i had to google the uniforms

jamyesterday  asked:

CAPTAIN AMERICA IRC FUNDRAISER: Steve Rogers's bloody-mindedness (in the Br Eng sense of the word).

I had to google bloody-minded just to make sure I wasn’t mistaking the sense of the word! I didn’t know there was more than one definition, but I’m going with “stubborn and intractable” :D Hope that’s the one you meant. 

The SSR high command, which still technically had command over Captain Steve Rogers, was composed of Allied officers – mostly British and US, with a few Canadians. At the moment, all of them were mad at Steve Rogers. 

“Be reasonable, Captain,” one of them said, and Steve, impressive in his Cap uniform, crossed his arms, leather creaking.

“I don’t see how I’m the unreasonable one here,” he said. “If they’re good enough to serve in this man’s army they’re good enough to serve in an integrated unit. I need them. All of them.”

“Surely you can find more…appropriate candidates with similar skills,” one of the officers wheedled.

“Nope,” Steve said shortly. 

“Captain, must you be so bloody-minded?” 

Steve tilted his head. “Ain’t that mostly what war’s about?”

“We can’t integrate your unit,” an American general said. “You can’t lead the only integrated unit in the Army. Bad for morale.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to integrate the entire Army,” Steve said. The naked looks of horror on their faces almost made him smile, if it weren’t so sad. “Gentlemen, I’m a war hero now and you need me. More’n I need you. You can’t jail me, you can’t send me off quietly, and if you try to put me back on bond sales I’ll go AWOL.”

“Again,” Peggy put in, from just behind and to the left of him.

“Again,” Steve agreed. “And I’ll take your best men with me. Including the ones you won’t put in with the white men. So you give me my integrated unit or you lose Captain America. And if you lose me, I’ll make it a personal mission to see that you integrate the entire Army before this war is through. Up to you.”

There was grumbling, but Steve just stood there, arms crossed, radiating gentle defiance. 

“We’ll consider your petition,” one of them finally said.

“That’s yes,” Steve replied. 

“It’s not – “

“Yes it is. Give me a yes now or I’ll consider it a no.”

More grumbling, but finally one of them nodded. Steve shoved an approval letter at him, and he groaned and signed it. 

Outside, in the hallway, Peggy nearly had to run to keep up with him.

Must you be so bloody-minded,” she mimicked, laughing. Steve grinned at her.

“Before I met you, Carter, I didn’t even know what bloody-minded meant.” 

“Then I suppose you learned from the best,” she pointed out.

“Which they will discover when I make them integrate the entire Army in a couple’a months anyway,” Steve said, as he went to tell the Commandos they’d been cleared for combat. 

Levi wakes to the sound of a car backfiring outside his house. He jolts, suddenly alert and ready to pounce. As he hears the car engine roar outside he breathes a sigh of relief, his eyes adjusted to the soft darkness of his living room the room bathed in burgundy light as the sun shines through the thin curtains. He watched as the dust filters through the light finally standing to open to the early morning.

Began doing the housework at 7am, the cleaning lady will be in during the afternoon for everything he can no longer do, however he remains diligent with his dusting and polishing the television playing in the background some terrible court room show. He leans heavily on his stick as he makes his way through the house dusting and tidying as he goes. How does it even get this messy!? He thinks and scolds himself. The walk up the stairs is always the hardest. Oh, how he used to fly, but now his knees prevent him from too much activity. The upstairs remains untouched, all but the wardrobe and bathroom his clothes he cannot remember the last time he fell asleep in his bed. The bathroom is filled with natural light as he begins shaving. He pulls and pushes on deep wrinkles across his face, his grey hair still falling how it did all those years ago. Running old fingers through the back of his hair he makes a mental note to see the barber today.

When he returns down stairs dressed with a small overcoat and his shopping bags he swears softly to himself pulling on a flat cap he makes his way into the early morning and to the bus shelter. It is only a short distance away, around the corner by the new agents. He watches as young children run past bags on backs and skateboards in hands. Shouting to one another as they wait for also make their way to the bus stop.

When the young boys see Levi approaching the all offer him a seat. “Mr Smith! Please sit down, we can all stand it’s okay!”

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so this is a small headcanon I have had for a while and I know I have’t drawn for a while. I like the idea of Erwin having a formal uniform too. I was also experimenting with colouring in photoshop which I have never done before. But I prefer it. The hat reference I pulled from pinterest a while ago. I hope you enjoy the story.  I forgot to say. I didn’t Draw the wings of freedom I just pulled a transparent one from Google


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Hi There! So I am new to this and this is the first Imagine which I have posted. Lets just cut to the chase though!

NO PROMPT - However I am open to suggestions if people want to submit!

PAIRING - Reader X Kirk



The room around you was bustling as delegates from the Antican republic worked to cater to your every need. The dog like species had applied for membership within the Federation, they were so desperate to join that they even went to the trouble of arranging a special banquet to try and sway the Admiral’s decision.

Little did the species know, that the banquet was Starfleet’s perfect opportunity to survey their planet and decide whether the union was beneficial for both parties. Being the nearest ship, the Enterprise had been drafted for this political mission. The plan was simple enough, you had been selected along with a couple of science ensigns to conduct the monitoring of their planet inconspicuously while Captain Kirk, Lieutenant Uhura and Ensign Chekov took the lead in political relations.

The banquet was being held on a particularly beautiful beach; the sand which clung to your boots a blood red colour as it mixed with the black sea; the only light highlighting its presence being the warm orange glow from a nearby planet called Selay and the white dying light of the stars above you. Colourful paper lanterns painted by the children of the republic glowed as it bathed the vast array of foods before you in a dim light.

Everything was perfect… for an away mission.

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anonymous asked:

Just read the training post you made, and - females aren't allowed to shave their head???? Are males allowed to? What's up with that?

Females used to be allowed to shave their heads but that changed with AR 600-1 (wear and appearance of the uniform) specifying that the hair may be no shorter than a quarter inch from the scalp. Beyond that I honestly am not sure; I was still in when the reg was changed and we had a female in my unit who used to shave her head who had to stop, but unfortunately because it didn’t affect me I didn’t actually ask why. My bad.

When I run through some google searches I can’t actually seem to find an official reason for why females were forbidden from shaving their heads; I can only find other soldiers discussing female hair standards.

From what I understand, AR 600-1 actually specified at a point that female soldiers had to have hair that presented a “feminine appearance” because it was thought that having shaven or masculine haircuts was “trendy” or a “fad,” which isn’t allowed. That was the only semi-reasonable argument I saw. There’s so many anecdotal arguments (mostly blaming feminism) that I don’t know where to begin addressing it. I’d really love if someone felt like contributing if they know the answer.

Males are required to shave their heads throughout basic training and through certain schools. Females have hair standards to maintain but do not have to shave their heads. However, I’m under the impression that females in Ranger School are also required to shave their heads. 

For what it’s worth, some units might not allow male soldiers to have a shaved haircut depending on their location. In the desert, sunburns are numerous and troublesome, and even having a sparse buzzcut is protection against the sun. Hair standards are often unique to a unit, and we often say that the commander can add, but not take away. Ergo a commander cannot take away that a female must have ¼ inch hair length, but they can add that a female must have at least an inch of hair. AR 600-1 is a woeful regulation indeed.


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2004 Yearbook: Makoto Morimachi (15).

2006 Yearbook: MC (15), Ayato Hidaka (15), Ichiya Misono (15), Takamune Kitami (15), Riku Morimachi (14).

Note: MC, Ayato and Takamune entered middle school when Makoto was on his last year of middle school. Riku entered middle school when the MC, Ayato and Takamune were on their second year of middle school.

A little while ago someone reblogged this post and asked for a closer look of the yearbook pages, the only problem is the writing beside their photos is actually a Photoshop brush that looks like tiny, tiny paragraphs of writing when in reality they’re just unintelligible scribbles. However, I decided to attempt to enlarge it a little more, and add random notes (translated into Japanese thanks to the always unreliable Google Translate) from their respective Wiki pages.

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I just had the best idea

okay so like

anti is in a different universe but hear me out.

Anti sees google off to the rebellion, in his uniform and all. He gives him a tight hug and goodbye kiss. He writes once a week to check up on things. He notices google’s tone and attitude  is different (Thanks to glitch)

Glitch keeps up the act until he comes back. “So you’re the weak one he loved… What a pity………you could have been an asset…”

Anti dies a slow death at the hands of the man he loved .

procrastination ho!

So this coat - 

- putting aside for a minute all those troublesome questions about whether it’s hot / flattering / sexy, I’m on the banal questions right now:

(1) is it leather? and

(2) is it an overcoat, a trench coat, a greatcoat, a [insert odd military uniform name] coat, or what?

On non-clothing-related faffery:

(3) If Standartenfuhrer = major or brigadier (I think) what would be the SS grade say two pegs below that?  ISTG I tried to google this one but just ended up confused and, as always, faintly ashamed but annoyed at the same time.

(4) Any clever German-speaking coves able to suggest for me a fairly rude nickname that a bunch of German squaddies might have had for Harry Woods? Like, idk, the German for ‘Old Pisshead’ or ‘PC Plod’, that sort of thing?


(5)  I’m nearly at the end of a first bit, about 5k words of pure rambling self-indulgence, with not a lot of plot but wayyyyy too many adverbs, uneasy use of present tense, and a complete absence of sex or even gratuitous nudity, I’m so sorry.  If anyone’s really up for a bit of betaing in the next day or so, could you message me an email address I can send it through on, please?

Winter’s Witch Part 3

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: FLUFF !! 
Summary: Bucky Barnes had just escaped his captors, Hydra. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do. Somehow, he manages to stumble into a girl’s apartment who he’s met before. The twist is- she’s not your average girl.
A/N: Make sure you listen to ‘Hourglass’ by Catfish And The Bottlemen when you read this. You will get ultimate feels.
Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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On Friday night, Ben and I went to see La La Land and then we fake tap danced out the doors of the theater, even though people were looking at us. 

“Wanna go bowling?” 


“Do you know where a bowling alley is?”

“Nope, let’s google.”

“4 minutes away!”


The bowling alley was packed with some kind of tournament, which was ending in ten minutes, so we ordered alcoholic root beer, two hot dogs, buffalo wings, mozzarella sticks, and fries. The teams there had the classic embroidered uniforms, with like Savannah-specific names on the back? It was amazing.

And then I rolled a strike on my first… roll? My shirt matched the black and red bowling shoes perfectly. I did a lot of cute dances.

In short, it was a date night from a 1950s movie, and the happiest I’ve felt in a while.

Boarding school roleplays and Private school roleplays have long been a staple genre in this community. As roleplaying is a means to escape, escaping to the glittering world of characters well off enough to go to such prestigious schools has a certain appeal, with Pretty Little Liars and Gossip Girl being such beloved shows with such enviable wealth seen onscreen. I thought it’d be nice to bring the knowledge and experience I have on this subject into something that can help anyone hoping to start up a roleplay like this while maintaining a touch of reality, in the hopes to dispel often made mistakes and over-glamorizations. I hope this is useful, and if anyone has any questions or things they’d like to share I’m more than willing to help! A like or reblog if this is found useful would be wonderful. 

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#20 The Fixing Procedure (Harry Styles)


This is something new that, I’m starting. I hope you like it.

Please let me know what you think about it. Please. One of the major reasons I write is to improve and make better stories for you people. And, I’m very self-conscious of it. Please tell me how you feel about them!

“Tell me why I’m doing this again?” I asked my mother, who was also my professor.

“I think, it’s a nice opportunity,” she smiled. I hated this smile. She was making me do her charity work and then, get her name down in the newspaper.

“Right,” I rolled my eyes as I explored the small room. I quite liked it, yes. It was small, cozy and this was the best one could find in this building.

“I know you feel like I’m using you or something but, one gets to learn a lot here. Also, it’ll help with your degree,” She said, going around the room and approving everything. “Also, itis good to be kept away from that boyfriend of yours.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I sighed.

“The fact that you claim to use each other for sex is worse,” She said, pinching her eyes.

“I learn from the best, don’t I?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Enough Eliza, I hope this place will give you a new perspective then. One that I wasn’t able to give you,” She said, and I looked away.

We heard a knock on the door and, my mother let the Head Counselor inside, “Hello Eliza, it’s lovely to have you here,”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“I was here to explain to your schedule, yes?” She smiled and handed me a file. I opened it to see a profile there. He had a handsome face. His big eyes and lips right above the sharp jaw, with his hair falling over his shoulders in wavy curls, he was breathtaking.

“Do you let your patients keep long hair?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s only some cases, we don’t,” she smiled. My mother walked out of the room to attend a call, “Well, Eliza, I’m glad to have you here.”

“Thank you, Aunt Catherine,” I said, always being proper for my mother.

“Cathy! What does she teach you?” She laughed and hugged me. “Okay, this is Harry Styles. Read his profile. He’s very special, you’ll see,” She explained.

“Quite beautiful, too,” I smiled, my fingers scanning his picture. “What am I going to do here?”

“I want you to work with him, be with him. He hasn’t had a very good past. You’ll get to know that soon. I think, he needs a friend which the nurses here can’t always be. You’re around his age; you can help him.”

“I’m here to be a friend?” I asked. That’s not going to add to my course in any way.

“You’re in your first year! Yes! He is enough of a case for you. You’ll see,” She smiled.

“Screwed up me is going to fix messed up people,”

“Everybody is screwed up, darling. You just have to look. When your mother asked me to get you to volunteer here, I was looking for a job where you can give your best. You’re good at fixing things, it’s in your nature,” I smiled at that. Somebody believed in me, “This boy needs help. Yes, sending him to a mental hospital was not the right thing but…”

“You always say this is not a mental hospital,” I said.

“Yes, exactly! His mother sent him here when she saw no other solution. After a few months of his rebellious nature to which of course we responded harshly, he just stopped and coiled up in himself. The medicines aren’t working, and I don’t want to increase the dose. Sometimes, a support from another human being makes a lot of difference. Be a friend, get him to eat on time, take his meds, do different things, we’ve opened this place for his therapy. I just don’t want to use harsh measure with him anymore; it’s not helping. I know you, you can be a miracle for him,” She smiled.


“He’s like a kid, he’s twenty but, he’s fragile like one. You know when you talked to that little boy when he got rehabilitated?”

“Sam,” I nodded.

“He needed a person to believe in him and, look at him now,” She smiled. I loved working with individuals who had issues. Somewhere I felt if I could fix them, I was fixing myself. Sam was just a little boy who had lost his parents and, was extremely closed off in his foster home. I just helped him recover by being with him and charging his energy into a zone. The kid is winning all symposiums now.

“So, he is like a child?” I asked.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. He’s quite like you but, he’s fragile. His emotional state is quite delicate, read your file. You’ve to be careful with him,” She said, opening the file and showing me his details. “There are a few notes there to help you with therapy. I hope this works. He has a lot of potential, this boy.”

“Are we done?” My mother finally walked in.

“Yes, I was explaining her about the kind of work we do here,” Aunty Cathy stood up at walked to her.

“Yes, she is all yours. If madam is planning to take a sabbatical before she continues with her degree, she better utilize it,” I knew my mother hated the idea of skipping a semester but, I needed it. Too much had happened and I didn’t want to ruin my course because of it.

“Okay Mother, you can go now,” I sighed and went to open my luggage.

“Eliza I…I hope this place helps,” She nodded. I thought I saw a hint of pain in her eyes but, it washed off so quickly that felt, I imagined it.

After setting everything in this place which was the new home for the next months to come, I sat down on my bed reading his file till dinner.

I had almost finished it and made a few notes according to the guide I was given. I knew I had a life in my hands, and I had to be very careful. Mr. Styles has quite a case but, then again everyone does. He’ll be alright soon, hopefully.

I walked down to the cafeteria during dinner. Aunty Cathy was sitting with her staff, and she introduced me to them. I liked a few in an instant but, I knew some were just harsh and cruel. “I like that all patients come down and have food together,” I told her.

“Yes, almost all do. The idea is to give them a normal life too,” She explained.

I took some Pasta, which was on the menu today, against Red Thai Curry and Rice, “I thought hospital food was supposed to be bad and sad,”

“Only this isn’t a hospital,” She laughed.

“I read the file, will I meet him tomorrow?” She nodded.

“We won’t introduce you. We don’t want him to feel that you are here for him. We want him to feel that you choose him. You understand?” I nodded, “So, help around with the things here, and keep him your priority and then, go ahead. We force him to walk out of his room and do some activities so; you’ll be around those at all times. I’ll give you the schedule tomorrow,” I nodded.

“Where is he? I can’t see him at dinner,” I said, looking around.

“Like I said, you’ve to get him to eat three times a day…and fast,” She sighed.

“This costume is incredibly boring,” I sighed as I wished Aunty Cathy good morning.

“It’s a uniform. Wear it!” She laughed.

“Okay, okay, I’m off!” I ran out.

“All the best,” I heard her call out.

I had his schedule on my phone. He was supposed to be in the computer room, right now. I followed the map and walked in, and his nurse nodded and walked away. I had met him yesterday and introduced myself. There he was, sitting in front of the computer; his shoulders slouched as he looked at the screen with a blank face. His hair was tied in a bun, and he wore the plain light blue uniform like all patients. His hand had a tag on it. It was a sensor, they all had it. He was so beautiful; that was all my heart could think. But, his eyes didn’t hold any spark, and he just looked numb. I fiddled around the place sometimes dropping a few things to make him notice me but, he didn’t look away from the screen. I walked around him to see the Google header open with nothing typed in. Where was he in his mind?

“Hey, do you want me to help you with something?” I spoke coming next to his ear and touching my cheek with his over his shoulder. My hand went across his shoulders, and I pulled the keyboard in. I felt him stiffen; he snapped out. This was a reaction I wanted. “Hmm, tell me? Something you’ll like to watch?”

He just stared at me with a confused expression on his face which shifted to being blank again as he looked towards the screen. I noticed the bunch of tattoos he had everywhere. This was what sometimes patients lacked. The human touch; the touch of warmth or of comfort which I could feel he hadn’t had yet.

When he didn’t respond, I sat down on the desk in front of him. His eyes met mine and he just stared. I was breaking rules here, of discipline? One had to be proper; the table was not a place to sit. “Your tattoos are beautiful,” I smiled. “I was planning to get another one here,” I pointed between my fingers, “Maybe you can show me a good place?”

I didn’t get a word out of him or response. He just stared and then blinked a couple of times and shifted his vision to his hands. “Okay then, I’ll see you around?” I smiled and then, walked away.

The next two weeks were spent like this. I was always around him. In his line of sight, doing something or the other, wishing him and then, talking sometimes but, I couldn’t get a response out of him. A few days ago, I heard him screaming. They were trying to feel him forcefully. I heard him sob after they left. This man was becoming my focus and went on searching for him. I tracked his Facebook, information about his life before he was here and so on. I had to get him out of here.

“Good evening,” I smiled as I sat next to him. “You don’t say much, do you?”  I said, after a while. “Do you want to go for a walk?” He didn’t respond.

“Take a walk with her,” His nurse said in a threatening voice. He instantly got up and walked. I stared at the man and wondered what he had done to him. I held his arm as we walked and I took him to him a secluded place where no one could find us.

“Come here, I’ll show you something,” I pulled him. I tried to be jumpy and excited around him, always. There was a little pond here, where a few fishes swam. “Would you like to feed them?” I said, pulling out fish food and holding it out for him.

I found out he had fishes in his house, and he fed them always. He blinked twice and then, sat down next to me. He took the food from my hand fed the fishes. I wanted to do a happy dance, right there.

“Why do you wear jeans while everyone wears the uniform pants?” I sucked a breath in. He spoke! He was talking to me! He had a beautiful voice. Okay, distance Eliza. I knew my response had to be different. I wanted him to feel normal.

“Oh finally!” I lay back on the grass, happily! He stared at me with a blank look on his face. “What? Do you realize the dilemma I was in? One hot guy who is around my age here and he doesn’t even talk to me! I was almost going to give up! I thought I annoyed you or something,” He kept looking at me without giving me any response. I stood up, “I wear them because the uniform ones are too big for me. I have a big chest size, and my butt’s not very big, so size difference. Why are you jealous?” I smiled as I sat down closer to him.

“Wearing the same clothes every day does get a little boring,” He said. Yes! He spoke again! This was such a big deal.

“Hmm, I can get you a few days off?” I said. “Do you have a pair with you?”

“I don’t think they’ll fit me anymore,” he shook his head.

“That’s what happens when you don’t eat,” I laughed. I knew this was serious but, he had to relax. After he didn’t say anything, “We can get you a new pair?” He looked at me and gave me a small smile. I wanted to jump in the air!

“Okay then, it’s time for dinner, we should leave…” I smiled. He got up, and I thought of taking this a bit further. “Harry?” He looked at me. “I was saying, would you like to hang out with me? It’s okay if you don’t! Really! I just don’t like that man commanding you like that,” I shrugged.

“I’d like that, Eliza,” He smiled.

“You know my name!” I smiled big. “Let’s go!”

We walked to the cafeteria, and he stiffened. “I’m just thinking, would you like me to be your nurse?” You’re pushing it, Eliza. “I mean, you don’t seem to like him. Only if I take over, you have to listen to me!” I said.

“Could that happen?” He asked as if he was scared.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Of course, it can.”

“You won’t beat me up?” he asked. She was right, he was fragile as a child.

I held his face is my hands, “No,” I slid my hand through his hair, comforting him. He looked as if he could cry.

“I’ll listen to you, please,” He said and hugged me. I got a bit shocked. I held him as tight as he held me. He was shivering, and I tried calming him and promising him that things will be better now. “I’m sorry,” He said after a while, letting me go.

“You can hug me anytime,” I smiled. “Come, I think, they’ve baked vegetables for dinner. I’m starving,” I pulled his hand.

Harry had a full meal with me as I laughed and talked about some stupid things happening here. I spoke mainly, and he ate. Aunty Cathy was surprised and almost had tears in her eyes. He had done this for the first time after months. “Hey, excuse me, I’ll just be back,” His eyes followed me as he watched me talk to her. For him, she was the head.

“I want full control of him. I told him, I’ll be his nurse, and he’s promised he’ll listen. I’ll ask for help if needed. Is that alright?” I asked her. She nodded, “Also, I might change a few things, break a few rules, could you allow me to do that? He needs to get out of the schedule. I want to take him out. Buy him a pair of jeans, all in time, I know. Slowly, I know…but, I want it.”

“Okay Eliza, I want weekly reports of everything you do, though, I’m taking a chance here,”

“Yes, thank you!” I walked back to Harry and continued eating. He looked at me as if he was waiting for me to say something. “What?” I laughed, “I’m your nurse, now!” And, for the first time, I thought I saw a hint of a sparkle in his eyes.

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Ryo Bakura’s uniform and how it makes him stand out among his own peers has veen on my mind for over a year, but up until now I haven’t looked into it. All I had to do is google ‘transfer student uniform’. I didn’t expect for it to be a trope, honestly, but I should have. The panels are from the Millennium World manga. Ryo was still wearing his old uniform, still standing out. After all this time, he was still the outsider. In the new movie’s teaser trailer, he isn’t wearing a uniform like the others. Does that mean he continues to be an outsider ?

Day 1: Iridescent [RivaMika]

Title: Iridescent
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Rivaille x Mikasa Ackerman
Rivaille shows Mikasa the beauty of everything clean. And while Mikasa is busy enjoying the iridescent color of the soap bubbles, Rivaille enjoys the beauty of Mikasa.

A/N: I had a lot of ideas literally mushing my brain, so I decided to just ask my friend google how iridescent is described best :D
And this is what it showed me:

I hope you enjoy my first piece of fiction for RivaMika-Week :D

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(Suit: Dolce & Gabbana)

Photographer: Lee Jae Jin / Makeup & Hair: Kim Myung Seon / Stylist: Lee Gyeong Won / Translator: Hellen Jang

Exclusively shot and interviewed for Korean Model blog.

(Dress: Nohke J)

Name /  이름:

Agency / 에이전시:  

  • Esteem

Age /  나이: 

  • 20

Height / 키: 

  • 175cm

Hometown / 고향: 

  • Seoul / 서울 

The best thing about your hometown: / 고향에 대해 제일 좋은 점: 

  • There are lots of diverse people. / 다양한 사람들이 많다 

Favorite musician or band / 좋아하는 가수/아티스트: 

  • No Reply / 노리플라이 

Favorite movie or TV show / 좋아하는 영화나 드라마/프로그램: 

  • Begin Again / 비긴어게인 

Favorite brand or designer / 가장 좋아하는 브랜드/디자이너:  

  • The Centaur (Yeranji) / 더센트로 (예란지) 

Place you would like to visit / 가보고 싶은 곳: 

  • Spain / 스페인

(Top: Mojo Sphine / Pants: Rabbitti / Heels: Stylist’s own)

What song do you have on repeat at the moment? / 요즘 자주 듣는 음악은 뭔가요?  

  • Sing Street OST / 싱스트리트 OST

Describe your idea of a perfect day: / 당신의 이상적인 하루를 설명해보세요.: 

  • A day when I do things I like with people I like / 내가 좋아하는 사람들과 좋아하는 일을 한 하루 

Summer / Winter? / 여름 아니면 겨울? 

  • Summer / 여름 

What’s your coffee order? / 커피는 주로 무엇을 마시나요? 

  • Americano / 아메리카노

What have you got far too many of? / 너무 많이 가지고 있는 것은 무엇인가요? 

  • Sleep / 잠 

What are the things you always bring when you’re going out? / 나갈때 항상 가지고가는 것은 무엇인가요? 

  • Cell phone, wallet, artificial tears, hat / 핸드폰, 지갑, 인공눈물, 모자 

Describe your personal style in 3 words./ 당신의 스타일을 세가지 단어로 설명해보세요.  

  • White, black, denim / 화이트 블랙 데님 

What’s 1 item in your closet you would never throw away? / 당신의 옷장에 있는 것중에 꼭 못 버리는 한가지는 무엇인가요? 

  • School uniform / 교복

One piece of clothing you’d love to own? / 소장하고 싶은 한가지 옷은? 

  • Hanbok / 한복 

(Suit & Pants: Dolce & Gabbana)

What keeps you up at night? / 밤에 잠 못 이루게 하는것은 뭔가요? 

  • Embarrassing past that I think of sometimes / 가끔씩 생각나는 흑역사 

What is the last thing you googled (search on the internet)? / 마지막으로 검색해본것은 무엇인가요? 

Film camera / 필름카메라

If you had a super power, what would it be? / 초능력이 있다면 어떤 초능력을 가지고 싶으세요? 

  • Ability to turn back time / 시간을 되돌리는 능력 

How do you stay fit? / 몸매 관리는 어쩧게 하세요? 

  • Eat less / 적게 먹기 

What is your beauty secret?/ 당신의 아름다움의 비결은 무엇인가요? 

  • Genes from my parents / 부모님이 주신 유전자 

What’s one subject you could talk about for at least 10 minutes? / 당신이 10분동안 얘기할 수 있는 주제는 뭔가요? 

  • Good restaurants / 맛집 

What were you like as a child? / 어릴때 어떤 아이였나요? 

  • An obedient and meticulous child / 얌전하고 꼼꼼한 아이 

What is the best advice that you have ever received? / 당신이 받았던 최고의 조언은 무엇이었나요? 

  • Don’t be impatient and do what makes you happy now / 조급해하지 말고 지금 너가 행복할 수 있는 일을 해라 / 

(Top & Pants: Carolina Herrera)

Are there any models in the industry that you look up to? / 존경하는 모델분들이 있으시나요? 

  • Soo Joo / 수주 선배님

How did you start modeling? Was modeling something that you always wanted to do? / 어떻게 모델 일을 시작했나요? 모델 일은 원래 하고 싶은 일이었나요? 

  • I used to be afraid to start modeling, but I thought that like this I would never be able to do it so I decided to challenge myself and start. / 계속 용기없이 미루다가 평생 못할 것 같아서 도전하는 마음으로 시작하게 되었습니다.

What would you do if you were not a model? / 모델이 되지 않았다면 무엇을 했을까요?  

  • A normal university student / 평범한 대학생

What has been your favorite job so far?/  지금까지 해온 촬영중에 어느게 제일 좋았나요? 

  • The shoot I did in Bali / 발리에서 한 촬영 

What is your dream modeling job? / 당신의 꿈의 모델 일은 무었인가요? 

  • Magazine cover model / 매거진 표지 

What’s going through your mind when you’re modeling in front of the camera? / 카메라 앞에서 모델 일을 할 때 무슨 생각을 하시나요? 

  • There is only me and the camera in this space / 촬영 공간에 나와 카메라밖에 없다 

What are the pros and cons of being a model? / 모델이 됨으로서 장점과 단점을 뭔가요? 

  • Pro is I can leave various images of myself and con is I always have stress about my looks. / 장점은 나의 다양한 모습들을 많이 남길 수 있는 점이고 단점을 외목적인 스트레스를 항상 가지고 있다. 

(Suit & Pants: Dolce & Gabbana)

What do you want to achieve in the future? / 미래에는 무엇을 이루고 싶나요? 

  • I want to be the best in my field. / 내 분야에서 최고가 되고 싶다. 

How do you see yourself in 10 years from now? / 10년 후, 무엇을 하고 있을 것 같나요? 

  • I will always be trying new, out-of-the-box things / 틀에 박히지 않는 항상 새로운 일을 시도하고 있을 것 

Do you have any personal rules that you’ll never break?/ 절대로 깨지 않을 본인만의 룰은 있나요?  

  • Don’t make enemies / 적을 만들지 말자 

One thing that people will be surprised to find out about you /  당신에 대해 놀라운 사실 한가지는 무엇인가요?  

  • Unlike how I look I can be pretty timid.  겉보기와 달리 소심할 때도 있다. 

So I’ve been journalling* for a couple of weeks. I felt like I needed to be writing, but I don’t have the creative energy to be creating plots and characters and the myriad other things that go into writing a story. Plus I’ve been having a lot of internal conflict lately that I felt might be helped by writing things out.

And it has! I’d sort of forgotten how nice it is when you feel confused about something, and then you write it out and figure out why you felt a certain way, why something happened, why you couldn’t solve a problem. It’s really working.

I also decided that it has no rules. Too often with these types of things, I feel like I need to define it. I see stuff on my Tumblr dash all of the time that I like or find compelling, but I don’t reblog it to my personal blog because that space has developed such an aesthetic that I won’t reblog things that don’t adhere to this style guide that I’ve made up for myself. I do that with handwritten journals too–I stress out about how I’m going to outline and position the dates, what size handwriting I’m gonna use, because I want the whole thing to be uniform.

So with this new journal doc thing, I’ve also started writing down little tidbits of “writing” that come into my head… ideas, phrases, ways of describing things… anything. No limits. Just my place to write shit.

I’ve been using a Google Drive doc which is cool, I just have it bookmarked on my computer, but I’m trying to figure how to get Pages for free because I can’t use Google Docs on my phone when I don’t have service (ie when I’m on the subway, which is essential!).

Maybe it’s crazy that I’ve never had a “place where I write random shit down” before, but I really like it and suggest it!

*I love that Chrome recognizes this as a word!

meanderings0ul  asked:

Hi there, love this blog. While we are all dying inside from the Agent Carter finale, I was wondering if you or anyone had any information about what kind of medals or military awards Peggy might have gotten for her service in the war? I know she started in the ATS or a similar organization before joining the SSR, but I wasn't having any luck with google. Thanks!

Well, firstly I think it depends on what you think Peggy’s relationship to the military was. See here for my full theorizing, but basically, I don’t think that Peggy wasever a member of the US military, given her title as “Agent,” her work for the pseudo-OSS (i.e. not military) SSR, and the overall wonkiness of her uniform costuming (see, for example, how the dressiest version of her uniform compares to Private Lorraine’s, which includes a Women’s Army Corps-esque shirt, tie, and a private’s chevron on her sleeve).

I think a great real-life model for Peggy is American spy Virginia Hall who, as I suspect Peggy could have, worked for the British Special Operations Executive before transferring to the American Office of Strategic Services (which is as close as it gets to a real-life SSR). During her time with the SOE, Hall worked undercover to help organize resistance efforts in Vichy France, for which she was made an honorary Member of the Order of the British Empire (MBE). I can’t claim to be an expert in British orders and awards, but as a British citizen, this title might be different for Peggy.

Hall continued to work as a spy for the OSS, and, despite being a civilian, was awarded a Distinguished Service Cross in 1945. 

If, on the other hand, you think Peggy could have been in the US military, at the end of the war she would have been eligible for medals like those seen on this uniform: the American Campaign Medal, the European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal, possibly the Army of Occupation Medal, and a World War II Victory Medal.

TVLINE | When you were shooting that scene, did you get some ribbing from the cast and crew? Or was everyone swooning?

Jason: I walked out and [Kristen Bell] went, “Hubba hubba.” I couldn’t hold it together. People were taking pictures and they were like, “No, you can’t take pictures! You can’t release this.” … I did take some selfies and sent them to Ryan Hansen. I’m just going to put that on the record. (X)

My Sailor Moon experience

My Sailor Moon experience began about five and half years ago, in late 2008. I was a 13-year-old eighth grader, one with a lot of emotional baggage. I don’t want to go into the details, because they’re both extensive and extremely personal, but I was battling major depression and anxiety attacks as well as being very lonely and out of touch with the world. My self-esteem was nonexistent, I was barely suppressing self-destructive tendencies, and I missed school more than I went to it. Looking back on it, Sailor Moon came into my life at a very vital time.

I remember SM sparking my interest immediately, and I can vividly remember exactly how my discovery went down. Back in 8th grade, I didn’t have my own laptop, but I had basically claimed ownership of my mom’s old MacBook and was on it constantly, especially at nighttime. Back then, I used to stay up insanely late (now that I’m older, my instinct to stay up persists, but I can’t indulge in it as much anymore because I feel like death in the morning, haha). One weekend night, I was browsing a Pokemon forum that I frequented and noticed that someone had a signature (and icon) consisting of a beautiful raven-haired girl in a red sailor uniform. She was so pretty and interesting that I immediately wanted to know where she was from (Funnily enough, I’ve discovered tons of my other favorite animes this way, too. The kawaii fascination is strong in this one.)

Of course, you probably know by now that this girl was Sailor Mars, aka Rei Hino. After some minor sleuthing (and this was before all of this fancy-schmancy reverse Google searching stuff), I discovered that she was from an anime called Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon. Looking at the Wikipedia article, I was surprised to find out that Rei was a miko. Now, this is important, because at the time I was obsessed with Inuyasha (the only anime I watched at that time) and I loved Kikyo in particular, so finding a fellow miko was a sign for me to give Sailor Moon a shot.

And give it a shot I did.

I stayed up until about 4 AM that night/morning (which was extreme even for me), watching the first ten or so episodes of Sailor Moon. They were the original Japanese episodes (the enjoyment I got from watching the original version of an anime colored my anime experiences to come; I usually won’t even touch a dub, haha) “Getting hooked” is an understatement for what happened to me. I watched it constantly. I read the manga (back in 2008, it was much harder to track down scans, and my library only had a few volumes). I talked about it enthusiastically to anyone who would listen. My mental health began to improve, but not before I was institutionalized. That experience, along with the hope and happiness Sailor Moon gave me and a rebirth of my Catholic faith, is what ultimately started me on an upwards path that I’m still walking today.

Over the years, my love of Sailor Moon kept growing as I grew into a healthier person. But I was still lonely, and, now in high school, I still hadn’t made any real friends. I didn’t mind that much, but I would have loved to been able to talk about Sailor Moon to someone. I’ve always loved analyzing, and I had a lot of theories and comments on the Sailor Moon universe. I didn’t really feel compelled to join a forum (because those could get ugly, I had noticed), but I kept looking for an opportunity to share my love of Sailor Moon and hopefully get to know some people in the process.

Tumblr gave me that opportunity.

I joined Tumblr in May of 2011, which was like eight months after I discovered the site itself. I was on it frequently, but I never made an attempt to actually join, because I was convinced that my thoughts and everything else would go unnoticed or ignored by everyone and that would be worse than not sharing them at all. But at the end of my sophomore year, I finally decided to take the plunge and opened an account.

I thought I would be lucky to get ten followers. Now I have over 7,500.

I thought I wouldn’t make any friends. Now I have people who are closer to me than anyone else excluding my family.

Sailor Moon made all of that possible.

I won’t go much into my Tumblr experience, because it’s something that’s on my blog already, but despite the fact that it’s caused a lot of hurt and upset, it’s caused even more joy and positivity. I’m a college student now, and I’m happy to say that I’m now happier and more well-adjusted than I’ve ever been before. In large part, I have Sailor Moon to thank for that (for all of the hope and happiness it gave me) as well as the Sailor Moon community itself (for giving me the friendships I’d always longed for and the confidence to assert myself and share my feelings).

So thank you, Naoko Takeuchi, and thank you, Sailor Moon. I know I haven’t been around as long as a lot of other people, but damn, it’s been one hell of a ride.

anonymous asked:

Hello ! May I ask for a reaction where Tao brings his [Ahem warning, description time] french-sassy-shy girlfriend who's 4years younger than him (it's not too much, right? e_e)... and who started to introduce herself in french because she was just soooo stressed. [Bonus point if you make it with the fact that the girl doesn't reaaaallyyy speak korean ♥] Thaaaanks ♥♥

Yo yo man!hope you’re still interested in it cause I had fun!

Sehun:Girl in this dorm there can only be one diva and it’s already clear that’s not you!

Kai: She’s underage idiot,what were you thinking!

Tao: I have my eyes on you if you try to make one move on her I’ll wushu your asses!

Kyungsoo: *when she starts speaking*Is that even a language?

Chanyeol:Someone please google what she said!

Chen:Omg this is so funny!She’s still in her school uniform!

I have to take as many pics of you as I can cause I won’t see you for a very long time once you go prison!

Baekhyun: *probably he’s the reason why she’s so flustered*

Lay:*to high to care so he ends up waving*

Suho: How old is she again?

Kris: This is not my style, I’m out!

Luhan:So you’re from France?Interesting…….

Xiumin:So if she doesn’t speak korean and you don’t speak french then how do you understand each other?