who will tell them
you poor sweet summer child
Lemme tell you the story of this gun my wife showed me.
At first, I immediatly assumed it belonged to her grandfather who was a lieutenant in the french military. Not a fan of guns and didn't think much of it.
" No it belonged to my great-grandmother!"
She then told me the entire story of badass great grandmother Jeanne, that I need to share here.
Its important to note the time period it takes place in: Right smack in the middle of WWII.
Jeanne was of Jewish heritage but she immediatly realized things were starting to get ugly concerning Jews and took the decision to baptize herself and her children at the last minute so she had paperworks to show Nazi officials to lie about her jewish upbringing. This move saved her life and that of her children.
Some times later, another nazi official was investigating the weird deaths of his collegues in the area, and was suspecting resistance hideouts down the river because thats where they found the bodies So he knocked door to door, and asked if anyone noticed anything, under threats obviously.
Jeanne opened the door and told the Nazi official she didn't notice anything, playing the role of the frightened by everything going on, harmless young lady, living alone after her husband died. The guy immediatly dropped his guard , and Jeanne invited him inside for tea since it was already late and cold out.
The -moment- he stepped inside and his back was to her as he removed his coat. She took out this exact gun out of her dress and shot him point blank in the head.
-She- was the resistance member killing Nazis knocking on her door, dumping their body in the river, so the bodies would travel south to a region well know for resistance soldiers, and making the nazis think it was them killing officials patrolling the area. They -never- suspected her. Being a woman, living alone and "with a fragile constitution".
Absolute badass great grandmother Jeanne was shooting nazis daring to knock on her door with this very gun, avenging a large portion of her family, who didn't make the decision she did and were lost to the war.
Huge respect, Great Grandmother in Law. Huge respect.
I keep watching all of these things that are supposed to turn me gay and so far the only tingle was when Captain America bicep-curled a helicopter.
I'll keep trying I guess.
Always nice when math helps make it all the more clear how ridiculously reasonable the worker demands are.
This is what the studios have brought everything to a grinding halt for.

Source: The New York Tattler, July 8, 1909.

me in 1909 showing up to see the bone
A silent Spider-Man is a terrifying Spider-Man - if he’s not cracking jokes, then it means he’s 100% focused on taking you down. You, a run-of-the-mill two-bit hoodlum, are running for your life from a Spider-Man who has not uttered a single word.
You stole his switch, not knowing that he had just beaten Challenge 70 of Rain World.
“but shrouded black figures are scary!” not when ur muslim. its the funniest fucking thing. this is labeled on pinterest under shit like “classic horror” “scary phone wallpaper”

but that LITERALLY just looks like a niqabi or someone in a jilbab. Like Look at this pic of me (from a self photoshoot, now w/o the dramatic lighting and dark background)

or this pic of me

or this pic of me

like its so funny i can’t be scared of shrouded figures it just looks like me.
if i saw this i would just be like “Assalam alaikum sister, dope sword you got there”

I mean I think a part of the ‘scary background’ bit is the thing where the individual in question is staring directly at the viewer from a foggy pond in a dense forest. And also the literal burning halo
sounds like a normal Friday night. if a sister wants to go on a walk in the evening who am i to stop her. if she has a burning halo that’s the will of god.
I was thinking about this just yesterday. If a sister has a burning halo that’s the will of god.
