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okota Air Base F-4E
497TFS 51CW OSbl 68-0325,
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Hellenic Air Force F-4E 01501
Andravida Air Base, Greece
July 2022
338 Squadron 1952-2022 70th Anniversary special scheme
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Making a Difference Week 3
Truth be told, engaging myself in investing stocks haven't cross my mind yet, however, it is also not impossible for it to occur. Investing in stocks need a thorough evaluation of the risks, having a financial roadmap, an emergency fund and many more, and as a student, I still have a long way to learn before engaging myself in stocks or any form of investment, because rash decisions can lead to irreversible damage to me and my family. I consider myself as someone novice in this field as well, therefore, I don't really know what to tell them, I guess, to thoroughly analyze the risks their about to take in investing their money.
If I were given a chance, I want the people in my community to engage themselves in learning more about investments in stocks or bonds for them to have a better understanding on how they can manage their finances and how they can expand their assets. Honestly, the people in my community have little knowledge about finance and that includes me as well before enrolling myself in coursera. I hope they would also be able to gain the knowledge that I learned in this course.
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you send me swingin'
lucas sinclair x fem!cheerleader reader
warnings/tw: none!
note: i luv lucas <333
watching lucas score the point for his team to win the game was nothing short of magical— you were so proud of him and all of the chants and praise he was receiving. you had the biggest grin on your face as you danced the end of your cheer routine, your heart squeezing at the sight of robin, nancy and steve cheering lucas on too.
lucas was talking to jason as he looked over at you, smiling. making his way towards you, you told your teammates that you were about to leave and that they all did great.
speed walking to lucas with your arms outstretched, you jumped into his arms and gave him a quick peck on the lips. lucas laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist.
"lucas! you did so good, im so proud of you" you put both of of your hands on lucas cheeks and did a kissy face, kissing him again on the lips and giggling. lucas swatted you away and shook his head.
"thanks y/n, you know i shot that for you right? i feel like im on top of the world right now "
lucas started flexing his arms and striking silly poses, wiggling his eyebrows and shooting finger guns. you rolled your eyes with a very unladylike snicker.
"babe you're so stupid its adorable, come on lets go get burgers! im starving."
"alright im hungry too, but let me tell the guys im going with you instead okay? be right back!"
"wai-" lucas kissed you on your cheek and ran towards his teammates, quickly telling them something and giving a small smile and a wave as a goodbye as he started to make his way back towards you again.
"so what was that all about babe?" you raised one eyebrow up and then narrowed your eyes, hands on your hips.
"nothing, y/n. they just wanted me to come with them and hangout after the game ya know?" you nodded your head and walked beside him, grabbing his hand.
"mmm okay, you better not choose them over me. you know my feelings get hurt easily."
"yeah y/n/n i know, geez. you ready to eat?" lucas gripped your hand tight and started to walk outside to the parking lot, spotting robin and steve.
you started to smile as you saw them walk towards you guys, while swinging you and lucas' hand back and forth.
"god job lucas! you did amazing" steve held his hand up for a high five and lucas high fived him at record speed, a cute blush coating his cheeks.
"hi y/n, you did great too" you smiled wide and put your fist out for a fist bump, watching steve bump it back.
"thanks stevie, hey robin you're awfully quiet." robin smirked and held her hand up for lucas to give her a high five, patting him on the back while moving forward to do a handshake you two came up with a while ago.
"performing is tiring, anyways do you two need a ride home?" you looked at robin then at lucas, nodding your head.
lucas spoke up "actually we need a ride to the diner, can you guys drop us off?" you gave robin and steve the best puppy dog eyes you could muster and poked your bottom lip out. they gave in with eye rolls, it worked like a charm every single time.
"thanks yall, i owe you both one!" you exclaimed, giving lucas a kiss and leading lucas to steve's car with your hands still intertwined.
you guys arrived at the diner in 15 minutes, stomachs growling loudly.
walking into the diner into you two's favorite booth, you ordered two burgers, fries and y/f/f (your favorite flavor) milkshake with two straws so you and lucas could share.
sitting down in front of lucas waiting on the waitress to come back with your orders was getting boring, you both were starving.
"im so hungry lucas even your arm looks like a thousand dollar steak right now."
lucas laughed.
"woah y/n dont go eating me now! i need my arms to shoot hoops. among many other things." you rolled your eyes and slumped in your seat a little, throwing a salt packet at his head.
"ow! what was that for?" lucas rubbed the spot the salt packed landed on his face.
"im just sooo bored, im sorry." you weren't sorry, not entirely. your laughs were becoming louder until you spotted the waitress with you guy's food.
"finally!" you exclaimed, bouncing up and down in your seat while clapping your hands with a smile on your face.
"you sure know what to say y/n, thanks ma'am" lucas grabbed a fry and put the milkshake in the middle of the table, taking a sip.
"thank you... lucy!" you read the woman's name tag and looked back up at her with a smile, hoping she would leave soon.
lucy smiled, turning around on her heel and going back to wherever she was in the first place.
"so, how are you feeling right now babe?" you grabbed your burger and took a bite out of it, grabbing a napkin to wipe your hands and mouth.
"like im on cloud nine. did you hear the crowd and how happy people were? god, i would do anything to relive that y/n." you smiled at lucas and grabbed his hand from across the table.
"you were fucking on fire on that court lucas, this was honestly just the beginning. you're gonna win for hawkins way more in the future." your thumb started to rub circles on lucas hand.
"thank you y/n. that means a lot to me. im so glad you were there to watch me. you're the best." you gave a soft "awww" while lucas grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.
"i love you, you know that?" you asked while lucas bit another bite out of his burger. you laughed.
"and i love you more. do you wanna share the milkshake or wait a while?" you grabbed your straw and stirred up the milkshake a little bit.
"let's save the milkshake and then take the food to go. im getting tired. do you wanna come to my house and watch movies babe?"
"you know it, let me call steve and see if he can come pick us up okay?" you nodded as lucas went to the payphone and began to dial steve's number.
"yeah okay, waiter! can we get to go boxes and a cup to go please?"
the waitress came over to you and put two white styrofoam containers on your table. you put you and lucas's food in both containers and your milkshake in the cup while grabbing two straws.
"y/n, steve said he's on his way!". lucas began walking towards you, grabbing both containers and kissing you on the cheek.
"today was amazing. you'll always be my number one star baby." lucas smiled at your words and wrapped his free arm around your shoulder.
"always."
#lucas sinclair x reader#lucas sinclair#stranger things x reader#pushing the bi lucas sinclair agenda#stranger things x cheerleader!reader#viral#stranger things fanfic#robin buckley#steve harrington#f4e writes#request anything im begging#lucas sinclair my beloved#reqs open#stranger things#v#vintage
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the leafless forest
#funny thing is the server/realm is called leaf's realm#but theres no leaves#leaf's posts#minecraft#mineblr#and my name#*leaf*f4e#but i de-leafed it#minecraft screenshots
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Miracle in the Sky
Here’s a notable story about an F-4E Phantom which tangled with a North Vietnamese MIG-21 during a mission in the skies over North Vietnam. It was truly a miracle!
By David Craighead (Clive 04)Aircrew: 1Lt Wesley Zimmerman, Aircraft Commander1Lt David “Bubba” Craighead, Weapons Systems OperatorAircraft: F-4E, tail # 70-321Unit: 4thTFS, 366TFW, Takhli, RTAFB, ThailandFlight Location: Pack 6,…
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Most Valuable Things
@Financemooc
Motivation: What motivated the decision that led to you owning your most valuable thing? Being able to work online from home motivated purchasing a computer.
Money flow: What markets are at play in your life? Stock index futures markets are at play in my work life. How might this compare to the markets that are at play in the lives of the individuals whose possession(s) were captured in the photos shown in the article? Some of those individuals do not have robust and fast internet connections, so doing what I do to trade stock index futures would be very hard for them to reliably accomplish for technological reasons of limited access.
Repercussions: Thinking ahead to content that will be expanded upon in Week 3, can you identify any repercussions of the financial decisions that allowed you to purchase your most valuable thing? Saving money and working at jobs that pay enough to afford expensive computers is a way to use money to earn more money.
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new pfp alert weewooweewooweewoo
vayel (dead guy) belongs to @er0s-1s-whump1ng / @4sh-th3-f4e!!
How To Kill An Immortal taglist: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast!!
#whump art#tw blood#whump oc#oc whump#whump#whumpee#How To Kill An Immortal#rayan hyacinth#vayel veto
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Turan erler var olsun! 🇹🇷🇹🇷🇹🇷
Baba F4E, Tesor Sonda Roketi, Akıncı, Kızılelma, Sikorksy UH-60 Black Hawk silahlı S-70İ, F-16 Fighting Falcon, Siha, Anka.
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F-4E
497TFS 51CW OSbl 68-0330、
Sliver Stream 1983。
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Making a difference in week 2
Negative interest rate is a desperate measure to strengthen or boost the economy as well as to prevent the country from sliding into deflation where prices fall which can cause an economic contraction that is undoubtedly a bad thing for the country and its citizens. Which is why there are investors willing to invest even in negative bonds, because it can be their salvation in the long run. It is a safe haven investment. In times of economic uncertainty, investors choose the outcome where they'll lose less than the possibility of a double-digit percentage loss in equity markets.
I do feel the change in how I perceive finances now, it is also true that I gained knowledge in the course that I am currently taking in coursera, however, I feel like the understanding that I currently have still is not enough which is why I still think I have a long way to go before I can confidently engage in a conversation regarding financial markets. Though, if I were to be put in an unprecedented event where discussing financial market is unavoidable, I believe, I am able to catch up with the discussion. Currently, I have not yet begun to asses or think of the my future engagement in financial market, but I do anticipate for it in the near future.
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@str4wberry-f4e
i saw this while shopping and was like “ berry :0”
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let me in (to your heart)
chrissy cunningham x fem!reader
first period english was nowhere you wanted to be at the moment, and you made that clear by sleeping through it. ms. reed glanced at your sleeping form and didn't even care, continuing on with her robotic and boring lecture as the clock slowly ticked above the whiteboard.
waking up with a start and slobber all over the side of your face and a tiny headache god knows how long later, you glanced around the once crowded classroom and realized first period was finally over. you cleaned yourself up and grabbed your backpack, getting out of your seat to walk out of the door when ms. reed gave you a tired look, wishing you a good rest of your day. you were starting to regret sleeping through her class now, but you can't turn back the time unfortunately.
second period was next, then third and lunch. you were grabbing your books for your next class when you saw chrissy cunningham looking a mess walking down the hall. you and chrissy cunningham were never close per se, but you did have a soft spot for the pretty girl. she was always nice to you when the shitty popular girls picked on you and she always shared her lunch with you. all of that stopped when she started dating jason carver, number one dickhead of hawkins high and all around candy ass. you didn't hate his guts because he was dating chrissy, your angel. no, you hated him because of his status and who he was. you forced yourself to believe that, anyways.
deciding to follow chrissy, you tried to make yourself as discreet as possible. chrissy lead you to the bathroom, and you decided to stop and wait a minute before entering. in doing so, you saw freshman max mayfield walking pass giving you a puzzled look as you smiled at her and waved; her waving back and ducking her head to hide the blush on her cheeks. you giggled. you were fond of that kid ever since you quite literally bumped into her at the mall a year ago. you still felt sorry for her and her family to this day. that poor girl.
stepping out of la la land, you decide to finally grow balls and walk into the bathroom pretending to fix yourself up in the mirror. you actually start to flatten out your shirt and fix your hair when you hear whimpering and a scream come from one of the stalls. you run to which stall you see legs under and tap two knuckles fast and dramatically on the stall, yelling out an "hey! hey are you okay?!? please open up the stall!". you were frightened but you just hoped and prayed that chrissy would let you try and help her.
"leave me alone! go AWAY!" chrissy yelled while tears freely flowed down her cheeks, sweat pooling on her hair and face.
"no chrissy! im not fucking leaving you in here alone. please let me help, if you come out we can talk about whatever is going on! please, its me." your voice cracked at the end of your plea and you choked on a sob, leaning back against the sink with your fist in your mouth, trying to silence your sobs that you knew were about to come.
chrissy was holding her head between her hands and rocking back and forth, sobbing loudly as she kept whimpering about "clock" and "mom". you couldn't bear to listen to her sobs, you pushed yourself off of the sink and went to sit on the other side of her stall as you attempted to try and calm her down.
sniffling, you put a sad smile on your face and wiped away some of your tears.
"hey chrissy, do you remember when we were freshman and i fell flat on my face and everybody laughed? you were the only one who didn't laugh and helped me to the nurse's office. you're so kind and selfless chrissy. you don't deserve what... whatever you're going through! i want to help you. please, let me in. come out of the stall and we can figure this out together okay?" you asked with a slight blush on your cheeks as the embarrassing memory flooded through your mind. class was probably about to end but you could care less, it could wait.
you heard a sniffle and sneakers squeak on the dirty school's bathroom floor.
"y/n? im about to come out. i.. i dont want to be alone. the voices, god the voices! they're so cruel. and im seeing things, awful evil things. and- and i get headaches and nosebleeds. i just want it to end, im so tired." chrissy opened the door to her stall and looked at you with a pout on her face, lip trembling. she was about to burst into tears and you did the first thing that came to your head, you got up and hugged her. you hugged her so tight, god you hugged her like she was going to fade away. you stifled a sob into her shoulder.
rubbing her hair softly, you pulled her impossibly closer to you. letting her cry in your shoulder.
"chrissy, i may not understand what you're going through but i want to try to help as much as i can. if i could take it all away from you and make everything go back to normal i would. but i cant, so you're going to have to let me help you, okay? you're going to get through this. I'll be with you every step of the way, i promise you that." you stopped rubbing her hair and pulled back a little, planting a soft kiss on her warm cheek. chrissy wipes her tear stained face and smiles, giggling a little bit.
"and i believe you y/n. im so sorry i've been avoiding you for so long. we really haven't spoken since freshmen year huh? i've missed you." you smile and grab her dainty hand.
"its okay chrissy, i know you're the queen of hawkins high or whatever. i've been to every one of your cheer performances though. you do amazing everytime. jason's lucky. and i've missed you more."
chrissy winces when you say jason's name, causing you to raise your eyebrow in concern. did that bastard make her feel like this?
"you come to all of my cheer performances! y/n that's so sweet." you laugh at this and give her a quick nod, starting to rub her knuckles in soothing circles.
chrissy begins to speak again,
"also, me and jason broke up a few days ago. it was just... he wanted me to be somebody i wasn't. and i was tired of being his barbie doll. thank god, ya know? i can breathe again."
you lit up at this, hoping that you had a chance to get with her. it was a 1% chance because as far as you knew chrissy was as straight as a ruler. who says trying couldn't hurt?
you barely knew how to respond to that, you had to pretend like you weren't jumping over the fucking moon that they weren't together anymore.
"oh thats great chrissy! i never liked him anyways." you wince at this, expecting chrissy to get mad at you but instead you heard a beautiful sound. she laughed.
"im starting to realizing I didn't like him much either y/n." you grin at the use of your name, flowing out of her mouth so smoothly, so perfect.
"mm."
chrissy gave you a curious look.
"so"... you looked around the bathroom playing coy.
"oh just kiss me already!"
and you did.
#chrissy stranger things#chrissy cunningham x reader#lgbtq#f4e writes#grace van dien#reqs open#chrissy wake up#stranger things#stranger things x reader#jason carver#maxine mayfield#stranger things season 4#chrissy x reader#chrissy cunningham deserved better#wlw#reader is so real#the fruity four#im pushing the chrissy cunningham bisexual agenda#aesthetic#school daze#the duffer brothers
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