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Pilot epaulet rank

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The Importance of Uniform Colors

When you think of uniforms, what comes to your mind first? Possibly, it is the clean white coats of doctors, the vibrant jerseys of your favourite sports team or the specific clothes from delivery companies such as Zomato. But do you ever find yourself wondering what exactly these colours were chosen? The colours of uniforms are far more than just aesthetic choices; they play a crucial role in creating a sense of identity, fostering unity, and enhancing functionality.

Colours appeal to us on a deep, unexpected level. They can have a relaxing effect on us, give us the necessary power, or create a sense of unity. For example, blue is a colour that is usually associated with peace and trust. So corporate uniforms in navy blue colour are not a matter of chance as they are good for creating a trustful and professional environment. In contrast, red is the most eye-catching and dynamic colour, and because it is rich in heat, it is the optimum choice for sports competitions. The athletes’ clothing in red can not only identify with their strength but also can stir up an atmosphere for fans.

Uniform shades are more than only a manner to reveal who we are and what we're all about. They truly serve a realistic motive, too, for example, construction sites. Wearing bright-coloured uniforms makes it less complicated for humans to peer at us, which means fewer injuries and safer operating conditions.

In healthcare, exceptional hues play a function in distinguishing among one-of-a-kind roles like doctors, nurses, and guide staff. This helps everyone communicate better and keeps things running smoothly. That's why, in healthcare, you often see white uniforms. It's a colour that represents purity and cleanliness. Being aware of those cultural connotations is important, particularly for worldwide corporations where human beings from all over the world are probably sporting the same uniform.

Believe it or not, fashion tendencies even affect uniform layouts. Uniforms need to stay present-day and appealing, so they take cues from the cutting-edge shade traits in apparel. With that approach, you may see certain colours coming around again. It's all about maintaining employees feeling good about what they wear.

And let's now not neglect approximately branding! Many organizations incorporate their brand colours into their uniforms to create a constant appearance. This helps customers easily apprehend the body of workers and participants and strengthens the corporation's identification.

Working with uniform manufacturers, organisations can create custom designs and colourings that really reflect their logo and make a long-lasting impression. So, as you can see, uniform shades are more than just a style statement. They have sensible benefits, and cultural importance and play a massive function in branding too.

More than just a question of taste, uniform colours can be used as a tool to establish efficiency, unity, and identity. The appropriate colours may unite people, create a lasting brand, and even keep us safe, whether they are used in the workplace, on a sports field, in a school, or on a construction site.

Uniform Manufacturer is specialized in creating uniform designs with exceptional hues. Whether on the job site or in the office, we believe that the right colours can bring people together and make it memorable. Uniforms are far more than a simple aesthetic choice. In today’s world, where sustainability and individuality are increasingly important, Uniform Manufacturer’s uniforms are more than just looks. We focus on ethics and self-expression so our designs meet the functional requirements and reflect the values of the wearer.

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The Psychology of Dressing: How Uniforms Impact Employee Performance

Uniforms have been in use across various industries for a very long time, from the aviation business to hospitality. Although it is evident that uniforms do have a practical purpose, their psychological effects on employees and customers are much more important. The dressing psychology and uniforms impact employee performance by enhancing their sense of identity, boosting morale, fostering professionalism, and improving overall productivity within the workplace.

Establishing Identity and Belonging

Uniforms are the face of brand identity and organisational values. Workers not only wear uniforms; they wear an identification mark, so to speak, in the corporate world. It aids in giving a sense of belonging and identity in the workforce. For example, this is highly visible in industries like the aviation industry, where the pilot and flight attendants' uniforms form an integral part of it. This will symbolise authority and professionalism.

Virgin Atlantic has just updated its uniforms and is working with designer Vivienne Westwood. The brief was to reflect a modern, dynamic brand but with sustainability at the heart of it. Not only was staff morale raised by new uniforms, but it also reinforced staff pride and identity with the business, which then reflected onto customers through good service and presented a unified brand image.

Enhancing Professionalism and Customer Trust

They exude proficiency. Most customers judge the level of service by the way the workers are attired. Proper uniform design can enhance customer trust and give them confidence. First impressions matter in the hospitality business, so hotel and restaurant uniform suppliers become quite instrumental in making the staff look neat, professional, and friendly.

Marriott International introduced a new uniform program into all its hotels, partially to standardise how the staff would appear. It aimed at developing the staff in terms of professionalism and guaranteeing visitors similar experiences in various places. Feedback from guests has been very positive, citing improved service quality and professional appearance of the staff.

Boosting Employee Morale and Performance

The psychological effects of uniforms can be reflected in staff morale and productivity. Thanks to the uniform, employees will not need to take much time deciding every day on appropriate working attire, hence saving much of their energy and concentration on the actual task at hand. Besides, in a uniform, socio-economic disparities among the employees, which can foster a more collaborative and inclusive work environment, are reduced to a level playing field.

Southwest Airlines redesigned its employee uniforms by engaging people in the design process in order to come up with uniforms that best suited their needs and taste. The reception of new attires was impeccable; it boosted employees' morale and a sense of unity. This inclusive approach helped employees feel valued, contributing directly to enhanced job performance and customer satisfaction.

Practicality and functionality

Apart from the psychological effects, uniforms have functional benefits as well. Certain industries require the kind of uniform that secures employees' safety and functionality in doing their jobs. For example, hospital and nurse uniform manufacturers could provide health professionals with functional uniforms to do their jobs effectively and efficiently. This goes for security uniforms as well, which increase the safety and visibility of security guards.

One of the top uniform manufacturing companies in India is Parallel Plaids, which has undoubtedly mastered the act of merging practicality with aesthetics. They ensure that the uniforms look wonderful but, at the same time, fit the requirements of their staff. That balance greatly improved performance and satisfaction among their staff, thus proving how important a well-thought-out uniform design can be.

Conclusion

Dress code psychology through uniforms is a very powerful means that organisations can use to enhance employee performance in service delivery and satisfaction of their customers. A company can, therefore, easily achieve a uniform, professional, and motivated workforce by reaching out for assistance from leading uniform suppliers. Companies like Parallel Plaids show how strategic uniform design can have real, measurable benefits in boosting staff morale and overall performance. Setting the benchmark others want to aspire to.

Including uniforms in your organisational strategy is not window dressing. It's all about funnelling an identity that exudes professionalism and functionality-moulding success from the inside out.

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-I don't want to be here

-You exist here

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Pilots of the 505th UNMC Mechanized Chassis Squadron (formerly Baronic Unified Forces 1-Gosport), stationed at Fort Carnifex during the Second Khayradi Intervention, 5017u.

Left to Right:

Second Lt. Zephaniah "Zeffrey" de MickBryarwood-Jaxon, Callsign BROWN SUGAR

First Lt. Lazzat Vitali, Callsign RIPPER (XO)

Captain Riya Loxley, Callsign WEAVER (CO)

Junior Lt. Saturn Lee, Callsign BLUE CHEESE

Junior Lt. Milo Eskelia, Callsign MILK BOY

[intheorangebedroom]

I love how this gif jumped straight from WhatsApp to my inbox.

Explicit yes below the cut.

When you moved in with him, he plucked the Gladiator VHS out of one of your boxes and asked if you still had a VCR. You shrugged and said no, but you love that movie and that VHS has been with you forever and “have you seen Russell Crowe in his Roman uniform???” with an upward curl of your lips that had him raise an eyebrow.

Okay. Russell Crowe. As a Roman general. He knows only too well -and appreciates- your taste for veterans, but he had no idea it extends to the Roman legion.

First, he thought about finding an old VCR and surprise you with it. So you could play that tape and watch the movie together with What’s-his-face commanding his legion or whatever it is that put that spark in your eyes. Show you he’s not the jealous kind.

But then… well then he gets a far better idea.

He takes him a while to find it, and when he does, he has to drive all the way to the city to the rental place, then back home, where he hides the whole thing in an inconspicuous container under the workbench in his toolshed. Not too close to where he keeps the zip ties because then you’ll surely find it.

It's huge, and cumbersome. It comes with so many accessories, the shoes and the cape and a sword and the frigging golden laurel wreath in a wooden box…

Yovanna and Santi are throwing their annual Halloween party, which will provide him with the perfect occasion to wear it. As the day draws closer, and you keep asking him what he’ll go as, it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain a poker face. “I don’t know what you got up your sleeve, Morales, but your Halloween costume better be scary.”

At long last, the 31st is here. He dashes in from work and goes straight to the toolshed. The whole attire is a nightmare to strap on by himself, but after 15 years of his life adjusting tac vests, he manages. 

When he steps into the bedroom, you’re zipping up a dark blue Michael Myers suit. You usually prefer to coordinate your costumes, only this year he decided to play solo, so you had to improvise on your own.

You turn around to the sound of his footsteps on the carpet just in time to watch him walk through the threshold, clad head to toe as a Roman general. 

And oh! he’s a mighty vision. His silhouette looks twice as massive. The chest armor, adorned with two winged chimeras, emphasizes his impossible breadth. His shoulders fill up the entire door frame. A white cape, embroidered with threads of gold, is flowing behind him, and on his plush lips, a devastatingly smug smile, and you forget how to breathe. Your ribcage caves in on a breathless gasp. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open.

It's not... It's not the grime and crimson of battle. It's the white and gold of triumph. It’s as though all the light in the room emanates from him. Like he is made of it. Made of gold. And his hair, oh his hair, underneath that golden crown, curls in every direction, like that bust of Agrippa you once fell in love with in the Louvre.

He is magnificent.

And that son of a bitch knows it.

“You son of a bitch…” you whisper.

His grin stretches, revealing his dimple. And he fucking chuckles.

You briefly consider texting Yovanna to cancel. Bail out on your favourite evening of the year, but then you think different. You're going to go to that party and walk into their house with that man of pure golden light on your arm. Parade him all night. And then, you’re going to go home with him and ride him into next year.

When you get there, you are rewarded by the attendees' collective gasp upon his entrance. You’re probably hovering 10 centimeters above the floor with sheer pride. Yovanna shoots you a “good for you, girl!” look you have no trouble interpreting.

You spend the entire party watching him with a coveting gaze, hiding behind your mask. You might die, from want and anticipation and also dehydration with how hot and sweaty you get, with the size of his arms, and his naked legs on display, thick and solid and strong in just the right proportions. He looks so good it's obscene, and from across the room, he makes sure you're looking at him. That grin hasn't left his gorgeous face. You know he can see through your mask, through your thoughts, through your need.

On the drive home, both of you are silent. There's too much tension, it's crackling and sizzling like butter on a pan, and you zip your combination down to your waist to free the upper half of your body from the dense cotton material. With a side glance, you catch the working of his pebbled throat, confirming he’s registered how snugly your black tank top hugs your breasts. 

You are wet all over. Saliva pools into your mouth at the sight of his freckled skin, the rippling muscles of his exposed forearms and his thick fingers curled around the wheel.

You don’t even make it to the bedroom.

As soon as you get home, you step in front of him and brace both hands on his massive chest. The rigid armor feels so real, and you are reminded, once more, of the fabric of him. Of what his life has been. Of what he's done and seen. The battles he’s fought, the wounds he survived. And the way he chose love to redeem all his sins.

A warrior. A lover. Your man.

Quietly, you undress with trembling hands under his trained gaze. The dark pool of his eyes glimmers in the semi-darkness, in the feeble glow from the table lamp that catches at each and every golden detail of his uniform.

With a light touch, you back him up into the armchair. When he sits down in it, it looks like Caesar's throne. 

And then, you kneel before him, on the rough carpet, between his spread legs, hands splayed around his calves, skimming up to rest over his thighs. Feverish palms to feverish skin.

His tongue peeks slowly between his parted mouth to lick at his plush bottom lip, and you clench, sticky slick leaking down into your ruined underwear as you bunch the white toga in your fists and push it back.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice a quiet rasp.

“Yea,” he husks, bucking his hips forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his large hand a loose curl around your jaw as he guides your face closer to what has you begging.

Brushing your cheek against his thigh, you nuzzle the bulge of his boxer briefs, and the heady scent of his sex makes you dizzy. He’s hard when you pull him out, hard and warm and throbbing in the palm of your hand, and his heavy breathing fills your ears. Pursing your lips around the fat tip of him, you taste his want. The tangy flavour travels down to your core and you squirm wantonly at his feet, eyes fluttering shut at the heavy glide of his cock over your tongue. 

Carding his fingers through your hair, his hand wrapped on your nape, he draws you in gently, down to his base, inch by inch, and you focus on what he’s giving you, on the impossible size of him, eyes flickering open to lock onto his, as he watches you take him in. Your fingers burrow into the thick of his thighs, nails digging in, and he thumbs away a stray tear from the round of your cheek as you keep him there, pulsating hot and heavy inside your throat until you can’t breathe. 

When you pull away, heaving chest and teary eyes, with a thread of saliva bowing down from your mouth to his cock, he bends forward in a creak of leather, to grab at your waist and motion you up. You moan in complaint, please Frankie please, jolting at the cold touch of his golden cuff on your skin.

“Shhh, c’mere,” he husks.

You stand up ruefully but docilely between his legs, and you might be crying, looking down at him, because it rips through your chest, it tears your bleeding heart apart, the timeless beauty of him. The reassuring breadth of his solid frame, the fathomless depth of his dark eyes, the pensive crease in his brow. His perfect features framed underneath the wreath of laurel. The softness of his touch, the restraint on his strength, when he slides your panties down carefully.

You cup his face between your hands to make sure this man is real, scraping your nails through the scruff of his beard, thumbs resting over the bare patches of his sharp jaw. 

He runs a thick digit through your soaking folds and your whole body shivers, knees buckling, you’d crumple on the floor if it wasn’t for his firm hold on your hip. 

“So? Do you like the costume?” he asks softly, teasing your entrance with his middle finger, and you laugh through your tears. 

His grin falls as he leans forward with a frown, rustling fabric and creaking leather, to press his forehead into your belly, chin pushing at the apex of your thighs, tongue darting to lick a broad stripe across your folds. His primal grunt vibrates along your spine and down your limbs, so fucking sweet, baby. 

The sharp edges of his golden crown bite into your palm when you thread your fingers through his curls. 

“C’mere,” he beckons, drawing you in, “come sit on it.”

His large hand skims down along your smooth skin and curls at the back of your leg, sitting you in a straddle over his lap. The armchair is large, but he’s larger yet, and even more so with the cape and the chest plate and the leather pteruge, and it’s a fumble to find a good position. 

He scoots forward over the seat but your knees knock uncomfortably into the armrest, and he huffs in frustration. You tilt up his face and realise you haven’t even kissed him yet, too caught up in his glorious beauty. 

“Francisco,” you breathe out, and he stills. 

You lower your mouth to his, tongue gliding over the soft cushion of his lips, and he opens up, kissing you back full and deep, your tongues entwined and swirling languidly. His hands find the plump of your cheeks, spreading you for him.

When he breaks the kiss, it's with a rushed grumble of “let me take this fucking thing off,” but you're already sinking down onto his length with a pained moan, furrowed brow and eyes clenched shut at the blinding stretch, fluttering walls and quivering chest.

You settle there, the coarse hair at his base grazing your swollen clit, his warm shuddering breath fanning your face. You feel him throb at the center of you, and you cling on to him, to his cape, forehead to forehead, the cool surface of his armor pressed to your peaked breasts.

“Keep it on, Frankie, please. I want to know what it feels like to fuck a god.”

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HAPPY FRANKIE FRIDAY, MY LOVE 🧡

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May: I fell in love with you at first sight. Ira: You've been in my heart since the first day we met.

OonMay in Pluto Ep 7 (+ Ep 8 Teaser) TawanIra in Only You Official Pilot

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Thunderball - 007

Always loved this scene in the movie....

[darksockssuits]

in flight service

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Major Kim "KC" Campbell poses with her A-10 at Nellis AFB, Nevada

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A little doodle before I go to sleep!! It's a concept of an aerial tf2 map where everyone uses jetpacks/jet boots (??) to fly around during battle. That is all for my TED talk today, thank you for listening.

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Me flying anywhere: look it’s my blorbos (planes) from my show (Cabin Pressure)

[ryuki-draws]

I watched the Witch from Mercury recently and all I need now is Saionji wrecking three mech suits before getting expelled to camping