catherine english

         no hate but ya girl got into her film & creative writing course with a, b, & c for her a level results :-) also i’m heading to ireland this evenin but i’ll be back on sunday so goodbye my nonexistent rping on the dash

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I spent 3 hours doing this. Hope you’ll like it. Also, you can send me a message with information about some kings and queens. I’d gladly “create” their story.

The Tudor era is simply is this - it is a most glorious and wonderful soap opera.
— 

David Starkey, summing up why history students tend to be continually drawn to the Tudors.

Everyone is always plotting and scheming against each other. People are getting beheaded left and right. Sex. Adultery. Lies. Fake pregnancies. Multiple marriages. Divorces.

(Queen Mary was once mad at her council because they wouldn’t let her execute her own sister. It’s mental.)

It’s like Game of Thrones without the dragons, basically. 

Eustace Chapuys was always one of my favorite people in Tudor history because it seemed like the guy was running his own Page 6-style gossip column at times.

“Well, Henry is apparently tired of Anne and has moved on to one of her friends. The friend ain’t so hot, but Anne is still mega-crazy with jealously.”

No, read his correspondence. This is stuff he would actually report

Then, as the years go by, you can tell even he has gotten bewildered by Henry’s increasingly strange antics and thinks the man has flipping lost it. (”Another wife!?”) 

“All available descriptions of Owen Tudor agree that he was ‘adorned with wonderful gifts of body’. Some claim that Catherine was unable to forget him after accidentally spying him swimming naked one afternoon. Another story, judged probable in a recent history of the family, is that she first noticed him at a party in her rooms with the energetic Owen performed a dance move that unfortunately did not finish as competently as it commenced. He tripped and fell into the Queen Mother’s lap.

They were smitten and although she never could follow what her new in-laws were saying since she neither spoke nor understood Welsh, and Owen was the only member of his family to speak English, the couple loved each other enough to face down the tidal wave of disapproval that crashed over them once their marriage became public knowledge. Servants reported that when the couple made love, Queen Catherine could be heard screaming with pleasure, a dynamic to their relationship that presumably made disregarding the critics an awful lot easier.”

DAMN SON

you were wild and free and haughty with your hair long and loose
and your torn dress. your muddy boots, your bruised kneecaps.
you were young and bold and your smile was a wicked crooked thing
and your teeth were sharp and savage behind your wind-bitten, storm-kissed lips, 

you did not care for love apart from the way your heart leapt like the spring lambs on the moors and you were beautiful
we raced through the heather and bridged the streams that rise up from the rocks like a spilled secret
and built fires high on the hills, making magic and mischief like the pagans of old and you shone as bright as the beacon

then you fell, with your serpent in the garden teaching you how to play the pianoforte perfectly
and that you should not play with boys with rough hands and rougher language and bruises shadowing their brow
and that to be wild and free is to be wrong and foolish and distasteful - said with a wince and a knowing sneaking smile

but I know how your heart works. I know how your every heartbeat feels when you’re rain-soaked and laughing and late for dinner
and you cannot be tethered. you will not let him make you into a model of well-bred beauty; your soul is far too much like mine.
love is obsession is jealousy is passion burning through my bones.

this, then, is my message, written on fine London-bought cream paper:
you always were too wild to be wedded.
and oh, what a wedding gift I have for you.

—  let the horses have their heads or they will throw you off; Mr. Heathcliff to Mrs. Catherine Linton, never sent but found smouldering 

Catherine Sedley, Later Countess of Dorchester (1684). Sir Godfrey Kneller (English, 1646-1723). Oil on canvas. English Heritage - Kenwood House.   

Catherine Sedley, daughter of Sir Charles Sedley, 5th Baronet, was the mistress of King James II both before and after he came to the throne. Catherine was noted not for beauty but for her celebrated wittiness and sharp tongue.

Red/Golden Haired Tudor Ladies - 4/10

Katherine of Aragon, Queen of England 

Henry VIII’s first queen has not always been portrayed accurately in film and television. Katherine of Aragon was hardly the boring, plain, ageing woman that we often see her as. In fact, Katherine was just as lively as her husband in the early days of their marriage. She was intelligent, kind, and a model consort for the twenty-four years she was married to Henry. Katherine even fought a war on Henry’s behalf. She was also very popular with the common people, namely her female subjects, and encouraged the education of women.

We may think of Katherine as looking like your typical Spaniard, with dark hair and dark eyes. In reality Katherine had reddish-blonde hair and blue eyes, as did her mother Queen Isabella of Castile. Upon her entry into London before her marriage to Prince Arthur in 1501, a herald recorded Katherine’s hair as “hanging down about her shoulders, which is fair auburn.” Katherine was indeed a looker in her youth. In later years Thomas More would recall there were few women who could compete with the Queen in her prime.“ As time wore on Katherine’s looks may have faded a little, and the added effects of six pregnancies caused her to lose her figure. She still remained every inch a queen until the end.

ABOVE ALL REMEMBER this: that magic belongs as much to the heart as to the head and everything which is done, should be done from love or joy or righteous anger. And if we honour this principle we shall discover that our magic is much greater than all the sum of all the spells that were ever taught. Then magic is to us as flight is to the birds, because then our magic comes from the dark and dreaming heart, just as the flight of a bird comes from the heart. And we will feel the same joy in performing that magic that the bird feels as it casts itself into the void and we will know that magic is part of what a man is, just as flight is part of what a bird is.

This understanding is a gift to us from the Raven King, the dear king of all magicians, who stands between England and the Other Lands, between all wild creatures and the world of men.

—  From The Book of the Lady Catherine of Winchester (1209-67), translated from the Latin by Jane Tobias (1775-1819) — Susanna Clarke, The Ladies of Grace Adieu