out the plane window

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     No cockpit demands as much intense focus as an SR-71 Blackbird’s, and in frustrating irony, no cockpit offers a better view. There was no time to look out the window. The plane knew when your eyes started to wander to the spectacle of earth from 85,000 feet; that’s when something would go wrong. There was much to monitor. The many “steam gauge” instruments reflect a bygone era, giving the pilot information ranging from heading to compressor inlet temperature, each dial representing a critically important system.

      Even though this cockpit was operated through 2,854 flight hours, it looks brand new. That’s because it was only ever flown using the gloved hands of a crew member wearing the essential high altitude pressure suit. Every control is large enough to be adjusted with those bulky pressure suit gloves. 

     You sit atop your throne, the SR-1 ejection seat, which carries a rare 100% success rate. To operate the circuit breakers, you must reach beside and behind your seat, outside your field of view through the pressure suit helmet. To make sure you actuate the correct breaker, you count down the rows and columns by feel.

     March Field Air Museum in Riverside, California, is kind enough to display SR-71A 17975 with her cockpit open. This gives us a rare peek inside the world of the Blackbird, allowing us to look inside something that was formerly top secret and reserved only for a privileged few crew members. These photos were captured using a camera extended into the cockpit via monopod. At no point did I or my equipment come in contact with the artifact.

the signs as summer aesthetics
  • Aries: sitting around a fire with friends, laughing the night away
  • Taurus: on a plane, a mile in the air, staring out the window at the vast world below them
  • Gemini: running outside during a storm and playing in the rain
  • Cancer: walking down the street, hand in hand with their boy/girlfriend, to their favorite spot no one knows about
  • Leo: jumping off a dock into the cool, refreshing water of a lake on a humid day
  • Virgo: running through the sprinkler on a warm, sunny day
  • Libra: running outside in the middle of the night, jar in hand, ready to catch fireflies
  • Scorpio: listening to music and window staring on a long car ride
  • Sagittarius: cruising down the road, windows down, blaring music
  • Capricorn: walking down to the beach at 5am, coffee in hand, ready to watch the sunrise
  • Aquarius: standing atop a cliff, ocean hundreds of feet below, filled with a sense of freedom
  • Pisces: feet in the sand, floppy sun hat, reading a book and taking in the ocean breeze
Gorgeous (Simon Dominic)

requested by @blameitonssamd ❤️️

blameitonssamd asked: OMG!!!! Can I request a story with my Simon Daddy where we go on a vacation to a tropical island and we are at the pool and the reader is uncomfortable in a bikini but wears it to make Simon happy and he praises her in it??

Originally posted by yooneroos

    “Wow…”

    You heard Kiseok’s quiet chuckle next to you as you peered out the window of the plane. You were getting close to your destination, the Virgin Islands, and you had finally broken through the light layer of clouds, revealing the impossibly blue water below. “It’s beautiful!” you exclaimed.

    Kiseok nodded, leaning toward you to see out the window better. “I’ve been looking forward to this for so long.”

    You smiled. “Me too.” You’d both been so busy with your careers recently that you’d hardly been able to spend any time together, so you’d planned this trip so you finally would. You slipped your hand into Kiseok’s and he squeezed it, pressing a feather-light kiss to your cheek before sitting back.

*****

    That evening, after landing, getting to your hotel, unpacking, taking a nap, and eating a late dinner, the pair of you decided to head down to the pool. Kiseok had already gotten ready and you told him to meet you there since you were going to take a little longer. But you were in a quandary.

    You sighed, looking down at the two bathing suits in your suitcase. One was a one-piece with a pretty geometric print, a suit you felt comfortable in. The other was simpler, more minimal- a dark red bikini. You knew which one you wanted to wear- of course the one-piece was easier on your self-confidence. But you knew Kiseok would like the bikini. Well, that was, as long as he liked how you looked in it, and that was the part you were doubtful about. You slipped out of the clothes you had on and pulled it on, looking skeptically in the mirror at yourself.

    No way. There were bulges in the wrong places, the stretch marks you always tried to hide were on display, it didn’t look right. You sighed, looking away from the mirror, discouraged.

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A/N: I have worked on this AU longer than anything I’ve ever written. I’ve edited it so many times and I think now it is finally perfect enough for me to share with you all. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work. It means so much. Enjoy!

You sighed and ran your hands through your hair restlessly as your plane began to descend. You looked out the window at your old hometown, looking for all the familiar buildings, trying to spot your neighborhood. It had been over a year since you’d been back here and happy and painful memories alike were beginning to resurface.

Things had been much different before you had left for L.A. You were blissfully happy, about to graduate college, in a steady relationship, good friends. Everything seemed to be falling into place, when suddenly you’d gotten an offer to work at a huge music magazine, halfway across the world.

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I just noticed, when Dimple says “If those powers belonged to somebody else, we would have seen a completely different world…” in episode 4, he looks out the window and sees a plane passing overhead. In the ending of episode 12 the Kageyama brothers look up at a plane in what I’m assuming is a foreshadowing of the Toichiro arc

I am not this body
you don’t see
when you look out the windows
of your plane
through the geometry of time
we are nothing more
than the thoughts ascending
from our skulls into the pink atmosphere
comets in reverse
we burn brightest in the dark cave of the world
where we paint hieroglyphs
our fingers red with mud
black with coal
lost in the millions of meanings
we thought we assigned to all our pictures
in words
we cannot define what we are
in this place where
the physical is a prison of experience
we cannot escape
living in this burning world
where flames are hot even on the ocean floor
we are leaping over its reaching arms
trying not to burn

So i’m not really in Supernatural fandom, but my roommate is and I’ve seen the series (except for the most recent few episodes), and I wanted to share a revelation I had.

Some fans have noticed the inconsistency between the episodes “After School Special” (4x13) and “Bad Boys” (9x07).

The flashbacks in the two episodes should only actually be a few months apart.  But in “Bad Boys” Dean is shown to be a fumbling teenager who has his first kiss…

We don’t see him and Sam together, but the glimpse we get of Sam is a little kid playing with a toy plane out the Impala’s window.

In “After Schools Special” Dean is portrayed as a towering badass love ‘em & leave 'em sex god

And Sam is a realistic highschool freshman.


Anyway… I figured out why this makes PERFECT SENSE!  Because “After School Special” is a Sam-centric episode, and the flashback we get is thus shaped by his POV.  So remembers himself accurately, but remembers Dean as this mature badass.

On the other hand “Bad Boys” is entirely Dean’s POV, so he remembers himself accurately, but remembers Sam as a sweet little kid, even though he should have been pushing into his teens at the time.

So in other words Dylan Everett (2013) and Colin Ford (2008) accurately reflect high school aged Sam and Dean at the same time.  Brock Kelly is just how Sam saw Dean.  And the little kid with the plane is how Dean saw Sam.

See You in the Sky

Hadn’t planned on this, but yet it happened. I completely and utterly blame @sonatanotwo and @flyboytracy. It’s all your fault. 

Their father was a pilot for the Air Force and NASA. So it was no surprise when the eldest expressed an interest in flying. Their father took him up for the first time before he could even remember, and demanded to go flying whenever their father was home, obsessed with the feel of soaring through the sky.

The third son enjoyed flying as well, but was more interested in how the plane worked than in the actual flight. He would strain to look out the window to watch the flaps move as the plane banked and landed. However, he was always as eager as his eldest brother to fly.

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Supercat in the future...

Kara: CAT! WHERE IS MY SUPERSUIT?!

Cat: I put it away.

Kara:WHERE?!

CAT: Why do you need to know?

Kara: I NEED IT!

Cat: Don’t you dare fly out the window to do heroe stuff, we have been planing this dinner for two months!

Kara: THE PUBLIC IS IN DANGER!

Cat: MY EVENING IS IN DANGER!

Kara: YOU TELL ME WHERE IS THE SUIT, CAT. WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!

Cat: GREATER GOOD?! I’M YOUR WIFE! I’M THE GREATEST GOOD YOU’LL EVER GOING TO GET!!

Imagine you’re sitting next to Kai on the plane on your way to see Your friends in mystic falls and He finds you interesting enough to wanna learn about. “ your favorite genre in music go!” Kai said as you guys played your game of questions. “Anything from early 90’s” you hurried, enjoying this game with the cute boy. He tilts his head and smiles. “Yea?” “Yea,” you replied, looking down at your phone for any notifications and back at him. 

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one thing i like about myself is how quick i make plans…..someone tells me the plane is crashing and while i am sat in my seat i figure out exactly what to do! HOWEVER plans vs. impulse: IMPULSE WINS! i jump out the plane window

Say Something - Rafinha Alcantara

Part 3 in the Give Me Love series

Originally posted by neybutt

He should’ve been celebrating with the rest of the boys but instead Rafinha found himself sat at the back of the plane, earphones plugged in as he stared solemnly out the window at the view of Barcelona beneath him.

It was an occasion to celebrate in every way - any rational human being with a brain would be doing so - yet he was sulking and it was evident to everyone around him. They’d long given up on trying to cheer him up, even Neymar of all people had stopped pestering him and had decided to just let him be.

Rafinha replayed the conversation from earlier on that morning in his head, groaning internally when he reflected on his reaction.

“Have you seen my phone anywhere? I can’t find my phone,” he muttered, shuffling around their bedroom looking for the device.

She giggled, holding it up.

“It’s right here, Rafa,” she replied. He sighed in relief and took it from her, tucking it into his pocket and grabbing his mini-suitcase.

“I’ll see you tonight then yeah? Love you,” he spoke, turning around to get out the door. He was already running late and Lucho would probably bench him as punishment. He was nervous enough about the game.

“Rafa - wait! I have to tell you something,” she spoke up from behind him, getting out of bed and following after him.

“What is it?” he asked impatiently, sighing when she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Um - I wanted to tell you last night but I was with Anto the entire time and when I got home you were already asleep - and I really don’t want to keep going without you knowing-”

“Babe, just tell me, please. Quickly,” he cut her off.

“We’re - well, I’m pregnant, Rafa.” She finally said, biting her lip at the end.

As if on cue, a horn honked outside and Rafa was left dumbstruck both with the news and the sudden sound. He didn’t have a response to her, only staring at her as she patiently stood there with her lips pressed together, waiting.

“I - I have to go,” he stupidly answered, hating himself for the way her face fell and he turned away from her, walking out the door.

He cautiously pushed open the door to their home, knowing he wouldn’t be surprised if he found it empty. Wasn’t his reaction to the news of a baby what had driven her away from him the last time? Who was to say it wouldn’t do the same again?
I almost let out a shout of relief when he found her sat in the lounge on the floor with a little Thiago Messi next to her, gibbering away in the best Spanish he could articulate at the mere age of 3 whilst surrounded by various plastic toys.

She looked up at Rafinha and when their eyes met, a sudden sense of calm overcame him. She wouldn’t leave him - how could he not understand that? How could he even doubt her?

“Feen-ya!” little Thiago announced, holding up his toy car.

“I didn’t know we had a little guest coming over,” Rafinha spoke with a smile, unsure as to exactly what his girlfriend’s sentiments were towards him.

“They had to keep Anto and Mateo overnight, so I offered to look after Thiago for the night,” she replied.

She didn’t sound angry - but she didn’t sound overly delighted either. That was a good sign, right?

Assuring himself that it was, Rafinha proceeded to get showered and ready for a bed he hoped he wouldn’t be kicked out of. He wondered if she’d told Pep or his brother yet. Well, considering the only message he had from Thiago in his inbox was one congratulating him and the Barca boys on the win over Atletico, she probably hadn’t confided in him just yet. But what if she’d told Pep? What if the reason she was so calm was because she and Pep had this whole plan to have him killed in his sleep?

Jesus, Rafael, calm down, he thought to himself, shaking his head.

When he was finished worrying himself to death he made his way out of their room to look for her, finding her in the guestroom.

He stood in the doorway, feeling his heart melt for her and expand with nothing but love for her as he watched her rock Thiago in her arms as she hummed to him. He shared the little boy’s fascination for her - his feelings mirroring the way Thiago held the long strands of her hair in his fingers and the way his eyes remained fixated on her.

There was something about her that had hit him the moment he’d seen her all those years ago when they’d been younger. It was the same thing that had kept him chasing after her, never ceasing his calls and messages to her even when he was met with silence from her end.

And it was the reason for the promise he’d made to her at his brother’s wedding when he’d begged her to give them a chance - he did want to start a family with her, he did want her by his side as he grew old - so why the hell was he being such an ass to a girl who was clearly made for him?

He straightened up once she set a sleeping Thiago down and tucked him in, turning around to find him stood in the doorway. She silently walked over to him and he stepped aside as she pulled the door halfway shut.

The silence between them as they looked at each other lasted 4 heart beats before Rafinha let out a defeated breath, enclosing her in his arms and burying his face into the side of her neck, crushing her against him. She seemed to relax under his touch, her fingers finding the back of his head and gently running them through the short strands of his hair.

“I’m sorry about how I reacted,” Rafinha spoke, muffled against the side of her neck.

“I’m sorry I threw that at you so suddenly. I should’ve waited until you got back,” she replied in a timid voice.

Rafinha pulled back to look at her, taking hold of her face in his hands.

“Don’t be - I know that after what happened last time…I don’t exactly have the best track record for when it comes to things like this. And I shouldn’t have reacted like that. It’s far from how I actually feel, I promise you.” He reassured her. “Seeing you with Thiago…it put it all in place for me. I can’t wait for our baby, amor. You’re going to be such a good mom.”

She blinked away the tears in her eyes, her face breaking out into a huge grin.

“Rafa…we’re having a baby,” she whispered in disbelief.

Rafinha laughed, bringing her face to his.

“We’re having a baby,” he spoke against her lips.

And there was nothing that could’ve made him happier.