#leroy c

[roughridingrednecks]

Cletus

[connie-thoughts]

alright friends so you know how wilbur is a piece of trash?

well i read dsmp fanfic (dark sbi mostly) (and also if you have fic recs please send them to me) and although it's really easy for me to differentiate between c!wilbur and irl!wilbur, ik it's hard for some people.

but I still want that dynamic in the fic i read, it's a good one

so what if we got some tags going on ao3 like "Damian as Wilbur" or "i replaced wilbur with [name]"

replace wilbur! make him leroy! make him john!

[worldweknew-0]

Im screaming throwing on the ground

[politicaldilfs]

Florida Governor DILFs

Bob Graham, Bob Martinez, Jeb Bush, Charley Eugene Johns, W. Haydon Burns, LeRoy Collins, Buddy MacKay, C. Farris Bryant, Claude R. Kirk Jr., Doyle E. Carlton, Millard Caldwell, Fuller Warren, Rick Scott, Daniel T. McCarty, Wayne Mixson, Reubin Askew, Lawton Chiles, Charlie Crist

[menshusband]

This is fine

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]

[wyattxabhrams]

WITH: @leeabhrams LOCATION: the abhrams house, avonlea terrace

[↪Lee Abhrams]: I’m out front.

Propped against the open car door, Wyatt waited for the younger Abhrams to appear. Despite living in the same house, it seemed on brand for them to be communicating through phone. He could have just as easily knocked on his door like when they were kids and he had taken his brother out to the club on numerous occasions. If he thought back to it, Lee had been the first one Wyatt dragged out of his room the day the eldest Abhrams came back with his license. That day had been one for the books. If he closed his eyes, he could still hear Delilah’s concerned pleas in the background as he herded the other three Abhrams children into the backseat of his car to pick up the Parrish boys on their way to ice cream. Don’t go too fast. Stop at the lights. Wear your seatbelts. Come straight home.

In a childhood otherwise marred by darkness and maturing beyond their years, it was one of the few memories that retained the childish excitement of a teenager, flexing to his siblings and friends that he could drive. The thrill of knowing this was his first step towards adulthood. Symbolically, the first step towards running without relying solely on his own two feet. Their father was absent in this memory, like many others. And maybe that was precisely what made allowed Wyatt to recall it fondly. Thinking back on the moment now, maybe he should have driven them all out of Covington that very moment. It would have been the greatest escape.

Instead, hopped up on sugar and naiveté, they’d returned right back to the hell they called home. And now, overflowing with cynicism and reluctance, they were back once again. As the door opened and Lee walked out, Wyatt nodded to the passenger side door for him to get in.

[claudia1829things]

"LITTLE WOMEN" (1949) Review

"LITTLE WOMEN" (1949) Review

Louisa May Alcott's 1868 novel is a bit of a conundrum for me. I have never been a fan of the novel. I have read it once, but it failed to maintain my interest. Worse, I have never had the urge to read it again. The problem is that it is that sentimental family dramas - at least in print - has never been appealing to me. And this is why I find it perplexing that I have never had any problems watching any of the film or television adaptations of her novel.

One of those adaptations proved to be Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's 1949 adaptation, which was produced and directed by Mervyn LeRoy. It is hard to believe that the same man who had directed such hard-biting films like "LITTLE CAESAR", "I AM A FUGITIVE FROM A CHAIN GANG" and "THEY WON'T FORGET", was the artistic force behind this sentimental comedy-drama. Or perhaps MGM studio boss, Louis B. Meyer, was the real force. The studio boss preferred sentimental dramas, comedies and musicals. Due to this preference, he was always in constant conflict with the new production chief, Dore Schary, who preferred more realistic and hard-biting movies. Then you had David O. Selznick, who wanted to remake his 1933 adaptation of Alcott's novel. One can assume (or not) that in the end, Meyer had his way.

"LITTLE WOMEN", as many know, told the experiences of the four March sisters of Concord, Massachusetts during and after the U.S. Civil War. The second daughter, Josephine (Jo) March, is the main character and the story focuses on her relationships with her three other sisters, the elders in her family - namely her mother Mrs. March ("Marmee") and Aunt March, and the family's next-door neighbor, Mr. Laurence. For Jo, the story becomes a "coming-of-age" story, due to her relationships with Mr. Laurence's good-looking grandson, Theodore ("Laurie") and a German immigrant she meets in New York City after the war, the equally good-looking and much older Professor Bhaer. Jo and her sisters deal with the anxiety of their father fighting in the Civil War, genteel poverty, scarlet fever, and the scary prospect of oldest sister Meg falling in love with Laurie's tutor.

Despite my disinterest in Alcott's novel, I have always liked the screen adaptations I have seen so far - including this film. Due to the casting of Margaret O'Brien as the mild-mannered Beth, her character became the youngest sister, instead of Amy. Screenwriters Sally Benson, Victor Heerman, Sarah Y. Mason and Andrew Solt made other changes and they left out some of Alcott's memorable plot points from the novel's narrative. But these changes, however regretful a few of them were (namely Jo and Amy's conflict over the former's manuscript) did not have any real impact on Alcott's original story. Ironically, both Victor Heerman and Sarah Y. Mason wrote the screenplay for Selznick's 1933 film. This should not be surprising, considering that this adaptation bears a strong similarity to the earlier version. I thought Mervyn LeRoy's direction injected a good deal of energy into a tale that could have easily bored me senseless. In fact, MGM probably should have thank its lucky stars that LeRoy had served as producer and director.

As much as I admired LeRoy's direction of this film, I must admit there was a point in the story - especially in the third act - in which the pacing threatened to drag a bit. My only other problem with "LITTLE WOMEN" is that I never really got the impression that this film was set during the 1860s, despite its emphasis on costumes and the fact that the March patriarch was fighting the Civil War. Some might say that since "LITTLE WOMEN" was set in the North - New England, as a matter of fact - it is only natural that the movie struggled with its 1860s setting. But I have seen other Civil War era films set in the North - including the 1994 version of "LITTLE WOMEN" - that managed to project a strong emphasis of that period. And the production values for this adaptation of Alcott's novel seemed more like a generic 19th century period drama, instead of a movie set during a particular decade. It is ironic that I would make such a complaint, considering that the set decoration team led by Cedric Gibbons won Academy Awards for Best Art Direction.

I certainly had no problems with the cast selected for this movie. Jo March seemed a far cry from the roles for which June Allyson was known - you know, the usual "sweet, girl-next-door" type. I will admit that at the age of 31 or 32, Allyson was probably too young for the role of Jo March. But she did such a phenomenon job in recapturing Jo's extroverted nature and insecurities that I found the issue of her age irrelevant. Peter Lawford, who was her co-star in the 1947 musical, "GOOD NEWS", gave a very charming, yet complex performance as Jo's next door neighbor and friend, Theodore "Laurie" Laurence. Beneath the sweet charm, Lawford did an excellent job in revealing Laurie's initial loneliness and infatuation of Jo. Margaret O'Brien gave one of her best on-screen performance as the March family's sickly sibling, Beth. Although the literary Beth was the third of four sisters, she is portrayed as the youngest, due to O'Brien's casting. And I feel that Le Roy and MGM made a wise choice, for O'Brien not only gave one of her best performances, I believe that she gave the best performance in the movie, overall.

Janet Leigh, who was a decade younger than Allyson, portrayed the oldest March sister, Meg. Yet, her performance made it easy for me to regard her character as older and more emotionally mature than Allyson's Jo. I thought she gave a well done, yet delicate performance as the one sister who seemed to bear the strongest resemblance to the sisters' mother. Elizabeth Taylor was very entertaining as the extroverted, yet shallow Amy. Actually, I have to commend Taylor for maintaining a balancing act between Amy's shallow personality and ability to be kind. The movie also featured solid performances from supporting cast members like Mary Astor (who portrayed the warm, yet steely Mrs. March), the very charming Rossano Brazzi, Richard Stapley, Lucile Watson, Leon Ames, Harry Davenport, and the always dependable C. Aubrey Smith, who died not long after the film's production.

Overall, "LITTLE WOMEN" is a charming, yet colorful adaptation of Louisa May Alcott's novel. I thought Mervyn LeRoy did an excellent job in infusing energy into a movie that could have easily sink to sheer boredom for me. And he was enabled by a first-rate cast led by June Allyson and Peter Lawford. Overall, "LITTLE WOMEN" managed to rise above my usual apathy toward Alcott's novel.

[longliverockback]

Chuck Berry On Stage 1963 Chess Record ————————————————— Tracks: 01. Go Go Go 02. Memphis 03. Maybelline 04. Surfing Steel 05. Rocking on the Railroad 06. Brown Eyed Handsome Man 07. Still Got the Blue 08. Surfin’ U.S.A. 09. Jaguar & the Thunderbird 10. I Just Want to Make Love to Yo 11. All Aboard 12. Trick or Treat 13. The Man and the Donke —————————————————

Fred Below

Chuck Berry

Reggie Boyd

Leroy C. Davis

Willie Dixon

Ebbie Hardy

Johnnie Johnson

George Smith

Otis Spann

Phil Thomas

* Long Live Rock Archive

[calciopics]

UEFA Champions League 2022/23 - Matchday 3 - Bayern Munich 5-0  Viktoria Plzeň

Fußball Arena München - Munich Group C

Leroy Sané 7′,  50′

Serge Gnabry 13′

Sadio Mané 21′

Eric Maxim Choupo-Moting 59′

[roughridingrednecks]

Cletus

[runnning-outof-time]

on repeat 🔁

Thanks for the tag Cia! @holacia3 🧡

go to 'on repeat'/heavy rotation playlist on spotify/apple music, throw it on shuffle and share the first 10 songs you get

as always…breaking out the ‘What’re You Listening To?’ playlist for this:

Northern Thunder by Zach Bryan

Kill the Lights by The Glorious Sons

Trust by Chris Stapleton

beer by HARDY

Livin’ Next to Leroy by Ashley McBryde

Train (Nashville Sessions) by Jackson Dean

Blackout Betty by Ashley McBryde

Traveling Man by Zach Bryan

Open the Gate by Zach Bryan

Godless, Graceless and Young by The Glorious Sons

special mention: High Road by Koe Wetzel b/c it’s been on repeat in my head all day today.

Tagging: @zablife @little-diable @darklydeliciousdesires @novashelby @toms-cherry-trees @look-at-the-soul @forgottenpeakywriter @emotionalcadaver @huntingingoodwill @writers-hes

[aviationgeek71]

P-51K Mustang, 355th Fighter Group, 352nd Fighter Squadron, Lt Leroy C Pletz in flight, 1944.

[usaac-official]

Sunny II and crew, 351st Bomb Squadron. They were the first crew in the 100th Bomb Group to finish a tour of 25 missions

(L-R, standing) George E. Flanagan - ROG, Elder D. Dickerson - WG (KIA 8 Oct 43 at Bremen), Richard B. Cooke - BTG, John Parmentier - Crew Chief, Victor R. Combs - TTE, Leroy E. Baker - TG, Donald O. Ellis - WG

(L-R, kneeling) Francis C. Chaney - BOM, timothy J. Cavanaugh - NAV, Ollen Turner - 351st Squadron Commander, Glen Dye - P, John H. Luckadoo - CP

[inkyvendingmachine]

Mobs and Stalkers Season 4, Episode 3

💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀 Call of Cthulhu Season Four Masterpost (Coming Soon)

Warning: This campaign is an edited version of  a Call of Cthulhu scenario from the Tales of the Crescent City book. While a lot has been changed, there IS spoilers for it throughout these posts.

Who is this guy and why is he following us? Why are we following him?? Why are we interreacting with mobs again??? How does this keep happening to us?????

Art Credit: @inkdemonapologist : sketching + inking @inkyvendingmachine : concept + colouring

IT IS THE NEXT MORNING. EVERYONE WAKES UP AND NOBODY (who slept over at JDS) IS MISSING, OR DEAD.

THAT’S GREAT.

Bendy even slept on top of Jack during their slumber party, trying to give the same comfort as an Beans might give. It might’ve been weird otherwise, but after all the hectic nonsense going on and not being able to feel safe going home, in this case it was welcome.

Joey slept on his research notes. 

But it is a work day (at least it’s friday,,,) so the cots are shuffled away before people start coming in and questioning the group about the spontaneous night in. And foreseeing this might be a future issue if stuff goes haywire and they have to hide out at JDS more, Joey takes the holiday opportunity to get everyone out of the office for a while.  Enjoy New Years Eve off, go party! Also New Years, to recover from the party. And also… the day AFTER New Years, to do all the things you meant to do on New Years but you were recovering from the party!! Look how nice Joey Drew is, giving so many thoughtful days off. Nobody come back until Thursday or else.

While everyone else is getting some work done, Joey checks in on Norman who didn’t even call in. He seems fine, but he��s still adamant about staying at home. Okay you do you.

(Joey sends Susie to hang out with Norman, as his inside woman and also because the Norman vs. Susie perception of the world will be nice when more things just. C h a n g e.)

The team has two big leads for trying to find Alan Leroy: Chandler Kreel and Amanda Cornish. Both of them are apparently good friends with him, and with addresses in hand, they split up to try and track down the danged clarinetist that they probably need to get to.

Jack and Sammy drive downtown to a bunch of law offices with apartments above, searching for Amanda. They’re able to get to her door pretty easily, but Amanda isn’t the one who answers. Her sister does! Luckily Jack’s there to run introductions because otherwise Sam’s scowling face probably would have just been turned away at that point. Sitting in the waiting room, Amanda soon joins them and admits that the last time she saw Alan was at a christmas party they went to… but seems to be kind of standoffish about any other information.

After some more charming by Jack, it’s revealed that she thinks he might be in trouble with the mob, and uh, Sammy… looking the way he does……. Maybe made her think they were the mob?? But with confirmation that, no, they super aren’t the mob and in fact are trying to find Alan before he possibly gets in trouble with a mob or two, she’s a bit more relaxed. Something weird is happening, because Alan really doesn’t seem like the type to be in trouble with the mob. And the last weird thing she remembers happening with Alan was… well, he got freaked out over some book she gave him for the holidays!

What’s so scary about a book? It was a pretty interesting read, here she’ll go grab it for ya!!!

Sammy is looking away Sammy is looking away Sammy refuses to look in any direction near Amanda as she, indeed, brings out a little black book with the Yellow Sign on it. 

Jack immediately feels it wiggle into his head. But at least he’s able to wrap up the conversation with her in a… semi-normal manner? While Sammy’s eyes, darting anywhere else, find a photo on the mantelpiece that features Alan Leroy and friends, hanging out at a party scrawled with the note: Skinner Place, May, 1934… and Sammy is CERTAIN he recognises the man.

Oddly, his clarinet in the photo is missing one of the extensions he'd expect for a professional player...…….

Joey and Henry take the brown Mercedes to check out Chandler Kreel, who luckily lives in a nice part of the city that feels like a Mercedes might be somewhat… less… easily noticeable. 

He answers the door but seems extremely nervous, like Amanda was. Leroy is great! So good at clarinet you wouldn’t even know he was down a finger!! Also totally a swell guy who shouldn’t be in any trouble so why are you heeerree?? 

Through Joey’s uh, storytelling skills, and Henry's good calming daditude, they get the idea he’s a loyal friend who wants to make sure he’s helping his buddy and not handing over information to the mob or any other parties that might be after Alan… Which means, he probably has information on where Alan is. Since it’d be suspicious to just plain ask, Joey goes the heartfelt “please reach out to us we’re here to help,” direction and hands off contact information. 

While returning to the car, Henry and Joey find someone oogling over it… and this time it’s not some girl trying to declare herself Henry’s lifelong love, but the pale-faced man in a black suit that’s been seen everywhere recently. Their conversation is short, as the man mentions looking for a “wandering player” that needs to be returned to his place, and he walks off after some vague threats about what happens if you are in his way. Or if you lie to him, don’t do that either.

His mask-like face doesn’t move while communicating any of this.

Henry tells Joey once they’re alone that he thinks that guy is Fowler. He has the same nervous fidget Fowler used to…

Jack and Sammy go to stop by Norman’s on the way back, and find that… his place is apparently a block down from where it used to be!! 

GREAT!!!!

When he answers the door and is immediately and frantically questioned about this, he takes a look around and confirms, shrugging and simply stating “it seems like I’ve moved.” 

He invites them in for a housewarming party.

Susie and Norman have been playing cards. There’s no updates on Avadon. Jack and Sammy update them about the few tidbits of information they’ve found, and Norman finds a piece of junk mail to hand off to Jack before they head out. Since… the address on there seems to have changed too, so if Norman ends up moving again, well… they’ll know where he is!

The four of them meet back up at JDS to exchange information about Alan Leroy, and also eject the yellow sign from Jack’s head asap. Sammy's still worked up about this clarinetist's missing E flat extension, but Joey dismisses this as old news -- obviously; he's missing a finger. Keep up, Sammy. Peter has kind of also met back up with them, leaving a message on Joey’s phone talking about sightings of the masked man going through some magic shops in the city. And the fact that despite all his digging, he really can’t find anything about where this Leroy guy came from…

Joey tries to call Peter back by memory and it doesn’t work. We’re not going to talk about the fact that Joey has Peter’s number memorized. Pulling out his phone book, indeed, Peter’s number on paper has changed and that one DOES work. 

Before they get much of a conversation going at all, Joey hangs up on Peter to try something. Instead of dialing a number in, or looking one up… he just wills himself to dial a number in to call Alan Leroy.

It kiiiindaaa works.

Joey manages to call Alan Leroy’s phone, but the same servant picks up and insists that Alan hasn’t returned home. Joey hangs up on him. 

Peter gets a call back. Okay so there’s those Magic Shops he wants to check out, and also he has a lead on the gangster guy who shot the gun during the charity event. To keep Peter from doing nonsense alone and probably being abducted to Carcosa, Jack and Joey decide to go with him to investigate magic shops, while Sammy and Henry uneasily go to the bar to find info on the gangster guy, once Sammy is reassured that this won’t be like last time and all he has to do is eavesdrop. This surely will only go well.

At the bar, Henry casually brings up the charity dinner shooting while trying to fish for information, and maybe he talks a little too much, because suddenly all eyes are on him. What! Sammy wasn’t doing any talking so Henry was just trying to… do….what Joey would do? Henry trying to do what Joey would do has never gone wrong before…

Sammy and Henry are in a mob car, only kind of against their will. They are escorted to a restaurant, where they meet the extremely average looking Italian mob boss, Johnny Nero, who wants to know what they know about this pale masked man. At first it seems like they’ve made another great terrible get-yourselves-kidnapped-by-a-mob mistake, but the boss seems surprisingly rattled, and after some grilling from Sammy, Nero admits that… he’s seen some stuff that shouldn’t be…

… and Sammy hits the nail on the head when he asks, have you seen the y͟el͜l͘ow sig̵n?

Henry steps in and decides to offer to help him… to get him on our side, and understand that we are not a threat to him, we’re simply trying to remove the same thing from the city. After some pressure, Nero is convinced, and goes through the extremely normal process of Henry writing eldritch symbols with his own blood to remove the sign from him. After the nightmare has been yeeted from his brain, Nero turns out to be a wee bit nicer: he gives us all the info he has, but insists that if we find whatever the pallid mask guy is looking for, to give it to him so he can use it to get the guy gone.

And then he kicks them out without even offering them a ride back to their car at the bar.

Wrow.

What an extremely average super not classy even mob boss. 

That’s gonna get you a terrible review on yellowp my dude.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, it’s time for

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*SHOPPING✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*~~!!

The first store is called Cool Jewel Skull. It has cool jewels and skulls. Surely that’s exactly what it says in the book, because it’s extremely not a legit shop, and Jack spends the entire walk to the next shop dunking on it to keep Joey's spirits up. They did find out that not just the Phantom but Leroy had been through it though!

The next stop is an apothecary, and it does seem a lot more actually occult stuff. The guy recognizes a photo of Leroy and confirms he came through looking for protective charms, but when he went to buy one, he dropped it upon touching it and immediately left?? Then the Pallid Mask guy came through later… Not much info on him, except that he was creepy, but we already knew that. The interesting thing is though, the charm that Leroy dropped? It has the same symbol on it that Henry uses to expel the yellow sign from people’s heads. So… weird that he didn’t take it with him…. And seemed allergic to it as well.

The three leave and try to go to the last shop on the list… but the address is missing from the paper now. Like… completely gone. Joey gets the great idea to try his “I'm going to will myself there” trick and closes his eyes, imagining a route to this store he’d never been to before, and giving Jack directions to drive there. Suddenly Jack slams on the brakes and manages to keep from completely smashing into… a man in a suit… and a pale mask…. There’s definitely a dent in the bumper now though, because Jack wasn’t that quick, and apparently a moving car is not more solid than this thing is. 

Joey immediately starts cursing him out, but he insists that Joey called him?? before going around to the side of the car and opening the back seat door… where Peter is sitting. Not having this AT ALL, Joey tries to beat him out of the car with his cane, only to be thrown back against the dashboard. 

With Jack frozen in terror and Peter having an oddly difficult time moving to even the other side of the car away from this pale jerk, Joey immediately decides he cAN AND WILL RIP THIS ASSHOLE OUT OF EXISTENCE. 

And… somehow, it works.

It sure tears something into him alright, and manages to boot him out of the car, giving enough time for Joey to demand Jack step on it. And Jack, panic stricken, somehow manages to follow the command and at least not run into anything else as they drive off into the night – But just as he’s hit the gas pedal, he does feel the cold of both glass shards and … something else, as  he gets touched by a hand smashing through the window in the last second. 

Luckily Jack bought the first car on the market in the US that had safety glass so he’s not going to be fucked up much from this in the physical department, except for his wallet maybe.

Mentally though? Memories flood in… 

memories of a time he visited a dream with his eyes closed, and almost had his head removed.

After they’re at a safe distance, a shaken Peter manages to pull the door closed. 

And thank them.

[crazycurly-77]

Hey, Ms. Secret Service! - Chapter 5

Thankfully for your team, the other day there was finally a new case to solve. A Marine was found dead in a warehouse in the middle of a field. They immediately began to investigate, lucky to do fieldwork again instead of sitting in the office all the time. 

Left alone you were in a meeting with your pilot colleagues the whole day for preparation of their mission. The pilot of the helicopter you had to instruct additionally concerning the flying of the machine, but that was for another day.

The meeting lasted until the late evening and you went home without seeing any of your colleagues. 

When you entered the bullpen the next morning, they were already gone. So you sat down and began to set up the briefing for the helicopter pilot. From time to time you wondered “how are they doing? Do they have enough evidence to resolve the case? Was the Marine murdered?”

You sighed, all of these questions had to wait until they came back. 

Then your mobile rang “Y/L/N” 

“Hey Y/N, this is Jackson! Thought about our visit to the airshow. When do we want to meet?”

“Hi, nice to hear you. Thought about 4pm, would that be okay with you?” 

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay,I will pick you up at 4pm at Gibbs’ house. Can't wait to see all the planes.”

“Me too, will be funny. Until later!” 

“Until then!” 

You hung up and concentrated on your work again. 

You packed your things to drive to Gibbs’ house at 03:30 pm without having seen or heard anyone from your team and when you arrived to pick up Jackson he already waited for you. He got in the car and you drove to the airport, both excited in anticipation of what you will hopefully see. 

You strolled through the planes, one more beautiful and stunning than the other. You both chatted a lot and couldn't get enough of this event. Then your mobile rang suddenly. You took it out of your pocket and saw the caller ID on the screen. It was Gibbs. 

“Y/L/N” you answered his call. 

“We are 20km outside of Charlottesville in the east of the town. The Marine committed accidental suicide by drunkely cleaning his gun. Besides of that here are a lot of old non-functional weapons too, which we have to destroy. So come and get them.”

“Am I a cargo company?” you asked slightly annoyed. 

“Y/L/N, get your ass down here. Now!” he yelled into the microphone.

With that he hung up and you looked at Jackson. “What's the matter?” he asked. 

“That was the boss. I have to fly to get a lot of evidence from Charlottesville to D.C.”

“So what's the problem?” 

You sighed “I have to do it now.”

He thought about that shortly and then said “when you have to transport a lot of things, do you have a plane to do this job?” 

“Thought about that, too. You see this C-47 over there?” 

He nodded “yes.”

“This one belongs to a friend of mine. Think I can have it for the job. But I need a second pilot to fly it.”

“He's standing here right beside you. Let's go and get up in the air” he said and walked determinedly to the plane. 

Thankfully Tom, the owner of the plane, stood there and chatted with some visitors. 

“Hey, Tom!” 

“Hey, Y/N! How are you doing?” 

“Fine, thank you. Thanks for asking. Actually I need your help.”

He laughed “straight to the point, as always. How can I help you?” 

“I need to fly and get some cargo right now. Just became the order. It's just a few Kilometers, but I need a cargo machine and I need to get there immediately. So can I have the C-47?”

“Sure, if you don't crash her” he laughs. 

“Do you have a co-pilot?” 

“Yes, Jackson will fly with me” 

“Okay, then have a good flight and bring her back in one piece, please.”

“Thank you. Will do my very best” you laughed. 

While you were doing the pre-flight check Jackson pondered about what Tom had said. You were straight to the point, just as Leroy. Another fact on which you two were of the same mind and habit. 

“Yes” he thought, “I'm becoming more and more convinced that they would be very good for each other and would be a wonderful and happy couple.”

Then the check were done and you were ready to start “Jackson! You coming?” 

“Oh yes! Yes, I'm coming!” 

He entered the historical plane, closed the door and came into the cockpit. 

“Can't believe I'm finally flying this legend” you mentioned smiling dreamily and startet both engines which came roaring to life. 

Then you were rolling to the runway and speaking with the tower getting permission to take-off immediately. 

With that you were up and away. 

It was a smooth flight during which you two were going on about how wonderful and unique it was to be able to fly such a legendary plane. And sooner than any of you wanted, you have to land again. 

As the plane came to a stop you exited it and were met by four very bewildered faces. 

“A historical plane? Are you serious? Should we repair it?” Gibbs asked, annoyed. 

At this moment a voice was heard “this is a very reliable cargo plane, which has flown many successful missions and despite that, it still flies safely. So please, a little more respect, Leroy.”

Gibbs stared stunned at his father who was coming out of the plane, too. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked him and seemed so angry that you thought he would explode in a few seconds. 

“As you called, we were at the airshow and admired all the wonderful planes. You ordered Y/N to come immediately and that she has to transport a lot of things. So we took the nearest cargo plane we found and because it can only be flown with two pilots, I signed myself up as co-pilot for the flight.”

Sighing Gibbs rolled his eyes and then stared at you before he ordered everyone to bring the boxes into the plane.

As all was loaded and secured Gibbs ordered Kate “you will fly back with them and look at the boxes.”

“What? This plane is ancient!” 

“She's beautiful, but no Gulfstream for sure” came laughing from DiNozzo, which earned him a stern stare. 

“Gibbs, look. This plane is not secure. It's probably completely rusty and won't make it back to D.C.” she argumented. 

“My father and Y/N are flying the plane. If they say it is secure, then it is. And now, board it” he said, staring at her, setting an ending to her desperate objections. 

Then Jackson, you and Kate flew and the rest of the team drove back to D.C. in the car and the truck. The whole flight the older Gibbs and you discussed the C-47 and the DC-3. Besides that you mentioned that you are flying helicopters, too “mainly I fly my “little sheep”” you told him enthusiastically.

He laughed “and what is that?” 

“A Bell-222. It was slightly modified, so that it has guns. I'm just loving it. He's a real beauty.”

“I would love to learn to know it some day” he said. 

“Sure, no problem” you answered grinning. 

You both laughed on the whole flight and had a great time once again. And Kate? She was sitting beside the boxes and prayed to stay alive. 

But everything went as smooth as it should be and after landing safely you and the team, which arrived after you, wrapped up the day. 

Everyone headed home, as did father and son Gibbs. Later at the evening they sat at the veranda of Gibbs’ house and chatted about their day. Then they were quiet. After a while of enjoying the silent company of each other, Jackson mentioned 

"She's great. She's nothing like Shannon, but she stands up to you and risked her ass to get you guys out, because she hasn't flown such a plane before.”

“No, she's not like Shannon” Gibbs said deadpanned. 

“...and you seem to be more interested in Kate” Jackson stated. 

“Well…she's easier to get, because she has a crush on me.”

“But she's bitchier. Y/N keeps you on your toes and grounded. And you are very similar. Like you, she doesn't care about the countless awards and says she's just doing her job” he paused. 

“I'm just saying, give her a chance and try to get to know her. 

I know you don't want to hear it, but Y/N is good for you. Don't let her out of your sight and go and get her, before someone else does. I would be very happy for you both. You fit each other very well.”

Another pause filled with silence, then Gibbs murmured “let's see. Lecture finished?” 

Then he stood and went back into the house.

(To be continued...)

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