#WWII headcanon

[beachszn]

ronald speirs • black and white

[bettsfic]

okay so i saw The Bikeriders today and i knew i wouldn't be normal about this movie and even though my expectations were impossibly high it exceeded them. i was happy for it to just be a cool movie for the sake of being a cool movie, toxic masculinity ultraviolence whatever, and it was but with Jodie Comer's character narrating about what fucking idiots all these macho biker dudes are. it's like if a woman narrated Fight Club while constantly pointing out how stupid Fight Club is

also, most of it was filmed near where i live and it was so exciting seeing places i recognized! it's been all over the news for weeks

things i loved about it:

protective older woman/loose cannon younger man

lowkey romantic stalking

a relationship suspiciously close to a throuple, by which i mean protective older woman goes to war against possessive older man, re: their mutual intense love for loose cannon younger man. and that's not even subtext that's just text

hot sadboy who doesn’t talk much and is so cool he doesn’t know how cool he is

british people doing midwestern accents

NO PLOT, god bless. just stuff happening and a lot of gay tension building

accurate portrayals of the aftermath of the vietnam war

accurate portrayals of mid-century small-town life

accurate portrayals of men being fucking pathetic

things i did not love about it:

for the love of god please wear a helmet

idk man it's just a whole-ass movie about how vietnam changed the very definition of masculinity, and that awkward era between wwii and vietnam when guys were rebellious for the aesthetic, rebel without a cause shit, twinks in leather jackets manhood. the movie even points that out, like they're so against rules but then they make all these rules for their silly little biker gang because they're bored. and then allll these vets come home from a war nobody wanted and they're actually rebelling, full anti-establishment, and there's just no more honor anymore because everybody's broken. which is all to say, somebody please come into my ask and be insane about this movie with me.

anyway i'm seeing it again tomorrow and i have already started an ot3 fic goodbye

[alicefromwhichplanet]

WWII tfa Humanformers Headcanon: Channel World

I got this idea when I was binge watching German war films two months ago (still watching more and more now). I easily came up with a human version of Blitzwing (he’s German, anyway), and then I assigned positions/ nationalities to other tfa characters I made as the main cast in my fiction Heroic Nonsense.

Characters/Relationships:

Blitzwing/Bumblebee

Megatron/Optimus Prime

Strika/Lugnut

The background:

After the war, the Cybertronians became quite conceited and joked about humans’ lives being too short and easy. Sari just made a machine/game that can provide users with immersive experiences as humans in a certain era. She decided to let her friends try human life back in 1944.

The Cybertronians were assigned random roles on earth in 1944 (based on their original identities…). They have video calls once in a while in a special comm link in the game, which they later call “Channel World”, because they’re calling from different parts of the world.

Blitzwing:

Blitzwing is of course thrown into the worst case scenario. He is at the East front, retreating… as a 19-year-old German soldier. He squeaked a lot, wet his pants, ran away and was dragged back, saw many deaths and injuries and was captured by Strika’s troops and let go, because it was Strika that caught him. He cried on the phone to Bumblebee saying he missed him, but refused to stop the game, because he didn’t want to be seen as a coward.

Bumblebee:

Bumblebee is assigned to South America as a Mexican boy, 17. He was quite contented with his identity first, but after seeing Blitzwing’s situation he was desperate to go and meet his lover. He signed up for Mexican Air Forces that fought for the Allies with great efforts, only to find himself bombing Blitzwing’s side…

Strika:

Strika was assigned to Soviet Union. The reason being that she reminds me of experienced Red Army women soldiers with her characterization… She is a leader of a squad, 24 or 25. Fought bravely to Berlin. Captured a German soldier (Blitzwing). But he ran away ( she let him go).

Megatron:

Almost no doubt Megatron was made a high ranked Soviet official, in his 30s, and in the battlefield as well. This is because in tf g1 there is an implication of Decepticons being the Soviet side of the Cold War. Megatron and Strika will be a crucial factor why Blitzwing survived in the POW camp after the war ended.

Optimus:

Of course. He’s an American soldier. White male, 28 or 29. Optimus is closest to the position of an observer. His humanoid character is almost like the “default mode”. He went to Europe to attend the war with his friend Lugnut.

Lugnut:

African American soldier, only a little younger than Optimus. Also fought in the war and laughed at his best friend on Cybertron Blitzwing when he got too immersed and called him “American scum” on video call. Will join civil rights movements in US after the war.

I may put this idea into fiction, or maybe will just post random short stories under this au. It requires a lot of historic backgrounds and I’m still lacking time now. But later. Anything can happen. Let’s call it Channel World AU.

[cmspeirs]

Band of Brothers Headcanons: What music they’d be listening to

(+ Playlists and absolutely historically inaccurate)

A/N: Hey! So here’s my first BoB headcanon - I hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if this is rather short. Let me know if you’d like to see other characters in those or have any requests :) I also spent way too much time making several playlists for them, I’ll link them for you at the end if you wanna listen to them!

{Dick Winters}

• Classical. Music.

• Can list you every thing that Bach or Vivaldi ever published, but with the backstories

• I just picture him closing his eyes and sighing very loudly whenever he listens to something he loves

• Will dance to old Jazz music until the sun comes up, and says the day after that it was a really wild night

• Also listens A LOT to Lana (would never admit it)

• Secretly gossips and argues over her online. Tries to keep it a secret but his username is “DickDelRey101”

{Lewis Nixon}

• Classic Rock all the way

• I’m talking Bob Dylan, Rolling Stones, ACDC…

• “Paranoid - Black Sabbath” was his wedding song

• When he gets home he falls into the old chair next to the record player with a bottle of whiskey already waiting

• He’s always like “I need this music to calm down, don’t you understand???” and absolutely means it

• Drives the car only to listen to “Enter Sandman” and wear sunglasses while he does (windows all the way down, volume max)

• 100% certified Dad music

{Ronald Speirs}

• This mans music is all over the place

• Just like my feelings for him lol

• But mostly listens to a lot of old music???

• Like 40s to 60s, also a big fan of Elvis and Johnny Cash

• Literally has pictures of them hanging in the doorway

• Always says he doesn’t care about things like music, but will make a playlist for every one he meets with songs that remind him of them

• I swear to everything music would be one of his love languages - he’d absolutely remember every song you ever liked

• Turns the radio louder randomly to songs with the explanation “saw you smiling to that with your morning coffee last week”

{Donald Malarkey}

• Listens to a whole lot of sad songs - and I’m talking about gut wrenching, laying on the bathroom floor kind of sad

• Also somehow into Grunge??

• At least three Radiohead songs in every one of his playlists

• The Smiths is his happy music

• When his favorite Pink Floyd Record is on he listens to it all day. He runs to push the play button again every time it stops.

{Joe Toye}

• 100% an alternative Rock / Nu Metal kind of guy

• Would have Deftones playing all day

• Also listens to Bloodhound Gang a lot lol (The song “Jackass” is his anthem!!!)

• Just imagine him sitting in the garage with Guarnere, drinking beer while an old Limp Bizkit vinyl is on

• He thinks it’s the greatest thing of all time that bands began to combine Rap with Hardcore

• In terms of that - definitely a fan of Deez Nuts, Hollywood Undead or Linkin Park

• “Band of Brothers - Deez Nuts” is literally his favorite song

{George Luz}

• Unironically listens to the Soundtrack of Oklahoma

• It just puts a smile on his face every time he hears it - takes him back to the news of the musical still on broadway back in war

• Also loves & defends Tom Lehrer to death

• He knows every song from him by heart and always sings the loudest

• Will randomly sing his favorite songs throughout the day, which makes everyone shake their head but deep down they all love it

• He’s almost afraid of sad music

• He aspires to be Ricky Nelson in another life

{Eugene Roe}

• Similar to Malarkey, but doesn’t cry to those songs

• Just sits in silence with a cigarette between his fingers, staring into the nothingness while thinking about his time with Easy

• “Feels like a movie” - songs were made for him

• When he listens to Elton John or Billy Joel you know he’s in a happy mood

• Is also the anonymous person Winter argues with online about Lana

• DickDelRay101 replied: Are you clinically insane? How could you deny it’s her best album? Did you even listen to it?

• Absolutely knows that it’s Winters and accidentally called him Sir when he replied (several times)

{Joe Liebgott}

• Hear. Me. Out. He’s a pop punk & grunge boy all the way

• Has a big collection of thrifted vinyls (if you can’t find him, search at the next thrift market)

• Puts on Nirvana or the Offspring and just lays on his bed while smoking a whole pack of cigarettes

• Room full of ripped band posters and at least one guitar (but can’t play, although he says he can)

• 10/10 would’ve lived in a skatepark in another life

• Also really into Old school HipHop, loves the Beastie Boys

• Accidentally went to a New Kids on the Block concert once. Said he hated it but stayed until the very last minute.

{David Webster}

• Would also listen to classical music

• But it would just be for people to think he’s very intellectual, actually can’t stand it

• In reality really into slow and soft love songs

• Listens to Vera Lynn on a daily basis and happily admits that he cries to her songs. Always speaks of “Our Vera.”

• When he listens to “There’ll always be an England” he suddenly gets an English accent.

• The Fleetwoods is his favorite band

• Tries to listen to Pop Punk because he knows Joe loves it, but he absolutely hates it

• “There’s no emotion Joe!!”

• “For fucks sake, Web, there’s all the goddamn emotion!!?!!”

{Bull Randleman}

• Hard Rock, can’t say more

• Also 100% certified Dad music. He’s the one who visits Nixon once a week to play poker and smoke cigars while listening to his records

• Is the guy at a concert who will accidentally throw you to the ground while in a mosh pit

• But will absolutely make everyone stop so he can pick you up again

———

Link to the Ronald Speirs playlist:

Link to my profile - the other playlists are on there (still updating them regularly):

[shieldslingera]

Avengers (1963) #277

so this is like… one of the first times, if not the first time the mansion is destroyed in comics. and not like, a wall is knocked down, but having major structural damage with parts of the actual floor missing. and this is all from a fight with some villains baron zemo gathered, all with the purpose of hurting the avengers, but steve most of all because he killed zemo’s father.

and this is just… heart-wrenching. i mean, steve didn’t grow up with a lot. his mom pretty much supported the both of them by herself. and then he joined the army and pretty much didn’t keep a lot then either, because he was constantly on the move, going to the front lines. then he dies, and who knows what happens to his belongings, because there’s no one to ship them to–so more than a few of them, i imagine, end up in a museum, or bought and sold in auctions for collectors. so when steve comes back, he pretty much has only the things he was wearing–his ripped to shreds army fatigues, his cap uniform, and his shield.

so anything of his he had from before… if it was in a museum, he probably could’ve requested it back, and he might’ve pulled a few things, but not everything, especially with the classification of his missions and identity, a lot of the things in the museums were probably general captain america things. the army probably held onto his things bc hoarding is the biggest government guilty pleasure, a portion of them classified, again, for being about steve rogers and cap’s missions, and he probably got all or most of that back upon waking. and then there’s all the things that went to auction, to varying degrees of sentimental, but like. once it’s at auction, there’s not a ton you can do to get it back aside from buying it. which… he has no money. which probably means that like. tony had to buy it back for him.

so all the things he has here–they’re mementos, but they’re important to steve. he’s had to work, in one way or another, to get them back. all his earthly belongings, all the ties he had to his memories, boiled down to the contents of one room. that was it. pictures of his friends, old journals filled with his thoughts, clippings of his and bucky’s adventures–all of it, all the good things he loved about his life, gone. gone.

and it’s irreplaceable, right? he can’t replace a picture of his mother. she’s dead. and sure, he could tape it back together, but now every time he looks at it, he’s going to see zemo ripping it in half all over again. and what about next time? is this–are his belongings–going to keep being used against him every time a fight comes to the mansion? like… it’s no wonder that after this, steve doesn’t really… nest, anywhere else. his bedrooms are all rather plain and functional–i think the most i’ve seen are some pictures of friends, or a few posters, but never to the extent that he had here. i think this makes him so afraid to personalize things again that he just… doesn’t. he can’t handle the loss.

[verymentalitydeer]

The Affairs Of Sally Bowles pt.1 (the history)

note: this is all head cannon and infers from the very little we know about sally. i tried to make out what her past would be, i’ve been thinking about making this for a WHILE. so i hope you know that this isn’t cannon AT. ALL. but if you have an issue with my own story i ask you to please write your own!!!! i’d adore seeing it

Sally Bowles, from what we know is an english singer at the Kit Kat Club. She was born in Kent, England during the 1910’s. In her life she seemed to have many different faces to put on and people to pretend to be. After finding out one of her more rebellious personalities that she was hiding, her mother sent her to a nunnery in France. Sally lived there for the remainder of her teen years, though she was incredibly bored throughout. She was STRIVING for a way out, and after a few months she found it. A mission trip was held by the nuns, the mission tripe contained a trip to all over europe. Ecstatically, Sally signed up. She was ready to see the world, to have the excitement in her life that she was starving for. But, as Sally would soon find out, the trip was ultimately extremely BORING. One night, when they landed in Antwerp, Belgium. Her, and the group of girls who also went on the trip, settled in a small hotel near a train station. Thoughts stirred in Sally’s mind, about how she needed to leave, how she needed to live her life. That night she picked up her bags and ran off to the station. Sally paid with money that was given to her for the trip to get on a train, any train, that could take her away. That train fatefully lead her to the city of Berlin, Germany.

She was all alone there, but hopeful and giddy. She wandered around the streets for a few days before meeting a prostitute named Elsie. Elsie was 18 with short brown hair and light makeup, her thin figure sauntered down the streets looking for customers at times. Elsie took in Sally in the whore house, not as a worker, but just so she had some shelter. Elsie also worked at a (at the time) small and indie night club called the Kit Kat Club. There, Sally found her love of performing. Which, Elsie encouraged! Elsie was like a best friend to Sally, and maybe a little more by how Sally would flush anytime Elsie would call her her ‘liebling’. Though, a week after sally’s 18th birthday, Elsie passed from a tumor in her brain. Elsie’s funeral was solemn and short, mainly cause no one had enough money to make it a good funeral. Her family came, looking over her tombstone in disgust. Sally was heartbroken, but she swore that Elsie was the happiest she’s been. Sally realized that Elsie lived a life of excitement, a life of whatever she wanted. Where even after she died, she was content. from then on, Sally would live her life in the glitz and glamor.

1/3

[stirringwinds]

Do you think Alfred is insecure about being young? Like I know that there’s countries younger or closer to age to Alfred, but the people Alfred hangs out with the most, has more economic ties, and has military alliances with are way older than Alfred (ex literally all of Europe and Asia). So I was wondering if you think Alfred, being always around people with way more experience than him, feels insecure about being so young and ‘inexperienced’ maybe that’s why he wears glasseS

Interesting question! As I see it, yes and no. 

Yes—in the 18th century, when he was much younger, and rebelling against Arthur. Going hat in hand to the other Old World empires and nations like Francis and Antonio for money was a pretty intimidating experience. So it was with Gilbert, coming to whip his ass into shape in Valley Forge. Even with other nations where he wasn't asking for major favours to fund his rebellion but more like 'hey recognise me? please? can my ships come to your ports?' like Morocco or Yao, during the Old China Trade (uhhhhh ive been banned from all the usual trading posts all across my father's empire...and I heard you guys like otter pelt and ginseng?).

No, because from the 19th century onwards, he's very much growing into a world power. I see Alfred as being quite a zealous idealist who sees potential for improving the world (not always in the best way, but from his POV it is), and this is the period where his mindset is increasingly one of brazen, youthful self-confidence. To him, his age is an asset. He's casting a pretty jaundiced eye on the Old World as a whole—perceiving them as being full of religious feuds, outdated monarchies and straitjacketed by nonsensical traditions: they’re ossified fucks who ought to realise the glory of republican civilisation and everything else he's got grand ideas about. Like, one contrast is really how much more intimidated I see him being going to China during the Old China Trade in the late 1700s—versus the brazen gunboat diplomacy of the Perry expedition to Japan in 1853. Like, the contrast with how the Americans behaved themselves when they had no navy and their ships were so small the Chinese traders thought they were tenders from larger vessels and not ocean going ships (lmao) and the Perry expedition is huge. 18th century Alfred would’ve been more intimidated around a nation who beheaded Kublai Khan’s emissaries and fought in more battles long before he was born—19th century Alfred isn’t. 

And even less so in the 20th century—especially during WWII. There’s no victory unless he puts his thumb on the scale, and even Sir Lord Arthur Kirkland is openly begging for it. If people had any remaining thought of him as the young, ambitious crown prince somewhat walking in the shadow of his father, all that is gone in WWII. He steals the fire of the gods and literally makes it shine brighter than a thousand suns in all its terror and awe. Other nations can get under his skin, especially in the dynamics of a rivalry (Arthur, in their power struggle over influence, Kiku, as a duelling Pacific empire in the late 1800s—1945 and then also Ivan). But older Alfred is far less likely to be insecure solely on account of them being older than him. It’s more if he perceives they’re challenging his dominance and hegemony—or if they’re questioning his idealism and principles. Like Antonio at the end of the Spanish-American War—oh, you really are your father’s son. I can see moments of vulnerability where his youth and inexperience shines through (such as the American Civil War), but older Alfred’s insecurities tend to dig on faultlines regarding: challenges to his hegemony and principles because unlike Lord Father (tm), I think he’s far more of an idealist. He wants to be great and good, but greatness often is in direct conflict with the latter. 

[weezmancer3]

Akaashi's Post-Finals Blues

Akaashi's the type of guy to eat, sleep, and breathe his course materials when it's finals season. After finals are over he has to regain his senses and remember how to be a normal (ish) person.

Bokuto: Wanna grab some study snacks after practice today?

Akaashi: World War Two was bad.

Bokuto:

Bokuto: ...So, does that mean yes or no?

[unhetalia]

the last hc on england pt2 sounds like a good plot about ukus getting together (if they were friends at the time)

It would be such a fun little fic - they're definitely not together when it happens, but I don't think it's what gets them together.

I like to imagine Alfred being torn between having to be a responsible adult and also finding it totally awesome when Arthur lays into like six guys all at once, so maybe he's saying:

"Why are you only cool when you're drunk, hahahah! Also, don't even try blaming me about the fact you got banned from another bar when you're sober and boring again - I was already a hero going out of my way to take your drunk ass home, how was I supposed to know you were gonna randomly punch that guy? You're pretty fast when you wanna be - not that you're faster than me, of course! I was just distracted by how much your breath smelled like whiskey. Should I sign you up for like, AA or something? Because I don't think it's healthy to be getting this drunk! But I guess all you old people do that a lot - Prussia and Russia and Francis and Spain are just as bad as you are, and —"

Then Arthur would cut him off, sounding sober and serious, but actually totally shitfaced. He'd say, "It's my job to protect you from degenerates who try to - to - steal your virtue! Of course I had to challenge that man! In fact, back in the old days I would have had the right to kill him for trying to lay a hand on you!"

"Um, I think you have me mixed up with some kind of Victorian maiden or Canada or something. I could've totally handled that guy if I wanted to. And don't talk about murder so casually, it's weird. You eat scones and drink tea. Leave that shit to cooler and more fucked up Nations."

[tiend]

A war is an ecological disaster as much as it is any of the other kinds. When it is over, when they win, when the Republic becomes the Empire and begins to inflict its peace across the galaxy -

There's an army of men, bought and paid for, that it doesn't need. Can't demobilise or repatriate. Battle droids you can wipe and recycle. Men? Not so much. Especially the ones that are injured too badly to make it as stormtroopers and not badly enough to not be a threat if they chose to organise themselves against the Empire.

In the years of their fighting they have left a considerable mess behind them, across Christophis, Felucia, Geonosis. Convenient, then, fitting, that they're the ones who get to clean it up, ammunition dumps and burnt-out hulks and UXO and the accretions disks of dead capital ships with the frozen corpses of their dead brothers amidst the rest. Exploded buildings and rubble and twisted beams and jagged skyscrapers like broken teeth. Shipbreakers and smelters.

The Empire skimps on their protective gear. Alternatively it is fiscally responsible by mandating contracts are awarded to the lower bidder. Whatever the reason, the clones die to UXO, to vacuum, to dormant commando droids. Not many people care; at least they're being useful. Might has well get all the use out of them while they can.

Some deaths take longer; fine dust to scar up their lungs, or improperly stored tibanna rotting through the tanks to pollute the soil. Felucia's microbes slowly wending their up the spinal cord to erupt in the brain years later.

So they're broken up into smaller groups. Ground down by attrition and exhaustion. Some desert. Some find a place among established scavenger crews. Many die, and their deaths are logged in Imperial spreadsheets by Imperial bureaucrats who go home to their loving families and think nothing of it.

[tomboy014]

Headcanon about Alastor that before he and Vox fell out, he was actually a bit of a cinephile.

It wasn't that he preferred movies to radio or books

But one of the bigger inventions of the 1920s was commercial air conditioning, which was mainly and most well known for being found... in movie theaters

You can't tell me that Alastor never bought a movie ticket just to get out of the summer Louisiana heat for a few hours

And from there, well, you just keep finding excuses to go, and before you know it, our equal opportunity serial killer has seen a lot of movies

[noirgasmweetheart]

Casablanca Continued

Rick and Louie start their work for the Resistance by stopping and liberating a convoy of prisoners, and look who's in there!

Ugarte listens somewhat crossely while Rick describes his and Louie's defection

Reunites with a Jewish lover no one knew he had.

Describing how he killed the two Nazi couriers, using unconventional murder weapons.

Apologizing half-sardonically to Laszlo for not being able to sell him the visas as planned.

Attempting to console Ilsa with "three good months in Paris are better than none."

Laszlo asks Ugarte if he's ready to start working for the Resistance. (Fat Man is already in.)

"Ugah-ti, old friend, help me out?"

"Sorry Rick I uh, stick my neck out for nobody."

Ugarte and his lady friend are now both dedicated to the cause.

[troublesomecousin]

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

It had been years, nearly a whole lifetime it felt like since he'd last seen Orin. But well, Kevin had been living in England for longer now than he had New York, so it made some sense that it felt that way. The wide-eyed kid he had been when he and his mother had moved to be closer to her family had been replaced with a moderately surly teenager, but standing here now with his brother he still felt small. A decade and change difference in age would do that, but Kevin was still disappointed by the fact that he still felt like a baby even now that they were nearly the same size. Plus, he knew how to swear properly now! That made him an adult! "Mum's gonna flip if she finds out you got me these. I think she might kill you first then me," Kevin said, unsure of what else to say as he stuck the pack of cigarettes into his pocket and stuffed the dirty magazines inside his coat. He'd only asked for the cigarettes, but Orin had been grinning ear to ear when he'd practically shoved the paper bag into his little brother's hands. Kevin had almost thought to say something about them not exactly being his taste, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful. That and he wasn't sure he was ready to tell anyone about his "preferences". "S'don't tell her," Orin replied with a shrug as he started back toward the house. Kevin quickly followed after him, his hands sweating a bit as he carried his contraband with him. "You do know how to lie I hope. Woulda figured you'd have inherited that skill from our dad...and besides, your ma loves me. She'd just kill you." Kevin rolled his eyes. "Yea, yeah...I know. She's got a thing for dumbass Americans." "Don't be such a little snot, Kevvy," Orin retorted, reaching over and ruffling the other's hair, much to his displeasure. But Kevin kept his irritation silent, frowning instead before turning his gaze toward the ground. "It's unbecoming of a young man...shit, when'd you get tall? Baby brothers aren't supposed to get tall." Stopping dead in his tracks, Kevin couldn't hide his agitation this time. He glowered at Orin from behind a now disheveled lock of dark hair. "It's been eight years. You stopped writing. What? Did you think I stop growing when you're not around? Think I'm still a kid?" "Kevin..." Orin's voice was uncharacteristically soft, all jocularity lost as he stood there staring. His lips curled slightly as if he was going to say something nasty, and Kevin braced himself, but nothing angry came. "I don't know...I don't think any of that. I just...I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean anything by it." Kevin let his shoulders relax, having until just then not realized how much he had hunched them. He sniffled, trying to contain any further embarrassing displays of emotion. "Fine..." he replied, starting up walking again, this time Orin was the one lagging a few steps behind. "Just...don't do that again. Don't forget about me, okay? Promise you won't." Orin placed a hand on Kevin's shoulder, and despite himself, Kevin did find the warmth and the weight soothing. He didn't get this sort of feeling from anyone else. Not his mother, his step-dad...he'd missed feeling protected by someone outside of himself. "I won't, kiddo. I didn't...I promise." "And promise not to call me 'kiddo'." "No."

[tf2-plus2]

Employee Profile #106

Employee Profile for; Jane Doe Soldier (█████ █████ █████)

Age; 36

Hair; Dusty Brown

Eyes; Light Blue

Blood Type; AB Positive

Height; 6'0.5"/184.2 cm

Weight; 201 Lbs/91.2 kg

D.O.B.; January 12, 1924

P.O.B.; Midwest, USA (█████████, ████████)

Class; Soldier

Job; Shock and Awe

Background Information; We heard of Mr Doe when we found reports of a "crazed rocket man" rampaging through the Eastern parts of Europe just after the last war there. Apparently, upon his forced return home, he began setting himself up as a man waiting for the next war to start, including managing to buy a great deal of military surplus items.

Weapons; While his home-bought arsenal is mostly military surplus from the wars, Soldier has managed to utilize them well and even make some modifications. His rocket launchers are very much standard, as is his shotgun. But the shovel seems to have been sharpened to a ridiculous degree as if he planned to use, or did use, it as a bladed weapon. His ability to pickup most of the other mercenaries weapons and utilize them suggests he does have some combat intelligence, but it is a matter of getting him to use it in a more logical capacity instead of firing at his own feet to send himself into the sky.

Notes; Mr Doe, as he has only identified himself, is a highly unorthodox combatant, but highly effective. We have found some more background information on him, but it hardly explains his... enthusiasm for patriotism. Thankfully, this makes it easier to work with him, somehow, as he needs only believe the other teams we send him against are not Americans to want them dead. One particular note was that his father seemed to be a victim of the Red Scare mentality.

Hiring Date; [REDACTED], 1960

[beauisoffline]

random post

why is robert zussman so the crane wives coded

LIKE TELL ME THE SONG EASIER BY THE CRANE WIVES IS NOT HIM POST WAR.

[houseboatisland]

Rosie for the ask game?

(Team Red Rosie for the win!!)

Tidmouth Marshalling Yard had already grown steadily from 1925 onward, but by the end of the Second World War had more than doubled in size. During the conflict, freight tonnages had risen month by month, and the REC was keen to avoid supply bottlenecks. When the war was finally over, rather than being overbuilt, this new capacity kept finding use. The soon-to-be North Western Region of British Railways, for many economic reasons beyond the scope of this post, was one of the few parts of the network to enter Nationalization "in the green."

Tidmouth and Vicarstown, the NWR/NW Region's two competing power centers, had by then spent twenty years duking it out over available tank engines, (and a million other things.) The Big Three Strike of 1933 specifically happened because Vicarstown, the main provider of tank engines after Thomas' transfer, just... stopped letting Tidmouth use them. The Fat Director, taking it from all angles at that time, couldn't make them budge. The war obviously broke their resistance, but when peace kicked in, Vicarstown was firm: Tidmouth Marshalling Yards wouldn't again be allowed use of their tank engines, and they were on notice to get some of their own.

In the immediate years after the war, the soon-to-be NW Region went on an engine shopping spree. And why shouldn't they have, when demobilized War Department engines were being offered at firesale prices? Austerity 2-8-0s, 2-10-0s, and a handful of saddletanks were bought. All survive, and are to be counted among the "Unseen Engines" helping run the railway without acknowledgement in Awdry and the television series' bodies of work... except one.

Chief among them was a USATC S100 Class, nameless and still painted battleship grey, built by Vulcan Iron Works in 1944. For reasons unknown, (but most likely a bureaucratic oversight,) this particular engine was never shipped to the Continent, remaining in storage right up to V-E Day. Her lack of experience for her age, and Europe now being swamped with necessary motive power, made her especially cheap. The NWR, in their last purchase before becoming a region, snapped her up.

After only being fired a handful of times, (and that was to just shunt her brothers and sisters around,) Rosie was EAGER to work, and especially to learn, and she was based at Tidmouth Yards from the outset. She retained the skills taught to her to a tee, (her arrested development making her something of a genius,) and by 1947 she had rocketed past the other tank engines to become Head Shunter of Tidmouth Yards. She's still in this position all these years later, because there's simply no outdoing her.

Rosie disagrees with her TV portrayal. She has NO idea where the "idolizing Thomas" thing came from; she's crossed paths with him millions of times but just finds him "cool enough" at best, in her words. Her "new" livery is a decent recreation, although her underframes aren't yellow and her red is much deeper. She's also a bit scruffier. The most accurate bit is her powerful headlamp, which is the same bronze color. The lamp has been passed down from Head Shunter to Head Shunter, and is incredibly coveted.

The pink livery had no basis in reality whatsoever, and Rosie found it quite insulting. (*gag noise* "That's supposed to be me? Nuh-uh, no way, alright? They think I play with dollies too or some'n?")

In her time in storage, Rosie adopted a strong Philadelphia sort of accent, which she maintains to this day. This led to some confusion at first. First meeting James in 1946, she told him to wait while she went "fuh wooder." James, baffled, just mutely let her go and do whatever that meant.