#giglin

[fox0war]

3rd and final story for Pho'Bous rn :3

How to ask....

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Ever since he had joined Kezrue's group, Pho'Bous was actually feeling.... somewhat happy. She was so kind to him, and so was everyone else. He didn't even have to do much work according to her, but he was still sure to work himself to the bone just to assure that she'd stay happy with him. It was almost funny to him, how worried she'd get about how much he was working, she had promised him not much after all! But it made him so happy for once in his like to be so helpful. 

That's why when he noticed something wrong, he hid it. He was scared she'd get mad at him for changing, even if it wasn't his fault. What had changed? You might ask, well, his tongue had turned a pitch black. Now he only looked even uglier, he thought to himself. And worse, he noticed another change later, he noticed that when he was feeling extreme emotion of any kind his flesh would tint a new color, anything not hidden by thick fur. Such as his paw pads. 

Every day he hid these changes, eating completely alone whenever he could and trying to hide exposed flesh. The second of which luckily was easily excused by the terribly cold weather. But the first? He loved eating with other people before, so that was quite the change. Some other group members even approaching him to ask about it but he just kindly waved them off saying something about not feeling well or something similar. 

Though, Pho'Bous had to admit, it did scare him slightly. And he did really want to ask Kezrue if she knew anything about it. But she was a busy woman, and while she had been sweet to him, he didn't know how she would react. He hoped, truly hoped, it would be positive. He'd at least bring a gift when he talked about it, yeah, that's how he'd make sure she wouldn't be upset. Gifts always make people happy! 

What to get her though…

Perhaps some warm clothes? She always loved those, after all, she was naturally a tropical krenchi. The cold was even harsher to her than to poor Pho'Bous, at least he had fur. Maybe he could even find something fancy for her! Get it for her while he was out doing some of the extra work he had taken on. Something extra soft might be nice, and in colors that complimented her own. She had said purple was her favorite color, right? That'd also be a nice choice. 

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Later that night he headed out, making the excuse of just "doing my extra chores". But of course, that wasn't what he was doing. He slipped into a fancy store, it was a good thing he had been saving his money for so long, after all, talk or no, he did want to give her a gift for everything she had done for him. Rations... shelter.... friends...... they were all such lovely gifts. So it was only fair he gave back! 

He spent awhile looking through all the warm items, making sure whatever he picked out would be perfect for her, because she deserved something perfect. And eventually, he found something he thought was perfect, a nice warm and fluffy coat made for tropical krenchi that was in the most lovely shade of purple. Fancy golden decorations sewn in. 

He bought it as soon as he saw it. It took all of his savings but it was worth it, leaving with it carefully folded in a discreet bag. And as he headed back to the encampment he was careful to make it seem like he had nothing suspicious in that bag. Eventually, coming up to Kezrue's tent. He was nervous, his mask immediately beginning to drip more than usual, but despite his nervousness, he asked from outside... 

"Kezrue? May I come in? It's Pho'Bous"

[fox0war]

Me with most of my ocs (but especially Pho'Bous the poor baby)

I love my OC!

*puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the hor

[blairpuffs]

i am so unbelievably happy rn

[eddiegettingshot]

right now in episode 5. in the long term it’s not necessary but it might be helpful. he filmed for multiple days with that man and the photo dump was devoid of his face. best relationships on tv have a slow burn element. giglin n laffin at the sky :)

[redularium]

This reminds me that i need to draw her like, other phases of life . that could possibly bring me out of artblock!!<3

Vale would be so intimidated by Arik in first encounter

Damn, what if Arik and Valerie had seen each other in childhood. it's unlikely but so funny.

[muxas-world]

Pecco was faund giglining and kiking his feat

[eugeneplace]

Siempre creí que bailar es un lenguaje en sí. Que con el baile se pueden expresar muchas cosas que no podemos hablando y por eso amo los dibujos de personas simplemente- BAILANDO, como si estuvieran teniendo una conversación completa de la que nosotros nos perdemos por no estar AHÍ...

Probablemente es porque mí mamá bailo durante buena parte de su embarazo

Yeah, don't mind me I just feel a little cursi today. Whatever, here we have ✨dancing boys✨ (jazz hands) from @probably-not-a-rutabaga .

Can't finish those right now 'cause I'm at school, and I wanna try something whit my watercolors n ink (finally got them back, I really missed those guys)

Yeah, so- first you can see Raph and Casey from the name-less au (really tried to keep the feeling from the only imagen of these two together). Then we have, also Raph and Casey lol but from tmnt Aberration, Raph is in stilts, that's why Casey is giglin (that, and the bowtie)

[cannibal-auntie]

ya ya! i rewwy giglin an it mad me go smol hehehe

-🪴

How sweet!

[thatbivthbcj]

🤭 got me giglin

I fucking love Barty Crouch Jr

[fox0war]

Okay pspsps come one come all I finally m going to make a proper intro for some of my cerifikn characters so y'all can meet them!! ------------ Also please consider joining the group! It's an ARPG (Art Role Playing Game) with several species, easy to aquire MYOs, a Semi-Open species for any and all newbies, and great community! Plus various other things I love! It is 16+ to join though so keep that in mind ------------ Anyways, now that we're done with that lil bit, are you ready to meet my lil cast? ;D (all refs here will be the most recent as of posting! Some may need to be updated in the future do to lore or just being outdated lol)

First off: My first character! It feels only appropriate to shine a light on her! Say a proper hello to Moss! She is a Smog-Imp! A type of Abyss demon which is also a very large single cell organism! She, in particular, is a 'Tundra' form one! Which means she's quite fluffy, has teeth on her mask (the bird skull looking thing), and unlike other Smog-Imps can consume meat! Though, she tends to stick to the standard plant diet anyway. She's also a serial adopter! She has much too many kids for me to list ATM but who knows, maybe she could adopt you too!

She's also in a relationship with the mysterious NPC named Vlad! Who while technically an NPC, is also a character owned by @pikku-peruna! A good friend of mine who is also the group's owner! (Say a friendly hello to them for me!) Moss was gotten through a 2021 MYO event! She's one of my most used characters :D ------------ Now you all, if you've been following me, have met Pho'Bous before via his stories! And while his ref is somewhat out of date, he is also quite darling to me! Also gained through that 2021 MYO event (Which is what spurred me to join in the first place, fun fact!) it took me ages to get his design down on paper (or well, screen?) in a way I enjoyed! His design only being fully settled a year and a few months later! Fun fact, this sad little man was originally going to be a dragon themed guitar player, but I like this sad little we cat way better XD

He is also one of my most used characters! If that wasn't already evident in how many posts I've made writing stories for him lol. He's currently on track to become a necromancer but shhh.. nobody tell him that <3 ------------ Ah yes a more recent one! Pri'tas was designed in 2023 as part of one of the group's design challenges! (Yet another free way to gain characters) Blessed with all of the "Master's Traits", mysterious features gained from an even more mysterious and unknown "Master". Pri'tas, himself, never met him, the Master just owed his parents a favor, but Pri'tas is now very dedicated to him. The Master didn't know what he was signing up for I guess, eh?

The government is currently looking for him too, no not because of all the murder, silly! But because having all of the Master's traits gives you mysterious powers, powers that they want to research. So uh, maybe don't tell anyone you saw him here, k'ay? (; ------------ I have tons of other characters too! Such as a traveling trader, a harpy-like Smog-Imp trying to escape the same cult Pho'Bous loves so very much, and did I mention the several demigods? Well, I have those too! Feel free to ask about them or any of these characters! but the best place to ask is in the group, where I post about all my characters much more often! ------------ One more time, credit to @pikku-peruna! Owner of the group and species here! Go say hi to her for me <3 (And respect their pronouns or else I'll punt you)

[vesperknight]

My Giglin from the MYO going on

[van-goghs-smoking-skull]

My gender was putting the metal tab of my canvas belt clockwise through my uniform belt loops half the time, but couterclockwise the other half. Now it's wondering why a uniform and whether I even need a belt.

[asherthehimbo]

GOT ME GIGLIN N KICKIN MY FEET BEFORE BED RN

Outliving the stars | Choi San

synopsis: You've always felt a part of you was missing, the desire for something greater only being lessened when you were gazing at the stars. You know you lost something, someone, you just dont remember what, who. Maybe the astrology major your friend sent you on a blind date with has the answers.

Pairing: Choi San x Male!reader

Info: one shot, words(2.1K),

Trope: reincarnation, Immortal x mortal, hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, anxiety, topic of death, suggestive jokes, it's said they have sex but no actual smut, injuries, birthmarks shaped like scars, insecurity, self scrutinizing, social anxiety, overthinking, talks of past lives

Song inspo: Burn out the stars - Bryce savage

It was at times like these that you wished you could punch your best friend. Wooyoung was sweet, but you swear he had it out for you, sending you out on a blind date with nothing but a first name. Now you were standing at the planetarium entrance like an idiot waiting for someone you didn't even know.

Wooyoung had pesterd you for three weeks until you finally gave in. He kept trying to set you up with one of his classmates, and you were too tired to register what you were agreeing to. "Come on [Name], you can't keep being hung up on some mystery guy from your dreams. San, on the other hand is perfect, broad shoulders, an astrology major, rich, handsome face, smooth voice and he's kind" Wooyoung rambled on as you were sitting in your dorm, trying to finish the economics paper you had that was due on Friday.

"Do you want me to go out with this guy, or do you want to do so yourself?" You asked him, only receiving a pillow to your face as a response. Sighing, you looked at Wooyoung, who was taking up your entire bed. "If I go on this date, would you let me finish my paper in silence?"

Wooyoung immediately jumped up from the bed. "YES, OKAY YAY!I'm gonna go tell San you agreed! Oh! This is gonna be so much fun! SATURDAY 1PM SHARP, " Wooyoung shouted while jumping around before sharply turning on his heel to sprint out of the room, leaving with a shout of "WEAR THOSE CUTE JEANS I BOUGHT YOU!"

You only sighed, turning back to your paper and relishing in the silence.

You did, in fact, end up wearing the jeans he bought you, black baggy jeans with white stars splattered on them, matched with your red converse, and a red hoodie.

You did not want to be here, it was cold, people were staring (probably because of the scar on your face, a voice in your head told you, you ignored it) and you were craving a strawberry refresher. You guess arriving an hour early wasn't the best course of action, but you were up early, not being able to sleep the night before.

Dreams of your faceless lover had once again plagued your mind. It had been a common occurrence ever since you turned 10. You would be cuddled up in the arms of a man you could not remember, but you knew him. In a soft grass field he would be holding you tightly, you would both be watching the stars, you listening as he points out different constellations, these dreams were safe, they made you feel at ease.

But all too often, these dreams would evolve into nightmares, the same 7 scenes playing out. Your therapist had said it must have been a physiological way to deal with your own insecurities. The birthmarks that littered your skin had always looked like scars. You remember talking to her when you were 12. She said it was your brain trying to justify the marks, trying to create a story for them.

You believed her. After all, she knew better, but these dreams just felt so real, so vivid. You would hear your own heartbeat slow down and hear the cries of your mystery lover as he holds onto you. You could feel the tears dripping from his face onto yours. No matter what turn these nightmares had, they always ended with you dying in his arms.

You guess Wooyoung had been right in his concern, as your best friend he knew first hand the effect these dreams had on you. The nights you wake up gasping for air, vomiting out your dinner, clawing at your neck because something in your throat is burning. The times you're awake while your consciousness is still trapped in whatever nightmare you were experiencing. He had been there since the age of 10, he had been there.

You rubbed together the two sleeves of your hoodie, starting to feel more uncomfortable as time passed by. People were walking past, laughing, and giggling at one another. You wondered what was so funny, what were they all laughing at? Were they laughing at you? no, you didn't do anything funny, did you? oh, it's your face, right? Your face is funny, it's ugly, creepy, the scar covering your eye, one you did not deserve. A mutated freak born with scars that were not earned a fake, a- "[Name]?" A hand on your shoulder disrupts your anxiety fueled thoughts.

You turn around to find a black haired man, he's a little shorter than you, although his shoulders are broad. Jawline sharp, eyes as soft as a warm blanket on a winter's night, despite the intimidating structure of the man, his eyes, his smile, his dimples, he seems inviting, familiar almost.

He stands smiling at you, the arm he used to grab your attention is hovering awkwardly in the air, his cheeks are flushed, a pink matching one of the familiar drinks in his hand. "Umm, I'm San? your date. " he seems unsure of himself, but you find it cute, having to suppress a giggle so as to not make him feel bad.

You give him a small smile as you mentally thank Wooyoung for choosing someone good looking,"Nice to meet you, San." You nod your head at him as you shift your weight between your feet. You're being so awkward right now, but something tells you that San doesn't mind.

Despite your lack of social skills, the interaction itself does not seem awkward. Although you can feel something straining it, you brush it off to first date jitters. "Oh!um I also got us some drinks, Wooyoung said you liked strawberry refreshes, although I don't know if he was messing with me. He has a tendency to do that lately, but um drink?" San asks as he lifts up the hand, holding two drinks questioningly. His shoulders seem to tense as he awaits your reaction.

"Woo didn't lie, I do like Strawberry refreshers, thank you" you nod your head at him, his shoulders relax as he lets out a breath of relief, he picks up the pink drink from the holder in his hand and gives it to you. Your fingers touch for a moment as you take the drink from him and you jump back a little, San doesn't seem all that surprised, but he chuckles "Static electricity's a bitch, huh?"

You don't think that's how it works, but you laugh along nonetheless. It's weird as you walk with San into the planetarium. You don't like new people, don't feel comfortable around them, yet with San, it's different. You feel safe with him. He feels so familiar.

You spend the day following San around the planetarium, he excitedly points out constellations, and you swear the fake stars above your head shine dimmer than the light in Sans eyes. Somewhere along the line, your hand had been intertwined with his, as a precaution to not lose one another, you told yourself.

The date ends when the sky outside matches the one in the planetarium, a dark purple background with little specks of light twinkling above you both. The date lasted the whole day and you were having so much fun you didn't even realize, Wooyoungs gonna kill you for not telling him how everything went immediately but you can't find it in yourself to care about the headache your best friend will inevitably give you tomorrow morning.

That night, you sit on your bed, smiling down at the goodnight text from San, despite him having wished you a goodnight merely a few hours before when he walked you to your dorm. That night is the first night you sleep peacefully, no dreams of your mystery lover, no dieing, no waking up in a cold sweat despite it being winter. Nothing

Instead that night you sleep, cuddled up with the tiny red star plushie that San won for you at one of the planetarium games, you named her 'astéri' the greek word for star. Also, the exact name you put as your contact for the man who won her for you.

Your relationship with San had been a fast development, one date, then two, then you start eating lunch together, he starts walking you to classes, he joins your friends and you on movie nights, he plays games with Yunho. San becomes a part of your life faster than you can imagine, and you don't even care.

It's on your hundred day anniversary, a hundred days of dates and hangouts, and obviously being together despite no official title, that San officially asks you to be his boyfriend.

It's an emotional ordeal. He made a picnic in his backyard, creating a fort where you could both lay down and watch the stars on the soft grass. It's summer now, much hotter than when you first met, you wear a red tank top. San has expressed his love for your collarbones before, and thinking back to the moment makes you blush.

He was a bit tipsy when he blurted it out, face flushed pink given the alcohol of the drinking game he had played with your friends earlier, the room was hot, filled with college boys and liquor, so of course you took off your jacket, San had started cheering, then giggling, talking about how much he liked your neck, your collarbones. You don't know if he remembers this moment, you hope he doesn't, it would save you the embarrassment.

San presents you with a necklace on the night of his confession, a black leather strap threaded through a red star that's rimmed with silver. On the back of the necklace, the name 'astéri' is carved, under it lies numbers which look like coordinates. You don't ask.

San slips the necklace around your neck, fingers trailing dangerously slow along your shoulders. You were scared at first, you liked San, loved him, as much as you trusted him, you were scared of what his reaction would be.

He may have seen you in strappy clothing before, but he's never seen the extent to which your birthmarks your scars cover your body. The worst of them were located on your waist.

Despite your hesitance, the way San looks at you after you agree to be his, after you agree to let him be yours, it makes you want to kiss him, let him embrace every part of you and let you do the same to him.

He looks at you like you yourself were the star and who were you to deny a mortal access to a celestial entity?

That night, you learn the true extent of San's love for you, the way he trails his fingers overy every inch of your skin, extra soft kisses placed on the marks littering your body, he's gentle almost as if he knows the phantom pains they bring you, despite you never having told him.

That night you and San become, you and San, under the stars. On the soft blanket he laid out in his backyard as the warm wind of summer nips at your exposed skin.

It's when you're lying down, breathless, in between San's arms that he starts talking, answering your question from earlier that night. The numbers on the back of the necklace, the coordinates, are of a star San bought in your name. He literally bought you a star and named it 'astéri'.

"You deserve the whole galaxy, and yet I do not have the power to retrieve it for you. This way, you can have a piece of the outer world, and it can have a piece of you"

You don't think you've ever felt so loved in your life. You had fallen for San so quickly, so hard. It's hard to imagine a time when he wasn't in your life, despite the fact that you hadn't known him long, everything with him just felt so right.

You were sure you were meant to be with San in every lifetime, meant to spend every moment of your life with him. When you told him this, it had been the first time you ever saw him cry, genuinely cry. It was as if your words affected him more than you knew. You're sure they did.

That's one thing you never did understand about San, he has told you everything about himself, but you still felt as if something was missing, a piece of information locked away, it was like he was guarding it, scared you would find out. He thought he hid it well, but you prided yourself on knowing people, knowing your boyfriend. You trusted him. He would tell you when he was ready.

You and San would watch the stars burn out together, watch the world fall in each others arms, protected by a love so pure that the only thing left in the universe would be you and San

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[zahra-kha]

Zahra’s Notes 2

[Scrawled on one of the back pages of Zahra’s diary are three barely legible words. The words themselves were written with a clearly unskilled hand. Blocky, clunky letters were scribbled close together and horribly misspelled.]

giglin Lok boX sining

[The ‘g’ at the end of “Singing” trailed down in a line almost half way to the edge of the page. There’s nothing more to be read. It appears Zahra was trying to write something down, but the what and why remain a mystery.]

[rabbit-in-blue]

For the kisses, 35, Sherlolly college AU.

Hello, 

Sorry for letting you wait. It took me a little bit longer than expected and I know I say it would be a drabble  but, It kinda took life of his own... I hope it is readable, english is not my first languish, so I drafted in spanish first and then make the translation... hope you like it

First date

It was true, at 21 years old Sherlock Holmes haven't been in to many dates. His relationship with Violet Hunter all that years ago, remained on the platonic scale of the spectrum, until the day he returned to Paris. No one, nor friend o enemy could honestly say that he and Irene Adler had been dating… And even when he took out Janine Hawkins a couple of times, the ulterior motives behind those dates, plus the big amounts of narcotics consumed in the course of those “dates”, possibly disqualified them as real ones. No, Sherlock did not have too much dating experience, he was not a lady’s man, as his friend John Watson, nor a hopeless romantic like young Sergeant Lestrde. By his own admission, girlfriends was not his area, and yet tonight, lit by the moonlight and campus lanterns, Sherlock was certain he had the best date in human history. During the course of the evening, he was brilliant, witty, and totally dazzled the girl with his deductive abilities and superior intellect. While she on her side was warm, receptive, sweet and beautiful, even exhibiting glimpses of genius herself, demonstrating accurate synthesis and analysis capabilities, something that, from this day onwards, would be considered by Sherlock as the most sensual attribute that a woman could ever display.

They were still giglin when they walked through into the dorm rooms bilding.

«How did you knew Crown's real plan was to swap the paintings?» ask Molly giggling as they stopped in front of her bedroom door.

«Would you believe me if I told you it was the cuff of his shirt?» Sherlock replied smug and satisfied.

«The cuff? of his shirt?» she repeats, seems confused, her expression  turning in a gesture of true mortification, it is then that the the revelation hit her and Sherlock watched proudly as his face lit up again, and the sweet cute smile returned once more to her lips, her sweet cute small lips «Of course!» she shouts eagerly «The shirt’s cuff… of course… » She repeats once more looking like she just completed a complex math problem. A feeling of deep satisfaction internally bathes Sherlock from head to toe, their children are going to simply be exceptional, they will win at least one Nobel Prize each ... «You're right, you know?» Molly explains interrupting his train of thought  «It can be really obvious if one just observe. But that's the easy part for you, the rest of us have to run the extra mile...»

This is it, Sherlock thought, time to make his move. He had to go for it and kiss her, it was now or never.

Subtly and discreetly Sherlock bridges the gap between the two of them.

«Glad to hear you had a good time, Molly Hooper,»  says Sherlock, as he begins to calculate the best posture and angle to reach the perfect kiss. Molly is a little short, so he must proceed with extreme precision so that they are both in a comfortable position.

«I did» she replies smiling, without ever lose eye contact with him, «Even when it was nothing I expected ...»

«What did you expect?» Asks the man innocently as he nimbly prepares to slide his hands behind her arms.

«I don't know,» she replies, giggling. «I thought... I don't know… It’s kinda silly… I thought maybe... that maybe we would go on a date...»

Sherlock’s world freezes in that instant, the instinct to fly or fight hits his guts. He definitely wanted to run away, but his body has decided not to move anywhere. He barely  manages to not touch her. His mind runs at billions of miles per second and returns blank. He's just there, panicking. Didn’t she supposed to be smart? «What do you mean?» He finally says when manages to articulate a concrete thought.

«Well… » begins Molly, a little worried know «When you asked me to meet you at the museum... I... I... I thought… » A wave of mortification washes her face quickly «Well... I thought you were asking to go out… » Now she bites her lips, clearly ashamed of her confession, to the point of not being able to keep her gaze on him... Great, now she thinks she has done something wrong... And this is why girls and dates are definitely not his area… He almost can hear John laugh, when they talk about this on monday...

«What makes you think it wasn't a date?»  He surprises himself by asking ...

And suddenly she can look him again in the eyes «Oh, well… ohm… was it?» she ask unsure

«Of course it was!» The man replies sounding more exasperated than he intended to show. «It took me weeks to find the perfect case to ask you out! Why in bloody hell would you think it wasn't a date?»

«I ... I ...» Now she's nervous, great «N ... no ... I don't know ... it felt like a date at first…  you ... you know, before the police, the persecution and all that ..."

«Is was the drag thing?»

«I... maybe... a little?... I… I mean... you look great, seriously, and I think you work those hills better than any pair of shoes I ever had. I can't even believe you walk all the way from the museum till here, in those… or the you run behind Crown through three floors of the building wearing them and you didn’t even miss a step...  maybe it had more to do with the part where you flirted with Mr. Crown»

«I was not.»

«Yes, you where.»

Sherlock hesitates for a second, «Maybe a little,» he finally resolves.

«Well, that's a big no no, you know? flirting with someone else while you are on a date... »

Sherlock can’t help to notice that it has been Molly who has closed the distance between them this time, he hesitates to touch her and chooses to restart calculations on the ideal inclination angle for a kissing this girl. Then, her arms are tangle around his neck and pull him down so their lips collide in an awkward, kinda slappy, and absolutely brilliant, glorious kiss.

This is it, Sherlock thinks, best date in human history...

[tonkiradar]

Navy salute

These proud men and women to which we owe so much have fulfilled their duties bravely and honorably, and they deserve nothing less than the support of a nation that recognizes the heroic deeds they have undertaken to protect and promote the freedoms all Americans enjoy.” “For the first time in years the Congress has provided the VA with the requisite funding to fulfill our nation’s obligation to America’s servicemen and women, their families, and our veterans. Today, the salute is a gesture of mutual respect, given and reciprocated, and whether the origin stories are true, the salute nonetheless remains a symbol of honor - and reassurance that you’re not holding a weapon.“Already, in the first eight months of the 110th Congress, the new majority has followed through with our pledge to honor the nation’s commitment to our veterans,” stated Rep. It’s not uncommon for tourists to be detained for performing the salute for photos, and one man was sentenced to jail for teaching his dog Adolf to give the Hitlergruss on command. In Germany, for example, the straight-arm “Heil Hitler” salute is illegal and punishable by up to three years in jail. And it can actually be a little awkward if they’re not expecting it.īut in other countries, there are legal ramifications behind certain salutes. You can salute a veteran when they’re in civilian attire… it’s just not mandatory or even customary. In America, the military salute is protected by the First Amendment. In addition to superior commissioned and warrant officers, the following individuals are always entitled to a military salute: The President of the United States, officers of allied foreign countries (good luck learning their rank system), and Medal of Honor recipients - I actually didn’t know that one. More reading: 6 of the worst times to salute officers Oh, and remember, “ any flourish in the salute is improper.” The salute should be a smooth motion up and down the gigline, with the individual of lower rank raising their salute first and lowering it last. Though there are a few variations between branches, overall, the United States military still maintains this salute today: right arm parallel with the floor, straight wrist and hand, middle finger touching the brim of the hat or the corner of the eyebrow, and palm facing downward or even inward. The USO reported that, according to the Armed Forces History Museum, today’s standard salute was in place by 1820. When the United States declared its independence from the throne, we brought military customs across the Atlantic, and by the time of the Revolutionary War, the salute became the most expedient form of protocol. One popular tale cites Queen Victoria as the one behind the downward-facing-palm, after she was saluted with a grimy hand. The British Army and, later, the Royal Air Force, would develop a salute with the palm facing outwards, but the Royal Navy began to turn their palm downwards, allegedly because the men working on ships had dirty palms and it was considered disrespectful to display them. This is how all British salutes look to me. Still, it wasn’t until the 1600s that English military records mention the salute, calling it a formal act that “was to be by removal of headdress.” In 1745, the procedure was amended to simply have troops “clap their hands to their hats and bow as they pass by.” Also read: 13 awful hand salutes that don’t even come close Not that this rules out the theories - they do make sense. Others say that the Romans would slap their chest and raise their arm in tribute to demonstrate allegiance. It is said that during antiquity - sorry, the olden days - assassinations were common, so citizens and subordinates were required to approach officials with their fighting hand, the right hand, raised to demonstrate that it was not carrying a weapon. It’s a very compelling theory, but is it true? Let’s break it down. The most popular origin story of the modern military salute dates back to the Roman Republic in 509 BCE.