a. (initialism of antiferromagnetic English) adv. (lb en Internet slang vulgar) (initialism of as fuck English) n. 1 (initialism of air force English) 2 (initialism of atrial fibrillation English) 3 (initialism of autofocus English)
ÅF is a Swedish engineering and consulting company. It was formed in 1895 and is one of the biggest consulting companies in Sweden. ÅF was previously known as Aktiebolaget Ångpanneföreningen (The Steam-Boiler Association).
Former Minister for Gender Equality in the Swedish government, Nyamko Sabuni, is the company's Environmental and Corporate social responsibility manager.
AF or the Action Force were the third generation of Action Force action figures and comic book heroes released in the United Kingdom. Originally featuring in the Battle Action Force comics and cast as action figures by Palitoy, they were an internationally re-worked version of the G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero series.
Usage examples of "af".
The weapon disappeared in a blur of armored skirts and the blocky, powerful thighs of Clodius Afer, lunging between Vibulenus and death.
Among them Vibulenus could see the standard of the Third Century and the stocky form of Clodius Afer who was looking back over his shoulder to shout encouragement.
Clodius Afer in amazement, his fingers hesitating in the midst of releasing the laces that held the shoulder straps to the front of his mail shirt.
Gnaeus Clodius Afer, lifting his head and peering back in the direction from which they had deployed.
Clodius Afer gruffly ordered the accompanying legionaries, but he himself angled toward the fountain.
Clodius Afer asked in a cautionary tone, the helmet poised between his palms and the hinged cheek pieces flopping over the backs of his hands.
Clodius Afer seemed to ignore the words, or at least their strangeness.
Clodius Afer, tilting his head to peer at the curving surface of the ceiling eighty feet above.
Clodius Afer, with a grimace that reflected his own distaste for the situation, thrust himself back into the press.
Clodius Afer demanded, dusting his palms as he strode back to the tribune.
He vaguely remembered that Clodius Afer had said something about wine as the Main Gallery lowered itself after the assembly, and then the two of them had gone off after a bead of orange light.
The tribune stumbled and fell crosswise over Clodius Afer on the couch next to his.
Clodius Afer said nonchalantly to the ceiling, where a yellow bead obediently sprang to life.
Third Century of the Tenth Cohort, Gnaeus, Clodius Afer, hunching along the rampart.
Clodius Afer in a tone so dry that the tribune was not sure whether the veteran was being sarcastic or just making conversation on a subject about which he was willing to be friendly.