#RIP Mary Catherine

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

"If these walls could talk.”

Shameful Gaslighting by so-called "conservatives."

My eyes are wide open! I will not be deceived by Charlie Kirk or anyone else at Conservative Inc who thinks it's OK to lie to advance political "agendas." We reap what we sow.

“If Bobby were half a man, she [Mary] would still be alive today,” -Billy Baldwin

April 20th 2023 "This is Mary Richardson Kennedy. Robert Kennedy’s 2nd wife and mother to four of his six children. She was an incredible woman. A wonderful mother, wife and activist. Sadly she is no longer with us. She cried on my shoulder about Bobby numerous times at their former home on Bedford Road, my former home on Chestnut Ridge Road, at the Canaan Ridge School and the Saw Mill Club. If Bobby were half a man she would still be alive today. It will all come out. His campaign will be over in weeks. If these walls could talk." @BillyBaldwin

In a scathing post to social media, Billy Baldwin said Mary “cried on my shoulder about Bobby numerous times” before her death. “If Bobby were half a man, she would still be alive today,” Baldwin wrote. “It will all come out. His campaign will be over in weeks. If these walls could talk.”

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on The Dukes of Hazzard 45th Anniversary marathon...The Dukes Of Hazzard: Mary Kaye's Baby and High Octane (1979) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #tv #television #actionadventure #thedukesofhazzard #dukesofhazzard #marykayesbaby #highoctane #TheGeneralLee #generallee #JohnSchneider #TomWopat #catherinebach #DenverPyle #ripdenverpyle #BenJones #sonnyshroyer #JamesBest #ripjamesbest #SorrellBooke #ripsorrellbooke #waylonjennings #ripwaylonjennings #rickhurst #carlenewatkins #JeannieWilson #vhs #vintage #70s #dukes45 #cliffpellow

[arse-crack-thistle]

rip to the real ones 🙏

june claremont-diaz

rafael luna

agent cash

stepdaddy leo

liam (shoutout to bf spencer too)

onscreen catherine

waspy hunter (eh)

queen mary

cornettos (and glasses)

silk kimonos

star wars references

wimbledon

powerpoints

official courtship photos

henry’s j-14 spread

“you are the thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life” (obvs)

“cornbread knows what i have done, and he is here to make me atone”

bigger bisexual spirals

longer grief talks

more emails (feat. queer couples in history)

“fucking eyelashes”

“your song” by elton john

“dear thisbe, i wish there weren’t a wall. love, pryamus”

“i want you—” “then fucking have me.”

“two homes side by side”

“AN INCOMPLETE LIST: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HRH PRINCE HENRY OF WALES”

“sería una mentira, porque no sería él”

“history, huh?” t-shirts

“i love him on purpose”

“the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable”

and anything else i (they) missed…

[joanofarcs-stigmata]

our lady, mother of advent;

i've heard it said that, being born as pure as obsidian and unblemished as snow, your womb abhorred the birthing pains that eve bore when she gave birth to humanity. i've heard it said that your body, as holy as it is, never stooped so low as to contract Christ through its birth canals, to let his soft skull feel the pressure and squeeze of your sex and thighs.

anne catherine emmerich, in her visions, called your baby's birth an ecstasy of joy; chiara scarabelli spoke of cherubim midwives; maria of agreda saw bright light and holy choirs. Christ the godchild, they promised, was born without the ick and stink of birthing fluid and shit.

mary, was your body, the sinless, the immaculate, somehow still so profane that the blood, the film, the placenta, would have sullied your baby? that contractions and pain and fear would have nullified the joy of a christmas birth?

mama, were you frightened? were you in pain? did your insides clench and burn and rip? did you bleed? did joseph's fingers nearly break under the stress of your grip? did gabriel hold your shaking thighs steady as micheal pulled the Christ from your sex? did your tears of pain-exhaustion-relief-love drown out the first cries of our savior?

virgin of advent, were you not human? virgin of advent, were you not a person like us? they call you the immaculate conception, the new eve; perhaps, it is time we remember why we call you mother, too

[annabolinas]

Who is your fav portrayal of Jane Seymour and Kathryn Howard?

Good question! My favorite portrayals of Jane Seymour and Catherine Howard are Anne Stallybrass in The Six Wives of Henry VIII (1970), the BBC miniseries, and Lynne Frederick in its movie adaptation, Henry VIII and His Six Wives (1972), respectively. In case you want to watch either portrayal, both the 1970 show and the 1972 film are available on OK (dot) ru. Just search for "the six wives of Henry VIII Jane Seymour" for the first one and the title of the movie for the second, making sure to choose the video which is 1:59:19. Best of all, there's no ads or popups!

Anyways, here's the long answer itself. It's quite a long post below, so be warned.

It's very easy to make Jane into either a cipher (e.g. Wolf Hall, Anne Boleyn [2021]) or a bland non-entity (e.g. Anne of the Thousand Days, Season 3 of The Tudors), but Stallybrass portrays her sympathetically, yet as a rounded human. That's the key, really. This is a living, breathing Jane, not the bland Goody Two-Shoes of Annabelle Wallis in Season 3 of The Tudors. As an Anne fan, I do feel this portrayal exonerates her rather too much of culpability in the former's unjust execution - this portrayal of Jane isn't involved at all with the plot to get rid of Anne but feels guilty anyways. However, it's a very moving depiction of a gentle, introverted believer in traditional Catholicism who would much rather be in the countryside, at Wolf Hall, than dealing with court intrigue.

Henry falls for her during his 1535 visit to Wolf Hall, and while Jane wants to protect her chastity, they bond over their shared fear of the plague and faith. Despite her arrival back at court after the royal visit, she longs for the comforts of her country home. She tells her sister-in-law Anne Stanhope that she'd much rather be arranging flowers at Wolf Hall than be at court after Anne rips Henry's locket off her neck. This Jane also stands up for what she believes in. She shows a love for monasticism at her first meeting with Henry, passionately telling him that the locals visiting Hailes Abbey are "afraid for the abbeys, sir, for their souls!". Later, she pleads with Henry to restore the abbeys during the Pilgrimage of Grace, which she argues must be God's punishment. The fact Henry proceeds to scream at her and damage her faith by revealing the Blood of Christ from Hailes is in fact, a vial of duck's blood, doesn't diminish her bravery.

Indeed, Jane takes no part in the plot to get rid of Anne here, although she nevertheless feels guilty over it. She intercedes for Mary to return to court after her submission, to which Henry replies, "If you had your way, my little nun," he says, "every villain in the country would go free." Jane's shy reply that "I should make a very poor ruler" is met with more condescending "affection" from Henry. Indeed, this version of Jane actually flees from the Christmas 1536 celebrations at one point, as it gets too overwhelming for her. This makes Henry's condescension and later, outright mental and emotional abuse, even more heartbreaking; even worse, Henry's treatment of her is probably just how it really was in history. After he shows her the duck's blood, Henry quickly apologizes and sinks into self-pity so bad Jane has to comfort him while pitifully weeping, "I am bound to obey and serve you, sir." Even as Henry celebrates Edward's birth and baptism, he fails to notice Jane lapsing in and out of consciousness. His tears by her body, lying in state, are too little, too late.

Lynne Frederick was actually only 17 when this movie was filmed - looking back, perhaps they could've waited a year or two. Nevertheless, this is somehow the best portrayal of Catherine Howard on screen despite her only appearing on screen for fifteen minutes in a two-hour movie. Let me just briefly summarize her storyline and give some analysis, because there's so much good stuff in here.

Frederick's Catherine is a vivacious, warm-hearted teenager who finds herself the object of Henry's unwanted affections. This Henry is, as in history, prematurely aged and far taller/stouter than Catherine, which makes his asking her uncle Norfolk whether she is "a good girl" even more disturbing. As Henry leaves Lambeth, Norfolk and Bishop Gardiner walk with Catherine, who protests that "I had not looked for it, sir. I had wished -" Gardiner then cuts her off saying that she "may no longer consider your own wishes. You now have a duty to return England to the true faith." It's a very telling exchange, as Catherine's own emotions or feelings are brutally trampled on by the men around her; all she can do is look mournfully at both of them.

When next we see her, she's already married to Henry, enjoying the jewels and rich clothes that being his queen brings. It's a grotesque sight, as the teenage Catherine kisses, and is in turn fondled by an old man nearly three times her age. However, being queen isn't all positive, as she reveals to Henry that she had a nightmare of a bird caught in a room crying out to her for help, perhaps a manifestation of her own feelings of helplessness. Her kind-heartedness is shown when she sends a puppy to Anne of Cleves, who in this film has solely been depicted as comic relief. In a later scene, as Henry limps to the window on his cane, he blows a kiss to Catherine, who is walking in the garden with Culpeper. Although she returns his kiss, it's a sign of things to come.

While Henry and Catherine enjoy themselves on the Northern Progress, in private, he is disappointed to discover she's not yet pregnant. Nevertheless, he gives her a rich jewel, although he does have to read the text for her, as Catherine admits she can't read very well, another heartbreaking detail. The audience's (and my) horror skyrockets when Henry proceeds to uncover Catherine's thigh from beneath her dressing robe and rain kisses on it, as the camera pans up to an incredibly disturbed Catherine who winces and tries to pull herself together. Her marriage to Henry is a gilded cage, and it is difficult to escape the conclusion this Catherine thinks of Henry more as a father figure than a husband.

After Henry is told of her premarital relationships, though, he abandons her, much to her dismay. She is then questioned by Archbishop Cranmer, maintaining that she was raped by Dereham "without my will or consent" and staunchly denying a precontract, despite Cranmer's argument it would save her life. When he accuses her of adultery with Culpeper, though, she tearfully pleads for his help, weeping, "I would have wed him. And been his wife. But they worked on me, sir. My Lord of Norfolk - Bishop Gardiner - my grandmother. Talking, whispering together. Telling him I was bound. That I was bound to the king. And now my fame is gone and I'm nothing young and I -" When Cranmer tells her she must calm down, Catherine swings around and screams, "Don't touch me! You all handle me!" It's a poignant allusion to her premarital abuse, as it's specified in the movie that Catherine was only 13 when Manox preyed on her. She then recalls her cousin Anne's bravery in death before dissolving into another flood of tears.

In the end, she makes her way to the block, silently but with composure. She pays the executioner, is blindfolded, kneels, and then, holding a rosary, stretches out her hands like the wings of a bird in flight. The tragedy of this depiction of Catherine (and arguably the real Catherine) is that from the moment we see her, she's a pawn of men, who use her to further their own desires and agendas. Only in death is she freed.

[sunnie-angel]

1000% projecting here but I can’t stop thinking about Jason with a troubled relationship to religion.

Jason doubted God when he watched his mom’s health decline. Jason was dragged to a church to attend Bruce’s cousin’s wedding and hated every second of the ceremony, not because of the suit, but because of the priest’s words. Jason prayed for the first time in years only seconds before his death. Jason’s first thought coming out of the Lazarus pit was Scripture, maybe thinking about the story of Lazarus and hoping against hope that Bruce would be right there to welcome him back to life. Jason barely contains his anger when someone tries to hand him a church pamphlet that talks about life after death and salvation. Because Jason knows what death is like and these people don’t.

Also, the internal struggle he would have between the dogma stuck in his brain and the blood on his hands. And maybe he never says it out loud, but his motivation is to cleanse Gotham of her sinners.

Anyway, I‘m really sorry if this just sounds like trauma dumping or is incoherent!!! This headcanon was proudly sponsored by my evangelical family. I don’t hate Christians/Christianity, I just like to rub salt into my own wounds.

oh i agree nonny! i think that with all of his life (and death) experiences, jason has such a complicated relationship with religion. i don’t know why, but i always head canon that Catherine was a catholic, and so for the first few years of his life, Jason was too. Every Sunday she’d take him to mass, and if there was the money for it Jason would get a sweet or a hot drink after as a reward for sitting through the service. It’s the image of his mother in her church dress, smiling down at him over a cup of coffee that haunts him the most when addiction changes her. He watches his father never come back no matter how many times his mother prays for it, her fingers worrying the beads of her rosary. The weekly visits to church slow, then stop. Meals don’t start with grace anymore, they hardly share meals at all towards the end. Jason steals Catherine’s rosary from where it’s abandoned at the back of her dresser, starts praying for his mother to get better, that he’ll do anything if God will help her. It’s the first thing he ever steals. Catherine dies, and so do Jason’s prayers.

On the streets, the rosary is the one thing of her’s that he’s able to cling to. He tried to go back once, the the church that he used to go to with his mom. Father O’Shaughnessy tells him that his loss of faith is a test, that it’s all part of God’s plan. Jason’s faith in religion and humanity continue to fracture. On newsstands and through apartment windows, he sees the rich and corrupt warm, well-fed, and sheltered to an excess that makes him sick. His whole neighbourhood forgotten, the risk of being out on the streets growing along with the crime rate.

The only time time Bruce makes Jason attend church, it’s for a wedding. The Wayne cousin isn’t catholic, but the ritual of it, the kneeling and the prayers and the songs, they make something itch uncomfortably in his head. It’s a recognition and a rejection. Bruce never makes him go back.

Jason discovers Sheila, and for a second he thinks that God must be laughing at him. There’s his mom, alive and well, only it’s the wrong mother. His last thought before death is Hail Mary full of grace. He comes to, gasping for air in a new body and a year later. The dead man came out and the grave clothes were removed, but the one who called him back was not his father.

Jason returns to Gotham, to Crime Alley, and visits his old haunts. He stands outside the church his mother used to take him to, and can’t force himself to go inside. There’s two women standing outside, handing out pamphlets for the next mass. One of them approaches him with words of God’s love on her tongue and it is all he can do not to rip it out of her. There is no eternal life except this one that won’t leave him. If there’s an afterlife then it’s one he can’t remember and if there’s life after death then he must be in hell because the monster that killed him is still breathing. Jason knows death and life and resurrection more intimately than anyone else will ever know. He does not need to be told.

Thou shalt not kill says his Heavenly and earthly fathers. Jason does, kills regularly to uphold the cause of the poor and oppressed. There’s always going to be blood on his hands, but it is done to rescue the weak and the needy. Jason may never be able to set foot in a place of worship again, but there’s some parts of scripture that still ring true in his bones. He’ll never be a good man but he can be a righteous one.

nonny may i suggest this excellent artwork of tortured catholic Jason?

[where-fading-princesses-live]

Elizabeth MacRae was most known for playing the Southern Belle ''Lou-Ann Poovie'', Gomer's girlfriend in The Andy Griffith Show spin-off series Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. (1964-1969). She also provided the voice of Ladyfish in the Don Knotts movie, The Incredible Mr. Limpet (1964). She had a long acting career in other notable classic movies and TV shows such as Gunsmoke, Bonanza, I Dream of Jeannie, Rawhide, The Fugitive, and so many others. Ms. MacRae sadly passed away on May 27th early in the morning in a nursing home in her native North Carolina. She died peacefully in her sleep from natural causes. She was 88. Her caretaker Mary told me she loved the drawing and the gifts I sent her. 🥹 (In the picture Mary shared with me, ''Betsy'' as friends called her was wearing two friendship bracelets my friend Catherine made her.)

Sadly, she was one of two surviving cast members from Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. Now, only Ronnie Schell (Duke Slater) is still with us at 93 years old.

We love you, Betsy. Keep singing your ''Old Black Magic'' wherever you are.

RIP beautiful Angel 💔

[sageceleste]

MUST HAVE TODDLER CC FINDS with LINKS!💕 | Sims 4 Custom Content

In today's video, I went over some of my favorite toddler custom content! You can find the links for all the outfits below ♡

Outfit 1

Sunivaa Sorata Hair Toddler 

Johanna Pinafore Dress

Jius High Top Sneakers 01 Toddler

CeeP Quilted Backpack TV

Outfit 2

QICC Selena Hair for Toddlers 

Cottage Dress

Madlen Bernard Boots

Bear Straw Hat

Outfit 3

Casteru Hair Dusk Hair

Madlen Berta Coat (Toddler)

Madlen Lucille Boots Toddler

Outfit 4

Casteru Laya Hair

Powluna Fullbody Catherine

Jius Mary Jane Flats Toddler

Outfit 5

Casteru Miranda Hair

casteru Body Kiara Dress

Jius Leather High Boots 01 Toddler

Outfit 6

Sunivaa Jenny Hair Toddler

Casteru Boxy Shirt

Casteru Bottom Destroyed Jeans

Madlen Bernard Boots

Outfit 7

QICC Ali Hair for Toddlers

Powluna Fullbody Gloria

Jius Mary Jane Flats Toddler

Outfit 8

Casteru Hair Wednesday Pigtails

Madlen Hania Outfit Toddler

Madlen Ruperto Boots Short Toddler

Outfit 9

Casteru Aria Hair

Layered T-Shirt Overalls

Jius Bow Snow Boots 02 Toddler

Outfit 10 

Casteru Hair Sylvie Hair

Serenity Baby Dream Top

Casteru pu Bottom Ripped Jeans

Jius Low Top Sneakers Toddler

[copiousloverofcopia]

FINALLY, the next chapter of HOLY MARY is LIVE!!!!

Thank you all for hanging in there with me. Life has been super busy and stressful. It's been hard to find the time, energy, and inspiration to keep writing but I appreciate you all so much. Please if you like my work, share it!

HOLY MARY

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 8: All Good Things Must Come to an End

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet, start from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

The rain was relentless. Cascading down from all sides. Like the biblical flood of Noah, it flowed down from the Heavens. Bathing the world in fury and rage. The Abbey inhabitants remained safely inside, unbothered by its ferocity and going about things as usual. 

A few weeks had passed since Mary received the new stigmata wounds. They were now all but fully healed. The bleeding, ceasing as her belly continued to grow. Each day, passing without so much as a whisper from God—or the Devil. 

If they hadn’t lived it, Terzo and Mary might have believed it never happened. The two of them, living a life that seemed to resemble normalcy. Or at least as normal as a former nun and the current Antipope, who were expecting their first child, could expect. The more days passed, the more it felt like a bad dream. 

Mary had tried to bury down the thoughts of what her God had asked of her. Terzo too had been trying his best to pretend that he didn’t know what was to come. Both of them were unaware of when or if this chance at happiness would be ripped away once again. Settling into feelings that were surreal and always on edge. 

Primo, too, was baffled by it all. Wondering why the stigmata wounds were healing. Unlike the starry-eyed couple, who had chosen to hide behind the present moments of brightness, he was unconvinced. Primo knew deep down, this false sense of security would soon end and that there was no way Lucifer and God would allow things to remain as they were. 

Despite it all, the one who seemed to be going through the worst of it was Secondo. Sulking about the Abbey as if he was more hurt and anyone else. Wearing his despair on his sleeve like an obvious stain that refused to come out. Unapproachable as ever with each passing day.

In the hollow of the confession booth, he sat. Head down and wringing his hands. Secondo, struggling with the urges he had been so desperately trying to control. His thoughts about Mary, only growing more intense as the time passed. 

Still seething with jealousy with every passing glance at her sweet face or the curve of her belly. He was more broken now than he had ever been before. A man once filled with dark righteousness, the likes that only Primo had surpassed. Now his constitution was slowly crumbling inside him.      

He had sought sanctuary in the booth. Hoping to find some solace in prayer, but his mind and the growing bulge in his pants would not allow it. He released himself, hard cock springing up and already dripping with need. He took it in his hand, biting his lower lip as he began thrusting up into it. 

Mary’s name on his lips as he fucked his own fist. The supple leather aiding him as he pretended it was her tightening cunt. The warmth inside her, surrounding him as she held on to his chasuble. Crying out from the pleasure with their coupling and both of them engulfed in pleasure.  

It wasn’t long before Secondo was grunting and pumping. Harder and harder as he felt the pressure building up inside. Finally spilling himself over his hand. Quickly retrieving an emerald-colored mouchoir from his pocket to cleanse himself of his shame. Reality setting back in quickly with the clarity of his orgasm.    

“Satan, Morningstar. Brightest amongst those who fell from Heaven. I am your servant. From the moment of my conception, until I am consumed by Hellfire…I shall worship you.” he whispered as he dropped to his knees in the booth. “I have never asked anything from you. Not so much as a word. Even when you spoke to Primo and not myself, I have never defied you. Never turned from your will, your darkness—or refused any command. But now…now I must ask you—why? Why did you choose him?” 

The silence was deafening. Secondo, shaking his hand as the storm continued to rage outside. Lightning, illuminating the chapel all around the booth while he sat in the darkness. Listening to the sound of the crashing of the wind as he closed his eyes. The loud pounding of the rain hitting the old cathedral style windows that lined the room. The wind whipped drops hitting the colored panes like bullets from the Heavens.

“Heh…” he chuckled a bit to himself, shaking his head. “Still, it seems the Heavens weep for what's to come—a child of Hell.” Secondo continued. “A child of darkness and Terzo, his worldly father… Fucking speak to me! Why do you leave me in silence? Have I not proven my loyalty to you? Shepherded your flock? Given my life in your service?” he growled. 

Of course,  you have. Even now you honor me with your lust and envy.

A voice spoke from the void of the darkness. Secondo, rushing up onto his feet, his heart pounding in his ears and his eyes blown wide. He took a moment, listening and standing still. Allowing his heart rate to slow as the booth filled with nothing but the sounds of his breathing.

“Lu-Lucifer?” he spoke into the darkness. Feeling the weight of an otherworldly hand upon his shoulder. One that felt as if it had manifested from the walls of the booth. 

How could I deny such a request to speak with you Secondo. Afterall you made it abundantly clear that you have been such a good servant.  

Secondo could hardly believe it. The voice of the profane one, the bringer of darkness, Lucifer had finally spoken to him. Had this been any other moment he would have relished it. Reveled in the glory that it was to be chosen to hear his word straight from his cursed lips. Now however all he could think of was his own pain.

“Why was I not given the chance to…to...”

To fuck her? Defile her divine womb with your unholy seed? 

Secondo fell quiet. Of course, the secret of his desire was known to Satan. Worn plainly on his face like the black and white of his corpse paints. “Yes...” he uttered beneath his breath. A roar of laughter broke out in tandem with the storm. The infernal sound ringing in Secondo’s ears. 

Who said you can’t? What's stopping you from spilling yourself inside her right now? 

“It's too late. She belongs to him. I will never have the chance.” Secondo lamented. He felt the hand slowly slip from his shoulders. 

Tsk tsk tsk… all that ambition and passion I watched before, your mind set on EXACTLY what you wanted. Seems it's all gone now—or is it? 

Suddenly the air felt different. The silence, assuring Secondo that once more that he was alone in the booth. His mind, heavy with the words of his dark God. His pants still very much unzipped. 

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In the bowels of the Abbey Primo sat in communion with the spirits. The whispers and shrieks, seeping through to the world of the living and speaking their truths to him. Primo had gotten his answer. Before he was able to leave there was a pounding at the chamber door. 

“Che cazzo? Chi sarebbe così stupido da disturbarmi?” he scoffed as he stood up and approached the door. Lifting up the latch and opening it to reveal Terzo. “Fratellino, I am glad it’s you. There is something we must discuss…and now.”

“What is it? I have been pacing around upstairs all day fratello. Waiting for you to come and tell me what the fuck is going on. Why has it all suddenly stopped? I must know what you have learned?” Terzo begged him. He had only become increasingly more anxious as things went on. Only mere weeks remained before Mary and him would welcome their son and he had, still, withheld the truth from her. 

Primo seemed to be someplace else for a moment as he stared at Terzo. His gaze, feeling as if he looked through him instead of at him. He grabbed hold of Terzo’s shirt and began dragging him back upstairs. When finally, he spoke, his words were only more concerning.   

“We have company.”

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Mary stretched out on the bed, gently trying to sit up. Her body, much harder to maneuver now than ever before. She smiled, ready to find Terzo, wherever he might be tucked away, and drag him back into bed with her. Spending another day together before the two would become three. Something however felt wrong the moment she got upright in the bed. 

The wounds on her head, back, and chest began burning a bit as she got up out of the bed. Mary moved to put on her robe, hit with the feeling that she was spinning around in the room though she’d stood still. She brought her hand to her mouth as the wave of nausea hit her and then she heard it. 

“Be not afraid.” a voice said from behind her. Panic sent coursing through her like blood in her veins. Mary sent over, fainting after her vision suddenly went black. When she began coming to, only a few moments later, she felt that someone was helping guide her back to the bed.

She began to relax, believing that it was Terzo. But when her vision returned, she quickly found out she was wrong. The haze cleared, revealing to her a stranger—a dark-haired, blue-eyed stranger. He seemed to almost be glowing before her. His appearance was pleasing to the eye. Tall, broad shouldered, and well dressed in a cream-colored suit. His dark hair, flowy and combed back away from his face. Despite his handsome features she felt uneasy in his presence.

“Be not afraid Mary.” he said once more. She had finally had enough sense about her to respond, but despite his statement she was still very much afraid.

“Who? Who are you?” she asked him, withdrawing backward towards the middle of the bed. Gripping tight to her covers as if they might shield her from any ill intentions. 

“I am the one sent to Nazareth. The one who announced to the Holy Mother, that with just a whisper by the spirit she would conceive Christ our lord—I am the one they call Gabriel.” he told her. Instantly Mary was moved to tears. The man’s body, beginning to change—allowing her to see the full glory of his shine coming from within. The mass of wings, unfurling from behind him. Revealing to her that he was in fact the archangel he claimed to be. 

“Why? Why have you come here?” she demanded.

“You know why Mary. Your time is running out. Soon that child will be born and your chance at paradise will fall like the Morningstar from the Heavens.” he explained.

“No—I won’t…I can’t.”

“Do you not understand the filth that you carry?” he asked her, genuinely confused how she could want to let this continue on.  

“I am the sinner! This child has never committed anything against God. He is innocent!” Mary cried. Gabriel’s face fell to the bed. He shook his head before beginning to crawl towards her. Mary shifted back as far as she could until she felt herself almost fall off the edge of the bed.

“That child you carry is the greatest of sin. The vessel for Antichrist. The body chosen to hold the most unholy of souls, one that awaits to trample over any other that might try and lay claim towards it.” Gabriel unveiled. Suddenly it became clear to him. From the spectral pallor of Mary’s face and the horror in her eyes, it was obvious. “Oh…you really didn’t know.”

“No! You’re lying!” she screamed, Gabriel beginning to laugh in her face. He quickly grabbed her. Painfully holding tight to her arms so that she couldn’t move away from him. Mary gritted her teeth, spitting in his face as she continued to cry. The tears, staining her cheeks in redness. 

“Oh, I wish I were. You have sinned against God himself and consorted with the highest of the Devil’s order…conceiving a child. This child will be the ender of nations. The harbinger of the end times Mary. All that you love, including your little painted lover, will be taken away in the burning Hellfire. It will consume you, as it will the rest of the world.” he yelled back. He reached into his jacket and pulled from it a dagger. The blade, old as time itself and glinting in the light that poured in from the window. Sharp enough to pierce flesh with such ease it could cut the fabric of time itself. 

“Terzo! Oh fuck! Help me! No!” Mary screamed as she managed to pull away from him, running across the room before Gabriel flew at her. Holding tight to her shoulder and running the back of the blade along the swell of Mary’s belly. She shuttered before him, the tears spilling faster and faster as she was certain her and her child would be killed. Then something surprising happened.

“Here.” Gabriel said as he handed over the blade. Mary, stunned, gripped it tight in her hand. Looking at it in sheer awe as the dagger emanated intensely with celestial power. Her mind, still spinning and more confused— more scared than ever.  

“What? You’re not going to? Why?” she asked him.

“It has to be you.” Gabriel explained, looking at her with almost pleading eyes. 

“If what you say is true, why doesn’t God strike me down? End this now before, as you said, it's too late?” she asked him. Gabriel let out a bit of a nefarious chuckle.

“Free will… it’s a helluva thing.” he winked. Suddenly Terzo, Secondo, and a pack of their ghouls swarmed the room. Bursting in to find the angel had already begun dissipating just as quickly as he had appeared. Terzo quickly ran to Mary who still held the blade in her hands. Grabbing it from her and throwing it before pulling her into his arms. 

“Mary are you alright…is the baby?” he asked as he looked her over. Relieved that she seemed to be uninjured. The ghouls went crazy, sniffing around the room for a hint of the angel's scent, convinced that he might still be there as Terzo tried his best to calm Mary. 

“The baby…”

“What about the baby?” he asked her. Mary looked at him, her eyes filled now with anger and pain. 

“You knew, didn’t you?” she snapped, pulling away from Terzo. 

“Knew what Mary? What’s wrong?” Terzo asked. Then came the sharp sting of Mary’s hand slapping him across his face. Smearing his pants and leaving a red mark, welting in their wake. 

“The baby is evil. He will become the Antichrist. You knew this whole time and you let me continue to carry him inside me! You let me take it this far. Now I damn us all!” she screamed before lifting up in the air before them. The ghouls, Terzo, and Secondo, all backing up in panic as they watched her rise up. 

Mary screamed more, frightened as she hung in the air. Blood, beginning to pour down her face—blinding her before them. Then she began thrashing around, midair, as the marks on her back reappeared. Like lashes from a whip, crimson marks, crisscrossing along her shoulders and back. Terzo and Secondo ran towards her but were thrown backwards as they approached. An unseen force keeping them from interfering with whatever was happening. 

“Secondo, fucking get Primo! Maybe he can stop this!” Terzo cried as the two of them tried to stand up. The ghouls continued hissing and growling as a light began shining out from within Mary’s wounds. Blood spilling as the droplets hovered in the air.  

“Go! Go!” Secondo yelled as he and his ghouls took off immediately for Primo. Terzo fell to his knees before Mary. Watching in horror as she was tortured before him. Unable to stop it. Mary began screaming harder as the wounds reappeared in her hands. So much blood, dripping all along the ground beneath her. 

“There will be great tribulation, such as has not been from the beginning of the world until now, no, and never will be.” Mary whispered through her tears. Terzo reached out for her again, watching as her feet began to bleed. The nail wounds had now appeared in the center of them as Mary collapsed onto the ground. 

“Mary! No!” Terzo yelled as he rushed for her. Picking up her bloodied and battered body in his arms. Crying harder as he felt the gentle kicking of his child from inside her. Terrified that it was too late to stop anything. Finally, Secondo returned to the room with Primo and more ghouls, but it was too late. Mary had received four of the sacred wounds—and only one remained before she and the child would be killed.

Secondo placed his hand on Terzo’s shoulder as Primo rounded them. Dropping to the floor and pressing his fingers into Mary’s neck. Frantically searching for her pulse. Letting out a heavy exhale when it found it faintly present. 

“She’s alive. We need to get her to the infirmary now fratello.” he explained. Terzo nodded as the ghouls helped to pick Mary up from the floor and rush her to the physician. Primo and Secondo stood silently in the room as Terzo remained, kneeling on the floor and covered in his lover's blood. Crying out as he spoke to his brothers. 

“This is all my fault.”

Notes: 

Che cazzo? Chi sarebbe così stupido da disturbarmi?- What in the fuck? Who would be stupid enough to disturb me?

“There will be great tribulation, such as has not been from the beginning of the world until now, no, and never will be.” -Matthew 24:21

[gradh]

RIP Margaret Beaufort you would have loved Megan's Law

RIP Elizabeth of York you would have loved the boymom hashtag on instagram

RIP Catherine of Aragon you would have loved Fixer Upper on HGTV

RIP Anne Boleyn you would have loved the Electra Heart album

RIP Jane Seymour you would have loved the Girl Defined youtube channel

RIP Anne of Cleves you would have loved Facebook

RIP Catherine Howard you would have loved Sephora

RIP Catherine Parr you would have loved the Real Housewives

RIP Mary I you would have loved period tracking apps

RIP Elizabeth I you would have loved the 4B movement

[dailydemonspotlight]

Day 12 - Jack [the] Ripper

Race: Foul

Alignment: Dark-Chaos

April 4th, 2024

On the fog-covered streets of London in the 1880's, a scream is heard, and blood drips slowly into a gutter, carried by the misty rain. Jack the Ripper had claimed another victim. One of the most famous unsolved murderers of the distant past, Jack the Ripper was a man known by name and location only, a man who knew police routes and could dispatch his victims- almost always women of the nightlife- effortlessly. This infamous serial killer was never truly caught, even hundreds of years past his death, leaving the question: Just who was the Jack behind the Rippings?

Unfortunately, I can't answer that! I'm a 16 year old autistic trans girl, not a historian. Jack the Ripper was active throughout the late 1880's, leaving a bloodstained legacy behind him as each year passed by. He kept out of the eyes of the public, murdering a disputed amount of victims that hovers around the 5-10 range, though it's mostly agreed upon that he has 5 absolute victims, known as the Canonical Five: Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes, and Mary Jane Kelly.

The heedlessly brutal bloodshed came to a close around approximately 1888, though a source for it was never found- the police of London spent years upon years searching for the source of the anonymous slaughter, but they turned up squat in the end. Even now, Jack's true identity is hotly disputed, though a widely accepted theory is that of him being a police officer himself, as many of the killings he committed were done almost surgically, and every body was found outside of the police routes, showing a clear understanding as to the routes in question.

Jack the Ripper marks a first for this series- a demon not based on folklore or myth, but rather a true historical account. His appearance is almost skeletal, wielding a scalpel knife, likely an allusion to his clear understanding of the body, and his long black coat with white gloves are very reminiscent of the average clothes a man would wear in 19th century England. Why is he a Jack? Because he's Jack! He doesn't have much in common with the rest of the frost lineage, but he sure gets a title as an honorary jack bro.

[realcatalina]

Update regarding my Youtube Channel

Few months back I started creating videos. Trying to share my research with wider audience.

My youtube channel is called Veritas Tudor. I am not happy with quality of certain videos...and some end up looking differnetly within youtube than in program in which I create them...and I will certainly have to redo some...

I found that I keep writing whetever...instead of wherever and complexition instead of complexion(even though i know how it is spelled!) and I am sure there are more typos i made when putting it into program which generates the voice.

But I am getting better(slowly, very slowly,but surely) and I decided to share some of them with you.

(Those bad ones you can check on your own, if you wish to.)

Constructive critism/feedback is much apreciated as long as you stay polite. (Subscribes and likes are also not bad.) Enjoy:

Our alleged Tudors in Netherlandish-dresses:

Margaret vs Joanna:

Tudor maternity fashion:

Why is it Anne of Cleves and not Howard:

Video about possible origin of IHS brooch:

Real looks of Mary Rose Tudor, Queen of France:

Why it isn't Perkin Warbeck:

Real looks of Elizabeth of York:

Can anybody explain to me why it is my most succesful video? I don't get it.

Why we can't trust portraits of Arthur+ one more which may be him, but isn't labelled as him:

Me ripping Mr Mathews theory to shreds:

...And there is 3 more on my channel.(tumblr has limit on videos per post). Check them out if you wish to:

Real looks of Catherine Parr

Why was Catherine Parr excluded from family portrait

and Real looks of Elizabeth I

(which is by the way video, before which I considerably underestimated how much I know about Elizabeth's portraits and descriptions... But I am starting to have same feeling while preparing for video about Anne Boleyn. But at least there i have her depictions handled...descriptions though...nightmare!)

Also...any ideas on future videos I should create? ...I will run out of tudor family members eventually...

[thecoffeeloverbutterfly90]

Seriously,...

I was today years old, than I found out, that Anne Archer, Catherine Bell, Nancy Cartwright, Jenna Elfman, Elisabeth Moss, Michael Peña and Giovanni Ribisi are all current members of Scientology, alongside it's poster guys John Travolta and Tom Cruise...

Like, WTF.

Dharma from Dharma & Greg, Jenna Elfman.

The woman who is the voice behind of Bart Simpson.

The lady from JAG, who is a Good Witch, too.

The mom of Dennis and Dee, from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

&

Last, but not least the lady from "The Handmaid's Tale".

Bonus, the other 2, of course. Because, JT and TC are well known, members of Scientology. So does, jailbird Danny Masterson (his family - daughter, wife and two of the siblings of him.).

But, I am glad for those who left this cult, behind them...

Like.:

Jason Lee

Juliette Lewis

Lisa Marie Presley

Laura Prepon

Leah Remini

Mimi Rogers *

Jeffrey Tambor

John Stamos

Kirstie Alley

Vince Offer

Katie Holmes *

Beck

Isaac Hayes

Chick Corea

Nicole Kidman *

Paul Haggis

(Etc.)

So glad, tho.

*The fact, that all of the 3 exwives of Tom Cruise (Mimi, Nicole and Katie) are left, the cult says a lot & it's speaks in high volumes, but not many hear it... cuz, they are deaf.*

RIP Lisa Marie & Kirstie.

*facepalms, cursing, crying and sipping my coffee, while I try not to think abt, the facts that I mentioned.*

(Oh, the respects that's lost. I still, like Bart, tho. Glad, that I watch The Simpsons mostly, in my native language voices. But, Dharma. FFS. Also, Anne Archer (the seasoned nepobaby, that no one mentions when it comes to nepoism - so does, Larry Hagman aka J.R, too.)... Oh, forget to mention, that Archer's son is also a minister in the Scientology. *vomit mentally, while role eyes repeatedly.* What the actual fucked, fucking fuck...

That's all folks...

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Clone high season 3!!!!!! Let’s goooooo!!!!!

Episode 1

Joan is being exulted from the group :( also Jesus is here!!! I miss him..

Omg roll call song!!! Joan pls let them sing. Jackie the ripper….. Grell Sutcliff vibes. Ohg Vincent!!!!! The blorbo…

Oh yeah, the new teacher is definitely suspicious, and that new guy and Harriet are totally gonna be a thing. For some reason Abe and JFK feel a bit off? Also the husbands…I love them.

His I forgot what it’s like to laugh at jokes in a show…

😔 rip to jfgosh….maybe…

Honest to god I too would also try to pick a color before graffiti it…I now love the bench creatures

The eyeball scene….gross.

Random person in the hat, I love you.

Why do people think Joan try to kill them? Like yeah, she throw everyone in a pit, but then they were led to a room to be brainwashed??? I can understand them think the pit would kill them or something but???? Murder?????

Episode 2

Cinnamon being a rising star of snorkeling but flailing, Mr b a sex worker who ran away from home…….the elements for a hurt/comfort fanfic are here…..👀👀

Maybe it’s just me, but this painting reminds me of Saint Sebastian. It might be the arrows?….

Marie….NooOOOOOOOO. (I literally screamed seeing her knees) tho it make me wonder, marries can fully speak with her head off. Can clone just, not die? Is this just silly cartoon logic, or can clone can lose body parts and keep going? If that’s the case then thats a major reason why Joan’s mom want to clones to be leaders, they could be physically be un-killable.

Everyone wanting to get out of their small rural/supern town….Mood. Pls pls pls let there be an indie type coming of age romance or friendship episode!!! Pls pls.

Abe going a sport team!! Again!!! JFK doing more sports!!! It’s cool to see Abe, JFK, and Confusious as a trio. And to see Abe not being romance focused, JFK too.

Vince trying out for cheerleading, Genghis too <3

It’s kind of weird to see Harriet as the cheer leader captain? I thought it would be Cleo since that more of a mean girl/popular stereotype? Harriet taking the mean girl role feels weird? Like last season she was a nervous theater kid who wants friends? Now she the cheer captain??? But also snappy. She the mean smart girl??

Cleo charter moment!!!!!!! Her caring about Frieda’s art and respect it!!!!

I love this episode

Episode 3

:( did JFK not have an accent anymore? It goes and goes..

Catherine the great x Anna Boleyn 👀 👀 oh that a cute ship!!! Also LGBT background characters let’s gooo!!!!!!

“I’ll happy let you take my virginity” Abe…ABE.

JFK not like the label “slut” :(

Oh my god is bi/pan jfk going be canon??? Also hella Abe x jfk vibes, nice

Christian rock…..do you think Jesus clone would be weird out by this music or like it?

Side note, Vincent isn’t an active Blecher Creature. So if he’s not that, not popular, is he middle ground? Are all the background characters just….middle ground?? (I’m thinking to much of the logic here)

Abe x JFK…:..boyfriends/QPR real <3

The whole “jfk didn’t want to do sex/be seen as a slut/want to do more things in life” is like, a good premise but the execution on this episode???? :/ idk.

Clone Cleo x 2 and cloe Frida x 3. 👀 👀

Oh neat, my thoughts about how other schools/people outside of Exclamation Point don’t know that clones exist!!!!

Abe did you puke that ring out or something else???

Episode 4

Oh neato, that how Harriet texts!!! It’s always cool to find out how fictional characters text and talk to people!! (That and it makes chat fic more realistic if you cope the canon way characters text)

The husbands have sex dolls of each other….👀👀

HE IS NOT THAT BUFF I REFUSE to believe that’s canon

Confucius breaking up with Harriet. I mean, I don’t think looking at another man is cheating? But it’s nice to know that is isn’t in the wrong or did anything bad, well beside the whole bear thing.

Episode 5

Oh, so Confucius and Jain are fake dating…

Oh my god there doing a manic pixie dream girl…

JFK and Abe nothing seeing and hearing the shoulder angels and demons…..👀👀

Mr B acting more human <3

SKUNKY POO IS A GIRL?????

Harriet’s dance outfit is cute.

Ok, Joan and Confusious talking by the water, then then dancing was super cute. Also Abe and Mary? They seems like a cute couple. Also skinny poo and cinnamon dancing in the rain was nice (wish it was Mr b tho… :( )

Oh nice, Harriet and what’s his name ended on good terms! I was afraid they were going to fight.

Ennui = a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction. 👀 JFK having these feelings because the shoulder angel and devil aren’t there, representing inner conflict. 👀 👀

I really like Confusious’s character growth, he’s not into technology to find praise and company. He’s friends with Abe and JFK and him and Joan dating seems….healthy? Tho I do wish Joan stay single, 2 out of 3 seasons she’s been dating someone and it would be cool to see her be herself and do things she likes to do.

[richmond-rex]

Hi! I read your answer about the York princesses’ betrothals and based on that, I couldn’t help but think but think that Edward IV died at a very awkward turning point for his reign? If he had lived for just 3-4 more years, I wonder what the situation would be both at the end of his rule and the aftermath. His heir would be 15-16 rather than 12, and while Richard’s usurpation obviously had many variables which can’t really be predicted without the benefit of hindsight, I think a slightly older King Edward V would definitely result in an altered situation. The Princes in the Tower’s extreme youth was a major factor that enabled Richard to take control of them as he did, I don’t know if he’d attempt the same if they were older or be able to do it as successfully. I think the response may also be different, both on the Princes’ end and by their supporters. And there’s the 1482 pardon for Henry Tudor as well; I wonder what would have come out of it, especially it seems to have been a serious proposal that Margaret Beaufort was presumably involved in arranging and clearly gave credence to.

Regarding the betrothals – like you said, Louis XI’s treaty with Burgundy in 1482 upset two of his plans, and since he died just 4 months after, that was how the situation looked like at the end of his reign. I highly doubt it would remain that way had he lived longer, though? It was almost definitely a temporary setback that was very common with royal marriages; I’ve read Ross’s chapter and he acknowledges that “this was partly a consequence of their youth: even the eldest, Elizabeth of York, was then only seventeen”. Since Edward’s plans were upturned for the moment, I think he’d probably start seeking alternatives (unless he was fine with them remaining unmarried as long as he wouldn’t have to pay their dowries, or was willing to marry them to high-ranking English families with a lower dowry, both of which are possible but unlikely, ig). In Catherine of York’s case, I believe there were arrangements for her to marry Juan of Aragon which were confirmed soon before Edward’s death – considering Isabella and Ferdinand were seeking allies against France at the time, it’s likely that this would have continued (I can’t find the details of this betrothal, though, rip). I remember reading Christine Weighton’s biography on Margaret of York which said that Maximilian considered marrying Elizabeth of York around 1485, for instance, so I don’t think Edward lacked options. Nor was Anne of York’s betrothal to Philip the Fair actually cancelled at the time of his death, although Maximilian would probably be in a position to demand more from it. I think it’s like what Ross says: “these temporary reverses would no doubt have been overcome had their father lived longer, for arranged dynastic marriages were often repudiated when political or diplomatic advantage demanded it”.

Basically, I think Edward IV died at a VERY awkward time for everyone except maybe Richard III. It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so devastating.

Hi! If Edward IV had lived longer it's reasonable to think his heir would have had more chances to succeed, I agree. Regarding the state of the betrothal plans at Edward IV's death, I highly doubt they would have been reversed even if Edward IV had lived a few more years thanks to the state of affairs between France and Burgundy (and Brittany). France would never allow Brittany to pass into England's hands as Edward and Francis intended and they would probably try to isolate them whilst also manoeuvering Burgundy, which, as we saw, descended into chaos after Mary of Burgundy's death. I simply see no way Elizabeth of York would ever have become queen of France whilst Anne of Brittany and Margaret of Austria were more enticing brides in terms of landed settlements. I could see Elizabeth of York being given as Maximilian's second wife, though, as Maximilian indeed thought about marrying her.

It brings to mind Anne's situation, though. Maximilian dropped all talks about that betrothal after he scored a settlement with France, and when we remember he would later say he only accepted marrying his grandson Charles to Henry VII's daughter Mary because of money, it does bring to light that Edward IV's hard bargain about the dowry as it stood was unlikely to sustain itself for long. It's also worth remembering that Maximilian sought Spain as his ally at that time too, and Isabella and Ferdinand had available daughters to offer to his heir. I'm not saying Edward IV's daughters wouldn't be able to marry foreign rulers—besides Spain, some different kind of settlement with Scotland (as Henry VII tried in 1487-9) or even with the Italian States or Portugal (also states Henry VII negotiated with for marriage alliances in the early 1490s) could have come up. What I'm saying is that that particular set of betrothals: Elizabeth of York as Queen of France, Anne as Duchess of Burgundy and dare I say, Edward Prince of Wales as Duke of Brittany, would be very hard to be achieved even if Edward IV had not died at a particularly awkward time.