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Commissions 2022
In case anyone was interested, I have a commission form open at the moment!
Here's the basic infos and prices, you can find more info in the link below.
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they're hiring me at the extra virgin olive oil factory as the oathsworn knight who protects the chastity of the olives
many dishonourable knaves in the notes of this post
I found this website where you can make medieval-style memes.
I have never slammed the reblog button faster.
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
Someone was asking in a thread what kind of people could work for ICE right now.
I think it's a good time to remember that the image above are the people who put children into gas chambers.
When I was little, I asked what kind of person could work at a concentration camp.
The answer to both questions I think is "normal people who have accepted the dehumanization of another group of people."
The photo in this post was taken at the Auschwitz concentration camp in German-occupied Poland, some time between 1940-1944 . The full photo shows an accordion player:
There are approximately thirteen people in this photo. Three officers from the Wehrmacht, the German military of Nazi Germany. Ten women in uniform. Skirts to their knees, with matching blazers, stockings, and practical black shoes. Their hair is done in styles that were fashionable in the 1940s.
Do you know how they did those hairstyles? They were actually fairly difficult. Most women got their hair done at a salon or by a woman in the neighborhood, or a sister, a friend. You had to set it to get that volume, to get those curls to stay in place while still staying smooth and neat.
These women set their hair the night before this picture was taken. Maybe they went to a salon. Maybe they ran a little one out of their housing in Auschwitz. They took this picture, laughing. Please again notice there is a German soldier on the right, holding an accordion. Do you think he was any good? Remember, this was a time where you needed a record player [expensive] or a radio/wireless to hear recorded music. People liked having a musician play, even if they weren't great. It was fun.
They're not monsters. There is nothing about any of these people that make them fundamentally different from you or me.
The fate of child and youth prisoners was no different in principle from that of adults (with the exception of the children in the family camps). Just like adults, they suffered from hunger and cold, were used as laborers, and were punished, put to death, and used as subjects in criminal experiments by SS doctors.
At the end of 1943, separate barracks were set up for children above the age of 2. These did not differ in any way from the barracks assigned to adults. The camp authorities did not even distribute milk or appropriate food rations for infants, thus sentencing them to starve to death. Only the children in the camp hospital were a little better off—the prisoner nursing and medical staffs tried to provide them with additional blankets, food, clothing, and medicine.
The hardest thing was trying to help the Jewish children who were at risk of selection for the gas chambers.
The extermination of children in Auschwitz and their transfer to other camps, especially in the final stages, ensured that few of them survived until liberation.
What I want people to realize is that the smiling women in this photo had their hair done that week. The laughing soldier holding the accordion probably played for them on the day this was taken. The women probably danced with one another, took turns with the available men. They probably sang while he tried to play a popular song.
And while they were doing this, there were infants in the buildings, being held by their siblings, or strangers, children under the age of ten, all of them, starving to death, after the smiling people in this photo herded their mothers and grandmothers into gas chambers, after which their fathers and uncles and cousins had to pull the bodies out and remove the gold fillings from the mouths of the corpses.
And at the end of 1944, when it was becoming a reality that the Allies were probably going to take back Poland, that Auschwitz would be found, the ten women in this photo were probably still working there. And they were making sure that the children who had somehow, against all odds, survived up to that point, were transferred to other camps to be murdered. Transfers, big or small, require paperwork. That these women typed up on typewriters.
This is a picture of a female ICE agent, from their website. I think those are French tips she has, to go with that blow-out. Pandora bracelet? I can't tell.
There is nothing in our biology that separates me from her. Or you. She is very much a person. You probably have things in common with her. So do I. So do the people she's arresting and shoving into a van to be detained, or worse.
"What kind of people could work for ICE right now?"
Just like in every other genocide, chances are, it's one of your neighbors. Someone you grew up with. Someone you had a class with. Someone who knows you. There's no monsters. It's just us. It has always just been us, the whole time. Don't ever forget it. Don't look at ICE agents as a monolith. Don't look at politicians as a monolith. They are a person. They are a person actively making a choice. They are choosing to get their nails done, before they go to work, and fill out the paperwork to transfer people to places they might not ever come back from.
Ozai is so pathetic, like that “take his bending away haha he’s harmless now” trick would never have worked on Zuko, if you took his bending away he’d just grab his swords and come at you twice as hard, Azula doesn’t have swords or anything but she’s pretty good at hand to hand and amazing at talking her way out of problems, Iroh bust himself out of prison with no bending at all, meanwhile Ozai? Gets his bending taken away and then just collapses, doesn’t even try anymore, then just sits in prison and tries to get into Zuko’s head some more, he could have trained up and tried to break out too! But no! Bet he can’t break steel bars with his bare hands. Bet he can’t kick a steel lever in two. Bet he can’t even do a flip.
Also we never really see him do any really impressive firebending apart from when he has magic comet power, I guesss he shoots some lightning at Zuko, but that’s it and Azula is still better at the lightning thing. Azula has blue flames. Zuko can do firebreakdancing and bend with his swords. Does Ozai, who is not 14 years old, have blue flames? No he doesn’t.
He didn’t even do his coup himself, Ursa had to kill Azulon for him! Could have just challenged Iroh to an Agni Kai for the throne but he didn’t bc he knew he’d lose.
And then he only ruled for like 6 years! He lost a war that had been going on for 100 years bc of a bunch of kids.
Loserlord indeed
Florence Pugh in Lady Macbeth (2016)
something so poetic about maysilee saying if she escapes the Capitol she’ll give her mockingjay pin another chance. Little did she know, Capitol and Snow would get what they deserved and she and her pin would be part of it all. Goodbye, Maysilee Donner. You were part of the fire that melted the snow.
"You were part of the fire that melted the snow."
ABSOLUTE PERFECTION- i have js discovered a profound new love this phrase, ty.
THE BORGIAS ⤿ 3.07 | lucrezia's gambit
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) + Joe Wright’s DVD Commentary
i love this photo because at first you think that she was going to get married but instead her husband to be left her, or something like that. but actually its quite the opposite. i clicked on the source and it brought me to an article explaining the story behind this photo, and shes not crying, shes hungover. her and her husband went to a football game on their wedding day, and got extremely drunk and partied all night. they took the subway home because they couldn’t drive. so no, its not a sad heartbreaking story, its a crazy joyful one. which in my opinion makes the picture even more amazing.
CAN PEOPLE PLEASE REBLOG THE PIC WITH THIS CAPTION^ AND NOT THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE IS SAD AND ARE LIKE “POOR GIRL GOD BLESS”
poor girls hungover, god bless
I made sticker sheets for base camp and the windward plains featuring my favorite big and little guys.
we got scarlet forest now too.
thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
