#p24

[paradiseaz]

pet names I think the different dude pairings call each other

p12: they are not that big into pet names, they usually only call each other by their real names which is actually a big deal and very intimate because neither of them like other people knowing their real names. When p2 gets home from work he likes doing the whole “honey im home” thing and occasionally calls p1 dear.

p13: p3 loves calling p1 all the cheesy shit like sweetheart, sweet thing, baby, honey, doll etc. especially during sex and it always flusters p1. p1 does not use pet names for p3. when he wants his attention he usually just goes “HEY” really loud

p23: pet names to them are calling each other asshole, shithead, fuckface, etc. and throwing shit at each other. during sex if p3 is topping and he wants to humiliate p2 he’ll call him princess or baby doll or sweetheart and it pisses p2 off mainly because of how much it turns him on.

p14: p4 uses all the normal stuff like honey and dear but he also likes to call p1 angel because he’s heard p1 refer to himself as that (angel of death) and he thinks it’s cute and wants to turn it into a positive thing for p1.

p24: they don’t call each other anything they usually just start talking and the other knows theyre speaking to them

p3m: they call each other dude and bro while absolutely ravaging each other

bd x od: bd calls od asshole and shitface while od calls bd dear and sweetie

[destinationsjourney]

PZL P.24 in Romanian Service

Romania was one of the earliest customers of the P.24, purchasing six PZL P.24E fighters in 1937 as well as a production license and built 25 E version aircraft in Romania under the local designation IAR P.24P.

The P.24Es were armed with 2 × 20 mm cannons and 2 × 7.92 mm machine guns, making them a powerful component of the Forțele Aeriene Regale ale României (Royal Romanian Air Force). They served as Romania’s frontline fighter during the late 1930s and were still in service when Romania joined the Axis invasion of the Soviet Union in June 1941. Romanian P.24s provided air defence around Bucharest and the Ploieşti oilfields from attacks by Soviet bombers. P.24 fighters reportedly managed to shoot down 37 VVS bombers, which were typically unescorted and thereby more vulnerable to interception. The P.24E was also routinely used for ground attack missions until the end of 1941; however, after 1942, the type was relegated to training duties. They were phased out completely by 1943–44, replaced by more modern German and Romanian-built aircraft.

[chronivore]

[zoctopode]

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[knightsarmor]

when: 11 august 2022 where: moira’s gyno’s office who: @moiraxknight​

Oliver’s heart was pounding as he and Moira were waiting in the patient room for the doctor to come. Ordinarily this would be the sort of thing he would let Moira do on her own. Although he and Moira did a lot together, he knew she could attend her own appointments. At the very least he might have simply gone to get some coffee while she had her visit, be waiting for her with it once she was done. 

This wasn’t an ordinary appointment, however. 

Moira was getting her IUD out and it felt far more heavy and important than any other doctor’s visit she might have. Well, he supposed that might change soon, but until this point, it stood as such. 

Oliver knew that a baby might take some time. After all, the timing had to be right. Oliver knew she had to be at the right moment in her cycle. And there were lots of other factors that had to line up. There was a reason that, despite hundreds of millions of sperm, only one often reached the egg. But, none of that mattered because what did matter is that they’d be able to start trying for a baby, the baby that Oliver had wanted ever since he’d met Moira. The baby he was more sure than ever he couldn’t wait to make with her, to become a father to her child. 

Oliver held onto her hand, squeezing it. “How are you feeling?” he asked her, as he looked around the office, anything to help calm the adrenaline that coursed through him. Though despite feeling so amped up, he looked as calm and cool as ever on the outside. It was how Oliver had always carried himself.

[cainsjawbone]

The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand; Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies, But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan. The wind has bundled up the clouds high over Knocknarea, And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say. Angers that are like noisy clouds have set our hearts abeat; But we have all bent low and low and kissed the quiet feet Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan. The yellow pool has overflowed high up on Clooth-na-Bare, For the wet winds are blowing out of the clinging air; Like heavy flooded waters our bodies and our blood; But purer than a tall candle before the Holy Rood Is Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

William Butler Yeats (Red Hanrahan’s Song about Ireland)

[tomakechi]

[thecrowclubsmanager]

Kaz complaining about the fact that people aren’t as obedient as dogs really sum up his personality