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nocternalrandomness · 2 months
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Vicky Benzing in her P-51 Air Racer at Reno Air Races
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lost-out-oftime · 2 months
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Reno Air Races 2023
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Racing P51 - Voodoo at the Reno Air Races. 2023 will be the last year for the air races.
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floating-hasselblad · 8 months
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I miss them already
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mikeneedsadrink · 2 years
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Sadly, Aaron Hogue of Hogue Inc. has died in a plane clash while competing in the Reno Air Races yesterday.
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heyclickadee · 7 months
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Tech would kill at the Reno Air Races because riot racing is just the Space Reno Air Races, but probably illegal and with guns.
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gratefulstudy · 8 months
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Reno Air Race Disaster Claims Lives of Two Pilots in Fatal Crash
Hello Here you will read Reno Air Race Disaster Claims Lives of Two Pilots in Fatal Crash. During an air racing event in Reno, Nevada, tragedy struck as two experienced pilots lost their lives on a Sunday afternoon. The incident occurred around 2:15 p.m. local time and was classified as a 'landing accident' following the T-6 Gold Race, a part of the National Championship Air Races, according to the Reno Air Racing Association.
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Reno Balloon Races
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armandgender · 1 year
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I am trans dean content starved, so please gimme a little crumb, a little something something, a measly little headcannon (or 30), a rant, anything, I beg of you 🙏 I am on this hellsite only for trans dean Winchester content and I just know you know what's up fr
okay sorry this took SO long to respond to but nothing was coming to me. anyway here’s 822 words of a trans dean s12 rewrite where Mary comes back and they both have to cope with how much everything has changed
When he spots her, shrouded in that nightgown, long hair as golden as he remembers, he assumes that Amara lied—that her gift for him was to die, and to go to heaven.
That wouldn’t be a bad gift, actually. To finally rest.
But this doesn’t feel like paradise. There’s still an ache in his knees and his upper back, and he’s almost choking on the sticky summer heat.
He takes a few steps, hands flexing, cautious. “Mom?”
Mary rises from her seat and fixes him with a look that lands somewhere between fear and confusion.
When she doesn’t say anything, Dean struggles to fill the silence himself. “Are you.. really…” he struggles to find the words, heart hammering in his throat “…real?” One hand extends towards her shoulder, shaky. It might just pass through.
But before he can make contact, she whips both hands across to grab his arm, hooks her foot around his leg, and slams him face down into the grass. She plants a foot against his neck to hold him there, surprisingly strong.
Yeah, she’s real.
“Where am I?” She demands, the smallest waver in her voice giving away her fear. “Who are you?”
This is gonna be a hard one to explain. “Ah—“ he grunts as she presses her heel harder against his neck. “I’m your son.”
“…Sam?” She starts to ease up.
Oops. “The other one.”
The air hums with cicadas. Dean is suddenly grateful for the fact that he’s facedown in the dirt, because he hasn’t had to acknowledge this truth about himself with anyone in a long, long time, and his face feels traitorously red.
“Deanna?” He tries, the name feeling ancient and foreign, like something he’d read out of one of the old lore tomes back in the bunker.
“No… my Deanna is four years old, and…”
Dean shifts beneath her, taking in a shaky breath. “A girl? Yeah. Didn’t stick,” he jokes.
She tightens her grip painfully.
“Ah— mom. I was four years old when you died,” he reminds her, shaky.
In a flash her grip is gone, feet scuffing in the grass as she stumbles back. Dean rises, palms out to catch the next attack—but Mary is bracing herself on the bench, bent over at the waist like she might throw up.
Believe it or not, Dean knows the feeling. The human brain doesn’t really want to remember its own death, and it hurts like a bitch when it all comes racing back in. He keeps his distance, trying to remember how Mary sees him—imposing and unfamiliar. A stranger.
That’s what he sees reflected in her eyes when she finally looks at him again.
“Listen, I know it sounds insane. I know,” he starts, but trails off, losing his pace. That’s his mom. Not a ghost. Not a memory. She’s real.
“How long have I been gone?” She asks, finally getting her balance back.
“Thirty-three years.” Longer than she was ever alive. Long enough that Dean has all but erased any trace of the child she remembers. “And you’re…” she looks him over again, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Dean,” he supplies. He tries to take it as a compliment when she looks skeptical. It would be hard to imagine him as a four year old girl, looking at him now. He’ll give her that.
“Listen, I… I know you, okay? You met John Winchester in 1972. Didn’t like him much at first but he grew on you, and the two of you got married in Reno in 1975. Your idea.” He huffs out a laugh, trying to ignore the anxiety building in his gut. “Your favorite song is Hey Jude. We used to dance to it in the kitchen. I tried to cheer you up by putting it on when dad walked out on us for a few days.”
Mary’s gaze softens. Dean searches her eyes, dying for an ounce of recognition. Love, even. Would she still love him?
She takes a few steps closer, stretching out a hand to rest against his chest, over his heart. Like she’s making sure he’s real. “Dean,” she repeats, trying the name on for size.
“Hi, mom.” Nice to meet you.
They teeter on the edge for a moment. Dean is ready to turn away. To hide his face when she rejects him.
Instead she takes a step forward and wraps her arms around him, warm and tight and god, she even smells the same. It’s a scent that doesn’t quite have a name. Just the scent of home, and of safety. Somewhere under his thickened skin, there’s just a four year old kid hanging onto his mother, burying his face in the soft fabric of her nightgown.
They linger there. It’s Mary who pulls away first. Dean turns to look towards the road, desperately trying to blink away tears. “We should, uh… everyone thinks I’m dead. We should get going.”
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nocternalrandomness · 8 months
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Watching the sunset at Reno Air Races
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usafphantom2 · 7 months
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The SR- 71 was not only the fastest air-breathing airplane in the world. It was also the most photogenic. Everyone wanted their picture taken with this 🌟 superstar🌟. Here’s a few pictures. I can’t guarantee that they’re real, but they sure do look nice.
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1. F-104
2.NASA F-16 XL
3.Jeannie prop plane that won 1981 Reno Race
4.Phantom F-4
@Habubrats71 via X
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reality-detective · 8 months
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NEW: Emergency crews are responding to an incident at the National Championship Air Races at the Reno-Stead Airport.
A crash involving 2 planes killed 2 pilots at the Reno Air Races Sunday afternoon.
According to a release from the Air Races the crash happened around 2:15 p.m. at the conclusion of the T-6 Gold race.
Upon landing two planes collided, killing the pilot of each plane. Officials are working to notify next of kin and support the families. There were no civilian or spectator injuries. All air racing operations are currently suspended.
Breaking News 🤔
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shawnhosanna · 2 years
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I Ain’t Worried.
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Workbench Wednesday!
I figured the white decals over red paint would never work, so I decided to paint all of the striping. I’m particularly happy with the pinstripes. I guess this Reno T-6 will be a bit of a tribute, it turns out 2023 will be the final year for the air races at Reno-Stead.
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duckydae · 10 months
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{random boys planet thoughts...}
we get an under nineteen reunion moments
+ mnet only aired in the trailer with min hugging jay and seunghwan. + seunghwan, min + wumuti together during the here i am training. + seunghwan cheering for k-group, then wumuti follows for g-group during yuehua. + hwanmuti in various youtube clips (eye-contact, speedometer and gangg / zoom practice room.) + you can hear wumuti cheering for seunghwan after en garde's family performance and of course the banner on show-day. + seunghwan's "pass" comment about competing with jay. + them sitting together during the finale. + seunghwan and jay on u19 had such baby faces they've grown out of (byeonghee too). wumuti and min still look the same though (i miss wumuti's auburn hair)
hwanhee singing "dream" by baekhyun & suzy adds ten years to my life also his behind the scenes with kill this love team is so baekhyun coded.
hwanhee and gunwook were the highlight of the first elimination. hwanhee realising he shouldn't want more people to survive in other teams because that means less for ktl is hilarious.
of course it's woongki that points out that seunghwan probably hasn't been called because he's a top nine candidate (he was in my heart).
the return of smiley, fluffy-haired wumuti.
woongki's edit was interesting, it never felt like it was laughing at him but it did feel like mnet was consciously using him to fill gaps and what makes it more apparent is mnet not showing the hanbin vs. haruto battle (outside of 'the centre' loosing) considering we now know that it was basically a lipsync for your life.
speaking of, you can't convince me the supercharger team name isn't a drag race reference, "club ninty-six~"
i was dying at the juxtaposition of the 'macho tough guy' edit of seunghwan, jiwoong, mingyu and ma jing xiang then cutting to wumuti who's just happy to be there
jianyu almost swearing in his reaction to one of our lovely princesses.
hwanhee ripping the piss out of dongyeol during the sports day for his awful strength test attempt.
key should've hosted boys planet. mnet not having a consistent host was a poor decision and minhyun was not a good pick for the finale. your contestants should be able to build rapport with them and you couldn't do that. or, bring back yeo jingoo.
mnet give me my 00s content, especially seunghwan and seowon (+woongki) giving seunghwan a make-up lesson.
i kinda wish we got a 'here i am' girls planet style mission were they separate into groups of nine.
boys planet should've done a fashion-show like girls planet because it's a genuinely good skill for the boys to have but instead we got cut yoga content watching poor minseoung catch haruto sweat.
the only people who gave woongki energy on girls planet was wen zhe and youngeun.
hwanhee, bora and yujin were most definitely giving the same energy (also, fuck you mnet. you screwed my girl over again. you gave her a rancid evil edit and tried to back peddle far too late. for shame!)
what was the point in not having ph-1 sit in on gangg especially because it's the higher music version!
seowon looked like reno from ffvii in love killa
ma jing xiang gave me weird vibes and that's completely my fault. his demeanour reminded me a lot of my cousin so i just never clicked with him.
i love how mnet covered hanbin's snort and seungeon's fart to keita with soundbites but did not hide doha's fart during round one.
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Little tiny drabble:
Lock stands to the side, horror in her eyes as she watches the pillar to Sector 7 crumble down, the plate falling from the sky and crashing over the sector. Dozens of people run around frantically, trying to get to safety, trying to save their children and family from the on coming danger, dozens of lives lost, dozens of homes destroyed, leaving the people of the sector without any place to go, and some, without any family. Lock suddenly felt sick to her stomach at the mere thought of it. She gasps for air, stumbling backwards as she was suddenly pulled into a Shinra Helicopter, Reno trying to snap her out of her sudden trance, but it was no use. She was in utter shock and entirely terrified. The helicopter takes off over the destroyed Sector, she stares out the window, listening to the screams, the cries and the echoes throughout. Her lower lip trembles, her hands begin to shake as her heart races and pounds loudly in her chest. What could she of done to make it all better? She coukd only mutter a few words as she stared silently out the window watching as the flames and buildings fall.
"I'm... so sorry..."
You are making me feel stuff
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