parachute suit


     In 1953, Col. Scott Crossfield would don a flight suit, parachute and helmet, then be secured to an ejection seat inside the cramped cockpit of a Douglas D-558-II Skyrocket. After weeks of planning and preparation, a four chamber rocket engine would thrust Crossfield into the history books, making him the first human being to exceed twice the speed of sound. During that golden age of flight test, few could dream that we would one day sip Champagne and watch movies aboard a double sonic airliner. Concorde would make that dream a reality.

     The joint Aérospatiale / British Aircraft Corporation Concorde flew at Mach 2, allowing passengers to enjoy opulence and comfort as they traveled from New York to London in 3.5 hours, not the 8 hours of a conventional airliner. Concorde flew for more than three decades as the first supersonic transport. It truly made the world a smaller place.

     One of only 20 built, tail number F-BVFA was the first ship delivered to Air France. She would roll up 17,820 flight hours over the course of 6,966 flights, culminating in one last landing at Washington Dulles International Airport for permanent display at Smithsonian’s Udvar-Hazy Center in Chantilly, Virginia, as the first Concorde to be permanently displayed in the United States.


Robert Plant 1980s Fashion Retrospective Part 2 – c. 1985.

Robert maintained the mullet through the mid-1980s and added some of the more popular looks and accessories of the decade like the double-wrap belt, twisted neck scarf, and yes, that’s a parachute suit. But, things started to get more interesting because he brought back the unique jewelry, rocked some pretty cool leather motorcycle jackets, and he also gave us the occasional peek at his famous chest.

anonymous asked:

Help me here. I'm trying to love all of Robert's phases, but the mullet is something i can't swallow. So, what are the best pics of curly mullet Robert?

Oh, god, mullet.  Sigh.  As you know, not my favorite look, but these are pretty good (esp the first one whew):

Okay, is that like a parachute suit?  Who knows.  Anyway, hope this helps, anon.  Even Mullet Robert deserves love. :D  xxoo

Leonardo Da Vinci Secrets


Leonardo was reputed to have been the 12th grandmaster in the Priory of Sion (dating back to 1099, with the agenda of continuing Christ’s bloodline), as well as other later [well known] members including Isaac Newton, etc.

Leonardo’s studies and side annotations are written in reverse mirror writing, although it is unclear why. Some suggest it is due to him wanting to hide his messages from the casual observer, or due to the natural inclination of being left handed - which was less difficult for him and became a habit.

He also used sacred geometry when creating his paintings in order to enhance and achieve accurate proportions, e.g. the flower of life.

The pentagon is associated with the number phi, so is the positioning in the painting Mona Lisa. This number phi is also known as the perfect or golden ratio aka. 1.61803399. The golden ratio is the believed to be beautiful as it is seen many places in nature along with the Fibonacci numbers.

Leonardo also had numerous secret notebooks, which included ideas, drawings, and inventions, which have become lost - or well hidden, in time.

Da Vinci wrote secret notebooks in his own code of mirror (backwards) writing, which kept his sketches of airplanes, tanks, helicopters, underwater diving suits, and parachutes a secret. Da Vinci was far ahead of his time and his brilliant ideas were not even realised until centuries later.

In 1517, at the famous Chateau du Clos Lucé in Amboise, France, Leonardo da Vinci presented King Francis I with a gift in the form of a full-sized mechanical lion, so Leonardo in his time was able to create the first functional and self sustaining robot.

Between the years 1476 and 1478 there is a “gap” in his life. There is no written evidence for what happened in his life and why he mysteriously vanished during this time period. When he reappeared in Florence in 1478, his artistic skill was extremely amplified - leading to the belief that he received artistic help from otherworldly or extraterrestrial beings. Later it was found from his personal anecdotes:

 Leonardo details his youthful adventure finding a vast and mysterious cave, he describes being on the edge of this dark cave, and saying that he felt terrified by the darkness of that cave and what might be within it. On the other hand, he felt a certain desire to try to understand what was in there.

After his encounter with the cave one of the things that we see in the grotesque heads is a fairly marked departure from the natural appearance of the human body, the human face, even in its most extreme manifestation visually, the works are so compelling.

These studies raise questions as to whether Leonardo actually drew these figures from still life (such as the mysterious creatures that may have been in the cave) or were simply the products of his imagination.

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hannah montana please ; O; !



“No way, man.”


“We don’t need a bunch of goons following us around all day, Danny, we’re not that famous.”

“Yes, you are. You are now, Stiles. Things have changed since the last tour. This is necessary trust me—I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think so, you know that.”

Stiles sighs and tips his head back against the wall. “And, you tried to use the hot mugshot to bribe me. I know you did.”

“Did it work?”

Stiles lifts the form with Derek Hale printed across it and squints at the professional head shot. He wants to protest but really? Danny knows exactly how to butter him up.

“Fine. Fine. But only if Allison and Scott and—”

“Everyone else already agreed, we were just waiting on you.”

“Alright, alright, but he better be fun.”

Danny snorts, “Does he look fun?”

Stiles gazes down at the picture again, reads the brief info paragraph telling him about Derek’s last job working for someone high up in the government, Jesus. In the personal box, Derek has written, 2 sisters; a dog; jokes from The Bodyguard are not appreciated.

“He seems super,” he drawls.

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The One That Captured His Heart

An Avengers imagine

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: ANGST!

You strapped a couple pistols to your legs and looked at your boyfriend. Steve was inserting a comm into his ear and watching you. “What?” You smiled.

“Nothing,” Steve responded, holding out a comm for you. You took it and inserted it into your ear. Steve pulled on his helmet then moved to the door of the quinjet. The hatch descended and Steve jumped from the quinjet.

“Did he have a parachute?” Bucky asked, coming up beside you.

“Nope,” you rolled your eyes. Bucky shook his head then began to put on his parachute. You followed suit then walked over to the hatch, waiting for the right time to jump.

When the quinjet got near enough to the boat, you, Bucky, and the agents with you jumped and released your parachutes. You guided yourself down to where Steve was. You noticed a man with a gun against Steve’s head. You pulled out one of your pistols and shot the man in the head.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Steve smiled at you.

“Yeah, like you needed my help,” you scoffed, moving to the edge of the boat. You hooked a line of cable to the railing, glanced over your shoulder, winked at Steve, then jumped over the railing.

You free-fell for a moment before the cable pulled taut and you were jerked to a stop. You slammed against the side of the boat, you hands and knees taking most of the shock.

You glanced in to the rather large window to your left and saw the control room. The boss sat in the middle of the room with a guard stationed on both sides of him.

“Y/N?” Steve muttered through the comms. “Are you in position?”

“Yes,” you responded, pressing against your ear so they would hear you.

“On my count,” Steve said. “Three…two…one.”

You ran to your right and pushed off the boat with your feet. You went flying through the he air, swerving to the right. You pulled your pistols from their holsters just in time to straighten out to go through the window.

The window shattered and you landed with cat-like agility in the middle of the control room. You shot the boss then pointed your pistols at the two guards.

Just as you pulled the trigger of your pistols, a searing pain ripped through your body. The focal point was a place right underneath your left breast.

You dropped your pistols and your hands immediately went to your wound. You fell to your knees in pain and lifted up your shirt to reveal where the bullet had hit you. It was bleeding profusely and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get it to stop.

“Shit,” you muttered.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice crackled in your ear. “Y/N!” It was Steve, you realised a moment later.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Is the control room clear?” Steve asked.

You looked around then muttered “Yeah.”

“Then get back to the quinjet,” Steve commanded. You did as you were told. You pressed a button on your belt and the cable began to retract, pulling you with it. When you reach the deck of the boat, you pulled yourself over the rail and lay there for a moment.

The quinjet had landed on the very top deck of the boat. You still had five decks between you and the quinjet. You groaned but pushed yourself to your feet and began to walk to the stairs.

There were moments during your walk to the quinjet that you doubted you would make it but you shook your head, took a deep breath, and continued onward. The walk was long and felt more like a hike than a walk. When you got to the top deck the very first thing you noticed was that Steve was calling your name.

“Steve,” you called as loud as you could, which to be honest wasn’t all that loud. He turned, saw you, and sigh in relief, obviously not noticing the blood dripping from inbetween your fingers. He stepped toward you and you stepped towards him, but you stumbled and, if you hadn’t stabilised yourself against the wall, would have fallen.

Steve’s eyes swept your body and immediately a look of worry came on his face. He sprinted toward you and swept you into his arms, bridal style. He rushed towards the quinjet, yelling, “Y/N needs medical attention, immediately!”

Two emergency medics took you from Steve’s arms and began immediately on digging the bullet from your diaphragm. Steve stood helplessly off to the side, holding your hand tightly and looking into your eyes, a reassuring look in his.

A couple hours passed. You had been transferred to a hospital and the doctor was viciously trying to save your life but you could feel yourself fading. You could see Steve through a window, watching helplessly.

‘He changed his clothes,’ you observed, looking into his eyes, an apologetic look in yours.

“I love you, Steve,” you mouthed then everything went black.

Steve saw you mouth something to him and recognised it as I love you then your eyes closed. The machines started beeping and the doctor got suddenly frantic. They worked hard to restart your heart but nothing worked.

“Alright, I’m going to call it,” the head doctor sighed.

“Time of death: 12:52 A.M.” One of the nurses said.

Steve’s knees buckled and he would have fallen to the ground if it had not been for Bucky supporting him. The doctor and nurses disconnected you from all the machines and moved you to a different room.

Steve rushed to that room and knelt by your head. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a small velvet box. He opened it to expose a ring.

“Just before she died, my mom told me to give this to the girl who captures my heart and I guess that’s why it wouldn’t feel right to give it to anyone besides you,” Steve said, tears beginning to stream down his face.

He lifted your left hand and slipped the ring on your ring finger. Steve laid his head on your unmoving stomach and sighed heavily.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

At the office I had received part of my equipment. My papers: a ration card, a clothing card and an identity card, all made in England to the exact image of French ones. I was given money: 99,000 francs and 1,000 in small cash, and a little gun, a Czech .32. I was the only woman in a group of twenty-two men briefed to leave the same night.
We were led to a small hut where we received our last bits of equipment: a green-and-brown camouflaged parachute suit with long trouser-legs and dozens of zip-fasteners and pockets, a flashlight and spare batteries, a knife and a compass, a small flask filled with rum; even a sharp spade, tucked into a leg pocket, in case we had to bury our parachute ourselves.

Anne-Marie Walters, SOE agent, on the equipment given to her before parachuting into occupied France in 1944.

Excerpt from Moondrop to Gascony, p. 33.

the 90s was a fashion disaster and anyone who says otherwise either is oblivious to the actual fashion trends or didn’t live through the 90s

WW1 German Zeppelin crewman poses in his leather flying suit and parachute harness. (Source - The Drakegoodman Collection.) A total of 115 Zeppelin-type airships was used by the German military in the First World War. The army and navy lost 53 airships and 379 highly trained officers and men, and 24 airships were so damaged they could not be used again. The German Zeppelin fleet was used much more for reconnaissance missions than bombing, with over 1200 sorties flown over the North Sea alone.