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✧  Studio Ghibli - Kiki’s delivery service!  ✧

so i watched kiki’s delivery service for the 2nd time over the weekend and was really inspired by the cute little bakery she gets to stay in! im pretty happy with how this turned out although the bedroom and kitchen were a little hard to replicate. nethertheless,it still gives off a very cozy and warm vibe ^-^

you can visit it here - 0398-5735-451

One day, the whole world looks like an open page
and you’ve been dancing as fast as you can with a smile on your face
and then the earth and the sky they open together
and carry me away as light as a feather
chase the clouds from the ground
in the big blue sky don’t wanna watch it all go by so I’m gonna fly


Chips the War Doggie,

During World War II there was a great need for US Military service dogs, and to recruit more dogs a program was created where civilians could donate their pets for the cause. One such doggo was a German Shepherd/Collie?Siberian Husky mix named Chips. Chips took onto his military training quickly and he became a guard dog with the 3rd Infantry Division. He even guard President Franklin D. Roosevelt and Prime Minister Winston Churchill during the Casablanca conference in 1943. However, it was in battle where Chips would show his bravery.

Chips took part in the invasion of Sicily on July/August of 1943. In one incident his platoon was pinned down by a hidden machine gun bunker. Chips broke loose from his handler and literally stormed the bunker, jumping through the firing slit and viciously biting the four Italian soldiers within. The soldiers ran out of the pillbox in terror and surrendered to the Americans. Chips was wounded in the action, and as a result was awarded the Purple Heart. In another incident Chips alerted his unit to an enemy ambush. During the ambush, he carried a phone line attached to his collar back to the rear so that his men could call for reinforcements. 

Chips would continue to serve on the Italian front, later took part in the Allied invasion of Southern France in August of 1944, and the subsequent invasion of Germany. He was discharged in December of 1945 and returned to his family.. Throughout his service, he performed many more brave acts, and never failed to alert his fellow soldiers to dangers such as incoming artillery, enemy aircraft, and enemy ambushes.  For his feats and bravery in the face of combat, he was award the Silver Star and the Distinguished Service Cross. Quite impressive for a humble doggo.

Chip’s fame spread across the United States which unfortunately led to a problem.  The Commander of the Order of the Purple Heart complained to both President Roosevelt and the War Department stating that by awarding medals to a mere dog they were demeaning the men who had also been decorated. As a result Chip’s medals were revoked and US policy was changed so that dogs were recognized as equipment, not combatants. 

The son of a Texas sharecropper and was part Yaqui Native American and part Mexican, young Benavidez grew up an orphan, poor, and dropped out of school in the 7th grade. He was labeled a ‘dumb Mexican’ through his early years.

He enlisted in the Army National Guard in 1952 and 3 years later moved to the Regular Army. He married, joined the 82nd Airborne Division and was jump qualified. He later went into Special Forces training and was accepted into the 5th Special Forces Group and Studies and Observation Group SOG.

In '65 he was sent to South Vietnam serving as an advisor to the South Vietnamese Army and stepped on a land mine during a patrol and medical evacuated to the States. The doctors there determined that he would never walk again, but Benavidez showed them by conducting his own physical therapy at night to regain his ability to walk by crawling on his elbows and chin to a wall beside his bed, he would prop himself up against the wall and try to lift himself without physical assistance, but was cheered on by his fellow patients. It took a year of painful exercise, but in July '66 Benavidez walked out of the hospital, yes-walked, with his wife beside him and requested to be sent back to Vietnam.

It was granted in January '68.

On 2 May of that year, a 12-man Special Forces patrol comprised of 9 loyal Montagnards and 3 American leaders were engaged and quickly surrounded by an estimated 1,000 North Vietnamese Army soldiers. Hearing their frantic calls on the radio for help Benavidez ran for the helicopter and climbed on board armed only with a knife.

The landing zone was hot, but he’ realized that all the patrol members were either dead or wounded and unable to make it to the helicopter and ordered his helicopter to a nearby opening and jumped into it with a medical bag to take care of the wounded. So began a six-hour firefight. In his run to make it to the casualties Benavidez was wounded in the leg, face and head by enemy fire, but he doggedly continued, found the team members and rallied them to keep fighting to hold the enemy at bay to allow a medevac to occur.

He took smoke grenades and hurled them at the enemy in the tree line to direct close air support. When a helicopter came in, Benavidez picked up and carried off 6 of the patrol one by one to the helicopter. When they were on board he took a rifle and ran with the helicopter as it flew along towards where the other members were giving protecting fire from the NVA. When the patrol leader was killed, Benavidez managed to reach his body and recover classified materials, but was wounded again by enemy fire in the abdomen and shrapnel in his back. At that moment, the helicopter that was about to save them all was hit, the pilot killed, and it crashed into the LZ.

Benavidez ran back to the wreckage and pulled the dead and wounded and the others from it and set up a perimeter giving them hope with encouraging words and distributing ammo and water. The enemy fire was intense with automatic weapons and grenades coming from all sides. Using a radio, Benavidez began calling in close air support with gunship runs to allow another rescue attempt. He was hit again by a bullet through his thigh while dressing a wounded man.

A second helicopter came in to take them and the sergeant began taking them onboard, after taking one man and was carrying another, an NVA popped out and clubbed the sergeant in the head. Benavidez grappled with the enemy soldier and stabbed him in the head with his knife with enough force that it became stuck in the soldier’s head and couldn’t be removed.

When the last of the wounded were on board the sergeant saw two NVA rushing the helicopter, but the door gunners couldn’t engage them. Taking a rifle he gunned them both down. He made one last run around to gather and destroy the last of the classified material before boarding the helicopter. It was here when his adrenaline stopped and the serious nature of his wounds became known.

He received 37 puncture wounds, his intestines were out of his body, blinded by blood, a broken jaw, and shrapnel in his back he was thought to be dead with the helicopter touched down at base. He was pronounced dead by a doctor when he couldn’t feel a heartbeat, but the sergeant showed him by spitting in the doctor’s face. He recovered from his many injuries, but he wasn’t awarded the Medal of Honor. Instead, he was given the Distinguished Service Cross.

His friends clambered for this to be addressed, but Congress declared that too much time had passed and they needed eye witnesses to his actions. In 1980, Benavidez’s radioman, Brian O'Conner, provided a 10 page testimony about the firefight and was severely wounded in the same fight and thought to have died from his wounds, but he was alive and saw the news report on the news while vacationing in Australia. With his testimony the Review Board upgraded the Distinguished Service Cross to the Medal of Honor. On 24 February 1981 President Ronald Reagan bestowed the Medal of Honor to Master Sergeant Roy P. Benavidez to go with his other medals including;

5 Purple Hearts
Defense Meritorious Service Medal
Meritorious Service Medal
Army Commendation Medal
Good Conduct Medal with one silver and one bronze service loop
Army of Occupation Medal
National Defense Service Medal
Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal
Vietnam Service Medal with four campaign stars
Vietnam Campaign Medal
Presidential Unit Citation
Republic of Vietnam Gallantry Cross with Palm
Texas Legislative Medal of Honor
Combat Infantry Badge
Master Parachutist Badge
Army Special Forces Tab.

Not bad for a 'Dumb Mexican’.

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Hal Moore died my man

Lt. Gen. Harold Gregory “Hal” Moore, Jr. passed away on February 10, 2017, a few days short of his 95th birthday. 

He was the first of West Point class 1945 to be promoted to brigadier, major, and lieutenant general. He served in the military from 1945 to 1977. He served in Japan after WWII, until 1948. He made over 300 parachute jumps in the 82nd Airborne Division, 150 of which were in the Airborne Test Section with experimental parachutes.

He commanded a mortar company during the Korean War, because he was due for promotion to major – but the 7th Division’s commanding general had put a hold on any promotions without command of a company in combat. In 1954, he returned to West Point and was an instructor in infantry tactics, teaching then-cadet Norman Schwarzkopf, who called him one of his heroes, and cites Moore as the reason he chose the infantry branch. (Schwarzkopf led the UN coalition during OPERATION: DESERT STORM.) 

In 1964, now a lieutenant colonel, Moore completed the course of study at the Naval War College, earning a master’s degree in International Relations from my alma mater, George Washington University. He was transferred to Fort Benning and took command of the 2nd Battalion, 23rd Infantry, 11th Air Assault Division. In July they were redesignated the 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) and deployed to Vietnam in September.

On November 14, 1965, he led the 1st Battalion, 7th Cavalry of the 3rd Brigade, into the Battle of la Drang. encircled by the enemy with no clear landing zone that would allow them to leave, Moore persevered despited being significantly outnumbered by the NVA and VC – who would go on to defeat the 2nd Battalion, 7th Cavalry only a few miles away a day later. He was nicknamed ‘Yellow Hair’ due to his blond hair by his troops, as a homage to General Custer – who, as a lieutenant colnel, commanded the same 7th Cavalry Regiment at the Battle of the Little Bighorn just a century before. Though casualties were higher for the other parts of the battle of la Drang, Moore’s troops suffered 79 killed and 121 wounded. 634 NVA and VC bodies were found in the vicinity, with an estimated 1,215 killed by artillery and airstrikes in the area. He was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross for his part of the battle, promoted to colonel, and took over command of the 3rd Brigade. 

In 1968, he was assigned by the Army to Harvard University to complete his M.A in international relations. On August 31, he was promoted to brigadier general, and then to major general in 1970. His assignment at the time was as assistant chief of staff of the Eighth Army in South Korea. He was charged by General Michaelis of the 7th ID to clean up a major drug abuse and racial strife problem. Moore established leadership schools for both officers and NCOs, and institted an ‘equal opportunity policy.’ He backed it up with punishments to those who discriminated based on race, ethnicity, or creed. 

In 1974 he was appointed deputy chief of staff for personnel, his last assignment. He dealt with army recruiting issues after the draft was terminated, as well as the drawdown of forces after the end of the Vietnam War. His next assignment was to become Commanding General, US Army Japan, but he retired instead. He left the Army on August 1, 1977, after 32 years of active service.

In 1992 Moore wrote We Were Soldiers Once… And Young with co-author Joseph L. Galloway. The book was adapted into the 2002 film We Were Soldiers, by Mel Gibson. It remains my absolute favorite Vietnam War movie.

Moore and Joseph L. Galloway have written another book together, a follow-up to their first collaboration. We Are Soldiers Still; A Journey Back to the Battlefields of Vietnam was published in 2008.

Here he is putting out the flag that his son, Col. David Moore, sent home from Afghanistan. Rest in peace, sir.

Full medal jacket

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Steve’s decorations in the MCU—or rather, the lack of them—and especially about Bucky’s medals, which are nonexistent. I’m writing a fic where there’s some discussion about decorations, valor, and the fact that Bucky was a war hero, trying to make sense of the incoherent hack writing of CACW that has the media identifying the “infamous Winter Soldier” as James Buchanan Barnes, but apparently no one seems to also be talking about the fact that this is Howling Commando James Barnes, Captain America’s best friend James Barnes, decorated war hero James Barnes. (laporcupina has a nice examination of this here.)

The first time we see Steve in his Captain’s uniform, he’s wearing these ribbons and badges

Sigh. He’s so dreamy… There’s a few different posts floating around identifying what those ribbons and badges are, but the most important is that he’s wearing the ribbons for only two medals: one is the purple heart with an oak leaf cluster, which signifies that he was wounded in action at least twice (once for the original medal, the oak leaves for another award). That one’s interesting because we don’t see him get wounded, really, in the First Avenger; it could mean, though, that the multiple purple hearts were for meritorious service because they were given for that at that time. He’s also wearing an American Service Defense Medal ribbon, which confuses me, because in the MCU he shouldn’t wear it: they were given for active service from 1939–1941, so he wouldn’t have had this. (In the comics, yes, but not the movies.) I chalk this up to Marvel’s notoriously terrible props department, the folks who gave us a museum display with two different birthdates for Bucky on the SAME DISPLAY, and use quotation marks and apostrophes for feet and inches, when no self-respecting museum would do that. (Those are the tip of the props issues iceberg but my personal pet peeves.)

Now, this shot is presumably in the scene where he blows off Senator Brandt in London, where he’s supposed to receive a “Medal for Valour” which is never specified. And it’s irritating because: which was it? Was it the Medal of Honor, the highest award you can earn? Or was it the Distinguished Service Cross, the second highest award for valor? It could even be the Silver Star, although I feel like that’s unlikely because single-handedly rescuing 400-plus men from a heavily guarded prison camp is a lot more than Silver Star-worthy. My feeling is that it was the DSC, maybe because they figured they’d save the MoH for later since he’d probably be raking in medals as he won the war. I can buy him not wearing it right then since the ceremony just happened, but…it’s a stretch.

Then immediately after, we see Steve with the men who will become the Howlies, and no one has any decorations on their uniforms/they’re not in full uniform…and then there’s Bucky. He has no decorations even when we see him in the service uniform at the start of CATFA, and he’s certainly not wearing any in the pub.

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Chocobros x Reader--For Your Entertainment: Prologue

You guys voted and courtesan fic won for the 300 followers celebration poll! This will be a 4-part series, and will cover Gladio, Prompto, Ignis, and Noctis in that order, with Noctis being the finale. This will be a fic about the reader, but the prologue is from Noct’s perspective. No sex yet, but Chapter 1 and every chapter after that will be smut. Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for your support, always <3. And because people really don’t seem to see this, I want to out and out state it: the woman has absolutely no descriptors because I want the readers to be able to fill themselves in. So whatever your skin color or body type, hair length, all that… it seems like some people are still convinced we ( @hypaalicious @diabolik-trash-heap ) are only writing a specific kind of character and that’s just not what’s happening here. I mean maybe I’m excluding bald people because I need a little bit of hair to be pulled but I feel like that’s a small concession lol. ANYWAY WITHOUT FURTHER RAMBLING, I PRESENT FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT: PROLOGUE


After weeks of preparation, the big day had finally arrived… the young prince Noctis was set to depart for Altissia to marry the lady Lunafreya, after one last road trip with his friends and crownsguard.

As Noctis descends the stairs to the Regalia, his eyes alight on the figure of a woman standing just to the side of the car with the Marshall, Cor Leonis. She smiles pleasantly at Noctis, and he scowls in return. He can hear the whispers of his companions behind him.

“Who’s that girl?”

“Friend of yours, Noct?”

“Did you have a girlfriend all this time and we didn’t know it?!”

The prince’s hands curl into fists at his side.

“Why are you doing this?!”

Regis furrows his brow. “I’m not doing anything—this was always part of the plan. Courtesans are a time-honored tradition of this court, and as your wedding won’t take place here alternate arrangements must be made.”

“This was supposed to be the last thing I got to do on my own… and I can’t even have this now.”

The king’s face softens.

“Noct, please reconsider. Your trip will still be everything you hoped it would be… you’ll just have one more person along for the ride.”

“And what if I don’t use her?”

“Then I expect you’ll disappoint your new wife on your wedding night… but that’s your decision to make. All I can do is guide you in the right direction.”

“I won’t touch her… I won’t speak to her… I won’t even look at her.”

“Your loss then. But I expect you to treat her with the minimum courtesy you’d afford to anyone else—I will not have my son disrespecting a woman in our care.”


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One of the biggest NHS strikes in history is about to happen – but you won’t hear about it
This year Serco took over services in NHS hospitals. From that moment on I felt my working life became unbearable.

Today, I, along with hundreds of other hospital cleaners, caterers, porters and security workers at St Barts Trust, will be taking strike action.

Between December and April, so-called ‘soft service’ workers across Whipps Cross, Mile End, Royal London and St Bartholomew’s Hospitals were fully privatised over to the Serco corporation in a contract worth £600m. Overnight we went from being valued workers in the NHS to being the employees of a private company better known for running prisons. This alone was upsetting for many of us, especially those with decades of service in the NHS.

When Serco came in they promised us that nothing would change and if anything, things would get better. In reality, I felt things got worse almost immediately. Within three days of taking over the Royal London Hospital they attempted to abolish our ten-minute morning tea break; this was only reinstated after 120 of us walked off the job and demanded it was returned. On top of this, cleaners often find themselves doing the jobs of two people. A hospital domestic now has 57 duties to complete in a given shift – everything from mopping numerous floors, cleaning dozens of toilets as well as difficult tasks like high dusting. We are heavily scrutinised by managers and supervisors and face huge pressure to complete tasks in an impossible timeframe. As a result of this, many of us are starting work up to 30 minutes earlier (unpaid) and many of us work through our breaks as we do not have enough time to serve food to patients or complete our allocations.

This culture of overwork has led to a huge strain on us both mentally and physically. I have frequently seen colleagues, grown men and women, break down into tears as they simply cannot take the pressure any more. Many of us are talking about quitting the hospital altogether. I myself have had to go off sick with swollen hands due to having to clean multiple wards – similarly I have developed a back ache from having to rush through my tasks. Other injuries I have seen in my colleagues include tendinitis, aching joints and ganglion cysts from abrasions. Where once I used to come home and spend time with my children and help them with their schoolwork, now I often come home and simply fall asleep.

In March we submitted a pay claim to Serco for an extra 30p per hour. This is to cover the rising costs of travel and general inflation. Serco have rejected this out of hand. This is despite the fact they are making huge profits every year. Their CEO alone, Rupert Soames, makes over £2m per year in salary plus bonus. One of us would have to work over a century to earn that. Along with other NHS workers, we have had a pay freeze for years. The previous argument for this was that the NHS didn’t have enough money; but it is clear that that isn’t the case with Serco. It seems that their priority in St Bart’s isn’t patient care rather squeezing us in order to make as much profit as possible. They want more and more work from people so they can pocket the difference.

We love our jobs and love being part of our NHS, however these private companies are making it almost impossible to bear. This is not a strike simply about money, but about our dignity as hospital support workers. We hope you will support us.