#md helicopters

[nocternalrandomness]

MD 530F in patriotic paint

[2inx4inx8inbrick]

N8371F Taking off from Springfield Beckley Airport

taken 10/2/24

[jobkash]

Sr Cost Accountant

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[planeyboys]

Been on a MD-500 kick today, one of my favourite guy

[ittetsuspecs]

“ You don't know how to fall, ”

UHM?? EXCUSE ME?? HOW TO FALL? IS THIS A NEW TUTORIAL? LIKE WTF IS THAT QUESTION??

“ Then stop getting them, ”

Excuse what the fuck? Oh today I'll be getting boo-boos COZ I FUCKING DECIDED TO GET IT?? ITS A FUCKING ACCIDENT

I was just at the beginning and I'm RAGING

[kleexfly]

McDonnell Douglas MD-530FF. For sale.

[bangjiazheng]

Mega Drive Longplay [167] Desert Strike: Return to the Gulf

[justabunchofdragons]

this show is a fever dream

[rcmclachlan]

RC, PLEASE share more BuckTommy headcanons with us, everything you’ve said about them so far has been glorious.

Headcanon 1:

After Buck calls Tommy about touring Harbor and they agree on a date and time, he starts researching. Every free second he has between calls is spent watching videos that walk through what all the switches and gauges on a helicopter control panel do. On his days off, he reads pages and pages of posts on r/flying. There are no less than eight biographies about pilots on his kitchen counter dressed in the colorful fringe of all his page markers at any given moment. He devours Chickenhawk in one evening, then falls down a Wikipedia rabbit hole that starts with the article on the Bell UH-1 Iroquois and spits him out when he finishes reading about a municipality in Baku, Azerbaijan called Bibiheybət just as the sun starts peeking through the windows.

The night before he's supposed to meet Tommy, he takes a practice PPL exam for shits and giggles. He doesn't pass, of course, but he scores better than he expected to, and he can't wait to tell Tommy. He can't wait to wow him with everything he's learned.

Of course, it's all for nothing, because Eddie swoops in and steals Tommy right out from under him before Buck can even ask Tommy about his thoughts on the FAA Reauthorization Act of 2024.

Once they make their relationship official, Tommy does make good on his promise to take Buck up, and it's so fun to watch Tommy navigate the skies like the helicopter is an extension of his body, like he's barely wowed anymore by the fact he can fly, and he even lets Buck handle the cyclic for a couple of minutes.

They're hovering almost 6,000 feet above city limits, watching the sun set in a sweet comfortable silence, when Buck's almost had his fill of looking at the clean lines of Tommy's profile, he says, "Someday, when I get certified, I'm going to do a Screwdriver Down in a MD-500."

Once Tommy has wrestled the bird out of its sudden 400-foot free fall and back into an even hover, he grips the cyclic until his knuckles bleed white and says, teeth clenched, "Evan, unless you want tomorrow's top headline to be 'Two LAFD Firefighters Die In Massive West Hollywood Helicopter Crash,' I'm begging you to keep the dirty talk to yourself until we're back on the ground."

Headcanon 2:

Tommy has seen a UFO. He's actually seen, like, four. The third time, he'd been flying over the San Gabriel Mountains when something popped up on his radar out of literally nowhere and clipped his tail rotor, sending both him and the craft crashing into the woods. 

He doesn't remember anything that happened after that. He woke up in a windowless hospital room where someone in full military dress blues shook his hand and congratulated him on becoming the first ambassador to outer space. Then he made Tommy sign approximately eight million SF-312s and consent to be called upon "if the time should ever come." 

This is why he can't watch sci-fi movies with a straight face.

Headcanon 3:

Back in 1996, Tommy's buddies Jamal Kluger and Mitch Henney finally convinced him to go to one of the weekly school dances, mostly because Jamal was determined to slow dance with Amanda O'Shaughnessy and he needed moral support. Tommy didn't hate dances per se. Were there a hundred other things he'd rather be doing? Yes. He had a backlog of Car and Driver that really needed seeing to, but Jamal was practically his brother and Tommy would do a lot worse than dispassionately swaying with a few of his classmates to Mariah Carey in the name of best-friendship.

He'd been in the middle of trying to get Jamal's attention—not that he was ever going to notice, because he was finally dancing with Amanda and everyone else in the gym had probably ceased to exist—with his hands hovering a respectful quarter inch off Laura Lee Moore's hips, who said she'd specifically requested Dreaming of You, when the slow turning they'd been doing put him at the perfect vantage point to see Brett Bennett, pitcher for the East Woodbridge Falcons, dancing with Vanessa Wilson.

Brett was wearing a really nice button-up shirt and Tommy's gaze kept snagging on the way his arms filled out the sleeves, and he couldn't help but wonder if Vanessa could feel the calluses on Brett's hands through her miniskirt. They were probably rough and kept snagging the fabric. Vanessa could probably feel the pull of them, like velcro trying to pry apart. He watched Brett lean down to say something to her and couldn't help but think Brett wouldn't have to strain his neck so much to talk if he were dancing with Tommy. They were almost of a height; Tommy would barely have to tilt his head down. Selena crooned I just want to hold you close, but so far, all I have are dreams of you, and Tommy's heart pounded so loud he was almost certain Laura Lee could hear it over the music. When the song ended, he awkwardly backed away from her and thanked her for the dance, his gaze on Brett and Vanessa, who were still pressed close even though the Quad City DJs were enthusiastically telling people to ride a train. According to his cousin Denise, who was a grade below him and also in attendance that night, Laura Lee spent the rest of the night crying in the bathroom because Tommy couldn't take his eyes off Vanessa.

Almost thirty years later, he and Evan are hanging on the couch, half-watching an episode of Taskmaster and reminiscing about their first crushes—"Really, Evan, your teacher?"—and when Tommy tells him about wishing he'd danced to Dreaming of You with Brett Bennett, Buck presses a sweet kiss to Tommy's arm and says, "Stop making me want to time travel so I can fight an eleven-year old."

Tommy laughs and says, "It was more wanting to slow dance with a cute boy in front of everyone than Brett himself. You have nothing to be jealous about. When we were in the eighth grade, he crushed up a bunch of Altoids and snorted them through a hollowed-out pen during social studies. I've never heard anyone scream like that in my entire life. They had an ambulance come for him and he never came back to school after that."

"Sounds like a real winner," Evan teases, tongue between his teeth. "You really know how to pick 'em."

"Yeah, it's a gift," Tommy deadpans, and then wrestles Evan, who's cackling like a hyena, into the couch cushions. 

Months later, Howie and Maddie throw a big party—which Howie's been calling Reception Redux in the OG 118 group chat—in Tommy's backyard, and he's in the middle of an unspoken chicken wing eating contest with Eddie—who's winning, and Tommy has no idea how he's putting them away so fast—when the music changes from some pop song he doesn't know to a familiar tinkle of piano chords. Howie strong-arms the mic away from the DJ and announces with a big grin that the song was requested by someone who wanted to "quote-unquote: dance with a cute boy in front of everyone."

Tommy almost chokes on the wing in his mouth, and he barely wipes the barbeque sauce off his fingers in time before Evan comes over, takes his hand, and pulls him onto the little dance floor they'd put down that morning in the flattest part of the yard. 

His heart pounds as Evan drapes his arms over Tommy's shoulders like it's the easiest thing in the world, pressing close until it feels like their bodies are merging everywhere they touch, and then starts to sway. Tommy slowly lets his hands settle on Evan's hips, firm and sure. He doesn't even consider doing the hover thing. 

As Selena sings about wishing on stars, Tommy closes his eyes and tucks his temple against Evan's, and for a moment they're in the East Westbridge Junior High School gym, which smells like sweat and cherry Lip Smackers and body odor, and across the room Jamal and Mitch both give him an enthusiastic thumbs up—and Mitch then does something obscene with his hands that has Jamal smacking him upside the head—because Tommy's dancing with the boy of his dreams in front of everyone while his stack of Car and Driver magazines sit unread and curling from the humidity. 

"If Brett Whatshisname shows up, I won't be responsible for my actions," Evan says warmly, voice soft against the curve of his ear. "Literally. I already cleared it with Athena."

I'll be dreaming with you tonight endlessly, the song promises, and Tommy opens his eyes in the present. He takes a deep breath, borrows the energy of Selena's vow, and pulls back just far enough to whisper against the corner of Evan's mouth, "Marry me."

[nocternalrandomness]

A patriotic MD-900 at Falcon Field, Mesa, Az

[kirkwall-idiot]

I started rewatching House MD with some friends and I remembered something that immediately I tought it was just a weird dream but now that I have checked I can confirm that it is indeed real so I have to share it with the world.

I present to everyone the official 2009 Italian Mickey Mouse House MD parody:

With Mickey as House, Goofy as Foreman, Horace as Chase, Clarebelle as Cameron and Minnie as Cuddy. Sadly there is no Wilson in this version because I guess that the writer shipped House and Cuddy.

The only things I actually remember about this story was that someone was trying to buy the hospital and Dr. Mouse saves it and then the whole team plus Cuddy ended up crashing in a helicopter and found themself on the island from Lost.

Now for some little extra things from the story:

Here we have Dr. Mouse making his entrance in the hospital as he does everyday

And here he is talking to a patient

(Translation: Mouse "Good sir, would you be so kind as to tell us were you live, so that we can ransack your house for your own good" Patient, screaming in anger, "I DON'T THINK SO").

Hope everyone liked this look into the beautiful world of italian disney comics (I swear we have some good ones and I might post about them one day if I find the copies of Topolino were they are or if I ever re-read through PK)

[thephotoregistry]

Navy Helicopter or Pattern Made by Helicopter Wing Lights, Anacostia, MD, 1949

Andreas Feininger

[67-romeo]

History of the Hughes OH-6 Cayuse Helicopter

The Hughes OH-6 Cayuse, also known as the "Loach," is a single-engine light helicopter that was developed by Hughes Helicopters. Here is a summary of its history after production and launch:

- The OH-6 Cayuse was developed to meet the United States Army's Technical Specification 153, which was issued in 1960 to replace its Bell H-13 Sioux fleet.

- Hughes competed against two other finalists, Fairchild-Hiller and Bell, for a production contract. In May 1965, the U.S. Army awarded a production contract to Hughes for the OH-6 Cayuse.

- The initial order was for 714 rotorcraft, but it was subsequently increased to 1,300 with an option for another 114.

- The OH-6 Cayuse entered service with the U.S. Army in 1966.

- The OH-6 Cayuse was used for various missions, including personnel transport, escort and attack operations, and observation.

- The OH-6 Cayuse set 23 world records in the 1960s, including speed, endurance, and time to climb records.

- In 1968, Hughes faced competition from Bell's OH-58 Kiowa, which led to the production of the original OH-6 Cayuse halting in 1970.

- The OH-6 Cayuse's design caught the attention of McDonnell Douglas in the 1980s, leading to further developments and adaptations, such as the MH-6 Little Bird, which showcased versatility with options for different weapons.

- The civilian version of the Cayuse, known as the MD 500, is still produced by MD Helicopters.

- The OH-6 Cayuse continued to serve with the U.S. Army's Special Forces and found popularity with civilian pilots and law enforcement agencies.

- The OH-6 Cayuse's contributions to military reconnaissance and its versatility in combat make it a notable subject for military aviation enthusiasts and model collectors.

[valkresdarkside]

Hi yeah abt the prev blog, I made a short one and didn't bother rechecking the grammar lol

I'm insane when it comes to this helo istg

Warning: NSFW!!

Blade woke up with pain spreading across his body. His head felt like it was being split open, and he could do nothing but groaning and hissing.

Blinking his eyes, he tried to process his surroundings—trees, trees, and more trees—oh, and one of his rotor blades, snapped and lying on the ground, meters from his current position. Did he crash? Maybe he did, but he couldn't remember how and when.

Then he tried to process any sounds he could hear through the dizziness. Birds, the wind blowing through the trees, and his control panel...

Shit, he was running out of fuel. Judging by his current condition, maybe he was leaking somewhere? He wasn't sure.

He closed his eyes again, trying to activate his radio. Nothing. There was a few buzzing sounds, but they quickly turned into silence after a few seconds.

Is this how I die? Blade thought. Maybe he could finally see Nick in the afterlife. He'd tell the MD helo about what happened after the incident, how hard he trained to make up for his uselessness back then, about his teams, his trainees...

Nick would probably tease him about his current grumpiness, though.

As he finally made peace with the thought of dying, he heard sounds of rotor blades in a distance.

He quickly activated his all-frequency radio, sending SOS with morse code...

And he could saw the shadow of a helicopter hovering above him.

"Chrysler! What happened to you?" the unfamiliar helo gasped in shock. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here. May I have your name, sir?"

"Blade Ranger," Blade managed to cough out his own name.

"Okay, Blade. I'm Cougar, a Fire Hawk helicopter. I'm have some basic SAR equipments with me, so we'll make a quick emergency patch up for you before I lift you out of here. Sounds good?"

Blade made some "hmm" noises in agreement.

Cougar quickly worked on him, weird mechanical limbs appeared from his compartment. He quickly patched up and welded the leaking parts, sealing them.

"Okay, that'd keep you from leaking until we get to the closest repair station." Cougar huffed, feeling a bit proud of his handiwork. "Now about your fuel level... There's a problem. Your gas tank inlet is too damaged and blocked and I don't have any auxiliary fuel with me. Think you can last for another twenty minutes?"

Sighing, Blade did his best to talk. "The warning sign has been activated around twelve minutes before your arrival, so I don't think I can last for another 10."

"Shit, the closest gas station is at least 15 minutes from here," Cougar cursed before thinking hard.

"Hey, Blade?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you be fine if we do it in a more... unethical way?"

Raising an eyebrow, Blade gave him a questioning look before realization hit him. "Oh."

"It's fine if you don't want to. I'll find a way to get you refueled anyway."

"Do it."

Cougar blinked before asking the other firefighter a questioning look. "Are you sure?"

"I have a team to look out for, and pretty sure they'll throw everything into chaos if I'm not around." Yeah, the Smokejumpers are impossible to be left by themselves. He wasn't going to put the weight of commanding them onto Windlifter. The Skycrane would be too kind to keep them in check.

"If you say so." Cougar coughed awkwardly. "From where should I insert it?"

"Preferably not my throat. It's already hurting enough."

"Okay. The rear, then."

Cougar rolled around to face Blade's rear. The AgustaWestland was already laying on his side, so he could get an easy access to his valve cover.

He started kissing and licking the outer frame. His body was bigger than the AW, so he's going to make sure the interface would go as painless as possible.

And that means he'd need to get the red helo wet in less than ten minutes.

Blade made humming noises as he opened his cover, revealing his valve. Cougar quickly lapped on the slit, running his tongue along the soft metallic outer side before inserting his tongue.

Gasping, Blade closed his eyes to the sensation. It felt weird to be touched by a stranger, but damn, this helo knows his stuff. Cougar could easily find his weak spots with his tongue, hitting them whilst filling his insides with his thick tongue.

The pleasure easily numbed his pain, and he stopped caring about his throat, groaning loud as he felt an orgasm getting closer.

Right when Cougar felt Blade's inner walls tightening, he stopped.

"Blade, I might need to remind you that we're supposed to save your fuel. So I need you hold yourself back from cumming, got it? Or you can tell me if you've hit your limits, and I'll slow down."

"Understood. My apologies." Blade said, gasping for air.

Cougar nodded before continued working on Blade's now-wet valve. For the next two minutes, the air was filled by Blade's growls and groans, along with Cougar's licking and slurping. They stopped once Blade felt another orgasm coming, and Cougar deemed his valve wet enough to take his spike.

Cougar carefully rolled his front landing gear onto Blade, positioning his spike.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Blade unintentionally screamed/growled as he was penetrated from behind, all the numbed pain returning as he felt Cougar's bigger spike in his valve.

Cougar paused at his scream. "Blade, I would've loved to give you time to adjust, but we're racing against time here. I need you to endure it. Can you do that for me?"

Blade hissed before groaning, "Yes, don't worry about me."

Nodding, Cougar started moving his body slowly. Blade gritted his teeth, trying to relax his walls to reduce the pain. Above him, Cougar hummed. The AgustaWestland was surprisingly tight, even with the size differences. Maybe he was a virgin? Nah, not likely. He wouldn't have let a stranger penetrate him otherwise. Him not having sex in extremely long time would be a better explanation. Whatever it was, he's not in any place to question it.

Cougar picked up his pace, combining long, deep penetration with quick-paced thrusts. He needed to get the damaged helo his fuel quickly. This interface wasn't supposed to be something they enjoyed, it's supposed to be quick, even if it means not being enjoyable or painless.

Blade quickly adapted himself to the pain, since he had suffered worse in his firefighting accidents. He's now grunting and hissing in pleasure, feeling the bigger helo's spike spreading his insides, reaching the deepest spots. It took him his all to not cum, even with the overwhelming sensation running throughout his body.

His logic and instincts clashed. One side of him tried to kept himself thinking properly, keeping his body in check, while the other side is at the edge of succumbing to the pleasure of being fucked by such a huge spike after more than thirty years of abandonment, since Nick's death.

Cougar started feeling his orgasm getting closer, and the bad news was, so was Blade's. He could feel the red helo's walls clamping around him, pulsating and started leaking small amount of liquid.

"Blade... Keep your fuel... Inside you... Got it?" Cougar growled between moans as he started pounding into Blade mercilessly, racing against time and Blade's incoming orgasm.

"Easy for you...to say!" Blade snapped before groaning as his insides were torn open, sensitive nodes screaming, leaving him fighting back the urge to stop thinking and just cum all over the invader spike.

After a few minutes, Cougar finally pushed his member deep into Blade, releasing a huge amount of fuel, locking their frames together so none of it would get leaked out. Thankfully, most of the fuel instantly went into Blade's tank with how deep the penetration was.

Blade sighed in relief as the warning lights are gone. "Thank you for your assistance, Cougar," he managed to say while panting and gasping for air.

Cougar carefully climbed his front landing gear off Blade's body, closed the red helo's panels, and helped Blade getting onto his own landing gears.

"Sorry if I was too rough. We didn't exactly have time to lose," he apologized. He shook himself to clear his mind before hovering above Blade, releasing several cables that wrapped themselves around Blade's body.

"I don't think you should be flying while carrying another aircraft minutes after an intercourse, Cougar."

Cougar scoffed at that statement. "If a good orgasm is all it takes to stop me from flying, I wouldn't have joined the firefighters."

Smirking, Blade agreed to his statement.

[light-everything-in-pink]

hmm

how about harley aka helly

ASDIB!Helly/Harley Robinson headcanons! (TW: bullying)

(and also, ASDIBAU refers to the AU as a whole, and ASDIB refers to the in-universe show)

•A rare case of my AU Helly NOT having—to some extent—an ability to see things he shouldn't like the 4th wall. Works for me as it would make the narrative shenanigans of ASDIB even worse and more of a headache if he did (it already was one with Modfall, as the Narrator there is his own character). Also a rare case of a straight Helly, although his general awkwardness over his one-sided flirt schemes (one-sided as in he doesn't take reciprocation well) and gender expression shows.

•I forgot to mention this but Mr. Robinson is in his late-30s at the 'main' events of ASDIBAU, while Harley is in his early teens. That means he lost his parents way too early in his life 🥲 (not the worst Helly backstory tho. The MD one had [REDACTED] his parents).

And said loss happened at the same time Robinson got the Trauma™.

But due to the connected and misfortunate series of events, Harley and Robinson got along like bread and butter, although not as stable without them.

•Local helicopter enthusiasist and loves the feeling of the wind going against his body! He's a natural adventurer and gets himself into trouble (nature or social). However, he is not yet used to patching himself up because he was used with his late parents doing it for little young him.

•His favorite cereal is Fruit Loops while he surprisingly likes a little bit of matcha. The matcha part comes from when his late mother lets him have a taste of "adult ice cream".

•Regular customer of the local toy store, always getting things from it and either tries to tinker with the toys he bought or just play with it as it is. Also the local sunshine boy and the light in Robinson's life (note the fact that Robinson is just Poli + Unsolved Depression, and it will get worse), making modified vehicles that can play songs.

•Doesn't go to school anymore because he is the one bullies always pick on. From his wardrobe choices, hair length, and even just his general personality, Harley ended up feeling despised amongst his peers, and is going thru an oddly optimistic 'emo' phase that goes "no one understands me and if they do meet me near the trees! :)"

In short, he has Trust Issues™, something surprisingly many Hellys lack.

•He doesn't like Narrator at first, especially as the later came off as controlling to his trapped uncle. But whenever he is both resting from collecting things around the attic and at the same time the tapes have its intermissions (which is night for Broomstown as the show takes place at daytime), Harley started to 'talk' (via poor Morse) to Narrator. Getting under the latter's persona was surprisingly an achievement, and due to the things Harley finds in the attic and what Narrator tells him about himself, Harley is a bit aware that:

Narrator lost someone thru unfair fates and tragedies, using the semi-digital microworld of ASDIB as an escape, the only thing he knew of the real world,

And...there is certainly a connection between his late mother's letters, Robinson's nightmares, and the way Narrator presents his semihuman form to Robinson.

"Were you just a living program, Narrator?"

"Of course, my little lily. I'm...part of a set of experiments my company did where instead of hiring a voice actor...they made me alive instead."

"That was oddly specific. But why are you so open about this, 'Narra—'"

". …- . -. / .. / …. .- …- . / -. --- / ..-. ..- -.-. -.- .. -. --. / -.-. .-.. ..- . / .-- …. .- - / .- -- / .. -.-.-- / … - --- .--. / .- … -.- .. -. --. -.-.--"

"😐 Alright..."

Harley sat down the creaking attic floorboard as he puts together a picture frame of the main voice cast of this old cartoon, and his eyebrows narrowed at the cast, especially with the crack line conveniently going between to men: likely the real voice actor for Poli, and another, unknown person.

Well, it's 'unknown' in the sense that this man doesn't seemed to be credited in any credits, but it made the brunette curious regarding that one redacted area in the credits where any sorts of a VA for the Narrator stood.

What's worse is that this...man...

Resembles his semi human form.

Meanwhile, another person deep inside Broomstown lifted up her pen. This might be too early for her to invoke him to be more open to not just the kid of the man he trapped inside, but if she is too slow with this...

Nobody will win this game.

Nobody will be saved, physically or emotionally.

The story must go on, even if it repeats over and over.

And over

And over

And over

And over.

()Will you sing in grief for a lost soul whom you loved and was unable to express such intricate emotions to, even after death?

I don't think so, at least I can't. I would rather wish this world to end already. I'm too tired, I'm too tired. I just want it to end already. I'm too tired seeing this echo of a show struggling to exist. Why can't I euthanize it with words of farewell and ending the end? Is there really a planned end for this show? Have I been running around in circles?

Am I a fool for thinking that my suffering is undeserving? I didn't want to be in this role, I never wanted to. But the power of actions overpower the power of words, and something is wrong about each and every action he takes, we take, everyone takes.

If only I let go all those years ago, then I wouldn't have to bear seeing the echo if his face again...but a part of me longed to be with him again...

One way or another.

And I won't let her get in the way again.

Maybe the boy in green has a point: I was running around in circles. But what I did has no reversal; it never have in the first place. I don't even understood what it was that I can do, and to think I have it all is quite pathetic of myself.

All I did was ending up making psyches rot inside this glitched little show!

So...

Can I sing a song of grief, for my love that have no one to feel?

No; I do not deserve affection.

I never did.()

<>Please...let go of me.<>