#delta dart

[nocternalrandomness]

F-106 Delta Dart from the 49th Fighter Interceptor Squadron - May 1985

[crownedstoat]

1950 Nash at the 456th Change of Command at Castle Air Force Base, CA. 1963

[stone-cold-groove]

Engineering to the Nth power. In the air it’s Convair - 1952.

[drteslasagan]

F-106 Delta Dart

[some-stars]

if my memory fails me it will be alright again oh my memory please fail me it will be alright again

[planesawesome]

F-106 Delta Darts

[usafphantom2]

The F-106 Delta Dart will always be the coolest delta-wing airplane ever to exist.

@TheBigCigar1906 via X

[postcard-from-the-past]

Convair F-106 Delta Dart and Convair F-102 Delta Dagger American interceptor aircrafts

Dutch vintage postcard

[lilylovesadventure]

(via "Home is Where we Pop Up Dandy Trailer Tent" Magnet for Sale by BeccaAelishe)

[nekoashiii]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ For me?

‧✧̣̥̇‧ : Lads men when you give them what they were looking for.

No warnings for this post! Just posting something to hop back on tumblr, request me your ideas, I will do my best to write them all!

Ps I know this is bad but bear with me it’s been a year since I last wrote anything…

Part 1: sylus

⨯ ◞ Sylus

Sylus had been looking for a specific item, it was a protocore, one he had been looking for relentlessly, every wanderer he had hunted down or ordered someone to go after, lacked what he needed.

there was the noise again— you blinked up at the ceiling, sylus tripping over an open cabinet door at your apartment, if his biggest enemies couldn’t take him out, your bathroom would. “Too small and too tight, out for my blood” he complained.

He left you with no sleep that night, it wasn’t his fault really, nights were his morning and vice versa. you got out of bed and went to the living room, the room lit up with a notification buzzing from sylus’s phone, curiosity got the better of you and you leaned over, reading the message.

Unknown: “We didn’t find the protocore tonight either, sorry boss—“

Huh, how odd, you clicked on the message. There was a picture attached. that protocore’s shape looks like the one in the hands of the hunter association, you can attempt to get it. The idea of getting Sylus that protocore lingered in your mind, even as you yawned and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. It was the first time you had seen him chase after something, and as such seeing him frustrated was a rare thing.

— Wouldn’t it be interesting if you got to it first?

The Hunter Association was no joke, though. They weren’t the type to hand over rare artifacts just because you asked nicely. Still, you had your own ways of getting things.

Next evening at your shift, you went to look for captian Jenna

“Captain, excuse me! Protocore delta-6, I need it for the mission I’m going on, do I have the permission to borrow it?”

you suppose it did work, you had managed to borrow it, but still not safely secured as an owned possession. The second step of your plan was a bit more tricky, having to go to a field of wanderers and making the excuse of the protocore breaking in your bag.

…wincing as you walked back to your apartment, avoiding your neighbors, not wanting them to look at you while you resembled a wet homeless rat, muddy shoes and hair clinging to your forehead like a miserable pet being bathed.

Great, house was empty. No sylus in sight, tiptoeing to the bedroom you pulled out the gift box and sat on the ground, injury from the wanderer be damned, thinking about actually surprising sylus with something good gave you enough good spirit and motivation to wrap the gift up. As you placed the protocore on the plush bedding of the box, a shadow loomed behind you.

“Of all people…”

The voice sent a chill down your spine. You barely had time to react before Sylus was looming over you, his sharp gaze locked onto the protocore nestled in its plush box.

“Get out of my room!” You snapped, instinctively pulling the box closer, but it was useless. Sylus moved fast—too fast. Before you could blink, he was crouched in front of you, his fingers already curled around the edge of the box.

He didn’t take it, though. Not yet.

Instead, he studied you, eyes flicking over your disheveled state—the ripped sleeve, the way you shifted slightly to favor your injured side. His expression darkened.

“You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing,” you muttered, attempting to brush it off, but he wasn’t listening. His hand darted out, grabbing your wrist with controlled precision. You hissed as he pushed your sleeve back, revealing the fresh wound underneath.

Sylus exhaled sharply through his nose. “You went into a Wanderer field.” That didn’t sound like a question.

You yanked your arm away. “It was for a good cause.”

His gaze flicked back to the box. “You stole that.”

“I borrowed it,” you corrected. “Technically… At first.”

For a long moment, he was silent. Then, in one smooth motion, he plucked the box from your grasp. You tensed, expecting him to scold you, but instead, Sylus just stared at the neatly wrapped gift, his fingers resting lightly on the edges as if he didn’t quite believe it was real.

“You did this for me?” His voice was quieter now, carrying something unreadable beneath the usual sharpness. Before his stupid handsome face returned to the usual smirk.

You shrugged. “I figured if you were gonna be obsessed over it, I might as well beat you to it.”

Something flickered in his expression— amusement, surprise, something softer you couldn’t place. He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “You are getting brave kitten, doing dirty work? should I hire you as my assistant then.”

“You’re welcome,” you huffed, shifting to stand up. “Now, if you’re done being dramatic, I’d like to clean up and—”

You barely made it to your feet before Sylus moved. before you could step away one hand caught your wrist again—gentler this time. He didn’t say anything at first, just studied you, eyes sharp and calculating. Then, before you could protest, he raised your hand and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the inside of your wrist.

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip.

[nocternalrandomness]

F-106A 's from the 186th FIS Montana Air National Guard over Glacier National Park - April 13, 1978

[crownedstoat]

Convair F-106

[stone-cold-groove]

Convair F-106B Delta Dart.

[psychoticfemmm]

over my shoulder

pairing: frat!jj maybank x reader

summary: At a wild frat party, you get frustrated with JJ for ignoring you while he hangs with his frat brothers.

The party was in full swing, music thumping loud enough to rattle the windows, red Solo cups everywhere. You weaved through the throng of people, trying to keep up with JJ as he stopped every five seconds to fist-bump someone, down a beer, or laugh obnoxiously at some inside joke with his frat brothers.

“JJ,” you tugged on his arm, leaning closer so he could hear you. “Can we just hang out for a bit? Alone?”

He grinned at you, but his eyes darted to the pong table across the room. “Just a sec, babe. Gotta crush Pete and Logan real quick. I’ll find you after, okay?”

Before you could respond, he was gone, swept up in the chaos of his fraternity’s party. You exhaled sharply, annoyance bubbling in your chest. Rolling your eyes, you spun around and headed toward your friend, Riley, who was standing near the kitchen.

“JJ ditch you for his bros again?” Riley teased, handing you a fresh drink.

“Shocker, right?” you muttered, taking a sip.

As the two of you talked, a guy wearing a sweatshirt with the logo of JJ’s rival frat strolled up to you, a cocky grin plastered across his face. “Hey, haven’t seen you around here before. You a Chi Alpha girl?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Nope. Just here for the beer pong champion who’s too busy to hang out with me.”

“Ah, classic Delta Nu. They’re always like that,” he said, leaning a little too close. “Maybe you need someone who actually pays attention to you.”

Before you could respond, you heard a familiar voice cut through the music. “Hey, buddy, back off.”

You turned to see JJ storming over, jaw tight and eyes blazing. He shoved the guy back a step, beer sloshing out of the guy’s cup.

“Seriously, JJ?” you snapped, folding your arms.

“He was hitting on you,” JJ said, glaring at the guy.

“Maybe if you weren’t too busy for me, I wouldn’t have to entertain myself!” you shot back.

The guy smirked, clearly enjoying the drama. “Looks like you’ve got some issues to work out, man.”

That was the wrong thing to say. JJ lunged at him, but a few of his brothers grabbed his arms, pulling him back. “Not worth it, bro,” one of them muttered.

JJ huffed, clearly still fuming. He turned back to you, and before you could protest, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“JJ! Put me down!” you shouted, pounding your fists on his back.

“Nope. You’re coming with me,” he said, ignoring your protests as he carried you up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, he kicked the door shut and set you down on his bed. “Alright, princess, let’s talk.”

You crossed your arms, still fuming. “Talk? Now you want to talk?”

He stepped closer, his hands on either side of your hips. “I’m sorry, okay? I was being an idiot.”

“Yeah, you were,” you said, turning your head when he leaned in to kiss you.

JJ chuckled, clearly amused by your defiance. “Oh, you’re mad mad, huh?”

“Gee, what gave it away?” you deadpanned.

He cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. “I’m really sorry, babe. Let me make it up to you.”

“How?” you asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

His lips crashed into yours before you could say anything else. At first, you resisted, but his hand slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss until your frustration began to melt.

When he pulled back, his lips brushed against your jaw as he murmured, “I’ve been a shitty boyfriend tonight, but let me show you how much I hate when you’re mad at me.”

You swallowed, your annoyance quickly giving way to something else entirely. “This better be good, JJ.”

He smirked, his voice low as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Oh, babe, you won’t be thinking about anyone else by the time I’m done.”

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[remmicks-bloodbag]

Umbra || Remmick

Part one

Authors note: don’t come here and start getting on me in the comments you don’t want to read this shit then don’t read it bitch (wrote to much so I’m turning it into a mini fic)

Warnings: blood(period), stalking, 1930s setting, reader is sammie’s sister (of age of course older), cursing, use of y/n, Remmick having a filthy mouth, part two?

Night in the Mississippi delta was a totally different thing. Gotta be on the lookout for klan at night by yourself, the humidity, and not to mention the darkness. Humming a tune as you walked the dark dirt road. Eyes darting from left to right as the sounds of crickets chirping and the leaves rustling in the breeze maki mad you stop in your tracks.

Looking back over your shoulder nothing was there. The pale moon that hung in the sky made every shadow seem longer as they twisted into grotesque shapes. The branches of the trees swayed and the air turned colder as you neared the house. The hair on your neck stood on end.

The reminder of Annie’s words wrung in your head. ‘Haints, vampires, and other spirits. Watch out now girl.’ Picking the pace i passed the church nearing our home. The feeling of eyes on you sent a shiver down your spine.

That’s when you saw him. Emerging from the shadows of the tree line. Mentally cursing yourself for not walking home earlier before the sun went down. But it felt like he was almost waiting. The air blew a little harsher as he made eye contact with you. All the signs of danger were there and made you want to run to the nearest house.

But his features they were quelling your desperate need to run. The way the moon hit his brown hair that sat against his forehead like he’s been running a marathon, a perfect smile with a glimpse of sharp teeth that made you nervous, and his eyes…did they just look red?

Something ain’t right with this white man as you itched to run. “Ain’t it late for a pretty thing like you to be out here darlin’.” You watched his as he walked closer to you. “Yes sir just making my way home.” You hesitated as you started walking again.

“Beautiful tune you were humming. Practicing for church on Sunday?” You shifted and looked back at him over your shoulder. All of a sudden it felt like your heart dropped to your ass. “How you know I gotta sing on Sunday?”

Your eyes looking from him to the church in the distance. Your brain screaming for you to run. “I’ve been watching you lass.” He walked around you in circles making your chances in running a little slim. “You have the voice of an angel.”

The man chuckled and looked making eye contact with you. You caught it again his eyes were red. “Nah what the fuck” you backed up from him. “Oh you figured it out you right smart there girl.”

Turning and running around him you made your break for the closet place. The church. Heart pounding the sound beating in your eyes and the wind blowing felt harsh on your skin.

It felt like your lungs were burning. Vision getting blurry as you tripped on something. “Fuck fuck fuck.” Trying to scramble up to your feet only to be feel what you know to be his large hand wrap around your ankle and drag you back to him.

Nails scratching the dirt hoping to grip something to stop him from dragging you. “Now now lil’ hare I don’t wanna hurt you ya hear.”

He turned you over slowly hands sliding up your leg to your hips keeping you still on the ground as he straddled you.

“What do you want from me?” There was no point in fighting him. It was already to late and he was obviously stronger than you. “Been watching you for a while like I said lass. But I couldn’t help myself I could smell you from miles away.” Red eyes peering down at you as he now sat on his haunches.

“You mean to kill me.” A groan left the vampire above you. “No no silly girl. I mean to feed off you and make you feel like heaven is on earth darlin’.” His hands started moving again. Bunching up your dress and slip just above your hips.

This was sin wrapped in sin with the devil himself.

Taglist: @jjggdfvvy @rainedroplets @somnolenthour

[planesawesome]

F-106 Delta Dart