#the battle of Dunbar

[cromwellrex2]

The Third Civil War, August-September 1650: ‘all in disorder and running, both right wing and left.’

Dunbar: Cromwell’s Greatest Triumph

Highlander Pikemen at Dunbar by Graham Turner. Source: Warfare History Network website

WITH HIS unseemly betrayal of Montrose and, in effect the cause of High Church Scottish Royalism, Charles had given himself little choice but to accept wholeheartedly the requirements of the Scottish Committee of Estates and to relinquish Anglicanism. This conversion was not a happy one: Charles departed the Netherlands on 2nd June 1650, and when his ship was forced to dock in Helgoland, seeking refuge from Commonwealth naval pursuit, his accompanying Scottish commissioners required him to sign further binding conditions as sub clauses to the Treaty of Breda, confirming his adherence to Presbyterianism ‘in the presence of Almighty God.’ Charles was now effectively a theological prisoner of the Kirk. When Charles landed in Scotland he was immediately subjected to a regime of Puritan religious indoctrination, in an attempt to purge the young man of what the Covenanters believed were his Popish inclinations, inherited from both his father and his mother. Whereas Argyll’s government were determined to use the influence of their reluctant convert King to justify its suppression of all opposition to Presbyterianism within Scotland, it was not at this stage seeking to extend its creed to England, despite the terms of Breda and the Solemn League and Covenant. The English Commonwealth however were not so sanguine. For the Independents of the Rump Parliament and the New Model Army, the combination of ideological Puritanism with a Presbyterian version of Royalism was a potentially deadly threat, with the risk that any number of dissenters in England could rally to this new challenge to the still barely legitimate Commonwealth. The English Council of State believed a fourth Covenanter invasion of England was inevitable and it determined that the New Model Army should pre-empt this by invading Scotland first.

The command of the expedition was awarded to Oliver Cromwell, but not before a sincere attempt by both the Council of State and Cromwell himself to persuade the old warhorse Sir Thomas Fairfax to do so. Fairfax however declined. He was a reluctant supporter of the Commonwealth, having opposed the execution of Charles I, and was also a sincere Presbyterian who was genuinely troubled by Parliament’s reneging on its commitment to the Solemn League and Covenant: he could see no justification for an invasion of Scotland. On 22nd June, Fairfax, probably the most successful and influential Parliamentary commander of the civil wars, called a permanent end to his military career. Perhaps typically of this general, characterised as he was by his loyalty, dignity and humanity, his departure was prompted by a point of principle. He retired to his estates in Yorkshire, never to return to the political or military fray, his reputation intact.

Cromwell, the champion of religious toleration and opponent of Presbyterian fanaticism, had no such qualms. Promoted to Lord General by the Council, he was provided with an army of 16,000 men, a third of which was cavalry. It was a strong force but as importantly was the calibre of the officers Cromwell had recruited to his staff: Charles Fleetwood, John Lambert, Thomas Pride and George Monck were some of the best military men in the New Model Army, battle-hardened by the fighting in the two previous civil wars and in Ireland. Cromwell still hoped a peace could be negotiated and, once he reached Berwick, called on the Scots to renounce any attempt to invade England. The Scots, with an English army at their gates, unsurprisingly refused. Cromwell crossed the Tweed and into Scotland on 22nd July.

The Committee of Estates put an army of 20,000 in the field under the command of the experienced and capable David Leslie, a veteran of Marston Moor and Philiphaugh. His defence of Edinburgh, organised in a fortified line between the capital and Leith, proved effective against an initial English assault and Cromwell broke off hostilities, but this apparent strength was deceptive. The effective civil war that had overthrown the Engagers following the battle of Preston had led to much purging of Scottish military forces by the Kirk party and the replacement of experienced men with godly and enthusiastic, but poorly trained, replacements. The contradictions of Covenanter policy were also underlined when a visit by Charles to Edinburgh was enthusiastically received by many of the soldiers led to a further purge of 4,000 of the troops, suspected of recidivist Royalism, organised by the radical Presbyterian ministers embedded in the Scottish army.

Nonetheless, Cromwell still found it difficult to bring the cautious Leslie to battle. After a number of inconclusive skirmishes, the general withdrew to Dunbar. His army was wracked with dysentery at this point and by the end of August, his force had been reduced to no more than 12,000 effective fighting men. It began to look as if the Commonwealth’s pre-emptive action may well fail. Leslie sensed weakness and therefore moved his much larger force out of Edinburgh and looked to a pitched battle to defeat decisively the English invasion. Leslie occupied a strong defensive position overlooking Cromwell’s troops on Doon Hill, but urged on by his officers and the Presbyterian ministers, convinced the English were fatally vulnerable, the Covenanter general ordered an advance. As the Scottish forces streamed down Doon Hill towards him, Cromwell allegedly murmured to his officers: ‘God is delivering them into our hands, they are coming down to us.’ However at a subsequent council of war on horseback, Cromwell’s officers recommended that battle be avoided: that the infantry and artillery should be evacuated by sea and the cavalry should force its way south and both should then regroup in England.

Cromwell was not happy to take this advice. He had noticed that as it formed into position, the Scottish right flank was over-extended. In discussion with Lambert, he decided to reorientate his own army by focusing its strength, both cavalry and infantry, on the Parliamentary left, thereby dispensing with the traditional formations of strong infantry flanked by cavalry. This manoeuvring took place under cover of a rainy night, unobserved by a soaked Scottish enemy, confident that victory was already theirs. At dawn on 3rd September, the Commonwealth left, supported by artillery who had also moved into position overnight, assaulted an unsuspecting Scottish right flank, led by Lambert’s cavalry. This caused disarray until Leslie reinforced his right with cavalry and pikemen. Monck’s infantry were hard pressed and began to retreat back across the Broxburn River. Cromwell decided to throw in his reserves not to reinforce Monck, but to attack the stretched Scottish left. This caused complete confusion as Cromwell’s personal mounted guard crashed through the Covenanter ranks. When the Scottish cavalry broke, the battle was essentially over. In the rout that followed some 3,000 Scots were killed where they stood or in flight and some 10,000 were eventually made prisoner, offered the choice of military service in the army of their enemies or enslavement in the Caribbean. Cromwell had won possibly the greatest military victory of his career: it is little surprise that the Lord General took his extraordinary reversal of fortune at Dunbar as a sign of divine providence.

The battle of Dunbar, although ultimately decisive, was not the end of this third British civil war. Although Cromwell occupied Edinburgh on 7th September, Leslie, whose offer of resignation was rejected by the Committee of Estates, regrouped his surviving forces, numbering approximately 4,000, and took up strong defensive positions at Stirling. Cromwell, meanwhile, master of much that he surveyed, determined to finish the menace of the Solemn League and Covenant once and for all, by negotiating an end to militant Presbyterianism in Scotland, thereby also ending Scotland’s attempt to restore Charles II to his throne and any further threat to the integrity of the English Commonwealth.

[haletostilinski]

Best Teen Wolf Ship: Round 4

[yesornopolls]

Without googling, can you name any single battle between 1618 and 1721?

[oracleact]

I can’t get over the ‘please stop’ button in the corner of the screen in day 4 of ybg (iykyk) because peter just genuinely does care about us so much. I see people often say that fan content is quite ooc since it’s rather soft all the time but peter is soft. in the very middle of his heart, he is truly soft.

it's always been said in canon that peter is huge on consent, especially in sexual situations, despite whatever else he gets up to - but I didn't expect the game to actually have a tap out in that way. it was comfortably in character, and wonderfully incorporated depending on what route you do take to get there. I love peter so much.

due to the game having a horror core of murder and pain in many forms, you do tend to forget sometimes that all peter wants is to take you away from any real life troubles and keep you to himself. he wants to treat you like royalty and have you safe in his arms and is prepared to do anything for that to happen. only then is blood spilled, you know? to me, that’s the perfect yandere.

[outcastpack]

That's haunting tune

The other Version

[lesbiradshaw]

every time theo ends up saving liam’s life it’s by pulling him to safety from behind… something to be said about liam silently trusting theo enough to give him his back (and theo’s unspoken willingness to have it even at the expense of his own safety).

[chicagotimesmagazine]

The Subjugation Of Caledonia: Longshanks And The Scottish Realm

By Chicago Times Magazine – August 2, 2024 The annals of history are replete with tales of conquest and dominion, yet few sagas are as fraught with complexity and consequence as the subjugation of Scotland by Edward I, a monarch often styled the ‘Hammer of the Scots’. To comprehend this epoch, one must delve into the intricate tapestry of Anglo-Scottish relations, a narrative marked by both…

[mod-a-day]

Tommy Dunbar, Dan Nicholson (Maelcum) "Human Victory Ditty" (MOD Arrangement) Star Control: Famous Battles of the Ur-Quan Conflict, Volume IV (1991, 1992) Toys for Bob

[communistkenobi]

Have you read/listened to An Indigenous People's History of the United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Oritz? It was a very sobering experience. Do you know of any other books about indigenous perspectives of history you found insightful? Thank you very much!

I have not! for whatever reason the primary type of indigenous scholarship I’ve read is about legal battles (I’m not going to school for law lol it just ended up that way). That’s probably not quite what you’re looking for, but i find legal scholarship personally very interesting as it tends to force you to engage with theories of the state and how colonial states construct the category of ‘indigenous’ for the purposes of domination through policy and law. It has helped demystify the state for me and make sense of how oppression works at the legislative and policy level.

So most recommendations I have will be articles, not books. A bunch of these are not open access, sorry! You might be able to find open-access links by copy+pasting the titles into Google Scholar, or through the Internet Archive, SciHub, etc, I know pdfs of some of them are floating around online

Yasuní ITT Initiative and the Reinventing Sovereignty over Natural Resources (2019) by Petra Gümplova - article about how an indigenous nation in Ecuador attempted to use state sovereignty to protect the environment through a process of the Ecuadorian state "giving up" its own rights to mine for oil

A geomorphic perspective on the rights of the river in Aotearoa New Zealand (2018) by Brierley et al - discusses the granting of legal personhood to the Whanganui River in 2017 and the conceptualization of who and what constitutes a "rights holder" within settler states

Coloniality and Modernity/Rationality (2007) by Aníbal Quijano - this is a theory paper but has some history in it. It offers a critique of the concept of rationality (an important logic for many modern states) through its genealogy as a colonial concept (it is NOT arguing that rationality itself is colonial, but rather the way we currently conceptualize rationality is through the construction of the irrational colonized other). I think this is the one I'm thinking about lol, Quijano has a bunch of papers with very similar titles so I get them mixed up sometimes

Who’s Sorry Now? Government Apologies, Truth Commissions, and Indigenous Self-Determination in Australia, Canada, Guatemala, and Peru (2008) by Corntassel & Holder - a critique of the use of truth commissions as a 'peaceful' legal tool of decolonization in settler states

[akirasstories]

all of my fics

teen wolf:

The Horros We Face Together (theoxliam) - 100k words

Hurt, Angst, Comfort, eventual Fluff, Slow Burn, TW: Torture, Blood, Death, Violence

Liam gets kidnapped by a new Evil in town. But can Theo save him? He needs to confront old demons and his worst fears to not only bring Liam back home but to let him heal.

Somewhere To Belong (theoxliam) - 70k

Fluff, Humour, Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt and Comfort

Theo hadn’t really expected to stay this long with Liam’s family. When he first moved into the Geyer-Dunbar household back in January, it was supposed to be a temporary arrangement—a stopgap while he figured out where to go next. But now, as September had rolled around, that “temporary” plan had quietly evolved into something more permanent. The guest room had become his room.

And Theo? Theo secretly loved it. Theo had always been good at taking what wasn’t his, and this? This was no different. He wanted this family. He wanted Liam.

Whispers in the Night (theoxliam) - 30k

Light Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Fluff, Slow Burn

Theo turns up one night, climbing through Liam's window. It's the start of a journey of late night whispers, shared beds and relationships that vanish in the daylight.

Fractured Trust (theoxliam) - 20k

Hurt, Comfort, Angst

Theo makes a mistake, Liam feels betrayed. How can they work together when the trust between them is broken - how could Liam forgive Theo?

A Place to Call Home (theoxliam) - 14k

Fluff

Liam finds out Theo is homeless - a trip to IKEA, the struggle of assembling furniture and decorating a new home lead to the discovery of some feelings between the two boys.

In Your Orbit (theoxliam) - 13k

Angst, Emotional Hurt, Comfort

Liam is like the sun. Everything in Theo’s world resolves around him. Without him, there is only darkness, coldness. But you can’t get too close to the sun. It will burn you. Theo knows that, but he has nothing left, so he will take anything he can get. Even if it means to get burned. Because once Liam is gone, there will be nothing left for Theo.

Always With You (theoxliam) - 11k

Domestic Fluff

Theo and Liam go to a local fair. Liam wants to spend as much time with his boyfriend as he can, before he leaves for college. Theo has a suprise for Liam. (+ E?extra chapter)

Touch-Starved (theoxliam) - 10k

Fluff, Humor, Slight Smut

Theo didn’t do "close." Not with anyone. But when Liam, with his annoying smiles and relentless optimism, started pushing his way into Theo's carefully guarded life, things got complicated. Now, after one too many touches that sent Theo’s mind spiraling, he's stuck figuring out why his body—and maybe his heart—seem determined to betray him whenever Liam's around.

Through the Window (theoxliam) - 9k

Fluff, Humor

After discovering that Theo has been living out of his truck, Liam makes it his mission to offer him a place to stay—without triggering Theo’s pride or making it seem like charity. This starts a journey of shared meals & beds and maybe more confusing feelings.

Observations of the Heart (theoxliam) - 7k

Fluff

Stiles Stilinski was always the one who noticed what others missed. But as he watched Theo and Liam grow closer in the quiet moments between pack nights and movie marathons, he saw something unexpected—a love that was subtle, fierce, and undeniably real.

A Diner Outside of Town (theoxliam) - 7k

Fluff

After the final battle in Beacon Hills, Theo and Liam find themselves struggling to navigate life outside the chaos of the supernatural world. Seeking refuge in a quiet diner on the edge of town, they slowly realize that their connection goes far beyond shared battles.

Kisses, Punches and Broken Noses (theoxliam) - 5k

Fluff, Humour

Liam has a problem. That problem concerns Theo Raeken. What is it? He can't seem to stop punching the guy and kissing him afterwards.

Never Been Kissed (theoxliam) - 5k

Fluff, Humour

During a pack movie night, Theo and Liam confront their feelings, leading to an unforgettable moment neither saw coming.

A Siren's Song (theoxliam) - 4k

Fluff, Humour

Theo and Liam fight a Siren. The Siren takes on Theo's form to seduce Liam. Theo wants to know why.

Fight, Flee... Flirt? (theoxliam) - 4k

Fluff, Humour

Human AU, where Liam goes to a horror escape room and accidentally punches one of the actors. Turns out Ghostface did not plan to murder Liam and is also very handsome (besides glarring daggers at Liam).

Shadows (theoxliam) - 4k

Angst, Hurt, Comfort, TW: Mention of Sucicide

Theo is scared and about to make a fatal decision. Liam comes to save him.

Camping Trip (theoxliam) - 4k

Fluff, Humour

The puppy pack goes camping. Chaos and Twilight references ensure.

Not Your Typical Booty Call (theoxliam) - 3,5k

Crack and Humor, Very Light Smut, Fluff

Theo hits Liam with a "u up" text and Liam is already out of the house before the "come over" reply comes through. Liam is expecting their usual heated, clawing hours spend together - but not this. A bloody, half-dead chimera on the kitchen floor.

Not the Big Needle (theoxliam) - 2,6k

Domestic Fluff, Humor, Collge Thiam

Pre-med studen Theo just wants to practice for his phlebotomy practical. Liam would like to keep his arm. Theo is exasperated. Liam is a good boyfriend.

Where We Stand (theoxliam) - 2,5k

Comfort, Light Angst

After the battle, Liam can’t stop the memories of the last few days from crashing in, and through it all, one person keeps surfacing—Theo, the one he can’t seem to escape. But what if he doesn’t want to?

Freckled Constellations (theoxliam) - 2k

Fluff, Humour

Theo and Liam get high together. Liam makes a (freckled) discovery.

Favorite Scent (theoxliam) - 2k

Fluff, Humour

Something had been bothering Theo lately, a strange, nagging feeling that crept up whenever he was around Liam. It was subtle, just under the surface, but every time he caught a whiff of Liam’s scent his heart would race, and his focus would go haywire.

The Great Spooning Debate (theoxliam) - 2k

Domestic Fluff, Humour

Liam wants to be little spoon. Theo wants to be little spoon. Theo also doesn't care that he has been little spoon four nights in a row.

The Great Snack Dispute (theoxliam) - 2k

Domestic Fluff, Humour

Theo and Liam go grocery shopping together. Theo tells Liam his choice of chips suck. Liam doesn't agree.

The Great Movie Debate (theoxliam) - 1,7k

Domestic Fluff, Humour

Liam just wants to watch a MCU movie with Theo. Theo wants to show off his pretentious taste. An argument ensues.

I Wish You Could Be Mine - 1,5k

Angst, Emotional Hurt

Theo wonders how to get over someone who was never yours to begin with.

Pumpkins, Left Turns and Everything in Between (theoxliam) - 1,4k

Domestic Fluff, Humour

Liam gets Theo to go pumpkin picking with him.

Stand in the Flames with Me (minor theoxliam) - 1,4k

Comfort

Theo can ignite Liam's anger but also tame it. It's a beautiful, dangerous dance.

#LacrosseBae (Taken, Cry About It) (theoxliam) - 1,4k

Domestic Fluff, Humour, Jealousy

Liam goes viral in a TikTok and gains some fans. Theo is not jealous. No. He just needs all to know that Liam is taken.

Between Wanting and Being - 1,3k

Angst, Emotional Hurt

Theo craves touch and affection.

The Anatomy of a Weapon - 1,3k

Angst, Emotional Hurt

Theo battles the ghosts of his past, the searing guilt of a stolen heart, and the crushing terror of failure—because even now, beyond the reach of the Dread Doctors, he’s still haunted by the lesson they carved into him.

Anything for You (minor theoxliam) - 1,3k

Yearning

Theo would do anything for Liam.

Stay with Me (theoxliam) - 1,3k

Comfort, Fluff

Theo was planning to leave. Liam begs him to stay.

Beautiful Fall (minor theoxliam) - 1,3k

Yearning

Theo reads about the myth of Icarus and can't help but see the similarities between him and Liam. Liam as the sun and himself as Icarus - destined to fall but trying to reach out anyway.

Drool and All (theoxliam) - 1,2k

Domestic Fluff, Humour

Liam invites Theo to a nap after work.

Terms of Endearment (theoxliam) - 1,2k

Domestic Fluff, Humour

Liam thinks it's time to figure out pet names for each other. Theo is not happy about it.

Number Nine (theoxliam) - 1k

Fluff, Humour

Liam thinks Theo's keychain is the same number as his lacrosse one.

[justforbooks]

Marianne Faithfull, singular icon of British pop, dies aged 78

Singer and actor overcame drug addiction and homelessness to collaborate with everyone from the Rolling Stones and Metallica to Jean-Luc Godard

Marianne Faithfull, whose six-decade career marked her out as one of the UK’s most versatile and characterful singer-songwriters, has died aged 78.

A spokesperson said: “It is with deep sadness that we announce the death of the singer, songwriter and actress Marianne Faithfull.

“Marianne passed away peacefully in London today, in the company of her loving family. She will be dearly missed.”

With a discography that spanned classic 60s pop tunes to the prowling synthpop of Broken English and onto collaborations with Nick Cave, Warren Ellis, Lou Reed and more, Faithfull was idolised by fans and fellow musicians alike, and was also celebrated across the worlds of fashion and film.

Mick Jagger, with whom she had a four-year relationship, said: “I am so saddened to hear of the death of Marianne Faithfull. She was so much part of my life for so long. She was a wonderful friend, a beautiful singer and a great actress. She will always be remembered.”

Born in 1946 in London, Faithfull was descended from Austrian nobility on her mother’s side – her great-great-uncle Leopold von Sacher-Masoch wrote the erotic novel Venus in Furs – but grew up in relatively ordinary surroundings in a terraced house in Reading.

After leaving for London in her teens, she met Rolling Stones manager Andrew Loog Oldham, who asked Mick Jagger and Keith Richards to write her 1964 debut single As Tears Go By, which hit the UK Top 10. She had three other Top 10 singles in 1965, all of which also reached the Top 40 in the US.

Faithfull also began acting at that time, appearing on stage in productions of Chekhov’s Three Sisters, alongside Glenda Jackson, and Hamlet, playing Ophelia with Anjelica Huston as her understudy and performing each night’s climactic “madness” scene, she later revealed, high on heroin.

On screen, she acted alongside Orson Welles, Oliver Reed, Alain Delon and Anna Karina, and played herself in Jean-Luc Godard’s 1966 film Made in the USA.

Her fame as an icon of “swinging London” was superseded, though, by the infamy that came from her relationship with the Rolling Stones. She had married the artist John Dunbar in 1965 and had a son, Nicholas, but soon left Dunbar for Mick Jagger.

She was often described as a muse for the band: she once told Jagger “wild horses couldn’t drag me away”, which became the chorus line to Wild Horses, and her drug struggles also proved inspirational for the songs Dear Doctor and You Can’t Always Get What You Want. She said: “I know they used me as a muse for those tough drug songs. I knew I was being used, but it was for a worthy cause.”

She co-wrote her song Sister Morphine, recorded with Jagger, Richards and Ry Cooder, and later recorded by the Rolling Stones for their album Sticky Fingers, but her writing credit was left off until she won a protracted legal battle.

Her addiction to cocaine and heroin worsened, and her reputation was damaged by being discovered naked, wrapped in a fur rug after having a shower, during a 1967 police search of Keith Richards’ house, alongside Richards, Jagger and six other men (described by one person as an innocent gathering “of pure domesticity”). “It destroyed me,” she later said. “To be a male drug addict and to act like that is always enhancing and glamorising. A woman in that situation becomes a slut and a bad mother.”

In 1970, Faithfull lost custody of her son, split with Jagger and became homeless, living on the streets of Soho in London as she tried to quit heroin. “I’d been living in a very fake sort of world in the 60s,” she said in 2016. “Suddenly, when I was living on the streets … I realised that human beings were really good. The Chinese restaurant let me wash my clothes there. The man who had the tea stall gave me cups of tea.” She slowly turned her life around, ending an almost decade-long spell away from music with the country album Dreamin’ My Dreams in 1976.

She cemented her comeback with one of her most acclaimed albums, 1979’s Grammy-nominated Broken English, embracing synthpop and postpunk with an affectingly raw, deepened voice. She quit drugs for good in 1985, and regularly released music throughout the rest of her career. Her collaborators over the years included Nick Cave, Damon Albarn, Emmylou Harris, Beck and Metallica. She released 21 studio albums.

Faithfull married and divorced two additional times, to Ben Brierly of punk band the Vibrators, and the actor Giorgio Della Terza. “I’ve had a wonderful life with all my lovers, and husbands,” she said in 2011, excepting Della Terza: “He was American, and he was a nightmare.”

There were other acting roles, too, notably playing God in two episodes of the sitcom Absolutely Fabulous; the devil in a 2004 production of The Black Rider, a musical by Tom Waits and William Burroughs; and Empress Maria Theresa in Sofia Coppola’s film Marie Antoinette.

In her later years she lived in Paris, and reacted to the 2015 terror attack at the city’s Bataclan concert venue, in which 90 people were killed, with a song called They Come at Night written on the day of the attacks.

Faithfull had numerous health issues. In 2007, she announced she had the liver illness hepatitis C, having been diagnosed 12 years previously. She had successful surgery following a breast cancer diagnosis in 2006, and weathered numerous joint ailments in her later years, including arthritis. In the early 1970s, she also suffered from anorexia during her heroin addiction. In 2020, she contracted Covid-19 and was hospitalised for 22 days.

She is survived by her son, Nicholas Dunbar.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[wormwoodandhoney]

DND song aesthetics: Backseat Girl - Isaac Dunbar, from @whispy-witch's #42

You say, "You can't be right all the time Out with the old, in with the new" Lately, I wonder why I go back to you

Callum is a human paladin, under the oath of redemption. Callum and his party are sworn to protect a haunted subway station in a modern fantasy campaign set in New York City. Callum does his best to protect the city while being distracted by a constant battle with an evil group let by his former best friend- a warlock who Callum is sure he can turn back to good. Featuring a very intense and toxic relationship with unresolved sexual tension and endless belief in innate goodness, this character is ready to have homoerotic and desperate confrontations.

[scotianostra]

21st September 1745 saw The Battle of Prestonpans.

The Battle of Prestonpans was the first significant conflict in the Jacobite Rising commonly known as the ‘45.

The subject of my earlier post, Walter Scott made the Battle of Prestonpans the centrepiece of his first novel Waverley, and another Edinburgh literary giant, Robert Louis Stevenson looks back on its importance in Kidnapped. The national bard Robert Burns also wrote about it and has connections with the area, his brother worked in Prestonpans and he is remembered around the town to this day.

The battle later reached the big screen with David Niven’s Bonnie Prince Charlie in 1948, and more recently Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander novels and TV series have brought the Battle of Prestonpans to audiences all around the world.

The victory became a symbol of Scottish resistance to British government rule, and of the negligence of Hanoverian military commanders.

Thanks to local knowledge and a thick haar that drifted in from the Firth of Forth, the Jacobite army filed along a narrow path during the wee small hours giving them the element of surprise over the redcoat army and General “Johnny Cope”

At 6am around 2,000 men drawn to the cause of Prince Charles Edward Stuart clashed with a larger force of some 3,000 government troops under the command of Sir John Cope close to the Firth of Forth in East Lothian.

Cope’s men, originally facing South, were forced to rapidly wheel around to face the Jacobites, who charged unexpectedly from the East.

British dragoon regiments, stationed on either flank of Cope’s infantry, abandoned their posts soon after fighting began, leaving the foot soldiers dangerously exposed.

Surrounded on three sides, the remaining Hanoverian force was swept aside in a little over ten minutes.

Hundreds of government troops were killed or wounded, and a further 1,500 taken prisoner by the Prince’s men, Jacobite casualties were light.

But while the rout took just a few minutes, Jacobite commanders had been far less confident about victory in the days leading up to it. There had been a few skirmishes, including at High Bridge in Lochaber in August, but this was the first large-scale confrontation with a sizeable Hanoverian force.

The Hanoverians were professional soldiers, infantry and dragoons, the forces at Cope's disposal were - or should have been - competent.

In contrast, contemporary accounts emphasise the role of poor Highlanders, who marched south with Prince Charles, in the Jacobite force. If the Jacobites had lost it would have been game over, especially since there was much dissension among the senior Jacobite commanders in the hours before the battle.

Several accounts of the battle emphasise how spooked Cope’s men were by the Highlanders, as well as their struggle to deploy heavy cannon and cavalry that should have given them an advantage. Cope is said to have been so frustrated by his artillery units that he dismissed them and sent word to Edinburgh for replacements. They did not arrive in time.

Despite being cleared of any negligence at a court martial in 1746, Sir John Cope’s reputation as a military commander was destroyed by Prestonpans, and never recovered.

Immortalised in Adam Skirving’s famous Scots song “Hey, Johnnie Cope, Are Ye Waking Yet?, Cope was characterised in contemporary accounts as a coward and a buffoon.

Fye now Johnnie, get up and run,

The Highland bagpipes mak a din,

It's better tae sleep in a hale skin.

For 'twill be a bloody morning.

When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar came,

They spiered at him, 'where's a' your men?'

'The Deil confound me gin I ken,

For I left them a this morning.'

Skirving's song did much of the damage, but Burns also published a version and there wasn't much of a counter-narrative in his favour.

The site of Cope’s defeat - and the Jacobite’s surprise victory - has been listed in the Scottish Government’s national inventory of significant battle sites when that was established in 2009, and re-enactments of the fighting regularly take place.

A cairn in memory of the battle was erected in 1953 and others have been added throughout the years. A visitor centre is planned.

The illustration is from the hand of the late Andrew Hillhouse depicting the night march. https://www.andrewhillhouseprints.co.uk/gallery_660173.html

[arewordsenough]

Liam Dunbar - Path of the Berserker Barbarian

For some barbarians, rage is a means to an end—that end being violence. The Path of the Berserker is a path of untrammeled fury, slick with blood. As you enter the berserker’s rage, you thrill in the chaos of battle, heedless of your own health or well-being.

Teen Wolf characters as D&D 5e subclasses (2/21)

[mummybear]

My Brother's Best Friend - Part Two - Too Much

Words: 4085

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Mention's Of Blood, Tiny Bit Of Smut, Multiple Heart To Heart, Protective Scott, Possessive Stiles, I think that's it! :)

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader/Sadie McCall, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar, Allison Argent, Melissa McCall.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski and Reader

Summary: Tensions are running high when you discover more than you had ever imagined has happened over the past few months. What you do discover after all this time might only be the tip of the iceberg.

A/N: Hey guys, so this is part two! Thank you to everyone who has read/liked/commented on the first chapter I appreciate it more than you know! This chapter is a little more angsty than the last so I hope you enjoy it, had to bring in momma McCall for this one! Enjoy, and let me know what you think! :D

Chapter 2 - Too Much

The drive back home is silent, the air thick with tension. Almost like nobody dares to speak a word. Stiles flexes his fingers and they move further up your thigh. You have to fight your body's reaction to squirm against the onslaught, you want him closer and you want him to stop all at the same time. You bite your lip when his long fingers brush against the edge of your panties. Fighting every instinct currently battling it out in your psyche, you close your legs, trying to focus on the road ahead, rather than the insatiable man beside you.

Your eyes snap toward Stiles when you hear a deep and pleased rumble coming from him, as he buries his nose in your neck his lips slowly make their way up. Not stopping until his teeth are nibbling at your ear. You can taste the slight hint of blood on your tongue as you continue to bite back the whimper of want building in the back of your throat. Suddenly though, you lose control when his fingers brush against the dampened lace of your panties.

“Is that all for me? So fucking wet,” Stiles rasps his voice almost a growl, as his teeth drag across your ear lobe and another whimper leaves your now parted lips. 

“Stiles. Stop, for fuck’s sake,” Scott growls, and you swear that you hear the creek of the steering wheel beneath his grip.

Stiles either doesn’t care what your brother has to say or he just simply doesn’t listen. The next thing you know his lips have dropped to your neck once again, and he’s sucking what you have to assume is going to be a mark into your neck. He releases the skin with a gentle nip of his teeth and he groans when his fingers push your panties to the side, no doubt happy to finally get to your bare skin. You suddenly forget where you are and who you’re with. You can’t explain it, but the next thing you know you’ve parted your thighs, and you’re rolling your hips to get closer to him.

“You want me to make it all better, beautiful?” he growls, dragging two long fingers through your slick.

“Please, Stiles. I need it,” you whimper as those fingers slowly but firmly circle your clit.

“So fuckin’ wet. All fucking mine.” He moans as your fingers wrap around his wrist and you push his hand closer to you. Letting out a shuddered moan when his fingers move to your opening.

“Right. That’s it, I’ve had enough.” Scott snaps, and Stiles pulls you against him right as Scott slams on the breaks.

Stiles grins at you as he slips his fingers between his lips, your gaze is glued to him as he sucks those fingers between his plump lips and moans in pleasure.

Suddenly the back door opens, and it’s almost ripped off of the hinges, you’re dragged from the car by Lydia, apparently you had made it home.

“Hey Lyd’s,” you grin at her dreamily, letting her tug you further away. Leaving just enough room for Scott to barge in.

“Hey Mini, hell of a night, huh?” She smiles, wrapping an arm around you, probably worried you still can’t stand up properly. In truth she’s not totally wrong. 

You wince as Scott drags Stiles from the car and roughly slams him against the side of it. 

Suddenly it's like you’re doused in reality, as your lust fades a little further into the background. Leaving it so that you’re able to focus once more on your surroundings. What you see leaves your mouth open in shock. Lydia takes your hand and gently squeezes it, while you both watch the scene unfold, but the shock of what you are watching leaves you unable to squeeze back.

Because it looks as if Stiles is fighting against Scott, and Scott doesn’t exactly appear to be finding it very easy to keep Stiles in place. You can’t see Stiles’ face, but you can see Scott’s red Alpha eyes reflected in the window of the car. The sudden roar that cuts through the air even has you scared. You haven’t heard your brother this angry in a long time, and even Lydia flinches beside me as instinctively pulls me closer, while the other wolves bow their heads in submission to their Alpha. 

Your hold on Lydia’s hand would be painful for most people, luckily you know she can take it. Scott’s forehead presses against Stiles' as they seem to have a quiet conversation, so that nobody can hear. There’s a collective sigh of relief when Scott steps back and releases Stiles, leaving him to sag back against the car. 

However, then the confusion is back for you. The humiliation of what you’d let Stiles do to you in front of everyone in that car, including your big brother, his best friend. You can feel the deep blush as it covers your body. You need to get out of here, you take Lydia by surprise when you yank your hand free from hers, slowly stepping back away from the scene and everyone involved. Almost as one everyone turns to look at you, and your heart hammers painfully in your chest. A tear rolls down your cheek, you just don’t understand, what the hell is going on? 

In the right place at the right time, maybe you’d have gone there with Stiles, but not that fast, and certainly not the two places where things had happened tonight. It was almost as though you had no control of your actions, no control of your own body or mind.

“Sadie? Hey, it’s okay. This isn't your fault, none of it is. Just come inside, I think we should all talk.” Scott sounds so sincere, not one look of judgement on his face, he’s stepping closer slowly, like you’re a wounded animal that he’s scared will run if given the opportunity.

The tears are falling now, thick and fast, but you don’t dare to look anywhere that isn’t your brother. Too scared of what you might see on his friends' faces. There’s one direction in particular that you can’t even consider glancing in, because you’re terrified of the look of regret that will be on his face. 

You continue to step back though, you need to be anywhere but here and quickly. Your heart is aching painfully, you don’t know what to do, your head hurts so much right now.

“Please, dont,” Scott practically begs, his big brown eyes meeting yours, but when he takes another step towards you, you do the only thing you can. You run.

You don’t even know where you’re going, unable to think straight or see very well in the dark you simply take off. Scott knows you well enough to know that if he follows you, you wouldn’t want to talk about anything right now. So all you hear as you run is your own heartbeat thundering in your ears and the wind whipping around you as you sprint faster than you have in years. You don’t stop until your legs and lungs are burning, only stopping to rest against the railing by the lake. Letting your head rest on your arms, sucking in air the best you can.

When you finally have your breathing under control, you stumble back into the bench behind you and sink into it with a thud. Tilting your head back, you look up at the stars, wishing that anything about tonight had made any sense. 

Your lifelong crush had made out with you, in fact you’d even taken things to the next level. You can’t help but think that you should be happy. But so many things about tonight don’t make any sense, and you hate it. You need this night to make sense. You can’t forget the look of desperation on Stiles’ face when it had just been the two of you, even if he liked you a lot, that look, you just don’t understand it completely. You’d known him your entire life and he had never once looked at you that way. It was almost like he was terrified you’d turn him away, even more than you’d been that he would do the same to you. Then there’s that word he’d growled before he’d pounced on you. Mate. What the hell did that mean? Not to mention that purple glow his eyes had. Once you have chalked it up to a trick of the light or something, but you had seen it alot more than once. 

Before you can drive yourself insane you hear the crunch of leaves behind you, and you jump up and spin around. But your anger very quickly deflates when you see the one person who always knows how to make everything better. “Mom? What are you doing out here?” you ask in an almost broken whisper. Trying to keep your voice even, though you know it’s pointless, she knows you too well. Not to mention that the person who had sent her here would’ve told her everything anyway.

“Baby, come on. You know better than to try that around me,” she smiles gently, pulling you into her arms as soon as she’s close enough. 

You sag against her as she wraps you in her arms, burying your face into her shoulder and the tears come once again. She doesn’t even try to stop the tears, only holds you tighter, until they stop on their own. 

When you’ve finally stopped shaking she leads you over to the bench, and you take a seat before she turns you around to face her.

“You want to talk about it, sweetheart?” 

“I dunno if I can. I mean this isn’t exactly normal stuff. Even if it was and I wanted to talk, this is why I should have a friend to talk to, but since Callie. I just can’t,” you sniff, trying to block out memories of your best friend. 

Callie had been killed last year, thankfully nothing to do with werewolves or the supernatural. Not that it would have made much difference, she was still gone. You missed her like crazy, she knew everything about you and your crazy mixed up family, it never scared her away, she was always there, no matter what was happening. Until that one night. It felt as though your heart had been ripped out when you’d received the news. It still does when you think about it for too long.

“Hmm, I guess you’re right. Though part of this is perfectly normal, honey. I know you’ve always had a soft spot for Stiles. I can just listen if you want? You can leave out anything you don’t want to tell me,” she smiles, nudging you gently with her shoulder when you look at her, your face unable to hide the shock that she knew.

“How did you..?”

“How did I know about Stiles?” she chuckles quietly, cupping your cheeks so that you meet her eyes.

“Because, not to be a cliche, but I am your mother.” she winks at that, making you smile, then she shrugs and wraps her arm around your shoulders, “and honestly, I think the only people who didn’t know were Scott and Stiles. Those boys, I swear they haven’t changed since they were kids.” 

That fond smile on her face is one you can’t help but share, with a defeated sigh you meet your mothers eyes.

“I know you won’t tell me any details, but something’s going on right? I’m guessing you know Stiles has changed somehow? You just won’t tell me how, right? He has to tell me himself, or Scott?”

“We never could keep anything from you baby girl. Yes, a lot has changed, with Stiles, and otherwise. Honestly I wouldn’t even know where to begin explaining this. I mean… It’s big, I won’t lie. But I know you can handle this Sadie.” 

You swallow the lump which has lodged in your throat as you stare down at your hands, “I’ll try. That’s all I can say, until I actually know what’s going on. Unfortunately I guess we can’t put this off forever.” 

You stand and take your mom’s offered hand and the two of you make the short walk back to the house, albeit slowly, she knows you well enough to know that you need time to process everything still. 

“If you need space then you tell me. I’ll make sure you damn well get it, Alpha or not, he’s my son and your brother. You know he will do whatever is best for you. If you want, we’ll make them wait until morning? It’s your call, sweetheart.”

“Pretty sure there’s only one thing I can do.”

You straighten your spine and take a deep breath, looking over at the woman on your right. She’s by far the strongest person you’d ever met, and likely ever would meet. You’re pretty sure that you already know what she would do in your position. Clenching your free hand into a fist, you turn to look at her. Melissa McCall could’ve become a victim so many times in her life but she’d never become one, and you intended to follow in her footsteps, no matter how difficult the situation, you wouldn’t let anyone break you.

As if she can read your mind she gives your hand a squeeze and smiles, “that’s my girl.” 

When the two of you return home the house is deathly quiet, no sign whatsoever of anyone outside the house. Immediately your mind goes to the worst case scenario and judging by the slow steps your mom is taking, she’s thinking along the same lines. 

The front door creaking open is the only sound in the house, and it sounds so much louder when it’s surrounded by the silence. “Maybe they just left?” you whisper hopefully, not even believing the words as you say them.

Almost as if by muscle memory, in the pitch black you wrap your fingers around the end of Stiles’ baseball bat, you’re a little surprised that it’s still here, when he doesn’t appear to be. But you’re not about to complain about having a weapon when you need one. As you move through the kitchen there’s the slight drip of the tap, a sound which seems to almost bounce off of the walls in the silence. You can even hear the sound of the wind whistling against the windows but nothing else.

The hand that’s wrapped around yours tightens further, as you’re pulled closer to your mom’s body. You take another step forward when a thought occurs to you, swallowing your fear you whisper once more.

“What about the basement? We sound proofed it, could they be down there and we’re worried over nothing?” 

The moonlight almost seems to light the path as soon as your mom gives you a nod of agreement. The basement had been installed shortly after you’d all gotten Stiles back from the Nogitsune. It had come in handy more than a few times in the past. You feel your nerves escalating, the closer that you get to the basement, the worse your nerves become. You regretfully put the bat down by the door as you carefully turn the doorknob, wincing at the squeak you’re certain will follow. Fully aware that the basement had been sound proofed, and if they are down here, then you wouldn’t know until you open the final door at the bottom of the steps. 

With all of that in mind you take the stairs slowly, carefully manoeuvring around the third step down, since that one has always squeaked rather obnoxiously.

Your entire body feels as if it’s shaking from adrenaline and nerves as you reach the bottom of the stairs, wiping your hands on your clothes, you then reach for the door handle. When suddenly the door opens. You stumble back in alarm, grabbing for the baseball bat, which you quickly hold above your head, quickly stepping in front of your mother. 

However, you quickly lower the weapon, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when your eyes land on your rather dishevelled looking brother.

“Scott, what the hell is going on?” you ask urgently, hearing a deep growl coming from the room behind him, and the clang of chains is unmistakable. 

Your brother gives you a pitying look as he chews nervously on his bottom lip, to your surprise he steps out of the room, gently taking you by the shoulders, he pushes you back into the hallway.

“We should really talk, Sadie. Just come upstairs. Mom could you maybe…” he nods his head towards the door behind him. With a smile she gives your hand a final squeeze, before she releases you. Quickly doing whatever it was he had asked of her, she seemed to know exactly what it was though.

“Come on, we should sit. I’ll even get your favourite ice cream out,” he grins at you, but you know your brother well enough to see that he’s nervous.

“Well, shit. This really must be serious, Scott McCall sharing with the pain in the ass little sister.” Your joke seems to fall on deaf ears as Scott simply sighs, he looks tired, like dead on his feet tired. You gently grab his arm as you both sit on the sofa with the tub of ice cream between you, “Hey, you’re okay, right? You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.” 

“I’m okay, mostly at least. I just really wish we didn’t need to have this conversation, especially not now, not like this, Sades. I don’t even know where to start.” Scott tells you quietly, dragging a hand over his face, the stubble along his jaw is almost becoming a beard at this point. Something so unlike your brother that you’re surprised you’re only just realising.

Seeing your overconfident brother so unsure is so unusual to you, he hasn’t been like this since before he’d become a werewolf. You could count on your hands the few times you’d seen him return to this unsure worried version of himself. Which only made you all the more nervous, but you didn’t want to push him to hurry up and explain. You’d let him take his time, because as much as you needed to know, he was your best friend and your protector. Seeing him like this hurt more than you could've ever imagined.

Moving the tub aside you lean your head on Scott’s shoulder, “Maybe you should get some rest, you look like shit big brother,” you laugh when he shoves you off of him with a grin. 

You turn to face each other, pulling your legs under you, the way you used to when you were kids. When you were wanting to have one of your conversations, where Scott plays big brother and gives you his sage advice. Not that it was always good or right. Half the time it was stuff that you knew already, or stuff that you would never do. But you loved him for trying all the same. 

Your father had left not long after you were born, and as young as Scott had been he’d stepped up for you. He was the one man you knew you could count on, no matter what, and that wasn’t going to change you were sure of it.

“You don’t need to look out for me, Mini, that’s my job, remember. I look out for you,” Scott smiles, gently nudging your shoulder.

“No, you're my brother, that was dad’s job. But I prefer you anyhow,” I smile at him, and lean into the sofa.

“So which is it? Bed or are we gonna do this now?” 

Scott sighs and straightens in his seat, and just like the Alpha is back.

“Oh I wish I could, little sister, you have no idea how good a bed sounds right now. But we’re doing this now.” 

“Okay, I’m listening. Tell me everything that I don’t know about, might as well get it out of the way.”

“You remember a few months back when I went to visit Stiles?” he asks you carefully, and you’re already shocked. 

“This has been going on for months!? You’ve been lying and hiding this from me for months! I understand most of the time Scott, but dammit something that’s as important as this clearly is, you should’ve told me!” you almost shout, unable to hide or hold back your anger. Especially when it quite clearly seemed to concern you.

“Go on,” you sighed apologetically, realising there was no point in being angry about this, of course he hadn’t told you, yet another time he was trying to protect you no doubt.

“Sadie, if we had any idea any of this would end up involving you I would’ve told you the second everything happened.” 

“It’s fine, Scott, I understand. But it isn’t just that this involves me but it’s clearly important.” Shaking your head you clear your throat, before looking back at him, doing your best to reign in your anger. “Anyway, yes I remember, you said something about Stiles needing help, but you never did tell me what he needed help with.” Your need to know more only grows the more he talks about Stiles, something is definitely off, and you’re worried some of your earlier thoughts may have been correct.

Nothing could have prepared you for your brother’s next words however. 

Taking a deep breath Scott tells you the truth of that weekend away he’d had.

“Stiles had been struggling for months. He uh… he was starting to forget things, silly things at first, then he really started noticing it and he called me. He was too scared to go to the hospital, he didn’t want them to tell him what he already knew.” Scott lets out a shuddering sigh, wiping his hands on his jeans. 

Your mind is begging him not to say what you already know is coming, “go on,” you whisper nervously, grabbing his hand when he reaches for you.

A tear drops from Scott’s eyes when he meets yours and you swallow thickly, “I...I convinced him to go to the hospital. Yanno, maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Part of me wishes he’d ignored me, but he needed to know. We needed to start planning. Unfortunately, the doctors only told us what he already knew. Fuck this is hard.” Scott moans quietly, wiping his eyes on his shirt sleeve. “Stiles had developed frontotemporal dementia. Just like his mother. It fucking broke him Sades, he tore out of that room so damn fast. I followed him, but he told me he needed time to process, just some time alone.” Scott’s voice is shaking so hard, and you feel like your heart just broke in half, but you know only by the look on your brother’s face that isn’t where the story ends.

Clearing your throat you squeeze his hand, “there’s more, isn’t there?” you ask tentatively, feeling the tears fall freely from your eyes. 

“Fuck, do I wish there wasn’t,” he mutters, his laugh devoid of humour. A roar sounds from the basement, and then you hear a door slam. You look at your brother with wide eyes and he sighs sadly once more. “I shouldn’t have let him go alone. He was worried he was being followed during training by something, he didn’t know what yet and he didn’t tell me, not until that day in the hospital waiting room. I should have followed him, but he needed space.” Scott looks up and meets your eyes once more, “I was walking around the parking lot of the hospital when I heard him scream. Then I remembered his stories, and I didn’t even think, I just ran as fast as I could. But by the time I got to him, he was bleeding out on the floor, Sadie. He looked so bad, he was white as a damn ghost, could barely keep his eyes open, I lost it. My instincts… just kicked in.” Scott whispers the last bit as another tear rolls down his cheek.

Jumping to your feet you feel your breathing start to change, as you try to consider what else he could be about to say, but only one thing comes to mind.

“Don’t say it, Scotty, please.” 

He gets to his feet and pulls you into his arms before you collapse, “I did it. I bit him.”

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Okay so I have more Stolitz song recs

Fan behavior- Issac Dunbar (It's giving salty Stolas sassy cunt energy. Kinda adore it. A bop.)

Love, or the lack therefore- Issac Dunbar (I could see this going either perspective. It feels very stolitz ship. Very much apology tour)

Beige- Yoke Lore (This feels so Blitz perspective. The lyrics "let me find the demon that drives those heavenly limbs." Just all the lyrics are *chiefs kiss* Me over here just fanning myself. Also there are owl noises that start playing!?)

Battle Cry- The Family Crest (Blitz protecting Stolas. Him jumping in front with a knife)

Silent Film- Sparkbird, Stephen Nance (Such a good sad Stolas song. He is so lonely and talks about living in an empty house 😭)

Cold little heart- Radio edit - Micheal Kiwanuka (Blitz perspective. Feels very much like him lying on the couch staring dramatically at the ceiling contemplating life)

Ramblings of a Lunatic- Bears in Trees (This feels very Blitz or Stolas. All of their self-hatrid and their fear of dying alone)

Hello my old heart - oh the hellos (Blitz perspective of starting to have feelings and being afraid because the walls he built are tumbling down. Him upset with Stolas right after he actually has started to love someone)

Love like you- Caleb Hyles (Yes I know it is a Steven universe ending song cover. Why does it fit Blitz so well!??)

PRETTY BOY - Max Leonard, Indigo (literally what Blitz sees when he sees Stolas dancing at the party)

A shitty Love Song- Jye (Blitz perspective)

I loved a boy- Thomas Headon (kinda giving stolitz)

Mr. Porcelain Doll- Jude York (Blitz perspective on how Stolas is a prince. How his brain can't even fathom being able to be with him)

Nervous -Miki Fiki (Blitz perspective kinda. But also just a bop)

Lovesong (The Way) [feat.Bluets] - Charlie Burg (Stolas perspective. So much pinning. Just asking for a text or a reply)

Darling- Christian Leave ( Stolas perspective.)

I hope you enjoy 💕. I'm sorry that it is so long 😭

Hey again! Thanks for all the recs! 😍

Fan Behavior - I'm gonna sit on this one for a bit. I love sassy Stolas a lot, and it is canon that he has an incredibly sassy and petty side, but I kinda see his thoughts towards Blitz as being more sad and depressed than sassy after Apology Tour, so I have to listen to it a few times before I decide!

Love, or Lack Thereof - love how it sounds and the vibe! Added to my Stolitz Angst playlist :3

Beige - oh. This is so beautiful 😭😭😭 I think this could be either of them thinking about the other, but the vibes give me Stolas as way, specifically in the earnest way the feelings are expressed here. It fits both of them well, but personally I think it fits my Stolas playlist more!

Battle Cry - *sobs* this song is so good wtf??? 😭 added to the Blitz playlist!!

Silent Film - OH THIS IS AGGRESSIVELY STOLAS WTF?!?!?! 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔 "I can’t see for all the dust in the air / Could wave it away / But I wouldn’t dare / Some of it might be you" someone hold me while I cry (also the song is very clearly intended to be about death of a loved one and that just makes it even fucking sadder bye 💀)

Cold Little Heart - torn between adding this to the Blitz playlist or the Stolitz one, so it might end up in both, it's so good!!

Ramblings of a Lunatic - I agree it fits both of them! The vibes and tone of the song fit my Blitz playlist more, but the lyrics sound more like Stolas. I'll sit on this one for a bit!

Hello My Old Heart - yup this one is going directly into the Blitz playlist 😂

Love Like You - oh hey, I don't think I've listened to the Caleb Hyles cover of this song! The lyrics fit Blitz extremely well, but I've been a Steven Universe fan for too many years to associate this song with any other fandom 🙈

PRETTY BOY - I have to listen to this one a few times to see if it tickles my brain right, but for now I'll leave it in my Blitz playlist!

A Shitty Love Song - awww, I do see Blitz in this, might add it to his playlist!

I Loved a Boy - added to the Stolitz playlist :)

Mr Porcelain - literally Blitz in Apology Tour omfg!!! Saved to the Stolitz playlist!!

Nervous - gonna save this to my likes and give it a think!

Lovesong (the way) - added to the Stolitz playlist!

Darling - I don't know if I dig the sound of this one, I'll have to listen to it a couple more times, but the lyrics are so cute and fit Stolas so well 🥺🥺