#LAX

[ysociety]

[louxosenjoyables]

LAX

[oldshowbiz]

Smog (1962) starring City of Los Angeles

[humanoidhistory]

A spaceport on a backwater planet, illustrated by Lloyd Birmingham for the cover of Analog, February 1962.

[todayontumblr]

Thursday, July 6.

Rhonda Perkins would like to fight you.

I mean, you've got five hours to kill...

...and say, speaking of killing, it seems you've got a decision to make. You could sit squashed in your seat and spend the time reading a book. You could flick through the inflight catalog of overpriced, well, just about everything. You could stare out of the window at the majesty of the cities shrinking into the palm of your hand; becoming lost and adrift in the mists of clouds; looking out over endless tides of white and endless blue expanse above you; at the changing vistas of sea, landscapes, and cities. You could listen to music. You could even have a little sleep. You sit and graze on snacks, with your eyes staring empty and happy into space, and your jaw chomping down rhythmically like an airborne llama. You decide to browse your phone, albeit within the limits of airplane mode. It is then, as your eyes gaze vacantly at the screen in your palm, you receive a most unexpected notification.

Because here, on this flight from Los Angeles International Airport to Newark Liberty International Airport, New Jersey (thank you @bastardofthebog), it seems you managed to get yourself a rather good seat. A window view, ample leg room, and the only seat on the plane in which you can actually lean back, kick back, and relax. It's near the toilet, and there is no one sitting next to you. The crying baby is at the back of the aircraft; it's basically in another postcode. Your seat is also near the front, next to the trolley for overpriced drinks and snacks (you don't actually buy anything, of course, it's 2023 after all, and times are tough. But it's great to feel like a VIP.) It's conveniently next to the emergency exits in case of... well. You know. In case.

This prime seat of yours has not gone unnoticed; this much is evident from the notification on your phone. Rhonda Perkins is on this same flight. Rhonda Perkins has noticed your seat, and she likes what she sees. What you have to understand is when Rhonda Perkins likes what she sees, she gets what she sees. She weighs 108 lbs and she is 5ft 2 inches. She surveys the top of your head leaning back into the chair. Her fierce gaze, direct and cast downwards, rests upon the horizon of seats like a menacing sunrise. The inexplicable notification on your phone informs you that Rhonda Perkins would like to fight you for this prized place on your journey toward New Jersey. The passengers don't know, but they will. The walkway is clear. You feelin' lucky, kid?

She is waiting x

[inflateftm]

I've never been so bloated that my shirt is lifted up a lil' bit.

Also! I shaved my belly.

[littleolfandomblog]

people are always so surprised when i tell them kevin is my favorite. he's so brutish and rude and doesn't even try to understand and... whatever else. but for me, i started playing sports as soon as I could walk. kevin's need to be the best no matter what is something that feels carved into my bones. i need to push the boundaries of what is possible. and it makes me sound insane sometimes. exy is part of kevin's dna, but i don't think it would matter whether he played exy or rugby or football or something else entirely. he would still need to be the best.

[laur-kay]

[ex-frat-man]

[louxosenjoyables]

[beatsboy]

liminal spaces - LAX at 4am // 5.22.24

[humanoidhistory]

Los Angeles International Airport (LAX), 1985, photographed by Elisa Leonelli.

(Claremont Colleges Digital Library)

[eightiesfan]

1985

[oldshowbiz]

Airport. Los Angeles Airport.

[frattystuff]

[inflateftm]

Can we get a tummy update?

On the coffee and laxative backdoor-bloat?

I mixed 5 dl of coffee,1 ml of laxatives and the rest water (so in total I think half a liter?)

It didn't take long until I swelled up like crazy. My lower belly became painfully (in the best way ofc) swollen and then -

the rumbling came. A few small "warning"-rumbles. So I was like huh alright and went doing some of the dishes and then -

GROWL.

The thunder started. It was fairly easy to hold it all in so my guts became bubblier and gassier as the time went on. My entire left side and underneath my navel was absolute chaos.

My intestines groaned and gurgled,I felt everything shift through me and just growled non stop.

Due to the laxatives,I got a ton of gas bubbles swirling around in my pregnant-looking gut so I got some gas pains but it was worth it.

I spent the entire night with a gurgling,grumbling and pissed off belly. I was swollen for hours and I laid in bed,cradling my belly. Bubbling and brewing something fierce.

For those who like this: I farted almost non-stop. It was a ungodly amount of gas that had been brewing.