#year: 1918

[theamandacollection67]

1918 Pearl Caldwell Arroyo Seco

[captainrufflebanger]

Using my own art I made for a shitpost on another shitpost because I may be cringe but I am RIGHT

[thelasthippie]

106 years ago in some place of WW1 ....

[jessicanjpa]

A random headcanon for 1918

One of Elizabeth's protests re: Edward joining the army was his asthma. He always scoffed at this and reminded her that he had outgrown his asthma years ago.

Not only is outgrowing asthma not a thing, but he was also outright lying to her about it. His asthma symptoms were still exacerbated by exercise, especially in colder weather, and he knew it. He continued to push himself in order to prepare, gritting his teeth through the familiar symptoms because he was determined to beat it. Determined to be that That Edward.

In other words, if the Spanish flu hadn't killed him, life in the trenches would have. Because this boy has always had a terminal case of StubbornIdiotitis.

[sleepy-stories]

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

FRIENDS ASKING ME ABOUT BIRD FLU HOORAY WOOHOO YIPPEE

[sexually-confused-goblin]

Every time I visit my grandma, I find another small treasure in her library - this time a book from 1856 and one from 1793:

[tipsywench]

Found this on google, it's a 1918 photo of Bela Lugosi (his stage name at the time was Arisztid Olt) in the Hungarian film The Colonel.

But at first I really didn't believe it was him, I thought it was a photo of a 1980s musician lol like Arisztid Olt is the name of the band and he's here to wear heavy eyeliner and play the synthesizer

But anyway I found a few more images off the imdb page, so it's safe to say it's legit and not an 80s artsy musician:

[appelscruff]

What if these are the bad times

[emilyelizabethfowl]

i've looked into it bc it's something i'm unfamiliar with - no wonder! it's a Kujawian tradition (region near the sea) while i grew up on the opposite side of the country haha

from the Etnographic Museum in Toruń

"Wzory wysypywane piaskiem stały się jednym z elementów sztuki ludowej charakterystycznych dla zdobnictwa kujawskiego, wyróżniającym go na tle sąsiednich regionów. Zwyczaj ten znany był na Kujawach od 2. poł. XIX w. Rozpowszechnił się w okresie pouwłaszczeniowym wraz ze wzrostem zamożności mieszkańców wsi, której efektem stała się większa dbałości o wnętrza mieszkalne i obejścia. Ta forma zdobnictwa, przekazywana z pokolenia na pokolenie, była domeną kobiet i cieszyła się wśród nich dużą popularnością. Do wysypywania wzorów używano białego piasku przynoszonego lub przywożonego zazwyczaj z tzw. piaśnicy, czyli miejsca gdzie kopano piasek. Musiał być suchy, sypki i miałki, dlatego wymagał odpowiedniego przygotowywania. Dla najstarszych tradycyjnych piaskowych wzorów charakterystyczne były motywy mitycznego drzewa życia, a także nawiązania do archaicznej symboliki solarnej i lunarnej."

Translation:

"Patterns created with sand became one of the elements of folk art characteristic for the kuyavian decoration, making it distinctive from its neighbouring regions. This custom was known in Kuyavy since the 2nd half of the 19th century. It became more common after the abolition of serfdom following the villagers becoming better off financially, which in effect caused them to care more about the state of the areas inside and outside of their homes. This form of decoration, passed on from generation to generation, was women's domain and was fairly popular amongst them. To create the patterns they used white sand carried on foot or on a carriage, usually from so-called "piaśnica" that is a place where the sand was dug out. It had to be dry, loose and fine, so it required the right preparation. For the oldest of the traditional sand patterns, it was characteristic to use motifs of the mythological tree of life, as well as relate to the archaic solar and lunar symbolism."

"Sypanie piaskiem" is an old custom from the rural parts of Poland that consists in drawing protective or decorative symbols with sand.

[theamandacollection67]

1918

[jessicanjpa]

glorious

(Carlisle POV. Excerpt from this two-shot about Edward's transformation. This includes some new text re: the details in Midnight Sun about Carlisle's own transformation.)

We reached the morgue after what felt like an eternity. My hand drifted toward the fresh stack of death certificates. But there was no time; I already heard footsteps on the cement floor of the hall behind me, their warning growing quickly closer. I scooped Edward up and leapt over the row of corpses that lay between the door and the window. By the time the door opened behind me, I was already in the alley with Edward safely clutched to my chest. I realized too late that I should have brought a blanket; the pounding rain and wind were merciless against his thin hospital gown and bare legs and feet. He was too far gone to even shiver at the cold. I adjusted my hold to cover more of his skin with my lab coat.

I ran as long as I dared, and then I took to the rooftops. It was a risk, jolting him again with even the gentlest of landings, but this would be much faster. His heart, weak as it was, pounded against my chest as I ran. Hurry. Hurry, it seemed to say. I ran faster, all at once realizing that the decision had been the easy part. One of the reasons I had delayed so many years was that I feared the ultimate failure: that I might end the very life I intended to save. But time for fear was mercifully short. My house, lonely on a densely forested hill outside the city, loomed ahead. In an instant I was in the parlor, gently laying Edward down on the couch and kneeling down on the rug beside him. My hands trembled as I tilted his chin up and away. For the slightest portion of a second, I froze as I recalled my own torment; all my years of mental preparation had not lessened the horror of what I was about to inflict.

"Forgive me," I breathed, even as the venom began to flow and I bared my teeth. Was it a prayer, or a plea to Edward himself? My eyes trained on his external carotid artery, but that was too dangerous; he was weak enough without the blood loss that would cause.

But it would taste better, a dark voice whispered from deep inside me. I recoiled in horror again, this time at the reawakening of a primal, ancient hunger I had long since defeated. I traced my fingers along the boy's jugular vein instead, but I had lost my confidence. I was too afraid to let myself bite his throat—it was too close to what I wanted right now.

Biting the throat wasn't even necessary. My own creator had been flailing in the moment he'd changed me—there had been several of us fighting him and he'd lashed out like a madman. I'd only felt a burning pain in the palm of one hand and on my upper arm. It seemed a most indirect way for the venom to reach the greater vessels... but perhaps that was for the best? The slow spread of the pain had given me time to crawl to safety, to come to terms with the horror of what was happening to me before I surrendered myself to the fire completely. If it had happened differently, would I be the same man I was today? Perhaps a slower, more gradual change had played a role in my ability to hold onto who I was. I shook my head, sure that wasn't right.

I could debate with myself all day. But further delay would only increase the danger. I decided to exactly replicate the wounds I had received; that would give me a better chance of resisting, and I wanted to give Edward every chance to remain who he was. I lifted his hand to my mouth and bit, gently incising the soft flesh below the thumb. For the first time, after two hundred and fifty-five years of denying myself, human blood crossed my lips.

And it was glorious.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i think the taylor swift tour could be studied as one of the biggest if not the biggest superspreader event of 2023

[disasterhimbo]

This post is great, genuinely. People should want to mask for the sole purpose of protecting elderly, disabled, and immunocompromised people.

But it leaves out a very important reason which unfortunately matters more to most people I think, and that is: YOU are vulnerable to covid. Even if you don’t die, long covid is common, it’s miserable, and there are no approved treatments for it. Even if you don’t get long covid symptoms, there is almost certainly some form of long-term damage to your organs you just haven’t noticed.

If you enjoy being able to do things (or need to be able to do things to survive under the capitalist system we live in), if you enjoy not being in constant pain, hell, even if you just like not getting sick as often: wear a respirator in public.

Unpopular opinion: we should all wear masks as much as possible. Forever.

Immuno compromised people were in danger long before 2019. How many people could we have saved, just by masking?

Seriously. Disabled people deserve to live without fear.

We never know if we're carrying a disease or not, since most symptoms only show up after we're contagious.

Very useful in a world with cameras everywhere.

Even if your masking is not perfect, it is still better than nothing. Every step, even the smallest ones, is another layer of protection for immuno compromised people.

Wouldn't it feel good to save a life by doing something so simple?

Thank you and goodnight!

Edit: this is about all mask preventable disease, not just covid.

[punk-scum-of-the-earth]

HELLO MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE RETURN ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF WORLD WAR ONE WITH ALLISIONS TO FASCISM SEVENTEEN YEARS AFTER THE BLACK PARADE CAME OUT????? ARE YOU GETTING IT???????? ARE YOU FUCKING GETTING IT??????

[theoreticaldoctor]

Spaghetti & Buko Salad

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