the lion's rampant


Ketubbah from Kerala in Kochi, India.

This ketubbah blends visual motifs found across the Jewish Diaspora—a crown, symbolizing the Torah, and the rampant lions of Judah—with the depiction of ten parrots, birds celebrated in southern Indian poetry and folklore.

Mephisto, the German A7V tank captured by the 26th Australian battalion, at Monument Wood, near Villers-Bretonneux, in France, on July 14th, 1918.

At the 5th Tank Brigade demonstration ground, Vaux-en-Amienois,  Australian soldiers inspect Mephisto, a German A7V tank. After being bogged and abandoned on the battlefield it was recovered on 14 July 1918 by the 26th Battalion and the 1st Gun Carrier company, 5th Brigade of Tanks. After been recovered from the battlefield and studied by the Allies, Mephisto was handed over to the Australian War Records Section for despatch to Australia.

Scattered on the ground are elements from the tank’s interior, including a fuel tank and radiator (left hand front quarter) and a machine gun mount (under the rear towing hook). Resting on its end against the crew cupola on the tank’s rear upper surface can be seen the underside of a portion of the tank’s driving compartment flooring. The horizontal bar visible in the photograph is connected to the driver’s steering wheel (on the other side of the plate).

Mephisto was painted with a smiling, red demon, Mephistopholes from German literature hence the name of the tank, Mephisto. Tucked under the arm of the grinning demon was a British tank. 

After its capture by the Allies it was inspected and graffitied by hundreds of British and Australian soldiers. In response to the mocking demon holding a British tank a rampant lion was painted on the side of Mephisto. And sure enough, sitting under the paw of the British lion was the silhouette of a German A7V tank.

Mephisto was shipped back to Australia after the War and came to rest in Brisbane. With the explosion of commemoration of the War due to the centenary, Mephisto - the only surviving A7V tank in the world - has been shipped down to Canberra and is now on show in the Anzac Hall at the Australian War Memorial.

How stands the glass around for shame you take no care, my boys, How stands the glass around
Let wine and mirth abound.

O why, soldiers why
O why should we be melancholy boys O why soldiers why Whose Business is to die

Shoutout to @little-lion-rampant for lending me this lovely idea

As to myself I am in truth yours pour la vie

From Alexander Hamilton to Marquis de Lafayette, 3 November 1782

This quote comes from one of the two letters Hamilton wrote that mentioned Laurens’ death (the other is his letter to Nathanael Greene).

It’s an interesting letter - he writes of politics, his home life - “I have been employed for the last ten months in rocking the cradle and studying the art of fleecing my neighbours.” However he only drops two short sentences at the end on the subject of John’s death.

The letter was written almost a month after the other to Greene. He was likely still grieving, and there was the fact that his closest friend, whom he sent some of his most intimate letters and shared his thoughts and feelings to was now no longer there. I think in this line he was ‘reaffirming’ his friendship with Lafayette, almost. Just look at some of the other relationships he had throughout his life. Many of the people he cared for died or left - it was definitely going to leave him with issues over relationships with other people.

It is also one of the more close letters we have between these two (of the letters we do actually have).

 One of my favourite lines is from this is:  “Is there anything you wish on this side the water? You know the warmth & sincerity of my attachment. Command me.”

minhosparrow  asked:

do you think you could talk about that period of time after the Pevensies' first visit to Narnia and the second? How it must've felt to have been adults - and kings and queens at that - and then having to go back to being children again?

And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 18:3)


Edmund grows very quiet, afterward. He’s not certain that anyone other than Lucy notices—he is not king and judge here, none look to him for counsel. In truth, he’s grateful for it; he hates the sound of his voice now, the still-adolescent whine of it. He sounds like the boy who sold his siblings for a mouthful of Turkish Delight, that soiled and unworthy soul Aslan had saved on the stone tablet. He’s not convinced he isn’t.

You aren’t, Lucy says, when he confides in her one night. She takes his hand, squeezes it. You aren’t that boy, Ed, I swear.

How can you tell? he asks, his voice thin and reedy as a pipe. Lu, how can you tell? What proof do we have?

She has no answer.

Lucy returns to school blithe and full stories, with gentle hands. She is mocked for it—her little drawings of slyphs and fauns torn to pieces, her stories of wardrobes and mermaids and Calormene soldiers scoffed at as the dreaming of Loony Lucy.

Susan finds her behind the school more than once, red-eyed with bruises on her shins. Maybe I should stop, she says quietly. Maybe—maybe they would stop, if I said it wasn’t real.

Don’t you dare, Lucy Pevensie, Susan says fiercely, and her eyes are bright and hard. Don’t you dare lie about what you know is real. We really felt it, touched it, knew it—Aslan was real, we buried our hands in his mane, and he laughed, remember? It was real, because you remember it. We remember it. Once a queen…

She pulls Lucy to her feet, and helps her brush the dirt from her pinafore. They walk home together, gentle and valiant.

(In hindsight, this moment is cruel. Lucy treasures it always.)

The bow doesn’t fit the same way in Susan’s hand—the hand itself is a stranger to her, absent rings and scars, the callouses on her fingerpads. Her drawing arm aches after only an hour or so, a child’s muscles unaccustomed to the archer’s regimen.

Peter comes to watch her, sometimes. He says nothing about the arrows scattered wildly in the grass, and Susan is grateful.

It comes back to Peter in a rush, when his schoolmates pass around their smutty magazines, stolen out from under some older brother’s mattress, the shed their father keeps at the bottom of the garden. The slang seems cruder here, puerile as the boys who spew it and grin like apes. (He did not think he would ever miss the overwrought poetry of Narnia, but he does in this—he longs for talk of fruit and flowers, of the hart and the knight.)

Still, it comes back to him—if he shuts his eyes and stops his ears to the gleeful whispering of his classmates, he can near remember the sound of her voice, the breathless half-gasp of her laugh when he teased her, when she came. He tilts his head back and feels her hand ghost through his hair; he reaches out and he can almost touch her sleeve as she passes.

So he endures, watching hollowly as his schoolmates play at desire, posturing more for one another than any flesh-and-blood woman. When required, he gazes dutifully at their flat pinups with the empty eyes. 

He wishes vainly he could remember her face.

They talk of Narnia only in generalities, hunting and feasting beneath the lion rampant, verdant edging and red-lettered days for war. It was very jolly, wasn’t it? Edmund says once, the forced cheer in his voice making Susan flinch. Peter looks away, wincing as though he had swallowed something unpleasant.

Like a holiday at the seaside, Lucy says, echoing the same horrible tone.

(They have no other language for it than this—or maybe they did, once. All that terror and wonder, the bestiaries and blood. Something more than the whispered, it was real, it had to be real, and the press of each others’ hands.

Maybe Aslan took that too.)

anonymous asked:

Favorite blogs on here?

oh boy where do I even start

I haven’t spoken to @iafayettes and @little-lion-rampant in a while but both of them are absolutely amazing and have great historical content

@hismajesty-kinggeorgeiii is an actual angel and I love her with all my heart

@wolfecalmplusplus is my GoT buddy. Y’all should go drop some drogons into her inbox

@mydearjack loves john laurens & edgar allen poe. need I say more?

@twocentbits MY FAVORITE ART BLOG. HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR ART? G O R G E O U S. (also bonus: they like the beatles)

@favoritefightingfrenchgoth everyone needs to go follow jack (except the preps)

@1776andmylife , @im-tired-ok , @tiny-robespierre , @spacey-e1f are the holy quartet of 1776 blogs

@einstiens they love cats. that automatically makes them amazing.

@cameme-desmoulins my source of the dankest history/literature memes. (part of their username is literally caMEME. what more could a person want?)

@vegetarian-cyclist likes frederick the great and has an incredible art talent. if that’s not perfection idk what is

@ciceroprofacto they wrote song of alexander, a.k.a., one of the best things i have ever read

@sonofhistory huge inspiration for me. I don’t know where the history side of tumblr would be without Presley.











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Lion Rampant

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood

Standing in the shower at the end of a long day working at the kids playgroup, I let the water pours over me and the paint, glitter and glue of the day, wash down the drain. I heard the front door and held my breath, it would either be good news or bad. 
Tom found out today if a much loved projected he had been working on would finally be made, and if it was yes, he’d be an unbearable happy, bouncy bunny. If no he’d have the look of a smacked puppy and be in his basket all night.
The door opened. The tall frame appeared round the door and the light showed the biggest grin EVER!
This would be a long but happy night.
“So are you now going to tell me what you are doing, or is it all still hush, hush and secret squirrel?”
He didn’t say a thing he just undressed slowly, with as much teasing and “look at me I’m hot”, as he could. I’ve have yet to see a man who can manage to take off his socks in a sexy way but there you go. He ended with his trade mark bum wiggle, and then opened the shower door and joined me under the hot water, giving me a big hug.
“Shit! you’re really cold”
“Well do your duty women and warm me up" 
So while my hands and body did the talking, with the help of the soap, he final told me all.
“It’s official, The film will go ahead and I get to Play Robert the Bruce” The grin was huge
“Does this mean Scottish accent, beard and curly hair?” I asked, thinking this with a kilt would be all my Christmas’s rolled into one.
“Yes my lady it does” he said in the lovely Scottish accent of his father.
“Oh do that again” I sighed and let my soapy hands wander a bit further down his body.
“Madam you seem to have me at a disadvantage, things seem to have arisen between us.”
I giggled and carried on my washing, massage, and general enjoyment of my hands going over that firm body and all those lovely muscles and little places I knew made him go Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
“My lady should you carry on in this way I will have to take you where you stand” my hands didn’t stop and his mouth found mine
He moved my body around pushed my back against the cold tiles of the shower wall and with the sound of slapping flesh on flesh and tiles he showed me how rampant the lion could be.

Picture not mine I just played.

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Extremely rare gold Unicorn of James III, struck in Edinburgh, Scotland c. 1484-88

The gold Unicorn was introduced during the latter part of his reign, although the king’s titles and name are absent from the coins of this issue, their place held by a repeated Latin legend, EXURGAT DEUS ET DISSIPENTUR INIMICI EIUS, translating to mean “Let God arise and let his enemies be scattered” (Psalm 68:1). Both the legend and the absence of the royal name may be explained, in part, because of the political rivalries of the day, for James as a young king (age 9 when coronated) exhibited immaturities which caused his alienation from the nobility who surrounded him. He was born during May of 1452. His mother, Mary of Gueldes, commanded his kingdom until she died in 1463. He was never popular among his subjects, and most of his nobles despised him as weak and disaffected. He was much alone. At age 18, he married Margaret of Denmark, through whose dowry Denmark ceded the Orkney and Shetland islands to Scotland.

Despite this marriage, he was effete and preferred his boyfriend, John Ramsey, to his wife, which enraged his nobles. He treated his brothers poorly and was incessantly threatened by Edward IV of England, who had allied himself with one of James’s brothers and invaded his land twice.  At age 36, he was either murdered or died at the end of a battle of rebellion led by his nobles, who had championed and then selected as monarch his eldest son, Prince James.

Impure as these players upon the royal stage may have been, James’s  Unicorn was nearly pure gold (22.5 ct) and in the next two reigns the coin became the principal gold issue, trusted and valued as being of high gold content. This piece was struck at Edinburgh, depicts the mythical beast supporting the royal shield showing a lion rampant on it, and a large annulet appears before the unicorn’s rear hooves. James Stewart may have been less than regal in real life but his golden Unicorn has continued to be one of the most prized of all Scottish coins.

More about Unicorn coins…


they should pay me in gold and pearls,
in chrysolite pears
for every tear I shed


darling darling

stop talking


my miserable mistress
annoyed me greatly;
miss melancholy,
always with a mint lollipop in her bitten puffy pink lips


I was halcyon
and wrote fictiön


a lion rampant in a scarlet crown
and a resilient dandelion succumbing
to diamond claws:
my ringing coat of arms


ah! the milkman exclaimed;
the king put his face in his arms and wept
on the last stair of the stairway of september
folding into the dark

anonymous asked:

Who are some of your favorite blogs on here?

Oh gosh I have so many…I’ll pick out just a few for this, but I have many more;

@sonofhistory - AMAZING blog. WONDERFUL person. Presley is absolutely amazing, they make posts that are so informative?? And their aesthetic?? Their writing? PERFECTION. Great history blog, truly worth following!

@wolfecalmplusplus - Jane is a sweetheart. An absolute treasure. She has done so much for me from pretty much my first ever day on this website. A great and enjoyable blog, and when she makes history posts? Oh golly they’re great!!

@historival - Valarie is so, so kind. Seriously. A ray of sunshine you can always talk to, and she makes some of the best posts I have seen here!! Certainly forth following!!

@0-princess-amelia-0 - A RP/Ask blog for Princess Amelia of the United Kingdom, and honestly? The character is on point 👌 Lucy is a treasure, and she’s my dear soul sister, someone I can talk to and trust. Lovely person, awesome blog.

@babe-regent - Another RP/Ask blog, this time for George IV. This blog always makes me laugh so much - Prinny is so unbelievably well portrayed!! Definitely worth following if you want some regency drama, or a good time over all.

@princess-charlotte-of-wales - Yet again an RP/Ask blog, and as the URL suggests, for Princess Charlotte of Wales. Lovely mun, lovely blog. 👌

@marq-de-laf - Another amazing blog, one that has pretty much been with me and on my dash since the beginning. This time dedicated to Lafayette and his family! They are the sweetest, most helpful person you’ll ever talk to, and have helped me out numerous times!!

@skywing206 - We all love Alex, lets face it. And his art? 👌👌👌

I know this is getting a bit rambly so, lightning round!:

@lordansketil @decadent-empress @theprinceregent @theswisscheese @regency-suggestion @a-royal-obsession @centuriespast @twocentbits @vivelareine @atleastweareallowedcake @little-lion-rampant


October 11th 1297 a letter from Wallace and Moray to the mayors of Lübeck and Hamburg was drawn up, saying that “The Kingdom of Scotland has, by God’s Grace, recovered by battle from the power of the English”.

This is a remarkable piece of history, and I am honoured to have seen it in person when it was on loan to Scotland a few years ago.

The Lübeck letter was first discovered preserved in the Lübeck archives in the 1820s. It was often mentioned in books thereafter. In 1942, Lübeck, on the Baltic coast of Germany, was attacked by Allied aircraft. As a result, the town’s archives, including the letter, were moved to a saltmine for safety. At the end of the war, the Soviet army took the papers east. The archives were later handed over to the archive administration of East Germany, but the medieval documents were not among the records. It was assumed that they had been lost.

In the 1970s Lübeck documents were found in the archives of the USSR. In 1990, after some negotiation, the town’s medieval records, including Wallace and Murray’s letter, were returned to Lübeck where they remain today.

There have been calls for the letter to be returned to Scotland, whereas it would be nice to have it to display in one of our museums I think it is as a piece of Lübeck’s history as ours, and also as recipients of the letter it is rightfully there property.

Originally, there were two letters; one to Lübeck and one to Hamburg. The contents were identical and the letters were scribed within a month of the Scots’ success at Stirling Bridge.

The translated letter reads……

Andrew de Murray and William Wallace, leaders of the army of the kingdom of Scotland, and the community of the same kingdom, to their worthy, discreet and beloved friends the mayors and communes of Lübeck and Hamburg, greeting, and increase always of sincere friendship.

It has been intimated to us by trustworthy merchants of the said kingdom of Scotland that you by your own goodwill are giving counsel, help and favour in all causes and business concerning us and our merchants, although our merits had not deserved this, and therefore all the more are we bound to you to give you thanks and a worthy recompense, to do which we are willing to be obliged to you; and we ask you that you will make it be proclaimed amongst your merchants that they can have secure access to all ports of the kingdom of Scotland with their merchandise since the kingdom of Scotland, thanks be to God, has by arms been recovered from the power of the English. Farewell.

Given at Haddington in Scotland on the 11th day of October in the year of grace one thousand two hundred and ninety seven.

We request moreover that you will see fit to forward the business of John Burnet and John Frere, our merchants, just as you wish us to forward the business of your merchants. Farewell. Given as before.”

Significantly, the letter carries the only known impression of William Wallace’s personal seal, which shows the Scottish Lion Rampant on the front and on the reverse, a strung bow with a protruding arrow. The inscription appears to read ‘William, son of Alan Wallace’, which is interesting in relation to determining just who Wallace was exactly. An Aleyn Waleys – described as ‘tenant le Roi du counte de Are’ – signed the 1296 ‘Ragman Roll’ and he is quite possibly William Wallace’s father.

Another thing about the letter is the fact that Moray is involved with it, Andrew de Moray was, in the North of Scotland every bit as important as Wallace, history tells us that he was wounded at Stirling Bridge and died of his wounds in November so how involved in this was he?, if I had a time machine I would use it to learn more about Wallace and Moray.


Sarah Ferguson, Duches of York’s coat of Arms is that of her father’s, since she divorced Prince Andrew in 1996. The pink ribbon was added after her divorce.

The 2nd from top is Prince Andrew’s Coat of Arms featuring the shield of the arms of the sovereign in right of the United Kingdom. The coronet of a son of the sovereign Proper, a lion guardant Or (gold) crowned of the same coronet charged with a label as in the arms. The quartered, 1st and 4th Gules (red) three lions passant guardant in pale Or 2nd Or a lion rampant Gules within a double tressure flory counterflory Gules 3rd Azure (blue) a harp Or stringed Argent (white). Dexter a lion rampant guardant Or imperially crowned proper, sinister a unicorn Argent, armed, crined and unguled Or, gorged with a coronet Or composed of crosses patée and fleurs de lis a chain affixed thereto passing between the forelegs and reflexed over the back also Or.  The Order of the Garter ribbon.

The motto reads: Honi soit qui mal y pense (Shame be to him who thinks evil of it) Other elementsThe whole differenced by a label of three points Argent, the central point charged with an anchor Azure.

This was Sarah Ferguson’s personal coat of arm while she was married to Prince Andrew (1986-1996). Her family’s coat on the center right and the Prince Andrew’s on the center left, flanked by the Royal beasts, Dexter a lion with the coronet and sinister a unicorn Argent (white). Topped off with the Prince Andrew coronet above it all