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Automaton of a Ship dated 1585 from the Holy Roman Empire on display at the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna

Made by Hans Schlottheim in Augsburg from partially painted silver, copper alloy and iron.

Centrepieces in the shape of a ship have a long tradition. Here the decorative figures and coats of arms glorify the ruler and his empire. A complex mechanism propels the ship across the table while the crew movers to the music from inside the ship. As a highlight the cannons fire a salvo.


Adlergarnitur of Ferdinand II, Archduke of Austria from the 16th Century on display at the Neue Burg Museum in Vienna

Made in 1547 by Jorg Seusenhofer it can be adapted into different tournament armours as well as field armours for warfare. Adlergarnitur is a style that makes heavy use of the Austrian Eagle as a motif on armour. The eagle can be seen on the helmet and the thigh plates.

Ferdinand managed to incur a high level of dept due to his love of ornate armour and Counter-reformation artwork which is now in display in museums in Vienna.

19 June 1867: The Emperor, along with two loyal generals, are executed by firing squad in Querétaro. His last words were:

“I forgive everyone, and I ask everyone to forgive me. May my blood which is about to be shed, be for the good of the country. ¡Viva México, viva la independencia!” 

The two generals - Miguel Miramón and Tomás Mejía - died shouting “¡Viva el emperador!

The Emperor’s execution caused much dismay to the many supporters of liberalism at the time. Victor Hugo and Giuseppe Garibaldi, well-known supporters of liberalism sent communications to Benito Juárez in order to plead for the Emperor’s life. Sadly, Juárez ignored these on the grounds that Mexicans perished during the civil war between the Imperial supporters and the Republicans.

1871 Albert Pattern Helmet of the 1st King’s Dragoon Guards of the British Army on display at the Heeresgeschichtliches Museum in Vienna

In March 1896, Emperor Franz Joseph was appointed Colonel-in-Chief of the 1st King’s Dragoon Guards and the double headed Austrian Eagle became the cap-badge of the regiment. The regimental song is still the Radetzky March composed by Johann Strauss I. When the First World War broke out he was removed of this title and Austrian Eagle badge was no longer used by the regiment.

Photograph taken by myself

saralxnces  asked:

That post is all kinds of wonderful so have a Captain Canary prompt from it: Everyone thinks they’re dating and then they start wondering if they’re dating

(This is so embarassingly old and I’m so sorry that it took so long. But now that I’m on summer break, its time to try and crank out the last two fics of Tales and start on the one shots.This one, I’m gonna set probably it post S2 with a returned Snart because I’m still salty nearly a year later.)

“Aw, you guys are cute.”

Sara and Leonard both swiveled towards Nate, who was leaning against the entry of Rip’s study. Neither of them realized how close they were to each other as they studied one of the old maps Rip had in his office of the Hapsburg Empire. Now that Nate had opened his mouth, Sara now noticed there was a lack of distance or personal space between them. Even more so, she didn’t mind it and Leonard didn’t seem affected either.

“Excuse me?” Leonard said, straightening up alongside Sara. 

“It’s cute how close you two are,” Nate continued, gesturing at them. “All tight and planning out the mission. I never would have thought this, but you guys actually make a good couple.”

The crook and the assassin exchanged a look of puzzlement before Sara looked back towards Nate. “We’re not a couple.”

“You’re not?” Jax called from out on the bridge. 

“No,” Leonard drawled. 

Mick, who was sitting on one of the chairs, snorted. “They still need to get their heads out of their asses.”

“I’d have thought they were by now too,” Amaya agreed, turning towards Mick. “But you’re definitely right about them.”

Leonard closed his eyes and sighed.

“We need to focus on the mission right now,” Sara interrupted. “Forget whether or not we are dating. What we need to work on is how we’re going to get into the palace.”

“Do you think they’re right?” Sara asked Leonard after they had saved history yet again and were back in the time stream. They were in his room, and Sara had stripped out of the dress she’d had to wear, although her undergarments still covered plenty. Leonard had just pulled out a deck of cards.

“That the ambassador was going to nick the jewels?” Leonard held up an ornate brooch. “I got there first.”

“Of course you did,” Sara smirked. “Not what I meant though.”

“Ah,” Leonard nodded in understanding. “What Raymond 2.0 said about us being a cute couple earlier.”

“Think there’s any truth there?” she scrunched up her nose in thought. “Are we dating?”

“Depends on how you define dating,” Leonard shrugged, dealing out the cards.

“Well, since we got you back, we’ve spent a lot more time together,” Sara said, picking up her cards. “And I’ve been sleeping here a lot, or you’re sleeping in my room. Maybe they’re not far off. Although we haven’t gone on an actual date.”

“Why not?”

Sara raised her eyebrows. “What?”

“How about a date?” Leonard proposed. “Make things official. No time travel shenanigans. No pressing need to save the world. Just you and me.”

A smile crept across her face. “I think I like the sound of that. And it might be nice to see how normal people have a relationship.”

“Compared to some of the people we’ve met, we are normal,” Leonard smirked.

“We’re heroes, Len,” Sara replied. “Normal is the last thing we are.”


anonymous asked:

Codywan college au with them trying (and failing) to keep their relationship secret from their friends and family, which works until they show up to class one day wearing the others clothes on accident after forgetting to put on alarms.

It’s not like Obi-Wan to be late to class, and that, in all fairness, is all that’s keeping Anakin awake as he struggles to follow the professor through the first few minutes of lecture on the political collapse of the Hapsburg Empire. Given that he’s a freshman and subsists on a diet of Red Bull, ramen, and three hours of sleep a night, he kind of deserves a medal for even getting that far.

Swotty seniors who have finally figured out how to grow something resembling a beard and are supposedly going to graduate with honors from three different departments, on the other hand, are probably on the hook for a more conscientious style of learning - which is why it’s so gratifying to see the absolute shame and self-disgust with which Obi-Wan eventually creeps in, sidling as quietly as he can into the seat next to Anakin which has always been his and looking uncharacteristically harried as he fishes his things out of his bag.

Anakin rolls his head onto his shoulder and grins. “Hey, slacker.”

“Oh, do shut up,” comes the nettled whisper back. “I shall sing odes of pots and kettles.”

Anakin takes that with equanimity, because he really can’t not, and sits up a little straighter so he can peer at Obi-Wan’s clothes, which also look a little out of tune. He’s wearing a sweatshirt for the first time in ages that Anakin can remember, for a start, and - 

Anakin blinks. “Since when do you belong to the CCPD?”

Obi-Wan turns to stare, momentarily distracted from the pacing professor. “What?”

“You’re wearing a cop’s sweater,” Anakin says, plucking briefly at the sleeve of it, which doesn’t even smell like Obi-Wan (which is a strange thought to have, but hey, after living with the man for eight months Anakin has a pretty good sense of just what his roommate is made of, literally). 

And then a thought occurs to him, and it is delicious.

“Oh,” he says slowly. Obi-Wan is turning a most interesting shade of magenta. “I didn’t know that was your type.”

“Please be quiet,” Obi-Wan says faintly.

“You have five seconds before I text Padme,” Anakin says wickedly, fishing his phone out of his pocket to show he’s serious. “One - ”

“His name is Cody, he’s a trainee at the Academy, no you can’t meet him, yes we’re - fuck it,” Obi-Wan whispers hurriedly, and grabs the phone out of Anakin’s hand, now blushing to the roots of his hair. “Anakin. Please.”

“Alright,” Anakin says, more smug than he has been in a very long while. “But I warn you - this was only the first round.”

“Oh, gods,” Obi-Wan moans; and for the very first time in his university career, to Anakin’s unseemly delight, he manages to go an entire lecture without taking a single line of notes.

My favourite story about Joseph II was when he was visiting Transylvania and he had to be the guest of some noble. He was taking a walk and by mistake he entered the kitchen. As he wasn’t wearing his coat (which had his orders on it), the cook didn’t recognised him and hurried him to help. And the suite found the co-regent of the Hapsburg Empire helping with the cooking.

Mantle and Sword of the Austrian Emperor on display in the Kaiserliche Schatzkammer in Vienna

The mantle was designed by Philipp von Stubenrauch and embroidered by Johann Fritz in 1830 in Vienna. It is made with velvet, guimped embroidery in gold paillettes, gold braid, ermine and silk.

The sword to be worn with the robes was made in the early 17th century in Southern Germany. It is made from steel, gold, enamel, rubies and pearls.