#wrns

[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

[paulwhitewriter]

Neptune and the Pollywogs

The Crossing the Line ceremony is an initiation ritual devised by seasoned sailors to ensure their new shipmates can endure long stints and difficult times at sea.

The ceremony plays an integral role in fostering a sense of identity, camaraderie, and brotherhood among ship’s companies by initiating novices, or ‘pollywogs’, sailors who have not yet crossed the equator, into ‘The Ancient Order of the Deep.’

Records from the early 19th century indicate that the ceremony could be a brutal affair, sometimes involving sailors being beaten with boards and wet ropes before being thrown or 'dunked' overboard.

During these times, the Crossing the Line ceremony was more a test of physical endurance and perseverance against pain than the high jinks that characterise today's initiation rites. Thankfully, nowadays, Crossing the Line is intended to be fun, albeit with a hint of the rough-and-tumble from earlier years.

The ceremony is crafted and executed using wit, wisdom, references to classical literature, and high theatre. It is said that the Crossing the Line Ceremony is a seafaring tradition dating back to the Middle Ages; however, the ceremony has its roots in much earlier times…

Read more, https://amzn.to/3FyZZ3G

[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.

[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.

[monkeyssalad-blog]

Detail from a 1959 WRNS recruitment ad by totallymystified

[supa-mehyro]

Thought this would be funny

[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 ⁉️

[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..."

[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.

[paulwhitewriter]

Clear lower decks.

The Royal Navy ‘Blue Books’ collection is divvied into two parts.

One, the more informative, yet no less entertaining group, dives into facts and the stuff only Jack understands.

The second group are the straight-up hilarious and comical set. These regale dits, jokes, sayings, and ditties, which you would sung, told, or heard while in the mob.

These six Blue Books are available from Amazon.

The seventh book, the ‘Tiger Book’, is a different kettle of fish. It’s a large, glossy, full-colour illustrated A4 tome. It is only available directly from Peecho, my printer.

For Amazon, simply type in the book title you want, or visit my author page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/stores/Paul-White/author/B00CJCT5DK. (You may have to scroll through a few of my books to find the one(s) you're looking for.)

For Peecho - The Tiger Book the link is: https://www.peecho.com/print/en/237810

Enjoy the read, lads.

BZ, Knocker

[lesbiansgoal]

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[redarmyscreaming]

A member of the Women's Royal Naval Service (WRNS), known as the Wrens, with her bicycle, hands a message to the pilot of a Royal Navy Fleet Air Arm Blackburn B-24 Skua aircraft at a Fleet Air Arm station in England on 21st November 1940. https://www.facebook.com/HowdiColourWork

[tzyuki]

[ 양정원 ] SOOAWK! ꒰ Y.JW x F!READER

024. senior citizen | wrns ; underage drinking | 280 wrds

IN WHICH ?! ✶ Y/n’s junior year is ending, photos are being taken left and right, her being forgetful she had forgotten that she never had taken a photo in the beginning of the year for picture day due to her being sick. Looking over her friends yearbook surprised to see herself with a blank photo. She stormed into the yearbook committee asking why she wasn’t in it, that left a bad first impression on yang jungwon, but his wasn’t any better.

The two had arrived at the party. Ricky’s house was quite far, maybe a twenty minute drive. They were greeted by Ricky and Gyuvin when they walked into the kitchen.

“Hi, guys!” Gyuvin said, a red solo cup in his hand. “Hey, guys. Feel free to do anything. Drinks in the cooler. The rules are, upstairs off limits, don’t break anything, don’t leave trash especially in the pool.” Ricky explained.

“Got it.” Riki gave a thumbs up and Jungwon nodded his head. The duo grabbed cups and poured themselves alcohol. “Careful, that’s strong. If you’re gonna be a designated driver I wouldn’t drink much of that.” Gyuvin warned the two.

“Also, Yang Jungwon. Whatta’ doing at a party?” Ricky asked and chuckled. “Having fun for once?” He teased him.

Ricky and Jungwon had a couple of classes together throughout the school years. Ricky was a sweet guy that everyone had admired and adored.

“It’s senior year, I need to have fun.” Jungwon sighed. “By the way…who else is here?” Jungwon asked, in hopes that he would say Y/n.

“Hmm, literally everyone. Sadly, Y/n isn’t here. Parties are better when she’s there. Last party I remember her being at was Heeseungs, she was so funny. She was on tables and kept cock-blocking everyone bro.” Ricky laughed.

Jungwon remembers that. Not because he was there but only because everyone was tweeting and talking about it.

“Yeah, she told me she’s studying right now. I can’t believe she’s finally getting her shit together during senior year. This is supposed to be the year of fun.” Riki sighed.

Jungwon sighed as well. He had really hoped that she’d be there that night.

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