no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body you only leave home when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you fire under feet hot blood in your belly it’s not something you ever thought of doing until the blade burnt threats into your neck and even then you carried the anthem under your breath only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets sobbing as each mouthful of paper made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land no one burns their palms under trains beneath carriages no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled means something more than journey. no one crawls under fences no one wants to be beaten pitied
no one chooses refugee camps or strip searches where your body is left aching or prison, because prison is safer than a city of fire and one prison guard in the night is better than a truckload of men who look like your father no one could take it no one could stomach it no one skin would be tough enough
the go home blacks refugees dirty immigrants asylum seekers sucking our country dry niggers with their hands out they smell strange savage messed up their country and now they want to mess ours up how do the words the dirty looks roll off your backs maybe because the blow is softer than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender than fourteen men between your legs or the insults are easier to swallow than rubble than bone than your child body in pieces. i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home told you to quicken your legs leave your clothes behind crawl through the desert wade through the oceans drown save be hunger beg forget pride your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear saying- leave, run away from me now i dont know what i’ve become but i know that anywhere is safer than here
The whine of bullets continue to whizz between us. We are currently staving off invading space pirates from getting down the one corridor that gets to the escape pods. Why the designer of the ship thought it was a good idea to build one hallway between the engine room and the escape pods was beyond me.
Tray, another human, and I, had volunteered to hold the pirates off as long as we could. Other humans noticed, nodded their thanks, and kept going. I knew they would watch out for our crew and protect as many as they could. We were family, whether the aliens realized it or not. The other species were flustered and probably had not noticed that Tray and I were missing.
My blaster was running low on battery. I couldn’t remember the last time I had plugged it in. Tray nodded at me. “Think we gave ‘em enough time?”
Without my gun I would be useless. I nodded, calculating that we had given the crew maybe a two-minute head start. It would have to do, the pirates had brought out bigger guns that would blast the corridor wide open. He nodded and inched down the wall until he could close the door he had been leaning against. I helped him slam and bolt it shut before we frantically ran down the corridor, praying that there was an escape pod left.
Another human, Tracy, was standing at the last escape pod. I heard the door explode behind us. Tray kept up with me as I pushed my legs faster. Tracy’s eyes grew larger as she watched us, probably looking at whatever was coming down after us. We neared the pod and she vanished into it. Tray and I slammed inside. A second later, Tracy had closed the doors and started our evacuation.
“How many got away?”
I groaned. How could Tray start thinking about these things? I was exhausted and didn’t want to do anything. I was aware that not everyone made it out, because our escape pod, built for at least 20 beings, had just us 3 inside. I could tell it was bad when Tracy didn’t immediately answer.
Being that there were no other species aboard with us, I put my hands over my ears. I didn’t want to have to pretend to be brave and calmly hear how many we had lost or worse-left behind. But I had to know. I nodded at Tracy to answer.
With a deep breath, she said “200.” I set my lips in a straight line. I will not cry. Out of a crew of about 500, less than half of us had survived?
Hours later, we were still traveling across the expanse of space. We were in a caravan with other escape pods, and had found a ship to head towards. Tray had somehow found a bottle of brandy and took a swig before offering it to me.
“Humans bring safety to the ship,” he said bitterly as I tilted the bottle to my lips. It was a phrase our crew had used to express appreciation for their humans. We all knew we had done the best we could and that nobody would blame us for the 300 lost, but we couldn’t help but to blame ourselves for a time. Once we were reunited with our crew, we would once again be the upbeat friendly species our crew needed. But until then, there was an unspoken agreement to wallow in our own misery together, alone as humans in our escape pod.
(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Rocket xD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Him forgetting his size and appearance as he’d get utterly confident whenever he knows what he wants, especially when it comes to you
-Him showing off to you the new weapons he made, especially all the bigger and powerful guns, only to hold them confidently in hopes you’d be impressed by him
-Him always stealing things while working on a bounty just to whisper to you to look in his bag and try to impress you that way but really freaking you out and making you panic
-Him making you special weapons and really they are all meant for you, only to just stare at you expecting you to realize as to why he would do such things
-Him sitting by your side at the bar and asking you about your day, only to laugh when you’d answer that you were with him the whole day, making him buy you a drink as he doesn’t have anything better to say
-Him smiling and baring all his teeth whenever you’d request for someone’s help outside the ship, only to wink at you unsubtly hinting that you should pick him
-Him acting surprise to see you with flowers in your hair but taking a good long moment to compliment you, only to have actually been the one to tell Groot to do so to you
-Him taking a glance at you and confirming that you look good out of the blue, only to smirk whenever he manages to make you blush
-Peter asking him if he’s flirting with you, only for him to tell him to keep quiet and that he’s got it and winking at him
-Him climbing up on Groot just to get on your eye level and asking you about your plans on your free time
When one typically envisions German tanks of World War II, one typically thinks of giant steel behemoths such as the Tiger tank or perhaps the Panther tank. However, German heavy tanks weren’t really all that common until later in the war, in fact they really weren’t all that common at all. In the beginning of the war, German tanks were heavily outclassed by their Allied counterparts, especially by French and later Soviet heavy tanks. During the Invasion of France, most German tanks were either Panzer I, II, or III models, the heavier Panzer IV and Panzer 38(t) not being fielded in large numbers.
Overall Allied tanks tended to have thicker armor and bigger guns. The Germans were able to defeat Allied tank forces through superior tactics and war doctrine, the radio being a more potent piece of equipment than guns and armor., something which Allied tanks woefully lacked. However there were instances when the weaknesses of German tanks became glaringly obvious.
One such incident occurred on the 16th of May, 1940 at the village of Stonne during the invasion of France. Stonne was an important strategic point on the way to Sedan, thus over the past few days heavy fighting had occurred over the village, resulting in the town changing hands no less than seventeen times. On the morning 16th the French conducted a counterattack against German positions with infantry attacking from the south and tanks attacking from the west.
At the head of the French tanks was Captain Pierre Billotte, in command of a Char B1-bis heavy tank nicknamed “Eure”. The Char B1-bis was one of those monster tanks that gave the German’s much grief during the invasion of France, with 60mm frontal armor, a 47mm gun mounted in the turret, and a 75mm gun mounted in the chassis, it pretty much outclassed everything the Germans had in their tank arsenal.
When facing larger Allied tanks German tanks would typically try to outmaneuver and outflank their opponents, attacking the weaker side and rear armor. However the German’s had their tanks lined up in a row along the main street of the town, and thus were trapped. Captain Billotte and his crew charged right into the town, blasting each tank one by one as they charged down the street. The German tanks opened fire, but each and every round bounced of the B1′s thick frontal armor. Capt. Billotte and his tanks exited the town to the east, popping two German anti tank guns on the way out. When the smoke had cleared, Capt. Billotte and his crew had destroyed two Panzer IV tanks, eleven Panzer III tanks, and two anti tank guns. During the battle, the Char B1-bis “Eure” had sustained 140 hits.
The German’s eventually took Stonne on May 25th, bring forth larger anti tank guns to drive off the French tanks. Capt. Pierre Billotte was captured by the German’s, though he later escaped and served with the Free French forces throughout the remainder of the war. After the war he became Assistant Chief of Staff of The French Army, and later headed the French Military Mission to the UN. In his post military career he served in many political positions. He passed away in 1992.
In 2014, I injured my wrists and was unable to complete my third year of university because my hands were virtually useless; I couldn’t write, type, or even hold open a book. As con season rolled around in 2015, my wrists were still in pain, but I managed to create four cosplays and design one fashion show piece before the year was out! I even modelled another designer’s piece in the same fashion show, and partook in my first ever bodypaint project. Considering my wrists are still healing over a year later, I’d say I’m pretty proud of myself for pushing through the pain in the name of costuming.
flag fluttered in the wind, it was held high by a single figure at
it’s base who had erected it but had not the strength to dig it into
the ground. The flag was that of the Benemar, two tusks crossed over
a war axe on a blood red background.
Benemar warrior looked up at it laughing to himself, they had won,
they would soon push the Humans off their world and then burn theirs
to ash, with this victory they had broken the Human war machine here.
behind him made him turn and he scarcely saw the figure before it
struck him so hard his head exploded. Karen stood over the now
headless Benemar and watched as the flagpole fell to the blood soaked
dirt and behind her the Humans and Gal were finishing off the rest of
the Benemar that had survived the battle. The battle had raged for
hours and had been devastating for both sides, the Benemar in a
desperate attempt to break the stalemate had shelled the battlefield
hitting both sides. If it was not for the Humans fighter craft
braving anti air fire they would have continued till no one from
either side was left alive.
had been hit hard, she had suffered multiple shots from near point
blank range to her chest and torso and if it was not for her armour
she would be dead. But most severe of all was a blade cut her neck at
the artery. She had thought herself dead and had not realised how she
had survived until the battle was over. A Gal, a symbiotic type had
latched onto her neck with it’s circler mouth over the wound and it’s
tentacles dug into the skin and into the veins. The Gal themselves
were covered with these things that help them heal wounds easier and
faster. Humans may be tougher than most other races but even they
have their limits and it was long believed that no race could hold a
Gal symbiont as they tended to tax the body while they healed it. The
Humans though seemed to be fine, if not a bit uneasy at having a Gal
with a single eye on their body watching them all the time. Also it
flooded their bodies with adrenaline and fed off the dead cells of
the body which was why none had had the need to pee since one was
attached. It also caused the same mental strain that the full sized
Gal did when they tried to connect their minds to other races. Maybe
it was because of their size or that they were connected physically
but the Humans were not feeling any such side effects, no headaches
touched the Gal on her neck and it pulsated under her touch like a
heartbeat, she tried to put it from her mind and went to join the
rest of her force.
was dead and thus command of the army had fallen to Jenkins who was
next in command and field promoted to Captain, he had quickly
requested reinforcements from Williams force who were due to arrive
the following day and right now all they could do was secure their
line and wait.
of them was a city, the Benemar called it Geeda and it was little
more than a mass population centre, the majority of their garrison
had been sent in their assault and they were now dead at least those
that did not retreat. They city was heavily under manned. But it was
heavily defended, it was surrounded by a wall of solid steel reaching
several hundred feet high with only a small number of entrances. It
was also armed with hundreds of heavy guns that could spot anything
for miles and it could only be approached from the east and southern
sides as it hugged a passing river. It had often boasted that a
billion Gal could assail it and never breach it’s walls. That claim
if somewhat diluted was about to be tested.
are going to need some bigger guns if we are going to breach that
thing” Cathy said looking at the map.
a big can of woopass” Karen said fingerbanging her but no one
in this scenario the city is the can sooooooo…”
Jenkins said getting everyone’s attention back to him “You are
right Cathy we will need more armaments to lay a siege of this
magnitude, but we cannot even advance for another two days. We have
simply sustained too many casualties”
our Gal allies simply spawn more of their kind to make up the
difference?” asked Cho who had been promoted to Jenkins second in
had a Gal symbiont on his back so he was without his armour and it
made him look almost like a hunchback. Most of the Humans had a
symbionts to some degree.
new warriors will take time, close to about three of your weeks to
spawn and fully grow them” A Gal signed.
can’t delay an attack for that long” Karen stated.
we cannot and we will not” Jenkins said as the symbiont on chest
became loose so it held on tighter by digging it’s tentacles deeper
into his skin making him wince. “I have received word that a number
of our assets are operational within the city and will make their
move on our signal”
then the ground began to thud and timed intervals and everyone in the
army turned to regard these new arrivals.
huge two legged walking war machines that had enough fire power to
level whole armies in moments. Five stories tall with four artillery
guns, two on it’s back and two on it’s arms that were a bit smaller.
were often called war ending weapons but they had a number of
they were slow, very slow as even taking a single step needed careful
consideration and experience with the machines of this type. The
podsuits were often called the prototypes to these monstrosities but
in fact the prototypes had been used back in the first war between
the Humans and Benemar. Back then they only had two, now they had
ten, five for each front.
were also slow to deploy from orbit, they had to be shipped down in
pieces and assembled on planet, this required the shipping of the
specifically built constriction machines that in fact were just re
also needed constant air support, the design of them was to defeat
enemies on the ground and attempts to equip it with anti air guns
taxed it’s internal generator to the limit and cause them to overheat
and sometimes detonate when under intense attack. So they never went
into battle without some air cover.
these Bastions, we will tear open Geeda, the Benemar are putting to
much faith in their walls but walls have a severe weakness that out
ways their advantage” Jenkins said smiling.
that?” Cathy asked.
trap the inhabitants inside the city”
was dark and wet place, little foliage grew on Bento and none of it
grew here. The city’s inhabitants seemed oddly at ease even after
their defeat, probably because they thought they had won in general.
Faye sat on a balcony overlooking one of the entrances with her
second in command Corporal Oma who sat beside her watching one of the
gates to the city. Their Chamo armour was activated making them
invisible to the eye, it was not true invisibility and only really
worked if the wearer stood perfectly still. It bent light with the
use of microscopic camera’s on the front and back to in a sense
project the surface onto them.
from the battle were arriving bringing tales of how they had fought
hard and reaped a bloody toll on the Human and Gal forces. That
battle took place some days ago but not even Faye had heard what the
outcome was and she was not about to believe the Benemar. They were
shouting that they had slaughtered so many that they were now weak
and demoralised and could never assault this city.
our troops in position?” Faye asked.
should be so within the hour” Oma replied.
we got time for lunch then” she said getting up and leaving, they
found a more hidden place to deactivate their armour and get out some
slaves, they are all underfed and sickly, they cannot hold on for
long against a Benemar counter attack or maybe even the defenders”
Oma said handing a ration chip to her.
are slaves fighting for their freedom, that will make them fight all
the harder, and besides, they don’t need to win, just keep the
Benemar’s attention for a time”
what is the plan then?”
don’t know” Faye said suddenly and Oma was surprised to hear it,
usually the commander is in the loop on such plans. “It’s a
security measure so that if I am captured not even I can tell the
enemy the true extent of our plans. All I am ordered to do is to
cause as much trouble when the signal to attack comes”
can we expect it” Oma asked but he did not expect her to know.
as she was about to reply her wrist com shun a green colour and she
looked down at it and smiled.
twelve hours” she smiled.
up they saw the sky filled with Human craft and the Geeda’s anti air
guns opened fire.