I look back on the last months with disgust and gratitude. Disgust because they seem so monstrous, gratitude, because I have lived through the unintelligible, have written against collapse and come out more or less healed.
Robert Lowell, from a letter to Elizabeth Bishop,featured in Words in Air
FMA readthrough - Volume 18, part 5 and fanfiction recommendation
*hem hem* As I was quite distracted by Roy’s looks, I forgot to mention that he was “buying flowers” - of an informant of the Armstrong family. GARDENING HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN IN THE ARMSTRONG FAMILY FOR GENERATIONS!
And now it’s official: Olivier didn’t kid Falman and the rest by saying that she doesn’t care for Roy in person! Well, he is a young, aspiring officer and somewhat a threat if Olivier has any ambitions to rise in ranks. Of course, though she’s not fond of him, she wouldn’t willingly sacrifice him since it’s not her way of operating.
By the way, what’s Riza doing while Roy is chatting and buying a whole cart of flowers?
There’s a mysterious caller. And again, she is terrified. This usually strong woman flinches when she hears the phone ring, so we can only assume how terrified each of us would be when being faced by Pride.
Roy got drunk and bought a ton of flowes. Those are his words, but unlike Riza, we see his face: While we know he had no time to get drunk that evening, his face has a restless expression - he knows damn well what he is doing and does it for one reason: he seems to be worried for Riza even though he has no indication for her being in danger.
Oh I love that scan. First we see Riza sigh in relief. Then we see Roy - he senses that his hunch was right since he hears her sigh and is immediately on it. Lastly, we see Riza. For the first time ever she’s genuinely surprised. She’s surprised that Roy senses that there is something wrong, even though she’s going to deny it:
Me neither ._. Still thinking about how I can preserve the bouquet of flowers for my mother for one day.
Please note how Riza, who was sweating profoundly, is now totally calm. Her face isn’t scrunched up any more. All she needed to hear to calm down was the voice of Roy even though it was just some idle chatter.
And I looove how she needs a hug after the call and draws in Hayate. I bet she would have loved to hug Roy in gratitude at that moment. And again, she is shown to have calmed down - whereas poor Roy is now troubled.
While I’m at it: I found this great fanficiton that takes place at the time those two are separated by Bradley and this phone call reminded me of another phone call in the story.
Please check out Letters from Elizabethbydoyouevenhavetoask! It’s an on-going fanfiction and I usually avoid those out of fear they may be prematurely terminated. But I had nothing to read and took the risk and I love it up until now! Awesome Royai moments which are totally IC!
I wanted to offer this as my prelude or caution! caution! post about my work on AH’s friendships. AH was a prolific writer yet unlike many of his contemporaries, he left no journal or diary, and almost no retrospective essays. Therefore, in examining AH’s personal life - or rather, trying to evaluate AH’s credibility, which is what I’m trying to do - we’re inordinately dependent on his correspondence, and they’re not necessarily telling us what we think they’re telling us.
The obvious problem is that letters don’t tell the whole story of relationships. They are useful, but they require that: 1) the letters survive; 2) the correspondents actually be apart; 3) we’re not missing relevant background from when the correspondents were together.
First, it’s striking just how many letters are missing. Some letters were lost; others were certainly destroyed. Almost all of AH’s personal and non-military correspondence to Gouverneur Morris and Philip Schuyler, which we know from other notes existed, is gone. This is a huge loss of both political and personal information about AH. We know that AH planned to send coded letters containing politically sensitive information during the Washington presidency to Morris; these are gone. We don’t have the letter AH actually sent to his father-in-law explaining his reasons for his resignation as Washington’s aide-de-camp. Letters related to AH’s financial dealings for John B. Church - that may suggest insider trading - are suspiciously missing. By my rough estimate, over 50 letters from AH to Elizabeth Hamilton are missing, and this just based on letters referenced in other letters that we have.
Second, with several of AH’s relationships post-war, the correspondents were infrequently apart. The longest letters from AH to EH are from 1780 and 1781, when they were apart for the longest periods of time because of the war. After that, they are living in the same home and their time apart is infrequent and lasts at most 2 months or so (and very rarely that long). We just aren’t likely to get long, emotionally revealing pages out of that; instead, we usually get updates on travel and health, endearments, and reminders that EH write him.
This also makes the letters misleading. AH writes to wartime friends such as McHenry, Meade, and Lafayette with warmth and emotion that he doesn’t often to a lot of other friends. From this, we can speculate that he feels special ties to them that he doesn’t to others. The problem with that argument is that he was also apart from them much more than he was with other friends.
One person who falls into all three categories above is Nicholas Fish. This was one of AH’s longest and probably closest friendships, and AH obviously had a great deal of trust and confidence in him. Fish was a NYC native whom AH likely first met at King’s College, where the former had moved from the College of New Jersey to study law. They formed a composition and speaking club together (with Robert Troup, Edward Stevens, and Samuel and Henry Nicoll); they enlisted in the militia together in spring 1775, although they go separate ways for most of the war. AH probably personally selected Fish as his second-in-command when he received his own field command in July 1781, and was with him at Yorktown. [Fish later provides both Timothy Pickering and EH with details about AH during the war.] Jumping ahead over a decade, Fish serves as AH’s second in his affair of honor with Nicholson (1795). Jump ahead another decade, and he’s one of the executors of AH’s will. Fish names his only son (born in 1808) Hamilton.
But on Founders, we only have six letters between the two of them, and four are formal letters from the war or about patronage positions or business. One of the two personal letters we do have is missing context. Since most of their lives were lived in NY, they probably did not frequently have reason to write each other long letters. But I also suspect Fish took the opportunity after AH’s death to reclaim his letters. It’s like their close friendship has been wiped clean from history.
We know Gouvernour Morris was asked to help sort through AH’s mess of papers and correspondence in 1807. Considering their roles as Executors, I think it’s very likely Fish, Church, and Nathaniel Pendleton had the opportunity to go through AH’s correspondence. It’s also possible that Robert Troup was involved. We know Pendleton came to be in possession of AH’s documents related to the drafting of Washington’s Farewell Address, because he gives them to Rufus King in 1810 to keep them out of the hands of EH.
In the case of several of the men above, they still had active political careers and were otherwise concerned about their own and AH’s political legacies. The PAH notes that Morris “[had removed from his own collection those Hamilton] letters such as ought not to fall into the hands of those who might publish them.”
So we can see a shaping of a narrative after AH’s death by his friends, and then we get further distortions because of the large number of missing letters. Because we have so little else about AH, letters are enormously helpful, but they paint a very partial picture. Those are my words of caution.
An additional note: it’s interesting how large some of the men above loom in biographies and histories published in the 19th through early 20th century, when these men - and/or their politically active descendants - were still well-known. As time has passed, there’s been a forgetting of these men that has played out in the AH narrative too - AH is now portrayed as nearly friendless in his post-war life, which would certainly come as a shock to Troup, Fish, and Morris, who were as steadfast in 30+ years of friendship as one could ever be, and Oliver Wolcott, Rufus King, and Pendleton, who by every other indication all formed deep friendships with AH after the war. And William Duer, the long-time friendship that AH-fandom historians most wish had been scrubbed from history.
…I can always go off the beam into hallucinations, or lie aching and depressed for months. Maybe it’s just my nature, but one seems to see-saw from a sort of rosy blandness to a blank, bare cracking feeling.
Hello is it true that Elizabeth called Richard her "only joy in the world?"
I believe that is a line out of The Buck Letter. The Buck Letter is considered a document which cannot be relied upon, because it’s origins and the circumstances of it’s writing cannot be verified.
The Buck Letter was a supposed copy of a letter from Elizabeth of York to the Duke of Norfolk. The original letter itself has long since been lost, but George Buck, an antiquarian of King James 1 claims to have seen the letter in the private collection of the Earl of Arundel (probably sometime around 1600). Buck copied down the letter from memory, which doesn’t seem all that reliable.
George Buck’s copy of the letter survived long after the original was gone, however Buck’s letter sustained major damage from a fire during the 18th C, and parts of it are missing or illegible.
Here is what we have left of George Buck’s copy from memory of Elizabeth of York’s letter:
“…st she thanked him for his many Curtesies and friendly …as before… in the cause of… and then she prayed him to be a mediator for her to the K… ge who (as she wrote) was her onely joy and maker in… Worlde, and that she was his…harte, in thoughts, in…and in all, and then she intimated that the better halfe of Ffe…was paste, and that she feared the Queene would neu.…”
Not exactly the evidence you want to be relying on to support the widely discredited theory that Elizabeth of York had romantic feelings for her uncle, eh?
From this George Buck’s great nephew (also, confusingly, called George Buck) attempted to reconstruct his great uncle’s copy of the letter. We aren’t sure what enabled him to make this reconstruction of the letter, had he seen or copied his great uncle’s letter prior to the fire damage? That’s not able to be answered.
In short, my answer to your question is, I don’t know if Elizabeth of York ever referred to her uncle that way, but the evidence we have that she did is extremely unreliable.
Last night’s Reign opened with a pair of bloody hands!
Queen Elizabeth was bloodying up her sheets before the maid came in and the maid did not look like she appreciated it. What a prank!
Okay no Elizabeth was not pranking her laundress by spilling her diva cup all over the sheets, but hiding her pregnancy by faking a period.
Also Lola had arrived in England, and looking styling. Finally a member of the core cast is at English court! Despite Lola’s hopes that she would be able to trade herself for the release of her family, that was not the plan.
Rather, Lola’s family would remain in captivity while she hung out with Queen Elizabeth at court as a “guest.” Lola tried to shout her way out of the situation and guilt trip Elizabeth for holding her hostage and breaking their deal, but unlike Queen Mary, Elizabeth gives no fucks about a guilt trip. Instead William was like “Hey, you want to get moved to the crawlspace? Keep pushing it.”
Mary, meanwhile, was desperate to remain at French court while she looks for a husband because real talk she has run out of options and it’s hard to convince Kings that you’re a powerful ruler staying in the Fantasy Suite of Greer’s tavern.
Narcisse strolled in and threw a lot of shade about French soldiers returning from wars on her behalf needing to get paid. To get that money, Narcisse wanted to marry off Claude ASAP to the richest bidder, luckily one had recently put forward an offer: Duke Bonnell!
Meanwhile Greer approached Mary with some letters to from Elizabeth to Gideon she’d intercepted and deciphered. Greer is essentially the head of the Scottish CIA right now in addition to serving up pints of delicious butterbeer at her cozy ass tavern. But also from these letters Mary learned part of Gideon’s mission was to SEDUCE her!
So she confronted him about this sexy side-mission while he was beating the shit out of a flour bag.
Mary had a cunning plan: how about he actually DOES SEDUCE her?! Or at least, they would pretend to be in love in front of his fellow spy, Jeffrey. Then Gideon could get his daughter freed, have a ton of cred with Elizabeth, and Mary would have her rival in the dark about her motives and huge leverage over the spy working in her service.
Also what else does she have to do in this lonely ass castle where Narcisse is in charge and has gone so power-mad he rounds up the entire royal family for elaborate, impromptu accusations ?
Narcisse and Charles also announced that Duke Bonnell’s gold bridal payment had gone missing, so Claude would be getting married at the earliest possible convenience to this dude, without any input from Catherine. Then he snidely accused Mary and Catherine of being in alliance with each other against him. It’s one of the first times someone outside of Queen’s Club openly acknowledged Queen’s Club and while Mary rolled her eyes and pretended she didn’t know what he was talking about there is very much a Queen’s Club and clearly it was time for an emergency meeting. Catherinea and Mary were both smdh about the King of France getting all Dicks Before Sis and selling off Claude.
Claude was not happy about any of this either I might add.
Beatuiful embroidery on that veil…oh wait, let me digitally enhance…
Yeah Claude was not pleased, though her wedding dress is one of the most gorgeous gowns I’ve seen on Reign and consequently in the world.
Her long, piercing stare at Leith as she road away with her new gross husband was genuinely cinematic.
This episode was directed by Megan Follows aka Queen Catherine and there were several moments like this that were so thoughtfully composed and gave so much space for the actor’s performance to develop and heighten the emotional moments, just amazing job by Megan, she’s a legend in front of the camera and maybe she’s poised to become a legend behind the camera as well.
Also Robin was where Elizabeth was getting her fake period blood.
Robin, where are you getting all this pig’s blood? You know what don’t answer. You know your boyfriend is a real one when you can turn to him for period stuff, like buying you tampons or mysteriously acquiring fresh pig’s blood. Robin was like “this is the last batch, after this we really can’t risk being seen together because I’m suspected of murder and also am about to possibly go on trial for murder if a tribunal says so, so, that’s awkard.” and Elizabeth was like “Ugh I really don’t want to marry someone else and raise your baby with a stranger but that’s what I’m doing I guess.” I mean, these two, have they had even one happy moment together? Poor darlings.
Meanwhile Greer’s sexy pirate lover turned up at her tavern and offered to send her child support (in the form of chests of treasure? Sounds pretty sweet.) Greer rebuffed him, telling him she was looking into an open adoption, though we’d come to find out the situation is sort of less than ideal: her sister and her sister’s husband would raise her baby in a home Greer would pay for, and Greer would get to visit and have to put up with her brother-in-laws twattiness.There was a red flag right away that this shituation was going to be rife with saltiness when her sister was like “Seems like we’re all paying for your mistakes”
I was like…
Greer was like “Um…as in I’ll be paying for your rent? For life? WTF are you talking about?!” Greer, take the pirate money and run!
Meanwhile Mary was trying to stage a fake date with Gideon for Jeffrey’s benefit, and she was pulling it off with all the swagger of a nerdy teen from an 80’s sex romp. There were no candles at the dinner table! And then it started raining!
Mary fled back into the castle crying “BRING THE WINE!” which, relatable, and then Gideon stumbled onto a pillow literally bursting with gold.
The stolen gold from Duke Bonnell had been planted on Mary! And Mary planted one on Gideon.
Then they kissed again to make sure Jeffrey knew they meant it, and then after the second kiss Mary immediately she pulled away and was like “Well, mission accomplished, off you go, see you never!” and Gideon was adorably flustered. Jeffrey wasn’t the only one watching they convinced guys. Do you ship it yet? I cannot deny the Ledgeriness, personally, 9/10 would recommend, PRIME shipping imho.
Less adorable: Claude’s first interaction with her new husband, which included a pop in the face. Claude responded by breaking out all her self defense skills like a badass while screaming “THIS IS NOT HOW YOU TREAT THE ROYAL BLOOD OF FRANCE!” and then screaming “I’M A PRINCESS!!!” as she fled the scene. The emotion in Claude’s voice and the commitment of her physical performance was genuinely exceptional.
As someone who takes self defense classes and is learning to perfect my eye jab, charlie horses and throat punches, I will say that I thoroughly recommend them to anyone interested in moving through the world confidently, and I will certainly consider shouting “THIS IS NOT HOW YOU TREAT THE ROYAL BLOOD OF FRANCE!” when I’m practicing, or when someone invades my personal space on the bus, or if McDonald’s fails to include two BBQ sauce packets the next time I treat myself to some mcnuggs.
Real talk though self defense classes: FUN. Good exercise! And worth it!
Back at French court, Mary confronted Catherine about hiding the gold in her room. Catherine was like okay yes I planted it in your room, my back was against the wall, Mary was like that is a CLEAR violation of Queen’s Club rules, but she let it slide for once, because when Narcisse questioned her about it later (and tore her room apart looking for it) she did not snitch. Even if Narcisse did try to scare her with the disembodied hand of Timothy.
Narcisse also told her to get packing, because he was done with her taking up one suite and half a balcony at Court. Class act, evicting a royal widow, well done.
Meanwhile in England someone added something to the tea.
And moments later Elizabeth was finding a private place to miscarry. Girrrrrrl. Oh man. Elizabeth never gets a moment of happiness, does she? Robin turned up with the disheartening news that the tribunal had declared him basically “not proven” in the murder of his wife. He wasn’t fully exonerated but he wasn’t going through a trial. Bad times, because now he’s forever associated with scandal and Elizabeth’s major claim to the throne rests on the popular support of their subjects. If she marries the guy they don’t ship her with, she’s dunzo.
Of course now she doesn’t have to rush to marry, but also she’s lost the child of the man she loves in the most painful way possible and it’s just been a 24 hour period of non stop body horror. How many bodily fluids does one Queen have to deal with? It’s been a lot, and then William had the nerve to blame the poisoning on Lola. But Elizabeth wasn’t buying it. She knew the Tudor Family fandom was just trying to bully her out of her OTP with Dudley.
“The English Did This To Me” is something I want on a t-shirt and a mug. The amount of feels I have endured over the years due to English period films, mini series and BBC dramas has almost destroyed me. Jane Eyre alone almost broke my mind at age 13. The English did this to all of us, with their moody landscapes and class struggles and proud history of emotionally rich literature, damn it!
Back au France, Bash had picked up Claude off the roads, hitch-hiking to Paris, and brought her and her extremely bruised face back to court.
The bad news: Claude had had a rough night. The good news: she was back in Leith’s arms, he vowed to rise in station until they could marry, and a furious Charles demanded Narcisse be voted out of power as Regent and Catherine elected instead!
Queen’s Club was back on top, and Ctaherine told Mary to stop packing her bags, she could hang as long as she wanted! Everything had worked out for the best, until, PLOT TWIST!
Catherine had set up Claude to get punched in the face so Charles would turn on Narcisse and Catherine would be back in power. I guess once you get used to manipulating your powerful children through pure savage cunning its pretty hard to stop, but also she had effectively saved them. Claude’s fist fight with her husband had saved her from an actual arranged marriage and secured her freedom, Narcisse has proved a power-hungry baddie in the past, if Charles has to be under the thumb of a power-hungry baddie it might as well be his mother.
Finally, when Mary brought Gideon word that his daughter was coming to visit, he got a little too happy, spilled a drink on himself and kissed her.
Gideon had gotten lost in the sauce of their staged date and let himself believe the love was real, but Mary straight-armed him: No way bro. Nope. Nope nope no.
Does the lady protest too much? Is Mary secretly feeling it? You tell me.
We have I think a bit of a break coming up after this episode…but I will be tweeting links to Reign news as I see it. And I am always down to talk about Tudor-era Europe and Mary Queen of Scots and Anne Boleyn at all times of the day or night. HMU!!! And thank you for reading!!!
#100days100women Day 76:
Keumalahayati—Respected & feared Aceh widow protected the Malacca Strait in
Sumatra. Already having a formal
military education, Keumalahayati requested her own fleet when her husband died
in battle against the Portuguese. She also requested that the fleet be staffed
entirely of fellow widows. So yes, afaik, she commanded a fleet of badass women
sailors! Keumalahayati made strong inroads against Portuguese & Dutch,
sinking Portuguese flotillas, killing a Dutch commander & routing his
fleet. When a Dutch ship robbed a merchant of pepper she out maneuvered the
Dutch and negotiated a peace treaty receiving payment for the pepper. When the English arrived they knew
Keumalahayati’s reputation & brought letters seeking a treaty from Elizabeth I herself.
Again Keumalahayati negotiated the treaty.
Seeing a picture of you in today’s newspaper standing in front of a barbecue grilling quail, reminded me that I had never sent you the recipe of the drop scones which I promised you at Balmoral. I now hasten to do so, and I do hope you will find them successful. Though the quantities are for 16 people, when there are fewer, I generally put in less flour and milk, but use the other ingredients as stated.
I have also tried using golden syrup or Treacle instead of only sugar and that can be very good, too. I think the mixture needs a great deal of beating while making, and shouldn’t stand about too long before cooking.
We have followed with intense interest and much admiration your tremendous journey to so many countries, but feel we shall never again be able to claim that we are being made to do too much on our future tours! We remember with such pleasure your visit to Balmoral, and I hope the photograph will be a reminder of the very happy day you spent with us. With all good wishes to you and Mrs. Eisenhower. Yours sincerely
- A letter from the Queen Elizabeth II to President Dwight D Eisenhower, and the attached recipe. (From 1960)