#Christmas 1862

[ckc4me]

Christmas 1862, Part 3: "My home is in the bivouac." A Civil War Christmas

Although we do not honor the cause McCabe fought for, or the banner he fought under, we may still honor those American soldiers who served honorably and well and commemorate in word and deed the trials and travail which soldiers on both sides endured.

William Gordon McCabe, was a soldier in the Confederate Army, and in the postwar era a noted Latin scholar with the University of Virginia. In December of 1862 he was moved to write this poem expressing his feelings while on guard duty in winter bivouac around Christmas of that year. It is known as “Christmas, 1862” and occasionally by its last line, “My Home is in the Bivouacs.” Although we do…

[oldpaintings]

Einsame Weihnachten (A Lonely Christmas/Lonesome Christmas) by Oskar Freiwirth-Lützow (German, 1862--1925)

[vidavalor]

Fraternizing

There is some historical context to the 1862 scene that I think might be of interest to quite a few of you, if it's not something you already know. It deals with the evolution in meaning of the word fraternizing.

In 1862, the word fraternizing did not have any sexual connotation whatsoever. Like the words fraternal and fraternity, fraternizing comes from the Latin fraternus, which means brotherly. It was, originally, a very specifically non-sexual word that meant to bond as brothers, either by blood or by choice.

It is from this that it developed its definition as a military term meaning to be on friendly terms with enemy soldiers. The first known use of fraternizing in that way, though, was as a then-apparently-relatively new term that was first recorded in 1897, some 35 years after the 1862 scene. Fraternizing apparently didn't really fully come into common use as a military term until during and after WW1, though, when it was used to describe actions by soldiers during the Christmas Armistice of 1914.

It isn't until after World War II that the word fraternizing developed a sexual connotation. Then, it had evolved across several Allied armies to mean to have sex with women in enemy countries. No one is entirely sure how this word that was so absolutely about brotherhood and nothing else came to refer to sex across enemy lines but the most common theory is that it began amongst the soldiers as sarcasm over the military definition of fraternizing being condemning soldiers for viewing those of the opposing armies as human. The idea is that they were probably using the same word because of the military frowning on relationships with people in enemy countries in a general way, whether that was a sexual relationship or a non-sexual one. It's off of this connotation that we get the other, modern one, where the word fraternizing is sometimes used with relationship to company policies regarding social interaction, both in a general way and with regards to sexual relationships, in workplace environments.

Anyway, the point is that, in 1862, when Crowley is asking Aziraphale for holy water in the park where they could be overheard, it causes Aziraphale to need to reply in such a way that he needs to find a word to describe his relationship with Crowley that could be overheard by people working for Heaven/Hell. Aziraphale is worried then that Heaven/Hell will find out about them. He knows that, if they get caught, they'd have a far better chance of surviving it if they could play their relationship off as sibling-like because Aziraphale thinks (and likely isn't wrong) that they are as good as dead if Heaven/Hell finds out that they're lovers.

In 1862, the fact that fraternizing only meant brotherly was why Aziraphale landed on that choice of word, even if his tone of voice doesn't quite successfully sell it.

Crowley being upset with that choice of words is because he knows that they both know that 'brotherly' is a wildly inaccurate description of their relationship. Crowley is in a low place in 1862 and other dialogue in the scene suggests that they're struggling a bit with that relationship, which is probably why Crowley is vulnerable enough to challenge that word choice in the open park. The inaccurate description is the reason for the sarcastic way Crowley uses fraternizing in his reply. He's angry because they are not brothers, they are lovers.

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Oskar Freiwirth-Lützow (German, 1862–1925) - Lonely Christmas

[onceuponatown]

The history of Christmas traditions kept evolving throughout the 19th century, when most of the familiar components of the modern Christmas including St. Nicholas, Santa Claus, and Christmas trees, became popular. The changes in how Christmas was celebrated were so profound that it's safe to say someone alive in 1800 would not even recognize the Christmas celebrations held in 1900.

Washington Irving and St. Nicholas

Early Dutch settlers of New York considered St. Nicholas to be their patron saint and practiced a yearly ritual of hanging stockings to receive presents on St. Nicholas Eve, in early December. Washington Irving, in his fanciful History of New York, mentioned that St. Nicholas had a wagon he could ride “over the tops of trees” when he brought “his yearly presents to children.”

The Dutch word “Sinterklaas” for St. Nicholas evolved into the English “Santa Claus,” thanks in part to a New York City printer, William Gilley, who published an anonymous poem referring to “Santeclaus” in a children’s book in 1821. The poem was also the first mention of a character based on St. Nicholas having a sleigh, in this case, pulled by a single reindeer.

Clement Clarke Moore and The Night Before Christmas

Perhaps the best-known poem in the English language is “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” or as it’s often called, “The Night Before Christmas.” Its author, Clement Clarke Moore, a professor who owned an estate on the west side of Manhattan, would have been quite familiar with the St. Nicholas traditions followed in early 19th century New York. The poem was first published, anonymously, in a newspaper in Troy, New York, on December 23, 1823.

Reading the poem today, one might assume that Moore simply portrayed the common traditions. Yet he actually did something quite radical by changing some of the traditions while also describing features that were entirely new.

For instance, the St. Nicholas gift giving would have taken place on December 5, the eve of St. Nicholas Day. Moore moved the events he describes to Christmas Eve. He also came up with the concept of “St. Nick” having eight reindeer, each of them with a distinctive name.

Charles Dickens and A Christmas Carol

The other great work of Christmas literature from the 19th century is A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. In writing the tale of Ebenezer Scrooge, Dickens wanted to comment on greed in Victorian Britain. He also made Christmas a more prominent holiday and permanently associated himself with Christmas celebrations.

Dickens was inspired to write his classic story after speaking to working people in the industrial city of Manchester, England, in early October 1843. He wrote A Christmas Carol quickly, and when it appeared in bookstores the week before Christmas 1843 it began to sell very well.

The book crossed the Atlantic and began to sell in America in time for Christmas 1844, and became extremely popular. When Dickens made his second trip to America in 1867 crowds clamored to hear him read from A Christmas Carol. His tale of Scrooge and the true meaning of Christmas had become an American favorite. The story has never been out of print, and Scrooge is one of the best-known characters in literature.

Santa Claus Drawn by Thomas Nast

The famed American cartoonist Thomas Nast is generally credited as having invented the modern depiction of Santa Claus. Nast, who had worked as a magazine illustrator and created campaign posters for Abraham Lincoln in 1860, was hired by Harper’s Weekly in 1862. For the Christmas season, he was assigned to draw the magazine’s cover, and legend has it that Lincoln himself requested a depiction of Santa Claus visiting Union troops.

The resulting cover, from Harper’s Weekly dated January 3, 1863, was a hit. It shows Santa Claus on his sleigh, which has arrived at a U.S. Army camp festooned with a “Welcome Santa Claus” sign.

Santa’s suit features the stars and stripes of the American flag, and he’s distributing Christmas packages to the soldiers. One soldier is holding up a new pair of socks, which might be a boring present today, but would have been a highly prized item in the Army of the Potomac.

Beneath Nast's illustration was the caption, “Santa Claus In Camp.” Appearing not long after the carnage at Antietam and Fredericksburg, the magazine cover is an apparent attempt to boost morale in a dark time.

The Santa Claus illustrations proved so popular that Thomas Nast kept drawing them every year for decades. He is also credited with creating the notion that Santa lived at the North Pole and kept a workshop manned by elves. The figure of Santa Claus endured, with the version drawn by Nast becoming the accepted standard version of the character. By the early 20th century the Nast-inspired version of Santa became a very common figure in advertising.

Prince Albert and Queen Victoria Made Christmas Trees Fashionable

The tradition of the Christmas tree came from Germany, and there are accounts of early 19th century Christmas trees in America, but the custom wasn’t widespread outside German communities.

The Christmas tree first gained popularity in British and American society thanks to the husband of Queen Victoria, the German-born Prince Albert. He installed a decorated Christmas tree at Windsor Castle in 1841, and woodcut illustrations of the Royal Family’s tree appeared in London magazines in 1848. Those illustrations, published in America a year later, created the fashionable impression of the Christmas tree in upper-class homes.

By the late 1850s reports of Christmas trees were appearing in American newspapers. And in the years following the Civil War ordinary American households celebrated the season by decorating a Christmas tree.

The first electric Christmas tree lights appeared in the 1880s, thanks to an associate of Thomas Edison, but were too costly for most households. Most people in the 1800s lit their Christmas trees with small candles.

The First White House Christmas Tree

The first Christmas tree in the White House was displayed in 1889, during the presidency of Benjamin Harrison. The Harrison family, including his young grandchildren, decorated the tree with toy soldiers and glass ornaments for their small family gathering.

There are some reports of president Franklin Pierce displaying a Christmas tree in the early 1850s. But the stories of a Pierce tree are vague and there doesn't seem to be contemporaneous mentions in newspapers of the time.

Benjamin Harrison's Christmas cheer was closely documented in newspaper accounts. An article on the front page of the New York Times on Christmas Day 1889 detailed the lavish presents he was going to give his grandchildren. And though Harrison was generally regarded as a fairly serious person, he vigorously embraced the Christmas spirit.

Not all subsequent presidents continued the tradition of having a Christmas tree in the White House. By the middle of the 20th century, White House Christmas trees became established. And over the years it has evolved into an elaborate and very public production.

The first National Christmas Tree was placed on The Ellipse, an area just south of the White House, in 1923, and the lighting of it was presided over by President Calvin Coolidge. The lighting of the National Christmas Tree has become quite a large annual event, typically presided over by the current president and members of the First Family.

Yes, Virginia, There Is a Santa Claus

In 1897 an eight-year-old girl in New York City wrote to a newspaper, the New York Sun, asking if her friends, who doubted the existence of Santa Claus, were right. An editor at the newspaper, Francis Pharcellus Church, responded by publishing, on September 21, 1897, an unsigned editorial. The response to the little girl has become the most famous newspaper editorial ever printed.

The second paragraph is often quoted:

"Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS."

Church’s eloquent editorial asserting the existence of Santa Claus seemed a fitting conclusion to a century that began with modest observances of St. Nicholas and ended with the foundations of the modern Christmas season firmly intact.

By the end of the 19th century, the essential components of a modern Christmas, from Santa to the story of Scrooge to strings of electric lights were firmly established in America.

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[thefugitivesaint]

Gaston Bussiere (1862-1929), 'Salome', ''The Tatler'', Christmas Issue, 1925 Source

[valesyart]

✨ "You'll catch a cold, dear." Backstory: To make amends for the "holy water" refusal of 1862, in 1906 Aziraphale invited Crowley to the theater for the Christmas nutcracker show. They had missed each other very much. ♥️✨ + a little comic sketch on my reel, in witch Azi make a sly proposal :D Recently I saw Wilde and I definitely wanted to draw them with Edwardian style dresses. 🤭🎩Azi looks a lot like Robbie Ross! 😂

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[aziraphales-library]

Hello beautiful mods! Thank you for the amazing job you’re doing for this fandom ❤️

Do you know any fics about what Aziraphale was doing in the gentlemens club in the late 1880s? Preferably E or M rated 😇

Hi! We have some discreet gentlemen's club fics here. And I've got some E-rated ones for you now...

A dear friend of mine by UnproblematicMe (E)

After his fight with Aziraphale he had taken a little nap, only a few decades mind you, and awoke to the rumors that Mr. Fell was part of an illustrious group of “confirmed bachelors”.

Souvenir by miraworos (E)

Twenty years after their argument over holy water, Crowley goes to the Christmas party at Aziraphale's gentlemen's club to check on the angel. He tries to stay obscured in the shadows, but Aziraphale catches him anyway, and takes him to an out-of-the-way alcove for a private...um...chat.

Gentlemen's Club by Caedmon (E)

"I used to think about you in there, fucking humans, and it would make me nearly insane with jealousy. I wanted to storm in there and scare all of them away from you, then fuck you myself.” “I see,” Aziraphale said from behind his wineglass. His eyes were twinkling. “And that’s the next fantasy you’d like to act out?” “Yeah. I… yeah.” “Well, I’m certainly agreeable. How do you want to go about it?”

Conspire to Ignite by Tangela (E)

They had had their falling out, and Crowley had slept off the rest of the century. Or at least, he'd tried to. Perhaps it was time he visited one of those discreet gentlemen's clubs that Aziraphale had always been trying to invite him to. A short story of longing, miscommunication and an eventual happily ever after. (Or, an alternate take on what happened between 1862 and 1941.)

The After-Hours Do by haleinedelail (E)

Crowley can quite plainly see that Aziraphale has got himself into some kind of trouble, which of course, sets his teeth on edge... but the angel won't say why. All the demon knows is that it's something to do with that discreet gentleman's club in Portland Place. Something there is amiss, and it's more than just a bunch of grown men learning the Gavotte together. Crowley is mischievous but (bite your tongue!) nice, and something about that combination has never allowed him just to let it go, when Aziraphale needs help... even when Aziraphale isn't fully aware he needs help. Spying, bickering, and Victorian-ness ensue.

- Mod D

[marzipanandminutiae]

antique dolls go through a lot over the years and are frequently damaged as they get older

except this one doll currently for sale on Ruby Lane called Cora, who was given to a little girl named Florence for Christmas 1862 only for Florence to take her to bed on Christmas night, fall out of bed, and promptly break her porcelain head presumably less than 24 hours after receiving her

people have always been people

[thepaintedroom]

Marcel Ryder (French, 1862 –1942) • Decorating the Christmas Tree • 1898

[huariqueje]

Christmas    -    C   Muller , 1914

Austrian , 1862 - 1938

Oil on canvas, 70.5 x 55.5 cm.

[ckc4me]

Christmas 1862, Part 2: Home Sweet Home. A Civil War Christmas

Christmas 1862, Part 2: Home Sweet Home. A Civil War Christmas

Louis Prang’s somewhat romanticized portrayal of Christmas in 1862. Many a Union soldier wished the food were that abundant at the front. Back east both armies had had enough fighting at Fredericksburg before Christmas to satisfy the politicians, and so Christmas Day, as cold and snowy as it was, came as peaceful relief. Not so in the western Confederacy. Out west, Christmas Day was anything…

[xoxoavenger]

When You Are Young

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

summary: Vintage tee, brand new phone/High heels on cobblestones/When you are young, they assume you know nothing/Sequin smile, black lipstick/Sensual politics/When you are young, they assume you know nothing

word count: 1862

warnings: reader has uncaring family (no physical abuse)

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She was sitting nicely at the Country Club, head resting on a closed fist and pretending to be interested in what her father was saying. He wouldn't let her be on her phone, a lesson she learned the hard way when she went to text JJ back and her father had gotten so angry they left immediately and she couldn't have her phone for a week.

She moved her eyes to roam slightly, taking in the beach and the perfect green grass and the workers all in their suits and JJ and the flowers and-

JJ.

Her eyes widened and she sat up slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. He was sneaking around the grass, staying out of sight of all the other kooks who laughed delicately and sipped their wine and didn't have anything better to do.

"I have to go to the bathroom." She said suddenly, ignoring the way her mother glared. She winked at JJ before walking into the building, hoping her parents didn't see him following her but not caring at all if they somehow did.

She was barely in the girls bathroom when JJ attacked her in a hug, kissing her neck and cheek as she giggled and put her arms around his neck. She had seen him only yesterday, but this seemed like forever ago after practically living together the first part of the summer. She told her parents she was staying with Kie while Kiara told her parents she was staying with Y/N, which caused problems when after not coming home for two and a half weeks they finally talked.

Y/N tripped over her heels, JJ holding her to himself around the waist and causing them both to fall a little bit before JJ stopped them. He grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted it up to palm her ass, picking her up and putting her up on the counter.

"J, this is a public bathroom." She was mostly teasing, because she knows that they'd hear the high stilettos of anyone who wanted to come into the bathroom long before they came in.

"Does it look like I give a shit?" JJ asked, sighing as she hooked her ankles behind his back, pulling him close.

"I have never known you to give a shit." She chuckles, causing him to smile as he leans in and kisses her deeply.

"Why are you here?" She asks, almost regretting it because she knows that they have a minute left.

"I haven't seen you in too long. I want you to come back to the Chateau." He whines, and she frowns.

"I can't believe I let my parents catch me." She lets JJ help her down, fixing her hair.

"It'll be okay." She lets herself look at his face while soaking in the last couple seconds they have.

When she goes back to the table, her parents are talking to different people. She doesn't really know what to do, either not liking or not knowing anyone her age there. She watched JJ run away, trying to evade security, but once he was gone she was alone.

She walks up to her mom, who pays no attention to her. They're talking about some type of magazine and it's contents this month, and it isn't until her mothers friend turned to her that she was finally allowed to participate.

"Y/N doesn't know about these things yet." Her mother laughed, and Y/N felt her face heat. How could her mother embarrass her like this, especially in front of her own friends? And what was she supposed to say to that? She didn't know that much about what was 'in season' or what she was supposed to wear. She put on what her mother told her to when she was forced to attend outings with her family, but otherwise she didn't really care.

This led to her acting out at Halloween, deciding to stray from her mother's theme of Disney. Her family always won the group costume, and this year she knew her siblings would be dressed as princesses and princes - despite their annoyed sighs and the fact that they would change as soon as they left the Country Club - and her mother would be a queen, her father a king. Y/N was staring at the beautiful dress on her bed, mourning it for a moment. She would even be inclined to wear it if her mother's words didn't replay during every moment of her routine during the day. So instead, with the help of Sarah and Kie, Y/N went for the most opposite thing she could find, making sure she could match JJ.

They would be Sandy and Danny. But not from Summer Nights, where she wore a flowy skirt and a blouse. No, she was wearing tight jeans and an even tighter shirt, her black leather jacket popping against them.

Her mother was going to hate her.

"Y/N, we have to go!" Her mother called out, but Y/N knew she couldn't leave with her mother; she'd just be forced to change.

"I'll take my own car! Just gotta finish up!" Timing was perfect, it seemed, as just that moment JJ climbed through her open window, rolling on the floor and standing quickly, a strand of gelled back hair falling into his eyes. She smiled, taking in his matching costume.

"You look," JJ said as the door downstairs slammed shut and everyone headed to the car.

"Not as good as you." Y/N smiled as he pulled her close, hands around her hips and her's around his neck.

"Better." He leaned forward to kiss her, smudging her lipstick slightly while she messed up his hair.

"It would be better if you would just come with me to the Club." They had talked about it before, how she would either be kicked out or leave early to go to the party the Pouges were throwing after.

"I think that'd just speed run the process of you getting kicked out." JJ laughs, kissing her once more. "Now, fix your makeup, and then you can show up in real style - on the back of my bike." Y/N throws her head back in laugher and moves away as JJ releases her, letting her fix her makeup as he fixes his hair over her reflection. A couple minutes later they're on his bike, her arms tight around him. When they get to the Country Club, music is blasting.

"I'll see you soon." JJ tells her with a smirk as she takes the helmet off, smiling at him. No one has noticed her arrival, not yet, but they will. Y/N thinks she can't wait to see what Kiara and Sarah have planned to leave early, or if they'll even show up.

Y/N strides in, heart racing slightly, but she doesn't feel regret. She smiles at the bouncers, who hide their surprise well. She knows they recognize her - they do let her in anyway. It's once she gets pass them that people begin to stare openly. No one drops their drink or gasps, it's not that dramatic, but she knows they all whisper as soon as she walks past.

It's once she gets to her mother that she thinks maybe, just maybe, she should have gone along with the theme during this one part and sneak away later.

The lady her mother is talking catches Y/N's eyes and her smile drops slowly, her eyes widening. When her mother notices, she turns and looks at what could cause her friend to frown so quickly.

Her face goes from shock to anger so quickly that Y/N for a moment lets her smile falter.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Her mother seethed through her teeth as soon as Y/N was close enough to hear.

"I'm Sandy," Y/N starts, trying to stand tall. There was a reason she was doing this. Her mother didn't listen, treated her like a child even though she was well past that. A thought ran through her head, that her family could kick her out. For a moment, before she remembered that her family was only about saving face, she wondered if her mother would do it.

"What happened to the dress that I had made for you?" Y/N feels sorry for only a moment, because that dress was truly the only reason she wouldn't want to go against her mother.

"I'm sorry, I must not have understood." Y/N smiled sweetly, making her mother even more angry. "Too much of a child, apparently."

"Go home and change." Her mother plasters as smile on her face, one that matches Y/N's own.

"Gladly." She struts out, and for a moment she wonders if it would have been better to not show at all, since she's not coming back anyway. But then her eyes meet Kie's, who's dressed as a mermaid, and Sarah's, who's dressed as a space cowboy. The two smirk and follow her out, slipping away from their parents easily.

"Your family is gonna murder you." Kie whispers as they run to her car.

"Worth it." Y/N smiles, her lips stretching and cracking her lipstick.

She has to sleep at the Chateau for a week, with only the extra clothes that others can scrounge for her, waiting for her parents to text her and tell her that they were being dramatic, of course they want their daughter to come home. By the time they do, Y/N doesn't care much, and only comes home to get her things. JJ helps, but her mother comes back before she can leave, just as she's carrying the last box into the car that JJ already started.

"What are you doing?" Her mother admonishes, seeing the Twinkie loaded with all her shit.

"Moving." Y/N shrugs. If her parents don't bother to check up on her a week after leaving her to fend for herself, she doesn't care about their money. She doesn't have to pay rent at the Chateau, she can split groceries, she has her own job. She throws the last box into the Twinkie, closing the door.

"You can't do this to us." There goes her mother, making everything about herself. Y/N doesn't care about saving face, walking into the Twinkie without so much as a wave. She knows she'll still see her siblings; what she doesn't know is if her parents will make her look bad to save themselves or just troubled.

"Bye, mom." She mutters, shutting the door and looking straight forward as JJ turns the radio up to drown out the shouts of her mother. She still hears it, though, the stinging words that started the whole thing.

"You think you know everything? You don't know shit. You may not be in school, but you're still a little girl!"

And maybe her mom is right, in a way. Maybe she doesn't know everything. But as she looks at JJ, one hand on her thigh and the other on the steering wheel, softly singing along to the radio and bobbing his head, she wants to scream that her mother is wrong. She knows that JJ is her love, and that there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other.

She knows JJ.

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler

[autistpride]

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Fics over 2k can be found here.

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Wordcount 1233

Third of December

allstarsdie

Wordcount 1229

Icarus

acvb3ns

Wordcount 1203

Have untold you that you look like a girl?

ms_hallward

Wordcount 1189

Rosiers downfall

Orphan_account

Wordcount 1176

I never needed anything more

aithusarosekiller

Wordcount 1153

Beautiful

sunflowersandknives (confuzzledfox)

Wordcount 1145

The freedom we found

ravenslove

Wordcount 1144

We were born to die

nyxblackx

Wordcount 1138

The sun always sets

mxrvelousmoony

Wordcount 1134

Hello darling <3

BartyisEvenswhore

Wordcount 1129

Wishes, to dreams, to nightmares

zoechen320 (zoedits320)

Wordcount 1126

If it hadn't been for live

ejejej

Wordcount 1095

Tonight you are mine

pumpkinspider

Wordcount 1093

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

something in the way he moves

Linz2005

Wordcount 1089

Summer day

Wesnesdayoffical

Wordcount 1084

Dead end (new beginnings)

Orphan_account

Wordcount 1069

I'll give you happiness even at the price of my own

Wilting_Rose

Wordcount 1063

God at the End

kwiewi

Wordcount 1031

You're in my mind

hlctrr

Wordcount 1008

Let you break my heart again

your_loverboy

Wordcount 1007

Seriously?

remusbuzzcutt

Wordcount 1004

Nothing's New

your_loverboy

Wordcount 988

le temps perdu ne se rattrape jamais

vlcekest

Wordcount 968

How it's always been

rsbarelle

Wordcount 956

At first sight

lilyofthevalleyys

Wordcount 946

Perfectly Imperfect

MNOONYTUNES

Wordcount 946

If I'm in fire (you'll be made of ashes too)

Graverobbber

Wordcount 939

Then this shall outlive every one of them

etpeggy

Wordcount 923

moonlit promises

destielcowboy

Wordcount 899

Not to disappear

juvpiter

Wordcount 889

your guard is up and I know why

Anonymous

Wordcount 888

Tell me why this has to end

starseeker (Avenegers_Whore)

Wordcount 877

Notre jour viendra

vlcekest

Wordcount 875

Make this last forever

Orphan_account

Wordcount 870

I did it for love

prongsunny

Wordcount 856

Kiss and makeup

EmoTank2137

Wordcount 841

Hope

Wilting_Rose

Wordcount 825

Are we a tragedy?

ARemuskinniethatsnamedbuglady

Wordcount 822

Spin the bottle

Lightning_McQueen

Wordcount 799

Everlasting pain

Wilting_Rose

Wordcount 798

Medicine

Orphan_account

Wordcount 786

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

wilted rose

raekenswishes

Wordcount 751

Nobody said it would last forever

James_Version

Wordcount 750

Amnesia

vlcekest

Wordcount 744

Caffeine and Chemistry

Wilting_Rose

Wordcount 736

An empty dorm...

BellusFabulas

Wordcount 728

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

bloodsport

memoristar

Wordcount 724

Fading Away

Daisyflower20

Wordcount 712

New years kiss

emisaewr

Wordcount 706

Evan rosier, loved by bartemius crouch jr

hello_there_darcy

Wordcount 697

My darling barty

MisterDuckings

Wordcount 696

Selfish

Nikito_3

Wordcount 691

Words are futile devices

Orphan_account

Wordcount 661

Him & I

fleurdeserre

Wordcount 660

Robbers

ethereal_ella

Wordcount 648

Christmas time is here

sigme7

Wordcount 635

Lost in the shadows

Marlenes_Wife_for_Life

Wordcount 634

Two peas in a pod || Rosekiller

chubby_dumpling127

Wordcount 631

Really?

KR_RoseBlock

Wordcount 604

Asylum

Rosekller

Wordcount 597

Reflection

Sigme7

Wordcount 594

Messy room

jaz_star

Wordcount 546

Revenge (eye for an eye, leg for a leg)

Anonymous

Wordcount 546

The simple way of love

ravenclawwitandhumor

Wordcount 543

Cause I never knew love (like this before)

ARemuskinniethatsnamedbuglady

Wordcount 537

Being good

rugthechaoticbisexual

Wordcount 524

Life that wasn't mine

mocha_coffee_0711

Wordcount 521

Make me a vase one day?

OogieBoobie

Wordcount 509

Forever young

siriusly_prongs_is_bambi

Wordcount 500

Trap

HuffleStar

Wordcount 423

ii

orphan_account

Wordcount 395

Revenge XXX

KR_RoseBlock

Wordcount 352

Not half bad

ayebydan

Wordcount 347

Why find out this way

Orphan_account

Wordcount 343

Dick on Tuesday: a rewrite

mercurialstvr and orphan_account

Wordcount 337

Barty crouch time in Azkaban

itscanilathe1

Wordcount 335

Stay? Always

CanYouHearMyFear

Wordcount 327

Taste of Rust and Roses

caspian_oc and poisoninmyteacup

Wordcount 326

Bloody Hell

Blitzo

Wordcount 277

Haunted

TheFaeSys

Wordcount 276

A letter to a loved one

Orphan_account

Wordcount 264

One last smile

acvb3ns

Wordcount 258

Rosekillers decline

Idriiel

Wordcount 202

Our love

moonage_stardust

Wordcount 102

[good-omens-gallery]

Good Omens Gallery Filter Tags, Pt. 2

This is Part 2 of filtering tags for the @good-omens-gallery. For info about the Gallery. and for Crowley + Aziraphale tags, refer to the Good Omens Gallery Master Post.

C+A Through the Ages

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The Flood

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Kingdom of Essex, 537 A.D.

1400s

1500s

1600s

Globe Theater, 1601

1700s

Bastille, 1793

1800s

Edinburgh, 1827

St. James Park, 1862

1900s

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Soho, 1941

1960s

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1970s

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The Bandstand

Lockdown 2020

Through the Ages (all eras except 1941)

Crossovers & AUs

Crossovers (Good Omens + other media)

AUs (all AUs)

Cowboy AU

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Flower/Plant Shop AU

Human AU

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Side Characters

Beelzebub

(the) Bentley

Four Horsemen

Furfur

Gabriel

Hastur

Jesus

Jimbriel

Ligur

Lucifer

Maggie

(the) Metatron

Michael

Nina

Sandalphon

Saraqael

Satan

Shax

The Them

Uriel

Heaven (all heaven characters)

Hell (all hell characters)

Ships

Ineffable Bureaucracy (Beelzebub/Gabriel)

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Holidays, Seasons & Special Events

Winter

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Valentine's Day

New Year

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[sixminutestoriesblog]

the yule cat

For most of us with cats, the worst thing we worry about come Christmastime is keeping them from utterly trashing our Christmas trees.

Iceland however has a whole other thing to be worried about when it comes to cats and Christmas.

To quote the title of an article by Danny Lewis in the Smithsonian Magazine (because it is far too perfect to not):

Each Christmas, Iceland’s Yule Cat Takes Fashion Policing to the Extreme

So, what is the Yule Cat and why is he in critiquing Iceland's Christmas clothes?

Freyja's cats aren't the only felines in town. The Yule Cat, the Jólakötturinn, also known as the Christmas Cat, is a gigantic cat the size of a house that roams the darkness of Iceland in the nights leading up to Christmas eve, peering with glowing eyes in through windows. What is he looking for? The Yule Cat is checking everyone's Christmas presents. Not for cans of tuna or kitty snacks. Oh no, the Yule Cat is looking to see who hasn't gotten any new clothes wrapped up and waiting for them.

No new clothes?

The Yule Cat will hunt the unfortunate victim down and tear them apart before eating them. (in other, gentler tales, he simple eats their Christmas 'portion' of dinner)

Still, seems a bit extreme a response to grandma forgetting to knit you yet another one of those hats with the pom-poms on top, doesn't it?

Still, that's the deal. Adults and children alike better be grateful for those packs of new underwear under the tree. Those socks are going to do more than keep their feet warm - those socks are going to save their life!

So, we've got to ask ourselves - why would new clothes be so important that folklore would come up with a monster enforcing them? Is it all a ploy just to make sure Johannes is grateful when he gets that ugly sweater instead of the toy train he was gunning for when he unwraps his presents?

Well, like most things in folklore, if you go back far enough, things get blurry. The first written mention we have of the Yule Cat is in a collection of folklore gathered by Jon Árnason in 1862. In it, the Yule Cat gets exactly one paragraph and a footnote. The footnote is the important part. It mentions a colloquial phrase of the time: "to dress the cat". 'To dress the cat' means to wear the same clothes over and over again, the idea being that cats don't change their 'clothes'.

There was also a tradition that household servants and farm workers that helped turn the season's wool into yarn would receive new clothes as a reward for their work. Those who didn't - didn't get new clothes. You can see how the Yule Cat would come in handy as motivation in this case. It also worked as a motivator for children to finish their chores in the same way, with good children getting rewarded with clothes and bad children being left as fair game for the Cat.

In 1932, Jóhannes úr Kötlum published a collection of poems centered around Christmas and one of his poems featured the Yule Cat. The Yule Cat's popularity soared and the monster soon found itself lumped in together with other Christmastime monsters from the book, becoming the pet of the evil troll, Gryla and ridden by one of her mischievous Yule Lad sons, tiny Stufur.

But wait - let's go back a bit further before we wrap this up. Because there's been some speculation that the Christmas Cat isn't just about new clothes. We need to go back, back to early St. Nick stories, when it wasn't so much Santa and his elves and reindeer. When St. Nick was, as so many winter myths are, only part of the story. Because you can't have good without evil, generosity without greed or light without darkness. Santa Claus doesn't come without Krampus in his shadow. Reward doesn't come without the threat of punishment. Krampus is only one Christmas monster but almost every region had their own version of a dark something lurking in Santa's footsteps. Perhaps, so the theory goes, the Yule Cat was once just such a creature, back when stories were still new at Christmas time and winters crept long and cold in the nights of the snow covered lands. For every saint, there must be a devil.

Which brings us to today. Because there are no stories about the Yule Cat skipping a meal because the child's parents were too poor to afford to buy new clothes.

Maybe the best way we can celebrate the Yule Cat stories today is by making sure no children ever have to think of him as anything more than a shadow that peers in their window - and then passes by.