#grey nuns

[lindaseccaspina]

The Sadler Photos Mystery- Gazebo--Macdonald Park? Rockcliffe Park?

Lost Ottawa 2017 Ottawa Panorama here, looking south towards the corner of Rideau and Charlotte in 1968. Not many trees in Macdonald Gardens!Wallis House, on the far left, is now a condo development, but once it was the Protestant Hospital (completed in 1876), a Catholic Seminary, a home for WRENS, public housing, and then a military headquarters. For much of its later life, however, it seems…

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“QUEBEC INSANE ASYLUM BURNED,” Hamilton Spectator. December 15, 1930. Page 15. ---- Thousand Inmates Are Marched To Safety ---- Grey Nuns Demonstrate Worth of Fire Drill ---- Quebec, Dec. 14 - Twenty minutes after fire broke out in the east wing of St. Michael Archangel Asylum for the insane last night, 1000 inmates had been removed to safety. The fire destroyed the entire wing of the institution with a loss estimated at $700,000.

The asylum, built in 1864, is located at Beauport, a suburb. The east wing housed the male patients, comprising half the entire occupants of the institution. The blaze was discovered by a watchman at 6.15. Immediately it became known that the building with its 2.000 inmates, was endangered by fire, the entire Quebec fire department rushed to the suburb while hundreds of citizens organized volunteer rescue squads. But so carefully had the Grey nuns who operate the asylum, organized their fire drill that in 20 minutes every patient was in a place of safely and the firemen enabled to concentrate their entire efforts, upon saving the building.

The fire gained great headway and at midnight was still raging with firemen devoting their efforts to protect the central building and the west wing. The central building was damaged slightly by smoke and water, but the west wing was saved intact.

It was not until 12 hours after the outbreak that the firemen were recalled from the scene. Municipal and provincial police remained throughout the night and Premier Taschereau visited the asylum twice, once last night when the blaze was at its height, and then this morning to personally congratulate the nuns on their efficiency is handling the situation

It was stated that the building would be repaired at once. In the meantime the patients were being cared for in an annex of the main building. 

Since its construction in 1864, the Institution has been twice previously damaged by fire. The first time was in 1874, when it was partially destroyed with heavy loss of life. A few years ago it was slightly damaged, but no fatalities occurred.

[youjustdontunderstandmymusic]

have a nice life

the unnatural world

[big-fudge888]

My Lady Jane spoilers without context

[heydrangeas]

rhaenyra looked so good in her septa outfit. how does she do it

[welcometogrouchland]

Every show on planet earth, regardless of genre, needs a scene where the characters inexplicably become a rock band and perform a song together. The song should slap and the scene should fuck and the event should be referenced the absolute minimum number of times in canon. Preferably never again

[sunlightwanda]

Mother Superion to the ocs about Father Vincent: this man is a whore, has always been a whore, will probably always be a whore

[azulso]

My favourite mutant couples

[bechloesupercorp]

“Oof-” Ava slammed straight into the grass, sending plumes of dust up in her wake. Her muscles ached in protest as she dragged herself off the ground. Nope, not as young as she used to be. Reya’s realm had felt like centuries. To her, it literally had been, slowly aging her as she fought God herself to go back. What didn’t make sense though was Michael. Maybe he’d just taken the term “growth spurt” a bit too literally and just ran headfirst into adulthood. Nevermind that. Ava shook herself off, a jumble of emotions climbing up her throat at the sight of Cat’s Cradle. She was almost home.

The sisters were nice, but wholly unfamiliar. No Cam, no Lilith, not even Mother. And definitely no Bea. A trill of joy ran up her spine – maybe Bea had listened, and actually went to live her life. A spike of fear wedged even deeper at the same time – what if Bea didn’t want her in her life anymore? What if she had gone and done all these amazing things while Ava was stuck in another realm. What if Bea had outgrown her, like plenty of roommates had before, being adopted out or leaving for school and bigger things than Ava and witty banter. 

She still had to try. Beatrice had left almost nothing. No phone number, no email, just a P.O. box in familiar writing, paper aged with the tendrils of time. Even then, Ava could see that the strokes were sure, certain, like the Bea she’s always known. But they were lighter too, the ends of her letters lifting up just a bit, like even she didn’t know exactly what was coming next.

So Ava thanked the sisters and rushed on out.

She didn’t move as fast as she used to anymore, even with the halo thrumming in her back. But she trudged along, feet drawing her closer and closer to her final destination. The sunrise broke over the horizon as she plowed up the mountains. Of course, Bea would go back to the one place they’d shared. Not Ava-the-Halo-Bearer and Sister Beatrice, but simply Ava and Bea. 

The sun glowed against her cheeks and she felt like she was nineteen-just-turned-twenty again. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes when she realised that this could all be gone. Bea’s, but not hers. Who wouldn’t love Beatrice? She probably had a whole new life, new family, new love, just conveniently in the same place they’d learned to love each other. She planted herself on a park bench, just across from the pool she’d spent almost every free second she’d had at, and the doubt wormed into her chest, shredding at her heart til she could barely breathe.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” A young voice drifted in in German, accompanied by someone settling on the bench next to her.

It took her a second to respond, “I’m fine, thanks!” The language felt odd on her tongue. Thirty years had passed, but her mouth still moved, falling into a routine that was natural, but a bit misshapen, like clearing the cobwebs of an old hangout.

The young man had looked straight through her, with a funky little mustache and mischievous eyes. Ava wasn’t quite sure why, but in seconds she was pouring out her life’s story to this random stranger. She could almost hear the music in the background, like she had done hundreds of times to Hans before. 

“It’s been years, and I don’t even know if she’d wait for this long. It feels selfish to want it but–” The boy stopped, glancing as another figure settled near the pool, “Sorry, my father sends me each morning to watch–” Ava followed his line of sight and everything faded. Bea. Streaks of grey laid where the blond used to be. Hair still up in a bun, a few strands hanging loose and framing her face perfectly. Ava’s hand itched to tuck it back behind her ear. To trace the soft smile lines at the edge of her eyes. Good. All Ava had wanted was for Bea to be happy. 

She couldn’t help but launch herself at Bea, Halo giving her a little boost. Bea’s head shot up at the movement, cycling from alarm to immediate recognition as Ava’s feet pounded against the grass. Bea shot to her feet, arms reaching forward, crashing together in a tangle of limbs. 

“Ava?” Bea’s voice cracked, a slight tinge of disbelief, as she clutched at Ava’s spine, drawing them together as close as she could.

“Bea,” she whispered, gripping at anything she could. She buried her nose in the crook of Bea’s neck – she smelled exactly the same. A flood of relief washed down her muscles as Bea pressed her lips against the side of her head, tears dripping against Ava’s face and mixing with her own. It took a few seconds of stunned relief, multitudes being said without any sound. “You came home,” Bea sniffled, voice thick with emotion.

Ava drew back, hand gently tilting Bea’s chin, eyes searching for the truth she already knew. “I’m home.”

[night-for-night]

tonnelle st, jc, nj - vivitar wide & slim with 400 iso b&w film - developed at bleecker digital & scanned with minolta dimage dual iii

[best-nun-tournament]

Round 1, Match 10

Sister Hedwig (Misericorde) vs Nona Grey (Book of the Ancestor Trilogy)

Hedwig is a Benedictine nun, and a former anchoress.

Nona Grey is a novice at the Convent of Sweet Mercy.

Sister Hedwig

No propaganda submitted.

Poll Runner's Note: Hedwig was forced to touch grass at the age of 30 and she's being so brave about it. She finds talking to people face to face confusing. She feels incredibly guilty whenever anyone is kind to her. Sometimes she gets so upset she throws up and passes out.

Hedwig's Note: Tunc ait illi Iesus converte gladium tuum in locum suum omnes enim qui acceperint gladium gladio peribunt.

Nona Grey

Peasant girl becomes Warrior Nun. Although this line is not talking about Nona, the first line of the book is literally: "It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size.” Epic.

[fooltofancy]

if there were a grey calico critter rabbit family please know that i WOULD acquire a tiny one and i WOULD spend the rest of my free time making baby mode gear for it.

[possumnotrat]

You know what this smells like to me? Autism.

[notelcol]

So I’m starting to take writing requests :)

I’m open to any fandoms (that I have an understanding of).

Will also take non fandom requests.

No smut please <3

[deusamatne]

i now firmly relate to beatrice

i have a cup of tea after a month of no tea and i feel like i took ecstasy. yall have no idea how good a well made cup of tea is

[knightsofrayx]

(not sure if this has been done already but) I headcanon that instead of the OCS recruiting Camila, Camila found the OCS.

(This, of course, is inspired by me rewatching the “Carmen Sandiego” pilot) (and this also inspired other thoughts about a CSxWN au…)

Anyways, these thoughts were specifically inspired by the character “Player”, who hacks security systems and tells the owners where their cybersecurity weaknesses are. So my idea is that Camila, who already had some coding/hacking experience before she first became a nun (maybe before everything went bad with her parents one of them was in the quickly evolving tech industry and would teach her coding for fun?), moonlighted as a grey-hat hacker, and got on the OCS’s radar when she hacked their systems.

The OCS thought that it was some malicious attempt to try and expose them, but the team that was sent (probably Shannon, Mary, Lilith, and Bea) just find this little guy with innocent bambi eyes and telling them exactly how terrible their file encryption is and “oh my gosh, I like, hacked your expense accounts in five minutes. Why do you guys spend so much of your budget on-”, and she is promptly adopted.

Well, not so simply, as one does not forcefully adopt people into the OCS (the Ava-situation not-withstanding). Superion is at first not so agreeable about the group's unorthodox decision, but after Camila demonstrates her tech skills, she gives in and allows her to stay (and writes to whoever the person in charge of transferring nuns between orders or whatever so that it can be done officially as well). Partly for practicality, as the order needs more tech-savvy sister warriors with how prominent technology is becoming in the world, but also because Camila is such a little guy and Superion could not say no.