#in contrast to anne's

[air-mechanical]

LOOK AT ME

Cromwell running his interrogation like the master manager he is, calling everyone by their first names and nicknames, demanding Riche look at him as he vomits up another rusty piece of rubbish to throw at him, purple clothes, gloves, a 3000 strong army squeezed into his house it's all ridiculous, it all hurts so much, so the least this ungrateful traitor can do is look him in the eye as he attacks.

Cromwell's verbal destruction is undertaken by men of poor skill, wielding their words bluntly and landing poor blows. Then his physical destruction is undertaken by a man of poor skill, wielding his axe poorly and landing blunt blows.

[nosnexus]

Wanted the Rat Grinders to have a proper cover.

(In a perfect world I'd make a variant cover with The Bad Kids and the Ice Feast)

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.01

I refuse to believe that a tragedy had to destroy everything. But it did.

[watermel0ns-dumb-cringe]

help I was in the middle of making an angsty thing and paused halfway through just to make this

[princessanneftw]

1984/2024 - Princess Anne cuddling her three-year-old daughter Zara Phillips on the balcony of Buckingham Palace. 40 years later, Zara Tindall cuddling her three-year-old son Lucas Tindall at the Badminton Horse Trials.

[adamnablelittledevil]

Armand, Maharet and Mekare's stories are so paralleled and inversely proportional at the same time and not much is spoke on that tbh.

[cosmic-walkers]

I have so many thoughts about Jane and how her main goal was to be viewed through the eyes of men. She was a product of their consumption.

The silent, one-sided rivalry going on between Thomas and Henry over her is one of the most defining parts of the season. And perhaps, rivalry is not the correct word, but they both want her, they both desire her, Henry wants her because he needs an heir, and a wife, and for all the tears he doesn’t really care about her after her death. On the other end, Thomas wants her because he believes he could’ve been a better husband to her. He proclaims it at her death, and like Henry, he is left crying and shattered.

Between Henry and Thomas, Jane was propped up as a Madonna figure; an innocent doe, a virgin queen, someone who was untouched, and must be protected, and someone who is innocent.

She was very much seen and desired through their eyes, and their eyes alone. Even when she was in the company of other women, those women were drowned out, her relationships with them were not as strong as her relationship with Thomas or Henry.

She existed mainly for the consumption of men, to marry her, to impregnate her, to desire her from afar, to believe they could treat her better, etc. It reminds me of the movie Milena, if you’ve ever seen it or part of it. Where you have this beautiful woman, but her life/person is viewed through the eyes of men, and she is overly desired by them. Even the ‘good’ ones. This isn’t really a good or bad thing in Jane’s case. I just find it interesting how at least to me, she is a character propped up by men, and viewed through the eyes of men. There is hardly a scene with Jane where she is alone, without Thomas or Henry.

[omgafhsfanin2025]

Sad dude and his emotional support girl (they're besties)

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

The hard part about trying to incorporate political themes in riaau is that all the characters have very medieval-esque ways of seeing politics so no one is actually thinking about the kinds of outcomes we would see as reasonable like idk class equality. I'm a filthy communist but none of my blorbos can even begin to consider properly dismantling the system because I would have to speedrun the frog version of the development of liberal thinking on order to get the development of its modern antithesis: frog marxism.

And since the characters originally come from a much more modern settings where the concept of human rights are a thing, it might be harder to get the reader to buy, idk, Marcy ordering an execution

[john-laurens]

We now prepared to set off on our return to Geneva, the ladies with the nurse rode in the charabanc as when they came, but I had prepared a better conveyance for Caroline. A guide of Chamouny, who, without one atom of superfluous flesh, was as big a man as your neighbour Mr. T—, and as surefooted as a mule, bore her in his arms over all the bad road, which lasted nearly twenty miles.

Letter from Francis Kinloch to Eliza Kinloch Nelson, contained in Letters from Geneva and France, Vol. 1

The imagery created by this paragraph is just too good. Here's the context:

Francis Kinloch traveled to Europe with his wife Martha and his children Anne and Frederick in 1803-1806. While in Europe, Francis and Martha's third child Caroline was born on June 15, 1804. (Complete speculation, but I like to imagine that they named her Caroline after their home state of South Carolina.) Sometime after her birth, the family visited the Bossons Glacier/Mont Blanc. The letter does not give a date for their visit, but Francis does mention that it was "a warm day in August." Based on a letter from Francis to Johannes von Müller dated August 7, 1804, it appears that this trip was undertaken when Caroline was only two months old. It is sweet to see that Francis cared about his young daughter's safety on the journey, and I just love the idea of him trying to hire the biggest, buffest, most skilled mountain climber in town for the important purpose of Carry Baby Down Mountain. (But also - why are you taking your newborn child up a mountain in the first place?)

Here's some additional description about the roads they traveled on and the charabanc the other family members used:

The Charabanc, as you will perceive by the drawing near you, is a kind of rude sopha upon four low wheels, and with short axles trees; it is easily taken to pieces, and two men convey all the parts of it over a narrow bridge in four turns. *The sort of charabanc here described is used only in mountain roads, which are very narrow. There is another sort of charabanc for better roads, and this last seems to have been the model of what we calla Dearborn waggon.

[tezula]

I take a great deal of psychic damage every time Yukimura steps onto a court

[ardenrosegarden]

Heracles not being able to touch his wife and children after killing them and having his father bury them in his place versus Theseus being instructed to hold his dying son and bury him himself. Lots to think about.

[mariocki]

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962)

"Jane, did you ever stop to think that... if anything happened to me, I mean anything bad, there wouldn't be any money for you? I wouldn't be here to sign the checks. You wouldn't even have pocket money. Did you ever think of that?"

"Yeah, I've thought about that."

[fideidefenswhore]

A contemporary of the siblings, George Cavendish, later claimed of George [Boleyn] that 'years thrice nine my life had passed away' when he became a member of the king's Privy Council in 1529, suggesting a date of birth of 1502.

The Boleyn Women, by Elizabeth Norton

[afairerplace]

Blue!!! What an album

[hedonistbyheart]

  "Ah, you are a dreamer!" he said, but he was delighted. He was beyond handsome when he smiled.   "And I'll know people like you," I went on, "people who have thoughts in their heads and quick tongues with which to voice them, and we'll sit in cafes and we'll drink together and we'll clash with each other violently in words, and we'll talk for the rest of our lives in divine excitement." He reached out and put his arm around my neck and kissed me. We almost upset the table we were so blissfully drunk.   "My lord, the wolfkiller," he whispered.

His voice sounded labored for a second. He took a deep breath. Hard to talk about all this. I wanted to put my arms around him again but I didn't. "But at the moment," he said, "I think you are the one that they want to destroy. And they do know what you look like." Little smile. "Everybody knows now what you look like. Monsieur Le Rock Star." He let his smile broaden. But the voice was polite and low as it had always been. And the face suffused with feeling. There had been not the slightest change there yet. Maybe there never would be. I slipped my arm around his shoulder and we walked together away from the lights of the house.

Lestat & Nicki and Lestat & Louis in The Vampire Lestat