me writing fic: carefully thought out prose, how do i feel about this exact phrasing, i will think about this word i have used for fifteen minutes to make sure it really gets across the exact soul-shredding heart of this point i’m making
me replying to comments: a five year old who has just learned how to say thank you
It’s been five years and I still don’t know why people don’t think Bucky was such a vintage!geek in the 1940s
Knows by heart how many women there are in New York and casually throws that in a conversation he has when he’s on his way to a science fair
“LOOK AT THAT FUCKING FLYING CAR" “Holy cow” feels
Best friend is a kid who is into arts and takes books with him to the army
“STEVE YOU’RE KEEPING YOUR SUPER HERO OUTFIT RIGHT??”
Smithsonian tells me Bucky was “an excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom” – like, his grades were good enough Smithsonian thought “hey we should mention that”
If my math teacher wasn’t lying to me, you needed some pretty great math skills to be a good sniper in WW2, so there’s also that
People say “Oh Bucky was into science” but no, god, he was a full-blown nerd
Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.
Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.
Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.“
