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"Nice work. What's this one here?"

“ I’m glad you like it, Mr.Sebastian. This one is Bosphorale. A Chocolate cake flavored with dried apricots, earl grey tea, and Valrhona chocolate. Usually I prefer much more...colorful desserts but with what you’ve told me of the event I assumed something more minimalistic in design, but rich flavors was in order. Please try it, I’m sure it shall fit your guests taste as well as your own.”

H: Heat1. do they rather a hot or cold room?2. do they prefer summer or winter?3. do they like the snow?

[nomoreears]

Heat:

1. Cold, as Madeline sleeps with a lot of blankets all ready and dresses warmly anyway.

2. Summer!!! Give Madeline all the flowers, though Christmas wedding cakes and holiday cookies give her 'some' creativity

3. Madeline loves snow! It's pretty, soft, and gives Gotham a nice break from it's usual grey world.

@strychthia Do you live in a little house like this?

A tiny door

“You’re the last person I wanted to see right now.”

"I'm so very sorry to disappoint you Shaw sir, but I must give you tragic news of your chauffeur!

You see he was driving here as it were,

when Magneto came and caused quite a stir. He grabbed the car and well,

to put it lightly, an accident did occur. "

The hare gave Shaw a sympathetic look, knowing full well he was more annoyed then any thing.

"I felt it was only right to tell you so you didn't think ill of him, when his fate was already so grim."

Why Did You Do It? Codot as Batman and Mad Hatter

Ever since I heard how hard Roddy McDowall had to be pushed for this scene, I wanted to try it. I think I managed to capture the energy well enough. It was fun practise at any rate.

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ok but I hate Alice in wonderland in general especially when you realize we would have rightly called Lewis Carroll a pedophile if he was alive today, he wanted to marry the Alice he named his character after when she was 10 years old and her parents whisked her the fuck away and from what I remember he made a business out of photographing naked children. From what I remember the book primarily sold cause people liked the illustrations in it

Okay so I’ve done some research into this and I have found that this whole topic is massively controversial in the literary world.

I found a very interesting article written by the Smithsonian that I recommend you read all the way through because it has arguments and evidence for and against these claims:https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/lewis-carrolls-shifting-reputation-9432378/

Because while Caroll was an avid photographer and there has been some photographs of naked children found his collection there is also an important point to be made about the change in sensibilities between Victorian culture and our current one:

“Of the approximately 3,000 photo­graphs Dodgson made in his life, just over half are of children—30 of whom are depicted nude or semi-nude. Some of his portraits—even those in which the model is clothed—might shock 2010 sensibilities, but by Victorian standards they were…well, rather conventional. Photographs of nude children sometimes appeared on postcards or birthday cards, and nude portraits—skillfully done—were praised as art studies, as they were in the work of Dodgson’s contemporary Julia Margaret Cameron. Victorians saw childhood as a state of grace; even nude photographs of children were considered pictures of innocence itself.In discussing the possibility of photographing one 8-year-old girl unclothed, Dodgson wrote to her mother: “It is a chance not to be lost, to get a few good attitudes of Annie’s lovely form and face, as by next year she may (though I much hope won’t) fancy herself too old to be a ‘daughter of Eve.’ Likewise, Dodgson secured the Liddells’ permission before taking his now-famous portrait of Alice at age 6, posing as a beggar child in a tattered off-the-shoulder dress; the family kept a hand-colored copy of it in a morocco leather-and-velvet case.”

And this goes for every other piece of evidence against Caroll (Dodgson). The only solid possibility was that he was interested in the oldest daughter Lorina (‘Ina’) but there is also evidence to say that he was actually trying to court their nanny. While people say the fact that he was a bachelor all his life was suspicious, there are numerous letters and diary entries that point out that he was involved with quite a few women but sought to hide it because it would have been seen as immoral out of wedlock or courtship.

By the way, the only person to claim he was ‘in love’ with Alice was a family descendent who’s claims are basically but opinion and aren’t backed up by hard fact. It is very easy to jump to conclusions out of the context of the society they lived in compared to ours.

Also by the way: The entire story of Alice In Wonderland was told to some of the children on a boat ride and it was Alice herself who asked him to write it down. It was literally just a story he told them to entertain them with the main character called Alice because that’s kind of what adults do when they’re making up a story for a child?Also they didn’t whisk Alice ‘the fuck away’ he was the one to actually leave (for unknown reasons possibly related to the mother not approving of his courting the eldest legal daughter or his courtship of the nanny. Either way, he was the one to leave not them forcing him away. And regardless he came back to give Alice a copy of the novel.)

Basically all the ‘evidence’ is massively contentious and even if it were the case that he was, the story of Alice In Wonderland isn’t actually linked very much into the personal life of the author so it is very easy to read the book without even having to think about him or his intentions (Especially considering it was written in 1865 and it has long passed into public domain.)

I implore you to read to article in full and come to your own conclusion (and please don’t read any articles from The Daily Mail as it’s not worth the paper it’s written on) because making a snap statement of ‘Lewis Caroll was totally a paedophile’ isn’t something you should do before looking at all the facts.

[text] Awesome, I’ll prepare tea and the other necessities! [text] It’s a good thing I have a LOT of blankets [text] If you don’t mind be asking what DO you plan to do to the other rabbits? [text] Just curious! That’s all

[text;] I'm so worried please text back please please please

[ t e x t ] i ’ m here , i think i am okay .

[ t e x t ] where are you ?

[ t e x t ] what happened ?

[ t e x t ] why were you so worried ?

[ t e x t ] my memory is failing me

"Does he believe he's an animal?"

“Normally I’d say yes. This is Gotham city we have people who believe they’re Gods and this is the best city in the world. In this case, however..... I think no one ever taught him manners. I think he needs a hat.”

@jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear happy birthday from your favorite Hare!

Late night

Ficlet of Jervis and Madeline

The rain made everything seem so loud. Every step, every panting breath, and every police siren echoed so much louder. A part of her wished all of the noise would just stop, stop and let her think. Instead, she kept running forward. Madeline could feel rather than see Tetch stumbling behind her, all she could do was grip his hand tighter and hope the next turn would give them a place to hide. 

Finally several abandoned buildings came into sight and Madeline forced her exhausted legs to push faster.

"Tetch, come on! Just a few more steps! Then the police won't get us. I promise, we'll be safe soon!"

Madeline turned her head only for a moment to see Jervis's panting exhausted face. If she was in a better scenario, she'd try to carry him, but that was impossible now. 

Finally buildings stood in front of them. Without thought Madeline grabbed her remaining Kama and broke the glass to the dingy window. She quickly grabbed Tetch and thrust him through before hopping in herself. The moment her body dropped inside she felt shards of glass entering her torn boot. 

For a few tense seconds, they both remained on the floor, panting. Mercifully, the sirens disappeared, leaving only the sound of rain. Still exhausted, Madeline pushed herself up and looked at her companion. He remained on the floor, trying to curl up and block out the world. 

"Alright, alright, Tetch, the cops are gone, we just need to lay -"

"March, why did- did she do that? Why did she scream for the Red Queen?"

Madeline's face softened as she realized that Tetch was once again lost in his own fantasy. Slowly, Madeline crept closer to her companion, ignoring the glass that penetrated part of her broken boot. Madeline half jumped towards Tetch, before tilting her chin up and wiggling her nose.

"Now now Mister Hatta' we know that wasn't the real Alice. Why that young girl just wanted - wanted to play a game with us. No need to sulk!"

As casually as she could, so as to not spook him, she pushed Tetch into her lap, dusting off the broken glass that stuck to him.

"Ah, but March! I don't care for croquet, you know! And I'm tired of all these silly games!" 

Tetch pouted, throwing his arms in the air, ignoring the bleeding wound on his arm.

"Alice, oh Alice, where is she? Can't she see how much I want to bring her a party?"

Madeline sighed, looking around the old building. She would need to find something to distract him from his pity party. 

"Well, sometimes girls just want to -"

Suddenly, Madeline had a marvelous idea. Moving her hand to grip his shoulder, she forced him up to see a pile of decrepit boxes.

"Ah, look Hatta', a tea party! Already set up! How wondrous, how stupendous! Perhaps this was all a game to get us here!"

Madeline glanced down at Tetch, hoping that he would see the table and cups, and not some other wicked thing. She could never fully predict where his mind would take him. 

Just as she thought, he immediately jumped up and began eagerly walking towards the pile.

"Well, Callooh Callay to you, March! For a hare your eyes are sharp, why I bet they could cut a rath in half!"

Without another word, he sat himself on one box lower than the rest, and began to mime pouring tea.

"Hurry, Hare! Before it gets too cold!"

Smiling, Madeline stood up, already feeling the soreness in her body. It was only a temporary distraction until Tetch got his bearings. 

'Why, see this! Our day went from mimsy to frabjous in an instant! Why it's like a -'

"Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"

"You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, `that 'I like what I get' is the same thing as 'I get what I like'!"

The words tumbled out of Madeline’s mouth with ease. Madeline slowly sat down next to her friend and pretended to eat a crumpet. She knew they'd have to leave and find a better hide out. For now, playing pretend with her friend was all she wanted to do.