Hi! Hello! I thought this might be the best way to show love for my fellow fan fiction writers in the ML community on this the day of appreciation for such folks. I’ve posted about the majority of these authors before in a blog rec list, but I want to put out a formal review of each author and their fics because reviews are important. There are so many fic rec lists out already, but writer types NEVER tire of attention (trust me, I know) so here we go (in alphabetical order to keep things classy and neat):
A lovely university AU. I love the way she writes Adrien and Marinette’s rekindled friendship, it’s just so warm and comforting. There is drama and fluff and romance and it’s just such lovely story. Also, her description of high fashion clothing is just #writing goals 100%.
An exciting expanded magical world AU. This world that Thorn has created is just so rich and detailed and could easily stand on its own entirely. Adrien, Marinette and the whole crew drop so easily right into the middle of it and meld perfectly. Her OCs are beautifully developed characters and stand wonderfully on their own two feet, I could honestly read a whole book just following them. It’s full of action, angst, hilarity and Sin™.
An adorable art school AU where Adrien ends up as a nude model in Mari’s figure drawing class. Need I say more? Hilarity and adorable drawing sessions and art lessons ensue. This fic is pure and unaltered cotton candy and Reyxa does a wonderful job spinning it while throwing some Sin™ on top for good measure.
An extremely accurate theatre AU. The first, but not the only, Bully fic on the list. (Honestly I had to stop myself from putting them all down.) This short and sweet fic is hilarious and if you were/are a Theatre kid you will appreciate ever inch of it. Bully will capture you every time with her tongue –in-cheek humor and spot on characterization and this little fic is no exception.
A perfectly done Project Runway AU. Bee just does an absolutely phenomenal job translating the classic reality competition TV show format into the written word which is no small task. One of the things that impressed me most about this writing is that I could visualize every single scene perfectly. It is clearly and beautifully written and honestly made me fall deeper in love with the cast of ML.
The beginning of the end for me and ML fics. This fic took my ML fic virginity and I have never looked back. If there is one thing Taylor knows how to write its Sin™ and luckily for us she knows how to write more than that. I love, love Taylor’s descriptions of actions and the thoughts and feelings of characters while they’re in the middle of those actions. (I also have this fic to thank for plunging me into the depths of Taylor’s OC heaven. Seriously, the girl has an armory full of AMAZING OCs, go check them out.)
An exquisite tattoo/soul mate/flower shop AU. I just…I will never be able to stop talking about Matchaball’s writing. Her prose reads like poetry and in some spots like a song. It has rhythm and grace and leads you slowly and easily through the world she’s creating. It can be a hard feat to find an author who not only writes beautifully but also has the world building, plotting and characterizing skills. Matchaball has all of these and more. Reading her writing is just so lovely and relaxing. I just cannot get enough.
I think technically this would be a mating cycle AU? It doesn’t matter because it’s FANTASTIC and I am just so pumped to see where it goes. Written by the fantastic Kay, how could you go wrong? I will expand more on how much I love Kay’s writing in a bit, but I’ll just say I’m so pumped to see her write some sexier things because I know it will be done RIGHT. Jump on this train, it’s going places.
If you’d like to see Adrien embarrassed and stuttering for once, this is the fic for you. I cannot even begin with the level of cheese that Kay has going on in this fic, but it is just an amazing amount. If you’re lactose intolerant steer clear. This is a purely fun, purely hilarious fic and its just so much fun. If you need to smile, this is the place you need to be.
This fic is so hilarious it altered my state of mind and caused me to write the most ridiculous and off topic comments on each and every chapter. It got so bad that the author was forced to message me to ask me to stop. Then he followed me on Tumblr just to make sure I would leave him alone. He messages me occasionally to make sure I’m not going to comment on his fic again. Jokes on him. We live in a free country and I CAN DO WHAT—
Okay, here’s what I have to say for real. Anyone can pop open a word doc and start writing a shit post meme fic and throw it up on AO3 and call it a day. But it takes a true writer to do it WELL. Humor does not come easily and written humor is often times one of the hardest forms to nail. Phil nails it (HEH HEH) perfectly. His comedic timing is spot on and the sheer amount of pop culture references are just staggering and I’m sure I’ve missed about half of them. On top of that he stays true to character while exploring edges we’ve not seen (and definitely WILL NOT see) in the show. Okay, now I’m done.
An extremely delicious, definitely NSFW BDSM/friends with benefits/fake dating AU. This fic is just so much more than it’s AU. It goes so far beyond its BDSM theme and I was just not prepared for it when I dived in. What you might think you’re getting: crazy kinky sex everywhere all the time – What you’re actually getting: deep and meaningful character development, ANGST, FLUFF, lessons on safe and healthy sexual relationships, lessons on safe and healthy relationships in general, lessons on how NOT to pretend like you’re not in love with your partner. And all of it extremely well written. If you are not an Innocent Child you must go read this. It will save your soul and send it to hell in one fell swoop.
*DEEP BREATH* I am still not and never will be over this fic or Kay’s writing. It just cannot be done. Kay’s understanding of these characters and their world is so insanely in depth its mind boggling. She handles each and every one of them with such love that it takes my breath away. Nothing is done without out a cause and effect and everything is woven into an intricate web. I sometimes get so profoundly sad that this is not cannon because it’s just so authentic and accurate. I know I can’t really say that because we don’t know what will be “cannon” or authentic or accurate, but it just is. If you’re not reading SF or planning on reading it, you’re doing yourself a terrible disservice.
DOUBLE. FAKE. DATING. AU. Holy hell, how Sadrien even got through the fic summary without getting vertigo I have no clue. This fic delivers something that I think the fandom required. A fake dating square to walk hand in hand with our love square. It’s still early on, but I can already tell it will be filled with a bunch of hilarious situations and shenanigans. I’m just so excited and you should be too!
Who else but Bully would/could deliver unto us a beautifully written…Sugar Daddy AU? Just the mere fact that she fully has me believing this could really happen between Adrien and Marinette is the achievement of the year. This fic is in the early stages, but has such a promising beginning and will surely be a hilarious ride.
Oh man. The infamous TLATB. So, this is the third Bully Fic™ on my list and I could talk about how it’s the flagship sin fic and all that, but I’m not. I want to talk about how much I love Bully’s writing and how great of a writer she is, really, truly. As I said in my little blurb about Porte-Boner, humor is a truly hard thing to write and get across the right way. Bully does this flawlessly, every. single. time. But there’s more than that, when TLATB started to take an unplanned off-road detour to angst-ville, Bully managed to keep her readers right with her. Folks, that is an extremely hard thing to do, to keep your readers with you, no matter what crazy shit you do. To keep them believing and to not jolt them out of the narrative. That’s the main job of the writer, to kidnap their readers and keep the believing all the way through to the last page. Bully, you’re a great writer, I know you’re having a rough and unpleasant time right now, but keep your chin up. You’re great.
The premise of this fic is just so undeniably adorable and everything that follows is undeniably adorable as well. I just love how Sophie writes the dynamic between Chat and Mari. It’s so true to their characters and so adorable. HAVE I SAID ADORABLE ENOUGH. I’ve actually probably said it too many times for the amount of sin happening (and will be happening) in this fic. Sophie captures my attention with lovely turns of phrase she uses and wonderful character interactions. It’s such a great read and you should GO READ IT NOW. Also because Sophie is a sweet little dumpling.
Okay. So, um…it’s like really hard to get me to actually cry, like blubbering tears and unattractive hiccups crying, during movies/shows/books. I can count on one hand the amount of times a book or movie or show has made me cry. You Don’t Know Me has DESTROYED me. TWICE. While reading it. If you’re ready for a soul-crushing amount of angst Ferisae is your dealer. She delves deep, deep into Adrien’s character and pulls out everything that is sad and lonely and uses it to crush you in the best way. Even if you’re someone who actively avoids angsty fics (like me) you absolutely must give yourself the chance to read this. Just make sure you have a nice warm cup of something hot and a blanky and maybe some baby animal photos open in the next tab over.
Okay this got super long, whoops. Sorry not sorry because all these author’s deserve all the love.
Thank you to each and every one of these lovely people and every fic author out there. Y’all are truly amazing for the amount of time, work and love you put into your writing. It shows a true passion and even if writing isn’t what you want to do with your life full time, the passion you have can easily be transferred to any aspect of your life. Passion is fuel to live and live happily. Thank you for sharing your passion with us.
I am 20, Native American/Polish, and I just moved to Texas, I am in college at the moment and am a pre-med major. I have had pen pals before and have always had fun sending letters back and forth. I love watching tv (almost all shows dramas, action, reality tv,etc. But the x-files, broad city, and parks and rec are my absolute favorites) I also love to read (mainly fiction and YA novels, but honestly I’ll read anything) and I also love to run and play sports. I am a vegetarian (most of the time), I love all animals (dogs are my favorite, I have 4), and I have a weird love for stationary and notebooks/bullet journals/studying.
Preferences: someone close to my age (18-25), nice talkative people and per usual no racists, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, etc.
Short Profile: Preferred Nickname: Haylee Country/Region: USA, Texas Languages: English, French Preferred Writing Type: original Preferred Genre(s) to Write: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, YA Preferred Genre(s) to Read: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, YA. contemporary, classic, thriller Favorite Book(s) and Author(s): Anathem, Watership Down, Les Miserables, The Martian Chronicles, Jane Eyre, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Ray Bradbury, C.S. Lewis, Neil Gaiman, John Steinbeck, Neil Stephenson, Brandon Sanderson Favorite Music Genre(s)/Artists(s): Power Metal, Rock, Jazz, Classical, S/S Favorite Fandom(s): Movies: I don’t know. Disney ones? TV Shows: Doctor Who, The Expanse, anything Netflix+Marvel, New Girl Anime: Haven’t watched much since I was a kid. Fairy Tale’s pretty good. Used to love DBZ, Sailor Moon, Inuyasha…you know. Standard teenage girl animes of the 90s and 00s Comics: I’m not well-read in comics. I love Sandman and Marvel’s Oz series Video Games: OH GOD YES. Assassin’s Creed (2, Black Flag, & Rogue esp.), Borderlands, Dragon Age (all 3), Kingdom Hearts, Mass Effect (all 4), Persona, all run-of-the-mill Pokemon games, Portal 2, Starfox…lots of others probably Hobbies/interests other than writing: Extended Profile: Personality Zodiac Sign: —Does it match your personality? MBTI Type: INFP —Does it match your personality well? YERP Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert yo
Writing Habits Number/Names of WIPs: Two…ish Unearthed (working title, YA SciFi), and YA Urban Fantasy series, Machinations of Chaos (currently on hold) Favorite book about writing: On Writing Planner, Pantser or Plantser? Planner (used to be hardcore pantser, but I’ve repented, seen the light, and made a switch) Favorite Outlining Method: Old school note cards. Only digital ones Do you write on a schedule or sporadically? Schedule mostly Any creativity rituals that you use: Coffee..?
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Name : Samantha Nickname : Sam (Sammy) Birth Month : June Height : 5'5"-5'6" Ethnicity: European American (I’m stating the truth) Orientation : Polyamorous Pansexual Favourite Fruit : I mean- avocados tho I don’t have the money to buy them Favourite Season : Fall Currently Reading : My own works Favourite Flower : Get me a rose with multiple colors on it I love those, sunflowers Favourite Scent : the scent of baking Favourite Animal : Dik dik Favourite Beverage : Tea Average hours of sleep : ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Favourite Fictional Characters: Connor Murphy, Zoe Murphy, Cossette (if that’s how you spell her name), Link, Zelda, Texas (its fictional and now a character) Number of Blankets you sleep with : 5 :) Dream Trip : France/Japan Number of Followers : 213
I JUST HAD THE AWESOMEST IDEA EVER. Imagine a Western themed high fantasy, where the cowboys are wizards! Hear me out y’all. They’ve got ten gallon wizard hats and revolvers for wands and shotguns for staves. They wear belt buckles as amulets and fireball-proof work shirts, and their boots channel energy from the earth. They use tobacco for general purpose herbalist magic when they don’t need to be too specific with the symbology involved, and their lassos are used for makin magic circles! And HORSE FAMILIARS. Most ranch hands would be low level acolytes, and then you’d have the paladin sheriff with a tin star talisman. I’m talkin sorcerer outlaws. I’m talkin Mexican curanderos and Nahua jaguar priests, Chinese immigrant folk Tao practitioners, Appalachian druids and granny women, Central Texas German and Czech immigrants who practice Paracelsian alchemy and Bohemian shamanism, and black folks continuin/rediscoverin West African traditions!
A Civil War fought with not just guns and artillery, but also black magic. The story of a Lone Star Republic and State, given the nickname Monoaster. A young woman from Back East with a knack for creative uses of magic and dreams of becomin a famous outlaw. A werewolf ranch hand turned paladin/sheriff who just wants to bring peace and stability to his county so people’d leave him alone and he can finally take a nice, long nap, and maybe go fishin in the nearby creek every day. An itinerant preacher with Jesuit leanings seekin to reconcile magic, science, and religion. And somewhere in the Great and Holy State of Texas, a wizened old Ferdinand Lindheimer the Botanist roves the land, tradin lore and gossip with Native medicine men, lookin to discover and collect native plants; document their natures, descriptions, and uses; and kick demon, monster, and unsuspectin bandito ass.
He was coarse and obnoxious. A big, overbearing, profane, restless, ambitious Texan who pushed and prodded and wheeled and dealed his way from poverty in the Texas Hill Country to the most powerful office in the world.
She was soft-spoken and eloquent. A gentle, quiet, polite, and comforting presence for her father, her husband, her children, and her country. As the social fabric of the United States began to tear during her husband’s Administration, she found a way to literally beautify the nation.
On November 17, 1934, Lyndon Baines Johnson was a 26-year-old secretary to Congressman Richard M. Kleberg, the member of the U.S. House of Representatives from the 14th Congressional district of Texas. Johnson was a tall, gangly, anxious, antsy young man. So driven was Johnson that he made sure to personally answer every letter which arrived in Kleberg’s office – whether the Congressman deemed them important or not. Johnson had started his career as a teacher, but it was politics that he was drawn to and politics which he was obsessed with. Very few people truly knew Lyndon Johnson, but everyone who came in contact with him knew that he was somebody. Lyndon’s confidence in himself was never quite as high. Throughout his entire life, Johnson felt he needed to press on further and faster in order to prove himself.
On November 17, 1934, Claudia Alta Taylor was 21 years old. When she was born, Claudia’s nurse said “She’s as purty as a lady bird” and the nickname had stuck. Almost nobody called her “Claudia”, she would always be “Lady Bird” and it was a fitting name. Lady Bird’s mother died when she was just five years old and her beloved father, a wealthy man actively engaged in business, couldn’t provide all of the attention she must have hoped for. What he could provide for his lonely daughter was opportunity. Although she came of age in a time (during the Great Depression) and a place (southern Texas) where women rarely received a thorough education, Lady Bird was able to make the most of her intelligence and determination. Not only did she attend college, but Lady Bird graduated from the University of Texas with two bachelor’s degrees – one in history and one in journalism. Following her graduation, Lady Bird hoped to teach in an exotic locale such as Hawaii or Alaska, “But all that never happened because I met Lyndon.”
On the night of August 1, 1934, Lyndon and Lady Bird met for the first time, introduced by a mutual friend, Eugenia Boehringer Lasseter in Austin. Though their initial meeting was brief, Johnson asked Lady Bird if she would meet him for coffee the next morning and she agreed. Lady Bird nearly had a change of heart on the morning of August 2, 1934 and was close to leaving Johnson stood up on what was supposed to be their first date. That morning, Lady Bird was scheduled to meet with an architect in downtown Austin who the Taylor family had hired to remodel their mansion, the Brick House in Karnack, Texas. The architect’s office happened to be next door to Austin’s Driskill Hotel and Johnson – sitting alone inside the hotel’s coffee shop – spotted Lady Bird walking by. Johnson urged Lady Bird to join him and when she did, one of the more unique marriages and partnerships in American political history truly began.
Lyndon Johnson hated wasting time. His entire life seemed like a race against the clock. Most of the men on the Johnson side of his family tree had lived relatively short lives before dying of a heart ailment. Johnson always felt that he would not live long, and he often lived each day as if he were going to die that night. Whether it was in the jobs he worked prior to entering public service or in his political career, Johnson wanted results and answers, and he wanted them immediately. In his personal life, Lyndon Johnson was really no different.
As they enjoyed coffee and breakfast at the Driskill Hotel during their first date, Johnson peppered Lady Bird with dozens of questions and bombarded Lady Bird with his own feelings, goals, worries, and intentions. Lady Bird was a well-refined, polite young lady with impeccable social skills, so she must have been taken aback by Johnson’s unabashed energy and intensity. Yet, she was also captivated by Johnson’s passion. After breakfast, Lady Bird accepted an invitation to take a drive through the rural areas surrounding Austin. An early version of LBJ’s legendary “Johnson Treatment” persisted throughout their whirlwind afternoon together. By the time Lyndon dropped Lady Bird off – after spending just a few hours together and meeting her for the first time only 24 hours earlier – he had proposed marriage.
Lady Bird said no to his immediate proposal. Not only did she barely know Lyndon Johnson, but earlier that morning she had even considered skipping their coffee date. But while she declined Johnson’s marriage proposal, she didn’t deny her interest in him. Later, she would say of their first date that Lyndon “told me all sorts of things that I thought were extraordinarily direct for a first conversation…about how many years he had been teaching, his salary as a secretary to a Congressman, his ambitions, even about all the members of his family, and how much insurance he carried. It was as if he wanted to give me a complete picture of his life and of his capabilities." In truth, that’s exactly what Lyndon wanted to do. Although she turned down his proposal, Lyndon and Lady Bird spent several days together that week before Lyndon returned to Congressman Kleberg’s office in Washington. Johnson couldn’t leave her alone because he wanted "to keep her mind completely on me until the moment I had to leave for Washington." By the time Johnson went back to the Capitol, Lady Bird had met Johnson’s parents in Johnson City and Lyndon had met Lady Bird’s father in Karnack.
Lady Bird’s father, Thomas, was an old-fashioned Southern gentleman and Lady Bird was his youngest child and only daughter. A successful businessman and self-made man, Thomas Taylor didn’t seem like the type who would mix well with impatient, boorish Lyndon Johnson from the Hill Country. Lyndon himself was full of nervous energy as he and Lady Bird drove to Mr. Taylor’s Brick House mansion near the Texas/Louisiana border. He was worried about whether the wealthy Mr. Taylor would look down on the Johnson family’s hardscrabble roots and hoping to conduct himself in a way that would impress both Lady Bird and her father.
Thomas Taylor told his daughter exactly how he felt about Lyndon Johnson. After Taylor, Johnson, and Lady Bird had dinner at the Brick House, Mr. Taylor excused himself and asked to speak privately with his daughter. With Lyndon no doubt concerned in the other room, Mr. Taylor held nothing back. "Daughter,” he said, “you’ve been bringing home a lot of boys. But this time you’ve brought a man." Mr. Taylor adored Lyndon Johnson.
Scheduled to return to Washington, D.C. the very next day, Lyndon again proposed to Lady Bird that night. Once again, she turned down the idea of a quick marriage, but she encouraged him with a kiss before he started his long drive back to the nation’s capital. They had only known each other for a few days and she had declined two marriage proposals during that time, but Lady Bird "had a queer sort of moth-and-flame thing” she later said. “I knew I had met something remarkable, but I didn’t know quite what.”
Once Lyndon Johnson returned to Washington, he continued his pursuit of Lady Bird Taylor. If he didn’t talk to her on a long-distance telephone call from Congressman Kleberg’s office, Johnson wrote a letter to her every single day. Lyndon was always consumed by work – particularly answering the Congressman’s correspondence – but things had changed after his visit to Austin. Johnson would still work on the mail as soon as he arrived at the Capitol each morning, but before he did anything else he would find a quiet room and write his daily letter to Lady Bird. To his co-workers, it seemed that every conversation or event or issue would remind him in some way or another of Lady Bird. It was so unusual for Johnson to put so much focus on one of his own interpersonal relationships that the people he worked with at the time would distinctly remember the change in his ways even years later after he had been President of the United States.
Back in Texas, Lady Bird Taylor was having a similar experience. “I had never before considered myself a lonely person,” she later said. But she “had spent so much of my life by myself that I had gotten used to being alone." The whirlwind that was Lyndon Johnson made an immediate impact on her. "Lyndon came into my life and in one week’s time he had become so much a part of me that when he left, I felt his absence terribly. It was embarrassing to admit that so much could happen in such a short time. Here was this man I barely knew talking about marriage and I was seriously considering the idea.”
While Lyndon kept pressing the idea of marriage, Lady Bird’s heart agreed with Johnson while her mind told her that perhaps she should wait. She still barely knew the man, and being married to the secretary of a member of the United States House of Representatives wouldn’t have provided any woman with a sense of security. Lady Bird had inherited money from her mother’s estate and her father was a wealthy man, but she was unsure of how Lyndon might be able to support her. She was also unsure about being a political wife, telling Lyndon in one letter, “Oh, I know I haven’t any business – not any proprietary interest – but I would hate for you to go into politics.”
Lyndon was certain of two things that he wanted and needed in his life. One was politics and though he was just a Congressional secretary, he was also intensely studying how Congress worked and building a foundation and network of political contacts back in Texas with his voluminous correspondence from the office of Congressman Kleberg.
The other want and need was Lady Bird Taylor’s hand in marriage. On October 23, 1934, Johnson wrote Lady Bird a letter from Kleberg’s office that expressed both of those wants and needs. “This morning I’m ambitious, proud, energetic and very madly in love with you,” wrote Johnson. “I want to see people – want to walk thru’ the throngs – want to do things with a drive. If I had a box I would almost make a speech this minute. Plans, ideas, hopes – I’m bubbling over with them." The hope that bubbled most intensely was his dream to walk down the aisle with Lady Bird.
An overlooked aspect of Lyndon Johnson’s life and character is his sensitivity. In later years, that sensitivity was highlighted by insecurity and moodiness. In the autumn of 1934, that sensitivity allowed him to articulate his feelings to Lady Bird with astonishing clarity and demonstrated an impressive ability to recognize and express exactly what he was doing and why he was proposing marriage so quickly:
"I see something I know I want. I immediately exert efforts to get it. I do or I don’t, but I try and do my best. You see something you might want. You tear it to pieces in an effort to determine if you should want it. Then you wonder why you want it, and conclude that maybe the desire isn’t an ‘everlasting’ one and that the 'sane’ thing to do is to wait a year or so, and then if you still want it, to decide at that time whether or not you should make an effort to get it.”
At the beginning of November 1934, Lyndon Johnson couldn’t wait any longer. It was obvious to him that Lady Bird loved him, and he knew he loved her. Lady Bird was still turning down Lyndon every time he pleaded with her to marry him immediately. They had only known one another for about three months, but Lyndon forced the issue by pulling his Ford roadster into the long driveway at Lady Bird’s father’s mansion, the Brick House, in Karnack, Texas. “Let’s get married,” Lyndon said. “Not next year, after you’ve done over the house, but about two weeks from now, or right away. We either get married now or we never will And if you say goodbye to me, it just proves to me that you just don’t love me enough to dare to. And I just can’t bear to go on and keep wondering if it will ever happen."
Lady Bird was still torn and turned to her father for advice. "Bird,” said Mr. Taylor, the successful businessman who admired the guts and determination of Lady Bird’s suitor. “Some of the best deals are made in a hurry." Thomas Taylor’s words seemed to validate one of Lyndon Johnson’s frequent exhortations in his letters to Lady Bird, "Why must we wait…to begin to do the things we want to do forever and ever?”. On the evening of November 16, 1934, Lady Bird Taylor finally said, “Yes”, and agreed to become Mrs. Lyndon B. Johnson.
Just because Lady Bird agreed to marry him didn’t mean that Lyndon was satisfied. The very next day, November 17, 1934, the newly-engaged couple drove nearly 400 miles to San Antonio, Texas. Lyndon had a friend in San Antonio who owed his political career to Johnson. Dan Quill had been appointed postmaster in San Antonio after Johnson recommended his nomination to his boss, Congressman Richard Kleberg. Johnson knew it would be difficult to find someone who would agree to marry him and Lady Bird on such short notice, but Quill was determined to return the favor for Lyndon. As the couple drove to San Antonio from Karnack, Quill used his influence to acquire a marriage license for Lyndon and Lady Bird on almost no advance notice. More impressively, Quill was able to talk an Episcopalian priest into marrying a couple that the priest had never met and who had only been engaged to be married for a few hours.
With obvious reluctance because he had no prenuptial meetings with Lyndon and Lady Bird, the Reverend Arthur E. McKinistry nevertheless officiated a wedding on the evening of November 17, 1934 at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church in San Antonio. Quill served as Johnson’s best man, a surprised local friend of Lady Bird’s served as Maid of Honor, and there was just one other witness to the ceremony. When Reverend McKinistry asked for the rings, the wedding ceremony was paused as Quill ran across the street to Sears, Roebuck and brought back a selection of wedding bands for the couple to choose from. After paying $2.50 a piece for the temporary rings, Lyndon and Lady Bird placed them on each other’s fingers and were officially proclaimed husband and wife.
The Johnsons – lanky Lyndon in a perpetually rumpled business suit and petite Lady Bird in a basic lavender dress – celebrated their wedding with a dinner at a restaurant on the rooftop of St. Anthony’s Hotel two blocks south of the church. They spent their first night of marriage together at San Antonio’s Plaza Hotel. The next morning, the newlyweds drove to Corpus Christi and caught a train to Monterrey, Mexico for a brief honeymoon. One of the earliest pictures of the couple shows them standing in a boat while visiting the Floating Gardens of Xochimilco. For Lady Bird, the honeymoon was an eye-opener in many ways. A passionate lover and advocate of natural beauty and wildlife, Lady Bird was thrilled to explore the scenery and culture in Mexico. The honeymoon, however, also gave her an indication of the life she was beginning. Lyndon spent a significant amount of time talking about politics and itching to get back to Washington. As Lady Bird would later say, “I was a born sight-seer, but Lyndon was a born people-seer. He indulged me on that trip, but the truth is he wasn’t much intrigued." After Mexico, Lyndon and Lady Bird moved into a one-bedroom apartment in Washington, D.C., and their life together truly began.
It is impossible to do justice to the story of the relationship of Lyndon and Lady Bird Johnson in just a simple essay. It is worthy of (and has been the sole subject of) entire books. There are so many levels, so much depth, and such extraordinary complexity to their marriage that a definitive history requires thorough study and an ample commitment of time and space.
We do know that Lyndon Baines Johnson was not always the greatest husband. Just as apparent, however, is that Lady Bird Johnson was indeed one of the greatest, most influential, most loyal wives in American political history. As First Lady, she not only understood her position in her home, but recognized the opportunities that she had to serve her country. "The Constitution of the United States,” Lady Bird said, “does not mention the First Lady. She is elected by one man only. The statute books assign her no duties; and yet, when she gets the job, a podium is there if she cares to use it. I did."
Exceedingly capable, Lady Bird expanded the role of First Lady and marshaled all of her intelligence, ability, and beliefs in order to become a transformational activist in American life. Every First Lady since Lady Bird has played an influential role in the lives of Americans, and that’s not solely because of Lady Bird but mostly so. Whether it was her campaigns for environmental protection and conservation, beautification, her support for civil rights, or her advocacy for those suffering from poverty or social injustice, Lady Bird was a force for positive change.
It is her most important role, however, which is often overlooked. Lyndon Johnson was not easy to live with. His larger-than-life personality and overflowing ego was constantly engaged in a see-saw battle with insecurity, a lack of confidence, and an overpowering fear of failure. In every election that Johnson ever contested, there came a point where he was dominated by the thought that he would lose and all but decide to quit the race before Election Day. In almost every one of those elections (and he only lost one election in his long political career), LBJ fell seriously ill shortly before Election Day. Whether it was due to Johnson’s tendency to work himself to exhaustion or partly due to a psychosomatic condition is not completely clear, but Doris Kearns Goodwin would later write that "Personal rejection was so unbearable to Johnson, so mortally threatening, that withdrawal was necessary…Episodes of rejection, actual or apprehended, seem[ed] to cripple Johnson’s faculties and even, at times, interrupt his normal state of physical health and vitality.”
It was Lady Bird who could calm him in troubled times. While Lyndon Johnson is remembered as a political maestro, particularly in legislative politics, Lady Bird had great political intuition and knew how to handle Lyndon himself. LBJ could be cruel and coarse – not just to his colleagues and staff, but to Lady Bird. In a 1994 interview with The Washington Post, Lady Bird admitted as much. “Our was a compelling love,” she said. “Lyndon bullied me, coaxed me, at times even ridiculed me, but he made me more than I would have been. I offered him some peace and quiet, maybe a little judgment.”
That humility was not false humility; it was Lady Bird’s characteristically earnest belief. Yet, she arguably offered him more than he offered her. When he was sick, she helped care for him. When he was depressed, she helped make his life as easy as possible. She motivated him in a way that nothing else could – not even his intense drive to prove himself or ceaseless ambition for the power to help change things. If Lyndon Johnson was a hurricane – a force to be reckoned with, Lady Bird Johnson was the quiet breeze and warm sunshine which helped settle everything in the storm’s wake. I’m not sure Lyndon Johnson made Lady Bird more than she could have been, but I’m positive that Lady Bird helped LBJ become who he was.
In many of the books and interviews that I’ve read about the lives and times, accomplishments and failures of Lyndon and Lady Bird Johnson, I have frequently come across the word “anchor” to describe her influence on the 36th President of the United States. The intent of that description is to demonstrate how she helped LBJ remain grounded. It’s a positive label, but it’s not the word that comes to my mind when I think about their unique relationship.
Instead, the word that comes to my mind is a word that Lyndon Johnson probably heard many times when he was just out of college and teaching at a small school for impoverished Mexican children in Cotulla, Texas. The word is “brújula” and it is the Spanish word for “compass”. Lady Bird wasn’t Lyndon’s anchor. She was his “brújula” – the compass which helped him find his way.
Lyndon Baines Johnson could never stay in one place, so an anchor wasn’t what he needed. LBJ was always on the move, always going somewhere. Perhaps that’s why he knew he needed Lady Bird before she realized how she felt about him. He recognized what she could be for him, and he couldn’t let her get away. For Lyndon, in a life full of historic accomplishments, it might have been his best decision. Until the day he Lyndon Johnson died in January 1973, whenever he was lost, whenever he was disoriented, whenever he found himself wondering where he was, where he was going, and if he could go on, there was Lady Bird – his brújula, his loving compass, his most important adviser, his closest friend, his indispensable partner – to guide him on his way.
Non-fiction: Texas Death Row, Cruel Sacrifice, Fair Game, Lethal Intent, Conversations with a Killer, America’s Death Penalty, Bully, Until You Are Dead, Serial Killers: The Method and Madness of Monsters, Death Work, Practical Homicide Investigation, Without Conscience, Fred and Rose, Natural Born Celebrities: Serial Killers in American Culture, The Night Stalker, The Science of Evil, Devil’s Knot, Tent Number Eight, Encyclopaedia of Murder and Violent Crime and Lost Girls: An Unsolved American Mystery, House of Evil.
Fiction: Lolita, 1984, Gone Girl, Justine (Marquis de Sade), Animal Farm, The Bell Jar, We Need to talk about Kevin, The Collector, 120 Days of Sodom, Justine, The Virgin Suicides, The Rules of Attraction, The Catcher in the Rye, Ada or Ardor, The Beach, Veronika Decides to Die, Flowers in the Attic, To Kill a Mockingbird.
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Non fiction: Texas Death Row, Serial Killers: The Method and Madness of Monsters, Deadly Intent, Bully, The Night Stalker, Until You Are Dead, Dead Men Walking, Killing for Company, Nazi Doctors from Hell, Cannibal Killers, I Monster, The Killer Book of Cold Cases, America’s Death Penalty, Death Work, Devils Knot, Without Conscience: The Deadly World of the Psychopaths Among Us, Practical Homicide Investigation, Conversations with a Killer, The Executioner’s Song, Fred and Rose, When Kids Kill, Prozac Nation.
Fiction: 1984, Lolita, The Bell Jar, Animal Farm, The Catcher in the Rye, The Beach, Justine, We Need to Talk about Kevin, Gone Girl, Flowers in the Attic, Girl Interrupted, The End of Alice, The Rules of Attraction, The Collector, 120 Days of Sodom, A Long Way Down, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Perks of being a Wallflower.
So this dude sucked Shawn into a cult, and now he’s “escorted” Shawn to the hospital where Mr. Turner is critically injured after a motorcycle wreck. The cult leader guy is SUCH an asshole and Alan is pisssssssed off. Rightfully so, at least in terms of how the episode presents it.
Check out how Amy doesn’t say “No Alan! Don’t do it! It’s wrong!” or anything like that. She says, “He’d love a lawsuit…”
I’m just saying, I kiiiiiinda don’t think Jacobs intends for people to see the “Texas” side of Lucas as some invading demon that needs to be exorcised…