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scotianostra · 7 months
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October 11th 1511 saw the "Great Michael" launched for King James IV.
James IV is remembered fondly as one of our greatest ever kings, he was the last true peoples King - he drank with the people, he gave them money, he led them from the front. And they loved him.
James was keen to equip Scotland with the world's best navy, and The Great Michael was the flagship to lead it.
First they had to find somewhere to build it, the place they found became Newhaven, which became our first world beating shipyard in a tradition that endured for centuries. The ship they'd build at this new yard would eventually weigh 1000 tons. She was 240ft long and 33 ft abeam and set sail equipped with 24 Flanders guns and around 40 smaller guns - Mons Meg is said by some to have been among her weaponry - manned by a crew of 300 sailors, 120 gunners and up to 1000 soldiers, a beast of a ship.
The Great Michael not only impressed all who saw her with its scale, but the skill of its workmanship and its lavish fittings. She possibly took up to 72 acres of wood to create. Swathes of forest were felled in Fife and shipped to Newhaven. The ammo guns on board would have been hugely expensive. She was carved, decorated and painted. The cloth used for just one of her Saltires measured 22 yards long. She would have been a remarkable work of art
The Great Michael sparked an international arms race with the jealous monarchs of Europe. She was a revolutionary ship - building her was a massive international project like running a space project. The amazing thing was that it wasn't one of the European superpowers doing it - it was Scotland.
After King James IV's death at Flodden, she was sold to France for a bargain sum and became the flagship of the Vice Admiral of Brittany. She became a significant weapon in the war of the French fleet against the Spanish. Her final resting place is unknown, however it's thought that in 1523 she may have returned to Scotland, carrying the regent of Scotland (the duke of Albany, regent for James V) from France.
What became of her remains lost in time. The first pic shows The Great Michael returning to Newhaven by Frank Forsgard Manclark, 'The Leith Artist', the second pic is a model of The Great Michael at Ocean Terminal shopping centre in Leith.
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jvzebel-x · 1 year
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vampirecatboy · 1 year
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thinking about regency au and plunking Kilian down in it
he's already a noble so he'd technically fit right in, but he's also French so what the hell is he doing in Regency Great Britain (semantics honestly, i have Irish and Scottish nobles, i'm not going for accuracy here)
i'm thinking he knows Rhys, they've met previously, and of course they have a rivalry going, very gay, very charged
they each try to teach Kira how to use a sword, very like "oh you're holding it wrong. here let me wrap my arms around you from behind and take your hands to show you the proper grip"
they probably each do that in front of the other to like, try to make the other jealous and be like "oh look Kira likes me more" meanwhile Kira is just like, internally dying because two gorgeous men are basically using him to get to each other and oh god he's a virgin no one's ever touched him like this his heart can't take it
anyway the wip is nowhere close to a place where i can introduce Kilian
unless......
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cesium-sheep · 2 years
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sometimes you just gotta stay up an extra hour listening to work songs. I love the whole fuckin genre of work songs altho of course sea shanties tend to slide very nicely into my vocal range with the way they had to travel over a large and noisy workspace, plus the tendency to be group affairs.
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otto-s-alskling · 2 months
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TF141 X Fem!Reader
"Dress Up"
Shopping for disguises is something that the Taskforce sometimes dreads and sometimes are excited about. But when the mission called for having you dressed up for the supposed Gala that you are all to attend to, they immediately scrambled to the nearest boutique to find the best gown for you.
The four men sat at the dress boutique, an odd bunch as the sales lady assisting you was inside the changing room to help with the lacing and fixing up the dress. So far, the picks have been good, none of them totally into it because some have been a
... Questionable.
Soap chose a dark navy blue dress that showed so much of your back, which in return immediately got him hit on the back of his head by Ghost.
Gaz chose a rose colored dress but the slit reached almost your hip and Price couldn't have shoved you back in the changing stall so fast to hide you.
Price chose a red dress, a quite regal looking one that's a halter neckline and a glittery mermaid style that got a few appreciative nods.
Ghost, however, picked something that no one else expected him to ever choose. It wasn't goofy or ugly or anything. Quite the opposite.
You stepped out the changing stall, blushing, as you stared at the mirrors and the men all froze, especially Ghost. The three immediately looked at the masked man before looking at you again and they all sported a red shade on their cheeks and ears, refusing to look away from you.
Ghost chose a dress with sweetheart neckline, slightly fitted at the top with a sparkly plain skirt. Nothing too flared or anything but still gorgeous on you. Was even nice enough to get you a silver belt too. The fucking color of the dress? White.
Ghost picked a wedding dress for you to try on.
Imagination ran wild between the men before you cleared your throat. "I don't think I'll wear this one... Cause..." Your voice trailed off when they didn't even move a muscle, just busy gazing at you.
Nobody answered for a moment before Price clears his throat. "That uhm... Looks great, love but not for this occasion. I think we should get the halter one. You pick the color."
I nodded and went to the sales lady, leaving the men in awe at what they just saw. Ghost looked at Soap who was grinning as he held up his phone. Sneaky Scottish bastard managed to take pictures and Gaz immediately requested for a few copies, making Price chuckle.
Secured with the dark blue version of the halter dress and the same silver belt that Ghost picked, the team headed out of the boutique.
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Ghost went back the next day, and bought the dress he picked and a veil himself,gazing at his new phone wallpaper of you in the very same dress. You never know when you might need it ;3
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ajl1963 · 2 years
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Weekend Finds - July 2022
Weekend Finds – July 2022
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komorezuki · 4 months
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An expert on costumes and naval uniform wanted: what does Dagon's new outfit demonstrate?
Well, my hyperfixation on Dagon is still at its peak and now i feel there are some interesting things can be seen on her new pretentious outfit. I am trying to collect all my finds here and asking you to help me explain it. Hope this meta will be replenished with your additions.
So, let's look at it closer:
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Disclaimer: i am not so good at color correction so if you know better please teach me to improve images.
Obviously she has some pirate (or rather lovecraftian, which her name directly refers to) vibes, hasn't she? Lite Davy Jones. Probably that her demonic form has tentacles who knows.
First: the coat as a whole. Blue color, embrodiered lapels and cuffs, collar (i dont know how this form is called), golden epaulettes. The coat is looking like a part of British navy uniform in Regency Era (hmmm what is it about Jane Austin??) We can see similar uniform in illustrations from the book Nelson's Officers and Midshipmen. I also dont know why her epaulettes are blank.
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Next: the sash. I dont know if the red color makes any sense, anyway i would like someone to expand the information.
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The sash looks shabby too:
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What i want to focus to is pins:
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Two saber pins. I dont think they make any sense, just a reference to navy/pirates
A blurry silver pin. Thistle? If so, it looks like Royal Scottish Reserve Regiment Cap Badge. Why does Dagon wear this?
A strange blue pendant with a horseman and circular inscription. It's very unreadable, and i have no idea what this pendant (medal?) means.
Two medal ribbon bars. This is most interesting thing. I have identified the only medal from this bars: Military Medal that is awarded to other ranks of the Army and Royal Air Force for acts of bravery in the field.
Upper bar seems also very intriguing but i couldnt find any info about blue+white+red strips in the middle of ribbon.
Next: random pretty stuff. Necklace and fragment of the embrodiery on lapel. Looks like it was once a luxury golden embrodiery, but now it has severely dimmed and soaked. As if Dagon took this coat from the sea floor. She is capable of it, I believe, I can expect this of potentially oceanic archidemon.
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And most likely she is wearing black dress under the coat and nails that are as blue as her makeup. Probably there is something to say about her hairstyle, but...i ran out of ideas. Hope you my brothers help me to disassemble this visual disaster.
P.S. especially thanks to @ninnikukawaii for checking my english texts. I just want to say, you're an angel (♡°▽°♡)
Part 2 is here
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thelostsmiles · 10 months
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Bear Grylls takes prolific superstar and venerated actor Benedict Cumberbatch on an adventure across the Isle of Skye
Bear surprised Benedict with a mission extraction aboard a British Royal Navy nuclear submarine that surfaced off Scotland's Isle of Skye. "It was positively James Bond-like." The team was given specific timing along with latitude and longitude points off the icy Scottish waters. Bear had to show up bang on time or miss the ride, all while keeping the meeting a secret from him. Benedict's grandfather was a World War II submariner and it was emotional for him to catch a glimpse of the life he led. "Benedict had no idea. He thought we were going to the mainland, but suddenly the Royal Marines showed up."
watch the clip here
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snootlestheangel · 2 months
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@stuffireadandenjoy
I feel like you'd enjoy this thought (mostly cause I'm using this in Death Doesn't Want Me)
Soap paints places he sees while working for his family. Never explains why he was there, obviously, but he paints the beautiful countrysides and hustling city streets he sees while abroad. Usually these are places with meaning or places that impacted him or places that he remembers the best.
Sometimes he has to take creative liberties to hide certain facts. And he always frames them and gives them to his Mum to put up in their old childhood home so everyone can see them when they're together for the holidays. On the frames, it's always the name of the place
There's actually a couple for Las Almas.
One is a dark navy ocean/sky interrupted by a gorgeous orange sunset.
Except Ghost can't possibly recall where or when Soap would have seen this during their time in Las Almas.
But then he remembers.
The "sunset" is the oil rig explosion
And Ghost falls just a bit more in love with his little Scottish weirdo
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jungle-angel · 7 months
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😲 more prompts!! omg ❤️‍🩹 can we get 1 and 17 for bob, please?
Oh honey absolutely!!!!!!! I just watched The Caine Mutiny Court Martial and needless to say, it did very, very unholy things to me (lol).
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Your poor husband hadn't stopped coughing since he had gotten home from the party at the hotel last night, the wetness having settled in his chest and offering him no relief from the bone cracking coughing.
"Still feeling terrible Admiral Floyd?" you chuckled, kissing his warm forehead.
"I think I need a doctor," Bob croaked, finally having a chance to take in a breath.
You kissed him again, not caring in the least if you got sick. Bob reached out, his gentle hand caressing your bump to feel the kicking of the baby boy who was just weeks away from being born. "Sweetheart, I don't want you both getting sick," he groaned.
"Bob I already checked with your sister," you assured him. "She said if it happens alot more than you think. The best she can do is keep an eye on it."
"I know, I'm just being overprotective," he told you before another round of hacking began.
You drew the duvet over him and wiped away the sweat from his forehead with a rag you kept in the bathroom. You should've known that winter was prime season for sicknesses if your students at Auggie and Patrick's Waldorf School had taught you anything.
"Do you wanna go to the urgent-care clinic up the road?" you asked.
"Maybe Mickey can bring me?" Bob asked. "Unless the doc's still doing house calls."
"Here," you said, pulling a pair of jeans, his blue button-down and his navy blue Carhardt jacket out of the closet. "Get these on and I'll call either Mickey or Jake to take you to urgent-care."
Bob hummed a weak response as he slipped into a fresh set of clothes. Sure enough, both Mickey and Jake had shown up while Phoenix had come by to keep you company.
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"Take another deep breath for me," the doctor told him.
Bob took another deep breath as the Navy doctor listened to his heart and lungs, the crackling in the airways obvious enough to indicate an infection.
"Well, the good news is that it's treatable," the doctor told him. "You'll have to be on antibiotics for a week, taken with food and absolutely no dairy until this thing has cleared."
"Damnit," Bob silently mouthed. Growing up on a ranch all his life had made him a fiend for milk, cheese and yogurt, but getting this infection cleared was top priority.
"Scrip will be available at the PX pharmacy and can be picked up anytime," the doctor told him. "I highly suggest you go home and get some rest in the meantime."
"Thanks doc," Bob said before gathering his jacket and the slip to leave.
He followed Jake and Mickey both to Jake's truck, wanting nothing more than to get home and rest and trying to suppress the cough that was still rumbling in his lungs.
"You sound like you need a shot of whiskey and bed," Jake chuckled.
"Fuck you Hangman," Bob groaned, laughing a little.
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"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy's home!! Daddy's Home!!!" Auggie chirped when he saw the truck pulling into Jake's driveway and letting Bob out.
You hoisted yourself out of the cozy window bench where you and Auggie had been reading, the fire crackling away in the fireplace while the snow fell outside and while Natasha had been preparing lunch in the kitchen.
Bob opened the front door and immediately Jock, the little black Scottish terrier, had jumped from Auggie's lap to paw at Bob's leg, his little tartan sweater keeping out the harsh winter cold that blew in through the front door.
"Hi sweetheart," you said, taking each other in your arms before he started coughing again.
You kissed his cold, reddened cheeks before Auggie came bounding in from the living room. "Daddy, you sick?" he asked.
"Uh huh," Bob answered, scooping up his son and kissing his cheek in return. "Gonna go lie down."
You helped Bob upstairs with Jock following you, letting him crawl right back under those covers, shuddering from the cold but brief walk into the house. Jock yipped a little before crawling in beside his master, licking Bob's cheeks and making him laugh a little before you kissed your husband.
"Auggie what are you doing?" you chuckled.
"I've gotta take care of Daddy," the bespectacled five year old announced proudly.
You laughed a little upon seeing Auggie in his little doctor's uniform that had been his Halloween costume, carrying a ziploc bag full of the first aid items you kept around the house.
"Ok now Daddy, open your mouth and stick out your tongue," Auggie demanded.
Bob playfully stuck his tongue out at Auggie but didn't open his mouth.
"No Daddy, stop doing that lizard thing," Auggie told him, pretending to be stern. "I gotta look into your mouth and see what made you sick."
You were biting your knuckles, resisting the urge to laugh.
"Yep!" Auggie exclaimed, shining the flashlight into Bob's open mouth. "You've got worms."
"Worms?!" you blurted out, unable to control your laughter anymore.
"Looks like we've gotta operate Daddy," Auggie concluded. "But before we do I gotta have you throw up into this."
Bob was laughing and coughing all at once as Auggie held up Jock's empty water dish near the bed he shared with Dolly, the little Pekingese puppy who was probably playing with Diedre in her room.
"Alright Doctor Auggie, out, out, let Daddy rest," you told him.
Bob pulled you in for another kiss, still laughing once the coughing had subsided.
"Daddy," chirped a quiet little voice from the three year old standing in the doorway in his little dark green turtleneck and denim overalls.
"What's up Patrick?" Bob croaked.
"Mommy said you sick, so I brought you Teddy," Patrick told him.
Bob was melting at the sight of the fuzzy, cuddly little teddy bear that Patrick had in his hands. It was the same one you and Bob had gotten when you had taken Auggie and Patrick to their very first Red Sox game, a fuzzy little vintage bear with curly fur and his own little red, white and blue Red Sox jersey and little wooden bat. Though the bat was still sitting on Patrick's dresser, the fuzzy little bear had been the one stuffie Patrick always snuggled with when he was sick.
"C'mere buddy," Bob croaked again, lifting his little son up onto the bed and giving him the tightest hug he could give him. "And thank you."
Patrick reached up with his little hands to grab Bob's face, planting a big wet kiss right on his father's cheek, jumping off the bed and waddle-running out of the room to go eat lunch.
"You ok?" you asked Bob.
"I'm alright sweet pea," Bob assured you. "I thought it was cute that they tried."
You smiled at your husband, gently caressing his cheek as he melted into your touch, only to be interrupted by the growling of his belly.
"You hungry now?" you chuckled.
Bob nodded. "Can I have some hot chicken soup?"
"Anything for you Bob," you answered, kissing his cheek before you went down to the kitchen to get him some of the hot chicken soup that Phoenix had made.
You returned just a minute later with the mug full of soup, steaming and hot for Bob and a thick crust of grainy bread for him to eat with it. When he had finished, you crawled in beside him, his hand pulling the duvet over the both of you as you turned out the lights and settled in with Jock having moved to the foot of the bed and warming your feet.
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scotianostra · 10 months
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On July 9th 1917 tragedy struck when the HMS Vanguard blew up in Scapa Flow with the loss of over 800 lives.
Built in 1909 this was the eighth ship to bear the name Vanguard and was part of a new generation of Dreadnought battleships.
After conducting exercises in Scapa Flow she proceeded to anchor for the evening. At 11.20pm a series of internal explosions sank the ship almost immediately. Some 843 men died. Only two men survived, although another source says three.
It was initially feared that a German U-boat had caused the disaster but an investigation determined that an accidental explosion probably caused by cordite inside the battleship’s magazines sank the ship.
101 years on it is still the worst accident in the Royal Navy’s wartime history.
On the night of the explosion, 16 of the ship’s officers were on another vessel watching a concert. Another eight ratings tasked with collecting the officers had just left the Vanguard in a small boat.
Only three men who were on-board HMS Vanguard (out of 845) survived the initial explosion, however, Lieutenant Commander Alan Duke, later died of his injuries, which is probably why the other source gave me three survivors?
The other two men, Marine J Williams and Stoker 1st Class FW Cox, miraculously survived the explosion. The men are said to have been unable to recall the disaster and described being asleep in their bunks before waking up swimming away from the battleship. Very little is known about the lives of the two sailors following the disaster.
The wreck was heavily salvaged after the war, but was eventually protected as a war grave in 1984. It was designated as a controlled site under the Protection of Military Remains Act 1986, and diving on the wreck is generally forbidden.
A simple Celtic Cross memorial remembers those lost that night at Lyness Naval Cemetery, Orkney there are 445 Commonwealth burials here of the First World War, 109 of which are unidentified. The majority of the graves are of officers, ratings, and members of the land forces lost from the Vanguard. It is one of the largest military graveyards in the country.
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emmylous-world · 1 year
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TF141 and their wedding
AN: I was bored and don’t have a laptop so I’ll feed you guys this, what I think their weddings would be like, lemme know if I should do something else, like engagement rings and wedding bands, types of houses etc. enjoy heheh
TF141 x f!reader
TW: mentions of sex,
Ghost💀
He’s gonna be very generic, basic and plain. It would be in the fall, beginning of October. He’s not much of the designer so he’ll definitely let you do the picking and choosing, happy with whatever. But it’s gonna be on the ghost theme, everything black and red with roses and skull’s. it’s not gothic or grungey, just black, red and a little white in there. His suit is black with a red tie. It’s probably held on a field in the country in England, idk won’t go into detail. Would only focus on you the whole night, he touches you more and gives you more kisses then normal. Will not stop touching, always has a hand on you, I mean it’s his wedding day. But doesn’t talk much, just watches you. Got teary eyes at Prices speech. When his tired of everyone, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the cabin and consummate the wedding💀😏
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Soap 🧼
Somewhat of Scottish wedding, definitely wears a kilt and the Mactavish brooch, thistle everywhere, the bouquet, cake, table decorations. It also be in august. Also I’m not sure if he would do a handfast first, but the wedding would definitely held in a castle in the highlands, and is sworn under God to be with you till the end of time. He cries when you walk down the aisle, can’t take his eyes off you, But after the wedding, the reception part, expect him to get pissed drunk. Plays some wedding games definitely, looses every time, cry’s at the speeches, every single one, he’s drunk so it’s a given. Eventually gets horny, takes you away to show you how much he really loves you😌
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Gaz ☕️
Gaz would be basic like Ghost, it’s gonna be in the summer, in a tent. Pastel colours, and lots of eucalyptus. His suit would either be black or blue, I don’t know much about Gaz sorry, so I don’t know exactly what he would be like but would get drunk with soap and you, definitely would smoke a blunt later, get high and have the bestest sex ever. 😩🥵
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Price🥃
This is literally based off of what I want for my wedding, bc I wanna marry this man’s and Ik it’s very much him, ferns and outdoorsy vibes, it’s when the daisy are in bloom (June, I think) or spring I can’t decide. It’s on he’s dad’s property, surrounded by forest. He’s an old man, so he’ll keep it traditional, your wedding band was his mother’s. his suit is a 3 piece navy blue tweed. Hands never leave you, and always looking at you with pure adoration also can’t stop kissing you. When the sunsets, he takes you to the horses on the property and y’all ride over to the hunting cabin in the woods, and he worships you all night. 🤭😏
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Pierre Jacques Étienne Cambrinne:
a. “Victor Hugo made him say ‘merde’ (shit) in his hit novel les misérables for which Hugo was severely criticized. People claimed Hugo was destroying Cambronne’s legacy (which is very funny) He participated in both the revolutionary wars and in the napoleonic wars (the duality of man) and was wounded at waterloo He even married the nurse who cared for him after he was wounded in the aforementioned battle (she was scottish) He was made a baron in 1810 and later he was made a viscount His name even became a euphemism for shit!”
Stephen (Esteban) Maturin:
a. “This man is The Most. Naturalist, spy, surgeon, Irish and Catalan patriot. If you’ve only seen the movie, you’ve missed how incredibly snarky and weird he is. His politics are radical, but he is unfortunately in love with a golden retriever ship captain, who he met because he elbowed him at a concert for being offbeat. Joined the British navy because he was broke and the captain was attractive. Everything about his relationship with Jack is 'me and the bad bitch I pulled for being autistic'"
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vox-ex · 6 months
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control + lavender
supercorptober 2023
"...and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.” ― Richard Siken
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Kara and Lena try to spend a day away from everything, but it's not always that simple.
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"Go, I'll be right here when you get back."
She had urged the words quietly, hesitantly.
"I'll be back — I'll be right back."
The words had seemed to stay right there in the air beside her, keeping her company as minutes became hours, as the promise of time away from the chaos of their lives started to fade below the tree line.
Kara's feet return to the ground beside her with a muted thud, the last bits of sunlight just touching the edges of the shoulders.
In her hands, Lena can see a bundle of wild heather, still damp with the earth it was pulled from, still smelling faintly of the salt air it was washed in.
"Here." Kara's hands push forward the small lavender flowers she had been holding onto so carefully. "I'm sorry I had to leave."
Lena accepts them, fingers brushing against hers as she does. A slight frown creasing her brow when she sees the small bits of dirt and blood staining her hands.
"They're beautiful," Lena reassured her, her voice softening as she shifts the flowers to one hand, reaching into her jacket pocket with the other, pulling out a navy handkerchief embroidered with a small 'L' in gold thread.
Another gift from Kara.
But instead of wrapping the flowers in the fabric, she takes Kara's hand in hers.
"You don't have to," she tries to protest but offers no real resistance.
"I know." Lena mused simply, avoiding eye contact as she continued anyway
She rubs away the blood from her knuckles.
Thinks of all the violence she has seen.
Wipes the dirt from the creases of her palms.
Thinks of her picking flowers one by one.
All the strength it must take to keep fighting.
All the control it must take to still be gentle.
Kara shifts her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly shy beneath Lena's perceptive gaze. The wind rustles through the trees around them, sending a shower of leaves spiraling to the ground.
She folds the handkerchief and tucks it back into her pocket, her fingers lingering for a moment on the smooth fabric.
"Thank you," Kara whispered, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment.
She clears her throat, nudges her chin towards the flowers Lena is holding.
"Purple heather is supposed to symbolize beauty and admiration... I just - I just wanted you to know how much I care about you — how much I love you — that's what this whole day was supposed to be about really. I didn't want it to end without telling you that."
Lena looks down at them again, eyes searching through the hues of lavender and lilac and plum before carefully pulling out one along with two stems of white that had found their way in between, the fragile petals almost translucent in the fading sunlight.
"Scottish legend says that white heather is a symbol of protection," Lena explained, as she twisted them together and then wove the flowers into Kara's hair, fingers brushing against her temple, tracing the curve of her cheekbone before retreating once again.
"I love you too you know." Lena smiles, leaning in to press a soft kiss just below the flowers now intertwined in her hair. "I'm also not above asking for a little help keeping you safe."
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read and follow along on Ao3 too
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The Princess Royal’s Official Engagements in November 2023
01/11 Princess Anne, the Duke of Edinburgh and the Duke & Duchess of Gloucester attended the Senior Serving and Retired Officers’ Briefing at the Army and Navy Club on Pall Mall in London. 🪖💼
As Chancellor of Harper Adams University, attended the launch of the University’s Strategic Plan at London Bridge Arches. 🎓
With Sir Tim As Royal Bencher of the Honourable Society of the Inner Temple, attended the Grand Day Choral Evensong Service at Temple Church in London. 🎶
With Sir Tim As Liveryman of the Worshipful Company of Engineers, attended a Dinner to mark their 40th Anniversary at Mansion House in London. ⚙️
02/11 Held two investiture ceremonies at Buckingham Palace. 🎖️
03/11 As Patron of the National Association of Citizens Advice Bureaux, visited Citizens Advice Malvern Hills in Malvern, Worcestershire. 👩‍⚖️
Opened the Specialist Operations Centre at the Gloucestershire Constabulary and Office of Police and Crime Commissioner in Cheltenham. 👮‍♀️
07/11 Alongside King Charles & Queen Camilla, Princess Anne in her role as Gold Stick in Waiting, was present at the State Opening of Parliament. 👩‍⚖️🪶
Opened the Scottish Fire and Rescue Service Museum of Scottish Fire Heritage and the McDonald Road Community Fire and Ambulance Station in Edinburgh. 👨‍🚒
The Princess Royal, As Patron of the Eric Liddell 100, attended the inaugural Lecture and Reception on board Fingal, Alexandra Dock, in Edinburgh. 🏃🏽🥂
Unofficial Sir Tim attended the memorial service for former university friend and newsreader George Alagiah at St-Martin-in-the-Fields church in London 🎓🕊️
08/11 As Honorary Fellow of the Royal Society of Edinburgh, presented Royal Medals and attended a Reception at the Royal Society of Edinburgh. 🏅
As Patron of Catch22, attended the National Leaving Care Benchmarking Forum in Birmingham ✍️
As Patron of the Wooden Spoon Society, attended a Reception at the House of Lords in London. 🥄🏉🥂
As Court Member of the Fishmongers’ Company, attended a Livery Dinner at Fishmongers’ Hall in London. 🐟🍽️
09/11 As President of World Horse Welfare, attended the Annual Conference at the Royal Geographical Society. 🐴
As Patron of the Butler Trust, visited HM Prison Wandsworth in London. 🚓👮‍♂️
As Patron of the Whitley Fund for Nature, held a 30th Anniversary Dinner at St James's Palace. 🦋🍃
10/11 The Princess Royal, As President of Royal Yachting Association, chaired the Annual General Meeting and presented Awards before attending a Luncheon in London SW1. 🛥️
Unofficial Announcement that Princess Anne will take over Presidency of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, taking over from the Duke of Kent who Presided over the Commission since 1970 🌹🪦
~ Remembrance weekend ~
11/11 With Sir Tim Attended the Armistice Day Service of Remembrance at the National Memorial Arboretum. 🌳 🫡
With Sir Tim Attended the Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance at the Royal Albert Hall with members of the royal family. 🌹
12/11 With Sir Tim Attended the National Service of Remembrance at the Cenotaph in London. Princess Anne laid a wreath whilst Sir Tim stood on the Foreign & Commonwealth Office balcony. 🌹
With Sir Tim Took the salute at the March Past of Ex-Servicemen and Civilian Organisations on Horse Guards Parade, London SWI. 🫡
~ End ~
14/11 As Patron of the Chartered Institute of Logistics and Transport (UK), attended the 10th Anniversary Transport and Logistics Safety Forum Conference at the National Memorial Arboretum. 🚚
Visited the new Institute of Shipbuilding course at City of Glasgow College Riverside Campus in Glasgow. ⚓️
As Patron of the Royal Celtic Society, attended a Reception at Glasgow City Chambers. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿
Attended Interfaith Glasgow’s Scottish Interfaith Week Forum at Glasgow City Chambers. ☪️✡️✝️🕉️🪯
Unofficial Sir Tim attended a Kent Cricket celebration dinner at Lords Cricket Ground 🏏
15/11 Visited BAE Systems Submarines' Submarine Academy and the University of Cumbria. 🤿 👨‍🎓
Visited the Nuclear Decommissioning Authority in Barrow-in-Furness. ☢️
As Patron of the National Association of Citizens Advice Bureaux, visited the Barrow-in-Furness branch to mark its reopening. 🤝
As Patron of the Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine, attended a Dinner at St George's Hall, to mark its 125th anniversary. 🦜💊
16/11 As Vice Patron of the British Horse Society, attended a Coaching Career Insight Day.
As Patron of the Butler Trust, visited HM Prison Drake Hall.
As Patron of Transaid, attended a Reception at London Transport Museum.
17/11 Not Counted Departed Heathrow Airport for Gibraltar but was diverted to Madrid, Spain and arrived in Gibraltar later than intended. ✈️🇪🇸🇬🇮
With Sir Tim As Royal Patron of the Gibraltar International Literary Festival, attended the Literary Festival Opening Dinner at the Sunborn Hotel. 📚🍽️
18/11 In Gibraltar Princess Anne;
As Patron of the National Association of Citizens Advice Bureaux, visited Gibraltar Citizens Advice Bureau to mark its 20th anniversary. 👩‍⚖️
Opened the renovated premises of the Royal Gibraltar Regiment Association. 🫡
Met representatives of the Emergency Services and members of the Armed Forces at the Convent. 🚑🪖
With Sir Tim visited specialist vehicles provider Bassadone Automotive Group. 🚗
Unofficial Sir Tim visited the Royal Navy Gibraltar Squadron, 🇬🇮⚓️
21/11 As Master of the Corporation of Trinity House, presented Merchant Navy medals for Meritorious Service at Trinity House, London. 🏅
With Sir Tim Attended the State Banquet in honour of the President and First Lady of South Korea. 🇬🇧🇰🇷🍽️
22/11 Visited Retrotec Limited near Northiam, East Sussex. ✈️
Visited Focus SB Limited in St Leonards-on-Sea. ⚙️
As Commandant-in-Chief of St John Ambulance (Youth), attended a Reception for Young Achievers at the Priory Church of the Order of St John in London. 🚑
As Chancellor of the University of London, attended Foundation Day at Senate House in London 🎓
23/11 As Commodore-in-Chief of Portsmouth Naval Base, opened Alford Schools of Military Music. 🎶
Attended a Luncheon at Spithead House, HM Naval Base, Portsmouth, for The Princess Royal's Patronages based in Hampshire. ⚓️
As President of the City and Guilds of London Institute, presented The Princess Royal Training Awards at St James's Palace. 🏆
With Sir Tim As President of the British Olympic Association, attended the Team GB Ball at the Savoy Hotel. 🏋️‍♀️
24/11 As Royal Patron of the London Scottish Football Club, attended the 10th Anniversary of the St Andrew's Day Luncheon at the Sheraton Grand London on Park Lane. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏉
28/11 Presented The Queen Elizabeth II Platinum Jubilee Volunteering Awards at Fishmongers’ Hall in London. 🏆
As Chancellor of the University College of Osteopathy, attended a Graduation Ceremony. 🎓
As Royal Fellow of the Royal Academy of Engineering, attended a New Fellows’ Dinner. ⚙️🍽️
29/11 The Princess Royal, As Royal Patron of the National Coastwatch Institution, visited Canvey Island Station and attended a Reception at the Island Yacht Club. 🔎🏝️
Opened Huntingdon Fire Station and Service Training Centre. 🚒
Opened North Cambridgeshire Training Centre. 💼
As Honorary Member of the Smeatonian Society of Civil Engineers, attended the Annual General Meeting and Discussion Dinner. 👷🍴
30/11 As Patron of the Not Forgotten Association, held the Christmas Reception at St James’s Palace. 🎄🎅🏻🎁
Total official engagements for Anne in October: 58
2023 total so far: 458
Total official engagements accompanied by Tim in October: 11
2023 total so far: 92
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Finally put together a character sheet and some details for Tristan - bunch of info under the cut.
Date of birth: 7th of January Nationality: British (English/Scottish) Blood status: Pureblood Height: 6’0 House: Ravenclaw Wand: Hawthorn , dragon heartstring core , 12 ½”,slightly springy.
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Boggart: Public ridicule. Patronus: Sparrowhawk Polyjuice: Metallic blue , lake water and Iron. Amortentia: Pear , green tea, rain.
Best subject: Study of Ancient Runes Favourite subjects: Charms, Potions Favourite teacher: Professor Sharp (ex colleague of his father, he really enjoys talking to sharp out of class about his and his fathers adventures at work - what he was allowed to hear at least ). Worst subjects: Divination ( he has 300 better things to do than stare into a ball for an hour). Transfiguration ( his mind wanders constantly and more often than not the results are a tad disastrous). Least favourite subject: Divination Least favourite teacher: Professor Binns , self explanatory. Quidditch: Keeper - mostly plays casually , usually he's too busy to play official matches so acts as a reserve. 
Best friends: Sebastian Sallow,  Ominis Gaunt , Amit Thakkar , Samantha Dale
Clothing style: Muted blue , green and brown. Practical and warm - scuffed muddy boots, a navy blue pea coat with a bronze trim, his house scarf. Yule Ball: 1890s formal dinner jacket with a white waistcoat and periwinkle ascot tie.
In no particular order~ Traits: Dependable, Humble, Curious, Analytical, Too trusting, a lil Socially Awkward, will misinterpret things if people aren’t straight forward with him. Likes: Researching sites of ancient magic, swimming, keeping pet beetles on the windowsill next to his bed, cricket, quidditch (keeper) , horses, cider, Edinburgh rock (sweets), morning tea with his Ravenclaw roommates,  buying his friends gifts. Dislikes: too much noise, people staring, his friends being passive aggressive or indirect... dugbogs.
Favourite Beasts: Unicorns and Nifflers
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Residence: Coombe , Oxfordshire.
Father: Gowan Sterling  Mother: Laith Sterling (maiden name Knox) Paternal grandparents: Graeme Sterling - Agnes Sterling
Both parents are aurors (as well as his ex-auror grandmother) - His mother; a particularly stubborn and headstrong witch continued her job after Tristan was old enough to be without her; his grandparents have looked after him for most of his life. Much to his parents dismay; after still not showing any evidence of any magical ability in his early teens he was assumed a squib, so was sent to an academy in Oxford in hopes of a successful career in the muggle world. He receives his letter on a trip with his classmates to London. Fig happens to be an old classmate of his grandfathers.
His grandparents run their farm where they mostly grow wheat , trees and a small range of magical plants tended to by his grandmother. He’s particularly close to his grandfather.
Future Occupation: Ministry of Magic Independent researcher/ magi-archaeologist
✨bonus dumb meme i can't get out of my drafts✨
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