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leia and poe discussing the finalizer after he gets back to d’qar

leia: can you give me a description?
poe: Yes ma’am. this man, see, he had beautiful eyes - you know, the kind you sort of want to lose yourself in because they make you feel safe - I only properly saw him smile once but it was full of hope, almost flooding with light, that was him, he really shone, i so wish i could see him again, i’d tell h
leia: i meant of the battlecruiser, commander, but he sounds lovely

Tunnel Warfare 

Under enemy lines.

Since ancient times, armies have used mining and tunneling as a way of besieging their enemies. In classical antiquity, armies dug tunnels under enemy walls, and then set fire to timber in the tunnel, causing the shaft to collapse and with it enemy wall. Armies came up with increasingly ingenious ways to use tunnels, or to fight back against them. In 285, Sassanid Persians used poison gas to kill Roman engineers tunneling under their walls. In medieval times, gunpowder became the weapon of choice to place under enemy lines, blowing them sky-high.

The Western Front of World War I was essentially a medieval siege battle on a massive scale, and thus tunnel warfare surfaced again in history. Digging was a way of getting around the strategic impasse of trench-fighting. From the very beginning, the armies employed former miners in crude operations, digging under enemy lines, placing TNT in the mine-shafts, and then blowing up enemy trenches from below. Or tunnels could dig secret entrances into No-Man’s Land or enemy trenches, allowing soldiers to cross into enemy territory safely.

How it worked.

By 1917 tunnel warfare had become a complex and sophisticated operation. Britain recruited professional coal miners from Wales and Australia, as well as the “clay kickers” who had designed the London underground. Germany and France employed miners of their own, each side mining under enemy lines, or searching and destroying the underground tunnels of their enemies.

French sappers listen for vibrations that would detect enemy German diggers.

The most effective case ever was on June 7, 1917, when the British began the Battle of Messines by detonating 19 mines, with over 1 million tons of explosives, under German lines. The noise could be heard in London, 140 miles away. It was the loudest noise produced by humans in history up to that point, and the deadliest non-nuclear explosion of all time.

One of 19 mines goes up at Messines, June 7 1917.

Tunnel warfare was a deadly business. It came, first of all, with all the natural risks of mining. Shafts could collapse suddenly, burying sappers alive. In the clay soil of Belgium, where the water table was very high, mines flooded almost instantly, and soldiers spent laborious hours pumping out water. Complicated breathing apparatuses might be necessary for when oxygen ran out. Furthermore, sappers worked underground with massive quantities of dynamite. An accidental spark here or there and thousands of tons of TNT could blow up.

A sawn-off Lee Enfield rifle for underground fighting.

Even more risks came from the enemy. When one side mined, the other side dug counter-mines. Sappers listened for vibrations from underground, and if they heard the enemy digging, they could rig another tunnel to blow in the enemy excavation. Or, like the ancient Persians, they could find the enemy sap and siphon in gas. And sometimes the methods of war underground were truly medieval. Sometimes enemy sappers ran into each other underground, suddenly bursting through an underground wall. In these cases, nightmarish subterranean conflicts took place in the pitch dark, as man killed each other with knuckle-dusters, knives, and sawn-off bolt-action rifles.

A crater formed by one mine at Messines Ridge.

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  • superman: [chewing out young justice]
  • batman: [swoops in] don't you ever talk like that to my son, my son's bff, my son's son, my son's sons gf, my son's bff's gf, my son's angry friend, or kaldur ever again
  • batman: especially kaldur
I Only Want You (part one)

Request: Could you do a Peter Parker X Reader where she’s blind and Bucky and Cap are over protective of her because she’s the granddaughter of one of their (dead) friends. So when she meets Peter she’s scared he wouldn’t like her and he proves her wrong until he gets scared that she’ll leave him when Tony and Bruce announce that if the reader wants she can see for the first time ever and it’s cute and fluffy?

Word Count: 1,090

A/N: Written by Claire! This was so new for me to write, hope you enjoy!! xx

Originally posted by captainaudreystark

Your name: submit What is this?

You hear Peter before you feel him.

The creak of the floor behind you is all you need before you feel strong arms wrap around your shoulders and a soft chin press into your neck, pressing a kiss there.

“Hi there,” you say, clasping a hand around one of his forearms while keeping the other firmly grasped on your cane.

“Hello,” he practically hummed it into your ear and you turned around, eager to get a kiss-

“Woah! This is a PG-13 establishment, kiddos.” The deep voice rang through the kitchen and Peter’s hold on your waist immediately loosened.

“Uh, sorry sir!”

“Steve, are you kidding me?” You focused your voice in the direction his sounds were coming from. His answering laugh felt like a bass note in the close room.

“Yeah, okay sweetheart.” Steve’s hand patted you on the shoulder before you heard the sound of a cabinet closing and footsteps leaving the room.

You immediately faced Peter. “Sir?”

“It still amazes me that you can call him by his first name… He’s so big.” You could sense the awe in his voice.

“He’s a marshmallow.” Your hand found Peter’s face and patted it sympathetically. “If you’re going to worry about anyone, it should be Bucky.”

Peter let out a snort of agreement. “Oh man, you’re practically the only one he even likes most of the time.”

You smiled sweetly. “It’s all part of my charm.” 

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Batjokes Handling Alfred's Time off Headcanons

- Bruce and the kids can’t cook to save themselves from starvation; at some point, after days of Alfred’s absence and takeaway, they’ll even eat Dick’s infamously teeth-rotting pancakes if it means putting something handmade in their stomachs.

- J. finds all of this hilarious, of course, but he offers to make food for them; mind you, it’s not French cuisine but he can do mean toasties and pasta.

- The deal though, is that everyone else has to do the washing up.

- Once Bruce almost flooded Alfred’s precious kitchen so, he was exonerated from the task.

- The kids set up some weird and mildly violent competitive game involving squirt guns filled with dish soap (the idea was Tim’s)

- Jason is disgustingly competitive and not above maiming if it means winning (he’s known for squirting soap in his brothers’ eyes)

- Dick and Damian are the Terrible Duo

- They even set up teams and hung up a score board behind the fridge, well hidden from Alfred’s disapproving gaze.

- The system with which they assign points is not exactly clear and they take every chance to cheat as if there is no tomorrow (Bruce is appalled by their lack of fair play, while J. is not-so-secretly proud)

- Deep under Bruce is pretty happy, though - not only this is a good bonding exercise that makes them have fun and train some of their reflexes at the same time, but it’s also a small accepting step towards J.

- They lost count of the times someone got seriously injured after slipping on the suds covering the floor.

- At the end of each game, J. ends up making hot chocolate (or smoothies, it depends on the season) for everyone.

- Everytime Alfred comes back from his holidays, the kitchen is spotless but he knows his scoundrels well and always goes to check on the score board hidden behind the fridge.

- Because he’s an evil man, he changes the scores and grins at the idea of the boys screaming murder at each other.

- They’re a big happy family.

Entanglement: Part 4

Entanglement: Part 4 (m)

Word count: 9.5k

Genre/Warnings: polymory, smut, language, angst, dom!Jin

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jin

Summary: You finally meet the man that came before you and you don’t know how to handle it.

Parts: one | two | three

Your heart was pounding. It felt like it was about to leap out of your chest as you watched the young attractive man walk into Jin’s office with you. You wanted to warn Jin, mostly for your own benefit.

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Dead Girl Walkin’.

A/n: Yay! My first marvel fic, and of course it’s Frank, who else would it be? (Maybe Bucky….or Sam..) Points aside, I’m glad he’s the one to kick off this blog. Also big shoutout to @murdochinthetardis For beta-ing some of this. Anyway, Reqs are open, send in ask, blah blah blah.

Summary: (Set pre-season 2) After you get caught trying to do the unthinkable you get a thirty hour ticking time bomb of a punishment, and, yeah, It’s a miracle you’re not dead, truly, but come on.Thirty hours?That’s not enough time to do anything, well…maybe go see Frank. There’s time for that. Or, the one where the reader seeks a friend at the end of the world.

Word Count: 4.9K

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader.

Rating: E (for explicit, not everyone.)

Warnings: Violence, blood, Cursing, Frank is his own warning, Smut, I’m talking the freaky deaky. It’s rough, and Frank, bless his heart, is a dominant man if there ever was one. But also fluff, because he’s a sweetheart. Pining, God, you two are a mess of it I swear.

Author: Jada.

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It was an absolute fact that you weren’t gonna die a peaceful death. Yeah no, you were gonna go out one of two different ways. One, a Bruce Willis, Die Hard type thing with

at least

two explosions. Or two, someone else is gonna punch your card for you. Full stop. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, that’s it.

Frank threw a guess in once. Said you’d probably go out saving a bunch’a kids from a burning building or something, because you’re a soft ass like that, Sunshine, that’s why. He was three stitches deep on his right arm, and shooting you looks from his side of the couch. Ain’t that right, Sunshine?

Nope. Nuh-uh, not even close. You get a grand total of thirty hours, all Courtesy of Mr. Kingpin himself. Fisk. What kind of name is Fisk anyway? It sounds too much like Fist, or fish, either way it’s awkward. You’re just being pissy, because you got caught, and Fisk is rubbing it in your face.

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so i hate almost the entire flooded district level, but corvo waking up in a cage looking, feeling and smelling like shit, his palate probably tasting wierd and gross after the poison, probably pretty hungry, stealthing his way around acid-spitting oysters to get his gear and then crawling through this entire wet dumpster to finally kick daud in his nasty face, all powered by the force of sheer spite & endless love for his daughter, is a mood

anonymous asked:

Does HBO John Adams miniseries have any historical inaccuracies?

  • There was a incorrect, wrong-headed depiction of Samuel Adams as a dangerous and corrupt mob-master, complete with a fictitious schism between Sam and his more moral cousin John. 
  • John Adams is depicted as still suspicious of his cousin Samuel and Samuel’s allies, worrying they are plotting to take over the government for their own ends.  In reality, John in these years was a consistent political ally of Samuel.
  • When Adams joins the delegates to the first Continental Congress in 1774, the delegates listed are actually those sent to the second Congress the following year.
  • Adams is shown riding into the immediate aftermath of the bloody fighting at Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775; this is false- by his own account, he only rode out some days later to the militia encampment at Cambridge.
  • News of Bunker Hill, sent by Abigail allows John to rally the Congress and achieve the establishment of a continental army, with George Washington as its commander. In reality, Adams was central in urging the creation of a continental army, but Congress voted to do so on June 14, appointing Washington its commander on the 15th- two days before Bunker Hill even happened. 
  • The militia, withdrawing from Bunker Hill, passed directly by Abigail Adams’s door and she sees the mutilated body of Joseph Warren drawn by in a cart. But, Bunker Hill was on the opposite side of Boston Harbor, and the Adams home was entirely off the militia’s line of march.
  • General Henry Knox rides by Abigail’s door with the cannon captured from Fort Ticonderoga when in fact, his route took him nowhere near her.
  • The committee to prepare a declaration of independence is shown being created as a casual afterthought: in fact, this committee was established by a proper vote of Congress.
  • Dickinson did oppose John Adams, but the New York delegation- shown as violently hostile to Adams and his opinions- actually supported independence, though they still lacked authorization to vote for it.
  • The initial vote was not 9-4, but 9-2 with two abstentions (New York and Delaware).
  • Abigail and her children did not undergo the smallpox innoculation in isolation, but with relatives in Boston. The virus was not taken from the gory pustules of the dying but from those less severely afflicted, in hopes that inoculation would produce as mild a reaction as possible.
  • The hostility of South Carolina’s Edward Rutledge is exaggerated.
  • Adams did not fire the first shot in the engagement between a ship pursuing his in the Atlantic crossing. The officer shown dying was actually wounded later, when a cannon exploded while saluting a French vessel, and the stricken officer only died a week after that.
  • Adams’s lack of French: while this was true at first, he quickly became proficient.
  • He did not go to straight to Holland in search of loans: he instead returned briefly to Massachusetts.
  • October 1779, after John completed his service with the Massachusetts constitutional convention, he was sent back to France by Congress, appointed to negotiate peace-terms with Britain should opportunity arise.  He took his son John Quincy with him, as he had in 1778 and he also took Charles.
  • In 1784, it was not just Abigail Adams who joined her husband in Europe, but also their daughter Nabby abandoned.
  • In reality, she first rejoined him in London. Only later did they take a house in France and go there together, along with Nabby and John Quincy.  
  • Nabby’s presence in England is omitted (John Quincy had now returned to America), as is her courtship in London with Adams’s aide, Colonel William Smith, whom she in fact married there in 1786. 
  • The “Citizen Genêt” affair is exaggerated, made both a factor in the 1792 election (Genêt actually arrived in the Spring of 1793).
  • The ratification of the Jay treaty was distorted not only of fact. In the series, the Senate is deadlocked 15 to 15 on ratification. Vice President Adams is thus forced to step in and cast the tie-breaking vote, saving the treaty for the Washington administration. But according to the Constitution, then and now, treaties must be ratified by two-thirds of the Senate. There was not and could not be a tie. The Jay Treaty passed with exactly the required two-thirds, 20-10.  Adams had no vote. 
  • Adams, for example, is shown after his inauguration, suggesting that Jefferson serve as a special emissary to France. In reality, Adams made this proposal months earlier, before his inauguration.
  • Adams is shown as being caught off guard by the Alien and Sedition Acts. Congress sends to him the bills for signature; he seems anguished, reluctant to approve such harsh employment of government power. Finally, urged on by Abigail, he signs them. While it is true that Adams did not specifically urge the Alien and Sedition Acts on Congress, he was aware of them while they were under discussion.
  • In the series, Adams angrily rejects Smith’s requests for posts in the new national army, declaring openly that he has lost all confidence in Smith due to the latter’s financial speculations. Despite reservations about his son-in-law’s character, Adams did recommend Smith for the new army’s general staff: it was the Senate that rejected the appointment because of Smith’s questionable private affairs. Despite the embarrassment this had already caused him, Adams then pressed to get Smith a colonel’s commission, which the Senate reluctantly approved.
  • The last episode depicts the death of Nabby Adams from breast cancer.  An on-screen caption marks the start of Nabby’s ordeal as “1803.”  In fact, the cancer was diagnosed in 1810; her mastectomy followed in 1811.
  • It also emphasizes Benjamin Rush’s personal examination of Nabby in Quincy, and his personal performance of her mastectomy.  In reality, the tumor was diagnosed before Nabby returned to her parents’ home, Rush consulted on the case only by letter, and the surgery was performed by local Boston doctors.
  • What the series shows is Abigail Adams dies in 1818; John’s friend Benjamin Rush urges that he write to Jefferson about his loss, hoping the two elder statesmen can provide each other with comfort in their final years; Adams does so; Jefferson’s first reply is dated to 1819; the correspondence flowers, friendship is renewed. This entire sequence is very untrue. Rush was indeed was instrumental in renewing contact between Adams and Jefferson, but he was definitely not available to counsel Adams after Abigail’s death in 1818: Rush had died five years earlier. Rush had, in reality, worked carefully to bring the two former presidents back into harmony, but his efforts had culminated in 1812- it was then that the Adams-Jefferson correspondence actually resumed, and Abigail herself was personally involved in the exchange for its first six years.  
  • John Adams never went to see John Trumbull’s painting. “Do not let our posterity be deluded with fictions under the guise of poetical or graphical license.” This scene itself is actually partly fictionalized: the quote comes from a letter written several years earlier, when Adams first heard of Trumbull’s project.
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Originally posted by looking-over-my-shoulder

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (nurse)reader
Genres: mild angst, romance, fluff
Words: 2.585
Summary: based on an imagine “Imagine being Pietro’s nurse and him falling in love with you” - requested by Anonymous

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Flood (Haechan x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) Ayyyy baby gals and baby guys ;^) ya girl ry ry here is back with THE FLUFFIEST HAECHAN I COULD POSSIBLY MUSTER. LISTEN. I love him so much, he is my son, my beautiful, golden, shining, angel vocals, talented absolutely stunning son. APPRECIATE HIM. And I hope you like this! c:

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You don’t know how it turned out like this, Mother Nature was a mysterious woman. One moment it was a lovely spring day and you were hanging out with your best friend and enjoying each other’s company. Then suddenly it was apparently monsoon season and a flash flood warning scrolled along the top of the television monitor when you scrambled inside.

Your shoulders sagged, feeling annoyed as you turned over to your friend, “Now what?”

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I forgot to post this for mermay lol I quick sketch of mermaid form~!

“I’m pregnant.” Kit and Ty

“I hate you.” The words fell out of Kit’s mouth with a set tone, his eyes stern and determined.
“You chose dare,” Livvy insisted, a sly smirk appeared on her soft face, her tone bright with amusement. “You have to do it.”
Kit sighed dramatically. Why, Kit asked himself painfully. Why did I ever agree to playing truth or dare with Dru and Livvy. 

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Hey guys this is based loosely off of the movie Practical Magic, if you haven’t seen it, please please watch it. It’s ahmazziinnnggggg.
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They had been locked away, kept hidden in the large, old mansion since they had discovered the gifts each girl held. Watched over by the two older woman they called their aunts, it was safe here, no one could get in, the house was charmed and barricaded.

They weren’t alone. No, they would never be alone, they had each other. Each girl carrying a vastly different personality,

There was Josie, fiery and determined. She loved to sing and would often use her powers to put on elaborate shows in the attic, her aunts and sisters, her always captive audience. Josie was African American but it made no difference to the other two little girls, she was their sister. Her mother had practically thrown her to the witches when she discovered her daughters unusual gift.

“You’re gonna be famous one day Josie, and I’m gonna create all of your costumes, you don’t even have to pay me!”

Veronica, classy and composed but also the silliest of the three, she was constantly playing pranks on the other girls with her powers, flying coffee cups, slamming doors. She was fun but she could be brutal when necessary. Her story was actually the most normal of the three, her mother and her had had an emotional goodbye when she was dropped off, it was for the best, hermione couldn’t handle her, but she never stopped loving her.

And than there was Betty, the beautiful blonde witch with the piercing green eyes. She was sweet and good, only using her powers for good, hardly ever for fun. She helped the animals outside, grew bountiful gardens in the green house and made potions for healing. Her story was probably the saddest. Alice cooper was her mother and she had died when Betty was six, she was the only mother who shared the wicka gene, rumors flew that she had died of a broken heart.

When Betty and the girls were twelve, Betty had vowed to never fall in love. As they stood in the attic, flowers and potions surrounding them, Betty brewed together a spell.

“I’ll never fall in love. I’ll never die like my mother, girls. I won’t do it.”

She chanted something slowly, as a spark lifted in the air.

Veronica and Josie came around and wrapped their arms around the watery eyed blonde.

While the girls weren’t permitted to leave the grounds, it didn’t stop them from sneaking out and finding solace in a back booth at Pops Diner. Giggling over burgers and milkshakes as they tried to hide from the other customers. The little witches weren’t welcome in the town and if anyone spotted them they wouldn’t be treated quite so simply.

They did this every week on Saturday’s while their aunts were out at solstice. The third week in, a group of three boys strolled to a stop in front of their table. Veronica was quick to turn on the defensive.
“Can we help you.” She said sassily.

All three girls were on edge, fingers sparking ready to fight.

The redheaded boy smiled
“I’m Archie, this is Reggie and this is Jughead, they’re my best friends.”

Reggie nodded his head

“We know you, you’re the witch girls who live in that huge mansion.”

Betty’s eyes caught onto the dark haired boy, behind the other two, his ears were bright red because of the bitter cold and she caught herself giggling at his messy hair. as josie, Reggie, Veronica and Archie conversed, she smiled softly at the nervous looking boy.

His eyes widened at her smile, but he returned it , a little shyly.

“Why don’t you sit with us? We don’t get a lot of visitors and we have like no friends” josie giggled.

The boys slid in, Jughead squeezing next to Betty.

The group talked and laughed, sharing stories and eating fries, until it was time to go. Promising to return next weekend.

Betty walked beside Jughead and smiled
“I’ll see you next weekend?”

He nodded smiling
“You got it bets.”

She giggled, turning to catch up with her sisters before turning back to him and smiling
“Oh and jughead?” He turned her way and smiled raising an eye brow.

Suddenly her hand was moving in the air and he was holding a dark grey beanie shaped like a crown.

“Stay warm, Jughead Jones”

And then she was off, skipping next to her sisters, her long, white skirt flying behind her.

He swore he fell in love with her in that instant.

Unfortunately for the three boys who had become smitten with the girls just after one short meeting, they never saw them again. The girls had been caught sneaking back in and were never allowed out again. Leaving three heartsick twelve year olds.

Years passed and the six children grew older, each bond growing stronger and stronger.

Every night Betty would stare at the flowers littering her bedroom, her room almost flooded with flowers, it seemed to be all she could do with her powers now, she always thought of the handsome boy she had met years ago. What was he doing now? Did he think of her often?

He did. Jughead thought of her almost all the time, no girl had ever had an impact on him. No girl ever made his heart flutter the way she did. They three boys had gone up to the old mansion so many times but it was impossible to get in.

Now they were eighteen , The tradition of going to pops on saturdays still rang true, and he caught himself staring at the back booth every time.

“I think about it too.” Reggie said, settling next to him. “The way they talk about them, the horrible things they say. None of its true, we know that. But we seem to be the only ones.”

Jughead nodded slowly, sinking into the booth and adjusting his beanie.

Something was different in the air tonight, everyone felt it, it was obvious. The tension seemed to grow thicker and Archie rubbed at his neck.
“It’s weird man, I just feel like something big is about to happen ya know?”

Both boys nodded as Jughead but into his burger.

Suddenly the chime of the doors rang and Archie’s dropped jaw caused him to turn around.

Oh.

There they were, the three witches of riverdale. Standing in the doorway of pops.

They were beautiful, enchantingly so. It was almost unreal how gorgeous they were. They swept past them, taking the familiar booth they had sat in years ago. All three boys eyes were glued to that table.

It was deja vu in the best way, closing his eyes he could almost see the three tiny girls they once were, now replaced by beautiful women dressed in gorgeous gowns, clearly having come from somewhere not in riverdale.

Suddenly her sparkling green eyes caught on to his and realization lit them up, as she motioned to her other friends.

The three girls stood up and made there way over to the table Veronica smiling

“I’m Veronica, this is Josie and Betty, they’re my best friends.”

He caught her eyes one more time and she smiled.

You’re A Sinking Stone

Originally posted by kareligomleeek

Michael Gray x Reader

Request: 

-“Don’t. Just don’t. I don’t want to hear you say what I think you’re going to say. Don’t speak.”

-Can I request one where you’re dating Michael and the whole Charlotte thing happens and you end up turning to Tommy for comfort?

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