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best part of master and commander. He’s just like me fr
reblog if you’ve had an online friendship that’s lasted more than 2 years
i’ve seen a lot of guys have nice legs. i think men’s legs are underrated. because of society
I bet having a blade bounce harmlessly off your armor feels good as fuuuccck
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the thing is I am pro-rpf on principle, but I do think you should keep it away from the actual people you're shipping. but it is NOT out of concern for their comfort (insert pete wentz bank account post), it's for the same reason that like animal behaviorists and field biologists and such try to stay out of view when they're observing animals in the wild. don't tip them off it's gonna to skew the results of my study.
Three Barn Owls at a quatrefoil church window. Photographer: Richard Brooks. Date: July 2009. Shot at a local church in North Norfolk, England.
hey. stephen. that was really transgender of you
In folk music men are always dying in industrial accidents and women are always haunting stuff. What if a woman dies in an industrial accident and a man walks these hills in a long black veil. What then
I need a polite and effective way to say "hey your heart is truly in the right place and your anger is often righteous but I think sometimes you’re getting recreationally mad about things that are frankly not worth the amount of energy you’re spending on them, and every time you do this you're driving yourself slightly more insane with nothing to show for it," and then I need a way to broadcast that message through a loudspeaker to roughly 30,000 people at once, and THEN I need a time machine to send that message to my past self lol. and maybe a second time machine in case past me tries to be clever and sabotage the version of me who comes through the first time machine
I was looking at 18th century potraits, as one does, and in the middle of incredibly posed and formulaic portraits THIS guy jumps out at me
And suddenly any other portrait makes you question: "Why isn't there an explosion happening in the background? Where is the wild air of danger and dynamism? Did the subject get to look incredibly badass but also maybe sit down a bit while posing for the artist?"
RIP to Admiral Adam Duncan, 1st Viscount Duncan of Camperdown, 1731 - 1804, and to Henri-Pierre Danloux who painted him. Nobody else was doing it like them.
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Answer: this was an absolutely mad Scottish lad who had just smashed the French Revolutionary* navy to smithereens. Being painted by a French emigré painter who had to escape the Revolution. Which meant the painter was double-invested in making this badass look extra badass and had the background of a school of painting that was far less stiff and formal than English portraits. Henri-Pierre's pal from pre-revolutionary Paris painted this quintessential badass portrait of Napoleon, after all.
* okay technically Dutch but overrun by the French Revolutionaries
the “PowerPoint night” was a kind of early twenty-first century literary salon fashionable among the youth of the period
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