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Selfie? Havent seen a new photo of you in awhile

How about these professional modelling photos

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The L’Orient Coffin

One of the most unusual battle trophies of all time must be the coffin made from the wreckage of the French flagship L’Orient that blew up at hte Battle of the Nile in 1798.

The Burning of L’Orient- 1798 by Edwin Galea

It was presented to Nelson by Captain Hallowell of HMS Swiftsure on 23 March 1799. Hallowell had retrieved a large section of her mainmast and instructed his carpenter to fashion it into a macabre gift. Nothing as used in its that had not come from L’Orient and an accompanying note certified to this fact. It is not clear why Hallowell had this coffin made in the first place, nor why he waited ten months before he sent it to Nelson. The two were friends who had seen service together, and perhaps Hallowell feared the effect of all the praise showered on Nelson after his celebrated victory at the Nile.

A covering letter sent with the coffin stated: “My Lord, herewith I send you a coffin made of of the L’Orient’s mainmast that when you are tired of this life you may be buried in one of your own trophies- may that period be far distant is the sincere wish of your obedient servant”

Nelson’s coffin, 1799

While his officers were appalled, Nelson was amused and for some time he had the coffin standing upright against the bulkhead of his cabin, behind the chair he sat on for dinner. Subsequently it accompanied him as part of his luggage during his long overland journey home to England with Emma and William Hamilton in 1800. In London it was stored with Nelson’s agents, Messrs Marsh, Page and Creed. During a brief period of leave in the autumn of 1805, just before the Battle of Trafalgar, Nelson visited them and instructed that the certificate of authenticity be engraved on the lid, adding “ I think it is highly probable that I may want it on my return.” Was this cryptic comment a presentiment of his early death ?

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[jennywwlove]

Which room is Carol’s?

The bed at the opening scene where she hides a gun underneath and the bed she slept after her injury seems different?

Only the bed in the dream is different

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Curiosity kilt the Cat

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About Me:

Hello! I'm Bug I'm into a LOT of different aesthetics and things and can never really choose which one I want to represent myself so this blog includes them all! I love drag. I am in the true crime community and have loved to research serial killers and cases since age 10🔪 I love horror movies, thrillers, and mysteries🔎 I'm a very curious person and love to ask questions and leaen new things📚 I love cooking and baking🥖🍪🍳I'm witchy and I love witchy things, I am an Athiest but I often practice things from Wicca. I collect oddities/curiosities and I'm in the Vulture Culture community🦷 I'm a scavenger; I love to go on walks in the woods and find cute rocks and sometimes I find decaying animals🦴 or bones/skulls and things that I like to take home. Ive collected since I was 7. I'm hugely into science and anything that is sciencey instantly attracts me!🧪⚛I love space and anything to do with it. Huge astronomy nerd🌌🚀hugely into the cottagecore, goblincore, and farmcore aesthetics.🦔🐾🐌🍄 My music taste is really all over the place but I consider myself a Metalhead since that's my main music taste⛓ I regress but I have an Instagram dedicated to it so I wont post it here (@soil_squirmin_wormin) I LOVE to thrift and upcycle. I love sewing and crafting🧵🧶📍✂️ I'm into vintage style and toys. I have a huge love for animals and I plan to work with them. I love all types but my main loves are reptiles and amphibians. I'm huge into the clown aesthetic and clowncore in general and plan on posting more clowny content❤💛💙. In love with amusement parks and the circus.🎪🎠I love to draw and paint and I create clown OC's which I show on here. I love bugs and insects and anything to do with entomology🐞🐛🦋🐝 I am in the LGBTQ community. This blog is 420 friendly

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@taylorswift when she touched the fire.

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stardust — C.Danvers

(2/6) one shot — What is home? — post-Captain Marvel — 2001 — SPACE

Five years.

Five years of space..

Five years of traveling from place to place...

Five years of nothing but fighting and war....

That was all the young Danvers child knew.....

They had been stationed on the planet Caethea for the past few months waiting for the ‘rainy’ season to begin before collecting the new energy sources needed to power their ships.

The locals had been enthusiastic to host the Skrull refugees along with Carol and her young daughter Estella. The small girl fell in love with the new planet almost immediately having seen the deep turquoise coloured skies that were lit up by two suns. “Mama we live here forever and ever?” she had giggled so innocently from her spot beside Carol one night whilst the pair were watching the stars of the new solar system, “no baby no just for a little while longer then we have to find some more of the Skrulls like your uncle Talo” she tried to let her child down as gently as possible the fear of screwing something up ripe in her blood whilst she watched her daughters face fall to a saddened look, “oh” the small heartbroken noice tore into Carol as she watched the features of someone who she had once trusted so much formed across the small child’s face as the little girl whimpered.

Feeling her heart rench at the sound of the pain she’d brought to her baby made her crumple quickly as she sat up, scooping the tiny child into her arms holding her tightly against her chest. “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound so mean I’m sorry” she murmured softly into Estella’s fluff of golden brown hair as the girl clung to her mother small sparks danced across her skin on her hands matching that of the sparks shimmering from her mother’s own hands. “We lost Mama we like Unca Talo” Estella questioned lifting her head up to look at her mother, both their eyes were tear sodden either from fear or from sadness. “No.. no.. my star not lost..never lost” Carol near cried running her hand soothingly up and down Estella’s back, “we just haven’t found the right place for us yet.. we’ll find it.. I swear” she murmured pressing soft kisses to the girls forehead.

“Mama?” The small girl spoke up after so long of silence between them both, “yes my star” she replied ready to answer whatever her child wished to know, “wha is home?”.

“Home is what you make it..” she began.

“You can’t always see it but it’s there.. home isn’t really a destination more a place where the people you love are. Because love is home. And a family is home..”

“Home is not where a person comes from, it is where a person feels like they belong. Some people like us just have to travel really long journeys to find it whilst other people are able to just find a home in the people that they’re with” .

“Mama.. am I home?”

“Yes my star.. you are my home. Where ever you go is home to me because that is where you are”

“Mama I thinks you my home”