I Think The Sharpes' China Is Diagetically Davenport Imari 2614 And Not Royal Crown Derby Imari 2451 And Here's Why
the earliest examples of the RCD pattern I've seen are early 1900s, though apparently they started making it in 1887. seems unlikely that the adult siblings could afford a new, large china set
but. look at what Davenport was doing as early as 1870:
It's the same. Pattern.
I know this pattern. I have spent a truly deranged amount of time staring at this pattern. I have a whole-ass tea set in this pattern approx. three yards from me in a glass-fronted cabinet at this very moment. and this is the exact same pattern, but being made (it seems to me) at least 17 years before RCD started doing it. oh, and Davenport closed its doors in 1887- the same year the RCD Imari 2451 apparently hit the market
the movie props are RCD, to be sure. I know this because I have one- a cup and saucer set from Cynthia Finlay's Antiques in Toronto, who rented the china out to the CPeak production team. but I believe that, in-story, it's actually the Davenport
thank you for coming to my "Marzi, go to bed" TED Talk
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Ship: Mike/Pete Nelson
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Description: Safeship September Day 7: Naps/cuddling (from that other prompt list. i don't do AUs for my self ships usually).
It was all fuzzy and confusing but Mike had the vaguest sense they were being watched as they opened their eyes. What had they been dreaming about? Something to do with someone they hadn’t seen in years…
Their vision cleared and their mind began to take in their surroundings. Mike’s body jumped as they met eyes with the person in front of them. Their still tired mind didn’t process who it was until he spoke.
His eyes glittered under the lights of the midway and his soft lips were turned into a grin. “This isn’t a very good place to sleep.”
It was only Pete.
“Tired,” they mumbled. “It’s been a long day.”
He nodded gently. “Sure has.”
“How long have you been standing there?” Mike asked.
He rubbed the spot under his lip. “Oh, a couple minutes.”
“You were watching me.”
His loving grin morphed into his teasing one. “You’re real pretty when you’re sleepin’. I might’ve just carried you away.”
“Flirting hours are over,” Mike said sleepily.
Pete made a motion, as if to walk away, “I’ll come back later.”
Mike’s eyes fluttered closed again.
He tapped them gently on the shoulder. “Hey, come on, you can’t sleep here.”
“Why not?” Mike mumbled.
“Something bad might happen to you,” Pete said. “Or at least you’ll get a nasty crick in the neck” — He extended his hand — “Come on to bed.”
Mike’s eyes stayed closed and they drifted off to sleep.
“Alright, honey,” Pete said. “You leave me no choice.”
Mike woke up with a start to find themselves looking at the ground. There was an arm around their waist and a hand on the back of their thighs to steady them.
Mike shut their eyes. “Pete, put me down.”
“Not until we get to a bed.”
“You’re going to drop me.”
Pete laughed. “I’m not gonna drop you.”
Mike clung to the back of Pete’s polo, pulling it out of his slacks. His lower back hit the cool late summer air.
“That’s one way to take my shirt off.”
“Shut up.”
Pete carried Mike securely (Mike panicking all the way) until they reached his trailer, where his bed was. He put them down as gently as he could from the position they were in.
“I’m going to take off your shoes,” he said. He reached down to their sneakers and untied the lace. He took that shoe off and did the same to the other shoe. “Now, the socks.”
His fingers tickled Mike’s feet a little as he removed their socks.
Mike’s eyes fluttered open and closed as he did so. Sleep was threatening to take them away again.
“We have to do something about this,” he said, gesturing to their work jumpsuit. Mike sleepily nodded.
He unzipped the jumpsuit from the front and shimmied it off. Mike was left in a white t-shirt (part of the required work clothes) and their underwear.
“Comfy?” he asked them.
“Mmm hmm,” Mike murmured. “But something’s missing.”
“What’s that?”
“About 6 feet tall. Brown hair. Answers to Pete-Nut.”
Pete chuckled. “I’ll be right there.”
Mike drifted off just as Pete took off his polo. His slacks went after, and he changed into his pajamas.
He smiled at his sleeping partner. He tiptoed over to the bed and slipped in next to them, pulling their head into his chest. He took a deep breath, savoring their scent. Sawdust (from the ground of the big top), cucumber scented soap, and a hint of the floral perfume they liked to wear. And a bit of sweat. Pete didn’t mind the sweat.
He gently ran his fingers through their waves. His eyes started to get droopy as he watched the rise and fall of their chest.
He kissed their forehead gently. “Sleep tight. I love you.”
His eyes drifted shut and he fell asleep.
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The Sutton Hoo Helmet's exceptional survival and haunting appearance have made it an icon of the early medieval period.
From Sutton Hoo, Ship-burial Mound 1, England. Late 500s to early 600 CE. The British Museum, London.
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