#accident reports

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Employee accident report.

[kadigan2]

…me when I’m Richard C. Legg and the rest of the SL-1 maintenance crew, just coming back from Christmas break 1961

(JFC, the way Legg died is burned into my brain. You should totally read a good higher-level summary of the SL-1 accident, but don’t go looking for the actual autopsy reports unless you’ve got a strong stomach. I didn’t even see the photos; the description alone paints quite enough of a picture. It took a horrifyingly long time to find his remains, because people looked right at him without realizing he had been human.)

(At least it was quick.)

Seriously, though, this kind of NTSB or IAEA accident report is both utterly horrifying and, often, deeply reassuring — because they always end with the lessons learned. From deaths like Legg’s we’ve learned volumes about how to prevent them ever happening again. I’ve actually gotten even more confident about flying since I started reading plane crash reports, because of how mind-bogglingly thorough people are about making sure that no serious accident ever happens twice.

Of course it’s never 100%. Accidents happen and always will; sooner or later, nature or human stupidity or blind, brutal chance will break the strongest possible precautions. But the vigilance of investigators and regulators endures that the accidents are lesser every time. How many people would’ve died in the Hudson without the rigorous training of Chesley Sullenberger and his flight crew, lessons drawn from sixty years of trial and error? How many people should have died when Overseas National Airways 032 or Japan Airlines 516 burned on the runway, without all we've learned about how to evacuate a plane, and how to build one that resists lethal burning and lethal smoke for long enough to make evacuation possible? Those three crashes — all spectacular hull-loss crashes — ended with all 665 total people safe on dry ground.

I’ve really gotten fascinated with this stuff lately, and this is why.

I love those tumblr threads where the first person makes a vague post like "I am extremely sleep-deprived, should not be at work in this condition, and I will fuck technology itself. Behold man about to become a machine." And then someone replies something along the lines of "me when I am a simple engineer in [country that does not exist anymore] at [extremely specifically precise date] about to have a nice day at work."

And you gotta do some googling and find a wikipedia page about some poor fucker in like the 1800s who would not have gone down in history if it weren't for the way he got sucked into a horrible industrial machine dick first.

[indigo6f00ff]

need to share an experience i had 30 minutes ago

(edit: thanks to @walks-the-ages for providing and reminding me to put alt text, sorry it slips my mind alot lol)

[stationk17]

Travis during moonlighting part 1: Did we remember anything about the umbrastaff after we drank the stuff?

Me relistening: i think in going to throw up

[serial-unaliver]

if you have workaholic brand ocd don't worry, it won't last forever, after at least 3 hospitalizations from neglecting your health issues due to work you'll start to be more casual about working

[mikami1992]

I just saw a post of a FanArt of Richard Greyson winning gold medals at the Olympics…

so an idea comes to mind…

A crazy guy is stalking the US Olympic team, at first the classic letters from a disturbing stalker, worrying but not enough to do anything more than increase security and start an investigation, after all they are in the middle of the inauguration and there is not much that can be done…

they don't plan to cancel anything… until the truck where the athletes are leaving the event is sabotaged/attacked…

despite the vehicle overturning, most of them had a scare and some bruises… but there are several of them who were left with injuries that prevent them from continuing in the competition.

which should end with the withdrawal of some competitions by the United States… but luckily they meet some of the Wayne boys who came to see the event and they are willing to be substitutes, even if it's just to fill in the spots…

Meanwhile, the Batkids are taking some time off, and by unanimous decision (no one votes against Cas) they decide to go see the opening and some events of the Olympics, what they didn't expect was to find a case involving the Olympic team, where everything seems to point to someone within it, targeting other athletes.

So they decide to investigate from within.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 54

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

all i want for christmas by tusslee

“Listen,” Lance squeezes Keith’s fingers in his hands, “I’m as bad at this as you probably are and this is going to be really cheesy, but that’s the way I was raised and I know I act like an idiot around pretty girls, but I’m an even bigger idiot around you. Go ahead and try to guess why that is. No, actually don't do that."

this one is gonna be an xmas special!! even though im writing this before halloween lol. anyways. this was so cute!! lance being all stressed about what he should get keith bc he's all in love w him any everything. so real.

2. You're Here (Where You Should Be) by @blue-wanderer

"And if you’re worried about the cameras just take care of them.” “Take care—! Take care of them? With what, Keith?” “I don’t know?” Keith asks, busily testing his foothold in the gate and generally ignoring the rising storm cloud of ire behind him. “With a gun?” “A gun? This isn’t some sort of black ops storming an enemy base thing! This is a Christmas tree thing!” “I don’t see a difference? You’re the sharpshooter. Shoot out the cameras.” “Let me just pull a gun out of my ass, Keith!” “OK, problem solved,” Keith agrees, taking another step up the gate. “Nothing is solved you dumb country space redneck!”

Or Keith and Lance may be disasters at decorating, but Christmas still manages to work its magic on them.

i bookmarked this like a year ago and let me tell you all i needed to hear was dumb country space redneck and i was hooked 😭😭 and it lived up to the name fr. hate the canon ending? want lance to not be a farmer while still acknowledging his struggles with homesickness? want some whipped keith and meddlesome kosmo? want some cheesy xmas feels? click ahead!

3. make my wish come true by angelbolt

“A world where one has to fight for custody of one’s boyfriend is a godless one,” Lance muttered, slumping so he was leaning against Hunk. Shiro exchanged some final words with Kolivan before the screen blipped out. Ah yes, the ideal Christmas Eve: long boring talks and war meetings. Wonderful. ❆❅❆ keith comes home for christmas.

fun game idea: take a shot every time you see a klance xmas fic with a mariah carey lyric. lol. ANYWAYS yall know me and established relationship + early season dynamics!! i am obsessed!! and this fic delivers!! grumpy lance pov who just wants the rest of the world to fuck off for a couple days so he can have his bf around. he's such a voice of the people

4. i'll be home for christmas by @thespacenico

A severe bout of winter weather threatens to stop Shiro from making it home for his first Christmas with Keith. Shiro is ready to do whatever it takes to keep his promise.

okay this one is from darcy's i've got you brother, which i am obsessed with and have cried over several times, and which just recently updated! this fic is so cute and a adashi with young keith always fucking gets to me, man. they're just so. shiro being so desperately determined to keep his promise to young keith who has had so many promises broken that he doesnt even expect shiro to try. but is happy that he does. sobbing.

5. the greatest gift of all by dumpsterdiva

Keith’s mouth hung open for a few seconds before he stammered, “D-do you really mean that?” Lance looked a bit sheepish as he said, “I… It’s crazy, right? I mean, it’s way too soon. You know I was kidding.” Keith straightened up. “Well, I’m not. Marry me.” “What?!” “You heard me, you coward. Marry me.” “That’s the worst proposal ever!” “Worse than you threatening me with marriage so I would stop talking about how amazing you are?”

YOU GUYS KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT PROPOSAL FICS. i feel ksjbskdbqjdbqwlwd about them. okay. and throw in a christmas setting??? and banter?? and a MODERN AU?? i am doing my best, people. this fic had me shoving a pillow into my face and screaming.

that’s it for today!! happy holidays! merry christmas!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[thebramblewood]

Read an exclusive excerpt of "Chapter 5: The Mysterious Cal and Lily" from Tangled Vines: A Complete Investigation of the Vatore Disappearances, the bestselling phenomenon sweeping Sim Nation!

The advent of the Roaring '20s put a new city on the map. Prohibition was in full swing across the nation (though often loosely and selectively enforced), but citizens were more eager than ever to revel in excess. Producers of alcoholic beverages (including the Vatore family itself, having swiftly resumed business operations despite the loss of its future inheritors) transitioned to an outward emphasis on medical spirits while moving recreational production underground. Equally clandestine speakeasys began cropping up by the dozens, but one city's winding sidewalks, grimy storefronts, and labyrinthine system of underground tunnels made it particularly well-suited to hosting these secret locales. Soon enough, San Myshuno was the pinnacle of glitz, glamor, and elegant debauchery. All who attended a party wanted to be seen. Curiously, though, two of the names most often uncovered in tabloid archives, Cal and Lily, seemed to fully avoid the increasingly ubiquitous flash of the camera. While other frequenters of the speakeasy circuit often found their grainy black and white faces in print, providing endless fodder for the burgeoning gossip rag industry, this pair remained elusive, which of course sold even more papers. Fellow partygoers pitched first-hand accounts to the highest bidders, and readers clung onto every salacious word. Lily and Cal were always observed to arrive together, but she would soon make a beeline for the gramophone while he settled in at the bar. Nearly every report calls Lily an exquisite beauty with an almost supernatural ability for drawing men into her orbit. In some instances, partygoers describe a herd of suitors nearly erupting into fisticuffs as they competed for her attention. It is impossible to say how many of these accounts are exaggerated or even fabricated. Nevertheless, it is clear she was quite the force. At the end of the night, she would leave with her chosen companion, stupefied by his stroke of good luck, on her arm. Meanwhile, Cal would watch listlessly from a distance, nursing a glass of whiskey he was never observed to actually drink. The relationship between the two was unclear, as was his reason for accompanying her, as he seemed to have little interest in the raucousness surrounding him. He rarely engaged with other guests or even Lily herself, though there is at least one report of an argument in which he seemed with little success to be dissuading her from leaving with yet another man. One cannot help but draw parallels to a certain set of siblings with suspiciously similar names. Despite being younger, Caleb Vatore was always said to be protective over his sister Lilith's interests, even if she rarely heeded his advice. Digging into the newspaper archives at Myshuno Meadows Library unearths several more disturbing accounts. Increasingly, there were whispers that the men Lily seduced completely vanished from San Myshuno society after coming into contact with her. While there was a small spike in unsolved murder cases at the time, a concrete connection between the victims and the mysterious Lily cannot be made. In one story, which admittedly reads like a hallucinatory drug trip, Lily is described as a succubus with glowing red eyes and sharp blood-stained teeth. This account was clearly dismissed, for its revelations were never entertained further. All at once, the champagne and glitter dissolved into a more sober era, and these socialites vanished from public life just as swiftly. In isolation, similarities between Cal and Lily and the disappeared Vatore siblings may seem like mere coincidences. In truth, it cannot even be proven that they existed. No official records matching either individual have been discovered. One could argue that they were works of fiction concocted to boost sales or composites drawn from several individuals. However, considered alongside the evidence to be presented in later chapters, the theory that this duo and the Vatores are one and the same becomes too tantalizingly probable to dismiss.

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another, Jan Heller Levi//Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds, Ada Limón

[hoboblaidd]

#canceled because you cannot be trusted with the collective braincells

I don't know what you're talking about, every single one of my plans throughout history has worked (please don't look up the history or what my plans were just trust me on this one)

[somereaderinblue]

Deadmeat Rem AU

We've seen Twin Swap AUs & recently, I've thrown my own hat (re: Purple Hyacinth AU) into the loop. However, upon rereading @lost-technology's Survivor's Guilt fic & going through our dms, I propose a more unorthodox role swap prompt:

AU where Vash & Rem swap places.

Vash is a Plant engineer who became a SEEDS navigator after losing Alex (he can be Vash's bf or relative in this AU). He's there when Tesla is born & has to live on after her (murder) death (which was his fault, he should've been better, should've done more, fought harder, they were gifted an angel & they slaughtered her). He's the goofy dad who's there through the twin's formative years, desperately trying to be better because he knows his best isn't & never will be enough.

And okay, I'm spitballing a bit here, but imagine: how would this impact Rem? The poignancy of her character comes from her role as much as her personality. In canon, she seemed to be an only child, so how would having Nai as an older brother affect her? How would she handle the Humanoid Typhoon's role? We, as the audience have only known canon!Rem through the 1 year Vash spent with her & snippets of her past, so how would her 150 year life span go?

Or if you want to shake things up further, maybe Nai & Tesla swap roles too. Maybe Nai is the one born first. A boy Plant who could produce metallic material, a weapon at worst & a tool at best. They name him Knives so no one forgets that & Vash nicknames him Nai to say 'no, I do NOT agree with that!'.

Thus, Tesla (maybe with electricity powers??) is the one who decides to end humanity because god forbid women commit crimes /j. Is this is also lowkey inspired by @shelternmberone's Roleswap AU? Yes. GIVE US MORE VILLAIN TESLA AUS!

If you want to go another mile: maybe Luida & Brad take Meryl & Milly/Roberto's places as Ship 3's residents & investigative reporters/insurance agents respectively.

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, the sky's the limit rlly, which is the whole point of AUs like this.

[nym-wibbly]

What about...

crazy!Cas x Dean smut?

Gosh! What about it?!

Cas is literally flighty in that state, and Dean's a hot mess of unresolved issues and stress. So much angst if they chose that moment to have a thing.

[askmstau]

note: you're the worst (i love you)

wc: 1356 rated: teen warnings: none pairing: jimmy/scar

fic under cut!!

Considering that it’s the weekend and that it’s now Hotguy’s time to shine since he has the free time to do something that isn’t petty stealing from Canary; today sure is boring. 

There was nothing actually interesting happening, and he's already done his once-over from a bird’s-eye view to see if there was anything that he could jump in on. Alas, he came up with nothing. He decides to fly up once again- higher compared to before -and scans over the surrounding area. 

No Watcher shenanigans today, it seems, since there was a lack of pink, gold, and white. However, there appears to be a certain yellow-winged bird on patrol. Well, he definitely knows whose attention he’ll be looking for today. He flies back down, landing in the general vicinity of the Rank 6 hero dubbed Canary. He winces a bit at the harsh landing, but he manages to shake it off rather easily.

There is no specific plan of action today, he just feels like being a general nuisance. Even if there were one, he has nothing other than his bow, arrows, and a few smoke bombs, so he couldn’t do damage even if he wanted to. Other than murder- which isn’t exactly his style. 

(But to be fair, neither was targeting heroes to the degree he has been as of late. Let alone specific ones. That was usually M77’s job.)

He notches an arrow into his bow and aims right at the side of Canary. Far enough away so he doesn’t get hit, but close enough to spook the songbird.

 

“Hawkeye!” The arrowhead firmly embeds itself into the wall next to the hero, making the man jump- just the reaction he was looking for. 

The canary hybrid spins around swiftly, his eyes landing on the shapeshifter- who was currently a wood elf that is very proud of himself.

“Well, hello there!” He waltzes up to the avian, casually pulling the arrow out from the wall, assessing the damage done to the point, and putting it back in his quiver. “Fancy seeing you here!”

Canary… didn’t look the happiest. Which- to be fair he did kind of scare him. And he’s been stealing from him for the past month, so it’s not like it’s unjustified. It’s just- not the desired reaction! Okay, wait, that sounds kind of bad, pause-

“You.” Uh oh, off the wingfolk goes- or, that’s what he thought. Rather than the usual frustrated spiel he was expecting, he felt a gloved hand on his exposed back push him roughly into the building, knocking some of the breath out of him. His trusted bow gets knocked out of his hand, landing on the ground unceremoniously with a thump against the worn dirt.

Oh. This ones new. He’s definitely not going to be thinking about that later-

He feels his hands being moved behind his back, and he hears a metal click.

Oh. He’s being arrested. He really should have expected this to happen. Shame- disappointing, even! He thought Canary was better than this! The cuffs aren’t even power dampeners, just plain old metal! Shouldn’t he know that they’re basically useless to him?

At least he jumps on opportunities- “I’ve been looking for you, you know.” Which- wait, what? He gets tugged back by the handcuffs on his wrist, and he feels his face flush pink at getting manhandled like this.

“I- what- what? You have?” Usually, heroes don’t go looking for him unless he’s done something to warrant them looking- which to be fair, he’s been stealing Canary’s things, but he’s done plenty worse! This really shouldn't be the breaking point! He hasn’t even done anything today! Well, outside of scaring Canary at least- but that’s not even a criminal offense!

“I- hah, not that I wasn’t expecting a cat and mouse chase, of course. That’s usually how it goes with me and he- roes…” He trails off at the hand on his chin, gently coaxing him to look at the songbird. 

It’s reached the point where he can’t even act like denying it. He’s definitely going to be thinking about this later.

“Sure have, sweetheart.” Okay. He feels his face burn red. He didn’t have to do that to him- “Remember the notes you’ve been leaving? The ones that appear after something has conveniently gone missing?” The Rank 6 pauses, giving Hotguy a chance to respond, but is met with silence. In his defense, his brain is going a mile a minute, and with no room to spare for a reply.

The canary hybrid continues, “I read them. I've read them, and you’re not sorry, are you? I- This is just a game to you, isn’t it? You’re not very subtle about it, Hotguy.” He's shoved back into the wall and released from Canary's grip, making him stumble slightly from not relying on the avian’s hold.

Since he's now mobile, he flips around to look at Canary face to face and- wow he's closer (and much to his chagrin prettier) than expected. The man is wildly gesturing with his hands while talking- which he distantly thinks that he should probably start listening- but that doesn't mean he will.

“Not a word I said went through that pretty head of yours, huh?” The villain sputters an excuse and stumbles forward from the collar of his shirt getting yanked by the shorter. “I- ah- listen! Listen, I was a bit preoccupied but- but! I am all ears now, yup! Absolutely!”

“I- Why did I even bother. Of course you weren’t listening.” Canary mutters and sighs and lets go, putting a hand on his hip before being met with a face full of blue and orange feathers, accompanied by a lack of a certain shapeshifter. He sputters and spits out any that managed to get into his mouth, before looking around for the archer.

Nothing, which honestly isn’t a surprise in the slightest. It’s more of a wonder that he didn’t run off sooner. He picks up the bow that was left pathetically on the ground before dusting it off. Well, he supposes two can play at the stealing game. At least until Hotguy inevitably returns for his bow- and to probably steal some mundane item he has for attention.

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Cub doesn’t even blink twice when Scar suddenly appears in the room, purple particles surrounding him, and his hands behind his back. He sends a dead skulk tendril to easily break the metal without looking up from the papers he’s grading. It was routine at this point, and they went through the motions like clockwork.

Scar waltzes up to vex hybrid, his body shifting to mirror the vex features. His wings twitch at the new thrum of magic in his veins. ”Well hello there, Cub!” He uses the table to stabilize himself, an ache in his knee presenting itself after his adrenaline started to die down.

“You’re here early. Aren’t you- aren’t you usually out until dusk?” He looks up from the research papers he’s reading for the first time since Scar came in. “Something must’ve happened if you’re back here, man. You good?”

Scar’s face changes from being winded, but still happy, to a flustered scowl. “Canary happened.” He looks off to the side while Cub leans in, abandoning grading essays altogether, far more invested in what Scar has to say, now that he has his attention.

“Oh? You have to- you gotta tell me what happened then, man. As long as it isn’t the same two stories you’ve been telling, I’m all ears.” Scar moves over, grabbing a nearby chair, and pulling it in. “So even though it’s the weekend, today’s been pretty boring, right?”

.

.

.

(Unbeknownst to Scar, the interaction between Canary and Hotguy was somewhat planned. Canary knew that the handcuffs weren’t power disablers, because he never wanted to capture him properly in the first place. He isn’t even able to properly arrest him, he’s too low ranked. 

He just… wanted to say what was on his mind…. sure. And maybe watch the shapeshifter squirm- but that’s between him and whatever deities are watching, and whichever poor reporter managed to witness whatever happened.)

[gayforcarstairsgirls]

Great so now we're outing children/teenagers to their parents! And therefore possibly endangering them! Fantastic!

[fonixen]

Dyce convincing the reporter to play videogames with him for a stream (the reporter has not touched a videogame in their life)

[ragweed-babey]

AU where they are also Learning 👀

I kind of referenced this idea in my first drawing of Claire further down my page but I love it so MUCH -

I imagine they have a more friendly relationship with each other than the main 3 ? But they aren’t usually as chipper as they are in the actual episode - they’ve just spoken with the Carehound too much to feel anything but the joy of employment :)