For those asking: the new Vicbert scene from the American edit of Victoria from the MasterpiecePBS Instagram. It’s actually an extended scene and starts up right after the “a love like ours can burn down a city” line.
Their Instagram has lots of interview clips with Jenna Coleman, Tom Hughes and Daisy Goodwin as well!
On 7 July 1941 a Wellington bomber of the Royal Air Force
was making for home after striking the
city of Münster, in the Rhineland, when it was caught by a Bf 110 night fighter. The resulting damage sustained caused a fuel leak from the starboard wing, beginning a fire at the rear of the
engine. The crew made a hole in the fuselage and attempted to douse the flames with extinguishers and coffee from their flasks to no effect. They were left with little option but to abandon the aircraft until a 22-year-old James Allen Ward, a sergeant pilot from New Zealand, volunteered for a last ditch effort to put out the fire. What ensued is simply incredible.
Ward climbed out of the astrodome in the roof of the fuselage - there for celestial navigation and labelled ‘1.’ in the second photograph - with a fire axe in hand. Once out of the aircraft, he put on a parachute and cutting holes in the fabric skin of the Wellington for purchase made his way down onto the wing and across to the burning engine, all while the aircraft was in flight at as best a reduced speed as could be managed. Nearly blown from the wing by the
slipstream from the propeller a few feet ahead, he managed to extinguish the fire and by removing fabric from the area later starved another fire from material to burn. With difficulty he made it safely back into the aircraft, which limped home and made a successful landing.
Ward won the Victoria Cross for his phenomenal efforts, a rare case of doing so and surviving. Sadly however, he was killed on 15 September the same year, still just 22. Piloting another Wellington, his aircraft was hit by flak over Hamburg, Germany; two of the five crew survived.
He is buried in the Commonwealth War Grave Cemetery in Hamburg.
When Jainan arrived on Iskat to represent his home planet in a diplomatic marriage to Imperial Prince Taam, he was naïve enough to hope the match would work. Taam knew better. Five years later, his confidence shattered, Jainan is released when Taam dies in an accident, only to be faced with another marriage to help salvage his treaty. Jainan understands how the real world works now; but Prince Kiem - the cheerful, scandal-prone darling of the Iskat celebrity magazines - keeps breaking all the rules he’s learned.
Looking for a long, m/m arranged marriage love story in which space princes awkwardly fail to communicate but help each other get over past trauma anyway? What a coincidence, I have one right here. Not looking for one? I have it here anyway! Please take it away, I need to stop tweaking it, I have to go outside at some point this year. Updates at least weekly, usually twice a week!
So I’m in Verona, and I just witnessed my best mate marry the love of her life, in the most stunning ceremony ever conducted. It was a true testament to the love she shares with her man.
I’ve been here for a few days now; and instead of getting emotionally wrecked over the wedding; of course I’m thinking about Robron. How they’ve been through so much together. All their ups and downs. The pure love and happiness. The intense heartbreaks. It was like they were destined to fall in with each other. Like star-crossed lovers. Like Romeo and Juliet….
And Honestly? I think I should just move to here. Since I finally found the inspiration to write. So here it is - The Robron Romeo and Juliet AU Fic no one asked for; but was begging to be written. (2k+ words)
Aronne stared out at the open sky, as he sat perched upon his balcony. The sun was about to set, eclipsing the entire city of Verona with it’s warm glow.
Verona. The beautiful place he got to call home. Everything about it was breathtaking. From the cobble-stoned pathways, to the bricked columns of the ancient buildings. Every morning he got to walk along the Ponte Aleardi, and admire the tranquility of the Adige River. He would then be greeted by the scintillating aroma of cappuccino wafting out from the local bars. Yes, Aronne Dingletti loved Verona with all his heart. It was one of the reasons he couldn’t imagine ever leaving the place.