#Imperator Class

[lonestarbattleship]

"MIGHTIEST FOR WAR AND FOR PEACE. Uncle Sam's latest and largest battleship U.S.S. COLORADO' docked alongside the giant S.S. "LEVIATHAN."

Both Queens of the Seas. COLORADO, (left) the largest of Uncle Sam's battleships, was dwarfed in the shadow of the giant Leviathan as they lay together for the first time at the River Pier at West 44th St., N.Y. COLORADO looks like a tiny craft alongside of the mighty Levnathan."

Date: November 9, 1923

AP Photo: link

[pedroam-bang]

Ansel Hsiao - Imperator-class Star Destroyer Redux (2018)

[alreadybraindead]

They're so cute!! I sure hope he doesn't fuck it up somehow

[nocturnalhe]

COPIA HAS ADHD RHIS IS CANON BECAUSE TOBIAS FORGE TOLD ME HIMSELF. THIS IS MY STORY

OK so one. to me (tbf this is all based on my experience i have, not that i’m papa or whateva ..) he’s so estranged to his brothers not because they share a different mother (that too also headcanon diff mom obvs cuz nihil is a slut but perchance.) but because he’s neurodivergent. of some sort. maybe not adhd or maybe on the army of audhd but who knows? me know. while sister might treat him more dear to her because he’s her son, it’s also bc coddling i can imagine bc he’s had trouble growing up bc. ND. that can be an add on why he’s never really ‘close’ with his brothers.

also the lack of focus. it’s shown in that one chapter where he’s instead playing his games instead of getting to his responsibilities as a papa. ALSO ‘findally!’ HE KIND OF HAS A SPEECH IMPEDIMENT OK TRUST.

forgetting his own lyrics on stage is so spot on too. ALSO special interest = RRRATS like yes king write a whole album dedicated to the plague and rats serve yo shit. also hc he made siblings dress as the plague doctors or more so the medical team at the ministry join him like yass fun little trip !!!! speaking of forgetting, forgetting his whole momma at the hospital which the whole point of going was to pick her up .. to tobias this is a bit to me this is evidence

ANOTHER THING,

THIS ?? like obvs his contact was just bugging out BUT ☝️☝️ HEADCANON it’s bc sometimes with adhd it makes ya eyes bug out for example, zoning out , one eye goes that way and the other goes the other, maybe it’s just old ppl problems but on my tumblr . com blog it contributes to the adhd allegations

also the weird noises he makes. eugh. euggfhh. tht there too. like frank zappa. ayayaya

ERMMM i’m sure there’s more but i can’t think right now (right now? like rite here rite now ?) but if there’s any other things anyone wants to add on LET ME KNW BRUH!!!! I LOVE HEARING HEADCOANONS

[girl-debord]

"the working class knows exactly how it's being fucked over, it just doesn't have the resources to fight back" yes that's why the republican party has no membership in poor rural areas. that's why working class neighborhoods are never saturated with reactionary churches. "imagined relations to a real set of conditions" is only for the bourgeoisie

[sims-tec]

HGF1092 40k Models

A good friend of mine, HGF1092, has had several of his models disabled on sketchfab. He's allowed me to reupload several of them onto here. Feel free to use them as long as you give him credit and do not use them for monetary gain.

Allarus Terminator: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1qEe-fKmi_S6hvpoIPOp2FbwMGFUnlAqU/view?usp=sharing

Aquilon Terminator: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1fIMrw8eGFTQ0tPfGCUnGoaHGTgmiWypD/view?usp=sharing

Imperator Class Titan: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1h3bJRAHAAHzKOLBIq3mHskJbE_YlIp_D/view?usp=sharing

Man of Iron: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1RDsfj15D7bm6P2BR_g9c_TYM9j-03yVz/view?usp=sharing

Lastrum Pattern Storm Bolter: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1e2qjEibvseLxnjim3P_f5ZB19NUOFYEI/view?usp=sharing

[lesbianboyfriend]

there actually is a universal moral imperative and it’s that everyone has to be so niceys to me

[blorbocedes]

Do you think any of the current possible pairings of drivers on the grid could ever rival the brocedes vibes?

no❤️

[mychlapci]

*garfield voice*: whoever invented philosophy deserves to be drug out into the street and shot

listen man, i think i would enjoy philosophy if i wasn't being bored out of my goddamn mind <- is an animation student forced to take philosophy in order to get into the program

idk what they put in philosophy classes that makes them so difficult to pay attention to. my cheese dream was the best philosophy class i've had and it was a dream and also i was crying by the end of it.

i mean i do like philosophy. but i feel like philosophy classes are less about philosophy and more about sitting in the worst chair you've ever sat in for an hour and a half, listening to the stupidest opinions anyone's ever had.

[nedlittle]

who do you think should play christopher marlowe in a movie or play about his life

listen. listen i have no idea about actors in particular partly because i have no idea who is the Hot Young Thing in british acting circles rn but i can tell you the Vibe and it's some recent drama school scholarship kid with a bunch of theatre work, like 4 bit parts in tv shows approximately half a dozen people have seen, and absolutely zero scruples about being a weird whore for his cinema big break. utter unknown. one of those theatre kids who is just a little bit deranged for no good reason. willing to give the role 500% when maybe only 100% is asked for. alison epstein of a tip for the hangman writes the screenplay, i consult. snubbed by major awards circuits except for a well-deserved bafta. i personally never hear the end of the resulting "bad gay representation" and "bury your gays" discourse as a result. love and light i hope you understand my vision

[lonestarbattleship]

RMS Olympic goes into dry dock.

Photographed on October 24, 1934.

TopFoto: EU038051, EU038039, EU038027

[rabbitmotifs]

trying to figure out when its socially acceptable to start blasting my music so i dont accidentally wake up my suitemates

[bearberrythief]

I like how bad and bungled Rhaenyra's plan to get a Targaryen bastard to bond with some of the dragons was. Just shove forty odd people in a cave with a dragon and hope one of them manages it. No teaching them about dragons or commands or anything. No training them to try and ensure one of them succeeds, or trying to keep them alive. No regard for them as siblings or cousins or family. Ordering her knights to hold them in while most of them burn. Really shows that no matter what she says about wanting to rule for the smallfolk and care for them she ultimately sees them as inconsequential, disposable, just as the rest of the nobility does. She is monarchy and therefore is a terrible person with an incredible capacity for violence, no matter what she says

[novanhistorian]

Every day I must act normal despite knowing how the contrast between Memphis’s and Sana’s views of authority all traces back to how they see the same quasi-omniscient system exploited and by whom.

[caesarsaladinn]

I consider it a moral imperative to depict foreign cultures in fiction so it’s clear their lives are equally as tedious and petty as ours. it’s too easy to imagine eg pagan blood sacrifice was as exciting to them as it is to us, or take their theologians’ word for it that God is everywhere and everything, and conclude that people actually lived in a constant state of religious fervor. this happens in classes about Islam a lot

[luveline]

would you be in the mood to write something for peter parker x reader?? it’s been a while since i’ve read anything new for him and i’m missing my boy :( maybe something about things getting heated while making out with peter but he knows reader isn’t ready to go any farther so he has to stop them, and then maybe reader feels guilty for not being ready bc they feel like they’re stringing him along? a good mix of (semi)smut & fluff & angst haha. thank u angel i love u <3

ty for requesting, love u <3 fem!reader, 1k

cw suggestive content

“Is that okay?” he whispers. 

You’re nearly too busy trying to kiss him to whisper back. “Yeah, Peter, just–” Fully too busy. 

Peter enjoys being on top of you for two reasons; the first, the most imperative in the moment, is because it flicks a switch in your mind that has you all flustered and breathless under his touch, your chest heaving something sorry and your hands a frenetic back-and-forth between roaming and limp on his back; and the second, his guilty pleasure, is that he’s in an optimal position to slide his knee between your thighs and listen for your breathless sigh. 

He says your name between kisses to catch your attention, finds he can’t quite get it as your mouth closes up on his and your spit wets his lips. Your hand wanders under his shirt. 

Peter has been worse than shirtless around you, a consequence of his strange after-classes hobby, but he’s not so sure you’re ready to peel him out of it. Your fingers ride up his spine. 

He fishes your hand from behind him to hold it above your head. 

“Hey,” he says, pulling back, your eyes lit and aligned with one another, the brightest light in the room. It feels wrong to speak into the dark like this, disrupting your whispers and your quick breathing. “You don’t wanna do that.” 

“I do,” you say. He’s no genius, but he sees the wobble of your lashes for what it is, sudden regret. 

“It’s okay, bub. We got too heavy too fast,” he laughs. 

You bite the inside of your lip as he sits up. It’s his fault, he shouldn’t have kissed you like that, definitely shouldn’t have let his leg slide up against you, what was he thinking? He’s kissed you so hard your lips are swollen. 

You use the flats of your palms to clamber up against the headboard. Your heart is a thudding he can’t ignore, triply loud, and his own pulse is rocketing too. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“No, that’s okay,” —he reaches for the hem of your sweatpants to tug them back over your hip and stomach— “I was bearing down on you, I shouldn’t have– I–” Peter Parker levels of stuttering occur, to which he can’t subject himself, hiding his face in his hands. 

There’s a small silence. Peter attempts to calm down. Your heart rate slowly drops. 

“I really am sorry, Pete.” 

His neck cricks as he lifts his head. “What?” He lets his legs fall to the side of the bed and shuffles up to the top to see you clearly, squishing the back of your thigh where your legs are up to his hip. “Come on, what do you have to be sorry for?” 

“I’m leading you on and stuff. Not cool.” 

“What? What are you talking about? I started it.” 

“I was giving it just as good as I was getting it,” you say with a regretful smile. “You’re just such a great kisser–”

“Don’t try and distract me, it’s working,” he teases. More seriously, he puts his hand on your knee, thumb pressing to the soft crease underneath it. 

“I shouldn’t kiss you like that if I’m not ready for it.” 

“Why not? You can kiss me whatever way you like, it doesn’t have to lead to anything.” 

“I’m winding you up. Boys don’t like that.” 

“I love it,” he says, dropping his chin to his hand to speak to you from just below your eye line. “I love everything you do, I love kissing you, it doesn’t mean you have to be ready for something else.” 

You don’t accept his reassurances as quickly as he’d like, leaning back, the rising valley of your chest and tummy two pretty not to look at even as something serious transpires. He adores you, your every hill and curve and rigid line, all of it, and he’d love to fuck you but there’s no rush. What do you need to rush for? Peter’s sure it’ll be just as much fun a few months down the line as it would’ve been tonight, but it’ll be perfect then, because you’ll be ready then. 

“Who cares what boys like anyways?” he mumbles, kissing your kneecap appreciatively. 

“I just don’t wanna mess it up, Pete. I really like you.” 

“You can’t mess it up, it’s not like that, we’re not like that. You mean a whole lot more to me than that,” he says, giving your thigh a squeeze. You meet his eyes with less shyness now, the beginnings of a smile like twitches at the corners of your mouth. “I like you more than you like me, anyways. You can string me along. String me up, if you want.” 

“String you up where?” you ask with a laugh. 

“From that statue on ESU?” 

“What? How would I do that?” 

“Get Spider-Man to help you.” 

You pull the leg he isn’t leaning on up toward your stomach, knee rubbing along the inside of your opposite thigh, the last trace of regret. “You’re sure you don’t care?” 

“Don’t care, don’t mind, just want you to be happy.” He kisses your knee. “I thought you’d know that by now.” 

You brace your face in both hands, letting out a long sigh. “I don’t know what I know when you do that thing to me. How about you keep your legs away from my legs for a little while?” 

Peter smiles like an idiot, hiding his eyes in your knee and his mouth behind your calf. He doesn’t mind being honest, but you’re making him nervous flirting like that and he isn’t allowed to kiss you again tonight. “I– I can do that. No leg stuff.” He leans away from you suddenly. “God, no leg stuff. You’re beautiful, I wish you didn’t worry about me.” 

“I’ll try not to, Pete.”