#<3.s.v

[hiddenintheveil]

nominal vs. titular-nominal self-labels

[formulawolff]

"you belong here" - s.v.

pairing: gf!reader x aston martin!sebastian vettel

word count: 1.5k

warnings: (slight) age gap relationship, a little bit of cursing here and there, seb being absolutely down bad for the reader, some (slight) angst, the general public being judgmental, (slight) slut shaming, the drivers being little shits (as always), yadayadayada

a/n: i am a perfectionist when it comes to writing personalities, mannerisms, cadences of words, etc. so if i happened to not do the best job with this fic, please be patient with me!!! this is my first time writing for seb!!! i am open to feedback!!! <3

"okay, from the top. how many drivers are there?"

"twenty."

"nope!" he shakes his head, his lips curling into a smug smirk, "there are nineteen drivers. sorry love, but you were incorrect."

"sebastian," you scoff, rolling your eyes, "you needed to specify if you were included. because if you weren't included, there would be nineteen other drivers. if you were, there would be twenty."

"that's why it's called a trick question," his hand squeezes yours, "your hands are clammy, by the way."

"maybe because i'm nervous?" you counter, "this is my first time tagging along to a grand prix, you know."

"i know," he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing it tenderly, "i'm sorry for being a little pest."

"you're not a pest," your heart swells at the gesture, "i'm just anxious to meet everyone, that's all."

"oh they'll love you," confidence oozes out of his words, "i have no doubts about that."

sebastian vettel, four time world drivers' champion, was your boyfriend of the last year or so. the two of you met online, as you had slid into his dms on instagram after a very intoxicated evening out with friends.

since you had a love for formula one since you were a teenager, you admired drivers such as lewis hamilton, nico rosberg, daniel ricciardo, and well, sebastian.

you weren't quite sure where the love for the sport came from, but you could remember the sleepless nights you spent on youtube, eagerly clicking through racing highlights through various grand prixes. the sleepovers where your friends would be doing makeovers on you or painting your nails as you chattered about all of the driver drama and lore.

so, when you learned that mr. vettel was very single, and very open to the world of dating, you decided to shoot your shot. it took about six or seven drinks, but you mustered the courage to type out those fateful words.

i heard your single. we should change that.

shockingly, you received a response not too long after sending the message.

i believe it's *you're and not your. why should i take you up on your offer? you're a very beautiful woman but i need a little more information before i take you out on a date. ;)

from that message, the two of you chatted constantly, getting to know one another in-between shifts at your job, and his free time between races, press conferences, and training sessions.

eventually, he asked for your number, requesting a facetime call. you obliged, the two of you talking for hours upon hours that night. only a week or so later, he flew you out to his place in switzerland, requesting that you spend the weekend with him.

you did, falling for him the moment you met him in person. well, not like it was difficult by any means. with his charming aura and goofy persona, you felt comfortable almost immediately, letting your walls come crashing down.

nothing was too much or too out-of-pocket. you could make all of the vulgar jokes you wished, and he would laugh right along, only escalating the joke further. you could cry on his shoulder about anything, and he would happily rub your back, wiping away the tears that fell. he would hold you every night you slept together, not letting go until you wriggled away in the mornings.

and now, here you were, hand-in-hand as you entered the paddock. your heart skips a beat as your gaze falls on lance stroll, sebastian's fellow driver and teammate.

upon seeing you, his mouth curves into a bright smile, "look who it is!"

"i know you're not that excited to see me," sebastian pouts, "or did you really miss me that much?"

lance rolls his eyes at sebastian, sticking out his right hand, "good morning! i'm lance. i'm the other aston martin driver. well, you probably already know that."

"it's nice to meet you," you suppress a giggle, "i've heard a lot about you!"

"oh have you?" lance arches a brow, turning to sebastian, "have you been talking shit?"

"always pooks," sebastian chuckles, "not really. i just happen to talk a lot about racing. i'm sure she's tired of it by now."

"oh never," you flash sebastian a radiant grin, "i never get tired of all of the racing talk. i've loved formula one since i was about thirteen or so."

"that's awesome!" lance gushes, "you have yourself a keeper then, seb."

"i know i do," you feel his arm wrap around your shoulder, "should we go meet some fans? i promise they won't bite."

"fans?" you echo, a shiver running down your spine.

"well yeah," lance nods, "we have some time before we need to meet up with everyone. we usually chat with some fans, hand out some autographs. nothing too serious or glamorous."

"if you say so," you mumble, the words so quiet you were shocked you heard them.

it wasn't like you were dreading interacting with fans, it was just that you were a bit daunted by the idea.

ever since sebastian went public with you about a month ago, the reaction from the public was mixed. one half was adamant that you were too young for the driver, as there was an almost fifteen year age gap between the two of you. the plethora of negative comments that flooded the comment section of your instagram posts was almost too much to bear.

the other half, however, was very supportive, voicing that they "shipped" the two of you or that you were good for the driver. some comments even went as far to say that you were "a breath of fresh air", and that sebastian needed someone like you in his life.

yet, as the three of you stroll out of the paddock, you hoped for the latter. that the fans would be kind, welcoming you with open arms.

you could only dream, right?

"sebastian!"

"sebastian over here!"

voices flurry about, calling from all directions. everywhere all around, it was almost a sea of green, fans donning aston martin gear from head to toe. people of all ages flooded your field of vision, children hoisted on their parents shoulders to men and women in their seventies, maybe even their eighties.

"baby, can i see your purse?" his breath fans against your ear, snapping out of your trance.

"yeah," you nod, fumbling with your bag, "y-you need your sharpie, right?"

"hey," fingers find yours, intertwining them together, "it's just you and i. forget everyone else. just think about you and i."

"it's hard to-" you protest, yet you're swiftly cut off by a voice rising above the midst of the crowd.

"who invited the slut?"

sebastian's brows furrow, his eyes narrowing into slits, "what the fuck?"

more voices cut in, jeering.

"put her back in her crib! where she belongs!"

"you heard what i said! who invited that slut beside you?"

"goddamn," lance mutters under his breath, "what the fuck are they on right now?"

tears well up, threatening to spill over as you duck your head, lower lip trembling. sebastian senses your energy shift, wrapping a protective arm around your waist. he pulls you in close, pressing gentle kisses along your temple.

"come on, let's go back to the paddock. you don't deserve this."

lance flashes you a sympathetic glance before raising a hand, giving the crowd the finger, "whoever said that, this is for you!"

every aspect of the walk back is blurred as the tears fall. your lips are sealed tightly shut, suppressing the sobs rising in your chest.

you were barely here an hour and fans were already heckling you.

could you even last the weekend here?

did you even belong here?

"hey," his voice is soft, "come here."

blinking, you realize that he had taken you back to his motorhome, a private space for just the two of you. his arms are open, inviting you in. you nearly collapse into his chest, burying your head in it as he rubs your back.

"i'm so sorry."

"you don't have to be sorry," you shrug, swallowing the lump in your throat, "they're right. i don't belong here."

"stop that," fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head up, "you do belong here. you belong here just as much as anyone else does. i need you here."

"you promise?"

"i promise baby," sebastian tucks a few wisps of hair behind your ear, "you're irreplaceable. who cares what they think? just focus on me. it's just you and i this weekend, okay?"

"okay," you nod, sniffling slightly.

"you know what i think?" he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

"what?" you inquire, the tears dissipating as he brings you in closer.

"they're just jealous that i have the most breathtaking, stunning, kindest, funniest girlfriend in the whole wide world. and no one, i mean no one, can take that away from me. you're mine baby. and nothing is ever going to change that."

you find yourself nearly crumbling into his chest once again, "you mean that?"

"of course i do. now, let's go try this again. if anyone is rude or hateful, i'll just spit on them, okay?"

[tommydarlings]

Villain in shining armour | s.v

pairing: german!tutor!dark!rbr!seb x student!reader

warnings: kidnapping, chocking, dacryphilia, manipulation, obsessive behaviour, spitting in mouth, grooming

w/c: 2.2k

summary: walking on the street in the middle of the night was dangerous for a girl your age, but luckily you’re german tutor came for your rescue and saved you — or did he?

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You felt eyes watching you. Or at least you imagined them, you weren’t sure.

But it felt like someone was watching you walking home with your heavy backpack, slightly scrapped knees from falling earlier and messy, unmade hair.

You turned around, briefly stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, narrowing your eyes at the darkness, kind of hoping you would maybe be able to make out a figure.

You weren’t crazy, right?

Cars were driving by, but none of them seemed suspicious, none of them slowed down or something like that. And it drove you insane as you just focused on arriving at your dorm which was only five minutes away from now.

You were swearing even though the air was cold, your mind was racing while your heart was beating like never before. You had a bad feeling about all of this.

And that feeling was right.

Suddenly, a old, silver BMW stopped right beside you, a man stepping out of it and making his way towards you.

Tears were already entering your eyes but you released a breath of relief as you saw your German tutor approaching you with quick steps, smiling at you with his typical German charm.

“Y/n?” He spoke up, “What are you doing out here so late? It’s cold and you shouldn’t be outside at that time anymore,” he said, obviously referring to the fact that man are scary.

Honesty, you were glad that he saw you and decided to approach you, you were getting paranoid.

You sighed, “I know,” you mumbled, “but somehow I need to get home don’t I?” You chuckled. “You don’t have a car?” The rather young german asked you, making you shake your head.

“Not yet,” you replied in a quiet tone before you adjusted your heavy backpack.

Why were german books so big and heavy?

No wonder german is so difficult.

Sebastian quickly walked closer to you, “let me-” he didn’t even finish his sentence, Sebastian just removed the heavy backpack from your body, carrying it in his hands now before he opened his car door and gently placed it onto his backseat.

You furrowed your brows before he turned around, looking at you again, “Get in y/n, c'mon… I neither want you to catch a cold nor I want that something happens to you,” he said in a more serious tone, making you raise your brows.

You’ve never heard your tutor talk like that before, “only if you’re comfortable of course, if you-” but you shook your head, cutting him off,

“No! I’m thankful, really! I was growing pretty paranoid — you know… walking around that late in a neighbourhood that is not the safest of all as a girl,” Sebastian nodded along, knowing exactly what you mean, smiling as he did so.

He slowly leaded you to the car, opening the passenger door for you before he got into the drivers seat, starting the engine before you spoke up again, playing with your skirt.

You cleared your throat, “I bet it was nothing but it felt almost like somebody was…watching me like stalking me!” You chuckled to make it seem not so depressing, “I don’t know,” you sighed, “but then you came to my rescue,” you giggled with a smile.

Sebastian's smile fell a bit though, he adjusted himself a bit more in his seat, slowly shoving the binoculars further down his seat with his foot, clearing his throat to cover up the noise a bit.

Obviously, he didn’t wanted to get caught.

“Guess I’m not only your tutor but also your hero now, huh?” He chuckled, showing off his perfect smile in the process.

You shrugged, “Guess so, yeah!” You mumbled with a grin.

Suddenly, the air shifted a bit though.

“Why did you trust me, y/n?” Sebastian asked you all of sudden, making you furrow your brows in confusion, where was this coming from now?

“Uhm,” you thought about your answer, “because I-I know you and you’re a-always nice to-”

“Am I?” Sebastian kept looking at the road as he asked you the question, making you gulp this time.

You only nodded before the German spoke up again, taking you by suprise, “You shouldn’t have trusted me y/n — like c'mon!” He suddenly raised his voice before he slammed his hand down onto the steering wheel, making you jump as tears welled up in your eyes, “why are you trusting a man you got to know like two months ago?” He asked you as if you were a dumb kid.

He sighed, making you briefly look at him, sniffling as you saw his now visibly darker eyes looking angrily at you before he looked ahead again, “You should have never even set a foot in my car, liebling,” Sebastian whispered in a deep tone before your vision went black.

- - -

Waking up with a headache and both of your wrists and ankles tied to a stool in the middle of quite a dark room, was something that every girl your age definitely feared.

Suddenly, you noticed how your German tutor, Sebastian, buttoned his pants back up, quickly jumping up from his stool in the corner of the room as he tucked his white dress shirt back into his dress pants, eyes fixated on you.

This man is utterly disgusting, you almost couldn’t believe it.

“You’re awake,” he said with an almost proud smile as he walked closer to you, making your figure shrink as you started to whine through the tie that’s tied around your mouth.

Sebastian tilted his head to catch your gaze, “finally,” he mumbled under his breath as you tried to get free from the ropes but it was obviously no use.

“Don’t do that!” He raised his voice a bit more, sounding not so gentle anymore, “you’ll hurt your wrists and ankles and I don’t want that, okay?” He raised his brows as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

Your tutor's smile slightly fell, “oh no princess,” he whispered in a soft tone, “none of that crying, okay?” He stroked your wet cheek with his thumb, making you gasp and jump, “don’t like to see my pretty little student cry,” he stated gently.

Then you noticed how you desperately whined through the back tie he tied around your mouth, Sebastian frowned a bit, “Oh wait, here! Let me help you, liebling,” the German said before he removed the tie, letting it slide down your neck.

You took deep breaths as he finally removed the small piece of clothing, sniffling with teary eyes as you stared up at your tutor,

“L-Let me go, please…I did n-nothing wrong!” You raised your voice, making him harshly grab your hair and pulling your head back, adjusting his posture a bit to look taller.

You gulped as he roughly pulled your hair, “you did nothing wrong?” He tilted his head to the side,

“You stepped cluelessly with a feeling of relief!, might I add, into my car,” he laughed at you, “seriously thinking that I just saved you! That I’m your hero!” Sebastian smiled wickedly.

You whined, letting your head slightly drop forward, or at least as much as his big hand on the back of your head allowed.

“You know exactly what you did wrong, princess,” he caressed your wet cheek with the back of his knuckles, wiping some of your fresh tears away, “none of that I said, c'mon…this would be all so much easier if you would listen to me,” Sebastian stated with a tiny frown.

You only whined as he pulled your head more upwards again, forcing you to stare up at his standing figure with tired, red eyes.

Sebastian wiped your tears as he looked down at you with no specific facial expression.

“It’s not safe out there, mein liebling,” Sebastian mumbled with a frown, “There are bad, bad man out there nowadays… and those bad man don’t want to to nice things to you, baby,” the young German mumbled quietly.

He cleared his throat before he bend down and opened the ropes of your ankles and wrists, slowly revealing your red and irritated skin.

You slightly furrowed your brows as he finally removed the ropes, grabbing your upper arm and slowly lifting your weak body up, catching you as you almost fell since you were tired, drained and scared.

“Careful, baby,” he muttered before he went on with his little speech from before, “They want very bad things from you… they want to do very bad things to you,” he whispered in a serious tone.

As the German redbull racing driver brushed your hair out of your face and wiped some new fresh tears off of your face, you trembled as you stood so close to him.

“That’s why it’s not safe out there for a pretty, young girl like you, darling,” Sebastian stated with raised brows, “and that’s why I have to keep you safe here— with me,” he nodded along his sentence as he cupped your cheeks, smile slowly forming on his face as your eyes widened.

“W-What?” You quietly gasped as you realised what he just said, gulping as your shaking hands grabbed his wrists, quickly pulling his palms away from your face but Sebastian wasn’t so fond of that.

He immediately threw your hands away before he harshly grabbed your wrists, holding them together with one of his big hands before he slammed your face forward into the wall, running his nose along your temple, lips only slightly touching your ear as he breathed into your ear from behind.

“None of that crying, and none of that bullshit either, haben wir uns verstanden?” you got me? He quietly spat at you from behind as he roughly pressed your arms into your back, making you hiss in pain.

Sebastian's lips touched your ear, scaring you as his hands held your wrists behind your back together, “I’m the only one that can keep you safe from this filthy, disgusting world full of nasty men, mein liebling,” he whispered before he started to kiss some of the tears on your temple away.

You whined and tried to turn your head away from the touch of his lips but he only raised one of his hands and roughly put your head back in place by your jaw.

“What did I say? None of that resisting bullshit, okay?” He mumbled deeply from behind, forcing more tears down your temple that he kissed away while he held your head in place.

Suddenly, you felt him putting both of his hands onto your hair, tying them messily together in a makeshift ponytail, roughly pulling your head backwards by your hair.

You gulped before you gasped as the pain hit you in your scalp, looking up at him now with wide, teary eyes. You couldn’t believe that he was currently smiling down at you.

After shedding a few more tears, you furrowed your brows before he let his hand run up your throat, rough fingers only slightly touching your throat before he placed his visibly bigger hand on your chin, fingers oh so close to your lips.

You bit your inner cheek as he raised his brows, same evil grin still on his face,

“why don’t you open your sweet little mouth for me?” Sebastian muttered quietly in a deep and raspy tone as he played with your bottom lip, making you a shiver run down your spine.

But you couldn’t obey, you were way to scared to do anything at the moment, too nervous that whatever you would do would be wrong.

Sebastian put his hand on your jaw, pulling on your hair as he pulled your head closer while his lips ran along your jaw, making you gasp, “open your mouth, baby — c'mon,” he quietly spat at you in a harsher tone, forcing you to obey this time.

And you did. You licked your lips before you nervously opened your mouth, waiting for him to do something. You just wanted to be over with at this point.

Sebastian briefly chuckled before he squeezed your small jaw with his big hand, slowly leaning forward before he spoke up again,

“Tongue out,” he muttered before he collected to some of his spit in his mouth and spit in your mouth, watching with dark eyes as it ran down your throat.

You felt so helpless, you couldn’t do anything else expect for squeezing your shirt and thinking about how this is not attractive at all, it’s sick and twisted and disgusting — right?

Then he placed his palm on your throat again, carefully watching his spit gliding down your throat while he squeezed your throat, making you gasp.

“Just like that, princess,” Sebastian said in an undertone to you, smile still not leaving his visage, “Gosh… f-fuck,” he mumbled under his breath before you felt him lazily rubbing his crotch area against your ass, making you gulp and gasp.

You stated to whine a bit… why were you feeling this way? You couldn’t explain it, you also didn’t really wanted to.

Sebastian laughed, “Don’t hide it anymore, little one… I know you like it more than you admit it,” he kissed the side of your head, fingers squeezing your throat even harder as he hears your groan and moan, “god please don’t hide those pretty sounds from me — never, okay?”

[formulaa-1]

Hello! I would love some longer Seb content x reader Instagram au. There aren’t many out there! Thanks for reading! :)

instagram au 👌🏼 S.V

wife!reader x Sebastian Vettel

just y/n and seb and their little boy!🫶🏼(y/s/n means your sons name incase you didn’t know! :))

y/nvettel’s story

Sebastianvettel

Sebastianvettel: family is everything❤️y/n, y/s/n I love you both more than you will ever know ❤️

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mickschumacher: the best family !❤️❤️ tell y/s/n I miss him!

Liked by y/nvettel and Sebastianvettel

y/nvettel: he misses his favourite uncle too❤️

lewishamilton: I thought I was his favourite ?

Sebastianvettel: you was the favourite yesterday.

User27: MINI SEB TAKES IT IN TURNS OF WHO HIS FAVE UNCLE IS STOP THATS SO CUTE🥺

throughgoeshamilton: LIVING. for the family content 🥹🫶🏼

fan282: why is no one talking about the 2nd pic and how freaking cute it is???????

y/nvettel

y/nvettel: “im going to be just like papa!” 🫶🏼 he’s growing up so fast ❤️

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sebastianvettel: proud dad moment ❤️

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christianhorner: future redbull driver ?

Sebastianvettel: haha maybe

christianhorner: contracts already been written up!

user272: 😭😭horners obsessed w this family just like us

lewishamilton: nah he’s gonna beat all the records and be the best❤️

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amf1vettelfan_98: do you guys need a dog? I can bark.

fanofthevettels: this is just such wholesome content🥹🫶🏼 y/n, you slay all day everyday.

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user272: facts were spoken.

y/nvettel

y/nvettel: family time is the best time! <3 (yes, seb fell of the sledge 🌚)

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sebastianvettel: I’m the luckiest man on earth❤️

y/nvettel: and I’m the luckiest woman❤️

user272: my parents 🥹

fan3739: obsessed with this whole family is an understatement🤭

charles_leclerc: adorable❤️

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fanpage_.: seb looks so happy on that sledge🫶🏼😭😭

y/nvettel: moments before disaster ! x

fanpage_.: oh my god. Y/N I LOVE U AND YOUR FAMILY SM🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

authors note- this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for a week so here we go! Iv felt super unmotivated the past week but here we are❤️ feel free to send requests in ! They are much appreciated 🫶🏼

[justinspoliticalcorner]

S.V. Dáte at HuffPost:

WASHINGTON — Special counsel Jack Smith Tuesday announced that a grand jury had reindicted former President Donald Trump on four charges related to his Jan. 6, 2021, coup attempt to honor the direction given by the U.S. Supreme Court in its July ruling holding that Trump was immune from criminal prosecution for “official acts.” “Today, a federal grand jury in the District of Columbia returned a superseding indictment,” Smith wrote in a separate filing to U.S. District Judge Tanya Chutkan, who is handling the case. “The superseding indictment, which was presented to a new grand jury that had not previously heard evidence in this case, reflects the Government’s efforts to respect and implement the Supreme Court’s holdings.”

Trump’s first public reaction to the new indictment was to repost a message on Truth Social by Mike Davis, a former Senate lawyer who supports him, that ends with: “Bottom Line: There’s no chance this case goes to trial before the election. Trump wins. Jack Smith fired. Case closed.” About an hour later, Trump personally responded with a five-post screed on his social media platform in which he called Smith “deranged” and claimed, without any evidence, that the prosecution was being directed by President Joe Biden’s White House. He also repeated his lie that Democrats had cheated to win the 2020 election. He ended with: “PERSECUTION OF A POLITICAL OPPONENT!” The “superseding” indictment, as it is known, charges Trump with the same four counts as in the original indictment that was filed a year ago: Conspiracy to defraud the United States, conspiracy to obstruct an official proceeding, obstructing an official proceeding and conspiracy to deprive millions of Americans of their right to have their votes counted. It follows the same narrative structure, laying out how Trump spent months after losing his 2020 reelection bid laying the groundwork for the violent assault on the Capitol by his mob of followers.

“Despite having lost, the defendant ― who was also the incumbent president ― was determined to remain in power,” Smith wrote. “So, for more than two months following election day on November 3, 2020, the defendant spread lies that there had been outcome-determinative fraud in the election [that] he had actually won. These claims were false, and the defendant knew that they were false.” But Smith’s new indictment does not reference Trump’s efforts to enlist federal government employees in the executive branch — who all technically report to him. For instance, the original indictment had mentioned a Department of Justice official whom Trump considered making his attorney general because of his willingness to tell state officials that voter fraud had occurred. The new indictment does not include the official as a co-conspirator, but does still include the other five individuals who were not in government. The Supreme Court ruled in July that Trump had immunity from prosecution for “official” acts, and specifically cited the ability to hire and fire executive branch employees to carry out his wishes. The revised indictment, now at 36 pages compared to the 45-page original, still centers on Trump’s scheme to have allies in key states won by Biden create fake Electoral College slates and send them to the Senate. The plan was for then-Vice President Mike Pence to use the fake Trump slates instead of the legitimate slates for Democrat Joe Biden and declare Trump the winner.

A new grand jury issued a superseding indictment on Donald Trump on the same charges as the original indictment in regards to his coup attempt that led to the January 6th Insurrection in a bid to stay in power: Conspiracy to defraud the United States, conspiracy to obstruct an official proceeding, obstructing an official proceeding and conspiracy to deprive millions of Americans of their right to have their votes counted.

The new indictments, with respect to the SCOTUS’s Trump v. United States ruling, omitted official business acts.

See Also:

The Guardian: Special counsel files new indictment against Trump over 2020 election

[theoihalioistuff]

Okay can you tell me facts about Poseidon wife Amphitrite

"AMPHITRITE, the consort of Poseidon, was generally thought to have been a daughter of Nereus (although an alternative tradition presented her as a daughter of Okeanos, and it is stated in one source that she was the mother of the Nereids) [Nereid, Hes. Theog. 243; Okeanid, Apollod. 1.2.2, 1.4.5; consort of Poseidon, ibid. 931–4, Pi. Ol. 6.104–5, Bacch. 17.109–11; mother of Nereids, Mel. adesp. 21]. She was a reluctant bride as was commonly the case with the Nereids, who preferred to live a carefree life as virgins in the company of their parents and many sisters. According to one account, Poseidon abducted her from the island of Naxos after she had emerged from the sea to dance on the shore with her sisters [Schol. Od. 3.91]; or else she fled from him when he tried to court her, and hid herself in the depths of the Ocean near Atlas (i.e. in the far west). In the latter case, Poseidon sent many envoys in search of her, including his special beast the dolphin, who discovered her in the outer Ocean and carried her to Poseidon on its back (or at least let him know where she was hiding). The god was so grateful that he declared the dolphin sacred and placed an image of it among the stars (as the northern constellation Delphinus) [Hides "near Atlas" and after being won over by the dolphin agrees to mary Poseidon, Eratosth. Catast. 31, Hyg. Astr. 2.17; Hides in the Halls of Okeanos and the Dolphin reveals her location to Poseidon who carries her off against her will, Oppian. Halieutica 1. 38]. After finally becoming the wife of Poseidon, Amphitrite lived at his side in his golden palace beneath the sea, enjoying high honour as the queen of the seas. Although she is depicted quite frequently in works of art as a goddess of noble aspect, often enthroned beside her husband, she rarely appears in mythical tales. According to a fairly ancient legend, she offered a gracious reception to Theseus (here regarded as a son of Poseidon) when he threw himself off a ship to prove to Minos that he was a son of the god of the sea [she presents him with a purple robe and a wreath or crown that she had received from Aphrodite as a wedding gift, an alternative version of the origin of Ariadne's crown, Bacchylides. F. 17, Paus. 1.17.3; Hyg. Astr. 2.5]; and a story of later origin claimed that she caused Skylla to be turned into a monster after discovering that her husband had embarked on a love affair with her [Servius ad Aeneid 3.420; Tzetzes ad Lycophron 45]. Poseidon and Amphitrite are credited with only a single child in the Theogony, the sea-god Triton, ‘who holds the depths of the sea and lives with his mother and the lord his father, a fearsome god’ [Hes. Theog. 930–3]. Apollodorus adds two daughters, Benthesikyme (Wave of the Deep) and Rhode, the nymph or personification of the island of Rhodes [Apollod. 3.15.4 and 1.4.5 respectively]." – Routledge Handbook of Greek Mythology 7th Edition, Robin Hard.

She also attends the birth of Apollo along with other goddesses [Homeric Hymn 3 to Delian Apollo, 89–102], demands the sacrifice of a lesbian maiden [Plutarch. Septem Sapientum Convivium 163b; De sollertia animalium 36], transforms the Alkyonides into halcyons when they leap off Kanastraion, the peak of Pellene [Suidas s.v. Alkyonides], and transforms Skylla (here the daughter of Nisos, though confused with the monster of the same name) into a Ciris bird (perhaps an Egret) [Appendix Vergiliana. Ciris 478].

Lastly, she's most frequently attested as a metonym or personification of the sea [eg. Eurip. Cycl. 702; Ov. Met. 1.14], and is hailed as mother and/or nurse of dolphins, fish, seals and other sea creatures [eg. Aelian On Animals 12.45; Homer Od. 4.404, 5.422, 12.97].

[rightwheretheyleftme]

“A tantalizing suggestion of cult to Hades under the name Aidoneus arises in Macedonia. The Macedonian month name Aud[u]naios is connected with the Attic month Poseideon, but also with Hades; so Hesychius s.v. ̓Aδωναῖος· Ποσειδῶν. καὶ βόλος. ἢ ὑπὸ τὸν ᾅδην. Kalléris 1988, 560 – 563 suggests that the name of the month derives from a festival, the Aud[ο]naia, celebrated in honor of the god of the dead, making a connection with Hades’ name Aidoneus. However, the connection between Αὐδυ- ναῖος and ̓Aιδωνεύς remains uncertain. Plato Laws 828c-d, speaking of Plouton as a god of the dead (rather than of agriculture), notes that his festival should be held in the twelfth month since that month is sacred to him. But Plato does not name the festival, and as Kalléris himself points out, the Audonaia is otherwise unattested (562, note 3).” - Burton, Diana. "Worshipping Hades: Myth and Cult in Elis and Triphylia" Archives for Religious History, vol. 20, no. 1, 2018, pp. 211-227.

friendly reminder that the month of December is sacred to Hades!!

[lboogie1906]

Steward’s Mate First Class Charles Walter David (June 20, 1917 - March 29, 1943) was a Coast Guardsman, responsible for saving ninety-three people from a torpedoed naval cutter. He was born in New York City. Many details about his early life are unknown. By the time of his enlistment into the US Coast Guard, on March 6, 1941, he was married to Kathleen and had a son.

He was assigned to the Coast Guard cutter the Comanche that was part of convoy SG-19, escorting two merchant marine ships, SS Lutz, and SS Biscaya, and one troop transport, the USAT Dorchester. The Comanche, the Escabana, and the Tampa were three cutters ordered to assure the safety of the ships carrying men and supplies to the base.

The path to Greenland required passing through an area known as “Torpedo Alley,” due to the number of ships sunk there by German submarines. On February 3, at 12:55 am, Dorchester was hit by a torpedo by German U-boat U-233. The damage to the ship was severe and prevented the crew from sending a radio distress signal or rockets or flares to alert the escorts. The available lifeboats were overcrowded, as there were 904 men aboard the ship. The waters were rough and many men were pitched over the sides into frigid waters.

Sailing behind the Dorchester, twelve men from the Comanche volunteered to rescue men from the frigid waters, including him. They dove into the waters, putting ropes around men’s waists because most were suffering from hypothermia, and could not grab a rescue line.

He was posthumously awarded the Navy and Marine Corps Medal for Heroism. His wife and son received the award from RADM S.V. Parker. This award was followed by the American Defense Service Medal, the American Campaign Medal, the European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal, and the WWII Victory Medal. He was honored with a certificate for his heroism by President Lyndon B. Johnson. The Immortal Chaplains Foundation awarded him with the Prize for Humanity, and the USCGC Charles David Jr. was named the seventh new Sentinel Class Cutter in his honor. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[cubitxcubit]

“Was Jesus’s cross made from dogwood? Where did that belief come from?”

The Legend of the Dogwood Tree, as it is often called, owes its origins to a poem by an unknown author.

In Jesus’ time, the dogwood grew   To a stately size and a lovely hue.   ‘Twas strong and firm, its branches interwoven.   For the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen.   Seeing the distress at this use of their wood   Christ made a promise which still holds good:   “Never again shall the dogwood grow   Large enough to be used so.   Slender and twisted, it shall be   With blossoms like the cross for all to see.   As blood stains the petals marked in brown,   The blossom’s center wears a thorny crown.   All who see it will remember Me   Crucified on a cross from the dogwood tree.   Cherished and protected, this tree shall be   A reminder to all of My agony.”

Additionally, some individuals point to the fact that dogwood trees bloom in April around Easter Sunday, marking the resurrection of Jesus after his crucifixion.

While the Middle East is home to a broad array of flora and fauna, the dogwood tree (Genus Cornus) is not, however, one of its native trees. In fact, the dogwood trees most Americans are familiar with (Cornus florida) are only native to eastern North America and parts of northern Mexico.[1] With that said, there is at least one species of dogwood that may well have grown in Israel during the lifetime of Jesus, Cornus mas. This variety does not produce the blossoms described in the poem above. Cornus mas actually produces small yellow flowers that eventually become bright red fruits. Cornus mas also flowers earlier in the year than the Cornus florida of North America.[2]

The question of whether or not Jesus was crucified on a dogwood cannot, of course, be answered with absolute certainty. The available evidence suggests that it is unlikely he was crucified on a dogwood cross, and he certainly was not crucified on a dogwood species native to North America. Unfortunately, there is no record of what wood was used for the crucifixion of Jesus. The word used in the Greek New Testament translations is staurós, which simply refers to “an upright stake, hence a cross (the Rom. Instrument of crucifixion).”[3] It is also worth noting that the word had the previous connotation of referring to a pole or pale (a stake on which one is impaled).[4] With that said, it is entirely possible that the cross that Jesus carried may have only been the cross-beam that would be attached to a pole at the site of execution. It has been noted by scholars that Romans crucified people with varying means, and the details provided by the New Testament do not reveal a definitive answer.

[1] https://bonap.net/MapGallery/County/Cornus%20florida.png.

[2] Steve Whysall, “Cornus mas,” Vancouver Sun (Vancouver, B.C.), October 5, 2009, https://vancouversun.com/news/staff-blogs/cornus-mas.

[3] Strong’s Greek Concordance, s.v. “stauros,” accessed March 14, 2024, https://biblehub.com/greek/4716.htm.

[4] Gunnar Samuelsson, Crucifixion in Antiquity, (Tübingen, Germany: Mohr Siebeck, 2011), 241.

[kwebtv]

The Jewel in the Crown - ITV - January 9, 1984 - April 3, 1984

Period Drama (14 episodes)

Running Time: 60 minutes

Stars:

Peggy Ashcroft as Barbara Batchelor

Janet Henfrey as Edwina Crane

Derrick Branche as Ahmed Kasim

Charles Dance as Sgt Guy Perron

Geraldine James as Sarah Layton

Rachel Kempson as Lady Manners

Art Malik as Hari Kumar

Wendy Morgan as Susan Layton

Judy Parfitt as Mildred Layton

Tim Pigott-Smith as Supt./Capt/Maj/Lt Col Ronald Merrick

Eric Porter as Count Dmitri Bronowsky

Susan Wooldridge as Daphne Manners

Ralph Arliss as Capt. Samuels

Geoffrey Beevers as Capt Kevin Coley

James Bree as Maj/Lt Col Arthur Grace

Jeremy Child as Robin White

Warren Clarke as Cpl "Sophie" Dixon

Rowena Cooper as Connie White

Anna Cropper as Nicky Paynton

Fabia Drake as Mabel Layton

Nicholas Farrell as Edward "Teddie" Bingham

Matyelok Gibbs as Sister Ludmila Smith

Carol Gillies as Clarissa Peplow

Rennee Goddard as Dr Anna Klaus

Jonathan Haley and Nicholas Haley as Edward Bingham Jr

Saeed Jaffrey as Ahmed Ali Gaffur Kasim Bahadur, the Nawab of Mirat

Karan Kapoor as Colin Lindsey

Rashid Karapiet as Judge Menen

Kamini Kaushal as Shalini Sengupta

Rosemary Leach as Fenella "Fenny" Grace

David Leland as Capt Leonard Purvis

Nicholas Le Prevost as Capt Nigel Rowan

Marne Maitland as Pandit Baba

Jamila Massey as Maharanee Aimee

Zia Mohyeddin as Mohammad Ali Kasim

Salmaan Peerzada as Sayed Kasim

Om Puri as Mr de Souza

Stephen Riddle as Capt Dicky Beauvais

Norman Rutherford as Edgar Maybrick

Dev Sagoo as S.V. Vidyasagar

Zohra Sehgal as Lady Lili Chatterjee

Frederick Treves as Lt Col John Layton

Stuart Wilson as Capt James Clark

Leslie Grantham as Signals Sergeant

[formulawolff]

marriage is complete & utter bliss - s.v.

pairing: driver!reader x sebastian vettel

word count: 1.1k

warnings: some cursing, cursing, allusions to sexual content, allusions to a crash/injuries from a crash, mostly some real fluffy shit

a/n: this one was a request from either a mutual of mine or an anon! (i cannot remember for the life of me and i am SO sorry!!!) i hope y'all enjoy some seb content! <3

without a doubt, falling for a formula one driver was not your initial plan.

yet, here you were, head on his shoulder as his thumbs glided across the screen, hovering over that final step.

"nervous?" you raise a brow, sensing the tension in his muscles, how they were wound up tightly.

"fuck," he shakes his head, "this is more nerve-wracking than recording it."

leaning over, your lips connect with his cheek, peppering the heated skin with tender kisses, "the hardest part is taking that leap of faith, baby. but you can do it. you know i've always believed in you."

"and i couldn't be any more grateful," he exhales, "but this is going to be one of the hardest things i've ever done."

your husband was none other than sebastian vettel, four-time world world driver's champion. over the last fifteen years, he was a dominant competitor on the track, racing for the likes of aston martin, red bull, and ferrari.

as a driver yourself, you had met sebastian in 2013, when he was in that first red bull seat. at the time, you were signed with sauber, immersing yourself in the fiercely competitive, yet very sexist world of formula one.

sebastian was the first driver to defend you, tirelessly working to eliminate the misogynist perceptions and rumors swathing your image and likeness. although you had never sat down and had an actual conversation with the driver, he was quick to correct journalists and bash headlines discrediting your abilities.

that all changed after one night in silverstone.

after a sketchy overtake by another car, you had found yourself barreling towards the barriers, crashing into them at such a high force it sucked all of the wind out of your lungs. although you were all right, catching your breath instantly, you were out of the race.

hours later, sebastian had made his way to your driver's room, plopping down next to you, gently asking if you were all right. the moment he was finished, you were in tears, the driver offering you his shoulder.

he let you sob, the tears almost never-ending as he rubbed your back, murmuring that it was going to be all right, and that one crash was not going to end your career.

he reminded you that cars crashed all of the time. it was actually rare for a race to wrap-up without a single accident or damaged car.

from that night, a romantic relationship between the two of you blossomed.

well, there was a heated moment too. one in which your bodies were intertwined. skin-on-skin as he whispered in your ear how beautiful you were, and how he was always going to protect you and your name.

no matter what.

and sebastian kept that promise.

when he made the move to ferrari, you were over the moon. after all, it was nearly every racer's dream to drive for the team, donned in that unforgettable ferrari red. the night after he made the announcement was the night he proposed, asking if you would join him along for the ride, taking that leap of faith.

so, you did.

in 2019, the two of you got hitched, tying the knot. in the world of racing, there was the thrill of the chase, determined to finally capture that high of a podium or pole position.

of course, there were lows too. collisions, car malfunctions, shady talks behind closed doors, teams releasing drivers without warning, you name it.

in terms of marriage, the last three years were filled to the brim with bliss.

well, there was that one thing.

since you announced your departure from racing in 2019, there was one aspect you missed the most.

and that was sebastian.

of course, you supported your husband. in every way possible. you attended any and every race and racing related event. you bore the newfound title of "wag" with pride. you even accepted a new position at aston martin with their marketing team, working remotely from home.

yet, you missed that companionship that came with racing.

you missed the press conferences, where you would openly flirt with one another. you missed the post-race debriefs where the first question the journalists would ask was, "how does it feel to compete against your best friend?" you missed standing next to him on podiums, kissing in front of the cameras, drunk off adrenaline.

in all honesty, you just missed your husband.

so, when he approached you one night after a race, inquiring how you would feel if he announced his retirement, you selfishly encouraged him to do it. of course, you didn't blatantly say you wanted him home. you told him to follow his heart, and do what he felt was right.

when he said he wanted to focus on your marriage and build a family, how could you have told him no?

now, here you were, cuddled up by his side as he squeezes his eyes shut, tapping on that "share" icon.

"what do you think they're going to say?"

"i don't think you should worry about that," you murmur, a hand cupping his cheek, "i think you should focus on what is ahead. we have a very bright future, sebby. i know how integrated racing is in your life, and how much you love it. the good thing is, there are always ways in which you can come back to the track."

"you're very right," his head swivels so that his mouth ghosts over yours, "you're the best wife ever, you know that?"

"no way," a giggle rises in your throat as he nods fervently.

"uh huh."

"so," you suck in a breath, "what's next for us, old man?"

"i'm not old," he counters, "i just want to enjoy every moment of the rest of my life with my wife, and our kids."

"kids?" you press, "would you like a little family?"

"i just want a little family and a marriage complete with pure and utter bliss," he leans in.

"you already have that," you tease, yet heat flourishes in your cheeks as he continues.

"yeah, i do. but i just know that now, it's going to be one million times better. as long as i have you, i know that i can do anything and be anyone i want to be."

"you're going to be an amazing father."

"and you," his fingers trail along your jawline, the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheekbones.

"you are going to be the best mother and wife ever. i have the whole package, and i'm going to make sure everyone knows that. even in retirement, they'll know."

[tommydarlings]

It will come back | s.v

pairing: switch!rbr!seb x switch!reader

warnings: brief mention of dacryphilia 

w/c: 0.8k

summary: after acting like a brat, sebastian talks some sense into you, but oh how the tables can turn.

song suggestion: It will come back by Hozier

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Your poor vision was blurred as you stared up at your boyfriend Sebastian with a focused gaze, hands trembling beside your hips as you listened to his threatening words,

“C‘mon, you know better than that, babe…” Sebastian raised his brows at you, dark eyes glancing down at you, mischievous grin painted on his lips.

You looked at the floor and bit your bottom lip, feeling nervous and very, very intimidated and Sebastian obviously noticed that, “don’t act like that now — look at me,” he raised your head by your chin with his fingers, “that’s perfect,” he smirked.

“You know better than to not look me in the eyes, you know how much I hate when you don’t look at me while I’m talking to you, right?”

Sebastian pulled your body slightly closer to his as he waited for you to answer him and you finally nodded, “y-yes, I know Sebastian,” you mumbled quietly.

He licked his lips, “acted like a disrespectful brat before, acting like an innocent angel that could do no wrong now…” your boyfriend chuckled, “you could have made all of this so much easier for yourself… but of course you just didn’t wanted to listen… you never listen, do you?” The redbull driver raised his head a bit.

You didn’t dare yourself to make a single sound, let alone say anything, Sebastian went on,

“I already told you, don’t feed that disgusting ego of mine, because it will all come back in the end,” he whispered before he leaned in closer, mouth brushing over your cheek in the softest but at the same time most hunting manner you have ever witnessed.

His thumb slowly caressed the skin on your chin, making you quietly sigh while you felt his grin only widen.

But as soon as Sebastian caught you smiling, his grin fell, thumb immediately halting on your chin again,

“Oh you know better than to smile at me like that,” he bit his inner cheek while your soft fingertips lightly caressed his palm, simply trying your best to get him back on your side again with that infamous charm of yours that he also fell in love with.

He briefly glanced down at your hand, “And you know better than to touch like that, baby,” he grinned at you again, forcing a smirk out of you.

You cleared your throat, “Oh do I? Do I really know better than that?” You asked in a hush tone.

“What happened to that pretty little lady that I met on the first date of ours, huh? The one that would never run her mouth and simply nod?” Sebastian furrowed his brows with a prominent smile on his face.

You grinned and got on your tippy toes, leaning in just a tiny bit closer before you opened your mouth, “I guess I’m just something else when I see you,” you shrugged carelessly.

The young redbull driver grinned from ear to ear, “oh yeah?” He nodded.

You nodded as well, “oh yeah,” you whispered.

“Does your ego also get disgustingly bigger? Do you get all confident and cocky and feel like nothing in the world can stop you?” He raised his brows, “is that it what you feel when you’re acting like a nasty brat in front of me, huh?”

You nodded along his words, your evil smirk only showing him how right he is,

Sebastian shook his head with a smirk, “well then I should never tell you how easy you are to need, liebes,” darling, the German’s tone got quieter and calmer, “so, so easy,” he shook his head as you both leaned in, the tips of your noses already touching each other.

You grinned up at him as well, both hands now on his biceps as you stole a quick glance at his soft lips, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said in a raspy tone and nodded along before he suddenly decided to mock you in a joking way, “oh please, give me mercy no more, baby,“ he teased you pathetically, making you smile against his lips.

You were so close to each other, some would may say almost too close but there’s no such thing when it comes to you and Sebastian.

His lips brushed against yours, palms gripping your waist, pulling you in a possessive manner closer to his figure, “no mercy?“ you asked.

Your boyfriend nodded, “no mercy,” he exclaimed before he slowly sank to his knees in front of you, making you only smirk as you placed your hand on top of his head, deeply buried in his blond hair.

He kissed his way along your thighs, lifting your dress with his hand as he looked up at you with pleading eyes, also slightly glassy now, just like yours.

“No mercy it is,” you nodded with a smirk, excited for what’s to come now.

[dieu-mange-dieu]

Specific Character Headcanons: Bertram Gilfoyle

Youngest of 3

Has two older sisters, the oldest is very similar to him in personality and style, the middle is closer to how they were raised

Oh yeah he was definitely raised religious, possibly Jehovah's witness

Bi

This caused a lot of the rift between he and his parents, especially his mother

Ran away a lot as a kid, was labelled the "problem child"

Has ADHD

Favourite colours are maroon and dark green

Wants people to think he's a cat person, but is a huge dog person

Hung out at Hot Topic all the time as a teenager, has only ever bought one thing (Black and pink cat ears. He was 27.)

Likes hiking, has gotten high in the woods before and not come back for 8 hours

Avid bacon enjoyer

Has oddly personal beef with vegans

Would definitely be a Bunker in the Back yard/ Apocalypse Prepper type guy if he had the time and the energy

Absinthe drinker, has a very elaborate setup for pouring absinthe

Hacked all of Dinesh's social media passwords on the day they met. Has never used them out of respect

Really likes candles, especially the tobacco and vanilla scents

Has a 7 year old niece

After hanging out with her he has shown up to work with Sofia the First clips in his hair on more than one occasion

Dinesh did not mention it

Has gone an entire month eating only cereal

Favourite cereal is Cocoa Puffs followed closely by Lucky Charms and the Kellogg's Strawberry cereal

Swears he hates kids but kids seem to love him. Is the designated babysitter at any gathering with children and always ends up having a great time

LIVES in chunky dark jumpers in the winter. Big fan of being cozy

Likes to wander aimlessly around IKEA when he gets the chance. He says it grounds him. Has spent hours in an IKEA before without buying a thing.

SLOW-ass walker. His ass is Not in a hurry

Huge dark chocolate enjoyer

Spoilers (?) ahead!

After Silicon Valley:

After the events of S.V. he moves to a cabin in Southern California and adopts a golden retriever named Buster

Has taken Dinesh hiking once.

Dinesh complained the whole time about how itchy and hot he was

Gilfoyle said he would rather blow his own father than go hiking with Dinesh again

Gilfoyle would take him hiking again if he asked.

When they are born he is named Monica's kids' godfather (he detests such titles)

Took Dinesh to Hawaii a couple of months after the Pied Piper fiasco so he could properly enjoy it. They're on more than decent terms now.

Has a drink with John once a year after the events of S.V.

They play chess.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

The word for Christmas in late Old English is Cristes Maesse, the Mass of Christ, first found in 1038, and Cristes-messe in 1131; in Latin, Dies Natalis.

Early Celebration

Christmas was not among the earliest festivals of the Church.

Saints Irenaeus and Tertullian omit it from their lists of feasts. Origen, glancing perhaps at the discreditable imperial Natalitia, asserts that in the Scriptures, sinners alone, not saints, celebrate their birthday.

Arnobius can still ridicule the "birthdays" of the gods.

The first evidence of the feast is from Egypt.

About A.D. 200, Clement of Alexandria says that certain Egyptian theologians "over curiously" assign, not the year alone, but the day of Christ's birth, placing it on 25 Pachon (May 20), in the twenty-eighth year of Augustus.

The December feast therefore reached Egypt between 427 and 433.

In Rome, the earliest evidence is in the Philocalian Calendar, compiled in 354, which contains three important entries.

In the civil calendar, December 25 is marked "Natalis Invicti."

In the "Depositio Martyrum," a list of Roman or early and universally venerated martyrs, under December 25 is found "VIII kal. ian. natus Christus in Betleem Iudæ."

De Santi (L'Orig. delle Fest. Nat., in Civiltæ Cattolica, 1907), following Erbes, argues that Rome took over the Eastern Epiphany, now with a definite Nativity colouring and, with increasing number of Eastern Churches, placed it on December 25.

Later, both the East and West divided their feast, leaving Ephiphany on January 6 and Nativity on December 25, respectively.

The earlier hypothesis still seems preferable.

Origin of Date

Concerning the date of Christ's birth, the Gospels give no help.

Upon their data, contradictory arguments are based. The census would have been impossible in winter: a whole population could not then be put in motion.

Again, in winter, it must have been, then only field labour was suspended. However, Rome was not thus considerate.

Authorities, moreover, differ as to whether shepherds could or would keep flocks exposed during the nights of the rainy season.

Natalis Invicti

The well-known solar feast, however, of Natalis Invicti, celebrated on December 25, has a strong claim on the responsibility for our December date.

For the history of the solar cult, its position in the Roman Empire and syncretism with Mithraism have collected the evidence for the feast, which reached its climax of popularity under Aurelian in 274.

In 1700, Filippo del Torre first saw its importance.

It is marked, as has been said, without addition in Philocalus' Calendar.

It would be impossible here to outline the history of solar symbolism and language as applied to God, the Messiah, and Christ in Jewish or Chrisian canonical, patristic, or devotional works.

Hymns and Christmas offices abound in instances; the texts are well arranged by Cumont.

Liturgy and Custom

The fixing of this date fixed those too of Circumcision, Presentation, Expectation, Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Nativity, and Conception of the Baptist (cf. Thurston in Amer. Eccl. Rev., December, 1898).

Till the tenth century, Christmas counted, in papal reckoning, as the beginning of the ecclesiastical year, as it still does in Bulls.

Boniface VIII (1294-1303) restored temporarily this usage, to which Germany held longest.

The Crib (creche) or Nativity Scene

In 1223, Saint Francis of Assisi originated the crib of today by laicizing a hitherto ecclesiastical custom, henceforward extra-liturgical and popular.

The presence of ox and ass is due to a misinterpretation of Isaias 1:3 and Habakkuk 3:2 ("Itala" version), though they appear in the unique fourth-century "Nativity" discovered in the Saint Sebastian catacombs in 1877.

The ass on which Balaam rode in the Reims mystery won for the feast the title Festum Asinorum (Ducange, op. cit., s.v. Festum).

Hymns and Carols

The degeneration of these plays, in part, occasioned the diffusion of noels, pastorali, and carols, to which was accorded, at times, a quasi-liturgical position.

Prudentius, in the fourth century, is the first (and in that century alone) to hymn the Nativity, for the "Vox clara" (hymn for Lauds in Advent).

"Christe Redemptor" (Vespers and Matins of Christmas) cannot be assigned to Ambrose.

"A solis ortu" is certainly, however, by Sedulius (fifth century).

The earliest German Weihnachtslieder date from the eleventh and twelfth centuries, the earliest noels from the eleventh, the earliest carols from the thirteenth.

The famous "Stabat Mater Speciosa" is attributed to Jacopone da Todi (1230-1306).

"Adeste Fideles" is, at the earliest, of the seventeenth century.

These essentially popular airs, and even words must, however, have existed long before they were put down in writing.

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S.V. Dáte at HuffPost:

Donald Trump on Thursday brushed off calls by fellow Republicans to focus on policy matters and lay off the insults during his presidential campaign, insisting that he is “entitled” to level personal attacks on Vice President Kamala Harris. “I think I’m entitled to personal attacks. I don’t have a lot of respect for her. I don’t have a lot of respect for her intelligence,” he said during a news conference at his golf club in New Jersey, the second at one of his country clubs in seven days.

The coup-attempting former president, now also a convicted felon, then claimed that he was running a “very calm campaign” and had a clear plan to win. “All we have to do is define our opponent as a communist, a socialist, someone who wants to destroy our country.” Trump again repeated many of his favorite recent lies, replete with invented statistics. He claimed that mortgage rates had gone from 2% to 10%. In fact, they were about 3% when Trump left office and are now at 7%. He claimed, with no evidence, that 100% of the jobs created in the last year had gone to migrants who entered the country illegally — and then clarified that the share was actually larger than 100%. He did not, however, explain how this was mathematically possible. He repeated a claim he has used many times — with zero support — that other countries are emptying their mental hospitals by sending all their patients to the southern border of the United States. “Their population in the mental institutions is way down,” he said.

After claiming at last week’s press conference that a stock market dip was a harbinger of a coming depression, Trump took credit on Thursday for the rebound that had the Dow Jones Industrial Average end the day gaining another 555 points. He nevertheless repeated his dire warnings about a coming depression unless he was returned to office. “We’re going to have a crash like a 1929 crash, if she gets in,” Trump said. He offered no rationale for this claim, which he also made without providing any rationale in both his 2016 and 2020 campaigns, facing different opponents. This is the second straight week in which Trump has done almost no campaigning. The only event he had last week, apart from his hastily arranged news conference at his Mar-a-Lago country club in South Florida, was a rally for the Republican Senate candidate in Montana.

Attempted coup-plotter Donald Trump continues his policy-free grievance-fueled campaign, as he flung insults at Kamala Harris.

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I’m actually very curious :3 how’d Assistant die in the S.W world? I had a theory that mayb the wrong people found out that Assistant is a far and busted out the pitchforks, but I do wanna ask _(:3 」∠)_

Ooc : I'm trying to keep a lot of the Shadow World au lore secret until S.V.'s true identity is revealed, but what I will say is that the Shadow World counterparts of Assistant, Goonie, and Sir all died in the same fight. So, no, Assistant's fae heritage had nothing to do with it.