#crashes

[batsybat91]

CW: Fear of planes

You are flying to Machester to see your boyfriend. It's a long, long flight from your nearest airport to him. But you wanted to do something nice for him. You packed everything up for two weeks, and you've been impatient the whole plane ride. I'm going to get to see Simon when I get there!!

The plane hits a few bumps. The woman next to you makes a scared face. "Euh, I bloody hate aeroplanes," she groans.

"Hey, it's just a bit of turbulence," you assure her.

"I really, really hope so," she says, gripping her armrests so tight that you hear her joints pop.

"Where are you flying from?" You try to distract her from the bumpy ride.

"Wyoming. Er, well, Salt Lake," she replies. "It was on me bucket list to go an' see Yellowstone."

"Oh, it's gorgeous up there," you say, offering her a smile.

"Yeah it is, innit?" she laughs, easing up a bit. "I rather liked those big, colorful pools. You know, the hot springs?"

"Yes ma'am-"

The plane plummets down. Your stomach drops, and your hands fly to the edge of your seat. Screaming, crying, and prayers erupt in the plane. It evens out for a moment, before plummeting once more.

The woman grabs your hand and squeezes it tight enough to break the bones. But you don't care. You're silently praying. Please, God, don't let me die, you think frantically. I want to see my boyfriend.

The woman is crying next to you. "Hey, hey, hey," you say, holding her hand impossibly tighter.

"We're going to die!" she says between gasping sobs.

"No, we aren't," you reply, though you're not too sure yourself. Everyone is buckled in their seats. Flight attendants shout to keep your heads down.

"I'm never goin' to see my husband again!" she exclaims.

"Yes, you are," your voice breaks. "I swear to God, you'll see him again."

"Christ," she whimpers. You close your eyes, and you can see Simon. Tears slip from your eyes as the plane continues to plummet and bounce into an even line. God, if I don't make it, make sure Simon knows I love him.

"We're going to be okay," you whisper. "Yeah?"

"I don't know," she whimpers.

"I promise you, we'll be okay," you repeat.

"I'm so scared," she admits.

"Me, too. My boyfriend is picking me up when we land. I haven't see him in a year," you ramble. "I'm scared I won't see him again. But listen, these planes are built to be safe. We'll be okay."

"My husband didn't come with me. It was a girls' trip," she chokes.

"Shh, shh, shh," you soothe. "We'll be fine. We're going to be okay."

What feels like hours in hell is likely only a mere hour. You hold the stranger's hand the whole time, trying not to cry. Just make it to Simon. Just make it to Simon. The plane keeps dropping in elevation, then resumes to normal for a few brief moments. A taste of salvation.

The plane lands in Manchester, and everyone is racing to get off. You're just happy it didn't crash. You give the strange a hug when the two of you stand. "We made it!" you exclaim.

"Thank you, lovie," she says against your shoulder. "Bless you."

You smile, though you're trembling from fear. "Thank you, ma'am. That's very kind of you."

You cannot get to baggage claim fast enough. Simon Riley is waiting for you by the carousel for your flight number, wearing a button-up and dark jeans. You'd ogle him if you weren't so goddamn shaken.

"Simon!" you cry, leaping into his arms. The luggage is forgotten.

"'Ello, luv. You 'right?" he asks, catching you easily. He cradles you to his chest as you tremble against him, rocking you gently. You know that's how people would normally soothe toddlers, but you don't even care.

"The plane-" you manage before the tears flood from you. "It almost crashed! Simon, I- I thought I wasn't going to see you again."

You can tell he has a million questions in his head. Instead, he just says, "Shhh, I'm here now. You're safe. You're safe, darlin'."

[flowersofbuffunerary]

got high and watched jerez 2020 gp (aka marc’s very bad no good crash) and it literally felt like witnessing icarus fly too close to the sun

like the commentators were calling him unstoppable before the race even starts and saying the only way he doesn’t win is if he makes a mistake “which isn’t likely” (ok first of all WHYYY would u tempt fate like that???) then he made that utterly insane save sliding through the gravel early on, was able to make up like 13 places to make it from 16th back up into the podium

commentators were going absolutely nuts abt how he’s “not even human” and that it was one of the greatest rides they’d ever seen, and then-!

…it was just all over. with only a couple laps to go, he gets thrown out of the sky and goes tumbling through the gravel and u can just see how wonky his arm looks. and they replay that shit like 3 or 4 times all the way thru, it’s fucking terrible. anyways, sports imitates mythology or wtvr the saying is

[mohoklk]

Connect the past . . . with the future!!!

[soineffablygay]

nothing makes me tear up like drivers crashing and immediately apologising on the radio and their engineers just asking if they're okay or other drivers asking their engineers if the other driver is okay

[wekraftwerkblog]

Racer von driver Photographer

[opelman]

Racer by driver Photographer

[world-exploration]

FROM : overdoso - Crash American Airlines plane and Helicopter in Arlington, Virginia, USA - January 30th 2025 - 67 dead

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[madcat-world]

Lost Ruins of Arnak: Level 1 Sites (6 of 10) - Ondřej Hrdina

[illfoldthelaundry]

soda gets energetic when he’s tired, like he’ll be absolutely exhausted but he feels like he can’t be tired around people without them thinking something’s wrong so he puts on energy to seem normal but he overcompensates like crazy and he can’t help it. then he’s getting all these comments like “what is up with you today, you’re being weird” and such but in all reality he’s just like so mentally and physically exhausted he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself

[peacefulr4in]

⁠✧.⁠*⁠ Isao Lorcan *⁠.⁠✧

30 years old (30. October)

5'11 ft (1,80m)

Gender-fluid and Demi sexual

Half japanese (Mom) Black kitsune, half chinese (Dad) white húli jīng, has two tails

Parents met at a festival and at first tried to trick each other

Mother served under Inari Ōkami

Father worked as a artisan under an emperor

Isao was created in a life threatening situation when his mother and father used a love ritual

Got adopted by Anastasia (Sebastian's mother) when he was five, also got his name 'Isao' from her (named after her favourite animator)

Isao works a regular 9-5 office job, but often spends evenings at concerts or playing in a band himself

[Please don't TRACE STEAL REPOST my art !]

[mohoklk]

Icons!!! I love them sm

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

Ooc - MORE STORIES

story time! Okay, so I live near Memphis, TN. That means we don't get much snow at all, 3 inches at the very most. But the last three years we've gotten prett deep snowfalls. 5 -6 inches, and 2022 we got 8 inches. So! I really like the snow so I take as much advantage as I can, sledding, snowman etc etc.

But my mother must have had a death wish for me, because she got my brother and I each a snow scooter. Just imagine a normal scooter(no motor) and remove the wheels and slap a snowboard on the bottom, that's what it is. I took one look at it and just 'oh yeeeaaaah'

anyway, we have a pretty steep hill --DONT GET AHEAD OF ME HERE--and there's a ditch at the bottom....

yeah, this is a crash story-

So I work myself up to take my scooter to the top of the hill. It's about 50 feet to the bottom and the scooter is very tippy. Did I stop to think about this was a good idea? Nooooooooooo. I went down the hill, hit the ditch and wound up making a YouTube worthy crash. Arms and legs flying everywhere. It was beautiful.

And the next thing I did after laughing myself silly, I GOT UP AND DID IT AGAIN (with some hesitation mind you)

So now I hath dubbed the scooter the death machine.

[wekraftwerkblog]

Cross von driver Photographer

[opelman]

Racer by driver Photographer

[world-exploration]

cho-yongchul - Take-off, ouch…