So I don’t know about you, but I’m often frustrated by the ridiculous smallness of girls’ pockets. At a bare minimum, I need to be able to shove my cellphone in there - come on, pants companies! So what I started doing was making myself pocket extenders. I’ve done this several times, for pants and shorts. It’s great.
I just got this pair of jeans, so I thought I’d show you how to do it. I kind of feel like it just hasn’t occurred to some of you that this is an option, so maybe now it will. All you need is your pants, some fabric (I just took a random piece from a scrap bin), a needle, and some thread (thread doesn’t even need to match the fabric since literally no one will see it).
See? Ridiculous. Like, half a cellphone, or only 2.5″. Useless.
So turn those inside out to expose the pockets.
Figure out how big you want your pockets to actually be. I kinda go by whatever looks like might be right. I didn’t really measure them. Fold the fabric in half, so you have a pocket, and then fold it in half again so you can have two equal ones.
Try to get the edges to line up enough, pin it in place, then sew up the sides! Are your stitches crazy uneven and wonky looking? Doesn’t matter; nobody’s going to see it. These are in the inside of your pants. The only thing that matters is that it holds up. So I double-did the corners, since those tend to get the most stress.
Cut open the bottom of the existing pockets.
Pin it in place, then sew around, joining the new pocket to the old pocket. I did this by keeping my hand on the inside, so I wouldn’t accidentally sew through the other side. Again, I reinforced the corners, and didn’t worry about what it actually looks like. Then I turned it in side out to make sure the inside was all joined properly.
Yay all done! And the pockets are so much bigger now!
Whaaaat I can fit my entire phone and entire hand and probably something else now, are girls’ pockets even allowed to do that?! Heck yeah they are.
Written for the amazing Anxious_logic (AO3) / @anxious-logic for the Sanders Sides Halloween Gift Exchange.
Beta read by z_the_zebra (AO3) / @z-the-zebra Thank you, Z!
Rated G - WC: 3549 - [ AO3 ]
"Approximately 28.4% of the population has some level of shapeshifting ability. Partial transformations are most common, and most have complete control over their shifts between states."
Logan addressed the proctor at his capstone presentation, "Next slide please."
"A significantly smaller portion of the population have full transformation abilities. Social stigma makes it difficult to garner reliable statistics for this marginalized population. However, current best evidence indicates only one out of every forty-two shapeshifters, or roughly 0.67% of the overall population can adopt the full form of another creature."
He paused, and only his friends in the front row could see him tap a breathing pattern against his thigh. "Next slide, please."
Logan adjusted his glasses, frowning at the screen. "Of these, involuntary transformation is most common, typically triggered as a fear response. With age, experience, and an extraordinary level of dedicated training, many of these"—he cleared his throat—"unfortunate individuals are able to develop the skills necessary to control their transformations, similar to how some individuals are able to consciously control parasympathetic functions, e.g. heart rate or blood pressure."
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After the final question had been answered, the last comment added to his post-mortem notes, and the heavy pneumatic doors in the back of the auditorium finally hissed closed, Logan gathered his laptop and his notes and joined his friends at the foot of the stage.
“Logan!” Patton cooed, barrelling into him and nearly knocking him to the floor in a breath-defying bear hug. “You were amazing, Lo!”
“That may be a bit hyperbolic, but thank you, Pat.” Logan adjusted his glasses and looked down at his feet. “I—I anticipate losing some points for presentation due to my nervousness.”
“Nah, L,” Virgil shook his head. “You looked great up—” His eyes widened as his voice suddenly failed. He cleared his throat, raking a hand through his hair, “For—for the presentation… very professional. My psych professor should take notes.”
Logan's smile returned as he glanced up at Virgil before resuming his examination of the worn floorboards of the stage. Remus draped an arm around his shoulders, jostling him closer to Virgil. “So now that this is over can we finally talk about Halloween?”
Logan stared down at the stage, the tips of his ears a bright pink. He nodded, “Yes, Remus, you have been more than patient with me and my need to focus on—”
Remus cheered and high-fived his brother, “Yes! Okay, so you’re all coming to our Haunted House, right? Here, I’ll send you a map.” The rest of their friend group exploded in sound, with Patton and Roman jumping off the stage to retrieve their phones to show each other the ideas they’d pinned, and Lucas and Janus lightly bickering over whose car they should use to pick up a keg.
Logan and Virgil exchanged a wordless look. Remus lowered his phone and raised an eyebrow at the pair. “It’s not going to be too scary.” He raised his right hand, “On my honor as a sex fiend, we won’t have too many jump scares.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, “Just the right amount…”
"It’s going to be a real, authentic haunted house experience," Roman intoned, waving his hands before him.
"With snacks," Patton added with a little giggle as he poked him gently in the ribs. "Don't worry, we promise it won't be too scary, Virge."
Virgil just lowered his head, hands in his pockets.
"We will all appreciate that, Patton. Thank you." Logan interjected, a careful eye trained on the anxious young man. Virgil briefly met his gaze, nodding a quick thanks. Logan returned his smile and looked away before the others caught the flush growing across his cheeks.
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The rest of the week flew by and suddenly it was All Hallows’ Eve. A few hours after the sun had set, the pair was on the road, toasty and warm in Virgil’s all-wheel drive car. He drove while Logan navigated. Once they were on the main stretch of highway on their route, they fell into an easy silence. They’d been driving for nearly an hour when Virgil finally said, “Thanks for agreeing to go together, Lo. I wouldn’t’ve wanted to go without you.”
Lost in thought, Virgil’s words startled Logan and his sudden intake of air caused him to briefly choke. Virgil glanced at him as he drove, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Are—are you okay, man?” he asked, his voice about an octave too high. “Do you need me to pull over?”
Waving him off, Logan cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “I’m fine, I’m fine, I'm sorry to distract you.”
Virgil reached across and blindly squeezed Logan’s shoulder. His face flushed in the darkness of the car. “It’s okay, you didn’t distract me. I was just worried about you. I didn’t mean to surprise you.” Virgil brought his hand back to the wheel. “I really appreciate you waiting for me to get off work before heading out to the party. I’m sure Remus probably wanted your help setting up.”
“Um, no, actually, he said he wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Oh… that’s weird.”
Virgil started to chew at his lip and Logan quietly whispered, “Lip.”
He smirked and released his teeth’s grip before he actually drew blood. “Thanks.”
“Weird how?” Logan asked.
He rubbed at the back of his neck, “Well, I think everybody else helped decorate… I dunno… I’m kinda getting the feeling we’re being set up—” He winced and rushed to add, “Not like on a date, I mean, you know…”
“Right. Right, right,” Logan quickly agreed, “Yes, of course, not a date.”
Virgil nodded, thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “Right. Not a date.”
They drove in relative silence for the final half hour of their trip, the highway narrowing to only one lane in either direction until Logan’s map told them to exit onto a winding mountain road. After several more minutes of driving, Logan’s phone dinged and they turned onto a poorly-lit private street which they followed to the end.
The car slowly rolled to a stop at the end of a long, gravel-paved driveway. Before they got out, Virgil tugged at Logan’s arm, “Wait,” he said, reaching for Logan’s face with his other hand. Logan’s eyes widened as he held his breath. “Your makeup smudged.” He grinned. “You’re not used to wearing makeup, are you?”
“Ah, no, and—and certainly not full-face vampire make-up,” he swallowed dryly as Virgil pulled a compact from his trouser pocket and dusted more powder on his face. He took out a blood red lip pencil and leaned in closer.
“Is this okay?” Virgil asked. Logan nodded quickly. Virgil’s hand trembled slightly as he held his chin and re-lined Logan’s mouth. When he’d finished, he leaned back and examined his work.
He stared at Logan for several moments before Logan finally stammered, “D—does it look bad?”
Virgil shook his head. “No!” he near-shouted in the small space. He took a breath and smiled, “No,” he said in a lower voice. “No, you make a good vampire. Um…” he shoved the compact back in his pocket and, after quickly touching up his own mouth, put the liner back into the make-up bag in the console. “Um, we should go….”
“Right. Yes. Yes, we should,” Logan fumbled with the door lock and slipped out into the cold foggy air. They stood in quiet awe, staring out at the house before them.
Remus and Roman had gotten permission from their uncles to use their house for the party. It was a large house, three stories tall, with a deep wraparound porch and big, empty windows breaking up the chipped wooden plank siding. A small wooden swing sat in front of what, at one time, must have been a flower garden near the edge of the property. Virgil nudged the swing as they passed and they both laughed breathlessly at the spooky whine it made as it moved.
The only visible light was from the thin crescent moon peeking through a patch of clouds and a few dim lamps that cast an eerie green glow out of the upper windows. The pair was hushed as they walked together up the narrow footpath toward the house, their steps cutting through the low fog, causing it to swirl up and around them in their wake.
They stood side by side on the dark, creaky front porch. A whistling wind suddenly whipped their long, black velvet cloaks against their legs and they huddled closer together. Virgil leaned on the doorbell. The trilling melody echoing through the mostly empty house was audible from the outside. But there was no response. "Are we at the wrong place?"
Logan shook his head, staring down at his phone screen. "These are the coordinates Remus sent us." He sighed and put his phone away before Virgil could see what else Remus had included in his suggestive emoji-studded message. "Perhaps we should try one more time?" He adjusted his glasses and drew his cloak a little tighter around himself with a shiver.
Blowing out a quick puff of air, Virgil rang the bell one more time and as his finger lifted from the little button, the door creaked open, seemingly of its own volition. Virgil's eyes widened, unable to look away from the gloomy hallway that stretched out before them. "I'm really glad you're here, L."
Nodding briefly, Logan hummed. "Mm-hm. Me, too, Virge." He took a deep breath and stepped forward into the house. They had just cleared the threshold when a gust of wind seemed to slam the door shut behind them. Logan and Virgil both jumped, turning back-to-back, hands up and eyes scanning the darkness for threats. They both huffed out little laughs when they saw the hallway was empty.
“I’m gonna kill Remus,” Virgil muttered once he’d caught his breath.
Logan laughed shakily, “Only if you get to him first. And I know where he sleeps.”
Virgil cackled, “When he’s not at Janus’ dorm, you mean.”
Taking care not to touch his makeup as he pushed his eyeglasses back into place, Logan grinned. “We’d still know where he was.” He looked around the darkened hallway. “Which way do you suppose we should go?”
“Let’s get this over with.” He gulped audibly. “Basement?”
Logan tapped against his thigh but nodded. “Basement,” he agreed.
They’d only made it half-way down the rickety wooden stairs when a figure leapt out in front of them, first growling, then tripping over its gauzy sheet. The figure stood in front of them, raising its arms over its head, causing the sheet to lift, revealing khaki pants and light blue sneakers, the laces adorned with pawprints.
Patton quickly tugged the sheet off his head, smiling at the pair. His face had been painted with ghastly shades of grey and green, with black stippling marks around the edges of his eyes and mouth and down his neck. “Don’t worry, Kiddos! It’s just me under all this makeup!”
Roman stood up from his hiding place behind a billiards table, similarly dressed and done up. “Patton!” His voice came out in a bit of a whine. “You'll give it all away. You have to stay in character.”
“Hey there, Princey…” Virgil drawled. “Want us to try it again?”
He huffed, arms crossed in front of his chest and lower lip protruding. “It won’t be the same.”
Sheet draped over his shoulders and dragging behind him like a train, Patton skipped down the stairs and hugged Roman, standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “C’mon. It’ll be fun…”
“Maybe.” He narrowed his eyes at Virgil and Logan. “Maybe we’ll just have to get you on the way out…”
Patton giggled and dropped his sheet back down over himself and waved his hands, calling out in his best spooky voice, “You’ll just have to keep goooooooing…”
Virgil and Logan chuckled, their voices slowly petering out as they moved down a narrow corridor into another section of the basement. Logan ran his hand along the wallpaper-covered surface next to him, feeling around for a light switch. Finally, his fingers brushed against the comforting curved bevel of a switch cover. He felt around for the switch but could only feel several layers of duct tape. Pulling out his phone, he turned on the flashlight, illuminating a hand-lettered sign that simply said, ‘No, Logan!’
Sighing, Logan turned off the flashlight on his phone and, noting its battery level, put it into a low-power mode. He shrugged at Virgil. “It was a good idea, L,” he said quietly, leaning a little closer as they passed a large—hopefully—fake spider web.
If it had been properly lit, the finished basement was likely a homey place. The wallpaper had shone a bright, buttery cream color in the brief illumination of Logan’s flashlight, and the floors were plushly carpeted. There were several heating ducts at regular intervals in the floor, leading them both to believe the Terror Twins had simply turned off the furnace to give the house its foreboding chill.
They worked together to check each door that they passed. Virgil would try the doorknob, and if it turned, Logan would standby with his flashlight for a quick peek inside. Most led to empty or nearly-empty rooms. One opened into a cozy sewing room, and another had walls lined in soundproofing blocks. Virgil looked around at the equipment in the room. “I think this is where their uncle records his livestreams.”
They quietly shut the door and continued to the end of the hall. The last door wouldn’t open and Virgil and Logan turned to each other, laughing quietly. “Wouldn’t it be just like Re to scare us about being scared?”
“Regrettably, yes.” Logan adjusted his glasses and barely avoided licking away the liner on his lips. Virgil stepped a little closer.
“I’m… I’m kinda glad he drug us out here, though. It’s, um…” Virgil cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. “It’s um… been really nice hanging out, y—you know…” he stared at his shoes. “You know, justthetwoofus …” his words came out in a jumble.
Logan stared at Virgil, nodding slightly. “I—I was thinking something similar. In fact I was…ah…” Logan’s breath caught in his throat and he started frantically tapping out a breathing pattern against his leg. “I–I wanted to ask you—”
Accompanied by a distorted roar, the door behind them yanked open with enough force to shake the wall. Virgil froze, eyes wide at the howling disembodied face floating before them. Dripping, glowing goop cascaded down its features. Virgil reached for Logan’s hand, but instead of warm skin, all he grasped was air. He looked around in a panic. “L? L! Where’d you go?”
The monstrous face disappeared as Remus ripped off his mask and turned on the light in the room where he’d been hiding. The bright light poured into the hallway, clearly illuminating the black bodysuit Remus was wearing to better hide in the dark. “Lo?” he called loudly before looking down at the pile of clothes in a heap on the floor. “Oh, shit, Lo. I’m sorry…”
Virgil followed Remus’ gaze and screamed, “What!? What happened to him, where’d he go?”
Remus smiled and crouched in front of the pile of clothes, tugging Virgil down with him. “Logan didn’t go anywhere…” He fished through the long black cloak and pushed aside Logan’s trousers, feeling around, until his smile grew and he pulled out a small, black cat with bright blue eyes. “Logan’s right here.”
Mouth gaping open, Virgil finally choked out, “Logan can shapeshift?”
Nodding, Remus spoke softly to the cat. “I'm so sorry, Lo. I didn't mean to really scare you.” He gently scratched behind the cat’s ears and he started to purr. “I just wanted to give you an excuse to hold the emo's hand." The purring stopped.
"Wha—Why... why would—why—” Virgil stared at the cat with wide eyes. “Why would he want to do that?" The cat squirmed in Remus’ arms.
"Oh, skip to the song already, it's getting boring.” Remus adjusted his grip around the cat, fighting to keep a hold on him without either of them getting hurt. The little cat's claws flexed in and out. Remus rolled his eyes at Virgil. “I know you like him.” He raised the cat in his hands. “And, newsflash, the little furtive feline here likes you, too."
"What? No, he doesn't. He—" Virgil peered closely at the cat’s big blue eyes. “He just—we’re just—”
The cat hissed at Remus and ran off. "For someone who doesn't like you, he seems awfully angry that I let slip his secret. Well, his other secret."
Virgil began to gather Logan’s clothes and his costume, careful to not let his phone and wallet fall out of his trouser pockets. "So… you knew about all this, too?" He gestured at the clothes Logan had shed when he'd shrunk into the tiny black cat now skittering around somewhere in the haunted house.
"Yeah." Remus shoved his hands in his pockets. "I don't think he meant for me to find out, but… there's only so long he could hide something like that from his roommate."
Virgil gnawed on his lip, hugging Logan's clothes against his chest to keep them clear of the goo dripping from Remus' costume. "I should go find him. If he shifts back alone… uh, he'd gonna be—"
"Buck-naked!" Remus waggled his eyebrows. "You know, maybe you should wait a bit…"
"Remus! Don't even start—"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He shooed Virgil in the direction they'd see the cat run toward. "Go find your favorite keen kitten and bring him his clothes."
"'Keen kitten?' How many of those you got, man?"
"Hundreds." Remus shimmied his shoulders, the movement splattering glops of goo all around him. "I haven't even gotten to the dirty ones yet," Remus sauntered off, cackling.
“Can you at least turn on the rest of the lights, Re?” he called after him. Wincing at the sudden brightness when Remus granted his request, Virgil retraced their steps, checking under the stairs, around the hall, and under furniture as he walked slowly back upstairs.
Finally, Virgil heard a tiny meow from behind the side table in the foyer. He crouched down and came nose-to-nose with the tiny black cat. The cat blinked at him. “Hi, L,” he said softly. He raised the bundle of clothing in his hands. “I, uh, I brought you your clothes, for when you shift back.” The cat blinked at him, then looked away. “I—I can leave them right here for you, or if you wanna follow me back down, maybe in that sewing room? It was nice and quiet and I can close the door and let you be.”
The cat stepped out from his hiding place and Virgil started to stand and turn back toward the stairs when the cat meowed loudly. He stilled and the cat started to rub against his leg, then went up on his own hind legs, putting his front paws on Virgil’s shin. “You don’t want me to do that?” The cat sat primly in front of his feet and meowed again. “Uh, I don’t know for sure what you want, L. Can you even understand me?” The cat blinked twice at him, slowly, almost sleepily. “Do you want me to pick you up?” he guessed and the cat butted his head against Virgil's pant leg, rubbing his shoulders back and forth against the soft material.
He tucked Logan’s clothes under one arm and bent over, carefully lifting the cat. He curled on his back in Virgil’s arms and purred. “Okay, that’s definitely a 'yes.'” He looked around and saw a small reading nook down the hall. “I’m going to take you over there." He turned his body to show the cat the small, out-of-the-way loveseat. “Is that okay?” The cat continued to purr, relaxed in his arms. Virgil first set down Logan’s clothes, then sat cross-legged on the couch, letting the cat lay in his lap. The tiny cat walked back and forth across his legs and turned in a circle several times before pawing at Virgil's arms. Virgil held the cat close to his chest again and his purring resumed.
“This must be really scary, L. I’m sorry you—I’m sorry you have to go through this.” Virgil gently petted his head, and he felt the cat slowly melt in his arms. “I hope you aren’t too mad at Remus for giving away your secret… ‘cause….'' The cat stared up at Virgil, eyes wide and attentive. ”Cause I don’t know if I would’ve been brave enough to tell you that… that I like you, too. Um… a lot.”
The cat curled in his lap and rubbed his head against Virgil’s knee. Virgil sighed with a smile and continued to stroke the cat’s soft fur, his gentle purr soothing both of them into a sleepy daze. "I guess we have a lot to talk about when you've calmed down, huh?" The cat slowly closed his eyes and curved his tail around Virgil’s arm. “Don’t worry, L. I’ll be right here with you to keep you safe until you do.”
Fandom: Percy Jackson and The Olympians, Heroes Of Olympus
Relationship: Nico Di Angelo/Will Solace
Content Warnings: Blood, medical stuff, wounds, swearing
Word Count: 250 words
Part 5/? of my February Writing Challenge | send me an ask!
“Try not to move.”
Nico bolts upright, immediately regretting that decision when he feels something rip apart in the vicinity of his right shoulder — the agonising pain forcing him to black out for a couple of seconds, before he’s greeted with the sight of a very disgruntled-looking Will Solace.
“What did I just say?” Although Will’s tone is pointed, his hands gently guide Nico back to the makeshift bed beside the battleground, putting pressure on the now-bleeding wound that Nico swears is throbbing. Either that or his head hurts bad.
He swears in a mixture of Italian and English under his breath.
Both, as he guessed. Both is so not good.
Will’s still speaking somewhere above him, trying to take off the bandages covering Nico’s shoulder and fuck.
Nico gasps, involuntarily reaching out to Will’s arm and grasping it, trying to push it away.
“Hey, Neeks, breathe for me, okay?” Will turns towards him and strokes his cheek, and for a moment, Nico believes everything will be alright. “Your stitches have torn and I can’t give you anesthetic, so we’re gonna have to do it the old-fashioned way.”
Nico nods, clenching his jaw in preparation. Pressing his forehead against Will’s chest, he breathes a soft “You can start.”
He trusts Will, even though he can feel the medic’s hands slightly shaking against the wound.
It’s gonna be okay. He knows it.
He still can’t help but tremble in Will’s partial embrace.
“Another zebra out in the wild,” the news reporter announces, “Maryland Wildlife Authorities are baffled in regards to the growing population of zebras in the country”
Percy, previously dozing on his Sunday crossword puzzle, blearily squints at the TV.
Huh. Weird. He gets up, stretching before closing the television. It’s not as if they’re coming towards them, right?
The only reason he and Annabeth chose Maryland to buy an apartment in was because it was completely ordinary, no petty gods with quests, no monsters disguised as Starbucks baristas.
Percy looks out the window of their third-floor apartment. He loves the city, although it’s no New York. Reaching out to refill the bird-feeder, he freezes.
There it stands in all its black-and-white glory, shaking its mane in the communal garden next to their apartment complex.
A zebra, gazing directly into Percy’s eyes although being nearly a kilometre away.
Percy gulps and turns away, closing the shutters with a click.
“Annabeth?” He calls toward the kitchen, where is wife is on the phone with Piper, “How quickly do you think we can move?”
if ms marvel were real there’d be a scene where kamala’s mom is comparing her to other people that can shapeshift and telling her to apply for a superhero scholarship of some kind so she can become “dr marvel”
Will turns around, confused and slightly annoyed, although he doesn’t know for sure if that’s because of the math homework he’s trying to complete during class or the goth kid behind him trying to catch his attention by throwing balled-up wads of paper at his head.
“Hey Blondie, do you think you could give me your history notes to copy off of? I’ll change the wording around and everything, I swear.”
Will raises his eyebrow at him.
“Look, I’ll owe you one. I’ll do anything, promise.”
“Never,” Will picks up the notebook from desk, brushing off the eraser and sharpener shavings, “Call me Blondie again.”
Goth Kid, for what it’s worth, has the nerve to grin at him.
“Sure, I’ll just call you next time.”
Will firmly denies blushing, nor choking on nothing but air. Goth Kid leans forward anyway, grinning that stupidly cute grin all the while.
“I’m just messing with you,” he says, as if he didn’t make Will have a gay existential crisis within three seconds. He squints at the name scrawled on the notebook, before reaching out to grab it. “Nice to meet you, William. Thanks for the notes.”
anytime someone talks about “double texting” im just like. sorry. cant relate. every single person i actually text will receive 14 texts in a row at 11pm about whatever random thing im thinking about
I always get confused when people apologize for texting. Like, dude, my phone volume hasn’t been on since I bought this phone and it is face down at night, you could text me at any time as much as you want and I’ll respond whenever I notice them without any though of the time or volume of responses I send back. Relax and reach out freely, babies
“Ready?” Lily smirks at her partner and partner-in-crime, lacing her fingers with his. She tugs him closer to her, leaning on the brick wall that no doubt many other couples have leaned on. Probably never in the same situation as them, though.
James bends closer to Lily’s face, hands distractedly roaming her body, closing the gap between the two while making it seem like they’re making out like the adolescents they are. Instead, he whispers in Lily’s ear, making it tingle slightly.
“Ready as I’ll ever be, love.”
Lily nods in reply, pulls out the trigger from her pocket, and clicks it. Behind them, the wall of the bank explodes in flames, the brick wall taking the brunt of the damage. The two make their way carefully across the rubble, fingers still intertwined. On their comms, Moony tells them to either get a room or rob the damn bank already.
The plan is in motion. The heist has begun. And if they can pull it off, they’ll be the richest thieves ever to see the light of day.
Hi! I’m a little confused about the Piper and feathers post, I don’t mean to be rude at all, but could you explain why if its not too much trouble?
Yea sure! To start off I am not native and all my information is based off of what other people have said so please correct me if i’m wrong!
Ok so in the books, piper is said to be wearing an eagle feather as a sign of courage/bravery. However there are a couple problems with this - 1. it’s a stereotype and 2. in Cherokee culture, eagle feathers are only worn by spiritual leaders or warriors and need to be gifted to the person by an Elder or tribal leader. This is just very brief summary but if you want to look into it more + Ricks issues regarding representation etc. I highly recommend looking at @housemartius’s post and this Piper Mclean master post by @potterposideon.
Once again to anyone who is native and reading this please correct me if I am wrong or have said anything inaccurate/offensive!
