#Full flight simulator

[yestrday]

: ̗̀➛ YANDERE SCIENTIST EXAMINES HIS NEWEST SUBJECT .

the scientists have caught an humanoid anomaly and needs to study it asap! to progress humanity's evolution, our brilliant scientist has to determine whether or not their newest specimen is suitable for... ahem... crossbreeding...

notes ! very much inspired from this yandere asmr on youtube... have fun!

( implied masc reader, slight nsfw, he's crazy!!!... and perverted )

YANDERE! SCIENTIST who immediately jumps on board when they report to him about the newest anomaly caught by the institute. these side projects have been boring him for far too long! he needs something new to simulate this brilliant brain of his, and what better to do that than some never before seen alien to study and experiment on!

YANDERE! SCIENTIST who fights tooth and nail to be the only scientist who gets access to you. these plebeians don't have the genius to even comprehend the most basic things about anomalies, much less even you! although he has a reputation for being... eccentric, he does eventually win the fight. after all, none of their puny successes can put a dent in his long list of accomplishments.

YANDERE! SCIENTIST whose breath gets taken away the moment he lays eyes on you, floating peacefully in the bubbling incubator. you look so relaxed, especially being an anomaly captured for testing and probing. lightly tapping on the glass, he watches as your eyes flutter open and you stretch your limbs to regain your senses. you seem so confused, having suddenly awakened in a vat full of liquid, but when you lock eyes with him there's naught but a thought behind those wide eyes of yours.

YANDERE! SCIENTIST who has you strapped down on the operating table, a wide grin stretching his handsome face as he slips on the latex gloves. aaah~ ♡ to have such an interesting specimen laid out so vulnerably for him! just for him! he absolutely overwhelms you with questions, even though he had just jabbed you with a syringe and are now too paralyzed to move your tongue.

YANDERE! SCIENTIST who makes you the teensiest bit in danger. although you're not accustomed to humans and their nature, there is something off in those turquoise eyes of his that sets your natural fight-or-flight.

YANDERE! SCIENTIST who's a bit too handsy with you, and if his co-workers were in the room with him they would have told him off for being unprofessional. but no one is here, only him and you, and what does an anomaly like you know about professionalism anyway?

YANDERE! SCIENTIST who eyes your bigger, more superior form with a predatory look. you encompass him by some inches, and your natural form is bigger than him. he wonders if your species is naturally like that, or if you're just the exception. nevertheless, it delights him how big you are compared to him, if the excited pants of his breathing don't give him away.

as he chatters on and on about his supreme intelligence and how lucky you are to have him studying you, you can feel his hands roaming around your body as he pokes and prods. his fingers graze against your denticles, grab the plush of your hips, squishing your cheeks and feeling around your mouth. the drug's worn off enough for you to start squirming, and you can see the absolute delight in those manic eyes as you start regaining your motor control back.

"so an aquatic-based humanoid anomaly, huh?" your eyes follow him as he jots something down on his clipboard. "bigger than the average human male... has denticles forming on their thighs, sides of face and neck... has extra limbs, tentacles, on the back, but is currently immobile due to drugs at the moment..." he sets the clipboard down and grins at you wickedly. "my subject, you truly are an intriguing specimen!"

he reaches for one of the tentacles protruding from your lower back, sliding a finger between the suckers, pleased by how they weakly twitch under his touch. an anomaly, a being superior to him in strength and speed, so vulnerable under him. "huhu~ despite the drug, you're very sensitive, aren't you? is this part of your genes or perhaps..."

he tucks your messy hair beneath your ear, breath tickling you as he draws himself nearer. "is it just you~?"

his laugh is maniacal as he watches blood color your odd-colored face. you're so big and strong yet so, so adorable. like lab mice. like a pet. he checks himself though, because for all his superiority complex, he is an experienced scientist, and he knows better than to underestimate his research subjects.

"well, well, my dear anomaly, it's time you familiarize yourself with me. i will be the one paying attention to you for these next few months, so it's best that you return that attention as well. it's only good manners, after all." you cock your head as he flashes his i.d at you, letters incomprehensible to you. he notices this and sighs.

"that's yuri isami to you, the captain of darkwick's mortkranken house and your supervising scientist." he introduces himself with a tone like you should have known him already, and he smiles at you with charming arrogance.

"best start practicing my name, since you'll be calling it many times, i'm sure."

YANDERE! SCIENTIST whose time and attention have been completely consumed by you. his co-workers whisper about how unnervingly behaved he's been and silently thank the poor anomaly that has captured his fixation. rather than talking down to them like he always does, he's been humming more lately and dismissing their comments with a happy grin. finally, they didn't have to deal with his overbearing attitude!

what they can't escape is the maniacal laughter that erupts every now and then from his laboratory. the laboratory which you've made your temporary home. you spend your time splashing around the rather big aquarium that the scientist has moved in for you, humming to yourself as you watch the scientist mess with his weird appliances. he's always talking to you, in the human language that you don't understand, but you can understand tones. and judging by his fast-paced syllables and wide grin, you think he's happy enough.

YANDERE! SCIENTIST, however, has gone on another tangent about how sublime your natural physiology is. he laments about how weak the human body is, and how you will be the key to developing their society. you think he must really like you, with how he often touches you. his touches often go from delicate caressing of your cheeks or perverse groping of your muscles and arms.

sometimes, he has you splayed out on his operating table, bright medical lamps pointed to you so he can observe your beautiful body in all its glory. you're wayyy bigger than him, so he has to straddle you so he can get a feel— ahem, gather accurate data on you... nevermind his intense blush and heavy breathing.

when you let out a questioning hum, yuri finally stops his roaming hands and snaps out of his trance. clearing his throat, he backs up and composes himself as he tries to get a semblance of composure. not that it matters, when you clearly don't care, but still.

"ahem! apologies, i was just, uh, your body was just too— i mean, i was busy gathering data on you, like always." he coughs into his hand, blushing as he steals another peek at your physique. "anyways, what is it? what brought you to disturb my information gathering, hm?"

you tilt your head and point to the clipboard he's always writing in, then to yourself. you're not stupid, but you don't quite understand why yuri needs so much information on your body. he furrows your brows as he tries to interpret your miming, before letting out an 'ah'. "oh, so you're wondering what i'll be using this data for?"

"as i've said before, humanity's evolutionary gene has fallen into a state of decline. an anomaly such as yourself with an advanced physiology will be able to help humanity with this. of course, this is all a hypothesis, so we'll be doing many rounds of... testing before we can actually proceed with this." yuri must've forgotten that you can't speak the human tongue, so when he sees the blank look on your face, he sighs.

"you."

trailing his fingers over your chest, they glide against the muscle before pressing against your chin, then point to himself with the other finger.

"and me."

his face takes on a sensual grin, biting his lip as his eyes lock with your confused ones. together, he brings his hands together, motioning one finger to enter the hole of the others.

"crossbreeding, yeah?"

... even you can understand such a universal signal, as you finally feel your face heat up at yuri's lewd provocation. the scientist, on the other hand, feels delighted when you finally understand his goal, mound squished against your taut skin slicking a bit when he feels you stir behind him.

MWAHAHAHAH once again i have fooled you into thinking this is a general yan fic. check out this guy at the game tokyo debunker, which has a really cool horror plot and cuter men. the storys really good my guys, so go check it out

[glavilio]

i love macho butchness as much as any chick but what i really love is nerd butches . real geeks with white button ups, pocket proctors, and kipper ties. wide brown pants and sweater vests. thick glasses and no outwardly visible swag. the ugliest shoes you've ever seen. butches that use debian because ubuntu is too proprietary for them and laugh at those stupid reddit programmer memes. i want to go over to their room and see a full flight simulator setup and a bland grey wolf fursuit head. the only other game they play is dwarf fortress. this is the heaven i see when i close my eyes and the original butch geek jesus christ is speaking through me now

[christmasbeetlecringe]

nothing to add but: just that where inkling would be a big fan of like, wii sports like bowling n whatever, he would totally take all the wii remotes and try n play all the roles, kinda like in the ring of fire. he would royally suck at it, and try n do it in private / secret

Hiya! What video games dovyou think would be the Octonauts favorite?

HMM that’s a hard one...I’m sure people have done these kinds of posts before with more accuracy in mind, so I’m just gonna be Indulgent if that’s okay >:3c

Captain Barnacles only plays video games with the team, and they HAVE to be motion based, so he LOVES Just Dance and 1-2 Switch n that kind of stuff.

Professor Inkling is the same to an extent, but more with stuff like Wii Sports that doesn’t require as much full-body movement. I think he’d also be a Clubhouse Games fan for sure.

Kwazii and Tweak have similar taste in games, mainly because they often play them together. Tweak made her own gaming console on par with an NES or SNES, so she usually plays high score-based games like Pac-Man. She doesn’t have the time to commit to RPGs, as much as she’d probably really enjoy them, but sometimes she’s willing to stay up late playing Super Mario World for the sake of not losing progress. She’d also play fighting games with Kwazii probably, and they would be his favourite, but ultimately she’s always better than him at whatever they play because gaming is her ELEMENT. So yeah, Kwazii’s a Smash Bros fan, but the only person that plays with him is Tweak, but she’s not always around. Pinto and Koshi are ABSOLUTELY willing to try and take him on as a duo when they visit though, hehehe.

Peso’s an Animal Crossing guy, or at least someone who enjoys those mobile games where you can check in daily and play for a good 20 minutes, so not hardcore in the SLIGHTEST, haha. He’s not even really committed or “good” at the games since he’s a busy guy and it’s not his Most prevalent hobby, but he finds them relaxing and cute. I’d want to believe Pinto is the reason why he’d play a little more sometimes and try out different things, though :)

DASHI IS THE RPG FAN. She 100% gives me Deltarune and Mother fan vibes. She loves a good story with pretty environments and compelling characters, and her and Koshi tend to bond over their favourites together. She would love to commit to a life sim game like Animal Crossing because of the aesthetics and appeal of building a community from the ground up, but she VERY easily ditches them unfortunately. She is a handheld console player by heart and she LOVES playing on her pink Nintendo 3DS BECAUSE I SAID SO!!! (also Koshi is a YKW fan and a M&L RPG fan she is JUST like me fr!!!!!!!)

Shellington is very hard for me to think of something for LMFAO 😭 he doesn’t strike me as a Gamer...but I think he’d take an interest in Minecraft because of the vast landscapes and all the creatures n stuff. He definitely likes to explore around and modify the environments with some more scientifically accurate elements, such as the animals and plants, but overall he just has fun experimenting with the logic of the world and seeing how it’s ecosystem works differently from the real world. He also builds models to show the crew and educate the Vegimals sometimes :3 BUT he plays Exclusively on Creative Mode and on Peaceful settings because the first time he played on survival without knowing the difference he almost had a panic attack once it became nighttime. Again, though, not much of a gamer, so it’s really only a once in a while thing he does once it crosses his mind.

As a bonus: Paani also isn’t much of a gamer, but Minecraft is something he’s interested in, much like Shellington. Though the difference is he absolutely LOVES the thrill of playing on Survival Mode. He isn’t much better at it, he is nowhere NEAR going to the Nether or fighting the Ender Dragon, but the nightly brawls he has with all the mobs is a lot of fun. Pinto joining is even BETTER. He’s a mobile player so he can play with him no matter where he is! >:3c

[roosterforme]

Beer Boy and Sugar: The First Lost Year (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)

Part of the Lost Years series for Beer Boy and Sugar

Warnings: language, longing, angst (series fits chronologically between Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time)

Banner by @mak-32

Year One

"Bradshaw."

Bradley was pulled out of his comfortable daydream when he heard Natasha Trace call his name. He looked over at the only friend he'd managed to make since he moved to Rhode Island for flight training five months ago. It turns out, nobody much wants to talk to you when you're a bit of a miserable prick. 

"Yeah?"

She nodded back toward the hangar and said, "Captain Price wants us to use the simulator."

"Right," he replied softly. Once she was gone again, he turned to look out at the rough Atlantic Ocean and shivered in the late October air. He was freezing cold. He was always fucking freezing cold here. He missed Virginia. He missed being warm in his bed in his fraternity house. He missed you.

"No," he whispered, closing his eyes and focusing on some deep breathing. "No. You can't." Every thought of you was painful, and he needed to get past this. He kept promising himself that one day, he would wake up and be on the other side of this ache, but he was such a damn liar. Deep inside, he knew better. 

How was it supposed to stop hurting when all he could think about was you, equally cold in Chicago, wrapped up in his Grateful Dead shirt and listening to their songs? It had already snowed there; he checked the weather frequently. He memorized the University of Chicago campus map and thought about where you might be, always afraid you were in a library study room. With someone else. Because the only thing worse than thinking about you cold and alone was thinking about you moving on with someone new. But you were perfect. Bradley's perfect Sugar. Of course you didn't need to be with him to be happy. 

Eventually he turned toward the hangar and walked through the frigid wind. He completed the simulation perfectly in almost no time. Trace was every bit as good as he was, and Bradley silently rejoiced whenever they were paired together. She was serious but not too serious. She was smart but never cocky about it. She didn't waste a lot of time talking if she had nothing to say. She reminded him a lot of you. 

He wasn't interested in her as anything more than the friend he desperately needed right now, but it was hard to open up to someone new when he could only think about one thing. There were a handful of really attractive women here, but Bradley found himself unable to focus on them. Besides, he finally understood that quality always beats quantity. You started teaching him that lesson as soon as he felt the urge to paint his bedroom door white. 

He avoided the tables full of students in the cafeteria, picking one off to the side instead. He figured if he gave the appearance that he didn't want anyone around, then they would leave him alone. He was only mostly successful.

"Can I join you?" 

When he looked up at Trace's dark brown eyes, he nodded and pulled his tray a little closer to him so she could sit on the other side of the table. "Yeah, sure."

She ate half of her food before she said anything. "Hey, thanks for not being creepy."

He looked at her calm face in confusion. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged and said, "Some of the other guys are a little creepy towards me, Hayes, O'Malley and Butler. They think it's funny to mess with the girls."

"Seriously?" Bradley asked, setting his fork down. "Which guys?" He wished he didn't feel the sudden urge to break something; he'd been able to manage this feeling for a long time, only letting it surface when he wanted to pound Jeff to bits for touching you. It would probably feel good right now if he let this emotion take over for a little bit.

"Don't worry about it," Trace replied easily. "It's nothing I can't handle. I just don't like eating alone if I can help it, because then they come over."

Bradley nodded, picking up his fork again. If there was anything you wouldn't like, it would be Bradley losing his place in the Navy because he couldn't manage to stay out of a fistfight. "You can eat with me whenever you want."

Her muttered, "Thanks," was so soft, he barely heard it. He wanted to tell her not to thank him, but the silence between them felt pretty nice. She took a few more bites before she asked, "So what's your deal, Bradshaw? You're awfully quiet for someone who can pass all of the exams on the first try and makes the simulators look easy."

He laughed. "I could say the same about you."

"I guess," she replied, "but I'm always the one initiating conversation with you, not the other way around. It's a girl, isn't it? You miss your girlfriend?"

She didn't ask it unkindly, but it felt like a slap to his face. He swallowed hard, once again wondering why this hurt so fucking bad after five goddamn months. But he'd never tried to actually talk about you with anyone else. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as he thought it would. 

He cleared his throat and looked down at his tray. "There used to be a girl. I think maybe she thought she was doing me a favor when she dumped me. Or maybe she was just trying to protect herself. And I can respect that."

"Ouch," came Natasha's soft voice, and Bradley had almost forgotten he wasn't alone. "You were in love with her." 

It wasn't phrased as a question, and once again Bradley felt like she physically hit him. He had never admitted it out loud before right now. "Yeah. I was in love with her." He set his fork down one last time before he met her eyes. "I'm still in love with her."

Later that night, he cried himself to sleep, dying to hear you call him Beer Boy and push your fingers through his hair one last time. Dying to ask you why he couldn't have two dreams.

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You were twenty-two years old. You lived in one of the most exciting cities in the country. And you were single. But you never really felt like going out when the other graduate students invited you. Every time you did go, you ended up at a bar that was way too loud or a frat house that was way too uncomfortable. Nobody knew how to play beer pong correctly, and every guy was wearing a backwards cap.

It made your heart ache.

"Hey." 

You looked up from your computer to see Jared staring at you with a smile on his face and his hat spun backwards on his head. "Alex and I are going to one of the library study rooms and then out to get a beer. You coming?"

Both of those things sounded amazing, actually. But not with him or Alex. Not with anybody at this school or in this city or even in the central time zone. You shook your head. "Thanks, but not tonight. Maybe next week?"

Jared looked dejected. "Aww, come on. You're too pretty to be sitting here working alone." He probably though he was being charming, but he was nowhere close to the level of sweetness you were used to.

You sighed softly and shook your head again. "Thanks but.... maybe next week."

When he finally left, you tried to return your attention to what you had been working on. There was no shortage of classwork or research to keep you busy seven days a week here, and that was a very good thing. Because it was days like this one where you started to think about Bradley and you couldn't stop. As soon as you let the memories creep in, you were done. 

You closed your computer and sucked in a ragged breath. Through the blurry tears filling your eyes, you pulled up the bottom of your hoodie and ran your fingers along the soft, tie dyed cotton of the shirt you were wearing underneath. If you closed your eyes and thought about Virginia, you could almost believe the shirt still smelled like him. You could almost hear him sing what had become your favorite song.  

"Shit," you muttered, standing and shoving your computer into your backpack. You would finish working from your dorm room. You just needed to get out of here right now. 

The icy cold air smacked you in the face as soon as you walked outside. Apparently it started snowing in October here. It had been snowing steadily for days. You missed Virginia. You missed the stupid Beta house. You missed the way Bradley felt like your own personal furnace when he cuddled with you. Sometimes you thought you'd made the worst decision of your life.

The urge to cave and call him as soon as you got to your room and cranked up the heater was so intense. Then you remembered that you broke his heart and your own with a handful of sentences and the admission that you loved him. Well, you still loved him, but he almost certainly hated you. And that was fine. That was completely okay as long as he was focused on keeping himself safe instead of thinking about a long distance relationship. He had a dream bigger than you, and he deserved to live it out.

You curled up in a ball on your bed and listened to Easy to Love You by The Grateful Dead exactly eleven times in a row while you cried. You did the math in your head; that was just over forty minutes of crying. Last week when you broke down, it was closer to an hour. Maybe things were on the upswing now. Maybe the pain would start to fade. It had already been more than five months since you left his room while he sat on the edge of his bed, agony written on his face. 

"Why?" you asked yourself angrily, certain nobody else would ever make you feel as good as he had for the handful of months you'd spent together. He taught you a lot about yourself, and now you understood the importance of giving someone a second chance. How crucial it was to look past the surface. 

You buried your nose in the fabric of the colorful shirt, turned the song on one more time, and fell asleep with unshed tears and a tightness in your chest. When you woke up the next day, you found more snow on the ground when you put on your boots and jacket and headed outside. You remembered exactly where to go, because you'd seen it so many times before. You headed for the tattoo parlor near campus with a pocketful of cash and the hope that this would make you feel better and not worse.

Once you were lounging back with the Grateful Dead shirt pulled up, you pointed to your math tattoo. "I want it just below this one. It's a specific song lyric. And I want it in this font."

The tattoo artist looked at your skin and then the words you'd written out before checking the font you were pointing to in his binder which happened to look a bit like Bradley's tidy script. 

"The Dead," he said with a smile. "I dig it. I can do it for a hundred bucks."

You nodded and handed him the cash, and just a few minutes later, he got to work. If he thought you were crying softly because of the pain from the needle digging into your flesh over and over again, then that was fine with you.

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I'm fine. We are all fine. Year two is up next.

PART 2

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Brand new 2024 Spanish Mission Style estate in Queen Creek, AZ. Who designed this thing? It has only 3bds, but 11baths, 32,000 sq ft. Sheesh! Priced at $19.5m + $329mo. HOA.

It's still not finished. Walking thru that entrance it looks like there is, or is going to be, a water feature. Plus, there are connections on these columns either for statues or lights.

Huge 2 story living room w/fireplace in Arizona. I have friends there- it's hot as blazes. But, the ad says 25,000 sq ft of air conditioned space- can you imagine the electric bill?

Open concept living room/kitchen. Look at the balcony on the upper left.

The kitchen isn't finished. The appliances aren't in yet.

If I didn't see the toilet and sink, I'd think that this was an elevator.

I'm gonna say that this is a bedroom. It has the scalloped Spanish ceilings.

You're gonna see a lot of baths, b/c there are 11 of them. This one has a big stone double sink and tile shower. I hope they put tile on the wall around those faucets.

I don't know what this is, but it can't be another bathroom. Whatever it is, it has a kitchenette.

Another bath. I guess maybe there's going to be a tub in here.

This is a bedroom.

Huge en-suite.

And, the walk-in closet. There are 2, one for each person.

In the courtyard, multiple swimming pools with fountains and firepots

Plus an outdoor kitchen with a mission bell tower. They didn't put the bell in yet.

This is a hangar, with a flight office, so I guess you can have several planes. And, the ad describes that as a "big ass fan" on the ceiling. It's called the Pegasus Airpark b/c it's perfectly situated on a North/South double lot, for a massive 350' of taxiway for the planes.

Here's the putting green, b/c for some reason, every millionaire plays golf.

Outdoor basketball court, plus a sand volleyball court, and pickleball. The gym has a firepole slide down to a first floor hidden door. The main house has a 5,000 sq ft basement: bowling alley, 75 ft shooting range, Tiger Woods' (Full Swing Pro 2.0) Golf Simulator.

Pool house/guest house.

Sauna and shower.

Courtyard garden.

2.09 acre lot. Where is the runway? That brown strip? I guess all the residents have hangars.

[scuderiasundays]

by your side

summary: pinterest boards, rehearsal dinners, and late night professions of love written from carlos’ pov 🪭 a continuation of the smoothest operation + a little insta au at the end!

words: 867

a/n: i hated making you wait so i tried my very best to fit in your req, anon! my sincere apologies if it’s not what you’d hoped for. tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee and @diorleclerc just because. let me know if i should turn this into a series! feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

July 2022 

You hated it when reporters asked who wore the pants in your relationship, the outdated implication that one partner should have the upper hand over the other. The simple truth was that you two struck the perfect balance. She remained levelheaded at times when you’d go into what you playfully coined "full Latino mode." She had a tendency to overthink, and you’d sat by her side on countless nights, hand in hand, whispering, "Everything will fall into place, mi querida. You’ll see." She was all of the best feelings in the world in human form: clean sheets on a freshly made bed, the first bite into a decadent burger, champagne showers after a sensational drive.

The sun cast a gentle, orange glow on her face as you rubbed your eyes, stepping into the living room. She had fallen asleep on your off-white couch, still in her scrubs after a long night shift. Her laptop lay open on the marble coffee table, a Pinterest board of wedding paraphernalia on full display. The ever-growing F1 calendar had kept you on the go, leaving your fiancée to check off the majority of your pre-wedding to-do list by herself. You couldn’t put your finger on just why you were tearing up, a surge of emotions taking over as you scrolled through the photos. You reached the bottom of the page when you stumbled upon a Polaroid of her in a white dress.

Months ago, you’d overheard her and Ana talk about fabrics as they baked banana bread. "Chiffon? No. Lace? No. Ay, tulle!" You exclaimed, so caught up you hadn’t even noticed her stirring awake. You quietly closed her laptop shut.

"Is this for your next racing suit? I’d say lace is a bit scandalous but, hey, give the people what they want," she giggled as she slowly got up. The espresso machine, a Christmas gift from her, hummed to life. She was making you an espresso out of habit, strong just the way you preferred. You breathed a sigh of relief; grateful her mind had been hazy enough to brush off that you’d been listing off wedding dress fabrics mere minutes ago.

"What did I do to deserve you?" You wrapped your hands around her waist and kissed the nape of her neck. A year from now, she’d be walking down the aisle in that very dress. A year from now, she would be yours for all eternity.

July 2023

The season had been far from kind to you and your teammate Charles. Thankfully, Y/N had taken some time off work leading up to the wedding, providing some much-needed relief from the relentless cycle of "flight, race, simulator, repeat." The pressure and pent-up frustration could have easily consumed you by now if it weren’t for the thought of her eagerly waiting at each checkered flag. Regardless of whether you ended the race with 25 points or none, she was the only person you wanted to see.

You had never been one to voluntarily go on record about the love you two shared. It felt too sacrosanct, too precious. It, nonetheless, was no surprise when press from worldwide gathered in Avila, eager to catch a glimpse of you and Y/N’s big day. Both your sisters had gotten married in this town and, if there was one thing about the Sainz family, it was that they were big on tradition.

This is why you weren’t all too surprised when your parents revealed that you and Y/N would be spending your wedding eve apart. The rehearsal dinner had gone relatively smoothly, despite a few hiccups along the way. Rupert’s daughter Harlow Reyes had refused to hand over the rings, claiming them as her own. Lando attempted to deliver a heartfelt speech but ended up cry laughing in the way only he would, leaving him unable to finish. Yet, in the end, you were just happy to have everyone you loved under one roof.

"Care to join me?" Y/N motioned toward the vineyard, an effortless smile adorning her face. The night had fallen, but the gentle glow of fairy lights illuminated her silhouette.

"By this time tomorrow, we’ll be husband and wife," she remarked. He could see the glint in her eye as she breathed in the thick summer air. She was a sight to behold in her white vest and tailored pants. In that moment, you thought to yourself, "I’m the luckiest man alive," as you made your way towards her.

You wanted to thank her for everything. For answering the phone at 3 AM when jet lag and stress left you gasping for air on a bathroom floor oceans away. For being the beautiful face you could steal glances at as you sat behind the wheel during spontaneous road trips. For making you feel like you were worthy of being loved. For being your constant.

Instead, you simply said, "Every day, starting tomorrow, will be the best day of my life because I get to spend it by your side. You have all my heart, Y/N. Every single piece." You proceeded to squeeze her hand three times, your secret signal for "I love you" because, boy, did you mean it.

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fan1: considering a red eye to spain just for my “speak now” moment 🫠 i am delusional and live 3,000 miles away

carlossainz55: this distance is unbearable. come back?

charles_leclerc: she’s literally a floor above us, mate. go to 🛏️

fan2: i’m from avila and ran into the whole grid + some retired drivers this weekend

fan3: retired drivers? seb? 🤔🤭

landonorris: i vow (wink wink) to get through the speech tomorrow! i just get all choked up because i love you both so much

yourusername: lies! you and i both know you lost it when @alex_albon started pulling funny faces 😤

[roach-works]

Video games

Reverse Unpopular Opinion meme: i'm having a hard time figuring out how being enthusiastic about videogames is an unpopular position? lots of people like videogames, last time i checked.

my favorite thing to do when i was a kid was play a modified version of spyro the dragon. we had a gameshark that was in japanese so you just had to randomly methodically click through various menus you couldn't read and then record on a notepad what the results were when you started the game. through trial and error i figured out how to run the modification that let spyro full-on fly in every level, so i just used the game as a flight simulator most of the time.

also i would regularly fly spyro out of bounds and examine the level from the outside until i hit something weird like a waterfall from behind or the ocean from underneath and it would trigger spyro's death i would also sometimes just fly him out into the offstage void until i started getting scared. i now have a very particular and hard to explain phobia of infinite digital voids! it's why i can't use 3D modeling software without crushing existential terror.

unpopular video game opinion: i still firmly believe that kids should be allowed to explore and adapt media, especially video games, that scares them and challenges their sense of reality and lets them do weird fucked up things. i think this is much better for kids than restriction and overpolicing. i would love to fly spyro out of bounds and kill him from underneath the ocean again. i would do it the first chance i got.

[itsfantasticac]

The MFX2000 was SNK's entry into motion simulator arcade cabinets, similar to Sega's AS-1, released in 1996. Advertised as using the same hydraulics as NASA flight simulators and a full THX surround sound system, it saw a limited run at SNK's Neo-Geo World parks.

Gamest magazine No. 182 (Oct. 30, '96), pg. 134

[jcmarchi]

Novel High Tech Flight Simulator from Southampton - Technology Org

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Novel High Tech Flight Simulator from Southampton - Technology Org

A state-of-the-art flight simulator to train the aeroplane engineers of the future has been officially opened at the University of Southampton.

Students Nicolas Wahler and Kash Saddul in the new simulator. Image credit: University of Southampton

The simulator seats a pilot and an instructor, and has 180-degree surround screens. It can be programmed to simulate different aircraft, from single-seaters to jumbo jets – and each can be tailored to have specific characteristics, such as different shaped wings or a different sized engine. The ‘pilot’ can choose the terrain to fly over, the conditions to fly in, and the airports for take-off and landing.

The University of Southampton has one of the longest heritages for flight simulation technology, having used it as part of its teaching for more than 20 years.

Professor Simon Cox, Head of the Department of Aeronautics and Astronautics, said: “It’s important we give our students realistic experiences of flight, to inspire them and to bring to life what they are learning, giving them a full understanding of the physics of different craft in flight. Students learn how different designs of planes influence their performance, from how quickly they take off, to their manoeuvrability, to how they land. They can experience all these things using the simulator.”

The new simulator is one of six Boeing-funded simulators at the university used for teaching engineering undergraduates. Three other simulators are on motion platforms, with one linked to a virtual reality headset for an immersive experience. There are also two desktop simulators.

Dr Andrea Da Ronch, Associate Professor of Engineering, added: “Unique to Southampton is that we have a set of simulators with different fidelities. For the beginner there is a simple desktop simulator, which is essential to learn how the controls and the system work. With experience, our students progress onto the more advanced simulators.”

PhD student Nicolas Wahler, 27, who holds a pilot licence, said: “The simulator brings valuable insight for undergraduates in terms of how the maths behind the aeroplane works in practice. It’s invaluable for students to have practical experience of what they are learning in theory.”

Fellow PhD student Declan Clifford, 25, added: “The simulator is valuable for learning about the maths associated with flight – students can apply their mathematical calculations to the simulator to find out what they actually do – in a very safe environment.”

The flight simulators are funded by Boeing, which has strategic partnerships with six universities across the UK.

Ian McNeil, Director of Engineering at Boeing Defence UK, who is also an Electrical Engineering graduate from the University of Southampton, said: “Boeing is committed to building the skills and expertise needed to grow the aviation industry. We are delighted to support the launch of this flight simulator, which will enhance the curriculum by taking theoretical learning into practical, simulated application. Importantly, it will also be used by the university for STEM outreach, to encourage more potential engineers to pursue future careers in aerospace.”

Source: University of Southampton

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dnd 5e builds for base strive cast (+ goldlewis!)

Sol: either an Artificer (Battlesmith) w a Barbarian (Totem) dip where his Steel Defender is his bike and Elk/Bear rage is dragon install OR a Wizard (Bladesinger) with a belt (headband) of giant strength and Tasha's Otherworldy Guise as his DI

Ky: Hexbalde Warlock w a Battlemaster Fighter dip since he seems charismatic and his patron cld be the Thunderseal. His manouevres: Trip (Stun Dipper), Lunge (Foudre Arc), Riposte (Vapor Thrust). Meanwhile, Eldritch Blast = Stun Edge, Booming Blade = Dire Eclat, can blow his limited spell slots on Lightning Bolt (Sacred Edge) or Hasted Booming Blades + Relentless Hex or just Thunder Step (RTL). Possibly take a sorc (Storm) dip or the Metamagic Adept feat to transmute spell and change his damage types to lightning + gain flying speed.

May: Ranger (Beastmaster) for sea animal shenanigans. Possible dips into Paladin (Devotion, to the Jellyfish Pirates) or Fighter (Cavalier) for mounted combat features and bonuses (e.g. Find Greater Steed)

Axl: Ranger (Horizon Walker) + Monk (Kensei)/Fighter (Battlemaster). The boring and "correct" answer here is pure bladesinger wiz using a flavoured whip for the Time Stop spell, but the teleportation offered by Horizon Walker and the idea of slipping between planes of existence seems flavourful. Ranger features also have a bit more trap laying flavour. Monk bonuses for movement speed + unarmoured defense to remain slippery while dressing casual.

Chipp: Monk (Shadow) with the Fey Touched and Shadow Touched feats for access to Shadow Teleport + Misty Step + Shadow Blade and maybe a small spellcaster dip into Sorcerer (Shadow) if only to get Quickened Spell for ninja flavour + Mirror Image (multiple Chipps!)

Potemkin: although a pure Fighter (Champion) is tempting, the 4 attacks per turn feels at odds w the slower, lumbering idea of Potemkin. Instead I propose DM fiat to allow smiting while Unarmed, then build Potemkin as a Variant Human (base feat used to learn Unarmed Fighting style) with full Paladin (Glory or Redemption). His devotion and larger than life presence give him moral power behind his blows which are weighty (big ass smites) but infrequent (2 per turn). The other athleticism, tanky abilities come from his Paladin subclass features. Spells like Command and Compelled Duel reflect his intimidating presence and ability to control the field. Spells like Thunderous Smite and Destructive Wave reflect his sheer terrain-altering strength. Feats could include Grappler, Tavern Brawler, Tough.

Faust: Pure Wild Magic Sorcerer or an even split btwn Wild Magic Sorc and Life Cleric. Dimension Door/Misty Step for teleports. Items could represent by: Meteors (Minute Meteors), Bomb (Delayed Blast Fireball), 100T Weight (Earth Tremor/Earthquake), Donut/Banana (Healing Word/Cure Wounds), Afro (reflavoured Web since its also a control debuff that turns into damage after fire exposure), Minifaust (so many summon spells but I like the idea of Guardian of Faith from Cleric), Trumpet (Insect Plague), Hammer (Catapult). And then Haste can be used with Quickened Spell to simulate item throw super. Tack on a couple fighter levels perhaps to Action Surge and emulate the 100 tension version + give some oomph to the occasional scalpel normal.

Millia: not base dnd but i think she fits a Blood Hunter (Lycan) pretty well. The flavour of undergoing a dangerous and forbidden procedure for power, the hair transformations... probably uses Rite of the Oracle (psychic) and Blood Curse of Binding (tandem top) to hold enemies in place for devastating up close "mixups" while still remaining highly mobile.

Zato: Fighter (Echo Knight) w a Monk (Long Death) dip (or, potentially, Undead Warlock). Fragile but frequently summonable puppet fighter w a Monk dip for the "unarmoured melee fighter" vibe + undying flavour or Warlock dip for more spell slinging vibe+ access to flight spells.

Ramlethal: taking a bit more from her Xrd incarnation, a mixed Cleric (Twilight) for access to Spiritual Weapon for the "remote/hovering sword" + a hover/fly movement rather than regular walking and a Warlock (Hexblade) with the Eldritch Smite invocation to burn spell slots for chunky damage that knocks enemies flat on their asses (Mortobato).

Leo: Rogue (Swashbuckler ) + Barbarian (Totem). Probably a Tiger/Elk Barb for the movement speed and the animalistic vibe, while the Rogue levels and Swashbuckler features give the idea of a speedy duelist who occasionally snipes out big damage hits from "converting" movement speed based mixups. (also Swashbucklers benefit from Charisma, which leo definitely has since hes led so many soldiers to their deaths 🥰)

Nago: Fighter (Samurai). I think a majority of Nago's features and design are reflected in this subclass- the idea of a fighter who takes a slow and measured approach while occasionally bursting into a flurry of sudden violence. The high level Samurai feature of taking another turn upon getting dropped also kind of feels like Nago blood rage- a last second gambit at the verge of defeat type of deal.

Gio: Monk (Astral Self). Gio's features as an unarmed, unarmoured, mobile fighter w a not-quite animal spirit are perfectly encapsulated in this subclass, down to her appearance transformations at high tension

Anji: Bard (Swords) with Fighter (Battlemaster) dip and the Dual Wielder feat. Swords Bard explains his armoured twirl (Defensive Flourish) and other more magical effects like the butterfly, koi, and his cinematic super. Battlemaster Trip (rekka low), Push (corner carry off fuujin), Sweep (spinny spins), Parry/Riposte (dedicated counters).

I-No: Oddly enough i dont think she's a pure bard. If anything, I think her style seems more offense oriented than support, so she probably has way more Sorcerer (storm) levels for flying and her other magic shit. For her Bard dip, probably a Whispers bard to play into her role as a mysterious and menacing antagonist figure.

Goldlewis: Paladin (Watchers) with a Warlock (GoO) dip. Watchers paladins already deal w abberations and aliens, and his smites could be flavoured as his big behemoth typhoons/down with the system. Warlock spells and blast reflect the gadgets stored by his alien.

Wow! Points for being so thorough! This is cool

[theflowerofhumanity]

Back to the Start

Even if he hadn’t made top marks in every class he’d taken since his first semester, Spock would have attracted a great deal of curious attention at Starfleet Academy. He was one of just three cadets from Vulcan and was, of course, the only one of those whose heritage was both Terran and Vulcan. He was also visually striking: tall, lanky, with something distinctly alien about his features. Though not a complete loner, Spock had few real friends despite being well into his third year. He didn’t socialize much outside of class since most of his “free” time devoted to studying or spent in various laboratories or flight simulators.

The unfortunate truth was that Spock, intellectually gifted as he was, had none of the social skills or emotional intelligence to thrive among his peers. He was even less capable of doing so here in San Francisco in his twenties than he had been as a young boy on Vulcan. He’d spurned the expectations of his father and his society to join Starfleet, and he had no time for regret (which was illogical, in any case), but sometimes even he felt lonely—just as he’d been too human for many people on his native planet, he was too Vulcan to fit in easily on Earth.

But he was neither a pariah nor inherently antisocial. Occasionally, he could be found in the corner of a student lounge, his long fingers caressing the strings of his Vulcan lyre or playing a game of three-dimensional chess with a fellow cadet while they debated some scientific theory. Off-campus, he frequented the botanical gardens and lonely beaches.

This term, Spock had added to his already-full course load by enrolling in a biology class on a whim. His scientific curiosity had always been boundless and insatiable. He hungered for knowledge and had resisted any attempts to narrow his focus from a very early age. The course was unlikely to be particularly challenging, but he was looking forward to the ways it would differ from the biology lessons he’d had on Vulcan. He was, frankly, eager for the change of pace.

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[lyn-js]

Dancing under the Moonlight | Chapter 6. The Wrongful Act pt.1

Bradley Bradshaw x OC Reader (Nickname Honey)

Summary: After the Uranium Mission, Bradley Bradshaw decides he wants to settle down. Maybe even start a family at some point in time. But he felt so tired (and old) to be in the dating scene. That's until he sees a beautiful new bartender at The Hard Deck. Not only that; turns out she's Penny's niece, Beatrice. They both hit it off amazing, but for some reason, Beatrice isn't letting her walls down yet. But Bradley is going to get to the bottom of what Bea's big secret is.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, drinking, mentions of past abuse, fluff, eventually smut 18+, age gap (24 & 35)

(Bradley’s POV)

He woke up on the wrong side today. Of course, he would on all days. He could never forget this day, even if he tried with all of his being. 

He can never forget the day when the only person he cared about, who he truly loved. Was gone.

No matter how hard he thinks about his mom, he can never let go of these emotions. He spends the lonely Christmas and other holidays by himself. The only things he did were put up the Christmas tree and put up the decorations. That was his mom's favorite part, so it felt nice to do it when he could.

Then later, drinking his life away and shutting everyone out. He wishes he could talk and open up about what's happening, but it seems like they wouldn’t understand. Plus he didn’t want to put all of his baggage on them. Talking about his dead mother, while his friends have healthy, stable relationships with their loved ones and family. He thinks it would make everything complicated.

Until Beatrice.

She felt like a breath of fresh air. Something new in his life that he never wanted to let go of.

He felt like a new person when she was around. Leaving behind all of the pain and guilt he has felt over the years. Maybe even making a life of their own. He’s thought about that a couple of times while lying away in his bed, and can't stop thinking about her.

But today was different. It seemed Beatrice slipped out of his mind when he woke up. Automatically think of his mother and all of the lost years he’s had.

Already starting that day off with a headache, grabbing a big thermos full of coffee, walking out the door to his Bronco, and off to work.

When he was walking into the building, he saw Beatire’s name lit up on the screen with her profile picture in the background.

He took that picture the same night when they stopped at the ice cream shop, she was looking up at the fairy lights that were hung up outside the shop. He couldn’t stop looking at her, the fluttering lights casting onto her honey-brown irises making her look like a real-life angel. He grabs his phone out of his pocket and tries to take a photo without her looking, but he gets caught, and just gives her a blank look. She just starts laughing at him and tries to hide her face behind the cone, but gets dessert all over her nose and they both fall into a fit lighter and tears. Happy of course and lucky he snuck a photo of the special moment.

Later that night he kept looking at the photo of you, not being able to put his phone down. Looking at your wavy brown hair, your infectious smile, and bright eyes. When he looked at her, he just saw perfection. 

His Honey.

He didn’t want her to worry about him, but he also didn’t want to dump all of his problems on her. So he sent her a quick text.

Hey Honey, I can't talk, busy day ahead. I’ll try and talk when I’m off of work.

He didn’t have a busy day today. They had half a day, the weather was due for a thunderstorm later, so they couldn’t go in the air. The squad was testing out some new flight simulations, doing loads of paperwork, and heading home. 

He didn’t want to lie to Bea, but that was the only way he could distract himself at work so he could not focus on today at all.

When he walked into the locker room fully zipping up his fightsuit he heard his phone go off again.

No problem B, maybe later you can stop by the bar, and catch up a little bit. Have a good day. xx Honey 😘

He let out a sigh, not wanting to say anything else. So he shut off his phone and worked on the long-awaited paperwork.

—----

Even though he wasn’t in the air today, he still felt like shit. Normally he was a pro on the new flying simulation equipment, but he was getting himself or other people killed.

He was sitting at his desk filling out one more pack of paperwork. He can see Phoenix walking over, and slamming her hands on the table.

“What the hell was that back there.” he didn’t answer her. He just kept his head down and worked. 

“Even though it was just a sim, I don't want you doing that shit in the air, whatever it is that you got going on, figure it out, and come back when your head is on straight.” She was right, he could put people in danger in the air, whether it was on a screen, or if it was the real thing.

“Phoenix is right Bradley, if you're going to keep this act up for the rest of the day, pack up and go home. I’m not going to have my team not be on their A-game.”

He just looked up at Mav dumbfounded, just not believing what he was saying right now. “What the fuck Mav, It was just a little slip-up. It’s not going to happen again-” but he got cut off real quick by him.

“I don't care Rooster, I’m not gonna let you fly like this. Pack up and go home.” Without a second thought, Bradley shoots up out of his chair and walks back to the locker room.

Driving into the Hard Deck parking lot, letting his tight grip on the wheel go, almost seeing white peeking through his knuckles. 

He was pissed.

So he walked in trying not to make a scene, took a seat at the bar tops, and tried to cool down. Hopefully, this will work for him.

As the day turned into evening, and evening into night, more and more patrons and even some co-workers started filling the bar, getting drinks, and having a good time.

He’s on his fourth or fifth drink but doesn’t seem to care. He didn’t bother when the squad came in and offered a round of pool. He just sat there to drown his sorrows.

When he was about to ask Jimmy for another round, he felt someone's hand come down onto his shoulder a couple of times. He turns his head and sees the one person he’s dreading right now. “Not in the mood Hangman,” he says with a little bit of an agitated tone.

“What’s your Problem Rooster, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?” He knew exactly what was wrong; he just wanted to get under his skin for a minute.

“You know what you need, Rooster, you need lovely old Beatrice with you. She’d probably know how to cheer you up,”  he says with the biggest smirk on his face. “I don't want to talk about her right now.” Not wanting to discuss his love life right now in front of people musically Jake.

“What’s your problem? I thought you two were good. She seems like the right fit for you?” To be honest right now. Jake was completely right about Bea. She and him fit perfectly together, a little too much. That was amazing for Bradley.

But of course, there were thoughts and the insecurity he didn’t like that popped into his head. She was too young, they were into too different parts of their lives, and he was a little bit concerned about her job.

He never liked those thoughts, but he wasn’t sure what to think. What if she saw another guy, younger, stronger, more attractive than him? Would she just up and leave? 

There was that tiny insecurity creeping up. He was trying to push it down, but he couldn’t resist.

“She’s too young for me, it would never work. Plus, she’s probably not ready for a commitment. I can't deal with that type of stuff.

The next words that came out of his mouth, he knew he would regret forever. “Probably fucking around with other guys right now. Fuckin slut.”

Everyone around him fell into complete silence. He just now realized he fucked up. Big time.

He turns around to see some of the squad looking at him like he has three heads attached to his body, the other just looks disappointed. Maybe even the worst of it was when he saw Chantal with Phoenix. He knows that Nat is trying her hardest to hold her back so she doesn’t beat the living shit out of him.

He didn’t even need an answer to ask if she was here. He knew for a fact that she was working tonight, and there was a big chance that Bea heard everything he was saying to his friends. She must be so hurt right now, he just wants to wrap her up and hold her and tell her he didn’t mean anything that he said. He was drunk and he was just being a dumbass.

So he tries exactly that. But when he tries to hop off the bar stool he almost stumbles over and falls on his ass trying to get outside to Bea. But he’s stopped by most of the squad. Musically Chantal.

She makes her way up to him, balls his shirt up in her fist, and pushes him back on the stool. “Beatrice was so nervous to go out with you. I didn’t know why at first…but she to;ld me she didn’t want to end up in another bad relationship. She didn’t want another Zeke in her life, turns out you are just like him.” The only thing that Bradley could do was shake his head ‘no’. He never wanted to be like that asshole Bea was dating before. He wanted to make you feel special in every single way he possibly could. He can’t believe he would say those horrible things, those awful, hurting things. He didn’t know if you would ever talk to him again.

Bradley is finally letting reality set into his system.

He just lost the one chance of forever.

With you.

Your (POV)

You finally thought you were happy, you found someone who cared about you. Who loved you? 

You try to keep yourself calm, trying not to let your emotions go all over the place-

“I thought you would be here Honey?” Your blood runs cold, your whole body stiffens when you hear that low, groggy voice you thought you would never hear again.

“Zeke?” You try not to let the sadness slip through your voice. “What…what are you doing here? How did you find me?” wanting to ask so many more quest

“I have my way, baby. Let's worry about this another time, I’ve come to say I’m sorry.” You didn’t want to listen to him. You don’t want to keep running back like you always did. Letting him get away with the most horrible things, what he said, what he did. You still can’t believe that you stayed with him for all this time. Whatever he has to say to you now, hopefully, you're going to be done with him for good.

“I was so stupid back then. My heart wasn’t in the right place, and you did nothing wrong. I’m better now, I’m in AA and I’ve been clean for a couple of weeks.” Being taken aback by what he’s said, you’ve always encouraged Zeke to get help for his drinking. You never liked seeing the ugly, drunk side of him. Hearing the screaming and shouting, listening to all of the gruesome things he said to and about you. You still have nightmares of when he was in one of his drinking fists, it always ended with you being woken up, drenched in cold sweat, and wishing the dreams would stop. But they always kept coming back. But hearing this new side of him. 

“H-how do I know if you're lying to me?” you say in a skeptical voice. Not truly believing the words coming out of his mouth, all of a sudden he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out some sort of coin. He places it out for you to see, but you take a step back making sure to yourself he’s not pulling anything.

“It’s my sobriety chip… I’ve been clean for a month,” He walks over to you and places it in your palm. You look at him, then back at the chip. Repeating a couple of times trying to make sense of this. “I’ve been trying… trying for you B. Please come back home. It hasn't been the same without you, Plus I’ll treat you better than that dick in the bar.”

Maybe he has changed? That's the only thing that is running through your brain. 

“I’m not sure Zeke… Not right now at least. I’m really happy that you're clean, and getting better.” you try to say to him with a little bit of ease. “You know I knew you would say that.” The next thing you know he’s planted a mean right hook on your cheek, making you fall to the ground and feel the stinging pain forming on your face. You try to crawl backward towards the bar steps and make your way back in, but you feel a pair of hands grip the base of your neck and drag you to your feet. “Whether you like it or not, baby, you're coming home with me. You’ll never see your precious aunt or friends or even poor little Rooster.”

Once again you feel a hard thud being brought down on your head, You try and feel what hit you, but when your hand comes back down, you can only see bright red on your hand. Everything starts to fade and become blurry.

You try to fight away the darkness creeping into your vision. But it overtakes you. The only thing you can see is darkness.

What is going on?

(Penny’s POV)

I hurry my way into the house with Pete behind me, the only thing racing through my mind is finding out where Beatrice is.

Once I got into the house I saw Chantal pacing back and forth in the kitchen, to the point it looked like she was about to put a big hole in the floor. I walk over to her and embrace her with a hug.

A couple of hours ago after our departure on a romantic boat ride with Pete, He walked over to me and handed me my phone to find hundreds of messages from Chantal saying she can’t find Beatrice everywhere. Also, saying she was missing and couldn’t find her. As soon as I saw the word missing, it was linked to Bea. The blood in my system ran cold and I automatically went into mama bear mode. Even though she is my niece, I have always treated her like she is one of my own.

I told Peter what was going on, and he didn’t have to think twice and turned the boat around so we could find Bea.

Now we’re here.

Once I release Chantal from my hold she walks over to the Island, and picks up a crumpled piece of paper, and hands it over to me.

I see the handwriting is some type of chicken scratch, but they were trying to make it into Beatrice’s handwriting, but presumably failed that task.

Dear Aunt Penny, 

I’m sorry that I wasted your time with everything. I wasn’t in the right headspace to call you that night. Zeke came by and he apologized for what happened. We made up and I’m going to stay with him for a little bit. I promise I’ll be okay. I love you so much.

-Your Honeybee

I just wanted to fall to the floor and let go of everything. I promised my sister that I would always take care of Bea, and I would want to keep that promise until the day I die.

“W-why would she write this? Did something happen? I thought she could come to me when something was wrong.” I spill my thoughts out in the open. But I hear Chantal speak up.

“We were making our way into the bar, but she heard Bradley say some terrible things about her. And before you rip him a new one. I already did.

The coldness in my body suddenly rushes to pure, hot, raging anger. How could somebody do this to another human being? My niece to be exact. She is such a sweet and kind person. When I turn around I can see Pete on his phone calling Bradley. I make my way over to him and grab the phone out of his hand. I can hear his smug voice through the phone. But I cut him off.

“What the hell have you done?”

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DANNY RIC X READER FLUFFY BEACH TIME

Breaks on the Yacht (Daniel Ricciardo X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Clearly (BROS IM DEATHLY AFRAID OF THE OCEAN, SO IM SORRY ITS SHORT)

Warnings: ...Ocean

Pronouns: I/me

W.C. 663

Summary: During the summer break, Danny and the reader go for a much needed relaxation ride on the yacht.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Screenshot from a video idr which)

Summer break was the time to relax. With the craze of the season coming to a pause, we knew that we wanted to spend it at home. We were originally invited to go to Milton Keynes with most of the grid, but with all the hecticness surrounding Danny, we just wanted to stay at our home in Monaco. We just needed to get away from everyone.  

The season has been all over the place. With Danny getting back on the grid two races ago after doing simulator testing constantly, to say that the summer break was welcomed would be an understatement. So we caught the first flight out of Belgium with a group of drivers also heading back to Monaco. 

The first couple of days were spent catching up on sleep. After that, we thought that we would get the relaxation started. Days on the yacht were the best to spend these kinds of days. 

“You’re not gonna leave me to swim by myself are you?” Danny laughed as he came up from the water after jumping off the back of the boat. “The water would feel better with you in it.”

“I think I’m fine up here,” I chuckled, looking up from my book to see him floating on his back. “My book’s just getting good.”

“Just for a little bit?” Danny pleaded, swimming over to the side of the boat. “It’s boring without you.”

“You know I hate the ocean,” I laughed, marking my place and setting my book to the side in case Danny tries to splash me or pull me in. “I am perfectly fine, talking to you from the safety of the yacht.”

“Safety, you say?” He whispered, and before I knew it, I was underwater. When I surfaced, I’m met with Danny’s laugh. He had his arms tightly around my waist, holding me above the water, as he leaned back. It took him a couple of seconds to catch his breath before he moved to be upright and meet my glare. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

“You know I can’t swim, so you better not let go,” I complained, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to help hold myself up. He jokingly started to pull away, pushing me toward the edge of the boat. I started whining, gripping his shoulders tighter, “No, please don’t, Danny. Please don’t. I’m scared.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” He pulled me back into his chest with a kiss on my forehead. He was pulling me further out but not letting up on his grip on my sides. “Just relax. I’m not gonna let go.”

“Kinda hard to relax in a giant body of water with things at least twice my size that want to eat me,” I replied sarcastically. “I was perfectly fine, talking to you from the boat.”

“But I got lonely,” he pouted. “You don’t want to let me be lonely on summer break, do you?”

“You say that like I was ignoring you,” I chuckled, pulling back a little to look into his big brown eyes. “I was reading and talking to you. If you felt that lonely, you could've just said so, and I would’ve given you my full attention. You didn’t need to pull me in.”

“Well, maybe I just wanted to hold you,” He countered with a huge smile. “Maybe I just wanted to hold you close because I missed you the past two weeks.”

“And that’s fair,” I validated before jokingly adding, “I am pretty amazing, so it’s understandable that you would miss me.”

“Don’t stroke your ego too much. I’m just needy,” he joked back. Our laughs fizzled out as we just floated around as silence fell between us. I had my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as I closed my eyes to bask in the brief moment. He needed this silence after the hectic month he had with the move to Alpha Tauri. This was needed.

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[mastersoftheair]

"Masters of the Air detail: Part 2-Dave Littleton

"[...] Dave is a lifelong WWII aviation enthusiast who has worked on a lot of other films in the past. He has a passion for the B-17 that goes back to his childhood. So much so that he has built a super accurate cockpit, from scratch over 20+ years, using a lot of original parts and equipment. The rest he made by hand. He brought his cockpit to the studio, and it was wonderful for sure.

"Dave worked pre-production, hand in hand with BGI, the company that made a lot, if not most, of the B-17 props and the two full-size aircraft. He gave them the drawings, photos and answered their questions. I think he was instrumental in the success of so many aspects of MOTA.

"I was asked to come over to teach the aircrew how to look like they could pilot, navigate, drop bombs, shoot guns, radio work etc., which ended up being a lot more than that. Dave let us use his cockpit for the flight training and top turret gunner/engineer duties.

"The pilots and engineers went through initial training in Dave’s cockpit and then we would rehearse for the specific scenes.

"I thought that some of the actors might have had some sort of prior knowledge of flying from gaming or flight simulators, but this was not the case. None of them had any concept of flying which was perfectly okay. I had to sit them down in a chair and teach them the very basics of the flight controls and how they are used. Grabbing an imaginary control wheel and had their feet on imaginary rudder pedals. Making sure they used the rudders first and then aileron as you would in a heavy tail wheel aircraft.

"We then progressed into Dave’s cockpit to teach them the myriad of engine controls and their basic function. Later when we had a specific scene, we would go through the procedures whether it be takeoff, landing, engine shutdown etc. Just having them know where to look on the panel for power changes, checklist, formation flying etc. worked out well. The “kids” did a fantastic job and it shows in the episodes.

"The biggest item to try and get across to the actors was being a cohesive flight crew. Remember that the original guys had been flying together for a while and that was an important aspect of their training for the filming. There is nothing sweeter than flying with someone for a while where you get to know each other and anticipate what the other needs before he asks for it. We trained the pilot, copilot and engineer together for takeoff so the pilot would be pushing the throttles with the copilot backing him up, doing the fine tuning, and the engineer in between them doing his part too. The copilot or flight engineer reaching down for the prop controls during power changes as this would differ from one flight crew to another. Same with running the checklist as the engineer and even crew in the back are participating over the interphone. And these details made the final cut and it looked great. Okay, I may be biased…

"Dave’s cockpit was so very helpful for the training because it was on the floor and was easily accessible. The main cockpit used for filming was on a gimbal 20 feet in the air! With Dave’s cockpit, I could lean in from a side window and instruct with all three crew in place. The various directors could also come up to each side and see and direct how they wanted the scene to go. It would give them ideas on camera angles to set up.

"The other aspect of Dave’s wonderful cockpit was its authenticity and detail. He used so many original parts that it is as accurate as could possibly be. Dave wanted it used as much as possible but frankly was a bit shy about this. Not having ever been known for being shy, I really wanted it used for as many close ups as possible and pushed for this. As a result, you can see Dave’s awesome detailed handiwork in MOTA especially in the close-up scenes showing the magneto switches, electrical, primer use and so much more.

"Dave and I were basically the only two on set who had extensive knowledge of WWII aviation and B-17 information. We were constantly being asked questions and were helping lots of different departments. He and I split up the advising since there were several units filming at the same time. We were both out in the field to start mostly at Abingdon where the full size BGI aircraft were. When the volume or studio started ramping up, I stayed there training and rehearsing while Dave continued the field work. We were trying our best to keep things realistic and authentic, but we were spread really thin.

"Dave took off a lot of time from his day job to do this project, as did I, but with the production over runs, COVID etc. he had to go back to work and sadly missed the last few months of filming. We sure missed Dave, especially out in the field, although he was always available by phone and still helped out as much as he could..." - (Taigh Ramey on Facebook)

[asherlockstudy]

The plot hole of Wonderhole (E1)

Introduction

The Plot Hole

The Flight

The Simulation

The Desert Island

Introduction

I finally found the opportunity to start my ANALysis of Wonderhole (Rhett & Link Wonderhole compatible joke). If you have read previous posts I have made about their scripted content or even candid conversations they have had, my main object is to examine whether this new content belongs to the same category of the recurring - and treated as a symbolism of their reality by me - Rhink storyline like almost all their previous scripted videos (including stuff from 2015) and creations (i.e TLCOBC); what I have been calling "One Story" for convenience. One Story Masterlist can be accessed here. By the way, I will also not take into account what new thing Rhett IRL may or may not have said in order to mud the water because he has been doing it a lot lately and I am not sure it is 100% reliable.

I will say that I had to watch the First Class Flight more than once to determine whether this episode is actually part of the One Story or not. After a few rewatches I realised that what was confusing me is that Wonderhole so far has a critical difference from the previous videos. The previous videos usually take place in an undefined time or in the present and they are full of symbolisms of their past and present. Wonderhole deals mostly with the future. Therefore, there are two ways we can view this:

Wonderhole so far is not part of the One Story because it only minimally draws parallels from their lived past.

Wonderhole so far IS part of the One Story because even though it doesn't draw from the past a lot, it actually reflects their certainty or expectation for how their future will unfold depending on certain circumstances, so technically it is still part of their true One Story because it is the future that's coming towards them or the one that seems very likely to come their way.

I suppose it's easier for readers to understand this through the obviously futuristic Time Capsule episode, however here I will argue about how this is also the case with the First Class Flight. This episode is linearly distinguished in two great time segments: the present in which Rhett and Link fake a first class flight vlog and the future of them being deserted in an island three years from now.

The Plot Hole

This is the time I should explain the title of this post. There is a massive plot hole in the episode and it is an intentional one. The way we can tell it is intentional is because our attention is drawed multiple times throughout the video towards it. Here are some examples:

"Without ever having to leave Burbank" - Rhett

"Since this is a simulation-" - Link

"...to fake fly us to fake Singapore wearing a fake mustache" - Rhett

"Well, it tastes like it might be juice but it's a simulation!" - Rhett

Link: "We're moving"... Rhett: "Oh it almost feels like it hehe"

"I gotta say, this is the smoothest takeoff I've ever experienced" - Link

"Since Mythic Air flight 138 operated at a real world altitude level of zero feet above ground we're not anticipating any flight safety issues" - Flight Attendant

Get it? They were in Burbank in a simulation of a flight. They never left. They go out of their way so many times to make it absolutely clear they are not moving and they are faking the whole thing. So, how on earth did the disaster and its consequences prove to be real???

At this point we should also acknowledge that there is not any technical evidence, there is no footage - how could there be one after all - that the plane somehow crashed and Rhett and Link survived the fall and were washed ashore to some desert island. This is the general implication but like we saw it is a very faulty one because it makes no sense. Which means that if we want to be precise about what could have happened in those three years between the vlog shooting and them being castaways, there are two possibilities:

It is a fantastical story in which the lie somehow morphed into a truth, it transcended into reality and caused all these consequences or

the technical issue / fall in the flight was just part of the prepared experience by the Mythical Crew, like everything else. We stop witnessing before the fall but it doesn't mean it didn't stop at some point, Rhett and Link continued the vlog, returned home and they ended up as survivors in a desert island after making the real vlog in a later time.

Now, I don't have an opinion or preference on which is the better theory between the two but I think that as symbolisms they signify pretty much the same thing. In order to understand this, we need to examine what each segment of the video stands for.

The Flight

This is very easy. The whole segment of the First Class Flight symbolises Mythical and, most notably, GMM. Everything that happens in this vlog is a conflation of all the most typical GMM formats and running jokes together.

Counting, we have: 1) the Mythical Crew crafting and the attention down to the smallest detail, 2) not consuming alcohol due to youtube rules, 3) their whole experience is curated by the Mythical (Plane) Crew, 4) precautions taken for dangerous Link, 5) Link interrupting the pilot (Stevie), 6) Mythical kitchen outdoing itself, 7) Rhett and Link tasting stuff, 8) Link typically going for what Rhett wants / has, 9) Link being super picky with the food, 10) Link not ceding to compliment Rhett to save his life, 11) Link oversharing and then Rhett making him feel worse for it, 12) Link's sexual but meaningless jokes (coconut in the pants / mile high club), 13) Link being extra particular about getting the perfect angles and shots, 14) Rhett and Link made to do something intimate together with stupid excuses just for the shippers (changing together, touching butts, sleeping together), 15) Link being grossed out, 16) indirect reference to Link's much discussed herpes, 17) Mythical grooming products, 18) doing something physically strenuous but ridiculous, 20) feeding each other, 21) smelling stuff blindfolded, 22) Rhett winning and / or doing something impressive, 23) Rhett winning the prize (here, picking what TV show to watch), 24) synchronizing in everything.

They squeezed in this "vlog" everything they typically do in Mythical episodes. The plane and the flight stand for Mythical, this space Rhett and Link have carved around them and it is what has made them rich and, to a degree, what keeps them secure. Also, the fact that it stands for Mythical is not subtle at all actually:

And in case you did not realise, THIS IS MYTHICAL.

The presence of their company has not been so emphatically stressed in other videos and it makes sense both at face value and subtextually because this is of course who is behind the making of this supposed vlog according to the plot, however we will see now why this matters a lot as a metaphor as well.

The Simulation

This is actually part of the Flight segment but I really want to talk about it on its own because it is the most essential part of the video. I believe this is why they made that video and this is also why it is the first episode of Wonderhole.

Like they clarify, this is not a vlog. It is a test video in place of the actual vlog they wanted to do but weren't sure the fans would approve of. So, they decided to test the waters by spending budget to frivolous Mythical simulations in order to minimize the risk and check the fans reactions, before proceeding with the actual vlog. I have explained many times that this is exactly what I believe it is happening with all their scripted content, especially the recent ones (TLCOBC onwards) and this is what is happening with Wonderhole too. This is the first episode because it is the warning, if you will, regarding what Wonderhole truly is. In short, this first episode is the shrunk simulation of Wonderhole itself, if not their situation for quite some time. Don't forget that last year Link had said there was a very specific question they wanted to get an answer to in regards to people's response to their scripted videos and by the end of the year they both concluded that aside from the positive reviews they had not received the exact response they wished for. (This is why Wonderhole is also going to be bolder than last year's videos, you are seeing this already. Because there is more despair to get the specific response.)

This explains why it didn't matter whether Rhett and Link survived the plane crash either through a fantastical transcendance to reality or in a later time but we do not see it; because it means disaster ensued either because they danced too close to the fire with their simulations / scripted content and people realised it had to be real or because they ignored alarming cues from the audience, went through with the "real" content and that's when the disaster took place. Both are possibilities and whichever one is the one that happens, in their minds the result is the same: they end up stranded and forgotten in a desert island by themselves.

Before proceeding with the final segment, there are more significant layers to the simulation. There are three times when Rhett and Link hear a concerning noise from the plane: when they touch butts in the bathroom, when there is an implication for Link's herpes and when they are together in bed. So those sobering noises happen in moments of relatively more intimacy. Rhett and Link then watch a trash reality show with a frankly weird premise, hot singles go to underdeveloped countries to perform surgeries as complete amateurs?! Wow. Perhaps there is meaning to it but I couldn't find it. The interesting thing here is that even this reality show has the element of practicing something dangerous through simulation. The show host tells the players they have the chance to perform a surgery in a practice before being exposed to the real thing. This is exactly when chaos unfolds, the show is paused and the pilot screams in panic. And at that moment we have what I think is the most important, the most telling screenshot so far:

Rhett and Link then embrace, waiting for the end, while they confess to each other things we all know. As they are looking for something super special to confess, Link says Rhett's balls are hanging out at that moment too. I don't think there is a sifnigicance to this unless the implication was that Rhett had removed his pants while we were unsuspectingly looking at the reality show! But, honestly, I don't think we got the equivalent of the announcement this was an allegory for. They didn't push for anything more there other than the notion that it was time for a most pivotal confession.

Lastly, let's also examine Link's quote early in the episode: "We like closing one eye, because it immerses us in something that's not really happening". This can be interpreted in various ways. Does it mean that we close our eyes in order to see something that is not true or does it mean that if we opened our eyes, then we would see what is really happening? These may seem similar but there is all the difference in the world between them.

It is very interesting however that the theme recurs later with the reality show: the participants perform eye surgeries like cutting cataracts, so there is this repeated theme of wanting to improve what one's eyes see. Alas, they are amateurs which means the surgeries are likely to lead to disaster before they lead to the much desired "eye opening".

The Desert Island

Believe it or not, this is in my opinion the least important segment or, maybe, the one least packed with information. That segment expresses their conviction of how they will survive a potential disaster. They appear removed like recluses but they stick together. Of course, their big longing will be to keep making videos, even if they don't have the means anymore or even if nobody cares to watch. This is about their professional life. Then:

"When left alone Rhett and Link exhibit all sorts of strange behaviours"

Aside of hopelessly trying to work and create, we are presented with what their life is likely going to be privately post-plane crash / disaster. Almost everything we see involves a level of physical intimacy; Rhett massages Link, "their" version of poker (which involves nipple stimulation), trying to make wine (like the notorious wine they made in puberty), skygazing together, checking each other for dermatological issues, sharing their thoughts and the classic joke of changing SOS to SEND TACOS, an indication that they are having enough of a good time to not really try to be rescued and return to their previous lives, with their old job and families. Oh, and having sex with the sex bush. This is the boldest imagery in this episode because we see them... uh...rub themselves on the sex bush (at the very least), not only in each other's presence but also while clasping hands. I don't think I have to tell you this but this is canonically engaging in the same sexual activity because it's like they are masturbating while holding hands. Now, if Rhett considers this a wild leap of logic indicative of "us the Rhink shippers", I don't know what to say.

There is also a very interesting lyric in their song. Watch how it is phrased:

"Sharing peanut butter because we are peanut butter lovers, lovers as in, we're both loving peanut butter. Not that we are making love with one another... We got a bush for that."

What exactly does this mean? We are making love with a bush instead of one another or we are using the bush to make love with one another and not the peanut butter? It sounds more like the former one but the imagery suggests the latter. I don't know. It could also mean that they are really tiptoeing around each other while still keeping their sexual life straight. We are not making love with the peanut butter (gay sex), we have a bush for that (straight sex). But then we see that in the bush they are really pushing the limits between them. It could be all of these things.

Bush aside, what does the peanut butter symbolise on its own? Link denies he is aroused by it but he readily admits he wants to "eat it out" and Rhett follows immediately, the more Link opens up. Again, we see once more Link to be the first one to voice his desire and of course Rhett jumps at it at a moment's notice. This is the case also in Digging the Medium-sized Hole, in the Puzzle, in the Brown Diamond. But then we have this strife caused between them as they cannot decide who should take the "first scoop". Like, who will break the seal of the peanut butter? To be honest, I think this is the drama that anal might have caused between two ex-Christian very traditional dudes. Like, who takes one for the team. Both of them claim the position of sticking their spoon to the peanut butter. Link has the argument that he should be the one to do it because he is the guy into peanut butter while "what Rhett really is is a bean guy" (bean is a slang for clitoris, so he's more into female genitalia, more hetero than Link). Rhett on the other hand doubts Link's versatility in sex (has happened IRL as well) so he doesn't want to cede the position of control to him.

Link: I got a lot of novel grill ideas. Rhett: Like what? Link: Like, the grill that uses the heat generated from rubbing your hands together. Rhett: ...And then you place them on the food?! Link:...... Yep. Rhett: So, the Link Neal Grill is just hands?!

Link is shamed for being too vanilla.

After a lot of talking it out, their eyes are opened to what they wanted all along. Link admits Rhett might like peanut butter just as much and Rhett admits that Link might be as competent in this as he is (find the peanut butter). They decide to each take a scoop from one side of the top and then enjoy it together. I mean, none of this is a great analogy but the most plausible scenario is that in order to overcome their conservative inhibitions and their sense of pride, they had to both agree to engage in this in absolutely equal terms. In short, to switch. Which I totally believe could be the case in reality as well.

The way the sex bush contrasts with the peanut butter makes it all rather confusing because we can also tell this does not proceed in a chronologically linear way at all, let alone that we have a blend of past and future here. But don't worry too much because the result is the same. By putting the peanut butter on leaves from the sex bush and then consuming it, they have canonically exchanged sex fluids. I could have said this from the beginning of this segment and save me of all this struggle.

[deusvervewrites]

Clones: Whose DNA was used to make Uraraka and Hatsume? How does it change their Quirks?

You know I forgot to mention their Quirks before, thank you for reminding me. Here, from my notes, Uraraka and Hatsume's Quirks, respectively.

Quirk: Full Gravity. Emitter. User can manipulate the gravity of anything they touch, allowing for near telepathic control over the object, as well as the ability to increase its gravity, crushing it. This Quirk has a high conductivity, allowing it to spread from the initial point of contact. The user can also command their own gravity in order to simulate flight.

Quirk: Mechanism. Transformation. The user can transform parts of their body into advanced machinery. The greater the user’s understanding of said machinery, the more complicated and powerful it can become.