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thewritingboi · 1 year

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Grand Reopening - Chapter 8

Right here, Right now

Dark

If Jack had to describe the room in front of him that is what he would say, a dark, moldy, freezing pit of hell that had opened up behind his new life a swallowed his best friend whole and now it was time to get him back. Jack saw Jake and Harry ready their weapons as the group slowly walked into the warehouse. ------------------------------------------- Dave felt helpless as Henry strapped him to the cold metal table, the purple man felt the tears start flowing again as he saw Henry grab a scalpel.

"Now now William, don't cry, this will only hurt a lot." He said with a grin before it disappeared at the sound of a bell "hmmm. How unfortunate, I guess I don't have time to experiment after all. It seems your friends are here."

Dave's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates No! No! Please no! He thought as he started to struggle harder against his restraints. Dave watched powerless as Henry walked out of the room and DaveTrap walked in, took out a needle, and injected him.

NO! No! no!

Dave heard his thoughts slow as he slowly fell asleep.

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The rescue team slowly made their way through the gloomy building until Jack heard it

"Help me... someone...please."

Everyone followed Jack as he made his way into another room, it was like every room they had already gone through, dimly lit with weak fluorescent light bulbs and mold on every wall. The group was left confused until the lights went out. A single spotlight cast a cone of light around a sight that made Jack start seeing red.

"Why hello there, old-" DaveTrap began before getting interrupted by a loud bang

Jack began panting heavily in rage while he watched DaveTrap look in confusion and horror at the new hole in his chest and the 1911 in Jack's hand.

"WHY WON'T YOU JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY!" Jack shouted in his rage

DaveTrap had no reply as metallic clanging rang out through the building, at once all of the lights came back on. The group watched in horror as a pile of bloody wires stood slowly clapping with Dave being held up in the air by more tube-like wires. Its glowing pink eyes stared deeply into Jack's orange ones

"Jack Kennedy" Henry spat with venom dripping in his robotic voice "It's been too lo-"

Before Henry could continue the warehouse was filled with the sound of gunshots, the metal monster quickly chucked Dave across the room and grabbed a sheet of metal. As the bullets flew into Henry's makeshift shield the robot threw the hunk of metal into the group of phones leaving only Jack standing. The orange man tried to fire his pistol at Henry but the living pile of wires was unusually fast and agle, dodging around the room and moving to a different but closer spot before Jack could react.

Jack was grabbed and lifted by his neck, he struggled and clawed at the wire around his neck. Pink arcs of electricity raced from Henry's arm into Jack's neck. He tried to scream in pain but no noise came out due to Henry crushing his windpipe. Jack saw black spots start to enter his vision until he heard the sound of a gunshot and saw a chunk of Henry's mechanical face get blown off. Jack gasped for breath after being dropped and heard the ping of the M1 Garand, looking up to see who saved him he gasped at the sight of a fully conscious Dave.

"NO ONE LAYS A MOTHERFUCKING FINGER ON MY ORANGE BABY!" He roared

"I-I-Imposable h-how are-e yo-o-ou a-awake?" Henry asked with a stutter due to his now malfunctioning voice box

"You see the problem with being an undead fuckin rabbit" Dave said glancing at the still frozen DaveTrap "Is that you have no depth perception, he injected the leather strap the stuck me to the fuckin table."

Henry had no reply, the sparking metal monster launched back, grabbed DaveTrap, and started fleeing.

"LIGHT IT UP!" Jack shouted and instantaneously the building began to go up in flames.

"Spotsy! how are we supposed to get out?!" Dave cried in horror

"Harry, hand me the thing." Jack demanded as Harry handed a block to the tangerine man "C4 explosive, it should do the trick"

Dave watched as Jack placed the explosive and brought everyone behind cover. Jack detonated the bomb and an ear splitting explosion rang out as the wall was blown away, everyone ran out of the newly created exit. Jack took Dave's arm and put it around himself to help keep him standing as they limped back to the pizzeria. Bursting through the back door they made there way to the security office.

"Dave! Are you alright?" Dee exclaimed as soon as they entered the room

"I think my fucking ribs are broken, and my leg, and my left hand, and everything else." Dave listed as Dee grabbed the first aid kit from off the wall and laid the aubergine man down on the desk

Jack tried his best not to cry as he watched Dee try her best to patch up Dave. She cleaned his wounds and dressed them, she made splints for his limbs, and gave him several different medicines to numb the pain as she sewed up his cuts. Jack sat there the whole time holding his purple friend's hand. The tangerine man may have been trying not to cry but he was failing, horribly.

After a while Dee finished helping Dave and walked out of the room mumbling something about them needing some time alone.

"I don't think ill ever be able to repay you, old sport" Dave said

Jack sighed "You don't have too-" He began

"You saved my life Jack!' Dave interrupted "There has gotta be something I can do to at least somewhat repay you!"

Jack chuckled and looked at Dave, he had never truly taken in all of his details. His eyes were a deep purple and he had some scruff on his chin, his hair was wild and in dismay. Jack stared deeply into his best friend's eyes and that's when it hit him, the reason he was always so entranced by those eyes, the reason he was so willing to stay by his side no matter what.

I'm in love...

Jack smiled at the revelation and finally spoke up

"Just stay alive, that would be enough"

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Ok so i may or maynot be obsessed with musicals. anyways what do you guys think! I put a lot into this chapter and i'm beggin for some comments. Also can you guys figure out what the M1 garand, M16, 1911, and C4 have in common? (Hint: Its related to harry) ok i'm going to go sleep now

See you on the flipside!

#dsaf #dsaf au #fanfiction #dayshift at freddy's

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agltaria · 4 years

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lord give me the strength to SHUT UP about the nie siblings good GOD if i keep thinking about their relationship and how fucking SAD it is i will curl up into ball and cry

DA GE,,,,,

#nie mingjue #nie huaisang #fatal journey #cql #mdzs #agl talks #or in this case #agl CRIES

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randombtsprincessa · 5 years

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AGL

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Words: 4.3k

Genre: Smut

Summary: Your Birthday is made when you meet your Idol on the flight home.

Warning: Airplane Sex, Mile High, Hella Unrealistic Sex (Like really, this is a reach, even for me), Unprotected sex.

A/N: PLEASE TAKE THE UNREALISTIC WARNING SERIOUSLY. I doubt Taehyung would be doing this. And even if he’s into it, my best friend wouldn’t. LOL, unless she was actually in the scenario of the fic. Moving on!

Your best friend’s hug lasted a full two minutes, tight and warm as she bade you well at the departures of the airport terminal.

“Have fun, give my best to your mom and come back quick! I’ll miss you!” She murmured in your ear and you almost, almost stopped the eye roll.

“I’m only going for the week. You’re acting like it’s a year or something.” You said, pulling away and placing your hands firmly on her shoulders. “You’re going to be fine. You’re probably going to sit at that laptop and forget the world exists in a few hours.” You said, remembering the last time your best friend had undergone a writing period to meet a deadline.

Yeah, she was not going to come out of her shell for a good long while and you could only hope she’d remember to take care of her general self until at least you could come back.

“I’m not that bad.” She defended immediately, just as they announced the boarding for your flight to your home country.

You and your best friend both sighed, taking one last look at each other with a wry smile.

“I’ll see you in a week. You better be alive and not starving till then.” You warned, spinning the handle of your suitcase and your best friend nodded along.

“Aye aye captain,” she saluted and with one last hug, you were off, brisk steps carrying you deeper into the airport.

You went through all the preliminary checks without much excitement. Your tickets were handed to you at the counter, baggage was checked in and your carry –in was approved without a hassled and then you were on the plane, a magazine open in your tray while you sent various texts to your best friend and other associates you were supposed to see back home.

Your eyes skimmed over the politics section of the magazine Asiana had provided and skipped to the entertainment. Unsurprisingly, the first page was splattered with a picture of your seven favorite men, the Palisade advertisement snagging the main talk of the biz.

You gave a quick glance towards Jimin, remembering your best friend’s cry of anguish as he once again distracted her from whatever hero she was agonizing over and then travelled over Yoongi, Jungkook, Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin to Taehyung, looking sinful and delectable as always in a charcoal suit and light hair.

You gave a cursory look towards the car as well but didn’t linger on that much. As good as you and your friend were doing, none of you were interested in buying another car, your old ones doing the job satisfactorily enough.

The lights dimmed before the announcement for the take off came.

Dutifully, raising the tray and folding the magazine on your lap you looked out of the window and watched as the pilot cruised and then took off, the whirr of the wheels pulling up indicating the flight attendants to start with their safety instructions.

You gazed at the manuals, dissociating already as your fingers were already fumbling with the wires of your earphones as your plugged them into your phone, already in airplane mode – you smiled, thinking about Airplane Part 2’s Japanese version and how adorable Hobi’s slurred airplane mode sounded.

“Excuse me, Miss Y/L/N?” You looked up to see an airhostess smiling down at you and nodded to show you were listening. She indicated the still empty seat next to me.

“This is sort of unorthodox but the seat next to you has been booked by a man who wishes to be sat next to his mother. She’s in first class so he’s willing to exchange your seats with her so he can have both these adjoining seats. Would you like to change the seats?”

For a second you just processed what she said. First class…? Who refuses that?

“Of course, thank you,” you mumbled and she nodded, a beam stuck to her face.

“Please, if you’d follow me,” she said and you stood up, grabbing your bag and following her to the plusher, high end hall of the first class.

“Right through there,” she pointed forward and you walked through the longer partitions between the seats till you reached an empty one, the cubicle next to yours occupied by a single man.

You vaguely noticed baggy pants flumping out while the silhouette of the crisp white shirt made you wonder if your next seat buddy had dressed up in a hurry or just thought it was hippie airport fashion time.

Not that you minded…after all, you were a Taehyung Stan.

Any respectable Kim Taehyung fan knew that it was a crime to judge anyone about how they dressed themselves, especially your idol himself either dressed as if he was going to walk the red carpet or a modeling ramp at 3 AM or like he’d just rolled out of bed and onto the floor, putting on whatever he found in the laundry hamper and did a photo shoot.

You smirked to yourself as you opened up the magazine again. Your best friend had the habit of commenting that nobody looked beyond Taehyung’s chin at those photo dos.

You almost always agreed. After all, Taehyung’s face was one even God cried over.

You turned the page again, reading about the endorsement deal when you caught the man beside you looking over at you. You squirmed, not wanting to look at him directly in case he took it as invitation for conversation but a small peek out the corner of your eyes told you there was nothing on his face that you could tell apart. He had on a black face mask, huge black sunglasses and a large beret covered almost whatever was left of his face.

He soon looked to the front and you returned your eyes to your lap, pulling out your earphones again.

You rested your head back, earphones in, going through the recommended lists of your playlist, the soothing strings of the classical piece almost lulling you to sleep and you were thankful. You never did entirely great on long plane rides. You got bored easily, always remained anxious about rough turbulence blowing you down and felt uncomfortable with all the crowding when that happened.

And on such a long flight over the wintery cold clouds, you were just bound to get antsy. You planned to spend most of it asleep, especially now that you were in much better comfort.

Your eyes, which were trained outside the window, watching the darkening clouds and slanting rays of the setting sun, you felt your partner shift, jolting the rack of accessories in front of him by accident, causing them to fall out and you jumped back to consciousness, sitting up and turning your head to stare at the man blearily who was adjusting his seat, side turned away from you. He let out a low grunt before bending forward, placing the rack back on its feet.

He looked over his shoulder, glasses reflecting your half dazed face and you wondered if he smiled sheepishly or something because he ducked his head in an apologetic bow.

“I’m sorry, not used to…um, haven’t been on these chairs for a time.” He said in broken English.

Chairs…?

You blinked, realizing the man was most probably Korean.

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it.” You said back, in Hangul and watched in pale amusement as the man’s shoulders sagged dramatically.

“Ash…Korean?” he asked, his voice deepening with the use of his native tongue but you just shrugged.

“Nope, just living there,” You mumbled, leaning your head back again.

“Oh, I am Korean.” He said sheepishly and you had to smile at the contrite, childlike tenor of the man.

“I can tell.” You grinned, making him laugh.

There was something so familiar about the man. You were sure you didn’t know him from Adam. Besides, if you knew him he would strike a conversation while this man just seemed overly nervous in his situation and seemed a conversation partner to distract him. You could sympathize but just the way he sat and moved and his voice…

“Taehyung?” You blurted out even before a full course of thought could pass your head and you almost immediately wanted to bang your head against the window.

If God was kind he would let you get sucked out of the aircraft itself but hey, you didn’t think he would be very partial to helping you out at that moment.

For his part, the stranger had frozen, his shades reflecting your stupefied expression.

Before you could even stammer out an apology at your rudeness, he spoke, “You know?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You eyes flew wide open, almost popping out, as your sheepish seat buddy raised a gloved hand up to his eyes and pulled the huge sunglasses off.

Too familiar soft brown eyes met yours, deep and dark. Even though his hat still hid most of his lids but you knew that if you lifted it off, you’d be met with a set of mono lidded and double lidded eyes.

Never mind you’d probably die of utter shame first.

You had just caught Kim Taehyung – Kim Gosh Darn Apple Tart Taehyung – off all people in a general plane and he was your seat partner.

This day could not be better – but that depended if your hair looked alright.

You painfully swallowed these disjointed thoughts when you noticed him speaking but it took a moment for his words to register.

“Are you alright? You look like you’re going to panic. Please don’t panic,” he said. His voice was still low and you could only guess it was to keep others from recognizing it.

“I’m fine.” You choked out, your voice coming out mousy and squeaky at best.

Kim Taehyung watched you with those pondering eyes for a second before nodding.

“I’m sorry; I just don’t really want to deal with a hoard of people in my face. I’m on vacation and it’s off duty season so I’m hoping to keep the fan service to a minimum.” He sent you a wink before pushing the glasses on again and turning to face front again.

You kept staring at him for a good ten seconds before even you turned to look forward, the song in your ear numbing down to static as you kept thinking about your chances.

Kim Taehyung was in the flight you were in. Kim Taehyung was in your aisle. Kim Taehyung was sitting right fucking next to you.

You were sure you weren’t asthmatic, but you were definitely seeing signs. If you couldn’t melt right through the metal tube, you would just have to endure your short breathiness in a ten hour flight. Yeah, easy- just wait till you told your best friend. She would die –

“So where you headed?”

Of course, Kim Taehyung couldn’t pass a ten hour flight without making friends and you just happened to be sitting right next to him.

You turned your head to look at the completely hidden man and squeaked out, “My home country, I have some work and I wanted to see my family.” you said.

He nodded. “That’s nice. Seeing family,” He said.

For a second it was silent before – “You don’t see yours a lot, do you?” you asked.

Please, god had to kill you now.

Probably not, God worked a little too close with your best friend and they both loved to torture you. You just had to contain the embarrassment.

Taehyung didn’t seem to mind.

“No, I don’t. So, you’re ARMY?” he asked; good naturedly, hands folded primly in his lap.

“Yeah, five years now,” you said, a tinge of pride coating your voice and you smiled.

“Wow, that’s dedicated. Plus another few years now that we’ve renewed our contract,” He said, before pausing.

He proceeded to reach up and removing the beret, his momentarily natural hair flumping out. Pulling off the sunglasses, he pushed the face mask, below his chin after a careful sweep of his surroundings.

“I hope you don’t mind. I was suffocating in that.” He mumbled, carefully placing the beret on the fold up tray.

How could you possible mind? You just got to see him in all his bare face glory. You took a moment to just soak him in. Your favorite shaped eyes were out, sleek nose and tops of his cheeks shining in the overhead lights and his thin lips look just barely chapped. There was a smattering of stubble spreading across his jaw line and you could spy a small reddening patch higher up near his cheekbones.

Clearly, there was a V live on the horizon in which he proudly showcased his new ‘guest’.

He was fucking gorgeous. You wanted to cry.

“So, vacation,” you prodded, a surge of energy flowing through you, willing you to keep the conversation flowing and it seemed that Taehyung picked up on it because he was turning towards you, a beaming rectangle smile on his face as he embraced the chance of making a new friend.

“Yes, we’re going to have to go back to work soon, but PD said we earned it so here I am. I’m going to meet up with the others soon.” He said.

You noticed he was careful about keeping the locations to himself but then again, your twitter would soon blow up anyway.

“What about you? What work are you doing?” he asked and you began to explain your job, which didn’t seem as interesting as dancing and singing and recording and travelling but the way Taehyung leaned in, an arm dangling in between the gap of the cubicles as he hung off your words…you could’ve been the President of United States for all he cared.

“Seems like you work hard,” he noted.

“I have to, if I don’t, I won’t get to buy your albums,” you joked and he grinned.

“Your best friend is an ARMY as well?” he asked.

You nodded, making sure to put in a good word for her with Jimin. Taehyung playfully chuckled at that.

“Your house must get crazy with the two of you.” he commented as he leant further in, almost clambering onto the floor in front of your chair.

“It does, occasionally,” you admitted.

“So, who’s your bias?” he asked, eyebrows wriggling.

You laughed. If he thought you were giving that away, he was insane.

“Oh come on, I’ll find out one way or another.” He said and you coughed.

“I’d like to see you try.” You teased back, winking.

Taehyung smiled, his gaze fixed on yours for a second longer as he reached out and placed a finger just under your eye. You froze, wondering if he was tracing your dark circles or something, watching him closely as he focused on the spot, eyes flickering over your eyes once before he pulled the finger away.

“You had an eyelash,” he explained, placing it in your palm. You shrugged, although your deeper recesses hopelessly made the wish anyhow. You didn’t look up again to see Taehyung’s gaze darkening as he watched you closely.

Your talks soon lulled after that. You recognized that you couldn’t really keep a celebrity involved even though Taehyung seemed happy to lend you all his attention and he soon began to play a game on his tablet that engrossed him until the lights began to dim, both outside and inside as passengers started to go to sleep.

You put away your phone to charge in the thankfully present socket near the base of the chair and leant back, your back at a comfortable angle. You placed your blanket over you, seeing Taehyung look over at you curiously and you whispered a goodnight at him. As your eyes drooped, you noticed Taehyung dimming his own light.

You thought you felt an arm land gently on your cheek for a second but it must’ve been imagination.

It was probably near midnight that you felt the foreign weight across your chest.

Your eyelids fluttered, consciousness licking at the edge of your mind, prodding you to wakefulness to investigate the warmth that had settled near your clavicle. Blinking awake, you tried to raise your hands to brush at the deposition at the corners of your eyes when you felt your movement being restricted.

You glanced around yourself, feeling dazed as you scrambled to get your bearings back.

Oh right, I’m on a plane. I’m going home for business and family.

You glanced down at the arm that had fallen around your shoulder, following the sturdy limb to the man who had thought it was ok to use you as a teddy bear in his sleep.

Of course, I was sat next to KIM TAEHYUNG, MY IDOL, and THE LOVE OF MY LIFE…

Taehyung it seemed was already awake, having been shaken to consciousness with the way you kept squirming and he was staring at you with those dark, innocent eyes. He moved his quickly drooping gaze over your face before dipping to your lips.

“You’re like, really pretty, you know?” he whispered.

You could only muster a disbelieving snort in your sleepy haze but he was quick to protest.

“You are…you’re very exotic looking.” He explained before his arm was tightening, bringing you quickly in.

Your mind was already moving in hyper drive and you almost didn’t realize that he had planted his sleek lips across yours, tongue swiping across your bottom petal to get a taste.

You felt your heart jump, thudding blood through your veins as you stared at him with deer in headlight eyes.

Taehyung groaned at that, deep and frustrated. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep, I’m sure you know why and you were so warm I just…couldn’t help it. I…I can’t believe this but,” he stopped, waiting to see if anyone was awake but it didn’t seem like anyone in your aisle was. Thankfully you were at the far end, nobody could really see you.

Taehyung brought your attention down to his lap and helplessly your eyes followed, saucer-like to the straining bulge that was clear even through the loose tent like pants.

If you were a bigger person you’d have avoided this whole interaction, choosing to not let Taehyung’s implication rile you up.

Fact was, you were definitely not that.

You let out a low whimper, looking up at Taehyung’s face which was flushed as he desperately pressed into your, curving his front to your side as he tried to get some friction where he needed it.

Who knew that Kim Taehyung would be grinding his morning wood against you like a rutting puppy?

“What,” you croaked, stopping immediately to clear your throat. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to fuck you.” Taehyung said immediately, none of the innocence that normally hovered around him present. This wasn’t a happy go lucky Idol, this was a desperately horny man. “But I want to do it right,” he whispered, his voice pure dripping want against your ears.

“How?” you asked. You knew you had already given in. While you were still scared of being caught; you were already under his spell.

Instead of answering, Taehyung slid away from you, the absence of his body heat leaving you cold and feeling abandoned.

Taehyung quickly covered you in both of your blankets, pushing you to lie back almost flat in the fully stretched seats before he made a whole show of stretching. You could see his eyes roving over the rest of the passengers before he was ducking down…right under the blanket.

You stiffened; fingernails digging into vinyl of the arm rest as you felt him kneel between your slightly parted knees, big hot hands coming to rest just at the start of your thighs, slipping under your skirt.

He didn’t ride it up immediately though, instead taking his time to rub against your flushed, sweating skin, probably to calm you to comply for the sinful actions you were about to partake in.

Slowly, as if he didn’t have anything to care about – and he probably didn’t – he began to slide his hands higher, fingers splayed to brush both sides of your legs before you felt him raise them up over his shoulder.

He was beginning to pick up speed, movements faster as he began to tug at the edge of your simple cotton underwear. You could feel yourself disassociating, feeling of guilt despite having your Idol kneeling at your feet, flicking his tongue at your heat.

How many women had he done with this? This same scenario when he just needed to come? Were you even worth it or just some cheap doll he needed to get this done with?

The first brush of his lips against your sensitive flesh tossed all these thoughts right out the window. You let out a surprised squeak and Taehyung stopped, warning squeezes of his fingers felt on your waist.

You bite your lips, feeling him return to your folds, the rough muscle of his tongue running gently against you, opening you coaxingly and you close your eyes, opening your mouth just slightly to pant.

Taehyung might have wanted to do it right, but he was certainly not being slow about it. Soon he was pressing long, nimble fingers against you and whiles you were definitely not a virgin you had to admit his felt amazing down there.

Maybe you were just biased, you thought amused, before stuttering in your tracks as Taehyung slipped his middle finger right in, tongue still swirling around your clit, tracing slow churns as he opened you.

You were shaking, the angle in which he had propped you making it harder to hold your torso up as he ate you out. You were about to pull him up when he was suddenly emerging from under the blanket, licking his lips and fingers as he quickly sat down next to you, tugging the blanket to hide himself as he turned you roughly, hiking your skirt up right to the waist, one hand undoing his pants while the other pushed the crotch of your underwear to the side.

“As good as you taste, I’ll burst,” you heard his whisper your ear and let out a low groan at his words as he tucked your leg over his, entering you with one harsh, brutal thrust.

Your hand flew out to balance yourself, slapping against the cold window and he stilled, arms wrapping around you carefully to pull you against his chest.

“You ok?” he asked.

You nodded, feeling him pull his hips back and in again as he set up a slow, considerate pace.

Taehyung buried his head against your back, his low grunts in time with your breathy moans creating a symphony that you were sure was going to haunt your nights.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I fingered you and you’re still so tight. I should’ve used more fingers.”

“You’re so hot. I’m going to get off on this forever.”

“I could die a happy man just like this but I would rather be doing this on a bed.”

His filthy words made it so hard for you to stay quiet and you let out a shaky moan which quickly had Taehyung’s hips stuttering as you heard a quick clatter of heels. You froze in Taehyung’s arms as he hissed out a ‘Shh’ in your ear as an airhostess paused near your aisle, looking out confused.

Her gaze crossed over you but didn’t stop before she was moving away and Taehyung was picking his speed up again, his hand slithering over to cover your mouth tightly.

“Such a desperate slut for me, aren’t you? Can’t even stay quiet, I’m fucking you so good. Are you going to come for me?” he asked as you nodded pathetically, his harsh growls tightening the knot in your stomach before you were squirming in his hold as the arm he’d wrapped around you drifted down, flicking against your bundle of nerves, throwing you to the waves of orgasm inflicted bliss.

You squeezed you eyes shut, concentrating on not making a sound as you clenched against him. Taehyung didn’t seem to have any qualms left as he sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m,” he began, but before he could even complete the sentence, he was pulling out, coming all over your bare skin. You felt his warm come splatter across your ass and thighs and he let out a relieve sigh.

You stumbled your way out of the departure terminal of the airport of your home country, the handle of your suitcase gripped tight in your sweaty palm as you walked carefully, not wanting anybody to notice the wobble in your steps.

Hailing a taxi, you sat back, eyes and mind drifting as you recalled your wild night which painted your name in the list of Mile High Club.

After finishing on you, Taehyung had wiped you clean with the complimentary face wipes, giggling as he returned to his normal self, not the sexy, sensuous man who had fucked you raw just minutes ago. He’d apologized for his inappropriateness but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you had tucked your head against his shoulder, snoozing off the afterglow.

A ping of a text brought your attention back to reality and you fished out your phone, expecting a text from either your workplace or your best friend. None of those were what you got as you frowned at the unknown number as you swiped to open the text.

Hey, it’s T here. I hope you don’t mind but I saw your phone next to you and couldn’t resist getting your number. Last night was great, aside from the fact that it was on a plane. Maybe when you and I are back in Seoul again, we could give it another try? Properly this time too. Let me know ;)

You gaped at the ending winking emoji as you wondered what this meant for your future.

#taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyung fanfic #bts fanfic #taehyung #bts #bts v #kim taehyung #bts taehyung #agl

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kunalkarankapoor · 4 years

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When i was in school i made this edit and the painting i made in 10th std during poster making competition.

I was in school when i feel in love with Mohan Bhatnagar...then bcz of him the story....for like 3 yrs i had madness ruling over me....i wrote sooo many poems... but they are in my old mobile... I'll have to find that stuff.... i was mad for him not completely like you, but kind of this in my own way.... you remind me of me few yrs back....i too use to capture small small details that KKK used to master and had made lots of edits the way you make these gifs.... Thank you so much fir two things, 1- you're keeping the love for kkk alive and as a fan I love to go through your stories!!! 2- you're giving me lovely nostalgia of little me!!! Lots of love to you dear!!! Keep Muskurana

I very sweet message from Kunal Karan Kapoor’s fan to me.

Hey there! It's me again....yaar memories were just doesn't leaving my mind and i looked uo for my old mobile...thankfully i found it at my first guess' place!!! And here you are...

#nbt Alag hai uski har adaa, alag hai har uska dhang, Hai itna pyaara ki har insaan jata hai uske rang me rang, Acchai ka hai bhara varish usme phut phut k, Dusro k bhale k liye apnaye dukh duniya bhar k, Prem ho chahe desh prati ya maa prati, Ya ho chahe megha prati ya addu prati, Chavvanni va jaan ki kasam, tha uska bilkul saccha, Aur than le koi baat to rehne de na koi dhaga kaccha, Auro ki tarah usko bhi aazmaya zindagi ne kafi, Lekin auro ki tarah na hokar zindagi ko bhi di usne maafi, Sikhaya usne dene ko sahara girte hue ko, Sudharne ka mauka pyaarse diya usne harek ko, Nahi pata ki sach me koi aisa hoga ya nai, Par meri iccha v koshish hai banane ko vahi, Bahut sikhe hai path maine is spiderman se, Jise utarne hai jeevan me pure dilse, Na keval Beera par sikhna hai bahut kuch sab ko, Ant me dher sara pyaar pyaare Mohan Bhatnagar ko...

This one is on Mohan Bhatnagar in general

#nbt1 Bole patrkaar saab apni ada se 'bee yaaar', Hui khafa mirchi aur pucha 'kab bani main teri yaaar', Sacchi bolu to yeh jane na vo na Monu na main, Par mazedar iski dastaan yeh hai bilkul pakka tai, Bole patrkaar saab ada se us mirchi madam ko, 'Adha adhura kuch na karo, Chahe vo bharosa hi ho', Kab jag se zyada aitbaar hone laga us par, Malum hua hi nahi, Kab uska faisla antim ban gaya har dafa, Pata chala hi nahi, Bole patrkaar saab dilbar andaz se, Hue jo dono uske uprant juda humnawai se, 'Pyaar to main tumse karta hun Megha', Aur sun kar yeh baras gaye Megha ki aankho se katra, Bole patrkaar badi ho shiddat se, Umeed se the unke nain tarse, K 'jhuth na bolo khud se, Mano hai ulfat tumhe bhi humse', 'Kyu hai yeh galat femi jane tumhe' Kiye phir kuch fizul shikve usse, Bole patrkaar phir bade dard se, Jaan chuke the jo gile the yeh bade bedard se, 'Himmat chahiye sach manane ke liye, Nahi jurrat kyu tuhjme khud ko sach bolne ki, Nahi kyu tu raazi apna pyar kabul karne ko' Jawab me iske wahid muh pher liya Sanam ne, Bebas hue patrkaar aur chal diye gam leke sine me, Phir tuta mirchi madam ka sabra, Jaise phuta ho unki naino se katro ka abra, 'Han hai muhje bhi tumse muhabbat, Han chupati hun tumse yeh baat, Par kya jano tum chayiye kitni takat, Sach janakar bhi reh ne k liye khamosh, Hai tumhari khushiyo ki Dehshat, Tabhi tai kare lab rehne ko khamosh'

This one is on love story of Meghan.... I'm sure the scenes will play in your mind as you go through this poem...Now below is a lonnnnng poem divided in parts....narrator is a tear in Mohan's eye who was left inspite of many occasions Monu cried and has hence seen the whole journey of MB and it describes in some this manner

#nbt1 Part#1 Ek ashk main aur meri yeh kahani, Rehta tha jiski nain me uski yeh kahani, Rok rakha tha muhje behnese, Taki tanik bhi na bura lage unhe, Jinhe vo bulaya karta tha, Jinhe vo pukara karta tha, Maa aur Guru k naam se, Aur ji leta tha desh aur insaniyat k kaam se, Phir maine ek din jhanka apni khidki se, Dikhi ek pyaari pari chalki masumiyat jiske nain se, Mere jaise katre ko, Ankho me na sama kar, Sar sar beh rahe the uski palko se, Dekha nahi gaya jo mere malikse, Bane sahara ve us bacchi k har ek katre ka, Aur tab laga ki aaya samay mera harsh me rang k behne ka, Par tabhi mulakat hui, Dikhai pada tabhi vanhi, Ek satark chehra, Thana jo kiya vo usne, Nahi haar mani jag se kabhi jisne, Aur dhire dhire bhaane lagi jisko, Meri khidki yani malik ki aankhe, Jisme chupa betha tha main ek sacchai leke, Tab shayed jake shuru ek mahan prem kahani, Jo muhje to lagta tha ho gai thi shuru jane kab ki, Manaya gaya sab k dil ko, Manaya gaya duniya ko, Laga aayi ab khushiyo ki bahaar, Jab kiya sab ne ek duje ko pyaar ka izhaar, Par jane kab ve bahaar beet gai aur aaya patjhad, Jane kyu gam ka sama gaya kismat pe chadh, Aa gaya mera malik se juda hone ka vakt laga muhje, Vo bhi gam k mare jisse hue the khidki k kinare suje, Par beh gaye sare sathi aur bach gaya main, Main ek ashk aur meri yeh kahani, Rehta tha jiski nain me uski yeh kahani...

#nbt2 Part#2(1) Ek ashk main aur meri yeh kahani, Rehta tha jiski nain me uski yeh kahani, Han to beet gayi phulo ki bahaar, Sang aaye gam k saaye beshumar, Jiski nain me betha betha main udas pada, Lage muhje k ab agle hi pal main khidkise bahar gira, Par tab hua ek karishma, Aur main khidki k kinare ruka, Parilok ki sabse sundar, Svarglog ki sabse pyari, Ek 'angel' thi malik k haath me, Jisse dekh k dil bhar gaya beintaha sneh se, Sang uske jeena shuru kiya dubara, Acchai pe aitbaar hua dubara, Beete aise thodi khushiyan thode gam thodi umeedo me aath saal, Keval main hi dekhu aur jaanu asal kya tha unka haal, Phir hawa ka jhonka aaya, Laya vahi yaade apne sang, Atit aankho k samne khada, Umeedo ki bahar liye sang, Par kaashh zindagi ne thodi rehmat dikhayi hoti, To aise achhe insaan ne aisi nafrat na sahi hoti, Ek aur is nifray ka silsila chalu raha, Duji aur purani muhabbat ka silsila phirse shuru hua, Har chehre pe chahi umeed, Har lamhe pali ek umeed, Laga ab to sare dar khule khushiyon k, Nahi masla koi aur sivay us nafrat k, Tab hi sunayi de ek aur khabar, Us bacchi jo thi ab dusro k liye kafi badi, Saajne ja rahi apne haath mehndi, Mila use malik jaisa pyaar karnewala koi,aisa vo kehndi, Hota aisa to khushi to zarur hoti muhje, Par yah tajurbadhari katra keh raha hai tuhje, Malik ne kiya hai acchai aur sacchai se pyaar sada, Aur chavanni ko unse zyada chah sakta nahi koi kada,

#nbt2 Part#2(2) Par phir maalik hi ne to kaha hai, Har rishte ki ek alag garima hai, Bhai ka pyaar alag, Pita ka pyaar alag, Pati ka pyaar alag, Aur maa ka pyaar alag, Yeh sunke apni nafrat ko ek taraf rakh k, Vo mana to sahi nibhane pyaarbhare rasme bhai k, Aur aaya nazdik vo din, Laga jayega jo mere gire bin, Par bhula main tab ek baat, Juda jab ho ek beti babul se, Aur inka to tha aur bhi gehra saath, Tab kaise bache ek bhi ashk nain me, Aakhri aansu tab banke main tapka, Janha mila aisa hi anmol aakhri katra, Jo gira dulhan ki nain se, Jo nihare meri khidki pyaar se, Muhje laga rehta tha, Khushi k rang me rang k bahu, Gam k saye me chipke bahu, Bebasi ko dikhane bahu, Tanhai ko mitane bahu, Ya naino ko svachh karneko bahu, Aaye pal in sab k, Par bach gaya nain me, Aur aaj main beh gaya jane inme se kaunse dhang me, Thi yeh to meri kahani, Samajhana na use sirf pani, Iske baad hue mere aur malik k do raah alag, Asha yahi k unki zindagi se saare gam jaye sulag, Main ek ashk aur meri thi yeh kahani, Rehta tha jiski nain me uski yeh choti kahani...

#kunal karan kapoor #nbtnmkk

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digdeepergravedigger09 · 6 years

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Just came back from watching Black Panther

and it was as amazing as everyone said it was. I cried almost the entire movie, and I have no characters I did not like. It’s so hard to pick a favorite because everyone is my favorite in different ways with different reasons. Also, there is a kiss that I did not feel like it wasn’t earned? I usually have to look away in kissing scenes because I feel uncomfortable and just meh, but like ?? I’ve probably waited for them to kiss the entire movie. Oh my gosh T’Challa though. But oh my gosh Shuri. And Okoye. And Nakia. Oh my gosh but Erik. asdfgh and M’Baku asdfhgsaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

My mind is spasming around all the different people in this movie and I’m just. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MY HEART AND MY MIND TAKE IT ALL

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It’s a really good movie guys. I love everyone. I love it. I don’t know when I’ll have time again but I want to go watch it again. At least three more times. I had my eyes open the entire time I watched the movie and it feels like I missed half of everything on screen. The visuals are freaking gorgeous, like oh my gosh the colors. The COLORS! THE COLORSSSSSS

And let me just say, it’s really unfair for a scene to have me clutch at my heart and have me sit at the edge of my seat in fear and anxiety and then have a great beat that makes me dance along.

Oh my gosh but Okoye thoughhhhh.

UGH BUT ERIK

SHURIIIIIII AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SHURIIIII

#Black Panther #I tried to make it as spoiler free as possible #but just in case #spoilers

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impactng · 5 years

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Delta police allegedly kill 42-year old woman at checkpoint

The husband of a 42-year-old mother of four, Grace Dabo, allegedly killed at Ovwian-Aladja in Delta on Saturday has cried out to the Inspector-General of Police to bring her killers to justice. Benjamin Dabo said on Tuesday that his wife was allegedly killed at a police check point at Ovwian- Aladja. He claimed that his 10-year-old daughter informed him how policemen at the check point stopped her mother and demanded the vehicle’s particulars of her Sienna 1999 model. Dabo said his daughter also informed him that his wife presented other papers of the vehicle but did not produce the factory fitted permit. The bereaved husband added that the daughter told him that the policemen dragged her mother out of the car, while one of the officers allegedly drove the vehicle away. He said the girl added that her mother, while being dragged out, succeeded in removing her bag from the vehicle, and that she came down. Dabo said his daughter told him that shortly after, the police patrol van also left the scene known to be notorious for criminal activities. “Left in the dark, a tricycle with two passengers came to the scene and we boarded. “On the way, the occupants robbed my mum and shot her before pushing us down. Then I started crying and calling for help,” he quoted his daughter as saying. He said that his daughter said that another tricycle came and carried her mother to two hospitals where she was rejected as they claimed she was brought in dead. “She informed me that it was at the second hospital that the tricycle operator requested for my phone number from her and called. “After the briefing from my daughter, I took the corpse to the Ovwian Police Station, where I saw my wife’s vehicle parked and demanded to know what happened. “There and then I decided to leave the corpse at the station,” Dabo said. “The killing of my wife at a check point of the police saddled with the responsibility of protecting life is unacceptable,” he said. Dabo, who described his late wife as his pillar, wondered how he would cope with four children as the father and mother. When contacted, the spokesperson for the Delta State Police Command, DSP Onome Onovwakpoyeya, said the woman was killed by suspected armed robbers. She said the husband told the DPO that his wife was shot dead by suspected robbers while she was going home in a tricycle with her daughter on July 20, at 7.20p.m. “One Mrs Ughochukwu Grace Dabo was driving home in the company of her daughter, Oghenenyerhovwo, in her Toyota Sienna Space Bus Reg. No. AGL 822 EY. “She was intercepted by a police patrol team at Igbiki Junction, Ovwian-Aladja. “When she could not produce the vehicle documents on demand by the police, the vehicle was impounded and taken to the police station for further investigation. “The woman was left at the scene, having refused to go along with the policemen to the station,” the spokesperson said in a statement. She said the deceased was robbed and shot dead by a three-man armed robbery gang operating with a tricycle, but her daughter escaped unhurt. “She was able to narrate how her mother was killed by men of the underworld who are yet to be arrested. “The commissioner of police regrets the unfortunate incident leading to the death of the deceased and commiserates with her family members,” she said. Onovwakpoyeya, however, said the command would investigate the role played by the policemen in the incident. She gave the assurance that justice would be done. Read the full article

#Checkpoint #InspectorGeneralofPolice #justice #PoliceStation

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daiki-aho · 7 years

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rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

tagged by @rintoru tagging: @akaashist @elriccs @sasoke @poogbooket @katsukieyuuris @impureking @fujta @seijohvbc

(only if you guys want to!! I’m curious what your answers are since i tagged a lot of the ppl i recently followed)

the last

1. drink: water

2. phone call: my aunt

3. text message: my friend

4. song you listened to: boredom- by tyler the creator

5. time you cried: few hours ago because bnha and bey is so good

6. dated someone: .......

7. kissed someone and regretted it: ......

8. been cheated on: ......

9. lost someone special: 4 years ago feb 3 2013

10. been depressed: all day everyday

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: long time ago

3 favourite colours

12. black

13. red

14. olive green

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: yes

16. fallen out of love: no

17. laughed until you cried: yes

18. found out someone was talking about you: who knows

19. met someone who changed you: yes

20. found out who your friends are: yes

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

general

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them if i have u on facebook i know u irl

23. do you have any pets: no :(

24. do you want to change your name: nah

25. what did you do for your last birthday: ate food and died because school

26. what time did you wake up: 10 am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: on my computer watching something prob

28. name something you can’t wait for: voltron season3

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: a few hours ago

31. what are you listening to right now: aint got time - by tyler the creator (im listening to his new album flower boy)

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yaaa physics and anatomy teacher on hs

33. something that is getting on your nerves: ppl at work tbh idk they just want to hang out and spend every weekend and spend all of our paychecks like wtf

34. most visited website: tumblr, IG snap

35. hair colour: black

36. long or short hair: short

37. do you have a crush on someone: nope

38. what do you like about yourself: i like to have a lot of hobbies

39. piercings: ears

40. blood type: O?/ I THINK

41. nickname: gel, agle, angle

42. relationship status: single not ready to mingle

43. zodiac: taurus

44. pronouns: she/her

45. favourite tv show: too many to list

46. tattoos: none hopefully soon i will have some

47. right or left handed: right

48. surgery: 0 but would want to be the one performing the surgery

50. sport: taekwondo as a kid??

51. vacation: japa?

52. pair of trainers: vans and converse

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: nothing at the moment had corned beef for dinner

54. drinking: water

55. I’m about to: watch something

56. waiting for: voltron

57. want: some financial stability

58. get married: nothanks too much spending with family and shit

59. career: OR nurse or nurse anesthesiologist or cardio thoracic surgeon depends tbh i just want to be in this field

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: hugs

61. lips or eyes: eyes

62. shorter or taller: taller

63. older or younger: older

64. nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms

65. hook up or relationship: relationship

66. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: no

68. drank hard liquor: yes

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: nope dont have glasses

70. turned someone down: ...

71. sex on the first date: no thanks

72. broken someone’s heart: ...

73. had your heart broken: maybe

74. been arrested: nada

75. cried when someone died: yes

76. fallen for a friend: nah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: ya

78. miracles: sometimes

79. love at first sight: no

80. santa claus: no

81. kiss on the first date: ..

82. angels: yes cause im an angel

OTHER:

84. eye colour: brown but very dark thats close to black

85. favourite movie: lord of the rings

#answered #tagged #thank you so much had fun doing this

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jacewilliams1 · 4 years

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The Return of a Rusty Pilot, Just in Time for a Global Pandemic

After years of accumulated rust in my logbook, a friend and senior mentor at work, who is also CFII, was admiring the Boeing 737 poster hanging in my office one day when he mentioned he knew of a 182 fractional ownership opportunity. “You know what? I have a 182 poster behind that 737!” I said as I took down the poster and opened the frame to reveal the circa early 2000s Skylane cockpit facing Sporty’s Pilot Shop. The admiration continued for a few more minutes, and a lightbulb clicked. Fast forward six months, and I had reinstated my third class medical and was a new partner of vintage Skylane ready to start my first lesson in 13 years.

For the next three months I re-learned the basics that were buried way way back in my subconscious, and I got familiar with a few new things, like the constant-speed prop and electronic flight bags. I also took my instructor’s inaugural instrument ground school, newly prepared for a handful of local VFR pilots. On March 16, after just over 21 hours of instruction, I received my first-ever BFR, complete with a high performance endorsement.

A reminder of the dream…

And on March 17, our tiny airport closed its terminal’s doors. The world was in chaos, and through the rest of March and April, flying took a backseat to surviving the pandemic. But part of that survival was keeping our young children (ages 3 and 1) occupied, and our solution was frequent trips to the hangar and biking among the hangars and along the taxiways. As talk of opening things back up increased, we decided this would be a great time to put the bird to good use by taking the kids to see their grandparents in Kansas. We decided to introduce the kids to flying gradually. So one Saturday in April, I installed the car seats in the back, and we taxied around Los Alamos Airport (LAM) for 15 minutes.

I started flying again the first week in May. After standing in the hangar for 20 minutes, gazing at the wind sock and psyching myself up to tackle the “8G12KT” crosswind, I completed my first solo in over a decade. Three days later, with car seats installed again, I took our family sightseeing over Taos and Lake Abiquiu. A week later, a slightly longer cross country flight with a 45-minute stopover. The next week, another family flight, and a 2.5 hr solo cross country. I racked up 13 hours in May, which was almost 15% of all my hours up to that point. We were almost ready for Kansas. There was just one thing left I needed to do.

When my instructor was ready to teach again, we scheduled a ground school (wearing masks) to brush up on a few things, and a few days later, a short dual lesson (also wearing masks) to solidify that discussion with action.

For my first-ever long cross country, family in tow, during a global pandemic, our mission was to trek to Kansas for a week. In the days leading up to our departure date, I watched the weather like a hawk. We wanted to leave early in the morning, but if schedules and weather worked out better for the afternoon, so be it. Friday morning, I preflighted the plane and installed the car seats. That afternoon was looking iffy, but we might have a two-hour window around noon. As the morning passed, the clouds over the mountains in our flight path grew to cumulonimbus. We were packed and ready, but as the outlook grew worse, I made the no-go decision. We’d try again first thing Saturday morning. And good thing too, because that afternoon and evening, the radar suggested storms would have been chasing us for our entire flight, and the possibility of finding ourselves in a bad situation was very real.

We woke up at 4:30 Saturday morning. I weighed our luggage one last time, we got the kids up and ready, and I headed to the airport to load up and do one more preflight. Everything looked good. After a short run up, we lined up with the runway. I’d never flown this heavy (still well below max gross limit). I knew that ground roll would be longer than I was used to, and everything was fine, but the experience was nonetheless surprising. Wheels were up by 6:40 am.

The weather was perfect, and we had a generous tailwind on our route to Liberal, Kansas. The 3-year old slept quite a bit, but the 1-year old cried for about half of the first leg. Communications with air traffic controllers had become more fluid, and I was comfortable with flight following handoffs as we crossed into Texas, then Oklahoma, and into Kansas. Liberal’s AWOS winds were reported to be down the runway at 14G25KT, and short-final was bumpy. We found the (fantastic) FBO, gassed up, got a clean windshield, and relaxed for about an hour before loading up again for the next leg to Wichita. Remembering my instructor’s discussion on density altitudes below which leaning isn’t required, I took off nearly full rich. This was my first time taking off in this airplane below 5000 ft. MSL. Even fully loaded, with the winds as strong as they were, we were in the air quicker than I expected. After leaving the pattern and a quick call to Kansas City Center for flight following, we were on our way.

The second leg was just as smooth, and the calm afforded me the opportunity to rehearse Class C communications in my head a few times. I was a little nervous as we approached 30 miles out from ICT, and as a result as we got closer, I forgot to switch from Approach to Tower. I got a gentle reminder from the controller. Lucky for us that, again, winds were right down the runway (19L). Another smooth landing, and a short taxi to the FBO. Part one of the mission accomplished!

The Wooten flight crew, ready for an adventure. (Photo credit: Julia Kennedy)

Although our goal was to stay a week, our earlier experience reminded us of the importance of being flexible. To make sure we were home by a deadline, it became clear that we’d have to cut our trip short by a couple of days to avoid what looked like three solid days of thunderstorms between us and home base, spanning our intended departure dates. While an early morning departure would have been ideal, we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend a little time with the great-grandparents the next morning. So our goal was to depart by noon.

The FBO had the plane topped off and ready to go when I arrived. Another installation of the car seats, preflight, and we were ready to go. We were wheels-up shortly after noon, headed to Dalhart, Texas. This ride was long, bumpy, and hot. The sky was clear but slightly hazy, and those generous tailwinds from our eastbound trip turned into a 12-kt headwind. After a one hour break and fuel up at another friendly FBO, we headed out for the final leg.

And it is during this leg that I applied every bit of piloting skill I had ever learned. Just south of Las Vegas, we seemed to enter a golden haze, with smoke blowing in from the wildfires blazing across Arizona for the past several days. I didn’t notice anything mentioned in the weather briefing, but the hazy smoke most certainly obscured mountains and the ground below, reducing visibility to less than 5 miles. Add to that, the crosswind gusts at home base exceeded 30 kts, which meant the possibility of diverting.

I notified ATC of my intent to descend to maintain visual contact with Interstate 25 and turned southbound to stay clear of the mountains that I knew were there but could not see. And I diligently exercised the instrument scan I’d learned in IFR ground school just a few months earlier. After flying at about 3000 ft. AGL for 15 minutes while maintaining visual reference to the interstate, the smoke mostly cleared and the winds at home base had calmed down. I decided to head home. Winds were a quartering tailwind at 8G15 kts. On short final, things got bumpy again, and it wasn’t the prettiest crosswind landing, but we arrived home safe and sound.

So that is my return from being rusty, to having completed a 1000-mile round trip long cross country with my wife, two toddlers, and 70 lbs of luggage—all during the COVID-19 pandemic. I’m so lucky to have a supportive family, an awesome instructor, and a beautiful Skylane.

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rapracek2 · 6 years

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Client: Vectus Pipe (AV Spec Script Targeting Plumbers in Rural Market )

INT. CLIENT'S HOUSE - DAY

MARIO (Rajpal Yadav) is a plumber and has come to a CLIENT's house to do a plumbing job. After finishing the job, MARIO is talking to his wife over phone who lives in village, while the CLIENT has gone to other room. Mario is looking at different photo frames in the room and talking.

MARIO Aur Guttu School Se Aa Gaya?

CHAMPA (O.S.) (in a village woman accent) Gaadi Leke Aata Hi Hoga, 4 Baj Gaye Hai Na.

MARIO Ghar Mein Akela Lag Raha Hai Kya?

CHAMPA (O.S.) Han... Chod Ke Jayenge Aur Puchenge... Akeli Hoon?

MARIO Tum Kaho To Guttu Ke Liye Ek Behen Le Aate Hain?

CHAMPA (O.S.) Ab Majak Chodiye. Guttu Ke Schoolwale Aaye The Aur 20 Hazar Maang Rahe The, Agle Saal Ke Liye.

MARIO Mario Ab Super Mario Ban Gaya Hai! 20 Hazar Kya, 2 Lakh De Denge.

CHAMPA (O.S.) Aur Sara Saman Bhar Liya?

MARIO Han, Han... Ek Lingri Bhi Laya Hoon Tumhari Liye.

CHAMPA (O.S.) Woh Kya Hota Hai?

The CLIENT comes with money, and MARIO tells his wife to talk later.

MARIO Acha, Baad Mein Baat Karta Hoon.

CHAMPA (O.S.) Thik Hai, Laav You.

MARIO Are, Double Laav You. 2.

Continued: The Client gives money to Mario. Mario counts the notes.

MARIO (CONT'D) Sethji, Itne Bade Ghar Mein Kya Aap Khud Rehte Ho?

CLIENT (teasing Mario) Nahi to...

Mario looks around to see if anybody else is here.

CLIENT (CONT'D) (with a devilish laugh) Mere Saath Bhoot Rehte Hain...

Mario gets scared a little bit and gulps down his saliva. He quickly picks up his tool box and bids goodbye, quickly.

MARIO Thik Hai Sethji, Ab Mein Aata Hoon.

CLIENT Kaam To Tip Top Kya Hai, To Wapas To Nahi Aaoge...

The Client looks at the Vectus T-Shirt that Mario is wearing.

CLIENT (CONT'D) (teasing Mario, again) Lekin Dekh Ke Jaana, Kahin Rashte Mein Bhoot Mil Jayenge...

Mario exits the client's house.

EXT. CLIENT'S HOUSE - EVENING

Mario closes the client's gate and walks towards his bike, whistling. He ties the tool box to the bike and kick starts it. Before starting off, he thinks about the devilish laugh of the client.

MARIO Uski Hasi Sun Ke To Bhoot Bhi Bhag Jayenge.

CUT TO:

EXT. A LONELY CITY ROAD - DUSK

Mario rides the bike while humming some Bhojpuri song. On both sides of the road are lines of building, however there is no crowd around that area. 3.

Continued:

Suddenly, Mario sees a lady, with her ghoogat on, is waiting on the road. As a good samaritan, he breaks on the bike and stop near the lady. As there is no one around, he asks the lady where is she heading to.

MARIO Are Behenji Kaha Jayenge?

THE LADY (without looking up) Ghar Jana Hai, Aap Zara Chod Denge?

MARIO Lekin Ghar Kaha Hai?

THE LADY Aap Gadi Chalyenge to Bata Dungi.

MARIO Thik Hai, Ghode Pe Baith Jaiye.

The lady takes the pillion seat.

THE LADY Aage Ki Chouk Se Baayna Mode Li Jiye.

They rides towards the said direction.

THE LADY (CONT'D) Aap Super Mario Bhaiya Hai Na? Vectuswale?

MARIO Aap Ye Baat Kaise Jante Hai?

THE LADY Facebook Pe Apka Profile Dekhe Hai Hum.

Mario feels proud that he has made a name in his profession.

MARIO (V.O.) (thinking) Kisine Sahi Bola Tha, Kaam Karte Jaoge To Naam Apne Aap Ho Jayega.

THE LADY Bura Nahi Manege To Ek Baat Bolun?

MARIO Are Hum Thodi Hamari Biwi Jo Kisi Bhi Baat Pe Bura Man Jayneg... Batiye Kya Baat Hai? 4.

CONTINUOUS

THE LADY Hamare Ghar Mein Bhi Thoda Nal Kharab Hai...

The lady hesitates to request something.

MARIO Are Batiye...

THE LADY Ghar Chod Jayenge To Woh Thoda Dekh Lenge Kya?

MARIO Are Hamara To Kam Hi Wohi Hai... Jaroor Dekh Lenge...

THE LADY (directing finger towards the road) Ab Aage Jake Ek Bada Se Ped Aayega, Wahan Ruka Dena.

EXT. VETAL'S HOME - NIGHT

Mario continues to hum some tune and goes to the said place.

When he stops the bike, he sees the house is a ghostly bunglow. He tells the lady that the place looks really strange.

MARIO Ye To Ghar Kum Bhootiya Bangla Lag Raha Hai...

THE LADY (in a ghostly voice) To Bhoot Kya 5 star hotel mein rehte hai?

MARIO (intrigued) Ye Aap Ke Awaaz Ko... (turns around to see the lady) Kya hua?

Mario sees the pillion is not a lady now, but a male ghost with long white hair, black suit and a fancy hat.

The ghost hugs Mario from behind. Mario gets scared and throws his bike on the ground to run for his life.

But, the ghost is omnipresent and appears in front of Mario wherever he tries to escape. 5.

CONTINUOUS

MARIO (frightened) Kaun Ho Tum?

THE GHOST (introducing himself with style) Bigadoon Insaanon Ki Sur, Lay, Taal, Mein Hoon Vetal!

MARIO (crying in fear) Tum Vetal Ho To Kya Mein Kaun Dega Sawal Ka Jawab Khelun? (whimppering) Koi Mujhe Iss Bhoot Se Bachao!

Vetal laughs out loud.

VETAL Tujhe Tera Kaam Hi Bacheyga!

Mario cries out louder without any tear.

VETAL (CONT'D) Agar Tu Mera Ghar Ka Plumbing Kaam Thik Se Kar Dega To Tujhe Tera Jaan Baksh Dunga (smilingly) Aur Inaam Bhi Dunga...

Mario, suddenly, stops crying by hearing that ghosts also face plumbing problem.

MARIO (questions innocently) Tumhara Ghar Mein Bhi Plumbing Ka Problem Hota Hai?

Vetal couldn't hold back his suffering due to plumbing issue and explains his plight.

VETAL Din Bhar Tap Tap Tap Ki Awaz Aaata Hai Tape Se... Pipe Fat Ke Deewaron Mein Pani Fela Hai. Thand Aisa Lagta Hai Ki Lag Raha Kahin Kasmir Mein So Raha Hoon. Aur Toilets Se Ganda Paani Pura Ghar Ko Kali Ganga Banake Rakha Hai... 6.

CONTINUOUS

Mario sees the sleeplessness has worsen Vetal's look. He feels pity of him.

MARIO Mein... Mein Samajhta Hoon.

Vetal gets aggresive again.

VETAL Is Bajah Se Raat Ko Thik Se Kisiko Dara Bhi Nahi Pata Hoon.

MARIO Lekin Mujhe to Dara Hi Diya Na.

VETAL Bas Hogaya, Ab Tu Mera Kaam Karega.

MARIO (scared) Mera to Kaam Yahi Hai Na.

VETAL Ab Mere Piche Aa.

Looking at no other choice but to help Vetal, he follows Vetal.

In the bunglow premises, Mario sees big ghoul sculptures on the both side of the pebble-stone path. To avoid further ghostly attention, he quietly follows Vetal in to the home.

INT. VETAL'S HOME - NIGHT

It's a royal bunglow with neatly arranged furniture and other articles. There is a dim yellowish light from chandelier has lighten up the room. There are old photographs of people. However, there is stinky smell hangs in the air.

MARIO Ghar To Acha Banya Hai Lekin Badbu Ne Laga Li Hai Iski.

VETAL Mere Piche Aao.

MARIO (murmurs) Are Age Jaoge To Pichge Aaunga Na.

Vetal takes Mario to his bed room. There are photo frames in which Vetal is seen hanging out with other ghosts and learning how to scare people. 7.

CONTINUOUS

However, the walls look moistened due to water leak and it has made the room little cold.

MARIO Aisa Lag Raha Ki, Paani Ne Ghar Ko Sachin Tendulkar Ki Tarah Dhoya Hai...

VETAL Khamosh, Ab Isse Thik Karo.

MARIO Ise To Thik Karne Mein Hafte Lag Jayenge. Ek Kaam Karta Hoon, Kal Aatta Hoon Vectus Ka Pipe, Fitting Aur Solvent Leke...

VETAL Lagata Hai Tumhe Apni Jaan Pyari Nahi Hai...

MARIO Are Kaise Bhoot Ho Yaar, Har Baat Pe Dhamki Dete Ho. Mujh Mein Thodi Fast Forward Ka Button Hai Jo Dabadiya To Fatafat Sab Kaam Ho Jayega. (beat) Aur Sath Mein Vectus Ka Saaman Bhi Nahi Hai Na. Kaise Karoon?

VETAL Main Hoon Na?

Vetal, with a click, brings all the said Vectus equipment for Mario.

Mario stands with a sad face as there is no escape from this job, tonight. So, he quickly jumps into it. He sees that someone has tampered with the pipe.

MARIO Ye Kya Juggad Banake Rakha Hai?

VETAL Are mein Nahi, Ek Plumber Ko Bulaya Tha (he takes out his mobile to show a plumber's photo) Nikkama nikla.

Mario see the photo -- a friend of his, who has been missing for few days. 8.

CONTINUOUS

MARIO (petrified) Woh Gaya Kahan?

VETAL Woh... Gaya...

Mario looks at Vetal with a suspicion. While fixing the pipes, he sees that it require a bigger pipe and informs it to Vetal.

Vetal teleports himself to somewhere to fetch the said item.

Mario looks around and sees a metallic figurine of his plumber friend on the table near the bed.

Vetal comes back with the pipe and gives it to Mario; and he fixes it.

MARIO Aur Kidhar Problem Hai Batao.

VETAL Shhh...

MARIO (in a lower voice) Kya Hua?

Vetal tells Mario to keep quiet. Then they hear watter dripping sound from the kitchen.

VETAL Suna?

MARIO (trying to be funny) Aisa tip tip Ho Raha Hai Jaise Yahan Akhshay Kumar Aur Raveen Aakar Nachenge..

VETAL Ye Kya Comedy Cirus Hai?

Mario zips his lips.

VETAL (CONT'D) Ye Jaldi Se Khatm Karo Mein Thod Kuch Logon Ko Dara Kar Aata Hoon.

Vetal leaves the house for some time.

Mario goes near to sink and begins fixing it. He hears that somebody is calling. When he look up, he sees a small figurine of another plumber friend is on the kitchen rack is calling him. 9.

CONTINUOUS

MARIO (looking towards the figurine) Are Kalu... Tu Bhi Phasa Hai Yahan? Bed Room Mein Pakya Phasa Hai.

KALU Are Bol Mat Yaar, Ye Bhoot Facebook Mein Ladki Banke Hume Idhar Plumbing Kaam Pe Bulaya...

MARIO Lekin Tu Aise Khilona Kaise Bana?

KALU Saste Mein Nipta Ke Chala Gaya Tha. Lekin Jab Iska Problem Fir Aaya To Mujhe Gusse Se Khilona Bana Diya.

MARIO Isliye to Bolta Hoon, Hamesa Acha Kaam Karna. (scolding) Sala Vectus Ka Cheez Istemal Karta To Idhar Bhoot Ke Saath Khelta Nahi..

While talking to Kalu, he fixed the water dripping problem.

MARIO (CONT'D) Ghabra Mat, Mein Tujhe Chhudwa Lunga.

KALU Abe Koi Deal Kar Us Vetal Ke Saath.

MARIO (irritated) Karta Hoon, Ab Tu Mujhe Mat Sikha.

Vetal teleports in to the room with a big laughter. He asks Mario about the job.

VETAL Maja Aa Gaya. Itna Fattu Insaan Kabhi Dekha Nahi Tha. (to Mario) Tapakna Band Hua Ki Nahi?

Mario tells about the quality of Vectus pipe, its reliability and strength. 10.

CONTINUOUS

MARIO Han Ho Gaya Na Bhoot Bhai... Ek Dum First Class Kaam.

Now, Vetal takes him to the toilet room from where sweage water was coming out. Mario looks at his final assignment and plans to make a deal.

MARIO (CONT'D) (looking at the toiler) Ye To Mera Bayan Haat Ka Kaam Hai.

VETAL Thik Se Nahi Hua Na To Mera Bayan Haat Lagega Aur Tu Upar Uthega.

Mario fixes the toilet and makes a deal with Vetal.

MARIO Bhoot Bhai, Mene To Aap Ka Kaam Kar Diya. Aap Ko Bhi Mera Ek Kaam Karna Padega.

VETAL Kya, Tujhe Upar Uthana Hai?

MARIO (smiling) Are Nahi Nahi, Mere Doston Ko Jo Khilon Banaya Hai, Unhe Chhod Dijiye Na.

VETAL Bilkul Nahi, Unhon Ne Mere Saath Cheating Kiya Hai.

MARIO Apne Bhi Kiya Hai Na Bhoot Bhai. Ladki Banke Idhar Kaam Ke Liye Bulaya.

VETAL Khamosh! (contemplates on his deeds) Tu Mujhe Acha Plumber Lagta Hai. Chal Mein Tera Baat Rakhta Hoon.

Mario feels proud for being called a good man.

Now, Vetal with a click releases everyone. The released friends thank both Vetal and Mario. 11.

CONTINUOUS

VETAL Lekin Ab Tera Kya Hoga Mario?

Mario gets scared with that question. Vetal with a click teleports Mario to his wife's bed room.

CUT TO:

INT. CHAMPA'S BED ROOM - NIGHT

Out of nowhere, Mario falls in on the Champa's bed. She jumps out of the bed in fear. But, when she sees that her husband only has dropped here, she calms down.

CHAMPA Are Baap Re Aap Kahan Se Tapak Pade?

MARIO (with an innocent smile) Woh Kya Hai Na Champa Raaste Mein ek Bhoot Mil Gaya.

VO: Vectus Pipe, Jaan Bachaye Lakhon Paye.

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Remembering a Christmas tragedy 50 years later

The 1960s heralded the dawn of the Jet Age for air travelers. And for regional carriers the step up to turbine power often took the form of the Convair CV-580, a conversion of the redoubtable twin-engine Convair series from P&W R-2800 piston engines to Allison 501 turboprops.

An early adopter was Allegheny Airlines, one of the storied regional operators plying the skies over the Northeast and upper Midwest during that decade, flying a route structure that encompassed some of the most challenging weather and terrain in America.

A period ticket folder shows Allegheny’s obvious pride in their new “Jet Powered” airplanes.

All things being equal, the airline had a good reputation among aviation professionals and the flying public. But during the holiday season of 1968, in an isolated Pennsylvania community, Allegheny’s professionalism, safety culture and luck would abandon the airline to a sequence of events no fiction writer could invent. And the echo of those tragedies continues to resonate a half century later.

The Tragedies

Allegheny flight 736 to Washington, DC, originated in Detroit with intermediate stops in Erie, Bradford, and Harrisburg. The Christmas Eve departure from Detroit was delayed almost an hour by the late arrival of the airplane. But the Erie leg and turnaround had been routine as the CV-580 climbed into darkness for the short hop to Bradford. Fifteen minutes later, Erie Approach cleared flight 736 to the Bradford VOR in preparation for the runway 32 approach and relayed the Bradford Flight Service Station’s hourly weather observation: “ceiling broken two thousand one hundred, visibility one mile blowing snow… wind thirteen gusting twenty two.” The report would not be a cause for concern to this experienced crew. But they were unaware that conditions were rapidly changing.

At 20:06 the First Officer reported over the Bradford VOR outbound on the approach. Erie authorized a frequency change to the Bradford Flight Service Station and requested notification when the flight was on the ground. Moments after checking in with Bradford, the Flight Service specialist relayed a report of “poor” braking conditions on ice and packed snow given by a previous Convair crew. Flying outbound from the VOR both pilots discussed the landing conditions:

First Officer (FO) – “little bit of ground contact”

Captain – “Yeah, I saw the runway when we went over it”

FO – “I hope you see it when we get down to minimums”

Captain – “But that’s not the problem. It just means getting stopped.”

FO – “that’s it…. I don’t like, especially when they are reported poor”

Their task was to get the airplane down on the first 1000 feet of the 6500 foot runway to ensure there was adequate length to stop. By 20:09 they completed the procedure turn inbound and initiated a 600 foot-per-minute descent. During the next 30 seconds, the First Officer verbally briefed the missed approach, the step-down fix (2900 feet MSL) and the minimum descent altitude (2643 feet MSL, 500 feet AGL).

Two minutes prior to impact, they began configuring the Convair for landing. A minute later the First Officer told the Captain, “You’re about two and a half miles from the end of the runway.” Beyond that point, they stared through a shroud of blowing snow focused on making visual contact with the runway. The descent rate gradually increased to 1500 feet per minute. Ten seconds before impact, the Captain turned on the landing lights and began to extend the gear. Eight seconds later, the First Officer, staring into the reflected glare, said, “I don’t see a thing.”

As this was transpiring, the Flight Service specialist at Bradford recorded a special surface observation. It showed the ceiling had dropped to 800 feet and visibility to one-half mile. This was immediately radioed to flight 736 but there was no reply. As minutes passed both Flight Service and Erie Approach became concerned. An inbound flight from Jamestown, New York, was directed to hold over the Bradford VOR until the Flight Service specialist at Bradford and the controller at Erie Approach could sort things out.

Flight 736 impacted terrain just beyond the Kinzua railroad bridge.

Inside the shattered fuselage of flight 736, the surviving passengers hung upside down in pitch darkness while coming to the realization that the airplane had crashed. Those who were able to free themselves emerged into deep snow on a hellish night of 30-knot winds at 10 degrees F. Some of them managed to start a fire using Christmas packages, seat foam and anything else on the ground that would burn. And the able-bodied began pulling the injured they could reach out of the wreckage.

Flight 736 was nearly half an hour overdue when the call went out to responders. The State Police swung into action, but everything was working against them. Bradford and its surrounding communities are located in a remote corner of Western Pennsylvania abutting the Allegheny National Forrest. Clinics were either closed for Christmas or minimally staffed. Responders were occupied with family or at social functions. No one knew where the crash was, but every potential location was inaccessible. Still, with the information they had, calls went out to citizens who owned four-wheel drive vehicles and the response came to life.

Thirty-five minutes after the crash, the flight from Jamestown (Allegheny flight 734) remained in a holding pattern above Bradford. Erie Approach cleared it for the VOR approach and asked them to look for evidence of flight 736. On the inbound descent, the crew spotted the survivors’ fire and reported its distance and bearing form the Bradford VOR. Geographically, it was just north of the Kinzua railroad bridge, a local landmark.

A young physician was one of the first to get a call from the State Police. Still wearing a shirt and tie, he navigated his Jeep along a snowbound railroad grade toward Kinzua gorge. In time, a fire came into view through the streaming snow storm. It was surrounded by stunned survivors. The first arrivals tried to open access to the twisted wreckage using axes and crowbars but timely evacuation of the casualties might prove impossible. If ambulances could get in at all, they would need to back down the railroad grade one at a time (there was no room to turn around). To further complicate rescue, the remains of the Convair rested in an icy marsh, its crust easily broken by the weight of a person.

The State Police had made a crucial decision early on to ask each responder to contact anyone they knew who owned a snowmobile. Now these began arriving to pull the injured, hypothermic passengers to ambulances on toboggans. Ultimately they were taken to the community hospital in Bradford or a nearby clinic in Kane.

Rescuers toiled more than four hours to extract the living from the mangled fuselage. Frozen and exhausted, they were wrapping up when the doctor and another responder decided to reenter it for a final check. They heard faint cries coming from the badly crushed forward area near the wing. There, a teenage girl was pinned in her seat. The twisted seat was cut out of the airframe using flashlights and a hacksaw. Decades later, her rescuers would recall that as she was being taken away she had wished them “Merry Christmas.”

The fatally injured passengers were recovered on Christmas Day. One survivor had apparently died from hypothermia.

The NTSB investigating team started arriving on Christmas Day to begin the forensic recovery effort. Thirteen days later, they would achieve the distinction of being the only investigation in history to arrive at the scene of a crash before the airplane!

The second accident aircraft was Allegheny flight 737. And it was a frightening mirror image of the Christmas crash of flight 736. In fact, 737 was Allegheny’s return flight from Washington, DC, to Detroit. The crew also was flying the Bradford VOR approach but in the opposite direction (to runway 14). On descent, flight 736 had initially impacted trees, one of which severed the starboard wing rolling the airplane inverted prior to ground impact. Flight 737 suffered a similar fate. More remarkable was the absence of a post-crash fire in both mishaps.

Allegheny 737 proceeded uneventfully from Harrisburg when, at 20:23, Erie Approach cleared them to descend to 4000 feet and then cleared them for the Bradford VOR approach to runway 32. The crew was given the current weather observation: “ceiling eight hundred overcast, visibility one and one half and light snow showers, wind one seventy degrees at ten [knots].”

They were instructed to contact the Bradford Flight Service Station. Calling Bradford, the crew reported the flight’s position as 10 miles (southeast) from the VOR. Then they requested a change in their approach clearance to runway 14 to accommodate the wind and runway conditions. The Flight Service specialist coordinated an amended clearance with Erie Approach and relayed it to the flight.

By then, they were just one minute from the Bradford VOR. The flight continued outbound from the VOR and started the published course reversal. By 20:32 the captain had radioed “procedure turn inbound” and started a 1000 feet-per-minute descent. That descent would continue down to 2,500 feet MSL – a mere 350 feet above the airport elevation and 800 feet below the published minimum altitude for that segment of the approach.

The flight briefly leveled off (for about eight seconds) then resumed the descent. At 20:39, an anxious Allegheny gate agent walked the short distance to the Flight Service office and inquired whether they had any further communication with flight 737.

On the evening of January sixth, five miles northwest of the Bradford airport, a group of friends was watching college basketball on television. Behind the set was a picture window overlooking a golf club fairway. The sharp crack of splitting trees drew their attention to a dark shape materializing out of the night and drifting across the window. In a split second, the remains of flight 737 slid to a stop on its back. The debris trail had passed within 100 yards of the house.

Local authorities must have been in disbelief when they received the call, but good site access, and recent experience, contributed to a timely and efficient response. As the witnesses to the crash struggled through deep snow, they encountered survivors emerging from gaps in the torn fuselage and led them to shelter in the golf course pro shop. There, they removed an interior door and pressed it into service as a stretcher to carry the more severely injured. A fourth friend, just arrived, used his station wagon to transport the most critical to the hospital in Bradford. And the rescue continued in good order as more resources arrived.

The investigation

Although these accidents were treated as separate occurrences by the NTSB, both investigations were essentially carried out by one team. It would need to find an explanation for how four experienced pilots could have deviated so fatally from published instrument procedures.

The CV-580 cockpit was well equipped by 1960s standards with weather radar, a flight director and an ad-hoc coat rack.

No defects in the airplanes’ mechanical systems or navigation equipment were uncovered that could have precipitated either mishap. But, was there any way such a profound loss of awareness could have affected all four pilots at a critical phase in the approach? The investigators didn’t think so.

So began an extensive engineering and flight test program to expose any hidden flaw in the CV-580 static system that could have delivered erroneous pressure signals to the cockpit altimeters. In the end, the Allegheny engineers and test pilots, and the NTSB investigators, only proved the original Convair certification engineers had done their job properly. And, one by one, other factors like the autopilot mode, VOR facility calibration, flight instrument error and crew fatigue were eliminated.

Ultimately, the investigation centered on human factors and Allegheny’s crew procedures. In that respect, the Christmas accident provided more information to work with. From the cockpit voice recorder they knew the crew was concerned about braking conditions on the runway and, consequently, not being too high at the touchdown zone. From the flight data recorder, they determined the copilot had misreported the airplane’s position to the (flying) captain as 2.5 miles from the runway when, in actuality, it was 2.5 miles (DME) from the VOR. The runway lay a mile farther beyond – a small error, but made at a crucial point in the approach.

Allegheny’s flight procedures required the pilot not flying to call out the altitude, airspeed and descent rate upon reaching 500 feet above the airport elevation. None of the calls was made by the first officer as flight 736 broke through the 500 foot level. Allegheny procedures would also require him to observe the outside conditions and call out ground references no later than 100 feet above the published Minimum Descent Altitude (MDA). But, on the Bradford VOR approach, the MDA was also 500 feet.

That would require the first officer to complete the two tasks simultaneously! A fact that was not lost on the NTSB who opined, “It is possible, therefore, that his attention was focused outside the cockpit in an attempt to comply with the former duty, with the result that heoverlooked the latter.” There is every reason to believe if the “500 feet” call had been made, the captain would have arrested the descent.

The approach plate used by Flight 736’s crew. The Bradford VOR is situated 0.9 miles from the end of the runway. “A small but critical navigation error.”

In its final report, the NTSB gave the probable cause of the crash of flight 736 as: “[a descent] through the Minimum Descent Altitude and into obstructing terrain at a time when both flight crew members were looking outside the airplane.” Contributing factors were “minimal visual references available at night on the approaches to the Bradford Regional Airport” and “a small but critical navigational error during the later stages of the approach.” The rapid change in visibility was cited also.

Determining a cause for the January 6th crash of flight 737 would prove more challenging. The cockpit voice recorder revealed little about the crew’s activities. There was no approach briefing (a plate for the VOR Rwy 14 approach was located in the cockpit) and none of the required call outs were recorded. Similarly, the flight data recorder showed a steady descent through the MDA (interrupted by a brief level off) and into terrain. Both ceiling and visibility were well above minimums.

The NTSB examined 13 possible explanations. Ten were dismissed after analyzing the available flight data, engineering studies and human factors data. Of the three that remained no determination could be made as to which represented the accident’s probable cause: “(1) misreading of the altimeter by the captain, (2) a malfunction of the captain’s altimeter after completion of the instrument approach procedure turn, and (3) a misreading of the instrument approach chart.”

The Board cited an Air Force study showing that visual interpretation of a standard three-pointer altimeter is susceptible errors (in 1000 foot increments).

Afterwords

Within months, a new precision instrument landing system (ILS) approach was installed at Bradford. The airport had been eligible for it years earlier, but FAA funding shortfalls had delayed its implementation.

A number of the Safety Board’s recommendations went on to become cornerstones of a new methodology called “Crew Resource Management.”

Today, most scheduled airlines do not allow non-precision approaches. But for the rest of us, they remain a fact of life. Non-precision approaches won’t disappear in my lifetime and probably not in yours. For the record, I have been guilty of every single error and oversight committed by the Allegheny crews on those tragic flights. The only difference was my outcomes were better.

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