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Meanwhile in Portugal

the butcher where I usually go to did this recently omg

ethos-in-insanity:

Zeca Afonso

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The Corpse Bride of Portugal
When the fifteen year old Ines de Castro arrived at court as part of his new wife’s entourage, Pedro, crown prince of Portugal, fell in love. That love blossomed into an illicit affair that scandalized the court and threatened the international relations secured by the prince’s legitimate marriage. Despite his father’s overt disapproval, Pedro and Ines continued the affair, their union producing four illegitimate children.

When Pedro’s wife died unexpectedly in childbirth, the King saw to it that Ines was removed from court and sent into isolation in a monastery to prevent any further trouble - but that still did not keep the lovers apart. Pedro followed Ines, and the two lived openly as a couple, to the horror of the King.

Finally, he could take it no more, and the King dispatched assassins to kill Ines, and she was captured and decapitated before the eyes of her horrified children.

Two years later the heartbroken prince ascended the throne, and, in an act that may indicate just how unhinged he became as a result of her death, Pedro has Ines’ body exhumed, dressed, and placed in the queen’s throne. Allegedly, he then required all of the members of his court to address Ines as his wife, kiss her skeletal hand, and declare their allegiance to the happy couple. Unsurprisingly, the court obeyed.

This charming moment is captured in a painting by Pierre-Charles Comte, and hangs in the Musée des Beaux-Arts in Lyon. Not pictured is the scene of Pedro ripping the still beating hearts from the chests of two of Ines’ assassins, but we are frankly just fine with that.

Pedro and Ines rest hopefully in peace in the beautiful Monastery of Alcobaca, their matched tombs inscribed with the words “Até o fim do mundo…” or “Until the end of the world…”

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mangalho:

engine-red:

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achuvaquecai:

personalspaceinvaders:

Then I find this.

Now I’ll try to figure out what this is.

actually pork chop is an offensive term. of course, you can only find the term offensive if people call you that with that intention (like bitch, etc). but the term is offensive by nature. 

Like I said, never was called it. And actually never heard it. Uh, my uncle calls my cousin ‘costeleta de minhoca’?

So uh, I was born and raised in Portugal and currently live in the other side of the world in a fucking international dormitory and never in the history of ever was I called this. Not to mention I never EVER heard about this term referring to portuguese people.

LIES!! LIES AND SORCERY.

…also what’s a Fuddas Careyu. Can I drink it?

Aparentemente o termo é-nos dado por americanos e ingleses, mais do que pelas outra nacionalidades todas. O meu pai foi trabalhar num ambiente internacional (com mais americanos do que outra coisa qualquer) e veio-me com essa jóia.

A mim não me aquece nem me arrefece derp, imaginem uma pessoa irada a virar-se para vocês e a chamar-vos literalmente “costeletas de porco”.

Eu partia-me a rir, peço imensa desculpa. :’D

Yeah, Montreal, Canada born and raised, Anglos would call us Pork Chops and Francos would just call us generically “maudits immigrants”

my-world-is-amarillo:

nice!

Sometimes I love Portugal.

nevershutmymouth-ism:

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Lisbon

Portuguese tiles

My dad spent a whole day teaching me all about Portuguese tiles and at first it was a fucking pain in the ass day but at the end it became interesting :3 

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