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WW1 Movie and TV Show Recs

Finding books about World War One can be pretty easy. Finding movies and TV shows on it, however, can be difficult. After struggling to find good movies about one of my favourite eras to learn about, I finally decided to amass some of my absolute favourites for the others that are having the same problem as me.

My Boy Jack

The first one that I want to talk about is a pretty underrated movie called My Boy Jack. This is a British movie starring Daniel Radcliffe, David Haig, Kim Cattrail, and Carey Mulligan. It is about Rudyard Kipling and his 18 year old son, Jack, who goes off to fight during the first world war. He goes missing, and the family (Rudyard Kipling, his wife, and their daughter) searches for him. This is a beautifully shot movie, and it was so heartrending. I would absolutely recommend this to anyone who is interested in this era, since it shows the war as well as the people left behind, and the costumes are perfectly accurate.

Testament of Youth

This is one of my favourite movies of all time. Based on Vera Brittains autobiography about her time as a nurse on the front lines, this movie has stunning choreography, beautiful costumes, as well as a gorgeous, horribly sad story line. It stars Alicia Vikander as Vera Brittain, Kit Harington, Taron Egerton, and Colin Morgan. This is a movie that I have watched over and over again.

Parades End

This is the only one that I have not seen out of this list, but I have heard and seen some great things about this mini series starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Adelaide Clemens. It is about the relationship between a suffragette (Clemens), a British aristocrat (Cumberbatch), and his wife Sylvia. It is set over a number of years and is based off of the novel by Ford Maddox Ford.

Anzac Girls

I will forever love this TV series about the often forgotten ANZAC girls, or the nurses from New Zealand and Australia. Starting off in Egypt, the story line follows a few nurses through a few years of the war. This is based on a true story, and I absolutely loved every second of it.

War Horse

I watched this one a while ago, but it still leaves a huge impact on me. The story is about a boy and his horse, who both end up being conscripted for the war. The story follows them both as they lose each other and find each other again. This is such a classic, and would recommend it to anyone.

The Crimson Field

The last one on my list, Crimson Field is a TV series about the nurses near the front in France. It talks about the challenges that these women faced, and I wish that they had been able to produce another season. If you liked Anzac Girls, you would also like this one, and vice versa.

If you have any recommendations, let me know! Im always on the lookout for new good period dramas


Tamlin smiled at me. “Why do you think I invited them to the house? Into my lands?” He let out a low snarl, and I felt Rhys tensing as Tamlin said to me, “I once told you I would fight against tyranny, against that sort of evil. Did you think you were enough to turn me from that?” His teeth shone white as bone. “It was so easy to call me a monster, despite all I did for your family.” A sneer toward Nesta, who was frowning in distaste. “Yet you witnessed all that he did Under the Mountain, and still spread your legs for him. Fitting, I suppose. He whored for Amarantha for decades. Why shouldn’t you be his whore—?”

“That’s enough!”

I willed the air in his throat, halting the poison from further spewing from his pathetic, gaping mouth. I could stand it no longer, this pathetic monster, trying to guilt me, humiliate me, trying to make me cower and cage me inside myself. But I was not like him. I had faced what I’d done Under the Mountain. The terrors he dutifully ignores. Reborn Under the Mountain, reborn again when I found my true family, my mate. I was not the damsel in distress he wanted me to be, I was not his trophy to parade about in the fields of spring. I was not his anything, and I would not let him further degrade my court.

I rose from my seat, darkness radiating from my whole being, a stark contrast to my starlit attire now illuminating the shrouded room.

A wild and wicked voice purred down the bond, You bow to no one.

Head held high, I glowered down at the choking High Lord, the supposed embodiment of the gleaming meadows he governed, but it was about time he faced all the rot that lurked underneath.

“You act as though a few good deeds can erase all the shit you pulled,” I snarled.

I felt bouts of his fraying magic, trying to overpower the supremacy of mine, but it only made me hold on tighter.

“I am the High Lady of the the Night Court. I am not yours to chastise as you see fit. I am your equal if not more after you betrayed your own court. Trading them for a woman who was never your mate, never yours to claim. You ignored my message. I clearly told you I wasn’t going to return. But still, you allied with the enemy. Our enemy.”

And it wasn’t until he turned a terrible shade of blue that I finally released him. The other High Lords watched as his throat attempted to amass all the air it was denied. They had fallen silent at my spectacle and I didn’t care to read what their expressions might be.

“You-you forced my hand—!”

I could feel fire gathering in my veins and it took all my strength to rein in the flames that threatened to lash out.

An incredulous laugh escaped my lips,“Don’t blame me for your stupid decisions Tamlin.”

“Every decision I made was calculated.“he hissed.

“Evidently those decisions were miscalculated,“Rhys drawled, calm demeanor failing to mask the darkness in his eyes, "If they resulted in the loss of your court.”

I let a ghost of a smile tug at my lips but Cassian, Mor, and Azriel made their feelings clear. Cassian and Mor let out hearty laughs interlaced with Azriel chuckling, even Nesta’s stoic face seemed to glow in approval.

But in response Tamlin’s nostrils flared, green eyes wrought with fury, he was so enraged that the muscles in his temples were spasming out of control.


Yes, I orchestrated many things but neither he nor Ianthe were forced to act the way they did and like hell I was going to let him continue talking to me that way.


Tamlin roared, claws out and ready to shred my skin, but before he could even think of his next move I fired an explosion of darkness that sent him flying across the room.

He’s going to shatter everything, I warned.

Rhys and I flung our power towards him, but it was Rhysand who got to him first.

“The gaping-fish look is a good one for you, Tamlin.”

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Foster the People

The 1975

The Mowgli’s

Breach the Summit

Magic Man

Young the Giant

Local Natives

Capital Cities

Bombay Bicycle Club

For the Foxes

American Authors

Family of the Year

Walk the Moon

Parade of Lights

The Colourist

Gold Fields

Said the Whale

Youngblood Hawke

The Royal Concept

Imagine Dragons

Saints of Valory

Tokyo Police Club

Hunter hunted



Two Door Cinema Club

Vampire Weekend

Arctic Monkeys

Band of Horses



Saint Motel

Wistful Melody

I met you a long time ago at the tender age of five. Who knew the little boy who sat in the corner of the classroom would become a part of my life.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count:2923


Warnings: Mild Language

The days of our childhood were always filled with an undeniable warmth that we always longed for. The pleasant remembrances of the constant touches of the unknown as we would explore the grandiose playground. The aroma of newly bought crayon boxes for us to color and the dry Mac n cheese pieces for us to glue together in order to construct the barren canvas, begging to be embellished by the tender hands of absurd cherubs.

We would barge out, parading through a field of sharply grown grass and the gentle touches of the vibrant colored flower petals. It was a period where the carefree would prance without thinking of what lies ahead. Our fear would be absent, the adrenaline would push us forward. The only worry in our mind is whether we would have the time to play in the yard once again in the same manner. A life filled with a budding innocence blossoming to a dreary hue as we all come to terms that life isn’t hearts and flowers, but a tear-jerking pathway of many fruitless efforts and minimal moments of success.

I reminiscence the day I first laid eyes on the small boy who sat in the corner of the classroom drawing music notes on the back of his spelling homework.

“Yoongi,” I move closer to the groggy man who currently entangled by my body, “Remember the day we first met?”

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The Game (Stiles Stilinski Imagine)

Request by anon: Could I have a Stilinski imagine where y/n goes to his lacrosse game and he finally gets to play with the team, and she cheers him on and all that fluff? Thanks.

Word Count: 1025


A/N: fluff, I hope it’s fluffy enough for the person who requested it, also I only proofread this like once so sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Originally posted by darkcrownbitches

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  • As the United States stood disconsolately on the field after its shocking defeat in the 2011 Women's World Cup final, one Japanese player broke away from her own team's joyous celebrations.
  • Aya Miyama sought out every American player she could find and hugged them, while her teammates rushed over to the sidelines before parading around the field carrying a giant banner.
  • Miyama had every reason in the world to be wrapped up in her own emotions, with her nation having won the tournament for the first time, while paying tribute to the victims of the devastating earthquake, tsunami and nuclear disaster that struck north-east Japan four months earlier (hence the touching banner that thanked worldwide fans for their support).
  • Yet, she could not ignore the Americans, some of whom stood, some crouched, some simply slumped on the field in Frankfurt's Commerzbank Arena, unable to comprehend how victory had been snatched from them by Japan's dramatic late comeback and subsequent penalty shootout triumph.
  • Miyama sought out U.S. goalkeeper Hope Solo, a friend with whom she had exchanged emails before the game. The pair chatted and Miyama offered words of consolation, before Solo urged her to go off and enjoy the moment.
  • "She wanted to show the Americans respect because she knew how much it hurt us," Solo told David Letterman after returning home. "I had to tell her, 'Aya, you won the World Cup, the first time in your nation's history, celebrate please.'"
  • But first Miyama went around the U.S. group, giving kind words. There was a squeeze of the shoulder for Christie Rampone. A hug for Megan Rapinoe. A smile and whispered tribute for Heather O'Reilly.
  • "It is important to understand the feelings of another person or another football player," the 30-year-old said. "We are all football players and everybody wants to win, but it is only possible for one team to achieve that. You must have respect for them and their effort. This is what I love about the game of football."
  • - USA today Sports: Meet the USA's best friend and biggest threat on Japanese World Cup team

I Envy You ~ Rupert Graves & Benedict Cumberbatch mashup of The Crimson Field (2014) and Parade’s End (2012)

I love what Jodhi May did with Mrs. Crecy (even though I wanted to hurt her character for the amount of pain she inflicted on my sweet babboo), so to right all the wrongs, I made this photoset celebrating two magnificent performances of the WWI era.

reblog or link, please; no reposts to other sites, thank you

#Silver Fox Saturday

War Horse Games(Closed RP)

Mythic(seemingly prime) stood at the head of the parade field they have set up near the bunker for training. Awaiting all the new recruits to move into their lines and be at attention. He had a serious yet pleasant look, fitting that of one in power. Starbuck was given a seat to his right and further back, waiting for his turn. To the left of Mythic and futher back sat a much larger armored pony with a single wing, Burst Thunder.