I’ve been listening to the people in the apartment below me have arguments for two years now and I still can’t figure out what language they’re speaking. The best I can narrow it down is like if Portuguese and Hebrew had a baby. Is that a common pidgin combination
I just listened to a clip of this and jesus christ you fucking got it. there are like 3500 people in the whole united states who speak this and two of them are in a very fraught marriage four feet below me
What happened to Infante Alfonso? We know Infante Alfonso died of a gunshot wound to the head while with his brother Juan Carlos. But the actual story is highlight disputed, with multiple versions. Which do you find most plausible?:
"Vibes" are not a basis for justice. "Everyone thought he was creepy and weird so we should've known he was a serial killer" is a stupid as hell thing to say, lots of people seem creepy and weird to their neighbors and are just completely average people. Stop pushing narratives that kill people, especially neurodivergent people and men of color.
I've said it before but a lot of self-declared leftists on tumblr give off very strong "would join a lynch mob in a heartbeat" energy. Maybe because many of them have explicitly said they would join a lynch mob.
one of my top ten french behaviors is that i find it deeply jarring to see croissants (as a whole) be considered as "pastries". a Pastry is an éclair or perhaps a millefeuille or lemon tart or macaron. it is colorful and sugary and generally dainty (not always) or indulgent (not always). croissants (including chocolate/almond croissants) are Not! Pastries. but carmine, you cry! what are they then? VIENNOISERIES. like wien. you know. the city. we stole them from the austrians like a william years ago. no yeah no it Is a stupid name. still not a Pastry however,
the humble Croissant will sate you in a pleasant but ultimate useful way. it is an Efficient and Unexpensive helpmate for hungry children after school and lovers who want to treat their beloved to a breakfast deserving of the name after a beautiful night and tired grownups who want to find a Reliable and Unexpensive reason not to Kill Themselves and get them through the day.
the frivolous Pastry will be bought and consumed by Relatively Moneyed Workers on their Company-Subsidized Lunch Break, Families who visit their In-Laws on Sundays, and Lovers wishing to Court their Beloved in an Ambitious and Elegant Manner,
another of your top ten french behaviors is having all these fucking rules. a croissant is an air sandwich to be eaten on boats. a croissant is a vessel for lox. a croissant is duck bait. a croissant is meant to be stored in the basket of a bicycle for one hour before consumption. a croissant must be chewed in time with a psalm. a croissant is technically not bread and therefore cannot be eaten with cheese. a croissant must be fucked gently. croissants cannot be eaten before ten o'clock or after three o'clock. what gives, man.
Thy Name Shall Only Be Spoken In Great Shame And Contempt By Thy Countrymen.
At last, I have managed to do it!
From your doctrines i must blame, a Flight of the Heron genderswap fic. I may have to get rid of this scene...or do timeline violence. Keith Windham (or Katherine Hay) has been captured by Ewen Cameron, and come to Ardroy, where she has met his fiancee, Alison Grant...
Mistress Katherine had stripped down to her petticoats, and Alison found that it made her look deceptively sweet, stood there in her stocking feet, her only ornament the signet she wore on a chain around her neck. She had even foregone her cap, and wisps of hair curled about her brow and the nape of her neck.
“Well?” she asked, one dark brow rising, and Alison came forward with the stomacher. It was hers, stitched one summer when she had stayed with friends of her father's in Languedoc, and she had decorated it with the flowers she had seen there, orchids and juniper, irises and lavender, even an olive branch, surmounted by lavender and thyme. When she wore it, she always thought of that long, sun-drunk summer, the way the earth had warmed beneath her, and the taste of her host's wine. Having secured it with pins, she turned back to the chest, and lifted the gown.
Mistress Cameron had been right when she said that it was more than a sufficiency of fabric to gown Mistress Katherine. Without hoops, Alison had constructed a robe a l'anglaise, adjusting the skirt and bodice, trimming the neckline with lace. It had not been an easy task, keeping it secret from their guest, but, as she laced it up, and put her arms around Mistress Katherine, looking at them both in the glass, she found every moment worth it.
“There!” Alison said triumphantly, and, at the sound of what she took to be Aunt Margret's foot upon the stair, she turned Mistress Katherine to meet her eyes, only to find not the lady, but her nephew, lips parting in amazement.
“Very fine,” Ewen said, his gaze darting towards the two women, and then away, a flush coming to his cheeks.
(Peter Wimsey voice) Let's get something out of the way. I know I look and sound like I personally know Bertie Wooster. I know that my entire mien is that of a devoted attendee of his gentleman's club. I know. Unfortunately I am the smartest person in a ten mile radius and there's been a murder.
“I—I'm afraid it's ridiculous of me to suppose you can help me," she began.
"Always my unfortunate appearance," moaned Lord Peter, with such alarming acumen as to double her discomfort. "Would it invite confidence more, d'you suppose, if I dyed my hair black an' grew a Newgate fringe? It's very tryin', you can't think, always to look as if one's name was Algy.”
—Dorothy L. Sayers, The Unprincipled Affair of the Practical Joker
it is truly so damn funny that tywin not only decided to marry joanna but then never remarried after her death. no diplomatically advantageous political marriage no more heirs fuck it. funniest bitch on the planet
FUNNIEST
no pls this is just what i was discussing w someone in dms like we cant truly go w the angle of “my heart belongs to dead cousin pussy” here as funny as i would find that angle too (like tywin “u cannot eat love” lannister being a slave to love for his dead wife instead of being pragmatic) considering that shit. is he stupid?
Its weird how quickly stereotyping cats based on color has taken off online now
I'd say its just people wanting to lovingly tease their pets, but I've come across several conversations recently of people wondering what genetically causes orange cats "to be that way". I think it's because they are a cat.
It's even weirder because people act like "orange cat behaviour" is a long-standing cultural stereotype and not something that popped up in the last five years!
Oh some of my favorites include "my tortie loves to [insert normal cat behavior here], and only torties act that way!" and "I could never get a calico, they are mean!" Like bitch what? You think fur and skin color determines personality? You're cat racist. Make it make sense.
It's astrology for cats. Including people that are real fuckin weird about it.
Tortietude has been a thing for years, I remember reading people joking in my cat magazine when I was a kid many decades ago about torties being spicy, though they didn't use that word.
But the orange cat thing has been memed out. I shouldn't further it, I know I shouldn't. But the lighter fur and their open little faces do indeed make them look very very silly sometimes. There isn't much mystery to an orange cat. Just sunshine.
I'm lowkey bugged by it because they're also gendered sterotypes. Orange and black are carried on the X chromosome, so XY kittens with an orange X frequently come out orange, while XX kittens with one orange and one black X typically come out with the variable black and orange coat of the tortoiseshell or calico.
So effectively, this means that tortoiseshell and calicos are 99.9% girls and orange cats are 85% boys.
And then, totally coincidentally, people went in hard on stereotypes where the mostly-boy population are sweet dumb himbos, and the girl-population are moody, emotional, and prone to overreacting.
When these cats are not different breeds or geographically separated populations at all; this is a common coat colour for cats all over the world, and oranges and tortoiseshells are frequently brothers and sisters. Or parents and children. A tortoiseshell/calico mother will often have orange boys and tortoiseshell/calico girls; getting a tortoiseshell/calico cat requires one parent with an orange X, which is frequently an orange boy.
When assessing behaviour and personality, a major thing psychology has had to fight against is demand characteristics and confirmation bias. Having a preformed conclusion about how somebody is will lead you to interpret all their behaviour in a way that confirms your original theory, and your preformed concept of somebody can lead you to act in ways that unnaturally evoke that response in their behaviour. I have not seen any study on "tortitude" or "orange cat behaviour" that fails to rule out these two factors.
I normally shut up about this because people are entitled to their own silliness and having fun with their cats, but I'll be honest, the gender of it all just bugs me deep down.
I fucking HATE “tortitude”. Like it actually makes me disproportionally angry.
reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton
“There are fourteen extant books bound by the King Edward and Queen Mary Binder with indications that they belonged to Mary. These fourteen books share a few commonalities. First of all, twelve of them are bound in the same brown leather binding which has actually remained fairly soft and smooth for the last five hundred years, while two are bound in white leather. Some have patches of newer binding or have new spines, but generally, they all share the same type of leather (probably calf). Secondly, each is decorated with similar tool marks in gold. Many have tool marks of Mary’s initials or coat of arms. Thirdly, most of the bound books are printed books, not manuscripts, and almost all of them are religious books that were not printed in England. Finally, and what I find to be most important, is that not one book bound by the King Edward and Queen Mary Binder has any indication beyond the binding itself that the book actually at one time belonged to Mary. The books contain neither marginalia nor even Mary’s own signature. That these books are unmarred and the fact that Mary had at least fourteen books bound by this binder indicate that she took care of her books very well and that she preferred her books to have a sturdy binding so that they could be displayed and possibly even used by other women in her household”
[ADM 7/187, TNA]
Note was added in the letter by somebody at the Admiralty. [ADM 7/187, TNA]
John Ross thinks that James Clark Ross was the co-author of Sir John Barrow's 1846 'Voyages of Discovery', making John Barrow Jr. add a note that "No, he [JCR] had nothing to do with it".
[Sir John Ross to the Marquis of Northampton, 13 February 1847, ADM 7/187, TNA]
Tell us about Katherine Hay, please!
Katherine Hay is my genderswap Flight of the Heron fic, in which instead of Captain Keith Windham, Ewen Cameron captures Katherine, the wife of Captain Hay, who was riding for reinforcements with her husband until her horse stumbled and broke a leg.
Miss Grant stole a look down the table at Mistress Hay, and regretted once again that she had not had Marsali take her a clean shift. Miss Cameron had been more generous, but she was build on rather different lines, and Alison feared that Mistress Hay had noticed, and taken offence. She had not had long enough to properly wash the powder from her hair, and Alison could not help feeling sorry for her.
In fact, Katherine's anger was largely directed at herself, and the feminine frailty which had, as her husband had so often predicted, caused her downfall. Below that anger there lay pain, from her throbbing shoulder and her stinging face, and embarrassment at making such an exhibition of herself, and, very far below that, there was a fear she was determined not to acknowledge. She had followed her husband since her marriage, and army life had taught her more than Alison could have guessed.
My brain insisted that Keith was imprisoned for longer at Ardroy than he actually was, and now I have to decide if I'm going to fuck with the timeline and keep my desired emotional beats, or keep the timeline and lose the feelings (and Alison Grant adjusting one of Ewen's late mother's dresses for Katherine)
The urges I am experiencing to cross The Flight of the Heron over with the works of Georgette Heyer...plus my curse of knowledge about the Jacobites. (Keith Windham should have found found Ewen's piety funny, given how the Jacobites were associated with the Pope. Also, everything else about the Jacobites.)
We need to go back to using sailing ships full time like immediately. Yes it would take longer to get places but the Aesthetic is unmatched
Like there is nothing sexier hthan this
Can’t wait for OP to get scurvy
Are you under the impression that the ships themselves are what caused scurvy
Once again. Do you think this is the fault of the ships themselves
Mood: WAAAAH
THE PITT 1.08 • 2:00 P.M.
It wasn't just in the US that black people started the EMT services. In Britain, the Harrow and Wealdston train crash in 1952 was the worst peacetime rail disaster in UK history(112 dead, 340 wounded). A United States Air Force medical unit was among the first responders, and while most ambulances at the time(including this incident) just picked up anyone injured and rushed them to the hospital, the USAF people recognized that things were so bad this should be handled like battlefield medicine, treating and triaging on-site. 7 doctors and, crucially, 1 nurse, Abbie Sweetwine made up the USAF medical unit.
While ambulances were rushing off with "walking wounded" who had made it out of the accident first, the more seriously injured were still being dragged from the wreckage. The doctors who had rushed over with whatever they happened to grab treated those on-site. Meanwhile, Lt. Sweetwine handled triage and recorded what treatments had been performed by writing on the patients with lipstick and directed the returning ambulances which patients to take back to hospitals next. This was crucial for saving lives, and when the various UK organizations were figuring out how to make sure this sort of disaster didn't happen again, the role of ambulances as actual medical providers rather than as a fancy taxi service was one of the big realizations. It wasn't a wholly new concept, but news articles and pictures showing doctors on-site, crucially with Abbie Sweetwine following up with patients and covering basic care, gave a solid basis that the NHS could model it's Paramedic system after.
And Abbie Sweetwine was black. This was almost unheard of for the time, a black woman serving with the USAF, and the impact of a black woman being lauded for heroism throughout the UK on your average Joes cannot be overstated. She basically just did her job, continued doing it for the next few decades, and retired to her home state of Florida with some unusual medals on her wall, but she also changed a country and that's not something most people can say.
(source, please click through for a better writer than me tackling this)
