{Wednesday} ~ Impossible
Today's word is impossible. Your challenge is to share a picture that represents the concept to you-- whether it's something impossible to do, someone impossible to deal with, a goal you don't think you'll ever reach..... All interpretations welcome.
Muse: Alice Liddell
Canon: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass
Words: 327
{{OOC: Also, I ship it (in most adaptations).}}
I've found many things I once thought were impossible are not: they're merely improbable-or perhaps not likely. For example, stampeding mome raths. One wouldn’t think the dear little things likely to panic and run amok, but they will if frightened enough (it may be the most colourful stampede to be witnessed, as well). Thankfully, a bit of plum-cake is able to calm them for the most part. Another thing I thought was impossible was Florence and Isabella Whitlock being kind (at best they are civil and often cloying, at worst they are rather spiteful). At an assembly last summer, however, I actually saw them comfort an acquaintance who had been disappointed (a suitor had been engaged to another).
No, something that often seems quite impossible is dealing with a certain haberdasher.
He's quite mercurial which can be aggravating (pun not intended, as he isn't actually suffering from mercury poisoning. I suppose his workshop must be better ventilated than those in England. Tea-addled, perhaps). I haven't an exact notion of his age (as most Wonderlandians celebrate unbirthdays instead of their proper birthdate. Just the mention of a birthday is enough to send some of them into a nervous frenzy-as if it were a communicable disease or similar), but most of the time he acts far younger than me. Sometimes I doubt he'd recognise Maturity even if it were invited to tea.
He teases far too much, makes personal remarks, can be argumentative, has a temper, and borders on overly rude. Not all this can be explained away by the "artistic temperament" claim, though he is rather talented at his trade.
(On occasion, however, he can be quite agreeable. I had a lovely time at the St Valentine’s Day party, for instance. At his best, Mr Hatter is caring and sympathetic, but it isn't a side one sees of him often.)
And I hardly ever am permitted to actually finish a cup of tea at his tea-parties.
Muse: Alice Liddell
Canon: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass
Words: 327
{{OOC: Also, I ship it (in most adaptations).}}
I've found many things I once thought were impossible are not: they're merely improbable-or perhaps not likely. For example, stampeding mome raths. One wouldn’t think the dear little things likely to panic and run amok, but they will if frightened enough (it may be the most colourful stampede to be witnessed, as well). Thankfully, a bit of plum-cake is able to calm them for the most part. Another thing I thought was impossible was Florence and Isabella Whitlock being kind (at best they are civil and often cloying, at worst they are rather spiteful). At an assembly last summer, however, I actually saw them comfort an acquaintance who had been disappointed (a suitor had been engaged to another).
No, something that often seems quite impossible is dealing with a certain haberdasher.
He's quite mercurial which can be aggravating (pun not intended, as he isn't actually suffering from mercury poisoning. I suppose his workshop must be better ventilated than those in England. Tea-addled, perhaps). I haven't an exact notion of his age (as most Wonderlandians celebrate unbirthdays instead of their proper birthdate. Just the mention of a birthday is enough to send some of them into a nervous frenzy-as if it were a communicable disease or similar), but most of the time he acts far younger than me. Sometimes I doubt he'd recognise Maturity even if it were invited to tea.
He teases far too much, makes personal remarks, can be argumentative, has a temper, and borders on overly rude. Not all this can be explained away by the "artistic temperament" claim, though he is rather talented at his trade.
(On occasion, however, he can be quite agreeable. I had a lovely time at the St Valentine’s Day party, for instance. At his best, Mr Hatter is caring and sympathetic, but it isn't a side one sees of him often.)
And I hardly ever am permitted to actually finish a cup of tea at his tea-parties.