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#next up? giant detailed lobsters 😏

Actually perfect

this is a fun style to work in

Annette Drevon: cantinière, soldier

"In 1880, visitors to the markets of Les Halles in Paris might have noticed an especially striking woman sitting at her vegetable stall. In her mid-fifties, with black hair and unwrinkled skin, she had an expression of ‘courage and energy’, which was perhaps unsurprising, given her past. Annette Drevon was a cantinière in the French army, a woman officially deputised to sell food and drink to the soldiers. At the Battle of Magenta in 1859, Annette was attached to the second regiment of Zouaves. During the battle two Austrian soldiers seized the regimental flag. Annette got it back: she killed the first soldier with a sabre and the second with two shots from her revolver. The regiment’s colonel pinned his own Cross of the Legion of Honour to her chest in honour of her actions.

Annette was still serving during the Franco-Prussian War of 1870, where she shot another soldier, this time a German who either insulted her or attempted to steal her Cross; she was sentenced to death but pardoned by Prince Frederick Charles of Hesse, and returned to France. She later received a small pension from Marshal MacMahon, who had commanded the who had commanded the French troops at Magenta, which she used to set up her vegetable stall.

Annette Drevon’s story is a useful reminder that for well over 400 years the normal battlefield was full of ordinary women, who were not only essential to the conduct of war but also demonstrated bravery, physical strength and the ability to stand up to tough conditions – all the things military leaders of the late twentieth century fretted that women could not do."

Forgotten warriors: The long history of women in combat, Sarah Percy

"you cannot kill me in any way that matters" has been on repeat in my head for years. Thank you @personsonable

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

And under beating skies and gleaming hearts

Do we find ourselves torn apart

Gazing into sundered souls

Greaf reaps us at the bell's tolls

A rapture of desire and hate

Born of an apple once ate

A rib torn from its cage

And stabbed into ones heart with rage

I find that though you have hurt me

I still dream of your decree

The one you spoke before we loved

The one you handed to me gloved

Man do i love frozen stawberries that i crushed up in sugar

What are you

The cops

Fuck off (affectionate/friendly)

you should probably go to bed

i'm so pro-divorce that i forget myself sometimes. a guy on the elevator was telling me unprompted about how he got divorced on friday and apparently "nice congrats" was not the correct reaction

His name is Merwil Gutiérrez, and the US government kidnapped him.

Nimona (the movie) really said

Ill do what voltron was too scared to accomplish

A happily gay couple with one who has one arm and the others name starts with a and they are actually fathers to their weird kid

to be a tree

oh to be a tree in a forext

of moss and lichen

lounging in a golden ray of sunspot

green leaves glowing with light

birds tittering about my branches

mice scurrying about my boughs

roots splaying through the ground

digging deep into the earth

searching for bones of my past