kozacy:

In the heat of battle, photographer Horace Bristol captured one of the most unique and erotic photos of WWII.

Bristol photographed a young crewman of a US Navy “Dumbo” PBY rescue mission, manning his gun after having stripped naked and jumped into the water of Rabaul Harbor to rescue a badly burned Marine pilot. The Marine was shot down while bombing the Japanese-held fortress of Rabaul.

“…we got a call to pick up an airman who was down in the Bay. The Japanese were shooting at him from the island, and when they saw us they started shooting at us. The man who was shot down was temporarily blinded, so one of our crew stripped off his clothes and jumped in to bring him aboard. He couldn’t have swum very well wearing his boots and clothes. As soon as we could, we took off. We weren’t waiting around for anybody to put on formal clothes. We were being shot at and wanted to get the hell out of there. The naked man got back into his position at his gun in the blister of the plane.”

“And well, there was his butt, and I had a camera. I mean I AM a historian.”

sarvyle:

tonysvaindick:

A sketch, don’t look at me

pegahdoganx3:

pbgoat:

bayek–of–siwa:

Kassandra is just going around Ancient Greece seducing women and having dudes pay her to sleep with their wives.

Game of the year

Anytime – nanasekei – Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

elcorhamletlive:

fandom: MCU (Post-Avengers)
ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
tags: Fluff and Smut/Handjob/Laughing during sex

It’s very simple.

Tony may not be the tactical mastermind of their team, but, hell, he is a genius, so he knows some strategical thinking, thank you very much. And contrary to popular opinion, Tony knows what he wants, and, mostly – at least on an intellectual level – he has at least an idea on how to get it.

Tony wanted Steve Rogers from the first time he saw him.

Well, technically, not really, he supposes – the first time he saw Steve Rogers, he had been maybe five years old, and he had no idea what the concept of wanting someone even was. He saw Captain America, thought he was awesome, and wanted to be his friend. Then, as he grew older, he hated Captain America, thought he was the worst thing that ever happened to his life, and wanted to beg his father to stop searching for him.

Then, as an adult, he laid his eyes on Steve Rogers on a S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier and wanted him.

It would have been easy to blame it all on some weird Freudian-esque way to get back at his father, but Tony knows that’d be bullshit. He was always aware that Captain America was hot – who wasn’t – but, personally, the clichéd, Ken-doll look didn’t appeal much to him. It just wasn’t his thing.

So it was kind of a surprise when, while Tony’s brain was deciding that he hated Steve Rogers’ guts, Little Tony was happily informing him how much he liked Steve Rogers’ everything, from his pink lips to his steel gaze to the way his hands rested on his belt.

So while Tony’s mind was going, “fuck this guy”, Tony’s dick was going, “fuck this guy”, and, well. It was a lost battle from the start.

Which leads him to where he is now, opening the door to his bedroom, pushing Steve inside without stopping kissing him for a second. Tony wishes he cared a little more about how this is going to affect the team and their fragile tentative truce-turned-pseudo-friendship, but right now, feeling Steve’s hot, soft mouth against his, he doesn’t give a single fuck.

Like he said: Very, very simple.

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