Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
everyday i wake up and think about Rzeczpospolita Obojga Narodów, rest in peace angel (1569-1795) [*]🕊️
There are 2 kinds of 1944-45 Soviet marches: the traditional parade march and "HEY LOOK I DISCOVERED SWING"
Is this about ww2 or am I just hyperfixating
One of my favourite genres of supernatural horror media might be described as bear-poking horror.
Basically, it’s horror media where the supernatural threat is a known quantity. Everybody – or at least everybody who’s involved – knows what it is and what it does, and there’s a specific, known, easily avoided act that will incur its wrath. All that’s necessary for nobody to get eaten is for nobody to do that thing. Typically there isn’t even any benefit to doing the thing, so there’s literally no reason to do it.
However, in spite of all that, absolutely everyone is going to die, because some fucker went and poked the bear.
Why, oh why did they poke the bear.
I mean they kinda have to call themselves central. It wasn't like there was a clear way to distinguish west from east for like 40 years /s
honestly is there a single thing thats more hilarious than “central europeans” insisting with all their might that they are not eastern european
eastern european countryside: oops! all ww2 monuments
George Washington:Don't split into two parties or we'll be doomed
Untied States:(immediately splits into two parties)
George Washington:
I think my 8th grade history notes are very special indeed
any female born after 1830 can't cook...all they know is brontë sisters, pad they bustle, ill-fitted corsets, get tuberculosis, and die.
I love the smiths but how could a man ever know how joan of arc felt
if I had a nickel for every time politicians were thrown out the window in Prague I'd have three nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened three times???
The SS Warrimoo, a passenger steamship traveling from Vancouver to Australia, was silently knifing its way across the mid-Pacific waters. The navigator had just finished calculating a star fix and handed the results to Captain John DS. Phillips.
The Warrimoo's coordinates were LAT 0º 31' N, LONG 179 30' W. The date was December 31, 1899. "Know what this means?" First Mate Payton announced, "We're only a few miles from the intersection of the Equator and the International Date Line."
Captain Phillips was prankish enough to seize the opportunity to do the nautical feat of a lifetime. He summoned his navigators to the bridge to double-check the ship's position. He altered his course slightly to focus directly on his target. He then altered the engine's speed.
The calm weather and clear night worked to his advantage. At midnight, the SS Warrimoo rested on the Equator, exactly where it had crossed the International Date Line. The ramifications of this odd arrangement were numerous.
The ship's bow was in the Southern Hemisphere, in the middle of summer. The stern was in the Northern Hemisphere, in the midst of winter. The date on the aft portion of the ship was December 31, 1899. The date on the forward half of the ship was January 1, 1900. The ship experienced multiple days, months, years, seasons, and centuries simultaneously.
Just learned the French had their own Calendar after the French Revolution. I NEED people to start telling people that's their sign. "What's your sign?" "Watering can." "A... What?" "Did I stutter?"