Listen. I Don’t Care What Your Sexuality Is If That Scene In Inglorious Basterds When Eli Roth Walks

Arthur looks fly af, we really don't appreciate colourful clothing in medical setting, nice to see some change!

 i concur! arthur looks v fly in full technicolour

but i also appreciate him his princely best incognito mode

because he is both apprehensive and v eager to follow a handsome archer into a tryst outside the palace walls OWO 

aesthetic !

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Home Bound.

(Aldo Raine x Female!Reader)

For the lovely @strudelcreme really hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

I'm so sorry if it's bad, I am literally buried in tests and projects 😭

Everything seemed to remind (Y/N) of home.

Every single thing.

From the flow of the river, to the way the towns would quiet down when night came. All such bitter reminders of what she left behind. Of what she might never see again. Such fear and homesickness had seemed to grip her these past few days, it was almost as if she were dying, and her mind was showing her the last good memories she had. At first, (Y/n) was hesitant to join the Basterds as their field nurse. The war absolutely terrified her but she was the only one who actually knew what she was talking about.

Through much deliberation and Aldo's persistence, (Y/n) agreed to join.

Now here she was, in the middle of nowhere France and trying to not cry. The tears blurred her eyes but she did not allow them to shed. She needed to get away from them. Once she was sure that everything of hers was in order, (Y/n) took off from the camp, not going to far as to avoid getting lost. Once she was sure that she was away enough, she finally let herself go.

With a hand over her mouth, (Y/n) felt her body shake, as each suppressed sob finally passed her lips. Her eyes were shut and in that darkness, the faces of her mother, father and friends flashed like lights into her memory. The thought of never seeing them again made her weak at the knees, making her kneel down. It hurt to be this hurt and terrified. With every sniffle and sob, (Y/n) prayed and wished that she was at least sent away, or taken away from all of this.

She could go back home to her ma and never talk about this. The girl was too busy crying to notice the figure that had arrived. Aldo waited for her to at least calm a little, so that he could make his move. It hurt to see the woman he had grown to love in such a state. Her heaving breaths came to a slow, and Aldo moved quickly to take her into his arms. (Y/n) let out a quiet gasp, feeling her face be collide with a broad chest. "S-sir! Um I-!"

"Shhhh, let it out "

His words stunned her, and (Y/n) couldn't stop the new flood of tears coming from her eyes. Aldo buried her face in his chest, listing to he'd breathing and waiting for her to finally be alright enough to speak. "I know, I know, shhhh." Aldo cooed. (Y/n) let out a brief chuckle through her tears. "You shouldn't have to see me like this…"

"I don't mind a bit, darlin'...what's the matter?" Aldo asked through a small grin. To be frank, (Y/n) dreaded the question. How on earth was she supposed to explain why she was crying? She was afraid of how she would be viewed after this, especially by Aldo. She backed up from him, and Aldo could feel his heart break a little when he saw her red, (e/c) eyes. "I...I miss home. I miss my parents...I miss my friends...I hate this…" She confessed, the previous worry disappearing for that moment. Aldo said nothing. "I want to go home...and I'm just so scared that one of you is going to die and I won't be able to save you." She expressed, sighing at the weight being lifted from her shoulders.

"I know how you feel kid...I find ma self missing home too and trust me when I tell ya', we're all terrified." Aldo breathed. "Ya' don't gotta feel sorry for wanting to go home...it's natural to feel that way. Hell, I can't wait to leave this shithole behind." Aldo joked, trying his best to being some levity to the situation. (Y/n) downcasted her eyes, drifting to her filthy pants. Aldo noticed her still sad look, and sighed. "Kid...I can't guarantee that all of us will make it back home... but I sure as hell will try." Aldo stated, confidence dripping from every word. (Y/n) smiled, wiping her eyes. "You really know how to cheer people up, huh Aldo?" She said.

Aldo smiled, and placed his hand on her shoulder. "That's what I'm here for sweetheart. Listen, how about we write up a letter to your folks, I got a guy in Paris thats willing to send letters to England. Will that make you feel a little better?" Aldo quizzed and (Y/n) could swear her heart leapt. She nodded her head vigorously. The girl looked like she was going to leap out of her own skin. "That's ma girl. Now come on, I think Wicki has some spare paper." Aldo said.

The two returned to the camp, where Aldo stayed at (Y/n)'s side for longer than usual. And he was right, the letter did make her feel a bit better. The fear and the yearning for home might never go away, but at least (Y/n) had somebody to combat it with.

She slept well that night.

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brad pitt as ALDO RAINE — INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS (2009) dir. quentin tarantino

Happy family fruk day!

“Flouted as a father and as a statesman, he [Frederick William] treated his son (Frederick the Great] so ill as to lend colour to the suspicion that he wished him dead. Not content with impounding his books, forbidding him the flute, compelling him to see his mother by stealth, the tyrant actually rained blows on him in public, even in the camp of the Saxon King. “Had I been so treated by my father,” he is said to have exclaimed, “I would have blown by brains out, but this fellow has no honour.”

Unfortunately for Frederick William, the youth whom he thus outraged was Crown Prince of Prussia, and as such by no means lacked friends. To England, to Austria, and to his father’s ministers he was an important pawn in the game of politics. Some of the younger officers lent him countenance in the hope of favours to come. but the dearest friend of his life, Lieutenant von Katte, loved him to what he might be able to bestow. To Katte the prince confided his fixed purpose to flee from a tyranny that was past endurance. 

— W.F. Reddaway, Frederick the Great and the Rise of Prussia (1904)

(images: Frederick the Great on the left, Lieutenant von Katte on the right, and on the bottom is an illustration of the two of them strolling together)

Regardless of gender or race or political stand，deep in our heart we share a common treasure called suffering🌞

BRUh he looks so cute UwU

Do you use gel? If so can we see what it looks like without it?

‘course he does. 

loving the way time and context has turned dracula into a comedy

2 dumbasses, in love