#Landra

[nahavaras]

Meet the newcomers

[9misoundsystem]

Nos juntamos de nuevo por y para la justicia, la paz y la libertad del pueblo palestino. El Domingo 3 de diciembre, en la Sala Nueva Revuelta, diversos colectivos y artistas de la terreta unimos fuerzas para recaudar fondos que irán destinados a la ayuda humanitaria a través de @fundacioncapp. Con la colaboración de @bdspv y personas afines al movimiento, esta edición especial de Dub Club Alicante #34, X Aniversario, Domingos al Sound, no dejará indiferente a nadie ante el genocidio en la Franja de Gaza.

Sonorizado por Tonkawah SS y Stipa Roots Hi-Fi.

De 10:00h a 20:00h.

I-Tal arroset para comer

Si no puedes asistir, pero quieres colaborar, hemos puesto a disposición entradas de fila 0.

Todos los beneficios obtenidos, destinados a la ayuda humanitaria. +info en cartel

Anticipadas y fila 0: https://entradium.com/es/events/7-aniversario-dub-club-alicante-evento-benefico-palestina

[buggybuggs]

Night shifts are fun if you have someone to spend your smoke break with

ID/ a digital drawing of Landra and Imp sitting outside of their workplace on their smoke break. Landra lays on a ledge as she hangs her upper body down and looks at Imp with her hands behind her head and a vape in her mouth. Imp sits below her on the ground, a cigarette between her fingers as she holds her phone in her other hand, looking to the side as she talks about something. The tone of the drawing is very dark and blue.

Landra is a honduran white bat monster girl with a black mullet with the front dyed blue. She wears her work uniform, a red collared shirt with blue slacks. Imp is a purple and pink colored imp girl who has four large braids that go from dark blue to pink with bangs between her small curly horns. She wears a dark blue polo with her tummy poking out from the bottom, with magenta slacks and black dress shoes for her work uniform./ END ID

[mastersoftheair]

So just to clear the air (and I guess my massive confusion) Harry never slept with Sandra, correct? I gotta say I need to read his memoir at this point as he is so intriguing to me, as well as masters of the air book, but like you said it���s a “blink and miss it” thing. I didn’t interpret it as anything more than having a few friendly conversations. It was more about emotional infidelity to me than physical, but given the circumstances and that exact heartbreaking point in time for Harry I can’t find it in me to blame either of them.

for me, ig i'm coming at my position from a place of bias. i'd read crosby's "a wing and a prayer" sometime in either 2021 or 2022 (those years blend together tbh), so i've had a lot of time to think about those 2 and their relationship and i lean towards "yeah, it likely happened" (this is a long response btw bc i'm quoting from the memoir):

crosby introduces his new friend, alexandra "landra" wingate (aka sandra westgate), in the chapter "learning about americans from the british" (this chapter was basically what we see in episode 6). moving on from this tho–

in the chapter "with landra in london", he expands on their growing relationship and the reader learns more about landra (she is genuinely Such an interesting person, and probably a spy). crosby writes about her with such admiration, regularly bringing up how smart she is. also, she's a captain!

this chapter's pretty important in how i formed my opinion on the matter. i understand the argument that the closeness of their relationship was intentionally left vague, but this chapter reads in a way that makes it feel Heavily implied despite not saying a lot (especially alongside crosby's emphasis on his wife jean being "four thousand miles away", as well as his own loneliness and despair wrt to all the missing and dead). there are some standout lines here:

-"I had Jean at home and Landra in England." (not a red flag, but it's a flag) -"I started seeing Landra every time I could." (cool) -"All I knew was that [Landra] was making my life much more endurable." (also cool) -"I did not tell Jean about Landra." (the last sentence of the chapter. it gave me pause and almost instantly reshaped the way i viewed that whole chapter)

the next chapter, "r&r with jean", crosby recalls how much the war took a toll on both him and his relationships. for a time, jean wrote more letters to croby than the other way around ("I began to skip writing to her."). i assume crosby must've been radiating Exceptionally negative energy bc he gets told this: "Croz, we can't stand to have you around. We want you back, but we want you to go home for a while." (i found the phrasing here really funny tbh. your vibes Suck! just Get Out of here!!)

so, crosby contemplates seeing jean again, wondering how both of them may have changed. he also brings up landra, for Some Reason: "What would I think of her? Protected in the States as she was, how would she compare to Landra? Now that I had grown so much, had such experiences, how would Jean and I fit together?"

the rest of the chapter Is about meeting and catching up with jean, however, and you can tell that he loves her a Ton. it's very sweetly written (he also basically ends the chapter saying "btw, we conceived our first child ;) ")

the final chapter about landra is "london junket" which begins with "When I returned from the United States and my idyll with Jean, I knew I had to do something about Landra." i think that sentence alone is pretty damning. if landra was just a friend, why would you be anxious about calling a friendship off? is it a guilt thing?

the context here is that crosby feels Far less lonely and depressed. he's met up with jean, life in london is finally "a delight". i found that important bc it gives me the impression that crosby desperately wanted companionship (possibly of two kinds), and he found that in landra– a friend and a maybe a [REDACTED]. now that he's having a great time with his friends in the 100th And he's met up with his wife, that itch's been scratched (that's just my opinion tho). bc of that, he decides to say goodbye to landra. they have this exchange:

"When a month passed after you were to return, and you did not phone me," she said, "I suspected that it was over. You found things good with Jean?" I told her about R&R in the U.S. I told her more about Jean. I told her about Stephen Patrick, Jeffrey Allen, or Evalyn. "When I realized you were gone," she said, "I no longer said no to a nice American at my office. I have been with him several times. I like him." (interesting) "I’m glad." (also interesting) "He is not married, He is not so dashing as you, but we have good times together." Me "dashing"? That was not my self-image. So much for Landra."

all put together (and with over 2 years to think about it), i Really kinda saw That Scene coming. but, like i said, i had that bias. and since i'd had a good amount of time to think about them, i came out the other end still excited to see them on screen. i found (and still find) landra a fascinating woman who must've had an exciting life (crosby's okay too ig lol). i also see them as a couple of imperfect, even selfish, 20somethings (speaking as an imperfect and selfish 20something). not to be corny, but "it takes 2 to tango". landra is Very intelligent, and crosby recounts how that aspect of hers left him in awe. she'd've 100% known the guy was married. and if signs point to her having had sex with the man, then she either made peace with it or simply didn't care (a lot of women are like that). plus, they're real people and real people contain multitudes idk. maybe some wife somewhere across the atlantic is hard to care about if you've never met her and never will. maybe it's hard to consider your wife's feelings in the midst of your own misery. a female character doesn't have to be wholesome and pure to be considered well-written. that certainly doesn't apply to most male characters. like you said, no one is perfect!

maybe, crosby left it vague out of respect to his wife. maybe it's vague bc nothing happened anyway (funny way to write it tho). maybe the wingate family wanted to avoid association with MotA bc it Literally didn't happen. or maybe they know it happened, but want to keep her name clean out of respect (who wants one brief relationship that happened 80 yrs ago to define you/your loved one decades later? that's 100% understandable). whichever the case, even crosby's kids are in a 50/50 split. i still lean towards "it happened", but it doesn't make me dislike either of them. they're flawed and i can respect that more than the show portraying either as picture perfect.

NONE of this is to say that i'm cool with cheating (or giving a "world war cheating pass", so to speak). while i find it realistic, it still wouldn't have been fair to jean, whether she knew about it or not (being a woman in the 1940s wasn't easy by any stretch). this Also isn't to dismiss anyone else's opinion on the matter, bc cheating on your partner is still a shitty thing to do. this whole spiel of mine is bc i like to share my opinions and i'm allergic to being concise. i write like i talk and on all levels except physical, anon, i'm giving you a long-winded rant over coffee and croissants lol

thanks for the ask!

[illusivesoul]

"Don't look now, Eleanor, but I think the girl has a crush on your lass"

[nuttersinc]

Happy New Year, have some New Year fic!!!

This will be our Year (Merthur, Explicit)

Set in my 1960s hippie AU but can be read as a standalone:

It's New Year's Eve 1968 and Arthur's suffering through having to watch Morgana matchmake Merlin with every single girl in the room. Luckily for him, Merlin has a surprise in store...

Five New Year’s Eves and One New Year Day (or: The New Year's Day Rebellion) (Merthur, Explicit)

Merlin and Arthur don't get off on a good start when they first meet at Morgana's posh New Year's party: A literally eyeopening game of Truth or Dare later, they both are glad they won't be seeing each other again.

Until next year, that is. And the year after that...

*-*

My New Year's spin on "Fives Times plus one", featuring more geeky references than anyone might be able to spot and two idiots in love.

[clevervonskelli]

Will forever be wondering why the hell they changed Subaltern Alexandra M. 'Landra' Wingate to Subaltern Alexandra M. 'Sandra' Westgate.

[cult-of-the-moon]

Pelipper Mail: the vowels in your name, A Togedemaru named Shock & a plushie of a shiny Midnight Lycanroc

I found them while I was out and thought you'd like them!

Oh, thank you :)

[kevinnance]

Landra Lewis © 2023 by Kevin Nance

(Landra Lewis giving a talk on Native American spirituality at Raven Run Wildlife Refuge, Lexington, Kentucky)

[vigilskeep]

fascinated by the question of who knows gay cousland is gay. (for simplicity of writing, this is based on m!cousland, but i assume a similar question applies for the ladies.) fergus canonically already knows, you just have to mention you’re meeting someone tonight and he instantly knows whether it’s some guy or some girl. your brother knows you too well whether you like it or not and he’s not going to let a little thing like u being a man stop him beating up a man who treats u wrong. oriana is also in that conversation so if she didn’t know before, she sure knows now! however if you sleep with a guy and then when the massacre starts tell your mother that guy was murdered, she gives you a slightly confused, “lady landra’s son?”, audibly having no idea why he might have been in your room. is this just because you don’t update your mother on your hookups or does she not know altogether? it doesn’t sound like she can guess why he might have been there, though admittedly the line is probably the same for girl couslands who slept with that guy. she also at no point dissuaded her friend lady landra, who clearly thinks you’re straight and is in fact weirdly invested in that. maybe your mother’s just respecting your privacy. but maybe you’re not out to her at all. is the sea wolf an ally case unclear

[nahavaras]

Dark Oak

[buggybuggs]

Landra!! The Honduran White Bat >:) she likes to mix drinks, steal, and look for aliens through her telescope

[cult-of-the-moon]

Sure why not thank you

Someone sent me all this wooloo wool last night and a friend of mine said to send it to you

Pelipper mail 10 pounds of nicely vacuum sealed wooloo wool so it doesn't take up space

- Landra (@cult-of-the-moon)

Woah!? Thank you so much! I'm glad that word for around, friend :)

I will definitely be able to make some great pieces with these!

Would you like a plush in return? I'll be happy and honoured to provide!

[mastersoftheair]

Hi there, do you know what was the real Landra/Sandra Westgate's job?

this question has a very ambiguous answer, but you can check out @mercurygray's post here for a great answer!

additionally (from this reddit thread):

[thatsrightice]

THE GREAT ‘GATOR COUP

aka that one time the navigators of the 100th BG “got rid” of Crosby’s intended replacement as Group Navigator because they thought he was actually insane, as told by Harry Crosby in his memoir, A Wing and a Prayer

“As I saw it after my study at Oxford, Bennett and Jeffrey had changed the 100th from its original hot fly-boy individuals to 20th-century work-together warfare. From Romanticism to neo-Classicist. History in the making.

I was tired of being part of history. I wanted to go home. Let the new guy take over.

The replacement on tap for me was a captain named Leafy Hill. That is really not his name because I have resolved never to reveal the true names of officers and enlisted men whom I did not admire. War does bad things even to good people. Many of the misfits, the incompetent, the exploitive, and the cowardly whom I met at Thorpe Abbotts have gone on to put together good lives, have had good jobs and good families. I choose not to reopen old wounds.

Leafy thought he was the Group Navigator from the day he walked onto the base. He immediately scheduled himself as the command navigator on the next mission. I hit the sky and stormed into Jeff's office.

"Even command pilots fly high squadron lead on their first missions. I want to know what Leafy Hill can do before I put him up in front."

This was my first encounter with Jeff. He smiled, and talked with me the same way Charlie Via did, Virginia talk.

"Okay, don't pull the hoose down. The 100th is flying low in the wing. In the nose with a good lead crew navigator, he can't foul up too much."

When the planes came back, the crew with whom Leafy had flown were wild.

"The guy is off his rocker. He yelled over intercom all during the mission. From takeoff to landing." The crew navigator was shaken.

"That screwball actually wanted us to abort when we were on the bomb run. I think he wanted to make the run alone so he could get some kind of medal. I won't fly with him again."

I checked Leafy's log. His ETA's and routes were a tangle of misinformation. He claimed to have seen fighters and flak not reported by any other navigators.

I read the lead crew pilot's official report: "A five-hour trip. Major Rosenthal was command pilot and Captain Hill went along as second navigator. The mission was good as far as the leading went, but Captain Hill screwed up our bomb run. Our navigator gave me a 68-degree heading from the Initial Point to the target which would have been swell, but Leafy said the target was at one o'clock and the bombardier swung over as he ordered. Then he saw the target back at ten o'clock. By the time he got his course correction killed his rate was over and we messed up the run. So that's what one man can do to mess up the works."

In no time every navigator at Thorpe Abbotts was sure that Captain Leafy Hill was nuts.

But I could go home if he became the Group Navigator.

I did not have to solve the problem myself.

I was long overdue for a pass, and I decided that a London trip to see Landra Wingate might clear my head.

When I returned to the base, I heard quite a story.

One of the really great command navigators, Stewart Gillison, decided after he finished his tour that he wanted to stay in England. I welcomed him into Group Headquarters as my chief assistant. I could trust him with briefings.

Stew was not your normal guy. Under the circumstances of war, none of us were exactly level on course, but Stew was really something. At night, when he went to bed, instead of turning out the light, he shot it out with his 45 revolver. The ceiling of his room looked like a sieve, and the batman had to put in a new bulb every day.

When I got back from London, Leafy Hill was gone.

Stew had assigned Leafy Hill to fly as fill-in navigator with a crew Stew himself had flown with before he became lead. The crew flew out on the mission and came back.

Except that Leafy Hill was not with them.

When I asked Stew Gillison what happened to Leafy Hill, he said with deference unusual for him, "Major Crosby, I suggest that you don't ask."

I did ask. The pilot wouldn't tell me. The bombardier wouldn't tell me. But the copilot did.

Stew, their former navigator, instructed the crew what to do.

After the target when the group was at the R.P, a gunner called out, "We've been hit!"

That part of it was true, but that was standard. To some degree, we were almost always hit by flak over the target. Sometimes it hit the crew, and we died or we got Purple Hearts, but usually the flak only jarred the plane.

"We really weren't hit at all. The pilot only waggled the wings." The copilot continued the story.

This is what he said happened.

"Okay, pilot to crew, prepare to bail out. See you in Stalag."

"Roger, pilot." This was a chorus from the entire crew.

The pilot rang the alarm bell.

Whoosh! Out went, not all ten of the crew, but just Leafy Hill. He wasn't in on the joke.

When I heard the story I thought it was funny.

Leafy spent the rest of the Air War in Europe in a prison camp, wondering what happened to the rest of the crew.

And I spent the rest of the Air War in Europe as Group Navigator of the Bloody 100th.”

[clevervonskelli]

I can take them making the Crosby/Landra thing explicit (even when keeping it vague would have been very doable and truer to his own memoir) but him pushing her about what she actually was doing was annoying. The call we'll see next week is fine, but whining about it in a pub instead of just being like "haha pretty sure my badass former-roomate is a spy, crazy times we live in, ammirite?" rubbed me the wrong way.