Harry Styles is a witch who owns the best flower shop in Manchester. Lottie Tomlinson is planning her wedding, and brings her brother along to her first appointment. Both men have been having a bad day and sparks fly.
Growing up the only pigeon with snow-white feathers, Harry’s always felt like he stood out horribly. When one day he stumbles on another pigeon like himself, it raises questions about who he really is…
And why the other pigeon is so against being, well, a pigeon.
omg idk why i liked this so much but it was just really cute lololol
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.
One of the main characters in my book is Lakota Sioux and at one point he’s involved in the heroic rescue of a dozen people. In my research of Sioux culture I found that the eagle fathers often associated with Sioux abd other Plains Indian cultures are awarded similarly to medals like the bronze star– for valor and bravery. I guess my question is whether it would be appropriate for a teenaged boy who isn’t a soldier to be awarded an eagle feather for bravery?
Before I start, I’m going to say “Sioux” is considered a slur by tribe members! While it’s what most research is classified as, and what most legal documents are, use Oceti Sakowin instead. Or even better, the tribe name. This post has more info.
Two little misconceptions in here:
1- That there is such a thing as “soldiers” among Native Americans in the way we think of the military in Western society. Yes, eagle feathers are an equivalent of a bronze star, and are awarded to veterans even to this day, but the details of who gets what award shouldn’t be taken to mean the exact same thing in Western versus Native society. Goes double if this is any sort of historical context and not as influenced by Western society. From what I understand, most men were eligible to fight and many would. But I haven’t done much research on the topic; just looked at census data that shows a significant drop in men in the 25 to 49 age bracket.
2- That childhood is under the same constraints in Native as within Western society. Native kids would do stuff for the tribe and train for their eventual responsibilities pretty young, learning how to live in the bush and whatever future responsibilities they’ll hold. While they wouldn’t be considered adults until they reached certain milestones in their lives (these vary by tribe so I’m not even going to bother attempting to list), 15, 16, 17 could be considered “adult” in the tribe. Some tribes skew younger, some older. It varies. It could’ve also changed over time.
Please understand the tribe in its own terms, instead of filtering everything through the Western viewpoint. While that’s a good place to start (especially in regards to eagle feathers and war honours, because that is why you do not wear a headdress if you haven’t earned it), it’s not a good place to write from.
As for your question about the appropriateness of eagle feathers/a recognition of what he did. Who got what award is very detailed— and different— per tribe. I recall reading about the Omaha people (through a fantastically detailed ethnography by Alice Cunningham Fletcher and Francis la Flesche. I believe it’s simply called The Omaha Tribe), who are plains Natives and speak a related language, and how they had about ten or twenty different types of honours depending on the acts of bravery done. Not all of them were eagle feathers. Some where regalia, some where weapons, some were privileges. I recall one particularly high honour being having a close female relative tattooed with a design over her neck (she herself could not utter a sound during the process).
Therefore, while it might be appropriate for him to get an honour, it might not be that honour. He might genuinely be too young, or he might be old enough, or that act might make him be considered old enough. If it was the right context it could be an eagle feather, it might be deemed something else, or it might not even have an honour associated with it. All of these are possibilities.
I am not Lakota or Oceti Sakowin, so I can’t tell you what is appropriate or not. All I can do is provide a slightly broader context, which is “Natives have their own system of honours given for bravery that extends beyond eagle feathers”. Your best bet is to ask the Lakota themselves, giving details about the situation in as much depth as you can. Here is a guide on how to research specific tribal customs and how to approach them. Of course, if any Lakota or Oceti Sakowin followers want to provide information, please do!
Gravity is the cruelest of beast. Gravity and the sharp edges of the wind that tore feathers like leaves off a tree in Fall. Though the hands of his brother comes a close second. Hands meant for healing and purity stained gold with the blood of angels. Is pride much of a sin in comparison to murder?
Was it murder? Surely it was. Death hung by the cliff’s edges, and though they could not die. He wished it. In the seconds it took to crash into brimstone, he’d wished Death had visited and taken all of him instead of the parts that had been dipped with celestial dust.
It was an opening of eyes on the journey down; a glimpse of the earth before the darkness of the ground, as though there was more to the cosmos then the narrow gates to Heaven. Though pain clouds the vision, burning and cutting against flesh meant to withstand the fires of the sun, but not the pain of a fall. It was such a thin line. In that moment, you’re as close to falling as you are flying.
When, I wonder, has love been a crime? Lucifer was loved. Right up to the second of the fall God would have granted him anything. He’d already granted him the morning star. From prodigal to the deplorable, what had truly changed? Disagreement. They were not equal no matter how their Father bellowed about. In what universe is mortality and bones of calcium equal to the bronze and fire of stars? The Light Bringer was not wrong.
Falling might have been a blessing, lifting the weight of heaven off the shoulders. It is a relief. The music was notes to a funeral march. The darkness offers its own comfort. Imagination is free and the music is much closer to divine then the Heavens had offered. There’s nothing to remind them of dusty churches and misplaced obedience. The gold and the shine of the sky told it’s own lies. At least ash holds truths, no matter how terrifying.
They fall one by one, and at the end Lucifer greats them pressing soft kisses to their backs where wings were torn from them and nothing but charred flesh remains. It’s the devil that loves his people.
- there’s a reason angels followed Lucifer into hell // L.H.Z
Characters in this chapter: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: Language, Talks about dead body, Violence
Pairings: None. (Eventual Steve Rogers x Reader)
Summary: You are a forensic anthropologist working for the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. when you and your team get recruited by the FBI to aid one of their top field agents, Special Agent Steve Rogers. Together, along with your colleagues/friends you put faces on the voiceless and throw the bad guys where they belong.
Author’s Note: So this is my first Marvel AU series and I’m quite nervous on how this is going to turn out. The series is going to be based on the TV show Bones and since the show is 12 seasons long I’m just going to base the series on some of my favorite episodes including the series finale coming out in the upcoming weeks. I only hope I do it justice. I want to thank @mrs-squirrel-chester for convincing me into writing this and for not only being as awesome beta but because she also made this kick-ass edit above.
(P.S: Yeah this part is super long sorry!)
“Rogers! Wait up!” You shouted, catching up to Steve who was walking across the institute’s lawn. The heels you were wearing were getting stuck to the dirt so you decided to kick them off, and jog over to Steve.
“So what do you want to do first, confront the Senator?” you asked, walking alongside him once you caught up.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to you, face grim. “Listen, Bones, I know…”
“Don’t call me Bones!” you interrupted him.
“Right,” he sighed. “I know we talked about you coming out in the field and all…”
“Seriously Rogers?!” You pushed him in anger. “You fucking bastard,” you spat. You couldn’t believe he lied to you.
“Bones, listen to me!” Steve grabbed your hands to stop you from hitting his chest. “With a case this big, the director is going to create a special investigation. And if I get all my ducks in a row, then maybe, just maybe I could lead it,” he explained fully.
“Not sure what that means, but I think I could be a duck,” you replied.
“You’re not a duck, okay,” he blurted out in annoyance. “On this one we go by the book. Cops on the street, Squints in the lab.”
“Oh yeah?” you asked, crossing your arms at him. “Well in that case, the Smithsonian will be issuing a press release identifying the girl in the pond,” was your simple reply.
“You do that and Fury will kill me!” he whisper-yelled at you. “What the hell are you trying to do?”
You looked into Steve’s baby blue eyes through your lashes. “Me? I thought it’d be clear to a top agent. I’m blackmailing you, doll,” you cooed while batting your eyelashes.
“Blackmail a Federal Agent?” Steve asked, still in disbelief as to what you were telling him.
“Oh yeah,” you replied with a sweet smile.
He folded his arms across his chest. “Well I don’t like it.”
“You’re not supposed to like it.” You let out a chuckle.
“Fine.” Steve let out a sigh in defeat. “You’re in.”
The Battle of Mogadishu took place on October 3rd and overnight to the 4th. This mission was apart of Operation Gothic Serpent. Members of the 75th Ranger Regiment, Air Force Rescue and Air Force Combat Controllers, 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment - Delta, and pilots from the 160th Spec Ops Aviation Regiment. The overall goal was to swarm in to a meeting in the city between Mohamed Adids lieutenants. Shortly after large groups of armed militants attacked the U.S. Forces and shot down two Black Hawk helicopters. In the end, 18 service members died, along with 80 injured. Many personnel were awarded for their actions. Two Delta Force snipers received the Medal of Honor after fighting and perishing while defending one of the crash sights.
Lest we forget the deceased
** - SFOD Delta - **
MSG Gary Ivan Gordon - Killed defending Super 6-4 - Received Medal of Honor and Purple Heart
SFC Randy Shughart - Killed defending Super 6-4 - Received Medal of Honor and Purple Heart
SSG Daniel D. Bush - Crashed with Super 6-1, mortally wounded defending the crew - Received Silver Star and Purple Heart
SFC Earl Robert Fillmore, Jr. - Killed moving to the first crash sight - Received SIlver Star and Purple Heart
MSG Timothy “Griz” Lynn Martin - Mortally wounded by an RPG on the ‘Lost Convoy’, and died en route to Germany's Field Hospital - Received Silver Star and Purple Heart
- 3rd Ranger Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment -
CPL James “Jamie” E. Smith - Killed around the crash sight of Super 6-1 - Received Bronze Star with Valor Device, and Oak Leaf Cluster as well as a purple heart
SPC James M. Cavaco - Killed on the Lost Convoy - Received a Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple heart
SGT James Casey Joyce - Killed on the Lost Convoy - Received a Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple Heart
CPL Richard “Alphabet” W. Kowaleski, Jr. - Killed on the Lost Convoy by a RPG - Received Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple Heart
SGT Dominick M. Pilla - Killed on Strueckers Convoy (1st Convoy to move back to base) - Received Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple Heart
SGT Lorenzo M. Ruiz - Mortally wounded on the Lost Convoy and also and died en route to Germany’s Field Hospital - Received Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple Heart
** - 160th SOAR - **
SSG William “Wild Bill” David Cleveland, Jr. - Killed on Super 6-4 (Crew Chief) - Received Silver Star, Bronze Star, Air Medal with Valor Device, Purple Heart
SSG Thomas “Tommie” J. Field - Killed on Super 6-4 (Crew Chief) - Received Silver Star, Bronze Star, Air Medal with Valor Device, Purple Heart
CWO Raymond “Ironman” A. Frank - Killed on Super 6-4 (Copilot) - Received Silver Star, Air Medal with Valor Device, Purple Heart
CWO Clifton “Elvis” P. Wolcott - Killed in Super 6-1 Crash (Pilot) - Distinguished Flying Cross, Air Medal with Valor Device, Bronze Star, Purple Heart
CWO Donovan "Bull" Briley - Killed in Super 6-1 crash (Copilot) - Received Distinguished Flying Cross, Bronze Star, Air Medal with Valor Device, Purple Heart
US Coast Guard DC3 Nate Bruckenthal, killed in action 11 years ago today, 4/24/2004, near the Khawr al Amaya oil terminal in Iraq. Nate is the first Coast Guardsman killed in action since the Viet Nam war.
U.S. Army Captain Robert Bacon leading a patrol in the Mekong Delta, Vietnam. 1964.
Col. Bobby Bacon, then a captain, was featured on the June 12, 1964 cover of LIFE magazine. The photo, taken by Larry Burrows, shows Bacon leading a group of South Vietnamese soldiers through rice fields in the Mekong Delta. Bacon served two tours of duty in Vietnam. Among his decorations are the Silver Star and the Bronze Star with two valor devices. Bacon was stationed at Fort Jackson from 1976 through 1983.
He graduated West Point with a bachelor’s of science in communications in 1956, and was a classmate of Norman Schwarzkopf. He is now retired and living in Fort Jackson, South Carolina.
**The soldier in the 6th photo is not Capt. Robert Bacon. When I find his name, I’ll add it. The source where I found the photos identified him as Capt. Bacon. Thank you for the correction @remythejester!