#history overdose

[marzipanandminutiae]

I feel like a more useful phrase for encompassing how Hollywood's Corsets Are Evil attitude underestimates women's intelligence, as opposed to "would we have worn something like them for 500 years if they weren't comfortable?" is

"would the vast majority of us have worn something like them for 500 years if they were absolute torture devices in 100% of use cases?"

would we have worn them if they weren't comfortable? just as a blanket statement with no further modifiers...yes. I've been watching deep dives on lip fillers while I sew this morning. people will ABSOLUTELY do things that are not only uncomfortable but outright dangerous, for beauty

however

"the vast majority" is a key difference here. most women don't get lip fillers, especially not to the point of looking cartoonish. most of us, regardless of gender, look at that and cringe. corsets were worn with the ubiquity of bras, and I cannot emphasize that enough. so it's hardly the same thing

and as for comfort...well, that's a moving target. I can't say "X garment is comfortable" and leave it at that, because different people find comfort in different things. and we all have different bodies, to boot. I don't find stiletto heels comfortable, and most people agree with me on that. I also don't find sweatpants comfortable, though- they're mostly polyester and therefore overly warm to me, and they make me mentally uncomfortable to wear because they're so far outside of what makes me feel happy and confident

and anyway, the media isn't saying that corsets were UncomfyTM. that's not engaging with the actual message. they're saying corsets were TORTURE. that they made women faint all the time! that they killed us! that they broke ribs and chafed us bloody! and that they did all of this regardless of how one wore them, because this is just How Corsets Always Work!

which is...demonstrably not true. some women did tightlace. that cannot be denied and I wouldn't try to. but go back to the filler situation- it's not everyone. and even some women who were willing to put up with tightlacing for special occasions wouldn't do it every day. some brides wear Spanx for their weddings now, who wouldn't touch the stuff 99% of the time

would it have happened, period, if it wasn't comfortable? yes, easily. but that's the wrong question

would it have been as ubiquitous as wearing a bra is today if it were a hellish pain-nightmare across the board? absolutely not

[massiveluxuryoverdose]

"Globe of Jewels"

It was made around 1869 by order of Nassereddin Shah. Naser al-Din Shah Qajar (1831 – 1896).

It made of 34kg of solid gold and more than 51,000 diamonds, emeralds, rubies and sapphires.

[no-tengo-ojos]

Because more people are sharing their Faroe designs now I think I can finally talk about an idea that’s been cloncking around in my head for a good few months

Faroe as John Everett Millais’ Ophelia

So! Art history time!

(TW overdose and suicide)

It’s a fairly well known story but I’ll tell it for those of you who don’t know. The model for the main figure in the painting (Ophelia) was Elizabeth Siddal, a pre-raphaelite model and artist. Millais had her lie in a warmed bath so he could fully capture her dress and hair floating etc.. But at one point during the process the flame under the bath went out and the water got so incredibly cold that Siddal contracted pneumonia and was prescribed laudanum to help her recover. She became addicted and eventually overdosed.

The scene itself is taken from Shakespeare’s Hamlet in which the character Ophelia drowns herself after subsuming to overwhelming grief.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

* * * *

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

September 19, 2024

Heather Cox Richardson

Sep 20, 2024

Yesterday morning, NPR reported that U.S. public health data are showing a dramatic drop in deaths from drug overdoses for the first time in decades. Between April 2023 and April 2024, deaths from street drugs are down 10.6%, with some researchers saying that when federal surveys are updated, the decline will be even more pronounced. Such a decline would translate to 20,000 deaths averted.

With more than 70,000 Americans dying of opioid overdoses in 2020 and numbers rising, the Biden-Harris administration prioritized disrupting the supply of illicit fentanyl and other synthetic drugs. They worked to seize the drugs at ports of entry, sanctioned more than 300 foreign people and agencies engaged in the global trade in illicit drugs, and arrested and prosecuted dozens of high-level Mexican drug traffickers and money launderers. 

In March 2023 the Biden-Harris administration made naloxone, a medicine that can prevent fatal opioid overdoses, available over the counter. The administration invested more than $82 billion in treatment, and the Department of Health and Human Services worked to get the treatment into the hands of first responders and family members. 

Addressing the crisis of opioid deaths meant careful, coordinated policies.

Also today, markets all over the world climbed after the Fed yesterday cut interest rates for the first time in four years. In the U.S., the S&P 500, which tracks the stock performance of 500 of the biggest companies on U.S. stock exchanges, the Nasdaq Composite, which is weighted toward the information technology sector, and the Dow Jones Industrial Average, an older index that tracks 30 prominent companies listed on U.S. stock exchanges, all hit new records. The rate cut indicated to traders that the U.S. has, in fact, managed to pull off the soft landing President Joe Biden and Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen worked to achieve. They have kept job growth steady, normalized economic growth and inflation, and avoided a recession. 

As they have done so, the major U.S. stock indices have had what The Guardian's Callum Jones calls “an extraordinary year.” Jones notes that the S&P 500 is up more than 20% since the beginning of 2024, the Nasdaq Composite has risen 22%, and the Dow Jones Industrial Average has gone up 11%.

Bringing the U.S. economy out of the pandemic more successfully than any other major economically developed country meant clear goals and principles, and careful, informed adjustments.

And yet the big story today is that Republican North Carolina lieutenant governor Mark Robinson frequented porn sites, where between 2008 and 2012 he wrote that he enjoyed watching transgender pornography; referred to himself as a “black NAZI!”; called for reinstating human enslavement and wrote, “I would certainly buy a few”; called the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. a “f*cking commie bastard”; wrote that he preferred Adolf Hitler to former president Barack Obama; referred to Black, Jewish, Muslim, and gay people with slurs; said he doesn’t care about abortions (“I don’t care. I just wanna see the sex tape!” he wrote); and recounted that he had secretly watched women in the showers in a public gym as a 14-year-old. Andrew Kaczynski and Em Steck of CNN, who broke the story, noted that “CNN is reporting only a small portion of Robinson’s comments on the website given their graphic nature.”

After the first story broke, Natalie Allison of Politico broke another: that Robinson was registered on the Ashley Madison website, which caters to married people seeking affairs. 

Robinson is running for governor of North Carolina. He has attacked transgender rights, called for a six-week abortion ban without exceptions for rape or incest, mocked survivors of school shootings, and—after identifying a wide range of those he saw as enemies to America and to “conservatives”—told a church audience that “some folks need killing.”

That this scandal dropped on the last possible day Robinson could drop out of the race suggests it was pushed by Republicans themselves because they recognize that Robinson is dragging Trump and other Republican candidates down in North Carolina. But here’s the thing: Republican voters knew who Robinson was, and they chose him anyway. 

Indeed, his behavior is not all that different from that of a number of the Republican candidates in this cycle, including former president Trump, the Republican nominee for president. Representative Virginia Foxx (R-NC) embraced Robinson’s candidacy, and House speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA) welcomed “NC’s outstanding Lt. Governor” to a Republican-led House Judiciary Committee meeting “on the importance of election integrity.” “He brought the truth with clarity and conviction—and everyone should hear what he had to say!” Johnson posted to social media. Robinson spoke at the Republican National Convention.

The difference between the Democrats and the Republicans in this election is stark, and it reflects a systemic problem that has been growing in the U.S. since the 1980s. 

Democracy depends on at least two healthy political parties that can compete for voters on a level playing field. Although the men who wrote the Constitution hated the idea of political parties, they quickly figured out that parties tie voters to the mechanics of Congress and the presidency.

And they do far more than that. Before political thinkers legitimized the idea of political opposition to the king, disagreeing with the person in charge usually led to execution or banishment for treason. Parties allowed for the idea of loyal and legitimate opposition, which in turn allowed for the peaceful transition of power. That peaceful exchange enabled the people to choose their leaders and leaders to relinquish power safely. Parties also create a system for criticizing people in power, which helps to weed out corrupt or unfit leaders.

But those benefits of a party system depend on a level political playing field for everyone, so that a party must constantly compete for voters by testing which policies are most popular and getting rid of the corrupt or unstable leaders voters would reject. 

In the 1980s, radical Republican leaders set out to dismantle the government that regulated business, provided a basic social safety net, promoted infrastructure, and protected civil rights. But that system was popular, and to overcome the majority who favored it, they began to tip the political playing field in their direction. They began to suppress voting by Democrats by insisting that Democrats were engaging in “voter fraud.” At the same time, they worked to delegitimize their opponents by calling them “socialists” or “communists” and claiming that they were trying to destroy the United States. By the 1990s, extremists in the party were taking power by purging traditional Republicans from it.

And yet, voters still elected Democrats, and after they put President Barack Obama into the White House in 2008, the Republican State Leadership Committee in 2010 launched Operation REDMAP, or Redistricting Majority Project. The plan was to take over state legislatures so Republicans would control the new district maps drawn after the 2010 census, especially in swing states like Florida, Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Wisconsin. It worked, and Republican legislatures in those states and elsewhere carved up state maps into dramatically gerrymandered districts.

In those districts, the Republican candidates were virtually guaranteed election, so they focused not on attracting voters with popular policies but on amplifying increasingly extreme talking points to excite the party’s base. That drove the party farther and farther to the right. By 2012, political scientists Thomas Mann and Norm Ornstein warned that the Republican Party had “become an insurgent outlier in American politics. It is ideologically extreme; scornful of compromise; unmoved by conventional understanding of facts, evidence and science; and dismissive of the legitimacy of its political opposition.”

At the same time, the skewed playing field meant that candidates who were corrupt or bonkers did not get removed from the political mix after opponents pounced on their misdeeds and misstatements, as they would have been in a healthy system. Social media poster scary lawyerguy noted that the story about Robinson will divert attention from the lies about Haitian immigrants eating pets, which diverted attention from Trump’s abysmal debate performance, which diverted attention from Trump’s filming a campaign ad at Arlington National Cemetery. 

When a political party has so thoroughly walled itself off from the majority, there are two options. One is to become full-on authoritarian and suppress the majority, often with violence. Such a plan is in Project 2025, which calls for a strong executive to take control of the military and the judicial system and to use that power to impose his will.    

The other option is that enough people in the majority reject the extremists to create a backlash that not only replaces them, but also establishes a level playing field.  

The Republican Party is facing the reality that it has become so extreme it is hemorrhaging former supporters and mobilizing a range of critics. Today the Catholic Conference of Ohio rebuked those who spread lies about Haitian immigrants—Republican presidential candidate Trump and vice presidential candidate J.D. Vance were the leading culprits—and Teamsters councils have rejected the decision of the union’s board not to make an endorsement this year and have endorsed Democratic presidential candidate Vice President Kamala Harris. Some white evangelicals are also distancing themselves from Trump. 

And then, tonight, Trump told a Jewish group that if he loses, it will be the fault of Jewish Americans. "I will put it to you very simply and gently: I really haven't been treated right, but you haven't been treated right because you're putting yourself in great danger."

Mark Robinson has said he will not step aside.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[unanchored-ship]

low quality image of a buncha Williams I drew from @defensivelee's AUs

[leguin]

i suspect that there's more to the faked death situation than anyone remembers/is willing to share at this point - he might've been abusive or an alcoholic etc. but my great-aunt (the only one still alive who remembers this) said she was really amazed at how normal it seemed at the time that a man would permanently disappear to try and keep his family from being ashamed of/shamed by his financial failure, and how bizarre and pointless it seemed to her now that she was in her 80s. lot of shifting cultural and economic expectations...but also idk. at some point people just still being in your life probably starts to seem more valuable than anything else.

[berryunho]

sometimes I remember my first concert was exo in 2016 😌🙏

[cat-brrr]

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[hel-phoenyx]

A will reading is quite the difficult task. Would it be from a normal family, or one as dysfunctionnal and shattered as the van Heel were.

They were back there a month after Adelheid's tragic death by morphine-induced euthanasia. A family reunion most unexpected, gathering not only the children of the first dutch fortune, but also her brother, unable to hide his vindictive smile, his ex-wife, recently divorced after a serial cheating scandal, and all of the little cousins : some here willingly, some forced, and Annelies, who even if she wasn't the five year-old child they knew before the van Heel trial anymore, didn't understand at all what was at stake.

All she knew was that her cousins she hasn't seen in person for so long were back, and that they brought her presents for her birthday. It didn't matter that said birthday was a month ago, the happiness was still there.

Her delighted screams were the only light of that somber day.

"Emerens! Elvira! Mareva! I missed you so much!"

A tired smile formed on her cousin's lips. Annelies wasn't the only one who missed her cousins, and her smile full of joy was enough for Emerens to hope this day woudn't be too tiring.

"Hi, Annie. Nice to see you too, lil' fairy. Still into dinosaurs ?"

"You bet ! Are those presents for me ?"

"Well, I doubt Leonard would enjoy pterodactly-shaped presents..."

Said Leonard rolled his eyes, but kept his mouth shut. After all, it was about the happiness of his little sister, the only one in the family that didn't hate him the slightest. And he knew better than to cross Emerens when he had that tired expression.

All of them knew better.

Annelies unpacking her gifts, Emerens sighed before shaking hands with the rest of the family. Even Leonard, which was surprising, or his aunt, looking at him with a sort-of regretful look. The only one ignored, be it by Emerens or his sisters, was their uncle.

Even at almost sixty, he still knew how to scoff disapprovingly.

"Where are your manners, boy?"

"I would ask you the same thing," hissed Mareva with a rictus. "You didn't even look in our general direction."

Their uncle completely ignored the youngest van Heel sister. He was fixiated on Emerens, his eyes gleaming with victory. After all, he thought, that will reading only means one thing for him : That fortune Adelheid ripped away from him years ago was finally back into his hands. Years late, but who cared ? He was a very patient man. And his nieces and nephew were deemed unworthy.

Emerens knew that. As much as he knew his uncle didn't care about his stance on the matter as much as he himself didn't care about that will.

As such, why would he care about a sad, sad man pursuing money he didn't want ? Being here was enough of a force of will. Knowing their family, there would be a mandatory trip to the retirement house their grandparents were, after the visit of the tomb where rested a woman presenting him as a poisoned gift her very last moments.

Both the family and the money they harbored were a poison.

"Please try to be civil, uncle. The whole family is here."

"With most difficulties to reunite, may I remind you, boy," sneered the man, savoring his victory. "What were you doing in Japan, exaclty, that warranted a month between poor Addie's death and the will reading ? Still indulging in that childish lifestyle of yours?"

Mareva crossed her arms in disapproval.

"Just say you wanted to see the money in your account immediatly and get it over with, uncle. None of us care about your antics nor your opinion."

The sharp tone of the youngest sister, added with her signature icy stare, promplty put and end to the venom-spitting. That, added with the realisation the inheritance cost him the approval of the rest of his family, was enough to bring back the silence in the attorney's waiting room. A silence only broken by the sound of Annelies playing with her new toys, and the occasionnal sound coming from Justen's phone.

Finally, the door opened, revealing master Berkenbosch in the flesh, holding a sealed enveloppe. He went to shake hands with all of the family, including Annelies pushed by her mother to say hello to the attorney. The courtesy were quickly cut short by a very in a rush uncle, hurrying in the office to sit on one chair.

"Money-hungry fucker," grumbled Carlijn, talking for the first time since the beginning of the family reunion. "At least act a little bit sad, your fucking sister just died."

"That would be hypocritical," said Emerens, a little wicked smile forming on his lips. "Do I look sad to you?"

"Fair point."

She followed her father in the office, before Leonard who sighed and took Justen and Annelies by the hand. Their mother soon followed, leaving only the siblings and Willelmien in the waiting room.

Willy shrugged, looking at Emerens.

"I still don't get why we all had to be here."

"Adelheid's wishes," said Elvira. "Frankly I don't get it either. Both Emerens and I are exonered of that by law. But we still had to be here... I have a bad feeling about this."

"Yeah, me too," added Mareva, the worry weighing on her face. "She woudn't make that much drama to just give it all to her brother."

Emerens closed his eyes.

"Let's not talk about bad outcomes, you're gonna jinx it. Let's just get this over with."

The three women nodded, and followed Emerens in the office, taking the last available chairs. Master Berkenbosch waited for them to settle before showing to all the enveloppe, thick enough to hold the whole van Heel empire.

"Apologises for the delay. You see, mister and mrs van Heel's deaths were so close that we had to first handle the matter of mr van Heel's will. Since he left all of his possessions to mrs van Heel, we had to treat them as part of her last wishes."

His face went a bit sour.

"It was most difficult considering her will was sealed. But we managed to reach a legal outcome satisfying enough. Some things probably will still need to be worked out after the reading, though."

"Sealed ?!" Exclamed Leonard, his face dripping absolute stupefaction. "Why would it be sealed ? She wasn't stupid to the point where she, sick and bedridden, would believe herself sharp enough to handle alone the succession of a whole financial empire !"

"Yes, sealed," sighed the attorney. "She got legal councelling of course, more considering she was unable to write, but my colleague has swore secrecy. This made things complicated."

"I told you not to jinx it," grumbled Emerens in a low voice. Willy laughed a little bit. Not for long, though. The implications of Adelheid's will being sealed were too heavy, and all the van Heels were starting to realise that.

Why would it be sealed if not to make it a surprise for everyone involved, secret until it would be impossible to change for any of the involved parties ?

Doubt was creeping on the so-proud uncle's face. Said doubt that gripped Emerens's heart with the strenght of a falcon's claw. All this time he would slither out of evey family related matter. His emancipation, the trial, Adelheid's last moments, all this done to cut ties with a heavy-blooded past.

But falcons always were snakes' predators.

The attorney unsealed the enveloppe, pulling out pages and pages of the will. All would be handled well, he trusted, according to the law : Adelheid van Heel wasn't woman who didn't think of all outcomes. He was well-prepared for whatever he would say to the only living and able members of the family, all gathered in front of him.

Despite all this, however, his face turned into a frown when he read the first words.

"I, Adelheid Elizabeth Leonora van Heel, hereby leave all my possessions..."

The uncle winced in surprise. All of it ? Even he didn't hope to have that much. He expected at least part of the money to go to his children, espacially considering the help Leonard and Justen were in managing the empire during her sickness. Maybe some of it to Mareva, considering Adelheid was hellbent on keeping him out of her business. but not all of it to one person.

He was starting to believe this person wasn't him.

No matther, he thought. The heir would probably be Leonard. Justen was too young to handle the whole weight of the empire. And he still had enough grip on his son to at the very least get enough money for a comfortable retirement with all he ever wanted, on his foolish younger sister's money.

In the entirety of humankind, a man had never been more wrong.

"My actions, my entreprises, my housing and all my personal fortune..."

Stress was rising in the office for very different reasons.

But the attorney carried on. Merciless.

"... To my son, Emerens Michael Andreas van Heel, effective the moment the present will is read."

There was more words to be said.

But none of them could hear them.

Only the buzzing of Adelheid very last trick was ringing in their ears.

Nine heads turned towards Emerens. Nine looks varying from worry to extreme disgust, going through absolute surprise.

Nothing close of the horror displayed on his face.

"What ?!?!?"

***

"You piece of shit !!!"

The expression on the face of the ridiculed uncle was far, far from that never-ending calm and smooth victory he displayed earlier. Once out of the attorney's office, after hours and hours of legal talking, his very first action was to grab his nephew by the collar, pushing him against the wall.

Green eyes looked in green eyes with the exact same disgust.

"How the fuck are YOU the one favored ?! You're not even a part of this family anymore because of your fucking childish behavior !"

"Father, shouted Leonard, let him go right now-"

But there was no one to listen to that very well-meaning demand. Emerens felt the hands of his uncle tighten on his neck, ready for the kill. Not that it would benefit him. Would he die right now, all his possessions would go to his daughter as of the law.

Maybe he should make a will too. After all, we never know when the self-destructing feeling would win against his willpower.

"Why are you asking me ?" He hissed, putting all the disgust that sad, angry man inspired him in his sultry voice. "Do you think I wanted this ? Do I look like the kind of man that would only come back in a family he got emancipated from only to get all the money?"

The obvious answer was no, and even the stupidest of idiots would get that. Leonard, trying with all his little jurist's strenght to pull his father away from his cousin, got that. Carlijn, looking at the confrontation with ureadable eyes, got that. Even his aunt, whose presence indicated she probably hoped to get something more from the divorce, got that.

But the uncle, lost in his rage and loss and stupefaction, didn't.

"Don't sass me, boy. You know damn well you're not entirely a stranger in this mess ! I could so easily sue you for abuse of the inheritance laws... Who's to tell you didn't kill her and fabricated the will, you little bitch ?!"

The accusation was heavy. Heavier than the sudden silence in the waiting room. Leonard stopped pulling his father's arms, Carlijn's eyes were wide in stupefaction, and even Justen and Annelies weren't saying a damn thing. Rage was burning on Elvira and Mareva's side, with Willy looking absolutely disgusted by her father, but nothing could compare to Emerens' face, trapped in the coldest of ice.

"How dare you, uncle ?! Screamed Elvira with absolute disgust. Were you there when she died to throw such words to us?!"

"Fucking apologize," hissed Mareva. "Apologize to all that damned family for that damned scene!"

But there was no reasoning to be done.

Knowing he hit a nerve, the uncle smiled. Wickedly.

"Not denying, are we ? Yes, boy, I know you were there when she died, alone in the same room! I know the executor of the euthanasia was made unclear on the contract, I know doctors weren't present for a long time! What conjecture is there to be made, Emerens ?"

Maybe he thought he won, with his threat, far less empty than we would believe it to be. Maybe he thought he would see his nephew, a boy he considered so weak, fold and renegociate the terms of the will to avoid a scandal. Maybe he thought he could manipulate the heir van Heel.

Whatever he thought didn't prepare him to the venomous expression his victim harbored.

Claws gripped the uncle's wrist, eyes widened, and slitted pupils pierced through that oh so solid resistance he believed to harbor.

Words followed that piercing gaze. Words carrying icebergs with every letter.

"What's the rush, uncle ? You look so eager to put me to court, I'd almost believe there is a hidden motive. Tell me, do I have to learn about more illegitimate cousins you have to pay pension to?"

the sudden noise coming from behind was probably the sound of Leonard choking on his own saliva, or maybe Carlijn hysterical laugh or the outraged exclamations of his aunt put in front of the evidence. None of that noise reached Emerens, though. His uncle was still holding his collar, but his wicked expression was shattering, revealing behind a world of shock and panic.

Not that he cared about that.

"Throwing accusations so hastily, a shame for the legacy you are so proud of, wouldn't you think ? And so baseless compared to the countless mothers that come to trial to try and rip from you part of the family fortune. Yes, I know all about your little scheming," he smiled, more and more icy. "You never were a man to be trusted with secrecy..."

"Why you-!"

"So yeah, take me to court for a fortune I never wanted, see what good it brings to you when the judge realize there is no proof of what you are accusing me. Prove to the world why exactly you weren't even a part of that will. Expose how much you were unfit of being the heir van Heel."

A prey. That's what was his uncle at this exact moment. Holding the snake's neck does nothing about the venom he spit in your mouth. And the grip of that detested nephew was less of fingers grabbing his wrist, and more of the trap laid by a boa's tail, ready to swallow hin whole.

There was no rebuttal to be done.

Only running away to save what was left of him.

One by one, the van Heels left the attorney's waiting room. Some of them spared a worried look to Emerens, still against the wall, still engulfed in ice. Finally, were only left him, his sisters and Willy, looking at him with a sisterly-worried gaze.

Her first words, however, werent what he expected them to be.

"Did you kill her ?"

"Of course not, he sighed. I have every reason to, but she doesn't deserve my falling in madness. She did, however, die in front of me."

"Yeah, I expected as much, said Elvira. That outcome is weird, tho."

"Agreed, added Willy. Like, after today even more, I knew that piec of crap woudn't get anything, acting like he did. But I didn't expect all of this to go to you. Why not Mareva, or even Leonard and Justen ?"

Mareva grimaced.

"I have a theory, if Emerens wants me to say it..."

"Go ahead. We'll probably agree on that, anyway."

She nodded.

"Adelheid was hellbent on creating her own lineage. The problem is that it was doomed from the start, after Emerens's emancipation and our running away. Giving her possessions back to her brother would be an acknowledgment of defeat. And I don't think she believed Leonard or Justen fit to handle everything. No matter what happened, it would be the end of the van Heel legacy as she believed it to be."

"So," completed Emerens with a tired tone, "she did exactly what she knew would piss off all of us the most. She gave everything to the most unwilling one."

Elvira gritted her teeth in disgust, eyes brimming with rage.

"That old, stupid, disgusting fucking hag-"

"I do believe she still thought of you as the most fit for the job, Emerens, added Mareva, cutting right through Elvira's insults. You did show abilities she endorsed as worthy. But for the rest, I agree with you. She couldn't have not known you would destroy everything she worked for the moment you got the option to."

A smirk found its way on Emerens's face, full of the spite he harbored since he was thirteen.

"You bet I will. Let's have a little cousin reunion so I can share all of this shit in the most anticapitalist way."

[oetscop]

debated on weather or not i should even say anything here at all. but theyre thinking i might be schizophrenic. i guess im not entirely shocked by this but im still very shaken and scared. hopefully this means we can finally find some sort of treatment plan that will actually work for me but looking on the bright side is getting real fucking hard

[massiveluxuryoverdose]

Specter of Empress Charlotte Of Mexico (1840-1927)

Openwork in gold filigree and friezes of flowers and foliage. It is placed on a ball between windings, and topped with an openwork imperial crown of gold threads, pearls and eagles with outstretched wings.

The crown, placed on an openwork cushion in gold trimmings, is embellished with rubies, emeralds, and bezel set diamonds.

The scepter is decorated at the ends with leaves and finely chiselled acorns in relief. It is applied with a crowned cipher surmounting the inscription “San Juan del Rio 1864”.

At the base a small plate bearing the signature of the goldsmith Jose Maria Larralde. It contains a document signed by Mr. Angel M.Dominguez relating the various honorary marks that the Municipal Council of San Juan del Rio wishes to establish following the accession to power of Maximilien and Charlotte. Preserved in its shaped case.

Height: 34 cm, Gross weight: 418,50g. 22K-916/1000.

Origin : -Offered by King Leopold II to Baron Adrien Goffinet and in gratitude for his good and loyal services

Courtesy: HVMC

[keepthisholykiss]

happy pride to specifically marie madeleine the pseudonym of a jewish lesbian who overdosed on morphium after wwii and is one of my biggest inspirations for writing and is pretty much the entire reason i am finishing this master’s thesis. here are two poems that german lesbians read at her private memorial before placing roses at her portrait while mourning a vital figure to lesbianism pre and post war. i do not know the authors of these two poems but i think they prefer it that way.

Thank you my Love For rhymes and reasons, Thou art our savior, Poems for all seasons With words none braver... Kindling brain and heart, Signaling muscles to stop Tearing sapphics apart! Keeping our souls overtop! - Danke mein Liebe.

Ode to Marie-Madeleine Seduced by Morpheus Ancient God of dreams, Your words to us Arrived stacked in reams... Books spoke with sight, Of passion and lust, Seduced by their light We love you must.

[gunkbaby]

never showed u guys my guinea pigs (had to give the ferrets back - in tags)

this is jarvis

[violentdevotion]

when i was 18 my friend died and no one in my family cared. literally everytime id express grief id be told that he wasn't muslim so i shouldn't care or that to die so young he must've been doing something and therefore he must've deserved it and i just accepted that my family isn't that good at handling someones grief. then when i was 19 my older brothers friend died and i was explicitly told by my mum to not say anything to him because he was grieving and i got angry and resentful that the same wasn't extended for me and then id get mad at myself for being so resentful. last week the guy that bullied me in highschool and kickstarted my eating disorder died and ive had to hear everyone talk about what a tragedy it is and i KNOW its awful to be mad at him for how everyone's reacting to his death but im more mad that they were all always capable of this empathy and no one extended it to me when i needed it. but they will now when someone who strangled me unprompted died.

[outeremissary]

Rules : 🎶 when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag 5-10 people.

Tagged by @turbulentpumpkin43. Thank you! In honor of it being late I will give a very uncurated list. Behold. How I live.

Internet Overdose - Aiobahn feat. KOTOKO (cw: flashing lights)

Kiss the Go-Goat - Ghost

Internet Yamero - Aiobahn feat. KOTOKO (HUGE cw: flashing lights)

Telecaster B-Boy - surii

Birds- Katatonia

@bearvanhelsing and @camelliagwerm, if you want?

[circusislife]

I am on a holiday with my family, which Is good.

I Is the ird day and we already have visited Seven museums, about three churches and a couple of locali points of interest, which Is also good.

What Is not good, Is the fact that my sister an mother (but primarly my sister) have a trak record of leaving museums only when they have to (aka closing hours or having enough time ti visit another Museum before closong hour) and the current record for longhest time spent in a Museum Is eight hours (without break)(It was the Vatican Museum, so Fair, but still).

We are now visiting an etnical (?not sure that's the right Word but don't have the energy) Museum of cultures around the world. It Is beautyful, Amazing and has tons of things that are simply breathtaking. But...

BUT WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR THE LAST FOUR HOURS,HAVE TO SEE YET ANOTHER QUARTER OF THE PLACE AND CLOSING HOUR IS STILL 1.5 HOURS AWAY.

I think I'm going to go INSANE.

Thank all that is good and holly the last section Is on asian culture (which I find particularly interesting), but my attention Is limited and already strained. There's only so much I can take before I loose It, and that limit Is 4 h MAXIMUM.

Afterwards It Is a Battle between wanting out and wanting to actually see things and both sides are loosing.

Also, we have been walking and standing around visiting museums for the last three days and my feet are killing me!!!! T_T

Even the history entusiasts are dead on their feet, I Just cant!!!

Update, se finally got out, After a Total of 4h 30min. I have seen sunlight again !!! T-T