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empirearchives · 1 year
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Semyon Mezhinsky as Napoleon Bonaparte in the Soviet film, Kutuzov, dir. Vladimir Petrov, 1944
It looks like the filmmakers either used face prosthetics or some sort of editing to make the actor look more like Napoleon. His nose, for example, was changed to look a lot more like Napoleon’s nose. I think it turned out really well and looks very accurate.
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My friends and I were talking about time travel AU Ineffable Husbands and I think we literally just rewrote doctor who
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smak-annihilation · 5 months
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Time traveler form the late Victorian era making notes on the modern slang for when he comes back:
"Goth gf" - the beauty standard for ladies, mainly consisting of macab atire "Emo" - style of clothing an type of personality, often related to feelings of rebellion and sadness(caused by world's pain) "Sigma" - according to some it is a greatly intelligent, sharply dressed, well manered, cunning individual who distances himself from society and is a desirable partner, however has no desires for partners (note: think Child Harrold). according to others a person who very few will look up to, and who claims to be all the things mentioned above in an attempt to find purpose and meaning "Ohio" - a queer place, often to a humorous extent "Rizz" - devilish charm "Gyatt" - plump reer end, male or female, highly desired
"Goth gf" - the beauty standard for ladies, mainly consisting of macab atire
"Emo" - style of clothing an type of personality, often related to feelings of rebellion and sadness(caused by world's pain)
"Sigma" - according to some it is a greatly intelligent, sharply dressed, well manered, cunning individual who distances himself from society and is a desirable partner, however has no desires for partners (note: think Child Harrold). according to others a person who very few will look up to, and who claims to be all the things mentioned above in an attempt to find purpose and meaning
"Ohio" - a queer place, often to a humorous extent
"Rizz" - devilish charm
"Gyatt" - plump reer end, can be male and female, highly desired
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pikechris · 10 months
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last week we had a classic trial episode and this time we had a classic time travel episode, snw keeps delivering this season and I love it
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withywindle-valley · 6 months
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Happy time travel day!
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squeakyfir · 1 year
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I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)
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The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.
Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.
Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.
Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.
After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.
John Henry "Doc" Holliday.
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Time is not a thing, but it keeps things in balance, and it never stops. You learn new things every day. Like today, you bought a ticket to go to the local carnival and once you entered, you started to regret the decision. There was a lot of people, more than you can handle, and it was still a bit damp from the rain earlier. The sounds of people talking, the cliche carnival music and game sounds were definitely a sight to see.
The carnival also had small kiosks and shop stands. There was one doing face paints and another selling cheap jewelry. But there was one that caught your eye. It was definitely out of place for all of the bright and flashy colors of the carnival. It was illuminated with dark orange light and had a small sign that read, "Mrs. Hatches shop".
No one was there and from strictly looking at it, it looked like a witch shop. It was a bit odd for it to be here but you still went towards it. The strong smell of incense burners and herbs were very potent and made the little shop very eerie.
"Hello" you called out.
"Aah, a customer"! An old voice said. "Come in my dear".
"Who's there"? A shadow moved from the corner and as it stepped into the light, a very old lady with a wooden cane came forward. She was a bit shorter than you and her skin was very pale with veins appearing near the surface. Her gray hair was put up in a bun loosely with loose hairs being freed and she wore and black woven dress with what appeared to be an emerald ring. "I am" she said as gently as she could. "Who might you be"?
"Uhh... I'm (Y/n)".
The old woman quickly took your hand and examined it. "What are you doing"?
"Reading your palm".
"Ok, great" you said in a slight sarcastic tone, "But please don't touch me".
"Hold still now" she said like a mother scolding her child. "Hmmm... Oh yes, yes, yes! How wonderful"!
"What? What's so wonderful"?
"When I read people's palms, I can tell what their fortune is".
"What is it" you asked curiously.
"Come, I will show you"! She quickly went over to a table that became visible when she lit an old oil lamp. On the table was a glass sphere sitting on a marble stand. "Let me guess" you said sarcastically, "A crystal ball"?
"I know people believe that these are not accurate but I assure you my child, this is what it seems to be". She motioned for you to come sit and you hesitantly did. "What's your name, anyways" you asked.
"Glinda Hatches"! As soon as she said her name she rubbed the glass sphere and smoke appeared inside the sphere and was illuminated with white light. "Wow".
"Now, you may ask one question".
"Why only one"?
"The first question is free but any other questions will cost $5".
"What"?
"That'll be $5 since you already asked two questions-"
"Alright alright alright"! You sighed and you did have cash on you but you were gonna save that for some funnel cakes but after seeing this, you were still very curious. You couldn't think of anything. "Would you like some suggestions"?
"Sure".
"You can ask things such about your family, your past life, your soulmate, you can see things that you can't remember-"
"Wait" you said interrupting her. "Did you just say soulmate"?
Glinda grinned. "Would you like to see you soul mate"?
"Sure".
Glinda rubbed the glass sphere and you muttered, "This should be interesting". The light inside the sphere turned bright white and revealed an image of a man with a black hat, a short-hair moustache and goatee. His skin looked really pale but he looked like a very capable man. "Ooh, he's cute".
"Oh my" Glinda said, "I have never seen this before".
"Seen what"?
"Your soulmate is already dead" Glinda said in disbelief.
"How is that possible? That doesn't make sense". You looked back at the image of the man. "Who is he anyways"?
"His name is John Henry Holliday. As in Doc Holliday. He was a famous gunslinger and poker player".
"Ooh, I like him already! But how is he my soul mate if he's already dead"?
"I'm not sure. But hold on, I have something that may help you". Glinda stood up and rushed over to small chest rummaging around inside. While she was doing that, you took in the features of your supposed "soulmate". He looked very serious and you could see his eyes, he looked so tired. It looked as if his eyes had dark circles around them. He was truly interesting and you decided to Google more information about him but Glinda came back before you could and handed you a small stone.
"This will help you".
The stone was white with black blotches on it and was smoothed out with a silver frame around it. "How does this help me"?
"When used correctly, it will bring your soulmate to you".
"Uh-huh. Sure" you said sarcastically.
"Do you want it or not" Glinda asked.
"Well" you examined the stone and decided that it was good enough for a necklace at least. "Ok. I'll take it".
"Great"! Glinda gave you the stone and said, "That'll be 35$".
"WHAT!? Why"!?
"Remember what I said, 5$ per question". You knew you only had 20$ cash but the rest would be paid with a card. You were about to deny the purchase but you saw a literal crystal ball and had a feeling that everything she has shared with you was factual. "Do you accept credit and debit"?
"Yes, here". She pulled out a chip reader and charged you the exact amount but then had the nerve to push a glass jar near your hand that read "Tip Jar".
"Are you serious"?
"This is how I make my living" she said honestly.
"Tell you what" you said, "If this really does work, I'll come straight back here and give you a 100$ tip".
"Will you" she asked doubtfully.
"I will, I promise". You took your card back and left. That was all your cash and some of your money from your card but you decided to just go home. You were very confused. Going through the large crowd of people to get back to your car felt like an eternity. You would just go home and sleep instead. When you got into your car, you examined the stone more closely, it really was a nice stone and you think you could actually make a necklace out of it. You just put it in the pocket on the dashboard and drove home.
It didn't take long to get home and you were greeted by your dog, Gracie, a golden retriever. Happy to see you as always. You didn't even bother to change into your pajamas and fell onto your bed with Gracie quickly joining you and plugging your phone into your solar panel phone charger. It was odd to have that but your original charger was broken and this solar panel charger had back up power on it to still keep itself powered. You examined the stone on your bed under the dimmed light from the moon and just fell asleep with it in your grasp.
Not knowing, it would literally change your life...
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daguerreotyping · 1 year
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Daguerreotype of a young man with lovely and rather sad eyes, circa 1850s
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pissmoon · 1 year
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People who talk about heterosexual marriage in terms of like a #GirlPower thing and how women who are not married to men theyve lived with for years or their babydaddies are 'exploited'/dont respect themselves/its only like that because men are scared of marriage are fucking weird? You think all women dream of marriage? You think women who associate marriage with being a houseslave and childhood trauma of how much of a failure their parents marriage was or dont feel the need for state/religious institutions to 'validate' their love and relationship dont exist? You think marriage always equals love and respect (and never variety of socio-economic reasons like tax and mortgage stuff or men wanting a houseslave or trophy wife) and people who arent married arent capable of it? You think 'i want a wife i want a wife i want a wife' type of men always have pure intentions? What a miserable 19th century ass way of thinking of the world. Marriage is still a patriarchal institution most men still just want someone to do their laundry btw
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rosandguilarehead1968 · 2 months
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like they're My Mum's Guys to me and this is such an objectively unserious way to look at their life and work im almost embarrassed. and yet im having a great time i love u faction paradox 🫶
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heatherfield · 3 months
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Coulson: Mack, I need you load something onto Zephyr 1 and bring it to us. Mack: What exactly am I bringing, sir? Me: You're not going to like it. Coulson: You're not going to like it.
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charlesreeza · 2 years
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Time, Showing the Ruins it Brings and the Treasures to be Found, 1822, by Jean-Baptiste Mauzaisse, on the ceiling of the former ‘jewelry room’ at the Louvre Museum in Paris.
Photo by Charles Reeza
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guerrerooo · 23 days
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memecucker · 3 months
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I remember looking at the travel journal of one of those 19th century Japanese travelers early into the opening up of the country and they were talking about the Western customs of not only wearing shoes inside a house but also placing expensive looking carpets on the floor and he was like “I can kinda understand one of these things at a time but both seems really extra strange”
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timeandspacenovelist · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswin Oswald, Twelfth Doctor & Clara Oswin Oswald Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswin Oswald, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Post-Episode: 2014 Xmas Last Christmas, Pre-Episode: s09e10 Face the Raven, Submarines, Action/Adventure, Comedy, Time Travel, Sea Monsters, 19th Century, pseudo historical Summary:
The Doctor and Clara find themselves on a ship on a great voyage of discovery, trying to find the rumoured giant squid. The Doctor denies its existence, but in order to survive, he and Clara have no choice but to go on the journey. One that leads to something unexpected and familiar...
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aesrot · 11 months
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THEY MADE A PERDIDA ADAPTATION???
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