#MAYDAY MAYDAY

[clarkgriffon]

Willow Rosenberg + Outfits (Season 4)

[tasteleeknow]

i might need to be absolutely unhinged abt this later

[jelly-fish-wishes]

Aaahhh

AAAAAHHH

AAAAAAA

[here-for-fanart]

Me, fighting for my life, trying to get all the chapters of this fic loaded:

[aherdofbees]

[xayspancakeee]

oh my-

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HOLD ON

[youwerethedefeated]

Hinata Shoyo really is the greatest opponent huh...

I am being attacked from all sides

[full-hd-sun]

wooyoung: hyung, do you mind, if i sleep here?

wooyoung: *leans against san*

san's mind: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

wooyoung: hyung?

san's mind: AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! ANSWER HIM YOU IDIOT!

san: *clears his throat*

san: no i don't mind go ahead

wooyoung: cool, thanks

wooyoung: *nestles head in shoulder*

san's mind: MAYDAY MAYDAY! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! CUDDLING HAS BEEN ACHIEVED, I REPEAT CUDDLING HAS BEEN ACHIEVED!

[belleishavingamentalbreakdown]

dear tumblr I may not be the real peter b Parker BUT IM THE CLOSEST THING YALL GOT OKAY !!!!HAVE YALL SEEN MY BABY OMD, MAYDAY MY BELOVED CHILD AHHHH SO MANY HEARTS FOR MY BABY <333333

I TOLD YALL I ADOPTED HER!!!!!

GOD BLESS EVERYONE STAY HYDRATED <333

[tacofriend]

[girlinlotsoffandoms]

day nineteen - ptsd

notes: for those who wanted a follow-up to 'presumed dead' and 'survivor's guilt', this one's for you

TW for (another) plane crash

read on AO3 or below

Trauma was a beast. It didn’t discriminate against who it affected or how, it just did. Trauma could (and would) change every aspect of your life. Trauma could make you unrecognizable.

Kelly Severide was completely different after the plane crash than he was before.

To the untrained, unfamiliar eye, Kelly seemed fine. He did his job to the level of excellence that was usually associated with him, he still hung out off-shift at Molly’s with the rest of the crew, he still taught classes at the Academy, and he still spent the rest of his free time with Stella. Those who knew Kelly, however, knew better.

They were aware of the nightmares and sleepless nights, how he often isolated himself in the firehouse, how he was quieter than usual, and how he was still attending regular therapy appointments of his own volition despite already being cleared by the CFD’s psychologist; they saw it all.

It has been six months since the plane crash and Kelly’s friends and teammates still struggled to find a way to help him. In the initial days after the accident and Kelly’s return to Chicago, the CFD chaplain and psychologist stopped by the station to help them all through the shock and trauma. The further removed from the situation they got, the easier it became to return to “normal”. 

But not for Stella. And definitely not for Kelly. Their “normal” died when the plane went down and now, they were grappling with what their new normal would look like.

It was a challenge they faced every day.

… … …

Kelly was having a good day—a good week—for the first time in months. He’d been sleeping better, was more talkative, and had even started teasing Capp again. It was a welcomed sight for his wife and teammates. 

But all good things must come to an end, as had been the usual for a while now.

It all started when Squad was called out with Squad 7 to a rescue on Lake Michigan. Dispatch had reported a crash and they assumed, at first, that a few boats had collided. Pulling up to the scene, they quickly learned that was not the case. 

There, slowly sinking in the water of Lake Michigan, was a small plane. One of the wings had already sunk below the waterline and the rest of the plane was sure to follow soon. There was no time to waste; if there were still survivors, they needed out as soon as possible.

Cruz, Capp, and Tony shared a look before looking at their Lieutenant. This call was going to be a hard one, one that was sure to stir up some very unpleasant memories. If he needed to sit this one out, if he needed them to step up, they would with no hesitation and with no judgment. Even the guys from Squad 7 shot a look to Severide–news of the plane crash and Kelly’s almost demise had quickly made the rounds through the CFD, as had the after effects on Kelly. The CFD rumor mill was strong and things like that tended to spread fast.

They all watched as Severide took a deep breath and steeled himself. In a surprise to no one, Severide jumped right into action and started dishing out orders and directions. Within seconds there were Squad divers and boats in the water heading towards the plane. 

… … …

It was a hard rescue, physically and emotionally. The damage to the plane was worse than they expected and of the six passengers on the plane, three were still alive but only one made it to the hospital alive. It wasn’t until after all the bodies and rescuers were out of the water that all of the victims of the crash were in the same family.

The ride back to the firehouse was a quiet one; no one spoke, no one made the usual jokes to help lighten the mood as they normally did after rough calls. There was a heaviness in the truck, memories of a situation so similar just a few months prior stirring up all too familiar feelings of grief that the loved ones of the victims lost today would be feeling.

When they pulled back into the station, Cruz, Capp, and Tony all climbed out of the truck as soon as it was parked. They were almost to the common room before they realized Severide wasn’t following them. Turning to look back at the Squad truck, they noticed Severide was still sitting in his spot in the passenger seat, staring off into space.

“Should we?” Capp asked, gesturing towards Severide and the Squad truck.

Cruz sighed and shook his head. “Give him a minute and we’ll send Stella out to talk to him.”

They continued into the common room where the rest of their teammates were.

“Hey! Squad’s back!” Mouch called out. “How was the call?”

The members of Squad sighed and collapsed into the first seat they could find. They were bone tired, not just from the physicality required during the rescue but the emotional drain as well.

“That well huh?”

“A plane crashed into Lake Michigan,” Cruz answered, blankly. “Six victims, all members of the same family. Only one made it to the hospital alive and it’s touch and go.”

The rest of the team sat up quickly in their seats at the mention of a plane crash. Stella, specifically, looked ready to throw up. All the fear and emotion from six months ago came flooding back at the mere mention of a plane crash. “Where’s Kelly?”

“He’s in the truck still.” Cruz started but before he could finish Stella was out of her seat and rushing to the truck bay.

The others watched her leave.

“How is he?” Boden asked, fully prepared to call in replacements for both his Squad and Truck lieutenants.

“He was great at the scene—collected and professional as always.” Tony answered.

Capp continued. “He kind of shut down in the truck on the way back though. Then again, we all did.”

“It shook him up more than he wanted us to see,” Cruz added. “And now that he doesn’t have a rescue to focus on, I think it’s all hitting him.” 

Boden nodded. He couldn’t imagine what the Squad Lieutenant was feeling. “I’ll call in a floater for Kidd.” He looked at Cruz. “You okay to lead Squad for the rest of shift?”

“Yes Chief.”

… … …

Stella knew Kelly needed to go home after that call. She knew he wouldn’t be in the right headspace to continue the rest of the shift. She would’ve been more worried if he’d tried to fight her and Boden on the decision but the fact that he accepted being sent home without so much as a word told Stella the call had affected him far more than she realized. 

Kelly didn’t say a word the entirety of the ride home or the trip up to the loft. He barely made it in the front door before dropping his bag and heading to take a shower. 

Stella didn’t push or try to get him to talk. She knew he’d come talk to her eventually; she could see it bubbling up just under the surface. 

She tried to keep the nerves at bay while waiting for Kelly to get out of the shower but as ten minutes turned to thirty, Stella became even more worried. She made her way to the bathroom and knocked on the closed door. “Kelly?”

She heard the shower still running but didn’t hear a response from Kelly. Opening the door, Stella entered the bathroom where she found Kelly on the floor of the shower, pushed up against the glass wall with his knees to his chest. Despite not being in the water’s direct stream and the water still being hot, Kelly was shaking. 

Stella grabbed a towel, quickly turned the water off, and knelt down in front of Kelly. She draped the towel around him and it was then that Stella realized Kelly wasn’t shaking from the cold–he was shaking from the hyperventilating sobs wracking his body. Recognizing a panic attack, Stella moved closer to Kelly, the knees and legs of her jeans now thoroughly soaked from the shower floor, and grabbed his hand. “Kelly? Hey, focus on me. I need you to breathe..”

“I - I can’t.” Kelly choked out. 

“Yes you can,” Stella nodded encouragingly. She moved his hand to her chest. “Focus on my breathing.”  

It took several agonizing minutes but Kelly finally managed to get his breathing under control. When Kelly was ready, Stella helped him dry off and get changed and sat him on the couch with a cup of coffee while she quickly ducked into their bedroom to change herself. 

She joined Kelly on the couch and her heart hurt to see his hands still shaking. Stella just hugged him close, vowed to be there for him whenever he was ready to talk, and prayed this was just a blip in his recovery and not an entire setback.

[apocalyp-tech-a]

Finally got Chapter 2 up. Mayday wakes up in an observation room at Mt. Tantiss.

[genericficerblog]

Bad Batch Appreciation Week Day 4: Did you know Flying is about a feeling?

The next part of my @tbb-appreciation-week 2024, Day 4: Did you know Flying is about a feeling? Featuring Arla (FKA Omega), Hera and Fenn Rau (Yes two N's is the correct spelling), is now live on ff.net and AO3. The first of three fanfics for this prompt and the NSFW prompt of the day.

Content Warning: LGBT Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence

[tbb-appreciation-week]

(Image text and NSFW prompt are under the cut)

We're halfway through!! Today's question is what makes a great pilot, skill or heart? And who's the best in the galaxy far far away? Maybe you can share your argument why Tech or Omega should hold the title.

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TAGS FOR TODAY. [Use those that are relevant to your work only.]

#tbbaw2024 #the bad batch appreciation week 2024 #did you know flying's about a feeling? #top gun au #"mayday mayday" #fen rau #[nsfw prompt] #fanfic #fanart #gifset #[or any other medium] #[trigger warnings] #nsfw #[any other relevant tags]

And for those who cross-post to the collection on Ao3: Don't forget to add The Bad Batch Appreciation Week as an Additional tag!!

DAY 4: Did You Know Flying's About a Feeling?

Top Gun AU

"Mayday, mayday!"

Fen Rau

Palette: #0F5257, #0B3142, #7F675B, #87B38D, #EEC170

(NSFW) Sex on a plane

[notnowricky]

Happy one month anniversary to May 11th 2024 aka videogate day* and the reactions from the fandom.

People were upset but understanding, sad but supportive.

Me? Not supportive. Not understanding.

I was standing in the cleaning supplies aisle of my local drugstore scream-whispering to my bestie about his hair.

Fans hypothesized that Red Light marked a new era for him and maybe he didn’t identify with his older mv anymore. Maybe in the course of reinventing himself he needed to shed his past and we had to accept that.

Well, I’m here to tell you that I was not that girl. I was this girl ⬇️

Don’t take the stuff I love!! Please, I can’t take it.

My outburst also prompted one of the most hilarious text messages I have ever received.

I’m so glad that after all these years I can still surprise my bestie. It’s priceless.

And thanks for giving ’em back Omar. Don’t ever do that again.

💖

*In case you don’t know, several of Omar’s older music videos suddenly disappeared from his YouTube channel that day: Dum Acoustic Version, La mesa, Om om och om igen, På min telephone toda la noche, Jag e nån annan, Todo de ti… The fandom was flustered.

[derangedanomaly]

"Your lucky to have him... I had to learn everything I have by myself alone... I... I wish I didn't had to learn all alone..." - he said and took a bite, tasting it with passion

"Horror cooked those, I know when he does, it usually has more chocolate but at the same time something a bit bitter to not be so sweet and easy to not like..."

Nightmare hummed.

"Hmm... In my multiverse, Hor- ahem...... Ted. Doesn't cook. Chaos is in charge of all the cooking... He's... Good....at it."

Seems like he's avoiding the main topic...