John Pitcairn is underrated
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Codextober 2021
Day 9: Historical
Born in Scotland in 1722, Pitcairn joined the Naval Service at the age of 23 and was stationed in Canada during the French and Indian War serving as a captain of Marines. He arrived in Boston in 1774 and the next year was one of the leading officers of the Battles of Lexington and Concord, which marked the start of the American Revolution. Two months later in June, Pitcairn was killed in action during the Battle of Bunker Hill. Considered one of the most respected British officers by both his men and the colonists, he was buried at the Old North Church in Boston.
Day 7: Templar
The boyband’s back together
(+shitpost Bc it’s Halloween and I can’t help myself)
#6: More Pitcairns
Time: 4 hrs Program: Clip Studio Paint Tools: Pencil R, hard airbrush, soft airbrush, G pen
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“When William [Pitcairn’s son] told the Marines: “I have lost my father!”, some of them responded: “We have all lost a father!””
— On John Pitcairn’s death, from here
Scottish Twitter Pitcairn Part 3 because I have no self control or decent screen caps of ma boi
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🍻Happy New Year! 2020 !🍻
It’s December 28th today; happy birthday, Major! 🎂🎉🎁
(The whole rite’s come up with gifts, can you tell which present is whose? :^D Cheat sheet’s in the tags)
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"I assume you've good reason for causing all this madness? What is it you require of me?"
Braddock: Why aren’t the dishes in alphabetical order!?
Pitcairn: What does that even mean???
"Joooooooooohn! My good fellow!" *hic* (looks as though the Grand Master's had one too many this time...)
John blinked in surprise at his grandmaster, looking as if he'd just seen a horse bark. He was quite uncertain - and quite surprised - by Haytham's rather loud, drunken exclamation. That was not like him at all. "Sir? Are you alright? You look as if ye've been hitting the bottle a touch too hard."
There's a keen peering for a good several moments. Eyes squinted as if contemplating something grand, or more likely, drunk and trying to get the other's frame to stop sliding about. A purse of lips, and Hickey finally says, "...why d'ye speak in cursive?" | ( henlo. forgive me. i had to. XD )
John gave his Templar comrade a bland look - entirely unsurprised by his drunken state. "William is worse," he pointed out. "Sit down fool, before ya fall and crack yer head open." (I NEED A HICKEY IN MA LIFE LIKE I NEED AIR)
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Ibiza Blues (Modern AU)
“Oh, really?” Haytham chuckled, eyes widened with a rather dangerous glint - although, fortunately for John, it was half-way between mild offence and amusement. “You don’t say…well, in which case, perhaps I ought to save myself by offering one to you…” With that, he swiftly handed John one of the cigars, holding his own out between his fingers, waiting for John to light it for him. It was customary, after all, that a Grand Master shouldn’t have to light his own cigar…(or at least, Haytham liked to think so. He could afford himself the indulgence - he was on holiday, after all).
John considered the cigar that had been thrust into his hand. Usually, he made it a point not to smoke. His fitness regime and occupation wouldn't really allow for it - hardly a good look for a Marine captain to be hacking up a lung when he coughed. His eyes flickered up to read his grandmaster's almost teasing expression and felt that it wouldn't be right to leave his Grandmaster to smoke alone. And since he was on holiday, he supposed it could be allowed. If anything, it might help to clear the fog of his hangover a bit.
"Well, I suppose I'm in far more danger of taking a bullet from a sniper than gettin' lung cancer," John commented, clicking Thomas's lighter to life under Haytham's cigar. He waited until the end had started to glow, then retracted the lighter to light his own. "Where did you get these ones from?"
