i have a lot of feelings about this uniform

pearllikes-girls  asked:

I don't think anyone should be excluded from pride if they want to be there to help celebrate. sure I don't trust police officers very much, but I'd feel safer if in everyday life I noticed a police officer who i saw from pride. I also believe that queer police officers should be able to go in uniform, and that they should be able to show their pride for their job. now, if anyone wants to have a level headed conversation about this, I'm down, but if you just yell at me, I will block you.

Okay, I think something that is important for everyone to recognize is that pride isn’t just about what is okay for one queer person.

Sure maybe it’s a fun experience for you, and honestly, seeing uniformed police officers at pride isn’t something that is extremely upsetting for me personally. But I have listened to transgender people in my life and I have listened to people of colour, and many of them say that seeing police in uniform at pride makes them feel unsafe. And I prioritize transgender people and people of colour feeling safe more than I prioritize some queer people wanting to wear their work uniform to pride. Because where they work is a choice, and transgender people and people of colour can’t take off that part of their identity at the end of the day.

I think a lot of the uniform is about coincidentally: pride. And pride is a great thing, but the Pride parade isn’t about being proud of your job, it’s about queer people being proud of their identities, and many queer people feel less able to do that when people in that uniform are around. So I think we should prioritize their voices and their experiences over the police who are why the first pride was a riot.

Now, I’m going to yell at you. Because honestly how dare you come into the inbox of a queer person, demand their emotional and intellectual labour without any payment and then demand they respond to you in a certain way. What gives you the authority to tell me as a queer transgender person how I’m allowed to react to you arguing about the safety of people of colour and my transgender siblings? If you wanted a “level headed” conversation about this you could have just, stated your question politely and if you had seen any of my conversations with other people who ask questions you would see I try to give them the benefit of the doubt. But no, you pull some gross power move and threaten to block me?

Not to be self-aggrandizing but you are one of over eight thousand followers, you leaving is not a huge loss. So take your tone policing and entitlement and go to that block button because I’m not here for that nonsense.

Guess Who? - part 1

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Based on Clue. You are invited to a strange house where you have to cooperate with the staff to solve the murder of one of the guests.

Word Count:1,674

Warnings: Whodunit, Language, Unprotected Sex (only 1 sentence), Murder

A/N: This will be my thank you for 5k, you’re all so amazing and nice! ♥♥♥ I hope you enjoy this series. Next part tomorrow. (i don’t own the gif, lines from the movie)

Guess Who? - Masterpage

                               The honour of your presence is requested
                                           at a Dinner Party this Friday
                                          at seven-thirty in the evening
                                                      at Hill Mansion.

Your name will be Lady Dazzle.


You rang the doorbell once and waited. A few days ago, you had received an invitation to a dinner party. So there you were, clad in a designer dress that showed off your best assets.

You looked at your reflection in the glass doors and quickly checked to see if there was lipstick on your teeth. The door opened at that moment and you shyly straightened yourself up as the butler gave you a half-amused, half-annoyed look.

“Do you know who I am?” you asked.

“Only that you are to be known as Lady Dazzle.” He took a step back, allowing you room to walk past him.

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I think a lot of shows could learn a lesson from Invader Zim when it comes to alien character design. Like, in most cartoon when you see aliens most of the time aliens of the same race look the same (or have slight differences), the only exceptions I can think of are Steven Universe, Voltron and Futurama.

An then you get Invader Zim where EVERY SINGLE irken we’ve seen looks different.

Like, yeah, the ones that pay an important part on some episodes obviously have to look different so you can recognize them

But the crew went a step further, to the point where every backgroun character (characters that we’ve seen once or twice at most and aren’t even doing anything) look different from each other

(and this is just a small taste)

And! Female irkens ALSO look very distinctive from each other, just look at the three girls from above!

(tho idk how i feel about girls being differentiated from boys by eyelashes and curly antennae, but hey! I’m glad they also avoid the trope of giving them more “feminine” clothes to differentiate them from boys)

Despite having some clearly defined characteristic that identify them as members of the same race, and most of them wearing similar-looking uniforms, every single irken we’ve seen has different and recognizable proportions and face and body shapes. Idk, its not common to see this kind of diversity in alien character designs on a lot of cartoons and I honestly love it.

Request: Your writing…wow…just wow. Absolutely phenomenal. PLEASSEE never stop writing (of course as long as you still enjoy it). All that being said, I was wondering if you could do something with Harry as Alex? I was thinking something that shows his caring side since he’s kinda sorta an asshole (Alex not Harry ;))?? I don’t know, probably complete gibberish, but I LOVED your Tommy imagine. Anyways, much much love xxxx!!!

A/N: thank you so much love 💕xo

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Recently you had begun working at the local cafe down the street from your house. With your brothers off to fight in the war, someone needed to help bring in their lost income.

So you’d decided to get a job.

You actually loved working at the diner. It had only been a couple weeks, but you had grown very comfortable with your work. You knew most of the customers that came in everyday, and you had formed good relationships with them.

Today had been a pretty slow day, there were only a dozen customers in the diner at the end of your shift. You had a few couples, two soldiers, and a table of friends. Because it was relatively slow, only you and one other waitress were working.

The bell dinged 30 minutes before the end of your shift, signaling a new customer. You glanced up from the coffee pot, noticing a young man sitting down at the counter.

After delivering the cup of coffee to another gentlemen, you walked over to the new customer.

“Good evening! My name’s Y/N and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?” You asked, a bright smile on your face.

When the young man looked up at you, you instantly noticed bags under his haunted eyes. He looked like he had been through hell and back, but he was still quite handsome.

He had curly brown hair that was slicked back out of his face, and dazzling green eyes that currently seemed dull. You immediately pegged this man as a soldier, recognizing the build and stature of the man.

“I’ll just take a tea please. Just wanted a drink to warm me up.” The man spoke softly, eyes locking with yours.

“Coming right up.” You told him, heading over to the tea pot and pouring a fresh mug. You grabbed some sugars and milk, before heading back over to him.

“Here you are sir, I brought some milk and sugar in case you wanted it.” You smiled, setting the items down in front of the man.

“Don’t know nothing about a sir. But my name’s Alex.” He told you, sipping his tea black.

“Alex then.” You winked, before turning away and attending to your other customers.

You noticed that the man sat with his back bent over, almost as if he had been defeated. You began to put the pieces together, figuring he must have been one of the boys who had just arrived home from France.

You’d heard how bad the soldiers were when they returned, feeling terrified and traumatized. And many of them felt as if they had let their country down.

Feeling sympathy and gratitude towards the soldier, you returned to him 10 minutes later with a slice of cheesecake.

“It’s on the house. Thank you for fighting for this country. We need more brave men like you.” You told him, handing him an extra napkin and fork.

“I don’t know about brave.” He said, staring at the slice as if he didn’t deserve it.

“Anyone who faces the horrors that you boys do over there is brave in my book. Now eat, I’m sure you haven’t had any kind of sweets in months.”

When you looked back a little while later, he was eating the cheesecake with a smile on his face.

When your shift was finally over, you waved goodbye to the other waitress and cook, grabbing your coat, and headed out into the cool night air.

When you turned the corner towards your street, you became aware of two men following you.

They caught up quickly, grabbing your arm to turn you around after you didn’t respond to their calls. You noticed they were both wearing soldiers uniforms, but you didn’t let down your guard.

“Hello darlin’.” One of them said, the smell of cigarette smoke lingering on them. “Fancy taking a walk with us?”

“No thank you.” You responded, glancing at your surroundings nervously.

“Oh come on sweetheart. We’ll show you a good time.” The second man said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I said no.” You quickly jerked away, panicking internally. No one ever walked down this street this time of night, you didn’t know what to do.

“Now that’s not very nice. It’s the least you could do for some of the men protecting you from the Germans.” The first man spoke again, stepping towards you.

“Why don’t you arses head on home and leave the pretty lady alone.” You recognized the voice as the man from the diner. Turning your gaze to the left, the young soldier stepped beside you. “She said no.”

“Mind your own business mate. She was just playing hard to get.” Alex wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder as the other men spoke, making you feel safe.

“Yeah. She said she wanted to thank us for our service.”

“Judging by the uniforms you’re both wearing, the two of you just finished training. You haven’t served this country yet, so I suggest you stop parading around like you have.” Alex spat, anger in his eyes.

“And what would you know about it? Probably working in some factory to get out of the war.” One of the men laughed, a condescending tone to his voice.

“I just came back from Dunkirk, so I’d say I know a lot more than you.” Alex unbuttoned his coat, allowing the boys to see his decorated uniform. “Now I suggest you leave, before I report this to your commanding officer.”

Both boys fled with their tails between their legs, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Alex asked, turning to face you worriedly.

“I am thanks to you.” You told him, a grateful smile on your face. “How did you even find me?”

“I saw the way the two of them were watching you in the diner. When I saw them follow you out, I couldn’t just sit and do nothing. Especially when you had been so kind to me.” He explained, eyes still holding a bit of anger.

“All the same, thank you. I owe you one.” You told him, pulling the coat tighter around your body as the wind picked up.

“You can thank me by letting me take you out to dinner tomorrow.” He said, anger leaving his eyes as he grinned down at you.

“It’s a date.” You responded shyly, looking down at your feet as you blushed. He took your hand in his, causing you to look back up.

“Can I walk you home miss Y/N?” He asked charmingly, removing his hand and holding his arm out for you.

Linking your arm with his, you leant up and kissed him on the cheek.

“It would be my pleasure good sir.”

But like… rebel culture

  • there’s a very weird mix of local religions and a generalized, kind of very basic Force belief
  • like, the specifics of what the Jedi believed are lost both due to the Jedi being dead for twenty years and due to the Jedi never really talking about what they believed
  • so the rebels, who of course adopted the Jedi as their heroes, mixed together what they know and ended up with a belief in an all encompassing Force, that’s almost a god or goddess in itself
  • the Jedi would be kind of horrified by how different it is from what they actually believed, but you know, it’s kind of on them because they could have just talked about what the Force is when they were still alive
  • and it just… works, as an unifying belief, because the rebels come from everywhere, and they all bring their religions and beliefs, and they’re proud of their own culture, but the Force belief acts as…  well, as the glue, in a way
  • (supplementary headcanon that the Empire actually discourages religion, because religion means a culture that is not the belief in the Empire, and religion can be used to give moral justifications for actions against the Empire, so they try to stop that)
  • (very unsuccessfully, it has to be said, because when you try to stop people from following their beliefs what you tend to get is hatred, not compliance)
  • the saying “May the Force be with you” takes on a bit of a different meaning than it used to have under the Jedi, too
  • because the Empire doesn’t say it
  • the Empire tries to erase the Jedi from the memory of the general populace
  • so, it’s really only the rebels who say it. And so, it serves as a sign between the rebels. To them, it’s something that is theirs, not the Jedi’s anymore.
  • It’s also not just a general blessing anymore. The rebels are soldiers. They are aware that they might die every day. Saying “May the Force be with you” is also an implicit acknowledgment of how dangerous their life is, and that chances are they are going to need supernatural help to survive
  • the night before big battles, it’s tradition for the pilots to sit together and tell stories of the heroes of the rebellion
  • only the dead ones: Bail and Breha Organa, Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor and Bodhi Rook, Padme Amidala, Chirrut Imwe and Baze Malbus. Sometimes, they tell stories of the friends they themselves lost, too.
  • It’s their way of making sure they’ll be remembered, even if they die tomorrow. Because if they die, then the next time the pilots tell stories, their own name will be mentioned, their own story told
  • there’s always an emergency stash of alcohol nearby. Always
  • Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Mon Mothma… those are living heroes of the rebellion. But if you are faced with them, you don’t say that. You treat them with respect, but nothing more. Hero worship is kept where they can’t see it
  • checking the most wanted boards is an almost holy ritual. It’s a way of keeping up with old friend whom they can’t contact, a way to figure out what tenuous smuggler allies can still be relied on for supply runs, and a competition. The higher up you are, the better. Nobody ever beats Luke, Leia and Mom Mothma, but… still. The competition is on. (Han and Lando have lots of fun with that one)
  • complaining about High Command when there is nothing to do is a ritual as much as the rather cutthroat sabbac tournaments
  • sarcastic comments about the ugly dress uniforms even after the New Republic is established and the dress uniforms are actually looking okay
  • just… rebel culture

Do you ever just sometimes marvel at the fact that the aesthete culture of the likes of Oscar Wilde has found new life in Millennials? Like there is an established subculture of the “deeply shallow” (to quote @dionysae ) who find real meaning in the look, feel, and texture of our worlds. We have this amazing talent for finding uniform beauty in different vibes and we have no shame in organizing our lives around that vibe pursuing the feelings and values said vibe stirs up in us. Like the “live and die for the aesthetic” meme is funny by it’s not a lie; we are the inheritors of a great tradition of building personalities and commentaries out of sublime, carefully cultivated Looks. Art for art’s sake is back in a Big way folks.

anonymous asked:

“My dad’s a cancer patient and you’re his nurse” AU jikook <_< >_>

Pairing: Jikook
Prompt: “My dad’s a cancer patient and you’re his nurse” AU 
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,541
A/N: Just one thing for this mini fic thing: I love Jimin’s dad in here ^~^

Jimin hurries through the sliding doors, flashing a small smile and a nod at the receptionist before brisk walking to the lifts. He waits impatiently for it, sneakered foot tapping an uneven rhythm on the off-white linoleum floor. 

It seems like forever before Jimin get to the fifth floor, stepping over to the room right by the lift. 05-01. He pushes the door open. It’s 8:40PM

“I’m here, dad,” Jimin calls. His father’s propped up in bed with two pillows behind him, book in hand. He glances up at Jimin’s voice. 

“Jimin-ah,” he smiles, eyes crinkling. He reaches out a hand and Jimin takes it, settling himself in a chair by the bed. 

“Has today been okay, dad?” Out of habit, Jimin scans the bedside table, checking that the water jug is filled and the cup clean. 

“Look at me,” his dad says. “Do I look anything less that great?” He puts on an offended expression to emphasize his point. 

Jimin laughs. “Yeah, yeah, you look amazing as always,” he teases lightly. His dad looks fine, really. Nothing like a patient going through chemotherapy, what with his full head of hair still intact. He looks great, but Jimin still worries. 

“Of course I do,” his dad huffs. His expression turns soft. “But Jimin-ah, don’t work yourself too hard, okay?“ 

“I’m not, dad, don’t worry about me.” His reply comes a little rushed, a tad mechanical. It’s not really his fault that his dad says it all the time, that Jimin’s answer is almost always the same. 

“Lying is bad, Jimin-ah. Look at those eye bags.” His dad reaches out a hand to trace his under eye. “And I know you came rushing over here just to visit, but if you’ve got important things to do, you don’t have to visit everyday. Go hang out with your friends sometimes.”

“I want to,” Jimin frowns. “I know I got here a bit late today but it’s just because Hoseok hyung came a little late for his shift, but still, I had to come because I want to see you.” It’s always been the two of them, and his dad has done so much for him, how can he just decide not to visit when he can make time for it? 

“So…” There’s a finality in that word that lets Jimin know his dad has dropped that discussion for now. It’ll be back again, his dad insisting that Jimin should live his life not having to, and he quotes, “worry about this old man in a hospital bed”. But Jimin can’t help it, and he supposes deep down his dad knows that too.  

“Jimin-ah.” Jimin glances back at his dad to find him grinning. Oh god please not again. “Any boy for me to meet?" 

Jimin really wants to flush himself down the toilet and out of sight right this moment. Okay maybe not, that’d be kind of gross. ”Dad,“ he hisses, "Not here please. Mrs Kim does not need to overhear this conversation.” It’s a four-bed ward after all, they aren’t alone, and Jimin really does not need the other middle age people judging him for being far from straight. 

His dad shrugs. “I might have accidentally let it on sometime yesterday and honestly, she’s pretty alright with it.” He gestures to Mrs Kim in the next bed with his chin. As if on cue, the middle aged lady turns in bed and smiles at them. 

Jimin stares at him horrified. “You, what?” Okay maybe now showing himself out of the fifth floor window sounds like a good idea. 

“You can’t be alone forever, Jimin,” his dad says. “When I’m gone, what are you going to do? You’ll be lonely." 

"Don’t say stuff like that, dad,” Jimin quips, frowning. “Besides I’m fine how I am now, I don’t need someone. I’ve got Tae and Hoseok hyung, and-”

“I know, I know,” his dad cuts him off. “I just want you to be happy.” Jimin opens his mouth to reply but his dad beats him to it. “Ah, there’s a new nurse for our ward. Maybe you’ll get to see him later because he’s taking the evening shift today." 

Dad,“ Jimin sighs. He gets it really, his dad has good intentions, but the last time he introduced Jimin to a friend’s son, the boy turned out to be already attached, to a girl no less. 

"He’s a really nice lad, Jimin. He says he’s here on a university attachment program so that means he’s around your age too. And he’s tall and good looking.” His dad waggles his eyebrows a little. “I think you’d like him.”

“I don’t need matchmaking, dad.” Jimin’s half indignant by now. Please, he’s perfectly capable of finding someone. 

His dad ignores him. “He’s single too!” Jimin whips around, narrowing his eyes at his dad. “If you’re going to ask me, yes I asked Jungkook if he has a girlfriend… or a boyfriend…" 

Jimin gives his dad a withering look, only to get a grin in return. Behind him, Jimin vaguely registers the sound of the door opening. He glances at his watch. 9:30PM - visiting hour is over. 

"Jungkook-ah!” Jimin turns in the direction his dad’s looking. He swallows, hard. Wow. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have doubted his dad, but in his defense, his dad’s idea of good looking has never really matched his. But this boy walking towards them is something else. Jimin stares. 

Beside him, his dad nudges him hard. 

“Mr Park, I see you’ve got a visitor for the hour,” Jungkook starts, smiling widely. His eyes land on Jimin’s, briefly doing a once over before catching Jimin’s gaze. He holds it. Jimin ducks his head a little, breaking eye contact. 

“This is my son I’ve told you about.” There’s pride in his dad’s voice and Jimin’s really thankful, but he kind of just wants to run out now before the flush he can feel creeping up his neck gives him away. “Jungkook, Jimin. Jimin, Jungkook. And how many times have I told you that you don’t have to call me Mr Park? It’s so stiff." 

Jungkook laughs, nose scrunching as he does. He doesn’t answer Jimin’s dad, instead turning back to Jimin. "Nice to finally meet you, Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook says. 

Jimin licks his lips before meeting Jungkook’s gaze, hoping fervently that his smile isn’t as shaky as how he feels inside. “I’ve heard a lot about you." 

"Good things, I hope,” Jimin jokes weakly, standing from his seat by the bed. Jungkook’s a good 5cm taller than him, he thinks. He’s wearing a shapeless uniform for nurses that should look terribly unappealing, but the short-sleeved shirt reveals his toned arms. Dammit.

“The best,” Jungkook laughs. “Your dad’s your number one fan.” He takes a step closer and lowers his voice, loud enough only for Jimin. “So good that I might have already fallen a little for the Jimin I’ve heard so much about." 

Jimin tries really. He tries but fails to keep the flush from climbing up his neck, over his ears and tinting his cheeks. Jungkook straightens up and takes a step back, winking before turning to attend to the other patients. The audacity. 

There’s a nudge to his arm and Jimin whips around to face his dad. "What did he say?" 

Jimin busies himself with arranging his dad’s bedside table before moving to fluff his pillows. "Nothing,” he mumbles. His dad raises an eyebrow skeptically but lets it slide. 

“I’ll be back to visit tomorrow.” Jimin leans over to drop a kiss on his dad’s cheek. “Sleep well, dad." 

"Go out with your friends, Jimin-ah. You don’t have to always rush over, okay?” His dad pats his hand and Jimin nods in reply. They both know it’s an advice thrown to the wind but Jimin won’t have it any other way. 

Jimin steps out with a last wave and a soft goodbye called out to the other patients in the ward. He steps to the lift and waits. 

Just as the lift pings, Jungkook steps out and glances around. He spots Jimin and hurries over. “Jimin-ssi!" 

Jimin stops, letting the lift doors close without getting in. Did he forget something in the room? 

"Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook starts again, a small smile on his face. “My shift ends in about 15 minutes. Care to catch a late dinner or supper with me?" 

Jimin stares. Blinks once, twice. "Are you asking me out because my dad made you?" 

Jungkook shakes his head. "Aside from singing praises about you and telling me you’re not with anyone…” He trails off with an almost embarrassed expression on his face. “I think you’re really cute." 

Jimin really needs his pillow right here to squeal into but that’d have to wait. The thudding in his chest is so loud it’s ringing in his ears. Jungkook can’t hear it, can he? He can’t know how affected Jimin is by his presence. 

"You’re paying then,” Jimin manages to utter, voice more stable than he expects. 

Jungkook grins, nodding happily. “My treat!" 

(Later, Jimin ends up paying his day’s worth of salary to feed them in exchange for the "hyung” title, after learning that Jungkook is a freshman in college, two years younger than himself.)


Send me a prompt and a bangtan pairing, I’ll write you a short fic ♡

macgyvertape  asked:

I recently saw your Sith Academy post, where you made a reference to the Psi Corp of Babylon 5. Would you say Bester is one of those "True Believer" instructors who uses the enforcement methods he was taught, or as a cop, is it a different situation that applies? Thanks.

Oh, Bester is a “True Believer”. He’s a fanatic. He conspires against members of the Psi Corps because he believes the Shadow Conspiracy is not in the best interest of future telepath domination. He’s a fantastic villain, and he’s doing exactly what he was taught to do then taking a step beyond it. He’s loyal to the Corps, but he chases his own goals. He’s a great character who cloaks himself in righteousness but whose motivations are almost entirely selfish. He breaks the Corps rules all the time to his own benefit, they all do. Now, these are the rules they put into place so the “normals” or mundane humans feel more comfortable. So, those obviously would be the first to go. If every known telepath belongs to the Corp, no human can’t trust them, especially since they never know when the telepath or a Psi Cop has been illegally digging around inside their head.

Bester is a fantastic example of a character is a believer who follows the rules, just not the rules everyone outside the Corp knows. Now, most of the human characters know he doesn’t follow the rules. This is a point of conflict with the Psi Corps throughout the series. They are the Thought Police. Kept separate and segregated out of fear.

The Psi Corps are a great group (far better than the Sith) if you want to look at functionally abusive training methods. Bester’s parents, for example, were activists against the Corp. After the Corp killed them, he was taken them and completely reworked into the fantatic we see in the series proper. The telepaths wearing gloves to mark them in general society and keep them from having physical contact (even with each other) as a means of control. Talia talking about her memories of Abby, who made her feel safe when she first arrived (and psychically manipulated her into it). The camps and the sleepers are the most obvious, but there’s a lot of little touches to the Corp which are reflective of real world organizations who did successfully manipulate and coerce their followers into loyalty. The Psi Cops themselves wear uniforms modeled after the Gestapo. I mean look at this in-universe television spot, it has subliminal messaging hidden inside it. (Obey the Corp.)

We’ve got kids taken from their parents at a young age, re-trained so this is all they know.  The punishments for not joining the Corp include being put on the sleepers (drugs which suppress their telepathic abilities) and/or sent to concentration camps. A telepath can run, but the Psi Cops will hunt them down. The Psi Cops are trained from a pool of the strongest of the telepaths, they are the most fanatic, the most loyal, and rewarded for their loyalty by their ability to exert the greatest control over the others. There are no legal means for a telepath to appeal their status in general human society as the Corps legally has complete domination over them.

It’s a fantastic example of how fear can be used to create a political underclass, who have no rights but are simultaneously terrifying to the general population.

The Psi Cops are great as villains and the Psi Corps itself is a great example of an evil organization if you ever want to create one for yourself. Babylon 5 as a whole is fantastic, especially for setting building.

And, of course, Alfred Bester himself is a reference to the late, great science fiction author Alfred Bester who pioneered the concept of thought police and psychic cops.

-Michi

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Originally posted by jaebumiie

Im Jaebum (JB of GOT7) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When your grandmother bet that you wouldn’t be able to work in customer service for more than three months because of your bubbling anxiety, you were dead set on proving her wrong. Your best friend Youngjae got you a job in his friend’s cafe but it slipped his mind to mention how affectionate and distractive your new co-workers would be.

Word Count: 9,7K  I got a little carried away

This was stuck on my USB ever since July but I never got to around finishing it OOPS


With a small yellow sticky note crumpled in your left hand, you made your way down the street. The note kept getting more crumpled with each time you double-checked it to make sure you were going in the right direction. Youngjae’s cursive handwriting had faded from black to light grey on the yellow paper, the address barely distinguishable.

The journey to the cafe your best friend had gotten you a job at seemed dreadfully long. It was as if the cold pavement would never end, each stone laughing at your miserable-

Well, would you look at that – you found the place.

In front of the cafe stood a young man that wasn’t exactly tall in height. He kept humming along to a song cheerfully as the broom in his hand moved from side to side. As more leaves, trash and dust was brushed aside, a small colorful welcome mat appeared in front of the door.

The man in front of you stepped back a bit, his eyes locked on the mat, before putting his hands on his hips in satisfaction. He grinned, “There you are, Mindy!”

“Mindy?” You couldn’t help but ask quietly, not entirely in control of your body apparently.

In surprise, the young man looked up from the mat before offering you a smile, “I’m sorry – we’re still closed. Come back in twenty minutes!”

“Does Choi Youngjae work here by any chance?” You asked and held up the note your best friend had given you, “He gave me this address.”

His eyes widened along with his smile to the point of him looking almost creepy. He leaned against his broom, “Are you (Y/n)? The girl that is going to be working here?”

“And you are?” You blinked. It was kind of uncomfortable not knowing the name of a person that obviously is familiar with yours. He opened his mouth to answer, a smile still on his face, but not everything always goes according to the plan.

“Jackson!” Sounded a familiar voice right after the door opened., “I thought I told you I need your help in the kitchen?”

The young handsome man in front of you sighed, his smile finally falling, “But I had to free Mindy!”

Youngjae blinked at him before repeating, “You. Kitchen. Help. Now.”

“Yes, sir!” Jackson saluted him before running into the cafe.

As he went, Youngjae looked at you. As if it was magic, a wide smile appeared on Youngjae’s face, “You came!”

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booyahfordhamlaw  asked:

Barisi at Pride tho!

I ACTUALLY HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT BARISI AT PRIDE THO?

-In the beginning, it’s Carisi volunteering to work the beat in uniform to make sure everything is smooth at the parade and make sure shitty protestors don’t bother the revelers. He’s the cop you see photos of on Tumblr, hugging half-naked dudes and laughing and supporting the festival-goers.

-The next year he remembers to ask the day off. He and Rafael have been together for some time at that point, and he’s grinning and bright and beautiful when he asks Rafe to go with him. Usually Rafael would give that a big old “hell naw” but Sonny is SO EXCITED so he reluctantly agrees despite feeling he’s Too Damn Old ™.

-Sonny’s Pride outfit: cut-off jean shorts (were talking short), red Chucks, and a red tank that says BIFURIOUS in big letters. Rafael’s Pride outfit: a pair of chinos and a light blue button up. He goes for casual by rolling his shirtsleeves up.

-Rafael “you young gays and your glitter” Barba has an amazing time, laughing and holding Sonny’s hand and cheering the parade and celebrating his sexuality for the first time in his life. At one point he gets emotional because he never got the chance to be proud growing up, and he’s so damn glad that all the young people he sees there get to celebrate who they are.

-Sonny “bifurious” Carisi is an absolute queen at Pride. He’s just. He NEVER gets to be flamboyant and he loves it and there’s smudged eyeliner around his eyes and he’s wearing lipgloss and he’s never laughed so much in his life.

*Chinhands* I love them and thank you for sending this in.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I see you're a new blog! ^^ I hope you get lots more followers! I BELIEVE IN YOU! Sorry to throw a soo open and lewd one at you so quickly but. . . I was wondering if you could do a scenario of Toshinori/All Might having a steamy nsfw in the bathroom with his fem s/o? (Shower wall, counter, etc. I'll leave that up to writer's choice? :3 either form or both is cool too.)

Omg, thank you so much for the encouraging message! I’m already at 76 and I’m screaming because I have barely posted something yet! Okay, let’s do this! Hope you enjoy!

Also, you say you don’t mind what form he is in, so I decided to make this with his true form; anyway, when it comes to All Might, please always tell me if you would rather read about his hero or true form!

Word count: 1043.

NSFW Warning.


Toshinori Yagi:

It was rather soon when she heard the front door opening, and then clicking closed. Toshinori was home, earlier than usual; given this fact, the worried look on [Name]’s face as she ran to greet him was no wonder.

“Toshi… You’re back soon today,” she paused, walking up to the exhausted male. “Is everything alright?” He sighed, accepting the embrace that she had immediately offered, and looked down with tired, sunken eyes into her own, filled with concern.

“I… I think my time as a hero will be over soon. I can’t last too much in my form during classes; I tend to excuse myself often.” His words disappointed her; she hated seeing the man so upset, and the only thing she could do – because she knew there was no way to lengthen his time – was to run her fingers through his messy golden hair and speak as gently as possible.

“I can ready a bath right now to get you to relax, okay?” The look in his eyes made her smile lightly, as a bit of the sorrow was replaced with tender love.

“Thank you, my love.” Her smile widened as she caught his bony hand in hers and brought him into the bathroom with her, closing the door softly and pushing him into a sitting position by the corner of the tub. After opening the tap and making sure warm water was flowing into the small place, she kneeled down in front of Toshinori and helped him out of his suit.

“Your shoulders are very tense, let me give you a massage,” she whispered, removing his dressing shirt and stopping the water with one hand as the other treated his sore flesh. A deep sigh came out from his mouth, and he leaned into her touch. “Here, get into the tub.”

He complied, sliding into the warm water, and he groaned as the tension seemed to leave his body and melt into a puddle of bliss. His eyes closed as her hands worked the knots of his back, before they suddenly stopped; he didn’t pay mind to this, lost in his thoughts and relishing in the pleasurable feeling of the soothing water.

Until he heard rustling, and Toshinori’s eyes snapped open to find [Name] sliding her pants down her legs, shirt and bra already discarded on the counter. Upon meeting his flustered gaze, she smiled innocently, even though her eyes darkened in a lustier way.

“I want to join you… Is that okay with you?” He watched her, in her full naked glory, step into the water and straddle him slowly; the blond groaned, his hands coming up to rest on her hips.

“Yes,” he sighed when her hands came to his hair, washing it tenderly, with a smile on her face. The way her nails scratched his scalp made a small hint of a moan escape his firm lips, and a wide smirk settled on her lips, which were latched to his slim neck in no time, sucking and licking and kissing and nipping, bringing a shiver to rock his body that now looked so fragile.

“Pent-up frustration won’t do any good to you, Toshi.” She let her lips wander to nip the lobe of his ear, and his fingers started digging into her soft flesh. “Do you want me to help you relax?”

“Yes,” he moaned.

“What do you want me to do?” With every word, her lips became more mischievous, leaving marks on his thin skin; her hands came down to roam all over his chest, submerged in the water, and ever-so-careful with the large scar on his side.

“Touch me more… please.” She grinned, and her hand was soon wrapped around his awake arousal, pumping slowly and causing waves to rock the water back and forth; she loved the way his breath hitched, and how his pants became louder with every twist of her wrist. Her lips found his, and she moaned when she felt his hand slide between her legs, toying with her little peart.

“T-Toshi…!” One of her hands came up to grip his shoulder, while the other continued pleasuring him. His free hand caressed her red cheek, and he leaned in to her face to share a flurry of passionate and sloppy kisses, interchanging moans and sounds of pleasure as the water started to move in small waves.

“B-Baby, I-I’m close… Keep going, p-please…” She nodded her head, plump lips parting erotically as she brought his member to tease her awaiting hole with his tip, and she moaned loudly, as did he. “Yes, yes… Oh goodness, that’s so good…”

Throwing his head back against the wall behind the tub, he finally came undone, moaning her name and shuddering, bringing her close to his body. The feel of warm, dense spurts of his cum made her moan and shiver, and the blissful look on his face, along with his still restless index finger, tipped her over the edge, having her roaming her hands all over his shoulders and biting his neck to muffle loud cries.

“Do you feel better?” She asked, panting slowly, cuddling into his chest sleepily and in a state of euphoria. Toshinori nodded, leaning down to kiss the dry top of her head.

“A lot, thanks my love.” He suddenly sighed, and a small pang of worry made him look up at him with widened eyes. The blond just chuckled and rubbed circles into her sore hips, where he could feel the tiny uniformity of nail markings that he himself had caused.

“Are you okay?” The curiosity in her voice made him smile, and he nuzzled his wet face into her hair – which had her complaining about not having to wet her hair that day – as playfully as he could.

“Of course. It’s just that I wish I could last a bit more in my hero form.”

“Why is that Toshi?” Something in the way he said that brought her to think he wasn’t just talking about his profession as a hero; the moment he spoke, she verified her thoughts, beet red.

“Because I totally want to have the stamina to fuck you senseless on that counter behind you…”

And she smiled behind reddened cheeks.

“I can totally ride you, though, love…”

So I Killed My First Vampire, Now What?

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Omega! Donna Hanscum, Beta! Sam Winchester, Beta! Jody Mills

This takes place immediately following the events of “Hibbing 911.”

*This fills the “Possessive Alpha” square for my @spnabobingo card

Master List

Everyone was quiet as we drove back to the sheriff’s retreat.  I was still in shock from the news that not only were monsters real, but I had killed a real live vampire not 30 minutes ago. What the cuss!

“You did good, Hanscum.” Jody said from the seat next to me. “I know this is a lot to take in believe me.”

“I don’t know about you three, but I need a drink,” Dean muttered.  Dean sure drank a lot, even for an Alpha, not that it was any of my business.  But if what we had just seen was any indication of the crap he and Sam dealt with on a regular basis, no wonder!

“And I need a shower!“ I said, trying to wipe the blood off the side of my face. I only succeeded in smearing it on my nose.

“I wanna go somewhere no one knows I’m a sheriff. Meet back here in 30 minutes?” Jody got out of the car and walked away without waiting for an answer. Something told me she wasn’t really asking.  It still amazed me that Jody wasn’t an Alpha.  Alpha females were rare, and she sure acted like one, but there was no doubt about it, she was a Beta.

“Uh, Sheriff? You have blood on your nose. C’mere.” Dean reached over and with a swipe of his thumb, he wiped the blood away.  The cocky grin immediately left his face the instant his skin touched mine, and he looked at me like he wanted to say something.

I felt his touch all the way to my bones, and I shivered.  I knew he was an Alpha, but why did he have to smell so damn good?  For a minute we just stared at each other, until I pulled away. His touch made me really self-conscious.  He was gorgeous,  and I was divorced and needed to lose twenty pounds. I quickly put some distance between us so i could think.

“So now that I’m a member of your monster-killing gang, I think you can call me Donna, ‘kay?”  I teased in an effort to lighten the mood.

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anonymous asked:

*peeks inside trenchcoat* yes some headcanons would be nice

*rubs my grubby hands together* Hoooooooo boy you sure? Because I have a lot of feelings about my son James Nicholas Church!! :

  • He’s a baseball player okay
  • And damn does he look good in the tight uniform, swinging the bat so every muscle in body clenches and ripples obviously under the skin tight clothes, his sweaty fringe falling in his firm focused eyes, 
  • AND THIS BOY CAN RUN JESUS
  • This boy got thicc thighs I’m telling you they’re like softest pillows Chris can confirm 
  • Didn’t really know his sexuality for a while because he never really thought about it but then found some more obscure terms online and saw polysexual and decided he liked it 
  • Mostly because then he wasn’t limiting himself to just two but he still didn’t know if he was attracted to all genders he just knows he likes Chris
  • A HUGE dog person 
  • Has really messy dark hair that never settles into one place he just kinda shoves it out the way when it gets in his face 
  • His glasses are ‘fashionable’ I guess? Sort of thick black frames that outline his dark eyes nicely and make his dark lashes look darker
  • Someone once complimented him on his glasses and he blushed for the rest of the day what a cutie
  • Definitely, gives his teacher presents on the last day of school because he’s the sweetest peach
  • Helps old people across the road
  • Doesn’t know how to react to flirting just kinda stares while blushing and opening and closing his mouth
  • His favourite non-Mormon uniform outfit is to wear some jeans and a plaid shirt rolled to the elbow over the top of a t-shirt 
  • He has freckles across his nose that only multiply from the Uganda sun, matching the ones on his back and over his shoulders
  • Doesn’t bruise easily so Chris has to try extra hard to give hickeys
  • Favourite flavour ice-cream is Rocky Road
  • SALTY POPCORN AND HE WILL FIGHT YOU ABOUT IT
  • Fiddles with his glasses and drags his hand through his hair when he’s nervous
  • Has a really toothy smile but stares at the floor when he does because he gets shy about it
  • His laugh is adorable - it’s hearty and he throws his head back, giggling as it fades, rubbing his pink cheeks
  • V E R Y tall about 6′ 4″, a few inches taller than Kevin which really pisses him off  so he’s a bit lanky even if he joined baseball to try and build a bit of muscle
  • Has deepish voice that is extremely gravelly in the morning 
  • Favourite breakfast meal is a bowl of Frosties with a glass of orange juice and a stolen half of Chris’ cookie dough poptarts
  • Smells like green apples because of his shampoo
  • Has really nice hands they’re a little coarse from baseball but they’re large and thin so slip between your fingers very smoothly (even if they’re usually cold) 

THESE NEXT ONES ARE SAD

  • He flinches a lot when people touch him without warning, a lingering result of his abusive upbringing 
  • Tends to throw himself into his baseball as a coping mechanism like how Chris found him at 3am in a batting cage furious hitting balls, with tears dripping down his face
  • Hates to swear and flinches the most in the beginning when they started to because it reminded him of what his father would scream at his mother
  • Has commitment issues and a lot of insecurity about relationships as well as a reluctant towards the existence of true healthy love due to the only relationship he’d been exposed to was severely unhealthy 
  • When he was 3 months into his Uganda mission he got a call from his mom to tell him his dog had died and he cried for two days 
  • Got teased a bit at school because he didn’t watch football as it reminded him of the origins of his dad’s anger
  • Doesn’t have as many panic attacks as he once did, only a few a years, which he was getting better at bouncing back from, even though they were terrifying and caused a constant nagging of dread for when he could have his next one 
  • After Kevin, James is the most doubtful of God’s existence, even if it wasn’t too much, but why would He place his mother in such a violent and scary position if he was all loving?
  • Cries when he’s being yelled at which cause some teasing from his peers whenever he was told off in school 
  • When Elder McKinley chides him for the first time his voice raising a little no doubt from the stress he was feeling from trying to get at least ONE baptism, he bursts into tears because he looks up to Connor so much 
  • Connor immediately stops and hugs him tightly, before quickly dismissing him and James was thankful he didn’t ask
  • Chris is mostly used to James crying in his sleep, and he just brushes his fringe from his forehead, heart breaking as he listens to the small whimpers calling out for his mother - but James had told him a long time ago not to wake him as they only happen for a few short moments

In conclusion, I love my boy James and he deserves the world 

anonymous asked:

What do you think about the new Star Trek: Discovery coming out next month?

I am very excited. As I said the other day, I love MORE so even though it’s not the era I’d prefer I’m very happy it exists. 

  • I have loved Michelle Yeoh since The Heroic Trio and I cannot believe she is going to be in Star Trek!!!!!!!!!!!
  • I have a massive crush on Jason Isaacs. He is my favorite Captain Hook and the Malfoys are forever my favorites in Harry Potter and everything I’ve heard about his character makes me think he will be my Problematic Fave™.
  • SPOCK HAS A SISTER. 
  • LOOK HOW CUTE SHE IS:
  • I have a lot of feelings about the extended Sarek family!!!!!!!! The lack of Amanda is really the only thing bothering me about the series. Frain recently confirmed she is introduced, at least.
  • Women supporting women!
  • Canon gay relationship!
  • I don’t care about ship design, I barely ever even notice it. 
  • I like the Klingon redesign, and I think it is smart. 
  • I’ve had CBS All Access since The Good Wife season 6 so that’s a non-issue for me. 
  • The uniforms are AMAZING. The metallic cording is TO DIE FOR. I want a jacket and I want it NOW. 
  • I love Star Trek! We get new Star Trek! I’m so excited!!!!
White Widow - Part 6
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

A/N: This chapter is angst and nightmares, mention of vomit, but Bucky and Steve dressing as each other for Halloween, so who could ask for more…Credit to @readytocomply for the rad image of Bucky!Cap


Bucky and I had gotten back into our routine. Our workouts got more intense. I had moved on to sparring with a partner and hell he was a tough opponent. I even went a few times with Natasha and she was no easier. Sam was a piece of cake to take down though. Just a wink and a little exaggeration in the swing of my hips and he was putty.

I’ll never forget the look on Bucky’s face when I landed my first full force punch right to his jaw.

I immediately snapped my whole body away from his, hands up to my mouth, mouth open in total shock.

“James, I am so sorry!”

He looked half stunned and half proud as he spat a little bit of blood onto the floor.

“That was awesome.” he smiled and pulled me into a hug

“I think you’re ready to move onto guns doll.” he said as a smirk grew on his face

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Downton Rewatch (Season 1): part ii

- oh my gOD Bates get a hold of yourself. so william comes barreling through the door and spills Thomas’ tea all over him and thomas gets mad. and says something snotty. wow. call the constable, what an effing crime. like. now thomas has tea all over his clothes so he’s either got to go and change (which i’m sure he has just masses of other clothes no problem right) or wait for it to dry, during which time if Mr. Carson catches him he’s going to get a verbal thrashing. DO EITHER OF THOSE OPTIONS SOUND APPEALING. like I am the first to admit that thomas is the most…JUST THE MOST. but don’t treat him like he just ripped the head off of a baby lamb for having a reaction jesus BACK OFF BATES

- oh good lord when Daisy says, “i’d do anything for you” and Thomas glows - ACTUALLY GLOWS - with something like pride and wonder and genuine surprise. i mean in the next second his face shifts and he does this villainous little smirk sure yeah because that’s a weapon, that’s something to defend yourself with if you need it, something to use against other people duh. (honestly i don’t know how anyone who isn’t a slytherin makes sense of the world but okay) but in that moment before, there was bare vulnerability and it was fucking beautiful. shit. i’m gonna make a shitty gif of it because you guys have got to see this shit.

THOMAS. (90% of my live action commentary watching this show is just me yelling out in a pained and strangled voice THUHMASSS).

-this is a real live actual conversation that happens.

OB: [plotting against Bates} What we need to do is to make him a suspect when something’s really been stolen.

Thomas: How do we know anything’s been stolen?

OB: Because you stole it, you noodle.

You are both noodles, and this is a terrible idea.

- side note: how fucking spot on is it that when there are scenes happening in Carson’s office or the servants hall you can hear Mrs. Patmore and Daisy bickering in the background. I mean. I take this show to task for a lot but wow that is some tight storytelling.

- man do i miss the good ole days of Thomas and OB plotting and smoking in the courtyard. iconic.

- there is not much i find more delightful than Thomas saying “sod ‘em.” why can’t he have been given more dirty lines please…why is RJC’s ridiculous accent so fucking soothing. SEE HOW SOOTHED I AM. i am currently just a skin bag of loose bones and honey.

- Daisy and Mrs. Patmore are fuking underappreciated. Daisy misunderstanding Mrs. Patmore and thinking she’s supposed to poison the food while Mrs. P is away for eye surgery is one of the best and most subtle moments of comedic genius in television history.

- why is watching Thomas putting food in his mouth…so erotic. i did not ask for this. i was perfectly happy not knowing this about myself.

- okay so look. i am the first (okay maybe not the first) to admit that Thomas says and does some mean shit. he’s not perfect! some days…he is so overwhelmingly far from perfect that hypothetically you have to go have a good long talk with yourself in the bathroom mirror about why the eff it’s one o clock in the morning and you are lulling yourself to sleep with VIVID fantasies of putting a grown man in the bathtub, washing the pomade out of his hair, and seeing what kinds of noises he makes when you skritch the back of his head. hypothetically. i can only imagine that’s what it would be like because none of this is personal experience. but also let’s not pretend that i won’t defend Thomas to the everloving end. yes, it is not his finest moment to make light of a woman losing her pregnancy or a young person losing their mother, BUT for fuck’s sake why does no one seem to have a problem with people putting their hands on Thomas in violence, holy shit.

- aghhhhh the fact that Thomas holds himself so still, head so high and proud when he’s got bruises on his face. It is the Don’t Fucking Touch Me Stillness, cousin to his Blank Look of Shame, and you all know how i feel about that.

- hahahahahhah ohhhhhhh well fuck me i guess branson/sybil/gwen was the ot3 i didn’t even know i wanted. 

UP NEXT IN SEASON 2: THOMAS SURROUNDED BY MEN IN UNIFORM, HOW WILL HE DEAL (spoiler alert: badly and with lots of looks of PANGED LONGING)

Code Name: Extremis
Title: TRB Round 4 - Extremis
Universe: Avengers Assemble
Rating: G
Summary: AU where the Time Stone de-ages Steve instead of Tony. Steve has and hasn’t lived a very long time. 

Notes: For @capim-tinybang and fill for STONY Bingo S3 ‘Infinity Gems’.


In all objective fairness, the last thing Tony should have done was laugh.

Everyone knows the fable of Captain America—the scrawny teenager with a heart of gold, who the serum transformed into the peak of male perfection—and Tony has been with Steve long enough to hear some of the details, usually in the dark of night when Steve is drenched in bad dreams and they lie side by side, holding hands and staring at the ceiling.

That’s the thing about living legends, the legend is usually a heroic distillation of a lot of pain. Steve’s told him about pain, which came with war and loss, with starvation and sickness, at the hands of bullies, in the pitying stares of strangers; in rejection.

“Big guys and dames and the recruiting office,” Steve said one time, from somewhere in that space between waking and dreaming. He held Tony in the crook of his arm like a favorite toy. “I remember so much laughing, but it didn’t feel funny.”

And it’s not funny when the time stone de-ages Steve into what have to be his late teens. It’s just that one moment, he was filling the Captain America uniform to bursting and in the next moment, the whole thing fell off his 4F-120-lbs-soaking-wet frame like so many dead leaves. Steve’s expression was utterly bewildered amid the pile of red, white, blue and leather.  

Tony still shouldn’t have laughed.

But he had been so damn relieved.

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Word Count: 1531
Author’s Note: from @malindacathI keep playing in my mind of the reader and Jim getting married. Since they both know what the other is wearing, the reader decides to write Jim letters like her grandmother did the day she married her grandfather. One would be on the pillow when wakes, etc; he would find them in places he was not expecting all the while he had done the same after hearing his grandparents did the same; kind of like vows before the marriage vows??As to my letter writing vows, I think that Spock and Scotty would be hiding hers while Uhura and Bones would hiding his with help from each team. I imagine Bones being the one to give her away. Maybe even Pike marrying them. 
I loved this idea. I don’t normally like the idea of the Enterprise crew being married. I don’t know why. But I loved this idea and really enjoyed dredging through the romantic I keep locked up in the back of my head to make it sweet. I hope it worked. I’m not super romantic :D


You yawned and stretched, the sensation of waking on your own time strange and luxurious. You turned your head to check the time and were mildly amused that it was only ten minutes past when your alarm usually went off. You stretched a second time, and groaned, feeling your shoulders and wrists pop. Your hand dropped onto Jim’s pillow, and met with a paper envelope and you smiled. So old fashioned. You’d never expected it from him when you first met, but Jim was a man who loved the past, even as he boldly pushed forward into the future. When he’d suggested the letters as a way to personalize a wedding day that by Starfleet regulation needed to be very structured, you’d thought it was a sweet way to make the day truly belong to you both. As your hand slid across the crisp envelope, you realized it was utterly and completely romantic.

You sat up, and pushed your hair out of your face. Leaning against the wall, you slipped your finger under the edge of the envelope and broke the seal, pulling out a small notecard.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! It's said that the color of the clothes says a lot about someone's personality. However, some of my story's characters all wear the same uniforms. How can I express their personalities through color if the uniforms are all the same?

Hey, thanks for your question! This sounds like a great level of detail to go into, and I love that you’re putting this much thought into your characters! 

If your characters all have to wear the same thing, it may very well feel like you can’t represent their personality using their clothes. There are many ways you can still do this, and different colours aren’t the only way to show personality in clothing. 

Even though your characters have to wear the same uniform, they probably all wear it differently. Perhaps the ‘goody two shoes’ law abiding citizen will follow instructions about their uniform to a T - no accessories, just the uniform how it’s supposed to be worn. 

But maybe some of your other characters will ‘accessorize’, perhaps by means of jewellery, or maybe they physically wear the uniform differently than others. Maybe one person always rolls up their sleeves, or always wears their favourite necklace, et cetera. By doing this, you not only show how well they follow instructions about their uniform, but you also still get some level of choice about what they wear, even if they’re wearing the ‘same’ uniform. 

I hope this helped you out, nonny, and if you still have questions, feel free to leave us another ask! 

-Mod Gen


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask us!

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My brother went into the Navy a year and a half before I graduated from high school. I was headed to college, but I had mentioned that I wanted to talk to a recruiter, too. I overheard a conversation my mother had with her boyfriend and they joked that I’d never make it out of boot camp. I took it really personally. It felt bad that they didn’t have confidence in me being able to achieve that. So sometimes you can take that kind of negative energy and turn it into something good. That’s how I ended up in the military.

I had more responsibility at nineteen than a lot of nineteen-year-olds. I really took that to heart. I was very serious about my job, I loved it. I loved the prestige that comes along with serving in the military. You come home and you’ve got your uniform on and you swell up. You feel good because people are proud of you. Especially because I’m African-American. This country hasn’t been the best to us, but a lot of my family served despite that. In fact, I think it was even a bigger way to show our patriotism and our want to assimilate as Americans. It’s like, “Hey, I’m one of you.”

And I was able to change the minds of a lot of people who had prejudiced ideas. There was this guy, his name was Wazinsky. He didn’t like black people. But when we were on the ship, we spent twelve hours in the magazine together. Twelve hours, just me and this guy. I talked to him and he just ignored me. So I talked to him and talked to him. Finally, I talked about wrestling and he reacted to it, reluctantly. But that’s how we connected. It really taught me how to find a commonality with somebody that you might be culturally different from in order to get along. Maybe along the line that will change their feelings. Because once you have a positive experience, it’s hard to hold onto those prejudices. That’s why I think a lot of the vets are a little bit more progressive.

I’m actually the chaplain of this VFW. We have a hat, coat, and sock program during the wintertime to help homeless vets. When these guys get kicked out of the shelters in the morning, they’ve got to stay warm until they can get back in. We partner with the Community Resource and Referral Center (CRRC). It’s where homeless vets can go downtown, it’s close to the shelters. They can get a shower there. They can wash their clothes. They have access to computers. They can see a nurse. And foot care is big. So that’s become my little pet project. It’s just our way of giving back.

Gerald
Navy, E-5 (served on the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower during the first Gulf War)