#wrn

[knot-doing-it]

This is so awesome :)

“2018 was yet another fabulous year for WRN and its crew of amazingly dedicated volunteers. To date we have added 458 wildlife rehabilitators to our mailing list, with approximately 360 actively requesting nests. February 2019 marks our sixth anniversary of providing cozy and safe nests to wildlife rehabilitators around the world! The WRN project began in 2013, but in 2015 we introduced our Nest registration form which allowed us to record the nests our volunteers were sending out to the wildlife rehabilitators on our mailing list. We are extremely proud to announce that since the introduction of the form our incredible volunteers have distributed over 25,000 nests to wildlife rehabilitators in 14 countries!

If you would like to join us in our efforts in helping to provide nests to wildlife rehabilitators please visit our website for more details.

If you a wildlife rehabilitator and would like to receive nests from our network of volunteers, please email us at: wildliferescuenests@gmail.com “

Via Wildlife Rescue Nests

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Wrens played a major part in the planning and organisation of naval operations, serving at Bletchley Park and its out-stations, operating machines used in code-breaking.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne visiting a Womens Royal Naval Service (WRNS) passing out parade at HMS Royal Arthur in Corsham, Wiltshire on 24 February 1986

[releasing-my-insanity]

I saw this filming picture of Helen wearing a green suit and hat in a very small preview and for a second I thought it was Maggie and that she was wearing a uniform.

I very much do not want to see Maggie in a WRNS (Navy) or WAAF (Air Force) or ATS (Army) uniform. But I would love to see her in a Women's Voluntary Services uniform, if the writers wanted her to take a more active role in the war effort.

Women's Voluntary Services began in WWII as roles such as Air Raid Warden and later expanded to cover a huge variety of civilian war jobs.

Or I could see Women's Land Army, but since she's almost certainly a farmer's daughter like Helen, she would be told to stay where she was and work on on her family farm and the other local farms.

[unhingedkinfessions]

kin gods are punishing me for being dr habit now I have hypodontia and an immunity to laughing gas. anyway yall wanna hear what it feels like to get teeth out at the dentist because hoo boy they take their time

KIN DEVELOPED IMMUNITY ⁉️

[tropicalscream]

.vent

god I hate my roommates temper it fuckin sets my triggers off bad and we live in a fuckin studio/utility apartment together bc we're both poor and cant afford anything else which means therss no escape and she lashes out and there's nothing I can do to calm her down without getting yelled at myself

its 2am.i just want to zone out and sleep but we live in a single room together and i cant

[jasonraish]

Huge key art (18,750px aka 62.5 inches wide!) for U-boat Wargamers on Sky History UK. January 1943: Britain is on the brink of starvation from ruthless Nazi attacks on merchant ships. The Navy cannot spare any men. Enter the WRNS (Women’s Royal Navy Service) to war game the tactics to defeat the enemy U-Boats.

[news-buzz]

WW2 hero Dorothea Barron on hitting 100 | UK | Information Information Buzz

Few centenarians exhibit as a lot joie de vivre as Dorothea Barron who celebrates her a hundredth birthday at present. The Second World Battle heroine – who lied her manner into the forces – performed a pivotal position within the D-Day landings and has since turn out to be a poster lady for The Best Era.  The indomitable centenarian would possibly solely stand 5ft tall however her fearlessness…

[lestweforget5]

Currently reading this fascinating book. It's not directly MOTA related, but I still thought I'd share.

I've been to the Western Approaches HQ Museum in Liverpool where these events took place, and it was fascinating.

[meteorologistaustenlonek]

"Building a #WeatherReadyNation requires more than government alone. It requires bringing together organizations of all kinds that want to be part of the solution. We must involve everyone in an effort to move people – and society – toward heeding warnings, taking action..."

[monkeyssalad-blog]

Detail from a 1959 WRNS recruitment ad by totallymystified

[khoyaa]

WRNS/self-reflection: journal entry/31.5.23

What do I do that keeps hurting? Why do I keep doing it?

I keep not keeping my word. I say I’ll workout and I’ll clean my room and I know how good it feels. But then I’ll scream at myself saying what’s the point? I’ll say I’ll hangout with a friend and I never try to make a concrete plan because I know I’m going to be cowering in my bed and I hate that pussy ass bitch I become. I keep doing it bc I don’t know how to stop. Self sabotage is a kind of addiction. Because in the past when I tried to do the right things it’s spit in my face. Those are blurry memories now. But all I know now is that if I’m the only person disappointing myself, at least I saw it coming.

[podge96]

ummmmm what are you doing Bosworth?! 😳

All Creatures Great and Small - Synopsis: 5x05

Source: Radio Times

Episode 5 - Pair Bond

After receiving outstanding exam results, Carmody is offered a position in a research program in London, but he wants to decline it and stay at Skeldale, where he can support the war efforts as a vet. An exhilarated Mr Bosworth summons Mrs Hall to examine a piece of debris that has dropped from a plane into a remote field. Plus, Doris arrives at the surgery with a poorly ferret for James to treat

[maisiesgrove]

. ᭢ 🦢 Yandere! College Frat Boy

a//n :: first post on this blog heh. might or might not be projecting my type of guy. feel free to suggest / req yanderes or him!! I really want to write more about him. He is a soft yandere, so like.... sorry if you expected more LMAO. There might be some grammar mistakes, sorry for that!

minors dni !!1!!!

wrns // tws :: rumors, stalking. light yandere behavior.

word count :: 1.8k words

g/n reader x frat boy ( Kaelum Bianchi)

— The university you had just enrolled in was quite a prestigious one, with multiple connections already established to said college. Many doctors, politicians, and those high in the social ladder have their daughters and sons put through here, be it through bribing or the extremely harsh exams.

— You had taken the latter, and the professors gave you a schedule that seemed pretty normal. All pretty mundane classes throughout the day depending on your electives and course.

— In one of your mandatory classes was Kaelum Bianchi, one of the boys that partied till no end in the weekends yet passed with stellar grades. With slightly curly golden hair, an almost sunshine grin, and a wonderful figure. He was obviously a social butterfly, always chatting and yapping to the professors of whatnot and students even more. You were quite suspicious of him. Did he somehow seduce the teachers, or was he just a genius? You couldn't lie, your interest was piqued.

— From his end, you were already someone he had taken note of from the start. Yes, he was popular. Everyday he had some random girl compliment him and confess to him, (he admits it felt nice being praised and 'loved' by random girls and boys he could care less of, though he does reject them) he couldn't quite understand why you were somehow a little bizarre. You were attractive, sure. Extremely, even. He couldn't count how many times he bit his lip trying to look away and control himself. You clicked the pen absentmindedly whenever you understood the lesson too well, or were simply bored, You made eye contact with him at one point, and merely smiled. Yeah, you were odd.(you weren't, he just wasn't used to people not liking him at the beginning) There was an air around you, and at one point, a few weeks after you had first enrolled, he had enough of simply looking from afar, and made a move. You studied well, and while he knew you didn't have any connections. he'll just change that.

— You sat near the exit of the class, as usual, when suddenly an ashamedly charismatic man decides to make the empty seat next to yours his now. You didn't have much friends, and when he makes slightly fulfilling small talk between classes— not too much, and he pipes down whenever you take notes—, you couldn't help but laugh at his remarks. You missed the way his eyes turned smitten at your lips curling upwards, and the way he grips the wooden table as if resisting temptation to lean in. At the end of the class, you had most of his friends' socials and his, and he asks you to come to one of his major halloween parties at his place. There were some colleges that only allowed in campus-dormitories, but since the demographic of the students were all practically rich kids with their own homes and apartments, they let that tradition diminish.

— You agreed, and he grins, nodding before watching you head out. That night, he stalked all your socials, quickly finding out what your hobbies were, what your music taste was, who you were online essentially. Multiple of his friends questioned him when he had texted you with compliments, wondering if this was a fling or a crush. They were a little confused, but mostly supportive, especially with the way he talked with them about you 90% of the time ever since that night. They agreed to be his wingmen and help you with anything if they saw you. He was extremely popular throughout the entire campus, and if word came out that he suddenly didn't like you? No one liked you either.

— You continued to hang out with Kaelum and talk. During class, at the restaurants and mall nearby, the parks, even near your own apartment by random. That last one was a bit creepy. Yeah, he lived 30 minutes away from your house and in the opposite direction of school, so him simply being on a walk was a little too weird of an excuse. But he was one of your closest friends, hell, you stayed in his house more than your own. And you had to admit, you had a little bit of a crush on him, so you quickly brushed it off. I mean, he would never stalk you, right?

— More time passes before the party, and he suddenly gives you an array of gifts. It ranged from cute gag gifts, heartfelt ones, to randomly luxurious ones. There was a time where he gave you a permanent bracelet that cost in the hundreds of thousands. "Give it to someone you truly love." His mother had mumbled when she gave it to him, and he took it to heart. When he gave it to you, that same pressure didn't really apply. When you looked at the delicately adorned jewelry, he simply stated. "If you don't want it, I'll just get you something else, okay?" While he was sentimental, he didn't except you to be the same. He would still love you nonetheless. Of course, you were grateful and ruffled his hair in gratitude. He smiled, 'jokingly' kissing your hand in return.

— Many things and activities that seemed like what only couples did, felt casual between the both of you. He knew how to lighten the mood, and to weave through the boundary of just friends to something more. After a while, he couldn't bear hearing you call him just a comrade. He could hear and feel the "ooh....damn." and pitiful glances of his brothers at the frat whenever he got bro-zoned. For the second time, he decided on making his move.

— It was Friday night, the day of the party, and Kaelum swore he was about to pounce on you. He could feel his own self control breaking down simply looking at you. The metallic taste of blood inked in his mouth from biting his cheek too hard. He smiles, complimenting your outfit and leaning in closer to you than normal. The house was extremely big, with many rooms and blaring music and lights. There were 3 floors, filled with random people, presumably his friends. His sole focus was on you though, and as both of you danced late at night. At one point, when the lights flashed off for just a second, he suddenly kissed you. It was brief, and if you didn't feel his hand hold your chin so gently, you wouldn't believe it was real.

— Shocked was all you felt. Practically the king of all social gatherings in one of the most influential schools in the country? Kissing a little nobody like you? Yeah, right. He was probably just doing a bet. And with the way three new frat members were laughing, it basically confirmed it. You began to run away from the party, dumbfounded and face red. You couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or the kiss, though. You could hear Kaelum running after you, and you felt embarrassed.

— He, on his end, felt heartbroken, and most of all, hurt. Did you not like him the way he liked you? The countless nights after parties he thought about you, wanting to feel you. He wasn't a player, and even less so when you came into his life. Was it something he did? Something he lacked? He could give you anything you needed in your life. He was the epitome of generational rich, a nepo baby essentially. Just give him the word, and he'd give it all to you. Or was it because you had someone else in mind?

You were ashamed and were fighting the urge to cry as you made your way to the backdoor of the mansion. It was an area that a lot of people did not know even existed, but Kaelum showed it to you on one of those nights you stayed at his place. Damn him, you thought. Even if you felt betrayed, you still loved the guy. You were about 4 steps out before a voice stops you in your tracks. "Do you like someone else?" Kaelum caught up to you frankly quickly, with his long frame and sporty background. You looked back at him, and you felt his hand grip your shoulder tightly. You rolled your eyes. "I'm not one of your side links, Kaelum. Stop following me." You could see the way his brows furrowed, his eyes blinking in confusion. He steps closer.

"I never said you were my side?- Who said that? Was it one of my friends?...No, they aren't that stupid to piss me off. No, I got it. It must be those three new little shits I saw earlier. Oh my god, I'll fucking kill them-"

Don't. You did this for a dare right? Kissing me?" The second you said that, he looked offended, like a puppy that got kicked in the rain. A slight pout was on his lips, and he leaned down, almost in a submissive manner.

"No. No, what? What are you on-... sigh, sorry. Didn't mean saying that. I would never do that, especially not to you. I'd rather kill myself than do anything that could hurt you. I look for you in every class, and in every corner of our college. I need you, ___. In a way that I don't think is healthy." At this point, you were already in his embrace. It felt suffocating, almost. "So please, don't leave." You couldn't dare to reply. Part of you was happy, but another part of you felt like if you did leave him, he would've ruined you.

— You stayed there, outside near the back entrance of his house the he only showed to you. In an embrace only just a little bit too tight and reliant, with a boy completely obsessed with you.

— He ends the party earlier than usual, time being 1am, and for the rest of the night, you stayed in his bedroom, having had a cold shower, watching movies with a seemingly infinite supply of food and drinks provided by one of the family's in-house maids. He popped in from time to time, checking in on you and talking casually. Only thing that changed was now his eagerness to touch you.

— Outside, while saying goodbye to the partygoers, Kaelum spreads rumors about the three new frat boys. It was scary, how fast he had changed personalities. Horrible words of gossip spread quickly through each and every college group, and even the most lonely people knew of the "crimes" those three had committed. By the next day, no one wanted to be acquainted with them, and the majority of those in your classes outwardly became friendly to you, seeing you as an innocent victim to their 'harassment.' You only glared at Kaelum, to which he responds with a whistle and shrug.

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[dollynvll]

fallen angel m! reader x simon ghost riley

wrn : ooc ghost... i think, swearing, not proofread notes : no pronouns used for reader except "you", but this is targeted mainly for male readers. Also i cant write british ppl frfr, And this isnt proofread soo expect mistakes

p1

You were an angel, once. Now, you're just a statue. A living statue that cant move or talk, all you can do is just.. think. It’s hell. Today marked the 100th year you were imprisoned in that statue. Nowadays you just lost hope in expecting someone to come and set you free from this wretched prison. It was just another typical day. Listening to the birds sing, and watch the animals wake up from their midnight slumber. Until.. you heard a loud sound. It terrified the animals, making them run away. It peaked your interest, and you looked around your peripheral vision. Then, out of nowhere, a human came out of the bushes. It was.. a man wearing a skull mask. Holding a hand-held weapon of some sort.. smoke coming out of it. You were surprised, why is this man here? What is his business doing here? Then you hear something from out of nowhere speak. "Ghost, did ya kill the target? Where are you?" you hear a male voice. "Killed him. I'm in a remote place of some sort. Theres a statue here." He said. "A statue?" "Seems like no one has been here in a while. Moss' covering half the statue." 'Is this it? The moment that i've been waiting for? FUCKING FINALLY!!!' you thought to yourself, he walked towards you and then proceeded to wipe the moss covering you, until.. A bright light emerged, almost blinding the man. Next thing you know, you're lying on the ground, the first thing you felt was a headache. You opened your eyes, and immediately looked up at the man. - - - . . . - - -

first time writing a fic..... this one's short srry yall ≽^•⩊•^≼

srry for the ooc ghost, i genuinely dont know how to write him.. but i want to write him, so i did.

[jasonraish]

My first job of the year was this huge key art (18,750px aka 62.5 inches wide!) for U-boat Wargamers on Sky History UK. January 1943: Britain is on the brink of starvation from ruthless Nazi attacks on merchant ships. The Navy cannot spare any men. Enter the WRNS (Women’s Royal Navy Service) to war game the tactics to defeat the enemy U-Boats.