By Helene Beland
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
ojovivo

if i look back, i am lost
Cosmic Funnies

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Discoholic 🪩
The Stonewall Inn
Game of Thrones Daily
Misplaced Lens Cap
d e v o n

oozey mess

roma★
occasionally subtle
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Keni

bliss lane
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#extradirty
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@potatovodkagirl
By Helene Beland
horror napoleon???
Lannap x brokeback mountain
another lannap stuff
"Gangrene set into Lannes’ leg and it took him nine days to die. Napoleon visited him twice daily, and arrived to see him moments after he had expired. His valet Louis Constant found the Emperor shortly afterwards in his quarters, ‘seated immobile, mute, and staring into space, in front of his hastily prepared meal. Napoleon’s eyes were inundated with tears; they multiplied and fell silently into his soup.’"
Roberts, Andrew. Napoleon: A Life. Viking, 2014.
The Auction by Léon Mathieu Cochereau
Prince Blucher under his Horse at the Battle of Waterloo, engraved by Matthew Dubourg (fl.1813-20) from 'Historic, Military and Naval Anecdotes', pub. by Edward Orme (1774-c.1820) 1815 (aquatint)
Artist: John Augustus Atkinson
Portrait of the young Caroline de Colombier, first love of Napoleon Bonaparte
by J.Champagne
John William Waterhouse, The Siren. 1900
Pea Blossoms, 1890 - oil on canvas
— Edward Poynter (England, 1836–1919)
Albert Dieudonné… actor, director, screenwriter, yet above all an embodied enigma. I will not attempt to trace the lines of his life; what draws me in is not the man of flesh, but the aura that emanates from him. He struck me like a sudden revelation. In his eyes burns a rare intensity, a brilliance where charisma becomes almost tangible. His beauty — unsettling, singular, perhaps debatable — holds for me the grace of dark and romantic heroes. Was he truly that? It does not matter. What he radiates transcends ordinary truth: he belongs to the realm of dreams, of ideal figures. A Byronic hero? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Yet he carries within him that sublime melancholy, that fragile grandeur that awakens vertigo. His Napoleon, dreamt and magnified, deepens the illusion: he is no longer merely an actor, he becomes a symbol. Fantasy, chimera, mirage — he embodies the unattainable, the unknown that stirs desire. And for me, it is enough to lose myself in the depths of his eyes, and let the dream carry me away.
Waterloo muesum!
I finally visited the waterloo muesum about..you guess it the battle of waterloo! I didn't take as much pictures sadly because I was quite engrossed in the experience since they had 3 places to visit, the lion, Paramount and also the farm hougemont which I will make a seperate post about it.
Sorry for the audio lol
I've adjusted some of the locations I drew in my graduation comic
Beata Tyszkiewicz in Marysia i Napoleon (1966)
I have a lot of posts that are taking a while so uh- have fatpoleon in the mean time ig
hecate
Augusto Ferri - "Notturno con barche" (1893)
The Roses of Heliogabalus, by Lawrence Alma-Tadema.
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