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Duchess’s Pick: The Tudors 2x08.

So this series of post is not meant to criticise these shows buto to explore the worldbuilding & its details to help historical fiction or historical fantasy writers spot the inaccuracies within popular media. This episode was picked by @anomaly00

Clothes

Tudor Men always wore hats. Eddy Seymour is rocking one in the first minute of the episode.
His sister is just wandering around with some jewels in her hair and her tits on show. Nah. She’s unmarried so hair down is a good mark but where’s your headdress, young lady? (1:35)
Anne should not be wearing her hair down or uncovered. (3:00)
Also Jane no bow? And are you going to keep your cloak on while serving your Queen? The level of disrespect… (3:40)
Ladies, that is a veil but you can see your hair. That just defeats the purpose (7:31)
Excuse you Thomas Wyatt. Why aren’t you laced up? You are not Colin Firth, please close your doublet (15:23)
Jane, why is your hair up? Have you married? No? Then put your hair down and wear a fucking hood. (15:52)
Henry Motherfucking Tudor where is your gorget? If that lance splinters and gets you in the neck, you will die. Die. Chainmail is not good enough, young man. (27:29)

Court Politics

William Brereton & Chapuys are just having a treasonous chat in the corridor with everyone around them. Chapuys do you want to be sent back to Spain tp explain to the Emperor that you’ve fucked up? Or die? (4:00)
My Pope, my guy. This is how you do politics. Use that fuck to do your dirty work, play to the people. (10:12)
Now, you shall spot a guard over the shoulder of Henry Norris. He is doing exactly what he should be doing. The King must not be alone. (21:41)
This children is a feast. Everyone in attendance, chatting and eating. This is what a court looks like (37:58)

Etiquette

Also Ladies in waiting, this is a good enough attempt at gowns but we’re missing veils & proper sleeves. (2:00)
The King walks in to the herald’s cried warning so everyone has time to get ready. This is right. (3:41)
Henry’s just on his own? Where is is guards? His gentlemen? His fucking hat, where is it? (5:00)
Cromwell, no offense, but you call that a bow? Thatcher could do better (6:38)
And yes, Anne and other Queens often did this charity. Washing the feet of beggars and giving them money. (8:58)
Kneeling to Pope was OK. But Francis, no need to go so hard. I thought you fell 😂 (9:34)
The Great Hall was set like this but this is not supper. Everyone would eat together. The guys eating are just having a snack (15:12)
Jane, very nice curtsy here. Also you should only rise if given permission to, which she did so gold medal 🏅(16:50)
The King could never just sneak up on you like that. He’s meant to be surrounded by ar least a dozen gentlemen & guards. You’ll notice him coming. (25:38)
Mark would not have been allowed to hold her this way. He was a commoner. One doesn’t simply go hug a Queen. (29:01)
One would probably not lay a monarch on a table with some raw meat. But Jonathan Rhys Meyers is doing what he does best, looking like a goddamn meal😍 (30:31)
Sorry but nobody would tell the monarch not to do anything. Family may advise it but certainly not a common physician. My guy, no. (36:46)
And the Seymours are just gonna leave their unwed, potentially valuable daughter alone with Charles. First of all, nope. Second of all, that’s Henry Cavill, are you blind Lord Seymour? (37:22)
No announcement for Jane. Fire that groom (41:37)
This groom is so fired. Announce people for the love of God! We wouldn’t have #wenchingwithmistressseymour2020 (43:16)
Excellent service from the ladies here. One motion or sound and up from their seats they go. The very least expected of a lady or maid in waiting. (44:29)

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I don’t wanna live a life full of tomorrows.
I want to live a life full of todays

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Being in lockdown is like walking under a bridge, only a glimmer of sunshine, but the graffiti is good.

Micro poem and photo Lisa Lopresti

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I get this overwhelming pain

And I grab my head in distress

But turns out to be nothing

Just thoughts

And I’m left hurting

Wondering if it makes me crazy

Being overwhelmed

By feeling nothing.

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i long for the day my writing turns from heartbreaking to heartwarming

-ourloveisdrunk

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Sometimes it feels like the universe is playing with me for shits and giggles.

I just want to have the little things everyone else seems to have had for years. I’m not saying they’re without problems, but mine seem more fundamental in the sense that I just cannot have these things that make me happy.

I’m so scared of even admitting what I want, to say it out loud because I think as soon as the universe knows, something will happen to screw things up immediately. At least then my tears and disappointment don’t become entertainment or examples.

If you surrender defeat before the fight gets too intense then the actual defeat doesn’t hurt that much right?

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7:27am

Gray morning, no striking sunrise. Only murky light that slowly gets brighter. Gauzy curtains and silence.

It rains so often here for it never being in the forecast. Although it’s not begun this morning yet. It’ll come eventually, it always does. I really do need a better raincoat.

I enjoy these quiet, solemn mornings. They may not have the dramatic spotlights of sunbeams and the singing of an avian choir.

But they are mornings of reflection, a mirror into how I really feel. Today? At peace. A window into my thoughts. A heavy blanket of sleepy epiphanies. I never know my own mind as well as I do on these mornings.

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Wrapped

Gets lonely

I come up for air

Find less and less O2 to share

Amongst fewer people each dare

Drowse

Driven away

Dive down

Return a little deeper every day

Hale lungs

Orbital spun

Foster faster centrifugal winding

To the ocean’s floor

Rapt opining

Turns out I was on a string

This radius shortening

Each cast

Every wrap around the sun

__________________________

Maureen Armstrong @haikkun

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When the night feels too long again and I start drowning myself in chasms of emptiness; I’d think of you.

I’d think of you when it becomes hard to inhale and I’d think of you when the spirits dissappear into the thin air.

When the moon decides to fade away in the pale morning sky; my lungs would swell without my knowing.

And I’d whisper to your image in my head “Don’t feel no remorse”. Don’t feel no remorse; please.

“Please forgive me” you said.

I do.

I do, when the morning glories bloom and the birds start flying to the east; I do.

And likewise, almost out of routine, I’d run down the memory lane as I shut my eyes to sleep; and kiss you in my dreams.

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They were drowning in their fears but your faith helped them to see light. Your faith saved them.

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Simple joys

Leave an ash mouth taste

Rotten perfume once sweet

The memories of a lost childhood

And memory and time so wasted

Again I am a child

Abandoned and confused

Laughter exchanged for tears

Then rage

And surely I am mad with grief

My mind crumbles along with your life

Your pain and strife may cease

But I will linger as a ghost

Numb and blank eyed

Un-moving

See

I have died with you

Yet carry on

As you would have me do

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“i love you,” he said
“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said
“you’re the one for me,” he said

i only had to look into his eyes
to know that his words were genuine

i held his hand as he spoke
traced the curves of his face,
his neck,
his chest.
i pulled him closer,
kissed his cheek softly,
breathed him in
and held on to him with all i had

i created intimate moment after moment
but no matter what i did,
no matter how hard i tried,
i could not make myself feel the things he felt for me.

it was in these moments
that i realized i was clinging on
when i should have been letting go.

—————

“why are you doing this to me?,” he cried
“do you have any idea how much this hurts me?,” he cried
“but i love you!,” he cried
“do you know how much you mean to me?,” he cried
“you’re putting daggers in my heart,” he cried

“please,” i begged, “i just want you to be happy”
“i was happy with you!,” he cried.