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#Frederick Williams
gurumog · 2 years
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Count Dracula (1970) Corona Filmproduktion / Towers of London Dir. Jesus Franco
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lovedove-valk · 1 year
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Redrawing a specific image and this popped in my head
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diioonysus · 3 months
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reading + art
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sylvies-chen · 3 months
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you’re telling me he’s not annabeth’s father? try again. no one can tell me this isn’t frederick chase. oh athena would love him…
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venustapolis · 2 months
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Old House in Wind (detail) (Charles Frederick William Mielatz, 1906)
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enchanted-keys · 4 months
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Akane Takada as Titania in The Dream (Royal Ballet 2017)
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Vincent Price as Frederick Loren
The House On Haunted Hill (1959) dir. William Castle
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William Frederick Yeames (1835-1918) "And When Did You Last See Your Father?" (1878) Oil on canvas Located in the Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool, England The oil-on-canvas painting, depicts a scene in an imaginary Royalist household during the English Civil War. The Parliamentarians have taken over the house and question the son about his Royalist father (the man lounging on a chair in the centre of the scene is identifiable as a Roundhead officer by his military attire and his orange sash).
Yeames was inspired to paint the picture to show the crises that could arise from the natural frankness of young children. Here, if the boy tells the truth he will endanger his father, but if he lies he will go against the ideal of honesty undoubtedly instilled in him by his parents.
The boy in the picture is based on Thomas Gainsborough's painting The Blue Boy. It was modelled by Yeames's nephew, James Lambe Yeames. Behind the boy, there is a girl, probably the daughter, waiting her turn to be questioned. The girl was based on Yeames's niece, Mary Yeames. At the back of the hall at left the mother and elder daughter wait anxiously on the boy's reply.
The scene is neutral: while the innocence of the boy is emphasized by his blond hair, open expression and blue suit, the questioners are also treated sympathetically; the main interrogator has a friendly expression, and the sergeant with the little girl has his arm on her shoulder as if comforting her.
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notalicent · 10 months
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ALICENT HIGHTOWER + art (5/∞)
The Wedding Dress | Frederick William Elwell Interior Strandgade 30 | Vilhelm Hammershøi Bedroom. Interior, Woman at the Window | Vilhelm Hammershøi
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antiquatedplumbobs · 2 months
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Spring 1916
It was spring in Brindleton, which meant the calving season was in full swing and sleep was a luxury no longer promised. The whole family felt the strain of it, Hamish and Will the most, but little Charlie came in a close third as Hamish insisted it was time he learned the ropes. Will had experienced almost ten full calving seasons. One morning — when he was unable to crawl to bed until well after the sun rose and breakfast had been served — he found himself desperately glad he wouldn't experience another.
With barely any time for sleep, Will hadn’t seen Clara in weeks. It wasn’t as if she had all the time in the world, either: her own family’s herd wasn’t much smaller than that of Sable Dairy. Despite each other's absence, it would seem neither was far from the other's thoughts. Will had found a small basket of still-warm rolls and a crock of honey sitting on the front stoop in the pearly near dawn that morning; Clara’s initials neatly embossed on the corner of the napkin they were wrapped in.
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Will had been unable to stop thinking about Clara after Hamish’s well-intentioned question, and once he began thinking about Clara, he began thinking of his own friends' lives. He had uncomfortably realized that they were all married or engaged, leaving him the only bachelor. Albert and Posie were close to celebrating their second anniversary, and a baby was expected to mark the occurrence. Clive and his new wife had set up his medical practice in a small house overlooking the bay (after throwing the most extravagant wedding the town had seen in years). John — always the more wild of the group — had fallen head over heels for the new baker’s assistant and spent the past six months making an absolute fool of himself as he wooed her. The entire town had breathed a sigh of relief when she had accepted his proposal and the antics came to a halt.
Will had laughed along with everyone else at John (good-naturedly of course) but he had also harbored a secret jealousy of his friend. To find someone and fall so deeply in love so quickly that you would prize your love above all else seemed to Will like a true gift. His father’s stories of love at first sight had set him up with lofty expectations, and Will was still trying to readjust them to fall in line with everyone else's. Most folks knew they wouldn't immediately fall deeply in love; successful, well-matched marriages were built on a foundation of mutual respect and well-matched interests. Clara was a good match for Will.
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He had repeated that line over and over again, trying to imbue the truth of it into himself. He repeated it as he looked over the array of delicate rings nestled in velvet at the jeweler's in Britechester; he repeated it as the simple ring was wrapped by the portly jeweler and he parted with a sum greater than any he had ever spent; he repeated it as he sat on the train home, unable to keep from staring at the unassuming ring in its small red box. He had repeated it until it became his truth. He had the ring; her father's blessing had been secured the week before, now all that was left was asking Clara to be his wife.
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puffin-smoke · 5 months
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Plot twist: It wasn't actually William who told Porter to kill the Bennets, it was a Bright Eyes and Fred in a trench coat doing a french accent. Neither of them are sure how they got away with it, and both are scared of what will happen when William comes back.
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gurumog · 2 years
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Count Dracula (1970) Corona Filmproduktion / Towers of London Dir. Jesus Franco
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Not a single brain cell in the mutineer polycule (Goodsir doesn’t count)
Bonus:
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diioonysus · 2 months
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creatures in art: mermaids & sirens
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howlerbat · 5 months
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my scientific rendition of the Treaties of Tilsit
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ciderbird · 4 months
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Alexander: can you be nice during the meeting? They’re old friends of mine
Napoleon: sure
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