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steddiecameraroll · 5 months

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both POVs on ao3

Eddie comes to a skidded stop outside the sailor themed ice cream shop. His Sam Goody bag slams into his shin from the sudden movement.

“Ow, shit.” He winces but tries to ignore the pointed pain from the corner of one of his brand new tapes poking his leg, and stares ahead at what he imagines must be an illusion.

Steve The Hair Harrington has his arm deep into some chocolate looking concoction, and suddenly Eddie wants to taste it. He’s not even much of an ice cream guy but this he cannot pass up.

Like a siren’s song, the little polyester shorts the sailor man is wearing calls to Eddie. He wonders if he could slide both of his hands up through the bottom of the legs.

Eddie steps into the bright lights and his ears fill with some ridiculous theme music. He wonders if Steve has ever tried to disembowel the sound system. Eddie would help him if he wanted assistance.

“Ahoy there!”

Eddie stands back watching Steve interact with a group of old classmates. He recognizes the young women from a couple of his classes last semester. Steve’s clearly flirting with them and missing by a mile.

Eddie hates to admit, even to himself, watching Steve fumble brings a smidge of joy to his heart. He may not be delusional and think that means he has a chance with Steve, but it does give him some kind of weird twinkle of hope anyway.

Right after the gaggle of women walk away, Eddie sees Steve lower his head and bang it gently on the countertop causing his adorable little hat to slip from his head.

“Buck up sailor boy,” Eddie grabs Steve’s hat and spins it around his finger.

Steve jolts and stands up, gawking at Eddie. “Munson? What are you…that’s my hat.” Steve snatches the regulated uniform accessory from Eddie’s finger and clutches it in his hand.

Eddie lets his eyes drag down the part of Steve’s body not hidden by the countertop, before flicking back to Steve’s face.

“Love the outfit, by the way. Really finishes off the whole ambiance.” Eddie wiggles his fingers around the space emphasizing the environment.

“I know it’s ridiculous, dude. You don’t have to rub it in.” Steve puts his hand on his hip and cocks his weight onto the opposite foot.

“Oh no, you misconstrue, my good man.” Eddie leans further into his hands coming closer to Steve’s face. “If I’m rubbing anything, it wouldn’t be your uniform.”

Eddie enjoys watching a beautiful blush rush up Steve’s neck onto his cheeks, before he diverts his attention onto the display case of flavors, giving Steve a moment to collect himself.

“What do you recommend?” Eddie runs his fingertip lazily across the glass.

“Um…” Steve takes a quick breath before putting on his customer service smile. “The USS Butterscotch is a favorite or the cherry’s jubilee. What do you usually get when you eat ice cream?”

“Wanna know a secret?” Eddie playfully whispers while leaning over the case.

“Um, ok.” Steve leans in closer.

“I’m more of a salty treat kinda man,” he winks, surprising himself with the weird level of confidence he’s slipped into.

Steve furrows his brows before leaning away and nervously scratching the back of his neck. He tries to chuckle in response as if understanding what Eddie’s implying but Eddie can tell Steve has no idea what he’s talking about.

“Well, then maybe-um-a parfait? Peanut butter? Or nuts…something with nuts?”

Eddie bites on his bottom lip trying to stifle a childish giggle keeping his eyes on the naive, adorable, sailor man. When Steve’s words finally register in his brain he awkwardly swallows hard, and shuffles on his feet trying to busy himself with something behind the counter.

“I could go for some nuts.” Eddie leans on his arms over the case. “What kinda nuts do you have, Stevie?”

“Um, just- y’know- normal ones. What kind do you like?” Eddie tracks the slow swipe of Steve’s tongue across his bottom lip.

Eddie lowers his voice before responding. “I’m sure I’d like anything you give me, captain.”

“Jesus,” Steve quietly huffs. “Uh, how about our peanut butter brickle topped with our candied almonds?”

Eddie keeps his eyes on Steve tracking his awkward movements behind the counter. Steve spins his scooper mindlessly in his palm, trying to channel his nervous energy.

“Sounds delicious. I’ll have one of those. Is there a show or anything I get with my treat?”

“A show?” Steve asks while grabbing a parfait cup from the stack on the countertop.

“Was just curious if there’s some kind of song or dance you have to perform in this adorable little outfit. Y’know, like that one restaurant in Chicago, Ed Debevic’s?”

Steve scrunches his nose and slides open the glass case. “I don’t know what that is.”

“Really? It’s this 50’s diner place where the staff are dicks. Nothing? Really?”

Steve shakes his head while reaching his arm deep into the ice cream tub. Eddie lowers his face to watch Steve through the glass. He wonders how sticky Steve is at the end of a shift.

“Is there a shower back there?”

“What?”

"In the back. Was just curious if you go home sticky or not."

"Um...no, I mean yes I'm generally pretty sticky at the end of my shift, but there's no shower...in the back. There's not really anything back there. Only a table and some safety posters, a white board that Robin shames me with." He trails off and Eddie wishes he could see this white board.

"Shames you? Robin...?" He has a hunch but isn't sure.

"Buckley? From school."

"Yeaaahhh, that's what I thought. Good for her." He means it.

Steve scrunches his face while finishing off the disgustingly sweet display of tasty deliciousness.

“Anything else I can get for you?” Steve gives Eddie his best customer service smile while setting the ice cream on top of the case.

A wicked grin spreads across Eddie’s face. “Naw I’m good. Unless… there’s something available that’s not on the menu.”

Eddie knows Steve is naive. Has never once picked up on his blatant flirting over the years, or at least doesn’t let it rattle him. But this utter display of fantasy is rotting away at Eddie’s resolve, and he’s seconds away from asking to suck on Steve’s sticky fingers.

He leans in front of the register and looks up at Steve through his eyelashes.

Pretty pretty boy.

“Um,” Steve looks around the empty restaurant, and then glances at something over Eddie’s head before turning his attention back. “Y-yeah, there is actually.”

Eddie thinks maybe he’s about to choke on his tongue as he attempts to swallow, waiting for Steve to continue.

“It’s in the back. Um, in the-in the break room. Wanna see it? Maybe?”

The fluorescent lighting above makes the beautiful shade of pink Steve’s cheeks are, into a warm glow. Eddie thinks he might be hearing angels sing or maybe it’s the dumb sailor music, but whatever it is it’s definitely music to his ears.

“Yeeaaah, definitely need to see it. Maybe wanna taste it even.”

Steve’s mouth is parted prettily, making Eddie wonder if his own tongue could slide between them easily.

Steve nods and bites down on his bottom lip, while motioning Eddie to follow around the opening of the countertop.

“Cool, very cool.” Steve walks backwards keeping his eyes on Eddie.

When Eddie steps behind the counter, taking in the entire outfit, he can’t control the subtle groan that emanates from his chest.

He’s gonna fuck this sailor silly.

They reappear 17 min later to a puddle of melted peanut butter brickle, an annoyed Erica Sinclair, and a better understanding of Eddie’s love of nuts.

Steve’s POV now both POVs on ao3

coffee? ☕️🍩💕

#eluding to a bj #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steddiecameraroll posts #my writing

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thatsrightice · 5 months

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Martin-Baker is a company that for more than 70 years has specialized in engineering the ejection seats utilized a majority of the world’s fighter jets. They have saved thousands of lives that in otherwise would likely have been lost. Martin-Baker revolutionized an industry that for a long time had been characterized by low survival rates, and in doing so have created an exclusive club very few are able to join, one that unifies aviators in a way that will never be taken away. I’d say only the best of the best are allowed in, but that wouldn’t be true.

A lifetime membership to the Martin-Baker Ejection Tie Club is awarded to those who have ejected from an aircraft using a Martin-Baker ejection seat, which as a result has saved their life.

These are (some of) their stories…

DAVE “BIO” BARANEK

EJECTEE #4813

For me and my pilot, 19 December 1981 was the date of a memorable excursion in a Martin-Baker ejection seat following a split-second decision to eject. I was an F-14 RIO and we were landing on an aircraft carrier in the Indian Ocean when things went wrong. I was fairly new, but I realized we were in trouble, and when my pilot said “Eject! Eject!” I pulled the lower handle. It happened in the blink of an eye, and only later could I be philosophical about it, to think about leaving the familiar and comfortable cockpit for the unknown. Thanks to the Martin-Baker MK-GRU7A seat my pilot and I survived in excellent condition and have enjoyed 38 (and counting) more years of living, flying, families, and everything else. I am thankful for the skilled US Navy technicians who maintained our equipment and the people of Martin-Baker who provided the seat that saved my life.

CDR. J. R. DAVIS

EJECTEE #4004

Martin-Baker – Thank you for the rest of my life. On 20 March 1987 my F-14A ran away with me as an unwilling passenger. Fire in the environmental control system burned through the flight controls. The airplane started un-commanded pitch oscillations and the last nose down excursion made it clear that I had to eject. My ride in F-14 BuNo 161614 ended 15 seconds before the crash with a Martin-Baker ejection seat and a parachute descent. My wife Sweet Denyse thanks you too.

CDR. TODD A PARKER

EJECTEE #4822

“It was a spring day in 1995 about 200 miles SW of Sicily. The USS Theodore Roosevelt was heading up to the Adriatic to enter the Bosnia conflict. As we expected combat, we needed to make sure as many jets as possible were up and ready so the past few days had been a maintenance blitz. We were conducting a post-maintenance check flight on our F-14 Tomcat, which the jet passed with flying colors.

After the flight we were heading back to the carrier, when suddenly the jet began bucking like a bronco – negative 2 Gs followed by 5 Gs, back and forth for about 1 minute, then it suddenly stopped. We couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but another aircraft joined up and noticed a mismatch in our horizontal stabilators. After two more events similar to the first, each time with the jet losing about 5000 feet, the jet suddenly pitched over into a negative 2 G dive and started rolling uncontrollably. I looked at the altimeter and it read 3000 feet so I pulled the handle. After the loud flash and bang, I found myself under the parachute, and looked down just in time to see the jet hit the water – what turned out to be just 4 seconds after we ejected. We were both safely under parachute, with only minor injuries but alive. We were plucked out of the water by helos from the carrier about 45 minutes later. –

Thanks to Martin-Baker and my Parachute Rigger, I am still alive, and by being able to “live to tell” about our story a major mechanical problem was found. All F-14 Tomcats were subsequently inspected and the same problem was found on dozens of other jets, so Martin-Baker not only saved my life but likely prevented many other aviators from (at best) joining the Tie Club themselves or at worst losing their lives. It was just a month later that a high school friend who heard I was deployed wrote me a letter…We’ve now been married 17 years with two wonderful children. Thank you Martin-Baker!!!

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freetheshit-outofyou · 10 months

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USS Buck (DD-761), USS Wisconsin (BB-64) and USS Saint Paul (CA-73) steaming together during operations off Korea, 1952.

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grantgfan · 9 days

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Hey, Ellie.

Have you ever heard of the “Temper Temper” Incident?

It involved this ship: USS Wisconsin (BB-64), an Iowa-class battleship of the United States Navy.

It happened on March 15th, 1952, during the Korean War. USS Wisconsin (BB-64), nicknamed “Big Wisky”, was bombarding targets near Songjin, North Korea when she hit for the first and only time in her WHOLE career. She was hit by a 155-mm North Korean artillery shell that was fired from a North Korean shore battery. The shell tore through a splinter shied of a starboard 40-mm gin mount that luckily killed no one but injured three sailors. Fuming with rage, Wisconsin immediately aimed ALL 9 16-inch main battery guns at the direction the shot came from and rained hell on it by firing a full salvo of her three main turrets, completely destroying not only the North Korean shore battery, but also everything around it. A few seconds later, Wisconsin's lead escort, a destroyer called USS Buck, sent a Morse lamp signal that translated “temper temper”. Wisconsin replied with “but they started it”.

So what’s the moral of this story? NEVER enrage a battleship, especially one from the US Navy.

Ellie: whoa

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ralfmaximus · 1 year

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When your nuclear submarine springs a small leak:

USS NAUTILUS experiences a small saltwater leak in one of the steam condensers shortly after leaving Groton, Conn., as the NAUTILUS heads south toward the Panama Canal to transit to the Pacific for her expedition to the North Pole. After passing through the Canal and experiencing a fire on May 4, 1958, the NAUTILUS puts into Mare Island Naval Shipyard, San Francisco, Calif., for repairs. However, the source of the leak cannot be pinpointed and the ship proceeds to Seattle, Wash. During the trip to Seattle, the captain decides to use the same type of additive that is sold for leaky car radiators to try to repair the leak in the condenser. Upon arriving in Seattle, 140 quarts are purchased and half are poured into the cooling system. The reactor plant is started and the leak is stopped.

70 quarts of this stuff:

AND IT WORKED

Note that this was not a jackass move, but the considered troubleshooting strategy of a nuclear engineer. Because in order to command a nuclear powered ship in the US Navy, you need a nuclear engineering degree.

He probably saved the Navy a few million bucks in repair bills.

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enriquemzn262 · 2 months

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I assume you’re probably not going to be there, but if your family happens to go by northeast Florida, the destroyer USS Orleck is in Jacksonville. It’s no battleship, but it is a museum ship. And it’s like twenty bucks to tour if I remember correctly.

I think it’s too far away from where we will be…

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ally-writes-many-things · 2 years

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I’m right here (Steve Harrington) Part 3

Summary: After being away from Hawkins for a little over seven years, you return to spend time with your brother Dustin but things happen that may change how you feel about Hawkins.

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You glanced over at the entrance to the shop and saw Robin standing there. “Nothing,”

“Yeah, he was just showing me how to fill the tubs up,”

“And that’s why half of the ice cream is on you and not in the tubs?”

“Slight malfunction?”

“Yeahhh,” Robin trailed off for a second before speaking again. “It is fascinating what 20 bucks will get you at the County Recorder’s Office,” She said walking into the back room while you and Steve followed her.

“Starcourt Mall,” She said, placing down blueprints as Dustin walked into the backroom. “The complete blueprints. So, this is us, Scoops, and this is where we want to get,”

“I mean, I don't really see a way in,”

“There's not, if you're talking exclusively about doors,” She said, flipping to the next page.

You realized what she was going for. “Air ducts,”

“Exactly. Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room and these air ducts lead all the way here,”

Steve placed the ladder right below the air duct, climbed up it and took the vent off.

“Flashlight,”

Dustin handed him one. “Thank you,”

After a few minutes of looking he came to a conclusion. “Yeah, I don't know, man. I don't know if any of us can fit in here. It's, like super tight,”

“I'll fit. Trust me. No collar bones, remember?”

Steve climbs down the ladder and Dustin climb up the stairs

“Uh, excuse me?”

“Oh, he's, uh Yeah, he's got some disease. Chry, uh It's chrydo, um Something. Yeah, I dunno. He's missing bones and stuff. He can bend like Gumbo,”

“You mean Gumby,”

“I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo,”

Robin looked at me. “I have no idea how to pronounce it,”

“Steve, just shut up and push me!”

Steve walked over to where your brother was in the duct and tried pushing him. “Okay. I'll push ya,”

“Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass,

“What? Touch my butt! I don't care!,”

“Come on! Harder! Push harder!”

“I'm pushing!”

“You're playing with my legs,”

“I'm not playing, I have terrible footing,”

“Come on!”

“I'm gonna just shove you, ready?”

“Just shove me?” -

“One, two,”

“Shit,”

“That work?”

“One more time,”

That entire ordeal just made you bust out laughing at the sheer stupidity that is your brother and Steve.

“Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Ahoy!” A voice came out of nowhere. You turned around and looked. “Come on. Get over here and serve me some samples,”

You and Robin both looked at each other as if you had the same idea.

After explaining the plan to Erica and Steve pulling Dustin out of the duct, Erica was sure she’d fit but now she’s trying to negotiate a deal. Steve was over at the counter fixing her whatever ice cream she wanted. “Know what I love most about this country? Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?”

“Yeah,”

“Of course,”

“It means this is a free market system. Which means people get paid for their services, depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many and I'm talking free ice cream for life,”

You and Dustin both looked at Robin and after a few minutes of making her the banana split, Steve came back over. They both agreed to her demands. These two are gonna end up being fired because of this. After she got done eating her ice cream, you four ran up to the roof of the building from last night as she was climbing through the ducts. “All right, nerds. I’m there,”

“Do you-Do you see anything?”

“Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about,”

“Any guards?”

“Negative,”

“Booby traps?”

“If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?”

“Thank you for that,”

“I’m in,” She said and a few seconds later the doors opened up.

You guys walked cautiously into the room and Steve cut one of the boxes open and it revealed some sort of metal box with a weird lock on it. Steve twisted the lock and it had some sort of vials in it. “That’s definitely not Chinese food,”

“Maybe, uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back,”

You, Robin, and Erica all without hesitation took a few steps back. Dustin, however, didn’t. “No,”

“Just-Just step back, okay?”

“No!”

“Dustin, just step back,”

“No! If he dies, I die,”

“Okay,” Steve said, pulling up the vial. “What the hell?”

“What is that?”

You were looking at the vial which had some sort of green goo in it when you felt the room shake. "Was that just me, or did the room move?"

"Booby traps,"

Robin grabbed the vial from Steve's hand. "You know what? Let's just grab that and go,"

Dustin who already was at the box looked at Erica. "Which one do I press, Erica?"

"Just press the damn button, nerd,"

"Which one? I'm pressing the button, okay?"

"Press "open door"

"I'm pressing "open door".

Steve walked over to where Dustin was standing "Just open the Press the other button,"

"Out of the way so she can push the button?"

"Would you stop?"

"I'm trying. Would you let me just do it? Would you stop?"

"Just open the door!"

At that point, the room started dropping which sent all over you screaming at the top of your lungs. “Shit! Shit! We're going down! We're going down!”

“Yeah, no shit, Harrington!” You yelled out.

“Why don't these buttons work?!” P

“Press the button!”

“What do you think I'm doing?!”

“Come on, press something! Just press the button!”

“Push it!”

All of a sudden the room abruptly stopped and you heard Steve groan. “My groin. It fell on my groin. Dustin!”

Dustin strained himself as he picked up the box from Steve’s lap. Steve slowly stood up but looked at every single one of you.

You did the same thing. “Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators! I think we've clearly established that those buttons don't work,” Steve complained.

“They're buttons. They have to do something,”

“Yeah, if we had a keycard,”

“A what?”

“It's an electronic lock. Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate meaning-”

“We're stuck in here,”

“Yeah. Just so you nerds are aware, I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's, and Tina always covers for me. But if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow and my mom finds out you three are responsible, she's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat,”

“I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!” Steve snapped on Erica.

“Hey,” Dustin said as you all turned and looked at him and saw that he was looking on top of the elevator. “What if we climbed out?”

It took them a few minutes to climb out of the elevator and a couple of seconds to look around above us and then they came back down. “That’s not gonna work because there is nothing for us to climb besides the cable and we are very far down into the Earth,”

By what the time on your watch said it had been about eight hours since you were trapped in this elevator and everyone was starting to get annoyed with each other. You were sitting down while Robin and Erica were arguing over something when you heard something hitting the wall. You looked over and couldn’t believe what you were seeing. “Whoever is taking a leek up there, redirect your stream, please?”

Whoever it was did redirect the stream but pretty much still in the same area. “Thank you for that,”

It went quiet again and that’s when you heard something whirring and it was coming close to us. “We’ve got company,”

The boys helped you, Erica, and Robin up onto the top of the elevator and you saw two Russians coming in, spoke something in Russian, grabbed a few boxes left and the elevator door was closing. Steve grabbed the vial that was in Erica’s hand and dropped down into the floor and placed the vial under the door so it would stop it so we could go through. “Go, go, go, go, go,”

You all had managed to get past the door before the door shut. The vial had broken and whatever shit was in it and was eating away at the floor. Robin looked at Erica. “You still wanna drink that?”

You looked away from them and down the hallway. “Fuck,”

“Well hope you guys are in good shape,” Steve said, tapping Dustin’s stomach. “Looking at you, roast beef. Let's go, come on,”

“Why me?”

You had walked most of it in complete silence not knowing what to think or say. You were in the middle of a secret Russian base with two girls that you just met, your brother and a guy that you’re pretty sure you’re falling hard for. You always try to talk Dustin out of doing stupid shit like that but he always talks you into and the reason why is beyond you.You knew you should know better but that’s the big sister in you. You didn’t want Dustin to be in a dangerous situation without you. Your legs were starting to hurt but you kept pushing through.

“You have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive,”

You all looked at Dustin in complete stupidity but Steve was one to talk. “What are you talking about? It's a total fire hazard. There's no stairs, there's no exit, there's just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell,”

You rolled her eyes. “They're Commies. You don't pay people, they cut corners,”

Robin pointed at you. “To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking. Think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo. It all comes into the mall like any old delivery. And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody's the wiser,”

“You think they built this whole mall so they could transport that green poison?”

“I very seriously doubt it's something as boring as poison. It's gotta be much more valuable, like promethium or something,”

“What the hell is promethium?”

“It's what Victor Stone's dad used to make Cyborg's bionic and cybernetic components,”

“You're all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill,”

“No, no, no. No, don't lump me in with them. I'm not a nerd, all right?”

“Why so sensitive, Harrington? Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?”

“No, I'm just saying I don't know jack shit about Prometheus,”

“Promethium,” You said, not even bothering to look at Steve. “Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure,”

Steve looked over at you, shocked. “You’re a nerd too?”

You just shrugged. “Maybe,”

“It’s probably being used to make something,”

“Or power something,”

“Like a nuclear weapon?”

“Totally. Walking towards a nuclear weapon. That's great. That'd be great,”

“But if they're building something, why here? I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places,”

You girls kept walking and didn’t notice that Steve and Dustin stopped walking for a few seconds. You turned around and looked behind you and saw that Dustin and Steve were whispering about something. Robin was the one to speak. “Is there something that you wanna share with the class?”

You pointed at Robin. “What she said,”

They both looked at each other for a second before looking back at you and they looked like they wanted to say something but the walkie started to come in. “Walkie,”

"A trip to China sounds nice." If you tread lightly."

“It's the code,”

“Wherever that broadcast is coming from-.

“It's close,”

“And if there's one thing we know about that signal It can reach the surface,”

“Let's go,”

You had walked down more of the hallways and you saw where all of the Russians were at and the room was full of them.

“First floor, northwest,” Erica said.

“Saw what?”

“The comms room,”

“You saw the comms room?”

“Correct,”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there,”

“That could be a hundred different things,”

Steve looked between you and Robin. “ I'll take those odds. All right. We're gonna move fast, we're gonna stay low,”

You all snuck into the room without being noticed but as soon as you looked in front of you, you saw a Russian standing there. He spoke in Russian but you couldn’t understand it. Robin tried a few different things but it didn’t work out. Steve got tired of waiting and attacked the man. Steve took a couple of punches but eventually Steve knocked him out. “Hey Steve,”

“What, yn?”

“You did it! You actually won a fight!”

“Shut up, at least I’m not a nerd,”

“At least I won every fight I got into,”

“Oh really, now?”

“Yeah. Wanna bet I can take you?”

“Yeah, I’ll take that bet,” Your brother said.

“Guys,” Robin said, climbing back down the stairs. “There's something up there.

You all climbed out the stairs and you saw that there was some sort of machine that was pulsating and shooting out bolts of electricity at something. You didn’t know what it was. It looked like they were tearing apart the fabric of space. “The gate,” Both Dustin and Steve said in unison.

You looked at your brother. “You seen this before?”

“Uhm not exactly,”

“Then what, exactly?”

“All you need to know is it’s bad,”

“It’s really bad. Like end-of-the-human-race-as-we-know-it kind of bad,” Steve said as we walked back down the stairs.

“And you know about this how?”

“Wait, is this gate thing what you helped Dustin on?”

“Yes and no,”

“What does that mean?”

“Um, Steve? Where's your Russian friend?”

You all looked at Erica and then turned around and saw that the Russian was gone and then the alarm started blaring. “Shit,”

“Halt! Halt!”

“Shit,”.

You guys all took off up the stairs into the room with this gate thing and then ran across the room and into a room that was in the back of that room. You saw Steve trying to hold the door shut, you ran over to the door and helped keep it shut.

“Here!” Erica said as she lifted up a hatch to a door that was on the floor. “Come on, let's go!”

“Just get out of here! Get help,”

“Robin, go with them,”

As soon as those three had escaped, your bodies gave in to the weight that was pressing against the door as the Russians pushed through. A few guards grabbed you and a few guards grabbed Steve and they put you into separate rooms to I guess interrogate you. They threw you into a chair. “What’s your name?”

You didn’t answer him. “Who do you work for?”

You didn’t answer him again.

This went on for a good few minutes and you were surprised they didn’t hit you for it. You knew you were playing a dangerous game with them but your life was in danger the past two days and you just plain didn’t care anymore. If they were too busy with you and Steve, the more time Robin and the other two could get help.

“I’ll ask you again, who do you work for?”

This time you talked but answered his question with a question. “Where’s my friend?”

“Answer our questions and we’ll take him to you,”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “I know how you Russians work. I answer your questions and you won’t take me to my friend. So take me to him and maybe just maybe I’ll answer your question,”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x yn #stranger things #stranger things x reader #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #erica sinclair #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #jonathan byers #will byers #joyce byers #eleven #jane hopper

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pzfr · 7 months

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💍

Send 💍 and I'll share a canon I ship/want to ship my OC with.

Definitely a few different characters from Star Trek: Lower Decks (barring canon orientation reveals. I'll step back on shipping Rex with them especially if they're confirmed to be lesbians as one example):

T'Lyn (A "rebel" (by Vulcan standards) who switched over to Starfleet. I'll let her clips do her justice).

Rutherford (Very upbeat engineer who pushes himself a little harder than he should, also has a troubled past. Friends to the end kind of love.)

Beckett Mariner (Canonically bi as well, bucks the rules-- sometimes to look cool, but her heart is in the right place. Also cool/chill when off-duty, looks out for her friends)

Kayshon (Major league trustworthy bro material, being the USS Cerritos's head of security. Plus Tamarians have the most incredible culture).

MAYBE even Boimler (Follows the rules to a T, early seasons at least so almost turns Rex away. But they're both kind of anxiety-ridden people who sincerely love what they do).

#[ooc] out of orbit #reddragon-cowboy #[ask] letters column #//A series with a strong emphasis on ensemble... so many crushes for Rex's bi ass

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sethshead · 14 days

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I, like WCK, accept that the attack on the aid convoy was unintention and a mistake. Nonetheless, it reveals growing problems within the IDF and its conduct in the war. While the IDF has never had a great record of piercing the fog of war, or of passing down information to overaggressive field commanders (see also: USS Liberty), a failure to rectify such operational flaws allows them to become systemic.

In any war, tragic accidents occur. This one was entirely avoidable, however. While militant infiltration of aid distribution has complicated the fighting and contributed to civilian hunger, to destroy a series of unidentified civilian vehicles because of the possible presence of a single combatant is the definition of disproportionality.

While IDF leadership may disavow this cowboy attitude, it has yet permeated the ranks. The buck stops at the top. While disciplining and censuring the officers involved was a good first step, it would be wise of Israel to permit an outside investigation to be conducted, to better identify ways to ensure that proper procedures and rules of engagement are followed, and to weed out any potentially maverick personnel who might be acting with conscious malice towards aid workers and Palestinian civilians.

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steddiecameraroll · 5 months

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Steve’s pov to this post now both POVs on ao3

Steve sighs and lowers his head in shame as the group of old classmates leave the shop. Softly plunking his forehead against the counter in defeat. His uniformed hat slips from his head onto the counter. If Robin had been working she would’ve added more than one tally onto the board after that pitiful display.

“Buck up, sailor boy.”

Steve jolts up to find Eddie Munson nimbly twirling his hat around his index finger.

“Munson, what are you…that’s my hat.” Steve swipes the hat swiftly from Eddie’s hand, feeling unnerved under the man’s silly smile.

When he straightens himself up he sees Eddie take in the entire ridiculous get up with an amused gaze.

“Love the outfit, by the way. Really finishes off the whole ambiance.” He motions around them to punctuate his point.

“I know it’s ridiculous, dude. You don’t have to rub it in.”

Steve’s heard every pirate pun in human existence since he started this shitty minimum wage job.

“Oh no, you misconstrue, my good man.”

Misconstrue?

As Eddie continues, he flattens his palms onto the countertop and leans into Steve’s space. The seemingly simple movement causes a weird sensation in Steve’s stomach that he tries to ignore.

“If I’m rubbing anything, it wouldn’t be your uniform.”

Steve’s palms are suddenly sweaty because what the fuck does that mean? He thinks his cheeks feel warmer than they did a moment ago too, and he’s grateful when Eddie moves away to begin looking through the display case.

He takes a steadying breath then from behind the counter, steps in beat with Eddie’s movements.

As the curly haired man drags his finger across the glass he asks, “what do you recommend?”

Steve realizes he might get out of this interaction unscathed if he can get through the next couple of minutes. So he sucks it up and dons his most charming smile.

“Um, the USS Butterscotch is a favorite or the cherry’s jubilee.” He watches Eddie carefully scrutinize each and every flavor of ice cream before standing up and directing his attention back on Steve. “What do you usually get when you eat ice cream?”

The corner of Eddie’s lip ticks up and then he leans in.

“Wanna know a secret?” The man whispers.

And Steve does, he really does. “Um, ok,” he replies shakily.

He steps closer ensuring he doesn’t miss Eddie’s next words, and braces himself because it feels like something he should do.

“I’m more of a salty treat, kinda man.” Then Eddie winks implying some kind of hidden meaning.

Steve doesn’t get it.

But he doesn’t want to admit to that fact. So he tries to hide it with an uncertain chuckle, and an awkward scratch to the back of his neck. He prays Eddie doesn’t spring some kind of pop quiz on him, catching him in the ruse.

“Well, then maybe-um-a parfait? Peanut butter?” A lightbulb goes off in his head and he smiles bright. “Or nuts…something with nuts?”

Eddie snorts and bites back a smile, catching Steve’s eye. How has he never noticed how defined Eddie’s cupids bow is?

The words that just tumbled out of Steve’s mouth finally hit his brain, and he wants to jump through a window. Because it’s fine, he’s only a complete idiot.

The last five minutes with this man have thrown Steve off his game.

What is happening? Chill out.

He shakes his head and grabs an errant cleaning rag trying to busy himself. Maybe if he keeps his eyes off the super senior, he’ll stop putting his foot in his mouth.

And maybe he’ll stop noticing how oddly attractive Eddie’s mouth is.

“I could go for some nuts,” Eddie’s voice pitches low and Steve’s knees almost buckle.

An image flashes in Steve’s mind of Eddie looking up at him from below and it makes his mouth go dry.

“What kind of nuts do you have, Stevie?” Eddie asks while leaning over, drawing Steve’s eyes to the taut bicep muscle suddenly appearing under his shirt sleeve.

How in the world is he not supposed to hear the sexual innuendo in that question? He swallows hard and pushes through, trying to pretend he’s not chubbing up in his stupid polyester shorts.

“Um, just -y’know- normal ones.” He can’t help himself and continues. “What kind do you like?”

He licks his lips, holding his breath, waiting to see if Eddie will continue the banter.

Steve feels like his skin is burning. He can’t remember the last time someone so blatantly flirted with him. Let alone a man. A sexy man, he’s realizing, but a man nonetheless.

There’s not enough time for him to question why he’s enjoying Eddie’s eyes on him. He feels like prey of some kind and fuck does it feel good.

He wonders if the rumors he’s heard about Eddie are true. If Steve pulled the man behind the counter would he really like Steve’s nuts?

When Eddie responds, his voice is lower and it sends a shiver up Steve’s spine.

“I’m sure I’d like anything you give me, captain.”

Steve can’t control the shuttering reply that slips from his mouth.

“Jesus,” he sighs. “Uh, how about our peanut butter brickle topped with our candied almonds?”

That chubbing from earlier is becoming an annoying problem. So Steve nervously pulls his scooper from its holster and starts mindlessly spinning it.

He’s trying so hard to not think about Eddie’s tongue.

“Sounds delicious. I’ll have one of those. Is there a show or anything I get with my treat?”

“A show?”

Like a strip tease?

Steve grabs a parfait cup, grateful to busy his hands with the order.

“Was just curious if there’s some kind of song or dance you have to perform in this adorable little outfit. Y’know, like that one restaurant in Chicago, Ed Debevic’s?”

Steve scrunches his nose in confusion while sliding open the display case.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Really?” Eddie cocks his head. “It’s a 50’s diner place where the staff are dicks. Nothing? Really?”

Eddie’s face looks so earnestly surprised Steve wishes he had known the place. He shakes his head though, while reaching into the giant tub of swirly looking ice cream.

Steve can see Eddie in his peripheral, dip down to watch. Customers are always watching when Steve scoops but this customer makes Steve want to show off a little.

“Is there a shower back there?”

“What?” The question comes out of left field.

“In the back. Was just curious if you go home sticky or not.”

The timber of Eddie’s voice makes it sound like he’d prefer Steve to be sticky. Would he want to lick Steve clean? The flash of Eddie’s tongue fills Steve’s mind for the millionth time in the last 5 minutes.

“Um, no… I mean yes I’m generally pretty sticky at the end of my shift, but there’s no shower…in the back.” But he wishes there was. “There’s not really anything back there. Only a table and some safety posters, a white board that Robin shames me with.”

Eddie quirks an eyebrow. “Shames you? Robin…?”

“Buckley?” He’s sure Eddie knows Robin. Doesn’t he play an instrument? “From school.”

“Yeaaahhh, that’s what I thought. Good for her.” He says with a smirk.

Steve pours a sprinkling of candy coated almonds over the ice cream with a furrowed brow. The snarky comment is a perfect distraction from the uncomfortable tightness that has been growing in his shorts.

Steve almost forgot the whole point of this interaction was to get Eddie out of here quickly. Not to fantasize about how warm and wet those pouty lips would feel.

“Anything else I can get for you?” He asks while trying to hide his nervousness behind a smile.

He sets the concoction down on the counter and holds his breath.

A slow yet wicked grin spreads across Eddie’s face causing a knot to develop in Steve’s stomach. That grin looks dangerous.

“Naw, I’m good. Unless…” He pauses a beat before continuing. “There’s something available that’s not on the menu.”

And then the man has the audacity to lean over the countertop, dip his head slightly, and glance up at Steve with the most mouth watering gaze.

Oh, he definitely has something Eddie can have. He wants to give it to him. Wants to feed it slowly between his lips until they’re spread tight. Then shove his fingers into Eddie’s hair and massage his scalp. And from the look on Eddie’s face, he’d love every single inch of it.

Steve’s never wanted to fuck someone’s face more.

“Um,” he looks around the empty restaurant, gauging if he could sneak in the back for a few minutes unnoticed.

The mall does seem quieter at the moment. Maybe no one will be craving a sundae for the next 10 minutes.

“Y-yeah, there is actually.”

Nervous energy is strumming under his skin. He prays he’s not misreading this. He’s never done this before, but he really really wants to. Didn’t even know that, until the curly haired man walked in here.

Now he thinks if Eddie doesn’t suck his cock in the next 5 minutes he’s never going to stop thinking about it.

“It’s in the back.” He swallows hard. “Um, in the-in the break room. Wanna see it? Maybe?” Hopefully Eddie doesn’t hear the crack in Steve’s voice.

Steve stands in nervous anticipation waiting for this whole thing to blow up in his face. Maybe Eddie will bust out laughing, call Steve a creep and stomp his way out of the restaurant. If he’s lucky Eddie won’t go around town telling everyone how the old king Steve is now queer Steve.

“Yeeaaah, definitely need to see it.” Eddie’s tongue glides languidly across his bottom lip. “Maybe wanna taste it even.”

Steve’s heart stutters while it quickly redirects his blood flow south. A tiny gasp slips past his now gaping mouth as Eddie’s eyes darken before him.

He nods in silent understanding and knows he needs to move quickly before anyone shows up. While biting his bottom lip to prevent a whimper from slipping out, he motions his head toward the break room door.

“Cool, very cool.” He keeps himself pointed toward Eddie and walks backward leading the way.

When Eddie makes it to the gap in the counter, Steve sees Eddie’s pupils widen and hears a heavy groan rumble from the man’s chest.

The break room door hits Steve’s back and he wonders how quiet they have to be. Because he’s sure from the look Eddie’s giving him, he wants to do more than suck him off.

And the way Steve’s body is responding, he would seriously consider it.

They disappear behind the door for 17 minutes, where Steve receives a sexy metalhead shaped hickey on the inside of his thigh.

“I don’t have all day, sailor man.” Erica Sinclair stands with her hands on her hips, glaring at the two men when they stumble out into the open.

Steve’s eyes fall on the melted mess of Eddie’s ice cream before taking in the angry tyke.

“Well, get after it, sailor man.” Eddie brings his palm down quickly, smacking Steve’s ass.

“Oh,” Steve startles forward feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Call me later?” Eddie whispers.

Steve tries to bite back a smile but fails while nodding eagerly.

Apparently Steve had been right, Eddie did want to lick him clean.

Eddie’s POV

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margaretascadda · 3 months

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"Owning The Battle Space - The Arrival Of The USS Bogue" Eighty Years Ago, Today – (Friday) March 5th, 1943 – In the Battle Of The Atlantic, a game-changer arrives in the form of the USS Bogue (ACV-9), the lead ship of the Bogue-Class Escort Carrier of the US Navy. Bogue didn't begin her life as an aircraft carrier - she started out as a "C3" class cargo ship named the "SS Steel Advocate." Changed before completion, she is given to the Navy in May of 1942, and commissioned that September. Escort Carriers, to paraphrase that great figure in Western Literature, Eddie Izzard, aren't really aircraft carriers, "but rather more of a gesture." Not quite 500 feet long with a flight deck of just 440 feet in length and barely 82 feet wide, you had just as good of a chance getting killed trying to land on an Escort Carrier as you did fighting the enemy. In heavy seas, they buck like broncos and pitch like rocking chairs, and if you sneezed, you'd have already overshot the flight deck. But... for as rough as they may seem, they are easy to mass produce and give a badly needed naval aviation capability wherever they deploy to. The 24-odd fighters and torpedo bombers they carry provide local commands with serious flexibility and firepower. And that flex is about to come down hard on the German U-Boats. That's why today's date is so important. USS Bogue takes to the North Atlantic as part of the escort of Convoy HX-228, meaning the Convoy now has its very own air cover, and does not have to wait for help from land-based aircraft flying hundreds of miles from shore. This new precedent now allows for US Navy pilots to take off, engage a target, land, and reload as often as necessary from the North American coast until arrival in England or the Mediterranean. The Battle Of The Atlantic has taken a very serious and deadly turn that will prove itself in the months ahead. 🇺🇲🇺🇲 ** Please Like & Follow "Sandy Hook History" on Facebook & Instagram for more amazing maritime and military histories of the Garden State and New York Harbor as well as a review of the 80th Anniversary of the Battle Of The Atlantic and World War 2** 🇺🇲🇺🇲 (at Fort Hancock, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpbrkBBNDgC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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keywestlou · 2 years

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MASTURBATION

MASTURBATION - https://keywestlou.com/masturbation-2/Originally posted May 2019 Masturbation…..A more interesting topic than Trump. I have reached the point where I am totally frustrated. Not with Trump, Congress, society in general. I am frustrated with the LAW. I am qualified to speak. The law was my life for 46 years. The law is not working. Courts are being packed, the FBI investigated, a President who constantly disregards the law, no one doing what they should do, infrequent performance by government late. The legal system is antiquated and requires upgrading. Which brings me to the more interesting topic of masturbation. Ann Landers was a nationally recognized advice columnist in the previous generation. In May 1993, she discussed masturbation in her column. AIDS and unwanted pregnancies rampant at the time. Landers endorsed masturbation as a safe and realistic solution to people’s needs. Landers noted, “Masturbation is a cheap and easy way to do it.” She also noted that her masturbation advice would not have flown 10 or 20 years earlier. The public was not ready to hear it. I recall a fourth grade masturbation experience. Not doing it. My body had not revealed the possibility to me yet. I attended a Catholic school. I was 8 years old, as were my class mates. On the last day of school before summer vacation, a priest came to our classroom to talk to the boys. The girls could not remain. He talked about masturbation. How it was self abuse, a sin, could make hair grow on our hands, render us blind. For real, that was the thrust of the talk. We looked at each other strangely. Most if not all of us did not know what he was talking about. In fact so beyond us was the topic that we did not even discuss his talk after school. Another more interesting topic than Trump involves a girl born in December in a San Diego Hospital. She was a preemie. The child is believed to be the world’s tiniest surviving micro-preemie. Weighed 8.6 ounces. Not even one pound! She has been described as the size of an apple when born. A normal pregnancy is 39-40 weeks. The baby had been in her mother’s womb only 23 weeks 3 days. This month she went home. Five months later. A healthy infant weighing 5 pounds. To Mueller’s talk. The facts are all over the media. You have heard them already. I am not going to bore you with a recitation. What bothers me is that everyone keeps passing the buck. Mueller should have called a spade a spade. I don’t buy FBI “policy” that a President cannot be indicted for a federal crime while in office. It is merely a policy. Not law. Congress never passed it. A President never signed such a bill. Even the validity of its source is questionable. Mueller should have gone for it! I ask, what if a President was secretly carrying a gun. Someone on federal property pissed him off. An unarmed person. The President shot and killed the individual. Is Mueller telling us under such a fact pattern the President could not be indicted? No way. No one, even a President, is above the law. My other unhappiness factor is based on the law increasingly not working. Whether in Washington or on the streets of America where an unarmed person is shot by the police and the police go free. What Mueller has done is guarantee that our country will be in a state of chaos till the 2020 election. If Trump wins again in 2020, God help us! The United States will never be the same. John McCain is a real American hero. A warship was named after his grandfather and father, both who were Admirals in the U.S. Navy. McCain’s name has been added to the vessel. The warship is in Japanese waters. Within Trump’s view while he would be in Japan. It has been reported the White House wanted the USS John McCain hidden. A 5/15 email between U.S. Navy and Air Force officials: “USS John McCain needs to be out of sight.” I am not aware if Trump knew what was going on. I suspect not. However high level officials apparently did not want to upset Trump. Trump should never have gotten into a tariff war with China. His….tariff wars are easy, I win tariff wars…..is not working. Ask the farmers in the midwest. The Chinese People’s Daily is considered the government’s newspaper. It reported yesterday re the tariff war and the U.S.: “Don’t say we didn’t warn you!” That terminology has only been used twice before. In 1962 before China’s border war with India. Then before the 1979 China-Vietnam War. I will be out of the house at noon today. A haircut. Need one badly. Will shave before. I need a shave badly also. Hopefully tonight I will go out for a while. Enjoy your day!

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