All those years burying you in my memory. Pretending you didn’t exist. Keeping you a secret, even from myself. Pretending you weren’t the Doctor when you were the Doctor more than anyone else. You were the Doctor when it wasn’t possible to get it right. But this time…You don’t have to do it alone.
I have this problem, and I think it’s a pretty serious one;
I always want people or nations to try get along and then point out times in history where they have and then I always emphasize how wonderful this friendship would be by saying, “then you could conquer the world!” but WHY does it always end in conquering the world? why must there be conquering? must it always be ‘vive la revolucion’?
If you’re having a bad day remember that time when Napoleon fucked up in front of Madame de Stael
dumb things I draw in the middle of the night
Enlightened Absolutism roll call time, from left to right: Gustav III of Sweden, Catherine the Great of Russia, Frederick the Great of Prussia, Napoleon, Joseph II of Austria, Carlos III of Spain. There are others that I didn’t include who are also important!
They are all filed under enlightened. They all cheated.
And they are all adorable.
and then countries gave up on france’s shit one after the other, and then britain’s economy outrageously didn’t collapse and then britain took revenge
napoleon’s fall was the consequence of messing with britain
you just can’t fuck around with britain
(of course most of the national flags didn’t look like this around that time but i wanted to keep things simple yo)
The son of the Regiment (detail): Napoleon II and his very special baby-sitters.
'One afternoon we were doing a silent shot for How to Marry a Millionaire of Marilyn Monroe asleep, dreaming. She was covered with a rich, shiny silk sheet. Her eyes were closed. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to lean over the bed and fix the folds a little closer to her body. After all, I was the director. As my knowledgeable painter’s hands were doing the required job, gently folding and pushing the silk sheet under her, I realised that she was completely nude. “Marilyn, are you nude?" I whispered. "What if there is a fire and you have to run out of bed?”
'She opened her eyes. “The script says nude. So I am nude.”
'By the camera, two young priests, visitors on the set, their eyes bulging out of their heads, were leaning forward out of their shoes towards Marilyn. And certainly thinking, this is better than heaven!”
-Jean Negulesco, director of the 1953 film (Note: MM wore a nightgown in the finished film.)