#six flags new england

[flojector]

no WAY it’s so gorgeous

[rushthehollow]

25 days of coasters / 13. wicked cyclone, six flags new england # of rides: 2015-2018: ??? (over 50) after 2019: 13 / last ridden: summer 2023

this is usually a very hard ride to talk about but i'm gonna try and not stray too far from the point. sfne used to be my home park and was the main park i grew up with alongside sfgradv. wicked cyclone was my first rmc, before i even knew what rmc was. i was absolutely floored it went upside down with a lapbar!

i've ridden this ride at its best and i've ridden it at its worst. this is still by far one of the best rmcs out there, hence why i have it ranked so high to this day. it's nonstop, long, and on the days it doesn't lose its speed at the end .. absolutely perfect. i love this silly lil rmc and despite everything that has happened with this park, and how hard it is to visit nowadays, it will forever hold a special place in my heart.

[thejokerswildcard]

the joker's wildcard at six flags new england

"the joker's wildcard" opened at six flags new england in 2000. it opened as an indoor darkride but was moved outside around 2008, replacing "nightwing".

nightwing taken from coasterpedia at https://coasterpedia.net/wiki/Nightwing_(Six_Flags_New_England;_opened_2000)

as a dark ride the joker's wildcard supposedly had flashing lights and music, however, i am unable to find video of the ride to confirm this.

the joker's wildcard as a dark ride taken from sfne ultimate at https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/452400725068112957/

the entrance to the joker's wildcard as a dark ride taken from parkinfo2go at http://www.parkinfo2go.com/143/707/ridedetails.html

according to sfne online on youtube, the joker's wild card was pitch black in it's early years but later the ride was run with the door somewhat open.

riders would sit facing each other in carts and the ride would spin in a circle while lifting off the ground at an angle. each cart sat four people. playing cards stuck out the sides and the ride had a centrepiece figure shaped like the joker's head. the ride had a no single rider policy.

the joker's wildcard taken from parkz at https://www.parkz.com.au/attraction/jokers-wildcard/info

the entrance to the ride had a large sign reading "the jokers wildcard" and a picture of the joker's face. the sign is stylized without an apostrophe on joker's, however, official materials list this ride as "THE JOKER's Wildcard"

the entrance to the joker's wildcard taken from parkz at https://www.parkz.com.au/attraction/jokers-wildcard/info

the joker head centrepiece is often missing in photos and videos of the ride. in closeups of the joker's wildcard in later years there is also paint chipping evident on the card pieces.

the joker's wildcard missing the joker centrepiece taken from theme park review at https://www.themeparkreview.com/parks/p_185_5382_six_flags_new_england_kryptonite_kollider

in 2017 THE JOKER Free-Fly Coaster was introduced at six flags new england and the joker's wildcard was renamed to kryptonite and gained a new look.

kryptonite taken from the six flags wiki at https://sixflags.fandom.com/wiki/Kryptonite_Kollider

kryptonite entrance taken from theme park review at https://www.themeparkreview.com/parks/p_185_5382_six_flags_new_england_kryptonite_kollider

kryptonite was apparently renamed to the kryptonite kollider in 2018, however, i can not find anything to suggest this year specifically or any photos of a new entrance. it is extremely likely that the ride was indeed renamed to kryptonite kollider as almost every reference to it online uses this name.

the kryptonite kollider was also often seen without it's centrepiece.

the kryptonite kollider without it's centrepiece taken from theme park central at https://www.themepark-central.de/six-flags-new-england-supergirl-2019/

in 2021 kryptonite kollider was replaced with supergirl skyflyer, a ride similar to nightwing. kryptonite kollider was retired and was not moved elsewhere in the park.

supergirl skyflyer taken from themepark central at https://www.themepark-central.de/six-flags-new-england-supergirl-2019/

sources + extras:

https://www.sixflags.com/newengland/attractions/supergirl-sky-flyer

nightwing sign from amusement pics at http://www.amusementpics.com/SFNE2.htm

official promotional video for the joker's wildcard https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HPNEAL_w9E

a video of the kryptonite kollider https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLm2Dh_tY4c

a video of the kryptonite kollider https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IxGg3jiPkw

video discussing the joker's wildcard (very helpful and informative!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1_C4Vk3hpE

many reviews of the ride available here http://www.themeparkcritic.com/Scripts/ViewRide.aspx?RideID=1110

video of the joker's wildcard (also jumpscare warning? this genuinely scared me lol) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOE1GJsMvv8

[zombiegangster]

The Supergirl Sky-Flyer

[exploremorewithjenne]

First Part of Houdini The Great Escape at Six Flags New England 11/3/2024

[suncoastblvdco]

Teacups off Ride POV Six Flags New England 8/22/2024 #thrillitup #sixfla...

[rapidmomentum]

Breaking: Quantum Accelerator, a dual launch straddle coaster announced for 2025 at Six Flags New England!

🚀 2 launches

✨11 moments of airtime

💨 45 mph

🎢 2,604 feet long

[noctilionoidea]

having worked retail at six flags was genuinely one of the worst experiences of my life but it’s so fucking funny that every once in awhile I still get sent paychecks because the park abused its practice of basically only hiring teens and drug addicts/those fresh from rehab to take money from out paychecks and got into a shit ton of legal trouble. Goddamn you really were that bad for so many.

[sacredjake]

y’all remind me tomorrow to post my Sacred The Thread theory

[flojector]

[droneshotmediany]

[afrotumble]

📷 Trent

[road-2nowhere]

⚔️GEARS OF WAR Special Edition of Headbangers Ball, release of "Gears Of War" video game. Six Flags, New England, MA, US, 2006. ➙ [ 1 - 2 ]

[exploremorewithjenne]

Superman The Ride Off Ride POV 8/23/2024 Six Flags New England #sixflags...

[sanguinarysanguinity]

would love to know 9, 15 and 10 of the ship asks for Hornblower/Bush!

Ask, and ye shall receive!

9. …what my ideal endgame for them is.

The sequel I never wrote for "Until Death or England Do Us Part", in which they are serving as Commodore and Flag Captain while crankily, fussily married. Hornblower is intolerable as a husband, petty and sniping and refusing to show anything that might be construed as favoritism toward his husband (and you know by "favoritism" he means "affection"), while Bush is all, "You have my utmost loyalty and obedience as an officer, and of course I love you no matter how insufferable you are, but don't expect me to warm your bed while you behave like that." And just about the time that Bush has managed to drill it through Hornblower's thick skull that he can show some affection and even express an apology without the world coming to an end…

…Hornblower comes down with cholera, and Bush, for the sake of the service, has to abandon him in Riga.

Come spring, he resigns his posting to the Nonsuch so that he can hitch a ride on the Clam back to Riga, either to nurse Hornblower or to bury him, he doesn't know which -- and then of course Hornblower finds out he gave up his posting to the Nonsuch and reads him the riot act (like HELL the Admiralty is going to give you another ship after that!), and Bush openly weeps because he's so goddamn relieved to have his cranky, crotchety, insufferable husband back.

And the two of them go on like that until the end of the war (Hornblower does manage to get Bush another ship), and then when the Napoleonic wars end, they go work for an upstart republican navy in South America and do it all over again.

Until the morning comes that Bush is too arthritic to relish the shipboard life, at which point Hornblower decides fuck this for a game of soldiers and they resign their commissions and retire to Naples, where the Code Napoleon is still in effect and thus homosexuality is still legal, and the two of them companionably row into their sunset years, watching the sun rise behind Vesuvius while they eat sfogliatelle and drink sweet coffee and bicker about the nature of happiness.

Except for the times that Hornblower is compelled to meddle with the shipping down in the harbour, he and Bush saving the day through cleverness and wit and sheer grit one last time…

15. …how I wish their story would go/would have gone.

During that two days leave in Kingston, early in the time they knew each other, they fucking admit to each other how sweet they are on the other, how they yearn for the other's admiration and approbation, and, yes, they fuck about it.

And while both are manfully resigned to nothing coming of it -- Hornblower has his new command, after all, and Bush his bedbugs to battle -- they know. And so when fate tips them into each other's arms again in Portsmouth six months later, it's the beginning of a very restrained, very discreet, on-again-off-again situationship that shapes both their lives. Maybe Hornblower is still foolish enough to get married to Maria. (He has an idea that it will bring some safety to he and Bush, if he can demonstrate his heterosexuality with a wife and children, whereas Maria wants to get out of her mother's boardinghouse and start a life and family of her own. Bush thinks this marriage idea is the greatest foolishness he's ever heard of, but he's prepared to suffer it if he and Maria can come to an understanding. They do. And in time, something more than an understanding.) But all three of them go into it with their eyes wide open, and when grief comes to visit the little Hornblower family, Bush cries more freely than Hornblower can.

And the whole situationship sometimes gets stiff and weird and awkward (because Hornblower is stiff and weird and awkward), but it's also the easiest and most-right thing either of them has ever done, and even if they agree (from an excess of practicality) to break it off when Hornblower gets promoted into a different ship without Bush, they each keep faith with the other even in the off times.

It all ends at Caudebec, of course. Every relationship ends: either you split up or one of you dies (or both of you die), and everyone knows that life in the service consists of many partings. But they had loved each other before the end, loved each other as best as they knew how. And it was imperfect and flawed and far too short, but what love isn't? Hornblower builds his pyramid of skulls to Bush's memory, and he lets himself weep.

He's never the same after that. But why should he be the same? Loving Bush, and being loved by Bush, changed him. Mostly he tries not to think of Bush; mostly he succeeds. But through custom and experience, during his time with Bush he learned to be a little more demonstrative, a little more open to the softer emotions. And while Richard has no real memories of Bush, Bush still has a lasting legacy in the relationship that Richard has with his father. As Richard leaves the easy affection of babyhood behind, grows into the awkwardness of his teenage years, Hornblower never quite retreats into the stiff formality of so many fathers. He once learned how to love and be loved, and those lessons serve him well with Richard.

And what better legacy can a man have?

10. …rate the level of stupid they reach in their pining.

Bush is eminently sensible in his pining. He can't have Hornblower and he knows he can't have Hornblower, and so that's the end of it. He sublimates all his pining into service, and that is very nearly enough for him. (And as for that last gap between what he can have and what he wants? Well, what of it? The sea is made of tears, and grows saltier every day.)

Which is just as well, for Hornblower manages to incorporate AT LEAST two peoples' worth of stupid into his own practice. He could have everything he wanted if he just opened his mouth and asked for it. But will he? No, he will not. Hell, he won't even admit to himself that he wants it. He'll just pine and yearn and every day die a little more inside, and steadfastly refuse to admit to any of it. Not even to himself, not even in the very deepest dark of night, lying awake and torturing himself with the mystery of why he'll never be happy…

[tickle-bugs]

Stupid in Love

Summary: Nick Miller is completely, 100% normal about all things Jessica Day. Including her smile, her laugh--ah, fuck. He's doomed. NickJess ft. pining!Nick

Anon: I just saw you write for New Girl! I am in my yearly rewatch of the show so I am so happy you write for it! Maybe the loft gang and CeCe can be playing a game of true American and somehow during the game it comes out that Jess is incredibly ticklish. Everyone is too focused on the game to use it to their advantage at the moment, but nick remembers and maybe later when him and Jess are together, he decided to test his new found knowledge and see just how ticklish Jess really is.

While this isn’t set during a particular episode, I was thinking HEAVILY about s2 ep15, Cooler. One of the greatest episodes of the whole show, hands down. I just wanted to write pining Nick tbh.

True American is the best goddamn game ever invented. It defines a man at his core level. Everything that’s ever mattered to Nick is on the line in this game. His dignity, his pride, his dignity…

He honestly can’t remember what they’re playing for. Something involving the sink. Or a drink? Unclear, but irrelevant. Nick is the king of an aluminum can palace and his citizens will thrive under his leadership. This is his birthright. 

They’re playing True American: Catan Edition tonight. Each player defends their own small nations and attempts to crush the others, throwing their leaders to the molten lava below. It’s the smartest thing Winston’s ever come up with. 

“Duel for my amusement,” Nick slurs, waving his paper towel roll scepter around. The cardboard crown on his head slips down over his eyes. Cece blows a raspberry at him. He lobs a balled-up piece of paper at her. 

Jess plays a fanfare into her backup kazoo—Schmidt threw away her main one—and draws angry eyebrows onto the smiley face of her country’s flag. A declaration of war. 

Sober Jess is all for political progress and human rights, but Drunk Jess? Maniacal, power-hungry, and so very hot.

Focus, Miller. 

“Two, four, six, eight! Who do we appreciate?” Jess climbs onto one of the kitchen chairs and puts a colander on her head. A warrior’s helm. Nick smiles at her. 

In their corner of the living room, Winston and Schmidt whisper furiously. At some point in the last hour, Winston had ascended to Grand Advisor of Schmidt’s Creek. Schmidt had lost the ability to speak after can number two, when Cece had flirted him out of all of his natural resources and a third of his land. Nick had been trying to think of how to poach Winston to Nicklandia, but he couldn’t think of a plan that didn’t involve saying ‘please’ until he passed out. 

“Schmidt’s Creek will not challenge today!” Winston crushes his beer can against Schmidt’s forehead. Schmidt doesn’t even blink.

“Ruth Gader Binsburg! I challenge your weird little colony, Jess,” Cece shouts, messily hopping onto the chair next to Jess. They start some combination of swatting at each other and clutching on for dear life. Schmidt looks up at Cece like a drunk, lovesick puppy. Nick rolls his eyes.

Thank god he doesn’t look like that.

Does he look like that?

Shit. He’s missing the game. 

“Yeah? Guess what—” Jess knocks her knuckles against the colander helmet, winces, and then points at Cece— “I’m the Queen of England, bitch.” 

Nick’s not sure what’s elapsed in the apparently three years since he was last paying attention, but he knows by the way that Cece gasps that someone’s dying on the living room and/or kitchen floor tonight. Jess cackles and puts her hands on her hips. They start yelling, but even if they’re saying real human words, which he’s pretty sure they’re not, he’s not processing it. Jess looks so stupid in that little holey hat—someone should invent a word for that thing—and she’s adorable. 

Nick leans his cheek on his palm and smiles wider. Does she know her nose scrunches when she’s annoyed? 

Nick leans a little too far and loses his balance. Half of his aluminum fortress tumbles down. When he looks back up, Jess and Cece haven’t budged. Or blinked. Cece squints at Jess and it’s clear the conversation has ascended to psychic levels that even Drunk Nick can’t access. He tries though. Mostly gives himself a headache. 

Something in their eye conversation must shift, because Cece gets this look on her face. Like pure, concentrated mischief. The aura off of her is so powerful that everyone scoots back a bit. Cece starts stretching and cracking her knuckles. 

“Waitwaitwait, Cece, you don’t have to do this.” Jess holds her hands up in immediate surrender, but she’s smiling hard enough to brighten the room. A little nervous giggle picks up in the back of her throat and she starts to turn pinker than the boxed rosé that forms her section of the living room. 

“Oh, but I do. Surrender. Now.” Cece points to the floor. Which is lava. Cruel way to go. 

Jess looks at her best friend with the kind of profound resignation only possible when piss drunk. She sighs deeply, staring at the floor…

And then launches herself at Cece with a war cry. 

Cece doesn’t even flinch. She catches Jess, smirks, and starts tickling her sides with vicious precision. Jess lets out a giggly shriek and crumples, sinking right down into the lava. The colander tumbles off of her head and rolls into Nick’s fortress. 

The sound worms itself into Nick’s brain, taking up residence alongside all the other little Jess things that drive him nuts. It distracts him hard enough that by the time Winston arises as Supreme Leader of the Loft, Nick can’t even trace the path of his defeat. 

………

Even when sobriety beats them over the head the next morning, Nick can remember nothing but the sweet music of Jess’s laugh. And the shape of her smile. 

God he’s hopeless. 

The slow march of the week brings some relief in the sense that a) Nick remembers that he really doesn’t do the whole ‘feelings’ thing and b) alcohol makes anyone look like an angel walking the earth. He is a grown ass man and Jess is an annoying little craft goblin. He can be normal. She’s normal. No need to get worked up over her.

“You look like Mr. Rogers’s grumpy cousin.” Jess snickers, fiddling with the sleeve of Nick’s hideous cardigan. 

“You done? You finished?” He pulls his sleeve away from her. It’s really Schmidt’s, which she very well knows. Nick’s only wearing it because Schmidt’s being weird about Cece again, and the only way to survive that is to bend to his will. Schmidt’s already dehydrated himself twice this week trying to show off his muscles more, Nick doesn’t want to add to that by making the guy cry. He’d never stop.

Jess, however, doesn’t seem to understand the magnitude of this manly sacrifice. She’s too busy laughing at him. 

“Mmmm, no, I don’t think I am. You look like a Muppet.” She pinches his cheek. He rolls his eyes. 

“Well, that’s just a compliment.” 

“No, no. You look like the bird. The bird with the eyebrows—“ Jess pauses as her giggles overtake her— “You look like Sam the Eagle.” 

Jess folds over into his shoulder with laughter and smacks his chest. The warmth of it almost distracts him from the comment. 

Almost. 

“Yeah, laugh it up, Jess. C’mere—“ He drags her across the couch by the ankle and latches onto her sides. She makes that adorable sound again, that giggly shriek, and flails like a worm on a hook. She tries to push his face away. He swats her hands aside like it’s nothing. When reaches for him again—futile, really—he snatches her wrists in one hand, pins them down, and tickles with the other. 

Her whole face burns. He chooses to ignore it for both of their sakes. 

“Let me know when you’re ready to apologize. Take your time.” He does a little pinchy thing with his fingers and Jess lets out a high-pitched mess of syllables. She throws her head back and cackles, arching up into him. 

“Hmm, yeah, see none of that sounded like ‘You’re the best, Nick Miller’. Try again.” He pokes all over her torso, fast and wild. He lets go of her and adds his other hand into the mix. Every time she tries to talk, he speeds up, making her laugh at his silliness along with his hands. She kicks her legs and lets out a little giggly growl. Nick smiles so wide his cheeks hurt. 

“Nick!” She grabs his wrists but doesn’t stop him. His stomach flips. She’s so overwhelming. 

“That’s my name.” He skitters his fingers up her ribs to distract himself from the lump in his throat. 

Jess flails and nearly takes them both off the couch and into the next life. Nick catches himself before he collapses on top of her, but it puts their faces mere inches apart. The space of a breath. He can see the faint freckles across her nose, all brought forth by the pink flush down her cheeks and neck. As she catches her breath, lips parted, her laughter simmers low in her chest. He brushes her hair out of her face. His hand lingers on her cheek. 

Her eyes crinkle when she smiles. Does she know that? 

Nick gets the deep, burning urge to kiss her senseless. To download all these embarrassing, vulnerable thoughts from his brain to hers. To show her how deep this goes. To drink of her like the wine at restaurants he can never afford. 

No. Not like this. She deserves better than this.

Than him.

He starts to pull away, awkwardly clearing his throat. Jess surges forward and Nick’s stupid little monkey brain gleefully claps its hands together, shouting this is it! It’s happening! Nick’s brain activity screeches to a halt. He stares at her mouth and freezes. 

Jess flips them over and starts tickling his ears like some kind of insane supervillain. 

“No! Jessica!” He turtles and attempts to fling himself to safety. All he accomplishes is hanging off the back of the couch, leaving his knees in reach of Jess’s evil nails—

One day he will be smart about Jessica Day, but he concedes that it won’t be today. But as she destroys him and Schmidt’s stupid, hopefully inexpensive cardigan, he secretly hopes the day never arrives.