DON’T GIVE ME THAT FRENCH SHIT.
Ms. Wake … had mixed feelings about previous cinematic efforts to portray her wartime exploits … “It was well-acted but in parts it was extremely stupid,” she said. “At one stage they had me cooking eggs and bacon to feed the men. For goodness’ sake, did the Allies parachute me into France to fry eggs and bacon for the men? There wasn’t an egg to be had for love nor money. Even if there had been why would I be frying it? I had men to do that sort of thing.”
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.”
Dear Colin, who thought of Harry as a hero and never wavered in his loyalty, despite the fact that sometimes hating Harry was the popular thing to do. Dear Colin, who didn’t buy into the rumours that Harry was Slytherin’s heir, who tried to change the “Potter Stinks” badges to say “Support Potter”, who joined the DA in his 4th year and then answered the coin’s call in his 6th and came back to Hogwarts for the Final Battle. Dear Colin, who snuck back into the castle during said battle after being dismissed for being underage. Dear Colin, who ultimately died. For believing in the cause and for believing in Harry Potter. I think he deserves much more appreciaton from the fandom, because how many of us would risk it all like Dear Colin? (via simplypotterheads)
It doesn’t matter that, intellectually, I know he was sixteen; in his death scene, I always picture that overly enthusiastic 11-year-old.
Harry glanced down, and felt another dull blow to his stomach: Colin Creevey, though underage, must have sneaked back just as Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had done. He was tiny in death.
AND FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER IN CINEMA HISTORY AN AMERICAN MADE MOVIE SWAPS FANATICAL PATRIOTISM FOR BASIC HUMAN DECENCY EVEN THOUGH THE MOVIE ITSELF IS CALLED CAPTAIN AMERICA AND IT DOESN’T GET ANY MORE PATRIOTIC THAN THAT BUT MARVEL CHOSE A DIFFERENT PATH AND I’M THANKFUL FOR THAT pardon my capslock
I think that’s what’s so great about Steve. That he is what we as a country can only aspire to be. Kind of like how Superman inspires the human race, Captain America inspires his country to be better.
I will never get over the inequality that men’s jackets have inside pockets and women’s jackets don’t.
I have nowhere to put my sonic screwdriver.
or my fake fbi badge
Or my pocket magnifying glass
or my wand
or my psychic paper
Or my precious
I lost it at my precious
so did smeageol