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[justposting1]

Is Flying First Class Worth It? A Breakdown of Costs, Comfort, and Perks

Unveiling the World of First-Class Air Travel: Is It Worth the Price? Perks, Costs, and Insider Tips You Need to Know Is Flying First Class Worth It? A Breakdown of Costs, Comfort, and Perks For many, the idea of flying first class evokes images of ultimate luxury—spacious seats, gourmet meals, and a travel experience that feels more like a five-star hotel than a plane ride. But with ticket…

[xoxojuyo]

Out of reach pt.1 - jungkook

𐙚 summary: you meet the man of your dreams during a flight, but he seems to be out of reach…

𐙚 pairing: lawyer!jungkook x nepobaby!reader

𐙚 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS SERIES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT

𐙚 word count: 1,8k words

𐙚 warnings: jungkook is older than reader, they get very comfy with each other super quick, hold ing hands, kissing, jungkook has a gf, infidelity

𐙚 a/n: this is meant to be a series, it’ll get filthy in the future. Hope you enjoy it 🤍 pt.II

The soft hum of the airplane engines filled the air as you settled into your seat in the first-class cabin of Flight KE902 from Paris to Incheon. You tucked your Hermès blanket neatly around your lap, ready for the long journey home. The lavish seat next to you was meant to remain vacant—an indulgence your parents had arranged for your privacy. After all, the daughter of South Korea’s leading pharmaceutical magnates and Cartier’s latest muse wasn’t accustomed to sharing space, much less during a 12-hour flight.

You glanced out the window, watching the Paris night fade into streaks of neon blue runway lights. You had just begun flipping through the latest issue of Vogue when a deep, polite voice interrupted your tranquility.

“Excuse me, miss. It seems this is my seat.”

You looked up, momentarily caught off guard. A man stood before you, tall and striking, with features so sharp they might have been carved from marble. His tailored suit spoke of understated luxury, and the faint shadow of a smile hinted at an effortless charm.

“There must be a mistake,” you said, your voice calm but firm. “This seat wasn’t supposed to be occupied.”

The flight attendant quickly stepped in, bowing apologetically. “Ms. Choi, I’m terribly sorry. This is Mr. Jeon Jungkook, one of our Diamond members. Due to unforeseen circumstances, we had to reassign this seat to accommodate him. I assure you it won’t affect your experience.”

You hesitated, your mind whirring. Jeon Jungkook? The name sounded familiar, but before you could piece it together, he spoke again.

“I apologize for the inconvenience,” Jungkook said, his tone professional yet warm. “I’ll do my best not to intrude.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly. “Jeon Jungkook? The lawyer?”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, followed by a modest nod. “I see my reputation precedes me. And you must be Choi Y/N. I’ve read about you in Forbes.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You read Forbes?”

“I do my homework,” he replied, settling into the seat beside you. “It’s useful to know the people shaping the world around me.”

You couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Flattery doesn’t work on me, Mr. Jeon.”

“Good to know,” he said, leaning back. “But who said I was trying to flatter you?”

The tension melted into a curious ease as the plane taxied for takeoff. As the flight attendants began their safety demonstration, Jungkook turned to you.

“Paris, huh? Business or pleasure?”

“An event with Cartier,” you replied, your voice laced with practiced grace. “And you?”

“Business, mostly. Though I was hoping for some pleasure before a client emergency pulled me back.”

You tilted your head, intrigued. “You don’t strike me as someone who gets flustered by emergencies.”

“I don’t. But I’ve learned that flying halfway across the world is part of the job description,” he said with a rueful smile. “And you? Flying solo?”

You hesitated for a moment. “It’s… just a preference of mine.”

Jungkook chuckled softly. “Fair enough. Let’s just say the airline played matchmaker tonight.”

You smirked, feeling the ice between you dissolve. “A bold assumption, Mr. Jeon.”

“Call me Jungkook,” he said. “If we’re stuck together for the next 12 hours, we might as well get comfortable.”

As the plane ascended into the midnight sky, the cabin lights dimmed to a soft amber glow. You adjusted the recline of your seat, sneaking a glance at Jungkook as he loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves. He caught you looking and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Long flight ahead,” he said. “What’s your go-to in-flight entertainment? Movies? Reading? Sleeping?”

“None,” you replied, crossing your legs elegantly. “I usually work or… just stare out the window.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Workaholic?”

“Efficient,” you corrected, your lips curving into a small smirk. “What about you?”

“Depends on the company,” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks but masked it with a soft laugh. “And here I thought lawyers were all business.”

“We are,” he admitted. “But even we need a break every now and then. Maybe this is mine.”

You talked intermittently for the next hour, the conversation flowing effortlessly from topics like your favorite cities to your least favorite airline meals. Jungkook’s laugh was infectious, and you found yourself smiling more than you had in days.

At one point, the flight attendant approached with the dinner menu. Jungkook, ever the gentleman, gestured for you to choose first.

“The lobster risotto.”

“Good choice,” Jungkook said, handing his menu back. “I’ll have the same. Can’t go wrong with a classic.”

“You’re copying me?” you teased.

“Or I trust your taste,” he countered smoothly.

As the hours passed, your initial formality faded into a comfortable camaraderie. After dinner, Jungkook leaned back in his seat, glancing at the champagne flute in your hand.

“Celebrating something?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you said, swirling the golden liquid. “It’s not every day you survive a Cartier event without collapsing from exhaustion.”

“Impressive,” he said, lifting his own glass in a mock toast. “To surviving the glamorous life.”

“And to lawyers who manage to look good while working too hard,” you quipped.

You clinked glasses, your eyes locking briefly. You felt your heart skip a beat, a warmth spreading in your chest that had nothing to do with the champagne.

By the time the plane was over Siberia, the cabin had grown quiet. Most passengers were asleep, but you and Jungkook were wide awake, leaning toward each other as you whispered.

“So, what’s the first thing you’ll do when you get back to Seoul?” Jungkook asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Probably dinner with my dads,” you said. “We have this tradition where our chef cooks my favorite meal whenever I come back from a trip.”

“That sounds nice,” he said, his expression genuinely interested. “What’s the dish?”

“Kimchi jjigae, with extra tofu,” you said. “And you? What’s the first thing you’ll do?”

“Go straight to the office,” he said with a wry grin. “Not as exciting, huh?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. Something about you being so dedicated is… admirable.”

Your gazes lingered, the silence between you charged with an unspoken tension. Jungkook reached for the blanket draped over his seat and, without a word, tucked it around your shoulders.

“You looked cold,” he murmured.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

It felt natural when your hands brushed against each other on the armrest. Neither pulled away, and moments later, Jungkook laced his fingers gently with yours.

“This doesn’t feel real,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing.

“Maybe it’s the altitude,” he joked, though his voice was soft, sincere. “Or maybe it’s just you.”

Your heart raced as you looked down at your entwined hands. “Do you always move this fast, Jungkook?”

“Only when it feels right,” he said, his eyes meeting yours.

You and Jungkook were still wrapped in each other’s warmth, your voices a murmur as you traded soft laughs and tender glances. His hand rested over yours, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin.

But then, Jungkook’s phone buzzed against the tray table. His expression stiffened as he glanced at the screen, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“I need to take this,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.

You frowned slightly, sensing the shift in his mood. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, though his tone didn’t quite match his words. “It’s work. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He stood and slipped toward the bathroom, phone in hand. You watched him go, a strange unease settling in your chest.

Inside the restroom, Jungkook answered the FaceTime call. The face of a woman appeared on the screen.

“Jungkook,” she said, her voice gentle. “I was worried when you didn’t answer earlier. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, his tone measured. “Just caught up with work.”

The woman smiled faintly. “I can’t wait to see you. We have so much to talk about.”

He forced a small smile. “Me too.”

The call ended, and Jungkook stared at his reflection in the mirror, his expression conflicted. He lingered for a moment before returning to his seat.

You looked up as he sat down, your eyes scanning his face. “Everything alright?”

Jungkook hesitated, his hand brushing the back of his neck. “Y/N… there’s something I need to tell you.”

Your stomach tightened. “What is it?”

He exhaled deeply, unable to meet your gaze. “I have a girlfriend.”

The words hit you like a cold gust of wind. You blinked, processing, before narrowing your eyes. “What?!”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. “But I can’t ignore how… how good it felt to be with you tonight.”

Your jaw tightened. “So you just conveniently forgot about her while holding my hand and—” you stopped, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I didn’t want to lie to you.”

You turned away, staring out the window as anger and hurt bubbled inside you. But even as the rational part of you screamed to push him away, your heart ached to stay close.

“Don’t say another word,” you said, turning back to him. “For the next hour, I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. Just… don’t ruin this.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly, but he nodded. “Y/N—”

“Shh,” you interrupted, leaning closer. Your hands found his, and despite the anger simmering beneath your skin, you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him into a hug.

You stayed like that for a moment, the world outside the plane shrinking away. Then, almost without thinking, you tilted your face up toward his. Your lips met in a slow, hesitant kiss that deepened as you clung to each other, as if trying to capture something fleeting.

~

The announcement of your descent broke the spell. As you disembarked and retrieved your bags, an awkward silence stretched between you. Jungkook carried your carry-on for you as you walked toward the airport exit.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, stopping in the middle of the terminal.

“For what?” You asked, your tone sharp. “For kissing me? For holding my hand? Or for confessing you have a girlfriend after letting things get this far?”

“All of it,” Jungkook said, his eyes downcast. “I shouldn’t have let it escalate. But I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

Your breath hitched. “Then why can’t we—”

“Because I can’t walk out on her like that,” he interrupted, his voice heavy with guilt. “It wouldn’t be right.”

You stared at him, anger and heartbreak warring within you. “And what about me? It’s okay to just walk out on me like nothing happened?”

Jungkook’s gaze softened, but he took a step back, shaking his head. “I’m sorry y/n, If destiny brings us together again, I promise you I’ll make it up to you.”

With that, he turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the crowd.

You stood frozen, your hands clutching the strap of your bag as your mind raced. You were furious, confused, and utterly disappointed. Yet, beneath it all, a part of you longed for the man who had just walked out of your life.

[storges-oranges]

The LIs at the airport

Mhin: You pass passport control 3 hours before boarding time. Will accompany you to these duty free stores to test out products you won't buy. Has prepared snacks in their carry ons so you only have to get drinks. Makes sure your miles count so you can get an upgrade on your way back. Has portable chargers for you when your phone dies. Checks your id's 1000x. Will let you have the window seat and set up the food for you if you were sleeping.

Leander: Wether you guys are late or early depends entirely on you tbh. Best person to be with in an overbooking scenario. His charm allows him to exploit the anger of your fellow passengers, which helps pressure the airline. Will somehow negotiate a first class upgrade and a stay in a 5 star hotel for your troubles. Oh, and enough miles to get a 2 way trip for free next time. In business. May or may not have fake passports, Visa and ID cards.

Kuras: Has the incredible talent pf arriving exactly on time everytime. You never have to pay extra for luggage weight but, you take exactly as much as you were allowed. Most seamless experience, nothing goes wrong while you're with him. Takes the emergency seat for his legs. One of those people who can actually read in a plane. Doesn't understand the complaits about airplane food.Gets you those expensive high socks that help with circulation (perks of dating a medical professional).

Ais: You leave home late but somehow arrive in the nick of time. He is not at all stressed about this. Person to go to to figure out what paperwork to bring your pet with you on the plane. Has the best tips to keep your pet calm during take-off and landing. Good at handling crying children on planes. Another airplane food enjoyer

Vere: Scared of flying. You catch him watching those plane crash documentaries all the way leading to the flight day. Insisted on getting only the seats with "higher survival rates" Is antsy the whole time, so he complains alot. Complains endlessly about kids crying. Faces the crying child, and the crying child erupts in laughter. The kids mother thanks him, which pisses him off. NEVER takes off his seatbelt. Will stop you if you try, even if it's for the toilet.

Elyon: The vacation was his idea. Proposed you use his jet for the trip. Will guide you through the whole process of private air travel. Cabin pressure messes up with his ear drums. Don't ask why the interior is so gaudy. Don't go opening any cabinets. Another user of fake IDs and passports.

Sen: Friend trip so you took the cheapest airline. Tried to fit everything into your small carry ons. Jokes about the plane crashing the entire time. Has movies downloaded to keep you both entertained. Makes a concerning amount of plane crash jokes.

[natalieironside]

For the longest time I didn't understand the overdone meta-joke about comedians "always" mocking airline food. I didn't know there was airline food. I have Learned.

Back in October I took a little trip to Seattle to see my girlfriend, and I got to fly first class cuz the stars had briefly aligned and they had a bit of windfall. Never done that before. If I'm ever called upon to do it again, I'll have to spend some time preparing my mental and physical fortitude.

So at first everything is going swell, I'm living it up in my big-ass seat like some sort of child emperor, and then about half an hour into the whole song and dance a flight attendant comes by and tries to hand me a menu. Bemused, I sez, ". . . No, thanks?" and I could tell by the look on his face I had failed to keep the tremor of fear out of my voice.

He goes to the front of the cabin and opens up this, like, reliquary, and the entire airplane instantly reeks like rotten dog farts. This state of affairs will remain unchanged for the next 6 consecutive hours. The reliquary contains trays of what appears to be embalmed hospital food of some sort, and the trays are distributed out to those fools who asked for them, one of whom was sitting next to me. The smell of dog farts is overpowering, now accompanied by the cacophonous racket of Chewing.

I buried my face in my tits, shut my eyes, and tried to pay attention to my book on tape. I'd been working my way through Paradise Lost and there in my own little Pandemonium I decided this Satan dude makes some damn compelling arguments and y'know maybe if I'd chosen hard liberty over the easy yoke of pampered servitude maybe things woulda been different

[agustdiv1ne]

⋆｡˚ ✈︎ 9:05 p.m. (m) — choi yeonjun

genre: nsfw so mdni, boyfriend!yeonjun, switch!yeonjun, plane sex 😵‍💫

wc: 1.6k

part 2

your left leg is shaking.

at the moment, you should be fast asleep, basking in the comfort (and astonishing amount of leg room) that a first class airline seat could provide. however, you remain wide awake, not an inkling of fatigue in sight. you have exhausted nearly all options of distraction, leaving you to pick at your nails and stare off into space, thoughts racing through your head at the speed of light.

and it's all your boyfriend’s fault — him, and his fucking tank top.

you would usually be fine — you have always adored yeonjun's fashion sense — but it isn't just a normal tank top; no, it clings to his lithe body, the dark fabric defining his pecs and accentuating his pretty little waist. the lack of sleeves only serve to make things worse for you, the well-developed muscles of his biceps flexing as he shifts his position in his seat next to you. you didn't even know he was wearing it until he took off his denim jacket to go through tsa. that was more than four hours ago, yet you still feel a little hot under the collar.

a deep, quiet groan meets your ears, a small sigh following moments after as yeonjun stretches, arching his back before slumping back against his seat. now awakened from his small nap, you notice from your peripherals how he focuses on your quaking leg, but you flinch anyway when his hand moves to squeeze the meat of your thigh. your leg stills. swiveling your head, you meet his lethargic gaze, a glint of concern shining through the fatigue.

“you okay, baby?” the words rumble from deep within his chest, voice drenched in molasses, slow and smooth and oh so sweet to your ears. the sound ignites a carnal fire in your stomach. your mind sings a siren song to give into your desires, to just do something about them, already. instead, you nod with a hushed hum, sending him a small, tight-lipped smile that you hope he can’t see through. he grins, surging forward to press a quick peck to your lips before settling down to busy himself with his phone. you sigh in relief as his hand removes itself from your thigh.

you feel as if you are about to implode as you scan the dim cabin, lights off so as to allow passengers to sleep through the long flight. the two people sitting across the aisle are doing just that, sound asleep, their heads leaned back against their seats. with another cursory glance around, you find that most people are sleeping; the only person who is awake around you is a businessman one row behind you, though he wears chunky headphones that you assume are noise canceling.

conflict brews within you. sure, you and yeonjun have talked about exploring exhibitionism, and both of you have voiced your inclination for it — but you're unsure if this is the right place to test out this shared desire. something about the close proximity of the other passengers is a little nerve-wracking, but in a way, the idea of ruining your boyfriend while surrounded by others causes adrenaline to race through your veins. even then, if yeonjun decides that he does not want to, then he could simply use your mutual safeword and all would be over.

making your decision, you slip your hand underneath the jacket on his lap and place it on top of his knee, squeezing lightly. he pauses for a moment, tilting his head, but ultimately goes back to his phone, likely playing some game. you remain in that same position for a few minutes, rubbing your thumb against the smooth skin. slowly, you trail your hand up further and further, stopping only once it rests against his sensitive inner thigh. pinky swiping back and forth, you feel him squirm away your touch, and you grip a little harder. yeonjun's soft lips part slightly, eyes round and wide as he peeks over at you.

“baby,” he whispers, trying not to whine as you glide your hand up a little more, dangerously close to his his hardening cock. he gasps when one of your fingers tickles the seam of his shorts, hands gripping the tanned leather of the armrests with whitened knuckles. “baby, what—”

“shhh, jjunie. be a good boy for me, yeah?” you coo, voice hushed as you lean closer, warm breath curling around his ear. 

he shivers, biting his lips as you palm his now fully erect dick over his clothes. you check in with him quietly, asking if this is alright, and he nods, sliding down his seat to allow you better access. you grin.

still hidden by the jacket on his lap, you shove your hand underneath the waistband of his shorts and boxers, curling your hand around him. he jumps in his seat at the sensation of you finally touching him where he needs you most, and you pause, shooting him a raised eyebrow before you look around. everyone is still asleep, or, at least, too preoccupied to notice what is transpiring just below their noses.

turning back to him, you whisper praises as you begin to pump his aching cock, thumb dipping into the slit of his head to spread the precum that's gathered there. your hand takes up a leisurely pace, slowly slicking up as he leaks even more precum. trailing your eyes up to his face, you find a beautiful sight: brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, and his bottom lip bitten to absolute hell to muffle his desperate pants. a little squeak eacapes him when you squeeze a bit harder, increasing your pace.

“quiet, baby, or do you wanna get caught?” you question with a challenging smirk. while he responds with a rapid shake of his head, you feel his cock twitch against your palm. you shake your head, movements growing more rapid, as mock dissapointment laces your tone. “don’t lie to me. i bet you’d love to have this whole plane watch as i touch you, hm? ‘m sure you’d love the attention.”

“n-no, only want your, your attention,” he stutters, breathing heavily through his nose. the muscles in his abdomen contract as you continue, squriming more in his seat. his face is now buried in his hands, his face splattered with fiery crimson that you can easily pick out despite the low light. his hips thrust up into your hand, the jacket that once protected his dignity now discarded on the floor. 

“aw, that’s sweet,” you say with a sharp grin. he arches his back further as you focus on his swollen, angry tip for a few seconds. “but i don’t believe you.”

faster, faster, faster, you can't find it in yourself to care as the wet sounds of you stroking him grow louder, mixing with the white noise of the plane. sweat lines his brow, head burrowed against the back of the seat as one hand claws at your arm. his arms are flexed, muscles straining against his skin. you think he's close to tears with how hard he's trying not to moan, biting into the flesh of his other palm. you drink him in with a hungry gaze; you want him — no, need him to cum for you, need to see him lose it with all these people around you.

“gonna cum, pretty boy?” you sigh into his ear, biting his lobe for a moment. he nods, whispering ‘yes’ and ‘please’ in rapid succession. “that’s it. cum for me, baby.”

you giggle softly as he registers your permission, his eyes widening, and without even checking for wandering eyes, you lean down to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

that does the trick. his cum spurts in hot ribbons into your mouth, the salty taste coating your tastebuds as you continue to pump him. suddenly, a hand is tangled into your hair, pushing your head down and thrusting up so that you take him further into your mouth, more and more until he's hitting the back of your throat. you inhale sharply in surprise, listening to him choke on the whimper he manages to keep in, swallowing his cum as he pulls you back up to his tip.

you stay there for a few seconds before you push yourself off of his lap, but the sight you are met with is a shocking one.

what you find are stern eyes and downturned lips. gone is the submissive, pliant jjunie from a few seconds ago. now, he's serious, fox-like eyes narrowed as he nearly leers over you. he's angry, you realize. the sudden change makes your head spin.

his fingers grip your chin like a vice as he brings his face closer to yours. you gulp. you're unsure where this switch in behavior stemmed from, but if the way your thighs clench together is anything to go by, you definitely welcome it.

“you like embarrassing me? ‘s it fun for you?” 

“n-no,” you stutter. you’ve lost, any semblance of control you had over this situation dissipating into the air as the seconds tick by.

the tables are turning, and you are unsure if you are ready for whatever he has planned.

“get the fuck up, and go to the bathroom. now.” 

you nod as you unbuckle your seatbelt, watching him tuck himself back into his shorts. standing on shaking legs, you obediently make your way down the aisle to the bathroom, the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend following behind you a hair-raising reminder of your impending fate.

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[melanieph321]

Hi there,

I'm a long time reader here and i really like all of your fics. I don't know if you're taking requests or not but if you do, could you perhaps make a fic based on this :

https://www.tumblr.com/youandiwerealive/748931841255522304/httpswwwtumblrcomyouandiwerealive74892968529?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/youandiwerealive/748933629341761536/flight-attendant-ruben-ok-but-how-about?source=share

Idk why but these brainrots really intrigued me and i think you have the capabilities to turn them into a fic

I understand if you don't take request. Anyway, have a good day ❤

I AM SCREAMING!!!!

Like no. I saw @youandiwerealive and anon, whom assume is you, talk about this. And I found it so hilarious and relatable. Ruben as a flight attendant 🤣🤣

Of course I will write this request. Even better. Imma make it a 3 parts series 🤪!

Ruben Dias x Reader - Flight Hours Part 1/3

Part 2 Part 3

Ruben and Reader are flight attendants on their way to Portugal. Although they are off to a bad start, the two end up finding common ground.

Enjoy!

Back to back flights were such a nightmare. But when you as a flight attendant complained to your bosses about it, they would hit you with the usual "It's holiday season, it will blow over" bull crap.

You made sure to arrive at your gate early. Earlier than the rest of your cabin crew members. It was a fancy plane this one, where passengers in first class could take a shower if they wished to. Since you weren't given a chance to do so this morning flying from Frankfurt to Dubai, taking a shower is exactly what you were going to do now. It wasn't exactly protocol of you to use the passengers' accommodation, though, especially not the first class ones. But since the airline had such high demand on personal hygiene and frankly a quite misogynistic beauty standard amongst it's employee. You saw it fitting for you to at least clean yourself ahead of your flight.

"Excuse me, is somebody in there?"

"No, wait!"

However, just as you were rinsing out your hair, someone unlocked the doors, exposing you mid shower.

"Puta." The man said, or more so gasp. His eyes shamelessly traveled down your naked body, eyeing you like some kind of prey.

"Shut the fucking door!" You shouted, however the man remained in the doorway, causing a draft. He was another flight attendant, you were sure of it. You could tell just by the way that this sort of situation failed to startle him.

"You must be Frankfurt?"

"Pardon?" Your hands left your hair, a sudden urge to cover yourself. However, the man had already seen it all.

"You came in this morning, no? From Frankfurt Airport?"

"Right."

"I'm Ruben Dias, I'll be flying with you from Dubai to Lisbon."

The man was such a dickhead, having audacity to offer you to shake his hand, with a large grin on his face. Mind you that you stood before him in a shower, butt-naked.

"I'm Y/N." You shook his hand just to end the conversation and for him to go away.

"Nice to meet you, Frankfurt. And what a lovely tattoo."

"You fucking...."

Ruben shut the door in your face, his laughter trailing down all the way to the cockpit where he probably ran to tell the captains about your encounter. Your hand went to the butterfly tattoo on your hip, awfully close to your....you know what. If Ruben had spotted it, he would have also seen your newly waxed kitty cat on full display.

"What a fucking nightmare of a flight this is gonna be."

Based on how it started you expected the worse, however, things turned out pretty quiet on your side. Luckily for you the two male flight attendants were assigned to first class, while you and another female flight attendant stayed back in economy. It was the first time sexism worked in your favor. However, you ran into Ruben every now and then when the two of you were either on a break or topping up your snack and beverage carts.

"Frankfurt? What a pleasure meeting you here."

You rolled your eyes,  having heard Ruben coming from a mile away. He always seemed to leave first class with a trail of giggling women. It wasn't uncommon for flight attendants to be charming, but to flirt with passengers was simply unprofessional.

"My name is Y/N, not Frankfurt."

"It doesn't matter up here." Ruben said, reaching for something in the cabin above your head. The smell of him invaded your nostrils without consent, the worst part being that he smelled amazing.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

Ruben had gone to grab himself a can of coke and two plastic cups. Your name doesn't matter up here in the sky." He explained. "It's no mans' land. Up here, we only care about where you came from and where you're going. Up here, you're Frankfurt, and I'm Portugal."

"Well, that's stupid." You muttered.

Ruben chuckled and poured the can of coke into the plastic cups. "Here." He said, offering you one.

You only accepted because you were thristy, not because of the way Ruben was staring at you as your hands touched when he handed you the cup. Nor because of the way that the soft lights hit his face as he leaned back against the wall, regarding you even more seductively.

"So..." He sighed, after finishing his cup of coke, waiting for you to do the same.

"So." You smiled, perhaps your first time doing so, at least in front of Ruben.

"Are you member of the Mile High Club?"

You should have known that only something stupid would come out of that pretty little mouth of his.

"Wait, wait. I'm just kidding." Ruben said, grabbing your wrist as you turned your back on him. "Jesus Frankfurt, is it that hard for you take a joke?"

"For your information, nothing of what you say is funny to me. And to answer your question, no, I've never fucked in a airplane bathroom. As a flight attendant yourself you should know how disgusting and unhygienic that would be."

Ruben regarded you with interest, shrugging his shoulders. "It doesn't have to be in a bathroom, could also be in a shower."

"Fuck you."

The last thing you saw was Ruben's large grin. You left him on your way back to economy, where you planned to spend the rest of your flight, avoiding Ruben at all cost. It was incredible, though, how handsome he was. How the stewards uniform suited him as if it was tailor-made. It outlined his braud shoulders and swollen biceps. If it wasn't for his big mouth, you wouldn't hesitate to go for a man like him. And, no, it wasn't unusual for flight stewards to have affairs with each other, certainly not when the airline was paying for your hotel rooms. However, once you landed in Lisbon, all you wanted to do in your hotel room was to sleep.

Part 2 Part 3

[total-drama-brainrot]

Assistant Noah AU, where Noah isn't afraid of flying, but he hates the idea of being on a dangerous and unstable plane... So, he tries to run away in World Tour's first episode... But Chris doesn't let him...

Chris: If you don't receive a barf bag full of airline-issue peanuts you'll be forced to take the Drop of Shame.

Assistant Noah: Kinda like this! [he throws himself out of the plane and runs as fast as he can]

Chris: HEY!!! Noah, get back here right now!

Assistant Noah: NO! I'm not staying on that death trap!

Chris: [turns to all the Contestants] Whoever brings Noah back to the plane, will win invincibility for the first episode!

(Alejandro ends up brings Assistant Noah back to the dangerous plane!) 😏

SOBBING. THIS IS SO FUNNY.

All I can imagine is Chris explaining how the elimination ceremony is going to work to the competitors, and Noah off to the side just:

-

Chris immediately sees an oppertunity here to kickstart the comptitiveness of the show and takes it, offering immunity to whoever manages to find and subsequently capture his runway assistant - despite the fact that the first challege is intended to be a non-elimination. He even goes so far as to outfit everyone with a comically oversized net to catch him in.

The scene plays out really cartoonishly, with Noah hiding and dodging and outsmarting anyone who comes near him with a net in a Looney Tunes sort of manner as he scampers around the airport looking for places to escape to.

It ends up playing out as a huge game of hide and seek, just with twenty two seekers and one hider. A perfect oppertunity for shenannagins aplenty between not just Noah and the cast, but admist the cast themselves.

At least one person (cough cough Gwen) wastes their net on "capturing" Heather. Harold tries to set up a clever trap and ends up getting himself caught up in it instead of Noah. DJ tries to convince Owen to look for his best friend but Owen's so overcome with relief that he doesn't have to get on the Jet yet that he starts blubbering and pulls DJ into a bear hug, completely ignoring the makeshift challenge. Izzy's... Izzy.

So on and so forth.

Meanwhile Noah's given up scurrying around the airport like a rat and has retreated somewhere no one will expect him to hide; on the jet itself. It's genius (it's incredibly stupid). He makes himself comfortable in the first class cabin whilst waiting for Chris' notoriously non-existant patience to wear thin when, inevitably, no one finds him... or that's his plan, at least.

Unfortunately for Noah, he leaves his point of entry open just a crack. Not enough for anyone else to notice save for the keen eye of Alejandro, who follows the curiously open entryway onto the Jet to find the elusive asisstant lounging on one of the mustard yellow seats, typing away at the keyboard of his BlackBerry phone. He strikes swiftly, managing to catch Noah before he can even notice Alejandro's presence.

And that's how Alejandro ends up hoisting a net full of unimpressed nerd across the concrete plains of an airport, proudly displaying his victory to Chris.

[fafnir19]

Flying like a bird – isn't that ecological?

I looked out the window, the engine's hum vibrating through my chest. The swelling excitement of my upcoming voluntary ecological year in Brazil was tinged with a hint of guilt. Guilt for the environmental impact my flight was causing, despite the carbon offsets I had diligently purchased. As a gay man committed to supporting minorities and environmental conservation, the contradiction weighed heavily on my mind. Suddenly, the airplane lurched, and a wave of red wine splattered me, the liquid soaking through my clothes. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Karen, the stewardess, exclaimed, her voice laced with panic. "It's okay," I reassured her, trying to suppress a chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. As I stood up, the wet fabric clinging uncomfortably to my skin, Karen offered a solution. "I can get you a new seat in first class, and also, here's a co-pilot's uniform to change into. It's the best I can do to make up for this mess." Grateful for the offer, I changed into the oversized uniform and made my way to the first-class cabin.

The extra legroom and plush seat were a welcome relief. As I settled in, the engine's roar filled the cabin, accompanied by the rustling of flight attendants bustling around. "Due to your new seat by the emergency exit, we'll need you to watch a special safety video," Karen informed me with a warm smile. I nodded, paying close attention to the lengthy safety demonstration that followed. My brow furrowed as I noticed the dated gender roles portrayed in the video, and the co-pilot's demeaning attitude toward the stewardesses. After the video finally concluded, I made a mental note to write a complaint to the airline. Karen approached me once more, offering a sweet welcome drink. The sugary liquid offered a momentary distraction from the unsettling video. As I sipped the drink, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me, and before long, I drifted into a deep slumber. In my dream, I found myself face to face with the obnoxious co-pilot from the safety video, and a surge of frustration bubbled within me. "Hey, you!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the dream landscape. "How dare you treat women like that! You're insufferable! You can't treat women like that!" The co-pilot smirked. "Why not? They love it. Just look at them." Even in my own dream, I was plagued by his presence. My dream began to warp and twist, and I suddenly saw myself in the co-pilot's uniform, strutting through the cabin with an air of entitlement.

I awoke to the gentle touch of Karen, who smiled warmly at me. "You look great in that uniform, ready for your shift as a co-pilot?" she asked. I was astonished to find that the co-pilot's uniform now fit me perfectly, accentuating my athletic build.

I followed Karen to the cockpit, feeling elated at the unexpected turn of events. Taking my place in the cockpit, I began assisting the pilot as we navigated through the skies.

"Where's the usual co-pilot?" John asked, glancing at me with a curious expression. "I thought we could use a change," Karen replied cryptically, her eyes twinkling mischievously. I was eager to prove my capabilities in this unexpected role. The responsibility felt exhilarating, and I relished every moment of it. This was a dream come true - a chance to live out my lifelong ambition of being a pilot.

Suddenly, John excused himself to use the restroom, leaving me alone in the cockpit.

"So, Karen, what's the story behind all this?" John inquired. Karen's laughter filled the space, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, there is a special safety video and a welcome drink that alters the minds and bodies of our ordinary passengers as we have a lack of co-pilots" Karen explained, a smirk playing on her lips. "It's a compromise between the union and the marketing department," Karen explained. "They want the co-pilots to be the epitome of masculinity and to appeal to a wealthy clientele. But it's all about appearances." John's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?" "The union wants heterosexual men who can charm women in every location they land," Karen elaborated. "While the marketing department wants them to be attractive to gay passengers. They've settled on a strange blend of both." "In any case, he is a particularly sweet co-pilot," John remarked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Suddenly, an idea sparked within me, fueled by the of the safety video. I turned to John, my expression determined. "I need a break. There's someone in row 10 I want to upgrade." "Upgrade?" John raised an eyebrow, his expression mirroring a mix of surprise and amusement. "To the Mile High Club," I declared boldly, the words escaping my lips before I could fully process the audacity of my request. John's laughter echoed through the cockpit, the sound mingling with the steady hum of the engines. "Well, well, looks like our sweet co-pilot is ready to make his mark."

As I sauntered down the aisle, I couldn't contain my laughter at the thought of what was to come. Reaching row 10, I leaned in close to the passenger, my smooth voice sending shivers down her spine as I effortlessly charmed her. "Excuse me," I began, suppressing the upheaval of conflicting emotions. "I have a special upgrade for you." The woman's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze flitting between me and the open door to the lavatory. "An upgrade?" "To the Mile High Club," I clarified, my voice tinged with certainty. The young woman's laughter mixed with mine as she eagerly accepted my invitation, a mischievous glint in her eye. We disappeared into the lavatory, our hushed giggles mingling with the steady rhythm of the airplane as we indulged in our risqué endeavor. Moments later, I re-emerged, the satisfied grin on my face indicating the successful initiation of the newest member into the Mile High Club. Returning to the cockpit, I took my place with a buoyant energy, the satisfaction of a successful mission evident in my demeanor.

Karen and John exchanged knowing smiles, understanding the mischievous spark in my eyes. "Done with your break already? You work fast," Karen teased, unable to contain her amusement. "I had to make sure our newest member received a warm welcome," I replied with a playful wink.

The plane landed smoothly in Rio de Janeiro and I couldn't shake the surreal feeling of my dream. After I got out, Karen handed me a business card with a mischievous smile. “If you are interested, the airline is happy to offer you pilot training,” she said. With shaking hands and full of excitement, I accepted the card. I ended my voluntary ecological year before it even started and began my pilot training.

[unmooredonasundayevening]

The Milgram crew on long-haul flights:

Haruka: Has probably never been on a plane before. Is constantly apologizing to the people sitting next to him. Will refrain from using the restroom for the entire flight so he doesn't inconvenience anybody.

Yuno: Charms a few free drinks out of the flight attendants, then sleeps most of the time. Comes prepared with a cute pillow and noise-canceling headphones.

Fuuta: Give this boy a Nintendo Switch and he's fine. Flight attendants have to try multiple times to get his attention while they're serving food. The only thing that can tear him away is some unruly passenger drama. You KNOW he's getting it on film and posting it when he lands.

Muu: This girl ONLY flies first class. Is probably very rude to the cabin crew.

Shidou: Depends on whether he's flying with or without his children. If he's flying without them, he seems like the type to curl up with a book. If he's with them, he's brought toys, coloring books, snacks, earplugs, etc. and will do everything in his power to make sure his boys don't bother anyone on the flight. Either way, he is very polite to all of the flight attendants.

Mahiru: Plans Cute Travel Outfits. Brings a romance novel to read.

Kazui: Drinks at the airport. Drinks on the plane. Somehow does not appear drunk at all by the time they land. Helps people stow their luggage if they're too short.

Amane: Has the crew and other passengers commenting on how well-behaved she is. Prays for the safe passage of everyone on the plane before takeoff.

Mikoto: Tries to get work done on the plane, to the annoyance of the people trying to sleep next to him.

Kotoko: Has extensively researched the airline and the aircraft she's flying on. Knows the safety presentation better than the crew. Picked the emergency exit row aisle on purpose. Packs light. Possibly snitches on other passengers she thinks are suspicious. Doesn't sleep because she's too paranoid.

[justforbooks]

First Class, Low Class, No Class: The Passenger Hall of Shame.

I’M OLD ENOUGH to remember when people dressed up to fly. I remember my dad putting on a tie before we left for the airport. And that was as recently as the early 1980s.

One of the reasons, though, that people once took flying so seriously, is that so few of them had the means to partake in it. Not all that long ago, only a fraction of the population could afford to fly on a regular basis. Flying today is far cheaper than it used to be. As a result, almost everybody does it.

And as the demographics have changed, so have the levels of behavior. This we’d expect. With nearly four million people flying every day of the week, across every strata of culture and class the world over, standards of decorum are going to fall. That’s fine, and I don’t want to sound snobbish about it. Maintaining simple dignity doesn’t require anything too formal. I have no problem, for example, with people wearing shorts and sandals onto a plane.

But there comes a point, and what I do have a problem with, is the idea that otherwise reasonable protocols of civility, manners and courtesy cease to apply when you’re at an airport or on an airplane.

I’ve never been privy to a full-blown “air rage” incident, but I’ve witnessed countless instances of shameful behavior: passengers cursing at airline staff; stealing from the liquor carts; leaving soiled diapers in seat pockets; etc., etc. Why, for example, do so many airline passengers find it acceptable to throw their garbage and food all over the cabin floor, then mash it into the carpeting with their feet? You don’t do this in a restaurant. Why is it okay on an airplane? It tends to be small-scale stuff — rudeness and a lack of elementary courtesy — rather than anything violent or overtly hostile, but that doesn’t excuse it.

Here is just some of what I’ve witnessed over the past several months…

I am at the airport in Dubai one early morning, waiting to catch an Emirates flight to Boston. I’m sitting in the boarding lounge when I hear a strange noise coming from behind me. Snip, snip snip, click, click, click. What is that?

I turn around, and what do I see? The guy directly behind me — a young guy in his twenties — is sitting cross-legged in his chair. Both of this feet are naked, and he is clipping his toenails. With every snip and click he splits away another crescent of toenail, which he drops into a growing pile next to his left knee.

Would you take off your socks and start clipping your toenails in a movie theater? In the waiting room at your dentist? Most people would feel uneasy doing it in the woods, never mind at an airport boarding lounge in front of three-hundred people. And while I don’t want to watch, I feel that I have to. Because I need to know what he’s going to do with that big, disgusting pile of trimmings once our flight begins to board. Is he going to collect them up and carry them to the trash? Or will he brush them onto the floor?

What do you think he does?

On another occasion I am at Kennedy Airport, in terminal four, down near the Virgin America gates. A woman and her young daughter are sitting on a bench-seat right along the edge of the corridor. The daughter is four, maybe five years old, and she’s holding a tall plastic cup brimming with round, colored candies. They’re marble-shaped candies, possibly peanut M&Ms. All at once, with no warning, the girl takes the cup and flings the entire thing onto the floor. It’s an impressive spectacle, I have to say, as hundreds of tiny orbs go clattering across the carpet, coming to rest in a great fan-shaped display of color. People turn and stare. And what does the woman do?

She stands up, takes the girl by the hand, and the two of them walk silently away, leaving the entire mess — even the plastic cup — sitting there for some unfortunate janitorial worker to sweep up.

Meanwhile, people are kicked off planes all the time for acting, and even dressing, obnoxiously. In Boston recently, jetBlue denied boarding to a young woman because they felt her shorts were too revealing. Apparently, though, a t-shirt emblazoned with the words FUCK LOVE in giant block letters is within the boundaries of decency?

I’m not a prude. Nonetheless I’m dying to understand when and how this sort of thing become acceptable. And I’m imagining this same attire in a different context. In the bleachers at a baseball game, for instance. Would that be okay? Would the guy be asked to leave? Wouldn’t he be harassed by parents who’d brought their kids along? There are plenty of little kids at airports, so why is it different here? And which is more troubling, the fact that he’s being accommodated, or the fact that somebody rude enough to put on a shirt like that exists in the first place?

I’m reminded of a shirt that was all the rage a few years ago in Asia. It was a sleeveless tee bearing the grainy image of the model Hedi Klum. She was topless, biting her lip and sticking her middle finger at the viewer. After six days in Thailand I must have seen five hundred tourists — all of them women, whatever that means — wearing these distasteful and hostile things.

Next we have Ms. Stinkytoes, luxuriating in her Emirates first class suite. She shows us that boorishness these days isn’t merely for the louts in steerage. Are these the same people who buy elephant ivory and rhinoceros horns? And the privacy of her suite is no excuse (couldn’t she at least have closed the doors?). Maybe I’m overreacting to this one, but how is this any more appropriate that resting one’s bare and splayed toes on a restaurant table? This is still, for all intents and purposes, a public place, and somebody else is going to be occupying that cubicle a few hours from now. And for crying out loud, they give you socks and slippers!

What is it? Is it the stress? Is it the contempt people harbor for the airlines? Whatever the causes, flying has a way of bringing out the worst in people.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[aviaposter]

Boeing 787-8 United Airlines

Registration: N45905 Type: 787-8 Engines: 2 × GE GEnx-1B70 Serial Number: 34825 First flight: Nov 21, 2012

Boeing 787-9 United Airlines

Registration: N26970 Type: 787-9 Engines: 2 × GE GEnx-1B76A Serial Number: 60146 First flight: Jul 27, 2017

Boeing 787-10 United Airlines

Registration: N17015 Type: 787-10 Engines: 2 × GE GEnx-1B76 Serial Number: 66984 First flight: Dec 7, 2021

United Airlines is one of the largest air carriers in the United States, operating a fleet of over 1,000 aircraft and maintaining hubs worldwide. Its route network spans six continents with numerous destinations. In the 2010s, the airline began actively deploying the Boeing 787 Dreamliner family, encompassing all three variants, to serve long-haul flights.

United received its first Boeing 787-8 in 2012, becoming one of the first U.S. airlines to introduce this model. The 787-8 features a three-class cabin configuration, accommodating 243 passengers. These aircraft are primarily deployed on international routes, including flights from the U.S. to Asia (e.g., Tokyo, Shanghai), Europe (London, Frankfurt), and South America. As of 2025, United operates 12 787-8 aircraft, making it one of the largest operators of this variant in the U.S. The model has replaced the aging Boeing 767-300 on select routes due to its extended range of up to 15,700 km.

The next model in the Dreamliner family, the Boeing 787-9, joined United’s fleet in 2014. This elongated variant, with a cabin capacity of 257 passengers, offers a range of up to 16,300 km. As of February 2025, United operates 44 787-9 aircraft. The model is utilized on ultra-long-haul routes, such as Chicago–Singapore and Houston–Sydney, as well as high-demand transatlantic flights (e.g., Washington–Paris). The 787-9 has been instrumental in expanding United’s route network, including new nonstop services.

The longest Dreamliner variant, the Boeing 787-10, entered United’s fleet in 2018, with a range of approximately 12,000 km. Configured with 318 seats across three classes, United operates 21 of these aircraft, deploying them on shorter but high-traffic international routes, such as New York–Tel Aviv and Los Angeles–Tokyo, replacing the Boeing 777-200 on certain sectors.

The introduction of the Boeing 787 Dreamliner has enabled United Airlines to launch over 50 new nonstop routes, including flights from its hubs in Chicago, Houston, New York, and San Francisco. Their operation has reduced fuel costs and supported both long-haul and medium-haul flights with high frequency. Thus, the Dreamliner has become a cornerstone of United’s strategy to optimize its fleet and expand its global route network, reinforcing the airline’s position in the international aviation market.

Poster for Aviators aviaposter.com

[actualbampot]

8, 19, 22

Reading it? 50k+ doesn't bother me at all? Writing it? I want them to bang like, yesterday.

“Wait. Is Cinder going with you?” With her glasses practically on the end of her nose, Coco stared at her in astonishment. “How did you talk her into that one?”

“Well, She hasn't met my dad yet, and she didn't [REDACTED], so-”

“No, I mean: You talked her into flying?” Coco chirped in with a grin that looked far too devious. “I did a round trip to Vacuo City with her once. Telling you, I've had relationships that felt shorter than that flight.”

-

Coco's passing warning didn't quite prepare Ruby for the reality:

Crew 1: “If you’re feeling unwell we can ask the cabin passengers for a doctor, but I really need you to sit down-”

Cinder: “How many times- I don’t want a doctor. I don’t want to sit down. I’m fine right here.”

Crew 1: “For your safety, and for the safety of everyone onboard-”

Ruby: “What’s uh… what’s going on?”

Cinder: *blurting an angry string of Mistralian at Crew 1*

Crew 1: “I understand- yes- yes- I understand- , but If I have to ask you again the captain will have no choice but to turn around and ground the flight in Vale-”

Ruby: “Whoa- okay. Cinder why don’t you uh… why don’t you take my seat and i’ll go over there-”

Cinder: “I was sitting FINE in the bathroom where there are NO WINDOWS-”

The curtains to first class snap open so briskly that all heads turn. A woman, nearly wider than the cramped corners of the airship muscles in. Her hair is in a tight, high bun, and the crew uniform practically bulges around her arms.

"Miss Fall. It is time to take your seat now."

Came the flight attendant, a firm palm outstretched because apparently that's what it took to stop Cinder Fall from pacing the slightly less-cramped corridor of Airship first class like she was possessed.

“Ó, wǒ de tiān a.” Cinder whispered under her breath, eyes wide. “Not you. Why is it *always you*.”

“Because Airline point Deianeira towards problem.” The woman answered. Ruby could have sworn the entire airship tilted on its nose with the sheer mass of the woman as she towered over Cinder by at least half a head- and Cinder was by no means short. “And Deianeira solve problem.”

Ruby, looking between the two of them, perplexed: “Are..you OK?”

“Everything is ok.” Deianeira announced, lips straight and as hard as the rest of her face. “Miss Fall and I have complicated history, and she hate me very much.”

“Like I told your *esteemed* colleague before you, I'm just stretching my legs,” Cinder hissed, the point of her shoe tapping agitatedly into the floor, “Do you think I *want* to be in this death tube at thirty-two-thousand feet anymore than-”

“You will sit down during Taxi, Take-Off and Landing, or I tie you to seat like last time and feed you complimentary meal like baby. Make your choice.”

Characters with enough dynamic range can generate a billion possibilities, and a billion more AUs. As fans, we all somehow manage to ajacently align on their strengths and failings as a couple without having ever spoken to each other. It's pretty amazing.

[multi-purpose-a]

The Story of Agent D (Part 1) - Just Dance Theory

This theory assumes that Gimme More (Just Dance 2024) is a sequel to Toxic (Just Dance 2023) as elaborated in this post.

Said post also contains several pieces of evidence on which i base this theory, so if you havent seen it check it out!

Part 1 - Toxic (Just Dance 2023)

In Toxic (2023) we get formerly introduced to Agent D. In the map she is on a mission - "Operation SKY"; Disguised as an Air Hostess (Stewardess) she has snuck onto a pink jet liner that is currently on an overnight flight in Sun Horizon.

The name of the airline that owns this pink jet is not confirmed, but we can assume that Mahna Mahna (JD 2015), Hey Mama (JD 2016) and Dragostea Din Tei (JD 2017) could all be related to this airline somehow.

While the actual flight attendends are distracted with a Just Dance map (Specifically the original JD2 version of Toxic) Agent D starts her rounds.

It is unclear if the original Toxic map was made by Agent D for the express purpose of distraction, or if she even is the coach for said map. The two Air Hostesses could also just be on their break.

Because the passengers are asleep when Agent D enters the cabin, the plane must have been en route for about 8+ hours already when the map starts. Therefore the map doesn't start with Agent D boarding the plane, but rather with her emerging from a lower deck, where the plane's staff resides. It is unknown how long she needed to be in disguise before the events of Toxic (2023) play out.

Agent D walks through the plane's 4 economy sections and acts as a steward: waking up passengers, serving them and ensuring they are safe when they dance.

From the last economy section it can be assumed that the planes in the Just Dance universe allow (and possibly encourage) their passengers to dance while safely airborne. It could be possible their flow is what fuels the plane most of the time, reducing the need for fossil fuel and allowing the planes to have practically no emmisions.

As she reaches the end of the economy section Agent D encounters and successfully fights off two hi-jackers, members of an unknown organisation and disguises herself as a V.I.P. upon reaching the luxury section to blend in.

The first class cabin section of the plane can be assumend to be as long as the 4 economy sections combined. It is at least significantly larger than one of the economy sections.

Upon exiting the luxury cabin, she encounters two more members of the hijackers and successfully fights them off.

The disguise Agent D uses in the V.I.P. section has no officially confirmed alias attached to it as of yet. We can assume that it is a secret Identity that Agent D has taken on numerous times before, as none of the other V.I.P.'s question her presence - meaning it would not have been odd for this Identity to be on board with the other V.I.P.'s My guess would be it is the Secretary from Womanizer (Just Dance 1) - this would imply that the other V.I.P.s might be several other high ranking members of the same Company that the Secretary works for. Whether there is a real person that she is impersonating or if this Identity is 100% fake is unclear. I would argue, that the latter is the case.

Finally Agent D changes out of her disguise into her regular spy gear to traverse the luggage hold. At this point it would seem that the Hijackers are trying to keep her from advancing further by letting the plane fly erratically causing the luggage to fly around.

As to why the planes cargo is not secured, this might also be the work of the Hijackers

The next section which features security lasers could be argued to not be part of the plane - but rather Agent D remembering her training or a different mission, using this skill to dodge the flying luggage. (I certainly have never heard of security lazers like that on a regular passenger plane.)

Agent D fights off the remaining pair of Hijackers. She hen reaches the cockpit and frees the plane's pilot Captain Catastropha from his ropes, revealing that her aim was to stop the hijacking of the plane. She then takes the helm herself and flies the plane.

I would hazard to guess that Agent D not letting Catastropha back on the helm after freeing him, implies that she won't fly the plane to its intended destination either, but rather to her base or HQ as the plane is seen later in Gimme More, meaning she kept it after the mission. She basically hijacked the plane from the hijackers.

Remaining Questions

What's the aim of the hijackers?

Seeing as there was a V.I.P. section to the plane maybe the enemy organisation wanted to kidnap the influental people on the plane. They infiltrated the plane before it took off and as it was far away from the airport they took control off the plane by tying up the pilot and steering the plane off-course to their base. The pilot, regular passengers and other staff on the plane would become additional hostages.

What was Agent D's Mission?

"Operation SKY" was about stopping the hijacking, retrieving the hostages and securing the plane. Upon regaining control of the plane, Agent D was further tasked to fly it to her base instead so all the people on board could be asessed and taken in as witnesses. That way any organisation memebers that were still in disguise and weren't thrown out of the plane by Agent D could be caught.

Where is the Co-Pilot?

Notably there is only Captain Catastropha in the cockpit when Agent D arrives. Despite there being 2 seats, there is no co-pilot. I would say that Captain Catastropha's co-pilot was one of the hijackers. When the hijackers enitiated their take-over the co-pilot with the help of a collegue overpowered and restrained Catastropha in the co-pilot's chair, then took over the steering. These two are the ones Agent D fights before reaching the cockpit. When they couldn't stop her with the luggage hold manouver they went to confront her directly (and lost).

What is the Extreme Version?

Toxic - Extreme (JD 2023) is most likely a training that Agent D had to undergo in order to become a spy/ to stay in form. She remembers this training when she has to navigate through the luggage hold of the plane in the Classic Version and it helps her succeed. Though the map could also be a glipmse at another mission where she had to traverse actual security lasers. this is not confirmed as of yet. It utilizes the same costume seen in the later sections of the Classic Version and confirms that this is her true appearence. It also serves as an extended version of the section with lazers in the classic map which was inspired by the Toxic Music Video.

Further Points of Note:

Plane Layout Visualized:

The plane shown in Toxic (JD 2023) is different from the one seen in Dragostea Din Tei (JD 2017), the map Captain Catastropha originates from. The Toxic plane is fully pink, while the DDT plane is white with blue accents and the text "Just Dance Air". As of yet it's unconfirmed weather the pink jet from Toxic belongs to the "Just Dance Air" airline, but it can be inferred from Captain Catastropha being strongly implied to have been the pilot of the plane.

Captain Catastropha bears resemblence to P2 of Mana Mahna (JD 2015) He and either one of the other Mahna Mahna coaches or P2 of Hey Mama (JD 2016) could be the parents of Catastropha.

The flight attendents in Mahna Mahna (P1 & P2) have a significantly different uniform from the one shown in Toxic. Notably the uniforms in Mahna Mahna are pink, while the Uniforms in Toxic are blue. It is the inverse of the planes' color difference between DDT and Toxic. This could either mean that Mahna Mahna is a different airline or that the airline changed the designs of their uniforms at some point.

During Toxic the main color of Agent D's appearence goes from blue to purple to red. The purple costume being a sort of transition state between the fully disguised Agent D and the undisguised Agent D. Seeing, how the purple costume bears resemblence to the mainly blue coach of Womanizer (JD1) this might imply that Agent D is taking on the appearence of a younger self where she was working as a secretary, and might be the reason for her hairstyle change to a bob cut in Gimme More.

The plane seen at the end of Toxic shows up during As It Was (JD 2023), the noise of it flyng over being used as a censor. The time placement of this cameo is unclear but it does tie Hadley to the Agent D Saga. It is most likely that this cameo takes place right after the events of Toxic, i.e. when Agent D is flying the plane to her base. Because the plane is flying very close to the ground it implies Hadley lives close to Agent D's base and might even be a fellow agent. Another possibility would be that the cameo takes place after the events of Gimme More - i.e. after the plane launches from Agent D's Base, which carries the same implications for Hadley.

Due to "Operation SKY" being confirmed to take place in Sun Horizon, unless planes can be used to travel between Danceverses, this would put As it Was and by extention Agent D's Base in Sun Horizon aswell.

This is it for now. Thank you for reading.

Stay hydrated, dancers

[thespacenico]

not too far (you're my favorite place)

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ klance, 1.1k words

Keith has never been particularly fond of flying.

It’s not that he’s scared—not of the flying itself, at least. Planes just have a tendency to make him claustrophobic, no matter what he tries to make himself more comfortable. Too many people and too little space, too few snacks and way too much noise. There’s no such thing as a good seat on an airplane, and even if there were, there’s no guarantee that there won’t be a fussy baby in the row directly behind.

He’s just very protective of his personal space, something that airlines basically trick people into purchasing in the form of first class tickets, something which a broke college student like Keith can’t afford. If he had his way, he’d rather drive to his destination alone in a quiet, air-conditioned car, even if it added hours and hours and hours to his travel time. 

Unfortunately, driving across the Atlantic Ocean isn’t really an option. Keith was just lucky enough to be able to book a direct flight from France to the U.S. so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting lost in a foreign country while trying to catch a connecting flight. The downside is that he’s trapped in a cabin full of strangers for upwards of 10 hours. He has survived on nothing but room temperature water and chips from the airport vending machine.

He’s been in Paris for the last two weeks studying painting techniques for an art internship. Pretty much every art student’s dream, including his. He could have spent days in The Louvre if they’d let him. It feels like only yesterday that he was complaining about how far away the trip was, and now the entire summer has flown by in the blink of an eye. 

But as much as he loved his time in France, he’s anxious to get home. Two weeks is a long time. He misses Kosmo, and his bed, and struggling to decide between multiple different sugary sweet iced coffees with an abundance of whipped cream at the coffee shop on campus. The pastries he had from the bakery near his hotel were amazing, but still nothing beats Adam’s banana bread. He misses his friends, and Shiro, and pretending to be annoyed when he comes into his room just to say hi.

When the plane finally touches down and Keith switches his phone off airplane mode, the screen almost immediately lights up with a text.

8:37pm lance ♡: can’t wait to see you :)

Keith bites his lip, no doubt failing miserably to hide his smile. Oh yeah. He supposes he missed Lance, too.

The wait to collect his bag and get off the plane is probably just the same as always, but this one feels particularly infinite. Keith slips into the queue as soon as he gets the chance, his stomach flipping over on itself as he waits for the line to get moving. The moment he steps off the plane, he finally feels like he can breathe again.

He quickly navigates his way through the crowd of fellow passengers, strangely comforted by the familiarity of signs he can read in full without using Google Translate. The line at customs isn’t quite as long as he might have expected, thank goodness, and he makes it through without any issues (also thank goodness). He’s never been so happy to skip the baggage claim, his single suitcase already in tow as he hurries through to the exit.

Despite the hour, the airport terminal is still full of people rushing about. The sound of suitcases rolling and heels clacking is just white noise at this point, and Keith ignores it all as he weaves through the chaos, eyes searching for the person he knows is already waiting for him.

When his gaze finds Lance through the crowd, his shoulders relax and his heart goes still for what feels like the first time in the past 24 hours. 

Lance sees him too, his face breaking out into a wide smile as he raises an arm and waves. He’s holding a small bouquet of flowers in his other hand, something he always insists on bringing for Keith no matter how many times he tells him he doesn’t have to. It’s about the gesture for him, something that makes Keith’s chest feel warm just thinking about. His feet carry him forward without even needing to be told, picking up more and more speed with each step. 

The second that he’s within reach, Keith drops his suitcase and throws himself into Lance’s waiting arms. Lance wraps his arms around Keith’s shoulders and squeezes, careful not to crush the flowers, and Keith breathes him in as he buries his face in Lance’s neck. They simply hold each other like that for a moment, without speaking, alone together in their own little bubble for the first time in weeks. Tears prick at the corners of Keith’s eyes as Lance presses his face into his hair, kissing his temple.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” he murmurs. Keith just presses closer, his throat tight.

Lance doesn’t say anything about it when they pull away and Keith wipes underneath his eyes, sniffing a little. It’s been a long day, and Keith is exhausted. Lance has definitely figured as much. He reaches down to pick up the handle of Keith’s suitcase, giving him a little extra time to compose himself. Usually Keith would protest, but he’s learned by now that it’s useless. 

“Are you hungry?” Lance asks. Keith is sure he already knows the answer—he’s always too anxious to eat much when flying. It’s sweet of Lance to ask anyway.

“A little,” Keith admits. A lot is what he means, and what Lance has probably gathered.

He smiles as Keith takes the flowers and slides their hands together, tangling their fingers in the space between them. “C’mon. Shiro said we could order takeout, on him. We can put on a movie and crash on the couch, and then you can tell me all about Paris in the morning.” 

Keith really could cry. Lance knows him so well, and Keith loves him so much. He nods, swinging their hands a little back and forth. “That sounds nice.” 

Lance smiles again, keeps smiling when Keith takes the opportunity to step forward and kiss him properly, lips pressed softly together. His eyes are warm when they separate and he squeezes Keith’s hand, humming. “Let’s go then.”  

On the way to the car, Keith drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder. “I missed you,” he says quietly. 

In response, Lance lays his head on top of Keith’s and swipes his thumb over his knuckles. Everything about this, about him, is so comforting and familiar that all of Keith’s stress and tension from the day instantly melts away. He could fall asleep right here right now, all just because Lance is there.

He’s never been so happy to be home.

[patheticpomegranite]

i really hate when people try to justify the quality of the basic accommodation of cruises or airlines or doll collecting or music streaming services by reminding the people complaining of the adequate service of the premium accommodations. i don't give a fuck what an airline's premium or first class looks like. i don't give a fuck about the monster high membership program. i want to know what the basic standard service looks like without needing to pay for them to treat you like a person. if a basic service is available, i am almost always picking it, even if i can afford the premium.

if all of the accommodations are slowly removed from the standard service and then moved to a premium service, and then everyone joins the premium service because they can't stand the standard service, that just proves to the company that that's an okay thing to do and people will proceed to pay. and i say no! fuck that! that shit is not normal.

the standard service should be adequate, the premium should be above and beyond. if you pay for the monster high membership they should hand deliver every special doll they release that you are interested in to you with a bouquet of roses and a note saying how special and amazing and awesome you are. if you pay for premium spotify they should give you early access to tickets to tours, releases of songs, and merch and whatever else you want, downloading songs, not having 2 forty five second ads after 2 songs, and having a song on demand is a standard service. that is the bare minimum. to me, it just all sounds like "well hey it's not all bad, if you pay extra you can get a bigger cabin closer to the deck of the ship and maybe that way you can guarantee your survival in case of the iceberg :D!". that should be a basic service. the providers are just lying to you. stop making other people feel bad for wanting a normal experience that doesn't spit in their face.

[beardedmrbean]

BOSTON (AP) — A former American Airlines flight attendant has pleaded guilty to secretly recording video of a 14-year-old girl using an airplane bathroom and having recordings of four other girls using the lavatories.

Estes Carter Thompson III, 37, of Charlotte, North Carolina, pleaded guilty Thursday to one count of attempted sexual exploitation of children and one count of possession of images of child sexual abuse depicting a prepubescent minor.

According to investigators, the girl got up to use the main cabin lavatory nearest to her seat during a Sept. 2, 2023, flight from Charlotte to Boston but found it was occupied.

Thompson told her the first-class lavatory was unoccupied and escorted her there, investigators said. She told investigators that before she entered the bathroom, Thompson told her he needed to wash his hands and that the toilet seat was broken.

After he left, the teen entered the bathroom and saw red stickers on the underside of the toilet seat lid, which was in the open position, officials said, with the words written in black ink and all caps, “inoperative catering equipment," "remove from service,” and “seat broken.” Beneath the stickers, Thompson had concealed his iPhone to record a video, investigators said. The girl used her phone to take a picture of the stickers and concealed iPhone before leaving.

“We are pleased to hear that the American Airlines flight attendant who preyed on at least five young girls as they used the airplane bathroom has pled guilty for his depraved crimes," Paul Llewellyn, whose law firm Lewis & Llewellyn has represented the 14-year-old girl and another victim in lawsuits stemming from the case, said in a statement. "We commend the US Attorney’s Office for its work on the criminal case in bringing this felon to justice.”

Llewellyn said the firm settled the 14-year-old's lawsuit with American Airlines and is set to go to trial in July in the other lawsuit, which was brought on behalf of a 9-year-old girl from Texas.

Prosecutors also allege that their investigation turned up hundreds of images in Thompson’s iCloud account of child sexual abuse generated through artificial intelligence, as well as the images of the other four girls captured on earlier flights using the aircraft lavatories. They were ages 7, 9, 11 and 14.

American Airlines said following his arrest that Thompson was “immediately withheld from service” and hadn’t worked for the airline since the phone was discovered.

Attempted sexual exploitation of children carries a sentence of 15-30 years in prison, while possessing images of sexual abuse of a prepubescent minor carries a maximum prison term of 20 years. Both charges also provide for at least five years of supervised release, a fine of up to $250,000 and restitution.

Thompson is scheduled to be sentenced June 17.