INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS (2009) DIR. QUENTIN TARANTINO

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17th century doofuses

“Flouted as a father and as a statesman, he [Frederick William] treated his son (Frederick the Great] so ill as to lend colour to the suspicion that he wished him dead. Not content with impounding his books, forbidding him the flute, compelling him to see his mother by stealth, the tyrant actually rained blows on him in public, even in the camp of the Saxon King. “Had I been so treated by my father,” he is said to have exclaimed, “I would have blown by brains out, but this fellow has no honour.”

Unfortunately for Frederick William, the youth whom he thus outraged was Crown Prince of Prussia, and as such by no means lacked friends. To England, to Austria, and to his father’s ministers he was an important pawn in the game of politics. Some of the younger officers lent him countenance in the hope of favours to come. but the dearest friend of his life, Lieutenant von Katte, loved him to what he might be able to bestow. To Katte the prince confided his fixed purpose to flee from a tyranny that was past endurance. 

— W.F. Reddaway, Frederick the Great and the Rise of Prussia (1904)

(images: Frederick the Great on the left, Lieutenant von Katte on the right, and on the bottom is an illustration of the two of them strolling together)

Arthur looks fly af, we really don't appreciate colourful clothing in medical setting, nice to see some change!

 i concur! arthur looks v fly in full technicolour

but i also appreciate him his princely best incognito mode

because he is both apprehensive and v eager to follow a handsome archer into a tryst outside the palace walls OWO 

Ghibli Highschool AU

f1 + cassette tapes (click for high quality) 

for my fave @motopg 🤍

Admit it, this guy is more excited about Napoleon than you’ll ever be.

do you see this shit my liege

old snobs

‘the young prince, they began calling him. not the one-year-old heir to the throne in kyoto—but him. the rumours that overran the shogun’s retinue were wild and breathless; he was barely two or three centuries old, how could he be anything but an infant? wasn’t this all ridiculous, some of them hissed, being cowed and threatened by a child. but no—it was clear when i came face to face with him for the first time, in the shadow of the ships intruding in uraga harbour; tall and strong and already a man, forged in steel and gunpowder.’ 

1850s