#kittyhawks

[usaac-official]

A Kittyhawk I of No 75 Squadron RAAF at Milne Bay, September 1942

[nocternalrandomness]

N2416X - 1941 P-40E Kittyhawk - Texas Warhawk LLC

[renlyslittlerose]

Went outside yesterday and there was much lamentation that the tall grasses were neither tall nor green

[geekabilly088]

[usafphantom2]

(Real colour.) 31 May 1943, Tunisia. Curtiss Kittyhawk Mark III from 112 Squadron. #WW2 #HISTORY

@rgpouluessen via X

[deutschland-im-krieg]

Generaloberst Erwin Rommel with officers of the Afrika Korps inspects a damaged RAF Curtiss P-40 Kittyhawk fighter, North Africa, 1942

[hawkeykirsah]

Snippet Sunday

It's been a hot minute since I did Snippet Sunday the last time but here's some Soapgaz I'm working on. I entertained the thought of it becoming Soapgazghost for quite a while but it didn't turn out that way. Another time, then. Either way, I decided to try something different and write in present tense. Not quite sure how I feel about it yet.

“Gaz?” Soap asks, tilting his head to look at him. “You alright, mate?” He undoes the sporran and places it on a shelf, belt neatly coiled up, and takes off his socks, balancing easily on one foot as he does. Kyle swallows, standing a bit awkwardly two steps into the room. He wants to kiss him so badly it’s making his chest ache. His mind is still reeling, trying to reconcile the all new facets of Soap he saw today with the fact that it made him realize he’s apparently slowly been falling in love with his teammate for months. Soap approaches him slowly, a curious look in his eyes. “You’ve been acting strange all day.” “I—” Kyle starts, wondering how to explain the feelings whirling in his chest. “Fuck.” He surges forward, framing Soap’s face with his hands, and brings their lips together, hoping this doesn’t ruin things between them, hoping that Ghost was right and Soap really is interested. He hears the stunned sound ripped from Soap’s throat but he doesn’t pull away. No, his lips move against Kyle’s with ease, returning the kiss. Emboldened, Kyle traces his tongue over the seam of those lips, slipping it inside when he feels them part. He tilts his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, the low groan Soap lets out reverberating through him. Slowly, Soap pulls away, his hands resting on Kyle’s chest. He licks his lips, eyes bright. “Not sure what brought this on but I’m no’ complainin’,” he says breathlessly.

[thestonecuttersguild]

Oshkosh 2023

[thatbanditqueen]

Elvis Movie Gang Tomorrow

Grab a plate of possum and get your energy up to chase them government critters when we watch Kissin' Cousins tomorrow, Saturday, August 18.

2 PM PST/ 4 PM CST/ 5 PM EST/ 22 UK/ 23 EU

Come here to watch it at Kosmi

I usually post a trailer, but it can't possibly capture how great this movie is in all its ridiculous glory. It's campy, but I will say I actually think Elvis kills it...

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[boeingboingboing]

I have bad memory and I know posted this question once but I CANT FIND IT. So uh, would america blow up it's own ships after retirement? Because anyway the vehicles on land barely give a shit according to my hcs about ships.

Like this question is mainly because I'm woc-fying USS Saratoga (CV-3) and USS America (CV-66) and both of them were used in experiments. Saratoga was used in a nuclear bomb test and Bikini atoll and America was bombarded in a live firing test and was blown by explosives. LIKE HOW INHUMANE IS THAT ESP FOR THOSE WHO SERVED UR NATION? And no way in hell would Kittyhawk class carrier allow the navy to even use America in such a way.

Been thinking like Kittyhawk and others absolutely refused to allow that to happen to America cause like, imagine being alive and killed BY YOUR OWN NAVY? Conscience will haunt them, and THAT'S THEIR SISTER SHIP RIGHT THERE. She was scuttled btw, so what if they just tested on her for awhile and then let her before too serious to be alive injuries?? Idk help

[penname-artist]

Flysenhower x Kittyhawk should be called Fkysenhawk if it isn't already

Oh for sure. Either Flysenhawk, Kittyhower, or CatBird lol

[nocternalrandomness]

Low pass at Nellis AFB

[renlyslittlerose]

Spent the day deep cleaning my room, only to be unable to finish because *someone* won't let me finish dressing the bed

[kate-bishops-waifu]

haii.. i just remembered 101 dalmatians,,

ik kate isn’t blonde but she reminds me of one of the characters who looked just like their dogs in the one scene,, more so just a joyous look and dark eyes like the big fluffy dog she walks around with,

AND! A MEET-CUTE LIKE THE MOVIE! lucky smells cat on u and absolutely books it in your direction, kate runs into u and silliness ensues

Okay I recently rewatched that film too and you have no idea how happy this made me. I literally have not stopped thinking about how I want Perdita and Pongo or Lady and Tramp style au. I just want to be the Lady to her Tramp so bad, I'm so giddy you have no idea. The vibes, for lack of better term, are so on point and I want KittyHawk to be like that! Also I need to know which background character you're talking about! Anyways, I felt obliged, and I really wanted to do a quick little blurb about this; so like a raven handing you trash as a present I present (pun not intended) this thing:

Really it wasn’t so bad. New York's up and coming vigilante, being mentored by her childhood hero, she didn’t miss going to school or really her mother at all. Though, it occurred to Kate that something was missing. She didn’t know what, her schedule was filled, training saving people, on the odd occasion she was requested at Bishop Security. She felt as though she were in waiting. She was itching for something bigger, something more important than her every day vigilantism. She pushed herself harder, she hardly thought about anything but being Hawkeye. She just needed something more, something big like what she’d dealt with at christmas. Really she wondered if this was all too easy. She privately hoped there would be some crisis more worthy of her attention. Something big to throw herself into.

Kate sat on her couch, bouncing an arrow against her knee and staring pensive at the television. Lucky lay at her feet, tail swishing almost rhythmically in time with Kate’s tapping. He raised his head, jumping up suddenly impatient. Lucky began to make a fuss, whining and turning in circles then nudging Kate with his snout.

Kate scrunched her nose and looked at the dog, “What’s up?” then sighed, “you’re probably right.” and shut off the television, dropping the arrow on the couch. She tossed on her boots and a sweater, and very nearly tripped when Lucky pulled at his leash.

Central park was pleasantly cool, and Lucky was still impatient, he was practically dragging Kate along, sniffing at the ground. Whatever was up with him, she couldn’t tell, but he was excited so she elected to indulge him. Though she remained at a measured walking pace, really their morning run was never enough but it was unusual for Lucky to be so energetic by this time in the afternoon. There was a breeze as they approached the lake, making the water look choppy and particularly cold. Lucky’s head sprang up very suddenly, and he launched forward, practically running into the only other person on the bridge with them. A woman in an overlarge sweater who looked surprised and somewhat harassed as Lucky rounded her, sniffing excitedly.

“Lucky!” Kate tried to calm him, or pull him back.

The woman had hardly a moment to comprehend before Kate barrelled right into her. Unable to stop the dog’s tirade they had been quite literally tied up in his leash. Kate tried to keep them steady, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what-” another tug at the leash and down they went, a hard crash on the cobblestone. Kate had very nearly toppled directly on top of the poor woman, doing her best to brace herself so as to not crush her.

“Oh my god, i’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened, he’s never like this I-” Kate went on, trying her best to detangle them. The girl looked surprised and a little harassed, dark curls sticking up as if in surprise, several books tossed from her bag, a deep blush on her cheeks as she tried to collect herself, gathering her skirts.

“I’m so sorry, here let me,” Kate offered a hand to help the woman up, which to her relief she did take, though hesitantly.

“I can't believe it, normally he’s a really good listener, Lucky down!” Lucky was still sniffing excitedly at the poor girl, though she didn’t look at all frightened of him.

“It’s alright, really,” Ophelia said in a rather small voice.

“Here, let me help with your things-” Kate reached for one of the books that had escaped her bag.

“No!” Ophelia chirped. “No, it’s alright you’ve done enough-” She was blushing, unused to sticking up for herself.

Kate hesitated, and for the first time they made eye contact. Ophelia was instantly struck, the woman who had run into her was beautiful, tall, long hair, boyish in her way. For a moment it was as if her mind had skipped, but as she came back to herself she averted her gaze, her flush deepening. When she looked up again, she noticed Kate was still looking at her, and as if they both realized what a ridiculous situation this had become they started to laugh.

[usafphantom2]

72-11-12 SASEBO CVA-63

F-4J NH-112 5808

F-4S

83 VE-106

83-11-04 crashed into Atlantic Ocean VMFA-115

@REDDevil0002 via X

[btcs-photos]

RAF P-40 Kittyhawk, found abandoned in the Sahara desert

Shot down over Egypt in 1942, found and recovered in 2012. The pilot's remains were found a few miles away from the crash site.