stripes single


If only

anonymous asked:

how genetically accurate is graypaw?? and ravenpaw too, if his parents are confirmed (i forget if they are or not)

both are ok!

graystripe’s parents are silver shaded (willow) + black bicolor (patch), so its ok for him to be black silver shaded! this way (with the darker marking on the back) it kinda gives off the effect of his infamous single stripe and still makes him relatively accurate

ravenpaw’s parents are chocolate (robin) + black (fuzzy), but in order to get a choc kit you need 2 choc parents. chocolate is a recessive of black, so that means that raven will be black instead! (dustpelt should be solid black as well)

GAS-15 Gary Stading (CA, KIA 25 April 68) on the beach at Chu Lai… Note the Combat Infantry Badge (CIB), as well as the ‘California’ and single stripe on the cap. 

Note from Doc Norman: I was present when this photo was shot. It was taken by the Battalion mail clerk. Can’t remember his name, but he was an oriental guy, heavy into photography… It was colorized by somebody cause the clerk only shot B & W. He [the mail clerk] wanted to be a news photographer when he got back to the world and all they do is B & W. … Doc

Stading was in Company A, 1st Battalion, 6th Infantry Regiment of the 198th Light Infantry Brigade.

The stripes on the Senshis’ collars are indicative of either status or power level. Two stripes is fairly basic (Moon, Mercury, Jupiter), a single stripe is indicative of higher status or greater offensive power (Mars and Venus), and a lack of stripes signifies either incredibly destructive power or duties that fall outside of that of a conventional guardian (all outers). The reason Sailor Moon has two stripes despite being the princess is because she had no actual combat experience during the Silver Millenium.

Six of Crows Modern AU Fashion

Kaz: He always wears dark colors. Black, gray, sometimes white. Inej calls him “Mr. Monochromatic”. Somehow makes ripped jeans with a button-up look good. Seems to have an endless supply of scarves but wears only one coat whenever it’s remotely chilly. Doc Martens or manly black boots with little silver tips on the laces. Classiness meets goth. Rocks the closely-cropped-hair-on-the-sides look and always has some sort of vintage watch on his wrist. He likes to do this thing where he’ll be wearing all black and then a pop of white somewhere, like a single stripe across his shirt or an ivory scarf.

Inej: Queen of layering things, no matter the weather. In the cold it’s fawn colored leg warmers pulled over sheer black stockings, blouse collars peeking out over sweaters, thin hoodies underneath denim jackets. In the warmer months it’s loose, fluttery, cardigans over shapeless dresses or tasteful crop tops worn on top of spaghetti-strap tank tops. Kaz thinks her hair is the most beautiful thing in the world and it is, she always braids it prettily or leaves it down in waves. A fan of gold ear cuffs and ballerina flats. Can somehow mix badass with chic.

Jesper: Total skater boy. Unbuttoned flannels, graphic t-shirts, worn jeans, Timberlands. Also keeps his afro shaved on the sides but likes more volume on top. Leather bracelets with snap fastenings and hoodie-leather jacket hybrids. Wears those loose tank tops with the long arm holes. Owns at least ten “Very Gay” t-shirts, destroys gender stereotypes on a daily basis by wearing neon floral patterns and dress-like tops. Makes snapbacks and fedoras very, very, hot. Likes to balance sunglasses on the brim of his hats or always drape his headphones on himself, whether it’s his neck or his shoulder it looks like a cool accessory.

Wylan: Cutest person ever (and I don’t mean in a teddy bear way). He has that attractively nerdy aura going on, has a crap ton of galaxy-patterned and pride-flag bow ties. Sometimes allows Jesper to buy them matching t-shirts. Carries a leather satchel with loads of pins and iron-on badges of TV shows he likes. Wears Brogues that he found in a used shoe store or a pair of million year old Vans. Always has his sleeves rolled up, even when it’s freezing outside. Wears chunky hipster glasses that he’s always pushing farther up his nose. Beautifully tousled red-gold curls. Owns many wacky socks, his favorite pair is covered in algebraic equations. Paints his nails sometimes (usually green) and it’s always ridiculously neat.

Nina: Actually real-life supermodel 24/7. Looks good in anything and everything. Owns her curves and will wear any shade of red. Lipstick is always crimson, eyeliner is always on fleek. Her makeup in general is just flawless, and her brows are the definition of perfection. Can do anything with her hair, whether it’s two messy space buns or straightened. Wears a lot of 50′s cut dresses with brightly colored belts. Always tucking her shirt into her skirt. Will use her pretty acrylic nails to scratch you up if you mess with her group. Lace-up boots with a little or a lot of heel. Fitted pea coats that flare out at the waist and tie in a bow at the back. Can be intimidatingly gorgeous one day and doll-like the next.

Matthias: Probably the one who cares least about his appearance. The type of person who reaches into his closet and pulls out whatever. Nina drags him on shopping trips and makes sure he always walks out of the mall with some stuff of his own. Sweatshirts and varsity jackets. High-tops and never anything else. Somehow makes a man bun not nasty. Has one of those rope/survival bracelets with a tiny compass that he never takes off. Makes henley shirts hot and owns way too many white v-neck tees that frankly, all look exactly the same. Beanies are the only hat he’ll ever wear. Wears blue on days that he actually cares so that his eyes stand out. Jogger pants, the black ones with two white stripes down the sides.

Gone, Never Far

“Where’d you go?”

Tiny, delicate fingers danced over her cheek, pushing a knot of hair behind her ear.  

Warm breath tickled against her shoulder blades.

She didn’t want to open her eyes.

“I was away,” the words were whispered, more scared than she thought they should sound.

“You left for awhile.”

The dim glow from the personal terminal on her desk lit the room. There were long shadows. A quiet hum. Eyes glittered in the light. Dark hair framed a pale face. The oval broken by a single dark stripe.

“Dreams… Distance… But I was here. I’m always here, ok?”  

Her hand always fit so perfectly in the small of Kasumi’s back.

Stars shot past the open ceiling above them. Kaidan’s fingers gripped her hips when she moved.

“I’m never leaving. Never.”


A lil some’in, some’in for @anabelsbrother, inspired by Ms. Carter’s truly lovely tweet today.

A Day in the Life

Three hours, forty-two minutes, and nine, ten, eleven seconds.  

Time is a fickle thing for women like her—for any woman, really, but especially for those who defuse bombs and fly across timezones and supervise schedules of a presidential magnitude.  Time can move too fast, too slow, and sometimes it doesn’t move at all.  Sometimes it steals away days, weeks, months, years without her even noticing.

That is not the case today.  Today, she has been all too aware of the past three hours, forty-two minutes, and twelve, thirteen, fourteen seconds.  

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This morning I woke up thinking today is not my day. Its a Monday, the last week of classes, I have laryngitis and sound like a dying cat… But then I remembered it’s big girl appreciation day. So I got myself up and decided to put on a crop top and to tell y'all why I deserve every single stripe on my tummy… 1/5

Help!!! I'm a Rock (Closed RP)

Mind Eye looked at the Spellbook before her “OH! This one looks awesome turning things to gemstones” she said happily as she started the words towards a mirror then the energy shot out bounced off the mirror and out of the ride “Oh no…well I’m sure it will disappear” she said

But it didn’t that blast of energy was headed for a new target that was in its line of fire…Wiggly

It then struck Wiggly and with a poof Wiggly was changed into a odd human-like creature

Her pink and white fluff armor was now orange and white striped dress in fact everypart of her was orange and white though her hair was just orange with a single white stripe and done up in a single ponytail

Wiggly eyes widen when that blast hit her “The Soldiers they found me!!” she screamed as she ran back into the ride

I was born on the open road.
My mother always said I had a chameleon soul,
that I was made for this life
of Coca-Cola kisses, stars and stripes,
a single fire in the desert,


Three years on this world tour
and my name is not in Neptune lights,
I did not become a beautiful poet just
a half-good singer with home
in the arms of strangers that
love and  hate and worship me,

I am madness.
I belonged to no one, I belonged to everyone.
I had nothing, I wanted everything.

I am a motorcycle ride at midnight,
I am the one you think of whenever
a lone wolf howls.

I will dance in the middle of the blue unknown
wearing nothing but an American flag,
laughing and crying and singing,
asking devils and angels
what it means to be free.


It takes getting everything you ever wanted and
then losing it to know what true freedom is. Inspired by Ride - Lana Del Rey