are there fics where Paul and John cover up their embarrassment and awkwardness in bed by doing it in yorkshire accents and ee-by-gumming their way through the entire thing? can you give me a rec list because I can’t read them having sex in their real voices any more, I think they’d rather die; they’d be in a little skit about coal miners fucking in the dark before you could count to four
Sorry I wasn’t listening to you, I was thinking about the Duke of Wellington’s personal 11-foot-tall statue of nude, totally jacked Napoleon.
Twitter thread! (and yes Kate Beaton’s “Nemesis” comic comes up)
Oh my goooodddd, im crying at Napoleon basically hiding it in embarrassment only for it to be put on display in the main room of his enemy
Napoleon: … nice statue imma just *throws it into the basement*
Duke of Wellington breaking into Napoleon’s house: OH BOY LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND–
What I wanna know is why Wellington put that statue there. Like was it some kind of power play to show off how he vanquished Napoleon, or did he just think it was a really nice statue?
Every time someone brings this up, I have to be the one to tell them that the statue was a gift to Wellington from the Prince Regent, and it wasn’t looted. The British government paid around £3000 for a giant naked statue of Napoleon. Wellington had to put it somewhere people would be able to see it, or he’d offend the Prince. Love that for him.
This is a really poignant illustration of the seductive nature of glorifying war but that is a LOOK and she is SERVING it
I’ve seen Death depicted as a card dealer or other sort of gambler, a guy in a suit, a farmer, a robed apparition, and any other number of things, but this? This has to be the best Death I’ve seen yet. An old seductress saying “hey kid, don’t you wanna die in a trench for a government that doesn’t give a fuck about you, just like your dear old dad?” This goes hard as fuck.
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