#delta crash video

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New footage shows Delta plane flipping over in fiery crash landing in Toronto

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El aturdido Crash del Avión de Toronto Survivor comparte el video de Momento Delta Jet Flipped: Actualizaciones en vivo

Por Laura Parnaby y Rachel Bowman y Germania Rodríguez para DailyMail.com Publicado: 21:08 GMT, 17 de febrero de 2025 | Actualizado: 22:27 GMT, 17 de febrero de 2025 Un avión de pasajeros de Delta que transportaba a 76 personas se estrelló en el aeropuerto de Pearson de Toronto el lunes en otro desastre de aviación. El avión, un Bombardier CR900, había volado desde Minneapolis a Toronto cuando…

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Recent Delta crash in Toronto.

Yup. Video made it obvious from the start. The question of course is why? But according to demtards it’s Trumps fault. Especially since it’s….in Canada?

Odd they’re being so secretive about the pilots. Hmmm.

[dertaglichedan]

Delta Air Lines crashes and flips upside-down at Toronto Pearson International Airport, 3 critically injured including child

Three passengers on a Delta Air Lines flight including a child were critically injured when the plane crash-landed and flipped upside-down at Toronto Pearson International Airport on Monday.

Flight records identify the craft as Delta Flight 4819, which took off from Minneapolis about 11:47 a.m. The crash happened just before 3 p.m. Images show the mangled airliner smoldering on the snowy runway as dazed passengers scrambled out. 

The belly-up jet looked badly damaged in photos and video circulating on social media, with one wing severely crumpled and the tail section partially sheared off.

*** Where are the wings? What the???

[fishfingersalad]

Rvb bbc ghosts x buzzfeed unsolved au Leonard “Alpha” Church III and his older sister Carolina Church inherit a creepy manor in the middle of nowhere halfway across the country after their great grandfather Leonard “Epsilon” Church dies of old age (yes Epsilon being their great grandfather is odd, it's for lore reasons).

Church’s college roommate Tucker has a ghost hunting youtube channel (Church edits his videos for him) and decides the manor seems spooky so he tags along to check it out with his co host (Kai) and camera/audio guy (Caboose) as well as Junior. Tex (Churches on again off again gf) comes along to bully them for getting scared, whenever she ends up on the show their views go up so they don’t complain. Carolina doesn’t wanna be stuck alone with Church’s friends so she invites her workout buddy Wash.

Unbeknownst to them, Tuckers “rival” youtube channel (the reds, Simmons is video and editing, Grif is audio, Lopez is in charge of their other equipment) catch wind of their plan to investigate the manor (Kai told Grif who accidentally let slip to Sarge) and they (literally just Sarge) take it as a challenge and they decide (are forced by Sarge) to follow the others to the manor to do their own investigation (Donut flirts with Locus the gas station attendant. This is important to me for some reason). Doc is unofficially part of the red team crew as first aid aka he follows them around bc he's worried about them going to all these abandoned buildings with no medical knowledge

Cw: talk of deaths in some detail, especially fires.

The Manor is actually haunted, by fifteen different ghosts:

Wyoming: 1840’s, fell out a window onto a weathervane

Florida: 1960’s, aspirin overdose 

York: 1980’s, car crash, has poltergeist abilities

North: 1850s, arsenic poisoning

South: 1850s, arsenic poisoning

Maine: 1910s, hunting accident, can sometimes be seen as a looming shadow in the dark

Ct: 1940s, military spy, shot

479er: 1960s, pilot, small aircraft crash

AI: 1920s, Children of a rich man who burned his house down while his wife was away with their youngest son, Leonard “Epsilon” Church (age 2 at the time). Delta (17), Theta (7), Eta (11), and Iota(11) died from smoke inhalation,  Gamma (15) and Omega (14) were burned,  Sigma (18) escaped the fire but succumbed to infection while still on the manor grounds. All of the ai ghosts carry a smell of smoke wherever they go (I have a drawing of them somewhere)

The only ones who can see the ghosts without outside influence (cameras, sensors, that stuff) are Church, Carolina, Wash, Donut, and Caboose, due to all five of them having near death experiences in their pasts, and later Doc after he’s possessed by Omega. Junior is also able to see ghosts though no one is sure why. 

Most of the au’s “story” is just silly interactions with the ghosts pranking the youtubers and various shenanigans. Wash deadpan pretends there are no ghosts to annoy both York and Tucker. Junior befriends Theta, Eta, and Iota, which concerns Tucker to no end especially since he tends to act like a horror movie child, all “Daddy, the lady with the hole in her head is in the corner again, daddy my friends with no faces wanna go play outside”. Sarge has a holy water super soaker that he carries everywhere incase of “ghouls”. South takes great joy in tormenting Simmons specifically. York follows the youtubers around and throws things at them, he only uses his poltergeist abilities for mischief. Ct finds a secret joy in sneaking up on Church to make him jump. Donut keeps telling his friends that the ghosts are there and real but none of them really believe him despite York pelting them with random objects. Wash finds a stray kitten and the ghosts are all immediately infatuated and begin following it around. Florida and Donut gossip together. Doc has to figure out how to deal with a rage fueled fourteen year old taking over his body. Tex punches Tucker on camera and it becomes their most popular video to date. Their second most popular video includes Tucker being attacked by Sarge with his holy water super soaker.

I just have so many little silly ideas about them...

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@lost-trio-week

When his starship gets pulled into the Delta quadrant seventy years’ travel away from home, Commander Jason Grace doesn’t expect to become friends (possibly more) with the very people he was sent there to capture. But the universe has funny ways of working out, doesn’t it?

A self-indulgent Star Trek: Voyager AU for day two of Lost Trio Week: crossover.

~*~

This was supposed to be a two week mission. Two weeks, round trip. Go into the badlands, capture the Maquis terrorist/freedom fighter ship, and get out. It wasn’t even that far from Starfleet territory- Deep Space Nine was just a quick wormhole trip away from where they started.

So how did they end up on the other side of the galaxy?

The Argo B shook violently as it was flung into the foreign space, shedding sparks from its interior walls. Jason struggled to stay in his seat, but he was ultimately unsuccessful.

There were a few hazy moments after the tremors stopped where all the surviving occupants stayed still, most collapsed on the floor. Captain Chase was the first to regain her footing, pulling Jason up with her. “Lieutenant,” she called to the helmsman, Percy Jackson he believed. Upon realizing the man was incapacitated, she took the helm herself as her crew members began to stir around her. She pushed a few buttons, each push accompanied by the creak of the damaged console and a weak beep, before turning back around in her chair and fixing Jason with an unnerving stare. “This is impossible. We’re… we’re seventy thousand light years away from the Alpha Quadrant.”

He barely had time to process the information before a mangled chime came from the viewscreen. After a few more button presses from the Captain, a video appeared on it.

There was a woman, her brown hair in a messy braid. Her gaze was shaky. The ship around her was falling apart, with wires falling from broken panels, control centers busted wide open, and licks of electrical flame appearing here and there. An engineer could be seen running about trying to put out the fires. There was screaming and the grating of metal in the background, so loud that the woman had to shout to be heard. “This is Captain Piper McLean of the Maquis ship Wilderness. The disturbance has completely wrecked our hull and totaled our engines. We surrender and request asylum,” she hissed.

Crash! A piece of the ceiling came thundering downwards, landing on the engineer. Jason winced in sympathy as he heard the cry it ripped from the man. McLean’s eyes widened in fear, and the video cut off just after she spat out the word “fuck.”

Captain Chase rose from her seat and tapped her combadge. “Captain Chase to the transporter room. Come in, transporter room.”

There was a chirp as the transmission went through. “Yes, Captain?” A reedy voice coughed.

“Beam the crew of the Maquis ship on board immediately.”

Stunned silence. Jason really couldn’t blame the poor ensign that was running the transporter. If he had gotten a hail from the Captain saying that, he would’ve thought she’d gone crazy, too. But the image of the dying ship was still burnt into his mind. At length, the transporter officer managed a measly “b-but, Ca-”

“That’s an order.” Captain Chase hauled the still unconscious Jackson into a standing position. “Commander Grace, take the Lieutenant-” she nodded down at her ward, passing him onto Jason’s shoulder- “down to sickbay. I’ll send the Maquis your way.”

Jason nodded, adjusting the limp man on his shoulder and heading towards the turbolift when the captain beckoned to him again. “And Commander?”

He turned his head as best he could. “Yes, Captain?”

“Make a good impression.”

It was evident that no one had told the Maquis that. At least thirty of them, plus the injured from the Argo, were crammed into the medical bay. Their leader, the woman from the video, was in a crabby mood. As someone in the line of command, Jason could understand that. He’d be grumpy too if half his crew died and he’d been forced to surrender for the good of the survivors. But as a diplomat, he was confident he was going to throttle someone if she kept this up. Or maybe his emotions were just running high.

“Captain McLean,” he’d greeted with a nod when he first met her. She was getting a concussion treated. He offered a hand.

She did not shake it. In fact, she pushed the dermal regenerator and the officer holding it away and attempted to look around the room. “Where is he?”

Jason frowned. “Where is who?”

“Excuse me, have you seen a man with a crushed leg anywhere?” She asked a passing nurse. They gestured to the privacy curtain, where Jason was reasonably sure surgery was being performed. McLean got up anyway. “Thank you.”

“Um, Captain McLean?” Jason tried, following her up to the curtain. “I’m-”

McLean rolled her eyes. “Listen, blondie, I’m not in the mood for chit chat. Try again later.” She craned her head to try and see over the screen.

“Who are you looking for?” Jason asked.

“My friend,” she grunted. He couldn’t hear it over the clamor, but he could see that she was tapping her foot.

Jason hummed sympathetically. “Are they the one who had the ceiling fall on them?”

“Yeah. What, did you see the transmission?”

“Yes. I was on the bridge when you hailed us.”

“Not my best moment,” she sighed.

“One could argue that valuing the lives of your crew over your victory is a very good moment, actually,” Jason pointed out. “I would have done the same thing, had I been in your shoes.”

McLean snorted. “Thanks, I guess. Who are you, anyway?”

“Commander Jason Grace, first officer of the USS Argo NCC-1012-B.” He offered up his hand once more.

She took it and gave it a firm shake before going back to watching the privacy curtain intently. Eventually, it rustled open, revealing the engineer from the video sans left leg from the mid thigh down. Dr. Solace’s eyes darted around for a moment before landing on McLean. He handed the injured man off to her. “Here, take him to a bed. Or an empty space on the floor where he can lay down. I’m not picky.”

McLean nodded and scooped him up. The man’s eyes were shut tight, like he could feel the pain even through the anesthetic. His head was thrown back, sending his dark brown curls every which way and uncovering the pointed ears of a Vulcan. Spotting an opening in one of the cots, Jason pointed McLean in that direction and let her set down the engineer there.

McLean leaned against the wall next to the head of the bed, never taking her eyes away from the man. Jason adopted a similar pose opposite her.

After what felt like hours, the Vulcan’s unfocused eyes fluttered open. He pushed himself to sit up on his elbows. “Piper?” He groaned. He fell back onto the bed with a thump.

“I’m right here, Leo. Right here,” she soothed, grabbing his hand. Wasn’t that considered intimate in Vulcan culture? Maybe Jason had just confused him with some other pointy eared species. Wait, no, the blood leaking into the bandage around his leg was green. He had to be a Vulcan.

The man’s- Leo’s- gaze floated around for a bit before landing on Jason. He squinted scrutinizingly at his uniform. Jason suddenly developed the urge to tug the end of his shirt down and adjust the sleeves. “Where are we?”

“The Argo’s sickbay,” Jason answered with what he hoped was a welcoming smile.

Leo looked back at Piper. “Who’s this guy?”

Jason answered for himself before McLean could, subconsciously drawing himself to his full height. “Commander Jason Grace of the USS Argo NCC-1012-B.”

“Classic commander behavior,” Leo muttered. “Always out here saying their full name and rank. You don’t see us Lieutenants pulling that shit.” His words blurred together, like he was trying to get the sentence out of him as fast as possible.

Jason found his brows furrowing. All the Vulcans he had worked with before wouldn’t have been caught dead saying half the words Leo did. “Is he always like this?”

McLean smiled and squeezed Leo’s hand. “Yeah. Wouldn’t have him any other way.”

~*~

“Okay, was anybody gonna tell me that Percy broke the transwarp barrier, became a lizard guy, stole the Captain away so he could turn her into a lizard too, then proceeded to have lizard babies together on some secluded planet? Or was I just supposed to figure that out myself?” Piper huffed, entering the sickbay.

Jason looked down at his hands. Somehow, they still felt like they had the slime on them. “Well, they were more like salamanders, but yes, that is what happened.”

“That was what the security alert was about? Here I was thinking a shiny new type of hostile alien was attacking,” Leo sassed, following close behind. His prosthetic leg didn’t slow him down a bit.

It had been a year and a half since the Argo had ended up in the Delta Quadrant. The two former Maquis had climbed the Starfleet ladder quickly, partly due to skill in their fields (engineering and communications), partly due to the Captain’s eagerness to incorporate Maquis in the bridge crew, and partly due to the sheer amount of openings caused by casualties.

“I think we’re glossing over the part where Annabeth and Percy had lizard babies,” Piper insisted, gesturing to where the Captain and the Chief Helmsman were recovering from their amphibious states.

“Salamanders. And I, for one, am happy to gloss over them. They were absolutely rancid to hold.” Jason suppressed a shiver at the thought- they were so… so twitchy and gooey. Like an egg that had been soaked in vinegar for a week, or a pulsing brain. Ugh, he didn’t want to think about them any longer.

“Where are they? I wanna see ‘em,” Leo commented. His head swiveled around like a globe.

Piper gave him a look. “You and Zhang were the ones who went down there, right?” Her eyes narrowed.

Leo continued to look around, going to open the door to the doctor’s office when Solace shot him a glare. The Chief Engineer held his arms up in surrender, but he turned his hopeful gaze back to Jason, which was arguably worse than him getting into the hyposprays. “Yeah, they were. Where’d you put them? Man, I can’t wait to be an uncle.”

Jason mumbled the answer and rocked back and forth on his heels.

Yes, he had left the salamander babies on the planet. What else was he supposed to do? The Captain didn’t have time for kids, nor did either of the officers want children at this point of their journey. Also: they were literal newts. He didn’t know about Annabeth or Percy, but if he had evolved into an amphibian and… mated with his coworker, he would feel pretty damn awkward around the spawn. There were no pre-schools aboard the Argo. Besides, if there were, there was an important thing to remember: they were literally fucking newts.

Leo put a hand to his pointed ear and wiggled his fingers as if that would amplify his hearing. “What was that, buddy?”

“We left them,” Jason squeaked.

Leo’s jaw dropped and Piper’s eyes shot open. There was a stunned silence before Leo started laughing. “You- you abandoned them? You… I can’t actually, this is so stupid,” he wheezed.

Jason sputtered and scrambled to defend himself. “They were slimy!” Seriously, that was the best he could come up with?

Piper began laughing with him, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “That was very Starfleet of you, Jason,” she snorted. She shook her head disbelievingly.

Leo wiped a tear from his eye. “‘Ooh, they were slimy! Of course that means I should forsake them on some planet that nobody knows jack shit about!’ Do you hear yourself, man? That is the most kindergartner ass logic I’ve ever heard.”

“Forsake is not a kindergartner word,” Jason argued.

“And jack shit is? That’s not the point, Commander,” Piper accused, “the point is you left the poor little dudes all on their own. It’s rude.”

“Yeah, dude. They’re gonna be raised by wolves or some shit and they’ll be back, searching for the people who left them to die. And I don’t know about you, Pipes, but I’m gonna sing like an annoying little bird if freaky salamander people start threatening me.”

“And then the freaky salamander people will start torturing you with their slime! You’ll be so slippery and disgusting!” Piper accused. Jason suppressed a very un-commander-like giggle.

“They’re gonna be using you as a backscratcher.”

“You will be damp. Wet, even. Soaked.”

It was at this point that the Captain decided to wake up. Annabeth’s eyes blinked open, regarding them carefully. “Commander?”

The laughter was sucked back in like a vacuum as he straightened back up, clumsily giving her salute. “Captain. How was your- um. I was going to say vacation. Uh, are you alright?”

Her brow furrowed, but she gave him a smile. “As you were, Grace. You three go back to whatever you were doing, but do keep it out of sickbay, yes? I need to have a chat with the Lieutenant here.” She jerked her head towards Jackson, who was just beginning to stir.

“Yes, Captain.” He wasted no time in retreating from the room, and he found himself relieved when he heard the steps of Leo and Piper following him eagerly.

“Jason, do you still have the coordinate points of where you and Zhang beamed down?” Piper chirped, hand hovering over her combadge.

“… yes,” he replied warily.

Piper leaned over Jason to share a grin with Leo. Wordlessly, they each grabbed one of Jason’s arms and hauled him to the transporter room. When he saw Leo and Piper take their positions next to him on the pad, he surrendered the coordinates to the transporter officer, knowing he had lost. He would be making them carry the salamanders, though.

Piper gave the order to engage, beaming them down to the jungle planet. The lizard babies stared up at him with their disturbing, beady eyes, not having left their previous spots. He supposed they were kind of cute, actually. In a moist, creature-like way.

“Aww! They remind me of the sehlat my aunt gave me back when I was still living on Vulcan,” Leo cooed, crouching down and picking one of the three up. It made a croaking noise, which he didn’t seem deterred by.

“Aren’t sehlats mammals?” Piper murmured, cradling another larva like a baby.

“Yeah, but this is based on charisma alone,” Leo responded dreamily. He seemed totally enamored with the pup. “I’m gonna name you-” he booped it on the nose, or whatever the newt approximation of a nose was- “Shelby.”

“This little guy’s name is Dave, in my opinion,” Piper said, tickling the lizard’s stomach and bringing a series of clicking noises out of it.

Jason, upon realizing neither of them was going for the third, reluctantly brought the last one to his chest.

Leo peered over his shoulder to smile at Jason’s baby, who was burrowing into his uniform. “She likes you.”

“She totally does,” Piper agreed. “Well? What are you gonna name her?”

Jason looked into the salamander’s goofy little eyes and listened to the sounds coming out of her tiny little mouth and patted her slimy little back. The name struck him like a lightning bolt. “Her name is Miriam. Commander Grace to transporter room, three- six? Six to beam up.”

~*~

Five years into their trek, Jason found himself watching from behind the Captain as she paced up and down the briefing room. “Let me get this straight: trans-dimensional aliens have mistaken your recreational holodeck program for real life.”

“Yes, Captain,” Piper and Leo said in unison. They sat across the table from Jason and the Captain, looking down dejectedly like two kids admitting to their mom that they broke the neighbor’s window while playing baseball.

“And these aliens have gotten into an armed conflict with the villain of the program.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“And this conflict is what’s sapping energy away from our warp and impulse power.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“The way I see it,” the Captain announced after letting Leo and Piper marinate in the awkwardness at length, “you need to defeat Doctor Chaotica and destroy his Death Ray before we completely run out of power. Correct?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“But- um- the thing is, we’re in this really weird part of the story where they introduce a new character,” Piper added, scratching the nape of her neck.

“And not just any old new character, no siree,” Leo supplied.

“She’s the Bride of Chaotica: Queen Arachnia. We’ll have to fight her, too, but if we send in someone to play her before her hologram can come into the equation…”

“… we’ll be able to sabotage the Fortress of Doom from the inside and make it so that our rocket can get through the lightning shield!”

Jason shook his head fondly. “I have no idea what a single word of what you just said means.”

Leo and Piper shared a look, having a whole conversation with their eyes. Jason would never be able to understand it- was it a Vulcan thing? Was it a best friend thing? Was it a pure penchant for mischief? He had long accepted he would never have an answer.

Eventually, they leveled their gazes on Jason with sly little smiles.

He recoiled and raised his hands in apprehension. “What are you planning?”

“I think we have our Arachnia, Pipes,” Leo snickered.

“Excuse me, what?” Jason sputtered. “Uh- why can’t the Captain be Arachnia?”

Piper and Leo looked towards Annabeth, clearly not expecting any enthusiastic offer. Sure enough, the Captain just smiled and turned to Jason. “No, no, I fully approve of their casting decisions.” As Jason’s smile dropped, the corner of her mouth twitched upwards in a smirk.

The costume was every bit as uncomfortable as he thought it’d be. The wig was rather unwieldy, the dress a tad bit too tight, and the makeup heavy. Piper and Leo had had great fun doing it for him, though, so he supposed there wasn’t too much harm done.

The real ordeal was Doctor Chaotica, though. His slicked back hair was an affront on its own.

He spoke exactly as a villain from a black and white 1930s sci-fi film should, which wasn’t a good thing. It was taxing on the eardrums, especially when such a voice was trying to whisper sweet nothings in one’s ear.

Of course, these sweet nothings consisted of the list of planets he was going to blow up for Arachnia, and how extravagant their wedding was going to be. Something about having it recorded in Technicolor?

Jason was relieved when the program ended, immediately reaching around to his back in an attempt to undo his corset (because according to Piper, it had been necessary, though she had accompanied it with a wink to Leo, who was turning a hundred shades of red). Piper, dressed in her full Captain Proton gear- a ridiculous leather jacket and pants complete with comical goggles resting on her forehead- rushed to help. The rest of the crew involved in the ruse celebrated and headed towards the exit. Leo waved before yawning and leaving the holodeck.

“I’m never gonna forgive you for making me do this,” Jason grunted as she undid the bow and loosened the corset. He heaved a pent up sigh when the pressure around his torso released.

“Yeah, yeah, thank me later,” Piper laughed. She patted him on the back, making him suck in a sharp breath since the area was still sore. She winced. “Sorry.”

“You better be,” he snorted and pushed her aside with his hip. “And if you’re looking to get me to play your floozy, Patience Nicelady or whatever-”

“Constance Goodheart.”

“Her, yes. If you want me to be her the next time you play in here, consider it a no.”

“Aw, man,” Piper teased, “Leo would really enjoy it, though!”

Jason felt his face get redder. He and Leo had only been dating for a while, and it had taken five years of developing feelings and a very… eventful Pon Farr to get to that point, but Piper had been endlessly annoying about it. Apparently, she wanted Jason to get her in touch with one of the security officers, Lieutenant Ramírez-Arellano, since she had convinced Leo to make a move. Jason saw absolutely no logic in this, since to “get in touch” with someone on the Argo was as simple as running into them in the hallways.

“Okay, be that way,” she said, giving him a raspberry when there was no response to her dig. “I’ll take you back to my quarters and I can get you cleaned up. The makeup, I mean, I’ll let you and Leo figure the rest out.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Shut up. That’s an order.”

“We’re of the same rank. You can’t pull the Commander card on me.”

“I will put you in the brig.”

“And let Leo remove your makeup? He’ll try to get you clean with elbow grease and a prayer, and that mascara is waterproof. Good luck with that.”

Jason knew that part of being a good Commander was knowing when to switch tactics. “If you shut up, I’ll ask Zhang to give Reyna the bridge shift at the same time as you.”

“Deal.” Piper’s teeth clacked shut and she began speed walking her way out of the holodeck. Jason huffed a laugh and followed her.

~*~

Jason and Piper had walked back to their individual quarters every day after their shifts ended for six years now. It made it easy for the communications officer to get her daily Leo Time (patent pending) in if they did not have the same shift, as she often stayed a while to play a game of 3D-chess.

Most days, Leo was absolutely wiped out after work. Between working on improving the warp core and gathering messages from the Alpha quadrant, Chief Engineer was a taxing job. Even after he had clocked out, Jason often found Leo sitting on their bed and translating orders from Starfleet Command. He didn’t really have any energy for recreational activities, which all three of them lamented.

They had only made contact with Starfleet through the Pathfinder probe a month prior, and it had made Leo’s job a whole lot more tedious. Everyone was constantly anxious to see if their family had sent them any letters, which required deciphering from the Pathfinder, and it was put on the Engineering crew to do all of it.

When Jason entered their quarters that day, with Piper lingering at the threshold, they heard soft sniffling sounds coming from the bedroom. The two commanders shared a look and nothing more, wordlessly agreeing to figure out what was wrong together.

They approached the closed door with apprehension, making sure to knock first. Jason pressed his ear to the barrier as he said “Leo? Can we come in?”

There was no answer except frantic shuffling and the eventual hiss of the opening door. Leo was leaning on the frame with an over the top smile, eyes scrunched closed though the grin didn’t look like it should reach them. He let out an awkward laugh at seemingly nothing. “Hey. I was just, um, feeding Shelby, Dave, and Miriam. Didn’t hear you come in.”

Jason leaned forward slightly, squinting at him. “You’ve been crying,” he stated.

Leo’s eyebrows shot up, revealing eyes glistening with tears. “What? No, why would you think that?”

“There are tear tracks on your cheeks,” Piper pointed out. “What happened, Leo? You know you can tell us anything.”

His expression softened, melted was more like it, and he let himself fall into Piper’s open arms. Jason rested an arm on his back, moving up and down in an effort to soothe him. “It’s just,” Leo started, cutting himself off with a sob, “I got a letter from my mom.”

Piper nodded. “Mhm. And what did she say?”

Leo laughed, albeit nervous and choked up. “Lots of things, but I couldn’t get over the first three words. ‘I love you.’”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Jason chuffed into Leo’s hair. “Happy tears, then?”

He felt Leo shake his head. “Not exactly. Like, woo, she loves me, yay, but it sunk in just how much we’ve missed. She told me my cousin back on Vulcan had a kid. Last time I saw him, he was fifteen. And, uh, they named the baby after me, so that was a punch to the gut. I wasn’t even aware that they still liked me. Then all of a sudden they’re naming kids after me? Wild.

“I mean, like, after me and Piper joined the Maquis together, I never saw them again. I haven’t even talked to my mom in a decade. Ugh, that sounds worse now that I say it out loud. It’s just, I was afraid of what she might think of me, and we were busy fighting the Cardassians and trying to stay alive, so I didn’t really have time to think ‘oh, I should go tell Mom I’m okay’. Not when there were repairs to be done and stuff like that. I think, actually, I might have used that as an excuse for a while. I didn’t want to call her because… well, I was scared she might not love me anymore.”

Silence fell over the room, uninterrupted aside from the bubble of the water in the salamanders’ tank. Jason nuzzled further into Leo’s hair, trying to make it obvious how much he loved him through actions rather than words since he was pretty sure he’d start crying if he said anything.

It was Piper who broke the quiet as she tugged Leo and Jason closer. “She’d be a fool not to love you. Anybody would.”

“When we get back,” Jason whispered tentatively (he had never been good at verbal comfort, or at least, not as good as Piper), “I’m calling it now: she’s gonna be over the moon to see you. She’s gonna have a huge grin on, and she’s gonna crack open a bottle of champagne, and she’s gonna give you a big ol’ hug.” He squeezed Leo in his arms, making him giggle.

Leo sighed into the shoulder of Piper’s uniform. “I love you guys.”

~*~

Seven years after their foray into the Delta quadrant started, and Earth was just as beautiful as Jason remembered it.

The Argo had emerged from the transwarp tunnel a little worse for wear, (who were they kidding, it was about to fall apart) but they had made it. A whole fleet of Federation ships had greeted them upon their return to the Alpha quadrant. They managed to make their way into the dock at San Francisco, where countless enthusiastic friends and families awaited the crew members.

Fireworks burst in the night sky above, briefly coloring the city in vibrant reds, yellows, and blues. The clamor of the crowd was a nice sort of deafening. Piper was clutching his hand, laughing as she was dragged along by Leo who had a similar grip on her other hand. He was searching for the snack table.

“Can there even be a snack table on such short notice? It’s not as if we called beforehand to say we were almost there,” Jason had pointed out.

“A man can dream, Jason,” Leo had snapped.

Every so often Jason would be stopped by a kid and asked for an autograph, meaning he had to stop the party train. The first time Piper had this happen to her, she teared up. “That little girl just told me she wanted to be a Commander when she grew up, too,” she sniffled. “I’m gonna have a mental breakdown. Seven years ago, I’m a criminal, and now I’m a role model? Yup, I’m definitely gonna cry.”

Jason chuckled and knocked his shoulder against hers, scanning the crowd.

Over the past few months, as communication with the Alpha quadrant increased, Jason had been researching the members of Leo and Piper’s family who lived on or near Earth so he would be prepared when (at the time, it had been an if) they got home. Piper’s father was a Betazoid ambassador, while Leo’s mother worked as an engineer for the Federation. They both lived near Starfleet headquarters, but it would be a gamble on whether or not Ambassador McLean was there, as he spent a good half of the year on his home planet. If Jason had memorized the timetable correctly, this was one of the months spent on Betazed, unfortunately.

Commodore Valdez, however, could almost always be found on the exoatmospheric starship construction rig orbiting Earth. He hoped the base up there had gotten the good news- or, more likely, seen it.

A quick once over of the crowd revealed nothing, but it looked like there was a group of people beaming down on the outskirts. At the front was a woman Jason shouldn’t have recognized as quickly as he did, as he had never met her in person, but she had the same hair as a certain Engineer he knew and loved- tight, dark brown curls that fluffed up at the edges. He gave a little tug to Piper’s hand and explained the situation. He aimed for a whisper, but those weren’t very effective when there were hundreds of people partying it up around you. Nevertheless, Piper got the message and followed Jason’s lead, dragging a protesting, oblivious Leo along with them.

He didn’t have the chance to talk to the Commodore, as she started calling her son’s name before they could get to her. At least he had turned around in time to watch Leo’s eyes light up. The engineer liberated his hand from Piper’s, who was grinning.

Jason felt his wide smile soften when he saw Leo worm his way through the crowd to jump into his mother’s arms. Somehow, he could hear their laughter (and sobs) over the clamor.

Piper moved her hand up to his shoulder. His eyes stayed fixed on the Commodore and Leo, but he could tell she was smiling. “We’re back. After all this time, we’re back. I can’t believe it.”

Jason’s cheeks hurt, but the smile just wouldn’t go away. He didn’t want it to. “I’m glad that we got launched into the Delta quadrant,” he sighed.

He could tell that she was giving him a look- probably the one with the raised eyebrow and the singular upturned corner of her mouth. He looked down and, yup. It was that one. “Glad? Elaborate, please.”

“I wouldn’t have met you or Leo,” Jason reasoned with a shrug.

“And this justifies seven years of constant alien attacks, salamander babies, Brides of Chaotica and whatnot?”

“I would give birth to a hundred salamander babies if it meant I could still have you and Leo in my life.”

“Ew! Ew, gross,” Piper laughed. “I didn’t need that visual. Ugh. Disgusting. I’m gonna go find Reyna, have fun with your future mother in law.”

“Bye, Piper,” Jason breathed, watching her disappear into the crowd. He let his eyes drift up to the starry sky once she was gone, thankful for once in his life that he could look at the familiar constellations from the ground, no longer among them. And sure, he’d probably get up there again some day (after a long, long vacation hopefully), but for now, he was happy to be back on Earth with his favorite people.

[toska-writes]

“Sleeping/Cuddling Clone Headcannons p.2”

Read p.1 here (✩)

Clones x GN padawan reader ( You could technically read it either way but in my head it’s all Platonic)

Bad batch and Delta squad version!

Wish me luck I have to get up early tomorrow- too bad I don’t have a clone to snuggle

(I could make another with the Corrie guard or another group)

Hunter

• Dad mode has already engaged once you asked him if you could bunk with him

• It’s a very quick yes and most of the other Bad Batch members go to him to bunk with whenever they need

• Big spoon all day and just wants you to be as close as possible to him- your heart beat takes up most of his senses so he can fall asleep

•He is your own blanket and will make sure you get enough sleep

• Will sleep so your against the wall and his back is facing out OR your both have your backs facing the wall just in case he needs to watch something by the door

• Will do that especially when your scared

Crosshair

• He’s a small spoon- so he can also spoon his precious riffle

• the first time you even tried to get into the same bunk as him he pushed you out

• I feel like the first time you properly slept pressed up next to him was in some cave when you all got separated on a mission and had to wait the night out together

• He would mumble and grumble but deep down he would jump any time you moved, wanting you to stay asleep

•Bone crushing grip- your not getting up unless he’s awake. He’d be the type to ground you

Tech

• His datapad crashes into his face every few seconds

• But he would pull up different holo-videos and such to help the both of you fall asleep

•He sleeps on his side facing the wall??? Idk I get that vibe from him. Has no concerns with the boogeyman apparently

• More often then not you have to take his googles off for him so they won’t break

• if you can get him to sleep in an actual bunk it’s a miracle and not in the pilots seat or slumped on a desk

Wrecker

• Ecstatic when you bring up the idea

• Is more than happy to make room for you on his bunk and even give you lula to snuggle with as well

• He’s so warm and inviting your asleep instantly

• My man also snores like a engine starting up but will get all flustered and worried if you bring it up

• If your scared or anything during the night he is more than happy to stay up on watch if it eases your mind- he also verbally comforts you

Boss

• 100% would allow you to bunk with him if you asked no matter what

• If he can keep an eye on one of the migraines in the night it’s a win for him

• in reality he’s a huge pillow- completely comforting without all his armor on

• The fact that you would feel so safe in his arms I can’t even describe well enough in words to do it justice

• also I feel like this man would have so many blankets on his bed you’d both be piled under them

Sev

• Straight up no in the first place

• The first time you got him it was late already and he was going back to his bunk- you were already there with many blankets and stuff

• He tells you to get out at first but honestly your both way to tired (and stubborn) to listen

• With a sigh he’ll practically pushes you to your own side

• will stay as far away as possible until at one point in the middle of the night he will turn over and roll his eyes and then pull you flush against him- denies it in the morning

Fixer

• Talks to fall asleep- he’ll tell you all about what interesting things he has read today and would love to share the details

• He deserves more love and I think for cuddling it would be the hug sort of thing

•Face to Face completely wrapped up in each other- nothing else would even matter in these moments

• You’ll have to know Fixer for a while before bunking with him, but once you earn his trust and the group accepts you it’s so much easier

• Drools a lot but man needs a good sleep like that

Scorch

• Loud and very full of energy at almost every hour of the day

• if you get this man to lay down cause he needs the sleep he would be all over you with cuddles

• watching the stars or the rain fall outside really helps him to sleep and like Fives I think he takes up a lot of room in his bunk

• He just needs love- head and shoulder scratches gets him to sleep very quickly, and don’t think he wouldn’t do it for you to

• something about the motion and feeling over and over again just lulls him into a slumber

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[beardedmrbean]

White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt has blasted Sen. Chuck Schumer (D-NY) for suggesting President Trump was partly to blame for the Delta Air Lines jet that crash-landed and flipped over in Toronto, Canada.

Leavitt ripped the Democratic lawmaker just hours after he appeared to link Monday’s disastrous Delta landing to the president’s recent cuts to the Federal Aviation Administration’s workforce.

“It’s incredibly irresponsible for Chuck Schumer to say such a thing when the investigation is still underway,” the press sec told Fox News’ “America Reports” late Tuesday.

“This crash unfortunately took place in Canadian airspace with Canadian air traffic controllers overseeing it,” she said.

Schumer had fired off a slew of tweets referencing the FAA cuts as he reacted to news of the Delta plane bursting into flames and tipping over as it touched down at Toronto Pearson International Airport on Monday.

“I’m thankful that everyone in the flight incident in Toronto that took off from Minneapolis is safe, but we keep seeing these incidents day after day. Meanwhile, Trump’s doing massive layoffs at the FAA —including safety specialists — and making our skies less and less safe,” Schumer wrote.

“To those asking whether it matters that the plane’s destination was in Canada: The flight took off from Minneapolis. The FAA was still responsible for inspecting the aviation equipment, and Trump just let go of FAA safety specialists,” he added.

Leavitt was quick to note that Canadian air traffic controllers were responsible for directing the plane ahead of its fiery crash-landing — and that “no air traffic controllers have been let go” by the Trump administration.

“In fact, Secretary [Sean] Duffy has put great emphasis on hiring the best and the brightest air traffic controllers who want to be part of the FAA,” Leavitt continued.

She went on to blast the Biden administration for sitting “on their hands when it came to aviation safety for four years.”

Her reaction to Schumer’s remarks came as investigators continued to probe whether weather conditions, human error or an aircraft malfunction could be to blame for the Delta plane saga.

Horrifying video from the scene showed the plane landing so hard that its right wing was sheared off as it skidded onto the snow-covered runway.

The jet, which was en route from Minneapolis, then burst into flames before flipping over.

Miraculously, all 80 people on board the flight survived.

[nordschleifes]

chapter four — algo me gusta de ti

➝ after a choice that ends fernando's chances of a better position for the race on sunday, charlie is confronted by the driver. however, the discussion ends in a way she didn't expect.

➝ word count: 5,1k

➝ warnings: fighting (it that a warning at this point?), racing description

➝ author's note: tagging @christianpulisic10, @alonsogirlie and @enaticosencantados as requested.

— Charlie, don't you think we should start our fast laps now?

— No, you can do one more warm-up lap — she replied, her eyes on the clock at the top of the screen. There were just under two minutes left in qualifying for the Miami Grand Prix, long enough for him to take another slow lap before another flying lap to chase after pole position and finish with just under 20 seconds to go. It was an ideal strategy, carefully developed by the strategy team, all to steal Checo's provisional pole position.

One more lap. A few more seconds.

She watched closely as Fernando followed at a slower speed, giving space for Charles Leclerc’s Ferrari to pass him at turn 9 on his flier. Then, as she took her eyes off of the GPS map to look at the broadcast, she felt her heart skip a beat.

The Ferrari was sliding out of control towards the turn 16 barrier, the crash causing those in the pit wall to let out a collective groan.

— Attention, yellow flag, yellow flag at turn six — she said, before sighing as she saw the color change from yellow to red — Red flag, slow down.

Without a response from Fernando, Charlie had to confirm with what the data coming from the car said as he drastically reduced his speed. She knew it was a gamble to release him so late from the pits to do his last laps of Q3. She sighed, knowing that she should have anticipated something happening with the slippery track and Leclerc’s crash during FP2 the day before.

— Nice and slow, keep the delta positive — she said, while staring at Fernando’s name on the timing screen — The session will not be restarted. So, it's a P8 for us today.

— Yeah, we're going to have to stick with that — he muttered. He sounded less than pleased.

Given his latest results, he had every reason to be dissatisfied.

After the fifth place in Bahrain, they left for Saudi Arabia with some optimism. After the debrief, the team found, in all of the data they’d gathered over the weekend, that the car had fulfilled all expectations, and in the right conditions, there was even more performance to be had.

Jeddah was like a dream. In each free practice, Fernando was in the top three, with his lap times being tantalizingly close to the Red Bulls. In qualifying, problems with Verstappen's gearbox and a penalty for Leclerc ensured that Fernando would start from second place during the Grand Prix.

The race had its own frustrations, with Fernando getting a penalty for the car being out of position within its starting box, and another for incorrectly serving the penalty during a pit stop in the race. The team argued their case before the FIA and managed to get the pit stop infringement penalty overturned, meaning Fernando’s third place was restored. Charlie was leaving the paddock when Fernando started a video call with her to tell her the good news. Seeing him smiling and satisfied with the result made something warm fill her chest.

Another podium came in Australia, after a race with two red flags and a collision involving Fernando's car that made Charlie’s stomach lurch as she watched it, but the car ended up being able to continue.

At the end of April, a good weekend in Baku solidified the third place for Fernando in the drivers’ championship along with Aston Martin moving up to second place in the constructors' championship.

But Miami was shaping up to be different. Qualifying in P8 on a track where overtaking after the start would be difficult was not very encouraging, but a solid pit stop strategy involving two long stints on the medium and hard tires would be key for Fernando to get valuable points that Sunday. There was rain in the forecast overnight, which would make starting on soft tires unfeasible because of the high degradation during Saturday’s sessions. 

Charlie jotted a few things down in her notebook before she left the pit wall to walk back to the paddock. On the way, she tried to think of how to tell Fernando why she wanted to delay his fast laps and hadn’t considered the possibility of a red flag. Maybe if she told him that Verstappen had to abort his fast lap, too, it may help… 

“Like he cares about that”, she thought to herself as she passed her credentials over the badge reader at the paddock’s entrance turnstile. All of the team motorhomes were assembled on the field of Hard Rock Stadium, which made for a unique paddock set up. After passing a group of McLaren mechanics and waving to Lee, an engineer with whom she had worked for a few years, she entered Aston Martin’s hospitality building, heading straight to the second floor, where was the engineering office, the place they  gathered for the debriefs.

Ben and Lance were already in the office. It wasn’t surprising given that Lance had been eliminated in Q1. They were discussing the decision not to put new tires on his car, which jeopardized his attempt to gain a higher position on the grid. Charlie sat down across from them and opened her notebook, checking the notes she'd taken during qualifying and trying to ignore the tension building in her shoulders.

When Fernando came in with Dan, Charlie could see his displeasure plainly on his face. She was bracing herself for another explosion, just as it was during the McLaren-Honda days. It was a creeping, sickening deja-vu, waiting for his commentary on her poor strategy decisions and how her plan had been too risky. However, he wasn’t chatting to Dan about any of that. Instead, they were chatting about the relative effectiveness of the AMR23’s DRS.

“This is it. This is the calm before the storm”, Charlie thought, scribbling something in her notebook about factors to consider before suggesting plan B during the race. She did everything she could to avoid catching Fernando’s gaze.

 The debrief ended with no outbursts or tantrums from Fernando, and Charlie breathed a sigh of relief. As she stood up to leave, her thoughts turned to going back to her hotel room, ordering room service for dinner, and maybe watching last year’s Miami GP and taking more notes.

— Charlie? — she turned around to see that Fernando was on his feet, adjusting his green cap on his head. He was still wearing his overalls, but the collar was open and the zipper was pulled down to the middle of his chest.

— Yeah?

— Can we talk?

— Of course — Charlie replied, trying to hide her nervousness — What do you need?

— Come with me — he said, brushing past her and leaving the engineering office. As she followed behind him, Charlie couldn't shake the sickening feeling that she knew what was about to happen, even more so when Fernando opened the door to his drivers’ room and gestured for her to step inside. 

She had entered several drivers’ rooms over the years, but this is the first time she had been in Fernando’s since he came over to Aston Martin. The room was one of the simpler, more basic ones she’d seen. There was a small desk with his laptop, a chair, a sofa and a kind of small wardrobe open in the corner, with his backpack and his regular clothes inside. The only thing on the wall was a poster of the AMR23. She was surprised. His drivers’ room when he was in McLaren was a bit more decorated, with the flags of Spain and his home province of Asturias adorning the walls. 

When Charlie heard the door close behind her, she felt her shoulders tense. Fernando stepped back around her, pulling his arms out of the sleeves of his overalls so he could take it off.

— Well, what did you want to talk about? — she asked, thinking about how naive she sounded.

— You know what I want to talk about, Charlie — Fernando replied, picking up a bottle of water that was on the table. He leaned back against it as he opened it and took a long drink, all without taking his eyes off of her.

— Is it about your fast lap?

— If you can call that a fast lap — he said, drying his mouth with the back of his hand.

— It was a warm-up lap.

— The third in a row, when I could have done a fast lap and improved my time — he said dryly.

Charlie sighed.

— It was a strategy...

— A strategy that didn't work.

— Because of Charles — she answered immediately.

— You should have known he was going to do something wrong, Charlie. He was having problems with the rear of the car, I saw it when he passed me.

— You could have told me that.

— Why didn’t you see it on my onboard? Weren’t you watching it?

Charlie laughed in disbelief.

— Yes, I was looking at the onboard, but I was also looking at the brake telemetry, temperatures, everyone else’s times, engine readings, the status of your car, and talking to you at the same time.

— Well, you should have paid attention to my onboards so you can see what I see. 

— I could say the same about many things, Fernando, but I know you're doing several things at the same time...

— But you ask for things anyway — he said.

— Because if I don't ask, your car breaks down and I'm the one who has to listen to you whining.

He snorted, running a hand over his face.

— Well, it doesn’t matter anyway, because the weekend is over, Charlie. Your so-called strategy has made it so this entire weekend is just going to be a waste of everyone’s time.

— Do you want me to apologize? — she asked, trying to stay calm — Is that it? You're making this whole speech because you want me to apologize to you?

— No, Charlie. Your apologies are of no use to me now. Your apologies are not going to get me on the podium tomorrow, or even make me score points. Your apologies won't make me a champion again.

— Who ever said you’re going to be a champion again, Fernando? — Charlie muttered. It was reflexive, almost automatic. 

Fernando’s eyes shot to hers, his expression going rigid.

— I did. I said it. I'm going to be champion again — he replied — But only if you stop making strategy calls that hinder me instead of helping me.

— The only thing that hinders you, Fernando, is your ego. If you don’t keep it in check, you'll never lift that trophy again at the end of the year in Paris.

His nostrils flared. Charlie had found his Achilles heel. She felt a sense of immense satisfaction. She knew she shouldn’t continue digging deeper, but a voice in the back of her mind pleaded with her to not pass up the opportunity to hit him where it hurt, as justice for the years of misery he’d caused her.

— It's not a matter of ego, Charlie, and you know it. I am the hardest working driver on the entire grid…

— That's what you think, right? I’ve heard every driver say that — she interrupted him, crossing her arms — But you’re not any better than anyone else.

— I'm better than everyone. I’m the most complete driver out of all twenty of us, I…

— Are you? If you're so good, then why did you lose to a rookie in 2007? — she asked. Now that she’d gotten her claws in, it seemed like it would be difficult to stop. 

— Everyone knows that asshole Dennis favored Hamilton…

— And then what? When you returned to Renault, why couldn't you beat him then? Why did it take Flavio bribing your teammate into crashing out in Singapore to get you on the podium?

The memory of the 2008 scandal made him visibly clench his teeth. Now, Charlie was just playing dirty, but it was intoxicating. The voice in the back of her head urged her on, to give him a dose of his own poison, to make him feel like she did on that fateful afternoon in Montreal.

— You have to have a lot of audacity to say that you are the best while sharing the grid with Lewis — she continued, taking a step forward to face him — He’s the greatest driver of all time, but not only that, he’s a better teammate than you are. He’s better than you at everything.

— Charlie...

— He's better than you in and out of the car, better in the simulator, better than you personally and professionally. He’s even better than you in bed! — she exclaimed, without thinking. She cursed at herself. She’d gone too far. Her desire to damage Fernando’s ego had gotten ahead of her mouth, and she knew it when she watched Fernando’s expression change from anger to surprise.

— How do you know that? — Fernando asked, the shadow of a smile creeping over his face.

She blinked, transfixed. It wasn't like she actually knew what Lewis was like in bed, after all, she had never had anything more than a professional relationship with him. She’d never had any relationships with any drivers, and it was for a good reason, especially working as a woman in a male-dominated environment.

At the same time, though, she wasn't deaf to the rumors running through the paddock. It wasn’t like Charlie enjoyed gossip, but it was nearly impossible to ignore the whispered conversations the caterers and cleaning staff had during off-peak hours in the motorhome, but admitting that to Fernando would be the end of whatever remained of her credibility.

— You shouldn't talk about things you don’t know anything about, Charlie — he said quietly, in the face of her silence.

— But I do… Know — she replied, trying to hide her nervousness when she realized how close he was to her.

— You mean you fucked him? — Fernando asked. The way he’d asked was clearly a challenge.

— Yes — Charlie lied, trying to keep her voice steady. However, she couldn't help noticing how fast her heart was beating inside her chest, or how her eyes insisted on drifting down to his lips — And he's very good.

— Oh, he is? Tell me more.

She felt her mind freeze for a few seconds.

— I'm not going to talk about this with you.

— Why not? — he asked, smiling.

— Because I don't owe you any explanations about my sex life.

— Considering you're making assumptions about my sex life, I think I have a right to know what you consider good sex.

Charlie felt her cheeks heat up.

— He's good — she just replied.

— Did he make you come? — Fernando asked bluntly. A wave of heat raced over Charlie's skin as soon as the word left his lips.

— Like I said, he's really good, unlike you.

— You never fucked me, so you wouldn’t know whether I'm good or not.

— Well, I don't need to.

— Oh, I think you do, Charlotte.

In that split second, it was as if a video tape had been rewound in her mind. Staring into his eyes, Charlie remembered the first time she'd spoken with him, on a cold January morning eight years ago. The image of him, with a well-tailored gray suit and his dark, combed-back hair, was seared into her mind. She remembered perfectly what she had thought when she saw him enter her sector, a wide smile on his face as he shook her hand as Ron Dennis introduced them. 

“Handsome”, she thought. And there, standing inches away from her, with the sleeves of his overalls tied around his hips and his dark green baseball cap over his brown hair, he looked the same way.

Handsome.

Another voice came to the back of her mind, making a not-so-subtle suggestion of what she should do. 

So, Charlie did.

Putting her hands on Fernando's face, she pulled his body against hers, their lips colliding in a rough, passionate kiss, completely devoid of any delicacy. The touch ran through her body like an electric shock, sharpening her senses immediately. The faint scent of the cologne he'd put on before heading out on the circuit seemed to have mingled with something Charlie could only classify as his own, delicious and uniquely his.

Her hands slid from his face to the back of his neck, while her lips parted to allow her to taste Fernando. He was sweet and salty and sour all at the same time, as if all facets of him had combined into the lips of the man she was kissing. Her thoughts were an irrational jumble, Charlie realized, but there was nothing rational about the situation.

With her pulse roaring in her ears, she barely noticed when her back hit the wall, much less when Fernando's hands went down her waist towards the skirt she was wearing. Pulling the green fabric up haphazardly, he pressed his fingers into the skin of her ass, pulling Charlie’s hips flush to his. Feeling her nails dig into his skin, she continued that hungry, almost desperate exploration. It was as if one were the air the other needed to breathe, the surface in that sea of unresolved arguments and feelings.

Charlie only realized she was out of breath when she felt Fernando's lips leave hers, trailing down her jaw, nibbling on her skin. He wasn’t touching her like someone with a point to prove, but like someone who had achieved a goal. Someone who had finally gotten what he wanted.

— Did he do this to you, Charlie? — Fernando asked, in a low voice, his hot breath making her skin crawl — Did Lewis kiss you like this?

— No — she replied, sighing as she felt him bite her earlobe.

— Did he touch you like this?

— No — Charlie said, hands sliding through his hair, his Aston Martin cap long since fallen to the floor.

— So he didn't fuck you — he said, as his lips trailed down her neck — He didn’t give you anything close to what you deserve.

— What I deserve — she murmured, reflexively. There was no room for any coherent thought in the rising fever in her mind. There was only one thing that Charlie could see in his dilated pupils, when he lifted his face from the crook of her neck.

Desire.

— A real fuck — Fernando murmured, his lips brushing hers — With someone who knows exactly how to touch you, how to kiss you, how to make you moan, how to make you come. Someone like me, nena.

Charlie stopped suddenly, eyes fixed on his face. Her mind was in a whirlwind of thoughts, guilt mixing with the adrenaline that was coursing through her body. “What have I done?”, she thought, as he brushed his nose lightly against hers, mumbling something she didn't understand.

— Puedo hacerlo todo. Puedo hacer lo que quieras. Sólo dime que sí, nena.

Fernando, the man who had said in more ways than one that he couldn’t stand her, was telling her that he knew how to touch her, how to kiss her, how to make her moan, how to make her come. Of all people, it was him. The man she hated, the man who had almost made her give up on her dream of succeeding in motorsport. The man she had just kissed, because she couldn't resist her own desire to have him for herself, to try those lips and feel his tender touch.

Him. Why him?

Taking her hands to Fernando's shoulders, she pushed him lightly, in a gesture for him to move away. "I couldn't have done that", Charlie repeated mentally, while trying to adjust her green skirt, which was now horribly wrinkled from being hiked up to her hips.

— Charlie? Are you okay? — he asked.

— Leave me alone — she snarled, before quickly storming out of the room, ignoring his protests and slamming the door behind her. A few steps later, Charlie stopped in the middle of the hallway and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath and trying to calm her own heart that was beating fast in her chest.

Charlie couldn't understand what had just happened. She couldn't understand how that discussion about winning or not winning the championship turned into sensual whispers about how he would make her come like she deserved, into him biting and kissing her neck.

The idea of having sex with Fernando, even a few weeks ago, sounded like an absurdity. However, at that moment, it no longer seemed like something impossible or ridiculous, but something Charlie actively desired. She wanted to touch him, wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to hear the whisper that would make her moan and see the expression on his face when she achieved his goal.

Putting a hand to her face, Charlie grunted in frustration. “Stop it, Charlotte, stop it, stop it!”, she condemned herself. She couldn't and shouldn't think about that. They hated each other. She hated him. She hated him deeply. Or should.

— Joder! — she heard Fernando yell, followed by a loud, heavy sound, like a fist hitting a table. It was the signal Charlie needed to head back into the engineering office to get her things before heading back to the hotel. She didn’t say anything to anyone, and ignored someone she knew waving to her. She walked through the paddock like a woman on a mission, but her head was elsewhere. All she could think about was what had happened minutes before, how she was filled with Fernando's scent and taste. “I need a shower, urgently”, Charlie thought, as she ordered an Uber on her phone.

If she expected to sleep that night, she was wrong. Anxiety kept her eyes open, glued to the hotel room ceiling. Charlie had thousands of questions in her head. Why had she pulled Fernando against her? Why had she kissed him? Why had she allowed him to touch her? Why didn't she back off? Why had she liked it?

As she was ruminating over the kiss, Charlie saw the sun rise over Miami Beach.

Sunday passed in a blur. She was making such an effort to stay awake and focused on that afternoon's race that she had practically mentally isolated herself from everything around her. Charlie didn't see anything related to the start of the day, not even the much-talked-about entry of the driver at the start of the opening ceremony.

Facing Fernando was the strangest part. They met by chance at the door of the engineering office. Meeting his eyes, Charlie felt her heart jump in her chest, a shiver crawling over her skin.

— Good morning — he murmured, standing in front of her.

— Good morning — she managed to reply, before dodging the driver and heading for the garage.

After a good start by Fernando allowed him to gain some positions, the race no longer had any emotion. In fact, it was so boring that Charlie heard the driver commenting on Lance's overtake that he saw on one of the trackside screens. Lance was fighting for a points place, but Fernando managed to finish third after an otherwise uneventful race. As he crossed the finish line, she felt like a weight had lifted off her shoulders.

— Yeah, P3 today. Very good — she said, her voice flat.

— Very good, guys. It was a lonely race, but we can deal with that.

She didn't watch the podium ceremony or even join the group for team photos with the trophy. The debrief was quick and more focused on Lance than Fernando. As soon as the meeting ended, Charlie got up and left the room, not looking back, even as she thought she heard someone call her name. 

Back in her hotel room, she laid down on the bed and let out a heavy sigh. It felt like she’d been holding her breath since she’d left the track. Charlie felt suffocated, as if she were drowning in her own doubt and fears.

Whenever she felt like this, she knew there was one person she could turn to.

Charlie picked up her phone and tapped on the name in her contacts list. As she listened to the insistent rings, she made a mental calculation of the time zone and mentally condemned herself. It was well after midnight in the UK, not a good time for a phone call. However, someone must be awake, as, seconds later, she heard a sweet voice on the other end of the line.

— Good evening, my dear — Amanda, her grandmother, said. Charlie could tell from her voice that she was smiling, even if she did sound tired — How are you?

— Hi, grandma, good evening. I'm fine, and you?

— I'm fine too, just a little sleepy.

Guilt surged through Charlie's chest.

— Sorry I called so late, I forgot about the time difference…

— It's okay, my love, I've been waiting for you to call. You know I don't sleep without talking to you first.

She smiled. Her grandmother had been the woman she had always considered as her mother. It was Amanda who smiled along with her in happy moments and dried her tears at the difficult ones. It was Amanda who had taught Charlie to love math, and who encouraged her to apply for the work experience at McLaren while she was in university, even though Charlie thought the chances of her getting the placement seemed slim.

— Your grandfather watched the race today — the grandmother continued — He said that driver of yours did well, despite starting down the grid.

Something in Amanda's words made her lips purse.

— Yeah, he did well today — Charlie just said.

She couldn’t think of anything to fill the silence for a few seconds.

— Honey, did something happen? — her grandmother asked.

— No, grandma, nothing happened — she hastened to say.

— Are you sure?

— Yeah, I'm just tired — she said, trying to sound convincing.

— Charlotte Elaine, I've known you long enough to know when you're lying, and right now, I'm sure you're lying to me. Is something going on?

Charlie let out a long, frustrated sigh. She didn't like discussing personal matters over the phone in the best of cases, and this was not the best of cases. However, her grandmother would never let her hang up the phone without saying what was bothering her.

— Darling, please — Amanda insisted, again.

— It's just — she hesitated for a few seconds — I kissed a guy.

— Oh, really? — the grandmother said. She sounded interested — And was it good?

Charlie felt her heart jump in her chest. She didn't know which word to choose to describe what had happened in that room. It hadn't been a simple make-out session that could happen in any corner of the paddock or in any Miami nightclub, but something different. There was emotion there. There was feeling. And she didn't know how to deal with it.

— It was normal, I guess.

Amanda laughed on the other end of the line.

— Clearly it wasn't normal, considering you’re acting very strangely

— I'm not acting strangely, grandma...

— Speaking hesitantly, carefully — her grandmother continued — Is the boy there with you now? Tell him to take good care of you, huh?

— Grandma — Charlie exclaimed, feeling her cheeks heat up — He's not here with me, in fact, I don't even know where he is right now...

— How do you not know where he is? You didn't go to a party on a work weekend, did you? You know these trips are for work, right, Charlie?

She pressed her hand into her face. 

— No, grandma, I didn't go to a party. He only left after the race in his jet, no big deal.

— Jet? He’s rich, then?

Charlie sighed. There was no way out of it.

— Grandma, I kissed Fernando.

— Fernando, which Fernando?

— Alonso.

— The driver?

— Yes.

— Wait, your driver?

— Yes.

Silence reigned on the line for a few seconds.

— And how did that happen? — Amanda asked.

"If only I knew", she thought, sitting up in bed.

— We were in his room in the motorhome, we started talking, and it happened kind of unexpectedly.

Charlie heard her grandmother giggle.

— Well, is he handsome, at least?

— You've seen him on television.

— You know these drivers all look the same to me, the only one that stands out is Lewis, for obvious reasons.

— Okay, grandma — Charlie replied — He's good-looking.

— How good-looking?

— Like, a little taller than me, has a beard and dark hair — she described, trying to ignore the shiver that crept across her skin — His eyes are light brown, with a smudge of green near the pupil. They are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen...

— Got it — Amanda said — And is he a good kisser?

— Grandma! — she exclaimed.

— I just want to know, Charlie! But something tells me he is...

— Please, grandma...

— Come on, tell me. Was it good?

She pressed her lips together, resting her head on her free hand.

— Yes, grandma, he's good. Very good.

— Wow, so it’s serious!

— It wasn't, grandma. It was just a casual thing, nothing major...

— Considering you’re calling me this late, I don’t think it was that casual — Amanda replied, the smile coming to her voice again. She was definitely more excited about it than Charlie.

— Even if I thought it wasn't casual, he probably thinks it was, so it's no use getting your hopes up.

— Are you telling this to me, or to yourself?

— I’m telling you, grandma — she replied, trying to hide her annoyance — By the way, shouldn't you be sleeping?

— Perhaps, but it's much more interesting to hear you recount your adventures around the world. By the way, are you coming home this week? Ron misses you already.

Charlie smiled at the mention of the cat. He always stayed with her grandparents when she was traveling, especially during double and triple headers, when it became impossible to get back to England between races. Fortunately, Ron liked Jamie and Amanda enough to feel comfortable in their home.

— I will, grandma. I leave tomorrow in the middle of the day, but I won’t get back until Tuesday afternoon, if I don't have any delays.

— Is it that long of a flight? 

— No, it’s not too long, but I have to get two connections. One in Montreal and another in Frankfurt. Then an hour's drive from Birmingham and I'll finally be home.

— Do you want to have dinner with us, since you're going to have to stop by the house to pick up Ron?

Charlie smiled.

— Ah, that would be excellent, grandma. I miss your food.

— I thought you liked American food — Amanda said, laughing.

— It is, but nothing compares to yours — she replied, making her grandmother laugh. That was one of the best sounds in the world for Charlie.

— I can make that pot pie you like, the one with the beef, with extra potatoes. 

The memory of the smell of pies baking in Amanda’s kitchen made Charlie smile fondly. 

— I'd love to, grandma — she replied.

— And in return, you can tell me more about this Fernando Alonso, what do you think?

— Are you blackmailing me?

— Just trying to stay informed regarding the state of your relationships, my dear.

She laughed in disbelief. 

— It’s not a relationship, grandma, and it never will be. 

[delta-pavonis]

White Horse Mafia fic:

show me who I am Chapter 2

by @dancinbutterfly & @delta-pavonis

gun rendering by Samantha Baqvel, banner by@delta-pavonis

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || 11k words || complete

Sequel to Name Me, Tame Me. Prequel to Early and Late.

Please read the content warnings (which will update with each chapter): Alternate universe - Mafia, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting. Mafia AU, White Horse Mafia, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha!Hob, mob boss Hob Gadling, Omega!Dream, gun moll Dream, Blood and Violence, did we mention this is a mafia fic?, Guns, Discussion of Sexual Slavery, Sexual Slavery, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Mating, Mating Bites, Feral Behavior, Vaginal Sex, Adrenaline Crash, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), description of injuries incurred during sexual slavery, Trauma Response, Restraints, Touching, Calming Touch

He runs his fingers along the sharp cut of Dream's jaw to his chin, enchanted and haunted by the splendor that is his mouth, and wonders how the fuck he got out. It must have been something. They'll have to get the video. Dream deserves to decide what to do with the footage. Dream deserves to decide what to do with everything for the rest of his life and Hob is going to ensure that he gets the opportunity to make those choices. That's what being his mate is going to mean.

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[jessicajems]

What We Know About the Toronto Plane Crash

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[brandongamesall]

If Kenny Survived Theory

I know it's been a while, but I wrote a script on a small theory I wanted to create, but never did because it was kind of far fetched, but the most ideal situation if Kenny survived the car crash. You can either give me your thoughts or literally take the idea and make it yourself XD I don't think I'll make a video out of it... HAVE FUN!

What if Kenny Survived the car accident? -Suggestion by Sukuratchi

Talk about how you get this story

When playing The Walking Dead New Frontier, you get a flashback

If you chose to leave with Jane, you get a flashback of Jane killing Herself If you go alone, then you get attacked by walker Break your finger And now you’re left with no ring finger If you leave with Kenny, you get a flashback of driving with him in a peaceful atmosphere, as if everything is going to be good -Explain what happens

Clementine out of nowhere loses control

Kenny tried to help clem regain control

Kenny flies out for not wearing a seatbelt

Clem finds kenny in road

Kenny’s legs are broken, and tells Clem to not look back -Talk about how no matter which ending you get, you’ll always end up alone and the only thing that changes is losing a finger or not. -Explain how this is a horrible decision and how you feel -What if we save Kenny from that walker hoard -Big tough someabitch -his christian faith makes him try to survive -DOESN’T HAVE A GUN! -Could use a knife (which is basically almost impossible being handicapped) -A group comes and finds him. -This could be Prescott, New Frontier, Richmond, Wellington, Ericson Boarding School, The Delta (Possibly in war with Richmond or New Frontier).

The least likely group to have found him was Prescott -Seem like a well-suited community that’s protect -Means Kenny would be fully alive and Clem reunite with Kenny -Second least likely would be Ericson Boarding School -Convo about Kenny would have came up about. -They mention their teachers and people they’ve met. -Third least likely would be The Delta -Lilly would have mentioned Kenny being smashed in the head -Like her dad -Last one unlikely would be New Frontier/Richmond -Kenny would have been brought up -Clementine has been a part of it since Richmond was taken Over -Matters because they New Frontier took over Richmond after winning Peacefully, which means Kenny would have most likely Been on of the survivors -This leaves Wellington to be the option -It is stated they waited for Wellington to take them in for 2 years. -Could have sent out people scavenging for supplies

-Found Kenny and helped him out

-Took Kenny back knowing his condition

-Kenny enters in Wellington and resides there, pissed off

-Didn’t accept Clementine and AJ's help because he's too embarrassed for them to see him in this shape.

-Will forever shelter himself from the community until forced to do Work.

Maybe opens up to community, but will belittle community leaders

-Grows to like it there, still missing his family, clem and AJ (sheltering himself from them, even if they are not too far from him in the base).

-War still happens

-With war, it seems there is no mercy.

-Two Options -Surrenders and let the people shoot him or fight for the community

-If surrenders, he is shot down and his memories start flowing about Duck, Katjaa, Serita, Clem, and AJ. His last words might be “Take good care of him for me Clem”, then smiles as he’s going to see his family.

-If Kenny fights, he will grab a hidden gun and start shooting. -He will get a couple of soldiers -He sees an opening to wheel away before noticing more soldiers. -At some point, he trips in his wheelchair before reaching the entry Way -He is now being shot towards

-Two more options can happen here, -Either take yourself out -Or try to pick yourself back up

-If Kenny chooses to take himself out -Memories of everyone comes flooding in and he cries a tear still Saying “Take good care of him for me Clem,” before ending it there. -If Kenny tries to get back up onto the wheelchair -He gets shot in arm, and he starts wheeling with one arm.

-He makes it near the entrance, but his wheelchair wheel breaks. -Final moment, realizing it’s over. -He looks up, seeing the soldier come up to him, smiles, tears up, and says

“I’m coming home” -Closes his eyes, and the music fades after a gunshot was heard.

[darkmaga-returns]

Deadliest Year For Aviation Since 2018. Russia will abandon missile moratorium. Alawite tensions rise in Syria. Iran may face upheaval like Syria. U.S. Treasury Department Allegedly Hacked

Lioness of Judah Ministry

Recent Rash Of Crashes Turns 2024 Into Deadliest Year For Aviation Since 2018

"There have been 4 different plane crashes worldwide in the last week..."

The commercial aviation industry faced a turbulent week with four plane crashes, making this one of the deadliest years since 2018. The most shocking mid-air aviation disaster occurred on Sunday when a Jeju Air 737-800 jet crashed at Muan International Airport in South Korea. December 25: Azerbaijan Airlines Crash December 28: KLM Airlines Plane Skids Off Runway In Norway December 28: PAL Airlines Dash 8-400 Catches Fire in Canada December 29: 179 Dead In South Korea's Worst-Ever Aviation Disaster

Commercial airline plane nearly crashes into sports team jet

A Delta Air Lines plane almost crashed into a charter jet carrying a men’s basketball team in a close call on a runway.

An Embraer E135 jet with the Gonzaga University Men’s Basketball team board touched down at Los Angeles International Airport and was taxiing to a gate when it appeared to continue toward a runway. ‘Stop, stop, stop!’ an air traffic controller could be heard shouting at the charter plane in video footage of the incident shared online. The Embraer came to a halt as Delta Flight 471 lifted off from the runway and over the smaller aircraft.

Airliner or Flying Health Hazard? Unsavory Facts About Boeing's 737-800

Aircraft giant Boeing made headlines last week when three incidents involving its 737-800 planes, one of the Boeing 737 Next Generation (737NG) variants, occurred in 24 hours in various corners of the globe.

While the terrible Jeju Air 737-800 crash in South Korea killed 179, a few hours earlier another KLM 737-800 skidded off a runway in Norway after suffering a hydraulic failure, while an Air Canada 737-800 suffered an apparent landing gear failure upon arrival in Halifax. Though much of Boeing’s infamy stems from the disasters involving its 737 MAX airliners, the 737-800 has a dark history of its own, with this type of planes suffering over 20 incidents since the early 2000s and causing over 1,000 deaths.

Russia will abandon its unilateral missile moratorium, Lavrov says

MOSCOW, Dec 29 (Reuters) - Russia will scrap a moratorium on the deployment of intermediate and shorter range nuclear-capable missiles because the United States has deployed such weapons in various regions around the world, Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov said on Sunday.

Russia's move, long signalled, will kill off all that remains from one of the most significant arms control treaties of the Cold War, amid fears that the world's two biggest nuclear powers could be entering a new arms race together with China. Russia and the United States, who both admit their relations are worse than at any time since the depths of the Cold War, have both expressed regret about the disintegration of the tangle of arms control treaties which sought to slow the arms race and reduce the risk of nuclear war.

Russian government flight to US sparks mystery and speculation

On December 26th, one of the Special Flight Squadron "Russia" aircraft flew to New York and Washington, D.C., and remained in the United States for two days.

It is unknown who was on board the Ilyushin Il-96-300, which is used by Russia's highest officials, including heads of special services. When asked about this matter, Maria Zakharova, spokesperson for the Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, stated, " Another diplomatic rotation." The independent Russian channel BAZA on Telegram was the first to report on the mysterious flight of the Russian government plane, questioning who traveled to the USA and for what purpose. According to FlightRadar data, on December 25th, one of the Special Flight Squadron "Rossiya" planes took off from Moscow and flew to St. Petersburg. On December 26th, it flew from St. Petersburg to New York and, after a short break, proceeded to Washington, D.C.

[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.