#pagony

[sortmundsklep]

Pagony dla brygadiera PSP

Czym są pagony do koszuli i po co się je nosi? Dodatki te w jasny i przejrzysty sposób komunikują stopień, jaki zajmuje dany strażak w przypadku Państwowej Straży Pożarnej. Nadruk jest stworzony w niezwykle precyzyjny sposób i cechuje się wysoką jakością oraz trwałością. Pagony typu PSP starszy brygadier pagony do koszuli pomagają w prawidłowym rozróżnianiu rangi. Należy pamiętać, żeby umieszczać je na ramionach. Pozwalają więc na szybkie i prawidłowe rozpoznanie rangi danego funkcjonariusza, a nosi się na koszuli. 

pagony do koszuli PSP starszy brygadier

Do stworzenia tych elementów wykorzystano nowoczesną metodę haftu komputerowego, który gwarantuje trwałość i precyzję nadruku, a w procesie wykorzystaliśmy stylową złotą nić. Klienci mogą wybierać m.in. spośród takich stopni jak starszy strażak, sekcyjny, młodszy i starszy ogniomistrz, kapitan itd. Niekiedy te produkty da się modyfikować. PSP starszy brygadier pagony do koszuli spełniają wszystkie wymogi narzucone w kodeksie munduru Państwowej Straży Pożarnej. Warto bliżej przyjrzeć się ofercie i zamówić pagon o stopniu, który nas interesuje.

[beautifully-execut3d]

@vanjajanko-pagonis | Setting: a random dark alley | Local Time: 03:55

Darkness, as it always has been, is Seine's best friend. Her greatest fiend, in that sense, are people like Vanja - people that thrive in the dark just like she does. So she doesn't approach, doesn't speak - but doesn't try to hide, either, no. When she figures it's time to reveal herself (though she's sure they've already caught on anyway), Seine draws one of her cheaper knives and throws, hard. It's not aimed to actually hit them (or is it), but close enough for him to hear.

"Walking all alone at night?", Seine asks, "If it weren't for your annoying roommate, I would have waited on your couch."

[sebastiansideris]

Location: The Cloisters Who: @vanjajanko-pagonis @lifexsaved

The moment he'd caught sight of the doctor, Sebastian had tapped Vanja's over his chest before pointing at her subtly. Explaining that she'd been the one helping someone; the hot doctor, they'd called her. And now, she was just proving his point. Smart and attractive people could be such a turn on sometimes. That number on her though... had they been at a club, he would've hit on her a lot strongly than what he was about to do. He didn't have to drag Vanja cause they were happy to follow to meet the infamous doctor.

"Hello Doctor Lockwood. You're quite the sight." He complimented. "Cheers!"

"My good friend," the best really, "Vanja. I spoke to them about you and how we met. Mind if we keep you company?"

[designedonchaos]

( @vanjajanko-pagonis )

It’s so warm out, a perfect day to walk Zachary out in the park. But hot enough to take a breather… especially with his old cocker spaniel, who seems to need a break every few minutes. 

“Mate, I think you may be exaggerating.” Mars points out to the dog on the fourth stop, this time to smell Vanja at the bench they're sitting on. “He’s been trying to get out of using his paws all day. Think he’s found his scapegoat.” He chuckles, eyeing the fellow Brotherhood member with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

[morenocaleb]

Location: Caleb's apartment, Queens Time: 1-3am Who: @vanjajanko-pagonis

"Cariño. Come in, come in." Caleb avoided dealing with both enforcers at the same time, because on their own they were fine, but together sometimes he wanted to spank them both (and not necessarily in a good way). Usually, as someone who'd enjoyed being an enforcer, Caleb liked to deal with things himself, but right now, he didn't have time. It was a bit of an annoyance, but something the duo could deal with without causing too much trouble.

"What do you want to drink, Vanja? We can relax before I play teacher and give you homework for you and Sebastian." He said after letting the enforcer in before walking toward the stairs leading to the bar in the mezzanine.

[tasianicolebooks1984]

Pidgeon Pagonis discovered they were intersex after years of secrets and lies. : NPR

Pidgeon Pagonis NPR Interview.

[incognosis]

@ragingtdes: to be rid of the god who possesses his body for but a few days had become a reprieve, and yet, it doesn't feel it. a month now it had been, childe's hotel room littered with ancient text of both human and adepti origin to find some sliver of hope. he needed to be extracted from, the dying god was a cesspool of rage and sorrow, trapped in a body already too crowded to function right. osial's rage on top of childe's misery meant that he only rose from his bed, cleaned and presented himself when zhongli came to visit, and even then keeping up his cheerful facades would be momentary at best. the whisper of osial's will and his memories available for childe's perusing in times such as these were tempting, a break from the monotony of pages and pages of research. ' maybe it would have made me go insane too - ' childe looked up from his position on the settee, dark blue eyes framed with the growing scales brought on by possession. there was something intense there, born of longing, hints of anger, something dispaired, and heartbroken. childe held the former archon's gaze, longer than he had all these weeks. the rain beat down against the windows outside, and childe looked away, gills fluttering weakly. ' - to be loved by you. ' i might have turned out like him, like osial. ' good thing you don't, huh ? '

in   all   his   eons   of   existence,   morax   had   encountered   numerous   a   painful   situation   -   conundrums   that   would   drive   a   mortal   man   mad   with   their   dilemmas.   and   all   that   time,   his   decisions   had   been   swift   and   impartial   -   judgments   called   upon   in   the   name   of   contracts   and   the   lord   of   geo's   own   stalwart   divinity.   the   last   contract   to,   had   come   at   a   price   of   conundrum   -   the   relinquishing   of   his   gnosis   to   the   tsarista   right   beneath   the   nose   of   man   his   stone   heart   had   hewn   a   crack   of   gold   for.   zhongli   had   told   himself,   when   he   saw   that   look   on   childe's   haggard   face   as   he   passed   his   key   to   the   heavens   to   signora's   hands,   he   had   told   himself   that   this   was   the   last   one.   this   was   the   last   time   he'd   let   godhood   get   in   the   way   of   what   guizhong   had   described   as   'feelings.'   

it   was   supposed   to   be   over   then.   childe   was   to   be   free   of   the   shackles   of   an   ex   archon's   attention   and   all   the   mess   that   came   with   it.   he   would   return   to   snezhnaya   and   in   the   wake   of   osial's   attack,   zhongli's   life   in   liyue   would   turn   to   normalcy.   he   should've   known   better,   of   course.   old   gods   were   vengeful   creatures;   zhongli   would   know.   he   technically   was   one.

it'd   been   raining   for   days   and   days,   liyue's   mountain   springs   and   lakes   swelling   with   burgeoned   sky   water   and   the   silkflowers   wilting   under   the   endless   onslaught.   the   only   reprieve   was   the   younger's   rare   bouts   of   good   moods,   and   even   then   zhongli   felt   the   sunshine   was   too   brief,   and   missed   the   ability   to   control   that   too,   at   his   whim.   still   -   this   was   not   about   him.   he'd   learned   that   rather   quickly.   learned   that   when   the   body   of   the   harbinger   that   had   begun   to   tug   at   his   affections   had   been   so   conveniently   hijacked   by   a   vengeful   ex-lover,   and   put   zhongli   right   back   in   one   of   his   never   ending   conundrums.   from   that   moment   on,   he'd   been   looking   like   a   man   possessed,   even   going   so   far   as   to   enlist   the   assistance   of   many   of   his   adepti   to   hunt   down   the   secrets   of   this   world.   osial   had   taken   up   residence   in   something   the   lord   of   geo   could   not   help   but   feel   was   his   -   and   thusly,   another   war   was   on.   

but   there   was   no   battle   today.   not   as   that   rain   poured   and   he   sat   across   from   childe   in   the   dim   hotel   room.   texts   are   scattered   about   them,   unorganized   yet   carefully   maintained.   zhongli   sits   on   the   floor,   clawed   fingertips   (his   gloves   and   jacket   are   gone,   sleeves   rolled   up,   ready   to   fight   at   a   moment's   notice   if   needed)   running   along   the   frayed   parchment   of   a   scroll   older   the   entirety   of   childe's   blood   line.   words   catch   his   attention,   and   cor   lapis   hues   -   fringed   in   impossibly   dark   eyelashes   and   blood   red   tattoos   -   raise   to   meet   abyssal   depths   on   reflex.   not   for   the   first   time   -   the   look   in   those   eyes   frightens   him,   so   different   from   what   he   knows,   and   as   they've   been   slowly   plumed   by   familiar   scales...   there's   an   ancient   tug   at   his   heart,   memories   of   a   bygone   era   of   times   spent   with   another   voracious   lover.   the   old   and   the   new,   fracturing   a   stone   heart   into   tiny   little   pieces...   osial   had   picked   his   host   well.   too   well.   

the   words   -   they   hurt.   they   hurt   more   than   any   battle   wound,   more   than   any   loss   or   despair.   the   line   of   gold   that   had   hewn   across   his   stone   heart   cracks   in   a   way   he   can   swear   is   audible.   for   once,   unreadable   features   -   they   flinch,   and   he   feels   the   breath   leaves   him   in   one   unending   whoosh,   punched   out   of   his   lungs   like   a   fist   to   his   gut.   zhongli   stares   up   at   the   harbinger   -   his   future,   his   past   -   with   eyes   so   akin   to   being   fractured,   it   feels   as   if   another   chasm   has   begun   to   yawn   between   them.

no,   no,   no,   no,   no-

his   on   his   feet   in   an   instant,   standing   faster   than   the   eye   can   perceive.   he's   before   the   settee   now,   bending   towards   childe's   person   -   so   close   to   the   end   of   his   pony   tail   droops   between   them,   and   drags   across   the   harbinger's   chest   like   the   tail   of   some   great   beast.   "   do   not   listen   to   him.   "   he   murmurs,   soothing   baritone   lit   with   the   commanding   presence   of   a   deity   used   to   being   listened   to.   he   shoves   it   all   away   -   or   tries   to   -   the   flood   of   guilt,   of   memories   of   where   he   had   wronged   the   god   of   the   vortex   and   childe   too.   he   replaces   it   instead   with   a   firm   grasp   to   childe's   chin,   clawed   grip   gentle   and   veins   of   geo   pulsating   in   delight   at   the   contact   of   flesh   -   despite   the   circumstances.  

"   look   at   me,   childe.   "   he   breathes   out,   the   strange   pupils   of   his   eyes   slitting   further.   propriety,   possessive,   pained.   "   look.   "   is   this   the   face   of   a   man   -   a   god   -   who   cares   for   you   naught?   "   focus   on   me,   and   breathe.   "   to   be   a   mortal   loved   by   a   god   is   to   already   have   courted   insanity   and   chosen   it's   affections;   to   die   a   thousand   little   deaths   over   and   over   again   in   the   wake   of   possession   so   deep   and   bone-chilling,   ancient   scriptures   could   not   divine   the   sensation.   to   be   a   mortal   loved   by   morax   -   it   is   akin   to   courting   the   sun,   and   allowing   oneself   to   be   consumed   to   ashes.

  yet   this   time   -   zhongli   finds   -   perhaps   it   is   them   both   that   shall   go   up   in   divine   flame.   

[pridaxus-worldbuilding]

The last ruling family of the Pagonis family of Amphinis, the longest reigning dynasty for Amphinis. At the head of it was Lady Noelani. She lived to be 120 years old and saw Amphinis at its peak of stability as well as law and order. Ianthe, Gimoaldo, Sebastien, and Oria were her spouses. Despite Amphinis’ positive feelings towards polyamory, Noelani notoriously didn’t take multiple lovers at once. The Pagonis family stayed relevant even after Ilias’ loss of the election due to the political connections that Noelani successfully made.

Ianthe was her first wife, and the person she views as the love of her life. They were together when Noelani’s grandmother was still in charge and she did not like Ianthe for her siren heritage. To get her favorite granddaughter away from her “Vice” Ianthe was sent away to do trials for Noelani’s grandmother, ultimately dying one one of these voyages, to the heartbreak and dismay of Noelani

Immediately after she was forced to be with Gimoaldo and the pair despised each other. They had one child together Ilias before immediately separating socially. They occasionally attended events together for the next 10 years until Noelani became the Elector. Although he tried to revive their relationship, she refused and found a new partner shortly after

Partner number 3 was Sebastien whom she shared the best years of her life with together they raised Ilias and their 5 other children Naia, Venilia, Bo, Marea, and Merrick. Although they weren’t in live they enjoyed a loving relationship and Noelani was inevitably distraught when he died.

She refused all relationships for the next 10 years until Oria, Oria had been a close friend of Sebastien and Noelani for years but became a caretaker for her in her later years. The two developed a more platonic with romantic elements relationship until Noelani’s death around 40 years later

[gayingawaythepray]

[elizabeaufort]

[ PLAY ] for one muse to play with / brush / braid the other’s hair (Vanja)

⏤ She is the one who normally likes to play with people's hair if they let her. Rarely, does somebody touch her hair. Truthfully, she did not remember the last time somebody touched her hair and probably was Vanja once in the club when they were, both of them under substances that night. She was just hanging with them when they touched her hair one more time and she allowed them. She knew they were a hairstylist, and did wonders with hair. Upon their suggestion of wanting to do a braid with her long, silky blonde locks, she turned her back to Vanja, sitting and smiling. ❛ Okay, do it. Can I braid your hair too, after done with mine? It won't look as professional as yours.❜

@vanjajanko-pagonis

[mmargiris]

Oak. Holy Oak. Lithuanian

[sebastiansideris]

Location: The Cloisters Who: @vanjajanko-pagonis @theyperform

This was like an awful version of Coachella and instead of music, it was a lot of yapping around them. He felt like a guard dog more than ever right now. But he could just gossip and badmouth people with Vanja at their side. "This is a terribly boring. We need to find something to hit after this. I'm aching to kill something right now." He said in Greek. He wasn't talking loud enough for people to eavesdrop but still wanted to keep this private.

Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of one of their bosses. "Well fuck me!" He said as soon as he saw who was on the arm of said boss. "Would you look at that baby?!"

~ Time jump

Took some time for them to be together and finding Harley alone, but there was no way in hell Sebastian was going to not say hello. He kissed the dancer on the cheek. "Hello αστεράκι μου! Look at you coming here with beautiful man on your arm."

[morenocaleb]

Soundtrack + Vanja

“Soundtrack”; for a song that reminds me of the relationship between receiver & sender.

Marry the night ~ Adam Lambert cover

Feels like it represents them as individual over their struggles as children and how they're standing tall and proud now. But also feels more like a literal soldier happily going to war for someone. @vanjajanko-pagonis

Random words meme!

《 DAMIEN 》《 JEONG-IN 》《 SUHO 》 《 CALEB 》《 SEBASTIAN 》《 GAEL 》

[intersex-support]

hello! i newly figured out i am intersex, however i haven't been able to find much content talking about intersex experience, history or community, when i first realized i was queer originally i found a lot of content like that and found it helpful, and i was wondering if there's any recommendations you might be willing to give about any content on being intersex or intersex creators who you think people should know about!

Hey!

This ask honestly made me really happy, because when I was searching for people and resources to share with you, I realized how much stuff has been created in the past 5 years. When I was diagnosed as intersex, I felt like there was so much less stuff than there even is now, so it makes me really happy to know there is more stuff, even if it's still hard to find.

Some of the things I've put on this list are outdated or might include perspectives that I don't completely love, but might include important historical context. It is also a very US centric and English language centric resource, although I have linked to organizations in other countries and would love if people added on recommendations to intersex resources in a variety of languages. As always, take what resonates with you and leave behind the rest!

Books:

Cripping Intersex by Celeste E Orr

Bodies in Doubt: An American History of Intersex by Elizabeth Reis

XOXY: A Memoir by Kimberly Zieselman

Intersex (For Lack of a Better Word) by Thea Hillman

In September, Alicia Weigel is releasing her memoir Inverse Cowgirl.

In August, Pidgeon Pagonis is releasing their memoir, Nobody Needs to Know.

Fiction books:

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

Intersex #ownvoices books, collated by Bogi Takács

Films:

Every Body directed by Julie Cohen is in theaters right now, and will eventually be on streaming services.

Ponyboi directed by River Gallo

Intersexion directed by Grant Lahood

Articles + misc:

Hermaphrodites with Attitude newsletter-content note for h slur and some other outdated language. Very important history though <3

Jazz Legend Little Jimmy Scott Is a Cornerstone of Black Intersex History by Sean Saifa Wall

What it's like to be a Black intersex woman by Tatenda Ngwaru

9 Young People on How They Found Out They Are Intersex by Hans Lindhal

Teen Vogue's series of intersex interviews

After years of protest, a top hospital ended intersex surgeries. For activists, it took a deep toll by Kate Sosin

Intersex Awareness Day: A Demonstration that Inspired a Movement

Normalizing intersex: Narrative Inquiry in Bioethics

Music-Ana Roxanne

Youth&I-intersex youth zine

Juliana Huxtable-Visual Art

Youtube channels:

Emilord-videos about AIS and surgery.

Jubilee Intersex video

Hans Lindhal-videos on a wide variety of intersex topics.

What's It Like To Be Intersex? | Minutes With | UNILAD

What It's Like To Be Intersex As/Is

Pass the Mic: Intercepting Injustice with Sean Saifa Wall

Intersex Organizations:

Link to org list

People/orgs to follow:

Sean Saifa Wall

Alicia Weigel

River Gallo

Hans Lindhal

Fàájì/funk

Jahni

Justin Tsang

Intersex Awareness (fabulous direct action organizing in the US-keep an eye out cause we're gonna do more this year!)

Liat Feller

Jubilee

Crystal Hendricks

Mari Wrobi

Intersex people, please feel free to add on more resources, art, writing, and people that you like!!