I have been asked some great questions this week, one of the most popular time periods that people were curious about was the 19th Century. Two lovely followers inquired about men’s fashion during this period and how it changed. Since my knowledge is mainly about women’s fashion, and even though I know better, my brain automatically thinks of three fashion periods for men, Mr. Darcy, Abraham Lincoln, Sherlock Holmes. That is why instead of answering these questions in my normal rambling manner, I’m going to take a bit longer and put together a detailed post doing my best to cover the entire decade (eeek) WITH photos, so I’ve been doing some research. Be patient with me and I hope I answer any questions you have.



Mrs. Lincoln or Sarafine? 

I made this gifset because I was just wondering who exactly is going to be Sarafine, after she leaves Mrs. Lincoln’s body… If they don’t change the story, they’ll have to cut Emma Thompson on the next movies, and I don’t like this idea, she’s an extraordinay actress! Tho I also don’t like when they change the story, so I’m in this situantion… both?


Some Loud House ships that aren’t creepy!

Lincoln and Clyde
Mom and Dad Loud
Lori and Bobby
Clyde’s dads
Lincoln and Christina (okay, maybe that one is a little creepy)
I would have included Ronnie Anne on this list but she hasn’t appeared on screen yet.

Anyway, we need to agree on some ship names.

Victorian Cookbooks, Ranked

My current (and unlikely to endure) hobby is reading Victorian cookbooks, because they are hilariously outdated and contain recipes that require you to quarter raisins or boil moss. As such, I feel I am expert enough to score them in three fields: Utter Weirdness, Edibility, and Readability.

  • Mrs Lincoln’s Boston Cook Book. Long on pseudoscience and short on sanity, this is the book you want if you feel like making moss jellies or scraping out calf-skulls. You’ll learn about the constituents of meat (albumen and ozmazome is mostly what she talks about), how to arrange a sick room (no medicine bottles should be visible and you can’t whisper), and how to clarify coffee with a raw egg (I still don’t get how this works). On the plus side, she adds sherry and fistfuls of spices to just about anything, which is my cooking philosophy as well. She also has a clear, facile way with words and isn’t afraid to get into detail on some of the more obscure methods, so even though I don’t understand how to clarify coffee, I know so much more otherwise. Mrs. Lincoln comes off as a kindly, wise old lady who’s fond of fortified wine, and I can really get behind that. UW: 8.5/10 | E: 7/10 (too many raw eggs for me) | R: 10/10
  • The Boston Cooking-School Cook Book. Written by the unfortunately named Fannie Farmer, this book is responsible for our standardized system of cups and teaspoons, so yay! On the downside, Ms. Farmer is much less fun than Mrs. Lincoln: instead of careening boozily around the kitchen dismembering chickens and peeling tongues, she stands, knife coldly in hand, informing us of the best way to clean an oyster. It’s less exciting but more scientifically accurate. Despite its detachment and insistence on correct measures, there is at least 75% less moss and Fannie really really likes making desserts (so many desserts). UW: 2/10 (she still mentions ozmazome WHICH IS NOT A THING) | E: 9/10 | R: 9/10
  • Mrs Beeton’s Book of Household Management. Published in 1861, this is older than the other two and even battier. The Victorians were extremely fond of quoting things, and Isabella Beeton does. Oh, how she does. Even when it isn’t relevant to cooking at all. In accordance with the name, the book also concerns hiring servants, cleaning, sending out invitations, and the correct manner of seating people at dinner. (Get it wrong, and she’ll personally show up at your house and rap your knuckles.) This is all useful if you want to throw an authentic party, but otherwise you can skip that part. Fortunately, the food is more than interesting enough to make up for that. Ever wanted to know how to get cream out of milk (put it in a shallow dish in a cool place) or who should eat fresh bread (nobody)? Mrs. Beeton can tell you! And, you guys, she has so many recipes for sweet things, and a lot of them involve brandy and Madeira. So despite the overall sniffy and prescriptive tone, the book is actually kinda fun. UW: 10/10 | E: 8/10 because she layers everything with sugar | R: 9/10
The Loud House 30 day art challenge

Hey, Loud House fans, this is Mod Queenie! Since the fandom is still fairly small and the fandom tags are slow, Mod Doodle and I decided to start a 30 day fandom art challenge!

The rules are simple; there’s no deadline, so you can do this whenever. You can do as many or as few prompts as you want. The only restrictions are no incest ships and your art must be SFW.

When you post your art, you can tag this blog or submit it directly to us. Happy drawing!

–Mod Queenie

  1. Favorite female character 
  2. Favorite male character 
  3. Favorite Loud pet 
  4. Favorite romantic ship 
  5. Favorite crossover ship 
  6. Favorite sibling relationship 
  7. Favorite episode
  8. Least favorite female character
  9. Least favorite male character
  10. Least favorite Loud pet
  11. Least favorite romantic ship
  12. Least favorite crossover ship
  13. Least favorite sibling relationship
  14. Least favorite episode 
  15. Favorite Lincoln moment 
  16. Favorite Lori moment 
  17. Favorite Leni moment 
  18. Favorite Luna moment 
  19. Favorite Luan moment 
  20. Favorite Lynn moment 
  21. Favorite Lucy moment 
  22. Favorite Lana moment 
  23. Favorite Lola moment 
  24. Favorite Lisa moment 
  25. Favorite Lily moment 
  26. Favorite Clyde moment 
  27. Favorite Loud parents moment 
  28. Favorite Loud pets moment 
  29. Favorite Clyde’s parents moment
  30. Draw all 11 of the Loud siblings together!

(All links from The Loud House wiki)

A Loud Beginning (a Loud House fanfic)

“Girls! We’re home!” Mr. Loud announced as the parents opened the door. The five rambunctious sisters stopped their horsing around, much to their Pop-Pop’s relief, and rushed to meet the new baby.

“Hi Mommy! Hi Daddy!” They all greeted in excitement.

“Did you all behave for Pop-Pop?” asked their mother, looking over at the worn out old man resting in the arm chair.

“We sure did,” Lori stated with an innocent smile.

“Can we see the baby? Can we? Can we?” Luan jumped, unable to contain her excitement.

“Yeah, we wanna see our new little sister,” Luna added, just as anxious.

“Well,” chuckled the father. “This one’s not exactly a sister.”

The girls were all confused. What did he mean? After having five girls, how could this one be any different? Their mom bent down, showing them the newest family member wrapped in a towel and sleeping.

“Girls,” she said. “Say hello to Lincoln. Your new baby brother.”

“Brother?!” the girls all exclaimed in unison. A boy was certainly a first for their family and they weren’t sure what to make of it. But once little Lincoln opened his eyes and gave a big yawn, it didn’t seem to matter.

“Lincoln, these are your sisters.” Mrs. Loud said softly.

“Awww!!” Leni sighed. “He’s so cute.” 

“I bet he’ll wanna play soccer with me,” said the two-year-old Lynn.

“Uh, it might be a while before he’s ready for that, Lynn,” said Mr. Loud. Lynn was disappointed, but she brushed it off pretty quickly.

“Oh well. At least I’m not the baby anymore.”

Luan pushed Luna to the side so she could try something. She looked Lincoln right in the eye and pulled the silliest faces she could think of. The baby seemed a little timid at first, but then he smiled and gave a little giggle.

“I like this kid,” Luan said, pleased. “He’s got good taste.”

“Great! This is just great!” Lori whined. “We had a perfect thing going in this family with just us girls. But now this boy is gonna ruin everything!” 

“Come on, Lori. Maybe it’ll be fun having a baby bro around,” Luna defended.

“Yeah,” Leni agreed. “Just look at how adorable he is.”

“He won’t be adorable for long,” Lori pouted.

“Lori, just give him a chance,” said Mom. “I’m sure you’ll learn to love him. After all, you’ve learned to love all your sisters. Here, you can even hold him.”

Her mom held Lincoln out for Lori to take, which Lori reluctantly accepted. As Lincoln smiled at her and reached for her face, Lori couldn’t help but smile back. 

Maybe a little brother wouldn’t be so bad, as long as he remembered who was in charge.