If you could take Hitler out, would you do it? Sure. Yes. Easy. Most of use would. What about Oppenheimer? That’s when things get interesting. Could you follow orders to kill a man because the product of his genius would become a weapon of war? Could you pull that trigger? Yes, I can. I did… and that, as much as anything, is what makes me the Black Widow.
Read entirely, then outside the brackets, then inside.
On Aug. 28, 1862, Maj. Gen. Richard S. Ewell’s Confederate division was fighting desperately in the fields and pine thickets near Groveton, Va., during the Second Bull Run campaign. Heavy fire was coming from unidentified soldiers in a thicket 100 yards in front. To get a better look, Ewell knelt on his left knee to peer under the limbs. Suddenly a 500-grain (about 1.1 ounces) lead Minié ball skimmed the ground and struck him on the left kneecap. Some nearby Alabama soldiers lay down their muskets and hurried over to carry him from the field, but the fiery Ewell barked: “Put me down, and give them hell! I’m no better than any other wounded soldier, to stay on the field.”
The general lay on a pile of rocks while two badly wounded soldiers nearby cried out for help until stretcher bearers finally arrived on the scene. Despite their own painful wounds, the two men insisted Ewell be carried off first, but he instructed the litter bearers to take them away. Hours after being wounded, Ewell was finally placed on a stretcher and taken to the rear. Dr. Hunter McGuire, Gen. Thomas J. “Stonewall” Jackson’s medical director, amputated Ewell’s leg the next day.
These two panels scare the living daylight out of me. Not only is America - America Chavez herself is in tears over what Billy’s going to do, indicating it’s no walk in the park (minus the possessed parents) but she wishes they could stop lying to him. Lying about what? About his death not solving anything.
America is basically saying, in a way, that she wishes they could let him die than make him go through… whatever it is he’s going to go through.
And that terrifies me.
The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins
If you’re not emotionally compromised because of Tommy Shepherd you’re dead inside
no i’m not gonna lend you my pencil because if i lend you my pencil then you’ll want my calculator and then you’ll want austria and czechoslovakia and then you’ll end up invading poland and i will not have that shit
i’m so proud of you for still being here
i’m so glad you exist in this world
no more cis men playing trans women
no more equating trans women to men because they have the same genitals at birth
no more cis men getting awards for trans women roles while actual trans women are getting ignored
more trans women playing cis women. more trans women being treated like women instead of men in makeup. more trans women.
whenever i return home from a long trip my cat takes forever to warm back up to me but its only been two days and MY BABY LOVES ME AGAIN :’D
fem!Cecil and fem!Carlos make great lesbians.