ally spring

D-Day, Gold Beach: at centre and right, two members of No.3 (Misc) Tp, L/Cpls ‘Envers’ (Hans Engel) and ‘Moody’ (Kurt Meyer), debrief civilians at St Aubin-sur-Mer; at left is Capt Wilmot, intelligence officer of No.48 (RM) Cdo, to which they were attached. ‘Moody’ was killed on 13 June during the defence of the Orne bridgehead, and ‘Envers’ was wounded on 19 August. Note that both wear the skeleton version of the brown canvas assault jerkin; the ball sticking out of 'Envers’’ right chest pouch is the end of one of the London Underground spring-loaded handgrips which they carried as coshes.
(IWM B 5223)

Photo & caption featured in Osprey Elite • 142 No.10 (Inter-Allied) Commando 1942-45 Britain’s Secret Commando by Nick van der Bijl BEM


Springfield M1903 MkI rifle

Manufactured by the Springfield Arsenal c.1903-1918 and converted to use the Pedersen device - manufactured by Remington - c.1918 for the planned WW1′s 1919 Allied Spring Offensive - serial number 1172141.
.30-18 Automatic/7,65x20mm 40-round 45° removable stick magazine, originally a bolt action - bolt replaced by a semi-automatic pistol fitting snugly in the rifle’s barrel.

A clever device brought to us by John Douglas Pedersen, lauded by Browning as the greatest gun designer [sic]. Springfield M1903 rifles were converted to MkI’s by removing the bolt, replacing it by what was basically a pistol, and cutting an ejection port in the left side of the frame. This turned the rifle into a pistol-caliber semi automatic rifle to give greater firepower to American soldiers.
The converted rifles however were never used, as WW1 ended before they were shipped over. They were later destroyed in large number to avoid them falling into the wrong hands, but the cartridge had a second life as the 7,65x20mm Longue for French service pistols of the interwar era.

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Day Twenty: Spring

Green for the grass that’s once again growing, for the flowers that are just starting to sprout. It’s good to have color back in the world. 


Before the Fall {Pre-ACOTAR Rhysand/Tamlin Friendship}

Based on THIS wonderful little prompt that @tacmc left me a while back!

“Cauldron, boil me,” Tamlin groaned as he plopped to the ground around the edge of the fire.

“That was extremely un-High Lord like,” Rhysand said, pointing at him with his fork, a mouth full of whatever the sentries had caught and cooked for dinner that night.

The younger of the two rolled his eyes. “You’re one to talk, literally,” he said, motioning to the obnoxious amount of chewing Rhysand was doing. “Besides, neither of us ARE High Lords. You’re obviously going to inherit the title, but I have brothers. I might be lucky enough to be spared.”

Snorting, Rhys reached for the mug of ale resting on the dusty ground next to him. “If our training session today was any indication of your abilities, I think it’s safe to say you will not be the next High Lord of Spring.”

Tamlin sent a burst of wind at Rhys, knocking his drink over and causing the Son of Darkness to laugh. After a moment of quiet, Rhys cleared his throats and set his empty plate on the ground. “In all honesty, Tam, you really do need to train up more. The Spring Court needs someone strong as a leader, and even if you aren’t selected as High Lord, your strength could help many high fae and lesser faeries in the Spring lands.”

Tamlin shrugged his shoulders. “There isn’t much I can do. My father won’t allow any of the sentinels to train me aside from basic hand-to-hand and swordplay. We couldn’t all be born into a Court that held a legion of warriors.”

As Tam talked, Rhysand’s eyes began to brighten. “Let me train you.”

“And I think that I would - What did you say?” Tamlin’s green eyes became almost feral in the firelight. A beast lurking in the brush.

“While you and your father are staying in the war camp, let me train you. I’ll teach you what I learned in the Illyrian camps.”

The Prince of Spring narrowed his eyes. “In exchange for what?”

Rhys merely smiled. “A favor, for now. When I need your help one day, promise to come to my aid, whether that’s as two high fae or two High Lords.” He held out his hand.

Tam looked from Rhys’s hand to the violet eyes looking at him from across the fire. He nodded once and took Rhysand’s hand. “Though our lands may be the farthest apart, I know that should the Spring Court ever call, Night will answer.” The men dropped their hands and Tamlin looked at Rhysand. “The Night Court will always have an ally in Spring.”

i have decided where the australians go in wonder woman (2017) and also general ludendorff’s plan would have failed (though i feel that was already obvious so it is secondary)

so. i love wonder woman. i’ve seen it twice now, and spent hours ruminating on it, and thinking about the tanks (there are two tanks in the movie. one is german, one is british and a mark IV I believe, that’s the one diana holds over her head. this is irrelevant, even if it was cool).

loved it. loves it. more emotional truth than accuracy, a new look at ancient war. shows indians in the british army. shows POC in the british army. shows the young boys of the british and german armies. 

no Australians, Canadians or New Zealanders. technically part of the british army but by 1918 (when the film is set) there’s the separate Canadian Army Corps, the Australian Army Corps, and the New Zealanders are off hanging out with the Welsh, but they’re trying.  

so, John Monash, right. Homeboy. side-eye champ 1914 - 1919. 

Jewish. First Commander Australian Army Corps. First man knighted in the field since the last one, two hundred years beforehand. Had a mistress, loved his wife, that was okay, it was 1918. Hated war. “Fuck war,” Monash said, upon the war being over. Very creative, thorough, exacting planner. In a war where battles lasted months, he planned the Battle of Hamel - an intricate web of troop and tank and plane movements that was a thorough success, and only ran three minutes overtime. In July 1918. Nice. Not the city, like nice, in the sense of….good. As I said, Hamel. 

Smart dude. Sneaky guy. Encouraged initiative in his troops. Australian troops (and Kiwis, but idk much about them and they were, as stated above, chilling with the Welsh) were often more tightly knit and had stronger bonds as the men weren’t swapped and chopped and changed out of their battalions as much as they were in the British (that is, English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh) army. 

October 1917, the Russkies have their second revolution and pull out of the war. The Germans (because Austro-Hungary is sort of just - 

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dead) decide to launch one last MASSIVE attack on the Allied forces, called the Spring Offensive. All the Germans who were on the Eastern front (fighting the-Empire-formerly-known-as-Russia) are shipped over to the Western front in preparation. The Spring Offensive offends greatly. They throw EVERYTHING they have at the Allies and force them back across every inch of land the Allies gained since 1914, and Haig (the main British General in the film) was like, “Shit’s fucked, we need to fight or we will LITERALLY DIE.” So they fought, and halted the German march. And then for most of summer, everyone just chilled in their trenches; the Germans running low on boots, food, supplies, and men, as unrest built back in Germany.

The line the Allies were holding was crooked. Now, Johnny-boy Monash hates a crooked line. He’s an engineer in real life. Hates a crooked line. He’s under orders to chill, to not do anything.

“Boys,” he said, or did not say. “We’re gonna straighten the line.”

“Sir,” they said. “We were told not to straighten it. We were told to chill.”

“Oh right,” said Monash, winking. “Don’t straighten it. Just….peacefully penetrate the Germans, and if that happens to fix the line up, so be it.”

“Ah right, sir, we see,” they said. “Wink.”

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So the Australians began, in platoons and small groups, to sneak over to the German side, capture the troops there and consolidate the position. They did it at night. They did it during the day. At one point, a couple of mates noticed that the German line was unusually quiet, snuck over, realised all the troops were asleep in the summer heat, and captured them as they snoozed. And lo, the line was fixed.

“Oh look,” said Monash. “The line is fixed. Now we can try my plan to capture Hamel, in the battle of Hamel. There’s going to be motorbikes and tanks with bells on them. It’s going to be sick.” (It was). 

So, the Australians did show initiative. My point is

a) due to the pathetic, tragic condition of the German army following the Spring Offensive of 1918, film!Ludendorff was utterly delusional in his belief they could continue with the war even with a new poison gas. Because what happens if you drop a bunch of gas on London? You have to deal with the fresh American troops pouring through who want a piece of the action. 

b) In the scene where the Allies take the town of Velt, the trench troops show initiative and daring when they follow Diana, Steve and the Ragtag Bunch of Misfits ™ across No Man’s Land. They were not ordered by high command to do so. Ergo, to both further demonstrate the international nature of World War I (there’s a reason New Zealand memorials say “from the uttermost ends of the earth”), and reference some of the frontline initiative displayed by the AAC, I wish they’d had that trench full of Aussies. 

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The moment you realize Prythian (the Night Court) is surrounded, and not by love. 

Even the Suriel knows they are surrounded.

“As spies and courtiers and lovers, the infiltrated various High Fae courts and kingdoms and empires around the world for fifty years, and when they had gathered enough information he made his plan.”  –pg 130, ACOTAR

The king’s dearest friend Ianthe, where was Ianthe during ACOTAR?

“Her father one of Tamlin’s strongest allies amongst the spring Court and a captain in his forces, had sensed trouble coming and packed Ianthe, her mother and two youngest sisters off to Vallahan.”  –pg 18, ACOMAF

And where is Papa Archeron.

“In Neva,” Nesta said, naming one of the largest cities on the continent. “Trading with some merchants from the other half of the world. And attending a summit about the treat above the wall.” –pg 246, ACOMAF

Foreshadowing (Easter Eggs):
Feyre’s Prescience
Sleeping Giants
The Story of Prythian
Amren and the King of Hybern
The Bonds that Haunt Us
Creeping Like Frost


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I stood before the entrance to the Court of Nightmares, steeling myself. Feyre didn’t know this, but her little adventure the night before–the utter chaos that had rippled down our bond–had terrified me. It had unsettled me so much that I almost didn’t trust my own ability to keep the mask I needed to when facing down Keir. I had Mor at my side, as always, but I longed for my High Lady. True, it had been fairly close to a disaster the last time she was here. Nevertheless, the longer I spent away from her the more I realized how much I relied on her.

More than that, I had hoped that the next time I came to the Court of Nightmares, I would be able to introduce her as their High Lady, to see them all quake and fear her, never daring to call her whore again. She would be radiant. My queen.

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I remember I was pretty desperate to punt this out in time for Fanime so the dialog is a little wonky and Ichigo’s pants suddenly turned white >>;

If I decided to go back and write this differently, I’d add an apology from Ichigo. Even though there were things said in heat of the moment, it’s still not cool :<

And yay~ finally a kiss llD;;

Theory about Feyre’s Name and Heritage + Rhys’s Reaction

I WILL keep this one short. Or, at least, I’m gonna try lol.

Alright! So, I’ve seen a few different theories about Feyre’s name and potential fae heritage (seriously, you guys come up with the most interesting ideas! :) ). This is my own spin on it; it kind of ties in with my potential Night Court-Human Alliance Theory, but this idea just popped into my head.

The particular quote I’m looking at is from Amarantha when she learns Feyre’s name:

“An old name–from our earlier dialects.”

Ohh, I just love foreshadowing.  I think Feyre’s name is important–we just don’t know why yet, but it’s probably something to do with her heritage or about her family’s history.  So, why would Feyre have an old fae name when she and her family live in the mortal realm? While it’s entirely possible they may have some fae heritage in their family (which could potentially explain Feyre’s somewhat prophetic dreams or Nesta’s ability to resist a High Lord’s glamour), I could also see there being more to it than just a matter of blood.

What if Feyre’s ancestors were one of the original human families that lived in the fae lands before the war’s end? More specifically, what if her family was one of the groups of humans that lived in the north and fought alongside the Night Court against Hybern and its allies, like the Spring Court (if my theory about the Night Court-Human Alliance is correct)? 

If her family (perhaps on her mother’s side?) was a part of that alliance, it could explain why they held on to this name that is from such an old dialect (How old is this dialect? Several hundred years? Maybe even 500 years ago, when the war took place?). It is strange that Feyre’s parents would name her with something so old and distinctly fae if most humans live in perpetual fear of them.  On top of that, Feyre’s family lives close to the wall, which almost seems suicidal considering how deep the fear of the fae runs in humans.  Even when they moved from their manor, they still didn’t leave the area by the wall. Why do they stay there? How long have they been there? If their manor was their ancestral home, that might be because Feyre’s ancestors wanted to be as close to the fae as possible–the fae who were their friends and allies (though they are blocked from them by the wall and the antagonistic Spring Court, which was ruled by Tamlin’s father).  

Remember what Tamlin said? “There were faeries who fought and died at the humans’ sides for their freedom, and who mourned when the only solution was to separate our peoples.”

What if it wasn’t just the fae who mourned this separation (again, specifically the Night Court? The map would hint at it), but the humans as well? If Feyre’s ancestors were allies, they would mourn the loss of their fae friends and would remain near the wall, perhaps hoping to hear word from them or waiting for the day when the wall between their peoples would fall.  As time went on, this connection may have become more buried, but Feyre’s family still remained, despite the pull to travel the continent.

On a related note, this still leaves open the possibility of some fae blood entering Feyre’s line.  While Feyre seems very human for the most part, she does have some peculiarities.  Her dreams are somewhat prophetic and she was able to describe the Attor before she ever saw him.  Likewise, her sister Nesta was able to break Tamlin’s glamour on her, which is no mean feat. Perhaps even more interesting is the fact that the two sisters who seem to have some supernatural/fae inclinations are the two who have blue-gray eyes, like their mother. (Elain, alas, does not, and she has the mortal brown eyes of their father.) 

Aw, the mysterious mother.  The mother who is dead, but who made Feyre–the youngest–promise to take care of the others, to keep them together. The mother who was imperious and distant but who became lively at parties, who was clever and rich but never told her daughters about the fae. The mother who shared those blue-gray eyes and exacted a promise from her daughter when it is known because of the fae that promises are binding. As Feyre said, “[…]in our world where we’d forgotten the names of our gods, a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond.” Exacting this promise, coupled with what little else we know about Feyre’s mother, seems a very fae thing to do. 

So, what if Feyre’s mother was a descendant of a human-fae union–which could have happened when Feyre’s ancestors parted with the Night Court–and the blue-gray eyes is a symbol of that fae blood being more prominent? (And if that original union was between one of Feyre’s ancestors and a Night Court fae, that could partially explain Feyre’s love of and fascination with the night and the stars. Blood tells. And what if her new fae powers manifest as Night Court powers?) What if Feyre’s mother knew this, but wanted to keep it a secret for some reason? Why wouldn’t she tell her daughters stories about the fae, in the very least to protect them from them? Why would she want her youngest daughter to take care of the rest of the family? It’s true that perhaps she saw the truth of their personalities and realized that Feyre would be their strength, but what if it was more than that? What if she saw the strongest fae blood in Feyre and knew that she could pull them through?

Another thought! While I am a big proponent of the mating theory when it comes to what Rhys saw when he said goodbye to Feyre, what if it was something else? What if he made a connection that Feyre came from that Night Court-human union? He looks at her face, tries to catch her scent, and is completely shocked before he disappears. What if, now that she is fae, he recognizes her blood/scent for what it is? He might have been friends with the Night Court fae/Feyre’s ancestors, and realized just who she is! 

There are loads of possibility when it comes to the importance of Feyre’s name and family history, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there is some connection between her family and the Night Court dating back to the war over the humans. I seriously cannot wait to see if any of these questions are answered in ACOMAF! 


Trails of flowers
Bloomed on my skin
Where your skin once was

Your touch was like
Spring had sprung which left
Warmth coursing through my veins

But the touch had changed
It did not leave behind a beautiful memory
Forever to be stored in the back of my mind

It left harsh winds
And cold numbness that left
Behind blue skin and dead roses

The flowers wilted
And so did everything else
Left to rot in the hard freezing ground

But yearning all the same
For something that once was
For the sun’s sweet dance and the wind’s peaceful song

How did a person
Who was once warm like spring
Become as cruel as winter?
—  Alli M.A. ~ Spring to Winter, Without a Trigger