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Rare brocaded satin pregnancy robe, 1790s, 

Pale green silk sprigged overall with ivory and peach trefoils tied with tassels, comprising: petticoat with waist ties and two matching bodices, one high fashion (for early pregnancy) in ‘pierrot’ style cut low and tight with closed front, faux waistcoat panels, short tails to the back lined in striped silk, narrow curved sleeves; the other in open-robe form with inner boned closed front panels and loose deshabillé-like outer panels, the neckline outlined in cartridge pleats, with three ribbon drawstrings to allow for expansion, lined in patches of tartan and striped silk; together with a fine white lawn fichu with whitework embroidered edges 

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Airworthy P-38 Lightnings, 2017

A short guide to the survivors, and how to quickly identify them.

Unnamed, 44-53254, Aircraft Guaranty Title Corp. Trustee

Unpainted fuselage, olive drab inner cowlings, red-and-white painted rudders, Red Bull nose art.  This aircraft was formerly owned by the CAF and flown as White Lightning until it was sold after a forced landing.  She is operated out of Salzburg, Austria, by the Red Bull company.

Glacier Girl, 41-7630, Lewis Air Legends

Olive drab fuselage and wings, pre-war national insignia, yellow identification markings.  This aircraft was crashed in Greenland in 1942 on the way to England, and eventually recovered after over a decade of hunting for the “Lost Squadron.”  She is based out of San Antonio, Texas.

White 33, 42-12652, WestPac Restorations

Dark green fuselage, blue propeller spinners, “33″ numbers on vertical fins and nose, white shark-tooth markings on engine nacelles.  This aircraft served in New Guinea and Australia with the 475th and 8th Fighter Groups before crashing in 1944 and being written off.  She is currently based out of Colorado Springs, Colorado.

23 Skidoo, 44-23314, Planes of Fame

Olive drab fuselage, yellow detailing on propeller spinners, vertical fins, and tail booms, “162″ aircraft number on fins and nose.  This aircraft entered civilian hands shortly after the end of WWII and has been flown by the Planes of Fame since 1988 in various colors.  She is based out of Chino, California.

44-26981, Allied Fighters

Unpainted fuselage, invasion stripes under the outer wing panels and tail booms, red propeller spinners, aircraft number 981 on the nose.  This aircraft entered civilian hands in 1946, and has changed hands dozens of times since.  She is based out of Sun Valley, Idaho.

Relampago, 44-27053, War Eagles Air Museum

Glossy black fuselage, silver propeller blades.  This aircraft was used as an aerial surveyor after the end of WWII, before being purchased by the museum in 1994.  She is based out of Santa Teresa, New Mexico.

Tangerine, 44-27083, Erickson Aircraft Collection

Olive drab upper fuselage, light grey lower fuselage, yellow detailing on propeller spinners and vertical fins, extensive nose art on both sides of the nose.  This aircraft was sold into civilian hands in 1946 and restored to airworthiness in 1996.  She is based out of Madras, Oregon.

44-27183, Yanks Air Museum

Unpainted except for national insignia, original F-5 camera nose fitted instead of a fighter nose.  This aircraft is airworthy although not flown by the museum.  She is based out of Chino, California.

Scat III, 44-27231, Fagen Fighters WWII Museum

Dark green fuselage, “W” code on inside of vertical fins, “SCAT III” nose art, red rudders.  This aircraft flew as a racer post-war, before being restored in 1999.  She is based out of Granite Falls, Minnesota.

Thoughts of Midnite, 44-53095, Comanche Fighters LCC

Olive drab fuselage, red band on propeller spinners, red band on tail booms, aircraft number “120″ on fins and nose, nose art of port side.  This aircraft served with the Honduran Air Force postwar, before being returned to the US in 1960; she flew formerly as Putt Putt Maru.  She is based out of Houston, Texas.

P-38 airframes are exceedingly rare today, although there are several under restoration for either display or airworthiness.  Hopefully more of these rare fighters will return to the air again soon.

The North American XB-70 Valkyrie flying with the outer wing panels folded downwards to capture and “ride” on the compression generated by its own shock waves (compression lift).

With a planned cruise speed of Mach 3 and operating altitude of 70,000 feet, the XB-70 was to be the ultimate high-altitude, high-speed manned strategic bomber B-70.

Defunct German Car Brands: Trabant

Trabant was an East German car brand deeply rooted in the pre-war car industry of Saxony.

Before world war II, Saxony was one of the centers of the German car industry, featuring brands such as Wanderer, DKW, Horch, and Audi, which together formed the Auto Union. After the war, the production facilities were in ruins, and what was left was seized by the Russians. The carmakers had a difficult start, which was not eased by the fact that they were immediately socialized and directly controlled by the government. Many engineers went to West Germany, where they were either hired by Borgward, where they went on to produce the tiny Lloyd microcars. Others went to Ingolstadt, where DKW had a central warehouse for spare parts, to form a company independent of the East German roots. (That company later became Audi.)

The remaining engineers struggled to set up a production line for the pre-war models DKW F8 and DKW F9. Of the latter model, only prototypes had been built before the war, but it had never been put into in production in favor of war-related vehicles.

Others developed a stylish, expensive luxury sedan in the tradition of Audi and Horch, named Sachsenring P 240 featuring a 2400 cc straight-six engine.

However, both cars proved to be too expensive and unsuitable for mass motorization, which the government believed could only be achieved with a unified cheap small car. They ordered the engineers in Zwickau, Saxony, to develop a microcar using as much as possible existing pre-war technology. Bubble cars like in West Germany were deemed unsuitable from the very start; instead, a proper little car was aimed for.

The first result was ready in 1955, but it was not yet called Trabant, but AWZ P70. It was based on a shortened chassis of the 1939 DKW F8. It had the same water-cooled longitudinally mounted 700 cc two-cylinder two-stroke engine, which produced 22 hp. However, the water cooling was of a thermosiphon type and the placement of the radiator behind the engine instead of its usual place in the front caused the engine to overheat frequently. This triggered the development of an air-cooled variant of the engine used in the later Trabant.

The body was also a novelty: A wooden space frame was covered with a newly developed plastic made from recycled material. This material called Duroplast was a phenol resin reinforced with waste cotton fibers from Russia. The engineers had to come up with such an exotic and novel solution because high-quality sheet metal from Western Europe was embargoed, the Russian steel was unsuitable, and own East German steel production capacities were not yet existing. This emergency solution made the AWZ P70 the first car using recycled plastic. The roof was made from plywood covered in leatherette, as the Duroplast technology was not yet developed far enough to produce parts of that size.

The spartan equipment made the car unattractive. All windows were fixed, the trunk did not have a lid and had to be accessed by removing the backrest of the rear seat. These issues were later corrected.

A station wagon popular for its huge capacity and a coupe with all-steel body, which was internationally acclaimed for its sporty design, were added in 1956 and 1957, respectively.

The car turned out to be too costly in production and to be plagued with too many issues to be the basis for mass-motorization. Production was stopped in 1959. The experiences made with this car went into the development of the Trabant P50, which appeared in 1957.

Duroplast technology was improved, and a new 500 cc 18 hp air-cooled teo-cylinder two-stroke engine was developed to avoid trouble with the water cooling of the predecessor. The wooden space frame was replaced by a steel unibody. By the time the car made it to the market, it was among the most advanced microcars, providing relatively comfortable seating for four adults and a large trunk with a usable size of 415 liters (110 gal). This was enabled by a clever arrangement of a transversially-mounted engine and gearbox unit over the front axle, which required minimal space for the driving unit.

A station wagon was introduced shortly after the sedan.

In 1962, the engine was enlarged to 600 cc, resulting in an increas in power to 23 hp. The bodywork remained unchanged. The car was renamed to Trabant 600.

The last big change for a long time came in 1694, when a new body replaced the dated 1950s design for the model Trabant 601. The outer panels were still made from Duroplast, earning the car the nickname “Rennpappe” (”racing cardboard”).

The station wagon was also redesigned.

In this shape, the car was produced with only minimal changes and improvement for the next 26 years. Over the years, power outpot was increased from 23 to 26 hp. Design and technology, which were apart from the two-stroke engine still contemporary or even advanced by the time the model appeared, became more and more outdated, and although the car was reliable, it acquired a bad reputation and became an icon of the backwardness of the socialist economic model.

The engineers in Zwickau designed several potential replacements, experimented with Wankel engines, built prototypes, but all in vain. The political leaders personally stopped all plans, fearing unnecessary investments as the car was working well and the socialist citizen did not need luxury.

Despite all shortcomings, and weaknesses of the ageing construction, production never met the demand, and potential buers had to wait for up to 20 years to get a new car. It was common that parents signed a contract for a child right after it was born, expecting the car to be delivered well after its 18th birthday. This was mostly due to the cumbersome and slow production process of the Duroplast body panels.

In the late 1980s, East Germany acquired a license to produce engines for Volkswagen, who expected a cost advantage from the cheap production in East Germany. Part of the agreement was that a certain contingent of the engines produced would be for the local cars, Trabant and Wartburg. However, investments for the new production line exploded, so no money was left to develop a new body for the car. Using many makeshift solutions, the old body was adapted to accomodate the 1100 cc version of the new, much bigger four-cylinder four-stroke engine. The result was an excessively expensive small car with an outdated body that was probably even more unpopular than the original in its final years. In 1989, when the car was introduced, the peaceful revolution in East Germany and the reas of Eastern Europe was in full swing. Production started in 1990 and ended already on April 30, 1991, after only 12 months. With the financial, economic and social revolution in July 1990, western cars became affordable for the East Germans, and the Trabant had no chance for survival. Even price dumping, offering the car for only 6,000 DM (instead of 16,000 DM) did not help sales.

Many Trabant cars were abandoned after the owners had acquired a new western model. They created a major waste problem as the Duroplast was almost impossible to recycle.

Today, Volkswagen is present in Zwickau with a factory, and many suppliers are also producing there. However, they do not require as much workforce as the cumbersome and labor-intense production of the Trabant did, creating an unemployment problem in the region and a massive decrease in population.

Today, the car has achieved a kind of cult status. It has become a symbol of the German reunion, when tens of thousands of little Trabants were flooding into West Germany the days after the wall fell.

Airworthy P-47 Thunderbolts, 2017

A short guide to the survivors, and how to quickly identify them.

Balls Out, 44-32817, Lewis Air Legends

Red cowling, red cockpit frame, red bars on wingtips, horizontal stabilizers and fin; aircraft code G9-L.  This aircraft served in the Venezuelan Air Force from 1949, and eventually returned to the US in 1995.  She is based out of San Antonio, Texas.

Tarheel Hal, 44-90368, Lone Star Flight Museum

Orange fin and rear fuselage, invasion stripes on underside of rear fuselage and inner wings, distinctive orange/yellow/blue nose art, aircraft code IA-N; this paint scheme was worn by an identical aircraft of the 358th Fighter Group.  This aircraft was sold to the Venezuelan Air Force after WWII and returned in the 1990s for restoration.  She is based out of Galveston, Texas.

Wicked Wabbit, 44-90438, Tennessee Museum of Aviation

Red cowling ring, olive drab top fuselage, yellow bands on outer wing panels and fin, aircraft code 44; she wears the paint scheme of an identical aircraft of the 57th Fighter Group.  This aircraft was sold to the Yugoslav Air Force after the end of the war and returned to the US in 1986 for restoration.  She is based out of Sevierville, Tennessee, with her squadron mate

Hun Hunter XVI, 44-90460, Tennessee Museum of Aviation

Red cowling ring, olive drab top fuselage, yellow bands on the outer wings and fin, aircraft code 40; she wears the paint scheme of an identical aircraft of the 57th Fighter Group.  This aircraft was sold to Brazil in the 1950s and returned to the US in 1988 for restoration.  She is based out of Sevierville, Tennessee.

Hairless Joe, 44-90471, Erickson Aircraft Collection

Mottled grey-green fuselage and wings, invasion stripes on the lower rear fuselage and wings, red cowling ring, aircraft code LM-S; she wears the paint scheme of an identical aircraft of the 56th Fighter Group.  This aircraft was sold to the Peruvian Air Force and returned in to the US 1969.  She is based out of Madras, Oregon.

No Guts, No Glory, 45-49192, Claire Aviation Inc

Black-and-white checkerboard cowling, invasion stripes on the upper and lower wings and rear fuselage, black band on fin, aircraft code XM-X; she wears the colors of an identical aircraft of the 82nd Fighter Squadron.  This aircraft was sold to Peru and returned to the US in 1969 for restoration.  She is based out of Wilmington, Delaware.

Squirt VIII, 45-49205, Palm Springs Air Museum

Dark green fuselage, white cowling ring, white band on fin, invasion stripes on the lower wings and rear fuselage, aircraft code 2Z-P.  This aircraft was sold to the Peruvian Air Force and returned to the US in 1969 for restoration.  She is based out of Palm Springs, California.

45-49346, Yanks Air Museum

Unpainted except for national insignia and tail number, the Yanks Air Museum P-47D is one of few unpainted airworthy survivors.  She is based out of Chino, California, along with

42-27385, Yanks Air Museum

Unpainted except for national insignia and tail number, she is a rare prototype YP-47M.  The aircraft is based out of Chino, California.

45-49385, Westpac Restorations

Black-and-white checkerboard cowling, black band on fin, invasion stripes on lower wings and fuselage, aircraft codes WZ-A (port) and B-WZ (starboard).  The aircraft was sold to the Peruvian Air Force and returned to the US in 1969 for restoration.  She is based out of Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Tallahassee Lassie, 45-49406, Flying Heritage Collection

Blue cowling ring, blue cockpit frame, blue bands on horizontal stabilizers and fin, aircraft code 2Z-T; she wears the paint scheme of an identical aircraft of the 510th Fighter Squadron.  This aircraft was assigned to the ANG in 1948, removed from service soon after, and later restored.  She is based out of Everett, Washington.

Snafu, 42-25068, Comanche Warbirds Inc.

Razorback variant.  Dark green fuselage, black-and-white checkerboard cowling, invasion stripes on upper and lower wings and rear fuselage, white bands on horizontal stabilizers and fin, aircraft code WZ-D.  This aircraft entered civilian hands immediately following the end of WWII and has remained airworthy since.  She is operated out of Houston, Texas.

Spirit of Atlantic City, NJ, 42-25254, Planes of Fame Air Museum

Razorback variant.  Dark green fuselage, white cowling ring, white bands on horizontal stabilizers and fin, invasion stripes on rear fuselage and wings (may or may not be present), aircraft code UN-M.  This aircraft has been in civilian hands since 1944.  She is based out of Chino, California.

Lil Meatie’s Meat Chopper, 44-89136, Commemorative Air Force

Unfortunately the only picture of this plane I can find is disassembled in a hangar after a 2002 crash, so I don’t know if it still is airworthy or not.  Any information regarding this aircraft would be most welcome.

Several other Thunderbolts are under restoration to airworthiness, including the wreckage of Jackie’s Revenge which was lost in May 2016 with her pilot.  

“What did I tell you about Hussling locals??”
“To… not…get caught?”
“I said don’t so it at all”

Smoking, Ezra??”
“It wasn’t lit Hera! Is was just for effect!”
“I’ll show you effect… You’re going to be cleaning the outer reflection panels for the next millennia!”

Learning to draw Ezra. Styles mostly inspired by lledra and WiseLizard

Sparrows and Iron (Part Three)

Pairing: (Eventual) Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy this part! Things are finally picking up… I can’t wait to write the next chapter :D

@nicolejones412 (I hope you don’t mind that I keep tagging you…)

Word Count: 1,355

Previous Parts: One~Two

-Present Day, Avengers Tower-

Having the girl around was an adjustment, that’s for sure. She rarely left her room, and if she did, she followed Tony around like a lost puppy. She had worn the same clothes for four days, and still hadn’t spoken to anyone. Not even to Tony, who never did tell anyone about her brief words that first day. If anyone but him tried to talk to her, she would stare with wide eyes and back away.

One day, she was shadowing Tony as he worked in the lab. Bruce was there too, but he had taken to pretending not to notice her in an attempt to avoid scaring her. Eventually though, the silence started to get to him.

“Well… “ he said, heading towards the door. “I could use a cup of coffee. Tony?”

The man in question shook his head, not even bothering to look up from his project. As soon as Dr. Banner was gone, Tony noticed that the girl was slowly, almost nervously, inching closer to him.

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Learning Curve chap. 2

Since you guys liked the first chapter I posted last week, I figured I’d post the second part. again, I’d appreciate it if you give feedback in regards  to what you like or think I should change.

Let’s be clear, Bruce Wayne did not care for the Justice League. Half the people on the team were idiots, making messes with their unnatural powers and blundering in and out of dangerous situations. The other half were not idiots and worried Bruce a heluva lot more than the annoying ones. But Batman understood that there were some evils in the world that he couldn’t conquer alone. Thus it was wise to ban together with other heroes in case their skills were needed. And besides, it was easier to keep an eye on them when he was amongst them.

Still, as practical and beneficial as it was to form an alliance with superbeings, he still found dealing with them incredibly trying. Taking care of an energetic young acrobat was less draining than one conversation with Superman. As if summoned by his thoughts, he heard Dick scampering down the stairs to the cave at an unsafe speed but Bruce had already wasted too much breath already trying to correct the boy’s behavior. Dick stopped his sprint just inches away from his chair with a wide smile on his face.

“Alfred said I have to go to bed now but I told him that you promised to read to me first. We’re almost to the end of Treasure Island and I’ve just got to know what happens. Can you take a break now and come upstairs?” Dick chirped happily, seemingly unconcerned that his guardian was dressed up as the fearsome protector of Gotham. Bruce really hadn’t given Dick enough credit when he’d first arrived at the Manor. his underestimation of Dick’s cleverness and observational skills resulted in his identity’s exposure just a few weeks into the boy’s stay. But Dick was smart and he’d done well to keep Gotham’s biggest secret under wraps. Despite the security risk it posed, Bruce couldn’t help but enjoy the refreshing lightness the boy brought into cave. Dick’s eyes went to the screen as he stood on his tiptoes to get a better look. “Whatcha lookin’ at Bruce?”

Bruce’s content mood plummeted as his attention was redirected to the screen. He’d just received an obnoxiously long note from Kent, yes of course he knew their civilian identities as he was all too happy to remind them. The farm boy was asking him to see if they could incorporate some piece of Martian technology into their systems. The idiot had even ended the note with a smiley face, just looking at it irritated the dark vigilante. Bruce stalked over to the small zeta beam station not really noticing that Dick was trotting behind him. While he was mentally going over the machinery that would undoubtedly take all night to dismantle and re-integrate, Dick was curiously walking around the platform.

“Bruce, what’s thi-” the loud boom of the beam activating startled Dick as he jumped back into his guardian’s arms. Bruce steadied the boy as the machine quieted down revealing the necessary components. Right, first thing he needed to do was break the machine down and-and what was Dick doing? In his arms, the young boy was practically vibrating with excitement. He looked up at Bruce and his wide blue eyes were alight and the smile on his face was blinding. “You have a teleporter? That’s amazing! I didn’t think we had that kind of technology! How does it work? Can you show me? Pretty please?” He asked in one breath, bouncing up and down on his toes, radiating excitement and curiosity. Bruce blinked at the outburst.

“The zeta beam? You want to know how it works?” Dick nodded enthusiastically, “It’s much too difficult for you, Dick. It deals with complex spatial physics that don’t even exist on this planet. It’s well beyond what you would learn in second grade.”

“Oh,” Dick answered quietly as the sheen in his eyes dulled a little bit. Bruce took in his disheartened expression and cleared his throat as he crossed his arms. “But I will give you a brief overview, just so you understand the basics. I’ll make it quick as I have a lot of work to do tonight and you need to get to bed.” Dick’s eyes lit up once more as Bruce removed the outer panel of the machine and began working through the wires and explaining what they did.

The next twenty minutes were spent giving a watered down explanation of the mechanism and the next hour going into further detail upon realizing Dick’s probing questions meant he wouldn’t settle for anything less. Pretty soon Dick had his grease covered hands in the machinery, asking questions about components and trying to grasp how they worked. The next two hours were spent on the floor with all the books pertaining on the subject laid before them. Dick laid on the floor, intently reading over the complex pages trying to connect the theoretical numbers to the machine before him. Alfred brought hot chocolate down about halfway through and decidedly did not mention the Martian technology which had been shunted to the side to make room for all the books. After that, Dick pulled out some paper and furiously began working out calculations that Bruce had given him, trying to make all the numbers add up.

Finishing the last of his hot chocolate, Bruce stretched out his back from hunching over the books for so long. It had been a while since he’d had the time and motivation to sit down and lose himself in his studies. It had been even longer since he’d been able to share his love of learning with another person. It felt strangely good. Bruce looked over at Dick as he checked his math and pounded away on the calculator and something close to pride welled in his chest. His boy was brilliant, he had a natural grasp of math that he probably learned unconsciously through calculating flips and angles at the circus. More importantly, he was persistent and motivated which is why he was still working away nearly four hours later.

“When I encouraged you to spend more time with Master Dick, I figured you would play catch with him on the front lawn.” Alfred said dryly as he picked up the empty mugs. Over at the table, Dick muttered to himself as he erased something and started again.

“He’s too talented for that Alfred, the boy’s a genius.” Bruce proclaimed proudly as he stole another glance at Dick. “I need to look into getting him a real tutor, I know whatever they’re teaching him in that prep school isn’t nearly enough to satisfy him. We need someone smart enough to challenge him, who can teach him at a level he’ll understand while still keeping him interested.” Alfred gave him an amused smile, as if Bruce was missing something obvious.

“I suppose a tutor would help but, if I may sir, you possess all of those qualities as well in addition to being someone he trusts implicitly. You are his guardian now, it would do you both some good to spend some time together engaging in some normal activities.” Alfred smiled slightly over his shoulder as he picked up the trays to leave. “But another time perhaps, it’s after midnight and Master Dick really ought to be in bed.”

Before Bruce could reply, a small sound came from his computer alerting him of a new message. Dick was still completely enamored in his calculations and didn’t seem to notice as Bruce walked over and read the notice. It was Superman, again, asking to know how the breakdown of the Martian machine was going and that the Flash had volunteered to look at it as well. Bruce frowned as he noted that he hadn’t given the assignment a second thought once he and Dick started working.

Under normal circumstances, he would curtly tell Kent to stay out of his business and deny any outside aid from the other heroes. But did he really want to spend all of his time working in the dark with a boring machine? Or would he rather go over more schematics with a boy who reminded him how much he genuinely enjoyed learning things?

“Dick, come here,” He said as finished typing his response back. “We’re going to zeta this back where it came from, I want you observe just how the process works again before I look over your math.” He said pushing the Martian bits back onto the platform for transport. Dick frowned, looking over the objects before glancing shyly up at Bruce through his bangs.

“Weren’t you supposed to-”

“I got someone else to look over them, I have more important things to do. Now after this, I want to show you one last thing before I send you to bed.” Dick made a face and Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t worry chum. How about we look over it again this week? Thursday afternoons are usually slow, I’ll come back from the office early and we’ll talk about the transport of organic matter.” Dick’s answering grin was enough to tell him that he had a dedicated student on his hands. Busy though he was, he could make some time for that.