Something to cheer the sick @waifu-napoleon from my draft gws !!!
#mypageslowlyturningintochaos #helpmeomg
OMAR RUDBERG & EDVIN RYDING via Lisa Ambjörn on TikTok (x)
Tino and Eduard As spoils of war, both taken from Sweden, they’re the real servants around the palace, barely better than glorified pageboys. They help with the wardrobe and the general things, and wear dumb matching uniforms to easily blend into the walls in an aesthetically pleasing way, and not be such an eyesore to the Lady and Master. Tino and Eetu have known for ages though, going back to their childhood as the Uralic trio with Hungary, all speaking the same language until age and space thinned out their connection to their cousin, but the two held tight. @ask-grandduchy-finland
The day I started posting about #inglourious basterds was the best day of my life.
This is very random but would you please do Shizuku in D5 and Seiji in D2 (from whisper of the heart)
naur naur its true..
clothing prompt
various hetalia doodles …
Robin Buckley / Will Byers parallels
Here’s a redraw of an old sketch I made from a few years ago, when I was geeking out about the formation of the post WW2 world order in the final years of the war. This is specifically inspired by the leaders of the “big 3” countries who led the Yalta conference in 1945, and who were famously champions (left to right respectively) of imperialism, capitalism, and communism. More excitingly, it’s cute to think the countries that these leaders represented imitating their bosses’ preferred modes of smoking tobacco products reflected their personalities, while coping with the stress and excitement of victory of war in sight – and trying to look fearless, inadvertently yet appropriately coming off looking truly evil.
INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS (2009) DIR. QUENTIN TARANTINO
Now, I don’t know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn’t come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a fuckin’ airplane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain’t got no humanity. They’re the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin’, mass murderin’ maniac and they need to be destroyed. That’s why any and every son of a bitch we find wearin’ a Nazi uniform, they’re gonna die.
old snobs