“Clean up your shit” (?) hahaha Drew this for my friend Lilith, her OTP PruInd
“What will you do when all of this is over?”
At the sound of his father’s voice, Alfred finds himself automatically straightening up, all the while hating himself for that reflex. Old habits died hard.
All of this. The gigantic map of Normandy, annotated and colour-coded is spread across the table under his palms, the French coastline cleaved into neat sectors. Utah. Omaha. Gold. Sword. Juno. Instinctively, however, he knows Arthur’s gaze is set far beyond Operation Overlord.
His father’s sharp green eyes are fixed on him, a scotch-filled glass clutched in his uninjured hand, wreathed by the smoke from his cigar. Interrogatory. Almost—accusatory? Or seeking reassurance? Alfred isn’t sure. Go back to your warm, snug isolationism?
“Getting ahead of ourselves, don’t you think, you old fart? The war isn’t won.” Casual mockery had become his armour against the way Father could so relentlessly prod and poke and never take no for an answer. The numbers swarm his mind. The distance between Normandy and Portsmouth, between Paris and Berlin, Guam and Tokyo. Planes, tanks, guns, ships, carriers, body bags—
“It’s good as won. So tell me, what will you do after that?” The clipped firmness in his father’s voice surprises him. As does the unspoken implication of faith. It’s good as won with you on our side. He finds his eyes drawn to the tired lines of Arthur’s shoulders, shorn of the arrogant vitality he had remembered staring up to as a child, in that big, old house in Virginia so long ago—
—It’s a strange feeling. He’d been tall enough to look level at Father’s face ever since the Revolutionary War. And then down at the sharp-profile of the old man’s features soon enough. But never before has Arthur seemed so diminutive. Reduced. A wan, haggard shade of the empire on which the sun never set. Once upon a time, the man who he’d clung to and raged against as a child had radiated power effortlessly.
Against his better judgment, he’d come close to worrying about the old fart a number of times. I don’t fucking care, Matt, let him figure this shit out, he’d said, even as he dug through the fine print of the Neutrality Act and drove entire shiploads of materiel through the loophole of Lend Lease.
But now, staring at his father’s gaunt features, shadowed in the harsh light of the bunker, he doesn’t feel that traitorous tug of worry. Not at this moment.
He can see it. Almost. In the slight, almost imperceptible tremble where his father’s fingers close around the crystal glass. The possibility. The opportunity. A world where Father no longer casts his long shadow on it. It makes him feel hungry.
“Who knows?” Flashes a smile. “We’ll see, shall we?”
GerNed Brotp Week Day 3 - Cultural
They could go on, to be honest.
My goodness, you have no idea how obsessed the Dutch are with celebrating their birthdays. We have a literla birthday culture and I don’t think I’ve seen it this way anywhere else. Everyone feels the need to celebrate their birthday, no matter how old. Birthdays are so important in the Netherlands, i can’t ven tell you why. This was one of the culture shock things for me personally when I moved here. Because you don’t have that in Germany?? In Germany you usually celebrate your birthday until you’re in your 20s or something and then you don’t care that much anymore unless it’s a big number like turning 50.
So in The Netherlands you usually celebrate your birthday on a convienent day (doesn’t have to be your actual birthday). Friends and Family will come over during the afternoon, you’ll have cake and coffee and maybe other snacks. And when it’s time for dinner you sent everyone home unless you state there will be dinner. If someone can’t make it, the birthday-person can be legit upset about it and be like “They don’t care about me :C:”
Also: Dutchies, Drink, Coffee, In. The. Evening. (No, not decaf, full on coffee!!)
Meanwhile in Germany you have this thing of “celebrating into it.” Which means you start you party ont he evening before you actual birthday and you continue till after midnight, since then it’s officially your birthday. This is pretty popular amongst teenagers and people in their 20s.
But yeah, our birthday traditions are VERY different and gives these two idiots enough content to argue about.
Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind
-Erlkönig, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Drawn for a friend who wanted to see the ballad of the Erlkönig with Gilbert and Karl and I got right on it because that’s rad as shit. Gilbert taking Karl away to safety but death follows.
Couldn’t decide which version I liked more, difference is tiny but it mattered to me!!
this may be a hard pill to swallow for some people but like. 90% of the fires in australia wouldn’t be happening right now if people had just fucking listened to indigenous peoples
literally just. give us our FULL sovereignty back over these areas half of them aren’t even inhabited and almost none of them have ANY cultural significance to white australia (not that that should even matter cause it’s. aboriginal land and it always will be but whatever). give us control over them and shit like this won’t happen and our communities will heal.
Is OP implying the fires are the result of some kind of Aboriginal curse or something? Is the continent itself breaking out in fever in an attempt to cleanse itself of white people? Do the Aboriginals have some effective anti-wildfire strategy that the white people are too arrogant to listen to?
we had landcare practices to prevent shit like this. we’d burn the forest litter/hazardously flammable stuff in the cooler months to prevent massive forest fires happening. when our lands were invaded we could no longer implement these practices and now the leaf litter will build up and set on fire again and again and now the forest fires will be huge.
Its scientifically proven that Aboriginal people didn’t suffer from wild bushfires, pre invasion. And its also proven that back burning (burning parts of the land per season) actually encourages new life and promotes animal breeding. Aboriginal science outweighs white science.
Followers, ☝️ This 100%. Happy to send people the studies and papers and stuff (or just have the conversation with sources) but by looking at tree ring scars, we can see that some areas had fires once every 80 years - and now those same regions are burning every few years. It’s un-natural for Australia, this isnt a continent meant to be chaotically and uncontrollably burning forever.
The intensity of fire is increasing bc of biomass is changing, plant species are changing, rivers diverted and drying up. Soil salinity is spiking, soil erosion is getting worse - and a thousand other things that aboriginal activists and people have been warning about for centuries.
Areas under native title where mosaic burning happens HAS LESS/NO OUT OF CONTROL FIRES. The evidence is literally right there.
Part of the out of control fires are climate change, part is european settlements and farming practices causing absolute fucking chaos on local ecosystems. these fires are not sudden or out of the blue or anything - they’ve been a long time coming from systematic environmental neglect and intentional environmental fuckery. You reap what you sow.
“aboriginal curse” it’s the colonial curse of ignoring indigenous expertise
the colonial curse of ignoring indigenous expertise
Two Phantoms Masterpost
I hope you guys enjoyed this series as much as I did! I learned a lot about drawing chibis, which used to be one of my weaknesses. Thank you to all who participated, reblogged, and liked! Until next time, my dudes ;)
A warm chibird hug for you all! 💛 I’m exhausted but full of lots of love after AX. I’m so grateful for all the kind souls who visited me and told me about the impact my art and book have had on their lives. I really treasure those meetings, thank you all.
WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT
YOU COULD BE A FUCKING BADASS DRAGON THAT’S THE POINT
“I AM A CREATURE OF DARKNESS” “oh hey sabrina.”
I guess the point is that you could shapeshift into the body you always thought you’d grow into when you were a kid
taller, shorter, slimmer, more muscular, purple hair, tattoos everywhere, tattoos nowhere,
every single shoe would fit you every single time you tried it on, every single article of clothing would fit your perfectly, all you have to do is transform slightly, you’d never run out of ‘your size’ again
and you wouldn’t have to work for it at all, and you’d never be limitted by your bone structure or something. You could just transform at will.
I don’t see how this is much of a downside
When you turn into a sixty story tentacle demon and terrorize a city you want to get the credit you deserve
Oh man that would be so sweet. I could be an annoying fuck as an insect or something but you couldn’t kill me because everyone would know
That’s great but have you considered
~stretching to reach stuff and shrinking to fit through spaces
imagine being at work minding your business and then suddenly you look out the window and see like a 50ft tall flamingo and then someone just says “oh, yeah, that’s just pete, he does this sometimes, don’t worry”
“BRB, gonna be a cat-sized dragon for a few hours. Might come home a foot taller with mood tattoos.”
“Don’t antagonize the fae.”
“I AM the fae, Susan.”
Also, consider— people will know it’s you, but it doesn’t say they’ll know what you are.
“So is Pete a 50 foot flamingo who changes into a man, or the other way around?”
“We.. we don’t know. Barbara asked him once, but he just grinned. She said they weren’t the teeth of a human OR flamingo and she didn’t want to talk about it.”
Yeah not much of a down side. I wouldn’t do it to hide my identity. I’d do it to be a fucking dragon.
Plus, it doesn’t mention that people will know what you’ve done if they don’t see you do it, or that people who don’t know you will know who you are suddenly, so you could still become a bird and shit on your boss’ windscreen or smth so long as you don’t get caught.
NICE. I’ll take it, let’s go boys. It’s dragon time.
BUT HAVE YOU CONSIDERED: TRANSGENDER PEOPLE
Okay bave you considered:
Trans people becoming birds to shit on their transphobic bosses’ windscreens
Have you also considered:
Someone’s hogging the bathroom and you Gotta Go so you just turn into a dog and use the yard