As terrible as Mike Johnson is with his sycophantic devotion to the White Christian nationalist personality cult that currently rules the country and the massive part he has played in destroying the idea of the House of Representatives being a co-equal branch of government that jealously protects its Constitutional powers, no matter which party controls the Executive Branch, I think the worst is still probably Kevin McCarthy. It took 15 ballots before he finally won the Speakership, and he was handcuffed from the beginning by making ridiculous concessions to the radicals in his party who kneecapped him every step of the way and removed him from office -- the first time that's ever happened to a Speaker of the House -- before the year was over.
Speaker Johnson is an embarrassment, but McCarthy was a catastrophic failure who was humiliated over and over and over again by people like Matt Fucking Gaetz. Past Speakers like "Uncle" Joe Cannon and Sam Rayburn would have BURIED a creep like Matt Gaetz -- especially considering all the skeletons reportedly in his closet -- if he even coughed in the House chamber without their permission.
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hello!! could i request enemies/rivals to lovers for crewel, crowley, and sam with a male professor who works at rsa? thank you!!
Thank you for the request!! I had a little trouble coming up with a coherent list,,,writing mr. sam's is my personal favorite tho!! (* ^ ^ *)/
commentary in the notes!
Tags: enemies/rivals to lovers, fluff, male!reader, rivalry
Warnings: parallel scenes to Cruella's behavior (Divus' part).
➺ You and him go waaaay way back
➺ Like middle school!
➺ At first, you were friends, but a week didn't even pass and you two became sworn nemesis at your middle school.
➺ Both of you are always competing in various subjects and extracurricular. It isn't even your fault it would always resort to a (metaphorically) open-fire competition with Crowley. In fact, it's his fault.
➺ Whenever you would mind your own business, studying on your own, working hard on your own, he would always step in and try to one-up you.
➺ You swear he's doing it on purpose to get on your nerves.
➺ Throughout your school year in middle school, your rankings will always alternate with each other. You would be first, Crowley would be second; Crowley would be first, you would be second.
➺ And boy when he would rank first, he would rub it in your face
➺ You blame him for tainting your school record. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Someone had to put him in his place," you argued to the school counselor. "Please, consider it as self-defense."
➺ You broke his nose and made him cry. Don't think the school counselor is going to let you off because of that.
➺ By the time you graduate middle school, it was good riddance to Dire Crowley. You didn't have to worry about competing with that bastard crow. You worked hard on your own efforts—you even landed a job at Royal Sword Academy!
➺ Headmaster Ambrose was kind to accept you during their internship. Eventually, he hired you permanently on the job as his assistant.
➺ Life is good....until the inter-school competitions, of course, because that usually means you have to see his stupid, annoying, idiotic face again.
➺ And every time there would be a for-staff-only event during these competitions, you would do everything in your power to dominate him.
➺ lmao dominate
➺ With both your competitiveness, you two are oblivious to your own pettiness. Not to the other staff watching, of course, it was blatantly obvious what kind of chemistry is brewing between the both of you.
➺ The rivalry even extends to both your students (these poor kids-)
➺ Granted, Headmaster Ambrose treats all his students as his own children, but the students of RSA recognize you as their own father as well. Headmaster Crowley, on the other hand, only has a handful of favorites (an attitude of his where you take the chance to criticize him).
➺ RSA students want to make you proud. NRC students don't give a fuck to Crowley and just want to win against them.
➺ Like fathers like children.
➺ During the recent inter-school, you met the Ramshackle Prefect. They seem like a nice kid, but Crowley was quick to whisk them away from you. He resembled a defensive crow and, lo and behold, both of you argued over this little meeting.
➺ There has been a compromise during the competition. It lessened the arguing but it heightened the petty banter. The compromise? The Ramshackle Prefect (volunteered willingly).
➺ They became the peace-making child between two "divorce-but-getting-together-again-maybe" couple (as the staff puts it)
➺ Spending time with the Ramshackle Prefect made you appreciate NRC (which you only despise because Crowley is running the school). Not only that, you learned to see a rare side of Dire Crowley. In turn, he gets to see a side of yours that he...appreciates.
➺ The side that Crowley hides during the majority of his career and you openly show yours: empathy.
➺ With this "fatherly bonding" with the prefect, you wondered why you disliked Crowley. You realized that back in the early period of middle school, the both of you barely argued.
➺ This made you ponder as to what happened between the both of you.
➺ "Don't let personal feelings get in the way of a healthy rivalry," Headmaster Ambrose advised you.
➺ You still wonder if this blooming feeling in your chest could be what he meant.
"That child can be a menace, but I can only blame you for that." Your comment made Crowley turn his nose from you, huffing. The Ramshackle prefect waved goodbye at the two of you for they have important matters to attend to.
"I'm not sure what you mean. I have been kind and gracious to them ever since they were left in my care!" Crowley refuted quite defensively. You rolled your eyes, lips curling into a grin. You felt Crowley stare at you. You tried your best to ignore the heat on your neck.
"If they were left to your care, they would be a prissy stuck-up."
"Oh, shut up."
note: reader here works as an animal language professor!
➺ You heard of each other when you have a similar job in the same industry: fashion.
➺ You were more of an assistant rather than a protege under your boss. She was well-known as the "Iron Fist" of the fashion industry. She wouldn't take any amateur fashion designer under her care. Crewel, for this matter, was an exception.
➺ He stuck around your boss for the most part until eventually, he started "rebelling" against her principles.
➺ You witnessed what you believed was his downfall and desperation. Although you wish to commend him for forging his own path, it was hard to, for you see the devilish madness he's leading himself to.
> The disagreement between the both of you eventually made you lose respect for him.
➺ But he is such a charming man with loads of potential. You didn't want to give up on being acquainted with him. However, fate kept putting you against each other that you doubt there will be a chance of anything else other than that.
➺ Your respect for him plummeted deeper when you found out what "special fabric" he has been using to create wonderful and amazing articles of clothing.
➺ The pursuit after Divus Crewel was hassling. When you two faced off for the last time, he accused you of mucking dirt on his good name, and that he has the rights for his artistic liberties.
➺ In your eyes, he was absolutely insane.
➺ "SKINNING DOGS IS NOT A FORM OF ARTISTIC LIBERTY, DIVUS!" | "OH, BUT ON REPTILES IT IS?"
➺ You figured that's where your bad blood with him comes from. Because, ever since you worked as a professor at Royal Sword Academy, your fight or flight mode activates when you see him.
➺ You swear you can hear the Three Fates laughing at you for they made you rivals with him again.
➺ Inter-school competitions are hell because you wanted nothing more than to avoid him like the plague. Crewel states that he placed the past behind him, but you swore he enjoys watching you or your students make the tiniest mistake during the competition.
➺ His pettiness infuriates you that winning first place as usual just does not cut it. If it's a fight he wants then a fight he gets. You will not allow his awfully charming smirk to vex you any further.
➺ Not even when you're put in compromising situations with him. You will not let yourself squirm under his gaze.
➺ To be honest, you're not even sure of your own feelings. Being petty, outperforming each other, and being defensive against each other is second nature. Yet, deep down, you know it's tiring. You wonder if it's pride that keeps you two from standing on the same ground.
➺ Maybe that ground is found in the 101 dalmatians that Divus has in his manor when he invited you over.
➺ Great Sevens, your profession in animal language got triggered.
➺ Divus called you to his manor to have a friendly reunion. Even pettiness can be tiring, it seems. Still, you were suspicious of him owning a hundred and one dalmatians that you couldn't help but talk to the dogs.
➺ Surprisingly, all 101 of them show no sign of apprehension, supporting their claims of Crewel being such an amazing father. One of the small puppies even made you blush with the question if you're their new father
➺ Judging by Crewel's expression, you don't think he'll be opposed to that.
"So you won't...turn them into coats?" You cautiously asked, cradling an armful of puppies that yips for your attention.
Crewel looked offended at your suggestion. "I'm not barbaric, sir," he defended. Then he took a sip of his tea. "I'm creative."
"And still mad, it seems." You say this disheartened, but the fluttering feeling in your chest says otherwise.
➺ Out of the two men, your rivalry with Sam is the LEAST pettiness and leans more into the flirty and playful side
➺ You first met during a bazaar in New Orleans. Competition is thick, but you didn't mind it. It's a chance for you to showcase the uniqueness of your business and charm
➺ It wasn't hard to gather customers thanks to your "sales charisma" so to speak. It even attracted the attention of your rival stall belonging to a tall (and equally charming) man: Sam!
➺ Neighboring stalls, onlookers, and customers felt a wave of energy similar to this:
➺ Pleasantries and formalities were exchanged (as well as your names), but there was a challenging tone in both your words. When it comes to doing business, the air of professionalism is there, but anyone within a mile radius knows that there is something more happening behind the sales talk.
➺ Instead of feeling annoyed at being one-upped, you felt impressed (and shocked) with the variety of products Sam bought with him. It only motivated you to pull your aces out of your sleeves and pockets that sure wowed the crowd.
➺ It might be the high of achievement, but you were sure you saw his eyes twinkle at you. Sam tipped his hat as means of proclaiming your victory. You won this round, but he won't go easy on you next time.
➺ You won't admit it out loud but you wished that next time would come quicker. Sure, being a shopkeeper at RSA is peaceful with all the nice and obedient kids around, but remembering his boisterous voice made you miss him.
➺ Thank your Grand Princesses because, during the inter-school competition, you get to meet him again!
➺ This time, the level of charisma rose tremendously. Both of you worked your throats and hearts off to capture the attention (and madols) of possible customers.
➺ Granted, Sam would make a few quips here and there about your marketing style. His friends from the Other Side would make you embarrass yourself in front of customers by sneaking up behind you!
➺ Ah, but you get back at him during breaks. Sam thinks he knows every trick in the book, but you would manage to catch him off guard every time.
➺ You would tease each other out loud, too. This became more of a highlight to the visitors that the other stalls held by students got overlooked.
➺ "There isn't room for two devilish men, good sir!" | "Speak for yourself, Mr. Sam."
➺ The students are tired at these two adult men and their sales-flirting.
"Can I get a waffle?" The tired Ignihyde student mumbled in front of the stall. You would have attended immediately to him, but you were quite occupied proving Sam that you're better at endorsing magic cards than he is.
Unfortunately, this little competition of yours gets you distracted. The lack of distance between the two of you is obvious. The Ignihyde student slumped into his hoodie, a bit frustrated. "Can I please get a waffle?"
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Sam Rayburn, during his time as Speaker of the US House of Representatives By Douglas Chandor - http://history.house.gov/Collection/Detail/29447?ret=True, Public Domain, [source]
Sam Rayburn
Mr. Speaker, Mr. Sam
Working and Learning
Born in 1887 in Tennessee, Sam Rayburn grew up on a cotton farm in Bonham, Texas. At 18, he attended East Texas Normal School, completing his degree in two years while also teaching school to earn the money to pay for his college. He taught for a couple of years after graduating before pursuing a different dream: law and politics. At only 24, Rayburn was elected to the Texas House of Representatives in 1906. While serving in the legislature, Rayburn also attended the Law School at the University of Texas, passing the bar in 1908.
Speaker of the Texas House
In 1911, Rayburn narrowly won election as Speaker of the Texas House of Representatives. One of his first moves was request the appointment of a special committee to determine the “duties and rights of the speaker.” As it turned out, the Speaker had enormous power which had gone largely untapped. Rayburn used this power to preside over a well-run progressive session. This would not be Rayburn’s last term as Speaker, though the next would require a change of scenery.
Sam Rayburn, 1937. By Harris & Ewing, photographer - Library of Congress Catalog: https://lccn.loc.gov/2016871300 Original url: https://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/2016871300/, Public Domain
The National Stage
In 1912, Rayburn won election as a Democrat to the Fourth Texas District of the US House, where he would serve for the next 49 years. Rayburn was assisted by another powerful Texan, John Nance Garner, who helped Rayburn make connections and get appointed to powerful committees. In 1937, he became the Democratic Majority Leader, then, in 1940, he became Speaker of the US House of Representatives, a position he retained, except for a few interruptions for Republican controlled sessions, until his death. Almost immediately, Rayburn proved his leadership, helping Roosevelt keep the US Military intact on the eve of World War II, when isolationists would have let it lapse. He would go on to be key in obtaining funding and keeping secrecy for the Manhattan Project. After the war, Rayburn would continue to be a giant in the House, often collaborating with fellow Texan, Senator Lyndon Baines Johnson, to muscle legislation through Congress, including one of the first civil rights bills.
Sam Rayburn’s 1947 Cadillac Fleetwood Series 62, gifted to him by his fellow congressmen. By Michael Barera, CC BY-SA 4.0, [source]
Mr. Sam
Rayburn was personable, preferring private meetings to public confrontations, and kept a middle-of-the-road stance during several polarizing times. He was known for being unbribable, refusing any donations larger that $25. When Republicans gained control of Congress in 1947, Rayburn lost the use of the car provided for the Speaker. To show their appreciation, 142 Democratic congressmen and 50 Republican congressmen pooled $25 checks to purchase him a new car. Rayburn accepted the car, but returned the checks from the Republican congressmen, since he felt it would be a conflict of interest as he was continuing to serve as Democratic Minority Leader. Rayburn came into the legislature when Wilson was president and died in 1961 during the Kennedy administration. Altogether, Rayburn served 17 years as the Speaker of the House, the longest ever. In Washington, D.C. and throughout Texas, people fondly remember “Mr. Sam.”
Senate Majority Leader Lyndon B. Johnson and House Speaker Sam Rayburn at celebration of Speaker Rayburn's birthday by the Women's Democratic Club of Washington, D.C., January 6, 1956.
