urbanlivingspaces

[eoinmcgonigal]

disinformation campaign

[starchasersunseeker]

"You're just like the nazis if you ship jegulus / if you like Regulus / Barty / Evan / any character that was a death eater"

What the fuck is wrong with you all??? That's not a good take you think it is.

My great grandparents were literally in concentration camps. How dare you make such an awful comparison? Comparing FICTIONAL CHARACTERS to real life events is actually very sick of you. To call someone a nazi or nazi sympathizers just because they enjoy exploring FICTION makes you a very gross person.

I don't care if you think you're superior for liking a different ship or for hating certain characters. You are not. You're actually well bellow everyone else for making such horrible comparisons. You are playing limbo with the underground with how terrible you are.

[cloudyfacewithjam]

First look at SAS: Rogue Heroes Season 2 from BBC! (x)

[answermywearyquery]

happy pride! 🌈 | sas: rogue heroes edition (insp: ½ + ½)

[emma-ofnormandy]

#fact or fiction, you be the judge SAS: Rogue Heroes 1.06

[aotearoa20]

So I’m reading the SAS book, which is not my usual kinda book, but I watched the series based on it and it was brilliant so yeah. And I’m having a great time but it’s hilarious cause it’s a war book right? but so far and especially this chapter I’m on now is just written like: Lt Reg Seekings’ and his nemesis Johnny Cooper’s no good very bad couple of days (feat. The war on the N. African Front)

it’s starts off like - there were some conflicts among the soldiers in the SAS, like Jonny Cooper and Reg Seekings who were very different from each other and hated each other’s guts -

- it was called the so-and-so operation and they had to do this and that with this many explosives. The men were in good spirits all things considered - but those things you are considering are that they were at war and also in the desert - so no one was having a good time per se. Reg Seekings nearly threw hands with Johnny Cooper, who had told him to shut up about his stolen blanket

they were split into teams and told to attack so-and-so positions. Seekings was very unhappy with this arrangement as, like the plot of a y2k Disney channel movie, he’d been paired up with Cooper

riding a truck in the desert was not fun in in 1942 for many reasons such as no suspension, no roofs and of course your in the desert so it’s stupid hot. Also somewhere, out there, there are Nazis. Seekings and Cooper would have spent the entire trip to Sirte staring daggers into each other but they were intrupped by an Italian plane shooting at their truck

[sappsorrow]

Theo Barklem-Biggs & Jacob McCarthy as Reg Seekings & Johnny Cooper in SAS: Rogue Heroes season one

[bloomingbora]

boyfriends on their way to blow up some nasty ppl <3

[eoinmcgonigal]

disinformation campaign

[lengthy-artery]

sas rogue heroes + vintage pin badges

bonus

[cloudyfacewithjam]

Reg Seekings + mastering one skill

[answermywearyquery]

sas: rogue heroes | my fave boys (youtube link)

[dcyllom]

honestly connor swindells was a perfect casting choice for david stirling in sas rogue heroes, he really nailed the 'looking like he was going to burst into a tantrum any second look' the real guy had going on. unfortunately he was also far too sexy to play that amoral tory wanker

[emma-ofnormandy]

They can't take Stirling anywhere... SAS: Rogue Heroes 1.05

[snitling]

I know there's Seekings girls out there and I thought they'd like this

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Damage Gets Done - SAS: Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 11

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: When a figure from her past is badly wounded, Diana must put herself in danger to save him

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Blood, gore, graphic violence, death

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl @6thofapril1917 @dcyllom @footprintsinthesxnd @regseekings

A/N: me? posting diana again? more likely than you'd think

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Andrew let out another groan as the car sped over a pothole, clutching at the bloody hole in his abdomen as his expression contorted in agony. Diana's gaze darted wildly like cornered prey, from the wound to the world passing by outside to a panicked Johnny in the driver's seat, trying to focus as Reg barked at him to keep driving. Her hands were entirely red, not a glimpse of flesh still visible, leaving bloody streaks in Schulz's blonde hair as her fingertips combed through it in a vain effort to soothe him.

"What the fuck are we doing here?!" She yelled, unable to fight the hint of terror that laced her voice.

"We're gonna drive to the next town and look for a doctor," Reg declared, struggling to decipher the crumpled old map he'd found in the glove box.

"Flimsy fucking plan - what if we don't find one? We just waste time until he dies?!"

"If we keep going for much longer he's dead anyway!" He barked, turning in his seat to glare back at her. For the briefest of moments, she saw that rage everyone always talked about - that violence that gave Reg Seekings his reputation, the aggression he'd never once thrown her way. She'd watched him gun down countless men - hell, she'd helped him do it. But he'd never snapped at her before. In its own way, it was somehow worse.

She shrank back into her seat like a scolded child, and for a moment he was stuck still, teeth bared in a snarl. Something flickered in Reg's eyes, as if he'd suddenly realised who he was talking to, and his expression fell. "Diana, I-"

"Save it. Find a fucking doctor."

Reg turned reluctantly, brow furrowed as he stared back down at the map, occasionally muttering directions to Johnny. Sat across from her, Andrew's legs crumpled uncomfortably across his lap, Kershaw stared, his gaze burning a hole into the side of Diana's head. She glared back for a second before her attention was ripped away by another agonised groan. Tilting her head up towards the roof of the car, she fought to blink away hot tears before they could spill. Even now, there was a part of her that was desperate not to cry in front of these men.

The breaks screeched as they sped into the next town, rolling to a sudden halt, and for a moment she could breathe again. Sliding Andrew off of her as gently as she could, Diana scrambled out of the car, wasting no time worrying about her bloodied appearance as she began to move. "Johny, keep the car running. Dave... just keep him alive as long as you can," she uttered. Reg was already climbing out as they headed further into the town, the stink of metal stinging her nostrils.

"We'll split up," He nodded firmly. "Find someone fast, bring them back here."

"If you need to leave without me, just do it. Don't wait."

She could tell he wanted to object, but she didn't intend to give him the chance. Veering down the first side street she passed, Diana picked up the pace, breaking into a steady jog, the sweat on her palms turning dried blood back to liquid again.

It was quiet here - too quiet. If she hadn't been so distracted it would've raised alarm, but all she could think was how greatly the sparsity lowered her chances of finding someone - anyone - who could help. She emerged onto another main road, the street sloping upwards slightly towards a huge house. In Cairo, it would've blended in seamlessly, but here it stuck out like a sore thumb, rising above every other building that surrounded it.

It reminded her of the military hospital back home.

If she'd been thinking straight, she would've steered clear of the place.

But Diana's mind had never been hazier. She sped up once more, beginning to run as she scaled the slope, never pausing to catch her breath as she reached the building.

Her fist came down against the door in rapid succession, the quick thud thud thud echoing out through the inside. But there was no time to wait, and when no immediate response came, she moved further around the place, searching desperately for any other possible means of entrance.

Halfway along the side wall was an opening - a long, narrow walkway extending straight from the alley to the central courtyard, and from here, she could see the palm trees inside, the fountain bubbling away. Diana tugged at the wrought iron gate, the hinges shrieking as it came open without resistance. She was staring a beast in the mouth. It was stupid. In the coming days, she would curse herself for this stupidity - curse her wretched mind for not warning her before it was too late.

But Diana could not have known what was to come. She slipped inside without a second thought, footsteps echoing against the tiled ground as she emerged into the courtyard.

Whitewashed walls rose high on all sides, the sun reflecting blindingly bright. A washing line extended across the yard suspended from opposite balconies up on the second floor, khaki shirts wafting gently in the breeze. Soldiers' uniforms. She grinned.

"Hello?! Anyone?!" Diana yelled, nothing but silence echoing back towards her. "Hello?!"

A door opened across the yard. She couldn't stop from smiling, a breath of relief escaping her. But then the figure stepped into the light. He was huge - bigger than any of the men in L Detachment, easily comparable to the brutes her father used to bring in for practice. Except there was no one to pay this man - no one to chastise him for hurting her. And above the breast pocket of his shirt, she spied the all-too-familiar eagle emblem that decorated the uniforms of the German army.

Sparing a second glance up at the washing line, she found every one of the shirts was the same. How had she been so blind?

Diana's hand reached for her belt, the blood draining from her face as she came up empty.

Where the fuck was her gun.

"Well," The soldier spoke, a relaxed edge to his voice that only succeeded in scaring her further. "Looks like we've gotten into some trouble, eh?"

She was still covered in blood, shirt still sticking to her skin in the places where it had become too thoroughly saturated to dry, even out in the desert air. She looked like hell. She looked like she'd just murdered several men with her bare hands. But if the English on her tongue hadn't been enough to betray her, the fear in her eyes certainly was.

There was no time to think. As soon as the pieces had fallen together, Diana turned on her heel, making a dash back the way she had come.

A hand seized her hair, a yelp escaping her as she was yanked backwards. She'd never expected a man of his size to be so fast. It became suddenly apparent that she was hopelessly, embarrassingly outmatched.

No one had prepared her for this.

How couldn't they have? How could her father have been so goddamn fucking stupid?

He'd trained her to fight in the comfort of her own home. Taught her using hired men, men who would only get paid at the end of the day if they drilled her in precisely the right way. All her life, without even realising it, there had been a subtle confidence in the back of Diana's mind, secure in the knowledge that - whilst these men might bruise her, scold her, humiliate her - they could never truly damage her.

That confidence was gone.

She lost her footing as he dragged her, just long enough to tumble onto her back, hitting the stone tiles with a pained groan and momentarily knocking the wind from her lungs. Gasping for a breath, Diana rolled onto her knees, narrowly dodging the first blow as a hard kick brushed past her. She lunged head first, seizing him around the middle without just enough momentum to send them both tumbling into the fountain pool, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she was momentarily submerged, scrambling to distance herself as quickly as possible.

But the fall scarcely seemed to slow the soldier down, and as Diana clambered out of the water, a sudden strike to the face caught her off-guard, eyes filling with tears the moment his fist collided with her nose. She stumbled back, but the blow had left her shell-shocked, unable to force her body to move in time before a second punch came. Then a third - knocking her this way and that until her head was spinning, her vision blurred.

How could he? How could her father have wasted her life with training so useless? How could he have deemed her ready, and sent her out into the world, only for her to crumble so fast?

He had her by the hair again. By now, she was too dazed to follow his movements, and barely had time to swallow a gulp of air before her head was forced under the water again, his fist holding her down as his other hand pinned one of her arms against her back.

Diana was panicking now, the water filling her nostrils and stinging her throat as she kicked out blindly with her legs. He pushed his body forward, knees pinning her against the side of the pool. She couldn't move.

I'm going to die here. And for what?

She opened her eyes, water pricking at her corneas, her body screaming at her to close them again. But she refused. The water was clean, clear enough to see through to the bottom, to the pipe running into the base of the fountain, pumping it with water to keep it going.

Diana blinked, squeezing her eyes shut for a second before taking another look. Yes, there it was. Every now and then, a cluster of air bubbles would rise from one of the joints, rising to burst on the surface. There was a gap - somewhere down there, the pipe had come loose.

She could feel that she was running out of time. But he had only enough hands to hold down one of hers. She reached out, desperately grasping for the pipe, pulling as hard as she could. The soldier noticed, distracted as he let go of her first hand to bend down and reach for the other.

Feeling her other hand suddenly come free, Diana groped blindly behind her until she felt skin, digging her nails in as hard as they would gold go, gouging into the flesh of his face.

He let out a cry of pain, stumbling as he raised both hands to cover his injury. She may have only had a second of freedom, but it was enough. Frantically raising her head above the surface, Diana took a hard gulp of air, so swift that it seared her throat, giving the pipe one last, fierce tug with both hands. She felt the metal give way, and suddenly the fountain's peaceful bubbling stopped, a jet of water spraying out at an awkward angle as droplets evaporated into mist in the African heat.

Before the soldier had a chance to seize her again, she had taken a swing. The pipe was heavier than she'd thought, hitting the side of his head with a loud, hollow pang. He was on the ground, still conscious, but barely. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins harder than it ever had before, blood thumping in her ears, blocking out anything but the sound of her own rapid heartbeat. She couldn't think.

And when the man moved, she hit him again.

Something in his skull cracked. He wouldn't move again.

But in the moment, this didn't seem to matter. Diana brought the pipe down against his head once, twice more, until he was just as covered in blood as she was, a ragged cry tearing itself from her chest.

"Fuck!" She sobbed, collapsing backwards onto the ground. Anyone could've found her here. Hell, Andrew could already be dead by now. But she couldn't force herself to move.

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The room was spinning - the fountain, now broken beyond repair, spilling out a pool of water that edged slowly closer and closer. There was blood on her hand - on her chest, on her face, the taste of it reaching her tongue. One of her eyes was swelling shut, but even as her vision blurred, she could not tear it from the body at her feet - sprawled across the tiles, lying on his face as she sat silently beside him, leaning back on her elbows, the metal pipe in her hand leaving her palm cold and numb.

Footsteps echoed off the walls, approaching from the corridor behind her, speeding up from a stroll to a run, getting louder and louder with each passing second. But the sound scarcely reached her, the thrumming of her heartbeat the only thing that felt real. Solid. The only thing she could truly focus on.

The footsteps reached her, and she grew aware of a figure standing beside her, pausing a moment to take in the chaos.

"... Fuckin' hell."

She felt a gentle hand take her wrist, softly prying the pipe from her grip, letting it roll away across the tiles with a metallic clatter. The figure reached around beneath her arms, hands meeting across her chest as she was unceremoniously pulled up to stand, her feet feeling awkward and weak beneath her. Diana opened her mouth, heaving a few breaths before she could speak, a droplet of blood rolling out over her lip.

"... Reg?" She whispered.

"Shhh. It's okay. You're okay. I got you."

I got you.

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Diana could feel sweat beading against her skin as she slowly regained consciousness, peeling open one eye, the other too swollen to go all the way. The tent walls rippled in the soft desert breeze, sand blowing in under the doorway. She took a deep breath, fighting against the headache that drummed behind her eyes as she pushed herself up on her elbows to half-sit, throat like sandpaper when she swallowed.

The tent flap was pulled back, and David Stirling crept quietly inside, brow furrowed, canister clutched tightly. His gaze flickered over her, doing a double take as he realised she was awake. "Jesus Christ," He sighed, lowering himself into the chair beside her cot. "Don't do that again."

"...How long have I been out?" She croaked. He held out the canister, and she snatched it from his hand, upturning the water to let it flow down her throat, an instant balm to her pain.

"You've been in and out for two days, but I doubt you'd remember anything. The 'in's never lasted long."

Diana nodded, another jolt of pain hitting her head as she moved it, dabbing a droplet of water from her chin.

"Do you know where we are?" David asked.

She coughed weakly. "Unfortunately."

A smile curled his lip. "She's back."

Easing herself down, she let her head sink back into the pillow.

"... Andrew?"

"Alive. Miraculously. As are you, somehow - you managed to wander into a German barracks, you bloody idiot."

"God," Diana groaned, lifting a hand to cover her face in embarrassment, flinching slightly as it skimmed across the bruised skin. "Please don't tell the others, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Oh, they already know," He nodded, interrupting before she could groan again. "They're rather impressed you made it out at all, actually."

"Bet they are," She sighed.

Letting out a grunt, David pushed himself back up to stand, heading towards the entrance. "I'll let the others know you're awake. You should get up - it'll do you good to go for a wander. I dragged Gamal up here and he figures your brain's probably still intact," They both chuckled somewhat bitterly at this, and he paused just as he was about to leave. "Oh, and - you might want to avoid looking in a mirror for the next few days. Sight for sore eyes."

"Oh, fuck off," Diana scoffed, tossing the now-empty canister after him as he went.

Alone once more, she sat up on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest as she took a deep breath.

Something was different now.

Something had shifted.

Deep down, she wasn't sure she could pinpoint precisely what it was - what was gone, what had arrived that wasn't there before.

But a part of Diana Fayed had drowned in that fountain.

That much was certain.