#airport photos

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Rammstein musicians travelling 2022 vs 2024

love travelling pics ❤️

Think Flake's pants and Schneider's shoes are the main difference 😊🥰

[kingsandbastardz]

ok for ppl who are into languages! Here's a couple interesting clips:

This is a promo clip from an episode of 田间的少年 (Youth In The Field) where Xiao Shunyao reads poetry in one of the Qinghai dialects (And fails to teach his fellow castmates).

I think he's translating on the fly and I have no idea which dialect it is. According some searching the internets, like the rest of china, the region has a whole bunch of dialects and of the major ones, there are 2 branches -- turkish and tibetan. And of those two there are sinicized versions + additional offshoots?

Here's a link to Bilibili where some dude from Qinghai University is chattering to his audience. (Is it the same one XSY is an alumnus of?) To my untrained ears, it sounds like he's either speaking the same dialect or something similar. [X]

XSY clearly has significantly clearer diction because he's been trained to do so - and he's reading poetry. Also he's apparently still fluent enough he can translate very quickly into mandarin, which -- for anyone who's had to do live translation, it's a real skill! It's really easy for your brain to get words tangled together and suddenly you're dropping half a word in one language, and the other half in another and then everyone is confused.

There's a clip somewhere from back in his MIC days where he's live translating to english for the group's choreographer who was American. Imo english isn't... ah... his strongest language, but the fact he can communicate well enough to translate live so someone can at least get the gist of what's going on = pretty fantastic.

Honestly, envious. I don't think there is a single language I know that I can speak well without sounding like a mealy-mouthed weasel. LMAO.

Anyway, here's some airport photos of him leaving Hengdian after wrapping up Shui Long Yin shooting.

[seoul-bros]

Jimin Airport Master List

Jimin is back and in good spirits

While you were sleeping

Very cheeky Park Jimin

Jimin returns from London in high spirits after a private tour of HP World

Jimin on the way to the UK

Enthusiastic welcome for solo artist Park Jimin

Jimin jets off to the US

Jimin's Home!

Jimin's home safely from NYC

Jimin off to take a bite out of the Big Apple

Jimin is Home 14/08/2022

More peaceful send off for Jimin this time 30/07/2022

[helluvatimes]

Then Sings My Soul ...

Poster girls breaking out in song in an airport. Photo credit: Jonathan Chua.

[forseokgyu]

[240906] Incheon Airport Departure -> Berlin

SALTCOBALT 🐕 don’t edit/crop logo.

[werepuppy-steve]

don't look at the timezones too closely, the idea of eddie on tour and leaving steve voicemails to wake up to in the morning was too cute to pass up ao3 link

"steeeeeve harrington."

eddie's sleepy voice rumbles away in steve's ear. there's no one else around so steve doesn't bother to hide his grin as he snuggles further under the blankets.

eddie chuckles, breathy and giddy, like he's telling a private joke. "good morning, sweetheart. well, morning for you. sun won't be up here for another–" there's a pause, then a shuffle, and steve can picture eddie rolling over in his hotel bed to look at the alarm clock even though he could just look at his phone, "–five hours, christ alive."

steve's grin turns gooey when eddie lets out a loud yawn into the receiver. he hears the sheets shifting and he has to reel his mind back in from the gutter.

"the boys say i'm stupid for leaving you all these voicemails," eddie tells him once he's comfortable. steve pictures them both laying the same way, facing each other. "they call me whipped every time i pick up my phone, but guess what, stevie?"

he pauses, like he's waiting for an answer.

steve can't help but to whisper back, "what, eds?" into the quiet of their bedroom.

"i miss you so much, sweetheart."

steve feels his heart jump to his throat so suddenly that he almost chokes on it. butterflies erupt in his belly and he can feel himself blushing. his lips wobble with the attempt to not make some embarrassing expression, even though he's the only one in the room.

it's been over a month since they've seen each other in person. photos of their teary eyed send off were still making the rounds on twitter and instagram—steve tucked into eddie's side at the check-in counter with their hands in each other's back pockets, them waiting in line at one of the airport restaurants because the flight was delayed so they had another two hour wait time. the fan video of them making out in a hidden alcove away from the band.

there's been facetime calls, but it doesn't replace the longing need to have eddie physically with him. to kiss him. to hold him. to bury his face in his neck and never let go.

"i don't think i tell you that enough, when i leave," eddie continues, his voice still soft and gravelly from lack of sleep and singing for three hours straight. "but i do. i'm so used to you being the first thing i see when i wake up that i get sad when i open my eyes and you're not beside me."

steve grips the blankets and lets out a pathetic whine, his chest tight.

"i miss holding your hand, i miss being able to kiss you, i miss hearing your laugh and seeing your smile." eddie sighs, deep and sorrowful, and it breaks steve's heart.

he wants to take his love's face in his hands and kiss him until he no longer sounds so sad.

"just fourteen hundred more hours and i'll have you back in my arms. call me after you listen to this, okay? i love you so much."

the voicemail ends and steve sits up, his bedhead wild and unruly. he taps out a message to chrissy asking for the next available flight they could put him on and sighs in relief when she says they can fly him out tomorrow night at the earliest.

mentally going over everything he needs to pack, steve falls back down onto the bed while his phone rings out on speaker.

"hey, babydoll."

at the sound of his boyfriend's voice in real time, a calmness washes over steve as he sinks back into the pillows.

"hi, baby. i got your message."

[miinsang]

240331 MINGI | KCON HONG KONG RED CARPET

[atzupdates]

[240330] ATEEZ Incheon Airport departure for HONG KONG

[frnkiebby]

ray looks so fucking tired~🎃

[chalamet-chalamet]

He’s a beauty ✨✨✨

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Pete Mauney’s photograph of a long exposure of fireflies, airplanes in and out of Albany International Airport, and the rotation of the Earth in Greenport, New York.

Summer Snaps Photo Contest

[aimseytv]

oddly specific references to old baby photos of us

[psygull]

a collection of non-photos from my trip to new york and maine

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

based loosely around this song from måneskin - enjoy lovies!

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“AND THE WINNER IS… CORRODED COFFIN!”

Steve Harrington can’t help but holler as the band is announced, his hand being squeezed tightly by Robin Buckley- who lets out her own squeal that could pierce a person’s ears. The two roommates clink their champagne glasses together, hearing their cellphones buzz from wherever they had set them for the moment.

“Fuck, just- shit I’m not supposed to curse up here, huh?” Eddie’s voice is low as he stood on the stage, surrounded by the entire band. The expletives are mainly blipped out for the television version; but Steve couldn’t help but laugh as the audience laughed in real time.

“He’s such a doofus,” Robin fondly teased, eyes bright as she crowded Steve closer. Steve let his eyes dart down to watch Robin curl her legs up under herself, as she dips herself to rest against Steve’s side.

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant all look fondly towards Eddie— all with different varying stages of just pure exasperation written across their faces.

“Anyway-” Eddie drags the word out, holding up his spare hand as the other cradles the award to his hip. The crowd simmers and Eddie shook his head for a second, before dropping his hand to curl back around the microphone. “We thank everyone for this, this’ll be our fourth year in the making of winning this thing, and that’s not a thing we take for granted.”

Gareth stepped up next, and Eddie stepped away with a fond smile on his face. Steve couldn’t help but furrow his brow as both he and Robin leaned forward. That hadn’t been the start of the speech that Eddie had read him just a few days prior over FaceTime.

“Dingus? What’s going on?” Robin asked softly, her nails digging tiny half moons into the palm of Steve’s hand.

“I have no fucking idea, Robs-”

“We have so many people to thank, but we want to focus specifically on the people who helped make this happen.” Gareth’s voice is soft, and Steve knows in the back of his mind that this clip will inevitably make it onto one of the TikToks that Robin insisted (forced) he watch.

“We, however, want to really extend a thank you to our record label.” Jeff spoke up next, his eyes almost glinting as he took his space in front of the microphone.

“Supersonic Records has been a ride to work with and we’re thankful for the opportunity.” Grant droned, voice monotone as he bent his head to speak into the microphone.

He then stepped back, and Eddie was back in the place at the microphone. The rest of the band flanked him, with Grant easily pulling the award out of his hands.

“Which… is why we fucking quit.” Eddie has the microphone in his hands, and Steve let out a small punched out noise at the firmness that is bleeding heavy over Eddie’s words. “Fuck our contract, fuck you Supersonic Records.”

“If I can’t be with my boyfriend in front of this fucking world, there isn’t a point anymore.” Their isn’t time to bleep out Eddie’s curse word, and Eddie bares his teeth as he holds the microphone close to his lips. “Yeah, that’s right folks- not only do I have a boyfriend, Supersonic wanted to hide it from all of you.”

“And we’re done being their pawns,” Gareth is grinning as he leaned into Eddie’s space, and both Jeff and Grant let out loud whoops as the audience cheers loudly along.

Eddie leers then, all teeth and gums as he stared straight into the camera. Steve felt something sink and burn low in his gut, even as Robin let out a squeal from right next to him.

Eddie has the microphone pressed against his lips, and Steve swore if he was any closer- static would be the only thing that came over the amplifiers. His brown doe-eyes are rimmed in a careful swipe of black liner, and he drops his left lid into a quick wink.

The camera zoomed in, just as Eddie made sure to point right toward it.

“Steve Harrington, I bought a plane ticket… and I am coming home to fuck the shit out of you.”

The show manages to bleep the swear in time.

Somewhere deeper in the apartment Steve and Robin are in, he can hear their phones go crazier.

Steve can’t find it in himself to be annoyed either.

[everyoneswoo]

[231111] Gimpo Airport Arrival

wwngyi 🐈‍⬛ don't edit/crop logo.

[forseokgyu]

[240906] Incheon Airport Departure -> Berlin

Mono Gold 🐕 don’t edit/crop logo.