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US Navy F-8J Crusader of VF-24 in flight - 1975
#Navy#USN#Vaught#F-8#Crusader#Carrier based fighter#fighter#jet#aircraft#Military#aviation#plane#Naval aviation#combat aircraft
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Assorted Ferraris
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1952 Ford Truck Model F-8. 'Hauling 12 tons of steel, my running costs is Only 6c a mile'
Source: Time Magazine
Published at: https://propadv.com/automobiles-ad-and-poster-collection/ford-ad-and-poster-collection/
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802 NASA F-8C Crusader Digital Fly-by-Wire Dryden by Jason Grant Via Flickr: © Jason Grant - All Rights Reserved unauthorized use is strictly prohibited.
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NASA Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird 61-7980 by Mark Allison Via Flickr: NASA 844 on display at the Neil A Armstrong Flight Test Center at Edwards Air Force Base. Other aircraft in shot include the F-15B ACTIVE (NASA 837), HL-10 Lifting Body (NASA 804), and F-8 Supercritical Wing (NASA 810). -16/10/2022
#NASA#Lockheed#SR-71#Blackbird#61-7980#844#SR-71A#F-15#F-15B#ACTIVE#837#HL-10#Lifting#Body#804#F-8#Supercritical#Wing#810#Neil#A#Armstrong#Flight#Test#Center#Edwards#Air#Force#Base#KEDW
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both ethan winters and ashley graham were born in 1984, so i swapped their places
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alt version with pants!
#ethan winters#ashley graham#leon kennedy#resident evil#resident evil fanart#rebhfun#resident evil village#resident evil 8#re8#resident evil 4#re4 remake#i think ethan would be so sassy#hes just mad all the time#what do u mean u wont give me ur gun#he mutters a curse under his breathe and leon is like what was that and ethan is like nothing#its nothing like ashleys “eeek!! leon help me!!!”#its like “LEOOONNNNNNNNNN”#using all the air in his lungs#they would bicker all the time#but leon would still save his butt#and ethan would be like “whatever f off but thanks”
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Cant wait for don ‘was gifted a loving father’ quixote/sancho acting skill put into test against hong lu’s horrendous family
#project moon#limbus company#it would be funny that hong lu said the abuse was actually affection only for sancho to drop the f word#limbus sancho#limbus hong lu#lcb don quixote#lcb sancho#canto vii spoilers#canto 7 spoilers#canto 8#canto viii
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-It's not your impression, he really did it.
#I COULD BE VERY WRONG. BUT I'M SURE GRIAN MANAGED TO MAKE 8/9 KILLS IN YESTERDAY'S SESSION ““ONLY””..#I'M LITERALLY ALREADY WONDERING WHEN THE LAST EPISODE/SESSION WILL BE..... SUCH MANY MORE KILLS AKXBAKBXKABKZBSJDB#also- press “f” for the two members of the bad boys group: jimmy and joel..#they were very good in the series. and even with their deaths. i hope grian can win for them! <3#I will always keep in my heart what a good trio they were. love them really much😭#c!grian fanart#c!grian#grian limited life#limited life smp spoilers#limited life spoilers#limited life#limited life smp#grian fanart#grian mc#grian#trafficblr#ltlsmp#i'm mel and this is my blog✌️#my art blog#art#my art#my art <3#art mel#my art style#fanart#bad boys#?#kabxiwxshjsjshsb#mcytblr#mcyt
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F-8J Crusader of VF-191 landing aboard the USS Oriskany during a deployment to Vietnam - Nov 1970
#USN#Navy#Vought#F-8#Crusader#carrier landing#combat aircraft#fighter#jet#Military aviation#Vietnam era#airpower#Naval aviation
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#z lens#14-30#nikkor#14-30 mm#14-30mm#f4#14-30/f#lens#nikon lens#nikon#Z8#Z 8#Nikon Z8#Nikon Z 8#urban#street#street photo#street photography#street shooter#street shooters#street photographer#photographers on tumblr#photography#photographers of tumblr#original photographer#photo#original photographers#nikon photographer#nikon photography#documentary
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F-PLTB, F-8L Falco, Legend'Air en Limousin, St Junien, 7 September 2019 by Gordon Riley
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Armstrong and Scott with Hatches Open
"Astronauts Neil A. Armstrong and David R. Scott sit with their spacecraft hatches open while awaiting the arrival of the recovery ship, the USS Leonard F. Mason after the successful, but early, completion of their Gemini VIII mission. They are assisted by USAF Pararescuemen Eldrige M. Neal, Larry D. Huyett, and Glenn M. Moore. The overhead view shows the Gemini 8 spacecraft with the yellow flotation collar attached to stabilize the spacecraft in choppy seas. The green marker dye is highly visible from the air and is used as a locating aid."
Date: March 16, 1966
NASA ID: S66-18602
#GT-8#GT-VIII#Gemini 8#Gemini VIII#SC8#NASA#Gemini Program#Project Gemini#splash down#recovery#March#1966#Pacific Ocean#USS Leonard F. Mason#USS Leonard F. Mason (DD-852)#Gearing class#Destroyer#ship#United States Navy#US Navy#Navy#USN#my post
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A/N ::: 😳. Iiiii ... Ok. So I'm never this creative to think of such things like ... oh, idk. Kafka likes to roleplay with his girl - kinda fucked up things. Like, being a little rough in bed. Both ways - roughing and being roughed up. Idk. I just totally see him being the best fucking husbando/boyfriendo ever. Sorry Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, oh god, and Baji. ANYWAY. Yeah. This Kafka stuff just keeps oozing from my fingers and I'm in no hurry to stop. I hope you guys enjoy this!
C/W ::: Roleplay (on the rougher side - not violent, per se - but not like petting a kitten either ... no pun intended), unprotected P->V, hands-on stuff, a little tossing of the other person around but like I said, I don't think it's like, too too rough. You've read this far, heed the warning if you think this won't be for you =). That's why we put them here!
WC ::: Under 1,200 (I'm coming back around, you guys!!)
MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE, THANK YOU.
You bite your bottom lip as Kafka growls against your skin. His words and his tone are harsh, but his touch … it’s painfully soft. The slight pressure of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue against the sensitive skin of your neck. It makes your stomach flutter, and your eyes roll back.
He breathes heavily against you as he moves his mouth lower, to your shoulder, then down, across your collarbone and back up again.
"You're sending me really, really mixed signals here, Kafka. You're mouth is literally saying one thing while your body does another."
"You don't say," he says.
"I do say."
He huffs and lifts his head to look you in the eyes, his own dark, pupils blown wide. "What do you want me to say?" he says, his voice low, rough. "That I like you?
"I mean, yeah. That would be nice. But maybe a little consistency first?"
"I like you," he says, "But I also hate you. So I don't know. What should I do?"
You try to shimmy away from him but his grip just tightens and there's no way you can get out of his arms.
He leans in, his breath tickling your ear and you shiver. "Do you want me to let you go?" he whispers.
"What I want is ..." You sigh, "What I want," you say slowly, "Is for you to get over yourself." You take a deep breath. "I know that you want me, at the very least. Why are you being so gentle and rough with me at the same time?"
He huffs. "It's complicated," he says. "I like you. I do. And .... But ..."
"But what?" You ask.
"But nothing. It's not important."
He looks down again at your body pressed into the mattress. His hands sliding down your shoulders to your elbows.
You try to wiggle your wrist free from his large hand. You want to grab him by the chin and make him look you in the eye, but he still has an unreasonably tight grip on you.
He glances at you through his lashes, his mouth curled into a devious smirk. "You want something, little one?"
You shout, "That's it! That's it! I've had enough of your patronizing. You're gonna get it now, Kafka."
You can feel your temperature rise and your willpower falter. Mustering every tiny little ounce of strength you have in your much smaller body you flip him over so he's on his back. Though you have a feeling that he went willingly. You don't care though. You're just happy that the tables have turned - in your favor, too.
For now, anyway.
You squat over him on the bed and straddle his torso, placing your knees on either side of his ears, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest.
He laughs at you and asks why you're not putting your full weight down on him. "You think you're gonna hurt me, you little fly."
You see him smile at you, a sharp-toothed grin. "Come on," he says, "You're not going to hurt me. I want you to give it your best shot, though. G'head."
You lean forward, putting your full weight on him and he laughs. "Oh-hoh, now you've done it," he says. "You should not have done that."
The laughter stops and his eyes narrow as you press your hand to his cheek, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He leans forward, trying to bite at your fingers and you pull your hand away, making him growl again. This time in frustration, you’re sure of it.
You place your hand on his throat, pushing him back down onto the bed.
"Enough," you say, your voice low, barely more than a whisper. "It's time to stop playing around."
His eyes widen as you lean in, pressing your mouth against his. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes, his mouth opening under yours.
His tongue brushes against your lips, and you open for him, your own tongue meeting his.
You can taste the sweetness of his mouth, and the taste makes you hungry for more. You press closer, your teeth clicking together as you try to deepen the kiss.
Kafka wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you continue to kiss. You feel his cock harden against your thigh and you moan.
You press your hips down, rubbing against him, his cock sliding against your pussy through the thin black lace of your underwear.
You break the kiss, panting, your body is on fire.
Kafka groans as you begin to rock your hips, grinding your pussy harder yet against his cock.
"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes glazed over, his lips swollen from your kiss.
You reach between you, grabbing his cock, squeezing it tightly as you stroke it, your hand sliding up and down his shaft.
"Do you want me?" you ask, leaning in, your lips brushing against his.
"Yes," he says, his voice rough, his breathing ragged. "Fuck yes."
"Then," you say, kissing him deeply. "take me, Kafka."
An animalistic sound escapes his throat as he flips you over onto your back, his body pressing you down into the bed.
You moan as he pushes his cock inside you, stretching you open. He fills you completely, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy.
He begins to move, his thrusts slow and steady as he fucks you, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your walls squeeze him tightly.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you rock your hips, meeting his offerings.
You look up at him, face flushed.
He looks down at you, his expressions are intense, but he never shifts his focus. His movements become harder, faster. Almost desperate in his attempt to navigate this fare.
You gasp as you feel him hit just the right spot, making your vision blur. You dig your nails into his back, clinging to him as your orgasm hits you like a surprise wave. Despite knowing full well what the outcome of this would be, the result never ceases to amaze you.
He never ceases to amaze you.
Kafka groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. As he fucks you through your orgasm, he approaches his own.
He slams his cock into you one last time, his body going rigid as he begins to cum, his cock pulsing heavily as he fills you with all he's got.
You cling to him, your bodies pressed together, your heart racing as you both come down from the almost violent release of energy.
Kafka rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.
"You are amazing," he whispers. "Absolutely … fucking ... amazing."
You smile and kiss him softly, your fingers stroking his cheek. "I almost believed you for a minute there, Kaf. Your growly voice is super sexy, but my god. I thought you were a little pissed for a second. Let's do this again. Soon, mm?"
You lift his chin to take stock of his face and you know you'll never tire of seeing his kind eyes looking back at you. "Hey, I love you, you know."
You can't see it, but you're pretty sure he's blushing. The heat radiating from his face against your shoulder washed up like a sunrise; It was slow, but you felt every little prickle of warmth overtake everything it touched.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.
"I love you too," he whispers. "You know I do. You know I'll never stop, yeah?"
You smile and close your eyes, letting the near total darkness of the room wrap you both up in a blanket of promises.
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#kafka hibino#kafka hibino smut#kafka hibino x reader#kafka x reader#hibino kafka#kaiju no. 8#kn8#kn8 smut#kafka x you#kafka x y/n#kn8 x reader#kn8 x you#kaiju no. 8 x reader#kaiju no. 8 anime#kafka smut#kaiju no 8 anime#kaiju no 8#kaiju no 8 x reader#holy f- need this man to pin me down and give me what for - be like how was that too rough too soft give me feedback#though i don' need it#he's become the man of my dreams even when i'm awake - i should check myself in to our cute lil psych hosp and rewire my brain cuz damn son#down bad for this one#fell hard but thats ok#yeah i realize how nuts i sound#knowing is half the battle#right#RIGHT?#i hope you guys like reading this as much as I liked writing it#and hahahahahahahahah#you ppl out there who like to bitch can't get on my ass cuz he's 32!!!!!!! ALREADY OLD BITCHES!!!!!
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