept facing away from the group.

"You seemed quite adamant about having them join you back to London mere moments ago when we were discussing in my office," William added, making Albert sigh as Sebastian and Bonde grinned from ear to ear.

"My, my, Al. How unprofessional," Bonde teased as he tried to see Albert's face, now contorted in irritation as he kept his smile.

"It seems (Y/N)'s skills are needed here in Durham more than in London," Sebastian added, wrapping an arm around Albert's shoulders,

"Such a shame..."

William chuckled as he walked up to the group, giving Albert a piece of paper.

"Here are the details for your and (Y/N)'s next mission in London. It seems (Y/N) is more needed in London after all," William innocently smiled, making Albert sigh.

"...I will make sure to visit again next week with them,"

"Thank you, Nii-san. And do not worry about (Y/N)'s affections," William commented, perking Albert's ears.

"I'm certain they also consider you one of their closest companions. But you must be more proactive if you wish for them to see you as something more," he reassured the oldest Moriarty, catching everyone's attention.

"That is not-"

"-The cab's here!" you announced as you hurried back inside, seeing everyone gathering around Albert.

"...What? Do we have another meeting before leaving?" you questioned, making the others share a look as they left, saying their goodbyes as Albert walked up to you with your bags and coats.

"What were you discussing while I was gone?" you questioned as Albert gave you your coat and scarf.

"Just..." Albert replied, looking down at the paper William gave him,  "Have courage"  written on it, "... Just the details for our next mission," he smiled, pocketing the piece of paper as he helped you with your scarf, careful not to touch you.

"...I shall tell you later,"

During the trip back to London, you noticed Albert has grown quiet, deep in his thoughts.

As you tried to ignore the man's change of behavior, he suddenly called your name and asked what you thought of everyone in the group.

Confused by the sudden question, you shrugged it off and answered honestly, seeing everyone as a trusted companion, possibly even family.

"Really?"

"Yes. Don't you see me as one?" you jokingly asked, making Albert smile widely.

"...No, I cannot say the same," he answered, shocking you. You quickly turned to him and saw him looking at you with straightforward eyes.

"You may have started as one of my most trusted companions, but I never saw you as family," he explained, straightening himself up as he grabbed the end of your scarf.

"But as a lover," he clarified, gingerly kissing the end of your scarf as he kept his eyes on you.

After his declaration of love, the trip back to London felt excruciatingly long.

Nonetheless, you admitted you felt the same you both agreed to take it slow.

Albert was a true gentleman in the whole relationship, making sure you were comfortable with everything.

He makes sure to spend time with you, whether it's just at home or out on a date, giving you gifts, and words of reassurance.

He would never make you feel you were lacking or guilty about taking the relationship slow.

He also never tried to touch you or force himself on you.

He might feel jealous whenever you and others hug, such as Bonde, Fred, or your close friends, but he won't force you to do the same to him.

"You will be gone for three weeks?" you repeated in disbelief as Albert nodded dejectedly.

"Yes, which is why we discussed that you should stay in Durham with the others in the meantime,"

"I see... If that's the case, I need to see some things before I leave," you muttered, trying to plan your sudden leave as you looked around the manor.

Albert breathed out a laugh as he let out a dramatic sigh, catching your attention.

"How cold... And I thought you would miss me more," he teased, opening one eye at you with a playful smile.

You scoffed as you walked up to him, cradling his cheek.

"You will be coming back home to me after, are you not?" you questioned, making him smirk.

"Always," he reassured, taking your gloved hand and kissing your knuckles.

You smiled as you interlocked your fingers with his, clasping it.

"Then I have nothing to worry about,"

"(N/N)!" Bonde beamed as he ran up to you, giving you a hug as he squeezed you tightly.

You giggled as you hugged him back, returning the same affection.

"You should go on more overnight trips, Al," Bonde joked, making Albert roll his eyes with a smile as he put on his hat.

"Next time, I shall bring (Y/N) with me," Albert mused, kissing your gloved hand again.

"Take care, Albert-nii-san," Louis smiled as Albert waved goodbye to everyone.

"Goodbye,"

"Take your time~,"

"Be careful...!" you warned, sighing at the memory of Albert returning home in a bloody uniform.

"Aww... Miss him already?" Bonde teased with a toothy grin, making you scoff and lightly push him off.

"Come on... I remember Louis saying we're doing some spring cleaning in the manor?" you reminded, making Bonde and Sebastian freeze. 

"Oi! Keep your mouth shut...!" Sebastian shouted in a whisper as he grabbed your head, making you grin.

"That's right..." Louis started, a dark glimmer shining from his glasses, "I hope you two are done with your portions?"

It's been two weeks since Albert's trip, and he has been calling you every night and leaving short, sweet texts throughout the day.

But, you couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Sebastian called out, snapping you out of it.

"Y-Yes?"

"William's calling everyone for a meeting," he reminded, raising a brow at you.

"What's wrong with you?" he questioned, making you shake your head.

"It's nothing," you faked a smile as you walked ahead, unsure if it was a topic you could bring up to the man.

As you walked ahead, Sebastian couldn't help but let out a sigh as he followed you along.

"Lovebirds... What a pain,"

"Well! This is new," Bonde smiled as he swirled his martini while Sebastian downed his third whiskey for the night.

"I didn't think you would be the type to offer free drinks, (N/N),"

"I'm not," you sighed, nursing your cup of water, "But I would like to talk to you both in private..." you muttered, looking around your booth for any familiar faces or peeking heads.

"Since you two seem the most... acquainted with this subject..." you added, fiddling your fingers as you stared down at your drink.

Sebastian raised a brow while Bonde furrowed his brows, looking at each other as if trying to figure out what you were alluding to.

"So... What is it?" Bonde asked, taking a sip of his drink while Sebastian tried to catch the attention of a nearby server.

You felt your face burn as you took a deep breath, gathering up all of the courage you had.

"How do you know when's the right time to be physical with your partner?" you asked in one quick breath with your eyes shut.

Sebastian froze while Bonde choked on his drink, making him cough.

"A-Are you all right, sir?" the server Sebastian called asked Bonde, who dismissed him.

"Y-Yes... I'm fine," Bonde coughed as you tried to give him your drink while Sebastian asked the server to just bring more whiskey.

"Thanks..." Bonde sighed, clearing his throat as he looked at you.

"(Y/N), by... physical, you mean...?" Sebastian asked in a hushed tone as he and Bonde leaned to you across the table.

You felt your face flush as you looked away, hiding behind your hands.

"L-Like kissing, and such..." you clarified, stunning the two men.

They both sighed as Sebastian leaned back in his seat with a hand over his eyes while Bonde had his face in his hands.

"That's what you meant..."

'It'll come naturally, huh...'  you thought, remembering your conversation with Bonde and Sebastian.

You sighed as you focused on your chores and hoped for the best, just as they advised.

As you fixed the dinner table, you heard the front doors open, making you gasp and look back.

"I'm back," Albert announced, wearily putting away his coat.

You instinctively ran out of the dining room and to the entrance.

As Albert caught sight of you, he immediately smiled as you kept running up to him.

"(Y/N), I found-" you wrapped your arms around him tightly, sighing as your body eased up at his warmth.

Albert, on the other hand, was stunned as you kept hugging him.

"(Y/N)...?" he called out as he hovered an arm around you.

You breathed out a smile as you looked up at him, squeezing him lightly,

"Welcome back," you greeted as you cupped his cheeks, kissing his lips.

Albert blinked in surprise before wrapping his arms around you, deepening the kiss.

When you pulled back, you felt Albert leaning to you before opening his eyes, and smiling at you.

"I missed you too,"

[ceilidho]

OBSESSED with how you wrote soap as a big feral man in country road I WOULD EAT HIM UP I WOULD GNAW ON HIM just that little glimpse has me dead

(If you ever thought of doing spin offs with the other boys I would truly do anything for that. no pressure of course I am content with this absolutely delicious fic 💛💛)

love you forever thank you for your big beautiful brain 🫡

in my head, he and Ghost are reformed outlaws who were done right by Price and decided to stick around. Sometimes Ghost feels extremely uncomfortable wearing a badge and Soap refuses to wear his at all, but they’d do just about anything for Price.

I don’t have a huge amount of lore for Soap in my head, but I imagine he was born in Scotland around the mid 1860s and was orphaned at a young age. Wound up in London somehow by his early teens, where he worked as a chimney sweep and was probably a bit of a pickpocket (he’s been in survival mode since he was born). I think eventually he may have been run out of England altogether and somehow forced to take the long voyage to America.

Even years later, he’s still half feral. He has a comfortable life now and a job and people that care about him, but he hasn’t quite shaken his nasty habit of pinching anything easy enough for him to steal.

[weirdchristmas]

L0025630 A doctor's front door, with a chimney sweep, in the snow. Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images images@wellcome.ac.uk http://wellcomeimages.org A doctor's front door, with a chimney sweep, in the snow. Chromolithograph By: John LeightonPublished: - Copyrighted work available under Creative Commons Attribution only licence CC BY 4.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

[luminescenc1e]

Mister Chandler, when stripped from his cowboy persona was very intuitive. A great asset and gift, one that she did not feel particularly grateful for at the moment. A shiver passed over her, a kind of cold settling itself in the pit of her stomach. One that had nothing to do with the weather or the winter months. She had foolishly hoped that she had bested the wretched demon that held her in his rains for so long, that at last, she was free to resume her life or start it anew.

Finally able to reach out and almost touch the normality that was all around, in every mother with her unruly child, in every chimney sweep, and in all the small fruit stalls where customers carefully picked out deliciously ripe apples. But it was perhaps her own punishment, that she would never fully be able to be part of that life.

“ Ethan…” She says on the exhale as they make their way down the cobblestone street. It was rather late at night and Sir Malcolm had asked them to meet at the London Zoo. “ I don’t want to lie, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid to speak of these things, afraid if I mention them, it would lure them to me once again. Afraid of what might happen. Afraid of who I might hurt. ” She looks at him now with a tenderness that she should conceal but does not want to, or does not know how. “ You understand, don’t you? ”

fullintenticns asked: ‘you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.’ For Vanessa from Ethan / MEME - accepting.

[wisen-widdyarts]

I introduce Basil's family! Despite Basil being heavily based off Sherlock, there's no harm in coming up with your own headcanons! So, I wanna share a few over these 3! (Sorta long post under this-)

These are Basil's parents, Isabella Marie Moore and Norman Reese Moore! They married at a young age (17 and 21) and didn't have Basil until later in life due to complications with fertility (38 and 42.) They were both born and raised in London, and are in the lowest class. Isabella worked as a housekeeper/maid for a higher class family while Norman worked as a chimney sweep. Despite their complications with money, they tried to give Basil the best life they could. They weren't emotionally distant, though often times their work would keep them away for longer than expected, mostly Norman, which often led Basil to entertain himself with books and chemistry when home alone.

Due to their poverty, they often times couldn't afford proper medical care and would have to resort to home remedies if fallen ill, otherwise they'd push through it. Basil watching his mother create home made medicines and remedies sparked his early interest in the science of chemicals. Unfortunately, these homemade remedies didn't always work. Not long after Basil had left for university at the age of 18, his Father had developed lung cancer after his many years of working in chimneys, and passed away only a few months later at the age of 60.

His Father's dead ultimately made it difficult for Basil to find the courage to return home on occasion to, for he couldn't imagine going home to his house and his father not be there. This led to him staying at University for most of the time and not visiting his Mother, though they still wrote to each other.

His mother continued to work as a housemaid, and still was strong and independent despite her son's distance and her husband's death. It was only after they had finally started rekindling their relationship after Basil graduated that she passed away from an unknown illness at the age of 63. Basil isn't proud of the forced distance to his mother for all those years, but he tries not to dwell on it and wants to push forward for her and his father.

(That's all for now! I'll tell more when I post more doodles of them, enjoy for now my lovelies!)

[chromaticjester]

okay so having finished Mary Poppins i have thoughts. If we skip the soundtrack and the cheerfulness, this is a psychodelic horror ending with possible apocalypse. Hear me out

- you have a trad british family, high ranking father in a royal bank, suffragette leader mother and two terrifyingly well-trained kids. their nanny is a bit of a dick, loses the kids in the park, and leaves the post

- the kids write an ad for a new nanny which a father tears to shreds. instead he publishes his own ad, to which a crowd of women comes in a response

- the demon arrives. she summons the hurricane to banish the other women, and tricks the father into signing a contract with her

- she shows her magic at first to children only, enthralling them, before kidnapping them to another dimension pied piper style, on the way there introducing her minion/lover/familiar?? the musical man with a thousand jobs

-the children returned from the magical dimension mind controlled, she then gaslights them that it never happened. when they get upset she forcefully puts them to sleep

-by the morning, the mother (from this moment on she never again shows personality or political ambition, instead channeling the demon's agenda) and all the servants are mind controlled by the demon's spell

- demon takes kids out on errands, but instead heads over to the house of her trapped, cursed victim, who cannot leave the house and instead is forced into feats of unstoppable, manic laughter. the children, mind-controlled, help her and the familiar torment him

- on their return home father confronts demon, unsuccesfully, she refuses to leave and instead manipulates him into taking the kids, her minions, along with him to the bank

- before they go there, she gives them instructions (weird, gothic catholic imagery here in the context of st paul)

- at the bank the children act as instructed, go against the father, cause a massive financial crisis on national scale, said to tank the stock worse than the boston tea party did, after father gets angry they run away

- familiar finds the children. he takes them on the rooftops where demon finds them, there is a hellish sequence as they watch london on fire and she manipulates the smoke and ash of air polution, mind-controlling the army of chimney-sweeps that the familiar has been infiltrating

- the army, including the children, invades the father's house. they almost destroy everything and he barely manages to stop his kids from leaving with them. he gets summoned to the bank

- at the bank he is about to get fired when the demon's insanity reveals itself in him. he falls mad, laughing madly and infects the chairman with the laughing-man's curse from earlier. the man is later revealed to have died

-father returns home, feared to have committed suicide on the way back but ultimately succumbing to the insanity. he is revealed to be permanently lost in the demon's scheme and gets reappointed in control of the now demonic bank. the demon reveals that she owns the local police and was the one to orchestrate the first nanny's leaving. she leaves, chaos succesfully sawed

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[dailyanarchistposts]

On Both Sides of the Atlantic

In England the attacks on May Day were a necessary part of the wearisome, unending attempt to establish industrial work discipline. The attempt was led by the Puritans with their belief that toil was godly and less toil wicked. Absolute surplus value could be increased only by increasing the hours of labor and abolishing holydays. A parson wrote a piece of work propaganda called Funebria Florae, Or the Downfall of the May Games. He attacked, "ignorants, atheists, papists, drunkards, swearers, swashbucklers, maid-marians, morrice-dancers, maskers, mummers, Maypole stealers, health-drinkers, together with a rapscallion rout of fiddlers, fools fighters, gamesters, lewd-women, light-women, contemmers of magistracy, affronters of ministry, disobedients to parents, misspenders of time, and abusers of the creature, &c."

At about this time, Isaac Newton, the gravitationist and machinist of time, said work was a law of planets and apples alike. Thus work ceased to be merely the ideology of the Puritans, it became a law of the universe. In 1717 Newton purchased London's hundred foot Maypole and used it to prop up his telescope.

Chimney sweeps and dairy maids led the resistance. The sweeps dressed up as women on May Day, or put on aristocratic perriwigs. They sang songs and collected money. When the Earl of Bute in 1763 refused to pay, the opprobrium was so great that he was forced to resign. Milk maids used to go a-Maying by dressing in floral garlands, dancing and getting the dairymen to distribute their milk-yield freely. Soot and milk workers thus helped to retain the holyday right into the industrial revolution.

The ruling class used the day for its own purposes. Thus, when Parliament was forced to abolish slavery in the British dominions, it did so on May Day 1807. In 1820 the Cato Street conspirators plotted to destroy the British cabinet while it was having dinner. Irish, Jamaican, and Cockney were hanged for the attempt on May Day 1820. A conspirator wrote his wife saying "justice and liberty have taken their flight... to other distant shores." He meant America, where Boston Brahmin, Robber Baron, and Southern Plantocrat divided and ruled an arching rainbow of people.

Two bands of that rainbow came from English and Irish islands. One was Green. Robert Owen, union leader, socialist, and founder of utopian communities in America, announced the beginning of the millennium after May Day 1833. The other was Red. On May Day 1830, a founder of the Knights of Labor, the United Mine Workers of America, and the Wobblies was born in Ireland, Mary Harris Jones, a.k.a., "Mother Jones." She was a Maia of the American working class.

May Day continued to be commemorated in America, one way or another, despite the victory of the Puritans at Merry Mount. On May Day 1779 the revolutionaries of Boston confiscated the estates of "enemies of Liberty." On May Day 1808 "twenty different dancing groups of the wretched Africans" in New Orleans danced to the tunes of their own drums until sunset when the slave patrols showed themselves with their cutlasses. "The principal dancers or leaders are dressed in a variety of wild and savage fashions, always ornamented with a number of tails of the small wild beasts," observed a strolling white man.

[lovingsylvia]

“And I am married to a poet. We came together in that church of the chimney sweeps with nothing but love & hope & our own selves: Ted in his old black corduroy jacket & me in mother’s gift of a pink knit dress. Pink rose & black tie. An empty church in watery yellow-gray light of rainy London. Outside, the crowd of thick-ankled tweed-coated mothers & pale, jabbering children waiting for the bus to take them on a church outing to the Zoo.

And here I am: Mrs. Hughes. And wife of a published poet.”

—from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Cambridge Diary, Monday afternoon: February 25 1957

...

Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes first met on 25 February 1956 at party in Cambridge, England. They married only four months later on 16 June 1956 at St George the Martyr, Holborn, Camden, London in honor of Bloomsday with Plath‘s mother Aurelia being the only wedding guest. They have been married for six years and four months until Plath died by  suicide on 11 February 1963.

Even though they have been separated for five months since September 1962, they never got a divorce. Maybe today would have been their 67th anniversary, if they were alive and stayed together.

Picture: Sylvia Plath & Ted Hughes photographed by Lettice Ramsey at Ramsey & Muspratt in Cambridge, England in 1956.

This picture is one of 10 Plath and Hughes had taken a few moths later in November 1956 as their official wedding photos. They are wearing their actual  wedding attire and Plath wore a “pink knitted suit dress”.

They both ended up hating the photographs.

If you want to find out more about their wedding and the story of these wedding pictures, I highly recommend you to read Ann Kennedy Smith‘s blog post at https://akennedysmith.com/

Photo source: http://thiswomanisdangerous.blogspot.com/

[comrade-slugcat]

rain world au where the slugs are all teleported to victorian london and forced to work as chimney sweeps

[lovethisbug]

Baby’s names 2: Lost In Britain

After receiving an encrypted transmission requesting help from overseas Buge sets sail for Jolly Ol’ england to investigate.  Upon docking on shore in London Buge sees a baby being chased down the streets by those Beefeater Guys y’know with the hats and just as they have cornered the baby in a corner of an alleyway with their bayonets pointed Buge quickly eliminates and destroys them they baby says no time to thank you for saving my life come with me the baby leads Buge down a labyrinth series of alleyways and pulls a brick and a secret underground hatch opens up and they go down into a Cyber Lair where there is a giant brain in a tank hooked up to a supercomputer the baby says this is my supercomputer it gives me all the data i need Buge says hold on who the heck are you are you the one who sent me the encrypted transmission the baby furrows their eyebrows and says i know nothing of the bloody sort buge says well if you didnt send it then who did? The baby just shrugs and says not my sodding problem Buge says okay then back to my original question…just who the heckaroo are you??? The baby sighs and swivels in their really cool looking chair with all sorts of visual displays and buttons on it and becomes silent for a moment before starting to say i am a royal baby, a prince if you will, and my family wants to name me Future King and i dont want to be named that ive seen the way that life is, its no life for a baby now thank you for saving my life truly dearly Buge i must ask you keep this a secret and leave me be i am in secret hiding here and cannot risk having my location exposed just then a smoke bomb goes off and buge and royal baby are quickly enveloped in it and coughing while the sound of many feet putter patter around them and throw nets over them and inject them with knockout liquid and everything does dark then buge wakes up in a dark room tied to a chair surrounded by babies dressed like those guys from pesky blinders but they arent like those guys just dressed like them and one of the babies says oi looks like sleeping beauty is coming too innit hello there Buge thank you for coming to help us sorry this ehn’t the ‘oliday you were hoping for mate, you see we’re the ones who sent you that message and we need your help thats when Buge starts thrashing around and screams this is how you treat your savior?  The baby apologizes and explains mistakes were made in the chaos but they got confused and needed to make sure they captured the royal baby.  Why the royal baby?  Because you see that bloody queen of his is oppressing us chimney sweeps demanding we do sweepin’s around the clock without rest just so her precious cozy fireplaces will be working in tip top shape, at first we thought you’d be the guy to come and save us but as we tracked you from the docks you led us to a more valuable solution, kidnap that royal baby innit you see and ‘old ‘im for ransom until we get more tea breaks and stuff innit.  Just then the group of babies are thrown clear from each other the royal baby has escape and is brawling with them and deftly defeating all of them with ease.  After clearing the room the royal baby says no need to hold me ransom chaps because im going to become a Chimney Sweep and lead all of youse to liberation as a nation of chimney sweeps and they all agreed that was a great plan and the royal baby leads all of them to march on buckinghamd palace where they storms the gates and smash the whole place up and sweep the chimneys beyond the point of needing to be swept for years after.  They throw the king and queen out a window into the Thames river and install the royal baby on the throne, dressed as a chimney sweep and they all chant all hail the Chimney Sweep roll credits 

[tricornonthecob]

moar libety kids

LK 104: Give me Liberty Or Give Me Death, Unless That Liberty Prevents Me From Owning Other People

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)

Oh shit Virginia jumpscare!

Boston-based colonial boyband sensation The Yankee Dude Dandies about to kick some lobster ass in another pop-rock musical number, Steamed Lobstah in Bahston Hahbah.

I'm torn between not wanting to be in Boston when the locals are idle, and wanting to be in Boston when the locals are idle to see what shenanigans happen next. God I love New Englanders.

someone get this awkward teenager a fucking apron.

Heard u was talkin shit

This press keeps changing sizes and it is killing me how fucking large is it supposed to be I need to know for questionable fanart purposes.

ayyy road trip to Billysville! Drink lots of water you're going to sweat to death!

Full disclosure I've cried out in this exact tone of alarm when I've worked past jobs and had to drive out to colonial Billystown for a job instead of for nerdy reasons.

James honey I know you mean well but don't you think the former enslaved person already knows that.

...because he fucking has to.

You know I just don't know if I love that canonically he's gross as hell.

Lol he jumped on this craigslist-ad-ass press because it was a steal

what a fanboy.

Girl what the fuck did you expect.

Oh dear, oh honey.

fuck yeah Frillips time!

I wanna know. I wanna know what this is. I wanna know what he does. Chimney sweep?

What a rude way to refer to your London beloveds, Benji.

Who knew the one to tear apart this family was gonna be Benji Franx

jfc how did she learn of that so fast did they tie to letter to a fucking albatross. Also I think her hair *is* lighter in this episode.

"*vague gesturing* ehhh smth about a press, I don't know, I'm always like three cups into some madeira by the fourth line of her letters. Am I a bad mother, ben."

"..."

"that fucking press had better be a steal."

Billiamstown Alert! Wee-yo-wee-yo time to buy cheese and eat mid-at-best oysters and drink assam souchong tea repacked as bohea tea!

could it be because its the only densely-populated area you've come across since Alexandria.

Oh right we do ham in Virginia. I keep forgetting because the peanut-based economy is so much louder and tastier and every farm around me growing up was horsies.

Civilized. Ugh that's a loaded word here.

I guess if the English countryside was a hot swamp filled with enslavers