#airplane ride

[julieschulerart]

Airplane Ride. Prints available. https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/91176002

[bc-byron]

Piggyback

"Can I have a piggyback?" I didn't take your pig. But even if I did, I wouldn't give it back to YOU, I'd take it to the zoo. Whatcha' gonna' do with it? You don't live on a farm. Giving back your little pig would only do it harm. You shouldn't try to keep a pig without a proper pen. "Um.." "An airplane ride then?" -B.C. Byron I didn’t take your pig and I don’t want one on my back. Buy my…

[solardrake]

Delivering mail to the furthest corners of the server ✉✈

[gurggggleburgle]

I want fics that are outsider perspectives on cumplane post their deaths because like can you imagine. Like forget what our boys think on the scenario, think of the public. Think of the yt essays. The drama vlogs and makeup tutorials paired with. Like I want that perspective. An author and his anti die potentially minutes apart and you're telling me the internet didn't explode??? That there wasn't documentataries made by amateur sluthes investigating their private lives and pissing off the families??? You think this wouldn't be the fandom scandal that gets international release??? And like if Airplane is just in a coma isn't that even more sus?????!!! Like it's insane my dudes. Give me like fake yt video essays on this. Give me fanfic from random peoples perspective. Tell me all the pidw fandom conspiracies.

[phantom-0-writer]

scene 5: to win a war, fight the battles

continuation of tim's arch nemesis

Tim had done his research. He was a Bat after all. Mr. Nolan was infamous for handing out the most difficult assignment right after midterm, weighing a heaping 40% of their final grade. Physics class had never been of much interest to Tim, he found it straightforward and elementary compared to the many projects he’s committed himself to as a Bat, and member of the Young Justice League. And it just so happened to be the only classes Tim shared with one Daniel James Fenton for the semester. 

While Tim’s fellow classmates groaned at the announcement Mr. Nolan made, Tim’s knew his fate for the next three weeks was decided. He’d stayed up extra late completing his last case, and had even let his finger break so he could be off patrol without suspicion. Only his pinky of course, but enough for it to count. Despite all of Tim’s meticulous preparation for the assignment, he could only find the requirements with the rest of his class. 

Tim had considered hacking into the system and finding all of Mr.Nolan’s notes for this assignment. The reason he hadn’t done it wasn’t because he couldn’t - the school’s firewalls were a joke - but because that would mean he was admitting that the only way he could beat Daniel James Fenton was to use underhanded tactics. And that was not a defeat Tim would take. 

Tim listened closely as Mr.Nolan explained how this semester’s project would consist of him and an assigned partner creating a model using any of the physics topics they had covered throughout the semester and present it on the due date. They had till the next class to submit a formal proposal of their topic. Simple enough. 

There was just one liability in Tim’s way now: the assigned partner. Normally Tim wouldn’t have been so worried, after all this class was for the advanced students in an already competitive school. But this time was different. This time Tim had a goal. He needed to annihilate Daniel. 

“The partners for this project will be on the screen, I suggest you all get comfortable because you’ll be seeing each other a lot for the remainder of the semester.” As the projector flickered to life it dawned the document that would make or break Tim’s future. 

There were 36 students in their class, a perfect even number. Discluding Tim there were 35 other students. Daniel was simply one- one- of the 35. There was a measly 3% chance they would be paired. 

And yet. 

And yet, there it was. Printed clearly in front of Tim’s eyes. 

Timothy Drake - Daniel Fenton

In a moment of insurgence, Tim raised his hand, “Sir, I would like to change partners.” There wasn’t anyone in particular Tim would rather be paired with, but he could not have his plans mutilated by such a catastrophe. 

Mr. Nolan raised a brow at Tim, “Is there a reason in particular, Mr. Drake?” 

Tim hesitated. He had no qualms with telling Mr.Nolan the reason, but if he were to say it in front of the whole class with Daniel present he would lose the element of surprise. “No, sir.” 

Mr. Nolan leaned back onto the podium, “Is there someone else you would prefer to work with then, Mr. Drake?”

In pure humiliation, “No, sir.” 

“Well I’m glad to see I’ve made a suitable match.” Mr.Nolan concluded with finality, “Any other questions, Mr. Drake?” 

“Are we graded individually or together?” Tim clung to his last tether of hope like a lifeline. 

Unequivocally and mercilessly Mr. Nolan crushed Tim’s very being. “Together.” Tim sunk into his seat. He had become his own worst enemy. Tim ignored the confused look Daniel sent him from the other side of the classroom, saving himself the disgrace. “Any other question?” Mr.Nolan asked the class. 

There was still a way for him to crush Daniel under his steel toed Red Robin boots. Tim would simply overpower Daniel with his superior skills and intellect, and make it unquestionably clear that it was Tim who had gotten them the perfect score. A year - 5 - 10 years from now this would be the memory that woke Daniel up in cold sweat in the middle of the night. 

Psychological warfare. Tim’s specialty.

Once Mr.Nolan gave them the signal to disperse into their groups Tim met Daniel halfway between the two ends of the room where they sat. 

“Uh, Tim, right?” Daniel asked with an awkward wanna-be polite smile. 

“Yes, nice to meet you.” Tim flashed a smile he had perfected at the years of gala’s and business meetings he’d attended. Disarming, and charming. The perfect set up to sweep the enemy from under their feet. “Daniel, I believe.” A casual show of power, usually brushed off as unintentional. It was fully intentional. 

“Danny’s fine.” He corrected with what must have been an attempt at an unassuming smile. Tim knew better, Danny would be ruthless in his attempt to permanently upsurge Tim from beautifully satiating first place. “So any ideas on what we should do our assignment on?”

Danny’s coup would not be successful for Tim had come prepared. “We could reconfigure an airplane for better aerodynamics.” Tim had gone through great lengths to research and develop that about a month ago for the Bat Plane, and if he dumbed it down slightly it should pass for a civilian. 

Danny considered the idea for a moment, with the barest head nod. Victory was in Tim’s grasp now. “We could change the wingspan and nose shape of it and then widen the back fins for a more acute directional accuracy.” He offered easily. Tim blinked, that was supposed to be his line, where he would prove his superiority with the knowledge he’d already acquired. Victory, it turned out, was like a handful of sand that would, despite all efforts, spill through his fingers. “It seems easy enough.” 

“Did you have any ideas?” Tim asked testingly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Not really, but I thought it would be cool to try one of Tesla’s ideas. Nikola Tesla’s, I mean. The one off the top of my head is the thought camera.” Danny rambled with his hands. 

Tim may have admitted that he felt a bit inspired at the idea of mimicking and improving on one of Tesla’s ideas, if it hadn’t been proposed by Danny. “The thought camera?” Tim echoed incredulously, formulating the perfect eyebrow raise to show his distaste. 

Danny seemed undeterred, and was instead studying the rubric Mr.Nolan had left open on the board. “Yeah, I’m not a huge fan of that one either,” He said offhandedly, “I was just spitballing.” 

This would’ve been the perfect opening for Tim to intercede with the perfect idea. As a Bat, Tim of all people should know the importance of always being ready and well informed of any situation that may arise. Yet here he was, unprepared. Resiliently, Tim pulled out his phone and searched up potential suggestions. Danny peaked over to look as well. 

“The wireless energy transmitter seems like a good idea. If we proportionally scale it down we could have a fully functioning model.” Tim declared victoriously to his partner, who couldn't help but be on board with his amazing idea. 

Tim had already won the first battle, and the war would soon be over with Tim’s overwhelming conqueror of the first place position. 

Bouncing off of Tim’s original idea, the team had already procured a rough sketch of their model, and had designated a day to gather their supplies. 

--

Howard watched as his student’s chattering meshed into one indistinguishable sound. Howard through his past researching with other professionals in varying stages of their career, and teaching college students of various majors and life goals had become astute as discerning a person’s potential. He was aware his current students, now only between the ages of fifteen and nineteen, would not appreciate his sentiment on grading them on a scale of what he believed their personal best to be. Leading to his infamous profile through the halls of Gotham Academy.

Over his cumulative professional careers there was perhaps only a handful that Howard predicted to hold greatness. His visions always came to fruition as the sapling students of science and research once under his care, blossomed into leaders in their fields with headlining research papers under their name. And when Howard did find himself in the possessions of those saplings he made sure to nurture their growth as much as he could.

It just so happened this year Howard found himself with two. 

There was one who Howard had heard whispers of in the teacher’s lounge. Tim Drake always sat in class with a bored castover look, ready with the perfect answer when tested as if he were the one with the PhD. Tim completed all his assignments with a stern perfection, always unchallenged with the material no matter how difficult his peers seemed to find it. 

It only was Danny Fenton’s second year attending the Academy, and there were only a few that knew him as a student, but they were not stingy with their praises. In the first week of class Howard had found him unassuming, scribbling what Howard had assumed to be notes like his peers throughout class. He was swiftly corrected when Danny came to him, after class one day, frazzled over something in his book. Howard, always ready to help a student, welcomed him graciously. In the book Howard did not find scribbled notes of inertia and energy, but a diagram- more accurately a blueprint- of an archimedes engine applied for a re-designed drag car. 

Howard watched the first spark of intrigue be kindled between the two with deep satisfaction.

[winterpower98]

GUESS WE'LL NEED TO START USING SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4

BECAUSE IT JUST DROPPED IN CHINA

[lieximhuman]

Wish me luck!! (-> has to take an airplane ride tomorrow for a school trip)

Pray that I will not get a killer headache or any anxiety symptoms while in that giant metal tube

✌️😔 ✈️

(Also tips to help me keep calm would be great :] )

[lavender-long-stories]

Airplane Rides and Bedsides

Sasuke x Hinata | Abandon from my WIP Folder

Sasuke slammed his hand on the counter, spooking the attendant. “I need on this plane!” He barked. “I bought a ticket.”

“Sir, I’m sorry, but we have nothing on record. This website isn’t on our list. You may have been scammed for last-minute tickets.” The lady showed her hands. 

Great, he had his wallet stolen, and now this. “I need to get home! You’ve been calling for someone for 10 minutes. Their seat is open.”

“Excuse me.” A voice from behind him quietly interrupted. He ignored her. 

“Sir, I can’t do anything for you. We don’t have any unbooked seats. The seats we are calling for are booked.” The counterwoman tried. 

“Excuse me.” The small voice protested slightly louder.

“Sir, you can take the next flight tomorrow.” The attendant tried.

“Excuse me.” Once again, the woman behind him protested.

“Wait.” Sasuke snapped, glaring back at her.

She stared back at him. “Excuse me.” She frowned dutifully at him. She passed him and snapped a ticket on the table. “I’m sorry I am running late.”

“Hinata Hyuga, yes, there is meant to be someone with you.” The clerk took her ticket, ignoring him entirely. 

“They won’t be coming. You can stop calling. I’m sorry about the trouble.” Hinata bowed her head.

“See, there is a seat!” Sasuke pushed. 

“Sir, your ticket isn’t even valid. This is first class seats.” The clerk countered.

Sasuke huffed in frustration and looked back at the girl, who was still frowning at him. 

“What is so important that you feel the need to harass the staff?” Hinata asked.

“What do you care about?” Sasuke growled. “There is nothing wrong with your ticket.”

“You’re right, and I have an extra, so if you have a good reason, you might get it.” Hinata snapped back.

Sasuke’s anger melted. His anxiety was still high, and he didn’t want to admit it. 

“Ma’am, the plane needs to take off.” The clerk pushed.

Hinata apologized. “Alright.” She gave him a final look and picked up her bag.

“My brother is in the hospital. He might not make it another night.” Sasuke blurted out. 

Hinata stopped and took a moment to study him. Would she even believe him? It sounds like the sort of thing you would make up. She held out her spare ticket. “Come on then.”

Sasuke held his breath in a moment of disbelief and hesitantly took it. She could just snatch it back away.

Hinata turned on her heel and headed into the airplane. This was going to be a long flight. 

This story came with some notes.

Sasuke is terrified of airplanes because the majority of his family died in a plane crash.

After talking the whole flight, Sasuke takes Hinata to see his brother before he dies.

[thestonecuttersguild]

I really could go for an old fashioned thrill ride. Oshkosh 2023

[sportsandlaughs]

[julieschulerart]

Airplane Ride. https://www.etsy.com/listing/1082752810

[larkandkatydid]

I personally don’t mask anymore, even at the airport. I don’t have strong opinions about it and I generally give masked people some extra space on the assumption that they’re nervous about close contact. If I have a masking opinion is that a person who is passionate about maxing but hasn’t gotten their bivalent booster is being a silly goose.

[thatsrightice]

F-14 FUN FACT OF THE DAY #61

Disney’s Soarin’ Over California is a flying theater attraction that takes guests on a simulated hang-gliding tour of California. The near-five minute film highlights the diverse landscape and sights while filling the air with a variety of scents that complement the different scenes.

The ride flys guests over the USS John C. Stennis as it departs Naval Air Station North Island in San Diego. During filming, the aircraft carrier happened to be making a quick-turnaround and had not had time to offload all of the aircraft when it came into port. Aboard the flight deck of the USS Stennis sits several F-14 Tomcats.

[machetelanding]

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

just a heads up, i'm going to be less active for a little while starting tomorrow. i'm going on a trip for about a week and a half, but i'll try to still check in every night and answer asks! :D

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"And I dream too much and I don't write enough and I'm trying to find God everywhere."

Anis Mojgai, For Those Who Can Ride in an Airplane for the First Time