#soaringskyward

[enjoyfreefall]

Can You Go up in a Wingsuit?

Wingsuit flying is one of the coolest things in skydiving because it allows you to “fly” through the sky. In recent years, there have been many debates about whether it was possible to gain altitude with a Wingsuit or not.

Read the article here: https://enjoyfreefall.com/can-you-go-up-in-a-wingsuit/

[toadlingscentral]

The fated call

@soaringskyward Megan is sure something is up now. At first she thought it was a hangover. Then the flu. But now she knows for sure that what has been making her sickier than a dog is not the result of alcohol or a virus. Eventually she caved and took a test. One that came out positive.

A test still sitting on her bathroom sink. Something she is looking at from her spot on the floor. Her breakfast had made a fast exit. Now she felt like she can't get off the floor. She is considering saying screw it and fall asleep where she is at. She is in here every hour anyway. But first before she gives into the urge, there is something she has to do. He has to know. Even though Megan is sure nothing will come from it, the guy is likely to deny it and cuss her out but still he has the right to know. Thankfully she knows exactly who the father is. Still she has no expectations other than a hang up once she gives him the news. So slumped against the bathroom wall, she pulls out her cell that she has been keeping with on her at all times since she realized she wasn't getting over this and after a moment of going through the phone directory, she hits the call button. As soon as she hears a voice, Megan says, "Hey. It's Megan. I need..." Is all she got out before the cell falls from her hand.

[littlemeangreen]

Yeah I've done gone done it again, I made memes! But people like them so it's kinda me thing now (which is really sad in a way but sush). SO here we have the accurate description of a guy who can only dance for booty, what happens when someone hurts his kids vs trying to scare his kids and to even things out, I even threw in my beloved son at @getreadytosmash who I am probably gonna try and kill at some point since he's so loved.

BONUS FOR MATCHING BOYFRIENDS HOWEVER

@frilledgay and @soaringskyward see, this is the OTP.

[frilledgay]

@soaringskyward continued from here

The day started out as the last several had. Nyph got up before dawn, spent an hour preparing everything for the day, and raised the nets. The tiny yet strong fibers couldn’t be seen by many birds in these kinds of conditions. The mist that hung on the dawn left little dew drops on his eyelashes, to be lost forever with each blink.

This would give him awesome credit with everyone at the university. It had taken many hours of dull lab volunteering for them to deem him reliable enough to delve into fieldwork! And by himself! Let’s see the others in the class top that.

Of course, he had radio contact with other net sites, scattered around the hilly forest. They’d checked in with him this morning, just as he’d been raising the nets.

Over the early hours, he caught a few things. A few sparrows, one of which was caught twice, a feral pigeon, and an alexandrine. Slow morning.

Not for long.

Nyph lounged by his car, still another five minutes before it was time to check the net again. That’s when the wingbeats started. Unmistakeably wingbearts. Massive ones. Massive unsteady ones. Heading straight for his nets. What the hell is that?!

Nyph got up and took off up the hill the nets were placed upon. Too late. He heard the collision.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Hafi screeched out as he was suddenly caught up in some kind of net. The threads were clearly very small but weirdly strong and in his panic Hafi began thrashing about, trying to get out but only getting himself more stuck in the progress. Talons clawed at it and his wings began beating furiously, until suddenly he heard something snap and he cried out as the whole thing came tumbling down. 

Now bruised, frustrated, and laying uncomfortably on his wing on the ground Hafi still tried to wriggle himself free somehow, crying out profanities in every language that he knew. If he met whoever did this he was going to tear their face off! Surely that would work better than trying to tear this stupid net! 

He felt more than heard the footsteps coming towards him and his head snapped in the direction of the vibrations. 

“YOU! I WANT TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU!” 

[i-am-the-bamf]

"Where are your parents?"

Child starters

"Where are your parents?"

Kurt didn’t really answer. He was far too busy staring at the male. He was kind of big, but he didn’t look mean. He looked kind of young, maybe a few years older than Stefan, but that wasn’t really what Kurt was staring at. 

His wings. That’s what he was staring at. He had seen many people in his life, some strange, some not, but he had never, ever, seen a person with wings before! Real wings! And as he looked down he gave a delighted gasp. His feet! He had toes like Kurt! Okay not exactly the same, but regardless Kurt sat down and lifted his feet up for the man to see how similar they were. He had different feet too! 

[soaringskyward]

Things I’m currently in love with Tagged by @i-am-the-bamf

One song: Play That Song by Train Two movies: X-Men: Apocalypse (yes. still. i will fite), and the new Beauty and the Beast. Three series: Supernatural ( i feEL THE JUDGEMENT OKA Y), Magicians, Jessica Jones. Four people: Kurt Wagner (obv), David Attenborough, Steve Irwin, Alexstrasza Five foods: Chocolate, burritos, sushi, mangos, lamingtons.  Six people to tag: FUCK MOST PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TAGGED. IF U SEE THIS. UR TAGGED. GO GO.

[awkward-snake-girl]

Make a button of your character!

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Tagging: @toadlingscentral @alverlanche @thecorteztwins @soaringskyward

[awkward-snake-girl]

@soaringskyward

[toadlingscentral]

A tiny bird in a cage

@soaringskyward This was another one of those missions where sometimes Megan thinks the team just wants her out of their way for a while. They just claim it's a mission she is being assigned. Though maybe it's not. Still, investigating a exotic animal trafficking ring does not sound like X-men business to her. Especially with the chances of there being a mutant mixed in is slim to none. Yet here she is, crawling inside a warehouse ventilation shaft. She has two cameras on her. She is to find where they are keeping the animals and take pictures. If there is a mutant, they become her first priority. She is to get them out. For now though Megan pulls open a vent and drops down.

The smell tells her she is in the right place. The scent of straw and animal mess is strong in here. If that wasn't enough, there is also the rows of various crates. Megan begins to peek into them and when she is sure there is no one around, she begins snapping photos of what was inside. Tigers, a zebra, a few bears, do people really go through all this trouble for a wild animal to become their 'pet'? People. Megan is just reaching the end of the cages when she reaches one covered in a cloth. Megan looks around again. There is no one around. Not yet. The security has to be all outside this room. She still watches the doors for a moment before she pull back the drapes. What she sees inside makes her tense. Maybe the others are right about this mission. Because this is no animal. Nor a human. Adult or othwise.

"Shit. Hey, hey little one, can you hear me? Can you?" she calls quietly as she starts to work on the lock.

[littlemeangreen]

@soaringskyward and @toadlingscentral I was comissioned by @icelandicandamess to make these terrible memes after after Hafi had been insulted with another terrible meme I made...I'm starting to realise maybe all of this is my fault djjdjdjd

[frilledgay]

closed starter for @soaringskyward

At first Hafliði had no idea what was wrong, the incident a few days later never crossing his mind as he made note of the uncomfortable itching by his shoulder blades. First he blamed the fact that he might be sleeping wrong, or maybe Nyph left some feathers on his bed the last time he was there. But when he found an unfamiliar feather on the inside of one of his shirts he realized that probably wasn’t it. 

The itching got worse, eventually to the point that it was painful. Hafliði began feeling bumps forming on his skin, bumps that in a few weeks began feeling a little prickly, though he could barely feel it. From those bumps there were feathers. 

Eventually he stopped being able to wear shirts from the pain and one morning when he rolled over onto his back in bed the action made him cry out loud. It was then that he decided, finally, that maybe checking with a doctor would be a good idea. Even though it hurt Hafliði went to pull on a soft T-shirt and ventured towards Nyph’s room. Whatever this was he wanted him by his side while Hank took a look. 

[i-am-the-bamf]

soaringskyward replied to your post “((When Kurt teleports he doesn’t use momentum nearly as much to his...”

i mean it would probably be less the momentum from the fall and more from the speed of the airplane that would get him. however fast the airplane is going is how fast he is going, port or no

((but wouldn’t his forward speed make way for his down speed? I mean both would cause serious damage though so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯))

[ocrpmasterlist]

ADDED 8 NEW LIST ENTRIES

I’ve got 8 new blogs added to the list.  Everyone should check them out!

@swrdwielded

@soaringskyward

@daybreakpath

@punk-daddi

@otra-v-ine

@beniibara

@justanotherdayinthefirstorder

@mercuryofsnow

Also!  Don’t forget to check out the giveaway I’ve got going on through the end of May!  A single reblog of the promo post will get you in the drawing, and if you reblog more than once during that time it’ll put you in the running for a little something extra.  :D  And if you’re worried about being a sideblog or something like that - message me so that I know what’s up.  We’ll get it figured out.  I want everyone who wants a chance to have a chance.  :)

[awkward-snake-girl]

— 8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !!  ( repost, don’t reblog. )

ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ):  Jane

TWO ( BIRTHDAY ):  August 21

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Leo

FOUR ( HEIGHT ):  5’3

FIVE ( HOBBIES ): Video games, writing, sculpting, knitting, baking

SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ):  Green, light blue, and purple

SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): Witches Abroad, Frankenstein, Coraline, the Percy Jackson series

EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO: Stupid With Love from Mean Girls the Musical

NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): Pretty Woman

TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): I’m not really sure...there are a lot of different things that drove me to create Mattie

ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ): Writer

TWELVE ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): She’s a snake girl and she’s socially awkward

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Tagging: @toadlingscentral @getreadytosmash @frilledgay @soaringskyward @mugsandpugs1 @mistressxfmayhem @gxd-save-the-outcxsts @leapinlxzards

[quiet-loudmouth-blog]

BALANCING CHARACTER TRAITS

Conformist ☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆ Rebel Naive ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆ Cynical Compromising ☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆ Inflexible Selfish ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆ Self-sacrificing Apathetic ☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆ Emotional Fearful ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆☆ Reckless Childish ☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆☆ Humorless Dependent ☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆ Loner Passive ☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆☆ Aggressive

tagged by: @soaringskyward

tagging: @cyrokinetic-iceman @exolazarus @apocalypta-secundus @cristxllc @wildtsukai (if any of you have done it already, sorry! Just ignore me /crawls back in hole/)

[toadlingscentral]

Among the flames

@soaringskyward  continued from here It is getting warm. Air smells and tastes bad. Still the child continues to cry out. But before long they are coughing. Which only upsets them more. Why is this happening? This is not how things were. Why is no one moving?

They were hours ago. Everything was as it has been since they were born. There was talking, laughter, even singing. They stopped when word of new comers were coming. Never had there been new comers. Everyone watched. They peeked out from under their mama's wing to see these new creatures. But then the new comers brought out black sticks and that is when it all changed. Now... now they were among their flock and yet alone. There was no one else. Then there is a voice. A voice! Someone is here! They are not alone! They answer in cries that were nothing but choked sounds. They stand from their mama's side. In what seems like an instant, they were plucked from the ground. They were in the new person's arms. A new person with wings. One of their kind. They are not alone then. Coughing, they curl up against the older harpy. They are all that the child has now. There is no one else. Mama, papa, all their fellow hatchlings were gone. The flock is gone. Except for the one that holds them. One that they cling to for dear life as they continue to cry.