#fuck panzer division

[thedevilsrain]

its Doing Fandom Work While This Manga Does War Crimes Against Me hours

#yeah his GERMAN tank (its fucking tank i dont know why these weirdos kept it as panzer) divisions who fought the ALLIES #dont ask who they were tho

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Young Love and Old Money

Summary: this series follows the story of Lewis Nixon and Josephine Wills and their trials, tribulation and love throughout WW2, including stories of their friends in between. Warnings: sexual images at the start, swearing, minor mentions of wounds, Julian and George being adorable.

Masterlist

Welcome to Hell - December 1944

His lips trailed feather-like kisses down her neck, trailing between the valley of her breast and down her stomach. Hot breath mingled between their lips as he kissed her passionately, his fingers digging into her hip bones.

“Lewis…please,” Josie's voice was hoarse and came out barely above a whisper but Lewis heard every word.

“Use your words my Darling. Tell me what you want,” Lewis growled, he could feel himself growing impatient and the urge to ravage his wife grew stronger by the minute. It had been months since they lay together and despite Lewis enjoying Josie’s company in the daytime, he couldn’t help the jealousy growing within him as he watched her laughing with Webster and Luz. As soon as he managed to drag her away from them and back to his own room, well the room he shared with Dick but Dick knew better than to come back to his room tonight.

“You’ve been teasing me all day Darlin’, how do you expect me to control myself,” he’d whined when he finally kissed his wife, tugging her lip between his teeth teasingly.

“Well Lewis, I’m sure you’ll find a way to reward yourself for such restraint,” Josie laughed, trailing her fingers across his shoulders, tugging at the lapel of his jacket.

“Oh, I’m sure I will.”

“Lew? Lew, come on. You’ve got to get up. Elements of the first and sixth Panzer Divisions have broken through in the Ardennes forest. We’re moving out in an hour. Come on Nix, get up!” Dick demanded, shoving Lewis causing him to nearly topple out of the bed.

“Jesus Christ Dick! What’s a man gotta do to get some sleep around here?”

“Not be in the 101st Airborne apparently,” Dick joked, throwing Lewis’ ODs at him. “Hurry up Lew.”

Lewis stomped out of his room, trailing after Dick at an increasingly slow pace, his jump boots scuffing at the tarmac as he dragged his way towards the jeep.

“This is bullshit. Why does everything seem to become the issue of the 101st? You’d think we were the only damn battalion in the whole ETO,” Lewis grumbled, glaring at Dick who sat with an amused smile on his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re so chirpy about. It’s not like we’re going on vacation.”

“No. I just find it humorous watching you complain.” Dick groaned slightly as Lewis thrust his elbow into his friend's stomach.

“You just keep laughing, Winters.”

“Nixon, may I have a word?” The matron's stern voice caused Josie to turn hastily, hurrying over in her direction.

“Yes Matron,” Josie resisted the urge to salute her, despite neither of them being in the army the Mateon ruled with an iron fist and reminded Josie of how Lewis had described Captain Sobel.

“I need to send some nurses to help at a field hospital in Bastogne, Belgium. Unfortunately, I can’t spare any nurses so I thought I could send some VADs instead. Would you be interested?”

Josie nodded and accepted the Matron's offer, not that the Matron showed any kind of enthusiasm towards the situation.

“Good, you’ll be leaving the hospital tomorrow morning. Be ready to leave at 0700 sharp.”

“George, do ya think you could keep it down? Some of us are trying to get some Goddamn sleep,” Bill's voice squawked from his foxhole causing George to laugh louder.

“For fuck sake!” Bill continued to grumble but George couldn’t contain his laughter, burying his head into Julian’s neck who was spluttering, trying to contain his own giggle.

The loud crouching of boots approaching from behind them caused the pair to pull away, Julian frantically trying to straighten his jacket where George had shimmied his hands inside to keep warm.

“Captain Nixon, Sir,” they both saluted the captain but Lewis just watched them with a bemused grin. The pair sorely saluted him, managing to get away with it as Josie’s close friends so this behaviour was unusual for them.

“Why do I get the feeling that you two are up to something?” Lewis asked, sliding down opposite them in the foxhole. “You look suspicious.”

“What? Us?”

“No!”

“We’re not..”

“I mean..”

“Guys, relax. I’m just messing with you. It’s okay I know about you anyway.” Lewis relaxed, leaning his head back against the cold, icy ground.

The pair opposite him looked confused, George’s chin chattered as he went to speak. “What do you know?”

Julian’s eyes were wide and he resembled Lewis’ dog when she thought she was in trouble for something. Although most of the time Lewis never punished her for anything, he had been besotted with that dog.

“You know? I know… about you two. Josie told me everything. It’s fine,” Lewis smiled at them reassuringly but his confession did nothing to lessen their nerves.

“You know everything? But you know it’s illegal right?” George asked, leaning forward as if Lewis couldn’t hear what they were trying to tell him. “We could be shot!”

Lewis had never seen George Luz so serious and it broke his heart to realise just how worried the pair were about him finding out the truth.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Alright. I swear I won’t say a word. I’m happy for you both, I really am. You mean a lot to Josie, which means you also mean a lot to me too.” Lewis looked at the pair sincerely, reaching his hand forward to shake both their hands, cold fingers brushing against each other in a shaky handshake.

“She did what?” Julian’s face was panicked, he looked at George worriedly, resisting the urge to grab his hand.

“It’s alright. My lips are sealed,” Lewis assured them and felt as much relief as they did when the pair visibly relaxed against each other once more.

“Thank you, Captain Nixon,” Julian spoke up, his pink nose peeking out from beneath the scratchy, brown blanket he was wrapped in.

“Call me Lewis, you’re family after all.”

“I can’t believe she told him,” Julian sighed, tears bubbling in the corners of his eyes ready to overflow. “I trusted her.”

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Don’t cry, okay? We’ll be alright. Captain Nixon is a friend after all. I’m sure it will be okay,” George tried to comfort him, pulling Julian close into his chest and wrapping them both up in the blanket.

“But what if it’s not?” Julian whimpered, his face buried further into George’s neck.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere. Okay? You’re stuck with me.”

Lewis’ numb feet ached as his feet connected with the frozen ground, his legs swinging in long strides as he hurried towards the aid station. Ever since he’d received Josie’s letter informing him of her move to Bastogne he’d been desperate to see her, desperate to hold her, to kiss her.

He passed two wounded soldiers by the front door, one had his arm wrapped in some dirty, grey cloth while the other had an aid kit bandage wrapped around his head. Lewis' feet echoed on the cobbled, stone floor as he marched through the church, his eyes scanning the sea of bodies for any sign of his wife.

“Lewis?” A voice called from behind him. “Lewis, are you hurt? What are you doing here?”

Josie hurried towards him, flinging her arms around his neck. “Josie,” he whispered into her hair, his arms finding their home around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. What are you doing here, Lew?” Josie asked, running her fingers through her husband's dishevelled brown locks as she looked up at him worriedly.

“I came to see you. As soon as I got your letter I had to know you were okay.” Lewis admitted, feeling a little pathetic but also no longer caring, as long as his wife was safe that’s all that mattered.

Shouts from behind them caused the couples to pull apart and Josie hurried towards Eugene who was bringing in another wounded soldier.

“Lewis, I have to go but if you’re still here later then we can talk some more.”

Lewis felt lost as his wife slipped from his arms and ran over to the medic who was already reeling off the man’s condition. Lewis felt out of place here, he was of no use in a hospital but watching as his wife hurriedly applied a bandage he knew that Josie was where she belonged

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#young love and old money #Lewis Nixon x oc #band of brothers #band of brothers oc #Lewis Nixon

[masha-nikita]

How strong is his Mars?- Erich von Manstein

The following entry is not Tarot related so I decided to leave my Tarot side blog alone with this series. I want to make a series on “How strong is his Mars?” to test a theory in Astrology community- you’ve got to have a strong Mars to be competent in the military.

Is that theory true?

Our first gentleman is Erich von Manstein.

First thing to remember- my philosophy on reading charts is the same with my post about Fedor von Bock. Highly recommend you check it out.

The strongest planet in Erich von Manstein’s chart is not Mars, it is his Moon. Von Manstein has incredible intuition where his enemy may land, as if he could REALLY enter their minds and intuit how the enemy force was really thinking and moving. The power of a 12th House Pisces Moon is that it knows no “interpersonal boundaries”, could see a whole division of soldiers move like one single mass, in the same time penetrates the soldiers’ minds individually. It is pretty magical and hard to explain.

This moon is powerfully psychic. Plus, there’s a sextile Neptune supporting this Moon- Neptune dissolves any materiality and drops you straight to the unknown plane, where your subconscious is apt to gather information from that channel. You give him a good team for reconnaissance—it is important, if I should give him anything, I’d prioritize military intelligence over fire power. He could wipe out any enemy forces with soldiers equipped with broom sticks.

If most other Tarot readers have Manstein’s Moon, I’d quit this career very quickly. I don’t fuck with that moon.

However, this moon is one reason why he receives quite a criticism from the YT channel TIK- to paraphrase Thersites the Historian- “one moment he has the most brilliant of strategies, the next moment you’d be like… bro, what are you smoking? THAT SHIT DUMB.” He is bound to get this problem if he wasn’t able to comprehend- BRO, IT IS NOT YOUR SUN SIGN ORIENTED BRAIN DOING YOUR JOB, KNOCK IT OFF; stop pretending you are rational and all!

And yeah, his Virgo Mars is going to like to play rational and perfectionist.

Here, how about his Mars? If Manstein’s Moon is a 10, his Mars falls at about 3 or 4, in my opinion. Any score above 5 is beneficial, below five is “this is doing the native dirty”. Oh this Mars is not strong, it is kinda… really not good.

One reason the Mars is not good, is that it opposites Moon, so this shitty Mars is playing this really unnecessary and petty internal struggles with the best Moon possible. It is like an extraterrestrial civilization drops you an advanced weapon, and somehow you insist on modifying it into a stupid BB gun.

This Mars is too detail-oriented for its own good, and tends to pick apart and tear down the Moon’s wisdom- because “haha I am in an opposition aspect to you so I’m gonna be a bitch, what you’re gonna do about it?”

Manstein’s Virgo Mars is going to be picky and whiny on the battlefield, and it is going to be felt by his staff and war historians more than his sun sign- after all, this Mars is in an adversarial aspect with his strongest planet. The staff who do endless organization works for him probably want to die; he’d frown be like “dude it is easy”, and proceed to fix every detail with 2 mm precision scissors. When he was Von Rundstedt’s chief of staff, it seems Rundstedt liked his staff work.

Well, it is understandable…

All earth sign Mars has poor ability to move fast and improvise, and that includes Virgo. Virgo has delicate hands to handle smaller things, like rifle-size weapons; but bigger Panzers, sorry, this Virgo Mars would pass. Any imperfections would get on this Mars’ nerves and Manstein would hold back a bit to fix some annoying details, all the while his Panzer groups taking losses from Vatutin.

As to why this Mars is not a zero out of 10, is because this Mars receives the same support with the Moon from other beneficial planets like Jupiter and Mercury. He’s got some really annoying decision making process on a fast-pace battlefield, this Mars would make him distrust his Moon, but at least he does everything elegantly, like a sir.

In conclusion, Erich von Manstein, extraterrestrial psychic super power Moon, annoying Mars, an outstanding field marshal.

#wwii germany #3rd reich #wwii #moon #mars #astrology #horoscope #erich von manstein #reichblr #feldmarschall #heer #wehrmacht #How strong is his Mars #astrology community #astrology chart

[thesebooks]

"I Have A Tank - Fuck You" — Your argument is invalid.

Original title: "Panzer Division: the Mailed Fist" by K.J. Macksey (1968)

[yourtongzhihazel]

The ghouls in the blue party will throw you a fucking bone (overdraft fees this time); a bone they can easily and WILL easily take away to distract you or bribe you to go with their fucking genocide.

I know entirely some of you fucking yankees out there is lapping this up. You'd rather have your crumbs and ignore internaitonal crimes against humanity so you can get your own.

Fuck your genocide, got min

Kill yourselves you're no fucking better than the 2nd SS panzer division you fucking genocidal shitheads

[tigermousse]

24.02.2023

Today I woke up at 5 am and had a panic attack. Because exactly one year ago, on 24.02.2022 I woke up too at 5 am in my flat in Kharkiv because of explosions. In less then 15 seconds I've grabbed my coat, boots, backpack with documents (which I packed several days ago) and Mr.Rat. I have only one thought "The war has started". I've never been so afraid in my whole life before. There was a lot of talking about war for months before. We discuss if the war will start and how it will be. Because since 2014 Russia started a war in Donbass region and annexed Crimea, so we were contemplating if it will be like it? It was nothing like it. First night I've spent inside a subway station, so did a lot of citizens from my district due to the fact that not a lot of shelters were fully functional. The sound is spreading on further distances underground, so whole night I've been listening to the sounds of battles in the northern part of Kharkiv region. Only on third day Russian troops reached Kharkiv - on 12 panzer cars - that was all that left from the tank division. They were wiped out till the end of day. And after that rocket attacks and heavy shelling started. Russians understood that they can't take city by storm, so they've decided to destroy it completely. The shelling doesn't stopped till now and probably will last till the end of war. Their targets are civilian houses, living quarters, schools, kindergartens, hospitals, shopping malls, industrial objects, historical objects - pretty much everything. In the spring of 2022 a lot of people choose to live inside subway stations, because it is safer and because some of them have no other place to live - because the largest and most populated living district of Kharkiv - Severnaya Saltovka - was basically destroyed. There isn't any houses that aren't damaged, most of them damaged permanently. Thousands of people lost everything they had. The problem is that Kharkiv situated very close to Russian border. From Kharkiv to Belgorod is only 40 kilometers and the flying time of a rocket is 43 seconds. If the rocket is launched there is no time to seek shelter - you can only hope that you are not the target. If you're inside, you can try to hide in bathroom or in corridor, and if you are outside, you need to fall to the ground immediately - and pray for the best. The audacity of Russia propaganda - they were talking about taking whole Ukraine in the first four days. In the morning of 24.02.22 russian news channels already were telling that large Ukrainian cities - Kharkiv, Odessa, Sumy - are "fallen without a fight and occupied", while russian troops and tanks were burning on their way to Kharkiv and Kyiv. Battle for Mariupol had lasted till May, 2022, and in the process the city was almost completely destroyed by Russian missiles. Suggestively more them 40 000 people were killed. Thousands of now-orphaned children were illegally transported to Russia. You can say that it is not really a war, it is genocide. Since the beginning of war Russia was able to occupy only one regional center - Kherson, which was freed till the end of year 2022. "Russian warship, go fuck yourself" ("Русский военный корабль, иди нахуй" ) was the answer of Ukrainian soldier on Zmiinyi (Snake)Island to the commander of russian cruiser "Moskva" which demanded to surrender or be destroyed. P.S. Later Snake Island returned under the control of Ukraine and cruiser Moskva sank after being shot by Ukrainian rocket Neptun in April 2022

#ukraine #war in ukraine #memories #russian ukrainian war #genocide #Kharkiv #my #personal #Tiger Mousse

[uss-edsall]

If you were in a German Division in Normandy and you weren't in the Panzergruppe West your TO&E was funky as fuck. If you were in PGW then there was only a chance your TO&E was fucked up. If it was you were probably 21st Panzer Division, which is almost as unfortunate as being born German in WWII to begin with

[mechanicalinertia]

STMPD Recommends Bubblegum Crisis Fanfiction: DeadboltDon's Silent Rift

You know how last year, I lost my mind over Most of The Way To The Moon? Reader, I thought that such perfect Bubblegum Crisis fanfiction could never be written in our fallen day and age, that the really good shit was all in the nineties and the aughts, never to return in this decade. That I would have to be a lone soldier writing this stuff. I was wrong, suffice to say.

And now, I have been proven wrong thrice. Both by this fanfiction, and then by CodyLabs' Once Upon A Midnight Launch. As I begin the process of spinning up a new, better fanfiction project, this fact fills me with boundless joy, especially because it gives me something to review that isn't old or weird or horny or Yours Truly 2032.

And it came out of nowhere, too! Only a week old as of the time of writing, and from a user who I knew liked BGC on reddit, DeadboltDon just dropped this puppy, all 50K words or so of it, on us like that. I just found it, just binge-read it, and I am going to tell you, right now, it's time for you to read it too.

Okay, so here's the setup: Megatokyo is a city whose outer districts are absolutely fucking overrun with trash. Waste from electronics, vehicles, Boomers. Even if those wastelands are postapocalyptic nightmares where only the insane and Moorlockish live, that's still a whole lot of waste, a whole lot of things that are, well... one character in this fic calls it 'ungarbage'.

The main cast are scavengers - an ex ADP-jockey, an old guy, an ex-Outrider... and Lou. Yeah. Lou. The Sexaroid we all thought died in Moonlight Rambler. Weird, huh?

Well, things start creepy, that's for sure, when the team brings in the arm off a Knight Saber hardsuit, and then decide to bring it back, because the Sabers to them are living legends, nightmares who'll happily kill them to retrieve said piece. And the Sabers do show up. Sort of. Black hardsuits with silent flechette-throwing crossbows, something that we know aren't the Sabers, can't be, but who are they, then?

Well, Lou and company wind up in ADP custody, only for the Sabers to break them out in an unhinged rampage through the upper parts of the HQ, where Jeena Malso is an absolute fucking unit, and then a horror-movie like scrabble through vaults loaded with dead Boomers coming to life. Things get... dicey. Not to spoil anything, but the people behind the black hardsuits are a) unexpected villains and b) fucking terrifying because of that. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time for the final fight, I'll say that much.

Oh, and there are references! The WKUK's Sex Robot, various types of power armor stuck in the ADP's prototype division (eg. the Kerberos Panzer Cop suit), and a bunch of quotes from an UrbEx handbook. They're welcome. They energize the fic even more than it already crackles with violent life.

I wish I had more to say about this fic, beyond how much you should go and read it right this instant. Instead, I'll say this much: I think we're in the middle of a minor paradigm shift for Bubblegum Crisis fanfiction. My own work, Cody's work, and so on. I might be the guy who keeps coming back to this fandom, maybe most people are writing one-offs, but the fact that a superfan like myself can expect quality work like this as a baseline for BGC fanfic makes me think the future's bright... especially since I know of more than a few people who are working on new fics as we speak.

I say this with the utmost love: If you have a Story Of The Knight Sabers you want to bring to the internet, don't hold back. Give us everything you've got. Now is the time to rise together, to fill up the silent rift with light and noise.

#stmpd reviews bgc fanfic #bubblegum crisis #bgc #fanfic rec #fanfiction

[thothxv]

Sonic R, Blood 2, and Shogo: Mobile Armor Division all came out in 1998.

Blood 2 is a hot mess. Sonic R is an incredible soundtrack paired with a game that is... misguided, and Shogo is... okay, but also kind of a mess.

In 1998, Tenchu: Stealth Assassin released. Tenchu was highly regarded and extremely influential. I tried to play it for the first time a few years back. It does not hold up well. And I'm sorry, but neither does Sonic Adventure.

There are a ton of moderately successful games that were perfectly fine, have some charm, hold a special place in the hearts of their fans, but never saw wider success and probably never will. Gex: Enter the Gecko came out in 1998, and I have heard of people who adore Gex... but there are far less of them then people who don't even know who Gex is (or only know it for the fact that people not knowing who or what Gex is is an important part of one of Scott The Woz's best punchlines). Croc is in a similar boat, although it seems to be a bit better known (also: hi Croc fans. I love you and recognize the importance of Croc. I honor the incredible achievements of Argonaut Software. Please don't hurt me).

Colin McRae Rally is one of the top-grossing videogames in the UK of 1998. It doesn't seem to be a game that a ton of people remember or talk about. Although I'm an American, maybe Colin McRae Rally is still deeply beloved by UK gamers? It just... doesn't seem that way. Most racing games seem to work like sports games, where they get displaced by their sequels and people mostly see no reason to go back to the old ones save for nostalgia except in rare and exceptional cases where the game was amazing or the sequels or spiritual successors really suck. Likewise, one of the top grossing games in Japan that year was a licensed Yugioh game. FIFA 99 and Madden 99 were both very successful, and feel similarly disposable (although I am not a sports game fan, so if someone more knowledgeable comes along and tells me that no actually FIFA and/or Madden 99 is actually the best game in the series, I will have no choice but to believe you).

I am saying all of this to make a point. That point is that middle-of-the-road works, incredibly successful but ultimately disposable releases, and just plain crap exists in every year and probably in every medium (Music? Yes. Books? It's... harder to figure out, release years aren't as emphasized with books).

Why did I pick video games and 1998? Because 1998 is a legendary year in videogames. Widely considered to be one of the best years of all time for videogame releases. And I was not alive in 1998, but looking at the releases it is... very hard to argue with that. Pokemon came to America in 1998. Ocarina of Time released. Metal Gear Solid. F-Zero X. Marvel Vs Capcom. RE2. Street Fighter Alpha 3. Banjo-Kazooie. Spyro. Starcraft. Parasite Eve. Radiant Silvergun. Xenogears. Tekken 3's home release. Panzer Dragoon Saga, Descent: Freespace, Unreal, Symphony of the Night, Rainbow Six, Fallout 2, Grim Fandango, Mario Party, Rogue Squadron, Thief: The Dark Project, Baldur's Gate, Half-Life, and fucking DDR.

That is to say, a definitive classic, a genre defining game, the start of an important series, or two or more of the above in the genres of action-adventure, 2D fighters, 3D fighters, party games, RPGs (Japanese and Western), stealth, horror, platforming, RTS, space combat, FPS (tactical, arena, and narrative-focused), and rhythm games.

So if you talk about how the past was better in a given medium then the present, remember: you're only seeing the best and most popular works. There's a ton of other junk that got buried by time that makes things look better then they are. Even in a year that you can argue really was that good.

#video games #what the fuck is this

[j-a-smiths-blog]

0424 6June23: D-Day. History that is slowly getting erased by people who feel it is not important to understand what sacrifices ancestors went through to ensure our living today is the way it is. It's merely one day we remember as the largest scale amphibious attack ever in history. The combined allied forces made landings on the beaches of the north coast of France advancing on Nazi German positions. Key factors were at play, one notably was the fact that the Panzer Division was not sent it which could have altered the course of history, the outcome of that day.

I could go on for days about history but that's not what this blog is about.

I ran across another Instagram concept that really struck me. I love these posts of women in historic dress carrying a lantern through a morning field or sparse forest. Just something about it is intriguing.

I'm really thinking as a potential challenge, is to find a less fortunate filipina and a filipino especially if they are a young couple and offer them a job. People will be like... your taking advantage or the less fortunate and that fucked up, or your concept will not work...

1. No I am not taking advantage of the less fortunate, in fact I am giving them a job and giving them a chance where otherwise they do not have.

2. The concept may not have the strongest filipino backing but we live in a world where the world is your audience not just the local population. That's where alot of the hatees are claiming my historic films will never work. I get that the Filipinos have a certain genre they enjoy but once I put it on Vimeo or YouTube it goes beyond only having a Filipino backing.

Unfortunately if it catches on to where I do get a following from people outside of the philippines then some of those who said it won't work will all of a sudden want to be my friends and when Filipinos see that none Filipinos are enjoying the fruits of a Filipinos talent they will start following... so it's all about marketing!

[human-antithesis]

Hermit’s Lair https://t.me/Human_Antithesis

Marduk - Infernal Eternal (October 31st, 2000) Country: Sweden Genre: Black Metal

Lineup:

Erik Hagstedt - Vocals

Morgan Håkansson - Guitars

Roger Svensson - Bass

Fredrik Andersson - Drums

Tracklist:

CD1

Panzer Division Marduk - 02:55

Burn My Coffin - 04:25

Baptism by Fire - 03:43

The Sun Turns Black as Night - 03:06

Of Hell’s Fire - 05:18

502 - 03:11

Materialized in Stone - 05:23

Beast of Prey - 04:13

Those of the Unlight - 04:47

Sulphur Souls - 06:23

Dreams of Blood and Iron - 05:59

Fistfucking God's Planet - 03:56

CD2

On Darkened Wings - 04:13

Into the Crypts of Rays (Celtic Frost cover) - 04:08

Still Fucking Dead - 03:17

Slay The Nazarene - 03:55

Departure from the Mortals - 03:36

Legion - 06:58

#Hermit's Lair #Telegram #Marduk #Black Metal #Erik Hagstedt #Morgan Håkansson #Roger Svensson #Fredrik Andersson #Sweden #Celtic Frost #Cover

[pattern-53-enfield]

Maschinegewehrschütze of the 2nd SS Panzer Division “Das Reich” during the retreat from Kharkov.

#machine gunner #MG42 #nazi germany #kharkov parka #uniforms #das reich #2nd ss panzer division #waffen-ss #fuck nazis #historical figures #world war 2

[masha-nikita]

1-9-1939 Fedor von Bock's Diary

Previous diary entries → 01 ／ 02

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Background information of the day-

Wehrmacht launched an operation towards East Prussia. Fedi directed II Army Corps and 10th Panzer division forward as quickly as possible. Soon, the Vistula river bank was cleared for access. Fedi ordered Strauss of the II Army Corps to establish a bridgehead towards Kulm. Britain and France protested at the side whereas Polish bombers attacked here and there. Fedi moved his troops very fast, nobody got hurt.

Fedi wanted to take Kulm and its railroads in order to transport further eastward through Lomza (Poland). Fedi summoned von Kluge on this matter, but Kluge hit a tree and got hospitalized. Literally no fuck given to Kluge, Fedi immediately moved all Kluge’s work load onto Strauss. Poor Strauss.

#wwii germany #3rd reich #fedor von bock #wwii art #fedi #the war diary #wehrmacht #wehrmachtblr #heer

[bantarleton]

Today in 1944 a Wafen SS Panzer Division, 'Das Reich,' massacred 642 men, women and children in Oradour-sur-Glane, France. It Charles de Gaulle ordered that the village be left as a permanent memorial. 

Historical subtext: fuck the Nazis and especially the SS.

[thesebooks]

Reissue: "I Have A Tank - Fuck You" — Well that's one way of settling an argument

Original title: "Panzer Division: the Mailed Fist" by K.J. Macksey (1968)

[frasier-crane-style]

oKAY, I got a few Redbox rental for my birthday, so I decided to pick up Spider-Man: Far From Home, skip all the Disney Channel Original Movie stuff, and see how it stacks up as a pure Spider-Man movie. Which is not easy, because they’re in full Marvel movie mode, and every two minutes there’s a wacky aside or a sight gag or something. It’s not even Peter making jokes, which would be in-character. It’s just banter about Happy’s password being Password and stuff. There’s not one wholly dramatic scene in this movie, it has this Epic Movie sense of humor where something ‘hilarious’ is always defusing the tension. Like, all that’s missing is Leslie Nielsen being the tour guide.

1. Mexico. Mysterio has used ‘Sandman’ (confusingly referred to as a ‘cyclone with a face’--and then Spider-Man never even fights him) to destroy a town. I gotta say--if Mysterio has the ability to pull off no-bullshit terror attacks... yeah, the Sandman is fake, but the damage is real... why not just do that? It seems like there are a ton of evil organizations who would pay him loads of money.

2. Also, Mysterio is really not shy about lowering the dome and showing his face. Wouldn’t a quick facial recognition scan, of the kind that you’d think Nick Fury would run all the time, ID him as Quentin Beck? And even if he’s going “hey, that’s my double, I’m from an alternate universe,” shouldn’t Nick Fury be a bit suspicious that the double of this mysterious new superhero is a disgruntled and unstable Stark employee?

3. By the way, I know the twist is that Nick Fury is really a Skrull and that’s why he’s so incompetent--telling Peter to take his mask off in front of fucking Mysterio--but Nick Fury left a Skrull playing him, so... who’s that on? You’d think any given Agent of SHIELD would do better.

4. First action scene. Hydroman attacks Venice and is defeated by Mysterio, with Spider-Man slightly assisting. He’s left his costume back at the hotel, so he does this while using a Venetian mask to disguise himself. Hilariously, he quickly takes this off to, yes, show us his face. (Also, I guess no one notices that Not!Spider-Man is wearing the exact same clothes and has the exact same body type as Peter.) He also doesn’t make any quips besides referring to himself as “really strong and sticky.” Being awkward is not a one-liner, movie. 

5. Also, others have pointed out that this Spider-Man seems more concerned about saving property than saving lives, and it must be said that for much of this fight, Peter is trying to stop a belltower from collapsing, with no sign that he’s buying time for people to evacuate it or anything. Sure, it’s a worthy goal and all, but I have to ask how much good patching a belltower up with webbing is going to do? It’ll dissolve in an hour and then where are you? Does he really think the authorities will be able to fix it up before then? Seems like he would be better served letting it collapse and attacking Hydroman to keep him from doing more damage.

6. You ever notice how movie characters always refer to sleeping pills and such as ‘a mild sedative’? Naut Fury shoots Ned/Ganke with a dart that instantly knocks him out, then calls it “a mild tranquilizer.” Christ, what would a strong tranquilizer do, put him in a coma for ten years?

7. Man, it’s weird how inconsistent this movie is with basic characterization. Peter turns down saving the world because Spider-Man being seen in Europe might give away his identity, but he’s also blase about taking off his mask in front of Nick Fury and co. And Tom Holland walking around unmasked really makes it obvious that his suit is a CGI effect that his head is awkwardly hovering on top of. I guess just putting someone in a costume is a lost art.

And I’m not even watching this on Blu-Ray. This is a DVD, because Redbox is shit and, even though their e-mail said the promo code was good for a Blu-Ray, apparently I can only use it for a DVD. Thanks, thanks for ruining my special day. Prats.

8. I know the whole EDITH thing has been meta’d elsewhere, but I just want to point out that Stark Enterprises has a ‘global defense network’. With drones and backdoors into every telecommunications company. Imagine if Microsoft announced that, oh, hey, we have a Panzer division. I guess Stark Enterprises is a PMC now? I thought they went into clean energy. Apparently they still make weapons, but now they... hoard them to use for their own purposes? Not creepy at all. Like, Marvel does realize they are writing an evil megacorporation here, right?

9. Oh, now we’re just getting aggressively stupid. Peter is met by a SHIELD agent who insists that he strip to change into an alternate, non-Spider-Man suit (so I guess, after an action scene where he’s in civilian clothes, now we’re going to get one where he’s in this spy costume. Yeah, I hate seeing Spider-Man in a Spider-Man movie.) I’m not sure why he has to do this now instead of simply putting the suit in his backpack. I’m also not sure why he has to strip in front of her. He doesn’t even try to go somewhere private to change and she doesn’t say anything like “Why are you taking off your clothes in front of me like a retard? Go around the corner or something, fuckwit.” It’s all to set up a scene where Peter gets seen by his (sigh) rival for MJ’s heart, who takes a cell phone picture, leading us to... well, leading me to wonder why they couldn’t have put a little more thought into staging this scene so it was slightly believable? Like he could have trouble putting it on in private, the female agent could go to check on him, and Random Non-canon Character could stumble in on them that way. But anyway.

10. With literally insane ease, Peter designates Brad a target and EDITH launches a drone strike on him. For various ridiculous reasons, Peter can’t just say abort, so he eventually distracts EVERYONE by saying there are baby mountain goats, webs the drone while no one is looking, and--that works. No one notices.

Man, that’s some fucking weaksauce.

11. I’m fast-forwarding a bunch, but we seem to spend a lot of time on Peter trying to get his friends out of harm’s way for the upcoming fight scene in Prague, only for them to end up in harm’s way. For the second action sequence in a row. It seems like he could’ve succeeded and then just been trying to rescue normal civilians instead of people he knows personally, but then I guess we couldn’t have Ned and Betty/Gwen providing odious comic relief every other moment. Like, shit, Marvel, if you like dumb jokes so much, why don’t you just get Mike and the Bots to riff your movie? That’s pretty much what you’re doing anyway.

12. Peter’s new costume has no fingers on the gloves, so he’s leaving his prints everywhere. And then after the fight is over, the first thing he does is unmask and go out to get a drink with an also unmasked Mysterio in a crowded bar (hilariously, it literally turns out to be full of enemies who mean him harm). Jesus, movie, does he care about his secret identity or not? 

13. Also, again, no quips from Spider-Man. And I thought the watchword for this corner of the MCU was that he was a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Now he’s fighting giant monsters? Yeah, even if it’s a con job, it’s a con job that could potentially kill millions of people. Doesn’t that seem like absurdly high stakes, considering? Remember the first Spider-Man movie, when the only stakes at the climax were Peter saving a bus full of kids and MJ? Would that really have been better if there’d been another five million buses the Green Goblin was threatening to drop?

14. We’re doing the whole “does Peter want to be Spider-Man or not?” story again. It’s weird how markedly inferior this take on that is to Spider-Man 2. This Spider-Man has a whole spy network and AI satellites backing him up (which doesn’t stop him from remarking that Mysterio is “the only one he can talk to about superhero stuff,” as if fifty people don’t know who he is). Maguire’s Spider-Man’s life was genuinely shitty because of his superheroing; he couldn’t be with the woman he loved! This Spider-Man... can’t mack on the girl that he inexplicably has a crush on out of nowhere. Not exactly the stuff of great drama.

15. Pause to point out what a naked plot device Tony giving Peter EDITH is. He couldn’t give it to Pepper? Rhodey? Steve? Like... anyone who’s more emotionally mature and experienced? It’s just a ridiculous conceit. Supervillains literally target Peter specifically because he possesses EDITH. Way to put the crosshairs on a sixteen-year-old boy, Tony ‘Depraved Indifference’ Stark.

16. “To my very wealthy crew!” Okay, so I guess Beck isn’t just doing this for the satisfaction of being a fake superhero, he sees this as enriching him and his henchmen somehow? How? It’s not like Captain America or Scarlet Witch are fabulously wealthy. I could see Stark as paying for their room and board and giving them an expense account, but that doesn’t seem worth going to the trouble of this whole Mysterio business for. Like I said, once you have the power to pull off fake/not-fake terror attacks, that’s a golden ticket already. Why couldn’t he do shit like Le Chiffre was doing in Casino Royale, playing the stock market with his fake catastrophes? 

16a. And okay, so you say the whole Mysterio thing was just to con EDITH off of Peter. If they’re already able to pull off these terror attacks, how much more can EDITH do for them? It’s like, you already have essentially unlimited resources as far as the story’s concerned--why do you need EVEN MORE unlimited resources?

16b. And is Mysterio going to be a real superhero or fake? Like, is he potentially going to fight Thanos or someone? Because if he is, the whole Elemental thing seems like an unnecessary risk. Just find some HYDRA guys, go to town on them, bang, you’re a superhero. And if you’re going to be a fake Avenger--well, what do you do when Thanos shows up? Call in sick?

17. So in his new, definitely Miles Morales suit, Peter has the ability to send out a destructive electric charge. A venom blast. He has a venom blast. Man, they’re not even trying to hide that this is white Miles Morales, are they? 

18. To damn with faint praise, I thought the drone swarm was a good ‘real-world’ explanation of Mysterio’s power set and the ‘nightmare’ sequence was a good use of them, although it’s just the usual hallucinatory imagery you’d expect from someone with an illusion gimmick, not something as groundbreaking as the Raimi movies offered. Coincidentally, this is also the one action sequence in the movie where Peter’s in his classic costume, and that’s only an illusion Mysterio puts over his dumb Night Monkey suit. 

I also think Peter being able to survive being hit by a train more or less uninjured--he just needs a few stitches!--is a bit much, but then, that happened in Spider-Man 2.5 as well. And there they made a big deal of Peter and Ock trying to avoid getting hit by trains, so arguably that was more egregious. 

And it’s weird to have such a self-aware, genre-savvy villain just assume Peter is dead. It seems like he could’ve at least sent someone to the next station to confirm his death, or even had someone waiting there, if his plan all along was to hit Peter with a train. (Also, I’m pretty sure train conductors stop the train when they hit someone, but maybe that’s only an American thing.)

19. By the end, Mysterio decides to drop the whole illusion thing to frame Spider-Man for the drones (Peter’s friends are also put in danger yet again. Three times in one movie! That’s basically every action sequence that really happens!). I’d think disorienting people with invisible drones would be an advantage you wouldn’t want to just get rid of, but he’s the supervillain, not me. Noticeably, this plan hinges on him dying and posthumously ruining Spider-Man’s life, so...

20. Also, I complained about this with Captain Marvel, but if you’re doing a two-hour movie with a supposed character arc for Peter, shouldn’t that have something to do with him winning? He pretty much only wins because the power of spider-sense which he arbitrarily received arbitrarily works for him after arbitrarily not working for a while... and if this is some kind of confidence-powered superpowers, I should note that Spider-Man 2 already did Peter losing his powers because of losing confidence and it depicted him getting them back much more effectively. This Peter I guess only needs a pep talk from Happy Hogan.

21. I mean, couldn’t they bullshit something about hacking EDITH--you know, Peter using his wits since that’s what supposedly makes him ‘the next Iron Man’--maybe turning the tables on Mysterio with a con job of his own, instead of just winning because he happens to have an illusion-proof superpower on top of a billion-dollar supersuit and a literal global defense network? Spider-Man has a global defense network, y’all. How can you lambaste Man of Steel for making Superman dark and broody and then think Iron Man Peter Parker is a good take on the character? Geez.

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