#c. catherine

[actressposts]

Catherine Bell - Dream On

[laurabenanti]

THE STUDIO 1.03 | The Note

[expelliarmus]

[psikonauti]

Susan Catherine Waters (American, 1823-1900)

The Raspberry Thieves (Caught in the Act)

oil on canvas

[retroillustrates]

Ladies of Sword and Sorcery

[world-of-wales]

❥ 26 MAY 2025 | The Prince and Princess of Wales have released a personal statement extending their support to victims and first responders following the horrific attack during the Liverpool FC Victory Parade the previous day.

The statement released via social media says :

We are deeply saddened by the scenes in Liverpool yesterday. What should have been a joyful celebration ended with tragedy. Our thoughts are with those who were injured and to the first responders and emergency services on the ground.

W & C

[charlotte-of-wales]

The Prince and Princess of Wales during Trooping the Colour at Buckingham Palace | June 15, 2024

[bethanydelleman]

Why I am NOT an Austen Heroine:

-If I was Anne Elliot, I would have married Charles Musgrove in a heartbeat just to get away from my family

-If I was Elinor Dashwood, I would have ugly cried when Lucy Steele told me she was engaged to Edward until I couldn't breath

-If I was Fanny Price, I would have married Henry Crawford just to get away from Mansfield Park

-If I were Elizabeth Bennet, I would have probably just said yes to Darcy (highly loss adverse and very concerned about my age)

-If I were Emma, I wouldn't have lasted until Box Hill to insult Miss Bates. It would have happened years ago and far more often

-If I were Catherine Morland.... oh... at 17? Oh... yeah, girlies I would totally accuse my crush's dad of murder because I was reading too many Gothic novels...

I AM a Jane Austen Heroine

[anghraine]

Speaking of the social context of P&P and Austen in general, and also just literature of that era, I'm always interested in how things like precisely formulated hierarchies of precedence and tables of ranked social classes interact with the more complex and nuanced details of class-based status and consequence on a pragmatic day-to-day level. I remembered reading a social historian discussing the pragmatics of class wrt eighteenth-century English life many years ago and finally tracked down the source:

"In spite of the number of people who got their living from manufacture or trade, fundamentally it was a society in which the ownership of land alone conveyed social prestige and full political rights. ... The apex of this society was the nobility. In the eyes of the Law only members of the House of Lords, the peerage in the strictest use of the word, were a class apart, enjoying special privileges and composing one of the estates of the realm. Their families were commoners: even the eldest sons of peers could sit in the House of Commons. It was therefore in the social rather than in the legal sense of the word that English society was a class society. Before the law all English people except the peers were in theory equal. Legal concept and social practice were, however, very different. When men spoke of the nobility, they meant the sons and daughters, the brothers and sisters, the uncles and aunts and cousins of the peers. They were an extremely influential and wealthy group.

"The peers and their near relations almost monopolized high political office. From these great families came the wealthiest Church dignitaries, the higher ranks in the army and navy. Many of them found a career in law; some even did not disdain the money to be made in trade. What gave this class its particular importance in the political life of the day was the way in which it was organized on a basis of family and connection ... in eighteenth-century politics men rarely acted as isolated individuals. A man came into Parliament supported by his friends and relations who expected, in return for this support, that he would further their interests to the extent of his parliamentary influence.

"Next in both political and social importance came the gentry. Again it is not easy to define exactly who were covered by this term. The Law knew nothing of gentle birth but Society recognized it. Like the nobility this group too was as a class closely connected with land. Indeed, the border line between the two classes is at times almost impossible to define ... Often these men are described as the squirearchy, this term being used to cover the major landowning families in every county who were not connected by birth with the aristocracy. Between them and the local nobility there was often considerable jealousy. The country gentleman considered himself well qualified to manage the affairs of his county without aristocratic interference.

"...The next great layer in society is perhaps best described the contemporary term 'the Middling Sort'. As with all eighteenth-century groups it is difficult to draw a clear line of demarcation between them and their social superiors and inferiors. No economic line is possible, for a man with no pretensions to gentility might well be more prosperous than many a small squire. There was even on the fringe between the two classes some overlapping of activities ... The ambitious upstart who bought an estate and spent his income as a gentleman, might be either cold-shouldered by his better-born neighbours or treated by them with a certain contemptuous politeness. If however his daughters were presentable and well dowered, and if his sons received the education considered suitable for gentlemen, the next generation would see the obliteration of whatever distinction still remained. The solid mass of the middling sort had however no such aspirations, or considered them beyond their reach.

"...This term [the poor] was widely used to designate the great mass of the manual workers. Within their ranks differences of income and of outlook were as varied as those that characterized the middle class. Once again the line of demarcation is hard to draw..."

—Dorothy Marshall, Eighteenth Century England (29-34)

(There's plenty more interesting information in the full chapter, especially regarding "the poor," and the chapter itself is contracted from a lengthier version published earlier.)

[vubree]

"¿crees que tenga estomago para comer?" devuelve, igual de susurrante, pensativa. "quizá, la respuesta sea- ocuparnos de nuestros propios asuntos" aun si es a regaña dientes.

" no creo que eso ayude de mucho " comentó en un susurro. " ¿y si come algo? "

[q-nihachu]

Date: September 23, 2020

Niki: I don't know who to trust anymore. Wilbur and Tommy and Techno are gone, and I understand that they can't take me in right now. That is fine. I will stay strong for them.

But I trusted Fundy so much. I trusted Fundy so much. Fundy and I—he was my running mate! I was his running mate! I would have been his vice president, if we would've been picked. I thought he would bring peace to this nation and make everyone happy. I thought we had the same intentions, but apparently we don't!

(Quietly) Apparently we don't.

(Tearfully) He burned my flag. He burned my flag, just to build it up in a disgusting color, for Schlatt, and for power. All of that for power? He betrayed his own son* for power?

And then there's Schlatt, and Quackity. Quackity—he saved me from jail. He helped me escape. But then he helped tearing down the walls of L'manberg. Our walls. The walls that we built!

And Tubbo. I don't know if I can trust Tubbo. I thought I could trust him. I thought he wants to be a spy on the inside. But he's wearing his suit! He's wearing Schlatt's suit! His suit!

I want to help him. I want to help him with the archives. Because even if I'm not their side, we need archives. We need to show the people in the future what is going on here! (Crying) But I don't know who to trust anymore.

TTS: You should help Tommy or someone burn the flag.

Niki: I can't go back right now. I can't go back to L'manberg right now. I don't know how it's looking down there, and I don't want to! I am not strong enough! I've seen—I have seen our entire nation burned to the ground. I've seen our walls get destroyed, and our names get changed! Our names! They took names, our identities! (Quietly) They took our identities.

*Note: She means "father," referring to Wilbur, here.

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It's INSANE to me that this isn't one of the most famous monologues from the DSMP. The way she gets so deeply into character, reacting to the TTS messages as if they're her own conflicting thoughts! The way she looks desperately and longingly at what used to be her country! She's alone, after the destruction of L'manberg. Isn't she crying out with the feelings of every one of us? And in her third language!

[charlietheepicwriter7]

One of the ways identity theft happens is when a thief (usually a relative) steals the social security number of the deceased.

That being said, how pissed off do you think Jason Todd would be if he learned someone had stole Catherine Todd's identity?

[tens-converse]

yeah i’m obsessed with them

[sunshades]

psalms 61:4

He’s learned not to expect conversation once the robe drops. In the morning, before the port starts to wake up, there’s only the sound of the ocean, the call of the songbirds, so of course the siren listens.

T rating, 2.6k words, u corp mirror world - middle/pre-pequod harpooner heathcliff & ring student cathy. my sweet child thee modeling fic, i want to repost it today. happy wuthering sunday....

[psikonauti]

Susan Catherine Waters (American, 1823-1900)

The Marauder

oil on canvas

[melonisopod]

My personal headcanon for the WH Mirror World is that Ishmael agreed to be a maid under the Edgar Family because she knew the heir was a sickly waif of a man who would probably croak from TB in a decade or two and she can train up to face Ahab in that amount of time, but unfortunately she got really attached to the sickly waif of a man she was banking on dying young.