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forsapphics · 3 months ago
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Venetians at the Balcony (1881)
Eugene de Blaas (1843 - 1932)
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uwmspeccoll · 13 days ago
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Milestone Monday: Democracy Interrupted
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On this day in 411 BCE, during the Peloponnesian War between Athens and Sparta, a political crisis shook the foundations of Athenian democracy. The Athenian Coup, which resulted in the overthrow of Athens' democratic government and led to the establishment of a brief oligarchy known as the Four Hundred. This regime ultimately failed due to widespread discontent among the populace, and by the end of 410 BC, democracy was restored in Athens.
To commemorate this pivotal event in classical history, we are featuring our Limited Editions Club copy of The History of the Peloponnesian War by Thucydides. This 1974 edition includes Richard Crawley’s (1840-1893) English translation, revised by R.C. Feetham, with an introduction by Peter Pouncey. It is richly illustrated with eight double-spread, two-color woodcuts and twenty-five black-and-white woodcuts by the Greek artist A. Tassos, including chapter headings, facing page pairs, and a frontispiece. Six maps, specially drawn for this edition by John Morris, provide historical context, while Eugene Ettenberg designed the format. The woodcut inserts were printed in Athens under the artist’s supervision at the Aspioti Elka printing plant, and the text was composed by John Stone in Concord, NH, then printed by Case, Lockwood & Brainard in Bloomfield, CT. This rare volume is a stunning tribute to both the artistry and the enduring legacy of Thucydides' historical account.
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ultimateanna · 7 months ago
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The most charismatic characters of Final Destination.
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cutter-kirby · 1 month ago
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beebo as stuff I saw on tumblr today
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funny-passerine · 1 month ago
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He’s such a good father guys look at him bonding with his daughter
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bwobgames · 9 days ago
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sunlightdrop · 2 years ago
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“I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky.”
Happy 13th Anniversary Tangled!
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fruutbaag · 10 days ago
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endings 3-6 eugene living in the house & it not being sustainable for various reasons in the long term as stated by mari in ending 7
ending 10 oliver keeping everything from ángel & it not being sustainable in the long term because. like. thats just a lot to keep secret and theres So many ways that could go wrong
thinking about them.
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ascreamforhelp · 7 months ago
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great sage Eugene my beloved
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sinsofsinister · 1 year ago
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For seven days your crew weathered the storms before finally breaking through the clouds. They couldn't have made it this far without you. What began as a chance encounter with a girl named Lyria became a journey to reach the ends of the skies and now, a new chapter in that story is about to begin.
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lilianhuas · 5 months ago
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crownrots · 14 days ago
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— WIP WEEKEND ✨
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Gael keeps his voice steady and strong, or tries to at least. Thick, clumsy fingers pull the glasses from his face as he rubs at his eyes; his hand had started to shake months ago, but never this much, never as they were now. 
Tears sting at the backs of his eyes and he’s grateful then, that Tommy had ushered most of them out of the room in an attempt to give him some privacy. He’d always liked him. Like the way he cared about people. 
“Hey, Donny.” Gael wipes at a tear as it slides down his weathered cheek, leaving a searing chill in his wake; the walkie crackles, deafening, uncomfortable silence greeting him on the other end. 
The object finally crackles to life and Donovan curses on the other end. Gael reprimands him jokingly, a fresh barrage of tears clouding his vision as he leans against the workbench for support, old knees threatening to sink to the woven carpet beneath him. 
“Yeah, sorry. I uh -” His eldest is silent on the other end of the walkie for a beat of two, as if searching for the right words to say. If there were any to be had at all. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry -” 
He’d never heard Donovan sound so small. 
He’d always been larger than life. Took the whole older brother, man of the house after him, things seriously; too seriously, he thinks back fondly. 
Donovan was always confident, self assured, almost bordering on arrogant at times. 
But now?
He sounds like the little boy who had scraped his knee learning to ride his bike. He sounds like the little boy who cried on his first day of preschool, afraid to lean into a world without his mother and father present at every turn. His voice trembles the same way it did when he had called Gael in the middle of the night to pick him up from a sleep over because he was frightened of the dark. His sorry sounds like the same one he whispered, half fearful and half angry at himself for breaking his grandmother’s vase one Christmas, a lifetime ago. 
Only, this was not a boo boo he could kiss and put a Band-Aid on. This was not something that gets a redo, not something they can sweep under a rug and keep between them until next Christmas. 
It dawns on Gael, briefly and painfully, that there would not be another Christmas for Donovan. 
He had always pictured himself dying before his boys. 
Even before the world went to hell and death permeated everything around them like a stench that could never be washed out; he’d always pictured he’d be first. 
The walkie crackles, Donovan’s half sobbed words spilling through.
“I’m scared, dad -” 
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A moment of heavy silence blankets the space at his words, the rain coming down harder now, pelting the aging roof above them. A trickle of water hits her cheek as she turns away from him, but she barely notices. 
She knows what he’s asking and she wishes the answer was simple; I don't know. A confident, you weren’t bitten, spoken without hesitation or a lump in her throat. Only, she knows it runs deeper than that. The very thought of whatever this was, causes her heart to thump against her chest a little harder. 
Leftover adrenaline, she tells herself, it’ll stop soon. 
“You want me to shoot you next time? Fine. I will.” Kyle finally scoffs, her attempt to shrug off the looming conversation failing, attention still trained on the broken walkie she had pulled from her bag.
It should have been easy, someone says they’re bit, you shoot them. 
She’s done it before. 
Many times. 
But somehow, Tommy’s very presence had turned her inside out, all those soft, fragile spots that somehow remained after years of covering them with a hardened shell of indifference and isolation were exposed; worn on her sleeve, written in the way she looked at him, in the tremble of her hand whenever he was close, the catch in her voice when she’d try to counter any truth he might bring up. 
She couldn’t have shot him, not even if he was bitten and begging, accepting of a fate they all expected to face at some point. She couldn’t have hurt him, killed him, even if she wanted. 
He watches her for a long moment, says her name when he wants to challenge her words, gentle and quiet, understanding and even a little bit relieved. 
She forces those soft spots back inside for now and still doesn’t look at him, won’t look at him. 
“I’m going to check on the horse.” 
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cutter-kirby · 19 days ago
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wow chapter 3’s looking great you guys
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funny-passerine · 1 month ago
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[We tend to bruise easily, mad in the blood]
part 2 of this (?)
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bwobgames · 2 months ago
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Funny suggestive meme below
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madebysimblr · 2 years ago
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I said there might be something different today, and there sure is. You might know that I share poses and deco sims out on my main @madebycoffee which I obviously still intend to do, but those ones I prefer to be a little more polished. I want a place I can share out poses that is less weighty IDK how to explain it really. Mostly the poses in question I want to share out are specific sequences that I make for the legacy and are too good to be tossed into a 'used' folder and forgotten about. And they make more sense to be shared here.
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The first set is a combination of poses I made for Cordy's Wedding. There were too many good ones, including one I never even used because I forgot to put it in (the hug pose). AND I thought you all might have some use for them :)
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In game this is called "Wedding Poses" and it comes with 10 poses.
TOU: don't put anything I make behind a paywall that's it.
Download under the cut :)
Download At SimsFileShare l or Mediafire!
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