#eleanor eulogy

[mudd-art]

Custos' work is never done. Or quiet.

[napkinscrawls]

Eleanor being Custos of Ghouls. Present for Terzo's removal & having to calm his ghouls, specifically Omega. :}

She gets real injured in going toe-to-toe with a ghoul.

But also: Dewdrop is there (as a young water ghoul) & gets fucking messed up mentally watching two of the calmest people he knew(also real close friends) duking it out. One blinded by grief & the other desperate to not lose more.

It's largely one-sided & Eleanor is going to die. She's human. Of course. Those horns of hers are plastic. Just sewn into her hat. She shouldn't be trying to fight him, let alone grapple the beast. Digging her heels in to the stone as always. Like she would when she'd futilely try to stop Omega from chasing after Terzo because they had work to do. Shit.

Until something cracks & Omega's clawing at her back turns into grasping, into a crushing grip, into a desperate hug. Omega never sobbed before. Fuck.

Dew is just watching. He's never felt more alone, & it's not just the severed tie to their Papa. These two are untouchable but together. He's untethered. Drifting.

He doesn't even register the smell of blood that pools from Eleanor until Omega's voice forms the question of her name.

That shade of red fucking does not suit her.

Definitely could be an instigating moment in Dew's element shift. :}

[napkinscrawls]

Hoarfrost! (or Hoar, yes she's heard the whore puns) Ice ghoul, handles photography but can play bass. Ancient ghoul from the catacombs. The grumpiest, no fun allowed unless it's her fun. Enjoying modern life.

Eleanor Eulogy! 'Ghoul Custos' human, member of Church but not ordained. Specifically hired to herd the ghouls. Flips between absolute confidence & self-destruction to go toe-to-toe against ghouls. Has recently been made overseer of summoning rituals too. Does not want to be promoted.

Dafne! Undiscovered child of Imperator, she got weird dreams & gets possessed sometimes. Dafne grew up on the road, a satanist & biker but has anxiety from her persistent dreams. Accepts everything with resignation bc her mum's word is law.

rb with your oc’s, I wanna see :D

[muddiestpath]

top 5 OCs? :3c

I had to trawl the archives, & this changes frequently but rn?

5. Fife Tosscobble (dnd halfling bard) long time fav, despite that I've not been able to play her properly! She's a jaded lesbian who was framed for her lover's death but believes she deserves the blame.

4. Chancellor's Lot (dnd genasi pact weapon) a weird one, he was a warlock who got a bad end & end up trapped in a weapon. No idea how I'd play him in game but I'd love to.

3. Uath (rp dwarven princess & insect mage) I just love her design so much. I had a lot of fun. She's adopted into the royal family & is older than her siblings but still considered the youngster bc race ages. Rides a giant ram & uses illusions to mess with ppl.

2. Aislyn Tabris (dragon age city elf warrior) the OG. The blorbo that ruled my artblog for so long. The beginning of my MILF era. I owe her so much. Got me through university. I want to draw her everytime I see her.💕✨

1. Gwillian 'the last gasp' (Arcane zaunite) the new queen. Bartender & mutant from the depths of the undercity: gills/poison immunity/sharp teeth. I put so many identity/depersonalisation/monsterfucker vibes into her. Sadly, she's so pretty she's hard for me to draw 😢 She made me actually want to write?! So she has to be #1

I can do two hairstyles: fried bob or braids.

[nakeddeparture]

The Fallout - Keith McDonald Ellis - The Electra Complex - What now for their futures - Barbados.

https://youtu.be/8i95a01h-O8

Steve and Eleanor split? Did Keitha have an incestuous relationship with her father? Where is Marva? So many questions - but the Electra Complex spoke volumes when you heard Keitha’s eulogy. She spoke like a wife, not like a daughter. Have your say. Naked!!

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[hauntnowpod]

Episode Thirty-Three - The Epilogue

Our season, and series, finale has arrived. If you loved the show, please share your own eulogies with us a hauntnowpod @ gmail.com

So long, and thanks for all the ghosts 👻

Transcript here!

The Way We Haunt Now is supported in part by an award from the Vermont Arts Council and the National Endowment for the Arts. This episode of The Way We Haunt Now was written by Courtney Floyd and Georgia Mckenzie, with sound design by Brad Colbroock and voice acting by:

Ali Hylton, Jeff Goldman, Kirsty Woolven, and Natalie Hunter as the Apartment

Aubrey Akers as Professor

Becca Marcus as Lota

Brad Colbroock as Cas

Courtney Floyd as Eulalie

Danny Spiller as Aaron

David A Meyers as Cas’s Advisor

David S. Dear as Henry

Eleanor Grey as Frankie

Georgia Mckenzie as Josie

Jess "Bear" Winston as Alicia

Kira Apple as The Narrator and Mary

Lindsay Zana as Danny

Marnie Warner as Parker

Michelle Sellers as Tricia

Paul H. Rollins as Nick

Sian Luxford as Professor 1

Tal Minear as Myrtle

Tim Lowe as Jon Harker

There’s no need to bust out your Ouija board to keep in touch. Whether you’re new to the spirit world or simply a ghost in need of some entertainment, you can visit www.hauntnowpod.com for information about our cast and crew, content warnings, and transcripts.

You can also find us screaming into the void of social media at, you guessed it, @HauntNowPod. Remember to HAUNT RESPONSIBLY.

[scary-movies-on-netflix]

THE BLANCHEVILLE MONSTER (1963)

This was a joint Italian-Spanish flick.  Over there, it was called “Horror,” placed in Scotland, and the family name in question was “Blackford.”  In the U.S. version the story was placed in Brittany, in France, and the family was called “de Blancheville.” 

In 1884, Emilie is returning to her family castle, along with her friend Alice and Alice’s brother John.  Emilie reunites with her brother, Roderic, and they mourn over the recent death of their father, who died when the family abbey burned down.  Everyone is having dinner, and they hear an elephant-like scream!  Roderic explains that it was just a dog.  Alice is awakened that night by another noise, and she makes her way to the tower, where she sees the housekeeper, Eleanore, drugging a hideously deformed man!  Alice runs away, and she faints into Roderic’s arms.  She wakes up in her own bed and promptly walks back into the hallway, where she finds Roderic.  She tries to explain what she saw, but he takes her to the empty room and tries to convince her that it was all a dream.

The next day everyone goes for a walk, and when they get home Roderic confesses that their father did not die in the abbey fire!  He was just horribly burned and disfigured.  He and Eleanore are in on the plot, along with Doctor LaRouche (who is also there).  Now, father has escaped!  Emilie says that she will join the search, but Roderic tells her, “You’re the one he wants to kill!”  Emilie is flabbergasted.  Roderic explains that father believes in a prophecy about the downfall of their house, de Blanchevilles (or Blackford), which means that he must kill her! 

That night Emelie is asleep in her room when a horribly disfigured person appears!  He mesmerizes her, and she walks in her nightgown outside to the burned abbey.  It’s a nice sequence, probably the best in the film, as Emilie (who honestly looks a bit like Jane Fonda from that period) walks in a flowing white gown, followed by a person in a deep black robe.  The music is ominous, slightly discordant.  Emilie ends up before the family tomb, where the figure tells her, “Leave fear and torment behind and find peace in your tomb.”  Emilie faints, and then the doctor and butler appear!  The figure runs away.

From here, the plot begins to drag.  Over the next few days approaching her twenty-first birthday, Emilie begins to waste away.  The doctor suspects that she’s suffering from some kind of psychic illness, perhaps caused by being hypnotized.  There is interpersonal drama.  John and Emilie are apparently in love.  Alice is attracted to Roderic, and Dr. LaRouche is attracted to Alice.  The doctor and Eleanore have something going on.  It’s sort of a mess, honestly.  Anywho, John eventually discovers the body of the dead butler.  That night, he sees Emilie walking out toward the abbey.  She once again stands before the family tomb, and the strange figure says, “Go into your tomb.  Find eternal peace.  You’re dead, Emilie.  You’re dead.”  But then John calls out her name!  The figure hides.  John tries to rouse Emilie, but the figure jumps him and begins to bonk him on the head with a cross.  Emilie comes to, screams, and tries to run away, but the figure catches her!

The next morning is Emilie’s twenty-first birthday, but they find her dead in bed!  A wounded John is also located and put into his own bed.  A little funeral procession takes Emilie’s body, in a coffin with a glass top, to the family tomb.  Roderic delivers the eulogy, but we hear Emilie’s thoughts!  Because she’s not dead!  “I’m alive!  I’m alive!”  Alas, she cannot move, and, in another decent sequence, her coffin is sealed into a tomb.  Everyone heads back to the castle, but Dr. LaRouche pulls Alice aside.  He explains that his mentor previously treated the burned Lord de Blancheville, and the old man hadn’t been crazy!  The duo rather luckily stumble upon the old man’s dead body.  LaRouche runs back to the castle.

Inside the tomb, Emilie comes to and begins to scream for help.  At the castle, Eleanore, who previously worked with LaRouche but eventually succumbed to Roderic’s charms, is about to kill John.  She hesitates, and the disfigured person emerges from the corner and tells her to proceed, but she refuses!  He strangles her to death!  He then prepares to stab John, but John wakes up and tries to defend himself.  He manages to pull the mask off of Roderic (naturlich).  Just then LaRouche busts in with a gun.  He shoots at Roderic, who escapes.  They run toward the abbey.  Roderic suddenly sees Emilie, who has managed to free herself from the tomb.  She stumbles toward him, asking for help, but he is spooked (because he actually thought she was dead) and backs away from her.  He falls into a well and dies.

Finally, we see Emilie, Alice, John, and Dr. LaRouche riding away from the castle.  Emilie and John are going to be married.  LaRouche puts the moves on Alice.  The end.

This film’s director said, of this very movie, that it was “a little film of no importance.”  I agree.  It’s mostly meh.  There are a few nice sequences and images, but the plot is ultimately forgettable, with few genuine spooks.  Mostly, whenever a woman suddenly glimpses someone, she screams.  I would like to think that little trick was as tired in 1963 as it is now, but I’m not sure.  I did appreciate that Emilie managed to free herself from her own tomb.  Although probably not intended as such, it was a nice little touch of girl power, as Emilie avenged all the dead, in her own way.

Extra fun fact: “Emilie” was played by Ombretta Colli, who served in the European Parliament and later was the President of the Province of Milan!

[johnkatsmc5]

Kobrakai "Snuffbox"2014 + "Zodiac" 2016 +  "Parallax" EP 2017 + "III"2018 + "Over and Out" 2023 Australia Alternative Stoner,Desert,Fuzz,Rock,Doom Metal,Grunge Rock

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Kobrakai are a desert rock/ heavy grunge band from the Gold Coast. Initially formed as a recording project by founding members Kobra Fuzz (aka Phil Skuthorpe: bass/vocals) and Cloudy (aka Neil McLeod: vocals/guitar), the duo released their debut album 'Snuffbox' in 2014. There has a been a changing of the guard on drums with the addition of Loco (aka Adrian Sechtig) in 2018. Kobrakai's 2015 sophomore release 'Zodiac' has met with acclaim and has led to the band becoming a staple of the Gold Coast rock scene, impressing crowds with their tight live show and fat & fuzzy sound. A debut film clip to the track 'Spaceage' was released in 2017, and the band spent the remainder of the year gigging in the northern NSW, Gold Coast, Brisbane and Sunshine Coast regions. An EP ‘Parallax’ was also recorded and released, having been recorded at Byron Bay’s SAE studios with final mixing and mastering taking place at D4 Recording Studio in Beaudesert. The track ‘Big Evil’ was released along with an .....~

Kobrakai "Snuffbox"2014

Tracklist Muffle 03:13 It's Alright 03:12 Day by Day 04:07 Mojo 03:22 Utopiate 03:25 Carefree Existence 02:52 Intermission 03:10 The Deep Blue (Part 1) 05:04 Leadfoot 03:26 Anti-Hero 04:08 Cozy Smoke 02:27 Notch 03:23 Eleanor 04:07 Merdeka 02:45

Kobrakai "Zodiac" 2016

Tracklist Spaceage 02:56 Angelspit 02:08 X-Ray 03:46 Pills 03:34 Roll Slow 04:29 Alver 03:41 PRF 03:33 Eulogy 04:39 Rinse 04:15 No Time 04:30 Red Sun Blues 02:33 Pisces 05:51

Kobrakai "Parallax" EP 2017

Tracklist (Protein) Pills 03:17 Relove 04:32 Lickety Split 03:36 The Chapel of Rust 04:59 The Sky Ain't Always Blue 02:44

Kobrakai "III"2018

Tracklist Apropos 02:20 Bohemian Groove 04:52 Dope 03:26 Honey Tongue 04:10 Doom Mons - Part 1 01:02 Climbing 03:20 Big Evil 03:51 Crows 03:27 Anchors - (The Deep Blue - Part III) 04:40 Doom Mons - Part 2 02:23

Kobrakai "Over and Out" 2023

Tracklist Ouroboros 05:29 Fathoms 03:03 Planets 04:14 Vessels 04:37 Glimpse 02:58 Callous 04:24 Generations 03:50 Follow 04:27 Grey Rock 03:13 Below 04:20 Son of Sun 02:15

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[shadowwingtronix]

Sing Me A Story> Eleanor Rigby

BW Media Spotlight's Sing Me A Story risks the Beatles fans by writing the eulogy for Eleanor Rigby

One of the running themes on this site is that I don’t have to enjoy something to see it as a good work on its own. It just be something I don’t want to watch, play, read, or listen to. “Eleanor Rigby”, off the 1966 Revolver album, is one of those songs. Yes, even the Beatles aren’t perfect. Heresy, I know, but apparently the song may have a bit of it’s own heresy, which I’ll happily blame on…

[prettylittlearrowfangirl]

Eulogies at Eleanor's funeral

Tahani: Eleanor was full of surprises. I never knew if she was going to ruthlessly make fun of me, or totally objectify me in a way that was flattering, and also vaguely problematic...But whether she was lifting me up or calling me out, I never felt quite so seen as when she saw me.

Jason: Eleanor, I know you don't like it when people get all emotional about you, so I channeled all of my love for you into this song.

Jason: [vocalizes a terrible techno song]

[mudd-art]

Multighouls come in a sliding scale of horny Eleanor thought peaked with Swiss.

[napkinscrawls]

.Standing up for them. .Displays of affection.

Water!Dewdrop & Custo!oc ft. Ifrit | 678 words | human oc | implied unhealthy behaviour | de-escalation

Dewdrop was a feisty water ghoul who didn't know how to fit in. AO3

The room drops into silence. Dewdrop stands there proudly, jutting a claw at Ifrit, having not so much crossed a line as held it over his head & laughed. The other ghouls watch with either irritation or amusement, waiting for the reply that was currently boiling inside the fire ghoul.

Ifrit's mouth twists into a viscous smile "Baby's first tantrum?" It is a warning shot.

One Dewdrop ignores. "What? Yer don't like being put in your place?"

Ifrit's foot pivots on its heel to face Dewdrop. Before his body could fully turn to face the water ghoul, an arm pins Dewdrop's outstretched hand to his side & another clamps around his other side. His instinct to fight is met by unmoving muscles.

"The fu-" He starts but is interrupted by the burning laughter of Ifrit, the fire ghoul's eyes dance with light. Dewdrop scans the room to see all the ghouls returning to their activities, none of them had disappeared. He looks down to see the almond forearms of the Custos, her sleeves bunched at her elbows. Dewdrop stills as he tries to process the situation.

Eleanor Eulogy; Ghoul Custos, human, 5'2", sweetest thing on the topside, has him in a back hug he couldn't move from.

That's not strictly true, he was moving, just backwards, & not by his choice.

"Cart him away, boss!" Ifrit taunts. Dew hisses at the bastard, shoulders twisting but his legs go limp as he stops fighting Eleanor. The woman herself nudges her head against his ear.

"I heard you." She whispers, lips unmoving so only he could hear her.

Dewdrop's throat closes & he relaxes. Unbeknownst to him Eleanor is staring straight at Ifrit; a silent question to the fire ghoul on whether he's going to keep escalating this. Ifrit answers with a snort & waved hand of dismissal. To everyone in the room he appears merely bored of the situation, but the fire ghoul's response was closer to a reassurance to Eleanor he wasn't hurt by what had been said.

Pulling Dewdrop out of the room the Custos is faced with a new, more volatile issue. She guides the young ghoul into his room & sits him down on his bed, landing gently beside him. The two sit in silence as Dewdrop comes back to himself. Eleanor didn't want to rush him, she waited for him to make the first step. Eventually he asks with a hoarse but light voice.

"How're you so strong?"

Eleanor adjusts her skirts, tilting her head in consideration before responding primly "I pray to Satan everyday for strength," she drops her serious tone & leans in, "though I think he misunderstands my meaning."

Dewdrop shoves Eleanor over, scoffing. She falls onto the messy bed, giggling & getting one half-hearted kick out to his shin as she goes. Dewdrop hisses at the contact but deflates instantly. He rubs his shin absently & doubles down. "Why'd you stop me?"

Eleanor raises a brow at the ghoul from her reclined position. "From painting the common room with your blood?"

"You think I'd lose?!" Dewdrop whips his head to her, offence forcing his voice high.

"I know you weren't planning on winning." She counters.

Again Eleanor took the wind out of Dewdrop, so easily picking the words to silence him. He recoils at that. As he gathers himself she sits back up, watching his eyes dart at the floor. Ready to react. Dewdrop sighs, "That's not- So I wanted a fight! Ghouls tussle! It's our thing!"

Eleanor doesn't answer. Her look is devastating enough.

"You gonna stop me? Everytime?"

"I won't have to." Eleanor touches his shoulder & turns him to face her "It feels uncomfortable but you are settling in with the group."

He scoffs.

"Mountain was already moving before I got to you."

Something reflects in Dewdrop's pale blue eyes.

"Yeah." Eleanor assures him.

She goes to release his shoulder only for him to take it in his hand. "Will you- just 'cause-" He mumbles through the end.

With a smile Eleanor hugs him "I'm not one to ever pass up the chance to hug you, Dew."

[buildarocketboys]

I'm making various tgp playlists and my one for the good place in general (rather than specific characters/ships) is so good but it has so many Frank Turner songs on BUT THEY'RE ALL PERFECT

[di-daynamic]

@flufftober Day 22: "Have you heard?"

“Why on earth wouldn’t you tell me you were cheating on me with Harry, Hermione?” Ron asked loudly and dramatically, as he sat down.

Both Harry and Hermione looked up in surprise. They were in the Ministry canteen, waiting for Ron, who had volunteered to go up to the Muggle Relations Department because his and Harry’s newest case required it. “What d’you mean?” Harry asked puzzled. He was pretty sure Ron had gotten over that particularly insecurity and jealousy. He sounded more mocking than serious, anyway.

Ron pouted exaggeratedly. “Jenkins told me that he heard from Bhatt who heard from Smith who heard from her girlfriend that Hermione kissed your cheek yesterday, Harry.”

“Eleanor Smith’s girlfriend?” Harry scoffed. “Isn’t that Romilda Vane? Still in Hogwarts?”

Ron shrugged, stealing what he liked from the other two’s plates. Neither of them protested, too used to it at that point. “There were probably another hundred names through which the rumours came. Got fed up listening, though.”

Hermione looked amused. “What exactly did you tell Jenkins?”

Ron shrugged. “Nothing. The poor bloke looked terrified anyway.”

“Well, he was facing Ron Weasley the Legend, the War Hero, the Capturer of the Hollow Tree Murderer,” Harry teased.

“Says the Boy-Who-Live, the Man Who Conquered and the one who finally caught Travers, Yaxley and Liswood.” Ron tossed the compliment right back at him without hesitation.

“Says the one who helped incarcerate the Lestrange brothers—”

“Says the one who spearhead the Auror department reform and solves more cold cases than anyone else—”

“Says the one being consulted by the Minister for strategy—”

“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty,” Hermione muttered patronizingly under her breath.

Harry and Ron caught one another’s eyes and grinned. “Says the great Hermione Granger,” Harry began melodramatically. “Brains of the Golden Trio!”

“Campaigner for House-Elf and Creature rights!”

“Rising star in Legislation and the Wizengamot!”

“The one who got all Os in her NEWTs!”

“Who discovered all sorts of new charms to—”

“Stop it, stop it!” Hermione said, flustered now. She was the bossiest and most know-it-all person Harry had ever met, he thought with fondness swelling up, but also so bad at taking compliments. It was kind of pathetic.

“You’re the one who’s lecturing him all the time about how ‘modesty can be overdone too, Harry’,” Ron said in an amazing imitation of Hermione’s fussily scolding tone, jabbing a thumb in Harry’s direction.

“Yeah, don’t be a hypocrite, Hermione,” Harry said cheerfully. “Learn how to accept credit better.”

“If the two of you don’t shup up now,” Hermione said in a dark tone. “I’m not offering any help on your latest case. And you won’t be going anywhere public for months by the time I’m done with you.”

Both of them instantly shut up. The combination of Hermione’s knowledge of runes, arithmancy and obscure enchantments and her voracious appetite for research, combined with Ron’s everyday wizard knowledge and knack for strategy and Harry’s observations, instincts, knowledge of Dark Curses and Magical Defense and top-notch duelling was what made the three of them an unstoppable team. And he’d never heard Hermione make a truly empty threat before. He loved Hermione, she was his best friend, but he still had an appropriate amount of awe and possibly a little fear for her.

Then again. . . Harry and Ron lived recklessly. Their eyes locked.

“As Her Highness Hermione commands,” Harry said gravely. Hermione closed her eyes in the resigned defeat they spotted on her whenever she realized what idiots she’d tied the rest of her life to: her boyfriend and best friend.

“Could never even dream of disobeying her,” Ron agreed, sounding like he was giving a eulogy with how serious he was.

“You two are the worst.”

“Have you heard?” Ron asked the moment Hermione, Harry and Ginny set foot into his and Harry’s joint office. Ron’s side was as cluttered as ever, Harry’s as painfully clean too. Hermione frowned. She wished she’d done more for her best friend while he’d been with those godawful people. Half a dozen magical photos waved jauntily at them – Harry, Ron and Hermione in fourth year, laughing; the entire Weasley family in Grimmauld Place; Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron in sixth year after the first two had started dating; Harry holding Teddy, beaming proudly; the DA in the Room of Requirement; and the Weasley family the Christmas after Victoire was born, all wearing Weasley sweaters – including Fleur, Harry, Hermione, Audrey and Teddy. “Ginny, you’re cheating on Harry again.”

Ginny scoffed. “Really, Ron, you’ve turned into a serious gossip maid.”

As Ron sputtered in indignant offence, Harry turned to his girlfriend with a mischievous grin. “Well, who is it this time?”

“Draco Malfoy,” Hermione said, torn between amusement and irritation at how he was playing along.

Harry’s nose wrinkled. “The Ferret? Really, Gin? Always figured you’d have better taste than that.”

Ginny laughed. “Sorry love, next time, I’ll get caught on camera with Neville or Luna,” She promised solemnly. “Is that better?”

“Much,” Harry said just as solemnly. “If I’m being cheated on, there should be standards. Malfoy would be smug forever if he thought he stole my girlfriend,” He made a face.

“Well, unluckily for him, I’m too much in love with my boyfriend to ever consider anything like that,” Ginny said with a smile. Harry looked absolutely besotted as they leaned in to kiss. Hermione had never seen her best friend like that before Ginny. He’d been head-over-heels for Cho, awkward with Parvati and half-resentful half-admiring with Cedric, but she’d never seen the look of pure-comfort-and-just-enjoying-spending-time-together on him.

“Ugh,” Ron complained, miming vomiting. Hermione chuckled and kissed his cheek. Slightly mollified, he still continued, “Ginny, why do you have to pounce on my best friend every time you come to our office?”

Harry blushed lightly. Hermione knew it still touched every time one of the Weasleys declared he was family, that Harry was the one who needed protecting from Ginny. “You’re one to talk,” Harry said, snorting. “You positively paw at Hermione every time you see her.”

Hermione instantly took back every single good thing she’d thought or said about Harry Potter.

“We’re not talking about this!” Ron said in an annoyed tone. “We’re talking about how many rumours are there about the two of you.”

“Like there aren’t nearly as many about you and Hermione,” Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

“Nearly,” Hermione felt the need to emphasize because apparently hanging around her boys for nearly a decade had made her as pettily pedantic as them.

Ginny waved it off impatiently. “Besides, the three of you have more rumours about you than either of us couples.” Somehow, she didn’t sound at all resentful. Hermione marvelled at how well Ginny understood Harry and his very oddly intense friendships with her and Ron.

“What?!” Ron squawked in outrage. “Hermione, come on, we have to spread some more rumours ourselves. We’re not getting outdone by Harry the bastard who broods about cases all day!”

“Did you miss the ‘three of you’ in her sentence?” Hermione said witheringly.

Harry and Ginny rolled their eyes as the couple began to playfully bicker, and resigned themselves to a much later dinner double date than planned.

“Have you heard?” Ron asked after the latest DA reunion had ended. George, Luna, Ron and Hermione were the last remaining in Harry and Ginny’s house. George was entertaining Teddy and Luna and Ginny were talking in the garden, leaving only the trio to clean up like the traitors the lot of them were.

“What is it this time?” Hermione asked interestedly.

“Apparently, we’re planning on taking over the wizarding world using muggle technology and science.” Ron said, smirking.

“People finally figured out that muggles are something to worry about, then?” Harry asked, stifling a yawn and trying to discern if the goo on the carpet could be vanished.

“I agree that it’s about time, but where on earth would they even get that idea?” Hermione asked, frowned. “It’s not like we’re the best at keeping in touch with the other side.”

“I don’t know,” Harry grinned. “I think we’re leagues better than the guy who got arrested for breaking the Statue last week.”

Ron snorted in agreement, and Hermione laughed at the reminder. “He was even funnier than the one who wanted to wear a nightgown during the World Cup before fourth year. Remember?”

“I remember you couldn’t stop laughing for ages,” Ron teased. Hermione childishly stuck her tongue out at him. “Anyway, I think it’s because of your Muggle-Born-and-Raised-Gatherings and because of the flat. Or maybe because you were seen using your tablet, Harry.”

“I don’t know what they’re worried about the meetings,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Hermione made us watch Pride and Prejudice. Pride. And. Flipping. Prejudice.”

Hermione rolled her eyes right back. “You like the book, Harry.”

“The book. The move is so boring I was asleep within ten seconds, Hermione. Still,” He added thoughtfully. “It was a bit of a rest. Department’s been hectic these days.”

“Yeah, it really has,” Ron agreed over Hermione’s admonishments of not sleeping in committee meetings. “You have any idea why?”

“Nope. You should, though, you’re the one who has dirt on everyone and everything.”

“I refuse to see why that’s a bad thing,” Ron sniffed in a very Hermione-like way.

“I’m not sure I should be telling you this. . . .” Hermione chewed on her lip.

“Oh, come on, Hermione,” Ron persuaded. “You haven’t kept something from us since the time turner fiasco in third year.”

“I don’t know. . . .”

“It’s us, Hermione.” Harry argued. It was the best argument he could make. The three of them kept nearly nothing from one another.

“Oh, okay,” She conceded. “I heard Urquhart and Gibbins talking to Robards. He’s thinking about retiring.”

“Bloody hell,” Ron gaped. “No wonder there’s the fuss. Robards is the best Head Auror we’ve had in a while! He’s pretty much in charge of Law Enforcement too, since Madam Gibbins is pregnant. He got us through the War and the cleanup. Who’s going to replace him?”

“Er. . . .” Harry cleared his throat. “So. Maybe I do know a bit more now that I know that. . . . Robards has been dumping a lot of pape– parchmentwork on me and lecturing me about leadership and recklessness. . . .”

“Have you heard?” Hermione asked.

“I can’t believe Ron has managed to corrupt you too like this, Hermione,” Harry said solemnly. “I – I really thought that it would be the two of us against his insanity, but I should have known better than to expect loyalty from my best friend—”

“Ron is your best friend,” Hermione dismissed with a roll of her eyes, half affectionate, half irritated. “And I’m serious, Harry.”

“I thought you were Hermione and anyway I’ve never known you not to be—” Harry started and then stopped at the look she gave him. “Okay, what is it?”

Hermione took a deep breath. “Your Wizengamot seat, Harry. Ever since you’ve become Head of Law Enforcement, that adds a third seat to your assets.”

Harry nodded, confused. “Yeah, I know that. I’ve been using that only. The hereditary Black and Potter ones make me. . .” He shrugged. “Uncomfortable.”

“Those old codgers brought up this law that people related to part-humans aren’t allowed to inherit the seats.” Hermione blurted out.

It took Harry a moment to sort through the relevance. “No,” He said flatly. “They didn’t.”

“They did, mate.” Ron said, looking apologetic, striding into Harry’s office.

“What are we doing about it?” Harry asked furiously.

“I’m looking into how to discredit the ones bringing up the law already,” the Head of Wizarding Legislation said instantly. “There are a couple of caveats and loopholes we can use, Harry. We can deal with this, Harry. Hopefully by next year. Definitely by the time he finishes third year and has to begin the process of taking it over.”

“Oh, Teddy,” Ron realized, and anger spread over his face. He was apparently just realizing how this law affected them personally. Harry had recently declared Teddy the heir to the Black seat and Andromeda his regent and made clear that Ginny would be regent for the Potter one until Jamie, Al or Lily came of age and wanted it. “Don’t worry, Harry. Teddy won’t even know about this. We’ll crush them.” He vowed. “I’ll talk to some of the Wizengamot members who come into the shop and see their views and try to persuade them. We’ll get George to spread the word through his products too.”

Harry felt a rush of affection for his friends, who who had never left his side, who would follow him to the end of the world, who knew what he needed before he did himself. 

“Have you heard?” Hermione asked in a mock whisper. “He’s leaving us here, languishing working for the Ministry, while he goes works for his brother and has fun without us.”

“Yes,” Harry nodded, feigning seriousness. “Even your betrayal of stooping to a plebian ‘Have you heard’ pales compared to his.”

“Oi, shut up.” Ron grumbled. “Not my fault the two of you have a ‘saving people thing’ that’ll never end.”

Harry thought about his job. His exhilaration at duelling, the way he got engrossed in every case, the relief and joy he got at putting people meaning harm behind bars, how he got to weed out corruption at the heart of their world. It may not be all that wonderful – not all gold glitters gold – but he loved it. He knew Hermione felt similarly, the same rush of pride and happiness and relief every time she won a case, every time one of her laws passed.

Ron had never been like them. Now that all the Death Eaters were behind bars, now that Harry was Head of Magical Law Enforcement and would no longer need a partner as often, he would be happier running his bakery and co-managing the shop with George who had been a bit listless since Angelina had gone back to work a year after having Roxanne.

“Now Hermione and I will be alone all the more often having lunch and stuff and ‘Golden Trio Love Square’ will be in the headlines a lot more often,” Harry said, half actually irritated and half mocking.

“On that note, the press thinks you’re either a drug addict or terminally ill because you’ve been looking tired recently.” Ron said brightly.

“I’d like them go through the shift to a new job with more work while dealing with four kids at home and preparing one of them for Hogwarts,” Harry grumbled.

“You know what the press is like,” Hermione said sympathetically.

Harry sighed. “Well, we’re living legends. Guess I’m never escaping this nonsense, huh?”

“Never escaping us either, mate.” Ron said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Never.” Hermione vowed.

Harry smiled softly. “Never,” He agreed.

[dailytudors]

On the 29th of January 1536, over three weeks after she died, Katherine of Aragon was laid to rest at Peterborough Cathedral. Given that her marriage to Henry VIII had bee annulled by parliament, she was only given the full honors of a Dowager Princess, due to her first marriage to Arthur Tudor, Prince of Wales.

Her daughter, the lady Mary, wasn't allowed to attend. In her stead were her cousins, Frances (who acted as the chief mourner), Eleanor Brandon and their husbands, Maria de Salinas, and her daughter, Catherine Willoughby, Duchess of Suffolk and other few nobles.

Representing Henry VIII was Sir William Paulet, Fisher’s replacement as Bishop of Rochester, John Hilsey, preached the homily, speaking against the power of the ‘Bishop of Rome’ and the marriage of Katherine and Henry, insisting that she had never been Queen of England.

Eustace Chapuys was not present for the ceremony but from the reports he received afterward, he found it shameful.

Had her daughter been allowed to attend, she would have found it shameful as well.

At the ceremony, Katherine was referred to as the Princess Dowager not as the Queen of England as she and her supporters had always maintained. The priest performing the ceremony was none other than the John Hilsey, the Bishop of Rochester who had replaced Fisher after the latter’s death.His eulogy condemned Katherine for standing against her sovereign and reiterated many times that her marriage had been an affront to God, and that she was never truly Queen, but only the King’s sister.

Visitors today are drawn to her tomb which lies to the left of the altar in the North Presbytery aisle, beneath an unmarked stone slab on the floor, it is identifiable by the golden letters KATHERINE QUEEN OF ENGLAND which were added in the nineteenth century. Unlike Chapuys who refused to go to her funeral (clearly displeased by Henry’s reaction and the way she was interred) ambassadors of Spain to the UK today do visit her tomb for a special service that is conducted every January on the anniversary of her death.

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[destage-arch]

CAST ( IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE )   ,     BATFALL IN THE ROLE OF BRUCE WAYNE  ,     DESTAGE IN THE ROLE OF ELEANOR ‘NELL’ CRAIN   .     KENNA FORGOT THE MEME    ,      ​  ❛   I LOVE WATCHING YOU WORK.   ❜

most days,    she makes an effort to float under the radar,    relies on headphones playing old songs that keep her in the sunlight of the kitchen,    keep her mind from wandering too deep into a house with corridors that look like jaws,    doesn’t show them that her body is there but her mind is somewhere else.    she’s aware of the eyes on her,    had hoped that three months in would be enough time for her name to stop sounding in halls when they whisper it,    to stop mingling with the ghosts that haunt her and sounding like a eulogy.    sometimes she imagines they pretend to speak to her to sound interesting,    that when they call home they say they spoke to the crazy crain girl,    the one with her family history spread out across tabloids and podcasts and she’s sure there was talk of a tv show once.    sometimes,   even knowing that,   she wishes they would speak to her anyway,    give her a break from the endless loneliness of her own thoughts.    it’s okay.    she never thinks of anything to say either.    it’s been twenty - eight minutes and six pages of the text book since she came in,   settled deep into a chair sipping at lukewarm coffee and when he speaks she takes a moment to register that the words have fallen in her direction,    that the shadow on the page is a body by her own.     there are doe’s eyes that look up towards him,   calling rose - shades to her cheeks that almost make her look less pale,    a smile forming towards the first person to speak her way that day,    wondering if he’s another mirage,    or wishful thinking.     she’s not sure if they’re friends,    not really sure if she’s said more than ten words to him,     but she allows the light to hit her cheeks and thinks he might be the closest thing she has,    like an almost that lingers there and she likes the way it warms her bones,    likes the honey - hope of it,    likes to imagine he knows her name and doesn’t mind the haunting.       ❛    i think there was a seminar in week one about walking away from people who say weird things to you.   ❜       her voice scratches from under use but she laughs a little,    allows it to fall out like the breeze,    passing quickly.     ❛    do you want to sit?   ❜     /    @batfall​