Totally didn’t spend my entire day at work writing about a culture of giant arboreal monosexual lesbian lizards people. And then I absolutely did not write about a pair of them awkwardly trying to date a human from a scifi future version of Earth. Also, I could not conceivably have drawn a frankly embarrassing amount of scribbles and doodles about all of these things.
for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.
how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever
girl pilots (◕‿◕✿)
girl pilots killing nazis ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
But, remember, women never did anything in history.
This is laughably incorrect.
Fact 1: Although technologically obsolete as of WWII, the Polikarpov Po-2 “Kukuruznik” biplanes flown by the 588th Night Bomber Regiment were in no way ” the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world.” The Po-2 was first flown in 1929 and remained in production until 1953 due to its low cost and extreme reliability. It is, in fact, the second most produced aircraft in history, and the most produced biplane in history. The night bombers flew brand new, specially modified Po-2s fitted with bomb racks and machine guns.
Fact 2: The Po-2 was extremely quiet; Germans nicknamed it the Nähmaschine (“sewing machine”) due to the muted rattling sound its tiny little 99-horsepower radial engine made. The night bombers would fly these quiet little planes just a few meters off the ground, then climb to higher altitude, cut the engine, and glide to the attack point so that the Germans would have no warning of an incoming attack other than wind whistling through the wing bracing-wires. It wasn’t because the engines were unreliable, it was a planned attack pattern.
Fact 3: Saying “their leader flew over 200 missions” is both inaccurate and damning with faint praise. Whereas most combat pilots fly only one or two sorties per day, all of the 588th Night Bomber Regiment pilots flew multiple missions every night, with the record being eighteen missions flown back-to-back-to-back-to-back in a single night. By the end of the war, most of the “Night Witches” had around a thousand combat sorties under their belts.
The Night Witches were THAT fucking badass, and it pisses me off when people get it all wrong because they’re too damn lazy to do their homework.
Night Witches all day every day
chihiro is a trans woman
naoto is genderqueer or a trans man
rui ninomiya is genderqueer or a trans woman
the ‘canon’ surrounding these characters as given to us by the authors is an outright dismissal of any critical thought to sex or gender, in its best case an attempt to be…
Naoto is such a black spot in my enjoyment of Persona 4. The way the character was handled constantly sets my nerves to grind especially the unbelievable failure of the voice acting that happens after Naoto’s dungeon. I don’t necessarily blame the VA, I spread that blame around to all the fetid claws that dug into it. It made me so angry to hear those ridiculously out of character falsetto wails during combat and UGH. PFfft blaugh dating Kanji so everyone’s perfectly straight and sailor fukus and HERE let me change some fundamental portions of my character to please you UGH FLUrkgk
oh my god, the holy fucking grail.
except that my chances of getting it to run are like 0
this game was the SHIT
I honestly don’t know how I managed to beat this game. It was like some kind of bizarre fever dream of hitting on manic depressive robots and yelling at sassy parrots to get them to eat pistachios.
It’s 2014 and I still don’t believe in a super-feminine Samus.
The key thing to remember about these sketches is that they were done after an 18 hour train ride throughout which I was mildly buzzed on crème de menthe. And then (around 7pm while waiting for my connecting train at 8) I went to a sports bar in the train station and continued drinking. At some point I started to draw the people around me. Also I was fiddling with the design for lizard alien girl I intend to write about eventually. These were the most coherent things I drew from the night… I also apparently met this fellow and chatted him up a bit. He seemed like a cool guy just trying to get his career going. Of course it might not have been him but since he didn’t try to hit on me or anything I don’t imagine he was lying.