#lady stanhope

[hintcoined]

emmy thinks about this statue every day

[coquette2004]

Quality Stuart Memes Served By Yours Truly:

Hiya Jimmy!

Hi Anne!

You wanna go for a hunt?

Sure Anne!

Jump in

I'm an oranged hoe

In an orange world

Life in Catholic

It's fantastic!

You can suck my dick

Undress me everyday

Screw the convos,

Life's a friggen sex show!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

I'm an oranged hoe

In an orange world

Life in Catholic

It's fantastic!

You can suck my dick

Undress me everyday

Screw the convos,

Life's a friggen sex show!

I'm a blonde Catholic hoe on a Protestant floor

I'm an Admiral too and a soldier

He's a hoe, he's a bro, got no humour at all, kiss me here, touch me there, Dismal Jimmy

You can touch, you can play, if you say 'i'm always yours'

OOH-WAOH!

I'm an oranged hoe

In an orange world

Life in Catholic

It's fantastic!

You can suck my dick

Undress me everyday

Screw the convos,

Life's a friggen sex show!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

Ah, ah, ah, yeah!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

OOH-WAOH! OOH-WAOH!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

Ah, ah, ah, yeah!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

OOH-WAOH! OOH-WAOH!

My Parliament's rubbish and William of Orange is ugly and someone I don't know is a piece of crap too!

He hates his son-in-law who married wee Mary and booted him off the British throne.

You can touch, you can play, if you say 'i'm always yours'

You can touch, you can play, if you say 'i'm always yours'

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

Ah, ah, ah, yeah!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

OOH-WAOH! OOH-WAOH!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

Ah, ah, ah, yeah!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

OOH-WAOH! OOH-WAOH!

I'm an oranged hoe

In an orange world

Life in Catholic

It's fantastic!

You can suck my dick

Undress me everyday

Screw the convos,

Life's a friggen sex show!

I'm an oranged hoe

In an orange world

Life in Catholic

It's fantastic!

You can suck my dick

Undress me everyday

Screw the convos,

Life's a friggen sex show!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

Ah, ah, ah, yeah!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

OOH-WAOH! OOH-WAOH!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

Ah, ah, ah, yeah!

Come on Jimmy, let's go fucking!

OOH-WAOH! OOH-WAOH!

Oh, I'm having so much fun!

Well Jimmy, we're just getting started!

Oh I love you Maria!

Starring:

James II

Anne Hyde

Margaret Brooke, Lady Denham

Elizabeth Stanhope, Lady Chesterfield

Arabella Churchill

Maria of Modena

Catherine Sedley

[royal-confessions]

“I only just saw a photo of Lady Margarita Armstrong Jones and her mum Serena at Meghan and Harry's wedding and they're both wearing white and ivory? I wonder if anybody at the wedding gave them the sideeye for their color choices” - Submitted by Anonymous

[thepastisalreadywritten]

xxx

Lady Margarita Elizabeth Rose Alleyne Armstrong-Jones (born 14 May 2002) is an English socialite, jewellery designer, and a member of the British royal family.

She was born The Honourable Margarita Armstrong-Jones on 14 May 2002 at Portland Hospital in London.

She is the daughter of David Armstrong-Jones, 2nd Earl of Snowdon, who was styled as Viscount Linley at the time of her birth, and The Honourable Serena Stanhope.

On her father's side, she is the granddaughter of Princess Margaret, Countess of Snowdon, and Antony Armstrong-Jones, 1st Earl of Snowdon, and a great-granddaughter of George VI.

On her mother's side, she is the granddaughter of Charles Stanhope, 12th Earl of Harrington, and a descendant of Charles II.

She was baptized Margarita Elizabeth Rose Alleyne and was named after her grandmother and great-grandmother, Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother.

She served as a bridesmaid at the wedding of Prince William and Catherine Middleton in 2011.

She has accompanied the British monarch and members of the royal family to public events. As of 2023, she is twenty-sixth in the line of succession.

Lady Margarita is a jewellery designer and the creator of the bespoke jewellery label Matita.

[pitt-able]

William Pitt's sleeping habits

I always found the private Pitt much more interesting than the political Pitt and probably one of the first aspects to really capture my attention about Pitt’s private life were his sleeping habits. I find sleep to be utterly fascinating, both from a medical/biological point of view but also from a personal point of view. And while Pitt’s sleep habits were nothing unheard of, there still were some peculiarities.

Pitt often was happy to get out of London, even if only for a short time, and to enjoy some peace and quiet in the country. Holwood House was a dearly beloved retreat of his. This desire to be out of the bustling city of London also extended to Pitt’s sleeping arrangements. William Wilberforce later wrote:

In the spring of one of these years Mr. Pitt, who was remarkably fond of sleeping in the country, and would often go out of town for that purpose as late as eleven or twelve o'clock at night, slept at Wimbledon for two or three months together. It was, I believe, rather at a later period that he often used to sleep also at Mr. Robert Smith’s house at Hamstead.

A. M. Wilberforce, editor, Private Papers of William Wilberforce, T. Fisher Unwin, London, 1897, p. 49.

Wimbledon was Wilberforce’s villa – he was one of the few of Pitt’s friends at the time to actually own a house.

But a country house was not the only place where Pitt could fall asleep, far from it. Although being Prime Minister is an important and dignified position, Pitt would often fall asleep in the House of Commons itself. Richard Rush, son of Benjamin Rush, American physician, and signer of the Declaration of Independence, was the American Minister to the court of St. James. In his papers he retells this story of a conversation he had once during a dinner:

He [William Wilberforce] spoke of Mr Pitt. They had been at school together. He was remarkable, he said, for excelling in mathematics; there was also this peculiarity in his constitution, that he required a great deal of sleep, seldom being able to do with less than ten or eleven hours; he would often drop asleep in the House of Commons; once he had known him do so at seven in the evening and sleep until day-light.

Richard Rush, Residence at the Court of London, third Edition, Hamilton, Adams & Co, London, 1872, p. 175

We can further read in the diaries of Charles Abbot:

March 17, 1796.—Dined at Butt’s with the Solicitor-General and Lord Muncaster. Lord Muncaster was an early political friend of Mr. Pitt, and our conversation turned much upon his habits of life. Pitt transacts the business of all departments except Lord Grenville’s and Dundas’s. He requires eight or ten hours’ sleep.

Earl Stanhope, The Life of the Right Honourable William Pitt, Vol. 3, John Murray, London, 1862, p. 4.

When you, for example read through Wilberforce’s diaries and journals, you will see many instances where he mentions that he either got no sleep at all or only slept very poorly. It was different with Pitt. When he was asleep, he normally could sleep on with neither internal nor external factors disturbing him. His ability to sleep on was apparently so outstanding that many of his contemporaries, Bishop Tomline and William Wilberforce for example, found it worthwhile to mention the few times that something disturbed Pitt’s sleep:

This was the only event of a public nature which I [Bishop Tomline] ever knew disturb Mr. Pitt’s rest while he continued in good health. Lord Temple’s resignation was determined upon at a late hour in the evening of the 21st, and when I went into Mr. Pitt’s bedroom the next morning he told me that he had not had a moment’s sleep.

Earl Stanhope, The Life of the Right Honourable William Pitt, Vol. 1, John Murray, London, 1861, p. 158.

The context of this scene was the resignation of Lord Temple as Secretary of State shortly after accepting the office. Pitt had really wanted Temple to be Secretary of State and was rather dismayed that he had resigned so quickly.

There were indeed but two events in the public life of Mr. Pitt, which were able to disturb his sleep—the mutiny at the Nore, and the first open opposition of Mr. Wilberforce; and he himself shared largely in these painful feelings.

R. I. Wilberforce, S. Wilberforce, The Life of William Wilberforce, Vol. 2, John Murray, London, 1833, p. 71.

Pitt himself told Lord Fitzharris that there was only one event that had kept him awake at night:

Lord Fitzharris says in his note-book:—‘‘One day in November, 1805, I happened to dine with Pitt, and Trafalgar was naturally the engrossing subject of our conversation. I shall never forget the eloquent manner in which he described his conflicting feelings when roused A the night to read Collingwood’s despatches. He observed that he had been called up at various hours in his eventful life by the arrival of news of various hues; but whether good or bad, he could always lay his head on his pillow and sink into sound, sleep again. On this occasion, however, the great event announced brought with it so much to weep over as well as to rejoice at, that he could not calm his thoughts; but at length got up, though it was three in the morning.”

Earl Stanhope, The Life of the Right Honourable William Pitt, Vol. 4, John Murray, London, 1862, p. 334.

The more you read about Pitt, especially in the private papers of his contemporaries and intimate friends, the more you see accounts of how often somebody mentions that he either roused him from his sleep him or found him to be still asleep/in bed. When Addington told Pitt that the Kings health was steadily mending – he was asleep. When the news of Trafalgar reached him – he was asleep. There is one letter from Admiral Nelson to Emma Hamilton. In it he describes that he had wanted to meet with William Pitt but when he arrived at his accommodation, he was told that Pitt was still asleep.

The older he got, the more sleep Pitt seemed to require and during his last illness, his ability to sleep was greatly impaired. Still, at the end of the day, his sleeping habits can be summed up by this quote from his niece Lady Hester Stanhope:

(…) for he was a good sleeper

Charles Lewis Meryon, Memoirs of the Lady Hester Stanhope, As related by Herself in Conversations with her Physician, Volume 2, Second Edition, London, 1845, p.58.

[docpiplup]

De Sable et de feu (2019)- dir. Souheil Benbarka

-> Some members of the cast

[aimeedaisies]

Lady Margarita Armstrong-Jones, the granddaughter of Princess Margaret, is descended from earls, viscounts and a very glamorous countess ✨

[chippedcupwrites]

Sansa Stark┃the living painting

John Millais. The Martyr of the Solway. 1871. │ Gabriel von Max. Young woman with flowers in her hair. │ Sophie Gengembre Anderson. Portrait of a Young Girl. │ James Carroll Beckwith. The Embroiderer. │ Arthur Hughes. Juliet and her Nurse. 1867–1872. │ Thomas Benjamin Kennington. Contemplation. │ Alexandre Cabanel. Fallen Angel. 1847. │ Frederick Sandys. Helen of Troy. 1867. │ Ruth Sanderson. Arthur and Guinevere. │ Paul Delaroche. The Execution of Lady Jane Grey. 1833. │ Johannes Vermeer. Girl with a Pearl Earring. 1665. │ Stephen Phillips. Nancy Price as Calypso in Ulysses. 1902. │ P. J. Lynch. Eithlinn, Daughter of Balor. 2000. │ Charles Allen Winter. Portrait of a Woman. 1919. │ William Oxer. Amor Aeternus. 2022. │ George Romney. Emma Hart as Miranda. 1786. │ Bertalan Székely. Red Haired Girl. 1875. │ John Roddam Spencer Stanhope. Thoughts of the Past. 1859. │ Jean-Jacques Henner. Head Of A Young Girl In A Blue Dress. │ John William Waterhouse. Ophelia. 1910. │ Rudolf Kosow, Geheimnisvoll. │

[ripstefano]

“Poor Blucher went mad for some time. He had shown off before some of our ladies, and got a fall from his horse and a blow on his head. This gave him all sorts of strange fancies. When I went to take leave of him, he positively told me he was pregnant! And what do you think he said he was pregnant of? – An elephant! And who do you think he said had produced it? – A French soldier!…”

- Recounted by Wellington to Stanhope, unknowingly exemplifying the dangers of directly translating your language to English without any context.

There’s a bit of a comedic story involving a Prussian diplomat during the War of the Third Coalition, Prussia being one of the main boss enemies during the early revolution was dragging its feet to declare war this time. Finally about to do it, the diplomat arrives just in time to hear the result of the battle of Austerlitz, and instead congratulates the French.

Queen Louise being one of Napoleon’s biggest haters on the continent is another funny little quirk about the Prussians.

As for their uniforms? The reference book really only covered the later army, but you can get a feel of the military practicality present. Overcoats, blankets, blues and grays, the Russo-German legion was dripped out a bit. The cavalry wasn’t too bad either.

From Blucher’s Army, 1813-15.

[jamesfrain]

Alex Jennings as Stephen Gardiner | Timothy Spall as Thomas Howard, Duke of Norfolk | Cecilia Appiah as Anne Stanhope/ Seymour | Lydia Leonard as Lady Jane Rochford

New Pictures (Thanks to @isabelleneville, I want you to know you are beautiful)

📸[BBC]

[technicolorfamiliar]

Well, it took me a year, but I watched a billion 50+ Conrad Veidt films. Some good, some great, some so bad that I hope I never have to see them again.

This post is a stand in for the entire second half of this filmic journey -- I'll link the original 5 posts that make up the first part below. But instead of reposting all of my reviews for all of these titles (the original posts for these are on Pillowfort), I'll just share some highlights below the cut.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

Bleaker and darker than I expected, but that makes sense if it's based on a WWI memoir. What happened to Martha was legitimately awful and hard to watch. Stilted performances aside, I would have also liked a whole separate movie about the lesbian spy aunt. But Commandant Oberaertz... [redacted]. He's so hot, despite the character being absolutely awful and creepy and intimidating. I actually said "wow" out loud about his body shape in that costume. That jacket is fitted within a millimeter of its life. How many other films did Connie use this lower register in? Not many, right? It's too much, TOO MUCH. I think this movie took ten years off my life.

I Was a Spy, 1933

Dir. Victor Saville

⭐3/5

Watched Feb 18, Snowgrouse's masterpost

Connie's performance in this is more sympathetic than it has any right to be. The movie very easily could have been sensationalist garbage, and I'm so glad it was handled with relative care and humanity. I liked his whole vibe, I am not immune to party boy Rasputin's charms; "he's got the kavorca, the lure of the animal!" He looks like he stinks, which in this case may not necessarily be a bad thing. I don't even know what to make of all the cooing and baby talk he does with Alexei, or for that matter Drunk!Rasputin dancing and climbing over furniture to get at his ladies. I wish we got to see more scenes with Rasputin and the royal family, how those relationships formed and affected matters of state. We only really get to know about any of that through dialogue among other court officials. And so the emotional turn at the ending was unexpected. The way he cried out after being shot, I've never heard a sound like that come from a human being. Needless to say I did not feel great when the movie ended, but I liked it way more than I thought I would.

Rasputin, Dämon der Frauen, 1932

Dir. Adolf Trotz

⭐3/5

Watched Mar 23, Archive.org

Almost all the performances in this are pretty excellent. The stripped back, realistic style with handheld, newsreel camerawork really suits these actors and the story. Apparently this is a remake of an English film which is based on a play, and it definitely feels like a play. I'm fascinated by this little movie, it's basically an anti-war film about British soldiers in WWI produced in Germany in the early 30s… how did this even get made?? Messages about the horrors of war aside, the homoerotic undertones (overtones?) alone make this a truly unique piece of storytelling for the time and place it was filmed. And those under/overtones are treated pretty respectfully, none of these men are the butt of a joke, how they are with one another is handled with a naturalism that isn't really seen again until maybe the 1950s. And Connie. The range. Can we talk about Stanhope? He's a gruff, messy drunk, a traumatized, hollowed out husk of a man. When Osbourne says something like "you'll be alright when this is over," NO HE WOULDN'T, HE'D BE WORSE. His relationship with Raleigh is interesting too, clearly they were more than casual friends. I didn't believe for a second that the tension between Stanhope and Raleigh was about the sister/fiancée, it's weak, weak I tell you. It's one of Connie's most underrated performances.

Die andere Seite, 1931

Dir. Heinz Paul

⭐3.75/5

Watched Apr 27, Snowgrouse's masterpost

Everyone in this movie looks like a Rankin Bass stop motion character. The ending was abrupt as fuck, Werner Krauss' Jack the Ripper got a lot less screen time and I wonder if they just tacked that onto the end after they realized they spent too much time on Emil Jannings' and Connie's characters. There's a lot of fondling going on in this movie, there's the guy with the bread in the first part, then Connie going all glassy-eyed caressing his globes. Ivan the Terrible is a certified DIVA in that diaphanous, white robe, even with the hard middle part and scraggly beard. What is he doing with his tongue the whole time, though?? Love that he crashes some random girl's wedding, lets her father get murdered by assassins, kidnaps her AND her husband, and brings them both home to his sex dungeon. Connie is doing the most -- the eyes, the gestures, all the greatest hits from his silent film acting tool box, he's whipping them out for this role.

Das Wachsfigurenkabinett (Waxworks), 1924

Dir. Paul Leni, Leo Birinski

⭐2/5

Watched May 29, Archive.org

I didn't like this movie, I just wanted an excuse to post this screenshot. But it actually is a very silly little movie, with what must have been an enormous budget for costumes and sets, and it has some cute physical comedy. Sadly, Connie's in too little of the film to save it from being obnoxious. I did like the Czar's body double who just wanted to work on his needlepoint, and the Court Spanker who was clearly really into his job. And of course Metternich, that sly dog, that velvet-clad scamp. Between the all the foxy, gap-toothed grinning he does and the way he's going to town on that dialogue, he is as always a pleasure to watch. The English version is on Youtube somewhere, so I may go through that and pick out the time stamps for Connie's scenes because I don't think I could sit through this whole movie again, especially not that stupid fucking "Wien und der Wein" song, jesus christ.

Der Kongress tanzt, 1931

Dir. Erik Charell

⭐2/5

Watched Jun 23, Snowgrouse's masterpost

Apparently this movie was considered a flop, and Connie wasn't super happy with this role and others around this time. I think I must have had that info in the back of my mind somewhere going into this movie, because my expectations were pretty low. So, as usual, I actually wound up liking it more than I thought I would. It's a lot sillier than it has any right to be, but yeah it's ultimately a piece of fluff compared to some of the other heavy-hitting films on this list. I love when Connie has a comedic foil like the Marius character, but it could have been a lot better if the dialogue was snappier and the timing tighter. And Connie's character promises to be this bad bitch at the top of the movie, but all we get is one quick, poorly choreographed sword fight and a whole bunch of nothing after that. There's all this build up, I mean, the character is nicknamed The Black Death, and the movie never really lets the character live up to the name. It's a missed opportunity for sure. That said, the Puffy Shirt with the open collar "ensconced in velvet" (to risk yet more Seinfeld references), jaunty hat, knee-high boots with spurs look is really doing it for me. And THERE ARE PUPPIES. Perhaps the most delightful thing that has ever happened in cinematic history. I couldn’t believe it. Connie picked up the first puppy and said, "You big boy, you!" and I hate him, like full Madeline Kahn Mrs. White "flames… on the side of my face." I hate him so much.

Under the Red Robe, 1937

Dir. Victor Seastrom

⭐2.5/5

Watched Jul 17, Youtube

[crepe-of-wrath]

"Benefits Package" (Alucard x Fem Reader)

I kind of like this general concept for a x Reader, so it's likely that I'll write loosely-connected vignettes that revolve around it as the mood takes me. This is more teaser than anything, but is still rated for 18+.

As far as jobs with the Hellsing Organization went, yours was pretty normal. You were Sir Integra's private secretary, and you performed your duties in the same tradition of Lady Stanhope, Miss Layton, and countless others. The hours were long, but the people were interesting (to put it mildly), and Sir Integra was everything one could hope for in an employer: she took your expertise as an article of faith and was consistently occupied, allowing you to operate at your discretion.

Even the wages, benefits, and perks were good. Better than even you knew, as you found out one evening...

The Hellsing Organization was a laboratory of sorts, as there were always various prototype technological toys floating about, but you still preferred to keep old-fashioned back-ups of important records. Finishing these records often kept you quite late, and tonight was no exception.

It was after midnight when you stepped into a darkened hallway and turned back toward your door to turn the lock. Before you could turn and face the darkness, a hand materialized from behind you, clamping over your mouth and absorbing your scream.

"Shhhh, little human."

You didn't need to see to know it was Alucard. Your body did not relax, but your tension was quickly morphing from the tension of fear to the tension of arousal.

"Alucard," you spoke into his glove. It felt oddly fuzzy--or was that your head?

He dragged his fingers away slowly, running them down your neck, murmuring in approval as you reclined your head back, giving him more room to slowly wander. By the time the last of his fingers had traced your collarbone (alas, only through suit jacket, curse the wretched thing!), you had to actually take a second to make sure you were still breathing.

You turned to face him, and somehow managed to ask, "Do you require my services, sir?"

Polite. Formal. Dutiful. Stoic. Your ancestors would be proud.

He laughed and used his long arms to pull you into his chest. You gasped in a way that would not make your ancestors proud.

"I do not. But our Master is convinced you need mine."

Panic seized you again--Sir Integra wanted you drained?

Alucard let out a hearty laugh--his red eyes were twinkling, which was not a visual you would have though possible--and then leaned down to whisper in your ear:

"Not drained, little human. Filled."

It took you half a heartbeat to get it.

He tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. "Master worries that the long hours you devote to her service leave you...lonely. "

You didn't know if you were blushing because of, you know, this, or because you had apparently not been as circumspect around Sir Integra as you had hoped when it came to the topic of her most handsome servant. Your breathing got shaky again. His other hand--his huge, powerful hand--was rubbing and lightly pinching everywhere. Your impulse to decorum yielded its control, and you leaned in, resting more of your weight against him.

"Goodness," said Alucard (so low and so deep!), "our Master is so wise and observant, as always. You are lonely."

He swept you up into his arms and carried you through the corridors until you reached the guest wing.

"My master suggested this wing would be quiet and discreet," Alucard said as he swung open the door and turned on a rather dim lamp. The room had seemed large at first, but Alucard had crossed over to the bed like it was nothing, depositing you gently so that he could get to the work of--oh God--removing his coat, and his jacket, and his tie, and...

You looked down and your hands seemed to have taken on a will of their own, as you didn't remember consciously deciding to remove the suit jacket, but there it was next to you. That just left your sheath and its notoriously difficult zipper.

You tried to maneuver your arms into position without alerting Alucard to your undignified situation, but no luck. One of his hands closed around your wrist, and he pulled you toward him. As you tried to steady yourself, your hand landed on the bare part of his chest exposed by his partially unbuttoned shirt.

"I'm sorry!" you exclaimed.

He chuckled and pulled you so tight--you writhed a bit but could not move. That sent a jolt through your body that did not escape Alucard's notice. There was a powerful yank and the telltale sound of fabric tearing. Cool air hit your shoulders and back as the now-tattered dress fell around your feet.

Alucard backed you toward the bed and pressed you into the mattress, climbing on top of you, caging you in his arms.

He leaned down as though he was going to kiss you, but stopped just short. His smile was toothy and terrifying, yes, but also oddly endearing. "How lovely, little human."

Then, almost too low for you to hear, "My Master is too good to me."

You were fairly certain your breathing had stopped yet again. Was it possible for pleasure to actually kill someone? As Alucard shifted so his mouth could settle on the softness of your breast, you realized you were about to find out.

[comtessezouboff]

The Godolphins!

This is something you've asked me a lot, and now that @danjaley has released their new Romanov Pose Pack (and I can take screenshots again), I can finally show you the Godolphins in detail!

(Obsessed with this posepack)

Let's see who's who!

There are 4 groups signaled by letters, these are the Dowager Duchess and the families of her 3 daughters. The daughters' letters are in order of age. Let's see!

1a: The Hon. Lady Marjorie Alexandra Godolphin, Duchess of Southport.

2a: The Hon. Lord Esmond Nicholas Godolphin, XIVth Duke of Southport

3a: The Hon. Lord William III Evelyn Godolphin, XVIth Marquess of Portborough.

1b: the Hon. Lady Diana Wilhemina Stanhope (née Godolphin) Countess of Mexborough.

2b: The Hon. Lord Cecil Alexander Stanhope, XIth Earl of Mexborough

3b: The Hon. Lord Colin Saint George Stanhope, Viscount Yeoville.

1c: The Hon. Lady Elizabeth Winifred Harmsworth (née Godolphin) Marchioness of Rothermere

2c: The Hon. Lord Vere Sidney Tudor Harmsworth, Marquess of Rothermere.

3c: The Hon. Lord Vere Esmond William Harmsworth, Viscount Daylesford.

4c: The Hon. Lady Winifred Victoria Harmsworth.

D: The Hon. Lady Marjorie Millicent Godolphin (née Dallas-Yorke) Dowager Duchess of Southport (and older sister to Winifred Cavendish-Bentick [née Dallas-Yorke] Duchess of Portland)

The eldest sons of each marriage have what's called a "courtesy title", except for William, who as the eldest son of a Duke, receives his father's subsidiary title, Marquess. The son's subsidiary title is Viscount, followed by the place where their parent's ancestral home is. Lady Winifred, is just a Hon. Lady, a courtesy address only the children of the highest ranking peers (in the order of precedence) receives.

The setting is the Red Saloon at Finchwick Park, the Godolphin's ancestral home.

Pretty much every piece of clothing was masterfully converted from ts4 by @joojconverts most hairs are either from TS3, TS3 Store, @carversims or from Buckley's Disentangled Set Part 1 . The shoes are all from TS3 Store or the Supernatural pack.

The backround is decorated with Unreleased paintings and Rug, but I assure you, you'll get them eventually! Excuse the shoes sinking on the floor, There's a resizing OMSP under the rug haha. In the backround we see 3 portraits, over the mantelpiece hangs the portrait of the Godolphin sisters when bachelorettes, masterfully executed by John Singer Sargent in 1905 (the portrait is originally Sargent's Acheson sisters)

Hope you enjoy this as much as I've enjoyed making this lol.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Royal exclusive: Lady Margarita Armstrong-Jones, Princess Margaret’s granddaughter, makes her dazzling debut on the cover of Tatler’s May issue

Lady Margarita Armstrong-Jones is the most prominent member of the Royal Family you’ve never met: daughter of the King’s first cousin, bridesmaid for the Waleses and a regular on the Buckingham Palace balcony.

Now, she makes her Tatler debut as she graces the cover of the May issue, on sale 30 March

By Catherine Ostler

24 March 2023

[pitt-able]

Pitt's dislike for "unnatural" food

While looking for something completely unrelated, I stumbled about this passage in Lady Hester’s (Pitt’s niece) memoirs:

He used to say that, whenever he could retire from public life, he would have a good English woman cook. Sometimes, after a grand dinner, he would say, ‘I want something -- I am hungry.’ And when I remarked, ‘Well, but you are just got up from dinner,’ he would add, ‘Yes; but I looked round the table, and there was nothing I could eat -- all the dishes were so made up, and so unnatural.’

Charles Lewis Meryon, Memoirs of the Lady Hester Stanhope, As related by Herself in Conversations with her Physician, Volume 1, Second Edition, London, 1845, p.65.

I find it rather interesting, but then not altogether too strange, to hear such a “modern” sentiment uttered by someone who died in the first decade of the 19th century.

While some elements of modern cuisine probably would have suited Pitt’s lifestyle better, I assume he would not have liked it in the slightest, since our food is, generally, even less natural than his was two hundred years ago. Then again, Pitt had a great love for planting, landscaping, and gardening and I could see him growing his own vegetables if he had had the time.

[marythequeen]

My Mary I of England fanfictions [mind you, most of them are historically inaccurate]

After being poisoned by that woman, a mysterious person turns the Princess of England into a vampire in order to save her life. It's basically a Twilight au with Mary as the main character. Don't look for logic in this, it's just for fun.

During her brother's reign, Mary goes to his court and chats with old friends. We could call it historically accurate. Nothing happens here, she's just wandering around and they talk about Anne Stanhope and Catherine Parr drama 👀

Everyone loves a sapphic Mary Tudor, right? During Wyatt's Rebellion, she is comforted by her Lady Susan 💞 Their whole romantic relationship is historically inaccurate by the way, don't forget that.

In case you haven't noticed, I love writing Mary x Susan.

It's exactly what the caption says.

A confrontation between the Tudor siblings during the rebellion. Elizabeth fans might hate it.