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Hi my name is Patrick Branwell Brontë and I have wild firey ginger hair (that’s how I got my name) with bangs that I brush upwards to help my height and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Northangerland (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Lord Byron but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a Victorian man but my teeth are mostly straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also an author, and I write novels and stories from all around Haworth, especially The Black Bull pub (I’m also a poet). I’m an artist too (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly greens and browns. I love alcohol and my OCs - they inspire all my clothing choices. For example today I was wearing a little green coat, brown tight trousers, and my tiny oval glasses. I was walking to The Black Bull pub. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. My sisters stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

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Yeah! You! Are you proud of yourself, eh? Wangling money out of a blind man, a man practically in his seventies.

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Odd references indicate the daily routine of life at the parsonage at this time. Breakfast — at least for Emily and Anne — was oatmeal porridge — a somewhat surprising choice to the fastidious Ellen. A portion of this meal was always reserved by them for the dog, Grasper, which appears to have been a terrier of some kind. In the afternoons the young people would walk out on the moors if the weather was favourable. Emily — her reserve temporarily forgotten — Anne and Branwell would go ahead, fording the streams and placing stepping-stones for Charlotte and Ellen who followed in their wake.

— The Brontës by Juliet Barker, 1994.

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I need to remember to go back and post the best quotes from The Brontës (delicious super interesting biography about the family I'm 500 pages in there is NO going back) because not only that family was superbly adept in the timeless game of 'let's write 230 small books about our childhood imaginary lands', which I appreciate and reminds me of childhood with my cousins, but they also hated working (especially as a tutor or governess, the main/only careers the sisters could aspire to) with a passion that speaks to my soul.

The moment Charlotte stops being intellectually challenged by her new place of work she starts writing to her friends and family how absolutely idiotic the students are, and how her (female) boss is kind of insufferable though it's not really her fault. Emily started boarding school and hated it so much she got herself deadly sick before the first term ended, only to recover when she was back home. Anne probably thought murdering the spoiled kids of her first job could be counted as self defense. Charlotte falls in love with a Catholic (!!!! the Brontës were super Protestant) married man who teaches her French and helps her polish her writing and the consequent crisis is so bad she considers converting to Catholicism just to confess her sins (love) to a random Belgian Catholic priest in confession.

Branwell sends 2345 letters to literary magazines and they get back to him like. 32 times in total. 21 year old Charlotte writes to Coleridge's son and the fucker tells her to reign in her imagination and consider a proper profession instead of a literary career. The four siblings routinely resign from their jobs or get fired altogether because they clearly Can't Take It Anymore. Their father is 66 with an average of 300+ marriages and funerals and baptisms to attend to but he still has time to advocate for: abrogation of the death penalty (yay), defusing the Catholic threat (he was Irish), getting kids to school (YAY), praise the Tories/fuck them Whigs (uhm). On multiple occasions acquaintances say Charlotte/Emily was not that bad but the siblings were so clearly Going Through it when forced to socialise outside of their family and small social circle that it was best for everyone if they never invited them again. Branwell, the only son, was considered the genius of the family (and he was very talented) yet the whole reason I'm reading so much about them is that his sisters wrote some of the best novels of their centuries. What a blast