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digitalfashionmuseum · 10 months
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Pale Green Taffeta Dress, 1775-1785, French.
Musée des Arts Décoratifs Paris.
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artschoolglasses · 8 months
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The Honourable Miss Monckton, Sir Joshua Reynolds, 1777-78
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mapsontheweb · 11 months
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A survey of the city of Philadelphia, 1777.
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sankt-jesper · 3 months
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Left Unsaid
Rated T. One-Shot. Star Wars: Alpha-17/Fordo. Words: 5,649. Tags: Post-Jabiim; Established Relationship; Unconventional Relationship; Hurt/Comfort; Sharing a Bed; Nonverbal Communication. Written for lyntergalactic during @swrarepairs ♡
17 goes back to Tipoca after Jabiim. He'd like to sleep for days and not see anyone; unfortunately for him, he's got a surprise guest.
On AO3 🔒
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nordleuchten · 11 months
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I am running out of paper; it is terrible to be reduced to writing when one loves as much as I love you, dear heart, and shall love you until my dying breath.
Marquis de La Fayette to his wife Adrienne, October 29, 1777
Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 1, December 7, 1776–March 30, 1778, Cornell University Press, 1977, p. 139.
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"Margaret Gainsborough, the Artist’s Daughter, Playing A Cittern", c. 1777, Thomas Gainsborough.
This beautiful portrait of Margaret Gainsborough was "rediscovered" back in 2018, it was las seen publicly in 1882, but after searching for it and found, it was added to the 2018 Gainsborough family exhibition in the National Gallery.
You can read more about the finding of the portrait here, or about the exhibition here.
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firewoodwander · 4 months
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hello! Can I suggest 17 with 1777 or 9 with codex?
Mistletoe prompts
17. Set-up
Seventeen is taking inventory when he notices Fordo is in the room. Fourteen charge packs, six tibanna cartridges, five flashbangs and nine dets, all laid out on the canvas at his feet. There’s still half a bag to go through.
“You get that map?” he asks, not really expecting anything other than an affirmative—Fordo would be sulking if that was the case, and urban undercities are something of a specialty for him.
“All on here,” is the quiet reply. The chair in the corner by the door protests loudly when Fordo drops into it. Seventeen twists to look over his shoulder, catches his eye and then looks down at the datapad held loosely between his fingers.
Light glints off the glass when it moves. The overheads in this hotel room are shit, mostly broken, so they’ve kept on the only working lamps instead. They get the occasional flicker from the one on the nightstand (claimed immediately by Fordo; Seventeen’s is, predictably, also not working), but it’s enough.
“You really gonna make me come to you?”
The argument is pointless. All of theirs are, but Seventeen keeps a principle to complain about everything Fordo does anyway. It feels right. Fordo doesn’t so much complain as just completely overrule, and even the ending of the war hasn’t curbed that particularly irritating personality trait.
Seventeen’s knees crack sharply when he gets up off the floor.
They won’t even need to see us coming, Fordo had said, once. Because he’s a bastard.
The room is small enough that Seventeen crosses it in three strides, left knee still revolting. He ignores the shadow of Fordo smirking at him just as he ignores the way he always clings at night: his head on Seventeen’s shoulder or back or chest and his hair in Seventeen’s fucking mouth.
He takes the datapad. Switches it on.
LOOK UP.
Seventeen can feel the strength of his desire to punch Fordo in his smug mouth wailing against what little patience he has left in his body. Unfortunately, his desire is a frequent visitor. Unfortunately, his patience is so very used to holding strong he’s not sure it knows how to break.
“Fett’s fucking shiny boots,” he mutters, but does as instructed. “I hate you so much. What the fuck is that and where did you get it.”
He knows Fordo knows that he knows what it is. Once more: the principle of the thing.
“It’s Life Day,” Fordo says in that quiet, strong way he has. “You died once. Make the most of it.”
Seventeen rolls saliva around on his tongue and swallows it, thick and bitter with the tang of tibanna.
“You’re trying to tell me something,” he decides.
The ratty, half-dilapidated armchair cries out again when Fordo levers himself out of it to stand toe to toe with Seventeen. He has a dozen scars across his face, the jagged, faded one on his upper lip a near-perfect complement to the one cutting down Seventeen’s chin. He has the same eyes, the same jaw, the same nose broken in different places.
They both know the only reason either of them is here now is because they don’t know how to live any differently. But Fordo had to try, once.
Seventeen doesn’t flinch away from the hands that gather his face, doesn’t fight being drawn closer. Doesn’t try to argue when Fordo kisses him—just goes with it, feels it, doesn’t try to think about it.
“You needed the nudge,” Fordo murmurs, so Seventeen shoves him back into his shitty broken chair and kisses him at the same time.
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mercuriicultores · 1 year
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1777, Пётр Соколов, Дедал привязывает крылья Икару
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aswithasunbeam · 9 months
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Excerpt of Expenses from Hamilton and Caleb Gibbs‘ Trip to Albany from Valley Forge
[Valley Forge, January 20, 1778]
“Account of Expences of. Colo. Hamilton. & Captain Gibbs. to Albany & back again—set off from Skippack road, 15. miles from Phila: Returnd. to Valley Forge—
Sent by His Excelly. Genel. Washington on public service...
Novr—     1— at Chester.—    1. 17.4—2d at N. Windsor ferry 8/6    2. 5.10      
4 at Paukeepsey—    19/ —at Rhynbeck— 25/6.    2. 4. 6           
5th. at Clauverick—    16/8.—gave a guide—9/    1. 5. 8.       
  at Kinderhook—    16/ —at Albany ferry 6/.    1. 2—           
8th. at Cosockett2    19/6—at Wells’s ferry—5/.    1. 4. 6       
  at Pools landing    24/6—9th on the road to Clauvierck 10/    1.14. 6        
10th. at Clauverick—    14/ —at Tatias tavern dinner &c. 12/    1. 6.           
11th. at the flats    18/6 —at paukeepsey 10/6    1. 9—         
12th. at Fish Kill—    30/ —at New Windsor ferry 10/.    2.—           
14th. at Goshen—    20/—at Chester—27/.    2. 7—         
16th. at Pompton—    14/    14. £19. 5. 0
On the road to PeeksKill when Colo. Hamilton was taken sick from Morris Town          22d. at Ramapaugh    13/ —at Cacaat3—16/8    1. 9. 8.        
23 at Kings ferry—    11/ —gave the ferry man 5/.    .16—   
Cash paid at Peeks Kill when Colo. Hamilton was sick    
25th. to 3 quarters mutton @8/24 gave the doctr. 6/    1.10—”
-This was the journey back to Valley Forge from Albany, where Hamilton may have first met Eliza. He certainly spoke with Philip Schuyler while he was there. Hamilton became severely ill on the return trip, as can be seen in the entries for November 22d through November 25th.
Source: Founders Online
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yrs-forever-pavis · 1 month
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Sweeties!! I just want you to remember a thing! 💟💌 this is important, please read it!! (sharing also helps a lot)
When I just joined the amrev community, I used to worry a lot about if I had enough knowledge to be considered a part of the history world. I was just a baby! (and im still being, but at that time i was even smoler) I saw all these artists posting art, all these blogs sharing historical facts, these people writing eloquent quotes... and i felt a little bit intimidated because of the incredible amount of stuff they knew!! I was just discovering many things they considered common knowledge, and i was a little bit...so much scared...! What if I didn't knew enough? I had read some letters, some articles, and i did knew some stuff, but i still felt like it was little. In case you've been feeling this way i want you to know that: no one will judge for the amount of books you've read, for the amount of letters you saved, for the amount of dates you know, no! darling there are many things to learn!! so many! you dont have to know it all at once, there is so much time to learn! so dont worry anymore and go to interact with ur people. Despite how I felt at first, I was welcomed by a kind group of people, who where pleased to share they knowledge with me! who understanded and answered my questions, and that helped me to find the stuff i was looking for! I love you all so much!!!! So my dearests, remember that it is okay to not know, you eventually will ❤ There are many blogs, just like mine, that are focused in sharing amrev knowledge, and if you're new in the fandom dont be afraid to dm me and i can share them with you, i can also introduce you to artist and writers that u may like ;] thats the purpose of all this! To share what we know with the biggest amount of people, to help eachother and learn, to talk about the things, and the people! we love. I personally focus on translating letters and texts from english to spanish, and i have almost finished my most recent translation soo 👀 hispanohablantes prepare!!!
Thats it! I just wanted you to remember that 💗 No matter when you joined us, youre a part of this!!
-pavis xx
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arinewman7 · 1 year
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Saul and the Witch of Endor
Benjamin West
oil on canvas, 1777
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artschoolglasses · 3 months
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Lydia, Matthew William Peters, 1777
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mapsontheweb · 1 year
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A topographical map of the northern part of New York Island, exhibiting the plan of Fort Washington, with the rebels lines to the southward, 1777.
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nupaintings · 1 year
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nordleuchten · 11 months
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(…) I would give half my blood to obtain the pleasure of embracing you just once, and of telling you just once how much I love you.
Marquis de La Fayette to his wife Adrienne, July 23, 1777
Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 1, December 7, 1776–March 30, 1778, Cornell University Press, 1977, p. 67.
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old-glory · 1 year
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Henry Fuseli, Fear (Three Girls Crouching), 1777
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