#V-Troops

[vintage-london-images]

With Trooping The Colour being tomorrow 15th June 2024, I thought this snippet may be interesting of the slow march past from 1933.

The Colour being Trooped is the King's Colour of No 7 Company 1st Battalion Coldstream Guards in front of his Majesty King George V.

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[camp-vamps-radio-b1tch]

Hello goof troop :3

This show is so silly eheheh

[headfullmanythots]

the way the rage and desperation sets in so quickly for the soldiers in the pacific is so interesting to me. barely 3/4 of the way into the first episode they’re already exhausted, dirty, and angry. it’s such a stark contrast to mota and bob, where we see more melancholy or determination. can’t help but wonder if the intense onset of rage is somewhat contributed to by racism that makes it easier to be so careless about human life if the enemy is considered so other?

but also, i think the contrast in the attitudes of the soldiers in the pacific vs bob/mota speaks to the differences between the european and pacific theatres of ww2. i’ve read that the two fronts were almost entirely different wars, and that soldiers returning from each front could hardly relate to each other in the aftermath

[une-sanz-pluis]

The virulence of the disease affected all levels of Henry's army, from the rank-and-file to its top commanders. Clarence himself fell ill and departed Harfleur sometime before 12 October, as he was in Calais on this date where he stayed only briefly to deliver the heavy artillery used during the siege. The speed of the duke's recovery on his return to England is difficult to gauge as the records are quiet about his activities. He appears to have swiftly resumed his seat at the Privy Council, but it is not clear whether he attended the Parliament that met at Westminster in November 1415, which began on 4 November, while Henry was overseas. By the summer of 1416, he was fit again and met Emperor Sigismund of the Holy Roman Empire at Dartmouth in June and was appointed Steward of England around the same time. The retinue that Clarence left behind in France numbered 742 of his original 980 men, six knights, 151 men-at-arms and 585 archers, according to the post-campaign account information we have...

Michael P. Warner, The Agincourt Campaign of 1415: The Retinues of the Dukes of Clarence and Gloucester (The Boydell Press 2021)

[the-thieves-gambit]

@clubsmarties

[alwaysbethewest]

Hi fellow Pedro Scout! Nice to meet you!

Here's your friendship bracelet, please forgive the poor craftsmanship, I have not earned my craftswoman badge... 😅

And what's your favorite kind of fic to read? And are you Team Clean-Shaven or Team Facial Hair*?

*...I mean for Pedge, of course... 🤣

Please, it’s beautiful 🥹 Hi!!! Thanks for the bracelet and the note.

I think I tend to stick to soft-sweet-sometimes smutty fics with a dash of light angst thrown in here and there, just enough to tug at your heartstrings. There are a few darker tropes I enjoy but I usually find those fics in other fandoms because it’s very character-specific for me I guess? With the Pedro boys (minus Dave) I like to see them being good kind men treating their lovers nicely 😌 (I say minus Dave bc he’s the one guy I would rather see written as fucked up instead of redeemed lol 😏)

The second question feels nearly impossible because his face is so good in every state of beardedness… but he’s had the beard for so long now that I do find myself kind of missing the cleanshaven or at least mustache-only look. I was wishing we would get more pics of his lil mustache face during the Eddington shoot recently!

[fideidefenswhore]

I'm very interested in Chapuys now. I've read some of his remarks, and I feel that he doesn't like Anne Boleyn and supports Mary and Kathleen (but because of what you wrote, it seems that he doesn't particularly support …). What kind of person is he? What's his remarks? Why is there such a move?

I don’t think he fully reckoned with the implication of what he was saying, by denigrating Henry’s own legitimacy.

The tl; dr of it all is he believed England would fall into irreparable heresy without the action of Charles V invading and deposing HVIII. He seemed to envision either Charles V just … taking England as one of his territories, either installing Mary as regent or, once the government was secured, the coronation of Mary as Queen in her own right, likely, along with a husband such as James V, any of Charles V’s relatives (I believe his brother Ferdinand was suggested at one point), Reginald Pole, etc. This was just one of the many justifications he presented to try to convince his master to do so.

He is a person that saves his own skin above all else. Once you scratch the surface of the White Knight narrative, this becomes clear. One example: he tries to plan an escape for Princess Mary from England. On the surface this seems noble, yes? Religious dissenters are being executed in England and Mary still hasn’t sworn to the Acts of Succession & Supremacy, so there’s an inherent risk in her staying. However… one immovable part of this plan is that Charles recalls him, first , that he himself is out of England when Mary escapes. Because, if she’s caught, he doesn’t want to be arrested himself for his part in the plan.

[kindahoping4forever]

Literally I CARE that you post :-) Sooooo many other people do too. And even though I'm sure you know and I'm sure others have said so already I want to make sure to share my experience with you. Because I don't really like social media, and I'm really bad at keeping up with things but when I want to now what is happening with the bad and what is going on with these four dudes that make me absurdly happy I come here. To you. To your content. And it makes my day. And I thank you for that. SO MUCH

Thank you both!! Kind hearts such as yours are the reason why I keep the anon option on my blog! 💙💙

[puzzlevision]

Inazuma Insanity's/Puzzlevision's fuckton list of Woke Headcanons™ [last update: November 17, 2024]

a remake of this and this because theyre shit and outdated except with less explanations to keep it short. you can ask me for pronoun headcanons because i didnt add them here, but just a reminder that i have less headcanons for that because i dont always headcanon pronouns

the list is long because it contains characters from different medias so i added a cut, proceed open the post wide if you want to see my Woke Headcanons™

seperate ii post: 1 (including mephone4) | 2 | 3

smg4

smg4 - trans man and bisexual [heavy preference on male] (smg3 gave him his bi awakening)

smg3 - panromantic bisexual

mario - italian

luigi - bisexual [heavy preference on male] (canon says it all)

meggy - hetero ally

slg4 - achillean bi gray aroace

minion - sapphic cupioromantic bisexual

fishy boopkins - no. unlabeled

bob - trans man (he has ovaries, now shut up 🤬)

tari - aroace

saiko - lesbian

melony - unlabeled sexuality (her love is only exclusive to axol)

yugioh gx

jaden - genderfaun and polyamorous chipmunk bi demian [heavy preference on male]

syrus - aroace (he has no chance on getting real bitches)

chazz - bisexual

alexis - bi gray aroace

zane - gay (pretending as a homophobe 🙂)

atticus - trans girl and pansexual

tyranno - hetero ally

jesse - achillean gay

blair - i dont know

yubel - androgyne

yugioh arc-v

yuya - transfem and sapphic bisexual

yuzu - polyamorous bisexual

gong - aromantic

yuri - unlabeled sexuality

serena - sapphic lesbian

riley - intersex

julia - lesbian

others

mint and zakuro (tokyo mew mew) - lesbians (4kids told me about this)

ranmaru kirino (inazuma eleven go) - transfem

riruru (doraemon: nobita and the steel troops) - sapphic *coughs* *coughs* unlabeled sexuality

tenma matsukaze (inazuma eleven go) - chipmunk bisexual

susan "mandark" astromonov (dexters laboratory) - trans man

akira kenjou (kirakira pretty cure a la mode) - butch lesbian

yukari kotozume (kirakira pretty cure a la mode) - sapphic bisexual

[ssunvulcan1981]

Goofy (GOD)

Benjamin "Bibi" Netanyahu (MAN)

[the-thieves-gambit]

@clubsmarties

[wysteir]

NTW-20 Aristocrat Experience - Girls' Frontline 1/6

[whovian223]

Highlights From the October GMT Games Update

Highlights From the October @gmtgames Update

What’s this, on the horizon? Is that a GMT Update post by Dave? Does Dave really like a bunch of GMT games but just has had nothing really to say about the updates since June? Does Dave really talk about himself in the third person? Is Dave really full of himself that much? Ahem… Anyway, yes, it’s time for another GMT Update post regarding the monthly GMT newsletter, since I actually have…

[fideidefenswhore]

Chapuys was full of news. The Emperor was stirring and the Pontiff was about the act. Her mother's case was settled; the validity of her marriage rite proclaimed. Once more, and for the last time, Henry would be summoned to dismiss his 'concubine'. An interdict was drawn. A holy war would be proclaimed, and every prince in Christendom would be required to execute this judgment of the Church. The Scots were arming in her cause, and James, her cousin, was proposing for her hand. Desmond was marching at the head of twenty thousand men. What wonder that the girl at Hatfield Lodge refused to hear the Queen?

History of Two Queens, William Hepworth Dixon

[rmsqueenmaryonthisday]

A Reason to Celebrate

From The Norwalk Hour of Norwalk, CT, on August 2, 1945: PFC LEONARD PALMER WAS ON QUEEN MARY ____ The verteran 87th Chemical Mortar Division, made up mostly of New England and Pennsylvania soldiers, was the first fighting unit off the Queen Mary today. Sgt. James O’Brien, of Waterbury, Conn., said that the men in the battalion were ready on their arrival to celebrate doubly–for their return…

[softspiderling]

and there you are on your knees | j.v

summary:

For a split second, your eyes met and it felt like he could see right through you. You tried not to flinch, keeping your head straight on and your gaze locked on him, hoping he would would avert his gaze. But he didn’t.

“Bent. Knees.”

Oh.

OR; Prince Jacaerys Velaryon arrives at the Twins to secure passing for the troops marching for his cause. He is successful in more ways than one.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: SMUT! 18+, MDNI, oral sex (male receiving), p in v, as usual, Jace has been aged up to 20!

word count: 1,8k

author’s note: remember when i posted that pic of jace like three weeks ago? i looked at it last week and went "what if...?👀" and this was born. idk😭😭 also am i crazy or hasnt anyone written anything about this scene before?? that’s illegal🙅🏻‍♀️ anyways tagging my hotd bestie @eldrith ily thanks for letting me yap your ear off, happy reading y’all🫶🏼

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You had heard rumours about the first son of Queen Rhaenyra; every lady that had met him sighed over his luscious dark brown locks or the handsomeness of his face that seemed to be carved out of the most expensive stone in the whole realm. Still, you were quite taken aback by how beautiful he really was when he crossed the bridge of the Twins, his dragon waiting for him in the greens just by the tower.

He truly knew how to make a first impression last.

“Lady Frey, Lord Frey,” Prince Jacaerys said, nodding to the sitting pair, hand on the hilt of his sword. His eyes flickered to you for a second.

“Lady…?”

“Frey, my Prince.”

Prince Jacaerys raised a surprise eyebrow but let it go uncommented, only eyeing you up and down very briefly before taking his sword off as he sat down.

Lady Frey poured him wine and without much preamble, they begun their talks of trades. You kept yourself mostly to the back, fulfilling your role as a ward, ever present but never putting your nose in affairs you had no business in. You tried to listen, the Prince seemingly asking for passing for troops coming in from the North, which Lady and Lord Frey agreed to after some negotiations; but you tried to use the advantage of being ignored to take in the Prince. He was young still, but he carried himself with a certain aura of power and confidence, which was a given; he was the Crown Prince of the Seven Realms after all.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted and you quickly put your very inappropriate thoughts about the Crown Prince away, trying to pay atention once more.

“You want Harrenhal.”

Lord and Lady Frey glanced at each other in silent conversation, while the Prince finished his drink, standing to hold his cup out for Lady Frey to refill.

“For that, my mother will want more than your crossing,” Prince Jacaerys said easily, his chin held high.

“What does her Grace desire?”

Prince Jacaerys discarded his cup on the table, leaning both his hands on it, towering over Lord and Lady Frey. For a split second, your eyes met and it felt like he could see right through you. You tried not to flinch, keeping your head straight on and your gaze locked on him, hoping he would avert his gaze. But he didn’t.

“Bent. Knees.”

Oh.

The sounds coming out of your mouth were scandalous and really downright filthy as the prince kept thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth, one hand fisted around your hair, the other holding onto his tunic, so he had an unobstructed view of you.

When Prince Jacaerys had asked you to show him the privy before he left, you had not expected him to back you into a secluded corner of the hallway, his lips upon yours and you felt like you were in a dream.

You were on your knees, your pretty dress flared out on the dirty floor, the hard stones digging into your shins, likely leaving bruises, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“If I had known the Freys had such a pretty little thing for a ward, I would have come sooner,” Prince Jacaerys grunted, making you whine softly. He tightened his hold on your hair a little, snapping his hips up and tears sprang into your eyes as you nearly choked at the sheer size of him. Your hands grabbed at his waist to steady yourself, as he fucked his cock into your mouth, before he pulled out with a groan.

“Fuck, you nearly made me release,” Prince Jacaerys muttered, swiping his thumb over your lower lip. “But I am not quite done with you yet.”

He grabbed you by the arm, helping you stand, pressing his lips against yours, inarguably tasting himself on you, but Prince Jacaerys didn’t seem to mind. You pulled away from the kiss, your chest still heaving and your cheeks red. All of this was new to you, and you were embarrassed that you had to catch your breath.

Prince Jacaerys looked down on you with a smirk, brushing the sweaty hair off of your forehead.

“Turn around,” he said, turning you by the shoulder to press you up against the cold stone of the wall. “Have you ever laid with another man?”

“No,” you answered with a shake of your head, your cheeks turning a deeper red, nervous and excited at the same time, at the prospect of a man taking your maidenhood, the crown prince of the Iron Throne nonetheless.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you repeated, voice breathless. "Please, I want this."

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he whispered into your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, making you shiver.

Slotting himself against your back, Prince Jacaerys lifted the skirt of your dress to reach between your legs, his fingers rubbing over your pearl, your hips bucking in surprise as you moaned out.

“Patience, my sweets,” Prince Jacaerys rumbled, trapping your skirt under his arm, which he snuck around your waist. His fingers circled into your folds, gathering your wetness before he dipped one finger into your cunt.

“Oh Gods help me,” you moaned, writhing in his arm and Prince Jacaerys only chuckled.

“No Gods here, only me.”

He pumped his finger in and out of your cunt, until your walls acclimated to the intrusion and he added another finger, making you roll your eyes to the back. Never before have you felt such pleasure down there, you weren’t sure if you could go back to not knowing how it felt.

“Just… One more,” Prince Jacaerys mumbled, adding a third finger and you felt incredibly full, like you were split open, but in a good way? The pads of his fingers kept brushing against the spongy part inside of you, which made you curl your toes in your shoes. You leaned your forehead against the cold stone, feeling a growing sensation in your lower stomach.

“I think… I think I might..” you groaned, your lips parted.

“What?” Prince Jacaerys said, his breath hot on your ear as he kept fucking you with his fingers. “Are you going to come, Lady Frey?”

“Y-yes, my Prince.”

“Call me by my given name and I’ll let you.”

He pressed onto your pearl with his thumb and you swore you saw black for second before you came, a moan of his name on your tongue.

“Incredible,” he whispered, pulling his hand away to tug on his cock that had been rutting against your backside, leaving a smear of his precum on your skin.

“This might be uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

You weren’t quite sure what Prince Jacaerys was talking about when you felt the head of his cock breaching your cunt and you let out a small gasp.

It hurt at first, and you let out a small breath as he kept pushing his cock in - Gods, did it ever end?

“Gods you’re tight,” Prince Jacaerys groaned, his hands gripping your waist when he was fully sheathed inside of you. You only whimpered in reply - how would you previously think you were full when he had three fingers inside of you? This was no comparison.

You let out a laboured breath, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down your temple and you shifted on your feet, letting out a surprised moan when it caused delicious friction of the Prince’s cock inside your cunt.

“Ah, you’re feeling it, don’t you,” Prince Jacaerys whispered lowly in your ear, bringing your hair to the side, so he could place wet kisses upon your back. “The pleasure coursing through you, like you have never felt before?”

Just as the words left his mouth, he started to thrust his cock into you with no abandon. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the hallway, coupled with his grunts and your moans, it was a miracle no one stumbled upon you, but even if they did, you didn’t know if you’d care enough to stop.

Your blunt nails scraped against the walls, as the Prince’s cock kept going in and out, you were starting to see walls. It wasn’t long before you could feel the warm sensation in your lower stomach forming again, this time so much more intense.

“P-please,” you whimpered, your whole body feeling like it was burning.

“Lo ao’re beri nyke jāhor mazverdagon ao ñuhon,” Prince Jacaerys whispered into your hair as his cock drove into you.

You were too fucked out to realize you didn’t understand him, and definitely too fucked out to ask what he had just said to you, clinging to the wall for any semblance of support as your body shook with every thrust.

“I’m almost there,” Prince Jacaerys grunted, his hand finding your pearl again as he slowed his thrusts, instead thrusting harder, finger pressing down on your pearl. “Will you finish for me, my sweets?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.”

The Prince only chuckled, not once pausing his movement but accelerating the circles he was drawing on your pearl, until you finally broke, a wave of pleasure washing over you so powerful it knocked you over.

“Gods, Jacaerys!” you moaned, your cunt pulsating in its wake, your eyes fluttering shut, leaning against the wall.

You were only standing because the Prince kept a steady grip on you, his cock still fucking into your wet, soppy cunt. His thrust stuttered before he gave one last, thrust, shooting his warm seed right into your hole, your cunt milking him for everything he was worth, the seed escaping from the sides, dripping down your legs as he pulled out.

With one hand, Prince Jacaerys tucked his cock back into his pants and letting your dress fall back down, his other hand holding you upright, your knees still weak.

“Can you stand?”

“I think?”

His hand was firm but gentle as he turned you around, a smirk on his lips as you looked up at him through your lashes, completely ruined. Again, he pushed the hair out of your face, almost lovingly, as if he didn’t just shoot his seed into your cunt, his seed that you could still feel trickling down your leg, beneath your dress.

“Maybe I will be back,” Prince Jacaerys said, wiping his thumb over you mouth. “Make sure you really are staying loyal to the rightful heir of the Iron Throne.”

You chuckled breathlessly, looking up at him. “House Frey would welcome you with open arms.”

The corner of his mouth ticked up, slowly released your waist, before he leaned down to kiss you deeply. You sighed softly against his lips, but the kiss was over sooner than you had wished, your mouth chasing his.

“Be good, make sure your guardians keep their words or I will come for their heads.”

With those words, Prince Jacaerys left you in the dark hallway, still catching your breath. This was not how you had envisioned the Crown Prince’s visit to go.

But who were you to complain if he was so generous?

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Lo ao’re beri nyke jāhor mazverdagon ao ñuhon = if you’re lucky i might make you mine

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author’s note: thoughts?👀