#his sister became a dentist

[musubiki]

lately ive been thinking about the contrast going on in Early Lime where hes like "tbh im pretty sure i could have any girl i wanted including mochi i mean i guess if she wanted we could give it a shot one day but i dont really care lol" and then very easily becoming completely unhinged for her the second he gets a tinge of romantic affection

[evilkitten3]

ok so like i know the reason is just. sexism but one thing that really irks me about how the post-timeskip naruto manga handled which characters became medic nin bc it makes absolutely no sense to me

sakura's decision to train under tsunade makes sense, and i love that she got a super strength power up, so no notes there, but the other teams.... yeesh

so first off, team ten. we're told that ino decided to follow sakura into mednin land to keep being rivals with her... despite that at no point factoring into their rivalry at all beforehand. ino never showed any interest in that, nor was the yamanaka clan ever mentioned to have anything to do with healing as far as i can remember. it's like going to art school to stay with your bestie when your goal is to become a dentist. why are you there. find other ways to spend time together. it also kinda goes against her family's whole thing as. the guys who do the torture stuff. and it's barely ever relevant anyway

for team ten, i think the team medic should've been shikamaru, and i think this not just bc i think it makes more sense skill-wise (something about the way the nara clan's various shadow jutsu work just screams "you need good chakra control for this" to me), but also bc i think it would make asuma's death a thousand times more painful. bc shikamaru is a slacker. he's not learning medical ninjutsu bc he wants to, he's learning it bc someone on the team has to in order to stick together. they're all chuunin now; one of them has to be a medic. them's the rules. but he doesn't really care that much, even when he is trying to learn, and he's so used to being smart enough to not have to pay attention in lessons anyway that he's not prepared for classes that require his full focus. and then asuma dies and shikamaru is doomed to spend the rest of his fucking life wondering if he could've saved him by paying just a little more attention to those medical ninjutsu lessons (he could not have (but he'll never know for sure))

team eight makes some sense, since giving the girl who struggles with fighting the healing job isn't exactly out of nowhere, but i do feel it was the lazy choice. kiba already had a sister involved in the medical business, even if she deals more with animals, so he could've started learning from her and found that he liked it. plus kiba's goal is to be hokage, and the current hokage is a mednin, so it's not like it wouldn't support his goal. or shino could do it; would add another layer to his character. hinata works fine but. it's just not a very interesting development imo

but what really gets me is team gai. good freaking grief. out of every single team, team gai was the one with the most obvious choice. bc there was only one choice. lee can't do any kind of ninjutsu, and tenten's only real backstory is that her chakra control isn't good enough for her to be a medic nin. so it had to be neji. canon establishes that every team has to have a medic; this is a policy tsunade got passed even before she became hokage, so no way in hell is she going back on it now.

moreover, neji becoming a medical ninja - especially if hiashi encouraged it - would show some development for the hyuuga clan maybe starting to suck a bit less. bc as a medic, neji would be bound by oath to stay alive for as long as possible. imagine a world in which hizashi came back and hiashi was able to tell his brother that not only was their family starting to change, but his son had chosen a path that would prevent him from ever following in his father's footsteps. it would be the first step (of many) to show that the hyuuga clan was freeing itself from its own bullshit.

also it would've made sakura catching the zetsu pretending to be neji a thousand times funnier. like that's her coworker. they've shared shifts at the hospital together. she's seen neji drink vodka straight from a bottle and then crash on her couch after they got out of a twelve-hour surgery on the fucking dumbass chuunin who managed to step on his own boobytrap. she knows him.

[fandomsheadcannoms]

Velvet or Veneer? :D

AHHH I LOVE THEM! THEY’RE SO SHARPAY AND RYAN CODED

:) Thanks for the ask!!!

Velvet and Venner Headcanons ~

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Velvet’s a lesbian and Veneer is gay. Veneer likes to joke that they stole each other’s preferences

Their mom wanted to be famous but became a dentist instead, she taught her children that they should always try to get what they want. Their dad tried to teach them morals but only Veneer really listened.

Veneer truly loves his sister, she can just be a bit much at times

Velvet is the older sibling that would absolutely lose their mind if their younger sibling were player 1 on the Wii.

Velvet was in charge of the fame and Veneer was in charge of the wardrobe, he has great style. He could've been a well-known fashion designer but he wanted to sing fun songs with his sister instead.

They put on "Talent Shows" for their parents when they were younger, Velvet was always the lead singer. Veneer was just happy to be playing with his big sister.

They were obsessed with High School Musical as kids, Velvet was obsessed with Sharpay and Veneer was in love with Troy.

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This feels like a short post lol. I just need to think of more headcanons!!!!!

Thanks for asking about this iconic duo :D

[liliumblooms]

He looks like a Pepito

For @anonymous-dentist’s Spiderbit Week Day 2

Prompt: Modern AU/Family

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Cellbit would think that, for the third time he received a call of this type in his life, he would be somewhat more prepared for the flood of emotions that quickly took possession of his chest, but, as an experienced father, he recognizes that it was inevitable, and that the nerves and anxiety he felt at that moment were a natural part of the process.

Just a few minutes ago, he was in Esperanza’s room, helping her with the hairstyle she had chosen for that day and laughing at the faces she made at him from the reflection of the small vanity mirror in her room. His husband, just one floor away, was still struggling with their children, especially Richarlyson, to get them to take a bath and get ready to go out. Bobby, a natural instigator, was simply playing along with his younger brother, just for the satisfaction of seeing their apá run after them around the house.

If they kept going at that pace, they would be late for the family lunch organized by his in-laws, unpunctual to celebrate his sister-in-law Leo’s recent victory in a fencing tournament. However, all plans they originally had went out the window the moment he felt his phone ring and recognized the call's origin. He quickly gave his daughter a look through the mirror, which she immediately understood, placing small bands at the end of her unfinished braid and leaving her room with the mission to find her dad.

Without thinking much, he took his phone, inhaling quickly and mentally preparing himself for the words he knew he would hear. Four days earlier, he and Roier had received a call from the agency, informing them of the possibility of receiving a small baby of just three months old who had tragically lost his parents in an accident, his fate still undecided as the police were still searching for any relatives willing to take custody of the child. His guapito, bless his heart, quickly moved by the information, promptly informed the social worker that if needed, they were even willing to be foster parents for as long as it took to find the baby a permanent home.

It was impossible for his mozão to avoid feeling and acting quickly on the baby's situation they had just learned about, reminding him of his eldest son and how he had come into his and Jaiden’s life, just a one-year-old infant who had lost his mother, a close friend of both, after a long battle with cancer. And he didn't blame him, for just thinking about the child, his paternal instinct screamed with an intense need to care and protect.

Finally, after months of paperwork and extensive investigation, their family was first on the list of potential adoptive parents of the Federation, a government agency dedicated to the safety and protection of children and youth in dangerous situations. Cellbit knew better than anyone how cruel the system could be, having grown up in it and experienced firsthand the suffering it brought to children abandoned by life itself, deciding from an early age that if he ever became a father, it would be to a child from the system, just like him.

That's how Richarlyson and Esperanza had come into his life. The first, like his older brother with his dad, came his way at the mere age of one, being the youngest patient of Pac, his friend and one of his roommates at the time, who was in the process of creating a special prosthesis for the little one considering the rapid growth of the infant. Just a couple of sessions with him were enough to have his friend wrapped around his little finger, being legally adopted by him and Pac and raised among the group of friends and roommates, whom Richas considered all his parents, affectionately nicknamed Favela as their family name.

At that time, he had only been dating Roier for a few months, who quickly became one of his lifelines in the process of becoming a father, embracing fatherhood with an open heart. His little Bobby also played a crucial role, who, with his short three years, helped his little brother quickly adapt to his new environment and life, eager to teach him everything he was learning and ready to play with him for the rest of his life.

Esperancita, on the other hand, joined their family a year after their marriage, already a five year old girl, whom they adopted out of the foster care system after a short but painful life of abandonment, having moved from family to family without a permanent home. It took a while for her to adapt to the chaotic but loving family unit they formed with his guapito and two whirlwind sons, but there was no one like his beloved to get even the most tormented soul to come out of its shell, having experienced it firsthand in those times when they were just a pair of namorados. Their princess had come to change their lives and fill one of the missing pieces of what was their family, the perfect little sandwich right between her brothers.

Since then, their precious family of five had become his main focus, leaving his detective career aside to pursue his dream of writing a mystery and horror book series, and to be able to spend more time with his children from home, while his husband continued to grow his private psychology practice. This was until a few months ago when, right around the second anniversary of adopting their daughter, after a sleepless night talking with Roier about everything and nothing at the same time, they jointly concluded that it was the right time to finally complete their family and add one last member to it, starting the process again to adopt another little one into their egg carton.

In the present, as the social worker confirmed that indeed, the baby they had only known about for a few days was theirs, he felt his husband approaching him. Quickly thanking her and informing her that they would be at the hospital as soon as possible to pick him up, he quickly ended the call and turned to look his guapito in the eyes.

“Gatinho?” Roier looked at him with eyes full of hope and anxiety.

“Guapito… Our baby is waiting for us.” Saying those words alleviated some of the nervousness gripping his heart.

In a special and intimate moment, they exchanged a look full of excitement and love, before each going their separate ways to prepare quickly, just as they had planned. Cellbit hurried to their room, speeding to grab the bag they had prepared for their little one in case the long-awaited call came and started getting the car ready, while Roier ran to find their little ones, updating them quickly on the news they had been waiting for as a family and taking them to Jaiden’s house for her to watch them, thanking the universe and the gods above that she was just a house away.

Once in the car with his husband and heading to the hospital, he drove carefully fast to the Quesadilla Hospital, anxious to have the youngest member of their family in his arms as soon as possible. Roier, on his part, apologized to his parents for not being able to attend the organized lunch and shared the happy news, hearing Leo's screams of joy through the speakerphone of his husband's phone. After a brief shared laugh at hearing his in-laws' excitement, they spent the rest of the short drive in comfortable silence, both still in the process of internalizing what was about to happen and feeling their bodies vibrate with that familiar paternal anxiety.

At the hospital, everything became a blurred memory until they were outside the room where their son was, squeezing his husband’s hand in his to give them both the courage they needed to enter the room. The social worker, after greeting them, briefly updated them on the child's health status and gave them the go-ahead to meet the newest member of their family, congratulating them in the process.

The moment their eyes fell on their baby, the tiniest thing he had ever seen in his life, wrapped in a blanket and in the center of a crib that looked too big in comparison, all the anxiety running through his veins vanished and was quickly replaced with a love so intense it made every cell in his body vibrate. It took just one look to know that he was the missing piece in the puzzle of the family he had built with the love of his life.

Feeling his husband’s hand leave his, he redirected his gaze to him, watching as he slowly approached the little sleeper to take him in his arms and kiss his small head with few light brown hairs. If before he felt his heart couldn’t handle all the love coursing through his being, seeing his guapito with their baby made it finally explode. He loved the emotions his children unleashed in him, but nothing compared to the blinding joy that filled his chest at seeing him, his guapito, in the precise moment he became a father again. “Gods,” he thought, “how I love sharing this life with you.”

“Cellbo… he’s here, finally.” Roier’s eyes were filled with unshed tears, just like his. The small room emanated an aura of peace, wrapping them in a blanket of love and the radiance typically associated with new parents. Not wanting to exclude himself from the moment, he embraced his husband from behind, his hands gently resting on his guapito’s, holding the little one. The baby smell reaching his nose was what made his tears fall freely down his cheeks.

“His name is José,” said the social worker. Honestly, he had forgotten she was in the room with them, blinded by his emotions and the divine sight before his eyes.

“Yes, he looks like a José,” he quickly commented, analyzing his little one’s fine features, from his long eyelashes, his plump and rosy cheeks, to the small pout on his lips, so similar to his husband’s that he could easily pass as his biological child. A soft yet strong name for this little boy, a gift from his parents that will accompany him for the rest of his life.

His guapito, for his part, begins to gently rock the baby as he feels him move in his arms, still enchanted by the mere presence of the little one in his hands. When the baby’s tiny eyelids fluttered open, he could not help but let out a small sound of delight as his gaze meets a beautiful pair of green irises looking at them with curiosity. He knew that, technically, the color of the baby's eyes could still change, but he wanted to engrave those sweet green eyes into his memory and into the permanence of life itself, as they perfectly completed the image of sweetness that was his youngest child.

"He looks like a Pepito… ¿No lo crees, corazón?" Roier softly mentions, as if speaking louder would disrupt the tranquility enveloping them. And he couldn't agree more, that sweet look called for a fitting nickname. While he had the face of a José, Pepito felt just right.

"Você está certo amor..." he murmurs as well, the words escaping his lips naturally. "Pepito, bem-vindo à família."

[artsandculture]

American Gothic (1930) 🎨 Grant Wood 🏛️ The Art Institute of Chicago 📍 Chicago, United States

This familiar image was exhibited publicly for the first time at the Art Institute of Chicago, winning a three-hundred-dollar prize and instant fame for Grant Wood. The impetus for the painting came while Wood was visiting the small town of Eldon in his native Iowa. There he spotted a little wood farmhouse, with a single oversized window, made in a style called Carpenter Gothic. “I imagined American Gothic people with their faces stretched out long to go with this American Gothic house,” he said. He used his sister and his dentist as models for a farmer and his daughter, dressing them as if they were “tintypes from my old family album.”

The highly detailed, polished style and the rigid frontality of the two figures were inspired by Flemish Renaissance art, which Wood studied during his travels to Europe between 1920 and 1926. After returning to settle in Iowa, he became increasingly appreciative of midwestern traditions and culture, which he celebrated in works such as this. American Gothic, often understood as a satirical comment on the midwestern character, quickly became one of America’s most famous paintings and is now firmly entrenched in the nation’s popular culture. Yet Wood intended it to be a positive statement about rural American values, an image of reassurance at a time of great dislocation and disillusionment. The man and woman, in their solid and well-crafted world, with all their strengths and weaknesses, represent survivors.

[jaidens]

I'd Give All Have, Honey If You Could Stay Like That, Oh, Darling Don't You Ever Grow Up

pairing [s] : bob floyd x reader

warning [s] : call your dentist as soon as possible! the sweet fluff is giving you cavities!

a/n [s] : requests are open! the pictures do not show what your daughters might look like.

Robert was a girl dad. If anyone has dared to try and make fun of him for being head over heels for his daughters and wife, call the ambulance. Jake pushed his buttons by calling him Baby on Board, but Hangman knew to never make fun of him about his daughters. You loved the way he could never say no to his daughters flapping eyelashes and pretty eyes blinking at him. It was sometimes annoying for how much candy your babies could assume if their daddy was taking care of them for a day.

Currently, Bob was holding his daughter Tessa in his arms, slowly running his hands down her hair. She was almost asleep, eyes attempting to stay open. Tessa was slumped against your husband's chest, drool slowly falling out of her mouth when she finally sleeps. Eventually Sophia, Tessa’s sister, clomps over to Bob, hands going up to try and grab her Daddy.

“Hey babygirl.. did you have fun with Uncle Mickey?” Bob's voice is calm and soft as he picks his daughter up in his other arm and pulls her up. Sophia wraps around her dad's arms, laying on his shoulder. You're sipping a soda while you scroll on your phone. “Mm.. daddy wanna go home. Sleepy.” It's only 6:30 but he swears his girls got your sleeping gene. You're almost asleep too as you lay against his shoulder. He's surprised you're even getting sleepy whenever Jake goes to turn another song on the jukebox.

“Hey, babe, Soph’ is getting sleepy and Tess is asleep. You think it's time to head out?” Bob says to you while he attempts to not wake up Tessa. “Yeah I think so. The girls have been up since six-thirty. And Mama needs her husband alone tonight.” He laughs gently as you pick up your bag and stand up. Your hand runs against Tessa’s soft curls and you kiss Bob softly. His cheeks turn a dusty pink. Even after fourteen years of marriage, he still gets flustered by you. You smile at him and pick up Sophia. She lets out a small whine before she relaxes in your arms.

The team gives you all hugs as you say goodbye to everyone. Sophia waves tiredly at Fanboy and Phoenix. You walk out the door and Bob follows behind you, holding the door open for you. You're walking to your car before Bob runs in front of you and opens the door for you, hand touching your lower back. “I’ll put the girls in their seats, love.” You kiss his lips and he smirks at you. He hands you the keys and you start the car with them.

You can hear him in the backseat buckling in Tessa and she starts to almost cry before he kisses her softly. Bob had a hidden voice he would never share, the soft voice from his choir days in highschool. You hear the relaxing Taylor Swift song that Bob held you to during the Speak Now tour in 2011. You remember telling him after the concert that you would dream about your kids with him during that song.

Now, your dream came true. Bob had kept his promise and whenever Tessa was born, he held her in his arms and sang just that song. It became tradition in your daughters’ lives to hear that song from their dad. It felt like you were in college again, in the back of Bobby’s best up Chevy staring at the stars talking about your future. The only thing you were sure of was Bobby would always be written in your stars.

Bob jumped into the truck, putting the windows down to let in the warm summer night. He flips the radio on, a random country station playing soft music. His hand falls to your thigh, thumb going under the rips in your jeans. “Y'know,” Bob begins, his head turns, looking at you and back at the road. “Jake said he could take the girls this weekend. His nieces are coming over. I thought we could go to the city for the weekend. Drink and go crazy, like we did before the girls.”

You laugh gently and nod at him. “Yeah sure. I missed those times if I had to be honest. I miss the mullet you had in highschool, and I missed when you held me in your arms that summer night when Daniel Carrigan said you sucked at football and you almost cried.” He pinches your thigh and laughs. “I still can't believe he said that.”

“Tess has gotten so big recently. I was scrolling through the pictures on my phone and I saw her when she was a little baby on her first day of school.” You show him the picture and you see the way he is for a moment. “I wish I could keep her like that forever. She was such a little baby.” Bob tells you and smiles at the photos of her dancing around in her little dresses.

He taps your thigh with his hand and grips the wheel. You know he's sensitive about his girls growing up and it's something so bittersweet; growing up. You've grown up with Bob, and you watch him watch his girls grow up. You remember telling him one day about how you were scared about growing up and what the future held. He only told you one thing,

“Whatever the future might hold, you can remember I'll always be there.”

That's whenever you knew you would be with him forever. The funky glasses he wore and his long hairstyle. He was stuck with you and you were stuck with him.

[javelinbk]

Javeeieiaahahsidisaiisdgshaj

if you could!?-‘

Could you make a list of unknown, not very mainstream??? (Man idk how to say it!!) facts about John??

Thansjk✅✝️🙏🙏 (no i haven’t taken deugs!!)

Well, we’ve got two problems here, anon. One is that my mind always goes completely blank when I get these types of asks. The other is that I never have any idea of what is mainstream or common knowledge - especially on tumblr where the more insane lore is often more well-known than the boring biographical stuff.

Anyway, I’ll just throw out some random facts and apologise if this is all common knowledge

John had 5 half-siblings. His mother Julia had three daughters - Victoria (adopted and renamed Ingrid), Julia and Jackie. I don’t believe John was aware of Victoria’s existence. His father Alfred (Freddie) remarried in 1968, and they had two sons, David and Robin

John didn't see his dad Freddie from the age of 5 until 1964. John initially refused to speak to him, and asked Brian Epstein to bury a song that Freddie was releasing (he did). In 1967, John and his dad did build up some kind of a relationship, with Freddie and his fiancée Pauline moving into Kenwood in 1968, and Pauline working for the fan club. After John went through Janov's primal scream therapy, he invited Freddie and Pauline to Tittenhurst Park, where John shouted at him and kicked them out. John didn't see his dad again, but they did reconcile on the phone shortly before he died, which was in 1976, two weeks after Paul's dad Jim.

As well as the two books published in his lifetime (In His Own Write and A Spaniard In The Works), John started another book in the 70s, which was published after his death as Skywriting by Word of Mouth. This includes a mini autobiography in which he sounds like a complete arse, as well as an innuendo-ridden story about Paris in which he sounds like a man who shagged Paul in Paris.

Speaking of Paris, the £100 that John used to take Paul to Paris with him has generally been seen (and described by Paul) as birthday money (from his Scottish dentist uncle) for his 21st. But one of John’s half sisters (Julia,I think) has since claimed that it was inheritance from their mum, due to him on his 21st. It’s not clear whether John knew this and didn’t tell Paul, or if he just didn’t know.

John had a bit of a weird obsession with finding a girl who was his ‘type’…

From Skywriting by Word of Mouth... 'I’d always had a fantasy about a woman who would be a beautiful, intelligent, dark-haired, high-cheek-boned, free-spirited artist (à la Juliette Greco)... After a short visit to India on my way home from Australia, the image changed slightly—she had to be a dark-eyed Oriental... Of course as a teenager, my sexual fantasies were full of Anita Ekberg and the usual giant Nordic goddesses. That is, until Brigitte Bardot became the “love of my life” in the late Fifties. All my girlfriends who weren’t darkhaired suffered under my constant pressure to become Brigitte. By the time I married my first wife (who was, I think, a natural auburn), she too had become a long-haired blonde with the obligatory bangs.'

During the Beatles Australia tour in 1964, John slept with a 17-year-old girl called Jenny Kee. Jenny said that, "I don't think he had been with an Asian girl before.  He was very aware of it.  He was quite excited by it.”

On at least one occasion, he said the word 'orgy' wrong. Which is ironic, because he and Yoko were members of a private members bar called Club Orgy

There’s a few anecdotes about John’s sexual encounters. Royston Ellis and David Bowie have both claimed to have a (MMF) threesome with John. Tony Manero claimed that John propositioned him in the 70s.. Jojo Laine (Denny Laine's ex-wife) claimed she had a one-night stand with him. In John Green's book Dakota Days, John is often talking about visiting 'whorehouses' during his supposed househusband years

Speaking of the househusband years, although it's true that John spent a lot of time at home in the 1970s, the idea of John as a 'househusband' is a myth - it was a story cooked up by John and Yoko to hide the fact that he'd lost his 'muse' and was unable to write songs anymore. In reality, Sean was looked after by nannies, and (according to John Green) John used to make Sean ride in a separate limo so he didn't have to listen to him crying. But, John did seem to get a closer to Sean when he got older, and spent a lot of time with him in Cold Spring Harbour and Bermuda while Yoko was working in New York.

Most people probably know that the 'lost weekend' that John referred to was actually an 18-month separation from Yoko, while he was in a relationship with May Pang. But according to May, John was back in her bed within days of him going back to Yoko, and they kept sleeping together for about a year afterwards.

Anyway, I think that's enough for now - apologies again if any of this is too obvious. The problem with John is a lot of the lesser known stuff is more about the darker side of his personality, which is just depressing

[thatoneweirdowhoknowstoomuch]

Where's Waldo Headcanons Pt 2

Odlaw!

•》General《•

* His full name is Louise Odlaw M. Inidlaw

* Transmasc; got top surgery as a sign of rebellion to his Mami

* Heavily masked Autistic/ADHD, didn't figure out what was wrong with him until he was fully "introduced" to Wally

Wenda: You and Wally are more alike than you think-

Odlaw: And how so?

*Wenda proceeds to name off Wally's symptoms, labeling it as quirks of autism, but stops after a while when she notices Odlaw's too quiet*

Wenda: .. Odlaw?

Odlaw: So that's what's wrong with me-

•》Background《•

* The result of an accidental pregnancy; his parents split a few months after his birth. Not divorced, as it was a hassle to do so, but split.

* He used to visit his dad a lot, but can't really recall him now and not wanting to as "he was an idiot to try and deal with that sow,"

- There were rumors that he was a half-sibling to a certain trio of yellow and black triplets, but this was quickly brushed as fast as it started.

* Being raised by his Mami, a comphet who was forced into a loveless marriage, he was raised extremely conservatively and isolated in "Odlaw Swamp" (Odlaw coined it, that's not the actual name of the area) from others who would say otherwise.

(2019 spoilers Ahead!)

* Being undiagonised, his school life wasn't particularly any better.. Had a lot of trouble in school, both academically and emotionally, due to his upbringing, gaing them name "Odlulu" due to bullying.

* Out of spite, he was often calleous towards others and often lashed out in the form of "pranks" and vandalism.

* One prank too far, and Mami forcefully signed Odlaw up to Wanderer's Society in hopes of straighten up her little girl.

* It didn't exactly worked out in the end, as he would randomly quit the Wander's Society in favor of the Anti Wanders' Society, but he did gain a friend from his experince, Wenda (2019).

* Was immediately annoyed when he found out Waldo was brought into the Wanders' Society to replace their fallen Wander; claimed Waldo as his mortal enemy for then on

* Even when he slowly redeemed himself, there was always something that irked him about Waldo? Too clueless? Too upbeat? Maybe it was because as soon as he left, Waldo became golden boy? Never was able to put a finger on it..

* During high school (still was in the Anti-Wanders Society), he ended up meeting Wenda (1991), and her sister Wilma, Waldo's girlfriend at the time.

-Shared the same math class with Wenda, who noticed he was struggling and offered to tutor him, which he denied for obivious reasons, but gave in when he realized how terribly low his grades were, not to mention this was the second person in his life to give him a chance.

-Around this time, he realized he was transmasc, but kept it hidden until Wenda found out he was stashing a ton of testorone pills and confronted him.

-Became best friends and partners in crime, pretending to be 'dating' and being mushy-mushy just to annoy the other two. Didn't work, tho that's not to say it didn't make Wilma slightly peeved.

•》Misc.《•

* Despite going low contact with each other, him and Mami still love each other; he just wished she wasn't a pain, and Mami wished he wasn't so "feather-brained" and determined to get that damn cane from "that candy cane". Tough love, one might call it.

* While it's true that did want to be a dentist before becoming a mere sidekick, he actually had a few aspirations, including becoming a ringmaster (source: Waldo at the Circus; if you clicked on the mirrors reflection, it shows Odlaw with off-colored brown hair and the ringmaster's suit.

* Due to not really holding a ton of connections growing up, he grew fonder of animals; praticularlly the ones from Odlaw Swamp and Fritz, his childhood pet ferret. Would go on to have a few of them as pets.

* Out of Waldo and the rest of the group, he's the most tech-savvy; mostly using this to hack and/or pirate stuff online.

-Has every posting social media account yo can imagine the normal person to have; where he often posts his graffti or his animals online

* While he never saw Wenda (2019) again after he graduated the Anti-Wanders' Society, but still wonders about her from time to time, haunting him with what could've happened if he stayed a Wander, if only he wasn't so stupid..

Next Character: Wenda, Wenda, and Wilma (these should be short)

[fagsex]

i had been too scared for years to check up on this really shitty thing from when i was a kid because his name his face the building they all made me nauseous and i knew if there was any justice at all it would be too little. i researched it today and turns out i was right. fucking scum got let go and all charges dropped for lack of competency. should that not speak more? when he was initially charged, it was on cnn, usatoday, cbc, covered so much that ive had friends ive made over the years in different states tell me they heard about him. ive found news articles in french about him. and yet not a word from any source outside of local about how he got fully away with it.

this is a weird thing for me to be randomly rambling about but sometimes it just hits me what happened. dr howard schneider of jacksonville florida, the only pediatric dentist to take medicaid in the largest city by area in the fucking continental united states, tortured, not exaggeration, tortured children for 30 years. at least.

when i say im afraid of dentists, im testy around dentistry, and teeth, and so much related things to it, everyone brushes it off easily as a common fear. which is naturally how he got away with it for so long. we were children physically restrained with leather straps. the doors were locked, parents werent allowed to come back, at a pediatric dentist. there were patients with teeth they just got being ripped out of their heads. i was either never given anesthetic, or, on more than one occasion, given so much i violently threw up, while lying down, restrained. i was seven years old tied strapped down choking on my own vomit with a bubblegum gas going in my nose. i can still smell it.

cold air still makes me nauseous. gas masks make me anxious. i couldnt lie down or feel relaxed anywhere that wasnt my bedroom for years. i would be sent to the nurses office as a kid, and refuse to lie down, because i felt like if i did, pain would begin. i would go in for a checkup and leave with too tight, too wrong crowns, covering my teeth. often, my teeth were not inspected or cleaned beforehand, just straight in with the drill. adult clamps in a childs mouth because i was being 'a whiny brat'.

have you ever been to a dentists office, or any medical office whatsoever, where an entire wall was a mirror? i could see myself held down and put through hell. i was too scared to put anything in my mouth at home, it repulsed me, not to mention my gums, my cheeks, the roof of my mouth, tongue, everything hurt so bad. i figured out later it wasnt normal, he was slicing them with a scalpel, with a pick, anything and everything. he put a hole in my sisters cheek. my baby sister walked, toddled out of there with a hole in her cheek after her first check up. we still went back, we couldnt afford anyone else, and he kept telling us how much work my mouth needed. he kept trying to convince my parents i may need braces, but i had the straightest teeth my parents had ever seen.

my heart still drops when i hear a drill, any drill. certain smells make me feel like i cant speak or breathe. my own mother screamed at me for being dramatic, for complaining so much. she said itd only hurt if i didnt listen, and he said the same. he said id be in trouble, big trouble if i told, and i remember it clear as day. he put on a movie on the ceiling tv he bought with the money medicaid gave him for ripping our milk teeth out, and it was the same movie everytime. some people dont understand that even the silliest, oddest thing can scare you if it sticks. he put his hands on my neck several times to restrain me and keep me from moving, and had me stare at the ceiling, and as fucking lame as it sounds, i could not listen to jerry seinfelds voice or participate in any bee movie jokes that became en vogue in 2016 or so, because i was legitimately terrified.

my own mother would mock my fears of putting things in my mouth to clean them, saying that if i was actually scared, i'd want to clean my teeth more so i'd see him less. it wouldn't matter what i did. and a scared 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 year old doesn't have that logic. i was just a lazy kid with disgusting teeth who was scared of the dentist, to everyone. in late 2019, the crowns he gave me all exploded, and took my teeth with them. four, five of my teeth were slowly destroyed and chipped out of my mouth. and every day i had to feel that scraping again, the cutting up of my mouth, how it filled with blooded. i couldnt talk or eat, but my family saw that as a positive, and i was too ashamed to tell them my teeth broke in my mouth. i knew they would see it as a sign of how disgusting i was. to be in my teens, and already have teeth abandoning me.

the state of florida forgave this. over 100 parents and children presented stories like mine, and he was still forgiven. i dont have a reason for sharing this, not now, not really. its not a special date, nor recent news. i dont even have some message behind this, other than oversharing. it was not just him either. it was every adult who did not listen or care, i suppose. it was the nurses there too. it was the state, it was his attorneys and lawyers that he could use his millions on that he made putting patients off anesthetics in papoose boards.

he was never even charged with child abuse, but fraud. the money was the most important thing the law found. i didnt smile with my teeth for years, my sisters speech was delayed for years, i had panic attacks in the middle of the day in middle school over a cartoon bee, ive had to remove 4 shattered teeth from my head and have several other teeth reconstructed where he broke and did not fix them,i was blamed for all the dental problems that suddenly appeared in my mouth when i began going to him, ive been belittled my entire life for such a childish 'fear', and that was never in question. just the fact he took my teeth to make money, that he put me and thousands of poor children, in both senses of the adjective, through hell to charge medicaid.

anyway what the fuck right. im sorry i dont know why im writing this all out right now but it just feels so stuck inside me that itll burst from my chest if i dont write it out. its actually relaxed me quite a lot. if you live in florida or georgia and you see some old bitch who looks like this just feel free to get him on sight 🤙

[beedlemania]

(speaking somewhat from personal experience yet again) there’s a bunch of teething toys in the freezer because SOMEONE (we all know who) was very whiny about his wisdom teeth coming in and wouldn’t stop biting himself and the others. its not a perfect solution but until they get enough money to go to the dentist it’ll have to do

!!!

They don’t even have to go buy them because Davy’s always been a biter. Micky has started smacking him on the nose (playfully) whenever he starts biting. Mickys mother got them for his biting problem (even though he usually acts like an angel around her, there’s only one boy those buckteeth bite marks can belong to).

When his wisdom teeth started coming in he became a little gremlin. He would whine nonstop which made Mike feel bad because there was nothing he could do for him. He’d drape himself across whoever he could and just whine at them and start biting their hands or clothes. Davy would also always have his fingers in his mouth to rub his gums but Mike does not trust where that boy has been and also doesn’t like Davy getting his spit everywhere (the boy is strictly against washing his hands because it “takes too long”). But thankfully Micky remembers what his mother did for his baby sister and put the teethers in the freezer, and much to the relief of everyone, it helped enough to stop the constant whining. Though it may have helped…. it didn’t stop the biting much…

[lunarcovehq]

Devrim Selvi is a human that currently resides in Echo Acres and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 2 years.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

DATE OF BIRTH: May 5, 1992

OCCUPATION: Dentist at Bright Bite

FACECLAIM: Furkan Andıç

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Human

COALITION POSITION: Member

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, DEVRIM SELVI

Trigger Warnings: Arrest, Missing Person, Adoption, Rockslide, Death, TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) 

In 1992, on May 5th, in Ankara, Turkey, Bulut and Hadiye Selvi welcomed their first and only child. Although they would try for more in the years after, Devrim Selvi wouldn’t have any siblings. Painfully shy as a young boy, the Selvis worried for their son. When Devrim was three years old his parents moved to New York City. Bulut’s brother Berk had a young daughter about Devrim’s age, and the Selvi family agreed it would be good to raise their children together.

In the states, Bulut continued to work as a dentist while Hadiye taught at a public school. Devrim remained shy, but it became less of an issue with his little cousin, Dilan, around. She did a lot of the talking on his behalf. While the children were different, they got along well because of it. Living different lifestyles, unaware of how the other Selvi’s afforded their luxurious means, Devrim and Dilan attended different schools in the city. Once in highschool, Devrim was selected to attend Bronx Science; a stem school for mathematics and science.  It was there he thrived, truly coming out of his shell for the first time. When his aunt and uncle were arrested and Dilan disappeared, Devrim’s social progress took a hit. His parents searched for her for years, hoping to adopt and care for their teenage niece, but without success. 

While living in a major metropolitan area, Devrim’s parents liked to take their family vacations in nature. It’s what fostered Devrim’s love for science and nature at a young age. The Selvi family spent a few weeks every summer camping in the mountains or on a lake, even after Devrim graduated from high school. At nineteen years old, on the family’s annual camping expedition, Devrim and his father were caught in a rockslide. Bulut did not survive, and Devrim was lucky to be alive.

Following the accident, Devrim was diagnosed with a TBI and had to overcome many physical and mental challenges on his healing journey. He was forced to drop out of school to focus on his recovery. Devrim underwent extensive physical therapy after his accident. During which time he realized he wanted to work in the medical field. After he was on the mend, his mother left the United States to return to their home of Ankara, Turkey to live with her sisters. 

In spite of his struggles, Devrim eventually continued to pursue an education and earned his bachelors in biology before attending dental school. An endeavor he decided upon to honor his late father’s memory. After dental school, he began a residency in oral surgery out in California. His mother was proud. She told him his father would have been, too. All Devrim could do was believe her, because his father was gone and couldn't tell his son he was himself. There would be no Selvi and Son dental office, and he’d always carry the responsibility for that. 

During the second year of his residency the private investigator he’d personally hired to search for Dilan after his parents stopped found her. Ironically, she was living not far from where they grew up in some part of Rhode Island he’d never heard of. A single letter, addressed to one Dilan Selvi of Lunar Cove, Rhode Island, would change Devrim’s life forever.

Rarely a conversationalist, when Devrim reunited with Dilan he had a million questions. Her answers only sparked even more. It was a struggle for his rational mind to understand that the supernatural existed. Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Fae. His cousin was a subtype of the latter. A pixie, a changeling, swapped with the human Dilan Selvi at birth. It never, not once, changed how Devrim saw Dilan. They were family, whether by blood or not. A certainty that made it easier, with time, to accept that everything he knew about the natural world had changed.

After completing his residency, Devrim decided to move to Lunar Cove, Rhode Island. While he had no memory of the magical, fantastical, supernatural he’d experienced within the town’s borders, Devrim knew all he needed to know about his new home. Dilan Selvi lived there. His cousin who spoke for him when he’d yet to find his voice, who he had searched for for years, finally found. She was his family, and there was nothing more important to Devrim than that.

Devrim was offered a job at a dentist office in town, as well as PRN work at the local hospital. In time, he adapted to the unique needs of his supernatural patients. Acclimated but still amazed by the magic of Lunar Cove's townspeople. Devrim’s fascination led him to begin his own research about the biology of the supernatural. His work consumes most of his time. What he doesn’t spend working or with family, Devrim spends in his cabin, deep within Echo Acres.  A hike from town, but he prefers the solitude. Despite his accident, the avid outdoorsmen never lost his love for nature and finds the woods particularly peaceful. The morning of each full moon he puts out blankets and coffee for the wolves that call it home, too. 

[justsomeectoplasm]

Me every time you mention your characters:

This applies to worldbuilding too

Im late in answering this but THANK YOU! I was always kind of scared of sharing my original oc's since I keep thinking no one would be interested in them.

But I'd like to take some time to actually explain one set of them instead of just throwing vague hints at them. I did draw some of them on this blog but if people like them enough I'll start actually drawing them.

So uh, here take this!:

This world has a bit of a animals (not furries) x criminal underground x martial arts idea. In this world, hybrid animals of all types roam the world. But our characters live in a city called "Zoia", a lawless city full of hybrids that live tough lifes of crime and chaos. In this city, 4 bosses called the "Wilders" rule parts of the city through thier meticulous scheming and martial art prowess.

Monkey:

An aspiring young con-man of 30 years old. He's charismatic, but also kind of a loser that doesn't know when to seperate his outrageous goals from reality, making it his job of doing petty thefts and reselling what he "borrowed" at the kiosks. His arrogance often leads him to get his ass kicked, and he gets in trouble with smaller gangs because of his thefts on their turfs. Still, he likes to think he has a shot at making it big in this city. His current goal? Becoming the next big Wilder.

Snake:

Local 27 year old organ trafficker hiding as a dentist. She works for a small gang because her shitty brother got both of them in debt. She's a nervous and shy girl who tries to cover up her snake-like appearance to look passive and insignificant just so that nobody can disturb her. But underneath all that lies a tempermental snake, and she's one day away from showing her fangs. Cunning and harsh, Snake will do anything to get a one up in this harsh world, even if it means betrayal. She's catching the attention of Tiger, who was coincidentally looking for a doctor. Currently has beef with Mongoose because he keeps fucking around with her orders.

Bunny:

25 year old guy that became a Wilder by pure fucking rage. Because of his hybrid type, he's been seen as weak and small his whole life. After some people tried to mug him, he snapoed and sent them to the hospital. What followed was the rumour of a bunny hybrid that's been going on a rampage and fighting big shots. So, bunny climbed to the top of the criminal food chain by fighting. Other then that he's a quiet and introverted guy that kind of has a weird way of thinking. But since he's so sure of himself, many started following him. He earned the title of the new Wilder and he's making bank by the night clubs he opened up that's actually a back drop for meetings between the dangerous groups of the city.

Lion:

The current leader of the west side and the most powerful fighter next to Bull. A 34 year old Wilder that was recently given the title after his mom stepped down. Stoic and prideful on the outside, but has a strong sense of tradition and justice. He has a close group of friends that are loyal to a fault, and his pride in his work often attracts the younger generation to join. Don't be mistaken though, his work is built on generations of fear and blood, and he's not willing to give it all up. Currently wants to help Mongoose find his sister, as she was a close friend of his mother and a role model.

Shark:

Nonbinary 31 year old that's both smart and eccentric. Neither a Wilder nor weaker then one, they currently run a small organ trafficking business and loan company, but their main job is arms dealing. They travel across the world making deals with all kinds of people, but stop by Zoiac to say hello to her dearly beloved "workers". Charismatic and a bit of a flirt, they'll make you dance in the palm of their hand without you ever knowing it. Currently, they like to bother Snake by pushing her buttons. They really seem to enjoy testing her, but it looks like they have other plans for her?

Mongoose:

A 19 year old outsider looking for his missing sister. He's naive about the ways of the city and often gets himself in trouble by sticking his nose into businesses he shouldn't. But he's pretty smart and knows how to persuade people into helping him. He's very energetic, but also so serious that if you tease him he'll actually get mad at you. Currently, he lives with Monkey as his roommate. They get along suprisingly well, since they both love old kung fu movies. He also believes that Snake has something to do with his sister's dissappearance and they're this 👌close to getting into an all out brawl with each other that'll probably end in bloodshed.

Tiger:

A 35 year old Wilder woman that's hard working and cunning. She's the first of her family that managed to rise their debt induced name into fame and luxury. She's the wealthiest Wilder of the city, and has her claws into multiple famous casinos and clubs. Cold and brutal, she's stubborn into getting whatever she wants in this city, and her plan to have full control of this city is only stopped by some pest she wants to swat away. But she's all to patient to wait for them to wander into her gaze so she could dig her teeth into them. Snake and Mongoose has caught her attention as of recent, and she's debating on whether she wants these two animals to work as bodyguard and an informant for her by 'persuading' them into a deal that's very beneficial for both of them.

Wolf:

8 year old orphaned little girl that's in the middle of a very dangerous world. She has a mutation on her eyes that's causing her to see the future. Because of this, she's sought out by the Wilders and she's constantly running away from them, only to find herself deeper into the city. She's quiet and very meticulous with her plans, untrusting of those who reach their hand out to her. She also may have some form of autism (one od her special interests is dragons). She currently lives with Bull, and she doesn't know whether he pretends to act as her dad for the sake of it or he wants to use her for her foresight. Either way, she doesn't trust him and she's planning on getting out of his grip.

Bull:

40 year old Wilder that's been playing this city's game since he was 20 years old. A family guy that likes people who are "interesting", and likes to tip things slightly on edge to relieve him of his boredom (this bastard). He's friendly and has that leadership vibe that just makes you want to have one drink with him at least. He just went through a divorce and is currently wanting to get along with his 19 year old daughter that seems to have no interest in inheriting the family and instead wants to pursue her love for art. Currently looking after Wolf who he picked up after, uh, "fired" the last Wilder. He slowly kind of sees her as his adoptive daughter (if only she doesn't run away every 5 damn seconds. He swears he doesn't care about her ability to see the future and wants to spoil her, but she's determined to tear each gift up and throw it back into his face.)

[literarymindedcrush]

The Shrouds, David Cronenberg (2024)

Karsh (Vincent Cassel) owns a company called Gravetech, where tech-shrouds coat bodies and gravestones feature footage of the bones; Karsh desires to maintain material knowledge of his wife's body in death, as he has in its states of health, illness and disfigurement. Karsh has a Cronenberg hairdo; Cronenberg had a wife that recently passed away.

Karsh experiences love as a possession of the lover, his wife's body ‘a whole world’. He explains this and it is a strangely moving moment, almost incongruous to the otherwise self-conscious schlocky acting. It is also disturbing, as possession of a woman as a masculine love language is non-PC, and therefore taboo.

The nodules that show up on Karsh's wife's bones on the Gravetech cam make them unknowable. His own body has become unknowable through grief – the film begins at the dentist where he's told he has grief-related decay on his teeth. Death makes the body strange(r); things grow not just fade away.

Possibilities are presented to the audience: Are these nodules from the cancer she'd died of? Are they listening devices (the Russians?)? Are they digital additions, hacked images? And what role in the conspiracy do others play – his AI assistant (modelled on his wife, of course), his wife's sister (Diane Kruger, who 'has her body'), his ex brother-in-law (Guy Pearce, a sweating, bumbling, be-sweatered inverse of his assured tech-mascdominance?

There are substitutions for the wife, which reinvigorate him – the sister (getting hot on conspiracy, fucking as she says ‘did my sister really say not to go near me?’); and the blind woman (Sandrine Holt) whose husband is dying and who will help him expand his business, taking over gravesites around the world. She says, ‘your thighs are delicious’, and again it has that ring of something genuine, as though it was a compliment Cronenberg once received.

Events proceed at an odd, stilted pace and memory, fantasy, blame, guilt, rage and sexual jealousy blur. There was a doctor who took away parts of his wife's body before she died. Did he keep them? Did he possess her, know her body further than this? There is psychic confusion between medical intervention and distancing and loss, the grief he felt as each part of her became no longer his 'possession'.

In the end when he says ‘I was hoping I would be your dog for the next two weeks’ has he given his body over to Soo-Min, the blind woman? Then why does he still see his wife, dream her, blurred and blended with this new lover? It seems eternally he is also hers, but this superposition on the flesh of another enlivens him more than the digital assistant had. He seems confident, reaffirmed by aspects of self (renewed virility) that are meaningful to him, while maintaining the psychic split.

[bulldyke-rider]

I can't stand a single member of my family anymore.

There's my grandma trying to make money off her daughter.

My mom who fucked my life up over fucking covid, who wouldn't let me get on an anti-anxiety med to go to the fucking dentist so half my back teeth are rotted, and then she became the fucking poster child for SSRIs after I needed 7 grand worth of damage repaired. Not to mention literally buying my brother drugs.

Oh, yeah, my fucking narcissistic brother who pretends he can't get a job and just screams at his video games all day or comes at you regurgitating a YouTube video acting like he's a fucking genius.

And my sister who wants to insult me whenever she gets the chance and acts like she knows more about shit I have so much more experience with.

The fucking pedo

The aunt who treats my teenage cousin like shit because she reminds her of the schizophrenic uncle my aunt cast out of the family. She constantly talks about how stupid this 14 year old girl is. Like, sorry, she's a little ditsy sometimes. I think her having to be removed from the home because her biological mother tried to sell her and her father not being able to take her because he can't even take care of himself might've be a little hard on her.

[dramarnathandentalcare]

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[kemetic-dreams]

Rev. Dr. William J. Simmons was born a slave in Charleston, South Carolina, to Edward and Esther Simmons on June 29, 1849. While William was young, his Mother fled slavery with her three children, William and his two sisters Emeline and Anna. They initially landed in Philadelphia, PA, and was met by an uncle named Alexander Tardiff, who housed them, fed them and educated the children. Due to stemming pressures from slave traders, Tardiff relocated his extended family to Roxbury, Pennsylvania, Chester, PA, and ultimately settled down in Bordentown, New Jersey. Tardiff had received an education from the future Bishop Daniel Payne and undertook to give Simmons and his siblings an education on that basis. From 1862 to 1864 William served as an apprentice to a dentist. He served in the Union Army during the US Civil War, enlisting September 15, 1864 and serving a one-year term. He took part in the siege of Petersburg, the Battle of Hatcher's Run, and the Battle of Appomattox Court House and was present at the surrender of Confederate General Robert E. Lee. After the war, he returned to dentistry. In 1867, he converted to Baptist and joined a White Baptist church in Bordentown that was pastored by Reverend J. W. Custis. The congregation helped him through college. He attended Madison University (now Colgate University, graduated in 1868), Rochester University, and Howard University, from which he graduated with a bachelor's degree in 1873. As a student, he worked briefly in Washington D.C. at Hillsdale School. In Hillsdale, he boarded with Smithsonian Institution employee, Solomon G. Brown. After graduating he moved to Arkansas on the advice of Horace Greeley to become a teacher there, but returned to Hillsdale soon after where he taught until June 1874.

The following summer, he married Josephine A. Silence on August 25, 1874 and moved to Ocala, Florida. The couple had seven children, Josephine Lavinia, William Johnson, Maud Marie, Amanda Moss, Mary Beatrice, John Thomas, and Gussie Lewis. In Florida, he invested in land to grow oranges, became principal of Howard Academy's teacher training program and served as the pastor of a church, deputy county clerk and county commissioner. He campaigned for the Republican Rutherford B. Hayes. He served there until 1879. He was ordained that year and moved to Lexington, Kentucky where he pastored the First Baptist Church. The following year, he became the second president of the Kentucky Normal and Theological Institute, which he worked for a decade. The school was eventually renamed the State University of Louisville and later to Simmons College of Kentucky after Simmons due to schools progression under his tenure. He was succeeded in 1894 at Simmons College by Charles L. Purce.

In Kentucky he was elected for several years the chairman of the State Convention of Colored Men. On September 29, 1882, he was elected editor of the journal, the American Baptist where he criticized the failures of both political parties to support blacks in their civil rights and progress. He was also president of the American Baptist Company. in 1886 he was elected over T. Thomas Fortune to president of the Colored Press Association, having lost to W. A. Pledger the previous year. In 1883, Simmons organized the Baptist Women's Educational Convention, and in 1884, Blanche Bruce appointed Simmons commissioner for the state of Kentucky at the 1884 World's Fair in New Orleans. In 1886, he organized and was elected president of the American National Baptist Convention. The convention was a call for African American Baptist unity and was also led by Richard DeBaptiste and featured notable presentations by Solomon T. Clanton and James T. White. In 1889 in Indianapolis, Simmons was a leader at the American National Baptist Convention and wrote a resolution to provide aid for blacks fleeing violence in the South and moving to the North.

Simmons received an honorary master's degree from Howard University in 1881 and an honorary Doctorate degree from Wilberforce University in 1885. In 1887, he published a book entitled Men of Mark: Eminent, Progressive and Rising, which highlights the lives of 172 prominent African-American men, while serving as the school's president. He was working on a sister edition of the title that would highlight the lives and accomplishments of prominent pre-1900 African-American women, but unfortunately died before its completion. He died on October 30, 1890, in Louisville, Kentucky.