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jaylahve

31 May 1443 : The Birth of Margaret of Beaufort

“A woman who was maritally raped at 12 went through a horrendous body-damaging birth at 13, had to marry no less than four times, because of politics and the need to survive, and spent half her life fighting for the freedom and return of her only son.

A woman who believed having a lot of money was God’s way of using you to help the poor and less fortunate, who took in the homeless, cared for the sick, who allowed anyone to eat and drink at her table at Christmas, who threw the best parties that food made the table groan with the weight of it.

A woman who was an advocate of other women, giving money so poor women could get married, defending and helping Cecily when she married against the king’s wishes, protected her granddaughter from being maritally raped as she was.

A woman who was intelligent and helped found colleges at Cambridge and Oxford, who translated books from French into English, who supported and funding the development of the printing press, who encouraged the access of knowledge and reading to all.

A woman who was smart enough to make alliances where others hadn’t, who secretly communicated with Elizabeth Woodville for an outcome that benefited them both, who continued to fight for her son even when everything was taken from her. [And a woman who by all accounts got along well with her daughter-in-law.]

A woman who survived the constant political upheaval throughout her life, survived an attainder of treason, survived changing of kings, survived a horrific birth, survived being parted from her son, survived seeing loved ones die around her, including her own beloved son.

A woman who is now portrayed in popular culture as a multiple murderer, a borderline sociopath, and a mean-spirited over-ambitious religious nut.” (x)

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weestarmeggie17

Anonymous asked:

Draco realizes that Hermione is pregnant before she realizes

weestarmeggie17 answered:

Hermione watched her husband set the tray of tea and biscuits down on the coffee table over the edge of her book and scowled.

He was doing it again.

Coddling her. Bringing her things that she didn’t need or particularly want, though that chocolate digestive did look incredibly appealing right now and -

She refrained from reaching across for it and focused her attention back to Ginny’s autobiography. Her friend had retired from her position as Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies and dove right into writing a tell all book. But as much as she loved Ginny, she still couldn’t understand the appeal of quidditch.

“You’re up to something,” she murmured after a few moments when Draco had done nothing more than sit back in his chair with his own tea, a chocolate digestive of his own halfway to his mouth.

He bit into it - Hermione hated that he had one and she didn’t - chewed, swallowed a mouthful of tea and then mumbled something quietly. He didn’t say anything else.


People were constantly reminding Draco that he was married to the brightest witch of their age.

ALWAYS.

Which is why it was so amusing to Draco that he knew she was pregnant when she so clearly didn’t.

He had, after all, watched his mother go through no less than a dozen pregnancies when he was a child, all of which unfortunately, never resulted in anything other than his mother holed up in her bedroom for a few weeks and his father spending longer and longer hours at the ministry.

So when he woke up two weeks ago and heard his wife retching over the toilet bowl he knew why. They had been trying after all, or well Hermione had stopped taking her contraceptive potion every morning so that when they inevitably ended up naked and sweaty across either one of their desks later on that day there was a chance they would get pregnant.

But it wasn’t until he heard that wretched noise that the seriousness of the situation hit him. They were going to have a baby. Something pure and wholesome and something he’d never once dreamed he’d have with her.

So he helped in the only way he could. Making sure she was comfortable and safe and looked after and always, always, in a good mood. Of course he hadn’t thought she’d take this long to work it out.


“He’s very attentive,” Pansy murmured from beside Hermione as they lay in the grass and watched their husbands and the half a dozen Weasleys they called friends fly around above them. Hermione snorted.

“He’s ridiculous.” And it was true. Even though he was currently involved in a very competitive game of quidditch, playing seeker against Pansy’s own husband and Hermione’s best friend Harry, he still kept glancing down at her. “He’s going to fall if he doesn’t pay attention.”

“Nahh,” Pansy sighed, winking at Harry when he followed Draco’s gaze down to where they lay, “he’d never concede to Potter that way.” Hermione hummed. “How long has he been acting like this?” Pansy added.

Hermione shrugged and pulled a few strands of grass from the ground with her fingers. “A few weeks?”

“And nothing has changed for him to be acting like that?”

“Nope.”

“Nothing?”

Hermione cracked an eye and squinted at her friend. A girl who’d years ago been so very far from that title. “Like what?”

“Oh I don’t know Granger,” she smirked and Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed at her tone, “still taking that potion with your breakfast every morning?”

Hermione’s eyebrows shot up her forehead. “I - what? No?” Her eyes flicked from Pansy’s face to her flat stomach, to Draco before flicking back to her friend, her eyes widening wih shock and surprise and amazement at the thought. “No?”

Pansy shrugged, but Hermione was already clutching her wand and waving it over her stomach in the pattern she’d long ago memorised.

“Oh fuck!” She murmured when the spell glowed green. She turned to look at her friend but it was the sight of Draco abandoning the game of quidditch completely and landing mere footsteps away from her that caught her attention.

“We’re going to have a baby,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face, when Draco crouched down and pulled her into his arms.

He laughed shakily and smirked at her, one hand resting on her hip and the other resting between them. “We’re going to have a baby,” he murmured against her lips.

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spatscolombo

So I accidentally learned today about this thing where lots of people ship Carmen Sandiego and Waldo from Where’s Waldo?

And on the one hand I love it, because it’s silly and hilarious and you can learn about it and giggle and move on OR you can think about it for a long time and get really into it and that’s a great thing about the Internet

But it really grinds my gears that all the fanart visions of the couple I could immediately see on google showed this really conventionally gendered arrangement where Waldo is like leading/supporting Carmen or rescuing her?

And it’s like exCUSE ME I get that they’d be a cute couple because they’re both hard to find, and because why not, but like she’s an ex-detective criminal mastermind unbound by time and space and he’s a tourist who can’t find his map they are hard to find for VERY DIFFERENT REASONS and you cannot convince me that fucking adorable bespectacled soft butch brings-a-walking-stick-to-the-beach dazed and confused WALDO would be in the driver’s seat of that operation I mean GOD

echolalaphile

Right, i mean obviously you can’t find Waldo because CARMEN SANDIEGO STOLE HIM.

madamebomb

She is absolutely the pursuer here. They met at a marketplace in Morocco, on accident. Waldo spilled his street food on her jacket–not realizing she had just robbed a museum two blocks over and that’s why she was rushing. The police ran past and she grabbed him and kissed him, you know, that old “avoid the cops” tactic, but jokes on her; it’s the kiss of her life.

This adorable, bespectacled little hipster with a shy mumble and those indecent blue eyes knocks her for a loop. So she decides to steal him. Immediately.

Waldo never stood a chance. And now he’s wanted in connection for six heists in four different countries, but Waldo knows the best places to hide, so they never get caught.

……….shit, I got really into this.

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