fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

This is Walter Schellenberg (1910-1952). Yes, he was a Nazi and yes he was in the SS, but I still think he is freaking cute. I don’t know why, and yes I am a bad person for it. OH WELL.

Some background info: Schellenberg was the Chief of the Ausland SD, which was a intelligence agency that specialized in foreign intelligence. One of the things he did for this job was take over a brothel and wire tap all the rooms and stuff to find out about all the people who went there (mostly high ranking Nazis and foreign diplomats). Also he was sent to capture some British royals but that didn’t work out. After the war he was captured and tried at Nuremberg, and then he was in prison until 1951.

Random Info: Schellenberg’s desk had two guns on it, which he could fire at will on anyone who came into his office (but he never did, as far as I know). Supposedly his wife poured acid on him (Yes, they did not get along). Also he had a tendency to call people he didn’t like whores.

So there you have it.

“Also he had a tendency to call people he didn’t like whores.” I’m not the only one!

reimaginethestars:

The greatest scene in all animated movie history.

I don’t remember this scene, but this made me laugh!

cobainreincarnated:

Love this movie to death, even though I’ve only seen it once.

This movie made me laugh so much!

First rule of Fight Club. Don’t talk about Fight Club.

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

This BAMF lady here, is called Hannah Snell :D

She was born in Worcester in 1723, low class, and married in 1744 to James Snell, who wasn’t exactly the poster boy at being a husband - he got her pregnant, then sold off her possessions to pay for his whores, and eventually ran off and left her and the baby, who died at seven months.

Most people would have remarried, but not Hannah - she dressed up as a man, created the alias James Gray, and JOINED THE ARMY in order to find him.

Now, she joined in 1745, ended up fighting in Scotland due to the Jacobite rebellion at the time, but then ended up being given five hundred lashes for refusing to obey her sergeant (who had ordered her to find a whore for him).

So she deserted, walked from Carlisle (where she was based), to Portsmouth, AND JOINED THE MARINES.

While still pretending to be James Gray.

She spent the next five years sailing round the world, fighting in land and sea battles, and being noted for her bravery under fire, and in one battle (at Pondicherry in India), she was horrifically injured - five shots to one leg, six to the other, and one to the groin.

While lying in the field hospital waiting to be seen, she knew that she’d end up being discovered - so what did she do?

She got an orderly to find her bandages and liniment, and then, using her fingers, dug out the shot, dressed the wound, and when the surgeons came round, she told them she was just shot in the legs.

She was fully healed in three months.

Nothing stopped her, and even with sharing the same sleeping areas as her friends, as her officers (she was the batman for many an officer), even sharing the same bed, she wasn’t found out!

In 1750 however, she was discharged along with her fellow Marines, and once they collected all their money, they went to the pub (as you would).

In the middle of the pub, she stood up, and said to her friends:

“Why gentlemen, James Gray will cast off his skin like a snake and become a new creature. In a word, gentlemen, I am as much a woman as my mother ever was, and my real name is Hannah Snell.”

One of her friends proposed on the spot. 

Her friends then persuaded her to apply for a pension from the head of the English army, the Duke of Cumberland. Hannah followed this advice and approached the Duke on 16 June 1750 while he was reviewing troops in St. James’s Park. Surprised by the curious figure standing before him, the Duke accepted a petition from Hannah, which detailed her many adventures.

 

Within days, news of Hannah’s exploits had trickled into the London press and the public clamoured for more information. Eager to profit from this notoriety, Hannah immediately sold her story to the London publisher, Robert Walker. Her appearances on stage in uniform caused a sensation, and the news of her adventures quickly spread across Britain.

In November 1750, the Royal Chelsea Hospital officially recognised Snell’s military service and granted her a lifetime pension. She lived for another forty years, marrying twice and raising two sons, having a brief run on the stage as a celebrity, and opening her own pub called “The Female Warrior”. In 1791 however, Snell was admitted to the lunatic asylum, Bedlam, where she died six months later.

And the husband who had started this all?

He was pressganged by the Dutch Navy, and died in a bar, penniless :D

Needless to say, these are the days I wish I had a TARDIS so I could find her and FLAIL :D

 

(Information about her taken from The Female Soldier; Or, The surprising Adventures of Hannah Snell (1^st edition), The Augustan Reprint Society, publ. No. 257, Los Angeles, 1989, and http://www.hannahsnell.com/biography.htm . Photo from Google :)) 

What a badass!

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Field-Marshal Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington

If this man is not the most stunning general Britain has ever had the good fortune to possess…

I mean, just look at those thighs — and perhaps the naughty bump in between. And do not complain about artistic licence because I honestly do not give a damn. 

Setting aside his diving looks for a moment, Wellington was arguably the greatest British military commander of all time, working wonders against native armies in India, defeating Napoleon’s marshals again and again in the Peninsular War of 1808-1814, and then crushing the little Corsican himself at Waterloo, during which he said “Hard pounding, gentlemen. Let’s see who pounds the longest.” Indeed, he had a reputation for being something of a pounder. Known for his dry wit, piercing blue eyes, strong aquiline nose, and lithe frame, he was quite the ladies man and especially fond of married women. After all, “The Iron Duke” courted danger in all aspects his life, galloping along the lines during battle, heedless of the shots around him and riding bravely through the streets of London even when he was politically unpopular. The man practically believed nonchalance made him bulletproof. He possessed an almost unbending will and an aristocratic self-confidence (though it was a long-time coming), yet was one of the most down-to-earth men of his day. Perhaps his most attractive feature was his humanity; he was not one to apologize, but knew when he had offended and felt it keenly and often went to considerable lengths to make amends. The great man lived to be a Victorian Icon at 83 years old, having served as Prime Minister and Commander-in-Chief (the latter position he held till his death), and he departed this earth with all his faculties and hair. His tomb is located in St Paul’s Cathedral, right next to that other Napoleonic Wars hottie, Horatio Nelson. 

That British man.

Day Four. One of your parents’ name. I decided to choose my mom!

Apparently Day Three didn’t post last night even though I clicked the post button like twice. Oh well.. Here it is: Day Three. Your best friend’s name.

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Have you ever seen a more charming man than Jimmy Stewart? No. I didn’t think so.

Not only a wonderful actor, known for his roles in such classics as It’s a Wonderful Life and Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, James Stewart served as a pilot in World War II, initially rejected by the army for being underweight, despite wanting to serve. So, he went home, gained some weight, and was able to enlist. During the war, due to his celebrity status, he was kept in America, but after two years, his request to join the battle overseas was finally answered, where he flew in many dangerous missions, earning a good collection medals and awards.

While he could have stayed home and enjoyed his life as a movie star, he chose to put his life on the line for, if you’ll pardon my wording, truth, justice and the American way. Also, there was his face. It was pretty much adorable.

A man in uniform always gets me.

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Bobby, Ted, and Jack Kennedy.

I love these boys. JFK is my favorite president, because not only was he quite scandalous, he was very good looking. And so were his brothers. The Kennedys are all just beautiful, I mean, I even have a crush on Jackie Kennedy!