#sticker spotter

[ca77um-ilo77]

alright you have me convinced!! what should i know before i watch indycar next season??

yooo i'm so glad i convinced you!! this is a pretty long post, and is kind of all-over the place. i tried to break it up by general topic, but i'm adding randomly as i think, so just a warning. i'll add some info links i like at the bottom. (if you or anyone wants to talk indy or f1, asks or dms are so very welcome, i love making friends <3)

one thing about indy is unlike in basically every else, many cars look very different even when on the same team as well as special liveries that are nothing like their normal ones, so i'd recommend getting the indycar app (it's free and user friendly once you figure out the weird layout) as it has a spotter's guide. it also has onboard cameras and radios for free (!!!!).

indycar is (usually) a pretty friendly sport, but as is the case with american sports, we like chaos, so the drivers can pretty much say anything except swear words lol. there's a few different clips of drivers threatening each other, which is great. id say most drivers are friends or at least acquaintances, expect santino ferrucci (huge bigot, pay driver, got kicked out of f2 for extremely dirty driving, and i personally hate his hair) and often romain grosjean as he hits people a lot. as for 2024 rookies, kyffin simpson's dad bought him his seat, and kyle larson saying the n-word in 2020 means he has some really, really racist fans.

the safety rules are strict and the cars are very durable which is good for high-speed crashes. the safety people (shoutout amr indycar safety team i love y'all, amr the company i hate you more than i hate the fia) travel with the races and have extensive training. they are also stationed in places that allow quick access to any location on a track. this is most apparent at ovals as they are much faster and more dangerous. at the other races, they are stationed where there is higher likelihood for a more dangerous crash that needs faster reactions. they take trucks to the site that are full of basically anything that might be needed. this is especially important as indycar refuels and are at high risk of combustion compared to f1. the calling yellow flags is also a lot more liberal which is nice. during longer yellows, and reds at ovals they'll run a sweeper truck to clean the racing line so people don't slide into walls.

for flag code info, as i don't have the patience to write it out, it is is section 7.2 of the rule book (page 27). i've linked it at the bottom of the post.

with the cars, they're all required to have the same chassis and aren't allowed to change a huge amount, so the racing is mostly down to skill, though andretti, ganassi, penske, and mclaren are better as they have more money. there are two engine suppliers, honda and chevrolet, iirc (don't quote me here) chevy is a bit more powerful, but honda is a bit more handleable. fast pit stops are usually about 7 seconds due to smaller pit crews (7 people maximum) and refueling. each car also has it's own pit box as teams have variable car numbers based on what they can afford. firestone provides tires, and there are two compounds, primary and alternate, as well as a wet tire. primaries are the harder compound and have a black sidewall. alternates are softer and have a red sidewall, except at street circuits where it's green to signify all natural rubber. use of both compounds are required. on broadcast you'll hear them mention "sticker reds" which are just the brand new ones.

more tire info in section 15 of the rulebook (page 84). there's some complex rules if you like tires.

the biggest difference between indy cars and f1 is f1 has power steering, indy doesn't. if you watch onboards, the drivers are wrestling the car the whole time, and most of the racing comes down to skill. the actual racing is often chaotic (indycar app helps with this. i keep it open always) and since there are many pit stops in a race (the cars use a lot of fuel) the leaderboard will change a lot.

the points system is very different, i'll try to cover it as succinctly as i can but i'm going to put a link for the wiki on it at the bottom anyway. (this is going to be formatted real weird, but i want to be brief). p1 50; p2 40; p3 35; p4 32; 4th-10th decreases by 2; p10 20; 10th-25th decreases by 1; everything p25 down is 5 points. drivers get points for finishing the race, basically. (unless there's more than 33 finishers, then 34 down get nothing, but that doesn't really happen). there's some bonus points also, 1 for leading a lap, 2 for most laps led, and 1 for pole position. the final bonus is for indy 500 qualifying. top 12 get points from p1 getting 12, descending by 1, to p12 getting 1.

as for the circuits there's three types: ovals (6 races, 4 tracks), roads (6 races, +1 non-championship race), and street (5 races). ovals are very high speed with little to no breaking. road courses are just your average circuit made for racing, the roads tend to be a bit rougher than f1's but that's kinda just how american tracks are. street circuits are, well, on the street. american roads suck major dick. the smoothest indycar street circuit is comparable to the worst of f1's. very bumpy, usually some good crashes (watch 2023 st. petersburg start. shit was insane).

as a fan, i cannot recommend irl indy more. some races are busier than others, obviously, but it's cheap considering it's a big racing category. 3 day entry for the less major races is usually $60-ish, and paddock passes are an additional $120-ish. not 100% on the price for pit access, but that is a bundle with three day tickets usually. the races aren't super crowded and there isn't assigned seats which is nice. the paddock is super open (check my "fenrir indycar" tag, quick access on my pinned) and you are able to walk up to and touch the cars if you really want (i wouldn't) as well as have conversation with engineers if they're not busy. if you have pit access the drivers are usually just wandering around and are often happy to stop and talk/sign something when not busy. there's also a high risk of nearly getting run over by drivers on their scooters. will power is notorious for this.

for my non-americans, (love y'all) we are very happy to have a conversation with strangers. the indy fans are often thrilled to talk about their favorite drivers and thoughts with anyone. when i went id say the only bad experiences i had was getting overwhelmed (my fault, i went to a place that i knew would cause a meltdown) and my dad getting hit twice by a man in a golf cart twice (same guy, not my dad's fault, the cunt didn't try to move, warn him, or apologize, just hit him, let my dad stumble, hit him again. i'm still mad). the seats are usually right on the track, so it's extremely loud and smelly. 10/10 can not recommend irl indy enough. i am biased to the pnw and it's the only race i've been to, but the portland race is great. it's not got masses of people, you can walk right up to the track to watch with the only thing between you and the cars being a concrete wall and a fence, and as it's a smaller race with less fans compared to the east coast and mid-west races, it's cheaper. biggest con is its built on a swamp, so super humid. (another pro, i'll be there <3 [joke.])

any questions you've got or clarification needed, my notifications are on and i'll respond to relevant stuff as soon as i see it.

LINKS:

rule book (clicking on a section of the table of contents will take you there)

points format wiki

schedule (tickets can be bought here)

app link

2024 series wiki (so helpful)

#f1 #indycar #fenrir indycar #indy 500 #2023 indycar #2024 indycar #formula 1 #anti santino ferrucci #portland indycar #ask #anonymous #anon

[theflyindutchwoman]

Tim in Metro was quite a sight - and I'm not just talking about how good he looked in his new uniform. What I found interesting is how every scene about Metro had a slight edge to it… It was like standing at crossroads and not knowing which direction to take : will Tim enjoy staying there? Or is he going to leave?

Let's start with the training sessions. They were a really nice touch to highlight the difference between patrol and Metro. Which isn't necessarily a knock on patrol by the way. They after all started there as well. But they're right to emphasise that Metro is a complete different beast. They're a tactical response team, specialised in very specific situations (like hostage rescue mission). Think of SWAT… Not everyone makes the cut. And Tim has some extra challenges here. He's not just starting a new job and joining a new team. He's also replacing their team leader : he's in charge of them. So it's imperative that he gets up to speed. Add the fact that Tim is a creature of habit and likes his comfort zone. He spent more than 12 years on patrol, doing things a certain way, with people he got to know and trust along the way. Now he has to practically start over. That's a lot of things to process at the moment. It feels off because he is off-balance. He has to find his new equilibrium. That may take some time. And maybe he won't find it. Nevertheless, they all worked effortlessly once they were on the mission, so they're at least off to a good start.

And as harsh and critical as they may have sounded, the team seemed to be rather encouraging towards Tim. There was no real friction or hard feelings. They didn't openly resent him for Hicks leaving or anything of the sort. They were challenging him but they all congratulated him when he succeeded a training exercise and they made him part of the team with the unicorn stickers prank. Again there was a slight edge : at this point, Tim doesn't know them and they don't know him… They're practically observing each other. And while his leadership was questioned when they were staging the rescue mission, it was actually for a valid reason : Angela is a detective, so not exactly the first person one would choose as a spotter. And as a leader, choosing an outsider to do the job one of your teammates can do might send a message that you don't trust them. But once Tim explained his reasoning, his teammate had no problem with apologising and giving Angela credit and following orders. Even Pine, who may not be all warm and fuzzy, seemed quite supportive. When Tim was frustrated after his first training round, she was quick to remind him that they all went through the same period of adjustment. And when he was on the outside, she didn't hesitate to mend the bridge and invite him to join them for drinks. Baby steps…

I know some people are worried that this new team won't be supportive of Chenford… But so far there's nothing to really indicate that. To be fair, only two people have really talked in the team, so it's hard to say what they think. And that's IF they even find out about them or make a deal out of it… But for what it's worth, Nyla told Lucy that Tim's predecessor, Hicks, had a wife who worked for the department and he seemed to get along with the rest of them…

So I honestly could see it go either way… The next episodes should clue us in further on whether Tim is going to embrace this new position or not. I will just say that adding more recurring characters at this point is a challenge of its own, as the cast is already quite large, so we might never get to really know the rest of the Metro team. The same way we barely see Caradine when Angela and Nyla are concerned, we might just end up following Tim (and maybe Lt. Pine), with the rest of the team in the background.

#The rookie #Chenford #Tim Bradford #the rookie speculation #Episode Tag #Character Study #5.14

[yournewfriendshouse]

I feel like it’s probably time to explain my real art tag again, seeing as AI stuff is in conversations and stuff, and as some people use others’ tags and stuff I just want to be clear what that tag on my blog means…

it’s art, guys. it just means art.

so like I’ve been using that tag and that phrase for years and it has nothing to do with AI

the thing is even before AI there has always been a very very irritating conversation being carried out, often among people who aren’t artists, about what constitutes real art. and I just find it really aggravating. we saw it recently with those tiktockers standing in front of yves klein and mark rothko paintings saying they could do it. I used to get these dudes trying to be cool and pointing at shit and being like *I’m being smart face* ‘but is it art?’

and every time I’d be like…yes. yes, it’s art.

the spray painted little guy putting rubbish in the bin on the bin is art. the coka cola ad is art. the hgly cactus sculpture is art. the spaghetti lights on the freeway ramp are art, yes, it’s art!

if you have to ask that question or can conceivably ask that question then it’s probably art. it’s possible that even if it wasn’t art then you asking that question MADE it art! if you looked at something someone made and derived meaning from it then it is, arguably, art.

in 2011 I finished art school, where I was given so much shit for the emotive, sentimental kitsch, small art I was making, and was just so sick of that shit, man. The painting and sculpture staff got the ceramics studio shut down arguing that ceramics was craft not art which was SO much bullshit and just absolutely aggravating, and I was and am still genuinely so pissed about it.

so I would go around calling things ‘real art’. the shitter and less art-object-seeming it was the more likely I would call it ‘real art’. the first show I did outside of school (where I worked in black and white for like two years) involved hand cut confetti and glitter paper, lmao. it was process art it was performance art, i cried when one morning I came in and one of the studio residents had a private confetti party and made snow angels overnight in the pile of confetti that coated the floor. that was real art.

I was just so frustrated. Art doesn’t have some magical sacred meaning, or divine limit on what can be art. art is just stuff humans make for all kinds of reasons. and that is what makes it magical and sacred and amazing. That’s why I love it

elephants can make art! kids can make art! humans who don’t really know what art is have made some of the most wonderful art in the whole history of humanity.

I would hear my nurse friends say they aren’t creative and I’d sit them down with a piece of paper and ink and make them draw dots about it. nurses are problem solving constantly lmao. draw some dots, you’ll feel better.

so like don’t think that I’m like checking art for AI and then marking them as real art if they aren’t AI. firstly I have severe brainfog so I can’t always pick it, which is awful but I’m defs not going to put my hand up as some AI spotter. I’d suck at it.

secondly, I consider AI art to be art (by the way I personally define art). I just find the current means of making it to be repugnantly unethical and shitty (and pretty much all of it is ugly also, but that isn’t like…some barrier to it being art. it’s art. it’s just shithouse, lmao.)

so yeah. art is art is art is real art. make some art, look at some art, enjoy art or rag on art if you think it isn’t succeeding as the artist intended; just don’t take my tag to be some kind of sticker of authenticity or somethink. I’m just on here to destract myself from constant pain by looking at cute animals and cool shit, telling blue jokes, and enjoying tits and butts

#that’s a typo but I’m leaving it #real art #hope this makes sense #I thibk it makes more sense than the last time I tried to explain it lmao #pinned post

[vetteldixon]

i love you warm-up session i love you sticker reds i love you penske games i love you yard of bricks i love you astor trophy i love you rolling start i love you firestone fast six i love you push to pass i love you spotters i love you strategists i love you command to start engines i love you indycar

#indycar #i could go on and on and on tbh but these are some things to love about one of the racing disciplines of all time #i nearly added 'i love you invocation' but i know that's uh very idiosyncratic #might workshop this

[violetmagician]

Some new items are up in my shop! Including funeral mountain terrashot pin, a cryptid spotter bumper sticker and some glow stickers

#cryptids #monsters #stickers #enamel pins #Etsy #shop

[moonrose-mortem]

Things I associate with the ships in The Owl House:

Lumity: Shades of purples and blues, trips to the library and bookstore, moon and stars decor, sparkly stickers, coffee shop dates, string lights, sitting on the roof late at night holding hands, quartz jewelry, lilac flowers, texting just emojis and gifs to each other, making bad but funny puns, watching anime together in onesies 💜📖🌌

Raeda: Sending each other mixtapes, the color red, picnic dates, visiting thrift stores and yard sales, leather boots, snickering at inside jokes, listening to vinyl records, the smell of wood, sitting on the front porch to watch the rain, roses and wine, vintage jewelry, making instrumental cover videos ❤️🎻🌩️

Winter: Late night texting, dates to the botanical garden, shades of greens and yellows, early morning walks, comfy pillows and herbal tea, sharing cute pet pics, being each other's spotter when working out, blushes and smiles, sunflowers, shelves full of houseplants and books, couple selfies, gold and emerald jewelry 💚🌻💛

#the owl house #toh #winter #raeda #lumity #aesthetics #toh huntlow #toh lumity #toh raeda #ship aesthetic #I know some are a bit on the nose

[airmanisr]

Airbus A350-1041. Airbus Industrie. F-WMIL. MSN: 059. Qantas sticker #LongRangeLeader by Icare spotter

#A.350 #aircraft

[apoorsoul]

Jimmy nods. "I'll have someone remove the food," he says, and carefully frees the subject's legs. Once he's mostly sure that the subject won't be a problem, he walks around behind the bed and unlocks the subject's collar from the chain it's attached too.

He leads the subject out the door and down the hall to the gym, one hand in his lab coat pocket on the activator for the collar. The subject seems nervous, but doesn't attempt anything Jimmy has to officially notice.

In the small gym, Bob is running on one of the two treadmills. His overly muscled presence makes Jimmy feel much safer, and he removes his hand from his pocket. He pulls down a folder and starts running the subject through a very basic fitness test.

Dr. Cole nods. "I'll have someone remove the food." He then carefully removes the restraints from Katai's legs. He probably recognizes that Katai could put him on the ground with just one solid kick. He's right to be cautious. A couple of hours ago, Katai wouldn't have hesitated to kick him square in the jaw. Now, though, he cooperates. After his legs are free, Dr Cole unlocks the chain attached to the collar around Katai's neck. He doesn't remove the collar, however.

Katai doesn't miss the fact that Dr. Cole keeps one hand concealed in his pocket. He's not sure why the Dr. is doing that, but he doesn't particularly want to find out if he's carrying a gun, or pepper spray, or... something. Despite his apprehension, Katai doesn't try anything on the way to the gym— partially because of the way Dr. Cole's hand is hidden away in his pocket.

Katai does pay careful attention to the nondescript hallways and doors as they walk. His eyes shift quickly from one wall, to the ceiling, to a door, to another wall... He wants to find a way out. If he can.

When they reach the gym, there's someone already on the treadmills. The man is visibly very strong. Katai wonders who he is... if he's in extra danger since the man is there... As Dr. Cole's hand comes out of his pocket, Katai realizes that he likely is in more danger with this man here. Not that it particularly matters. He won't try anything. Not now. He's still holding onto what Dr. Cole said about finding a cure... Katai wants to be a part of that.

In the gym, Dr. Cole begins hooking Katai up to a few different monitors. the stickers and sensors are cold against his skin and they cause the rise of goosebumps across his body. Once it feels like just about every part of him is covered in stickers, that's when the testing starts.

They start with running. Katai can almost break the world record for the fastest mile. He's not nearly as close to any world records with lifting, but he can still bench about 300 pounds and deadlift over 420.

The man who was running on the treadmill when they came in acts as Katai's spotter. This works out just fine for the bench press, but not so well when he falters a bit during a shoulder press and flares his wings out for a moment to catch himself. He does catch himself, but the strength of his wings is enormous and ends up accidentally pushing the man pretty hard backwards.

#roleplay #whump roleplay #whump rp #whumplr reader #rp #katai #lab whump #whumper #whump #whumpee

[thedimpause]

Joining the Lisbon sticker spotter club @maique @stickerspotter

[radicalgraff]

Radical stickers seen around Glasgow, Scotland

#glasgow street art #glasow #stickers #sticker #sticker spotter #street atickers #anarchy #anarchism #anarchist #anti war #free palestine

[spotterartdesignfashion]

Digital Design by Spotter.

Sample Coloring Book Page by Spotter

Psychedelic Sticker Design by Spotter

#black and white #abstract art #digital art #spotterart #spotter #digital design #geometric art #mandala patterns #adult coloring book #cool stickers

[remmushound]

Damage, part 2; O’ Brother of Mine

@brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88

Michelangelo tried to smile. Not for himself, but for his brothers. He was their hope, and being their hope gave him hope! Hope that they would be okay and that the Hamato Clan would live on. He couldn’t remember what had happened—Donatello has said something about repressed memories or something like that. It didn't matter. He was alive and they were alive and no matter what he would work to keep it that way. His family needed him now, like he had needed them so many times.

Michelangelo had healed faster than humans would have in similar situations, but walking was still difficult. He opted for a cane instead of crutches to aid the limp, one Donatello said he may have all his life, and he grabbed for the bright orange helper covered in stickers the moment he sat up. He didn't immediately stand though. He had to work his sore body up to that, and while he waited he found his eyes wandering, first to his leg. It had healed well— you could hardly tell it had been broken if not for the scar crossing over his shin. Just the one. He swung the leg and giggled at the lack of pain in the limb.

His hands went to his plastron as his stomach rumbled with hunger. He held them there a long time holding over his stomach before his fingers started to absently trace the spider-webbing cracks radiating from his carapace and down his bridge, the very ends of the damage poking onto his plastron. His back had taken the brunt of the damage, crushed at the dome and exploding out through the rest of his carapace. He vaguely remembered an ever-increasing pressure on him…

Michelangelo was brought back by the call of his hunger, and he forced himself to his feet. The cane helped support him on his weak side. He made his way slowly to his dresser and grabbed his shell cover— Donnie had made it special for him to avoid any further damage to the near-shattered shell while it healed. It felt like a sweater and fit snugly around both his carapace and plastron, smooth on the inside and fluffy on the outside for optimal comfort. He pulled it over him with a slight effort and grunted, wrapping his arms around the cover and wiggling as he hugged himself.

To get to the kitchen, he had to cross past the bathroom and he couldn’t help but hear the struggles of the creature within. He recognized the sound of the panting and the tears he was sure accompanied. It took him a meer second more to know who it originated from.

“Raph…?” He whispered. He had often heard Leonardo or Donatello crying in the safety of their own rooms, but Raphael’s tears were a much rarer occurrence. Michelangelo tried the door, but of course it was locked. All he could do was stand back and wait for Raphael to come out.

“Raph…?”

“Ah— you scared me, Mike! You alright little man?” Raphael kneeled and held his arms open in an invitation for a hug, but Michelangelo didn't move. “What are you doing up so early?”

“You were in there a long time.”

Raphael cleared his throat and stood up. “Sorry, did you need to use it?” He stepped aside and motioned Michelangelo in.

“No.” Michelangelo rasped. “I just wanted to say hey…”

“Oh. Well… hey.” Raphael waved and laughed. “Silly boy. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Raphael walked past Michelangelo, giving his brother a gentle pat on the head as he passed. Michelangelo stared after the snapper sadly. He could sense the emotion radiating off of Raphael like a beacon, and he needed to do something about it. Often times Michelangelo had seen the red onii staring longingly at his reflection in any surface that held it, and a look of sadness was what Raphael’s eyes always held. This was something that took more than pizza or cuddles or a ride in the Shell Tank to help. This required some serious brotherly love! But he couldn’t do it alone, and he couldn’t count on Donnie… at least, not until the softshell was feeling better. He knew exactly where to go!

*****

“Leo Leo Leo Leo!”

Leonardo almost dropped the barbell on himself at the sudden interruption, but Michelangelo was quick to catch it and heft it back into its holders.

“Leo Leo Leo Leo—“

“Woah woah woah, where’s the fire?” Leonardo laughed.

Michelangelo sucked in a deep breath and let it out loudly. “First off: Donnie said no barbell anymore without a spotter. Two: I need your help with something!”

Leonardo sat up and patted the cushion beside him, to which Michelangelo gladly took a seat while explaining quickly what he had just witnessed with Raphael.

Leonardo whistled and shook his head. “Poor guy. So what, you think we should get him a… a new stuffy or something? He has like, two hundred of them so we have to make sure we don’t get a double.”

“What? No no no no no!” Mikey shook his head and waved his hands, “He needs something waaaay better!”

Leonardo blinked. “You mean like two stuffies?”

Michelangelo grinned evilly and rubbed his hands together. “No, that’s not good enough. But I know what is~”

#Mikey has a pLAN #Stay tuned for Leo next! #hurt/comfort #Tmnt #rottmnt

[kythed]

kuroo as your workout buddy !!

lmk if you’d like to see some workout buddy hcs for other characters too!

- This man is high key a health nut, mkay?

- I mean he looks like THAT so obviously the boy takes care of himself

- Takes you on jogs around the neighborhood for cardio and stays at your pace instead of going ahead like the good lil personal trainer he is

- But if you’re faster than he is he will NOT go easy on you; he will be trying to beat you the entire time and be secretly disappointed inside if you finish ahead of him

- He has a folder full of all his different programs (arms, legs, abs, etc) and if you’re just starting to workout he types out some programs for you and puts them in your own folder with some cute lil stickers he found somewhere on the front

- Will be the Best™️ spotter there is— always keeping an eye on you and steady hands on the bar/dumbbells and encouraging you to finish the set strong

- But he may or may not make a *little* fun of you if you can’t finish but it’s just a small smirk or nose crinkle and a lil “it’s okay, let’s try again next set hun”

- My boy has a GOOD HEART okay?? He understands that girls can feel intimidated at the dudebro dominated gym sometimes and he wants you to feel comfortable and supported so you can workout more efficiently

- Loves to do partner stretching with you!! Mostly just as an excuse to get close and touch you but still! Will most definitely stand behind you while you’re doing the butterfly stretch and help you press you knees to the floor while his breath tickles your ear

- If you swat him away because “eww Kuroo you’re all gross and sweaty!” he will just laugh and ask you to help him stretch next

- Mans has two high quality low sugar all natural protein drinks (that he carefully read all the ingredients and nutrition facts of) waiting in the car because ya’ll gotta get that glycogen in yo muscles while they’re still hot!

- Will take you to the Whole Foods salad bar on the way home and force you to get a shit ton of greens and add something weird like tempeh because he read some online article about the benefits of plant based protein

- Then when he tries it he’ll think it’s absolutely disgusting and flavorless but eat it all anyways because he doesn’t want you to say “I told you so”

- Overall Kuroo is probably the most encouraging and fun workout buddy while still being hella effective and serious about fitness (my mans knows about BALANCE okay?? He is all about that well-rounded lifestyle)

#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro headcanons #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu x reader

[bearseokie]

Working Other Occupations | GOT7

got7 m.list | navi.

Mark: Gas Station Clerk;

knows everyone because his store is so busy

the store has two checkout lines, but his is always the longest

knows the best brands in the stores, constantly recommends them

gets frozen yogurt every day, collects his spoons

never leaves the slushie machine alone, his tongue is always red or blue

hates cleaning the bathrooms

prefers the night shift over the morning shift

blasts music

begs people that buy cigarettes to try quitting by chewing gum

steals energy drinks

pays for people's items when they don't have enough to cover it

smiles at everyone for no reason

found a stray cat behind the store, named it and deemed it the gas station kitty

stands at the counter, refuses to sit down

raps to songs playing while he restocks

runs around the counter to open the door for elders

challenges himself to see how long he can stand in the freezer

befriends the cook that makes hot food so he gets free meals

pumps gas for his friends and elders so he knows they get taken care of

hoodies

Jaebeom: Mechanic;

works on vehicles part time

gets stuck somewhere almost every day. once it was his hand in the exhaust pipe. once his entire body got stuck between the bottom of a truck and the creeper. it was a funny call for help.

wears a black jumpsuit and boots every day, loves that his name is embroidered onto his uniform.

blasts alternative music in the shop

thinks his job is like math

all of his co-workers are buff dudes with tattoos, and he admits he looks out of place

long hair that gets caught in Everything

sits on the creeper and rides it around when he's too lazy to stand up

is actually really good at his job, and has never had a complaint

women stop by to request that "he must look at their car because the check engine is on" but it's just a glitch, he gets their number anyways

always offers to buy food for his co-workers when they've been working long hours

always is on coffee duty

keeps a jar of lollipops for the client’s kids

got pranked by his co-workers once, hopes it never happens again

they asked him to get into a car to check if the steering wheel was even, then they lifted the car. he was in the air, stuck for almost an hour while they worked on it because "it would be a waste of time to bring it back down to let him out", he still appreciates them though

knows a lot of the rich people in the area specifically because he works on their cars

loves working on Ferraris and Lamborghinis

got to drive both to test run them, he was in love

is always covered in grease and oil, smells like them too

rough hands

Jackson: Workout Trainer;

always wears black tank tops

goes into the gym to do his own workout before his client shows up

brings extra water

gets way too excited when his client wants to do another workout

has a personal connection to all of his clients

will treat them to meals and give gifts to support their hard work

all of his fits match

wears insoles for extra support and asks his clients to get them too so they won't be as sore

is naturally loud but is quiet when he works out / when he is watching over a client

real bike rides & hikes

always makes clients start off with the basics, the smallest weights, shorter movements even if they are familiar with the workout / equipment

wears sweat bands like they're actual accessories

messes around from time to time by "running" on the gazelle, skipping on the treadmill, swings from the pull-up bars

acts like he's done more than everyone else when they aren't paying attention

pretends he can't lift a heavy weight when his client tells him they don't know if they can, so they feel inspired to try and be better than him

the best spotter

gets angry at other people in the gym when they are checking out / flirting with his clients, tries to explain that they are focused

protein shakes that smell okay and taste awful but he considers them a necessity

headbands like he's in an 80's workout video

always bouncy and excited, even when he's tired

Jinyoung: Dental Receptionist;

holds his index finger up at people when he's in the middle of something

types very fast

will hang up on you if you're rude to him

is friends with all of the dentist's in the building, and constantly chats with them even if people are waiting for their appointment

dentist still hasn't come back? they're talking to jinyoung

has a jar of mints on his desk, never offers them to anyone

is only nice to kids

bought new toys for the kid's waiting room because the old ones were boring, now none of them make noise but are enough to busy them

will purposely shred important papers just to give people a hard time

hates his desk chair

plays generic stock music in the office

goes through pens like crazy

hates check-in calls to remind people of their appointments, so he doesn't even do them most of the time and just hopes for the best

no insurance? sucks for you now you have a bill in your name

staples aggressively

plays solitare

makes the waiting room freezing while he's perfectly fine

gets up in the middle of someone checking in to walk around doing nothing until he feels like coming back

shows no emotion unless he hears a kid laughing

waves goodbye instead of telling people to have a good day / evening

Youngjae: Librarian;

shushes people that shush others

sneaks up behind people when they are focused

laughs way too loud and bothers everyone

the scanners hate him so much that they will glitch and shut down the entire computer

wears plaid pants and comfy tees, pushed back hair and glasses, never wears his contacts to work

brings his own lunch / snacks but still buys things from the staff room's vending machine

plays music in his earbuds when restocking and reorganizing

puts his own name down for newly released dvds so he gets to watch them first

carries a backpack of random stuff for when he gets bored

doesn't actually like books that much

accidentally sings at full volume to the music in his ears

buys stickers to give to the kids when they check out their books

runs up and down the aisles when no one else is around

recommends the same four books to everyone

writes in his notebook for half of his shift

when the kids get lost from their parents, he holds their hand and lets them hang out with him at his counter while he calls over the intercom

thinks there should be a bigger music section

wears a watch but still stares at the wall clock

bad sleep schedule so he's always dozing off

loves decorating the library with themes

Bambam: Retail Employee;

very sassy

wears brands even his own store doesn't sell

is actually the nicest person ever to work in retail

fingertip length organized racks

perfectly folds Everything because he believes presentation is one of the most important features of anything

will change a mannequin while people are shopping if he hates the fit enough

rants about how more people should thrift clothing instead of buying new things every time because it's better for the environment to recycle and benefits & supports local thrift stores

holds up clothes when people are checking out and compliments their taste

actually enjoys comfy clothing over designer, but will never admit it

takes a whole shift just to choose one pair of shoes to put on display

loves when kids ask his opinion on what they should get

spends his breaks looking over the jewelry section

steals candles

hates when people mess up the t-shirt section because he always has to fix it

electric shopping cart races

always has his long sleeve uniform shirts rolled up to his elbow

has knowledge of the best makeup brands in the store

severe hatred for the low-quality tees with weird quotes on them

loves all of the jeans with rips in them and always recommends them to customers

can make the floors so shiny he sees his own reflection in it

Yugyeom: Roller-Rink Employee;

part time dj, part time employee

puts on his favorite beats and skates around until he has to switch songs

kids try to climb him because he's so tall

has multiple pairs of skates for different days of the week

skates backwards

big shirts and ripped jeans

usually the leader of kid's birthday parties

held one of the parties and became the special guest because all of the girls loved him so much, they made him their prince for the day

loves watching people hold on to the walkers because it's funny

teaches old people how to skate safely by holding onto the edge of the rink

has to make the girls that flock around his booth find another activity to do

aggressively competitive lazer tag player, always gets his vest on first so he gets a head start

drinks monsters like it's water

doesn't buy the food they make inside, just steals it

hates being on rollerskate duty, always has to clean them and restock them properly because the high school kids place them in random spots

dyes his hair a different color every month

thinks the blacklight is the coolest feature of the entire rink

has so many high scores on the old arcade machines that kids cry trying to beat him, he buys them candy so they stop being upset

decorates the dj booth with neon colors

once got stuck putting his arm into the claw machine trying to get a toy that he wanted for himself

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Well, today was fairly uneventful if you were to take it at face value. But if you were Lieutenant Garuru, he’d call this day a success.

It all started in the early morning, Garuru woke up and did his usual morning routine; getting cleaned up, going on a jog around the nearby park, and then making an incredibly fast breakfast to go with his piping hot cup of coffee. He moved like his body was on autopilot around this hour, head filled with absolutely nothing but residue of whatever it was he happened to dream about during the night or those ‘life contemplating shower thoughts’ that rack his brain relentlessly. Garuru happened to just be recalling the dream he had last night that had something to do with him going on a mission with his platoon to stop an evil ruler on some desolate planet who enslaved her own people. They managed to stop her by using nothing but music--yeah, as if THAT was a thing--when his communicator rings. Well, not really ‘ring’, whenever it’s a text message the sound that plays is the sound of a chamber being reloaded and then a short burst of three shots from a gun.

The text message was a notice that was being sent to all military personnel at the main military base in Gerosect, the notice was so wacky that Garuru had to stop himself from taking a bite of his egg sandwich in mid lean. He scrolls back up to the very top of the short message to reread it.

‘Attention all military personnel: due to recent circumstances we are now ordering that ALL stickers receive a soldier’s salute from now on. Verification of identity is no longer required for stickers. Thank you!’

You got to be fucking kidding.

Starting from the very beginning when someone is just a new, wide-eyed recruit in their training uniform you’re taught that there are specific times and places you are to salute to someone, and you can only go into ‘at ease’ once you’re addressed. It’s literally drilled into you all the way until the end of your military days for most. Some instances can be made, for sure, like if you were to specifically realize that the soldier is a higher officer than you salute. If you’re greeting a soldier from another platoon, or greeting a comrade back after a prolonged absence, etcetera, etcetera. The stickers that the notice was speaking of were referring to military stickers that can be seen on space crafts and vehicles, something that definitely does not affect him or his department but DID in fact interfere with the work of the gatemen.

Ah, he remembers those days when he was a young private and he was given the task to stand at the gate for eight hours a day to check space crafts and military vehicles before they entered into the base’s facility. It definitely wasn’t fun at all, it did pay rather well however and he only had the assignment for a good two months. Also, he wasn’t technically alone, he had a spotter with him, a Corporal or Sergeant that would stand beside him with a weapon in hand to ensure his safety (since he was not given a weapon). Thankfully his spotter was quite kind, chatting with him briefly when their shifts got slow and even guiding Garuru on how to recognize the different stickers, spot the anomalies on identification cards to determine their authenticity….oh, and his “personal favorite”: how to chat with cute girls.

Usually, you didn’t even have to ask for identification to tell that the spacecraft that was tied to the military sticker belonged to that soldier, but Garuru remained thorough in checking their cards anyways and saluting when the soldier came in. Sometimes though, you’d get those times that a spouse of the officer would be using the vehicle--no problem, more times than naught the spouse was also a soldier so Garuru just had to give the craft a pink slip or yellow slip to the vehicle. A pink slip for the spouses using the vehicles, and yellow for ‘other but still a soldier’ using it, be it a son, daughter, father, aunt, grandmother, so on. Then you get those rare instances where you get a civilian vehicle coming in, mostly those belonging to businesses bringing in supplies for the base’s hospital or construction crews coming in for repairs. Usually, they present their licenses or permits then they’re allowed in and they do not get salutes. Nor do the civilian spouses who come driving in sporting their lover’s spacecraft that bears the military sticker on it, though Garuru knows that some soldiers will not really care and give the spouse a salute. He remained firm on his own ideology: Are you a soldier? No? Then you don’t get a salute.

Something must have happened the day before if the base was now giving out a notice for all stickers to be saluted to, no doubt an entitled spouse who thinks that they deserve a salute because their lover is laying their life down for Keron. Thankfully he’s only ever dealt with a couple of them, not even worth counting on one hand, mostly because the moment the spouse sees the burly, threatening, mountain of a soldier behind him holding a semi-automatic in his hands the spouse would just make a face, throw him an insult under their breath, or curse him quickly before driving through. Unfortunately, there weren’t many soldiers with skin as thick as his, and it was the pointless rule changes like this that made all the cursing, swearing, and threats he had to put up with as a private all for naught. Not just him, plenty of other soldiers had gone through this. Garuru had stepped in more than once when he saw someone screaming at a poor Private because they can’t ‘park in their husband’s military space’, yes lady, even though your husband’s a Staff Sergeant and you got his vehicle with the sticker that doesn’t mean YOU are a Staff Sergeant and can park there.

Garuru was still making a face when he took a long sip from his coffee, now nearing lukewarm because he kept staring at the little pixelated words on his com. Did his father pass this? How could he? There had to be a misunderstanding...or worse. Maybe his father just saw ‘new mandate’ and signed it off like it was no big deal. He usually doesn’t try to text his father so early in the morning but he was curious about the old man’s thought process when it came to confirming this rule for the base. So Garuru sent him a good morning, asked how he was, and then asked about the mandate. Then his com went radio silent.

Well, so much for getting his father’s input on that.

While he was walking to the Main Base the Lieutenant thought deeply about the whole thing, trying not to let it show outwardly that the notice was still bothering him. To think that someone thought it was a good idea to salute to every single sticker that comes onto the military’s property, who in their right mind would salute a sticker? And what if it was fake? Or not a military sticker to begin with? That was when the lightbulb in his head went off, when he was waiting patiently on the street corner for the light to change he took out his com and read the message again just in case. A small smile pulling at the tug of his lips before he turned his com away, all stickers then? Sure thing.

When he reached the base Garuru did not pass the opportunity to put his plan into motion, there was a construction crew just on the corner fixing some pipes and they just so happened to have a sticker with their company’s logo on their helmets. Garuru stopped walking, saluting the gentleman and standing there at attention while they stopped and stared back with confusion and fear. Well, fear at first because they thought that someone of a higher rank than Garuru was behind them trying to get their attention or chastise their work. But no, no one else was there except for the five or so men that were working. Realizing that it was just them, one of the men quickly and awkwardly inquired what he was doing.

“It’s a new mandate. Soldiers are required to salute all stickers, sir.” The construction crew had a short laugh about it, finally realizing that Garuru was saluting their helmets and ‘ordered’ him at ease. The Lieutenant even grinned a little as he left when he heard one of the men going on about his own helmet that was completely covered in stickers, stating that if the stickers reflected a rank then he’d be a captain. Thankfully today he had desk duty, the rest of his platoon was off doing their own work according to their ranks and a little part of him thought if Tororo was doing the same as him. Being that the tadpole was notorious for being annoying and finding loopholes Garuru could definitely see him use this new rule to his advantage to stay home because he’s saluting to a sticker on the toaster all day.

Thankfully, it looked as though he was not the only one who came up with his idea. There were three soldiers saluting at the reception desk and the poor girl there was looking absolutely mortified. She was not a soldier so having three of them standing there, saluting, and not moving was probably confusing the hell out of her. Garuru stops walking right at the reception desk, seeing the small Pekoponian ‘Hello Kitty’ sticker on the woman’s planner, and salutes to it as well. The other soldiers there share a grin but don’t say anything else as they go back to being stone-faced, the poor girl looks desperately to Garuru,

“Sir---what are you all doing?” Even though she works here she didn’t get the notice? That just solidified Garuru’s suspicion that the mandate extended to soldiers--all soldiers--and just solidified his plan. He explained to her that it was a new notice for all soldiers to salute stickers from now on, giving her another minute before he nods his head towards her planner. Her reaction was priceless, pure unadulterated confusion made home on her face as she looked at the soldiers individually and realized that, yes, they were doing the same thing. She stutters out a small "at ease", getting a collected sigh from the other soldiers who greeted the other before leaving like they weren't just standing there for twenty or so minutes.

Garuru asked the girl for his P.O-box key and wished her a good day while making his way to the elevator with a few other soldiers. He's in the middle of twirling the little keyring around his fingers when he looks up to see a "fire safety" sticker. Well, a rule is a rule. He salutes, prompting surprised and puzzled expressions until the other soldiers looked up and saw it.

Now, if someone had told Garuru that they had somewhere important to be or was on their way to a meeting then for sure he would have excused them, this order was not that important that it had to keep someone from running important work to be trapped in an elevator. But no one said a thing, instead, they all looked at each other and then saluted as well.

Silence fell in the little metal and glass box, even when the elevator had opened doors three times to let soldiers off, closed, then continued climbing upwards. The longer the soldiers kept standing there in awkward silence doing nothing but saluting to the withered fire safety sticker above the doors the more Garuru was enjoying this. He would never admit it in a million years but to be ‘defiant’ was something he’s always wanted to do when he was young, he never had a rebellious teen stage aside from playing music so loud it threatened to affect his hearing. His life always revolved around being a better example, pulling through the closest of odds, being the best he could be and sometimes he just wondered what happened if he would have snapped back those years ago. What if instead of following that one rule that nearly cost him and his men their lives he told the higher officer to go pound sand?

Well, he definitely would never be where he is today, but it made moments like this where he was following foolish orders to a T that made all those ‘yes sir, no sir’s worth it. A bit of some malicious compliance if you will, it was his lifeblood.

Someone on the higher officer floors had called the elevator now because instead of them going downwards towards the ground floor they were now climbing upwards. Up, and up, and up, and up. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife now from all the anxiety the other men were building up, the soldiers began to shimmy a little in place as they looked at one another in panic before tensing up again when Garuru turned his gaze to them. Even when Garuru’s com makes that familiar ‘ka-chlick, pow, pow, pow’ noise he doesn’t bother reaching for it. He lets his arm relax just for a moment without even removing it from his salute, loosening the muscles just enough so that it doesn't feel like his arm would cramp up.

Who they were greeted with when the doors finally opened on the twentieth floor was absolutely perfect. It just so happened to be the Demon General Guroro himself. Garuru’s father.

It took the much older Keornian a good minute or so of seeing a whole elevator full of saluting men before he could really react, his sharp eyes quickly scanning over the soldiers before him and finally landing on Garuru’s confident-looking gaze. Guroro asked quickly what they were doing, putting his hand out to hold the elevator door open as he still couldn’t fathom the sight. It took just about every muscle in Garuru's body to resist the urge to smile at his father when he answered clearly and calmly that they were just following the new mandate, unlike the receptionist, however, he didn’t bother nodding his head to what exactly they were saluting at. He mostly did this because he wanted to see if his father actually knew of the rule that was passed, or if he just did the usual ‘I’ll just sign whatever is in front of me’ shit. Unfortunately, Garuru got his keen mind from his old man, because the moment that the word ‘mandate’ escaped his lips Guroro is already frowning in disapproval, taking a single step inside the elevator to look up above its metal and glass doors to see the fire safety sticker and then let out a frustrated growl.

“For the love of--all of you are dismissed, and I better not see this again in the elevator.” Guroro snaps, almost immediately the soldiers all dispersed from the elevators and ran off in different directions, even though this wasn’t their floors. Garuru was the only one left inside, standing a little more comfortably with a hand on his hip as his father comes aboard and presses the thirteenth-floor button.

“Fifth floor, if you please Pops.” Garuru insists, cool as ever even when his father looks at him at the corner of his eye with a threatening glance. “Oh, right,” he reaches for his com to look at the message that was sent, coincidentally, it was from Guroro himself, explaining that the mandate was in effect and remains in effect until further notice. No wonder his father was looking a bit frazzled, he probably had put two and two together the moment he saw him with the other group of soldiers. “Sorry I couldn’t reply fast enough, I was too busy saluting--”

“Do not tell me that you started all of this.” you could hear the poison drip from Guroro’s words the moment he said them, what usually would leave a good hundred men quivering in their hats only did nothing but fuel the giddy Garuru felt. It would have been an honor if people had copied his idea, but no, it was not nearly as satisfying as knowing that there were other soldiers out there just as peeved about this rule that they went out of their way to do the same as him. Oh, nothing was as beautiful as knowing that people had gathered together for a cause out of pure pettiness.

“Started all of what, Pops? I’m just following orders like everyone else.”

“You cheeky little bastard.” Guroro sighs out a groan, taking the moment to tap his hand against his arm while he has them crossed over his chest in contemplation. The First Lieutenant made sure that the smile on his face wasn’t seen by his father when the doors opened to the thirteenth floor, being greeted to the sight of a dozen or so higher officers all saluting a menu standee that had cute star stickers decorating it. Guroro turns around, grabbing the doors of the elevator open and looking at Garuru right in his eyes, pure unadulterated frustration housing themselves there. “The new mandate will be ineffective by this afternoon, if I find you out in some--some hallway saluting a damn wet floor sign then your ass is cooked. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir.” Garuru salutes, going at ease when his father lets go of the elevator doors, about to turn around. “But remember Pops, the mandate is for stickers, not wet floor signs--”

“You know what I mean, young man!!” Guroro yells back, Garuru lets the smile slip just as when the doors are closing, waving to his father from behind the glass doors as the elevator finally descends to the fifth floor. It was a shame that he didn’t get to run into his father again after that incident, he only managed to catch a glimpse of his dad yelling at the officers in front of the standee to get back to whatever it was they were doing.

It had been hours since then, now nearing the end of Garuru’s desk duty shift as he’s enjoying his third cup of coffee in hand. Garuru is casually watching the little window with a frog emoticon hopping across the screen with a little file in its hand while it’s sending the papers he filed out to his superiors while he recollects the day. The First Lieutenant has been in a good mood since the morning and being that his day was almost done he decided to take out his communicator so he could look back at the new message that was sent to all the soldiers by lunch,

‘Attention all personnel, due to unforeseen incidents following the new mandate we have decided to recall the order. Please go on about checking identification for all MILITARY stickers on VISITING vessels. Thank you!’

Mission Complete.

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