betty jo

Medical Officer Ch’ch’tk answered the frantic summons to the communal off-duty room. Call-me-Betty-Jo had come back from visiting home and according to Lrangaka, she was injured. Ch’ch’tk was not in a great hurry as Lrangaka tended to lose fur every time CallMeBettyJo did anything other than eat or sleep. And sometimes then. Xi shuddered at the memory of the C18H27NO3 incident. Xi thought Lrangaka was going to end up bald, not an attractive look.

Xi heard CallMeBettyJo’s adorable utterances, “I’m fine, I’ll be glad to show you as soon as it’s healed up some.” That did sound alarming. Xi hurried a bit more. Lrangaka was shedding fur again as CallMeBettyJo was fending off Xir’s truhands. Xi was wringing xir’s falsehands and reaching for what looked like a bandage on CallMeBettyJo.

“CallMeBettyJo, you are injured! Why was I not informed!”

“I’m not injured. I just got a [no translation]. It just needs a little more time to heal. But to ease y’all’s minds, I’ll show you.”

CallMeBettyJo peeled off part of her bandage; that couldn’t be safe. Her skin was colored underneath it.

“Y’all like it? It’s a [flying avian] on a [mammal plantfiber]. A little touch of home.”

Ch’ch’tk tried to understand. “You painted your epidermis?”

“I did for awhile, to see if I liked it enough to make it permanent. This last trip home, I took the plunge.”

Almost afraid to ask, but bearing up to xi’s responsibility to the health of the crew, “How is it made permanent?”

“Oh, the artist sticks a needle feeding ink into my dermis. Once the skin heals, it’s all good. I can’t wait.”

“Is this a rite of passage? Religious significance? Part of adulthood?”

“Naw, I was just a little homesick.”

With a sigh, Ch’ch’tk began xi’s efforts to soothe Lrangaka and prevent further fur loss.

Betty Shelby will return to work five days after her acquittal in Terence Crutcher’s death

  • In America, you can be acquitted of manslaughter for fatally shooting an unarmed black man one week, and the next week you can return to duty.
  • That seems to be the story of Betty Jo Shelby, the Tulsa, Oklahoma, police officer found not guilty Wednesday of first-degree manslaughter in the September shooting death of Terence Crutcher. Shelby plans to return to work on Monday, the Associated Press reported. Read more. (5/20/17, 10:31 AM)
Officer Betty Jo Shelby was acquitted for one and only one reason - she’s white.

The video literally showed that she was 100% guilty.

There is never a reason for a police officer to shoot someone whose hands are up.

And if any fucking Conservitard comes on here you will be burned to a crisp and then blocked. Your opinions are unwanted. Go tell your lies to your white trash friends or your white trash masters.

Dressing for the skies with Hera Syndulla

It’s no secret that Hera Syndulla is my favourite character - take on an Empire and fight to death favourite. Yet, somehow, I have never written about her look beyond a single vague half-meta-half-ficlety thing. In part this was because I felt that her look was self-explanatory enough to speak for itself, but certain official writings and a few comments I have received suggested otherwise and gave me impetus to finally create this blog.

It’s Syndulla Sunday (just), so let’s get to it.

In its main, Hera’s costume is simple: an armoured flightsuit. It’s utterly pragmatic, designed for comfort in the pilot’s chair, ease whilst crawling around an engine room and protection whilst out in the field. The paler neckpiece is almost certainly a helmet seal for inevitable incidents. It is simple, and showcases to the galaxy the role that she plays whilst making her as unobtrusive as a Twi’lek can be in an Imperial galaxy. Perfect for allowing Kanan to play the lead. There is a lot of history built into this look, though. History of the galaxy far far away and our world.

Her armour in her s1-2 look neatly alludes to a leftover of the Clone War, hard and soft pieces combined, particularly in the seemingly floating pauldrons and gauntlet gloves (see yesterday’s Hondo post.) These shapes are echoed in S2 episode Homecoming when we finally see Cham, Gobi and Numa, but with obvious differentiations. In the Clone Wars the Rylothean Twi’leks seen appear to wear more traditional fashions, Cham being an outlier layering armour over a more formal look. When we catch up to him those traditional looks appear to have evolved directly to incorporate armour; unsurprising given the endless turmoil on Ryloth. Hera’s incorporation is similar but noticeably different, as is her colour pallette of warm colours against their cool blues as she has broken away and forged her own path of rebellion.

Naturally Hera’s flightsuit is a callback (callforward?) to the X-Wing pilots of the original trilogy in its basic composition, particularly in the webbing details and allusion to the lines of the OT mae wests. The silhouette is much more grounded in history whilst acting as a proto-precursor to Alliance flightsuits. The fuller volume and high-waist of her flightsuit feels like a direct reference to American WW2 WASPs - Women Airforce Service Pilots - one of whom was Jacqueline Cochran (note, Trek fans!) who was the first female pilot to fly a bomber across the Atlantic, and to later break the sound barrier. What better model for the only pilot to ever outfly Darth Vader, and the first pilot of the B-Wing?

Left: Bless that nerd; Right: WASP’s, including Jacqueline Cochran second from the right.

Hera’s flightcap and goggles are a direct salute to the wealth of pioneering early C20th aviatrixes (aviatri?), headphones playing again  in WW2 imagery and all adding to Hera’s pragmatism. (A quick note due to the official errors that referred to above: the flightcaps would typically be leather, quilted and heavily seamed for safety and security with a cotton drill lining. Pleated? Not so much, as pleating would introduce movement and looseness which would render the item impractical. The style of construction in Hera’s cap, other than aesthetic, is for fit and shaping allow as close and secure a fit as possible whilst working with Twi’lek anatomy.)

Amelia Earheart, Amy Johnson, Betty Jo Reed.

The wonderful @lorna-ka played directly on these historical influences in the amazing Mummy AU commission that she did for me. (sorry, had to throw it in here!)

So, not unlike Kanan Hera’s costume is one defensiveness, though driven more from a point of practicality and, in some small part, cultural divergance. Come S2 we finally see Hera sans goggles and headphones, creating a softer look within this boundaries. This is Hera relaxing, settling into her role in her crew and the comfort of being an active part of a larger organisation at last. It also displays trust, which is in a key element of her relationship with Sabine, but also a more subtle part of her development from S1 as she has learn to trust herself, her gut and her own priorities.

This development is furthered in her S3 look. It’s a less overt change than Kanan, Ezra and Sabine’s makeovers, but subtlety is more Hera’s way. As described by Filoni at SWCE:

Hera - because she’s much more a part of the growing rebels alliance - she has more of a military look, a uniform. She wears a rank badge now just to show that she’s really becoming a part of that formalised rebellion. [x]

She was formally granted the rank of captain within the fledgling Alliance in S2, not just of the Ghost, but is now wearing that openly. The addition of tech and pockets to her sleeves further lead into X-Wing pilot flightsuits of the OT. Her shirt has less of that soft historical shape and is more regimented and formal, the colours shifting into those OT greys (a shift that is being seen across Rebels’ colour palette as a whole.) However her silhouette is now much more of an open hybrid between the Ryloth looks worn by Cham and Numa in Homecoming. The open stand-collar shared with Cham, the shift in the cut of her chestplate is building more towards that worn by Numa. (Let it be known now that I am weak for stand collars, so I was absolutely delighted when this look was revealed at SWCE.) Given that we know Cham et al will be coming back in S3, and a trip to Ryloth proper is on the books (Scream), and Homecoming closed on a point of reconciliation between Hera andher father, this suggests a re-embracing of certain elements of Hera’s history and/or a deeper integration of Free Ryloth into the wider Rebellion. (i’m not sure how I would feel about the latter and certain points in Bloodline suggest otherwise. I am also pretty sure that Cham Syndulla would not be down with this.)

This is also a more open look, more vulnerable. The helmet seal is gone, she is less armoured and she is generally more exposed. Gauntlets replaced with short gloves (this an across-the-board shift towards short gloves seen in pretty much all characters, and is an obvious and active push towards that OT aesthetic.) As with the cap, this suggests a further relaxation into her role, and greater confidence in their growing organisation. Even without Kanan taking the role of field general (presumably given his blindness), Hera is settling more into position of, well, desk general, delegating missions and leadership positions to other Ghosts.

It is no longer Syndulla Sunday here, but it is somewhere! With a little luck, someday soon we will see Hera 1) wearing her nerd goggles, and 2) san cap.

Check Out this #OnThisDay Photo of my #Mom from back in the day:) 😀

She was so #Beautiful:) ❤

I swear “Betty Jo” was “straight out of an Episode of ”#MadMen"“, with her dark black hair, green eyes, red lipstick and fingernails, and Always with a Pall Mall Cigarette in one hand and a dry gin and tonic Martini in the other:) haha:) My mom literally was "Betty Draper”, except as a brunette:) 💋

“Betty Jo” had one of the most magnetic personalities, that lit up the whole room when she walked in:) 😊

I remember her talkin’ about living in #California with her father, when she was a young woman just starting out:) I always found her stories so fascinating, about her working in Beverly Hills back in the 50’s:) Now, whether they were all true or not who knows?:) haha:) 😁

I like to think that I have my Mom’s “wild and untamed” spirit:) She definitely loved a party, or two:) haha:) 😉

#HappyBirthday Mom:) I #Love and Miss You!:) 🎂💖😊

Pic: #JamminJo 2017 📷

#Birthdays #Moms #Mothers #HappyEndings

One Friday night, my neighbor came knocking on my trailer door, asking if I had an extra beer. It being payday Friday, I told him I had plenty on deck and told him to come in. As I was I getting him a beer and me another one, my neighbor proceeds to tell me that him and his old lady just got into it because he was sick and tired of her not putting out and him taking matters into his own hands. Now, being bisexual, I looked at this situation as an opportunity to further my chances of getting to suck his cock. In the past year since I moved into the trailer park, me and Russ have become good neighbors; drinking beers on Friday nights, playing poker on Saturday nights and bullshitting on Sundays. And through all of this, I’ve made gestures, but Russ has never taken the bait. All he would do is just smile and nod. When I returned to the couch from getting our beers, Russ began telling me that in the beginning of their marriage, his wife, Betty Jo, would put out two three times a week. That in fact, she was uninhibited and really didn’t have any limits except to take it in the ass. Russ said they tried once, but she told him to stop because he was too big and it was hurting her. Just thinking about taking Russ’ cock deep in my tight man hole was sending chills up and down my spine and causing me to tent my basketball shorts. Now, with it appearing that tonight could be my victory, I didn’t want to do anything too quickly to scare Russ off and ruin my chances. Yet, at the same time, I needed to keep the conversation on track of him not getting any. This way, along with him being upset per not getting any and drinking beer, the odds seemed to be in my favor. So with that being said, since Russ was sitting to my right, I simply crossed my right leg over my left and continued on with my plan. As Russ continue to talk about Betty Jo not wanting to take it in the ass, he proceeds to say that is what he really wanted: to fuck her in the ass. He stated that her pussy was good and her mouth was too, but he really wanted to fuck her in the ass. Russ proceeded that over the past year or so, Betty Jo has been withdrawing from sex all together. Russ stated that she doesn’t even want to give him head any more. As Russ was taking his last swing of beer, he looked at me and pointed to the can. Being a beer drinker myself, I knew that motion indicated he wanted another beer. Since there was a pause in the conversation, I thought I would take advantage and move a little closer to claiming my victory. Returning back to the couch and still sporting a slight tent in my shorts, I carried our beers at waist height so Russ would notice. After all, I had convinced myself that my victory was going to be tonight or never. Sitting back down, I turned to Russ and said that he must have one hell of a size cock if his old lady didn’t want to suck it anymore. Russ grabbed his beer with one hand and his crotch with his other and said that he was average, but better than some and then left out a hardy laugh as if to state that he was really hung like a horse. To which, made me want him even more than before. Again, wanting to make tonight my victory, I looked at Russ and told him to prove it. I told him if he was a man, to put it in my hand and if he was a boy, to go play with is toy. With a hardy laugh and a cocky smile, Russ stated that’s what he had been doing, playing with is toy. Wanting to keep smooth sailing, and yet, plant another seed, I began to laugh as well and told him that I had been doing the same; playing with my toy. Russ began to laugh with a more hardy tone and told me to quit shitting him. He told me that was bullshit because he had seen plenty of girls come in and out of my trailer. And sometimes, when the girls left, they were doing the walk of shame. My planted seed had worked. I was able to make Russ turn the conversation in me. Getting up from the couch, I told Russ that I was going to go get my other lighter since the one I was using, suddenly stopped. As I was getting up, I tugged on my shorts to show Russ, once again, that I was sporting a slight tent in my shorts. Noticing my tent, Russ asked if I had anything good to watch on TV. I told him to find whatever made him happy. As I was walking down the hall towards the living room, I heard the background music of the porn I left in the VCR. As I was crossing in front of the TV to make my way back to the couch, with a smile on my face, I looked at Russ and said it looks like you found something that made him happy. Without skipping a beat, Russ turned to me and said since he’s not able to get any, he might as well watch people who are. What Russ didn’t know is, the porn I left in the VCR was bisexual porn. It was the type that it would start out with the two guys on the girl and then end up with it being the guys on each other. However, Russ was about to find out. So, again, wanting to keep it smooth sailing, I told him that one of the chicks I banged the other day “left” it there. As the porn was playing, it was showing a scene where this blonde headed chick with big boobs was getting split roasted by two well hung guys as the guys kept staring in each others eyes. Knowing the scene where the two guys start to kiss, I told Russ that the chick who “left” the porno there, was a real freak. With an inquiring look in his eyes, Russ asked me what I meant by her being a freak. I proceeded to tell him that she liked to role play, use toys, watch porn, take it in the ass and her being bisexual, she liked group play and threesomes. Damn near choking on his beer, Russ paused the video and asked me if she really was bisexual. With a smile on my face, I nodded my head and said yeah. That she liked eating pussy as much as she liked sucking cock. Russ, tugging at his crotch, pushed play on the VCR and stated he asked Betty Jo to do a threesome, but she never did it. Noticing the tent showing in Russ’ jeans, I knew my plan was working. I knew it would be just a matter of time before I would have my victory. A victory that I had longed for. As Russ was beginning to rub his crotch, the two guys in the porn began to kiss. To my surprise, Russ didn’t stop rubbing his crotch. Instead, he turned to me and before he said anything, I simply said freak. She was a complete freak. Russ began to nod and simply said yeah, a freak. Again, wanting to keep smooth sailing, even though the plan was working, I told Russ if he wanted, he could find another porn to watch. According to plan, Russ, still rubbing his crotch, said he wanted to watch this one. After noticing me rubbing my crotch, with my hand my shorts, I looked at Russ and told him he could do the same. That I’m sure it would be a lot easier to rub. With out skipping a beat, Russ nodded in agreement and started to unbutton his jeans. Seeing this, my heart started to race, my blood rush and my cock, beyond my imagination, became even harder. At this point, my shorts were showing full tent and my cock was aching to be released. Without skipping a beat, Russ turns to me and says to pull it out, free my aching cock. After all, he was about to do the same. Like a kid on Christmas morning, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, I released my cock from it’s entrapment and it sprung back, slapping my stomach. With a calm look on his face, Russ simply stated nice and began to do the same for his cock. Watching in anticipation, my eyes were glued on Russ’ cock. My plan was working, victory was going to be mine. The moment came, Russ released his cock and like mine, it slapped against his stomach. There, in all of it’s glory, laid Russ’ cock. By no means, was he average. Instead, he was massive. He was a massive eight thick inches and uncut. As the guys on the porn began feel each other up as the chick was switching off blowing them, Russ looked at me with a smile and asked if I liked. As I was slowly rubbing my seven inch cut cock, I told him that he was more than average and that I did. Turning back to the porn with his cock in hand, Russ said how nice it would be to get off by any other means than with his own hands. Wanting to make sure water was warm enough to go in, I asked Russ by “any” means. Still jacking is cock, he looked at me and said yes. That was all that I needed. A signed confirmation. Without skipping a beat, I took my shorts off, stood up, walked to Russ and fell to my knees with my mouth open. Not saying a word, Russ grabbed the back of my head an jammed his massive uncut cock deep in my throat. With the glow of my winning victory, I bobbed up and down on Russ’ cock, savoring each inch as Russ moaned in pleasure.

This is Betty and Jo, two pups very much in love.

Betty is an labrador athlete who’s very quiet and shy. Her time is well spent jogging while listening to music. She’s not much of a reader, but loves hearing Jo explain and recount her handcannons about stories she’s read.

Jo is a pit bull who is more the book-type and usually brings her favorites to read under a tree while Betty runs laps. Sometimes she gets so into her books she doesn’t hear Betty walking up to surprise her with a tickle.

This is the first art I’ve posted that more directly reflects how my game currently looks stylewise, as well as characters set in the world! :)