#grand slam ram

[stateofsport211]

US Open MD F: Rajeev Ram/Joe Salisbury [3] def. Rohan Bopanna/Matthew Ebden [6] 2-6, 6-3, 6-4 Match Stats

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Ramsbury successfully absorbed the pace really well (despite the roof), identified the problem correctly in Bopden’s first serves. This was apparent from how they won 13% more of their points through their first serves, added by winning 74% of their return points from Bopden’s first serves. Furthermore, they scored one more ace than Bopden, but the rest of the match was controlled through their point construction, judging from how they rallied in the crucial points.

Somehow, Bopden’s critical moments handling was not there in the last two sets. Ramsbury got more aggressive once they got the hang out of the rhythm in the second set, trusted each others’ point construction until they successfully outhit Bopden in one way or another, hence Bopden’s 15 unforced errors compared to Ramsbury’s 8. Besides, other than the aforementioned solid service games, the shot winners also did the job for them to set themselves the lead, eventually getting the title altogether.

This marked Ramsbury's successful title defense (in one of many titles together) with 3 consecutive US Open titles, being the first pair of the Open Era to achieve such feat. On the other hand, Bopanna could also be proud of his resurgence despite falling short once again in the US Open, the same finals he was a runner-up to (with Aisam-ul-Haq Qureshi as the original IndoPak Express pairing) 13 years ago. What a moment for both players.

[dark-and-kawaii]

・✦ ʚ♡ɞ ✦ Breeder ✦ ʚ♡ɞ ✦・

ੈ Summary: Raphael has to admit, he was quite fond of you at this point. You were no longer just his little mouse. You were far more valuable at this point, far more useful than just a mere pawn in his grand scheme. You would make a fine host for his bloodline.

ੈ Pairing: Raphael x F!Reader/Tav

ੈ Content: NSFW - Breeding - Biting - Creampie - Raphael Being Raphael - His Little Mouse - Possessive Raphael

ੈ Notes: This is a thank you for @sassyandsodone for the lovely screenshots of Lofn, Zevlor, and Haarlep in her sims game ♡♡♡ I hope you enjoy this ♡♡♡

Your body was on fire from the way he fucked you, your lips red and swollen from how many times his sharp teeth had bit and pulled at them. And then there was the feeling between your thighs, the sensation that had made you moan so wantonly and cry out so desperately to him, a feeling that you never wanted to end…

Nor would it ever end.

A loud cry tore through your throat when he struck your core once more, his cock filling you to the brim making your toes curl. His wings outstretched as he groaned with carnal delight. Raphael had you right where he wanted you, pinned under his large form, his clawed hands gripping your hips, his long nails biting into your much more delicate flesh as he rammed into you over and over. That warm mouth of his leaving a trail of bruises up your neck, his tongue occasionally flicking over a wound he inflicted. The taste of your blood sweet and heady to him, his cock twitching within you at the mere taste it against his tastebuds.

This wasn’t the first time that he had taken you, not in the slightest.

And it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Not when his cock felt this damn good buried deep within you, not when the noises that spilled from your throat made his adrenaline rush, and not when the look in your eyes, the one filled with so much love and lust, made him want to pound into you all the harder.

No it definitely wouldn’t be the last, he’d keep you by his side forever. You were his now, his little pawn, his pet, his plaything, his lover… His breeder.

The thought made Raphael groan, his hips slamming hard against your own, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. It’s not what he originally planned for, keeping you and filling you with his spawn, but when you swore to bring him back the crown, signing his contract without hesitation, and when he tasted you that same night, he couldn't help himself. You were much more valuable, much more enjoyable to play with rather than that dreadful Hope. He had to have you, his little mouse.

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, your nails brushing against the crown of horns that adorned his head, the touch making him purr in content. A purr that made your chest tighten and your cunt clench around his cock. By the nine hells his cock couldn’t help but ache at the way your velvety warmth clung to his cock. It made his mouth part further, one of his hands traveling up to your still flat belly. Fear not though mouse, soon it would be swollen with his heir, his greatest creation.

You had no idea of the gift you were about to receive.

Not until his clawed hand caressed the lower part of your stomach.

Your eyes followed the action, watching as his long talons dragged across the skin of your belly, “R-Raphael? What’re yo-“

Your words were cut off when his other hand, the one that had been clutching your hip, moved, his nails dragging across the skin of your breasts before they settled on one sensitive bud. The action made your head fall back and a breathless cry filled the room, the sound making the devil above you smirk, “I can’t help but to wonder how you will sound when you feel the kick of my offspring inside of you.”

His words made you pause, the pleasure in your gut halting for a moment, your head rising so that you could look up at him, the look of shock making him laugh, a dark and rich sound that echoed off his walls, “I wonder, will the nourishment in your breasts become hot- something entirely new from a devil's seed invading your womb? Will your essence that coats my fingers nightly taste like my finest of wines once your body has changed?“

You whimpered when his tongue, that sinful thing, slid along the shell of your ear, the heat of his breath making a shudder run down your spine, “Will you scream when I impregnate you or will you simply cry out my name as if I were your savior?” Raphael’s tail swished back and forth behind him, the anticipation building, the very idea of taking you fully, making you tied to him, making you full with his child, making him want to fuck you until you begged him to stop, “To have such a wondrous and willing little thing like you at my disposal only makes me wish to tear your flesh asunder with my claws, to sink one’s teeth into your lips until they bleed and to take you again and again until you cannot bare to move- your throat raw from calling my name-“

Another thrust had you gasping, his cock throbbing inside of you, his words making you ache with a desperate need to cum, your cunt quivering around him, “R-Raphael~”

“Above all, I’ll indulge in you until I can be for certain that my child has found a nurturing home within your womb.” His hand pressed down onto your lower belly, he could feel his cock moving in and out of your cunt, the way it bulged against your soft flesh making him lose all self control.

It was such a lovely sight.

His eyes flicked up, looking into the mirror off to the side, admiring the way his body looked as he fucked into you, the way your breasts bounced, the way your head fell back, exposing the column of your throat. Such a delicious sight, the way his teeth marks decorated your flesh, the way some spots leaked that pretty crimson color…

Yes he would breed you and breed you well.

His tail moved, the tip curling around your wrist before pulling your hand away from where it clutched his arm, bringing it down to the area where his cock entered you. Your eyes flew open, looking at the mirror, watching the way his thick cock split you in two, your fingers brushing the skin, feeling the bulge.

He was so large, so thick and long, there’s no way you wouldn’t walk out of this room without a child in your womb.

A sharp thrust made you cry out, your hand falling away as the pleasure consumed you, your climax approaching at a rapid rate, your body becoming more and more sensitive, your cunt desperately begging to swallow his warm milky cum.

Your body was screaming for release, the coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. Your legs trembling, the pleasure mounting with each second, his cock ramming into your core. Raphael grunted, his hips moving at a brutal pace, the wet sound of your juices, the slap of his skin, and the squelching of his cock, it was too perfect. 

Your voice had grown hoarse from crying out to him, your fingers gripping the sheets below, your thighs shaking, and your vision blurring.

So close.

Raphael let out a loud growl, his nails taking root- biting into your skin as he held you, his tail wrapping tightly around your waist pulling you closer to him. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, the headboard banging against the wall threatening to break. His release was nearing, he could feel the familiar coil, the tightening of his balls, the burning sensation at the base of his spine, the way his cock began to twitch.

Then you felt it.

Your body arching off the bed, a strangled moan of his name leaving your lips, your cunt gushing and contracting around his cock, milking him for his cum. 

Raphael growled, his wings stretched as far as they could go, his hips stilling, his cock throbbing inside of you, pulsating and spilling his hot, thick seed, his mouth parted, a groan tearing from his throat. He could see in the mirror how his cum leaked from your cunt, the excess seeping out making a mess between your thighs, your own fluids mixing with his, creating a concoction of scents that made his eyes flutter and his body shudder.

He remained still for a moment, letting his cum fill you, allowing his seed to wriggle and seek out an egg. 

You felt so full already, so wonderfully full and the feeling only intensified when his taloned hands came down to rest upon your lower stomach. It made your cheeks flush, the way he held your belly, his fingers rubbing the skin, “I'm not yet satisfied, my dear.”

He couldn't wait to watch you grow.

By the end of the night you knew you were going to be nothing but a drooling, mindless, mess.

And you couldn’t wait to be at Raphael's side for all eternity, couldn’t wait for him to use you as he pleased further~

His little mouse.

His lover.

His breeder.

[hknightdai]

(REQUEST) A Targaryen Teaching Method - House of the Dragon

Jacaerys Velaryon x Younger Brother!Male Reader

Tags: Anal, Rough Sex

Request: Can I request Jacaerys Velaryon x younger brother where as Jacaerys is learning Valyrian by him self at the painted table his younger brother fucks him roughly while bending him across the table and everytime he has a word wrong the fucking gets more brutal

XXX

“Ugh!...Drāñot (M-Mouth),” Jace groans, gripping the painted table as you thrust into him.

“Sȳz (Good,) Jace. You remembered the word for mouth,” You say.

Turning his head to look back, you thumb his parted lips, “Maybe tolī īlon’ll dīnagon aōha relgos naejot sȳz gaomagon. (Maybe later we’ll put your mouth to good use.)”

The table makes a sound from your older brother's grip tightening. You only smirk as you tighten your own on his hip.

“Now,” You start, pulling your hips back and making him tremble. “What's the word for “fly?”

Jacaerys lets out a breathy chuckle as you sink back into him, “Sōvēs. A-are you even tryi-AH!”

You yank his head back and slam into him, the sound echoing throughout the room. His heat tightens around your cock as you hiss into his ear.

“I was being nice, Lēkia (Brother). Now, how about “Dragonglass?”

The slight shaking of his head makes you grin. Jace tries to concentrate but you give him no reprieve from your cock. His breath stutters as you tug on his hair and proceed to ram into his tight hole.

Jace groans, choking out a response, “Zīr-Zīrtyss! Zīr-!”

“What's wrong, Jace? You don't. Know. The word!” You grunt, slamming into him.

“Fine!” You grab his throat. “How about “attack?”

Your hips smack against your brother's ass, leaving him gasping as your cock repeatedly hits just the right spot. Jace grits his teeth and his eyelids flutter as he tries to fight against the pressure.

“Dra-dracary-”

You cut him off, slamming him down against the table, its old wood digging into his cheek as you bark, “Pirta (Wrong)! You're so used to only using fire, you don't even know something simple!”

His hair fills one hand as the other moves to his back, keeping him pressed against the table as you fucking into him. Stretching him open, you discipline your brother for not studying. Though that is partially your fault, wanting his lips around your cock so often leaves only one of you free to speak High Valyrian.

You chuckle, watching Jace come undone beneath you, gasping and clawing at the table.

“Careful, jorrāelagon lēkia (Dear Brother). Ao might henujagon nykeā mark (You might leave a mark),” You tease.

Had it been some other time Jace would have fumed, currently however, he is only able to clutch onto one of the table's crevices as he suffers your onslaught.

Leaning down, your chest against his back, you breathe against his neck, “How about you tell me the word I use for you?”

Jace bites his lip and tries turning his head against the table, but you yank him back, forcing a loud moan from his lips.

“Speak!” You hiss.

“Dohaerās (Serve)!” Jace lets out.

“Issa (Yes).” And you bite his neck.

Jace's eyes screw shut before letting out a choked moan and cumming. Feeling him tighten once more, you follow suit, painting his insides white.

You both lay there on the once grand painted table, now only another place you two've fucked.

Catching your breath, you pull out of Jace before tucking yourself away. Your brother takes a moment longer to push himself up and turn around, using the table to keep himself upright.

“So?” He asks, still a bit breathless.

You shrug, “I'd say you did better. You actually managed to speak this time, so that's an improvement.”

You run off laughing when Jace tries to hit you, only managing to trip on his pants.

[usafphantom2]

The Story Of The Soviet Pilot Who Defected To Japan With A Secretive MiG-25 Foxbat

September 6, 2016 Military Aviation, Military History, Russia, Troubled Areas

Image credit: Alex Beltyukov

OTD in 1976, Viktor Belenko, “stole” a MiG-25 and landed in Japan.

The then Lieutenant Belenko was a pilot with the 513th Fighter Regiment, 11th Air Army, based in Chuguyevka, Primorsky Krai, in the east of the country. When he brought his MiG-25 “Foxbat” to Hakodate he gave the Western intelligence officers the opportunity to give a first close look at one of the most secretive airplanes of those years: a supersonic interceptor featuring a powerful radar, four air-to-air missiles and a top speed above Mach 3.

In order to assist the American experts in evaluating the aircraft, Belenko brought with him the pilot’s manual for the MiG-25 “Foxbat”, expecting to assist American pilots in evaluating and testing the aircraft. Even if the Japanese government didn’t originally give full access to the plane, the Americans were later invited to examine the aircraft extensively: the MiG was dismantled for such purpose and later returned to the Soviet Union.

In his “MiG pilot” book (1983) John Barron claims that Viktor Belenko’s defection was completely voluntary and was the result of Belenko’s distrust on communist regime.

The MiG was delivered to Japan without the missiles, which were to be introduced in the Belenko’s training later on. The mission was launched earlier than initially planned, because the KGB was about to stop Viktor Ivanovich Belenko from defection.

Although pilot defections during the Cold War were not a rarity, what made Belenko’s defection unique was the fact that the MiG-25 was largely unknown in the West. This is the main point to bear in mind when thinking about Belenko and, unfortunately, this fact is often forgotten.

The ideological background for the events which took place in 1976 is deeply rooted in the beginnings of the post-war period. As the Cold War was in progress there were many incidents and crises which closely led to a confrontation between the two superpowers. One of these events was Francis Gary Powers’s U-2 spy flight on of May 1, 1960.

Power’s U-2 took off from USAF Peshawar Air Base in Pakistan for a GRAND SLAM mission, to investigate the Soviet missile and plutonium production plants. Targets were Sverdlovsk, Plesetsk (ICBM sites) and Mayak – a plutonium plant.

The U-2 was a plane designed to fly well above the Soviet air defense Surface to Air Missile systems. Its operational ceiling was out of the range of the Soviet interceptors and missiles but Powers’ flight was expected, all of the units and surface-to-air defenses were put on alert. The MiG pilots were ordered to ram the aircraft if necessary. The U-2 was eventually shot down by an S-75 Dvina missile near Degtayrsk in the Ural region. Because of high g-force Powers had no chance of reaching the airplane’s self-destruction button and had to eject.

What is interesting is the fact that SAM crews did not know that the plane had already been shot down because the MiGs’ IFF transponders were not updated (May 1st is a national holiday), therefore several Soviet aircraft were also shot down by S-75 rockets.

The political consequences of the spy flight were severe.

Shortly after the incident the Americans created a cover up story for Powers’ failure. NASA had announced in a very specific press release that the pilot, having lost consciousness due to the problems with the oxygen equipment, had strayed into the Soviet territory with his autopilot engaged while carrying out a weather flight.

On May 7, Khrushchev announced that Powers had survived the crash and, nine days later, on May 16, 1960, during a Four Powers Paris Summit meeting with Harald MacMillan, Charles de Gaulle and Dwight Eisenhower he called the U-2 incident an act of a “deliberate aggression.”

Eisenhower refused to apologize for the incident, claiming that the U-2 flight was not of aggressive nature, having only a purpose of ensuring US safety. The meeting collapsed. At the time, Eisenhower was a proponent of so-called Open-Sky Policy, according to which both sides would allow for reciprocal reconnaissance flights over their territories. Khrushchev did not agree. Powers was sentenced to 7 years of hard labor in a Gulag, but he was exchanged for a Russian spy Rudolf Abel on the famous Glinecke Bridge in Potsdam, connecting West and East Germany.

Gary Powers incident sparked the development of the American Oxcart programme, with the goal to design the SR-71 spy plane, which in addition to flying high, also flew very fast, out of the range of the Soviet missiles’ operational envelope.

What is more, a D-21 drone reconnaissance system was developed, to be carried by SR-71 as a parasite. The drone would be dropped, fly over the Soviet Union, return over the Pacific and drop the reconnaissance materials on a parachute.

Both these designs led to the development of a Soviet countermeasure – the MiG-25, known in NATO code as the Foxbat.

MiG-25 take off

The main reason for the importance of Belenko‘s defection cannot be understood without going deeper in the aviation context of the event. The Cold War was the time when both sides used the nuclear armament as a psychological weapon. Therefore ways to deliver warheads were some of the priorities in the development in the field of military industry.

One of the ways to deliver warhead to its target was to use the strategic bomber. The bombers in the US – the B-52s – were subsonic, and could have been easily intercepted by the MiG-21, which was capable of reaching speeds of Mach number up to Mach 2 and altitudes of 60,000 feet.

Problems began to emerge when the B-58 Hustler was designed. This plane was capable of flying with the same level of performance as any MiG-21, which for the Soviet designers meant they had to look for a better countermeasure.

The Strategic Air Command of the United States Air Force at the time was into creating a nuclear-powered bomber of infinite range. The project had been dropped in 1964 when North American aviation announced that it could build a bomber capable of attaining speeds of Mach 3 throughout the entire length of its mission.

Secondly, after the failure of U-2 spy plane, launched the Oxcart program, which lead to the development of Mach 3 strategic reconnaissance aircraft, SR-71.

That put the Moscow designers on alert, and an assignment was given to the design bureaus of MiG (Mikoyan and Gurevich) and Sukhoi to develop a countermeasure.

The surface-to-air missiles were considered insufficient. The aim was to develop a single-seat interceptor capable of attaining extremely high speeds and altitudes.

New problems for the Soviet scientists emerged, such as thermodynamic heating, leading to immense development of the Moscow research institute, TsAGI – transliteration of the Russian abbreviation which stands for Центра́льный аэрогидродинами́ческий институ́т (ЦАГИ) – Central Aero-Hydrodynamic Institute. Mikhail Gurevich was the leader of the MiG-25 project.

According to Discovery Channel’s TV series Wings of the Red Star many Western experts argue that the Foxbat was inspired by the North American Aviation A-5 Vigilante. The design programme for MiG-25 was founded in 1958. The basic design of E-155 which later became MiG-25 was the work of Artion Mikoyan.

The E-155, the prototype of what was to become Foxbat was propelled by two large turbojet engines designed by Tumansky. The prototype itself was designed in the period of 1961-1962.

No aluminum, so popular in the West at the time, was used for construction. Steel and nickel alloys were used instead, with limited use of titanium on leading edges and places where heat loads were expected to be high.

The aircraft had to be light, to that extent that weight was traded for strength. The G-load it could withstand was only 5 g, two times less than other fighters which were designed to fight in close combat.

The maiden flight of E-155 was made by famous MiG test pilot, Alexander Fedotov on May 1, 1964.

The MiG-25’s mission as an interceptor required development of fire control system which would be able to work at the speeds the plane could reach.

The radar on the plane, RP-25 Smerch, designated in the NATO nomenclature as Foxfire, 1,100 pounds in weight, was the largest device of this type at the time. According to Barron, the radar was very powerful (600 kilowatts), as

“[Belenko] also dared not touch the radar switch because the impulses from the MiG-25 radar were so powerful, they could kill a rabbit at a thousand meters. Hence, it was a crime to activate the radar on the ground.”

Its purpose was to burn through any jamming systems known at the time and to provide a stable lock-on allowing the pilot to use the air-to-air missiles that Foxbat was carrying.

Also in May of 1964 the XB-70 aircraft was made a research airplane, and presented to the public in Palmdale, California, after being canceled three times (in 1959, 1960 and in 1961). At same time, the U-2 missions were still a danger, so as the SR-71, US Air Force ultimate Mach 3 spy plane. For these reasons the development of Foxbat was not canceled.

Mikoyan left his design bureau in March 1964 for health reasons. Never had he an opportunity to see the MiG-25 enter service dying in December from the heart attack.

In March 1965 the first public announcements of the plane’s performance were made, which was that it completed 150 kilometers closed circuit flight at the speed of 1,400 miles per hour.

The Foxbat made its first public appearance at the airshow organized in connection with the celebration of the 50th anniversary of the October Revolution on Jul. 9, 1967 on the Domodedovo airfield. When three MiG-25s appeared in the sky the show announcer referred to them as “Interceptors capable of Mach 3”.

Both the Western experts and Russians were puzzled, as even in the Soviet Russia there was almost no information about the MiG-25 available to the public whatsoever, up until 1972.

Mig-25 side takeoff

Besides being an interceptor, the Mig-25 was also a high altitude reconnaissance aircraft. It was operated in the conditions of direct radio communication with the ground and was capable of taking photographs of whole United Kingdom within one flight.

The West had an opportunity to see what the aircraft was capable of in a proxy war between Israel and Egypt.

Four MiGs, referred to as X-500, were shipped to Egypt in fall 1971. The Egyptians were forbidden to come close to them, and even though the aircraft had Egyptian markings, they were flown by Soviet pilots and serviced by Soviet crews.

When one of the Israeli F-4 Phantom fighters tried to intercept the MiG reconnaissance aircraft at Mach 2,5, the MiG simply accelerated to Mach 3.2 and disappeared.

The MiG-25 engines were capable of producing 12,500 kG each. The design assumptions of the construction were not to create a good close combat fighter, but to propel it throughout the airspace as fast as possible.

In the late 1960s the USA developed the F-15 which was a fruit of the vague understanding of what MiG-25 was. That understanding was based on the speed and altitude records Foxbat had broken (see below).

The Western experts assumed that it was faster in straight line than expected. They also thought that it was made of lightweight, modern composite materials and that it was powered by modern turbofan engines. It was also believed to have a long-range and good close air combat capabilities.

As a result of that, American engineers designed the ultimate fighter jet, which was very complex, and due to that – quite costly. In the beginning of its existence it broke many of the climb records established earlier by hte Foxbat.

It was late 1972 when F-15 entered service, and it was long until 1976 for the MiG to remain a mystery.

On Sept. 6, 1976, when Viktor Belenko defected taking off from the Sokolovka airbase and landing in Japan, the Western perception of Foxbat changed.

It turned out that the airplane was heavier and simpler in construction than expected, hence it had shorter range. It was far from being a close combat jet with its rugged construction. It also had very poor low-speed capabilities.

As Peter Ustinov of the Wings of the Red Star TV series summarizes: “MiG-25 was indeed an extraordinary machine, but not the one the West had imagined.”

Nevertheless the simplicity of Foxbat could not stop it from breaking many world records, nor could the Americans at the time.

MiG-25 front left

The prototypes were made lighter and their purpose was to break several records. As it is stated in the classification of FAI (International Aeronautical Federation), Foxbat belonged to the category C1 (III) which specifies jet powered aircraft with unlimited take-off weight.

The records broken by Foxbat were of various nature.

They included: speed record on a 1,000 km circuit by chief MiG test pilot Alexander Fedotov: 2319,12 km/h on Mar. 16, 1965; the Foxbat broke several time-to-height records, for example climbing to 20,000 m in 2 minutes 49,8 seconds. The MiG-25 also set several absolute world records that still stand. Absolute world altitude records with 1,000 kg payload, and without payload: 35,230 m and 36,240 m respectively were also set.

Air-to-air_left_side_view_of_a_Soviet_MiG-25_Foxbat-E_aircraft

As already explained, the West had almost no knowledge of MiG-25 whatsoever until 1971, and very poor knowledge by September 1976 when Belenko defected.

It was a great surprise, and present for the Western experts when Belenko flew a brand new MiG-25 to a Japanese airfield.

At first the Soviet officers at Sokolovka airbase, where Belenko was stationed, thought that it was navigation systems problem that occurred and lead to the event. The defection, however, was preplanned and premeditated.

Several authors say that Belenko, had been an aviation enthusiast from his earliest childhood.

He received his flight training in order to become a flying instructor and devoted most of his time to learning and perfecting his flying craftsmanship.

He got a job as an instructor in Amarvir Pilot School, flying Sukhoi Su-15 planes, always being a top notch airman. It was in the beginning of the 1970s when he heard about a MiG-25 for the first time.

Almost immediately, wanting to learn about the new plane, he asked for transfer to flight training on Foxbat in 1972. The unit he applied to was Rostov, near Iran, but he was soon moved to the far east, to Sokolovka, the 530th Fighter Regiment.

The permission for transfer given by the commander being an exception in those times was justified with the Belenko’s great interest in the modern air technology. His records were flawless, so he was selected, and he was appointed a party secretary of the squadron.

Belenko’s training program progressed without any trouble. After the individual flights program ended the group flights began. The group flights started at the end of August and were to be conducted for one month.

On Sept. 6, 1976 Belenko walked his child to the kindergarten and went to the base to fly.

The weather conditions were good for flying – the cloudiness was of about 7/10 with the lower cloud surface at 1,500-2,000 meters and upper at 5,000 meters. Take-off was to take place at 12:50.

Soon after the take-off Belenko reported engine problems and separated from the group. He dropped to an altitude of 50 m above the sea, so no problems that usually occur in a low-level flight were present. He was flying low, so the radars could not track him. The direction the plane was going was eastward. Directly towards the Japanese archipelago.

Getting closer to the shore Belenko climbed to 6,700 m, waiting for the reaction of the Japanese air defense.

370 kilometers from the island he was finally spotted by the radars. The Japanese at Chitose airbase scrambled a pair F-4J fighters to intercept him. Knowing that he had been detected he descended again but he soon entered the clouds, experiencing difficulties in navigation.

At 13:52 he spotted an airfield and attempted a landing, but had to abort it and go around because of a Boeing 727 airliner taking off. According to his assessment, the airstrip was a bit shorter from what he had seen on military airfields. He made a long landing, overshooting the runway and rolling about 240 meters beyond the threshold.

After getting out of the cockpit he spotted the name of the airfield. Unfortunately it was not a military base, but civilian Hoktado strip. Nevertheless, Belenko was in Japan, which was his main objective. Just after getting out of the cockpit he made a warning shot and warned the Japanese not to come close to the plane because it was secured with explosives (at the time the Soviet Air Force used to secure the MiG-25 from getting into the Western hands by using explosives and self-destruction system).

He also asked the personnel to cover the aircraft in such a way that the Soviet markings were not visible. Then, he asked to be put in contact with the US Air Force representation. The airfield was closed down for five hours. Belenko asked for a political asylum.

The time between the afternoon of September 6th and 7th was very eventful.

The media showed a large interest in the incident and disseminated the news all across the Western world. Aeroflot sent a delegation, but they were not allowed to see nor to come close to the Foxbat.

Diplomacy was a major problem. In order to justify keeping the pilot and plane on the Japanese territory the authorities accused Belenko of illegal border trespassing.

The plane was moved to a hangar and afterwards was transported to military airbase in Hyakuri, located 80km north from Tokyo. On Sept. 19 a C-5 Galaxy cargo plane was brought from the US in order to transport the MiG-25; eleven experts from Wright-Patterson AFB were brought in order to examine the aircraft.

Also 64 Japanese experts took part in the examination. The aircraft was partially dismantled and transported in escort of F-4J and F-104J fighters.

The examination included infra-red photos of Foxbat with the engines working at full military power. It was essential for western air-to-air missiles designers to know the heat spectrum of the engines, so that they could develop missile guidance systems according to the characteristics of the Foxbat engines.

The diplomatic struggle went on. The official statement of the Japanese was that the plane would be returned to the Soviets but no sooner than Oct. 5, 1976. Due to the fact that samples of materials were taken from the wings the Foxbat could not go back by air.

It was dismantled again and sent back on a container ship in parts, in 13 containers. The Japanese secured the containers so that the Soviet personnel would not do the review of the plane in the daylight.

But the Russian methodology was unknown to the Japanese. The personnel had opened the containers with crowbars and it turned out that some equipment was still in the hands of the West. The Soviets asked the West to pay for the missing aircraft instrumentation and avionics. The Japanese in a reply asked the Russians to pay for transport and formalities.

Belenko’s family was detained and KGB started an investigation. A personal diary in which fuel calculations were carried out was found in Belenko’s flat.

It was also found out that the pilot was in Moscow a week prior to the deception.

All these factors suggested that the incident was a long preplanned operation of the American intelligence as Belenko could have met a US agent in Moscow.

What is more, the Soviet pilot very often used the confidential library of the airbase, more often than other pilots. It was supposed that he might have been taking photos of the MiG-25 manual.

After Belenko arrived he was isolated from the third parties.

He got a political asylum in the USA, where he started working in an aviation company. Afterwards, in many interviews, like in one for Full Context magazine, he said that the main reason behind the defection was to get away from the communism.

He received American citizenship and opened his own company. He got married to an American woman, with whom he had 3 children. According to Barron’s book his family life in USSR was going towards a bitter end – a divorce – so he fled to the US.

After publishing this article we received an email from one of our readers who provided some more behind the scenes details. Here’s what he’s written to us:

Actually, they did, and Russia was totally unaware of it. It was rolled into a hangar, dismantled, and flown to Area 51 by C-5A Galaxy, where it was totally examined, taken apart, reassembled, and flown by Victor Belenko against our first line fighters of the time. It was then disassembled, crated, loaded back onto the C-5, and flown back to Japan, where it was placed on the dock to await a Russian freighter’s pick-up.

We expected to find high tech alloys used for the wings, but the rust through the paint revealed they were steel. Where we expected high tech electronics, we found vacuum tube electronics.

You must remember that Russia builds for durability, and survival under war-time conditions. Just like their AK-47 Automatic rifle…bullet proof, easy to manufacture, and repair under war conditions. Which is easier to construct, and repair during wartime..high tech, or low-tech items? You’ll find the inside of Antanov’s giant aircraft made the same way, especially loading ramps, which are hollow, with an aluminum thin covering and internal ribs, with a reverse dimple texture. Hydraulics actually glass jars !!

Area 51 was the site of many Russian MiG tests, obtained from many different sources. we had a number of pilots versed in, and trained in MiG operations and evaluations.

Yes, Japan DID allow the removal, and testing, by us, of Belenko’s MiG 25..but it was highly secret.

About Jacek Siminski

Standing contributor for TheAviationist. Aviation photojournalist. Co-Founder of DefensePhoto.com. Expert in linguistics, Cold War discourse, Cold War history and policy and media communications.

@TheAviationist.co

[laresearchette]

Sunday, October 06, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: AMERICAN MUSIC AWARDS 50TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL (Global) 8:00pm THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF POTOMAC (Bravo Canada) 8:00pm THE FRANCHISE (HBO Canada) 10:00pm VINYL OBSESSION (AXS Canada) 10:30pm

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA MR. ROBOT (Season 1–Season 4)

CRAVE TV CHASING LIBERTY THE FRANCHISE (Series Premiere) WHAT A GIRL WANTS

GRAND SLAM OF CURLING (SN) 10:00am: Tour Challenge - Men's Final (SN1) 2:30pm: Tour Challenge - Women's Final

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN3/TSN4) 1:00pm: Browns vs. Commanders (TSN/TSN3) 4:00pm: Packers vs. Rams (TSN/TSN3) 8:20pm: Cowboys vs. Steelers

WNBA BASKETBALL (SN360) 3:00pm: Liberty vs. Aces - Game 4 (TSN4) 5:00pm: TBD vs. TBD

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 4:00pm: Mets vs. Phillies - Game 2 (SN) 8:00pm: Padres vs. Dodgers - Game 2

NWSL SOCCER (TSN2) 5:00pm: Orlando Pride vs. Washington Spirit

MLS SOCCER (TSN2) 7:00pm: Portland vs. Dallas

HEARTLAND (CBC) 7:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Heartland struggles with competition from Pryce Beef just as Amy agrees to help Nathan Pryce in a sheepdog competition; Lou, Jack and Tim are feeling the strain as a water shortage is on the horizon...AFFECTS HORSIES!

NORTHWOODS SURVIVAL (APTN) 7:00pm: Running Low: Amidst a harsh Canadian winter, the Northwoods Survival homesteaders search the land for essential resources to replenish their supplies and survive the season.

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4/TSN5) 7:30pm: Wizards vs. Raptors (SN Now) 8:00pm: Bucks vs. Pistons

THE GREAT CANADIAN BAKING SHOW (CBC) 8:00pm: Ten of Canada's amateur bakers arrive at the Baking Tent to start their quest for the cake plate.

THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) (CTV2) 8:01pm: Longing to find out more about the world beyond the sea, a spirited young mermaid visits the surface and falls for the dashing Prince Eric. Following her heart, she makes a deal with the evil sea witch, Ursula, to experience life on land.

CRIME SCENE KITCHEN (Global) 9:00pm (SEASON 2 PREMIERE): Six self-taught baking teams arrive at the "Crime Scene Kitchen" to start their hunt for clues, leading them to the mystery dessert.

ROCK SOLID BUILDS (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm: While on a school break, Randy's young son Grady helps supervise a big dig in Brigus, but momentum sags as the homeowners keep tweaking the design.

[archesa]

WIP Whenever (and that includes Wednesday ! )

I was tagged by @redwayfarers aka @i-mybrunettelady and unfortunately I have not moved more than a few words forward on the previous WIP, so... here's another WIP to feast your eyes upon 😊

This is set somewhere between Heart of Thorns and Season 3, so obviously spoilers for the former. Featuring, Vigil shenaningans, Laranthir being autoritative (hot!), Dairban and Galaëd being friends (also hot!), and Galaëd being a little shit.

Dairban is Meryw's podtwin, a Warmaster of the Vigil and Laranthir's close second and belongs to my ever partner in crime @lilypixy !

Galaëd did not remember how it started. A word. An insinuation. And his antlers ramming into one of the recruits. Dairban seizing him by the waist and tearing him away from the fray only to join in himself. And here they stood, in Laranthir's office, while raised voices rattled the walls of the Vigil Fortress.

The doors slammed open and the Grand Warmaster stormed towards them, a disappointed expression on his face.

"Sit. Both of you." he ordered, before they could even rise from their seats.

His expression was cold and judgemental. A severe disappointment written in bright lines his face.

"I have six recruits harbouring bruises, cuts and electrical burns. Anything you wish to add to that list?"

Galaëd scoffed. There was a certain number of things he would have added to that list, yes...

I tag in this my regulars ^^

@curiousartemis @monaskydancer @i-mybrunettelady (right back at you, Nero! <3 grace us with some gw2 inspired WIP fragment?) @kerra-and-company @dumb-dumb-mander @thorns-and-brambles @just-eyris-things @uselessidiotsquad and I'm quite certain I'm forgetting a few people so, really whoever finds this!

[rafaelnadalfans]

Rafael Nadal's Paris 2024 Olympics Dream Comes to an End

Rafael Nadal’s Olympic dream in Paris came to an end as he and Carlos Alcaraz were defeated 6-2, 6-4 by Austin Krajicek and Rajeev Ram in the doubles quarter-finals. Krajicek and Ram, both Grand Slam men’s doubles champions (though not as partners), mostly dominated the match on a packed Court Philippe Chatrier. Despite the loss, Rafa surely gave his best during the Olympics, and nothing will…

[more-ri]

A One-Sided Encounter

Soft music plays in a luscious red ballroom, polished checkered floor tiles reflecting the light of several candles and a golden chandelier. The music drifts across the room from an ornate grand piano as a woman plays a slow tune. Pallid skin and waist long inky hair contrast the vibrant room, almost making her appear monochrome. She's draped in a simple black dress, a slit exposing her pale legs up to the thigh. Her gloved hands work their way cautiously across the keys, creating a gentle melody. Between her notes, heavy breathing can be heard from the other end of the room. There rests a man dressed in a fine pinstripe suit, messy black hair betraying his attempt at an elegant look. His skeletal fingers wrap around the neck of a blurry humanoid figure as he wrestles the last bits of life from them. Wicked grin growing across his face, he takes one last look at the figure on the ground before throwing himself into a velvet armchair.

At the very least they're an interesting bunch, no?

Her voice is soft, chiming like a silver bell.

They're loud, talkative, obnoxious, I give it two months.

If her voice was like silver, then his was cracked and rusted.

They have their issues, but I think you're underestimating them. We saw them in that fight, if we're not careful they could turn on us at any instant.

The man stomps to his feet and begins to pace.

I don't like this. We were better off alone. Now we need to start hiding things again.

Gradually, the mans pacing quickens. He rushes from one end of the room to the other several times. With a shout he rams into the armchair, sending it screeching across the floor. Finally relaxing, he turns to the body on the floor with a disappointed look.

What do you think of the holder?

She's.. Intriguing.

She cheated. She did something, I know it.

Does it matter? It'll end in all the same ways.

The disappointment on the man's face morphs into smug satisfaction. The body on the ground begins to take a clearer shape, one of scales and tendrils.

Don't get ahead of yourself. She's mine.

The man bares his teeth at her, dropping his shoulders as he begins to prowl closer.

You tore the last one apart so quickly I was barely able to have any satisfaction.

The man silently creeps up behind her, sharp teeth extending from his maw. His hands reach out for her tender neck-

A sharp bang makes the man jump. The woman turns to look at him, keylid now slammed shut.

You're not the only one who gets to have fun here.

Frustration crumbling, the man began to hang his head as though he were a dog caught tracking mud across the fine flooring. After a moment he moves back to his crooked armchair, slumping into it once again.

Besides, this one looks particularly savory.

The woman absentmindedly ran her tongue across her teeth, becoming lost in thought. Hers were just as sharp as his, and the thought of slowly breaking and tearing....

The silence from the man got her attention, it wasn't a common occurrence.

Oh, you poor thing.

She rose from the piano bench and strode across the room, circling the armchair before deciding to sit in his lap. Raising a hand to cup his cheek, she caressed his face with her thumb.

You'll get your turn baby, you can do whatever you'd like once I've finished. I'll leave her alive, just for you.

She puts her fingers underneath his chin, raising his face to meet her own. His breathing quickens, the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat fills his ears. His face twitches, and they lunge at each other with silently drawn knives.

Apostrophe wakes up, stirred from their meditation by the rustling of the tree they're hiding in. Carefully stretching, they begin to relax and climb back into their position. Rummaging through their pack they pull out a makeshift telescope. (Technically an actual scope that had come attached to their rifle, they took it off as they found it disorienting to use in the middle of a fight.) Poking it between the leaves of their vantage point they were able to get a clear sight of their target.

The window of a gated mansion came into view. An ornately decorated bedroom could be seen inside. They shifted slightly, and turned the scope over to the sleeping figure in the bed. Excitement rose in their chest as they settled into a more comfortable position. Taking out some dried meat, they began to pass the time by watching the figure. Beginning to enjoy themselves, they took every bite deliberately and let their imagination wander.

[maddstermind]

we're doing it man, we're making this happen

Care to elaborate? XD

Have you ever read Homestuck, Saph? That's what the title is a reference too lmao. I'll go stand in front of the firing line now.

But anyway. It's not a Homestuck story, it's a sorta. YA/NA eldritch horror story called The Conspiracy Gang. It's adapted from a roleplay me and my friends did/are doing (with their permissions). I haven't gotten very far in it yet, sadly, but I'm not giving up!

Here's a lil excerpt:

     The most important thing in common the two had, however, was their shared interest in the occult, cryptids, and just about any other strange mystery the world had to offer. At age nine, Max saw a picture of Mothman and decided that was what they wanted to be when they grew up, and they've been working towards it ever since. Their desire to discover the bizarre often led to them believing too easily — luckily for them, Lizzie was always there to balance the scales. While she also had a keen interest in the weird, she was more skeptical, thinking things through more thoroughly before deciding whether or not to believe them.      Together, the two had spent their years of friendship exploring the hidden town of Saint Hazel, following every possible lead in hopes of finding any scrap of strangeness in the sanitized town. They'd had their fair share of successes, even if it was never anything as grand-scale as Max hoped.      Attentions were grabbed by the cafeteria doors slamming open. A student came running in, a streak of blood trailing down his chin and onto his uniform, but he seemed to not be paying it any mind. Rather, he was dead-set on getting across the cafeteria, and even jumped up onto and ran across one of the longer tables as a shortcut. He was ramming through the doors on the other side of the cafeteria in a matter of seconds, leaving a whirlwind of confused students in his wake.      The confusion didn't last long, however. The doors he had initially come running through were now being closed by a tall, shaggy-haired boy in an unkempt uniform. Everyone recognized him before he even turned around: Trent Burke. All the unasked questions were answered instantaneously, and as he stomped over to a corner, the room spotted blood on his shirt and knuckles.

(whoops that wasnt so short lmao. Max is my character from the rp, Lizzie belongs to my friend Teeth and Trent to my friend Connor!)

[spectresbase]

Spectre's Advent Calendar, Days 7 & 8

Back to doubles days because fuck work.

These OCs come courtesy of @NsfwSaia and @Lastman505

“By the gods!” Down on all fours, the priestess started as Umi guided himself inside. At barely over 150cm, not a lot of people expected him to be as well hung as he was. He enjoyed their surprise immensely. Giving her maybe a second to realize what she was in for, he drove forward hard but not roughly. She’d thought seducing him would be a way to gain favor with his father, so a little mischief was fine, but he didn’t actually want to hurt her.

Suddenly more full than she’d expected to be, the priestess fought to reorient herself around the new reality. He didn’t give her the chance, dropping immediately into a fast paced rhythm that left her no room to steady herself. The slap of his hips on hers echoed around the temple’s grand hall, the watching attendants growing hushed as the undersized demigod proved their mistress had greatly misjudged the situation. Catching the eye of one particularly pretty attendant, Umi winked and blew them a kiss just as the priestess finally gave in to the sensations crashing over her and moaned. The sound filled the temple, a little demigod magic making it linger longer than it should have. 

And just like that, the damn broke, and the priestess who’d thought to use him as a weapon against his father found herself throwing her hips back against his, suddenly completely and totally devoted to a new goal: milking every last drop from his balls. Umi actually found himself hard pressed to keep up. Grabbing her hips, he tried to reassert control, but it was too late for that. She’d gotten a taste of what he could do, and she wanted so much more. Her pussy clutched at him, squeezing harder than ever and her next moan held a feral heat that told him he wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

Oh well!

*****

“Harder! You can do better than that!” Balancing on one leg, her other knee pressed to her chest, Talah Moon moaned shamelessly as Prelan’s cock slammed into her. Sweat clung to them both, a reminder of the sparring match that’d turned into this wild, close quarters fucking. He gave her what she wanted and the impact threatened to do what fifteen minutes of fighting hadn’t and knock her off her feet. Throwing one hand out behind her herself to brace against the wall, she looped the other one behind Prelan’s neck, counter balancing herself. 

He grinned at her. “Too hard? Gotta watch the footwork.”

She grinned back and rammed her own hips forward, catching him on the withdrawal, and nearly unbalancing them both. “You were saying?”

He recovered and drove back into her, forcing her up onto her tiptoes. “Fair enough.” Still holding one of her legs in place between them, he looped his other arm around her hips from behind, pulling her in close. “Let’s see how you handle close work.” His hand slipped lower, fingers running down between her cheeks before hooking upwards to press against her ass. Leaning back, using her hand on him as an anchor, she pressed her hips forward, taking even more of him before rolling them back so his fingers on her ass were suddenly doing more than just teasing. Lifting an eyebrow, she drawled. “Honey, up close is where I do my best work. You won’t last a minute.”

He gave her his best smile. “We’ll see.”

[stateofsport211]

📸 🎥 Eurosport

Ramsbury started the decider with Joe’s working smash to secure 3 break points to *0-0 0-40, but Rohan had a working lob to save the second break point (which turned out to be in) before they ended up saving all those break points to hold 1-0 as a start. Two consecutive games later, Ramsbury had to face another break point thanks to a volley exchange (which tested their reaction), but Ebden’s smash created another break point before Ramsbury held to 2-2 at the expense of Ebden’s missed volley.

The fifth game became important as Bopden had an erratic setup to precede Bopanna’s forehand error (one of which went too wide) for Ramsbury to break 3-2 in the third set. The rhythm was confirmed to be shifted once Ramsbury held their service game 4-2, signifying their improving service games (which appeared more solid than the previous ones). Interestingly, in the seventh game, Bopanna (on behalf of Bopden) conceded a point to Ramsbury after Ebden’s intended +1 forehand accidentally hit his elbow, putting them in an even more trailing position (2 points behind) before they won 4 consecutive points to hold 4-3.

It took two consecutive holds for Ramsbury to serve for the match. Despite some hiccups along the way (including several errors), Joe’s working volley secured the match point before Raj’s unreturned (second) serve secured the third set 6-3 for Ramsbury, successfully defending their title for the third consecutive time, putting them as the first pair to do so in the Open Era after the rollercoaster first 9 months. A much-needed moment for the pair after all the ups and downs.

[sdranothersmut]

Teruya (SDRA2) and Mikado doing whatever you choose. (The tall teletubby needs some love too)

Smut warning

Teruya sighs looking down upon Mikado, the wizard has been teasing him relentlessly for MONTHS and honestly Teruya is at his breaking point!! Teruya pushes the wizard's head down into the bed and rubs his throbbing cock against Mikado's anal hole!! The himbo merchant has had it up to HERE so y'know it's only natural that Mikado handles his stress right?

Teruya rams his cock into Mikado causing the Wizard to moan out very very loudly!! He can barely imagine any normal human could handle the merchant's cock, Good thing he's anything but normal I suppose!! *PLAP PLAP PLAP* As Teruya slams into Mikado the merchant grabs Mikado's hair yanking it back!! As his face is up and his moans much clearer Teruya slams his hips into Mikado's rear causing a much louder moan to erupt from the wizard!! With each powerful thrust the Wizard's evil disperses and his mind collapses on himself!! *PLAP*

"OHHH~!!" *PLAP PLAP* "KYAHH~!!!* Each thrust making Mikado get louder and louder until finally Teruya has reached his boiling point!!! He slams his hips roughly into Mikado's ass marking it jussst a bit~ As he floods Mikado's ass with his hot spunk!! This was the end of Evil Mikado, and the grand beginning of the one THE ONLY SLUT MIKADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WOO WOO WOO

[madam-melon-meow]

The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative: a homestuck fanfic. Chapter 18, an excerpt.

She began jogging down the street, pushing her way past the suddenly thickening crowds. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who wasn’t looking at her phone. They all stank of fear and desperation, all knocking into her as they fled north, into the heart of the city, where the shelter awaited.

She didn’t think Karkat’s grand prophetic distraction would be a bomb.

After the fifth time being knocked backwards by an idiot human, Vriska snarled, giving up all pretenses of being subtle. Crowd control in battle situations wasn’t something she had a lot of practice with, but fuck it, no time like the present.

As she shoved forward, fangs on display, clawing anyone who stood between her and her escape route south, she tapped into the recesses of her powers, eyes lighting up.

You’re more scared of me than you are of dying. Stay out of my way. I am your nightmare.

She shoved her mind forward like a battering ram, a concentrated burst of malice and danger that parted the crowd as they screamed, cried out, wet themselves, and scrambled, pushing their fellow man to the ground in an attempt to clear her path. She needed to get the fuck out of here, and if this was what it took, so be it. She began to run.

Vrischika. Where are you?

A hot iron of foreign thought pressed against her mind like a brand.

Get out get out get out get out get out!

She chanted the nonsensical mantra, control slipping over her mass attack as she tried to divide her focus, pull back inside her mind and rip out the interloper. Instead, it burned deeper, searing into her. A man shoved past Vriska, who stumbled, just barely catching herself. She was a bug under a magnifying glass, the heat of concentrated sunlight burning her mind to a crisp.

Vrischika. You will submit. Cease this disobedient chatter.

Vriska couldn’t tell who was speaking. If it was the one, or the other. It might have been both, speaking in agonizing tandem, the one bolstering the other. It didn’t matter. Either could bring her to her knees, and that was without inviting them further in, without acknowledging them by name.

The longer you fight, the worse it will be for you.

GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT FUCK YOU GET OUT FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

Shut up, you ungrateful whelp. Your Pharoah requires your presence, your god-on-earth asks you to serve. You will do as I say, or you will suffer.

Vriska slowed, feeling her eyes water. Blood, hot and scarlet, dripped down her face, washing the world in a wine-bright filter.

The next person to slam into her wasn’t even looking forward. It was an old, wiry woman, her furred disposition giving away her non-human status. The were-coyote was staring at the sky, red light washing over her in a stain. The woman’s gray-flecked muzzle was open, shocked.

Do you see what is coming? You MUST return. Your death will be agony. Only at my feet will you survive.

Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, Vriska stopped struggling forward, instead following the gaze of the elderly were to stare up into the blazing sky.

Despite it being daylight, the sky was full of stars.

Bright arcs of flame streaked across the sky, falling towards earth like hell raining down. More screams rang out around her, prayers and children’s names and wordless bursts of sound all fighting to be heard over the ever-present wail of the sirens.

Want to find out what happens next? Read on, here:

[nottoxicfr]

They should FFXIV A Realm Reborn RWBY. They should blow up Remnant. I know this sounds like I'm a hater, but I'm not. I just love when things FFXIV A Realm Reborn (Blow Up).

Just picture this. They get back to Remnant. Everything's terrible. What's new? Glad you asked.

There's a big ass red star in the sky and it's going to blow up Remnant (spectacular). It's the Star of Belmagio (as you know, of course)!!! What's the issue? It's got a massive Grimm in it from the days when Remnant was whole, which is bad because there's significantly less people who have magic to handle this bad situation. Even worse because only two people are vaguely aware that this could happen.

This giant Grimm is a dragon (obviously named a derivative of Smaug) and it's been influencing Humanity and Grimm to give in to their negative emotions. It's been imprisoned in the star for so long that it's decided the only way for it to break free is to ram it head-first into the planet.

Now, obviously, we can't spend a whole Volume talking about that so instead, Team OERN (Oscar, Emerald, Ren, and Nora) have been running around trying to deal with this and not dealing with their massive trauma since Team RWBYJ fell into a whole.

Anyway, Team RWBYJ gets out of the hole and finds the world in the middle of a war, because the Grimm made humanity want to kill itself.

The Grimm slams directly into the ocean, causing massive amounts of damage and briefly flooding all the conteinents. Team RWBYJ arrives in the middle of a battle between whoever and whatever, meets up with OERN.

Following several events, Oscar sends the gang to safety several years into the future, and he is left alone to seal the big Dragon inside the moon using the Relic of Destruction.

The grand result is the absolute funniest way to do a time skip, the moon is whole, and also it's like a soft reset.

[laresearchette]

Sunday, September 08, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: THE WONDERLAND MASSACRE & THE SECRET HISTORY OF HOLLYWOOD (MGM+) UNIVERSAL BASIC GUYS (City TV) 8:00pm BOB’S BURGERS (CHCH/Fox Feed/Check Local Listings) 8:30pm THE GREAT NORTH (CHCH/Fox Feed/Check Local Listings) 9:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: ANIMAL GENIUS (TBD - Nat Geo Canada) MURDER BELOW DECK (TBD - Lifetime Canada) NATIONAL PARKS: USA (TBD - Nat Geo Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA SHRINK

NETFLIX CANADA THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES 2

2024 US OPEN TENNIS (TSN/TSN4) 1:00pm: Men’s Final Preview (TSN/TSN4) 2:00pm: Men’s Final

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN3) 1:00pm: Jaguars vs. Dolphins (TSN3) 4:00pm: Broncos vs. Seahawks (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 8:20pm: Rams vs. Lions

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 1:00pm: Jays vs. Atlanta (SN Now) 4:00pm: Guardians vs. Dodgers (TSN2) 7:00pm: Diamondbacks vs. Astros

2024 SUMMER PARALYMPIC GAMES (CBC) 2:00pm: Closing Ceremony

SPRUCE MEADOWS - ROLEX GRAND SLAM (SN1) 3:30pm

WNBA BASKETBALL (TSN2) 4:00pm: Aces vs. Liberty (SN) 9:00pm: Sun vs. Sparks

NORTHWOODS SURVIVAL (APTN) 7:00pm: It's a return to a life free from the reliance on modern conveniences and away from the hustle and pollution of cities; it's a gamble that comes with a glorious upside, but also frighteningly high stakes.

CAR S.O.S. (Nat Geo Canada) 8:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Tim Shaw and Fuzz Townshend undertake dramatic automobile interventions across the U.K.

HOMICIDE HUNTER: AMERICAN DETECTIVE (Investigation Discovery) 8:00pm: Joe Kenda examines some of America's most disturbing and mind-blowing cases.

FIGHT NIGHT: THE MILLION DOLLAR HEIST (Showcase) 9:00pm/10:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Atlanta prepares for Muhammad Ali's comeback fight, and everyone wants a piece of the action; Chicken Man sets his eye on the fight night prize; Detective JD Hudson's call to duty is tested.

UNSELLABLE HOUSES (HGTV Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): With her daughter's dire health crisis alleviated, a mother is ready to part with a 1920s bungalow she bought to be by her side. She's looking to get top dollar, so she's calling on Lyndsay and Leslie go bold with an era-specific, glitzy upgrade.

TROPPO (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: A major breakthrough in the investigation becomes threatened when Amanda's past erupts into the present.

ROCK SOLID BUILDS (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm: A year in the making, it's all hands on deck at the Brigus waterfront as the team races to complete a custom three-story home, and that means completing a pile-up of tricky details inside and out, all in time for the Brigus Blueberry Festival.

[everythingkashmir]

Non-playing captains take centre court

By Faisul Yaseen

It is a Wimbledon of words and non-playing captains are calling the shots.

Welcome to Kashmir’s political court where the non-playing captains do not touch a racquet, yet their every serve is scrutinised, every rally dissected.

Their juicy rhetoric and intricate political maneuvering on Kashmir’s electoral landscape have turned the campaign for the upcoming Jammu and Kashmir assembly elections into a fascinating spectacle.

Sitting on the sidelines, these veteran strategists, with decades of political acumen, are the true maestros of this championship, their players mere extensions of their game plan on the electoral court.

The forehand of the non-playing captain of National Conference (NC), Farooq Abdullah, a three-time chief minister and party’s president, is capable of wrong-footing even the most nimble opponent.

Playing at the centre court, his game is a potent mix of charisma and political savvy. A rallying force, his aura permeates alleyways and villages, his presence commanding crowds, as though every political rally he touches turns into a grand slam event.

His team may be the ones playing the game, but it is Abdullah’s forehand that sets the ball in motion.

NC spokesman Imran Nabi Dar says that the party revolves around Abdullah.

“He is a crowd puller and a mass mobiliser,” Dar says. “His aura is not limited to Jammu and Kashmir.”

Across the net stands Mehbooba Mufti, former chief minister and People’s Democratic Party (PDP) president, whose refusal to contest in the upcoming assembly polls is drenched in nostalgia for a time when Jammu and Kashmir’s special status was intact.

She coaches her players from behind the net, boosting their spirits, to compete on her behalf in this tense political game.

Her baseline strategy?

Stay off the court, but ensure her team is ready to smash through the opposition’s defences.

PDP Youth President and its candidate for south Kashmir’s Pulwama constituency, Waheed-ur-Rehman Parra says that while Mufti might not be contesting herself, she boosts the morale of the contesting candidates of the party as well as the PDP supporters.

“Everybody in the party wanted her to contest but she is not contesting because she believes that she was the chief minister of a state which had a special status…,” he says.

In Kashmir’s political court, where the art of the “drop shot” is less about finesse and more about dropping bombshells that reverberate across the Valley, the court is crowded with players from all corners of the political spectrum.

But this is no ordinary tournament.

While some non-playing captains are coaching their team players to serve aces, others are happy to let their squad members play from the baseline and hit backhand shots to win the bigger political rallies.

Ghulam Nabi Azad, leading the Democratic Progressive Azad Party (DPAP), brings his years of experience to bear, while the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP)’s high command in New Delhi tosses policy decisions from afar, their influence felt with every backhand play.

BJP J&K unit’s General Secretary (Organisation) Ashok Kaul says that while senior leaders like Ram Madhav, Gangapuram Kishan Reddy, Ashish Sood, and Tarun Chugh are looking after the affairs of the party for the upcoming elections in J&K, the party high command including the BJP’s star campaigners Prime Minister Narendra Modi, Home Minister Amit Shah, and Defence Minister Rajnath Singh are reaching out to the voters to set the ball rolling.

Like the BJP high command, Congress leader Rahul Gandhi is also assuming the role of the non-playing captain for the Congress in J&K.

Senior Congress leader and former legislator Ghulam Nabi Monga says that Gandhi has a lot of love for the people of Kashmir.

“A sea of people – young and old, men, women and children, came to welcome him when he recently visited Kashmir while his Bharat Jodo Yatra was also impressive,” he says. “He is our star campaigner and connects well with the masses as he talks about Kashmir from the heart.”

Even from behind bars, Engineer Rashid, the incarcerated president of the Awami Ittehad Party (AIP), manages to make his presence felt on this political court.

His absence from the court itself only seems to amplify his political voice, bringing into sharp focus the unique nature of this high-stakes game.

Rashid’s son Abrar, who successfully led his campaign in the parliamentary polls and is now campaigning for the upcoming assembly polls, says the campaign not only in north Kashmir but also in south Kashmir is witnessing massive crowds.

“Yes, Rashid Sahab is the major factor in our campaign,” he says. “This is because he has tirelessly worked for the people.”

The match might have started at love-all but the rallies are getting longer and longer.

Meanwhile, the electorate watches with bated breath as the score teeters between advantage and deuce.

As the political grand slam unfolds in J&K, a single fault may be forgiven, but a double fault could cost the entire match.

With the final set approaching, the tension is palpable. Who will emerge victorious in this most unusual of championships? Will it be the seasoned veterans, their experience guiding them through the trickiest of tiebreaks? Or will a dark horse emerge, armed with a powerful serve of fresh ideas and grassroots support?

One thing is certain: in the grand arena of Kashmiri politics, where the lines between sport and statecraft blur, there is no such thing as a simple game. Here, every point is a policy, every set a mandate, and the match itself is nothing less than the future of the region.

October 8 will determine who wins the point, game, set, match, and this grand slam called Kashmir’s political theatre.

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