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Dumb preview for my dumb fic
Mike's brain does a hard reset. Or it tries to, but keeps getting stuck.
"Go to work," Harvey waves him off and sits back at the desk.
"Mmm," Mike manages.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you."
"Of course I'm fucking thinking about it. How am I supposed to think about anything else?"
Harvey sighs. "I don't pay you to stand there thinking about me getting pegged."
"You could, though." Mikes wipes his palms on his trousers. "I'm really good at it, turns out. I could go pro."
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Deleted scenes from the fanfic im writing
assorted unrelated Sunset Shimmer misadventures lmao. i'll put the context on the ending author's note part of the fic -v-
#sketches#writing stuff#i had so much fun writing this dumbass fic#i will not fully draw these but i like em#also i gotta redesign starlights hair#Sunset shimmer#twilight sparkle#rarity#rarijack#applebloom#pinkie pie#trixie lulamoon#starlight glimmer#startrix#random assorted doodles are fun to do#meme#babs seed
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jin ling, having done some stupid shit: my uncle's gonna kill me!
lan sizhui, serenely: it's ok, your other uncle's a necromancer
#hey bitches i'm back and tentatively looking to enter a new fandom space#first post into the mxtx assorted fandom i can't believe it's something this stupid /lh#fun fact this is the first fandom i've entered that i am actually intimidated by#like idk why maybe bc it's a larger fandom or one more established? like what are the rules here /silly#anyway i might end up writing something for this. i'm also back from having disappeared idk if i'll be here consistently but we'll see#mxtx#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#jin ling#lan sizhui#has this been done? if not i'm disappointed in this fandom#i say as if i have any experience with said fandom#look man this is stupid as shit but it wouldn't leave my head#grandmaster of demonic cultivation
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There is something incredibly Jewish about the symbolism of Bucky's submersion into the Potomac in Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and then later the water below the helipad in Captain America: Civil War. In both cases, the water acts as a Mikvah of sorts, from which he enters as the Winter Soldier and emerges from, purified, as Bucky Barnes.
#marvel#mcu#Jewish Bucky Barnes#jewish bucky#jewish!bucky#jewish!bucky barnes#Assorted Jewish Writings - Reconnecting#bucky#bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#ca:cw#cacw#captain america: civil war#ca:tws#catws#captain america: the winter soldier
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Random Dialogue Prompts
"Let's make that Plan B."
"(Congrats.) You're one of us now."
"You're cute, but you don't need to worry about me."
"Who still uses a fax?"
"I shouldn't be allowed anywhere near you."
"Reverting back to that, I see. Very mature/original."
"Shh. Don't let them hear you."
"Is that an attempt at humor? (I didn't know you had in in you.)"
"And then you'll pretend - again - that you don't need anyone's help."
"Well, well. Isn't that interesting."
"What did you expect? That I would just fall into your arms?"
"Do we have to get up?"
"We'll just have to outsmart them."
"No. We were done the moment you believed them over me."
"You look like a giant."
"I want everyone to know just how much I love you."
"Shit. My boss is here."
"What are you hinting at?"
"I don't want to be a burden to you."
"Wait. You're afraid of me? You? Afraid of me?"
"Please don't make me like you. (I'm perfectly contend with how things are.)"
"I'll teach you. ...If you want."
"Well, would you look at that? You're not entirely stupid after all."
"Not the right moment, [name]."
"It's late. I should go."
"Please, look at me. Please."
"That's my last offer. Take it or leave it."
"So I should just... give up? (Is that what you expect me to do?)"
"You've been spending a lot of time here recently."
"What do you want to eat for dinner tonight?"
"We've done this countless times before. Why should it be different now that...?"
"I wouldn't exactly call it kidnapping."
"Wait. That's the burning question you had?"
#writing prompts#writing inspiration#random dialogue#dialogue prompts#assorted prompts#sentence starter prompts#writing ideas#prompt list
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Big Prompt List
Instead of randomly putting out a few little lists here and there, I'll try to do a big one every 6 months or so. Yes, I did reuse a lot of my older prompts on this one, but the next one will be newer ones.
"It's always nights like this that I feel the loneliest."
"I can't be 'just friends' anymore!"
"This sort of thing was never meant to happen."
"Why don't you love me?"
"I have tried so hard for so long, and I'm just exhausted."
"There has got to be more to marriage than what we have."
"Please, just come back to me. I miss you."
"Don't cry, I hate it when you cry."
"I can't believe you'd do this to me."
"You were supposed to love and cherish me."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Just come back, we can fix this."
"I feel lost without you."
"This isn't about you anymore. It's my turn."
"What do you want from me?"
"There it is. There's that smile I love so much."
"I've never been happier with anybody else."
"You've shown me what it's like to be loved."
"Let's go do something, just the two of us."
"It's hard not to love you, I know that now."
"Love me or leave me here."
"If you call me baby, I'll always be yours."
"I want to taste her lips cause they taste like you."
"You looked at me like I was someone else."
"You're drunk, go home."
"I never thought I'd fall for you as hard as I did."
"I'll be anything you want. You love me more than you love yourself."
"Relax, there's no reason for you to be so wound up."
"I'd be willing to lose everything to make them happy."
"You're like an angel, my angel."
"We're in love, and I am actually happy for once."
"Please don't ruin this for us."
"We aren't together anymore, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving you."
"Why is it so hard for you to accept that you're loveable?"
"I like the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, it's cute."
"Everything always works out in the end because it's you."
"Wow, you look absolutely breathtaking."
"I don't have to keep changing because they love me for me."
"Come on now, let's have some fun."
"You're going to be the death of me."
"Talk dirty to me."
"You're ridiculous."
"Charming, you know just how to make a girl blush."
"What kind of trouble are you going to get me into?"
"If you're gonna cuff me, you might as well throw the gag in too."
"Oh my god, what is wrong with you?"
"A little flirting never hurt anybody."
"Just get over here and kiss me."
"God, you are so fucking hot sometimes."
"Do you believe in love?"
"I'm going to fight for what I want to be."
"Do you really love me underneath it all?"
"There's not much left of me."
"I want to drag you down with me."
"I love myself, I want you to love me."
"Do you think of me when you're with her?"
"You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down."
"Don't you remember how you told me you loved me baby?"
"I was supposed to be a doctor before all this started."
"Death wasn't supposed to feel like a mercy."
"The stars look different down here."
"Believe me, I didn't want it to come to this."
"Don't go, it's not safe out there for you."
"Your job isn't to make sure I make it out alive, not anymore."
"I don't want to live forever."
"Where do you go when you feel like there's nowhere to run?"
"And everything you ever said now tears me all apart."
"I've seen the things you put me through and I wish I could die."
"I love it so much it just turns to hate."
"When they get what they want, they never want it again."
"You want it all, but you can't have it."
"After all the lies you told, who will save your soul?"
"Life is perfect, never better."
"Fuck you."
"Isn't it much more fun fucking than fighting?"
I know I said to get laid, but I didn't mean them."
"I hope this lasts forever."
"Don't go, I need you."
"It's ben a long time."
"Sit and drink with me."
"The pain always subsides eventually."
"I got used to this."
"Tell me it'll be okay."
"I can't say sorry anymore."
"Please come back to bed."
"It wasn't worth losing you."
"There's too much at stake for me to let you be so selfish."
"Sometimes I wish that I never met you."
"You're insufferable, but I love you."
"It's a nasty business, that's what they don't tell you about loving someone."
"I have lost everything, but I keep going because I have to."
"There's a whole world of poeple out there who will love you."
"I know I'm now who you wanted to spend the night with, but I am here."
"I give up, being loved isn't worth all this humiliation."
"If you look away from me again, I swear I'll stop."
"You can have me any way you want, just ask nicely."
"You've taken good care of me, now let me take care of you."
"You have got to stop distracting me so much while I'm trying to work."
"Hey, all I'm looking for tonight is a good time."
"There's not a lot a good kiss can't solve."
#prompt list#random prompts#dialogue prompts#smut prompts#angst prompts#hurt comfort prompts#fluff prompts#mine#writing prompts#writing resources#reblog#please do use and reblog#ficblr#assorted prompts
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College is so unserious because what do you mean i’m writing about Castiel Supernatural, House MD, Data from Star Trek, BBC Sherlock, Todd from Bojack Horseman, and Jonathan Sims from TMA all in the same essay
#i wonder how hard it is to guess what i’m writing about from that assortment of characters#probably pretty easy lmao#supernatural#house md#star trek#bbc sherlock#bojack horseman#the magnus archives#castiel#data soong#todd chavez#jonathan sims#every two seconds i have to fight the urge to go on an unrelated tangent about the shows
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*crawls out of an air vent*
Hey. Hey stop screaming. What if the golden bough in Outis' canto is found connected to her and Penelope's olive tree bed. What then. waht tthene wil uoy do.
#outis#assorted outisms#limbus company#this is brought to you by me who got hit with this thought like a ten ton truck while writing#sat there spacing out then boom. golden boughs are intertwined with the sinners right. and with her whole theme of the odyssey that is#trying to go home to her family. in the odyssey penelope figures out odysseus is really him because of the olive tree bed thing.#something something.#if only i could finish my wips. maybe then i can bedazzle people with my thoughts that are coherent
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four walls playlist
#wow i feel weirdly self conscious about sharing this actually 😅#it's such a random assortment of songs lol#i would like to note that often the music i write to isn’t the same as the music i listen to for me#idk if any other writers here are the same about this??#but yeah the stuff on this playlist is really just whatever has helped me get into the right mood or headspace for the fic#for example#inhaler is on that list and i find them weirdly good to write to for this fic but also i literally never listen to them in my own time#same goes for coldplay#but then also there are obviously some artists i ADORE with all my heart on that list too (hello mansions and qotsa)#also maybe this is weird but i don't actually listen to a lot of miles/am stuff while i'm writing this fic#the stuff i do is all from just before/after the time period the fic is set#which i find SUPER helpful for getting into their headspaces#and i don't like to muddle it much with things they wrote later if that makes any sense??#anyway#i'll stop rambling about it now#hope anyone who checks it out enjoys!! 😘#ps#new chapter of four walls is coming very sooooooooooon!#milex#milex fic#four walls#lulu posts
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Prodigal Doll
Goose Boys Mafia AU
AO3 Link
Length: 753 words (short and not sweet)
Summary: Nobody ever expected Ken to join the family business, but when he's caught in the middle of a war he knows nothing about, the other boys have to pick up the pieces.
Content/Warning: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/barely comfort
Authors Note: I don't even remember how this started lol
I think I saw those Tag Heuer photoshoot pics that look like Ken but as Six?
Anyways I have a LOT of lore ideas and a whole arc for Ken in this, but god only knows if I can actually write it ugh
Also I'm not sorry lmao
“He’s… changed”
“ Don’t say that”
“Look at him!”
“Shut the fuck up, Richard”
Gathered, the men stare at Ken.
Whenever he used to be scared, he was loud (it was a liability sometimes, all the shrieking and sobbing). But now, he’s silent. Tear stains cut clean lines through the filth and gore on his cheeks, but none fall from his eyes. Not anymore.
He’s… vacant. Not like Driver, his stare always intense, or like Julian, always lost in thought. No. He’s just. Empty.
Six and Lars are sanitizing and bandaging his wounds. Slashes on his chest, burns on his limbs, bruises scattered on every inch of available skin like a fucking Jackson Pollock, and blood from god knows who and god knows where drenching his scarily pale skin and platinum blonde hair. He doesn’t flinch, doesn't move at all, even when Six gently murmurs that he needs to reset his shoulder. The bone grinding into place would have even the toughest of men gritting their teeth in pain, but Ken just sits there. Disconnected from the world. Lars is delicately cleaning the blood off of him, swallowing tears of his own while dabbing a warm cloth over his exposed skin.
Ken wears nothing but a ragged pair of boxers stained with fluids nobody wants to think too hard about (just like they found him). He hasn’t said a word since they found him, but Lars finally gets a reaction out of him. He’s shakingly whispering to Ken that they need to remove his old shorts to wash him off and get him into something clean, but when his hand goes towards the waistband an explosion of movement happens. Ken bolts away from the men, scrambling to the closest wall and pressing his back to it. His voice is raw and venomous as he roars at the surrounding men.
“Don’t fucking touch me!”
Everyone in the room freezes because Ken never curses. All eyes are on him, the torn and bloodied nails on his hands scratching at the brick wall, the bloody trail of footprints he makes, his heaving chest, and his frantic, darting, unseeing eyes. Blood drips down his inner thigh.
“I think I’m gonna be sick”
“He needs a professional, guys, we can only do so much”
“Oh yeah, get the cops involved that’s smart”
“I thought I told you to shut the fuck-”
“Everybody out.”
The room silences once again, save for some muffled sobs and Ken's rapid breath. All eyes now turn to the man who spoke, the man in charge . His white jacket is splattered with blood, and a fire rages behind his cold, blue gaze.
“... are you sure we should leave him like this?”
“Six stays, the rest of you leave. He’s in no state for visitors. Every man is allowed some dignity.”
The room empties without protest, save for Ken, Six, Driver, and Julian. Julian didn’t need to ask to stay (not that he would have). Wherever Driver goes, he goes.
“Why am I staying?”
“You have the most combat-medic training. And. You can… restrain him if you need to.”
The rage in Driver’s eyes slips, showing for a brief moment deep, soul-wrenching anguish before he clenches his gloved fists and returns to his default neutral, intense stare.
“I expect a complete injury report once he’s patched up. Ask Julian if you need any extra supplies. I have to go deal with the rest of this shit storm.”
He turns to leave, but pauses, glancing back over his shoulder.
“And Six?”
Six stands at attention, ready to receive orders.
“...be gentle.”
Six nods once in affirmation and Driver lets his head hang down, taking a deep breath before straightening his spine and closing the door quietly behind him. The room was now solely occupied by the three men left there.
Julian, standing and waiting by the door. Both ready to retrieve any necessary items and guarding against any poor fool that might try and interrupt them.
Six, shoulders sagged and ruffling through a medkit.
And Ken, who had slid to the floor, legs finally giving out, but the wild look in his eye still shining.
And it wasn’t until Six slowly approaches (the same way he did when he freed a wild deer from a beartrap as a kid), sinking to his knees, gently carding his hands through his blood-matted platinum hair and softly reassuring him that you’re safe now, you’re safe, we got you back that Ken starts trembling, a tear finally slipping from his eye.
#ryan gosling#fanfiction#fanfic#ken barbie#barbie#drive 2011#drive fanfiction#driver#sierra six#the gray man#barbie 2023#ken fanfiction#barbie movie#ken#lars lindstrom#lars and the real girl#assorted geese#angst#my writing#webbo0#webbo writes#ryan gosling ken
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we're hungover in the city of dust
#i know for a fact this is difficult to read so transcription in alt text assuming i figure out how exactly to write it out#{song is hungover in the city of dust by autoheart}#i dont even fucking know. anyway another unrelated song mixed in with the jash#aarons art tag#jash tag#chonny jash#assorted sketches#aaaaghh#thats all i have to say about this. aaaaaaaaghhhghhh
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It’s done! Carson/Lupe offseason. I got a weird idea and couldn’t rest til it was written.
Please enjoy almost 12k of mostly talking, and some fucking.
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“What the hell are you doing here?”
“What the hell are you doing here? Wearing pearls?” She feels a bit adrift now that Lupe is in front of her. Not quite home but not quite lost either.
Lupe wrinkles her nose and looks back up the road. “It’s required for all female staff. The dress too.”
“So you work here?”
“Yeah, since January. Pitching coach. Technically teaching, but only ‘cause it’s required. You hungry?”
“Holy shit. Yeah, I could eat.” Carson laughs, suddenly, feeling carbonated and sugary. “Holy shit, I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again.”
Lupe grins at her, finally, the one that starts on one side of her mouth and spreads reluctantly over. “Have a little faith, farm girl. What do you think of Italian beef?”
#a league of their own#lupe garcia#carson shaw#assorted writings#lupe x carson#ok now go write more of this ship pls#i don't have
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Inspired by @sister-calliope !
Forgive me, a collection of random thoughts where I’m rambling again on traitor!Valdor…
Can't even focus(oof), I must be getting old…
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Ramblings about Traitor!Valdor
The most loyal of his servants, turned to treachery.
As a final insult, he kept the Apollonian Spear.
So he could know forever what he could have had, what he could have dreamt, but never attaining it. Feeling human only when he kills, feeling joy siphoned from a dying Loyalist’s mind, feeling happiness only in the scant few seconds between one kill and the next.
Maybe he’ll fight against the Emperor. Maybe he’ll die just like how the Thunder Warrior Primarch died, marching to battle with a doomed coup, knowing they’re here to slay him, knowing he’s here to die.
Maybe he’ll flee into the Webway. Maybe he’ll become the dreaded King in Yellow, but instead of reining in his efforts, instead of obeying his master’s will, the former Custodian will become blasphemy incarnate, here to break His throne.
Or maybe Valdor will win the Blood Games, for one last time. He was His bodyguard for millenia, he knows when He’s vulnerable, he knows when He dies. The Emperor dies not with a scream or a warcry or a glorious, fateful death, but in silence, smothered by the hand of His formerly beloved servant turned assassin. The Shadowkeepers will tear him apart, of course, limb from limb and shred his auramite plate from plate, but He’ll be dead.
Or maybe, just maybe, Valdor would do nothing at all. He’ll simply leave, his duty complete, the Custodes forever wondering what became of him, what became of the greatest of the Ten Thousand? Maybe he won’t try to avenge the dead. They’re dead, after all, and his sins would never be expedited. What use is vengeance to a dead man? Valdor is merely a sentinel, charged with observing while others acted. He had watched while the Cataegis were born, while they died, while he betrayed them. To watch, to wait to act, but this act will never come, this lost servant will never come home. Maybe he’ll settle down, in a distant cold star, reminding him of what he lost to gain the powers he had. Was the bargain worth the price? Was it truly worth the price?
The First Custodian once lead the golden, he once served a god-king, before whom His words could fell an army. Now he walks alone, watching and waiting for a time that will never pass, clad not in armor but in furs and iron. The cycle ends where it began, beneath frost and winds so like Maulland Sen he could sometimes almost-dream of the thunder and the iron, that his perfect memory could fail him and he could almost remember what it felt like to dream, to be a young creature again, so full of ambition and possibility and words before the Emperor had laid down His claws.
And finally, maybe he just might come crawling home. The old dog, having his fill of adventure and obedience, the prodigal general limping home with his head bowed and neck bared. Because what else did Valdor know? In truth, he do not really know where else he could go. He wanted nothing, he lived for nothing, he desired nothing save that of his lord, and that too was gone, by his own betrayal.
He lived for the Emperor. He’ll die by Him too.
Staggering home, his armor charred and cracked and missing in pieces, the Apollonian Spear dragged behind him like the limp tail of a dog who no longer wished to fight. They’ll bind him in chains and drag him before his former master like the traitor he is, and Valdor, obedient once more, no longer resists. The Emperor drags him home, and Valdor, quietly, without protest, without even a trace of hatred one would have expected from a traitor, accepts his endless penitence with grace.
He will never be forgiven. Not when he had betrayed Him so thoroughly, not when his sin could only be expedited in blood. The Emperor no longer utters the name “Constantin Valdor” with such adoration, in fact, He no longer utters his name at all. For a hero to be born, they must be preserved, their stories written in blood for a lifetime. Yet, till eternity ends, not a single soul would hear the name “Valdor” within the Imperium, even though he had fought and bled so vehemently for the Imperium. He will cease to matter, when his very deeds fade from the Imperium’s memory. Because while his penitence will never end, and the formerly glorious Captain-General will never be forgiven.
Some say that, for the great sin of his treachery, the Emperor removed all traces of insubordination from His favored servant. Some say He removed even what remained of Valdor’s soul, to ensure he would never be free again. For all He had taken from him, he still had plenty to lose, plenty the Emperor could seize within His golden claws and rip away.
Some say the mute Captain-General no longer speaks, in fact, he no longer communicates for fear of whatever heretical taint had led him down such a cruel path. Not a single word save a nod or bow for his lord. Nothing left of the man once known as Constantin Valdor, nothing behind those dead eyes except for resignation, resigned in the same way a badly beaten dog shows its belly, nothing left except for obedience in a mind too broken to even hate. Nothing more than an automaton marching on an endless crusade. A crippled bird, that having tasted freedom, still chose the bars of its cage.
#Constantin valdor#what if#au#warhammer 40k#wh40k#warhammer#traitor!valdor#traitor au#adeptus custodes#just a bunch of assorted ramblings#sculptor of crimson#warhammer writing prompts#custodes
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if you do reblog this then lmk your fave chex mix flavor or something? idk this is a dumb poll about chips being posted at 2am
#whimsy whispers#I’m writing this as I eat not chex mix but gardettos#ya know I never like go out of my way to eat pretzels (unless they’re the spicy ones you make in the oven or like soft pretzels) but then I#have them because of an assortment or someoje offers me some and I’m like damn these slap why don’t I ever eat these?
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Debunking the Claim that Bucky Barnes' Dog Tags "Prove He Cannot Be Jewish"
In 2021 and 2022, when discussing the fact that MCU!Bucky (henceforth referred to simply as Bucky) is based off of Arnie Roth, a gay Jewish man and Steve's childhood best friend, I received pushback from fans telling me that Bucky can't possibly be Jewish due to his dog tags; citing a behind the scenes picture posted by Sebastian Stan to his instagram story.
Transcription of the dog tags:
James B. Barnes (Legal Name)
32557038 (Serial Number*) T41 42 (Tetanus Immunization) O (Blood Type)
R. Barnes (Next of Kin)
3092 Stockton RD (Address)
Shelbyville IN (Location) P (Religion Marker)
*A serial number starting with a 3 indicated that the servicemember was drafted into the Army, it's important that we do not forget that Bucky didn't chose to fight.
During World War II the dog tags of American service members would have had one of the following regulation religion markers:
P for Protestant (the marker we see on Bucky's dog tags)
C for Catholic
H for Hebrew, this being the marker for 'Jewish'
NO (or left blank) for No Religion
For Jewish servicemembers fighting in Europe, being discovered to be a Jew by your captors–especially if you were captured by the Nazis–carried considerable risk and could mean the difference between life or horrific torture, experimentation and possibly even death.
Some Jewish service members, justifiably incredibly fearful of what could happen if they were found out, would either omit a religion marker altogether or, after getting their tags, would attempt to obscure the 'H' marker in some way so it could not be read by their captors.
While this saved some lives, it was not a perfect and fool-proof system, and we have no way of knowing how many times it failed.
In 1943, the year Bucky was drafted, the Army introduced a more official (and more widely adoptable, and thus widely adopted) option to protect Jews in its ranks:
Through the European Theatre of Operations United States Army, Jewish servicemembers could elect to have the 'H' marker for Hebrew on their dog tags replaced with a 'P' for Protestant.
This would offer Jewish servicemembers a more convincing layer of protection if they were ever captured by the enemy, because, unlike an obscured religion marker (or that lack of one) which could itself draw suspicion, a set of dog tags printed with a 'P' would be entirely indistinguishable from the dog tags worn by a gentile and would be less likely to draw suspicion.
Due to this option being made available to Jewish people serving in the United States Armed Forces, the 'P' marker on Bucky's dog tags not only does not definitively prove that he's really a gentile, in actuality its presence provides even further historical support in favour of him being a Jewish man.
Sources and Additional Reading:
Jewish GIs and Their Dog-Tags by Rabbi Akiva Males - Hakirah
A Star of David for Pvt. Benjamin Garadetsky - Jewish Telegraphic Agency (jta.org)
U.S. Army WW2 Dog Tags | WW2 US Medical Research Centre (med-dept.com)
Do You Know the History of the "Dog Tag" (jcveteranscouncil)
Beyond The Battle: Religion and American Troops In World War II (uky.edu)
World War II and American Jewish Identity
European Theater of Operations, United States Army - Wikipedia
Pride Month 2022, 40 Years of Arnie Roth and Michael Bech - Marvel Comics: The Queer History Behind MCU Bucky’s Backstory
J.M. DeMatteis, the creator of Arnie, confirming the character's use for MCU!Bucky
Full screenshot of Sebastian Stan's post of the dog tag
How to Decode a WWII US Army Serial Number | Amy Johnson Crow
#bucky#bucky barnes#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#marvel#mcu#jewish!bucky#jewish!bucky barnes#jewish bucky#military history#marvel meta#arnie roth#Assorted Jewish Writings - Shoah#jewish bucky resources#jewish bucky barnes
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So before AI entries forced moderation to discontinue poetry challenges, Ovipets used to have the occasional poem challenge that would provide a prompt and we could write a poem to enter and win a little in-game prize. Here’s some screenshots of poems I submitted during that time:
This isn’t all of them, just all the ones I have screenshots of. Might dig out the others later and reblog with a continuation. I do miss the poem and short story challenges though, I hope one day they can come back but as part of their volunteers who help sort entries, I completely understand the decision to stop hosting them.
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