Lemon, That&#x27;s Different!

Do you ever think that?

whenmaryholdsyourhand

Goodness.

I’ve had enough nonsense for today, thank you. Still, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Mary Poppins. You are…?

ENOUGH?!?!?! BUT IT'S HARDLY HALF THE SAUCING!

Pleased to meet me! Do you mean currently, or in general terms?

#~mary

Do you ever think that?

whenmaryholdsyourhand

Do I ever think what?

I don't know, do you?! I haven't been in your head, just mine. Where've you thought?

#~mary

Do you ever think that?

#boop #~open

Has anyone a needle?

arriettytheborrower

Fitterbobber, huh, what a funny thing to call me. But roses already have such beautiful colors, they don’t just have to be white! Have you ever seen a purple rose? Or a pink one?

Oh um, I’m sorry I’m not sure what any of that means. If I eat treats I’ll go through a looking glass? Where is this looking glass?

No white, got it, I’ll just give you a whole box of different color threads, and lots of blue! What are you going to use all this thread for? Are you sewing something?

Is it?!?! Oh no, no don't say that! The cards will hear you, and goodness me, they'd muchifully rather there be no color at all! None at all, none indeed...

No, I suppose you don't. It's ever so difficult isn't it, for you daisy darlings to understand wonderful things, so you put us in the box in the hole! Am I there? No shut up, I am, I'm not, don't send me back please! I'm fine I pro-- no, I plomise, or pwomise, promises do no good, absolutely no good at a time like this... Have you the time? It feels so early but I'm sure I must be late.

Threads... THREADS! Oh yes please, threads! Am I? I AM, YES! Threads, I'm sewing, sewing, ssssscrapping together a hat! For my friend, yes yes, a FRIEND! Isn't it just-- isn't it wonderful? A friend!

#~arrietty

Has anyone a needle?

arriettytheborrower

Do you mean roses on paper or like real roses? Because I don’t think its a good idea to paint real roses, the chemicals in the paint could harm the flower, possibly kill it! Unless its special botanical paint, does that even exist?

Oh wait — sorry you had a question. I have lots of needles and threads! Is there a certain color thread you wanted?

Nonsense my flitterbobber! The roses sing for color! They're very vain you know, and I'm sure they'd love the taste... They're none too fond of weeds. But the rabbities, they like their clean cups, keep your cup clean so you can move down, down, down, out, and up the rabbit hole! That's what the treats are for -- eat me, drink me, and you'll get to be through the looking glass with all the other upsie-daisies.

Needles, yes! And threads, lots of threads, any color, every color except white. Everything is so white, all the time, every way, all the ways are the queen's ways, but white is much more-ish refreshing than red, so one can't complain too much... The blue! Father snuck me the blue ribbon, so blue would be a nice one, but any color will do just fine!

#~arrietty

Has anyone a needle?

Or thread? The white rabbities don't let me keep needles at the party, afraid they'll get their white roses painted I suppose! What a shame shame shammity sham, it's all a sham! And it's a shame... A shame of a sham, their colors aren't painted so dashingly!

#~open

Miss Alice is two days slow for work, you know.

Maybe. Why do you want it?

It's for my friend, Miss Alice! Not the thread of course, but a hat, don't let's be silly! I'm making her a hat, of course! The nurses won't let me keep thread. Or needles. Have you needles? Or boning? Father sneaks me what he can on visits of course, but mother doesn't approve. I'm quite mad, you know! Mad, mad, mad... The nurses don't like that either. They call it something else, but it's too big, big words taste sour and complex, and are the same as sweeter small ones anywhozits, so whyyyyy change?! But Miss Alice, she was ever so sweet, darling little thing -- She writes me letters you know, in here, or for in here, they come in here, but she writes them out there. Dear me, I hope she isn't writing them in here! What a silly address for a madhouse, and it isn't even mine! But I'd very much like to send her a hat, as it's her unbirthday! Oh, there goes Mr. April, do you hear?! All this talk of unbirthdays, and we haven't even celebrated ours! So, thread?

Miss Alice is two days slow for work, you know.

...............

HAVE YOU ANY THREAD?!

Miss Alice is two days slow for work, you know.

Please give Alice back I won’t scratch her up or bite her ears or anything please I just miss her.

Maybe we could share her? I can have her every day of the week but you can stop by on Saturdays for a few hours…or minutes. Minutes are better.

NO! She's mine she's real she's the only true thing nO SHUT UP it's all right we can share STOP IT I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE'S BEEN OR IS OR WILL BE DON'T YOU SEE though if you could you'd see just as much as I do which is nothing I haven't a clue haven't the faintest more tea more tea...

Miss Alice is two days slow for work, you know.

You don’t make any sense and you’re scaring me and I don’t like it very much.

No.... No no. I'm not scaring you, I'm not I'm not, it's them of course they are it isn't MEEEEE please STOP!

Miss Alice is two days slow for work, you know.

Where did she go? I wanna play with her. Plus I can’t open the milk by myself.

WELL SHE'S NOT HERE, AHAHA GOODNESS ME! NO no, no no no, she isn't here, she's never here, there are far more important things than shoes and ships and sealing wax and the momeraths outgrabe WHYYYYYYY would she be here no no alone SHUT UP all gone clean cup move down!

#~open #and here we see the start of his decline ohohohahahaha

Miss Alice is two days slow for work, you know.

Two days slow, that's all, that's all, that's it, she's late very late indeed, it's rude, it's horribly horribly rude...

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Badass Characters — The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

A-ha! I see what’s wrong with it! Why, this watch is full of wheels!

#photos

winter wonderland | alice & hatter

Alice: HATTER! It is me! Hurry down you daft man, we have games to play today! /Hatter's head had already disappeared back into the room and the window was shut but Alice had yelled anyway, firing another snowball at the pane of glass (and missing by a good three inches) before bending down to scoop up more snow, packing it into the shape of a ball so she had more ammunition when her friend came out to greet her. She had the weapon in hand and was fully prepared to launch it at him the second he left the house, but he was far too quick for her and instead she found herself enveloped in a tight hug, the lump of snow falling uselessly to the ground as she wrapped her arms around Hatter in return, reaching up for a moment to fix the hat knocked askew by his affectionate attack on her./ I'm sorry I didn't get to spend as long as I would have with you yesterday, so many people showed up I had hardly an idea of what to do with myself! I wasn't feeling well for a while too, the whole thing was simply overwhelming but that's why I came to see you, I've missed you so much because of this blasted snow! /He was still waffling on and frankly, all the words and their meanings sailed right over the top of her head (something that would haunt her that night, because what if he was mocking her, and she had simply been too stupid and dull to realize?) but at that moment, she didn't mind. There was something about Hatter and his nonsense that was always comforting, even on the days it was utterly infuriating./ I thought that perhaps now some of the snow's melted and it's soft enough to play with we might have a few games in it! /Excusing herself from the embrace she stood back and proudly gestured to her small mound of snowballs, before turning to scan the street filled with almost untouched snow before them./ There's snowball fights and snow angels and snowmen, and there's a street with a hill not too far away from here - ten minutes, perhaps? If you had a sled, we could go sledding down it, wouldn't that be delightful? With tea afterwards, of course! And then we must talk about Christmas, and I'll simply have to see if your house is decorated, it's quite proper for it to be so, you know. And then after that we can do whatever we want, won't it be lovely? I have missed you so, Hatman. /She admitted this with a sheepish smile, ducking her head slightly with the pretense of embarrassment but she also had an ulterior motive - it meant she could quickly reach down and pick up a snowball, quickly hurling it in Hatter's general direction so they might start their games (though with Alice's terrible aim, God alone only knew what it would hit.)/

Hatter: /He listened to all Alice said with a vague smile on his face. He was certainly glad to hear she had missed him as much as he had missed her, but of course he understood why she should be distracted. After all, he was sure she had much more important friends to attend to than him. What was he to her anyway? Nothing terrible exciting or special or-- No, he shouldn't think like that. He couldn't, not now that she was here and he was here and they were both going to be having so much fun! He smiled bigger as she listed all the wonderful things they would do that afternoon in the snow. How could he not be important to her if they were to do an entire day together? How silly he was! Yes, those thoughts would simply have to wait until she had left once again./ A sled?! TEA?! Why yes, yes indeed that would be ever so-- /Then before he knew it, she had hit him square in the chest with a snowball. He looked down at the spot where the snowball had hit him then looked back up at her./ Oh... OH! Oh, you wicked bandersnatch, on shall the hunt go! /He laughed, and so supposed that whatever he had just said must have been as silly as ever, then picked up a handful of snow and patted it into a ball as he ran out of her reach, then lobbed it at her./

#~winter wonderland #THIS WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER I'M SO SORRY

winter wonderland | alice & hatter

Alice: /It had been quite a mixed bag of things happening for Alice lately. There was plenty of good, of course - the number of people who had turned up at her house to help them decorate for Christmas, although overwhelming, had helped counterattack some of the paranoid thoughts she had been unable to shake for quite a while now, as had the conversation with Berlioz that had culminated in a kiss she never could have expected. She had felt like she was floating on air since it had happened and they had officially become a thing, even if that slightly awkward moment when she walked in on Thomas and Marie had lowered the tone for her a little, simply due to not knowing what to make of actually seeing it and knowing it was a real thing. Things had been up and down since then, her emotions all over the place due to a lack of sleep, nightmares and an unsettling sense of paranoia, but she was determined to push those away today and enjoy herself, and what better way to do that than to go and find Hatter's company? The snow was still several feet deep so it was quite a trek to his house, but she didn't mind in the slightest - humming under her breath and contemplating Christmas presents helped keep her mind off of anything negative she might be feeling, as did having to keep an eye on where she stepped - several times, she went to put her foot on what she had assumed was hard packed snow and almost fallen on her face as it sank easily into the mush. Still, she was here now, and she was definitely going to enjoy herself. Checking her mittens to ensure they wouldn't slip off on her, she stopped outside Hatter's front door and began to assemble a small pile of snowballs, squishing each one into as perfect a shape she could get. Once she had quite a sizeable mound and was satisfied with her handiwork, she looked up at his windows, a mischievous grin on her face as she picked a few up and began launching them at his windows, shouting over the thuds they made in an attempt to get his attention./ Rise and shine, Hatter! We're going to have a snow day! Get out here at once you mad man! /Unable to resist, she began to imitate Marie, picking up a few more snowballs to throw./ It's rude to keep a lady waiting, you know!

Hatter: /Hatter had been sleeping well lately, and had only rarely and very mildly felt like he was trapped, or suffocating, or alone, or hated, or like he should rip open his wrists with his teeth, which was good seeing as he had no way to leave the house these past weeks as his psychiatrist had suggested he do whenever these sorts of feelings overwhelmed him. He supposed it also came as a relief to her that he not only showed up in high spirits for his appointment the day before, but that he had showed up at all, as he was prone to missing them even at his most lucid. Of course, he was still hallucinating, and the dreams he described were vivid and violently garish, but apart from that and the other mental instabilities which no amount of therapy or medicine could cure, Hatter seemed to be at his best in a long time. She supposed she owed his happiness to the sudden reappearance of his dear friend Alice Liddell (whom she had confirmed did in fact exist) who now worked at the hat shop with him. He talked extensively about Alice at nearly every session. When he got over excited about something, she found that suggesting he talk about her calmed him down quite a bit, so when Hatter expressed the desire to visit her now the snowstorm had cleared, his therapist happily agreed with him... She hadn't realized of course that he meant right away, nor did she realize that he wasn't exactly sure which house Alice lived in, but had only narrowed it down to a few different places, and would burst into each house yelling for her until he happened upon the correct one. He had a nice time with her, but wished it could have lasted longer, for their meeting had been very brief - seconds, really. He was therefore overjoyed when he woke the next morning and discovered as he poked his head out the window that the snowballs being thrown against the glass were provided by Alice./ ALICE! It's you! Eighteen seconds fast and I'll be right on time! /He slammed the window shut and grabbed a pair of trousers, socks, boots, a shirt, gloves, scarf, coat, and his father's favorite top hat. He dressed as he ran from the bedroom and down the stairs, not even stopping to put a kettle on before he flung open the front door and grabbed Alice in a tight hug. He spoke into her shoulder, his face buried in the warmth of her scarf./ I wanted to see you yesterday! I did see you yesterday, but I suppose if I'd gotten it right on the first try, I'd have seen you for much more yesterday! Truthifically, I'd rather see you today and tomorrow, because tomorrows are almost always nearly todays at some point, and nows and laters are more besterful than thens, although I'd also rather beeeee than seeeee, so today is certifubously the perdealical of any day that's been!

#sorry idk if this made any sense????#i'm half asleep #~winter wonderland #i just got the title joke jfc i'm done bye

Oh look! It's snowing!

mad-miss-alice-blog

Two days slow, have you said that to me before? I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere… oh, but of course it was your unbirthday! You know, Hatter, I’m starting to believe that your unbirthday isn’t actually an unbirthday at all but rather an excuse for you to do whatever you fancy! I wish I had an excuse that worked like that for me - they just tell me I’m grumpy if I try that. You have no idea how lucky you are, you mad little man.

Well I hope you’re not freezing too! There’s been reports on the radio of some people getting lost in the snow, I’m half a mind to phone up everybody I know to make sure they’re all safe. Spoken with it? You can’t speak to the snow, Hatter, don’t be silly! There are a few icicles hanging off my window ledge, though, and they make quite good conversation partners. Alistair is my favourite, he sings to me sometimes when I can’t sleep at night, although the songs don’t often make much sense… still, at least it’s someone to talk to in the middle of all of this! And I shan’t be wasting tea on snow, that’s even sillier than your first idea! We’ll be running out of milk soon anyhow, and I should like to make it last as long as possible. I can’t imagine being stuck in weather like this without a nice cuppa to warm me up.

What about your supplies - you aren’t running low on food, are you? Mother and father did a massive shop before the snow really hit so we have plenty to last us, but if you need any I’m sure I could get the door open somehow and trek over to give you some… where are you holed up, anyhow? I’m sure it wouldn’t be too far away, and if the snow dies off we might even get the chance to make a snowman! Wouldn’t that be fun?

Yes. No. I suppose I must have. Probably not, why would I ever say that? Goodness me, Miss Alice! But of course my unbirthday is my unbirthday! If it wasn't my unbirthday, and it wasn't my birthday, then there's only one thing that it could possibibibly be, and that's nothing at all, which seems rather improbable as I'm here and not not. Perhaps they're the ones who are grumpy, and I don't blame theme, if they've never even celebrated an unbirthday before!

Of course you can speak to snow! I'm never silly Miss Alice, you should know this of all things by now or then or whenever. Though it must be said that for all your speaking to snow, it isn't very likely to speak back. It's very shy, you know, why do you think it melts so quickly? I'd never bother with icicles if I were you. I don't bother with bothers, it must be said, supposing we agree on what it is. Perhaps it's a word, or an expression? I do hope I haven't heard it before. Repetition does drive me mmmmmmad. Ahh well, perhaps it's best not to offer tea to the snows - they're more partial to fruits and flowers, anyway.

I'm sure I don't know, and if I do then I haven't come forward and consulted myself on the matter! I don't suppose I'm keeping anything from myself, and should be properly stocked on tea (what else could I probably need?)! A snowman?! Why I would like that very much, Miss Alice! I suggest you get here immediately, as I am two days slow, though I plomise I'll catch up!

#~alice

Oh look! It's snowing!

mad-miss-alice-blog

Well, it has been for a few days now, you know! The snow here is so horrendous we can’t even force our front door open, I’m so disappointed - mother keeps reminding me that I have to study but all I want to do is go out and make a snow angel! Perhaps climbing out the upstairs window might work…

But Hatter! How have you been? Are you stuck anywhere, are you freezing? I do hope you’re alright… and the hat shop, is the hat shop okay? I haven’t been able to check up on it since this miserable blizzard started!