dhsgshksks y'all i send so many consecutive ffwf asks that i have to:
1) send them via tumblr like normal, signed into my account on my computer
2) switch to an incognito browser, still on my laptop, when i hit the ask limit
3) switch to incognito mode on my phone when i hit that ask limit
:/ eh mildly oversharing in the tags?
don't read the tags if you're squeamish I just had to vent
The fact that I'm not finished with Another Love chapter 1 yet but I'm already writing some scenes for future chapters.
*looks at one fanart* man I wish I could draw like that
*looks at game illustration* man I wish I could draw like that
*looks at song drawn mv* man I wish-
if this person keeps on talking about their d/b/h au I might just start stealing shit
@crybabydemcn ✬ (Silly Serpent ) “I’d suggest ibuprofen first.”
“Ib-who-what?” Lucifer looks a tad bit confused for a moment before he recalls what ibuprofen actually is, “Oh that’s right. Blasted medication that helps with pain and whatnot. I tend to forget they exist since I barely use them.” He sighs, “Can you fetch some for me? Please?”
YOU may engage in mild amounts of tomfoolery
I however, am the greatest tomfool
that time when you wake up after nearly turning into an eater and not only is your hair being bleached by the Light but also you can’t even trust yourself anymore
last night we had to take my roommates dog to the ER vet 40 min away bc he ate a sock (he threw it up he’s fine) and we were all stoned and anxious so we had to call her sister to drive and we got home at like midnight.
and this morning i took a big ass bøng rip and then remembered that i forgot to do something at work yesterday so i had to text my manager but if he doesn’t answer in half an hour i have to call him 🙄. i’m so tired.
but! it’s my day off and i’m gonna hang out w willow tonight and after working tomorrow i’ll have 3 days off god bless
8 am me, Sleep deprived after working for 12 fucking days in a row with no day off, realizing how to tie a lose end from my fic while eating jello
143% not ready to go shopping
Santos-Dumont invented the airplane.
Pls catapults are not airplanes,,, 😭
i diont even know what ive posted here anymore lmao
Every time that im reminded that Owen Willson voices Lightning McQueen I get whiplash.
Captain Joseph Watt, VC, Royal Naval Reserve, born at Gardenstown, Banffshire on 25th June 1887, was the second son of Joseph Watt, a fisherman and Helen Watt. his mother was also employed in the fish industry.
His father, had died at sea while fishing for haddock when Joseph Jr was just ten years old.
Determined to follow his father’s career, Watt served an apprenticeship in the fishing boat White Daisy. After the outbreak of the First World War in August 1914 Watt volunteered for the Patrol Service and was commissioned as a skipper in the Royal Naval Reserve on January 11 1915.
After a few months of patrolling the North Sea he was posted to Italy, along with hundreds of other fishermen. In the meantime, Watt had married: on August 5th 1915 to Jessie Ann Noble, a fisherman’s daughter.
Once in Italy, Watt was appointed to the command of HM Drifter Gowanlea, an 87ft wooden vessel. With its crew of nine and armed with a solitary and tiny six-pounder gun, the Gowanlea was part of a flotilla of commandeered steam drifters based in the heel of Italy.
On May 15, 1917, Skipper Watt with a eight man crew on the drifter Gowanlea, was on routine patrol in the Otranto Strait, Mediterranean Sea, with other small search crafts. Unbeknownst to Wattt, the Austrians had planned a major operation against the Allied barrage lines with two destroyers and three submarines.
The Gowanlea was confronted by the Austrian Destroyer Novara, which demanded surrender of the ship and ordered the crew to abandon ship prior to sinking. Instead, Watt ordered his crew to open fire on their large opponent with the drifter's 6-pounder guns. Watt’s ship was hit by heavy shells, seriously damaged with several crewmen wounded but continued to fight.
The other drifters followed in the fight and although many were damaged, managed to head off the Austrian cruisers. Skipper Watt, despite his ship's damage and casualties moved amongst the wreckage, rescuing wounded men and providing medical attention to those in most need. For meritorious service, he was awarded the Victoria Cross Medal on August 29th, 1917.
As well as his VC Joe was awarded the Italian Al Valore Militare and the French Croix de Guerre. In total, the action also led to the award of two Distinguished Service Orders, six Distinguished Service Crosses, five Conspicuous Gallantry Medals, 18 Distinguished Service Medals and 31 Mentions in Despatches.
Watt fell ill shortly after his VC action and spent six weeks recuperating in hospital on Malta. After his release he was promoted to chief skipper but he refused to discuss his VC action, even with his wife.
Typical of the man, there is no record of him ever applying for, or receiving, his Great War service medals. After the war, he went back to fi shing and had two children. During the Second World War, he commanded a drifter serving with the Home Fleet.
Even in his 50s, Watt’s fighting spirit remained undimmed because he told one journalist: “Ah’m not allowed to go to sea to fecht, they think ah’m tae auld.”
Joseph Watt, who was known locally as “VC Joe”, died from cancer at his home in Fraserburgh on February 13th 1955, aged 67.
Joe kept his medals in a drawer full of junk on board his boat. Many of the locals who requested to see the VC were surprised to see it being kept in such a place.
He died on 13 February 1955, age 67, at Fraserburgh, and is buried in the same plot as his wife and her parents at Fraserburgh’s Kirkton Cemetery
You can find a more detailed account of this on Scotland’s war web page here https://www.scotlandswar.co.uk/watt_j.html