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1971 Cadillac Calais
The Tudors + Costumes
Mary Boleyn's pink, purple & golden dress and black & red cloak in Season 01, Episode 02.
// requested by anonymous
1965 Cadillac Calais Coupé
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there has never been a time without unicorns. we are as old as the sky, old as the moon!🌙💫🏳️⚧️ Calais (he/they) and his updated look I drew for TDOV a month ago! He is incredibly dear to me as they helped me reunite with the part of myself that needed to be heard.
I just found out that the Boreads die at the hands of a vengeful Heracles. I know it says so on Wikipedia, but apparently when I looked it up, I couldn't read. I found this while reading Apollonius' Argonautica (Ap. Rhod. Argon. 1. 1296-9):
Telamon has just accused Jason and his "allies" of deliberately abandoning Heracles
He [Telamon] spake, and rushed upon Tiphys son of Hagnias; and his eyes sparkled like flashes of ravening flame. And they would quickly have turned back to the land of the Mysians, forcing their way through the deep sea and the unceasing blasts of the wind, had not the two sons of Thracian Boreas held back the son of Aeacus with harsh words. Hapless ones, assuredly a bitter vengeance came upon them thereafter at the hands of Heracles, because they stayed the search for him. For when they were returning from the games over Pelias dead he slew them in sea-girt Tenos and heaped the earth round them, and placed two columns above, one of which, a great marvel for men to see, moves at the breath of the blustering north wind. These things were thus to be accomplished in after times.
Bruh, I wasn't a big fan of Heracles, but I am a big fan of the Boreadas. This has left Heracles buried deep in my bar of minimal sympathy that I could feel for him. Or maybe I'm just really angry at the world today. I'm feeling sensitive today and he killed by winged Thracians😭
“Orpheus' tendency toward the effeminate - he is Jason's helpmeet; he is overly uxorious - points to the ways that the image of Orpheus in antiquity revealed the illusion of masculine mastery and self-mastery. Retellings of Orpheus' story depict a counterproductive masculinity that is striking for its failure to generate. Orpheus' mediations were tied to sexual structures, which allowed for discussion around the social implications of object choice. Plato, for instance, denounced Orpheus as an effeminate musician in the Symposium and a misogynist (for his rejection of women) in the Republic. According to Phanocles, Orpheus loved the young Argonaut Calais. This is not in itself problematic, since Orpheus is rendered as the active participant, but given Orpheus' pacific presence, his attentions do not sit entirely comfortably with Greek presumptions about sexual roles. Orpheus' pederasty sometimes dropped from sight: stories, including Euripides' Alcestis, refer to Orpheus as successfully retrieving his wife from death.”
- The Sexual Culture of the French Renaissance, by Katherine Crawford (2010). Cambridge University Press. p. 28.
I love that we have scholarship that boils down to: Orpheus was a bisexual twink top. Here is the Calais fragment for the curious (me)
“Or how Thracian Orpheus, the son of Oeagrus, loved Calaïs, the son of Boreas, with all his heart and often he would sit in the shady groves singing his heart’s desire; nor was his spirit at peace, but always his soul was consumed with sleepless cares as he gazed on fresh Calaïs.” link
North Street, Calais, Maine.
Unironically my favourite rare”pair” of a ship. My beloved calorphydice