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ART HISTORY MEME: 1/8 artists → ivan aivazovsky (1817-1900)
teacup goose horse small size suitable for apartment living
Because i love you, one minute of the Baltic sea
A replica of a 19th century Sailmaker chest - used by historical sailmaker Sarah Liscoe aboard HMS Victory
St. Augustine: A View of the Plaza and the Ponce de León Hotel in 1890 by John Stobart
John Stobart (1929 – 2023) was a British maritime artist
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we need fewer songs about falling in love and breaking up and MORE songs about famous disasters of the sea
being told you’d cruise the seas for american gold you’d fire no guns, shed no tears, now you’re a broken man on a halifax pier might not be a universal experience, but like neither is the club. so a little perspective might be nice
Replica 17th century pinnace Kalmar Nyckel sails up the Potomac River accompanied by official and unofficial escorts, June 7, 2026.
Video taken from the quarterdeck of replica 18th century sloop Providence by @the-golden-vanity.
Hoh stuff - May, 2025
Ship in the night, by James Gale Tyler, 1870
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
Stephen Decatur by Charles Bird King (NPG).
An early hero of the United States Navy, distinguishing himself in the Barbary Wars and the War of 1812, Commodore Decatur was someone who would probably identify as part of the LGBTQ+ community in the present day.
He was very close to fellow US Navy officer Richard Somers—the two had known each other since they were midshipmen on USS United States. Somers gave Decatur a gold ring before departing on a dangerous mission during the Barbary Wars, and Decatur was inconsolable after Somers' death at Tripoli.
All his life, Decatur wore the ring that Somers had given him, inscribing the legend Tripoli 1804 on the outside of the band and R.S. to S.D. 1804 on the inside. The issue of the two men’s relationship has been treated gingerly by biographers, when it has been discussed at all. At the age of twenty-seven, Decatur married a woman he had never met, who had fallen in love with his picture. Decatur is reported to have told his wife that his first mistress would always be the sea and his country—not she. The couple never had any children. James Fenimore Cooper reported with some bemusement that Somers was never known to have relationships with women. “Although it is scarcely possible that a warm hearted young man, like Somers, should not have felt a preference for some persons of the opposite sex, it is now known that he had a serious attachment when he lost his life,” Cooper wrote, adding poetically, “Glory appears to have been his mistress.”
— Randy Shilts, Conduct Unbecoming: Lesbians and Gays in the U.S. Military from Vietnam to the Persian Gulf War.
'Blowing Up of the Fire ship Intrepid commanded by Capt. Somers in the Harbour of Tripoli on the night of the 4th Sepr. 1804', c. 1805 print (US Naval History and Heritage Command).
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Moon Joy June: Launch Inspo
Moon Joy June artists! Looking for a little inspiration? The prompt for this week is “Launch.” Here is a small collection of photos of the launch of the Artemis II mission, which took place on April 1, 2026. What followed was ten days of our Artemis astronauts circling the Moon, returning to Earth, and experiencing pure Moon joy all throughout.
You can find more launch photos here. If you’re feeling inspired to make some art, you can share your creations on Tumblr with the #ArtemisArtShow hashtag!
I finished reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time in my life. With all of *vague gesture at everything* this going on.
I Am Not Okay
You have to understand. I watched the movies maybe once as a kid when they came out twenty years ago. I've somehow avoided learning like anything about these books my entire life. Literally everything about these books was a complete unknown and surprise to me. Totally blank slate going on. I barely even knew how it ended.
Holy shit.
Frodo didn't complete his task. Sam literally carried him up Mount Doom. And when he got to the end, he couldn't throw the Ring away.
But for Gollum biting it off with his finger, it wouldn't have been destroyed.
So Frodo's journey saved the world nonetheless.
And it broke him.
It was too much for him to bear. He could no longer live in the Shire or live in Middle-Earth. He wasn't of the world anymore. He had to go to the Undying Lands.
He took on the task that no one else would. He saved the world. Everyone got a happy ending. Aragorn became King, Sam rebuilt the Shire, Merry and Pippin became heroes. They all lived in renown.
But Frodo had the hardest task of all. No one else would do it. A simple hobbit who came by the Ring by chance. Not a King, not an immortal. Not a wizard. No power save his will and his friends. And he did it and saved everyone.
And he never got to rest. He never got to remain in peace. The task destroyed him. It was too much.
But there was no other way. Nobody but a simple hobbit could bear the ring all the way to Mount Doom and resist its power so long. Not a man, not an elf, not a wizard; they would have succumbed. Gandalf knew this, which was why he chose the hobbits in all his designs.
It's amazing that one of the precedent setting works in the fantasy genre holds up so well because it subverts what ultimately became the genre's core tropes. The hero was not the King, or a chosen one. In fact, the hero not being the King was a key point that allowed Aragorn to distract Sauron and allow the task in the first place. The hero was someone unassuming but courageous, who did the thing because no one else would, even though it was just by chance he came upon it.
But Frodo couldn't resist the Ring completely. He wasn't superior to anyone else in that way. And in the end it left him broken. The burden crushed him. No one else could do it, and in the end, he couldn't either. He wasn't so special that he was invulnerable.
I'm not okay. Holy fuck you guys.
It's been a week and I'm still not over this, I'll never get over this.
Something that I've been thinking about, as I struggle with depression and anxiety and *another vague gesture at everything* is that LOTR does not criticize Frodo for being broken. It does not shame him or deny him what he needs.
The task was too much and it broke him and that's okay. His friends nonetheless take care of him and let him go with understanding. The book doesn't treat it as a bad thing.
This seems to be a theme throughout the books. The characters rest and heal. They spend time recovering in Rivendell, Fangorn, Lorien, Ithilien. It's treated as good and necessary. They don't heroically endure endless torment from the second they set out until they're done.
And in Gondor's march from Minas Tirith to Mordor, Aragorn recognizes that some of the very few men he's taking with him don't have the heart to go to battle against the Enemy. And he says that's okay. He gives them other tasks the they can do. They hold other strategic points. They aren't shamed for not going all the way, or kicked out, or told that they aren't manly or whatever. Their limitations are recognized and respected. The task was too big and it was okay that they couldn't do it.
I don't know man. I've held on through some absolutely crazy shit. White knuckled through mental health crises when my doctors were begging me to take a break, to go to the hospital before I hurt myself. My therapist has tried to slow me down and tell me that I've been going through it and it's understandable that I am feeling some kind of way. Even one of my colleagues remarked that I've had an absolutely fucking wild career and that I've seen more as a lawyer of seven years than she has as a lawyer of forty. But I've gotten it into my head that I have to be strong, I have to be independent.
Fuck me, man, I'm currently white knuckling through life and hanging on by a fucking thread. A few weeks ago I was about an hour away from checking myself in to a mental health facility until my best friends swooped in to help me. And then I went right back to work.
And then I read this book. This fucking brilliant and beautiful book written by a man who had seen the horrors of war and spilled it all over the page. And I read it for the first time as an adult with full understanding and experience of what it all means. And it hits me like a fucking truck.
And it says that you can't endure everything. That at some point you need to rest and heal. That if you take on too much you will break. And that all of that is okay.
How am I supposed to move on with my life after reading this?
Certainly there are many messages within Lord of the Rings, but you have to think that Tolkien would have been happy that this message in particular was still being conveyed all these years later.
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Mark Daly (b.1956,American)-“The Lewis R French In Fog”, date 2024. Oil on board.