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what I really like about all these vintage couple’s portraits is that there is a very certain romatic decorum kept up – certain themes and poses – which, while of course being the mainstream preferred view of couples repeated throughout many studios, are just… so nice to look at. 

this staged affection, a mix of theatricality and intimacy, the couple holding still for a couple of moments and now immortalised in a very set sequence of embraces and kisses. there is a charm to it even when I can’t tell whether this was a genuine couple portait or just actors hired by the photographer.

the kiss on the bare shoulder (eyes perfectly averted), the cheek caress, the piano and the violin, the interrupted embrace, the woman tilted back as in a half-stopped dance…

I simply must torment you a bit with these, let us see some of my personal favourites! (part one due to the image limit)

let us start with the kiss on the cheek (eyes averted! oh the pose! these were taken between 1910-1940)

or the nearly opposite energy (how daring!) of the kiss or caress with direct eye contact (1910-1930)

and then the innocent – yet so flirty – classic of the park encounter! (1890-1920)

and then the famed kiss on the bare shoulder – what an idea, what a vibe, such intimacy! (1910-1930)

and oh, I am not done, look at this – the adoration of the woman! look at this expression, this pose, this decorum! (1910-1940)

and then some of my favourites from the more playful or direct category, enjoy (1910-1930):

and, at last (thank you for still being here and witnessing my recent fascination with vintage polish photography) my three absolute favourites outside of any particular categories (1910-1930)

just look at her. just look.

May: When Peter was a kid he once swore at me to try and get what he wanted
Tony: Oh god
May: I got right down to eye level and told him “we don’t use words like that in this house”
Tony: Good parenting
May: He looked me right in the eye and said “this is an apartment not a house”
Tony: Oh fuck
Peter: I was grounded for a month at four years old

The Spiderverse fandom is clearly some people’s first fandom.

“Why are you shipping Peter and Miguel? Peter’s married. That’s cheating.”

BITCH I KNOW YOURE NOT SERIOUS- THEY ARENT REAL. YOU WONT DIE IF YOU SEE FANART OF THEM KISSING. GROW TF UP

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NOIR HEAD CANONS PART 4!!1!1!!!1!1!1 BECAUSE THIS IS THE ONLY STUFF THATS POPULAR OF MINE-

I don’t know how many more of these I can make but RAWR

I need to do the others too lmao- although any art I actually put effort into prolly won’t be seen. Oh well. 🦅🦅 enjoy part 4. More may come 👁️

the thing that makes all the batsiblings dynamics hilarious is the fact that they all started out as only children and then had constant shifting roles. normally when your parents have other children you have the period of pregnancy and then a baby to adjust to but with them it was just sudden

Dick went from an only child for eighteen years to an older brother and then lost that brother and then gained a bunch more siblings.

Jason went from an only child, to the youngest of two, to the second oldest.

Cass went from an only child to a shifting family dynamic of being a middle child (i don’t know her age because of how it constantly changes but it’s somewhere between Tim and Jason).

Tim went from an only child, to the youngest of two - then the youngest of three - then a middle child.

Damian was an only child and then suddenly the youngest of six.

Duke was an only child and now he’s in a family where he’s the second youngest with four older siblings.

It’s such a funny dynamic to me

the real reason Jason was pissed about Tim was that he wasn’t the youngest anymore.

Somethings spider do is sleep upside down and hiss.

I’m now imagining the spider band in a cuddle pile/web under a ledge in hq. Hobie and Gwen hiss when someone disturbs them. Miles and Pav straight up web whoever bothers them. (The only exception is Mayday, she gets pulled into the pile.)

Miles sings while he swings through the sky. With all the everyday noise of Brooklyn he doesn’t think anyone can hear him. Or if they can then they aren’t paying attention to it. Little does he know that the few places he rests regularly have people who accidentally heard him one too many times and stand in their windows waiting for him to come again.

He nearly gets outed as Spider-Man when he’s singing as Miles and someone recognizes his voice.