#st ignacio

[societyofsaintignacio]

“The most persistent and troublesome force the Church and faithful alike face is not werewolves, vampires, basilisks, or even demonic possessions but rather a demonic phenomenon aptly named Spawn for their ability to reproduce at an alarming rate. An infestation of the creatures can easily overwhelm and render large areas ‘dead zones’ if the initial signs of Spawn are not handled quickly and with aggression.

The exact origins of Spawn isn’t clear, although their supernatural properties are undeniable. Some theorize that they were born out of the sin and brokenness of our world and that their grotesque and unnatural appearance is a testament to their Satanic origins. Spawn tend to appear humanoid although there are reported cases of beast-like Spawn. However they may appear, their very existence is an insult to God’s creation and perfect design and they must be destroyed.

In experiments with live specimens, I have found that Spawn can be easily contained in an area via holy water, salt, fire, or consecrated objects. The creatures are impervious to injury and rapidly heal just as quickly as they had been wounded, however. Weakening the creatures with holy water before striking them down with a weapon that had been blessed is the only way to effectively exterminate these abominations and prevent them from reproducing.

It is my recommendation that any priest willing to take on Spawn mustn’t go alone. He risks certain death doing so."

-From St. Ignacio’s research notes, circa. 1658

[fadedsaturated]

This really was THE show, you guys. It never got better than this four season warm blanket.

[kidcataldo]

Ugly Betty Reunion Show Idea (that will never come to light outside of fanfiction bc I do not work in Hollywood)

Betty’s offered a job back at MODE in an attempt to “modernize” the failing company. She’s reluctant to take the job due to her rocky past with Daniel. But when she and Hilda discover their father can no longer live on his own, she packs up her life and moves back to New York to take care of him—and to try to save MODE.

Betty

The final episode has Betty, and ultimately Daniel, move to London. She and Daniel grow closer and stupidly she gives into his charm. They begin dating. But when “marriage” begins being hinted at, Daniel unsurprisingly flees, leaving behind a broken hearted Betty. After months of trying to reach him, to no avail, she dusts herself off and moves on with her life. Present day has her back at MODE. She thinks it’ll be Hell working so closely with Daniel again, but being back is nostalgic.

Daniel

Daniel, to his mother’s despair, goes back to his old ways when he leaves Betty. Claire Meade knows her son is depressed and desperately wants him to make things right with Betty. In truth, he wishes he had never left her all those years ago, but fears it’s too late for him to mend things. Once Betty returns and her “secrets” are revealed, he wants to make things right.

Claire

Claire quite honestly appears to only want to play matchmaker when she calls on Betty to help modernize MODE. She even locks Betty in a room with her son to “talk things over” her first day. She truly just wants to make things right.

Wilhelmina

Wilhelmina Slater is a legend in the fashion industry. People practically lick the floors she walks on. At first she’s insulted that Betty thinks she can waltz back into her life and take over, but she soon realizes the girl is a great ally. Plus, she’s helping MODE. She decides not to reveal the skeletons in Betty’s closet. For right now, at least.

Ignacio

His failing health brings Betty back to New York. At first, he’s reluctant. He doesn’t need his daughter stopping her life to take care of him. And he’s against her working at MODE again due to the fact that she’ll be in close proximity of him, Daniel, the guy who broke her heart.

Hilda & Justin

Hilda and Justin are always around to lend a helping hand or share a few wise words, even if they do have lives of their own. Betty (with Marc’s approval) gets Justin a job as an assistant at MODE.

Amanda & Marc

Amanda and Marc are still up to no good at MODE. If they’re not (still) insulting Betty’s choice of fashion, they’re taking part in Wilhelmina’s schemes. Sometimes (with a great emphasis on sometimes) they’re helpful. Marc and Betty work closely together to save MODE.

Iggy

Betty’s “greatest secret” as Wilhelmina might say. But Betty has never tried to “hide” him from anyone. She discovered her pregnancy around the time Daniel left and, after months of trying to get in contact with Daniel, Betty decides to have the baby on her own. Iggy is her best friend, even if he is a little rebellious at times. He’s a shock to everyone at MODE, except for Claire, who has known all along (much to Daniel’s shock) but promised Betty she wouldn’t say anything. Iggy catches on pretty quick, but he’s not so eager to bond with anyone new, much less his supposed estranged father.

[fanficsiwillneverwrite]

[blushcoloreddreams]

October novenas

For whoever this could interest, here’s a list of this month’s novena’s and the reasons to pray them for yourself and for others.

St. John Paul II: For healing, for courage, for the youth. Starts October 13th

All Saints Day: For intercession of all saints. Starts on October 23

Our lady of Aparecida: from October 3rd to October 10. Patron Saint of Brazil, very used to ask for help in moments of affliction

Blessed Carlos Acutis: For a greater love of the Eucharist, for the youth, for computer programmers. Starts October 3rd

St. Jude: Lost causes. Starts on October 19

Holy souls in purgatory: souls in purgatory

St. Therese of Avila: For those who suffer from headaches. Starts October 6th

St. Luke: for those preparing for surgery or recovering from surgery Starts October 9th

St. Hedwig: for the relief from debt and for help with financial difficulties Starts October 7th

All Souls’ Day: the faithful departed/ souls in purgatory. Starts on October 24

St. Anthony Mary Claret: physical healing, spiritual healing. Starts October 15

St. Gerard Majela : for a healthy pregnancy and for childbirth/ delivery Starts October 7

St. Charles Borromeo: for bishops, seminarians and catechists. Starts on October 26

St. Margarida Maria Alacoque: October 7th

Saint Ignacio of Antioquia: For conversion and for those being persecuted for their faith.

Saint Peter of Alcantara: starts on October 10th To strengthen our faith

Saint Antonio Galvão: for engineers, architects and construction workers. Starts From October 16th.

[beni75]

Photos and texts: @thomaspeschak

1-. A curious gray whale exhales almost directly into my camera

2-. A curious juvenile gray whale vigorously exhales and speeds past my camera in Mexico's San Ignacio Lagoon

3-. A Humpback whales breaches in the North Pacific Ocean off Canada's Great Bear Rainforest

4-. A dusky shark charges through a baitball of sardines

5-. y 6-. A whale sharks swins in shallow water in La Paz Bay, Baja California Sur

7-. A reef manta ray feeds on a plankton patch by barrel rolling over and over again in the same spot, not unlike a puppy chasings its own tail

8-. A reef manta ray feeds along the drop off at D'Arros Island an St. Joseph Atoll. Seychelles

9-. African peguins

10-. A endemic Socotra cormorant comes in to land on a roosting rock deep within the Fjords of Oman's Musandam Peninsula (2012)

11-. African peguins shelter and nest in decaying building long abandoned b the guano industry on Namibia's Halifax Island

12-. At Aldabra atoll green sea turtles often rest for hours on the sandy seabed between coral outcrops

13-. Blacktip reef sharks inspect the hull of our boat on Aldabra's tidal flats. Seychelles

14-. Blacktip reef sharks patrol the drop off where D'Arros Island's coral reef descendes into deeper water

15-. Cape fur seals surf Altantic swell in the Table Mountain Marine Protected Area

16-. Cape Gannet colony on Bird island bathed by lightening and the beam of the lighthouse

17-. The hunt begins at dusk and continuous deep into the night

18-. A curious gray whale swins upside down beneath our boat in Mexico's San Ignacio Lagoon

19-. A venomous lionfish hunts baitfish in Mozambique's Ponta do Ouro marine reserve, by @thomaspeschak

20-. A salmon leaps high into the air to clear a raging waterfall

21-. A wild rocky point just out into the North Pacific Ocean

22-. A large potato grouper hunts amongst schools of baitfish that seasonally drape southern Mozambique's reefs

23-. Dolphins of Indo pacific

[sunny6677]

Soooo ramble about Tom's details just to make her a little more fleshed out!

@catsockpuppet @mayisgoingnuts @paperbagirlratlover

TWS FOR ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE, TRAUMA, DEPRESSION, VERBAL ABUSE, ETC

1. Tom is incredibly good at cooking because she was a chef for a little while until she joined her writing company.

2. Tom most likely becomes the CEO of her writing company at some point in the future. Just cuz it'd be funny to see the look on Lora and Julian's faces./lh

3. Tom's vocabulary is only so big because she's a writer.

4. Tom has Eddsworld cartoon type logic. She can extend her limbs, somehow appear or vsnidh magically, make really ugly looking faces that shouldn't even be possible, jump way too high into mid air and somehow even walk in mid-air, etc etc.

5. Tom's absurd strength has saved her many times. Had she managed to kick Bob in the face successfully during TT, she probably would have sent him crashing through buildings./lh

6. Tom is very sensitive to pain.

7. Tom's 'OHOHO!' laugh is actually kinda forced?? Well not really. Her normal laugh does sound like a giggly, goofy type of laugh that she hides just because it doesn't sound very princess-y (to her anyway).

8. Tom thinks no one will ever love her if she isn't special in some way which is another reason why she wants to be a princess so bad, but the whole princess thing is also just a thing she constantly does to distract herself from the things she's sad about—and it's also just a thing she always does because it serves as a great escapism fantasy for her. She also really wants no one to worry about her and for everyone to see her as happy, which is why she always keeps her emotions beneath a smile and eccentric behavior.

9. Her love language is gift giving, but she likes receiving physical touch from other people too since she's very touch starved.

10. Tom can play the piano and is decent at violin.

11. Tom usually exercises when she can, but her exercising has led to her punching people or hurting them whenever they've accidentally walked in on her multiple times. Because even a soft hit from her can probably be devastating./lh

12. She really does have no energy to do anything, but forces herself to do stuff anyway just to not worry those around her and because she thinks that her 'lazy attitude won't get her anywhere'.

13. She likes all animals, though dogs and cats specifically. She owns a small golden retriever puppy named Bruno (after that one dog in Cinderella/lh).

14. Her favorite alcoholic drink is champagne and also vodka.

15. She owns a lot of expensive and fancy clothes but usually never dresses up in them unless it's for something special.

16. Her favorite Holiday is Christmas, but she likes Halloween a lot more now due to Skid and Pump and goes all out for it every single year.

17. ...she canonically has a British or Transatlantic accent—unsure of what would fit more./lh

18. Her breakfast every morning typically looks very soft and fluffy—kind of like this. Kevin also absolutely loves it when she cooks because she's a former chef and she's just generally good at cooking.

19. Her typical lunch looks somewhat like this.

20. Her typical dinner looks like this.

21. Her favorite desserts are cakes (specifically angel-food cake), ice cream, and macarons. And her favorite candy is Lollipops and anything banana-flavored.

22. She literally can afford a private jet. That's how rich she is.

23. Her favorite drink in general is Hot Chocolate and also Tea (because it makes her feel princess-y).

24. Tom likes to travel a lot and invites Kevin anytime she's about to go travel. Though typically her travels are literally just excuses to get Kevin to take a break or go somewhere with her.

25. Her favorite season is summer. And she also likes to celebrate for every single occasion ever (April Fools, St Patrick's Day, Valentines Day, Autumn, Winter, Summer, etc) and goes over the top each time.

26. She's shorter than Ignacio and can also kick his ass if she wanted./lh

27. Tom unfortunately thinks that she needs to take the blame or responsibility for everything because of Buque. And she also still loves Buque even if she claims to hate her because deep down she wishes that she just had a good adoptive mother.

28. Buque slapped her really hard over the head as a kid just because she nearly got her in trouble with the police, and scared Tom so bad she hid beneath the table for 3 hours even after Buque was done yelling at her.

29. Tom's happiest memory as a kid was going to Disneyland with Jeremy and his family. A cast member there as Snow White complimented her and praised her, and something about finally hearing praise from a character she held so dearly made Tom cry right then and there.

30. Tom possibly age regresses whenever she's really upset or afraid.

31. Tom's hobbies are puzzle-building, writing, reading, running, exercising, researching, etc.

32. Tom always got really good grades when she was a kid, and is actually very intelligent even if she always acts stupid, so she got into a very good college and even got a degree.

33. Tom hates it when people yell at her or when she hears loud footsteps approaching.

34. Tom is very sweet in her own way, she just typically shows it in very absurd ways. Like buying Kevin 500 in total items of candy when she heard he had to restock but they didn't have any candy, creating a Calender that just says October for the Spookeez so they think it's always Spooky Month, etc etc.

35. Tom's favorite color is yellow. And her favorite flavor for anything is bananas.

36. Tom believes that Kevin isn't proud of her or that he doesn't see her as good enough, so that's why she always tries to impress him or make him proud.

37. Tom is actually flustered quite easily. And sometimes flirts with people without realizing./lh

[ccorinthian]

Ignacio; it shall become yours

Poetically inspired work I’ve been editing for the past few months. Sketching the life of Nacho growing up transgender. I wanted to capture flashes of memory and emotion, challenging myself in form and style. 1225 words. References to sketchy medical procedures, violence, etc.

Bruised knee, scraped elbow. Pulled hair, tiny fists.

Pain. Blood.

A milky white tooth.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Hot sand, rocks against spine, blinding sun in a deep blue sky;

Head hits ground, hair full of sand, scorching heat.

A large, hard rock finds its way to a small, soft hand.

Dull thud. Rock meets skull.

Screaming. Like a wounded animal.

Topple the boy. Stand up.

Brush grime off your dress.

Blue fabric, torn.

Broken action figure in the dunes.

Its arm has come off.

Pick it up.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Torn plastic held safely in the hand of a child, passed to another; back to its rightful owner.

Frightened, grateful eyes meet a gaze of fire; veiled by long, greasy hair.

Bruised hand reaches out to hold the soft.

Two pairs of feet walking away.

Let the thief scream and writhe alone under the blistering midday sun.

—

Tiles covering the walls: cold, hard, mint green. Carpet beneath bare feet: Red, round, soft.

Products on shelves of wire: shampoo. Bodywash. Deodorant.

Mirror concealed behind white condensation; dense, hot air.

Buzzing.

White porcelain. Cold water. Hissing tap.

Hair wet and heavy; tickling thin, bruised shoulders.

Buzzing.

Quivering hand clenches a small, vibrating machine. Sharp blades slice air.

Taste of metal.

Split.

Dark strands hit the porcelain sink.

Buzzing.

Scent of soap and heat; children laughing through the foggy window; a sliver of warm afternoon sun strikes across lips, nose, eyes – golden with light, molten. Holy.

Strands fall rapidly, the buzzing must not cease, what has been started shall be finished.

Knocking at the door.

The buzzing shall not cease.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Knocking at the door.

The buzzing will not cease.

Voice of the father. It calls a distant name.

Disconnected, wrong.

Knocking at the door.

Final strands fall, taste of metal, spit, open door.

Eyes of the father.

Fear, disappointment, shock.

“Mija…”

—

St. Ignatius of Antioch, Syria.

Born around year 69, sentenced to death in 107.

Torn apart by beasts in Rome.

Travelled through continents to die.

Holy martyrdom.

Ignatius was not fearful of death; it was welcomed.

Fire, cross, struggles with wild beasts, wrenching of bones, mangling of limbs-let them come to me, provided only I make my way to Jesus Christ.

—

Lanky. Thin. Body of a teenager. Anxious. Clad in a hood, striving for anonymity.

Amateur.

Dry, cold air.

Straighten your back, observe:

Deep shadows, high walls, black asphalt;

Ambulance in the distance, barking dogs, late night drivers.

Wide stanced stranger. Pocketed hands. Expressionless. Experienced. Back straight, observing.

Approach.

Buzzing from fluorescent lights on the alley wall, the stranger camouflaged in shade cast from a dumpster.

Breathe.

Do it scared.

Nervous shifting; quivering hand produces bills from the grey hoodie pocket. It briefly touches unfamiliar skin: warm, confident;

Hair rising on the neck, heart pounding in ears, sweat collecting on face and palms, jaw clenching, blood itching.

This could become a grave.

Route of exit, points of weakness.

Choose wisely: fight or flight. Never freeze.

Small bag of packed plastic held lightly in the warm hand, exchanged with paper.

No words.

One pair of feet hastes away.

Taste of metal.

Spit.

Clench your fists.

Breathe.

Ignacio; fear not the wrenching of bones.

—

Tiles covering the walls.

Soft carpet beneath bare feet.

Products on shelves.

Steam on the mirror.

Skull vibrates, children laughing in the evening glow, the sun strikes a beam onto two faces: young and old.

Molten gold.

Holy.

Buzzing air.

Head is held firmly; gentle and calloused working hands kissing smooth, young skin.

Itching shirt, antsy body, buzzing in ear, in neck, in bones.

Eye contact with dad, look away, glance back.

Look.

He’s smiling.

Firm grasp on shoulder, buzzing stops, run a hand across your hair.

It’s perfect.

Voice of the father; whispering a name, familiar, yours.

Connect your eyes again, smile, listen:

“Mijo.”

Ignacio; fear not the cross.

—-

Small glass vials and long needles, soft flesh and hard muscle, quivering hands and gritted white teeth.

Red walls with posters, piles of laundry, cassette tapes.

Alcoholic swabs on a tray of plastic.

Shelf on the wall. Doll in a blue dress. Fine layer of dust shimmering. Ray of light from a crack between gently blowing curtains.

The doll glows.

Green plastic eyes. Staring.

Metal pierces rubber, viscous liquid slowly drained from its vial.

Look.

Rising sun. Light catches in the fluid; molten, golden flame.

Breathe.

Taste of metal.

Swallow.

Replace the needle with another, dispose of the first.

Cold skin, evaporated alcohol.

Breathe. Do it scared.

Metal pierces flesh, slowly;

Breathe.

You can barely feel it. You’ve had worse.

Feel the fire in your veins. Glow from within.

Let it enter your body. May it fill you, may it warm you, may it make you whole.

Creaking from the bed, lay your body down, rest.

Breathe.

Ignacio; fear not the fire.

—

Bruised knee, scraped elbow. Taste of gravel, firm fists.

Blood.

Taste of metal. Spit it in the face of your aggressor.

Hot asphalt, empty beer cans crumpling under his spine. Cast your shadow over him.

Bloodied shirt held by its collar, knees digging into asphalt, rapid breathing underneath you;

Skull against pavement, once, twice.

Silence. Limp body. Release it.

Straighten your back, rise.

Bloody hand reaching out for another.

An old friend, bruised, hurt.

Protected.

Your body employed for good.

Fire burning within.

Follow him home, leave the limp body behind.

Two pairs of feet walk away.

Ignacio; fear not the struggles with wild beasts.

—

Fluorescents. Buzzing.

Tiles.

Shelves. Products. Medicine.

Animals.

Antiseptic and blood in the air. It burns the nose, packs itself tightly around exposed flesh laid on a table of cold steel.

Eyes on the ceiling, focus on the shimmering lights, tighten your hands on the edge of the metal.

White paper screen blocking the view of your body.

Metal scrapes against bone. Against ribs. Vibrations reverberate through flesh and blood.

A distant voice speaks, inaudible through the haze of medical grade tranquiliser and analgesia.

Your mouth is insatiable.

Taste the metal. Taste.

Feel the metal. Feel.

Sharp, cold, hard. Cutting through flesh: smooth, warm, soft.

Fluorescent lights. Buzzing.

Foreign tools scraping.

Gaze upward. Let light burn your eyes. It is as bright as the sun.

Cold, harsh, clinical. Round.

Stare at your artificial sun, watch the hazy edges blur. Observe: clad in white, he leans towards you.

Fire, metal, blades, needles.

Gold.

Head engulfed in light, sunlight radiating from behind. Stare, observe, reach out your shivering hand, attempt. Touch the untouchable.

Your hand shivers in the fluorescent air; its metallic tinge draws bruises upon your flesh;

It cannot be reached; it pulls away.

Weep.

Taste the metal.

Feel the metal scrape against your bones.

It lasts hours.

It lasts years.

What has been started must be finished.

Fluorescent lights. Buzzing.

Do it scared.

Tighten your fists, wrap your bruised fingers around cold, stainless steel;

Flesh transpierced, this is holy, this is the creation of man.

Ignacio; fear not the mangling of limbs.

–

The strong, muscular body of a young man. Confidence. Clad in a red shirt, recognisable. Experienced.

Back already straightened, eyes already observing;

Dry, cold air. Long shadows, high walls, silent ambiance;

Ambulance in the distance, barking dogs, late night drivers.

Money already in hand, effortlessly trading for familiar packed plastic.

A nod from the familiar stranger.

“See ya next month, Nacho.”

[rabbitcruiser]

National Nachos Day

Sometimes they’re hot and spicy. Sometimes they’re cheesy. Sometimes they make a mess everywhere. But one thing is certain: they’re delicious, and a favorite in many parts of the world!

Yes, we’re talking about nachos. What food deserves its own holiday more than nachos? From the kitchens of Texas to the Rose Bowl Stadium, nachos have more than earned their fame.

And their own day, which is, of course, Nachos Day. Get ready to celebrate!

History of Nachos Day

The story goes that the origin of Nachos can be traced back to Piedras Negras, Mexico, just across the border from the state of Texas in the USA. In fact, the situation was sort of a fluke, which is how a lot of delicious things get discovered.

One day in 1943, when the wives of some American soldiers stationed nearby came into his restaurant, the man running the place, whose name was Ignacio “Nacho” Anaya, had to make them something to eat. The problem was that it was late in the evening, and already a few minutes past closing time, so there wasn’t much left in the kitchen! Since Ignacio really didn’t have enough ingredients left over to make any real, full dish, he put together a conglomeration of what he did have: a few tortillas, some shredded cheese, and some pickled jalapeno peppers.

Getting creative, “Nacho” cut up the tortillas into pieces, sprinkled what else he had over them, and baked them for a few minutes to melt the cheese before serving them. The women greatly enjoyed this little snack, and when they asked Ignacio what it was called, he answered “Nacho’s Especiales”.

Word of this hot new snack traveled fast from the army wives and back through Texas and the Southwestern parts of North America! Ignacio Anaya, himself, went on to work at the Moderno Restaurant in Piedras Negras, which still uses the original recipe to this day.

The man even opened his own restaurant later on, called “Nacho’s Restaurant”, which was in Piedras Negras as well. Not only that, but Anaya’s original Nachos recipe was printed in the 1954 St. Anne’s Cookbook. This was a fairly important discovery–even if it was a bit of an accident.

A few years later, a modified version of the original dish, with cheese sauce and prepared tortilla chips was marketed in 1976 by businessman Frank Liberto during various sporting events taking place in Arlington, Texas. This version became known as “ballpark nachos”.

Nachos can be baked or not. Simple or loaded. Served hot or cold. Piled with beans and peppers and meat. But, no matter how they are served and eaten, Nachos are certainly worthy of celebration and adoration on this day!

How to Celebrate Nachos Day

Celebrating Nachos Day can be loads of fun! Try out these ideas or come up with some creative ideas of your own:

Go Out for Nachos

Many restaurants have some version of Nachos on the menu today, in Mexican, Tex-Mex and other style restaurants. Head on out to a restaurant (or ball park!) that serves them and get a tasty pile of tortilla chips drenched with cheese and deliciousness.

Enjoy Nachos in Piedras Negras

For an authentic way to enjoy Nachos Day, head on down to the place where it all started–the restaurants in Piedras Negras, Mexico. Of course, Ignacio Anaya probably won’t be there anymore, but his memory is. Head over to the Moderno Restaurant where Anaya used to work, or enjoy them at just about any restaurant in the town.

Those who are dedicated to the cause might even want to time it so that they can join in on the International Nachos Festival that takes place in this town. They even have a contest for the Biggest Nacho in the WOrld, which was at one point registered in the Guinness Book of World Records.

Throw a Nachos Day Party

Grab some bags of chips and toppings, and get ready to have a Nachos Day Party! It’s a super-easy way to enjoy the day. Go all out with the theme by decorating with pinatas and other south-of-the-border decors. Then, invite guests to dress up in their favorite Mexican sombreros, serapes, or costumes. It will be a delightful reason to celebrate–and eat tons of delicious nachos.

Watch Nacho Libre

A silly movie that is filled with ridiculous antics (as most films including Jack Black are) this one follows the main character, Ignacio (played by Black). He is a Catholic monk who loves lucha libre, and even secretly moonlights as a freestyle wrestler.

The movie doesn’t have a whole lot to do with actual Nachos, except for the name of the main character. But grabbing a few friends, piling up a plate full of nachos and watching the film together would be a great way to celebrate!

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[world-of-wales]

─ •✧ WILLIAM'S YEAR IN REVIEW : MARCH ✧• ─

1 March - William and Catherine carried out engagements in Wales to mark St. David's Day. They started their day out by visiting Pant Farm in Llanvetherine before being received by Her Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Gwent (Brigadier Robert Aitken). They later visited Abergavenny Market and Hwb Torfaen in Blaenavon. Subsequently William and Catherine planted a tree for The Queen's Green Canopy at Blaenavon World Heritage Centre.

2 March - William held a Meeting for the Earthshot Prize.

8 March - He received Mr. Alastair Martin (Secretary of the Duchy of Cornwall).

9 March - William and Catherine received the Lord Hague of Richmond (Chairman). Later in the afternoon they visited the Ukrainian Cultural Centre in London where they were recieved by the Ambassador of Ukraine (His Excellency Mr. Vadym Prystaiko).

11 March - William received received the High Commissioners of Belize, Jamaica and the Commonwealth of the Bahamas (Her Excellency Mrs. Therese Rath, His Excellency Mr. Seth George Ramocan, His Excellency Mr. Ellison Greenslade) at Kensington Palace.

14 March - William and Catherine attended the Commonwealth Service at Westminster Abbey. William later appeared in a video segment during the BAFTA Film Awards.

16 March - William attended a Trustees' Meeting for the Royal Foundation via video link.

17 March - William and Catherine attended the 1st Battalion Irish Guards' St. Patrick's Day Parade in Aldershot.

19 March - William and Catherine kicked off their Platinum Jubilee Tour of the Caribbean as they arrived at the Philip S.W. Goldson International Airport in Belize where they were recieved by the Governor-General of Belize (Her Excellency Ms. Froyla Tzalam). They later met the Hon. Juan Antonio Briceño (Prime Minister of Belize) and Mrs. Rossana Briceño at the Laing Building in Belize City.

20 March - The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge visited Che'il Mayan Chocolate Factory in Stann Creek. They later attended a festival of Garifuna culture and met marine conservation experts in Hopkins. William and Catherine also spent time diving at South Water Caye above the Belize Barrier Reef.

21 March - They visited Caracol Natural Monument Reservation and attended a training session of the British Army Training Support Unit Belize (BATSUB) in the Chiquibul Forest. Afterwards William held an Investiture at the San Ignacio Hotel. The Duke and Duchess attended a Reception to mark The Queen's Platinum Jubilee at Cahal Pech ruins where they were received by the Governor-General of Belize (Her Excellency Ms. Froyla Tzalam).

22 March - William and Catherine released photographs and videos of them scuba diving over the Belize Barrier Reef before departing Belize. They arrived in Jamaica for the next leg of their tour and were received by the British High Commissioner to Jamaica (Her Excellency Ms. Judith Slater) and Senator the Hon. Kamina Johnson Smith (Representative of the Prime Minister of Jamaica) at Kingston Norman Manley International Airport upon arrival. Afterwards they met Governor-General of Jamaica and Lady Allen at King's House and attended a Sports and Cultural Event at Trench Town Culture Yard.

23 March - The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge met the Hon. Andrew Holness MP (Prime Minister of Jamaica) at 1 Devon Road, Kingston. Afterwards they visited Shortwood Teachers' College and Spanish Town Hospital. Subsequently, Willliam and Catherine visited the Caribbean Military Technical Training Institute before attending a Reception Dinner to mark the Platinum Jubilee hosted by the Governor-General of Jamaica (the Most Hon. Sir Patrick Allen) at King's House.

24 March - William and Catherine attended the Commissioning Parade for the inaugural Initial Officer Training Programme at the Caribbean Military Academy before departing Norman Manley International Airport for the Bahamas where upon arrival at Lynden Pindling International Airport in Belize City they were recieved by the Governor-General of the Commonwealth of the Bahamas (Sir Cornelius Smith). Afterwards The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge met the Rt. Hon. Philip Davis, MP (Prime Minister of the Commonwealth of the Bahamas) and Mrs. Davis at Sir Cecil Wallace Whitfield Centre in Nassau.

25 March - William and Catherine visited Sybil Strachan School and attended a Celebration for key workers for their work during the pandemic, at the Garden of Remembrance. They subsequently visited Parliament Square and took part in a Platinum Jubilee Sailing Regatta at Montagu Beach in the afternoon. Afterwards they attended a Reception at the Baha Mar Hotel hosted by the Governor-General of the Commonwealth of the Bahamas (Sir Cornelius Smith) to mark The Queen's Platinum Jubilee.

26 March - On their final day while on tour of the Caribbean, William and Catherine visited Daystar Church in Abaco. Afterwards they unveiled a Memorial at Memorial Garden, Abaco to commemorate those who lost their lives in Hurricane Dorian before visiting a beach area in Abaco to meet local stall holders. William and Catherine then visited Grand Bahama Children's Home and Coral Vita (Winners, 2021 Earthshot Prize to Preserve our Oceans) in Grand Bahamas for their final two stops on their tour. In the evening they departed Lynden Pindling International Airport for the United Kingdom in the evening.

27 March - William and Catherine arrived at the Royal Air Force Brize Norton from the Bahamas after wrapping up their Caribbean tour.

29 March - William attended the Service of Thanksgiving for The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh at Westminster Abbey along with Catherine and their eldest children Prince George and Princess Charlotte.

[societyofsaintignacio]

Me when I get the idea of writing St. Ignacio’s diary and research notes more in depth instead of Dies Irae, the WIP I’ve neglected for months:

[pinalamanca]

The Snakes and the Scorpion [Part three (3)]

A Lalo x Jesse x Nacho fic

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Warning: Fisting

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Lalo moves the dildo to the beat of the music that drones on.

When he thinks that Pinkman can take it, alongside the toy, Lalo pushes his hand up slowly towards Jesse’s navel.

Jesse has never felt so full as in that moment. He feels like he could explode. He breathes shallowly, making attempts to ease. He whimpers, “Please, I…”

“Shh shh” The Salamanca hushes him, planting kisses on Jesse’s belly. Lalo purrs with all of his being. “Tranquil, carino.”

The blonde cums twice, without being touched aside from the dildo. The white liquid glistening across his belly as it rises up and down. The dildo vibrates, being pushed in and out in time with the bass of the techno.

Lalo moves his fist up alongside the walnut-sized gland inside of Jesse. He grinds his hand against it. Earning a symphony of noises from the younger man.

“Ugh,” Jesse moans, growing more and more urgent. “uhn, uhn! Uh! UH!”

He pulls at the belt with his hands, his thighs trembling. Jesse is trying to hold his ass steady with Lalo’s thrusts, as the man calls to him. “Arriba! Up! Up, Cenicienta~!”

“Oh,” Jesse throws his head back, orgasm taking him over as he is looking up at Lalo with tears in his eyes. “OH!”

“And here come the tears again?” The Salamanca kisses Jesse’s cock near the tip and Jesse releases everything he has left. Lalo licks at Jesse’s mess he has made. Then, slowly pulls his fist back out of him. Earning a peek of a rosebud as Jesse’s opening closes and relaxes. Jesse blushes deeply, tears fully flowing now.

“Mm hm!” Someone from the doorway clears their throat, and Lalo can only guess at who is intruding on his exploits. How long had the other man been standing there for?

“Nachito!” He exclaims, making one last lick at Jesse, who is tear-streaked and still clouded in pleasure, before pulling away. “It took you long enough.”

Ignacio looks between the Salamanca and Jesse on the bed.

“What are you doing here?” He nearly glares at his boss.

“I was just keeping your little angel company.” Lalo just smiles, wide. “He was so lonely, waiting for you to come home!”

Nacho just stands there, letting the statement hang in the air.

“But!” Lalo continues, a smirk playing across his features. He gestures towards Pinkman, including him in the statement like he has a choice. “Now that you’re here, we have a proposition that you can’t say no to.”

Ignacio raises his eyebrow, glancing over at Jesse. He crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Uh, fine. Whatever you say.”

Lalo grins from ear to ear, half expecting this and knowing full well that Nacho can’t say no to him. He’s got him by the balls. Figuratively and nearly, literally. Lalo clicks his tongue.

After hearing the plan, Nacho removes his clothes without a word, tugging at his erection. Jesse can see him from his place on the mattress, as Lalo removes his belt from the man’s hands. Lalo gets up from again from the bed, he reaches for Ignacio who watches Jesse closely.

Hesitantly, Ignacio kisses Lalo. Just a peck at first. And then followed with a bit of tongue. Lalo places a palm at the back of Nacho’s head, deepening the kiss further. Kissing each other now, Lalo wraps his arms around Ignacio’s body.

Jesse looks away, feeling like he’s almost intruding on their moment. Blushing, he roves his eyes back over to the two and finds Nacho watching his every move.

The men part from the contact, and Nacho rolls his lips together between his teeth. Licking them.

Ignacio reaches for Lalo’s pants but he bats his hand away.

“Ah! I can handle that, gracias.” He then nods towards Pinkman.

Nacho walks over to the bed, helping Jesse up from it and into his arms. He lifts him as if it were effortless and begins showering the man with kisses. Ignacio stops kissing Jesse.

Looking up into his emerald eyes and Jesse staring back at Nacho’s dark pools of shining onyx.

“You ready?” Nacho’s voice clearly cracks, trying to gauge where Jesse is at.

“Yeah.” Jesse smiles weakly, “I’m good.”

There is a whistles and the two look at Lalo, who beckons them to come to him. His smile almost devilish in its nature. Lalo can barely contain himself.

[spann-stann]

Setting Blurb: The Cascadia MacroCommunity

Because @hawkin-byrd asked.

The sieges of Chicago and St. Louis were bloodbaths.

The first Emperor, Ignacio I Rotthey, lost his firstborn in the South Africa incorporation.

Cascadia, was the first region where the soon-to-be Emperor lost a close friend. And took it out on the vanquished.

Cascadia was, prior to its incorporation into the League, home to several strong protostates organized around non-Imperial ideas following the Collapse and Warlord period of the post-WWIII world. As likeminded strongmen in North America came to talks and proposed unification, the protostates in Cascadia, allied with Chicago, other parts of Canadian, and New York to counter the warlords' potential expansion. Ignacio, then simply a Texan tribal chieftain, used this alliance as a means of solidifying the warlords' coalition and pave the way for what would evolve into the modern Imperial League. The warlords' coalition, known then as "The League" declared war on the rivals.

While inspecting the frontlines in a convoy near Portland, an IED detonated, killing one of Ignacio's closest friends. Enraged at the act, Ignacio ordered League troops to show little-to-no quarter on the opposing forces in Portland, and to impose a victor's justice on the rest of Cascadia. Once the region was pacified, reconstruction began. Cascadia was one of the first "National Delimitation Zones", territory that was to be dissected by anthropologists and ethnographers to create provinces along ethnoterritorial lines. Unlike other NDZs, Ignacio applied a "personal touch" with the population transfers and border delimitation, particularly towards those that showed the most resistance.

Blood Guard Landhold: In the aftermath of the IED attack killing his best friend, Ignacio awarded all survivors a new award, the Blood Diamond. Awardees of the Blood Diamond (and their descendants) were then organized into the first bodyguard unit to defend the future Imperial Household: the Blood Guard. The Williamite Valley (including the ruins of Portland) were given as a fief to the Blood Guard and would serve as the blueprint for the many Land Force Demesnes scattered throughout Imperial territory. Unlike other LFDs, martial tribes do not muster to prove their worth as Soldiers. Only recipients of the Blood Diamond, or a descendant can join the Blood Guard.

Commonality of the Isles and North: The First Nations of Canada and Alaska were spared the more excessive portions of the delimitation of Cascadia, so long as they quickly handed over any survivors from the conquests Seattle and Vancouver. The Haida and Tlingit ended up forming the predominant leadership of the Commonality.

Cleurchies of New Baktria and Tir Na Nog: Carved out from the Columbia Mountains and Snake River valley, respectively, the two Cleurchies were created to house military veterans from the many wars of the early Imperial League. Those original inhabitants that were not relocated simply adapted to becoming specialized Attendant Laborclades. New Baktria was meant for veterans across the League, and Tir Na Nog for fighters from the Hispano-Gaelic movement (of which Ignacio was a part of).

Principality of Anderson: The capitol region of the MacroCommunity, the territory around the Columbia Plateau was named after the friend of Ignacio killed in the Cascadia campaign. Before the Human-Crystalline War and the nuclear devastation of the Earth, the member of the Imperial Family most likely to be declared heir would be given the title "Prince of Anderson".

Sino-Salish Commonality: The Commonality surrounding Seattle and Vancouver serves as the homeland for the Chinese-Canadians and the Salish-speaking First Nations native to the region. While most members of the communities keep to themselves, a small admixture has formed from the two groups.

Cordons Sanitaire Seattle and Vancouver: The two cities that put up the most resistance to the warlords' seizure of Cascadia (excepting what remained Portland) and the areas between them were used as "open air internment camps" to house the League-to-be's vanquished enemies. These cities were then "granted" independence, and serve as "Cordons Sanitate" for anti-Imperial thought. Anti-Imperials from Southwest Asia and Eurasia were relocated to the Cascadian Cordons.

[fanficsiwillneverwrite]

13 years later. Betty’s offered a job back at MODE in an attempt to save the failing company after scandal. She’s reluctant to take the job due to her rocky past with Daniel. But her father’s failing health brings her back to New York, and back at MODE. It’s only a matter of time before her secret comes out.

[sweetswannylawson]

St. Ignatius Chapel in Ignacio, Colorado

[pomrania]

[Twitter thread by Rebecca Makkal @/rebeccamakkai, about the shared etymology for "nacho" and "Nazi". Transcription follows.]

This is a thread about a) how the word "nacho" and the word "Nazi" come from the same source, and what it has to do with this guy; and b) one of my biggest historical accuracy pet peeves.

[picture of a monk or saint]

First of all, the guy in the picture is St. Ignatius of Loyola, who helped popularize the name Iganatius and its various forms (Ignaz, Ignacz, I guess eventually Iggy) around Europe.

BUT, since he was Spanish, his actual name was Inigo.

[image of Inigo Montoya from 'The Princess Bride']

One of the reasons he's a saint is that he had visions when he was in the hospital. He saw something that "seemed to have the shape of a serpent and had many things that shone like eyes, but were not eyes… When the object vanished he became disconsolate."

Good enough for me! Make that man a saint and name a bunch of colleges after him!

Anyway, the name remained popular. (Also as a last name. My Hungarian grandmother's last name was Ignácz, so I've got a horse in this race. Or, like, a snake in this hospital.)

Okay, so nachos first, and I think more people know this part of the story: This lovely man, Ignacio Anaya Garcia, went by the logical nickname Nacho.

[black-and-white photo of a man]

He was working at a restaurant in Texas near the border and in 1943 a bunch of hungry army wives came in, but the chef was out, so Nacho threw a bunch of stuff together and they loved it, and then there were nachos throughout the land, hallelujah.

But MEANWHILE, in Germany…

…the name Ignaz (pronounced Ignatz) had somehow become a pejorative nickname connoting an uneducated peasant. Basically, it was the "Cletus" of early 20th century Germany.

Or rather -- sorry, I'm tired and wrote that wrong and I won't pay Elno for the edit option. Ignaz as a name was commonly used. But its common nickname, Nazi, was the Cletus equivalent.

There was (and still is) a left-wing German political party called the Social Democratic Party of Germany (but, like, in German). As an abbreviation of Sozialdemokrat, members were called Sozis (pronounced Sotzis).

Enter the Nationalsozialisten (National Socialist) party. (In German, that would be pronounced nat-zi-o-nal etc.) You might know them from such members as the very short Joseph Goebbels and the one-nutted Ad*lf H*tler [sic].

People quickly realized that a great way to mock them was to abbreviate their name to parallel Sozi -- which made them "Nazis", AKA Cletuses.

In the early days of the party, a few members embraced it -- kind of like Trumpers calling themselves Deplorables on Twitter. But you know who had absolutely NO sense of humor about this stuff? Mr. One-Nut.

After he came to power, Austrian anti-Nazis continued to use the term (because they got the Cletus joke) and then it spread to the US and elsewhere. But using it in Germany would be asking to get shot.

When referring to themselves, Nazis would use the term Parteigenosse (m) or Parteigenossin (f), meaning "party member".

And the party itself they would have called the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei (National Socialist German Workers' Party) or NSDAP.

This brings me to my huge historical pet peeve, which I want to put out there for anyone writing historical fiction or a screenplay or whatever: Nazis DID NOT CALL THEMSELVES that.

Now that you know, see how many times you're watching a movie and some Nazi official is like "We are proud Nazis!" or "Here in Nazi Germany…"

But I also fucking LOVE that neo-nazis who call themselves that are unwittingly insulting themselves. It's really kind of perfect.

I'm normally a "call people what they ask to be called" person, but in this case it's pretty great that those guys will forever be remembered with their pejorative nickname. It's like if in 100 years everyone thought Trump's real name was Mango Mussolini.

Oh, here's a fun graphic that I did not make. I like it, but it leaves off the nickname-for-Ignaz part.

[flowchart which shows "Sozialist" (socialist) leading to "Sozi", which along with "Nati" and "Nationalsozialist" (national socialist) leads to "Nazi"]

Let's put a moral on the story. When you find yourself living through the 1940s, you can either be such a dick that the world will forget your real name, or you can melt some cheese and be a nice guy and make the world better.

[black and white photo of a man, presumably the same person as the earlier photo]

(He had a better mustache, too.)

[the following is a reply to the above thread, by big richard ii energy @/angevin2]

"Fascism" and "fajitas" also come from the same root! The root in question being the Latin fascis for bundle of sticks (primarily but not exclusively the one that served as a Roman symbol of authority). From this comes Spanish 'faja' for 'strip' and thence the diminutive 'fajita'.

It's kind of amazing that there are no less than two instances in which horrible dictatorships and delicious Tex-Mex cuisine are etymologically related.

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