#marine corps birthday

[icecream4starscream]

Posting a bit early, but a quick piece in honor of the Marine Corps' 249th Birthday.

Never forget the heroes behind the heroes!🦅🌎⚓

[freetheshit-outofyou]

I love you fuckers!

[nocternalrandomness]

Happy 248th Birthday to the US Marine Corps

[murderousink23]

The Eve before Saint Martin's Day 🇩🇰, National Pupusa Day 🇸🇻, World Wine Tourism Day 🍷🌎, Marine Corps Birthday 🇺🇸, National Forget-Me-Not Day 🇺🇸, National Vanilla Cupcake Day 🧁🇺🇸, Remembrance Sunday 🇬🇧, World Science Day for Peace and Development 🇺🇳

[usarmytrooper]

Happy 248th birthday to all of my military brothers in the Marine Corps!

The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!

~Eleanor Roosevelt

[kampinkel]

A Throwback Thursday I did on instagram. What are your highlights from November so far?

By far, Sondam Week was my favorite event from November! I still go back and look at all of the submissions. Everyone is soooo talented! 😭🩷

[its-cosmerely-an-obsesh-wound]

A snippet from my modern AU college Stormlight WIP to honor the day:

The scene where Kaladin does pushups and Adolin watches and fantasizes about taking Kaladin shopping/to the Marine Corps Ball. Platonically, of course. No homo, as Adolin has to remind himself.

Adolin arrived at the door to Kaladin’s dorm room. He knew Kaladin usually rose early but, now that he was here, he felt uncertain. He didn’t want to wake Kaladin. Feeling like a total creep, Adolin put his ear to the door. He heard music on the other side and another sound, a rhythmic grunting? Something tightened low in Adolin’s abdomen, maybe now wasn’t such a good time after all…

“Whoever is creeping out there, I see your feet.” Kaladin’s voice sounded strained and annoyed. Adolin could just leave; Kaladin would probably never know it was him. What was he thinking? He was here to thank the book boy.

“Hey Kal, it’s Adolin. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Kaladin’s voice still sounded strained but less annoyed, which surprised Adolin. When Adolin entered, Kaladin was doing pushups…without a shirt. Huh. Adolin hadn’t ever seen him outside his standard black sweatshirt, which, as it turned out, was a shame. Kaladin’s tan skin had a thin sheen of sweat and his onyx shoulder-length hair was tied back in a loose tail at the base of his neck but his bangs fell loosely in his face as they often did. He didn’t look up, which was probably a good thing. Adolin’s eyes roved over the book boy’s form. Damn, book boy was also muscle boy. Why did he always keep his body so well hidden? If Adolin looked this good—what was he thinking? Adolin did look this good and he made every excuse to go about shirtless and show it off. Why work out so hard and then keep it covered up all the time? It was selfish. Adolin admired how the defined the muscles of the other boy’s shoulders, chest, and arms rippled as he repeatedly pushed the floor away.

“Did you come here for something, Coccyx, or are you just here to waste my room’s oxygen supply?” Annoyance was creeping back into book boy’s tone.

Adolin ignored the condescending comment. “I came by to say thank you and,” Adolin proffered the small box, grinning, “to give you this.”

“You’re welcome. Leave it on my desk.”

“I’d rather stay and see you open it.”

Kaladin made a disgruntled sound in his throat but got to his feet. He had a storming eight pack and that v-cut…Adolin snapped his eyes back up to Kaladin’s face, now only a couple feet from him. With Kaladin so close and his expression so stormy, the three inches Kaladin had on him made it feel like a lot more. He practically loomed over Adolin. Adolin felt his stomach flutter as he grinned innocently and presented the gift. Kaladin opened it, his expression unreadable at first, then he frowned.

“I can’t accept this.” He thrust it back toward Adolin and Adolin put up his hands defensively.

“Sure, you can.”

“No, I can’t. Give it to someone else.”

“Why would I do that? Someone else didn’t save my life.” Adolin paused considering. “Wait, do you not like the color? Your music is always so depressing and—” Adolin gestured vaguely at Kaladin’s person. Kaladin scowled. The boy had a nice scowl. Suppressing a smile Adolin, went on, "you always wear black so I thought—”

“The color isn’t the problem.”

“What is the problem then?”

“The problem is this is too expensive and I don’t want to feel indebted to anyone. Especially you.” Especially him? Why did Kaladin hate him so much? It was just an iPod nano. It would be great for book boy to take running. Much better than that brick he usually carried.

“You saved my storming life. If anyone is indebted to anyone in this relationship," Relationship? Adolin inwardly cringed at the word choice. Oh well, "it’s me. Eternally so.” Kaladin bristled but Adolin didn’t care, it was the truth. “I’m not taking it back.” Adolin declared stubbornly, trying and failing to keep the hurt and anger from his voice. “Give it away to someone else if you hate me that much that you can’t stand to have something from me.”

Adolin almost stomped out the door but then he remembered he had a second gift. He turned stopping in front of Kaladin’s desk, swept the envelope from his back pocket, and slammed it down. “These are passes to go skydiving. You can throw them out yourself if you want to be wasteful but there are two passes in there so you can bring a friend when you go…if you even have any of those.” Kaladin’s expression, which had started to soften, hardened again. That last part was petty and Adolin wished he could take it back. Why was the book boy able to get under his skin like this? Kaladin crossed his arms over his chest, which was a shame, the boy had nice pectorals. No homo. Adolin probably should have turned around and left but the way Kaladin narrowed his eyes made Adolin stay and glare back in challenge. Kaladin was getting better at jiu jitsu—he was a remarkably quick study, like he was with everything it seemed—but Adolin still usually bested him. Adolin clenched his jaw and shifted his weight, bracing. Do it.

But the attack never came. As if sensing Adolin’s thoughts or thinking better of it in the cramped space, Kaladin’s expression cleared somewhat. Not to sunshine, smiles were preciously rare from him, but to cloudy rather than tempestuous.

“Actually,” Kaladin remarked, “my father saved your life so maybe you should go thank him instead.”

“What? Wait, is your father…Dr. Stormblessed. Of course! Your dad was my surgeon?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that why you’re here for—"

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to be a surgeon too?”

Kaladin’s eyes weighed Adolin and Kaladin’s jaw worked like he had sampled something he found distasteful at a gala and was waiting for an opportune moment to dispose of it but, until then, he was trying to hold the offending food item away from his tongue. Kaladin at a gala, ha! I would pay to see that. Then, it wasn’t just a laughable thought. Maybe he would pay to see that. He wants to be a Marine…I could take him to the Marine Ball. The idea made him smile inwardly, probably more than it should have and he had to remind himself, no homo. It wasn’t like it was a date. It would be a good experience for Kaladin; although Adolin wasn’t being completely altruistic. He was entirely too eager to take Kaladin shopping for a suit. Or any clothing really. To see him in something other than that storming black hoodie all the time. Or out of it. Adolin eyed book boy’s shoulders and taut biceps. Yes, out of it was good too. Kaladin might refuse the shopping trip but Adolin could always pick out a suit himself; he was pretty sure of book boy’s size. He had a knack for that. The day of the ball, he could teach Kaladin how to tie a bowtie, if he didn’t already know, or tie it for him just because Kaladin would probably hate being fussed over. Kaladin in a three-piece suit. Adolin smiled faintly. Or, if he enlisted, dress blues. Adolin could make sure he was wearing his alphas and that his various insignias, ribbons, and medals, were all regulation and remind him to remove his cover when they entered the building. He would miss the longer hair on Kaladin though. Not that Kaladin let him braid his hair or anything. Adolin almost chuckled at the idea but held himself back as Kaladin still looked rather disgusted. Adolin had the distinct impression that Kaladin regarded him similarly to an offending food item in his mouth that he intended to spit out at his earliest convenience but he had been unsuccessful at ridding himself of Adolin so far, which both pained and excited Adolin for reasons he didn’t quite comprehend. Perhaps, finally swallowing the unpleasantness, Kaladin answered.

[mclmm-us]

Happy 249th, Two Foot Onions!

[roddyjo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARINES!

[ketchuplaser]

Happy Birthday Marines!

[freetheshit-outofyou]

To the best younger Sibling the Army has, to my Brothers and Sisters in arms from different Misters, HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARDS.

[thaliawashere]

DOB: November 10, 1775

Today is the 248th birthday of the United States Marine Corps. Tomorrow is Veterans Day. These two days have always been important to me. Many members of my family and acquaintance have served in the armed forces. Most notably my father, who served in Korea as a member of the United States Marine Corps. My father taught me the Marine’s Hymn when I was little. Every year on November 10th we’d…

[murderousink23]

11/10/2023 is The Eve before Saint Martin's Day 🇩🇰, Marine Corps Birthday 🎉🎈🎁🎂🇺🇲, National Forget-Me-Not Day 🇺🇲, National Vanilla Cupcake Day 🧁🇺🇲, World Science Day for Peace and Development 🧬🇺🇳

[allaboutyoupostnthings]

Celebrating the Legacy: Happy Birthday, U.S. Marine Corps!

On this day, we joyfully celebrate the birth of the United States Marine Corps, a remarkable legacy that began on November 10, 1775. For 249 years, the Marines have shone brightly as a symbol of strength, dedication, and valor, proudly protecting our nation and embodying the highest traditions of service. Founded in the midst of the American Revolutionary War, the Marine Corps has grown to…

[kampinkel]

Happy Birthday Marines 🦅🌎⚓️