I mean how you stop this is get Julia to write the next chapter, etc, so I have a slightly bigger variety of upsetting stuff to draw
… BUT SERIOUSLY, I have literally lain awake at night worrying because I don’t know the ultimate fates of anyone else in thes AU it it stresses me the fuck out please help
There’s actually nothing upsetting in the next chapter, okay, if there was, I… probably would have written it already (shut up)
Also GOOD, you can sit there and suffer
Johnnie Phelps, a woman sergeant in the army, thought, “There was a tolerance for lesbianism if they needed you. The battalion I was in was probably about ninety-seven percent lesbian.”
Sergeant Phelps worked for General Eisenhower. Four decades after Eisenhower had defeated the Axis powers, Phelps recalled an extraordinary event. One day, the general told her, “I’m giving you an order to ferret those lesbians out. We’re going to get rid of them.”
“I looked at him and then I looked at his secretary who was standing next to me, and I said, ‘Well, sir, if the general pleases, sir, I’ll be happy to do this investigation for you. But you have to know that the first name on the list will be mine.’ “
“And he was kind of taken aback a bit. And then this women standing next to me said, ‘Sir, if the General pleases, you must be aware that Sergeant Phelp’s name may be second, but mine will be first.”
“Then I looked at him, and said, ‘Sir, you’re right. They’re lesbians in the WAC battalion. And if the general is prepared to replace all the file clerks, all the section commanders, all the drivers-every woman in the WAC detachment-and there were about nine hundred and eighty something of us-then I’ll be happy to make that list. But I think the general should be aware that among those women are the most highly decorated women in the war. There have been no cases of illegal pregnancy. There have been no cases of AWOL. There have been no cases of misconduct. And as a matter of fact, every six months since we’ve been here, the general has awarded us a commendation for meritorious conduct.”
“And he said, ‘Forget the order.’”
The Gay Metropolis, page 47, Charles Kaiser (via bibliothekara)
warden: no one else could have been the hero of ferelden
hawke: no one else wanted to be the champion of kirkwall
inquisitior: you guys fucked up thedas and now my hand is all glowy what the fuck guys
"Muster the Rohirrim! Assemble the army at Dunharrow, as many men as can be found. You have two days. On the third, we ride for Gondor. And war.”
MOST HOMOEROTIC EPISODES OF STAR TREK
► TOS 2.05 • Amok Time
SPOCK: Captain, there is a thing that happens to Vulcans at this time, almost an insanity which you would no doubt find distateful.
KIRK: Will I? You’ve been most patient with my kinds of madness.
there are serously people in this day and age who do Not Tip, they say “oh i don’t tip” like it’s a charming character trait. don’t talk to these people. dont look at them. these people should be required to tell their waitresses that they don’t tip before service starts. let the chips fall where they may
i am literally incapable of giving any shits about fiction where all the characters are Bad People, look how Bad they are, this is Real. i cannot do it and being asked to makes me angry
ACTUALLY real and relatable: fiction where all the characters are weird nerds who are bad at things.
Lee raised a hand. “General Pickett, I want you to reform your Division in the rear of this hill.”
Pickett’s eyes lighted as if a sudden pain had shot through him. He started to cry. Lee said again with absolute calm, “General, you must look to your Division.”
Pickett said tearfully, voice of a bewildered angry boy, “General Lee, I have no Division.” He pointed back down the hill, jabbing at the blowing smoke, the valley of a wrecked men, turned and shuddered, waving then saying “Sir?What about my men?” as if even now there was still something Lee could do to fix it. “What about my men? Armistead is gone. Garnett is gone. Kemper is gone.All my colonels are gone. General, every one . Most of my men are gone. Good God, sir, what about my men?”
What about my men?
The Killer Angels, by Michael Shaara, pg. 354
WHO SAID THIS WAS OKAY
and remember kids its never too late to become a raging degenerate homosexual
Reenactors from World War One, the Napoleonic Wars, the post-Marian Roman period and the early Medieval era take to the London tube to promote English Heritage.
Next older person to complain about millennials has to pay off a random 20-something’s student loans