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hayanwulf · 3 months ago

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Magical Vandalism

Prompt fill for this : "Stephen gets arrested, and calls the only person he knows who might actually be able to post bail: Tony Stark." @ironstrangeprompts

“Boss, an unsaved number is calling you on your personal number.”

Tony paused his soldering and looked up. “Who?”

“The number is registered as belonging to Officer Jennifer from NYPD.”

“How’d they get my number.” And why would they call him? This was very odd. People didn’t just get Tony’s personal number like that.

“I’m not sure, Boss,” FRIDAY replied.

Tony huffed out an airy breath and put the soldering iron down on the table. “Put them through.”

There was a click as the call was accepted.

“Tony?”

Tony stilled.

That voice.. Tony hadn’t heard that deep, baritone voice since 2008. Since the day the person Tony had loved had dumped him, had walked out on him.

“..Hello?”

Why call now? Why, after all these years of radio silence?

Who was Tony kidding. Of course he knew exactly why Stephen was calling him now.

He knew about the accident from nearly a year ago. He knew Stephen’s hands had been destroyed. He knew the doc had driven himself bankrupt trying to heal his hands, with no success. He knew Stephen had no money to his name and had disappeared off the grid nearly 9 months ago, his trails ending cold in Nepal.

He knew all of this, because he’d been keeping up with news on Stephen, all these years. Had been actively trying to track him after his disappearance.

He shouldn’t have. He should’ve just moved on, like Stephen had.

Perhaps there was a small part of him that just couldn’t stop loving Stephen, even after all this time.

“Tony.. are you there?”

Tony should end the call right then and there. But.. damn it, he was worried. Stephen had been completely off the grid for the past 9 months and suddenly he was calling Tony, of all people. Tony was worried.

“Yes,” he replied after a pause, managing to keep his voice even.

There was a sigh from the other end, like Stephen was relieved that he’d been answered. “I.. I’m sorry. I couldn’t think of anyone else to call. I need.. help.”

Tony sighed, closing his eyes. Part of him wanted to just refuse it and end the call.

But...

Damn it, Stephen.

“What do you need?”

“I.. ah..” A short pause. “I got arrested and can’t afford the bail money.”

Tony blinked. “You got arrested,” he parroted, a little disbelieving.

“Yes.”

“What did you do? Theft?”

“What? No! Why would I do that!?”

Because you’re broke, Tony wanted to say. Instead he said, “Then what did you do!?”

“Wow, your faith in me is astounding,” Stephen said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “What makes you think I did anything at all?”

True, Stephen could’ve been falsely arrested. But, he supposed, good to know that Stephen still hadn’t lost any of his wit and sarcasm. “Well then, let’s hear it. What did they charge you with?”

“Vandalism.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Right, like I don’t do it myself every other day.” Though, he had certainly gotten better at reducing the collateral damage during fights over the past years. He could safely say that he was proud of the progress he’d made on that front. “What exactly did they charge you with?”

“... Breaking all windows of a neighborhood.”

Tony was silent for a moment.

“Why!?”

Stephen sighed tiredly. “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.”

“You broke all the windows of an entire neighborhood, accidentally.”

Stephen groaned. “Just help me. Please.”

Oh, Tony had questions. He wouldn’t sit quietly until they were answered. “Alright, give me the address.”

A quick flight later, Tony landed in front of a local police station in Manhattan.

Ignoring the gawking looks some officers shot at him, he strode in, eyes searching for a particular figure.

When they did finally fall on the figure inside a cabin, Tony froze.

There, sitting on a chair in front of an officer’s desk, was one Stephen Strange.

He wore the weirdest clothes; blue, thick, and highly intricate robes. They couldn’t have been farther from Stephen’s fashion sense. His hands rested on the desk, eyes closed, body a little hunched. He looked paler than Tony remembered him being, and.. was that scabbed blood on his forehead?

Just what the hell had happened?

“Mr. Stark,” someone squeaked out, drawing both of Tony and Stephen’s attentions. The officer who had just entered through the door was looking up at Tony with comically wide eyes. “You’re really here. I didn’t believe when this man claimed that he’s contacted you.”

Tony quickly put on his media persona and stepped closer to the officer, offering a hand. “Officer Jeremy, right?”

The officer shook his hand. “It’s Officer Jennifer.”

Tony gave a nod. “Right. Now what do we need to post bail for my good friend over here?”

It didn’t take long to bail Stephen out, and he was given his strange assortment of belongings back — a red cape which, Tony thought, would look dramatic as hell if worn, a weird looking double ring, and at least half a dozen odd ropes and belts, which, what?

“They weren’t sure how I did it,” Stephen explained at Tony’s judgmental look, “so they confiscated everything I had on me.” He sighed tiredly, wrapping the belts around his waist.

No, that was decidedly not why Tony had put on a judgmental look. Why do you have so many belts? WHY are you putting on all of them, weirdo?

Tony closed his eyes and shook his head, as if that would dispel the questions in his mind that were beginning to pile up into a tall mountain. He opened his eyes to ask the most important question, “Well, how did you do it?”

Stephen paused just as he was putting on the weird ring on his fingers, and glanced up at Tony with a considering look.

It was then that Tony truly noticed the state Stephen was in.

He was beyond exhausted. It was visible in his expression, in the way his face was droopy, in the way those gray eyes seemed to be devoid of energy. He looked like he was sick and hadn’t slept at all in a while.

“Magic,” he said, making Tony blink.

He gave Stephen’s clothing a once-over again. “Did you become a street magician? Your choice of costume still sucks.”

Stephen gave him a dry look, but quickly moved on. He placed a shaking hand on the neatly folded red cape held by his other hand — and oh, the scars; Tony felt a pang in his heart at the sight — and then, to Tony’s surprise, golden light came to life under Stephen’s fingers, drawing perfect, geometrical shapes and unreadable symbols on the red cloth’s surface. Startled, Tony flinched back by a step. Stephen didn’t seemed to have noticed, focused on the cloth.

Tony watched as the.. magic? — magic, magic like Loki’s, magic like Wanda’s, magic meaning bad — pulsed a wave of gold through the red cloth, and the next moment, the cloth was.. animated? Vibrating? Wiggling?

“Is that moving by itself!?” Tony yelped.

“The Cloak is sentient and capable of moving, yes,” was Stephen’s answer.

And, okay, Tony’s day had just gotten all kinds of strange.

“They are more drained than me,” Stephen added as a corner of the cape moved weakly and wrapped around his free wrist. He returned the gesture, wrapping his shaking fingers around it. “But they’ll recover.”

Something about that exchange was.. strangely affectionate. Tony found it hard to tear his eyes away from Stephen, who was looking down at that animated piece of cloth with concern and relief in his eyes.

And then the moment was over, and Stephen took a step backwards, putting distance between Tony and him.

That tenderness in his eyes from only a moment ago was gone.

“Thank you, Tony. I.. didn’t think that you’d respond.”

Well, there had been a fair chance of Tony ending the call at one point. But at the end, his worry had won over his resentment towards this man.

Tony gave a nonchalant shrug, trying to play it off like he didn’t actually care. “Well I was bored, and this turned out to be somewhat interesting.”

“Right.”

They stood awkwardly for a few long moments.

“I, uh, I’ll owe you one. I should go now,” Stephen said and turned away.

“Wait,” Tony called out, making him pause.

Stephen turned to him.

“And how do I contact you for the favor?”

Stephen paused. Tony was sure that he’d get a number. Instead he got something entirely unexpected, but not unwelcome.

“177A, Bleecker Street.”

And Stephen disappeared through shattered mirrors.

Tony stared at the empty air in front of him.

“What the fuck!?”

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #fic #mcu fanfiction #hayans tumblr shorts

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najia-cooks · 9 months ago

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[ID: First image is a thin crèpe topped with ground 'meat,' herbs, and tomato, and garnished with lemon. Second image is a close-up of the same crèpe with a thick red sauce drizzledover it. End ID

𑐔𑐟𑐵𑑄𑐩𑐬𑐶 / चतांमरि / Chatamari (Newari rice crèpe)

𑐔𑐟𑐵𑑄𑐩𑐬𑐶 / चतांमरि (chatā̃mari), sometimes called "Newari pizza," are rice crèpes made plain or with a savory topping. Chatamari are a popular festival food among the indigenous 𑐣𑐾𑐰𑐵𑑅 / नेवा: (Naivāḥ / Newa) people, most of whom live in the 𑐣𑐾𑐥𑐵𑑅 𑐐𑐵𑑅 / नेपाः गाः (Naipāḥ gāḥ / Nepa Valley) in central Nepal. [1] They are regarded as a near-compulsory addition to the table for holidays including 𑐴𑑂𑐩𑐥𑐸𑐖𑐵 / म्ह पूजा (mha pūjā) and 𑐡𑐶𑐐𑐸 𑐥𑐹𑐖𑐵 / दिगु पूजा (digu pūjā), when they are served as snacks and appetizers.

A chatamari consists of a thin, fried crèpe, fluffy on the inside and crispy around the edges, and an optional juicy, well-spiced topping. Common toppings are vegetable (with black-eyed peas, potato, and/or soy chunks); meat (with minced chicken or buffalo and tomato); a cracked egg; or some combination thereof. Ginger, garlic, red onion, cumin, turmeric, and sometimes red chili powder and coriander add bite and aroma. To cook chatamari, a thin layer of batter is spread on a tawa, and the batter is topped; the whole is then covered with a clay conical lid and left to steam.

This recipe is for a 𑐎𑐷𑐩𑐵 / कीमा (kīmā; minced meat) chatamari with potato, but you can try replacing the meat substitute with cooked black-eyed peas, replacing the potato with more meat, or replacing the meat and potato with vegetables of your choice (try green peas, julienned carrots, and green onion)—the basic format of this dish is highly customizable.

The Nepali language is increasingly the language of broadcast, education, and even the home, to the detriment of other languages including the Newa language Nepal Bhasa (𑐣𑐾𑐰𑐵𑑅 𑐨𑐵𑐫𑑂‎ / नेवा: भाय्, nevāḥ bhāy). Scripts historically used to write Nepal Bhasa and Sanskrit have been almost entirely replaced with Devanagari. 𑐥𑑂𑐬𑐔𑐮𑐶𑐟 / प्रचलित (prachalit; lit. "common") was the script used by literate Newa until it began to decline at the turn of the 20th century; the 1960s governmental policy of सांस्कृतिक एकता (Nepali: sā̃skr̥tik ektā; cultural unity) further marginalized it.

Revival efforts have begun, which claim Prachalit (and the ornamental script Ranjana, also used to write Nepal Bhasa and Sanskrit) as parts of Newa identity, and seek to teach them at fairs and in workshops. A process of "ethnicity-building" and identity formation within Nepal, including pushes to use students' mother tongues as the language of instruction (with Devanagari as a "common" script) and to use minoritized languages in television and radio broadcast, have been ongoing since the 1990s.

[1] Terminology is given in Nepal Bhasa unless otherwise specified, in Prachalit followed by Devanagari script. "𑐔𑐟𑐵𑑄𑐩𑐬𑐶," "𑐡𑐶𑐐𑐸 𑐥𑐹𑐖𑐵," and "𑐎𑐷𑐩𑐵" are my transliterations from Devanagari into Prachalit. Latin transliteration is ISO 15919 standard except: "च" ([t͡ʃə]) is rendered "cha" and not "ca." Where two Latin phrases are given, the first is ISO from Devanagari, and the second is the typical English-language spelling or phrase.

Recipe under the cut!

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Ingredients

Makes 4 large.

For the topping:

3/4 cup (74g) textured vegetable protein + 1/2 cup (118mL) broth

Or 1 1/2 cup ground beef substitute of choice

1 russet potato (200g) (optional)

2 roma tomatoes, minced or thinly sliced

1 small red onion, minced or thinly sliced

1 green chili, diced or thinly sliced

1/2-inch chunk (5g) ginger, peeled and grated or pounded

2 cloves garlic, grated or pounded

1 tsp ground coriander

1 tsp ground cumin

1 tsp ground turmeric

1 tsp red chili powder (substitute sweet paprika to reduce spice level)

1 tsp meat masala (optional)

2 Tbsp neutral oil (if not including 'egg')

Cilantro, to top

For the egg (optional):

2 Tbsp yellow mung flour or chickpea flour (besan)

1/4 cup coconut milk

1 tsp kala namak (black salt)

You may also use any other egg substitute. This one is inspired by Vietnamese bánh xèo. The coconut milk provides binding and fat; the final topping will not taste of coconut. You may replace it with any neutral oil.

For the batter:

1 1/2 cup (240g) white rice flour

About 1 1/2 cup (350 mL) cool water

Mustard oil, to fry

The chatamari in the photo is served with achar.

Instructions

For the batter:

1. Measure flour into a bowl. Pour in water slowly while whisking until a smooth, pourable batter (the consistency of crèpe batter) forms. Set aside to rest while making the filling.

For the filling:

1. Peel and cube potato, then boil until soft. Mash thoroughly with a bean masher or fork.

2. Hydrate TVP in broth or stock (I used water with 1/2 tsp vegetarian beef stock concentrate) for 10 minutes.

3. Mix potato, minced tomatoes and onion, ground 'meat', spices, and 'egg' together in a large mixing bowl until well-combined.

To assemble:

1. Heat a large tawa, comal, or nonstick skillet on medium. Fill a ladle with 100 mL (a bit less than 1/2 cup) of batter, and pour it into the center of the skillet; it should become round on its own. Thin it out a bit with the bottom of the ladle.

2. Cover the top of the batter with the topping, leaving a bit of space on the edge. Optionally, add about 2 tsp of oil around the edges of the chatamari to crisp.

3. Lower the heat to low and cover. Cook for 7 minutes. Remove chatamari onto a plate.

If the rice pancake cracks, your batter is too thin; try resting it, uncovered, for 5-10 minutes, then stirring it and trying again.

4. Raise heat to medium for a minute. Add another ladle of batter, top the chatamari, add oil, lower the heat and cover to cook as before. Repeat until batter or filling runs out.

#Nepali #Newari #vegan food #vegan recipes #gluten free

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talonabraxas · 1 year ago

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Siddhartha Under The Bodhi Tree

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years ago

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‘Something to come home to.’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- a long-ish smutty hurt comfort fic 4 u all. i kinda got inspired by those sultry neo noir characters in movies that have to patch each other up but there’s this cold pining connection between them. so yeah enjoy <33

It was barbaric. He was a fucking doctor, he studied multiple years for that diploma, a little sheet of paper proving he knows an abysmal amount on the human body yet he couldn't take care of himself whenever he was wounded but of course he would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. It only showed that Doctor Strange wasn't as unbreakable as he seemed, that stoic picture shattering every time he raggedly found himself not being able to defeat other worldly presences.

Stephen Strange was in over his head to say the least.

He could have used the special herbs that stayed cosy in Kamar Taj but he couldn't leave the Sanctum, someone needed to be stationed here. While everyone else was experiencing the greened valleys of Nepal, he was drowning in the dreary New York City air, rainy and darkened by the black of night- bloodied and bruised, sad eyes street lamp lit.

You were here too.

Stephen resented the way he couldn't ask for help, it made him feel weak and vulnerable in ways he couldn't possibly fathom. It was a case of classic narcissim, he'd grown bitterness everytime he couldn't defeat whoever he needed that day, it bruised his ever growing ego.

You were reading in the library to pass the time, so bored of the silent space in the Sanctum; Stephen just came back from being the hero as always, avenging the wronged and saving the universe from cosmic torment-avoiding you as always but you caught a glimpse of him, he was hiding his face and it was almost as if he was limping. You assumed he didn't need your help, you didn't need to question his durability. You quirked an eyebrow when he passed by, but you just let it slide.

A few hours passed and you were sure you could eat just about anything you were so hungry. You jolted up and left your book nestled on the antique as you padded barefoot on the laminate to find something to gnaw on. You walked down the hallway, non chalant in your movements when you passed Stephen's open door to his bedroom. He never left his door open.

You had to take another look, slowly inching back as your gaze lingered to him.

Jesus.

The moonlight shone a dark blue that covered the room, it was light enough to see him sat there, bloodied.

Stephen was sat at the edge of his bed, shirtless and littered in bruises and cuts covering his foehead with a bag of frozen peas or something similar to that. His grunted pains short as he reigned it all in with a sucked in breath. You noticed that his stitches were half done, cocking your head at the fact he clearly couldn't patch himself up but he attempted to anyway. The man was a fucking doctor. You were glad that he didn't notice you standing at his door frame.

‘’You really need to stop going out and getting yourself in messes like this.’’

Stephen looked up and saw you, standing there with arms crossed leaning against the frame of the door, so obviously judgemental in your stance but you clearly tried to hide it behind the soft eyes but your lips were thinned to a hard line, no humour playing at your features. You were wearing a really tight long sleeved shirt with a scoop neck, it was simple, cute- but it brought out your soft curves. Shit.

There was this weird heaviness that clouded you both for some reason, it was weird to trace let alone track. The relationship between you was cold and emotionally distant and normally resulted in avoiding each other. What was really jarring is that even with all of the radio silence, you trusted each other. It was a weird lingering sort of feeling, one you didn't know what to call.

‘’Very high expectation I don't think I'll be able to reach.’’ Stephen replied seriously, he didn't really know what to say. His inability to even acknowledge that he was hurt was making the air that much more confusing.

‘’You seem certain about it.’’ You squinted your eyes as you exhaled, almost in a way that meant you were psychoanalysing him. Both of your faces were hard with defense, although you trusted each other you still weren't completely comfortable.

You found yourself walking over to him, slow in your steps as a means to not startle him; his gaze followed up from your waist to your face with every step you took.

‘’You're a clumsy stitcher. You haven't even finished.’’ You were infront of him now, breath cooled in sardonic petulance as you stared intently at the wound that adorned the pane of his chest. Fuck was he ripped, his biceps alone could crush you.

Stephen's eyes were oceanic blue, slightly marred by flecks of green and in this light they seemed even more intense than usual, he would death stare just about anyone but with you he let it slide. He didn't know why.

‘’I don't need your pity.’’ He spat so obviously defensive, but he said it in a way that wasn't harsh or agressive, it was slighlty flatlined and monotone- authoritative.

‘’I'm not. You're still bleeding.’’ You frowned as you stared down at him.

Your hands immediately reached up to feel at the bruised area but he caught onto your wrist instinctly, , fingers slightly indenting your skin.

You tried to shake out of his hold with a glare but he held on tighter.

‘’I don't want your help.’’ He said intensely under his breath.

‘’You need my help, Stephen.’’ You got your arm back and met him in his taunting stare. You never said his name before and it was jarring to him.

You were right though, he was bloody and bruised and in an impossible amount of silent suffering. He despised asking for help and this wasn't an exception- but he really needed it now.

‘’You've never called me Stephen before.’’

‘’Relax, don't be a hardass.’’

He didn't respond, he just followed your movements as you sat down next to him, he moved his torso to face yours in an admission of defeat. You took the first aid kit that was next to him and grabbed the needle and thread and balling some cotton pads in your hand.

‘’You really need to stop going out at night Stephen.’’ You exhaled as you began stitching him up, you've never been this close to him before. You could smell the deep layers of his rich cologne, it was as heady as it was intoxicating.

‘’I don't have anything to come back to. I don't need to be worried about my whereabouts.’’ He said softly whilst boring into your soul with those vehement eyes of his, your gaze was fixed on his wounds but with every stitch he wasn't groaning out in pain, it was as if he was consumed by something else entirely that he couldn't physically think about the pain.

‘’Your bruises...Who did that to you?’’You cut the wire of the last stitch and took the ointment to cover over his vast blossoming bruises. Stephen found himself getting lost in the hushed tones of your voice.

‘’I don't want to talk about it.’’ He went cold again, this time it was more of a plead not an order. Your eyes softened as he turned his head to not look at you, since you had him like this and found him in such a vulnerable state he was worried that his lips would loosen.

You knew something was gnawing at his already warped mind, but this was like it was fracturing him. Stephen thought if he looked at you, he would bare his soul through his eyes, every fear, all the words he never said to you. You had the skill set to know he did something he shouldn't have, fed by guilt. His ambition was his weakness, his drive his downfall.

You rubbed the cotton pad with ointment down the right column of his abs were the bruise that was darkening. He had another one on his face and his eyes were still straying away from you; you grabbed the side of his face gently and made him look at you again.

Your face was so unreadable, welcoming and unwelcoming at the same time. and so unintentionally seductive. You swabbed away at the bruise and he felt more seen than ever. Silence fell through the already dense atmosphere.

‘’You're not a killer.’’ You whispered delicately, lips parted as you exhaled. Your eyes were a sea he could get lost in, he didn't need the shore. Your expression was hesitant, saying it as if it was a matter of fact statement- two strangers comforting each other.

‘’Thank you.’’

‘’Don’t mention it.’’

He caught your wrist and tugged you back into him.

‘’No. Thank you.’’

You blushed and smiled at the kind sentiment.

You immediately retracted your hands from him once you were finished, he was already feeling the warmth of you fading away as you went to stand up but before you could leave he grabbed your wrist once more.

‘’Stay.’’ Stephen's voice was meek and certain both at once. ‘’Don't leave.’’

You were frazzled at the admission of honesty, Stephen Strange wanting to talk to you seemed like a miracle, but him actually wanting your presence was otherworldly. Your exterior remained unphased though, as you resumed your prior position. You both sat with the silence for a little, the blue of night consuming the darkest corners of the room as you did so.

Stephen wasn't sure why it felt so right to want you right now.

Maybe it was because it was just you and him in the Sanctum.

Maybe it was because the downpour outside made it all the more perfect.

Maybe it was because he let you help him.

The relationship between you two was cold and emotionally distant, he wasn't sure why he thought that it was a manifestation of an unmet attraction, but it was.

You were stunning without even trying; this hardass nature you both seemed to inhibit was your comeuppance.

It was all so seductive, like a forbidden sort of need.

Stephen's minds was swirling with these thoughts before he felt the need to ultimately act on it.

He moved his torso to face you, large marred hands slowly reaching for the underside of your jaw. You shivered when his fingers touched your skin, your eyes fluttered and let out a small breath. The tips of Stephen's fingers went to brush your hair away from the side of your face and tuck it behind your ear before grabbing your jaw with his whole hand.

He jutted it to the side so you were staring at him, eyes meeting eyes in the most heinous of dazes. Intensity dialed up to a max. You let the moment settle before turning your body to completely face his. His lips were dangerously close to yours, sweet hot breath fanning against each others faces and the tips of noses lightly touching. The flutter of your curled lashes was only fanning the flame.

‘’You're still bleeding.’’ You stated deadpan.

‘’Let it bleed.’’

Your lips met his harshly, something about a hard brutal kiss was delighfully cathartic and freeing. Your eyes screwed shut when you opened your mouth for him to taste at, his hands tangled in your hair and pulled indelicately, his hold on you was anything but polite and it made you that much more aroused. He was hanging from your lips like honey on the vine, nectar of the Gods.

Your movements were over in quick hot flashes when you ultimately landed on his lap and nestled yourself between his impossibly beautiful thighs, his hands spent no time getting to the span of your back to feel your goosebump littered skin. The way you bit his bottom lip and tugged it back proved you needed to fucked by him: hard.

‘’Make me yours.’’ You ghosted against his lips. You hung your head back and looked at him wantonly in his enchanting eyes. ‘’Fuck me and make me yours. Take all of this...anger...out on me if you have to.’’

You didn't need to repeat yourself.

Stephen threw you on his bed as if you were his own personal rag doll, you gasp was too late to be registered when he was already between your thighs. Your breath was sweet and your eyes were filled with quiet desperation, his might was clear when he tore apart your top with his bare hands and discarded it to the other side of the room. His glare darkened when he pulled down your pants and underwear, the fabric quite literally ripped in his hands. You were about to melt for his neediness for you.

He'd had a violent evening, and all he wanted was to feel good with someone who wanted to share that violence with him. You were here, begging for him to take everything out on you- he'd hold you and stroke your hair after he was finished with making you feel so good tears were leaking down you face.

‘’I can take it.’’ You hushed agaisnt his skin. You were going feral for him already. ‘’I just want to feel you.’’

You were clinging onto him like ivy, the pain scarred on his body was incomparible for the pleasure he feels with you now. The testosterone he was feeling in his body was insurmountable- he needed to be inside you right now.

Your body was magnificent and he would worship it like a temple, you were a goddess for a lack of better words. Stephen's mouth found you neck and he kissed down the column of you neck to the valley of your tits. He was drunk through the scent of your arousal, so sweet and sugary, like honey off his tongue.

‘’Stephen, touch me.’’ You whined. He hung his head up to gawk at you.

‘’No. You touch yourself, baby.’’

You exhaled, eyebrows knitted in tense pleasure as he took your hand and dragged it down the length of your body until you reached home. Your fingers found your wetness and his thinned eyes watched intently as you began swiping at your pussy. Stephen hadn't felt this alive in so long.

The look of pleasure written on your face was beautiful and he wish he could have it framed on his desk. Stephen took your wrist and held it back up to your face.

‘’Suck for me.’’He grunted at you like an animal, you took your fingers in your mouth and tasted yourself. You saw shattered starlight in your peripheral with every swirl of your tongue, you let the digits go with a pop and Stephen's mouth hungrily met yours again. Your fingers tangled in his hair and he groaned into your mouth once you pulled at his dark roots.

‘’I want you...all of you.’’ You struggled out through moans.

Stephen tugged his pants and boxers down and met with your wet entrance, swiping up and down with all the arousal you were so generous to offer him. All for him and only him. Jesus Christ, you were sure his cock would split you in half.

He pushed himself inside of you and you could feel him pulsate, you clung onto him but he took your wrists and pinned them back down to the bed, his hold on you was ironlike. Your loud moans were bouncing off of the walls with every stroke, you were recoiling with every jut. His kiss and subsequent bite of your jaw was making you lose sight of everything and anything.

‘'How do you feel baby?'’ He asked with a death defining smirk on his face, he knew he was being condescending, he knew you couldn't spit out the words or string along a coherent sentence.

‘'I.. feel...so good.'’ You spluttered out finally.

‘’How good?’’

‘‘So…fucking good.’’

You were sure you were about to lose it when you began tightening around him, gawking up at him with lust filled eyes and a thundering heart.

Stephen couldn't remember the last time he didn't overachieve.

"’Oh my fucking God.'’ You felt your chest cave with every brutal stroke and slap on your ass, he was sure he left a warm pink palm print on your backside and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

You were on that sharp curve of the precipice, so close to the edge of that aching pleasure you were desperate for and with one final thrust you came undone around him, so quick in the way you gushed all of your silent frustration out on him. Stephen took your mouth to yours as he groaned into it when he came inside of you.

His head met with your chest as you panted into the cool midnight air.

Your skin was so warm and radiant, glowing from within like a goddess dripping with eternal and personified sunlight. Stephen kissed your cheek before rolling off of you and taking you in his arms, the throes of passion the night called was almost fictitious. Neither of you were talking, he just held you tightly and stroked your hair. You gripped onto him like this was the last time you'd ever feel yourself in this position.

You were scared he was going to tell you to leave and forget about all of it when morning comes, he on the otherhand was envisioning what flowers he needed to get you tomorrow to thank you for doing this for him.

For staying with him. Letting him hold you. Making him feel he has something to come home to.

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ending was super rushed but fuck it we ball 🫶 love ya. send me requests babies x

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Holidays 10.29

Holidays

Bishop James Hannington Memorial Day (Uganda)

Black Salsify Day (French Republic)

Bob Ross Day (Abeldane Empire)

Candies Day

Coronation Day (Cambodia)

C6HO Day (Kentucky)

Cumhuriyet Bayrami (North Cyprus, Turkey)

Cyrus the Great Day (Iran)

Feed the Birds Day (UK)

Festival of Global Climate Change

Fiestas Patrias begins (Honduras)

Halloween Eve Eve

Hermit Day

Hide From Everyone Day (a.k.a. Hermit Day)

International Day of Care and Support (UN)

International Day of Degrowth

International Internet Day

Laugh Suddenly For No Reason A Lot Today Day

Ľudovít Štúr Day (Slovakia)

Military Financier Day (Ukraine)s

Naming Day (Tanzania)

National Boner Day

National Book Day (Brazil)

National Cat Daddy Day

National Cat Day

National Hermit Day

National Martina Day

Oatmeal Day

PSC Awareness Day

Sea Slug Day

Security Guard Day (Kazakhstan)

Separation of Church and State Day

Turkish Republic Day (Turkey)

Vote Early Day

World Online Networking Day

World Psoriasis Day

World Stroke Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

National Disgusting Little Pumpkin-Shaped Candies Day

National Oatmeal Day

Poperinge Beer & Hop Festival begins (Belgium) [Every 3 years, 3rd Friday]

Independence & Related Days

Constitutional Referendum Anniversary Day (Serbia)

Turkey (from Ottoman Empire, 1923)

Westarctica (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

5th & Last Tuesday in October

Mix It Up at Lunch Day [Last Tuesday]

Taco Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Target Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Tater Tot Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Teriyaki Tuesday [Last Tuesday of Each Month]

Transformation Tuesday [Last Tuesday of Each Month]

Trivia Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Two For Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning October 29 (Last Week of October)

None Known

Festivals Beginning October 29, 2024

The Norman E. Borlaug International Dialogue (Des Moines, Iowa) [thru 10.31]

Feast Days

Abraham of Rostov (Christian; Saint)

Andrei Ryabushkin (Artology)

Bill Mauldin (Artology)

Blažej Baláž (Artology)

Bob Ross (Artology)

Chef (a.k.a. Theuderius; Christian; Saint)

Chiara Badano (Christian; Blessed)

Colman mac Duagh (Christian; Saint)

Desmond Bagley (Writerism)

Dominick Dunne (Writerism)

Douai Martyrs (Christian; Saint)

Gaetano Errico (Christian; Saint)

Ghatasthapana begins (Nepal)

Harriet Powers (Artology)

Isis/Osiris Mysteries II (Pagan)

James Hannington (Anglicanism)

Kojagrat Purnima [15th Day of Dashain]

Lazarus Long Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lee Child (Writerism)

Mary of Edessa (Christian; Saint)

Maximillian (Christian; Saint)

Narcissus of Jerusalem (Roman Catholic Church)

Niki De Saint Phalle (Artology)

Nut Day (Pastafarian)

Robertson (Positivist; Saint)

Second Fiddle of the Mounth (Shamanism)

Shin Saimdang (Artology)

Theuderius (a.k.a. Chef; Christian; Saint)

Warren the Warthog (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Historically Unlucky Day [10 of 11]

Historically Bad Day (Stock Market Crash, Hurricane Sandy & 8 other tragedies) [10 of 11]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [58 of 71]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

All I Want for Christmas Is You, by Mariah Carey (Song; 1994)

The Autobiography of Malcolm X, with Alex Haley (Biography; 1965)

Being John Malkovich (Film; 1999)

Blue Moon, 24th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2019)

Boy Pest with Ash (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1963)

Bullwinkle Busts a Brush or The Cleft Palette (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 226; 1963)

BUtterfield 8, by John O'Hara (Roman à clef Novel; 1935)

Create Dangerously, by Albert Camus (manifesto; 1957)

Don Giovanni, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera; 1787)

Fido Beta Kappa (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1954)

The Fleischmann’s Yeast Hour (Radio Series; 1929)

Get Nervous, by Pat Benatar (Album; 1982)

The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest (Film; 2010)

Halloween Is Grinch Night (DePatie-Freleng Animated YV Special; 1977)

The Halloween Tree, by Ray Bradbury (Novel; 1972)

Hemispheres, by Rush (Album; 1978)

Hulu (Streaming Network; 2007)

The Huntley-Brinkley Report (TV News Show; 1956)

Jingle Bell Rock, recorded by Bobby Helm (Song; 1957)

Keeping Up Appearances (UK TV Series; 1990)

Last Night in Soho (Film; 2021)

Man of the Century (Film; 1999)

The Marbleheads, Parts 1 & 2 (Underdog Cartoon, S3, Eps. 13 & 14; 1966)

Maruhi Gekiga, Ukiyoe Senichiya (Japanese Animated Film; 1969)

Mind Games, by John Lennon (Album; 1973)

The Music Lesson (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog MGM Cartoon; 1932)

My Generation, by The Who (Song; 1965)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (Animated Film; 1993)

The Portrait of a Lady, by Henry James (Novel; 1880)

Portrait of a Moose or Bullwinkle Gets the Brush (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 225; 1963)

Princess Mononoke (Anime Film; 1999)

Ray (Film; 2004)

Red Riding Hoodwinked (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

The Saw Mill Mystery (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1937)

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You Now! (WB Animated Film; 2021)

The Sentinel, 25th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2020)

Trip for Tat (WB MM Cartoon; 1960)

The Valiant Tailor (Ub Iwerks ComiColor Cartoon; 1934)

Welcome to the Pleasure Dome, by Frankie Goes to Hollywood (Album; 1984)

What’ll I Do?, recorded by Frank Sinatra (Song; 1947)

Wild Target (Film; 2010)

The Woody Woodpecker Polka (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1951)

Today’s Name Days

Ermelina, Hermelindis, Melinda (Austria)

Časlav, Honorat, Ida, Narcis (Croatia)

Silvie (Czech Republic)

Narcissus (Denmark)

Alf, Alfred, Fred, Fredi (Estonia)

Alfred, Urmasimo (Finland)

Narcisse (France)

Ermelinda, Franco, Grete, Melinda (Germany)

Abramios, Melina (Greece)

Nárcisz (Hungary)

Ermelinda, Michela, Massimiliano (Italy)

Elva, Elvijs, Fortuna, Laimonis (Latvia)

Gelgaudas, Narcizas, Tolvydė, Violeta (Lithuania)

Noralf, Norunn (Norway)

Euzebia, Franciszek, Longin, Longina, Lubogost, Narcyz, Teodor, Wioletta (Poland)

Anastasia (Romania)

Zinaida (Russia)

Klára (Slovakia)

Narciso (Spain)

Viola (Sweden)

Garrison, Cyrano, Cyrena, Narcissa, Narcissus (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 303 of 2024; 63 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of Week 44 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 3 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Jia-Xu), Day 27 (Bing-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 27 Tishri 5785

Islamic: 25 Rabi II 1446

J Cal: 3 Wood; Threesday [3 of 30]

Julian: 15 October 2024

Moon: 7%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 23 Descartes (11th Month) [Dunoyer / Adam Smith]

Runic Half Month: Wyn (Joy) [Day 7 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 37 of 90)

Week: Last Week of October

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 6 of 30)

#Holidays

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John Coburn (1925 – 2006) was an Australian abstract painter, teacher, tapestry designer and printmaker.

Born in Ingham, Queensland, John Coburn moved from town to town with his mother and two younger sisters when his bank manager father went from branch to branch. His father died when the boy was 10.

While enlisted in the Royal Australian Navy during World War II, Coburn travelled around the Pacific and Indian oceans as a radio operator. He drew images from these places whilst aboard HMAS Nepal, including Sri Lanka, Papua New Guinea and others.

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brookston · 1 year ago

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Holidays 10.29

Holidays

Black Salsify Day (French Republic)

Bob Ross Day (Abeldane Empire)

Candies Day

Coronation Day (Cambodia)

C6HO Day (Kentucky)

Cumhuriyet Bayrami (North Cyprus, Turkey)

Cyrus the Great Day (Iran)

Feed the Birds Day (UK)

Festival of Global Climate Change

Fiestas Patrias begins (Honduras)

Halloween Eve Eve

Hermit Day

Hide From Everyone Day (a.k.a. Hermit Day)

International Internet Day

Laugh Suddenly For No Reason A Lot Today Day

Naming Day (Tanzania)

National Boner Day

National Book Day (Brazil)

National Cat Daddy Day

National Cat Day

National Hermit Day

National Martina Day

Oatmeal Day

PSC Awareness Day

Sea Slug Day

Separation of Church and State Day

Turkish Republic Day (Turkey)

World Online Networking Day

World Psoriasis Day

World Stroke Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

National Disgusting Little Pumpkin-Shaped Candies Day

National Oatmeal Day

Poperinge Beer & Hop Festival begins (Belgium) [Every 3 years, 3rd Friday, but postponed from 2021]

5th & Last Sunday in October

European Summer Times Ends (EU) [Last Sunday]

International Creole Day (Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

Jounen Kwéyòl (Creole Day; Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

National Grandparents Day (Australia) [Last Sunday]

National Student Baptism Day [Last Sunday]

Reformation Sunday [Last Sunday]

Visit a Cemetery Day [Last Sunday]

World Swim Hat Day [Last Sunday]

Independence Days

Turkey (from Ottoman Empire, 1923)

Westarctica (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Abraham of Rostov (Christian; Saint)

Andrei Ryabushkin (Artology)

Chef (a.k.a. Theuderius; Christian; Saint)

Chiara Badano (Christian; Blessed)

Colman mac Duagh (Christian; Saint)

Douai Martyrs (Christian; Saint)

Gaetano Errico (Christian; Saint)

Ghatasthapana begins (Nepal)

Isis/Osiris Mysteries II (Pagan)

James Hannington (Anglicanism)

Kojagrat Purnima [15th Day of Dashain]

Lazarus Long Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Mary of Edessa (Christian; Saint)

Maximillian (Christian; Saint)

Narcissus of Jerusalem (Roman Catholic Church)

Nut Day (Pastafarian)

Robertson (Positivist; Saint)

Warren the Warthog (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Historically Unlucky Day [10 of 11]

Historically Bad Day (Stock Market Crash, Hurricane Sandy & 8 other tragedies) [10 of 11]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [58 of 71]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

All I Want for Christmas Is You, by Mariah Carey (Song; 1994)

The Autobiography of Malcolm X, with Alex Haley (Biography; 1965)

Being John Malkovich (Film; 1999)

Blue Moon, 24th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2019)

Bullwinkle Busts a Brush or The Cleft Palette (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 226; 1963)

BUtterfield 8, by John O'Hara (Roman à clef Novel; 1935)

Create Dangerously, by Albert Camus (manifesto; 1957)

Don Giovanni, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera; 1787)

The Fleischmann’s Yeast Hour (Radio Series; 1929)

Get Nervous, by Pat Benatar (Album; 1982)

The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest (Film; 2010)

Hemispheres, by Rush (Album; 1978)

Hulu (Streaming Network; 2007)

The Huntley-Brinkley Report (TV News Show; 1956)

Jingle Bell Rock, recorded by Bobby Helm (Song; 1957)

Keeping Up Appearances (UK TV Series; 1990)

Last Night in Soho (Film; 2021)

Man of the Century (Film; 1999)

Mind Games, by John Lennon (Album; 1973)

My Generation, by The Who (Song; 1965)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (Animated Film; 1993)

The Portrait of a Lady, by Henry James (Novel; 1880)

Portrait of a Moose or Bullwinkle Gets the Brush (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 225; 1963)

Princess Mononoke (Anime Film; 1999)

Ray (Film; 2004)

Red Riding Hoodwinked (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You Now! (WB Animated Film; 2021)

The Sentinel, 25th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2020)

Trip for Tat (WB MM Cartoon; 1960)

Welcome to the Pleasure Dome, by Frankie Goes to Hollywood (Album; 1984)

What’ll I Do?, recorded by Frank Sinatra (Song; 1947)

Wild Target (Film; 2010)

Today’s Name Days

Ermelina, Hermelindis, Melinda (Austria)

Časlav, Honorat, Ida, Narcis (Croatia)

Silvie (Czech Republic)

Narcissus (Denmark)

Alf, Alfred, Fred, Fredi (Estonia)

Alfred, Urmasimo (Finland)

Narcisse (France)

Ermelinda, Franco, Grete, Melinda (Germany)

Abramios, Melina (Greece)

Nárcisz (Hungary)

Ermelinda, Michela, Massimiliano (Italy)

Elva, Elvijs, Fortuna, Laimonis (Latvia)

Gelgaudas, Narcizas, Tolvydė, Violeta (Lithuania)

Noralf, Norunn (Norway)

Euzebia, Franciszek, Longin, Longina, Lubogost, Narcyz, Teodor, Wioletta (Poland)

Anastasia (Romania)

Zinaida (Russia)

Klára (Slovakia)

Narciso (Spain)

Viola (Sweden)

Garrison, Cyrano, Cyrena, Narcissa, Narcissus (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 302 of 2024; 63 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 43 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Gort (Ivy) [Day 27 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Ten-Xu), Day 15 (Geng-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 14 Heshvan 5784

Islamic: 14 Rabi II 1445

J Cal: 2 Mir; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 16 October 2023

Moon: 99%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 22 Descartes (11th Month) [Robertson]

Runic Half Month: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 36 of 89)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 6 of 29)

#calendar #Holidays

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sigynpenniman · 2 years ago

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Psst, Sigyn... please tell us about airports...

GOOD MORNING. LETS TALK ABOUT AIRPORTS

Okay let’s begin with my baby my beloved my one true love, my home airport, place of the monorails, Orlando International Airport, MCO:

I thought it was just local pride that made me love this airport but i have officially been to a dozen others around the world and there’s no one else like her. she’s got a hotel inside. I love her 💗

So all airports* in the world have a 3 letter** identifying code that denotes them, for combined baggage handling and passenger handling reasons. These are the codes you likely use to talk about airports in passing like LAX, ORD (OHare), JFK, etc etc. Many of these codes are based somehow on the initials of the name of the airport, but because obviously there are airports with similar initials in the world, if someone else gets to your initials first, or they’re not usable for some other reason, you have to get creative. This is the case with MCO. I’m not 100% sure WHY MCO wasn’t able to use its actual initials. I assume there’s another airport somewhere in the world using OIA, but that info is impossible to find on google because - drumroll please - all the fucking results for “OIA” are filled with results for MCO because EVERYONE THINKS THAT’S THE AIRPORT CODE, and I’m totally using this as a soapbox to complain about one of my least favorite local jargon specific pet peeves. A tremendous percentage of the Orlando has become convinced that the code for MCO is in fact OIA (for Orlando International Airport) but it very much is not, in any coding scheme. I have heard advertising do this. I have heard radio hosts do this. I have heard self important middle aged men trying to make themselves sound smarter than me in a conversation about airports do this. It’s still wrong. It’s not OIA. There’s no such place. If you pull up airports by code and put in OIA you’re getting the wrong airport if anything at all.

I will say that most flight search tools like google flights and etc seem to have been coded to account for this particular habit and will throw you Orlando if you type in OIA, but for some reason this particular misconception seems to be weirdly persistent and is said with such incredible confidence so often that it makes me a little nuts. She’s the best airport in the world! Respect her!

Okay thank you for subscribing to Airport Facts let’s fucking go

The busiest airport in the world is Hartsfeild-Jackson (ATL) in Atlanta which does around 1,000 flights a day, is somewhere over 3 million square feet (I can’t find good numbers for this as many of the estimates only include one of the terminals and even those only seem to be covering passenger accessible space, when this place has SO MUCH non-passenger accessible space it may be over 4 million), covers FOUR THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED ACRES, and by virtue of being Delta’s main hub is the airport the most people in the world have seen the inside of during a geographically nonsensical layover for no obvious reason. Flying Delta from New York to Chicago? I hope you wanna see the inside of ATL.

She’s a beauty tho I do love her. Not as much as MCO, though. This picture is deceptive, because it makes it look smaller than it is. That’s because a huge percentage of this bitch is UNDERGROUND. I’ve been through ATL a couple of times and while I pride myself on airport navigation and generally being Good At Them, ATL turned even me around. It’s beautiful like an eldritch beast but it’s not my personal choice.

Innsbruck Airport, the legendary LOWI, is teeny tiny and only does about 12,000 flights a year, but is world famous among pilots and airport nerds for it’s crazy approach.

It’s basically just stuck down in an alpine valley and you kind of have to set the plane down into it, which is super difficult if you’re flying anything large.

Another airport with a fun Approach From Hell is Lukla Airport in Nepal which is basically carved into the side of a mountain, has similar surrounding elevation problems to Innsbruck, and has been the site of numerous accidents over the years.

Another fun one is SABA, in the Caribbean, which has the world’s shortest commercially-used runway and is basically a challenge in standing on the metaphorical brakes in a plane.

London City airport has a runway literally in the middle of the Thames and requires a special certification to land in due to the complexity of the approach caused by its being literally in the middle of the city.

And of course there’s Saint Maarten, which has a runway right on the beach with a fence that pilots have to almost scrape their landing gear on. The placement of the fence with relation to the landing planes gave rise to an incredibly dumb but also somehow delightful pop sport called “plane surfing” which is where you hold onto the fence while a large plane lands and try not to get blown off or die from the jet exhaust.

(Plane spotting here is on my bucket list.)

Also in other random facts, the 747 still gets software updates via floppy disk. The last 747 rolled off the line just a couple of days ago as it’s being retired. Annoyingly it’s often been replaced with the 737 in airline rosters and that makes me slightly crazy largely because the standard 737 in use by airlines has a seat config I can’t fit my most frequently used carry on comfortably down the isle of.

* and **: There’s only 17,000 available combinations of 3 letters and there are 40,000 airports/airstrips/etc in the world, so not all have designations. However, there’s multiple different organizations in the world that provide these designations and while the primary one we think of, IATA, uses only 3 letters that are basically random, the other, ICAO, uses FOUR letters where the first letter designations as region of the world. These secondary codes are often used for smaller airports. Hilariously, no airports in the US are allowed to start their 3 letter (IATA) codes with K, due to its similarity to the standard radio station call signs for the west half of the US (K-whatever), despite the fact that those codes are only 3 letters long, not four, like radio call signs. The codes which are ARE 4 letters, the ICAO ones? Do you know what letter they use to designate the continental US?

K. It’s the letter K.

And this is how you can tell which of these organizations is based in Canada and which is based in Europe.

Also, the ICAO geographic signifier J is for Mars.

Thank you for subscribing to airport facts.

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