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retropopcult · 3 months
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A female station attendant pumping gas in the winter of 1942. Photographed in New York by Royden J. Dixon for the Office of War Information.
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anastasiamaru · 1 year
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A Pole, a Chechen and a Ukrainian fighting against the russian agression
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inkcat1987 · 3 months
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burningtheroots · 9 months
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Something that shows how cruel and heartless men can actually be is their treatment of women during and after war times, and society as a whole enables them.
Women and children are the primary targets in military conflicts — they‘re seen as property, and both the enemy countries AND the home counties of these women and children view them as livestock and objects they can claim & use however they please.
Whilst men fail to acknowledge that men cause wars and that rich men take advantage of poorer men during these times, they love to complain about how women are "privileged" during war. However, when we take a closer look, the whole picture changes: rape of the enemy‘s women is one of the most prevalent war crimes, and women make up the majority of death victims in post-war times (combat deaths only make up a small percentage of war deaths in total, most deaths are civilians).
Women are "claimed" and therefore abused by soldiers who see them as their enemy‘s property, and not only that — the men from these women‘s home countries commit rape as well, and force pregnancy & childbirth upon them to make up for the losses during military conflicts.
Women are also the ones who keep their home countries going, and have been the ones who re-built them in the past (see Germany after WW2). Just because men believe that women are "inferior" (hence banned them from combat, and the women in the military are often raped by their male peers!) and think that torturing them in their homes instead is a "privilege" doesn’t mean it‘s true.
And societies, whether during or post war, whether part of the conflict or not, usually uphold the belief that women‘s suffering is meaningless, collateral damage if anything, and even put blame on the women for being in the conditions men put them in.
With the Ukrainian/Russian war nowadays, we see once again how the women are victims of war crimes, yet get belittled and harassed for it. For example, you‘ll see how people shame these women for getting pregnant during such times whilst completely disregarding that they don’t have the options to prevent it in the majority of cases. I‘m not saying that every single pregnancy in these times stems from rape, but a massive number of them do. And even those who don’t still happen during a time where these women have no access to appropriate healthcare and protections.
In short …
Woman: *gets reduced to property and livestock, gets abused, raped, forced into pregnancy and childbirth, struggles for survival*
Society: How does she dare to be this irresponsible?!?!!!???? and Look at all those poor men instead, they‘d love to have these privileges!!!!!!!!
That‘s what it basically comes down to.
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lordbettany · 9 months
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Aneurin Barnard - War Time Moodboard
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tacktikool · 7 months
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Michiel really is perfection in a war time period drama. 💙
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scotianostra · 11 months
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On May 22nd 1915 was a very sad day for Scotland when 227 people were killed and 246 more injured in a rail crash at Quintinshill, near Gretna Green.
At 6.49 am that day a Liverpool-bound troop-train carrying half of the 7th (Leith) Battalion, The Royal Scots (The Royal Regiment) collided head on with a local passenger train, which had been ‘parked’, facing north, on the south-bound main line at Quintinshill, just North of Gretna, to allow a following express to overtake it.
Normally the local train would have been held in one of the loops at Quintinshill but both of these were already occupied by goods trains. The troop train overturned, mostly onto the neighbouring north-bound mainline track and, a minute later, the Glasgow-bound express ploughed into the wreckage causing it to burst into flame.
The ferocity of the fire, and consequent difficulty of rescuing those trapped in the overturned and mangled carriages, was compounded by the fact that most of the carriages were very old, made of wood and lit by gas contained in a tank beneath them. Between the crash and the fire a total of 216 all ranks and 12 others , mostly from the express but including the driver and fireman on the troop-train, died in, or as an immediate result of what was, and remains, Britain’s worst railway disaster.
Two days later thousands of soldiers and residents of Edinburgh and Leith lined the streets for the three-mile funeral procession for men of the 7th Royal Scots as they are being taken for burial with full military honours at the city's Rosebank Cemetery. The coffins were laid three deep.
The public were excluded from the cemetery, although 50 wounded servicemen who were convalescing at a nearby military hospital were allowed to attend. The ceremony lasted three hours, at the end of which a volley of three shots was fired and the Last Post was sounded.
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retropopcult · 5 months
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"Traffic jam on the road from the Bethlehem Fairfield shipyard to Baltimore as the second shift of workers leaves the plant." Photographed 1943 by Marjory Collins for the Office of War Information.
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anastasiamaru · 1 year
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War In Ukraine
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raitou-otcha · 2 months
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Never ever read the letters from Lady and Lord Pitchiner during the war, everyone thinks its always romantic but its the most ranchy horny shit you'll read
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jaskier-cult · 2 years
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war time prompt
Directly following their fight and split, Jaskier is enlisted to go off to war. As the son of a nobleman he can pull strings and get away with not going directly to the front lines. But despite his estrangement to his family, he owes it to his people in Lettenhove to serve his duty and protect his lands and people.
So, Jaskier does not shy away from going to the front lines. He becomes a leader and high ranking general, and insists on putting himself in the thick of things.
Jaskier becomes known as the Red Bard, a nickname turned moniker from his men who revere him for his skill bringing blood on the battle field and the gracefulness in which he executes it due to his previous career.
Cue Geralt's reaction.
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reality-detective · 1 year
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Canadian Texan Trainer taking off from Oregon National Guard base.
The ONLY President who Federalized the National Guard to Active-Duty 👉🏻 45.
👉🏻 Executive Order 13912 via 10 US Code 12406, active til 2024.
That’s a direct Military Order making 45 a Wartime President. 💯
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And if that doesn't convince you that things are happening behind the scenes.
Maybe this 👇 will help.
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This 👆 is happening like "CLOCKWORK" 🤔
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juusauce · 2 years
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The Day I Met You Ft. Oikawa Tooru Pt. 3
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Part 1 | Part 2
Oikawa Tooru Historical AU
Disclaimer:
This is a fictional story. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are all made up by the author and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The mentioned characters are not mine, credits to Furudate Haruichi.
His brow furrowed as he examined the watch necklace. It was already past 7 p.m., yet there was no sign of her. He decided to wait another 30 minutes. Perhaps she was too busy applying makeup. Oh, girls! And their obsession with dressing up. He couldn't comprehend women, why did they need to put on makeup and wear fancy dresses? Perhaps even without those, she would still be gorgeous.
He exhaled a deep breath. Thinking about her could start causing his heart to race erratically in seconds. Oh, god! I am completely smitten with her.
He's been waiting beneath the bridge for an hour now but there was still no sign of her. His thoughts were running wild. Perhaps she got into trouble on the way so he decided to search for her.
"Where are you going?" He stopped when he heard Atsumu's voice.
"I need to look for her---"
"We need to go back," he warned him yet Tooru was so stubborn. He already decided that he will search for her, no matter what will happen since he was so worried about her.
"Are you out of your mind?" frustration was in Atsumu's voice. "We need to go back!"
He wanted to defy, but then when they heard the alarm, they knew they had to return. If they are caught sneaking out of their camp, they will be punished severely.
They carefully hid as they were afraid of being punished. When they saw higher-ranking officers roving around each camp, their hearts raced. They were relieved when they arrived safely in their own room.
"Where are you from, young men?" Their eyes widened when they realized who was speaking behind them. They encountered the most intimidating man, Major General Oikawa, Tooru's uncle. He swallowed hard since he knew his uncle appeared calm but could make anyone's blood run cold.
Despite Atsumu's confusion, he paid attention to the higher-ranking officer by saluting at him. He lightly hit his friend while reminding him to salute the Major General, but Tooru remained frozen.
The Major General smiled at them, which relieved Atsumu. He nearly forgot to breathe.
"Sleep but stay alert," he said as he stepped out of the room.
Tooru was still unable to process the words. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Because of what had happened previously, the fact that she hadn't shown up last night, and his unexpected transfer, he was a bit upset. Despite his desire to disobey orders but was unable to do so since it was his duty to follow.
He would definitely miss her despite what she did to him. He was sent to a foreign place, far from her once more. He couldn't think of a way to tell her of his impending departure. Since he wasn't sure if he would succeed this time, he was anxious. The war has gotten worse as the enemy's forces have gotten stronger.
As he reached the battlefield, all he could hear were screams, bombs, guns, and missiles. The land had been wasted, and many dead bodies lay on the ground. He was suddenly terrified for his life. What if he dies like these people who were lying on the ground?
He kissed the ring he had intended to give her the last time he told her to meet him underneath the bridge, but he didn't get the chance as she didn't show up. He always thought about her, even though he was in a dangerous situation. Thinking about her motivates him to fight for his life. He wanted to safely return to her arms. But how could he survive if bombs were falling from the sky like raindrops? Since he was unfamiliar with the place and assumed that each step would be dangerous, he felt hesitant to step. As he gazed up, the sky was gloomy, much like he was.
He considered that this war was absurd. One of the reasons for this insanity was the selfishness of the individuals in charge of each country. This selfishness caused misery and never-ending retaliation between people and leads to the loss of many lives.
"Don't let the enemy survive!" their captain yelled. He doesn't want to kill people, but he has to. Obey the higher-ups.
He was already exhausted, but they must remain awake. The enemy's forces were moving forward in preparation for a new assault.
"Tooru," Atsumu yelled.
He saw his lifeless body lying on the ground before he had time to grasp everything. He swallowed and closed his eyes. His hands trembled as he held him in his arms. It was a terrible thing that had happened to his friend. The bullet was meant for him, but he saved him.
As he calmly sat on his bed, vengeance filled his heart. Since his comrade died in battle, the room was too silent. He took the blame for what had happened to his friend. If he hadn't lowered his guard, he might still be around and cracking some cringeworthy jokes.
The war has continued for the past two years, resulting in numerous deaths of both soldiers and civilians. He silently examined the ground through his binoculars. Tooru was promoted to military warrant officer. He gave orders for several troops to advance as they wait for an opportunity to attack.
They successfully reclaimed the territories as an outcome of the attack. He received recognition since he was the leading force behind the accomplishment. His uncle called his attention by lightly tapping him on the shoulder. He simply offered him a faint smile for he wasn't contented with the achievements he had now. His heart missing someone, and that someone was her.
He has a few weeks off from work, so he will spend it roaming the place. He walked silently down the street, looking around. He looked at them and saw that the wounds of the war were still evident on their faces.
When he got to the front of a musical theater, he froze as his lips parted.
Part 4
Note: I'm not sure whether there are the sorts of readers that anticipate stories like this, and yet anyway, I write what I want to share. I sincerely hope you'll keep supporting me. Hahaha! I was a little anxious when I was writing this note; I'm not sure what I'll say, but I do want to thank you for reading this so far. I'm now working on part 4.
Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.
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find-the-fight · 5 months
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