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The World’s worst mid-air collisions

While you’d imagine that with an almost limitless sky, collisions between aircraft should be almost impossible, the reality is that nothing is shorter than a straight line, and as such the skies are filled with a sort of invisible highways, pre-established flight paths between airports that all aircraft have to follow to get from point A to B in the most efficient, quick manner, this is why the following accidents managed to take place:

Charkhi Dadri mid-air collision

On 12 November 1996 over the village of Charkhi Dadri, to the west of New Delhi, India, two commercial aircraft, Saudi Arabian Airlines Flight 763, a
Boeing 747-100B, and Kazakhstan Airlines Flight 1907, a Ilyushin Il-76TD, collided in the approach path of Delhi’s airport, a narrow flight path used to both departures and arrivals, where a combination of pilot error on behalf of the Kazakh aircraft, lack of a modern radar in Delhi, and the airports extremely congested approach path lead to the loss of 349 people on board both planes, becoming the third deadliest aviation accident in history. 

Dniprodzerzhynsk mid-air collision

On 11 August 1979 over Ukraine, near the city formerly named Dniprodzerzhynsk, two Tupolev Tu-134A’s on scheduled domestic passenger flights, and both operated by Aeroflot, Aeroflot 65816 and Aeroflot 65735, collided while on cruise flight after an overworked and understaffed air traffic control made a series of communication and direction mistakes, ultimately culminating in a break down of communication and the subsequent crash, killing all 178 people on board both airliners.

Zagreb mid-air collision

On 10 September 1976, British Airways Flight 476, a Hawker Siddeley Trident, collided mid-air near Zagreb, Yugoslavia (now Croatia), with Inex-Adria Aviopromet Flight 550, a Douglas DC-9. The collision was the result of a procedural error on the part of Zagreb air traffic controllers, a combination of bad coordination and use of improper radio language, leading to the loss of all 176 people on board both planes. 

All Nippon Airways Flight 58


On 30 July 1971, a Japan Air Self-Defense Force (JASDF) Mitsubishi F-86F Sabre fighter jet collided with an All Nippon Airways Boeing 727-200 airliner, causing both aircraft to crash. All 162 occupants of the airliner were killed, while the Sabre pilot, a trainee with the JASDF, ejected before the collision and survived. The crash occurred after the fighter pilot, Technical Sergeant Yoshimi Ichikawa , which was practicing air combat maneuvers with his instructor in another Sabre, failed to monitor the air traffic around him, until his instructor realized the impending collision and ordered him to break away from the airliner, an order that came too late. 

Libyan Arab Airlines Flight 1103

On 22 December 1992, a Libyan Arab Airlines Boeing 727-200 took off from Benina International Airport near Benghazi on a domestic flight to Tripoli International Airport. At an altitude of 3,500 ft (1,067 m) during the aircraft’s approach to Tripoli airport, the aircraft disintegrated after allegely colliding with a Libyan Air Force’s MiG-23, resulting in the death of all 157 passengers and crew on the airliner, while the 2-man crew of the MiG ejected. 

This one, while still being classified as a mid-air collision, but after the fall of Gaddafi, the military pilot involved claims the airliner was ordered shot down by Gaddafi himself, in an attempt to show the west the consequences of the embargo imposed on Libya after the bombing of Pan Am flight 103.

Gol Transportes Aéreos Flight 1907

On 29 September 2006, a Gol Transportes Aeréos Boeing 737-800 collided in midair with an Embraer Legacy 600 business jet over the Brazilian state of Mato Grosso. All 154 passengers and crew aboard the Boeing 737 died when the aircraft broke up in midair and crashed into an area of dense jungle, while the Embraer Legacy, despite sustaining serious damage to its left wing and tail, landed safely with its seven occupants uninjured. The accident was caused by errors committed both by air traffic controllers, further compounded by lack of radar coverage over the area of collision, and by the American pilots on the delivery flight of the Embraer Legacy, whom failed to turn on their anti-collision system or TCAS, being unfamiliar with their brand-new aircraft. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! What is the title of that book with Maurice in it? The one you posted a paragraph of, where he's talking about love and how Clive didn't love him? Can you recommend any other books that talk about love, platonic or otherwise? Thank you in advance!

Hello! It’s from Maurice, by EM Forster. Bit of a weird novel, truth be told; I really like it and would definitely recommend it, but it’s very of its time insofar as a lot of the homosexuality is kind of delineated along lines of ‘I am a man and I am attracted to women and think they’re fine’ and ‘I am a man and I am not attracted to women and therefore they’re terrible’. It’s a noteworthy novel in that it’s probably the earliest literary fiction text in the modern Western canon which features a clearly gay protagonist, and in which a gay pairing gets a happy ending, so I do think it’s worth reading, but I definitely think you’d need to bear in mind that it wasn’t written this century.

I think that love is a very general theme in a lot of books (for is not the entire world rooted in love, and is not to write about the world also to write about love, and yet also war, etc etc etc blah) but doing a quick scan of my bookshelf, here are some books I like that are about different kinds of love:

  • Reunion - Fred Uhlman. About a teenage Jewish boy who becomes close friends with a new boy in his year at school, around the time of WW2. A lot of people read this - totally validly - as a romantic narrative, but I always read it as being about that strange kind of love that sometimes happens between people who become fast friends, when it’s intense and borderline obsessive, but platonic.
  • Girl Hearts Girl - Lucy Sutcliffe. Honestly, although this book is predominantly about sexuality and coming to terms with being queer / LGBT in a heternormative world, I’d most recommend it as a book about loving yourself. It’s a phenomenal book and it really instilled a lot of values in me about being confident in myself and my identity. It’s a kind of intrapersonal love, if that makes any sense at all!
  • But You Did Not Come Back - Marceline Loridan-Ivens. Written as a letter from an elderly Jewish woman to her father, who died when she was 15, after they were both deported to Auschwitz. It’s autobiographical, beautifully written, and it ruined me. I haven’t read a book that better sums up what it is to love someone who isn’t there. I think that loving across life and death is a topic that isn’t really written about very successfully all that often, and the way that Loridan-Ivens describes it makes it seem almost like an amputation of the self.
  • Symposium - Plato. I’d be a jerk if I didn’t recommend you this, seeing as it is essentially the definition of the word ‘platonic’. It’s basically a collection of philosophical ideas of what love actually is, and the different types thereof. That myth you’ve probably heard about humans originally being two people joined together, then split from their soulmates? That’s from the Symposium. It talks about love between men (although again, be warned for period-appropriate misogyny) and I recommend it primarily because it’s a good retort to the ol’ ‘well, gay people are a modern invention’ argument.
  • The Boy Who Fell Out of the Sky - Ken Dornstein. This is a super weird recommendation, but hear me out! Dornstein’s brother was a passenger on flight Pan Am 103, and was killed in the explosion over Lockerbie. This book is ostensibly about Dornstein’s quest to find out about his brother’s last moments, but it’s really about familial and specifically fraternal love; how to live up to someone when you look up to them, and how to move on when they’re not there any more. You will cry a whole bunch, but it’s a great book.
  • Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Benjamin Alire Sáenz. Listen. I did not like this book. It just wasn’t really my cup of tea; the writing style didn’t sit well with me. However, I appreciate it immensely as a book for teenagers and young adults which is a) about LGBT characters; b) written by an actual LGBT individual rather than a straight person ‘writing gay’ (as far as I know!); c) written by and about POC. The subject matter is really interesting and I’d definitely still recommend this as a YA book about identity and love, and the journey towards acceptance both of yourself and your peers.
  • The Princess Bride - William Goldman. Listen, this has the single greatest passage about love in any published novel ever.
    • With no more words, she whirled into his arms then, saying, “Oh, Westley, I didn’t mean that, I didn’t, I didn’t, not a single syllabub of it.”
      Now Westley knew that she meant to say “not a single syllable of it,” because a syllabub was something you ate, with cream and wine mixed in together to form the base. But he also knew an apology when he heard one.
      So he held her very close, and shut his loving eyes, and only whispered, “I knew it was false, believe me, every single syllabub.”
  • The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller. Oh, c’mon. You knew I’d recommend this one. It’s the best novel about obsessive love I know. Yes, I’d define it as obsessive; love that is singular and overwhelming and consuming. I can’t talk about this book any more. I will get the sobs again.
  • Giovanni’s Room - James Baldwin. This is a short novel about a man who is dissatisfied with his girlfriend and begins an affair with another man. That makes it sound kind of tawdry, but it really isn’t. The main character is a bit of a tit, truth be told, but it’s a really great example of a narrative about the dangers of denying your own identity and the destructive power wielded by internalised homo/biphobia. It was also written by a black gay man in 1956, so it’s a blessing that it was published.

I need to make a stir fry now, but I hope that was at least 40% helpful!

decoy-ocelot  asked:

Author asks: 7, 18 and 25?

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

mmmmmmmm depends if someone is In Fandom. do you understand what fanfic is? sure, cool, I’ll own up to that with a certain level of pride. otherwise, n o p e.

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition, mostly.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

“Operation El Dorado Canyon,” Bucky says. “Airstrikes. UN condemnation. Pan-Am Flight 73 and 103. Crises of diplomacy, destabilization. The slow and inexorable slide of US foreign policy into what would later become the war on terrorism.” He pauses. Smiles, bloodless and cold and unamused. “Hydra is very good at achieving its goals.”

“What did you…”

“I don’t know,” Bucky shrugs. “Maybe I planted the bomb in that nightclub. Maybe I brought down Flight 103. Maybe I did none of it, maybe I was on ice the whole time, who fuckin’ knows. The bombing doesn’t matter. All that matters is the consequence.”

“And yet,” Sam says, “you’re here.”

“Well,” Bucky says. “It’d be nice to know, is all.”

(from we could jump the state lines)

Window Of Opportunity - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Anonymous said: 4,6 and 13 with Sebastian Stan?? Or just 4&6 whatever you like better

4. “I had to see you again.” - 6. “I missed you.” - 13. “Come over here and make me, then.”

You always felt calmer at night time, perhaps it was the coolness of the air around you, or the quiet of the world which normally sounds over your own voice. People were going to bed now, some people already were in bed in fact, but for you your night had only just ended.

Sebastian walked you to your front door for the fifth time in two weeks. This little outing had just so happened to be your fifth date, and sadly it would be your last for a while. Tonight Sebastian was to leave on flight 103, he’ll be going to Ireland for a while to film for a movie and that’s why he’d rushed out as many dates as he could with you. Not that you were complaining about that.

The past two weeks have been amazing, you practically spent every day with him and the dates were always a surprise, he insisted on it. Thankfully you’d managed to get him to agree to going on dates planned only by you when he returns, just so it will be fair.

He’d taken you to posh restaurants, a fortune teller, a concert for your favourite band, camping. Your favourite date was the one where you had a sleepover at Sebastian’s but you did it like a ‘proper teenage girls dream’; that isn’t to say it was extravagant or anything. You made a huge bed fort, ate junk food, watched rom coms (which Sebastian had a surprising affinity for), gossiped, and then made out for a bit. Whilst that was your favourite, tonight had ended pretty well after he took you out for a couple of drinks until the sunset went away, then he’d taken you to go stargazing.

Sebastian picked a star for the two of you to share, though you knew it would probably be impossibly to find it again amidst the millions of other tiny white dots in the sky, you promised to look at it every night and think of him. He promised to do the same thing.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” Sebastian asked, you’d dressed in a nice summer dress but now that it was around midnight you had felt a little regret not bringing a jumper or something.

You rolled your eyes at him, “calm down babe, we’re almost at my house.” You slowed down your pace slightly and clasped your hand around his, allowing him to lace his fingers between yours. You continued to walk together, your conjoined hands swinging between you as the silence took over once more.

Talking wasn’t a necessity between you and Seb anymore, not after the days you’d spent just properly getting to know one another. Now you were just comfortable. And it broke your heart to think that this might end; once he’s gone on that flight you’ll have to put a lot of faith on Sebastian and hope that when he returns he’ll still want to be in a relationship with you, of course you’ll have skype and texting to sate any desires for a connection with him through the weeks he’ll be gone. But part of you was worried that you’ll just slowly drift apart, he will be in a different time zone as well which just adds more problems.

His hand suddenly tightened yours and you looked up to see him giving you a gentle glare fixed on your eyes, “get out of your head, okay?” Gulping, you nodded your head and shrugged your shoulders as some sort of apology. He understood what you meant and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “We’re here.” He announced.

Looking up, you found your house to indeed be in front of you. And it had suddenly turned into a very lonely looking sight. “I’m going to miss you,” you admitted, turning away from the two story house that now seemed like an empty mansion you no longer wanted, “a lot.”

“I’m going to miss you too, but, you know, I’ll be back soon and when I do get back we can have another sleepover or something.” Sebastian had to bend his knees slightly so he could look into your eyes, the expression on his face was bright. He had a smile filling his face and those blue eyes of his that you loved were practically shining. It all just showed how much confidence he had in your relationship and that really helped with making you believe in it as well. “Now you go to bed, I’ll call you when I land in Ireland okay?”

“All right,” you said this with a lot more glee, your boyfriends happy spirit apparently being contagious. Automatically, your arms went and wrapped around his neck so that you were able to pull yourself up to begin kissing him. Seen as it was going to be your last kiss for a while you took some liberties, not caring that you were stood outside and not in the privacy of your bedroom.

Five minutes of kissing must have passed before Sebastian managed to form enough energy to refrain from you, this sort of refrain you didn’t possess though you felt it would have been quite helpful. “Okay, goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye.” You kissed him once more.

He kept this kiss much shorter than the other one. “I’m serious, goodbye.”

You nodded your head, “goodbye.”

“Bye.” He began to walk backwards.

“Bye.” you responded back, trying to keep the goofy smile from forming on your lips. It became impossible though as Seb almost fell over, he managed to refrain his balance after a second though. “You okay?” You asked through the giggles.

“Yep, goodbye.”

“Bye.” You said again, watching him walk down the drive. And then once he got to the end of the street you decided to call out his name. “Seb!”

He turned around to face you, and you could just imagine the confused expression he must have had on his face. “Yeah?!” He called back.

“I miss you!”

You believe you saw the white glint of his teeth appear beneath the bright street light, “I miss you too!” He called back, beginning to walk away again.

Finally you got into your home, no longer feeling as bothered by its emptiness and concerning yourself more with how excited you were for him to return. You kept your mind busy on that, knowing if you let it stray then you might make yourself sad again and Seb would just whine at you if you did that.

So instead you got ready for bed. You put on your pyjamas, brushed your teeth, and got into bed. You decided to put on a movie for a little bit, choosing to watch Civil War for obvious reasons. By the time that was over, you were starting to feel drowsy and so you cuddled up against your pillows and allowed sleep to take over you. Only, you never truly got it as you began to hear some banging against the window.

The sound had you jumping out of your bed and reaching for the bat you always kept at the end of your bed. As a female living alone in her twenties, you were always scared about intruders, hence the unused (until today) steel bat that had been your comfort through the years. The noise was coming from your window, and when you turned to it, hoping to catch the sight of an idiot bird or something, you were surprised to see Sebastian’s head appearing from the side, a guilty expression on his face.

You couldn’t believe it. You even turned the light on, just to make sure you weren’t dreaming things but not even the light made his silhouette in the window disappear. Curse words escaped your lips as you opened the window, allowing Seb to climb in.

“Hello,” he said, dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes. “Miss me?”

Words were hard to form at first, everything you tried to say came out as a stuttered mess. Of course you were happy to see him, you were always happy to see Seb but it was rather strange him appearing at two in the morning via your window of all places. He must have climbed up the pipe next to your window, and that image alone made your mind swirl once more. “What?” It was the only word you managed to get out, when really you wanted to rant to him about how dangerous it was and how strange it was as well.

He raised an eyebrow at your one word, having to decide for himself exactly which part you were asking about. “I had to see you again,” he explained slowly. Your reaction wasn’t exactly a confidence booster; the slightly angry (or disturbed, he couldn’t really tell) expression on your face conveyed the idea that you didn’t want him there.

“Why?” One word questions seemed to be working out for you and so you decided to stick with that until you manage to get all your senses back into working order.

His shoulders raised and then dropped, “I missed you.”

A laugh escaped you then, it only lasted a second but you knew it had made you seem a little insane. You had no more words to use in your limited vocabulary and so you simply embraced him, your arms taking their usual spot around his neck. It was an amazing feeling, so amazing you found it hard to name. It was an overwhelming sense of love that swirled violently in your belly yet only brought happiness despite it’s aggression. You’d never thought of yourself as a lucky person, yet here you stand at two in the morning feeling like a truly blessed girl.

And it was all because of Sebastian. This man had made sure your two weeks together had been amazing. This man had kept you so distracted on the first date that your anxiety couldn’t get in the way and spoil it. This man had decided you were worth giving up his last few moments before going back to work. This man… was just amazing. And yours.

Tears began to escape your eyes and when Sebastian felt the dampness hit his neck he pulled back slightly so he could look at your face, “what’s wrong?!” His hand that had settled on your waist rose up to wipe away the tears.

“I don’t know, I’m just so happy.” The smile that filled his face was adorable, and it just made that aggressive swirling in your belly begin to hit your insides harder. “Is it too early to say that I love you?”

“Probably. But I feel the same way so who cares?”

You didn’t kiss him, instead you hugged him tighter and Sebastian knew why. You’d already told him that you thought that a hug was a much more powerful thing than a kiss. A hug told the person that you were equal to them, and that you were happily bonded with them. A kiss could distract a person, whilst a hug was an innocent and much more romantic way of declaring companionship.

Once you were finished squeezing him as tight as you could, you pulled away and wiped away any remaining tears from your eyes. “You have to go now,” the words hurt to say but you knew it was the right thing to do.

His eyebrows scrunched together, “why?”

“Because what if some paparazzi saw you climbing into my bloody window in the middle of the night, it will be so bad for your image Seb.” You thought this was a good reason, but he still didn’t seem to care. Instead of doing as you’d ordered, he moved even further away from your window and took a seat on your bed. Bouncing on it as he sat down. “Sebastian Stan, you need to go.” You stretched out the ‘o’, finding that you sounded very much like a child when you did it but you hoped your whining would get him to actually listen.

“My car is outside and it’s got all my luggage in it, my phone has an alarm on it telling me when I need to leave. I thought this through. So, if you still want me to leave…” He began to empty out his pockets, placing his keys and phone onto your bed side table. Once he’d done that, he laid down on the bed, placing his arms behind his head, “come over here and make me, then.”

Back in 2009, Trump allowed Muammar ­Qaddafi to stay on his Westchester estate.

Can you imagine FOX News covering this? A brutal dictator and known terror-supporter [Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland, anyone?] staying at your house is no big deal for conservatives.

Let’s dive into this gem: Donald Trump sought investment partnerships with Muammar al-Qaddafi and the Libyan regime. 

#62 Wait…
  • Ashton: “I need you in my life.” He said immediately regretting your guys’ break up. “Ashton, you’re just saying that because you feel bad! You don’t need me, you just miss me. You miss the feeling of having a girlfriend, for crying out loud! Can’t you see that?” You cried. He showed up in front of your “old” shared house with him a week after the break up. “Y/N, I’m not lying! I don’t just miss you. I need you. My life hasn’t been complete and yeah, all this fame gives me joy and happiness but I’d rather be home with my girlfriend now. Baby, I’m really sorry for all this. I don’t even know what I was thinking. You have to believe me.” He pleaded. You were shocked a little when he still called you his girlfriend. You just walked over to him and pulled him inside then crashed into his arms as he caught you immediately. “You promise you won’t do anything like that?” You sniffled as he wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I swear.” He said half smiling as he leans in to kiss your soft lips.
  • Calum: “Y/N, don’t leave.” He mumbled, pulling you back to bed. “You know I have school then work afterwards..” You sighed as you cuddled back into his arms. “Can’t you just stay here instead?” He asked. “Call in sick or something…hm?” He suggested kissing the side of your head. “We don’t have very many days like this, babe.” He reminded. “I don’t know, babe. As much as I’d like to, you already know I have finals coming up soon and your schedule is pretty busy too, so can’t we just wait until the weekend?” You suggested. “Sure.” He nodded sleepily. “I’m gonna get ready.” You smiled kissing his cheek. “Well good morning to you too.” He chuckled at your cuteness as you left to get ready. When you were about to change your clothes, you looked at yourself through the mirror then felt two strong arms wrap around you as his chin rests on your shoulder. “You look adorable.” He smiled kissing your cheek. “I haven’t even changed my clothes yet…” You chuckled. “Still, you always look adorable and beautiful.” He said making you blush into his chest. “I love you, okay?” He smiled. “Mhm, love you too.” You nodded, smiling. “How about that morning kiss, huh?” He smirked, connecting his lips to yours. “God, I love you so much.” He murmured.
  • Luke: “I need a hug before I leave.” He said standing up from the bench at the airport. He was leaving for another tour after coming home for about two months and in those months, time flew by pretty fast. “I want you to stay.” You mumbled, trying so hard not to cry but tears started streaming down. “I know, I wanna stay too.” He mumbled bringing you into his arms as he kissed your head. “You can come visit though.” He said trying to enlighten the mood. “Luke, I can’t though. I have to go to school and there’s no upcoming breaks. Plus, I have a job.” You rambled. “Why can’t we just break-“ You said but he cut you off. “No, no, no…” He said shaking his head. “It’ll be bet-“ You said. “No, it won’t. I don’t want to lose you in my life. I never plan on to. I promise you, every single second of my life, I will be thinking of you. I always do, you can even ask the guys. We have to stay strong and not let distance win over our relationship. I want to spend my forever with you.” He said wiping your tears. “Flight 103, boarding in five minutes.” You two heard from the speaker. “I guess that’s my call…” He whispered as you jumped into his arms for a tight hug. “Always remember that I love you so, so, so much and I’ll call you as soon as I land, okay?” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Mhm, I love you too.” You sniffled. “Have fun babe!” You half smiled kissing his cheek before he left.
  • Michael: “can’t you sleepover for the night?” He asked after you woke up from your nap on his couch. You two decided to have a movie marathon for the weekend and you were really tired from schoolwork and your job, so you accidentally fell asleep on his couch with your head in his lap. He didn’t mind though, knowing how tired and stressed you were and he thought it was really cute, so he occasionally snuck in light kisses here and there. “My parents would probably kill me right now if I went home in the early hours of the morning like right now.” You sighed. “So, that gives you an excuse to sleepover here.” He smiled. “True,” You smiled. “I’ll text my parents then. I’m sure they’ll be cool with it.” You said kissing his lips sweetly. “Thank you, babe.” You smiled into the kiss. “Mhm, you’re very welcome.” He smirked reconnecting his lips to yours. “I have some clothes for you to change into and we’ll settle in my bed.” He said giving you a piggy back ride up the stairs. You smiled and kissed his shoulder then changed into his clothes. “Woah….” He said as you came into the room with his oversized shirt and sweats. “You like?” You asked twirling around. “It looks better on you.” He smirked kissing your lips again. “Glad you like it..wait, actually love it.” You chuckled. “Night, Clifford.”
  • A/N: super sorry that I haven't posted a preference for a while! I've been really busy with school work and there wasn't any time for writing new preferences but now I'm on spring break, so I have a whole week of free time! feel free to keep requesting :) -A