#Pembroke College

[a-study-in-dante]

December 12th, 2022 | It snoooowed! I don't remember the last time I've seen so much snow, it's been so long! Pembroke College looks gorgeous in this white coat of snow, and I'm getting cosy reading secondary literature for my thesis. Have a sweet day ❄️

#my posts #studyblr #litblr #gradblr #phdblr #W's adventures in Cambridge #Pembroke College #Cambridge #Handwriting #Handwritten notes #fountain pens #ink #Kaweco #If you think I managed to get up early once in Cambridge and this once was solely to go photograph some snow you're right!

[0nthebalcony]

Lynn Chadwick 1914 - 2003

Bullfrog

1951

Bronze composite

H 31 x W 23 x D 18.5 cm

Pembroke College Oxford JCR Art Collection

© the artist's estate / Bridgeman Images. Photo credit: Pembroke College Oxford JCR Art Collection

#lynn chadwick #British Art 1951 - 1965 #pembroke college

[maaikeatthefullmoon]

Sososo jealous of anyone able to go to this. Wish I could afford to travel to it.

#neil gaiman #jrr tolkien #pembroke college #lecture #this looks amazing #fantasy literature

[digiknow]

#UCSB #Pembroke College #Cambridge #EAB #Study Abroad

[codingcorgi]

Taking a break from coding for the afternoon and enjoying some nature with my corgs.

#corgipuppy #corgilove #corgi puppy #pembroke welsh corgi #corgi #corgis of tumblr #corgisofinstagram #corgis #self care #girls who code #cosmickittytalk #nature #college

[athleticperfection1]

UNC-Pembroke Volleyball

#UNC-Pembroke #UNCP #UNCP Braves #volleyball girls #college volleyball #female athletes #college athletes #athletes in bikinis

[askacambridgestudent]

Hiya! I am looking to apply for Cambridge next year and I am wondering if you could help me on what college to apply for? I want to study Philosophy so don’t want anything too far from the department. I would prefer somewhere in the city center, old architecture, good accommodation, good food and friendly/sociable people. I’ve been looking at Clare, Downing, Emmanuel and Pembroke so far but I’m not certain on which one to choose from. Thank you!

All four of those are quite central colleges. Clare would be *most* central but really it is a minor difference you’ll find. 

I would say between those, Clare and Downing are social, sporty colleges and Emma and Pembroke are considered more academic. Emma has a pool and Pembroke is one of the prettiest colleges IMO. 

Emma food is known to be not great, Downing and Pembroke have great food 

Downing is known to have the best college accommodation. However, it has neoclassical architecture as was built in 1800 (think Jane Austen as opposed to Hogwarts)

Good luck! 

#colleges #downing #pembroke #emmanuel #clare #nina

[uncontrolledfission]

i actually had the privilege of visiting pembroke college at the university of cambridge last week, and let me tell you it was so beautiful! it’s a shame they don’t make buildings like these anymore, i couldn’t stop taking photos and walking around. stunning.

#studyblr #alevels #sixth form #cambridge #university of cambridge #cambridge university #oxbridge

[vinylstudies]

{October 2023}

– The clocks in the UK have gone back now and the days are dimming down sooner so here are a few snapshots of Oxford in the dark at the Old Bodleian and Pembroke College chapel.

#oxford #uni studyspo #university #oxford university #studyspo #studyblr #studyspiration #studying #study motivation #notes #unistudent #study

[criminol]

The Murder of Lily Sullivan

Lily Sullivan was an 18-year-old college student living in Pembroke, Wales, she was learning to drive and was described as forgiving, kind and loving. She was a talented artist who loved music and spending time with her friends.

Lily went on a night out with friends on 16th December 2021. She met Lewis Haines, 31, in a nightclub and the two kissed. Friends of Haines reminded him that he had a girlfriend and cautioned him that Lily was 'far too young.' At some point, Lily and Haines left the club together. They were walking through an alleyway towards Mill Pond when at 2.47am, Lily phoned her mother and said 'I'll be there now mam. I'm on my way. I'm a couple of minutes away. I'm nearly there,' before the call was cut short. Her mother tried calling her back 30 times, CCTV shows Lily's abandoned phone lighting up. At around 3am a local resident heard a woman scream.

Lily was found face down in Mill Pond reservoir, her top had been forcibly removed and she had been strangled.

After murdering Lily, CCTV chillingly captured Haines walking past Lily's mother who was waiting at a nearby garage to pick her up. Lily's mother noticed Haines acting strangely and followed him until he disappeared into nearby woods. Haines then went home to his girlfriend and said 'I've strangled somebody.'

It is thought that Lily had rejected Haines' sexual advances and wanted to go home with her mother which angered him and led to him attacking her. Haines claims Lily threatened to report him for trying to rape her when she found out he had a girlfriend. The judge ruled, 'His intention was to silence her. He didn't want anyone to know what had happened in the lane.' Haines was sentenced to serve at least 23 years and 4 months in prison.

Leading up to Lily's death she had shared a number of posts about misogyny, sexual violence and femicide to her social media. One post showed floral tributes left for murder victim Sarah Everard with a sign saying, 'She was just walking home.'

#lilysullivan #lily sullivan #haines #crime #truecrime #murder #criminology #truecrimeblog #true crime #crimeblog #true crime blog #lewis haines #wales #uk #homicide

[a-study-in-dante]

April 10th, 2023 | So the past week didn't see much work done. Took it slow today but tried to get back on the productivity track for this week, starting by rereading important material for the chapter I'm currently working on while enjoying the sun and waiting for my laundry to finish ☀️

#my posts #studyblr #litblr #gradblr #phdblr #PhD #bookblr #W's adventures in Cambridge #Pembroke College #I had a staring contest with William Pitt. He lost.

[mapsontheweb]

1920 Irish local election highlighting areas which supported pro-Irish independence parties in green versus areas which supported pro-UK parties in purple.

by u/MapsnStats

The 1920 Irish local elections were the last set of elections in Ireland whilst it formed part of the United Kingdom.

The result was almost identical to the 1918 general election where Irish Unionists won a majority in present-day Northern Ireland whilst pro-independence Sinn Féin won all-but-three constituency seats in present-day Republic of Ireland: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1918_Irish_general_election

In present-day Republic of Ireland, the affluent south Dublin suburbs of Pembroke and Rathgar were the only areas to vote for pro-UK parties outside of Trinity College Dublin.

In present-day Northern Ireland, all parts of County Antrim and most parts of counties Down and Derry/Londonderry voted for pro-UK parties, with Tyrone being more pro-independence leaning and counties Fermanagh and Armagh being quite evenly split.

#maps #ireland #1920 #elections

[eqan]

introduction post!!!!

i’m katie (they/them) a 21+ white human living in colorado. i’m an occupational therapist on a rehab unit (so i practice physical medicine). i like to read and write and i’m physically incapable of living a life that is not chaotic. welcome!

here are my four dogs:

ranger, a mostly american pit/cattle dog mix with fear reactivity (barks a lot) and the sweetest snuggles you’ll ever have. he was shot at as a puppy and we fostered him for a short time before deciding to keep him (he kept peeing himself during adoption events due to fear). he’s a happy, playful boy who loves butt scratches!

milo, a rat terrier/chihuahua/dachshund mix (?) born at the shelter i worked at for years in college. we fostered him for almost a year before foster failing because he was biting people. he hasn’t bitten a single person since we adopted him. he is intelligent, high energy, and will run around with toys in his mouth and shake/whine violently when excited. he can sit in strangers laps now and get pets as long as he initiates the interaction!

ryker, a mostly cattle dog/german shepherd/american pit/australian shepherd mix who was hit by a car as a roughly 6 week old puppy and spent the first month of his life in a crate getting a lot of care. (you’ll notice one side of his face is wonky.) he’s anxious as a result, but very sweet. all he wants to do is run and chase things and force people to pet him.

dewey, a pembroke welsh corgi, who i will learn more about in the coming months!

this blog used to be home to egan, my heart dog and cattle dog/blue lacy/bull terrier/coonhound mix and pamela, my lab/gsp/border collie mix, but egan passed from recurrent aspiration pneumonia (he had idiopathic megaesophagus) in 2022 and pamela passed from a ruptured hermangiosarcoma in 2021. i miss them dearly.

#pinned

[breakfast-at-timothys]

'If a little learning is a dangerous thing, just think what harm a lot of it can do...' (Porterhouse Blue; Tom Sharpe)

Born in Holloway, and educated at Bloxham School, then Lancing College and later Pembroke College, Cambridge, Thomas Ridley Sharpe (more familiarly, Tom Sharpe; 30 March 1928 – 6 June 2013), was an English satirical novelist; best known perhaps for his 'Wilt' series, as well as 'Porterhouse Blue' and 'Blott on the Landscape'.

A satirical look at Cambridge life and the struggle between tradition and reform, 'Porterhouse Blue' (1974), tells the story of 'Skullion' - Head Porter of 'Porterhouse' (a fictional Cambridge college).

Adapted by Malcolm Bradbury in 1987 for Channel 4, the novel was serialised in four episodes; Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge, being used as the location; with David Jason as 'Skullion', and Ian Richardson as 'Sir Godber Evans'.

[notasfilosoficas]

“La indignación moral no es mas que envidia con aureola”

George Herbert

Fue un poeta, orador y sacerdote anglicano de origen inglés nacido en Montgomery Castle, Gales en 1593, reconocido con el paso de los siglos por su obra literaria  como uno de los principales letristas devocionales británicos.

Fue el hermano menor de Edward Herbert, quien fuera el primer barón de Herbert en Cherbury. 

Fue educado en su casa, en la Westminster School y en el Trinity College de Cambridge, fue elegido en 1620 orador de la universidad, lo cual lo describe como el mejor lugar de la universidad.

Durante la carrera académica de Herbert, su único verso publicado fue para ocasiones especiales en griego y en latín.

Herbert luchó durante gran parte de su vida con deseos contradictorios. Por un lado era una académico talentoso y al que parecía prometer una gran carrera política, y por otra parte, guiado por su madre, se inclinaba fuertemente hacia la vocación religiosa, y aunque estaba muy involucrado con la corte, a la edad de 36 años decidió recurrir a la iglesia en donde fue ordenado diácono

Por lo anterior, Herbert renuncia como orador en 1627 y se ordena sacerdote y rector de Fuggleston-cum-Bemerton, una parroquia sencilla dentro de un suburbio de una ciudad antigua llamada Wilton, sede de los parientes de Herbert, los condes de Pembroke. En donde pudo aflorar su talento poético.

George Herbert se hizo amigo del clérigo anglicano Nicholas Ferrar, creador de un conjunto de reglas para la disciplina religiosa de la comunidad.

Herbert se dedicó a lo largo de su vida a escribir poemas, y desde su lecho de muerte envió un volumen manuscrito a Ferrar, pidiéndole su decisión para ser publicados o destruidos. Ferrar los publica con el título “El Templo: poemas sagrados y jaculatorias privadas” en el año de 1633.

Herbert fue un maestro versátil de la forma métrica y de todos los aspectos del arte del verso. Comparte sus conflictos con el poeta metafísico arquetípico y amigo de la familia John Donne, con quien había un gran parecido en el uso del lenguaje común en los ritmos del habla.

Algunos de sus poemas como “El Altar” y “Easter Wings” se consideran poemas patrones, siendo consciente de la peculiaridad de su camino creativo hace mas difícil su verso precisamente para exponer polémicamente su arte poético con insólitas vetas de sátira y con un rigor intelectual de conceptos que supera en modernidad y vanguardismo a mucha de la poesía actual.

Herbert muere de tuberculosis en marzo de 1633 a la edad de 39 años en Bemerton.

Fuentes: Wikipedia, georgeherbert.org.uk, Britannica.com

#george herbert #citas de reflexion #citas de la vida #poetas #citas de poetas #inglaterra #frases de reflexion

[legolasbadass]

Office Hours, Part 24

Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague…

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 1.8k

Rating: T

Read on AO3

The next morning, the sun finally decides to visit Oxford. After weeks of rain and grey skies, the whole city comes alive again, and Richard and I decide to make the most of it by walking to the city centre and going out for breakfast. 

After our conversation in the kitchen last night, Richard and I made love, slowly and tenderly, and each kiss, each caress, was a reassurance of his love, healing all the cracks in my heart that had been left by past lovers. We moaned each other’s names as we came, and it felt like a promise. A promise that all the passion burning inside him was reserved for me and that our love would never waver. And as we walk hand in hand past the city’s most recognizable sites, I feel that he genuinely understands me now, and the peace and comfort that come with that are pure bliss. 

We step inside a small café facing the fenced gardens of the Oxford Union Society on St Michael’s Street. The bicycle parking rack in front of the café is overflowing, and inside, almost every table is taken by stressed-out students, their eyes glued to their laptops or heavy textbooks. Yet, despite the palpable buzz of approaching finals, the atmosphere in the café is warm and comforting. Wooden ceiling beams meet the poster-covered whitewashed walls under the bright light of the morning sun as the smell of roasted coffee beans and pastries fill the air. After ordering food and coffee, Richard and I find a spot crammed into a sunny corner by the large windows overlooking the street. Our oversized mugs clink against the dark mahogany of the table, which is so small our knees touch underneath as we sit. 

Richard tells me that he regularly frequented this café when he first moved to the city as he used to live only a few streets away, near Pembroke College. He reminisces over those years until our food arrives, and a companionable silence settles between us. Fried eggs, baked beans, and toast are a perfect treat after a long walk.

“Hm, it’s eggcellent,” Richard jokes, then immediately starts laughing as I chuckle and shake my head. He always laughs at his own—often terrible—puns, and I find that incredibly endearing. 

“You dork,” I reply playfully as I take another sip of coffee. 

“Hey, you always laugh at my jokes.” 

“Maybe I’m laughing at you?” I tease. 

His smile broadens. “Well, you’re still laughing. That’s what counts.” 

I smile back at him as he squeezes my thigh under the table. “Hey—any news about your potential project with Dr. Stanley Griffin?” I ask curiously. 

He hesitates before he says, “Er, no—not really.” 

I nod slowly; his tone is strange, as though he is trying to avoid the subject. Then, without another word, he reaches out to look at his phone. I frown—he has repeatedly been checking his phone since last night.  

“You keep checking your phone—what is it?” I ask, hoping I do not sound too much like an insecure, controlling girlfriend.

“I’m not checking my phone more than usual, love,” Richard says dismissively, which only makes me more suspicious. I suddenly have the strange feeling that he is hiding something from me—but why would he, when we share everything with each other? Still, it could be nothing. Perhaps he is simply waiting to hear back from some journal to which he submitted a paper, or he is expecting a response from some society or university concerning a conference. That must be it. 

But then why does he not simply tell me?

“I’m gonna get some more coffee. Do you want anything?” he asks, pulling me out of my spiralling thoughts. 

“Er, no I’m good. Thanks,” I reply with a smile. I watch him as he stands and leaves toward the counter, my eyes drifting to his solid thighs and the firmness of his bum in those dark jeans before drifting back to his handsome face just as he scratches his beard with one of his large hands. 

I know I have nothing to worry about with Richard. He is the most caring, thoughtful, and loyal partner I have ever had. But that only makes me even more curious—or worried—about what he could be keeping from me. Of course, I could insist he tell me, but it does not feel right to press him when he has always been so patient with me. 

“We seem to be running into each other a lot.” 

Of all the cafés in Oxford. 

Jason wears a beige trench coat, unbuttoned to reveal a burgundy cashmere sweater and the collar of a white button-up shirt underneath. He smirks at me before sliding into the empty seat in front of me. Richard’s seat. His knees come into contact with mine, and I immediately push my chair back. 

All I can think to say is a cliché, “I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

“Me neither!” he exclaims. “I’m glad—we didn’t really get a chance to talk yesterday, what with your boyfriend being there.”

I feel like one of those dumb horror movie heroines, convinced they have outrun the monster only to come face to face with it again. 

“What are you doing here, Jason?” I ask, glancing toward Richard, but he has his back to us. 

Jason chuckles. “I’m getting coffee?” 

“You know what I mean,” I retort with a sigh. “What are you doing in Oxford? And don’t tell me you’re here for the conference—we both know medieval literature isn’t your research area at all.” 

“Alright, look—I found out you were organizing this conference, and I thought….” He shrugs. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.” 

“There’s a reason for that.” 

He shakes his head. “Oh, come now, Lor—that was ages ago. And I said I was sorry—”

“‘Sorry’ doesn’t change anything,” I bite back, failing to hide the ache in my voice as the memories and pain of years past clog my throat. “And you also blamed me for sleeping with her so you’re apology doesn’t mean much.”

Jason opens his mouth to retort, but before he can say anything, Richard returns, his face hiding none of the hatred he feels for Jason. “You’re in my seat.” 

Jason leans back in the chair and looks up at Richard defiantly. “Oh, sorry—I’ll get another chair.” 

“Sorry, mate, I guess I didn’t make myself clear,” he says as he places his coffee on the table, now towering over Jason. “Get away from her.” 

Heat crawls up my neck as I notice the people in the café glancing at us. 

“What’s your problem?” 

“You know very well what my problem is,” Richard retorts with raised eyebrows. “Maybe no one has ever taught you how to treat a woman, but I don’t think you need a degree to understand that cheating on your girlfriend makes you an arsehole.” 

Jason chuckles and shakes his head as he stands. “I made a mistake, alright? But that doesn’t erase all the good memories we shared before that.” He is looking at me now, his eyes filled with an odd mixture of anger and regret. 

“No, but it changes them,” I say quietly, all too aware of the curious eyes watching us. “I think you should just go—I have nothing to say to you.” 

“So you’re just going to be angry at me for the rest of your life?” 

I sigh, my heart tightening in my chest, but Richard steps in before I can speak. 

“Don’t you dare make her think her feelings aren’t valid. What you did to her is unforgivable,” Richard growls. “And she’s made herself perfectly clear. So get out.” 

I stare at my empty coffee mug to avoid Jason’s eyes—and Richard’s—as they both stare at me. My stomach is in knots. When Jason finally leaves, Richard takes back the seat before me and reaches out to squeeze my hand. 

“Lorelei?”

I lift my head to meet his gaze, and I find myself feeling both comforted and annoyed by the deep concern in his eyes. 

“Let’s just go,” I say as I run a hand through my hair. 

I do not wait for Richard before putting on my coat and stepping outside. The sun is higher in the sky, and thus the shadows in the narrow street are longer. A cyclist wooshes past me on the road holding onto the handle of his bicycle with only one hand while he holds a stack of books in the other; this is the kind of little moment that makes me fall in love with Oxford every day, and as I watch him disappear around the corner, I remind myself that the day is not ruined simply because Jason interrupted our breakfast. 

Richard announces his presence by pressing a hand onto my back, and when I turn around to face him, his eyes are clouded in worry.

“I didn’t need you to defend me like that. I’m not a damsel in distress,” I begin uncertainly, adjusting my tote bag over my shoulder.

“I know you’re not,” Richard hastens to say, a deep frown on his face. “I’m sorry, love—I didn’t mean to—” 

“Don’t apologize,” I interject, reaching out to wrap my arms around him. “I was just going to say that I don’t need you to defend me … but I still appreciate it. I don’t think I need to tell you that Jason wasn’t exactly chivalrous.” 

“Calling him an arsehole wasn’t chivalrous,” Richard replies as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, “it was simply stating the obvious.” 

“Well, either way, thank you,” I chuckle before standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. 

When we pull apart a few moments later, Richard keeps one arm wrapped tight around my waist. “So, do you want to go home?” 

I shake my head, though I appreciate his consideration. “I won’t let him ruin my day. It’s warm, the sun is out, and I’d like to spend some time just walking around the city with you.” 

Richard smiles. “Your wish is my command,” he says playfully. “Oh—I got you a surprise.” 

Raising a curious eyebrow, I take the small paper bag he hands me and peek inside. Then I gasp. “A blueberry danish pastry!” I exclaim in excitement. “You’re the best!” 

Without wasting a second, I raise the pastry to my mouth and take a big bite, marvelling at the flaky dough and the sweet blueberry filling. 

“Hey, I have a pun for you,” I say as I lick my lips. “What did Grendel have for breakfast?” I wait a few seconds, then smile and wave the pastry. “A Danish!”

Richard bursts out laughing and shakes his head. “Now who’s the dork?” I stick out my tongue at him. “I love you, nerd.” 

I smile as he pulls me into his arms. “I love you, too.” 

The sun feels brighter and warmer as we make our way toward Broad Street, and Jason is but a distant memory as Richard’s hand lovingly holds onto mine, never letting go.

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