#1930s.

[misterlemonztenth]

03-31-25 | 1938 Talbot-Lago T-150 coupe. via specialcar. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

[aiiaiiiyo]

[rejectory]

@sicariav​ *

Eyes watering, his breath rattles out like he’s cold.

He ain’t. For goddamn once.

One. Two. The nausea’s scared of numbers. Three.

He thinks of his dead father, who arrived home in an envelope and many high-ranking thanks. Cold in his unmarked grave out there. Steve has to believe he’s dead for a reason. He doesn’t know why Ma had to go, though. There’s not a day that goes by he doesn’t feel like an animal without her. Hurt, looked at.

Hey.

Fair’s got a twisted sense of self.

Four. F—uckin’ Missus Kauffman waving at him? From across the street? Revving up to talk his ear off, no less.

Steve pretends he doesn’t see her. Not a lie if he squints the slightest. Scuttling, he misses a bread truck by this much bad luck and touches a shaking knuckle—WINCE—... does not probe anywhere near his nose. Staring close until he goes cross-eyed, everything else smudges.

And if that doesn’t slam him straight into—

[doctor-uchron99]

Some pics about French submarine "Surcouf" in 1930s.

[rvexillology]

Flag of the First Syrian Republic, adopted after the country gained partial independence from France in the 1930s.

from /r/vexillology Top comment: What kind of government was it?

[polish-spirit]

Odprawa policjantek przez inspektora Policji Państwowej w Łodzi (1937).

[rejectory]

@killerdame: “do you ever feel like your life has turned into something that you never intended?”

the blood of this one sings: club slick and light and... countryman sweat on her surface. dove’s — what a name, what an unfortunate name — hair catches cruelly between mary’s knuckles, a beaded curtain of gravel and pinks she pans in her palm.

❝ yes.

❝ but, hon, you can’t say that. ❞ she stretches a naked foot on one of the dead men’s cheeks and squishes his mouth into the mud. ❝ not accordin’ to them, anyway. ❞