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Airworthy B-24 Liberators, 2017

A quick guide to the survivors and how to distinguish them.

B-24J, Witchcraft, 44-44052, The Collings Foundation

The only “true” B-24 still airworthy.  Painted to resemble the original Witchcraft of the 467th Bomb Group, she wears an overall olive-drab paint scheme with red stabilizers.  Extensive nose art marks the port-side nose, showing 130 combat missions.  Previously flew as All American from 1989-1998 and The Dragon and His Tail from 1998-2005 before the current paint scheme.  This aircraft served with the USAF, RAF, and Indian Air Force before finally passing into civilian hands for restoration.

LB-30A/B-24A/C-87, Diamond Lil, 40-2366. CAF B-29/B-24 Squadron

The only surviving B-24A model in existence, originally one of the LB-30 order bound for England.  The aircraft is painted in a two-tone camouflage pattern overall, with original US roundels on the fuselage and wings.  Port side nose is painted with the Diamond Lil nose art, starboard side is a massive 48 star US flag.

Diamond Lil flew in the colors of the 98th Bomb Group for many years before the current paint scheme.

PB4Y-2, 66300, Yanks Air Museum

Overall silver finish with red bands around the ends of the fin and horizontal stabilizers, “124″ painted in black on both sides of the nose.  The aircraft was flown to the museum in 2006 and has not flown since, although she is under restoration to military condition and likely airworthiness once more.

PB4Y-2, 66302, GossHawk Unlimited

Overall polished aluminum finish, post-war national insignia on fuselage sides behind cockpit, 6302 painted in black along the nose.  Of the airworthy Privateers, she appears closest to a Coast Guard aircraft would have in service.  She is based out of Phoenix, Arizona.

PB4Y-2, 59882, Museum of Flight and Aerial Firefighting

Overall silver finish with red bands around the stabilizers and cowlings, black 126 marked on both sides of the nose.  Heavily faired nose with a smaller window than greenhouse noses.  She was registered as airworthy in 2013.

B-24J, Joe, 44-44272, Fantasy of Flight

Overall silver finish, black fins with white vertical flash.  The aircraft was last flown in 1997 and still technically listed as airworthy by the FAA and the museum, but it will likely need a full restoration before it flies again.

Despite its high production numbers, there are few remaining B-24s in museums and under restoration.  Hopefully more wrecks can be recovered from their resting places in the South Pacific and restored in the coming decades.


Now You See Me, Now You…..Still See Me? Hand-Painted British Dazzle Camouflage Templates from WWI

During WWI, 1914-1918, the Fleet Admiral of the British Navy had a problem.  German U-Boats were sinking British ships at an astonishing rate.  Something had to be done to halt the destruction of the fleet and the loss of life, and that something was what would come to be known as Dazzle Camouflage.  Unlike other types and styles of camouflage, it was not intended to hide the ship, but rather to visually disrupt the outline of the ship to the degree that an observer would have no idea what they were looking at.

The German Navy had a well-deserved reputation for having a very low margin of error when it came to sinking British ships, but it was reported that dazzle camouflage could throw an experienced submariner’s aim off by multiple degrees, meaning a harmless miss rather than a devastating hit.

Dazzle camouflage was pioneered by British naval officer Norman Wilkinson and was based on the theory that, just like stripes on a zebra and spots on a cheetah, stripes and odd patterns on a battleship would make it harder to target by breaking up its outline.  Dazzle camouflage utilized oddly angled lines and very bright colors including green, yellow, pink, purple, blue, and black to make it impossible to determine the size, shape, speed, or heading of a ship.  Also, for added confusion, no two ships were painted alike so that the Germans would have nothing to latch onto as a template for the patterns on the ships.

Type 8, Design A, Starboard Side (NAID 46740258) RG; 19, Camouflage Design Drawings for U.S. Navy Commissioned Ships, U.S. Merchant Ships and British Ships.  

This type of camouflage enjoyed great success and was eventually adopted by the United States navy, prompting an unnamed American journalist at the New York Times to write, “You should see our fleet, it’s camouflaged to look like a flock of Easter eggs going out to sea.”

By WWII, this type of camouflage was becoming less and less effective because of inventions like radar and range finders and the fact that torpedoes were no longer hand guided.

All of the images shown above in addition to the over 300 other templates in the National Archives holdings are available for viewing online at, search “British Camouflage Type” and then choose which “type” (1-20) you wish to view.

More on Dazzle Camouflage at Now You See Me, Now You…..Still See Me? Hand-Painted British Dazzle Camouflage Templates from WWI | The Unwritten Record

Unsinkable || Part Two

Originally posted by superhaughtdanvers

*hey look I remembered to add a gif to this one ;D*

Title: Unsinkable 

Fandom: Wonder Woman // DC

Relationship: Steve Trevor x Reader

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Here, beyond this cut, lies the final half of Unsinkable. The first half of this will be from Steve’s pov, but the latter half will be from the Reader’s pov. I honestly don’t know what else to but I will say that I’m fairly certain that I just wrote one of the cheesiest lines but I’m gonna own it!

Oh! I forgot to mention it in the first half, but throughout the course of writing this fic, I got into the writing by listening through Adam Young’s score, RMS Titanic. It’s a truly beautiful score (along with the other scores he’s developed) and I highly suggest giving it a listen :)

Enjoy! ♥

You can find Part One here!!

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anonymous asked:

Magical realism johnlock au?

I actually have a rec for this trope ready, but it’s a mix of magical realism and just pure magical AU since I’m a bit fan of both :P Also, a little Mystrade might have slipped in ;)


The Curse of the Cool Coat 

Johnlock, complete, 5000 words.

Author’s summary: Sherlock’s coat is his heart. Whoever holds it holds his heart. John, infuriatingly, refuses to take it once Sherlock confesses it’s power.

Additional notes: Beautifully written and so very painful at points but it ends well so there’s that.

Beauty (nonsignificant)

Johnlock, WIP? (last update was in 2011 so…)

Author’s summary: Sherlock doesn’t particularly mind having to stay in the house of a cursed monster. It was, after all, painfully dull back in his village, and this Beast is so very interesting.

John’s only wondering which deity he offended so much - what with the shoulder, the curse, and now this maddening, insane man he’s meant to fall in love with. Beauty and the Beast crossover.

Additional notes: the last chapter does seem to give the story an ending, but it’s an unhappy one so… well. But it’s terribly beautiful and it hurts so nicely.

This Weather

Johnlock, complete, 12000 words.

Author’s summary: John Watson thought he led a pretty nice life, until one day, he’s kidnapped and taken aboard a pirate ship. Here, everyone seems to know who he is, but he can’t recall ever meeting these people in his entire humdrum, plain vanilla existence. John is sure that they’re all hiding something from him, and he’s quite right, but they won’t tell him, and he has to force the truth out on his own.

Additional notes: magically induced amnesia. That’s all I’m saying ;)

Barnacles and Biscuits

Johnlock, complete, 4500 words.

Author’s summary: Captain John Watson returns from the war, only to make an exciting discovery off the starboard side of his little fishing boat, the Mary Morstan.

Additional notes: Merlock, cuteness, some tiny bit of angst.

The Swan Prince

Johnlock, complete, 10700 words.

Author’s summary: In Regent’s Park, John is rescued from a hell hound by a swan who then doesn’t want to let John go any more. Intrigued by this swan, John returns to Regent’s Park every day.

Additional notes: magical setting all around!

The Shadows of Snowflakes

Johnlock, complete, 12800 words.

Author’s summary: John Watson is the anticipation of a lightning strike, the seconds before electricity surges through the sky, enough to make the hair on the back of Sherlock’s neck stand up. But the actual strike never comes and he’s left waiting, holding his breath, skin prickling. Desperate for something to change.

“Afghanistan or Iraq?” he asks. The words taste like a beginning.

It’s been winter in London for years, Sherlock is cursed, and John may or may not be able to help him.

Additional notes: magical realism, beautifully written!

The Lonely Scientist

Johnlock, complete, 7500 words.

Author’s summary: In which Sherlock Holmes gets by with a little help from a friend. (Adapted fairy tale: “The Elves and the Shoemaker”)

Additional notes: I have a weakness for fairytales. This one is a great adaptation.

Congratulations, Mr. Holmes, it’s a Ghost!

Mystrade, side johnlock, complete, 169700 words.

Author’s summary: A punishing storm strands Mycroft in a remote inn where the residents are friendly, helpful, but not necessarily among the living. The one specifically not among the living takes a special interest in their guest and isn’t shy about making that fact known…

Additional notes: wow, I hadn’t noticed how long this one was. Still, you should do yourself a favour and just go ahead and read everything by the author.

A Promise of Forever

Johnlock, complete, 8400 words.

Author’s summary: The first time John met a Cursed, he was seven years old.

John met many more Cursed in the years to come. Some of them were the terrifying monsters that he’d feared hid beneath the frayed bed skirt in his room while others were tragic people leading tragic lives.

His therapist told him he had trust issues. Privately, John thought that he had Cursed issues; he attracted enough of them. Maybe he could blog about that.

“I play the violin when I’m thinking and sometimes I don’t talk for days on end. Also, I’m Cursed; reanimated corpse of a sort. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other.” The creature smiled, a ghastly, fake thing that stretched his face too impossible dimensions and made John’s skin tingle with fear.

Additional notes: sort of Beauty and the Beast fussion, wonderful written, heartbreaking at points… but with a happy ending!

Love Is The Rhythm

Johnlock, complete, 4900 words.

Author’s summary: Love is a dangerous disadvantage for the Holmes family, immortals until they’ve given their heart to someone else. Nevertheless, it’s not like Sherlock planned to lose his to John.

Additional notes: this is too good for words. Just read it!

Long shot

Johnlock, complete, 44200 words.

Author’s summary: The point of a marriage between heirs is to cement alliances.

But in Sherlock’s case… it represents the chance of a better (happier) future.

It’s a long shot, though.

Additional notes: alpha/beta/omega dynamics (somewhat), werewolf!Sherlock, human!John


Johnlock, WIP

Author’s summary: Love is said to be priceless.

But for the experienced trader, EVERYTHING has a price.


In which Sherlock is a Prince with a Kingdom in trouble, John is an all powerful (but reluclant) Wizard and they strike a deal.

Additional notes: some Beauty & Beast elements, the OUAT version.

And that’s it for now! It’s quite a long list though, so… I hope you’ll find something you’d enjoy ;)

Other recs here

Field of Stars

I took something that had been gathering dust for months in my WIP folder and re-worked as a short, super angsty drabble for Kaidan Appreciation Week. I don’t think this fits in any of the specific themes, but hey, I wrote something (finally).

This Shepard intentionally left blank.

There existed a place beyond pain, beyond grief, beyond even the shock of numbness. It was a void, a vacuum in the human emotional spectrum that lacked a name but lived in a fragile state between the spaces where love and loss normally were.

Kaidan had skirted around the event horizon of that spot a handful of times in his life.

The first time, he’d been seventeen years old, and he’d just killed a person for the first time to defend someone he cared about. Each scene, each frame of that day was indelibly burned into his memory. The sweltering heat of the practice room where Vyrnnus had kept them toiling for hours on a pointless drill. The unmistakable smell of dozens of sweaty teenage bodies as they gave their all in fear of what punishment they might receive if they failed, mixed in with the ozone smell of eezo. The strain—physical, mental, and emotional—of using his biotics for so long under those conditions without a break or so much as a drop of water. He could still remember the sound Rahna’s wrist had made when Vyrnnus snapped it, still smell the coppery tang of blood in the air, still feel the white hot boil of rage that exploded out from him like a supernova.

And he could recall the dead silence that followed as dozens of eyes all fastened on him in varying degrees of horror, admiration, and fear. When the rage had left him, when he realized just what he’d done, everything had just stopped for a while. And when the universe resumed, when Rahna had pushed him away, he could recall how empty he’d felt, like a deflated balloon left to flap in the wind.

The second time had been after Virmire. Hearing Ashley’s last words over the radio, seeing the blinding explosion and the bright mushroom cloud, knowing it could have been him….

Questioning why he was still alive and his friend and comrade-in-arms was dead.

I’m sorry, Kaidan. I’d never leave you behind. I couldn’t. You know that.

And now…now he was there again, staring out the tiny porthole window on the cargo deck of the SSV Armagh. His breath came in even beats, clouding up the transparent plasteel and receding just as fast as the anti-fog coating forced it to turn to condensation and run in tiny rivulets to the moisture collector at the bottom lip. His field of vision thus blurred with each breath he took, obscuring his view of the stars…and of the wreckage of the Normandy.

With a steady hand, he brought up his omni-tool again, and punched up his suit-to-suit radio with all the feeling of an automaton. He set it to broadcast on all non-essential frequencies, those not being used by the rescue pods that continued to comb through the ever-expanding debris field for survivors.

“Alenko to Shepard. Lieutenant Alenko to Commander Shepard. Please respond.” His roughened voice was calm, rehearsed, like he’d said those exact words twenty times already.

In fact, it had been twenty-three times, broadcast every hour on the hour since he’d stumbled listlessly from his escape pod onto the cold comfort of the Armagh’s deck.

And all he ever heard was the steady pop hiss pop of static.

As he watched the rescue pods putter back to the starboard side docking bays, he knew it was probably the last time, too.

A day. No more. After that we have to leave, or someone will start asking questions about what an Alliance cruiser is doing out in the Terminus systems, the Armagh’s captain had told him when he’d been brought on board.

Less than an hour later, the ship’s mass effect field came up, a rippling blur of blue light outside of his private little window.

Slowly, inch-by-inch, the details of the day etched themselves into his memory. His knees ached, and his head was starting to throb. The smell of his hardsuit stung at his nostrils—sweat, eezo, spilled coffee. The muted sobs and moans of the Normandy’s survivors behind him on the deck. The quiet, vacant stare Joker had given him before being carted off to the medical bay. The pop hiss pop of dead static on the radio.

The way the universe just stopped when the words he refused to say came unbidden to his tongue:

Good-bye, Shepard.

He swallowed those words hard, kept them tucked in his throat back in that place where the aching void of Shepard’s absence was only starting to seep through the numbness.

His stomach clenched as the ship’s inertial dampeners kicked in, putting the laws of physics on hold to avert the crush of gravity under acceleration. Fatigue and loss weighed on him almost as much as an undamped field. But he stayed upright, watching the light of the Amada system shift to red as the ship accelerated to faster-than-light speeds.

If only we’d had more time.

But there was no more time. There were no long talks by his station. No more late night visits to Shepard’s quarters. No more laughter, no more planning for a shore leave that would never come.

No more.

Kaidan put his palm on the window, a vain attempt to touch what couldn’t be touched anymore.

Shepard was gone, lost in a field of stars. And Kaidan was left staring at the edge of the void left in that wake.


HISTORY MEME → [4/10] Moments: Sinking of the RMS Titanic

The sinking of the RMS Titanic occurred on the night of 14 April through to the morning of 15 April 1912 in the North Atlantic Ocean, four days into the ship’s maiden voyage from Southampton to New York City. The largest passenger liner in service at the time, Titanic had an estimated 2,224 people on board when she struck an iceberg at around 23:40 (ship’s time) on Sunday, 14 April 1912. Her sinking two hours and forty minutes later at 02:20 (05:18 GMT) on Monday, 15 April resulted in the deaths of more than 1,500 people, which made it one of the deadliest peacetime maritime disasters in history.

Titanic received six warnings of sea ice on 14 April but was travelling near her maximum speed when her lookouts sighted the iceberg. Unable to turn quickly enough, the ship suffered a glancing blow that buckled her starboard (right) side and opened five of her sixteen compartments to the sea. Titanic had been designed to stay afloat with four of her forward compartments flooded but no more, and the crew soon realised that the ship would sink. They used distress flares and radio (wireless) messages to attract help as the passengers were put into lifeboats. In accordance with existing practice, Titanic’s lifeboat system was designed to ferry passengers to nearby rescue vessels, not to hold everyone on board simultaneously; therefore with the ship sinking rapidly and help still hours away, there was no safe refuge for many of the passengers and crew. Compounding this, poor management of the evacuation meant many boats were launched before they were completely full.

Thus, when Titanic sank, over a thousand passengers and crew were still on board. Almost all those who jumped or fell into the water drowned within minutes due to the effects of hypothermia. RMS Carpathia arrived on the scene about an hour and a half after the sinking and rescued the last of the survivors by 09:15 on 15 April, some nine and a half hours after the collision. The disaster caused widespread outrage over the lack of lifeboats, lax regulations, and the unequal treatment of the three passenger classes during the evacuation. Subsequent inquiries recommended sweeping changes to maritime regulations, leading to the establishment in 1914 of the International Convention for the Safety of Life at Sea (SOLAS), which still governs maritime safety today.

#71 for @averca! (Solangelo of course) I’m probably not going to do many more of these so I can move onto other prompts, sorry if I couldn’t get to yours! I was listening to the Pirates of the Carribean score while writing this and somehow it went from a cute and fluffy oneshot to a pirate au no one asked for??? 

Prompt: “You are the single best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The sound of boots slamming on the deck filled Nico’s ears as he raced to the starboard side of the ship. His heart pounded in his chest, drowning out the gunshots and shouts of men echoing through the night. Just a few more feet, and he’d be safe on his own ship.

He sprinted towards the railing along the deck. Several ropes were strung across the space between the two vessels, swaying dangerously above the murky water below. Nico stretched his arm forward to grab onto one of the ropes, but before he could reach it, something struck his shin and he toppled forward onto the weathered wood of the ship.

“Where do you think you’re going, Di Angelo?” a voice said.

Nico rolled onto his back and found himself face to face with none other than Will Solace, who happened to be the captain of the ship he and his crew were currently pillaging. His golden hair fanned around his face like a halo, and the thick, silver rings decorating his ears glittered in the orange evening light.

“Solace,” Nico hissed.

“Here to devastate my ship again, are you?” Will said in a bored tone. “Have you forgotten about your last attempt?”

Nico scowled at the memory. His last attempt had failed, resulting in the loss of a dozen crew members and severe damage to his ship. “Don’t remind me, Solace,” Nico snarled.

Will grinned and drew his sword from the scabbard on his belt. Nico scrambled to his feet and retrieved his own blade as Will began circling him, studying him with eyes the color of cornflowers.

“We don’t have to fight with each other, you know,” Will said.

Nico barked a laugh, “I think you’re missing the point of our fighting, captain. We don’t fight because we have a reason to, we fight because we’re both bored out here on this damn ocean and fighting gives us something to keep our minds busy.”

The corners of Will’s mouth turned downward into a frown. “Do you realize the kind of money we could be pulling in if stopped the rivalry?” he asked, coming to a stop in front of Nico.

Nico gazed at him. In the day’s dying light, the angular plains of his face were more defined. His soft, pink mouth and wide, blue eyes feigned a look of purity and innocence. For a moment, Nico was tempted by his offer. He shook the thoughts from his head and fixed his face into a glare. He had been at sea far too long to fall for the choir boy face of Will Solace.

“The answer is no, and if you ask again, I won’t hesitate to run you through with a sword,” Nico replied.

Right as Will opened his mouth to retort, several members of Nico’s crew came bounding across the deck, carrying sacks of gold and jewels. They shimmied across the ropes and deposited their spoils onto the deck, whooping and cheering at the sight of their haul.

Grinning, Nico returned his sword to its scabbard. “Well, Will, I have got to say, you and your pacifist nature are the single best things to ever happen to me. Without you, who knows what I would do to entertain myself” he said. He approached the railing and swung himself onto one of the ropes, “Thanks for the loot, Solace.”

He scrambled across the rope towards the safety of his own deck. A crew member helped him over the side before using a knife to sever the rope. He immediately joined the revelry of his crew, grabbing a handful of riches and holding them high above his head in triumph. All around him rose cries of satisfaction and joy, but for some reason, something in his chest nagged at him and prevented him from feeling the exuberance of his crew.

He peered over his shoulder at the opposing ship, which was now growing smaller as they drifted apart. However, he was still able to make out the figure of Will Solace leaning against the railing, staring up at Nico’s ship. The wind tousled his hair, and his eyes had a glassy, thoughtful quality to them as he gazed. A pang of an unknown feeling reverberated through the deepest parts of Nico’s heart, but he ignored it. He had chosen the life of the sea, he had chosen Will as his rival, and there was no going back on those choices now, no matter how much he may regret them.

thetourguidebarbie  asked:

mermaid caroline has found herself tied up on this awful british dude's pirate ship and told to navigate them to the island on the treasure map and she knows perfectly well where the treasure is but it's just SO MUCH MORE FUN to give them wrong directions.

Lies To Buy Myself Some Time

Above her it’s chaos and she basks in it, her eyes on the horizon as the sun sets.

She can hear the sailors rushing to and fro, their footsteps pounding the ships’ wooden deck. There’s shouting, harried questions and clipped answers and above the din his voice is the loudest.

Captain Niklaus Mikaelson is livid, barking orders at a rapid clip. It’s deliciously satisfying for Caroline. She hums happily, swimming lazy circles, her movement limited by the enchanted manacle and chain that keeps her imprisoned, attached to a hook imbedded into the hull.

Any guilt she might have felt is erased each time the tug of her tether reminds her of what he’d done to her.

It takes long minutes for the noise to die down. She anchor hits the water with a splash and the ship groans, listing slightly to one side.

Oops. Looks like the treasure hunt was going to be delayed.

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Pairing/Characters: Loki Laufeyson x Reader!Stark.

Guest Apperances: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Heimdall, Thor Odinson, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins. 

Summary: This tale follows the quest of pirate captain Loki Laufeyson, a savvy pirate and Bucky Barnes, a resourceful blacksmith, in their search for reader, (Y/N) Stark. A feared pirate has kidnapped reader, the daughter of the governor. Little do they know, the he along with his crew has been cursed. Doomed for eternity to neither live nor die, unless a blood sacrifice is made.  

Warnings: Piracy, kidnapping, violence, murder, love triangle, language.

Word Count: 1678.

A/N: This is the second part for @tatortot2701 AU challenge. Thank you to everyone who read the first part, i appreciate the feedback! My prompt for this  challenge was “Prison was made for people like you”. Loki will make an apperance soon! Stay with me! I decided to part this  up, so that you don’t get 10 parts of 4,000 words each. Since i did this, i don’t know  how  many parts there will be, but i do know they will not  be longer than 2,000 words. So, one-shot sized chapters. Easier to read too! Hope you enjoy, taglist is open and please, please leave  some feedback! 

Updates every Monday & Friday.

Based on Pirates of the caribbean: The curse of the black pearl (because i have no imagination, what so ever)

Itallics are flashbacks.

Graphic is mine.



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A New Flagship

It had been three years, two months, and seven days since the tragic loss of Obi-Wan Kenobi and the 212th Attack Battalion on Byyzem, and the Supreme Commander of the Army of the Republic Anakin Skywalker was waiting in the hold of a small shuttle that glided effortlessly through the pitch black of space. He was traveling to the Kuat Drive Yard, where his new flag ship was waiting.

The Resolute had gone down nearly a year before, guns blazing as he rammed the ship into Grievous’s flagship.

Obi-Wan wouldn’t have approved but someone needed to pay for the aching wound in Anakin’s soul. The cybernetic monstrosity had gone down with his ship and, in a way, so had The Hero with No Fear.

The man who came out of that engagement over Mygeeto was changed, not so much frozen as he was hardened, a creature of fire and despair encased in volcanic glass. Perhaps no one noticed or perhaps no one dared say anything but that was the last time anyone could honestly say they saw a man who would have answered playfully to the name “Ani” or tolerated an exasperated “My old Padawan”.

No. That man was gone and the man who lived in that skin was too young for the old and weary eyes he looked out on the Galaxy with. The man left behind would become a statue, a monument to the one he lost, to the good man who had raised him and loved him in spite of all of his callow and youthful attempts to make him love him the way Anakin wanted to be loved.

“We’re almost there, sir,” a clone trooper said. “You can see it out the starboard side.”

The Supreme Commander let out a breath and turned to look out a transparasteel window. Hanging there in the velvet darkness, ringed by the buzzing sparkles of droids and workers, waited his new flagship, his new home and place to fight the Separatists from. The new heart of the war.

The starship Kenobi.

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First Use of Tanks in Battle

British troops pictured with a Mark I Tank two days after the battle.

September 15 1916, Flers–The day for the introduction of the tank, the supposedly war-changing weapon, had finally arrived.  It was hoped that 49 tanks, sent in ahead of the infantry, could crush barbed wire, cross and clear enemy trenches with machine guns, destroy fortified strongpoints, and generally terrorize the Germans.  Artillery tactics, honed over the course of the Somme, were modified to accommodate the tank, with mixed results.  To allow the slow-moving tanks to precede the infantry, and to avoid creating new shell craters that could impede their progress, 100-yard-wide lanes were left in the bombardments for the tanks.  An aerial observer described:

We found the whole front seemingly covered with a layer of dirty cotton-wool – the smoking shell-bursts.  Across this were dark lanes, drawn as it might be by a child’s stubby finger in the dirty snow.  Here no shells were falling.  Through these lanes lumbered the tanks.

Outside these lanes, the barrage (where it was targeted correctly) was devastating.  One German survivor recalled:

A sea of iron crashed down on all the front…The noise was terrible.  Impact after impact.  The whole of no man’s land was a seething cauldron.  The work of destruction grew and grew.  Chaos!  It was impossible to imagine that anyone could live through it…It was like a crushing machine, mechanical, without feelings; snuffing out the last resistance with a thousand hammers. 

Inside the lanes, however, the German defenders were unscathed.  In some places, the tanks worked as intended and these positions were overrun.  In others, tanks broke down, became stuck on tree stumps or (in one embarrassing case) to each other, leaving the Germans in the lanes free to fire on the infantry advancing on either side.  This caused a complete failure of the right flank of the assault, along with a failure in spotting that left a German position known as the “Quadrilateral” completely untouched by the bombardment.  Lt. Raymond Asquith, the PM’s son, was killed while leading an attack in this area.

Elsewhere, where the tanks worked properly or lanes were not left for them, the attacks succeeded, gaining a few thousand yards and the villages of Flers and Courcelette.  D-17 was the first tank into Flers; her gunner recalled the difficulties of being one of the first tanks in combat:

Having crossed the front German line I could see the old road down into Flers…We made our way down the remnants of this road with great difficulty.  Just as we started off our steering gear was hit and we resorted to steering by putting the brake on each track alternatively…

We were fired on by German machine guns.  First of all they were firing on the starboard side and the impact of their bullets was making the inside of the armour plate white hot.  And the white hot flakes were coming off and if you happened to be near enough you could have been blinded by them.  Fortunately, none of us on the starboard side caught it.  But there was a gunner, Gunner Sugden, on the port side who was wounded that way.  We went on and Percy Boult was rather upset about this machine gunner and he said, “I can spot him, I think, he is up in the rafters!” He was a pretty good shot and he scored a bull’s eye on the target and brought him down.

Having steered the engine by using the brakes up to this point, the engine was beginning to knock very badly and it looked as if we wouldn’t be fit to carry on very much further.  We made our way up the main street, during which time my gunners had several shots at various people who were underneath the eaves or even in the windows of some of the cottages.  We went on down through the High Street as far as the first right-angle bend.  We turned there and the main road goes for a matter of 200-300 yards and then turns another right angle to the left….But we did not go past that point.  At this point we had to make up our minds what to do.  The engine was really in such a shocking condition that it was liable to let us down at any moment.  So I had a look round, so far as it was possible to do in the middle of a village being shelled at that time by both sides.  I could see no signs of the British Army coming up behind me.  So I slewed the tank round with great difficult on the brakes.

They found the infantry soon after that, but the engine gave out shortly after getting it off the road.  The machine guns, mounted especially for the tank, could not be effectively taken out of the tank and used elsewhere.  Note that it had taken quite a lot of damage to put it out of commission, however, which frustrated the Germans considerably.  Lt. Braunhoffer, defending the area around Flers, wrote of his troops’ difficulty with another tank:

A tank appeared on the left front of my company position which I immediately attacked with machine-gun and rifle fire and also, as it came closer, with hand grenades.  These unfortunately caused no real damage because the tank only turned slightly to the left but otherwise just carried on.  He crossed the trenches in the area of the company on my left, caused us heavy losses with his flanking machine gun fire on trenches which had to a large extent been flattened, without my men being able to do anything about it.

Despite the considerable British successes on the day, they still fell short of Haig’s overoptimistic goals, and the troops, having taken nearly 30,000 casualties, were in no condition to push further with anything but sporadic attacks the next day.  The tanks had not opened up the way for the cavalry, but now had made their presence known to the Germans.

Today in 1915: Staff Car of Kemal [Atatürk] Bombed by Allied Plane
Today in 1914: Allied Attacks Slow Along the Aisne

Sources include: Peter Hart, The Somme; Robin Prior & Trevor Wilson, The Somme; William Philpott, Three Armies on the Somme.

anonymous asked:

Can we go from 0-60 real quick and see merman!Arin have to save Dan's life somehow? Like maybe Dan hatches a plan to sneak Arin back out into the ocean but the boat capsizes or something

i was gonna save this until later, but you called me out. 

enjoy the story of how arin was captured.


Everything was going according to plan.

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Masquerade Kiss | Jasper Jordan X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Jasper/fem!reader, Monty.

(E/C) stand for “Eye color”

Word Count: 2319 words.

(Y/N) could feel his eyes following her as she walked through the camp, just as it had the day before, and the day before that, Jasper’s eyes seemed to never leave her every time they were in the same place. She knew the reason for it, she hadn’t forgotten.

About a year before the 100 being sent to Earth, she and Jasper were what you might call ‘close friends’. Not as close as he and Monty, but still ‘close’. And, oh, that boy liked a good party. Back in the Ark, if there was a party, there was no doubt that Jasper and, potentially, Monty would be there, and sometimes (Y/N) would come over to say hello to them.

And then came the Masquerade Dance to commemorate Unity Day. She didn’t intend to go there, but she ended up getting bored at home, so she searched for a mask to wear and decided to go. It hadn’t been hard to find Jasper among the masked people, his goggles catching her attention in the crowd. (Y/N) walked toward him after drinking a drink to get in the mood, stopping beside the Jordan boy.

“Hey.” she called out, making him finally notice her there, a smile appearing on his face.


(Y/N) smiled back and looked around, noticing that Monty wasn’t there. Her (E/C) eyes stopped to watch all those excited young people jumping from side to side as they danced. Everyone seemed to be having so much fun.

“Wanna dance?” Jasper asked after noticing what she was looking at.

She had never been one of the best dancers, but no one there seemed to care about that, which led the girl to nod. “Let’s go.”

That was the first Unity Day in which (Y/N) had fun. Normally she’d get something lame to do; she was glad she hadn’t found anything to do, she was glad that Jasper had invited her to dance, she was happy to have spent the whole party laughing and jumping without caring if she was dancing well, Jasper wasn’t that good either.

The boy had a smile on his face as he slowed his movements, only moving lightly from side to side as he leaned forward so he could say something to her. (Y/N) also slowed down, a smile appearing on her lips, reflecting his.

“You know, I’m really glad you’re here today.”

The girl nodded, chuckling at his words. “I’m glad to be here.”

Jasper’s smile widened and he stopped dancing completely for a moment, before leaning quickly toward her, trying to get their lips together, but his goggles hit the girl’s mask, causing her to grunt.

“God, I’m so sorry.” he said in embarrassment. “I shouldn’t-”

“No, that’s ok.” she assured him, stopping to think about what had just happened. Or almost happened. (Y/N) felt her heart warm, she couldn’t deny that she had a crush on the Jordan boy for a while. And he, one of her closest friends, had tried to kiss her. He looked embarrassed, probably thinking he’d ruined things between them.

The girl felt confident, lifting Jasper’s goggles to his forehead and biting her lips before pressing hers against his. The boy seemed a little surprised at first, not expecting her to do this, but soon began to respond to the kiss excitedly, moving his lips against hers. (Y/N) felt her heart skip a beat, they were actually doing it.

A smile was also on Jasper’s face as they pulled away and he let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. He was about to say something when the music suddenly stopped, catching everyone’s attention.

“Solar flare alert. An x-class solar flare has begun on the starboard side of The Ark-”(Y/N) grunted when she heard those words, of course this had to happen at that moment.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you know the drill.” another voice sounded through the crowd of teenagers. “Masks off. I.D. Chips out.”

The girl took her I.D. from her pocket and removed the mask from her face, hearing a gasp at her side. Jasper looked at her wide-eyed as his mouth closed and opened, trying to say something, but the only thing that came out was a “(Y/N)?”. He looked surprised, why did he look so surprised? “I thought you were staying home today.”

Jasper looked surprised. He didn’t expect her to be there. He didn’t know she was there. He had kissed her, yes, but not thinking it was her. He didn’t want to kiss her, he wanted to kiss the unknown girl he’d met that night. But she knew who he was when she kissed him, and he knew it.

The girl felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Had she ruined their friendship? The only answer she could think of was yes as she saw Jasper’s cheeks turning red, he seemed to try to find something to say. Things wouldn’t be the same between them, she already knew.

(Y/N) felt the people around pushing her, trying to walk out of there. She took that cue and forced herself through the crowd, trying to walk as far as possible from the boy, hearing his voice calling for her.

From that day on she did her best to avoid Jasper, making sure she was late for classes so he couldn’t talk to her and ran out of the classroom as class was over. (Y/N) managed to avoid him even when he waited in front of where she lived.

She didn’t have to do this for long, however, shortly after she had received the news that he and Monty had been arrested. So when she was arrested and sent to Earth with the other delinquents, she wasn’t surprised to see him there. (Y/N) thought she would have to run away from him again, but he hadn’t tried to talk to her once, he just stared at her. Just like he was doing in that moment.

She didn’t exaclty have a place to go as she walked through the camp, and soon realized that if she didn’t decide to go somewhere soon, either she would have to turn around and go back to where she came from -as if she were walking in circles- or she would hit the wall. (Y/N) decided to go talk to the closest person she could find, as if it was what she meant all the time. As if fate was playing with her, she noticed right after touching the shoulder of the boy in front of her that he was Monty. Great.

He looked surprised, probably because she hadn’t talked to him since she’d stopped talking to his best friend. Monty gave a quick glance to Jasper, who should still be looking that way.

“Hey… (Y/N).” he shifted uncomfortably.

“Monty, hey.” she let out a humorless laugh, knowing what was probably waiting for her in the conversation. As if Monty thought the same thing, he went straight to the point.

“So, are we finally going to talk about that?”

“I don’t- I didn’t- I-” okay, maybe she wasn’t ready to talk about it.

The Green boy noticed her struggle, glancing at Jasper and taking the girl gently by her elbow, pulling her to a place where they wouldn’t be under Jasper’s supervision.

“It’s just so embarrassing.” (Y/N) murmured as they walked.

Monty let out a sigh. “I get it. Jasper gets it too, that’s why he’s been trying to talk to you since that night.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “For what? So that he could reject me in my face? No, thank you.”

“You’re really oblivious, aren’t you?” the boy asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Me? Oblivious? Come on Monty, what are you going to say? That he likes me?” she rolled her eyes, lowering her voice. “He kissed me without knowing who I was.”

“You know how Jasper is, (Y/N), he cares about anyone who cares about him.” he paused, looking around discreetly to see if Jasper could see them. "But he really cares a lot about you, more than he cares about anyone else.”

"He cares a lot about you.”

“It’s a different way of caring.” he gave her a pointed look, knowing she understood what he meant. “I’m sure if you hadn’t run away, he would have come all cheerful to tell me what had happened.” he took one last look at her before walking away. “You should talk to him.”

(Y/N) didn’t want his words to go through her head for the rest of the day, she didn’t want them to have affected her. But they did. The girl thought about the Jordan boy everytime she wasn’t busy with something. She should go talk to him. Monty said he wouldn’t turn her down, and even if he was lying, she was ready to hear whatever he was going to say.

And then she went to look for him when the sun began to set. (Y/N) felt her stomach flutter as she found him around the camp with Monty. The Green boy didn’t need any explanation, when he saw the girl approaching, he excuse himself and went elsewhere. (Y/N) took a deep breath, it’s now or never.

“Jasper?” she called him, making him freeze at the sound of her voice, it had been a long time since he’d heard that voice. He quietly turned to her.

A silence followed in the next few seconds –or even minutes-, neither knowing what to say. (Y/N) had only planned to go and talk to him, but she hadn’t thought about what to say; Jasper, who had been taken by surprise, didn’t want to say anything, afraid that it would make things worse with her.

“It’s been a while.” she muttered after a few more seconds, moving nervously.

“Yeah.” he muttered back. “I missed you.” he cleared his throat, embarrassed when his voice cracked, making the girl smile.

“I missed you too, just a little bit, though.” the playful tone in her voice was enough to make the boy smile back at her.

Jasper stared at her for a few seconds before speaking again. “Not that I’m complaining -because I’m totally not- but is there any reason you came to talk to me?”

(Y/N) bit her lower lip lightly, wondering if she should tell what she had heard and how it had affected her. “Monty told me.”

His brows furrowed, the smile still on his face. “He told you what?”

“Everything I needed to know.”

Those words appeared to have made him nervous, his smile fading and his eyes widening slightly with the realization that hit him. Jasper closed his eyes for a few seconds, a sigh leaving his mouth.

"Is it true, then? You like me?” the curiosity screaming inside her.

“Do I like you?” he chuckled. "You have no idea how in love I’m with you.” he gave her a small smile, clearly embarrassed. “I thought you’d never like me back, though. I still think so.” he mumbled lower that last part. "I thought maybe if I found someone else then I’d stop feeling what I feel.” Jasper finally met her gaze. "And then I find out that you were the other person I had met. I was nervous and I’m sorry if you thought I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted to and I would want it even more if I knew it was you.” his cheeks began to show signs of redness. "So yeah, I like you.” he lowered his gaze, his shoes becoming incredibly interesting at the moment.

So Monty was really telling the truth. (Y/N) didn’t know how to answer that, butterflies seemed to be in her stomach as she went over the fact that Jasper Jordan really liked her. She paused to think for a second if he had already shown signs of it before, but she couldn’t remember anything, maybe she really was too oblivious.

“I like you too.” she said quickly after realizing that she hadn’t spoken for quite a long time, taking a step toward him. Jasper’s eyes lifted to her, a soft smile on his face, he had waited to hear that words for a long time. “That day, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship… But I ended up ruining anyway after I started to avoid you.” the girl smiled a little, apologizing for that.

"Well… Now that we no longer have a friendship happening here, we could start something else.” a playful smile flashed across Jasper’s face, he also took a step toward her.

His smile reflected on her face as she took another step forward. "If you want something I think you’ll have to ask for it.”

“No problem.” one more step. “(Y/N), the grounders tried to take my heart, but they didn’t know it was already taken by y-”

“Wait.” she cut him off, frowning as she took another step. “Did they try to take your heart out?”

“Not really, I just needed something that sounded cliché to say.” his smile only widened at every step.

“Oh okay, go ahead.” she took the last step, now they were only a few inches apart.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)…” he paused dramatically, leaning his head a little toward her. “You would make me the happiest guy on Earth if you would agree to be my girlfriend.”

“Goggles…” she leaned toward him, too. “I think you’re a very happy guy, then.”

Jasper’s smile widened a little more before it disappeared from his lips as he broke the distance between their faces, kissing her lightly. (Y/N) put her hands on the Jordan boy’s shoulders, pressing her lips against his; Jasper placed his eager hands on her waist, caressing it as he moved his lips against hers. This time they both knew who they were kissing and being happy about it, so busy with what they were doing that they lost Monty doing a little victory dance.

Cupid Monty strikes again.


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When she installed herself on the flight deck, Joker only nodded and offered a brief grunt of greeting. If she hadn’t already known how distraught he was, that grunt would’ve been a dead giveaway. His hands flew over the haptic interface, adjusting their approach vector just enough—she hoped—to give them a moment of surprise. Kaidan sat at the station to Joker’s right, manning communications. For a moment, she saw the slightly-different cockpit of a different Normandy and half-expected the voice of a dead man to summon her over the comms.

Instead, Joker hissed an expletive that would have shocked even Jack and said, “We’ve got a situation.”

She leaned over his shoulder, scanning the stars. There. The ship was small against the vastness of space, looking like a toy discarded by a child when something newer and shinier came along.


She couldn’t think about children.


“Sorry, Shepard.” His hands were moving now, too. “No—there. It’s sending out an SOS. Turian frequency. Pretty weak.”

“Is it the Enixus?”

She already knew, though. Kaidan’s nod only confirmed what her gut was screaming.

They drew near enough to see the atmosphere venting into the dark from a gash in the ship’s starboard side.

“Life signs?”

“Too much interference.”

She remained locked in parade rest because what she really wanted to do was punch something. A wall. The piece of equipment whose news was always bad. “Of course.” When she had the urge for violence under control, she said, “Bring us in quiet, Joker. I’m going over.”

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103 years ago, The Empress of Ireland was sailing from Quebec City to Liverpool, when a thick fog rolled in. Another ship, the Storstad, was traveling a similar path and did not see the Empress in time. The ships struck each other, and the Empress started taking on water fast. Within 10 minutes, the whole ship lurched to her starboard side, allowing only 5 lifeboats to be launched, and within 15 minutes, the whole ship would be gone. Out of 1,477 passengers and crew, only 465 survived making it the largest Canadian marine peacetime disaster in history.