white ensign


Three Eli’s…LMAO :D! I just can’t get enough of this boy ;v; <33!

Top: Eli with a cowboy hat…🤠 

Bottom Left: Ensign Eli Vanto (The way i see him…with tame hair when he’s with the empire)

Bottom Right: Eli Vanto from The Welcome Wagon by @white-rainbowff

I like to believe Eli has a beauty mark on the top his lip and one by his eye.

After more than seven decades, the Royal Navy’s standard ‘flies’ once more on the Mighty Hood.

Two thousand eight hundred and forty-eight metres – 9,330ft, or a mile and three quarters – below the surface of the Denmark Strait, the White Ensign has been placed on the remains of the battle-cruiser.

It took the robot submarine which ‘hoisted’ the flag more than two and a half hours to reach the warship’s wreck, the last resting place of 1,415 men killed when the Hood blew up in battle with Hitler’s flagship Bismarck in May 1941.

The ensign was placed close to the shattered bow of the Hood, which was the pride of the Navy and nation between the two world wars.

The ‘raising’ of the Navy’s standard on the wreck formed part of a three-pronged mission led by Microsoft founder and philanthropist Paul G Allen with deep-sea exploration experts Blue Water Recoveries – who found the Hood back in 2001.

Hood is an official war grave protected by the MOD, who gave special permission for Mr Allen to recover Hood’s bell so it can serve as a memorial to the ship’s crew in the Naval Museum in Portsmouth.

As part of the successful recovery of the bell, the underwater specialists promised to place a White Ensign and, if possible, clean a memorial plaque placed on a previous expedition.

The submersible was in the process of moving the plaque so it could be smartened up when bad weather on the surface forced the team to abandon the operation and bring the mini-sub back up.

Picture courtesy of Paul G Allen

USS Augusta (CA-31), British White Ensign and the U.S. Flag flying from the ship’s mainmast, while King George VI was visiting President Harry S. Truman on board the ship at Plymouth, England, 2 August 1945. President Truman was then en route home from the Potsdam Conference. View looks aft from the forward superstructure, showing the cruiser’s aircraft crane, mainmast, searchlights and after smokestack.

Britain Declares War on Germany

4 August 1914

Britain made its formal declaration of war against Germany on this day in British history, 4 August 1914. After Germany’s invasion of Belgium, British PM Herbert Asquith had given an ultimatum that Germany withdraw by midnight of 3 August. A large part of this defence of Belgium stemmed from the 1839 Treaty of London, but Asquith still had the option of ignoring Germany’s advances on the continent. After the ultimatum expired and Germany remained in Belgium, Asquith declared that Britain was formally at war with Germany.

Sir Winston Churchill described the scene in London as the ultimatum expired and Britain entered into the Great War: “It was eleven o’clock at night – twelve by German time – when the ultimatum expired. The windows of the Admiralty were thrown wide open in the warm night air. Under the roof from which Nelson had received his orders were gathered a small group of admirals and captains and a cluster of clerks, pencils in hand, waiting. Along the Mall from the direction of the Palace the sound of an immense concourse singing ‘God save the King’ flouted in. On this deep wave there broke the chimes of Big Ben; and, as the first stroke of the hour boomed out, a rustle of movement swept across the room. The war telegram, which meant, “Commence hostilities against Germany”, was flashed to the ships and establishments under the White Ensign all over the world. I walked across the Horse Guards Parade to the Cabinet room and reported to the Prime Minister and the Ministers who were assembled there that the deed was done.”

December 26, 1915 - Battle of Lake Tanganyika Begins

Pictured - A German sailor loads the main gun on the Graf Goetzen.  The ship’s main guns were taken from the sunken SMS Königsberg, so were some of the sailors.

While the battle fleets of Great Britain and Germany rested in harbor, a battle raged in the lakes of Central Africa.  The Germans, despite their tenuous position in Africa, possessed Lake Tanganyika, the continent’s largest lake and the second largest freshwater lake in the world.  With three ships, the Germans controlled the lake on the border between German East Africa and the Belgian Congo, using their ships to raid across the border and prevent the Belgians from assembling their own ships. 

Two of the Kaiser’s ships were the 45-ton Kingani and the 60-ton Hedwig von Wissman, small steamboats turned into auxiliary warships.  Their sister ship the Graf Goetzen outweighed them both, though only a re-purposed cargo ship, dominated the lake with two large guns and five Hotchkiss light revolver cannons.  The Belgians were unable to assemble their own ships to stop the Germans, lest they be destroyed before they took to the water.

What the Germans had not accounted for was the expedition of Geoffrey Spicer-Simson.  An aging, eccentric lieutenant-commander, passed over for years, had been appointed to command two small motor launches brought overland from South Africa through thousands of miles of jungle.  Reaching the lake in October, Spicer-Simson launched his two boats, christened the Mimi and the Toutou.

The commander of the Kingani, Sub-Lieutenant Junge, was ordered to investigate the disappearance, days earlier, of his commanding officer, Job Rosenthal, who had  been apprehended by the British while spying on their preparations. Spicer-Simson, immersed in his morning prayers, spotted the enemy boat offshore at 6:00 AM on Boxing Day.  As of yet, Junge and all the other Germans were unaware of the Mimi and the Toutou, save Rosenthal. 

The Germans’ Iron Cross ensign flapped in the breeze as Kingani steamed forward, expertly stoked by Fundi, the African boy working the steamship’s engines.  A goat on deck, which had become a mascot of sorts, bleated happily.

Spicer-Simson ended his prayer, in front of his crew, when an African boy ran past with a message from Goor, the Belgian commandant.  Goor informed his British guest, but he hardly needed to do so: the British crew stood up in surprise as the Kingani appeared in the distance.  “Amen.” echoed the men impatiently, as Spicer-Simson, clad in skirt, excitedly shouted orders.  “Man the launches for immediate action!”

The British waited to launch their two boats til the Germans had passed.  Raising their white ensigns, they sped off in pursuit.  A crowd of Belgians and native tribesmen gathered onshore to watch the spectacle.  Over the goat’s bleats, Junge heard the sound of two more engines.  Turning around, he saw in horror two unknown boats speeding right at him.  “The English are here!” he shouted, panicking, into the engine room. Though the German screw steamer outsized Spicer-Simson’s little commands, they certainly outgunned it, loaded to the brim as they were with cannons and Maxim machine guns.  The stokers doubled their speed to outrun the British launches.

Spicer-Simson, standing gallantly upright in Mimi as his skirt blew over his knobbly knees, watched Junge panicking through his binoculars.  Suddenly, a shell from the German steamer splashed into the water beside him.  German sailors with rifles added to the din and the lead flying through the air. Spicer shouted at Waterhouse, the sailor manning the gun, but the Donegal crewman couldn’t understand a word, given Spicer’s habit of speaking with a cigarette-holder jammed between his teeth (a feature he must have imagined looked quite dashing).

Guessing what he had to do, Waterhouse fired a shell, missing as the boat rocked wildly.  A second round was better aimed, and soon flames were licking on board Kingani.  Junge lay dead next to the main gun, his leg entirely severed.  A third shell passed straight through the steamship; another two mangled German sailors fell dead.  One of the Germans pitifully waved a handkerchief in surrender.  Spicer’s boat slammed into the side at full speed. Getting up, laughing, he accepted the German ship’s surrender.

The British boats returned to shore with their prize (the Kingani would be renamed later by Spicer, typically, to the HMS Fifi).  Belgian officers onshore kissed and embraced the embarrassed British crews, while an askari band made a racket with trumpets and drums.  The band played that evening during a funeral for the dead Germans, their bodies wrapped head to toe in white canvas.  Fundi, who had survived, joined the British and stood to attention at the funeral of his former comrades.  Spicer read the sermon: “Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery.  He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower, he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay…”  Following the short ceremony, the British sailors enthusiastically set upon the Kingani to take personal souvenirs.  Spicer posted a guard on the German corpses that night, worried that might be eaten by the Belgian askaris, who, as he dramatically claimed, “still retain their anthropophagous habits.”

More MOTHERFUCKING SPACE DRAGON!jm cuz why not and it’s wicked fun to write for

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Jim being as charming and regal with visiting dignitaries as usual, except for the ones getting too close with Bones, and the doctor growling at him afterwards, Look, I know he was getting too flirty, but there was no reason to singe his eyebrows off. Jim apologizes to the offending man later on, making sure to end with his sweetest smile full of sharp, white teeth.

The ensigns catching their CMO arguing with the huge dragon, as he frowns and grouches, No, I will not ride you, and if you say ‘That’s not what you said last night’ one more time, I swear to god, I will get Sulu to run you over when you’re out there.

Bones finding a drawer in Jim’s room filled with jewelry and loose gems and precious metals and literally just shiny things including some of the nicer silverware that had disappeared a month ago. Along with that is one of the hypos that Bones had used on Jim that the doctor swore he had disposed of already.

Leonard once waking in Jim’s bed to find that very hoard surrounding him and Jim watching him bright eyed while Bones is less than pleased. When Jim’s eyes go slitted and teeth go sharp and he hisses, My treasure, Bones hypos him in the ass; Jim gets numb tail for three days.

Jim coming back from an adrenaline-filled and successful mission to crowd Bones against the wall in his office, with Bones needing to pull away to blow out smoke rings from his mouth as his boyfriend gets too excited.

The two getting stranded and lost on a freezing planet, with the crew finding the two taking shelter in a cave in the middle of a snowstorm. The doctor is injured and unconscious, but safe and warm with the gigantic golden dragon wrapped around him securely. Jim loses a few scales to the cold, and Bones both chides and thanks him afterwards.


And once, when they’re kissing and petting in the captain’s quarters after their shifts on Jim’s bed, and Bones pulls back with A little too much tongue, darlin’, I mean I’m into it, but I don’t need to choke, and Jim pulls back as well, gripping his wrists and hissing, eyes bright and slitted,

You’re mine, right? You’re mine, aren’t you, Bones?

And Bones can see the scales on his wrists and the fire in his eyes and he knows the dragon mind is taking over a bit so the doctor just pulls out of the grip (easily, of course, Jim always lets him go) and puts his hands on the captain’s face and smushes his cheeks saying, Again, Jim, I ain’t a thing to have, you get that right?

And Jim, face still smushed and looking abashed, nods, somewhat mournfully, and Bones sighs and pecks a kiss on his nose saying, But yes, I’m yours. And you’re mine, you got that?

And Jim just smiles like a damn sunrise, the dragon seeming to preen over the idea of Bones’ ownership of him, saying Yes, I’m yours, all yours, and he kisses him lightly on the lips, reveling in the words, And you’re mine.

Jim pulls back again to reveal still slitted eyes, now serious, nervous, as he almost fumbles reaching into his back pocket to reveal a small precious box filled with a small precious ring.

Bones’ eyes go huge, hand covering his mouth as his gaze races between the shining ring and Jim’s shining eyes, as the blonde says, Would you be mine…forever?

And Bones swears and then swears some more before grinning wide as he takes the ring and holds it up, eyes filled with mirth as he asks, Are you sure you’re willin’ to part with this, darlin’?

And the blue eyes linger on the ring, flashing bright at the shining silver, before he puts it in the palm of the doctor’s hand and closes it, holding his hand firmly as he says, You’re my greatest treasure.

And Bones huffs and laughs and says What’d I say about callin’ me- but Jim cuts him off with a kiss and Bones easily takes the distraction, only pulling away to say breathlessly, That was a 'yes’ by the way, and Jim can’t help but pull away and shoot a flame in delight at the ceiling and well, they didn’t like that light fixture much anyway.

And when the crew is next watching Jim fly around the Enterprise and they see the tiny golden ring fixed very carefully and securely on one of the front claws (which Jim is unsubtly showing off), they instantly look to McCoy to see its silver partner on his hand, and crowd him with congratulations and joy.