#ethel bethel

[suckmyskinnyballsmia]

Guys

Idk how your days are going…

But here is ethel learning about music boxes. 💖💖💖

(She’s been starting at it and making me replay it for the past 20 mins)

#ash’s stuff ? #french toast #ethel bethel #music box #cute cats #i love my cat

[quill-pen]

Bethel/Elm and Vine mood board attempt

#scrooge 2022 #netflix scrooge #scrooge a christmas carol #ebenezer scrooge #scrooge #fanfiction #the cratchits #bob cratchit #ethel cratchit #bob x ethel #bethel #elm and vine

[mean-vampyre]

Probable riverdale ending as of ep 11: beronica, regchie, ethel final girl, jughead lobotomy

Desired riverdale ending: beronica and regchie polycule, jughead just vibing at pops unaware that all his friends are making out, mary bisexual andrews and alice milf smith get together

3rd secret option: bethel and cheronica serial killing adventures, regchie and jarchie love triangle that gets resolved with a polycule and a song (archie cant decide between his love for sports-reggie and his love for writing-jughead)

#riverdale

[lboogie1906]

Congressman Pastor Walter Edward Fauntroy (born February 6, 1933) is the former pastor of the New Bethel Baptist Church in DC and a civil rights activist. He is a former delegate to the House of Representatives and was a candidate for the 1972 and 1976 Democratic presidential nominations as a favorite son as well as a human rights activist. His stated life work is to advocate public policy that “declares Good News to the poor, that binds up the brokenhearted and sets at liberty them that are bound” in the US and around the world.

The fourth of seven children, he was born and raised in DC. His mother, Ethel (Vines) Fauntroy, was a homemaker. His father, William Thomas Fauntroy Sr., was a clerk in the US Patent Office. He graduated second in his class at Washington’s all-black Dunbar High School and the members of his church held fund-raising dinners to provide him with a college scholarship, his church gave him enough money to pay for his first year at Virginia Union University. He pledged Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity while at Virginia Union, where he graduated with honors and then earned a B.Div. from Yale Divinity School.

During his stay at Virginia Union University, he met the 22-year-old Martin Luther King Jr. With much in common, the two men formed a friendship that began with an all-night discussion of theology. He joined the SCLC and upon his return to DC, became an influential lobbyist for civil rights in Congress. He helped to coordinate the 1963 March on Washington.

He became pastor of the New Bethel Baptist Church. He returned home with an unorthodox view of Christian service that his parishioners immediately embraced. Believing that religion was something more than a Sunday morning ritual, he took part in civil rights demonstrations, sit-ins, and marches – both in DC and elsewhere.

He is married to the former Dorothy Simms and they have two children. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #kappaalphapsi

[philcollinsenjoyer]

6, 8, 18, about whatever fandom you want for whatever question 🫶

6. which ships fans are the most annoying

WANGXIAN PEOPLE. now none of you know them but trust me on this like genuinely. otherwise barchies. go on twitter for five minutes get out with murderous thoughts

8. common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about

pride and prejudice 1995 is better than 2005. as a bonus 2005 is not that good as an adaptation. it's also not the greatest romance movie ever made. and keira knightley is not very good in it

18. it's absolutely criminal the fandom has been sleeping on...

BETHEL. AND ETHEL IN GENERAL. WAKE UPPPPP

[cometcrystal]

Bughead... Barchie... Beronica... Varchie... Jeronica... Jarchie... All TIRED

Betty x Ethel nation where you at

#riverdale #bethel #betty x ethel

[kurukodark]

Ethel Schamel

Ethel McKee Schamel

Age  31

Born 07 04 1894

Died 08 02 1925

Buried in Buried in Bethlehem Church Cemetery Grubville, Jefferson County, Mo

Some attribute her death to Bertha and she was thought to have been treated by her and she might have been. She passed away at her parents home near De Soto, Mo. She died from some kind of stomach issue. Her son, Lloyd died 9 days later.

Death Certificate…

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#Bertha Gifford #Bethel Cemetery #Catawissa Mo #cemeteries #Darkness Around The Bend #De Soto #Elmer Schamel #Ethel Schamel #Franklin County #Lloyd Schamel #Schamel

[tibby]

ive watched the ep where ethel and betty break the people out of the sisters of quiet mercy and honestly....... lesbian rights why does betty have more chemistry with ANY woman than with her own boyfriend this is so embarassing

maybe the true endgame was never ethelhead or bughead, but in fact....bethel.

#ask #Anonymous

[ferretorious]

Ethel Bethel, my squishy squee.. we lost you 1 year ago today. We miss you so much and your absence is felt every day... DIP sweetheart.. 😥💔🐾

[puppetonstrings]

A quick shoutout

to my girl Bethel/Ethel

#rapunzel's tangled adventure #rta #tangled the series #tts #tangled before ever after #before ever after #bethel #screenshot

[suckmyskinnyballsmia]

Ethel is on my lap and she’s falling asleep but she is too stubborn to actually fall asleep so her head just keeps nodding… then she picks it up and nodds more lol 💖

#ash’s stuff ? #french toast #ethel bethel #i love my cat

[quill-pen]

Pearls

I've considered doing some Cratchit-related stuff for a while now, so I finally bit the bullet. Don't ever expect smut for them, though. I can handle writing innuendo for them, but the actually stuff... I just can't do it. I can't. This Bob is so cute and wholesome--I can't graphically imagine him in that scenario and not be uncomfortable about it.

There's a little innuendo at the end, but it's not explicit.

She didn't like pearls.

Never had.

She didn't like their shape or texture; they were just too round and smooth--it was off-putting and unnatural.

That said, Ethel Cratchit couldn't help but linger her eyes on strings of them in boutique windows and around the necks of other ladies.

She wasn't envious. Not really. Again, she didn't even like pearls after all--she wouldn't even wear the things. But... there was a small part of her, deep down, that wanted at least one string of them. Not because she wanted to wear them, but because of what they symbolized to her mind's eye: worthiness. It was stupid and shallow to feel--however slightly --like her ultimate, womanly worthiness came from owning a string of pearls, she knew, but Ethel couldn't help feeling that any more than she could stop herself from staring at the blasted things in the first place.

For most of her life, Ethel Cratchit had been the eldest daughter of a tenant farmer. She'd seen good times and bad, known hunger and plenty. She'd also grown up seeing that even her mother, wife of an often-struggling farmer as she was, had owned a string of pearls. As far back as Ethel could remember, she had watched her mother take off the string to stow safely at night and put it on the next morning after shining it up. She didn't remember ever particularly liking the things, just being oddly mesmerized. Of course, whatever her feelings for pearls, her mother had looked gorgeous with them. And her father had always made sweet comments about it.

"Any worthwhile woman owns a string of pearls," Ethel remembered a snooty aunt saying once in reference to her mother's necklace.

Ethel had liked that aunt about as much as she liked pearls, but for some frustrating reason that comment has stayed with her. They'd implanted deep in her brain and grown and morphed into a frustrating idea: "Pearls were for worthy women. If a woman had pearls, she was a worthy woman."

This spawned Ethel's desire to own a bit of jewelry she didn't even care for, to begin with. It embarrassed her to no end, and she had only ever brought it up to Bob once when they'd first begun courting. It had been her "tell me one odd thing about yourself" answer. She'd then promptly told the man, that if he ever wasted such money on her to indulge this peculiar urge, she'd leave him on the spot. It was stupid and pointless. A waste of money.

Those words were far from her mind and lips now, as she sat on their bed in the candlelight holding the ornate necklace box Bob had handed to her moments before. Stretched out gracefully on the rich red velvet inside was a delicate little string of pearls. Their unnaturally smooth surfaces glinted opalescent in the waving firelight. It was her first birthday after Bob had been made Mr. Scrooge's partner, and it had been a truly magnificent one, but this... this took the cake for all the day had offered!

It would have been the natural thing to say how beautiful the pearls were; most women would have thought them beautiful. Ethel, of course, didn't and Bob knew that, so she couldn't say such things. All she could do was whisper in utter disbelief, "Robert Cratchit... what on God's blessed earth...?"

"I know it's you'll say it's a waste," her husband murmured, gently brushing her loose, flowing blonde tresses over her shoulder. "I know you won't ever wear them and that you don't actually like pearls. But I know you've always wanted a string anyway, Buttercup. I-I know what they mean to you. You are the worthiest of women, my beloved darling, and you deserve to feel worthy in every aspect. And if that means wasting money on a necklace that will only ever collect dust and never see the light of day, I will gladly waste that money." He brought a finger up and gently lifted his wife's face to his to meet her gaze. Bob smiled softly, his mismatched eyes alight in undying, gentle devotion and infatuation. "Making you feel the best is never a waste in my eyes, Ethel Marie," she stated. He leaned forward and kissed her brow.

Ethe shook her head but couldn't help but smile. "We could have spent that money on something much more important, Bob," she stated matter-of-factly.

"And we can do that another time," Bob countered. "I don't think I'm on the edge of losing my job anytime soon. Besides, I think it's just as important to treat the woman I love and the wonderful mother of my children as it is to donate to any charity in the grand old city. 'Charity begins at home' and all that." He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a long, soft kiss that she eagerly returned. "Mmmmmm.... Happy birthday, my beautiful love."

Ethel smiled against his lips, gazing into his half-lidded eyes with a lovestruck gaze of her own. After a moment she reluctantly pulled away and stood. Tenderly closing the box, she crossed the floor to her modest vanity, opened a drawer, and tucked the necklace inside before closing it. All at once, that little ache deep inside her that had been there for as long as she could remember didn't ache anymore. And all because of a bloody little string of ugly, round stones, the woman snorted to herself, shaking her head. Ugly, round stones she wanted to have but never wanted to wear--oh, she was daft! As daft as the handsome, wonderful man who had wasted money on the ugly, round stones she wanted to have but never wanted to wear.

Speaking of which...

Ethel spun about on the balls of her feet to face her man. She leaned back against her vanity table and stretched her arms across it, smiling saucily at the half-undressed fellow. "Well, now, Mr. Cratchit," she purred huskily, tossing her head so that her hair fell over a shoulder and part of her face. She pushed away from the vanity and sauntered back to the bed with an extra sway in her hips.

Bob stared at her, wide-eyed and wanting as she came on. He gulped. The sight of her clad in nothing but her thin, dusty pink, ruffled, and satin-ribboned summer nightgown made him uncomfortable in the best possible way.

Ethel crawled up into the bed above him and straddled his lap. She smoothed her small palms up his solid chest and over his slender shoulders as she gazed darkly down into his longing eyes. She bit her bottom lip as his hands automatically came to hold her waist then slid down to rest on her hips. "You've indulged my foolish fantasy to own a pearl necklace despite how I'll never wear it," she crooned, trailing her fingers up into his hair to tangle at the nape of his neck. She pulled him into a passionate kiss that successfully left them both panting for air when they parted. Then the blonde leaned down until her mouth was right against the redhead's ear and whispered tantalizingly. "I think that's earned you the opportunity to give me a pearl necklace I actually want to wear."

Ethel giggled as Bob blushed crimson up to the very tips of his ears.

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#if nothing else the daughters can borrow them #scrooge 2022 #scrooge a christmas carol #netflix scrooge #the cratchits #bob cratchit #ethel cratchit #bethel #fanfiction #elm and vine

[lesbianherstorian]

hey! could you explain some of the history behind the stud identity?

stud is a black lesbian identity, much like AG (aggressive). though it is similar to butch in describing female masculinity, and stud/fem often mirrors butch/femme roles — it illustrates their unique relationship to womanhood by recognizing the specific ways in which they are subjected to, and impacted by, racism, homophobia, and misogyny due to historical constructions of black gender roles and perceptions of black female masculinity.

some historical information and excerpts about the meaning and evolution of stud identity:

in 1965, ethel sawyer conducted “a study of a public lesbian community” in st. louis, missouri. this was the earliest known sociological study of a black lesbian community anywhere in the united states. in this fieldwork, sawyer found that masculine black lesbians in the midwest referred to themselves as studs.

anita cornwell writes “the butch, who in all black gay circles that i have ever encountered is labeled ‘stud’” (from “a black lesbian is a woman is a woman…”, published in the los angeles free press, november 1972)

lorraine bethel references “the black bulldyke stud” in her poem “what chou mean we, white girl? or: the cullud lesbian feminist declaration of independence (dedicated to the proposition that all women are equal, i.e. identical/ly oppressed)”. (published in bethel & smith, 1979)

susan, in an interview about female prisoners, uses the term “stud broad” to explain “women who from physical appearance might easily be mistaken for men … contrary to the images in homophobic research and media … they are often unusually quiet and gentle … [she] sometimes won’t allow herself to be touched.” (from “sex is always the headliner”, published in sinister wisdom no. 16, 1981)

oshen t. explains “i identify as stud but, growing up, i didn’t know that there was a word, ‘stud.’ what was more common was butch, but at some point, like in my mid to late teens, i noticed that butches were usually white women, and even though i did see some black butches … at some point it got really irritating and didn’t fit me. i don’t feel butch, and i don’t like that word, even saying it. stud came out of me and my peers having a conversation, and i held onto that word stud. we younger studs from east oakland started to gravitate toward that. butch was white and older, and as young kids, we were studs. there was some age stuff, race and class. all the books were about stone cold butches … just white people. we were like, nah, that’s not us.“ (quoted in “masculine of centre, seeks her refined femme” by b. cole, published in persistence: all ways butch and femme, 2011)

b. cole writes “unlike white female masculinity, female masculinity for womyn of colour is based on sites of power and systemic oppression — through masculinities of colour. the assumption that they can be resignified with equal subversive and revolutionary actions against white manhood is false. the ability to access masculinity pivots upon the ways in which gender intersects with race, and these gaps have been filled with new ways of naming ourselves. in the last decade, the explosion of young masculine-of-centre womyn has created a demographic shift on the butch landscape, giving way to terms like ‘stud’, ‘boi’, ‘tom’, and ‘macha’ in california and the south, ‘dom’ within the d.c., maryland and virginia region, and ‘aggressive’ or ‘AGs’ in new york.these identities represent a redefined female masculinity that is rooted in the experiences of womyn of color and is more genderqueer than historical interpretations of butch……the emergence of this new language would not have happened were it not for the ways in which masculine-of-centre womyn of colour live their female masculinity through the lens of race. our identity has socially transformative powers and there are still nuances to our identities — masculine-of-centre mothering, social mobility, and historical racial oppression — which shape masculinity in ways that have yet to be fully explored…*womyn here is used to reflect that, for many of us, as masculine of centre, our gendered identity is not accurately reflected in the term women.” (reprinted in outside the XY: black and brown queer masculinity, 2016)

nneka onuorah said “black women don’t have a voice — black ‘AG’ [aggressive] lesbians don’t have a voice. i wanted to tell a story of my own for people who look like me.” (from an interview with NBC news about her film the same difference, 2015)

some films of interest:

the aggressives, directed by daniel peddle, 2005

pariah, directed by dee rees, 2011 (netflix)

stud life, directed by campbell x, 2012 (amazon)

the same difference: gender roles in the black lesbian community, directed by nneka onuorah, 2015 (kanopy)

#ask #long post #definitions #stud lesbians #to watch

[wutbju]

VERSNICK, RUTH MARY age 64, of Britton, passed away April 11, 2018. Ruth was born November 29, 1953 in Gaylord, MI the daughter of Stanley and Ethel (Auld) Versnick. She was a graduate of Onaway High School and Bob Jones University, Class of 1975, and retired from United Parcel Service as part of their management team. 

Ruth is survived by her brother, David (Barbara) Versnick of South Carolina and nieces and nephews, Dr. Mark (Amanda) Versnick, Jon Versnick, Paul (Sarah) Versnick, Elizabeth Root, Matthew Milholin and Benjamin Milholin. She was preceded in death by her parents and sister, Sandra Milholin. 

Memorial services will be 3:00 PM Saturday, April 28, 2018 at the Britton Bethel Baptist Church with Pastor Phil Devaney officiating. Visitation will be 2:00 PM Saturday, preceding the service. Condolences to the family may be made online at pursefuneralhome.com.

#Bob Jones University #Ruth Mary Versnick #Hall of Fame #Obituary #BJU Alumni Association

[lboogie1906]

Walter Edward Fauntroy (born February 6, 1933) is the former pastor of the New Bethel Baptist Church in DC and a civil rights activist. He is a former delegate to the House of Representatives and was a candidate for the 1972 and 1976 Democratic presidential nominations as a favorite son as well as a human rights activist. His stated life work is to advocate public policy that "declares Good News to the poor, that binds up the brokenhearted and sets at liberty them that are bound" in the US and around the world. The fourth of seven children, he was born and raised in DC. His mother, Ethel (Vines) Fauntroy, was a homemaker. His father, William Thomas Fauntroy Sr., was a clerk in the U.S. Patent Office. He graduated second in his class at Washington's all-black Dunbar High School and the members of his church held fund-raising dinners to provide him with a college scholarship, his church gave him enough money to pay for his first year at Virginia Union University. He pledged Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity while at Virginia Union, where he graduated with honors and then earned a B.Div. from Yale Divinity School. During his stay at Virginia Union University, he met the 22-year-old Martin Luther King Jr. With much in common, the two men formed a friendship that began with an all-night discussion of theology. He joined the SCLC and upon his return to DC, became an influential lobbyist for civil rights in Congress. He helped to coordinate the 1963 March on Washington. He became pastor of the New Bethel Baptist Church. He returned home with an unorthodox view of Christian service that his parishioners immediately embraced. Believing that religion was something more than a Sunday morning ritual, he took part in civil rights demonstrations, sit-ins, and marches – both in DC and elsewhere. He is married to the former Dorothy Simms and they have two children. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #kappaalphapsi https://www.instagram.com/p/CoUmmqnLYjx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #kappaalphapsi

[philcollinsenjoyer]

how do u feel abt bethel (betty ethel).

u come and ask this to me a bethel shipper since the beginning..... if people just thought for a moment like they literally escape a homophobic coven holding hands i dont know what to tell you

#sorry about the gay subtext of the nuns episode but im not the one who wrote it #riverdale