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Mediaeval Battle of French and English — The Surrender of John II of France at the Battle of Poitiers.
English School, (19th century)
#battle of poitiers#medieval#mediaeval#middle ages#england#france#king#john ii#french#philip the bold#son#english#knights#john the good#jean le bon#armour#art#history#europe#european#house of valois#surrender#knight#soldiers#encircled#axe#helmet
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Philip the Bold, Duke of Burgundy (1342-1404). Unknown artist.
#philippe le hardi#duc de bourgogne#duché de bourgogne#bourgogne#Philippe II le Hardi#philip the bold#duke of burgundy#royaume de france#kingdom of france#duchy of burgundy#maison de valois#house of valois#engraving#in armour#engravings#count of flanders#count of artois#count of burgundy#valois bourgogne#regent of france#régent de france#royalty
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The Formation of the Valois Burgundian Empire - Philip the Bold
The Formation of the Valois Burgundian Empire – Philip the Bold
Philip the Bold, the first Valois Duke of Burgundy Origins of the Burgundian Kingdom Long ago, in the mists of time, there was an island, called in Old Norse, Burgundarholm. The island’s inhabitants were primitive tribes of Scandinavian origin who were extremely mobile and considered nomads and migrants. These tribes first settled on the island of Bornholm before moving on to the mainland in…
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#Burgundy#Charles IV#Charles V#Charles VI#Duke of Burgundy#France#John II#King of France#Louis of Flanders#medieval history#Philip the Bold#Valois dynasty
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Hello my friend, can you share some interesting facts about Philip the Good and Charles the Bold?
I love his question! Well, here they are:
Philip the Good:
-He was the son of the legendary John the Fearless and his Bavarian wife, Margaret of Bavaria-Straubing.
-He sold Joan of Arc to the English, of whom he had become ally after his father was killed by the friends of Charles VII of France.
-He was kind of a lavish dude, serving roasted swans and peacocks during his feasts.
-He married thrice; firstly to Michelle of Valois, sister of Charles VII, of whom he had a daughter who died young; secondly, to his uncle’s widow, Bonne of Artois; and finally, to a Portuguese infanta woman he had rejected once, Isabella of Portugal. Both were in their early thirties, but their union was surprisingly fruity, having three children (of whom the last and only surviving would become Charles the Bold).
-He was the founder of the Order of the Golden Fleece, made to honour his wedding to his Portuguese wife.
-He was also quite amorous having at least thirty illegitimate children.
-His wife Isabella and his infant son Charles Martin were briefly kidnapped by rebels in the city of Bruges, to which he hastily responded by seizing the city economically.
-He lived to his seventies!
Charles the Bold.
-He was the youngest knight of the Golden Fleece in his time, being ordered within days of being born.
-He played music! He was quite the music lover, seemingly quitting holy music himself. He also sang, but it appears that he did not have that much of a pleasant voice.
-He met Hungarian king Matthias Corvinus (history’s greatest crossovers).
-He had a complicated relationship with his father the Good Duke, based in the fact that he had to often beat with his demanding upraising (learning to ride at four; almost fighting to death as eighteen as his father prompted his adversary to fight “harder”) and yet the duke’s fears of loosing his only legitimate son made him force him out of his first battlefield experience with lies of the duchess being terribly ill. He misliked his father’s amorous tendencies, but ultimately, when his father fell ill and nearer death, he hastened to his deathbed and wept most soundly during his funeral, reportedly tearing his own hair and falling to the floor in the church.
-He firstly married at age six to a French princess, Catherine of Valois. This union lasted eight years, until she passed away of tuberculosis; she supported his musical inclination and was reportedly very dear to him. Most tragically, his next wife, Isabelle of Bourbon, died of tuberculosis fairly young too.
-He was most likely celibate (his only child was Mary of Burgundy, born to his wife Isabelle).
-He burned Liege. Twice.
-Had he survived Nancy and lived as much as his father and maternal grandfather did, he would have lived enough to meet his great grandson and namesake, Charles V.
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p!link collection 👻🚬🧢🧼🪦🗡 (🌽 links)
includes: ghost, price, gaz, soap, graves & konig
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ghost 👻
cheater!ghost giving you a hand with your stubborn child - that doesn't seem to want to leave you just yet - by fucking you
ghost deserves to be spoiled and what better way than helping him with his mornig wood by waking him up with some head
poly relationship with ghost and soap is all fun and games until they get rowdy. good thing that a handjob keeps them tame
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price 🚬
stong and powerful price turning putty the second your hands are wrapped around his cock, specially if you are teasing him
sending a slutty pic to john and him wanting to send someting back to show you how horny you got him, just that he ends up cumming by mistake
price getting home from a boring dinner and all he want is your hands wrapped around his throbbing cock
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gaz 🧢
gaz is an amazing roommate. he takes care of you in many ways, including fucking you as a result of a cuddle session
going for a pregnancy checkup and doctor!gaz making sure that his patient is well taken care of by eating you out
finally making a move on neighbour!gaz ends with you riding his dick on your kitchen floor when he came to fix your sink
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soap 🧼
getting his bush waxed got soap a bit too excited. and so much so that he ended up cumming all over himself
poly relationship with soap and ghost is all fun and games until they get rowdy. good thing that a handjob keeps them tame
johnny is a horny mutt. he needs his walkies to keep the tension at bey, even if those end up with his cock out and one of your hands around it
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graves 🪦
acting like a brat? philip doesn't have time to put up with that. he just uses his belt as collar and leash to make sure that you follow his orders
graves is one honry fucker, so he won't hesitate to fuck you in a random closet at base without a single care about who hears
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konig 🗡
pervy roommate!konig is getting bold with his antics. masturbaing over your sleeping form ends with him giving you an unexpected facial
he's been misbehaving in public, so if konig wants public he's getting just that in the form of cumming all over himself in the train
worshiping konigs cock through his shorts, fondling his balls and palming his boner. maybe sucking him though the thin material until he cums
#cod#cod x reader#cod smut#cod x y/n#cod x you#cod headcanons#p!link#cod ghost#ghost cod#ghost smut#soap cod#cod soap#cod price#cod john price#cod gaz#gaz cod#cod graves#graves cod#phillip graves#simon riley#johnny soap mactavish#john price#kyle garrick#konig cod#cod konig
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too sweet (simon riley x f!reader, possessiveness turned into fluff)
"i don't know why you keep coming back here."
you poured him a whiskey, neat, and slid it across the table. simon caught it with grace, signaling his thanks by lifting the glass your way. he raised it to his scarred lips and your breath caught in your chest, captivated by the way his throat moved as he swallowed his drink. shaking yourself out of that haze, you busied yourself with cleaning the bartop. "jus' like to keep watch." he murmured over the low din of bar chatter.
"thought we weren't dating." you said nonchalantly. "we're not." he was leaning over the counter now, making searing eye contact. "then why-"
"'scuse me." a man appeared, raising his two fingers to signal an order. you closed your mouth, ending the conversation effectively, and put on your customer service smile. "what can i get you?" he smiled, and you noticed he had a nice one. you had been too caught up in simon at first realize the stranger was quite attractive. "gin and tonic, ma'am." the nicety made you smile, his low southern accent quite endearing.
simon turned towards the stranger, pissed off your conversation was cut short. he’s as american as apple pie, all southern charm and a moonshine smile. "fuckin’ yank." simon grumbles, turning back to his drink. you try to hide a grin at his annoyance, ducking to find a clean glass for the stranger’s drink.
you pour it in front of him, years of practice letting the gin out of the bottle with a giant flourish. he gives you another one of those charming smiles, teeth so white he could be in a toothpaste ad. “wouldn’t peg you for a gin and tonic kind of guy.” you try to talk to patrons for a good tip, toeing the line of flirty. with simon’s pissed off mood, refusing to label the two of you and choosing to act like a guard dog at the same time, you decide to have a little fun. at the end of the night, you’ll hopefully get an orgasm with either guy you choose.
“and what kinda guy would’ya peg me for?” he leans on the counter, calloused hands raised loosely to grab his drink. he pulls it to his mouth sensually, drinking half in one go. his tongue darts out to clean a stray drop, all while his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the bar. you grow bold, left hand reaching to touch the brim of the actual cowboy hat he’s wearing. you rub your thumb over the edge for just a second, then bring it back down to your bar counter. “mint julep. maybe an old fashioned.” he laughed at that and you could practically feel the laser eyes simon is sending your way. an old fashioned is one of his go to’s, right after his whiskey (neat), something he orders without fail. and for you to casually throw that around? you obviously didn’t understand your agreement.
“just cause of the accent don’t mean i’m a mint julep kinda man. too sweet for my taste.” he drained the other of his drink and you watched his throat work, strong neck muscles straining. “another?” he cocked his head, assessing. “surprise me, sugar.” you giggled and simon stood up, chair squeaking with the weight of him. you cocked an eyebrow. no way he was giving up that easy. “goin’ for a smoke.” you nodded and he disappeared, like his namesake. you plopped the drink down in front of your stranger, and much to your delight, he gave you a genuine laugh. “i’ll be damned, a long island iced tea. you just got yourself a 30% tip, sweetheart.” you smirked. “all these nicknames and i still don’t know your name.” he eyed your name tag. “you’ve got a pretty one yourself.” you cocked your head, waiting. “philip graves. pleasure’s all mine.”
simon was stewing. did you not understand that once you fucked, you were his? you were claimed, he belonged to you as much as you belonged to him. he even had the bite mark to prove it. so he'd wait, like a good soldier. he could wait for eternity.
you figured simon had left. it was two hours later, and graves was still at your bar, flirting up a storm. he had nursed the long island awhile, a bit tipsy but nothing more. if simon wanted to give up and leave you at the first sign of competition, fine. all the more reason to go home with the cute stranger who'd been sending you looks all night. your shift was ending and graves noticed you wiping down the counters and counting out your till. "that guy earlier yours?" you shook your head. finally. you'd been waiting for this all night. "don't have a guy. i'm a free agent." he hummed thoughtfully. "can i walk you home?" you smirked. "sure."
you were walking out the door with graves when you felt it. a dark presence just outside the bar, lurking in the alleyway. simon. in a flash, your walking buddy was against the alley wall, simon's forearm pinning him to it. "y'r gonna walk y'rself home and never come back. copy?" graves seemed to be weighing his options, eyes darting from yours to simon's. seemingly, he decided you weren't worth it (bitch), and nodded to simon. "copy." simon pressed him harder into the wall, then let him go. graves walked off without a second look back, oozing sliminess that seemed to be hidden by the bar lighting.
your feet kept moving towards your apartment, ignoring the glowering man behind you. no one asked him to go all caveman, yet here he was. his steps echoed behind you, making them heavy on purpose so you could hear him. always so calculated. "stop." you kept walking. "said stop." you turned down your street instead. "baby, please."
you spun on your heel, marching towards the imposing figure he cut in the night. "you can't call me that." simon cocked his head at the finger you pressed into his chest. "why not?" a frustrated breath of air passed your lips. "because we're not dating. that's what you said." he stepped closer, your finger on his chest turning into a splayed hand to keep him away. "you were goin' t' leave with him." you shook your head. "you don't get to say that. you left." he pushed closer until he was towering over you, hands finding your waist. "was jus' waitin' f' you." some force moved your hand up his chest to find his neck, thumb brushing his pulse point. "you're so stupid." he squeezed your waist in admonishment. "an' y'r bossy." you squeezed his neck back in a fake choke. "you gonna kiss your girlfriend? you seem to be all talk no-" and he shut you up with a kiss.
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um so i hate this. but it's been in my drafts for months so:
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#cod 141#tornadothoughts#ghost call of duty#fluff#ghost headcanons#ghost imagine#simon ghost riley cod#simon riley x f!reader#simon riley fluff#simon riley imagine#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#simon riley
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AURGRH THIS FUCKS
another fanart of this crusty vile bitch /pos
agh i should use my actual main artstyle often
#emperor belos#philip wittebane#the owl house#belos toh#belosfanstakeover#toh#toh belos#belos#emperor belos toh#the owl house belos#HOLY FUCK#THIS IS SO GOOD IM#SCREAMING#W/OUT THE S IF I MAY BE SO BOLD#I’M BITING#traggy’s shit
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Hello! I don’t know if you have a 60s scifi art equivalent or not, but do you know anything about the cover of D-99 by HB Fyfe? It was published in 1962, my friend and I found a copy of it in a second hand shop and literally have never been able to stop thinking about it ever since. Thank you!
I see why it stuck with you, it's very striking! haha
According to ISFDB, the artist is Ralph Brillhart, which makes sense. I like Brillhart! You can see some of his other covers over here, and they're almost all from the early 1960s, with another handful done in 1981-'82.
Like most 60s artists, his work doesn't have the finer detail or realistic perspectives that you tend to get with 1970s artists. But he has some great concepts, and I think he picks really interesting compositions - in my opinion, the cover here is unsettling entirely because that one wide-eyed alien in the foreground has stuck his face right up against the viewer. Very confrontational!
I bet Brillhart knew that, too, because he pulled the same trick for this 1965 cover:
Here's my favorite Brillhart cover, used for Martian Time-Slip by Philip K. Dick, 1964. I love the odd color choices, like the pink sky.
Here's a later one that Brillhart did in 1981, for The Ends of the Circle, by Paul O. Williams. He's using another bold perspective choice, with the perfectly straight road cutting down the center of the image, and it totally works for me!
Anyway, he's a good artist! You can see a fairly complete list of his covers here. They're not all winners, admittedly, but it's a bit of a shame he wasn't more well-known or prolific.
Edit: Oh, also I have an art book that you should check out if you liked this post! No Brillhart, sadly.
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#battle of poitiers#john ii#philip the bold#poitiers#hundred years war#france#england#french#king#art#alphonse de neuville#medieval#chivalry#middle ages#history#europe#european#knights#knight#battle#armour
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Call Me A Snitch - Benny Rodriguez/The Sandlot x GN Reader
“Could it be something like benny rodriguez x gn!reader and its they are on philips team and playing against the sandlot boys and the philips convinces the reader to cheat by using like this sticky rosin stuff…”
Here we go @yourgirljen4life - hope you enjoy and I hope this is what you were looking for
[mind you I don’t know a lot about rosin or anything- also Phillips doesn’t have a listed full name, so I used the actors first name.]
CW: slightly rushed I haven’t written in a hot minute, not heavy on any relationships, Wil Phillips
Benny Rodriguez x GN!Tiger’s player Reader
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It’s the middle of the day, sun hot and sticky beating down on the trees and dirt that cover the ground, temperature at least 80 degrees, when I realize I should’ve stayed home.
I used to say I’d never miss a good game of baseball, especially not with someone as invested as Benny Rodriguez or Wil Phillips. But then again, I’ve never played such an un-fun one in my life. Which is actually pretty impressive.
The ball swings across the field as Benny’s team hits it spot on again, and I see as our outfielder scurries to get it. I can’t remember who’s out there, probably Eric. Guess that wasn’t a great idea. Bertram, looking accomplished, smoothly jogs across the base.
They’re getting real cocky, now. It’s funny, I think, I’d crack a grin when I hear Ham’s next remark but with the vein nearly popping out of Phillips’ forehead I decide to bite it back.
“How are we doing so shit?” I hear him ask, but I don’t think he wants a real answer. The expensive jerseys can only cover so much, an idea he seems very much unaware of.
I look down at my wrinkled jersey, the white fabric tinted with dirt after I took a dive for home base in the last inning. I dust some of it off, hearing another crack of the wooden bat across the way. To follow, a curse mumbled from Phillips lips.
I sigh slightly, and glance back at the score board. We’re down by 2, which isn’t horrible, but I know we’d all prefer not being down at all. My cleats scuff against the sand as I stand up from our bench, and stand next to the blonde boy. His gaze is strong and fixed on the new batter, Benny.
‘Oh boy.’
Droplets of sweat trickle down his forehead, over his nose, and he stares intently at our pitcher. He’s in jeans in a t-shirt, to no one’s surprise, and I look over him as he gets into position. His eyes narrow, blocking the sun the best they can.
From the dugout, I watch with crossed arms. I still remember the first game against the sandlot boys- when Phillips tried to stand off on their own field. I think that’s when I first realized, baseball would be a lot more fun if there weren’t the pressure of winning constantly on my shoulders.
He’s so focused, swaying the bat over his shoulder and adjusting his feet across home base. Beside me, Phillips’ scoffs, I can basically hear how his teeth clench in his jaw.
Benny hits it mere feet away from the fence, our outfielder sprinting for it and suddenly Phillips’ hand grabs a firm hold on my shoulder, snatching my thoughts from the game.
“This is bullshit,” he complains, and uses the grip on my shoulder to turn me towards the bench behind us, “come on.”
My arms remain crossed even as he tugs me towards his bag, and he leans down to grab something from inside. Red flag, I think, he’s up to something.
“You’re up next,” when he comes back up, he’s holding a small tub in his hand, “use this.”
I look down at the tub in his hands, and skim over the word “Rosin” bolded on the lid.
He’s gotta be kidding.
I glance up at him, he’s looking at me expectantly, as if I’m supposed to immediately understand. When I don’t enthusiastically go along with it, he rattles his hand impatiently.
“No.” I tell him, and he groans.
“Y/n come on-“ he whines, “we’ve gotta get a leg up.”
“This is pathetic, Phillips.”
He groans again, dramatically throwing his head back, and I feel his fingers tightening against the bone of my shoulder.
“Dude- it’s not a big deal, just do it so we don’t lose against these…” he looks back to the field, where Benny has already made it to 2nd base and players from our team and his are spread across the dirt and grass. Ham chuckles smugly, rolling up to base, and immediately just from one look at the field Phillips’ face scrunches into one of disgust.
“…losers.”
He finishes, I scoff.
“Dude.”
He doesn’t listen to my protest at all, instead shoving the tub of rosin into my hand. Tan fingers slip away from my shoulder, finally, and he reaches back into his bag and pulls out another baseball, placing it into my free hand.
“Do it, or I swear to god L/n.” He looks at me like he’s giving a threat, which he is, but it’s not a strong one. I sigh, and he steps away from me back to the edge of the dugout to watch the game. I’m left alone by the cluttered bench.
Looking down at the ball and the tub, I sigh once more. But nonetheless, I unscrew the tub.
It’s a bad idea, pathetic as I said, I should’ve known the second we went down a point Phillips would resort to a cheat.
.
But hey, it worked.
My fingers are still sticky with rosin as the game ends- the scoreboard has changed, now in our favor with 3 points above the sandlot group.
Curses echo from them as ham kicks the dirt below his feet, and I watch as Benny throws his hat to the ground in a fit. It clashes well with the smug cheers from my team- but at the sight of the others so defeated, I feel guilty.
“Told you.” Phillips’ smirks into my ear, patting my shoulder much harder than needed before strutting off with the rest of the team. I dont join him, though.
It wasn’t our win to get.
“Some pop and fries at the diner sound good to you guys?” Phillips asks, raising his voice knowing the sandlot boys will hear him across the dugout. Of course he needs to rub it in, sometimes i think he’s a better actor than he is a baseball player.
As my team saunters off, I listen in on the grumbles from Benny’s team.
“Damn tigers…” ham mumbles, glaring at the ground.
“Yeah yeah- we had ‘em in the first half too. Like, what the hell?”
With all the mumbling, Benny shakes his head with a glare. I can tell by the clench of his fist he’s frustrated, he turns around to his friends.
“Just shut up about it guys- we lost, it’s whatever.” His voice contradicts him easily, but it quiets his friends grumbling a fair amount. He spins back around, about to match off to their dugout, and last second my mouth opens.
“Wait!”
They all turn around, faces still dark as ever when they see me approaching them, trying to catch up with a light jog. I don’t know why I’m doing this, I’ve never been much more than acquaintances with them, but it’s obvious they’re better friends than my team will ever get to be. Maybe that’s what motivates me to continue.
“Hold on, it’s,” I pause, breathing out and coming to a stop right in front of them, “hold on.”
“What do you want?” Squints obnoxiously adjusts his glasses at me. The only ones not glaring me down seem to be Smalls and the twins. Though, when i catch Benny’s eyes again there isn’t any anger directed at me behind his gaze.
“I,” I glance behind me, my team is gone, and I turn back with a hesitant look, “you didn’t lose.”
This seems to confuse them, Bertram scoffs.
“Right, funny.” He says bitterly.
“Yeah yeah, hilarious.” Yeah yeah pipes up, but Squints holds up a finger to both of them, staring at me with vague interest.
Benny is lost, closing his eyes in thought.
“What are you talking about?”
“You didn’t technically lose,” I rephrase, “not legally, I mean.”
When they’re about to question me further, I look down at my hand and squeeze my fingers, the rosin sticking to my skin. They catch on quickly, by the time I look back up squints has already marched over to me.
“What’s this?” He questions, grabbing my hand and examining the skin. I awkwardly watch on as he recognizes the sticky shit on my hand, glaring at me in disbelief. Spinning around to the others, he grabs my wrist.
“They used sticky rosin!” He exclaims, holding up my hand for the others like a clue. His friend’s eyes widen, and I take my hand back to quickly explain.
“They cheated?” Smalls let the question sit in the air, because no one really answered him.
“It was Phillips’ idea,” none of them are surprised, as Benny mutters with rolling eyes, “he got pressed when you started winning, he’d kept some in his bag.”
Groans rumble from the group, I notice as Benny pulls off his hat once more, leaving his sweaty hair to the breeze.
“I mean- are we surprised?” His voice is thick in sarcasm, standing out over the grumbles from Ham and Yeah Yeah.
“No- of course that blonde Bambi would cheat, pussy move.” Bertram curses, and despite their glares I feel a grin form at the words “blonde Bambi.”
“Sorry- I should’ve told him to quit, but…”
The hot sun is baking my skin, the baseball cap sitting on my head only giving so much.
“So why didn’t you?” Ham quips- I almost bite my tongue, but Benny whacks him with his hat.
“Shut up,” he clicks his tongue, before his gaze returns to me, and I’m not really sure what to do with it. “Thanks for uh- for telling us.” He gives the slightest hint at a smile, his teeth sticking through his lips. I smile back at him, the guilt from before falling further into the back of my mind.
“Yeah- I mean,” I dip my head, “you guys were having a lot more fun out there than I’ve had in a minute.”
Smalls furrows his eyebrows. “Then you should play with us!”
Everyone turns to look at him.
I’m surprised by his offer, though not at the many, many quips thrown his way afterwards. I’ve never thought about it, never having been invited before, but now that the idea is fresh in front of me I consider it.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Benny jumps in- and that’s what really surprises me.
“For real?” I ask, and Benny steps forward, blocking off the rest of the boys from giving their loud input. Face to face, I finally notice more of his grin.
“Yeah- might be fun, plus, would drive Phillips crazy.”
I grin.
He holds out a hand to me, and I have to remember to switch to the not sticky one to return the gesture.
“We’ll play tomorrow- the sandlot at noon. If you’re in, join us.”
His hold is firm, yet his hands are softer than I think I expected. Despite the blisters that cross his palm, his touch is warm. I look up at him through the shade of my hat. For a second, he looks hopeful. And after a moment of thinking, pushing away the migraine for Phillips to face the second he finds out, I nod.
“I’ll be there.”
He’s the last the leave as the others walk away, Smalls walking by his side at the back of the group as Benny throws me one last shiny grin.
Not as uninteresting as I thought it would be anymore- I walk home with the Tiger’s jersey now in lost value on my shoulders.
#Benny rodriguez#benny Rodriguez x reader#Benny Rodriguez x GN reader#The sandlot#the sandlot x reader#Gn reader#66 recs&replies
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Marie of Luxembourg, Countess of Saint-Pol and Soissons and Vendôme
Marie of Luxembourg, Countess of Saint-Pol, Soissons and Vendôme from the Book of Hours of Catherine de’Medici While researching my book about the women of Burgundy, the name of Marie of Luxembourg arose as she married her maternal uncle Jacques of Savoy, Count of Romont. Yolande of France, Duchess of Savoy, had to contend with the political shenanigans of Jacques during her reign as regent for…
#Charles the Bold#Charles V#Charles VIII#Count of Vendôme#Countess of Saint-Pol and Soissons and Vendôme#Duke of Burgundy#Duke of Vendôme#Francis de Bourbon#Francis I#French history#Holy Roman Emperor#House of Bourbon#House of Luxembourg#King of France#Louis of Luxembourg-Saint-Pol#Louis XI#Marie of Luxembourg#Mary of Burgundy#Philip the Good#Picardy#Saint-Pol#Vendôme
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The pipeline of Charles “they had to deceive and drag me to my wedding” ofthe Bold, to his son in law Maximilian “hey… This Burgundian lady is pretty. I think I’m going to like her :)”, Holy Roman Emperor to Maximilian’s son Philip “marry me to this girl right now, idc if we need more pomp, I need to consummate” the Handsome is real, and it can happen to you too.
#Charles the Bold#Maximilian I#Philip the Handsome#House of Valois#house of habsburg#And then we have Charle’s namesake and great grandson (Charles V) who was so love struck he was faithful to his wife and never got over her#Also the way the consorts got sassier… From Isabelle of Bourbon being merely described pliant and faithful#To Mary of Burgundy being (ahem) THE DUCHESS OF BURGUNDY#To Joanna of Castile refusing to put up with her husband and her father’s bullshit#(And to Isabella of Portugal being a good empress and regent as Charles was away)
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do you have any reading recs (books, ~scholarly articles, whatever) in the same vein as this post? (doesn't need to be a super long list, i'm content to branch off with the works cited of whatever you come up with...) as always, love your blog!! :-)
yes :3 split roughly by subtopic, bolded some favs
Evolution in England prior to (Charles) Darwin
Cooter, Roger. The Cultural Meaning of Popular Science: Phrenology and the Organisation of Consent in Nineteenth Century Britain. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press (1985).
Desmond, Adrian. The Politics of Evolution: Morphology, Medicine, and Reform in Radical London. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1989).
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Jason the Bold
I went to see the Tomb of Philip the Bold and felt inspired! I love how they portrayed him as wearing his robes with his armour peeking out and the weeping angels putting his helmet on his head... and I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to the concept of (super)heroes and their secret identities.
#jason todd#batman#dc comics#jaaon todd robin#jaybin#red hood#philipthebold#robin#dc robin#jason todd fanart
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HELLO! So I have lots of colored coordinated characters and I realised I should probably give a bit of a key to how this will go in my head. SO! Here's all the characters that I plan to write. It's basically a key for Readers.
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1st Captain John Price: Purple
2nd Captain Maevis "Doc" O'Connor: Pink
1st Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley: Blue
2nd Lieutenant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: Green
Sergeant Major John "Soap" MacTavish: Red
1st Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson: Orange
Kate Laswell: Just Italicized
Ghost Team (Stalker)
Lieutenant Keegan P. Russ: Blue and Italicized
Sergeant Major David "Hesh" Walker: Red and Italicized
Sergeant Major Logan Walker: Green and Italicized
Sergeant Major Alex V. "Ajax" Johnson: Purple and Italicized
Reoccurring Side Characters
Nikolai: Bold, Red and Italicized
Alejandro Vargas: Bold, Green and Italicized
Rudolfo "Rudy" Parra: Bold, Blue and Italicized
Alex Keller : Bold, Orange and Italicized
Farah Karim: Bold, Pink, and Italicized
Head Scientists Jillian Rodriguez: Bold, Purple and Italicized
Lieutenant Nila "Nova" Brown: Orange and Italicized
Villain/Antagonist will be in Bold! Sometimes they'll be colored if they're reoccurring for example
Philip Graves and Shadow Company
Konig and KorTac
Vladimir Makarov and RUN (Russian Ultranationalist)
#captain john price#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#gary roach sanderson#kate laswell#cod nikolai#keegan p russ#david hesh walker#logan walker#alex keller#farah karim#alejandro vargas#rodolfo rudy parra#nila nova brown#Maevis O'Connor#phillip graves#könig#vladimir makarov#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty#call of duty original character#call of duty ghosts#cod mw3#call of duty mw2#mw2#modern warfare#cod
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Pip gives two different explanations for why he is called “Pip”.
In the Unaired Pilot and Season 1 Episode 5 “An Elephant Makes Love to a Pig”, he gives an explanation identical to the one in the book “Great Expectations” (The bold words are not actually said in the episodes, due to Pip being cut off).
“Well, my father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.”
The second explanation he gives is in Season 1 episode 10 “Damien”.
“My name is Philip, but everyone calls me Pip, because they hate me.”
#south park#pip pirrup#sp pip#pip pirrip#pip south park#south park pip#sp pip pirrup#I like to imagine that the second one is a lie he tells so people still call him Pip despite hating him#fun facts
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