#cassandra goad.

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2024

2 OCTOBER 2024 || The Princess of Wales met Liz Hatton and her loved ones at Windsor Castle along with The Prince of Wales.

Catherine was in -

↬ 'Cady' Single-Breasted Stretch Blazer in 'Burgundy' by Roland Mouret

↬ 'Axon' Side Zip Wide Leg Pants in 'Burgundy' by Roland Mouret

↬ Cashmere Knit Crewneck Sweater in 'Tan' from Ralph Lauren

↬ 'Temple of Heaven' Yellow Gold Pendant Earrings by Cassandra Goad

[aprincesadegales]

Catálogo de Looks da Princesa de Gales

Vestido: Amanda Wakeley Bolsa: Anya Hindmarch Sapatos: Jimmy Choo Brincos: Cassandra Goad Cinto: Alexander McQueen Recepção no Museu Imperial da Guerra, em Londres, para marcar o lançamento da Campanha do Centenário da I Guerra Mundial | 26.04.2012 Fontes: What Kate Wore | What Would Catherine Wear | UFO No More | Kate's Clothes

[charlotte-of-wales]

An endless list of my favorite outfits worn by the Princess of Wales (71/∞):

Attending Easter Mattins service at St. George’s Chapel, on April 17th 2022, wearing:

Emilia Wickstead pastel blue coat dress

Jane Taylor ‘Diamond Crepe Pleated Band’

Cassandra Goad Pearl ‘Cavolfiore’ Studs

Emmy London ‘Natasha’ bag in Duck Egg Blue

Emmy London ‘Rebecca’ pumps in Riviera suede

[avelera]

Going along. with my theory that, "Both Jayce AND Viktor think the other guy is out of their league, which is why they never officially dated." I think one of the misunderstandings that keep them from hooking up sooner stems from how we, the audience, and Jayce see his first encounter with Viktor.

We, the audience, and Jayce see a sequence of events where Jayce met Viktor at his absolute lowest moment. His life's work just literally blew up in his face. Then, when he tries to pitch it to Heimerdinger he's immediately shut down, his future hopes are dashed by his expulsion from the Academy AFTER Mel goads him into talking about magic which turns the rest of the Council against him, his patron (Cassandra Kiramman) abandons him, and his mother calls him mentally unwell in front of everyone in the Council chamber and disavows what she's seen with her own eyes about the magic that has inspired him ever since.

Jayce has lost everything and is ready to end his own life in response because he sees no hope for himself, no purpose in living.

From that perspective, Viktor extending a hand, saying he believes in Jayce's work enough to dedicate his life to working alongside him, is a literal godsend. This senior classmate who is smart enough to earn a spot as the Dean's assistant throws all of that away just to give Jayce at his lowest moment his vote of confidence?

I don't think it's an understatement to say that Viktor saved Jayce's life and from that moment, the moment Viktor gives Jayce back the gem bracelet which was a symbol of Jayce's life and life's work, he is literally giving Jayce back his life and Jayce is determined to dedicate that life to saving Viktor's and making him proud with Hextech. He starts with Viktor on such a high pedestal above him as a result.

Ok, so that's all pretty obvious from the show itself. But what about Viktor's perspective?

From Viktor's perspective, Jayce saved his life, or rather, his career and all his ambitions for this world. When we meet him, Viktor had traveled as high as he can as a poor kid from the undercity, with all his disadvantages, using his own ability. He's assistant to the most powerful man (yordle) in the city on just his smarts alone. But now his life is stagnant.

His ambition was to discover a scientific innovation that would change the world and, possibly, cure himself. And here he meets this scientist, who is younger than him who through an independent study, on his own, has created the miracle which will actually transform this age. And he did it without going through the system (yes he had the Kiramman patronage but he was not telling them what he was working on), without telling anyone what he was working on, without the blessing or assistance of Heimerdinger.

Not only that, but this man is willing to stand up to the most powerful people in the city and say his research was groundbreaking. Then, when everything is stripped away from him, he's prepared to die for his convictions rather than live in a world where he can't advance his research.

I can only imagine this was incredibly humbling for Viktor, to see someone else coming up with the world's most life-changing technology while he was fussing around being an assistant. He takes the leap immediately from, again, working for the most powerful man (yordle) in the city to throwing his entire lot, his career, everything he's earned up to that point, in an all-out gamble to support the invention of Jayce's mind.

And then Jayce is generous enough to let Viktor come on board with him. To call Viktor his partner, even though he wasn't the originator of the idea (and oh BOY is that gonna become a time paradox in and of itself later, did Viktor technically originate the idea when he inspired Jayce with that stone? Where does it actually begin??). Viktor might be an assistant again, but at least he's an assistant to the most important and revolutionary work of this age.

But he doesn't see Jayce's rejection by Heimerdinger in the prison cell, or know what the strategy to survive the trial was supposed to be without the fuck-up of falling for Mel's goading, or his subsequent rejection by Cassandra Kiramman outside the gates, or his mother's rejection of the magical event they saw with their own eyes. He doesn't see Jayce's lowest moments, only the two ideological stands he took both in defending his work to the Council and being willing to die when it's taken from him.

Basically, Viktor could very well see himself as second-fiddle to Jayce in accomplishment alone, then throw in everything Jayce has just naturally, like his looks and his background, and you begin to piece together why both of them might have thought the other was out of his league, and why Viktor fought so hard to create innovations to match Jayce's, or seen himself as flawed and a work in progress until he had such independent accomplishments, and why he would hesitate to confess his feelings to Jayce until he felt he had something to offer in return, not realizing he had already given Jayce the world and literally given Jayce back his life.

[perfettamentechic]

Outfit of the Day by Paola Moretti

Outfit by Paola Moretti #outfitoftheday #ootd #wwt #outfit #fashionstyle #violadavis #blueroyal #gestuz #stjohncollection #manoloblahnik #friedaandfreddies #philippplein #cassandragoad #giannicarità #chaumet #mugler #iho #paolamoretti #perfettamentechic

Jeans: Gestuz Maglia: St. John Collection Scarpe: Manolo Blahnik Cappotto: Frieda & Freddies Borsa: Philipp Plein Orecchini: Cassandra Goad Anello: Gianni Carità Spilla: Chaumet Profumo: Angel etoile des reves by Mugler Fashion Blogger: Paola Moretti Instagram: paolamorettiiho

[vivalafxxku]

Scruffing of the Robins + others

i wholeheartedly believe that Bruce is devastated when he can no longer or never got to scruff his kids. Not only is it because his kids have matured to the point that they no longer impulsively jump into shit and need to be physically pulled back, it's because they grew.

He nearly cries when he tried to scruff Dick (his Robin may have gotten better impulsive control, but he was still a little shit) and his son only rises to his toes rather than the air. A whole new wave of tears when Dick (while he didn't grow much taller) changes to his more streamlined Nightwing suit so there's nothing to scruff without accidentally hurting him. Dick would catch his look of discontent and laugh, saying that this was exactly why his suit was designed the way it is.

Then there's Jason. Jason who was always pretty small (street kid woes), so even at 15, Bruce can comfortably scruff him. And most of the time, Jason goads him into scruffing him 'cause it's fun. But then he died and when he came back, his son nearly towers over Bruce and weighs just as much and won't let Bruce within 6ft of him without risking a bullet to the shoulder.

Oh but he tries, out of instinct or maybe nostalgia? A whimsical wish for the past, for a different reality? Though it's not much of a scruff and more of a yank to the brown leather jacket collar that earns him a snarl on a good day and physical harm on a bad one.

Tim doesn't get scruffed much and Bruce regrets it in hindsight. But back then, he was drowning in grief and Tim didn't need much scruffing, the Robin was metaphorically scruffing him than the other way around.

By the time Bruce gets around to scruffing Tim, it's a rare occurrence. Tim has all the discipline in the world when in his company despite what his brothers and team say, mind carefully calculating move after move, from travelling the world (something Tim refuses to elaborate other than a splenectomy that Bruce had to dig to find out) during his little stint in the time stream. But when he does, it's a Dick situation all over again where he just rises to his toes.

Cassandra was much too elusive and disciplined to be scruffed (not to mention, too tall). His daughter, however, does find amusement in the impulse and allows Bruce to scruff her, pulling her knees inwards to have the full experience of being airborne. But it's not the same. It's a different kind of fond; it doesn't have the protectiveness laced in the action. There's no exasperation, no "hold on a minute, let's think about it."

Barbara, Stephanie and Duke were too tall when Bruce took them in. And unlike Cass, they don't indulge him either. The existence of Batgirl hinged on the fact that she listens to Batman and Bruce had his hands full with Dick and Jason. Stephanie teases him, rubbing in the fact that she's not actually his kid; therefore, doesn't have to right to scruff her. And Duke is much too awkward, too new, to know if he should.

Then, there's Damian.

His little boy that flinched the first time Bruce reached out to scruff him. Bruce was still working on getting Damian comfortable around him, to show that he would never lay a hand on him. Then he was lost in time. He considered himself lucky that Dick took up more than being Batman. He came back and all he needed to do was figure out his and Damian's dynamic as father and son. (Turns out, Dick made a habit of scruffing Damian. "Won't lie to you, B. It's pretty effective.")

It's only a matter of time before when Damian outgrows being scruffed. Bruce already missed 10 years with his boy on top of being lost in time and puberty is going to hit him like a truck in a few years if he is anything like Bruce.

But for now, he enjoys his little Robin's protests and huffiness when he tries to jump into the fray prematurely while his family listens in amusement through the comms.

[demonic0angel]

God!Danny and Servant!Damian

Damian stared at the long hallway of various knickknacks and doohickeys. The ever-changing wallpaper was cracked and peeling, sticky with a green substance. Bizarrely shaped and decorated doors would occasionally peek out from the mountains of loot. The tables that lined the hallway were filled with books and books and many random objects. The hallway was illuminated with a combination of different things, candles and chandeliers and crackling TVs and lightbulbs lighting up the way. At the very end of the long hallway was a lone door, unmarked and conspicuous in its simplicity.

Once he walked through that door, he would be able to complete his wish.

Something to his side caught his eye. It was a small picture of a family, one with many unique characters.

It reminded Damian of his own.

It reminded him of his failures, his goals, and his desires.

Wiping away the liquid that welled in his eyes, he turned and glared at the door that seemed more and more like the light in the darkness as well as his own personal demise.

Damian grit his teeth and began to run.

————

It all started simply. It was an average day, a normal afternoon as Damian bickered with his siblings as always. He and Timothy were rubbing on each other's nerves, only instigated further by Jason who would gleefully laugh every now and then whenever he sparked the dying fire.

Dick sighed and said, "C'mon you two. Why can't you just get along?"

"It's  because Damian knows that Tim is better than him at detective work." Jason said.

"Shut up, Todd!" Damian said as Timothy made a strange expression of both smugness and also exasperation. Despite knowing that Jason was deliberately goading them on, they still fell for it and walked right into another heated argument.

Dick only sighed further as his little siblings argued like children. The door to the command room opened with Batman sweeping in, Stephanie following him with a little skip to her step.

"Heya, everyone!" She greeted cheerfully while Batman flew past them to inspect the controls.

All of them were in a spaceship commandeered by the batfamily in a mission to inspect a small alien planet that had recently pinged itself on their radar. It was a dangerous new colony that had an ability to steal the memories of those that they had killed and use it to conquer new planets.

The batclan was currently in a mission to investigate if the rumors were true and to find any weaknesses.

"Father?" Damian asked, as he noticed Batman's tense body language. "What is the matter?"

".... Orphan hasn't come back from her stealth mission."

A ripple of dread went through the room. Timothy immediately sat down on a seat and began to pull up mission records. They updated it regularly as they went, and Cassandra had logged in for her mission a few days ago, but now she was several hours past her expected return. This was a bad sign, especially since it was only a reconnaissance mission, with little to no conflict and even if there was, Cassandra would've contacted them.

Something had gone very, very wrong.

Stephanie whispered, "No... she couldn't have been."

Jason gave a snort, although it was weak and filled with false bravado. "There's no way. She's probably trying to find some new information for us. She's stronger than that."

No one said anything.

His attempt at gathering hope failed.

"... fuck." Jason said quietly, as the worst of what could've happened finally sank its claws into his mind.

Everyone was aware that this current mission was one with high stakes. The alien race they were investigating was a dangerous one, and unknown at that. Although they expected danger, they hadn’t expected one of their own to actually get hurt.

Batman shook his head, a hand reaching out to clasp Jason's shoulder. "We'll find her and then we'll help her." He reassured him softly. It said a lot that Jason didn't shake off his touch.

A stone sank in Damian's stomach.

This was his first mission in outer space and he loathed how vulnerable he felt. In an effort to hide it, Damian scoffed to himself and straightened.

They all lifted their heads in unison, however, when a crash rang through the ship. Their gut instincts had alerted them to the danger a second beforehand, but it was still too late.

The light flickered off, inciting another gasp of panic. They all put on their masks to switch on their night vision.

Batman immediately pulled out several batarangs and said, "Dick, with me! The rest of you, stay here and be careful. We'll investigate."

"Fuck!" Jason screamed, louder. "Why am I not coming?!"

"I need you to protect your siblings!" Batman said before he ran off with Dick in tow.

"Grayson!" Damian couldn't help but yell. "Father, shouldn’t we stick together instead?!”

He couldn’t help the worry that stuck to his voice.

Dick swerved back before he could leave the control room and immediately pulled Damian into a hug. "Little Bat," he said softly. "Stay here and protect Stephanie and Tim, okay? They need it."

Damian wanted to protest at his reassurances, almost indignant at the idea that he possibly needed comfort, but he didn’t say a word as Dick stroked his back. Timothy didn't speak up either, completely silent. Damian knew that he was also feeling some sense of immense dread, their survival instincts giving them a premonition of danger and death.

Damian tried to hold his brother closer, eyes wide before Dick pulled away, pulling on a false smile.

"Be careful!" He screamed and then he left.

"This isn't good, this isn't good." Tim muttered as he furiously tapped on the keyboard to figure out what was going on. Everything was down, even their systems and now they just waited in the darkness for a signal of safety.

Jason cursed under his breath. "I should've been with them!" He muttered.

Damian pushed down his nausea and said, "Then let's go. With the computers down, there is no reason for us to stay here when we could go out and help them."

"Fuck, I'm going." Jason pulled out his guns and immediately began to load them with bullets.

"Dammit." Tim cursed and Stephanie pulled out her own bo staff and looked determinedly at them.

"Let's go." She said, and they all followed her as she left first.

They ran through the halls to get to the sector where the explosion had supposedly started. The air seemed stale and dark, and a distant 'ooh'ing noise like wind going through a hole disturbed them greatly. Damian wished he had his swords, but all he had was a bo staff and a few batarangs to protect himself.

His eyes searched the darkness. Stephanie and Timothy were next to each other, their shoulders almost bumping against each other's for comfort, while Jason trailed a little behind Damian, guns out and ready. Damian reassured himself that his family was safe. Cassandra was surely just fine and so would his father and Richard be. They would be okay.

They would all be okay.

There was another crash right in front of them and Stephanie screamed. Jason immediately shot into the dark, the bright flash of a gunshot illuminating the hall for a moment, showing just who came through the wall.

A grotesque monster with bulging, writhing black tentacles stared at them before the light faded. Jason relentlessly shot his bullets, but they seemed useless.

There was a short scuffle before a disturbing squelching noise.

Timothy gave a long, loud keen before his body blocked Damian's vision.

The last thing that Damian saw before Timothy was pulling him away was Stephanie's fallen body, a deep blackness covering her that would shine crimson red.

They ran.

The moment Damian was able to reconnect with his thoughts and surroundings, he pulled his hand out of Timothy's and said, "Brown! She's still back there!"

"No!" Timothy snapped, his voice sounding wrecked. "We have to run. I saw her. She's not coming back."

Jason cursed violently and they quickly skidded into the next hall, shutting the sealed doors for a moment.

"Fuck. It's them. They found Cassandra and took her memories." Jason said and Damian choked on his fear and shock.

Timothy shuddered visibly and then said, "I think they got Stephanie too."

Damian grimaced, hurt shooting through his chest like a bullet wound before he gasped.

"Father! And Richard! They—They went ahead of us!" It was almost instantaneous how both Jason and Timothy paled.

Jason smacked his hands over his eyes. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

He took out his helmet and quickly put it on. "I'm going out. Maybe I can find them. Bruce is smart, he's probably still alive and I'll find them."

"You're not invincible, Todd." Damian snarled. "Let us come with you. If we die, we'll all die together."

"Like hell we will." Jason said curtly. "You little shits are gonna live because if another Robin dies, I'm...." He paused. He didn't know what to say.

None of them could find the words needed to comfort each other.

Damian's stomach dropped further into his feet, as if he was about to be sick.

Timothy reached out and grabbed onto Jason's sleeve. "Jason. You know it's a suicide mission. You can't go."

Jason reloaded his bullets and didn't say anything.

When he turned, Jason's helmet was still on his face as he stared at both Tim and Damian. Then he reached over to put a gloved hand on their heads and said, his voice crackling softly, "I gotta go, Robins. Protect each other. Be safe. I mean it."

His touch was heavy and warm, even through his glove. Damian stared at his akhi with wide, wet eyes.

Timothy screamed in shock and despair as Jason sealed that exit and then ran off. They heard the distant sounds of gunshots before they faded.

Timothy gasped for breath, tears flowing down his face but he quickly wiped them and then pulled on Damian's arms. "C'mon, Robin. It's up to us now. We have to get to the exit bay and hope that everyone else gets through this alive and back home."

No one voiced the fact that it would be near impossible.

As they ran, Timothy was furiously typing on his communicator. When they reached the ship bay, where extra spacecrafts were stationed and ready to fly, they found it blissfully empty.

Already suspicious, they snuck inside. Damian was almost irritated by the small gasps that left Timothy's throat but he understood, with the grief that seemed to eat through his stomach. After a moment, as they inched towards a spacecraft, Damian reached out to hold Timothy's hand and squeezed gently.

Timothy squeezed back and they both sped up to the spacecraft. They both worked together to open it up and get it ready for space travel when there was a distant roar.

Damian shuddered hard, goosebumps rising over his skin as he worked even faster, flicking on buttons and readying the controls and coordinates.

Timothy cursed and said, "Dammit. I can't message Earth."

Damian bit into his lip.

Nothing was going well. Where were their family?

Timothy handed Damian the communicator. For a moment, Damian just stared at it in confusion before he turned to Timothy with questioning eyes, his heart squeezing in his chest.

What was the meaning of this? Was Timothy possibly handing off their last chance of survival to him? For what reason?

"What is this for?" Damian snapped.

"Just hold it," Timothy said exhaustedly. "I need to go out and see if the exterior of the pod is functional for space travel. You stay here and stay inside while I go check outside."

"No! What if something happens and I am unable to stop it?" Damian said, his foot stomping once on the ground to emphasize his point.

Timothy didn't say anything as he started to walk down the ramp to the ground outside of the ship. Damian rushed forward to grab his hand and pull him back.

"Why must everyone sacrifice their lives?!" Damian shouted. "You don't need to do this! Let's just stick together!"

"Just shut up, Damian!"

"No! Let's leave now! I-I want to leave now!"

Timothy turned to him with a furious expression but whatever was on Damian's face made him pause. Then he pursed his lips together before pulling Damian in close.

They had never hugged before.

The closest they had ever been was whenever Damian lunged forward for a knife to Timothy's gut.

But this... this wasn't so bad. Damian's eyes burned with an urge to cry and he grabbed onto his brother's suit.

"We will be okay, Damian."

And just as he said that, he pushed Damian forward and through the aircraft as the aliens finally revealed themselves as well as the tentacle that now wiggled into Timothy's stomach.

It happened in an instant.

Damian couldn't even react as Timothy was impaled through his torso.

Blood spilled on the floor and through Timothy's mouth. Timothy coughed, more blood dripping down his chin. He inched forward as the tentacles seemed to pull him back. It was a slow thing, as Damian watched in frozen horror as Timothy moved towards him.

"Timothy!" He couldn't help but blurt it out. "You're going to be ripped in half, you imbecile!"

He took out a batarang, already formulating a plan to hopefully cut away the tentacle but then Timothy reached into his side pouch and took the access card out, slotting it into the card reader and smiling reassuringly at Damian as blood dripped from his lips and body.

"You'll be okay." He croaked, before a black blur shot out and impaled his skull, blood splattering over the doors as they quickly shut themselves.

The aircraft began to lift itself from the ground automatically as Damian screamed with rage and grief, his fist smacking into the door as he flew away. The last thing he saw before he sped off into space and back to earth was Timothy's limp body being dragged backwards.

Damian sank to his knees and didn't get up for a long time.

When he arrived back to Earth, it was useless.

Because Gotham was now gone.

————

Damian opened the door.

Inside was a wide, circular room with marble walls and floors. The ceiling was tall, and windows covered it, letting in golden light that lit up the room with an ethereal glow. In the middle of the room was a pool of water surrounding a tall tree on a little island.

Damian couldn't help the gulp of air that he took, rejuvenating him with a refreshing lightness like he was breathing in sunlight.

"Ah." A voice gasped softly. Damian whipped his head upwards and stared at a figure floating within the tree branches. "Hello."

This person wore white and black, their clothes all flowing around them. On their face was a deer skull, its horns stretching behind them as their white hair, strangely similar to Jason's unique white coloring, floated gently.

"Are you the God from the legends?" Damian asked, his voice sounding braver than he felt as the pressure of this being encased him.

"The legends? I suppose so. Do you have a wish, Damian al Ghul-Wayne?"

Damian flinched before his gaze hardened. "Yes. I would like to make a deal with you."

"I see." The god jumped off of the tree branch and floated in front of him. The air felt colder as they drifted closer to Damian. "What is your wish?"

"I want my family to live again."

The being paused. They tilted their head and then said, "Your family?"

"Yes." Damian paused and then clarified, "I want my entire family to be alive again. My father, all of my brothers, my sisters, my grandfather, and my extended family within Gotham."

"... a very big ask." The god murmured.

A chill rose within Damian and he said urgently, worried that his wish wouldn't be granted, "I am willing to do whatever it takes to have my wish granted. I can kill whoever you ask, I can offer my own body...! Anything, as long as my family is alive again."

The god tilted their head the other way. Then they said, "I see. Name your family."

Damian's breath hitched but before he did, he asked, "Will my wish be granted?"

"Yes."

Damian thrilled at that, before he paused. Then he asked carefully, "What is the price?"

The god turned to look at him. Their empty eye sockets, filled with a faint green glow, seemed to bore holes into his soul. "The price of the revival of your family is to sacrifice your life and eternity to me. You will offer your life, your death, and your eternity to me, for me to do whatever I wish."

Damian's breath stuttered. He paused, heart pounding as he debated with himself.

But who was he kidding?

There was no such question in the first place. Damian was not worth even an toe from his family. He wasn't even worth enough to even gaze upon their shoes.

Damian nodded firmly. "I agree to your deal. If I offer everything that I am to you, you will agree to revive my family as they once were?"

"They will be revived and reverted back to a time when they were once alive. They will be well and healthy, I assure you. With this deal, I can promise that they will live to old age."

Damian beamed. "Deal. My family's names are Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, and Timothy Drake."

The god seemed to give off an air of satisfaction. "Then, for the soul, eternity, and life and death of Damian al Ghul-Wayne, the aforementioned people will be revived and brought back to life."

They clapped their hands. "It's been done."

Damian couldn't tell if they were lying or not. Still, Damian was overjoyed at this piece of news. "Then... may I go see them?"

The god floated a bit in front of him. "No. You'll stay here, with me."

Damian paused, his stomach dropping and he wanted to smack himself for hoping. "I see. What will you have me do?"

Would they make Damian kill for them? Be a slave? Use his body? Would he have to sacrifice his body parts for them? Kidnap people? The possibilities were endless and although it made a bitter, sour taste go through his mouth, Damian did not dare complain.

The god seemed to be smiling as a broom appeared into existence in their hands. They handed it to Damian who grabbed it unsurely.

"Clean up."

————

And that was the beginning of how Damian became a servant of a lone God.

[caitlynmeow]

Daniela calls Bela the smart one because Cassandra always always ends up getting Daniela tangled up with her mess and also she pranks her and pick on her and Dani falls for it every time.

Bela though? She can see right through Cass and doesn’t fall for her goading and taunting. It’s this insight that she has that makes Daniela idolize her in that regard and consider her smarter than normal because how do you avoid Cass and her shit? You must have superpowers.

[the-jewel-catalogue]

Kate + Wimbledon 22/?

Princess of Wales -2023

Shyla London Chunky Knot Baroque Pearl Earrings

a bracelet

Kate + Wimbledon 23/?

Princess of Wales -2023

Cassandra Goad pearl earrings

Halcyon Days bangle

Kate + Wimbledon 24/24

Princess of Wales -2023

debuted a pair of earrings from Milina London

Halcyon Days bangle 

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

WALK WALK FASHION BABY | It's been a long six months but Catherine's first official engagement of 2024 has been and gone. She wore an updated version of the bespoke Jenny Packham dress she wore to The Mall walkabout and Governor-Generals lunch before last year's coronation. She also wore a new Philip Treacy hat. Catherine repeated her white Jimmy Choo heels and carried her trusty Mulberry Bayswater clutch. The Princess of Wales wore Cassandra Goad earrings and the regimental brooch of the Irish Guards

[regalfille]

Princess Kate Middleton met with a teen Cancer Patient at Windsor Castle

Princess Kate’s loving gesture for a teen Cancer patient 

Kate Middleton wore a Roland Mouret suit with beige top and Cassandra Goad Temple of Heaven Earrings to meet Liz Hatton at Windsor Castle. More details on RegalFille. 

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2024

15 JUNE 2024 || The Princess of Wales attended the Trooping the Colour celebrations in London.

Catherine was in -

↬ Bespoke Sheath Dress in White & Black reworked with Ribbons by Jenny Packham

↬ OC 155 Saucer Hat in 'Black & White' by Philip Treacy

↬ 'Cavolfiore' Pearl Stud Earrings from Cassandra Goad

↬ Irish Guards St.Patrick Star Regimental Brooch

↬ 'Bayswater' Clutch in 'Black Suede' by Mulberry

↬ 'Romy 85' Pumps in 'White Leather' by Jimmy Choo

[aprincesadegales]

Catálogo de Looks da Princesa de Gales

Vestido: Emilia Wickstead Bolsa: Mulberry Sapatos: Rupert Sanderson Brincos: Cassandra Goad Visita ao museu Gandhi Smriti, dedicado a Mahatma Gandhi, em Nova Delhi | 2º dia da Visita Oficial à Índia | 11.04.2016 Fontes: What Kate Wore | What Would Catherine Wear

[nerdasaurus1200]

You know what would’ve been a way better version of the PEEV fight scene?

Completely cut out all of Rapunzel’s desperate pleas for help. Have her finally snap and be just completely FURIOUS with Cassandra. To the point where she doesn’t even try to talk it out again. And Cassandra on the other hand would still be retaining elements of her breakdown at the end of OAH. Like she just doesn’t care about Rapunzel’s anger to an alarming degree. If anything Cass is goading her on.

And then right at this part, as Rapunzel thinks she has Cass cornered and has won…

Instead of Cass seemingly just now remembering the eclipse, she just smirks at Rapunzel and starts clapping.

R: ….what are you doing?

C: you put on quite a show princess, but you forgot one thing. Your deadline. 😈

And it’s basically revealed that while Cass is genuinely off her rocker, the whole thing was a trap. She was just using the fight as a way to keep Rapunzel distracted until the eclipse

[vigilskeep]

Noooooooo go back to being not normal I want to hear more

cassandra often resorts to the physical when she’s frustrated because brute force in her experience has always gotten the job done (see: being a high-level chantry enforcer who has fully genuinely threatened at least two of the other dai companions with torture off the top of my head, and generally her turn to violence in her worst arguments with varric) and i believe if the inquisitor was fucked up enough to goad her into proving herself a true templar and using a silence on them, it wouldn’t even be that hard

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The way Cassandra Baratheon was the same kind of stepmother to Jaehaera that Alicent was to Rhaenyra, GRRM had no chill lmao.

“Lady Cassandra had been briefly bethrothed to King Aegon II [...] and bitterly resented having to care for the weepy, feeble-witted child queen whom she blamed for all her woes.”

Cassandra is a kind of precursor to another Alicent figure in that she probably didn't want to stay serving a girl who she at one point was going to become stepmother to/become a queen consort. And we're clued in on it by what the text says about her when her mother sent her & her sisters to KL for their mother's capitulation to Corlys' terms ("The Hour of the Wolf"):

It's also important to remember that Cassandra was:

around 15-17 here, since Aemond appears to marry a Baratheon girl in the events before the war and the note is that all the girls were not in their majority (16) yet AND the war lasted a little over a year

also sent to KL to be a hostage/representative of the Baratheons along with her sisters in response to Corlys' peace terms not long after Aegon was killed and not long after Cregan appeared (even with her grandfather, LAdy Elenda's father, there to supervise, how much supervising is this old man doing over Cassandra? Men aren't taksed with suepricing ladies and they will not notive/take preciutions where a septa or an older lady might Esp since she still ends up being seduced by Mervyn Flowers?)

also expected to be the heir to a large household, similar to Rhaenyra

had no hand in deciding any of such things above for herself as far as it's told in the OG telling

This girl was not "prepared" to become any sort of "mother figure" to a girl like Jaehaera without the trappings of actually becoming a stepmother to her, and a queen. Unlike Alicent & like Rhaenyra, she doesn't ever get to be a queen. Like Alicent, she shows resentment (or possible does so) to the more vulnerable party between the 2. It's an interesting reprisal of Alicent-Rhaenyra's states of social privilege GRRM does here. Still, there are also a few things about Cassandra that are reminiscent of how vulnerable girls/women are in such a patriarchal setting.

The quote you pull up says:

Disappointment had turned her sour, her detractors said; once her father’s heir at Storm’s End, she found herself of little account in King’s Landing, and bitterly resented having to care for the weepy, feeble-witted child queen whom she blamed for all her woes.

This moment is before the silent siege when Cassandra is revealed to be a participant in the plot to force Aegon to capitulate to (Unwin Peake) rebelling men's demands. The context of the quote is a discussion of who would have likely killed a severely mentally disabled 8-year-old. Nothing ever came forth as proof of Cassandra actually killing or willing to physically harm Jaehaera, even if it was just at a cost to herself and there had been no outside influence/goading. This was a possibility brought up bc such a motive couldn't be ignored--doesn't make it true with no strong suggestive proof of her actions that show willingness, again, to physically harm the princess. But it's still a possibility, not an undoubtable fact that she was willing to hurt Jaehaera this way.

While intriguing the likeliest suspect, to me, is Unwin Peake & I don't want to hang Cassandra by her thumbs more than any of those "detractors" who might simply want to get rid of her Baratheon presence from the court. Not totally without merit as the Baratheons has been the blacks enemies during the last war & Cassandra was about to become queen through Aegon's mother's killer, but:

Lady Elenda, Cassandra's mother, is the real agent with the power to seek out revenge. Not Cassandra. And all her mother's actions--PLUS how she clearly didn't/wouldn't want her infant son Olyver to be lost in any altercation for a revenge mission she actually seems to have no interest in taking--show that if any person were Swanting Cassandra out of court for a claim of fear of her going out of her isolated self's way to hurt Aegon/Jaehaera and not expect fallback; there actually was no real fear of such happening, which would bring up either a prejudice against the Barathosn Fromm said "detractors" or them merely wanting to feel as if they were getting rid of future competition to their own influence over Aegon or recieving poltical favors from Aegon

motive =/= proof of the accused crime nor does it always lead to inconvertible truth of a specific story told from it)

And (jic) while Cassandra is revealed to have been involved in the secret siege through her being used by Mervyn Flowers' manipulating her later on, we also don't really know if she had been "in" with Unwin Peake and his gang all the back then when Jaehaera was still alive nor whether her frustrations transferred into her despite Daenaera It's possible that after Jaehaera died, she was less angry but still a little frustrated.

As for Daenara and the silent siege, it's unclear which had the most influence or gave her the most motivation to be part of that group: Mervyn Flower's manipulation or her own frustrations of losing out on being queen. Perhaps her frustrations made her more amenable to the attentions of a bastard, handsome knight like Flowers & then she slid into a situation that she couldn't feel her way out of, got too scared to really report those around her, was intimidated into silence, and in the end, broke down being questioned.

How much did Mervyn tell her and how did they get together? Did either go to the other with complaints abt how Daenaera didn't deserve her position/Aegon didn't and Mervyn vaguely offered her a way to "get back" at either Aegon/Daenarea/both? How much did she know she was getting into?

Was she actually "sour" enough for manslaughter/homicide like Lucinda Penrose was for her lost marriage prospects (her nose had been slit during the preparations of the Maiden's Ball)? Not being queen vs not having any good marriage prospects are two different things, and yes these are two different girls, but this is also worth considering. Seeing how we still do not have that much info about their unique histories, lives & personalities. We don't know bc they didn't investigate that/we're not allowed in.