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Apr 23rd 2014
12:45 PM
9:58 AM

encores:

Completely Rational fears about baby Steve Rogers

(via uss-assbutt)

Apr 22nd 2014
10:36 AM

ateliercornelia:

Color Study: Desert Sky

Alice Blue, Baby Blue, Sky Blue, Periwinkle,  Peach, Carnation Pink and Rose.

(via jeremyjohnirons)

10:24 AM
10:12 AM

mechinaries:

i imagine both steve and bucky like to come up with different ways to poke fun at sam every time they pass him during jogging

because they are shitheads

(the first one is a print you can get here)

(via monkeyinshoes)

Apr 21st 2014
9:56 PM
9:52 PM

The Gal from Joe's

by Duke Ellington

The Gal from Joe’s - Duke Ellington

9:43 PM
nex218:

Haruko Maeda: Heartbeat of the Death - Queen Elizabeth the first, 2013.

nex218:

Haruko Maeda: Heartbeat of the Death - Queen Elizabeth the first, 2013.

(Source: harukomaeda.blogspot.com, via myendlessabsorptionandhunger)

9:30 PM
One would have to be mad, or close to it, to credit talismans, in the first quarter of the twentieth century, with the power to deflect bullets and shell fragments. And yet no front-line soldier or officer was without his amulet, and every tunic pocket became a reliquary. Lucky coins, buttons, dried flowers, hair cuttings, New Testaments, pebbles from home, medals of St. Christopher and St. George, childhood dolls and teddy bears, poems or Scripture verses written out and worn in a small bag around the neck like a phylactery, Sassoon’s fire-opal — so urgent was the need that no talisman was too absurd.
—  Paul Fussell, The Great War and Modern Memory
9:17 PM
Rumor, ‘painted full of tongues,’ is in attendance, as Shakespeare knew, at every war. Yet the Great War seems especially fertile in rumor and legend. It was as if the general human impulse to make fictions had been dramatically unleashed by the novelty, immensity, and grotesqueness of the proceedings. The war itself was clearly a terrible invention, and any number, it seemed, could play. What Marc Bloch recalls about inverse skepticism is from his experience of the French trenches, but it is true of the British scene as well. ‘The prevailing opinion in the trenches,’ he notes, ‘was that anything might be true, except what was printed.’ From this skepticism about anything official there arose, he says, ‘a prodigious renewal of oral tradition, the ancient mother of myths and legends.’ Thus, ironically, ‘governments reduced the front-line soldier to the means of information and the mental state of olden times before journals, before news sheets, before books.’ The result was an approximation of the popular psychological atmosphere of the Middle Ages, where rumor was borne not as now by ration-parties but by itinerant ‘peddlars, jugglers, pilgrims, beggars.’
—  Paul Fussell, The Great War and Modern Memory