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felinecyan · 1 year ago

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Turned Tables

[Toshinori Yagi x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Although being with All Might meant you’d have to be saved twice as much as a regular civilian, it didn’t mean he was completely invincible. Sometimes, he also needed saving, and sometimes, you were the only one able to do it.

WC: 1859

Category: Mega Fluff

My beloved 🥹🥹

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If your future self told you that your life would be filled with the most bizarre, unpredictable situations and involved with the number one hero in all of Japan, would you believe it? Absolutely not.

If you had asked your younger self what she imagined her future to be, you could never have come up with something so ridiculous. The mere thought of All Might being your soulmate would have sent you into hysterics.

But that was then.

And this is now.

You weren't sure how it had happened, and you called it cliche, but you swore it had been a twist of fate that had brought the two of you together. I mean, he saved thousands of people on a daily basis. There was no reason he should have paid attention to you.

He was just doing his job.

It was only chance that the villain that had been terrorizing your neighborhood had targeted you. It was luck that All Might had just happened to be passing through when you found yourself staring down the barrel of a gun.

In the end, you were unharmed.

All Might had arrived just in time, disarming the villain and delivering him to the proper authorities.

You had thanked him, of course. Maybe it was your calm nature or perhaps the fact that you had remained surprisingly unshaken during the encounter. But somehow, fate decided that the two of you were perfect for each other.

The second All Might had turned his back to you and begun to walk away, he froze. It was as if the air had suddenly gone stale. All Might felt an overwhelming presence behind him and a voice that seemed to be calling out to him. He hadn't even known that you had followed after him.

He spun around quickly, and the next thing he knew, his vision went white.

When the world came back into focus, he saw you standing there. You were looking up at him with an expression he couldn't quite understand. Then you smiled.

It was like he had been blinded.

And don’t worry, you were the same way.

Your life was a whirlwind of activity after that.

You had learned his true form, not that it mattered much. Toshinori Yagi, or All Might, was still the same man you had fallen for. He was sweet, funny, kind, and everything you could ever ask for in a soulmate.

He did tend to be loud at times, accidentally yelling when he was nervous, and sometimes the volume of his laughter was a little too much, but those were the small things.

You were sure the press would have had a field day with your story. After all, not many people got the chance to date All Might.

It had taken you a while to get used to the sudden increase in popularity. It had gotten so bad at one point that the two of you had resorted to disguises when going out on dates.

Of course, his disguise choices were less than ideal.

You had laughed when you saw the first wig and mustache; it was such a poor attempt at blending in. But you had to admit, his smile had never looked so good.

There was one thing, though. Something you both dreaded and knew was inevitable.

The villains.

All the popularity and attention was a two-way street. You had gained fans, but you had also drawn the attention of his enemies. Most of the time, you could brush it off as if you were some overzealous fan trying to get close to All Might. But every now and again, a villain would come looking for trouble.

Those were the days you worried.

It was a constant concern that plagued both of you.

What if he couldn’t make it in time? What if something happened to him? What would happen to you?

These thoughts always manage to find their way into your mind. Nightmares mostly. The thought of him not making it in time to save you was what you feared the most.

It was a terrifying thought, but that’s what it was. Just a thought. Because he was always there.

Every. Single. Time.

It really made you realize why he was picked to be the symbol of peace. He was the number-one hero for a reason.

Him saving himself, though? Yeah… that was a little harder.

He could handle civilian savings. He could handle villains, and he could handle the regular fans. But the fangirls? That was something else entirely.

One of the things he had never quite gotten used to was their obsessive behavior. They could be rather scary at times. And they were always a bit too… forward with their advances.

Most of the time, it was fine. He was polite and would smile and wave at them, as a hero does. Occasionally, though, he would get cornered.

And today was one of those days.

It had been a busy morning, as usual. There had been a bank robbery, followed by a mugging and an attempted kidnapping.

All in all, just another typical day.

Now, he was making his way back home through the streets of Musutafu. He was looking forward to relaxing, maybe having a nice bath and a nap.

He could use a break.

But just as he was beginning to think he might make it back home without incident, a group of girls spotted him.

"It's All Might!"

He knew what was coming next. He didn't have time for this.

"Please excuse me, ladies," he called out to them. "Duty calls."

But his attempts were in vain.

They weren't having it. He thought he was super speedy, but apparently, he had met his match.

The next thing he knew, a mob had formed, and he found himself surrounded by a bunch of overly excited teenage girls.

"Oh my god! It's really him!"

"He's so handsome in person."

"Can we have your autograph?"

"Hey! Hey, All Might!"

He had barely gotten the chance to say anything.

"Yes, well-" he was cut off before he could continue.

"Can I feel your muscles, please, All Might? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"I'm sorry, but-"

"My sister would be so jealous if she saw me hanging out with you. She loves you, y'know. Can I have a hug?"

He was overwhelmed.

He felt his patience waning. The more they pressed, the further his smile became.

"If you would just-"

He tried again. Useless.

"Hey, hey, All Might! Can I touch your hair? It's so big. It must be soft."

He was completely and utterly stuck. Every second that goes by was a second too long. More girls kept showing up.

It was a nightmare.

"I'm very sorry, but I have somewhere to be."

He could barely get a word out, and he was too exhausted even to move.

"Oh my god, are you blushing, All Might?"

He wasn't. But his smile was becoming increasingly strained. God, they were persistent.

Then, like a light shining from above, he heard it. His savior's voice.

"There you are," you said as you made your way through the crowd.

You pushed your way to the front and placed your hands on your hips. You looked absolutely annoyed.

"What did I tell you about wandering off? We're supposed to meet my parents in half an hour. Do you want to be late? You know how my mom gets."

His eyes went wide, and he let out a nervous laugh. That was a complete lie on your part; your parents weren't exactly expecting you anytime soon, but they didn’t need to know that.

"Right. Right, of course, my love," he said.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. It was amazing how you could find him in a crowd so easily.

He was a good head and shoulders taller than everyone around. His hair made him stand out. And, of course, his booming laughter was always a dead giveaway. But, still, he was amazed at your speed. Sometimes, it feels as though you have a secret radar that lets you know when he's having lady trouble.

You leaned into his embrace, and his strained smile relaxed.

"You’re so good to me," he whispered.

He planted a kiss on your temple. Then, a mischievous grin formed.

"Sorry, ladies, but I have a prior engagement," he said. "Maybe next time."

Since your glare was fixed on every girl that was surrounding you, they finally took in his words and backed away.

"Oh, okay. Yeah, of course," one of them said.

"I can't believe I just met him. I can't wait to tell my sister," another said.

"That was so awesome."

"See you later, All Might."

"Goodbye."

They scattered like a bunch of cockroaches, leaving the two of you alone.

The moment they were gone, All Might's demeanor changed. He let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into a proper hug.

"How do you do it? It’s been decades, and I still can't escape the fangirls."

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him.

"They're persistent; I'll give them that," you said.

He was tired, so you were careful when pulling away. You were sure his exhaustion was due to his hidden condition.

"We should probably get home," you suggested. "You could use a break… and a nap."

"Sounds perfect," he said.

You were just about to start heading home when you stopped. Something about the look on his face made you think.

"Is everything okay, my love?" he asked.

He tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowed in confusion. You could only smile.

"Y'know, you never did answer her question," you said.

"Huh?"

"You know, about the hair. Is it as soft as it looks? Because I've always wondered that myself. I’m always too short to reach."

Laughter flooded the air as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. The smile returned, full force.

"You’ve felt my hair before, darling; it’s all you ever do."

"Yeah, well, I was distracted."

"Distracted, huh?"

"Extremely."

"Well, here," he said. "Feel to your heart's content."

He leaned down so that you could run your fingers through his golden locks. And just as that one girl had guessed, it was incredibly soft.

“I could never grow hair this nice, no matter how hard I try," you mumbled.

"It's a burden, but someone's gotta bear it."

He stood upright and looked down at you, a smile gracing his features.

"Alright," he said. "Shall we go now?"

"Just one second."

"Huh?"

He raised a brow in confusion. But you didn't answer him. Instead, you grabbed the collar of his suit and pulled him down to your level. Close enough, at least.

"Wha-"

You stopped him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. It caught him off guard, but it didn't take long for him to reciprocate.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you slightly. This allowed you to reach his cheek. He was still smiling when you pulled away.

"Now," your voice was on the verge of a whisper.

"Now, we can go."

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secular-jew · 1 year ago

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Fish and Chips’ Surprising Jewish History. Jamie Oliver confirmed it!

You may be surprised to learn that fish and chips, though wildly popular in England for what seems like eternity, was actually a specialty of the Portuguese Sephardic Jews who fled the Inquisition in the 16th century and found refuge in the British Isles. Celebrity Chef Jamie Oliver referred to this recently in an article in the New York Times, adding that, “Dishes evolve, impacted by trade, war, famine and a hundred other forces.”

Among those “other forces” are dishes born of religious ritual. For observant Jews, fish is pareve, a neutral food in kosher terms, thus an easy way to avoid treyf (non-kosher food) and possibly include dairy in the same meal. It was especially important for Marranos, the so-called crypto-Jews, who pretended to be Christian during the Inquisition. They ate fish on Fridays, when meat was forbidden by the Church, and also saved some to eat cold the next day at lunch, to avoid cooking on Shabbat.

Frying was natural for Jewish home cooks — think of latkes and sufganyiot — and as the Jewish community began to flourish in England, it spurred a taste for its beloved fried, battered fish throughout the country. According to Claudia Roden’s The Book of Jewish Food, Thomas Jefferson tried some on a trip to London and noted that he ate “fish in the Jewish fashion” during his visit. Alexis Soyer, a French cook who became a celebrated chef in Victorian England included a recipe for “Fried Fish, Jewish Fashion” in the first edition of his cookbook A Shilling Cookery for the People (1845). Soyer’s recipe notes that the “Jewish manner” includes using oil rather than meat fat (presumably lard), which made the dish taste better, though also made it more expensive.

There’s some dispute about the where and when of “chips” (what we Americans call French fries and the French call pommes frites). Many historians say that deep-fried, cut-up potatoes were invented in Belgium and, in fact, substituted for the fish during hard times. The first time the word “chips” was used was in Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities in 1859: “husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctant drops of oil.”

The official pairing of fish and chips didn’t happen until a few years later, though. Although there are some who dispute it, most authorities say that it is thanks to a Jewish cook, this time a young Ashkenazi immigrant named Joseph Malin, who opened the first British chippy, AKA fish and chip shop, in London in 1863. The shop was so successful it remained in business until the 1970s.

Who could foresee that fearful Jewish immigrants hiding their true religion and practicing in secret would be responsible for creating one of the most iconic dishes in the U.K.? The down-home dish that Winston Churchill claimed help the British defeat the Nazis, the comfort food that George Orwell said helped keep the masses happy and “averted revolution.” The dish, by the way, that was among the only foods never rationed during wartime because the British government believed that preserving access to it was a way of keeping up morale. A dish that continues to be a mainstay of the British diet.

Think about that the next time you find yourself feasting on this centuries-old — Jewish? British? — recipe.

These days, some restaurants are putting a new spin on fish and chips. Almond crusted. Baked instead of fried. Quinoa coated. Sweet potato fries instead of regular. And those are all fine; as Oliver says, “Dishes evolve.” But plain old fish and chips endures and probably always will. Good recipes usually do.

H/T : @scartale-an-undertale-au

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annecoulmanross · 6 months ago

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So I clearly have normal feelings about the John Irving playlist.

This unholy blend of selected lyrics and other scraps is what my brain has been doing for the last several hours. Sources below the cut.

Lyrics pulled from songs off the Irving playlist are colored blue, and Bible verses from the King James Version (KJV) are colored red.

"For the way is straight and narrow," from "You Must Unload" which appears three ENTIRE times on the playlist.

"Enter ye in at the strait gate," from Matthew 7:13-15 (KJV).

Image of a copy of the Holy Bible found by the McClintock Search Expedition in an abandoned boat at Erebus Bay, King William Island, in May 1859, now in the collection of the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich.

Screenshot ("Turn your wolf's ear to me now,") from "The Ladder," the third episode of The Terror (2018).

Screenshot ("or the next piece of counsel,") from "The Ladder," the third episode of The Terror (2018).

"I give you hard felt reliquary," from "Come and See" by Fox Apts.

Engraving from an 1890s broadsheet, captioned "The Cases Containing the Franklin Relics."

"Love is blindness," from "Love Is Blindness," by Jack White.

"Stop staring at the waves," from the musical Swept Away.

"This magnanimity in your sacred Majesty," from Oedipus Tyrannus Or, Swellfoot the Tyrant, a Tragedy in Two Acts (1820) by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Screenshot from "A Mercy," the sixth episode of The Terror (2018).

"Some say I got devil," from "Some Say I Got Devil," by Morrissey.

"Should the ice not clear away," from Lieut. John Irving, R.N. of H.M.S. "Terror" in Sir John Franklin's Last Expedition to the Arctic Regions: A Memorial Sketch with Letters (1881) edited by Benjamin Bell, digitized by Arctonauts here.

"Who shall separate us," from Romans 8:35 (KJV) engraved into the grave of John Irving in Edinburgh, Scotland.

"Now I've left my teeth marks," from "Phantom Of My Organ," by Slowblow.

"Then you die first," from the musical Swept Away.

"Who's seen Jezebel?" from "Jezebel" by Iron & Wine.

"Grave of Lieutenant John Irving, R.N., and Relics of H.M.S. Terror (1847), with a view of Victory Point, King William's Land," an engraving made from a drawing by Henry Klutschak, printed in The Search for Franklin (1897), pg. 51.

"And they went to bury her," from 2 Kings 9 (KJV): 35-37.

"This relic at once identified the grave," from The Search for Franklin (1897), pgs. 53-54.

"'Unto others...' scribed," from "Come and See" by Fox Apts.

"And the flood was forty days," from Genesis 9 (KJV): 17-18.

"A small Bible contained numerous marginal notes," from The Voyage of the 'Fox' in the Arctic Seas: A Narrative of the Discovery of the Fate of Sir John Franklin and his Companions (1859) by Leopold McClintock, pg. 295.

"God, he called for rain," from "The Ark" by Dr. Dog.

Screenshot ("It is no accident") from "The Ladder," the third episode of The Terror (2018).

"Feathered friend, dig up and resurrect me," from "Old Note," by Lisa O'Neill.

#john irving #lieutenant john irving #the terror #the terror amc #terrorposting #franklin expedition #webweaving #christianity cw #SO MUCH christianity lmao #this darling is so fucked up god absolutely bless

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queereads-bracket · 1 month ago

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Queer Historical Fiction Book Bracket: Round 2A

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

The Radiant Emperor duology (She Who Became the Sun, He Who Drowned the World) by Shelley Parker-Chan

Endorsement from submitter #1: "extremely nuanced portrayals/discussions of gender and sexuality within the relative historical context; very primarily historical, secondary genre is arguably more magical realism than straightforward fantasy"

Endorsement from submitter #2: "A cast full of queer characters who do awful things to get the throne"

In a famine-stricken village on a dusty yellow plain, two children are given two fates. A boy, greatness. A girl, nothingness…

In 1345, China lies under harsh Mongol rule. For the starving peasants of the Central Plains, greatness is something found only in stories. When the Zhu family’s eighth-born son, Zhu Chongba, is given a fate of greatness, everyone is mystified as to how it will come to pass. The fate of nothingness received by the family’s clever and capable second daughter, on the other hand, is only as expected.

When a bandit attack orphans the two children, though, it is Zhu Chongba who succumbs to despair and dies. Desperate to escape her own fated death, the girl uses her brother’s identity to enter a monastery as a young male novice. There, propelled by her burning desire to survive, Zhu learns she is capable of doing whatever it takes, no matter how callous, to stay hidden from her fate.

After her sanctuary is destroyed for supporting the rebellion against Mongol rule, Zhu takes the chance to claim another future her brother’s abandoned greatness.

Setting: 14th-century China (1345), Yuan and Ming Dynasties

Fantasy, historical fiction, alternate history, epic fantasy, 1340s, series, adult

The Bedlam Stacks by Natasha Pulley

In 1859, ex–East India Company smuggler Merrick Tremayne is trapped at home in Cornwall with an injury that almost cost him his leg. When the India Office recruits him for an expedition to fetch quinine—essential for the treatment of malaria—from deep within Peru, he knows it's a terrible idea; nearly every able-bodied expeditionary who's made the attempt has died, and he can barely walk. But Merrick is eager to escape the strange events plaguing his family's crumbling estate, so he sets off, against his better judgment, for the edge of the Amazon.

There he meets Raphael, a priest around whom the villagers spin unsettling stories of impossible disappearances, cursed woods, and living stone. Merrick must separate truth from fairy tale, and gradually he realizes that Raphael is the key to a legacy left by generations of Tremayne explorers before him, one which will prove more valuable than quinine, and far more dangerous.

Setting: 1860s in Peru

Historical fiction, fantasy, adventure, mystery, magical realism, mid-Victorian, adult

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royaltysimblr · 8 days ago

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Princess Mary, Queen Consort of Wardenburg (1837-1929)

Princess Mary of Windenburg was born on April 5, 1837, to Queen Mary II and her husband, Prince Charles, the 10th Earl of Statford. She was christened on May 2nd by the Archbishop of Devonshire and given the names Mary Alexandra Maud. Her godparents included her grandmother, Caroline, Dowager Duchess of Rochester, Princess Alexandra of Burgundy, Crown Princess of Weimar (her mother’s cousin), Cecile Statford, Countess of Blythe (her aunt by marriage), Edgar Statford, 1st Earl of Lisburn (her uncle), Crown Prince Albert of Weimar, and King Alexander Gustaf II of Vasa.

Mary spent her childhood in several royal residences, including San Myshuno Palace, Verdun Palace, Windslar Palace, Glencraig Castle, and Statford Castle. She was especially fond of life in the countryside and preferred the simpler days spent at Glencraig and Statford, where the family enjoyed nature walks and horseback rides. She often visited the tenants on the estates with her grandmother, Louise, Dowager Countess of Statford. These times remained some of her fondest memories.

Mary was very close to her younger sister, Matilda, and her older brother, Edward. Mary and Matilda, inseparable from a young age, were often referred to as “the younger pair.” Her relationship with her sister Charlotte was more complex, as Mary grew jealous of Charlotte’s close bond with their mother, the Queen. Despite this, Mary and Matilda were doted on by their older sisters, Odette, Ophelia, and Anne, who took great care in nurturing their younger siblings. Following the death of their father in 1847, Queen Mary II withdrew increasingly from public life and came to depend heavily on her children. The royal household relocated to Glencraig Castle, where they lived in seclusion.

As one of Queen Mary’s younger daughters, Mary was not considered as eligible a bride as her older sisters. Though known for her beauty, her secluded life at Glencraig limited her chances to meet suitors. Initially, the Queen entertained the idea of keeping her two youngest daughters unmarried as lifelong companions, but her elder daughters eventually persuaded her otherwise. Mary was encouraged to consider a match with her cousin, Theodor Penrose, 4th Earl of Osborne, but she rejected him, saying they were better off as friends. She also had a brief romance with Prince Paul of Brindleton, her sister Ophelia’s stepson, but the Queen opposed another Brindleton match.

It was in 1858, at a state dinner, that Mary was introduced to Crown Prince Friedrich of Wardenburg. Seated beside her, Friedrich was immediately captivated by Mary’s elegance and intellect, engaging her in conversation throughout the evening. A correspondence soon blossomed between them, and over the next year, they met six times across Windenburg and the continent. Their engagement was formally announced on the 8th of November, 1858. There was debate about whether the wedding should be in Wardenburg or Windenburg, but Queen Mary insisted it be in her own country. They married on January 18, 1859, at Windslar Palace Royal Chapel. Parliament gave Mary a dowry of 45,000 Simoleons (about 7.1 million today) and an annuity of 13,000 Simoleons. The couple honeymooned at Statford Castle and then moved to Königsmark, Wardenburg’s capital.

Mary's arrival in Wardenburg caused a stir. Relations between the two countries were tense due to Windenburg’s refusal to support Wardenburg during the 8 Weeks War, in which they occupied Brindletonian territories. Many Wardenburgians viewed Mary with suspicion. Her father-in-law, King Albrecht II, and his morganatic wife, Frederica, Princess of Plessenburg, disliked her liberal views. She became unpopular at court and clashed with powerful figures like Chancellor George von Eisenach. However, she was very close to her husband, Friedrich, and had a strong influence on him, which caused tension within the royal family. Despite her rank, Mary found herself mocked by the conservative and xenophobic aristocracy, who resented her influence over Crown Prince Friedrich and her liberal leanings.

Mary and Friedrich settled into life in Wardenburg, dividing their time between the Crown Prince’s Palace in Königsmark and Augustusburg Palace in the countryside. They had eight children: Prince Friedrich (1860–1863), Princess Louise Helena, later Queen Consort of Norden (1862–1938), Wilhelm I, King of Wardenburg (1863–1942), Prince Sigismund (1865–1945), Princess Maria, later Princess Consort of Isenburg (1868–1955), Prince Joachim (1870–1879), Princess Josefina, later Landgravine of Platz (1872–1939), and Prince Waldemar (1873–1958). Their eldest son died of influenza in 1863 during a visit to Windenburg, and many blamed Mary, including herself. Afterward, her trips home were restricted by the King. When her son Joachim died of diphtheria in 1879, Mary became deeply depressed and grew even more protective of her children.

Mary became more unpopular during the 1870s, especially during the Warden-Augustinian War. Her nieces, the Grand Duchesses of Mannheim and Wurzburg, were married to rulers who sided against Wardenburg, causing further criticism. When Wardenburg occupied Mannheim in 1874, Mary helped convince the king not to annex the grand duchy. King Albrecht II died in 1876, and Friedrich ascended the throne. His reign was marked by conflict with the nobility, especially because of his liberal reforms, which Mary strongly supported. Friedrich and Mary often received many commoners at the Royal Palace, strengthening their support with the lower classes. As the nobles turned against the king, Mary became a target of blame. Her Windenburgian background was weaponized against her, and she became more isolated, especially as Queen. During the 1880s, she stepped back from court life, traveling frequently abroad incognito. She often visited her sister Odette in Tartosa and vacationed in the Magnolian Riviera.

Mary’s relationship with her son, Crown Prince Wilhelm-Friedrich, was fraught with tension, largely due to the influence of his wife, Augusta. Wilhelm-Friedrich's education was overseen by King Albrecht, and he grew up with conservative beliefs. Augusta came from a conservative family, the Weimar Royal Family, and quickly became popular at court, overshadowing Mary. The press often fueled animosity between mother and daughter-in-law, and Augusta’s popularity only deepened Mary’s isolation. When Friedrich III died in 1896, Wilhelm assumed the throne and promptly dismantled his father’s reforms, steering Wardenburg back toward autocracy. Disheartened, Mary officially withdrew from court life and settled at Schloss Alexanderhof on the outskirts of Königsmark.

Despite their long-standing conflict, Mary and Augusta gradually reconciled. With Wilhelm frequently away, Mary provided companionship and support to Augusta and her grandchildren. During the First Great War, Mary found herself reluctantly supporting Wardenburg against her native Windenburg. Though privately opposed to the conflict, she maintained a united public front. She exchanged letters throughout the war with her niece, Queen Alexandra II, in hopes of mediating between the two nations. Following Wardenburg’s defeat and the fall of the monarchy in 1918, Mary briefly relocated to the Magnolian Alps. In 1924, her family successfully reclaimed several private estates, including Schloss Alexanderhof, where Mary returned to live quietly as a private citizen. In her will, she bequeathed Schloss Alexanderhof to the state, although her son later contested it.

She remained in close correspondence with Queen Alexandra II and was visited by her in 1929, the final year of her life. Mary passed away from cancer at Schloss Alexanderhof that same year. Her funeral drew many from across the continent, including her surviving children and grandchildren, as well as her nieces and nephews: Queen Alexandra II of Windenburg, Queen Sophie of Tetovo, Queen Mary of Alland, King Amadeus VI of Tartosa, Queen Anne of Magnolia, and Queen Maria of Selvadorada. Mary was viewed as a matriarch of the royal families of the continent during her lifetime. Mary was the last child of Queen Mary II to die, thus marking the end of an era.

Mary and Friedrich had eight children together:

Prince Friedrich Karl Albrecht Augustus of Wardenburg (1860-1863), died young from influenza.

Princess Louise Helena Maria Augusta of Wardenburg (1862-1938), married to King Maximillian II of Norden, had four sons and one daughter.

King Wilhelm I Friedrich Alexander Karl of Wardenburg (1863-1942), married to Princess Augusta of Weimar, had three sons and three daughters.

Prince Sigismund Albrecht George Karl (1865-1945), married to Princess Sophie of Salem, had two daughters.

Princess Maria Viktoria Ophelia Mathilde of Wardenburg (1868-1955), married to Hans Christian, Prince of Isenburg, had one son.

Prince Joachim Franz Oskar Edward of Wardenburg (1870-1879), died young from diphtheria.

Princess Josefina Maria Odette Elisabeth of Wardenburg (1872-1939), married to Philipp, Landgrave of Platz, Prince of Platz-Simmern, had four sons.

Prince Waldemar Viktor Adalbert Friedrich of Wardenburg (1873-1958), married to Princess Anna Christina of Luneburg, had three sons and one daughter.

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mybeingthere · 1 year ago

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Beaded Bracelet of Queen Ahhotep

This beaded bracelet of Queen Ahhotep, which is one of a pair, was found along with other jewels inside her sarcophagus.

Second Intermediate Period, 17th Dynasty, ca. 1560-1530 BC. From Dra’ Abu el-Naga’, West Thebes. Excavation by A. Mariette (1859). Now in the Egyptian Museum, Cairo. JE 4685

The bracelet is composed of 30 rows of gold beads and semiprecious stones (lapis lazuli, turquoise and carnelian), alternating with each other in a special design to form triangles and squares.

The clasp is made out of two gold sheets that slide within each other to close the bracelet tight. The clasps are engraved with hieroglyphs that can only be read when the two gold plaques are closed together: they form the cartouches of the queen’s son, Ahmose, who founded the 18th Dynasty. His coronation name, Nebpehtyre, is given on one, and his birth name, Ahmose, on the other.

Most of the objects found in the tomb of Queen Ahhotep bear the names of her sons, Kamose and Ahmose, the kings that chased the Hyksos out of the country.

The queen played a major role during the war of liberation as testified by the many objects that her sons donated to her grave goods. Some of those gifts were weapons, unusual for a woman’s tomb.

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roscoe-conkling · 26 days ago

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Politician and educator Harvey Gridley Eastman was mayor of Poughkeepsie, New York in the 1870s, and founded the Eastman Business College in that city in 1859 when he was 25 years old. An avid entrepreneur, his interests included home construction, railroad bridges, and water purification systems to name a few. He was cousin to George Eastman of Kodak camera fame. His life was cut short by that scourge of the 19th century, tuberculosis, at age 45 in 1878.

#harvey gridley eastman #poughkeepsie #eastman college #vintage photography #vintage men #portrait #gilded age

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enhasrii · 11 months ago

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NIGHTMARE • JAKE SIM

Pairing: Jake sim x female reader

Synopsis: When someone you love cheats on you, it's like a dagger through the heart, shattering trust and leaving a deep, unhealable wound. The pain is raw, intense, and profound. You never predict you'd ever experience that.

Word count: 1859

Genre: established relationship, fluff, angst, heartbreak au, hurt-comfort.

Warnings: cheating (you'll see), heartbroken reader, crying, kissing, curse words, making out, emotional reader, i think that's it.

NOTE: I hope you all like it :)

PLAY: Hate you by jungkook, Apocalypse by cigarettes after sex

"yeah. I am going to his workplace." You told your best friend who is also your coworker, She glanced at the documents she was holding and nodded.

"Alright. Have fun" She ends her statement with a wink. You scoffed at her, but you could not suppress the chuckle. "You two are so in love; it is both disgusting and admirable."

You laugh at that but agree with her "whatever"

Everyone is aware of how deeply in love you and your partner Jake are. Having been in a relationship since high school, while your friends keep dating different people and have not found 'the one' yet, You and Jake were attached at the hip.

It was your friends' favorite thing to make fun of you two. However, it did not embarrass you or Jake. Their little jabs did not bother you because you two were too much in love.

The world was aware that you two would eventually tie the knot. And you would. You and Jake have already discussed it and even decided that it will be a lavish wedding held in a palace with plenty of visitors to bestow blessings upon you both. Everyone should see the two young lovers getting married to their love of life.

It was 5:48 pm. Your work for today was completed. You were able to leave work early because you did not have a lot of work to do today.

releasing a sigh of exhaustion. You recline in your office chair and stretch a little before getting to your feet.

Following the protocol of presenting your supervisor with your file and requesting permission to depart. After he gave you the go-ahead to depart early, you bow to him.

You bid your coworkers and friends farewell as you depart from your office building. You get into your car and head to Jake's office.

You had not contacted him to let him know you would be visiting. It crossed your mind to surprise him. Then, whenever he finished for the day, you two could head home together.

Going to his workplace without warning would not be an issue because you would know he would not mind and would actually be very happy about it.

You pulled into the parking lot outside his office and parked before entering the large structure. The woman behind the reception desk smiles to greet you; she is aware that you are her boss's girlfriend.

After she confirmed that Jake is in his cabin You enter the elevator and select his floor. The elevator eventually made the sound that signals you have arrived at the floor.

You strolled over to his cabin. There were not many workers present.

You raised your right hand to knock on the door while standing outside the cabin, but you didn't knocked.

You consider simply entering without knocking, and unintentionally, a smile appears on your face as you consider how surprised he would be.

"Shhh.. baby"

The whispering sound that emerged from behind the door makes you frown. That voice was definitely Jake's.

A low moan caught your attention, not anyone's but female's. your hand reached for the doorknob.

Gulping down, fearing the worst, you turn the doorknob and push the door open.

And your worst nightmare came true. Jake was sitting on his chair while a girl was straddling his lap. His arms around her figure and her finger locked on his neck while they were kissing each other intensely.

They both turned in response to the slight sound the door made as it opened. Jake widened his eyes. He pushed the girl from his lap with a swift motion. She staggered but got to her feet. Your gaze was fixed on Jake the entire time.

He got to his feet. He smoothed his shirt with his hand. "Baby" He approached you with a few striding steps.

Your heart gives out.

"Don't." Your voice was nowhere near strong. "You.." you sounded as though you were incapable of speaking. "Why."

Jake looks down, avoiding eye contact. While the girl he was making out with was standing with her arms crossed across her chest, she then huff and walk out of the office. Leaving Jake and you by yourself.

"was I not enough.." It was not a query. You seemed to be conversing more with yourself than with him. Jake let out a sigh.

"That's no-"

"Then Why?" You enquired. Hot tears were burning in your eyes. The idea that he is capable of something like this breaks your heart. He loved you so much. You two were incredibly in love with one another. Then, Why?

It was too much for your heart to bear. You turned to go outside without waiting for his response, tears uncontrollably streaming down your face.

Jake grabbed your arm to stop you, saying, "Y/n. Please."

You spun back around to face him, jerking his hand from your body. Your tearful eyes, now filled with rage, gaze at him.

"Don't fucking touch me."

"Y/n," he said in a now-emotional voice.

"why did yo- how could you do this to me" your wasn't strong. Jake attempted to hold onto your hands, but you prevented him.

"Listen to me-" he was still try to grab onto you.

"I thought you loved me.." Even you were unaware of how you were managing your feelings, your tears. It hurt more than anything.

"I only love you," he said, cupping your cheeks.

It felt as though the last thread had been cut. Your sobs finally made it passed your throat. Eyes red with the tears that were rolling down your face, on his hands. You broke down. In his arms.

Your chest hurt so bad it was intolerable. You feel as though someone is stabbing your chest from inside, and there is nothing you can do about it. Your breathing became labored and the tears continued to fall. Despite your hands pressing against his chest, his muscular figure remained unaffected.

Despite your fist punching at his chest to put some space between you, he persisted in keeping you close. The broken voice of yours cried out, "fucking leave me alone," but he ignored it. "Yo-you do not love me," your voice broken from sobbing so much, and your eyes now closed with exhaustion.

"You do not love me," you yelled. Sweats and tears cause hairs to stick to your face.

"Baby." Jake murmurs. You felt his hands cup your face. His fingers blotting away the tears. His eyes dart across your face in concern. "Y/n, please open your eyes," he said, giving you a gentle shoulder shake.

A gasp came out of your mouth as your eyes opened. You sit straight up. Jake's features show through your blurry eyes. Your red eyes met his worried eyes. His hands are gently pushing the hairs away from your face. urging you to inhale deeply while whispering.

when you have at last gained some composure. Your gaze stray to the familiar surrounding of your shared bedroom with jake. Your home. Not Jake's office.

A moment later, realization struck. Nothing about it was true. what you saw, about Jake cheating on you, betraying you, wasn't true. It was a dream. A bad dream.

A nightmare.

"bad dream?" Jake gently jolted you out of your reverie with his voice. You look him in the eye. His already stunning features are highlighted by the moonlight streaming through the window, making him appear even more perfect in your love-filled eyes.

A tear silently falls from your eyes. recalling how painful that dream was, and how real it felt. Jake pulled you into his embrace when he saw you cry once more. He puts one arm around your shoulder and one around your front. And rest against the headboard retaining your proximity to him. His head rests on yours.

"Jake.." Due to all of the crying, your voice seems a little weak. He made a humming noise. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. Your voice was as quiet as you said, "I.. I dreamt that you cheated on me."

"What?" he said, chuckling slightly at the way your lips pursed a little pout before humming, encouraging you to go on.

"I walked into you k-kissing some girl and I was crying and told you to fuck off but you weren't letting me.. saying 'i love you only'" You describe the dream to him.

"Well, I can agree with that asshole Jake from your dream with this though—I only love you." He said, tightening his hold on you a little, you nod your head.

"I love you so much too. even though it was dream, it felt so real. I couldn't control my emotions."

With his arms unwrapped, he cupped your face in his hands and forced you to sit up straight with him, "I love you way more—but listen to me." He said. staring directly into your eyes. "That was only a dream. I do not want you to experience insecurity after this or question 'what if that dream came true' 'What if he's really cheating on me' You know? That's never gonna happen and i mean it. That's never gonna happen" he said with soft but firm voice. He spoke with nothing but sincerity.

"I know. I trust you. I believe you. I love you" you said. You put your hand on his cheek. You are not aware but jake's heart does a flip at your confession.

"Well, I love you even more," he said with a tender smile.

"ah- no actually i love you so much more"

"Shhh.. i love you so, so much more and c'mere now" he said. You both lay down on the bed with your heads on his chest as he pulled you in closer. "But tell me honestly, please. You are not thinking about "what ifs" right now, are you?"

"No. I'm not. I know you love me" your hand travel up to jaw, your thumb caressing his cheek. "But now that I think about it, it seems silly to be crying over a dream like that." It was safe to say that you were feeling a little embarrassed about the incident that had just occurred a short while ago. "Like, who does that?"

"It's not silly baby. It happens, and I guarantee that everyone has experienced it at least once. You know, that did happen to me once as well. I dreamed that my dog died, and since she is my baby, you can imagine how devastated I was when I woke up," he said.

That was the thing with jake. Talking to him was so easy. With him, you could discuss anything and everything. He radiated the sense of comfort. If comfort was a person it would be Jake Sim. God you love him so much.

"I love you, jake sim." A soft smile forms on your lips. He gives you a bigger smile and, if it were even possible, pulled you more closer to him.

"I love you too, so much more" he says, leaning to press his lips to yours.

NOTE-2: I was thinking of adding "but little did you know.." in the end(lol) but i didn't."

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