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NPMD best line deliveries
oh shit! oh fuck!! i didnt think thered be a skele'uhn here ?!? im so fucking scared of skele'uhnz!!!
dont frighten him pokey you nasssssty boy
were going to jail...and with my luck no one will even B O T H E R making me their bitch...
๐ฆ heyus the thing about a bรฃrbฤqรผe...it brings folks together...from awl wawlks of laife...theyres a storhรฉ behand everyh burrghurr...everyh kehbahhb...
but I...called God a sonofa B word...who am iaieEUGHAHuhuuuh...
#honourable mention FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE GO GET FUCKED YOU'RE FUCKING LOSERS AND WE'LL KILL YOU#and ofc W E D O N T G I V E A S H I T A B O U T Y O U R P H O N E#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#starkid#starkid npmd#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#hatchetfield trilogy#tgwdlm#black friday#lords in black#max jagerman#peter spankoffski#grace chasity#richie lipschitz#ruth fleming#steph lauter#nick lang#matt lang#jeff blim#will branner#lauren lopez#jon matteson#mariah rose faith casillas#joey ritcher#kim whalen#angela giarratana#corey dorris#curt mega
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#a#b#c#d#e#f#g#h#i#j#k#l#m#n#o#p#r#s#t#u#v#w#y#z#50 likes#100 likes#250 likes#500 likes#750 likes#1000 likes
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Episode 1 // Episode 3 THE HEART KILLERS (2024)
#the heart killers#the heart killers the series#thk#khaotung thanawat#joong archen#my creations#B R O T H E R S
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sitting on the floor in a puddle of tears and feathers hoping for a godkin to come rescue me
#okay okay okay#explanation:#i'm an atheist angel.#but.#i feel empty#and i think i just want someone to worship p l e a s e#aaaaa#ooc target#atheist angel#angelkin#godkin#deitykin#divinekin#actually angelic#otherkin#alterhumanity#alterhuman#otherkinity#therianthropy#nonhuman#otherkin help#guys p l e a s e#p l e a s e#i a m b e g g i n g#s o m e o n e l e t m e w o r s h i p t h e m#(in a nonsexual way /serious)
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i have been attacked. humiliated. demoralized. ASK THE MAN ABOUT THE DINOSAURS, PODCAST BOY ๐ซต
#sherlock and co#sherlock & co#s&co#sherlock and co discord#sherlock & co discord#s&co discord#john watson#HELICOPTER. ILL NEVER RECOVER.#im being v /dra /j /nsrs of course#but FUCK MAN. H E L I C O P T E R?????#fish lizard would b a cool band name ur right
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๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ด ๐ค๐น ๐๐ฝ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฝ๐ช๐ป๐ผ, ๐ข๐ธ๐ท... ๐๐ธ๐ ๐๐ธ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ค๐น๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ท๐ฎ, ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ท...
๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐ท๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐-๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐ โน๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐
โบ ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐พ๐? ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐ถ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ป โน๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐โบ ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐, ๐ถ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ป ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐
๐น๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐?
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are โนclawingโบ at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...
The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.
Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of โนinsult-betrayal-contemptโบ. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, แ/แ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a ๐ son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.
๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ ๐ท๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐๐๐น ๐ฝ๐๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐
๐... ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐๐น ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ต๐๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ธ๐, '๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐. ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐๐... ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐น ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐น๐๐
๐๐พ๐๐๐น ๐๐ป ๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ธ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐... ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐๐น. ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐...
While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is โนcut openโบ too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brimย with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.
I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the โนstrings of abuse/child neglect/liesโบ are finally cut. Tell me to โนcelebrateโบ. Tell me that both ๐inocchio/I are wrong x naive, โนfixโบ me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.
Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.
Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me โนfeed onโบ the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been โนrousedโบ again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The โนlashโบ of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.
๐น๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ถ๐๐ท๐พ๐๐๐ธ๐ ๐๐ป ๐ฆ๐๐ถ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ถ ๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ผ๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐... ๐๐๐น ๐ผ ๐น๐๐๐ท๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐. ๐ฟ๐ช๐ซ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐/๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐น๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐ถ๐๐
๐ถ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐ท๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ท๐๐ถ๐.
...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to โนmergeโบ with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your โนdehydratedโบ pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and โนunmasksโบ the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. โ
#Aoi Takumi#blog#my gifs#special gifset#my audio#NEOWIZ#ROUND8 STUDIO#Lies Of P 2023#Lies Of P#2023#game#NG+#Winter Holiday Edition [Premium Edition]#license version#v.1-v.5 [6]#PC#Pinocchio#/#๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐#~#โ6โ โgโaโmโeโsโ โ[โ1โ โ&โ โNโGโ+โ โ5โ]โ#โ3โ7โ5โ โhโ.โ#โ4โ2โ/โ4โ2โ#โ5โ6โ1โ โlโvโlโ.โ#โ1โ0โ0โ%โ โuโpโgโrโaโdโeโ#โ2โ โtโaโtโtโoโoโ โuโpโdโaโtโeโsโ โ~โ โ1โ โmโoโrโeโ โiโsโ โoโnโ โiโtโsโ โwโaโyโ#โeโxโtโrโaโ โiโnโfโoโ โiโsโ โiโnโ โtโhโeโ โtโaโgโsโ#โiโnโ-โgโaโmโeโ โmโaโtโeโrโiโaโlโ โoโnโlโyโ โ~โ โnโoโ โtโhโiโrโdโ-โpโaโrโtโyโ โrโeโsโoโuโrโcโeโsโ#โ5โ1โ โ[โ5โ3โ]โ โpโoโsโtโ[โsโ]โ โpโuโbโlโiโsโhโeโdโ#โaโtโ โlโeโaโsโtโ โ2โ โaโuโdโiโoโ โpโoโsโtโ โiโdโeโaโsโ โnโoโnโ-โiโmโpโlโeโmโeโnโtโeโdโ/
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โป โฃ ๐ฆฆ ห ๐ค
#เฟ ๏ฝฅโป โ#a p h r o d i t e#w e l l k n o w f o r h e l o v e a n d b e a u t y#y o u t o o k m e a n d y o u b a t h e m e i n#y o u r w a t e r s#seulgi#seulgi moodboard#seulgi red velvet#seulgi icons#red velvet#red velvet moodboard#red velvet icons#red velvet layouts#grunge moodboard#edgy moodboard#messy moodboard#random moodboard#moodboard#kpop icons#kpop messy packs#kpop packs#gg icons#ulzzang icons
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Jess when Thor merely suggests she didn't grow up with her parents ( which is mostly factual ): ๐ก๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ค
VS . . .
Jess when Bruce (accurately) psychoanalyses her: ๐ฅฐ๐๐๐๐
/ @hubrisdescent
#it's her feeding bruce crackers in the first panel for me as well#with her jacket wrapped around him no less#nursing him ๐ญ#casually calling him brilliant and sexy gets me each time#while throwing herself in the middle of his work#subtlety - thy name is NOT jessica drew that's for sure#bruce just:๐#asjkfgahsgjkasg#she DOES find bruce charming#however the urge to flirt with him by messing with him is too overwhelming i fear -#''doc''... the little heart above the smooch...#she's so smitten with him actually#( c h . s t u d y . )#( c o m i c s . )#( v i s a g e . )#( b r u c e b a n n e r . )#( j e s s i c a & b r u c e // h u b r i s d e s c e n t . )
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{D I G I M O N} Adventure (F r a n c h i s e) ~ Adventure, 02, tri., tri. S t a g e-p l a y, L a s t E v o l u t i o n: Kizuna, & Adventure: [2020 R e b o o t] + KOUSHIRO I z u m i + {F R A M E D In} S U N S E T {S}/{C O L O R S} + {KOUTAI} / {Taishiro} / {TaiKou} (Koushiro{u} I z u m i & Taichi Y a g a m i) {As Ship} + Koushiro & M e n o a Bellucci
+ {L O O K I N G}/A i m i n g Towards the F U T U R E {F O R W A R D}
Originally I wanted to make this for @taikouvember 2 k 2 4! (It could have fit for "L i g h t"!) {Though I made it a bit e a r l y!}
#izumi koushirou#koushiro izumi#koushirou izumi#taishiro#taikouvember#koutai#koushiro x taichi#taishirou#menoa bellucci#koushiro and menoa#platonic koumeno#bokura no mirai#tri koushiro#kizuna koushiro#digistage koushiro#2020 koushiro#adventure koushiro#02 koushiro#bnm spoilers#bokura no mirai spoilers#kizuna spoilers#digiadv 2020 spoilers#adventure: spoilers#(I T is a bit e A R L Y B U T)#({I m IGHT be b U S Y})#(Usin S p a c e s to k EEPO U T of S e a r c h)#(This can fit B O T H {L i g h t} and even m AYBE {S i n c e r i t y} a.k.a in J.P.N ver. {P u r i t y} {t h e m e s} yU P)#(Digi-S t a g e and Kizuna were a bit of a S t r e t c h but I do t HINK these {M O M E N T S} c OUNT)#(In K i z u n a its more like very {e a r l y} {s u n s e t} but still w ORKS)#(In Digi-S t a g e most of it is the {l i g h t i n g} but it may have been {M e a n t} to f EEL {s u n s e t}esque!?)
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All Iโm gonna say is: the blue lock fandom is going to hate me and I need yall to be supportive of me
#bc Iโm GOING to ignore canon#and I WILL write characters in feral ways#and iโm so excited#when I work up the courage to do cross-character posts#you best believe Iโm going to stick atsumu and chigiri together ๐คญ๐คญ#Iโm ABSOLUTELY combining kunigami and osamu#TWO BEEFY BOYS ON EITHER SIDE OF YOU ARE YOU KIDDING ME???#yall ainโt ready for me and im so sorry but im gonna come in hot#RINTARO AND BACHIRA#ARE YOU JOSHIN ME RN???#and all Iโm saying is Kiyoomi and Rin NEEEEEEEEEEED AN ANNOYING S/O#THEY NEEEEEEEEEEED TO BE B O T H E R E D BRO#and donโt get me STARTED ON KUON ๐ซฃ๐ซฃ๐ซฃ๐ซฃ
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#kimikawaii w h e r e help pls free nagisa-kun#tried to look for a nagisa solo image but couldnt decide on one so. nghy it is~~~~~~~~~~~#o. ok. itโs fine. thereโs still hope (coping) hw has released mvs on consecutive days before (abs and ichigo au lait)#thereโs still a chance that kimikawaii will come soon!!!!! (coping)#hw will drop nghy lore in their 828 stream t r u s t (heavy coping)#uhhshshsshshshshhd s o b s nagisaโฆ.#the dude from gamushara
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Miscellaneous bad lin kuei Brothers doodles i did :) I can draw better then this I swear but this is all youโre getting.
#bi han#kuai liang scorpion#bi-Han sub zero#tomas vrbada#mk1 fanart#mk1 tomas vrbada#mk1 kuai liang#mk1 bi han#mk1 smoke#kuai liang#i think about them a lot#The brothers ever#B R O T H E R S#YOU KNOW WHO IM GONNA SAY DNI#proshippers dni#<3
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Attempt at a Comprehensive List of
Alexander von Humboldtสผs Potential Boyfriends
When if not now that Alex came 2nd in the @napoleonic-sexyman-tournament (what a time to be alive) would be the perfect time to finally thoroughly pick his private life apart. Strangely it has always been a mystery even to me (and of course overall it will remain a mystery until the end of times), but I still thought it was about time to at least get some order in the few things that we do know โ mainly for myself but also, I dare say, for the public. You (the public!) will find a short text for every friend under the cut ๏ฟฌ.
disclaimers:
a) I tried to pick the most appropriate picture of everyone but please imagine especially the first ones a lot younger than they are in the pictures
b) itโs a potential boyfriends list, meaning: Iโm not saying Alex definitely had romantic and/or sexual relationships with any let alone all of these men, itโs just a list of men where it seems at least possible; but ultimately, of course, we do not know and will never know
c) Alex lived for almost 90 years, and even though his textual remains can seem infinite, there is a lot we donโt know about him, especially his private life, not least because he habitually destroyed almost all of his private letters (which is also why for all of his correspondences we only know the letters he wrote but almost never the ones he received) โ so I donโt think thereโs any way this list is exhaustive (let me know if you think anyone is missing?)
d) Bonpland is not in this because Alex went out of his way to specifically state that his relationship with Bonpland was purely scientific
e) the point of this post isnโt to determine his sexuality, but since it has already come up, just a couple of words on him being on the asexual spectrum: that is perfectly possible and maybe not even unlikely, he said things about himself that could be interpreted as such (not wanting to marry, not having sensual needs); but I think itโs good to keep two things in mind about that: 1. not wanting to get married was a big thing in 1800, something you had to explain yourself for and not wanting to get married as a man also obviously meant not wanting a wife, it was by no means a question on whether or not wanting a significant other and/or sex; 2. the narrative of his sex-less life at least partly derives from the (mainly 19th/20th century) wish for him not to have been (actively) homosexual
f) I hate to be that person, but it has to be said: language and culture back then were much more emotional and expressive than we are used to today, so not everything that sounds super intimate or even romantic to us (language-wise) has to actually have been meant that way; of course this doesnโt rule out anything either but itโs a thing to keep in mind
g) if anyone is interested in sources or further reading on anything particular, do not hesitate to hit me up! But iโm not adding any of that to this post because 1. itโs already 2 km long and 2. this is tumblr dot com
Wilhelm Gabriel Wegener (1767-1837)
18-year-old Alex met Wilhelm in 1787 during the one semester he studied at the University of Frankfurt (Oder). Wilhelm was a (protestant) theology student and on 13 February 1788 they made a โholyโ oath to โeternal brotherly loveโ. They wrote each other very cheesy letters, very much in the Empfindsamkeit fashion of the time, proclaiming their eternal and ever-growing love for each other. There was no one on earth, Alex wrote to him once (and in Italian no less), whom he loved as ardently as him (โNon vi รจ uomo sopra la terra ch'io amรฌ cosรฌ ardammente che leiโฆโ). He also told him that, ever since he had met him, it seemed to him that God had created people only in pairs, because no one else could ever compare to what he meant to him. In his letters Alex also repeatedly refers to the many hours spent together (โchattingโ) in a certain armchair in Frankfurt and proclaims that he has never been happier than in that very chair.
They kept contact for a couple of years after their time in Frankfurt, but at some point their friendship faded out.
Carl Ludwig Willdenow (1765-1812)
Willdenow (a published botanist) and Alex met in 1788 in Berlin, when Alex had one day decided to just call at his house to ask him to teach him botany. Willdenow agreed and they became friends quickly, spent a lot of time together, and when Alex wandered through Berlin on his own to collect plants, he would afterwards bring them to Willdenow who would then identify them for him.
We do not know a lot about their friendship during that time (and maybe I only included him in this because I needed 9 tiles) but at least one phrase in Alexโs autobiography fragment calls our attention, not least because itโs highlighted by what I like to call a Streisand strike-through: โI became enthusiastically fond of himโ or โI grew to love him enthusiasticallyโ (โIch gewann ihn enthusiatisch liebโ, written in 1801 and crossed out roughly 50 years later).
They stayed in contact even after Alex had left Berlin a couple of months later: in 1795 Alex became godfather of Willdenowโs son and in 1810 he convinced him to come to Paris to work on his botanical collections from the South America trip. Sadly, Willdenow fell ill in 1811 and died in 1812 in Berlin.
Karl Freiesleben (1774-1846)
Alex met Karl in 1791 in Freiberg, where both studied geology and mining at the renowned Bergakademie. Karl was the son of a local mining family and Alex learnt a lot from him about his new profession. They both were nerdy about stones and minerals in ways you couldnโt even begin to imagine. They gifted each other minerals, went down into the mines together, and in August 1791 they made a 200 km long geological expedition through the mountains of Bohemia on foot. But aside from pages-long enthusiastic rants about geology, Alexโs letters to Karl are also full of sentimental love declarations. He called him Herzens-Freisesleben, Herzens-Karl or Herzensjunge (roughly โmy heartโs Freiesleben/Karl/boyโ) and once finished a letter with: โgoing to bed now and Iโll be happy when I dream of youโ โ a passage Karl thoroughly struck through later, probably so no one else could read it, but someone deciphered almost all the struck through passages anyway (not all heroes wear capes!).
Karl and Alex stayed (sporadic and long-distance) friends for the rest of Karlโs life.
Reinhard von Haeften (1772-1803)
The above picture shows a snippet from one of Alexโs travel journals where he noted Reinhardโs birthday (โ14 Mai R.โ) because sadly we donโt have a picture of Reinhard. But letโs hear how Alex described him:
โThis Reinhard v. Haeften has been my only and hourly company for a year now. I live with him, he visits me in the mountains. [...] I have already ridden 8 miles [60 km] just to see him for a couple of hours. He is very tall, taller than most men and heโs only 22 years old but looks more mature than me [at 25]. He has a very remarkable face and everyone finds him to be one of the most beautiful men, and I too think heโs beautiful, but most importantly I have never seen purity of the soul, kindness and courtesy being reflected in anyoneโs features as much as in his.โ
Alex and Reinhard met in 1793 in Bayreuth (where Alex now worked as a mining official) and they quickly moved in together. However, shortly before meeting Alex, Reinhard had also managed to make a baby with a married woman 4 years older than him. Alex was friendly with Christiane, the childโs mother and helped to keep the birth a secret. The boy (named Friedrich Gustav Alexander, Alexโs godson and surely named after him) had to spend the first years away from his parents. In the meantime, Reinhard continued to live with Alex, accompanied him on business trips and mineralogical expeditions and in 1795 they went on a two-month trip through Northern Italy and Switzerland. It was only with and through him, Alex wrote to Reinhard once, that he could live, only close to him that he could be fully happy.
Later, after Reinhard and Christiane had finally gotten married (and reunited with their son), Alex wrote him a very long letter, proposing for the three of them to (continue to?) live together with Reinhard as head of the family and to settle for quiet life in Switzerland, Italy, or some small town in the west of Germany. That plan never worked out, but โReinโ (as Alex called him), Christiane, their by now two children and Alex lived and travelled together for another two years while Alex was already preparing for his big journey.
After he had sailed for the Americas in 1799, he tried his best to stay in contact with them. In his letters, he called them his โHerzensmenschenโ (again, roughly: โhis heartโs humansโ), wrote them that he was dreaming about them day and night and how much he wished that his โ their โ Rein could be with him to see all the marvels, too. But cross-atlantic communication was bad during that time and in both directions most letters never arrived.
Sadly, Reinhard unexpectedly died in 1803 while Alex was still in America, meaning they never got to meet again. Alex stayed in contact with Christiane and the children โ the only survivors of the shipwreck, as he put it โ and wrote Christiane how he still remembered their time together, along with all the hopes and dreams that they had had and that despite the โall-robbing fateโ, there was something unalterable in the depth of their love, that could only die with them. When Christiane remarried and had another son in 1806, she named him Gustave Louis Reinhard Alexandre. Alex continued to financially support Christiane and the children and in 1813, Reinhardโs son Fritz (Alexโs godson) visited Alex in Paris for three months.
Carlos Montรบfar (1780-1816)
Alex met Carlos in 1802 in Quito and despite him having no scientific qualifications whatsoever, Alex chose Carlos to accompany him on his further journey. This decision offended botanist, geographer and astronomer Francisco Josรฉ de Caldas (who himself had hoped to join the expedition) so much that he, in a letter to botanist Josรฉ Celestino Mutis, famously called Carlos โ[seรฑor Barรณn de Humboldtโs] Adonisโ, probably insinuating that Alex had picked Carlos purely for his looks, or even more.
Together with the rest of the party, Alex and his supposed โAdonisโ travelled what today is Ecuador (where they climbed the Chimborazo), Peru, Mexico, Cuba and the USA. At least once during that journey (but perhaps regularly?) they shared a bed (as in some kind of temporary/mobile ย accomodation) which we know because Alex explicitly says so in his travel journal when he describes a night in which Carlos had very bad stomach cramps which Alex tried to ease by heating handkerchiefs over the fire for him in the middle of the night.
Carlos accompanied Alex back to Europe in 1804 and stayed with him in Paris for a couple of months (where they most likely both attended Napoleonโs coronation) until he ultimately left to go to Madrid. But since Carlos had trouble getting money from South America, he still had to rely on Alexโs support. However, over time his contact to Alex seems to have broken off, because in a letter from 1806, Carlos complained about Alex not answering him anymore (โยกQuรฉ largo silencio!โ) and then told him, quite dramatically, that he was running out of money, and that he, Alex, was his only friend, his only hope, and the only person he knew in Europe who could tell him what to do. Whether all of Alexโs letters had gotten lost in the mail and whether Alex ended up helping him out or not, I think we donโt know. (But knowing him as I do and since he after all kept that letter, Iโm sure that he did.)
Later, Carlos went back to South America, where he (alongside Sรญmon Bolรญvar) fought to liberate the continent from the Spanish Crown โ a fight he unfortunately didnโt survive: he was captured and executed by the Spanish in 1816.
Joseph Louis Gay-Lussac (1778-1850)
Alex and Gay (thatโs what Alex called him, no pun intended) first met in 1804 in Paris, just after Alexโs return from America. Before, Gay had done two things: 1. contributed to a harsh critique on one of Alexโs papers, 2. ascended 7016 m in a hot-air balloon to investigate the air up there โ a world record at the time and more than 1000 m higher than Alex had been on the Chimborazo, which had then also been a world record (in recorded European history).
Evidently, these were the best conditions for them to totally hit it off: they almost immediately started to work on the evaluation of Gayโs balloon ascent and often spent entire days working together in Gayโs room, from 9 am until after midnight. In a letter to his father, Gay wrote that Alex was the man with the best heart he had ever known, that their tastes and sentiments were absolutely the same โ and that their hearts felt a great need to see each other very often.
After the publication of their paper (in which they, without fully realising it, also first identified the chemical composition of water: H2O), they (and another friend) went on a six-month field trip through Switzerland and Italy โ where they were lucky enough to witness both an earthquake and a resulting Vesuvius eruption. They ended their journey in Berlin where Gay stayed at Alexโs for a couple of months and even started to learn German until he unexpectedly had to leave for Paris. His absence, Alex wrote after Gay had left, pained him a lot.
When Alex finally returned to Paris as well, they shared a single room at the รcole Polytechnique and even after Gay became a father in 1808 and married in 1809, Alex continued to (at least occasionaly) live with his family for many years. Gayโs first son (born in 1810) was named Jules Alexandre and while I have no proof that he was named after Alex, I think itโs safe to assume. Alex seems to have also been very intimately integrated into the family life, because he once wrote to Willdenow (with a humorous undertone of course): โWe are always pregnant and just had a girl again. Right now weโre not feeling anything though.โ Alex was also there to help when an explosion in a laboratory accident injured Gayโs eyes so badly that Alex and another friend had to take him home in a blindfold.
No letters between the two have survived (that we know of), but we do know that in the years after they first met, Alex considered Gay his best friend and โone of the kindest beings in the worldโ, that he named an American plant genus after him (Gaylussacia), and that they used โtuโ with each other (which was very uncommon in France at the time except for childhood friends and family). They stayed friends for the rest of their lives and formed a kind of trio with Arago (see below).
Karl von Steuben (1788-1856)
We donโt know when exactly they first met but according to Alex they started to see each other daily in 1812 at the studio of painter Franรงois Gรฉrard, where Alex had then started to take drawing lessons. Steuben, a young aspiring artist, lived and worked at Gรฉrardโs studio. According to Alex, they โdrew and paintedโ together โdailyโ for at least one or two years. Withdrawn from all other society, he wrote, this was now his โonly joyโ (interestingly almost the exact same wording he had used to describe his relationship with Reinhard 20 years earlier). However, it had perhaps been one of Alexโs exaggerations because he at least seems to have attended the famous salons Gรฉrard held at his studio, where all the cool Paris people came to hang out. Alex reportedly talked incessantly, stayed late into the night (the main thing usually didnโt get going until midnight) and was found there again, freshly dressed and shaved, already at 7 in the morning.
In the meantime, Alex had started to torment basically everyone around him to commission Steuben to paint them, their sons, daughters, fiancรฉs etc. to help Steuben support his poor mother in St. Petersburg. In 1814, even Alexโs brother noted that Alex had suddenly become strangely interested in art. In the same year, Alex became godfather to Steubenโs newborn son Alexander.
However, the biggest commission Alex got Steuben was a life-sized full-body painting of himself, which he intended to gift to his sister-in-law. It took 7 years to finish and in the end Alexโs brother had to pay for transport and framing because Alex had run out of money. Neither his brother nor his sister-in-law were overly enthusiastic about the likeness of the painting or Steubenโs talent in general but they still put it up in their home because after all, as his brother put it, they loved Alex and always liked a picture of him around.
Alex and Steuben stayed in at least loose contact for many years and Alex occasionally even still tried to get him commissions. Steubenโs painting of Alex hung in the Humboldt residence in Tegel for over a century before it was ultimately destroyed in WWII. Apparently though, another Alex portrait by Steuben from 1815 still exists in a private collection somewhere.
Franรงois Arago (1786-1853)
Arago, a young astronomer, was on a scientific expedition through Spain when he got entangled in the Peninsular War: mistaken for a French spy, he got arrested and incarcerated, managed to flee, was captured again, transferred, released, drifted off at sea to Algeria, all the while managing to hold on to his most valuable possession: his scientific records, which he kept hidden under his shirt at all times. When Alex heard about this (the two had never met before), he was so impressed by his courage and determination that he sent a letter to congratulate him โ and to offer him his friendship. And in fact, one of the first things Arago did when he finally returned to Paris in 1809 was to go and meet Alex. It was the beginning of a 44-year-long friendship. They saw each other almost daily, worked together at the observatory, planned an expedition to Tibet (which never happened), and actually travelled at least to London in 1817 to visit Alexโs brother, who commented to his wife: โAlexander has arrived yesterday. But he isn't staying with me, even though his room had already been prepared. You know his passion to always be with one person who is his favourite at that time. Now he has the astronomer Arago who he doesn't want to part with (...) So they're staying at a nearby inn.โ Just as with Gay, Alex and Arago used โtuโ with each other and after Arago had gotten married in 1811, Alex was close with his wife and children as well as with his siblings, nieces and nephews โ in some letters he even considered himself part of the Arago family.
When Alex was forced to move back to Berlin in 1827 to work for the king, he wrote Arago desperate letters on how much their separation pained him, how much he missed him every hour of every day. In the following 26 years, Alexโs letters to him were full of yearning pleas for just a couple of lines of his hand, which, as he wrote, always made his heart flutter. However, Arago often didnโt respond for months, but when he did, he at least knew to reassure Alex, writing things like: โOutside my family, you are, without any comparison, the person I love most tenderly in this world.โ Alex kept a portrait and a large Arago bust in his study in Berlin, and until his late seventies, he travelled to Paris regularly (that is, every few years), first and foremost to see Arago. (Actual quote from 78-year-old Alex in a letter to his niece: โEvery morning at half past eight without interruption, Iโve been at Aragoโs in the observatory, today for the 62nd time.โ) According to Arago, he and Alex have only been angry with each other one single time in all those decades and even that went over in an instant.
They saw each other for the last time in January 1848, on the last night of Alexโs last stay in Paris. When Arago fell ill five years later, his family informed Alex of his worsening condition โ but Alex couldnโt travel to Paris to see him one last time. Even over a year after Aragoโs death, Alex wrote that the memory of those last moments in January 1848 vividly came back to him during the night at least once a week. He outlived his friend by 6 years.
#alexander von humboldt#alejandro#i'm so sorry alex ://#but this is the part about the mortifying ordeal of being known#(and we're all here to love you for it!!!)#all of this happened because i had a strange and unsatisfying conversation on this that got interrupted and never finished#and i couldn't stop rotating all i wanted to say in my head for literal weeks#and this (an in-depth and overly well researched overview of his 'intimate special friends') isn't at all what i would have wanted to say#but i think it still helped me to finally let go of that conversation#and a bonus: they're all my sons-in-law now๐ฅบ#lastly there's a lot i would have to add to this#(for instance did Friedrich Gustav Alexander von Haeften; Jules Alexandre Gay-Lussac;#Alexander von Steuben and Gustave Louis Reinhard Alexandre de Vernejoul ever meet I need to know????)#(or that the portrait i chose for arago was painted by steuben.... ๐ (the one alex had in berlin was by scheffer though))#(or: it matters it matters it matters it matters it matters it matters it matters it matters it matters it matters it matters)#but actually i'm just going to say this one single thing:#gay-lussacs balloon ascent was a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e I N S A N I T Y#imagine being in a hot air ballon#ON YOUR OWN#SEVEN KILOMETRES from the ground#(that's a plane 25 (TWENTYFIVE!) mins before landing)#in 1804#(e i g h t e e n h u n d r e d f o u r)#and not to be a pioneer in aviation#but to MEASURE AIR#????????#holy fucking shit
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I aspire to be this level of oblivious and/or in denial
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mutuals โ ๏ธ do NOT reblog things i have on my blog unless you want me to love you
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