#flysenhower

[flying-machine07]

[myceliumbean]

Read some fics and starting to wonder how does Dwight D. Flysenhower talked to the crews on board

Self-driving aircraft carrier is quite an entertaining idea, for all the things Flysenhower needs or don't need to do

And the aircraft carrier has a freaking big MOUTH

Can't stop imagining Flysenhower talking to others when he's not driving, cuz he'll definitely drink a lot of sea water if he talks with his mouth during his drive

So I'm making this up: Dwight D. Flysenhower almost talk to every Jolly Wrenches through radio, but he actually can HUM and make his wall vibrates and TALK to those who need extra checking (maybe someone on-board that are injured or just double checking with the crews during any action) in this weird way.

Only few had ever heard the voice of Flysenhower.

Skipper could be one of them, but I'm not really sure whether this Dwight D. Flysenhower serving the USN in 2013 is the same boat Skipper work with during WWII

Maybe in the Cars Universe, they somehow put big craft like an aircraft carrier's personality into some new frames and… well, this might be a bit dark sided.

First time seeing Bravo and Echo, both are quite good fighter jets, I thought of an idea that they were born to serve their country.

That these military frames told you your destiny.

Can never imagine that. I mean, yeah, born to be a F-18 somehow means you could fly with high speed and do all kinds of jet-ish stuff while you learn them one by one.

But above all these, if they really are born to be soilders, they probably know that the only ending for them is either died in a battle or stay in a boneyard.

Which makes the fact that "Dusty wins the Wings Around the Globe Rally" means so much more than just Dusty himself making his dream come true.

This means the possibility, for some that might never do anything else than serving (airliners, military crafts, engineering vehicles, public transportation, etc.), to explore themselves more.

Maybe this is why Bravo and Echo seem too friendly once they get to learn more about Dusty.

[penname-artist]

A Planes Discussion: "CV-10"

Did anybody else see this in the background of this scene? I've only just realized this while casually rewatching the film with friends for the anniversary last night. This is a really shitty image quality but there's a thing painted on Skipper's hangar.

Me: "wait wait wait look! Look it- it's the- the- the boat dude! That's the thing on the boat dude!!!"

It says "CV-10"

(here's another, clearer photo of the number on the right of the CV, because I didn't believe it actually said 10 but it absolutely does.)

As pointed out by @ask-shu-todoroki this actually is NOT a reference to the Flysenhower like I originally thought. Flysenhower is CVN-81.

This is CV-10.

So yes, the next question was of course: "Who the FUCK is CV-10 then???"

And this is what CV-10, as wikipedia states, actually is:

This is the USS Yorktown, which was only in service for five years (1943-1947) during WWII. She was since striken and is now a museum site at Patriots Point in Mount Pleasant, SC.

I have no clue why this ship's a part of Skipper's hangar decor, but aside from it being either an animator's mistake or a nod to the ship itself from them, it could either be there because

A) Skipper is just a history buff and likes/appreciates this other ship, or has had some history and experience with it, or

B) Someone lived in his hangar before him that had something to do with CV-10 (given the ship would be significantly older than both real-world Eisenhower and WoC Flysenhower)

So YEAH that's pretty interesting

[alonathetransportfan]

Looks like I need to remember more forgotten fandoms. So this time it's Disney Planes.

I love ships as much as trains and planes, so... Yeah, a background character that doesn't say a word might be my favorite, especially if it's an aircraft carrier.

So here I have a human ver of Admiral Dwight D. Flysenhower. Enjoy

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

tommy what the fuck happened 💀

bro is fighting some demons back there

bro found flysenbowser 💀

bro discovered a new brand of crack 💀

bro is genuinely tweakin

what in the bum diddly fuck inspired that facial expression 😭

MÖTLEY CRÜE photodump‼️

[samcat71470558]

carstober day 21: crash. Long awaited, the Delta crash!

sorry I really wanted to make it a full piece but I really just didn't have the energy

[@carstober]

[unionrags123]

Row 1: Chick Hicks, Lightning McQueen, Guido

Row 2: *Roybal, Rotor Turbosky, Doc Hudson

*Roybal is from Planes

[boeingboingboing]

Watching TGM and like imagine

Flysenhower was a jet, and was to train Bravo and Echo. I mean IMAGINE

We all see him as that strict admiral but has another side to him, and same characteristics but he's just a trainer jet rn like Maverick was.

Now I might go draw flysenhower as a jet. Any ideas on unique features on him?

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

but I can watch em :D

i like ships

these ships

Idt you can get them

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

guys what if the '86 fly boys (planeified or humanized) gangbanged the jolly wrenches (planeified or humanized)

[flying-machine07]

a normal day with the jws

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

Disney planes fandom taking this literally:

Ships with height differences. Reblog if you agree

[penname-artist]

Flysenhower x Kittyhawk should be called Fkysenhawk if it isn't already

Oh for sure. Either Flysenhawk, Kittyhower, or CatBird lol

[fclm-huntertruman]

This is my Blade wolf version! ❤️

Currently, it is being modified and redrawn in my new drawing style! ✨

The white wolf present here is Emily! ❤️

This is the real appearance of Emily Ranger, something that does not mention in its history, since, that story is an adaptation to living machines, but in itself, its story is another!

✨ Scenes from the original story ✨

Emily was born in a litter of 6 puppies, her father was a Husky and her mother a wolf. Both parents died because of individuals who hated them

She was born with powers inherited from her grandmother and mother. Some of these powers allow her to change shape into any animal, living machine and even take human form. Her cousins also have these powers, that includes Nick

She is the queen of the Magic Kingdom

Apart from meeting Blade during her childhood, she also met Bravo, Echo, Flysenhower and Euro (OC)

They, unlike her, did not inherit powers, however, by living in the Magic Kingdom, they were given powers to protect the kingdom

Blade, being the king of the Magic Kingdom, has the same powers as Emily

These powers are used only when necessary!

✨ Siblings ✨

Emilio (brother)

Emiliana (sister)

Neisi (sister)

Kina (sister)

Emilia (sister)

Emily is the oldest of her siblings!

✨ Cousins ✨

Nick Lopez

Richard Lopez

Charlie Lopez

And many more!

She has a ton of nephews, her sisters' children!

Bianca, Ember, Ema, and Ryder are actually wolves, unlike her siblings who were born helicopters. They were born together!

Emelinda was also born a wolf

All of Blade and Emily's children have powers ✨

This story goes along with the other story, even if it doesn't seem like it! 😁❤️

[samcat71470558]

Sick day

A short story about Dwight getting sick, based on this post by @the-great-old-grump (sorry if u didn't wanna be tagged) :3 (there's also my headcanons and those are here :33)

1275 words under the cut, enjoy <3

Echo snapped awake, flaps wiggling nervously. He didn't know what shook him out of his sleep, but he feels his pistons pumping harder than normal. Everything seems quiet, the sounds of Dwight's breath and engine rumbling through Echo's little hangar/quarters. He sighs softly, listening to the steady beat of Dwight's pistons. It's a sound he grew quite fond of over the few weeks he was stuck in his room, after... what happened... He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing down the mental image of Delta's drowning face. C'mon, Echo... Focus... count his pistons... One... two... three...

As Echo started counting the beats of Dwight's engines, he slowly calmed down from the panic threatening to overtake him. And that's when he noticed it. Dwight's breaths getting lower, harsher. His pistons pump a little harder than normal. Maybe there's rough sea? He'd have to ask tomorrow...

⫷▣⫸

The next morning, Dwight woke up with a loud yawn and a splash of water flooding over the deck. He always did that to help him wake up, but he hadn't expected his crew to scream and run. "Dwight! What on Earth are you doing?!"

His captain, a forklift called August, snapped him out of his confusion.

"You shoulda' been awake for an hour! There's no place for lazy asses in the Navy, damnit, and you know that! Now, get on with it! We've gotta get two in the air stat!"

Dwight couldn't answer, instead sighing with a "aye, cap'n." before activating his catapults so the deck crew can start loading them up. His head feels weird, the sun stinging his eyes painfully. Despite that, he keeps a stoic expression plastered on his features, and moves on with the day.

⫷▣⫸

By the time his crew's asleep, Dwight's head feels like it's filled with angry choppers. A throbbing pain that doesn't go away, whatever he does. He can't sleep either, because his hull feels cold. Or hot? He doesn't know, it fluctuates between them constantly. He sighs softly, engine rumbling a little faster than normal despite going the same speed as usual.

"...'S nothin'..."

He mutters softly, before closing his eyes to rest a little.

⫷▣⫸

He wakes up in a cold sweat, his entire body aching. What the hell is ging on... He shudders, squeezing his eyes shut for a second after making sure no one's on the deck yet. It hurts...

He stays awake until the crew comes out, doing his tasks a little slower than normal. Talking hurts, his voice a little hoarser than normal, but hey, who cares. He probably swallowed a bit too much sea water in his sleep again. Up until he has to call the ball for the jets, he's doing fine. Sure, he coughed a few times, but it's probably just a little wave going into his mouth again.

It's only when a few crewmembers enter the tower that they realise something's wrong. It's hot in there, like his heating's completely through the roof. And his instruments and readings show problems with his engines and tanks, and basically every single part of him. Dwight swallows softly, but doesn't admit anything when they ask him about it. After all, he doesn't feel that bad, right?

...Right..?

Wrong.

That night, when his crew is all asleep, Dwight wakes up with a painful jab in his head. It feels like he's getting shot all over, his eyes bleary and unfocussed as he tries to see what's attacking him. He can't see anything...

"Alarm! E-everyone to their posts, w-we're under attack!"

His voice cracks weirdly, and he lets out a choked noise. There's a ring in his ears, drowning out the sounds of potential gunshots. Why isn't anyone here to protect him? He's blinded, for Pete's sake!

"...M-mayday..!"

He coughs, gritting his teeth. he looks around, activating his canons and shooting a few rounds into the air. He hits nothing, obviously, and the pain only gets worse.

"August!"

⫷▣⫸

Everyone's worried. Stoic, no-nonsense Dwight is shivering with a thick grimace plastered over his features, eyes squeezed shut. Some brave volunteers went down on ropes to stuff a few painkillers into his mouth, but they don't seem to help. Dwight's miserable, teeth clattering as a little club of forklifts checks his engines on damage. They find nothing, and neither do the ones inspecting his electrical systems.

They all woke up from Dwight's pleas for help, rushing out at the sound of his canons going off. He didn't sound scared, more... desperate for help. He'd been shaky, certain something was shooting at his hull. There were no dents, no scratches, nothing, but he insisted he was hit. That was the first red flag. The night that followed was the second.

The highest ranking officers had taken turns to keep Dwight company, feeling him tremble with fever under their wheels as they talked to him. The entire fleet swarmed around him, the smaller boats pressed against his hull to keep him warm. He was delirious, not crying but he sounded pretty close to it. When the sun came up he whimpered. He whimpered from the pain as the light hit his sensitive eyes, and his crew got more worried. That's the moment August realised his ship was sick.

Now, Bravo and Echo are getting ready to use the catapult, the loud blasts of their engines drawing a shuddering breath from Dwight's mouth. The pain in his head is getting worse, the high tone in the jets' engines striking him right where it's worst. His tanks churn, and he shudders.

Bravo's shot off, flying off the deck with a loud "WOOHOO!". Dwight squeezes his eyes shut, tanks lurching. Is that nausea? Is he gonna throw up? Can he even throw up? What'll ha-

"...H-hh... hu-uhg... ughu-URK-"

A wave of oil splashes into the waves, and Dwight's eyes snap open. His breathing's raspy, engines hammering in his ears. A second wave comes out, leaving him panting. Echo immediately gets off the catapult, shutting off his engines and rolling back.

"...That's... not good."

Bravo lands again, skidding to a stop next to Echo. Deck crew come rushing out, a few choppers quickly swooping down to stop the oil from spreading too much. The noise is enough to draw a laboured whimper from Dwight's trembling lips, warning lights flickering in his cabin right before he passes out from exhaustion and pain.

⫷▣⫸

Dwight opens his eyes with a soft groan, the pain finally subsiding a little. He shudders a little, then focusses on the soft pats against the side of his head. It's August, smiling softly.

"...There you are... You know the Jolly Wrenches motto, right, Dwight?"

Dwight lets out a soft noise, throat still raw.

"...Yeah... V-volo pro- p-pro veritas, I f-fly for truth..."

August nods, stopping his soft pats. It's quiet for a bit, the only sounds the jets quietly chatting with each other on Dwight's deck. Finally the forklift speaks again.

"...You shouldn't lie about illness, Dwight. We're both grown men here, you should know hiding injuries is a major violation in the Navy."

Dwight's eyelids droop, glancing away.

"...Yes, sir... I know, sir..."

August sighs, and starts patting again.

"...Stupid idiot..."

The last part didn't reach the carrier's ears, as he'd already fallen asleep again.

⫷▣⫸

This time when he woke up, he felt better. His body didn't ache, his engines ran normally, and his head didn't throb when he opened his eyes fully while in the sun.

"Hm-hmm... Much better."

He threw a wave water over his deck, and started activating his systems. The jets smiled up at him as they got up to the deck, the other crew cheering softly.

And Dwight? He held a small, stoic smile, ready to start working another day.

[valkresdarkside]

Guess which dumbass just spent their monthly payment for a flysenhower toy