#famous tennis women

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Naomi Osaka for Self Magazine

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Come Through ୨୧ George Russell x Rockstar! Reader

Is rockstar the right word? idk I just know bro is crazy bts, the white boy with Excel persona is fooling NO ONE Georgie boy. Also, Reader has vibes of the Weekend song, hence the fic name.

Lando thinks it's all a joke. He hadn't been crying, screaming and manifesting for the past three years only for his celebrity crush to be dating someone else, another driver that too.

"WHO-" He yells as he storms into Max's room, where most of the drivers had collected, they hadn't decided but they all just gravitated towards the blonde with sweet blue eyes who listened to the vent and gave the best hugs, "AFTER ALL WE WENT THROUGH- WHO IS DATING Y/N L/N?"

All eyes were on him, Max lying on his bed, Charles, Carlos and Daniel with him. Lance, Esteban and Pierre were on the sofa, playing FIFA on Max's PS5, George and Alex were sharing the smaller two-seater, Zhou and Yuki were passing a tennis ball to each other and Logan and Oscar were sleeping, cuddling close on the floor surrounded by pillows, but were now woken up by Landos yelling.

"Lando stop screaming," Charles yelled back.

"No," he simply replied and made his way to the bed where he jumped on top of Carlos and Daniel, the older of whom groaned and grumbled something about his back, but Lando didn't care, he pushed his phone in Max's face, blurring his face in Carlos's neck.

xoxof1

xoxof1 Y/n l/n an infamous British rockstar most famous for her multiple dating scandals and most recently an arrest is rumoured to date a F1 driver.

username MOTHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😭😭😭

username girl... knowing her it's like Lewis or someone

username fr like hasn't she 'dated' a dozen older guys not to mention her record with women username girl why are you hating like a man, she's iconic and we all know it

username just lost my wife to a vroom-vroom man no one talk to me

Max began laughing, looking up from the post to the distraught Lando currently getting his hair played with by Carlos.

"Mate, I don't think you're her type," he threw the phone back to the whining boy.

"Yeah? And how would you know? I look exactly like Edward!" He pointed to the bassist of the band you were a part of.

"Kelly loves her music..." he muttered, looking away much to the younger man's amusement.

"HAH!" He shrieked, "SHE'S NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE!!" He laughed to which Carlos pushed his head down, eliciting an 'oomph'.

"I've been told many times," Max muttered to himself and turned to Lando to hear the rest of his rant, though loud and fast, the boy was the best source of entertainment they had.

"Max, look at her band, she's so coooool," he groaned, passing the phone to him again.

Cupidd

Cupidd THANK YOU LA!! We'll be back with 'young, numb and brunette' after this short break!!

y/nl/n My old man said I had to be in Shangai this weekend 🫡 but trust- I will be back to piss y'all off with Eddie asap

edwrdnotcllen MY WIFE HAS LEFT ME FOR A TWINK HELP y/nl/n shut up Eddie your the twinkiest twink I know username I love that they have had multiple partners in the past yet still always call each other husband and wife username I pity her boyfriend 😭 imagine having to compete with a man who looks like Edward

username SHES GOING TO A RACE????

username nooooo pls my parents

username girl they have never dated, both y/n and Edward have had multiple partners and relationships with men and women in the past. Leave them alone, they're adults username FOUND Y/N'S BFS ALT GUYS!!!

"She's coming to China?" Max asked no one in particular but Lando took it as an invitation to freak out.

"Bro please, please, please let me win this one, I'll owe you forever, bro please," Lando tried his puppy eyes on Max but Max jumped out of bed calling his girlfriend, walking out the room trying his best to convince the older woman to not attend the race.

"I have so much work to do," Lando gasped and followed Max out the room.

The race was one to remember, with Max winning but George a close second and Lando barely a tenth away on the third.

He hadn't been able to find the girl anywhere but at least he got points for the team. He went to the McLaren team party and forgot about the other celebration taking place.

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xoxof1 The unexpected couple have been revealed in a series of leaked pictures of the private f1 party after the driver George Russell had a podium finish for his Shangai race.

username Mr.Russell I was unaware of your rizz, forgive me sir.

username WHITE MAN DOES IT IN ONE DAY 😭😭😭

landonorris When i catch you george when I catch you

username LANDO??? username he's one of ussssss username bbg you get me 😮‍💨 in ways no man ever has

George woke up with the worst headache he ever had in his life, he was sure he'd never get over this hangover but then he saw y/n next to him, hair tussled wearing the white shirt he was wearing last night.

"Y/n, darling, wake up," he pressed a kiss on her shoulder.

"mmhm," the woman groaned, turning to the blonde next to her and kissing him, the taste of vodka still fresh in her mouth.

She melted into his touch as he deepened the kiss, " Mornin' G," she whispered to him, voice hoarse from the night before.

He smiled in return, placing one last kiss on the corner of her lips. She searched around for her phone, finding it fallen amongst their haphazardly discarded clothes and opened Instagram to thousands of notifications.

She was used to it by now, it was quite fun.

y/nl/n

y/nl/n If I speak... @/georgerussell

edwrdnotcllen @/yn/ln you are so welcome for not squealing as soon as I knew

y/nl/n girl you asked me if you could kiss him after??? edwrdnotcllen And I still am?? username WHAT-

username I just know Lando is fuming rn

username y'all need a third? a dog? a maid?

username it should be me instead of him!!!

username god I see what you've done for others 😭

"Darling, did you post-" George had just begun but his room was rudely broken into, running in he saw a hyper papaya-coloured blur followed by a very hungover Max Verstappen.

Lando gasped looking at the woman next to George, screeching at an inhuman pitch, "HOW'D THIS PIECE OF VANILLA FRAPPUCCINO WOO HER??!?!?" He pointed at Y/n, making the woman laugh.

George offended, scoffed at the boy, "Well if you must know, I met her at Nando's party-" he was cut off once again, this time by the Dutch man.

"That makes sense actually," he said and immediately grabbed Lando by the collar and dragged him out, "Sorry guys!" he yelled after himself.

"I like your friends," Y/n said smirking making the taller man blush and push the woman slightly, before collapsing back into bed, making a silent promise of never trying to out-drink the woman again.

[visforvengeance]

pepsi cola

requested by: abbbbsolutely no one lmao

notes: hey y'all. so this has been sitting in my docs since challengers came out and I just finished like at 5 am this morning. i have 2 or 3 other wips for challengers too lmao. but pls absolutely no hate to tashi. i love mean women ok ok.

warnings: alla them. cursing, significant age gap, cheating, double penetration, pleasedontmakemeincludeeverynastythingiwrote, just please read at your own risk!!!

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you felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head for the 6th time this class period. if you didn’t need this course to graduate, you wouldn’t be here. there was 20 minutes left until you could leave and go practice with your incredibly attractive tennis coaches, the famous art donaldson and patrick zweig. your father had been a big fan of tennis, even partaking in a few lessons in high school. so, when he found out that you’d be playing in college, he was elated. 

as tennis was a big part of your life, there’s no way you didn’t know about art, patrick, and tashi. you’d been to a few of their games, even met them once. how you got two of the best tennis players in the country as your fucking tennis coaches bewildered you. they’d been teaching since your freshman year of college. let them tell it, they found you through one of your games, saw the potential you had, and wanted to teach you how to be the best that they knew you could be. 

that was only the partial truth, though. they did find you through your games, but to be honest, they didn’t really give a fuck about how well you played. they were really just two pervy old men who happened to stumble across you. something about you made them want you. they had to have you. art battled with his attraction towards you, he was a family man. and, old enough to be your father. but, he couldn’t help himself when he watched the way your tennis skirt flew up in the wind. some days you’d be wearing shorts and other days you weren’t. either way, he loved seeing the plumpness of your ass. 

patrick, on the other hand, fully embraced it. he nearly came from the feeling of your ass pressed against him while he was “fixing” your form. it took everything in him not to start rutting against you right then and there. he didn’t try to hide the fact that he ogled the way your tits bounced with every movement. don’t even get him started on your grunts. sometimes, he wondered how you’d react if you knew that he thought about them while he fisted his cock at night. 

you weren’t allowed to have a boyfriend. not that you cared for boys anyway. not the ones at your school, at least. when your mom asked if anyone had caught your interest yet, you couldn’t say that it was your hot 40-something-year-old coaches who interested you. certainly not that one is married and a father to a beautiful little girl. and the other is a washed-up, nymphomaniac trust fund baby. so, you’d say no. and, she’d smile and tell you how important it was to focus on school. but how could you focus when you thought about being fire and ice’s personal cum dumpster all the time?

when your professor announced that class was over, you all but rushed to your dorm. you threw your things down, rushing to get ready for your lesson. you showered with your good body wash and your cocoa butter body oil. did your light skincare, styled your hair, and doused yourself in vanilla perfume. you checked yourself in the mirror, making sure that your lip combination was perfect. you always found yourself wanting to look the very best for your men. when you were satisfied, you shot art a text letting him know that you were on your way. 

when art received your text, he immediately told patrick. they had been debating on if they should make their attraction known to you. patrick, of course, was all for it. he had been basically trying to fuck you since he laid eyes on you. but, art wanted to be respectful of all parties involved. “we can’t just spring this on her, you know that, right?” art looked over to his already drooling best friend, hitting his leg to get his attention. 

patrick smirked at art’s nervousness, he’d always been shy when it came to beautiful fucking women. he thought back to when they were both trying to pursue tashi. he, as always, was more forward with her. however, art, the respectable gentleman he is, took his sweet time. until tashi had chosen patrick over him, and at first he was a bit heartbroken. then, he realized that just because they were dating that didn’t mean he couldn’t have his turn with her. patrick never minded sharing, not if it was with art. 

they shared clothes and food. and, women. and, sexual fantasies. and, their attraction for one another. there had always been some kind of connection between them. it wasn’t strictly platonic or romantic. it just was. and, it’s still that way 20 years later. art was more accepting of it, he embraced it without fear. but, patrick had a hard time doing either of those things. it wasn’t because he was embarrassed, he could never be embarrassed of art. but, no one was there to teach him about bisexuality. it was more taboo than even being gay in his household. the idea wasn’t even a thing until he met art. 

he’d dealt with internalized homophobia, but never felt shame when he was with his best friend. it confused him, but it wasn’t something he’d rather talk about right now. instead, he’d rather talk about you and the way your tennis dress hugged your body. your smell filled the space before you were even standing before him. he stood to pull you into a hug. he fought the urge to run his hands along your sides, massaging and caressing them. 

art was more stoic. he hid his emotions very well. you could never tell if he was displeased with your technique, not even from his tone of voice. patrick didn’t let his emotions slip but he was a little more direct. you’d know if he was slightly disappointed with how you were playing that day. but, that didn’t mean art wasn’t creaming his pants at just how fucking good you looked and smelled. he could just eat you up. 

you paused by the patio door, turning to look at the two men. you looked between them, feeling a tad bit self-conscious at their gaze upon you. your last session didn’t go too well. although, it wasn’t your fault, you were on the receiving end of their brutality. you had overheard them talking while you all were taking a break. tashi had said something to art that he didn’t like again. 

he said that he was tired of the way she treated him. like she was punishing him for retiring, still. you heard him question why they were still even together. if all of this were true then you were questioning why too. but, being on the receiving end of art’s anger excited you a bit. he was dominating. and hard. condescending, not mean. he talked to you like a father would if they were disciplining their child. calm and calculating, art donaldson was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. 

patrick’s anger was more explosive. antagonistic. he pushed your buttons, made you want to push and shove him. slap him, take all of your frustrations out on him because he lived for that shit. he was a spoiled brat who threw tantrums when your and art’s attention wasn’t on him. patrick zweig brought out one’s worst inhibitions. they really lived up to their names. 

art looked at you with hard eyes, like he was analyzing you. “we have to work on your backhand,” his voice was soft. slightly teasing and alluring, a stark contrast from how he watched you. like he was judging. he wasn’t judging, though. he could never judge his pretty girl. 

patrick watched the interaction. he always watched how art interacted with you. it made him hard thinking about how he was showing his true nature now. yes, arthur can be shy and awkward at times. but, mostly that was a facade. and he has changed. he had gone through too much shit to still be that soft and caring boy from college. whatever revelation art had, patrick was so into it.

you began to pout, shifting your weight to your other leg. “but mr. zweig said that it was perfect.” patrick lied, sue him. he just wanted an excuse to get up close and personal with you. art looked at patrick, who was smirking behind you. you turned to look at the brunette man, frowning at the smirk he wore. fucking patrick. “yes, and patrick isn’t a famous tennis player with an even more famous tennis player as his wife. so.” he stood in front of you. he was so close that you could see the blues and brown in his eyes. 

he stood over you, strong and intimidating. he had his hands behind his back as he bent forward. his lips caressed the shell of your ear as he spoke, “who do you think you should listen to, doll?” your breath hitched at the nickname. usually with art, he’d call you by your name. you didn’t know what changed this time. his eyes moved to patrick who watched from afar. that fucking smirk plastered on his face. 

patrick could see the chill bumps sweep across your skin. maybe he could join in on the fun too. he moved so he was behind you, closer than art was to you. you could feel the girth of his semi-hard cock grazing your back. he looked up at art who was already looking at him. “why’d you lie to her?” art asked. patrick shrugged, allowing his fingers to dance across your hipbone. “she was having a bad day. that fucking professor failed her. i wanted to make her feel better. is that a crime?” 

the air surrounding you was a mix of art and patrick’s scent and your own. it was intoxicating to say the least. but you crossed your arms, turning to face patrick, who looked down at you with that ridiculously handsome face of his. and, that damn smirk. “i’m not some child, you know? you can tell me when i’m doing bad,” they couldn’t take you seriously with that adorable pout on your lips. 

patrick had the audacity to chuckle. without a word, he walked over to the sliding door, leaning against the frame while art talked. “except you are. you throw a tantrum when you don’t get your way, you have never worked a day in your life, you’re 21 and you have people buying you whatever you want.” he laughed softly as he shook his head. “lily doesn’t even act this way.”

you scoffed looking up at him. “i thought you liked playing sugar daddy, though. that wrangler out there sure didn’t come from my father.” it was art who was smirking now. he liked that you were sassy. a little narcissistic, too. he wished he could wipe that fucking smile off of your face. “we won’t be working on your backhand today. instead, you’ll be watching patrick and i, since you can’t fucking play well enough.” you whimpered at that, your pout had made its way back onto your face. “you’re so mean, art.” 

you turned away from him, making your way towards patrick. “yeah, art. that was kinda mean. you ok, pretty baby?” he was mocking you, the bastard. patrick was usually the nicer one, even if there was some underlying reason. art was the more ‘tough love’ kind of guy. he’d chastise and discipline you. and that’s when you’d run to patrick and he’d kiss all of your booboos and comfort you like the spoiled princess you were. 

you rolled your eyes as you pushed patrick away and opened the patio door. you heard him giggle before you set your things down and took a seat alongside the court. truthfully, you loved watching them play. the intensity of it was addicting. whatever bad history they had came to light when they played each other. but, the sexual tension was prominent too. it was enigmatic. no one could reach such intensity like art and patrick. 

it turned you on greatly to see it. their grunts and your already present attraction made you undeniably wet. uncomfortably so. you’d end up showering at art’s place, using the excuse of not wanting to be sticky and sweaty before you went back home. you feared today would be no different. 

you gave them your undivided attention as you watched them. it was unusually hot in new york today, you could visibly see the beads of sweat dripping off of the two men. you wished it was dripping on you instead. the look of seriousness etched onto art’s face was almost enough to make you clutch your pearls. but, it made you clench your legs instead. patrick was less serious. he’d been less serious about tennis since breaking up with tashi and since he’d retired also. 

you learned nothing as art talked to you while he played. you were hardly even registering that he was talking. you must’ve looked like a fool with your legs crossed so tightly over each other, aching for some kind of release that your thighs just couldn’t do justice. you knew what you needed. you knew exactly what it was. you needed art and patrick, desperately so. 

you couldn’t rely on the boys at school to fuck you the way you knew patrick and art could. even when you spent countless nights trying to please yourself, it never satisfied you. 

they talked amongst themselves as they took a break. you tried distracting yourself with your phone while they did so. 

“you know she’s turned on, right?” patrick knew because he observed you. he studied everything you did. how sometimes you twitch when you’re too relaxed. or the very particular brand of lipgloss you use. he knew you when you were anxious and he knew when you were ovulating (because you refuse to be alone with them in fear of not being able to control yourself). art paid attention to you too, but not as much as patrick. 

art could sense that something was bothering you but he didn’t know what. but, the more he looked on he could see your leg bouncing. how you tried to control it by crossing your other leg over it, your obvious avoidance and sudden interest in your phone. 

art finally saw that you wanted them as much as they wanted you. he’d spent so much time battling with his morals for nothing. he didn’t want to wait longer if this is how you were acting. he walked over to you, taking a seat next to you with patrick following behind him. 

you could feel their heat radiating off of them. you were too distracted to be annoyed by it. more focused on the fact that they were caging you in between them. and, then you felt the skin of art’s thigh touching yours. patrick’s too. they were trying to intimidate you and it was working. you listened as they rambled aimlessly about how hot it was as if they weren’t practically on top of you with how close they were. 

then, you felt patrick’s hand on your inner thigh. he was rubbing small circles into the smooth skin. his fingers moved up and up until they felt the fabric of your underwear. patrick was nearly shocked at the dampness of the fabric. he hadn’t expected you to be this wet just from watching them play. but he continued with rubbing small circles, just into your clit now. and, his eyes locked with art’s. they were silently communicating. the looks on their faces said,

“dude?” (art)

“dude.” (patrick)

or however men communicate, but that’s what you assumed they were saying anyway. then suddenly all of their attention was back on you. they only ever dreamed of having you the way they do now, with your legs spread and your hips stuttering against patrick’s arm as you try not to cum. it reminded them of that one time at stanford with tashi. except, you weren’t ashamed to want them both. tashi wanted to maintain her reputation as the good girl of tennis. but you?

you had no reputation to maintain. not like tashi did. you weren’t there yet. but, when the time came for you to shine like the slut star you are, you’d have art and patrick to look out for you. they knew the ins and outs of the tennis world and they knew how to make sure that no one would ever find out how you let them spitroast you.

until then, though, patrick and art will fuck you right here in art’s tennis court. patrick had slipped his fingers inside of your underwear by now. he’s fucked tons and tons of girls in his lifetime, but none of them came close to the wetness that spilled out of you. he just knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself when it came time to stick his dick in you. 

he carried on playing with your clit until your pushed his arm away from the oversensitivity of your orgasm. now, you sat wet and sticky between two incredibly hard men. if only your father could see you now. 

art removed your drenched panties so that he and art could take a look at the pretty little mess between your legs. and they were in awe. something about seeing art on his knees before you made you clench around nothing. you could’ve sworn you heard a moan come from the stoic man, but your ears are still ringing so you’re not too sure. 

he leaned forward and ran his tongue from bottom to top, collecting his juices on your tongue. this time you were sure you heard a groan coming from art. the taste of you drove art crazy. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking you in place, and went to town. he did completely disregard that patrick had already made you cum because he stopped caring about your well-being the moment he got his mouth on you. 

this was for him. art ate your pussy for his sake. you cumming from it was just a bonus. so, he lapped at your clit like a madman. licking and slurping and then tongue fucking, all of it was for his enjoyment. but, he did enjoy the way your legs wrapped around his head as you practically humped his face. he encouraged it. he wasn’t entirely selfish. 

patrick sat beside you still but this time with his dick in his hand. he jerked himself off as he watched patrick eat you out. your moans had become louder now, uncaring of who heard. somewhere in your daze, you managed to wrap your hand around patrick. his eyes traveled up your body until they met yours and you watched each other while he moved both of your hands up and down his cock. the sight of the other added on to the pleasure you both were receiving. 

it wasn’t long before you were both cumming. the warmth of patrick’s cum spreading over your hand triggered your second orgasm. art allowed you to take control while you rode out your high on his tongue, pressing his face into your pussy. patrick watched you like his cum off of your hand with lidded eyes and whimpered at the sight. and, he was hard again. just like that. 

the way you managed to make them feel like horny teenagers again blew their minds. they did fuck other people during your mentorship with them. but, no one made them feel like you were making them feel, rock hard and each ready to pump you full of their cum. 

you hadn’t realized that art came while eating you out until you looked down and saw the wet spot on his shorts. it was your turn to whimper at the sight before you now. after the three of you had shared your glances of realization, there was a rush to get all of your clothes of off. you tried your best on wobbly legs after two orgasms, but you managed to get it done. then, immediately you were all a mess of body parts. all hands and lips were one each other. the three-way kissing quickly turned into two as you removed yourself from the pair. you sat back and marveled at the two men while they tongued each other down like no tomorrow. 

then your hands were on each of their cocks, jerking them off. they still hadn’t realized they were kissing each other until one felt a pair of lips on their neck, placing soft kisses alongside it. patrick pulled away when he realized he was kissing art. then art looked at you at patrick looked at art and you looked back and forth between the two, smiling. still jerking them off, you giggled. “what? like you haven’t done it before?”

you knew something happened between the two men when they were younger. but, they never specified. so you used your imagination. 

your hands moved to caress their faces. you kissed both of them each time while pulling them closer and closer until all three of you were kissing again. your lips moved in sync with the others until they broke away and were both leaving kisses along your neck. their hands squished and squeezed each of your breasts, massaging your nipples. you moaned while they each left love bites on your neck. 

you could feel their precum dripping down your body, you needed to have them inside of you one way or another and they wanted it just as much as you. they helped you onto your hands and knees. one in front and one behind you. patrick lined up with your entrance. you could feel him entering you, slowly at first, then he pulls out. almost fully, and bullies himself back in. not gently but not too rough either. you were well prepared to receive it either way. art allowed patrick to build up a rhythm before he slid himself into the warmth of your mouth. he bottomed out until his cock was well in your throat. 

there were so many noises, one would say it was straight out of porn. the wetness and skin slapping of patrick fucking you from behind. and that ‘schlick!’ sound and slurping as you deepthroating art. and the moaning, too. you were being spit-roasted by two men 20 years older on their not-so-hidden tennis court. it may as well be a porn. 

you could hear them talking about how good you felt and all you could do was moan. patrick had such a grip on you hips, and art held onto your ponytail while he fucked your face. you were so turned on by all of it, you started to cream all over patrick’s cock. and then once his fingers found your clit again, you were squirting around it. your clenching around patrick uncontrollably made him cum. he fucked you until he had nothing left to give. art held you down while he came deep inside your throat. “goood girl,” he moaned as you swallowed all of his cum. 

you hadn’t expected to be fucking your coaches today. but, you’re glad you finally got to experience your true dream. 

[internalweepingmentality]

Fun story time that’s totally not fun unless you’re a history loser like me 🫡

So I found out today that the ITF est.1913 (International Tennis Federation) was founded by a man named Duane Williams, a direct descendant of Benjamin Franklin, who spent most of his life in Switzerland and whose son, Richard ‘Dick’ Williams, was also a famous tennis player. 

In 1912 the two of them wanted to return to America, where they were originally from, and so they boarded RMS Titanic. Duane was killed in the disaster, whilst Dick survived, but his legs were so severely frostbitten from his time in the freezing Arctic water that doctors onboard the rescue ship Carpathia recommended he undergo a double amputation. Dick refused, stating that he was a tennis player, and he didn’t want his career to be ended by the disaster. Instead he walked a few steps every two hours to bring the blood flow slowly back to his legs. 

RMS Titanic sank on 15th April 1912. Dick Williams won the US Open mixed doubles title on 15th June 1912. 

His partner for the event was Mary Browne, who also won the women’s singles and women’s doubles that year too. 

In 1914 they both won their respective singles events at the US Open. Dick Williams was US Open champion again in 1916 and achieved his career high ranking of world number 1 that same year. 

He served for the US Army in WWI and, amongst other achievements, went on to win a Wimbledon doubles title in 1920, the Davis Cup twice, and a gold medal at the 1924 Olympics in Paris. 

Pretty funky guy imo. 

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A/N: I couldn't squeeze a lot, but I manage to think of something. Hopefully ya'll like it. It's kinda short.

Masterlist

You no idea what heels were, until you found some in a storage unit in Hell's Gate. You were snooping around the unit and came across a pair of red heels. This was new to you. As well as weird, you were used to seen others wearing boots or just flat out tennis shoes to be comfortable.

But you couldn't help but grow curious and try them on. It was a pain at first, since the heels held your feet up in a different position and they'd hurt after some time. Same with walking in them. You'd wobble and stumble around a first, but you manage to walk on them.

After some time, you decided to show off your new heels to your friends. When you walked to the camp, you had to do it barefoot. At first you were going to wear your heels, but the very thin heel would bury itself onto the dirt and you nearly tripped a few times. So you just walked barefooted until you got to the camp.

Once at camp, the Sully kids were already out of the hut and just hanging around their home. As soon as you saw them, you showed them your new heels. They had no idea what they were, just like you the first time you had found them. Then you went up an explanation of what they were and so on.

Then you put them on, showing them how you became a pro at walking on them. All they did was stare at the shinny red heels that you walked around on. Not only that, but you saw how their ears would twitch slightly by the clicking of the heels on the hard ground.

Ever since then, you'd began to get teased. Specially by Lo'ak and Spider. They'd go on and on how you were slightly taller now and how you nearly reached Tuk's height. Those two just loved poking fun at you ever since your heels were shown to them.

Kiri didn't really get the point in you wearing them. At first she thought that you didn't really need heels to be taller. That you were fine just the way that you were. But you told her that you simply wore them because they were pretty and stylish. Kiri still couldn't help but wonder why you wore them. They seem like torture devices.

Out of all her Siblings, Tuk liked your heels. She thought they were funny in a way but also cute. She'd often ask you if she could look at them, which you allowed her. She'd just look at the heel as if she was trying to figure out how or why they were made the way that they were. She often wishes she could hear your heels just to be a bit more tall.

Neteyam didn't mind, he was all 'Alright' when it came to your heels. He too didn't think you needed them, but if you liked them and choose to wear them, cool. He'd ask question after question on why you wore such shoe that can and will cause you pain thought. He never understood why humans made things that could cause you pain.

When Neytiri had heard about your famous heels. She too got curious. When she saw you wearing them one day, she couldn't help but find the clicking of your heels a bit annoying. When you came to the hut, she'd tell you to take them off. She too wonders why humans wear such painful devices.

She then went to ask Jake about them. He didn't know much, but explained to her why humans women, and some times men wear heels. She didn't get it at first, but after some time she did. She still despised human things, specially those noisy torture devices.

[the-man-in-the-suit-official]

Strange Mercy.

Summary: After hooking up with Harry occasionally, you fall pregnant. The real problem starts when he begins touring, and no matter what, you can never seem to make it past fans - or even the guards in order to tell him.

A/N: (D/N) = Daughter’s Name

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Length: Medium

TW: Cheating, Single Pregnancy, Violence While Pregnant (Slight), Hookup, Angst (Fluff at the end)

Celebrities: Harry E. Styles

Song(s) To Listen To: Strange Mercy - St. Vincent

You met him at a party. You had been a groupie of some lowly band, really just because you liked their music, but since then, their guitarist had taken a liking to you. You had hoped this meant you were his girlfriend, and yeah, he’d sleep with you and take you on ‘dates,’ but he’d do this with other women, too.

Truthfully, Harry wasn’t even supposed to be there. The party was in New York, close to the building that happened to be throwing an after party for an awards ceremony. So when he saw you smoking a cigarette outside the building, watching the dirty guitarist flirt with a few girls to the left of you, he approached you.

“Erm,” He began, shifting your attention.

He was dressed rather lavishly, but casual for the party. He wore a floral Gucci button up shirt and dress pants with Gucci shoes. The Apple Watch against his wrist read, “You’ve Arrived!”

“Is this The Louvat? It doesn’t really look like it…” His accent was thick, rolling off his tongue slowly.

Taking another drag, you chuckled a bit, “No, this is Lamar, the bar a bunch of shitty bands play at? You must have mistyped it.”

You looked back at your ‘boyfriend,’ watching as he slid a hand up one of the girls’ waist. You settled into your fluffy coat a bit more.

“Here,” You took his phone and typed in the right thing, “So you don’t miss it.”

Harry blinked. It was odd not to be noticed, but he wasn’t complaining, and eased into it, “Thank you.”

“The Louvat, how’d you miss that?” Another chuckle escaped your lips, “Hasn’t it got paparazzi littering the place?”

Furrowing your brows, squinting and pressing your lips into a thin line, you asked, “Are you famous?”

This time, it was his turn to chuckle nervously, “Eh,” He shrugged.

You softened your face a bit, glancing at Luke, the guitarist, who now was caught up wrestling tongues with a different girl. You looked down, “Well, you should probably get going, huh?”

You flicked your cigarette to the side, and he noticed the man you were looking at.

Dipping his eyebrows in worry, something came over him, “Would you like to come with me? Completely free. You just, I don’t think you really belong here, is all.”

A pink dusted your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but blame it on the cold Fall air.

“I…” You looked toward Luke, but the stranger stepped closer, gently turning your head toward him by the chin.

“Think of yourself, alright?”

Those sea green eyes could have controlled you. Suddenly, it wasn’t chilly. It was warm, stemming from your heart.

“Aright,” You responded softly, “I’d love to go.”

To be honest, he could have been a kidnapper or a killer, but could one have such sweet eyes? And to be fair, you’d rather be anywhere but here.

He smiled at you softly, “Well, I’m quite early since I had a feeling I’d get lost. Let’s get you something to wear, yeah?”

You’d been dressed the opposite of him - wearing a sleazy coat lined with faux fur zipped right as low as it could be without showing too much cleavage, Daisy Dukes, and a pair of tennis shoes. All to impress some boy that didn’t seem to want you anyway.

You’d felt hot earlier, but in the presence of this stranger and his enchanting eyes, you melted with embarrassment.

“That would be great,” You sighed with a smile, “Someone told me to wear this here, and now he’s off flirting with someone else.”

“I see,” Harry began, “Then you need to choose what you like…” He trailed off.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N),” You took a hand out of your pocket and held it out, but he kissed it instead.

“Harry Styles. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

Luke caught a glimpse of you leaving with your handsome stranger, angrily shouting after you, but you flipped him off and laughed as the car strolled on, turning back to Harry soon after.

Harry had found himself enchanted by your laugh. You were gorgeous in the face of revenge.

And that’s where it began. You’d become good friends since then, and when you made your ‘debut’ accompanying him, you’d been dressed in lavish branded clothes, from your dress to your heels to your accessories.

You owed him a lot, really, but working as a waitress really sucked. You didn’t get paid much, unless some guy had taken a liking to you and you flirted back a bit.

But now, every attractive guy seemed less and less so, even when your coworker, Emma, seemed to gleam the handsome men. Harry, though, seemed more beautiful by the minute.

“I still can’t believe your friends with him,” Emma sighed, obviously envious, “And that you didn’t know who he was!”

She had begged you so many times to get him to meet her, and you refused, knowing her and her…tendencies. Not that you disapproved, you just wanted to keep Harry safe. Safe. What a weird way to put it.

Your shift had just ended and Emma was on break, though you weren’t even listening as you fixed your makeup and waited for your ride.

He came strolling in soon after, curls gorgeously bouncing with his steps, smiling from ear to ear when he caught a look at you.

“(Y/N)!”

The diner was nearly empty now, so he noted he could make a quick entrance and exit.

“H!” You smiled and ran toward him, hugging the taller man, “You all packed up?”

He nodded, hugging you back, “Yeah, but you call me if that Luke is giving you anymore trouble, alright?”

You nodded, starry-eyed and so obviously enamored, “Thank you.”

It was Harry’s yacht party when it happened. The both of you were as sober as can be. You had admitted (hesitantly, of course) that you were afraid of the water, and Harry, without the bat of an eye, decided that he would watch over you and drink nothing for the night.

Ultimately, you felt bad, but noted that he seemed to be having as much fun at his going-away party as he would under the influence.

“(Y/N),” He started, once he managed to come away from the crowd of celebrities you still couldn’t process were actually there, “I rented the yacht out for the night. After the party, you wanna take it around?”

Your heart leaped at the opportunity to have Harry alone, and you nodded, “That sounds great!”

And when the time finally came and the last person left, he turned to you with a huge smile.

Who would have thought that you’d be here, with the most handsome man you’d ever seen? He had a goofy smile and eyes that glittered, the ocean reflecting on them.

He was perfect.

“There are some pretty things out here,” He had spoken, excitement bleeding into his voice, “I wanted to show you.”

You were quite surprised that he even knew how to drive a boat, but you felt safe with him either way as he steered it through the night.

And there you sat together, staring at the stars that seemed so much clearer out in the open. His hand found the small of your back quickly but softly, and he smiled into the night sky.

“All of those guys forget that we’re just humans. We’re nothing compared to the stars,” He spoke, not even turning to you.

You hummed happily, not even noticing when he did face you, “Except you, (Y/N).”

You met his eyes in confusion, raising a brow before he continued, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

You smiled bashfully, looking down, “Ah…I’m not that special, H.”

“But you are,” He scooted closer, “I…I knew from the moment we met that there was something different about you.”

Your eyes glimmered when they met with his again, your heart skipping a beat as the salty ocean air nipped your cheeks, “That means the world to me.”

Cupping your face in his hands, he inched your faces closer, “(Y/N)…would you let me love you this once? Before the tour starts again.”

Your face flushed red. And suddenly it made sense. Harry had felt something for you since you met, only he decided not to pursue anything after your breakup, and when you explained to him just how much relationships scared you since Luke. He figured that if dating a minor celebrity hurt you that much, then dating him would only be worse.

But he’d be leaving soon. And you’d miss him so, so much.

You nodded softly, lips parted before his met yours.

The butterflies began to fight their way out of your stomach, even as the kiss grew in intensity, and when he hoisted your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bed downstairs.

There wasn’t much thought for either of you, as he looked down at you, straddling you, “And you’re sure…you want to do this?”

“Yes,” You replied quicker than you meant to, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He was going to say something, but was only surprised when you pulled him by his collar and kissed him deeply.

-

The gentle beams of bright ocean light woke you, and you found yourself covered from your chest down to your thighs in a thick white comforter that felt like the softest thing in the world.

When you turned, you were met with an empty bed, making your heart sink. You’d trusted Harry dearly, would he just leave like Luke would?

You felt your mood begin to sour, that was, until you heard soft singing from above, and smelt blueberry pancakes, your favorite from the diner.

It was Harry, you would come to recognize, and your frown morphed into a wide smile. Once you were able to find the complimentary robe, you slipped it on, noticing it said, ‘Mrs.’

You giggled, figuring Harry had the matching one.

“Good morning, my sweet creature,” He set a plate down on the bar table for you, and another for himself, “How’d you sleep?”

You sat down and began to eat, thanking him before doing so, “Quite lovely, prince of pop.”

He exhaled a laugh, tying the robe around him once more, seeing as it was coming loose.

Part of you hurt, because you knew that you still weren’t quite ready - Like had messed you up terribly, and though Harry made you feel safe, there was still a block.

“Hey,” Harry’s hand met yours as you chewed your food, “I promise this doesn’t change anything. We can remain friends until you’re ready to decide, alright?”

You smiled sentimentally, overwhelmed with his understanding of you, “Thank you, H.”

He kissed your hand gently, and the two of you finished breakfast in peace.

He left less than a week later, taking your source of light with him. You wouldn’t be able to have him back at your house for almost a year, and though you could still visit, it would be hard.

It started with small things. About a month after he left, you began to wake up in the middle of the night more often, restless. Your chest became sore, no matter what, scaring you since your mind jumped straight to the idea of cancer.

It wasn’t until you sat on the toilet after spilling up last night’s dinner that you realized.

You were late.

And the theory became fact as you held onto the two pregnancy tests later that day, hand shaking in fear.

You were happy, of course, but you were anything but ready. Neither of you were.

The rest of the night, you were pacing, trying hard not to freak out in your small, bummy apartment, to no avail.

That night was more restless than the ones before it, and at 4:36 in the morning, you finally decided to tell Harry.

ME: We need to talk. Call me.

And just as quickly as it was sent, there was a reply.

HARRY: Due to insufficient funds, your service has been shut off until further notice. If you think that this is a mistake, or you would like to make a payment, please click the link below.

What awful timing.

It had come between either the phone bill or the rent this month, and you’d decided that you quite enjoyed shelter, but now you regretted it.

There was your friends you could meet in the morning, but Harry would never answer a message from an unknown number, especially one claiming such shocking things.

And who could you even talk to about this? Your family hardly spoke to you, ever since they found out you’d dated Luke, and this would only drive them away further, using their religion as a scapegoat for their pushing you away.

So you’d have to track him down. How hard could it be?

You saved for about three months, finally getting enough money for a plane ticket to meet Harry again, and though you couldn’t afford the concert ticket, you did your best efforts to come up with a plan.

As you idly watched the clock tick by, you prepared yourself for what was to come. Fan girls. Guards. Flashing lights. Nauseating smells.

And then you packed your bag and were on your way. Sneaking in was pretty easy, actually, especially when you recognized one of the guards as the one who drove the two of you to the party that fateful night.

The hard part was getting backstage during his intermission.

You had made it through, but now here was this giant man hassling you. He was buff, standing at at least 6’4”, and looking down at you through his sunglasses. You couldn’t have been farther apart.

“Hey, miss. You’re not allowed back here,” He raised a brow, stepping in front of you again, “I won’t say it again.”

You shook your head, “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m a friend of Harry’s, and I really, really need to tell him something important!”

You pushed forward, trying to reach the bright vanity, but the man pushed back with his hands. Instinctively, you grabbed your belly as you fell, landing on your side, a forearm holding you up.

“Hey! I’m fucking pregnant! What the hell?!”

He didn’t seem to care, hoisting you up by the arm on your belly, to your feet. The grip hurt, and you closed your eyes tightly, “I don’t care. I’m doing my job. It’s your fault if the baby dies because of you, you sick whore.”

He had obviously been frustrated, you’d noticed, and maybe he was right. Who were you to sleep around with Harry? Or with Luke? With anyone? What good did it do you but bring you here?

Tears started to sting your eyes, but all you could mutter was, “You’re stupid.”

He tossed you on the ground again, and you landed like before, not even meeting his eyes.

“Very bold of you to s-“ He began, but suddenly froze cold at a voice.

“(Y/N)? Bryan? What the hell are you doing?!” It was the fastest you’d ever heard him speak.

Bryan, you guessed, turned, his mouth agape, “A trespasser.”

“That’s my friend, you idiot! And any man who treats anyone like that shouldn’t be here in the first place!” Harry was now in his face, not even noticing your bump, “You’re fired!”

He looked over to you and his eyes widened in a second, “Oh my god. (Y/N)…you’re pregnant.”

“Really?” You chuckled sarcastically, a bit annoyed at the man as Harry helped you up, “I almost wasn’t when he kept rag-dolling me everywhere.

“Fucking leave,” He turned to the man, venom seething through his words, and when he did so, escorted by other guards, Harry turned back to you.

“I’m so sorry, love. I’ll make sure he’ll never be near us again,” He looked down at the bump, a bittersweet smile on his face, “Was it Luke?”

You felt safe with him, like usual, and you felt butterflies begin to swarm your insides.

“God, no,” You paused, looking down before meeting his eyes, “It’s yours.”

He froze completely, and you panicked, “But…I don’t mind raising it on my own, Harry. You’re a pop star and I knew what I was getting into, plus you’ll be busy. We can keep it a secret a-“

“No,” He spoke sternly yet softly, his hands holding yours as he smiled down at you, “No.”

“I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d want to have my kid,” He chuckled, “I would tell you you have pregnancy glow, but you always look that good.”

He was practically beaming, “God, I’m going to be a father! I can’t believe it! Thank you, thank you,” He hugged you tightly before pulling away, looking as if he realized something grim, “But, erm…if you want to raise it separately and as friends, that’s okay.”

You smiled solemnly, admiring just how stupid this boy was, quickly pulling him by his collar and smashing your lips on his.

When you pulled away, he blinked for a few seconds, “Did I get my point across?”

He nodded, smiling like an idiot.

“Then go out there and focus on your fans, okay? I’ll be in the private booths.”

The night, you thought, couldn’t have ended more wonderfully, but that’s when you were proven wrong. He stood on stage, finishing the previous song, Grapejuice, when he abruptly paused the show.

“Before I continue, I want everyone to know something,” Your heart skipped a beat, “I would like to dedicate this next song, Matilda, to everyone.”

The sentence brought your anxieties back down, “But most of all, (Y/N).”

And the tears began to fall for you, a hand over your mouth in surprise.

“She’s a wonderful girl, a long-time friend of mine who was never treated how she deserved to be treated. The kindest person I know, and the strongest,” He continued on, “And I’m honored to be the father of our baby.”

The crowd erupted into screams and cheers, and tears began to fall from him as well. Shifting his weight on his other leg, he gave his signature air kisses before the music began to play.

“You were riding your bike to the sound of ‘It’s No Big Deal.’”

-

When she, (D/N), finally arrived, it was the best thing to ever happen to either of you. Harry would have sworn by it, despite his very fortunate life, and even as she grew to a toddler, she looked just like him.

It made you smile as you held onto your husband of two years, “God, she looks just like you. From her eyes to her nose to her jaw.”

She was playing with the Golden Retriever puppy you’d gotten to grow up with her. She giggled even as she fell onto her bottom and was covered in kisses.

“She reminds me of you, most of all, love,” He looked at her lovingly, “I’m just worried she’ll be lonely growing up. I can’t imagine not having Gemma with me. I know we rushed into it a bit for her sake, but it’s the best thing we’ve ever done. Well, aside from (D/N).”

You bit your lip slyly, “Don’t worry, H. She won’t have that problem in about seven months.”

His heart stopped, and he practically leaped up in joy, pulling you in by the waist and spinning you.

“You could have destroyed me and refused to be with me. You could have never told me she was mine or worse. When I met you, I knew you were going to be in my life forever. Thank you for taking mercy in the stupid pop star who knocked you up,” Harry met your eyes, speaking softly, “You’re my blessing, my strange mercy.”

[p-redux]

So, apparently there's a shitshow brewing because allegedly Sam's latest date, Alice Panikian DMed with a couple of fans. Before I continue, here's a refresher of my previous post, showing Sam Heughan and Alice Panikian attending the Giorgio Armani Tennis Classic in London this weekend. 👇

Well, I'd heard in a few DMs that allegedly some DMs were circulating showing that some fans DMed Alice Panikian even before she was seen with Sam. I guess they noticed Sam was following her. The fans proceeded to DM Alice to ask questions about Sam and she allegedly replied. I didn't pay much attention because that's not the first time that's happened in this fandom. Fans have been messaging Sam's dates for ten years. Nothing new. Usually, it's to harass them, sometimes to show support. Many of the women don't answer but some definitely have. Again, nothing new.

Then, I got a DM from someone I've never talked to before and she tells me she's seen the screencaps of the Alice DM's, and she's very upset about them. She was upset because Alice gave info about how she met Sam, their plans, and then she talked crap about Sam's fans, and said Sam did too. Again, I didn't think anything of it because IT'S NOT THE FIRST TIME. I guess for newer fans, it was a shock. Anyhoo, I asked her to show me the screencaps of Alice's DMs with the promise that I wouldn't post them publicly and I wouldn't post her name. Well, I'm keeping my promise, so I'm not going to post them. And just so that people who have seen them know I have also seen them, here's a quote from one of Alice's DM's, "Oh so this was a trap from his weird fans." If anyone still has a doubt, I'd be more than happy to offer other direct quotes. I've seen the DMs. Trust.

So, here's my take. Same shit, different year. There is NOTHING NEW in the Alice DM's. Nothing I haven't shared with the fandom for ten years.

Quick summary: Sam slides into beautiful women's DM's on social media. Check. Sam sends and receives pics. Check BTW, that's everyone that's out there dating and also some married people. Sexy pics are the norm. Again, nothing new. Sam tells a woman he wants to see her, invites her to fly out to meet him. Check. Helloooo, he's rich, famous, and gorgeous. OF COURSE, he's going to fly out dates. Who would say no? Not I, my friends, not I. Sam's hater fans or SamCait shippers slide into newest woman's DM's to get the scoop about Sam or to leave hateful messages. Check. Same as it ever was. Woman responds and shares how excited she is to be with Sam, their plans etc., not realizing she's being tricked, and her DM's will be blasted all over the fandom. Check, check check. Then woman, if she's feisty, reacts to defend herself, and tells fans they're basically crazy, she thinks so, and so does Sam. Again, check, check, check. Anyone who's been here long enough has seen this same scenario play out over and over again.

The above is basically what is contained in the DM's between Alice and the fans. So, back to what I said in my previous post. Does Sam hate his fans? NO. He doesn't hate his normal fans. However, the so called fans, aka SamCait shippers, ex-shippers, now turned Sam hates, THOSE "fans," aka bullies, THOSE fans, he doesn't like so much. AND WITH GOOD REASON. There are many things my insider sources have told me that I haven't shared publicly. One of the things I don't put out there too often is that Sam HAS said his bully fans who have made his life miserable, and the lives of any woman he's dated miserable, are to quote him "mental." That's British for "crazy." AND HE IS NOT WRONG.

So, that's it. Big Whoop. Sam is dating a hot woman, they're into each other, they plan to see each other some more, Sam's warned her about his crazy fans, not all his fans, just his crazy ones, she got curious when she received DM's from these fans she was warned about, and proceeded to defend herself. I literally don't see one thing wrong with this. Good for her and good for Sam.

So, if you're pissed off by what she said in her DM's, then you're one of the "mental" fans Sam warned her about. If you're cheering them both on, then you're one of the sane fans, and Sam definitely loves and appreciates you. Again, I know this with 100% certainty because one degree of separation insider sources have told me this directly over the years.

As an aside, it is also possible the DMs are fake, I don't know how to do it, but I know there are lots of apps that can produce fake DM's. So, for now, I would take it with a grain of salt. But, I actually hope they're real. Serves as a reminder that Sam does think SamCait shippers, ex-shippers, and Sam haters are "mental," since they HAVE harassed him for years. His supportive fans, he adores. Trust. That's all, folks.

[ok-i-draw]

Spring cleaning:

Harriet’s first husband:

After Harriet divorced him:

Hopper huntsman father:

Harry Harvestmen!

Harry Harvestmen:

A retired famous tennis player who just so happens to be hoppers father!

During his prime, he was the face of tenis, with his skill and good looks, he brought a crowds that would go on for miles! But nowadays, in his humble retirement, he spends his days relaxing and staying away from the spot light.

More info on him:

He tries to be this suave bachelor that has women constantly coming on to him, but in reality, he’s a pathetic mess of a man.

After the divorce from Harriet, he’s been trying to get her back, not Harriet and Hopper, just Harriet.

He’s constantly heartbroken and misses the true love of his life.

When having hopper on weekends, he wants to know everything Harriet’s doing and if she said anything about him, desperately trying to win her back.

And when she eventually did remarry, he was devastated. And got excited when she divorced her second husband.

[mousemannation]

serious post time. concerning some thoughts ive had about zverev at LC. nothing too heavy but under the cut in case u just wanna scroll past.

i was talking to my mum about this and i think most of tennisblr share the same sentiment towards him so im not gonna be saying anything too radical. Its also not going to be super concise because im mostly spitballing here.

I was just thinking about how we talk about him and how we as a community navigate his presence on tour. I know that there's a vindictive joy that comes with seeing him lose that's especially potent since he basically got away with domestic violence scot free.

Seeing him lose is a good feeling because he clearly cares a lot and it feels like winning that he's upset, but it also doesn't actually mean anything in the scope of things. Obviously on some level if he lost enough he would no longer be relevant but it's inescapable that he is, unfortunately, very good at tennis. He's number 2 in the world. Call him a choker all you want, he's still vastly more successful that 99.9% of all tennis players.

But it's also just sport- a game. It's not the outcome of the match that amounts to anything outside of a very small community of people; its the celebrity, the money and clout and hero worship. The fact of the matter is it doesn't make a difference to the women he abused if he wins a match because he still abused them and he is still famous. He will always have been famous, even if he retires tomorrow. They will still interview him, laud him in press, put him in ads.

I just sometimes think- what right do I have to feel vindicated by his losses? To weigh his literal actual crimes against the outcome of some silly ball game? In a perfect world he would not be playing, he would be banned by the ITF and shunned publicly by his fellow players. He would not be invited to Laver Cup.

I won't say I don't look at tournament draws and hope for his early loss, but at least at tour events that means an early exit. I can't find it in myself to care if he wins or loses at Laver Cup, not really. Because he will still be there, he is still part of the team, he is still on the bench. It doesn't matter if he wins because he's still an abuser people paid thousands of dollars to watch play a game.

[youremyheaven]

vedic astro observations pt 3

in my previous post i had mentioned how some of the most famous mistresses/concubines/courtesans/women involved in adultery in real life or played such roles on screen often have Pushya or Punarvasu placements. here i'll be providing more example<3

Meena Kumari often played the "Other Woman" in her movies and here she is in her most famous role, playing a courtesan. She has Pushya sun and mercury

Elisabeth Moss plays a concubine in her most well known role in The Handmaiden. she has Pushya sun & mercury

Nicole Kidman played a courtesan in the iconic movie Moulin Rouge. She has punarvasu mercury atmakaraka and Pushya jupiter

Zhang Ziyi's most well known roles involve her playing a courtesan (Memoirs of a Geisha, House of Flying Daggers etc). She has Punarvasu moon

Bina Rai played the legendary courtesan Anarkali in the film of the same name in her most well known role. She has Punarvasu sun, Pushya mercury and jupiter

Hema Malini, Pushya rising was the real life mistress of her now husband Dharmendra. She also played a courtesan in the movie Sharafat

Rani Mukerji had an affair with the much married film producer Aditya Chopra which led to him separating from his wife. Rani has Mars in Punarvasu as her atmakaraka. She also has mercury and venus in Revati, which according to Claire Nakti is a nakshatra that features prominently in the charts of many "home wreckers".

Zeenat Aman had an affair with Sanjay Khan while he was married. The two even got married but things ended really poorly for Zeenat

(i dont want to mention it but you can google it). Zeenat is Punarvasu moon.

Lara Dutta and tennis icon, Mahesh Bhupathi started seeing each other when he was still married to his now ex-wife. Lara has Pushya moon and mars.

Sarika and Kamal Hassan had an affair while he was still married to Vani Ganapathy, leading to their split. Sarika has Mars in Punarvasu as her amatyakaraka. Her birth time is unconfirmed so she's either Ardra or Punarvasu moon

in a similar vein, Shilpa Shetty first started seeing Raj Kundra when he was still married to his first wife. She has Venus in Pushya darakaraka and Saturn in Punarvasu as her atmakaraka. She's also Rohini sun, another nakshatra that crops up often in the charts of women who are considered "home wreckers"

Pushya rising, Julia Roberts met her now husband when he was still married to someone else. Her most famous role to this date is that of a sex worker.

Lauren Bacall has Pushya venus & rising and met her husband Humphrey Bogart while he was still married to another woman

this is more of a speculation but JLo and Marc Anthony got married 5 months after he divorced his first wife, which implies that JLo and Marc probably started seeing each other when he was still married. Jennifer Lopez has Pushya moon

in an older post, i had mentioned how prostitutes in cinema are often played by Ketu natives and i think its interesting how different types of sex worker esque roles are played by different actors. prostitution is a very unglamorous, unrefined and morally frowned upon profession; Ketu is a shadow planet entirely separate from the material world where "morality" is created and enforced, thus it makes sense why these natives are chosen to play these roles, especially in gritty thrillers set in the underbelly of a big city (very Ketuvian). Ketu is in itself a malefic and associated with paradoxical concepts of apathy, impermanence but also liberation and salvation.

however, when courtesans or concubines are portrayed on screen, they are presented as extremely refined, polished and feminine creatures. historically, they were always educated, cultured, diversely talented and enjoyed a good position in the king's court.

they often acted as counsels, and were known for their refinement. such roles in cinema often seem to be played by Pushya or Punarvasu natives in cinema. i had already observed how cancer is the most feminine sign and how cancer women often play the "dream girl" or "trophy wife" in cinema and i would say this is an extension of that; their hyperfeminine mannerisms and persona make them highly desirable to men and courtesans and concubines are required to maintain themselves to a high degree of femininity in manner, appearance and conduct. it only makes sense that cancer girls, specifically Pushya (the height of femininity) and Punarvasu girls are chosen, repeatedly for these roles.

in most movies where a sex worker plays the protagonist, the main theme often tends to be about salvation/redemption. she's perhaps the whore with a heart of gold , the dichotomy between her character and her "immoral" life is explored. the Ketuvian roles explore these themes in the context of a dark, grungy, seedy brothel set in the underbelly of a big bad city whereas the Cancerian ones explore these in the context of a palace or a highly refined upper class setting where manners & conduct are subject to refinement. Ketu represents the shadow and Cancer ruled by the moon shows the light, although like yin and yang, there's good in the bad and bad in the good thoroughly interwoven into each other and impossible to separate.

2. in my personal observation, pisces rashi (0-3 degrees purvabhadrapada, uttarabhadrapada and revati) and bharani nakshatra endows a native with acting ability. these placements are present in the charts of some of the most talented actors in the history of cinema. obviously, one could have other placements and still be good actors.

Meryl Goddamn Streep is a Bharani moon

Saoirse Ronan is Revati sun, Bharani moon & venus with mercury and mars in UBP

Timothee Chalamet has Purvabhadrapada moon (2 degrees pisces) and Ketu in Revati. love him or hate him, gotta admit that the boy can act 🤷🏼‍♀️

Smita Patil, the iconic and prolific indian actress had Revati rising

Shabana Azmi is also Revati rising

again, love her or hate her, you have to admit Rani Mukerji is a terrific actor. She has UBP sun & ketu with mercury and venus in Revati

Heath Ledger is Revati sun & rising with mercury conjunct mars in Purvabhadrapada (2 degrees pisces)

Gary Oldman is UBP sun with moon and mercury in Revati

Robert Downey Jr is Revati stellium (sun, mercury and venus) with Bharani moon

Rooney Mara has UBP stellium (moon, mercury and venus)

Charlie Chaplin had venus in bharani atmakaraka, revati mercury amatyakaraka and mars in bharani

Spencer Tracy, Revati sun, UBP mercury conjunct mars

Buster Keaton, the screen legend and absolute GOAT had Revati moon

Clint Eastwood has mercury and venus in Bharani

Marlon Brando had Revati sun & moon

2 time Oscar winner and 10 time nominee, Bette Davis had Revati sun

pisces rashi, being a water sign gives the natives a certain emotional depth that gives them the ability to completely embody a character in the most convincing manner. being the final rashi, it encapsulates all the lessons of all the previous rashis and makes these natives possess an innate and inexplicable wisdom without first hand experience, thereby enabling them to portray a diverse range of characters convincingly.

bharani nakshatra's deity is lord yama and the nakshatra itself is associated with death. to be a good actor is to both subject your own self to a metaphorical death in order to birth the character within you and project it externally.

[putschki1969]

Hi there,

you mentioned earlier that Keiko have luxurious live and her family are well off. im curious whe is this information come from? did she ever mentioned this in an interview ? or are any of her family member also someone famous ? eg; business man / celebrities / etc ?

Hello there!

Keiko never explicitly talks about any specifics regarding her family or their financial status and there's a good reason for it. In the very early stages of Keiko's career (around two decades ago), some fans have discovered that members of her family are quite active in regional politics (an activity that can typically only be taken up if you have some substantial funds available). Naturally, it is in everyone's best interest to keep Keiko's work in the entertainment industry strictly separated from any political activities which is why you'll never get any official statements from Keiko in that regard. That's also why the fandom as a whole is pretty hush-hush about it and why I will not be going into further details here. ❗It is important to be respectful and to keep those things private.❗ But you can imagine that this sort of background affords Keiko certain privileges.

From circumstantial evidence alone, everyone with eyes can guess that Keiko has always led the lifestyle of someone who is financially well-off.

She is constantly decked out in extremely expensive designer clothes/bags/accessories. If you follow my Twitter account where I post my Kalafina fashion finds, you'll know that most of her stuff costs several thousand dollars.

Whenever she has a new hobby, she goes all-in and tends to buy some of the most expensive products on the market (see for example her road-bike era or more recently, her acoustic guitar era).

I'm not going to delve into all of her regular beauty treatments because that's something most self-respecting Japanese women would choose to invest in regardless of their financial status but suffice it to say, an average office worker with a decent salary would not be going to all those fancy places that Keiko frequents (there are much cheaper options out there!).

Then we have Keiko's living arrangements. Presumably, she lives alone in her own place somewhere in the city center which would already make it very expensive. She is able to sing and play the guitar in the middle of the night which is rarely possible unless the apartment is super modern and high-end.

Generally, she doesn't seem to struggle a lot when it comes to connections within the industry. From what we can tell, she has had no issues signing up with a reputable label and agency (something Hikaru struggled with a lot and Wakana might have too if she hadn't decided to stay with Space Craft). Usually, that's a sign that sizable amounts of money are involved but who knows...

The fact that she felt confident enough to apply for the registered trademark of "Kalafina" back in the day could also be an indicator for Keiko being well-off. The legal representation alone must have been quite expensive.

Additionally, Keiko has made some vague references here and there which would suggest a wealthy background (please note that these are just some examples).

She has mentioned small things like playing tennis and golf with her parents on a regular basis. In case you didn't know, those are rich people sports, especially if you use your own equipment (which Keiko does).

The way she spent her hiatus after the breakup is also quite telling. Inspired by one of her relatives, she randomly decided to go to Kimono school to get a diploma. Sufficient funds are required for a school like that and I would assume that most people who attend will probably come from a more "sophisticated" background.

When talking about her super early days in the music industry, Keiko has made no secret about the fact that it has never really been about passion or necessity. She didn't start out as a singer because she felt she had to, it was more of a spontaneous whim. Again, a luxury usually only afforded to privileged people. Back then, singing was something she moderately enjoyed and could casually pursue, something that separated her from her older sister and something that more or less served as the spoiled/rich-kid version of a rebellion against overbearing parents. We get a bit of "rebel"-Keiko in this interview here. I would say that this is the behaviour of someone who doesn't have many worries in life, at least not when it comes to financial matters.

[ausetkmt]

Black women have made important contributions to the United States throughout its history. However, they are not always recognized for their efforts, with some remaining anonymous and others becoming famous for their achievements. In the face of gender and racial bias, Black women have broken barriers, challenged the status quo, and fought for equal rights for all. The accomplishments of Black female historical figures in politics, science, the arts, and more continue to impact society.

Marian Anderson (Feb. 27, 1897–April 8, 1993)

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Contralto Marian Anderson is considered one of the most important singers of the 20th century. Known for her impressive three-octave vocal range, she performed widely in the U.S. and Europe, beginning in the 1920s. She was invited to perform at the White House for President Franklin Roosevelt and First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt in 1936, the first African American so honored. Three years later, after the Daughters of the American Revolution refused to allow Anderson to sing at a Washington, D.C. gathering, the Roosevelts invited her to perform on the steps of the Lincon Memorial.

Anderson continued to sing professionally until the 1960s when she became involved in politics and civil rights issues. Among her many honors, Anderson received the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1963 and a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 1991.

Mary McLeod Bethune (July 10, 1875–May 18, 1955)

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Mary McLeod Bethune was an African American educator and civil rights leader best known for her work co-founding the Bethune-Cookman University in Florida. Born into a sharecropping family in South Carolina, the young Bethune had a zest for learning from her earliest days. After stints teaching in Georgia, she and her husband moved to Florida and eventually settled in Jacksonville. There, she founded the Daytona Normal and Industrial Institute in 1904 to provide education for Black girls. It merged with the Cookman Institute for Men in 1923, and Bethune served as president for the next two decades.

A passionate philanthropist, Bethune also led civil rights organizations and advised Presidents Calvin Coolidge, Herbert Hoover, and Franklin Roosevelt on African American issues. In addition, President Harry Truman invited her to attend the founding convention of the United Nations; she was the only African American delegate to attend.

Shirley Chisholm (Nov. 30, 1924–Jan. 1, 2005)

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Shirley Chisholm is best known for her 1972 bid to win the Democratic presidential nomination; she was the first Black woman to make this attempt in a major political party. However, she had been active in state and national politics for more than a decade and had represented parts of Brooklyn in the New York State Assembly from 1965 to 1968. She became the first Black woman to serve in Congress in 1968. During her tenure, she co-founded the Congressional Black Caucus. Chisholm left Washington in 1983 and devoted the rest of her life to civil rights and women's issues.

Althea Gibson (Aug. 25, 1927–Sept. 28, 2003)

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Althea Gibson started playing tennis as a child in New York City, winning her first tennis tournament at age 15. She dominated the American Tennis Association circuit, reserved for Black players, for more than a decade. In 1950, Gibson broke the tennis color barrier at Forest Hills Country Club (site of the U.S. Open); the following year, she became the first African American to play at Wimbledon in Great Britain. Gibson continued to excel at the sport, winning both amateur and professional titles through the early 1960s.

Dorothy Height (March 24, 1912–April 20, 2010)

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Dorothy Height has been described as the godmother of the women's movement because of her work for gender equality. For four decades, she led the National Council of Negro Women (NCNW )and was a leading figure in the 1963 March on Washington. Height began her career as an educator in New York City, where her work caught the attention of Eleanor Roosevelt. Beginning in 1957, she led the NCNW and also advised the Young Women's Christian Association (YWCA). She received the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1994.

Rosa Parks (Feb. 4, 1913–Oct. 24, 2005)

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Rosa Parks became active in the Alabama civil rights movement after marrying activist Raymond Parks in 1932. She joined the Montgomery, Alabama, chapter of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) in 1943 and was involved in much of the planning that went into the famous bus boycott that began the following decade. Parks is best known for her December 1, 1955, arrest for refusing to give up her bus seat to a White rider. That incident sparked the 381-day Montgomery Bus Boycott, which eventually desegregated that city's public transit. Parks and her family moved to Detroit in 1957, and she remained active in civil rights until her death.

Augusta Savage (Feb. 29, 1892–March 26, 1962)

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Augusta Savage displayed an artistic aptitude from her youngest days. Encouraged to develop her talent, she enrolled in New York City's Cooper Union to study art. She earned her first commission, a sculpture of civil rights leader W.E.B. Du Bois, from the New York library system in 1921, and several other commissions followed. Despite meager resources, she continued working through the Great Depression, making sculptures of several notable Black people, including Frederick Douglass and W. C. Handy. Her best-known work, "The Harp," was featured at the 1939 World's Fair in New York, but it was destroyed after the fair ended.

Harriet Tubman (1822–March 20, 1913)

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Enslaved from birth in Maryland, Harriet Tubman escaped to freedom in 1849. The year after she arrived in Philadelphia, Tubman returned to Maryland to free her family members. Over the next 12 years, she returned nearly 20 times, helping more than 300 enslaved Black people escape bondage by ushering them along the Underground Railroad. The "railroad" was the nickname for a secret route that enslaved Black people used to flee the South for anti-slavery states in the North and to Canada. During the Civil War, Tubman worked as a nurse, a scout, and a spy for Union forces. After the war, she worked to establish schools for formerly enslaved people in South Carolina. In her later years, Tubman also became involved in women's rights causes.

Phillis Wheatley (May 8, 1753–Dec. 5, 1784)

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Born in Africa, Phillis Wheatley came to the U.S. at age 8, when she was captured and sold into enslavement. John Wheatley, the Boston man who enslaved her, was impressed by Phillis' intellect and interest in learning, and he and his wife taught her to read and write. The Wheatleys allowed Phillis time to pursue her studies, which led her to develop an interest in poetry writing. A poem she published in 1767 earned her much acclaim. Six years later, her first volume of poems was published in London, and she became known in both the U.S. and the United Kingdom. The Revolutionary War disrupted Wheatley's writing, however, and she was not widely published after it ended.

Charlotte Ray (Jan. 13, 1850–Jan. 4, 1911)

Charlotte Ray has the distinction of being the first African American woman lawyer in the United States and the first woman admitted to the bar in the District of Columbia. Her father, active in New York City's Black community, made sure his young daughter was well educated; she received her law degree from Howard University in 1872 and was admitted to the Washington, D.C., bar shortly afterward. Both her race and gender proved to be obstacles in her professional career, and she eventually became a teacher in New York City instead. 

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Do you really think Meghan actually wants to make and sell products? And that she wants to create a brand that has a real marketable potential?

Everything we have seen so far, right from 2O12/13, when she first hit some recognition with with suits, all she has ever wanted was to famous. And by association, be known as beautiful, desirable, intelligent and high value.

All her ventures were geared towards increasing her own social capital - the people she knew, the places she was seen at, what she wore, what she used, the activities she did as leisure, her knowledge of all things fine, elite, luxury.

All financial benefits she recieved were though her social capital. She did not undertake any activity that would add to her craft as an actor, which she apparently has a degree in. No auditions, no plays, no training workshops, no new longterm projects, no producer gigs or interests even after she had some financial security etc

Even the Tig was more like documenting an extended luxury vacation. All her focus was geared towards finding a rich guy with a luxury lifestyle, to settle down with. Her long term plans did not include acting, getting better projects or stable long-term business ventures.

And for all intents and purposes, she seems to have got what she wanted. We may side-eye her that she bagged Harry of all the rich eligible men she could find, we may even question her quality of life. But, she seems to be living it up pretty good.

She is miles from where she was. Harry is bringing in all the money and even if they go broke, that is never make money from their ventures, Harry's BRF connection is always the backup plan. At least financially.

She gets to live is a huge place, she is back in LA. She only ever wears designer wear. Everything she does is scrutinized and talked about, good or bad. She gets entry into places and circles she could never have imagined herself in.

Al she wants is be in special shows or docuntaries where she is the centre of attention. So she will never do a show about a charity or something. The money will keep coming in.

And a divorce settlement is always a viable option. Plus Harry is the one who has made a fool of himself infront of everyone that cared about him.

So, I don't think she cares about what products she seels, whether they could have long term money making potential etc.

She is living her dream life. And the past 7 years have only fuelled her entitlement.

So, I don't think she cares if Roop fails. Or the products are stupid.

Meghan wants to be so fabulously filthy rich and famous she never has to work again in her life. She thinks she is literally just one idea away from having it all, and we know that about her because the second she realizes it's not working, she bails.

Just look at her track record:

2011: Producer Wife

2012 - 2013: Suits

2014: Lifestyle influencer (The Tig) and humanitarian activist (Ice Bucket Challenge)

2015: Foodie

2016: Humanitarian activist (March), Tennis fan (June/July), Royal girlfriend (November)

2017: Better than Kate (January), Health/Beauty influencer (April/May), Royal almost-fiancee (June/July), Africa (August), Duchess Material (Sept/Oct), Royal rulebreaker (Nov/Dec)

2018: Shy Di (Feb/Mar), Bride (Apr/May), Country Girl (June - Aug), Global Superstar Di (Sept/Oct), New Young Mother (Nov - May 2019)

2019: New Young Mother (continued), Feminist Who Supports and Inspires Women (summer), Nobody Asked Me If I'm OK (Sept/Oct), Glam Military Wife (Nov)

2020: Protecting My Peace (January), Revenge Tour (March), Helping the Hungry Because Everyone Else Is (April), New Young Mother Again (May), Black Lives Matter (summertime), Author and Content Creator (autumn), Hot Military Wife and Nobody Asked Me If I'm OK Part 2: Miscarriage Edition (Nov)

2021: New Young Mother Part 3 (February), Still Protecting My Peace (March), Lilibet (June), The Bench, Humanitarian Activist and Time Magazine cover model (Sept/Oct)

2022: We're Still Royals Platinum Jubilee edition (springtime), Podcaster/Socialite (July/August), We're Still Royals Mini-tour edition (pre-HLM September), Grieving Granddaughter-in-Law (September), Humanitarian Activist and Netflix Superstars (December)

2023: We're Still Royals Coronation edition (March through May), Di-Chased-By-Paparazzi-in-New York (May/June), WME Superstar (June), Author and Content Creator (July/Aug/September), Hot Military Wife Dusseldorf Edition (Sept/Oct), Red Carpet Fashion Superstar (autumn)

2024: We're Still Royals Invictus Games in Canada Edition (February), Goop Wannabe (March), Duchy Originals Wannabe (April)

[barbielore]

I previously did part one of a lengthy post about Barbie's careers and it occurred to me after posting it that I did not address Barbie's other major career: athletics. And the main reason for this is that it is hard to distinguish as a single "career".

If you break down each sport none of them touch the top careers, but "professional athlete" probably does - the only problem is determining when Barbie is meant to be depicting a professional athlete, or when she is a hobbyist or amateur.

Breaking down times Barbie appears to be depicted as a coach or instructor of any kind of athletic endeavour (including e.g. dance but not including non-physical pursuits like art or cooking) my count comes to 15 - putting it in frequency between veterinarian and actor.

When I tried to break down all other depictions of athletics, I lost count as I crossed 50. Assuming Wikipedia is accurate, the most common sports seem to be cheerleader, tennis player and gymnast with 10 each - 14 for figure skater and 12 for gymnast, if you count the Olympic variants.

This puts them above astronaut in terms of frequency, and figure skater then comes equal with veterinarian.

Once again I can't help but notice that there's a gender bias here - cheerleading and gymnastics both are female-dominated sports.

Tennis is a bit of an outlier - I don't mentally associate tennis as a particular female sport, but I do know that there are a history of extremely strong female proponents of tennis as a sport for women, and some of the best and certainly most famous tennis players in the world are women.

[carlandooo]

Carlos is a tennis player and Jannik is a famous singer/model AU

Mood board for my fic - 

"There’s someone that walks onto the stage from behind the scenes, and before Carlos is actually able to see who it is a couple of women (and men?) already start screaming excitedly. “Holy shit, it’s Jannik Sinner!”, he hears Lorenzo say in almost awe. Never heard of him, Carlos thinks, and then he sees him.

Holy shit indeed. On the podium stands a man who’s tall, with beautiful red curls, a guitar hanging over his shoulder, wearing a suit that clearly shows he’s also a model, and at that moment, Carlos knows he’s a goner."

[thepastisalreadywritten]

By Meilan Solly

24 October 2024

During an impromptu game of table tennis in September 1934, a player accidentally stepped on the ball.

The host’s father decided to look for a replacement in a cupboard at their English country house.

Instead of table tennis balls, the family patriarch stumbled onto an “entirely undisciplined clutter of smallish leather books,” including one whose cover “had been eaten away, presumably by a mouse,” as his son later recalled.

That unassuming manuscript turned out to be the only surviving copy of The Book of Margery Kempe, a medieval text chronicling the adventures of a female Christian mystic.

Previously known only through 16th-century excerpts that painted Kempe as an anchoress who walled herself up in a cell to devote her life to private prayer and reflection, the manuscript reframed its namesake as a colorful figure who’d traveled abroad on religious pilgrimages, claimed she’d experienced visions of herself participating in such biblical events as the birth and crucifixion of Jesus, and endured multiple arrests on charges of heresy.

“You lose all sense of her story and her personality when only reading the excerpts," says Eleanor Jackson, a curator at the British Library in London.

“She’s a very larger-than-life character … who was not an anchoress but [rather] incredibly mobile. She’s been to the Holy Land, she’s been to Rome, she’s been to Santiago de Compostela.”

The chance discovery of Kempe’s autobiography speaks to the rich trove of writing about medieval women that survives to this day, as well as the countless works that have been lost over the centuries, Jackson says.

“Women in the Middle Ages were seen as less important than men, and they were excluded from a lot of areas of power,” the curator adds.

“Their stories were less often recorded, and because women often weren’t given the same level of education as men, [many] couldn’t write themselves.

Women’s histories are much harder to find, but they are there when you look for them.”

A new exhibition at the British Library tells some of these long-overlooked tales through a selection of more than 140 documents and artifacts spanning roughly 1100 to 1500.

Co-curated by Jackson and Julian Harrison, “Medieval Women: In Their Own Words” spotlights queens, nuns, authors, warriors, physicians, and artisans alike.

As the name suggests, the show emphasizes women’s personal testimony, “telling their stories as much as possible through their own words, whether preserved in their writings or dictated to scribes, as was the case with Kempe," Jackson says.

The individuals featured in the exhibition run the gamut from famous figures like Joan of Arc and Italian French writer Christine de Pizan to the lesser known, including Estellina Conat, the first recorded female printer of Hebrew texts; Shajar al-Durr, the first female sultan of Egypt and Syria; and Alice Claver, a silkwoman who crafted ornate clothing for England’s Edward IV.

By highlighting such a diverse group, lead curator Jackson and co-curator Harrison hope to move past widely held conceptions of medieval women’s existences being centered around domesticity and oppression by men.

“Their lives were a lot more vibrant than people expect,” Jackson says, “and [visitors] will be surprised by the sheer variety of roles that they occupied in the fields of politics, religion and the arts."

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“Medieval Women: In Their Own Words” is on view at the British Library in London from 25 October 2024 to 2 March 2025.