The Wretched Abomination Known As The Minotaur Has Discovered Some Chalk

Soooo… I’ve wanted to do this ever since my very very first APH art history dumbness. A parody, of course, off of Velasquez’s Las Meninas. I don’t want to say too much, but even with the changes I made, hopefully the atmosphere is at least similar to the original! Everyone was super encouraging to me through it, and I appreciate that so much. <3

I totally missed my 200th post today, but here’s 201 with the hope that you guys might stick with me through another 200!! <3 <3 XOXO

I’ve been drawing Hetalia characters in historical uniforms and armour since last year and now I’ve put them all together chronologically. They should be more or less accurate and the times I put under the characters are meant as a guide, because the uniforms were obviously worn longer than only the year I put. I’ll also continue this work with more characters. Because I have Germany and Prussia twice and I also added my OC Silesia. You find the seperate artworks under #hetaliuniformau and you can buy this artwork in my shops on Redbubble, Teepublic etc:  campsite.bio/silentrebel93

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Best sitcom ever.

MIND YOUR LANGUAGE 24 November 1977 - 12 April 1986

in 1497 Philips the handsome married Joan of Castille, meaning that in 1519 their son, Charles V inherited both Spain and his territories in the new world and Austria and the low lands… What consequence does this have for the nations?

Antonio and Roderich wonder during the night of their ‘union’ what kind of game it is they are playing… one of kings and queens, or one of pawns. 

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I don't think non f1 fans will ever understand the absolute shit show this sport is

"oh its the pinnacle of motorsport" bitch please seb vettel arrives, after missing two races, on his little gay bike and has already committed crimes, the fia is trying to find out who has a prince albert only to backfire bc lewis and max are out there seeing each other nipple piercings, the mclaren and alphatauri guys are doing some homoerotic shit with lando saying he likes to let his hands wander around when hugging his teammate and yuki calling pierre his boyfriend and pole sitter charles leclerc is doing idk charles leclerc stuff that man is insane

al pacino

Bourbon High.

(Omar Ulmer x Female!Reader)

For the lovely @tsukkimochi really hope you enjoy this fic ❤️❤️

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"(Y/n) are you sure about this?" Omar asked as he exited his sleeping cot. (Y/n) smirked, patting him on the back as a means to comfort him. "Don't worry so much, we will be back before they even notice we're gone." (Y/n) reasoned, turning her back to him and beginning to walk slowly, avoiding any small twig and or stone that might cause noise. Omar sighed, before following in her steps.

Throughout their relationship, (Y/n) has always been the more daring one. Even before the war, she would be constantly chastised by her mother for putting herself and Omar in danger. Not that (Y/n) really cared for her words. The thrill was too great. She would never put anyone in danger on purpose, but sometimes, the trouble would find them. "Where the hell are we going anyway? Won't the enemy have swarmed every town in France by now?" Omar inquired. In hindsight, his question would have brought up concerns, but (Y/n) was prepared for that.

"From the last patrol report, there's still one more town that these fucks haven't taken over. Just so happens that this town has got the best drinks. Besides, if shit hits the fan, we got fake papers and you can just pretend you're mute." (Y/n) proposed, giggling when she saw Omar's expression. She would always tease him about his inability to learn languages. "Fine but as soon as we see one Kraut, we are leaving." Omar stated. (Y/n) grinned and placed a loving kiss on his cheek. "You're the best."

The two continued to walk until they reached the small town, which seemed to have a small festival of sorts. Beautiful lights were lit, their holders decorated with various flowers. It looked as if people were also dancing. Which made (Y/n) giddy. Omar smiled, he knew what a swinger his girl was. "We have to go and dance after we drink." (Y/n) suggested, still keeping a low voice. The town might not have been captured, but those weasels had eyes, basically everywhere. They couldn't risk being heard speaking English. Once the two entered the bar, (Y/n) ordered two bourbons, taking a seat next to Omar. Bourbon has always been a go to drink for them. It tasted amazing and the burn of the throat provided a high that few liquors could match. Apparently, they underestimated the high.

"Do you *hic* remember when the *hic* Lieutenant nearly fell over?" ( Y/n) asked. Omar clutched his stomach, letting out a bellowing laugh. "Stooooop!" He begged. The couple continued to have their fun, completely unaware that it was well over three AM. When they walked back, trying desperately to hold each other up, they still thought that no one would be awake. "Phew, thank God the Lieutenant ain't awake, huh?" Omar said with a grin, making (Y/n) nod excitedly. Just then, the camp lamp was lit up.

"Try that again, Ulmer." That southern twang in the voice made both of them stand at attention. There was Aldo, sitting on a tree stump, with a very displeased look on his face. "Explain. Now." He ordered. They had never heard him sound so serious. Omar began to shake and stumble on his words, while (Y/n) was trying to think of something to say. "W-we were with the Staff Sergeant sir!" (Y/n) stated, thinking it would work. Aldo raised an eyebrow, turning his finger to point to a passed out Donny near a tree. (Y/n) swore under her breath and Omar felt like he was gonna die. "Now how is our Sergeant passed out over there, while you two come here, last midnight, drunk as all hell? How the fuck does that work?" Aldo inquired, voice raising in anger, though he tried to avoid waking the others. Trust Aldo when he says you don't want to see a Hugo who has had his sleep disturbed.

"Do you two have any idea what danger ya'll could'a put us in? We're in enemy territory goddamnit!" Aldo stated. "Not only did you sneak out, you went and got drunk! Fucking great!" Aldo exclaimed. It wasn't that he was mad at them directly. He understood that sometimes, especially during times like these, people would need a little breather. But this was something else completely.

"Sir we-"

"I ain't finished (L/n)."

Aldo interrupted, effectively shutting (Y/n) up. The man sighed, his fingers squeezing his temple. " I don't need to worry about you two acting like fuckin' kids! Who's idea was it?" Aldo asked. Omar and (Y/n) looked at each other, Omar opening his mouth to speak when (Y/n) jumped in. "It was my idea, sir. We were just trying to have fun and I dragged Omar-" (Y/n) stammered, before she was interrupted. A pair of strong hands dragged them both into a bear-like hug. To say that they were confused would be an understatement. "Um...sir?" Omar asked. Aldo sighed and pulled away, his hands remained on both of their shoulders.

"You two had me scared half to death... I promised I'd get ya home, didn't I?"

The two looked down, feeling guilty. "We are sorry, sir. It won't happen again."Omar stated and (Y/n) seconded that. Aldo smirked, before a strong yawn broke through. "Good, I accept both of your apologies but you will be punished accordingly for it." Aldo announced with a grin, making (Y/n) and Omar both groan. Aldo patted them on their backs. "Go on, off to bed and if I catch you again, I swear on my momma lll whoop both ya' asses. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

(Y/n) and Omar returned to his sleeping cot, Omar still shaking a little. They huddled close, Omar placing a hand over her. "I am never following you anywhere again." Omar stated. (Y/n) laughed, placing a kiss on his jaw. " Whatever you say, sweetheart." She said, drifting in drunk sleep. Omar smiled. Despite the inevitable hangover tomorrow, Omar was thankful for the time he got to spend with you. It was through you that he figured out what love was...and that you should never underestimate bourbon.

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