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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Saturday 27 June 1840

3 50/..

11 ½

incurred a cross last night thinking of π all the things given out by 4 40/.. and I ready at 4 ¾ fine morning R16 ½° and F68 ¼° at 4 50/.. a.m. – off from Suramaskaia (Suram) at 5 17/.. at 5 34/.. good road left to Akhaltsikh and good village and a little farther (right) very picturesque old castle on fine high jet of rock and good village at its foot – at 6 village and old castle and about 10 minutes soon commence the ascent and pass of the low, beautiful wooded range of hill that separates Georgia from Imeretia – winding not very steep road thro’ forest – A- and I alight at 6 16/.. having come perhaps 200 yards uphill – at 6 ½ at top of a flat or plateau – all sides beautifully wooded – beech, aspens, a few pinus Sylvestris on tops of hills, and mixed, but not many, with the other wood – the road lined with white cluster-flowing red berried large maple-leafed shrub I know not at home that grew near the great leaning Elm – and with rhododendron ponticum (the 1st time I have seen it in these parts) – and with oak and beech hornbeam in abundance – very beautiful – and elm, and honeysuckle, (and wild pear and apricot? trees) and hazels and luxuriant common laurel (1st time), and privet – the 2 last and the rhododendron honeysuckle and hazel forming the beautiful thick under wood fringe on each side the road – the rhododendron not exceeding 3 or at most 4ft. high – none like the 5 and 6ft. talked of by colonel Broussiloff – got into the carriage again at 6 55/.. – walked 2 or 3 little bits afterwards and from 8 5/.. to 8 20/.. down and up and down hill, and here the fine gorge opens out a little – Elder and privet alder in flower near the stream and seringa studded with its pretty snow-white flowers – did not observe exactly where the stream began – 2 or 3 ft. wide at 1st and not more than 4 to 6ft. wide for a long while – probably we had it on beginning the actual descent – no stream before 6 55/.. – but probably we had it soon afterwards – at 7 or soon afterwards – It was 9 before we got down to the river a little bit of selvage on the other side .:. a little bit of opening – at the neat little station house Molitskii post at 9 ¼ the 1st station in Imerétie – charming drive from Suram here – fine wooded worthy-of-Pyrenees gorge – a bridge that we crossed ½ hour ago or more over deep ravine plunging into our gorge and wooded above and below, reminded me of the devils’ bridge over the ravine that plunges into the gorge ½ way between Pierrefitte and St. Sauvuer – very fine day – sun hot – the niecest tidiest cleanest coolest, neatly-estraded room I have seen in the Russian dominions expect the one at .............. going to Baku – breakfast – each our saucer of cold boiled rice and figs in ¼ hour and most excellent water till 9 40/.. – the clear beautiful little river running close below at the back of the house – off from Molitskii post at 9 55/.. beautiful wooded gorge, and still our river that we have had from the top (from 2 to 3ft. wide to now 4 or 5 yards I wrote this last sentence now at Koutaïs Monday 29 June at 4 10/.. p.m.) – at 10 50/.. bridge over our river and nice stream from little branch valley from the left joins it – by and by another glen and stream and fine old ruin of castle high on point of rock right – our more stream and little lateral valley afterwards – at 12 20/.. at Begiugorskii – nice little station house – one larger room and one smaller opening into it both neat and clean and divanned as at Molitskii post – could sleep here

quite as well as there – still in the gorge – merely bits of green pasture at the riverside now and then – many carts with large outres of wine and horses with packages – beautiful little partly wooded partly cultivated basin-valley in which our station house stands – at the last station and here little necessary at the back across the open court like space it is a clean table like bench over a wooden tub and I did a tolerable big job very comfortably – off from here (Begiurgoroskii) at 12 55/.. – from this pretty little basin the valley becomes rather wider tho’ still narrow and beautiful – I had stopt the carriage once or twice the last stage for a single strawberry or 2 that the passersby had left ungathered and this stage I got out several times – once or twice when the wheel was locked, and watched the rock and hillside (left) (the river generally close below us left the 1st 2 stages) and afterwards right) the river now right, and gathered perhaps in all a dozen or 20 strawberries a few plants, but overcome by the luxuriance of brambles and other vegetation – I had walked perhaps 10 minutes or ¼ hour at 2 when passed thro’ a lot of 33 Georgians (one soldier with them) at work cutting down the hillside left (reddish, marlyish soil with a few stones) and throwing it down the steep (right) into the river to widen the road – we had passed men at work on the road, 2 or 3 times before, early in the morning, on the Imeretien side – at 3 ½, in the now nice broadish stream (river) still close below us right, a man or 2 setting a stick-fence across the whole breadth for catching salmon or what? desperately hot now at 3 ½ - at 4 5/.. another basin valley and picturesque ivy-covered old ruined castle almost hid in ivy and creepers – at 4 25/.. leave our river for ¼ hour and turn (left) uphill shrubbed with rhododendron mixed with bracken fern and oak etc. but no rhododendron high (5 or 6ft.) as colonel Broussiloff spoke of – a low shrub here not more than 2 or 3ft. high at most – a pretty small leafed St. Johns’ wort in flower and very pretty on the rocks today close along our road and all along today – the large white convolvulus flower common as a creeper and beautifully relieving the dark green foliage of laurel etc. etc. - ½ hour from last station 1st notice a little box and holly – at 4 40/60 down at our river again and alight and cross it on a [rade] fixed on 3 long small boats – our carriage and 3 horses on the rade at 4 46/.. – beautiful view upwards and downwards – the whole of this stage very beautiful – one of the most drives I have ever seen in my life – first ½ narrow, wooded, deep, rock-gorge – 2nd ½ narrow wooded branchy valley of toad often a corniche cut out of the rock, and the narrow river filling the whole of the bottom – ferryed over by rope and pulley in 5 minutes – beautiful clear water and excellent – tasted it – George and Doman and the teleaga and 3 horses came over after us – the Station house about a couple hundred yards from the ferry – arrived at 5 – capital place – divanned and cool and 2 nice rooms – might have had strawberries gathered and perhaps fish – might have had a comfortable meal and good might – breakfasted at Simonskii – and dined at Koutaïs – but A- preferred going forwards – a nice civil woman

// brought us Wednesday 1 July a plate of strawberries but old gathered and not good – however ate them and gave her a 30kop. silver piece – she looked and I fancied seemed to want more – called George – Domna came – explained – she said the woman had asked if she was to have all that! yes! not for the strawberries 3 times more than they were worth, but for her civility etc. then asked for a little milk, and she

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Koutaïs

brought me a small glass of yellow boiled milk which I drank and afterwards ate a cold hard-boiled egg – off at 6 – cross one branch of stream at 7 ¼ and then the other (50 or 60 yards from the 1st) and over both at 7 20/.. and then 4v. from our next Station (Simonskii) – after and from Kvirilskii the valley widens to 2 or 3v. and afterwards to perhaps 6 or 7v. wide wooded and cultivated – and beautiful – at Simonskii at 7 47/.. – 2 rooms divanned as at the 3 last stations but like an oven, and not neat and tidy looking as before – told A- to give George silver ruble for the 2 Cossacks and 2 ab. for the 2 drivers – threw myself down upon one of the divans, and slept till tea (dinner) at 9 10/.. – left a cool comfortable station house, and nice civil woman, and at an hour when we could enjoy something to eat, for this stewy place, and a meal a this hour when I can enjoy nothing but am thirsty to death – very fine day – to be off at 6 in the morning – why? why all this harass for nothing? R19 ½° and F76° on the floor by my mattress-side (at my bedside) now at 11 ½ p.m.

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chessyhoward · 9 months

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Made Christmas cookies with baby girl today. Twenty five individually iced cookies for every kid in Hazel's class, because she didn't wanna leave anyone out. ❤️

#insta;#ft. hazel june

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m1zu · 3 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Sugawara*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Suga’s Special Day ~ Sugawara x Reader ~

Short Stories

a/n: Sugawara is by far my favourite boy in Haikyuu!

I felt like trying something different this time! Besides, Suga deserves more than just the usual for his special day <3

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Birthday scenarios with Suga! Which one will you choose?

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⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃❤️← More Than You’ll Ever Know

⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃🎇← Light Up My World

⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃🎁← An Unexpected Gift

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‘More Than You’ll Ever Know’

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 682 - - - Reading time: 2:05min (roughly)

Today is June 12th, and everyone on the Karasuno Boys Volleyball team knows what that means…

“SUGAWARA-SANNNNN!!!” Hinata and Noya scream while running towards the setter. With that speed, anyone would think they're about to trample over the poor guy.

“Woah there, slow down you two.” Suga chuckles lightly. “You never stop, do you?”

“TOMORROW! IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY RIGHT?” Hinata jumps and practically flies over Sugawara’s head.

“Yeah! Your gettin’ pretty old now aren’t ya? Noya jokes, a large grin painted on his face.

“That’s right” Suga replies. “It’s the last I get to spend with you guys, so I guess it’s pretty special!”

“Y/N-SANNN!!!” Hinata yells, running towards you even faster than he did with Suga.

You were close by, and heard two familiar voices screaming your boyfriend’s name. So, naturally you wanted to see what the fuss was all about. Suga looks up to see you running towards them in the distance and immediately brightens up. “Hey y/n!” He calls out to you. “Whatcha been up to bab-”

“SHOYOUUUU! HAHAHA” Noya calls out and runs to catch up to the orange flash.

“Oi!” Suga calls running after the two of them “Don’t run her over!”

You abruptly stop at the sight of them all running towards you, a worried look on your face hoping they would take it as a sign to slow down.

Thankfully, they did.

The two bullet trains stopped just before hitting you and began springing up and down, as if they hadn’t just been running.

“y/n? Are you okay?” Suga pants, having caught up just moments later.

You manage to slip out a few sentences despite your heart still racing. “Yeah, i’m fine babe” you smile, “How have you bee-”

“yy/nnn!! You know what tomorrow is, right?” Hinata interrupts “It’s your boyfriend's birthday!” he jumps up even higher than before, seemingly having endless amounts of energy.

“Hinata, don’t interrupt y/n please…” Suga huffs.

“You’re gonna get him a cool gift right?! Or maybe even something else..?” Nishinoya jokes again.

A blush immediately comes over your face,”I have a few things planned…” you reply shyly, turning your head away embarrassed. Suga blushes slightly at your words before snapping himself back to reality. “Alright guys, that’s enough… Shouldn't you be using your energy for practice?”

“Oh yeah” says Hinata. “Suga-san, can you throw me some tosses?”

“Sure thing” Suga reaches out for your hand.

“You know I play better when you're watching.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After Practice

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Hinata, nice kill!” praises Suga while high-fiving the tiny giant.

“That was a good one Hinata! You really will fly high” you smile running towards the two of them.

Hinata beams at you, eyes shimmering like the sun “One more!”

“That was the last one Hinata, I gotta take y/n home now.” says Suga sounding rather worn out.

“But-”

“I wouldn’t mind if you continued, but Suga looks tired, Hinata. Wouldn't want him to be tired on his special day.” you press, winking at Hinata.

“Ohhhh! Gotcha. Well, see ya tmrw!” He replies, waving you two off.

You both wave back before grabbing your belongings, ready to set off home.

“Thanks for that, y/n.” Suga says gratefully, a small yawn escapes his mouth.

You can’t help but giggle at how adorable he is. “You know, you don’t always have to tough everything out you know. It’s okay to take a break sometimes! You put a lot of pressure on yourself when you don’t need to.” you stop walking and look up at him, his beautiful hazel eyes giving you their full attention. “Because you’re amazing, Koushi!”

The setter’s eyes widen and it’s hard to see, but a heavy blush covers his face. His heart pounds in his chests and before he has time to think about his actions, he puts a hand on your cheek, another on your waist, bends down, and kisses you passionately. Your hands reach up to hold him as his other hand drops to your waist. He pulls back for a minute and holds your chin up so your eyes meet. “I love you, y/n. More than you’ll ever know.”

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‘Light Up My World’

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 528 - - - Reading time: 1:58min (roughly)

“Make sure your eyes are closed babe!” your call out to Sugawara from the kitchen.

“I’m closin’ em” he calls back, seated eagerly on the living room sofa.

You smile at his words and begin to walk towards him, birthday cake in hand and vocal chords ready! This wasn’t just any birthday cake, it was Koushi’s favourite. About a week ago, he treated you to an expensive cafe that specializes in desserts, knowing full well how much of a sweet tooth you had. Ironically, it seemed like he ended up enjoying himself more than you were. It’s not that you were ungrateful or didn't like the food, no, it wasn’t anything like that.

He just happened to try this cake, your cake, and it was ‘superb’.

“Babe, You have to try this! This cake is delicious!” you squeal to your bf.

“Yeah? It’s really that good huh? Then I guess I gotta try.” You placed some on your fork and gestured him to open his mouth so you could feed him. His eyes widen at the taste, “Wow! This cake is superb y/n!” he beams at you, bringing a smile to your face.

You can tell he wants more, but he wouldn’t dare ask. So you offered for him. “You want some more?”

Suga shakes his head. “It’s for you y/n, I can’t just take your cake…”

“But you do want some more?” you tease. He nods shyly, making you chuckle. “Looks like someone has a new favourite cake.” you add.

So thanks to that new discovery, you knew the perfect cake to get him for his special day.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Koushiii, Happy Birthday to youuuu!!!” you positioned yourself in front of him, “open your eyes!” Sugawara gasps, switching his gaze from the cake to you for a few seconds before finally being able to speak.

“y/n… You didn’t…” he says breathily, still in shock.

“I did…” you tease.

“I can’t believe it!” he looks up at you, face slightly switching. “You forgot the candles!”

What? (whadidhesayyyyy) you stood there frozen, the look on your face was indescribable.

Sugawara bursts out laughing at your reaction and stands up, bringing both of his hands to cup your face. “That was a joke y/n” he giggles “you should see your face right now.”

“You’re hilarious Koushi..” you sigh and look up at him, trying to fight off the smirk appearing on your face.

“Thank you for the cake, love. That was really sweet of you.” he smiles down at you, placing the cake down on the coffee table before scooping you up into his arms, giggles escaping your lips.

“Did you want some candles? We do have some in the cupboard.” you joke looking up at him.

“Hmm.. Now that you mention it, they would be a nice touch.” He turns away from you dramatically, “but who needs em’ - - -"

then looks back "- - - when I have you to light up my world.” he pulls you back in and nuzzles his head at the base of your neck.

“That was really cringy Kou..” you giggled. “But you light up mine too.”

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‘An Unexpected Gift’

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 443 - - - Reading time: 1:33min (roughly)

Pov. Karasuno’s manager

“Daichi? Have you been getting enough sleep lately? Your eyes look heavy.” you rush over to the captain, who looks like he’s at death’s door.

He looks over at you and smiles, ”I appreciate the concern but there’s no need to worry. I'm just fine y/n, I promise.”

“Those eyebags are probably from dealing with Hinata and Kageyama” Suga says sarcastically while entering the gym. “Honestly, I don’t know how he does it.”

“Suga-san!” You jog over to greet the setter, water bottle in hand, jumping up and down. “Happy Birthday!!”

“Hey y/n! Wow, you remembered huh? That makes me feel pretty special.” He laughs, one hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“You are special Suga!” you state before your mind can process the words that left your lips.

Then they hit you.

You see, being Karasuno’s manager meant you took care of all the guys! And honestly you loved it. The team felt like a family! Being able to witness Karasuno in their bubble was something you were forever grateful for.

Along with this, It was clear (to everyone except you that is), that you and Sugawara liked each other. You were a scholar student, not dense in the slightest. Yet somehow, his feelings and your own had evaded you leaving you completely oblivious.

At least up until recently…

Sugawara wasn’t so much shy with his feelings, he just wanted to make sure things were mutual, in fear of scaring you off and losing the friendship you had built up. If he was confident in that, he would have no problem making the first move.

Naturally, he told Daichi about his feelings for you. So this interaction you were currently having was rather amusing.

Although over the past few weeks, you've started to become more conscious of your feelings too… (took you long enough,, thinks Daichi. ft the entire team)

“Wait- that came out wrong- im sorry!” you splutter, choaking with embarrassment.

Sugawara laughs and hands you back the water bottle you gave him. “Did you really mean it though?” he inquires.

Of course you meant it. He is special. Does he not know this? You thought.

You look up at the setter to see his confused eyes searching your face for an answer. So he really doesn’t know?

“Of course I did, Koushi” you reply, scanning his face in an equal manner. Then you add “especially to me.” and watch the setter’s eyes pop out of his head. You could practically hear how loud his heart was beating.

There's a moment of silence. Suga decides to break it.

“y/n?”

“Yes, Koushi?”

“C-can I kiss you?”

Another moment of silence. Which is now your job to sever.

No words leave your lips, instead you nod slowly while being pulled into his embrace.

You feel his warm smile greet you as he says, “What an unexpected gift.”

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~The End~

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a/n: hope you enjoyed! once again, Happy bday to our favorite Haikyuu mom ;) sorry if there were any mistakes and that the stories progressively got shorter haha I do continue to check on my stories post being uploaded so I'll edit anything I spot.

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greatworldwar2 · 4 years

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• Douglas Bader (English RAF Ace)

Group Captain Sir Douglas Robert Steuart Bader, CBE, DSO & Bar, DFC & Bar was a Royal Air Force flying ace during the Second World War. He was credited with 22 aerial victories.

Bader was born on February 21st 1910 in St John's Wood, London, the second son of Frederick Roberts Bader, a civil engineer, and his wife Jessie Scott MacKenzie. His first two years were spent with McCann relatives in the Isle of Man while his father, accompanied by Bader's mother and older brother Frederick, returned to his work in India after the birth of his son. At the age of two, Bader joined his parents in India for a year. When his father resigned from his job in 1913 the family moved back to London. Bader's father saw action in the First World War in the Royal Engineers, and was wounded in action in 1917. He remained in France after the war, where, having attained the rank of major, he died in 1922 of complications from those wounds in a hospital in Saint-Omer. Bader's mother was remarried shortly thereafter to the Reverend Ernest William Hobbs. Bader was subsequently brought up in the rectory of the village of Sprotbrough, near Doncaster, West Riding of Yorkshire. His mother showed little interest in Bader and sent him to his grandparents on occasion. Without guidance, Bader became unruly. Bader was then sent as a boarder to Temple Grove School, one of the "Famous Five" of English prep schools, however one which gave its boys a Spartan upbringing.

Bader's aggressive energy found a new lease of life at St Edward's School, where he received his secondary education. During his time there, he thrived at sports. Bader played rugby and often enjoyed physical battles with bigger and older opponents. In mid-1923, Bader, at the age of 13, was introduced to an Avro 504 during a school holiday trip to visit his aunt, Hazel, who was marrying RAF Flight Lieutenant Cyril Burge, adjutant at RAF Cranwell. Although he enjoyed the visit and took an interest in aviation, he showed no signs of becoming a keen pilot. Bader's formative years, he took less of an interest in his studies. However, Bader received guidance from his school's headmaster Warden Henry E. Kendall and, with Kendall's encouragement, he excelled at his studies and was later accepted as a cadet at RAF Cranwell. In 1928, Bader joined the RAF as an officer cadet at the Royal Air Force College Cranwell in rural Lincolnshire. On 13 September 1928, Bader took his first flight with his instructor Flying Officer W. J. "Pissy" Pearson in an Avro 504. After just 11 hours and 15 minutes of flight time, he flew his first solo, on February 19th, 1929. Bader competed for the "Sword of Honour" award at the end of his two-year course, but lost to Patrick Coote, his nearest rival.

On July 26th, 1930, Bader was commissioned as a pilot officer into No. 23 Squadron RAF based at Kenley, Surrey. Flying Gloster Gamecocks and soon after Bristol Bulldogs, Bader became a daredevil while training there, often flying illegal and dangerous stunts. While very fast for its time, the Bulldog had directional stability problems at low speeds, which made such stunts exceptionally dangerous. After one training flight at the gunnery range, Bader achieved only a 38 percent hit rate on a target. Receiving jibes from a rival squadron (No. 25 Squadron RAF), Bader took off to perform aerobatics and show off his skill. It was against regulations, and seven out of 23 accidents caused by ignoring regulations had proven fatal. Nevertheless, on December 14th, 1931, while visiting Reading Aero Club, Bader attempted some low-flying aerobatics at Woodley Airfield in a Bulldog Mk. IIA, K1676, apparently on a dare. His aircraft crashed when the tip of the left wing touched the ground. Bader was rushed to the Royal Berkshire Hospital. Both his legs were amputated one above and one below the knee. Bader made the following laconic entry in his logbook after the crash, "Crashed slow-rolling near ground. Bad show." In 1932, after a long convalescence, throughout which he needed morphine for pain relief, Bader was transferred to the hospital at RAF Uxbridge and fought hard to regain his former abilities after he was given a new pair of artificial legs. In time, his agonising and determined efforts paid off, and he was able to drive a specially modified car, play golf, and even dance. Bader got his chance to prove that he could still fly when, in June 1932, Air Under-Secretary Philip Sassoon arranged for him to take up an Avro 504, which he piloted competently. A subsequent medical examination proved him fit for active service, but in April 1933 he was notified that the RAF had decided to reverse the decision on the grounds that this situation was not covered by King's Regulations. In May, Bader was invalided out of the RAF, took an office job with the Asiatic Petroleum Company (now Shell) and, in October 1933, married Thelma Edwards, a waitress he meet during his convalescence.

Against a background of increasing tensions in Europe in 1937–39, Bader repeatedly requested that the Air Ministry accept him back into the RAF and he was finally invited to a selection board meeting at Adastral House in London's Kingsway. Bader was disappointed, it appeared that he would be refused a flying position but Air Vice-Marshal Halahan, commandant of RAF Cranwell in Bader's days there, personally endorsed him and asked the Central Flying School, Upavon, to assess his capabilities. On October 14th, 1939, the Central Flying School requested Bader report for flight tests on the 18th. He did not wait; driving down the next morning, Bader undertook refresher courses. Despite reluctance on the part of the establishment to allow him to apply for an A.1.B. (full flying category status), his persistent efforts paid off. Bader regained a medical categorisation for operational flying at the end of November 1939 and was posted to the Central Flying School for a refresher course on modern types of aircraft. In November, eight years after his accident, Bader flew solo again in an Avro Tutor; once airborne, he could not resist the temptation to turn the biplane upside down at 600 feet (180 m) inside the circuit area. Bader subsequently progressed through the Fairey Battle and Miles Master (the last training stage before flying Spitfires and Hurricanes). In January 1940, Bader was posted to No. 19 Squadron based at RAF Duxford near Cambridge, where, at 29, he was older than most of his fellow pilots. Geoffrey Stephenson, a close friend from his Cranwell days, was the commanding officer, and it was here that Bader got his first glimpse of a Spitfire. It was thought that Bader's success as a fighter pilot was partly because of his having no legs; pilots pulling high g-forces in combat turns often blacked out as the flow of blood from the brain drained to other parts of the body, usually the legs. As Bader had no legs he could remain conscious longer, and thus had an advantage over more able-bodied opponents.

Between February and May 1940 Bader practised formation flying and air tactics, as well as undertaking patrols over convoys out at sea. Bader found opposition to his ideas about aerial combat. He favoured using the sun and altitude to ambush the enemy, but the RAF did not share his opinions. Official orders/doctrine dictated that pilots should fly line-astern and attack singly. Despite this being at odds with his preferred tactics, Bader obeyed orders, and his skill saw him rapidly promoted to section leader. Bader was subsequently promoted from flying officer to flight lieutenant, and appointed as a flight commander of No. 222 Squadron RAF. Bader had his first taste of combat with No. 222 Squadron RAF, which was based at RAF Duxford and commanded by another old friend of his, Squadron Leader "Tubby" Mermagen. In May, 1940 Germany invaded France as well as it's neighboring countries. RAF squadrons were ordered to provide air supremacy for the Royal Navy during Operation Dynamo. While patrolling the coast near Dunkirk on June 1st, 1940 at around 3,000 ft (910 m), Bader happened upon a Messerschmitt Bf 109 in front of him, flying in the same direction and at approximately the same speed. Believing the pilot must have been a novice, taking no evasive action even though it took more than one burst of gunfire to shoot him down. In the next patrol Bader was credited with a Heinkel He 111 damaged. On June 4th, 1940, his encounter with a Dornier Do 17, which was attacking Allied shipping, involved a near collision while he was firing at the aircraft's rear gunner during a high-speed pass. Shortly after Bader joined 222 Squadron, it moved to RAF Kirton in Lindsey, just south of the Humber. After flying operations over Dunkirk, on June 28th, 1940 Bader was posted to command No. 242 Squadron RAF as acting squadron leader.

No. 242 Squadron was mainly made up of Canadians who had suffered high losses in the Battle of France and when Bader arrived were suffering from low morale. Despite initial resistance to their new commanding officer, the pilots were soon won over by Bader's strong personality and perseverance, especially in cutting through red tape to make the squadron operational again. Bader transformed No. 242 Squadron back into an effective fighting unit. Upon the formation of No. 12 Group RAF, 242 Squadron was assigned to the Group while based at RAF Duxford. After the French campaign, the RAF prepared for the coming Battle of Britain in which the Luftwaffe intended to achieve air supremacy. Once attained, the Germans would attempt to launch Operation Sea Lion, the codename for an invasion of Britain. The battle officially began on July 10th, 1940. On the 11th, Bader scored his first victory with his new squadron. The cloud base was down to just 600 ft, and forward visibility was down to just 2,000 yards. Bader was alone on patrol, and was soon directed toward an enemy aircraft flying north up the Norfolk coast. Spotting the aircraft at 600 yards, Bader recognised it as a Dornier Do 17, and after he closed to 250 yards its rear gunner opened fire. Bader continued his attack and fired two bursts into the bomber before it vanished into cloud. The Dornier, which crashed into the sea off Cromer, was later confirmed by a member of the Royal Observer Corps. Later in the month, Bader scored a further two victories over Messerschmitt Bf 110s. On August 30th, 1940, No. 242 Squadron was moved to Duxford again and found itself in the thick of the fighting. On this date, the squadron claimed 10 enemy aircraft, Bader scoring two victories against Bf 110s. On September 7th, two more Bf 110s were shot down, but in the same engagement Bader was badly hit by a Messerschmitt Bf 109. Bader almost baled out, but recovered the Hurricane. Bader claimed two Bf 109s shot down, followed by a Junkers Ju 88. Two days later, Bader claimed another Dornier. On September 14th, Bader was awarded the Distinguished Service Order (DSO) for his combat leadership. On September 24th, he had been promoted to the war substantive rank of flight lieutenant. During the Battle of Britain, Bader used three Hawker Hurricanes. The first, in which he scored six air victories. The second aircraft, Bader did score one victory and two damaged in it on September 9th. The third, in which he destroyed four more and added one probable and two damaged by the end of September. On December 12th 1940, Bader was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross (DFC) for his services during the Battle of Britain. His unit, No. 242 Squadron, had claimed 62 aerial victories.

On March 18th, 1941, Bader was promoted to acting wing commander and became one of the first "wing leaders". Stationed at Tangmere with 145, 610 and 616 Squadrons under his command, Bader led his wing of Spitfires on sweeps and "Circus" operations over north-western Europe throughout the summer campaign. During 1941 his wing was re-equipped with Spitfire VBs, which had two Hispano 20 mm cannon and four .303 machine guns. Bader flew a Mk VA equipped with eight .303 machine guns. Bader's combat missions were mainly fought against Bf 109s over France and the Channel. On May 7th, 1941 he shot down one Bf 109 and claimed another as a probable victory. The following month was more successful for Bader. On July 2nd, 1941 he was awarded the bar to his DSO. On the 12th, Bader found further success, shooting down one Bf 109 and damaging three others between Bethune and St Omer. Bader had been pushing for more sorties to fly in late 1941 but his Wing was tired. He was intent on adding to his score, which, according to the CO of No. 616 Squadron RAF Billy Burton, brought the other pilots and mood in his wing to a near-mutinous state. Bader's immediate superior of OC No. 11 Group, Fighter Command, relented and allowed Bader to continue frequent missions over France even though his score numbered 20 victories. Between March and August 1941, Bader flew 62 fighter sweeps over France.

On August 9th, 1941, Bader flying a Spitfire Mk VA without his wingman on an offensive patrol over the French coast, looking for Messerschmitt Bf 109s. Just after Bader's section of four aircraft crossed the coast, 12 Bf 109s were spotted flying in formation approximately 2,000 feet (600 metres) below them and travelling in the same direction. Bader dived on them too fast and too steeply to be able to aim and fire his guns, and barely avoided colliding with one of them. He levelled out at 24,000 feet (7,300 metres) to find that he was now alone, separated from his section, and was considering whether to return home when he spotted three pairs of Bf 109s a couple of miles in front of him. He dropped down below them and closed up before destroying one of them with a short burst of fire from close range. Bader was just opening fire on a second Bf 109, which trailed white smoke and dropped down, when he noticed the two on his left turning towards him. At this point he decided it would be better to return home; however, making the mistake of banking away from them, Bader believed he had a mid-air collision with the second of the two Bf 109s. Bader's fuselage, tail and fin were gone from behind him, and he lost height rapidly at what he estimated to be 400 mph (640 km/hr) in a slow spin. He jettisoned the cockpit canopy, released his harness pin, and the air rushing past the open cockpit started to suck him out, but his prosthetic leg was trapped. Part way out of the cockpit and still attached to his aircraft, Bader fell for some time before he released his parachute, at which point the leg's retaining strap snapped under the strain and he was pulled free. Bader's aircraft was not found. It is likely that it came down at Mont Dupil Farm near the French village of Blaringhem, possibly near Desprez sawmill. A French witness, Jacques Taffin, saw the Spitfire disintegrating as it came down. He thought it had been hit by anti-aircraft fire, but none was active in the area. There were also no Spitfire remains in the area. The lack of any remains was not surprising, owing to the Spitfire breaking up on its descent. After crashing Bader was soon taken prisoner by the Germans. The Germans treated Bader with great respect. When Bader was taken prisoner, he was sent to a hospital near Saint-Omer, near the place where his father's grave is located. On leaving the hospital, Colonel Adolf Galland and his pilots invited him on to their airfield and they received him as a friend. Bader was cordially invited to sit in the cockpit of Galland's personal Me109. Bader asked Galland if it was possible to test the 109 by "a flight around the airfield". Galland refused him with laughter!

Bader had lost a prosthetic leg when escaping his disabled aircraft. When he had baled out, Bader's right prosthetic leg became trapped in the aircraft, and he escaped only when the leg's retaining straps snapped after he pulled the ripcord on his parachute. General Adolf Galland notified the British of his damaged leg and offered them safe passage to drop off a replacement. Hermann Göring himself gave the green light for the operation. The British responded on August 19th, 1941 with the "Leg Operation" an RAF bomber was allowed to drop a new prosthetic leg by parachute to St Omer, a Luftwaffe base in occupied France. Galland stated in an interview that the aircraft dropped the leg after bombing Galland's airfield. Galland did not meet Bader again until mid-1945, when he arrived at RAF Tangmere as a prisoner of war. Bader escaped from the hospital where he was recovering by tying together sheets. Initially the "rope" did not reach the ground; with the help of another patient, he slid the sheet from under the comatose New Zealand pilot, Bill Russell of No. 485 Squadron, who had had his arm amputated the day before. Russell's bed was then moved to the window to act as an anchor. The plan worked initially. Bader completed the long walk to the safe house despite wearing a British uniform. Unfortunately for him, the plan was betrayed by a woman at the hospital. He hid in the garden when a German staff car arrived outside a house, but was found later. Over the next few years, Bader made himself a thorn in the side of the Germans. He often practised what the RAF personnel called "goon-baiting". He considered it his duty to cause as much trouble to the enemy as possible, much of which included escape attempts. He made so many escape attempts that the Germans threatened to take away his legs. In August 1942, Bader escaped with Johnny Palmer and three others from the camp at Stalag Luft III B in Sagan. Unluckily, a Luftwaffe officer of JG 26 was in the area. Keen to meet the Tangmere wing leader, he dropped by to see Bader, but when he knocked on his door, there was no answer. Soon the alarm was raised, and a few days later, Bader was recaptured. He was finally dispatched to the "escape-proof" Colditz Castle Oflag IV-C on August 18th, 1942, where he remained until April 15th, 1945 when it was liberated by the First United States Army.

After his return to Britain, Bader was given the honour of leading a victory flypast of 300 aircraft over London in June 1945. On July 1st, he was promoted to temporary wing commander. Bader was given the post of the Fighter Leader's School commanding officer. He received a promotion to war substantive wing commander on December 1st, and soon after was promoted to temporary group captain. Unfortunately for Bader, the fighter aircraft's roles had now expanded significantly and he spent most of his time instructing on ground attack and co-operation with ground forces. Also, Bader did not get on with the newer generation of squadron leaders who considered him to be "out of date". It is likely Bader would have stayed in the RAF for some time had his mentor Leigh-Mallory not been killed in an air crash in November 1944, such was the respect and influence he held over Bader, but Bader's enthusiasm for continued service in the RAF waned. In July 1946, Bader retired from the RAF with the rank of group captain to take a job at Royal Dutch Shell. Bader considered politics, and standing as a Member of Parliament for his home constituency in the House of Commons. He despised how the three main political parties used war veterans for their own political ends. Instead, he resolved to join Shell. He spent most of his time abroad flying around in a company-owned Percival Proctor and later a Miles Gemini. In September 1946, Bader was sent on a public relations mission for Shell around Europe and North Africa with United States Army Air Forces (USAAF) Lieutenant General James Doolittle, Doolittle having left active duty in January 1946. Bader's first wife, Thelma, developed throat cancer in 1967. Aware that her survival was unlikely, the two spent as much time with each other as possible. After a long battle, she died on January 24th, 1971, aged 64. Bader married Joan Murray on January 3rd, 1973. They spent the remainder of their lives in the village of Marlston, Berkshire. Bader campaigned vigorously for people with disabilities and set an example of how to overcome a disability. In June 1976, Bader was knighted for his services to disabled people. Bader died of a heart attack on September 5th, 1982 at the age of 72 in Chiswick, London. Afterwards On the 60th anniversary of Bader's last combat sortie, his widow Joan unveiled a statue at Goodwood, formerly RAF Westhampnett, the aerodrome from which he took off. The Douglas Bader Foundation was formed in honour of Bader in 1982 by family and friends many also former RAF pilots who had flown with Bader during the Second World War. One of Bader's artificial legs is kept by the RAF Museum at their warehouse in Stafford, and is not on public display.

#second world war #world war 2 #world war ii #british history #royal air force #aviation #air force history #aircraft #biography

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warriorxxxxprincess · 3 years

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PROFILE

Name: Elena Grace Gilbert

Nicknames: Lena, Gilbert

Age: 23 (physically)

Birthday: June 22

Birthplace: Mystic Falls, Virginia

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Bioengineer

Species: Vampire

Status: Undead

SUPERNATURAL

Killed by: Rebekah Mikaelson

Turned by: Damon Salvatore on November 6

Bloodline: Niklaus Mikaelson

APPEARANCE

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Brown

Height: 5’7 ft

Weight: 122 lbs

Health: Excellent

Clothing style: Casual

Other features: None

PERSONALITY

Likes: Shopping, going out, photography

Dislikes: Loneliness, disloyalty, rejection, betrayal, losing, lies, being pushed away, people leaving

Hobbies: Shopping, going out, photography

Traits: Emphatic, sympathetic, compassionate, loyal, protective, kindhearted, empathetic, indecisive, selfish, pushy

Languages: English

Favorite food: Pancakes and waffles with syrup

Favorite drink: Blueberry milkshake

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite flavor: Blueberry

Favorite season: Spring

Favorite place: Mystic Falls

FAMILY

Mother: Isobel Flemming

Father: John Gilbert

Siblings: None

Children: None

Other: Grayson Gilbert (uncle/adoptive father), Miranda Gilbert (aunt/adoptive mother), Jenna Sommers (adoptive aunt), Jeremy Gilbert (cousin/adoptive brother), Katherine Pierce (ancestor), Tatia Petrova (ancestor), Amara Petrova (ancestor), Nadia Petrova (ancestor)

#( about. )

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whispercdmusings · 4 months

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Hassan Bauer

Nickname(s): n/a

General information: 6 ft 0 in. Hazel eyes. Brown hair.

Date and Place of Birth: 18th of June in Berlin, Germany.

Family: Zain and Anneliese Bauer (divorced) ‐ one younger half-brother (Amir Bauer).

Hassan's apartment below the cut

#ch. hassan bauer

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calientecami · 3 years

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Biography

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ｘｔｈｅｆａｃｔｓｘ “ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʙy ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀy ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴡꜱ”

Name: Camile Beatrice Hernandez Nickname: Cami Date of Birth: 6th June Zodiac: Gemini Place of Birth: Barcelona, Spain Current Place: Somewhere in the Forest, Great Britan Nationality: Spanish Spoken languages: English, Spanish Height: 5′4 ft / 1,63 m Weight: 121 lbs / 55 kg Blood Type: A- Religion: none Job: none

ｘａｌｌａｂｏｕｔｔｈｅｍａｇｉｃｘ “ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ”

first visible signs of magic: at the age of five. She managed to make a cookie fly over to her was told she is a witch: She actually grew up with magic all around her Wand: Cypress wood with a unicorn hair core, 11 ½" and unyielding flexibility Patronus: Wild Rabbit animal companion: her cat passed away a few months ago and yet she didn’t have the heart to replace her

ｘｆａｍｉｌｙｘ “ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛꜱᴛᴇᴩꜱ, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴅ”

Father: Luis Hernandez, Head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation Mother: Federica Hernandez, Housewitch Siblings: José & Manuel Hernandez

ｘｅｄｕｃａｔｉｏｎｘ “ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀy”

School: Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Position: Quidditch - Chaser graduated: yes O.W.L. grade point average: Outstanding N.E.W.T. grade point average: Acceptable favorite subjects: Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Astronomy least favorite subjects: Herbology, Divination

ｘａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅｘ “ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴩᴇ ᴏꜰ yᴏᴜ”

Ethnicy: Spanish Eye color: Hazel Hair color: Brown Hair structure: a little wavy Length: long Face shape: oval Lips: full Nose: defined, but not too small

Style: Cami loves all styles of clothing, but most likely keeps it casual Tattoos: several Piercings: none Glasses/Contacts: none

Left/right handed: right handed

ｘｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｉｓｔｉｃｓｘ “ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴛʀy ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ”

Personal Motto: “Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right in front of them.“ (Bertold Brecht) Theme Song: Ariana Grande - Dangerous Woman Alternate Theme Song: Keywords: fair, reckless, loyal, self-confident Biggest fear: Silver Hobbys: basically none except strolling through the forest

positive traits:

kind

fair

clever

polite

self-confident (which might be mistaken for arrogance)

reliable

negative traits:

reckless

loud

lonely

rude

distrustful

ｘｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅｓｘ “ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ”

Color: blue and crimson Food: Cheeseburgers, Sushi, Cauldron Cakes Non-alcoholic drink: Pepsi , Vanilla Milkshake, Butterbeer Alcoholic drink: Firewhiskey Music: Pop & RnB Season: Spring time of the day: night Flowers: Tulips Enchanted animal: Niffler non-enchanted animal: dog

ｘｓｔｏｒｙｘ “ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ yᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ?”

Cami was born in Barcelona as the last of three siblings. Her parents moved to the UK just a few months after her birth which was why she basically only grew up near London. All of them grew up knowing they they were wizards. Magic was always around them and always a big part of their life. Cami herself was nervous to visit Hogwarts as she had seen her big brothers always disappearing in King’s Cross and her mother always had to hold her back from running after them.

When she had her first year in Hogwarts, she was sorted into Ravenclaw. Both of her older Brothers were Gryffindors, but she didn’t mind having a bit of distance from them, which did anyway not mean that she could do whatever she wanted. Due to her Father’s position in the ministry of Magic, her family always knew what happened if ever she did anything forbidden.

At the Age of 17, while taking an evening walk through her hometown, the brunette was attacked and bitten by a wolf, which did turn her into a wolf herself. Cami did her best to hide it from everyone, but there were phases in which she did not have any control over herself, which was also when she hurt her cousin at a family gathering. She turned into a wolf and hurt him although she did not want to, but she simply lost her temper. Her parents kicked her out of the house the next day to avoid that this would ruin their reputation. Ever since then Cami is basically always on the run, using her magic to steal from Muggle and hiding in the forest most of the time while her Family told everyone the story of their daughter studying in the USA

ｘｌｏｖｅ，ｌｏｖｅ，ｌｏｖｅｘ “ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ʟᴏɴᴇʟy ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ”

Sexual orientation: bisexual First boyfriend: A fellow Ravenclaw Number of ex-boyfriends: 3 Number of sexual partners: 7 Current relationship status: Single

ｘｏｏｃｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎｘ “ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ”

Faceclaim: Ariana Grande Writer: qυeeɴ Experience: +14 years Style: 3rd person simple present perfect f.e. “She has worked a lot “ Length: Anything between 1-15 tweets (usually) Important: I work with a wolf concept that is more similar to Twilight then to Harry Potter, although the full moon has some influence on Cami

Rules:

please try to write more than just a few words. It is depressing if you put a lot of effort in tweets and all you get is a 5 word reply. (this doesn’t go for banter)

If ever there should be a problem: DM me. No TL drama!

I will not accept racism, homophobia and discrimination (unless it is only in RP and is planned between two RPers and clearly marked so)

And the most important: HAVE FUN! This is (at least for me) an escape from real life and fun is my no. 1 priority.

ｘｓｏｕｒｃｅｓｘ “ɪ'ʟʟ ᴩᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴩɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ”

This List of Character Traits by Eddie is a real help

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sgmwesters · 4 years

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╰ ❛ 💉 — › françois arnaud. cis man. he/him. . ╯ have you met CHRISTIAN FIELDS yet ? this thirty six year old gemini has been living in the Seattle area for two months. He makes a living as a plastic surgery attending, which is best suited for their bold, charismatic, skeptical, and arrogant personality. church by aly & aj is one of their favorite songs, and they’re written by em, 25, gmt, she/her, no triggers

B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N

FULL NAME: Christian Matthew Fields.

NICKNAME(S): Stee.

AGE: Thirty Six (36).

DATE OF BIRTH: 01 June 1984, Gemini.

HOMETOWN: Boston, Massachusettes.

CURRENT LOCATION: Seattle, Washington.

ETHNICITY: Caucasian.

NATIONALITY: American.

GENDER: Cis Male.

PRONOUNS: He/him.

ORIENTATION: Vibing.

RELIGION: Atheist.

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: None, no interest in politics.

OCCUPATION: Plastic Surgery Attending.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Medium-ish house.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English.

ACCENT: Boston.

P H Y S I C A L A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: François Arnaud.

HAIR COLOR: Brown.

EYE COLOR: Grey.

HEIGHT: 6 ft 2.

WEIGHT: 162 lbs.

BUILD: Muscular.

TATTOOS: Cliched lion on his chest.

PIERCINGS: None.

CLOTHING STYLE: He doesn’t have a style, it’s probably flannel.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Likely a scowl but he doesn’t mean it.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: None he’s a generic white boy.

H E A L T H

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: none.

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: depression.

ALLERGIES: none.

SLEEPING HABITS: what is sleep?

EATING HABITS: bread.

EXERCISE HABITS: he runs after a 2 year old isn’t that enough.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: look, it’s been a rough ride.

SOCIABILITY: somewhat sociable but won’t say no to watching tv alone.

BODY TEMPERATURE: average.

ADDICTIONS: none.

DRUG USE: none.

ALCOHOL USE: frequently, but careful with it.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

POSITIVE TRAITS: bold, charismatic.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: skeptical, arrogant.

FEARS: leaving annabelle without parents.

F A V O U R I T E S

WEATHER: just prefers being inside.

COLOUR: he doesn’t have a favorite, he’s not seven.

MUSIC: rock and roll.

MOVIES: the lion king.

SPORT: rugby because he thinks it makes him look edgy or smart but he doesn’t actually know the rules.

BEVERAGE: smoothies.

FOOD: garlic bread.

ANIMAL: ducks.

H E A D C A N O N S

Christian Fields was born as the oldest to a younger sister, LUCY FIELDS, in Massachusetts to a fairly wealthy family. The family didn’t want for much, they had the means to obtain what they needed and were comfortable in their lifestyle thanks to their parents jobs (a lawyer and a real estate agent).

Christian was thirteen when their mother fell pregnant again, and having spent far too much time bickering with Lucy growing up, he wasn’t thrilled to learn about the new member of the family at first. It was only as time went on, he became more comfortable with the ideea, growing into the big older brother he knew that he could be. The family became closer than they had been.

When his mother went into labour, Christian had enough of an understanding to know that whatever was going on, wasn’t exactly good. If things were normal, there wouldn’t have been a mad rush to the hospital, there wouldn’t have been as much panic as there had been. All he could do was try and keep calm, try and keep Lucy calm, and wait for any news that might come.

Good news didn’t come at all though, with APH and fetal hypoxia resulting in the loss of not only their baby sister (Hazel, as she was henceforth known), and their mother.

Things got harder from there on out, with their father withdrawing from them completely when he wasn’t completely berating them for the choices that they were making in their lives. Christian put his head down in school, not only to keep on his father’s good side but to be that role model for his sister that his father was no longer stepping up to being.

Christian went on to attend Princeton University, flitting between medicine and law as his father had tried to talk him into a number of times. Despite that however, he had always felt more drawn to medicine, and went on to study at University of Maryland.

It was while studying at the University of Maryland that Christian met BROOKE WALKER, who was also studying medicine. To say that he fell for her charm would be an understatement, and the two continued their romance throughout their time at med school. It was only when it came to being matched to different hospitals, Brooke’s being Seattle and Christian’s being New York, that ultimately pulled the two apart and their relationship ended.

Christian had a natural flare for plastics almost as soon as he started his residency, and it became a no-brainer for him. He worked hard, he proved himself, and he secured not only a fellowship at Tulane - which is where he met Angelica.

Angelica was a neuro fellow at Tulane for the same period that Christian was, and they clicked from the moment that they met. Everyone could see it a mile off, as if it might have been written in the stars, meant to be. They were careful though, knowing that the promise of getting attendings positions in the same place were slim to none.

But it came through, and the pair headed back to the same hospital where Christian had done his residency in New York to kickstart their careers as attendings. It was picture perfect, a fairytale to say the least.

Christian struck up a good working relationship with LUCAS WILLIAMS, with Christian taking a special interest in the reconstruction surgeries of Lucas’s patients, it only became natural that their strong working relationship grew into a friendship that extended beyond the confines of the hospital walls.

When Angelica fell pregnant in 2018, Christian was excited. It hadn’t been their plans as such, but nonetheless he was more than excited to take on the challenge to be a father. He shared the news quickly with his sister, there was nobody else he wanted to know before her.

October of 2018 Angelica and Christian welcomed a baby girl, Annabelle Hazel Fields, who became the centre of his universe very quickly. It was perfect, they had the jobs, they had the house, they had the little girl. Their lives were coming together, almost complete.

That was, up until the winter of 2020. Shortly after Annabelle’s second birthday, Angelica was involved in a car accident on her way to the hospital. It had been late at night, an urgent page for one of her patients that had her leaving their home and moving with haste to the hospital, only for a drunk driver to run a red light, and ultimately take Angelica’s life.

Christian was broken, but had to hold himself together for Annabelle. He knew they he wouldn’t be able to get through it alone - opting to call on the support network of his sister and uproot their lives to Seattle.

#tw infant loss #tw death #tw drink driving #━━ ✦ 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒 ❮ biography ❯#traumaintro

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 4 years

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Sylvester League *supporting character Voice Claim: Ryan Kwanten https://youtu.be/XwY-OPnLoQA?t=72

Partner(s): None. Parents: Dana and Nicholas League. Kids: None Siblings: Twin sister Isla. Age: 23 (2020) Birthday: 1st of July Height: 182cm Body type: Skinny, but with a bit of muscle tone. Eye color: Deep blue with some Hazel around the iris.

About: ~ Charismatic, playful, cheeky, outgoing, independent, spontaneous, flirty, silly, confident, adaptable, open-minded, adventurous, friendly, positive, curious, sarcastic, weird, social, clumsy, experimental, sloppy, energetic, flexible, casual, random and absentminded. ~ Surfer ~ Sexuality, Pansexual. ~ Has shaggy dark blonde to light brown hair, depending on light. ~ Hates people disturbing him when he sleeps. ~ Australian, and speaks with a rather thick Aussie accent. ~ Calls himself Sly, no one else likes the nickname, but he thinks it works with the ladies, it doesn’t. ~ Has stretched earlobes and several piercings in both ears. ~ Lives on the beach in a bungalow, with his twin sister, Isla, and 3 of his closest friends, Walter, Zuri and Graham. ~ Doesn’t speak with his parents. His father was very abusive when him and his sister were kids, and the siblings cut ties to their family when they moved from Australia in 2015. ~ Used to be homeless. ~ Is a bit all over the place. ~ Very close to his twin sister. ~ Is a bit of a player. ~ Grows his own weed on the roof of his house. ~ Bought the beach Bungalow they currently live in, after he threatened to sue his father, and ended up taking bribe money instead. ~ Would like to travel the world. ~ Smells like ocean, the beach, a bit of sweat, seaweed and Ramen noodles. ~ Can’t cook. Can barely microwave food without burning the whole house! ~ Smoker, also weed. ~ Used to pick pockets to get money for food. ~ Is often found on the beach, surfing. ~ Atheist. ~ Mostly runs around bare feet. ~ Quite messy, and hates cleaning up after himself. ~ Don’t care what others think of him. ~ Can be a bit of a show-off. ~ Loves bonfires, surfing, swimming, diving, people cooking for him, his sister, alcohol, weed, Pepsi, sex, strawberries and cream, seafood, fries, Pizza, 90′s comedy movies, flirting, bbq food, dancing, partying, hanging out with friends, snow cones and corn on the cob with melted butter. ~ His style is pretty casual, mainly printed tees, open wrinkled shirts and distressed shorts/jeans. ~ Would love to won his own surf shop one day.

Sylvester’s tag Sylvester’s house/home Sylvester’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: Vigiland - Friday Night‬‬‬ Personal Playlist: 1. Swedish House Mafia ft. John Martin - Don't You Worry Child 2. Electric Six - Danger! High Voltage 3. Mr. Probz - Waves (Robin Schulz Remix Radio Edit) 4. June - A Little Messed Up 5. Beach Boys - Surfin USA 6. Flume & Chet Faker – This Song Is Not About A Girl 7. Lykke Li - I Follow Rivers (FlicFlac Remix) 8. Tez Cadey - Seve 9. Surf Mesa - ily (i love you baby) ft. Emilee 10. Parov Stelar - All Night (Nico Pusch Bootleg Remix) 11. Black Eyed Peas - Where Is The Love (BCX feat. Ellena Soule Remix) 12. Electric Six - Gay Bar 13. Fountains of Wayne - Stacy's Mom 14. Post Malone & Swae Lee - Sunflower 15. Childish Gambino - Feels Like Summer Bonus: Electric Six - Down at McDonnelzzz (I Shall Exterminate...)

#Sylvester League #ts3 #sims 3 #sims3 #simblr #simographysup

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scarlettxelectra · 3 years

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PERSONAL

Name: Scarlett Sophia Davis

Nicknames: Scar, Davis

Age: 23 (physically)

Birthday: June 5, 814

Birthplace: Ocean Cove, North Carolina

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Bioengineer

Species: Vampire

Status: Undead

SUPERNATURAL

Killed by: Herself

Turned by: Her father

Bloodline: Own

APPEARANCE

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Brown

Height: 5’7 ft

Weight: 122 lbs

Health: Excellent

Clothing style: Casual

Other features: None

PERSONALITY

Likes: Shopping, going out, playing pool, traveling, helping people

Dislikes: Having lost her family, letting her guard down, admitting she needs someone, asking for help, Mary Sues, boring people, authority, rules, loneliness, disloyalty, rejection, betrayal, losing, lies, coming second, being pushed away, not being let in, people leaving

Hobbies: Shopping, going out, playing pool

Traits: Bitchy, seductive, ruthless, calculating, intelligent, fast, selfish

Languages: English

Favorite food: Chinese

Favorite drink: Tequila Sunrise

Favorite color: Red

Favorite flavor: Cherry

Favorite season: Fall

Favorite place: Ocean Cove

FAMILY

Mother: Camille Sawyer

Father: Adam Davis

Siblings: Samuel Davis (brother, deceased)

Spouse: None

Children: None

Other: None

#( about. )

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 4 years

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Happy Pride Month ✤ Stonewall Anniversary (1969.06.28)

— in those heavy days in June

@queerocs week: Ships

Daphne Dwyer x Katy Keene

Gabriel Branwell x Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane

Libby Denbrough x Bev Marsh

Adrien Argent x Jax Hunter x Derek Hale

ft me trying a new style oof (insp)

Forever Tag List: @themildestofwriters @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz @hazels-afro @seaweedhufflepuffocs @erzascarlettitania @the-october-reviewer @foxesandmagic @perfectlystiles @anotherunreadblog @megdonnellys @peacheydelanhoes @papergirlverse @abbysarcane @darkwolf76 @randomfandoming1 @ocfairygodmother @itsjustgracy @witchofinterest @villanele @ultraocfury @guardiansofheroes @malice1329 - want to be added? shoot me an ask!

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rockyremington · 4 years

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THE BEAUTY QUEEN IN TEARS

who: rocky remington, @bbpuck and @zoepuckerman (ft. quinn puckerman and brock remington) where: puckerman residence when: november 1, 2040, early evening what: quinn and brock blindside their kids when they announce that they are going steady over dinner.

ROCKY: When Rocky’s dad informed him that they’d be going over to the Puckerman’s for dinner, he didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t out of the ordinary or him to be dragged to a dinner or a brunch or some other sort of event with a legendary Lima family. This was all part of the gig. Rod Remington cared a lot about appearances and therefore Brock did and therefore Rocky did…or at least pretended to. When they showed up to their house and were welcomed by Quinn Puckerman, Rocky plastered a smile on his face and greeted her politely by handing off the bottle of wine his dad had brought and taking a seat next to Baby and across from Zoe at the table. Dinner was fine for the most part…conversation was light and easy…until Quinn and his dad joined hands at the end of the table and made their announcement. The last thing Rocky expected when he was informed about this dinner was to be hit with the fact that his dad was now officially dating Quinn. Rocky alternated between staring at both of them in disbelief and then at the Puckerman girls he went to school with. This was not ideal. “Are you guys being serious?” was all Rocky said before his dad launched into a speech about how they met in the June at the Country Club, how it was love at first sight, and how they wanted all the kids to get used to being around each other…like a family. Rocky cleared his throat and put down his fork. No way was he taking the lead on this. He’d leave that to Zoe or Baby or literally anyone else.

BABY: Baby hadn’t been able to ease the weight that was heavy in her chest since stupid Rod and Rocky Remington had walked through the door, and when Quinn grabbed the man’s hand, without even a moment of hesitation in her action, the youngest Puckerman almost felt it smash through her. The back of her eyes burned almost immediately; her delicate hands sounded down against the table in her shock. Baby’s deprived lungs begging her to just breathe as Principal Remington’s voice buzzed through her ears like white noise. “What about Dad?” Baby’s voice cracked over the words; her gaze not even daring to look anywhere near the intruder sitting at their dining room table. She was too focused on Quinn from across the table; her mother’s hazel eyes resembling something almost like heartbreak - for Puck, or for her mourning daughter, Baby wasn’t sure - before hardening over again. Baby didn’t even give her a chance to respond, though, before she was pushing herself away from the table; her glass falling over onto the table in the process. “You know what? Do whatever the hell you want. It’s not like you’ve ever managed to care about what anyone else wants, anyway. Quinnie says it’s time for a new family, and I guess we all just fall in line, right? Whatever.” Baby didn’t stop when Quinn called out after her - completely unhesitating as she threw the front door open and slammed it behind her - she just wasn’t so sure where to go after that.

ZOE: The last thing Zoe expected when she'd been informed that the Remingtons were coming over for dinner was to be ambushed with the news that her mom was now 'seriously dating' her principal. She had known something was up with the way Quinn had been fluttering around the house all day, making sure it was spotless, but she chalked it up to nerves about having a well-established family over. While Zoe absolutely adored her mom, it wasn’t lost on her that Quinn (and honestly, even Zoe) took after her grandma in terms of always wanting to put their best foot forward. Dinner conversation was absolutely fine until it ultimately wasn’t. Zoe could have handled college talk all night, but one look at Quinn’s hand intertwined with Brock’s had her stomach doing somersaults. Despite Baby’s loud and sudden outburst, Zoe remained rooted in her chair, desperate to hear the thought process behind this new pairing. She, of course, wanted her mom happy, but Zoe couldn’t ignore the anger settling in her heart as she toyed with the question of why couldn’t Quinn have warned them of this before hand? It wasn’t until Quinn shot her a pleading look that she broke the silence in the room. “I’ll-” she started before throwing a pointed glance in Rocky’s direction. “We’ll go check on Baby.” If he was going to be a part of their family, he was going to have to get accustomed to Puckerman breakdowns ASAP.

ROCKY: The awkward silence that followed Baby’s question was heavy. Rocky had no idea what the protocol for a situation like this was, so he did nothing. He just sat there, essentially twiddling his thumbs, as Baby aggressively stood up and rattled the silverware and glassware on the table. When her cup knocked over, he quickly reached for it, but the damage was done. Her drink had spilled and now everything was out on the table. Rocky cleared his throat as he used his napkin to soak up her water, figuring this mess was a good distraction from the verbal one he was witnessing. Next thing he knew, Baby was pushing past the back of his seat and headed out the door. He’d save his shock over the relationship itself for later—there were clearly greater issues at hand. Once Rocky had mostly taken care of Baby’s spillage, he looked up in time to see Zoe and Quinn exchanging some sort of look he couldn’t read. When he felt the eldest Puckerman’s eyes on him, Rocky wasn’t sure what to expect. It definitely wasn’t for Zoe to summon him to go help with whatever meltdown her sister was having. He scoffed a little bit at her suggestion, but one look at his father made it clear that he was to follow suit. “Fine,” he sighed, clearing his throat and following Zoe out of the house. He shut the door behind him only to see Baby standing aimlessly in the driveway. “Are you sure you want me out here for this?” he asked, mostly to Zoe, “feels kind of like a private moment.”

BABY: “She’s finally losing it, right? I mean, this has to be the big breakdown Nana kept telling us to watch out for." Baby didn’t even turn around before her voice began echoing off of the empty street around them, but she wasn’t exactly itching to turn and confirm her suspicions that Rocky had followed right along with Zoe. She didn’t want him to see her melt down - she didn’t want him to see the tears that were finding their way down Baby’s flushed cheeks. The youngest Puckerman wasn’t left with much of a choice, though, as the urge to turn toward her sister nearly buckled her knees out from beneath her. Confusion, and exhaustion written over every ounce of her features as she tried her hardest to search Zoe’s eyes for answers - and thoroughly tried to ignore the boy standing next to her. “I didn’t even know she was dating again, and now we’re expected to call this idiot our brother? Tell me I’m freakin’ dreaming, or something, Zo’, because I -” Baby had to pause as she ran out of breath, as a wave of anxiety hit her like a ton of bricks; her blue eyes squeezing shut. For a moment, all she seemed to be able to hear was the sound of her father’s voice in her head. Unintelligible, and muffled, but it was enough to have Baby letting out something like a growl as she reached down toward one of Quinn’s lawn ornaments and tossed it across the expanse of green, toward The McCarthy's home. A tense beat passing between the three of them before the young blonde finally turned her attention on Rocky, “You -” Baby furrowed her eyebrows, stepping toward him like she was on a mission, “Did you know about this? Did either of you know about this? Tell me I’m not the only one.”

ZOE: Zoe watched as Baby flung the lawn ornament, taking a mental note on the location it landed. She’d circle back later that night to return it to it’s rightful place, an effort to avoid a small battle in what would likely be a long, drawn out war between Baby and Quinn. “B..” She sighed, taking a step to close any distance between her and her younger sister. Zoe’s arms wrapped around Baby’s small frame, and she squeezed tight. In a world where Baby was emotional and open with her thoughts/opinions, Zoe had grown to be guarded and somewhat calm in these situations. Her sister’s keeper, in a way. “The signs were all there,” she admitted, as she recalled all the times Quinn claimed she was going to play racquet ball at the country club with girlfriends, the hushed phone calls late at night, and the small spring in Quinn’s step. If she had really been paying attention, Zoe might have put two and two together and figured it out sooner. Just as she was pulling back to better assess her sister’s emotional state, Baby began inching towards Rocky. Zoe’s hand shot out to grab onto her shoulder, keeping her at bay. “It’s not his fault,” she chided. “Let’s just chill for a second. Is this the worst thing in the world?” She shot a look in Rocky’s direction, hoping he’d at least have some sense to realize that Baby needed to be calmed down.

ROCKY: Rocky felt like a fly on the wall of what was surely meant to be a private moment exchanged between sisters. His presence clearly wasn’t helping the situation, but rather aggravating Baby more. “I don’t know about brother,” he chimed in with a shrug as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and cleared his throat, “I mean they’re just dating and shit, right? It’s not like…wedding bells.” He was being dangerously optimistic. Based on how seriously his dad and Quinn took their announcement, it was obvious that this relationship wasn’t nothing. But maybe it wouldn’t be the end all be all…not that Rocky really cared either way. He stared down at his feet while Zoe and Baby hugged, not wanting to intrude. It wasn’t until he heard an accusatory you that he looked up and saw Baby stalking towards him, ready to jab her finger into his chest. “I didn’t know shit,” he spat, a little annoyed at how quick she was to make him a villain. Luckily Zoe stepped in with a surprisingly level head. Rocky considered her question. Is this the worst thing in the world? He met Zoe’s pointed stare and rolled his eyes slightly as he let out a huge, exasperated sigh. “Fuck,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose with another shrug, “I don’t know. No?” What the fuck was he supposed to say? “It just is what it is, I guess. I knew my dad was seeing someone, but I didn’t know it was your mom.”

BABY: “Your Dad basically just told us he wants us to be the modern day Brady Bunch, and you think this doesn’t mean wedding bells?” Baby wanted to tell Rocky to ‘use his head,’ or to ‘stop being such a fucking idiot,’ but Zoe’s hand on her shoulder held her back, minding her like a toddler on a leash. She bit her tongue, hard enough to draw blood; reveled in the coppery burst of it’s touch exploding over her taste buds. Baby believed that Rocky didn’t know anything. She wished Zoe would have bothered to share a single one of those ‘signs’ -- but it didn’t seem to matter much. There was already a certain brand of Puckerman lividity stirring within her, too much to simply put back where it came from. It was enough to make her pull away as her nerves got wholly in the way of fire rising through her. Baby’s blue gaze, although not usually soft, growing harder than they had been in days longer than any of the Puckerman and Fabray’s alike could count. “No, it’s not the worst thing in the world. How could it be? The worst thing in the world has come, and gone, and I’m not sure anything else could top it. But this? This is probably as close of a second as it gets.” Stray tears streamed down her cheeks once again - her voice broke, and cracked, and shattered all around them, just like her heart seemed to be doing in her chest. Baby’s eyes, though, couldn’t seem to break through the icy, far-off gaze that had overcome her. Her limbs seemed to move on autopilot as she shrugged her shoulders, not daring to meet Zoe’s - and especially not Rocky’s - gaze as she moved like a zombie down the driveway. “I’ll text you later,” Baby’s words were noncommittal, but she didn’t bother putting any more effort into them than that. “I just… I can’t be here. Not with her.”

AND SCENE.

#para #discord para #p: zoe #p: baby #zoe #baby #the beauty queen in tears

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