#Mach Loop

[nocternalrandomness]

1952 Vampire operated by the Vampire Preservation Group seen low in the Mach Loop

[usafphantom2]

RAF TORNADO GR4 Low level past Bluebell in the Mach Loop

Credits: Neil Bates

@CcibChris via X

[eltristanexplicitcontent]

Awesome Mach Loop Madness: F-15 Strike Eagle!!

[emvisual]

Aquí está todo: volar, velocidad, aviones, fotografía... Los pilotos, además, posan haciendo maniobras para que salgan bien las fotos. Es el Mach loop en Gales.

Por hay pasan todo tipo de aparatos, desde Hércules a F35, Typhoon, Rafale, Apache, F15, Sikorski...

[rawshutterbug]

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[thestonecuttersguild]

Might be the best shot of the goblin that I've ever seen.

Lockheed F-117 Nighthawk

Photo by James Reeder

[goddesspharo]

fic: twenty percent skill, eighty percent beer Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman/Phoenix)

"You taught yourself quantum physics while you were stuck in a time loop?" (Or: the one where it is an inalienable truth of the universe that fucking around will always lead to finding out.)

I. Maybe she's still annoyed that it took her this long to figure out that she could've been wasting a whole lot of time doing him instead of drinking the worst cocktails invented by man, but Natasha's got nothing but time to spare now.

[bettysmagichut]

FUMKY MACH

i made it because there are no good Mach gifs

[rbtlvr]

& by the way i literally CONSTANTLY think about how loop uses the partys titles to create distance to remind themself that those arent 'their versions' of them. that theyre not loops party anymore. and yet and yet and yet

[chimerahyperfix]

You are a scientist. You like testing theories, making hypothesis. Working with dangerous materials that get you scolded. You are a scientist, and you are also a writer! You’ve swung at a few things before: sappy poems, work papers, crab, you’ve even attempted a horror short at Mirabelle’s inquiry. You’re favorite thing to write, though, are just basic letters.

You like to write letters. It's easier, to you, to write your thoughts on a piece of paper and hide it somewhere the recipient can find than to tell them what you think face-first. You’ve done it for years, long before you even came to the House to learn about the Change religion. A childhood habit that’s rolled over through your life like a wave on the sea.

So, of course, when time begins to loop, you write. Many, many letters. They all get lost to time when it twists back, and now, many loops in, that leaves a hole in your heart and a spot in your brain you can’t itch, for the words of each letter are mostly forgotten before you fight the King. It’s… fine, you guess? You can word things as many ways as you need to. Anything described can be described some more, after all.

For the first handful of loops, you wrote the same letters. Rather sappy, lovey things, your specialty. The furthest depths of your heart smeared onto a page for eternity, for you love and love and love, and you want those around you to know it.

Though as time trudges on, the same twenty four hours over and over in a nice single circuit built for it to run through, built by wishes and stars and twisted leaf-baring branches, so do your thoughts; therefore your letters move so, too, to adapt. More theoretical things. Questions. Ifs, ands ors buts and whys. Sadder ones after the bad loops, wailing and endlessly upset and mourning those who froze and those who were killed for standing in the King's way.

They get angrier as time goes on. More enraged. Wrath melts into the corners, edges fold and tear and warp under the weight. You stop delivering them, because you're here in this time loop hell to protect the ones you love, and you'd just make it worse if you gave them a letter like that.

You write a scathing letter, once. You write it after an absolutely abysmal loop, ending with blood and tears and probably the loudest you've ever screamed. It flows onto the page easily, and you leave it out on your desk, because you were hungry and hadn't eaten that loop with how beside yourself stressed you were.

Mirabelle finds it. Asks you, quite worried, if you're okay. You must've said something, and it had to be bad, because she flinched away from you like you'd tried to light her ablaze.

You panicked. Time looped.

Never again.

You hide them, after that. Shoved in your pillowcases or in piles of books, stacks of other papers. In the barrels. When you write only one or two you shove them in a bottle and push them to the back of your potions.

You're a shedding snake, a leopard changing its spots. Time is your prisoner and you are it's, and that melts into you as a human being until you are flesh and blood and twenty four hours that shouldn't continue.

Words spill from you, your mind, onto the page. You don't read them anymore. Just write and write and write, and tuck them away and pray no one finds them. You long for the days you could sit and write sappy love letters-- and sometimes, you still do them, but they're tinged with something, regret or rage or the absolute despair you feel, they're wrong, so they're tucked away as well. Letters just wrong, noticeably so. You’d be asked what’s wrong. Cornered. You can hear it now, “What’s wrong? What does this mean?” And all you can think of is the horrors you’ve seen.

One of these loops, whenever you get out, you expect to have a pile of ramblings with time-burnt letters and tear-stained edges. Whenever you get out, if there are any, you'll burn them. As a rite of passage, or something. A Change. Because time changed you, and the less people have to know about it the better. You can't get rid of your rotten voice or the tiredness in your bones or the way your brain has twisted to think, but you CAN get rid of letters.

You like to write. The horrors you write, of twisted time and dying and what being frozen in time is like— it can go. No one needs to know. No one WILL know. It’ll all fall on you, like every other crabbing thing in the time loops. And that’s okay, it’s enough.

[wowieeitsisa]

ELEVATOR GAME SAVE ME

not sure if I’m confident with Bive’s hcs but I’ll figure out + PILBY ^_^

[nocternalrandomness]

The stunning black F/A-18F of USN VX-9 "Vampires" cutting through the Mach Loop on a low level run

[usafphantom2]

As seen in Wales today. And very welcome.

credit Daffydd Phillips

@CcibChris via X

[eltristanexplicitcontent]

Watch These Fighter Jets Tear Through Winter Sunshine: Mach Loop!

[opelman]

Typhoon by Treflyn Lloyd-Roberts Via Flickr: RAF Typhoon ZK341 speeds past Bwlch in the Mach Loop on a low level training sortie. Aircraft: Royal Air Force Eurofighter Typhoon FGR.4 ZK341. Location: Bwlch yr Oerddrws, Gwynedd, Wales.

[emilialis]

A small detail I tend to enjoy in Kamen Rider is whenever they use transformation/toy sound effects to accentuate the more absurd comedic moments

Exhibit A (Kamen Rider Drive)