#VC-10

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1944 North American T-6G Texan N98FP Navy SNJ-5 VC-10 447695 FP by Chris Murkin Via Flickr: 1944 North American T-6G Texan N98FP Navy SNJ-5 VC-10 447695 FP Photo taken at EAA Airventure Wittman Regional Airport Oshkosh Wisconsin USA July 2024 DAG_5597

[usafphantom2]

Victor tanker with two Lightning receivers. Wing hoses transferred about 1500lb/min.

credit British heritage aircraft

@CcibChris via X

[nocternalrandomness]

Al Udeid Air Base, Qatar - Nov 27th 2008

[bigglesworld]

Vickers Super VC10 Srs1151 G-ASGE. With a BEA Trident in the background. At Ringway EGCC in 1966

[ethosiab]

can he stop building so i can finish my drawings before they're outdated

[arget-star]

Birthdays are, historically, just any other day for Sakura.

He doesn’t go out and buy a sweet treat, he doesn’t make a wish while blowing out a candle, and he doesn’t feel any older or wiser or whatever the hell they say you’re supposed to feel.

As a kid, his only celebration consisted of whispering happy birthday to himself in the relative safety of his room. Sakura never did figure out if his guardians genuinely forgot or if they felt acknowledging the occasion was dangerously close to acting like they cared.

Even Nirei—who, to Sakura’s recollection, was the first person in his life who asked for his birthday—initially wanted information for data collection, not out of true interest. (Sakura had initially answered all those inane questions in the hopes Nirei would go away, **but the subsequent celebrations more than made up for fifteen years without.)

Until, of course, Sakura met you.

He still remembers the way you’d asked, eyes bright and curious. Like some damn date on the calendar mattered.

Two years into dating and you haven’t done anything with that information beyond baking him a cake and gifting him a small present. Quiet. Understated. Just how he prefers it. (Nothing like those rowdy Bofurin celebrations that, deep in his heart, he cherishes deeply.)

So this year, he has no qualms about following you to Café Pothos for a relaxed dinner. Changing up a routine every now and again is a good thing, and he knows you won’t go blabbing to everyone within earshot the reason for this little outing.

You’re more energetic than usual on the walk there, practically vibrating. Sakura frowns. “What’s wrong with you?”

The casual shrug you offer is betrayed by the unconscious way you squeeze his hand. “Just excited, I guess. We’ve never had a dinner date celebrating you!”

He huffs in reply. Your effortless positivity is boundless, and not for the first time, he thinks he’s so incredibly lucky he hasn’t scared you away.

“I still don’t see why birthdays are such a big deal.”

“Because!” You halt, rounding on him with an expression filled with so much conviction it makes his chest ache. “It means you’ve been alive for another year. You’ve made memories and met new people and ate good food. And, it’s another year I’ve gotten to love you.”

Well. That’s. Damn.

Flustered, he tucks his chin into the collar of his jacket. You bump your shoulder into his in silent apology. He huffs again, but returns the gesture.

He's quiet the rest of the walk, and you don't try to fill it. Nerves tingle just below your skin; your palms begin to feel clammy once you turn the familiar corner leading to Pothos. Subtly, you wipe your free hand on your pants and hope he doesn’t comment on the one he’s holding.

"Why're the lights off?" Sakura wonders aloud, head tilted as he considers the dim building.

Indeed, no warm glow emanates from the windows. The sign on the door is flipped to Closed. Momentary guilt feels your stomach; you are taking advantage of his gullible streak, however briefly.

"I dunno," you hum, fighting to keep your voice steady. If Sakura notices the off pitch, you hope he attributes it to your earlier excitement. "Think Kotoha-chan's alright?"

He tries the door, startled when it swings open with a welcoming chime of the bell. You slip inside first, catching a flash of someone's smile--Nirei's, you think--before the lights flick on.

"Surprise!!!"

The shout is deafening; people are squeezed into every available spot in the dining room. Nearly all of his former classmates are in attendance. You spot Nakamura-san and a few other members of Roppo Ichiza crammed into a corner.

Sakura makes a noise, torn between surprise and outrage at being caught off guard. He staggers back a step and raises his fists as if to ward off an oncoming blow. Anzai, unafraid of any potential lashing out from his friend, peels away from the crowd, a party hat held in his hands. A matching one sits crookedly atop his disheveled hair.

You’re almost positive Sakura will punch the poor guy if he tries anything. Spinning on your heel so your back is between the two men, you gently place your hands atop your boyfriend’s fists. “Happy birthday, Sakura.”

Bewildered, he looks between you and the assembled gathering, like he’s convincing himself it’s not a dream. Pink tinges his cheeks.

"W-w-w-what the hell is this?"

"A surprise party!" You supply helpfully. "Everyone deserves to have a surprise party once in their life."

Shit. He wants to be mad, and he is, but you're looking at him with such open love and compassion, he finds the anger doesn't last long. He lowers his fists. "They do?"

Later, once Sakura's calmed down and the chocolate cake has been distributed, you pull him aside with a gentle tug on his jacket sleeve. He dutifully follows you to a relatively unoccupied corner of the dining room.

A fork presumably full of dessert sticks out of his mouth, and a party hat sits atop his head. Looks like Anzai wrangled him into it after all; a miracle Sakura’s still wearing it.

"Hey. Having fun?"

He nods. Slowly removes the fork, setting atop the paper plate in his other hand. His throat works as he swallows. A smear of cake mars one corner of his mouth.

"I know I should have discussed this with you. I am sorry."

"Nirei said you two are the ones to blame for puttin' this together."

You smile at that, relieved. There's no anger in his voice. He sounds a little awed. "Yeah, well. We figured you'd be willing to forgive us for shocking you."

He's quiet a moment, tapping the fork against the plate like he's contemplating what to say. "I'm used to these assholes shockin' me. Didn’t think they’d get you involved, too.”

Laughing softly, you reach up, thumbing away the remnants of cake. Sakura watches you, eyes unreadable in the dim light. Subtly, he leans into your touch. You leave your thumb where it is once the crumbs are gone. “You love it. Us.”

The light shifts. His expression is stripped bare, no mask of anger hiding his innermost thoughts. Such open honesty makes you breath hitch in your chest. No words are needed; you know his answer.

He still doesn’t feel taller, or wiser, but he does feel a deep seated sense of belonging, so long as he’s by your side. “Tch, not so loud!”

[strayingsocks]

GABRIEL PLUSHIE CONFIIIIRMEEEEEDDDD FALLS ON KNEEEESSSS

[fmab]

Rain world funny sillys : )

[corvi-fae]

"Yes, always and forever yours."

[scribbletropolis]

I’m two decades late but hello world!!

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1944 North American T-6G Texan N98FP Navy SNJ-5 VC-10 447695 FP by Chris Murkin Via Flickr: 1944 North American T-6G Texan N98FP Navy SNJ-5 VC-10 447695 FP Photo taken at EAA Airventure Wittman Regional Airport Oshkosh Wisconsin USA July 2024 DAG_5597

[usafphantom2]

VC-10 and Tornado AAR.

credit John Ward

@CcibChris via X

[f1archives]

Yuki Tsunoda in the paddock on Friday - Austin, 2024

[bigglesworld]

Vickers Super VC10 Srs1151 G-ASGC. Now preserved at Duxford. At LHR in 1969

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[shannonsketches]

I was looking for Toriyama’s quote about Bulma sensing Vegeta dying and found one about someone asking him about character deatha and this man said “Vegeta seems like he has high blood pressure, so he’ll probably die suddenly” I’m laughing so hard stress would be the death of this man

I think the article around it took it way too seriously as Lore but that took me out thank you Toriyama

This is the context and the quote