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unexpectedbrickattack · 1 year

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Waitin for this damn plane to take off

#pizza tower #peppino #gustavo #arts #mine #im gonna see my SISTER soon i am so excited #chilling in the airport is my favorite part #only closely followed by takeoff/landing #anyway…#im continuing my old dad peppino agenda #gets comfy; immediately passes out #snores so loud and so angrily #gustavo is playing sudoku on his phone #and brick is in his own seat just chillin #peppino hates flights; hes the Dad Friend ie #stresses so bad about the flight that it becomes a personality trait #get there two hours early #holds everyones passports #buys a pack of gum or mentos to chew onflight to help w ur ears #anxious about missing flights #anxious about DELAYED flights #doesnt eat or drink bc that means he has to use the bathroom at the airport and WHAT if he misses an announcement bc of that????#always has the passes and id in his hands #hes got a huge sweater to hide under during takeoff just in case his meds doesnt kick in and knock him out #<- my mom does this bc she is SO scared of planes and turbulence #shes like an alligator; if shes under a scarf and its dark its sleepytime :)#as soon as they land he is anxious about getting out #and is excited to be outside again :)#theyre prob visiting his family. say hi to his mom and nana and his sisters and aunts #i think it would be cute if he was like the only boy; i say this as someone who has like ONE boy in the last three generations

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skyward-floored · 8 months

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Would it be funny if the mediocre job I gave Sky in the IAU is furniture store guy cause he likes carving stuff. And would be forced to sell shoddily made wood pulp shelving that makes him grit his teeth in anger at how it isn’t built to last

#I have a few I’m considering but this is one of the ones I like best #the other is control tower guy at the airport #because he’d be around all this flying stuff but not be able to fly himself...#I’m still thinking #rambles from the floor #Incredibles au

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istandonsnowpiles · 29 days

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Ashburn to Dulles

#metro #dulles #air traffic control tower #dulles international airport #virginia #dulles airport #snow #january #around dc #my work #photography

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herenya-writes · 20 days

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A watched B’s long fingers drum against the bare skin of A’s arm. B’s fingers were soft, their touch light, and A couldn’t help the thrum of delight that each tap sent through them. To have B’s touch all to themself was a blessing they were entirely unworthy of and craved more desperately than a starving man did a scrap of bread. On any other night, the gentle touches would have lulled A back to sleep, content with B’s head on their chest and wrapped in their arms. Tonight, though, A read agitation in the movement.

They bent their head to kiss B’s soft hair. “You’re thinking loudly, my love.”

B’s chest fluttered in a sigh, and their fingers stilled. For a long moment, there was silence save for the rustling of leaves in the wind from beyond their open window. Then, B shifted out of A’s grasp and A let them go, sitting up in the bed as B turned to face them fully. The moonlight turned their features soft in a way they never were in the sun, and it took considerable self-restraint for A to resist kissing them. Instead, they leaned back against the opulent headboard and waited.

“I do not want you to leave,” B finally said, not quite meeting A’s eyes. “It is selfish of me, I know, to deny the army of its strongest knight, but I am a selfish being.”

Privately, A disagreed. B had given so much to the kingdom over their life and never received the recognition for it that they were due. If A had their way, they would sing B’s praises from every rooftop with every breath they took. But that was not their place. They could protect what B had built, though.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” they soothed, but they both knew that wasn’t quite true. The trouble was on the far southern border, and they weren’t certain how large a force they’d be facing. Still, they didn’t expect it to take more than a week or two once they got down to the border. The days would drag by, though, without B by their side.

After a few soft moments sitting in silence and breathing together, B shifted again and this time moved to rise from the plush bed. A raised an eyebrow. The sun wouldn’t be rising for several hours yet, and A had always been one to sleep in when they could.

B grabbed one of their long robes from the chair where it had been flung earlier and shrugged it on. The rich material hung from them with all the elegance of a waterfall caught in time, and A wanted to slide it off again. They resisted the urge and stood from the bed, pulling on a borrowed robe.

“Come.” There was no demand in B’s voice, but there never needed to be when it came to A.

They followed as B led them through the halls, their bare feet against the stone the only sound. Eventually, A realized they were heading to B’s personal armory. Questions swirled in their mind, but they’re stayed silent, only reaching out to take B’s hand in their own. Their fingers twined together, and B squeezed lightly.

They stepped into the armory, which was illuminated in low, flickering light. It caught and glinted on the metal of the arms and armaments, making the instruments of war seem elegant and mysterious. B led them to a back corner, where several racks of armor stood. B did not often ride to war, but they had several suits for the possibility and for ceremonial occasions. A was familiar with them all, so when they stopped in front of a suit, they knew it was different.

B let go of their hand. “I commissioned this from the woman who has made every suit of armor I have ever worn; there is no one finer or whose craftsmanship I place greater trust in.”

A hummed. The armor was exquisite, of that there was no doubt. Even from their cursory glances, they could tell the armor was expertly forged to allow for maximum movement and protection on the battlefield. What made it fit for royalty, though, were the engravings.

Nearly every inch of the armor was engraved with various symbols of B’s house and kingdom. Vines wrapped their way up from the boots, sprouting the rose that symbolized B’s bloodline. Florets and other small details that A couldn’t name covered the gauntlets and creeped up to the shoulders where two ravens decorated the shoulder guards, their beaks open in a silent caw. The helmet was similarly decorated, with vines branching around the eyes. And on the chest plate, repeated over and over in neat rows, was B’s crest. Not the crest of their house, but their personal crest, with its proud oak and rising sun. Two more ravens nested in the tree, and A marveled at the engraver’s ability to convey such detail in such limited space.

They gazed at the armor for several moments longer, then turned to B. “It’s splendid,” they said. The words hardly did the armor justice, but B would understand.

The smallest of satisfied smiles pulled at B’s lips. “It is yours.”

A blinked, their thoughts grinding to a halt.

“I cannot keep you from battle, no matter how much I desire to, but I can ensure that everyone who sees you knows that it is in my name that you fight and that it is my wrath they will face should you be harmed.”

B’s voice rumbled with fierce possessiveness, and A shivered in response. They hadn’t exactly been hiding their relationship, but this was as bold a declaration that could be made without announcing their intent to marry. It set A’s hair deliciously on end, and all they wanted to do was kiss their lover. But B continued to speak, their eyes now angled down.

“You needn’t wear it, of course. Your other armor has been cleaned and repaired by expert hands and will see you through any battle you may face. I know this gift is presumpt—“

A cut them off, seizing B’s lips with their own in a heated kiss, pulling them forward by the belt of their robe until they were flush. B’s mouth fell open in a quiet groan, and A deepened the kiss. They poured all the words that were stuck in their chest into B’s mouth this way and prayed that they could hear them. The way B kissed back seemed to suggest that they could.

When they finally parted, their lips were red and spit-slick, which A thought was the best way for B’s lips to look.

“I would wear your name carved into my skin if you asked,” A whispered against B’s lips, satisfaction curling in their stomach when they felt B shiver. “I could not ask for a better gift. I will wear your armor with pride, and the world will see that I belong to you and you alone.”

B tucked their head into A’s neck, and A hummed again, knowing B liked to feel the vibrations in their throat. B nuzzled closer and nipped the skin lightly, then lapped the spot with their tongue in apology.

“Take me back to bed, dearheart,” they sighed against A’s skin, wrapping their arms around their neck. A smiled and obeyed.

#my writing #who are these people? idk #maybe they’re the same people as that bit I wrote about the knight and their lady #but maybe not #unknown OCs #this was inspired by a suit of armor I saw at the Tower of London that was covered in tiny engravings of someone’s family crest #I wrote this waiting in an airport lobby #fealty #herenya writes

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chiefofboatwatsonstittymug · 3 months

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Mid-70s disaster movie posting, based on mine and @academicgangster's mutual disappointment about McQueen losing to Heston in the @hotvintagepoll

#towering inferno #airport 75 #airport 1975 (1974)#I'm not as mad at plummer beating newman so that isn't getting a meme #my edits

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bogkeep · 10 months

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2:30am, the sun is rising

#haiz goes outside #taking the 3am airport bus.#i love towers with red glowing eye

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artificial-horizon · 7 months

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TIL about Elizabeth "Bessie" Coleman, a badass aviation pioneer who was the first Black and Native American woman to obtain a pilot's licence. Not sure if the Americans of Tumblr already know about her, but as a Brit I unfortunately did not until now, so I wanted to share her story here! (Image IDs in alt text.)

Born in Texas on January 26, 1892, Bessie was the tenth of thirteen children in a family of sharecroppers. From the age of six, she attended a small, segregated school, where she excelled as a student and eventually won a scholarship to the Missionary Baptist Church School aged 12. When she turned 18, she moved to Langston, Oklahoma to study at the Oklahoma Colored Agricultural and Normal University, but had to drop out after one semester due to financial difficulties and returned to work at the acorn fields back home.

When she was 24, Bessie moved to Chicago, Illinois and worked as a manicurist in a barber shop, where she discovered her passion for aviation after hearing the stories of some of the clients, who had been pilots during World War One. She then decided to become a pilot herself, taking on a second job to save up for flight school. However, no flight schools in the US would admit Black or women students, so another of the barber shop's clients, Robert Abbott - a Black philanthropist and publisher of the Chicago Defender newspaper - suggested that she move to France and learn to fly there. He and Jesse Binga, another Black philanthropist and banker, gave her the financial support to do this, so in November 1920, Bessie set off for France to begin her training.

On June 15, 1921, Bessie Coleman was awarded an international pilot's licence by the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale, becoming both the first Black woman and the first American to do so. Following this, she returned to the US, but found it difficult to make a living as a pilot, as commercial flight did not yet exist - her only option was to become a stunt (aerobatic) pilot. Once again, the US's racism and misogyny prevented her from receiving stunt training there, so in 1922 she went back to France, and by September that year was back home again for her first stunt flight. On September 3, Labor Day, she became the first Black woman to stage a public flight in the US, flying at a show sponsored by the Chicago Defender and held in honour of the veterans of the all-Black 369th Infantry Regiment of WWI.

Bessie soon became a media sensation, earning herself the nickname "Queen Bess" and performing at air shows across the US and Europe in a Curtiss JN-4 "Jenny" biplane (example pictured above). She refused to fly at any shows that did not permit Black people to attend, and went on speaking tours at schools and churches to encourage fellow Black aspiring aviators to take to the skies. Her dream was to open a flight school to train Black pilots, and she tirelessly raised money for this with her shows.

Sadly, on April 30, 1926, while flying with her mechanic William D. Wills, Bessie's plane unexpectedly went out of control and dove into the ground, killing both of them. An investigation revealed that this had been caused by a wrench that had been accidentally left in the plane and had jammed its controls. It was a devastating loss, and her funeral, which was held in Chicago and led by Ida B. Wells, was attended by around 10,000 people. In 1929, the Bessie Coleman Aero Club was founded to continue her work promoting Black participation in aviation, and to this day there are several scholarships in her name aimed at high school students interested in careers in aviation.

"I knew we had no aviators, so I thought it my duty to risk my life to learn." - Bessie Coleman

Fly high, Queen Bess, blue skies forever! 🛩💙

#aviation #aviation history #black history #bessie coleman #planeposting #my writing #long post #planes ily #the only source not linked here (for the quote at the end) is The Aircraft Book by DK cos i have the physical copy #but that's where i first heard of her and i got genuinely emotional okay #as the only mixed/black + queer person who went through the atc recruitment process i just went thru i felt 1000% like the odd one out #it felt like the odds were very much stacked against me #but that's what it's like for us (in white majority countries anyway) so if i have to be my own sort of pioneer then so be it #we belong in aviation PERIOD #in the cockpit or the tower or the TRACON or the hangar or on the ground at the airport or anywhere else #we have always been here #and we will always be here #and we can fucking do it!!!!#sorry for any mistakes or shit writing i have covid rn dkljfklfslkja

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wideeyedlittlechild · 2 months

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We've been to Tokyo some days ago. 🗼

#life #travel #tokyo #japan #pikachu #airplane #airport #tokyo tower

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feline-evil · 3 months

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I have like 5-6 months before i have to navigate an airport and fly solo for the first time, and fly for longer than 2 hours for the first time AND fly to the states for the first time and Brother. You may think from the sound of this that i am some sort of "brave" man or at least "put together enough to navigate the world" but i will tell you straight up i donot even leave the house, i haven't gone out on my own in years, i do not take public transport anywhere; this is a flying by the seat of my pants situation and hoping i can utilize anxiety to fuel me instead of making me find a crevice betwixt tsa scanner and wall within which i can shove my malleable body

#jay talkin #I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING BUT IM DOING IT #BECAUSE MY BOYFRIEND IS ON THE OTHER END OF THAT FLIGHT #AND I *NEED* TO BE ABLE TO DO THIS BECAUSE I *NEED* TO BE ABLE TO GO BE WITH HIM GRAAAAAGH #its sort of um. a jump into the deep end situation i thought i was gonna build up to it by starting to go out solo more and then i Didnt #but to be fair that was moreso bc my leg started to go and now walking kinda hurts so im not motivated to leave the house lol #ive told myself if i can brave Oblivion and The Smiler at Alton Towers i can be brave enough to do the airport

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emaadsidiki · 5 months

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Thank You Tokyo for Being So Wonderful 🌸