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Lewis Baumer. Noel Streatfeild. 1926. Oil on canvas. National Portrait Gallery, London.
#baumer#british#portrait#20th cent#natl portrait#art#art history major#art history meme#art history#painting#paintings#artdaily#paintingsdaily
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#バウムオプティクス 今年は更新頻度を高めていこうと思っている #バウマーズ のご紹介です😊 いつも楽しい T上サマです♡ 何度もご来店いただいているのですが、なかなかのスロースターターで「ワタシがこんなん掛けておかしないですか〜?えぇ?ホンマに?いやいやちょっとカワイイやないの〜♡」とエンジンが温まってくると飛ばしまくるのです🏎 ³₃ 最後は空でも飛ぶんちゃうか🛫と言うぐらいノリノリになることも🤩 でも、その気持ちが大事ですからね! 無難を基準にしていたら、なーんにも楽しくありませんからね😤 - #anneetvalentin #アンバレンタイン #madeinfrance #madeinjapan #baumers #タマラン引力 #もうタマラン #ムハー #baumoptics #baum #instabaum #バウム #インスタバウム #場生む #大阪 #河内長野 #キタバ薬局 #向かい #桜珈琲 #斜め前 #キノシタグラム #エダスタグラム #シンスタグラム #メガネで非日常な日常を演出します (BAUM optics) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpUBxoLh6tI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#バウムオプティクス#バウマーズ#anneetvalentin#アンバレンタイン#madeinfrance#madeinjapan#baumers#タマラン引力#もうタマラン#ムハー#baumoptics#baum#instabaum#バウム#インスタバウム#場生む#大阪#河内長野#キタバ薬局#向かい#桜珈琲#斜め前#キノシタグラム#エダスタグラム#シンスタグラム#メガネで非日常な日常を演出します
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Lewis Baumer (1870-1963), ''The Tatler'', Vol. 79, #1159, 1923 Source
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Me when there’s gay people and they’re at war
#YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!! *telepathically throws furniture across the room* *shatters lightbulbs* *doors slam* *whole building shakes*#I am a parody of myself with this trope at this point#capvers#bbc ghosts#gauntwood#in memoriam alice winn#patrochilles#the song of achilles#tsoa#the iliad#baumer x katczinsky#all quiet on the western front#aqotwf#buck x bucky#mota#masters of the air#schofield x blake#1917 movie
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Guyz... Guess what I've been watching... (◍•ᴗ•◍)
#all quiet on the western front#all quiet on the western front 2022#aqotwf#paul baumer#kat#stanislaus katczinsky#im westen nichts neues#ww1#germany#german soldier#great war#history#fanart#art#digital art#doodles#soldier#war#movie#just let me doodle this pls pls pls i need to#i love them sm this is probably the only movie that i almost cried#ALMOST#i love them sm guys i rly do#i need them to be safe and happy#GUYS THEY DIDNT GET TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS TOGETHER IM SOBBING#THEY DESERVED BETTER 😭😭😭#guys y'all dont know how long it took me to draw the helments lmao#that's me panicking on the last pic by the way lmao#i promise I'll get back to drawing transformers after this lmao 😭😭
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Erich Maria Remarque you have ruined me
#i’m on a work trip rn for one of my jobs so i can’t post a ton of art but i AM reading this book for the 20th time#i need to find every person who’s ever read this book and sit them down. and look at them. that’s all#page 94-97. oh man. oh boy!#giggle. i’m so normal#all quiet on the western front#erich maria remarque#paul baumer#stanislaus katczinsky#those yellow boots are haunting the narrative#you ever look at your comrade roasting a goose and think yes i am experiencing the horrors but his shadow is home#and he holds the world on his shoulders#he is my comrade and he is mt brother and he is and he is and he is#wwi#wwi history#wwi literature
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war movie
#all quiet on the western front#im westen nichts neues#aqotwf#paul baumer#stanislaus katczinsky#my art#dedicated to everyone who asked if i watched this movie in the past six months#the most discussion i’ve seen about this tends to b related to the oscar’s which is kind of a shame#but oh well. got to b drawing more
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"What could he do, should've been a father but he never made it to his twenties. What a waste, army dreamers. Ooh, what a waste of army dreamers" I've recently been watching some war films for research purposes for a short film project I'm hoping to complete by the end of the year, of course, All Quiet on the Western Front is my favorite movie, I've seen the 1930s one before but never gotten around to the 2022 one.It's possibly one of my favorite films ever and I've never sobbed as much, I've brought the book as well and will be reading it over the week. Volker Bertelmann will pay for my therapy bills because this movie's score is hauntingly beautiful and fills me with such grief. If you haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend it <3
#all quiet on the western front#imwestennichtsneuesfilm#im westen nichts neues#paul baumer#felix kammerer#erich maria remarque#world war 1#history#historynerd
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Comraderie
#i keep forgetting to post stuff here oopsy🫣#all quiet on the western front#stanislaus katczinsky#paul baumer#paulkat#my art#ww1
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my little soldiers </3
#they make me so sick#doodle#paul baumer#stanislaus katczinsky#literature#all quiet on the western front#im westen nichts neues#erich maria remarque#army dreamers
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you, paul bäumer, will almost certainly be dead by dawn.
#all quiet on the western front#aqotwf#paul baumer#paul bäumer#my art#i've been busy w/ work so screencap redraws r all i have energy for </3
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#バウムオプティクス 皆さんが大好きな #バウマーズ のご紹介です♡ 皆さんが大好きな道の駅、道の駅かなんの名物駅長であるI原サマです😊 初めてバウムに来られた3年前はスカッと横長の「ザ・無難」なメガネを掛けており、「僕はメガネで冒険なんてしません😤」と頑なな姿勢を崩さなかったのですが、ふとしたキッカケで人って変わるものですね♡ 今や○□の人でイメージが定着し、スッカリ人気者♡ 売り上げもうなぎ登りだとか⤴️ 知らんけど笑 駅長!今後も布教活動をよろしくお願いいたします♡ - #xit #xiteyewear #エックスアイティ #エックスアイティアイウェア #madeinfrance #marseille #マルセイユ #タマラン魅力 #もうタマラン #ムハー #baumoptics #baum #instabaum #baumers #バウム #インスタバウム #場生む #大阪 #河内長野 #キタバ薬局 #向かい #桜珈琲 #斜め前 #キノシタグラム #エダスタグラム #シンスタグラム #メガネで非日常な日常を演出します (BAUM optics) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpEcK0JhaLH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#バウムオプティクス#バウマーズ#xit#xiteyewear#エックスアイティ#エックスアイティアイウェア#madeinfrance#marseille#マルセイユ#タマラン魅力#もうタマラン#ムハー#baumoptics#baum#instabaum#baumers#バウム#インスタバウム#場生む#大阪#河内長野#キタバ薬局#向かい#桜珈琲#斜め前#キノシタグラム#エダスタグラム#シンスタグラム#メガネで非日常な日常を演出します
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My Dream Blunt Rotation Would Be Unstoppable
#paul baumer#franz kafka#morrissey#the smiths#the beatles fandom#the beatles#louis wain#paul mccartney#john lennon#ringo starr#george harrison#blunt rotation
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A cup of hot coffee - Paul Bäumer / Female Reader
Description: Paul was caught stealing from the farm, again. Fortunately, the daughter of the farmer sympathized with him. [fluff, slight angst, oneshot, 3k words]
Omg, this is literally so self indulgent. Just saying but I only watched the 2022 movie, so I'm sorry if this isn't accurate to the book or to the other movie. Might also not be the most historically accurate thing either, bc I think the famers probably wouldn't speak his language, but hey, this is a tumblr fic.
Hope you enjoy it and pls let me know if you do, it always means a lot! <3
Part I
Paul was almost reaching another egg when he heard the door opening. He turned around instantly. Before he even saw a person, he saw the rifle.
No words came out of his mouth as his eyes widened and he raised his hands to the air, dropping the egg. It broke on the floor. He gulped.
"Don't do any movement, or I will shoot" It was too dark to see who was talking, but the voice was of a woman. On one hand, that probably made it easier to escape. On the other hand, Paul hadn't seen a woman in months and was caught off guard.
"Do you have any weapons with you?" Her tone was firm and she had the rifle pointed at him. He shook his head no. "I don't believe you"
Paul sensed he had no choice. "I have a knife."
"Throw it on the ground, away from you"
He did as she said and looked at her again. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he started to see who was at the door. She was no older than nineteen.
"What's your name, soldier?"
"Paul Bäumer" He kept his voice steady, but low. "I apologize, ma'am. I am very hungry"
"Bäumer, you'll get to live another day" She didn't lower the gun, just stepped away from the door. He hesitated, only walking towards it when he was sure she wouldn't shoot. She stopped him just before he could leave, "You're very lucky you didn't wake up my dad. Don't come back again if you care about your life," and stepped back again.
He nodded in silence and left. As soon as he was outside, he sprinted away, with just one egg on his pocket and a rumbling stomach.
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That was at least three weeks ago and the soldier had, in fact, not come back. Or at least you didn't notice if he did.
Your dad was in the nearest city, and probably would only be back by tomorrow. There were more chores to do than usual, but you didn't mind. Your day had already been quite productive, so you calmly folded the laundry while you waited for the water to boil for coffee.
Then the dog started barking and you heard a loud thud. You quickly grabbed the rifle and ran outside. The barn's door was slightly open.
"Who's there?" You asked, raising your voice as you entered the barn.
You found a soldier, getting up from the floor, his uniform stained in blood.
"Don't shoot!" He was quick to ask, raising his hands. For a moment you were confused, until you finally recognized him as the same soldier from before. He looked like he had been to hell and back, and he probably did.
His eyes found yours and you were left speechless. His whole face was covered in dust, mud and dry blood.
"Are you alright??" The soldier stared at you in confusion, not quite sure what to answer to that. Giving it a second thought, it was actually a pretty stupid question, so you didn't expect an answer. "You're Bäumer or something, right? I had told you not to come back."
"I deeply apologize, ma'am" His voice was shaky, although he managed to keep a collected posture. You should probably just shoot him, that was the smartest and safest thing to do at the moment. Still, you couldn't get yourself to pull the trigger. You sighed.
If you weren't going to shoot him, you should at least just tell him to leave, but if he had come back once, he'd do it again. There was a moment of tense silence between the two.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"What?"
You lowered the rifle and gestured for him to follow you. Every part of you was telling you that was a terrible idea. Letting a man, more specifically a soldier, into your house while you were alone was, at the very least, completely reckless. But there was also another part of you that felt terribly bad for the guy.
He didn't move for a few instants. "C'mon," you rushed him and he started walking, glancing at the weapon in your hand, which you made sure to keep close to you even after you entered the kitchen, holding the door open for him.
You simply gestured at a chair for him to sit down and started to make coffee for both of you. The two remained in silence, and you would make sure to keep him in your sight. It was hard not to notice how much he was shaking. At first you wondered if it was out of fear or something, then you came to the conclusion he was just freezing. Now, giving it more attention, his lips seemed to be already slightly purple.
"Do they not give you food over there in the trenches?" You broke the ice.
"They do, but rarely enough for everyone"
You nodded. "Tell me, how old even are you, Private Bäumer? You're a Private, right?"
"Yes, I am," he quickly said. "And I'm seventeen."
"Pretty much my age," you thought, but didn’t say out loud. You took his cup of coffee and handed it him.
At first he didn't drink it. He held the cup with his two hands, feeling the heat of it. Then slowly took a sip. You could swear his eyes were teary.
"Thank you, ma'am." His voice was sheepish, shaky almost.
"You're welcome. I'll get us some bread too" You looked for it as you spoke, then shared some with him.
The soldier was fast to eat it. He didn't seem to be lying about not having enough food. You took your time as you drank your coffee, trying not to feel pity towards him.
He looked out the window, and sighed.
"I should go back now, before it starts to get dark," Bäumer downs the rest of the coffee. "Thank you, again. I owe you a lot for this"
"If you want to thank me, then don't come back"
He nodded. "You won't be seeing me again"
There was both a huge sense of relief in hearing that and a slight disappointment. It was easier if he actually didn't come back though.
Private Bäumer got up and stared at you for a few instants. "Have a good day, ma'am."
"You too." The words were merely something polite to speak and you knew it, although you wish he could actually have a good day. He didn't look like he had had any it's been long time.
You opened the door for him and gave him a small smile. He smiled back, the tears now not so visible on his face, and you thought that maybe you wouldn't regret any of this at all.
"Before I leave, what's your name? Since you know mine"
You silently considered on whether you should answer it or not, then spoke. "My name's y/n"
Part II
The next time Paul saw you, he didn’t plan on trying to steal from you or anything. He wasn't even sure what he was doing. All he knew is that he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to, and for some reason he wanted to see you again.
As much as he loved his friends, he missed talking to someone outside of all the war. He missed feeling like just another guy instead of a soldier. And he missed talking to girls too.
So he was walking towards the farm, knowing that it was a terrible idea.
"She didn't shoot me the last two times," he thought. "Maybe third time will be the one."
On the way there, he almost stepped on a beautiful white flower. Barely noticeable in the snow. Paul stopped and knelled next to it, then carefully picked it. "I could give it to her as a way of saying 'thank you for the coffee'," he considered, "or at least as a 'sorry, I'm here again.'"
"I'm definitely getting shot" was his final conclusion as he kept walking anyway.
Then he saw you, and Christ, he needed to pull his shit together. He instantly felt anxious. It was embarrassing, really. "It's just a girl existing, chill."
Paul took a deep breath, looked around, and walked up to you.
"Good afternoon"
You screamed and turned around, pointing the shovel in your hands towards him. When you saw it was him again, you almost yelled, but was interrupted by the voice of an old man coming from inside the house.
"You okay??"
"Yes, dad. The dog sneaked up on me!" You yelled back with the best excuse you could think of.
"Sorry, I didn't think this through" Paul tries to apologize, but is cut off by you pushing him to the barn.
You close the door behind both of you and when you looked at him again you could swear you had never hated a soldier this much. "What are you doing here?? I was nice for not shooting you dead and you can't keep a promise to simply not come back?!"
Paul opened his mouth to defend himself, and closed it again. He probably looked like a kid being yelled at and he couldn't help but cringe at himself.
"You'll stay here until my dad goes to sleep, because if he sees you, he will kill you and I'll let him," You warned harshly. "Actually, no, I highly encourage you to leave, it'd make us both a favor if that happened."
The door is slammed after you leave and Paul takes a few instants to think about what happened, his heart still beating way too fast. He looked around and sat down on the ground, feeling hungry but not daring to steal anything. The flower had probably fallen somewhere.
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You watched in silence the soldier who had fallen asleep in your barn, taking courage to actually wake him up.
Bäumer actually looked only slightly better than last time and he smelled terrible. One could easily find him like this and assume he's dead. You sighed and sat next to him, with your head on your knees, wondering what you were even doing.
Were you really this lonely? So desperate for any sort of human interaction with someone your age that you'd do something this stupid? That was pathetic, there was no good reason for you to be helping this guy.
"Are you alright, ma'am?"
You flinched and quickly moved away. "Yes. I thought you were asleep"
"I was, kind of. I sleep very lightly just in case" He explains.
You nod with a sigh. "Were you out of food again?"
"I mean, we always are, but I came here to... I don't even know, talk?" He visibly cringed at his own words.
"Well, Private Bäumer, that was stupid of you" You couldn't help but feel annoyed at his presence. Although not annoyed enough to kick him out already.
"Call me just Paul, no one calls me like that"
"You call me ma'am, so it sounded appropriate"
"Touché, y/n" He smiled a little, not looking directly at you.
There was silence. You looked at him carefully, analyzing every detail. The mud under his nails, the dark circles under his blue eyes, the chapped lips.
"He's probably good looking when he's clean," you thought, almost immediately feeling guilty about it and looking away.
"How's life here? I suppose it is very calm," he still didn't look at you as he spoke.
"It is, usually. Recently there's been this dude who won't stop trespassing though. It's annoying as shit"
Paul chuckled. "Really? What a jerk! It must've been awful!"
"I know right? People these days are unbelievable!" You said dramatically.
He sat up with a smile. "Good thing the army's around! I'm sure the soldiers would help!" You snickered, rolling your eyes and suddenly not being that mad at him anymore.
Surprisingly, the conversation lasted for at least another couple hours, which felt like just a few minutes. As time went on, Paul started to talk more about himself and so did you.
You couldn't help but notice he had a beautiful smile.
Part III
"I brought a bottle of water, if you want some."
"I do. Thank you," he took the bottle and drank a least half of it in one go.
You two were walking in the woods, something you have been doing a lot recently. At least once a week, he would find a way to escape the trenches and you would do the most chores you could in the morning to have some free time later.
As it turns out, Paul was really nice. For the most part at least. He could also be annoying as much as he could be shy.
"I think you might actually be in love with me," he stated matter-of-factly out of nowhere.
"Excuse me?" You laughed, indignant.
"I'm just saying, I think you are," his voice was so sweet it barely even sounded sarcastic. "You like me too much."
"That's a problem?" You raised an eyebrow, curious on where he was going with this.
"Maybe. I don't know," he kept his eyes on anywhere but you, while you couldn't keep your eyes on anything but him. "Just doesn't feel like the brightest idea."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that," you chuckled and, this time, he looked back at you. For a few instants, you two just kept eye contact, feeling comfortable enough to not say anything.
Paul looked away first, maybe a bit embarrassed. "If you say so"
Everything felt lighter on those moments. Just chatting about whatever came to mind, from the most frivolous subjects to the deepest ones. And life wouldn't feel so lonely.
You listened to Paul's voice attentively. Wondering how was it even possible for you to like a person this much.
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That night, there was another attack.
You barely got any sleep. The trenches were miles away, but you could see the lightning of the bombs in the sky. You closed the windows and prayed, trying your best to not cry or think of the worst.
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The days passed excruciatingly slowly. You didn't get any news of Paul and was trying to at least keep focused on the chores and helping your dad with the farm. You had honestly never missed anyone like this and it was agonizing.
One day, after your dad went to sleep, you sneaked out again, needing air. You leaned back against the wall with your hands in your face and your eyes tightly closed.
You didn't sleep much that night either, or the one after that, not even in the whole week afterwards. For some moments, you tried to just accept Paul's probably dead. To simply go through whatever grief has to happen and move on. But then you would find something else to do and distract yourself from the idea. You wasn't sure why you even cared that much about a soldier whose fate was most likely always going to be this one.
Soon the sun would set again, ending another day. You were alone and had just decided to heat up water for coffee when you heard the dog barking. At first you brushed it off, but he kept barking. You sighed deeply, annoyed that you'd have to go outside.
"What is it, Otto?" You took the rifle, went outside and started looking around for you dog or why he was barking. It probably wasn't anything, as it usually wasn't.
A noise came from behind you and you quickly turned around, but before you could react any further, you felt something covering your mouth and stopping you from screaming.
"It's me, don't scream," it took a few instants to calm down and see who was really in front of you.
He took his hand off your face and you dropped the rifle on the floor to hug him.
"I'm so, so relieved to see you, Paul," your words came out muffled by how tightly you had your face pressed against his shoulder.
He was left completely in shock and took a way too long time to wrap his arms around you back. At first he was hesitant, but when he finally held you with the same strength you did, you could hear quiet crying. You couldn't even remember what had been the last time you felt human touch and it was so warm.
"Me too," he whispered. You could feel his hand on your hair. You would have to bathe again soon, but that was the last thing on your mind.
When you pulled away, the first thing you looked at were his eyes. You could never get tired of watching them.
"I know, I know. I look like shit right now," Paul said apologetically. You shook your face and put your hands on his cheek.
"No, you look great," his eyes widened and he couldn't get any word out of his mouth. "Maybe in need of a bath, but still great." You added with a small smile.
The sun was now almost gone and everything was quiet. Paul leaned against your hand and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Enjoying the silence and the comfort before he lost it again.
There were still tears on his eyes as he slowly opened them again. You gently brushed the tears away and he looked away with a embarrassed laugh.
You leaned in very slowly, giving him all the chances to pull away. But he didn't, and as he leaned closer too, you knew how much he wanted this.
Paul's lips were so soft pressed against yours. His hands made their way to your hair again and you closed your eyes. Your noses bumped and you could feel his smile as you kissed. Neither of you knew how to do this, but that didn't feel like a problem. He was here, alive, and you two had a life ahead of you to figure it out.
Both of you remained silent after you parted, still close to each other and trying to calm your heartbeats. You looked up at him again, and he did the same. There was so much you wanted to say, and not much you could get out of your mouth. Why was it always like that?
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" was what you asked.
Paul smiled. God, his smile was beautiful.
"I'd love to, please"
#fluff#slight angst#but with comfort!#all quiet on the western front#paul baumer#paul baumer x reader#x reader#felix kammerer
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#finally watched band of brothers...............#doc roe my beloved#+ aqotwf hyperfixation is back#band of brothers#doc roe#eugene roe#aqotwf#all quiet on the western front#paul baumer#stanislaus katczinsky#baberoe#kinda?????#ocs or baberoe#my art
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BÄUMER!!!!!!11!!1!1!11!!!!!!!!
#paul baumer#paul bäumer#why are there two tags for him#all quiet on the western front#aqotwf#erich maria remarque#ww1#I love drawing the uniform#i hate drawing stahlhelms
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