#hankerchief code

[adamapparition]

I was just doing some casual research into handkerchief code / flagging for drag purposes and OH LORD Google had me literally clapping my hand over my mouth feeling so called out by my kinky forefathers

[notgreatbob]

i always think the born in the usa cover showcases a hankerchief in bruce's back pocket instead of a cap, and perhaps this is why i'm so compelled by the bruce springsteen rpf

[foone]

someone needs to make a card that is quick reference to all the HDG xenodrug classes, and make it look like the old laminated hankerchief-code cards you could get all over SF and parts of NYC.

[ccupidxxo]

𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗨 | miya atsumu

↳ “if you ask me to sit on your lap, i will kill you.”

• pairing : atsumu x fem!reader

• warning : before-timeskip, fluff, enemies to lovers

──────────────miya atsumu did not like you. ever since he met you on the first day of school. he was calmly walking to class with his twin when he accidentally bumped into you. he didn’t even bump into you that hard, but you acted like he was a piece of shit under your shoe.

“my bad.” he loosely apologized, but you didn’t reply as his brother kindly helped you up from the ground. he wasn’t even listening to his brother’s scolding, instead scanning his eyes up and down your body.

dressed neatly without a single crinkle on your uniform, not even a hair out of place— you were perfect, too perfect, it made him gag. you looked at him as if he did something to offend you, dusting nonexistent dust of your skirt before walking away with your chin up. all he saw was a bratty, spoiled, little princess. every time he saw you, he scowled.

──────────────you despised miya atsumu. ever since you first met him outside the gates of the school and once more a few hours later when he bumped into you again. being your first day of high school, you were a little anxious of course, but still kept cool as you entered the school grounds. you were happily sipping a drink you bought from the cafe down the street, until some idiot knocked into you from behind— splashing your drink all over your clothes.

ruining your perfectly clean uniform, you snapped your head around to send a nasty glare at the culprit— miya atsumu. he stood in front of you in all his glory, not even noticing your drenched figure before running away.

“i’m sorry ‘samu! i didn’t eat all of it!” his words echoing throughout the area as other students turned to look— and their eyes then turned to you.

clothes ruined, hair ruined, and self confidence, shattered. atsumu didn’t even notice you, but his brother did. osamu quickly brought out a hankerchief, apologizing profusely for his idiotic brother before helping you up and walking you to the girls bathrooms. you were so humiliated, and that’s where your hatred for the cocky, dumbass, jerk, miya atsumu, started. every time you caught a glance of him, you glowered.

──────────────by the time of your second year, you had formed a crush on miya osamu. he was the polar opposite of his jerk brother, he was kind, considerate, and mature— everything atsumu wasn’t. it was a small crush, but still one nonetheless. and despite your ongoing hatred with his twin, you still decided to become a manager for inarizaki’s volleyball team.

it was both a good and terrible experience. you got to spend time with osamu, but the majority of your time was spent by atsumu continuously bothering you. over the years, you hatred stopped boiling— but it was still there. it seemed for atsumu however— he just found amusement by teasing you. it was infuriating being his favorite toy to play with.

atsumu made it very clear. he’s always glued to your side, pulling at your hair, kicking at your chair, purposely standing in your way— and he always smirked when he saw your face turning red (he thought you were blushing) with anger— suna took a photo and edited smoke emitting from your ears, which is what it realistically looked like. it was obvious to everyone but yourself that atsumu miya had a fat crush on you.

osamu didn’t really mind you. you were nice, smart, pretty— but not his type, plus he could tell his brother had a crush on you, and he would never break bro-code even if it was his twin. which is why atsumu and suna had the brilliant idea to lock you both in the storage room until atsumu confessed.

“i’m going to put away the nets.” you announced calmly before walking off, but the annoying voice of atsumu made you stop in your tracks.

“i’m coming too!” he yelled with a grin, and before you could say anything, he pulls you towards the storage room— almost making you trip from his speed.

“atsumu! hey-! what are you doing-?!” you shouted in anger and disbelief as he slammed the door behind you both. when you hear it lock, you hastily run to try and pry it open— but to no avail. “it’s locked!”

it seems you didn’t hear osamu and suna’s giggling outside the door, “yeah, no shit sherlock.” his sarcastic reply sounded, you tried to smack him, bit it was too dark to see anything.

“i’m going to hit you.”

“kinky.”

you did something similar to a growl, “you’re so-so.. argh! infuriating!” while trying to walk around to look for him, you tripped over his leg instead and ended up falling down onto his lap. how cliche.

“falling for me already, huh?” he teasingly whispered, you could practically see his smirk despite the darkness— it only made you angrier. in response, you punched his chest— which did little damage. when you lifted yourself up, your head loudly smacked into the shelves— heavy shelves that fell on top of you both.

“ow.” at this point, you gave up on moving and just accepted your fate. you sat next to him, your bodies closely squished together, you would never admit it but his cologne smelled good, not too strong or too weak. but you pinched yourself for even thinking like that.

“what if you-.” he starts, but already knowing what he’s gonna propose, you harshly interrupt.

“if you ask me to sit on your lap, i will kill you.”

a few minutes of torture later, you reluctantly sit on his lap regardless— facing him, not that you could even see anything but his brown eyes.

“y’know you’re really pretty up close-.”

“shut up.” he could barely even see you, how could he know? you smack some part of his body before placing your hand back down on something cushiony.

a few minutes later he breaks the silence, “not that i’m not enjoying this, but could you please move your hand..and your thigh?” his pleading voice catches you by surprise, just what were you touching? your hand squishes something and your face reddens when you realize, i was touching his ass! flinging your hand away as if it was on fire, you move your thigh next, feeling something hard brush up against it as atsumu moans at the feeling.

your thigh was on his dick. miya fucking atsumu’s dick.

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• ccupidxxo, i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope you liked it. <3

↳ do not copy, steal, plagiarize, take inspo from without consulting, or translate my work.

[geewaysgreendayhoodie]

you seem like the type of person who if you tried to use the handkerchief code you would end up like a subpar amateur birthday party magician pulling out as many hankerchiefs as you could possibly fit on your person (/pos)

I WOULD LOVE TO BE A SUB PAR QUEER BIRTHDAY PARTY ENTERTAINER!!!!!!!

also looking at it... yeah......

[pumpkincryptid]

Can we agree that they did Agent Blank dirty with her looks?

Every agent has a somewhat okay looking suit. Sure Agent ██████ is the only one who's suit is actually, properly fitted and everyone else's looks like the sleeves got sewed on while drunk, but they are at least consistent

And now look at Agent Blank.

Firstestly, her hair is 100% not up to a standard dress code; Agents typically NEVER wear their hair out, they usually tie it back up, and her bangs are a mess. (Agents ██████ and Chill are also on the border of being acceptable.)

Second -and more impotantly- that disaster we can only assume is a suit.

I'm not going to get into the shoulder pads, because again, Agent ██████ seems to be the only one who seems to have a well-fitted suit, and compared to the rest of the agents, Blank's shoulder pads are not that bad.

But her suit is inconsistent as hell, missing several details other agents' suits do not; shirt cuffs don't show, lapels are missing and she doesn't have a hankerchief pocket either.

Now, I could excuse these details, given the fact that many women's suits are designed differetly from men's.

What I can't excuse is this:

HER SUIT IS MISSING AT LEAST 2 BUTTONS!

Agent Blank is a Senior Observer at DOMA, which is a government agency, she should be a role model when it comes to dressing professionally. Instead, she looks like this.

Conclusion:

Agent Blank either has a terrible trailor and barber, or she is sloppy when it comes to her appearance, and must be doing her job hella good to have become a Senior Observer.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Okay so sorry if you've answered this 100 times but what does the hankerchief mean in guard dog?

Lol, you're the first one to ask! So the handkerchief code was used primarily in America, Canada, and Europe in the 1970s in the gay community. People would have different colored and patterned hankies in their pockets (which pocket could also signal if they wanted to top or bottom) to signal what they were looking for in a partner as a subtle code to help them evade harassment or arrest where homosexuality was illegal. The black hanky with white check meant that Tomura was a Safe Sex BDSM Top, presumably looking for a matching bottom!

[just-ray]

Romeo and Juliet, red roses, and doc martens are like the labour dogwhistle equivalents of hankerchief code/pink laces

[pisshandkerchief]

Is there...a story behind your blog name, Mr. P. Hankerchief?

I love getting to explain this to people. yes, it's a reference to Gerard Way wearing a yellow handkerchief (which indicates a piss kink, according to the hanky code) around his ankle in some of the promotional images for Danger Days

[kakushusband]

Actually what's the point of CP9 agents having color coded ties and/or hankerchiefs. Just to look cute?

[kotatko-v-kosicku]

dawntide vn references the hankerchief code which automatically gives it a +1

[lollipencil]

Moon Knight X Pokemon Headcanons

All of these are general but also can apply to my previous crossover fics, Blue Moon and Finally Found.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

Steven's keyring plush is of a Komala.

Kantonian Exeggutor are drawn to the boys due to feeling vaguely like one themselves. If the Midnight Mission occurs in this AU, at least one would make their home there.

Another grass type that is drawn to the system would be Oddish.

Any peat that the boys handles in the suit can allow Ursaring to evolve.

Layla owns a Dodrio for riding. Each head has a colour-coded hankerchief. Their names are MJ, SJ, and JJ.

Jake will, on slow nights, give rides to wild pokemon if they flag him down. They almost always pay him with Moon Stones.

Marc has a phobia of the Frillish line.

If the boys were to encounter a group of Clefairy and/or Clefable during a full moon, they would likely join in with their dancing/playing. If they fall asleep during this, they would wake up curled around a Cleffa egg.

Camping in Kitakami would likely cause the boys to attract the Bloodmoon Ursaluna like after cooking curry in Sword and Shield.

Steven would own a fossil pokemon, either an Archen or a Shieldon.

Trying to meditate in public would result in the boys being surrounded three Zen mode Darmanitan (or a similar psychic type) arranged in a triangle.

Layla's partner pokemon is a Rabsca.

[hatterhare]

More Pauline Backstory stuff because inspiration strikes randomly and hard

Content Warning:

Abuse (general) / Misogyny / Murder (blunt force + beheading) / Death / Adultery

Pauline Margaret Tailor - later Pauline Margaret Dekker after marriage - was born on December 11th, 1942 to her parents Dolly Tailor (Mother) and Joseph Tailor (Father). She had an older brother - Daniel Tailor - and a younger sister - Juliet Tailor - whom she got along with well.

Joseph Tailor was not a kind man and would often enact strict rules on his wife and children - particularly Pauline and Juliet. This led to Pauline having an extremely close relationship with her mother. Her mother, being a seamstress, would teach her daughters how to sew and create things from bits of fabric left over from her projects. Pauline immediately fell in love with the idea of creation and especially all the different colors things could be made from. She heavily associated different colors with different emotions and would color code everything in her life accordingly - including her diary.

As Pauline grew older, her childhood fascination with color and emotion grew more intense. She would spend hours detailing how different colors made people react - in a multitude of contexts. Writing all of her observations down in notebooks she kept under the boxspring of her bed. She wasn't very popular in school due to her bookish nature and she didn't have much interest in dating. She kissed a boy on a dare, but she either didn't notice when people liked her or outright ignored them.

Unfortunately, when she was in her senior year of high school, Pauline's brother got killed in a hunting accident. Their father brought him home wrapped in a quilt their mother had made and he was buried in the backyard. When washing the quilt, Pauline had what seemed to be a mental break at the time as she began to panic and describe in detail exactly what her brother felt in his final moments. She clung to the quilt as she was carted to the hospital, as even though it caused her distress, it was also somehow keeping her close to Daniel. Since then, Pauline has been fixated on the idea of quilts and quilting and began making blankets as a way to ease her mind when she begins to miss her brother or other things upset her.

Eventually, Pauline tried to apply for college, but found it difficult to get in as a woman in her time. She eventually brought all of her research on psychology and color to the Dean's office - who promptly laughed in her face. Saying, quote, "Doll, with a pretty face like yours, you shouldn't be writing about this sciencey stuff. Why don't you go home and worry about what's for dinner instead, hm?" Pauline left in a hurry, bursting into tears behind the head office. There she met George Dekker, a clean dressed man who offered her a hankerchief and asked her what the trouble was. The two immediately hit it off, despite some of George's odd behaviors. Eventually after a lengthy courting process, the two of them got married and moved to Gotham City.

George claimed the move was for work when Pauline questioned him why they were so close to so much crime. She felt uneasy, but accepted it as an answer. For a while she and George were happy, she was a homebody who was happy to be so and George brought home enough money to be comfortable and spoil his wife. But, as the years went by, George grew increasingly distant. He became cold to his wife, working extremely long hours at work only to come home in such a bad sorts that he barely acknowledged Pauline outside of barking at her to fetch his dinner. The money too was starting to inexplicably drain from their funds.

In such stressful circumstances, Pauline took up her old hobby of sewing quilts and soon the living room became a mess of random scraps of fabric and various pins stuck in the furniture. One day, George accidentally pricked himself on one of Pauline's thick needles. He used her current project to stop the bleeding. Proceeding to berate his wife, screaming at her and throwing her sewing supplies at her and into the walls. Eventually slamming the door as he left in his anger. Pauline cried as she picked up her supplies, eventually picking up the quilt her husband had bled all over. She was struck with the same kind of vision she had when she was cleaning her brother's quilt. A vivid play by play of George's memories. This time she stood strong as she watched the apparition of her husband - who had been secretely leading an underground mob and sleeping around with various women in the city.

Pauline became so blinded by rage that when her husband finally came home from work - she bashed his head in with a cast iron skillet. Proceeding to cut off his head and carrying it in her tote bag to where she saw the mob hanging out. She plopped it in front of the members, using it as intimidation to get them to follow her orders - which after some apprehension they eventually did. With the help of the gang, she avoided time in jail. Going to her husband's funeral stone faced under a black veil - it would be the only time wearing no color was enjoyable to her.

She continued to lead the mob for 40 more years. Using her men to do what she always dreamed of doing and amassing wealth and a reputation along the way. She learned to be a sharp shooter, getting scarily accurate with a pistol. She also found creative ways to use her memory seeing ability to dig up dirt on her enemies in a way few would detect. She also discovered that she could pull pieces of soul onto her needle if she pulled it all the way through someones skin - and she could trap them within her blankets if she used it to quilt with.

During her 40s, she met and fell in love with a lounge singer named Pearl Darling. The two had a secret affair. Pauline used her men to keep it private, silencing anyone who dared to try and out her. The two remained happily together until Pearl passed at the age of 68. Some of her soul now resides in a small felt doll Pauline keeps on her nightstand.

As Pauline has gotten older, her vision has started to decrease, meaning she can no longer see colors as vibrantly as before. She has become obsessed with the idea of becoming younger, kidnapping random citizens to steal souls as she researches the key to immortality.

[loppytaffy]

I love Dean's random hankerchief that is there for no reason. And also hankerchief code.

DESTIEL IN EVERY EPISODE → 8x08 hunteri heroici

didn't hear the strength within your words and what they mean you were watchin' over me

[naru-nagi-hoard]

There should be a radqueer version of hankerchief code,

[drenandtarb2]

What was the queee subtext of Eddie? I honestly never quite saw it

the main proof was the black hankerchief in his back pocket which was a code that gay men historically used to tell eachother what their kinks were without having to communicate it and get outed.

There’s little things like the way he gets paired with robin, how he is called a freak the same way will is, or just the way he seems really comfortable around male characters, he knew how to tease steve of course.

There was definitely a lot more to it but I have memory issues when I’m sleepy, and it’s harder to find with a quick search than it was as soon as season 4 came out. I stopped caring to look for the hints after flight of icarus came out too.