#pre-war

[ovletoak]

#my art #tfp #optiratch #orion pax #ratchet #pre-war

[carbone14]

Pilotes soviétiques devant un chasseur Polikarpov I-16 – 1930s-1940s

#WWII #avant-guerre #pre-war #armée de l'air soviétique #soviet air force #aviation militaire #military aviation #chasseur #avion de chasse #fighter #polikarpov I-16 #I-16 #polikarpov #1930's #1940's

[thefalloutwiki]

October 23, 2077: 3:37 AM

On October 23, 2077 at 3:37 AM, the United States Air Force detected a squadron of aircraft above the Bering Strait, noting that they could possibly be of Chinese origin.

#fallout wiki #independent fallout wiki #fallout #fallout series #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #fallout 76 #usaf #air force #great war #fallout war #pre-war #pre war

[medicdoodles]

Companion piece to this Optiratch fic.

Happy Birthday to me. I wrote a cheesy fanfic where Orion and Ratchet film a porno on Ao3.

#transformers prime #ratchet #tfp ratchet #tfp orion pax #orion pax #orion pax x ratchet #optiratch #maccadam #valveplug #pre-war #fanfic

[broadcastarchive-umd]

Radio manufactured by the Manchuria Telegraph and Telephone Corporation, circa 1935-39. The dial depicts Manchuria, the Korean Peninsula, and Japan.

Originally posted April 11, 2014.

#radio #tube radio #1930s #pre-war

[elvishdemigod]

So there was a terminal in one of the Fallout games (Can't recall which, I think it may have been cut content as well) talking about signs of the New Plague and saying there were certain political signs of the disease, and it's implied that homosexuality was a sign of it. So homophobic propaganda.

May be just an oversight from Bethesda, but I like to think that the town of Sanctuary, where you do see a most likely sapphic couple as your next-door neighbors as you leave for the vault, had a sort of sales pitch of welcoming everyone. Being that Nate is hinted to have played an important role of whatever war he fought in (presumably the Sino American war), he might have maybe had a bit of authority and supported the the queer couple's right to just live peacefully in the neighborhood.

#might not be true #but it's my little headcanon #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #lgbt #headcanon #pre-war #elfdemiposts

[vikkicomics]

Tanzania enroute to Japan, 1907. I now have two illustrations of Vincent Odinkirk in East Africa. :3

White is colonial parade dress, Kahki is colonial walking out dress (both German). These are pieces of concept art for Moth, the script has clear anti-colonial themes.

#ottoway spin-off #moth #historical fiction #pre-war #early edwardian period #colonial uniforms #german military history #east africa #tanzania #art

[iceey07]

Dear transformers fans

Uhhh anyone interested in reading my fanfic?

Its so embarassing ik but I am working hard on it and I want to know if you guys would be willing to read it. Ik one person ik irl is but I wanted to know if you guys would read it.

Its basically a ver if I got to make my own transformers series. Its in first pov of Orion pax

It involves Jazz and Ricochet for all my Jazz fans out there (I change ALOT compared to the other notes I posted)

I RLY HOPE YOU GUYS WOULD BE WILLING TO READ IT!!!

#transformers #tfp orion pax #tf jazz #tf ricochet #tf megatron #cybertron #pre-war #fanfiction #tf prowl #tf mirage #tf soundwave #a lot of the tags I put in here are the characters I put in so far #pls give me a chance

[midnightblue66]

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #pre-serum steve rogers #pre-war #christmas #sketch #heights arent consistent and i dont care

[papyrus126]

Skyfire: Almost done, my star?

Starscream: Almost. Just give me a few more kliks…

#Transformers #tf g1 #Starscream #Skyfire #StarFire #maccadam #Sorta rushed through #Pretty sure I missed some details #pre-war #Science bois

[polizwrites]

Casting Bread Upon the Waters

Steve comes home after visiting his mother’s grave to find Bucky has gone out of his way to warm Steve’s heart. 

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Rating: General Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Tags: Pre-War, food as a love language,  getting together, Steve POV Word Count: 455

This is a fill for my  @stuckybingo  I1 - 1930’s  bingo square as well as the November challenge of Cooking/Baking.  It also fills  @comfortember‘s  Day 3 - Warm Food prompt.

The last thing Steve had expected to smell when he walked into their apartment was caraway farl. In fact, considering what day it was, he thought it was just his imagination. After work, he’d gone out to the cemetery to lay a few flowers on his mother’s grave and had spent the walk home with memories of her filling his mind.

“Hey, Steve,” Bucky poked his head through the doorway between their living area and the tiny kitchen. “Good timing - dinner’s almost ready.”

Steve took off his jacket – he’d gotten caught in a cloudburst a few blocks from home – and carefully draped it over a chair that he sat in front of the radiator before joining his best friend in the kitchen. Sure enough, there were four wedges of soda bread in the iron skillet, right next to a bubbling pot of cabbage stew.

“I asked my ma if she knew how to make them like your ma did,” Bucky said quietly, handing Steve a towel to dry his hair. “I hope they came out okay.”

“If they’re a little chewy in the center, then you’ve done it right.” Steve struggled to keep his voice even,  wiping away a tear with a corner of the towel. He hadn’t expected Bucky to remember that it was the one year anniversary of his mother passing, much less to try to make one of her favorite recipes. “Thanks, Buck.”

“You’re welcome,” Bucky bumped shoulders with him companionably. “The rest of the buttermilk is in the icebox, along with some bologna. I figure if we have any bread left over, we can make sandwiches to take for lunch.”

“Good idea.” Steve appreciated how smoothly Bucky had moved the conversation on to something mundane. “That or fry it up with some bacon grease and an egg or two. Maybe try that next time?”

“Sure thing, pal.” Bucky grinned, then nudged Steve towards the shelf where they kept their dishes. “How about you set the table while I’m slaving over the hot stove?”

As Steve got their mismatched bowls and spoons out, Bucky cleared his throat. “You know, my ma said caraway seeds were good for keeping the things you care about safe.”

Steve glanced up to see a soft, hopeful expression on Bucky’s face. And suddenly, everything was changing between them in a way that Steve had only dreamed about. “So did mine,” he replied, taking a cautious step forward. “She also said if you chewed a few of them before kissing someone, they’d fall in love with you.”

“There’s half a packet left,” Bucky murmured, holding out a hand. “Think it’s worth trying out?”

Steve took Bucky’s hand and let himself be pulled closer. “Yeah. I think it is.”

#writing stuff #fanficlet #stucky bingo round 4 #comfortember22 #Stucky #pre-war #Shameless Self Promo

[kalee60]

Coming soon!

(If the inspiration goddess visits me...)

So this pre-war 'show me how' fic has been living half rent-free and half in a word doc for literal years now... I am making myself accountable by putting this out into the world... And by accountable, I'm hoping to get some inspiration or have you guys call me out and tell me to finish it (currently it's 6.5k long and that's literally just the beginning of the 'scene' 🙈)

So here is a little snippet of our clueless boys, who of course are just 'practising' waiting for the right person to come along...

Bucky took a step towards Steve and stopped, then shook his head as if talking to himself, and before Steve could ask where his thoughts were, a familiar lopsided grin that had many a dame swooning took over. Aimed directly at Steve with intent, the effect was devastating.

“Take off your shirt and pants, and kneel on the bed between my legs when you’re done.”

With those tantalising words echoing through his mind, Steve watched slack jawed as Bucky climbed onto his bed, face down, the pillow positioned under his hips so his ass rose up on an angle.

“Fuck…”

“What was that?” Bucky asked, slightly muffled as he repositioned himself.

“Uh, just, you, nothing,” Steve stumbled over his words and bit down on his tongue to halt all speech. Instead he stared.

“Forgot how to undress yourself, have you?” Bucky sassed.

Steve startled, realising that he was still standing near the door, unmoving like a stunned fish, and red-faced shot back, “I was just waiting for the jack-ass to finish preening before I did.”

The chuckle Bucky gave went straight to Steve’s dick and he wasn’t sure he could do whatever it was they were about to. He would shoot off in seconds. But Steve had always been stubborn, his common sense disappearing with his need to see through every challenge he’d thrown down, no matter how reckless. And seeing Bucky draped over his bed in only underwear, legs wide enough for someone to slip in behind him, his body on display, waiting - Steve suddenly understood what the word reckless actually meant.

Then it dawned on Steve as he slid his too big pants off his scrawny legs.

Bucky was waiting for him.

#mywriting #stucky #snippet #steve x bucky #pre-war #show me how #not yet finished - but soon! #come on writing muse - we've got this!!

[carbone14]

Parachutistes soviétiques sautant depuis un bombardier lourd Tupolev TB-3 - 1930′s

#Avant-guerre #Pre-war #Armée soviétique #Soviet army #Armée rouge #Red Army #Parachutistes #Paratroopers #Aviation militaire #Military aviation #Bombardier #Bomber #Bombardier lourd #Heavy Bomber #Tupolev TB-3 #TB-3 #1930's

[thefalloutwiki]

Pictured: A pre-release screenshot of a person in winterized combat armor looking across a body of water and into the blue sky in Operation Anchorage.

You can also read more about Operation Anchorage here.

#fallout #fallout 3 #operation anchorage #alaska #anchorage #pre-war #us army #winterized combat armor #fallout wiki

[sassenashsworld]

The beginning

I think this title said everything

Inspired by @maccreadysbaby

“What the hell are you doing?”

She put a muddy pout. In reality, she didn’t know it herself, and in reality, she was scared to death.

In fact, she should have been a thousand miles away, or at least a few miles away at her father’s funeral, supporting her mother.

But after months, what now two years, to see him gradually disappear behind episodes of dementias at the same speed as family money in ultimate attempts to have a quack finally become a real doctor with a real miracle cure, she was the one who got lost, literally and figuratively.

In reality, not so lost.

She went to college, not far away, and she knew the neighborhood for what it was: the perfect place to find drugs.

She wasn’t used to this kind of solution, but at that very moment, she needed it. She needed it to forget the pain of her grief, the grief of her father and her future, and also to forget her cowardice.

Her cowardice.

Never of her nineteen years of existence could she be called coward. On the opposite she was always on the verge of recklessness. All right, she was bathing in temerity as any would bathe in the Charles (but some say it’s not recommended because it’s too polluted, they should tell the students during the initiations).

She was a coward. She abandoned her mother and sister at her father’s funeral. When the priest had closed the coffin so it could be transported to the crematorium, she had felt her nerves letting go while the dry sound of wood against wood had resounded in the now empty room.

And instead of supporting her mother, bringing her home, she turned and ran. She had run so fast that she had found herself outside before her mother’s anguished voice reached her, then had run so fast that she had not really understood she had reached Boston in the middle of the night, Then she had continued to run so fast that her steps had brought her to this ill-known neighborhood where the most delinquent of the university came to get their fix.

She had already accompanied a friend; she knew the name of the bar which could provide her with what she needed. So, she went there.

A shoot. What shoot? Marihuana? Acid? Coke? What could allow her to completely numb her brain to stop seeing the ebony lid close again and again on her father?

What could kill her in turn?

The guy at the bar had assured her that with the four little pills she had just paid for with her last cash, she would take off to a world where the most powerful of planes would envy her.

She had gone into the least crowded alley she could find, blithely scented with urine, and had slipped behind a dumpster.

There, the smell was even more poignant.

But then again, a scumbag like her didn’t really deserve better.

She had looked at the tablet for a moment in the palm of her hand when the dumpster was suddenly addressed to her.

Startling violently, she looked down on her hand. The pill was no longer there. She had to take it, it explained the dumpster talking to her.

She searched her pocket to get out the bag containing the others.

“Will you answer me, yes?”

“P-p-pardon?”

“What are you doing?”

“I-I-I try to g-g-get high. Doesn’t it look like it?”

A plastic bag noise and the resonance of the metal informed her it was not a dumpster talking to her but someone who had leaned over her from the inside. She was somewhat reassured. The figure leaned towards her deeply in the darkness and showed her something between his fingers. It was her pill. Damn!

“EH! It was to me” she protested with anger.

“Are you suicidal?”

“M-m-mayby, what’s that crazy?”

“You’re too rich to be suicidal.”

She looked down on her black silk dress with shame. Yeah, with her sparkly jewelry, her classic dress and her shiny heels, she must have looked pretty in that alley.

The creature who seemed to vomit the same smell as the alley from which she had sprung seized her chin with the other hand to raise her face in the dim light of a naked light bulb against a building on the other side of the aisle. A look a little too intelligent detailed her.

“You cry.”

“I cry all the time.”

“Don’t worry, come a time when you will have bawled enough that you will never bawl at all. I mean, I don’t think you’re gonna make it if you swallow a piece of Frank shit.”

She finally had the sense to back down.

“Who are you first?”

“Your guardian angel seems to me. If you really want dope, you don’t show up without knowing to whom with a demeanor of how rich you are. They give abraxo painted to the pussies like you and the next hand, we find them on the news. Not in the good new section, do you understand?"

She closes her hand on the rest of the bag waiting in her pocket and take it out, feeling betrayed. Unless this guy tries to play it backwards.

“Like, you convince me, I throw the thing away and you pick it up for free, nice con.”

“You want dope, I’ll give you some. I just don’t want a little fairy like you to get into the other world too fast.”

“Fairy?”

He picks up one of her locks. She growls, ready to bite.

"Yeah. A little fairy with money. You’re too beautiful, it would be silly if you died too fast."

She sniffs out of spite.

“What’s the point of living, I couldn’t do anything good.”

"Stop! Pff, what are you, eighteen?"

“Nineteen” she answers on the defensive.

“Shouldn’t have let you in the bar. But, hey, a place like that, no wonder.”

He sits beside her on the asphalt and now she can see it better, she finds that under the beard of several days and the dirt, the man is not so old either, probably still pretty.

“What are you doing here?”

“I save the fairies who apparently got it wrong.”

He shrugs his shoulders and searches the inside pocket of his decrepit jacket for a pack of cigarettes that he must have been found under the wheels of a car. Still, when he lights up, the smell tempts her.

“Can I have one?”

“If you promise me you’ll take your shit to the toilet. We don’t want another fool falling down accidentally.”

“I promise you.”

He gives her the first pill she puts back in the bag then he hands her a cigarette a little twisted but whole. She lights up feverishly with the lighter he finally gives her but when she chokes the first puff, he bursts out laughing.

“You’re really not from here. Even the way you talk doesn’t work.”

“What’s wrong with the way I talk?”

“You have a nice accent. You’re not a pimp. What are you doing around here?”

“I’m trying to get high.”

“We can see it. A little too much. Naive.”

He seems to think while taking a big puff he spits out slowly.

“Why?”

She tries tobacco more successfully, taking the time to think. What’s the point of lying to this stranger. He’s already proven himself in her mind.

“Law student. Good family. Protective father.”

“Do you feel stifled?”

“My father died Friday. I just got back from his funeral. I let go of my mother and sister. For all I know, we’re ruined. I can never finish law school. With my debts, I’m going to end up on the street. I might as well make myself comfortable.”

He remains silent for a while, then turns to her.

“Yeah, for a lot of us, it starts like that. But I think for you there is hope. The law, not easy. You must have some in your head. Why don’t you ask the state?”

“Charity?”

“The service. With all their conflict shits, they’re asking for it. I thought maybe you could take a walk, see. Winter is coming and I didn’t taste pass through it on the park benches. You must accompany me.”

She details it better this time. The man wears clothes that must have been better days years ago, but he’s not very old. He even seems to be in pretty good shape. A good shower and a razor could indeed make him an adequate soldier. What about her? Does the military need lawyers? What would she lose by trying? At this point—

“You’re the one with it in your head.”

“Deal?”

He hands her a filthy hand, but since she’s been hanging out at the bottom of an alley for over an hour, she’s not fickle.

“By the way, I’m Jonathan. You?”

“Nora.”

“Nice to meet you, Nora. Do you have a place to stay tonight?”

“I should go home.”

“Where do you live?”

“Cambridge.”

"Damn."

“Come with me. I have a shower. And I can try to convince my mother to lend you clothes of my father. It will make a better impression for your registration tomorrow.”

“Damn it. You’re fearless.”

“It’s more like… I’m naive?”

#nora #nate #fallout 4 #pre-war #nora is silver #fanfiction #sassenash writing

[dorksidefiker]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jetfire | Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers) Characters: Jetfire | Skyfire (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Thundercracker (Transformers) Additional Tags: Fake Marriage, Pre-War, SkyStar Secret Santa 2022, Pining, Mutual Pining, they're just idiots your honor Summary:

It boils down to the desperate need for a washrack not shared between six mechs. Then it becomes so much more.

#maccadam #skystar secret santa 2022 #skystar #skyfire #starscream #pre-war