#video of plane crash tonight

[mahdiha201]

Dozens of bodies recovered after American Airlines plane, military helicopter collide near airport

ARLINGTON, Va. —

An American Airlines plane and an Army helicopter collided Wednesday night near Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport.

WHAT WE KNOW SO FAR » American Eagle Flight 5342 (Wichita, Kansas, to DCA) collides with military helicopter. » 64 people on board flight; three soldiers on board helicopter training flight. » Helicopters requested from Maryland State Police; MSP also deployed divers. » Call came in at 8:48 p.m., first responders arrived within 10 minutes. » Reagan National Airport to reopen at 11 a.m. Thursday. Flights not impacted at Dulles or BWI-Marshall. Read more..

[atzjieun]

crash landing

summary | jieun tries her best to avoid temptation, which is incredibly difficult when there’s a devil (wooyoung) on her shoulder

date | july 2024

contains | 1.7k words, fluff

note | inspired by the ateez airport departure videos 😭

Flight days were never Jieun’s favourite. 

She’d grown accustomed to flying after years of travelling to different countries for schedules, but there was something about airports that never really sat right with her. Maybe it was the stress of making sure her carry-ons were the right weight, or the long wait times. Either way, she couldn’t wait to get on the plane. 

The moment she walked through the airport doors, Jieun was greeted by a barrage of cameras and microphones in her face. She closed her eyes as multiple shutters began going off, blinded by all the flashes. 

No. This had to be it. 

Luckily, it wasn’t long before their bodyguards began motioning for people to back away, creating a path in the middle of the crowd. One of their managers went ahead, leading the way through the sea of people with the members following close behind. 

Jieun felt a slight tug on the back of her sweater. Looking over, she noticed Yunho standing right beside her, hand placed on the nape of her neck. His gaze scanned the crowd for a moment before he looked down at her and with a small smile, offered his arm. Although covered by her mask, the corners of her mouth tugged upward as she linked arms with the older man. They made their way through the crowd together, occasionally waving to the fans that called their names from the sidelines. 

Although she’d initially rejected his offers, Jieun had become accustomed to linking arms with Yunho whenever they walked through crowded areas. It started a few months after debut, with their growing popularity resulting in heavier crowds as time went on. At some point, Yunho had made it a habit to keep contact with Jieun to ensure her safety, whether it be holding onto her hand, her shirt, or through linking their arms. She wasn’t extremely bothered by crowds, if anything it was just a bit uncomfortable, but it was clear that the small gesture gave Yunho a bit of extra reassurance, so she humoured him. 

The swim through the crowd wasn’t long as they quickly made their way to the check-in area. Once out of the crowd, Jieun unlooped her arm from Yunho’s and reached into her pocket to pull out her phone. She opened her text conversation with Sunwoo, sending him a quick message. 

Me: good luck at your concert! i’m so sorry i couldn’t attend :( 

Sunwoo’s reply came almost instantly. 

Sunwoo: it’s ok, you’re here in spirit :)  Sunwoo: thanks for the snack basket btw Sunwoo: the members finished everything already 😐

Wooyoung walked up to the girl and rested his head on her shoulder as he looked down at her phone. 

“Who ya texting?” 

“Sunwoo,” she answered without looking up. 

Me: i’ll get a bigger basket next time 😭

“Ah, right. They have a concert tonight, don’t they?” 

Jieun nodded, letting out a small sigh. Sunwoo had told her about their concert long before it was announced to the public, surely breaking some rules in the process. She’d been excited initially, but it seemed that luck wasn’t on their side as her flight was scheduled on the same day and there wouldn’t be enough time if she tried taking a later one. The two groups’ tours also overlapped too much, so she wouldn’t even be able to see the concert in a different city later on if she wanted to. 

Wooyoung picked up on the way her shoulders seemed to droop after his question, mouth lowering into a frown. 

“Sucks that we had to leave today,” he said, to which she nodded. Wooyoung stood up straight and let out a small gasp. She looked over her shoulder to see a grin spreading across the man’s face. “You know what will make you feel better?” 

Jieun raised her eyebrows slightly, silently questioning him. Wooyoung reached behind him and grabbed his luggage, holding it out to her with a wide grin. She let out a single chuckle as she looked down at the luggage, shaking her head. Wooyoung had been talking about his new luggage for weeks, bragging about how he’d be able to ride around in style while everyone else would have to walk, in his words, like peasants. 

“C’mon, try it out!” Wooyoung exclaimed. “It’s so fun- look.” He pulled up the handle of the luggage before taking a seat. Jieun stepped out of the way as Wooyoung started riding around the waiting area, much to the amusement of the reporters and fansites that began clicking photos. 

After a couple laps, Wooyoung rode back to where Jieun was standing and hopped off his luggage. He motioned for her to get on, though the girl shook her head. 

“It’s ok, I’m good,” she said, causing Wooyoung to frown.

“Boo, you’re no fun.” 

Jieun rolled her eyes lightheartedly and shook her head. She glanced towards a few of the fansites waiting on the sidelines, waving to the few that she recognized. 

After a couple minutes of waiting, she felt a buzz in her pocket and reached to grab her phone. 

Sunwoo: Wooyoung’s right, you’re no fun

She looked up from her phone to see Wooyoung on his, a smirk settled on his face as he typed away.

“Did you seriously snitch on me to Sunwoo because I didn’t wanna ride the luggage kart?” 

Wooyoung glanced up at the girl with a casual expression and lazily shrugged before looking back down at his phone. Her eyes narrowed at the man before she typed out a response.

Me: wtf Sunwoo: 🤷

She glanced over at Wooyoung, his attention turned toward the other members as he tried convincing Yunho to try out the luggage as well. The latter eventually gave in and took a seat on Wooyoung’s luggage. Jieun watched as Wooyoung showed him how to use the controls before Yunho went off to take the luggage for a spin. Yeosang, having bought the same luggage, joined and followed Yunho around. 

“Looks fun, right?” Wooyoung said from where he stood beside her. Jieun’s eyes remained forward, purposefully avoiding the man’s eyes. “C’mon, Eun-ah, you know you want to.” 

As if on cue, Yunho rode back to where the rest of the members were standing and got off the luggage. He handed it back to Wooyoung, who looked at Jieun with raised eyebrows as he awaited her response. 

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. After a few seconds of contemplation, Jieun let out a long, tired sigh and nodded. A wide smile spread across Wooyoung’s face as he pushed the luggage toward her. 

“Ok, ok, sit.” 

Unenthusiastically, Jieun took a seat on the luggage and placed her feet on both sides. She watched as Wooyoung showed her each button, how to steer, and which ones to speed up and slow down. 

“Got it?” he asked excitedly. Jieun gave a small hum in response. “Ok, let’s go.” 

Although hesitant at first, Jieun began slowly moving forward as she got used to the controls. She travelled forward a few metres before taking a U-turn and moving back. Jieun made a lap of the empty area before Yeosang put his own luggage into motion and started following the girl.  

Together, the two rode around the waiting area as their members looked on in amusement. Jieun smiled as she made laps, grateful for the mask covering her enthusiasm so she wouldn’t have to admit that Wooyoung had been, at least partially, right. She made a mental note to check out the link that Wooyoung had sent later.

However, as she turned to go back to the rest of the group, Jieun accidentally pressed the acceleration. In a quick attempt to slow herself down, she pressed on the brake, but the sudden halt caught Yeosang off-guard, who had been trailing behind her. He didn’t have enough time to stop, causing the two to crash into each other. Yeosang managed to remain steady and jumped up to avoid falling, but Jieun wasn’t so lucky. The suitcase tipped over, causing Jieun to lose her balance and fall to the ground before she had a chance to catch herself. Gasps echoed throughout the room. 

The members, who had been watching the whole time, were split between bursting into laughter and concern as a few of them went to help her up. Jieun stayed on the ground for a second, processing what just happened before she felt Seonghwa’s hand on her arm. 

“You ok, Eunnie?” he asked as she took his hand, helping her stand up. Jieun nodded and brushed herself off. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” She let out a dry laugh as blood rushed to her face. 

“Ah, Jieun, I’m sorry,” Yeosang said with a soft expression. “Are you ok?” 

Jieun blinked at the boy as she nodded sheepishly. 

“Don’t worry, I’m ok,” she reassured. Jieun reached over and picked the suitcase up off the ground, rolling it over to Wooyoung who was still bent over in laughter. “You can have it back now.” 

Wooyoung let out a sigh and stood up straight, wiping a tear away as he took the suitcase back from her. 

“Thank you. That was great, really. Thank you for that.” 

Jieun closed her eyes, breathing in for four seconds before slowly exhaling to calm herself down. After a couple cycles of this, she shook her head and let out a small chuckle. Maybe she didn’t need a new suitcase after all. 

bonus: 

A content sigh left Jieun’s lips as she slumped into one of the lounge chairs. They weren’t the most comfortable, but she was just grateful for the chance to sit and relax for a bit after going through customs and security. She put her airpods into her ears, about to close her eyes when the sound of an incoming text caught her attention. Jieun looked down at her phone to see who had messaged her.

Sunwoo: nice crash landing Sunwoo: [view attachment]

Jieun froze at the opened chat, staring down at the video playing on the screen. After a few seconds, her head slowly raised, and she stared at her members with a cold expression.

“Which one of you sent this video to Sunwoo?"

taglist: @teezingsiyeon

[girlsdads]

prompt: daniel watches the video of max with the microphone 😳

(video in question. this spiraled into… something. you decide whether that’s a good or bad thing 🫢)

It’s a bad idea, Daniel knows, as he lays belly down on the firm hotel mattress, pillow propped under his chest, and opens Twitter. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, exactly—maybe just some validation that he can still fucking drive, after today. He’s full of a buzzing sort of anxious energy as his feed loads, and with it, a video of Max.

His thumb hovers for a beat too long—the clip starts playing on mute. It’s from earlier, after the race, Max’s broad body filling up two thirds of the frame. Checo’s mouth moving over on the left. Max nodding along, grinning. The clip loops, and that’s when Daniel notices.

Max holds a small mic loosely in his right hand. His thumb is—he’s swiping it back and forth over the pop filter, rubbing it with his fingertip. Daniel watches the Max on screen realize what he’s doing, watches his smirk grow as he rubs his finger in a quick circle against the mic. He turns his body toward the camera, holds the mic in front of himself, rubs the flat of 3 fingers over it. The clip loops. Daniel’s throat is dry.

He doesn’t know how long he lays there, watching the clip replay. He can’t make himself scroll past it. His skin feels hot, itchy, like everything underneath has been replaced with a swarm of bees. Max thumbs the mic like he would the head of a cock; his own, or maybe—fuck.

Daniel knows that Max is—that he likes guys, too. Max had told him so himself, back when he first came up to Red Bull—an almost sharp-edged admission, like he was daring Daniel to be uncomfortable.

He also knows that Max has brought men home before, that he sometimes prefers it, after a race especially. Max had told him that too, so unabashed it had made Daniel’s stomach flip.

Daniel looks over at the other bed, the blankets still rumpled from the way Max had kicked them aside early this morning. Max is out tonight, celebrating. He could bring someone back if Daniel wasn’t—if he hadn’t—

They’d shared Max’s plane on the way here, and it had been the longest uninterrupted time he’d spent with him in months. Max had been soft in one of his oversized hoodies, relaxed and happy, laughing at Daniel’s jokes—Daniel knew he must be fucking glowing. Fuck, everyone had to be able to see it. Daniel felt like he could keep the goddamn plane in the air with the way Max’s attention made him buoyant. They’d touched down in Bahrain, and the thought of parting ways with Max became imminently devastating. Daniel found himself suggesting a shared hotel room and Max—agreed? For some reason. It will be like old times, Max had said, his smile bright and wide.

Old times—Daniel thinks, now, as the clip loops once more. Old times when Daniel would’ve been the one celebrating, would’ve fucked someone in their shared room, in the bed right next to Max’s, would’ve tried not to regret making Max crash with Charles.

Daniel doesn’t want to think about Max bringing some guy to their room, pushing him down into those rumpled sheets that probably—fuck—probably smell like Max, getting him naked, teasing just the tip of his cock with one blunt, clean fingernail, making him shake and moan, all while Daniel is—watching? No—fuck, they’d make him leave. Of course he wouldn’t—

Daniel doesn’t know how many times the clip has looped. His cock is hard against the mattress. Video-Max’s thumb circles. Daniel’s hips twitch. He rolls onto his back and shoves his briefs off. Precome is already sticky on his belly by the time he gets a thumb on himself. Just his thumb at the tip, loose grip on his shaft, tight circles. How Max would do it, if he were here, if Daniel begged him for it, maybe—

His thighs are shaking now, opening and closing on their own as he presses his thumb into his slit, gets it soaked and slippery, swipes back and forth again and again and again—

Several things happen at once. The clip loops. The keycard reader whirs. And—

“Daniel?”

Max’s voice, hoarse from the smoky air of whatever club he came from. Daniel squeezes his eyes shut and comes, gasping. The phone slips from his grasp as he shivers through his orgasm, the screen smacking him in the nose before it bounces to the mattress.

It’s a moment before he realizes—the video sound is on. His fucking nose maximized the clip, volume now fully blasting.

Max’s raspy voice again—

“Is that—are you jerking off to a video of Checo?”

[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.

[twopoppies]

gina, a few years ago, a very famous country singer here in brazil died in a tragic plane crash. it was horrible. she was really young, only twenty four, i guess, and her autopsy pictures were leaked. in a very sad, tragic irony of life, she had once tweeted something about how people in the media are invasive to the point that she felt afraid of the day she’d die. and horribly, when she passed, they violated her like that. people are cruel, really cruel, and they really show their faces at times like these.

if you’re out there leaking liam’s pictures, violating him like that, know that you’re cruel. i wish you the very worst.

if you’re out there chasing one of the boys, know that you’re cruel. and daft. i wish you the very worst, too. fucking vulture.

i feel like everyone is a bloodsucker, you know? this industry will take everything from you and then some. it’s so infuriating. how can something be so broken.

i rewatched the music for a sushi restaurant video tonight. harry really put his finger right in the wound with that one. i can’t help but feel like all that he said in his most recent zane lowe interview about how fickle this industry is, how it loves you back when you’re valuable, but the minute you’re no longer enough, it discards you; is so poignant right now. i feel like what is happening right now is an echo of his words.

I really feel everything you’ve said so deeply. The people in charge in the music industry only car about making money. As long as you’re successful, and winning awards, and making the labels money, they love you. But you’re so quickly yesterday’s garbage when you can’t meet their ever-increasing expectations.

[lfghughes]

Heaven Can’t Help Me Now | Trevor

a/n: hahahaha i loved writing this and somehow my emotions are all over the place with the chaos this is.

“Trevor, I just want to sleep. Please shut up.” You grumbled as you shifted in your plane seat away from him. He had been nonstop talking since the moment you two had met up at five a.m for this trip and he was driving you insane. “Clearly someone is not a morning person.” He huffed as he grabbed one of the airplane blankets, unfolding it and placing it over you. “Here, get comfortable.” His words made you open your eyes just slightly and you noticed him shifting  in his seat so you could basically use him as a pillow. “Finally you’re being useful.” You grumbled as you tucked yourself into his side, his arm going around you. 

That was really the last thing you remembered because you fell asleep quickly but once the plane landed and you had to wake up you were in a much better mood. You stretched out your body, excited to get off this plane and finally use your legs on solid ground. “Is the princess more approachable now?” Trevor teased and you just rolled your eyes. The first stop after the plane trip was the hotel you two would be staying at and then you knew the other boys would meet up with you there.

As you walked into the hotel room you two would be sharing a look of confusion grew on your face. “Oh did you end up getting a separate room?” Back home you two had decided you were both okay with sharing a room and just getting two full beds but this was clearly just a one king bed. “Shit, no. I booked the two beds.” Trevor cursed as he looked through his phone at the reservations he made. “It’s fine, I’m sure Jack or Cole will let me crash in their bed.” 

All you could do was shrug in response and then you decided suddenly that it wasn’t a big deal. This was Trevor. You had just used him as a body pillow on the plane. “I mean we can share not a big deal. Just don’t hog the blankets, snore, or take up the whole bed. Also I don’t know if you sleep naked but you won’t be tonight.” You listed off the rules. Trevor nodded his head and it looked like you two were in agreement. “I’m going to check if the other boys are here.”

“Okay, I’m going to call Jamie and let him know we’re here safe.” As soon as Trevor exited the room, you called Jamie and it didn’t take long for him to respond. “Hey, we got here safe. Miss you already.” You playfully pouted on the video chat and he laughed. “Miss you too but I’m glad you both got there safely. Hey, real quick, is Trevor with you?” He asked and you shook your head. At this response he continued on “When you get back do you think we could talk about last night?”

“Yeah, of course.” You knew you both needed to talk about this and you weren’t about to avoid this conversation. Before either of you could say more the bedroom door opened and all three boys stumbled in and they were loud as always. “Bye Jamie, talk to you later.” You waved and the three boys came over to the camera to wave goodbye. The rest of the afternoon was fun, you got to go out with all the boys and you got a good laugh at their coordinating outfits, taking photos for them to post.

After that you all also decided to go out for some drinks and it was genuinely one of the most fun nights you had in a while. You were also very aware of the cameras consistently around recording and taking pictures and you knew that there would be a wildfire of rumors later on because there was going to be plenty of videos of Trevor with an arm around you or his hand in yours.

It was close to two am when both of you had stumbled back into your hotel room in a pitch of giggles. “Alright, let me go get changed.” You told him as you went to the bathroom, changing into much more comfortable sleep clothes before sliding into the bed. Both of you laid there in silence until Trevor turned the tv on. Of course the peacefulness didn’t last long as he purposely started to annoy you. He tugged most of the blankets onto his side, one of the main rules you gave him.

“Trevor, you’re hogging blankets.” You complained as you tried tugging them back and a giggle left your lips as his arm swooped you up and closer to him. “What are you cold, baby girl?” He teased, man did you really hate him sometimes. Okay, definitely not hate but he knew how to be annoying that was for sure. You were very aware suddenly of how his arm was still around and how his body curled around you. 

“This is much more comfortable.” He whispered and again you felt that thump in your heart like you had the night before with Jamie. You shifted your body so you could look at him and he didn’t look like he was anywhere ready to go to sleep. Instead his hand went to the side of your face as he leaned over, pressing his lips on yours. There wasn’t much thinking on your end except well Trevor was a really good kisser and you didn’t want to stop.

Your lips moved against his as he shifted his body so he was slightly hovering over you. The kiss was somehow between cautious and passionate and as his hands explored your body, it felt like you were suddenly on fire. You knew you two had been making out for a long while when you pulled away. “We should go to sleep, Z or else neither of us are making it out of this bed tomorrow morning.” You pointed out and he let out a small groan of frustration.

“I would definitely be okay with staying in bed with you tomorrow all day.” He pointed out but moved back over onto his side of the bed, still pulling you to his body. Again you sank into him comfortably but once he had fallen asleep with his arm around you was when the reality hit you of the situation. Jamie had almost kissed you yesterday and just now you had made out with Trevor. What in the hell did you just get yourself into?

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Barry was starting to wish he had bought a suitcase with a handlebar and wheels. Lup and Taako's apartment was on the third story up and, much like Lup had told him, the elevator was still in its constant state of disrepair. At the very least, a suitcase with a handlebar would be easier to lug up here. His back was already aching from the ride over (his body was not fit for airplane seats anymore) and this certainly wasn't helping.

But it'd be worth it. Tonight, for the first time ever, he and Lup would meet face-to-face. And Taako too. He was excited to see Taako. He had heard lots of good things about Taako. But he had never really talked to the guy outside of voice or video calls with him in the background and Barry- well, he had a soft spot for Lup.

That's what he told Magnus, at least, when he bought the plane ticket. Leaving Magnus to housesit didn't seem like a great plan, but Barry had no one else to turn to. Asking his coworkers felt weird and approaching any of his neighbors with the idea seemed even worse. Magnus, at the very least, was capable of fixing anything he broke. Probably. And was willing to do it for free as long as he was allowed to bring his dogs with him (he was, but Barry was very much hoping he didn't have to clean dog slobber off anything when he got back).

Magnus had seemed… uncertain about his plan. Flying halfway across the country without telling the other person you'd be there was, admittedly, not always a good idea. But Barry had planned this through. He and Lup had talked a lot about meeting up one day. What they'd want to do together, where they'd go, the plans they had. She offered to let him crash on the couch and Barry was 100% okay with that. It saved on hotel costs, at least.

And Lup loved surprises! Most of the time! Lup loved the surprises that Barry came up with, at least.

Barry paused at the third story, leaning against the wall to try to get his breathing under control. He had tried to only pack essentials, but that had quickly turned into "oh, I wanna show Lup this thing in person" and, "oh, Lup wanted to have this but I forgot to mail it to her", and "oh, Lup would-", et cetera, et cetera.

After a minute, he finally got his breathing under control. He straightened up and his back popped in at least four different places. Pathetically, he started dragging his suitcase down the hall. 310, 311, 312…

113. Lup and Taako's apartment.

Barry knocked before he could start overthinking it.

Lup would be happy to see him, right? Right. Definitely. She was cool like that.

Seconds ticked by. Barry fanned himself, suddenly feeling too hot. It was from bringing the suitcase up, that's all. He wasn't nervous. He lov- he liked Lup a lot and he wanted to make a good first impression. Second impression? He wasn't sure what it was when you've been talking to someone for years but have only just now seen them in real life.

It must have been a full minute by now. Barry raised his hand, trying to figure out if it'd be a good idea to knock again, but the door opened before he could make up his mind.

It was Taako. All of his opening plans came crashing to a halt. He opened his mouth and just kind of made a strangled sound. He cleared his throat and went to try again, or at least try to ask if Lup was home, but-

"Barry?" Taako asked.

"Yeah," Barry said, hopefully sounding confident and casual. It came out a little like he was choking down a jolly rancher.

"Fuck," Taako said. He shut the door in Barry's face.

Barry… didn't know what to do in this situation. He was hoping for a "hey!" or maybe even an "it's Barry!". This was so wildly off-script from what he had imagined he didn't know how to move forward. Luckily, Taako opened the door again and practically pulled him inside before shutting it again.

The inside of the apartment was warm and cozy and exactly what Barry thought it would be. He recognized the couch where he and Lup often had long conversations via the internet. He could see the beginnings of the kitchen as Taako pulled him further inside. A man popped out from one of the other rooms. Barry vaguely recognized him as Taako's boyfriend. Kravitz, he was pretty sure.

"Barry?" Kravitz said incredulously.

"Hey," Barry said. Taako steered him towards the couch. It was so soft.

"But Lup-" Kravitz started.

"We're getting there," Taako said. He was standing in front of Barry now as Barry sat on the couch. Kravitz leaned over the edge of the sofa. Taako took a deep breath. "Okay. So. Wanna tell me what the fuck you're doing at our apartment, Barold?"

"Uhm," Barry said. "Visting?"

"Visting me?" Taako said.

"I mean," Barry said. "I- I would definitely like to hang out with you too, but, uhm-"

"Lup," Taako sighed. He rubbed at his temples, as if he was developing a headache. "Okay, Barry, I'm gonna need you and Lup to get like, a shared calendar or maybe like- any type of clear communication, 'cus she's not here."

"Like, she's at work, or-?"

"Lup got on a plane at nine AM this morning," Taako said, "to go to fuckin' Maine! to visit your sorry ass."

"Ah," Barry said. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Sure, yeah, okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. This was fine. This was normal. This was an everyday thing to him. He was pretty sure stuff like this happened all the time.

"You," Taako said, "are gonna call Lup and tell her she's a dumbass."

"I'm not gonna call Lup a-"

"She'll call you," Taako said. "'Cus you're both real fucking stupid, y'know that? Like, if you're gonna visit your partner then at least call before you show up-!"

"We're not- we're not dating," Barry said, blushing despite himself.

"Uh-huh," Taako said. "Sure."

"We're not!" Barry said. It seemed Lup and Taako had the same "I don't believe that at all" face.

His phone started ringing. Taako's look intensified at the I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston ringtone. Barry's face got even hotter.

"It's a good song," he insisted, struggling to get the phone out of his pocket. The caller ID showed up as Lup.

"Answer the fucking phone, Barold," Taako said.

Barry sighed, answering it. He pressed it up against his ear, unsure if he wanted to laugh or cry at Lup's voice. Maybe both.

"So, uhhhh, we've got a problem," Lup said.

Definitely both.

[adamsvanrhijn]

ugh i wanted to go to taylor swift club night but there's a cover and none of my friends can go... and i was thinking i would follow it up at the gay bar but they have a sold out show tonight. and my knee hurts. so plane crash videos it is

[onlythebravest]

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[sweetwhispersofchaos]

Eject Chapter 5

Story Summary: Ejecting from your plane in the face of danger? Expected. Forbidden love amongst pilots? Not so much. Will they bond or will this break them for good?

Chapter Summary: a plane hangar, a lot of emotions, and an injury

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace All the Daggers, Mav x Penny, Amelia, OC’s

Warnings: Language, Assault (not by a major character), Injury, Eventual smut, Alcohol consumption, smoking, discussions of mental health. (It’s a rollercoaster. You’ve been warned.)

Chapter Word Count: 3538

Eject Masterlist

I do not own anything except the original characters.

The night sky over the ocean was Roosters favorite. Absolutely nothing beat floating on a carrier with the waves crashing below you and a never-ending blanket of stars sprinkled across the dark sky above. He could always count on the motion of the ship, the smell of the sea breeze, and the calming sky to help him do his best thinking. Or not think if he needed to let his mind go blank. Tonight, he was choosing the latter.

He was cleared from medical after a few stitches. No major damage, miraculously. Lots of bruises and small cuts and he was going to feel all of this in the days to come, but he survived. Physically at least.

Maverick stayed with him through the whole exam but no matter how much he coaxed Bradley, he refused to talk to the old man. They had so much they needed to discuss and work through but the pain he felt in his heart was too distracting in that moment to open old wounds. The new ones were too fresh. Sometimes, it was better to just let a sleeping dog lie. He needed to be alone, in open space, without noise or lights or talking.

As soon as medical cleared him he made a beeline for the showers. The only person in his room was Bob, but bless the bespeckled man, he said nothing to Rooster as he entered their quarters. Bob looked up from his magazine long enough to nod to Rooster, then went back to reading. Rooster threw on shorts and a NAVY t-shirt along with his running shoes and made his way up to the top deck. The moment he stepped out into the windy night he felt a huge weight lifted from his body. The claustrophobia of his own mind releasing on the whisper of the blowing wind. He inhaled the sea breeze and winced at the pain in his rib cage. Damn bruises.

The deck was quiet for the most part. He could see some crew about 20 yards away rolling lines but otherwise it was deserted. Rooster began walking slowly towards the back of the ship. He stopped just a few feet from the end of the runway, contemplating going the rest of the distance to put his legs over the edge, but someone might find that startling if they saw him, so decided against it. Rooster sat down then laid back flat to the tarmac, his hands coming to rest on his chest, fingers interlaced. He stared at the sky, counting the stars, and sending silent thanks to his parents for looking over him today.

How he wished in that moment he could hop on a computer and video chat with Carole Bradshaw. She was always so wise when it came to matters of the heart. Her over the top personality always snapped him out of his funks as well. She would have known exactly what to say in this moment. His eyes closed as single tears escaped out of his eyes and trailed slowly down his face towards his hair line. God, he missed that woman.

Lost in thought, he missed the sound of footsteps approaching him. Suddenly a throat was cleared from behind him, and Rooster shot up to a seated position and turned to see Bobs slim figure standing in the dark. He wiped his face quickly with the back of his hand and saw the shine of glasses in the dark.

“Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I can go?” Bob stuttered out as he picked at the hem of his t-shirt.

“No man, its ok. No worries. What’s up?”

“Mind if I sit?” Bob asked and Rooster waved a hand in the air next to him as an invitation. Bob came to sit beside him, tucking his knees up and wrapping his arms around them. He stared out to the endless dark in front of them and for a while neither said anything.

Finally, Rooster decided to break the silence. “I fucked up big, didn’t I?”

Bob dropped his head, obviously at war with himself and whether to answer the question or not. Finally, he huffed out a ragged breath and nodded his head yes. He looked over at Rooster with the saddest puppy dog eyes and spoke “She was terrified.” And Bradley’s heart sank.

“I don’t pretend to know her that well. We just met three weeks ago. You obviously have a strong history with her. But” Bob drew in a long breath and adjusted his glasses, “Ejecting from a crashing plane forced us to get to know each other quickly. I’ve talked to her enough in the last three weeks to figure out that all of her trust is based on what happens in the air. That bird strike really shook her trust in herself. I did some quick talking to bring her down off the ledge after that.”

“I knew she was just fronting that she was fine.” Rooster said into the wind.

“Oh for sure. She’s a very stubborn woman. However, I’ve also figured out that down here on earth, she trusts nothing and no one. She told me about her mom leaving, her brother’s murder, and her Dad being a deadbeat. She’s never relied on anyone for anything, just herself. When she’s in the air she trusts her plane, her skill and training, and luckily for me, the person in the back seat. She also has to trust the other pilots around her. If they’re competent at their job. She told me about a few duds she’s had over the years.”

Rooster nodded his head in agreement. He knew some of those fuck ups.

Bob continued shaking his head as he spoke. “Today though. Shew. You abused her trust. At least in her eyes. And it damn near unraveled her after we landed back here on the carrier. I didn’t think ‘Nix could be anything other than steadfast. Strong. But the fear I saw in her eyes, the shaking of her hands. The sheer rage that radiated off her body was something else. She was a woman at complete war. It was,” he paused, and Rooster looked over at Bob, watching him search for the word he was looking for.

“Rooster. It was heart breaking to watch. I felt helpless. Because I know, at least to some degree, how she feels for you. She gave me the Readers Digest version of your past lives together. I’m not a worldly man, my experiences with love involve parking at a creek in high school or bar flies once I joined the Navy.” He snorted at this, and Rooster looked over at Bob with a quirked expression of mild shock on his face. He could see Bob’s slight blush as he stammered “Uh, yeah. That’s discussion for another time. Anyways.” Rooster just let out a soft chuckle and turned his gaze back to the abyss.

Bob’s smile dropped as he went on. “So, what I mean is. She may put up this hard front, but she needs you man. I can tell by the way she talks, the way she looks at you. You are her center of gravity and today she came close to losing that, and it scared the shit out of her. For the first time in what I’m guessing is a long time, someone she truly loves almost left her, again. And it damn near knocked her off her axis.”

Bob stood then, putting his hands in his pants pockets, and turning to face Rooster. Rooster looked up at him, noticing Bob pull out a hand and offer it to him. He took it and stood, facing the WSO and his searing eyes.

“My advice? Go. Find her. Hash it out. I don’t care how hard she may come across; she’s falling apart inside and you’re the only one I think can fully fix it. Don’t sit out here and let her tear herself apart over this. It may not work out the way you want, but she needs someone else to come and rescue her for once.”

The men stood, staring at each other for a few moments, then Bob nodded his head and walked away, leaving Rooster standing alone, continuing to stare out into the dark. Then his body shuddered violently, and he put both hands on his knees. With a strained sob he began vomiting on the deck, which hurt like a bitch to his ribs and shoulders. Shit, he knew he needed Mav but going back for him was so dumb, and Bob tried to warn him with his head shake in the air. Rooster just assumed she would understand.

He stood and wiped his mouth with the inside of the neck of his shirt, his breath heavy and labored as he continued to spat the bile from his mouth. He folded his hands on top of his head and began to pace. Talk about a damn war. In the midst of being some real-life god-damned heroes, two people who had faced insurmountable odds in their fucked-up lives were now at war with each other even though they loved each other.

They were a fucking melodrama and it made him seethe. He was pissed at her past, pissed at his, pissed that this could be so different if they were completely stable people and not adrenaline junkies who faced their demons in a very dangerous manner.

Ok, he thought. Ok, we’re going to do this. He was going to face her and drag this out however long it took to work through. He wasn’t leaving this carrier in two days without some sort of resolve to their relationship, whatever that might be.

Rooster decided to go brush his teeth and find her. He turned on his heel and made way for the door back inside, a look of dark determination crossing his brow. It was time to fly or eject forever.

*****

Halo wasn’t sure where Phoenix was. She wasn’t in the exercise room or the ready room or the mess. Rooster wandered the halls, trying to think of different places she might be, asking a few along the way if they had seen her, to no avail. After half an hour of searching he leaned his back to the wall in a deserted hallway and blew a long, exasperated breath into the void.

Damn Bob for putting him on this trajectory. All that talk about trust had his heart racing now. He needed her to trust him again, no matter what it took.

Wait. Trust.

Suddenly Rooster knew where she was. What was the one constant that she always trusted? The thing that gave her control and power and strength.

Her plane.

He stood and began to jog down the empty corridor towards the stairs. He was racing up to the hangar in the middle of the ship. She was his center of gravity as well and he could feel her tugging him right to her.

*****

The hangar was dimly lit when he ascended the last set of steps. His stride never faltered as he knew right where her plane would be. The general vicinity at least. As he grew closer, he saw her. The canopy of her plane was raised, and she was sitting in the cockpit, staring straight ahead, not moving. He came to a halt under the nose of Paybacks plane, just across from hers, and stared at her, not knowing what his next move should be. He waited for what felt like an eternity before her gaze lowered to meet his. Nat’s eyes were red, her face dirty and wet, her hair a tangled mess. She was still in her flight suit. Had she been down here this whole time?

They continued to stare at each other, unmoving. Then Rooster nodded his head toward her plane, a questioning look on his face. She looked away, wiping her face, and nodded her affirmative without looking back at him.

Rooster walked to the ladder at the side of her jet and climbed quickly until he was kneeling on the wing next to her. She continued to look away from him as he caught his breath.

“Nat.” He barely whispered. She didn’t turn or respond.

“Please Nat. We need to talk about this.”

She wiped her face again and turned her head, her red eyes meeting his, the extreme pain written across her face.

She sniffed then spoke in a low and dark tone. “Talk about what? How you disobeyed orders? Left Payback and I to fend for ourselves? Got shot down? I had to focus on getting not just me, but the rest of our team back to this carrier while the sounds of you being blown out of the sky played in our ears.” He winced at her last statement.

“By the time I landed I could barely breath. I spent 45 agonizing minutes until you came back online wondering if they’d even be able to recover your body. I HATE feeling weak and for 45 damn minutes I was mortified at the rush of emotions that flooded out of my body in front of all those men. All the other pilots. Deck crew. Even the other women. I looked like a fool. After everything I’ve ever been through in my life you almost became another sob story in a long line of sob stories, and you CHOSE to behave that way. So PLEASE” she was practically spitting now “tell me what part of all of that we NEED to talk about?”

Rooster was clutching the side of her open plane with white knuckles, his head lowered chin to chest. He knew he deserved every bit of what she just gave him, and then some. He collapsed backwards and came to a seat on the wing, his legs swinging to hang over the side, his gaze on the ground below. She continued to sniff and breath heavily while looking at him.

“We can talk about all of that, if you want?” he said.

Then, silence. They sat, listening to each other’s breath heaving in and out for a very long time. No movement other than the swinging of Roosters feet. Eventually he pushed himself backwards to lean back against the open hatch, stretching his legs out in front of himself. He turned his head slightly in her direction and began to speak.

“I’ll sit here forever if that’s what it takes Natasha Trace. You are the first thing I thought of when I made the decision to turn back and the last thing I thought of just before I thought I was going to die. So I’m not moving until we get all this shit out and figure out what we do now.” Then he turned his head away from her and closed his eyes. Waiting on her to respond. She never spoke, but suddenly he felt a trembling hand on his shoulder.

His head jerked around to see her standing in her seat. “Move over.” She demanded and he obliged. She climbed out of the cockpit and came to rest next to him on the wing, stretching her legs out the way Rooster had his.

“I haven’t felt pain like that since my brother. And his death was quick. One gun shot and it was over. I was there. I knew he was gone. But this, this was different. The unknown. The uncertainty. I can’t explain how” she paused then let out in frustration “desperate the situation felt to me. I need to be in control. It’s how I feel safe and there was nothing I could do to control the situation once you turned back. When you crawled out of that shitty old plane I wanted, needed to touch you, and kill you all at the same time.”

He didn’t know what to say. The intensity with which she spoke resonated through his body and absolutely shattered him. He never wanted to be the cause of her pain, and even though there’s always that chance in their line of work, this time he made a conscious decision to hurt her.

He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. “Don’t say you’re sorry. Whatever the fuck you say, don’t say that. I know you feel remorse. I knew you would. What I need you to say is” she trailed off and he peered over to see fresh tears starting to spill on to her face. He decided to take a chance. He reached his right hand over and placed it on top of her left hand that was resting on her leg. She shuddered but didn’t remove her hand. He heard her exhale a ragged breath.

“You need me to say what, Nat?”

She continued to silently cry, using her right hand to wipe away tears from her face. Then she abruptly slid her hand out from under his and began to move towards the ladder of her jet.

“Please Nat! Don’t go.” He practically shouted as he reached for her, placing his hand on her back. She froze.

“Natasha Trace, I can’t justify what I did. I made a choice between two people I love. I needed Mav to be ok. But in my panic to don’t think just do, as he would say, I forgot your feelings. I disrespected you as a person, my person, but above and beyond that, as a pilot. So no, I’m not going to say I’m sorry. Because that would never begin to cover the betrayal and fear I unleashed on you today. I just hope someday, you can forgive me, because I need you. Flying planes and living this life means jack shit if you’re not on my side.” He was becoming overwhelmed by the rush of his words, all the emotions he had been holding rushing out with each word. His own tears beginning to fall.

“What I am going to say is I love you more than any plane or mission or promotion or any other thing I’ve clung to for years, hoping to replace the absence of my dad and the hopelessness I’ve felt in my life. Nat, look at me. Please?” He reached for her elbow, and she turned to face him. Her eyes seemed wild, the internal war she was fighting playing out for him in two small russet orbs.

“Nat, please stop running from me. Please? We’re both fucked up human beings but together. Together we make big things happen and I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.” His hand was clutching at her elbow, and he gently shook her arm with each word. He needed her to understand. He needed her.

She began to sob, her whole body shaking aggressively. He stared in shock for just a split second then his hands were on her. He reached both arms around her waist and slid her to him, pulling her up into his lap into a tight hug. So tight. Afraid that if he slacked his grasp even a centimeter, she would try to run again. But she didn’t run. Her hands clung to his shirt, her nails digging into his chest, as she buried her face into his shoulder and cried. Wailed. Released all her emotions for 30-something years of pent-up anger, trust issues, lack of love. He felt every sob she released puncture his body like a knife. And his tears fell too.

Bradley Bradshaw ugly cried, resting his check to the top of her head, his body shook with each tear that fell from his eyes. How could he have been so stupid. How could he have almost thrown this beautiful human away. She had never let him down, so how the hell could he turn around and do something like that to her. She’s human, no amount of strength can hold off heart break forever. The guilt washed over him, and he squeezed her even tighter.

Her arms slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck, Phoenix pulling herself even closer to him. Their shanking bodies sinking with their sobs as they began to subside. Rooster rubbed his thumbs in circles over her back while Nat’s right hand rubbed smoothly across the hair at the nape of his neck. They sat in this way for minutes. Hours possibly. He wasn’t entirely sure.

They clung to each other until both went silent and unmoving.

Then her head moved ever so slightly, her lips coming to rest just outside of his ear, her breath tickling as she whispered, “How are we ever going to make something like this work?” and his body felt a bolt of lightning strike right through him, from the ear she rested dangerously close to all the way to his pinky toe. Was she offering up some sort of hope? What did he do? What should he say?

But he didn’t say anything. He just tightened his grip on her as an answer. And there they stayed, wrapped in each other for the rest of the night. No talking. No moving. Neither sleeping. Just holding and hoping the dawn would never come.

Chapter 6 ->

[theninjamouse]

Heeeeey hi everyone. I guess this is another sort of update? I have been unbelievably busy. I've talked a bit about it before but I got a job as a traveling photographer/video person for dance conventions and competitions so I'm not kidding when I say I fly to a different state nearly every weekend and that usually takes up my Thursday through Monday just with work and travel. In between that I've been doing a lot of real estate photography and I had a massive filming project that's been eating up any spare moment with edits and all that and now I've been entrusted to work dance recitals on my own which is both super flattering that my boss trusts me with that and extremely nerve wracking. I'm heading to Memphis tomorrow and my flight is a 5:30 in the morning and that extremely sucks because I have to drive an hour and a half to the airport so I'm probably just going to leave my place around 11 or so tonight so I'm not falling asleep at the wheel and just crash at the airport for a few hours.

I'm also shortly heading to New York to work as a lead media production member for the same camp I worked last year, so I'll be doing that for about seven weeks. Funny enough, I will actually have a smidge more time during camp because it is less travel than I've been doing the last few months.

The writing is still happening in the moments when I can. I try to write on the plane but being honest it's not exactly a prime creative environment and I honestly wind up falling asleep most of the time because I don't sleep much during work weekends. I know I have asks to answer, one shots and drabbles I've promised and I'm working on them in the spare moments when I can.

My goal is to get a massive chunk of both OoF, Tonal Range and a personal project done during camp time but I'll honestly just have to see how things go. I got almost no writing done last year because of mourning my grandma and just generally being at the lowest mental health of my life but things are much better now. Crazy busy! But better.

Thank you everyone for your patience and understanding! Be safe out there and happy pride month!

[frasermints]

For the ask game, every multiple of 5.

bestie that's so many

5: what does your latest text from someone else say?

"This robot is trying so hard" in response to a youtube shorts link i sent

10: when is the last time you played the air guitar?

people actually do this??

15: do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind. always. i fucking hate getting my picture taken. froggie can attest to this after she made me get after i got BeReal

20: what is your greatest weakness; greatest strength?

damn we're going with the serious ones tonight aren't we? i like to think that, in face-to-face irl situations, i'm a good listener. i just fucking suck at responding. especially after my covid infection, i can't brain-to-mouth words anymore. the edit feature on imessage has helped this significantly since 99% of my interactions happen over that text platform but hooooooly shit i'm so bad at speaking

25: do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

i really like facetime but i fucking HATE looking at myself in the little window so i'll usually point it directly at my ceiling unless it's with One Specific Friend, mostly bc she's already seen me naked so her seeing me at Not My Best isn't a big deal and also like. idk i just fucking Hate My Face lol

30: stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? do the same with your left.

since i'm in bed and the only thing to my right is... the air. pumpkin is directly in FRONT of my right arm so i'll go with that. my phone is in front of my left arm.

35: to you, what is the meaning of life?

dude i don't even know. fuck around and find out. see more than twelve thousand trees. don't tell your friends they do too much yoga. own a cat. have at least one sex-induced medical emergency. confuse a seagull for an eagle when you're high as shit and get laughed at for it. drink a truly on the beach and watch the tide come in. eat so many cherries you shit yourself forty five minutes later and don't regret a single second of it. buy all of the notebooks you see in the bookstore and don't write in any of them. sleep outside when it's warm enough. take care of a houseplant. go far enough away from the city to actually SEE the stars. work with children. cry because of a dumb movie. breathe.

40: do you drive? if so, have you ever crashed?

yes: coming home from the seattle/tacoma metro area i got hit by someone going 90mph (145 kph) on the interstate. genuinely thought i was fish food that day.

45: what's the worst injury you've ever had?

probably the time i attempted rifle and caught it w/ my skull instead of my hands.

50: do you believe in magic?

eh

55: love or lust?

insert "why not both" gif

60: is there anything pink within ten feet of you?

yes, a couple things. a couple of bowls, a bag of potting soil, my sharps containers, some animal shaped erasers, a solid 50% of my sex toys are pink for some reason.

65: top five favorite blogs on tumblr?

peach, froggie, lou, steph, and vati

70: are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?

i would choke me out without hesitation i do not understand how froggie tolerates me to be honest with you

75: what are the last four digits of your phone #

what are you a cop???

80: what size shoes do you wear

i don't know bc it's changed since i've started t and now none of my shoes fit

85: what's the last song you listened to?

i wanna get better by bleachers (title of my current wip comes from this song!)

90: you wake up to find that you're surrounded by mummies. they aren't doing anything, just standing around your bed. what do you do?

assume i'm dreaming and try to go back to bed

95: you just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. you have to depart right now. where are you going to go?

do i HAVE to??? i don't have a passport and i don't like airports :(

[bonesandthebees]

i’m late to the chase lol but i binged the stars and their children tonight and last night after having it on my list to read for aggesssss and because of the timing i cant help but associate it with call me what you like since the music video and song dropped while i was reading lol

idk just the focus on paranoia and the fact that wil seems dissociated the entire first halfish of the music video (ofc that’s my interpretation of the video but as someone who dissociates i was like 👀???)

(also while i’m here- i’m loving through a glass divine so far!!! i read that one first which is funny cause i’m reading them all out of order on accident lol cause i didn’t realize clinic was one of your fics as well till like an hour ago (read that one a few months ago) but yeah!! this is a long way of saying you keep making absolute bangers so thank you!!)

oh wow I didn't even think of that but I totally get how it might feel similar to that moment in the fic. the cmwyl music video was a whole Experience but yeah a highlight is definitely wilbur just dissociating while the plane is literally crashing down around him lmao.

(tbf I've just always hc'd c!wilbur as having a tendency to dissociate a lot in stressful situations so that's where it came from in stars)

so glad you're enjoying though!! that's so funny that you didn't know I wrote clinic though. I kind of just assume everyone knows me from clinic so it's wild when I run into people who only know me from other fics and then they realize oh wait you wrote CLINIC? and i'm just like hi yes that was me. I just have way too much brainrot over fucking minecraft rp ocs oh well I'm having a blast so

(also very unrelated—arcade gannon pfp you have good taste)

[i0-0na]

Entry 3: In The Clouds

Date: 28.03.2024

My total Travel time, considering my journey to the airport to my hotel, was probably roughly over 27 hours. The plane ride had an alright selection of movies, but there were a number of films there which have been on my watchlist, so I thought there’s no problem binging as many as I wanted, especially for a long hall flight. The movies I watched on the plane were: La La Land, Loving Vincent and Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

My flight was a transfer, so we made a stop off in Shanghai for a couple of hours. I decided to spend this time reading a book my dad had given to me for Christmas, after we found out the news that I was accepted onto student exchange, ‘Strange Weather in Tokyo’. Its one of his favourite books he tells me, I’m still reading it but so far it seems pretty good.

After a bit I get onto my second plane and finally arrive in Tokyo Airport. I was exhausted. However, I MADE IT TO JAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN

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My journey however was not over, my next mission was to concur the subway system!

I had watched a lot of videos/TikTok’s before coming to Japan so I could understand tips and tricks about day to day living in Tokyo, one of those was about the Suica card (the equivalent of a London Oyster card) so luckily, I got that before arriving in the country.

Even though I would be spending my time living in a sharehouse during my period of study, because of how late it was for me arriving in Japan, I was going to go to it the next day. So, for tonight I would spend it at this capsule hotel, 9 Hour Shinjuku.

Lugging two (very heavy and large) suitcases around the subway line was not ideal, but I managed. Some people helped me along the way from a British resident helping to lift my suitcase up the stair exit, to some maids (people dressed up as maids on the street to promote their maid café) helping me with directions and then finally some more chill people at this one gay bar who helped me with even more directions.

After the last set of directions, I finally arrived in 9 Hours, checked in, had コンビニ/konbini (convenience store) dinner, showered and then crashed in my pod. This specific hotel promotes the fact that you will get a guaranteed 9 hours of sleep, hence the name (they even record your sleep pattern to show how good your rest was), and I think because of my journey to even get into the country I slept like a log.

FACT: Shinjuku is the biggest gay village in the whole world.

Song playing: Beyond The Way - Giga

[katielovably]

Corporal Larson! He heard the lieutenant call.

In here, lieutenant. He called, and the cavity of the plane's tail echoed, making his voice louder than he meant.

He soon heard the lieutenant's boots go from walking on metal walking to them.

There's a whole ass... sorry, kid. Lieutenant Håvard starts TJ looking up at him with curiosity.

You make it sound like he doesn't say the worst things. Tord said.

He doesn't need to know that. TJ said, folding his arms as Tord rolled his eyes.

I don't know what this is besides the big nuclear symbol and the warning it's nuclear and handle with care. He said as TJ went back to piggybacking on Tord's back with a yawn.

We'll take this whole thing back to base. Good job, Corporal. lieutenant said, patting his back

Hey, I located and found it the crashed plane. He only found this! Don't take all the credit. TJ said.

Good job, TJ. Now take your boy back to the hotel to get some rest. Lieutenant Håvard said.

Thank you, Lieutenant. But I just want to check if friends of mine are alright. Tord said.

Alright, be careful, my boy. Key the little one close. Oh, maybe help me move this barrel to my vehicle. I'll take it to base tonight, so you might be alone for tonight. Lieutenant Håvard said.

I'll put TJ in the car. Tord said before realizing the zombies entering.

Oh, God dammit. Tord said, getting his gun and firing the first few..

Get away from the barrel if you're sho... Lieutenant Sørensen said, seeing the zombies.

Oh, right. Tord said, trading the gun for a switch blad and a pipe setting TJ behind boxes. Tord used the pipe and blade to take out the zombies.

That was fun. Come on, TJ. Tord said.

The lieutenant was horrified by what she saw, watching as the 5 year old who watched it all paddle out from hiding to his father.

I'll be back, Lieutenant. Tord said.

Bye, Lieutenant Sørensen. TJ's said from Tord's shoulders.

Bye, TJ. Lieutenant Sørensen said.

That family, I swear. The lieutenant muttered, trying to move the barrel himself.

Are you sure you didn't get a bite? I don't want you dying or turning. TJ said.

I'm a skilled fighter, I'm fine. Tord said as he walked through the forest.

Eh, I would check just in case. TJ said.

Will you ever stop giving me a hard time. Tord sighed.

Not until I'm back to myself, asshole. TJ said.

You sound like it was me who changed you into a baby... also, you sacrifice yourself for me. He said.

Yeah, you were supposed to get out of London without me not taking me away from my friends. And now an evil Tord is doing shit! If i hadn't stopped, this wouldn't be happening! TJ said, hitting him and pulling his hair.

Ow! stop! Tord said, grabbing the toddler and holding TJ up, getting glared at by the kid.

Look, it's nobodies fault. Just stop and calm down. Honestly, I thought you would have forgotten that since then, but no, I get this every time. Here's your toy and book. I'll be back. Tord said after buckling him in.

TJ blew raspberries at him as he shut the door.

My greatest Foe, my three-year-old "son." Tord muttered, then sighed he's just tired. it's past his bedtime. Tord said as he walked. He could still hear those guys shooting in the distance.

They need an army, not just three people. He said then thought about what TJ said about an "evil Tord." The leader did look like him. He had hated the clones. They caused him trouble people saying they saw him in place he went or never go.

He faintly remembered TJ before this in an old vehicle of theirs they managed to get running and living out of it. He remembered watching them course Edd though it was weird and dragged him to do things around the house or the couch to watch Telly/ play video games... Kicking Tom's ass in video games was Tord's favorite part of those times.

He looked down. This is how missing them feels like. It hurts. He likes his job, but he hadn't noticed the pain of missing them since he was busy, or maybe he made himself busy to distract himself, portending that all is fine. *growling coming from stomach* Did he eat supper? He forgot to make food for himself and TJ.

TORD! Hurry up, I need help! Lieutenant Sørensen call.

Coming, Lieutenant. Tord said, "Now running

They managed to get the barrel into the back of the lieutenant's vehicle. After insuring it would move, Tord got the key for the hotel. They said their goodbye.

It was late, but he still drove past the house. They add a second level to the house (would have been handy when four people were living there, but. Tord did have to share a room with Tom when he moved in before Tord got annoyed by Tom's... everything and made a closet they weren't using and put his stuff in there. Yes, it was small, but he didn't care it's not his room.

Of course, the lights were on at almost midnight (the three men were still shooting at Zombies) , and Tord could see the three playing video games.

Five years, and they still haven't changed.

Tord looked back at the sleeping five-year-old. He couldn't leave him.

Tord the a breath and slipped out. Carrying TJ, who stirred and looked around.

Hey, buddy. We're just seeing some friends of mine, ok? You can still sleep or sleep in my old room. Tord said to TJ, who groaned. Then we'll go to bed. He said softly, kissing the child's forehead.

Are they still at it? TJ said sleepily as more shots were heard.

Sadly. Tord said with a sigh before knocking.

As usual, Edd was heard saying, "Tom, can you get the door?"

Tom's going to slam the door in our face, though. Tord muttered as he got a toddler backpack.

How tragic. TJ said as Tord tilted his head at the green house next door that's new.

Tom opened the door.

Hey, Tom. Tord said, and Tom sighed, rolling his eyes and shutting the door.

Told you. He never changes.... At least they're ok. Tord said.

Good thing you didn't bet on him shutting the door. I have nothing to bet except for fruit snacks... which I didn't have much of. TJ said as he looked up as the clouded sky became full of stars (well, enough stars you can see in the city) before seeing the numbers of zombies coming their way

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[panikking]

I don't normally make posts myself, but I haven't seen anyone talk about this on tumblr, I just wanna bring attention to what's going on with Boeing and what happened, but tl:dr I wouldn't recommend flying on a Boeing plane right now.

If you prefer video, here's a segment done by John Oliver on 'Last Week Tonight' a comedy news show, note that some of the jokes within could be considered nsfw.