#the morris family

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

Super obsessed with the idea of some random Belmont (not Trevor or Sypha) coming back to life long after the family has died out with Julius' passing.

I want them to be confused.

I want them to be angry.

I want their overall mental state to be absolute shit.

How'd they get resurrected if their grave is undisturbed? What kind of necromancy can bring someone back without a body? How are they even supposed to survive without an estate to come back to?

In the absence of other Belmonts they'd probably go looking for one of the other off-shoot or in-law families (Morris, Helsing, Riktor, Lecarde, etc), and whoever they found would definitely track down and tell Alucard after a while.

I'm imagining that Alucard would receive an extremely abridged version of the story, because whoever wound up sheltering the resurrected Belmont wouldn't want to risk any breaches in security.

He'd try not to get his hopes up, rushing over as fast as he could to meet with them while becoming almost giddy with excitement despite himself, only to realize that instead of an old friend it's a super obscure Belmont who he either barely knows or doesn't know at all (we'll say that his gap of time spent away from the family was much longer here, and that more generations elapsed without him present).

Or, better yet, it's a Belmont who Alucard had a not-so-great/borderline hostile relationship with for reasons.

Some part of him would of course be happy to see any Belmont, regardless of personal history, but despite his best attempts he'd be hard pressed to hide his bitter sadness and disappointment.

This would make things extremely awkward for both parties, and probably make the Belmont feel some very unpleasant emotions, too.

I need slow-burn reconciliation, bonding, and eventual hurt/comfort.

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

also the english are weird about folk culture. we are. we've relegated our folk dances and music to the zone of esoteric nerd shit that only weirdos do, and then we go looking for esoterica in the non-english parts of our heritage because we don't think we've got any of it of our own

[embermc]

Jack Kelly and Crutchie Morris are brothers bc they both have the same brand of chronic self-hatred but they deal with it in drastically and diametrically opposed ways. Crutchie immediately funnels it into “If I show absolutely no imperfections or vulnerability ever and always be exactly who I think everybody wants me to be, they’ll never have to know how Bad I really am” whereas Jack defaults to “If I just isolate myself, run from everybody, and push away anyone that tries to get close enough to see the real me, they’ll never have to know how Bad I really am.”

[rooshappy]

OKAY what if each Character had their own part of 'Santa Fe'? After the strike, Crutchie is taken away to the refuge and Jack seemingly disappears. Then the characters sing Santa Fe on their own- unaware that the others are singing their own versions: Jack: FOLKS! We finally got a headline 'Newsie's Crushed as Bulls Attack' Crutchie's callin' me, the kid's just too damn slow. Race (telling Katherine): Guy's are fighting, bleeding, falling. Thanks to good old captain Jack! Jack: Captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and GO! Crutchie: Let me go....! Far away Jack: Somewhere they won't never find me and tomorrow won't remind me of today. When the City's finally sleeping and the moon looks old and grey I'll get on a train that's bound for Santa Fe. Katherine: And I'm gone And I'm done Crutchie: No more running. Race: No more lying. No more fat old men denying me my pay! Crutchie: Just a moon so big and yellow Night turns right into day All: Dreams come true....yeah they do.... Santa Fe Crutchie: Where does it say you gotta live and die here? Race: Where does it say a guy can't catch a break? Katherine: Why should you only take what your given? Why should you spend your whole life living..... Crutchie: Trapped where there ain't no future Jack: Even at 17 Jack and Race: Breakin' your back for someone else's sake Katherine: If a life don't seem to suit you how 'bout a change of scene? Race: Far from these lousy headlines and the deadlines in between! Davey: Santa Fe.... Are you there? Do you swear you won't forget me.... If I found you would you let me come and stay? Crutchie: I ain't getting any younger and before my dying day.... Jack: I need space, I need fresh air Race: Let em' laugh in my face I don't care? All: SAVE MY PLACE, I'll be there. Just be real is all I'm askin' Not some painting in my head Because I'm dead if I can't count on you today I got nothing if I aint got Santa Fe.

[pennyserenade]

i’m actually so serious about ewan mcgregor’s filmography. no one else is serious enough abt it. there’s so many incredible movies and about 90 of them are underrated or cult classics. star wars is great but it’s almost one of the least interesting things he’s done. there’s trainspotting! there’s moulin rouge! shallow grave! down with love! i love you phillip morris! big fish! perfect sense (devastating movie)! birds of prey!!! not to mention his season of fargo!!! where he plays not one but TWO characters and blows it so far out of the water i was genuinely sobbing by the end of it. like on my knees. good stuff

[eli-am-confused]

Something, something, disaster gay president that falls in love with every man he meets.

Bonus: Howie having a drink with some cousins to vent. It’s only somewhat helpful.

Howie: I’m gonna die alone!

Paul: Howie, of course you’re not.

Bailey: No he totally is! Bartender two more rounds of shots!

If you can’t read the pictures it’s under the cut.

First picture:

Vice President Bob Morris is saying something very important.

President Howard Goodman stopped listening as soon as Morris’ blazer came off (he totally wears one but takes it off during long meetings)

Second picture:

General John MacNamara: I need you to listen very carefully mister president

Unfortunately President Howard Goodman is not paying attention anymore

Third picture:

Xander Lee is explaining some sciencey shit with the portal

Poor President Howard Goodman doesn’t understand a single word he’s saying

Fourth picture:

Wilbur Cross, knowing exactly what he’s doing: Hey Howie~

Fifth picture:

President Howard Goodman, the gayest disaster to ever be elected as America’s president: Oh no, he’s hot!

[noctilionoidea]

Yeehaw it’s my favourite western character Texas man from British vampire gothic horror by famous Irish guy

[cowboy-caboodles]

I am so so fond of the two of them 😭🧡 UGH i miss all the platonic affection i’d get from my best friends back home, platonic affection is the BEST

[jackmkelly]

missing newsies on bway like a bitch rn

[military-newsboys]

Race: You’re forgetting all your Spanish. You never practice.

Crutchie: Soy embarazada.

Race: You just told us you’re pregnant.

Albert: Congrats. You’re glowing.

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

Trevor using his unique vampire knowledge to help Alucard heal from sickness and injuries, my beloved.

The Belmonts, Morrises, and Helsings viewing themselves as Alucard's guardians in the same ways that Alucard views himself as their guardian, my beloved.

Alucard showing up to help with supernatural wars and getting immediately smothered with affection/questions, my beloved.

Multi-generational bond between an immortal being and the family of someone that they used to love, my beloved.

[castlephantom]

Belmont + Morris Family Trees (according to Wiki).

Some facts:

•Trevor and Sypha have three children: Ann, Frederick and Mary (according to Castlevaina: Bloodines unreleased material)

▪︎Ann married Lloyd Morris (so they are ancestors of Morris clan)

▪︎Frederick married a woman named Janis to continue the lineage

▪︎And Mary married Leo Helsing (they are ancestors of Helsing clan)

•Christoper married Cynthia and they have three children as well: Amanda, Grehart and Soleil (according to Castlevaina: Bloodines unreleased material)

▪︎Amanda married Leif Ericson (they are ancestors to Ericson clan)

▪︎Gerhard dies by unknown cause

• Is unclear about the woman that Simon married but I go with Selena

•The same case goes with Juste with Lydie and Richter with Annette

•Michael R. Belmont is descendant of Richter (according to Castlevaina: Bloodines unreleased material)

•And is also unclear if Julius is descendant of Michael

•Quincy's wife is Mina/Miena (do not be confused with Mina Harker)

[six-improbable-things]

The idea that family is always good is so fucking pervasive. And if your birth family sucks, the goal is to find another one. But what if I don't want a family (or don't want another family)? What if I just want friends? And I don't want to have to call them something fancy to get people to understand the depth of our relationship? Why is it always "just friends"? Not just in a romantic context, but like, people call their closest friends their brothers and sisters. Why does calling them that immediately make people take the relationship more seriously???

[uispeccoll]

Voices from the Stacks - The Morris Family

For the Morris family, achievement at Iowa is a family tradition. And luckily for all of us, it’s preserved with care in the Libraries Special Collections and Archives and the Iowa Women’s Archives. In today’s blog, we trace three generations of trailblazers in this impressive family tree.

James B. Morris Sr. - Image courtesy of Joan Liffring-Zug Bourget Collection, State Historical Society of Iowa, Iowa City, Iowa

James B. Morris Sr. launches a legacy

James Morris Sr., left his descendants with large shoes to fill. James Sr. served as the owner and editor of the Bystander, the oldest Black newspaper west of the Mississippi. He also founded the Negro Bar Association, now known as the National Bar Association, along with the Iowa State Conference of the NAACP in 1939 with his wife Georgine. Today, James Sr.’s legacy lives on through the James B. Morris Scholarship Fund, which “provides financial assistance, motivation and internship opportunities for Iowa’s minority students pursuing post-secondary degrees,” and through the accomplishments of the Morris family members who came after him.

Image: James B. Morris Jr. found on Iowa Digital Library

Journeying on with James B. Morris Jr.

James Sr. and Georgine’s son, James B. Morris Jr., graduated from the University of Iowa in 1949. During his undergraduate years, he documented much of his time in Iowa City in a scrapbook filled with photos and charming captions for the various characters in his life. In this scrapbook we can see early photos of James and his then girlfriend, Arlene, who would later become his wife. Though the scrapbook is mostly centered on staged photos of James, Arlene, and their friends, it also contains a few photos of James throughout his service as a captain in the US Army from 1941–1945.

Images: Cover of James B. Morris Scrapbook and photos of friends

After graduation, James returned to Des Moines, joining his father’s law practice and becoming an active civil rights leader. He worked as legal counsel and served as president for the Des Moines branch of the NAACP as well as an officer in the National Conference of Christians and Jews. Heavily engaged with local concerns, James served as a frequent mediator between the Black Panther Party and the Des Moines Police Department—alongside his role helping his father with the Iowa Bystander newspaper. It was with the Bystander that James wrote a column, “Looking Over the Hawkeyes,” which details the experiences of 65 Black men and 10 Black women who attended the University of Iowa but were not allowed to live in the dorms or eat in the university dining rooms. One of those 10 women was James’ wife, Arlene.  

Images: Left, Arlene and James. Right, Arlene for the cover of Eyes magazine found at Iowa Women's Archives

Arlene was very accomplished herself. While in college, Arlene appeared on the cover of the first issue of Eyes magazine, a publication focused on African American life and culture, as well as serving on the magazine’s staff. After graduating from the University of Iowa, Arlene moved on to Drake University in Des Moines to earn a master's degree in psychology. With this qualification, Arlene established herself as the first African American female psychologist to be licensed by the Iowa State Board of Psychology. Heavily engaged with local organizations, Arlene participated in the Know Your Neighborhood Panel, a group consisting of a diverse group of women who traveled around Iowa and to several other states to speak about tolerance among races and religions. Arlene Morris also served on the Iowa Advisory Committee of the United States Civil Rights Commission for more than three years in the 1980s.  

Image: Robert V. Morris, 1976 from Iowa Digital Library

Robert V. Morris carries the torch

Robert V. Morris, James and Arlene’s son, continued the legacy of his family with a long list of accomplishments in his communities. Following in his grandfather’s footsteps, Robert would take over the Iowa Bystander from 1979 to 1983, a heavy role for someone who was still enrolled as an undergraduate. But Robert was no stranger to taking on challenges from a young age; in 1979, when he was just three years out of high school, he founded the Iowa City branch of the NAACP, leading it while pursuing his education and his position at the newspaper. After graduating, Robert became president of the Iowa-Nebraska chapter of the NAACP and wrote Black Faces of War: A Legacy of Honor from the American Revolution to Today, a book stemming from his previous television documentary project.  

Image: Robert interviewing Atlanta mayor Maynard Jackson, 1979 at the Iowa Memorial Union

The legacy of the Morris family has incredible significance within Iowa City and across the Midwest. Many materials related to the Morris family are held in the University of Iowa Libraries Special Collections and Archives and have been digitized. They can be viewed online in the Morris Family Papers Digital Collection. Arlene Morris’ personal papers, IWA 276, can be found in the Iowa Women’s Archives. 

-Kaylee S., Olson Graduate Research Assistant

[thewritersofdeceased]

"FAMILY IS TO DIE FOR."

summery ;; the death of the older delancey brother didn't affect everybody. it didn't affect how the newsies acted. it didn't affect how wiesel acted. no. it affected how morris, of all people acted.

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HERE LIES OSCAR DELANCEY.

Beloved Brother.

“FAMILY IS TO DIE FOR”

That’s what it said on the tombstone. That’s what Morris had to read. His baby brother. The youngest of the family. Gone in a heartbeat. Gone trying to make sure his older brother was okay. Sacrificed himself to make sure that Morris was alive. Oscar would do anything for his older brother. Everyone knew this. Even if Morris was older and took the hits from the man they both despised. Oscar was still dead. And Morris couldn’t bear it. His heart was aching, his chest in pain as his stomach hurt. Sibling loss is something not many people spoke of, but this was aching the ravenette. He was the only one, besides Wiesel, that willingly showed up to his baby brother's funeral. That hurt. It shattered. The once harsh, yet still caring Oscar, laid quietly and cold in that cemetery. That cold hellhole. He didn’t want to be anywhere near here, but he had to. He had to talk to his brother at least once. Once today. Once tomorrow. Once every day until he was next to be buried. 

Held tightly in his hands was his brother's hat. If Morris hadn’t held it, he’d have broken down hysterically. Then again, he’d cried enough. He had to man up. Being harassed by the newsies was bad enough as it was, but if they asked what happened to Oscar and why he wasn’t there, he’d snap at them with zero hesitation. It wasn’t like he was a ticking time bomb now, but truly, he was. He lost his baby brother. Of course he’d cry. The bastard who murdered him was no longer out in the world, no longer working with the trolley workers, but Morris still felt an agonizing pain. Why did Oscar push him out of the way? What if he’d disarm the man before his brother pushed him? What if’s all ran through his head as tears began to form back into his eyes. This was shattering Morris. His uncle had already left hours prior, but Morris sat there in the dirt and grass below, not caring how much of a mess he looked the next day. It wasn’t an issue. 

He remained completely silent as he stared at the tombstone. He had spent all his money he’d saved up to get out of town and back to the farm he and his brother lived on years before. The horses they had, both opposite colors. Morris, being the more gloomy of the two brothers, had a black thoroughbred, whilst his brother had a gray one. Not like Morris was complaining, but he damn well missed those horses. He would take his brother on horse rides whenever their parents were arguing back and forth and their grandparents weren’t around or in the house. The two were polar opposites. Morris put up a facade whenever his parents would argue, only relaxing that facade with his brother. Whilst Oscar would sit next to the older, crying his eyes out whilst shaking. 

"Come on, Osc. Let's get Pepper and Chile, okay? We can go on a ride." A young Morris spoke, gently rubbing the younger boys back. Oscar had tears in his eyes, falling down his cheeks and onto the black pants he wore. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, Mo?” The younger questioned, looking up at his brother with teary eyes. Morris shook his head, gently wiping the tears away from the younger's eyes. “I’m sure, Osc. We’ll be okay. C’mon. I know you wanted to go on the new trail near the forest?” He tried to remember, having overheard the younger talking to their parents about it. The sudden mention of the trail made Oscar’s eyes lighten up, a large smile appearing on his face as he quickly nodded his head. “Yeah! I heard it’s a gorgeous view through the trail, and it brings you out to an even bigger one!” He explained happily, letting out a small laugh before standing to his feet. “Are you going to go get a lantern?” He questioned the older, earning a nod.

“Yeah. I’ll get a lantern and meet you at the stables, okay? Just be careful. Run if you have to.” Morris spoke, standing to his feet along his brother and placing his hands on both the younger boys shoulders. “I get it. Don’t let mom and dad catch you. You know how they are. Go through the window, Our window.” Oscar explained, looking up at his brother and earning a smile and nod of confirmation. “I know, Osc. Get going, okay? Just be careful entering. The lanterns should be on so you’ll be able to see the tack and everything.” He continued to explain to his younger brother, turning to jog back towards the house, as he watched Oscar run towards the barn. They had a path from the house to the stables, so thank god he wouldn’t trip on a rock or anything. But Morris made sure he got in before he even made it to the house. Hell no was he going to let his brother be outside in the dark of night like this. He wouldn’t trust himself out of there. Seeing the stable doors close behind him and the silhouette of a thumbs up, Morris smiles before continuing his journey to the house. He was tall enough to try and jump to reach the roof of one of the downstairs rooms. His and Oscar’s room was on the second floor, their parents being just down the hallway. But they were arguing in the kitchen, just below the boys. So of course, Morris had to be sneaky and careful with this. He knew he was tall enough to jump up, but usually, he climbed up onto the shed beside the house and jumped on. It was easier said than done. So that’s exactly what he did.

Morris climbed onto the shed, then hopped up and grabbed onto the side of the roof, pulling himself up and gently making his way towards his window, where thankfully it was unlocked. His parents didn’t know the amount of times Morris snuck off, nor did he want them to. If they found out, he’d be grounded for a while. And Morris wasn’t trying to be grounded during his childhood. He took in a shaky breath, pulling his window up and slipping his way inside. He searched through drawers, pulling out his brass knuckles he was gifted by his grandfather, and the knife he had grabbed was a switchblade, gifted to Oscar by the same man. Morris knew they’d switch weapons. Oscar was more of a knife person, and Morris with brass knuckles. He put his stuff in a satchel, swinging it over his shoulder. Now to get the lantern and get back to his baby brother. A small huff escaped him as he quickly searched for a lantern, grabbing one from the hallway. His parents were still arguing. Lovely. A soft sigh escaped him as he ran a hand through his hair, holding the lantern before carefully making his way out the window, closing it behind him. His mother thought they were asleep, plus, they’d be back in time for it too, so there wasn’t anything to worry about.

That's one of the memories Morris remembered. He took in a shaky breath as he stood up to his feet, staring down at the tombstone. "You didn't have to do anything. I would've accepted getting shot." He mumbled. He wasn't... mad. He couldn't do anything now. Oscar was dead. Morris had to go on without him.

[kevinvoncrastenburg]

It was a special day in Sunset Valley 🎈

In fact it was Caroline's birthday (again). She turned into a young adult. (I know it goes way too fast. For the next generation, and as soon as I move them into a new world, I'll increase the days for each life stage drastically) 🙏🏼

Ophelia Made brought a baked angel food cake to Caroline's birthday.

Ophelia to Caroline: "You know why I brought the angel food cake? 'Cause you're an angel hehe.."

I'm sorry but I had to. 😂

Happy birthday Caroline 🎁🎉