is it possible to be in love with a place

Writing Love without Experience

Anonymous asked: “I started a story about love, but the problem is that I have no romantic experience whatsoever. Because of that, it has come to my attention that the romantic scenes are stiff and seem out of place. Any advice?”

I don’t think you need experience to write about something, especially if it’s romance or something so incredibly prevalent across the board in art, media, and storytelling. We have grown up on love stories to the point where it is almost obnoxious. I personally love them, but if I didn’t, I imagine it would be pretty relentless. Anyway, with so many examples out there, personal experience is overrated. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi I was wondering if you could give me an idea for something. I'm running a campaign which take place in a place called The Living Cave. It's a massive magical cave system which has a legend about some incredible treasure hidden somewhere near the bottom of the cave system. The cave is actually sentient and slightly manipulates things that happen inside. My issue is I've been unable to think of what the treasure could be to make all my players hard work worth it.

Thats pretty god damn rad. Love it. Here are some things: 

Incredibly rare ore, very valuable and possibly has magical properties. Can be used to make weapons, armor, etc.

The heart of the cave. Eat it, preserve it, whatever. Magical properties. When placed inside of a building, mountain, etc. can give you basically another living cave that doesn’t want to outright kill you. If placed inside another [dead] thing, can breathe life into it.

Tons of gold coins. Sentient coins. Still same value as gold though!

A seed that cracks open to reveal blackness. It inks out, and wraps around a weapon giving it +[number] or a magical property. The blackness stays, and can be used on a few more weapons. After a certain number of uses it becomes less powerful.

A contract made by [god] that is tailored to the party’s desires. Just needs to be signed.

A bag of holding bigger than you can imagine. Walking inside takes you to another place, beautiful and dangerous and full of good loot.

A blind fold that, when worn, gives you higher perception and insight. It also reveals strange doorways and locations you can direct the party through.

Coming soon…

As you can see by the caption, it may turn out to be a long drabble. But…there’s also the possibility that I turn it into a genuine fic because there’s a lot I can do with the plot…

What’s the plot you might ask? Well, Bucky needs a place to live and, as Steve’s best friend, you offer to let Bucky live with you for a little while. I don’t think much else needs to be said about what’s going to happen *cough* smut *cough*

I’m going to work on it tonight after I shower. 

Originally posted by ohmysupernatural

~ I’m also going to work on Part 3 of Dare. soon and Part Three of Little Jealous There, Sarge?

anonymous asked:

Tbh I'm happy for Kaneki and Touka and all but it just makes me sad for Hide haha, he depended as much on Kaneki as Kaneki did on him and he felt lonely and left behind when he joined Anteiku, and idk now that Kaneki has Touka and possibly a baby on the way he'll be even more lonely and alienated from him (if he's still alive) bc I feel like Kaneki is finally getting the family and love he wants but Hide will still only have Kaneki. this just makes me wish he doesnt come back at all haha ^^;

Ok, I don’t mean to be rude, I really don’t, but can we stop romanticising this narrative of codependency? ^^’
I hate how toxic the supposed Hide fandom can be sometimes. Why would Hide be sad that Kaneki is happy and has finally found his place in the world? Why would Hide be against it if it’s everything Hide has always been wishing for? If Hide wanted to be Kaneki’s whole support system by himself, he wouldn’t have talked to Touka about how to better read through his lies and half truths. He would have never told her that he’s a good liar and how he became like that as a result of a lonely childhood. He wouldn’t have tried to make Touka into an ally, as it later happened.
Sure, Hide cares a lot about Kaneki. And sure, he was lonely when Kaneki closed himself off, but it was because Hide knew that Kaneki was hurting himself by making bad life choices, not because he couldn’t cope with Kaneki being his own person.
Stop romanticising Hide’s protectiveness of Kaneki and making into a narrative of possessiveness and codependency. It isn’t.
If you’re a real fan of Hide you should value him because he’s his own person, not because he’s Kaneki’s best friend. If you really liked his character, you should wish for him to come back and get a proper character development and a narrative that centers around his role in the story, not wish he was dead because otherwise the story wouldn’t fit your flawed standards for what makes a good friendship (or romantic) dynamic.
Just stop. Or at the very least don’t come to my askbox and make me read it.

DEAR WORLD~

WE ARE SO FUCKING PROUD OF OUR BOYS. 

BTS has a very special place in both Jade and mine’s heart. We may not have been apart of ARMY for long, but in this very short time, BTS has impacted our lives in the most positive way possible. They’ve taught us to work hard, and inspired us to pursue our dreams. 

THEY DESERVED THIS AWARD AND WE ARE SO EXCITED THAT WE HAD A SMALL PART IN GIVING IT TO THEM

To see them win this award brought tears to both of us. It reminds us to keep fighting, and keep working towards the future we so desperately want.

So thank you ARMY, and CONGRATULATIONS BTS, your hard work and gratitude has transcended cultures and shifted perspectives.

This is the start of change. 

There is no stopping us now

~Leah|리아

Dear, first love.
I do not know how it happened. I couldn’t even tell you when it happened. All I know is that I was completely in love with you but suddenly, it was over and my love started dissipating for you. Please understand, it didn’t just leave. I went through hell and back, not knowing how to deal with the love that you left behind. I thought it was something I’d never be able to get over. I was so overwhelmingly in love with you that I just couldn’t believe that we had no future together anymore and that was hard to swallow because there was a time where I once saw you as my entire future. My mind went astray with the thought of you during cold nights, wishing we were sharing body heat for one last time. It felt as though I’d never be able to erase your name from my memory. But something happened. Like I said, I don’t know when or how, or possibly even why, I just know that it stopped hurting. Your name didn’t feel like a sharp knife embedded into my heart, it faded away like a dull blur that I had trouble remembering. I could drink dark coffee without thinking how your lips tainted that very same mug once before. I was able to pass by the places that hold memories of past us laughing away into the night, with mexican food in our mouth and love in our eyes, with a smile. There was no longer any sadness that used to drain my entire body with heaviness when my thoughts ran through these memories like wildfire. Just an acknowledgement that we were in each other’s lives at one point of time in this universe. I’m no longer sad about us anymore. Truth is, if we were meant to be, we would have been. It’s just a shame that we were lessons rather than the real thing because had we learnt our lessons before meeting each other, we could have been the real thing, you know? The big love that everyone talks about. All of the movies, songs and poems about love; we would have been the epitome of love itself. I truly believe that. But I am happy that we happened. Because I now know how it truly feels to love someone and to have it taken away from you. It’s given me the biggest lessons of my life. I now know when to admit when I’m wrong, how to support someone when they need you to, how to not hold back in love just because you’re scared of the outcome and most importantly, how to love someone without wanting anything in return. Just for the complete sake of loving them.
God, I’m scared. I’ve met someone new and I’m terrified of messing it up. But this time around, I’m not holding back. I have a heart full of love and this time, I’m going to do it right. So thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for the lessons and thank you for teaching me how to love somebody properly. Goodbye, first love. Hello, my last love (hopefully).

He scanned through the crowd with intense eyes and finally, he spotted the black haired girl at a table in the corner of the bar. Immediately, he pushed his way through the dancing crowd.

He gave her a soft pat on the shoulder, calling out to her. Slowly, she turned to him and smiled sheepishly at him. 

“You’re finally here…” her voice shook a little, “…let’s have a drink!”

“No, you drank enough,” he took the empty shot glass from her hand, grabbed her arm and started pulling her up from her seat, “so let’s get you back home now. ”

She shook her head and whined in a slurred voice. She tried to push him away but she was far too drunk. Sighing, he slung her arm over his shoulder, wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her out of the bar, all the way to his car.

He opened his car door and helped her into the front seat. He took a look at her sleeping face for a moment before leaning in to fasten her seatbelt, his fingers accidentally brushed against her side.

Her brows twitched at his touch and her lids drifted open to half-mast. She fixed her gaze on his face. The face she would find in crowds. The face she could not go on a day without thinking of. The face she could not possibly forget. Unconsciously, she gripped his shoulder and opened her mouth,

“…I love you.”

It was a mere whisper, but it was audible enough for him to hear and to freeze in place. He turned to meet and hold her gaze.

“You’re drunk.”

She tightened her grip on his shoulder and pulled him closer to her,

“And that’s exactly why I have the courage to tell you that I love you,” she said, giggling between hiccups,

“And my feelings will remain unchanged when dawn breaks,“ her voice noticeably changed, growing quieter, more serious as she spoke before she gave in to sleep’s powerful pull,

“I love you all the same, whether I am drunk or sober.”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #142 // Gently, he caressed her head with a smile, and leaned in to lay a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I love you too.”
Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
—  Caitlyn Siehl
5

A Year in Review [2016]: Favorite Characters

1. AoY Girls - Jeong Ye Eun, Song Ji Won, Yoon Jin Myeong, Yoo Eun Jae, Kang Yi Na (Age of Youth)

When you were asked about your plans for the future for the first time, you hadn’t even had your first day of school yet and there were dozens of szenarios in your head of how you’d spend your life.
It took a few years for your dreams to be shaped, until the vary shadows formed contours and you could answer with a small smile playing around your lips whenever someone asked you about that time which still felt so far ahead.
However, in middle school, you had to realize that life wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought before; that many of the things you had once dreamed of would never be possible but then, new ideas started to form in your head and when your friends told you about the subjects their older siblings were studying at university, you almost couldn’t wait to grow up and follow your dreams.
In high school, you had learned about your abilities and the topics you’re interested in, what you are good at and which issues you would rather avoid.
Now, when you were asked about your plans for the future, you could answer with several opportunities lying ahead of you and you’d talk about the cities where you would have liked to study. Graduating no longer seemed out of reach nor sight but still far enough away to not worry about details or feel the need to have your whole life planned out.
But then senior year comes around.
The first weeks, even months, still feel relatively normal, compared to high school, even though more and more people around you have a concrete idea of what they will do after they graduate.
But in the beginning, it’s still possible to laugh it all off, to shrug your shoulders and form an alliance of carelessness with those who feel as lost as you do when it comes to the future.
And you begin to remember all those dreams you once had, especially those who will never truly leave your mind and you cannot stop asking yourself whether it would actually be possible for you to follow them;
if maybe, just maybe, you are really free to achieve whatever you want.
Yet, it is still easy to forget about it all by focusing on the tasks ahead, the final exams and the preparations for the last educational events you’ll ever witness with these people who have been a part of your life for so long.
It’s not hard to simply surpress your worries and fears but then the end of this final year in school comes closer and closer until all the ‘last times’ are beginning.
The last time studying for an exam, the last presentation or the last movie you’ll watch bored to death while doodling on your paper.
But also the last free period spent outside in the sun with the people who mean the world to you, laughing until there are tears in your eyes and your ribs hurt, the last time being late to class because all of you rather stay in the car to finish singing this one song, the last time of ever laughing about a joke of that funny kid in your math class.
And then, suddenly, there is only one week left until you will all go separate ways, hoping that your paths will cross again someday and you cannot possibly understand that this part of your life, which seemed endless back when you were eight, will actually come to an end.
—  // and it is when you are standing on that hill behind the building, looking over the place where you spent almost your whole life, that you realize that it might just be true what people say;
that good things have to come to an end to make room for even greater adventures
j.d.m.

I’m not gonna lie- I had complex feelings about spending the weekend dancing whilst watching tensions w North Korea mount.
I find It’s a tightrope between being vigilantly observant of everything going on in the world and also having enough space and time to appreciate God’s good earth the way it was intended to be appreciated.
On my way home I found myself compelled to visit an old favorite place of mine at the rim of the world highway where I took a moment to sit down by the sequoia grove and write a little song.
I just wanted to share this in hopes that one individual’s hope and prayer for peace might contribute to the possibility of it in the long run.
Hope everyone has a nice day,
with love from California

Ace Keith Headcanons
  • He didn’t know it back then. He didn’t care about it. Ignored all his classmates who were passing around lewd magazines and just continued browsing why on earth pluto was no longer a planet. The injustice! 
  • When his classmates at the Garrison asked him if he ever had a girlfriend 
    “Never had one.” 
    “A boyfriend then?” 
    “Nope. None of that either.”
    “But why?”
    “I was not aware it was a requirement, Charles.”
    Others thought he was a snob and a bit snarky after that.
  • At night he just read books. Sometimes he drew things like spaceships and alien warships. He loved outer space and he was going to be an ace pilot and be the youngest pilot to go on a mission. His roommate gave up inviting him to parties to meet possible mates. “Have fun.” “You too.”
  • When he wanted to be alone, he snuck up to the rooftop just so he could trace the constellations and get more inspiration for his drawings. He liked the quiet and the natural light the moon gave him to see what he was drawing on his skethpad.
    “What are you doing in a place like this at this hour, cadet?”
    Keith looked up to see the one and only Garrison Golden Boy.
    “I could say the same for you, Sir.” He got back to drawing.
    Shiro sat beside him and just watched him draw in silence. 
  • It became a thing. Shiro finding Keith on the rooftop, reading or drawing. They usually didn’t even talk, until Shiro broke their usual silence.
    “How come you’re always up here? Why are you not with your friends? It’s not everyday you get to be in the city and have fun.”
    Keith shrugged. “Hmm. Not really my type of fun or thing.”
    “Huh. Interesting.”
  • They became friends after that. Their feet dangling on the rooftop as Shiro would tell Keith a joke or something that happened to him in class. Keith didn’t draw all the time, he’d have the sketchpad on his lap and just laugh and tell Shiro things too.
  • Their conversation led to talking about crushes one time, because that topic was always interesting.
    “Had my first crush back in elementary,” Shiro laughed. “A bit silly to be honest. Then she liked me back and we became a couple.”
    “Wow. That’s so… young.” Keith chuckled.
    “How about you? Who was your first crush?”
    Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ve never had one.”
    “What?” Shiro asked, a bit scandalized at the revelation. “No way!”
    “I just haven’t seen anyone that way, I guess. If it happens, then it happens. But to be honest, I don’t think anyone will even like me since I’m not into that or see anyone like that.” Keith forced a fake cough. 
    Shiro was silent for a while and then he smiled. “Keith, do you know the word for that?”
    “The word for what?” Keith looked confused.
    “The word for what I think you are,” Shiro smiled fondly. “It’s asexual. Or ace for short. It’s basically someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction.”
    Keith blinked. “Oh.” Then he smiled. “I like that. Ace. What a nice word.”
    “It is. You’re literally an Ace Pilot.” Shiro laughed.
    “Oh, shut up.” Keith nudged Shiro playfully, causing his skethpad to fall.
  • The next few months they were on the rooftop, Keith started the talk.
    “I think I have my first crush now.”
    “Oh really? Who is it?” Shiro raised an eyebrow, curious.
    “It’s basically someone you admire, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    Keith nodded. “Okay, I’m sure it’s a crush then.”
    “Keith! Who is it? Oh my god. Don’t kill me this way, man. I must know!”
    Keith laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll know one day, Shiro.”
    Shiro sat back, thinking that was probably enough of an answer. “Okay, so you have this crush on someone now. What do you want to do?”
    “I might want to hold his hand one day. If he’d let me.”
    Shiro smiled at his friend. “I hope you get to hold that boy’s hand, Keith.”
  • A few months later, Keith asked Shiro if he could hold his hand.

anonymous asked:

"The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.” with Cass pleaseeee

Cassian: *walks in Feysand’s room* Hey Rhys! Rhys! Wake up! I need you to do me a favour.

Rhys: *groans* It’s the middle of the night Cassian!! What do you want?

Cassian: *entusiastically* Tomorrow at lunch, I need you to say how good I am at teaching baby bats how to fly

Rhys: *confused* But you are not teaching them?

Cassian: *puts a finger on Rhys’ mouth* sshh you idiot, be quiet. She’ll hear you.

Rhys: Who? Cassian this is ridic-

Cassian: *whispers* Nesta of course! What kind of question is that?

Rhys: *rubs his eyes* Cassian, please, I don’t understand what this all is about.

Cassian: The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids, Rhys. Everyone knows that!

*tomorrow at lunch*

Rhys: *speaking loud on purpose* So Cassian, the rumor is you’re a very good teacher.

Elain: What are you teaching?

Cassian: *not so subtly glancing at Nesta* I’m teaching little Illyrians how to fly.

Elain: Oh that is incredible. Did you hear that, Nesta?

Nesta: *uninterested* Poor children want to learn how to fly as soon as possible so they can get away from him

*later*

Elain: Rhysand, I umm, where can I find that place where Cassian is with children?

Elain: *gets elbowed by Nesta* And, uhh, I blackmailed Nesta into coming with me.

Rhys: *looks like he’ll be sick* Meet me in two hours, I’ll fly you.

Rhys and Cassian: *gather all children possible and bribe them so they won’t say the truth*

GoTG Meet Avengers


Peter stares, watching them all a little blankly. By his side, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s been groaning for the past twenty seconds.


“So… you went on a ten-year murder spree where you joined a terror organisation of your own free will in order to kill Tony, who wasn’t even responsible for the death of your parents in the first place- and then decide that just Tony isn’t murderous enough for you, and go for the rest of his team for some reason, too?”

Across the room, Wanda bristles. “It wasn’t like-”

“And then your team leader let you on the team you were trying to murder? Almost immediately after the one single fight you helped them with?” Gamora interrupts. Her eyes are cold and dangerous. 

Steve opens his mouth to defend himself, but Drax cuts in. “And you,” he gestures harshly at clint, “you were willing to abandon your family and get yourself arrested, just so you could involve yourself in a matter that did not concern you anyway?”

“You think I wanted to be arrested? That was all Tony-” Clint begins, but Drax roars, and Clint rears back, eyes wide and hand reaching for the bow at his hip.

“TONY STARK DID NOT FORCE YOU TO BREAK YOUR LAWS! I WAS PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE I FOUGHT FOR MY FAMILY, NOT-”

“Drax, stay calm. These people are breakable,” Gamora warns, although she is staring at them all as if she wants nothing better than to let Drax get himself worked up over them. 

“You know, Tony has only been giving you his view on everything that happened,” Steve counters. He’s looking at Tony like… like he’s disappointed in him, and that’s enough to get Rocket yelling angrily.

“Oh, so you sayin’ you didn’t tear the team he invested his time, his love, his effort into, apart- all so you could save a guy that Tony had offered to rehabilitate in the first place anyway? Or what about the fact you didn’t tell him that your best bud murdered his parents? That a lie too?” He snarls, and on his shoulder, Groot’s arms are slowly growing, pricklier and heavier- he can feel the weight on his shoulders.

“I think everyone needs to calm down, here-” Sam begins, but Gamora silences him, knuckles cracking as she steps forward.

Sam, wisely, takes a step back.

 “You do not get to talk- not when you chose to put your trust in a man you met for three seconds, whilst he was breaking into Tony’s compound, over the actual Avenger and team-mate himself,” she hisses, hands thrown up into the air as she turns to face all of them now.

“You sicken me. I may fight and argue and be frustrated with my team- but at the end of the day, they are still my family. They are still the people I would trust without a second thought,” she shoots a glare at Sam, “who I would always tell the truth to, even if it hurts,” Steve looked at the floor, jaw set in a grim line, “and who I would never, ever ask to be on the same team as a woman who subdued them to their worst fears and tried to kill them. I would rather die.”

She spat on the floor, and then turned away. “I am going back to the ship. You may continue your discussions if you must, but I am finished. I will only kill one of them if this continues.”

“That would be a shame,” Drax says quietly, his voice low and threatening.

Tony, who spent the majority of the conversation absolutely silent, speaks up at that point. “Hey! Drax used sarcasm!”

No one laughs. He goes back to holding his head in his hand.

Peter just looks slightly sick. His hand is wrapped very, very tightly around Tony’s.


“You know that post of text that Tony showed us a few weeks ago? He called it a… a me-me? With the breadsticks and the asshole date?” Rocket pipes up after a few seconds of silence, gun still spinning ominously in his fingers. “I think it’s time for us to shove Tony in our spaceship and say we have to go, right now, immediately.”


Despite everything, Tony lets a huff of laughter escape at that. Peter- seeming to suddenly snap out of his horrified trance- nods his head approvingly, beginning to tug on Tony’s hand. “Yes. I agree. Wonderful though this diplomatic meeting of teams was, I’m afraid we have urgent business to attend to. We have to… show Tony… something awesome.”

“Yes. LOVE, AFFECTION AND VALIDATION!” Drax roars again, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and placing the most violent and angry kiss possible on top of his hair.

“Later, losers!” Rocket calls out, sticking his middle finger up behind him and then turning to punch Tony’s thigh gently before scarpering back to the ship.

Groot hops down from Rocket and then latches on to Tony’s forearm, clambering up his arm until he was resting on Tony’s shoulder instead. Tony glances over at him and grins happily. He’s always had a bit of a soft spot for Groot.

“hey,” he whispers, as the tiny tree alien quickly began to grow a few flowers, and then plucked them off his hand and tucked them into Tony’s hair. “I am Groot,” he whispers right back in reply.

Tony smiles, rolling his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Don’t worry about them- I left them behind a long time ago.”


Steve hears that. He looks at tony for a long time, his eyes a little sad and regretful.


Tony just stares right back, and then raises his eyebrows and shrugs, adjusting the beginning of the flower-crown Groot was making for him.

“Call me the next time it gets too much for you guys to handle,” he calls out after them, as Peter and Drax both steer him hurriedly back toward the ship and away from his old team.

Groot giggles on his shoulder, and then places another flower behind his ear. “I am Groot!”


“I agree,” Tony says, just as Peter nods his own approval, gently bumping their shoulders together. “Let’s go and play Space-Tag.”

Missed Easter

Lance’s family always made a big fuss on Easter. They would fill the house with eggs hidden in every possible place for all the younger kids to find.
Then they would decorate the various eggs they had found before sitting down for a big family dinner.
Lance particularly loved Easter because it was one of the few times a year his entire extended family came together and his home was filled with noise and laughter.
Then he went to space and didn’t even realise it was Easter until Pidge checked the calendar they had on their phone telling them exactly what kid of day it was.
Lance demanded that they celebrate in some way, much to the others protests, and got to work decorating the common area.
While Lance was running around hiding egg shaped things he had found and making little Easter treats for everyone. No one else really got involved.
Sure Hunk made a big meal when asked, but everyone else went on with normal.
It wasn’t until Allura tripped over a hidden egg did she snap and yelled at him for acting so childish. She went on and on until the other paladins began to feel sorry for their team mate.
Lance just stood there taking it all in with his hands behind his back.
When Allura finally asked if he had anything to say for himself, Lance just broke.
His face crumbled and tears started falling down his face. He started mumbling about how sorry he was and that he would do better.
Allura felt awful.
She had been fed up and stressed so took it out on him which she knew wasn’t fair.
She tried to explain but Lance dropped what he was hiding behind his back and ran off to his room quickly followed by Hunk.
The others felt bad but when they saw what Lance had dropped they felt even worse.
It was a drawing made in incredible detail of the seven of them standing in front of the lions.
Written on the picture in small curly handwriting in the corner was:
“Happy Easter to the best space family a home sick guy could ask for.”

chasing amy: a masterpiece
  • this episode was such a blessing 
  • like
  • “ames” x2
  • “babe” x9104
  • amy using the shoulder nova
  • domestic peraltiago
  • “now it’s ready for me to braid again”
  • every single holt and terry scene
  • jake’s impression of amy
  • ROSA’S impression of amy
  • kylie
  • gina & boyle bonding
  • “i love her so much”
  • jake literally connecting a month and year to a specific place amy would be because he knows her so well and that roof meant so much to both of them
  • “you think that because you love me”
  • “remember last week when i boiled that egg” “that was big i was really proud of you”
  • trivia nights
  • “did you throw away my sombrero restaurant” 
  • scary amy
  • “your train will be departing in 45 minutes” …
  • “i’ve never seen him walk with such purpose”
  • “is it possible to enter the colour beige”
  • terry’s dancing
  • all the boyle’s
  • THE ENTIRE DAMN ROOFTOP SCENE
  • jake canonically being confirmed as being in love with amy since the bet
  • “i’ve always known you were gonna be my boss”
  • “i love you” “i love you too”
  • jake die-harding off the roof
  • “wait. you left your figurine behind for some reason. take it.”
  • “ all aboard the terry liner, next stop holt-sylvania”
  • “YEAH WE ALL KNOW ABOUT THE BARS ROSA”
  • tangtown
  • “gina you don’t have to do this” “yes i do, because you’re my brother”
  • “we used to have sex you know” “you don’t have to mention that every time”
  • SERGEANT AMY SANTIAGO
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So this handsome fellow is Peter Doyle, longtime partner of the great American poet Walt Whitman. He is often viewed as an enigmatic figure, but what we do know about him tells us that he was quite remarkable in his own right.

Pete was born in Limerick, Ireland, and came to the United States with his family when he was eight years old. After the death of his father, he worked hard to support his widowed mother and siblings. One of his brothers, Francis, became a police officer in Washington DC, where the family lived. Francis ended up fighting for the Union during the Civil War, while Pete served in the Confederate Army. He saw serious action and was wounded, discharged from the army, and promptly arrested when he attempted to go back to DC. He managed to get off the hook by claiming that, as an Irish immigrant, he really didn’t care one way or the other about Union versus Confederacy. True or not, this worked, and he was freed.

It was at this point that Pete took a job as a horsecar conductor. In the nearly empty streetcar, on a stormy night in early 1865, Pete met Walt Whitman. Pete as 21 at the time, while Walt was 45. According to the younger man, it was pretty much love at first sight. “We understood,” Pete said. Walt was the only passenger on the streetcar, and he didn’t get off at his planned stop. Instead, he rode with Pete until the end of the route, at which point the two men spent their first night together.

They were inseparable for the next seven or eight years. They’d often go for long walks together, with Walt reciting poetry or passages from Shakespeare. I am 100% not making this up.

And their letters. Oh my God, their letters. Not many of Pete’s to Walt survive, but Walt’s to Pete are so full of love that they’d melt the coldest heart. A sample quote: “My darling, if you are not well when I come back I will get a good room or two in some quiet place, and we will live together and devote ourselves altogether to the job of curing you, and making you stronger and healthier than ever. I have had this in my mind before but never broached it to you.”

As this excerpt implies, Walt very much wanted to make a home with his young partner. Sadly, this would never be possible. Pete, as the oldest unmarried son, saw it as his duty to provide for his mother and siblings. They – and the society in which they lived – had certain expectations. While Walt was on good terms with Pete’s family, getting them to accept wholeheartedly this same-sex relationship was an entirely different matter. The two men had to do with spending nights together.

Pete was definitely a tremendously positive influence on Walt and his work. He persuaded Walt to delete three poems dealing with themes of despair and unrequited love from the 1867 edition of Leaves of Grass. He may have also influenced one of his partner’s best-known works, “O Captain! My Captain!” The tone deals with the death of Abraham Lincoln and the end of the Civil War. It is unusual amongst Whitman’s works because it is rhymed, rather than written in free verse. Walt noted that Pete had quite the rhyming ability, often rattling off charming limericks. Also, some have argued that the metaphor of the ship on the rough sea is a kind of nod to Pete’s immigrant background.

The young immigrant was also an eyewitness to the greatest tragedy of the day. He was in the balcony of Ford’s theater on the night of April 14, 1865, when Lincoln was assassinated. He recounted hearing the shot, and then seeing Booth leap onto the stage. Later, Walt drew on this account as a source of information for his annual Lincoln lectures. And he wouldn’t have heard any of it, if it weren’t for his boyfriend!

Walt suffered a stroke in 1873, and moved to Camden, New Jersey, to live with his brother. He ended staying there until his death in 1892. Pete was unable to find work in Camden, though he did eventually get a job in Philadelphia. They saw each other only sporadically, and at one point Walt had gone so long without hearing from Pete that he thought the younger man had died. He hadn’t, but he was put off by the presence of a housekeeper and other caretakers in his partner’s house. He stayed away, for fear of rousing suspicion as to the true nature of the relationship. After Walt’s death, Pete expressed regret for his hesitation.

In 1897, Pete allowed Richard Maurice Bucke (Walt’s literary executor) to publish the letters written by Walt to Pete. The result was a book called Calamus. No one who read it would have any doubts as to the nature of the love between these two men. It made Pete the black sheep of his Catholic family, and his sister forbade the reading of the book in her house. I think we have to give the man some serious props here. It had to take a hell of a lot of courage to let something like that hit the presses in the 19th century. Maybe he was proud of himself, his partner, and their relationship, and saw no shame or sinfulness in any of it. I sincerely hope that this was the case, and that there was an element of defiance of social and religious norms that went into the publication of Calamus.

Pete remained a member of the “inner circle” of Whitman devotees until his own death in 1907. He is buried in DC’s Congressional Cemetery. His grave marker is a short walk from that of Leonard Matlovich, which famously reads, “they gave me a medal for killing two men, and a discharge for loving one.” Nowadays, Peter Doyle is usually included on history tours of the cemetery which focus on LGBT figures.

Excellent work has been done by Whitman scholars in order to rescue Pete from the shadows of history. We are beginning to understand just how much he influenced Walt, and what a fascinating man he is. “Pete the Great,” as he liked to call himself, is an enigma no more.

And now, to finish off this already very long post, a quick guide to the photos:

Top: Pete aged about 25 years, taken in 1868. Cool hat.

Middle: Pete aged 57, taken circa 1900. Cool mustache.

Bottom: Pete and Walt, circa 1868, ridiculously in love. This might be my favorite historical photograph of all time.

Writing Prompts

• I wanted to completely disappear.
• You went so far down the rabbit hole.
• Well, there are the monsters.
• What do we want to focus on?
• What happened at the time?
• There was no contact between them.
• You may recognize the name.
• It’s tiny, isn’t it?
• What are you working on?
• Are you blowing things up?
• Are we in trouble?
• Can I come in?
• Would you lend it to me?
• Is it a secret?
• What are you testing?
• It’s very rare.
• Who tracks these things?
• What’s making that sound?
• It happens every day.
• It’s too cold in here.
• What do the reports say?
• Is it a good theory?
• I want to tell you about my life.
• Can we get married tonight?
• It’s a good enough explanation.
• What are we hearing?
• That’s a little atypical.
• We are very slow.
• It was just a bright spot.
• What can cause suck explosions?
• Stop giggling!
• Is it hilarious enough?
• I have the best idea.
• Look, bubbles!
• Where did you hear that?
• Can you solve it?
• It’s just math.
• Where have you been to?
• Are you throwing rocks?
• He can’t stop talking.
• I love your left eye.
• I’m hearing what you’re saying.
• Maybe I could just change my name.
• One day I’ll run out of possibilities.
• Does that ever happen?
• Where do I place it?
• Help me disappear.
• We saw none of that.
• Did it fall off?
• Who was there to light it?
• Let’s have fun.
• Is it too random?
• I want to punch it.
• You are very specific.
• That’s the answer.
• Do you remember the number?
• I came for you now.
• Just say no.
• It’s a good mix.
• Cuddles are good.
• That’s exactly the problem.
• Is it a serious situation?
• It can be very loud.
• Where are the sources?
• Why would they lie about it?
• Can someone tell me?
• You can email me.
• Do you want to watch it?
• It’s a storm.
• What a waste of my time.

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