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adayephoto · 2 years
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Portrait of Dr. Juan Gilbert  Gainesville, 2018
A portrait session with Andrew Banks Family Preeminence Endowed Chair and Chair of the Computer & Information Science & Engineering Department, Dr. Juan Gilbert at the University of Florida.
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Aragorn opens the door 4k
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stigmatam4rtyr · 8 months
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Anne Boleyn in the Tower (1835) | Édouard Cibot
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escapismsworld · 9 months
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La tour Eiffel, la nuit, by Alexey Petrovich Bogolyubov (Russian, 1824-1896), 1889
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chaoswarfare · 1 year
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dp x dc prompt #38
The JL had always known that both Captain Marvel and Phantom were ancient god-adjacent creatures. So maybe it was normal to occasionally catch them running giggling through the watchtower after pulling a magical prank, or competing to see who could eat the most, or just messing around outside missions.
Maybe ancient immortal beings just act like a couple of children.
…Either way, they probably should have seen the way things would get out of hand sooner. Because now they have to figure out how to reign in a bunch of ghost animals and retrieve the Eiffel Tower from the moon.
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lionofchaeronea · 3 months
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Lightning strikes the Eiffel Tower, June 3, 1902, 9:20 P.M. Photo from Thunder and Lightning by Camille Flammarion, trans. Walter Mostyn, published 1906.
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retrotales · 4 months
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"The construction of the Eiffel Tower"
1889
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fashionsfromhistory · 13 hours
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Dress & Jacket
c.1940
United States
Indianapolis Museum of Art (Accession Number: S0896.75.167A-B)
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whereismyhat5678 · 4 months
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To you: Hi! Love your art! You're doing great!
To Peppino: Just wait til you see one of Sonic's many other forms! You're not at all ready for the Werehog
What they’re referencing if you haven’t seen it: here
And the original that started it all: here
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Giggling my fucking ass off at the last panel-💀
And thank you so much!! 💝💝
(Although this is the last Sonic ask I’ll answer, no more please 🙏 🙇‍♀️)
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Vera Cruz Temple in Carballiño, by Galician architect Antonio Palacios (1874-1945).
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shiftythrifting · 1 year
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Eiffelphant tower???
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onaperduamedee · 1 year
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On your knees.
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deiaiko · 4 months
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#18.1 Rak
Rak let out a huff and sat down next to Agni. Agni peeked over at Rak, who was looking far ahead, as if his past were replaying right before him.
TW: Self harm and suicide…in a way? (Sorry if it gets too dark. I put the TLDR on the tags)
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"I met him back when I was young, about a hundred years ago," Rak started.
Agni was taken aback at how long the gap between their time travel was. He wondered how much his Rak had changed.
"It was getting cold, which meant it was hunting season. I got bored and picked a fight with the toughest and biggest prey I could find."
Agni hummed when Rak paused for a moment too long, "Let me guess. You underestimated it and you lost?"
"The river was slippery!" Rak crossed his arms defensively. "And I didn't lose!"
"Sure," Agni rolled his eyes, one corner of his lips upturned. "How come?"
"I didn't lose, but I didn’t win either." Rak looked away, probably in embarrassment. "Another spear pierced its head before mine. That's when I met him."
From the way Rak's expression turned fiery, Agni had a suspicion that that exact moment had affected Rak more than what he spilled out. It didn't surprise him however, since he knew Rak’s ego.
"He was around for a while, acting like he cared about me." Rak huffed again, more fondly this time, eyes closed and arms still crossed. "He taught me a few fancy tricks with rocks and how to hunt better. He talked a lot about turtle this and turtle that. There were so many, I don't remember. But Black and Blue turtles were the ones he talked about the most, saying something like 'no one else will be more worthy prey than them.'"
Agni felt his chest tighten. To think that their Rak had acknowledged them and even bragged about it…it filled him with a sense of pride and longing.
"I didn't believe him then, since turtles are boring and no way they could do what he said they could." Rak paused and untangled his arms, eyes focusing and turning predatory, "But when he said that these turtles were unlike what we had there, I have been wanting to meet those turtles he told me about and hunt them."
Rak's story was intriguing. But even if it flattered him, Agni was more curious about his Rak's whereabouts. "What happened to him then? Wasn't he…badly injured?"
Rak frowned and went silent. But when he found his voice, it lacked its previous vigor. "He was. It looked fresh and so impossible to walk with, but he did. I asked if it was painful, but he said he didn’t feel a thing."
Third-degree burn. Agni thought to himself. But there was no way it spread evenly. Some areas must've been painful.
"He definitely lied," Rak voiced Agni's thought. "He was just acting to look tough."
The edge of Agni's lips twitched in an attempt to suppress his smile. That's him alright. And of course Rak could figure his own self easily. 
"One day he challenged me in an all out duel," Rak's gaze turned dark. "His wounds had weakened him over the months, and it was obvious who would be the winner."
Agni frowned at the implication.
Wordlessly, Rak called out his arms inventory which held a familiar looking spear that shouldn't have been in his possession at this point in time. Agni would recognize that design anywhere, "...Mad shocker."
"He said he wanted to test me, and he gave me this." Rak glared at the spear as if it was responsible for his misfortune. "And later told me that I should be proud, for only a true hunter was allowed to defeat him."
Agni felt his throat going dry, and gulped. "He died, didn't he?"
Rak's eyes sharpened. Whether it was in regret or anger, Agni couldn't tell. "I killed him." 
Agni didn't know what to feel about that. On one hand, he could empathize with how much pain Rak must've felt from the injury, especially with the lack of proper treatment that could cure or even just lessen the pain. But on the other hand, it meant that his Rak was truly gone, in such a way, and he still couldn't wrap his head around it.
Rak put his pipe back to invisible mode, like looking at it had brought him so much grief. "I've never used that spear since."
The silence stretched, with only the loud noises coming from the training ground to fill it. Agni wasn't sure how to reply to that without being overly friendly nor physical, and he definitely wouldn't do that to Rak, who only met him today.
Sitting beside Rak like this reminded him of their chat before the workshop battle, on the balcony. It was when Rak truly let him see his buried feelings, his desire to climb the tower together with him and Grace. And with that, the grief finally started to dawn on him. The scar on his face felt itchy and his hand was already clawing at his mask before he registered the motion. He sighed and put his hand back on his knee, pushing the tangled feeling to the back of his mind to be dealt with later. And since the silence had stretched out for too long, he asked; "What was he to you?"
"A rival," Rak looked thoughtful before adding, "and family."
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wardrobeoftime · 11 months
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The Other Boleyn Girl (2008) + Costumes
Anne Boleyn’s blue & black dress and white & black cape.
// requested by @dychauksz​
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anghraine · 9 days
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rubynye replied to this post:
Olaudah Equiano: enslaved as a child, bought his own freedom, campaigned eloquently for abolition, his memoir went through nine printings at least. An erudite Black man from before many people think Black people were invented. I can't adequately express how happy seeing him in your list made me.
Equiano is a truly fascinating, compelling figure. His memoir was assigned in a grad school seminar I took on 18th-century British literature focused on various forms of resistance and dialogue among/between/about the oppressed, and it was really intriguing to read abolitionist poetry and tracts mainly by white English people across the political spectrum of their era and then Equiano's Interesting Narrative. The contrast is incredible.
He's in my dissertation for basically one passage—the account of his capture and lifelong separation from his sister. But it's a hell of a passage.
(Now that I'm thinking about it, he was also in the curriculum I designed when I took over my advisor's upper-division 18th-century class for a semester, and my undergrad students loved the Interesting Narrative, way more than the grad students in my own seminar had. Most of my students had no idea he'd even existed and they just really got into it.)
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matpat145 · 1 year
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*proceeds to dance to funky music while fighting a bunch of silly bosses*
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