"Certainly, son. But daddy’s pretty busy with work this week. Maybe next week. For now, why don’tcha go ask mother? I think she’s taking her special ‘happy pills’ so give her a moment."
this is the best news I’ve heard this year
There’s a huge difference between looking up photos of prominent figures and officials active during the reign of the Third Reich (say…for historical knowledge/familiarity, for uniform reference for the early 1940s-era Germany illustration/character design sheet you got a commission to make, or just to familiarise yourself with what imagery to look for in modern day Nazis perhaps) and reblogging photos of the aforementioned things while adding tags or comments like “OMG CUTE??????”, “5/5 WOULD FUCK”, “WOOOOW ADORBS!!1111!!1” with complete sincerity and, fuck forbid, infatuation.
If you’re one of these people, perhaps you’ve forgotten that pretty much any person in said high position was for the mass eradication of entire groups of people and were nothing short of inhuman monsters. But if you think this sort of thing is ahem, “cute”, I would kindly request that you move very far away from me. Very far indeed.
And if you have the audacity to think I’m “policing” your blog or likes or if you’ve got some sort of sick fetish for SS/Gestapo uniforms and are offended, here’s some food for thought that I hope you might choke on:
"My grandmother thought she was going to talk to the Gestapo officer in her beautiful German, and she was sure he was going to release her. She talked to him very nicely. She told him, "Officer, look, I’m 92 years old. Where are you going to drag me? Leave me in my home…
…The Gestapo officer was a young man, maybe 23 years old, and so proud. He got excited. He said to her, “You old goat, you still want to live.” He got his gun and put just one bullet in her. She wasn’t dead. He wouldn’t put two bullets into her. He said, “We have to win the war. We can’t afford more than one bullet.” He wouldn’t waste the other one. We were all standing around, but there was nothing we could do. That was all. She was 92 years old.”
-Joseph Sher, Holocaust survivor
the trick is to not let people know how really weird you are until its too late for them to back out
-dying Wookie noises-
This didn’t feel like summer at all. It was super cold. Plus, I graduate in like…three months.
You will know hell when I come back to school.