Ms. Possible: Boys, what have a told you about rocket fuel in the house,
Reminds me of this shit.
Hugh: Son, let me tell you a little about rockets. They’re big people things, son, and you can’t just going around playing with big-people, fiery, flying things, because that’s what rockets are. Rockets are flying things!Well, I hope this talk has helped.
Oh and by the way, mom says you’re grounded. Sorry!
There are some ships out there that are so amazing, so inspiring, so touching that you can hardly believe they are real. Steutron is on of those ships. You may not have realized you needed this in your life, but you did.
There once was a man who had lived through the ages. He had been a builder, an artisan, a healer, a priest, a prophet, a warrior, and a sorcerer. At times he had been a slave. At others he was a tyrant. Magic fell and technology reigned, and then magic rose again, and still he persevered, ancient like the sand itself, driven through the years by his obsession for a perfect world.
Langston Hughes flanked by Zora Neale Hurston (right) and Jessie Redmon Fauset in at the grave of Booker T. Washington at Tuskegee Institute in 1927. Mr. Hughes and Ms. Hurston ran into Ms. Fauset, who was invited to speak at a Wednesday speakers series at Tuskegee and together, they made the trip to Mr. Washington’s grave site. It was also during this trip that Mr. Hughes and Ms. Hurston discussed the possibility of doing a certain folk opera together. Photo: Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, New York Public Library.
Thomas stifled a yawn as he descended the many flights of stairs leading down into the servants hall. It was half past midnight and he had just finished helping serve the final round of drinks to the men in the billard room. He was rather tired and had hoped to go straight to bed as they had another busy day a head of them with all the family there to celebrate Lady Mary’s birthday. He unbuttoned his serving glove as his feet touched the cobble stone at the bottom of the stair, humming a soft run under his breath as he went towards the men’s quarters. “Ah, Thomas. There you are!” The under butler haunted in his stride, the deep booming voice behind him caused his heart to race. “Mr. Carson..” He turned, a thin smile on his lips. “How may I be of service?” He asked kindly, or as kindly as he could muster given how tired he was and that the older man scsded him a bit. “Mrs. Hughes would like to see you in her sitting room.” The older man replied icily. “Now, Mr. Carson? It’s nearly-” Thomas was puzzled as to why Mrs. Hughes of all people would want to speak to him. “I know perfectly well what time it is- and Yes, Mr. Barrow, this instant! I can’t imagine what you’ve done now but I can only imagine it will lead to your dismissal if it is what I think it is..” Mr. Carson gave him a firm look in the eye before turned on his heel and leaving the young under butler in the middle of the dark servants hall alone to ponder what had just occurred. Thomas was shaken, the way Mr. Carson looked at him you’d have thought he’d done something to one of the female staff, and he had not, that he was certain of. He didn’t even fancy girls, but that was something he could never share. He wondered the whole way to Mrs. Hughes sitting room what this was about- he’d been trying to turn a new leaf lately. “Mrs Hughes? It’s Mr. Barrow. You wanted to see me?” He asked, knocking lightly before pushing open the door to see Mrs Hughes and Ms Baxter sitting on either side of her little sitting table.
Eventually Roy approaches Izumi, asking her a favor on behalf of the military. Agreeing to the favor she opens her school to the public and in a much larger building. Becoming head mistress of the academy of alchemy she makes sure to do a course on the dangers of human transmutation and other dangers. Roy as the ruler of Amestris, funds it with the people’s taxes and make it the first public school to teach alchemy and alkahestry. Sheska works as a teacher and so does Mei, Fuery and Ms. Hughes
I mean she literally puts every one in the world before her!
Becky Hughes, Mrs Hughes has for almost all her years as housekeeper has spent every penny on her sister! When her mother died we could imagine her being heartbroken but she gathered the courage because she had a sister to provide for, so swallowing her grief Mrs Hughes fights along putting her sister before her self.
the Bates’s, yeah let’s not even go their.
Mr Carson. She has given up her nights just to care for him through his battle with the Spanish flew, throwing away nights of sleep just to care for him. Every time he turns a round, Mrs Hughes is always there to steady him. She has helped him to overcome a broken heart, not to embarrass himself, overcome illness and come out from behind the thick Butler must. There is no end to what she has done for him.
Ethel. After warnings and more warnings this girl does not listen and comes crawling back to Mrs Hughes who finds it in her heart to Help the girl almost risking her position as housekeeper by providing the girl with what she needs, again putting someone in front of her self.
She has helped Tom overcome the death of Sybil
She has helped Thomas
All the Crawleys
And in London at her busiest time she still finds time to visit the Scottish church to thank the lord while also helping Russian refugees when she her self has not much.
This woman is just amazing! Choose kindness, be like Elsie Hughes, the worlds most kindest person. Let’s all be like Mrs Hughes!
Been trying to practice realistic portraits lately, so of course reference used. While I was streaming it people were like “needs happy trees” so there Hugh is, in the wilderness like the cover of some romance novel.
Posting because I will probably never finish it but I worked hard on it.