UwU are hoawsee bois welcome in this wegiment?

Born in the wrong era !cuteandinvalid

We should all aspire to be Harry Flashman

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Flashman

Hawf a weague, hawf a weague, hawf a weague on, > Intoo the vawwey of Death > Wode the six hundwed. > "Fowawd, the Light Bwugade! > Chawge fow the guns!" he said: > Into the vawwey of Death > Wode the six hundwed. > Was thewe a man dismayed? > Not though the sowdiew knew > Someone had bwundewed: > Theiw's not to make wepwy, > Theiw's not to weason why, > Theiw's but to do and die: > Into the vawwey of Death > Wode the six hundwed.

https://open.spotify.com/track/06TogGIZsQMXh0AOwg1bn8

"Oh no napowean. It appeaws you have left youw fwank exposed. It would be a shame if someone were to.... charge their destriers into it. "

Please welcome @WeihnachtenSalvador and @Arestovitch to the femboy cavalry

She was side-saddling it up the Ride, wearing her best mulberry rig and a plumed hat, and looking ten times as fetching as any female in view. But as I trotted up alongside, I near as not fell out of my saddle with surprise, for she had a companion with her, and who should it be but my Lord Haw-Haw himself, the Earl of Cardigan.

"Haw-haw," says he, "it is Fwashman, I see. Where have you been, sir? Hiding away these many years, I dare say, with this lovely lady. Haw-haw. How-de-do, Fwashman? Do you know, my dear"—this to Elspeth, darn his impudence—" I decware that this fine fellow, your husband, has put on fwesh alarmingly since last I saw him. Haw-haw. Always was too heavy for a wight dwagoon, but now—pwepostewous! You feed him too well, my dear! Haw-haw!"

"You honour me with the recollection, milord," says I, wondering what would happen if I smashed him between the eyes. "But I—"

"Yaas," says he, turning languidly back to Elspeth. "No doubt your husband has many duties—in the ordnance, is it not, or some such thing? Haw-haw. But you must come down, my dear, with one of your fwiends, for a good wong stay, what? The faiwest bwossoms bwoom best in countwy air, don't ye know? Haw-haw." And the old scoundrel had the gall to lean over and pat her hand.

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"Is he not wonderfully condescending, Harry? Such elegant manners—but of course, it is natural in one of such noble breeding. I am sure if you spoke to him, my dear, he would be ready to give the most earnest consideration to finding a place for you—he is so kind, despite his high station. Why, he has promised me almost any favour I care to ask—Harry, whatever is the matter? Why are you swearing—oh, my love, no, people will hear! Oh!"

Whoever wishes to foresee the future must consult the past; for human events ever resemble those of preceding times. This arises from the fact that they are produced by men who ever have been, and ever shall be, animated by the same passions, and thus they necessarily have the same results.

-- Machiavelli

Snapshots:

https://x.com/keyofgeo/status/1892690526631067800:

• ghostarchive.org

• archive.org

• archive.ph (click to archive)

chill out, they just had this accent:

Is this from some strags fanfiction