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[wintersearose]

Lmaooo I'm not trynna sound like a misandrist

Buuuuuttt

Men are the best at giving unsolicited advice.

I don't really have any problems with my uncle. He has some anger issues and often – if not always – thinks he's right, but he's actually a pretty nice man and very useful. (He's good at a lot of stuff.)

He likes to do and watch sports. Running and cycling are his biggest hobbies. So, of course, he knows everything about every sport, especially his favourites. (Did you catch my sarcasm?)

Anyways, my mother came into my room and told me that my uncle (her brother) said that sport bras with zippers on the front are bad, because they scratch the skin between the breasts.

BOY ... ... ... ...what?

First of all

How in hell would you even know that?? Do you also wear them?? Did you ever? Will you–

Second of all

No... they... they do not.

Not for me atleast. I have pretty big boobs and the zipper does not even so much as see the space between them. lmao

But yeahh, these type of sports bras are not uncomfortable, scratchy or annoying in any type of way for me.

So... Thanks, but no thanks.

[redxixi]

~`All ours part 2~`

Part 1

~`Pairing: Viking!141 x reader

~`summary : after the raid you and the rest of the survivors were taking to price's village where your fate awaits.

A/n : OMG THANK YOU ALL FOR SO MUCH LOVE FOR THE PREVIOUS FIC. Since you guys loved the previous one so much i wrote a longer version and i hope i live up to the expectations. Also huge thanks to anon from this post for the idea for this part. AGAIN THIS IS A DARK FIC CONTAINING SHIT. Also my asks are open for ideas

!WARNINGS! : slightly NSFW, simping over john price, being kept prisoner, mention of slavery.

~`wordcount : idk.

Blackness. Pitch blackness. Thats what it felt like. You felt it consume you slowly..bit by bit it was eating everything. All the memories you had, all the times you laughed and cried...it all felt worthless now that you were being consumed.

Slowly you opened your eyes. Everything was blurry at first but bit by bit your vision was returning. You looked around and tried to move only to realize both of your hands were bound by some kind of rope to your back. You also realized that you were moving or atleast you were on something that was moving. You carefully sit up and observed your surroundings. You were in the back of what looks like a wagon with a buch of the survivors from your village, you could see some familiar faces and some bruised and bloodied faces.

"What happend...where are we going" you asked to the old woman that sat closest to you

"The raid happend...everything was destroyed and burned...they took us from our homes and loaded us up onto theire ships like cattle and made us beg for food. We then got off and then they loaded us up here.....our next destination may be our last"

The old lady said with a look in her eye that was a mixture of fear and despair. You remember the killing, the stealing and you remembered the men who did it. You also remember failing to escape...a mistake that would change your whole life.

After what seemed like eternity the wagon came to a halt. You could hear people calling out and children's voices. A village?

"THEY HAVE RETURNED!"

"Look they're back"

"Lord price is back!!"

You heard people and children shouting and praising. Lord price. That was the man. The man who murdered hundreds and led the raid. Why are people praising this monsters return? And why are they calling him lord? Thats when it dawned on you. You were in a village. His village. This is the home of those monsters. You could hear footsteps aproaching the wagon and tried to mentally prepare yourself for what was about to come. It was the man with the skull mask that approached the wagon with keys in his hand. he opened the cage and ushered everyone to get out.

"All of you. Out. Now. "

He said in a stern and terrifying voice. Afraid and terrified of what the man would do they started to get out slowly one by one. And since you were all the way in the back you had to wait until your turn finally came. You slowly tried to crouch walk to get out of the cage without looking him in the eye but just as you were about to jump out you lost you balance and almost fell out. You were sure you were about to fall face first into the dirt but you didnt. You opened your eyes and looked up and saw the masked man holding you bridal style.

"Be careful. You arent going to be of any use if your injured"

He put you on the ground again and you joined up with the rest of the captives.

"Move"

You heard the masked man say from behind you lot. Slowly as a group you started walking. You looked around and saw tents, huts, homes, children and woman. You all walked on the main path with several people staring at you lot with disgust.

"I'd say this haul is fairly successful"

"I wouldn't call only getting weat and goats successful. They had almost no gold."

You turned you head and saw the 2 men who slaughtered your home speaking amongst themselves. One was dark skinned one and the other apears to be a woman. You were so into their conversation that you didnt look where you were walking and bumped into what felt like a wall of a chest.

"Wadda we 'ave here. If it isnt the pretty little thing that tried to run away from us"

You recognized this man with a mohawk haircut and immediately lowered your head as to not offend him. You tried to move with the group so you dont fall behind but he wasnt having it.

"Oh come on now i just wanna talk it'll fun commonnn."

He said in a low sultry voice. His hands then wrapped around you waist and he pulled you towards him.

"This here is my home. What dont you like it?"

He said in a mocking voice. You tried to squirm away from him without making eye contact.

"JOHNNY" you heard someone yell.

"Ah duty calls. here hold onto this for me will ya. I will find you again mkay"

He handed you what seems to be a small wooden plate. Carved into it was the name "Johnny "soap" mactavish". You quickly put it into your pocket of your dress and tried to catch up with you group. What did he want? What does he mean he will find me? Why did he hold me like that? These questions were like the plague. Dangerous for your body and soul.

You and the rest of the survivors where escorted to the back of the camp into what looked like a prison of sorts where you were to stay until you found out what in gods name they wanted with you.

"We can't keep them here without them dying of starvation John. And we certainly do not have enough food to feed everyone. Why did you bring them back here?"

"I have a plan kate."

"Care to share it with us boss" Johnny said as he entered the tent with simon right behind him.

"I will sell them. Easy. Graves informed me that he needed more slaves for his buyers. So we will sell him the survivors as slaves in exchange for more food and weapons" john said with a serious look on his face while sitting on his throne like chair signing some kind of papers.

"Sound good to you kate?"

After a moment of silence laswell sighed then nodded her head in approval.

"Now if you dont mind i have work to attend to" john said as he was getting up and ready to leave.

For the next week or so you spend as their prisoner you seen alot of things. Monsters tho they may be they also care about this village. But at night they are like feral beast. Each night they all have different women and sometimes they dont even wait till night fall. You gathered this much from seeing and hearing things. The masked one is called ghost but his friends refer to him as simon. He doesnt bed a woman often but if he does he is certainly ruthless with a stamina of a horse. The one with a mohawk is refered to as soap but also as Johnny. He is a real ladies man. With him its every night and sometimes there are more than just 1 women. Then there is the dark skinned one wich you rarely see but when you do he's usually hurt or just came back from hunting. Just like simon he sometimes has a woman come with him to bed. He is probably a passionate lover if anything else and then there is the captian. John is his name. Everytime you see him its like something inside you burns. Tall dark handsome. You shouldnt be liking him but you cant help it. It also doesnt help when the woman he beds let out such moans you can only hope to make one day.

You snapped out of your daydream when simon aproached the cage and unlocked it.

"Everyone out now"

Fearing him everyone quietly obeyed and one by one exited the cage. What was going on? Is this the day you would die? These questions where eating at you.

"Follow me" simon said as he walked in front of the group until he reached a small dock with a couple of boats and ships. Simon then waved at one of the ships and soon the crew of the ship started to come to the dock with small boats.

"All of you get on"

"W..whats happening? Where are you taking us" one of the elder ladies asked with fear lached into her voice.

"Your being sold" said the voice from behind us. Price walked up to us with soap right behind him as he started to speak.

"Your being sold as slaves in exchange for supplies. It is only right i tell you your fate."

Your felt your heart sinking and your breath started to get unstable. Sold? As slaves? You can't be a slave? Soon all the captives started to cry and plead for their lives but simon forced them onto the boats until it was finally your turn. You pleaded him for mercy while crying.

"Wait not her" price spoke up and you saw johnny behind him grinning like a mischievous cat.

"Why not"

"Well she will be ours ofcourse" price said nonchalantly to simon. Simon in turn released me and i watched as the rest of the captives where being hauled away. Confused you asked

"Why...why me"

Price looked at you amusingly and smiled.

"A pretty little thing like you belongs here. With us ofcourse. You are ours now. And as for why well.." price looked back at a grinning johnny and continued.

"Someone requested you so as a favour now your ours."

Price took a few steps forwars until he was close enough for me to hear his heart beat. He took my face in his hand and pulled it upwards toward him. Slowly and in a low voice he whispered in my ear.

"All ours."

Ahhh finally done with this part and next part will be spicy i can assure you that and as all ways my asks are OPEN. Also i am making a taglist for everytime i post a fic so feel free to comment if you want to be part of the taglist. Also i apologize for any mistakes cuz english is not my first language. THANKS AGAIN FOR THE LOVE <3

[captainmera]

Hiii I love ur art sm <33I have a quick question tho

i know Evelyn isn’t a fan of all the strict puritan rules but what would she think of courtship?? I read somewhere ages ago that in the 17th century men use to gift thimbles to the women they liked and I thought it would be really funny if Caleb kept trying to woo her with this tiny metal thing 😭😭

*OPENS MOUTH BECAUSE YOU AWOKE THE HISTORY DRAGON*

Pretty sure thimbles were given as part of the bride's-chest when she got married. Tradition says the man cut off the top of it to make a ring, symbolising that she no longer had to be “a maiden”. That is, have to do typical maiden work like sewing. Which is silly, a wife still did the sewing.

In the 17th century, though, thimbles were an everyday object. You could have a box full of them the same way you'd have a box of old keys, buttons and clippers somewhere.

Both men and women wore them, and they weren't only used for sewing. They were also worn out in the fields when working with the weat/grains or making baskets.

They were also used in superstitions, such as: You could do a lot with them. Most commonly, you would write a message, wish or whatever, on a note, tuck it into the thimble, and bury it in the fields or some place of significance. It was believed this would... help?

Probably because thimbles are used in sewing, and sewing was associated with witches because of the spindles (that, if you look it up, look like wands).

Thimbles were also used to deliver secret messages and codes. Both by filling them with notes, or have the top engraved with a message.

Anyway, wedding rings weren't really a thing (I think? dont quote me on that). But there were wedding traditions, like giving thimbles.

But giving a thimble to a girl you liked would be, pretty much, a jest in "hey wanna elope? lol" Which would be the equalising of some dude in your class snickering as he went up to you and gave you a bit of gum in exchange for a kiss. It would only hold proper romantic meaning if the pair were already engaged or had just married.

Now, if Caleb wanted to woe her or court her, he would have to do it within his means. He's poor (at least in my version), but at the time, a man had to show he could provide for her in marriage, so he'd have to think of gifts that could show an honest promise.

But since Evelyn doesn't care about that sort of thing, I think he'd eventually figure out that all she actually wants is his company, attention, and love. Him putting effort into a gift, like making her something out of wood, or taking the time to pick flowers, would woe her just fine.

:)

[sednonamoris]

stormchaser

Pairing: John Marston x gn!reader

Summary: Abigail Roberts joins the gang. Your relationship with John is changed, maybe forever.

Warnings: Pregnancy mention, hunting animals, brief mention of dead animals, canon-typical alcohol use, jealousy

Word count: 1,385

A/N: First of all I need to specify that Ghost is jealous of Abigail and thinks badly of her rn, but this story will not vilify Abigail’s character in any way!!! I love her!!!! Second of all it’s not terribly long but I hope you all find this chapter as juicy as I did bc I’ve been looking forward to this one pretty much from the start. Also this chap is 2/3 in a series, the first being ‘cloudburst’. The last one will be ‘thunderstruck’ - I’ll let you do with that info what you will  👀

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When Abigail Roberts joins up with the gang everyone clamors for her attention. The women help with her chores and mend her dresses and pet her long, dark hair. The men make excuses to come by her tent and help her onto wagons and touch her hand by the campfire. It’s obvious why; she’s a beautiful young woman.

You’re not sure you’ll ever forgive her for that.

Of course, you might not have minded at all if it wasn’t for John. He’s smitten. Every moment he used to spend riding or robbing or roaming with you is now spent at her beck and call. You tell yourself it’s not jealousy that crawls up your throat and colors his name green in your mouth when you call across camp, knowing who he’s with. You tell yourself it’s a coincidence when you wake up next to a pretty, painted whore with dusky blue eyes and brown hair just like hers the next time you’re in town. You even tell yourself that it doesn’t hurt to watch the grey of John’s eyes shine stormcloud bright when they turn toward the object of his affections. When that object isn’t you. 

Like some storybook romance he courts her. It’s clumsy - it’s John - but he brings her half-crushed flowers, and tries to read her some of Dutch’s poetry, and eventually he stops paying for the privilege of a night with her because they cut out the middleman and start sharing a tent. 

Arthur notices your sulkiness. Hosea, too, though neither say anything outright. Instead they break your heart further with sad, understanding smiles and warm hands clasped on your shoulder in passing. Sometimes you wish they’d spill your secrets for the whole camp to see, just to put you out of your misery.

The days you aren’t out hunting you’re fencing horses or robbing farmers - anything to keep far from camp. Once a week you come back with cash to add to the box and a few new stories to trade around the campfire. Dutch is appeased by the money and the odd tip you bring home, and John—

You wait for him to say something about how distant you’ve been.

He doesn’t. 

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The sky is clear when Abigail announces her pregnancy in front of the whole camp a few months later, but you smell a storm on the horizon. 

She’s so goddamn happy, and everyone cheers and shouts and rushes to hug her, and you think Ms. Grimshaw’s eyes gloss with tears at the promise of new life and young love, but John’s smile catches at the corners. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The panic does, and as much as your heart is already broken and you’ve given up hope, there’s some savage satisfaction you get from knowing he might be miserable now, too. 

Dutch calls for a celebration. Everyone clamors to break out cases of beer and Hosea even proffers the good whiskey he’s been saving for a rainy day. Top shelf, according to the man he stole it from. Pearson sweats himself into a frenzy to have a good, hearty meal prepared in time. Ms. Grimshaw has the camp cleared and clean with military precision. Javier settles next to the campfire with a song just waiting to sing off the strings of his guitar with each joyful strum. 

You slink away and pack your gear for a hunting trip.

After a feast like this the camp will need game, and you’ve always found the most success right before weather hits, when the animals are out getting the last bit of sustenance they can before hunkering down in the brush. You clasp Abigail’s hands and congratulate her, trying not to make the words sound like a curse before you fade into firelight shadows. While the others dance and sing, you nurse a bottle that does nothing to dull the ache in your heart.

You’re gone before first light.

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The grassy plain is wide open and endless before you. Tall grass rises up to the stirrups of your saddle, and thunder rumbles its electric intent in the distance. Overcast clouds promise rain on the breeze as the sky gets darker and darker. It’s a cobalt blue sort of storm, one that paints the grass greyish and strikes your silhouette onto the American frontier for anyone in the distance to see. 

A herd of pronghorn graze the prairie grass. You’ve been tracking them for a few miles now. Downwind. A safe enough distance away that they’re worried more about the oncoming storm than potential predators.

Two does, you think, ought to be enough. 

You’re shit with a bow and arrow, so you rely entirely on being quick on the draw of your hunting rifle. Perks of spending the better part of your life as a gunslinger.

Your horse tenses beneath you as you raise your rifle up, muscles coiled and ready to spring into action. You let out a slow, steady breath. Bang, bang, in quick succession on the trigger has your horse leaping forward. You let his momentum carry you while the rest of the herd scatters in frantic leaps and bounds. 

Two clean shots await your inspection when you crouch to tie the bodies and sling them behind the saddle. Rain begins to fall. The wind carries hoofbeats your way, and you turn with your rifle raised on the off chance some fool hunter is coming to try and steal your quarry. 

 “Ghost, there you are!”

Not a fool hunter, but a fool. 

“John,” you say past the anger and jealousy burrowed deep in your chest. “What are you doing here?”

He shakes his head. “I was gonna ask you the same thing. You left without sayin’ a word.”

“Surprised you noticed,” you scoff. 

“You wanna tell me why you been actin’ so funny lately?”

You fold your arms. “You followed me all the way out here just to tell me I don’t act right?”

“Everyone else is happy,” he says. “Guess I’m just wonderin’ why you ain’t.”

There are a thousand things you could say to that. I’ve been in love with you since before I knew what that warm feeling was in my chest. We were best friends and then you chose a stranger over me, and now that stranger is going to have your baby. Sometimes, when I dream, I dream of us getting old on a farm out West where the law won’t ever touch us. I think of you every time it storms. You say none of it.

The rain falls harder. 

“I know you, John Marston,” is what comes out your mouth instead. “You look more scared than happy to me.”

“I ain’t scared,” he says, snappish and too-fast.

“I am.” The smile on your face is sad, and it stops the defensive snarl trying to form across his face. “Guess that’s why I came out here, away from it all.”

 Lightning strikes in the not-far distance. The flash lights your surroundings in an eerie daytime glow for a heartbeat and a half. The thunder that rolls across the plain not long after makes you feel even smaller than you did already.You pull your coat tighter around your shoulders. 

“I’m camping here tonight. Room in the tent for two if you want.”

It’s even flimsier than your usual peace offerings, but he takes it. On the edge of the prairie you strike the tent while he pickets the horses. The rain is coming down in sheets, now, and you’re both forced to strip to your underthings because your clothes are entirely soaked through. The blankets and bedrolls are damp, but drier than the two of you. As you settle into sleep to the sound of pelting rain against canvass, John’s roll tucked up against yours, you hear a raspy voice speak up.

“You were right,” John says. “I’m scared of— well, all of it. Raisin’ this kid. Disappointing Abigail. But I’m more scared of losing you, Ghost. We’re best friends, ain’t we?”

Your chest constricts. “‘Course we’re best friends. You won’t lose me.”

Then, so quiet you almost miss it, “Haven’t I already?”

The tears that run down your face are silent, and dark as it is you pray he can’t see them. Thunder and rain drown out your shuddering sigh. 

[jkknight98]

He always wanted a big brother but got a giant family instead. Chapter 1 of Familial Forest

Hello everyone, guess who’s made a return to the community with a special little project with Plant ( @plant-gt-thought-box). We came up with this little Au through one little cliggy duo ramble and it quickly expanded. I hope you guys enjoy it as we expand this little universe. I need name ideas and would love suggestions.

Tommy hated his life in the orphanage, none of the other kids liked him or half of the workers, it just sucked overall. He was found in the woods around the village, he might as well go back into them. Who would believe that he would find the big brother(s) he always wanted in them, plus a bit more~

Warnings: implied vore, foul language, talk of bullying, implied neglect. 

Tommy sighed as he watched a younger kid walk out the doors of the orphanage, being carried away in the arms of their new parents, it wasn’t fair. It’s not like he could turn back time to become younger again, he’s not a witch with spooky powers after all. He leaned against his arms with a huff as his eyes drifted towards the woods that lay across the river, maybe his real family was out there, it’s where Ms. Weats said he was found….but he really didn’t believe that woman. Who would leave a five-year-old out in the woods with nothing but a shirt and a stuffed cow?  Speaking of, Tommy turned away from the window to look towards his shotty bed. Henry had been through a lot of wear and tear these past eleven years, the brown and white fabric frayed, but still held the same comforting smell of herbs. This fact caused many of the orphanage staff and his bullies to sneeze violently every time they tried to take it from him, but the nice old woman who ran the place let him keep the stuffed animal since it didn’t affect her or the other nice staff.

But the old lady did tell him that she soon wouldn’t be able to care for him anymore since he’s almost an adult and if he didn’t get adopted, he would be sent to the workhouse with the other boys that didn’t get adopted, it was a place Tommy wanted to avoid at all costs. He’d seen what happened to boys sent there, boys like him were quickly shut down for being too loud... So he had made up his mind that after the last call for lights out he was going to leave this town once and for all. He just needed to wait for his chance.

*_* -w-*_*

The rest of the day was just as deplorable as it normally was. The last of the older kids excluded him from their group while the younger ones teased him for not being picked again, especially since the kid that did was blond like him. The nicer staff let him help around the building, while Ms. Wears and her cronies would force him to do the more grueling tasks like fixing the roof or cleaning the nasty bathrooms, but he just went through it all until it was time for lights out. He climbed back into his bed and sighed as he listened to the other children chatting among themselves as the adult started to dim the lanterns, for once he was glad his bed was pushed to the opposite wall away from the others. It would make escaping so much easier when all the jerks were asleep and the full moon tonight would make it easier to see.

Tommy waited as the other children started to quiet down, the chattering falling silent as the work of the day finally took effect, and all that was left was the adults. He strained his hearing at the sounds of the workers outside the door,” Is the blond kid going tomorrow, I’m tired of dealing with him.” Ms. Rales. “Yeah, he and the Clancy twins are going to be taken to the workhouse tomorrow midday.” Ms. Wellings. “ I don’t care if the owner is fond of him, the men can’t come and take him soon enough!” Ms. Weats. The adults continued to chatter for a short while longer before they too went off to sleep, which just proved to Tommy that he needed to leave tonight at all costs. He waited what felt like a whole hour before he slowly slid from the bed, not bothering to fix the sheets as it would take too long and he could get caught, and slowly made his way out the doorway; avoiding the creaky boards. He made his way into the kitchen slowly, making sure he was completely alone before moving to a specific board by the entranceway, lifting it to expose a small satchel filled with dried fruits and nuts he managed to smuggle away and slipped Henry inside. It paid off a bit to be shoved aside to do tasks and ignored, he debated on taking one of the kitchen knives for protection but decided against it since it would be his luck that he would trip and stab himself, so he turned to leave out the door.

His whole body froze as his gaze met with the owner of the orphanage, he opened his mouth to utter an excuse on why he was up but was stopped by the old woman bringing a finger to her lips. “ Shh, if you plan to cross the river go south by the butcher’s home you'll find some crossing stones but hurry child, that wretched Rails woman is walking around.” The gray-haired woman turned away at that, pausing slightly as she looked at him one last time, a smile wrinkling her bright blue eyes,” stay safe and find the happiness I couldn't give you,” and then she was gone. Tommy wasn’t going to miss this gift as he uttered a quiet thank you and quickly scrambled out the back doorway.

Tommy kept his pace at a quiet jog as he began to weave through the sleepy village, he didn’t want to both exhaust himself or wake up someone who would drag him back to the orphanage, it happened before when a dark-haired girl tried to escape. She was dragged kicking and screaming back later that day when a traveler found her on the road, Tommy didn’t enjoy seeing her now since she was forced into the church, she was rather spiteful for a nun. He sighed in relief when he saw the illuminated sign of the butcher's house, he was almost free of this place. He scanned the river as he walked past the building, searching the darkened water for the stones, and feeling a touch of panic when he couldn’t see them, he really didn’t want to swim across. He snapped his head to the right when he heard a snapping sound, but sighed in relief when he saw the stones a ways from him, the river was high enough that he could barely see them. He took a deep breath and leaped out to the first stone, cursing when he almost fell and his right foot slid into the icy water, but he thankfully caught himself before he could fall further. “ Ok Toms, you can do this, you can get away from those fuckers.”

“What are you doing kid!!” Tommy whipped around to see the butcher sticking his head out of the window with a fearful look on his face. When the man disappeared back into the window Tommy knew he had to hurry, he would definitely be dragged back to the orphanage if he was caught. He started to jump across the stones faster, not caring if a full arm or leg slipped under the surface, and was almost halfway across before the man was fully out of his home, “It's not safe out there, there are monsters out in those woods boy!!” The man was almost to the edge of the river when Tommy made the last leap to the opposing bank, turning around to see the man trying to wave him back and lights starting to spread through the village,” You’re going to get killed!”

Tommy turned to look back at the man and the few other villagers that came out to see the commotion and were trying to convince him to come back. In the back of the crowd Tommy could see a scowling Ms. Wears, which made the boy smile as he lifted two fingers into the air as he backed into the treeline,” so long you fuckers, this is the last you will ever see of Tommyinit!” He turned away from everything he’d ever known and disappeared into the very woods he had found in.

~_~

Tommy sighed to himself as he tucked his body further  into the hollow of a tree, he had been traveling through the woods for a few days now and while he managed to scavenge some edible mushrooms and berries, he had almost gone through his entire food supply. He grumbled slowly as he ate the last of his dried fruit, using his tongue to clear away any of the skin that got caught in his teeth, every small scrap made the hunger pains a little less. He knew that he needed to move on to a new spot soon, but the hollow was filled with the softest moss he had ever found… it was loads better than the poor mattress he had back at the orphanage. He jerked his head upwards when he heard the sound of voices in the distance, could that be a town or maybe a group of travelers that he could join with. He left the hollow quickly and sprinted for them, he couldn’t lose this chance.

The closer he got to the voices the more confused he became, they became so much louder than they should have.. And the ground seemed to rumble with a small earthquake, Tommy’s confusion was quickly answered when he stopped before a minor clearing. Rather than seeing a group of people with horses to explain the thudding, but two giants who were arguing about…. Food theory??

“I’m telling you that your baked potatoes are pretty much a taco, it’s got two sides and fillings!” This came from the brunette giant, eyes hidden behind large glasses and had a scattering of brownish tan feathers along the side of its face and feathered ears. The other giant seemed to huff in annoyance,” I’m the only one that eats the skin of the potatoes, so it's not a taco.” This giant had hair that was a dark shade of pink and had pig-like tusks jutting from its lower jaw, and it continued to look more unimpressed as the other giant continued to argue about how this food is actually this and so on.

Tommy tried to think what would be his best course of action, he never thought he would run into actual giants in these woods, they were supposed to be a myth. He debated on if he should try and speak to the giants, or get far away from them. He chose the latter and moved to take a single step backwards, and just his luck, stepped onto a branch that cracked like a gunshot. He flinched with the sound and froze in place, eyes shutting on their own as the clearing was filled with silence, he took a few deep breaths before opening them. His normally loud voice caught in his throat as he was met with a massive face hovering before him, brown eyes wide behind glasses as they focused solely on him, and a widely spreading smile when said eyes met his own,” Hello~”

Tommy tried to dart away from the giant but a large hand was quick to shoot out and grab him, fingers double his height wrapped around him,” Guess who found a human~”. Tommy felt his stomach drop as the giant moved to stand back to its full height,” where do you think humans go in food theory, are they a calzone or sushi?”

The pink-haired giant looked at Tommy with a raised brow and unamused red eyes,” I don’t know but I want to know what the human thinks since your an idiot,” the giant leaned forward as it looked at the boy, eyes focusing on his golden hair before meeting his blue eyes,” what do you know about food theory?”

Tommy gulped slightly as he glanced between the two giants, the brunette looking mildly annoyed while the other continue to look at him expectedly, things couldn’t get much worse could they,” I think..I think that sauces are just thick soups.” He flinched as the giant holding him let out an offended sound while the one looking at him grinned the most terrifying smile he had ever seen.

“Looks like the human is smarter than you, Wilbur.” The pink haired giant was quick to take Tommy from the now named ‘Wilbur’ and held him to his chest,” I’m taking him as my new little brother.” Wilbur just glowered at the other giant,” Techno you can’t just take in a human, they're not like one of the hounds you find, what if it has a family?” The pink haired giant just shrugged and started to walk away from the other,” did you look at them, their clothes barely fit and they’re skinny, they’re clearly an orphan.” Techno looked down at Tommy once more,” you have a name kid or should I call you Theseus?”

Tommy gave a hesitant smile up to the giant,” My name is Tommy… and I agree with you that baked potatoes aren’t tacos, who would put lettuce in a potato??” This made the giant holding him huff with amusement while the other sighed again before it leaned over to softly poke his face, promising that he had to show him that his food ideas were better than his brothers, and how you could easily turn a baked potato into a taco. Tommy couldn’t believe how easily he found himself talking with the giants, easing into Techno’s hold as the three of them continued to chatter (not noticing the subtle fond look the pinkette gave him when he noticed). He couldn’t see anything wrong with staying with the giants, even if the brunette might have wanted to eat him at first, this was the first time in his life that he felt something he could call familial affection.. Hopefully the giants would adopt him into their family… His hands reached down to gently stroke the back of Henry, neither of the giants sneezed because of him, so there was no need for him to run away from them. He felt safe for once…able to yawn softly as the sun grew lower in the sky. The hands holding him felt so warm.. And it wasn’t long before Tommy drifted into the most restful sleep of his life.

[minimoefoe]

wild blue yonder thoughts

(initial live watch and next day rewatch)

live

- the very beginning for a second was giving me ascension of the cybermen vibes, like bright, green, really calm idk

- not sure if the newton stuff was funny or cringe

- all that happening bc donna spilt some coffee is so dumb 😭 like okay the tardis is weak as fuck

- the amount of cgi was mildly off-putting at times but also like obviously a corridor like that would need to be in large part cgi

- 14 may have just meant newton was good looking generally and also his 'is that who I am now' comment was probs more of a 'oh am I the kind of person to find ppl attractive/be open about it' rather than a 'do I fancy men now' moment (tho donna assuming it was kinda funny) but also I'm hoping 14 being kinda openly attracted to men is a sign for what 15 is gonna be like. like let's keep it going and have a male love interest.........?

- fake donna and fake 14 were so creepy like I stg right as fake 14 showed up to the way it was shot made me feel weird bc it just wasn't showing him and I was like well show him then and then it did and I was like oh he's normal okay but then it went down hill fr dt was v creepy

- the long ass arms and stuff was simultaneously unserious and creepy as fuck

- flux and timeless child mention ahhhhh I kinda am obsessed with it and I really hope it's a sign that rtd is gonna explore it a bit more (which based on xmas special info he seemingly is). I love the way it ended with 13 but there's defo room there to explore more about how the doctor really feels about it all and accepting it. bc it's one thing to decide you don't want the memories but it's another to actually come to terms with it all

- the vibes were kinda midnight-y, like monsters impersonating and tryna copy someone and replace them yknow

- wilf <333333

- I'm writing this up right after it ended and I haven't looked at what other ppl thought and I didn't type up my thoughts as I was watching so I probs forgot a ton of stuff that I had opinions on but anyways. I cheered

rewatch

- ppl getting mad that isaac newton isn't white is so predictable like omg I couldn't imagine giving a fuck. that scene is defo cringe tho but it's fine. I like the 'have you got the controls set to famous' line

- the tardis playing that song is so funny like she looooves the drama tbh

- I hope the mavity thing continues for a long time but I don't want it to get mentioned every episode bc that'll get old very quick

- 14 acknowledging that newton was hot and then being like 'is that was I do now' is defo a him being like oh do I notice attractiveness and be open about it now situation and not an oh am I gay now situation bc the doctor has BEEN fancying men. and it fits with the moments from the star beast where he says he loves people and is like oh do I say that now

- the let's go and kick it's ass line, and the way it's shot idk, is not very good

- seeing the outside of the ship was sooo weat/tdf vibes

- the doctor joking around with donna about dying is my fave I miss the doctor being like this fr (that's NOT a chib diss)

- the timeless child and flux mentions and the doctor finally being open with someone but then it ends up not actually being donna oh I'm gonna lose my whole mind I'm so obsessed with that scene and then meanwhile donna figures out she's with the fake doctor like the genius she is

- and THEN the doctor's little tantrum that I and most others was clowning on before the ep came out but actually it ends up being kinda harrowing liiiiike woah

- obsessed with the scene where they're separated by the glass wall

- fake donna in the tardis and real donna stuck out there.. ctate actor of all time

- I really did think for a second that donna was gonna die on first watch and how wild would that have been especially if the doctor didn't end up noticing fake donna and we were stuck with her for the giggle. probably woulda been a nightmare tbh so I'm glad it didn't happen but also idk

- donna saying the doctor timed getting back to avoid the awkward convo makes me think of all the times chib had shit happen to avoid having the doctor and (usually) yaz complete a convo, it used to drive me crazy it was so annoying

- wilf <33333

- I kinda wish we saw the toymaker in the background during all that drama that was going on at the end

[smolphrog-littlebrain]

I wish to have some Garry stories pretty please

Ask and you shall receive!

The first time ever I let my man Garry out the basement was actually when I was joking with a friend about what our names would be as men. I was messing around and was thinking of super weird names such as ash (stands for ash of my dead grandfathers... it will be my drag king name and is another story)... and of course, my sweet son Garry and yes. From SpongeBob. and his sweet wife... patty, can anyone see where this is going? I first ever used him as a RP for this old game I played on my ipad (I honestly can't remember what it was called) but i wanted to try being anyone other then myself and who was more the opposite of me then a 28 year old man. I would talk all about "adult things" such as taking care of myself and my girlfriend and our pet dog! (I made a lot of lore for this man) and we lived happily in our 1 bath 2 room apartment, I would say how we were looking for a bigger place and how my gf and I where looking to settle down. I even talked to some people about how I was so nervous to propose to her, and they all wished me luck.. I never stayed in one place for too long and would move from site to site, but the best memory of him was this one time that I went into this discord server to find out about a game update I was looking forward to. And this creepy gentleman asked me for my age in the main chat, and I was Like umm no? And they got creepy and demanding i told him and saying how it's not that big of a deal and if I didn't say anything then he would just assume I was Like 12, and at the time being 14 I was like THIS BITCH. Cuz u know at that age it was an INSULT to be any younger, so I was like BRO. I am literally 24.. and a man. and this dude left me alone SO FAST.

I also joined a zelda group on Discord, and they had an 18+ room and I HAD TO SEE WHAT that was about, and so my boy GARRY to the rescue!!...Honestly, nothing fun happened in there it was literally just a place for the older folks to go to and get away from the "children" ( little did they know)

We also used him cuz my mom didn't want me playing on her Farmville anymore cuz I liked following random people and she hated that so we used my boy to make a fake Facebook and he was Like 68 and had NOTHING on there just Farmville and begging for weat<3

I was also kinda lucky that I was a Tomboy/ "liked dude things" so it was kinda somewhat easy to pretend to be a older man cuz I liked fishing and other things I thought I guy liked at 24 I also constantly changed his age

This is now the time I am 16 and feeling like a big girl so I do my OWN name! (sorta it's my Nickname and it's extremely popular name, so no one will find me), and I meet a great group of friends on an animal crossing server! I like them and they are super nice and it's a huge server but I have a couple of friends!! I then get invited to another on the side server from a friend, and I join!! I meet great people and we all click and I trust them cuz it's been a year and a half now that I have known them and the youngest of us all TELLS ME HER LIFE STORY AND HER AGE THEN WHERE SHE LIVES.... and I say hay umm wtf I could be a 34 year old man named Garry (my age changed everytime i talked about him lol) or something... and she looks be dead in the eyes..(not really) and says... you type like a child and you just made a poop joke.... ur like 12.... I DIED

And she is the whole reason I made my first post cuz she is WILD and so lucky I wasn't actually Garry from staples!<3

I hope this is to ue liking and if I remember more story's of him I will be sure to post about it and I hope this was as fun as you thought it would be!

Also p.s. I know this post won't be easy to read I am bad at words lol

[distopea]

The sound of the ship slicing through the waves permeated the air in a backdrop of white noise, like radio static. Up on deck, the sun beat down over their heads like they were ants under god’s magnifying glass. Raum fought the urge to repeatedly wipe the beads of sweat away from his forehead as he glanced over the troops. A warm day, a calm sea, a little bit of downtime for training, and they were practising close quarters combat techniques with some drills. It was a joint exercise between the two squads, also considered to be team-building, and so both squad leaders were present to oversee that everything went smoothly. They had paired everyone up for the exercises, one marine to one pilot, focusing on immobilisation techniques and disarming. It was fairly standard fare – although once the exercises were complete, the competitive spirit was building between the two groups and they had some time to spare. Eventually they had organised a little makeshift ring to spar in. Nothing too violent or bloody – that would go against the nature of team building – just three minutes, get your opponent out of the ring and you win.

It was a free for all, certainly entertaining to watch the lengths the men would go to claim victory. Everything from faux boxing matches, strange distraction techniques, to childish pushing and pulling – someone even tried to wedgie their opponent. Taunting, laughing, whistles, whoops and cheers sounded around the ring as each man tried to get the better of the other one. Until eventually they reached a stalemate – turning to the two leaders to settle the score. Raum had met Mads’ eyes and saw the little spark of challenge there, shook his head. Fuck, no. He’d never hear the end of it later.

Regardless, that’s how Raum found himself inside the little ring facing off a… Well. A Scottish fucking bear. He’d reluctantly stripped his jacket for the occasion, white t-shirt underneath still clinging to his spine with sweat while the sun beat down on them. Raum could feel the heat tingling on the back of his neck – starting to burn already. Mads looked hardly less worse for wear. The deck of the ship was his turf. He looked made for it. Confident and calm. Frankly – it made Raum a little jealous. Made him want to mess that composure up.

There was a palpable excitement around them, to watch the two leaders square off against each other, even just for fun. A couple of words of encouragement were sounded, jeering and humorous : ‘fuck him up, commander!’ , ‘no mercy, lieutenant!’. Raum huffed a laugh, pushed sweat-damp strands of hair out of his eyes so he could focus on his opponent.

“All right, let’s get this over with so they pipe down,” Raum rolled his shoulders and spread his feet into a wide stance, boots gliding on the hot metal tile. He lifted both arms, fists raised in front of his face, and faced off towards Mads. Despite himself, his heart was speeding up, excitement rushing in his blood. Raum flashed his teeth in a grin, and winked. He wanted to get under Mads' skin.

“Don't go easy on me now. I can take you. Show me what you got, big guy.”

@cantuscorvi

A little bit of violent exercise was perhaps a way for the soldiers to get rid of the lingering anxiety running on the deck. A boost for the ego, but also somehow their own tradition to remain fit, ready, battling with their fists when they couldn’t be anywhere else but on this large metallic ship. Even for Mads, that kind of exercise felt like a haven of peace, even if they weren’t appreciated nor encouraged by Stricker. Not that he was a brute in the first place, but in the middle of those men, it was more than necessary sometimes to dissolve tensions through a good old fight. Both the marines and the pilots had cohabited for a few months already, so it was only fair to assert dominance from time to time. 

With a rather cheerful grin, Mads was observing his troops in the middle of the ring. The temperature was awful today, even if he was used to the sunny weather; he still preferred the gloomy clouds of Scotland and almost missed its everlasting drizzle. Among the fighting men, he couldn’t help but eye his natural nemesis in the middle of those men, standing behind his comrades in arms, blue eyes sometimes flashing in his direction. It was a matter of time before the rest of the crowd would demand a fight between the commanders, and Mads was getting himself ready. He wanted to test his limits. 

At some point, both of them were pushed into the middle of the circle, oozing with confidence, but also a certain urge to fight. Mads had removed his jacket a long time ago, standing in his traditional white tank top, his marine pants and his boots. His black hair was plastered against his skull, and with an impatient whip of his hand, he removed a few droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead. “Oh, you want it hard? Come on, blondie.” He beckoned Raum to come closer, raising both of his fists and anchoring both of his feet to the ground. “Princesses like you don’t like sunburns. Come get your ass whooped before you turn into a lobster.” 

Even if the words were taunting, Mads could tell that there was mutual respect and a profound eagerness to show off and see the limits of their opponent. Despite his military training, he was still used to fighting like a little scumbag in the streets; techniques he had learnt from his brother who had the strength of a bear, and he hoped to surprise Raum with a few of them. They both took one step closer, and for the first seconds, they only try to attack the other one's defense with timid and testing punches.

‘Are you fighting or dancing?’ ‘Come on, it’s getting boring lads!’ The soldiers were still cheering at the top of their lungs, until both Raum and Mads decided to get closer. With the techniques they had probably learnt from their military training, they jumped to tackle the other one. Mads grunted and circled his arms around Raum, while the blond returned the favor. The main goal was to get the other one on the ground, using their weight and feet for that, and it was a matter of seconds before they both crashed on the deck in a loud clap. Soldiers yelled, excited. 

“Fucking wiggling like a worm!” Mads huffed as he tried to catch Raum’s arms to place him on his back. He plastered his own on the ground, despite the insufferable heat of the metal, using his feet as leverage, wrestling with the pilot as they rolled on the ground, grunting like two beasts in a cage. One fist flew in the air, and Mads saw blurry for a second, right after the impact against his temple. He retaliated immediately by knocking Raum’s arm behind his back, the two of them barely up on their legs before they would fall back on the deck. ‘Get him!’ ‘No aim for the balls, LT!’. Mads threw another punch inside Raum’s waist and they went back to try getting the upper hand by slamming the other one on the ground. 

“ATTENTION!” Another voice suddenly yelled from the entrance of the deck, all of the soldiers suddenly getting stiff and obeying while the rear-admiral Stricker, leader of the fleet, stepped closer, unable to hide his anger. Raum and Mads had no choice but to separate themselves, bloody, sweaty, and definitely frustrated. Even so, Mads couldn’t help but pull the pilot back on his feet before he stood to attention like the other of their troops. “Lieutenant Colonel Weiss, Commander Campbell, am I going fucking blind or did I just witness my two commanders rolling on the ground like two pigs?!” He barked at them, his eyes falling on their half-ripped clothes. “You’re both standing on the vessel of his Majesty… You should be ashamed of your behavior!” Mads opened his mouth but Stricker was quicker. “Shut your damn mouth, Campbell! I don’t know what the problem is with Weiss and I don’t want to hear about it, but if I have to tie you both to the deck until you start acting like men of your rank, I’ll go get the rope myself! 

He turned around, a lingering silence invading the deck. Mads inhaled, but he couldn’t help throwing an oddly conspirational look at Raum. “Weiss, Campbell, if you’re so eager to get rid of that testosterone, go run around the deck until we ring the dinner bell.” Stricker yelled again before he threw a look at the rest of the soldiers. “And for the rest of you, don’t you have tasks? Back to your stations! Dismissed!” 

[literallosersstuff]

this is the best photoshoot to exist. (maybe not but wtv) just think even now, people are uncomfortable when men weat dresses this was back in the late 90s and brad pitt is a manly man showing that you can wear a dress as a man and look great. I just think his character in fight club and the whole meaning just was great for that time period, it may not have changed anything because a lot of people (particularly men) didnt get the right message of the movie. it wasnt about how men are superior and that they rule everything. its about how we are all consumers, and materialistic and care to much about fame, money, looks, etc. that we need to evolve and become smth that is better. we all are the same, we live then we die so why care so much about a man in a dress. i think people still (obviously) need to be taught the message of this movie because it fr is so right and i agree with it. + love marla singer <3

[ferrarigays-moved-to-ferrarism]

It's me, again, asking for a fashion review

2 in 1 this time (ok the picture is strange but let's focus on the outfits)

welrd lense for the pic but let’s do this

for pol, very simple but i appreciate his smile & happiness given the down mood recently so i’ll take anything. as for the outfit itself it isn’t a crime against me, it’s just a bit boring. he’s got a pastel vibe going on so i’ll give him that, although the shirt length makes it feel like a pyjama at times.

as for rins, i really can’t judge bc i haven’t seen the bottom half completely. my assumption is that he is wearing tight blue jeans. again quite boring but not making me die looking at it, he’s going for the summer whore look with buttons open letting it loose we appreciate it here. from this angle it looks like he is weating a hospital gown though. sorry.

my overall take is that these men should just suck it up and do a brand deal with a jewelry company and accessorize for the first time in their lives. a watch and family jewels aren’t enough guys.

[eruhamster]

ndnfng im like legitimately annoyed that person tried to uhm acktually me that there arent plenty of cultures where men weat what's basically a dress or a skirt

[seelanmarket]

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[arrogantme]

This Month's Assignment:

Start a new blog for future Assignments.

Find pictures of scantly clad women, dressed in things YOU think look great.

The less fabric, the better.

With each picture you add (at least one per day) imagine yourself wearing those clothes, in your perfect body.

Imagine your body being as slim and fit as the woman in the picture. Hot as all Hell.

Imagine YOU wearing those clothes down the steets.

You walk with confidence, drawing the admiring eyes of men, and the jealous eyes of women.

Imagine how everyone in your life would react.

REALIZE that those who react badly are only jealous or afraid to wear that themselves.

Imagine their emotions empowering you.

BASK in their attention! Enjoy it!

Afterwards, find a mirror to look into.

SEE yourself in this new, perfect body. This seductive, succubus-like body.

Then tell yourself;

"I WILL have that body!"

"I WILL have the courage wear those clothes!"

"I WILL become and object of admiration and envy!"

As you progress and grow confident, chance the word; "Will" to "Have"

Even if you're not there yet, speak as if you already have it.

It will help your mind believe it, which will make you subconsciously work towards it.

This IS you... you just need to bring it out.

The third step is to start wearing clothes like that around the house.

Wake up, and wear only those skimpy clothes, until it feels the only natural, normal things to wear.

The last step is to start wearing it outside.

Ignore any modesty and moralism, and keep within the barest minimum the law allows, cover as little as possible.

Keep doing this until it feels as comfortable and normal as wearing the clothes you wear now.

This exercise will hel you be free from any prudish, religious, and forced feelings of shame that other people have brainwashed you to believe in.

Only when you are TRULY FREE can you make a TRUE CHOICE.

When you choose what clothes to weat after this, you will feel free to choose based on what you WANT, and not make the choice based on fear or worry or what someone else wants you to do.

It may take more than one month, it may even take several months, but keep at it until it becomes as comfortable and normal as wearing your favorite comfy clothes.

BONUS TASK:

When you have fully Mastered this task, you can practise walking around in your own home compleatly naked.

When you have fully Mastered this task, you can practise walking around in your own home compleatly naked.

Make it a habit to do whenever you are alone, or feel comfortable enough around someone else to do so

This should stamp out those last, lingering feelings of shame that other people pushed on you.

(You can always close your curtains when you begin. But you may discover it adding a secret thrill to leave them open, or leace a crack open, or use those thin almost-see-through courtains.

What you choose do, and how you choose to do it is entierly up to you.)

[opedguy]

Russian Conscripts Flee Russia

LOS ANGELES (OnlineColumnist.com), Sept. 23, 2022.--Western news outlets have taken to reporting about a mass exodus of Russian men leaving the country in droves to avoid conscription into the Russian Army to fight in Ukraine.  While there’s no doubt the same thing would happen in the U.S. and Europe, the Western press interprets it as an act of defiance by Russian youth unwilling to fight in the Ukraine War   Whether admitted to or not Russian young men heading to the exists runs counter to Western ideas of the Russian Federation, a totalitarian state led by 69-year-old dictator Vladimir Putin, the architect of the Ukraine War.  Reporting on Russian men heading for expensive flights or leaving the country for neighboring countries give a very different picture of Russia, a state that affords its citizens the same kinds of mobility at other countries in the Weat.  Whether or not that stays the same in the near future is anyone’s guess.  

Putin could very easily place travel restrictions on the Russia borders, preventing draft-age young me from fleeing Russia.  “I’m against the war and I’m not going to be a part of it.  I’m not going to be a murderer.  I’m not going to kill people,” said a 41-year-old man calling himself Yevgeny heading to Turkey to avoid conscription.  Conscription by any Western power would undoubtedly, whatever the cause, lead to the same kind of draft evasion.  President Joe Biden, 79, threatened Sept. 17 that he would commit U.S. troops to defend Taiwan.  How ironic that Biden would defend Taiwan with U.S. soldiers but not Ukraine, despite Ukraine being part of Europe.  Biden hasn’t considered the backlash to the voluntary military from any major call up of U.S. troops, entering another bloody foreign war.  Instead or working toward peace, Biden has done everything to fund a U.S. proxy war against the Kremlin.

Watching Russian young men flee for parts unknown to avoid Putin’s 300,000 man call up give a free X-Ray to Biden if he wants to know what would happen in the U.S.  Today’s voluntary military could not handle any major war with Russia or China yet Biden keeps pushing both countries to the brink.  Russia’s Defense Ministry said today that it would be issuing exemptions to citizens that work in high tech, communications or finance, “to ensure the operations” of the Russian economy, reported the Tass state news agency.  White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre jumped to the conclusion that avoiding conscription meant the war in Ukraine was unpopular in Russia.  Jean-Pierre can’t see the future parallel in the U.S. that no matter how popular or unpopular there would be a backlash by U.S. citizens to signing up or agreeing to fight in Europe or Asia.

Biden’s White House didn’t know how to respond to Putin’s call up of 300,000 troops to fight the Ukraine War.  “What Putin is doing—he is not coming from a place of strength,” Jean-Pierre said. “He’s coming from a place of weakness,” making utterly meaningless statements.  Putin’s move comes after Biden and Ukraine’s 44-year-old President Volodymyr Zelensky showed no interest in ending the Ukraine War, until Putin pulls out of every inch of Ukrainian land.  Putin controlled the Donbass areas of Donetsk and Luhansk before the war, in addition to the Crimean Peninsula.  Putin seized Crimea March 1, 2014, after a CIA-backed coup toppled the pro-Kremlin Kiev government of Viktor Yanykovych.  Putin seized Crimea to protect his Sevastopol naval base in Crimea.  For the past eight years, Ukraine has fought a bloody battle with pro-Russian separatists in the Donbas region.

German spokesman Maximillan Kall said that Russia deserters crossing into Germany would be given political asylum.  “Those who bravely stand up to Putin’s regime and there by put themselves in great danger can apply for asylum in Germany on the grounds of political persecution,” said German Interior Minister Nancy Faeser.  Deserters would receive refugee status in Germany, said Kall.  Other EU officials felt differently than Germany about Russian refugees.  Latvian Foreign Minister Edgars Rinkewics said many of the Russians fleeing “were fine killing Ukranians. They did not protest the wary, it’s is no right to consider them as conscientious objectors.”  Germany’s view of fleeing Russian citizens to avoid conscription in the Russian army says more about undermining Putin’s war strategy than anything else.  If they give aid-and-comfort to Russians, they keep them off the battlefield.

Russian fleeing conscription mirrors the future of any U.S. attempt to send troops into battle in Ukraine or Taiwan to battle China.  How superficial to say that Putin’s 300,000 call up was a “act of weakness” on Putin’s part, not a long-term commitment to battle the U.S. as long as necessary in Ukraine. Kremlin officials no longer view the war as between Ukraine and Russia, they view it as a war with the U.S.  Biden made it clear March 26 he wants Putin out of office, supplying lethal arms to Ukraine for the purpose of breaking the Russian military.  Russian soldiers fleeing to avoid military service is not different that any country, including the U.S., where young people don’t agree with their governments. Putin’s 300,000-man call up is designed to get Biden and Zelensky to go to the Istanbul peace table to resolve the conflict.  As it stands now, there’s no end to the conflict regardless of Ukraine’s destruction.

About the Author

John M. Curtis writes politically neutral commentary analyzing spin in national and global news. He’s editor of OnlineColumnist.com and author of Dodging The Bullet and Operation Charisma.

[lizakatherineblog]

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