and i don't necessarily believe any of this i'm just saying words recreationally

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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and i don't necessarily believe any of this i'm just saying words recreationally
Seeing drag queens in real life gives me the exact same feeling as how the hobbits describe elves in the lord of the rings
I don't know how to describe to you if you've never been to a drag show but like seeing recordings of them is one thing & seeing them in real life is Another. Like pov you're looking up at the tallest most enchantingly beautiful ambiguously sexed person you've ever seen. She's like covered in glitter and you can smell her perfume. And you're in a room with like several of them & you begin to understand how Frodo felt in that castle
Oh to be a hobbit (short cis woman) surrounded by beautiful elves (drag queens) towering over me (in heels) at lothlorien (museum garden party).
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
All characters are 21+
Pairings: MxM MxA
Please be open to talking OOC and doing loads of plotting. I’m also really looking for long-term writers.
Hello, I am Duns. I am 24 and I prefer to write a minimum of four paragraphs all the way to novella length where I can post multiple discord character limit replies. I am open to anywhere in between those two moods. Feel free to DM me if you have any questions.
I’ve been wanting to do several plots as of late, I’d like to do a World War Two plot with either two sailors or possibly a crew of a B-17 Flying Fortress. I would be interested in other war based plots but that is where my mind is currently at.
In this plot I really feel like we could play multiple characters within that crew with a main pairing. We can have as much historical angst as you would like, feel free to reach out with any questions for me. If we match well over tumblr we can create a discord server and write.
Spitfire pilots of No. 43 Squadron RAF keeping warm in their dispersal hut at Drem airfield, East Lothian.
F4U-5N Corsair
© Peter
so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire
Boeing Y1B-17 Flying Fortress flying near Mt Ranier, Washington.
From the Paul Fedelchak Collection.
Date: February 28, 1938
San Diego Air and Space Museum Archive: link, link
Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress. With WASP pilots in attendence. Florida
A Liberator I (B-17C) of 90 Squadron RAF at Polebrook, likely 1941
Women workers work on the fuselage of the B-29 Superfortress bomber in the Boeing plant - Seattle, USA, date unknown
F4U-5N Corsair
© Peter
so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire
A Doberman pinscher and U.S. Marine War Dog named "Butch" stands guard as his handler, Pvt. Rez Hester catches some sleep in a fighting hole on Iwo Jima in February, 1945.
(Photo courtesy of the National Archives)
US troops make their way through the recently liberated French town of Carentan - June 1944