I have decided that I will reblog this every time it comes across my dash because it makes me laugh until I think I’m going to puke.

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Some of the best alpine/woodland military camo is developed by the Swiss, but most of the rest of the world refuse to use it because it has pink and red splotches on it, making it look “unmanly.”

Honestly if you’d prefer to risk it for the sake of looking “manly” then you deserve to get shot. 


"That couldn’t possibly work, Roman! Alpenflage is dumb and you’re dumb!”







This is fucking dumb as hell.

First off, those images don’t actually have anyone in them. You can zoom in and see for yourself. They’re low resolution images the OP took at a random forest. There are no other examples online. They circled something far enough away that you could never tell.

Lastly, that’s not how the pattern would work anyway. You’d still notice their silhouette, their helmet, and their gear unless it was some sort of ghillie suit (then it’s not even the same thing). That’s not to say the pattern doesn’t work but here’s the best example I could find.


If you notice, the pattern is designed for an autumn environment. It wouldn’t work elsewhere. That’s why other countries don’t use it. Not because it isn’t “masculine” or whatever bullshit Tumblr is trying to spin. That thing would be a bright bulls eye in Afghanistan.

Here’s an example of the camouflage we use (multicam):


Finally, other countries have in fact used splotches of red or shades of pink. The Nazis were the first to use one (it was called Leibermuster), which in turn became the foundation for the Swiss pattern shown above (Alpenflage/TAZ 83; you can tell by the name alone that it was designed with the Alps in mind, nowhere else). The Soviet Union and its successor states (Russia, Ukraine, etc.) have also used some really bizarre red camos.

At the end of the day, the Swiss changed the pattern to a more typical woodland green, brown, and black pattern in the ’90s (TAZ 90). So the whole argument is moot.

The only nation that services a red-coloured pattern is Oman and it’s stupid as fuck.

What is significant about fan fiction is that it often spins the kind of stories that showrunners wouldn’t think to tell, because fanficcers often come from a different demographic. The discomfort seems to be not that the shows are being reinterpreted by fans, but that they are being reinterpreted by the wrong sorts of fans - women, people of colour, queer kids, horny teenagers, people who are not professional writers, people who actually care about continuity (sorry). The proper way for cultural mythmaking to progress, it is implied, is for privileged men to recreate the works of privileged men from previous generations whilst everyone else listens quietly.

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“We fled Germany on November 9th, 1938. It was called the Crystal Night, because there were demonstrations against Jews all over Germany, and many windows were being broken. We were living on the outskirts of Hanover. When my father came home from work that night, he told us that the synagogue was on fire, and that firemen were standing in a ring around it to prevent the flames from spreading to other buildings. He said: ‘We’re getting out of here.’”


“We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”


I am having a moment where I am utterly excited about something and simultaneously terrified of where that excitement might lead.

The image above is incredible for many reasons. It was the first photo taken by Neil Armstrong during the first moon walk, just over 45 years ago. That in itself is pretty amazing.

Even more incredible: This historic photo features a white object in the lower left corner. No joke: it’s a space garbage bag.

I knew that astronauts vented human waste and other fluids out into space, and was aware of the occasional unintentionally dropped spare glove, tool, or camera. I’d read that sometimes astronauts (particularly cosmonauts) hand-push objects they want to destroy into low orbits for convenient incineration upon reentry to the atmosphere.

But there’s something about the banal iconography of the garbage bag, and that it features so prominently in this moment of technical triumph, that has sent me down a wonderful rabbithole of frenetic research, trying to figure out the basic preliminary contours of a potential chapter on space litter — something I am beginning to see as a separate category from other orbiting space junk.

Thus the being simultaneously terrified. History dissertations are already overblown as it is. And, as one of my mentors says, a good dissertation is a done dissertation.

But space litter. SPACE LITTER.

Brothers - Champagne hooded dumbo with blue hooded standard

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Winter Soldier by Nic Klein (artist for Winter Soldier #15-19)


25/100Favorite pictures of Chris Hemsworth.

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Do people come up to you at Comic Con and want to feel your head, you know, to make sure everything is a-okay? Yeah, well, they actually don’t want to feel my head and make sure it’s okay. They actually want to squish it. Everyone’s like, “Can I gouge your eyes out for this selfie?” (laughs) And I’m like, “Sure.” - Pedro Pascal

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