/lit/ - Literature

>>12480723

Same

I just wish the artist would do more.

>>11469345

She would be alive and pregnant if the South had won the Civil War.

This is undisputed fact.

>>11469348
>Holodomor

Was largely overshadowed by World War II and the Holocaust which devastated Ukraine even more badly (nearly 20% of the population died as a direct result of WWII and over 700 major cities and towns were destroyed).

The only reason Ukrainians still care about it is because the Russians are still there, picking fights with them.

>Cultural Revolution

Occurred in China (and therefore not really of the interest of Western audiences).

Also https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Films_about_the_Cultural_Revolution

>>11202077

Sorry, I got drunk on Sunday night and let the thread die.

Now I'm on my neighbor's wifi so I'll just dump my collection

>>10855296

Peter van Pels, her papa, or dentist guy

>>10839293

Meeting new people is always fun. That's why I come to this site.

>>10624464
>>10624470

I read she had grey eyes (which can be mistaken for blue very easily). And her skin would’ve been a lot more pale from hiding in an attic for two years.

>>10422909

Step one was done. She'd taken her turn, now it was time for the Nazis to take theirs. If they played the game with the same oppressive dedication to brutal force above all else, they'd play right into her trap. But that would take time. A day, at least. She had to give the Germans time to dig their own graves. And that meant the hardest thing of all for her, waiting.

She secreted the pistol back where it came from, a shiver racing up her spine as the hot metal silencer kissed her tender flesh. She hated waiting. Waiting meant there was nothing for her to do but ponder her belly, she couldn't distract herself from the constant ache she'd learned to deal with, there was no way to get past the throbbing need she felt. She needed to give birth, any day now even her immense will wouldn't be enough to hold back her twins another second. She *needed* to give birth. She could feel twinges and hints of labor pulling at her already, but she forced herself to ignore them.

There wasn't time for that. Not now, not while *they* still ruled. But there was one thing she'd learned. A way to let the ache slip from her mind, if only for a moment. That one precious balm that soothed her aching belly and drove the nazis from her mind for a few precious moments.

She made her way home as quick as she could. Her massively swollen belly forced her into a comical waddle, and her heart beat a pounding thunder against her chest. She needed to get back, her body was throbbing with an overwhelming need for the one thing that'd eased her gravid aches.

You're busy zeroing one of her 'acquired' rifles when she comes through the door. Somehow, her massive bulging stomach is bigger than it was when she left this morning. Her skin's even tauter as she hurriedly tore open her comically small dress. Her naked belly and popped navel bulge like a larger imitation of her already engorged breasts.

"Anon," she straddles you. "I don't care if my water's about to break, I need it."