such a handsome fellow

2

Wesley: “I declare a toast - to new beginnings!”

Christian raises his coffee cup and clinks it against Wesley’s, offering him a sly and flirtatious smile. Yes, he is looking forward to having this handsome young fellow as his roomate.

Christian: “I have to get some work done. Why don’t you try and get some decent sleep, and I’ll see you at dinner a bit later on this evening?”

3

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.

Octopus Emoji Review

very shiny !! she is incredibly shy and her appearance is off-putting, but she is very friendly and trying her best, 10/10

a silly boy!! loves to party and is an excellent dancer, 10/10

calm and kind, probably a librarian, loves kids and likes to stay indoors on friday nights, mild but wonderful nonetheless! 10/10

pink!! so pretty!! a little bit odd and lumpy looking, but a wonderful friend, 10/10

very small, very quiet, makes people uncomfortable but tries to be better about participating in conversations, actually quite funny and charming once you get to know them! 10/10

a blue gal!!!! she loves punk aesthetic and breaking away from the norm, and is very friendly and sweet, 10/10

very handsome and cute!!! a detailed and realistic yet simple fellow!! very curious about the world and loves learning!!! 10/10 an absolute treasure

another cool colored octopus!! a bit spindly, but helpful and agreeable, 10/10

chubby and cute, a little dead inside, but has a lot of personality and is very loyal to their friends! 10/10

scary at first glance, but very happy to see you! look, he’s waving! hello! 10/10

look at that smile!!! she likes bubblegum and flowers, and is great at pep talks, 10/10

noot noot 10/10

hc that james and lily get so good at loving each other that they actually don’t know how to be with anyone else:

  • say that. like. at some point after they’ve left school. they get in a real big fight over something stupid
  • ‘REGULAR DIGESTIVES ARE NOT BETTER THAN THE CHOCOLATE COATED ONES’ ‘YES THEY ARE, JAMES’
  • and somehow they end up at the conclusion that they need to take a break
  • ‘well, do you want to date other people’ ‘sure’ ‘no problem’ ‘fine’ ‘cool’ ‘awesome’
  • and five minutes later james is despairing into a bottle of firewhiskey and sirius is telling him that he’s an idiot
  • and lily is over at marlene’s and she can’t seem to stop repeating the words ‘what the fuck. what the f’
  • basically they both work themselves into a stupor and end up spending several nights at bars and clubs trying to get themselves a date
  • sirius takes james to one and sits in the back with his head in his hands because james has completely lost it
  • he has to keep ushering girls away from himself to concentrate on what james is saying
  • and it’s a whole lot of ‘uhh do you like…quidditch? ‘quidditch.’ ‘i like quidditch.’ ‘have you ever played quidditch before?’ ‘these bar crackles are stale’
  • and all he can think about is how this girl isn’t lily and how she’s totally different and doesn’t hold herself in the same way and doesn’t look like her or sound like her and he doesn’t like it
  • but the girl doesn’t mind bc this james potting fellow is handsome af
  • they end up making out in the back of the bar for two hours
  • and james doesn’t mind
  • but like
  • it’s not the same
  • and he forgets
  • he forgets how to do this
  • he forgets that only lily likes it when he bites slightly on the underside of her jaw or loosens his grip around her waist or rests his cheek against hers’
  • he forgets that only lily likes muggle tv shows and shitty romance novels and fresh daisies and he makes assumptions
  • and he doesn’t know what to do
  • and it’s not the same
  • across town lily has been dragged to several shitty cafes and groups and classes and she hates it
  • the only good thing abt it is that there are so many cute girls at the baking sessions and the movie nights but they’re all straight and lily ends up a disgruntled mess with red cheeks and marlene and mary end up looking at each other like ‘this is a fucking stupid idea’
  • but then at this one little village shop she meets this lanky boy who wears tweed blazers and has spiky, caramel coloured hair and sea-green eyes who introduces himself as seth
  • and she’s taken aback bc he’s cute and he’s nice and he likes books
  • he takes her out and she has dinner with him and he’s a little awkward and endearing
  • but he’s not as capable as james
  • his hands don’t quite fit around her the way james’s do
  • and lily forgets
  • she forgets that only james likes the smell of the extra-soft washing powder and he listens to the bee-jees when he thinks she isn’t watching and he’s scared of learning how to drive a manual
  • she forgets that he likes it when she straddles his hips and bops her nose against his and presses kisses along his jawline
  • she forgets
  • and it’s not the same
  • and basically neither of them last more than a two months and it takes all of their strength and self-preservation bc they’re both stubborn and childish af
  • but then there’s a cutesy dinner party that mary and marlene host completely inconspicuously and very subtly forget to mention to either james or lily that the other will be there and so james wears his shirtsleeves rolled up with dress pants and forgets to muss his hair and wears the same aftershave he always does and lily has her hair soft and wears a dress where the cotton is fraying slightly and paints her lips red
  • and she walks in from the kitchen
  • and he walks in from the front door
  • and there are fairy lights strung all across the living room and mary is playing swanky jazz and the fire is going and sirius is making several crude and unnecessary remarks
  • and they stop
  • and lily has to turn away for a second
  • the dinner is stunted and quiet and brash
  • the food is nice and the conversation is stilted but james can’t quite stop looking at lily and lily can’t quite stop giving sideways glances at james and biting her lip
  • she ends up standing in front of the fire, just looking into the flames
  • and he musters up all the courage he has and goes to stand beside her
  • and instead of saying something measured and meaningful all that comes out is ‘you have lipstick on your teeth’
  • and lily looks at him completely shocked and her eyes widen and then she starts laughing
  • ‘james what the fuck i haven’t seen you in two months and the first thing you say to me is you have lipstick on your teeth’
  • and he starts smiling
  • but the moment splinters and breaks
  • and lily looks at him with the most strained and heartbroken expression
  • they look at each other for a full thirty seconds before they walk silently down the hall and into the broom closet outside the kitchen
  • she switches the light on and he locks the door and she starts pacing and he sits down on an upturned box and she bursts out with ‘ok. ok. i can’t do this anymore.’
  • and he looks up at her with something really harsh and unrestrained in his eyes and says ‘thank fuck’
  • and then he’s kissing her
  • and it’s all tongue and teeth and messy and yet completely the way it was meant to be because they fit
  • his hands fit perfectly around her waist and her legs end up straddling his hips and he manages to sneak in kisses around her neck and she loops her hands around his shoulders and presses her lips to his jawline and they fit
  • they work
  • and by the time they stumble
  • stumble
  • out of the closet
  • and everyone’s in the living room looking at them and smiling quietly
  • and lily’s hair is disheveled and james’s shirt isn’t buttoned properly and she’s flushed and now james is the one with lipstick on his teeth
  • and then sirius says ‘i think that went rather well, if you ask me’
  • and lily laughs and james calls sirius a fuckface
  • ‘well, it worked, didn’t it?’
  • james and lily leave holding hands and drive home together
  • and the night is dark outside and lit by the street lights and the beatles are playing softly on the radio
  • and neither of them can stop smiling
  • ‘ok but chocolate covered digestives really are better than regular ones’
  • ‘oh for fUCKS SAKE JAMES’
  • *Kravitz gets worked up and turns kind of skeleton-y*
  • Taako: I will say that if you wanted to lure me in there you should've stayed handsome, my fellow!
  • Magnus: That is an EXCELLENT point! You're lookin' spooky scary!
  • Kravitz: Listen-
  • Taako: People were all ready to write slash fiction between you and me and then you turned all skeletor!
  • Magnus: A whole bunch of artists just like had to erase half of the portrait they had done!
  • Taako: Right! Piggy back rides...
  • Merle: Taakitz, we'd call it Taakitz! That would be the shipper name.
  • Taako: That's good.
  • Kravitz: That's enough!
  • Magnus: That IS good.
Then Ask Me. (Sebastian Smythe Imagine)

Request: Hiiii! Could I please request a Sebastian Smythe x Reader where someone is flirting with y/n and Sebastian gets jealous?? Lots of fluff, please! Thanks!

I haven’t written a Sebastian Smythe imagine is so long… Please bare with me if this isn’t up to par with some of my older work. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by the-flash-world

Although he thought his jealousy was undetectable, Sebastian clenched his jaw, letting it be known to those who paid attention to detail. He watched as you laugh at something Kurt had said at the Glee Club party that Blaine invited him to, as a sign of good friendship. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on you. You were performing with the Glee Club and he was instantly taken, but he didn’t act on it for he was confused about his feelings. 

But seeing you again, after asking for a sign from the heavens above, he knew that he had this second chance. But before he could even swoop you into a conversation, Sam and Kurt decided to crowd you. Sebastian knew that Kurt posed no threat, whatsoever, but it was Sam that worried him. Blonde, tall, handsome, he was sure that you were taken with him already. 

Sebastian didn’t know that Sam didn’t catch your eye. You knew of Sebastian Smythe, notorious for attempting to ruin the Glee Club before you joined. You didn’t know that he was the most handsome fellow that you’ll ever put your eyes on. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw, from the corner of your eye, that he was making his way over. But Kurt and Sam interrupted your fairytale moment. 

Then Artie wheeled in. “Hey, (Y/N).” Artie waved. “You did really great at rehearsals today. You should’ve tried out for the lead in the musical.” 

You blushed at the compliment and muttered a quiet thank you. Sebastian, who was out of earshot, quickly noticed your bashfulness and steam fumed from his ears. Artie, of all the guys in your club, was the one that you were interested in? He decided to situate himself closer so that he could listen into your conversation.

“No, seriously, (Y/N). Rachel’s voice is something we’ve heard time and time again. You have an amazing voice. You should fight Rachel for the role with a Diva Off.” Artie rambled on.

Sam and Kurt both agreed saying that you can definitely dethrone the Rachel Berry. You shrugged, “I mean, I’m not Rachel ready to perform. She’s always on-key and she’s a great dancer.” Kurt snorted at your compliment. 

“You, my friend, are too kind. That’s probably why you’ve never been slushied.” Kurt laughed. You offered a small smile. 

“It’s either you’re too nice or you’re too hot.” Sam said, bluntly. Sebastian rolled his eyes. “My vote is you’re too hot.” Your expression contorted itself to a uneasy look. You’ve gotten ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ as compliments, and those were appropriate words… But the term ‘hot’ just made you roll your shoulders back to suggest for him to not say that. 

“If you want vocal lessons, I can totally help. Not that you need it, your hot and your voice is amazing.” You bit your lip, not finding the correct words to tell them to stop. “You can go to my house and-”

He squeezed himself into your small circle and blurted out. “She can’t. She has vocal lessons with me.” You gave Sebastian a strange look, making him wink- almost inaudibly encouraging you to play along. “Why do you think her voice is so beautiful? Like she is.” 

“Really, Sebastian, (Y/N)?” All three of them asked. 

You nodded. “Hey, (Y/N), can I talk to you about our scheduling. I have lacrosse practice on our usual days this week.” Sebastian said, cocking his head to the side, telling you to follow him that way. You got up and said your goodbyes. “I’m sorry I butted in like that. I saw how uncomfortable you looked when they were calling you hot….” 

“You didn’t have to save me. You aren’t the Flash or anything.” You laughed. 

“I was actually going to call you my girlfriend, but I thought that since we don’t know each other for that long, it wouldn’t be as convincing. So I thought that I’d say I was your tutor for singing, not that you need it. But um-” 

“You talk a mile a minute.” You laughed. A comfortable silence fell upon you two. “Was there something you wanted to ask me?”

“I was going to ask you out on a date… But I think I’ve already blew my chances. Good night, (Y/N).” Sebastian nodded, embarrassed at his rambling. 

He started to walk off but you grabbed his arm. “Then Ask Me.” You whispered. 

One man tents aren’t meant for sharing

I wanted to write bed sharing. So I did. 

Smut ahoy.

3k words-ish


One man tents aren’t meant for sharing. Neither are sleeping bags. Too bad they don’t have any choice…


On FF.NET and AO3


Killian Jones’ rather bony elbow dug into Emma’s back. Wincing, she scowled then retaliated by shoving her icy cold right foot backwards until it was wedged between his bare legs, causing him to mutter profanities under his breath.

Today was such a fucking mess. She was cold, tired and mentally drained from an afternoon of drudging through the forest with… him .

“Swan…” he groaned, the low timbre of his voice cutting right through her body making her gut clench.

“Keep your arms to yourself, buddy,” she snapped, her frown growing deeper.

“Gladly,” he quipped, flopping dramatically onto his stomach. The extra-large sleeping bag that housed the pair lurched in his direction, spinning her onto her back and somehow wedging her arm beneath him.

“Urgh!” she cried, tugging herself free, thanking God and all the stars that the man was at least wearing an undershirt.

He turned his head. Though it was late, it was summer and the night sky still provided enough illumination to see his expression: a smug grin combined with raised eyebrows.

Keep reading

Handsome fellow!
Cooter’s looking quite dapper these days, he didn’t get a full season due to circumstances but I’ve been feeding him his bunnies and rats that were bagged earlier in the season. I’m on the fence about releasing or keeping him, I don’t want to short change him and keep him if I can’t devote enough time to hunt him frequently next season. Plus it’s about time for him to look for a lady friend! We’ll see what the future holds:>

New Girl - One

“Okay, fourth floor.” I folded the small slip of paper and put it into my back pocket, pressing the four when I stepped into the elevator. I wonder what these girls were like – the place seemed clean, they seemed like they were my age. Of course, their age was listed, but it also didn’t sound like they were lying or that there was a possibility that they were predators. I hadn’t even thought of that – I subconsciously rubbed my hands against my jeans, not noticing them become sweaty.

I almost missed my stop, the elevator doors almost closing after being left open in my daze. I saw the red printed four on top of the door, I took a deep breath before stepping out. I looked to my left and saw 4C, then looked to my right – 4D. The doors behind me closed while I prepped myself, breathing in and out slowly as I made my way to apartment 4D.

I raised my fist and knocked once, cursing under my breath as I realized how lightly it sounded, sounding more like a toddler’s tap. I straightened my posture and cleared my throat, raising my fist more confidently as I knocked loudly three times. You’re fine. You’re fine. They’re just girls. They’re just three other girls your age-.

“Hello?” My thoughts were cut off by a deep, foreign accent. I looked up to see a blonde boy standing in front of me, his blue eyes showing confusion as he scanned my appearance. “Can I help you?”

“Uh,” I glanced at the number on the door again: 4D. “Is this the apartment that posted about a new roommate?” Before blue-eyes could answer, another head appeared next to him.

“New roommate? New woman roommate? Yes, hello. This is the apartment with the ad. I’m Jacob. This handsome young fellow is Harrison. Come in, come in.” I smiled slightly, relieved that seemed to be close to my age – and they seemed normal… enough.

Keep reading

  • Eddie: [returns to HQ]
  • Ozzie: [is waiting]
  • Ozzie: [probably spent hours practicing how to stand and what to say]
  • Ozzie: Hello old friend
  • Eddie: [assuming he is hallucination!Ozzie] Hi Oswald
  • Ozzie: ...
  • Ozzie: That's... all you have to say?
  • Eddie: [spreading out papers on a table in preparation of his next scheme] I'm rather busy right now so if you don't mind...
  • Hallucination!Ozzie: [appears at Eddie's shoulder]
  • Hallucination!Ozzie: Well he sure is a handsome fellow don't you think?
  • Eddie: [growing impatient] Oswald, I told you, I'm bus- [looks up and sees two Oswalds in the room]
  • Eddie: [looks slowly from one to the other]
  • Eddie: ...wait