henry is not a good influence

The series of interviews conducted by Dr. George Henry with lesbians in the ‘30s illustrates a contentment in the lives of many of these women that would have frazzled the censors had that picture been reflected in the media. Many of his interviewees were self-actualized individuals, living to their full potential in mutually productive relationships. They say things such as:

I’m doing the work [as an editor] I always wanted to do and I’m very, very happy. I’m very much in love with the girl too. We click… She has had the most influence for good in my life.”  — 20-year old white woman

If I were born again I would like to be just as I am. I’m perfectly satisfied being a girl and being as I am. I’ve never had any regrets.”  —  26-year-old black woman

Our relationship is just as sweet now [after eleven years] as in the beginning.”  — 29-year-old white woman

Since we have been living together our lives are fuller and happier. We create things together and we are devoted to our [adopted] baby.”  —  30-year-old white woman

I have a great confidence in the future. I think I’m going to be a very well-known artist… Homosexuality hasn’t interfered with my work. It has made it what it is.”  —  30-year-old white woman

Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers: A History of Lesbian Life in Twentieth-Century America, pg. 112 by Lillian Faderman

MBTI as artists

ENFP - Salvador Dali

“Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.”

ENTP – Leonardo da Vinci

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”

INFP – Vincent Van Gogh

“I put my heart and soul into my work, and have lost my  mind in the process.”

INTP – J.M.W Turner

“If I could find anything blacker than black, I’d use it.”

ENFJ – Henri Matisse

“What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter – a soothing, calming influence of the mind, rather like a good armchair which provides relaxation from physical fatigue.”

ENTJ – Claude Monet

“I wear myself out and struggle with the sun. And what a sun here! It would be necessary to paint here with gold and gemstones. It is wonderful.”

INFJ – Odilon Redon

“Nothing in art is achieved by will alone. It is achieved by docilely submitting to the subconscious.”

INTJ – Arnold Böcklin

“The painter’s ideas don’t come to him on wings while he dreams… without untiring diligence, single-mindedness and a combative spirit, there can’t be…”

ESFJ – George Hughes

“The finished job was sent back for just one correction. The editors asked me to clean up the boy a bit since he isn’t old enough to get that dirty. Actually, he was fully that dirty, but I pleased both the editors and his mother by cleaning him up a little.”

ESTJ – Emanuel Leutze

"Leutze wanted to convey the idea of Washington’s heroism and to mythologize him, and you’re not going to do that necessarily by getting terribly hung up on factual information.” (could not find direct quote from the artist for this one.)

ESFP – Frederic Remington

“Art is a she-devil of a mistress, and if at times in earlier days she would not even stoop to my way of thinking, I have persevered and will so continue.”

ESTP – John James Audubon

“Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not, and cared naught about them.”

ISFP – Winslow Homer

“The life that I have chosen gives me my full hours of enjoyment for the balance of my life: the sun will not rise, or set, without my notice and thanks.”

ISTP – Georgia O’Keeffe

“I don’t very much enjoy looking at paintings in general. I know too much about them. I take them apart.”

ISFJ – Norman Rockwell

“I talk as I sketch, too, in order to keep their minds off what I’m doing so I’ll get the most natural expression I can from them. Also, the talking helps to size up the subject’s personality, so I can figure out better how to portray him.”

ISTJ – Edward Hopper

“My aim in painting has always been the most exact transcription possible of my most intimate impression of nature.”

The Bully’s Sister // Loser’s Club

Word Count- 1526

Summary- Making friends isn’t exactly easy for you, especially when you happen to be Henry Bower’s little sister.

Warnings; Language (but then again, it’s Richie?)

A/n; First imagine on this account! I absolutely love IT, and I’m watching it for the second time tonight. I’m unhealthily obsessed. 

Requested; Nope. Requests are now open!


You stood quietly next to Greta and your friends as you walked into the girls bathroom. You should’ve known what was coming, but you weren’t thinking it through. As soon as you saw a closed stall, however, you knew what was going down. “Come on Greta, she’s not worth our time.” You tried, but she only glared at you. Sighing, you stepped back and let them do their thing. That is, until you saw the trash about to be dumped on Beverly’s head. “Okay, stop. This is ridiculous.” You said, pushing yourself off the wall and storming over to Greta.

“Why, Y/N? Why are you standing up for a loser like her?” Greta asked, looking you up and down. “Because she’s nicer than you’ll ever be.” You spat, and you looked over just in time to see trash get dumped into Bev’s stall. “Whatever, Y/N. I was only friends with you because of Henry, anyways.” Greta said, in a sickly-sweet voice. “Come on, girls.” She gestured for the other two to follow, which they did, and waved to you innocently. “Have fun with the losers, Y/N.” With that, they left.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked, as Beverly walked out of the stall. “Yeah, thanks Y/N.” She said, looking at you cautiously. “It’s Beverly, right?” You asked, politely. “Yeah. Beverly Marsh. How’d you know?” She asked, confused. “I, unlike Greta, have the decency to learn people’s names.” You said, and you both laughed. “I have a feeling you and I are going to be great friends, Beverly Marsh.” You said, and she laughed. “Me too, Y/N Bowers.”

One Week Later

You ran downstairs, bidding your dad goodbye quickly, before he could give you a lecture on your brother’s disobedience, you left the house and grabbed your bike, getting away as soon as possible. Your dad wasn’t exactly fond of your brother, but he absolutely adored you. You never gave him much reason to scold you, always maintaining good grades, and doing as told. Unlike Henry, who struggled with instructions and preferred attending school for bullying, rather than actual work.

You biked to Beverly’s house, waiting outside. You knew her dad wasn’t exactly fond of her friends, but he tolerated you. You were always very polite to him, and he was always on about how you were such a “good influence on his baby girl”, and how “those misbehaved boys” were not. It always made you a bit uncomfortable, since you’d never properly met the boys. This was why you waited outside.

Not 5 minutes later, Bev came bounding out of her house, running down the many flights of stairs and grabbing her bike. The two of you biked around town together, chatting about random topics, mostly how you were glad school was over. Bev suddenly lit up, her face showing excitement. “You haven’t met the Losers yet!” she exclaimed, out of nowhere. “The who?” You asked, confused. “My friends, come on! We’re meeting up at the quarry today, you should come!” She exclaimed, and you gulped. “I-I don’t know, Bev..” You said, nervously.

You both stopped your bikes, pulling over to talk a bit easier. “Why not? Don’t you wanna meet my friends?” She asked, a bit hurt. “No! I mean yes! It’s not that, Bev. It’s my brother.” You said, biting your lip nervously. “What? What about him?” She asked, curiously. “Everyone knows me as Y/N Bowers, Henry’s little sister. My brother probably bullies the crap out of them.” You stated, rolling your eyes at the thought. She stayed quiet, and you knew he did. “Exactly, Bev. It’s okay, you go ahead. I’ll be fine.” You faked a smile, trying to act happy. “Nice try, you’re coming anyways.” Bev decided, and you sighed. You weren’t going to win, and you knew it, so you simply followed her to the destination, nerves flooding your system.

You see, it wasn’t easy for you to make friends. Being the notorious Henry Bower’s little sister, made you an impossible target. Everyone thought you’d be like your brother, and never once gave you a chance. That’s why you were friends with Greta and her group. They knew you were popular around town, and if a Bowers was in her group, she’d be unstoppable. Now that she’d built up a reputation, it seemed she didn’t need you anymore. You were fine with that.

Much sooner than you would’ve liked, you arrived at the Quarry. Beverly’s friends, who apparently, were all guys, looked at you like you were crazy, and suddenly anger flashed in one of their eyes. You recognized him to be Richie Tozier. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He spat, and you flinched. “I-I, um, uh…” You stuttered, slowly backing away. “Chill, Richie, she’s with me.” Beverly said, grabbing your arm and pulling you with her. Frowning, you scanned the group. They all looked either pissed, or scared of you. “Bev, I told you this was a bad idea.” You whispered, and she shook her head. “You’re staying.” she instructed.

One of the taller boys came over, grabbing Beverly and pulling her off to the side. “How could you be friends with her, Bev? She’s Henry Bowers’ sister!” He whispered, angrily. He had curly hair. It took you a second to remember his name, Stanley Uris. He was one of the smartest kids in your grade. The smallest boy fumbled with something in his.. Fanny pack? He whipped out an inhaler, taking a big breath from it. “Are you alright?” You asked him, and he flinched at your voice. “Fine.” He said, his voice small. He jumped behind Richie, who glared at you fiercely.

“What do you want, Bowers?” Richie said, pushing past an arguing Beverly and stood right in front of you. “She’s probably just here to bully us, just like your brother. We don’t want you here, Y/N. Go home to your fake friends and your fucking dumbass idiot brother, and bother someone else, bitch.” He spat, and the group gasped. Richie was known to be blunt, but this was straight up rude. You were sick of it, but you weren’t going to fight. A tear slipped down your face, knowing most of what he said was the brutal truth.

Not many people would be honest with you, ever, because they were scared if they’d hurt you, Henry would hurt them. You two were very close growing up, but you stopped talking to him altogether when he started bullying kids. You tried to stop him many times, but you were shooed away. Still, people failed to treat you like a person, because they were scared of the things he could do.

“You know, Richie. I admire you.” You said, smiling sadly. This took him completely by surprise, him even taking a step back. “What?” He asked, confused. Clearly everyone else was curious, too, as they all moved in closer. “Not many people would be brave enough to stand up to me, especially not people who my brother typically target.” You said, wiping a tear. “I admire your bravery and wit. I’m sorry for everything my brother put you,” You paused, looking around at the rest of the group. “all of you, through. I hate how he treats you all, you’re all such great people, and an amazing group of friends. I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda jealous.” You finished. The group was silent, Bev coming and giving you a quick hug.

“W-well, Y/N, w-would y-you want t-to s-stay?” Bill stuttered, and you smiled. “It’s alright, I don’t want to intrude.” You insisted, going to grab your bike. “Wait! I’m sorry, don’t leave. I’ll let you push me into the water!” Richie shouted, and you turned around, eyebrows raised. “You want me to feel better about you being mean, or you too scared to jump in yourself?” You teased, and Eddie, Bev, and Ben all laughed. Bill and Stanley refrained themselves, but were smiling. “I like her!” Eddie exclaimed, excitedly. “Please stay!” He said, pulling a ‘puppy-dog’ face. “Okay. Who can say no to that face?!” You exclaimed, earning a chorus of laughter from the group and Eddie’s cheeks to heat up.

You quickly threw off your dress, leaving you in your undergarments. Beverly copied you, and you two silently agreed to jump together. The boys gawked, and you only laughed at them. You grabbed Bev’s hand, running off and jumping without hesitation. “Holy shit!” You heard Richie cry, and you laughed as you disappeared under the water. The boys followed suit, and you were all splashing each other and enjoying the warm summer day.

That day, you (as well as Bev and Ben) became official members of the Loser’s Club. You finally met your best friends, and you were a proud loser. As soon as Henry learned that you began to hang out with the losers, he immediately shut you out, not that you really minded. You spent most of your time out of your house, mostly with the losers. You had finally escaped your brother’s shadow, and you couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends.


So, about that break, heh…

Well, after receiving some amazing fanart and lovely words from all you wonderful people, it honestly made me feel great, which…I haven’t really felt in a while, I won’t go into any detail but like…holy hell, folk actually really liked my content, what. 

And so…writing is going to be my way of thanking you all.

Once again, this story is based on the 2D Bendy AU created by the wonderful @shinyzango. I can’t recommend checking out her artwork highly enough, it’s pretty damn amazing. c:


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Ouat Con Chicago 2017 - Lana’s Panel
  • Lana loves playing the duality of Regina (x)
  • “I don’t scare you do I?” Lana says as the little girl runs away. (x)
  • Regina is very happy that the EQ is with a version of Robin (x)
    • Lana thinks Regina is not jealous or envious of EQ and wish realm Robin. She’s come a long a way and is content with who she is. (x)
  • Lana thinks Regina and BauervanStraten would love it if Regina was Lily’s other mom. (x)
  • Lana has talked like a good 2 min about a little girl farting next to her at a 21 pilots concert and I am dyinnng (x
  • Aww, Lana loves Jared like her son (x)
    • Lana said Jared is her heart, like her own son & that they used to have sleep overs at her house w/him & his sister to practice (x)
  • Lana took off her jacket and everyone started screaming and she goes “I’m not stripping! There’s children in the audience” (x)
  • Lana stole a bra from jcpenny when she was 17 (x)
    • Fan: “Thank you for being a good influence on me growing up ..” Lana: “OKAY! But I stole a bra!” (x)
  • Lana: “I don’t know where Henry lives but hopefully not with Violet, she needs to get her claws out of my son” (x)



Best Damn Bachelor Party

Commiserating over the traditions of bachelorette and bachelor parties, Emma and Killian end up having their own celebration on the eve of their wedding. A little bachelorette/bachelor party one-shot on the eve of the Captain Swan Wedding! Thanks to @like-waves-on-the-beach for the last minute read through and writer support! Thanks to @lizzyc807shipscaptainswan for the writing challenge prompt and invitation to all to participate.

Rated M - If M is not your thing, read NO further


ffnet   ao3


“A what?” Killian asked, looking as befuddled as he had when Henry had congratulated him on their Wookie prisoner gag.

“A bachelor party,” David and Henry repeated in unison.

The three most important men in Emma Swan’s life sat together at a corner booth in Granny’s discussing the plan of action for tonight.  It was the night before David would walk his baby girl down the aisle, the first rite of passage he would get to experience as Emma’s father. It was Henry’s last night before officially having a stepfather, and seeing his mother marry the love of her life. And it was Killian’s last night as a bachelor, although he didn’t quite see the importance of celebrating his single status.

“Why on earth would I celebrate being a bachelor? I’ve been a bachelor for lifetimes. I’ll be a married man tomorrow, now that is something to celebrate,” Killian exclaimed.

David’s heart swelled a little bit at the happiness that Killian exuded, knowing that this reformed pirate was going to be the absolute perfect husband for his daughter. “Well, that’s just it, a bachelor party is one last hurrah, one last celebration as a free and single man.”

“And as I said, what I truly wish to celebrate is marrying Emma. So why don’t we have an ‘I’m getting married’ party instead?”

“You want a wedding shower?” David smirked.

“Aye, I quite like the sound of that. Now, just what does a wedding shower entail?”

“Jesus Christ, Hook, it was a joke. Wedding showers are for women… for the bride to be, not the groom!” David explained, exasperation at his future son-in-law coloring his tone. The blushing groom, he thought.

“Oi, mate, no need for sarcasm,” Killian shot back. “I don’t know everything about your realm. If it is a bachelor party I must have, then so be it.”

“Alright!” Henry pumped his fist into the air. “So what’s the plan fellas?”

David’s eyes about bugged out of his head at his grandson’s assumption that he would be at the bachelor party. A celebration among men. “Whoa, Henry, I’m not so sure your mother would be on board with you being at a bachelor party.”

“Gramps, we live in Storybrooke, it’s not like there will be drugs and strippers.”

David was speechless as he tried to pick his jaw up off the floor. Why was Henry even saying the word stripper? How did he even know about strippers? And drugs? He’s growing up too quickly, David panicked, now he positively felt like a grandpa as the need to keep Henry young and innocent surged through him. When he looked at Killian, the grin he saw on the pirate’s face wasn’t what he was hoping to see. He narrowed his eyes at Hook, as the man made eye contact with him, eyes filled with mirth no less. “What are you teaching my grandson?” David asked accusingly.

“I’m a pirate, Dave, not a man whore,” Killian deadpanned. He didn’t hold it against David, it was easy to blame a pirate, especially in uncomfortable situations; like when your grandson mentions naked women. Killian tried to school his features as he was having a hard time not bursting into laughter over the prince’s outrage.

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I thoroughly enjoy the continuing line of “Emma Swan has the diet of a six-year old with no supervision at a birthday party”.

Because really. She likes grilled cheese and onion rings. She reaches for the root beer first. She makes popcorn with melted malt chocolate balls mixed in. As a specialty.

Henry clearly takes advantage of this by eating PopTarts for breakfast. Clearly the morning we saw in New York City Serenade was influenced by Regina’s magic memories, because I can see Regina being the one to get up and make a wholesome breakfast for Henry before he goes to school. Emma? PopTarts.

Charming coming over and making breakfast makes so much more sense, aside from Charming family feels. He and Killian eventually learn that the other is also horrified by Emma’s diet – “How have her teeth not fallen out of her head?!” “She turns her nose up at a perfectly good mackerel breakfast!” – and they slowly try to replace things in the house with healthier alternatives.

Emma takes a week to realize, then doesn’t throw it all out (because she remembers what its like to have nothing) but she definitely buys new sugary crap and puts “If you throw this one out I will find out and I will hurt you” notes all over them.

It gets less subtle. Killian switches her Cocoa Puffs with a bowl of grapefruit one morning when she’s refilling her coffee. Emma eats both, trying not to make a face as the two flavors clash.

Bear claws are replaced with bagels at the station.

She retaliates by switching his rum for water, like she’d threatened to.

Charming makes giant salad-based dinners for Sundays. Henry picks at it. Emma eats his tomatoes but picks out everything else around the grilled chicken.

Snow rolls her eyes at the lot of them and makes sure to put extra cinnamon on Emma’s hot chocolate the next time they have a mom-daughter sit-down.

The Marsh Gang Headcanons

So someone said “lol what if Beverly were in charge of the Bowers Gang”. Naturally I was restless. It’s 11:00 here and I’m full of ideas.

  • So at some point Henry choses Beverly to bully next.
  • They vanish and Vic and Belch wait anxiously for the outcome. But Henry doesn’t tell them.
  • He buys her a drink and makes sure she gets home safely.
  • Somehow, Beverly Marsh won Henry’s respect and idolisation.
  • Belch is happy to make friends, especially because Beverly’s so nice and makes him feel good about himself.
  • Vic doesn’t really trust her at first, thinking she must be blackmailing Henry, then the truth comes out.
  • Henry was gonna beat her up (naturally) and she quickly asked if the rumours about Butch were true.
  • Henry was so shocked he couldn’t speak for a second.
  • She went on and said that she understood what it was like and that her dad was horrible too.
  • She said that it wasn’t his fault and he would grow.
  • She reminded him it wasn’t his fault and he wasn’t his dad.
  • He broke down and hugged her tightly.
  • So once Vic finds that out, he warms up to her too.
  • Bev’s good about Vic’s identity issues. She helps him get his hair in a nice cut and lets him try on one of her dresses in secret.
  • Belch and Beverly are the kind of people who race rubber duckies across a stream and make a full day out of it.
  • Vic and Henry don’t really care but their buds are having the time of their life.
  • Then Patrick comes along.
  • Now, in the normal timeline Henry is angry and vulnerable. While Vic is his lawful conscience and Belch is his good conscience, Patrick is the embodiment of everything bad and evil.
  • (but we still love him because emotional complexity and Owen Teague’s everyone’s senpai)
  • Henry’s too weak to stop the influence and before he can help it, Patrick does The Thing that makes him break and adds to his descent into insanity.
  • In this au Beverly takes one look at him and says

“Bitch, I’m not taking your sadistic ass you are a 🅱️ad influence. Don’t evr talk to me or my three sons again.”

  • Patrick tries to give them a hard time, but he doesn’t really know how to hurt or to advance himself without being on the inside so he gets kicked out.
  • Patrick’s too hardcore for the Marsh Gang
  • It’s like they’re still introverted and mean but they don’t attack anyone first?
  • Henry’s really intimidating and gives people a hard time for being mean to kids, but he’s not nice to anyone but his buds so

“yeah, you better run! That’s the last time I better see your fucking ass shoving kids around!”

“Henry, th-thanks for helping me!”

“Don’t fucking talk to me Kaspbrak.”

  • Belch gives piggy back rides to her and she loves it, giggles so much.
  • Vic and Bevie gossip about boys when the others aren’t around.
  • “Yeah but Henry’s so hot I would literally let him stab me.”
  • Beverly’s dangerous.
  • She gets quiet and her voice is laced with something dark and jaded. She’s gone through too much and it made her a badass.
  • She actually treats them like her children.
  • She’s technically like eight inches shorter than them and small but she still wraps her arms around them all at once and tells people to stay away from her boys.
  • And they they protect her because they love her.
  • Belch calls her mama bird.
  • Henry’s got that mother figure he needed.
  • Vic gets the femininity he was denied before.
  • And just for now, the world is lovely.

dank-underwood  asked:

I'm very interested in the books and texts you take with you, as the quotes you use are interesting and insightful. Got any recommendations?

Hey! I love this question, thank you! Reading is a huge part of my walking. The two go hand in hand in my opinion. Books are the best form of entertainment you can have on the road because they never run out of battery (don’t get me wrong though, I love listening to music, podcasts, audiobooks, and lectures when I walk too). Books help with the boredom and loneliness that comes with being on the road too. Also, when you walk you think a lot which makes you want to read about the subjects you are thinking about. 

To narrow down my response I will give you my top 10.

1. Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Nietzsche. (My favorite!)

2. Erring by Mark C. Taylor (Also my favorite!)

3. Somebody Else by Charles Nicholl (An awesome book about Rimbaud’s later years)

4.  A Philosophy of Walking by Frederic Gros (The essay on Rimbaud is one of my favorites)

5. Wanderlust by Rebecca Solnit (A history of walking.)

6. Moby Dick (Amazingly good, so deep.)

7. Don Quixote (He is my Hero)

8. The Count of Monte Christo (One of the best adventure and revenge stories ever!)

9. Tropic of Cancer and Capricorn by Henry Miller (Henry Miller is one of my greatest influences)

10. Even Cow Girls get the Blues (Such a fun book with a lot of wandering philosophy in it and praise of the wandering life. 

Kaidan Week Day 2 & 3

I was late for day 2 so I’m combining them both into one. Because I can!

Alliance Training & Friendships

There were few things that Kaidan could imagine that were worse than BaAT, but hell if this wasn’t making a good effort at it. Three weeks into the hell that was boot camp and he almost, only almost, regretted his decision to join up. To find a way to atone, to be better, to do better. The thought of joining up, making a difference, hopefully saving lives more than taking them, that had drawn him to the Alliance.

His father’s influence was there, sure, Henry Alenko’s tales of his exploits and explorations danced in Kaidan’s head as a boy. There was also the lingering image of a knight rescuing a damsel in distress, the romanticized hero that still clung to him as well.

Mostly it was a desire to do good, make a difference and find satisfaction in the work he was doing. Kaidan truly hoped he would find it here, if he survived that is.

Ignoring the ache in his side and the gnawing hunger in his belly, the young biotic pushed through exhaustion and lurched into a lumbering jog. He had never considered himself out of shape, in fact he had thought himself quite athletic, especially after BaAT, but he was quickly learning that there was a difference between being “fit” and being Alliance fit. Today was the first day they were wearing armor, the previous cardio done in light and breathable Alliance regulation PT gear.

Running in shorts was a night and day difference than running in armor. It chafed, everywhere.

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welcometotheplanets  asked:

About your post concerning Henry being Elizabeth's fave child... how do you know that? :)

It’s something that’s been inferred from the surviving records by scholars. Elizabeth left little in the way of her personal feelings, but her actions and the related information and Henry VIII’s own words indicate that she and Henry were very close. She never said (that we know of) he was her favorite child but it becomes evident when you examine both of them.

For some examples: she made sure his wetnurse’s meals were checked for poison (an understandable protective measure when you consider the disappearance of her young brothers combined with the fact the Tudor dynasty was not expected to last five years); she taught him to read and write personally; kept him in the nursery WELL beyond when he should have been given his own household; I’ve read Henry VII groused at her that she spoiled him; among other things. She also spent most of her time at the royal nursery with her children (excluding Arthur), so it’s clear she adored her kids and being with them.

By far, it would have been easier for Elizabeth to bond with her second son versus her first; she didn’t get to raise Arthur in almost any capacity that we know of. She had more influence over his marriage than Arthur himself it would appear, and that was trying to make sure Catherine of Aragon was prepared to be his bride and provided the tools to adjust to her adopted country. Prince Henry, meanwhile, was described in a dispatch as being part of Elizabeth’s sphere/world; Arthur was in his father’s.

She had a great deal of influence over little Henry, enough so that Starkey believes she may have deliberately raised him in the way of a York. At the very least, Henry VIII (in his early days, I stress) had quite a lot of reverence for his York bloodline – besides his kindly treatment toward his York relatives, he positively idolized Edward IV and loved to hear about him and be compared to him. I think this most probable to have been due to stories his mother must have told him about his grandfather. Certainly, his father would not have much good to say of his grandfather, while Elizabeth was remarked upon as very close to her family.

Furthermore, Prince Henry was positively crushed upon her death and – in my opinion – very well may have grieved more than his father. In a letter to Erasmus four years after her demise, he called her death the ‘most hateful intelligence’. There is also a manuscript of him sobbing inconsolably on her empty bed. The latter is very unusual for royalty – his grief at the loss of his mother must have been very strong to be depicted by a contemporary – as well as very moving.

Add this to how Henry would get visibly extremely emotional in public when his mother was spoken of. He got so choked up when someone related a story of them many years later that he rushed out of the room. Another time, he said his mother was the kindest and most beautiful woman he had ever known. By contrast, I can’t recall Henry having spoken of his father, except at the beginning of his reign?

I find their relationship incredibly endearing – it’s rather clear to me that little Henry was the light of Elizabeth’s life and very likely the person she loved most. It’s very sad she didn’t live longer.

On a side note, I wonder if she commissioned this baby portrait of Henry. (From all I’ve read, his father seemed distant to him as a child and I don’t see why he’d desire such a portrait that strikes me as much more personal rather than dynastic propaganda.)

anonymous asked:

ive been watching your scenes to rewatch and ive been crying at literally all of them. out of curoisity, what are your favourite ouat scenes? either sq or general? also side note, i love your latest fic, such an interesting premise. i get so scared every time someone says an order and emmas forced to comply, that scene with the trolls had me on edge. and the fact that cora must suspect something about emma now - im so scared but excited ahah :D have a nice day :)

OH I super dropped the ball on those omg, i have so many others!! but i haven’t been able to rewatch in a long time, it hard 😩

of course i LOVE almost every swan queen scene!! it’s hard for me to pick favorites because nearly every one pings something else inside me omfg. I don’t think there’s a single sq scene I couldn’t write an essay about WHOOPS. so lemme try to answer this with just some of my favorite non-sq scenes 😅

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If The Worst Happens

Prompt Summary: Robin and Regina are trying to figure out who would take in then kids if they die when Henry says that he’s taking care of his brother and sisters.

FF.net link.


“What are godparents?”

Regina pauses, the knife in her hand going still mid-swipe as she cuts up Clarissa’s chicken. She looks toward Roland in surprise as he stares at her from across the table, his brown eyes brimming with innocence as he waits for an answer. She looks over at Robin and sees he’s just as much thrown off guard by the question as she is.

It’s Henry who finally answers him.

“They’re the people who are supposed to take care of you if your parents die,” he absentmindedly answers as he continues to stealthily text from beneath the dining table. Regina’s eyes whip toward her elder son, silently trying to convey her displeasure at his nonchalant tone. Her reaction goes unnoticed.

“Oh,” said Roland, his eyes going wide with understanding. Curiosity satisfied, he simply shrugs his shoulders and goes back to eating his green beans.

His parents, on the other hand, aren’t left so relaxed. Locking eyes they have an intense silent conversation that ends with Robin clearing his throat and turning to his son. “Why do you ask Roland?”

“Because at school Freddy said that he had godparents and I didn’t know what they were,” he answers.

“Oh. Okay,” says Regina nodding her head, still a bit thrown off.

Another moment passes before Roland pops an even heavier question. “Do I have godparents?”

Regina locks eyes with Robin and sees the answer written clear across his face.

And so begins the longest argument they’ve ever had.

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The Signs as Famous Kings pt. 1 (Fire)

This is the continuation to “The Signs as Famous Queens” which was uploaded on the blog sehn-sucht (Rike’s 2nd blog). Again our decisions are based on the signs as we know them and a more traditional view but we were also influenced by films or tv-shows due to the lack of information on some kings.
-May, Nele & Rike

Aries - Henry VIII, King of England (1509-1547)
Henry was known for his good looks and intelligence. The death of his older brother Arthur required him to learn quickly about the duties and responsibilities of kingship and many were impressed by his presence. This King was a man who enjoyed himself. He dressed extravagantly, loved eating and drinking and lived beyond his means. Although he was an extreme egoist, having more interest in his personal desires than public policy, he possessed strong political insight. Henry loved any kind of sports but his love for food grew bigger as he grew older. So he ended up becoming unbelievably fat. Today Henry is also famous for his passionate or rather volatile relationships with his six wives.

Leo - Cyrus II the Great, King of Persia (559-530 BC)
Cyrus was the founder of the Achaemenid Empire, the largest one the world had seen yet. He is remembered as a tolerant and ideal monarch who was called the father of his people by the ancient Persians. The Bible portrays Cyrus as the one responsible for freeing the Jewish captives in Babylonia and allowing them to return to their homeland. Moreover he promised not to force any person to change his or her religion or faith. Cyrus was tolerant and magnanimous as well as brave and daring, which is why he was honoured as a dignified and righteous king. He is well recognized for his achievements concerning human rights which even influenced the U.S. Constitution.‎

Sagittarius - Louis XIV “The Sun King”, King of France (1643-1715)
Louis’ reign lasted for 72 years, longer than that of any other known European sovereign and is associated with the greatest age of French culture and art. He loved food, hunting and sex and mastered fencing, dancing and horse-riding. Hereby he had a high opinion of himself. As a private person Louis was reserved, secretive but furthermore polite and open-minded at ceremonial display. He showed great loyalty to servants and friends. However, he desired personal glory and precious belongings so that he could afford a prestigious life, which caused a series of wars.

theblackclowreed  asked:

This is so completely random, but you're very probably the only Batfam Stan that also loves the Superfam and knows the various members of both families. I was wondering, in your mind, which members of the Superfamily match up with which members of the Batfamily? Like for instance, I've always firmly believed that Linda-Mae matches up with Dick, while Karen goes with Helena. As far as Babs goes, they share her.

If I’m reading you correctly, you’re asking who roughly inhabits the same spots in the Superfam that the Batfam has, yes? It’s really a fascinating question because I think there are lots of comparisons to be made, but it’s also interesting because of the ways they don’t line up perfectly. Like there’s a big difference in their structure just by the fact that Lois is the clear matriarch of the family and almost none of the Superfam have been without a relationship with her. So getting comparisons for some positions does tend to get a little fuzzy. So, I’m just going to go through the family one by one, starting with the most obvious which is Clark and Bruce. 

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anonymous asked:

I find it very telling that H8 later threatened Jane Seymour by implying Anne's downfall was due to her meddling in politics and not the more personal crimes she was put on trial for. Do you think this is the slip of a guilty conscience or that Henry was just trying to save face by this time?

yeah, it’s very interesting. i know a lot of people disagree (and i’m not saying he wasn’t cruel before the accident), but i really do think that jousting accident in 1536 caused some possible…damage to him. i think after it he was more paranoid than he had been before. he had had an accident before that (in the 1520s, iirc) that left him with frequent migraines and headaches for years after, so i think it’s possible the 1536 accident exacerbated the effects of the former as well.

the theory that it was because of her involvement in politics partially is one ives supports (although he thinks cromwell played a bigger hand in it than henry), as well as gareth russell (he believes she was born in 1507, and that given that; her age suggests something more sinister than that she was getting near too old for childbearing):  

“At 28, Anne Boleyn was still undeniably in her childbearing years. Yes, she would have been at the tail-end of them by Tudor standards, but she would have had at least four or five more years before she was considered infertile, and so the idea that it was just her “failure” to produce a son which led to her death in 1536 suddenly becomes a good deal less convincing and the idea that it was her husband who orchestrated her monstrously unfair death becomes infinitely more likely.”

it could have just been a ‘don’t forget you could be replaced’; i’m honestly not sure. here’s what the book i got it from says. 

‘A claim that Anne had died for meddling too much with state affairs would serve as a warming to Jane to cease and desist. Of course, the claim would not actually mean the meddling with affairs of state was the reason for Anne’s execution. Yet Henry’s bringing it up when Jane asked him to restore the abbeys would not have been accidental, for it now can be said that Anne was opposed to the despoiling of the religious houses.’

it’s hard to know what a historic figure felt, but there a few things that may suggest guilt:  by Good Friday 1539, “’he was able to take part in that strange pre-Reformation liturgical rite of ‘crawling to the cross’’”, despite the significant pain and injuries he was suffering from at the time (but then, this could mean nothing– one of the deepest ironies about him creating the church of england is that he was a deeply religious man, devoted enough to the church to be named ‘defender of the faith’, even). he kept items of anne’s in his inventory, and she was referred to as ‘the late quene’ in documentation

and before his last days, there was this exchange:

It was thought also imperative that a man have time to prepare his soul and so Sir Anthony Denny undertook the perilous task of warning his master that ‘in man’s judgement, he was not like to live’ and should remember his sins, ‘as becometh every good Christian man to do’. Henry responded by saying that he believed that Christ in all His mercy would ‘pardon me all my sins, yea, though they were greater than can be’”

sometimes i find myself wondering if some of his actions in his nadir years were influenced not only by dynastic pride but also possibly masochism: 

‘In March 1544, the ulcers on Henry’s legs flared up yet again, confining him to bed with a fever. The royal doctors urged him not to personally lead the 42,000 English troops then being assembled for the Anglo-Spanish invasion of France and his ministers flapped about in the same cause, ever fearful of provoking another of the king’s rages….. The practical and realistic Chapuys urged his imperial master to intervene to persuade Henry against taking to the field of battle, with all the discomforts and inconveniences of campaigning. The emperor sent a special envoy who ‘found Henry so determined upon the voyage that he dared not try to dissuade him’. Once again, with a grim fortitude, Henry recovered and in early June wrote to his ally, promising that he was sufficiently well to embark for Calais ‘where he would resolve whether to go further’. ’ 

of cromwell henry said: ‘on light pretexts, by false accusations, they made me put to death the most faithful servant i ever had.’ how does this tie in w/ anne, i wonder? was cromwell the orchestrator of her downfall, acting as part of a conservative faction, with no influence from henry, as ives suggests? or was he behaving as henry’s ‘most faithful servant’ by orchestrating her downfall at his command?

anyway, sorry. that’s more questions than answers. back to your question: i don’t think it was a slip of a guilty conscience. what i think this encounter demonstrates is really, a stark contrast: he honestly respected anne’s opinions during both their courtship and marriage (up till 1536, or earlier, perhaps) and she influenced him greatly. he more than let her have a say, she was actively involved in architecture and design of certain houses, and an incredibly active queen, politically and otherwise– he would let his current wife stick to her sphere (domestic, her ladies, etc.). he was done, basically, with having women/his spouse ‘meddle in his affairs’.  

Henry Rollins of Black Flag, Bon Scott of ACDC, Dave Grohl of Foo Fighters, and Lemmy Kilmister of Motorhead

I’m pretty proud of this, and it’s a good thing too seeing as it’s a present for my dads birthday. All of these musicians are musicians that my dad admires in one way or another, but they also hold significance to me too.
I grew up listening to my dad’s music and in the same way they’ve influenced him, they’ve influenced me too. Just as these legends have lived to create, my dad lives to create, and I live to create.

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Queens of England + Anne Boleyn (1501-1536)

Anne was born in 1501, the younger daughter of Thomas Boleyn, Earl of Wiltshire, and Lady Elizabeth Howard. She was educated in the Netherlands and France, largely as a maid of honor to Claude of France. She returned to England in 1522 to marry her cousin James Butler, but the plans fell through and she secured a post as maid of honor to Catherine of Aragon.

At court, Anne quickly established herself as one of the most stylish and accomplished women and had a number of men competing for her. She sang, played several instruments, danced with ease, and spoke fluent French. She was also remarkably intelligent and quick-witted. Anne was at the center of any social gathering and she reveled in the attention. During this early time at court, Anne entered into a secret betrothal with Henry Percy. The engagement was broken off when Percy’s father refused to support it.

By March 1526, she was being pursued by Henry VIII. Anne resisted his attempts to seduce her and refused to become his mistress as her sister Mary had been. Within a year, Henry proposed marriage and she accepted. They both assumed an annulment would be easily obtained but Catherine’s defiance made it difficult. It became Henry’s greatest desire to marry her and when the Catholic Pope would not annul his marriage to Catherine, he began to split England away from the Catholic Church.

Even before their marriage, Henry gave Anne enormous influence in the English government. She was able to grant petitions, receive diplomats, and give patronage. It became essential for ambassadors to have her approval to have any influence with the king. In 1532, Anne was granted by Henry the Marquessate of Pembroke, an appropriate peerage for a future queen. She became a rich woman and now ranked above all other peeresses. Henry performed the investiture himself. 

Anne secretly married Henry in January 1533 and was likely pregnant at the time. In May, Henry’s marriage to Catherine was declared invalid and the marriage to Anne was made good. She had her coronation in June at Westminster Abbey and was the last queen consort to be crowned separately from her husband. Unlike any other queen consort, Anne was crowned with St. Edward’s Crown which had previously been used to crown only a monarch. The public’s response to her coronation and procession through London was lukewarm.

Before Anne gave birth, Parliament passed the First Succession Act. It made Anne’s unborn child the true successor to the crown by declaring Mary, the daughter of Catherine of Aragon, a bastard. The Act required all subjects to swear an oath to recognize it and any who refused were subject to being charged with treason. In September, Anne gave birth to a daughter, Elizabeth. Three miscarriages would follow and by 1536, Henry was courting Jane Seymour.

In April 1536, Henry began to plot Anne’s downfall with the help of Thomas Cromwell. Men were arrested and accused of being her lovers, including her own brother, George Boleyn. Anne herself was investigated for high treason. In May, she was arrested and accused of adultery, incest, and witchcraft, and sent to the Tower of London. She was tried by a jury of peers which included Henry Percy and her uncle, Thomas Howard. She was found guilty of treason on May 15 and four days later she was beheaded. 

She was buried in an unmarked grave in the chapel of St. Peter ad Vincula. Following the coronation of her daughter, Elizabeth I, Anne was venerated as a martyr and heroine of the English reformation. Her remains were later identified during the reign of Queen Victoria and Anne’s resting place is now marked in the marble floor. (x)