heavily decorated

cocked & loaded [dwayne johnson/vin diesel]

okay, so if i were to write the academy award-winning and world peace-establishing screenplay where Dwayne “the Rock” Johnson and Vin Diesel slowly fall in love, this is what it would look like:

  • vin and dwayne would be bitter Rival Agents for an intelligence agency. both would be up for a Big Promotion.  they would both be working together (but against each other) on something something black market mafia.  the mafia would be involved.  they would be VERY CLOSE to cracking this case.  
  • whoever cracks the case gets the promotion! because things like this are always very clear-cut in movies.  and whoever gets the promotion is the Better Agent, and it’s settled forever.
  • what they don’t expect is when they finally go in to make the Big Bust on The Family is that the Big Players will still be at large–and there will be a BABY.  
  • the baby will fall into agency custody, and will require surveillance in a remote safehouse.
  • “i need YOU TWO to pretend and be this baby’s GAY DADS to protect the baby and keep The Family off our tail while we close in on them,” says Head Intelligence Captain Lupita Nyong’o.  
  • dwayne and vin and baby are begrudgingly moved to a suburb of provincetown, massachusetts. cut to shot of a FOR SALE sign being pulled down, a ford fusion hybrid pulling up behind a moving van.  dwayne and vin step out.  they are both wearing muscle shirts and mirror-lensed aviators.  dwayne grabs a baby bag, throws it over his shoulder.  vin grabs the car seat out of the back, and both of them walk-slow motion up the side walk to their new 800k beach house.  
  • here’s what they expect: passive aggressive co-existence for a couple of weeks, where they try to be the Better Dad in a bid for the promotion they both want.  dwayne will go jogging with the baby every morning!! vin will wear her in a sling when he goes to the farmer’s market and smiles at the vendors while feeling up avocados and selecting fresh caught filets of fish!! 
  • here’s what they don’t expect: their next door neighbors are going to be Channing Tatum and Idris Elba and their five beautiful, interracial babies.  they are the perfect Gay Family, but “also,” dwayne says, pushing vin inside from where he’s been grilling steaks and drinking MILLER out of a CAN in broad daylight for the Real Gay Family to see and call over from their patio!!! “these guys are the REAL DEAL.  they’re gonna know something’s up!  i know we’ve had our beef, but we gotta step our game up and work together if we’re gonna make this operation work.”  
  • “you’re right,” vin says.  he’s nodding, looking at a ground, but then up and meeting dwayne’s gaze. “you’re RIGHT.” they’re gonna make this partnership work!!! they are going to be the BEST GAY DADS.
    • CUT TO: vin and dwayne staring at the king sized mattress in the master bedroom.  “i can just–” vin says, but dwayne grabs him by the shoulder and shakes it playfully.  “no man,” he says. “it’s all in or nothing.” 
    • CUT TO: them jogging together with baby playfully squealing from her stroller early in the morning.  
    • CUT TO: vin playfully feeding dwayne grapes at the farmer’s market.  “it’s all or nothing,” he repeats, raising his eyebrows (???? eyebrow folds? idk man). dwayne rolls his eyes and TAKES THE BITE.  
  • CUT TO: channing tatum in monogrammed shorts and pink polo and boat shoes on their front door step with one of his many perfect, precious toddlers on his shoulders, asking them to dinner.  “uh yeah,” dwayne says, cool as a cucumber. he’s not freaking out (he’s totally freaking out!!).  “we’ll bring the wine.”
  • “we’ll bring the wine?” vin repeats, in a hushed voice so the neighbors and baby don’t hear them fighting. “do you know anything about wine? they probably have a second house in france!  i haven’t had anything that didn’t come from a box since–since ever! what were you thinking?” “i panicked!  it seemed like the right thing to say!” 
    • TIRES SCREECH as the ford focus hybrid drifts into the whole foods parking lot.  
  • they show up out of breath, foreheads glistening, with baby in her favorite babybjorn, feet kicking from the day’s excitement of wine shopping.  vin, wheezing, passes a bottle of red and a bottle of white.
    • “oh, a chateau coutet barsac,” idris says with a chuckle, showing the label to channing. “remember that time–?” and oh my GOD, they have inside jokes!! 
    • (”we don’t have any inside jokes!!” dwayne whispers when they immediately excuse themselves halfway through a tour of the house. “that’s because you are the least funny person i know!” vin replies. “god, i hate you!!!” they both probably hiss at each other.)
  • the worst and best part of the night is when they’re serving the roast veg salad, and channing says with the best intentions, “so, how did you two meet?”
    • “uh,” vin says.
    • “the gym,” dwayne says. which, actually turns out to be true.  they look at each other, smile soft and genuine for once at each other, REMEMBERING. before they were BITTER RIVALS, they met at the academy gym and were GYM BUDDIES.  they used to have FUN trying to beat each other’s PR on the treadmill, they used to LOVE shit talking each other when they spotted each other bench pressing, they used to snap towels at each other’s asses in the locker room and totally not check each other out or anything!!! and then they were both accepted to the same position at work and they stopped being friendly for whatever reason.  they stop smiling, they look away from each other.  “anyway.”
    • “we met building houses for habitat for humanity,” idris offers, because of COURSE THEY DID.
  • the second worst part of the night is when channing mentions during the dessert course that two weeks from now is the annual May Day Homeowner’s Neighborhood Block Party Crab Cookoff, and maybe dwayne and vin would like to host to get to know everyone else in the neighborhood! 
  • vin has had like, three more glasses of wine than everyone else, and with aid of liquid confidence, shrugs his shoulders and leans back in his chair and says, “yeah, man, we’d love to.”
    • “’yeah, man, we’d love to?’” dwayne repeats when they’re walking home, baby asleep in her bjorn. 
    • “sorry, did you want me to give ourselves away? what happened to being the best? we’re trying to be believable!” 
    • “yeah,” dwayne says, watching vin strip off his shirt and pants and toss them over his shoulder into their spare hamper before crawling into their bed.  it’s routine.  they both have their sides of the bed.  “believable.”
    • the bedroom is quiet as they face away from each other at the edges of the mattress.  eventually dwayne asks, “do you remember why we stopped being friends?”
    • for a second he thinks maybe vin’s gone to sleep.  but he turns over.  “no,” he says.  “or yeah, maybe. as soon as i realized we would both be seeing action, it became too much of a risk.  friendship.  it was easier to lose you as a friend on my terms than lose you as a friend because you got your dumbass killed.”
    • they decide to be friends again.  you know, for the baby.  for work. whatever.  
  • they get so caught up in planning the May Day Homeowner’s Neighborhood Block Party Crab Cookoff, making inside jokes and ignoring the increasing casual physical intimacy between them that they don’t realize they are BEING WATCHED.
  • the mafia is HERE and they want their BABY and they want dwayne and vin DEAD.  
  • the M.D.H.N.B.P.C.C happens and everything is going according to plan, and they are about to have dwayne judge the bisque portion of the competition, but no one has seen dwayne anywhere!!!!
  • are there warehouses in provincetown??? is there a bad part of provincetown??? anyways, that’s probably where the mafia took dwayne.  vin is FREAKING OUT, how does he save dwayne??? how does he protect the baby, who they are using dwayne as ransom for??? who will judge the bisque portion of the crab cookoff???
  • idris puts a hand on his shoulder.  he’s been watching the entire time.  “i’ll take the baby into our panic room–” OF COURSE THEY HAVE A PANIC ROOM, “and channing will judge the bisque portion of the crab cookofff.  you go save your man.”
  • CUT TO: vin getting geared up to go out and kick some mafia ass, entering their walk-in closet and grabbing GUNS and a BULLET PROOF VEST and lacing up his L.L BEAN MEN’S GORETEX LEATHER BOOTS.  
  • vin takes out the entire warehouse-or-whatever of mafia lackeys and comes across dwayne tied up and blindfolded.
  • “who’s there!” dwayne demands, like he’s ready to fight despite himself.  vin takes three strong steps forward and grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him in for a kiss.  “guess who,” he replies.  dwayne smiles.
  • just then the Final Boss shows up as dwayne is being untied and like, something dramatic happens or whatever, but it’s okay.  they die or go to jail or something, it doesn’t really matter, because dwayne and vin are in LOVE and they’re gonna adopt the hell out of that baby.
  • CUT TO: a month later.  Head Intelligence Captain Lupita Nyong’o is disappointed when vin won’t accept his promotion.  
  • “i would,” he says, heavily decorated for saving dwayne in the field and taking down the mafia family.  “but the code of conduct says that it would be a conflict of interest if i was my husband’s supervisor.” BAM! THE END.  THEY’RE MARRIED.  WORLD PEACE UNLOCKED.   DONALD TRUMP IMPEACHED.  EVERYONE LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Totally useless information: I am that kind of person who wears grey or navy and calls that a colourful outfit. I am an all-in-black person, but sometimes I wear green like this one: a slightly darker that what we would nowadays call olive or military green.

This court coat and waistcoat are wonderful examples of the clothing that was needed to be worn in (duh) court at the end of the century: perfect, heavily decorated, hiper elegant and pretty much over the top. Damn, I wish I could embroider like that… or even make a proper coat (JUST LOOK AT THE BACK PLEATS!! Sorry, I’ll go cry in the corner).

Green velvet court coat and matching ivory satin waistcoat, ca, 1790, France.


Palace of Tobiah  (Qasr al-Abd)

Iraq al-amir, Jordan

200 BCE

Although little is known for definite about the history of Qasr al-Abd it is widely believed to have been built by a Tobiad notable, Hyrcanus of Jerusalem, head of the powerful Jewish Tobiad family and governor of Ammon. Credence for this theory is gained from the fact that the Hebrew name ‘Tuvya’ or 'Toviyya’ (Tobias) is engraved (טוביה but in a more Aramaic script) above the adjacent burial caves of Iraq al-Amir, which share their name with the nearby village.

The heavily decorated two-storey stone structure (measuring about 40 metres by 20 metres, and 13 metres high) is a rare example of Hellenistic architecture in Jordan. In the 1st century AD, Flavius Josephus described it as, “A strong fortress, which was constructed entirely of white marble up to the very roof and had beasts of gigantic size carved on it; and he enclosed it with a wide and deep moat”. The castle is built from some of the largest single blocks of any building in the Middle East, with the largest block measuring seven by three metres. However, these blocks were at most only 40 centimetres wide (making the building relatively vulnerable to the earthquake which destroyed it). 


The Practice of the Tibetan Kapala,

Common in Hindu and Buddhist Tantric traditions, especially those practiced in Tibet, a Kapala is a ceremonial vessel made from a human skull.  Sometimes, the skull could be heavily decorated with silver, bronze, turquoise, and various stones or gems, sometimes it could be a plain skull that has elaborate carvings. Usually the skulls were collected from sky burials, a practice in which a corpse is left on the side of a mountain so that birds can feed upon.  This is based on the idea that nothing should go to waste.  The purpose of the Kapala was as a container to hold offerings to various Hindu and Tibetan deities.

you’re an ambassador of a roman province and have traveled far from home to meet gaius julius caesar to discuss some political problem you wish he will eventually understand. entering a military tent heavily decorated with miniature busts of alexander the great, you find him clothed in an early version of iron man’s suit sitting in lotus position on his chair. he sends a sick fire through his palm obliterating the front door, muttering to himself “bet you didn’t see this coming, gaul”. you look above, mark antony is taped to the ceiling


Replica Colt Model 1851 Dragoon single action revolver presented to the Russian Czar and Ottoman Emperor.

In the 1854 Samuel Colt center picture) ordered the production of two heavily decorated Colt Model 1851 Dragoon single action revolvers, which were decorated by master engraver Alvin A. White.  Each revolver featured a portrait of George Washington on the cylinder and the Marquis de Lafeyette on the frame.  Each were heavily decorated with gold inlays and intricate scroll work engraving.  One was presented to Sultan Abdulmecid I, Emperor of the Ottoman Empire (left picture) and Czar Alexander II, Emperor of Russia.  Both leaders were adversaries during the Crimean War, and the purpose of the gifts were to celebrate the end of the war.

The revolver gifted to Abdulmecid II is currently on display at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

New Headcannons

Woooah new text post.

-So anyways I think it’d be very interesting if cats decorated themselves for events/ceremonies especially the leaders. In Wolves Of The Beyond the wolf chieftains weaved prey bones into their fur to create a special “song” when they walked, leaders will do this at Gatherings or ceremonies.

-Leaders will weave bones, plants, and flowers into their fur as well as creating a crown of flowers, etc.

-They could also use different berries to stain their fur and such.

-It was rumored Brokenstar stained his fur with deathberries and kit blood. 

-Battle paint is often used when going to war

 -Medicine cats and leaders will always keep some flowers and bones dressed at all times (though not all their outfit stays on 24/7).

-Deputies will typically have some sort of small accessory on them to dignify them.

-Riverclan cats nearly always use shells and fishbones, as well as willow, lilies, and pond irises. For added sparkle they also use fish scales.

-Thunderclan usually uses mouse, vole, and squirrel bones with brambles, thistles, daisies, and bracken. They often use sparrow, jay, or robin feathers too.

-Shadowclan overall decorates with the most bones which are usually snake, frog, rat, bat, or lizard. Bat wings, dried frog legs, raven or crow feathers, and lizard or snake scales are often incorporated. Out of all Clans they use flowers the least though leaders and highly honored warriors collect roses.

-In the Clans flowers are not seen as “feminine” Tigerstar’s crown actually included blood red roses and thorns.

-Shadowclan is infamous for coating their claws in deathberry juice or snake venom in battle.

-Windclan uses the most flowers out of the five. They love sweet scented flowers of all kinds, their garb is known to be softer in both texture and color. They often use sheep’s wool as added fluff. Very battle hungry warriors/leaders or tunnelers are honored with rabbit skulls and bones.

-Hawkheart was the only medicine cat known to Windclan to incorporate bones in his dress.

-Windclan tunnelers would wear crystals or pretty rocks during ceremonies. Their crowns nearly never contained flowers or grass but mostly bones, roots, and twigs.

-Skyclan’s crowns were very different and often included Twoleg things such as cloth or glass. They were made mostly of bird and squirrel bones and feathers.

-Leaders’ and medicine dens are heavily decorated with bones, feathers, fur, and flowers.

-In Thunderclan a deer and two badger skulls are hung on the walls. A badger pelt is also used for the leader’s nest. The badger skulls and pelt were dried and cleaned from two badgers killed in the badger attack.

-In Shadowclan many snake and bat skulls line the walls, in the center being a fox skull and pelt said to have been killed by Cedarstar.

-Windclan’s leader’s cave is centerd around a sheep skull (one had been found dead many moons ago) and rabbit skulls. The sheep’s skin is highly prized and was carried by warriors throughout the Great Journey. There are also innumerable heather flowers in the (underground) den.

-Riverclan decorates with clams and shells mostly. They prefer a more plant and moss orientated leader nest than other clans.

-Skyclan’s leader den has many bird skulls but in the center lies a pile of extraordinarily soft feathers.

-Many warriors dens also contain pelts and such to sleep on.

-It is often the medicine cat’s job to clean and dry pelts and bones. Bones improperly cleaned smell terrible and rot.

-During warrior ceremonies or when announcing mates all the clan will dress win their very best.

-Warriors are buried with their garb though often a mate or kit is allowed to keep a lock of fur and add it to their own dress.

-The warrior’s dress and ceremonial outfit is where the kittypet rumor of “they eat bones!” started.

Anyways sorry that was so long! Hope you guys enjoy :3 I was inspires by @aesthetic-warriors to think of more headcannons!

Life had settled.

Alec knew it wouldn’t be for long, something worse always lays in wait around the corner, but following Valentine’s arrest, life had settled.

And he was, for the most part, loving it.

He loved that Izzy was getting healthy again; he loved that Jace wasn’t a Morgenstern with demon blood in him; he loved that the Institute was running with some semblance of normalcy.

He loved that he had the time to be with Magnus, and that that time was rarely interrupted.

Nights were spent in Magnus’ arms, more often than not. Alec had gotten used to waking up surrounded by Magnus in every way possible – his arms, his scent, the constant buzzing that was his magic settling in the air around them. It had quickly become one of his favourite routines after their declarations of love following the slaughtering of the Downworlders by Valentine’s hand.

Alec had been awake on and off for about an hour before he decided to get up. Magnus hadn’t moved from his position spooned up behind him – it seemed like the warlock was in for a rare sleep-in.

That was why Alec so carefully extracted himself from Magnus’ embrace. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to his lover, when Magnus rolled onto his front, arm outstretched over Alec’s spot.

It wasn’t rare that Alec found himself struck by just how much he loved this man, so when it happened again in that moment, he smiled and let the feeling wash over him.

The realisation that he couldn’t spend the day watching Magnus always pulled him away from doing just that. He sighed as silently as he could and started the task of finding his clothes. They’d at least started in the bedroom that night. The previous morning, Alec had been forced to duck around every piece of furniture Magnus had, trying to keep his bits from any eyes that might’ve seen him through the curtain-free windows.

Alec managed to find every piece of clothing he’d worn the day before, except for one sock. Which was odd, because it wasn’t like they threw their socks while undressing. Where one sock was, the other normally wasn’t far away.

He dropped to his hands and knees and searched under the bed, then sat on the edge of the mattress (gently, so as to not wake Magnus) to feel along his legs to see if it was trapped in his pants, then searched through every nook and cranny the heavily-decorated room had.

It wasn’t until he turned with a defeated huff that he finally found the darn thing, held tightly in Magnus’ hand, right over the spot where Alec had been sleeping not ten minutes before.

A barely-there grin adorned Magnus’ face – it was the only thing he was wearing. There was no makeup, no jewellery, and when he’d open his eyes, there’d be no glamour, either.

“Cheeky Warlock,” Alec admonished fondly and slipped onto the bed to retrieve his sock, only to have Magnus’ smile grow as he rolled over and away from him. “C’mere.”

Magnus tucked the hand under his chest when Alec crawled over him. “What’s the password?”

“As much as I’d love to play with you in bed today, Magnus,” Alec said, dropping down to kiss Magnus’ bare shoulder, then another to the bare ridge of his ear, “I have work to do. Demons to kill; bureaucrats to placate.”

His cat eyes shone brightly, playfully. “What’s the password?” Magnus repeated.

Alec straddled his hips and urged Magnus to turn over, but Magnus just stuffed the sock behind his back. He took a guess at the password and kissed Magnus, just a soft peck to his lips.

“Not it, darling; try again.”

So Alec did, bending down to kiss him harder, nipping at Magnus’ lips, slipping his tongue against Magnus’, enough that Magnus’ cheeks were flushed when they pulled away.

“Hmm,” Magnus hummed and nuzzled into Alec’s chin. “Still not it.”

Alec rolled his eyes, but started to pepper Magnus’ jaw, neck and shoulders, leaving a mark or two where they would be visible if Magnus felt like wearing one of his tunics instead of a shirt.

“Not quite, my love.” Alec’s breath caught at the endearment. It always did.

Love. They were in love.

It didn’t stop him from raising an eyebrow at Magnus, though. “Oh?” he asked and started to trail his mouth lower. He nipped at a nipple, then the other, and felt the rumble of Magnus’ chesty chuckle against his lips.

“As much as I love the direction you’re taking this in,” he paused to gasp when Alec’s kisses brought him to his belly button, “but that’s not it, either.”

Alec wasn’t too sure of that; he could feel Magnus’ hardness against his him.

“My Alexander, it is a password. What your mouth can say, not what it can do to me.” Magnus stifled a yawn and it might have been the most endearing thing Alec had ever seen. “Actually,” he continued, “this password from your lips does all sorts of wonderful things to me.”

Alec crawled back up Magnus’ body, cupped his face with his hands, and placed a long and languid kiss to Magnus’ mouth.

“I love you,” he said, meaning it more than ever, as he did with every time he said it, and Magnus positively glowed under him.

“I love you too.”

They kissed a little while longer, the sock and the day forgotten.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I noticed many embroidered sheets of cloth in Slavic culture. What is the purpose of it? Could you explain on that? Thanks.

Hello anon!
I can only guess what you mean - the name is kútna plachta (”corner cloth”), and it was used in many Slavic countries. I will use Slovak and Czech examples here. 
It is really an embroidered sheet of cloth: 

What was it for? As the name says, this piece of cloth was hung in the corner of the room (position varies throughout regions), in order to create a private, personal space for mother and baby after birth: 

It is basically a great disproof of the wide-spread idea “In the past, the mother gave birth right in the field and resumed working”.
NO. That´s not true. Corner cloth is the proof. 

Corner cloth was used in the lying-in time, that is six weeks after birth. During that time, the mother could devote all her time exclusively to herself and the baby, as within the corner cloth area, she was not to be disturbed. 
During that time, relatives would come to provide warm food and do the housework. Again, it was no visits to see the baby. The woman was not disturbed. 
In a way, this was much better than the present situation in some aspects - the woman did not have to expect visitors, take care of the husband and other children. nothing. 

The cloth was usually embroidered or decorated heavily: 

The reason is, this cloth was considered a ritual piece. 

In some areas of Slovakia, the cloth was embroidered during maidenhood, and the bride was wearing it around her arms during the wedding ceremony. 

If you have any other examples from different countries, please let me know! 

I´d love to find out if there is a similar tradition present outside the slavic world. :)

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Anhotep I, Ancient Egyptian Warrior Princess, Hyksos War, “cleansed Egypt of the Hyksos”.

Queen Boudicca, led the Iceni Rebellion against Rome, 1st century.

Relief of two Roman gladiatrices found at Halicarnassus, Roman Empire

Hua Mulan, Tang Dynasty China, disguised herself as a man to fight in her father’s stead.  Inspired the Disney movie “Mulan”.

The Trung Sisters, 1st Century Vietnam, rebelled against the Chinese Empire.

Joan of Arc, the Hundred Years War. Led the French to victory against the English.

Tomoe Gozen, 12th-13th century Samurai.  The woodblock print below depicts her beheading the Samurai Moroshige of Musashi at the Battle of Awazu.

Matilda of Tuscany, Middle Ages, Investiture Conflict, personal bodyguard of the Pope.

The Isabella de Carazzi and Diambra de Pettinella Duel, circa 1552.

Julie d'Aubigny, 17th century swordsmen and opera singer. Considered one of the greatest duelists in history.

Mary Read and Anne Bonney, 17th/18th century pirates.

Elizabeth “Lady Bare Knuckles Stokes, popular bareknuckle boxer in Britain, early 18th century. Fought both men and women, was also noted for her skill with the broadsword and cudgel.

Hannah Snell, Royal Marine, Seven Years War, disguised herself as a man.

Deborah Sampson, American Revolution, disguised herself as a man. Removed a musket ball from her thigh with a knife.

The “Petticoat Duel” between Almeria Braddock and Mrs. Elphinstone, circa 1792.

Nadezhda Andreyevna Durova,  most heavily decorated soldier in the Russian Cavalry during the Napoleonic Wars.

Pine Leaf, Crow Nation War Chief, 19th century

Harriet Tubman, American Civil War, spy, army scout, and co-commander of Union forces during the Combahee River Raid.

Loretta Valsaquez, American Civil War, Confederacy. Disguised herself as a man.

Frances Lousia Clayton, disguised herself as a man to fight with her husband, Union Army, American Civil War.

Cathay Williams, 38th Infantry (Buffalo Soldiers) during the late 19th century. Disguised herself as a man.

“Stagecoach” Mary Fields, Old West icon, once shot a man in the bum in a gunfight after he called her a nigger.

The Dahomey Amazon’s, West Africa 19th century.  The most feared warriors of the Kingdom of Dahomey.  Their favorite pastime was to decapitate their captured enemies.

Princess Pauline Metternich and Countess Kielmannsegg Duel of 1892

One of many “Soldateras” during the Mexican Revolution

Captain Flora Sandes, World War I, English woman who fought in the Serbian Army.  Won the Serbia’s highest honor (the Order of the Karađorđe’s Star) after leading her company on a successful assault despite being wounded by a grenade and in a bout of hand to hand combat.

Edith Gerrud, the Jiu Jitsu Suffragist

Spanish Civil War.

Lydia Litvyak, Soviet Air Force, World War II: First female fighter ace, first kill scored by a woman, highest scoring female fighter pilot with 16 kills. Heroine of the Soviet Union.

Nancy Wake, World War II, commanded a 7,000 man resistance group in France. Was tortured by the Gestapo for 4 days and never talked.  On the flip side she was known for interrogating enemy spies and getting them to talk, then executing them.

The 46th Taman Guards Night Bomber Group, a Soviet all female bomber group during World War II.  Nicknamed “The Night Witches” by the Germans because of their stealthy bombing tactics.

Partisan Fighter, World War II

Lyudmilla Pavlichenko, Soviet Sniper during World War II, deadliest female sniper with 309 kills. Heroine of the Soviet Union.

Mariya Oktyabrskaya, Soviet tank driver during World War II, Heroine of the Soviet Union.

Capt. Kim Campbell, US Air Force, A10 Warthog pilot during the Iraq War, the pictures speak for themselves.

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I’m not one for theorizing but in the left pic from the promo for 2b Alec is in a heavily decorated room (Magus’s) and he looks defensive and freaked out. Then in the right pic from the sneak peek for the body swap episode Alec is at Magnus’s Apartment in what seems to be the same outfit as in the left pic (dark shirt, brownish pants, greenish jacket with a double zipper)

Does Valentine!Magnus attack Alec? Is the sneak peek moments before Alec figures out that Magnus is not Magnus?

Disclaimer: I am usually super wrong about these things. Alec does seem like the kind of person to wear the same clothing for a week. It’s just that I have wondered what that pic of Alec had been since I saw the original promo. My main thought being “Isn’t that one of Magnus’s Rooms?”

anonymous asked:

Can I ask for a little jump ahead in the future of the Reverse one with Padawan Obi being Knighted with Panakin and Soka and all the clones here ?

It takes him by surprise one early morning when he wakes up in the bunk of a shuttle on the way home to the temple and to his family. It shouldn’t yet Anakin admits it to Padme and Qui-Gon later that he just hadn’t noticed.

Qui-Gon had laughed and patted him on the shoulder and told him it was common, that all Master’s had that same moment.

Obi-Wan is no longer a child, no longer a boy.

He’s seventeen and lanky, his jawline is defined and his profile strong with stubble’s lining his jaw. No baby fat in those cheeks anymore, only freckles and the faint scars from Obi-Wan’s stay with Ventress so many years ago.

Practically an adult.

Practically ready to be a knight.

Practically ready to leave Anakin’s side.

Anakin reached out and cupped the others cheek, smiling a bit when Obi-Wan only twitched and then continued sleeping as he felt safe in the others presence, feeling safe. “When did you get so big Obi-Wan?” He whispered while stroking the stubble covered jaw then capturing the long braid, caressing the beads Obi-Wan had earned both in war and peace.

The remains of the CSI had bubbled out with only few rebelling pockets remaining and being dealt with accordingly as to their own planets justice systems which left the clone army in limbo for a while.

And then Padme had lobbied for them to get a planet of their own, the clones settling down to make it habitable, soon enough others joined them on it. The planet was highly militaristic in their government thanks to the clones training but with help from several Senators, they were doing fine, they had export and families and so much more then a life in war.

Not everyone settled on the planet, many troopers with Jedi commanders and general opted to remain on Coruscant with them, joining the Judaical forces that the war had depleted, becoming bodyguards for Senators and some even started little shops.

Boil and Waxer had a tea shop of all thing.

Qui-Gon often had a batch of clones with him for relief missions though the old gundark was thinking of perhaps retiring to the temple, claiming age was catching up to him.

And then he’d promptly get in a sparring session with some young whippersnapper and win. So there was that.

And the Order…had changed.

So many were attached to the people they had lived and died beside despite trying to remain aloof, there had to be a change.

Anakin had expected to have to leave the order at the end of the war, to leave Obi-Wan in Qui-Gon’s capable hands only for the order to change right from under him. Suddenly his marriage to Padme wasn’t the only one, just the most prolific one, especially when the twins became apparent.

Obi-Wan had adored both and played with them quite happily.

Seeing what he was seeing now…perhaps Obi-Wan could train one of them?

“…Not for a few more years.” Anakin chuckled quietly and leaned forward, pressing a slight kiss to the others forehead gently. “Sleep well Obi-Wan.”


“Who presents this padawan for his knighting.” Mace offered the ceremonial words.

“I, Anakin Skywalker, do.” Anakin stepped forward beside Obi-Wan. “I have seen his trials and his worth, he is ready.” He tried to keep serious, but his lips kept twitching upwards as the twenty three year old in front of him puffed his chest out proudly, eyes wide and eager.


Ready to be the knight Anakin saw in him, ready to fly the coop and be a very great Jedi, negotiator and saber duelist.

“And has he filled his oath?” Mace questioned.

“He has.” Anakin nodded.

“Then the council confers on the rank of Obi-Wan Kenobi, now a knight of the order.” Mace allowed a small smile at the redhead. “May you go forth in the light young knight.”

Obi-Wan bowed low then turned to Anakin, eyes sparkling in glee as Anakin raised the viroblade to the heavily decorated braid hanging at his right ear and smoothly cut it with nostalgia raising in his chest. “May you go forth in the light young knight.” Anakin whispered as the copper braid coiled up in his hand. “I am SO proud of you.” He added as Obi-Wan wrapped his callused hands around Anakin’s tanned fist, closing it around the braid with a smile.

“I owe you my knighthood, please accept this token as I walk in the light.” Obi-Wan grinned then quickly added. “Thank you Panakin.”

Anakin squeezed his hand around the braid as they bowed to the council before they left the council chamber, Anakin unable to resist resting his hand on the others shoulder while placing the coil of hair in his belt pocket. “Come on, I have a surprise for you.” He grinned.

“Oh?” Obi-Wan grinned back, curious.

Anakin just grinned and dragged him along by the hand on his shoulder, feeling Obi-Wan’s glee and curiosity like a physical thing in the Force despite the dissolving padawan bond between them.

A speeder ride later Obi-Wan felt his eyebrows raise high before he grinned and looked at Anakin. “You arranged a party.”

“More like Padme and I did.” Anakin grinned back.

Obi-Wan turned back to the building, reaching out into the building full of people he knew. The twins, Padme, their troopers, Qui-Gon, Ahsoka and Bant. He could feel them all, excited for him, excited to greet the new knight.

“Come on, they made your favorite cake.” Anakin laughed and pulled Obi-Wan into the building and into the warmth, streamers hanging everywhere they could see.


Obi-Wan caught two ten year old missiles that raced into his arms, one beneath each arm as he beamed around the room, meeting the smiling faces of the ones that mattered the most to him as he squeezed the kids to him.

The future was bright for all of them.

Amsterdam Pride - alle kleuren van de regenboog!

Yes! It’s almost that time of year again where Amsterdam hosts probably the largest LGBTQIA (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transsexual, Queer, Intersex and Asexual) Pride celebration in the world.

It shall commence on Saturday 29th July 2017 and end on Sunday 6th August 2017 (with the infamous Canal Parade taking place on Saturday 5th August).

Let’s have a little history lesson.

Most people are aware that the Netherlands is very well known for its historically progressive approach to LGBT rights. In fact, it is considered to be the most culturally liberal in the world. Recent polls have shown that 90% of the Dutch people support same-sex marriage. Overwhelmingly large for an entire country!

Same-sex activity was first legalised in the Netherlands way back in 1811 after France invaded the country and installed the Napoleonic Code, erasing any remaining sodomy laws and no more were enacted after the country received independence.

Tolerance and awareness towards homosexuality grew and eradicated the consensus that it was considered to be a mental illness in 1973 and banned the law for discrimination of sexual orientation in the military. In 1987, the Homomonument memorial (a large pink granite triangle in the middle of Amsterdam) was erected to “inspire and support lesbians and gays in their struggle against denial, oppression and discrimination” and to pay respect to all of the gay men and lesbians who were tormented in World War II due to their homosexuality. This monument is the first in the world to commemorate gays and lesbians who were killed by the Nazis.

In 1993, the Equal Rights Law was installed where the discrimination of sexual orientation was banned in places of employment, housing, public accommodations, and more. Same-sex Registered Partnerships were legalised in 1998, closely followed by same-sex Marriage in 2001. This includes the right for same-sex joint and step adoption, lesbians may access IVF treatment if desired and transsexuals are allowed to change their legal gender (following diagnosis, but not necessarily with surgery or hormonal treatment).

A bit more about the Pride festival itself.

The first ever Amsterdam Pride was organised in 1996 with a focus on celebrating freedom and diversity, rather than demonstrations of equal rights as with most other Gay Prides. Roze Zaterdag/Pink Saturday is the event (which first occurred in 1977) that relates to the movement for gay rights specifically, rather than a celebration for all. I will talk about that another time!

The full week is chock-a-block with various activities for LGBT supporters, including exhibitions, cultural and sport events. The colourful celebrations happen citywide, with the most anticipated being the Canal Parade which involves heavily decorated boats, floats and musical performances drifting down the main canals for the party-goers to enjoy. Finally, there is a huge closing party on the Sunday on Rembrandtplein.

It’s absolutely worth visiting!

To date, this is probably one of my most favourite festivals I have ever attended in Europe. Last year was my first visit, just after we first moved to the Netherlands in fact, and it’s vibrant and fun, and the atmosphere made it impossible to not just feel excited and happy.

I understand that some people feel perhaps intimidated by an event such as this, and this could be for a whole host of reasons from upbringing to just not being that into a party environment. Let me tell you, not once did I feel like I was forced out of my comfort zone by another. Everyone was truly respectful and open.

It really is just a celebration for diversity and freedom.

So, if you’ve never been and feel like a party, ik beveel het sterk aan!

jynxblock  asked:

I like when you call it hmcouture because I always read it like someone's judgementally saying "Hm" couture



Georgi walks in with sunglasses that are too heavily-decorated with jewels to properly function as sunglasses.

“Hm… couture?” Michele asks, turning to Sara. She considers it for a moment.

“Couture,” she decides.

JJ wears a tuxedo jacket heavily monogrammed wth his initials.

Emil starts, “Hm… cout—”

“No,” the entire team choruses.

Yuuri wears a cropped Yeezy sweater and tight Adidas soccer pants.

“Hm… not REALLY couture, but…” They all look at each other and shrug.

“Still gorgeous,” someone says and they all nod in agreement and add, “yep” “mhm” “kinda in love with him” “same yeah” “uh huh”

Puppy - James Van Riemsdyk

A/N: So there isn’t a request for this one, but I wrote it for @carey-pricemas. If you don’t follow her then you definitely should, she is an amazing writer. I hope you like it, Katie!

Word count: 1210

Warnings: none.

Master list

Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

“JAMES, JAMES, JAMES!” I yell from the other side of the hall. “Look at him.”

James comes to where I am and looks at the puppy I am point at. James and I have been dating for a little over two years now and we have decided to take another step in our relationship, getting a dog. We, well I, had done a lot of research to figure out the breed of the puppy, but when James told me that he would like to adopt a dog from a shelter I threw away all my notes and we went for it.

“I’m pretty sure that he is a she, baby.” James laughs, looking at the overexcited dog that didn’t stop barking and jumping all over her cage. “Her name is Bambi.” He says, reading the little card with the dog’s information.

“Wasn’t Bambi a boy?” I ask, confused. “I mean, I think Bambi was a boy. But Bambi is a better name for a girl than a boy.”

James looks at me and then back at the brown-eyed puppy. The card says that she is a nine-months-old mix of golden retriever and cocker spaniel. He reads that she was found at the side of the road in summer, probably abandoned by a family that couldn’t take care of her during their vacation.

“Do you like her?” He wonders, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to his body. “She seems pretty active but she will get big.”

I frown a little, thinking about it; size was a big concern for us, since we live in an apartment and we don’t want our dog to feel claustrophobic at home, but Bambi seems to be fine in the cage she is.

“I know… but I really like her.” I confess, getting my hand in between the bars of the cage and letting Bambi smell it.

The puppy seems please with the sniff, because she barks happily and licks my hand, making James and I laugh.

“I think that she has chosen you.” My boyfriend comments and I nod, giving him a look to mimic me.

James looks reluctant about it for a second, but he sticks his hand in the cage and Bambi steps away from me and goes to him, smelling his hand. It takes her a little bit longer that she had before, but she starts jumping up and down to get James to pet her.

“She has chosen us.” I correct James and he nods, scratching the spot behind here ears, making the dog bark happily. “Do you want to come with us, gorgeous?” I ask, squatting in front of her to look at her in the eye.

Bambi stops moving and looks at me back, turning her head like she is trying to understand me.

“Do you want to be our baby?” I ask again and the dog turns her head to the other side, making our hearts melt outta cuteness.

I am about to ask her again when she starts jumping around and barking, and I imagine her letting all the dogs know that she has found a home.

Filling out the paperwork is exhausting; we have to sign what it feels a thousand times, adoption papers, legal responsibility papers, vaccines papers… and after what it seems like forever we are done and we can take Bambi home with us.

A couple of the workers give us a couple tips about how to spend the next hours with her, but they assure us that Bambi was pretty well trained by their previous family and that we shouldn’t have any trouble getting her settled in our home.

“Let’s go, pretty thing.” James says, grabbing the leash the worker is handing to him and starting to walk.

Bambi is good at walking on a leash, we decide as soon as we step outside; she walks by our side and doesn’t pull on the leash once.

“I’ll sit on the back with her.” I say, opening the door and getting on the backseat, scooting over until I’m sitting on the opposite side of the car. “Bambi, come here!”

The dog seems reluctant at first, but after a few seconds of my patting the seat she jumps in and I can’t help it but to let out a happy yelp.

“Sit down, girl.” I tell her and she does, making James laugh while he shuts the door softly so he doesn’t scare her.

The car ride isn’t as smooth as walking to the vehicle, but we can agree that we didn’t expect everything to go perfect. Bambi gets scared a few times and starts barking, but I am quick to pet her and try to calm her down until James parks the car on our spot in the garage and we can get off the car.

“Ready to see your new home, pretty face?” James coos at the puppy and she licks his hand in return. 

I wake up at a big tongue sweeping across my cheek and I pull my hands up, trying to stop the happy puppy from cleaning my whole face. Bambi doesn’t seem amused by my rejection and she walks up to James, laying across his chest and repeating the same actions.

“Merry Christmas, Bambi.” He says, running his hand on her fur, making her wiggle her tail.

If someone had told me that James would spoil our dog so much I would have never agreed to get one in the first place… well, that might be too extreme but James is absolutely in love with his puppy and spoils her rotten, getting her a thousand toys, letting her sleep on the bed and feeding her his own food under the table.

It’s been a month since we got Bambi and neither her nor us could be any happier. She keeps me company while James is away, always lying with me on the couch to watch her daddy’s games.

“I’ll take her out.” James says, rolling to his side and wrapping his huge arm around my waist. “You do it all the time.”

I nod, my eyes still shut; it is Christmas and everything is ready for us to open up presents, but I want to sleep a little longer.

“Take her out and we will open the presents when you are back.” I say nuzzling into my pillow.

The bed feels cold after James has left, but Bambi stays at my feet until James is ready to go, trying to get our dog to wear a rain cape and failing miserably.

I don’t realize that I have fallen back asleep until James calls me after what it seems a minute after he had left.

“(y/n), baby, come on.” He says, shaking me gently. “Let’s open Christmas presents.”

I don’t want to get up but I let James pull me out of bed and guide me to the living room where our tree is set up. There are three piles under the heavily decorated three, one of them much bigger than the other two.

“If we spoil our dog this much I don’t know what we are going to do with our kids.” James says and I can’t help it but to laugh.