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ghouljams · 5 months

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My dear, so sorry but allow me to brain root this idea here. Feel free to delete it or just kill me for bothering you.

Street race!au

All of the boys work on cars after deployment as a hobby. Maybe Alex or Gaz open a mechanic shop just to have something to do in medical leaves. Their first contact with street race was in a small car gathering, one guy got too cocky about his Bugatti and shit talking the other till Soap got enough. After winning with his Dragster project, people keep inviting them for other races.

Price and Laswell are against it in the beginning. If police ever get one of them it's game over, Martial court and prison. Definitely something they don't want to have to report on, but after some persuasion (it's good to keep the reflexes going, Gaz said, and Ghost can finally learn how to drive better. Much to Ghost protests, it actually helps him understand that scratching the car only means he will be the one paying and fixing it, so he started to avoid getting too close from guard rail or other cars, curbs and signals.) They finally give in, with only a promise to not get near civis! Only empty streets, roads or particular sites or Price himself will skin them.

None of them really buy brand new, no they got to auditions selling broke down cars, going in places with abandoned car bodies. You know seeing something broken and thrown away coming back to life by their hands always brings a smile to their faces.

Price with a Rolls Royce, liking to run on long and straight roads. Gearbox is as stiff as his neck. Break lights blinking as if passing a Morse code. He is better at calibrating things, tried once to work on the electric part and now his radio always turns one whenever he goes left.

Ghost with a GT- R Godzilla, hating curves and dirt roads. Has a skeleton keychain on his rear window gifted from Soap. Likes to work on motors and such. Once have fallen asleep under a project and Gaz and Soap thought it was going to be a great idea to wake him up by smashing an empty cane on his feet. One bruise later, the two of them will work on his car for free to pay the headache.

Soap with a Dodge Challenger dragster, Loves to pop his exhaust to challenge people. More than once his tires explode when burning tires, has to take a lift with Gaz. Do bodywork in the office but prefer to paint and custom.

Gaz with a supra, confident in curves and sew. His car has a generic green plastic soldier hanging on the rear window, Soap gift. The only one with actual patience to do electric work and welding. Once was convinced by Soap to try and use the solder to heat up hotdogs, Ghost swears that the smell of it hunts the place.

(wanted to write more but I think it's alright a small bible.)

Thanks for letting me bored you. Hope you have a wonderful month. 💕🌹💕🌹

Ok, I'm not a car guy (except the dodge challenger, fuck I love a hellcat) but I have watched a lot of Initial D so... I'm basically a drag racing expert.

First thing's first I firmly believe Ghost does not have a license, this man is driving so fucking illegally it is unreal.

Second, headcanons:

I love Soap in a muscle car, it fits him like a glove. He's pulling up with a worn out leather jacket and a sandwich from tesco, late for the race because he knows he'll win. Loves corners. The thrill of seeing how close he can get to the rail is almost as good as watching a bomb go off. He's got those good precision fingers too, I bet he does a lot of filigree and line work on the cars he paints. Probably has a signature style to it that people pay through the nose for. Price has told him multiple times to stop upcharging, he is not going to. Also feels a lot like a trick driver. Driving backwards, lots of donuts and super quick drifts to whip his car around. I think electrical would also be his thing, again it's those precision fingers. He already does wiring for demo work why not cars?

Gaz on call for pickups every time Ghost or Soap fucks up their car. Ghost is in the passenger seat all the fucking time because he stalled his car and it won't start again. Gaz has literally never seen a car stall as much as Ghost's car stalls. Gaz is point man for setting up races, he knows everyone who has a fast car, knows what streets will be empty, knows where the cops will be, he's calling flag girls just to keep this shit classy. You will not catch him slipping. He's an all around-er. He's got the curves, the straight aways, he can do it all and he does it with a smile. He's having the best time. If you ride with him you will be holding on for dear life because he is not slowing down for that turn. Ghost nearly pisses himself the first time he catches a ride home from Gaz, Soap throws up. Price will not get in the car with him.

Price strikes me as a coach type, he's attempting to manage the team Gaz has put together, but he's really just there to watch. I agree I think he's best in the straight away. He's definitely suped up his rolls, and can blast through any competition, as long as he doesn't have to do too much drifting. Gaz attempted to drive his car once and learned the hard way that the gear box cannot handle curves well. Price doesn't care, he likes to go fast so he doesn't need to do much else. He's in the shop every other month staring at the engine while Soap and Gaz hover. He will not take suggestions, eyes on your own work soldiers.

Ghost doesn't like to drive as much as he likes working pit, hard agree. He's a real black thumb, engines are his bread and butter. I want to see that man in coveralls, wiping his oil covered hands on a rag as he inspects his work. Lowkey hates driving. Gaz and Soap are insistent that he knows how to race, because there's nothing more terrifying that having Ghost pull up to a race in his blacked out Godzilla. Definitely gets pulled over all the time for having his windows tinted too dark. I think his engine is loud once it gets up above 140 kph, by design not because there's anything wrong with it. Stalls his car all the fucking time because the man cannot drive if he's not racing. Certified passenger princess. Soap makes him a shitty pink glitter t-shirt that barely fits and Ghost wears it all the time around base. Pisses Price off to no end, have some goddamn self respect.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #street racing au #yeah anyway I don't need more aus on the pile #this doesn't feel like a darling au #more like a platonic boys being stupid au

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l44serbeam · 2 years

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now i wanna, be your dog

eddie munson x metalhead!fem!reader summary: five times Eddie knew that he was undeniable head over heels for the leather wearing hellcat that rode into his life and rattled him in his boots (and by boots i mean doodle littered converse). a/n: okok so i've seen plenty cheerleader x eddie munson fics but i've seen like ONE metalhead x eddie fic which is much needed. Im talking like motorcycle riding, eyeliner wearing, beer shotgunning, motley crue enjoying bad ass bitch that can outsmoke eddie like theres no tomorrow. So, i made one :) this is literally the fluffiest of fluff, a bucket of sexual tension, and smut thrown in a basket and tossed back at you with a pink ribbon. ❀ warnings: afab and she/her pronouns used, fluff, smut (number where smut occurs in bold) [riding, fingering, cum eating, pulling out] , drug use, under 21yo drinking, smoking (weed and cigarettes), cursing, y/n is said to wear heavy makeup, tiny little reference to blood, y/n is also said to have facial piercings. y/n is 18 here and in her senior year and Eddie is 19. ❀ poc friendly

Not responsible for your media consumption choices but preferably 16+ from here on down ;)

There was no doubt that from the second Eddie Munson laid his eyes on the new y/n y/l/n, she had him wrapped around her little ring covered finger.

With heavy black eyeshadow and lips blood red, the moment she stepped foot into Hawkins, he was right behind her, chasing her like a lost puppy.

Y/n had just moved to Hawkins, rumors of "the new girl" were circulating around the town like a wildfire.

Eddie didn't think much about the fact a new girl was around, only that it wasn't going to affect him much but on the first day of school he was proved extremely wrong.

The very first day of the new school year, Eddie jumped out of his van and was in the process of locking his door when he heard an unfamiliar roar of a motor behind him.

He turned around and caught a glimpse of a motorcycle driving into the student parking lot, much faster than allowed. The motorcycle in itself was what initially had him reeling. It was a Suzuki Katana, painted a dark red. So dark it almost looked black when the sun wasn't hitting it. All his years in the treacherous highschool and in this horrid town and never once had he seen that bike.

On it, was what he last expected to be riding it. A woman? Now, it's not that Eddie had any issue with it, but here? In Hawkins, Indiana?

There was no way that wasn't the new girl because trust me, Eddie would have noticed her before.

The second thing that caught his attention as he walked in the direction of where the girl was pulling into, was her shirt. It was baggy and the sleeves had been torn off, the sides of her black bra showing when she lifted her arms. It was dark grey and had a white design, the words 'Iron Maiden' large in the front and in the back had all of the dates and places of their 1984-1985 'World Slavery' tour. It was one of Eddies favorite bands.

As she parked the bike, turning off the engine and throwing her bag over her shoulder, some kid jumped up besides her.

"That's a beautiful ride ya got there." He said. Caught by surprise, she flashed the boy a smile, the brightness of it contrasting the darkness of her eyes.

"Thanks. Fixed her up myself." She said, patting the seat.

After a beat of silence, Eddie stuck his hand out towards her.

"Eddie. Eddie Munson, but you, can call me whatever you please." He said, a smile much too sly on his face.

y/n couldn't lie, he wasn't bad looking. He was rather attractive. He didn't look like the jock kind. With hair almost as wild as hers, rings of skulls and gargoyles, patches and pins of various metal bands she was familiar with sewn into his jacket and converse completely covered in doodles of the most outrageous of things, he seemed just like her kind of person.

"Y/n y/l/n and i think i'll decide what to call you while you walk me to first period." She replied, walking past him and avoiding his hand which was still stuck out.

From then on, Eddie knew he was in for it.

"Dude this is the worst shit i've ever fucking smoked." the girl giggled as she laid on the floor of Eddies van, her legs mounted up against the door of the van and her back on the ground.

"It's not that bad." Eddie slurred from his place in the beanbag.

They were parked out front of Eddie's trailer, using the van as a more convenient place to hotbox.

"There's no fucking way Rick doesnt have better shit to offer you. I mean your like his best... busboy. Where's the better shit? I think we should interrogate him." y/n muttered, bringing her legs off the wall and sitting up against it.

Eddie merely snorted at her struggle to sit up. Her eyeliner had smeared a little, now intense and under her eye. Strands of hair stuck onto the piercings on her face, causing her to swat them away, then lightly whine when her aggressive actions pulled on her piercing harshly.

"What are staring at, freak." y/n said playfully, looking up to Eddie who gazed at her from the beanbag, his eyes half opened and hair wild.

"You." He said. Thats what y/n liked about him. An honest man. Only one she'd ever met.

"Why don't you come here and get a little closer, maybe you'll see better." She lited, tilting her head to the side and smiling a smile so innocently titillating that made the boy swallow harshly, sitting up and leaning towards her.

His face was now mere centimeters away from hers, air hot and still reeking of pot. Her smile faltered slightly, now just a smirk.

Eddie was mesmerized. His lips parted as his breaths came in quiet pants. His eyes lazily flickered back and forth between her eyes and her lips.

If he were sober, he would've sealed the gap ages ago but now, countless puffs in and all he could think about was how soft her lips looked, the now faded crimson color looked so delicately venomous. Like one kiss would kill him but oh how endearing that one kiss would be. Almost as if he leaned in, hed never get to lean away and right now, he had no problem with that. So instead of closing the small space between them, he just stared into the abyss that was her lips.

"Why don't you get some Motley playing before i decide to do something dumb like jump your bones, Munson."

The crowd at The Hideout was fuller than usual. A few unrecognized faces littered the crowd. Mostly middle aged men with beards and bandanas.

Eddie was crouched by the back of the stage area, plugging his amp into the wall. Next to him, Jeff and Gareth argued over some stupid cables and which go where as if they hadn't done this millions of times.

"You're a fucking idiot Jeff. That's the XLR cable, not whatever the fuck you're saying. That goes into the amp not the wall." He whisper shouted, making Eddie roll his eyes.

"Then how would the mike turn on, Gareth." He replied, dramatically placing his hands on his hips.

"It connects to the amp that AMPlifies it considering that's what an AMPlifier does. Then the amp goes into the wall. It's not fucking trigonometry. I mean shit, Eddies had to retake highschool like a hundred times and he gets it."

Eddie raised his arms and turned to look at them "I'm right here dumbass." He said annoyed, being dismissed with rolling eyes and waved hands. "I need a beer." He mumbled before making his way past them and up to the bar.

"Luke, can you gimme a Busch?" He ordered, placing the cash on the counter and receiving a nod from the bartender.

"Make that two." A voice rasped behind him, followed by the scent of cigarettes and vanilla.

He turned to welcome to sight of his now bestfriend (and occasional fuck buddy) looking like she just came out of a Rolling Stones magazine. Just a black lace bra as a top, black leather pants, two chains attached to the belt loops and a dark weathered denim jacket thrown over, oversized and the sleeves bagging.

He was holding back any and every urge to immediately fall to his knees at the sight of the y/n y/l/n. The girl that had grabbed the boy by his shoulders and shown him what the world is like outside of the wretched town. The girl that had shown him what it's like to truly have the rug pulled from beneath him and a heavy boot wearing damsel step on his throat.

"On you, of course." She chuckled, jumping onto the bar stool besides him and leaning her forearms onto the sticky bar counter.

"Oh of course. Can't have the punk rock princess pay for her own drinks." He laughed, making y/n laugh at the rhyming but slightly cheesy name he'd decided to give her.

"Would that make you the metalhead macho? Or shall i say, the iron maiden." Y/n laughed at her own joke, making Eddie bark out in laughter as well.

The bartender placed the two bottles before them and Eddie slid him the money for the second one and made his own seat on the barstool next to him.

"So, what brings you here at this treacherous hour of the night?" Eddie asked, never having had seen her at his gigs before.

"Got stoned, bored, and remembered it was tuesday. Plus they don't ID here. Why, don't want me here?" She asked playfully, placing her chin on her palm and elbow on the counter.

"No no no that's not why. I mean definitely it's wonderful you're here, you just didn't have to come if you didn't want to. It's not like we're all that."

"Im playing with you Eds. Came to support my metal monarch and hope he plays some Stooges. Nowhere else i'd rather be." She said, punching his shoulder lightly.

Y/n's words made him blush, followed by his endless hopes that she didn't catch onto that.

"Your wish is my command because as a great poet once said, 'i wanna be your dog'." He said in a fancy voice, grabbing his beer and jumping out his seat to make his way back to his band who now looked about ready to begin playing, but not before bringing his hand up to her chin and swiping it with his thumb lightly, an act of admiration he'd grown used to doing.

"Go get em tiger." She cheered before chugging down her beer.

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Eddie was already deep in the waters of adulation even before the sex began but now, a cigarette in between her lips and legs over his hips, what he felt was near worship.

Riding him with a frevity and hunger that Eddie never knew one could have, he felt like he was orbiting saturn, his hands gripping the skin of her hips as he helped (barely) her motions. Leaning her head back and exhaling the smoke, she looked like an angel to the man beneath her. Or more fitting, a fallen angel.

Because nothing of the things she could do and did do to him were anything near holy. The way she made Eddie feel whether if it was with a simple movement of her body, a knead of her hands, or a lewd comment that dripped out of her lips like the sweetest of honeys was anything but sanctified.

"Fuck y/n. I- i can't. To good. Fuck." Eddie muttered, his words falling incoherent.

"Hold on there pretty boy." y/n moaned, bringing her hand down to his shoulder for support. "I'm close too."

A symphony of the most obscene of moans clouded the room, mildly covered by the heavy guitar of Push and Stomp by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts bouncing off the thin walls, the creaking of Eddie's bed loud and just as incriminating as the very sounds that left their lips.

"Fuck, im gonna cum." Eddie groaned, pulling y/n off of him, ropes of white liquid squirting onto his abdominals.

"I can help with that." y/n mumbled, stuffing her cigarette into the ashtray on Eddies nightstand before grabbing her hair out of her face and leaning her face down to his stomach area, boldy licking him clean.

"Shit." Eddie hissed at the sight. His eyes rolled at the entire scene.

When finished, y/n kissed and licked her way up to his neck, then his jaw, then finally, his lips. He groaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to her waist and flipping the two of them over, now him on top.

"You didn't get to finish." He said, barely letting himself finish his own sentence before muffling it in her neck, biting and nipping at her skin. His hands found its way to her core, fingers gently brushing through her wet folds, pulling a sultry moan from her lips. He made his way down to meet his mouth with her pussy, licking and sucking like a man starved.

Between his fingers and his tongue, he pumped in and out of her, watching from below as he body arched and her eyes squeezed closed. He bathed in pleasure when she gripped onto his hair, pulling on it with authority and possession.

He was hers and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.

The last song Eddie couldve ever expected to have brought y/n such joy was the one that had her on the bed besides him sitting on her knees, in nothing but her black lace panties (which had a tiny rip in the lace trim due to a little impatient man with long black hair) and his hellfire shirt, her arms close to her chest as she swayed with the song.

"OH ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU FIND SOMEONE!" y/n sang the lyrics of Heaven by Bryan Adams dramatically, emphasizing the emotion behind the melodic piano and moving instruments.

Eddie laughed at her antics, the haze of the early hour of 3 a.m and the wearing off of the pot they'd smoked earlier made everything so cohesive and the moment so endearing.

"WHO WILL TURN YOUR WORLD AROUND!!" She continued, now theatrically "falling" on top of Eddie, arms still swaying with the music.

Brain fuzzy with laugher, Eddie looked down at her, singing the lyrics to the cheesy song he had no idea was even on her radar, considering it was so out of her character. The dim light of his lamp illuminated her, shadowing her features perfectly.

Once the theatrics were over, instead of rolling off of him, y/n decided to remain on his chest, head tilted up and looking at him and legs intertwined.

He looked down at her, indulging in all her beauty.

"You missed some." He said, his thumb coming to the area right below her eye to wipe off a bit of excess eyeliner that hadn't come off with the makeup wipes, frowning when it didn't come off.

"It's that new waterproof shit i bought. Gotta scrub it off with every bit of strength in me to get it all off." y/n laughed lightly, clearly not showing any sign of her actually getting up to do it.

Eddie reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the packet of makeup wipes shed left on there and grabbed one.

He gently grabbed her face so her chin was on his chest and he sat up slightly against the pillows, y/n closed her eyes and he began wiping around her eyelid and lower lashline, ever so gently and lovingly. Almost like he was scared to hurt her if he got to rough.

As he laid here, he thought to himself about how he could do this every night for the rest of his years. He thought to himself about how he'd finally found a person who got him. Without instruction or persuasion or the need to change, she just got him. From the minute she rode into the oh so boring school of Hawkins High where Eddie felt like he was imprisoned, she graced him with a ground shaking beauty and freed him, gifting him a sense of self and new found enjoyment of his life here in Hawkins. And he wished that when his life here in Hawkins ended, she'd be with him for whatever next life was to come, making a mess of it with smeared eyeliner, smudged nail polish, and lips so dark just the sight of them could make a saint profane.

"thank you." y/n mumbled, eyes still closed as Eddie wiped.

Eddies motions stilled and he stared at her tranquil face. He felt something, something which he had to get out.

"I think i love you." He said quickly and without thinking. A spring of fear blossoming in him. All his worries eased when she let out a soft chuckle, opening her eyes and looking dearly at him.

"i think i love you too, freak."

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Customer: 707 HORSE POWER HELLCAT MOTOR IN DODGE CHALLENGER DMV: 7O7 AREA CODE VALLEJO ETC, OR COULD MEAN 707 HORSE POWER Verdict: DENIED

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turbobuckeye · 1 year

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davidshawnsown · 5 days

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Cuban Army 1st Guards Armored Division (Central Army)

Nicknamed the "Sanguily Rescue Division" - it was created in 1965 as a corps level formation of 3 armored and 2 infantry regiments and later became an armored division. Its oldest unit is the 2600th Armored Brigade - the former 26 July 1st Motorized Infantry Regiment that fought in the Bay of Pigs landing operation of 1961 - and was raised as an armored battalion equipped with Western systems in 1959. It is the armored fist of the Cuban Army today and is stationed as part of the Central Army.

IMU that brigade is restored to its original name as this division - one of a few designated Guards (Division Blindada de la Guardia) for its role in the Cuban supported operations in Africa and Grenada in the Cold War - is by now being reequipped shedding its old equipment for modern systems. For example its armored battalions are now equipped with Russian T-72s and T-62s as well as Chinese Type 15s and Iranian Tosans, as well as the Type 11 assault gun platform in two of the brigades. Infantry battalions are equipped with the BTR-70 and the Type 8 wheeled IFVs, the BMP-2 and VN11 tracked IFVs and the Type 90 APC. The 90th Mechanized Infantry operates both the BTR-70 and Tiuna in its motorized battalion. The historical companies under the depot regiment use majority of the early systems the division uses for historical and parade purposes as well as for educational tools given the division's role in Cuban military history. These include:

M4 Shermans

T17E1 Staghounds

Comets

M18 Hellcats

T-34

SU-100

T-54/55

T-62

BTR-50

BTR-152

BTR-60

BMP-1

BMP-122 SPG

It also has an armored cavalry regiment organized with Venezuelan assistance, which is patterned after the armored brigades and organized similarly but with a purpose of both armored recon and offensive operations in support of armor and infantry elements. Also IMU the placement of such regiments in divisional level by the FARC is to also ensure continuity of traditions of the Cuban "caballeria Mambisa" of the War of Independence and the Spanish American War.

Brigade artillery regiments are equipped with Chinese PLL-01 towed howitzers, the Type 7 SPG and the Fajr-3 MLRS from Iran. The cavalry regiment's artillery group is a mixed of tracked and wheeled self-propelled gun systems. DIVARTY on the other hand alongside all these uses M-46 howitzers, BM-21 Grads, Fajr-5s, CJ-10 and Soumar cruise missiles in the land attack role, and Hwasongpho-11b and Zelzar-3 TBMs.

Divisional air defense is organized into the brigade level regiments armed with Strela-10s and SPAGGs of the ZSU series and the BTR-60 organized into two battalions each and the divisional air defense regiment organized into groups of towed and self-propelled guns and missile systems armed with the following:

ZU-23, PG-99 and S-60 towed air defense guns

ZSU-57-2s, PGL-12 and T-57 Duplex SPAGGS

HQ-6, Strela-10, HQ-17, S-125 Dvina, FK-3 and Bavar-373 SAMs

This division is the only one with brigade level and divisional regiments of air defense in the Cuban Army as the rest of the divisions have air defense groups of battalion size in the brigade level with more assets either in regimental or brigade level under divisional command.

Local systems like the BTR-100 and the David and the Jupiter D-30 mobile wheeled SPG, as well as the Venezuelan Tiuna, are present to give an Latin American look to the division as well as to provide a showcase of the Cuban military industry.

The reason IMU there's a political affairs unit is because of the strong Soviet influence in the Cuban Army and to ensure control by the Communist Party over the armed forces. However, it maintains a more recent creation of a chaplaincy unit to ensure religious care among the mostly Christian service personnel of the division.

The division's CIMIC battalion and SAR elements of the engineer regiment provide aid to civil autorities capability during war and peacetime calamities, joined by elements of the division's Youth Labor Army battalion placed under its combat service support regiment.

IMU this and other divisions are reinforced in wartime by elements of the Territorial Troops, the Civil Defense of Cuba and the National Reserves, which would form a 2nd infantry brigade from elements of these organizations in the division's AOR.

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usafphantom2 · 8 months

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#onthisday in 1942 the first General Motors FM-1 Wildcat flew. The FM-1 Wildcat had a top speed of 318 mph, range of 770 miles with a service ceiling of 39,400 ft.

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General Motors FM Wildcat

With Grumman working on their new carrier fighter the F6F Hellcat but with demand for its predecessor the F4F Wildcat still high, the decision was taken to out-source production of the F4F. This led to a contract being agreed on the 18th April 1942 for 1,800 F4F Wildcats to be produced by General Motors' Eastern Aircraft Division and the aircraft built by General Motors would be known as FM-1. The 1st September 1942 saw the first FM-1 fly although this had been produced from parts which Grumman had already manufactured.

Unsurprisingly the FM-1 Wildcat was the same as the Grumman produced F4Fs with the one change occurring with the aircraft's armament. Whilst Grumman produced aircraft had six 0.50-in machine-guns the FM-1s produced by General Motors only had four, however this was offset by an extra 20% of ammunition.

Development of the Wildcat continued and a pair of Grumman built prototype XF4F-8s would provide the basis for the General Motors FM-2. This new version had its fin and rudder made taller and featured a lighter airframe to help take-off performance. The biggest change was the introduction of the Wright R-1820-56 cyclone engine which featured a turbocharger, indeed later FM-2 production aircraft had a water-injection system.

Serving with the United States Navy a number of General Motors FM Wildcats were provided to the United Kingdom under Lend-Lease. These were originally called Martlets before reverting back to the American name of Wildcat.

With a total of 4,777 aircraft being delivered by August 1945, when production ceased, it meant that over 7,500 Wildcats had been built by Grumman and General Motors Combined.

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pinturasdeguerra-1945-1985 · 1 year

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1948 Bell P-63C Kingcobra - box art Toko

Bell P-63C "Kingcobra" FIGHTER In 1941 the society "Bell" has begun to develop on the basis of the plane "P-39" a new plane for more stronger motor and with improved aerodynamics. This plane version had a little greater overall dimensions and the wing with a laminar profile. Due to the fact that the new motor has not been finished the first prototypes made flights with the motor "Alison" V1710-4 7. The flight tests continued till 1944. In summer 1944 the plane has been denominated "Kingcobra". At the end of the World War II the new planes begin to enter for the armoury of the restored military air forces of France (Armee de l'Air). The first five planes have been adopted to the armament on the 26 of July 1945. A part of mahines has been at once sent to lndo-China to be assembled at place. In Vietnam P- 63C "Kingcobra" had a good reputation. The fighters P-63C of the group "Auvergne", "lie de France", "Normandie-Niemen" and "Limousin" acted as the planes of a direct support in the battles against the army of Viet Minh. "Kingcobra" took part in all the operations without yielding to "Spitfires". The career of P-63 in the french military air forces was shortened by the absence of spare parts. At the end of 1950 "Kingcobra" began to be replaced by "Hellcats" and 1951 by "Bircats". The planes "Kingcobra" were adopted in the fighters groups (GC) 1/5 "Vendee", 11/5 "lie de France", 11/6 "NormandieÂNiemen",111/6 "Russillion", 1/9 "Limousin" an0 11 /9 "Auvergne". "Kingcobra" could carry three bombs of 227 kg under the wing and fuselage.

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sucede-es · 3 months

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Dodge Charger Ghost de Speedkore 1970

La última creación de Speedkore es un Dodge Charger de 1970 llamado "Ghost", pero lo único antiguo en el automóvil son sus líneas clásicas.

Nombrado por su acabado blanco, el Ghost tiene una carrocería completa de fibra de carbono, incluyendo piso y pasarruedas, todo montado sobre un chasis personalizado de Speedkore.

Bajo el capó se encuentra un motor Dodge Hellcat V8 de 6.2 litros ajustado para producir más de 700 caballos de fuerza, impulsando las ruedas traseras a través de un eje de fibra de carbono. El V8 sobrealimentado expulsa los gases a través de un sistema de escape de acero inoxidable hecho a medida. Todas las líneas de combustible y aceite recorren el chasis diseñado por CAD, que es más bajo, más largo y más ancho que el original, y está equipado con amortiguadores Penske para una conducción más ágil. La potencia de frenado proviene de pinzas de freno Brembo en las cuatro ruedas.

En el interior, el habitáculo experimenta una renovación sustancial, con un tablero de fibra de carbono, asientos y tapicería de cuero personalizada de Manda Marie Upholstery.

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replacing my heart with a hellcat motor..... tch.... why not this thing instead... https://www.dcperformance. com/p-hellephant-426-supercharged-crate-hemi-engine-p5160194ac

I’M LISTENING…

#the possibilities are endless when you’re a freak like me #all bets zaroff

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randomvarious · 1 year

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1990s Punk Rock Playlist

Hey, did you ever realize that if you take the phrase, “Massachusetts’ Dropkick Murphys,” you can pull out and rearrange some of the letters in order to form the words, “Mother’s Day”? It’s true, even the goddamn apostrophe too. Go ahead and try it if you don’t believe me. I’ll wait.

Anyway, I’ve got a nice little update this week for a 1990s punk rock playlist that I haven’t touched in a long while, and it includes not just any song from the Dropkick Murphys, but the first song that they ever wrote, “Barroom Hero.” The Dropkicks really were the first band to crack that “Irish drinking songs can be punk songs too” code. Sure, there were The Pogues before them, but The Pogues were more of an Irish folk band who infused their sound with punk, whereas DKM are a punk band who infuse their sound with Irish folk. There’s a distinction with a difference there.

Also, Dropkick Murphys weren’t actually always a Celtic punk band either. Although “Barroom Hero” was the first song that they’d ever come up with, it didn’t appear on their debut release, and that release doesn’t have any of that Celtic punk sound on it that would soon become the band’s very own calling card, eventually leading to anthems like “Tessie” and, of course, “I’m Shipping Up to Boston.”

“Barroom Hero” is included on a 1997 compilation called Give ‘Em the Boot, which was put out by Hellcat Records, a sublabel of punk powerhouse Epitaph that was founded by Tim Armstrong of Rancid. And there appear to be multiple, slightly different versions of this song on Spotify, but the one I put on this playlist has 281.6K plays, whereas the other one is at over 5 million. And it looks like Spotify included that more popular one on their Give ‘Em the Boot entry, while the less popular one is on mine. Weird!

Speaking of weird, another add for the Spotify playlist comes courtesy of a band who was there during Cali punk’s late 70s infancy. It’s The Weirdos from Los Angeles, with “Cyclops Helicopter,” a song that fuses punk with a bounding, galloping theme straight out of some old western TV show from the 60s. It’s a fun and catchy one that appears on Frontier Records’ 1991 label sampler, Burns From the Valley of the Sun, and currently has about 37.6K plays on Spotify.

The Weirdos – “Cyclops Helicopter” Dropkick Murphys – “Barroom Heroes”

Now, those two songs are on the YouTube version of this playlist too, but I also ended up adding a whole bunch of songs to that YouTube version that aren’t on Spotify as well; some real rare and unknown ones, in fact. And a lot of them happen to make for some speedy, catchy, and melodic anthems 🤘.

First is Diesel Boy’s “Lime Green,” which is the song among these new YouTube adds that has the most plays, currently sitting at about 4.2K. There’s a shorter album version of this song that’s at about 34.7K plays, but I think this lesser known one, which comes off of Fearless Records’ great Punk Bites compilation from 1996, is better. And it has a stupid recorded prank call skit at the beginning, too, which the album version doesn’t have. Great, vintage mid-90s Cali punk sound on this one from these Santa Rosa boys.

Next is a song from a very unknown band that hailed all the way from Australia; so unknown, in fact, that I can’t figure out what part of that giant country that they specifically came from. They had an unfortunate name—Epstein—but don’t let that fact ruin the fantastic mid-90s pop-punk vibe they brought forth in 1996 with “Just the Way.” I found this one on a fantastic compilation from pioneering indie/new wave/power pop/punk rock label BOMP! Records called Pop On Top! The Cream of Australia’s Power Pop Crop!, and the song is currently sitting at only 17 plays. Criminally low. Get to know Epstein; the good kind!

Then we have a song with an even lower play count: “Hangover,” by Detroit’s Motor Dolls, an all-woman trio who had the honor of appearing alongside both pioneering punk bands The MC5 and Stooges on a compilation called Motor City’s Burnin’ in 1998. This tune only has 14 plays, and among all the songs I added today, it’s definitely the least poppy and melodic. Frontwoman Paula Messner, whose current gig appears to be performing punk rock for kids’ functions, sings with a sharp and fierce chest voice, à la someone like Zack de la Rocha. Her downhill vocals on each verse of this song are just so electric.

And following that is a song with a play count that’s even lower!: “After All,” by Sacramento’s Smartbomb CA, which only has 13 plays. It’s this sort-of rowdy hybrid of Cali punk and pop-punk, with verses that tend towards this slightly malevolent Pennywise-ish sound and choruses that represent a transitional climb towards a much more sugary and exceedingly catchy bout of melodically anthemic pop. I discovered it on a punk and melodic hardcore compilation called You Don’t Have to Be Tom Jones, Volume Two, which was put out in 1998 by Coolidge Records. Coolidge also released a cool concept compilation that same year called Coolidge 50 that had 50 different bands sing a song about their own home state. Most of it wasn’t very good, but it was mostly punk, and the handful of the ones that I’ve come to love are already included on both the Spotify and YouTube versions of this playlist.

Plus, Smartbomb CA also consists of members of another band called The Tank, who also have songs on that You Don’t Have to Be Tom Jones, Volume Two album. And I’ve got a pair of Tank songs on this playlist too.

And last, but not least, is a song from a band called Cooter, who hail from Orange County, but not the Orange County that you’re probably thinking of—Orange County, New York. And I guess that’s kind of surprising, because their song “Full House,” which appears on another album from Fearless Records called Serial Killer Compilation that was released in 1999, really sounds like some sunshining Cali skate punk-type of stuff. Its play count isn’t as low as some of these others I’ve added, but for something this good and anthemic, 146 still feels pretty damn low.

Diesel Boy – “Lime Green” Epstein – “Just the Way” Motor Dolls – “Hangover” Smartbomb CA – “After All” Cooter – “Full House”

This playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So, here’s where things currently stand with this playlist: The Spotify version is at 47 songs and just a smidge over two hours, whereas the YouTube one is at 55 songs and 2 hours and 25 minutes. I’m always gonna end up suggesting that you listen to the longer one, but you’re also gonna find some really underheard gems with it too this time.

And if anything over two hours of 90s punk rock sounds like too much for you, I’ve got another playlist that consists of tunes that are solely from the year of 1996. It’s at under an hour on both Spotify and YouTube.

1996 Punk Rock: Spotify / YouTube / YouTube Music

Enjoy!

A bunch more to add to this. Stay tuned!

Like what you hear? Follow me on Spotify and YouTube for more cool playlists and uploads!

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combatmotors · 1 year

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Combat Wraith @ the Handbuilt Motorcycle Show

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airmanisr · 2 years

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Grumman Avenger by Willard Womack Via Flickr: Flying over the island of Iwo Jima As most of you know, but some may not, Avengers made by Grumman were TBFs. Those built by General Motors were TBMs. Looking at a picture one cannot tell which is which, as far I know. The majority built were TBMs due to Grumman being busy building the F6F Hellcat. For that reason, I normally label all of them TBMs, or just call them the Avenger.

#TBF #aircraft

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OC asks for Lisaph 1 to 26

(i’m gonna do the first half here and the second half tomorrow after work!!)

1. What are your OC’s nicknames and how did they come about?

Lisaph gets called Red a lot by her coworkers for uh. obvious reasons. her ring name/fighter name is Hellcat!

2. What is the color of your OC’s eyes/skin/hair?

Lisaph has bright orange fur with white points on her muzzle, chest, and all six paws. she has dark, reddish-brown spots and rosettes concentrated mostly on her back and shoulders, and her tail is banded. she has pink eyes!

3. How tall is your OC?

on two legs, Lisaph is nearly 6’8”! she’s got very long limbs and an extended upper body to accommodate the extra forelimbs. she’s kind of like halfway between a weasel and a cheetah.

4. What is a notable physical attribute of your OC?

well, probably her extra arms! species within the subfamily hexelidae have six limbs, with the frontmost and backmost being modulated for locomotion and combat like most carnivorans. their middle limbs (or ‘second arms,) are modulated specifically for fine motor skills, much like human hands, which allows them to create and use technology. though notably, they don’t really make or use weapons all that much since their entire bodies are basically built for killing lol

5. What does your OC normally wear?

Lisaph is a rocker chick. she likes ripped jeans, spiky bracelets, and leather jackets. she usually wears crop tops because finding clothing that accommodates her four arms is almost impossible. if she really wants to impress, a thin-strap little black dress is her go-to. her favorite is a halter top so it doesnt get in the way of her lower arms.

6. What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearance?

Carnivorous.

7. Does your OC have any markings?

She has patterned fur, but other than that she also has a bar piercing on her nosebridge! (Geneph hates it)

8. How does your OC talk/what does their voice sound like?

You know Danny Murillo from Hollywood Undead? she sounds EXACTLY like him. she also talks very quickly most of the time and curses like a sailor.

9. What does your OC’s bedroom look like?

Like the aftermath of a particularly centralized tornado. if she owns it, rest assured it is on the floor or on her bed somewhere.

10. What does your OC keep in a special drawer?

Lisaph is too disorganized to even denote any drawer as special. it’s a complete free-for-all with her.

11-12. What is your OC’s relationship with their mother/father?

see, this is an interesting one, because Lisaph’s species doesn’t really have parents. i mean, biologically they do, but adults play no role in the lives of nymphs. rather, the nymphs live apart from the adults as fully-arboreal small predators, so as not to compete directly with the adults (who target larger prey). nymphs band together into tight friend groups early on that will likely persist for their whole lives. this is a crucial time for them to learn cooperation and coordination with others, skills that they will definitely need as borderline-eusocial adults.

13. How many siblings does your OC have and what is their relationship with them?

Geneph is the closest approximation of a sibling or parent that Lisaph has. there’s a word for their relationship in their native language that sort of translates to ‘mentorship’. it’s when an older individual helps guide a brand-new young adult into group living, like how a high school senior might “adopt” a freshman. what makes Geneph and Lisaph an outlier is that they actually met before Lisaph pupated and integrated into adult society. due to extenuating circumstances (read: extinction event) Lisaph never got the chance to live out her nymph days in the wild or integrate into a clan as an adult. rather, Geneph ran into her while fleeing their homeland. at first, Geneph didn’t want anything to do with her as nymphs are not the responsibility of adults, but Lisaph had lost all her other nymph friends and was in a new and scary place so she latched onto him immediately and never let go. Nowadays, Geneph loves Lisaph fiercely and would easily kill or die for her, and Lisaph affectionately refers to him as her ‘brother’. he doesn’t like this approximation as he feels it’s invalidating to their culture, but in Lisaph’s defense she grew up in the context of secular(?) society and doesn’t know any different. in that regard, though Geneph would go to the ends of the earth for her, he doesn’t really get Lisaph in a lot of ways. Lisaph, for her part, often feels like she’s incapable of being a part of Geneph’s life in a meaningful way because she’s missing crucial cultural context and thus can’t give him what he needs. it’s a frustrating language barrier that Lisaph often blames herself for.

#lisaph is also significantly taller than geneph but thats normal #lisaph’s sex is usually taller and thinner than the males or females of the species #males tend to be heaviest though #oc lisaph #oc geneph

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