#National Airport

[istandonsnowpiles]

Curves and Lines

[paulpingminho]

[bigtoeinthewind]

The perfect view leaving out of National Airport.

[robpegoraro]

It's been a trying summer of travel--but I have to rate myself as lucky

I really, seriously can't complain about today's flight delay.

As I type this, I should be at Dulles Airport–except the plane that’s supposed to fly me from there to Boston is itself three hours and 14 minutes behind schedule because of what United’s app described only as an “unexpected operational issue.” The experience should be all too familiar to most of you. Unusually bad weather and short-staffed air traffic control centers–especially around New…

[pouryourselfacupoffuckrightoff]

When the republicans named DC’s National Airport after fucking Reagan, every native Washingtonian collectively said fuck off it isnt

It’s not like I give a shit about Sears or the word National, just stop fucking with our shit for no fucking reason

I'm embracing my inner boomer and deadnaming Twitter.

I shan't ever call it x. The youngins won't make me.

I'll not bow to the woke mob that wants me to recognize Twitter as x!!!

When God created Twitter he called it Twitter and god doesn't make mistakes!!

[nocternalrandomness]

A-7 from the AZ ANG 162nd TFG parked on the Guard Ramp at Tucson International - 1980

[superstarcadet]

"The flames persist and so do I." I SOMEHOW FINISHED DAY THREE OF @byler-week BEFORE THE DAY ENDED FOR ME?? Idk how but I did! A couple of my favorite panels of the week are in this set, so I hope you all enjoy it <3 Today's Prompts were: Defeated, Berry, Picking, Purple/Black color scheme Part One || Part Two

[leclercskiesahead]

Maybe pobrecito really started when Carlos was asked on BTG who is his fastest teammate and he said everyone is fast and went on to list every one of his teammates ever EXCEPT Pierre

[evilkaeya]

Taking teen skk to missions abroad must have been horrible. The world is their playground no matter where they are. They're never in their hotel rooms, they run down the hallways knocking on every door, Dazai keeps pushing people into the pool and Chuuya goes to the spa four times a day. They go missing for two days and come back in different clothes, Chuuya has a buzz cut, Dazai has a cat that looks like it fought three wars and a half, and with them is a foreign man who promises Mori he doesn't care if Mori has three children and receding hairline, he has seen his picture and has fallen in love with him ("Dazai kun who is this guy" "We found you a husband" "I don't need one" "Yes you do")

[laundrybiscuits]

“Eddie,” Robin says, eyes wide in a way that means trouble. “Edward Munson, I sincerely hope your last will and testament is in order, because you are going to completely and totally die when I tell you who just got hired at Scoops Ahoy.”

Eddie groans. “Don’t tell me Tammy Thompson is giving up on her Nashville dreams.”

“No, I hate you, shut up forever, you’ll never guess.” Robin pauses, then in a dramatic whisper she’s definitely picked up from Eddie himself, says: “Steve Harrington.”

“Jesus. No shit?”

“Yeah, I have to train him. Oh my god it’s the worst. He’s so bad at, like, everything.”

She shoves at his shoulder until he moves out of the doorway of the trailer, and flings herself backwards onto his couch. “Like! Okay! I showed up to my shift thinking it would be a completely normal day in which I would be bored out of my skull distributing frozen dairy products to the flotsam and jetsam of Hawkins, and Ned’s like, hey Robin, you’re showing the new guy the ropes today. And then that freaking jackass has the freaking nerve to say—” Her voice drops a full register. “Uhh, nice to meet you, I’m Steve. Nice to meet you! God!”

Eddie cringes sympathetically, sucking air between his teeth. There’s a special kind of indignity to being so completely and utterly below the radar of Hawkins High royalty, even former bearers of the crown. It’s not as if Hawkins is a big town; Eddie’s pretty sure he could pick every single person in the graduating classes of ‘84 and ‘85 out of a crowd. He’ll probably be able to do it for ‘86 too, though he’s trying not to think about it too hard. So he’ll be a senior again (again) this fall, whatever. It’s fine. It’s whatever.

Once in a while, he wastes some time really, really wishing he’d gotten to know Robin earlier in the year. Maybe even last year. For undying friendship reasons, yeah, but also because with her in his corner, he might’ve actually passed enough of his classes to fucking graduate on his second fucking try.

But he’d only actually met her, like actually met her for real instead of passing her in the hall sometimes, when he’d let himself get suckered into rejoining band. It wasn’t like he could’ve brought his guitar in, but he let it slip to Miss Genovese that he could read music and keep time, and they needed someone to wallop the bass drum, and he figured a little experience fucking around with percussion might be the one thing he could salvage from the year. He’d just…been so goddamn tired of feeling stuck, spinning his wheels. Music was something he could actually handle; something he could actually get better at. Something he could master. He's man enough to admit he needed a win.

The actual songs were all stuffy Holst and Sousa numbers, but they’d had some fun technical bits he spent his evenings hammering out for a couple weeks. And then right around the point when he’d gotten good enough to get bored and think about quitting like last time, it had somehow wound up that shooting the shit with the gangly weirdo in the trumpet section was one of the best parts of his day. Unfortunately, by the time they’d gotten close enough for her to start bullying him about homework and shit, it had been way too late to save his chance at walking that ‘85 stage with assholes like Steve fucking Harrington.

Not that Harrington would’ve even noticed, apparently.

��Anyway, the one singular saving grace about the entire situation is that he looks even dumber in the sailor costume than I do, so at least that will make me feel better about my life until he gets fired for burning down the ice cream freezer or something like that. Eddie, I cannot stress this enough: he is so bad at this job.”

Eddie very tactfully does not bring up the litany of screw-ups that Robin’s admitted to over the last couple weeks since she started at Scoops; he just says, “Buckley, it sounds to me like you might be in need of some quality relaxation time this fine evening. I can offer you a nice cold beer, some herbal refreshment…or a fiendishly weird new song to learn with an intro riff that'll make you cry.”

Robin, inveterate nerd of his heart, sits up immediately and chirps, “New song, please!” just like he knew she would. She’s going to run off and elope with his acoustic one of these days, and he’s not even mad about it.

“Coming right up, m’lady,” says Eddie. “I promise this entire Harrington situation will be over before you know it, and neither of us will ever have to think about him again.”

(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)

[alwaysbewoke]

[istandonsnowpiles]

Terminal 2

[purplewriter]

Thinking about this airport scene again and…

Mike brought flowers for El. Okay, a little bunch of flowers he probably picked only hours ago, but still. He did bring a gift for her. And to his best friend, his childhood bestie that he hasn't seen for months… nothing. This baby boy spent months to paint a absolute masterpiece for him. For nothing.

This leads me to one conclusion : or he was mad at him (for not reaching out to him, or jealous about a potential girlfriend). Or he is stupid.

And then there is El. She was looking forward to see him for the first time in months, but she didn't think to bring him anything. To her boyfriend she's supposed to be in love with. And yet she was mad after this "from Mike" thing.

You need to explain me this Jane !

[pointandshooter]

photo: David Castenson

[probatiostudies]

MISSA’S GOING TO BRAZIL AND NO ONE TOLD ME

[smolsleepyfox]

Powerwolf Tournament update:

The current round will conclude on Tuesday! Thank you for participating so much, we've had consistent vote numbers in the high 60s now <3

Thursday, meaning Halloween, will be the kickoff for the Cover Round Semi-Finals. There are only three polls, six contestants, after that we will jump straight into the next round for the main albums.