#sam howe

@parkersrevenge requested some 90s sitcom (full house specifically) Boston Gang doodles 

commission for @ice---queen !!

"Thanks, Sam" "You're hopeless, Charlie"

a connection between Sophia Peabody Hawthorne and Sam Howe I somehow didn't notice before??? @parkersrevenge

Two Noble Lives by Laura E. Richards

“Look at this. Look at how heavily Oliver writes,” Sam exclaimed, thrusting a paper in font of Charles. Charles took it, glanced over it—it was only a brief, light-hearted poem—and handed it back. “Was I supposed to see something special about that?” “Didn’t you notice his handwriting?” “It was very neat?” “Well, yeah, but is that all you saw?” “Umm…yes?” Sam sighed dramatically. “Haven’t you listened to anything I’ve told you about graphology?” “I’ve heard it all…” Charles trailed off. Sam sighed again and sat down beside him, holding up Oliver’s poem once more. “Look, do you see how far forward his letters slant? That means he’s an energetic, assertive, confident person.” “I can’t argue with that.” “And the way he connects his letters, the low, confident swoops, that’s garland style—that shows warmth in his character—“ “Warmth? What do you mean?” “A warm personality,” Sam explained impatiently, “Not quite a fiery one, but not placid either. And look at how deep he writes, how hard he must press on the pen. That shows a lot of emotional energy.” “You get all that from his handwriting?” “Yes. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you; graphology is amazing. We express ourselves in ways we don’t even realize—a complete stranger could understand our personality just from a scrap of our handwriting.” “But don’t you think your conclusions might be biased from knowing Oliver so well already?” “Not biased—just confirmed.” “Haven’t you ever seen exceptions? Have you ever found someone whose personality didn’t match their handwriting, according to this?” “No. Our handwriting is so intimately connected to who we are that I imagine it’s impossible for this method to make mistakes.” Charles tried to keep the skepticism from his features, but Sam must have seen it anyways. “Okay, it’s hard to believe when you’ve only seen one example—why not let me analyze your handwriting?” “Mine?” “Yes, yours. Then you can see firsthand how accurate it is.” “So—what? You want me to go find something I’ve written recently?” “Never mind that, here just write something on the back of this.” “”What should I--?” “Anything, just make sure it’s a few lines long.” After thinking it over for a moment, Charles wrote out a stanza of one of his favorite poems. He had scarcely set the pen aside before Sam had snatched the paper back and started poring over it. It only took a few moments for him to reach his conclusions. “Here, your letters are mostly vertical, but a few of them, like here—and here—have a slight forward slant. That shows you’re pretty good at keeping yourself in check, but occasionally you allow a burst of confidence to show through. And your letters are a little larger than average; that means you’re an extrovert.” “I don’t know about that—“ “You are, trust me. You’d much rather be hanging out with your friends than hanging out alone.” Charles had to acknowledge the truth of that. Still, he was not convinced that Sam would have known it from his handwriting alone. “You have pretty good spacing between your letters and your words. If I remember correctly, that means you have a generous spirit. Or maybe it’s independence? Or it could be both, I’m not sure. You’re not too heavy-handed, like Oliver—just an average amount of pressure on the pen. That means you’re an anchored person. It can also mean you have clear perception and a good memory.” “And what,” interrupted Charles, who was beginning to be uncomfortable under such scrutiny, “does it mean if someone’s handwriting is as illegible as yours?” Sam shoved him playfully and stood, muttering “hopeless” as he walked away.

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore...