#and my background is a plane runway

[afanelena]

Miller shouldn't have left. But in the end, Season 6 was meant to show the true faces of everyone involved, right?

And I probably would wish — I really would! — express some support to Miller, because in any case, he was the one who gave me these magnificent first seasons of the show! But what about some nihilistic view of the current situation, eh?

Miller wasn't as eloquent as Tuchman and Chang, but he was still involved in Gaslighting of loyal viewers. Right? That viewers who have remained loyal to the show all these years. Reviewed it. Commented on it. And, in the end, to simplify things, these viewers paid Miller a salary.

Anyway, Miller was standing shoulder to shoulder with ET & YC, when all these bloodthirsty interviews and other rubbish flew into the confused audience. Was he trapped? Did he have the autonomy to change the situation? Could his certain gentleness have been caused by the fact that in his soul he still loved at least some of the loyal audience?

And then my next question is simple — can love atone for complicity in bulling and premeditated murder? A murder committed with deliberate cruelty towards the audience. Meaningless to the character. Moreover, destroying the canon. A murder that sacrificed not only Nick, but also June, and all for the sake of shock value.

Or maybe it's simpler? Maybe I'm blinded by Miller's previous achievements and looking for excuses for him? Maybe I'm still looking at him through rose-colored glasses?

Despite the love that probably still lived in his heart, did Miller instead give preference to the power that the sequel promised him?? We didn't see what he was doing 95% of the time that passed between the s5 and s6, right? Did Miller probably benefit from how high he was in the hierarchy? Did he like it? He did not want to risk his position, and therefore, when the execution of the spectators began, and when the ropes tightened around their necks, he did not stand up for them? FOR US.

And yes, Miller did not shoot at the heads of those spectators who miraculously survived the hanging.

But he was handing out the cartridges.

His presence was supposed to give legitimacy to the madness that was going on. And his speeches were meant to silence those who would dare to object.

Surely Miller wanted to do the right thing, right? He wasn't a ”bad" guy, was he? And perhaps he hoped that if he “wouldn't kept his head up", it would save him, and he would not get hurt because he chose the side of the “winners"?

But the truth is that the world in which the plane broke out — and broke out, I must say, cinematically; colorful flashes against the background of the night sky and runway lights it was oh highly art.… — So, that world stopped being something that happened “only on screen” — because June, who chose to kill Nick, destroyed the “fourth” wall.

The point of no return for the audience was close before that. It was like walking on the edge of a precipice. 1) The deterioration of drama from season to season; 2) In imposing actions and thoughts on the characters that are not typical for them; 3) Instead of devoting time to the development of the plot forward, the script was stuck in a triangle for three whole years. In a triangle that hardly made sense. 4) With each passing season, Gilead became less and less like itself, turning into a theme park where you can go after lunch.… And although the stakes and risks should have increased over time, instead the characters only acquired the story armor of invulnerability.… 5) Season 6 became a candle that was lit on the top tier of a previously poisoned cake: it was such a weak and lazily executed job that loyal viewers refused to admit until the last moment that the writers had screwed up. Hope was beating desperately in their hearts — surely such a grandiosely launched series could be sent to ruins, repeating the experience of GOT? Well, as they say, hold my beer.…

Well, if the plan was to bury a sequel that hasn't even been released yet, then in my humble opinion they did a great job. Audaciously. Boldly.

But I'm still doing what many people call mental gymnastics, trying to figure out who Miller thinks is The Testaments' target audience?

Maybe these are the extremely aggressive radical feminists for whom the legacy of THT was trampled into the mud? I don't think so, because I don't understand what could interest these women in a sequel.

Maybe TT's target audience is random viewers who switch streaming services and watch episodes with the back of their head while they cook in the kitchen? Or who scrolling through the IG tape, glancing at the screen with one eye?

No matter how hard I try, the task doesn't seem to be solved. Because it is absolutely certain that TT's target audience cannot be viewers who loved June and Nick with all their hearts and, according to the canon, naively waited for a sequel that would tell them about their daughter and Hannah. About two sisters. And about the LOVE AS STRONG AS DEATH.

Until the last minute, until the very end of episode 10, I was naive, believing that the writers after all will show respect to those viewers who remembered all the plot lines, knew the characters, devoted dozens of hours of their lives, discussing their motives and wondering about the possible development of events. Oh, that was really naive.

Whoever came up with the idea of comparing season 6 to a “love letter to fans” deserves to have his name spoken out loud. Is it fair that the real “heroes" remain unnamed? I'm sure fans would love to send copies of this letter back. Shove in throat.

There were about a hell of a lot of ways to finish Nick's arc satisfactorily. And in most of these ways, he even didn't stay with June; if the writers were desperate to drag a dead horse named Luke to the finish line, then to hell with them. We wouldn't like it, but we would respect it anyway.…

However, instead, the show chose the way to burned the entire story to the ground. THE WHOLE STORY. From s01ep01 to the last frame: — My name is Offred…

Miller, putting THT in the hands of the new showrunners, seems to have given them weapons, but didn't teach them how to use it? What a misunderstanding to kill two shows at once with one shot.

On the screen, the revolution was pathetic. Could it have been different if everything AGAIN happened behind the scenes?

The real revolution began after the final episode — in the comments. It's impossible to ignore the fact that almost no one has written about June (seriously, writers, how did you manage to “kill” the character so much?). Instead, thousands of comments revolved around two huge — HUGE ones! — questions.

What the fuck did you do to Nick?? And where the hell is Hannah?? Bittersweetly, neither question adds new viewers to the sequel.…

Obviously, those who had no idea that Hannah couldn't be saved in THT didn't know anything about TT's existence. Will it be possible to lure them to watch the sequel now, after they waited six seasons and were ruined? Well, you can try.

The second category of viewers is much more ruthless. Those who knew about Hannah's fate and were really WAITING for The Testaments are now sending the sequel to hell. And Miller and his team should really hope and be happy if everything ends up just being ignored by this part of the audience. Which, to be honest, I soooo doubt — the wicked irony is that it was this show that told us that WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO FEEL RAGE. Oh, and we have the rage, you can be sure.

At first it was mute disbelief. It was replaced by passionate denial. Then, in an instant, we were engulfed by an ocean of pain, anger, and resentment.

After that, many needed real medicines to cope with it. No kidding. I was one of those people who took pills to deal with the grief of losing a character. And I'm still not okay if I spend my time typing all this text on the keyboard. So what will be my next stage?

Obviously, I'll move on to accepting the situation next. Yes, the show killed Nick. It turned 180 degrees, suddenly announcing to me that this man was a villain, ate kittens for breakfast and washed his hands with the blood of virgins. OK. I heard you. This is complete bullshit, of course. But I really heard you.

The most important thing begins after the Acceptance stage arrives. This is the stage of experiencing grief when a person finds the strength to move on and helps others to do so. As for what's going on in THT's fandom, that's exactly what I'm seeing RIGHT NOW. The audience gets to this stage one by one. And they are no longer alone! I can see from the posts here and the comments on IG, TikTok and other apps that hundreds of us have not shown ourselves in all previous years. We had a favorite pair of characters who got a great love story on screen.; And even though their love continued to be tested, we knew exactly where everything was heading. We had a CANON of books, damn it! Which, as we were assured, the show really follows. I already have a sore spot on my tongue from repeating this endlessly, but in the books, Nick is alive. Nick is Mayday. Nick reunites with his daughter and can hug his grandchildren.…

But if the show used me cheaply to grossly and filthily violate the canon in order to make a political statement, well, then I think my hands are free. I HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT MOST OF NICK AND JUNE'S FANS WON'T BE WATCHING THE TESTAMENTS. Moreover, very, very many of us will spare no time and effort to contribute to sinking this ship. TT without Nick and June's fans, this is just ANOTHER of the hundreds of shows that are released weekly.… TT could have received our support, but I remember perfectly well how they showed me where my place was. SEVERAL MONTHS OF GASLIGHTING, INSULTS, AND DELIBERATE BULLYING. Would you like to receive a video of my reaction to ep 09?? Well, I shouldn't have trusted sadists. But how was I supposed to know? Rose-colored glasses and all that, right?

The rating of season 6 of THT on IMDB is only 7.6 versus 8.4 for season 2. The final episode of the series was rated at 5.6. And the figures steadily continue to fall … On Tomatoes, season 5 was rated by viewers by only 23%. Season 6 is still holding a 42% level, but it's absurd to hope that these numbers won't equalize sooner or later. Metacritics: Season 5 is 4.5, season 6 has already dropped to 5.4. Viewers are not idiots. Have the writers probably forgotten about this?

I'm not saying that my feelings are objective. Maybe Miller couldn't have done anything. I don't know. But if the show is telling me that Nick deserved to die for being an “accomplice," then why shouldn't I use the same rule against Miller? In the end, after all these years, HE CHOSE POWER instead of telling a good consistent story and being respectful to his audience.

Bruce Miller made the mistake of letting Nick get on the damn plane and letting June watch it. Oh, it's definitely a betrayal. Which is impossible to forgive.

Surely Miller was asked to give up? Most likely many times?

Well… now he's going to reap what he's sown. #BOYCOTTTHETESTAMENTS

[bekolxeram]

Heya, I've got a question since you seem to know a lot about aviation. So this point is a bit of a 'controversy' among the fans: does Tommy fly both helicopters and planes, or just helicopters? People are inferring the former because of the episode in season 2 where Chimney called Tommy, and then the water-bomber plane came, and, watching this, Chimney thanked Tommy. Now, I find it to be entirely plausible that a) Chimney meant it as a thanks because Tommy organized the rescue rather than being the pilot himself and b) also a minor detail that, while written back then, was never meant to come back in the way it did. Now, however, we have a lot more background info on Tommy, and to me it seems unlikely that he got training for both helicopters and planes, and that he does fly both in his line of work. Also, if he was able to fly planes as well and had access to them at work, why would they take a helicopter to Vegas when a light aircraft would be the better option? (I assume, though I could be wrong). What are your thoughts and your expertise on this?

Thank you for asking! Always love an aviation related question.

One of the first posts I've ever written here is about this very topic. The US Army operates mainly helicopters. Yes, they do have like a hundred or so fixed wing aircrafts for transport and recon missions, but that's nothing compared to the 4000+ helicopters currently in service. You also have to finish your entire helicopter pilot training before you can even apply for fixed wing training program for the Army. Tommy's timeline is already tight enough, I don't think he had the time to learn how to fly a plane in the military. (You need like at least 800 hours on a multi-engine airplane as pilot-in-command to be considered for the CAL FIRE training program for instant.)

But the most damning evidence is that the news reporter in 2x14 actually said the air tanker was with CAL FIRE, so not LAFD, a completely different agency. I imagine Air Ops had their hands tied during that major power outage already, so Tommy had to pull some strings and call other agencies for help. (Shamelessly pugging my own hc of Tommy dating a CAL FIRE pilot in the past here.)

And yes, light fixed wing aircrafts are much more suited for medium range trips. They are also cheaper to rent and more widely available than helicopters. So there's a chance that Tommy has no experience on an airplane at all. Helicopter pilots do have a head start when learning how to fly a plane though, the basics of flight are the same, it's just the mechanical side of things that differs between rotary and fixed wing. For example, you have to closely monitor your air speed when flying a plane, because it generates lift by deflecting the incoming stream of air downward. If you fly too slow, you risk stalling the plane and falling out of the sky. A helicopter on the other hand, actively moves air downward by spinning the main rotor, so air speed is not that important for safety, you can move straight up and down without moving an inch horizontally.

That's not to say it's impossible for Tommy to know how to fly a small airplane. He may simply have more connections in the rotary wing world, or he feels more comfortable flying a friend in a helicopter since he's more experienced. Helicopters also have the advantage of landing straight down in tight spaces, eliminating the need to wait for a landing slot on a runway when traffic is high.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

every bone in my body needs a part 2 of “for you”

maybe when the reader lands and they are going to meet up with tyler they both lock eyes and the reader drops her luggage and runs and jumps into tyler’s arms and they are both crying and stuff. and josh is standing there awkwardly. then they go back to tyler’s and they get to know josh and maybe start on working on what they want to do for tour???

it’s taken me awhile to request this because i forgot about tumblr for a hot minute 😅

but no rush please take your time and i can’t wait!!!

For You Part 2- Tyler Joseph x Reader

PART 1

Warnings: none hehe

Word count: 1714

A/N: Honestly the For You story is literally my favourite out of all the ones I've done 😭 so glad I got the opportunity to write a part 2 😘

Summer 2012

My plane touched down with a gentle jolt, the kind that always brought me back to reality as the adrenaline of going fast down the runway hit me. My stomach flipped as I leaned to peer out the window, the familiar sight of Columbus’ skyline coming into view. I hadn’t been home in years. And I hadn’t seen him in even longer. Tyler.

The idea of seeing him again had been exhilarating on the plane, but now, I felt sick to my stomach. Would he even recognize me after all this time? What if we didn’t click the way we used to? My hands fumbled with the strap of my carry-on bag as I tried to steady myself.

“Calm down,” I told myself, exhaling slowly. “It’s just Tyler.”

But that wasn’t true. It wasn’t just Tyler. It was the boy who had held me on summer nights, whose laugh could light up the darkest of days, and whose voice—deeper now, richer—still managed to make my heart race through a phone speaker.

Gripping my bag, I made my way through the terminal, scanning the crowd for him. And then, I saw him.

Tyler stood by the baggage claim, wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. His arms were crossed, but when his eyes locked on mine, his whole posture changed. His face broke into a grin—no, the grin, the one that made me feel like nothing bad could ever happen in the world.

I froze for a moment, taking him in. He looked older, sure, but it was still Tyler. His presence was magnetic and clearly not just for me because people were quickly starting to walk up and talk to him. A rush of emotions hit me all at once: nostalgia, excitement, and nerves. I stood there watching him as he took a few pictures with some girls before quickly waving goodbye. 

Once I was sure we’d have our time, I ran toward him, the sound of my footsteps drowned out by the pounding of my heart. Tyler was already moving too, his long strides eating up the distance between us. When we met, his arms wrapped around me with a force that knocked the air out of my lungs.

“Tyler!” I gasped, clutching him like I never wanted to let go.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice breaking just slightly. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, holding me tighter. I felt his shoulders tremble, and that was all it took for my own tears to start falling.

“I missed you so much,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

“I missed you more,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

We stood there for what felt like forever, the rest of the airport fading into the background. Eventually, I pulled back, just enough to look at him. His face was damp with tears, but he was smiling, and God, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“You’re here,” he said, almost like he didn’t believe it.

“I’m here,” I replied, laughing softly as I wiped my face.

That’s when I noticed him.

A guy stood a few feet away, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. He had frizzy hair and a kind, open face, but his expression was somewhere between amused and uncomfortable, like he wasn’t sure if he should be watching this moment unfold.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I said, pulling away from Tyler but still keeping one hand locked in his. “You must be Josh.”

The guy smiled, a little awkward but genuine. “Yep, that’s me. And you’re Y/N, right? Tyler’s told me a lot about you.”

“All good things, I hope?” I teased, my cheeks warming.

Josh chuckled. “Mostly.”

“Josh,” Tyler warned, shooting him a glare.

“What? I was just saying–” Josh held up his hands in mock surrender, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

The ride back to Tyler’s house was a mix of nostalgia and laughter. Tyler drove, his hand occasionally tapping the steering wheel in time with the music playing softly in the background. Josh sat in the passenger seat, chiming in every so often with a story about the band or a sarcastic remark that had me giggling. It felt good. Natural.

“So, how long have you two been working together?” I asked, leaning forward from the back seat.

“About three years,” Josh said. “Met through a mutual friend, started jamming together, and somehow ended up here.”

“Somehow,” Tyler echoed with a grin.

“And you’re the drummer, right?” I asked.

Josh nodded. “Yep. And the voice of reason most of the time.”

“That’s debatable,” Tyler quipped, earning a laugh from both of us.

When we pulled up to Tyler’s house, my heart skipped a beat. It was modest but charming, with a front porch that looked like it belonged in a movie. As I stepped inside, the familiarity of Tyler’s world washed over me—the warmth, the chaos, the creativity.

“Okay,” Tyler said, clapping his hands together. “Welcome to HQ.”

“HQ?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s what he calls it,” Josh said, rolling his eyes. “I just call it his house.”

“Whatever,” Tyler said, brushing him off. “Come on, I’ll show you where the magic happens.”

He led me to the living room, where a whiteboard leaned against the wall, covered in scribbles of song titles, setlist ideas, and doodles. There was also a laptop, some recording equipment, and an acoustic guitar propped against the couch.

“This is where we’re planning for tour,” Tyler explained, his eyes lighting up.

Josh plopped onto the couch and grabbed a bag of chips from the coffee table. “He’s been obsessing over it for weeks.”

“Because it has to be perfect,” Tyler shot back, then turned to me. “And that’s where you come in. Normally Mark would be helping us but because it’s a bigger production we need a bit more help.”

I looked at him, then at the whiteboard. “You want me to help bring it all to life?”

“Exactly.”

“Where’s Mark?” I asked, looking around the room. 

“He’s in Cincinnati working a festival but he’ll be back on Monday. He lives here with us,” Tyler smiled. 

For the next few hours, we brainstormed ideas, throwing out concepts for visuals, transitions, and how to make the performances feel like a full experience. Josh offered input every now and then, but it was clear that Tyler and I were in our element.

At one point, Tyler leaned back and looked at me with a soft smile. “I forgot how good we are together.”

I smiled back. “Me too.”

Later that night, after Josh had gone to bed and the house was quiet, Tyler and I sat on the porch, a couple of sodas between us. The air was cool, and the stars above seemed brighter than I remembered.

“Thanks for coming back,” Tyler said, his voice low.

“Of course,” I replied, turning to look at him. 

He smiled, but there was something else in his expression—something deeper. “I’ve thought about you a lot, Y/N. More than I should, probably.”

My breath caught, but I managed to keep my voice steady. “I’ve thought about you too.”

For a moment, we just sat there, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between us.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” I replied, and for the first time in years, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be. His confession felt heavy but warm, like wrapping yourself in a favorite old blanket. The stars above seemed brighter, almost as if they were cheering for us.

I turned to him, his features soft in the dim light spilling from the porch. His eyes searched mine, hesitant but hopeful, like he wasn’t sure if he should take the leap.

“Tyler…” I whispered, my voice trailing off.

His hand shifted closer to mine on the porch step, brushing against it lightly before his fingers intertwined with mine. The familiar touch sent a wave of warmth coursing through me. For all the years and distance between us, this felt as natural as breathing.

“Say it,” he urged softly, his voice cracking just a little.

I smiled, my heart thundering in my chest. “I don’t know how to say it.”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “You’ve never been at a loss for words before.”

“Guess you have that effect on me,” I replied, my voice light but my gaze steady on his.

His smile faded just slightly, replaced by a tenderness that made me forget everything else. Slowly, carefully, Tyler leaned in. I could feel the heat of his breath, see the way his lashes brushed against his cheek as his eyes fluttered shut.

And then, his lips met mine.

It was soft at first, tentative, like he was testing the waters. But as I leaned into him, pressing closer, the kiss deepened. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was an apology for the years apart, a promise for whatever came next, and everything in between.

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin as if he wanted to memorize every detail. My own hands moved instinctively, one resting against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palm.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless. Tyler rested his forehead against mine, his eyes still closed, a small, almost disbelieving smile playing on his lips.

“Worth the wait,” he murmured, his voice husky.

I laughed softly, my hands still resting against him. “You always were a smooth talker.”

He opened his eyes then, his gaze locking onto mine. “No, I mean it. I’ve waited for this, for you. And now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go again.”

I didn’t have the words to respond, so instead, I pulled him into another kiss, this one filled with all the things I couldn’t say.

In that moment, under the stars and surrounded by the quiet hum of the Ohio night, it didn’t matter what the future held. All that mattered was him, us, this.

We had found our way back to each other, and for the first time in years, everything felt right.

//

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[lamialamia]

Mota ep 5 rewatch thoughts

I forgot how good ep 5 is simply because I like episode 6 too much! But it is pretty good!

Bucky is suffering. Which I love. That man really know how to be in anguish 🤌🤌🤌The opening scene of him drinking and smoking alone in the left seat (Buck's seat) and how he isn't feeling anything? Oh Bucky. Killing those civilians isn't going to help you feel anything anyway.

I'm never over the trading sheepskin jacket detail.

Bucky you make such a great war widow.

Ok back on track: Bubbles and Crosby! They still pull at my heartstring. Oh they do. This friendship is everything 😭😭😭 They hugged like they are dancing together 😭😭

I love the Rosie's portion of the episode, he's incredibly badass. The competency is ridiculous <333

I started listening to Artie Shaw after this episode. Great great dude. Love his music, so thanks MOTA for that personally.

This is also where Hambone got that wicked scar on his face. Really adds to him as a character haha

The injuries and gores in this show are gory indeed. And to think they have to keep working through it in the sky...

Once again. The narration is pretty unnecessary. Let me see the ground crew and base people sit in their anxiety instead of having Crosby telling me they are please.

I wonder if the lack of background activities in this episode is deliberate or the COVID regulation is in full swing. Maybe it does because it tie to the absolute desolation of the mission. Only one plane came back, the empty interrogation room, just like the empty fields around the runway.

That interrogation room scene were fucked up. Still is. Still is.

[freckleshine007]

Are Planes Becoming More Dangerous? (an amateur take no one asked for)

(images of recent crashes below cut)

This is a frankly lukewarm take on the situation but I have so many thoughts about the recent aviation incidents and I need to share them. Also, if you want an actual explanation for this from someone within the industry, I would reccomend checking out Mentor Pilot's video on the situation. I should also note that I have no background in aviation aside from research in my free time. I am a history major, do not take my word for anything. However, this is my Tumblr blog and I can do whatever I want forever, actually.

Now for my opinions:

Although it's true that there has been a slight increase in fatal incidents from 2024-2025, few of them really share any similarities. A majority of the incidents contributing to this statistic come from civil aviation. There are a number of reasons why civil aviation has seen this major increase but for the average commercial flyer, it is not something that should make you nervous to board your next flight. As for the major accidents in commercial aviation over these past few months (Dec 2024-Feb 2025), I will breifly cover each here:*

*no final reports have been released for these accidents and thus, I will do my best to limit my speculations to their causes

23 December, 2024: Swiss Air Lines Flight 1885

International flight from OTP to ZRH

Airbus 220-300 (2017)

Used two Pratt and Whitney PW1524G-3 engines

Experienced an engine failure at 40,000 leading to smoke entering the cabin and an emergency landing at GRZ

Of the 79 occupants, there was one fatality of a crew member and 16 injuries due to smoke inhalation

25 December, 2024: Azerbaijan Airlines FLight 8243

International flight from GYD to GRV

Embraer 190AR (Advanced Range)

Used two General Electric CF34-10E6 engines

Hit by a Russian surface-to-air missile (or debris from a surface-to-air or different missile or weapon) while flying through Russian airspace, leading to an attempted emergency landing at SCO

Crashed on landing

Out of the 67 people on board, 38 died in the crash including both pilots and one flight attendant

All 29 survivors were injured

29 December, 2024: Jeju Air Flight 2216

International flight from BKK to MWX

Boeing 737-8AS

Used two CFM International CFM56-7B engines

Encountered a bird strike on approach to MWX and made an emergency go-around

The landing gear did not deploy on second approach, leading to a belly landing beyond the touchdown zone and eventually colliding with the approach lighting system and a concrete berm at the end of the runway

Of the 181 occupants, only two cabin crew members survived

28 January, 2025: Air Busan Flight 391

International flight from PUS to HKG

Airbus A321 (no relevant engine information)

During the flight, a fire started in the tail section of the plane (possibly caused by a portable charger or other lithium battery stored in the overhead bins)

The plane landed safely back at PUS with 7 minor injuries and no fatalities of the 176 passengers and crew

29 January, 2025: American Airlines Flight 5342

Domestic flight from ICT to DCA

Bombardier CRJ700 (configured as CRJ701ER) (no relevant engine information)

Collided with a U.S. Army UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter on approach to DCA while over the Potomac River

All 67 passengers and crew on both aircraft were killed

6 Feburary, 2025: Bering Air Flight 445

Domestic flight from UNK to OME

Cessna 208B Grand Caravan EX

Propeller plane with one Pratt and Whitney PT6A-114A engine

Experienced a rapid loss of elevation and crashed into an ice flow in the Norton Sound

All ten passengers and crew were killed in the accident

little else is known currently about the incident

17 Feburary, 2025: Delta Connection Flight 4819

International flight from MSP to YYZ

Bombardier CRJ900 (configured as CRJ900LR)

Used two General Electric CF34-8C5 turbofan engines

Crashed and flipped over on the runway at YYZ

Right wing and T-tail seperated on impact and caught fire

All 80 passengers and crew survived with 21 injured

So what does this all mean?

As you can see, each of these incidents are incredibly different from one another and although many fear incidients like this ever since the two 737max crashes of 2019 and 2020, it is unlikely that such a structural failure will occure again. It is good to place pressure on manufacturers (Boeing, I'm looking at you) to make safety their priotity over profit, however, commercial aviation has been safer than ever. Even though 2025 started off with some horrible tragedies, the average flyer should be able to take a flight with the peace of mind that these events are still incredibly unlikely and because of these incidents, the aviation industry has become even safer. So no, actually, planes have not become more dangerous recently. Media coverage of aviation incidents has increased signifigantly since the 737max crashes and this has made the public more aware of them which in turn often creates the false illusion that aviation incidents are happening more frequently, which they aren't really. Overall, commercial aviation is a very safe industry with rigorous regulations and investigative boards that improve every day.

[myceliumbean]

Came across the fact that on Wikipedia (so not really THAT accurate but I'll take it as long as it didn't get too wild), it says that the primary users of Gulfstream V (which is likely what Siddeley refers to our realworld aircraft) are USAF, USCG, and USN, along with a few countries' air force for VIP transport, millitary purposes, and rescue mission.

Like, it means that Siddeley can actually HAVE a more detailed background story about why he joined the MI6 and what happened before he joined the MI6.

Sid is definitely allowed to fly VIP transport, based on Planes 2 when he flew across the PPAA in the evening sunlight, so we could assume that he did this before he joined the MI6. (Or the MI6 simply gave him the training he need and send him off flying around freely when he's not that busy. )

And compare to Finn (or Leland, in some case), Siddeley is way too young. Gulfstream V first flew on 1995 and entered service on 1997, it makes Sid like… a bit older than me?

That's insane! 'Cuz he so good at his job, and his quick thinking of sliding into another runway when he got shot and lost balance? That's pretty impressive.

Not to mention he just opened fire on a runway for AIRLINERS. Finn and Mater had just dodged an airliner on their run, and Sid just came in hot, shooting the lemons away.

He's a bit crazy, I'm sure of this.

Oh, back to the Gulfstream V, they are so BIG.

29.4 m in length and 28.5 m in wingspan, with 8.2 m in height, he's the giant in these agents in Cars 2, and if the space for each passenger works as half as the real world, Sid can take 5-7 cars with him, and that's beyond the number of the agents that will appear in the AU me and my friend was about to write.

The only missing piece is, how cold could Siddeley endure?

Of course he could fly in extremely cold temperature, but as far as I know, airplanes need de-icing activity on themselves and the ground to ensure flight safety.

So, if in one case, Sid was forced to land in a random field under freezing rain situation, overran, and popped his front tire when hitting the iced ground, how long can he kept himself conscious? Or worse, how long did he have before the cold kill him?

This will be a good question in the AU, 'cuz this time it's not only Sid himself, he's got Finn, Holley, and Rod with him, the four of them going on a mission tracking down the Lemons.

(Yeah Rod was alive in the AU, glad that someone in the Lemons saved him)

Oh and Holley got a better chance fighting the cold in the AU. (Which means I'm making up some wierd science sh*t in my fics AGAIN)

Her flying ability with thrusters instead of turbofans like Sid makes me wonder whether she was modified to be more like a driving plane than a flying car.

Well, these were some of more other ideas I got when planning about this AU.

Leave anything if these words inspire you to think more about the agents!

[postav54]

This shot and that door in the background remind me of when I used to hook up with my boss inside the airport every day, not even exaggerating. At some point we even hooked up in the head manager’s office looking out at the planes coming in & out of the runway, top tier smut energy. My partner say’s I should write a book about it, we’ll see what happens lol

[cmccormicksvad2022-2025]

(ARTS347) Project #1 Presentation & Figma Module 3: What is Prototyping? 

Week Four

Project #1: Airline Mobile UI & Wrap Presentation

This week marked the official conclusion of project #1, in which students were assigned to create a luxury airline sub-brand for Delta Airlines. The goal was to develop an airline that reflected Delta's design principles. The deliverables included Figma files for the mobile and widget screens, a brief branding guide, process materials, and a plane wrap that served as a physical extension of the brand.

The project was inspired by Delta airline's current branding, particularly its mobile app and ticketing system. The goal was to create a luxurious experience for passengers. Inspiration was drawn from Delta's current and past branding, vintage illustrations, and imagery from the 1920s to achieve a sophisticated and glamorous look and feel. In summary, Noble Horizons is Delta’s new line of luxury airliners, catering to passengers seeking a comfortable and regal air travel experience. It introduces award-winning services and top-tier amenities, aiming to provide a seamless travel journey. Noble Horizons sets a new standard for luxury air travel by combining timeless sophistication with contemporary innovation. Every aspect, from spacious seating to elegant exteriors and gourmet dining, is designed to enhance the journey. Whether crossing continents or soaring through the skies, Noble Horizons guarantees an extraordinary experience, as exceptional as the destinations passengers seek to explore.

Starting with the mood board, I found images from Delta's current and older branding, particularly the crown and iconic triangle logo marks. I also looked for typography from their current branding, as well as other images that capture the look and mood of 1920s glamour and sophistication without being too specific to the Art Deco style. Moving on to the initial sketches, the logo mark for Noble Horizon was inspired by vintage airline pins and the aesthetics of the golden age of air travel. I took inspiration from Delta Airlines' logo and played around with angular shapes and triangles to create a mark that reflects the Art Deco style of Noble Horizons. The word mark is a customized Whitney Medium typeface that is slightly thinner than Delta's current word mark, paying homage to Delta as the parent company without looking too similar to Delta's current branding. The thinner typeface also presents a sort of luxury and royalty aspect. The logo mark pays homage to Delta's current logo mark but is more elevated to look sophisticated, reminiscent of the angles often seen in 1920s art deco, and is also in the shape of an airplane and a runway. The colors of the logo mark are light and dark gold to show depth and similarity to the current Delta Airlines logo mark (light and dark red).

The mobile screens display the UI design of the airline app and its widgets. The app itself has a clean look, with a subtly faded continuous background that features a more geometric style of Delta's current logo. Delta blue is integrated consistently throughout the app to maintain a unified branding identity across all screens. While these screens are not exact prototypes, viewing my designs on an iPhone 13/14 screen was helpful for assessing the text sizing and legibility. The mobile screens include medium, small, and large widgets, as well as welcome and booking screens, trip summary, departing, and ticket screens. All these screens maintain a continuous, clean, and easily navigable look and feel. The airplane wrap itself is a continuation of the branding identity. Overall, this project provided me with valuable experience in using Figma. Am I prepared to work on prototypes for the next project? To be honest, I'm not entirely sure, but I'm definitely up for the challenge and excited to see what project #2 has in store.

Figma Module 3: What is Prototyping?

The required reading for this week discusses the use of prototyping in Figma, how to prototype, and why it is still essential to learn. In reviewing my personal experience with prototyping from Assignment #3 and playing around with the prototype features for Project #1, this action is a very helpful feature in allowing designers to see how their designs look on various devices, whether that is an iPhone, iPad, Macbook, etc. While this is a helpful feature, learning to prototype seems daunting and at times impossible to do. However, I must learn how to prototype if I am going to complete and succeed at accomplishing the goals and requirements of Project #2, and this module couldn't have come at a better time.

To summarize, prototyping involves creating a digital model of a product for designers to test and receive feedback before final production. It's a way to transform sketches and wireframes into interactive simulations, often without coding, in order to evaluate user interaction.

Prototyping helps save time, money, and energy in the long run by enabling developers and designers to gather user feedback, obtain early validation, and refine features and improve communication skills. Prototypes help ensure that a design works well for users by allowing for early feedback, making it easier and cheaper to fix issues before investing in full development. Prototyping also validates early concepts, aligns stakeholders, and provides a realistic view of the product before it's built.

While reading this article, I'm beginning to understand the difference between low-fidelity and high-fidelity prototyping better. For instance, a low-fidelity prototype is used early in the design phase to validate concepts with minimal time investment. Essentially, this prototype serves as proof of concept to test ideas and functionality.

In contrast, high-fidelity prototyping is closer to the finished product, with more detailed design, interactions, and functionality. This prototype is typically used in later design stages to test specific features or flows.

Initially, a designer begins creating prototypes using paper to create quick, rough sketches of architecture, functionality, and flow. These sketches are easy to change but lack interactivity. Next, the designer moves on to developing a low-fidelity prototype, providing a working model of basic UX/UI elements without coding.

Lastly, the designer creates a high-fidelity version of the prototype, which includes realistic design details, polish, and complex interactions. This prototype is used to test the product in a near-final form, including hardware functionality if needed.

Overall, low-fidelity and high-fidelity prototypes have their place in the design process, and the choice depends on the specific challenge. After reading this article, I find this information incredibly helpful, and it's making me understand prototyping a little easier. Am I an expert? No, not by a long shot. However, prototyping doesn't seem as scary or intimidating, which I consider an absolute win.

[tanmayabhyyankar]

Final Major Project 3

After building the bike garage, I focused on designing an aviation hangar background for my big project. Taking the same technique, I started by collecting references for hangars and stunt planes to have a clear vision of what I intended to design. Every image I discovered inspired me, sparked new thoughts, and fueled my creativity.

After lengthy research and preparation, I decided to focus on creating a 3D model of a stunt airplane. I wanted to make sure that every feature, from the beautiful design to the aerodynamic qualities, was accurately reproduced. In addition to the plane, I wanted to create a departure zone with runways and landing strips. To make things more realistic, I researched common items seen in hangars.

[a-wandering-imagination]

Chapter 39

Jake didn’t even raise a fuss as Anton and Niki explained to him that they were both leaving. He hugged her and shook Anton’s hand. “Keep an eye on her… please,” he said, before releasing his grip on Anton’s hand.

“I will,” Anton replied and nodded slightly. 

The rest of the group said nothing, but a couple of them waved as the two shouldered their bags and headed towards the court building to meet up with the old man. He had told them to get their gear and meet him there and he would take them out to the jet. 

As they rounded the corner of Spring Street and 6th Avenue, heading towards the front entrance of the courthouse, they saw a military humvee parked at the curb with the motor running. The old man was in the driver’s seat. When he saw them approaching, he jerked his thumb towards the back door, motioning for them to get in. The both jogged to the passenger side and Niki hopped in the front seat and Anton took the seat behind her. They both tossed their gear into the empty seat behind the old man. He sat watching the both of them get situated. When they looked up he stared at them both for a couple minutes. Niki glanced back at Anton then back to the old man. Finally, the old man reached across the center console and offered Niki his hand. “I figure if we’re gonna be travellin’ together, we better get properly acquainted… Name’s Muskie.” 

Niki shook his hand but raised one eyebrow. “Muskie?... Isn’t that a name for a fish?” 

Muskie nodded. “A big, ugly one, with a lower jaw that sticks out like a bulldog. Like mine.” 

“I take it you picked that name up along the way somewhere…???” Niki asked. 

Muskie glanced down at his hands and was silent for a moment. “Yeah. I used to be called something else… but I don’t remember it now. I picked up the nickname in VietNam. They said I was like the fish. Mean and sneaky. Come out of nowhere and fuck you up.” He grinned and looked back at Niki.

“Well, I’m Veronika Tkachenko… but everyone calls me Niki. I worked with Interpol before all this.”

Muskie arched one eyebrow at the mention of Interpol. “Another interrogator in our midst, then…” He winked at her slyly. “And you?” he asked, turning now to look over his shoulder at Anton. 

“Anton Peters,” Anton replied. “Nothing exciting in my background. I worked as an effluent evaluation specialist at a wastewater facility in Juneau.”

Muskie’s brow furrowed. “A what?”

“I cleaned sewer water before it got pumped back out into the ocean.”

Muskie grinned a bit. “Bet your work clothes smelled worse than mine!” 

All three smiled at this and Muskie turned back towards the steering wheel and guided the humvee towards the freeway. They headed south, back towards the Boeing airstrip and the waiting jet. Once at the airfield, it took Muskie a couple hours to round up enough jet fuel to fill the plane. With full tanks, they could make Dugway easy, he thought. Probably not enough to make it back, though. Then he shrugged. Not much chance of any of us living long enough to want to come back, he thought, as he climbed into the cockpit and fired up the engines. He watched the other two as they got situated in the plane. Niki took the copilot’s chair and Anton sat in the passenger seat just outside the cockpit, behind Niki. They both looked much more optimistic than he felt. That was because they’d never been up against anyone like Miles, he thought. Then his mind slipped back to the basement of the courthouse and the terror he had awoken to when Anton had escaped. A shiver ran down his spine once more as he glanced at Anton over his shoulder. Maybe *one* of us will make it back, he thought, as he studied Anton’s profile for a moment. He turned his attention back to the controls and taxied the plane onto the runway and pointed the nose south. Minutes later they were climbing towards 15,000 feet and turning a little east southeast towards the Cascades and the Rockies beyond. Flight time would be less than two hours. 

[misfiredmonologue]

sex shop dispatch #2

a short story

catty #2 (2023); drawn in MS Paint on a cash reigister desktop pc in a gay sex shop in berlin

Plane crashes. Snow on the side of the runway. I look out of the window and smile, while everyone is screaming, hurling off the inflatable slide off the side. I do not stay, I let myself be carried by the crowd, but it feels almost like I am gliding over them, like some kind of unbothered ghost. The plane is not on fire and the wind outside is really cold, yet smells of burnt rubber. We make our way to the rescue personnel among the fire trucks and I look back to see a slender, human-feline body open the side window of the cockpit and jump out unharmed. Their grey fur is ruffled by the wind like tall grass, as they push the captains hat over their catty ears. They walk off into the opposite direction, onto the runway we had just veered off from, that's barely a different shade of white now, with taxiways, snow and more taxiways layering themselves before the grey terminal building, that hovers in the background. For a brief moment an orange winter sun breaks out behind a dense layer of clouds and fog and illuminates their path, as if to say they made the right choice not heading into the commotion. From their confident calmness I can feel that this cat just saved our lives and somehow only the two of us get to feel this supernatural mood shift and zen wash over us. "First time?", the cathuman mouths from quite far away. I smile again and look at the crowds, to which I am still closer, frantically pulling out their phones to film or call loved ones, pushing into busses that were arriving and being tucked into silver and gold thermal blankets. I nod and watch them dance over the snow like speckles of light. "It's been ongoing though. Relentless.... anyways, what made you slip off the runway?" My whispering carried all the way over to the runway. The cat shrugged. "Today I knew this was the right way. I knew it even before the tire burst. You could say I was prepared." The set of footprints was all that was left after a while. My following eyes deduced they had walked all the way back to the gates and with much effort snuck their way all back into the pilots rooms to a warm cup of black coffee.

It would be two more month until I would meet the pilot again, via a more of less blind date on grindr. He hadn't put any photos on his profile I could have identified him with, but the view of the soft chest laying on a sun flooded mahogany bed under a skylight with soft sheets of fabric draped around it pulled me in. I wanted to meet the person who could afford to have such impeccable taste in their comfort and hornyness and seemed to live in a space where not a single thing was grey, except chest hairs fluffing up against pillows. I found out his name was Marshall when I got there and I mostly remembered it because he looked like a Marshall. I lied and told him I worked in a Sex Shop, when the truth was I had quit soon after our accident flight, when my floating state didn't wear off quick enough and my calmness scared the customers and staff alike. The attraction between us produced some kind of static in the air, that he charmingly brushed away. Even with the hairs on his head standing up he didn't look undignified or funny to me. It was like he was happening to the world, not the other way around. It was as if we had met now again specifically because of that day on the tarmac and not because we both had texted back horny messages and forth for an afternoon last weekend. "Would you like some tea?" I accepted and intuitively moved across the heavy wooden floorboards towards the bed, where I curled up into a little bun. Naked and soft to the touch. The green tea cup leaned again my exposed skin soon after and the floating that had taken a soft slumber in me awoke again and I saw Marshall and me from above, while I could feel his teeth sinking into the soft dough I had become. I was the perfect afternoon tea snack and he devoured me whole, taking sips out of his cup, leaving mine spilled between the bed sheets. To my surprise I realized I was not hovering over the bed unsupported, when he had taken the last bite, but was leaning down from a rather large bookshelf, overlooking the bed nook. Maybe I had just watched him eat a soft cake with his tea and I was in fact still here. I wanted to say something, like "do you still fly?", to break the ice, but he had sensed the question and waved it away. He invited me down and we fucked for a night and once again when the morning sun struck the other side of the apartment, the kitchen, which hadn't lay illuminated yesterday evening. He sat down there again after a while, and with him leaving it replayed that he was gone again this time, from feeding on me to walking away. And once again he was happening to the world and there was nothing it could do about it. It was the first time I met a person that became present the more by themselves they appeared. I took that imagine into my mind for quite a while, watching his spread legs and still slightly hard clit and his absent yet content gaze across the kitchen table. This was the day the floating stopped, but it was clear that the flight had changed something in me. I shook off some breadcrumbs from my shoulders and hurried out onto the balcony barefooted, jumping out over silver and grey roofs into Berlin.

[barbiewritesstuff]

Family Day

-- I am in love with Dad!Hangman

(Welcome to another installment of Barbiewritesstuff fights tumblr in a desperate attempt to format her fic...)

Tw. Mention of pregnancy, gendered language

Taglist: @mavswife @dempy @unsurebuttrying @peaches-1999 --

He’s not sure what to feel. His brain fights between acute stress and excitement but both are making his heart beat a mile a minute. Only Bob notices though and he stops him from having his fourth coffee of the morning. He’s not even drinking it for the taste, the stuff they have on base is disgusting anyway (although nothing beats the stuff they serve for breakfast on the carriers). At this point, he’s downing coffees just to give himself something to do.  

            Everyone is talking about family day and who they’re expecting, Jake’s happy no one is asking about who he’s waiting for. He’s a fiercly private man despite his cocky, open-book act. The fact that he asked you to come at all was a surprise to him most of all. Still, he couldn’t help but look forward to seeing you, and seeing George’s face when he saw Daddy’s plane. You had sent him a picture of George a few days ago, he had gotten into his box of old Top Gun gear and dug out a flight suit. He looked adorable in the still, the flight suit miles too big on him, he had ruffled the legs as much as possible so that his feet were touching the ground but neither of his hands were peering out of the sleeves. Jake had practically begged you to dig the helmet out of the attic and put it on his son and that picture was now the background on his phone. His heart swelled with love whenever he looked at George’s face, half obscured by the rim of the helmet and his face contorted into a laugh. He could almost hear his little boy’s belly laugh.  

            The clock’s tick seemed to slow down dramatically as the time drew nearer to your arrival. The base’s doors would open to civilian family members at eleven and Jake was growing even more antsy, so much so that the other members of his team were starting to notice. It was five to eleven now, and Jake swore it the clock had said that for the past ten minutes already, then, noise erupted as the recreation room filled with people which Fanboy immediately went to hug. He looked at his phone to see a text from you.  

            Jake practically jumped from his seat to join you, barely muttering a ‘Sorry’ to Payback when he scared him. He all but ran to the base parking lot and engulfed you and George in a tight bear hug.  

 

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            « I am so, so happy to see you » He murmurs into your hair and then plants a loud kiss on George’s cheek which elicits a laugh and a loud « EWWW, Daddy ! » as he tries to wipe it away. 

            « Shall we go see Daddy’s planes ? » Jake asks, letting go of you and hoisting George into his arms, keeping you close with one arm over your shoulders. You can sense he is tense, but you appreciate that he’s trying to hide it from your son. Georgie is a sensitive little boy, and he looked up to his father so much that he sometimes feeds off of his energy.  

            « Do you keep them in a special garage ? » 

            « Uh huh, it’s called a hangar. My plane is in hangar 6 » 

            « Is he all alone in the garage Daddy ? » Georgie asks, his little voice laxed with worry that Daddy's plane might get lonely.

            « No, I share it with my team » 

            Hangar six was towards the end of the runway. The walk there had been hot and tiring and when you walked in, the hit of cold air and shade made all three of you sigh with relief. He walked you to an aircraft near the back. Jake stifled a laugh when George looked at the model F15 he held in his hands, twirled it around and then seemed to compare it against the real thing. 

            « Big » He said, concluding his research with a single word. 

            « Do you want to go in ? » Jake asks and George panics for a second before Jake reassures him « I’ll go with you. We’re just going to sit in it, I’ll show you all the buttons »  

            George nods. Jake hands him back to you and climbs the ladder to open up the canopy and sit down on his seat. Once up there, he grabs a hold of Georgie and lifts him onto his lap. You fish your phone out of your bag and snap a picture of them and then another where they are both looking at you and giving you a thumbs up 

            « We should get these printed » You say. 

            Jake’s face falls slightly before he catches himself and smiles again. You briefly wonder if it’s something you said, but a second later you hear a few voices echo in the hangar. Jake breathes in deeply a few times to ease his nerves and steadies his voice 

            « This is the radio button, when I need to call the radio to tell them I am landing, I press that and they tell me whether I can » 

            « What if they say no ? » 

            « They don’t usually do that. It’s only when someone else is on the landing strip » 

            « Oh » 

            The people the echoing voices belong to appear behind the back of another aircraft. A woman in uniform leads an older couple and two teenagers around while another uniformed man tags along. She sees Jake up in the aircraft and flashes you both a smile. 

            « I didn’t know Hangman had a sister. Hi, I’m Natasha » 

            « Hi » You say « I’m not his sister » 

            « Oh » 

            « Phoenix, Coyote, this is Y/n. She’s my wife » Jake says, much to the surprise of both his teammates « And this is George. He’s my son » 

            « I’m sorry, what ? » Natasha spits out. She looks absolutely furious. 

            Jake’s jaw tenses. George is starting to grow restless. 

            « Can I go back down to Mummy, please ? »  

            Jake lifts him up and gives him back to you before hoisting himself out of his plane and coming down the ladder.  

            « You never fucking told us ! » Natasha all but shouts 

            « Hey ! Watch your language » Jake snaps. George is starting to sniffle 

            « We need to take this outside, Phoenix » He adds 

            Coyote pushes past the woman to stand between them and form a barrier in case it escalates. 

            « You don’t have to explain. I get it, it’s not easy to open up to new teams every time we get called away somewhere else. But dude, they’ve offered us all instructor jobs starting in the fall, I think this is pretty permanent. So you can relax a little »  

            He turns to you next. 

            « I’m Javi, they call me Coyote »  

            You shake his outstretched hand and he waves at George.  

            « Hi buddy, I’m a friend of your Daddy’s » 

George’s head makes a loud ‘thunk’ sound as it collides with your collarbone in his haste to hide himself in your neck.  

            « He’s shy » You explain, wincing at the pain you are feeling and wondering how Georgie doesn’t. Jake smiles. 

            « I promise I’m nice » Javi coaxes, it earns him a turn of George’s head and a peak from the crook of your neck 

            « Did you like Daddy’s plane ? I fly one too » 

            « Georgie why don’t you show Javi your model plane ? » Jake says, trying to ignore the look of betrayal Natasha is giving him 

            « Oh my God, you have a model plane ? That is so cool ! » 

            George smiles and whips out the plastic model he was still holding.  

            « I got it for my birthday » 

            Javi gasps « Your birthday ? How old are you ? » 

            In response the question Georgie raises three fingers.

A door opens behind you and two men stroll in. Both of them are laughing together but stop once they notice you, unaware of the tension Javi was working so hard on dissipating.  

            « Aaw, that’s cute. Didn’t know you had a sister Seresin. » The tallest one of the two says. 

            « Not his sister. That’s his wife and his kid » Natasha replies instead of Jake. He looks at the ground and Georgie dissappears into your neck again.  

            « Huh » The smaller one says « I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting that… » 

            « I’m Payback. This is Fanboy » The tall one says pointing at himself and his friend

            « Hi » 

            « Harvard, Yale and Halo should at the Hard Deck at around 8pm, we’re going too. You guys can join us if you want » Payback says, talking to you and Natasha’s family more than anyone else. 

            You look at Jake and he looks back at you, silently asking if you want to go. It’s cutting it close to your son’s bedtime but now that Jake is no longer hiding anything, you know he wants to go and have fun. You nod. 

            « We’ll meet you there » He says 

 

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            The Hard Deck is closed but that doesn’t really seem to mean anything to Jake as he pushes the door open. It's a few minutes past 8 and yet the bar is empty except for an older man and a woman leaning over the bar. 

            You take a desperate George to the bathroom while Jake goes up and orders you drinks.  

            « Phoenix warned us you would be bringing some people. She didn’t say who though… Is that your sister ? » Penny says

            « Okay, why does everyone keep thinking she’s my sister ? We don’t even look alike »  

            « Well… We didn’t think you would be dating a woman with a kid… » Maverick says, avoiding Jake’s glare by looking straight into his beer. 

            « I’m not. That’s my wife. He’s my kid » 

            Both of them look at him with mouths wide open, clearly surprised. He has to admit he enjoys the reactions, depite the shock of Phoenix’s anger. He understand where she came from, of course, but he doesn’t think he was wrong for wanting to keep his family life private. Javi was right, though, now that they're all going to take the instructor job, things aren’t so volatile anymore. He can relax. 

            There's only one person left to tell now, as Bob has known for a while. Georgie calls him Uncle Bo, refusing to add the second ‘B’ to Bob’s name but the other man doesn’t seem to mind seeing as that’s what he signs the texts in the group chat with.  

            Jake isn’t sure how Rooster would react. He could be outraged or simply not bothered at all. For Georgie’s sake, he hopes there won’t be a scene. For his own sake, he hopes the opposite.  

Rooster gets there later than anyone else, strolling in at nine, right as Jake and you are debating going home. Jake watches him walk up to Mav and pat his back, then make his way over to the pool table he's playing at. Jake offers him a pool cue, which he accepts. Bradshaw, as observant as he was in the air, isn’t noticing you and George talking in the corner despite Jake’s best attempts. Exasperated, he crosses eyes with Bob, who winks and stands up.  

« Hey Georgie, what do you think of Daddy’s playing ? » 

Rooster freezes for a second, then he carefully looks around the table to see who Bob could possibly have been talking about. When he realises he's playing against just Hangman, he looks at Jake with wide eyes.  

Bob stifles a laugh with a handful of peanuts and Jake tries not to look at him to avoid having to do the same. There's a reason Bob’s name in the group chat is ‘shit-stirrer’ and while he pretends not to like it by signing texts as Uncle Bo, he certainly lives up to his name.  

Jake sees Maverick sit down next to you and a still seething Phoenix, trying to coax Georgie into showing him his model airplane. 

« What do you – Is that ? – Daddy ? » Rooster sputters. He looks at George and then back at him  

« You bastard » He adds

« Language ! » Bob, you, Jake and Maverick say in unison 

The shocked silence that reigns after that remains unbroken for a second until Phoenix grabs one of the pillows off of one of the chairs and swings it straight into Bob’s chest. 

« You knew ! » She hits him again. 

« You » hit « lying » hit « traitor ! » 

« I didn’t – ow – lie – ow » 

Fanboy tries to grab the pillow out of her hands, it earns him a glare and he drops his attempt. She peppers Bob with little pillow slaps and only stops when Georgie noticed the battle between Natasha and Uncle Bo and lets out the dirties cackle Jake had ever heard him do. Both you and Jake can no longer hold in your laughter. The whole room dissolves into hysterics in three seconds flat.  

« Seriously though, how did you know ? » 

« He told me after our first mission » 

« And you never told anyone » 

« I’m a good friend, I don’t tell unless I’m asked »

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« It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. The three of you look really happy » Phoenix finally concedes after a few more drinks.

« Four actually » Jake says, suddenly very interested at the floor. With renewed gusto and armed with impaired decisionmaking skills, Phoenix grabs the pillow again and swings it straight at Jake’s face.

« You’re joking » Bob asks you

« Nope, I’m due in September » You reply. Jake sits down next to you. He pulls you as close as he can without disturbing a sleeping George and happily kisses your temple.

"I love you" he whispers in your ear so only you can hear.

[blurredcolour]

Reunited

Summary: As your project in Germany comes to an end, you are at last reunited with Austin; mind, body, and soul.

Part Five of Production. Read Stuck (Part One), Caught (Part Two), Lost (Part Three), and Found (Part Four).

Pairing: Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Mature/Explicit Themes [oral - m/f receiving, penetration, multiple orgasms, soft dom Austin] - 18+ Only

GIF credit: @karamelcoveredolicity

Disclaimer: For entertainment purposes only. This story is in no way based on fact. It is simply the product of my fevered brain which might let me think of other things soon.

Word Count: 4654

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The plane’s engines roar loudly outside the window as it hurtles down the runway, pushing you further back into the plush business class seat, before taking to the sky. It is carrying you, and 216 other passengers and crew, to Budapest, Hungary. To Austin.

You smile softly as you think back over the past several weeks…weeks of constant texting, exchanges of photos, face time dates where you would cook together or read to one another from your current books or swap stories from that day. It all came so naturally; each notification making your heart flutter. It was in fact too easy to drop whatever you were doing to reply, and you had to impose some discipline during work hours.

Several offers for new projects had arrived recently, but as time passed you became more and more determined to spend time with him. When the wrap date on your current film was confirmed, he had offered to fly you out to stay with him. His current flat had a several bedrooms, so there would be space for you to stay as long as you wanted. You had agreed without hesitation, which is why you found yourself 32,000 feet in the air, Eastern Europe rushing by below you.

He was filming today, of course, so he had made arrangements for his driver to be at the airport with a key for you to access the flat. He’d been sure you knew the floor and suite number, how to access the building and everything. You could tell he felt guilty about not being there to welcome you himself, but you had assured him it was just fine, you would probably need a nap after all the packing and cleaning and flying.

The flight is short – just under two hours. Only enough time for one round of beverage service. After collecting your bags and passing through customs, you step out into the arrivals lounge and smile to see your name on a placard in the hands of a rather serious looking man. He takes your bags, despite your protests, and leads you to the waiting car. He pulls an envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket, handing it to you before you climb into the backseat.

As he pulls away from the curb, you slide a finger under the flap, tearing the paper. A key on a heavy key ring falls into your lap. You pick it up quickly and grin brightly as it is decorated with a die-cast metal hot air balloon. Tucking the key into your pocket safely, you turn your attention to the note that has accompanied it.

- Welcome to Budapest! I can’t wait to see you tonight. A.B. -

You pull out your phone and send him a text to let him know you’ve landed safely and are on your way to the flat with key in hand. The driver easily navigates traffic before pulling up in front of a gorgeous building that looks like it has been here for at least a hundred years. He insists on accompanying you up the elevator to the suite, setting the bags inside the door once you’ve unlocked it. He shakes your hand warmly and then he’s gone. You close the door behind him and turn to take it in.

You had seen snippets of the space in the background of face time, in photos he sent you, but seeing the flat in its entirety is breathtaking. Soaring ten-foot ceilings, original herringbone floors, dramatically oversized doors crowned with intricate plasterwork of flowers and filigrees. It was like House Hunters International on a grandiose scale. Leaving your luggage behind for a moment, you tour through the space, grinning at the bathtub in the bathroom – it had been a while since you’d stayed somewhere with a tub.

You can see he’s settled into one room, his things covering the bedside table. You look through the others before deciding on one with robin’s egg blue accent walls and a view of the inner courtyard. You go through your things, unpacking some clothes into the closet, putting out a few trinkets, but leaving the rest in your bags as it’s more than you’ll need for your stay with him.

Your phone buzzes with his reply and you smile, opening your message app.

- Fantastic! There’s some food in the fridge if you’re hungry. I’ll bring home dinner from the café I was telling you about. See you in three hours. -

You fire off a reply before walking back into the kitchen, reaching for the handle of the refrigerator when the photo catches your eye. It’s held to the appliance’s metal surface with a simple, undecorated magnet. A blush paints your cheeks as you see the image of yourself, head turned up with a look of awe as you’re watching that flock of birds during your hot air balloon ride. The wind has your hair carelessly floating around your face. It was arguably the best picture of you in existence, and he was displaying it proudly in the heart of his current home.

Swallowing thickly, you pull the door open, finding something to eat. You take your plate to the living room, opening the tall windows onto a busy square. You sit on the couch, arm resting on the window ledge, taking in the sounds of the city below as you eat and read your book. You only make it through a chapter-and-a-half before you sink lower on the couch, falling asleep.

The end of a project is always an exhausting experience…but you hadn’t even paused after the last three. There is a deficit, and you sleep the afternoon away as you finally relax. The sensation of soft lips brushing against your forehead, long fingers with guitar-playing callouses caressing your cheeks, wakes you. You sigh softly, shivering and smiling drowsily as your eyes open.

“Austin…” Your smile widens.

“Hey there.” He grins from a kneeling position on the ground before you. He leans forward to kiss you deeply and you tilt your chin up to meet his lips eagerly.

His palms cup your cheeks as you part from his lips to look him over. To make sure he was really there. You run your fingers through his shorter hair, biting your lip as it was still just as soft.

“Missed you…” You murmur.

“Missed you more” He replies teasingly and kisses you once more, softly, before sliding carefully to his feet. “Are you hungry?”

You nod softly and shift to stand, following him. His fingers have laced with yours; he seems unwilling to break contact now that you’re finally in the same place again. The delicious scent of the food he’s brought home reaches your nose as you enter the kitchen.

“Oh wow, that smells amazing.” You gasp as he opens the containers.

“I told the owner all about you and she said you have to try these.”

Your cheeks burn as he’s even telling other people about you now. He grabs some plates and the two of you split a portion of each of the dishes, catching up on the last few days as you eat. He’s not released your fingers once…eating with his other hand, letting you use your dominant one. Every action he takes has so much thought behind it, you wonder if he ever sleeps…You insist on cleaning up, kissing his forehead.

“You’re the one who worked today, after all.” You carry the dishes to the dishwasher and take care of the containers. “I am currently, quite happily, unemployed.”

He reaches out to snag your hips once you’re back in range but stops, looking to your eyes with a little uncertainty, recalling the rules you’d set out when he’d found you in Germany. You swallow guiltily and take his hands, placing them on your hips for him.

“Please…touch me…never stop touching me again…” Your voice is tight with emotion, but you don’t have much time to dwell on it as he pulls you onto his lap, kissing you fiercely. Carefully, you straddle his hips, settling on his thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him. His fingers curl into your clothes as though he intends to never let you go. His lips part from yours to blaze a heated trail along your jaw to suck on your earlobe, nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

“Mmm!” Your eager exclamation is accompanied by your hips pushing tighter to his, seeking friction, arousal flooding every corner of your mind.

It’s been too long. Too long since he’s touched you like this, driven you to an earth-shattering climax that leaves every nerve ending scorched by pleasure.

His hands slide to grip your ass, pulling you tighter to him, grinding you along him as his lips shift to nip the tender skin behind your ear before sucking at it soothingly. Your fingers delve into his hair, tugging at the strands as your fingers card through them enthusiastically.

His chest vibrates with a growl that shudders through your chest in turn, urging you to action. Your hands reach down between you to seek the hem of his shirt, pulling it up as far as your can before he’s forced to remove his lips from the tender spot on your skin.

You toss the shirt aside before taking advantage of your newfound freedom to slide your way down his body, lips planting hot, open-mouthed kisses on your journey to the kitchen floor. His eyes are dark, more pupil than iris at this point, his chest heaving as he watches you. Your fingers slowly work the fly of his jeans open, licking your lips unconsciously. He groans above you and obediently lifts his hips as you tug them down and off.

You shouldn’t be surprised that he’s not wearing any underwear…but as his cock springs free you can’t help your gasp. Your feelings for him were deep and genuine…his cock was like the perfect garnish…an undeniable delight that happened to be part of him. The jeans are tossed aside once you free his legs fully, hands sliding up his calves, over his knees, the tops of his thighs, to his hips. He would surely deny it, but there was absolutely a soft whimper that fell from his lips as you did not lay your hands where he desperately needed them.

Using his hips as your anchor, you pull yourself closer, sliding across the floor. Your hands travel to his inner thighs, pushing his legs further apart, settling even closer before trailing more wet kisses up his inner thigh. His knuckles are white from their grip on the arms of the chair, breath shuddering in anticipation.

As you press the first open-mouthed kiss to the base of his cock, he whimpers loudly, hips surging upward needily.

“Fuck, s…sorry…” He pants and you just grin. You press your hands into the tops of his thighs, knowing you won’t really be able to hold him down, but maybe it’ll help him remember.

Your tongue begins to paint the overly sensitive flesh before it wraps around the head, pulling him into your mouth. The stretch of your lips around his cock makes you shiver, and his moans are making you feel punch drunk. You hollow your cheeks around him, feeling the rush of blood swelling and hardening his cock. Your head bobs along him encouragingly, moaning around him as the first drop of salty precum hits your tongue.

You shift higher up on your knees to straighten your neck before easing down onto him fully, swallowing around the head of his cock as it reaches your throat. He slides lower in the chair, swearing thickly. The arms creak as he wrenches on them.

He reaches down with one hand, fingers splaying across the front of your throat, moaning raggedly as he can feel the stretch of his cock there. His hand shifts to cup your jaw, guiding your mouth off him and pulling your it up towards his as he leans down to ensnare your lips with his own. He grabs your elbows, guiding you back onto his lap, before he then grips your ass.

He surges to his feet, lifting you up with him, and starts toward the bedrooms. Your startled gasp sounds against his lips. You throw your arms around his shoulders, holding on tight. His teeth are nibbling and tugging on your lower lip as he walks.

The pair of you make it through the living and into the hallway which connects to the bedrooms before he turns to press you into the wall, sucking on your tongue as he grinds his aching cock against the heat between your thighs. Your head falls back, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as you cry out his name wantonly.

“Yes…I know…I hear you…” He murmurs sympathetically before devouring your cries in a searing kiss. He shifts you higher on his hips, tightening the grip on your ass, before continuing his progress. You take the lobe of his ear gently between your teeth, flicking at it with the tip of your tongue. He nudges the door to his room open with his feet, kicking it mostly closed behind you, all the while massaging the flesh of your butt with his fingers. You pull back as he stops walking before setting you onto the plush mattress of his bed. It’s so much more comfortable than the mattress in his trailer in Queensland…

“Why are you always wearing so many fucking clothes.” There’s a whiny edge to his voice. It makes your knees weak to think he might need you that much. He is swift and efficient, stripping you bare.

“Much better…” He murmurs as his ravenous eyes drink you in. He grabs the lube from the bedside table and slides onto the bed with you, hauling you up to rest your head on the pillows. Always so considerate.

Any further thoughts are beyond you now as his mouth is sampling the flesh of your torso, painting your skin with his saliva. He’s working lower on your body, nibbling and sucking at the tops of your thighs as he pushes them apart. His hands slide to your knees to push them further open, exposing you fully to his eager eyes. You can feel the heat of his gaze as it caresses you before his plump lips brush against the source of your pleasure.

You buck a little as the sensation is soft, barely there, like the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings.

“Austin…please…” You keen needily, squirming on the duvet.

His eyes look up to you hungry as he feathers his tongue over your aching desire, making you wrench your hands in the fabric viciously.

He flips open the cap of the lube, tipping the bottle to drizzle over your overheated flesh, making you quiver beneath him. Your whimper turns to a ragged moan as at last his mouth is fully on you. His fingers are circling your entrance teasingly.

“Yes” You praise him eagerly as his fingers sink in, one by one. Considering the state of his arousal, he’s remarkably thoughtful. It’s been a long time since you’ve stretched for him, so he’s working three fingers in and out of you, stroking your sensitive walls, before he moves to slide up your body.

“You ready, my desperate little thing?” He runs his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“Ahn! Uh huh! Please…” You buck in time with his fingers, chest heaving.

His fingers leave you before both his hands slide underneath your back to lift you against him. He turns to sit against the headboard, settling you on his thighs before reaching for a condom. Working together, you sheath his cock in the protective latex before you slide forward and up, sinking down onto him slowly.

That stretch. Your eyes roll back in your head as he feels incredible. So deep. His pubic bone grinding against the source of your pleasure. You’re grateful his hands are pressing into your spine, otherwise you are certain you would fall over backwards, overpowered by the sensation of finally having him inside you again.

You slump forward instead, reaching out to grip the wrought iron of the bed frame behind his head. You both moan at the change in angle before your mouths meet in a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues. You begin a slow rhythm at first, your body relaxing more and more around him before you start moving faster, grinding against him each time your hips meet.

You press your forehead to his neck, licking and sucking at the skin of his collarbone, breath shuddering as the tension builds deep within you. His fingers grip your ass, his knees bending before he digs his heels into the mattress. He holds you at the apex of your movements, with just the tip of his cock inside you, before his hips surge up into you hungrily.

“Fuck!” Your head snaps back, hands pulling at the headboard as he does not let up, hips slamming up into yours demandingly. “Oh yes...yes...” You cry out incoherently, the room filled with the erotic sounds of skin slapping against skin. Each thrust is driving the head of his cock into that spot that makes stars explode behind your eyelids.

“I’m…I’m…” You pant.

He reaches between you and pushes you closer to release with his hand, his jaw clenched as he fights his own orgasm, focusing on giving you yours. You’re screaming his name as it slams into you, relentless as a freight train. His voice mingles with yours as he shouts your name, his climax just a breath behind yours. You try to keep yourself from collapsing onto him, arms shaking as you brace weakly against the headboard.

He pulls you down to his heaving chest, holding you tightly to him as he presses lazy kisses to the top of your head. Somehow the two of you find the ability to walk again and he leads you to the shower to get both of you cleaned up. There are soft kisses and loving caresses, but both of you are utterly spent from the day.

He tucks you into bed with him, pulling you close. Sleep comes quickly, pulling each of you into blissful rest.

The sound of rain lashing against the panes of the window drags you into reluctant consciousness. With a jolt of awareness, you remember the windows in the living room. You slide from his arms quickly, not trying to be subtle as you will be right back. Your feet almost hit the ground, but you look back as you feel he’s captured your wrist in a vise-like grasp.

“Don’t go, stay…” He’s unguarded, still somewhat in the grips of sleep.

“Shhh, I’m just going to close the windows, it’s raining”

“No.” He pulls tugs on your wrist, pulling you closer.

You try and protest, to move back towards the edge of the bed, but he’s got a hold of your hip now and is pulling you to face him on your side. He is kissing you hungrily, not willing to let go.

“I’ll buy them a new couch…a new floor…whatever they want. Just stay.” There are shadows of agony haunting his voice, old hurts surfacing in the dark.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. You slide closer, pressing your fingers into the taught flesh of his back.

“I’m here, Austin…I’m not going anywhere” You reassure softly.

The hand on your hip slides down to the back of your knee, hooking it over his hip so he can press his throbbing cock between your legs.

“Fuck I need you…more than air…you make me so desperate.” His words rasp against your throat as his lips and teeth are busily marking the tender flesh there. “I can’t think when I’m touching you either…can’t think of anything but you. Being inside you, it’s…it’s all I want…I would happily starve to death if we could stay that way forever.”

He has you trembling like a leaf; his words filling your heart to bursting at the same time as they leave you feeling impossibly empty and aching for him.

“Austin” All you can manage to speak is his name. Bending down to seek his lips, you capture them in a deep kiss. Your grip on his back tightens as you roll your hips along him, whimpering needily into the lush warmth of his mouth.

There’s a salty taste to the kiss as tears have escaped your eyelashes, rolling down your cheeks to slide between your enmeshed lips. His hips are undulating with yours. You are teasing one another in a merciless onslaught until one of you snaps. You tear your lips from his, panting desperately, breathing becoming a struggle as the only thing your body is interested in doing is joining with his.

You barely notice as his long arm reaches back for the bottle of lube, but the snap of the lid sends a thrill of desire through you.

“Please…” You plead with him, your own hand sliding between your bodies to smooth the slick of precum along his length, basking in the noises of hunger he’s making.

As his fingers work you open, you rut your hips against his hand. He seems to want to spend more time getting you ready, such an attentive lover, but you are unwilling to wait any longer. You release his cock to wrap your fingers around his wrist, easing his fingers from inside you.

His eyes seek yours, tongue licking his lips as he complies, slipping on a condom he’d fetched along with the lube. He pulls his hips back to line up with your entrance. You push yourself onto the head of his cock, moaning raggedly as he sinks into you, igniting a swirl of emotions in your chest. His eyes are hooded, nearly closed, eyelashes dusting his cheeks until his pelvis meets yours. His eyes flutter open in a lazy smile of completeness, reverence…and the dam bursts.

“Oh god, I am so in love with you…” You are helpless to stop the words as they spill from your lips, eyes rolling back in your head at the sight of him, the feel of him. He’s not moving…in fact he feels frozen inside and around you. You tense as the weight of your words hits you and you scramble for something to say. “It’s ok if you if…If you don’t…”

He lunges forward, lips seizing yours, forbidding you to finish the statement. His hips begin to work in and out of you fluidly, his mouth devouring your noises of pleasure as if they are nourishment. Your hips are bucking hard against him, trying to speed him up, but he continues to move languidly…frustratingly slow. Your hand shifts to reach for his ass to drive him to move faster.

His own hand cuts it off, sliding under it to lace your fingers together, palm to palm, as his cock slides deep inside you. He uses his hips to roll you onto your back, pinning your entwined hands beside your head as his other captures your free hand before it can make a similar attempt. He pulls back from your lips, looking down at you hungrily, your face framed by his hands gripping yours.

“Don’t misunderstand my silence. I know I don’t deserve it, but I am going to do everything I can to earn your love…because I have been in love with you since you took that fucking mask off…”

Your eyes widen and it feels for a minute like your heart has exploded in your chest. You are certain you must have just died at those words, until he resumes his agonizingly slow pace, and the burn of pleasure reminds you that you are very much alive. Your back arches, fingers gripping his viciously in return, heels digging into the mattress. No matter what you do, you are completely at his mercy, captive to his rhythm.

“Please,” you whimper “Austin, please…” Your lips part in a gasp as you feel your orgasm stalking you…drawing closer.

He presses his cheek to yours, whispering in your ear “Just let go…let it take you…”

You whimper a little in protest, still craving faster…harder…You take a shuddering breath, writhing stubbornly beneath him. He chuckles breathlessly. You curse as you clench your eyes shut, exhaling shakily, trying to surrender.

It flows over you like warm syrup, slow and viscous, setting each nerve ending on fire as it creeps up from your toes to your knees, to your pelvis, to your abdomen. It overtakes your entire body and your head tosses to the side as you let out an anguished cry. He continues to thrust through it, that infuriating pace unbroken. Your muscles are trembling in the prolonged echoes of your orgasm, but his thick, firm cock is still inside you. You don’t realize you’re crying until you feel his lips kissing away the tears.

You roll your head to blink up at him, breath erratic. “Holy shit…” You exhale, back arching of its own volition as he still feels so, so good. “Uhn!”

He murmurs your name reverently. “That was incredible…” He kisses you hungrily, thrusts continuing at the slow but relentless pace. “Think you can give me another one?”

“I…” you pant, finding it very hard to focus as your brain is struggling to process anything in the chaos of pleasure and stimulation. “…need…please…” you manage another two words.

“Mmm what do you need?” He coos, his patience frustrating.

You clench your fingers in his, as though you are gripping his ass to drive him harder, faster. “More!” You gasp out.

He pauses, hips pulled away from yours, barely inside you. You vaguely register the working of his jaw before he obliges your request, his hips snapping forward to meet yours with a delicious slapping of skin. You cry out incomprehensibly, knuckles going white from their grip on his hands. He licks his lips hungrily as he presses your joined hands further into the pillows to get better leverage, thrusts slamming into you with the force and speed needed to drive you closer.

“Like…that?” He grits out through his teeth.

“I’m…” You wail raggedly, knees gripping his hips, your own hips rising to meet each stroke greedily.

“Yes. Good…” He breathes heavily, glistening with a sheen of sweat, the dim light from the window painting patterns of cascading water across his skin. He kisses you hungrily and you can feel him growing thicker inside you…he’s close too…

You lap at the hollow of his throat, tasting the salty tang of his sweat, before latching your lips onto the tender flesh where his shoulder meets his neck. Your body collides up against his with the force of your second orgasm, giving a practically feral cry into his skin. A string of curses sounds above you before his hips thrust once, twice more. He gives a strangled cry of your name, and you feel his release fill the condom inside you.

Your thighs are quivering as you struggle to catch your breath, forcing your eyes open to take him in. His arms are strained but still holding him over you as he drinks you in. There is a hint of disbelief in his gaze, and you lean up to kiss him lovingly, pushing your hips up to roll the two of you onto your sides before he falls down. His hands release yours and cup your cheeks, thumbs stroking along your skin tenderly. You slide your own fingers into his hair, smoothing his disordered locks soothingly.

“I love you.” You repeat softly, voice breathless but earnest.

“I love you, too.” He tucks you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. Two nomads in an industry that frequently flung you to the far corners of the world. But in each others’ arms, you had found home.

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can you do a fake harry ig with janet jumbo or annie tagoe as a face claim pls

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yourinstagram she’s modeling for Louis Vuitton today and when I say she I mean me 🫶🏿

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harryfan1 QUEEN OMG SO HAPPY FOR YOU

harryfan2 watching the runway just for you

harryfan3 what a cutie

harrystyles can’t wait to watch, I’ll be front row.

↳harryfan4 shut up he’s going there to watch her walk 🥺

↳yourinstagram I’ll be looking for you ❤️

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harrydaily Harry today on a flight to Paris! He told fans on the plane he was heading there to watch y/n walk in a fashion show 🥺

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harryfan1 SUPPORTIVE BF YESSSSS

harryfan2 oh I just know his outfit is going to eat

harryfan3 oooh will he wear Gucci to the LV show 🤭

harryfan4 y/n is so lucky imagine harry leaving his like 2 days off of tour for you

harryfan5 sproutrry

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yourinstagram I was on my way to buy some flowers for you

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harryfan1 all the love songs are about her it’s so cute

harryfan2 you’re so gorgeous it’s insane

harrystyles I’ll buy you all the flowers.

↳yourinstagram I’ll make room for them all now brb

harryfan3 are you walking in London fashion week?

↳yourinstagram I am!

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yourinstagram got inspired by harries 🦋

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harryfan1 and when I show up to my next harry show in this outfit then what?

harryfan2 I NEED those glasses for my show

harryfan3 omg my top looks just like that for my show twins!

harrystyles Dammit I was suppose to wear that on stage tonight.

↳yourinstagram sorry lamby loaned it to me for the night! It’ll be back in your closet by the morning!

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harryupdates “Sorry if I seem a little tired tonight, I just flew back in from Paris! I was watching my beautiful girlfriend walk in a fashion show, how cool is that? Can we get a round of applause for my girlfriend? Yeah! Fashion shows! She’ll watch this tomorrow when she wakes up.” Harry tonight at MSG

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harryfan1 stop omg he’s so cute

harryfan2 OMGOMGOMGOMG

harryfan3 he literally flew to Paris for like a day for her that’s so sweet

harryfan4 I love boyfriendrry content

harryfan5 oooh Paris fashion week is over will y/n make her residency debut soon?

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yourinstagram shout out to my personal photographer Jeffery Azoff, thanks for getting all my angles.

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harryfan1 harry on stage rn and this is what jeff is doing I love it

harryfan2 ugh she’s so cool

harryfan3 I’m just imagining her and Jeff having a whole ass photoshoot while harry’s preforming

↳yourinstagram that’s exactly what happened

jefezoff next time let’s try and get some different backgrounds, really spice it all up! maybe some outfit changes? forget being a manager this is my new job.

↳harrystyles kinda still need you as my manager.

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harrystyles Proud of you beyond words.

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harryfan1 HARRY?????

harryfan2 I feel like I’m dreaming and when I wake up this post is just going to be gone

harryfan3 wtf is happening harry is posting his gf?

yourinstagram god I love you.

NEW POST yay! also I’ve had Oogum Boogum in my head since I saw DWD last night it’s so fun

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TLOU Thoughts: Episode 1

I’m going to be comparing the episode canon to game canon fyi, so if you’re planning on playing the game at some point, just a warning you might want to avoid this post.

‘Tis a bit lengthy here, so I’ll put everything under the cut-off

- I appreciate the background information regarding the cordyceps (fungus), I think it really helped to cement the seriousness of the situation. There was definitely some ambiguity regarding the pandemic in the game, I think it’s good to set the mood up front

- I love that the guy explaining the fungus is Johnathan from The Mummy

- The intro was fucking GORGEOUS, very Game of Thrones-ish. Also I very much appreciate that they incorporated the original music into the series.

- 2003? The original story began in 2013, which isn’t a big deal honestly, I’m just going to trust the process here.

- Joel is 36, in the game he’s believed to be a few years younger than this, again I’m going to trust the process

- Pedro’s “Joel accent” is pretty decent, you can barely hear his real accent, so I’m satisfied lol

- In the game the neighbors are the Coopers, here they are the Adlers, I’m not sure if there’s a hidden meaning there or if they’re just trying not to do too much copy-catting with the source material

- It appears that Tommy is a veteran, the close-up of the sticker makes me think this is going to mean something later on in the series (no background for Tommy in the game)

- I think I caught a glimpse of a Bash poster??? Sarah was an avid audiophile in the game and one of the bands she like was The Bash (believed to be a play on the band The Clash)

- The Last of Us Part 2 Spoiler - I’m only going to say that much.....for now

- A Nokia phone is the very definition of “Endure and Survive”

- Tommy getting arrested for bar fighting is intriguing, especially since Joel has always felt responsible for him, the creators showcasing this aspect early on was a good move (we don’t really see this side of Joel/Tommy until the 2nd half of the game)

- Subtle touch with the guitar, Joel is a music lover and has admitted (in game) to wishing to become a singer at some point (fingers crossed we get to hear Pedro sing!)

- Runner alert: So it looks like they’ve altered the physics a bit here regarding the infected (I’ll probably elaborate on this in a separate post)

- In game the turning process usually takes a few hours to almost 2-days to finalize, here it appears it can take a shorter time period depending on the person (a matter of minutes it would seem). Left 4 Dead showcased varying time periods of turning as well (including a matter of seconds) so this isn’t really a liberty taken by the creators so much as another facet of the pandemic to be explored.

- I noticed they changed the paths taken by the characters prior to the outbreak, but I’m happy they kept the highway sequence when they’re trying to escape Travis County, particularly the moment where Joel refuses to help the family on the side of the road. It’s very telling of his character to put his family above all else, even at the cost of his honor.

- The plane! The plane! (of course the airport runways are out of commission)

- I was wondering when the “babygirl” was going to drop, I like that they waited until Joel was having a very emotional moment, it really adds to the severity of the situation.

- 20 years later - How are there still helicopters?

- I feel like the coup de gras with the infected kid was to give the soldiers more humanity, in-game they’re kind of a bunch of assholes (understandably, it’s a shitty job they have in the QZ)

- Not even Joel with his clout is above work duty.....also the way he was so dead-eyed throwing that kid in the fire??? My man is disassociating so hard

- There’s actually a judicial system in place? In the game they just pulled them out into public and shot the ones that were exposed to the infection.

- There were implications that Joel/Tess were trading with the military, glad to see they expanded on that

- How did Robert catch Tess? I mean the dude was resourceful but seriously, he’s not THAT crafty. Tess was so much smarter than him and his crew, in-game Tess would NOT have been caught like that

- In the game it was a gun stash, here it’s a battery that’s up for trade

- Tess was caught again???? My girls is SLACKING

- “Veronica” has an attitude problem lol

- Joel being in communication with Tommy is interesting, in-game they parted ways over a dispute that left Tommy telling Joel he didn’t want to ever see him again

- It was implied that in-game Joel/Tess had a romantic relationship (or at the very least sexual), but they kept everything else strictly professional. It feels strange to see them sharing a bed, but given their loyalty to each other it makes sense that when they’re “off” the clock they’re less professional.

- Why isn’t Tess’ influence the same as Joel’s? The power dynamic in-game was somewhat balanced between the two with Tess being slightly higher because she’s in charge. Here she claims Joel works for HER, trying to establish her authority over him, but everyone seems more concerned about Joel’s reactions than hers. I feel like the writers were trying to establish Joel’s reputation so much that they fell short on Tess being just as fearsome.

- In-game Ellie went to Marlene for help after the incident, there was no rehash of exactly how that meeting went down, so getting to see that was fascinating. However given Marlene’s connections to Ellie’s mother, it’s strange that she had her surrogate niece chained up.

- Riley name-drop!!!!!

- Where are the spores??? Where are the gas masks??? I’m seriously going to do a separate post on the infection after seeing that body, cause this is bugging the shit out of me now

- Tess being jumpy does not help with my opinion of her

- Joel using his construction expertise tickles me, I wonder exactly how many smuggling tunnels he’s responsible for

- In-game Tess/Joel’s interrogation of Robert helped players to see just how dirty their hands were, and how cold they could be. Not having that interaction kind of takes away from that

- State House?

- I love that they’re not holding back on the Joel/Ellie clashing

- Ellie you little thief (also love that they kept that)

- In-game Joel is very utilitarian, him having a book (even one about music) is a little strange. I understand it’s part of his encryption methods, but Joel is such an audiophile I don’t think he would need a book to help with sending messages. Also how are they still using radios, or am I stupid?

- Ellie not liking Joel but still wanting to ask questions is intriguing, she wants to remain tough but she’s still afraid. She’s relying on her instincts that Joel is worth confiding in

- Ellie was always resourceful, I love that a way for them to showcase her intellect was cracking Joel’s code

- The jackets Joel and Ellie are wearing during the tunnel escape are from the Fall sequence of the game, interesting move by the costume department

- Unhinged Joel is on-point, his PTSD was alluded to in-game but not quite explored in my opinion

- Depeche - Bill signaling for help? Unlikely given his stubbornness. Maybe Frank?

All in all I enjoyed the episode, can’t wait to see where the show takes us.

Tune in next week for more ramblings!

Also seriously, I need to rant about the cordyceps nonsense in a post at some point

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A small hostage (A night at the museum 2 X Child! Reader Fanfiction)

Description:

You, an eight year old child who was left behind on a school field trip gets locked inside the Smithsonian and are held hostage by wax figures of historical figures. Though one was cruel, the other's were a bit mean but they showed a bit of care. So much for being evil. There were questions that needed answers.

Will you live?

Will you die?

Will you see your family again?

Will you even remember this night?

Enjoy!

*I do not own the night at the museum movies. All rights to the characters and storylines belong to 20th Century Studios ™*

Chapter 7

Previous ~ Next

Capone held you bridal style and then Larry said, "Oh man. I got three hours till sunrise. I got to get you guys back".

"In case you forgot, Gigantor, they don't want us there anymore" said Jedediah.

"Who's they" you asked weakly. Larry looked at you and said, "The museum of natural history. I'm the night guard there-"

"I know where that it is. It's a few blocks from my place".

"Your a little bit far from home. What were you doing here in the first place"?

"A field trip". Larry looked at you with a questioning look but dismissed it and said, "I'll give you a lift home".

"But what about Capone and my friends. Can't they come with us"? Larry was about to say no but then realized that there were three empty exhibits in the museum. They were pretty big and each one could fit Ivan with his Strellsty, Napoleon with his soliders and Al Capone with his thugs. The backgrounds for each one would take some time but it would work. But larry had to remember that you can't just bring in new exhibits at a museum and say it's new. Even though there's space available, they can't just come in.

But...

They can go into storage until they are properly ready. "Well... I guess, but they would have to go into storage until further notice". Capone and the others smiled knowing they were going to a better place. "Hey" Larry said as he looked to the red headed woman, "Do you think you could hook us up with a ride"?

"My pleasure, of course" she said smiling.

"Hold on, there's one more thing I gotta take care. You guys follow Amelia and wait for me. I'll be back in a little bit" Larry said as he left. Amelia then started to lead all of you outside to go to a different part of the museum, the air and space museum. She had to dock her plane outside and would await for Larry. While she was getting to the right spot so that way she could have enough of a runway to take off, Capone refused to put you down because when he did put you down, you had sharp pains shooting through your leg.

His arms started to get a bit sore but he refused to let go. Napoleon and Ivan offered to hold you to give his arms a break but he refused instantly. He felt like it was his calling. His job. Capone and Napoleon and Ivan were just happy that you were ok. Larry finally came back and everyone piled in. There was surprisingly enough room for everyone since the plane was a bit small. Capone sat down and sat you down next to him carefully. "Hows your leg, kid" asked one of Capones gang members.

"It hurts" you said plainly.

"It'll heal itself, no problem. I'm just glad you're ok. I would've kill that son of a b-"

Ivan smacked Capone on the head to stop him from saying the next word. It was a bit hilarious to witness. There were others that got on the plane and they were still remarkably able to fit inside the plane. The plane started and soon was off the ground to head home. You weren't sure how long it would be until you would get home but the only thing you were hoping for was to see your mom again. When you told Capone that you would need help getting home, Larry offered to drive you. Capone would've had no problem taking you home himself but Larry told him the rules of being out late.

Which were he, and the others, couldn't be anywhere outside the museum when the sun rises and that they would turn to dust. After a long wait of flying back to home, everyone hopped out of the helicopter. Capone still had you in his arms, worried about your legs. "Well, your back where you belong" said the woman who was Amelia Earhart. This day was definitely the most strangest day ever. Larry approached Amelia and said, "Yeah. I think so".

The two of them stared at them then Larry broke the silence. "Hey, Amelia. That thing I was trying to tell you earlier... *sigh*... There's not really an easy way to say this but... In the morning-"

"I know whats coming Mr. Daley. I've always known. But it doesn't matter. You've given me the adventure of a lifetime in one night. And I have a feeling it's going to be a beautiful sunrise". The two then embraced and kissed which you then quietly said, "I was waiting for that to happen". Capone chuckled softly and then Amelia got back into her plane. With one more wave, she flew off. "Here, I'll take you home. How far away do you live" Larry asked.

"Three blocks from here". Larry understood and when he tried to take you from Capones arms, he tightened his grip a little but had to relax and allowed Larry to take you. Larry set you down but you hissed in pain since the pain in your legs was still there. He held your hand and helped you limp towards his car. Once inside, he told you to wait for a moment. "Ok. You guys, go inside and head to the basement. Someone inside can guide you there".

They understood and headed inside but Capone looked back and saw you waving at him. He smiled and waved back as Larry got inside the car to drive off. As Larry drove, you pointed out the directions and some came to realize that your apartment complex had three police cars. "Yep. That's the place". Larry pulled the car over and flagged down one of the officers, who wasn't happy. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave"-

"But I have (Y/n). I brought her home". The police officer looked at the passenger side and saw you looking at him. He was about to place handcuffs on Larry but you stopped him from doing that by saying that he and other people rescued you. The officer took the handcuffs off and opened the door for you but you mentioned that it was a bit hard to move because of some pain in your legs. He called the paramedics and said to tell the other officers to tell your mother that you were home.

A minute went by and the face of relief and happiness was shown on your mother. "(Y/n)"!?

"Mom"!?

Your mother ran over and scooped you up in her loving embrace. She was crying tears of joy and was squeezing you so hard that you could barely breathe. She eventually let go and checked you over to make sure you were ok, but she saw the bandages and dried up blood. "Who did this"!?

"Uhhhhh-"

"Its a long story" Larry said.

"He and someone else saved me. I want you to meet him... Tomorrow". Your mom looked at Larry to which he nodded to prove that your story was true. "You can come meet him tomorrow night. He works with me at the museum".

"The Smithsonian"?

"No no, the uhh, the museum of natural history". Your mom looked at you and you gave her the look plea since she deserves to meet the man who saved your life.

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow".