#Marine Aviation Group

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🔴E-2C Hawkeye Land On Nimitz-Class Aircraft Carrier

PACIFIC OCEAN (Aug. 7, 2007) - An E-2C Hawkeye, attached to the squot; Golden Hawks squot; of Carrier Airborne Early Warning Squadron (VAW) 112, lands on the flight deck of the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier USS John C. Stennis (CVN 74) after completing a training mission as part of exercise Valiant Shield 2007. The John C. Stennis, Kitty Hawk and Nimitz Carrier Strike Groups are participating in Valiant Shield 2007, the largest joint exercise in recent history. Held in the Guam operating area, the exercise includes 30 ships, more than 280 aircraft and more than 20,000 service members from the Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps, and Coast Guard. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Jon Hyde

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Chasseur Grumman F6F Hellcat aux couleurs japonaises retrouvé par un marine du Marine Aircraft Group 31 – Base aérienne navale de Yokosuka – Guerre du Pacifique – Japon – 8 septembre 1945

Photographe : Sergent C. R. McDade

©National Museum of the US Navy - 127-GW-1627-134955

Le Marine Air Group 31 a décollé d'Okinawa pour occuper la base aérienne de Yokosuka après la capitulation du Japon.

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USMC Hornet Swarm over the Pacific coast in SOCAL

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60 years ago…eventful year for astronaut John Glenn 1964 was an amazing year for US Marine Corps LtCol John Glenn, as he withdraw his candidacy for the Ohio Democratic nomination for US Senator due to an inner ear ailment. Glenn also announced his retirement from the US Marine Corps after 22 years of service but President Lyndon B. Johnson got John Glenn promoted to full Colonel by October 1964, with Glenn retiring in December 1964. This 1962 “Friendship 7” era photograph shows Mercury 7 astronaut John Glenn autographing Mercury-Atlas launch photographs. Note he wore the bespoke 24 hours black dial LeCoultre “astronaut watch”, a NASA STG distributed time piece for all Mercury 7 astronauts to wear between September 1959 and October 1963. (Photo: AP/NASA)

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(8/24/2021) United Kingdom (U.K.) Carrier Strike Group (CSG 21) and USS America Expeditionary Strike Group (AMA ESG) with embarked 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit, begin multinational advanced aviation operations in support of Large Scale Global Exercise (LSGE) 21, Aug. 20. Together, the forward-deployed ships of ESG 7 and elements of the 31st MEU are operating in the U.S. 7th Fleet area of responsibility to enhance interoperability with allies and partners, and serve as a ready response force to defend peace and stability in the Indo-Pacific region. USN Image

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Medal of Honor Monday: Jefferson DeBlanc

At about this time in 1921, a hero is born. Jefferson DeBlanc was just a young boy when he discovered a love for aviation. An airplane had made an emergency landing in a pasture close to his home in Louisiana, and the stranded pilot let Jefferson climb into the cockpit of his plane.

Naturally, DeBlanc was hooked. Of course, no one could know what was coming: DeBlanc would not only learn to fly, but he would also go on to become a hero in the skies of the Pacific!

Then-First Lt. DeBlanc’s heroism came on January 31, 1943, as he led a group of fighter planes on a mission near Kolombangara in the Solomon Islands. Eight fighters from Marine Fighting Squadron 112 were to escort dive bombers and torpedo planes towards their Japanese targets.

The story continues here: https://www.taraross.com/post/tdih-jefferson-deblanc

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Randy’s Warbird Profiles: Grumman F7F-3P Tigercat

June 28, 2024 Angela Decker Warbirds News 0

By Randy Malmstrom

Since his childhood, Randy Malmstrom has had a passion for aviation history and historic military aircraft in particular. He has a particular penchant for documenting specific airframes with a highly detailed series of walk-around images and an in-depth exploration of their history, which have proved to be popular with many of those who have seen them, and we thought our readers would be equally fascinated too. If Randy’s last name seems familiar, it is because the U.S. Air Force’s present-day Malmstrom AFB, near Great Falls, Montana is named in honor of his cousin, Col Einar Axel Malmstrom. Col Malmstrom commanded the 356th Fighter Group during WWII, flying P-47 Thunderbolts, the first of Randy’s articles featured an example of the type, P-47D 45-49406 (N7159Z) at the Flying Heritage & Combat Armor Museum in Everett, Washington.

This installment of Randy Malmstrom’s aircraft profiles takes a look at the Grumman F7F Tigercat. On January 2, 1930, Grumman Aircraft Engineering Aircraft Corporation was founded by Leroy (“Roy”) Grumman three of his friends, Leon (“Jake”) Swirbul, William Schwendler, and Edmund Ward Pool, when they left Loening Aeronautical Engineering Corporation. First located in Baldwin, New York, the plant was moved to Valley Stream and Farmingdale before moving to Bethpage, New York in 1937. Initially nicknamed the “Tomcat” (but considered too suggestive), what became the “Tigercat” was designed as a carrier-based aircraft for the larger U.S. Navy Midway-class carriers.

Detail design began in 1941 but was delayed by including an “unsatisfactory” tailhook design and poor directional stability with only one engine operational, but the biggest delays came from the Navy asking Grumman to give priority to the development and production of the Hellcat. The Tigercat was powered by a pair of Pratt & Whitney R-2800-34W Double Wasp radial engines and was fitted with four M2 cannons (two in each wing root) and four 0.50 cal. M2 Browning machine guns in the nose. It had a max payload of 2,000 lbs. and could be configured to as a single or two-seater.

XF7F 1 at Moffett Field 1946

XF7F-1 BuNo 03550, the second prototype, at Moffett Field, California in 1946. NASA photo

In November 1944, F7F-1 BuNo 80291 completed the type’s carrier qualification trials aboard USS Shangri-La (CV-38), but by that time the land-based VMF-911 had been training on F7F-1s at MCAS Cherry Point, North Carolina since the summer of 1944. After producing just 34 -1s, Grumman began turning out F7F-2s, which, at the Navy’s request provided space for a radar operator, which required the capacity of the reserve fuel tank to be reduced from 426 to 375 gallons.

The story of the Tigercat in World War II is a case of so close, yet so far. The first squadron to receive the F7F-2N was Marine Night Fighter Squadron Five three One (VMF(N)-531) Grey Ghosts, which embarked aboard USS Attu (CVE-102) on July 24, 1945. As the ship neared Guam, the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima on August 6. After unloading in Guam, the squadron arrived on Okinawa on September 1, the day before the Japanese signed the “Japanese Instrument of Surrender the following day. The same fate befell Marine Photographic Squadrons Two Five Four (VMD-254) and Three Five Four (VMD-354), both of which operated the F7F-3P. The combat debut of the Tigercat would have to wait five years just across the Sea of Japan. During Korea, VMF(N)-542 Tigers and -513 Flying Nightmares flew night interdiction and close air support sorties with the latter squadron shooting down a pair of Po-2 biplanes on night harassment raids. Combat operations for the Tigercat ended in April 1952, when the Flying Nightmares flew it final combat sortie, although a number of F7F-3N/-4N/-3Ps continued to fly in non-combat roles until the end of the war.

While 1,500 Tigercats were commissioned, fewer than 500 were delivered, and, to my knowledge, only eight remain airworthy. This particular F7F-3P, BuNo 80483, was delivered to the U.S. Navy on July 24, 1945 and was assigned to NAS San Diego. After 46 hours of non-combat flying time, it was relegated to the boneyard at NAS Litchfield Park, Arizona but became one of less than twenty Tigercats eventually rescued from Litchfield. This example flew for SIS Q Flying Services out of Santa Rosa, California. In 1962, SIS Q Flying Services of Santa Rosa, California won a National Forest Service contract to provide airborne forest fighting services in California and Oregon and acquired a number of Tigercats, including 80483, and outfitted them for aerial fire fighting operations. Registered as N6178C, this aircraft flew over 1,300 hours with SIS Q Flying Services before eventually being sold.

Grumman F7F 3N Tigercat Sis Q Santa Rosa CA March 3 1988 RuthAS

Our subject Tigercat in Santa Rosa, California on March 29, 1988 during its career with Sis Q Flying Services. RuthAS photo.

In November 1988, it was shipped to Duxford, U.K., and for a time was painted as a Tigercat of U.S. Marine Corps VMF(N)-542. It was then acquired by a John Sessions entity in 2003 for the Historic Flight Foundation which is now shuttered but was previously located in Spokane, Washington. In 2016, it was sold to Comanche Maverick Air, L.L.C., a Houston, Texas-based entity, owned by Dan Friedkin. It is currently painted as an F7F-3P with tail code “MW” of U.S. Marine Corps VMJ-1, and in the name of a former Tigercat pilot, aeronautical engineer and author Lieutenant Commander A.M. “Mike” Granat, United States Navy (Ret.), Lt Commander Granat flew over 30 aircraft, including the Tigercat.

About Randy Malmstrom

Randy Malmstrom grew up in a family steeped in aviation culture. His father, Bob, was still a cadet in training with the U.S. Army Air Forces at the end of WWII, but did serve in Germany during the U.S. occupation in the immediate post-war period, where he had the opportunity to fly in a wide variety of types which flew in WWII. After returning to the States, Bob became a multi-engine aircraft sales manager and as such flew a wide variety of aircraft; Randy frequently accompanied him on these flights. Furthermore, Randy’s cousin, Einar Axel Malmstrom flew P-47 Thunderbolts with the 356th FG from RAF Martlesham Heath. He was commanding this unit at the time he was shot down over France on April 24th, 1944, spending the rest of the war as a Prisoner of War. Following his repatriation at war’s end, Einar continued his military service, attaining the rank of Colonel. He was serving as Deputy Wing Commander of the 407th Strategic Fighter Wing at Great Falls AFB at the time of his death in a T-33 training accident on August 21st, 1954. The base was renamed in his honor in October 1955 and continues to serve in the present U.S. Air Force as home to the 341st Missile Wing. Randy’s innate interest in history in general, and aviation history in particular, plus his educational background and passion for WWII warbirds, led him down his current path of capturing detailed aircraft walk-around photos and in-depth airframe histories, recording a precise description of a particular aircraft in all aspects.

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Angela Decker, from McPherson, Kansas, discovered her passion for aviation after earning a Master’s in Military History from Norwich University in 2011. Since 2012, she has volunteered with vintage aviation groups, excelling as a social media content creator and coordinator. Angela has coordinated aviation and WWII events, appeared as Rosie the Riveter, and is restoring a Stearman aircraft. She is the Operations Logistics Coordinator at CAF Airbase Georgia and an accountant with a degree in Economics from the University of Georgia. Her son, Caden, shares her love for aviation and history and is studying Digital Media Arts.

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Rooster's File (Eng ver.)

General Data 

Name : Bradshaw Bradley 

YG (Year Group) : 09 

Date (this file was) Processed : 200415 

SSN (Social Security Number) : **** 

Designator : 1310 (Naval aviator) 

Date of Birth : 840627 

Age : 35 

Prof. Serv. Date:

Promotional History 

Current Flag : 

CAPT (Captain, O6): 

CDR (Commander, O5): 

LCDR (Lieutenant Commander, O4): 

LT (Lieutenant, O3): 150522 

LTJG (Lieutenant junior grade, O2) : 130522 

ENS (Ensign, O1) : 110522 

Current WRNT :

Current Duty 

Present Duty Station Title : STRKFIGHTON EIGHT SEVEN (Strike Fighter Squadron 87 / VFA-87) 

Present Billet Title : AVTR (Aviator)

Education - Formal (College)

College : UVA (University of Virginia)

Year : 09 

Level : BACH/1 PR (Bachelor's+ 1 In-Progress?/ 1 Primary??) 

Major : POLY SCI (Political Science)

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Language : SPA (Spanish)

Proficiency : 1010 (Basic)

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Sub Specialty : ED2 (TRV LSO CVN / Training Landing Signal Officer (LSO) for Aircraft Carriers (CVN) - completed the necessary training and is qualified to serve as an LSO on nuclear-powered aircraft carriers (CVN))

Education - Service Schools

(Navy-sponsored graduate courses, administered by the Superintendent of the Naval Postgraduate School) 

Course Name : (none)

Completed : (none)

Duration : (none)

Previous Service 

Active Duty Base Date | Previous Military Service | Year | Months | Highest Rate-Grade 

060413 | ACTIVE | 4 | 01 | HT2 (Hull Maintenance Technician) 

090522 | ACTIVE | 11 | 02 | LT/O3 (Lieutenant, O3)

Personal Decorations/Award  

AIR MDL S/F (Air Medal S/F) : 02  ("Strike/Flight" for participation in sustained aerial flight operations)

NAV COM (Navy Commendation Medal) : 02 

NAV ACHV (Navy & Marine Corps Achievement Medal) : 03

NATL DEF (National Defense Service Medal) : 01

Special Qualifications

AVIATOR

SFTI (Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor. TOP GUN Graduate)

LT ATK FA1801 (Light Attack FA-18 : Successfully completed an ACTC curriculum Level II)

PLTTRA JET 01 (Pilot Training Jet :  Successfully completed CNATRA Training Wing I or Training Wing 2 Jet syllabus)

Remark 

Pay Status - D82 

Total Years Federal Service - 15.03 

Address: VA BEACH VA (Virginia Beach, Virginia)

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Sources:

- ED2/TRV LSO CVN (Thanks to @moon8622) / LSO NATOPS: https://info.publicintelligence.net/LSO-NATOPS-MAY09.pdf

- Service Schools: https://mccareer.files.wordpress.com/2015/06/service-schools-complete-list1.pdf

- AQD codes :   https://www.mynavyhr.navy.mil/Portals/55/Reference/NOOCS/Vol1/Manual_I_78_PTD_AQD_Jan22.pdf?ver=7s9cc609qUjGPP9xD8cFEg%3D%3D

-  AIR MDL S/F : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_Medal

-  NAV COM : http://www.navywriter.com/navy-commendation-medal.htm

-  NAV ACHV : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achievement_Medal

-  NATL DEF : https://www.medalsofamerica.com/blog/national-defense-service-medal-blog-post/#:~:text=The%20National%20Defense%20Service%20medal%20is%20awarded%20to%20those%20who,Reserve%20during%20the%20Gulf%20War.

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Nico Vyzeem, Wroonian Pilot; created by me with art by Will Nunes

Here is the original brief description I wrote: "Born and bred to fly the stars, Nico is a former Imperial civilian pilot now seeking his fame and fortune as an independent astro-aviator." I loved Rogue One, and took some inspiration from the character of Bohdi Rook. To me, he did not seem like he was in the Imperial Navy, but I know the movie wasn't very clear.  To me he seemed like how in the real world there are people who work for the government and with the military, but are not IN the military themselves.  So, I took that idea and had that he went to a galactic equivalent of the Merchant Marine Academy and then worked as a civilian pilot for the Empire for a term. I added some elements to the Wroonian culture (since it is pretty bare bones anyway), a being called "The Kestral of Life".  The Kestral is something that perhaps used to be an aspect of a religion or a belief system for Wroonians in ages past, but now is just something that has barely any meaning.  I was coming from the angle how in the real world many people have crosses or crucifixes in their house or on a necklace, but they really just do it because its always been done in their family.  So, for modern Wroonians, it is simply a traditional or cultural symbol, something worn or hung on a wall that is just done without too much meaning. Nicuzzal "Nico" Vyzeem grew up with this symbol, and sure he wore it as a pendant on a necklace most of his life, but like most Wroonians he didn't believe it was real.  That is until he was persuaded that the myth and symbol was inspired by something real, that there really is a being called The Kestral of Life.  The intentional misspelling of Kestrel was supposed to indicate it was not a little bird from our real world, it was really a being of great power, more like the Phoenix or one of the large SW space beings or perhaps even an aspect of the Force, and if you found it The Kestral would grant you your heart's desire.  Within the game (as I am sure most of you who play know) there is part of the character creation process called "Obligation" and "Motivation", so I tied both of these into The Kestral myth for Nico.  However, I told my GM this is simply what Nico believes, it doesn't mean its true.  At various times in the game, my character lied to everyone in order to find more clues as to how to find The Kestral of Life. I played this character in a campaign that lasted nearly 2 years. We started off with 3 players then moved to 5, and we had a lot of fun, despite feeling frustrated much of the time due to the story.  We started with the original 3 being crew on a tramp freighter, and while the Captain was a smuggler, he was also part of a larger syndicate of criminals/pirates whose main bread and butter was slavery.  Our PCs didnt know that to start, but we soon learned as we became patsies in a scheme the Captain had with an ISB agent, and we were left in jail while the Captain got let go and split the earnings with the ISB dude. This had us behind bars while the larger slavery-pirate syndicate moved in and started snatching people in the little town where the local Marshall had us imprisoned.  Since it was just him and one deputy, we convinced him to let us go and we would help defend the town. While we made a difference, we didn't save everyone.  Our little group then promised we would do what we could to find and rescue those kidnapped.  The town gave us a busted up Barloz, and we fixed it up and off we went with no credits other than what they collected when they "passed the hat"; we named our ship Dressen's Triumph.  The whole campaign for nearly 2 years was trying to track and rescue the townsfolk.

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: You and Jake move forward in your relationship and discuss some things that can be awkward sometimes.

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It's a few weeks later and your life with Jake has started to fall into an easy rhythm. He has started his job at Top Gun and is really enjoying it. You can tell by the stories he tells you about his students he is genuinely engaged in making them better pilots. Not to mention some of them are hilarious. Jake spends most of his time away from work with you and spends the night more often than not. He has wisely brought some of his shower products and a few other necessities to your house. The rate at which your relationship is growing feels right, feels natural and unforced.

You find yourself thinking of the blond aviator at work and a goofy smile comes to your face. Sheila, the other token woman in your work group, has started calling it your "Jake Face." Sheila being one of the few people you're close to at work. You'll grab lunch and drinks together a few times a month. You smiled like an idiot when she told you the other day over tacos,

"You seem really happy, I hope all this works out for you."

You laugh when you think of her reaction to meeting Jake last week. She happened to be coming in the building at the same time as Jake was saying goodbye to you after you had met for lunch and he walked you back to work. You introduced them,

"Shiela, this is my boyfriend, Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Jake, this is my favorite coworker, Sheila Adams."

Sheila wasted no time in saying to Jake,

"So, you're the one she gets that lovey dovey face for at random times."

You blush and before you can say anything back.

"It's probably the same face that my coworkers make fun of me for," he replies.

Before the conversation can escalate, you kiss Jake on the cheek and say,

"See you at home later."

He kisses you back on the cheek and takes the hint,

"See you later, babe."

Sheila and you walk to the elevator and she mercifully waits till the doors close before she gushes, "You didn't tell you you were dating a Greek god. That boy is like movie star gorgeous, good on you. Does he have a brother?"

You laugh,

"Yes, he does, he's a doctor and he's taken. Sorry Sheila."

She sighs,

"I'll just have to appreciate the view when you bring him around."

You laugh as long as you can before the elevator arrives at your floor.

You got home first that day and started pulling out some things to get dinner started. You've found that Jake has pretty similar eating habits to yours, pretty healthy with occasional treats. Your approach is to maintain your body to do the activities you like to do with good food as fuel. He obviously takes great care of his body and keeps himself in peak condition because flying a fighter jet is a very physical activity. You've pulled out the chicken that's been marinating, and the start of a large salad, and grabbed some asparagus to throw on the grill with the chicken. You step out to your patio garden and pick a ripe tomato, a few random herbs, and a red pepper to throw in the salad. You're back at the kitchen sink rinsing the vegetables when you feel those familiar arms snake around your waist and Jake's slightly stubbled chin on the side of your neck. He murmurs,

"Hello there,"

as he kisses your cheek and gives you a hardy squeeze. You lean back and give him a peck on the cheek and say,

"Welcome home."

He breaks the hug and asks,

"What can I do to help?"

"Start up the grill, I've got some chicken and asparagus to cook up."

Jake agrees and by the time he has the grill going you've gotten the asparagus and chicken prepped and you hand him a platter with the food on it. The rest of dinner prep goes quickly and you are soon seated at your little dining table.

"This is good, is there rosemary in the chicken?"

he asks, patting his belly in the stereotypical gesture of fulfillment.

"Good pull, that and some thyme and lemon juice," you reply.

"Thanks for dinner, I can't tell how much I appreciate it. The thought of eating in the mess hall or cooking in my sad little kitchen for one is mildly depressing."

"You're welcome, you're very helpful and very good company."

You both make quick work of the dinner mess and as you set the dishwasher to run, you ask,

"You want to go for a walk?"

"That sounds delightful."

You throw on a pair of flip flops and you and Jake head out towards the beach. You walk along the boardwalk further back from the surf. There's a bench with a great view of the sun setting off Point Loma over the Pacific. You pull Jake's hand to sit and you do, his arm wraps around your shoulder, you tuck into his side as the night is getting cooler as the sun sets. He is staring off into the distance, thinking about something, you can tell. He looks down and catches you staring at him, grins, and asks,

"And what are you looking at, Ms. Matthews?"

It reminds you of getting caught by a teacher daydreaming and you wonder if he uses the same tone with his students.

"I was just admiring the scenery and wondering what you were thinking in that beautiful head of yours."

"The sunset is that way,"

he points and laughs. There is a slight pause and he takes your hand in his,

"You introduced me as your boyfriend today. That's the first time you've done that."

You realize he's right, you are now mildly alarmed since he's pointing it out in such a deliberate way. You take a little breath and say,

"I know we haven't put labels on anything, but I think we've moved past a lot of lesser categories and are working towards some bigger ones. I want to call you my boyfriend, are you okay with that?"

Your voice goes a little higher at the end of the question.

He breaks out that panty dropper smile, and asks,

"Are you asking you to go steady with you Elsa?"

"Yes, but only if you get to wear your letter jacket and class ring,"

you respond as you give him a mock slap to his chest. He picks up your joined hands and kisses your knuckles,

"All kidding aside, yes, you would very much like to be known to the world as your boyfriend."

You can see how happy he is with this leveling up of your relationship. You know that sometimes he feels like he's a step ahead holding his hand back to you to join him and he doesn't want to rush you. The fact that you have made this jump to him first even if it is just putting a name to all that you share has his green eyes sparkling. He leans down to kiss you and you wrap your arms around his neck. One of his hands cradles the side of your face and the other is on your back pulling you even closer to him on the bench.

You continue to kiss and grope at each other as much as is prudent in public, Jake has his uniform on still. It's only minutes later when a teenage guy yells from a passing car,

"Get a room!"

that you break apart.

You stand up first and hold out your hand to him, he stands up and takes it.

"Let's go home, before we are caught like some horny teenagers," you suggest.

Jake laughs and puts his arm around your waist and you start back towards the house. As you walk his warm hand is on your hip, his fingers playing at the lacy waistband of your underwear he can feel through your light dress. You can definitely tell what is on his mind and his gentle and unsatisfying touch is keeping it at the forefront of your brain too.

As you round a corner close to your house you take a quick look around, stop and put your back to the wall of the building you are next to pull Jake towards you. You reach up and pull his head down to give him a kiss. This is not a gentle kiss, you open your mouth and as soon as he mirrors yours you practically shove your tongue down his throat. you hear a small sound of surprise turn quickly into a moan. Your hands are all over each other. Wisely, you pull back from the kiss and say,

"We need to get home."

He nods as he touches his lips and grabs your hand to quicken the pace of walking. It's only one more block to your house, for which you are incredibly thankful for. You push your luck tucking under his arm and wrap your arm around his waist, settling your hand into his back pocket. He looks down at you and smirks and says,

"You are playing a dangerous game, El,"

in such a deep voice that you can feel the rumble through his chest. It almost sounds like a growl.

"Am I?"

you say as you take the last few steps to your front door and unlock it. You look over your shoulder and he is right behind you smirking. You step through the door and suddenly Jake has picked you up and backed you against the wall, he kicks the door closed.

Your legs and arms wrap around him instinctively and his lips are on yours hard and ready, almost bruising. You are pulling at the bottom of his uniform shirt trying to feel his skin in some way. He pins you against the wall and supports you with his legs as he hastily unbuttons his shirt and flings it to the floor. He pulls off his undershirt and drops it. One of his hands returns to holding your right leg and he leans you forward towards him just enough to pull your dress off. He plants his hand on the wall next to you to support his weight. His mouth is on your breasts, instantly sucking and gently biting at your nipples make them hard as his saliva cools on them. He moves his mouth up to your neck where he is sucking hard at the skin, you wonder if I'll have a hickey tomorrow. You lean down and return the favor on his neck, just gently scraping your teeth along the thick cords of his neck. You trail one hand down his torso and try to undo his belt buckle leaving your other arm around his neck.

Jake quickly pulls his hand down and makes quick work of his belt buckle and zipper. He pushes his underwear down just enough to free his cock. He is hard and ready against you, your underwear in the way.

"God, El, you're so ready, so hot, so wet,"

he grunts out as he thrusts against you, your underwear now more than an annoyance. He pulls back his hand from the wall tugging at your underwear. The ripping sounds echoes through the room and suddenly Jake is inside you.

"Did you just rip my underwear off?"

you ask, more panting than speaking between each thrust.

"Couldn't wait any longer. Needed you,"

he replies back in the same breathy pattern. You move down the wall a little bit each time he thrusts and he is getting deeper into you each time. His hands are firmly holding your legs up and in place for him to fuck you.

"El, touch yourself. Make yourself come around my cock,"

he demands from where his face is pressed into the crook of your neck.

You comply and move your hand down quickly, you are so turned on and almost overwhelmed by his deep thrusts into you that you know it won't take much. You run hard circles around your clit and your moans become louder as Jake's do.

You start to mumble the thoughts that are swirling around in your brain.

"Oh god, Jake, fuck–," you stutter overwhelmed by one particularly deep thrust that you feel all the way up to your cervix.

"So good. God I love your cock, I'm getting close, Jake. I'm going to come around your cock and I want you to come inside me, fill me up with your come."

His moans start to turn ragged and you press on your clit a little harder triggering your orgasm like a tidal wave. You clench hard around Jake and he is spilling inside you on his next thrust, same dirty talk, flowing from him,

"Fuck El, so good, so good."

He slowly stills as the waves of your orgasm are flooding over you, making you clench around him each time earning you another cry of pleasure from him. Your legs are shaking as he puts you down gently after pulling out of you. Jake leans down to kiss you and you step up on your tiptoes to reach his lips, the kiss is long and sweet. A contrast to the intense passion you just shared. He looks down at you and you both start to laugh, the humor of the situation catching up to you.

"That was amazing, gotta keep that in the playbook for later,"

you say as you lean down to retrieve your dress.

"Although, I might run out of underwear I'd we do it too much."

Jake laughs,

"What a pity that would be, you forced to go commando all the time."

He is pulling his pants and underwear off and picking up his uniform shirt. He has some casual clothes he has stashed here that he'll put on to hang around the rest of the night. You head to the bathroom for some cleanup and meet him in the bedroom as he is hanging up his clothes, presumably so he can rewear some of them. You are looking through your underwear drawer for a replacement pair when he wraps his arms around you from behind. He has put on a faded NAVY shirt and a pair of boxer briefs.

"That wasn't too rough, was it? you don't want to hurt you,"

he asks, sincerely. He is gently kissing the hickey on your neck as he says it.

You turn around and look him in the eyes and answer his question,

"That wasn't too rough, it was hot as hell. Don't worry, Jake, I'll let you know when it's too much. And if we venture into some of those other areas and kinks, then we'll set up a safe word, etc."

Jake's eyes widen for a moment and then that smirk of his forms on his face.

"Are you telling me, Elsa, that you have some specific interests you want to incorporate into the bedroom?"

"Yes, you have some interests, fantasies, kinks, whatever we want to call them."

You pretend to accidentally grope his cock as you lean down to put on another pair of underwear earning a hitch in his breath as the touch registers. You stand back up.

"I also assume you have some things you'd like to add to our repertoire," you say as you head out to the kitchen for a much needed glass of water.

Jake follows and takes the glass of water you hand him before you pour your own. You can tell he's very intrigued by this conversation.

You go and sit on the couch and he joins you slinging his arm around you.

You take the lead, you get the feeling that Jake doesn't want to push too hard on you in some areas, but this is one that you feel confident talking about. You've had a few terrible sex partners and have learned to ask for what you want and need.

"I want to stress this discussion isn't because I'm in any way dissatisfied with our sex life, because I've not had sex this good ever. It's because you trust you to ask you for some of these things and have you take care of me. I don't think you have any specific fetishes, but some things I like or fantasize about that are beyond the usual range of sex acts, you know, oral, hand jobs, vaginal intercourse. You?"

"Well, this is not a conversation you expected to have today, but I'm glad and honored that you're sharing this with me. And yes, you do have some things I'd like to explore with you."

Finally, he blurts out a question, "Are you trying to tell you you're into anal?"

You suppress a laugh, but you're glad he's getting over his inhibitions about talking about all this.

"I've tried it before, with guys who were smaller than you," you see him smirk and his ego puff up a little, "It was okay, it just didn't do anything for me, plus it's a lot of work, lube, and time. If you rush it, it does hurt. Is it something you're interested in?"

Jake laughs recalling a memory, "I've tried it before and had a similar experience. For you it's definitely something you see more in porn than real life and not something I need."

"How about porn? Big connoisseur, not a fan?" you ask.

"I consider it a useful tool, mostly when I'm definitely by myself and feeling lazy and just horny and need to rub one out. You?"

"It's not my go to for masturbating, it's hard to find porn where the woman is actually getting off and not faking it or it's degrading and not sexy. Prefer my own imagination."

"Well, speaking of you touching yourself, that is something I definitely want to see. I want to see you make yourself come."

You look at him and reply,

"Well that is definitely something we can make happen. We don't have to get into all the details of all of it now, there's some fun in discovering these little facets of each other. I just wanted to bring it up and have a conversation before our brains are fried by lust and some things you have to prepare for."

"Did I mention you are a smart woman?"

"Maybe, once or twice. But I like hearing it again and again."

Jake leans over and gives you a long kiss. You break apart and you yawn, the day catching up to you. You stand up and hold out your hand to Jake.

"I'm ready to crawl into bed and cuddle up with my boyfriend. Coming with me?"

A smile blooms across Jake's face, and he replies, "Sounds perfect."

Chapter 3

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[tifa1991]

Trafalgar Law and Reader Part 4.

“My...heart...you have my heart. I want to know why, but first I want it back right now" you still sounded weak but your voice had emphasis.

"I can't, at least not now" the blackhaired man said in a cold tone.

"Are you kidding me?" you got back up, ignoring the dizziness and trying not to sound too weak.

"You can't do that".

"I already did" he wandered over to a wardrobe where his long coat and a special belt hung, which he grabbed and placed on your duvet. You took it straight away, your two short swords were still there as was your small bag full of Berry. But one important thing was missing.

"Are you looking for this?" Law held a small dendenmushi in his hand, it wore small aviator sunglasses on its case and had a red scar under each eye. You were already worried he would have it.

"Why don't you tell me why you're really on Punk Hazard?"

"Because I don't know if I can trust you. I've last seen you two years ago and now you attacked me and stole my heart, while at the same time you took care of me. Maybe you should tell me what's going on first" you said in a calm, still weakened tone.

"Look, we know each other, our crews are not enemies"

"-but not friends either" he said serious, "but I understand what you're getting at. We won't get any further if we don't tell each other something" he said and you nodded.

"Is it safe here? Can I talk to you here without anyone hearing us?" He looked at you for a moment saying nothing. “Come on, Law. You’re definitely not alone in this huge thing and I’m not talking about your crew.” He closed his eyes briefly and thought about whether it would be right to reveal part of his plans. Sure, you were right, you knew each other. A little over two years ago, he and his crew landed on a winter island at the same time as you and your crew on one of the routes to the Sabaody Archipel, shortly before heading to the Sabaody Archipel itself. It turned out that parts of your crew had to work together and as chaotic and exhausting as your stubborn captain was, Trafalgar Law had to admit that he was more than capable of leading his crew and could fight. You and he proved the same when you had to fight Pacifista together with him and Eustess Kidd on the Sabaody Archipel. You four were a good team.

"It's safe in this room, wouldn't say that for other rooms," he finally said. "Okay then, for now, I suggest we start again from the beginning. I'll tell you something you want to know and then you tell me" your voice was hoarse and your throat slowly started to hurt due to being dry despite the glass of water. Law sighed and turned the chair in front of him, his right arm resting on the back and your dendensnail in his left, he looked at you with a piercing gaze. "Fine. I'll start. As I said, why are you really here on Punk Hazard and how did you find it?"

"Our Captain send three of us on a mission to find out if a dangerous rumor is true. We heard about Punk Hazard which we only knew a the Island where Akainu and Aokiji fought, that it still had a factory going on with bizarre experiments. Knowing it couldn't be found with a logport we found out what islands would be nearby and docked at yellowhealth a small trading port near dressrosa."

"So the rumors about your crew disbanding or disappearing aren't true?"

"No, only to a limited extent. We haven't disbanded, we've just gone into hiding and are operating in the background. Somehow we got deeper and deeper into the underworld of bad pirates, marines, bounty hunters, bandits and even some pretty rich people. And the name of something in particular appeared more and more often, which is said to have its origins in Punk Hazard".

Law grinned, "I understand, then you are responsible for the fact that some of the most evil pirates and criminals were gradually handed over to the Marine. I've heard some rumors myself about a group of unknown people causing turmoil in the underground, and the leader fit the description of the Captain of the Spirapirates very well. There was also talk of a woman who looked like a demon, and by then it was clear to me that you had something to do with it". "

Oh then you remember our navigator?"

"Sure, she was a Kryptid-Zoanfruituser Type Gargoyle".

You nooded. "This means she is able to sense the magnetic poles of the islands, which are not too far away. This also applies to islands that the logport cannot record, such as Punk Hazard. Normally the three of us were supposed to enter the island but the group around our captain had figured out other things. We had made quite a few enemies in the underworld and should therefore not follow this lead alone and come back to better analyze the situation from our hiding place".

[contentment-of-cats]

Local asshole is asshole, decides rules of physics do not apply to him.

Stockton Rush, that sterling asshole with the hubris of Ozymandias, decided that he believed in the Bulletproof Fallacy.

Bulletproof Fallacy = I have never been shot, therefore I am in fact bulletproof.

You see the problem with this.

So, in an interview in 2022, here are some key quotes via CNN:

"I'd like to be remembered as an innovator. I think it was General MacArthur who said, 'You’re remembered for the rules you break' and you know I've broken some rules to make this." 

Douglas MacArthur was not a man of genius, he was overrated and lionized right up until Harry Truman's foot met the back of his khakis.

"I think I've broken them with logic and good engineering behind me, the carbon fiber and titanium, there's a rule you don’t do that. Well, I did."

This man believed that the laws of physics did not apply to him. There are reams of articles on fatigue in carbon fiber and even in titanium.

"It's picking the rules that you break that are the ones that will add value to others and add value to society, and that really, to me, is about innovation. You know innovation is when you take an invention and you make it, you know, accepted broadly." 

Innovation is the telephone, the television, the home computer, insulin, MRI scans. Innovation is not an unclassed, uninspected, and apparently uninsured vehicle packed full of moneyed idiots who also ascribe to the Bulletproof Fallacy.

Now, not only did this disingenuous Real Man of Genius run off at the mouth about breaking the rules, dude, he could not have given a fart in a Texas twister about making sure his vehicle was fit for purpose.

Safe. If OceanGate had pursued a certification review “some of this may have been avoided,” Will Kohnen of the Marine Technology Society told CNN on Wednesday. Kohnen is president of the group’s submarine committee and described to CNN a 2018 conversation he had with OceanGate founder Stockton Rush addressing the society’s concerns. “We agreed to disagree,” Kohnen said. Kohnen drafted a letter to Rush on behalf of the group that outlined the concerns. “You are taking on a lot of risk and the risk you are taking might affect the entire industry,” Kohnen said, characterizing his concerns at the time. “We have a very good track record of safety and if something happens it would be a big impact to just…our safety record, and everybody had concerns about that.” “We told him that he should consider certifying it,” Kohnen said, describing the certification as the “gold standard” for safety. In a 2019 blog post on OceanGate's website, the company said classing agencies "do not ensure that operators adhere to proper operating procedures and decision-making processes — two areas that are much more important for mitigating risks at sea. The vast majority of marine (and aviation) accidents are a result of operator error, not mechanical failure." “There are 10 submarines in the world that can go 12,000 ft and deeper,” Kohnen said. “All of them are certified except the Oceangate submersible.” He also said a working beacon on the vessel would help searchers find it quicker "so that someone could direct themselves in that direction.”

This man was a deeply unserious person, head of a deeply unserious company, and a complete clown car of clowns waving red flags.

[67-romeo]

A UH-60 Black Hawk with Company B, 2nd Battalion, 25th Aviation Regiment, 25th Combat Aviation Brigade and a CH-47F Chinook with B Co., 3rd Battalion, 25th Aviation Regiment, 25th CAB conduct rappel operations with Navy divers from the U.S. Navy SEAL Delivery Vehicle Team 1, Naval Special Warfare Group 3 during rappel training with flight crews from the 25th CAB at Marine Corps Air Station Kaneohe Bay June 18.

[moonwatchuniverse]

April 1959... the " Mercury 7 " astronauts 65 years ago, NASA presented the first group of astronauts:

US Navy LtCmdr Alan SHEPARD (35)

US Navy LtCmdr Walter SCHIRRA (36)

US Navy Lt Scott CARPENTER (32)

US Marine Corps LtCol John GLENN (37)

USAF Capt Virgil GRISSOM (33)

USAF Capt Gordon COOPER (32)

USAF Capt Donald SLAYTON (35)

In September 1962, NASA astronaut group 2 followed with the "New Nine" aka the "Next Nine" and it's interesting to see the wrist watches these pilots/aviators were wearing ! (Photo: NASA)