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mistyresolve · 17 days

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| RTB - Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Pilot Reader

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Summary - The reader is the pilot, AKA Stitch, of an apache helicopter, one the most dangerous, advanced killers in the sky. She’s been the 141′s go-to when they need aerial support for a year. After their latest mission, Ghost seeks out Stitch to offer a special thank you.

Warnings/Tags - 18+ ONLY, swearing, dry humping, switch, unprotected sex, creampie

A/N - If you haven't already, I would suggest you read Incident Report before this one

Masterlist ❤︎

Soot and smoke coated Ghost’s tongue and every breath felt like an attack on his lungs. The smell of burning flesh and gunpowder made his head spin. All that combined with adrenaline and anger, it was his life support. He clung to his senses with a feverish need. Rubble and bullet shells littered the ground around them. His once-black uniform took on a greyish hue from all the dust. Sweat rolled down his back and he had to blink it from his eyes.

Beside him, Price was on the radio, his outrage tangible as he called for aerial backup for a third time, “I’ve got my men pinned here! Where the fuck is my support!”.

Ghost felt a bullet's heat as it raced past the exposed skin of his neck, leaving behind the ghost of a burn. He ducked down behind the concrete barrier, cursing at himself, “We won’t be able to hold this position for much longer, Price. We need a plan to get us the fuck out of here,” Simon repositioned himself for a better vantage point. Ghost had long since run out of ammo and had resorted to picking up magazines from his dead comrades. He silently thanked every one of them, ripping off the dog tags from the few he could to take back to base with him.

Price gave him a curt nod, “Chopper is five minutes out. They were diverted from another mission.” his face was grim and every muscle in his body was taut, readying to run for new cover or the bite of a bullet. Five minutes was a lot of time in situations like this, a lot could happen in a matter of seconds. He could die in half that.

The team was forced into a corner of the compound, and they were getting hammered. There was nowhere left to go. He kept one eye on the darkening sky beyond the compound's wall, hoping to catch a glimpse of the incoming heli. He figured the pilots on board would have reached out by now, but the radio remained utterly and eerily silent.

He craned his neck, hearing the distant sound of its propellors, but with the ruckus around them, it was difficult to determine exactly how far out it was. Something in his soul urged him to bring his radio to his mouth, “We’re in the southwest corner,” he was speaking to the pilots, who were most likely biding their time before revealing their presence to the enemy. If that were the case they were probably dark, using minimal instruments to keep their profile as discreet as possible.

Then he saw it. The slightly darker patch of sky.

Then it was firing, and screams followed.

And just like that, this fight was shifted in their favour.

Bursts of orange and red as fire erupted from the helicopter's guns in erratic intervals, and in between they would shift positions, making it nearly impossible to predict where they would shoot from next.

Then a very familiar voice came across the radio, “Hello boys.”

An involuntary smile split across Ghost’s face.

“You’re fashionably late,” Price quipped back.

“And here I thought you’d be excited to see us,” you replied as you dipped the heli back behind the walls, using it as cover as you moved closer to the closed gates keeping them from their escape, “Should I knock?”

They didn’t bother with a reply before Dutch let loose, blasting open the gates. You could nearly hear his smile, “Ladies first.”

Being diverted from a different mission meant you didn’t have nearly enough firepower or fuel to do any real damage, but you could do enough so the soldier below would be able to breathe a little and regain their footing.

You glanced down at your fuel gauge, cursing, “We’ve got five minutes of fuel before we’re RTB. Give me some targets,” You couldn’t stop yourself from searching the ground below in hopes of seeing a familiar figure.

Someone pointed a laser at one of the watchtowers, marking it and the people within as prey. You angled the aircraft, giving Dutch a clear view of the tower. With the help of the last HELLFIRE missile you had, it was desecrated in a matter of seconds.

The floodlights that were pointed to the outside of the compound turned on, momentarily blinding you. The enemy used the distraction to shoot back at you. Bullets dinged off the sides of the Apache.

“Smoke!” someone called from over the radio.

“Flares,” your muscle memories kicked in, your thumb finding the appropriate buttons as your eyes still had yet to adjust. Somewhere beyond the cockpit, you heard as your flares interrupt your death. You gritted your teeth, you weren’t sure you had the firepower left to fight this fight, but the thought of leaving those guys down there helpless wasn’t one you were willing to have.

Your attention snagged on the fuel.

You didn’t have a choice. You were already cutting it close.

Dutch listed off what he had left to throw at him. The list was devastatingly short.

“I have one more good run before I have to turn back.”

Another laser pointed to a truck on the other side of the now blown open door, a mounted machine gun giving suppressant fire to the ground crew. With that truck, even with the gate opened, they weren’t going anywhere.

“Copy,” Dutch replied, his head already turned and locking in on the target. He unloaded the last of his rounds into the truck and the surrounding area.

Reluctantly, you pulled back from the fight, “We’re RTB,” again you search for Ghost amongst the group. Finally catching the flash of white of his skull mask. The nerves that gripped your chest loosened, “And as much as I love these play dates with you guys try and stay out of trouble will you?”

You’d arrived back to base a few hours ago but still had yet to change out of your jumpsuit. You were immediately dragged into a debrief. You checked your watch for what seemed like the hundredth time since this meeting began.

Task Force 141 has yet to return, and you were beginning to ruminate. While in the sky it was easier to ignore your feelings, having to focus on not being struck by an anti-air and falling out of the sky didn’t allow for such mundane activities. Now that you were on the ground, you had all the time and safety in the world to just think.

You could say that’s why you loved flying so much. You’d never be able to say it out loud under the fear that you’d be grounded for a month under the mental health act; but, you’d sooner die than give up flying.

Suppressing a yawn you sat next to Dutch in the room, arms crossed and legs stretched out in front of you. Your eyes grew heavy as you blinked up at the screen before you. You leaned closer to Dutch, “You think they’d notice if I just left?”

A mischievous smile tugged at his mouth, “Not if you crawled.”

You pinched his thigh, scowling, “You’re a pervert.”

There were probably twenty other people in this room right now. You could undoubtedly sneak out.

A shiver raced down your spine, and your instinct told you that someone was looking at you. You peeked over your shoulder and locked eyes with the tall ominous figure standing at the back of the room. His hand still hovering over the doorknob. He jerked his chin to the hallway. A silent invitation to join him.

Dutch was already rolling his eyes in pretend irritation, “You’re boyfriend beckons you.”

You made a face at him, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Tell him that.”

You bit your lip to keep from grinning at the idea. You two were by no means together. Not to say that there wasn’t something there that could potentially foster such as relationship, but now wasn’t the right time. Neither of you had the time or the means for it. It would only compromise both of your work.

And relationships between two soldiers were frowned upon by the higher-ups.

You stood up silently, kicking Dutches ankles on your way by.

Ghost slipped out of the room all too silently. You met him just down the hall.

His eyes dipped to your chest and heated. You removed the top of your jumpsuit and tied it around your waist, revealing the plain black tank underneath that did everything right to show off your curves.

Then he was looking everywhere but you, his shoulders tensing, before he started to walk down the hallway. You fell into pace beside him.

You check over him, looking for any signs of injury. Once satisfied that you couldn’t find anything you tilted your face up to his, “You guys should've had an aircraft on standby for that mission,” you reprimanded, half annoyed with him for getting into danger.

He shrugged, “It was supposed to be covert.”

You analyzed his dark uniform, perfect for blending into the night and the shadows. He didn’t have his gun, and he carried his tactical vest in his hand.

“You guys were lucky we had enough fuel to divert our route. What if we weren’t there?” you bit out, anger flushing your skin.

He opened a door for you. The door to his accommodations, you realized. You couldn’t help but notice the space still smelled like you. Or your signature scene of eucalyptus and lavender. You’ve been spending a condemning amount of time here, and with him.

“Good thing we’re lucky,” he pulled at the words with his tongue before turning back to you, eyes flashing to your figure again. His hands reached down to the know that kept your jumpsuit tied to your waist and tugged you closer to him, his other hand wrapping around the back of your neck. You could still smell the fight on him. Dirt and smoke. A now familiar smell.

Your fingers hooked around his belt loops. Heat radiated off of him and warmed your front. Already you were breathless.

He shook his head, “It’s a damn good thing you were there.”

A question formed and you tilted your head at him, lips parting, “How did you know to tell us where you were? How did you know we were already there?” You had made sure your ETA was skewed to disorientate the enemy if they had access to your guys’ comms.

“I figured there was a reason you guys were dark,” his hand traced the lines of your body, memorizing the feel of you under his fingers. They twitched impatiently against you. He slowly walked you backwards to the door to his bedroom, taking his time in watching you stumble over your weakening knees. “How can I thank you?”

If he could read your mind and all the filthy thoughts that popped into your mind, he hid it well. Your ears burned in chagrin. You tugged his shirt out from his pants, diving underneath to touch his skin, “Let me touch you.”

Ghost bit back a hiss when you dug your nails into his abdomen. He kicked the door closed behind him, reaching back only to lock it. Within seconds, his shirt was discarded somewhere on the floor, his muscles on full display as he did so. Your mouth went dry and the sight and the heat that was just at the tips of your ears shot down between your legs. No amount of time would ever tire you of seeing this man undress.

Next was his mask, revealing the devilishly beautiful man underneath. The only way you could describe him was as “sinful”. Black still smeared across his features but it only accentuated his features.

Fuck, you would eat out of the palm of his hand if he told you to.

Whatever he saw on your face made him look away from you with a shy smile, a breath of a laugh escaping him.

You brought his face back to yours, and you had to stand on your toes to reach his mouth. You’d be a fool to think that the kiss was anything but greedy. His mouth immediately opened to yours and he tilted your head with a hand to deepen it. You pressed yourself into him, needing to feel him against every inch of you. A calloused hand reached to touch the bare skin under your tank and traced the line of your spine. Your tongue brushed against him, and you turned to liquid.

He undid the knot of your jumpsuit, and you stepped out of it. Leaving you bare apart from the tank top, a bra, and underwear.

This time, it was your turn to guide him. You took him to his bed, “Lay down.”

He didn’t waste a second and pulled you down with him. You were a tangle of limbs before you planted your knees on either side of his hips. With shaking fingers, you shamelessly outlined the lines and curves of his abs and chest.

Not once did either of you break the kiss, which had become a mess of breath and lips and teeth.

You pressed your hips into his, finding his own arousal there. He groaned at the pressure, hands flying to your waist, and pulling you harder to him. Already a carnal heat that only showed up when you were with him was building somewhere low in your womb. And even lower still.

God, he felt good.

He was going to be the death of you. You were going to burn up in his arms until there was nothing left of you but your need for him.

He paused for a second, his hand disappearing under the waistband of his pants to readjust himself to better align with your strides. You tested, feeling the full length of him pressed to your core, “Carry on,” before his smile could take form it fell away to a hiss when you began a languid pace.

You rolled yourself down on him, your mouth finding the pulse at his throat and licked a stripe it.

Simon liked to pride himself on his control over his needs. He wasn’t a teenage boy after all. He was a man who was more than capable of asserting some sort of rule over his body.

Until just now.

Right then, his entire mind went blank.

He wasn’t sure if he had inhaled too much smoke or if he over-exerted himself today, but that control was nowhere to be seen. His hands fell to your thighs, allowing you full reign on the speed and intensity.

You felt a knot at the apex of your tights tighten, and the liquid arousal that accompanied your desire. You hadn’t even cum yet and you were already soaking through your panties and his pants.

Your kisses to his skin turn into hot desperate breaths, and it sent tingles throughout his body. Your moans were like fuel to a flame and it was driving him insane.

You clung to him, his skin slick with yours and his sweat, as you chased after your climax. He let you use him however you needed. Some ludicrous and giddy part of him revelled at the fact that he wasn’t even inside you and you were still half-wild for him.

Suddenly, your pace stuttered and became erratic. That knot finally loosened and you melted onto him, your body twitching, but you maintained some form of a rhythm.

You pulled back to look at him, his eyes squeezed shut and his bottom lips pulled between his teeth.

You felt him jerk under you, pressing himself impossibly closer to you, his mouth falling open into a downright filthy moan.

You welcomed the wet warmth between him and you that followed.

You chased after his release with him.

You also came back down with him, slowing down to a purr on top of him.

He was breathless, his body jolting with every change of direction.

He would have been a little embarrassed for cumming in his pants if it hadn’t felt so fucking good.

“So sensitive,” you crooned, drawing a line from his heart to the line of hair that faded into the cover of his pants. At first, you weren’t sure he heard you, but then he was growling and flipping you off him. You were face down on the bad, trapped underneath him, his knees moving to spread your legs apart.

“Shouldn’ve said that,” he snarled, his voice dangerous.

He pressed himself into your backside.

He was still devastatingly hard.

You whimpered into his bed, arching your back.

A hand slapped your clothes pussy and you mewled at him in understanding.

Do. Not. Move.

Then the fingers of the same hand outlined your folds over the already damp fabric, focusing on your clit. With his weight on top of you giving your lungs little room to expand and the fact that your brain was short-circuiting your breaths become shallow and unproductive.

He pressed his fingers into your cunt, the only thing keeping him from actually entering you was your panties.

You writhed, desperate for friction. A second slap against your heat stilled you.

“Ohmygod,” you breathed, your legs trembling.

He pushed the cursed fabric down your legs, stopping at your knees. His fingers delved into the slickness there. He swore, almost impressed with how wet you actually were.

Spread your arousal everywhere, across your folds, the sides of your thighs, up to the rounds of your ass. He wanted you a mess in his bed. And you were. You weren’t sure if you were drooling or not, but there was a high chance you were.

Then his attention was back at your core, finger sliding into you without so much as a warning. Your greedy pussy tightened around his fingers, milking them as if they were his cock. His approving groan was nearly enough to send you over the edge. He was whispering naughty, impish things into your ear. Your name rolled off his tongue in a way that made to want to scream.

Still sensitive from before, it didn’t take much from him to entice another orgasm from you. Time wrapped but it couldn’t have been less than a minute before you were spasming around his fingers, and your mind was momentarily fried.

He was whispering in your ear. Your comprehension went out the window so didn’t know what he was saying but from the tone of his voice, he was mocking you.

You felt him shift so he was behind you. He attempted to knock your legs further apart but your panties were still locked around your knees, tying them together.

You felt something warm and velvety soft tap at your entrance. Once, twice. He slid his cock between his fld, coating himself in you.

He asked you a question, probably for permission. The thought that you could string together a coherent sentence right now was laughable. You weren’t even sure you could be trusted to provide your own name.

You could only nod and with your last dregs of will, lift your hips to his.

There was no amount the sex or foreplay that could prepare you for the sheer fucking size of him. He wasn’t just long, not that his eight inches was something to roll your eyes at, but he was thick. Thick enough that when you took him into your mouth, your jaw would ache for days afterward. He was always gentle and never shoved himself inside you like an animal, but you still needed a few seconds to catch your breath each time.

The broken sound that same out of you was naughty, and Simon had to bite his lip to keep from cumming from the sound alone. You were also impossibly tight, but he’d be damned if he got bested by you a second time tonight.

He cruised into a fast pace, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The tip of his dick hit your cervix with every thrust. And with every retreat, he brushed against your g spot.

In these moments, there was only him. Only the sounds of his breath, and the feel of his skin. It made him addicting. When with him, especially like this, it was like a moment of reprieve from worries and stresses in life.

The world could be ending and you wouldn’t care. There could be air raids and a fire outside your door and you would still feel completely safe with him. Death and hurt couldn’t reach you when you were in his arms.

His rhythm faltered when you squeezed around him, and he cursed, his arms moved from your ass to brace around you. He just arms shook to keep from crushing you.

He could feel you quivering, both around him and beneath him as your third orgasm approached.

You were going to be the death of him, and he didn’t mind one bit.

You writhed under him as you reached your undoeing, unsure if you wanted him further in or out of you.

You could feel his seed spurt out of him, and coat your inner walls. You could feel his cock twitch with every spray.

He started to slow, letting you reel yourself back into your body. You were spooled out across his bed, onto the floor, floating in the air.

He slid off the bed, carefully tucking himself back into his pants. Which, only now did you realize he didn’t have the patient to remove. He was all wandering eyes and a rueful grin. He was slightly out of breath when he spoke, “So sensitive.”

A/N: You like that?

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onenicebugperday · 5 months

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@zombievevo submitted: Wasp friends, would love an ID on both, found in Ft Worth, TX. Second little lady was captured in a cup from inside and safely moved outside a few days ago. Guess she came back to say thanks and grab some sugary snacks

I love them both! The first is a paper wasp in the genus Polistes. I think probably an Apache paper wasp. The second looks like a southern yellowjacket!

#animals #insects #bugs #submission #wasp #paper wasp #apache paper wasp #Polistes #yellowjacket #southern yellowjacket

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whencyclopedia · 22 days

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Twelve Famous Native American Women

Native American women are traditionally held in high regard among the diverse nations, whether a given people are matrilineal or patrilineal. Traditionally, women were not only responsible for raising children and caring for the home but also planted and harvested the crops, built the homes, and engaged in trade, as well as having a voice in government.

The history of the women of the Native peoples of North America attests to their full participation in the community whether as elders and "medicine women" or as skilled agriculturalists and merchants and, in some cases, even warriors. Although hunting and warfare were traditionally the provenance of males, some women became famous for their courage and skill in battle. These women, as well as others in the arts and sciences, are often overlooked because they do not fit the paradigm of what has been accepted as American history.

Pocahontas and Sacagawea are usually the only North American Native women that non-Natives have heard of, but even their narratives have been obscured by legend and half-truths. Many other Native American women have simply been ignored, and among them are most of those listed below. These women, and the nations they were citizens of, include:

Jigonhsasee – Iroquois

Pocahontas – Powhattan

Weetamoo – Wampanoag

Glory-of-the-Morning – Ho-Chunk/Winnebago

Sacagawea – Shoshone

Old-Lady-Grieves-the-Enemy – Pawnee

Pine Leaf/Woman Chief – Crow

Lozen – Apache

Buffalo Calf Road Woman – Cheyenne

Thocmentony/Sarah Winnemucca – Paiute

Susan La Flesche Picotte – Omaha

Molly Spotted Elk/Mary Alice Nelson – Penobscot

There are many others who do not appear here because they are more widely known, such as the Yankton Dakota activist, musician, and writer, Zitkala-Sa (l. 1876-1938) or the Cheyenne warrior Mochi ("Buffalo Calf", l. c. 1841-1881). Modern-day figures are also omitted but deserve mention, such as the activist Isabella Aiukli Cornell of the Choctaw nation, who drew national attention in 2018 with her red prom dress designed to call attention to the many missing and murdered indigenous women across North America, and poet/activist Suzan Shown Harjo of the Muscogee/Southern Cheyenne nation. There are many more, like these two, who have devoted themselves to raising awareness of the challenges facing Native Americans and continue the same struggle, in various ways, as the women of the past.

Jigonhsasee (l. c. 1142 or 15th century)

According to Iroquois lore, Jigonhsasee (Jikonhsaseh, Jikonsase) was integral to the origins of the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) Confederacy dated to either the 12th or 15th century. She was an Iroquoian whose home was along the central path used by warriors going to and from battle and became well-known for the hospitality and wise counsel she offered them. The Great Peacemaker (Deganawida) chose her to help him form the Iroquois Confederacy, based on the model of a family living together in one longhouse, and, along with Hiawatha, this vision became a reality. Jigonhsasee became known as the 'Mother of Nations' and established the policy of women choosing the chiefs of the council in the interests of peace, instead of war. The American women's suffrage movement of the 19th century called attention to the freedom and rights of Native American women, notably those of the Iroquois Confederacy, in arguing for those same rights for themselves.

#History #Weetamoo #Pocahontas

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kosaciec · 5 months

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Apache paper wasp lady, designed for a friend!

Designs like this are 10$-20$, please message me if you're interested!

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kwebtv · 4 months

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Character Actress

Sherry D. Jackson (born February 15, 1942) Retired actress and former child star.

Jackson may be best remembered for her five-season run as older daughter Terry Williams on The Danny Thomas Show (known as Make Room for Daddy during the first three seasons) from 1953 to 1958. During the course of her five years on the series, she established a strong bond with her on-screen mother, Jean Hagen, but Hagen left the series after the third season in 1956.

Over the next few years, Jackson broadened her range of acting roles by guest starring in dozens of television series, appearing as a hit woman on 77 Sunset Strip, a freed Apache captive who yearns to return to the reservation on The Tall Man, an alcoholic on Mr. Novak, a woman accused of murder on Perry Mason, and an unstable mother-to-be on Wagon Train. Sherry also appeared as a first season guest on The Rifleman episode “The Sister” playing the part of a horse riding sibling of two doting brothers. She played a gunslinger's promiscuous young bride in the Western series Maverick episode entitled "Red Dog" with Roger Moore, Lee Van Cleef and John Carradine. After a 1965 appearance on Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C., she then made guest appearances on Lost in Space ("The Space Croppers", reuniting with her Danny Thomas co-star, Angela Cartwright), My Three Sons, Gunsmoke, Rawhide, The Wild Wild West ("The Night of the Vicious Valentine" and "The Night of the Gruesome Games", as two different characters), Batman, and the original Star Trek series. On the latter program, she made one of her more memorable portrayals as the android Andrea in the episode "What Are Little Girls Made Of?".

In 1966, Jackson was cast as Katherine "Kate" Turner, a young woman from Boston who takes over a wagon train after the death of the trailmaster, in the episode "Lady of the Plains" of the syndicated series Death Valley Days. DeForest Kelley plays a gambler, Elliott Webster, who falls in love with her though she is engaged to marry once the wagon train reaches Salt Lake City.

In the 1970s through early 1980s she made guest appearances on such TV shows as Love, American Style, The Rockford Files, Starsky & Hutch, The Blue Knight, Switch, The Streets of San Francisco, Barnaby Jones, The Incredible Hulk, Fantasy Island, Vega$, Alice, Charlie's Angels and CHiPs. (Wikipedia)

#Character Actress #TV #Sherry Jackson #Make Room for Daddy #The Danny Thomas Show #Star Trek

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usafphantom2 · 7 months

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IMAGES: B-52 Stratofortress lands in South Korea for the first time

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 10/17/2023 - 08:35am Military

The U.S. Air Force is celebrating the 70º anniversary of the U.S.-South Korea alliance with a huge demonstration of air power at the 2023 Seoul International Aerospace and Defense Exhibition (ADEX) this week, and a B-52H Stratofortress made a full landing on the Korean Peninsula for the first time today, according to all known reports.

Also during the exhibition, scheduled from October 17 to 22 at Seoul Air Base, USAF will exhibit eight other types of aircraft through static displays and aerial demonstrations, according to the Pacific Air Forces, including: F-22 Raptor, F-16 Fighting Falcon, A-10 Thunderbolt II, C-17 Globemaster III, C-5 Galaxy, KC-135 Stratotanker, U-2 Dragon Lady and E-3 Sentry. Other U.S. military aircraft include CH-47F Chinook, AH-64 Apache, F-35B Lightning II and E/A-18 Growler.

The famous nuclear-capable B-52 bomber carried out two overflights at the event before landing at Cheongju Airport, 140 km south of Seoul.

“These overflights, air demonstrations and static displays, including the landing of the B-52 on the peninsula, are part of our ongoing commitment to promote peace, stability and prosperity on the Korean peninsula,” Major Rachel Buitrago, director of Public Affairs of the 7ª Air Force, said in a statement.

The B-52 Stratofortress, known as BUFF, is the main cruise missile carrier of the U.S. Air Force. The H model is now the last variant of the Stratofortress, which has been in service since the 1950s.

Although the B-52 has never landed in Korea, it has carried out several recent exercises near or over the Korean Peninsula. On June 30, several B-52s from Barksdale Air Base, along with South Korean F-16, F-15E and F-35As and KF-16, conducted a joint overflight of the country.

Then, on July 13, the long-range bomber was accompanied by F-16 and three F-15K aircraft of the Republic of Korea Air Force (ROKAF) for a combined air training session over the peninsula. This exercise followed North Korea's allegations that it launched a solid-fuel intercontinental ballistic missile on July 12, capable of reaching the continental territory of the United States.

North Korea continued to carry out numerous missile launches this year, including the most recent test in September, when it fired two short-range ballistic missiles into the sea off the eastern coast.

“We still face ongoing challenges from North Korea, including its dangerous and destabilizing missile testing program, and others that would undermine the rules-based international order,” Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin said in April when he welcomed South Korean President Yoon Suk Yeol who was visiting the Pentagon.

Austin and President Joe Biden pledged to intensify joint military exercises between the U.S. and South Korea, including those with nuclear-capable resources, such as strategic bombers or submarines with ballistic missiles. Last week, the aircraft carrier USS Ronald Reagan made a stopover in Busan, South Korea.

“2023 marks 70 years of alliance between the United States and the Republic of Korea - an alliance that has proved to be solid in the face of challenges over many decades. It is among the most interoperable, capable and dynamic bilateral alliances in the world," Lieutenant General Scott Pleus, commander of the Seventh Air Force and deputy commander of the U.S. Forces in Korea, said in a statement.

“We are honored to demonstrate our commitment to this partnership through our U.S. participation in Seoul's ADEX 23 as part of our ongoing commitment to promoting peace, stability and prosperity on the Korean peninsula,” Pleus added.

This biennial exhibition, the largest of its kind in Northeast Asia, presents aircraft, ground equipment, air demonstrations and attracts aviation and aerospace experts and defense personnel from all over the world.

Tags: Military AviationBoeing B-52H StratofortressKADEXROKAF - Republic of Korea Air Force/South Korea Air ForceUSAF - United States Air Force / U.S. Air Force

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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has work published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. Uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.

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die-freundin · 10 months

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22 FEB 1928 (Nr. 4/1928)

from the adverts section: the "Girlfriend" Club wrapping up carnival season with two swings and one miss. the entry requirements are what caught my eye here: "ladies and transvestites only". perhaps a very early predecessor of contemporary "flinta*" parties, or simply an invitiation to dress appropriately.

while i can't go back and check, i have to assume the "Apache ball" was less of a celebration of cultural connection between the lesbians of Berlin and the Apache people residing in the USA, and most likely an example of a pastime still popular in Germany to this day: dressing up as "Indians" and playing pretend for a few hours. this can also be observed in other German media such as "Winnetou".

the location at Alexanderplatz (also known as just "Alex") is a famous tourist spot in Berlin nowadays. quite peculiarly, looking up Landsberger Straße 39 today does not get you anywhere close to Alexanderplatz, so i have to assume the street's name or numbering system was changed since then. it is quite likely that the Palais Alexander was shelled and destroyed in World War 2.

image IDs under the cut:

(ID deutsch: Vereinigung "Freundin". Mittwoch, den 22. Februar - Letzter Großer Maskenball. Mittwoch, den 29. Februar - Apachenball. Nur für Damen und Transvestiten. Alexander-Palais, Landsberger Straße 39. Am Alexanderplatz)

(ID english: The "Girlfriend" Club announces two masked balls: Wednesday February 22nd, Last Grand Masked Ball. Wednesday February 29th, "Apache" Ball. Ladies and transvestites only. To be held at Palais Alexander at Landsberger Straße 39, Alexanderplatz)

#22 FEB 1928 #adverts section #transvestites #social events

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patheticbatman · 4 months

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Part Two

I’m very proud of these dolls, and I’m also leaving them at my parents’ house, so I did a little photoshoot with some books as background so I can have nice pictures of them.

This is the second post, so check out the first for more info!

First up we have Pocahontas (real name Matoaka) with Elatsoe, by Darcie Little Badger. It’s a why-dunnit, not a who-dunnit, about a Lipan Apache girl who has some serious ghost powers. Pocahontas was a tough one, but I decided to go with a book I love about a modern Lipan Apache (Indigenous) girl, written by a modern Lipan Apache (Indigenous) woman. I know a lot of people have strong feelings on both the real life Matoaka and the cartoon Pocahontas, and how she symbolizes a lot of sad and terrible changes for Turtle Island. So I thought putting the doll and this book together would provide an interesting contrast, one that the real life Matoaka may find horribly interesting.

Second is Esmeralda with At Night All Blood Is Black, by David Diop (the French title means Soul Brother - I believe that the title is a play on the English Idiom, At Night All Cats Are Grey, meaning you cannot see meaningful differences in the right circumstances). It’s a very interesting though sorrowful novel about a Senegalese Tirailleur (Infantryman) who was sent to France during WWI. I don’t think Esmeralda would read this normally, but if she was in a sad mood, I think the theme of fluctuating humanity during conflict, and being a Person of Color in France (even centuries later!) would interest her.

Third up is Mulan with Lady of Ch’iao Kuo: Warrior of the South, by Laurence Yep. When I drew pictures for Mulan’s poem (years ago now!) I headcanoned in my explanation that Mulan and Lady Xian, princess of the Li Xian people in modern day Guangdong, were close enough in history that they *might* have met and been friendly. Mulan is typically from further North and West than Guangdong, and would be part of the colonizing side in this case sadly, but I feel like they would respect each other as fellow powerful women.

Fourth is Melody (Ariel’s daughter) with A Song Below Water, by Bethany C. Morrow. I think she’d go into the book with certain expectations, like I did, about the plot, and then get drawn in by the real story. Let’s just say the cover gave me assumptions that lead to a great twist for me personally. Also, I think Melody would relate to the mystery of her magical parent’s true background. The book celebrates the lesser known fantasy species, and approaches the danger of traffic stops, police brutality and protesting for Black people, and how that intersects with being a woman, with care and love. If they ever make a live action Little Mermaid 2, I feel like that would also speak to Melody.

Fifth is Kida with The Ones We’re Meant To Find, by Joan He. Kida is from a fantasy ancient civilization, and this book depicts a sci-fi futuristic one, but there’s more similarities than one might initially think. Both exist due to the hubris of humanity, and in reaction to serious pollution topside. And both explore (or at least mention) a relationship between two women separated by the change in their civilization, and with a boy who seems to know too much. I’m not sure Kida would necessarily read this story, aside from its attractive and exotic (to her, at least) take on the world above, which she has not seen for millennia, but this story is similar enough to Kida’s movie that I felt it fell under the adaption category instead.

Sixth is Jane (from Peter Pan 2, Wendy’s daughter) with Peter Pan on Scarlet, by Geraldine McCaughrean. The Disney movie is NOT based on this book, but both do mention Wendy’s family being affected by a World War, though this one has WWI and the movie has WWII. Interestingly, both have a sympathetic Hook initially. ‘Twas a lovely read, and in my opinion matched the original book based on the play.

Seventh is Giselle with The Wind in the Willow, by Kenneth Grahame. I just felt Giselle would enjoy the idea of cute talking animals (but not so much the war storylines of Redwall) so I put her with this book.

Eighth is Tiana (<3) with Wildwood Dancing, by Juliet Marillier. Funnily enough, I do actually have the *sequel* to the book her movie was based off of, but I’ve never read the original, so I decided it doesn’t count. But this is my favorite mixed up fairy tale novel that features a Frog Prince storyline, so I went with it. The villain is also a greedy butt who doesn’t care for his own people, and the protagonist is often underestimated, due to her appearance and gender. In any case, I love this book so much that I illustrated the first chapter, lol.

Ninth is Rapunzel with Rapunzel’s Revenge, by Shannon, Dean and Nathan Hale. I loved this adaption since I was a kid (honestly more than Tangled) and I’m pleased to finally own it.

Last is Merida, with The Edge on the Sword, by Rebecca Tingle. The book is about a warrior princess a thousand years ago in what is England today, with a forced engagement storyline, so I figured this would be right up Merida’s alley.

Part One

Part Three

Part Four

#dp dolls book photoshoot #elatsoe #at night all blood is black #Frère d'âme #lady of ch’iao kuo #a song below water #the ones we’re meant to find #Peter pan in scarlet #the wind in the willows #wildwood dancing #Rapunzel’s revenge #the edge on the sword #Esmeralda Melody Kida and Jane #oh and Giselle and arguably Tiana were all painted by me

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shyearthquakedaze · 6 months

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there are other abduction cases involving the mutilation of animals by beings that don’t look like the cat-eyed beings. In fact, what appear to be the Controllers of smaller entities are often tall humanoids, sometimes seen in long, white robes, even with hoods over their heads. Government documents have described smaller beings referred to as “extraterrestrial biological entities,” or EBEs, and another group called the “Talls.” Some people in the human abduction syndrome think the EBEs and the Talls are at war with each other — but not with bullets. The impression is that these E. T.s war through deceptive mind control and manipulation of time lines.

Perhaps deception and time warps are why there is so much confusion in the high strangeness of encounters with Other Intelligences, the variety of non-human physical appearances, and lack of consistent communication by the entities about who they are, where they are from, and why they are on planet Earth lifting people from cars and bedrooms, or animals from backyards and pastures in beams of light.

While Judy Doraty’s May 1973 encounter with her teenage daughter near a pasture outside Houston, Texas, involved the cat-eyed beings and mutilation of a calf on board the craft in front of Judy, there was another abduction experience seven years later in the first week of May 1980 near a Cimarron, New Mexico, pasture.Purple map pointer marks Cimarron, New Mexico, northwest of Taos. Santa Fe and Los Alamos are marked by larger red circles in lower left of map while all the other red circles mark places of multiple animal mutilations in the Jicarilla Apache Indian Reservation, Dulce, Chama, Espanola, Questa, Taos, Las Vegas and Raton, New Mexico. Across the northern border into Colorado, other red circles at multiple mutilation sites are in Pagosa Springs, Alamosa, Walsenburg and Trinidad. The first worldwide-reported mutilation case was a mare named Lady found in September 1967, near Alamosa, Colorado, dead and stripped of flesh from the chest up and all the chest organs surgically removed.Lady, a 3-year-old Appaloosa mare, owned by Nellie and Berle Lewis, who had a ranch in the San Luis Valley of southern Colorado near Alamosa. Lady was found September 8, 1967, dead and bloodlessly stripped of flesh from the neck up. All her chest organs had also been “surgically” removed, according to John Altshuler, M. D. who examined the mutilated horse. Lady’s hoof tracks stopped about 100 feet southeast of her body where it looked like she had jumped around in a circle as if trying to escape something. There were no tracks around Lady’s body, but 40 feet south of her was a broken bush. Around the bush was a 3-foot-diameter circle of 6 or 8 holes in the ground about 4 inches across and 3 to 4 inches deep. Photograph taken three weeks after Lady’s death by Don Anderson.

Part 2: Hall of Mirrors with A Quicksand Floor

“The brightest, whitest light I’ve ever seen. How can it fly like that? What is it? Oh, I’m scared. How can they be doing that — killing that cow? It’s not even dead! It’s alive!”

– Female abductee at cattle mutilation site, Cimarron, NM, May 1980

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But there are other abduction cases involving the mutilation of animals by beings that don’t look like the cat-eyed beings. In fact, what appear to be the Controllers of smaller entities are often tall humanoids, sometimes seen in long, white robes, even with hoods over their heads. Government documents have described smaller beings referred to as “extraterrestrial biological entities,” or EBEs, and another group called the “Talls.” Some people in the human abduction syndrome think the EBEs and the Talls are at war with each other — but not with bullets. The impression is that these E. T.s war through deceptive mind control and manipulation of time lines.

The following excerpts are from May 1980 hypnosis sessions with a young boy and his mother who saw humanoids mutilating a cow in a Cimarron pasture followed by an abduction of them both. The hypnosis sessions began on May 11, 1980, when Leo Sprinkle, Director of Counseling and Testing at the University of Wyoming, received a phone call from scientist Paul Bennewitz, who was investigating the mother and son abduction for the Aerial Phenomenon Research Organization (APRO).

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1980s Hip Hop Playlist (YouTube)

Alright, folks, this is gonna be my last hip hop playlist post for a long while, so you better savor it! This week we're taking a trip back to the 80s, and, more or less, tracing the evolution of the music from this culture that's now become the #1 genre in the entire world. Hip hop started in the 70s as strictly party music, with people rapping extemporaneously over extended breaks and disco beats, but as it started to expand into a commercial enterprise in the early 80s, the music developed a form of social consciousness too, with songs like Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five's "The Message" in 1982, and the art of lyricism proceeded to evolve as well.

But what's gonna differ this 1980s hip hop playlist from your other more run-of-the-mill ones is that it's intercontinental; hip hop started in the South Bronx of New York City, but what people really seem to sleep on is just how good it concurrently managed to get in the UK too during the 1980s, with the advent of a subgenre called Britcore, which featured people (mostly blokes) furiously spitting absolute rawness over hard, slammin' breakbeats, the likes of which there really was no equivalent to Stateside 😤.

So, with this playlist, we start with the party grooves, both classic, like The Sugarhill Gang's "Apache," the aforementioned "Message," and Grandmaster Flash & Melle Mel's "White Lines (Don't Do It)," along with the lesser-known, like The Furious Five's 1981 link-up with The Sugarhill Gang that yielded a fun tune called "Showdown," and "King Heroin," by another classic New York hip hop crew called The Funky Four, which interpolates The O'Jays' own "For the Love of Money," best known as the theme song from The Apprentice. And there's also a sweet piece of electro-turntablism from trio West Street Mob too, called "Mosquito," that urges you to "keep scratchin'," and appears to only have about 6,900 YouTube plays across a few different uploads.

The latter half is then loaded up with that good ol' UK stuff, which most Americans seem to be completely oblivious of. The best song from this section is undoubtedly Hijack's "Doomsday of Rap," which, to mention "Apache" again, samples the wobbly, ringing guitar from The Incredible Bongo Band's excellent version of it. And Rapper Kamanchi Sly then proceeds to go buckwild over that sample, with a level of aggression most comparable to something like LL Cool J on "Mama's Gonna Knock You Out," but with the intensity kicked up by even a few more notches. Just a total fuckin' old school rap banger that'll make you thrash 😵. Ice-T ended up getting Hijack signed to his Rhyme Syndicate label, but unfortunately, nothing much really came of it.

This playlist is ordered as chronologically as possible.

The Sugarhill Gang - "Apache" The Furious Five Meets The Sugarhill Gang - "Showdown" Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - "The Message" Grandmaster Flash & Melle Mel - "White Lines (Don't Do It)" West Street Mob - "Mosquito" Funky Four - "King Heroin" Lady Sugar Sweet - "Sugar Sweet" Demon Boyz - "Rougher Than an Animal" Thrashpack - "Trigger Happy" Hijack - "Doomsday of Rap" MC Duke - "I'm Riffin'" MC Duke - "Gotta Get Your Own" Consolidated - "Consolidated" Hardnoise - "Untitled" SL Troopers - "Movement"

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So, with this initiation of this playlist, we have 15 songs that end up totaling 70 minutes. I'll add more at some point, which will then probably include a corresponding Spotify playlist too.

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

Like what you hear? Follow me on Spotify and YouTube for more cool playlists and uploads!

#hip hop #rap #old school hip hop #old school rap #britcore #music #80s #80s music #80's #80's music #playlist #playlists #youtube playlist #youtube playlists #youtube music playlist #youtube music playlists

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HEAD CANNON STORY: Curly Bill's Flirting Style:

When a man like Curly Bill has his eyes on something, he's absolutely going to follow through on an opportunity.

Curly Bill knows how to talk to ladies of the night so they'll give him more than what he's paid for, but how would this cowboy flirt with you?

At first, he may wink at you and tip his hat and pretend to be a gentleman like Ringo. When he sees you flip your unbound hair or smile sweetly at something that amuses you, you can't help but flash a smile Curly Bill has never seen before; a sincere smile that suggests you're happy to see him.

He may bait you by motioning for you to come over to where he is, but since you're a bit shy, Curly Bill knows he's got some work to do to get your attention!

He manages to get your attention with his swashbuckling personality and loud guffawing that can heard across the street. However, as Ringo reminds him, "You got her attention, cowboy. Can you keep it?"

Curly Bill knows you're a woman of substance. He also knows you like to have fun... Just like him.

He may tip his hat and say something like, "My my, what a lovely lady you are." Although that puts a smile on your face, it just isn't enough for you to reciprocate his flirting. When he's been drinking, he may look at his fellow rustlers and say, "ain't she something, boys? You ever see a prettier flower?" Sometimes if he's brazen and courageous enough, he might swagger on over and try to lay his charm on you by talking about his latest stunt such as killing a grizzly or getting away from aggressive Apaches. He hopes you enjoy his stories of manliness.

Sometimes he'll look into your eyes and say something like, "when the gods look at you, they can't help but say, "my, why she is pretty!" These comments always put a smile on your face.

If you're talking with other people, he simply winks at you and tips his hat. Or he may have a drink sent to where you're sitting. When he finally gets your attention to the point where you're flirting back, he may lay on a soft kiss on your cheek or your delicate hands. Sometimes he'll crack a joke about you that is harmless and well intended such as, "The gods spent lots of time making a smile like that!"

He enjoys watching you talk with others (unless it's another man) and delights in how effortlessly you show kindness.

Sometimes he sneaks up behind you. If you're close to him and you're and feeling shy, he'll start tickling you to not only get a rise out of you but because he loves how you squirm and beg him to stop, he enjoys the non sexual play he gets to engage in while making you laugh! And once he knows where you're ticklish, you won't be safe when he's around!

When you're feeling down, he's more than happy to let you cry on his shoulder as long as you want! He doesn't have anywhere he needs to be, so holding you close is something he values.

When you're happy, he'll want to know what put a smile on your face and he hopes that he can do something to widen that lovely grin. He may also laugh at your jokes and say, "Well, ain't she funny, boys?" Even if he doesn't understand your humor, he just delights in seeing you happy because of something he did!

His cowboys look at each other with inquisitive looks and wonder what their boss did to make you flirt back. When you flip your hair, he'll look on with delight in his eyes and he might stroke your locks while flirting with you. He'll ask around what your favorites are; your favorite color, song, dessert, dinner, well just about anything so he can impress you by surprising you with your favorites! He may "bump" into you in the streets of Tombstone and then to your delight he has a bouquet of flowers and a small box of chocolates because he knows how much you love both. Your gratitude is so satisfying, he is willing to do this for you as often as he can. When other men flirt with you and you are clearly uncomfortable, Curly Bill swoops in and rescues you from the undeserving thugs to show you how far he'll go to protect you. He doesn't expect anything in return other than validation and your adoration. And when you're being approached by an unworthy sap head, Curly Bill saves you and allows you to freely show your appreciation for his gallantry and there's nothing he would want more than for you to show him how much you appreciate him saving you by showering him with affection. He's a man and he wants a woman who treats a chivalrous man like him with lots of attention. Don't forget he's King of the Cowboys and has a sizable ego.

When you look sad or upset, he'll do whatever it takes to make you laugh and he'll crack jokes until he sees your eyes light up and you flash the smile he loves. He may blow in your ear just to get a rise out of you and then you can't resist his charm and you hug the cowboy tight. When he bumps into you in town, he always tips his hat and winks and loves how his fellow cowboys look on with wonder.

If you've just had a success at work, Curly Bill is going to make sure YOU are celebrated and he'll take you to the restaurant and he'll stand up with some of his cowboys and shout: "Three cheers for Y/N! She makes me proud everyday!"

When you're at the market, he ensures you are always first in line and he likes to buy you treats such as pastries or doughnuts.

Everytime he sees you, he approaches you, hoping to God you won't turn him down. It's not so much that you don't want him or that you're rejecting him, it's that you did it in front of his friends or worse - the Earps. He's grateful that you are so appreciative of his gallantry! He doesn't have a cheerleader in his life other than a bunch of surly dudes that haven't bathed in weeks so seeing you rooting for him is enough to make him feel like he can take the world. He says, "Look at her, boys! You ever see anyone prettier than Y/N?!"

Curly Bill sees men try to flirt with you and is always by your side in an instant to protect you. Once he knows what you love, be may insert your interest into an inside joke!

Overall, Curly Bill's flirting is a combination of physical play and humor. He delights in cracking jokes, letting you make jokes about him and playing with you by touching and tickling you. He loves getting a rise out of you and will do whatever it takes to get your attention when he's flirting.

#tombstone cowboys #western romance #curly bill brocius #tombstone movie #johnny ringo #love #how curly bill would react #how curly Bill flirts #flirting #tickling

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