#tw: ww2

[claratcssthings]

Dude, I'm not okay.

I recently read a Solarballs fanfic on the AO3 website (Archive Of Our Own), and I came across one called "Behind his Mask", I decided to read it, because I was curious. After reading everything, I kind of focused... Traumatized. All those deaths... Everything Mercury was capable of doing... I felt like I was Anne Frank herself writing down the tragedies during World War II in her hiding place in Netherlands, or a young civillian being a witness of one or more of the attacks to the jews. When I went to sleep, I dreamed about the fanfic again, I woke up almost crying with fear, but I immediately hugged a teddy bear and managed to calm myself down with some much better thoughts.

I swear... I feel like Solarballs fans just love death and suffering....

[steam-powered-chaos]

War: Chapter 3 of Data’s Backstory

(WARNING: This chapter has a graphic description of death and the horrors of war, please read at your own risk)

Data hadn’t found many things to hate in their short life, only the rough sound of their gears spinning, their mother’s gasps as she struggled to go up the stairs of her workshop, and war. They hated the war. It was loud, and frightening, and mud got into their circuits.

But the worst thing about the war was the fact that their mother was there, enlisted to fight because of the tiny ‘M’ on her birth certificate. A tiny, meaningless letter which put her in harm’s way. And they weren’t even allowed to sleep in the same quarters as her! Forced to sleep with the other fellow robots, the very inspirations for Data’s own creation, yet they didn’t feel like talking to their automaton cousins, only watching silently out the window.

Then, the very worst part of war came, whilst watching just out of the trenches at no-mans-land, they saw a familiar tangle of hair. Mother

They ignored their orders to stop, running out of the trench into enemy fire, scooping their mother into their arms gently, holding them close to their chest. Her face was a still mask of horror and pain, her chest soaked in blood that could have only been her own, blood that was no longer flowing. They held their mother close, the scientist, their dearest Annabelle, ignoring the whistle, the shout and only looking up to see the missile hurtling towards them. Data did nothing, except fling themselves over their mother’s body, trying to protect her from more harm.

It was all futile in the end.

And The Jon watched an arm fly past his optics, an arm that had a golden hue.

~END~

[big-s4t4n]

As a kid, I used to get Lisa Frank and Anne Frank mixed up.

Child me : Where’s the Anne Frank coloring book?

My Parents : 👁️👄👁️

Sometimes I feel bad for my parents.

[jmdj]

I’m sleeping in bed naked in this airbnb and there’s one single mosquito in here with me, and it’s been war. I wait quietly in the dark like a city under siege to make it harder for them to target me. I wait until I hear a faint buzz growing louder in the distance and when it grows louder, it’s search lights up! And I try to strike the bastards from the sky. It’s been going on like this for two hours.

[cree-n-jewish-thoughts]

It's Remembrance Day. November 11th.

At 11:11am the guns fell silent, and the allies won the war. These soldiers have passed on and barely even live in memories. Then in WW2 they laid down their lives again, and they freed us from camps, liberating the Jews.

We forgot that though didn't we? Schools decided to give kids the day off where no one teaches them the importance of these wars, of this date. People don't stand still for that one minute of silence anymore. The world forgot, the world did not learn. As we continue on fighting for our lives, many of these peoples grandfather's and great grandfathers are rolling in their graves wondering what they even died for.

I hope all you antisemites feel shame today. I hope you do some research, I hope you are least acknowledging the importance of today, and maybe you will read about it.

It happened, stop pretending it didn't. Many of us died in camps by the hands of people who were "leftists" at one point too. Propaganda is a strong and powerful tool.

So remember the guns fell silent today, and maybe so should you antisemites.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I found one of the phones designed by post World War 2 German scientists that was made to talk to the dead. I had a really bad feeling, I wouldn't like what would happen after if I answered the ringing.

[theygender]

TLT fans: did you guys know about the real Wake? I hadn't heard about her until we covered World War II in my world civ class this semester

Nancy Grace Augusta Wake (1912-2011) was a covert operative who was at the top of the Nazi's most wanted list in WW2, nicknamed "The White Mouse" for her ability to repeatedly evade capture. She was born in New Zealand with Māori heritage, grew up in Australia, and joined the Resistance after traveling to Europe and witnessing the harsh treatment of Jews in Vienna by the Nazis

Wake worked in the Pat O'Leary Line escape network until her Resistance organization was compromised by the Germans in 1942. After that she fled on foot across the Pyrenees—with several close calls that she escaped by flirting with German soldiers—and made her way to England to join the Special Operations Executive. She was part of a three person team codenamed "Freelance" which parachuted into occupied France. During this operation she got stuck in a tree after her parachute became tangled in its branches. The local Resistance leader who found her reportedly said “I hope that all the trees in France bear such beautiful fruit this year" to which she replied "Cut out that French bullshit and get me out of this tree"

While working in the Freelance operation Wake once biked 500 km (310 mi) without stopping in the span of 72 hours across Nazi territory to retrieve a new radio and codes after her team's were destroyed in a Gestapo raid. Without this feat, Freelance would not have been able to communicate with London and there would have been no more supply drops to support their Resistance organization. During the war she was also part of a raid which destroyed the Gestapo headquarters in Montluçon, in which she reportedly killed a Nazi sentry with her bare hands to prevent him from raising an alarm

Wake's fellow operatives described her as "a real Australian bombshell. Tremendous vitality, flashing eyes. Everything she did, she did well. She was an excellent shot, excelled at fieldcraft and put the men to shame by her cheerful spirit and strength of character." "She is the most feminine woman I know until the fighting starts. Then she is like five men." "We both came to the conclusion that she was 10 times the man I would ever be"

By the time of her death in 2011, Wake had been awarded the George Medal by Britain; the Medal of Freedom by the United States; the Médaille de la Résistance, the Croix de Guerre (x3), and the Légion d’Honneur by France; and the Badge in Gold by New Zealand. Due to a complicated relationship with Australia, she originally refused to accept any awards from the Australian government, saying that they could "stick their medals where the monkey stuck his nuts." In 2004, however, she accepted the honor of Companion of the Order of Australia as well

[steam-powered-chaos]

Knowledge (Chapter 2 of Data’s Backstory)

TW: Mentions of war and the actions of Germany during WW2

”Who’s that mother?” Data queried, pointing to the balding man with a moustache on the front cover of the newspaper. She glanced up at them from her reading, giving them a warm smile, “that is Neville Chamberlain dear, he’s the Prime Minister, and a bloody fool as well. Now, do you remember what a prime minister is?” The scientist would often quiz Data, to ensure that they were digesting the information they were given, and always sought out.

“The head of an elected government.” They answered correctly, smiling at the pat they received, “Why is he a fool, mother?” They tilted their head with a click and an accompanying hiss of steam. The scientist glared away from them, staring at the kettle so they would know her anger is not directed towards them. “He let Germany take more land… I think we’ll have to go to war soon..” she looked away with worry shining in her eyes. Data placed a cold, but reassuring, hand on her knee.

“But mother, what’s war?” Her head snapped to look at them, causing them to flinch slightly and glance away. The scientist’s eyes softened and she wrapped her arms around their bulky torso “…War is a terrible terrible thing, that humanity seems so determined to get itself into… now come along, we must rest now, alright?” Data nodded, going into their cupboard to power down for the night, her words spinning in their head.

“A terrible terrible thing…” They murmured as they drifted into stasis

[historicity-was-already-taken]

"In these last few months of war, from January to May 1945, the inmates of the German concentration camps died in very large numbers. Perhaps three hundred thousand people died in German camps during this period, from hunger and neglect. The American and British soldiers who liberated the dying inmates from camps in Germany believed that they had discovered the horrors of Nazism. The images their photographers and cameramen captured of the corpses and the living skeletons at Bergen-Belsen and Buchenwald seemed to convey the worst crimes of Hitler. As the Jews and Poles of Warsaw knew, and as Vasily Grossman and the Red Army soldiers knew, this was far from the truth. The worst was in the ruins of Warsaw, or the fields of Treblinka, or the marshes of Belarus, or the pits of Babi Yar. The Red Army liberated all of these places, and all of the bloodlands. All of the death sites and dead cities fell behind an iron curtain, in a Europe Stalin made his own even while liberating it from Hitler ... The ashes of Warsaw were still warm when the Cold War began."

Timothy Snyder, Bloodlands, 311-312

[radykalny-feminizm]

>If you criticize islam you're a nazi BITCH!

Meanwhile:

[sonyshock]

faust is cute tho, let him talk.

Kind of a continuation of this

[hydravns]

TOM WLASCHIHA as ALBRECHT WOLFRAM in RESISTANCE (2011) Dir. Amit Gupta