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baileys-3 · 5 months

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Chapter 3 of "The Secret Dating Era' is now online.

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Follow the link for more.

Sneak peak from the beginning of the chapter:

"I'm sorry. No end-of-shift time off on my watch."

"When does Sergeant Grey get back?"

He slumps back in his chair. At least he can still rely on his gaze. Because Officer Scowen decides to retreat. Some things were just an imposition. It's not his problem if her son downloaded a computer virus and now, she must go to the electronics store. Let her do it on her day off. Or teach her son not to open attachments in emails from unknown senders.

With an "Okay," Scowen leaves. Finally.

So back to the file in front of him, which he has been trying unsuccessfully to read for twenty minutes. Don't people actually have a job to do? And it certainly doesn't consist of torturing the Watch Commander with trivia all the time.

When he hears Sanford's voice, he wishes Scowen and her problems back. The day has certainly just hit rock bottom.

"Heard you were in the big office today." Is that guy always grinning that stupidly?

"Yeah, just, uh, keeping it warm for Grey." He tries not to let on and is proud of himself for even managing a fake smile. "Something I can help you with?"

Sandford looks to the side for a moment and takes a breath.

"I was hoping I’d get your opinion."

Oh dear. His opinion. This can't be good. Because there's only one thing that connects him to Sandford. And that's Lucy. And if there's one thing he doesn't want to think about, it's Lucy and Sandford combined. Well, he wants to think about Lucy. No, he thinks about Lucy almost every minute. But he doesn't want to think about Lucy in the context of Stanford. That always comes along with a certain nausea. Automatically he sits up a little straighter in his chair. Braces himself for what is to come.

"Lucy and I have been looking at houses to buy."

Oh fuck. Nodding is good. Come on Tim, just nod. And smile. He guesses he looks pretty dumb right now.

"Yeah, she, uh … she mentioned something about that."

He hears his own voice. Was this one just an octave higher? Whoa. Yes. Mentioned. That's one way of putting it. He sees that Chris suddenly has his mobile in his hand. No, he won't ….

"You know her taste. Is this worth showing her?"

… he will

#archive of our own #chenford #chenford fanfic #lucy chen #the rookie #tim bradford #tim bradford x lucy chen #chenford fic #tim x lucy #chenfordsource #ao3 #ao3 link #secret dating era

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reareaotaku · 2 years

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Masterlist I

Updated: September 13, 2023 [Completed] !Masterlist II Here!

Bnha

A Beautiful Tail Dead Man Running Pt1, Pt2, Pt3 What It's Like To Be A Dad Hate Kind of Love Yandere Shoto Todoroki Headcanons Trying to Breakup [Deku, Bakugou, Shoto] Man-Eating Bird Male! Toga

Voltron

I Don't Hate You

Swat Kats

A Pretty Kat Chance Furlong Headcanons

SVTFOE

A Sick Love

Sailor Moon

Escape The Squad

Kim Possible

Maybe We Need A Break

Hansel & Gretel

A Look into the Dark Fairy Tales Pt1, Pt2, Pt3

Lego Ninjago

The Green/Gold Ninja

Scooby Doo

Yandere Daphne Blake Yandere Scooby Doo

Own Characters

Are You The Villain Harry the Lawyer Priest Son Yandere Loser

Thunder Cats

You're a Prince? Fuck-

Charlie Brown

What an Annoyance Aged Up! Schroeder [Peanuts] Headcanons

Monster High

Yandere! Porter "Paintergeist" Geiss Headcanons Yandere! Cleo De Nile

Euphoria

Yandere! Nate Jacobs

Red Shoes & The Seven Dwarfs

Yandere! Prince Merlin Headcanons

Ben 10

Keep My Girlfriend's Name Out Of Your Mouth

Invincible

Yandere! Mark Grayson [Invincible] Headcanons

Big Mouth/Human Resources

Yandere! Pete Headcanons Loving You So [Connie]

Skip Beat

Yandere! Ren Tsuruga Headcanons

Lolirock

Yandere! Lolirock Headcanons

Metal Family

I'm Not a Stalker!

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Yandere Aang Headcanons

Miraculous Ladybug

Chloe x Reader x Mari

Percy Jackson

Yandere! Percy Jackson Headcanons

Twilight

Yandere! Edward Cullen Headcanons Yandere! Jacob Black Headcanons

Free! Swim Club

Yandere! Haruka Nanase Headcanons Yandere! Nagisa Hazuki Headcanons Makoto Tachibana Headcanons

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Yandere Sabrina Headcanons

Assassination Classroom

Yandere Karma Headcanons

My Life As A Teenage Robot

My Neighbor was a Robot

Phineas and Ferb

Ferb Fletcher Headcanons

The Originals/Vampire Diaries

Yandere! Klaus Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere Klaus Courting Yandere Elijah Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere! Damon Salvatore Headcanons

Shadows of Rose

My Only Friend [Drabble]

Welcome Home [COMPLETE/FINISHED]

You are Mine [Drabble] [Wally] Lovey Dovey Darling [Wally]

Bob's Burgers

Being a Belcher Calvin Fischoeder Headcanons

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Futurama

Yandere! Philip J Fry

Megamind

Yandere Metro Man

There's Someone in your House

Yandere! Zach Sandford Headcanons Sneaking Off with Zach

Barbie

Why Don't You Love Me? Yandere Ken! Headcanons I Love You Like a Doll [NSFW] Pleasurable Sin [NSFW] Red Faced Loser I'll Never Stop Loving You Don't Run from my Love

Clone High

Yandere! Joan of Arc Headcanons JFK Headcanons

Sabrina the Teenage Witch [1996]

Harvey Kinkle Headcanons

Corpse Bride

Yandere! Victor Van Dort Headcanons

Fairytales

Yandere! Male Cinderella Yandere! Peter Pan

Merlin BBC

Yandere! Merlin Headcanons

ICarly

Childhood Crush [Fred Headcanons]

Ben Denbrough Headcanons Fear and Anxiety [Eddie]

Scream

Yandere! Billy Loomis Headcanons Call Me, Baby [Yandere! Billy Loomis] Lively Party Bloody Hands

SVU

Detective Chester Lake Headcanons Dr. George Huang Headcanons Rafael Barba Headcanons Sonny Carisi Headcanons

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williamedwardparry · 1 year

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Francis Crozier and O'Connell's chariot

In early September of 1844, Francis Crozier was between jobs, having gotten a year's leave from the Admiralty, and was just beginning to plan his upcoming trip to France and Italy. In the meantime, however, he was spending some time in Dublin with his family.

This meant he was in just the right place at the right time (or, as he may have felt, the wrong place at the wrong time) to experience a historic event: the parading of Repeal politician and statesman Daniel O'Connell through the streets of Dublin on a huge gilded chariot.

(Illustrations taken from the Illustrated London News.)

The ‘chariot’, 3 metres high and 4.5 metres long, was specially made for O’Connell’s glorious re-entry into the city, and modelled on the triumphal cars of ancient Rome. It was upholstered in purple silk and blue wool and adorned with gilded mouldings and decorative overlays, depicting shamrocks and stylised classical foliage. The sides showed Hibernia with the increasingly familiar national iconography of harp, round tower and wolfhound. On the back was a representation in gold of a harp surmounted by the word ‘Repeal’, summarising O’Connell’s campaign for repeal of the Act of Union. (x)

In May of that year, O'Connell and his son had been found guilty on conspiracy charges and sentenced to a year in prison. They'd appealed the verdict to the House of Lords, and their appeal was granted on September 4th, 1844. They were released after serving three months in Richmond Bridewell penitentiary.

On Saturday, September 7th, O'Connell was paraded through the streets of Dublin on his gilded throne-chariot, drawn by six "splendid grey horses" and surrounded by "a crowd of around 200,000 citizens." Several guilds were also represented in the long parade, as well as town council and corporation members and the Lord Mayor. Their route took them from the penitentiary (now the Griffith Barracks Multi-Denominational School) to O'Connell's home on Merrion Square.

If the Crozier house, which was located at 2, Sandford Place, was near where we find Sandford Parish Church today, this was a bit of a walk away. But the crowd clearly made itself felt throughout the city, because on Monday, September 9th, Francis Crozier wrote to James Clark Ross:

What think you the decision of the house of Lords, it has been & is considered here a great victory for Dan – Such a set of Ruffians as were perading [sic] about here on Saturday they say that they Dans people may now do anything as he can get them clear – I did not see one drunk man nor one that looked the least like a gentleman although I suppose he has many adherents that are so by both

Whether Crozier happened to catch sight of O'Connell and the triumphal procession itself isn't clear, but as he gives no description of the spectacle, he may not have. Accounts in the Illustrated London News bear the latter assertion out: "It is a fact worthy of notice, that there was not, in the immense assemblage, a single individual intoxicated; each guild was followed by a temperance band […]," and though excitement continued through the evening, "everything passed off with the utmost quiet."

Leinster (which includes Dublin) was a stronghold for O'Connell and the Repeal movement, but the movement had met resistance in the predominantly Protestant, largely Presbyterian, Ulster. For his own part, though he had publicly stressed common cause and appreciation for Protestant Repealers, O'Connell had privately expressed disdain for the Presbyterian support for the United Irishmen, and for Protestantism in Ireland itself.

Crozier, an Ulsterman and a Protestant, was evidently not very impressed with "Dan" O'Connell and his followers, nor with the handling of the House of Lords:

I must confess that I think the house of Lords have signed their own death warrant as a house of appeal by leaving the case in the hands of a few mountebank political Lords.

A quotation of unclear origin that's often attributed to Sophia Cracroft states that Francis Crozier was an "indifferent speller" and a "horrid radical". If she did say (or write) that, it's difficult to know what sort of radicalism she had in mind.

At the time of Francis' and his siblings' baptisms in the late 18th century, the Crozier family belonged to the Banbridge First Non-Subscribing Presbyterian Church—but had, as one of "only four or five" Presbyterian families in town, taken the minority position of not supporting the United Irishmen. Later, Francis' brother Graham became a vicar in the Church of Ireland. Overall, the Croziers come off as fairly solidly establishment. And while we don't know much about Francis Crozier's politics and he may have espoused views Sophia Cracroft would find radical, we do know that he was—unsurprisingly, given his origins—not a Repealer.

Sources:

MSS 284/364/17: Letter from Francis Crozier to James Clark Ross September 9th 1844 (SPRI)

The Illustrated London News, September 14th 1844, pp. 164-6

The Croziers of Banbridge by Olga Kimmins on The Thousandth Part

O'Connell's Chariot on A History of Ireland in 100 Objects (by An Post, The Irish Times, the National Museum of Ireland, and the Royal Irish Academy)

Icebound in the Arctic (2nd edition 2021) by Michael Smith

Modern Ireland, 1600-1972 (1989) by R. F. Foster

Griffith Barracks (Wikipedia)

#francis crozier #m #be gentle if i said something stupid; this is not my field; i just thought it was a really cool coincidence #19th century #daniel o'connell

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yr-obedt-cicero · 1 year

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On the King estate was a wild ravine where a stream known by the name “Awiehawken” dashed over a part of the famous duel ground, “which has been called the most interesting spot in the county of Hudson.” There handsome young Philip Hamilton in the dawn of his manhood fell by the hand of George Eacker three years before his father met a like fate from Aaron Burr. His second on that occasion was his cousin Philip Church, who had recently returned from England with his father, where he had been studying at Eton. These two grand-sons of General Philip Schuyler are said to have been strikingly alike in personal appearance, and their remarkable attachment, which led them to be seen constantly together, is one of the pleasantest memories in the annals of the society of the period.

Source — Mills, Weymer Jay. Historic Houses of New Jersey. United Kingdom, J. B. Lippincott, 1902.

I find this description interesting because it's one of the very few descriptions we get of Philip's appearance, aside the general elucidation of “handsome”, and Hamilton who once described him as having common, basic, infant attributes—Additionally, he was only eight months old, and any of these said features he very well could and likely did grow out of;

It is agreed on all hands, that he is handsome, his features are good, his eye is not only sprightly and expressive but it is full of benignity. His attitude in sitting is by connoisseurs esteemed graceful and he has a method of waving his hand that announces the future orator. He stands however rather awkwardly and his legs have not all the delicate slimness of his fathers.

Source — From Alexander Hamilton to Richard Kidder Meade, [27 August 1782], Founders Online, National Archives. [Original source: The Papers of Alexander Hamilton, vol. 3, 1782–1786, ed. Harold C. Syrett. New York: Columbia University Press, 1962, pp. 150–151.]

Also particularly because this edition was published in 1902, before Allan McLane made the grave mistake of titling William's painting as Philip's in 1910. [x] Which would then spur others to make the same mistake like Ron Chernow, and even Phillip Thomas Tucker, who wrote; “A healthy and handsome dark-haired son Philip Hamilton was destined to be born on January 22, 1781.” [x] The presumption of dark hair likely originating due to William's shaded portrait.

But at the same time, Weymer Jay Mill was born in 1880 in Jersey City, and died in 1939. So, he was hardly talking from firsthand experience considering this would have been a whole 79 years after Philip's death, and P. Church who died in 1861. He also doesn't bring up any source material to this particular claim, so it can only be defined as hearsay. Although his claim isn't entirely far-fetched as a whole, P. Church visited his Hamilton relatives often and did seem to be close with his similar namesake cousin. He was definitely close to his Uncle Hamilton, He also served as an Aide-de-camp to for him between 1798-1800, while he was Major General and Inspector General of the Army during the Quasi-war. And both he and his cousin Philip were part of a literature society. It was a Literature Society composed mainly of boys in their early twenties. It looks as though the members belonged to the same generational group, and were all rather acquainted with each other. A reappearing pattern being that; most of them were from New York, studied law, and graduated from Columbia in the 1790s.

About this time, Mr. Jones was a member of a literary society, (of which the late Peter A. Jay was president,) composed, among others, of Nathan Sandford, Charles Baldwin, John Ferguson, Jas. Alexander, Rudolph Bunner, Goveurneur Ogden, the first Philip Hamilton, William Bard, Wm. A. Duer, Philip Church, John Duer, and Beverley Robinson; of whom the last five are the only survivors.

Source — Jones, William Alfred. Memorial of the Late Honorable David S. Jones: With an Appendix, Containing Notices of the Jones Family, of Queen's County. United States, Stanford and Swords, 1849.

But I still have yet to see any claims that could be more solid about Philip looking similar to P. Church. Either way, it is interesting and could be plausible. Although judging by the common depictions of P. Church, I wouldn't consider that a compliment!

#amrev #american history #philip hamilton #philip church #history #hamilchildren #hamilton children #hamilkids #hamilton kids #hamilton family #cicero's history lessons

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thefuseoftemptation · 2 years

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—THE MUNSONS HCS

SUMMARY: Just things ‘bout Eddie and his Uncle—because we never got them together, here. They deserved it and so much more.

A/N: These are just some general hcs, nothing huge really. There might be some more specific or thorough than others and even a little touch of hurt but not much else—PROOFREAD but with my luck, there’d be something I missed.

Let me know.

WARNING(S): cussing. Minor references to VOL. I and VOL.II—it’s very brief.

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When his Uncle isn’t at the plant late, they’ll usually get in a few episodes of their shows. Well, really it’s something that Wayne often kept on in the back but Eddie just so happened to enter through the door and slumped himself on the floor or wherever.

It’s Sandford and Son. Every so often too it’d be ‘Gunsmoke.’ Wayne watches them, and Eddie really just lies there, but it’s time together so—

We’ve seen the little table for two just to the side of the kitchen—sometimes they use it and other times, they perch themselves on the couch and eat their leftovers that were from before.

Honestly, Wayne is the one to tend to the laundry when he’s here. Sure, Eddie would do it but there wasn’t a guarantee that their things would come out how they were put in.

Let’s be real, the guy doesn’t even know that there’s a system to it. So, just to see the look Wayne gives him when Eddie just throws a pile in without putting them to separate.

“Son, you ain’t gon’ separate those? Just put ‘em in like that?”

“—you’re supposed to separate them?”

It was constantly a ponder on why his things ended up still wet and clumped together. Then when Wayne told him too that he shouldn’t leave them in the wash for hours substantial the cycle, it explained so much on the smell or why there were creases left behind.

There were even times where Wayne had to remind Eddie to wash because he’d forget. That and when he’d enter his room and see socks or underwear here and there, he often was unsure if he should ask his nephew if they were clean or not. He wasn’t really looking to hear the answer sometimes,,,,and those sheets? Yeah, they got to be put in.

Eddie tries to keep up his part there and not leave much for Wayne to tend to when he gets back. He’ll wash the dishes (when and if he wasn’t getting distracted), which were tipping over the sink, and then put them up.

Sometimes when Wayne goes to get a cup, he has to re-wash it because there were still smudges on it—but he couldn’t tell Eddie because the guy was trying.

It was a thing too that you have to use hot water to wash the dishes, and ‘course every time, Eddie mumbled swears under his breath,,,,

“Jesus H Christ—” Why??? Why must it be so hot?!

Wayne had to buy dish gloves so it wouldn’t hurt him so much. Though sometimes he went without them or just sort of forgot they were there.

That or there were even times where he just,,,couldn’t even nerved by the temperatures if he tried.

Neither of them know how to cook, and if they do, it’ll more likely be Wayne. But he ain’t much of a chef so don’t expect much, because chances are, it may end up a little burnt. It’s that or either Eddie cooks,,,,no. He tries but it just isn’t well.

They only ever really try to cook because they shouldn’t be living off of preheated oven packages.

I swear, its an HC (canon honestly), that when Eddie was little, Wayne would be the one to cut or trim his unruly hair. It might’ve been crudely done or uneven but who could tell with those curls or how much of it there were. Not only that but if it’s fucked up, that meant it’s done properly. That’s how it is, m’sure of it. Why would you like for you hair to be simple? Try not to forget the year it was, or well, the years it was heading into.

It’s even guaranteed that he gave Eddie the buzzcut.

But when Eddie grew, ‘course the concern for his hair did too.

“Look—I just, m’not sure I’d like to y’know touch them…” and he’ll just have his arms over his head to cover it.

“Them?”

“My curls.” Oh.

“M’not gon’ try to push or pry on why but it’s gettin long son. You really gon’ let it grow out that much?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s totally metal.”

Wayne never tried pushing it further, Eddie was getting older, but it never not hurt the guy when he knew that those times weren’t going to be occurring as often, you know? Where he’d remember setting the boy on the counter—little pieces of hair locks fell to the floor as he cut it.

It just told him that within time, there wasn’t going to be much more of them together. That his nephew wasn’t going to be there constantly nor would Eddie be needing his Uncle there no more. Next thing you know, he’d be leaving before you know it.

Though little was it known that Eddie was never not going to need his Uncle. Or more of his dad. Eddie’ll be looking to his side to see if Wayne were there. He’ll be looking over his shoulder for just to check that he wasn’t by himself no more. He’ll be looking to the crowd when he’s on stage to graduate—and he’ll sure as hell be looking at him before he leaves that hole of a town. Looking to the guy who was there for him through it all—

“Well, alright. Just let me know if it changes, you hear me?” And released a sigh through his nose when Eddie nodded.

There were often times where Wayne would get back late from the plant and would help Eddie with school. He’d hover him, glasses lowered on his nose (he’s got glasses you can’t tell me he doesn’t) as his finger lines under the question as he tries to help his nephew get through it.

Wayne knew how fuckin smart Eddie was. He knew it. There was no doubt there (others just never given him credit or knew him well enough to see). But he also knew that Eddie struggled—though it wasn’t from the material—it was more of his attention never seemed to be kept long enough before he was looking elsewhere. That and the material at times could be real headaches that it sort of deterred the guy from going further with it.

So, in order for him to get through it without disruptions, Wayne would sometimes take a seat there just until Eddie was done, or at least, near it. Even if Wayne was tired as hell. He’d be there next to him, by his side.

When they both got the time, they tried to spend it together—maybe went out or something. They usually took Wayne’s truck but often Eddie would suggest or offer that he could drive.

Wayne would buckle his seatbelt and tug it just a little to make sure it was secure because he knew Eddie wasn’t exactly, well, when it would come to driving. He’s seen the way he tails it out of the lot, often tells him something ‘bout it too. It’s not long though until it’d be back to usual. Honestly, Eddie isn’t even known to it most of the time. Like, he doesn’t get that he speeds,,,,it doesn’t feel like it to him, so therefore, he doesn’t put much thought into it.

Sure enough—

“Son, slower why don’t you—ease up on the gas there….”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, sure.” But then only briefly pulls back before he’s pressing it once more. There are lots of swerves and turns that have Wayne gripping the handles on the roof.

When Wayne took Eddie in, it was clear the child was a little hesitant. He felt almost as if he shouldn’t be there—that he never belonged. It was as if he was burdening his Uncle so he’d try to make himself as unknown as much as he could. But sort of fucked up every time especially since he was a growing boy who happened to leave things behind.

It’s honestly shown Eddie wasn’t exactly the type to be forward when it came to talking ‘bout his thoughts or feelings. Not that he never got them, but it was more of because there was so much of them, they often toppled over the other. He wasn’t sure sometimes why; nor could he be sure where and how to put them. Not only that but he never learned how to properly express his feelings because his folks never even taught him.

So, it took much of Wayne to gently and subtly try to teach him, you know? Try to get him out of that state. He wasn’t trying to pry or push the boy but he also couldn’t see Eddie keep things to himself much longer because it often would become too much—

Especially when he was little. Sort of had to remind him too as he got older though.

They’d often fix their vehicles together. Or even sometimes Wayne would be out trying to get his truck going and Eddie would just show up. He’d be talking and gesturing thoughtlessly to nothing really and it honestly felt like it’d go quicker when he was there. Eddie would often help too or hand his Uncle the tools whenever he requested for it.

Listening to songs together. Whether it was their type or not, because the other liked it they thought to try it out. Even suggested songs they thought the other would like.

Eddie would often tell Wayne he could come to his gigs, it was sort of his way of asking you know? Even if he knew Wayne couldn’t be there or show up. But still, Eddie would tell him ‘bout it before shrugging it off.

Wayne couldn’t go but he’d ask Eddie ‘bout it when they’d see the other later.

“How was it?”

“Y’know, the usual drunks there. Not much of a crowd—”

Wayne would then look at him and go “you’ll get there, I know it.” And it honestly meant so much to Eddie.

Not sure ‘bout these (they’re just my interpretations) but the other guitar Eddie has that was to the corner of his room—you know, the legendary Woody Guthrie? Yeah, that used to be his Uncle’s that he given to him.

It was honestly the first huge thing Wayne had presented to him. He’d seen how much Eddie would look at it, the way his eyes lingered and felt the urge to touch it, so Wayne just—

When Eddie received it, he never ever put it down. He’d be with it constantly, just practicing to learn (the strumming of the cords was so fluent). Even asked Wayne if he could put a little ‘something’ on it (this machine slays dragons). Eddie knew it was his but he still couldn’t help to go by Wayne just to be sure.

“It’s yours son. Not necessary to ask me, you hear?”

It wasn’t til a few years later that he then presented Eddie with his very own guitar. When he had seen how much he used the other one he got, Wayne thought to get him one that let others know, that told them, that he was a musician. Because he knew that Eddie was set to become so much more than what was there. He could see him at the Garden, especially since Eddie often told him that he’d get there and Wayne never doubted it.

When Wayne had managed to save enough to get it for him, he held it out to Eddie. Wayne would go through it again if it meant he could see the look Eddie gave him when he got it. He was just—at loss? The boy even made some comment ‘bout paying him back. But when Wayne told him it was solely for him, that it wasn’t necessary to pay him back—Eddie let it out. He just clutched onto Wayne and held him, thanking him over and over.

Though don’t doubt too that Eddie used it when he performed for the middle school show.

Neither of them ever really ever told the other ‘thank you’—but it isn’t because it’s not there or that they’re unappreciative—they just happen to tell or let the other know by showing it through languages. Gestures.

So, once more, when before Eddie leaves, he looks to his Uncle, his dad—the guy that was there for him through it all—and he tells him ‘thank you’,,,,then it’s to be taken further than its expression.

It’s a thank for everything. Everything. Thick and thin.

And Wayne knows. He’s known for quite some time.

But it honestly tugs so much more when Eddie hears it from Wayne. Because the guy was saying ‘thank you’ to Eddie. To him. For everything,,,,,

. . .

A/N: feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson blurb #stranger things #stranger things 4 #vol.1 #vol.2 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #(tags for exposure)

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georgefairbrother · 11 months

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Many golden age British sitcoms were recast and adapted for the US market; Steptoe and Son became Sandford and Son, Man About the House became Three's Company, 'Til Death Us Do Part became All in the Family, and For the Love of Ada became A Touch of Grace.

Some found lasting success, while others never made it past the US pilot stage. One that sank like a stone was The Rear Guard, a 1976 attempt to recreate the success of Dad's Army.

With the original cast busy with the Dad's Army stage tour during 1976, Writers Jimmy Perry and David Croft were invited by ABC (America) to submit a script, and they chose, from a catalogue of over 70 episodes by this point, an adaptation of probably the most famous and best-remembered, The Deadly Attachment, from 1973, in which Philip Madoc played a captured U-Boat captain, confined with his crew by the Home Guard awaiting transfer to a POW facility.

When the U-Boat captain demands Private Pike's name for insulting Hitler, Captain Mainwaring calls, "Don't tell him, Pike!", a moment that is often rated just behind Del-Boy falling through the bar as one of the funniest moments in British comedy.

The Home Guard was reimagined as a WWII civil defence unit for the American version, guarding against an invasion of the US mainland. Notable cast members included Eddie Foy Junior, a member of the famous Vaudeville family, who played Bert Wagner (Cpl Jones), Captain Mainwaring became Nick Rosatti (Cliff Norton) and Private Pike became Bobby Henderson, played by Dennis Kort.

(Yep, Nick Rosatti did call out, "Don't tell him, Henderson!")

The platoon sergeant, Raskin, was played by Lou Jacobi, and the likeable villain (Walker), became Don Crawford and was played by John McCook, who has since carved out a long career in The Bold and the Beautiful and won a daytime Emmy for most outstanding actor in 2022.

The pilot aired on US television in the summer of 1976, but was not particularly well received. The network wiped the master tape, although copies are held in private collections.

In a later interview, Jimmy Perry and David Croft recalled that, when they arrived in the US, they were picked up from the airport in a limousine and generally treated like royalty by the network.

They had to find their way back to the airport in a cab.

#social history #british television #dads army #american television #british comedy #classic tv #british culture #don't tell him pike

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