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microtheory · 5 months ago

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If the Nuremberg Laws were Applied…

-Noam Chomsky

Delivered around 1990

If the Nuremberg laws were applied, then every post-war American president would have been hanged. By violation of the Nuremberg laws I mean the same kind of crimes for which people were hanged in Nuremberg. And Nuremberg means Nuremberg and Tokyo. So first of all you’ve got to think back as to what people were hanged for at Nuremberg and Tokyo. And once you think back, the question doesn’t even require a moment’s waste of time. For example, one general at the Tokyo trials, which were the worst, General Yamashita, was hanged on the grounds that troops in the Philippines, which were technically under his command (though it was so late in the war that he had no contact with them — it was the very end of the war and there were some troops running around the Philippines who he had no contact with), had carried out atrocities, so he was hanged. Well, try that one out and you’ve already wiped out everybody.

But getting closer to the sort of core of the Nuremberg-Tokyo tribunals, in Truman’s case at the Tokyo tribunal, there was one authentic, independent Asian justice, an Indian, who was also the one person in the court who had any background in international law [Radhabinod Pal], and he dissented from the whole judgment, dissented from the whole thing. He wrote a very interesting and important dissent, seven hundred pages — you can find it in the Harvard Law Library, that’s where I found it, maybe somewhere else, and it’s interesting reading. He goes through the trial record and shows, I think pretty convincingly, it was pretty farcical. He ends up by saying something like this: if there is any crime in the Pacific theater that compares with the crimes of the Nazis, for which they’re being hanged at Nuremberg, it was the dropping of the two atom bombs. And he says nothing of that sort can be attributed to the present accused. Well, that’s a plausible argument, I think, if you look at the background. Truman proceeded to organize a major counter-insurgency campaign in Greece which killed off about one hundred and sixty thousand people, sixty thousand refugees, another sixty thousand or so people tortured, political system dismantled, right-wing regime. American corporations came in and took it over. I think that’s a crime under Nuremberg.

Well, what about Eisenhower? You could argue over whether his overthrow of the government of Guatemala was a crime. There was a CIA-backed army, which went in under U.S. threats and bombing and so on to undermine that capitalist democracy. I think that’s a crime. The invasion of Lebanon in 1958, I don’t know, you could argue. A lot of people were killed. The overthrow of the government of Iran is another one — through a CIA-backed coup. But Guatemala suffices for Eisenhower and there’s plenty more.

Kennedy is easy. The invasion of Cuba was outright aggression. Eisenhower planned it, incidentally, so he was involved in a conspiracy to invade another country, which we can add to his score. After the invasion of Cuba, Kennedy launched a huge terrorist campaign against Cuba, which was very serious. No joke. Bombardment of industrial installations with killing of plenty of people, bombing hotels, sinking fishing boats, sabotage. Later, under Nixon, it even went as far as poisoning livestock and so on. Big affair. And then came Vietnam; he invaded Vietnam. He invaded South Vietnam in 1962. He sent the U.S. Air Force to start bombing. Okay. We took care of Kennedy.

Johnson is trivial. The Indochina war alone, forget the invasion of the Dominican Republic, was a major war crime.

Nixon the same. Nixon invaded Cambodia. The Nixon-Kissinger bombing of Cambodia in the early ’70’s was not all that different from the Khmer Rouge atrocities, in scale somewhat less, but not much less. Same was true in Laos. I could go on case after case with them, that’s easy.

Ford was only there for a very short time so he didn’t have time for a lot of crimes, but he managed one major one. He supported the Indonesian invasion of East Timor, which was near genocidal. I mean, it makes Saddam Hussein’s invasion of Kuwait look like a tea party. That was supported decisively by the United States, both the diplmatic and the necessary military support came primarily from the United States. This was picked up under Carter.

Carter was the least violent of American presidents but he did things which I think would certainly fall under Nuremberg provisions. As the Indonesian atrocities increased to a level of really near-genocide, the U.S. aid under Carter increased. It reached a peak in 1978 as the atrocities peaked. So we took care of Carter, even forgetting other things.

Reagan. It’s not a question. I mean, the stuff in Central America alone suffices. Support for the Israeli invasion of Lebanon also makes Saddam Hussein look pretty mild in terms of casualties and destruction. That suffices.

Bush. Well, need we talk on? In fact, in the Reagan period there’s even an International Court of Justice decision on what they call the “unlawful use of force” for which Reagan and Bush were condemned. I mean, you could argue about some of these people, but I think you could make a pretty strong case if you look at the Nuremberg decisions, Nuremberg and Tokyo, and you ask what people were condemned for. I think American presidents are well within the range.

Also, bear in mind, people ought to be pretty critical about the Nuremberg principles. I don’t mean to suggest they’re some kind of model of probity or anything. For one thing, they were ex post facto. These were determined to be crimes by the victors after they had won. Now, that already raises questions. In the case of the American presidents, they weren’t ex post facto. Furthermore, you have to ask yourself what was called a “war crime”? How did they decide what was a war crime at Nuremberg and Tokyo? And the answer is pretty simple. and not very pleasant. There was a criterion. Kind of like an operational criterion. If the enemy had done it and couldn’t show that we had done it, then it was a war crime. So like bombing of urban concentrations was not considered a war crime because we had done more of it than the Germans and the Japanese. So that wasn’t a war crime. You want to turn Tokyo into rubble? So much rubble you can’t even drop an atom bomb there because nobody will see anything if you do, which is the real reason they didn’t bomb Tokyo. That’s not a war crime because we did it. Bombing Dresden is not a war crime. We did it. German Admiral Gernetz — when he was brought to trial (he was a submarine commander or something) for sinking merchant vessels or whatever he did — he called as a defense witness American Admiral Nimitz who testified that the U.S. had done pretty much the same thing, so he was off, he didn’t get tried. And in fact if you run through the whole record, it turns out a war crime is any war crime that you can condemn them for but they can’t condemn us for. Well, you know, that raises some questions.

I should say, actually, that this, interestingly, is said pretty openly by the people involved and it’s regarded as a moral position. The chief prosecutor at Nuremberg was Telford Taylor. You know, a decent man. He wrote a book called Nuremberg and Vietnam. And in it he tries to consider whether there are crimes in Vietnam that fall under the Nuremberg principles. Predictably, he says not. But it’s interesting to see how he spells out the Nuremberg principles.

They’re just the way I said. In fact, I’m taking it from him, but he doesn’t regard that as a criticism. He says, well, that’s the way we did it, and should have done it that way. There’s an article on this in The Yale Law Journal [“Review Symposium: War Crimes, the Rule of Force in International Affairs,” The Yale Law Journal, Vol. 80, #7, June 1971] which is reprinted in a book [Chapter 3 of Chomsky’s For Reasons of State (Pantheon, 1973)] if you’re interested.

I think one ought to raise many questions about the Nuremberg tribunal, and especially the Tokyo tribunal. The Tokyo tribunal was in many ways farcical. The people condemned at Tokyo had done things for which plenty of people on the other side could be condemned. Furthermore, just as in the case of Saddam Hussein, many of their worst atrocities the U.S. didn’t care about. Like some of the worst atrocities of the Japanese were in the late ’30s, but the U.S. didn’t especially care about that. What the U.S. cared about was that Japan was moving to close off the China market. That was no good. But not the slaughter of a couple of hundred thousand people or whatever they did in Nanking. That’s not a big deal.

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absolutebl · 2 months ago

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This Week in BL - Happy Songkran!

Not sure, but a few of the Thai shows may be impacted by New Year this next week.

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

April 2025 Week 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 24 end - Can you believe we made it through 24 episodes (like this is 2014 or something)? Anygay...

The single brain cell committee trying to put together The Proposal was kind of funny. I do think that of all the couples to get married this is the one that shouldn’t. They are the least healthy, but what can we do?

I knew from the get-go that I was going to struggle to figure out how to rate this show. Twice as long as most other BL’s and with 3 fully represented main couples, played by pairs that I have mixed feelings for. Thus I have to go straight down the middle. I would’ve given our first story a 7/10, our second one an 8/10, and our final a 9/10, which brings us in at a solid 8/10. Frankly, that feels like that’s what this show was, about 80% of a good BL.

Conclusion

This was workmanlike Thai BL in a university setting in which nothing happened to some very nice boys in fun friendship groups. The most noted thing about the show was its source, GMMTV punched down and phoned it in with this one. The kissing was good, the pairs were decent, and the directing was... well it was there. Each of the three main couples turned in solid performances to the best of their respective comedic abilities. Your enjoyment will wholly depend on which pair/story is most to your taste and how much you managed to tolerate the others (and the sides) as a result. I highly doubt this will ever be anyone's favorite BL. 8/10 is a fine rating for something this mediocre. Puts the B in BL.

Top Form (Thurs WeTV) ep 4 of 10 - Drunken shenanigans and their consequences. Especially when the boy is obsessed with you. (Meanwhile, the hair in the eyes is driving me batshit.) I'm still enjoying this. It’s sort of old-school BL in a very odd way. I like that. Especially with nothing out of Japan right now. The 21 day courting was cute. And of course I loved the linguistic negotiation. But he’s definitely gonna catch that cold.

Oh the HONEY.

I forgot this part was coming. ARGH NO too sticky!!! The carnage. The clean up. Twas sexy tho.

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Whipping boy trope is a go. But also this dentist is so gone on this broken sunshine with self worth issues. The dorky earnest friend is good too. Enjoying.

My Golden Blood (Weds iQIYI) Ep 5 of 12 - I just can't. It's too awful. I did try. DNF.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri Viki) eps 5-6 of 10 - I love this show. Love. It. The catastrophic trip. Heesu being an utter frenetic basket case. The PINING from Seungwon and the fact that we all know he isn't ever gonna do anything (unless some one forces his hand lips). It's fantastically maddening.

Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) ep 7 of 8 - Ooo truly unhinged. Excellent. Honestly, I just feel sorry for Da-on with all these boys obsessed, even our puppy. And now the "kidnapping for love" trope. Very old-school. China used to adore this one. It's nto my favorite but it suits this show.

Business as Usual (Korea Thurs Viki) Ep 2 of 7 - Mostly back story not a whole lot happened. Looks like we are in for a meaty confrontation next week tho. Good.

Fight for You (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 12 - I don't mind a fake dating trope, even if I'm not sure how we got here. Actually, this has gotten oddly cute. I like them more as they fall in love and flirt and drink than I do as solo characters.

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - more death. Not enough of blondie. And none of my beloved sides? Bah.

It's airing but......

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interest me, not sure if it's BL.

Last Meal Universe (Thai ????) 8 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. I got a link to watch but it still wouldn't work for me, so I guess I'm waiting to see what happens.

Lost in the Woods (Weds Gaga) 7 eps - Not my thing, dropped at ep 2.

Boy Next World special - only available paid, so I didn’t bother.

Your Sky of Us - Normally, I don’t really report on the specials or the extras or even the spinoffs or season twos, but I gotta say in episode 2 Lee’s claiming sendoff was one of my favorite things to happen in BL this year. That silent "back off" was so perfectly executed. Most of the rest of this special has been just fluff, but it might be worth watching the whole thing just for that 30 seconds. (Sorry couldn't find a gif of it, but TRUST ME. Chef's kiss!)

In case you missed it

Secrets Happened on the Litchi Island (China YouTube) - This one unexpectedly dropped and there are still a few follow up snippets/adverts continuing with this couple.

Summary

This was an interesting, beautifully atmospheric but plotless BL about a boy who falls in love with his older brother‘s best friend in an idyllic countryside jungle setting. The boy is quite femme and open about his identity but his lover is... not. This dynamic ads an element of queer authenticity that's often missing from all BL, let alone something from China! I don’t know what it actually wanted to be, but it felt like a BL had a love child with one of those weird Chinese relaxation farm propaganda channels. The kisses are great, the chemistry is lovely, and the setting stunning. It’s odd but charming in a very weird, very queer, way. I have to say, I quite enjoyed it.

As a BL it gets an 8/10 from me, but as a piece of queer cinema I actually think it's worth more than that. You should all watch it. Who knows how long it will be allowed to stay up on YT.

Next Week Looks Like This:

COMING IN APRIL

4/16 Something Is Not Right (Korea Weds Viki) - trailer Blueming spin off. Ba U and Hun have been friends since they were kids – but Ba U has harbored unrequited feelings for Hun for years. Eventually, Ba U tries to cut off his entire relationship with Hun, much to Hun's confusion. In a last-ditch attempt to get over his feelings, Ba U takes his friend's advice and asks Hun to date for a single week. Hun accepts.

4/19 Secret Ghost (Thai Sat Viu) ?? eps - The trailer dropped and it looks particularly awful.

4/20 Boys in Love (Thai Sun YouTube? ) 10 eps - Our only true high school BL from GMMTV this year and it's fresh faces for the youths and old favs for the teachers. It's milk teeth Make it Right and fine with me. I like lotte milk. Also DIMPLES! Yay! I suspect they are using this one to test pairs for future shows. Like a Project 101 Thai BL. (Honestly I just invented an amazing reality TV for you GMMTV, you're welcome.) Like My School President in 2023, this could be a major sleeper hit for me.

4/20 My Stubborn (Thai Sun ????) ?? eps - trailer Mflow's next high heat office romance involving best friend's younger brother, boss meets intern, bit of a love triangle, GL crumbs, and few other tropes.

4/25 My Sweetheart Jom (Thai Fri YouTube) 12 eps - trailer Saint is back in a BL, but this is what he chose? When he gets int rouble, Yothin needs to find a safe place. Instead of sending him overseas, his father sends him to the countryside. There, he is under the watchful eye of the village headman Jomkhwan.

4/26 The BangkokBoy AKA Bangkok Boys AKA The Bangkok Boy (Thai Sat ????) ?? eps trailer - Action, crime and revenge meets gangs, mafia, and more. Oh my.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Well that bit from Your Sky of Us with Lee's nonverbal MINE of course.

Yes I liked it more than the honey, honey.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

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captain-price-unofficially · 5 months ago

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Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress from the 19th Bombardment Group of the Far East Air Force, as ground personnel load it with 100- and 500-pound bombs, at Del Monte airfield, Mindanao, The Philippines, c. January 1942

#battle of the philippines #wwii #pacific theater #strategic bombing campaign over the pacific #aviation

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kabuki-writes · 3 months ago

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AVIOTHIC

Aviothic(n.) - The strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.

one-shot

pairing: Amado Carrillo Fuentes x f!reader (Note: I am not romanticizing the real Amado, this is about his character interpretation in Narcos: Mexico played by the amazing José María Yazpik)

summary: In order to establish an aerial smuggling network, Félix Gallardo sends Amado to find an airplane hangar in Juárez. His old contact and pilot teacher Alejandro "Águila" Medina became his top choice, but Medina Aviation changed since the last time they had met with a new boss handling the business now.

warning(s): mention of drugs | NSFW | semi-edited | english is not my first language, faults may occur | please let me know if i missed anything

word count: 5k

It has been more than ten years since the last time Amado had seen Alejandro Medina, the man people called "Águila" (engl. eagle). It was safe to say that this man was one of the best pilots in all of Mexico and kind of a rare fossil nowadays. Back when Mexico allied with America in World War 2, the young Medina was part of the "Aztec Eagles", a squadron of fighter planes that participated directly in the Philippines campaign alongside the United States Air Force and Royal Australian Air Force. After the war, he first stayed in the Mexican army to train fighter pilots before starting Medina Aviations with his brother – a private aircraft company and flight school with aircraft maintenance services located in Culiacán before moving to Juárez. Back when Medina was living in Culiacán, Amado had taken flight lessons at his school because he was a friend of his uncle and given the enormous amount of hours the two of them were cramped in an old Cessna, they developed a lasting friendship. Without exaggeration, Amado saw in Alejandro Medina more of a father than he did in his own. Without him, he wouldn't have been where he was now: A fucking pilot and a good one on top.

Given their backstory, it was no surprise that Amado instantly thought about his old mentor, when Félix Gallardo asked him to establish an aerial smuggling network in Juárez, which included finding a free hangar to store and maintain planes that would bring cocaine from Colombia to Mexico. Even though they haven't seen each other in years, he had no doubt that Medina would be a good contact for this. And if the friendship wouldn't be enough, the payment he could promise Medina for this whole project probably exceeded anything that had ever happened to him before, making it a once-in-a-lifetime deal.

The sun was bright on this cloudless day, burning down on Amado once he opened the door of his personal Cessna with which he flew the all the way from Guadalajara to Juárez. He'd brought the plane perfectly down the landing strip and parked it right in front of the big hangar hall, in which a couple of other models waited for their maintenence or their next take off. In between them, an old man came right into his direction, dressed in oil-stained dungarees with an even older buttoned shirt. The age had caused his wild hair to turn white a while ago and a big moustache decorated his lips. Despite the deeper wrinkles on his face, Amado instantly recognized him as Alejandro and pulled him into a warm, friendly hug.

"Águila, I'm glad to see that you're still alive!"

"Ah, shut up, Amado! I may look like i'm going to drop dead at any given second, but as you can see i'm still standing", the old pilot laughed and patted the shoulder of his former student, even though he had to stretch himself a bit to reach it. "So, i haven't seen you in years, mi hijo. What brings you to Juárez? And don't tell me it was just the wish to see me, we both know that's a lie." And with those words, he slowly walked over into the open hangar, where a small seating area waited for the two. An old couch and a couple of wooden armchairs together with a makeshift table and a refrigerator filled with beer. Through moments like these, Amado remembered why he had missed Alejandro. This old man was kind of a dickhead, but one, that had his heart on his tongue. There was no way he could lie to him about the criminal parts of the'business deal' he was about to offer Medina, given the fact that he was from Sinaloa himself and knew his uncle 'Don Neto'.

"Listen, Águila, i don't want to waste your time in any way with this, so i'm going to be honest: I am searching for a hangar that can provide parking space and maintenance services for an airplane fleet of two smaller Cessnas, like the one i came with, two mid-sized Beechcraft Super King Air and one Boeing 727 i'm going to get in a few days."

"Are you mad, Amado!? You understand that this is a private hangar, with all those planes around, Medina Aviation has no space for other customers –"

"Exactly, that's the point," Amado shot back and took his sunglasses off, which he secured on his black buttoned-shirt. "I said, i'll be honest with you. We need all of this to build up an air-bridge from Calí in Colombia, to smuggle cocaine to Mexico." Why lying? Even though Alejandro seemed to freeze for a moment, too stunned to speak by the sudden explanation, Amado trusted him enough to not call any police or shit on him. "We're paying good, trust me. There's no chance you'll ever earn more money than with this exclusive deal. I wouldn't come to you if i wouldn't trust you on this. You're one of the best fucking pilots i know and and experienced mechanic."

The old man had to sit down on the couch, staring at the Narco as he continued talking. But before he could lay down his full offer, Alejandro shook his head. "I am sorry, mi hijo. As much as i like you, i can't just decide this on my own."

"What do you mean, this is your business, right? Your brother already retired, as i heard."

"Yes, which is why i took another partner in. Just look at me, Amado – i am old! I can't even get up on a wing with this back. The only reason why Medina Aviation still exists is because of my granddaughter. A talented girl, I taught her how to fly and repair planes myself. Couldn’t be more proud of her how she ran this place so far. She's the boss now, i'm just more of an advisor."

Now that info hit Amado as surprising as it would've been a bullet. Eyes widened, he looked confused at that man sitting on the sofa, scratching the back of his neck, while he tried to figure out how to deal with this new turn of events.

"Okey wait, i have to get this clear, you already handed all of this over to your what? Your granddaughter?!"

"Is that a problem?" A female voice suddenly appeared behind Amado, causing him to turn around. Here you were, Alejandro Medina's granddaughter and it was the very first time his former flight student had ever seen you. A young woman dressed in a washed-out blue working overall, your hair tamed in a messy bun and rather than flashy make-up, your face was tainted with black oil and dust. No wonder, you’d just sticked head first in the motor of an old propeller plane, something Amado seemed to have overlooked, when he had entered the hangar.

„No- umm-“. It was clear that the Narco was caught off guard by your question and he tried to regain his confidence as fast as possible, while you took a wet cloth from a working bench to clean your face. „Why did you never told me that you have such a beauty as your granddaughter?!“

„Careful, amigo ,“ Alejandro warned his guest, before he leaned back and left the rest to you, knowing damn well that you were a woman, who could handle herself. Ignoring Amado's comment fully, you stepped forward and started. „You said the payment is good, then tell me what you can offer us. We need our expanses covered: Kerosin, spare parts, as well as the working hours and a security fee. If your boss expects an exclusive treatment here, then he‘ll have to pay for it.“

„Of course, of course. We’ve thought about a monthly fee of 25,000 dollars-"

„Do you think I’m dumb?“, you shot back at him in an instant, causing Amado to stare at you with confusion. "No, not at all", he answered quickly, still sticking to his offer, while looking at you. It was almost comedical. The tall Narco towered over you with about one head and you knew that guys like him had probably a lot of corpses in their trunk, yet you held your ground with the negotiation ambition of an american businessman.

"I know the price range for cocaine – my brother lives in Miami and flies those rich gringos around, who snort the white Colombian shit like cars on a highway. And since the price is still going up, i want profit sharing. Ten percent for each plane that lands here."

A huff came from Amado's lips, followed by a chuckle that almost came off like he didn't take you serious. Actually he was quite impressed. "You're a tough one to ask for that sum, Cariño." You just responded to those words with a waiting smile, still ready to discuss further.

"Five percent," the Narco suddenly offered, but just a second in between and you said: "Eight."

For a moment, Amado stopped and looked straight into your eyes. In his mind he already calculated the numbers, at least roughly. His jaw clenching as he knew he would need to explain all of this to his boss. "Seven. Last offer or i'll find another service."

"You won't find a better one, seven it is then", you agreed with a smirk on your lips, stretching your hand out for an agreement shake. For you, the deal was still a big win given the enormous amount of money the cartels were making with coke. Amado on the other hand had to surrender himself to the thought that your pretty face had distracted him from being harsher in this negotiation. Felíx will probably rip his ass open for that.

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The months passed and the hangar and landing strip of Medina Aviations became the number one hub for aerial drug trafficking from Colombia to Mexico. Every day flights set off to Calí or came back from there with precious cargo: loads and loads of cocaine. The partnership with the Guadalajara cartel had already proven itself and it became a Win-Win for both sides. You made so much money that you were able to expand the hangar, buy the latest mechanical gear on the market and spare parts to have them in stock – of course with the rest both you and your family were able to live very comfortable in a newly built mansion near your working place. On the other side Amado and his plane fleet did got the 'exclusive treatment' you had promised him. The planes of the Guadalajara cartel were the only ones that were allowed to land, park and start from here, and for storing the coke, you had organized the building of a storehouse right next to the hangar. Whenever a plane had a problem, whether it were the propeller or the engine, you took the task very seriously and even worked through the night if necessary to fix it. It was this dedication that Amado started to admire in you, whenever he came to Juárez. Well, not just this of course. After you two had started off a little bit rough, it didn't took long until the ice between you two finally broke. Not only were you becoming a very reliable partner in a business sense, the way you always welcomed him with jokes on your lips and didn't back off when he teased you, which usually ended in a playful argument, slowly forged a friendship.

Of course, Amado being Amado, he was a big flirt at heart and you were quite the sight. He didn't care that the men around him find it boyish when a woman wore unisex workwear like the blue overall with the Medina Aviation logo, which your grandfather frequently wore too. But for him it was part of the charm, only underlining your pretty face and your coquettish smile. However, to this day, you successfully resisted every flirt that came from his mouth, even when he called you by a pet name, with the most frequent being Cariño, Pajarito or Ángel. You didn't tell him to fuck off either, so in a way, all of this just added an extra level of ambition he found in himself to get you.

It was one of those days, where Amado flew his own Cessna from Guadalajara to Juárez to get it checked, before he would do a jump over to Colombia, for a business meet-up with Calí cartel godfather Pacho Herrera. Owning a plane and flying to destinations whereever and whenever he wanted was one of the things Amado just loved about being a pilot and working in a job that gave him unlimited freedom in terms of money. Once he'd landed safely, he brought the plane right in front of the hangar, where you were already working on another aircraft. The moment he climbed out and adjusted his sunglasses, his eyes went up to you standing on the wing of a mid-sized drug trafficking airplane in the heat of the day, the upper half of your workwear jumpsuit was tied loosely around your hips, while it exposed the fact that you just wore a bikini top underneath. It took a while for Amado, while he was standing there and staring, before he finally got words from his lips. "Is this part of the service too?!", he called out in a teasing tone.

"If so, i should charge you extra," you shot back, not caring about your appearence in this moment at all. Oh, how he'd missed this. "I'm right there, just a second!" With a few precise handles you finished the work you'd done on the propeller and jumped off the wing to greet your business partner with a smile. "If that is not 'El Señor de los Cielos' in person, what can i do for you?", you asked directly, as always, skipping the smalltalk to get right to the task, although Amado had no interest in taking off that fast again. "I need you to take a look at my Cessna's engine... it makes a weird rattling sound i hadn't heard before and i need to get to Colombia without crashing over the ocean." Your hands were already on your toolbag and you signaled him to follow you. In no time, you opened up the nose of his airplane and let him help you to take off the cover, revealing the motor for a check.

While you examined the engine, you were fully aware that Amado's eyes were glued onto your back and torso, clearly stunned that you simply ran around like this. "I know that you're staring," you commented, not even turning around.

"Well, can you blame me, Cariño? You're the one running around like this and expect me to keep my eyes shut, i am just a man."

"Ah sorry, i forgot about that", you teased back with a chuckle, while you finally had the problem right in front your eyes. It was time for an oil change and there were a few metal nuts missing, who weren't tight enough and probably fell off during the vibrations of the motor. "Alright, i am going to fix this, no problem. It shouldn't take long either. But we need to do a test flight, before i can let you take the whole way over to Calí."

And you held your word as you fixed the engine in about an hour including a cleaning and motor test. Once the cover was back on, Amado seemed to wait before he got onto his plane again. He simply opened the door, as if he wanted you to step in first. "Remember the last time you told me that you've never flown one of those latest Cessna models? Now is the chance, Pajarito. After you."

The sudden offer caught you a bit off guard, while you were cleaning your hands from the motor oil. You knew that Amado called this Cessna his baby and he wouldn't let anyone else fly it if it wasn't a question of life and death. Given this chance however, you nodded quickly with a smile on your lips, before would he could get a chance to think this over and it didn't take more than a few seconds to get you into the pilot seat. What a feeling! You've regularly flown older models, but this one was the newest with the latest technical equipment and a beautiful interior. It even smelled new. Amado closed the door and took the seat next to you, while you were already preparing the start of the engines. "Beautiful, right? Flying this Cessna feels just like sex – okey, almost", he joked and it got him a laugh out of you, as you were adjusting the headset and drove the plane into starting position. "Now that we're here, i just noticed that i've never seen you fly a plane before."

"Bad for you, because i learned from the best."

"Just like i did", he grinned as you referred to your grandfather, who was without a doubt a legend for both of you. And with that you took off perfectly, no shaking, no rattling sound, just a soft transition from the ground to the sky. And it was the feeling you fell in love with, every time you were able to pilot a plane. It was what made you and Amado similar as both of you craved the feeling to be up in the sky, where nothing and everything seemed to matter all at once. It was exciting and relaxing at the same time, while there was no other way for humans to come closer to the freedom birds held when they flew through the sky. Once you got to a certain height, you adjusted the Cessna's position as you softly balanced the plane during your flight over Juárez. And it was in this moment, Amado took the chance for a chat with you, asking a question he actually wanted to ask for quite some time. "So, be honest, anyone waiting for you down there, Cariño? Boyfriend, husband, whatever?"

The sudden question made you chuckle, as your eyes went to him for a quick moment, studying if it was just another one of his jokes. "Are you asking this because i cannot jump off now and escape the question?"

"Maybe. I just want to check out if i'd have any form of a chance", Amado answered with a playful smile, a little tease, but it carried honesty, as he'd known you for quite some time now. It would've been a fucking lie, that he never thought about taking a step forward. Maybe a bolder step than just flirtatious words.

"First: As if you are the person to back off if it would be the case, Amado Carillo Fuentes. Second: What if i tell you that no, there's no one right now?"

"Then i would ask, if you just lied to me, because in no damn reality a girl like you wouldn't have a bunch of men waiting in line."

You laughed again, a soft shimmer of red appearing on your cheeks. It was hard to get you out of your carefully crafted shell. Being a woman in a male-dominated field meant that you always had to prove yourself, even more despite the good work you did. It was true that for a long time, you hadn't really allowed yourself to be more open to the advances of men that caught your interest as well. And the truth was, that Amado had grown on you. Lately, you even caught yourself missing him, internally waiting for the next time he would come to Juárez.

"In all honesty, you're not the first one asking me something like that, but i am aware i am a difficult person myself and on top of that i hate to deal with idiots around me. I have my standards."

"Standards, huh?", the man next to you smirked in response to that, leaning back in his seat, while he clearly calmed down whenever he was sitting in a plane. "And i can assure you, you're not as difficult as you might think. I would even think that no one actually is."

"Is that so? Then enlighten me."

"Maybe i will, once we get back to the hangar", he said with his usual happy-go-lucky smirk.

"Now you're the complicated one", you commented in response, but the words still caught your interest. Maybe it was time for you to take a step forward as well?

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The flight over Juárez turned out to be one of the most pleasant ones you had for a long time. Even though you wouldn't have to take so long for a test flight, you stretched it out of purpose to have the sunset marking the point, when you would return Amado's Cessna back to the hangar. Just as smooth as you took off, you landed the plane and brought it back into its parking position, perfect for a last Kerosin fuel-filling before your business partner can safely make his flight to Calí. But before you would let him go, you promised Amado a cold beer, conveniently out of the refrigerator that was standing around the seating area of the open hangar. You took out two bottles and opened them directly on the edge of one of the work benches, which earned you an impressed whistle from your guest.

"What are we toasting to?", you asked him, after you handed Amado one of the beers and leaned your back against the work bench behind you. Instead of simply taking a seat, he had followed and just took his place standing right in front of you, setting up a more intimate moment without even thinking further about it. After a short moment of thinking, Amado announced with a smirk. "Why not toasting to this wonderful flight with more to come? And to us of course."

With a bright smile you nodded and clang your bottle against his before taking a good sip from the cold, tasteful beer. You and Amado were the only ones left here, given the usual timings of the smuggling flights and the fact that your grandfather used to finish his work about an hour ago. Knowing this too, Amado's eyes were still locked with yours and it could've been seen as an attempt to read your mind in this moment – even though you were probably thinking the same right now as you placed the beer bottle right next to you. He couldn't even say a word, when you suddenly stepped over the line that was already hair-thin between you two, with your hands grabbing his black shirt, pulling him down for a kiss.

Maybe he had underestimated you, when it came to that, but hell, he would never complain about this either. Quite the contrary. He didn't waste any time now as it was an invitation for his hands to wrap them around your waist. Having you still wearing that jumpsuit half-zipped, it was an easy access to touch your soft skin underneath his fingers, a sensual feeling he'd craved for... too long actually. Amado leaned into the kiss and started to dive into your mouth with his tongue, continuing this intense dance with you like he was about to savour the fucking fountain of life.

"Time to find out what's better, flying a Cessna or having sex. What do you say, mi Hermosa?", Amado whispered against your lips, when you parted the kiss for a moment to catch a breath. His nose softly touched yours as he waited for your answer. You could push him away now, if you'd wanted it to and he would never touch you again. But he already sensed that you were not the type of girl that would back off now. And your coquettish grin told him anything he needed to know. "You're driving me crazy, i hope you know that...", he added, his lips still close to yours.

"I know", you whispered teasingly, while you grabbed him by the belt and pulled his hip between your legs, feeling the bulge in his pants he couldn't really hide anymore. "Maybe we're both not very complicated..."

Amado chuckled, nodding in approval to your words, before he shut your mouth with another kiss. His hands started going upwards, opening your bikini top, which made it conveniently easy for him. The fabric quickly dropped down to the ground, before his hands cupped your breasts and started kneating them. His fingers playfully squeezed your hardened nipples, the soft sensual pain brought you to gasp into the kiss. It earned you a pleased and excited smirk of the man that had caused it and Amado couldn't deny that he had his eyes on you for a long time now, actually from the very first day he had seen you. It was the way you kept up with him and the playful disputes you two had, followed by nerdy chats about planes and pilot shit. And topping this, you were one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid his eyes upon, an angel. Now he was finally able to show you how much he really craved everything that you were.

With one hand still on your tits, his other one crept down your belly, right under the fabric of your jumpsuit and the string you wore underneath. Once his fingers reached your clitoris, you instantly bit your lip, knowing that he was able to feel how the heat of the moment had captured your body already. "What's that, huh? So eager for me, Cariño?", Amado mumbled against your ear, touching you with practiced motions of his fingers. He slipped them easily between your dripping wet folds, leaving his thumb rubbing over your clit – this man knew exactly what he did and it had its power over you. Biting your lip didn't help in any way as he forced you to moan in response to his hand treatment. "Fuck–", you hissed, while your hands searched for a hold on the or the work bench, as he pushed you further and further. "What, don't tell me you're already giving up?"

He hadn't even spoken the words fully, when your hands were already opening his belt and his jeans, with one of them grabbing his hard cock. "I could enjoy this treatment all night long, but i think you're the one, that can't wait anymore", you whispered your tease with a shaky voice, massaging his length, which caused him to groan out of pleasure. Despite your work as a mechanic, for some reason you had still those neat and soft hands that just wrapped perfectly around him. But hell, he wouldn't let it end here in any way as he didn't want to have the first time with you just jerking each other off by hand. So with a sudden grab, he pulled his hand out of your jumpsuit and yours from him. Instead he wrapped his arms around your hip and lifted you up from the work bench, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you over to the old couch of the seating area. In a rush of dominance, he pinned you down on the cushion and bent over you. His lips found your neck and started to create a pattern of small hickeys.

"Do you regret provoking me, mi amor... i could just leave you in your heat now, begging for my cock," Amado whispered against your ear, which sent a shiver down your spine. "Oh you wouldn't do this now, would you? I don't think you get your jeans up again with this thing ready," you purred back, while your hand gently stroked the hair on his neck. It needed just your touch for him to thrill him even more. Amado had already the tip of his cock ready at your entrance, which made it hard to stick to his threat now more than ever.

"You're right, fuck this–" he mumbled – too heavy was the wish to finally feel you, to finally make you his. And with a sudden thrust, he shived himself into you, conquering your tight pussy with his hardened length up to his balls. A dark moan came from his lips, as he stopped for a moment to enjoy the perfect feeling, while his eyes were locked in yours. You were like a painting for him, with your mouth open, your beautiful eyes half-lid open and focused on him, moaning his name while he took you now. It encouraged him to bring you over the edge first, to give you the best fucking time you had, so that he will be the man you craved for in every dream from now on. "Scream for me, Cariño! I want to hear my name from your mouth", Amado demanded with an excited grin, while his hips moved against yours and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air around you, an orchestra of your shared pleasure mixed with those pretty moans. He hit the perfect spot over and over again, it became harder for you to pull yourself together. So you gave him what he asked for and screamed his name again and again. "Amado– !" Your fingers digged themselves into his skin in a desperate search for a hold, while you came to the height of your lost. He pushed you over the edge and the electrifying feeling of an orgasm errupted in your body. With your walls tightening around his cock, there was no way he could keep himself from coming too. Just as he'd hoped for, you and Amado were sharing this perfect moment of pleasure, while his arms wrapped tighter around you. He pulled you closer to feel your skin against his, while his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest soon.

With a half-roll, he switched the position with you, so that you were able to lie down on his chest, as you both tried to catch your breath from the intense moment you had just shared. Softly, Amado's hand reached out to push some of your wild strains of hair out of your face, before he left his hand on your cheek.

"Now this... this was the only thing better than flying," Amado whispered with a blissfull smirk, before he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

#narcos #narcos mexico #Amado Carrillo Fuentes #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #narcos fanfiction #jose maria yazpik #jose maria yazpik x reader

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ouiouimochi · 9 months ago

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hi I noticed that u were pipino hehe... since it's her months already, can I req how the characters react to f!reader basically celebrating Christmas literally MONTHS early

thankyou for requesting anon! I'm guessing you meant ber months? funny thing is I've gotten started on writing something for that prompt already but you requesting it also urged me to finish lmao… it's kind of rushed? but I do hope you enjoy it!

Never too early to celebrate the holidays!

context: so here in the Philippines, we actually start preparing for Christmas(heck even celebrating it) in September or the start of the ber months. now imagine how the defense force reacts to you practicing this

pairing/s: various kn8 x reader

genre/s: scenario type, slice of life, romance if you squint well, comedy, crack

wc: 2k

warnings: some characters may be ooc, not exactly canon compliant, grammatical errors, no beta we die like cattle, character studies just went out the window in this crackfic, careful for whiplash sweeties! huge mood changes

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It was an unusually relaxed day in the Defense Force, free from the hectic stress of kaiju threats and the like. The day was spent training as usual, but everyone can tell that the atmosphere wasn't heavy with the burden of protecting Japan. They just knew, despite their doubts, that it wasn't the calm before a storm— the worry that their respite would soon be ruined by the stupid beasts that had been haunting them since time immemorial.

There was a distinct chill in the air, signaling the start of the crisp season of autumn. The officers of the Defense Force were already used to the drop in temperature, however some were not completely immune.

You were currently surrounded by your fellow recruits, talking about the sudden cold.

“It feels quite colder than last year,” Kikoru mentions, a small shiver running down her body. She rubs her hands together to gain warmth.

“Yeah, it wasn't this bad then.” Haruichi agreed while burying his hands deep into his parka jacket.

The group continued walking through the streets of the city, their batch having been approved for a day off after training.

“Reno, how in the damned hell are you unaffected?” reno my ice ice baby girl- Iharu hounded the mint haired male as he picked at the other male’s choice of outdoor clothes, the latter responding with a raise of an eyebrow and a shrug.

“We should get warm drinks,” you piped up as everyone expressed their agreement at your suggestion.

“I know just the place.” Haruichi pulled out his phone to show the group a cafe located not too far away. Before long, everyone arrived at the establishment with the ring of the bell above the door.

“Hot chocolate would be perfect,” Kafka sighed out, everyone else thinking of what warm drink to get as their eyes scoured through the menu.

“I'll probably have my usual coffee.”

“Maybe matcha tea?”

“Hot milk tea for me.”

“Macchiato.”

“There's no eggnog?” imsosorryidkwhatchristmasdrinktoputlmao a hum followed as the whole group stared at you with varying emotions.

You had a finger to your lip in thought while scanning the menu. You had your eyebrows slightly scrunched in concentration, debating what to get. A few gazes lingered on your face for a bit too long.

Noticing the silence, you looked at your friends and tilted your head. Realization creeps on your face and you cover your mouth with one palm, bowing apologetically.

“My bad, I didn't mean for everyone to wait for my order… I'll get the same as Reno then,” you sheepishly said.

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“Hold on, I think I have to go get my package.”

“Again? That's like the 6th one this month, (Y/n).” Kikoru stopped walking before turning to you to raise an eyebrow while resting her hands on her waist.

You shrugged your shoulders, seeing no problem in buying stuff with your own money coughcoughnarumicanneverjkcough.

“What's wrong with it? It's not like I'm broke from buying stuff from Yamazon, no? Unlike…” you trailed off, letting your blonde friend finish for you.

She sighs in response, dropping her arms to her sides as you two resume walking.

“As much as I want to say a comeback, you're right about my moronic teacher… I swear, he always asks me for money.”

“Oh, Kikoru…” you pat her back, laughing lightheartedly, “but I do gotta wonder how he does that when his paycheck is more loaded than mine…”

Your younger friend shook her head, already done with the conversation. She waved you goodbye when you two had to separate ways.

You hummed on your way to the office where one receives any delivered goods from outside the base. You waved and smiled at the nice lady at the desk you managed to get acquainted with from your recent visits.

She pulled up a few boxes from under her desk, creating quite the stack. The lady sweat dropped when her eyes trailed from the piled parcels to you— realizing that it'd be quite troublesome for you to carry alone.

Meeting her gaze and knowing what she was thinking, you shook your head and pulled a thumbs up.

“Don't worry, I can handle this. I just have to sign here as usual right?”

She only nodded, still a little worried as you started stacking each box carefully in your arms. Her concern only raised when your head was barely peeking out from the topmost package.

“Thank you again!” and you somehow safely maneuvered yourself out the doorway without hitting anything.

You were doing pretty well despite having most of your eyesight blocked, having to rely on your other senses. You gotta be thankful that all that training paid off, but perhaps you may have overestimated your capabilities.

Although, you could've sworn nobody was in the vicinity as you felt no other presence— heard no other footsteps, rustling of clothes, or even breathing—, you still failed to react fast enough when you collided with someone at the next turn.

Your eyes widened in surprise while some of your packages flew upwards. Everything was in slow motion but you felt a faint warmth wrap around your back and waist to catch you from falling.

You focused more on the packages that were about to fall— afraid that some of the items would break— and caught them… except for one that soared a bit too far from your reach.

Thankfully, the person who you collided with managed to grab ahold of the last box. You closed your eyes and sighed in relief.

A deep playful chuckle reverberated in the air. Your eyes opened to be met with the cheeky grin of Vice Captain Hoshina. implayingfavoritesperhaps

You blinked at him before standing up straight and off his arm.

“Vice Captain Hoshina, sir! I apologize for the disrespect, but I am unable to currently salute you, sir…”

The man only laughs and waves it off with a friendly smile, a hint of one of his canines poking out.

“At ease,” he scanned you from head to toe, “quite a hazard to walk around with ‘ya vision blocked, no?” still in his hand was the package he caught for you.

“I was holding up quite well due to your training…” you stared up at him before narrowing your eyes jokingly, “But your movements had no sound at all, not even a rustle of your clothes.”

He hummed before taking half the pile of boxes in your arms.

“Where to?”

You tilted your head curiously at his gesture. Alhough it was not unusual for the vice captain to be kind, he usually didn’t show it in such a straightforward way. Nonetheless, you appreciated how he still left some for you to carry on your own.

You smiled and answered him, both of you falling in step towards your destination.

“So what're these for? Noticed you've had deliveries the past month as well.” The purple haired man queried.

You had a slight skip in your step, quite excited to open up the packages that you received. In response to his inquiry, you smiled up at him with a glint in your eyes, “Just some early gift buying for the holidays, sir.” before turning your head away to hum a tune in your head.

‘Christmas shopping in September?’

Hoshina’s eyes remain trained on your form, processing what you just said, before he shook his head and just let you be. Everyone else had learned to not to question you much no matter how… eccentric you were at times. Your eccentricity was one of your charms anyways.

“Careful with what you buy, don't want ‘ya ending up like a certain captain of the First Division…” He advised, finding the opportunity to poke fun at said person despite their current absence.

You rolled your eyes, finding it funny that this is the nth time today Captain Narumi was slandered. “I'm more responsible with my money than you all think, sir.”

Far away in the Ariake Maritime Base of the JAKDF, a certain two-toned haired male let out a sneeze while he was busy playing on his gaming console.

Hasegawa shook his head, “that's what gaming all night gets you,” the older man chided his captain as the said person only covered his ears, unwilling to listen to another lecture.

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Another yoju drops dead on the concrete ground, everyone’s comms crackling to life.

“Immeasurable amount of yoju bounding to Zone Beta, honju’s whereabouts are unknown,” the familiar voice of Operations Manager Okonogi made itself through the earpiece.

“There's just no end to this!” an officer grumbled as everyone else started bounding to the designated zone.

“Kaiju horde spotted, permission to engage?” You announced into your device while readying your gun, being the first in position. The horde had an average of only 3.6 fortitude level— however, their numbers were what made them problematic. The operations room gave you the signal, indicating that it was something you could handle with your capabilities despite only being a recruit.

You wasted not another moment, immediately pulling the trigger of your pre-aimed gun. A yoju drops as its fellow species trampled over its fallen corpse.

The ground was rumbling with the beasts’ stampede through the open road. Yet again, another shot, another corpse. They were still far from your position, so you continued to efficiently gun down kaiju after kaiju.

You get into a steady beat, unconsciously following a certain rhythm from the back of your mind. You remain locked in, completely washing out most of your surroundings— well of course you are still aware of what's going on around you, just more hyperaware than ever.

“First Division backup has arrived at Zone Beta”

You continued firing away, by now the horde was noticeably dwindling away already. A pair of red glaring lenses watched on, having the pleasure of watching your work first hand as the owner was fastest to arrive.

Captain Narumi only wanted to quickly clear the largest wave of kaiju emergence of the year by far— cursing already how his division had to do a joint operation with the Third. Color him impressed as he just observed how you could clear the horde pretty much on your own. He was mesmerized by the timing and pattern of which you fired your gun—

He narrows his eyes when he realizes something, noticing that it was like you were casually playing a rhythm game with the monsters. Well, that wasn't exactly what made him pause…

‘She isn't shooting them down in the beat of a Christmas song, is she?'

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“Do any of you think that maybe—just maybee—(Y/n) is actually insane?” Iharu randomly blurted out as the usual group of recruits gathered around. You weren't present at the moment since you were called to the captain's office for something.

“You’re the madman here for being brave enough to even question it.” Kikoru stated matter-of-factly.

“We're literally surrounded by unique people, why are you only pointing fingers at her?” Reno raised an eyebrow, ready to defend you anytime.

“I mean… it's only September… and she's already making holiday preparations!” The pink-haired male tried to explain.

“...He does make quite the point.” Kafka nodded along.

“Eh, how are you all sure she's been doing so?” Reno challenged.

The eldest of the group mentioned what he noticed, “Hasn’t (Y/n) been craving and looking for Christmas season food—”

“You've no right to judge a woman's sudden urge to eat something.” Hakua interjected, the tall female always so passionate when it comes to cuisine.

“Come to think of it… Her part of the room’s been unusually cramped with some packages...” Akari’s mellow voice echoed out.

“It's not really our business to pry into how she uses her paychecks though…”

and so the group bickered back and forth— one half providing ‘evidence’ of your weird behavior, the second half making up possible reasons behind them.

“She’s been humming ‘All I want for Christmas is You‘ by Mariah Carey the past 2 weeks for fuck's sake!”

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notes: CRYING SCREAMING HOW DO I WRITE HOSHINA TALKING I FORGOT HOW TO WRITE HIM HHHHHHH (too lazy to edit his parts, this has been in the drafts since the start of september… kinda wanna get it over and done with-)

this was hella rushed, isn't it obvious I made different parts at different days? its a mess just like me :P

#kaiju no 8 x reader #kaiju no.8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kn8 x reader #kn8 #soshiro hoshina #hoshina soshiro #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #reno ichikawa #reno ichikawa x reader #kn8 reader insert #kaiju no 8 reader insert #is this enough tags? i think its enough tags

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usafphantom2 · 7 months ago

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North American P-51D Mustang and P-47 Thunderbolt of the 5th U.S. Army Air Force, Clark Field, Philippines, 1945 at repair depot.

@AcePilotAV via X

#p 51 mustang #north american aviation #fighters #p 47 thunderbolt #republic aviation #usaaf #aircraft #ww2 #aviation

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planesawesome · 6 months ago

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The Crusader was the last American fighter designed with guns as the primary weapon and thus was dubbed the last of the gunfighters. Despite this only 4 of the Crusaders 19 aerial victories in Vietnam were with AIM-9 Sidewinders due largely to guns jamming in high G maneuvers.

The Crusader served with the US Navy & USMC until 1976 as a fighter and up until 1987 in it's photo reconnaissance RF-8 model in the US Naval Reserve. The French Navy purchased 42 of the aircraft for their 2 carriers these were the longest serving Crusaders and were retired in 1999 to be eventually replaced by the Dassault Rafale M. In 1977 the Philippine Air Force purchased 35 US Navy surplus F-8's from Davis-Monthan AFB of these, 25 were refurbished by Vought and served and 10 were used for spares these aircraft served until 1991.

#military aircraft #military aviation #aviation military pics

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dinums · 1 year ago

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The Unexpected Visit

Thomas Shelby x Reader.

Summary: A Filipina woman accidentally travelled back in time. There, she began to work for the Shelbys

Part 2

"Hurry up! We're going to be late for your birthday celebration!" My best friend, Ava, shouted down the hall, prompting me to respond in the same hurried tone.

"Alright! Just give me a moment!"

I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I admired my appearance. I was wearing a stylish black and white dress that fell just below my knees, with a white bow tie adorning my hair. My makeup was flawlessly done, accentuating my features.

"Shit, ang ganda ko," I murmured to myself. After securing a job as an animator and starting a new life in the United States, I was finally able to enjoy the fruits of my labor. This was where I would find happiness. Despite missing my home country, the Philippines, the familiar places there held too many painful memories that I preferred to leave behind.

Everything was supposed to go smoothly, until it didn't. From the far corner of my room, I caught a glimpse of someone—a dark figure—watching me. A chill ran down my spine, and my body instinctively went into fight-or-flight mode. Without a second thought, I fled from my room, convinced that the figure was pursuing me. It emitted a sinister laugh, filling the air with an eerie presence. Was this what my mother had warned me about?

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"Puta... tangina, tangina! Ava, where's Ava?" These thoughts raced through (Y/N)'s mind as she ran, desperately searching for her friend while panic consumed her. As she neared the stairs, she could swear that the figure was still chasing her. In her haste, she stumbled and began to fall, but just as she was about to hit the ground, a blinding light engulfed everything.

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On a quiet evening in the streets of Watery Lane, Birmingham, Thomas Shelby lay in his bed, lost in thought, cigarette in hand. Suddenly, the drawers started opening, and the air seemed to thin. The entire house shook, as if an earthquake were rocking the foundations. Thomas swiftly grabbed his gun, prepared to confront any potential enemy lurking in the darkness of the night. It felt as if the very earth were tearing apart at the seams. He was about to call for his family when a brilliant flash of white light blinded him, causing him to shield his eyes and turn away.

A loud crash followed, accompanied by the sound of a woman's voice. Thomas, now disoriented, cautiously approached the source of the disturbance, gun still aimed at the woman who had appeared in his home. She seemed panicked, her eyes darting around as she struggled to get to her feet, wincing in pain. It appeared that she had injured her leg, possibly a sprain, which forced her to remain seated on the floor.

Their eyes met, and the woman's breath seemed to catch in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the gun pointed at her. With trembling hands raised in self-defense, she stammered, "Who the hell are you, eh?" Thomas questioned her, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. This woman was unlike any he had encountered before.

"M-me? (Y/N), my name... (Y/N). Please, can you... I don't... the..." Her words faltered as Thomas took a step closer, the gun still pointed at her. Overwhelmed, she broke down, crouching on the floor, averting her gaze. If she were to die, she would rather not see it coming.

As the door opened, she looked up and saw a woman and two other men entering. When her eyes met theirs and then returned to Thomas, the woman spoke up, moving to disarm him.

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"Jesus, Tom! What are you doing to this poor lady?!" I heard the woman exclaim after the gun was taken away from him. I let out a sigh of relief. Tom, as the man was called, pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. The two other men seemed to be stifling their laughter, although it was difficult to discern as everything started to blur, as if the room were spinning.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in bed, still in the same room as before—at least from what I could remember. As I surveyed my surroundings, I realized I was still wearing the dress, although the bows in my hair were gone. When I attempted to get up, the door opened, revealing the woman from earlier. In her right hand, she carried a tray with tea.

"Don't. You'll hurt yourself," she cautioned, pointing at my ankle. I nodded, and asked, "Can you tell me where I am...? Can I go home? Please..."

"You're in Small Heath. Thomas said you appeared out of thin air. How did that happen?" she responded.

"What year is it?"

"1919."

Small Heath, in 1919? That was far away from home, possibly evenin a different era altogether. It seemed impossible for me to have traveled there in the blink of an eye, let alone through time itself. Sensing my confusion, the woman tried to reassure me. She set the tray of tea on the bedside table and introduced herself as Polly Gray. I nodded in acknowledgment and placed the cup of tea on my lap.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Polly asked, her gaze lingering on the tea leaves in my cup.

"No, I'm not," I replied. She clicked her tongue, taking the cup from me and placing it back on the tray.

"Are you a Gypsy?" she inquired.

"No, I'm not," I repeated. I was starting to feel a glimmer of hope that Polly might be able to help me find my way back home. However, instead of directly answering my question, she posed one of her own.

"Can you read? Are you good with numbers?"

"I can read and do math. Why?"

"If you're going to stay here, you might as well work for us," Polly suggested, her tone implying that she had more to say on the matter.

"Why do you want to help me?" I asked but only got silence in return. The unexpected turn of events had left me bewildered, but I knew I had to gather my wits and adapt to this new reality. Working for Polly and her associates seemed like the only option available to me at the moment. Maybe, just maybe, they could provide me with the answers I sought and help me find a way back home.

"I'll work for you"

"Good."

////

It had been precisely one month and four days since I had become a part of the Shelby family. Despite initial reservations and a sense of distrust, Polly graciously took me under her wing. The other members of the family had an unspoken understanding not to pry into certain events that were yet to happen in their lives, acknowledging that I possessed knowledge of the future. However, that didn't stop some of them, particularly Finn, from asking what it was like. It was a joy to share stories with the young boy, and I was grateful that they kept my arrival in Small Heath a secret, creating a story on how I got up here, to not make the townsfolk ask questions, but then again who would ask the Shelby family questions?

In the present moment, I found myself inside the bustling betting shop, surrounded by a lively crowd. My responsibilities included tallying numbers, verifying receipts, and handling money and the transactions that came with it. The work was demanding, but it provided me with a sense of purpose, a distraction.

Across the room, John stood by the blackboard, inscribing odds while announcing them loudly for all to hear. Meanwhile, Arthur and Thomas had stepped out for a while, leaving Polly and me to manage the shop, with Ada looking after Finn.

"Mas maganda siguro kung animator nalang ako... or if I had a calculator here," I mused to myself, finishing up the last part of my work and giggling at the thought.

"A calculator? What's that?" I heard John's familiar voice as he approached me, a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

"It's- er, a device that helps you with calculations—counting, subtracting, multiplying, and even dividing numbers," I explained.

"Even the big ones?" John asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.

"Even the big ones," I confirmed, a hint of amusement in my voice.

Our conversation was abruptly interrupted when a bloodied Arthur burst into the shop, sending panic through the air. Everyone was ordered to leave, and Polly swiftly took charge, guiding Arthur to the house connected to the betting shop. Ada and John exchanged concerned glances, and I hurriedly joined them, mindful of my sprained ankle. I grabbed a clean cloth to help with Arthur's wounds, while Ada rushed to fetch a bucket of water.

Word seemed to spread quickly, and soon Thomas barged into the house, a bottle of alcohol in hand. He took the cloth from me, and I sat there, observing the scene. Conversations and typical sibling banter filled the air as Arthur and Ada exchanged words, while John and I simply watched them. Arthur began to explain how Inspector Campbell had asked him to assist with a robbery, recounting the encounter. Lost in my own thoughts, I couldn't help but voice my concerns.

"Will you help him? I mean, I wouldn't want to even think of helping a man who beat and bruised me... but..." I trailed off, realizing that all eyes were on me.

"Sorry, please continue," I quickly added.

"We don't help coppers," John stated firmly beside me.

Arthur continued, "He knew all about our war record... said we were patriots like him. I told him we'd take a family meeting and vote."

Knowing this was turning into Family business, I quietly saw myself out, going back to the betting shop to try and do extra work to keep myself busy. Despite the trust I had gained from the family, I understood that certain matters were their own to handle. It was their business, and I respected their boundaries.

///

My mind couldn't seem to shake off the lingering thoughts from our conversation. It had been a good thirty minutes, yet I couldn't help but wonder if the Shelby family would truly help that man with the robbery. After all, how could they trust someone who had beaten one of their own? The situation seemed precarious at best.

"Sana talaga bumalik na ako. Mas masaya siguro ako kung animator na lang ako... please, Lord, babait na ako kung ibabalik niyo lang ako..." I quietly murmured to myself, longing for the familiarity of my previous life.

"What are you blabbering about, eh?" a gruff voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to find Thomas standing before me, a quizzical expression on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him, which seemed to amuse him.

"You haven't apologized since the first time we met," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice.

"And you haven't told me what you said," he replied, curiosity piqued.

"It was a curse. I was cursing you to make a bad decision for pointing a gun at me," I snickered.

A moment of silence passed between us before we both chuckled. "So maybe it isn’t a curse... I was actually wishing to go back home. I even asked the Lord. I told Him that if He took me back, I would be nicer. I just think it would be nice if I could work as an animator. After all, I studied to become one after everything," I confessed, grateful for the Shelby family for taking me in and caring for me in their own ways.

To my surprise, Arthur and I discovered a shared love for drawing. It became apparent when he noticed me doodling one day, and he revealed that he used to love drawing horses. We began to draw together from time to time, he even thought me a few things or so.

Thomas, on the other hand, was more reserved. We didn't have much in common, but whenever I spoke in my native language, he would ask questions about its meaning. He also showed patience when I acted differently, allowing me to talk to him in a more casual manner over time.

John, being closer to my age, was a friendly presence. He had a boisterous personality, and I appreciated having someone to distract me from the noises in my head, a breath of fresh air in this intense environment.

Ada was easy to get along with. She lent me some of her clothing and was always open to conversation. She reminded me of my friends back home, particularly Ava.

Polly and I had a relationship reminiscent of the one I shared with my mother. At first, it felt like walking on thin air, but as I diligently carried out my duties and refrained from meddling in their affairs, she began to open up. She treated me like her own, and when I mentioned the similarities between her tea leaf reading and the practices of lbularyos or witch doctors, she encouraged me to share more.

And now, here I sat with Thomas Shelby himself. Thomas, who stayed quiet for most parts. His presence made me feel like I should continue talking.

"You lot can speak a different language too, right? Maybe you can teach me so that when I go back, I can make an impression, hm?" I suggested, which made him quirk a brow

"Then you'll have to teach me yours too, so it'll be fair, eh?" he replied with a smile and a shake of his head. Jackpot.

"Sure. Speaking of learning, do you know how I got good with numbers?" I asked, looking at him intently. It was just the two of us in the betting shop now, giving me the freedom to share. He then sat down next to me. Taking his gesture as an invitation to keep talking, I continued.

"When I was seven years old, my parents enrolled me in a program, a math center. It took me eight years to complete the whole program!" I explained, shivering at the memories.

"You didn't go to school?" he inquired.

"Oh, I did. I attended school while also studying math at that center. By the time I was sixteen, I was juggling school subjects like statistics, probabilities, and calculus, along with history lessons about my country... all that stuff. Later on, I learned animation, which gave me something to do, something I enjoyed."

"What do you do in animation?" Thomas asked, my face seemed to look very excited as i moved my chair closer to him, as if it wod be easy for him to be absorbing the knowledge I was about to share.

"Well," I began, a smile playing on my lips, "I draw illustrations, frame by frame. Basically, you see this?" I gestured, moving my hand as if I'm waving. He nodded in response as If my gesture wasn't obvious. "I draw something like that, people in motion, you know, like those pictures Ada goes to see. But Instead of people, its drawings. That was my job."

"And you can't do that now?" Thomas questioned, curiosity evident in his voice.

"Well...its easier to do it digitally," I explained, trying to find the right words to describe the concept, I used my hands, waving them in the air as if it would help the situation. Seeing his puzzled expression, I sighed and admitted defeat. "You know... its like this technology. It's hard to explain, to be honest. It's giving me a headache just thinking about it."

Thomas nodded, tilting his head slightly to indicate that he had listened to my explanation. After awhile more, we both stood up

"I've go to go, somewhere I need to be"

"Oh? Did my curse work? You're off to make a bad decision?" I joked which earned me another smile and a shake of his head.

"Maybe tomorrow, Do you drink?"

"That depends, is there an occasion?" I asked,walking over to the window, there I realised it was already dark, we've talked throughout the afternoon.

"Just come, eh?"

"Ask me again next time and I'll agree, if we spend too much time your ears might bleed."

"Next time then."

///

She stayed in Thomas' room during her stay, a decision made by the family. As she headed upstairs, she spotted Polly taking care of Finn. Pausing in her task, Polly spoke up.

"Need any help?"

"No, just check on Ada for me, thank you, love," she replied, and I agreed to do so.

"Alright, goodnight, Pol."

"Goodnight, love."

Making my way upstairs, I found Ada in her room.

"Are you going to sleep? Pol asked me to check up on you," I asked, and she yawned and nodded, pushing me towards Thomas' room.

"Yeah, off to bed. You too. I can manage myself. Goodnight, (Y/N)!"

"Oh, goodnight Ada," I said before she shut the door, leaving me confused, what are you up to Ada? I walked to the bed and crawled under the covers, ready to sleep.

As I drifted off, I couldn't help but utter a quiet gratitude, "Thank you, po," to no one in particular.

---

"Pol, do you know anyone who might know a way for me to get back? I think I'm losing hope already," I asked Polly, seeking some answers. It had been quite a hectic week word of mouth saying Thomas shooting someone, Mr. Campbell raiding homes of communists, Ada's pregnancy, and Thomas picking a fight with the Lee family.

"Oh, love. Just a little longer, hm? You'll go back. I'm sure of it," Polly said, her words providing temporary comfort. I had grown attached to the Shelby family, and the thought of leaving without knowing their fate weighed heavily on my mind.

"You know, Poll, I'm scared. If I do leave, then what about you guys? I won't ever get to see you all again... I won't know how you guys are doing unless I can read it from history books. I won't know how to help," I confessed, my voice filled with concern.

She took my hand in hers, offering reassurance. "Don't worry, love. Just give us a proper goodbye, and we'll be fine, alright?"

"I'll miss you if I do go," I admitted, a touch of sadness in my voice.

"We'll miss you too," she replied, understanding my worries.

---

That night, I decided to stay up late. I sat in the kitchen, working on a few doodles on a piece of paper. I drew frogs, horses, Polly, Ada, and Finn. The door swung open, revealing a drenched Thomas holding a bottle of whiskey.

"Woah," I exclaimed, surprised by his sudden entrance.

"A drink?" he offered, though his tone felt more like an order than an invitation. Remembering my promise, I grabbed two glasses and placed them on the table as he poured a drink for both of us.

"So, rough day? What happened this time?" I asked, curious to hear the events that had happened, though by the looks of it, thos wasn't a good one.

"I shot a horse," he replied. My eyes widened, my mouth agape, silently urging him to continue.

"It looked at me the wrong way, so I..." he trailed off, the weight of his actions evident in his voice.

"I look at you the wrong way most of the time. Maybe you should've done the same to me," I mumbled, moving my chair closer to him. He sighed, taking a swig of his drink.

"Back in France, I got used to seeing men die, but I never got used to seeing horses die," he confessed, his tone filled with remorse.

I nodded, taking small sips of my whiskey. "Horses, or any animals in general, they aren't like us. When we kill, it can be for so many reasons, but they do it to survive and protect. So, it's good that you feel bad about it. It makes you human. It proves you're not what you think you are."

"What do you think I am?" he questioned, curiosity lacing his words.

"You're not that far off. You're not as cold as anyone, or even yourself, perceives you to be, and that's a good thing. So, let it all out today," I encouraged, understanding the weight of his burdens.

We fell into a comfortable silence, interrupted only by the clinking of glasses as he poured himself more whiskey. After a while, I nudged him with my glass.

"I don't drink much," I confessed, offering him my glass. He took it and drank, and eventually, he began to talk again.

"Is that Polly?" he asked, pointing at the doodle I had made of her. I nodded, pointing out the other family members as well.

"I drew the people I talked to today. I guess I should draw you too, huh?" I suggested, feeling a sense of warmth in our conversation. He shrugged, turning his chair to fully face me.

"Should I stay still, then, eh?" he asked playfully.

"Nope! I've already memorized your face by now," I replied without much thought, not realizing the subtle smirk that graced his lips as I began to sketch him.

"You know, I'm glad that it was your house I accidentally traveled to. Even though it was scary at first," I shared, stealing quick glances at his drenched face to capture the details in my sketch. "Anyways, you'll catch a cold if you stay like that. When I was a kid, my parents used to throw their slippers at me from inside while I played in the rain."

"What? Would you do that to me?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Imagining the scenario, I burst into laughter. The image of me throwing slippers at Thomas in the rain seemed quite comical.

"I will if you let me."

"Maybe someday"

When I finished the sketch, I looked at it with satisfaction.

"Pogi," I murmured, using a Filipino term that meant "handsome." Though he didn't need to know that

"Pogi?" he repeated, looking at me curiously. I shook my head, realizing I had slipped into a different language.

"I said I was done," I clarified, handing him the paper with a smile. He took it, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Thank you," he whispered, barely above a breath. We both knew that those two words held multiple meanings, and despite everything, he meant them sincerely.

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