#if i live to the 19th-

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[notbecauseofvictories]

I don't know how strictly accurate this is, but one of the things I find shocking about watching historical dramas is how many people there are around all the time---according to Madame de... (1953) a well-off French household in the Belle Epoque maintains a workforce of at least 3, and the glittering opera has staff just to open doors. According to Shogun (2024) you can expect a deep bench just to mind your household, and again, people who exist to open doors.

Could people....not open doors in the past? Were doors tricky, before the standardization of hinges? Because otherwise, the wealthy used to pay a whole bunch of people to do it for them in multiple contexts, and I find myself baffled.

[newtid]

had the urge to draw the butch werewolf again (mainly in thanks to punkitt's werewolf sona)

started making this a couple days ago and was planning on posting it tomorrow but i just learnt that woah!! it's butch appreciation day

anyway i made this gal nearly a year ago but she's still unnamed, so if you've got any ideas let me know

[thefairlyoddhuman]

as finals are upon us- I want to ✨️die✨️

[emotoangel]

thinking about more than just romantic and feeling a bit unwell

[ghoulgeists]

new tortured soul dropped

[daguerreotyping]

Absolutely stunning post-mortem daguerreotype of a young man with killer cheekbones and haunting eyes, c. 1850

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Historians having takes on frev women that make me go 😐 compilation

Sexually frustrated in her marriage to a pompous civil servant much older than herself, [Madame Roland] may have found Danton’s celebrated masculinity rather uncomfortable. Danton (1978) by Norman Hampson, page 77.

The Robespierres sent their sister to Arras because that was their hometown, the family home, where they had relatives, uncles, aunts and friends, like Buissart who they didn’t cease to remain in correspondence with, even in the middle of the Terror. There, among them, Charlotte would not be alone; she would find advice, rest, the peace necessary to heal her nervousness and animosity. Away from Mme Ricard, who she hated, away from Mme Duplay, who she detested, she would enjoy auspicious calmness. It is Le Bon that the Robespierres will charge with escorting their sister to this neccessary and soothing exile. […] If there is a damning piece in Charlotte Robespierre's case, it is this one (her interrogation, held July 31 1794). She seems to be caught in the act of accusing this Maximilien whom she rehabilitates in her Memoirs. She is therefore indeed a hypocrite, unworthy of the great name she bears, and which she dishonors the very day after the holocaust of 10 Thermidor. Charlotte Robespierre et Guffroy (1910) in Annales Révolutionnaires, volume 3 (1910) page 322, and Charlotte Robespierre et ses mémoires (1909) page 93-94, both by Hector Fleishmann.

Elisabeth, as she was popularly called, was barely past her twelfth birthday, younger even by three years than Barere’s own mother when she was given in marriage. On the following day the guests assembled again in the little church of Saint-Martin at midnight to attend the wedding ceremony of the handsome charmer and the bewildered child. Dressed in white, clasping in her arms a yellow, satin-clad  doll that Bertrand had given her — so runs the tradition — she marched timidly to the altar, looking more like a maiden making her first communion than a woman celebrating a binding sacrament. Perhaps the  doll, if doll there was, filled her eye, but certainly she could not fail to note how handsome her husband was. Bertrand Barere; a reluctant terrorist (1962) by Leo Gershoy, page 32.

The young nun who bore the name of Hébert did not hide her fate. She did not wish to prolong a life stifled from her childhood in the cloister, branded in the world by the name she bore, fighting between horror and love for the memory of her husband, unhappy everywhere. Histoire des Girondins (1848) by Alphonse de Lamartine, volume 8, page 60.

Lucile in prison showed more calmness than Camille. Before the tribunal, she seemed to possess neither fear nor hope, she denied having taken an active role in the prison conspiracy. What did it matter to her the answer they were trying to extract from her? They said they wanted her guilty? Very well! She would be condemned and join Camille. This was what she said again when she was told that she would suffer the same fate as her husband: ”Oh, what joy, in a few hours I’m going to see Camille again!” Camille et Lucile Desmoulins: un couple dans la tourmente (1986) by Jean Paul Bertaud, page 293.

What did it matter to Lucile whether she was accused or defended? She had no longer any pretext for living in this world. She was one of those heroines of conjugal love who are more wife than mother. Besides, Horace lived, and Camille was dead. It was of the absent only that she thought. As for the child, would not Madame Duplessis act a mother's part to him? The grandmother would watch over the orphan. If Lucile had lived, she could have done nothing but weep over the cradle, thinking of Camille. Camille Desmoulins and his wife; passages from the history of the Dantonists founded upon new and hitherto unpublished documents (1876) by Jules Claretie.

Having been widowed at the age of 23 [sic] years, Élisabeth Duplay remarried a few years later to the adjutant general Le Bas, brother of her first husband, and kept the name which was her glory. She lived with dignity, and all those who have known her, still beautiful under her crown of white hair, have testified to the greatness of her sentiments and austerity of her character. She died at an old age, always loyal to the memory of the great dead she had loved and whose memory she, all the way to her final day, didn’t cease to honor and cherish. As for the lady of Thermidor, Thérézia Cabarrus, ex-marquise of Fontenay, citoyenne Tallien, then princess of Chimay, one knows the story of her three marriages, without counting the interludes. She had, as one knows, three husbands living at the same time. Now compare these two existances, these two women, and tell me which one merits more the respect and the sympathy of good men. Histoire de Robespierre et du coup d’état du 9 thermidor (1865) by Louis Ernest Hamel, volume 3, page 402.

Fel free to comment which one was your favorite! 😀

[saltcherrycat]

• Angel Cloud •

[mono-socke]

Day 18: Web

i constantly had 'interweb' by poppy in my head while drawing this

[deebsultan1984]

help my son please 🙏

My little angel with half a heart, Mohammed Sultan from Gaza, was born in the 4th of February, 2015. He was born with congenital malformations in his heart (ypoplastic Lt. hear syndrome). Actually, he started his life with the help of a surgical operation in the heart to keep him alive. After several years, in 2019, he went to the hospital on foot to have a new heart operation. Unfortunately, my life turned upside down when doctors told my that there was a mistake in an operation that led to a stroke and that he would not walk, he would not walk like he was in the past.

I did not give up. His Mom and I exerted all our efforts to renew our son's hope. We started to give him physical therapy and pronunciation treatment at Al-Amal Hospital in Gaza Strip. Then we continued his treatment at home due to the lack of financial supply and resources. We learned all the physical therapy treatment methods and we managed to offer all the massage machines at our house. In addition to a continuous follow up from a physical therapy specialist in order to get beneficial medical instructions. Indeed, we achieved a good progress to our son Mohammed's physical condition, but we faced a serious problem since the physical therapy specialist asked us to take our son to a neurologist. The neurologist told us that Mohammed is in a serious need to an urgent operation for the sake of lengthening the feet tendons. Unfortunately as long as the myocardium is too weak, the operation could not be operated and he requires more modern medical treatment which is only found abroad. Thus, our son Mohammed must travel to Turkey to get a successful treatment so that he can walk again. This is his only hope . He is in a big need for your help in order to get a good treatment.

Mohammed's suffering did not end. Unfortunately, the war in Gaza broke out. Our house was bombed. The physical therapy which we hardly offered, were also destroyed. Now we live in a tent in an uninhabitable area. Our life is getting worse and worse than before. We are appealing you to help us in order to travel abroad for the sake of our son's medical treatment.

Mohammed is a young child and he still has hope as other children to play, walk, have fun and live peacefully. This appeal is our last hope to get out from this nightmare. We're looking for your help, anyone, anyhow who can save his life by getting an appropriate treatment and care in a safe place.

You are all in my heart. Those who can help. You are my real mercy angels.

[emptyrainbowz]

I’m taking tomorrow SO seriously (I live in the United States)

[finelythreadedsky]

 On one level the book is about the life of a woman who is hardly more than a token in a great epic poem, on another it’s about how history and context shape how we are seen, and the brief moment there is to act between the inescapable past and the unknowable future. Perhaps to write Lavinia Le Guin had to live long enough to see her own early books read in a different context from the one where they were written, and to think about what that means.

-Jo Walton

[moongazeonastarfillednight]

James Clark Ross circa November 1849

... I'm obsessed with this.

[popsicle-stick]

canal women

[emotoangel]

and when they upload a 15th anniversary pinof video of the BTS of pinof1 what then huh