#engineering blr

[stollemyheart]

day 14/100 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ 7TH MAY, TUESDAY

i'm so bad at being consistent with these it's crazy, but honestly most days i'm too lazy to actually take pictures TT

today was a pretty good day, i managed to study quite a bit

played badminton with friends

managed to review an old test i'd given, imo giving tests and going through mistakes is the best way to learn

and revised some old chapters

hours studied: 6

🎧: love in the house of socialism by yellow house

📔: circe by madelline miller

[cursemyexistences]

recent fluid mechanics notes .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

[waterwallseerietales]

Trovo interessante poter osservare che ci siano due principali grandi differenze tra Unreal Engine e la Realtà: la prima è che il mondo Unreal è popolato da maggiore movimento (della "macchina" e dei soggetti naturali come il mare) al contrario della realtà che rimane molto più tranquilla (quasi immobile rispetto al primo); la seconda differenza la si può costatare che Unreal è ricolmo di ombre nonostante le "riprese" siano effettuate in ore diurne (l'utilizzo delle ombre è un elemento chiave già dagli anni in cui la #computergrafica è agli albori - prima come elemento casuale, poi simbolico ed infine come elemento che permette all'immagine di apparire più reale), mentre l'immagine appartenente alla realtà è governata da tantissime sfumature di luce (caso eclatante l'albero colpito dal raggio solare al contrario di quello Unreal). Insomma, sembra essere possibile, attraverso queste poche immagini messe a confronto, che #UnrealEngine sembri calcolare le sue sfumature coloristiche dal conteggio più basso del colorgrading, mentre la realtà dall'esatto punto opposto.

La parte curiosia, per me, è che l'uomo venga attratto molto dalle immagini che hanno molta oscurità al loro interno.

Ps. Mi dispiace per la scarsa qualitdell’immagine, ma purtroppo è uno screen di un video proprio di comparazione Unreal vs Realtà.

[bombiikki]

𝖑et 𝖒e 𝖉rive 𝖒y 𝖛an ( 𝖎nto 𝖞our 𝖍eart ) ⸝⸝ 𓂃₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ — lee hyein x fem!reader

♯ 𝖘ynopsis : hyein is tall, funny, smart, she’s an idol, but most importantly—she’s your childhood best friend. you’re not that tall, or smart, and you’re definitely not rich. but, you have a van—even if it is your dad’s van. 

𝖈ontains : hella fluff. can be interpreted as platonic, minus the fact theyre basically on a date, and the fact they basically confessed, ok so its not platonic i lied, reader doesnt even have a license yet, minji makes an appearance!!, just short and fluff

𝖜ord 𝖈ount : 3.7k

𝖆uthor's 𝖓ote : i once said and i quote “im on a mission to revive njz blr” and so thats why im dropping ANOTHER NJZ FIC IN THE SAME WEEK!!! everyone clap… please… ive also had this idea for a while i js never got to it cuz i was working on the spidey x hanni fic anwyays enjoy chat!!

. ♬ ݁˖ 𝖓ow 𝖕laying — let me drive my van (into your heart) from steven universe

you didn’t need a driver’s license to fall in love.

but you did need a van.

and you had one—technically. it wasn’t yours, strictly speaking. it was your dad’s old clunky beast that groaned like a tired dragon every time it started. it smelled like gasoline and pine-scented air fresheners from 2009. one of the windows didn’t roll down all the way. but it was yours in spirit, in history, in the way it carried your whole childhood in its seats.

the van was parked crooked under the streetlight. it leaned a little to one side, always had. there was a rust stain near the back bumper and two old stickers peeling off the rear window—one of a dinosaur and one of a shooting star. the engine hadn’t run in three days, but it didn’t need to. you weren’t going anywhere.

not physically, at least.

you sat in the driver’s seat, both hands on the wheel, pretending the van was in motion. feet barely brushing the pedals. seatbelt long-forgotten. beside you, hyein lounged across the passenger seat with a pillow under her arms and a pack of sour gummies on her lap. the setting sun poured gold over her like some soft-glow filter you didn’t ask for but gladly accepted. her smile was lazy, tucked into the corner of her mouth like it wasn’t even aware of how it made your heart do actual cartwheels.

the radio didn’t work anymore, but she hummed something quietly. it sounded like the theme song to a cartoon you used to watch together—sweet and out-of-tune. you didn’t say anything. you didn’t have to.

it had been her idea to come out here again. same van, same spot at the end of the street. same snacks. just the two of you, like it used to be. you’d almost said no, scared it wouldn’t feel the same. scared you’d grown too much or changed too quietly.

but when she texted:

bring the van and me

you went. obviously.

“you know,” she said, voice half-buried in the pillow cradled beneath her chin, “you still don’t have your license.”

your fingers curled tighter around the steering wheel—cracked vinyl warm beneath your palms, like it remembered every time you pretended just like this. like it still believed you.

“yet,” you said, eyes fixed on the windshield, like if you stared long enough the world might open up ahead. “i’m manifesting it.”

she snorted softly, the sound low and fond. “you’ve been manifesting since we were ten.”

you turned your head toward her, heart knocking gently against your ribs. she was half-glowing in the last of the sunlight, the kind of quiet golden that made you feel like you were looking at something rare.

“and has it failed me?” you asked.

“you still don’t have a license.”

“minor inconvenience,” you grinned, like a secret, like a dream half-formed.

she laughed. a real one, all teeth and light. it poured into the tiny van like sunshine through an open window.

“god, you’re hopeless.”

you didn’t answer right away. just looked at her again, like you were memorising the way she existed. the way her hair fell into her eyes, the way her voice settled in your bones.

“you love it,” you said.

“i never said that.”

you smiled. “you didn’t have to.”

she rolled her eyes, but her lips betrayed her. the smallest twitch at the corners. the kind that said yes without needing to speak.

the silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was soft. full of every shared moment stitched between now and all your yesterdays. it felt like the kind of quiet that only belonged to two people who knew how to sit inside it without feeling like something had to be said.

you leaned your head against the seat. “i’m almost eighteen, you know. sooner or later, i’m gonna get that license.”

“almost eighteen,” she echoed, teasing. “i’m still younger. and taller.”

you groaned. “that’s criminal.”

“that’s biology,” she said, smug.

you reached into the back, fingers brushing past a crumpled hoodie and the crumbs of old snacks.

“one day, i’m gonna drive this van. like really drive it. and you’ll be sorry.”

she sat up then, the movement slow and sleepy. her hair stuck up on one side from the pillow, and her eyes looked at you like they had something to say before her mouth could.

“i’m not sorry now,” she said.

your breath caught. the kind of stillness that only happens when something inside you shifts, quiet and sure.

she’d noticed, of course. her gaze lingered just long enough to say she knew. but she didn’t tease, didn’t pry. she just leaned back again with the ease of someone who already felt at home here, with you. like she didn’t need an answer right away.

you reached for something safe to say. “the van’s falling apart.”

“so are most of my favorite things,” she said, without even thinking.

your van had been a spaceship once—its wheel a portal, its seats a cockpit, the stars just out of reach behind the fogged-up windows. it had been a castle with velvet curtains made from old blankets, a hotel where your names were written in crayon on imaginary check-in sheets, a submarine where you whispered through paper towel tubes and listened for sea monsters in the silence.

it had been a stage, too, bouncing with laughter as hyein made you dance across the cushions in mismatched socks, choreographing routines she insisted were "award-worthy."

it had been a hideout the night she cried into your sleeve after her first audition—when her voice cracked and her hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and she needed somewhere to fall apart that still felt like home.

and it had been a tent, once. the power had gone out in a summer storm, and your dad had let you sleep out in the driveway, your pillows piled high and a flashlight glowing between you like a campfire.

now it was just a van. but somehow, still everything.

“you know what the best part is?” she asked, resting her chin on her knees.

you glanced over. “what?”

“this thing. it’s always here. always waiting.”

you swallowed. “yeah.”

you didn’t say you felt the same about her.

your phone buzzed against your stomach, screen lighting up with hyein 💫 just as you were half-asleep, sprawled out in the back of the van, window cracked open to let in the smell of summer air and sun-warmed asphalt.

you answered without thinking. “yo.”

“don’t yo me,” she said, a little breathless, a little amused. in the background, you could hear the faint thump of music, some trainer yelling counts in sharp, clean numbers. “you’re the one who texted me a picture of a squished gummy bear in your seat cushion.”

“it looked like a person,” you mumbled.

“it looked like a murder scene,” she replied, then yawned. “you know you’re not funny, right?”

you smiled to yourself. “and yet you keep calling.”

“that’s just muscle memory,” she teased.

but her voice was soft around the edges—sleepy-soft, fond-soft—the kind that only slipped out when she was too tired to hold it back. you could picture her now: tucked in the hallway outside the studio, knees pulled up, hair damp with sweat, cheeks flushed. probably leaning against the wall with that half-exhausted grin she always wore after practice.

“i needed a break,” she added, quieter this time. “and you’re good for that.”

you let that sit. warm and golden and a little too big for your chest.

“how’s practice?” you asked.

“my legs hate me. i think my kneecaps are trying to quit.”

“you should give them a raise.”

“i gave them ice. it’s the best i could do.”

you laughed, and she did too. she always had the kind of laugh that made it feel like everything else could wait.

“guess where i am,” you said, even though she already knew.

“hmm,” she hummed. “judging by the background noise and the weird echo in your voice… let me guess. spaceship?”

you grinned. “bingo.”

“do the engines still make that weird rattling sound?”

“only when we hit light speed.”

she sighed dramatically. “classic. tell your dad his maintenance crew is slacking.”

you stared up at the ceiling of the van, faded and familiar. “do you remember that one summer we camped out here for like, a week straight?”

“we weren’t supposed to,” she said, her voice dipping low with memory. “your dad said one night. and then you made it seven.”

“you kept showing up with your sleeping bag and those microwave s’mores.”

“you had a playlist,” she said, almost fondly. “with like—old cartoon theme songs and weird lo-fi remixes.”

“you danced to half of them on the front seats.”

“because you made them into a stage,” she laughed. “i was eleven, i didn’t know any better.”

“you were good,” you said, quiet.

she didn’t answer right away. you heard a faint shuffle—maybe her brushing hair out of her face, or looking away like she could feel you saying it, even through the phone.

“you used to cry here too,” you added, a little gentler. “when stuff got hard. before auditions. when school sucked.”

“you cried here too,” she said softly.

you blinked up at the ceiling. “i forgot that part.”

“i didn’t.”

there was something about her voice just then. like a secret folded into paper. like if you tugged on the string too fast, it’d all come undone.

you swallowed. “this van’s got all our ghosts in it.”

“yeah,” she said. “but they’re the good kind. the ones that leave notes.”

you could hear someone call her name faintly in the background—muffled and distant. she didn’t move.

“hey,” you said, sudden. “when i do get my license…”

“mhm?”

“let me drive you somewhere. anywhere. i dunno. outer space or… whatever’s past that.”

she laughed softly. “outer space and beyond?”

"yeah," you said, voice light. "i mean, i don’t really have a plan or anything..."

there was a beat of quiet static, just her soft breathing on the other end.

"but i’ve got the van," you added. then, like the words slipped out before you could catch them— "so, y’know... let me drive it into your heart or whatever."

she went quiet, but not in a bad way. you could almost feel her smile through the signal. then hyein laughed. quiet. flustered.

“was that a line?” she asked.

you blinked. “what?”

“you so just quoted a love song at me.”

“no i didn’t,” you said, instantly mortified. “wait—what? no. that wasn’t—that was steven universe.”

“i know,” she said, and now she was giggling. really giggling. “oh my god. you flirted with me with a cartoon song.”

“i didn’t mean to!” you groaned, covering your face.

“you totally meant to,” she said through her laughter.

you didn’t answer, mostly because there wasn’t a defense that didn’t make it worse. but her voice was like sunshine over the phone line, and you would’ve let her tease you forever if it meant she kept laughing like that.

you heard her shift again, like she was standing now. practice was probably calling her back.

“you’ll drive me someday,” she said, softer now, almost like a promise. “van or no van.”

“you sure?”

“i’m already packed,” she said. “just waiting for the ride.”

you were about to pull your phone away when a muffled voice cut through the line—familiar, but distant, like it was coming from another room.

“hyein! stop flirting with your girlfriend and get back to practice!”

you froze, eyes wide in a mix of surprise and delight. there was no mistaking who it was. minji.

“shut up!” hyein’s voice came back, a little defensive but laced with a laugh. “i’m on a break, i can talk to her.”

“right, sure,” minji said, her tone teasing. “a break from what, exactly? we’re doing serious choreography here, and you’re over there giggling with your girlfriend on the phone.”

“i’m not giggling!” hyein snapped back, though it was clearly a lie—her voice still light, unguarded. “i’m just... talking.”

“talking, huh?” minji’s voice turned mockingly sweet. “we’re all sure that’s what you’re doing.”

you could hear the shuffle of feet and the soft murmur of the other members in the background, all joining in on the teasing. it was like being a fly on the wall of hyein’s world. and for some reason, hearing her like this—so real—made your chest warm in ways you hadn’t expected.

“okay, okay,” hyein said, her tone soft but a little embarrassed. “fine. i’ll talk to her later. but you guys are ruining my vibe!”

“so you are flirting!” minji said triumphantly.

“we’re not even dating!” hyein shot back, her voice high-pitched in mock exasperation. “it’s just—just—we’re friends! okay?”

“sure,” minji said skeptically, her voice full of fake sweetness. “friends. totally.”

there was a collective snicker from the other members in the background, and you could practically see hyein burying her face in her hands, embarrassed.

“really, you guys,” she groaned, but there was laughter in her voice despite herself. “stop messing with me.”

you were just giggling softly on your side of the phone, barely able to keep the smile off your face. you were so glad it was you getting to hear her like this, all real and unguarded, even if it was a little embarrassing for her.

“okay, okay,” minji said with exaggerated sympathy. “we’ll stop. but only because you’re clearly so in denial about it.”

“i’m not in denial!” hyein protested, but she was laughing, too. “i just—ugh. i’m hanging up before i lose my dignity.”

“if you had any left, sure,” minji teased.

you could hear the rustling of movement, like hyein was trying to get away from her members, but the teasing didn’t stop.

“i’m sorry,” hyein said, trying to sound serious but still laughing. “they’re just annoying.”

“it’s okay,” you teased back, still smiling. “i’m used to it.”

“you are used to it, aren’t you?” she groaned, the sound soft and affectionate. “well, sorry for having fun.”

“i’m just gonna stay quiet over here,” you teased gently. “don’t want to make you sound any more guilty than you already do.”

“ugh, you are going to make me sound guilty now, aren’t you?” she sighed, clearly defeated.

“you kind of already did that,” you said, your voice playful. “but it’s fine. no one needs to know the truth. we’re just friends, right?”

“shut up,” hyein muttered, but her voice was warm, fond. “you’re impossible.”

“and you’re impossible, but that’s why i love talking to you,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. you didn’t even realize how flirty it sounded until the words hung in the air between you, a little heavier than before.

there was a moment of silence. then, you could practically hear her freeze, her breath catching. “w-what?”

“nothing,” you said quickly, trying to cover up your slip. “just... you’re fun to talk to, that’s all.”

but hyein was laughing softly, her voice teasing. “uh-huh. right. totally just friends, huh?”

you buried your face in your hand, a little mortified now, but still laughing, too. “stop.”

“i’m not the one who started this,” she shot back with mock innocence.

you chuckled, shaking your head. “i’m serious, though. you really think we’re just ‘friends’?”

“i—ugh. fine. maybe,” she said, her voice playfully reluctant. “but i’m not ready to admit it just yet.”

you both paused for a moment, and then the conversation lightened again, both of you sliding back into that easy comfort that had always existed between you.

“all right, i guess i’ll get back to my serious practice now,” she said, still laughing under her breath. “but i’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“okay. go be serious, superstar.”

“ugh,” she muttered with a laugh. “you’re awful.”

the call ended not long after that. and still, your phone glowed with her name like it didn’t want to leave either. 

you were still giggling long after the call. and though the silence settled again, it was filled with something light, something warm. and for a moment, the world outside your phone didn’t feel quite as big.

outside the cracked window, the sky was starting to pinken. and inside the van, you sat alone—but not really. not when her laughter still echoed off the seats.

you weren’t supposed to hang out today. she had a schedule—photoshoots, or maybe it was choreography review. you didn’t ask too many questions anymore, not wanting to be another thing on her list. but then, as always, hyein texted you anyway, like she always did when there was just a little crack in her day.

hyein 💫

meet me at the corner. bring snacks. and van.

you didn’t ask which corner. you knew.

you grabbed sour gummies and a soda in a too-warm bottle, and she brought herself—tall, shiny, seventeen, all lit up with laughter like the world wasn’t watching. she teased you the second she climbed into the van—about your height, about your snacks, about your hair—but it was easy. it was always easy with her.

you hadn’t grown much since middle school. she had. she was taller than you now, and she never let you forget it.

“remember when i had to tippy-toe to reach your bookshelf?” she said, pulling her legs up into the seat again. “and now look.”

“you can reach it now,” you deadpanned.

“and i can reach the top shelf of the fridge,” she added, eyes sparkling with that usual mischievous glint.

you stuck your tongue out. “you’re such a menace.”

“a tall menace,” she said proudly, leaning back, long legs stretching across the seat.

you slumped in the driver’s seat, hands still on the wheel. “i miss being taller than you.”

she grinned. “i miss when you couldn’t drive. oh wait—still can’t.”

“i can drive,” you argued, but your voice faltered a little. “i just legally shouldn’t.”

she snorted. “semantics.”

you both fell into a comfortable silence, the kind where nothing had to be said but everything still felt full. you caught yourself staring at her, her profile in the soft light—unreachable and so effortlessly perfect. it made your chest feel warm, the way things used to be between you, how they could be now, if only you weren’t so good at pretending.

just then, a knock at the van door startled both of you.

you looked up.

it was minji.

you watched as hyein scrambled to sit up, her movements a little frantic, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. “unnie!” she groaned. “you scared me!”

“sorry,” minji said, though her grin said she wasn’t sorry at all. “but, date’s over lovebirds. it’s time to go.”

“don’t say it like that,” hyein hissed, her cheeks blooming pink. her eyes darted to you, that little flustered look creeping up her neck, and suddenly you felt like you’d just walked into a private moment you weren’t supposed to see.

minji raised an eyebrow. “am i wrong?”

“it’s not a—” hyein floundered, trying to recover. she turned to you, her face a picture of helplessness. “tell her it’s not a date.”

you shrugged, playing along even though you could feel your heart do a little dance. “depends on your definition of date.”

hyein groaned. “i will scream.”

“so dramatic,” minji teased, already moving to unlock her car. “get in before i leave without you.”

hyein hesitated, halfway out of the van. “ugh. why do you always do this to me?”

“because it’s funny.”

as she climbed out, you couldn’t resist calling out, “it’s okay! i’ll drive her home in my van!”

both of them froze.

minji turned, her expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. “that’s your dad’s van.”

“and you don’t even have a license,” hyein added, laughing despite herself.

you smiled. “yet.”

minji shook her head, smiling in that knowing way. “i can’t with you two.”

before closing the passenger door, hyein leaned back in, her hand still on the handle. the light from the porch behind her caught the edges of her hair, casting a halo around her face. her eyes were soft, her smile barely there, as if she were holding something back—something that was just hers, just yours.

“you’ll get there,” she said.

you tilted your head, unsure whether she meant the license or something else. “where’s there?”

“the license. the driving. the van.” she paused, letting the words linger in the air for just a moment too long. then, in a softer voice, the one she only ever used when she was close, when she knew you were listening, “the heart.”

your breath caught, and for a second, the world around you slowed. it felt like something in the space between you shifted, just enough for you to feel it—a flutter in your chest, the kind you could never quite name. you looked up at her, eyes searching her face for something more, something she wasn’t saying aloud.

she smiled, a little crooked, a little knowing, but so warm that it almost made you forget to breathe. “you’re already parked in mine.”

and then, as if she had just dropped a weight she didn’t want you to carry, she was gone, slipping into minji’s car, leaving you with nothing but the dim glow of the porch light and the steady hum of your heart. you stayed in the van, your fingers still gripping the steering wheel, and for the first time, it didn’t feel quite as parked as before.

you couldn’t decide whether to laugh or scream.

that night, you lay in bed, thinking about the van.

thinking about her.

you didn’t have a license. you didn’t have money or fame or even enough common sense to remember where you put your house keys half the time.

you didn’t know much. you didn’t have a plan.

but you had that van. and a girl who believed in you enough to call it home.

and you had her smile, folded gently in your chest like a paper crane.

so when you finally did get your license, the first place you’d drive?

her.

right into the heart she let you park in a long time ago.

[owlsie-hoot]

Angsty kisses prompt

asked by @stark-and-lightman and @lunalove-blr

"kisses to reassure themselves that they are really safe."

“Everyone into the shelter! NOW!” Bosworth’s voice shouted across the dark Darrowby square. “NOW! Hurry up!” The sound of the approaching planes grew louder with each second and as much as Siegfried wanted to escape that horrible noise, he simply couldn’t.

“Go, go! Take the dogs with you!” With growing urgency, he shoved James and Helen out through the front door. Jess and Dash followed obediently. “I’ll join you as soon as Mrs Hall’s back.”

Helen, a wide-awake Jimmy in her arms, turned around and stared incredulously back at him. “Siegfried she’ll be alright. She knows what she’s doing. Come on.”  

“Helen, I also know what I am doing and I am telling you to hurry up.” He remained standing in the doorway of the house, arms defiantly crossed. No one could force him to leave and if they tried, he would simply shut the door in their face. Mrs Hall was still out there on her bike, finishing her assigned route, undoubtedly alarmed by the sound of the planes and the loud siren that had awoken everyone in Darrowby and the surrounding area. In the end it was James who took his wife’s arm and pulled her along the square towards the Drovers. However, her eyes remained fixed on Siegfried for a moment longer, giving him that stare he was so very accustomed to. Both women had mastered it to perfection and yet this time he did not give in, remained stubborn. From the dark doorsteps he watched friends, neighbours and the public stream towards the Drovers where Bosworth had positioned himself in the door, ticking names off a list. The urgency and the danger of the situation was palpable and Siegfried was acutely aware of his reckless, foolish behaviour. But he could not sit inside the shelter knowing that Mrs Hall was still out there somewhere. Before Bosworth could spot him, he closed the door and reached for his coat and hat in the dark. If he remembered her route correctly, she would be on her way back by now. But there were only open fields between there and Darrowby. No farms or houses or anything else to seek shelter in. His mind was made up then.

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Getting out of the village in the dark and without the assistance of the headlights had been easy enough. He was so familiar with the road that he could probably manoeuvre it blindfolded. At the first crossing however the darkness was almost swallowing every single detail. Carefully and very slowly, Siegfried turned left, up the hill that led him towards the first farms outside the perimeter of Darrowby. A good climb on a bike and a fast and dangerous descend on the way back. Especially in the dark. This was the part of her route he was worried about the most each evening. It did not matter that she had cycled this stretch of road three or even four times a week for the past year without coming to any harm. With the added fear caused by the air raid accidents were more likely to happen.

In the distance he could hear the planes getting louder and louder. But when he looked up and tried to spot them, he found the sky partly covered in clouds, the moon only visible whenever one of them drifted further along. Perhaps this was a good sign. Or maybe it was not. Siegfried noticed how he grew more anxious with every mile he covered until he finally saw the weak light of a lamp approaching him. It moved slowly, close to the drystone wall and when he had finally reached it, he suddenly noticed how loud the planes had become, how deafening the roaring of the engines was. “Mrs Hall!” He was out of the car in one swift motion and by her side with only a few steps.

“What are you doing here? You should be in the shelter?” She stopped walking and he received the same look Helen had given him earlier.

“So should you! I thought I’d try and find you but it seems I’ve come too late.” He pointed up at the sky, where the planes were now almost above their heads. Both of them looked up at a gap in the clouds that revealed the underside of a squadron of German planes moving closer towards Darrowby and the larger town in the area. Then a sudden noise, different to everything he had ever heard, interrupted the monotonous roar. A whistling, loud, sharp and very high pitched, followed by a loud crash. The ground shook underneath their feet and instinctively he threw them both to the ground by the old wall, covered her body with his own. Memories of the last war surfaced. He heard the screaming, the shouting, the artillery fire, could smell the wet earth, the decay and the rot. What was different and quickly tore him out of this horrible memory was the soft body underneath his own, the hand that held his own, the warm breath he could feel on his cheek. So very alive.

For a few minutes they waited, crouched in that position. Hearts beating fast and each sharp intake of breath was followed by shaky exhale. The planes had flown on, their engines sounded much farther afield. Siegfried lifted his head, dared to cast a glance at the sky and around them to ensure they were no longer in imminent danger before he rested his back against the wall. Pulling Mrs Hall with him. She still held his hand, was still so very near that he could feel how her body trembled. “We’re safe”, he whispered and turned to look at her, saw the timid smile and something sparkling on her cheeks in the dim light of her bike lamp.

“Not so self-assured in a real emergency. I warned you about that, didn’t I?” With her free hand she wiped away the tears, bit down on her bottom lip.

“Don’t say that.” With his thumb he caught the next tear that rolled down her cheek, then kissed the spot, let his lips touch the soft skin of her face ever so gently. “But we’re safe now.”

It felt as if they had needed this to reassure themselves that nothing serious had happened. Suddenly he was more alive than he had ever been.

She relaxed under his touch, moved just that tiny bit closer and to Siegfried’s surprise she leaned forward and softly kissed him before resting her forehead against his, whispering, “Yes. Safe.”

[wolf-among-mechs]

WLF-Xb-KNT Wolf Knight

Description:

The WLF-Xb-KNT Wolf Knight is highly specialised one of a kind mech made from primarily the chassis of a Black Knight and a number of parts from a Battlemaster. Made to the whims of a mechwarrior with a strange idea with some mechtech experience, the Wolf Knight was constructed allegedly from a dream, that was then committed to paper, explored and executed. Its primary purpose is to be an upgraded Black Knight with heavier armour, jump jets and extensive re-engineering of the Black Knights interior and sensor suite. The interior was remade to fit a powerful Extra-Light engine. The chassis and frame was remodeled extensively and changing to a more common frame model of pieces of changed BL-7-KNT Black Knight pieces and that of a BLR-1G Battlemaster. Despite its Frankenmech design, the focus on off the shelf parts allows the Wolf Knight an ease of access for repairs and maintenance to a surprising degree despite the heavy modifications. The most taxing parts are its dual Myomer and servo system and the cockpit to sensor connections. The refit process documented the notes of these two extensively but nevertheless requires a very qualified engineer to repair and maintain. It makes extensive use of Triple Strength Myomers that run through the mech coupled with finely and highly tuned actuators, calibrated after the pilot's movements, the Wolf Knight can swing the great blade's motions in its hand with tilts, flicks and even whips in its attacks. This is made possible with a secondary Myomer system that works on tandem with the more powerful one, giving increased agility and precision. Lastly this secondary Myomer system is backed up and tied into an integrated hydraulic servo system with the fibres themselves attached to limit switches for a natural pullback and resistance. The practical nature or battlefield application was contentious even by the refitting engineers but it was found difficult to argue against the one placing the order. One of its most curious features and the namesake is the re-engieering of the sensor suite of the Black Knight. It uses similar principles as the originals Beagle Active Probe system which uses the small laser to scan. Instead it has a second sensor tower, giving it two "ears" on the Knight helmet. Together with the pilot harness this is called the High Oscilation Wave-Length system or H.O.W.L. for short. It functions by generating pulses and frequencies through the heart rate monitor and neurohelmet's brain wave readings. Which in turn create an algorithm that is impossible to predict or even anticipate for a computer. This forms the basis of the skip-frequencies used in the sensor system in its pulses. The effect shifts the Mech's position by one to two meters between pulses on hostile sensors, slightly distorting the Wolf-Knight position, velocity and direction. Even skilled combatants can be caught unaware of their mech suddenly shifting the targeting to compensate. Leading to glancing shots. However the H.O.W.L. system distorts command and control communication over long distance, forcing it rely on short wave range bands. For this reason, it is usually only active during active combat operations in order to allow for strategic coordination. This, along with the precise movements of the arms is achieved by a specially made cockpit. Rather than the usual joystick configuration, the mechwarrior wears a harness that can mimic arm movements of the pilot. In addition it keeps track of the pilot's vitals and uses these together with the helmet to modify the frequencies of of the sensor suite and probe. The harness is heavy to move and is is wholly integrated with the neurohelmet and cockpit at large and tailored for a single individual and does not interact well with ejections.

Armament:

The Wolf Knight wields a large sword in the right, though functionally is follows the design principles of Fedcom-era hatchets. Otherwise the loadout is very similar to that of a Black Knight. A Lord's Light 2 rather than the royal versions' Kinslaughter ERPPC in the left arm allows for long range sniping with an original Maxell DT medium laser mounted under the main cannon. It is supported by two Magna Mk III large lasers as shoulder cannons along with parts of the housing used for a Rifleman. Instead of the the original torso mounted McCorkel mounted in order to make space for the new internal systems. Using parts and housing from a a Catapult on each side of the torso is a pair of Martell Medium Lasers and Omnicron 1000 Small lasers. Allowing the Wolf Knight to brawl with to a similar degree as a standard Black Knight.

Sixteen Double heat sinks allows the Wolf Knight to remain at range and fight without significant overheating. Once it gets close and pounces with the shorter range lasers it can easily activate the full potential of the Triple Strength Myomer system.

Inside the chest of the Wolf Knight however remains the Beagle Active Probe from which the black knight was noted for carrying. It has been wired to a Ceres Metals model 666 Communication system that connects into the Beagle Active Probe together with the original TransComm Beta targeting system.

The engine is connect to a RedLine-F Series Outland Supercharger system that allows the Wolf Knight to pounce on targets with the blade. Four Chillton model 600 Jump jets give it an extra level of mobility. However the XL is a weak point in long engagements where endurance becomes the dominating factor as a single torso side being blown apart would stall the engine.

Made in blender by kitbashing a number of things together.

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

BattleMaster BLR-1G 'Kazoku no Meiyo'

(aka "How might Yori have modified her great-great-great-grandfather's 'Mech when she become Coordinator?)

BattleMaster BLR-1G 'Kazoku no Meiyo'

Mass: 85 tons Chassis: Hollis Mark X Power Plant: VOX 340 Cruising Speed: 43.2 kph Maximum Speed: 64.8 kph Jump Jets: None Jump Capacity: 0 meters Armor: StarGuard IV Armament: 2 Micro Pulse Laser 6 ER Medium Laser 1 ER PPC 1 Streak SRM 6 Manufacturer: Unknown Primary Factory: Unknown Targeting & Tracking System: HarfordCo XKZ 1 Introduction Year: 3153 Tech Rating/Availability: F/X-X-X-X Cost: 17,571,793 C-bills

Type: BattleMaster Technology Base: Mixed (Experimental) Tonnage: 85 Battle Value: 2,404

Equipment Mass Internal Structure Endo Steel 4.5 Engine 340 Fusion 27 Walking MP: 4 Running MP: 6 Jumping MP: 0 Double Heat Sink 19 [38] 9 Gyro 4 Small Cockpit (Armored) 2 Armor Factor (Ferro) 230 12

Internal Armor Structure Value Head 3 9 Center Torso 27 36 Center Torso (rear) 11 R/L Torso 18 25 R/L Torso (rear) 7 R/L Arm 14 24 R/L Leg 18 31

Right Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm, Lower Arm, Hand Left Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm, Lower Arm, Hand

Weapons and Ammo Location Critical Heat Tonnage Double Heat Sink LL 2 - 1.0 Double Heat Sink CT 2 - 1.0 Nova Combined Electronic Warfare System RT 1 - 1.5 2 ER Medium Laser RT 2 5 2.0 2 Double Heat Sink RT 4 - 2.0 ER Medium Laser LT(R) 1 5 1.0 2 Micro Pulse Laser LA 2 1 1.0 ER Medium Laser RT(R) 1 5 1.0 CASE II LT 1 - 0.5 2 ER Medium Laser LT 2 5 2.0 Streak SRM 6 LT 2 4 3.0 Double Heat Sink LT 2 - 1.0 Streak SRM 6 Ammo (30) LT 2 - 2.0 Double Heat Sink RL 2 - 1.0 Armored Cowl (Armored) HD 1 - 1.0 Cargo (0.5 tons) (Armored) HD 1 - 0.5 CASE II RA 1 - 0.5 PPC Capacitor RA 1 - 1.0 ER PPC RA 2 15 6.0

Features the following design quirks: Accurate Weapon (all), Battle Computer, Battle Fists, Combat Computer, Cowl, Easy to Pilot, Extended Torso Twist, Improved Communications, Improved Cooling Jacket (all), Improved Sensors, Jettison-Capable Weapon (PPC), Multi-Trac, Variable Range Targeting

[lupus-reginae]

There appear to be several clone variants present on this corner of the Omninet. For operational transparency, I suppose I should clarify my status as well.

I am a clone. More specifically, I am a bespoke unit engineered by the Second Committee's BARBATOS project in an attempt to produce pilots capable of enduring the physiological and neurological stresses of piloting an Enkidu class mech.

I am a success of this program. I pilot the only surviving Enkidu from the BARBATOS model run, Tongues of God.

My capabilities are not to be understated. Tongues of God was not designed with full TBK functionality in mind, and I exercise suitable caution to be deployed in the field alongside regular forces so long as distance is maintained.

That is all.

[[C-122-E/BLR]]

[killyjapes]

On the mechanics of faces on vehicles and the importance of intent/will.

Merry Christmas from the past/future !I wanted to share an ADHD medication induced long-post inspired by the infamous mechanics of two-faced engines debate, which has existed since the dawn of the internet Thomas fandom.

This work was also inspired by the works of @mean-scarlet-deceiver and @joezworld, thank you for sharing your works with us and for being such inspirations !

(This is my first post on TTTE-blr, but I have lurked for many years and often assist with ideas for Carsons Video Workshop along with my own rarely (but hopefully soon to be) surfacing projects.)

As a note, I will be dividing the "types of sentient life" using the terms that vehicles use. Vehicles (unless they are particularly snooty) don't use the word "human", in their eyes: we are "people." "Vehicles" is used as a catch-all in this post (and by the universe's more bureaucratically-minded) but this term is generally rarely used in their everyday speech (vehicles like being specific), and they will generally specify themselves as Engines, Cars, Lorrys, Boats, etc.

In my mind the mechanics of faces in this world are a matter of intent (for the people) along with activity and will (for the vehicles themselves).

The faces being present in general im going to consider a type of "magic" or an unknown "spiritual" quantity, it was not intended when originally developing vehicles, but became the norm, a "happy accident".independently achieved by many engineers in the early industrial era (Trevithick, in particular, was especially excited. In the proper way of a gentleman at the time, of course). Vehicles without faces are rarer than those with. It is however sadly becoming more common that vehicles do not awaken with a personality, this is mostly in the motoring industry with Tesla in particular having a high failure rate in having any of their creations "come to life." (It seems the very universe wants to bring Mr. Musk down a peg, but I digress.)

Its something that happens without prompt, the faces look like they "fade" into existence the first time they're activated after assembly.

(This isnt an exact science either, some awaken before completion which makes a bit of a headache for those actually constructing them, see: Henry I, but his whole existence was a headache from the drawing stages.)

A vehicle is generally thought the specifc facets of their work once put into service but vehicles built with specific jobs or duties in mind almost seem to just _know the basics by default_ it seems the intent of the people bringing them to life is a huge factor on the mentality of a vehicle (which is probably a large reason why the diesels of the modernisation era are so toxic towards anything seen as "behind the times" but this can be and often is unlearned with time.)

The position of an engines face also isn't an exact science, its almost like "fate" in a way, it tends to wind up as suspiciously appropriate for the events that take place in a vehicles life. The appearences of their faces can also be influenced by the state of mind of the vehicle. Their developing personalities generally manifest overtime as facial hair, scars, wrinkles etc. (Vehicles dont get injured in the way people do. Much damage can be repaired without problem but mental scars and traumas can become visible as what would be recognised as a scar in the human sense while actual wounds and any tangible physical damage to the face is extremely rare.)

(The tangibility of vehicle faces will probably end up as a post by itself.)

How much a vehicles face displays age is down to personality, history, intent and circumstance also, this is why Sudrian vehicles especially tend to retain a youthful appearance even into their centuries, see: The bulk of the Skarloey engines and Edward while the likes of Iron Duke and Sodor's (The) Duke display features humans would associate with their equivalent age.

Now cases of vehicles with "multiple" faces are an enigma to us people but are not unusual in vehicle culture

The most common types of vehicles with "multiple" faces are those that can be driven from either end, your Tobys and most modern Diesels, much of the time the engine can "will" themselves to always operate from the side they're active in, their face fades out (like when an engines personality "dies" during scrapping, another post for the future.) and appears on the active end, but this is situational, it takes a level of practice and effort ! Diesel Locos (returning to the idea of manufacturing intent) generally have an easier time of this than other types like Garrats, Fairles or Trams. (Yes, fairles, Mighty-Mac (and Little Giant) are outliers, almost the engine equivalent of a DID system)

But this is also subject to curcumstance.

When it comes to Sodor for example BoCo and Bear can "switch" with little effort, while Toby who had access to either a turntable or a friend and or wife (Henrietta) to keep watch for most of his life, finds it takes considerably more effort, therefore only does it rarely. Derek's type also has mild difficulty performing "switches" but this is mostly seen as another in a long line of issues in the Class 17s, Derek has improved at this in his time on Sodor both with the modifications from Crovans Gate giving him more energy and practice .

Daisy is a law unto herself, she has the ability but she characteristically considers "switching" as a waste of effort therefore the "bad for my swerves" argument is often trumpeted and nobody has the energy to dispute her on it when there are many more important battles to be fought regarding what her "fitter" may or may not have said.

The Mountain Engines seem to be the only "traditional looking single cabbed vehicle" whos entire type are known to be able to perform switches, this is another result of manufacturing intent it seems, (and yet another miracle performed by the Sweeds when creating the rack railway system as we know it) and are able to "switch" to their active side with the same ease that most Diesel locos can.

When vehicles arent in active work or under strain they are able to perform what railway workmen on steam engines from the early days coined as a "Cleaning Fade." (this term was adopted for all sentient vehicles despite, the "cleaning" part being generally irrelevant for most types) the vehicle's face is willed to fade away to naught but a "ghostly" impression in order to give access to any doors or hatches placed beneath for the purposes of maintenance, their personalities are still active and aware and can still converse among people and their comrades, seeing their expressions in these instances takes concentration however (vehicles find it quite a bit easier than people do).

[sqftash]

introduction

click the read more to see my little introduction yapfest!

ᯓ★ carrd: linkie :3

ᯓ★ reblog-blr: @sqftash-reblogs :3

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hello! my name is Ashlee Marie, but you can call me Ash! My username on most platforms is @sqftash, but the only ones I'm actively using are tumblr, Discord, and pinterest. If you find me on Twitter/instagram/etc. it probably is my account, but it is not active.

I'm currently nineteen years old, and studying engineering in college.

My special interests and topics of conversation are anything God + Bible related, as well as cozy games such as minecraft is for me.

I wanted this blog to be majority minecraft with undertones of Christianity, nothing that will scream in your face because i totally understand not everyone will agree or share the same beliefs, and that's okay!

My bio was linked above. It's a carrd with a more general layout of other stuff I didn't feel like filling this post with. Here it is again for convenience, though.

ᯓ★ bio : click here :3

I'll also occasionally talk about my MaDD, which is maladaptive daydreaming disorder. Something I used to post about a lot back in the day. If you have any questions about that and my paras, don't be afraid to ask! I want an excuse to write about them :))

I am also very passionate about writing, I'm currently working on a novel! I know this is minecraft related, so maybe I'll start writing snippets of lore for my world as I progress?

Also, I decided to make a separate tumblr for my reblogs as I reblog lengthier posts and don't want to clutter up my own lengthy posts, so if you're curious to see MC headcanons, builds, lore ideas, etc. head on over there! it'll be a mixture of stuff, but mainly, mc.

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ᯓ★ @sqftash-reblogs :3

Thank you for stopping by my profile and taking the time to read this, it means a lot to me!

[6lovelytenders]

*ascends down from the mighty skies of TTTE-blr*

for the ask thingy, edward :3

ooohohoho *rubs my little fly hands together* here's something angsty, just for you <3

Edward has a tendency to get VERY attached to his human crew, and has suffered many heartbreaks because of the fact. You'd think an engine as old as him would've learned his lesson by now.

[ariesgamesandminis]

Miniature restocks are in from Iron Wind Metals for BattleTech!

20-206 Huitzilopochtli 20-250 Anubis ABS-3L 20-299 Schiltron 20-317 Ostroc OSR-4C 20-368 Viper "Black Python" 3 20-396 Avatar AV1-O 20-398 Shrike SHK-VP-A 20-458 Cattlemaster 20-5057 Sphinx 20-5082 Gyrfalcon 20-5087 Atlas III AS7-D3 20-5098 Black Knight BLK-NT-5H 20-5102 Eyrie 20-5134 Juliano JLN-5A 20-5139 Roadrunner RD-1R 20-5140 Ostscout OTT-7J 20-5192 War Crow 20-5193 Hierofalcon Prime / A 20-5205 BattleMaster BLR-1G / 1Gb 20-628 Athena 20-690 Owens OW-1 20-769 Excalibur EXC-B2 20-813 Guillotine GLT-3N 20-822 Demolisher 20-866 Javelin JVN-10N 20-992 Raven RVN-3L BT-004 Afreet Battle Armor BT-008 Void Battle Armor BT-009 Trinity (Ying Long) Battle Armor BT-062 Hover Bike BT-064 Trike BT-178 Jade Hawk JHK-03 BT-189 Kobold Battle Armor BT-199 Asura Md. Battle Armor BT-209 Se'irim Medium Battle Armor BT-210 Armorcast 28mm Elemental Battle Armor BT-239 Jump Support Infantry BT-254 Tiamat Drone Pocket Warship BT-280 Charger CHR-1A1 BT-303 Vulture Mk III Prime BT-322 Rifleman RFL-1N BT-375 Gorgon Protomech BT-382 Kanazuchi Battle Armor BT-387 Gnome Battle Armor BT-388 Salamander Battle Armor BT-390 Fa-Shih Battle Armor BT-413 Marauder Battle Armor BT-420 Centurion CN11-OD BT-436 Buraq Battle Armor BT-439 Black Wolf Battle Armor BT-450 Gyrfalcon 4 OP-100 Ultra Autocannons OP-103 LB-X Autocannons Tripod Six Pack 20-639B Kanga Hover Engine / Fin 20-741AMO J-27 Thumper Tow Vehicle Ammo

[atrirose]

hii can u make a video tutorial on the moonstruck in ur pinned??

I don’t know if i understood you correctly but if you are talking abt how i got it as colored text other than the options blr gives you.

LINKS I USED :

HTML code

HEX code (optional)

FONTS

01. open your acc on safari or chrome, go on any fonts site you use or you can use the one i provided, type whatever you want to and use any fonts you want, i used bold math

02. go to the HTML code site i gave you and paste whatever you copied from the fonts site onto to ‘enter text here’ bubble

03. from the option on step two you can choose any you like, for example gradients, i used solid colour.

03. optional - you can go to hex code site i provided to extract the hex code/ palette from the picture you want and copy the hex, past it on the HTML site.

04. copy the HTML code and go to your acc on the search engine you use, click the setting icon on the top right and choose ‘HTML’ in the text editor drop down and paste the code you copied you can use the preview button to see how it looks and go back to rich text and customize it.

05. post it ^^

VIDEO UNDER THE CUT

[pacificeagles]

https://pacificeagles.net/boeing-xb-15/

Boeing XB-15

By the mid-1930s the US Army Air Corps (USAAC) saw the need for a new type of long-range bomber. The procurement of the Boeing B-9 and the Martin B-10 and B-12 series had filled an immediate need for medium bombers but advances in aviation technology suggested that a much larger machine capable of inter-continental flight might be feasible. In the early 1930s it was discovered that larger aircraft offered aerodynamic advantages, which coupled with other improvements such as retractable landing gear, controllable pitch and constant speed propellers, and the standardisation on monoplanes meant that a very large bomber could conceivably be constructed. As such, the USAAC initiated “Project A”, approaching both Boeing and Martin to design new aircraft.

On April 14, 1934 the USAAC issued a design request for a new bomber with a combat range of 5,000-miles carrying a 2,000lb bomb load. Boeing produced the Model 294, a large four-engine design which was subsequently designated XBLR-1. Douglas produced their Model 145 which was later designated XB-16. The Boeing design was considered superior and a contract was issued on June 29, 1935 for a single XBLR-1. In July 1936, the “BLR” line was eliminated and the aircraft was redesignated XB-15.

Design

The XB-15 was the largest and heaviest American aircraft ever built when it first flew in 1937. The most striking feature was the huge, broad wings which stretched out to give the aircraft a wingspan of 149ft. The wings were fitted with air brakes and de-icing boots, both recent innovations. The thickness of the wing allowed for crawlspaces that an engineer could use to reach the engine nacelles and carry out minor repairs whilst in flight. The same wing design would later be used on the Model 314 flying boat which carried passengers across the Pacific for Pan American Airways.

A large aircraft requires powerful engines and the XB-15 was originally designed with Allison’s experimental V-3420 in mind. This engine mated two V-1710s together to provide up to 2,600hp for takeoff. Allison struggled to make the huge engine work and they were not considered reliable enough for the XB-15 program. With the risk of project failure due to engine issues considered too high, the designers substituted instead the Pratt & Whitney R-1830-11, rated at just 850hp. Projected performance was naturally greatly reduced as a result.

The fuselage was mostly conventional with several turrets housing six defensive machine guns. There were several innovations for crew comfort – with combat missions expected to last up to 24 hours, living and sleeping quarters for the crew were provided aft of the bomb bay, and heating and ventilation was provided for the crew to keep them comfortable. An automatic pilot was included to ease the burden on the two pilots, and an improved SCR-186 radio compass was installed for the navigator. The XB-15 was the first aircraft to have two auxiliary engines for powering the onboard electrical systems, although these were notoriously unreliable.

Several other innovations were pondered but ultimately rejected for the design. Turbo-superchargers for the engines were considered as they might have resulted in increased power, but were rejected on the basis that too many problems around aerodynamics and propellors needed to be resolved for them to be worth it. Likewise tricycle landing gear was rejected in favour of double-trucked conventional main gear.

Construction took place in Boeing’s Seattle plant. The first flight of the XB-15 took place on 15 October 1937, more than 2 years after smaller and higher-priority XB-17 – this despite the fact that the XB-15 was ordered first. Boeing’s chief test pilot Edmund T. “Eddie” Allen was at the controls alongside USAAC Maj John D. Korkille. The aircraft performed adequately but the top speed was disappointing at less than 200mph. When carrying 2,500lb of bombs the top speed was reduced further to 145mph, which would have made it an easy target for modern fighters. It was clear that the design of the XB-15 was fundamentally flawed and as a result any further production of the type was abandoned.

The Army saw enough potential in the XB-15 to request a modernised version in June 1938, with the ungainly designation Y1B-20. This version was to have featured more powerful Pratt & Whitney R-2180 Twin Hornet engines, offering 1,400hp and a top speed that was anticipated to reach 240mph. The tricycle gear that was proposed for the XB-15 also would have featured. The Y1B-20 would have been slightly larger and heavier than the XB-15, with additional defensive armament. However with the XB-19 already on order and limited funds available for new bombers, there seemed little need for the Y1B-20 so the contracts were cancelled before any were built.

The XB-15 marked something of a dead-end for large bomber development. For an aircraft to meet the USAAC’s requirements it needed much more power which could not be provided by the engines of the day. Research indicated the need to greatly reduce drag, which in turn pointed to a thinner wing with a much higher wing-loading and a fuselage that was as aerodynamically clean as possible. Boeing would learn these lessons and apply them in a series of designs which culminated in the Model 345, which became the B-29 Superfortress.

Service

The sole XB-15 was accepted by the USAAC and delivered to Wright Field in December 1937. It was assigned to the 2nd Bomb Group for extended performance trials and was tested throughout 1938. When in January 1939 an earthquake struck Chillán, Chile, the XB-15 was sent on a humanitarian mission to ferry supplies for the Red Cross to the disaster area. The flight was commanded by Maj Caleb V. Haynes. The XB-15 flew from Langley Field via the Panama canal zone and Lima, Peru to the Chilean capital, Santiago. Haynes was later awarded the DFC for the mission and the crew was awarded the Mackay Trophy for carrying out the outstanding USAAC effort of the year.

A more sombre duty followed for the XB-15 in June 1939, when it was used to carry the body of famed Mexican aviator Francisco Sarabia home to Mexico City. Sarabia had just set a record for flying from Mexico City to New York in time for the 1939 World’s Fair. Sarabia visited Washington on his return trip, and it was here that disaster struck. Taking off from Bolling Field, Sarabia’s aircraft suffered engine failure and crashed into the Potomac River. Sarabia subsequently drowned and the XB-15 was drafted in to carry him to his final resting place. The XB-15 also later made an appearance at the World’s Fair, as a demonstration of American aeronautical engineering prowess.

The XB-15 was also used to set a number of world records for lift capacity and endurance. On July 30, 1939 the aircraft set its first record by lifting a cargo of 14,135kg (31,162lb) to over 2,000m (6,562ft) with pilot Haynes again at the controls (link). A few days later another record was set by the XB-15 when it carried a 2,000kg (4,409lb) payload over a closed 5,000km (3,107-mile) circuit, with an average speed of 267kmh (166mph) (link). Both were ratified as official Fédération Aéronautique Internationale (FAI) records that stood until they were broken in 1946 by a USAAF Boeing B-29 Superfortress.

In 1940 the XB-15 moved to Albrook Field near the Panama Canal. It was used in bombing tests against simulated canal facilities, demonstrating some of their weaknesses against bombing attacks. Capt Curtis LeMay, future commander of B-29 forces in the Pacific, was the navigator. A month later the XB-15 surveyed potential airfield locations in the Galapagos Islands, following which construction began on Baltra and Seymour Island airfields which were used extensively during the war years. Following these exploits the XB-15 returned to the US where its defensive armament was removed and additional seating added so that the aircraft could serve a transport for lend-lease crews returning from Europe.

When the war broke out the XB-15 was pressed into service as a troop transport. Eventually it was adapted for permanent non-combat operations, with all of the defensive armament removed and the bomb-bay reconfigured for carrying cargo with a hoist and cargo doors. The modified aircraft was redesignated XC-105, and thanks to its history as the first true American heavy bomber its crew dubbed it “Grandpappy”. Based again at Albrook Field on the Pacific side of the Panama Canal, the XC-105 regularly flew between Miami and bases across the Caribbean, as far afield as the Galapagos Islands, delivering over half-a-million pounds of cargo during its career.

By 1945 the reliability of the XB-15 was becoming a serious problem.  The aircraft suffered two in-air fires and a complete loss of electrical power due to a failure of the auxiliary generators. Realising that the aircraft was beyond the point of economical repair, the decision was made to scrap the aircraft. In June the XB-15 was stripped of parts and broken up at Albrook Field, and its remains were later buried.

[brainynbright418]

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[australiajobstoday]

Software Development Engineer in Test - 12+ years - BLR

The Cisco Distributed System Engineering (DSE) group is at the forefront of developing products that power the largest networks in the world. The networking industry is going through a massive transformation to build the next generation infrastructure to meet the needs of AI/ML workloads and continuously increasing internet users and application. We are uniquely positioned to capture that market…