#marry me charlotte smith

[bethanydelleman]

New Year's Resolutions for Jane Austen Characters (mid-novel) Part 2

George Wickham: Marry a heiress. Stop gambling lol, as if, that's what marrying the heiress is for.

Lady Catherine: Convince Darcy to follow through with his duty and honour of marrying my daughter Anne. Learn pianoforte

William Collins: Continue in the esteem of my patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh in order to secure additional livings. My wonderful partner in life joins me in this goal.

Charlotte Collins: Convince husband to spend as much time in the garden as possible. Secure extra livings in order to gain more Mr. Collins-free time.

Georgiana Darcy: Practice harp at 10am sharp every day until fingering improves

Mrs. Jennings: Marry off every eligible girl within sight, beginning with the Miss Dashwoods.

Fanny Dashwood: 1. Suck up to mom to secure inheritance 2. Keep Edward & Elinor apart at all costs, 3. Hang out with this Steele girl to make Elinor jealous

John Willoughby: 1. Marry an heiress before my entire life explodes 2. Worm my way back into Mrs. Smith's good graces. 3. Marianne???

Sir John Middleton: 1. Go hunting 2. Host parties and balls 3. Make sure my tenants in Barton cottage are happy (Not actually goals, just what he does anyway)

Lady Middleton: Maintain the propriety of my great house and title while spoiling my children

John Thorpe: 1. Marry that rich heiress I so cleverly secured 2. Buy and sell horses for extravagant prices 3. Attend Belle & James's wedding (If I have time)

Isabella Thorpe: ❤️❤️❤️ Marry Captain Frederick Tilney ❤️❤️❤️

Jane Fairfax: *hands back the paper blank and blushes*

Frank Churchill: MARRY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JANE FAIRFAX um, some girl I know. Don't tell my aunt, please

Mr. Elton & Mrs. Elton: keep being the hottest couple in Highbury *high five*

Dr. Grant: Eat a lot of yummy dinners (same goal since he was born)

Julia Bertram: Catch a better husband than Maria Keep partying with Maria

Mrs. Price: hire better servants, have Rebecca fix that carpet... I really have the worst servants in Portsmouth, it's a tragedy... (we cut off her complaints here)

William Price: MAKE LIEUTENANT

Sir Thomas: Finally figure out how to make Tom stay at home and do his duty as the eldest son. All the other kids are doing very well so I have nothing to improve there.

Sir Walter: There is nothing I would ever change about the amazing person that is myself.

Elizabeth Elliot: Marry Mr. Elliot and reestablish myself as the mistress of Kellynch

Lady Russell: encourage Anne to marry Mr. Elliot, read all new poetry publications

Mr. Elliot: Keep Sir Walter from marrying that vile seductress so I stay in the line of succession

Mrs. Clay: Marry Sir Walter, at all costs

Part 1

[fluffywolverine]

why i believe sauron does not exactly "love" galadriel

let's discuss saurondriel, shall we?

i have to start with exposing myself - i don't exactly ship it, because up until the finale i believed that sauron's motivation was never affection, but only manipulating galadriel into siding with him. i never believed in sincerity of "if i could just hold on to that feeling" nor "not dark, not with you at my side", i only saw that in context of sauron saying what galadriel wanted to hear.

but.

then in s2e8 sauron said "not all of it" [meaning his acts being only an illusion] and… well, i still don't think it's love per se, but i believe he perceives this simply as deep connection. let me explain.

we have to start with a very important statement: sauron is NOT an elf, orc, human, dwarf or any other race more or less related to us. he's a maia, a primordial being, sort of either an angel or a lesser god. he's been alive longer than any middle-earth race, and he will never be quite like any of them. furthermore, while the valar have spouses - meaning we might assume they can form romantic relationships - the maiar are always mentioned alone, none of them being ever married (or at least most of them - please correct me if i'm wrong). my conclusion is that the maiar, including sauron, aren't exactly inclined to romance.

enter sauron meeting galadriel.

i believe the thing that drew him to her was their main similarity: being cast out by their own people for going too far in their actions while believing they do good. they both had to suffer loses for their purpose, they also both desired to fix what was broken - galadriel by sauron himself, sauron making amends after serving morgoth.

i feel like sauron saw himself in galadriel a little bit, he saw the same fire, the same passion, which ultimately led galadriel to the light and sauron to the darkness.

let's also not forget that the thing TROP showcased really well is how opportunistic sauron was. he sees a chance and immediately takes it in order to shift for his own gain. would he create a bond with any other elf or even other powerful being if they had joined the raft? of course. it being galadriel was a coincidence, he would have used anyone else and if there was never anyone, he would've come up with an entirely different plan.

it ends up being galadriel though, so he slowly starts getting closer to her and here we get to the tricky part - does he actually fall in love? on galadriel's part we know that she does, it was confirmed by charlotte brändström, the director, and frankly, i agree with here, on galadriel's part i can definitely see the romance slowly building up. with sauron/halbrand there, i can only see the likeliness of minds, and, what sauron hopes for, but never actually happens, the same path for a common purpose.

i think he shares a similar kind of deep platonic connection with celebrimbor, but with him, it's mostly based on shared love for craft. sauron, originally being an apprentice of aulë (the OG smith if you will) must've had grand love for this craft, and i believe he saw the same passion in celebrimbor. that was the field they bonded over, and it's just as platonic as his feelings for galadriel, only with her, it was more generally oriented, not focused on a single thing like craft.

there is also one aspect i wanted to talk about, meaning galadriel binding sauron to light. i see it in a way that sauron is afraid of turning into morgoth 2.0. he saw what his old master did, how he spiralled down into the madness of power. sauron doesn't want that, not because it was literally evil, but because that's what led to morgoth's fall. sauron saw his mistakes and had to make sure he doesn't follow the same path. now would sauron actually stick to light with galadriel by his side if she joined him? i don't think so, i think he would abuse his power and her, which would eventually end in his fall after all, but i think he must've thought pure of his intents.

of course everyone can interpret saurodriel in any way they want, i just wanted to propose something different in a romance centred world, where the only way for characters to be together is either lovers or (much less common) friends. i think it's valuable to step out of this box, especially with a character who might not know love at all.

[mywingsareonwheels]

I get very pissed off very easily by media representations of different-gender couples (especially those who at least seem to be pretty het). I mean, there isn't *enough* queer rep Gods know, not by a billion miles. But you know how depressing and shallow so much het romance onscreen can be? Especially, it has to be said, in sitcoms?

Anyway. I'm queer as fuck but seeing good quality het romance rep still makes me happy. And in this spirit I want to share my absolute adoration of Alison and Mike Cooper in Ghosts. They have their ups and downs but they are strong together, and tackle pretty intense challenges with so much guts. They love and they *like* each other, and are patient and forgiving with each other most of the time. They enjoy each other's company, and they listen to each other, and when one or both fuck up they end up talking to each other and reconciling well. They are both deeply kind and compassionate people, good to their friends (both living and dead!!). Mike's acceptance of Alison's connections with the ghosts just warms my heart so much. Alison's (and the ghosts'!!) attempts to include him even though he can't see or hear them ditto.

And they share one single braincell (which honestly is great in itself, because the "the woman is the sensible adult and the man is a manchild" trope is so exhausting and somehow both misogynist and misandrist all at once). I think Alison has the braincell rather more of the time, but when she hands it to Mike she does so by throwing it at him with great force and then does something so extremely ridiculous and childish that we are just left in awe. ;-)

I love them both enormously, and Charlotte Ritchie and Kiell Smith-Bynoe play them with such charm. There are any number of reasons why I recommend Ghosts as a show, but "married het couple who actually like each other" is definitely one of them.

[coochiequeens]

The sisters didn’t use androgynous pseudonyms because they were non-binary or wanted to be men. It was because of the prejudice against female authors and the obstacles facing women who wanted to get published." - Joan Smith

Story by Craig Simpson

The Brontë sisters have been included in LGBT events because the androgynous pen names they used suggest they were “genderqueer” figures exploring “gender identity”.

Feminists have reacted angrily to Emily, Charlotte and Anne’s inclusion in Pride Month material discussing “the Brontës and gender identity” because of their alter egos.

Charlotte published her works under the name Currer, Emily under the moniker Ellis and Anne adopted “Acton”. All three went by the same surname, Bell.

At the time, it was common for female writers to adopt male pseudonyms when writing and publishing their works in order to be taken seriously by the establishment – a practice still employed today by some authors.

Material posted online by the Brontë Parsonage Museum, the one-time Yorkshire home of the authors, states that “gender is explored” in their novels, some of which exhibit “gender queerness”.

Joan Smith, the author of Misogynies, told The Telegraph: “What next, the Brontë brothers?

“The sisters didn’t use androgynous pseudonyms because they were non-binary or wanted to be men. It was because of the prejudice against female authors and the obstacles facing women who wanted to get published.

"Imposing modern nonsense about gender identity on 19th-century women writers is an insult to what they managed to achieve.”

Neither Charlotte nor her younger sisters Emily or Anne were ever known to have had same-sex relationships. The younger pair both died in their late 20s without having any recorded romances at all.

Charlotte married the curate Arthur Bell Nicholls.

The “Pride at the Parsonage” material about “The Brontës and Gender Identity” was posted by the Brontë Parsonage Museum in Haworth, West Yorkshire.

This was the home of the famed novelists, who gave the world Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey.

The Parsonage has said that Charlotte created an entire persona for her alias, Currer, and that she was more “assertive” when using it in correspondence.

Charlotte’s 1853 novel Villette is held up as an example of “gender queerness” in one post, which quotes an obscure academic paper.

The quote from the paper states that Charlotte’s character Lucy taking part in a play dressed as a man “adds masculinity on top of her femininity to perform gender queerness” and finds “delight and joy in this genderqueer performance”.

Posts from the Parsonage state that the Brontës managed to defy the gender expectations of their day by using their pseudonyms, adding that many potential female novelists may have been silenced by the societal norms of their day.

The inclusion of the sisters in LGBT-themed material has prompted an online backlash, with more than 170 comments.

One comment said: “The Brontës adopted male pseudonyms because at that time women weren’t allowed or accepted to be writers or to earn a living for themselves outside of professions deemed to be suitable for women (governesses, servants, etc) based on stereotypes.

“They were not ‘queer’ in the modern sense, or considered themselves to have a male or non-binary identity.

“They did it out of necessity due to the restrictive gender stereotypes that people had to conform to at that time.

“Recent trends and movements citing the relevance and importance of ‘gender identity’ mystify me.”

Another person said: “Ugh, this is a woeful stretch. The barriers they faced were all about being female. Not much has changed.”

And another wrote: “Stop pushing a regressive ideology. And Charlotte Brontë died as a result of her female biology. You are doing the Brontës a major [disservice].”

The Parsonage Museum responded by adding their own comment, stating: “We remain committed to our Pride at the Parsonage campaign and stand beside all those we seek to include and celebrate.”

The public statement on Facebook added: “As well as a commitment to equality, diversity and inclusion, the Brontë Society has a policy of respect and a duty of care to its staff.

"While courteous discussion is welcomed, we will not allow our thoughtful and hardworking staff to be subjected to hatred or bullying behaviour.”

The Brontës are not the first writers to be controversially included in Pride events.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, the poet laureate, was named as an LGBT historical figure on a tour for schools, despite a lack of evidence that the poet had any homosexual relationships.

While there is no clear evidence Tennyson was homosexual, the Isle of Wight home where he lived with his wife of 42 years was included in a tour of sights linked to LGBT figures whose stories may have been obscured by “cis/heteronormative narratives”.

The Parsonage Museum has been contacted for comment

[pinetree-poet]

WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 10/23/24 ~ ONE FINE MORNING IN KILKENNY

So, I know, I know - almost a week late... but this one wrestled me into the tenth round, with prompts "COZY" from Poetic Asides, "KILKENNY" from Sherwin-Williams, and "NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT" from Charlotte Rains Dixon...

That said, here's an Irish ballad of sorts...

ONE FINE MORNING IN KILKENNY © 2024 - G. Smith (BMI) ================= One fine morning in Kilkenny, Not many years ago, A young man named O’Brian, Loved a gal named Kelly so.

He started on a journey, Making his way to town, With plans to ask her to marry, Fearing she might turn him down.

His true love was the eldest of Three sisters, and her pa, Two brothers were the youngest, But alas, they had no ma.

The times were tough, Would love be enough, To lift him from his sorrows? The past couldn’t last, Things had to change fast, To start on his tomorrows.

She smiled at young O’Brian, To find him at her door, Standing with his cap in hand, Where he’d never stood before.

He said, “Miss darlin’ Kelly, “Don’t take me for a fool, “But I have loved you dearly, “Since I first saw you at school.”

He paused and took a deep breath, saying, “It would save my life, “If you would do the honor, “Of becoming my dear wife.”

The times were tough, Would love be enough, To lift him from his sorrows? The past couldn’t last, Things had to change fast, To start on their tomorrows.

She fell to her knees before him, Looked him in the eye, Took his hands into her own, and And started with a sigh;

“Now that you have mentioned it, “I never would’ve guessed, “That you have loved me from afar, “But alas, I must confess,

“Another one has claimed my heart, “And this much you should know; “I’ll always be your teacher, Lad... “And I'll love you as you grow.”

The times were tough, Would love be enough, To lift him from his sorrow? The past couldn’t last, Things had to change fast, To start on his tomorrows.

One fine morning in Kilkenny, Not many years ago, A young man named O’Brian, Loved a gal named Kelly so.

[glampire-rockstar]

JOE ANOA'I - Roman Reigns/Joe Leakee

GALINA BECKER - Zoie Jordan/Sierra Moore

JONATHAN GOOD - Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose

RENEE PAQUETTE - Faye Wayland/Renee Young

COLBY LOPEZ - Seth Rollins/Tyler Black

SARAH ALESANDRELLI - Kourtney Scott/Danielle Morono

FERGAL DEVITT - Finn Balor/Jonah Arsene

VERO RODRIGUEZ - Amy Grayson/Jane Sharp

DANIEL GILLIES - Gavin Powers/Travis Dawson

ASHLEY FLIEHR - Charlotte Flair/Ashley Diamond

IAN SOMERHALDER - Hayden Evans/Brendan Smith

SARAYA BEVIS - Saraya Calaway/Paige Knight

JOSEPH MORGAN - Elijah Gonzales/Hunter Prince

REBECCA QUIN - Becky Lynch/Rebecca Knox

PAUL WESLEY - Isiah Alister/Zakai Danger

APRIL MENDEZ - AJ Lee/Mey Zodiac

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I've found the best characters for my AEW/WWE Fan-Fiction stories, I got the main boys from the Vampire Diaries and the Originals, and got the three married wives and a former girlfriend turned friend.

We know that most of the wrestlers here will be faces or heels, but I want them as the baddest bosses while the good guys are gonna be portrayed as sixteen newcomers who's shorter.

I got Jordan "Dan" Sweeto, Kayleigh "Wolfy" Smyth | Wolfychu, Patrick "Patty" Walters, Dorothy "Dottie" Martin, Johnnie Guilbert, Alexandria "Alex" Dorame, James Tyler Hagen, Shannon "Shan" Taylor, Nathan "Nate" Owens, Leda "Monster Bunny" Muir, Damon "Dee" Fizzy, Carson Fanikos, Luke Jeydon Wale, Samantha "Sam" Rochelle, Kyle David Hall, and Meghan Marie Hogan for the OC portrayals cause I like people within the goth/punk/emo/scene style.

I figured that modern day of straight history meets attitude era for their bad influence; my sixteen OCs doesn't care for the rules and are the most rebellious people in WWE.

This takes place from SummerSlam 2012 for the Fallen Angels and their first victory in Night of Champions: Gold Rush; Survivor Series 2012 for the Shield and their first victory in TLC; Royal Rumble 2013 for the Dark Gods and their first victory in Elimination Chamber; WrestleMania 29 for the Resistance and their first victory in Extreme Rules; they're known as the Pack of Lone Wolves.

For each OC stable...their names are the following; the Unholy Circle for the girls, the Genesis for the girls, the Blood Order for the boys, and the Demolition for the boys; they're the Pride of Wild Lions.

Comment down on ring names for my OCs and follow me at Wattpad on GlampireRockstar...sayonara guys!

[horsesarecreatures]

Book review: The Overstory by Richard Powers

This is a collection of short stories and novellas with the theme of trees. It was well written and won the 2019 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, but I wasn't crazy about it. To me, being around nature is a source of happiness, but the stories were just depressing.

 The first story follows immigrants named Jorgen and Vi Hoel who move to Iowa from New York to start a farm. Joel brings along a bunch of American Chestnut seedlings and plants them, but over the years they die off one by one until only one remains. This tree, however, becomes massive and is a local landmark. Subsequent generations of Hoels begin photogating it every season. Nicholas Hoel, an artist, keeps the tradition going. One winter the family gathers back at the farm, most of which has been sold off, for Christmas. Nicholas decides to brave a snowstorm on Christmas Eve to go to an art exhibit in Omaha. The rest of the family stays put. Nicholas almost dies in a car wreck on the way back. When he finally arrives home, he is greeted by silence. He enters the house to find his entire family dead from carbon monoxide poisoning. But guess what remains? The chestnut tree!!! Its “...profligate twigs click in the breeze as if this moment, too, so insignificant, so transitory, will be written into its rings and prayed over by branches that wave their semaphores against the bluest of midwestern winter skies.”

The next story is about another immigrant named Ma Sih Hsuin. He is a Chinese Muslim from a immensely affluent family who leaves for San Francisco to escape the communists who will descend on his family in another 6 months and send them to workcamps. In the US, he becomes a successful engineer who develops an early version of the cell phone, marries a southern woman named Charlotte, and has three daughters. He enjoys camping and has a happy life. He plants a mulberry tree in his yard because one of the things his father gave to him before he left was a ancient painting of Fusang, a magical mulberry tree from the far east where the elixir of life is hidden. But as his daughters grow up, the mulberry tree grows sickly despite all the care he gives it. Despite his phone becoming licensed, when he realizes he cannot save the tree, the normally cheerful Ma Sih Hsuin becomes depressed and “puts a Smith & Wesson 686 with hardwood grips up to his temple and spreads the workings of his infinite being across the flagstones of the backyard.”

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I get that Powers was emphasizing the theme of nature being infinite in comparison to individual humans, but the heavy mood and imagery in this book just seemed over the top to me. Stylistically, I also found it to be very similar to The Dubliners by James Joyce, which I read once in high school, again in a Cultures of Colonialism class at Stockton, and a third time in a James Joyce class at Montclair State, and at this point I’m sick of it. For these reasons I found this book’s 500+ pages to be repetitive and tedious, even though in the end Powers did a somewhat unique thing where the 9 characters from the short stories came together to protect the forests. 

[ignrance]

everything  there  is  to  know  about  charlotte  wilson  . 

application :

savannah  smith  .  she  +  her  .  cis  -  woman  .  ›  spotted  at  the  met  steps  ,  charlotte  “charlie”  wilson  ,  most  likely  listening  to  helena  by  my  chemical  romance  with  their  airpods  pro  .  the  twenty  -  six  year  old  gained  quite  a  reputation  ,  known  to  be  -frustrating  yet  +irresistible  to  anyone  who  knows  them  .  you'll  easily  spot  them  when  you  hear  about  the  static  feedback  of  a  microphone  when  you  sing  in  it  a  bit  too  loud  ,  the  clinking  chains  of  a  bike  riding  down  a  hill  at  a  speed  that’s  faster  than  you  anticipated  ,  the  sound  of  conversation  that  hushes  into  faint  murmurs  when  you  walk  into  a  room  &  screaming  into  your  pillow  even  though  no  one’s  around  to  hear  it  anyways  ,  followed  by  dior’s  poison  girl  .  latest  nepoupdates  article  talks  about  another  one  bites  the  dust  :  charlotte  wilson  photographed  still  dressed  in  last  night’s  clothes  and  leaving  yet  another  hotel  room  after  a  long  night  out   ,  but  i  guess  any  reputation  is  good  reputation  .

statistics :

name : charlotte " charlie " evangeline wilson birthday : september 25th birthplace : houston , texas age : twenty - six occupation : singer - songwriter ( hayley williams / paramore cc ) , performer , somewhat of a youtube personality on the side

career :

i  miss  you  by  blink  -  182  cover  ,  video  that  sent  her  soaring  to  virality  ,  uploaded  in  2014 

decode  &  i  caught  myself  ,  debut  ep  ,  released  in  2016 

all  we  know  is  falling  ,  debut  album  ,  released  in  2017 

riot  !  ,  sophomore  album  ,  released  in  2019 

took  a  hiatus  in  2020  to  focus  on  school  for  a  while 

riot  !  tour  from  2021  leading  into  the  first  half  2022 

took  a  break  for  the  second  half  of  2022  and  first  half  of  2023 

currently  writing  /  recording  her  next  album  ,  brand  new  eyes  ,  since  fall  of  last  year  ,  of  which  playing  god  will  be  the  lead  single  (  to  release  some  time  this  spring  ) 

past :

tldr : just a girl having fun , comes from the carter family who are a bunch of tech moguls ( women owned , of course ) and basically her family is split because her mom decided to marry / start a family with a rock star instead of marrying someone of more “ notable “ stature like a CEO or someone like that . charlie has one brother , she herself was an accident but that doesn’t mean they loved her any less , she grew up spending most of her childhood on tour with her dad where she learned to play guitar when she was young and hasn’t really put it down since . started living like a normal person when she was thirteen , went to school did the whole nine yards but when she was sixteen she posted a cover of one of her dad’s songs on her youtube channel and litrally went viral overnight . had a bunch of record deals shoved in her face but didn’t want them because she was young and scared so she just kept making music on her own . went to college , studied finance , got a nine to five and then wanted to rip her hair out so she quit and making music and fucking around became her full time job .

you’re a happy accident , emphasis on both the happy and the accident . your mom comes from tech royalty , CRTR ( pronounced carter ) leading the pack in technological innovation ever since the 80s , a long line of strong smart women that would soon be torn apart only because your mother chose love over money . she falls in love with the man who would become your father ,  a rockstar ( think a travis barker of sorts )  who’s mostly exaggerated reputation was one that precedes him ,  and naturally your grandparents hate him for it . it completely tears apart your family , carter stocks tanking along with the family image when the public comes to find out that one of melissa carter’s darling daughters has gotten herself pregnant before she married , and in turn getting exiled from the  line of succession . 

it’s impossible to not fall in love with music . the first half of your life you grow up in a tour bus , surrounded by lots of love and sounds, earmuffs covering your tiny ears as your watch your dad from the side of the stage . any and all free time spent insufferably banging around on drums , watching your parents and their friends try not to laugh as you force them to listen to the new sequence of arrhythmic patterns you’ve managed to stitch together and call a song . when you’re nine you pick up a guitar for the first time and it just feels . . . right . the strap rests so comfortably around your shoulders  , your fingers so perfectly attuned to the weight of the neck in your hand ⸻ from then ,  you’ve never looked back . free guitar lessons had to be one of your favorite perks that came with having a rockstar for a dad , by the time you’re twelve you have at least half of their ten year discography ingrained into your hand by muscle memory , so much though that sometimes ( but only if you’ve done all your homework and chores AND have been extra nice to your brother ) he lets you come on stage and play it with them . 

at thirteen tour is over , and you and your family have to adjust to living a  ‘ normal life ‘ , you move to LA , close to your dad’s work and far enough away from your mother’s family that you’re not forced into the displeasure of seeing them too often , even if they don’t want to see their daughter they certainly want to see you , likely secretly holding onto hope that you’ll be able to restore integrity to your side of the family ( spoiler alert : that doesn’t end well ) . you’re not sure if you love your grandparents or if you’re simply appreciative of them , their money is part of the reason you get to live the way that  you live , their name plastered along the sides of multiple buildings giving you a free ticket to any prep school you want , any college you want ⸻  any life you want , if you play your cards right . 

you start making your own music when you’re sixteen . it’s nothing crazy , an acoustic song here , a guitar arrangement there , you don’t really mean for it to be another other than a silly way to pass your time until a video of you covering one of your dad’s songs , i miss you ( blink - 182 ) , goes completely viral . it’s kind of scary actually , how your entire life you think you’ve known the music industry inside and out but really you don’t . no one could have prepared you for how many sleazy ceos and producers would come out of the woodworks , trying to poach you for less than you’re worth until your mom takes the liberty as stepping in as your manager . she keeps your head on the ground ,  makes sure you focus on the music ( and school ) before anything else , completely unwilling to let her daughter fall into fame so young . 

begrudgingly , you promise your family that you’ll get a degree before any of this spirals completely out of your control . you honestly think you might like life better the way that other people do it , go to college , get a job , work that job for fifty years until you retire and spend the rest of your life in a retirement home in the florida keys . a life away from the chaos , a life that was normal . you study finance and economics and college and you’re shockingly pretty good at it , maybe it’s the unpredictability of the stock market that gives you that fix of adrenaline instead of the fast paced life you were born into . you get your degree , get a job at a highrise in manhattan , working nine to five , staring at excel sheets for so long that most days you have a migraine before lunch . is this really what you thought life was supposed to be about ? that doesn’t last much longer than a month , with your father’s help you sign one of the many record deals that’s been shoved in your face over the last few years and you quit your job within the same week . 

throughout the next few years you live life the way you really want . you make music , you stay out late , you party , you drink , you dance , you have fun . you don’t think it’s a bad thing but the media seems to want to jump at the chance to make you some sort of villain , photos of you doing stupid shit constantly plastered over tabloids and gossip websites , even once alleged to be a homewrecker after they catch you trying to sneak out the side door of someone’s house with your clothes on crooked ( he was just a friend but she was definitely feeding into the rumors just for the laugh ) . your music is a hit , first studio album , brand new eyes , climbing the billboard hot 100 where it peaked at 6 on the domestic charts and 2 on the top rock albums chart , solidifying your name and your sound as one of the new up and coming faces of alternative rock . 

misc. info 

she rides her bike everywhere she can , it’s a red beach cruiser with a little basket on the front for all of her Things 

she has a cat!! a russian gray named helena and that is her baby fr 

her signature hair color is RED !!! sometimes it’ll be black or brown but when it’s red that’s how you know something Real is about to happen

[aaronburrdaily]

January 17, 1809

Rose at 1. Captain M’Dowell called before I had breakfasted. Walked with him to Leith. The docks. Engaged to dine with him on Friday. On return, found cards of Baron Norton and Colonel Smith. Note to Dr. Home to inform M'lle Brown of the address of Miss M’Pherson, and asking for Ashe’s “Travels.” Read two hours in Ashe¹. Full of lies. Believe he has never been over the country he describes. His letter of introduction from Burr to Colonel Bruin! At 1/2 p. 9 went to the Duchess of Gordon’s. Y: Lady Montfort; Charlotte Hope; Duchess of Manchester; M’lle M’Kenzie. Mr. Walsh causes himself to be introduced to me by Jeffrey. Duchess of Manchester opened ball with reel, and then at head of common dance; Lady Jane Montague; her daughter next. Supper very handsome. All very gay. Left them dancing at 5. Mrs. Dundas ux. du chef baron² engages to receive me at Sir H. Campbell’s. Mrs. Lockhart ———; D.V. not there. The reels after supper—pure Scotch reels—catches, glees, all very social. Mem: While walking this morning with Mr. D., met Lord Justice Clerk, who said that he had just received a letter from Lord Melville about Gamp, which will require him at London. Arbuthnot called this morning to introduce Governor Houston, a sprightly, well-bred man, c.d.³ governor of Grenada. Married, but pas enf. Ric.⁴ M’lle Erskine, daughter of the late Chancellor—the form, the eyes, the hair, and manner of Theodosia.

1  “Travels in America, performed in 1806, for the purpose of exploring the rivers Allegany, Monongahela, Ohio, and Mississippi, and ascrtaining the Produce and Condition of the Banks and Vicinity.” By T. Ashe. London: 1808; three volumes. 2  Wife of the head baron. 3  For ci-devant. Hitherto or formerly. 4  For pas d’enfants. Riche. No children. Rich.

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[bethanydelleman]

I'm listening to Emma as my falling-asleep audiobook right now and I'm thinking a lot about Harriet. The movie adaptations very often have her remaining friends with Emma after the end, but the book says their relationship sank into mere acquaintances after that. Is that a personality thing, do you think, or is it a class thing? And why the difference in the adaptations? I have my own thoughts but I'd like to hear yours.

It is definitely a class thing.

I think one of the reasons Emma can be unpalatable to modern audiences is because it ends with a restoration of a social order that we find repulsive today. How is it fair that Jane Fairfax, born as lower gentry, gets to marry into Enscombe but Harriet Smith, the natural daughter of a tradesman, 'deserves' only Robert Martin and is basically ejected from membership in Highbury's gentry class? And that's a good thing? The adaptations maintain the Emma and Harriet friendship because the way the book ends really appalls a lot of modern readers.

(Also, never really talking about the age difference between Emma and Knightley was a great choice in Emma 2020 because that is not people's favourite either.)

I think the most charitable way to look at it is that Harriet always wanted Robert Martin. She loved staying there over the summer, the family was extremely kind and loving towards her, and her status as a natural child would be largely ignored. Emma's interference gave her ideas above her station... ug, veering into territory I don't love again... but then again, could Harriet have ever succeeded at marrying into the gentry? Probably not on Emma's sponsorship.

There are only two characters that a member of the gentry tries to move from "middle class" (I know it's not really the middle class) to gentry, George Wickham and Harriet Smith. Both attempts are disasters. Captain Wentworth, Fanny/William Price, and Jane Fairfax are all born into the lower gentry and they climb higher, which seems to be fine. There are a bunch of characters who go from extremely wealthy trade to gentry, the Jennings (Mrs. Jennings, Lady Middleton, and Charlotte Palmer) and the Bingleys. They seem to be fine, Charles Bingley at least is portrayed positively.

I don't know what the message is there. The Gardiners are presented as gentleman-like but have no apparent intentions of jumping class. Does that make them good? As someone raised in Canada whose worldview is rooted in The American Dream Lite, it's hard for me to appreciate the upholding of a classist system. Jane Austen herself was clinging to gentry status by her fingernails, so why does she write a novel that glorifies almost everyone staying exactly where birth placed them? Jane Fairfax can improve herself and be worthy of a rich marriage but not Harriet? I guess Harriet never improves herself much though, but she hasn't had the same opportunities as Jane F...

But then the very next novel, Persuasion, seems very anti-classist!

Something about hubris...

I actually feel sorry for Emma at the end of the book. She got a husband, sure, but she loses a friend. She has Mrs. Weston still, but she'll be busy with her baby, she loses Harriet, Jane Fairfax is gone (again), and she's still stuck in Highbury, which has become worse because Mrs. Elton is there now. She just remains as much trapped and limited as she was before...

Anyway, that is my long and rambling answer. I'm not very happy with the ending of Emma. If someone who does like it wants to defend, you are more than welcome.

(I do think there might be something to like, this is how the class system could work well if everyone actually did their jobs. Knightley is the perfect, model landlord. Cares for the poor, lives at his estate, involved in running it etc. Emma does her duty to the poor, everyone seems to do well under their United management)

[cookiekitkat8484]

stuff i like :)

i will talk about any and all of these things gladly !!!! if you have any recs pls lmk !!!!! mutuals always welcomed i love all of you <3

dream blunt rotation lol

huge horror nerd, especially psychological, cosmic, and body horror. also a big scifi apreciator :)

top 20 movies | top 20 songs | top 20 horror movies

i desperately need to listen to more radio series/podcasts in that style- i love hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, am interested in horror as seen above, and i adore weird surrealist stuff like mighty boosh; i grew up on the goon show so i feel right at home lol. please please tell me any you like !!

comics/manga:

birds of prey (1999) (and only 1999!!), nausicaä of the valley of the wind, spider gwen, any junji itō but specifically uzumaki, batgirl (2000), scott pilgrim, most poison ivy stuff, basically any spec fic esp scifi/cyberpunk pls give more recs

tv:

cowboy bebop, fleabag, fionna and cake, its always sunny in philadelphia, madoka magica, the mighty boosh, neon genesis evangelion, gravity falls, x files, jeeves and wooster, jellyfish princess, inside job, ouran highschool host club, smiling friends, bojack horseman, x-men animated series, star trek tos

games:

basically any and all horror, night in the woods, fallout 1 & 2, taiko no tatsujin (love rhythm games), undertale, amnesia: a machine for pigs, soma

books:

annihilation - jeff vandermeer, discworld - terry pratchett, house of leaves - mark danielewski, the yellow wallpaper - charlotte gilman, good omens - terry pratchett & neil gaiman, frankenstein - marry shelly

poetry:

crush - richard siken, 'when i heard the learn'd astronomer' - walt whitman, 'on being cautioned against walking on headland overlooking the sea, because it was frequented by a lunatic' - charlotte smith, 'the orange' - wendy cope, 'orpheus, eurydice, hermes' - rainer maria rilke, 'jabberwocky' - lewis carroll, 'good bones' - maggie smith

[think-pieces]

Sunjoy signing on

if there's one thing i love it's a good show. as television declines, i find myself attaching onto nearly any show that's bottom line mediocre in it's writing. House of the Dragon, Bridgerton, hell even Law and Order SVU. Be sure we'll get to the others soon, today. I have a gripe against Bridgerton.

Don't get me wrong, I'm in love with it. There's something to say about good worldbuilding, and Bridgerton does it well. You're swallowed whole by the show in the best way. It's a well done show. However, when you adapt from a book to a show, everyone will have something they hate about it.

"it's not book accurate" "The characters aren't right" "It's not even historically accurate"

And truth be told, they're valid arguments. I get it. Especially the character thing, and the historical accuracy. And a secret third option, using the other books that exist in the same universe!

In the books, you make up in your head what they look like, yet all the Bridgerton siblings look the same. "Dark chesnut hair" is the most used description. Although, the show did good in differeing Daphne and Francesca, it breaks up how they appear, instead of a wash of similar actors you get a, oh god I hate to say this word, but diverse group of siblings. However, having Violet be a more reddish brown (she was dirty blonde in the books), would be amazing. I digress and bow to the casting director for choosing Ruth Gemmel, she embodies Violet Bridgerton to a near T.

My main issue with historical accuracy is that hollywood doesn't care. It's nice when they take more care into to purposefully making it seem more historical based. God, Pride and Predjudice 1995?? Stunning, Fabulous, I'm so in love it's seeping out of my pores, it doesn't work for Bridgerton. Bridgerton is truthfully a fantasy, casually set in Regency England. The books take a skinny slice more historical accuracy, not much. to me, perosnally, It's really a fantasy romance; therefore, i can slightly forgive how accurate it is. The costuming is by far the most glorious of it. I really want a behind the scenes in making this solely for the costume designs.

I have read so much of this series. All 8 in the OG Bridgerton set, the prequels, and the first book for the smythe-smith (smith-smythe? smythe-smith? I can't remember). The writers had a real chance of sprinkling in this lore of the Rokseby's and the smythe-smith (they did in queen charlotte, that's a whole other thing), and they didn't. It would be such an amazing easter egg to see it done.

AND ANOTHER THING

Julia Quinn's book series, as books would translate terribly onto film if done, scene for scene, line for line verbatim. the only reason it worked for pride and predjuice, is that it was done to a near complete T historical accuracy. (is it fully accurate, no of course not. but damn if it ain't close.). in the first season, the reason why it is the way it is, about 75% of julia quinn's book is smut. season 1 is formatted pretty close to the books. even the books themselves don't have much of a difference in format.

Exhibit A: in the duke and i, about halfway through the book, they get married and the issue of children comes up, and it's all internal thinking done by the characters. which is why what happens, (it didn't need to) but it gives more insight as to why everything happens and how it's resolved. which is why for season 2 they switch it.

Exhibit B: we as viewers flock to rewatch season 2 over and over before considering season 1. season 2 has a stronger B plot (The featheringtons), more filler scenes, and it uses the shitty 8, hour long episode structure better.

Exhibit C: it morphed from a book to screen from season 1 to a drama in season 2. which makes for a better story structure, that's what film is for. To be a tv show, not a book. yes be accurate, but, the truth is, book to screen content exist as a multiverse. NOT an accurate retelling. thinking of it that way is better for your brain. Yes anyone and everyone could sit and talk for hours, and for me days about the inaccuracies, but at some point you gotta except it's a multiverse, not the same thing. and sometimes, it's better that way. (other times not as much, which is my theory on why season 2 is much more different between book and movie)

signing off

Sunjoy

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A Lifetime of Lessons in “Mrs. Dalloway”

By Jenny Offill  December 29, 2020

In 1916, Virginia Woolf wrote about a peculiarity that runs through all real works of art. The books of certain writers (she was speaking of Charlotte Brontë at the time) seem to shape-shift with each reading. The plot might become comfortingly familiar, but the emotional revelations within it change. Scenes once passed over as unimportant begin to prickle with new meaning, as if time itself had been the missing ingredient for understanding them. Woolf went on to describe the works she returned to again and again:

At each fresh reading one notices some change in them, as if the sap of life ran in their leaves, and with skies and plants they had the power to alter their shape and colour from season to season. To write down one’s impressions of Hamlet as one reads it year after year, would be virtually to record one’s own autobiography, for as we know more of life, so Shakespeare comments upon what we know. 

For me, “Mrs. Dalloway” is such a book, one to which I have mapped the twists and turns of my own autobiography over the years. Each time, I have found shocks of recognition on the page, but they are always new ones, never the ones I was remembering. Instead, some forgotten facet of the story comes to light, and the feeling is always that of having blurred past something that was right in front of me.

This is because “Mrs. Dalloway” is a remarkably expansive and an irreducibly strange book. Nothing you might read in a plot summary prepares you for the multitudes it contains. In fact, on the surface, it sounds suspiciously dull. The novel depicts a single day in June from the perspective of a number of characters. The year is 1923. The Great War is over, but the memory of its unprecedented destruction still hangs over England. In a posh part of London, a middle-aged woman plans a party. She goes out to get flowers. A man she almost married drops by for a visit. She is snubbed by an acquaintance. She remembers an alluring girl she once kissed. Later, guests pour into her house for the party. In the midst of all this, she hears news of a stranger’s violent death. In between these modest plot points, Clarissa Dalloway wanders around London, lies down for a rest, and takes note of Big Ben striking out the hours again and again.

But, wait, I am leaving out everything. Let me go back to the beginning.

The first time I read Virginia Woolf, it was for extraliterary reasons. I knew she had gone mad. I wanted to know how, exactly. Some dark wing was crossing over me that fall. The middle register of experience had abruptly fallen away. I didn’t need to sleep anymore, it seemed. My brain buzzed and whirred in terrifying ways. Everything seemed connected to everything else, but in ways I didn’t dare try to explain. I was seventeen, I think, eighteen maybe. I worked an early shift at a bakery, and I’d ride there on my bike before dawn, the whoosh of the darkness soft and creaturely around me. Why are you crying for no reason? I’d think, brushing my hands across my face.

I suspected I should tell someone about the buzzing and the whirring and the crying, but I couldn’t work up the nerve. Instead, I went to the university library one night and checked out books I thought might contain clues about what was in store for me. “Mrs. Dalloway” was one of them. Before I sat down to read it properly, I opened it at random, and this sentence was given occultly to me: “The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.”

I could feel my loneliness recede slightly as I read the words.

I backtracked to the first introduction of Septimus Smith, a shell-shocked soldier, loosely tethered to the world, into whom Woolf had poured many of her own experiences of madness. In the first scene, he is standing on the same street as Mrs. Dalloway. They do not know each other (they will never meet), but, in this one moment, they are briefly connected, both startled by the sound of a car backfiring. Here is our first glimpse of him:

Septimus Warren Smith, aged about thirty, pale-faced, beak-nosed, wearing brown shoes and a shabby overcoat, with hazel eyes which had that look of apprehension in them which makes complete strangers apprehensive too. The world has raised its whip; where will it descend?

The world has raised its whip; where will it descend? Yes, this. Exactly this, I thought. I started the book over from the beginning and found that the darkness gathering around Septimus was woven into other narrative threads, ones I was less interested in. All these old people talking about houses and parties and hats—what did they have to do with me? I skimmed over these other stories, noting here and there the stunning beauty of the language, then raced ahead to find more Septimus sections. His thoughts, blazingly sad, seemed beautiful to me. I wrapped myself in an old blanket and read through the night, hoping it wouldn’t end badly for him.

I didn’t return to “Mrs. Dalloway” again until I was in my thirties, when I was on a different kind of quest. I was a wife and the mother of a young child, and, after years of living alone, I found myself suddenly, startlingly mired in the domestic. My days at home with my daughter were full of emotion yet anecdote-less. I wanted to write a novel about this feeling, which was one of want amid plenty, but I worried it would not make a good book, that it would be too trivial. I’d had an idea before my daughter was born that I would keep a diary during the early years. I imagined it structured like a kind of ledger. On one side it would read “In the House” and, on the other, “In the World.”

A poet friend of mine had stamps made up with these phrases imprinted on them and gave them to me just after my daughter was born. But after only a month, I abandoned the idea. I hated to see the blank space where my impressions of life in the world should have been. It was February, blizzarding, and I stayed shut inside most days with the baby. But still I kept wondering how to do it, how to tear down this screen between House and World. What would a philosophical novel set in a domestic sphere look like? Stupidly, I did not think of “Mrs. Dalloway,” which I remembered narrowly as a book about madness. But then, one day, I reread Woolf’s essay “Modern Novels,” from 1919. It is a manifesto of sorts, and I found it spoke directly to me. (Six years later, she would put many of these ideas into play when she wrote “Mrs. Dalloway.”)

Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall, let us trace the pattern, however disconnected and incoherent in appearance, which each sight or incident scores upon the consciousness. Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.

I loved this idea of recording the atoms as they fell, of registering each one, however small a moment it appeared to be. Woolf’s insight seemed sneakily mystical to me. Many mystic traditions teach that the distinctions between the mundane and the sublime are more porous than we imagine: if one is truly awake, these differences cease to be apparent.

Once I started noticing this idea, I found traces of this collapsing of scale throughout the modernist canon. Robert Walser wrote about how Cézanne’s genius lay in “placing in the same ‘temple’ things both large and small.” And Picasso said, “The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web. That is why we must not discriminate between things.”

But it was in “Mrs. Dalloway” that this radical levelling of high and low found its most thrilling expression for me. I returned to it as a model for the domestic novel that I hoped to write. Woolf’s brilliant soaring sentences were a far cry from my modest, pared-down ones, but the leaps in consciousness, the insistence on the importance of the half-seen, of the subterranean feeling, of the quicksilver joys and sorrows of domestic life was a revelation. This time around, I cared less for Septimus and his grand soliloquies about human nature and death. I knew his story moved deathward at a mighty clip. Instead, I was hungry for signs of life. This time, I lingered over Clarissa’s delight in the incidental things that crossed her path: the laughing girls taking their “absurd woolly dogs” for a run; the aging dowagers in motorcars off on “errands of mystery”; and, on the pond, “the slow-swimming happy ducks.” This time, I was interested in the old people talking about houses and parties (though the hats still left me cold). I started to ask myself, as I pushed my daughter on a swing or bought pork chops or counted out change at the bodega, Wait, what is the exact nature of this moment? Or, in short, What would Virginia Woolf do?

And now, fifteen years later, I find myself wandering through the emotional landscape of this novel again. The novelty is that I am nearly the same age as Mrs. Dalloway, who has “just broken into her fifty-second year.” I find myself marvelling less over the sweeping insights of the novel and more over the intricate delights of its language and form. I keep thinking about the shocking velocity of Woolf’s sentences, how they rocket off into the sky, trailing sparks of emotion behind them. I keep thinking about how beautifully, how gracefully, how ecstatically, even, she makes use of dashes and commas and parentheses to capture the halting stutter-step of feeling being transmuted into thought. But there are still, of course, the uneasier pleasures of reading some biting insight on the page and wondering if it applies to me.

This time, I am pricked by the passage in which Clarissa’s old flame, Peter Walsh, describes how getting older has changed him. He talks about how it is a relief to retreat from the obsessiveness of his youthful passions:

A terrible confession it was (he put his hat on again), but now, at the age of fifty-three, one scarcely needed people any more. Life itself, every moment of it, every drop of it, here, this instant, now, in the sun, in Regent’s Park, was enough. Too much, indeed. A whole lifetime was too short to bring out, now that one had acquired the power, the full flavour; to extract every ounce of pleasure, every shade of meaning; which both were so much more solid than they used to be, so much less personal.

So much less personal! I will be fifty-two this year, and this phrase needles me. Perhaps this is because I, like Clarissa, have never been good at detachment. I once found my own relationship to entanglements succinctly described in two lines of a Gary Lutz short story. “Are you involved with anyone?” a character is asked. “Everybody,” he answers. To become less personal strikes me as a terrible fate, though Peter Walsh speaks of it calmly, as if it is a pleasant thing. But how could it be pleasant to withdraw from this blooming, buzzing world of people? Woolf seems to imply that this desire for distance grows gradually, almost imperceptibly, as you get older—until, one day, you find yourself noticing the petals of the flowers instead of the person holding the bouquet. I’d like to think she’s wrong about this, that for once her insights do not apply to me. (Then I remember how one paragraph ago I was lingering not on the vivid characters in “Mrs. Dalloway” but on the suppleness of its dashes, the beauty of its commas, the grace of its parentheses.)

This essay was drawn from the introduction to a new edition of “Mrs. Dalloway,” which is out in January, from Penguin Classics.

https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/a-lifetime-of-lessons-in-mrs-dalloway?utm_source=pocket-newtab

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So I Had thought about that one and started making a family for him and that post give me the inspiration to finally finish it.

I will probably write a fic about that an wouldn't be able to add everyone of this family but I will try.

The story start in the USA in 1957 when Hob who was hiding because immortality problems meet the Brazilian who was celebrating her 20th birthday, her name was Francisca . For a year they shared letters and become really close friends. In 1958 Francisca moved officially to USA where she opened a restaurant and find out about Hob's immortality. In the next year they start dating and decided to marry.

They had 5 kids together.

Teresa Melo Gadling born in 1961( 61 years old)

George Melo Gadling born in 1965( 57 years old)

Elizabeth Melo Gadling born in 1966(56 years old)

Susan Melo Gadling born in 1968( 54 years old)

Carlos Melo Gadling born in 1972 (50 years old)

Teresa's Family

In 1980 Teresa married with Theodore (born in 1959 and is 63 years old), who she meet at school. With him she have 3 children and 3 grandchildren.

Sebastian Gadling Johnson born in 1982(40 years old) married with Camila Johnson born in 1984(38 years old)

Charlotte Gadling Johnson born in 1986(36 years old) married with Franklin Harley born in 1984(38 years old)

Louis Gadling Johnson born in 1986( 36 years old)

Victor Johnson born in 2001(21 years old)

Mary Anne Johnson born in 2009(13 years old)

Lilian Harley born in 2006(16 years old)

George's Family

In 1983 George meet Antoniette(born in 1967 and is 55 years old) and they start dating on the same year, in 1985 they got married. Together they had two sons and two grandchildren.

Xavier Beumont Gadling born in 1984(38 years old) married to Marie Gadling born in 1985(37 years old)

Henry Beaumont Gadling born in 1986(36 years old) married to Georgia Gadling born in 1987(35 years old)

Robin Gadling born in 2007(15 years old)

Luke Gadling born in 2009(13 years old)

Elizabeth's Family

When Elizabeth was 16 she got pregnant from her boyfriend Charles(born in 1966 and is 56 years old), they never got married but he was a present father. Together thay had a daughter and a granddaughter.

In 1987 Elizabeth married with Ludwing( born in 1960 and is 62 years old) with had a daughter and a grandson.

Isabela Gadling Smith born in 1982( 40 years old) married to Samuel Martin born in 1972(50 years old)

Laura Gadling Weber born in 1989(33 year old) married to Christopher Harrison born in 1989(33 years old)

Brenda Martin born in 2003(19 years old)

Michael Harrison born in 2013(9 years old)

Susan's Family

Susan stayed unmarried her whole life and never talk about the father of her son.

Peter Melo Gadling born in 1989(33 years old) married to Maddison Gadling born in 1991(31 years old)

Robert Gadling born in 2020(2 years old)

Carlos' Family

Carlos married with Abigail( born in 1971 and is 51) in 1993. With her he had three kids and one grandson.

Ana Morgan Gadling born in 1995(27 years old)

Catarina Morgan Gadling born in 1997(25 years old) married to Elena Gavakos born in 1993(29 years old)

Joseph Morgan Gadling born in 1999(23 years old) married to Maria Luiza Silveira de Amorim born in 2001(21 years old)

Arthur Amorim Gadling born in 2022(1 month old)

So here is four generations of Gadlings. Sadly, Francisca passed in 2005 at 68 years old and never meet the stranger that Hob talked about with so much love, but she knows that he would come back and is happy at the sunless lands knowing her family is in good hands.

Even if I can't put all them in my fic you all would know this family is bigger than I can show.

There are so many fics out there saying how after Eleanor and Robyn, Hob's heart was to broken too ever get that close to someone mortal again.

However I propose you this: Hob, who sees how much safer life has become, the new insights in medicine, longer life spans and less dangerous living conditions. Hob who tries again, only this time he'll get it right, he'll found a family, tell them about his immortality and not have his son die before he is not at least 80.

I imagine this takes place around 1960, so please imagine 2022 Hob with a big family where he is the weird uncle/grandfather/father and everybody knows his secret and rolls with it. When Dream shows up he just sort of gets dragged along to one of the family gathering where he does a lot of staring - "you are a brave man, Hob Gadling, to start a family after your losses" - and gets to speak to the children and do a little bit of healing.