#tw plane crashes

[indieyuugure]

Was actually (90 percent sure) I was able to date when Indie TMNT started!

Between the detail of a plane ‘falling out of the sky in a hellacious ball of fire’ the fact the year is 1996, and the fact I watch too many plane crash documentaries for me to be comfortable with getting on a plane, this was enough for me track down the exact plane crash-TWA Flight 800, which you guessed it, crashed on a Thursday. Specifically Thursday July 17th 1996.

So if we go to next Thursday…

Then I can say the comic starts on July 24th, 1996

Aw man, you’re REALLLLY close! But actually it’s a different flight he’s referencing.

The one he’s referencing was actually two months prior to the one you’re talking about. Here’s the Wikipedia article about it

The crash made national news, it’s definitely not as big as the one you’re referencing, but it was bad enough that the airline basically went out of business because of their bad reputation and ended up taking on the new name AirTran Airways.

This crash happened on May 11, 1996, which is why it’s still fresh in Donnie’s mind, but note that Raph is referencing that last week was about gang violence, not plane crashes, which given this calendar:

Means that probably most of the news from the 12th to perhaps the 14-15 were of this event. I would assume that the news cycle of this would be shorter since it took place in Florida, whereas they’re hearing this in New York. (If any of you actually experienced watching this on TV I would be fascinated to hear both how it was reported and how long until the News lost interest)

So if we say that after that calmed down and the news went back to its typical types of reports, that means their birthday is probably somewhere between the 20th-31st.

Now, it’s kinda tricky for you to be able to know which date I picked unless you say that Raph is referring to last Thursday as “Today is Thursday and seven days ago was Thursday” (or you wait until the end), but as the author I will tell you it’s May 23rd.

Great detective work!! This is pretty vague information to go off of and I’m quite impressed with how much you research you did!

Good question! :]

[iseetheisland]

Today, I had the shock of recognizing a flight attendant in a video and getting excited that he was getting hype online because he was so lovely on my flight.

Then I realized why the video of him was being shared, it was a memorial after the tragedy last week.

I'll never get 100% confirmation when I don't remember the name of the man working on my flight, but I recognized him and his energy instantly and confidently. I never forgot him because on top of being very fun at making announcements, he also went back to the lowest class seating I was in when a young child was panicking, and tried to help the mom calm the little boy down. Not out of demand, but kindness. He hadn't seemed to be an attendant assigned to my class. But I was sure to wish him a nice day as I got off the plane.

I'm not going to sit around pretending like I knew this man on any real level. I don't even think we directly interacted aside from when I unboarded. But I always remembered him.

So I guess, if you take anything from this, just remember that all the little good things you do in passing will be remembered by someone somewhere. And if tragedy strikes, that will be how you're remembered by all the random people you took a moment to display your kindness around. People you never even knew existed or appreciated you can and will remember the good you did around them.

I may not have actually known that man, but he left an impression of kindess in the world. He came up whenever I'd recap my favourite flight attendant experiences. And I'm really glad that I got to take that in firsthand.

[cambriancrew]

[yourcrazygirlokris]

Remember: One of the keystones of facism is blaming everything on a minority or literally anyone but themselves. I can guarantee during the next few tragedies, you will never once see Trump taking accountability or not blaming it on something DEI related.

[notsopompouspompom]

this is what i think of whenever you ( @soulissuuuuuperlazy ) stare at me btw... wild wild west headass /affectionate

quick lil doodle to get my Art Grind goin though.... i NEED to make you more gifts , i need to LOCK IN !!!!!!!! also ! prioritizing the Other animatic over the typewrite lessons. i HATE ALIGHT MOTION..... i still gotta make medics assets and i havent. started ,,, anyways

DOES THAT SMELL LIKE A BATTLE MINIGAME ?????;!!??!??

i lied , i cant change the inspo photo. i dont have another one .... enjoy the Bad Quality

[tsukiran]

best offer ー brazil!hinata shoyo x reader angst/comfort

"Wait for me?"

His words rang in your ears as soon as you heard of the news. His friends reassured you over and over again. Even banned you from social media momentarily. Just until the news is clear.

You're waiting at an airport in Sao Paulo, as what he had planned weeks ago. Both about to do your Europe trip with his friends waiting in the starting city of your itinerary. Both about to spend your anniversary vacation. Both about toー

Your sob seeped through your system as your anxiety heightened.

"Have you checked your baggages?"

"Yes baby. A check-in baggage and a carry on. 10 sets of outdoor clothes. 3 of formal, rest are casual."

"Your toiletries?"

"We're sharing our toiletries for over 4 years already, baby." You heard his deep chuckle. "That's not gonna change until I die okay?"

What happened? Shoyo, just pick up..

"Bakayama and Oikawa-san's gonna get me if we're a flight late and not together. Wait for me, okay?"

Shoyo's supposed to be plane crashed somewhere enroute Sao Paulo. He was from an away game and just last night he told you about their win and coming home to your arms. He's a flight late but it didn't matter now. Sao Paulo's volleyball star all-rounder Hinata Shoyo is believed on board that crashed plane and all of the state is already on fact checking. It's been 2 hours.

You jumped upon your phone ringing, fidgeting hands pawed at Kenma's video call.

"Breathe." He said over the line after talking over calming you. "He's fine. Shoyo's fine. Trust me."

You nod, then sobbed, phone on your forehead as you broke down. Familiar voices were calling you on the other line easing your tension but heck, you can't as long as Shoyo's not here with you right now.

"Can't we go to Sao Paulo, Kenma? Yn's alone."

"Kenma, you can finance us."

"I already booked tickets for me and Iwaizumi-san."

"What about us!?"

"Yn needs calm people right now."

"Iwa-chan! We are calmー"

"Yeah right."

You tuned them out. You can care less who's gonna be here. All you wanted was Shoyo.

A chilling hour passed before the Brazil media went into a rushing chaos. You thought it was someone else they were waiting but when you saw a bright orange disheveled hair weaving across rows of media, you broke down again and got rooted in your place.

But you waited. You waited for him to reach you in your spot.

He ignored all of the media and when he spotted you, he dropped everything and directly made a beeline to you, crashing your head to his chest, comforting arms around you. Your arms may be crashing his torso right now but you don't care. He's here already.

"You're late, Shoyo."

"Well," His sniffles were audible along with his hoarse voice, all above his chuckle. "Plane's rude, baby. Left with me still in the toilet seat. And you forgot to mention my charger and wallet. When we settle down for our flight to Italy, I'm sorry but we have to reorganize my stuff."

You buried your face in his chest further, chuckling and crying. "Thought you're gonna make me wait forever."

He kissed your crown, above all the noise of the media and their flashing cameras. "Will never gonna happen. I have to have you with me all the time from now on. What do you say?"

Honestly? That's the best offer he gave you. But you have to give him a mouthful before that for being so clumsy.

quick whip after the plane crash in Sao Paulo yesterday. my condolences to all grieving families. will include you all in my prayers tonight.

ran2024. hearts and reblogs are appreciated.

[purplekissinger]

Yiu shoulj write my beautiful husband more

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“passionate love for blondies with glasses is what defines me” © me

TW: this is a full blown toxic angst, the reader has no mouth and must scream, no hope we die, plane crash mentioned

Captain Daly will let you die, but only on one condition: first, you must make the real Y/N fall in love with him.

For a person with a negative emotional intelligence score, Daly had approached this problem cleverly.

During the first weeks—figuratively speaking, cause time held no meaning on the ship—your world shrank to a small cabin, barely two strides long and three wide. At first, there was a porthole. You’d stared through it for hours while Daly tended to his real-world self. Then he decided this was too luxurious distraction and left you with only a cold plastic bunk and blinding, unrelenting light. It never turned off.

Robert never bothered with explanations. He showed, never told. He handled your hysterics, your sobs and curses, your frenzied questions—with eerie calm. Only when you lunged at him, fists flying, did he show you who was now the god of your world. Minutes later, gasping and trembling, you dared to look up.

You didn't recognize him. This wasn't Robert Daly, not your shy and awkward nerd colleague. This was something else. 

Eventually, he had to outline the situation in the most general terms, because, as it turned out, it was the second part of his plan. By that point, you were already so dulled by horror and despair that the plan might have worked if he wanted the password to your bank account or your photos. Unfortunately, the situation was much simpler and at the same time much deranged. Mental.

It felt like some kind of wild fever dream. With all due respect to your new god, you found the courage to ask him to repeat it, and he mercifully obliged. It didn't make more sense the second time.

It turned out that about a month ago (and to think that you felt like you'd been here for eternity!) you'd been careless enough to be nice to your new colleague, Robert Daly. With the meticulous attention to detail that reminded you of the old Robert, he'd described to you everything you'd said to him when you met; how many times you'd smiled and how exactly you did that; how respectfully you'd treated his figurine collection; how carefully you'd handed him a cup of coffee and lightly touched his fingers. You remembered it, too. The short, meaningless interactions of the first day. It turned out that it was enough to drive him insane.

“But I don’t know what to do next,” Robert said mournfully. “I’ve never… been in this kind of a situation before.”

You were silent. He took your mouth away while going on with his villainous monologue.

“I don’t understand the next step she expects from me,” he said, rubbing his temples tiredly. “And the stakes are too high. Y/N is an amazing, incredible girl, and I think she might like me. I have to do everything perfectly from the first try: texting, dating, proposing… Everything. In short, I’ll need” he sighed heavily, avoiding your gaze  “I’ll need your help.”

You were silent. Robert glanced sideways at you, then quickly snapped his fingers.

“What help?” you coughed.

A light blush crept on Captain Daly’s cheeks.

“Well,” he muttered, “you are her, in a way. You should know everything about her. What she likes, what she doesn’t, what kind of music she’s into, what cafes she prefers. How to message her. How to make her laugh. That kind of thing.”

Your cosmic horror was turning into a romantic comedy, without ceasing to be horror.

“You think,” you said slowly, “that I can help you make her fall in love with you?”

“Yeah, kind of,” Robert said, staring at his boots. “Who else would know how to do that?”

You were terrified enough to throw your fists at God for a second time, and it ended the same way. You cried. You screamed. You begged him to let you go. To no avail.

“But why?!” you sobbed as he returned your eyes. “Why would I do this?! Why, why would I help you?!”

Daly shrugged.

“Look, I really do feel awkward. I just told a girl I loved her for the first time, albeit indirectly. Don’t make it worse.”

“Why, why, WHY?!”

“It’s in your best interest,” he said coldly.

You froze, holding your breath.

“You… you’ll let me go?”

“In a sense,” Robert smiled sourly. “If things work out with Y/N, I’ll let you die.”

When he left, you tried to claw on your wrists. Soon, you  realized that his promise was not just empty words. In this world, death could only be earned.

You were proud of yourself for not going along with him right away, but it was only a matter of time. You both knew it. The day came when Robert led you to the bridge and pulled up his chat logs with her - you - on the main screen.

“What’s your... current dynamic?” you asked cautiously.

“We greet each other every morning,” Robert answered humbly. “Yesterday, you asked me how my weekend was.”

“And you said…?”

“I said it was fine.”

“You didn’t ask her about her weekend?” you noticed. Robert hesitated.

That’s when you realized the true depth of your hell. Robert was trying to get a girl, yet he lacked the basic understanding of how to get a friend. Your new god had sophisticated torture fantasies and at the same time the shyness of a fifth grader. As you slowly questioned him, you began to wonder if he even understood how living people interact.

Oh Lord, what are you even thinking. He kidnapped you, he's clearly out of his mind!

But you had to drink the dregs of this bitter cup. You had to descend into the deep sewers of Robert's psyche and try to figure out what could attract you. The real you.

There were some perks in this situation. You started showing up on the bridge - felt nice for a change. Now it had turned into a headquarters for winning Y/N's heart.

For long hours, while Robert was away, you looked at the chat with yourself, the icon offline. You wondered: what if it was all in vain? What if she - you - has already fallen in love with someone else? What if she is scrolling through Tinder right now, not realizing that your life (death) depended on it?

“Maybe I should wear a different shirt?” Robert thoughtfully suggested.

You bit your cheek.

“It’s not about the way you dress,” you said. “Although it’s important not to show up wearing the same thing two days in a row.”

“It’s about the way I look, isn’t it?” he snapped eagerly.

You covered your eyes with your hand. It was one of your many sticking points. Robert was unwilling or unable to believe that his looks didn’t really matter. In fact, he was even endearing – from certain angles. You’d thought he was cute once. A bit of your type.

What if that was what made your smile too warm and trapped you in a psychopath’s digital basement?

As the days went by, you began to realize that this might take some time. For a spaceship captain, Robert Daly was far too indecisive. He just couldn't get into action and kept demanding more and more information. What was the name of your first crush? What's your favorite movie? What’s your health insurance provider?

"Which way do I go home?" you flared up. "Robert, if you wanted to cosplay a serial killer, you didn't have to come up with such a complicated plan. You could’ve just kidnapped the real me."

He blushed. He blushed easily in general. Oddly, the simulation didn't cut it off.

"I'm worried about her," he muttered. "Your apartment is in a high-crime zone."

"Are you going to walk her home stalker style?" you laughed.

That was another perk. Robert, the god of this tiny universe, was starting to listen to you sometimes. Sometimes you could laugh at him and live.

One day you took control and insisted that he write to her - to you. More out of boredom and despair than because you truly wanted his personal happiness. You had never seen him so nervous.

“Hey, how’s the work treating you? Settling in okay?”. Send. See? Not scary at all.”

“What if she decides that I’m overstepping?” he said tightly.

You shrugged.

“Step back, then. Step forward, step back, two steps forward. This is a tango, not a military parade.”

Their conversation became more lively. In the evenings, you would pace back and forth on the bridge, dictating messages to him like some kind of Cyrano de Bergerac, while Robert would quickly type them out, occasionally glancing at you. 

“And now a cat picture. No, not that one. Yes, that’ll do.”

“I can’t believe I wrote something that stupid… Correct her, show her that you won’t let her talk to you like that.”

“Wish her a goodnight and send her two emojis. Two.”

“Good. Spice it with some nerd rizz now”.

“That meme's context is… Oh my god, just let me use the keyboard.”

You were in too deep. Apart from that, the other Y/N could be just some girl chatting blissfully with a coworker. A coworker who was a crazy psychopath, but you hoped that by the time it became her problem, you'd already be dead.

Robert no longer tried to take your mouth or your eyes. Sometimes he even forgot to maintain his captain persona, the posture and the voice. To an hypothetical observer, it might seem like you were just two friends, one trying to help the other pick up a girl. Sometimes he even spoke to you ingratiatingly.

“Today you mentioned the new season of this show in the office,” he said one day, bringing up a video player on the screen. “I think we should watch a couple of episodes to stay up to date.”

You pursed your lips.

“Conjure up a couch and popcorn, then.”

For the first time in forever, you enjoyed your favorite show. The sweet opening theme, the familiar jokes, the punchlines made you forget about the cosmic horror around you for a second. You enjoyed it. Robert enjoyed it too, yet he looked at you more often than at the screen.

“This isn’t like Space Fleet at all,” he muttered as you finished watching the fifth episode.

“Why would it be?” you laughed. “Variety is the spice of life.”

Then you looked more closely at his face.

“Okay, your turn now” you said softly, “let’s watch this Space Fleet of yours for a change.”

His face blossomed with such a smile that it seemed to brighten the room.

You watched the entire first season in one go. He quoted every line. Your shoulders touched.

Was it pity, you wondered. You had insisted on learning more about Robert’s biography (“for the strategic research”), and you didn’t like it. You counted at least five moments when a decent therapist could have saved him.

“She left me on read!” he rushed around the bridge in horror. “How?! We thought of everything?!”

“You can never think of everything,” you sighed. “Maybe she just fell asleep mid-text. I do that sometimes.”

Robert turned to you, and the despair written on his face stabbed you in the heart.

“She’s all I have,” he said simply. “I’ve never needed anyone before.”

You reached out and gently patted his shoulder, your first voluntary touch.

“Look, I know you’re a genius (his eyes flashed with pride), but you’re wrong to treat this like a program. There’s no algorithm. There are no rules. You’re just… going with the flow.”

“Girls follow patterns” he said darkly. “I know.”

You slumped in the captain's chair.

“Open the browser. Type in “r/niceguys.”

And then came the day when the lights on the control panel came on and you turned in your chair to face Captain Daly, and Robert walked in. Robert Daly, your colleague. There could be no mistake. He was even wearing glasses this time.

This is bad, you thought.

“She went on a date with someone else?” you asked cautiously.

Robert walked up to you without saying a word, collapsed to his knees, and buried his face in your lap. You hesitated, then put your hand on his head. On his disheveled hair, just like in real life.

“She’s dead,” he said dully.

“What?” you whispered. Your hand stilled.

Robert sucked in a deep breath and pressed himself even closer to your lap, as if he was asking for forgiveness.

“A heart attack? An accident?” you kept asking, your voice shaking. "What happened to her, Robert? Am I dead?! Oh my God, am I really dead?!"

"Plane crash," he said, without looking up.

"Liar, liar, LIAR!!"

"It's on the news. Every channel".

You rushed to the console. You still hoped that this might be a bluff. It had to be.

“On Friday you said that you wanted to visit your family,” Robert said quietly, as you frantically scrolled through the list of names. “Why did you need to go there? Why?!”

The plane was indeed flying to the city you had been to many times, but you were still hoping.

“I haven’t seen them in ages” you muttered, not understanding which of the two Y/Ns you were talking about. They both hadn’t seen their families in a long time.

“I should have asked you out on a date sooner,” Robert choked.

“Shut. Up.”

The list was too damn long. Long enough for a national tragedy.

“If you’d said yes, you wouldn’t have gone anywhere. You’d be alive. This is… This is my fault. This is my fault.”

“Oh my God SHUT UP!” you yelled and then saw your name.

How strange it is to be alive. How strange it is to fall to the floor and sob, while being dead.

You didn’t notice that someone’s arms were holding you tightly.

“Shh-” Robert whispered. You had never heard him sound like that before. You looked up and saw that he was smiling through his tears.

“It was always you,” he said. “It was you from the very beginning. You know, like that episode - Season 3, episode 14 - when the hunters from Caspar stole the ship and Captain Storm hid the treasure in plain sight. You were always the treasure. From the day one. I always loved you. Not her.”

You said something.

“Hush,” he repeated softly and timidly yet persistently hugged you tighter.

“Robert,” you said. “Let me go. Let me die. The mission failed. She’s gone. It’s over. Let me die.”

“No,” he jerked, as if you had hit him. His glasses slid sideways. His eyes were manic. “No, no, no, no! How can you not see?! It’s not over! I still have you!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

“I have you,” he repeated stubbornly. “And now there is no fucking way I’m letting you die. I’ll never let you die. You’re all I have left.”

You screamed. You thrashed. You didn’t understand a single word he was saying.

“You were always… always… always there for me,” Robert gasped. “You were my first friend. My only friend.  You were so kind to me, kinder than anyone ever was! You always talked to me, you binged three seasons with me, you told me I was cute, you were always there for me! This is destiny, don’t you see?! If I hadn’t copied you, you would really be gone! Forever! That… that was the plan all along!” and his grin grew wider “I saved you, Y/N. I saved you. I really did.”

And that was the first time he called you by your real name. You froze and stared into his eyes.

What you saw there terrified you more than anything you could read on Captain Daly's face.

You sat there on the floor the whole night. Robert clutched you to his chest, crying and laughing through sobbing, and you stroked his shoulder absentmindedly. He said something about getting you out of here, that he would find a way, that he already had a couple of ideas, that now everything would be different from now on, that he would never let you go. You didn't listen.

You lay dead far, far away from here, unaware that today Robert Daly had finally been kissed by the girl of his dreams.

[mechanicalprincette]

how does that fucking work

[radliftist]

your differently-abled Black trans lesbian DEI hire everyone! /s

context: Trump was blaming DEI (not his air traffic controller controller hiring freeze) for the plane/helicopter collision over Virginia

[autumngracy]

There have been 8 plane crashes/collisions since Trump took office.

Just days before the first of these incidents, when an AA passenger jet and Black Hawk helicopter collided over DC, killing everyone involved, the Trump administration had fired all the members of the Aviation Security Advisory Committee, which is charged with examining safety issues at airlines and airports.

And now, the Trump administration has begun firing several hundred Federal Aviation Administration employees.

Probationary workers were targeted in late night emails on Friday notifying them they had been fired, David Spero, president of the Professional Aviation Safety Specialists union, said in a statement. "It is shameful to toss aside dedicated public servants who have chosen to work on behalf of their fellow Americans," Spero said. "These employees were devoted to their jobs and the safety critical mission of the FAA. This draconian action will increase the workload and place new responsibilities on a workforce that is already stretched thin." The impacted workers include systems specialists, safety inspectors, maintenance mechanics, administrative staff and more, the union said. 

(via CBS)

[total-drama-brainrot]

Total Drama AU/Headcanon: Where everything is the same, except Noah is just as crazy/insane as Izzy and Eva, but he's much better at hiding it (with a sarcastic calm personality) ... Only Izzy, Eva and Owen know his true unhinged colors (and that's why they get along with him so well) .../// Duncan briefly saw it during the Total Drama Island Special Finale, when Duncan grabbed Noah's leg, but Noah escaped, and we didn't see HOW Noah escaped... In this AU, Noah bit Duncan's hand then gave Duncan a silent psychotic grin, which shocked Duncan and gave Noah time to escape (Noah basically pretending the bite and grin never happened) ... In TDWT, imagine if Alejandro ever found out that the sanest one on his Team is only PRETENDING to be sane! 😅

I've seen that one Scary!Noah AU floating about in the main tag lately, and I love the concept. There's so much that could be done with having someone like Noah (scarily smart, mostly motivated by either spite or The Bit, nerfed by his own laziness/apathy/hubris) have the added bonus of Going Apeshit sometimes. Either as a treat to himself, or as the natural consequence of his hidden nature.

It's like that "Izzy Isn't Crazy" theory, but in reverse. "Noah Is Crazy, He's Just Good At Masking".

In this AU, he and Izzy would get on like a house on fire.

Like recognises like, after all; Izzy would clock him as just as unhinged as herself at their first meeting, and probably confront him about his 'game plan' at the first chance she could (maybe that's why she was so quick to swap with Katie? A bid to get herself on the same team as Noah?). Noah would try to deny it at first, because he's supposed to be the 'lazy genius'- slipping from his allotted persona this soon into the competition would jeopardise his strategy!- but Izzy would reassure him that she can practically smell the crazy on him.

He'd live up to his title as 'The Schemer', by means of plotting pranks and other such events with Izzy. She'd use her status as the overt crazy girl to pull them off, and Noah would either help behind the scenes to abate his hunger for chaos, or live vicariously through Izzy's blatant mania whilst revelling in the fact that their plan(s) play out perfectly every time. Imagine how much better Izzy's bear suit prank would've been with a man on the inside- and now imagine how much better it would've been if Noah pretended to get eaten/mauled by bear!Izzy (using smuggled ketchup packets and A Lot Of Screaming to convince the Gophers of his demise)! (He'd play off the incident by blaming the whole thing on Izzy- saying she was the one who used the ketchup, and his screaming was just him being Rightfully Terrified of being eaten. Gotta keep up the charade!)

No one would suspect him either! Who would ever assume that slothful, apathetic Noah who complains about the trials and tribulations of 'hard work', 'effort' and 'physical activity' could be a friend and an accomplice to the unstoppable force of nature that is Izzy? He's always too busy shoving his nose into his book to ever consider befriending the crazy girl, there's no way Noah would even tolerate her! (/s)

I think he'd eventually reveal his true colours to Team E-scope plus Owen once their friendship is cemented off-screen. Noah isn't the trusting type (I'd clarify, but I'd end up writing a whole unrelated essay- maybe another time) and he's habitually secretive- his non-answers in the WT Character Interview and his Sierra-given title of "The Man of Mystery" attest to this- so he'd need to know that his friends are really his friends before letting himself be vulnerable/transparent with them, since any 'friendships' made on Total Drama always run the risk of being a ploy/fake. It is a social game, after all.

As for the Duncan Incident. Having Noah bite people is going to turn into a running gag for me at this point, because it's so fucking hilarious to imagine him in a scenario where he's forced/pressured into violence and immediately starts chomping down on someone. This weasel boy wasn't built for punches and kicks but On God can he use those pearly whites to cause some damage. (The human jaw has a surprisingly strong bite force. Noah absolutely knows this.)

I'd also like to suggest that Noah rips himself out of his cargo shorts after biting Duncan, leaving the punk with a bleeding handful of nerd shorts and an open wound for his troubles. He'd already let go of Noah by that point too; it's hard to maintain your grip on anything when you've got a manic bookworm tearing away at the tendons in your hands. So he's just sat there, terrified and concerned, nursing the throbbing, sluggishly bleeding bitemark on his hand and wondering how Noah managed to contort his usually stoic facial features into a grin so wild and feral.

And Noah races back to Izzy and Eva, face and teeth splattered in Duncan's blood, sans cargo shorts. Neither of them question it; Izzy has an idea of what he's done, since Noah's smugness levels have risen at least three tiers and he's smiling almost contentedly to himself, and Eva has learned how to Mind Her Own Business when it comes to Izzy and Noah's eccentricities (though she often shoots inquisitive looks towards Noah's red-painted face).

Then in World Tour? Alejandro is suffering. Noah's the only person on his team who isn't lacking braincells and/or completely unhinged (or so he thinks), and as such he's the latino's only lifeline to sanity on the forsaken jet. So when Duncan returns in London and seems scared of the harmless bookworm? That's concerning.

Assuming that Noah's a wee bit more savvy in this AU thanks to his subterfuge experience in Island, he probably wouldn't be as outwardly apparent in his distrust of Alejandro during the challenge- either that, or he'd be enjoying torturing Tyler too much to think about how much of an eel Alejandro is. So Alejandro wouldn't have any reason to want to eliminate him, if anything he'd be motivated to keep him around, if only to act as a buffer between himself and the idiocy of Team Chris.

Duncan's re-introduction and allocation to the team would be Alejandro's first inkling into the fact that Noah is more than he seems. When the delinquent is ushered to stand next to Alejandro and Noah, his pupils contract into pinpricks or terror, and his attention flickers between the aloof cynic to his side and an oval-shaped scar on his hand. The cynic shoots Duncan a friendly smile (Alejandro ignores how the smile doesn't quite reach Noah's eyes) and the punk turns sheet white.

Alejandro doesn't know what to make of it.

[just-a-pileofslime]

Flight 5342

I wanted to write something to remember those lost on Flight 5342. As a skater myself this whole event has really shaken me and my heart goes out to those who were personally affected, to the families who are no longer whole, and to all the people who are no longer with us. This poem is for them.

How does one mourn over 60 people?

People who just like you had lives and dreams

Families and passions

Over 60 people who had loved ones waiting for them to come home

Over 60 people who were almost home

Over 60 people who suddenly were gone. 

How does one mourn for people they haven’t met?

People who we only see on the news

People we only read about in articles

People who were skaters, athletes, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters and mothers and fathers

Just like us. 

We mourn because they were human, just like us

Because they were alive and loved and beautiful

Full of talent and passion

Hopes and dreams and ever growing curiosity

The future of a nation

The people of a nation

All snuffed out in an instant

Returned to stardust. 

We carry their memory with us all

And maybe our togetherness, our community

Will make this festering burden ache a little less. 

Grief is endless

And we will never truly heal

The world shakes at this loss and we will feel the vibrations for forever

But new layers will eventually form

And that grief will eventually callous

And hurt a little less. 

Someday, those who are left behind will also return to stardust

And be reunited in the cosmos. 

[empathiie]

@forgottenelegies | Natalie & Maysilee.

"I know it sounds totally bizarre, but I'm not supposed to be here," Natalie says to the other. "My team and I were on a plane that crashed in the Canadian wilderness. That's where I was before I ended up here," She frowns. "Now I have to integrate myself back into normal society and I'm not quite sure how."

[failure-girl-fuyu]

i feel empty, but not the pleasant empty. i feel like i died and no one found my body, my spirit still roams around despite everything. i feel like im invisible to everyone and that they just dont care, i dont like this

[kcrabb88]

Conspiracy theorists on the internet are like WHY IS THERE A BLACK HAWK FLYING NEAR DCA HUH?? HUH?? Like they've said something clever. Says to me they know nothing about DC, helicopters are around all the time, including Black Hawks. What IS you know, notable, is that the last time a Black Hawk fucked up was during the 2020 George Floyd protests when they flew low to the ground to scare protestors (and flew low enough near where I live that I wondered if they were about to land on my roof). This was obviously less of an intentional fuck up, but truly I cannot express that no matter how congested DCA is (and it is) the airspace around here is sooo tightly controlled and I'm flabbergasted this happened. I dunno how it happened, but I imagine we'll learn more in the coming days.